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angelsfat3 · 6 months ago

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ꮩ, 你伤了我的心。 ⸻[Everything, my everything...]

Summary: "Even if there is another life, I hope I never cross paths with you. You make me sick." It was what you thought as you listened to him talk to his ex.

Genre: suggestive, fluff, against.

C/w: Heeseung being an jerk, confusion of feelings, cheating(?), story written from third person. ㅤ－ㅤTw: Curses, crying, unrequited love, virginity taken.

A/N: I don't even have words for what I wrote... I shed a tear while writing this. I hope you all like it + When “[...]” appears it is an improved version of “y/n”.

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[...] was flipping through a history book, his fingers absentmindedly sliding across the yellowed, image-filled pages, dictating to his partner, Jake, important parts which to write down in the notebook. They were in the library, finishing a project for school. The afternoon sun filtered through the windows, bathing the room in a warm golden glow.

"[...]?" Jake broke the silence, his voice soft but firm. "I think we could use this information for the presentation, I mean, to focus the idea from the beginning and attract everyone's attention."

[...] nodded, not really looking at what Jake was pointing at. His mind was elsewhere, lost in memories and emotions that he still couldn't fully understand.

Ever since he had kissed him, everything felt different. He clearly remembered the moment, two weeks ago, when Heeseung had kissed him passionately, mistaking him for Chloe. Later when he went to his house to apologize, an apology that had been clumsy, and although Heeseung had tried to explain that before Chloe, he had had feelings for [...], words had not been enough to heal the wound he had left.

Just then, a tall, thin girl with wavy blonde hair approached them. It was Minjeong, a mutual acquaintance he had with his former best friend, Heeseung.

"Hey guuuuys," she said with a beaming smile. "I'm hosting a party this weekend. Would you like to come?"

[...] took his eyes off the book, looking up, a little surprised. He hadn't expected an invitation to a party, much less from someone related to Heeseung. He looked at Jake, who looked just as bewildered as he was, but then nodded.

"Sure, Min. We'd love to go," Jake replied, trying to keep his tone enthusiastic.

The rest of the week passed quickly, but not without incident. [...] noticed Heeseung's possessive gaze following him through the school hallways several times. Heeseung had once tried to approach him while he was at his locker, but Jake had appeared just in time, grabbing him by the shoulders and leading him to chemistry class.

"Thanks, Jake," [...] murmured, feeling a mix of relief and frustration. Jake just nodded, his face serious, clearly determined to keep [...] safe from further confusion and pain.

The day of the party arrived. [...] decided to go to his room after school to change. He was looking for a suitable t-shirt when his friend appeared at the door of his room, spreading his arms as soon as [...] opened the door, making him laugh at how he raised his eyebrows in search of his approval—about the look.

"Do you need help?" Jake asked, with a mischievous smile.

[...] nodded and let Jake rummage through his closet. Finally, the brunette took out a dark blue t-shirt, with some letters and a drawing in the middle of it.

"This one would look good on you," Jake said, extending it to him.

"Thank you very much, my moon," [...] said with a smile, noticing the blush on his friend's ears but deciding not to say anything.

Ethan began to take off the shirt he was wearing, and Jake, seeing Ethan's naked torso, couldn't help but blush brightly. He turned around quickly, pretending to search for something else in the closet to avoid looking at him.

"Okaaay, I like what I see," [...] said with a smile, still noticing the blush on his friend's cheeks after he turned around. [...] put on the shirt Jake had picked out for him and looked in the mirror. "I think we're ready."

As they left the dormitories, night began to fall, covering the campus in a blanket of stars. The two walked along the street-lit path, their shadows lengthening behind them. The night breeze was cool and pleasant, and there was a sense of anticipation in the air.

"I hope the party isn't too loud," [...] commented, adjusting the shirt. "At least... I hope she don't make her neighbors call the police again."

"Meeting Minjeong and Karina when they're drunk, it'll be like last time," Jake replied with a smile and a soft laugh. "But maybe it would do us good to relax a little."

They arrived at the bus stop just in time to see their transport approaching. They climbed in and sat together in the back, watching the city lights flash past the window.

"Are you nervous about seeing Heeseung?" Jake asked, breaking the silence. His voice was soft, almost a whisper.

[...] shrugged, looking out the window as he thought about everything that had happened. "I don't know, Jake. Part of me wants to talk to him, but another part of me is afraid of what he might say."

Jake slapped him on the thigh. "I'll be with you. You don't have to face it alone."

The bus stopped near Minjeong's house, and the boys got off, grateful for the warm summer night that enveloped them. As they walked towards the house, they could hear the rumbling of the music and laughter coming from inside.

It was almost 9 p.m. when they arrived at the door of Minjeong's house. The party was already in full swing, with people dancing in the room and groups gathered around the drinks table. The colorful lights illuminated the living room, and the atmosphere was electric.

"[...], Jake!" Minjeong greeted them enthusiastically, opening the door for them. "I'm so glad you guys came!"

Minjeong's smile was contagious, and the boys immediately felt welcome. [...] exchanged glances with Jake, who nodded slightly, as if reminding him that he was there for him.

As they walked deeper into the crowd, [...] couldn't help but look for Heeseung, his emotions constantly shifting between hope and fear. He knew that tonight could change everything, and a part of him was ready to face whatever came, while the other wanted to run away.

The music pulsed around them, and [...] tried to relax, taking a drink Jake offered him and allowing himself, at least for a moment, to enjoy the company of his friends.

To tell the truth, he moved through the party with a naturalness that surprised even himself. At first, he had felt the typical tightness in his chest when arriving at a place full of people, but the atmosphere had enveloped him, helping him relax, just as the brunette said. The loud music encouraged him to move, to greet acquaintances and to let himself be carried away by the moment.

With a drink in hand, [...] approached a group of classmates who were talking about a couple of gossips going on on campus. Their laughter and light jokes alleviated the restlessness that had accompanied him since the beginning of the night. Little by little, he felt more in his element, smiling and laughing with an ease he had forgotten he possessed.

Jake, meanwhile, watched [...] from a couch in the middle of the living room. A part of him was happy to see his friend enjoying himself, but another part, smaller but impossible to ignore, He felt a pang as he saw how others also enjoyed his company.

He settled back on the couch, pretending to be more interested in his drink than [...]'s figure. But his eyes betrayed him, searching for him in the crowd, always aware of where he was and who he was talking to. His feelings for [...] were complicated; he loved him more than a friend, but he was also afraid of ruining what they had by trying something else, given the circumstances.

Jake noticed a change in the atmosphere of the party when he saw Heeseung at the edge of his vision, slowly moving towards [...]. The crowd seemed to open up for him, as if fate itself was conspiring to bring them closer. Heeseung had that inscrutable expression that Jake had come to know well, a mix of regret and determination.

As Heeseung approached, Jake felt his heart race, a mix of worry and jealousy coursing through him. He wanted to protect [...] from any further pain, but he also knew that there were issues between [...] and Heeseung that needed to be resolved. Still, a part of him wished that [...] wouldn't fall back into the arms of Heeseung, who had already caused him so much pain.

Finally, Heeseung reached [...], gently touching his arm to get his attention. [...] turned, and when he saw him, his smile faded a little, replaced by an expression of caution.

"[...], can I talk to you?" Heeseung asked, his voice barely audible over the music making him lean closer to one of [...]'s ears.

[...] hesitated for a moment, his gaze briefly meeting Jake's, who offered him an almost imperceptible nod, a reminder that he was there if he needed him.

"Fine.." [...] finally responded, his voice calm but filled with unresolved emotions. He followed Heeseung to a quieter corner of the house, away from the hustle and bustle of the party.

Jake watched them walk away, a feeling of helplessness settling in his chest. He wanted [...] to be happy, even if it meant letting him go with Heeseung. But, for now, all he could do was wait and be ready to offer his support if things didn't go the way his best friend hoped.

In the secluded corner of the house, Heeseung and [...] faced each other, surrounded by the dim light and the murmur of distant music. The tension between them was palpable, and [...] prepared himself for the conversation he knew he needed to have.

"Heeseung, what do you want?" [...] asked, his arms crossed in a defensive posture.

Heeseung swallowed, his eyes searching [...]'s desperately. "I just want you to know how sorry I am, sweetheart. Everything that happened... was a mistake, and I haven't stopped thinking about it."

"It was a mistake that apparently took you a lot to understand," [...] replied, his voice heavy with sadness. "I don't know if I'm ready to forgive you, or even want to see you."

"I understand," Heeseung nodded, his voice breaking. "But before everything got complicated, you were important to me, more than I wanted to admit. I want to try to fix things, if you let me."

[...] looked at him, his emotions a whirlwind. He remembered all the moments he shared with Heeseung, the good and the bad, and how he had always felt a special connection with him. But he also remembered the pain of hearing Chloe's name leave Heeseung's lips that night.

The way he leaned towards him looking for a trace of her, and the betrayal that had left a scar on his heart.

"I don't know, Heeseung," he finally said, his voice soft but firm. "I can't promise you that I will believe you, that day you made it clear that you are very good at lying."

Heeseung looked at Ethan with a mix of nervousness, fear, and determination. "We can go to a quieter room to talk better, the music is too loud," he suggested, his voice barely audible.

[...] nodded, although something inside him was hesitant. However, his curiosity and the need to close that chapter prompted him to follow Heeseung up the stairs to the second floor of the house. They passed through a narrow hallway before stopping in front of a half-open door. Heeseung gently pushed it away, revealing a small but cozy room.

Inside, the party music was just a distant murmur, providing a much more intimate setting for the conversation to come. Heeseung closed the door behind them and turned to [...], his expression a reflection of the internal struggle he felt.

"Hee, why are we really here?" [...] asked, crossing his arms in a defensive gesture. "Why did you want to talk now?"

Heeseung took a deep breath, his eyes meeting [...]'s with an intensity that made him shudder. "I needed to explain to you, [...]. I needed to tell you why I kissed you that time, and why it meant so much to me... It still sounds like a lie."

[...] kept his gaze fixed on Heeseung, his heart pounding. "Then speak," he said, his voice shaky but firm.

Heeseung took a step forward, the closeness between them increasing the tension in the air. "The first time I kissed you, yes, I did it thinking about Chloe. But the instant our lips touched, I knew there was something more. The way you kissed me, [...], was unlike anything I'd ever felt before. More real, more authentic."

[...] watched him, his expression cautious as he processed each word. "And Chloe?" he asked, remembering the pain of hearing the ex-girlfriend's name.

"Chloe was important to me, but I realized that I was clinging to an idealized image of what we had, of something that will never happen again," Heeseung confessed. "When I kissed you, I realized that what I really wanted was to be with you, [...]. It took me a while to admit it, but in the end, it was you I wanted in the first place."

As Heeseung spoke, he slowly approached [...], his hands rising to rest gently on [...]'s waist. The boy's eyes shone with a mixture of surprise and suppressed excitement, but also with a lingering fear of being hurt again.

In the hallway, just outside the room, Jake stood listening to the conversation, his heart heavy with the mix of emotions that overwhelmed him. He had followed [...] and Heeseung out of an impulse that he couldn't ignore, and now, the words he heard left him on the verge of despair.

Watching Heeseung approach [...], touching him with a familiarity that Jake wanted for himself, was like a stab. Jealousy burned inside him, mixed with deep sadness.

He knew that his love for [...] was stronger than he had admitted, and seeing Heeseung about to kiss [...] again was a painful reminder of his own position, of his cowardice for wanting to wait for "the right moment" to be honest with him.

Jake couldn't take it anymore. When he saw Heeseung lean in to kiss [...], he stepped back, feeling the world around you crumble. He couldn't stand there, watching a moment he wanted more than anything unfold.

As he walked down the stairs, the music and laughter of the party seemed dull compared to the tumult in his chest. Before leaving the house, Minjeong stopped him, grabbing his wrist, noticing his disturbed expression.

"Jake, are you leaving already? It hasn't been long since you and [...] arrived..." Minjeong said, her tone worried.

Jake forced a smile, trying to hide his true feelings. "Yes... I think it's better for me to go. I think a punch made me sick and I feel like vomiting."

Minjeong looked at him with understanding, although without knowing the real reason behind his leaving, Jake wasn't the best at lying. "Well, if you need anything, don't hesitate to call me, okay? I was glad to see you here."

"Thanks, Min," Jake replied, before quickly walking out the front door.

The walk back to [...]'s bedroom was a blur for Jake. Each step seemed heavier than the last, and his mind was a whirlwind of emotions. Upon reaching the bedroom, he had unconsciously fallen into [...]'s bed, the place that offered him a small comfort in the midst of his anguish.

Tears began to fall as he buried his face in [...]'s pillow, allowing the sadness and frustration to release. It was a bitter comfort, knowing that his feelings for [...] were real but not reciprocated in the way he wanted.

Despite everything, Jake hoped that [...] would come back, that he would see what he really meant to him. With that thought, he fell asleep through tears, longing for a future where their love was not a secret, but a shared reality.

On the other hand.

In the room, the air was thick with tension and expectation. Heeseung and [...] were alone, with only the soft hum of the party in the background. The closeness between them seemed to intensify every small gesture, every look.

Heeseung approached slowly, his eyes locked on [...]'s. There was a vulnerability in his expression that the boy had not seen before, as if all the barriers Heeseung had built had vanished in that moment.

"[...]," Heeseung whispered, his voice filled with emotion and regret. "I'm really sorry for everything I put you through."

[...], still feeling the weight of Heeseung's words, found himself torn between the pain of the past and the possibility of a new beginning. His emotions were a whirlwind, but there was a part of him that wanted to let go of the pain and find something real with Heeseung.

Heeseung raised a hand, gently placing his fingers on [...]'s cheek, tracing a tender path along his skin. [...] didn't pull back, instead he closed his eyes for a moment, allowing himself to feel the warmth of Heeseung's touch.

"I've missed you, prince," Heeseung confessed, his words barely a whisper as he leaned forward, almost brushing his lips against each other's.

[...] opened his eyes, finding Heeseung's just inches away. Time seemed to stop as they both immersed themselves in the moment. With silent decision, [...] closed the distance between them, his lips meeting Heeseung's in a slow, gentle kiss.

The kiss was a delicate touch at first, a cautious, fearful exploration. But the built-up tension and unexpressed feelings quickly transformed it into something deeper and more urgent. Heeseung's lips moved against [...]'s with a fervent intensity, as if they were trying to convey everything that words couldn't express.

[...] responded in kind, his hands finding their way to Heeseung's hair, pulling gently, allowing himself to fall into the intimacy of the moment. It was as if every touch, every whisper between them undid the pain of the past, replacing it with something warm and new, something pure.

Heeseung wrapped his arms around [...], pulling him closer, as if afraid the moment would fade. The heat of their bodies melted into a palpable connection, and with each shared kiss, the barrier between them crumbled a little more.

[...] found himself backing away, his legs finding the edge of the bed. They sat, their lips still joined, gently exploring each other's every curve and corner. Heeseung let his hands wander, tracing a path down [...]'s back, exploring the familiarity of the body he had missed so much.

The outside world faded away, leaving only the soft intimacy between them. Heeseung, feeling the weight of the moment, paused, pulling away just enough to look [...] in the eyes.

"Are you sure of this?" Heeseung asked, his voice soft but serious. There was a sincere desire to make sure this was what they both wanted.

[...], breathing slightly hard, nodded, his eyes shining with a mix of determination and longing. "Yes, I'm sure, with you I will always be willing to do anything."

With that permission, Heeseung continued, leaning in to kiss him again, but this time with a tenderness that said more than any passionate statement. His hands moved carefully, gently guiding them to a more comfortable position on the bed.

Clothes were set aside with deliberate care, as if each piece removed was one step closer to the truth of who they were to each other. Their bodies met, skin against skin, sharing warmth and silent promises.

The atmosphere was filled with a mixture of longing and nervousness. While their lips remained united in a deep kiss, [...] felt the outside world fade away, leaving them alone in their little shared universe. A bubble.

Heeseung, with an almost reverent tenderness, began to let his lips wander past [...]'s mouth. With each kiss, he traced a slow, passionate path along his jawline and down to his neck. [...] let out a soft sigh, his eyes closing as he surrendered to the new caresses and sensations that Heeseung caused him.

Heeseung's kisses were like delicate flames, lighting up every part of [...]'s body they touched. They ran down his neck, leaving a trail of heat that made [...] shiver. When Heeseung's lips reached his collarbone, [...] let out a small moan, surprised by the intensity of the desire he felt.

Heeseung smiled against his boy's skin, enjoying the power of each touch. "I want you so bad, baby," he whispered, his voice hoarse and charged with emotion. There was a fervor in his words that left the other boy breathless.

[...] opened his eyes, meeting the burning gaze of Heeseung, who was watching him with a mix of adoration and desire. "Me too," [...] replied, his voice barely above a murmur as his heart pounded in his chest.

Carefully, Heeseung continued to explore [...]'s body, his lips leaving a trail of kisses down his chest and stomach. Each touch was a reminder of the deep connection they shared, of how much they had both longed for this moment.

[...] found himself panting, his back arching as the caresses intensified, his breathing quickening as Heeseung continued his stroke. It was a mix of desire and vulnerability, knowing that he was giving up a part of himself that he had never shared with anyone.

When their lips finally met again, it was as if the world had disappeared, leaving only the warmth and passion they shared. [...]'s moans mixed with Heeseung's, creating a soft symphony that filled the room.

As the passion between them grew, [...] allowed himself to get lost in the moment, letting go of all doubts and fears. With each touch, he felt the pain of the past fade away, replaced by a deep, authentic connection.

Heeseung, feeling the boy's complete surrender, hugged him tightly, their bodies fitting perfectly as if they had been made for each other. "You're so... fuck, tight. You're all I need," Heeseung murmured against [...]'s lips, his voice full of sincerity.

[...] looked into his eyes, seeing in them a truth that filled him with hope. "And you are everything I've ever wanted," he replied, allowing their lips to meet once more in a kiss that was both sweet and passionate.

As the night wore on, they gave themselves completely to each other, their bodies and hearts intertwined in an intimate dance that was both a discovery and a reaffirmation of what they truly meant to each other. It was a moment of purity and connection, where passion and love were in perfect harmony.

Thus... in the refuge of that room, Ethan and Heeseung found a new beginning, a place where his fears and doubts faded away, leaving only the promise of what could be.

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The next morning.

Heeseung woke up early, the morning light softly illuminating the room. There was a serenity in the air, a calm respite after the storm of emotions that had occurred the night before. Beside him, [...] was sleeping soundly, face down, with the sheet barely covering his hips. Heeseung smiled as he looked at [...]'s relaxed figure, admiring the curve of his back and the softness of his skin.

Carefully, Heeseung let his fingers roam over [...]'s bare torso, slowly tracing the contours of his skin, remembering how that same skin had felt under his hands the night before. There was a peace in the gesture, a tranquility that made him feel complete, like everything was finally in its place.

[...] began to wake up, his senses taking in Heeseung's gentle caresses. A lazy smile appeared on his lips as he kept his eyes closed, enjoying the warmth and affection emanating from his lover's fingers. He stretched slightly, his muscles relaxing, preparing to turn and meet Heeseung's face.

But just as he was about to do so, a voice interrupted the stillness of the morning. It was Heeseung's voice, speaking in a low tone to someone on the phone. [...]'s curiosity was piqued, and he decided to stay in his position, pretending to be still asleep while listening to the conversation.

"Chloe, you know how much I miss you," Heeseung said, his voice thick with emotion and nostalgia. "You don't know how much I wish things were different."

Heeseung's words fell on [...] like an icy wave. His body, which minutes before had felt warm and relaxed, began to tremble, first with surprise, then with rage. He felt his heart constrict, each word piercing his skin like swords of boiling silver stabbing into his back.

"I went to the party last night expecting to see you... but instead I got a big surprise" Heeseung continued, not realizing the damage he was causing. "I still think about you all the time, you just drive me crazy."

The feeling of betrayal washed over [...], and the pain was so intense he could barely breathe. The night before, the surrender, the vulnerability he'd shared with Heeseung, it all felt like a monumental mistake.

He regretted having slept with him, feeling exposed and cheated. Every word that came out of Heeseung's mouth hit him hard, filling him with a bitterness he had never experienced before.

Tears began to fill his eyes, blurring his vision as he struggled to maintain control and silence. He felt small and dirty, as if everything he had meant to Heeseung the night before was nothing more than a cruel illusion, again he felt like an object, a sexual one. The love he thought he had shared had turned into bitter mockery, and the pain he felt now was indescribable.

[...] could imagine Heeseung's face, smiling into the phone while he was probably looking for a way to hide him. That girl's voice, her laugh, everything about her caused you rejection. Why she? Why couldn't he stop last night? Was there such a need to get excited again?

Finally, he heard the click of the phone being hung up and felt Heeseung roll over in bed, facing away from him. That was his moment. Heartbroken and his emotions overflowing, [...] carefully stood up, trying not to make a sound as he quickly dressed. Every movement was an effort, as if his body was resisting accepting the truth.

He managed to leave the room without being noticed, his hurried steps taking him away from the source of his pain. He ran, not stopping until he reached the safety of his own bedroom.

When he walked in, the first thing he saw was Jake, who was asleep in his bed. But the sound of the door closing woke him up, Jake quickly sat up, his expression changing as he saw the anguish on [...]'s face.

"[...]," Jake said, his voice filled with concern as he stood up to go over to him.

Ethan couldn't take it anymore. He collapsed to the ground, tears flowing uncontrollably as he sobbed with a despair that shook him completely. Jake rushed to his side, kneeling to hug him tightly.

"What happened, my sun?" Jake whispered, wrapping [...] in a warm, protective hug. His lips rested on [...]'s head in a gesture of comfort, gently kissing that area.

[...] clung to Jake, hiding in the shelter of his neck as the tears continued to fall. He felt like his heart was breaking into a thousand pieces, each one a reminder of the unrequited love he had given to Heeseung. The pain was so intense that it seemed like a physical force, a tightness in his chest that left him breathless.

"I loved him more than anything in the world," [...] said between sobs, his voice shaking with pain and rage. "Why did he have to do this to me?" he shouted between cries.

Jake held him tighter, his own emotions stirring at seeing [...] so broken. "I don't know, [...]. I don't know," Jake replied, his voice soft but firm as he tried to offer him much-needed comfort.

[...] sobbed in Jake's arms, his body shaking with each ragged breath. Jake held him firmly, gently stroking his back, trying to calm him down. Time seemed to stand still while [...] vented, but Jake knew they needed to talk about what had happened.

When [...]'s sobs began to subside, Jake pulled back slightly, just enough so he could look him in the eyes. [...]'s were reddened and filled with a sadness so deep it broke his heart.

"[...]," Jake said softly, choosing his words carefully, "what exactly happened?"

[...] inhaled deeply, trying to put the words together as he felt his chest tighten again at the memory. "Last night," he began, his voice shaking a little, "Heeseung and I…we were together. I was so stupid. I thought there was something more, that he really cared about me."

[...]'s words were an echo of his most painful thoughts, and as he spoke, he felt exposed and vulnerable. It was as if every word he said opened an even deeper wound.

Jake felt a pang in his chest as he heard the confession. His heart sank as he imagined [...] and Heeseung together, beyond a relationship or a kiss, together, in bed, sharing sighs and promises. The image filling his mind with a mixture of sadness, jealousy and anger. How could someone be stupid enough to hurt him.

Although he had witnessed their connection at the party, hearing it from [...] was an unexpected blow, a reminder that her own feelings for Ethan were, for now, an unrequited love.

Despite the sadness that washed over him, Jake knew that his pain wasn't what mattered right now. It was [...] who needed comfort, who needed to feel loved and supported. So he suppressed his own feelings and focused on [...], on being the friend he had always been...

"Hey," Jake said, his voice soft and comforting as he placed a hand on [...]'s cheek, wiping away a tear that was still glistening. "You're not stupid. You went with what you felt, and that's brave, not stupid."

[...] looked at Jake, his eyes reflecting a mix of gratitude and pain. "But I was wrong about him, Jake. He used me…he's still in love with Chloe."

Jake nodded, understanding the weight of betrayal [...] felt. "So? Heeseung just doesn't know how to appreciate what's in front of him," Jake said firmly. "But don't let his mistake make you feel less. You are an amazing person, [...]. You deserve someone who values you completely, you deserve to be loved."

Jake continued to caress his arm, his fingers moving in small comforting circles. "I know this hurts now, and it probably will for a while. But I'll be here, by your side, no matter what happens."

[...] nodded slowly, absorbing Jake's words, allowing himself to feel a small relief at his loyalty and unwavering affection. "Thank you, Jakey. I don't know what I would do without you," he murmured, his voice thick with gratitude.

Jake smiled, trying to instill some hope in [...]. "You don't have to worry about that, because I'm not going anywhere. I'm here, I'll always be there for you, my moon."

Ethan leaned into Jake, allowing himself to rest in his embrace, finding comfort in the certainty of his friendship... yeah. He felt that even though his heart was broken, there was a light in the darkness, a hand that held him when he needed it most.

As the sun moved across the sky, filling the room with its warm light, Jake and [...] stood there, side by side. [...]'s wounds would take time to heal, but with Jake by his side, he knew he would find the strength to keep going, one day at a time.

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메모 ! 📌ㅤ⸻ㅤ I won't lie, I was mostly inspired by the song Margaret (lana del rey) and like I said in my other account, I would make you suffer.

아이디어 !ㅤ⸻ㅤI'm very short of ideas lately, so feel free to leave me any requests! <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>

ㅤㅤ All credits to @angelsfat3 / @foschiamara.

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|| Crush (Gojo Satoru X Reader) ||

Short one shot, in which Gojo finds out reader has a crush on him. TW: mentions of Alcohol and smoking

"I mean, if you had to choose one of them?" Your hands slipped further on the table, your palm grazing the wood while you fixed your gaze on Shoko's uninterested eyes. "No," She said calmly. "But if you really, really had to?" Her eyes darted across the room, her mind in dire need of a change in conversation topic. "If I really - really, had to," She sighs, "I guess I'd pick Satoru." Your heart dropped at the mention of his name. I knew it! "But really," She continued, "I think he makes a horrible team with anyone, it doesn't matter how strong you are if you can't do that, y'know? But those six-eyes are no joke, so if I had to, I guess -" Your confused expression stopped her from talking further. "Shoko, I meant if you had to pick one to - uh, you know, "

All the confidence you mustered to bring up the topic in the first place had vanished, you slid back into the chair, watching Shoko's face shrink with disgust. "No." The drink before you emptied quickly as silence took over the room, each time you wanted to say something you felt your throat tense as the drunk haze had begun to clear. Perhaps it really was a bad idea to talk about this. "I have a feeling this isn't really about me, is it?" She reached to open another canned sake. "I would like to say that you can tell me anything, but I have a feeling I wouldn't want to hear this," She took a long sip, "But I'll play along. Who'd you choose?" She was far too familiar with your mannerisms, knowing you would never admit to it any other way. For a few months now, she had been brushing off her suspicions as misinterpretations. "I - I would, hm, maybe, Satoru?" Regret settled deeper in your throat, but you knew it was too late to make up some excuse to leave this conversation. "It's not like I'd do anything about it, you know?" Shoko's eyes widened as you spoke, she tried to utter a few protest words, her hands are signaling you to stop talking. You felt your face turn red, "I mean, It's just a crush, nothing to be too flustered about, right? What do those last, like a few months at most? Just don't look at those beautiful blue eyes, and that snowy white hair… It'll go away on its own!" Aware that it's too late, Shoko had buried her face in her palms. That's it, the thought passed through your brain, She will never respect me again.

"It really is nothing to be flustered about. Quite understandable - really." A familiar voice came from behind, you could hear the grin in his tone. You desperately stared at Shoko, your eyes begging her to say anything - anything to rescue you from the embarrassment. Shoko cleared her throat, "It is, very understandable! That you have a crush on this guy, who doesn't even attend Jujutsu High!" Ah, it could have been such a good save. "Oh yes!" Gojo laughed, kneeling next to your chair with his hand placed firmly on your shoulder, "Such a shame, but it's not like you have to see his beautiful blue eyes and snowy white hair every day," He failed to hold back his laugh. "I'm sure it'll go away on its own." You focused your eyes on the table - Twelve cans of sake, only seven open. Gojo's hand on your shoulder. Oh god. Ashtray, still smoking. Salty chip packets - 2,3 … no 4, one has fallen off the table. Gojo's hand making its way to your lower back. How's Kyoto this time of year?

"There's nothing to be shy about." His whisper catches you off guard, his face so close to yours you were sure he could smell the alcohol coming off of each of your heavy breaths. You find the strength to stand up, your chair screeching on the floor. Gojo almost lost his balance. "It's getting late, Shoko, thank you for the - actually, let's never drink again. I'll see you tomorrow." You walked the dark corridor, unable to focus on anything other keeping yourself balanced after so many drinks, keeping the thoughts on solving your predicament for a more sober time. A hand brushed your wrist before gripping it tightly and pulling you to its direction. Even in the dark, you could see the blue of his eyes. "Listen, I really meant what I said." You uttered, watching his smirk widen. "No smart comebacks now!" You felt your chest heat up, the shame had turned to anger. People have feelings, why does it have to be a joke? His hand loosened its grip on yours. "We're not children anymore Satoru, It's a crush. It'll be gone just as fast as it came. You don't have to joke about it, just forget it." Never in his life had he let you finish so many sentences without a snarky remark. You tried to read his face, but the shadows covered his expression. "Say it again." You felt his body come closer to yours, his lips almost touching yours, you haven't noticed yourself stumbling backwards until the wood boards on the nearest wall had pressed to your back. "Say what again?" "Say you have a crush on me," His voice lower than usual. Fine, if it's going to be a joke, I guess it's better to go with it. "I have a crush on you, Satoru Gojo." As you tried to rid yourself of your compromising position his hand grabbed the back of your neck, entangling itself in your hair. Tension formed at the pit of your stomach. "I have the biggest crush on you, Sa-" you mustered the huskiest voice you could find, but he wouldn't let you finish, his tongue already trying to find its place in your mouth. He freed his hand from your hair just to grab your legs, lifting them up to wrap around him, his fingers digging deep into your thighs. He pauses to catch a breath, his face resting in the crook of your neck, just to huff a few words; "Well, aren't I lucky?"

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littlesniggy · 1 year ago

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Daddy issues

Happy Valentine's Day! New story for Sakazuki. I just can't stop it. Hope you enjoy this piece of sm*t. Warnings: older man / younger woman, mentor / mentee, p in v s*x, sm*t, kinda childhood tra*ma Relationship: Sakazuki x female reader Word count: 3.7k (kinda went a little overboard)

This was wrong. This was so wrong. This was so, so wrong! But it felt so unbefuckinglievable good! So, was it really wrong? His hands clawed at the armrest of his office chair, his usually harsh eyes now looking down at you hooded. He had never imagined what you looked like on your knees between his legs, struggling to take his hard dick into your mouth but by god he would never forget this image ever again. Until now he didn’t know it was something he needed and he wished he could take a picture of you sucking him off so he could cherishthis moment forever.

And yet, the internal conflict was apparent to anyone who might’ve seen him right now.

A feint blush was still visible on your cheeks, a doubtful yet exciting feeling raging inside your body. Sakazuki couldn’t hide a mischievous grin when you had unpacked his member and your head started to glow in the deepest shade of red he had ever seen. The surprise and embarrassment were too apparent on your face. You didn’t even try to hide it.

It took some time before you swallowed the lump in your throat and put your tongue out, licking over the thick mushroom head. With a quick look at the fleet admiral, you got the reassurance to continue. You wrapped a hand around the base of his member, feeling the smooth skin under your touch and a slight pulsing. You moved your hand up and down carefully, uncertain of how he liked it. Naturally, you’ve never talked about this before.

“Harder.” He ordered, his voice not leaving any room to argue and it send an excited shiver down your spine. You, of course, obeyed his command and your grip around him tightened, spreading some of his pre-cum over his entire length, creating a slick sound whenever your hand glided over his erection.

When you felt confident enough, you eventually opened your mouth wide to let the tip slip between your lips. Sakazuki’s dick twitched excitedly in your mouth you were certain you heard him silently sigh in relief. What a dirty old man….you internally chuckled but were reminded very quickly that you wanted him just as badly as he wanted you so weren’t you just as dirty?

It was uncomfortable to have him fill out your entire mouth and your jaw got sore rather quickly. You probably could’ve just continued with your hands but your pride would not allow you to back down now. You were obviously struggling but Akainu would be an idiot to tell you to stop.

He lifted his hand but hesitated for a moment before he placed it behind your head, guiding it gently while stroked your hair. It was very uncharacteristic of him to be so soft but he knew he would get rough with you rather sooner than later so you should appreciate this treatment while it lasted.

When he pushed your head a little bit further down your gag reflex kicked in and you instinctively clawed at his muscular thighs while tears started gathering in the corners of your eyes. Saliva ran down your chin but you couldn’t really do anything about it since Sakazuki didn’t let you remove your head. So, you had to endure him pushing your further and further down his dick; not violently but it was awkward and uncomfortable nevertheless.

Sakazuki watched how you struggled while he pushed you down more and more, inch by inch. He didn’t comment on the fact he wasn’t even halfway down and you were already struggling. The gagging sounds that were coming from your small form were like music to his ears and your tiny hands that dug into his thighs gave the extra kick. In the back of his mind he thought that it served you and your bratty mouth right that he stuffed it with his dick.

“Good girl.” He murmured, eliciting a needy sounding whimper from you.

“Though I never took you for such a slut. Do you like sucking my dick? Is it something you’ve thought about before?” he teased, not letting you take a breath and retort something. Instead, he pushed you down even further until his dick went down your throat. Panic settled in and you tried to push yourself off of him – unsuccessfully. Your hands started shoving at him and you glared at him through tearful eyes. More and more saliva leaked out of your mouth and down your chin, making you feel slightly humiliated by the man in front of you.

“Relax.” Sakazuki simply said but he almost choked on his own words when you swallowed around him, your throat tightening around his dick oh so sweetly, and a challenging glint in your teary eyes. He gripped your hair harshly and pulled you off, an angry look on his face. You, on the other hand, took in a deep breath, your lungs finally being filled with the much-needed air again.

“I swear, if it wasn’t you I would fuck your mouth until you’d lose consciousness.” He growled.

You wiped the saliva away from your chin with the back of your hand and wiped away the tears as well.

“I thought you’d like it…” you innocently replied. Sakazuki pressed his lips together tightly, biting back a remark. Of course, he liked it but when the fuck did you have to surprise him like this? He would not show any weakness in front of you by releasing his load early.

You leaned back in and pressed a kiss against the tip of his dick before your tongue licked at the pre-cum. Other than the taste it reminded you of your childhood. To be more precise, of one of the first memories you’ve had of Sakazuki. He had given you a strawberry ice cream in a cone. You haven’t even talked to the man yet but here you were, eating ice cream while he, Sengkoku and Kong were talking in Kong’s office. You later found out that he only gave you the ice cream because Sengoku ordered him to.

You didn’t really care what they were talking about but you noticed their looks every now and then on you. And who could blame them? Your clothes were covered in blood and dirt yet there was no scratch on your tiny body, meaning this was not your blood. You were found by the marine during a raid of a pirate island and taken in. Sakazuki suggested they just kill you since you were a “pirate” but Sengkoku would not let him. Instead, you were taken with them on their navy ship and to Marineford.,

It was later decided that you’d stay here and be trained as a marine and Sakazuki was in charge of your training. To no one’s surprise he objected but was overruled by Kong.

Sakazuki didn’t hide the fact that he despised you. His training was harsh and on more than one occasion your were close to death. But the more you trained and the older you got, the stronger you became and so Sakazuki’s disdain for you turned into somewhat acknowledgment. You weren’t sure if he was actually proud of you becoming stronger or if he was just proud of himself. You never questioned it. You were happy that he didn’t seem to hate you anymore.

The more time passed, the more comfortable you became around him and you somewhat saw him as a father figure. You never dared to call him dad, too scared of the consequences.

Of course, when you became a teenager, you became more difficult. Sakazuki’s fuse was short anyway but with a bratty teenager around he was even more annoyed. And so, his training became harder as well. He plagued you with so many exercises, drills, and whatnot. You two got into screaming matches multiple times a day. Many marines were worried about your safety but nobody interfered.

When Sakazuki was promoted to admiral, you were 15. He spent less time with you but you were glad about it. Over the years, you had developed a bitterness and repulsion towards the man to the point where you wanted to hurt him. You knew you couldn’t do it. Not because you were reluctant but because he would beat you senseless. You needed to become stronger. So, you ran away.

When you saw him again years later, all the anger came bubbling back up and you couldn’t hold yourself back and attacked him. By now, you had become a pirate with a decent bounty which made the fleet admiral furious. All the hard work he had put into your training has been for northing! He wanted to capture you. Shit, he wanted to kill you! But when he was pushing you to the ground, ready to strike, he couldn’t. He had cared for your (one way or another) for ten years and even if he wouldn’t admit it to anyone, not even himself, he had cared for you in some way. So, he opted to taking you in as a prisoner.

He usually didn’t think twice about prisoners and simply send them to Impeldown but he had the urge to scream at you, to ask you what the hell was wrong with you. But you screamed back. And here you two were again, screaming at each other with nobody daring to interfere. Until you both were silent. Until you both had said everything you wanted to. Until there was simply nothing more to say.

You were leaning against his giant desk, arms crossed angrily in front of your chest, a grim expression on your face. Sakazuki stood across from you, looking just as angry and his fingers digging into his enormous biceps. God, how much he wanted to just burn you and get on with his life. It would be so much easier if you were dead and not in Impeldown. He also would never admit this, but he’d have to think about what would happen to you at prison. Impeldown wasn’t necessarily a safe place, especially not for young women like you.

Now, that he thought about it, you were not a child anymore, nor a bratty teenager. You were a bratty adult. A bratty, grown woman. Sakazuki realized, that he didn’t see you as the child he took care of anymore nor as a dirty pirate he needed to take down. Damn, he saw you as someone who could please him in the bedroom while screaming his name. Fuck.

You used the silence to cool down and while your were able to gather your thoughts again you realized that you weren’t angry anymore. You had thrown everything you’ve had at the now fleet admiral and everything that was now left was hurt…

…and something else. Something, you couldn’t quite point out what it was but it felt somewhat familiar. You just hadn’t felt it in this kind of situation before.

You heard Sakazuki sigh and march past you to his office chair where he sat down, his thumb and index finger rubbing at the bridge of his nose to make the headache you gave him go away.

You didn’t turn around to look at him but you felt his eyes on you which gave you goosebumps.

“What now?” you asked. There was another stretch of silence before the fleet admiral answered.

“You will be sent to Impeldown.” He dryly replied, making you tense at his words.

“And if I don’t want to?”

“You have no choice, Y/n.”

That was true yet you didn’t want to accept it.

You turned around, now looking at the man. Sakazuki’s eyes never left you as you slowly rounded his desk to stand next to him. Even when he was sitting was he still taller than you. The fleet admiral turned his chair slightly to look at you, his expression as grim as ever, matching your own.

You stepped forward, your knee slightly bumping against his leg. There was no explanation why you did it but the closer you got to him, the stronger this feeling you couldn’t decipher became: Attraction. Primal attraction, to be precise. You had the almost unhealthy desire to strip naked in front of him and let him have his way with you yet you knew this was forbidden. In a sense. Somewhat. Maybe. In your head.

You were not related but it felt strange looking at him as anything but a father figure, even if he was a shitty father figure. You shouldn’t feel attracted to your default father yet you couldn’t deny how your thoughts turned dirty the longer you looked at him. You felt how his eyes were fixed on while your own took in small details of his body. For example, how thick and muscular his neck was, or how the tattoo perfectly complemented his skin, or how the fabric of his shirt stretched over his muscles, or how you could make out the faint outlines of his member in his trousers.

You should look away. You really should. But you couldn’t bring yourself to pry your eyes away from his crown jewels.

“Want to tell me why you are staring at my crotch?” his voice was calm and you wanted to avert your eyes from his lap but his legs shuffling apart suggestively had you pause. Your heart started hammering in your chest, your mind racing at what you should do next.

Your eyes dart up to his. You can’t read his expression but there is something….new in his eyes. It seems dark and primal and makes the small butterflies in your stomach go rampant. You stare into his eyes, unable to look away, feeling more and more insecure around him. He cocked his head slightly, trying to figure out if you will actually do it. You shouldn’t want to but he secretly hoped you’d still do it.

You swallowed hard, clenching your fists while taking a deep breath. Then, you went down in front of him on your knees, body tense but your hormones were through the roof. Sakazuki’s eyes widen in disbelief but he kept quiet. Were you really doing this? Your hands on his pants were answer enough…

Sakazuki pulled you up by the hair, his pupils blown wide from arousal. Your lips were swollen and wet from sucking him just moments ago and you were out of breath. His hand let go of your hair and moved to your neck instead. He pulled you closer towards him, leaned down until your lips almost touched.

You felt his free hand move to your waist and under your shirt; it was hot against your skin but not unpleasantly. He shortly caressed your waist before his hand moved to your stomach and the up, inching closer and closer to your breasts. Your breath hitched in your throat when he touched you there and you couldn’t hold yourself back any longer.

Your lips crashed against his in a heated kiss. He grabbed your tit harshly and kneaded it. You mewled against his mouth, your own hands starting to hastily unbutton his floral shirt, revealing his trained body. Sakazuki growled against your lips before he removed your shirt and bra. He broke the kiss to appreciate the view in front of him but you didn’t give him too much time to do so. You leaned in and climbed onto his lap, your lips finding his neck while your hands roamed his torso.

The fleet admiral grabbed your ass, making you moan against his skin. Shit, you were so horny. You strained your neck to reach his ear. Your teeth nibbled slightly at his earlobe before you whispered “please….touch me…..”.

Sakazuki pushed you off him only to open your pants and pull them down. You barely had time to kick off your shoes before you stood completely naked in front of him. This time, he pulled you back onto his lap, both his hands grabbing your thighs and slowly moving them up, getting closer and closer to your wet core.

You let your head fall forward and leaned your forehead against his chest when he finally touched you down there. Your breath was shaky when Sakazuki’s finger pressed against the small bud and started circling. Your hand moved down to his hard cock and moved it up and down around his length.

The fleet admiral hissed at the pleasure. His thick finger started teasing your entrance before he entered you, your wet warmth enveloping his digit. You whimpered at the unfamiliar stretch but your hips quickly started moving against his finger and your own hand around his dick moved in tandem to his finger.

It didn’t take long for Sakazuki to add a second and then a third finger, stretching you for his dick.

“Shit….!” You breathed out, taking in a sharp breath in when he hit that special spot inside of you.

“Fuck me!” you looked up at him almost desperately, lips red and pupils blown wide. Sakazuki’s dick twitched in your hand at your words and you didn’t have to ask him twice. He pulled his fingers out and swiftly lifted you up to place you on his desk, his huge body looming over yours. You felt tiny compared to him. Now, that the “deed” was getting closer, you got nervous. His fingers were big but his dick was on another level.

Sakazuki pulled your hips closer to his own to the edge of the desk, the length of his dick pressing against your entrance. He rubbed his dick against your folds, his hands having an iron grip on your hips.

The fleet admiral paused for a moment, looking at your flustered form on his desk, all naked and ready for him to take. But should he really do it? He still had the opportunity to end this, to close his pants and give you your clothes back before he had you taken to Impeldown. But this thought was swiftly thrown overboard when your hand reached out for him, asking him to come closer.

Sakazuki leaned down and let you grab the back of his neck and pull him in into another heated kiss. He demanded you part your lips so he could explore your mouth while his hand lined his dick up with his entrance.

“Take a deep breath” he murmured against your lips before he slowly pushed himself inside of you.

Your entire body tensed at the intrusion and the pain and your nails dug into his skin until you were drawing blood.

“Fuck…” you hissed, breaking the kiss and blinking the tears away that were about to roll down your cheeks.

Sakazuki took in a deep breath as your tightness embraced him, forcing himself to control himself and not just start fucking you. Really, if you were anyone else he wouldn’t be so considerate but even his consideration had limits. You better got used to him or this wouldn’t be as pleasurable for you as it was for him.

“Relax.” He gave the very helpful advice and you wanted to punch him for that. You didn’t. Instead, you tried to heed his words and relax but it was easier said than done. Your grip on his neck loosened and you looked up at him, biting your lips anxiously.

“C-can you….can you touch me?” God, how thrilled he was to hear you ask him that. He was tempted to ask you exactly what you wanted but he figured he shouldn’t push his luck and have you screaming at him again. So, he complied and his thumb found your clit, circling it again, making you relax under his touch.

It didn’t take long until he pushed further inside of you, your juice coating his length, making it relatively easy for him to move. When he was halfway in, he pulled out until only the tip was left, then he pushed back in, this time until he bottomed out inside of you. A guttural moan was forced out of your body and your legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him closer. Sakazuki took this as a sign to start thrusting inside of you. He pulled out before his hips snapped back forth, rocking the entire desk with each thrust and making you moan and pant with lust.

Akainu’s hand on your hip kept you in place while his other was still stimulating your clit, his eyes watching your messy state. Your boobs were wiggling in tandem to his thrusts, tempting him to catch one with his mouth but he didn’t. Instead, he moved your body to the side, placing your one leg against his chest, giving him a better angle as he resumed fucking you from the side.

“Fuck….Sakazuki…!” you moaned, arching your back as he picked up his pace, his dick almost hammering into you, your brain slowly but surely waving goodbye as Akainu fucked you stupid. Sakazuki leaned down, stretching your leg uncomfortably far but you didn’t care. The new angle this created was enough to completely lose your mind and fully submit to the man above you.

The fleet admiral grunted at your pussy sucking him in, your juice creating lewd sounds while he fucked into you.

“I’m close…..!” you panted, looking up at him with glassy eyes. “Can I cum, please?”

Shit, now you were asking him if you were allowed to cum?

“Already?” he teased, stopping his onslaught at your pussy and instead moved sadistically slowly. You whined at his tempo and nodded, trying to move against him but he wouldn’t let you.

“Since you asked me so nicely….not a chance.” Your expression dropped at his words, fearing what he had in stow for you. Sakazuki grabbed both your thighs and pressed your legs far apart, a devious grin on his lips.

“You just need to be a good girl for me a little longer. Maybe then will I let you cum.”

#one piece #op #op sakazuki #sakazuki #akainu #op akainu #female reader #op x reader #op x female reader #op x you #Sakazuki x reader #Sakazuki x female reader #littlesniggy

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sexualtensiongrowing21 · 8 months ago

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As the Sun Sets // Marked // Part Thirteen

TW: mentions and descriptions of physical abuse and cursing

Scarlet POV:

The manor was cold. Colder than usual. Bellatrix locked me in my room earlier this afternoon and told me to stay here until I was to be received. I must have fallen asleep because I was startled awake with a ‘pop’. Ditty looks at me with wide blue eyes, wringing her hands constantly. “Mistress Bellatrix has requested your presence in the dining room, M-miss Lestrange.” she stutters.

I swallow hard, and creep out of my bed. When I reached my door I took a deep breath and hoped today wasn't another training session. After descending the stairs I feel the difference in the air. He is here. I pause at the bottom of the stairs ensuring all my doors are locked before I make my way into the dining room.

There, in front of me sits The Dark Lord himself. He is in my father's chair at the head of the table. He rested and laid back against the wooden chair, as Nagini wrapped herself around his feet. On either side of him sit my mother and father. Further down the table I meet eyes with Aunt Cissy, across from her sits Luscious. The table is filled with the inner circle of The Dark Lord.

“Ah… Little Lestrange… Pleasure to finally meet you. Come, Come… Let me see you…”

Slowly I will myself to stop shaking and walk towards him. Once I was standing in front of him I could smell the faint tinge of blood and bone. It is foul. I try my hardest not to react to it.

Looking down at the ground, I bow “My Lord.” Quickly he stands running his snake like hands down my arms and making his way back up towards my face, lifting my chin so I am looking him in the eyes. “Yes… You will do quite well Little Lestrange.” He hisses inches from my face, with a wicked smile on his pale face.

Swaying his robes he walks away from me, standing behind my mother. “Bellatrix, How is her training?”

Anxiety flows through me as she looks down. “She needs practice, my lord. We try to train her every chance we get but I am sure someone more--” She pauses looking up at The Dark Lord with her own wicked grin. “--convincing, such as yourself. Would be much more effective.” She looks from him to me with the same evil smile.

“Hmm… I see… Very well.”

Before I can register what is happening I am on the ground screaming. White hot knives cutting from under my skin trying to make their way out. My head feels as if it's going to burst. When his wand lifts, the pain finally stops.

The Dark Lord is crouched down near me, as my body convulses on the floor. “Stand up my Little Lestrange. You are being given the highest honor of becoming the youngest death eater in history.” I try to will myself off the ground, but I can't move. “I said GET UP!” He points his wand at me and cruses me again. But instead of feeling pain, I pass out.

When I woke up again, there were ten Death Eaters circling around me. I search to find solace in Aunt Cissy's loving eyes, but am unable as they are all adorned in their cloaks and masks.

The Dark Lord breaks through the circle, standing in front of me. “Have a good nap Little Lestrange?” His open mouth smiles, showing his yellow teeth while he and the rest of the Death Eaters laugh. “Stand up.” He commands while pointing his wand at me. Fear takes over and I scramble to my feet, There I stand shaking in front of him. Whether The shaking is from pain or fear I'm unsure.

“Tsk, tsk. Little Lestrange. You mustn't resist your master.”

With a flick of his wand my arms are pulled out to the side being held still for him by the invisible strands from his wand. Tears fell from my eyes as I begged, “Please…”.

“Don't worry Little Lestrange…” The snake-like figure is standing only inches from my face, as his boney fingers comb over my face. “It will only hurt for a second.” He releases my left arm from their investable restaurant, sharp fingers wrap around my wrist.

As if in slow motion, he brings the tip of his ivory, bone carved wand onto my forearm and begins the mark. An animalistic scream comes from me as he starts the incantation. Searing pain engulfs my arm, as if I had stuck my arm directly into a fireplace, for the fire to sear my skin.

The pain slowly travels up my arm, throughout my body until I feel as if I am engulfed in flames. The pressure in which he held his wand is gone and I am released from the invisible bonds that hold me up, causing me to crash onto the floor. I can vaguely hear the cheers and laughs from everyone around me as I clutch my arm, moaning in pain.

“Scarlet.”

“Scar--”

“Mi Tesoro.” Someone's hands are on me as I thrash around in their hold, desperately trying to break free, the nightmare still playing in my head.

“Scarlet, please wake up. You're okay. I'm here.” I can feel the tears rolling down my face and the lingering burn of the mark still courses through me. “Please i-it burns” I sob into the arms that are protectively wrapped around me. “Please make it stop. I can't-- I can’t take it anymore…” My eyes pinched closed as I feel my body being picked up and carried.

Theos' hard, bare chest is pressed against my body. Cold water pours upon me, shocking me, the burning on my forearm where the mark is slowly decreasing. “That's it Mi Tesoro, ground yourself. Think of three things you can feel.”

I can feel Theos’ heart hammering against my shoulders. I can feel the cold water against my skin. I can feel his hands on my face whipping my tears away. “There you go, Mi Tesoro. Now think of three things you can hear.” I can hear my labored breathing slowing down. I can hear the patter of water hitting the tiled floor of the shower. I can hear the deep breaths of Theos’ breathing.

“That's it Mi Tesoro, just like that, now move three body parts for me.” I move my toes against the tiled floor, I move my body, turning towards him, and I move my hands to wrap around his toned stomach.

When I finally open my eyes, pulling away slightly. I see that Theo is completely naked except for his blue boxers. He has a look of utter terror on his face, as his green eyes take in every inch of my body. “I am so sorry Theo.. I-I should have warned you how bad they get--”

I pause looking down in between us. “--and how bad I look.” He scrunches his eyes, pulling me into his chest as he strokes my hair. “Do not apologize, Mi Tesoro. Never apologize to me. You’re beautiful.” He places a kiss on my head while rubbing soothingly up and down my back, letting the water calm me down.

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After calming down, Theo and I headed to the Great Hall for breakfast. It isn't until the door closes behind me, that I am hit with the reality of what today is. Draco and I fixed the cabinet and tonight-- tonight we are going to the Manor to finalize the plan with The Dark lord.

“Are they always that bad?” I hear Theo ask, bringing me back from my thoughts of dread and doubt. “Not every time. But, yes.” I say looking down at my hands that are playing anxiously with my wand. “Sometimes I wake up and still think I'm back there at that moment…The pain always feels real.”

Theo intertwined his hands with mine as he pulled me towards the Slytherin table. "I am always here for you if you need someone to talk to afterwards--” He pauses and looks down at me with a cheeky smile playing on his lips. “-- Or someone to cuddle with.”

“Thank you Theo.” I reach up on my toes and place a kiss on his cheek.

Before Theo can pull me down to sit next to him, a shorter mess of brown hair walks up to me grabbing my arm, looking worried. “Scar. Have you seen Draco this morning?” Harry heaved.

“No I haven't. Why?” Before I even finished my sentence he started walking away. “Wait, Harry!” I yell trying to catch up to the chosen one. “I need to talk to you. It's important.”

“I will find you later! I promise!” He called as he ran out of the large double doors of the Great Hall.

“Potter was even weirder than normal.” Theo says. I hum sitting next to him across from Blaise and Pansy. Pansy is looking between me and Theo, giving us a suspiciously happy look as we sit across from them. The feeling of dread and doubt only increased with my short conversation with Harry and now my anxiety is starting to sky rocket.

Theo must be able to sense my unease, because he reaches his free hand under the table and gently rubs his long fingers over the exposed part of my thigh where my skirt has ridden up slightly. Smaller figures at first, then after a while he gives my thigh a small squeeze and I expect him to remove his hand. But he keeps it there, giving me a small sense of comfort.

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After breakfast, we continued the rest of the day normally. I, on the other hand, have been distracted. I know that I need to tell Harry. I need to do something. Something good.

I have a free period with Hermione next and I have decided if Harry doesn't have time for me then I will tell Hermione. She is the smartest one of the three anyhow.

We are in the far corner of the library going over the arithmancy homework, when I finally gain the nerve.

“Hermione?” I swallow, watching as she looks back and forth from the open book to her right and to the parchment to her left. Her brown curly hair is tied back with one of my extra bows, each curl bouncing with her movements. She hummed to acknowledge she heard me while not losing her place. “Do you know how to perform legilimency?” I swallow the anxiousness trying to bubble over. Her eyes snap up to meet mine, furrowing her brows in the process. “How come?” She whispers, in order for our conversation to not be overheard.

I look around us once more. We chose the farthest table in the back. This is where we usually come to study as the boys, both Gryffindor and Slytherin, lose interest before reaching us. Mustering up all the courage that a Slytherin has, which is not a lot, at least in my case. “I need to tell you something, but I can't actually tell you.” I whisper, hoping that she can read in between the words.

Double checking that we are indeed alone, she nods her head and moves her chair so that she is sitting in front of me. She meets my eyes once more looking for any sign of regret, before I nod my head with a stray tear escaping from my eye. She mutters “Legilimency”. I take a deep breath and close my eyes.

One good thing my dear parents taught me is how to be skilled in occlumency. I can easily pick and choose which doors to open for Hermione.

I led her into the first door. The night the task was given to Draco and I. The look and feelings of fear we both had. It was after Draco was marked. A couple days before our return to school. We were reading in the garden, Draco with his potions book, and me with my arithmancy book. The sun started to set behind the hedges of Malfoy manor when we both gasped in pain. The mark burned. We were being summoned. The memory skips to us in the drawing room, to The Dark Lord describing the cabinet at Borgin and Burkes and how it has a twin. A twin that is somewhere hidden at Hogwarts.

The next door we go through is the meeting Draco and I had weeks ago. The Dark Lords threat. The way the other Death Eaters looked at me, waiting for us to fail, just so they could have me. My breathing picks up, my limbs locked in place. Whimpers of pain and fear escaping my mouth. “Now, now… Settle down Little Lestrange. They won't touch you… Not yet…” “Sit back down.” He dismisses the men to be seated again and my vision has cleared a bit he speaks to me again.

“You will fix that cabinet. You will get us into Hogwarts. If not…” He goes quiet and looks around at the men who had all been standing around me “then you get a taste of what life is like for your precious Nott Jr. at home.”

The last door I lead her through is a memory fresh in my mind. One of the most painful, but I feel as if it's important to show her. Maybe. Just maybe she will believe me. The scene comes to live around us. At first she looks confused, but then she catches sight of my body within the circle.

Once she pulls out of my mind she has tears in her eyes. I can't tell if it's from pity or betrayal. Both, I conclude once she pulls me into a tight hug. “I'm so sorry Scarlet.”

Hermione took it all a lot better than I anticipated. Yes, she is disappointed and upset with me. Rightfully so, but I hope she understands. I hope that she knows that I don't hate her. I don't hate mudbloods. I even tried to push the fact that most of us, most being my group of friends, do not hold the same values as our family.

“So what are you going to do now? Surely he will find out.” Hermione asks quietly, taking my hand in hers and squeezing it softly. This is the part that I know she won't like. “I need you to obliviate me.” I tell her hesitantly. Hermione sucks in a breath. “Scar I-”

I shake my head slightly, giving her a sad smile. “Please. Mione. This is the only way. I cannot remember telling you. I will not put you at risk like that.” More tears are flowing down her cheeks as she begs me to reconsider. “W-what if you defect? We can run and come up with a plan. D-dumbledore will help you.”

“What about my friends? Mione-- I don't know what he will do to them if I leave. Draco? Aunt Cissy? I can't.. I can't risk it. Please, this is the only way.” My heart aches for my friend. I know she's trying to help me. To save me from this misery, but there is nothing that can be done. Not for me. I must play this smart and hope Hermione understands.

Wiping her eyes, and taking in a deep breath, she raises her wand. She hesitates. Honey brown eyes meet mine as she silently checks once more if this is what I want. “I’m ready.” I breathe out, occluding so as to relieve the anxious feeling in my stomach. I have never been obligated before… At least I don't think I have.

She holds her wand out in front of my forehead, hesitating as I close my eyes. It's only a heartbeat more before I hear her whisper “Obliviate.”

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natasha-in-space · 11 months ago

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"A... cake?" Natasha's expression was the epitome of confusion as she blinked repeatedly at the shiny plate placed on her desk, with a slice of what seemed to be a fresh-prepared cake resting on top of it. When Saeran suddenly disappeared for hours on end, she was not expecting to see this once he came back. What kind of trick was this exactly...?

Though, her boss's proud and puffed up appearance indicated that he was more than pleased with himself. Who knows why. Either way, she could only guess that it was going to be at her expense. As it usually was.

Saeran snickered, moving the plate closer to his perplexed assistant. While he usually hated that dumb, doe-eyed look on her face, making her feel all stupid was exactly what he was hoping for right now. He marveled at the opportunity to rob her of any sense of control. At least, that's how he viewed this whole exchange. "Don't give me that look. I know you're probably desperate to take a bite. Trust me, it's just as delicious as it looks. Strawberries are your favorite, are they not?"

Natasha's nose scrunched up slightly as her thoughts raced to make sense of this entire predicament. What was happening? Did they even have time on their hands for... whatever this was? She's pretty sure they had a deadline approaching just hours away... Then again, Saeran's methods were far different from Ray's carefully organized work flow. And he probably wouldn't appreciate her criticizing his work ethic.

She opened her mouth to say something, only to be interrupted by an insufferable groan as Saeran grabbed the plate back into his hand and separated a rather generous piece of cake with a fork, quickly thrusting it to her mouth. When she didn't respond right away, he raised a brow and pushed the sweet treat against her lips, but not going any further than that. She could smell the sweet vanilla mixed in with the strawberry, definitely making her mouth water a little. It sure looked and smelled tasty.

"Go ahead, then. Open wide. You did such a good job with your studies yesterday, I would be a terrible boss not to praise my little pet for being good."

...Alright, now she's sure this is a trick. He wasn't being very subtle about it.

She was unsure if Saeran just didn't want to put in the effort needed for a believable performance or if he really believed this would work on her. Either way, it's not like she was about to call him out on that. As far as she could see, he was in a good mood for once, and she would rather keep it that way. Whatever it may have in store for her.

So, Natasha sighed and leaned in to take the fork into her mouth. Only to have it snatched away from her in an instant. She just watched as Saeran put the piece of cake into his own mouth and exploded in a fit of roaring laughter that bounced off the bare walls of the Intelligence room. He laughed so hard, he even put an arm over his stomach, an action that probably wasn't fully conscious as his body shook in response to the waves of amusement he seemed to find in this whole exchange. She's pretty sure she never saw him laugh this hard before, especially over something so... to be completely frank, rather stupid.

Throughout it all, Natasha remained silent, feeling both puzzled and intrigued. Saeran sure was a mystery. She's pretty sure that the laughter was genuine. Did he seriously find it this funny? It was almost kind of... cute. In a very peculiar way. She was starting to understand why he looked so proud and energized when he entered. Did he plan this whole thing in advance? Now if that isn't excessive, she doesn't know what is.

It appeared that Saeran would have a good time playing pranks. Though, he probably didn't know about that activity in the first place. And she wasn't about to tell him. Who knows what kind of things she would have to deal with if she does.

"Oh, you should've seen your face! God- You looked so dumb!" Saeran cackled and started to bang his hand against the table a little. Natasha found it hard to suppress her own laughter when she saw the unusual sight, having to bite her lip to prevent anything from slipping. Saeran looked so proud of himself, that she is sure he was blissfully unaware of just how silly this all looked from the outside perspective. If he did, he wouldn't be acting this way in the first place.

"You got me, boss... How could you do this?" She found herself playing along, even though she couldn't control the light smile on her face as her eyes kept following the hacker. There was some amusement to be found in this strange situation. One she wouldn't voice outloud, but would indulge in nonetheless.

Saeran seemed totally oblivious to the 'victim' of his prank having a good time. After a bout of laughter, he released a final loud 'Ha!' before settling down and crossing his arms over his chest cockily. He leaned his hip against the desk in a way that radiated arrogance.

"You must be a real airhead if you think I would ever bake a cake just for you! This should be a nice lesson for you, assistant. Be grateful I am willing to give you such a heads-on approach."

Natasha blinked. Stumped.

Wait-

Did he...

Did Saeran make this cake? To perform this 'prank' on her? Is that why he was gone for hours? Was he out there, baking a whole entire cake, just for a joke?

"...You are something else boss" She murmured after a brief pause, shaking her head slightly.

"I sure am."

He was unaware of what she meant by that, wasn't he? By the looks of his confident smirk, he thought she was impressed by him or something. And, in a way, she was.

Just not in the way he would be pleased with, probably.

Still, in spite of it all, it was... nice to see this more silly and lighthearted side of Saeran. Even if it was in such a bizarre manner. She didn't mind being the cause of his laughter occasionally. Maybe she'll put up with some silly pranks in the future.

...And, his smile appeared somewhat cute for a brief moment when he was consumed by his own enjoyment and didn't care about appearing intimidating. A small glimpse into the human side of him that he seemed so set on denying. She kind of wished to see that more often.

Turns out, Saeran is a very talented baker.

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sankatsuka · 1 year ago

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Tenma Siblings Discussion - How Saki Feels About Tsukasa, A Seflessness that Makes You Feel Undeserving

"But I'm not getting better at all... I'm ALWAYS troubling them, big brother, mom and everyone else...!"

Warnings:

Discusses JP dialogue from Smile of Dreamer, Hinamatsuri, Dazzling Lights, NSNF

HC territory as usual

HFD Tsukasa delusioner

I'm sorry but I was personally uncomfortable with what happened in Hinamatsuri, so this discussion helps justify Saki's behaviour. You may not like it if you thought Saki was entirely justified, sorry again!

In NSNF JP, I found the choice of wording interesting: first thinking about Tsukasa, then their mother, then delegating their father within the "and others".

From how she mentions him first, she seems to instinctively recognize Tsukasa as being the one most affected that she has to miss out. Moreso than their parents who are the ones logistically impacted, which probably shows their parents did a good job of not making her feel like a burden. This small detail and mention of Tsukasa in NSNF, as well as using the same flashback period as Dazzling Lights, implies Saki has always known how much Tsukasa focuses on her and how her wellbeing strongly affects him.

In NSNF, she's shown to be able to generally recall events, but not the strong emotions she experienced in them. So of course she can easily say 'Tsukasa has always cared for her', but it doesn't mean it is properly nailed in. She seemed to show a lack of awareness of this in Hinamatsuri, with how she never thought her forced smile would affect him to such an extent and how she only mentions Tsukasa's loneliness in passing. She also acts rather strangely in Hinamatsuri - she quickly snaps at her brother despite being very well aware of how he will always act in favour of her happiness. We see in unit story that Saki would never get angry at a loved one even if they hurt her (Honami), yet she doesn't think twice before getting angry at Tsukasa.

This is what leads me to HC that perhaps, her feelings towards the part she plays in Tsukasa's happiness are suppressed too. Because she can't just be "okay" to be happy on her own, she also would never be "okay" enough to not make her brother sad. It makes her happy to feel so valued, but with how she is, there's nothing she can do for him in return, not even just be happy and fine. Perhaps this is why she feels urged to have to smile even when she feels like crying from happiness, so she can give something back to her brother. Or even, maybe she cries because she can't do anything for him in return, yet he gives her so much and makes her feel so loved when she feels worthless. There's inevitably that feeling she doesn't deserve him, that perhaps she may even feel like he's going to leave her someday because she can't give anything to him.

You'd think that after being cared for so much, Saki would want to repay it twice as much now that she's able to. But she doesn't, and instead has him doing favours for her (buying her things). It's just easier and feels better to go about your day as if everything's always been normal that way instead of face all the pain from the past and try to make up for it. Plus, feelings in the past don't change that easily - just like how her self-hatred still stays strong enough for her to compose the powerful song in NSNF, her helplessness towards her brother won't just disappear. It instead manifests in turning a blind eye to it and simply continuing the way her past self has: just being carefree and happy and keeping up with trends, just like how she deals with her own self-hatred.

If Saki stops playing the role of the smiling sister, and instead goes all-out to do more for her brother, to return all the love he's shown her - it means having to face that helplessness and how she feels undeserving of Tsukasa's presence in her life. Not only will it make Saki feel less of a sister, it will further ruin their siblinghood when it was built upon such a one-sided foundation. She knows a normal brother isn't supposed to be this way (Smile of Dreamer side story), that everything Tsukasa has done till today truly makes Tsukasa the 'best brother in the world'. But the 'best' is all it will amount to, because thinking anymore beyond that will destroy their bond.

Before it was with the tattered Hina dolls, and now we see Tsukasa going the extra mile again to buy Saki the new Hina dolls. I don't want to think she's naive: it's obvious from first glance Tsukasa spent money to buy all those dolls for her, and she knows from all these years of growing up with him that her brother is always well-intentioned: he will always act for her happiness, Saki knows. But now she has more she has to return for him.

So Saki could have uncharacteristically lost her temper because Tsukasa's actions had exacerbated her suppressed feelings of helplessness towards him. She doesn't want to lose him if he keeps doing more than she can possibly return to him. Saki isn't the type to lose control over her emotions to the point of saying such hurtful things to someone she cares and loves - NSNF demonstrates this that she will keep things inside if she thinks it will hurt other people, even if it's painful. Such a habit doesn't easily die off. That's why this HC suggests that Tsukasa's actions may have triggered her somehow. In the first place, Tsukasa was throwing away something that Saki cherished as a way of appreciating his strong love for her - Tsukasa was belittling her own efforts to return everything he's done for her. If she already doesn't feel anything is enough, it's bound to be triggering.

Her suppressed helplessness and self-hatred does seem to lead her to act irrationally against her own will. She wants her loved ones to be happy, but she also has her own needs of companionship that she can't meet because of the way she was born. There's that contradiction that forces her to keep smiling and make jokes but also want to control others. She rags on herself for being born different, begs people not to leave her no matter what and expresses a desire for everyone to just disappear so she can finally have everything she wants: a world where she isn't left alone (/because no one is there) and everyone (/no one) is happy.

It may have been a budget issue, but the writers also made the choice not to have Tsukasa appear in NSNF Episode 7, despite how he's the one who gave Saki the belief that 'tomorrow will be fun', which is exactly what served as Saki's light in NSNF. And it's strong enough of a feeling that in Hinamatsuri's side story, Saki feels comforted seeing the light from his door at night, which reminds her she won't be alone in the hospital at this time of the year again, and that she can sleep soundly and safely think tomorrow will indeed be fun and not another day of being isolated. Yet he doesn't appear in NSNF to serve as one of the lights in her darkness.

Personally, it seems right to me that he doesn't appear in NSNF. It just feels out of place and ingenuine. I guess it's because I don't feel like any of Tsukasa's bonds feel real because of how he's lacking his own self so much. Saki's own feelings towards him, as I describe here, explain why it doesn't feel real: being too selfless and self-sacrificial makes it difficult for someone to love you back: instead, you become someone they feel they don't deserve. I honestly find it... sad, when it was something he worked so hard for as a child. It makes sense why Tsukasa believes he always makes Saki sad, when it can be possibly true with how he cares far too much about her that it troubles her.

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selfship-shenanigans · 1 month ago

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i love fucked up evil fo ask games!!!!! 🩸, 🕸️, 👻, 🎁, 🔮 - yumedanshi

Tysm @yumedanshi!! <3

🩸 - Has your F/O ever marked you in a way that felt like a bond, even if others might see it as dangerous or unhinged?

Ganondorf is very possessive over Ray and likes to bite, especially where Ray's neck meets their shoulder--marking them, claiming them as his, in a place where everyone can see it. He would never draw blood, though, unless Ray wanted him to.

🕸️ - Does your F/O trap you in their world, or do you willingly crawl into their web?

Ray was absolutely there by choice. At first, they just thought he was hot and quickly caught feelings. Ganondorf simply took advantage of their infatuation to manipulate them. It wasn't until later, when Ray truly understood how dire the Gerudo's situation was, that they began to resent their fellow Hylians and willingly fall further onto Ganondorf's side. For a long time, he was still manipulating them, but once he began to catch feelings of his own and Ray's determination to help him and his people grew ever stronger, it really was all Ray making their own conscious choice to help the """bad guys"""

👻 - Does your F/O enjoy toying with your fear, knowing it brings you closer to them?

Honestly, not really. Not anymore. He only really used their fear to his advantage at the very, very beginning to try and intimidate them into never returning to the fortress. Once Ray showed how determined they were to keep coming back, Ganondorf began to see an opportunity: a chance to manipulate Ray, and use them to further his own ends. So he shifted his tactic, relying less on scaring or intimidating Ray into anything, and more on gradually building a (very one-sided) connection with them to make Ray feel more trusted and closer to him than they truly were.

🎁 - Has your F/O ever gifted you something darkly romantic, like a token from their crimes or a memento from a fallen enemy?

The first thing this made me think of was what Ganondorf would do with the master sword once Link was dead. Like, would he destroy it, so no one could ever use it to try and oppose him again? Would he keep it as a trophy-- a symbol of his power, and the fact that not even the blade of evil's bane could defeat him?

And then I thought, hey, what if he let Ray have it? Ray isn't much of a fighter and wouldn't have any practical use for a sword. But I think it could be a more symbolic gesture of trust. To let the person closest to him, the one who could most easily topple his rule from the inside, have access to the very weapon designed to defeat him, and know that they would never use it... To trust Ray so deeply that he would make himself so vulnerable to them..... ough.

🔮 - Does your F/O believe you’re destined to be together? What lengths would they go to if fate didn’t agree?

Answered here!

#ask game #king of evil? more like the king of my heart <3

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theladyelara · 1 year ago

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Death Note 'Hurricane' Remixed

Welcome! Second installment of 'reworking' the English death note musical songs with taking nods from the Japanese versions.

We're leaving the melody and instrumentation unchanged, all we're doing is trying out new lyrics.

Last time we did L's song, let's see how Light does today >:)

I love Hurricane English, but the Japanese Hurricane gives Light so much more sympathy, and imo makes the point better and clearer that Light at least professes to wanting to save the world. He does things out of a…humanitarian drive, or at least that’s what he tells himself. The Japanese is able to carry this over from Where is the Justice, better than the English. You'll see a lot of the edits go towards making this point.

Did I hear correctly? Did it really happen? Was it simply done by writing down his name? Killing indirectly Anyone I choose to It’s so easy now my hand’s already stained

First edits come here, as Light in the English sung part never actually acknowledges that he’s a murderer now. (He canonically goes from ‘ah murder’ to ‘I am a God’ very quickly, but it’s nice to at least have him balk a tiny tiny bit first). My lines try to be ambiguous and emphasize the duality of Light’s “morals”, the line ‘it’s so easy now my hand’s already stained’ could be read as ‘killing someone with this thing was so easy, I can’t believe I am already a murderer’ coded with horror. OR ‘I am already a murderer, so killing people is so easy now’ sung with relish.

These 'either or' readings will be a staple of the edits, as it leaves things open to interpretation on a spectrum of morality, just as I believe the show as a whole strives to.

Could this be the hour? Unimagined power Can I throw a thing like this away?

Again the minor edit here serves to give Light more sympathy and at least gesture towards the idea of horror at a literal murder notebook. The lost line 'ready to devour who I say' immediately throws Light into evil villain territory, and here we want to let him dance upon that line a little longer. You could read the ‘can’ as Light questioning whether he has the personal strength to reject this power, as if knowing rejection is the right thing to do. Or you can read it as Light questioning why anyone would ever throw away such power as if it is the responsibility of one with a murder notebook to cleanse the world.

This rotten world Is fading fast Still waiting for a hurricane

We lose the hook ‘the hardest rains, the coldest winds’, which always felt rather weak (thematically) to me anyway. We’ll repurpose ‘this rotten world’ from manga lines, which helps reinforce that Light says he has good intentions. At this point also, Light has not made a decision, and he speaks of the world as a third party observer, watching it fall to ruin.

If what I do Brings change at last Can I stay?

Again we get to see Light questioning and reasoning, which helps justify him and his batshit god-complex to the audience. With ‘can I stay’, I mostly mean ‘can I stay my hand’. This moment of questioning and reasoning helps further humanize Light, bringing him closer to the emotions rather than a metaphysical observation on ‘the human stains and all their sins’, though we lose some of that religious imagery.

A righteous flood Will clear the sky Once they feel the power of the hurricane

Because we lost the ‘rains and winds’ imagery of the hurricane, I bring back the flood, which also refers to Noah’s flood that wiped out evil humanity in the Bible. As before, this is chorus one, so Light does not personally identify with the hurricane or flood—yet.

Finally a chance to Find a little justice I’ll do what I need to with a lowly pen

This is Light accepting the death note, accepting that he is justice. The minor edit gives him more agency in making the turn, and he tries to give himself a little justification in, ‘I do what I need to’. The ‘lowly pen’ is a play on the phrase: the pen is mightier than the sword.

This is what I’m meant for Give my all to guard it Once you have begun you write it to the end

Again, same sentiment as before, minor edits to bring Light closer to the emotions and allow him to justify himself a bit.

Security and safety No one to replace me No poor judges now to block the way

Emblematic of the shift in tone/focus of English to Japanese, the English gives Light almost nothing to hedge, and has him go full megalomaniac. ‘Elegant solution, flawless execution, righteous retribution on the way’ the focus is on Light’s god-complex and arrogance. The Japanese focuses much more on his self-delusion and inner sense of justice. Edited line ‘no one to replace me’ is meant to bring out the feeling that Light is the only one who could do this, hinting at the arrogance. And ‘no poor judges’ could be read as Light sneering at the ‘poor, pitiable judges’ who are powerless compared to him, OR as him deriding ‘poor, incompetent, bad judges’ who can no longer obstruct his idea of justice.

This rotten world Is mine to cleanse This power is my hurricane I’ll save the ones No one defends This is my way I’ll bring the pain So be afraid I will bring the power of the hurricane

Not much new to add here, edits are serving the same purpose as above, to communicate Light's viewpoint. Light, having decided to turn the corner, further identifies with the hurricane and with the DN’s power. The line "this is my way" is the first w/o a 1 to 1 match on beat, so some rubato is required from the singer here, sorry.

I am the God of a brave new world Much better than the last The time for talking is finally in the past This rotten world Is fading fast Waiting for the hurricane

Only one note here; we can read this ‘fading fast’ as different from the first chorus, here being a triumphant declaration that the rot is fading away, thanks to Light, of course.

And what I do Brings change that lasts So I say This rotten world Will feel my wrath I am the mighty hurricane And what I do Brings change that lasts Brand new day! My righteous flood will clear the sky Once they feel the power of my hurricane

Again, nothing much new to say here, all of the subtle word shifts showcase Light’s acceptance of his self-proclaimed ‘godhood’.

For the song rewrite, I think the flow may not be as good as the original, and the hurricane throughline a little less clear. Still, I felt before that the hurricane symbolism sort of eclipsed any other messaging the song had to offer, with the constant repetition of ‘the hardest rains, the coldest winds’ which doesn’t really say much about Light as a character. The main shift in molding after the Japanese is, of course, to give Light more personal equivocation, then reasoning, then motivation to do what he is doing. Now we get both a more sympathetic and understandable view of Light, and we can see how and why he's convinced himself to do what he is doing, whether we agree or not.

Lmk what you thought, and stay tuned for more!

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quintiliusheartripper · 8 months ago

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I feel with legion raised charr its a bit more difficult due to the culture and its more about whether the character disliked the violence and still does. Quint was dulled very quickly. Even if he didnt get his mentorship in torturing he would have gotten used to it very quickly- starting cubs off with learning to survive by hunting and moving up to bigger things. His mother only rounded him out by making it so he could kill another charr. You start with the flame legions and then work your way up to traitors. By the end you have someone great on the blood legions front lines who will use their own teeth and claws to kill and someone perfect for a imperator who is trying to stick her feet in both sides of the war as long as she doesnt tell him the soldier given to him to use magic to extract info and make an example of is from the united legion.

uriah grew up in the flame legion and had seen a Lot of death and inadvertently caused death with a failed attempt at liberation too soon after gaherons death but before scarlet as well as being the one who helped make the iron cages for effigies. His actual first kill though would have been during heart of thorns. I imagine especially considering how gut wrenching it would be if it was a turned sylvari he had to kill who was someone he knew in the pact. It probably shook him and he would have wished he never had to do something like that in self defense. Hes a welder, not a soldier.

Tryphon grew up on a pirate ship with his mother and a few other kids who were kept for nice free labor lmao. Especially little tryphon who was quickly growing into his 10ft glory. Regardless the first kill he actually witnessed as a teen was one that was linked to him. Everything about the person killed haunts him but he is happy that he was killed- brutally- by necromanced rat and chicken bodies eating him alive in front of him. I think because of the relief and joy it did soften the edge for further violence. Trauma was placed upon him by this person and they met a justice end for it. Because of this though he has a twisted sense of robinhoodism. He doesnt want civilians to be killed and will pubish you if you do. He has rescued sylvari being smuggled to experimentations and punsihed those asuras with death. He wont care about you if your a soldier though. In his mind you signed up for this and hes a big bad pirate so you better just get better at using your sword on the massive charr. His ship doesnt deal in trafficking of bodies and slavery and he will kill you if he finds out you do. Violence is a form of control over a situation- from causing fear to getting rid of a problem all together in the equation by eliminating it off the board. Violence stops someone from hurting you.

Some of my other charr have had similar experiences. Vytt could have been a fairly pacifist charr, writing poetry and being an author who had many beloved pets, if he hadnt gone through the fahrar. Pulling from whats said about the Spartan children and how the in game fahrar system is reflected with that, like tryphon who did not go through the system, in canon ryland, vytt, kytt, and octavos all learned violence stops someone from hurting you. The difference with octavos is that he turned it around and rallied for meaningful change even if, whether by nature as a charr or by nurture (perhaps even both) he does enjoy violence and loves working within the blood legion walls because of it. But he never had a sense of mediocrity like the bad guys vytt and kytt did even if he did come from the same rotten ash legion fahrar. Guess it helps being bigger than anyone else. Vytt had chronic stomach problems that kept him thin and small and well bullied by others, kytt was just not good at anything untill he learned to use his hidden mesmer magic to help vytt defend him. For vytt that extreme violence gave him power. It was power as shown by the teachers and adults. And while kytt has never killed someone by his hand his own form of extreme violence is a form of power in itself. They are no longer the ones unable to fight back.

Muisi is as similar to the commander as my characters get. Her first kill was probably something like self defense (she is afterall part of the second gen of sylvari) or killing something like a risen. She isnt needlylessy cruel like a nightmare court member but She understands that tyria can be a violent world. She tries to rationalize everything she kills. It has to have a purpose or what was the point? How can she go from being a soundless priory academic to someone who kills or atleast disables others often as she fights by the commanders side? Necessity of the era and hoping whatever shes doing is for the good.

The kodan i have are a lot more liberal in their thinking and so they arent as prone to some of the more senseless violence others in their race have. Their sanctuary is nestled against the mountains half on land and half on ice making it perfect for trading. The current Voice stray cry is even trying to soften the views of the kodan by talking about how anyone can be as balanced as a kodan and a kodan can be as far from balance as anything else- what matters is their actions. They may attack icebrood and svanir but thats because they often attack them first. They defend themselves and the cruelty of their enemy is easier to process when killed. Its not until kodan come bqck icebrooded that its hard,.. these are friends and family. These are members of their community. It leaves lasting deep scars.

Lore question time, for you. Have your character/alt killed someone or something? How was their reaction at their first? How are they handling violence now?

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #this was a fun think

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vannybarber · 4 years ago

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Caught Ya !

Summary: You walk in on Chris jerking off to you, so you help him finish off.

Chris Evans x Reader

18+

Warnings: masturbation, fingering, vulgar language, cum play, the gif does not help the situation at all ✋🏽.

You were currently walking through Chris' house, trying to find him because he promised he would watch Knives Out with you. He skipped the premiere due to his anxiety, but you talked him into seeing his effortless masterpiece.

Turning down a hall, you hear heavy breaths. Your first thought is this motherfucker is disgusting. Having a piece of meat over when he swore to watch the movie with you. As you grow closer, you hear him breathing, but no one else. So he's masturbating, you think.

You turn a corner and his bathroom door is completely open. Pushing your neck further out, there he is, completely naked, fisting his cock in his huge hands in front of his mirror. No lie, it was a scene. You can't deny Chris is fine as fuck. And that ass, whew. That's more than America's ass. That's the universe's ass right there.

You should feel ashamed for watching, but you can't tear your eyes away. He continues to moan and pump his thick shaft. You notice his phone in his hand and your mind goes to porn. He loves porn. You guys have watched it together a few times to make fun of the dumb plots and shitty acting.

"Fucking shit Y/N." At first you thought he caught you, but he's still looking at the screen and jerking off. Realization hits and you discover he's masturbating to you.

"Why do you have to be so gotdamn sexy? Man, the things I'd do to you." With every word, he thrusts harder into his hand.

It's a complete shock, but very much an honor. He thinks you're sexy and definitely wants you. Make sense because you're the greatest thing to grace his eyes and that's just a fact. You knew this.

"Gosh, I would fuck you so good. So damn good." At this point, you're a mess in your pants and you wanted to go in there and just throw yourself at him. And that's exactly what you do.

Walking towards the bathroom door, Chris hears you and swivels his head in your direction, caught like a deer in headlights. You smile as you enter the bathroom.

"So you would fuck me good, huh?" You grin at him and step in front of him.

"How long have you been standing there?!" He sets his phone down on the sink counter and moves to cover up, but you stop him.

"For a while actually. I'm honored that you find me sexy." You give him a sly smirk and pick up his phone. You see the screen and it's a picture of you at the beach, ass on full display. You love that picture.

"Well you are an ass man." You look down at his cock. "A very blessed ass man, might I add."

"Let's just forget this happened. This is so embarrassing." He steps back, but you grab his forearm, halting his movements.

"You don't have to be embarrassed, Chris. Go ahead and finish." He looks at you skeptical but also a little taken aback. "I'll help you, c'mon."

You shut the door slowly and move back in front of him.

"If you wanted me all you had to do was say so." You take your time and remove your shirt. You had no bra, so you got naked quickly. "I would have gladly pleased you in anyway you like."

He hand slowly travels back onto his cock and he runs his thumb over the top of his shaft. After confirmation, you turn your back to him and unbutton your pants, dragging them down and revealing your dark panties, all while maintaining eye contact. He breaks it and scans over your ass, moving his hand faster on himself.

"Looks way better than that picture doesn't it?" You wiggle your ass a little for him. He hums in agreement. You latch your panties on your fingers and slide them down bending over to the floor and stepping out of them.

"Fuck you, Y/N."

"Soon baby. Don't worry."

You turn around and rub your hands down his biceps and onto his chest and stomach. He's visibly sweating and you smile proudly that you were the reason. You hop on the counter and spread your legs open wide for his view.

"I just wanna help you out, babe. Make you cum faster." You drag your fingers through your folds and down to your hole, sopping up your arousal and rubbing it all over your bare pussy.

"See what you do to me, Chris? This is all for you." Sticking two fingers inside, you pump your tight core and brush up against your g-spot. Throwing your head back, you moan a low 'fuck' and bring your head up.

After a few seconds, you pull them out and hold your arm out for him. He takes your fingers in his mouth and sucks them dry.

Your nipples are rock solid and your pussy is throbbing so much, you swear it was audible to the both of you.

"You taste so good, baby."

"You can get a real taste if you cum for me." His pumps are getting faster and you know he's colse. Squeezing your boobs, you rub your clit in tiny circles.

"Cum on my pussy, baby. Then she's all yours." You're saying all the right words that's getting him off. "Your tongue on me would be way better than my little ol' fingers."

"You fucking bitch." You smile at his reaction. You're really fucking him up right now.

"I would fuck you so good, you know that? Take your cock anyway you want me to, anywhere you'd want. I want you inside me, Chris. Please."

Although you were the one in control, it was not a secret that you wanted him. Bad. And you weren't too proud to beg.

"I want your cock shoved down my throat and your fingers buried deep inside me. Let's make it happen, Daddy. I want it so bad. I need it."

"Shit, I'm about to cum." He groans out, clearly frustrated with you. His voice is hoarse and low.

"Cum, Chris. Cum all over my pussy." He follows orders and shoots his load all over your wet pussy. You rub his seed all over and through your folds and bring your fingers up to taste him.

"We taste really good together," you giggle. He rubs up your thighs and observes the mess you've made for him.

"You look like a whore."

"That's because I am one. I'm a whore, slut, cumrag or whatever you want me to be. All for you."

You suck your fingers once more and hop off the sink and grab his arm, leading him out the bathroom.

"Now come fuck me like you want to."

I came up with this yesterday 👀. I love sharing my fantasies with you all 🧡.

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st0nesnglitter · 4 years ago

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May i please request some delicious Sirius smut? During a drunken/high game of truth or dare with their friends (Marauders and Lily etc), Reader admits she has never received oral before. Once everyone is gone Sirius offers to remedy this, whisking her away somewhere quiet (like Astronomy Tower or RoR) so he can eat her out...because he LOVES eating pussy and wants to be the first one to eat hers. She's very squirmy so he has to hold her down...but he doesn't just stop at the one orgasm. He continues devouring her till she's cum at least 4 or 5 times, at which point he can't take it anymore and fucks her six ways to Sunday.

oh this is it

Remus slender fingers were in the midst of rolling a new joint, the last one being finished by Sirius. Lily had just downed a shot of firewhiskey and the mood was light, comfortable. Your head was spinning slighlty and you couldn’t stop all the giggles escaping your lips. The night had started with Sirius giddily showing off the bag he had sweet talked his way to through a Hufflepuff boy and had ended, well, here.

In a circle all of your friends were laughing, everyone intoxicated in one way or another, and one wanted to play truth or dare. After a couple of rounds Lily had given Marlene a hickey, James stripped down to his boxers and gave Peter a lapdance and Remus had told his most embarrasing interaction with a teacher.

And so the attention was back on you.

”Truth or dare, love” Remus asked before taking another hit.

”Truth” you said as you leaned forward slightly, eager for the question.

”Okay, hmm.. do you prefer giving or recieving head?”

Your heart dropped slightly as you realized that they would find out about your lack of experience in that department. You had gone down on a guy, but never been reciprocated. After a few moments of ‘thinking’ about your answer you decided to try and avoid the truth.

“I’m gonna say give” you said confidently.

The group all broke out in surprised faces, everyone thinking that the answer was obvoius.

“Are you mad?!” Lily burst out, “getting head is amazing!”

“Well maybe she hasn’t been with someone as good as me” James quipped and he got a few eyerolls and Lily hit the back of his head.

“I don’t know.. I uh” you realized you had backed yourself into a corner and just should tell the truth, “I have never received head”.

The shocked faces that met you when you told your initial answer quadrupled and practically everyones jaw were on the floor.

“Never?” Remus asked suspiciously, almost not believing you.

You shook your head and looked down at your hands. Your friends broke out in discussions on how fucked up that was, but one of them was quiet. Sirius sat with a slight glossed over look, like he was thinking really hard, and you tried to gather his attention.

“We just gotta pray that you will get some real men in bed soon” Marlene said before directing the question toward someone else.

As everyone started to scatter you felt a hand around your wrist and you looked back to meet a pair of grey irises.

“Can we take a quick walk, love?” Sirius asked, not really waiting for an answer as he started to lead you out.

He padded through the empty corridors, carefully listening after other footsteps so you wouldn’t get caught. You admired his look: his hair was, for once, not styled to perfection and it was tousled, the buttons on his shirt had slowly opened up and you could see his toned chest underneath. Right under his left collarbone there was a small stick n’ poke tattoo that James did last year, and another one was on the wrist that was holding onto you.

His feet came to a stop by a big wooden door, one you’ve never seen before.

“Where are we Si?” You asked and he turned around to look at you for the first time in a couple of minutes.

“You’ve never been here? It’s the room of requirement” he explained like it was the most obvious thing in the world, “it appears when you need it”.

He opened the door and inside there was a single bed, big enough for five people, and a bottle of firewhiskey.

“I have a proposition, a promise” Sirius started and sat you down on the bed, standing in front of you, “I wanna make you feel good”.

Your heart started to beat so hard you were certain that he could hear it and you could only manage to nod.

“Want to make up for all those shitty guys, I wanna eat you out.”

He looked at you like it was the most normal thing ever, like your incredibly attractive and desirable friend didn’t just ask to go down on you.

”Well darling, are you going to let me?” Sirius asked after a moment of silence, his voice soft and his hand came down to brush over your cheek.

You nodded quickly and he gave you a bright smile before giving your shoulder a light push. You dropped against the mattress and he crawled on top of you.

”M’ gonna kiss you now” he announced and you nodded again, his movements were more careful than what you would’ve expected from the schools biggest playboy. He placed his lips against yours and after a few nervous moments you got into it.

You treaded your hands in his long hair, smiling into the kiss. He pulled away to look at you for a moment before moving down onto your neck and made some light lovebites. His hands got down to your pants and you froze.

”Nervous?” Sirius asked with a crooked smile, pressing a kiss against your jaw. You nodded with a bright blush over your cheeks that burned like a fire.

”Don’t have to be love, we’ll take it slow” he mumbled before reaching over for the bottle, ”wanna do a quick drink for some courage?”

”Yeah, think that’ll help me” you giggled.

Sirius took a swig of the whiskey, but when you reached for the bottle to take your own he leant down and pressed his kiss towards your lips. The amber liquid slipped out of his mouth and into yours, slowly opening up to let his tongue follow it.

His hands went back to your fly, opening as he left soft kisses against your stomach. He fumbled slightly when he started pulling down and you giggled.

”Shut up, can’t be smooth all the time” he grumbled with a playful spark in his eyes.

Being able to laugh and joke around in such a, what you thought, serious situation made you gain some confidence so you let your hands wander over Sirius’ shoulders and chest. Your fingers met the top button of his dress shirt and you started unbutton it until he moved further down.

”Look at that” he said to himself, letting his fingers wander over the lacy pattern of your panties, ”so pretty, and all fo’ me”.

The blush that had been harbouring your face grew brighter, and you had to look away from the grinning face in between your thighs. He dropped one of his fingers to trace your slit and you gasped.

“No one has taken care of you, pretty girl, gonna have to take my time”, the tip of his finger pressed against your clit and you grabbed onto his shoulders.

“So responsive” he admired and leaned forward to kiss over your mound, “no ones mouth has graces your beautiful pussy, huh?”

In your haze of teasing pleasure you assumed it was rhetorical, but his fingers left you and he looked up at you expectingly.

“N-no, you’re first Si” you mumbled, slightly embarrassed to be reminded of your inexperience.

Sirius groaned into your inner thigh, the tent that had been growing in his pants ever since the game strained against the fabric of his trousers, impossibly hard from your innocent

“That’s so fucking hot” he smiled up at your and hooked his fingers in your panties and dragged them down your legs.

When they were in his hands he admired them for a while before putting them in his back pocket.

“Those are mine now” he said before turning his attention back to your thighs, biting marks into them.

His tongue peeked out to soothe over the marks when he felt content with the amount he had left before he turned to the other one. You started to grow impatient and pulled at his hair.

“What do you want, darling? Gotta use your words” he said with a tilt of his head.

“I want you to start” you whined and looked into his eyes to see if it was good enough.

“Start what? Can’t do what you want if you don’t tell me”.

“I want you to..” you trailed off for a moment but Sirius nodded at you to continue, “to eat me out”.

He smiled brightly and grabbed onto your thighs, pressing a quick kiss on your hip.

“Good girl”.

His tongue delved straight into you and you moaned loudly at the unexpected action, grabbing onto his hair again. After a few thrusts of his tongue he moved his mouth to your clit, wrapping his lips around it to provide some suction. You couldn’t stop the sounds leaving your mouth, the feeling was unlike anything you’ve ever felt and it was amazing.

When you let out a particularly loud moan he smiled against your pussy and gave you an appreciating, and encouraging, hum. The vibrations shook through your body and you thrashed against the mattress.

Sirius pulled away from you for a second to watch as his fingers slid over core, collecting some of your wetness, before pushing one in. Your jaw fell slack and clenched around his finger. He pushed it in and out a few times before adding another one.

“Feel good?” He asked, trying to encourage you to be more vocal, and started to kitten lick at your clit.

“Yes, fuck yes Si!” You yelled out, arching your back off the bed.

“Taste amazing love, like the sweetest fruit” he mumbled against you before wrapping his lips around your clit again.

He started alternating sucking at your clit and licking at it, his fingers pressing against your g-spot. The pressure in your lower stomach was starting to grow unbearable and you started to tap at his shoulders.

“Sirius! Fuck, Sirius I’m gonna cum!” You moaned out and his movements went into an impossible speed and you let go over his face.

When your breathing started to level out Sirius pulled away from your core, chin glistening and his eyes glittering.

“You’re amazing” you breathed out and gave him a smile with hazy eyes and he returned it.

He layed down next to you, wiping his chin against the back of his hand. When you looked over at him you saw the bulge in his pants and your hand found its way to it. He groaned and grabbed onto your wrist.

“Your turn” you said with a smile.

#sirius black one shot #sirius black blurb #sirius black smut #sirius black x you #sirius black x y/n #sirius black x reader #sirius orion black #marauders era #marauders x you #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black fluff #sirius black fic

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ghirahimbo · 4 years ago

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for the writing prompts, 30 with revalink maybe? It's perfectly fine if you skip this. Good luck finding inspiration!!! I love your writing <33

30. Saving them before they drown

Pre-Calamity. Link finally speaks, but they're not words Revali wants to hear.

(not angst. so very much not angst.)

The upside to ignoring Link was that he made it so easy to do.

It wasn't as if he did much to call attention to himself, after all, trailing quietly after Zelda with all the expressive personality of a plank of wood. Revali had even started to suspect that the princess had forgotten Link's presence entirely, distracted as she was by the ancient shrine tucked to the side of Rito Village, which he couldn't help but envy her for. He himself could never seem to forget Link's presence, though he was content enough to pretend that he had right alongside her. Anyone who could so thoroughly ignore the majesty of Revali’s Gale deserved the same regard in turn, and Link would know that by the time Revali decided he was done ignoring him.

The downside was that neither Revali nor the princess noticed right away when Link slipped over the cliff's edge, his moment of idle curiosity turned abruptly deadly as the turf crumbled beneath his feet and he hurtled towards the lake below. Revali did hear Link's startled gasp the moment that he fell, which came out as a breathy 'hup!', but by the time Revali had connected that ‘hup!’ to Link and turned reluctantly to see what might have inspired such a 'hup!', the Hylian Champion was already halfway down the cliff.

Revali watched him fall, and felt his stomach swooping after him.

“Damn it,” he said once, and then again as he saw Link’s head bash against the rock on his way down. "Damn it!"

"Revali!" Zelda gasped, though whether in response to his mild profanity or because she'd noticed the same thing he had, Revali didn't have time to discern. Revali was too busy throwing himself off the edge of the cliff after Link, summoning a burst of wind to speed his own descent even as he watched Link finally hit the water below, disappearing quietly beneath a churning spray of white.

All this undue hubbub over Hylia's appointed hero, and placid Lake Totori was going to defeat him before Calamity Ganon even had the chance. Worse, Link was going to die before Revali could ever prove himself superior.

"Damn it!"

Later, when Revali recounted the story of his daring rescue to captive audiences, he would leave out most of the swearing—and the flailing. Swimming was not considered one of the great skills of the Rito, after all, even if they were prodigious fishers. That was more a matter of skimming the surface of the lake with their talons, rather than fully submerging themselves beneath the water and… flailing. Still, some undetermined amount of flailing wings later, Revali had a sodden, unconscious hero of legend clutched awkwardly in his talons. Flying him up to the nearest outcropping of rock, Revali dumped Link unceremoniously onto his back, leaning in close to listen for breathing.

Nothing.

"Damn it," Revali whispered, thinking that the village elder would be washing his mouth out like a fledgling before long if he kept this up. He had no idea how to save a drowning Hylian, but... maybe it wasn't too different from saving a drowning Rito?

Pressing down on Link's chest until his ribcage creaked beneath him and certainly not panicking, Revali decided to give it a try before he wasted time flying up to ask. The rhythm of his pulses matched his litany of swears.

"Plucking Hylians… no wings… no gills. What are they plucking good fo—"

A spray of water erupted from Link's mouth, and Revali jerked in surprise, leaning back as Link proceeded to cough up half the lake beside them. He'd done it. He'd saved the idiot Hylian's life.

He felt what he decided was a normal amount of relief over this.

"You absolute twit," Revali said by way of greeting as Link's heaving finally settled down, and he stared up at Revali weakly. "What under Hylia's wings happened back there? Are you trying to make Calamity Ganon’s job easier?? Because I can't think of any more pointless method of throwing away your life than—"

"Revali," Link whispered, and the words vanished from his throat so quickly that his chest felt deflated. Over his own abrupt silence, the hammering of his heart felt abnormally loud.

"What?" Revali said eloquently.

"Revali," Link said again, or… slurred, maybe? His glazed eyes squinted up at Revali, not quite focusing on his face, and—okay, so maybe Link had a concussion. There was a rather large knot on his head—bleeding sluggishly, now that Revali noticed it, which would likely require attention. Still, Link could speak, and he was speaking to him. "Revali, there's… there's something I need you to know. I've… I…"

Revali leaned in close to catch his breathless whisper, feeling a bit breathless himself. Were these words of thanks? Of concession? Of…

"I think I've fallen for you, Revali."

Revali blinked, and leaned a precise three inches back. Maybe he had water in his ear. He must have misheard Link somehow, because his first spoken words couldn't possibly be a—

"Get it?" Link said, and Revali breathed in deeply. A pun. "Do you—"

"I get it," Revali said, his voice kept utterly neutral. Link shook his head, struggling to sit up.

"No! Actually, you're going to have to save my life again, because…" Link carried on relentlessly, his gaze slightly fevered now. "Because I'm drowning in your eyes."

Revali felt an unspecified muscle in his aforementioned eyes twitch, and he started to count backwards from ten.

"You have a concussion, Link," he said carefully—a reminder for them both. "It's best if you just—stay quiet. I'm taking you back to the village, where—"

"Hey. Hey, is your name Lake Totori?" Link asked, leaning further into Revali's space with a grin turned unbearable. "Because you just took my breath aw—"

Later that night, Revali would swear before the village elder that he did not push Link back in the water, whatever anyone else claimed to have seen. Link had clearly wandered back off the edge himself, still disoriented from his fall. Why would Revali push him in, after expending so much effort in saving him?

Zelda backed up Revali’s story, pretending a greater viewpoint on events than her position from above had actually afforded her. Privately, she held her doubts, but… well, all was well that ended well, right?

And Link, who remembered almost nothing aside from falling, but who couldn't help but wonder why his own cheeks flushed and Revali's feathers fluffed up strangely whenever their eyes met... he, characteristically, said nothing at all.

#revalink #ish #revali #botw #loz #my writing #me throwing this up on a wall jerry seinfeld-style: is this anything?#but... yeah #lol thanks for the prompt!

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daughterofyourdarklord · 1 year ago

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Delphini grips the top fo the duvet, the rollings curses just outside the door rain thunderously, colliding hard against the hallway walls. The little witch shudders with every sound, anxious tears welling in her eyes. The manor smells like magic. Suddenly, as quickly as mummy had slammed the door shut they both burst back in, the strangers body falling hard against the floor as mama hovers above him like she’s one of Delphini’s toys.

It takes Delphi a moment until she realizes that mama must know this wizard because - surely - if she was going to kill him he’d already be long dead?

The little witch studies the stranger. He shares mama’s face, those same grey eyes full of anger. He looks just like the rest of their family - like a Black.

She can’t understand why another Black would ever fight mummy?

The wizard mentions Rodolphus and Delphini is even more confused.

He knows Uncle Rody, too? Why does he think Delphini would ever look like Rod?

She meets her mothers eyes and suddenly they’re at again.

Mummy! Delphini gasps, shrinking further into the bed, tears blinding her vision for a moment.

The wizard attacks mama with his hands - like a muggle. He has her mother on her back quickly, the weight of him pushing her into the floor, two hands surrounding her throat.

Panic consumes Delphini, terror ripping through her chest - she can feel mummy’s magic waning. Bella is having a hard time speaking, she calls for Delphini and it only takes a moment before a crescendo erupts inside the little witch, something snapping.

“Stop it!!” She screeches, bolting up and to the edge of the bed, clinging to the bedpost.

The furniture shakes, her mother’s crystal perfume bottles shatter across the room.

“Stop it! Don’t hurt my mummy!” All the windows in the room crack with the finality of her statement, shards of mirror rain against the hardwood floor.

Silence consumes the room as the strangers hands slacken.

Mummy is breathing almost as heavily as Delphini. The little witch is perched over both of them, dark eyes filled with tears bore heavily into the strangers. Delphini’s fingers feel hot, her chest tight, there is a rage taking root in her that she has never felt before.

It’s a few heartbeats before the wizard huffs at her, breaking eye contact to scan the room and all the damage she’d done, that grey gaze turning almost amused as his hands shift down to pin mama by her shoulders.

“Promise me you’ll never speak a word of her.”

Sirius looks back at Bella but Delphini refuses to take her eyes off him. She is acutely aware of the magic in the room now, coursing around them all like beating blood. She wants to scream again. She wants her mummy.

“Sirius…”

The stranger doesn’t exactly answer her mother.

“Does our family know about her? Cygnus? Narcissa?” Does my mother and brother?

“Who are you?” Delphini interrupts from above them. His hands still harsh against her mother - familiar. Delphi does not like it at all.

“Certainly inherited that Black temper, didn’t she?” He does not say anything else - as if Delphini did not just ask him a question. She releases the bedpost, forcing herself to stand tall, those angry tears still clinging to her lashes.

“Let go of mummy.” Her voice is dark.

The stranger - Sirius - huffs again, glancing back at Bellatrix.

“Dare I refuse her?” Delphini is still too young to understand mockery, but she very clearly understands that his hands are still on mama and that mama is wandless.

We show our enemies no mercy. Her father’s voice sounds clear in her head.

Her magic is still far too uncoordinated, unfocused. The intention is there, however. Sirius is haphazardly shoved backwards, slamming against the large bureau and landing in shards of mirror.

It’s another heartbeat before mummy finally makes to stand, and it’s only then that Delphini finally registers the hot tears finally making their way down her face.

Delphini clung to mummy's leg, smiling up at her parents as she watched them greet each other softly. It was rare anymore, to witness these gentle moments between them. They've both been so busy lately, the few times Delphi has been with them it's been in front of others and they'd never act like this.

Her father's gaze turns to her. Delphini can't help the wide smile stretching across her lips, eyes twinkling in delight. She giggles at his comment, stepping out from around mama and opening her arms to her father in silent demand.

He obliges her - of course he does - Delphini and Bellatrix are about the only witches Lord Voldemort would allow anywhere close, and it was just the three of them here now. Lifting the little witch up and propping her against him with one arm, Delphini can't help but cuddled closer - all too eager to take advantage of her father's generosity.

"Hi, daddy." She whispers against him before leaning back to get a better look. From beside her Bellatrix tucks a stubborn loose curl back behind Delphini's ear. Their daughter's eyes bounce between the dark lord's own intently, sparkling briefly before she gasps: "They're different!"

Her father lifts an eyebrow, encouraging the little witch to continue.

"Redder - again!" His lip twitches in amusement, Delphini never fails to notice the subtle changes in each of her parents. His eyes being amongst one of her favorite features as it's one that they so obviously share. The dark lord hums in response, readying to speak when suddenly-

There's a thunderous bang.

So loud it nearly startles Delphini right out of papa's arms. All three of their heads snap at the sound of it.

She's curious initially, turning to her parents to ask what that was when she catches they edge of their gaze. The subtle amusement Delphini spotted in her father's eyes just before bleeds into a burning red.

Her parents share a horrible look between them, something in their eyes unsettles the little girl immediately.

Before she knows it, Delphini is back in her mother's arms, Bellatrix grip around her something fierce.

Delphini doesn't ask questions, doesn't protest. She misses the words exchanged between them, too busy trying to catch up. Their magic grows horribly tense and Delphini wraps her arms around Bella's neck, whispering a nervous. "Mama."

That's when she hears the footsteps - the voices.

Strangers are here.

#what a little treat this has turned into #hot mess happening at Lestrange estates #I rlly just love Sirius #I think its the dynamics I love the most #though id LOVE a dark Sirius AU like can you imagine #I can #vividly

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May The Odds Be Ever in Your Favor (Hoseok x Reader Hunger Games AU) Chapter 7: Natural Born Killers

Summary - Living in District 4 you never thought you would have to worry about being selected for the Hunger Games. With a training centre right near the dock of the houseboat you lived and fished from, your district was known for volunteers who trained their whole lives for a shot at glory and riches. But at age 18, your name is called and no girls volunteer to take your place. Your devastation is answered when Kim Namjoon volunteers for the males shortly after. Tall, muscular, highly intelligent and charming, the years of diligent preparation have bestowed Namjoon with the expectation of being the next District 4 champion after Finnick Odair last won 3 years ago.

Fishing for a living has granted you skills with a knife but, as your mentor Finnick is quick to describe, your beautiful face may well be your best asset.

Upon arrival in the Capitol you are quickly faced with the reality that Namjoon may not even be the biggest danger inside the Arena. Especially when you capture the obsessive attention of District 2′s own volunteer, and killing machine, Jung Hoseok. Hope soon fades from ‘survival’ to ‘the mercy of a painless death’ but Hoseok certainly has other plans.

Pairing - Hoseok x (fem)Reader

Genre - thriller, angst, yandere

Word Count 9.5K

Warning: This chapter is very heavy with multiple deaths described in detail.

PLEASE AVOID READING IF YOU CONSIDER THIS CONTENT UPSETTING

The following is a dark fic featuring a yandere character, violence, obsession, and coercion. By no means does writing about this in a fictional setting condone any of those behaviours, much like Stephen King writing horror doesn’t mean he approves of psychotic killers in reality. Please avoid reading if any of these warnings makes you uncomfortable.

Previous Chapter: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 , 6

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You had remained with the girl’s body after her canon sounded. The momentary adrenaline rush from killing her attacker had faded and you were filled with despair at the sight of her lifeless eyes. It was strange how little guilt you were feeling, you had just killed someone – something you never thought you could actually do. Even though what he was about to do to the girl was disgusting, you were expecting to feel some sense of remorse over taking another life, but yet there was none. You remembered Hoseok’s vicious attack on seven from yesterday and shuddered, did you have more in common with him than you wanted to admit?

‘No.’ You shook your head, arguing with yourself. ‘He’s a monster, he took pleasure in his kill. I killed to protect someone else… But didn’t Hoseok kill to protect you?’

Disturbed by your conflicting emotions you hit your head against trunk of the tree, begging for the thoughts to leave your head. It was too much to try and process right now, especially with the girl’s body lying on the ground next to you. The impact on your skull and the rough bark grazing against your forehead provided a welcome distraction from your inner monologue.

For a moment, you thought that a whirring noise was coming from the ringing in your head, until you felt a blustering wind, along with surrounding leaves and twigs beginning to lift from the ground. Confused, you scrambled away from the girl and over to your bag. Shouldering the straps, you whipped your head around trying to see what the cause could possibly be, as the wind and whirring sound only grew stronger.

With nothing abnormal around you, you turned your gaze upwards to see an airship hovering just above the trees. A door along the bottom opened, and a large metal claw slowly began to lower through the leaves, knocking several branches out of the way. You stumbled backwards, not wanting to get in its way, and watched with sick fascination as the claw reached the boy. It hovered for a few seconds, getting its bearings, before the metallic arms began to retract. The gears whirred as they clasped around the body, some digging into the dirt below him, before they formed a tight grip with a sealed clunk. And then the claw was moving upwards, the thick cord retracting until it disappeared into the ship above.

It was such an odd sight, such an inhumane way to treat a dead child (‘the dead child you had just killed’). You just stood there staring, until the claw reappeared at the door, once again empty. You looked over to the girl’s body, regretfully knowing she would be taken next. But there was nothing you could do for her. You didn’t know if the airship could be giving away your location, or whether the other tributes would think to run in the opposite direction, but you didn’t want to stay and find out. Securing your bag, you turned your back and ran.

Two hours later it was difficult to see the sun through the leaves above, which made it hard to try and navigate. You were starting to run low on water and you had an idea to try and get to the edge of the pool behind the cornucopia, closer to the waterfall. Your idea was basically that people who wanted supplies would go to the cornucopia itself and those trying to run away would have gone in the opposite direction. If you could sneak along the edge of the forest, maybe you could reach the fall and stay hidden. Your plan had worked well, after finding where the edge of the forest neared the river, you had stayed hidden in the trees and made your way in the direction of the waterfall. When the cornucopia came into sight, you took a longer detour back inland through the trees, not wanting to risk coming into contact with any tributes who might be hiding so close to supplies.

You knew you were getting close when the sound of crashing water began to get louder, and more rocks started appearing in your path. A canon sounding very close by caused you to jump and momentarily forget your plan. Looking around you had to be at the cliff that would take you up towards the top of the fall. Remembering the careers from yesterday, you knew you definitely didn’t want to keep going in that direction. The noise of the canon seemed to have come from further inside the forest, close to where you had been walking through only moments ago. Climbing up the cliff wasn’t an option, and neither was staying in this part of the woods, so the waterfall remained your target. You let the noise of the water guide you and continued to made your way over – the surface becoming increasingly rockier the closer that you got.

The cornucopia came into view, in all of its temptation. It was across the other side of the rocks that you were traversing. It was less filled than yesterday; however, you could still spot an array of supplies scattered around. For the first time you felt your stomach rumble and you longed to run across and raid it for some of the fruit that you could see. But it was far too out in the open to be worth the risk. So, you continued towards the fall.

The closer you came, the more you were left in awe by the design of its structure. The rocks became harder to climb over, but you realized that they went behind the pounding curtain of water, into a cave. You were apprehensive. It was such a brilliant hiding spot, but being so close to the cornucopia you felt like another tribute had to have found it by now. However, someone could only have seen it if they had chosen to come closer to the fall, rather than the cornucopia, which wasn’t necessarily an expected move.

You didn’t want to take any chances, and pulled your knife out from your pocket, just to be extra careful. Doing your best to balance, and stay hidden between the large rocks, you slowly made your way closer to the water’s edge. Once there you crouched down, repeatedly checking behind your back to make sure no one was trying to sneak up on you, and filled up your container. Once full, you put the cap on and then began to try and scrub off the lingering traces of blood that were staining your hands.

It was as you were finishing up that you spotted a moving figure through a crack between the rocks, in the direction of the woods. You sprung to your feet and quickly hid behind the closest rock. Making sure to check behind your shoulder first (in case anyone was trying to sneak up on you whilst you were distracted), you peered out from behind the boulder to see your worst fear – Hoseok and Namjoon working together.

You spun back around, your back hitting the rock, as you pressed yourself against surface. They definitely hadn’t seen you yet as they were moving towards the cornucopia and neither of them had been looking over in your area. You recalled the canon from before and instantly knew it had to be their work. Your heart was racing and a tightness was beginning to seize across your chest making it harder to breathe. You wished you could somehow melt into the rock and hide inside until these games were over, but you knew it wasn’t a realistic option. Staying outside here would be far too risky with them so close by. The forest wasn’t safe as they would very likely see you if you tried to run back now. Your best option was the cave behind the fall, as it was surrounded with large rocks for cover, and neither of them seemed to know of its existence. The possibility of another tribute being inside no longer scared you when the two worst tributes in the arena were so close by.

Using the rocks as a shield, you scrambled the last remaining meters to the fall. Once safe behind the curtain of raging water you stood in awe of the size of the cave within. The boulders from outside seemed to morph into smoother steps that lead upwards and further inside the cliff structure. There was still no sign of any other life inside, but you kept a firm grip on your knife in case of any hidden attacks. The higher you climbed, the drier the rock below your boots became. With the waterfall keeping you hidden from the outside, you deliberately allowed your footsteps to echo throughout the cave in order to alert anyone inside. You weren’t here to fight.

When you reached the top of the rock steps you found a smooth plateau and the first sign of life. There was a makeshift camp of a few supplies – a sleeping bag, a pot, and flint – set up around the ashes of an extinguished fire. The coals still had a faint tinge of orange, so someone still had to be close by.

“Hello… Is anyone here?”

You called out, but were only met with the sound of your voice bouncing back off the walls.

The sleeping bag looked like it had some sort of shape underneath it, so you slowly walked over, wondering if anyone was still inside. You didn’t want to come off as threatening, but you also weren’t stupid enough to approach someone without a weapon, so you hid your knife behind your back.

“I’m [Y/N] from Four, I ran away from the careers. Two and Four are at the cornucopia now.”

The closer you moved towards the bag, the darker the cave became, but you could still faintly make out some sort of shape. You frowned, why wasn’t the person responding to you?

“Please, I’m just want to hide,” you lowered your voice as you reached the bag.

“I promise I don’t want to hurt you.”

You tapped at the bag with your foot but were met with a hard feeling beneath your toe.

Rocks?

A trap

Leaping away from the sleeping bag, you narrowly dodged the swing of a machete from a figure hiding in the shadows by less than an inch.

“But I want to hurt you”

The voice of your attacker was feminine, but you had no idea who the person is.

“Are you fucking crazy, I’m trying to offer you an alliance against the careers,” you swore as you shuffled backwards, trying to put some distance between yourself and your opponent.

“No thanks. I had one until your boyfriend killed him…” The girl continued to follow you, and as she steps further into the light, you recognize her from District 7

“…And I’d like to return the favor.”

She swung the machete again, and you narrowly ducked with a shriek, rolling towards the edge of the plateau. You just managed to catch yourself from rolling off the edge, but before you could get to your feet, Seven charged at you with another swing of her blade.

You brought your knife up to block it, which she clearly didn’t expect. She’s too stunned by the fact you stopped her attack to block your leg that kicked up and into her stomach. She hunched over and gasped, barely keeping her grip on her weapon after having the wind knocked out of her. You didn’t give her the opportunity to catch her breath. There was no time for guilt or doubt as you thrust your knife upwards. It sunk in between her ribs with a broken scream, causing her to finally release her grip on the machete. It clattered to the ground beside you as you pulled your knife out.

She was still alive, her hands pressing against the bleeding wound as she stood above you. The previous sight of your would-be-killer is gone, replaced by a scared girl who knows she’s going to die. You can’t exactly blame her for trying to kill you – after all your alliance tortured her district member – but there’s no point in feeling sorry for her now. The best you could do is give her a faster death than her partner. Getting to your feet, you stabbed her again, this time in the stomach. She made a strangled gurgle, coughing up blood as you ripped your knife back out. She moved to try and grab for the machete, but stumbled over her feet and instead slipped off the edge of the plateau.

You looked over the side with morbid curiosity, to see her body had landed amongst the rocky water at the bottom. The pool below is a violent mess of currents created from the waterfall and you watched as her body was quickly pulled under to the sound of a canon.

“I’m almost disappointed by how easy this has been,” Namjoon commented as he picked up a small sack of rice and tossed it into the water. Since disposing of Krystal, the duo hadn’t so much as seen a trace from another tribute on their way to the cornucopia. They had arrived with ease and quickly finished stocking both their backpacks with food items. It was when they discovered there would still be plenty left for other tributes that Hoseok had come up with the idea of throwing whatever they couldn’t take with them into the river.

“If only [Y/N] was that easy to find,” Hoseok muttered in response. Between tossing away any food he came across, he was also searching for more arrows.

“Nothing good is ever easy, she can’t hide forever.”

*boom*

The noise of a canon stopped them both in their place, it had sounded very close by. Namjoon looked around in a circle to see if there was any sign of an airship, whilst Hoseok suspiciously eyed the waterfall. The canon had definitely come from that direction. It was too high to see their camp up the top, but in his mind the noise had sounded closer. For a few minutes there was an uneasy silence, until he spotted something in the water.

“Over there”

Hoseok tapped Namjoon on the arm and pointed towards a figure that was emerging from the raging waters. Forgetting about throwing away food, the two moved towards the edge of the cornucopia’s rock to try and see the body. The water near the fall was a violent mess of waves, before it smoothed out into an eerily placid pool by the cornucopia rock’s edge. They watched as the body was tossed around, pulled underneath the currents, until it eventually drifted further way from the fall and resurfaced closer in their direction.

“It’s a girl,” Namjoon commented as they watched the body float closer.

It was difficult to see any details, but they could both tell the body was too big to be one of the younger tributes. There were no male tributes with hair long enough to tie into a ponytail, which gave away the fact it was a girl. With Athena having short hair, Krystal being killed earlier, and four known female tributes having died yesterday, they both mentally ran through which older females were still left in the games.

“You don’t think it could be…”

“No.”

They were both thinking the same thing, but there was no way Hoseok would allow Namjoon to say your name out loud.

It wasn’t you; it couldn’t be you. There was no way that you could have been taken from Hoseok without him feeling it inside. You were tied together and the second you left this world he would be able to feel it like a tether had snapped, right? He had no idea what he would do if you died before he was able to reach you in these games. It was a given that he would kill whoever was responsible in the most excruciating manner possible, but afterwards? Probably a rage induced rampage until he was the only person left, before killing himself. If you weren’t together with him at the end, then no one could win.

Hoseok followed the body along the rock as it drifted, until it was close enough for him to be able to reach. He could hear the sound of an approaching airship, but he had to see who it was with his own eyes first. Leaning over, he grabbed the body by its jacket and pulled it close enough for him to flip over. His sigh of relief upon seeing some insignificant nobody was audible.

“Not her,” he called to Namjoon, who had followed behind him.

“Stab wounds…” Namjoon acknowledged, nodding at the two bleeding cuts in the body. A solid incision between the ribs and a deeper wound in the stomach.

“From someone who knows how to handle a knife…"

Hoseok’s words trailed off at the end as he recalled your training in the arena. Particularly, your skill with throwing knives. The boys looked at each other, both knowing what the other was thinking. You were very close by. Looking at the waterfall where the body had appeared, there was nothing to suggest that you were around. If it weren’t for the fact that you were trying to stay away from him, Hoseok would have been proud that his girl was so good at keeping herself hidden.

“Look over there”

Hoseok’s head snapped over to the direction Namjoon was pointing at, but couldn’t see anything.

“What am I looking for?”

“The rocks. I didn’t notice before, but look how they trail behind the waterfall. I think there’s something back there… more importantly, someone.”

In an instant Hoseok was at his feet, the body below him forgotten about entirely. His bow and quiver of arrows were already on his shoulder.

“Leave the supplies here, we can come back for them when we have YN,” Hoseok instructed as he walked over to pick up some rope from the cornucopia. He doesn’t want to have to restrain you, but given you ran away it’s not like you’ve left him much choice.

Eying the rope in Hoseok’s hands and the knife in his own, a dangerous smile flashed across Namjoon’s face.

“Let’s go get our girl.”

The guilt you were wondering why you didn’t feel earlier, seemed to crash down upon you all at once. With a horrified gasp you, were hyperventilating over the reality you had now killed two people in one day. You didn’t want to, you didn’t mean to, you knew that you had to otherwise it would have been you that was dead. But it didn’t make the reality any less awful. You wondered what your father would be thinking if he was watching. He had been the one to train you with a knife in case that your name was ever called, but could he handle the reality of actually seeing you kill other kids? What about your mother? She was already dead, what if she was waiting for you to join her in peace, but you were sending other children to her instead?

You felt sick, but there wasn’t any food in your system to throw up. Instead, all you could do was dry reach and cough as you backed away from the ledge of the plateau. Maybe you should throw yourself over into the rocks to drown. You didn’t deserve to live as a killer. But then wouldn’t that make those deaths meaningless? And as selfish as it sounded, you didn’t want to die a painful death. You were scared. Scared to die, scared to suffer, scared to survive and have to live with yourself if you made it.

You crawled backwards until you felt your hand touch something soft. You flinched in surprise, looking down to see the sleeping bag from seven’s camp. It felt wrong to even consider, but you couldn’t help but think it would be a nice spot to hide out for a while. There was shelter and more importantly, warmth. You weren't exactly in the mood to return to the woods again and have to climb another tree. You shrugged your backpack off your shoulders and tried to distract your racing thoughts with the task of pulling the rocks out of the sleeping bag that seven had stuffed inside.

As you worked, you could hear the sound of rocks crunching. At first you thought it was just the sounds of the ones inside the bag as you moved them, but then you paused, and you could still hear the noise. It was hard to hear anything over the sound of the waterfall, but you had a bad feeling. You fumbled for your backpack and began to slide further backwards into the darkness of the cave.

“[Y/N]”

You feel as if your blood has turned to ice at the sound of Hoseok calling your name. How the hell could he possibly know that you were here?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no…

You shuffled backwards until you hit a rock. You couldn’t see anything in the darkness around you, and you could only pray that darkness would keep you hidden from him. You curled your knees into your chest and tried to shrink yourself as small as possible, clutching onto your knife, which would be your only hope of escape if he found you up here.

“Son of a bitch!”

You flinched at the sound of Namjoon’s cursing, and felt yourself panicking. Hoseok on his own was bad enough but Namjoon with him was too much. You doubted you could take one of them in a fight, but you knew that both of them would be impossible. You didn’t know what Hoseok’s plans with you were, but you swore you would rather die on your own than find out. You might not be able to fight them both, but you still had your knife, maybe you could take yourself out on your own terms.

“What?” Hoseok barked, his voice getting closer as he began to climb the rock steps.

“Some little shit is stealing our bag.”

That caused him to pause. Whilst the careers did have some basic supplies back at their camp, because they had thrown away a lot of the other food at the cornucopia, they needed those bags.

“Go stop the prick then, I’ll meet you out there with [Y/N].”

Namjoon nodded with a pissed off frown, turning around and heading back out of the fall the same way that he came. He hated when his plans were interrupted and he was going to make whatever moron thought they could steal from him pay.

You had no idea what bags they were talking about, but felt a sliver a of relief over Namjoon leaving. At least you had a fighting chance now if Hoseok found you. You could hear the sound of Hoseok’s footsteps coming closer, as he continued to climb.

“[Y/N]~” Hoseok’s voice echoed throughout the cave as he sung out your name in a sickeningly sweet call.

“Why are you hiding from me, angel? You should know that I would never hurt you.”

His steps continued to get closer and you clasped one hand over your nose and mouth to try and muffle the sound of your breathing. You tried to breathe as slowly and quietly as humanly possible.

“If it’s over how I tortured that boy from seven, I only did that because he tried to hurt you. But if you want, I’ll make all my other kills quick and painless. I’d do anything for you.”

The sound of his footsteps reaching the plateau kept you paralyzed in fear. He was here, there was no escape anymore. You clenched your eyes shut and prayed that the darkness could keep you covered.

Hoseok’s brows furrowed as he reached the top level and saw the abandoned camp. There were visible signs of a struggle from the earlier fight, but he couldn’t see anything else. The sleeping bag was barely visible in the darkness, but he could vaguely tell there were rocks nearby and some still inside of the bag. So that dead girl had tried to set a trap, but you were too clever. Again, he felt a combination of pride and frustration. If only you weren’t so afraid of him, you would be unstoppable together.

If his vision was to go by, you weren’t here. There weren’t any rocks to hide behind and it was possible you could have run in the opposite direction than where Namjoon and himself had approached from. But why did you feel so close? He narrowed his eyes and tried to squint further into the darkness, how deep did that cave go? Could you possibly be hiding in plain sight?

He pursed his lips, preparing to walk closer before the sound of a canon stopped him in his tracks.

Yoongi was in a bad mood.

After his argument with Krystal, he had been left alone to fish up the stream, but he had a lingering sense of unease. Why didn’t she understand that he was only looking out for her best interest? He didn’t sign up for these games to protect her just to watch her get killed for some stranger. It’s not that he hated you, or wanted you to die. He felt sorry for you and the way that Hoseok had singled you out, but it was better you than Krystal.

His luck with fishing had been mediocre. He had been apprehensive to use their food supplies for bait in case there weren’t actually any fish in the river. On the plus side it turned out there were indeed fish, but on the negative, the ones he had managed to catch were tiny. He lost track of how long he had been fishing for, enjoying the feeling of the sun on his face after such a freezing night, when he was snapped out of his peace by the sound of a canon.

Something was wrong.

He couldn’t put his instincts into words, it didn’t make any logical sense, but he had a very, very bad feeling. It was like a part of him had collapsed inside of his chest.

‘Where’s Krystal?’

Surely, she would be back at camp, just like she was supposed to be?

He tried to shake off the feeling, canons were a normal part of the games, if Krystal was smart then she would still be with Athena. On her own Krystal was a formidable opponent, and Athena was a powerhouse. The only real threat that could take those two were the other careers, but they were all back down the cliff. She should be fine… so why didn’t it feel like she was?

With a huff, Yoongi wheeled in his wire and tossed the coil into the bucket. He would try fishing again later, using the smaller fish as bait. But first he had to go and find Krystal to put his mind at ease. He dipped the bucket into the river to fill it up with a little water, in order to keep the bait fresh in the meantime, then began his walk back to the campsite.

When he rounded the corner of the river that led to the waterfall, he felt his stomach drop upon seeing Athena alone at the campsite.

“Athena! Where’s Krystal” He yelled.

Her head jerked up from picking through a pile of different sticks, organizing them into different firewood. She seemed surprised, but Yoongi just thought that was from how loudly he had yelled at her.

“YOONGI, LOOK OUT!” Athena screamed back at him.

‘Look out for what? We need to look for Krystal?’

But his confused thought was interrupt by a searing pain running through his thigh. Gasping in agony, he was in so much pain he couldn’t even scream. Looking down he saw the long blade of a machete protruding out of his leg. Before Yoongi could even react, he was struck across the back of the head, whilst someone else landed a kick to his speared leg. Disorientated from the pain, the two attackers were easily able to manhandle him face down into the river.

Athena leapt up to help, but was met with a rope being wrapped around her neck from behind. The pressure instantly cut off her air, causing her to choke as she desperately clawed for the rope. But whoever had attacked her had miscalculated their strength. Once she was able to get a grip on the rope around her neck, Athena didn’t waste time trying to pull it away. Instead, she used her hold for leverage and rolled her body forward, causing the girl behind her to come flying over her shoulder.

Laying sprawled out on her back District 8 realized she had made a terrible mistake, but it was too late for her. Athena snatched a nearby spear from the weapons pile and drove it straight down into the girl’s stomach. After ripping the point out, Athena kicked her sharply in the side, sending her rolling into the rushing waters. Whether it was from the stab wound, drowning, or falling onto the rocks below, all Athena cared about was the sound of the canon that followed.

Spear in hand, she raced up the bank to save Yoongi.

One down, two to go.

Hoseok was quick to dismiss the sound of the canon as Namjoon taking care of the boy trying to steal from them, but his head turning towards the direction he thought the sound came from caused him to see a falling silhouette through the waterfall.

“What the fuck?”

He didn’t care for his allies atop the waterfall, but the odds for his plans in the games were better if they could stay alive until the outlier tributes were taken care of. He cast a quick scan around the cave for any sign that you were there, but seeing nothing he huffed and started climbing back down.

You couldn’t believe your luck.

After everything that had gone wrong so far in the arena, the moment you were seconds away from being found by your worst nightmare, something managed to distract him.

You should have felt guilty that the distraction came in the form of another person dying, but you were to high strung to properly register that. Listening to the sound of Hoseok’s footsteps, you waited until he was at the bottom of the steps before slowly moving forwards. Not wanting to risk being seen or heard, you slowly crawled your way to the edge to see Hoseok disappearing back out the side of the waterfall that he had come in from.

There was no way you were going to remain in the same place and risk being caught if he came back. Making sure your backpack was still secure, you climbed your way back down the same steps. But when you reached the bottom, you hurried along the rocks under the fall in the opposite direction that Hoseok had left.

Namjoon and the boy from 10 on the cornucopia had been trapped in a stalemate ever since Namjoon had returned from the waterfall. The boy had been distracted with filling up a bag as quickly as possible that he initially didn’t notice Namjoon sneaking up on him, but a movement in his peripheral version alerted him to the career’s presence. His head snapped up, as he saw him coming back to the cornucopia. Namjoon held the boy’s eyes with a dangerous stare that screamed one thing; ‘you’re dead, kid’.

There were barely any supplies left, the rock was sparse and the last remaining good items were now in the bag slung over his shoulder. Clearly Namjoon had to want what was in the bag if he was coming back for it.

“Don’t come any closer, or I’ll drop it!”

The break in his voice severely reduced the impact of his words, but the boy dangled the bag over the side of the water to show that he was serious.

Namjoon rolled his eyes, clearly not taking the threat seriously as he continued to walk, forwards, only to stop when the boy released the bag entirely. The boy caught the bag by the handle, but held it back up over the side of the edge once more.

‘So, he’s quick,’ Namjoon internally assessed as he held up his hands in a mock surrender.

“You have something of mine that I want back,” Namjoon nodded to the bag.

“If it was yours you would have taken it with you,” the kid snapped back.

“Everything in this arena is mine, including your life. Drop the bag on the rock and your death won’t be a painful one,” Namjoon threatened as he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to showcase his muscular triceps that were probably three times the width of the scrawny teenage boy’s.

“Come any closer and your bag will be thrown to the bottom of your river”

Namjoon longed to rush the boy and slam his head against the rock to teach him some respect, but the bag of supplies kept him rooted to the spot. Meanwhile the boy was tossing up his options. The boy from 10 knew that he was fast, but the weight of the bag would slow him down, and it was possible Namjoon could catch him. But if he dropped the bag his odds of outrunning him into the forest were much higher. But the boy wanted the bag just as much as the careers did. He hadn’t eaten since the start of the games. He had scarfed down a protein bar whilst cramming supplies into the bag, but he didn’t think he was going to last long in the forest without anything.

And so, the two stood eyeing each other down, neither willing to cut the loss of the bag, not even a body flying over the edge of the waterfall to the sound of a canon could distract them. However, Namjoon could still see Hoseok resurfacing out the side of the fall.

Hoseok could be brash but he wasn’t an idiot. Seeing the boy holding the bag over the water and Namjoon with his hands up, he could tell that there was some sort of bargain happening. With the boy’s arm over the water, it wasn’t like he could just shoot him with an arrow, without the bag falling in. Being within Namjoon’s line of sight, and with the boy having his back to him, Hoseok sent Namjoon a signal to let him know he would approach quietly.

Keeping his hands raised, Namjoon began to walk around the boy. He maintained the same distance, moving clockwise around the rock with lazy steps.

“You’re not getting off this rock with that bag,” he taunted as he walked, deliberately keeping the boy’s attention away from Hoseok, who was moving closer towards their direction.

“As a matter of fact, you won’t be getting off this rock alive at all”

“Then there wouldn’t be much sense in me keeping a hold of this bag then,” ten sneered.

“The second you drop the bag, is the second you die and you know it,” Namjoon replied coolly as he continued to pace.

“Not unless I make a trade”

Namjoon barked out a laugh.

“For you to make a trade you would need to have something I want. The only thing I want is that bag.”

“Oh really?” Ten asked with a knowing grin starting to crawl across his face.

Namjoon rolled his eyes at the audacity of the kid to think he could possibly strike a bargain, but he had to admit it was somewhat amusing.

“And what else could you possibly have?”

“I saw you and two earlier, I know you’re looking for your district partner. I also saw where she went”

There was a hint of glee in ten’s voice, like he was aware of a hilarious inside joke and Namjoon didn’t like it one bit.

“Bullshit,” he called.

At this reaction, ten outright giggled.

“I know you were tracking her, and that you killed that other career. But I also saw where she was going, and you were both so close.”

“And what makes you think that I believe you?”

Whether Namjoon believed him or not, having the boy keep talking was an excellent way to stall for time as Hoseok continued to get closer. With Namjoon now on the other side of the rock, it was only a matter of time before they had the kid trapped between them.

“She’s a pretty thing, isn’t she?”

Namjoon let out an exasperated sigh.

“No shit, we’ve all seen her at training and the interviews. Hardly proves you saw her today.”

Ten fumbled the bag slightly, his arm starting to burn with lactic acid from holding it over the water for so long. Bringing it down to the ground, he placed a foot on top, easily able to kick it into the river if he wanted. It was in the process of doing this that he caught sight of Hoseok approaching from his peripheral vision.

“Tell him to stop right now, or I kick the bag,” he immediately threatened.

“Hoseok!” Namjoon yelled, before making a cutting gesture across his throat, to get him to pause.

Hoseok reluctantly listened, coming to a stop just slightly further away from the boy than where Namjoon was on the other side of the cornucopia.

“So now what? I drop the bag and I die, or I give you the bag and I die” Ten deadpanned as he looked between the careers on either side of him, not exactly liking his options.

“Sounds about right to me,” Hoseok grinned, sliding the bow off his shoulder and preparing to load an arrow from his quiver.

“If you shoot me now then I can’t tell you where your girl is.”

Hoseok paused his hand right as it touched upon an arrow.

“Where is she,” he demanded.

Namjoon mentally slammed his palm against his forehead, of course Hoseok would be too blinded by his obsession with you, and buy into this bargain.

“I’m not just going to tell you so you can kill me. Look I can see there’s no situation here where I leave alive with the bag, so I’ll drop it. Here,” Ten paused to toss the bag a few feet in front of himself.

“Walk towards me and let me walk past you” Ten gestured towards Hoseok “and I’ll tell you where she is.”

Hoseok nodded curtly whilst Namjoon just rolled his eyes. He thought Hoseok was a lovesick fool, but was satisfied with the fact they at least had the bag back again.

The walk across the rocks began, ten deliberately tried to walk in a path that would create a gap in width between his body and Hoseok’s when they met. Hoseok read this and navigated himself in a way to lessen that distance, in case Ten tried to run without giving him the information that he wanted.

Meanwhile Namjoon walked towards the direction of the bag to retrieve it, but spotted something from the corner of his eye. There was some sort of shape in the rocks near the waterfall. He knew he should probably be paying attention in case Ten thought it was a good idea to jump his teammate, but Hoseok was strong enough to take care of himself, and this weird shape was bothering him. It was hard to see over the mist that sprayed up from the crashing impact, and when he squinted his eyes to look, it was like it was never there at all. For a moment he dismissed it as a bird until it moved again. A blur ducking up and then disappearing behind the closest rock. And then suddenly it clicked – why Ten had been laughing when talking about how close they apparently were to you before. The boy had seen you…

“HOSEOK!” He bellowed right before the two boys were about to pass each other “SHE WAS INSIDE THE CAVE. SHE’S MAKING A BREAK OUT THE OTHER SIDE OF THE FALL”

Whatever luck you had acquired for Hoseok to leave inside the cave, seemed to have vanished almost as quickly as it had appeared. You couldn’t hear the words that Namjoon had yelled over the rumbling noise of water crashing nearby, but you could see him pointing in your direction.

For a split second you all froze. You were caught like a deer in headlights, Namjoon was pointing at you, Hoseok looked livid and the boy from ten was scared to death. There was barely any distance between Ten and Hoseok. They were less than six feet apart, with Hoseok blocking the way to the forest, and Ten had just lost his only bargaining chip seconds away from managing to escape. With no weapon on his body, and no way to get around the armed career in front of him, he made a split-second decision to turn back around. If he was going to die, then he wasn’t going to let those careers get that bag, He’d kick it into the river if it was the last thing he did.

Immediately, chaos erupted.

You took off into a sprint across the rocks. You no longer had to worry about remaining hidden and put all your focus on speed. There was no point in prioritizing your safety on the dangerous surface either – it was either get away, or die. You’d risk slipping and breaking your neck than winding up caught between Hoseok and Namjoon any day. Using every ounce of instinct built from years living on the coast, climbing your boat, and scaling rocks near the sea, you made a break for the forest.

Being the closest, Namjoon would have pursued you, if wasn’t for ten turning around. Reading his move for the bag Namjoon had to race him for it, which was in the opposite direction that you were running. Hoseok and ten were both the same speed, so it was down to him being closer to save their supplies.

“No! Get her! GET HER!” Hoseok yelled to Namjoon as he watched you slipping through his fingers, whilst you ran closer to the forest’s edge.

But Namjoon ignored the demand, leaping onto the bag just seconds before Ten’s foot could make contact with a kick. Instead, Namjoon took the hit to his side and rolled, causing ten to go flying over the top of him.

Ten landed with a sickening crunch. He had thrown his arms out to break the fall, only to break his wrist on impact with the rock. Despite the agony, he used the momentum to keep rolling and fell off the side, into the water below. Namjoon sat up with a grunt, with his water experience, swimming the boy down wouldn’t be a problem, except Hoseok was about to beat him to it.

With his bow loaded, Hoseok shot an arrow straight into the shoulder of ten. The boy let out a muffled scream as he fell underneath the surface, no longer able to swim. With ten no longer a threat, Hoseok looked up to try and find where you were, to see you were right at the border between the rocks and the forest edge.

You had made it to the trees and stopped to look behind to see if you were being chased, when you witnessed Hoseok shoot the boy from ten. You thought that would be it, that he would be left to drown now that he could no longer swim, or that Hoseok would fire a second arrow to be certain. Instead, you found yourself rooted to the spot as Namjoon reached into the water and pulled ten back up to the surface by the arrow stuck inside of his body. As Namjoon continued to drag a screaming ten out of the water, and back up onto the cornucopia rock, Hoseok stood at his side, pointedly staring at you.

Your eyes were locked onto his, trying to read what he was going to do next. You leaned against the closest tree as you tried to suck in deep breaths. Your lungs burned from sprinting over the rocks, but you had to be ready to run again into the forest at any moment. In return Hoseok was eerily still. He watched the rise and fall of your chest with every breath you took, studied the flush of red across your cheeks and beads of sweat trickling from your forehead, and thought of the ways in which he would love to elicit such a response from your body. He ached to run and take you into his arms so he could feel the warmth of your body pressed against his, but knew that you would disappear into the forest the second he tried to. So, instead he chose to drag those seconds out as long as possible, just watching you breathe from a distance to find comfort in knowing you were still alive.

The sound of the canon had distracted the two boys that were holding Yoongi under the water. Turning their heads over towards the sound they were hoping to see Athena dead and the other girl from eight returning to help them take care of the last person at camp, but were met with the sight of an enraged Athena running in their direction.

“Shit! What the fuck do we do?” The boy from district 8 hissed, as he maintained his pressure on Yoongi’s neck to keep him face down under the water.

“How the fuck should I know?” the boy from district 9 snapped back, “You’re the genius who said your partner could take care of her”

“I thought she could! How hard is it to sneak up and kill someone from behind?”

“Too hard apparently”

“WATCH OUT!”

The two boys’ bickering was cut short by eight shoving nine to the side and narrowly avoiding the spear that Athena had thrown.

“That was clos-”

Eight’s sigh of relief was cut short by a second spear landing in his throat.

Nine released a horrified scream at the gruesome vision. The canon hadn’t sounded yet as eight was barely clinging to life, choking out gargled breaths as blood spilled profusely down his neck and into the water below. Nine was so preoccupied by the sight that he didn’t even notice that Yoongi had surfaced from the water. With an agonized grunt, Yoongi pulled the blade of the machete out of his leg and swung it straight into the kid’s head.

Two canons sounded one after the other as the boys died simultaneously.

With the surge of adrenaline fading as quickly as it had appeared, Yoongi collapsed on the shore, vomiting up the water he had been forced to swallow whilst being held under. His injured leg was throbbing, he had a splitting headache and his chest felt like someone had been sitting on it. He was barely conscious when Athena caught up to him and dragged him further out of the water, to make sure he didn’t get caught in the stream and sent over the waterfall.

Pulling her button up shirt from her body (leaving just a tank top underneath), Athena set to work on creating a makeshift tourniquet by tying the sleeves tightly above the wound.

“You know, I could easily just kill you now,” Athena mused.

Yoongi’s response was a laugh in the form of a sharp huff. It was true, he was defenseless. The machete had been lodged into nine’s skull and taken away with his body. He now had no weapon and a major injury in his leg, whilst Athena was a skilled hand to hand combat fighter. She could also easily run back to the weapons at their camp before he could even struggle to his feet.

“So why don’t you?” he grunted, closing his eyes and letting his head fall onto the ground below.

Yoongi knew his shot at the games was practically over with such a severe injury. His bad feeling over Krystal was only made worse by the surprise attack from the three tributes. What if they had killed her when she went off to have a bathroom break earlier? She hadn’t been seen in hours and there were far too many canons that had sounded today. If Krystal was dead then there was no purpose for him to be here anymore, though he hoped to at least wait to see the tribute display in the evening and confirm Krystal was gone before entirely giving up.

“Hoseok and Namjoon,” Athena sighed in response.

Though his eyes were closed, Yoongi raised an eyebrow, indicating for her to elaborate.

“What do you think those two would think if they came back and saw you dead in camp and your sister missing too? They’d probably act like I did it and kill me on the spot for betraying the alliance.”

“That sucks,” Yoongi grumbled.

“Yeah, it does,” Athena laughed. Nothing about the situation was actually funny, but it was such a surreal experience it was all she could do.

“But you know what else sucks?” She continued, earning a questioning grunt from Yoongi.

“That this wouldn’t have even happened if Hoseok and Namjoon didn’t go off on their stupid search for YN. The weird obsession with her, it’s literally insane.”

“I don’t get it either,” Yoongi sighed.

“I’m sick of it. They left us here to die, maybe Krystal already has…”

Yoongi flinched.

“Sorry. But for what? A stupid crush they’re going to have to kill in the end anyway. I didn’t get my name pulled out of that bowl just so I could die as a side character in some weird love story.”

“So, what are you going to do about it? Jump them when they come back to camp?”

Athena scoffed at the suggestion.

“Tempting but I think we both know they’re stronger than I am. I might take down one of them with me but I couldn’t get both. And it’s not like you’d be much help there either.”

“I offer you my complete moral support” Yoongi deadpanned.

Athena barked out another laugh.

“I’ve got nothing,” she sighed. “Maybe we have that in common, and maybe we should at least watch each other’s backs.”

Yoongi opened his eyes and looked up to see Athena staring down at him.

The pain of potentially losing Krystal was still too raw for him to properly process, especially without any closure of knowing that it had really happened (though every instinct in his gut told him she was gone). But he had been so focused on his goal of protecting his sister he hadn’t given much thought to any of his other teammates.

Athena looked tough and intimidating, she scored high in trials and interviewed well. By all standards she was just another typical career, but the reality was she was also human. Yet another sacrifice to the capitol, just like his sister and just like himself. With Krystal, he had someone he loved with him, but Athena had no one. Her closest thing to a partner, in her district mate, had abandoned her for a prettier girl like a child distracted by a shinier new toy. If they were both doomed to die here, then the least he could do was make sure she wasn’t entirely alone.

“Yeah, I think we should”.

The sound of two back-to-back canons cut short whatever moment you were having with Hoseok. It was a slap across the face reminder that this was a game to kill until the last person standing, and the man standing across the rocks from you would ultimately have to try and kill you, no matter what sweet promises he made.

“YN wait, please!” you heard him beg as you broke eye contact, but you didn’t look back again as you turned and vanished into the forest.

“FUCK!” Hoseok screamed in frustration, launching a kick into the ten’s shoulder, the same one he had shot the arrow into. If he couldn’t have you now then he was going to make the little shit who ruined his plans pay.

Namjoon took a step back, and picked up the bag of supplies. He then walked over to a nearby rock and set the bag down in front of him, perfectly secured between his legs. Unzipping the top, he reached inside and dug out an apple, biting in as Hoseok ripped the arrow completely out of ten’s shoulder. Namjoon watched nonchalantly as Hoseok reloaded the arrow and shot it into ten’s other shoulder, the younger boy writhing in agony below.

The torture continued as Namjoon ate his snack. Hoseok would pull the arrow out of ten’s body by twisting it painfully, before reloading and shooting it again into another non-lethal area. His arms and legs were more like a bloody human pin cushion by the time Namjoon had finished a second apple and decided he was bored.

“We should get back to camp,” he declared, shouldering the bag.

Hoseok turned his attention to Namjoon with a raised brow.

“Those two canons earlier, and the one before that, we should check on Athena and Yoongi.”

Hoseok opened his mouth to argue before Namjoon cut him off.

“I don’t care about them either, however it would benefit us to know if they are still alive and who attacked them if they’re not. If there are other tributes working together, we need to take care of them before they go after YN next.”

Hoseok rolled his neck to stare up at the sky with an exhausted sigh. He knew Namjoon was right, and self-indulgent torture sessions weren’t going to get you back.

“Good,” Namjoon confirmed with a smile, before leaning down and snapping ten’s neck with his bare hands.

Another canon.

It took slightly longer than an hour for Namjoon and Hoseok to climb the cliff and return to the campsite, where they were met with the sight of Athena wrapping a bandage around Yoongi’s thigh. The duo was informed the first aid kit was a gift from a sponsor and that the Yoongi and Athena were ambushed by three tributes, all now dead. When Yoongi asked if they had seen Krystal, Namjoon denied anything and asked if they heard any canons before they were attacked. Athena confirmed there had been, and Yoongi had broken down crying.

Hoseok left the other boy to grieve, knowing his sister was dead long before the nightly display confirmed it. Laying down in the tent, he longed to run into the forest and find you right at this second. However, he knew he needed to rest, and that tomorrow when he left camp, there was no way he would return without you. For now, he settled on mentally calculating how many people had to be left in the games. Krystal was gone leaving only himself, Namjoon, Athena and an injured Yoongi in the careers, and of course, there was still you. Eight tributes had died on opening day, two had died over the night, there were two earlier canons that morning, and with the short-lived alliance of three, the person you had killed, and the boy from ten, then that only left one other tribute who was still alive…

You sat high up in a tree, tied to a branch, as you heard the Panem music blast throughout the arena. Shivering under your blanket, you listened as the game maker praised the blood bath of the day, and commented that you were on track for the fastest games in history. When Krystal’s face appeared in the sky as the first tribute, you lost it. You bundled the top of the blanket into a ball and openly sobbed into the fabric, mourning the loss of the only person in the arena who you would have called a friend. You cried far longer than it took for the capitol to display all of the people who had died, and so you honestly had no idea who was left, or exactly how many people there even were now.

You knew Hoseok and Namjoon were still alive as only one more canon had sounded after you ran into the forest, and there was no doubt in your mind it was for the boy that had been shot with the arrow. You felt physically sick from crying; your sinuses were clogged and you had a nasty headache. You were also dizzy from not eating anything in hours and downright drained from how physically and emotionally taxing everything was. You had zero plan for survival in the arena, and no idea what you were going to do the next time Hoseok came close to finding you. In your exhausted state, you decided that would have to be a problem for tomorrow. Letting your head fall back against the trunk, you closed your eyes and quickly succumbed to your body’s need for rest.

Little did you know that someone very close by had been tracking you since earlier that afternoon, and was waiting for this exact moment.

Note: Ten’s idea was to grab the bag and run, he didn’t stop to search what was inside, and obviously regretted the fact he didn’t check for a weapon when he had the chance

So close to 10K but I didn’t want to fill it with garbage for the sake of trying to boost the word count, so 9.5 it is.

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