#a confused person is not deserving of any part of the guilt. they do not have control over themselves. but the other ones sure have it

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You're losing me pt.6

TW: torture, mention of rape

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"I guess we need to talk, Johnny." You looked at him, and the incredible feeling of guilt consumed your stomach. How could you believe a random girl over Johnny?

"Yeah, I guess we need to hen." he said while rubbing the stubbles on his chin. The last week was the most chaotic in his life. He thought he had lost you for good, and when Kyle told him that crazy whore was in your apartment, it was over. That was a line he thought she wouldn't cross. You were a civilian, an innocent civilian who got into this shit because of him. 

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, hen." 

Both of you apologized at the same time, getting a confused look out of each other. "What're you sorry for, Bonnie?"

"I believed her. I believed that you would cheat on me."

"I didn't explain it, did I?"

„No," he told the truth. He didn't deny anything, but you maybe still should have asked yourself if it was the truth. The guilt ate you alive.

"I'm sorry for getting that crazy bitch in your life; did she hurt you?" He took your hand in his, examining if any new bruise or scar was there. 

"Physically no"

"Hen" 

"I love you, Johnny, you know."

"Of course I know; I love you too."

"Do you want to tell me what really happened?"

He nodded and started to explain how he woke up and didn't know what happened, how he felt guilty and hated himself, how John took the fall for everything, how he realized that she raped him, how she accused him of raping her, and how she made him believe no one would ever believe him. How he wanted to tell you everything, and then that slag turned everything around, convincing him that no one would believe him, and finally how Simon believed him and how he opened up. Your heart broke into a million pieces hearing what she did to your poor Johnny.

“You didn't deserve that love.“

„I know I still feel dirty, you know." You knew the feeling all too well, but you didn't know right now what you could do to make it better, so you just took him in your arms, caressing the soft edges of his Mohawk. „You're not dirty, Johnny; her action doesn’t define you." You held Johnny the whole time while he was crying in your arms. ——————————————————————————   This wasn’t the first time, neither for John nor Ghost, but it was never this personal. They had never had as much fun as this time. Ghost already pulled her on a chair, tying her wrists and legs, not giving a fuck about her pleas that it was too tight and hurting her; they were a long time over having any pity for her. 

„We can make it quick or painful, your choice," John spoke, trying to appear as the good cop in this interrogation. His heart wanted to rip her apart in the most inhuman way possible, but first, he needed some information.

„I don't want to die, please. I only meant good." Simon didn't hesitate to slap her right across the face.

„Don't lie.“

„I didn't lie; you would be better off without her.“

„Bad mistake, Ghost doesn’t like when someone talks badly about our girl,“ John huffed, taking a drag on his cigar while sitting on a chair.

„What do you think, boss, should I cut a finger off or break her arm?“ She was panting heavily, the sweat already dripping down her neckline, while she only stared in horror at them. She begged and pleaded, but how many of her victims did it too? How many were even able to remember a thing?

„No, no Ghost we play nice just like her,“ John said with a grin, pulling out three pills from his pocket. Thankfully, the nurses on base didn't have a good opinion of the medic.

Ghost took the pills, putting them in front of her eyes. "Choose. "

„What are these?“ She knew, but her mind didn't want to comprehend what they wanted from her.

„I think the same one you used on me, the other is used for assisted death, and the third one I forgot something with internal bleeding.“ 

„They look the same.“ 

„Choose or I will make you choose." Before the medic argued, Ghost already had all three pills in his hand, pushing them into her mouth.

„I choose this one,“ her eyes watering as she pointed to the left pill. If she were, by any chance, smarter, she would have known she wouldn’t come out alive.

With trembling fingers, she pushed it down her throat. As she felt the numbness starting in her fingers, she couldn’t stop smiling. She made the right choice. 

„They were all the same,“ John replied unapologetically. He didn't want to do this too messy; he only wanted the needed information and then would break her neck; he deserved the right after all. 

„You bastard“ This earned another punch from Simon.

"Let's see how you like being paralyzed. Did you enjoy seeing your victims squirm in fear?“

„Please don't“

„Oh, afraid I'll rape you.“

„Don't worry, Ghost wouldn’t even rape you out of spite.“

„You're so pathetic. Do you need to drug people to get a lay? I bet you're already wet thinking about me touching you. Will only touch my girl.“

„We need to know with how many people you did that stunt?“

„Only you and Johnny, I swear.“

„You swear?“ John stood up, took his cigar, and flicked it close between her thighs, seeing how the heat burned her thighs closer to her core. “It isn't fun to be so helpless? Now tell me the truth.“

She cried and still denied the truth of the sick games she pulled over all these years: „Guess you didn't want the nice way, my turn cap." Ghost grumbled pulling out his favorite knife, a beautiful gift from you. He cherished dearly and he thought you should have had the right to partake in her downfall after all.

The burn of the cigar was long forgotten when Simon slowly craved letter after letter in her skin, taking slow movements as if he were performing in a calligraphy contest. Letter for letter, the red blood dried down on Simon's pale skin, the screams were like music in his ears. He finally had what he wanted: Revenge. He dreamt of it when he saw his father abusing his mother when he met Roba when he heard your past story, and now he finally got it. He could finally protect his loved ones.

„Beautiful, isn’t it, Cap?“

"You could improve your handwriting the letters are slacking a bit.“ 

„You're right, Captain, need to write a few rows more." After the fifth letter, she finally confessed.

„How many“

„I have a list on my phone,“ she cried while Ghost pulled out the phone, finding the list with her guidance. Ghost saw a lot of cruel things in his life, but the visuals on the list made him almost puke: several videos of abused unconscious men and women, their names, and the date all written under them—disgusting. When he saw the picture of Johnny, it was enough for him, and he snapped her neck.

„I'm sorry, Captain.“

„I would have done it if you weren’t faster.“

„What will we do about this?“

„The right thing.“

———————————————————————————— 1 year later

Johnny found peace after consulting a therapist for a year straight, with the support of his beautiful girlfriend and boyfriends. John and Ghost took the list and spoke with all the remaining victims, taking her life insurance money and splitting it amongst the victims. It was nothing that could redeem the situation. Still, they did everything so every one of her victims could afford and participate in the needed therapy, even spreading awareness of male SA survivors in the military with Laswell's help. Your relationship surprisingly grew stronger after the incident, and the bond and trust were only tighter. So here, where you cuddled in a big cuddle pile with your men and Winston, you were finally at peace again.

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A/N: wrote this half asleep so sorry for spelling and grammar mistakes Im not the best at writing torture Im more of an angst girly hope you still enjoyed it.

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A/N 2: Don't read further if you don't want to know anything about the author

So sorry that I posted this Chapter 1 month after the last, my last month was kinda weird. Had a theoretical final exam(passed with an A and an B) , lots of interviews- but hey I got one thing (not my dream thingy but still good), had lots of stress at work and unregular plans like one day night the next early :( So it took a lot of motivation to finally finish this and get back into writing regularly.

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I cared...

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warning: Angst, swearing, crying, guilt, verbal fight, more than one POV, happy ending.

Summary: Bruce decides he will start dating you just to get information about your family, which is part of the Gotham Mafia, but what happens when he catches feelings for you? Or when you find out about all this?

"We need information on the Falcone family," Dick told Bruce while they were in the car heading to the annual Gotham party, it was amazing for people like Bruce and Dick, vigilantes.

The Falcone family needed to get what they deserved, to be put in jail for all the crimes they committed.

"And how do you want to do that?'' Bruce asked genuinely confused, Wayne Enterprises could get involved with Falcone and his wild business, they were friends after all, but it would be risky and obvious.

"We'll see. I'll take care of it Bruce, don't worry." Dick said as they stopped in front of the hotel where the party was happening.

"Hello, Mr. Wayne and Mr. Grayson." The host acknowledged the two as they got in with smiles. The party was full of people, with warm lighting and soft music playing, waiters walking from one end to the other giving out beverages and chatting everywhere.

"There's Falcone," Dick whispered as he got a glass of champagne, "and one of his daughters. Oh--maybe we can see if she lets out something. She is your age, or maybe two years younger but still. Give it a try" Dick suggested while looking toward the girl wearing an expensive dress.

"I can't just go there and ask her if her father kills people or not." Bruce ironically remarked while looking around smiling as people greeted him.

"Not like that, charm her...you can try to ask her out on a date. You're Bruce Wayne, who would deny it?" Dick ended the conversation by going away leaving Bruce alone with his thoughts.

He could at least try. If he noticed it wasn't working he'd just end things with her, simple

But it did work, it worked too well for him to even remember what the hell he was doing, he talked to you at the party smoothly asking you out on a date, and that date was perfect, different from any other date he had ever had, while other women would ask him about his 'extraordinary' life you asked him what his favorite book was, or when he'd say that something didn't work out for him instead of receiving a ''How! You're Bruce Wayne!'', he'd get advice or you'd help him through it.

You were...the most caring person he had ever met, and it hurt him every day to do what he was doing to you, but he was too engrossed to even try to stop it and when he did he'd just end up admiring you even more.

But he was going to do it now, he'd end whatever the two of you were having today, he was sure of it.

He had invited you to watch a movie in the screen room at his house and he'd find a way to end it.

"I'm going to get more popcorn for us. Not too much salt and definitely no butter, I know you, Bruce." You smiled and left the room with the empty popcorn bucket. This weird feeling formed in his stomach, maybe it was the anxiety of it all. All of a sudden warm arms hugged him from behind putting the popcorn on the seat next to him, he automatically kissed your cheek making you smile

You sat back down as Bruce looked at you with drunken eyes, he took your hand that was in your lap and kissed the back of it.

He was going to do it.

"You make me really happy."

He was going to do it.

"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."

He--

The two of you were now kissing passionately.

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You were looking for Bruce in the middle of another party Gotham was hosting, with yet again many people making it even harder for you to find Bruce.

"Bruce!" You called out as you noticed he was walking towards an exit with a dark-haired young man, you walked through the crowd of people and finally made it to the exit.

"Bru--"

"Did you really not get anything, Bruce, we needed that information. Come on, you've been dating that girl for at least a month and she hasn't told you anything we can use against Carmine?"

Information? Use against my dad?

"What?" You whispered making the two look at you as Bruce's eyes widened, you scoffed and started walking away.

"Wait! Please, wait!" Bruce called out walking towards you, you stopped and turned around in anger.

"Where you using me, Bruce? I thought you cared and were genuinely interested in me! Was this shit all a lie?!" Tears threatened to fall from your eyes but you tried to resist the urge.

"Please let me explain--" But you didn't even let him finish, "Explain what, huh? How I was dumb enough to believe all the things that came out of your mouth? Or how I was stupid for even thinking you cared? Because I did! I cared about you and us, so much..." He looked at you with guilt in his eyes, he stepped forward then took a few more steps when he noticed you didn't step away.

"Please believe me now, I do care about you, and it was all true, all my emotions and all the things I said, all true. I made shitty decisions but none of it was fake." Bruce put his hand on your cheek , you looked at him for fe seconds, thinking.

You slowly put your hand on top of his hand that was resting on your cheek and pulled it away, toward his chest, pressing it there.

"Find someone else." You said turning around and walking away.

My dear

Please forgive me. I never meant to hurt you the way I did. I was a child and an idiot, but you have to know that I meant everything and you were one of the only people who treated me like a human, and I'll always be extremely thankful for that.

I care so much about you and I will never forgive myself for how much I hurt you, you might not even read this letter but I'm still giving it a try, for you, I'd always try.

You were right, I did lie, but only for the first minutes after that every emotion I felt was real, you are the most beautiful person I've ever met and I do care about you, in fact I love you.

Just know that you will always have a place in my heart and that I'll always be here in case you need me.

Bruce Wayne

You read the letter that was sent to your office, and after reading it front to back you left work immediately, got into your car and raced through Gotham.

As you stopped in front of Wayne Manor you didn't know what to do, so you started with the basic going to the door and ringing the door bell.

"Nice seeing you again, I wasn't aware Master Bruce was getting a visit, please come in." Alfred said after opening the front door.

"Master Bruce is in his studies." He whispered before leaving you alone, you sighed and started walking.

"Alfred I'm busy, for the last time I don't want tea." Bruce said as you opened the door, he was writing another letter with his hands between his head thinking in what to write.

"I'm not here for tea." You answered closing the door and walking towards his desk, he immediately looked at you with maybe hope or something else in his eyes.

"I got your letter," You said walking towards a bookshelf full of old books.

"What you did, was hurtful, but I get it, my father isn't the best man in the world. I love you too." Your voice was almost like a whisper as you turned your head towards him.

"I don't know if you meant it or not when you wrote it in your letter but it's fair for you to know." As your body fully turned towards Bruce you gasped bumping into Bruce, who had swiftly gotten up from his chair.

"I love you, and I promise you I won't ever lie to you again. Never." He said hugging your body while kissing you.

"Okay, I got it, no need for these many emotions. Keep up with your emotionless reputation." The two of you laughed.

[ist4rgirlo]

𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐬𝐨? : 𝐈𝐈

Summary: Growing up with the Conklins and the Fishers has been a wonderful experience for you; you feel as if you were a part of another family. Your days of stress as a child were over, well at least you thought that was the case not until you had to choose between your two childhood bestfriends, the one who did you wrong and the one who has been waiting his entire life for your decision.

Prev ; Next || Steven Conklin x fem!reader || My blog

Warnings: swearing, mentions of cheating. (lmk if i missed anything!)

Requested by: Anonymous

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Steven’s Pov

“Steven..” Conrad slurred, his eyes closed — he was leaning against the chair — decided earlier to move his seat down so he can lay down.

I looked at him for a moment before answering “What’s up?” I asked.

“Do you… do you think y/n hates me?” he said — I looked at him, and I saw him looking at the window — his brows furrowed.

I sighed, “Well, did you do something that’ll make her hate you?”

Conrad looked at me, moving his seat up. “Well, yeah. I think you already know what I did” he said, crossing his arms — slumped against the seat.

“There you go then, you answered your own question” I looked at him, nodding — smiling gently.

Conrad is a genuine guy, he's got his ups and downs, but he's a good guy. Sometimes people misunderstand him, but sometimes they're right. I guess you have to know him that well to see what he really is.

I heard him sniff “You know, I.. I never wanted her to hate me…” he paused “I shouldn’t have done that to her, she doesn’t deserve that kind of heartbreak, Steven. She’s… she’s too precious for that.” Conrad looked at me — his eyes filled with sadness, with guilt — he was disappointed in himself.

“But… still you did, Conrad” I looked back at him “We thought you guys had something special, everyone saw that. You both loved each other so much, everyone saw that in your eyes. I saw how much you loved her, you guys were inseparable” I said looking back at the road.

Conrad sighed “You know.. w-we never made things official?” he chuckled a little bit. In Conrad’s mind — he was questioning himself, asking himself why they didn’t make it official, why he never made it official.

“What? But you guys were all over each other. You would do things couples do, what do you mean you guy’s never made it official?” I looked at him — confused.

Conrad looked at me “We just never did? We never really talked about it” he said throwing his head back on his seat.

“But did you want to make it official?” I asked Conrad — he just at me and then nodded.

“She’s.. she’s worth it, Conrad. She’s literally the best girl we know, we both know that.” She is, she is worth it.

“You know... you should shoot your shot” I felt Conrad push my arm a little — I looked at him, and he smiled at me gently.

My face filled with confusion. “Wh-what are you talking about?” I felt my face heat up, I looked at myself through the rearview mirror, I was blushing.

“Oh come on, man! I know you can treat her better.. than I can.” Conrad smiled gently — pushing my shoulder before looking away, his smile faltering.

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Conrad’s Pov

It is painful to face the truth, and everyone knew it, even me. I tried my best to be a better person for her and I still try to be that person - I wanted her to forgive me, but I need to forgive myself first.

There is no denying that I love her, I truly do. It hurts me see her suffer. I regret cheating on her, I regret not putting a label between us, and I regret not talking to her to make it official, because trust me, I wanted to.

And Belly, she’s a great person friend — she never deserved any of this, she never deserved to be in the middle of this.

For goodness sake, I grew up with them and messed it all up, I messed up badly and I hate myself for it, my mom would hate me if she were still alive.

We finally arrived at where I am staying at. I hopped out of the car and Steven did the same thing. I walked towards the entrance of the hotel — with Steven right behind me.

He patted me on the back “Conrad man, about what you said earli-”

I turned back to him, smiling at him — shaking my head

“Hey, no worries. I know you can, you’re a great person man” I said walking closer — patting Steven’s arm.

“Are you sure?” Steven asked, looking at me. “Yeah, I mean you deserve her more than me, Steve.”

That was the truth, I knew that he does and he probably thinks the same thing.

Initially, my mom believed it was me and Y/N, but I guess I ruined everything, I never intended for things to get to this point - never wanted to hurt her this severely - never wanted to hurt them both, y/n & Belly.

But still, I did — because of how fucked up everything was. Everything just crashed down and I was drowning and I just didn’t know what I was doing anymore

Steven looked at me before asking “So, you’re just going to give up like that?” I looked back at him.

Am I giving up? I’d say no, If I can’t be better for y/n — Steven can be better for her. “No, I just want her to be happy,” I said before walking inside, leaving Steven confused.

I simply can’t hold her anymore and continue to hurt her. I had to let her go. Steven having her would make me more happy and relieved, because I know he will treat her much better. With him, she will be in safe hands.

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[macsimagines]

yo its me about the camgirl thing and uh could you do it for kisaki and kazutora?

I've been busy all day and week but THIS ask has been haunting me and i'm so happy to finally write it, thanks for sending it in I might do a part two IDK

TW: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, MINORS DNI, VOYERISM, NSFW, STALKING, MANIPULATION, DUBCON, KISAKI AND KAZUTORA ARE THEIR OWN WARNING, DADDY DOM,

Yandere! Kisaki Tetta

Met you IRL first, as an office worker doing part time. You were a very dedicated and kind person, you had that genuine charm about you that told him it wasn't just an act. You really did care.

He was confused because despite the many offers from many of the men in the office (that he owned) you never took an interest in any of them.

"I can take care of myself, I don't really need anyone to do it for me." Ya right. He payed his workers good, but not that good for a part-timer.

Then he did some research and dug up your true gig. The CAM GIRL persona you had was extremely popular, and that fact drove him INSANE.

He hated that this what you reduced yourself too. Revealing and demeaning yourself for the money... Still all the anger and shame in the world never stopped him from making his own account and dropping waaaaay too much money in your donation bin.

"Ooooo~! Another big donation from 'darkhero'! Thanks, Daddy! I'll put on a special show just for you~!"

He feels so sick and gross, but none of that stops him from pulling his cock out of his pants and moaning along with you during your show.

He buys out your private shows, buys you all the best toys and lingerie and then has you display them for him so he can makes sure his baby girl is having fun playing with all her new things.

"Da-daddy~! Its too much," you'll whimper out riding the new thrusting toy he got you, with the pretty pink plug vibrating in your ass. [You can take it, be good for daddy and keep going~] he'll type out, smirking to himself because he knows just how to break you in the best ways.

"You're honestly really good at this," you tell him one night after his private show, "I'm not just saying that. You'd make a good dom, ever think of making your own channel." and he likes hearing you be genuine with him. He knows what the truth sounds like coming from you.

[I only want to be your Daddy. No one elses, Kitten.] and he really like the way you smile at that. What he likes better is that you start to reach out to him first.

[Interested in a private show? I'll give you a discount?] Now that's too good, Kitten. He has you hooked on him just as badly as you have him hooked on you.

He indulges every time, god knows he has the capital to afford all the time you want to give and then some.

Kisaki is a possessive man though, and he can't take it anymore eventually. Sharing you with all these other unworthy and filthy people who only want your body. He knows you, the real you. No one else deserves you like he does.

Using his connections he has you account banned for something incredibly minor. But your site is completely doxxed, and soon you're running out of money.

Now you're working full time in Kisaki's main office. Where he can take care of you and keep an eye on you.

Yandere!Kazutora Hanemiya

Is completely infatuated with you. Found your camgirl page on a long lonely night. He hasn't gone on dates or even tried to pull women because he's too filled with guilt to even think about being happy with another person.

So he's just scrolling through and finds one of your videos, the stream is starting in like 5 seconds and he figures he'll just give it a shot and if he doesn't like it then he'll go to a different video, right?

Your profile picture is cute, and you're just his type. The video is a special freebie, so maybe it'll be a good one.

"Welcome home, Darling. Long day~?" you say on the other side of the screen, and Kazutora can't help but roll his eyes. It must be some type of roleplay, and he's honestly not trying to use too much of his imagination.

"The hell would you know?" he hisses ready to exit out when suddenly, "Aww don't be like that baby, I can make you feel all better," you promise almost like you could hear him. Like you were speaking directly to him... "I can make all the stress go away," you whisper trailing a finger along your exposed thigh. He really liked the nighty you had on....

Kazutora feels himself get hard a little too quick. Something about the airy way you make your promises and the just warm feeling filling his hollow chest has him so... enraptured by you.

"How's that?" he'll ask despite himself, and when you smile so sweetly at the camera (more like at the influx of donations you're receiving) he's pulling himself out of his sweats.

"Lean back, baby," you order, so gently that Kazutora actually does as you ask, feeling his tense shoulders go lax. He watches as you pull out a toy, smooth silicone that's no where near as large as him, and lick it up and down, "Does my mouth feel good, honey?"

And he almost grunts out a yes as he moves his hands up and down to simulate your own movements... It doesn't take long and he cums, but he doesn't stop. He just keeps going until the overstimulation borders on painful.

After that night he tunes in over and over and over again. Just to watch you, his darling that loves him and takes care of him. He's a huge donator on your channel, and he's always buying personal chows from you when you offer out slots.

He'd buy all the slots if it wasn't for that dumb one per person fucking rule. But he made multiple accounts, because he's your darling and you don't need to show off for others!!!

Kazu always asks for the same scenario, the house wife! You guys are already married, he's sure of it. And you're such a good wife, saying all the things he loves; "I love you so much, darling~! You make me feel soooo good," you moan out riding the dildo that he bought you. "I know you do baby," he'll whimper back, pumping his cock at the same pace your grinding on your toy, "Love you so much, sweetie. My baby, all mine."

This goes on for months. Not because he wants to only have you through the screen but because finding you took so much longer than it should've! Silly baby, used so many different security blocks that it made it hard for him to find you.

But when he did, he was so happy! He can finally take you home. Where you belong.

[miss0atae]

Random Thoughts about Let Free the Curse of Taekwondo (EP 3 - 4):

Sometimes, you think you're prepared to handle the angst and usually it turns out it's not really that easy. Let's say it was this way for me, with these two episodes. I knew from the start that the relationship between Do Hoe and Ju Yeong would be affected by something Do Hoe's dad would do, but I never quite imagine the domino effect it would have for the rest of the story. To be honest, I had to rewatch the part where everything went wrong because I wasn't sure I had quite understood what happened. I guess this part reinforces the sudden volte-face that you never quite imagined, neither the characters did. In the end, you just feel like Ju Yeong: confused and in a need of answers.

I guess I would be easy to have resentment for Do Hoe. I understand that he feels guilty in some way about what happened. He also maybe believes that avoiding Ju Yeong, being cold to him or keeping a distance with him, will be the right penitence for what happened... but it's not. He still feels guilty and that's shown when he met again Do Hoe at his father's funeral. When asked by Hyeon Ho if he is okay, he curtly answered "no, I'm not okay". I think Do Hoe hasn't been okay for 12 years now and it's a very long time to feel guilty. Harm was done by his notoriously abusive father to someone he cares for and Do Hoe feels like the blame fell at his feet. He is struggling with guilt and that made him not being able to do his exams and to cut any contact with Ju Yeong.

On the other hand, we have a very confused and lost Ju Yeong, who was beaten by Do Hoe's father because he wanted to "protect" him, in some way. In the end after this event, he was left with no contact, no way of talking or seeing Do Hoe. He never quite understood why. He deserves a valid explanation, but he was left with uncertainty. Uncertainty is everywhere and that's part of life. Yet, we all crave security and control over our life. By denying him a reason to explain his actions, Do Hoe made Ju Yeong feels fear and doubts. They can trap you in a downward spiral of "what-ifs". That's why he never really found his way, made strong bonds with others and he kept contact with Do Hoe's father, despite everything. In a way, he was looking for Do Hoe is every part of his life. It is shown in the scene where he rushed outside when it was snowing because snow is associated with Do Hoe and the good time they had together.

I guess it must have felt weird for some viewers about why Ju Yeong kept contact with Do Hoe's abusive father or why he cried during his funerals. I think it can be explained in several ways: first, it's a way of still being close to Do Hoe, even if Do Hoe is not present in his life. Secondly, it is the feeling of being wanted. Ju Yeong was adopted and never felt he had a place in his family, but even if Do Hoe's father is really abusive and despite the toxicity, it's worth it, just to feel wanted. Finally, and that's just a guess, alright, some people stay around toxic people because deep down, they believe they can't do any better and/or the abuse is a preferable alternative to being alone. By losing his coach in an accident, Ju Yeong lost an important person in his life. Even if this person was toxic and put him in this situation where he lost contact with the real most important person in his life: Do He. So yes, I understand why Ju Yeong stayed in touch with the coach and cried when he died. Of course, it also gave him the opportunity to see Do Hoe again, something he desperately wanted because he wants answers. That's why he is always asking him “Don't you have something to tell me?!”. I think the explanation may not be what's important, what he really wants is for Do Hoe to talk to him.

Recently, I read a post by @usertoxicyaoi about the loneliness of being queer as it is portrayed in Love in the Big City through Go Yeong's journey. I think it also works, in a way, with Ju Yeong. I will quote this post because I think it was so well-written: “It's such a relatable, universally felt loneliness that in particular queer adults feel. and yeah love is nice and all, and it was fleeting and a whirlwind and it came and it went. but that loneliness? Stayed.” I think it also relates well to what Ju Yeong must have felt during these 12 years where he was left with no real answers and the loss of someone he really loved and trusted. I hope that now, Do Hoe and Ju Yeong will be able to start their healing journey: one must free himself from feeling guilty over something he couldn't change and the other must be able to get free of the loneliness he thinks he deserves because of his past. I get that the series is called “let free the curse of Taekwondo”, but we all know it's not Taekwondo that is the curse and both have a different one. The idea is that maybe they are the cure for one another. I wouldn't say love is the only answer, but in a way, it's not only about romantic love, but also self-love. Both are the answer, in my view.

As you can see, I had so much to say about this series and it shows how great it’s for me. I can’t wait to see how they are both going to re-connect, heal and live this love again.

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“They’re sending me to Earth.”

The words sit between Alex and Henry, heavy and present, like there’s another person at the table with them. Alex’s mind tries to catch up with what Henry’s just said, but his expression is one of pure bewilderment. He reaches for Henry before remembering the guard monitoring their meeting, and thinks better of it. Last time he’d tried to touch his boyfriend he’d been physically escorted out and given a warning: if he did it again, he wouldn’t be able to continue visiting.

“I’m sorry, what?” Alex asks, his voice thick with the confusion that forms his brow into a little v of worry. He leans forward and clasps his hands in his lap, determined to keep his cool. “Earth is uninhabitable. That’s what they’ve always told us. They can’t just… Just because you’re a prisoner doesn’t mean you deserve to be sent to die!”

His last word rings out and Henry flinches away from it. The guard shoots Alex a furtive look but goes back to reading on his tablet, probably the latest news ping that held the report on the oxygen levels lowering, on how they’re running out of time and if the station can’t figure something out soon, there won’t be any hope. A whole civilization, snuffed out in space, another dying star in their own right.

“Research shows that after 100 years the Earth’s atmosphere should have corrected itself. They’re hoping this is the answer to the… the crisis.” Henry swallows thickly and looks away, then finally meets Alex’s gaze again. “My dad discovered the oxygen crisis. He wanted to tell the whole ship and that’s why they floated him. Now everyone knows anyway, and they’re trying to remediate it by sending us down as the test dummies. See if we can survive, if all of the radioactivity and poison is gone from the air.” Henry’s words are brittle with anger. He’d been arrested for being in alliance with his father, helping him crunch the numbers and uncover the ugly underbelly of secrets the Chancellor had been keeping from everyone. Henry’s father, an adult, was immediately killed, sent into space with no gear or oxygen to become a part of the universe again. Henry, being under 18 and still a child in the law’s eyes, became a prisoner to be re-evaluated on his 18th birthday.

It’s only days away, and he won’t even be on this ship to see it. He’ll spend his eighteenth birthday on Earth. And while he’s terrified to leave Alex and his mother and family behind, the thought of this new adventure… well. It kind of thrills him.

“Henry, you can’t go. What am I going to do? You’re going to die down there and I’m just going to have to sit here and live with that? You can’t go.”

“I don’t really have a choice, Alex,” Henry points out calmly. He understands why Alex is upset, but there’s nothing they can do now. The deed has been done. He’s going to Earth.

The guard stands from his chair and looks down at his watch. “Time’s up, you two. Out you go, Claremont-Diaz.” “Just like, five more minutes? Please?” Alex asks hopefully, and finally his hand reaches for Henry’s. When their fingers interlock he squeezes, and Henry feels tears prick at his eyes. He feels guilt for excitement for the upcoming journey to Earth, and a deep sadness over what he’s leaving behind. This has all happened so suddenly, they’d only told him he was going this morning.

“Sorry, no can do. You’re lucky your Ma is who she is and you even get to be here,” he points out. Most prisoners aren’t given any kind of visitation rights, but since Henry’s dad was one of the top scientists who kept this whole space ship up and running, and Alex’s mom’s position as a higher up in their shoddy government system, they’d gotten around it.

Henry can see the panic flickering across Alex’s face, and he squeezes his hand again, pulling Alex’s attention back to him. “Hey. Hey, Alex? It’s going to be ok. Look at me.” Alex’s dark eyes meet Henry’s, and Henry’s free hand comes to rest on his stubbled cheek. Alex’s chest rises and falls on his heavy breathing, and Henry knows he’s on the verge of a panic attack by how far off his gaze is. “It’s all going to be ok,” Henry says with a weak smile.

“Stay alive. Wait for me. I’ll be on the first ship out of this hell hole,” Alex mumbles softly. He lets out a sigh and presses their foreheads together, and the guard starts to say something, but Alex ignores him. If this is the last time he’s going to see Henry, he’s going to make it worth it.

The tears that welled in Henry’s eyes fall as Alex presses their lips together. It’s been months since he’s been kissed, and Henry melts into Alex, lets himself forget that this is maybe (probably) the last time they’ll touch like this. His fingers tangle in Alex’s hair as Alex’s hand rests on his waist, and for a moment they just exist, just the two of them, with nothing to split them apart.

But then Henry’s being wrenched back by his shoulder, and he curses as the guard fastens restraints around his wrists and forcefully pushes him back towards his cell.

“Wait for me!” Alex calls as another guard escorts him out. Henry loathes the desperation, the wetness on his face, this whole situation. It’s all shit. And now he’s got to go to Earth and fucking survive for Alex. He just has to make it long enough for them to be together again.

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Friendship’s not in the field manual. pt 2.

part 1

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x GN!Reader

warning(s): angst-ish.. COMFORT!!

a/n: massive apology for the delay I live in hell... probably grammar mistakes

Ghost firmly believed in isolating himself. Pushing anyone away who dared to get close. Attachments were only a recipe for disaster, especially in his line of work. It was easier if he knew there was no one he had to come back to. So he didn’t hate you. But he was afraid of getting attached.

It was his goal to stay as far away from you as possible, even if it meant you hated him. However, in a cruel twist, by attempting to shield you from harm, he had only hurt you.

He leaned against the building outside. The cold air nipped against his fingers, cigarette long forgotten, and too focused on the guilt that swarmed his head to care. An awful feeling that ate him from the inside out. You deserved an apology, but he sure as hell didn’t deserve forgiveness. He flicked the cigarette on the ground without a second glance and made his way to your quarters. A million thoughts ran through his head.

Simon Riley was not a man who felt nervous, years in the task force made it so. But standing there at your door? He wished the world would've swallowed him whole.

He wrapped 3 times on the wood. When he is met with silence, he knocks again.

He relaxes only slightly when he finally hears shuffling on the other side.

“I'm sorry, this isn’t really a good time right now.” You muttered, cracking the door open. “Can you come back la-“

You froze at the sight of your lieutenant standing right at your door.

The thought of slamming the door shut briefly crossed your mind, but you remained in place. You always hated how easily you froze up. How easily you cry. You felt weak, maybe you were. That’s probably why Ghost couldn’t stand you. He was there to reprimand you again for sure.

You were broken from your thoughts at the sound of Ghost’s voice.

“We need to talk.” He gestured towards your room. You nodded and moved to let him through.

“This morning,” he began.

Hot shame washed over you at the memory of that morning, you had just run away from him in tears.

“Yeah.” You looked down at the floor.

“The meeting, I missed it i know. It won’t happen again, sir.”

“That’s.. that’s not why I’m here, L/N.” He said, gently.

His eyes scanned you and immediately zeroed in on your bandages. Evidence of what transpired earlier, and your poor attempt to hide it.

“When?”

You could've lied, that would probably sound better than what really happened. But he’d know, plus what’s the harm? He already thought of you so little.

Picking at your nails, you barely muttered out an answer.

“This morning. Coffee.” It was all you could manage to say, the embarrassment of it all preventing you from speaking any further.

His brows furrowed.

“It doesn’t hurt. Not even that bad, I don’t know why I have these on. It’s…silly.” You lied, but admitting you needed bandages for a coffee burn to him was absolutely humiliating.

“Bad enough to leave a burn.” Ghosts said under a breath. He felt even shittier now.

You stared at him in confusion. It was like you were talking to a completely different person right now.

“Let me see it.” He took a step forward.

You held out your arm and watched in confusion as he carefully unwrapped the gauze.

“This is...” He started.

Your head nearly exploded when he began to rub your arm and gently trace the area of the burn.

“Um..LT?

“I'm sorry.” Ghost said suddenly. “For this morning. For everything.”

You could only blink.

“You don’t deserve this.” The guilt was etched onto his features.

“Sir that’s..,” your eyes watered. “Thank you, for that.”

It was damn near euphoric hearing that, like a weight was just lifted off your shoulders.

He reached out and thumbed away your tears.

“No tears love. Please.” He said, cupping your cheek. “I will make everything up to you. I promise.”

He took your hands and held them gently.

“Can you let me do that for you?”

“Sure LT. Think you owe me a coffee anyway.”

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Push or Pull

Wednesday x Kitsune!Reader

Part One|Part Two|Part Three|Part Four|Part Five|Part Six|Part Seven

Mayor Walker was dead.

This entire mess with the monster was getting out of hand in your opinion. At this point, you were ready to wash your hands of the situation. The falling rain was going to be your clean slate.

You couldn't help but glance at Wednesday. She fit well in the scene. Even with getting left behind while wounded, your heart seemed to still pull towards her. You hoped that you'd get over it soon.

With a final look, you follow the crowd as the ceremony ends. There was nothing more for you to do here but let the public mourn.

-----+++++-----

The rain finally let up, so you took some time to relax in the quad at night. No one was around at this time and for once, it was calm. You were laying on one of the many tables, staring at the night sky. Wisps of Foxfire float around as you practice your control of them. It was peaceful, at least until you felt a presence.

Wednesday was on her way to the Nightshade library when she saw you. The feeling of guilt, unfortunately becoming familiar, sprang up. With a sigh, she makes her way towards you. The only indication that you noticed was your hand dropping and dissipating the foxfire wisps.

"Can I help you, Addams?"

The goth hesitates for a moment, unsure of what to say.

"I... The monster is called a hyde."

"Finally, I know the name of the thing that almost killed me. Life is complete." You groan as you sit up, still aching from the battle.

"Almost. You held your own."

"Yeah, only because he ran off before he could finish the job." You whirl around to glare at Wednesday, the anger and hurt beginning to bubble over. "And you left me behind to tend to your normie boyfriend."

"He is not my boyfriend." Wednesday was getting frustrated. No one seemed to understand why she did these things. "And clearly you survived. But if you desire, I can do you a favor in return."

You throw your hands in the air. "That's not how that works, Addams! You use my favor. You invoked me using my boon, that bracelet. You don't get to owe me because this was me repaying you." Your face was inches from hers. "You basically threw me at that... That hyde like I was a chew toy for some mutt only to get thrown away once I was ripped apart."

Wednesday knew she deserved this anger towards her. But she didn't want to lose you as an asset. You were valuable to her and her plans. At least that's what she told herself. She just didn't know what to say.

"I'm done. I'm tired of whatever relationship we have being one sided. I was stupid to think you had any capacity to care."

Emotionally exhausted, you turned to walk away. All you wanted to do now was to stay in bed for the next three days. But Wednesday's voice stops you.

"... At the Rave'N, what did you say to me?"

"What?" You turned, confused.

"During your performance at the Rave'N. You came up to me and said something along with the song. What did it mean?"

Steps echo as you walk up to her. Like during the dance, you take her hand and bring it up to your neck. Your vulpine eyes flash as her fingers curl around your throat.

"Destroy me more."

The words brought an unexpected shiver up Wednesday's spine. The way your eyes stare into hers brought a heat that nearly suffocated her. However, it disappeared as soon as it had appeared. You stepped back, letting her hand fall from your person.

"It wasn't in the way that was implied, but I guess it did happen." A sigh escapes your lips as you walk away. "Good luck with your endeavors, Addams."

You hope that you could avoid Wednesday for the rest of the semester.

-----+++++-----

Yeah, Jericho didn't allow the pleasure of avoiding people. The town was far too small. You should've known that Wednesday would find her way in the Weathervane when you walked through the door. Your eyes meet and neither of you seem to want to look away. Slowly, you look away as you walk up to the counter, only to end up face to face with Tyler.

There's an awkward moment before the boy slowly slides out from behind the counter with a cup in hand to walk to Wednesday and her companion. You click your tongue as the other barista steps up to take your order with apologetic eyes.

You relay your order, unintentionally listening to the conversation happening near you. Learning a little bit more, you couldn't help but be curious about the investigation.

"Your father gave you explicit instructions not to be near me."

"Well, my dad isn't here and I'm on a break"

You would've gagged, but you didn't want to make your eavesdropping noticeable. You did feel eyes on you though you didn't look to see who.

"A hyde needs to be unlocked by someone. Its master."

Almost imperceptibly, your eyebrow twitches at the news. Two people were the unsubs, not just one. You add a last minute item to your order wanting to learn some more. You curse your curiosity sometimes. However, the sheriff walks in and interrupts the conversation.

With your order in hand, you had no excuse to stay anymore. You made to leave, but not without making your presence known. Moving between Tyler and Wednesday, you bump into the boy while handing the goth a cup. An order of a quad to-go.

"Your order, Addams. Now we're even."

You didn't elaborate. You didn't have to. Wednesday knew you were acting as a distraction to keep Sheriff Galpin from pushing too far into the conversation. With a turn and salute to the sheriff, you exit the shop.

So much for leaving Wednesday alone.

-----+++++-----

Frantic knocking pulled you out of your reading. Your roommate had just stepped out ten minutes ago so you knew it wasn't her. Opening the door revealed a frazzled Wednesday to your surprise. She barges in and begins pacing.

"Yes, come on in, Addams..." You say sardonically. "So great to see you..."

You watch as she paces, muttering to herself. With a roll of your eyes, you sit on your bed and wait for the girl to address why she was here.

Eventually, Wednesday stops and looks at you. A quirk of your eyebrow gives her the signal to begin.

"Tyler is the hyde."

You furrow your brows in confusion.

"Wait, I thought Xavier was the hyde. I heard all about the arrest."

"While the evidence did seem to lead to him, I was... Wrong." It seemed to hurt her to say that. "I intend to rectify that mistake."

"So," you start. "How did you find out about Tyler?"

She hesitates, unable to meet your eyes.

"I got a vision after I... Kissed him."

You nod. "Ah..." It seems your heart was capable of breaking even more. You let a mask form to hide the sudden pain.

"What are you doing here, then? Why come to me?"

"I need your cunning. I have a plan to confront Tyler and make him confess his sins."

You cross your arms and lean back. "So you just need your asset back." With a scoff and shake of your head, you get up and move towards the door to let Wednesday out. "I'm not a tool to be used. I won't subject myself to-"

Wednesday suddenly grabs the back of your shirt and pulls you back. Her surprising strength yanking you back into your bed. As soon as you reorient yourself, you find that the goth was looming over you.

"I almost lost Thing to this investigation." The emotion on her face struck you dumb. "I refuse to let another person I care for get hurt. So please," her hands grip your shoulders. "Please help me."

Her words baffled you. Taking a moment to collect your thoughts, you finally make your decision.

"What do you have in mind, Wednesday?"

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"We can't stay here all night, you know."

You do know—hardly need a reminder, in fact. 

Yeosang's car is still parked out front next to the street, his usual spot, and it is oh so telling of his comfort in remaining precisely where you left him even after the catastrophe that was your engagements earlier in the evening. Part of you wishes him to be the type to go out after you, attempt to come find you, call and text and worry himself sick about where it is that you've run off to because of him; he never has been that person though. Always perfectly happy to allow you your space when it's obvious that you need it.

The healthy option, not always the one that in some strange way we crave. To be chased, to be wanted, to be obsessed over. 

That was never your husband.

You take another hard sip from the open container of whiskey that Seonghwa has so kindly risked legal disaster over, close it up and push it back into the glove box just in front of you before slumping back down into the passenger seat of his car.

"He's probably worried."

You know he isn't. It's not something worth arguing over, though you can't help the amused huff that escapes your lungs at the mere mention of something so absurd. I wish, you think to yourself.

Truth is, you're precisely where Yeosang likely assumes you to be—off with Seonghwa, doing God knows what that your husband seems to hold with such contempt. 

But that isn't the only place you've been tonight, and something about that perfectly kept secret feels like a knife held to the back of the man that you love so dearly, not yet carving its way in; something dastardly that only you know of.

"I know, I'm going," you sigh, unbuckling your seatbelt and finally going through the motions to exit the vehicle. "What are you doing tomorrow?"

"Pretty bogged down with work for the next couple of weeks, so try not to have anymore marital disasters, it'll be difficult managing that on top of everything else."

You flash Seonghwa a thin-lipped smile, straight across and the most you can muster up, but he offers you the same as well as a soft tap of his hand atop your thigh.

"It's gonna be okay, you guys are gonna get through this, alright?"

"I just," you pause, dumbfounded by it all over again as you think it through for the umpteenth time tonight. "Why now? Why a baby now?"

Seonghwa shrugs. "He probably feels like he's losing you. The distance is difficult on him, too, it's not a good way of going about it but he probably thinks it'll keep you together."

Silence passes between the two of you after that—the darkness of night blanketing the car save for one overhead streetlamp still a good amount of distance away, barely offering any illumination to where it is that the both of you sit.

"Can I ask you something?"

The question comes suddenly, piques your interest and has you turning your full attention towards your friend as you gather your belongings with intention of leaving him. Seonghwa's eyes don't meet your own, however—almost as if harboring guilt for what it is that he's about to say.

"Do you want to have a baby?"

Pushing down the desire to immediately combat the question—anger, confusion, shock—all feelings that are the quickest to bubble up. You set them to the side and instead choose to engage in the topic honestly, because it's what Seonghwa deserves after years of friendship, and in being so perceptive.

"I used to."

"But you don't anymore."

You pause, swallowing hard because in so many ways, all of the options presented before you feel wrong in some facet. Nothing feels completely, perfectly as it should be.

"Not right now," you say with a small shake of your head. "Not like this, not with him gone so much."

"You have to tell him."

"I have—" 

"Not that it's because of his job, not that he's not around enough. You have to tell him you don't want to have a baby anymore and then take the conversation from there." Seonghwa finally glances up at you again, then raises a hand to turn on the ignition to the car. "He's not going to get it otherwise."

"Yeah." The response from you is bland, lifeless. You push open the door and sling one leg out in preparation to leave.

"Babe."

Startling awake in the darkness of your bedroom and the warmth of your bed, it takes you a few seconds to really come into consciousness—realize that someone is the reason that you're no longer asleep—and as you turn to face where the edge of your side of the bed awaits, you feel the disappearance of your husband's touch from your side.

"I have to go," Yeosang says, a whisper in the still of night. "I got called in."

"Now?" you ask, though that has already been answered for you and you realize as much just a moment after the words escape from you. Instead, you sit up in bed and reach out for him. "When are you coming back?"

Yeosang sits at the edge of the bed, wraps strong arms around your shoulders and head to cradle your form against him.

"I won't be long, just a couple of days this time. Probably back by Friday."

You don't reply, instead allowing yourself to be held by him in silence—your mind swimming with the events from the night prior—displeased with this being the way that everything is coming to a conclusion. You've not spoken of it, not settled it; and now you wonder if there's any reason to bring it up by the time the end of the week rolls around and your husband returns home.

A statute of limitations.

At the same time, there is a sort of relief in Yeosang being gone for a few days. He calls infrequently on account of the workload, and as a byproduct of that, any such conversations in relation to the topic that you wish not to revisit are to be held off on for the foreseeable future. Time for your mind to spend time elsewhere; lunch with a friend from the Akademiya later in the week, and beyond that, Aurelia can still use some tending towards the smaller details.

"I love you," you whisper.

"I love you." Yeosang kisses the top of your head.

And just like that, he's gone once more. You are alone.

The following few days go by in a flash, and without much to report. For that, you are thankful.

Students from the Akademiya come and go at their leisure—typical of the school year—during the weekdays, the halls and rooms are often bustling with movement between people with arms full of books, fabrics, or props in order to bring whatever it is that they're constructing finally come to life before their eyes. Many of them are talented; young, budding prospects with so much ahead of them as far as their craft and career. It reminds you much of yourself back in college and even before, when the arts were still very much a part of your own life, rather than something that you have long since pushed aside in order to accommodate others in their own.

Around five in the afternoon is when the trickle finally begins to see its end. The last few overachievers finally calling it quits for the day and putting the final touches in place so that they can return to it the next day. Chairs strewn together and costumes laid out across them—string lights attached to ladders for added ambiance to a scene—you remind one of them to turn them off before they rush out, having forgotten the fact entirely in the whirlwind of wanting to catch up to their peers.

You remember what it's like to be them, and hell, sometimes you even miss it. A chapter of your life that has never really felt finished, just placed to the side because other things have since taken precedence. A husband, Aurelia; a new, more grown up chapter of your life.

That's what Yeosang would call it anyway.

With the students gone, you settle in for your next task; traversing the grounds to pick up after them for any food items forgotten that may attract bugs or rodents, dangers such as left out scissors, knives, pins. Easy to lose track of, you don't blame them. It gives you something to do to pass the time that isn't answering emails or sorting through paperwork in relation to all of the structural damage that the site still needs tending to in the next upcoming months.

When you make your way back into the main hall of the building, you turn to head towards the office, but just before you take the first step that way, the cracked open doors of one of the smaller theater rooms—and one you've recently visited before—catches your eye with an earnest curiosity.

Because as far as you know, everyone has left the premises except for you.

There's hesitancy, because you already believe yourself to know who it is that resides on the other side of them, but the crack in the door serves as some sort of beckoning towards you that you find difficult to shake. An invitation, of sorts.

Are you being invited? 

You glance around yourself, but no one else is around. A few careful steps towards the door later and you're peeking inside ever so slightly, as if concerned about stumbling upon something that is not for your eyes, as if everything that happens in this building isn't your business in some way.

But you do find exactly who it is that you anticipate seeing, and his attention pulls to you just as instantaneously.

"Nosy."

Pushing the door open into a wider crack to fit yourself through, you slowly carry yourself down the walkway and past the numerous rows of seats towards Hongjoong as he stands hunched over in front of one of them, hands busy at work.

"I don't think it counts as being nosy when it's my job to know everything that happens in here anyway."

He doesn't reply, keeps working. You stop just beside him and look down at the pile of jumbled, white fabric that lie sprawled out across a couple of the chairs.

"You're always here late," you say.

"I always have work to do."

"For someone who struggles to find the will to graduate, you sure are always busy working."

Hongjoong glances up from the pile at that, but only for a second before he goes back to tending to it. "Anything else?"

You don't mean to frustrate him more than he already seems to be, but the banter that typically carries on between you is evidently not appreciated right now. You apologize, even take a step back to create some space, but it appears to only upset him more as he stands straight with a disgruntled sigh—a slow blink up towards the ceiling before his gaze falls to you once again.

"Sorry, I just—" Hongjoong lazily gestures to the pile. "I need to get this done and I can't find the fucking dress form. Someone must have found it and taken it for their own project."

"I probably have another one somewhere in the basement," you say. "I promise you won't have to go this whole school year sharing one dress form among however many students."

"Sounds like we're going to be here all night while you try and locate it if it's just somewhere in the basement."

Not far from the truth, but before you have a chance to protest any further, Hongjoong's hand is gripping at your wrist and pulling you closer toward himself once again. There's a stumble to your step as a result of the abruptness, but more than that, you aren't particularly fond of the ease in which he seems willing to put his hands on you.

"Wanna do me a favor?"

The words drop from his mouth barely above a whisper, and within the tone lies that specific kind of devilishness from him that you've grown far too aware of in the very short amount of time that the two of you have known one another. 

And worse than that even, his hand still lies locked around your wrist.

"I just need to get a couple of pins in this garment last minute, and it would be such a help if—" Hongjoong's words trail off, but that very same devious hand travels up your arm and instead settles at the nape of your neck. Fingertips brushing lightly against the small hairs and the warm flesh there before pretending as though there were never there at all and settling into the collar of your coat—as intended. "You could let me use you."

Between the light touches and the final words falling from his mouth, narrow eyes locked onto your own and a shiver that threatens to snake up your spine as a result of it, you fight it back. Everything. Ignoring the way that beneath your coat lies goosebumps all across your skin, and how fiery hot his eyes feel on you when he does this. As if you're the only person in the world, perhaps the only two people in the world right now, in this moment. 

Throat dry and heart beating hard against your chest, your lips part to speak finally but Hongjoong follows himself up faster than you're able to gather yourself. You're somewhat thankful for that, at least.

"I mean, let me use you as a dress form, obviously."

You finally swallow, attempt to shake off the nervousness that has no business being there to begin with. "I don't think that's a good idea, surely the measurements wouldn't even be accurate."

Hongjoong grins, one corner of his lips curling upwards. Somehow, you've landed yourself in a game with him and you never even saw it coming.

"The exact measurements for what I need aren't important, it's just for some detailing that I need to check to see how it looks on an actual body."

His hand slips down from your neck then, down your back and to the small of it—lingers there for just a moment before finally pulling from you entirely. "But if you're uncomfortable with it, that's okay. I can find some time to do it tomorrow—"

"No, it's fine," you say, against your better judgement. "We're already here so we might as well. I'd like to help."

You ignore the part of you that understands the lie that dwells intertwined somewhere beneath the innocence of your own words.

But when Hongjoong's hands come up again to shift beneath your coat and help you shrug the fabric from your body, you can't help but watch him as he does it. His eyes never meet your own from where he stands in front of you as he casually undresses you like this, and though you find yourself completely lost in the moment—willing to allow for your belongings to fall to the floor behind you in an effort to not extract your sight for even a second—Hongjoong isn't, taking your coat into his hands and folding it thoughtfully onto one of the backs of the chairs just beside you.

Only then do his eyes meet yours. A silent lingering that comes and then goes in an instant to you, but you find yourself quietly seeking more.

"I'm just going to wrap this around you, you don't have to do anything," Hongjoong says, reaching down for the garment as if nothing out of the ordinary is even taking place. Suppose that for him, it isn't, but you find that hard to believe.

Surely, you're not the only one aware of the heaviness. The weighted air of the room between you two. 

Something that you have no business paying any mind to, either. It's nothing, would never be anything, could never be anything for a plethora of reasons. 

But for whatever reason, Hongjoong seems to find himself gravitating towards you especially, and you find yourself finding more and more willingness with each and every passing day to give in to the pull of him. 

Harmless. It's harmless. Like flirting with the pool boy, or letting the nice guy at the bar buy you a drink when you're out with your girl friends. Nothing ever actually comes of these situations except for a reinvigorated sense of self. That you've still got it, that you're still alive.

That you're more than the potential children that you can provide.

Hongjoong's hands are skilled and his movements purposeful as he wraps the fabric around your torso. The occasional pause—a pin—then back to work until the entirety of the garment is draped over your body with such an easy elegance. Hongjoong slips behind you for the final touches, pulls it taut, but you can feel him attempting to maneuver your shirt in a way that doesn't obstruct the rest of what it is that he is trying to accomplish. He doesn't say anything at first, but you can tell something is wrong, so you take it upon yourself with a quick, worried glance over your shoulder.

"What's wrong?"

He chuckles under his breath at first, crouched down when you ask but then coming back up to standing and meeting your eyes from over your shoulder. "I don't think you're going to like it."

But before you have a chance to answer verbally, the feeling of his fingertips is felt on the flesh of your back and beneath your shirt—bare, skin on skin—light as a feather as it trails slowly up your spine and pulls your shirt up along with him.

You feel his presence closer then, less space between your bodies; and when he speaks, the warmth of his breath tickles at the shell of your ear.

"Is it okay," he starts, a whisper. Still touching you. "To take your shirt off? It's in the way."

Hands coming up to the buttons of the front of your blouse as if with no free will of your own—one button, two buttons—all of them undone by your own hand and it is discarded, this time, to the floor.

"Thanks."

You don't respond, unsure of your ability to fight against the tremble in your voice if you were to try. Hongjoong continues his work at your back while you hold the garment in place to keep you covered at your front.

You shouldn't be here. You shouldn't be doing this. Your resolve runs out in an instant.

"Are you almost finished?" you ask, quickly. To the point. 

Hongjoong's hands still momentarily before getting back to work, surprised by the protest, no doubt.

"Husband going to be upset?"

You laugh, almost too loudly given how apt the question is. Really, you're laughing at yourself.

"He wouldn't be pleased, I'm sure."

Hongjoong pulls another bit of fabric firmer at your back. "Did you two work things out the last time?"

"I'm still married, if that's what you're asking," you snap at him, not meaning to, but perhaps necessary all the same.

Silence falls between the both of you, and he continues to work for only a few seconds more before stopping and removing his hands from your form entirely. You lose awareness of his proximity to you for a short time—until you feel him closely imposing upon you from behind all over again, just like before. Mouth mere inches from the crook of your neck as he speaks.

"You need to get out more, you're way too on edge."

"And who do you suggest I get out more with?" you question, still a hanging bite to your tone.

"I'm guessing you could have just about anything you want," he answers, airy and suggestive with no intention of holding back for misinterpretation. "Just depends on what, exactly, you want. Doesn't it?"

The combination of his warm breath on your skin, Hongjoong's alluring words intended to entice you—you'd suspected him to have taken something of a liking to you—perhaps in passing, just something pretty to keep his eye on in the halls when boredom otherwise takes him. This, however, you were not anticipating.

It sets your nerves on fire beneath your skin to feel such a devout and tantalizing interest in you. No long work trips that leave you wanting and missing, no conversations of babies and settling down; in split second moments like this one, with Hongjoong, all that exists is the fact that he wants you. Desires you. 

And that by itself is enough to have you shivering where you stand, ignoring the dull thrum of arousal that makes itself known in spite of everything.

"I should go—"

You say the words, hardly mean them. The angel and the devil sitting equal on each shoulder, but tonight, the angel wins.

Hongjoong is already finishing making his marks and unpinning the garment before you've even gotten the chance to finish the sentence, however. Must not have noticed him working to do so, must have been lost in thoughts that you don't particularly need to be giving time or space to, anyway.

The fabric falls from you and you're fast to turn and attempt to locate your shirt, Hongjoong is just as quick though—already having it in his hands by the time you turn around to face him and put it back on your body.

Your eyes meet as you dress yourself once more, and slowly buttoning the shirt, you anticipate his eyes to fall just a bit lower to take in the sights—but as if not wanting to until shared with him solely for the purpose of being for his eyes—Hongjoong never glances down, not even for a second. 

His gaze into yours feels almost filthier, and the perked up corner of his lip tells a similar tale of thoughts that doubtlessly run through his mind.

When the final button is done, you reach down swiftly to grab at your coat and begin to put that on as well.

You inhale sharply with intent. "I might not be a staff member of the Akademiya but I work closely enough in affiliation that it's ill-advised to fraternize with the students." You give pause, wait to see if he has anything to say on the matter thus far. He does not. "I'm a happily married woman, and as if those aren't enough of a reason; aren't you a bit young for me."

It's not a question, rather a statement. It only makes Hongjoong's grin widen, however.

"How old are you?"

You roll your eyes, because this is hardly the point. "Thirty. I just turned thirty. Now, if you don't mind, I have more work to tend to. Please clean up after yourself before you head out for the night."

Shuffling off and back up towards the door, you can't run, it would make it too uncomfortable. But you want to. You want to run out of there and never look back.

Hand on the large doorknob, you pull it open once more. The words ring so sharply through your ears that it gives you pause for a moment, but still—you've got to escape.

From down the way and with garment still in hand, Hongjoong smiles up at your back, because you don't have the will to face him any further. Because God forbid you do.

"Happy birthday."

The next day, you have a date down at the Akademiya.

Much needed, because the less time you spend at Aurelia, the better. Your husband is slated to arrive back home tomorrow, and you can't imagine what you could need more than the loving embrace of the man that you love.

And a cold shower, but you've already taken it upon yourself to indulge that.

Of course, staying away from the theaters halls is far from a reasonable fix. You work there, it's your job to be around and manage the grounds—being of aid to the students, as well. It really shouldn't matter if one of them has taken a particular interest in you, and it certainly shouldn't be having you indulging in a brief fantasy of what if, as you've been from time to time since last night.

Something about the way that Hongjoong looks at you, talks to you. It makes you feel drunk with power, with desirability.

"Don't be jealous, you're still my favorite."

You've not stopped thinking about those words since he said them at the jazz bar.

Thinking, maybe even allowing yourself a fantasy now and then is one thing—permissible, even. It's been seven years with Yeosang, and now that you think about it as you walk the stoned walkway of the green courtyard towards your destination, besides him, the last man that you'd felt the touch of having been Seonghwa.

Much along the lines of the same topic: the touching has to stop. Trading knowing glances between adults who, if circumstances were different, might find themselves physically engaged with one another is one thing, but once acknowledged, you understand well enough the difficultly in maintaining necessary boundaries if even one is broken.

You reach the tall, glass doors to the on-campus cafe and open them. Met with the scent of fresh bread, meats and coffee, you step inside with a careful glance and find your friend easily as he casually sits just beside the door for easy locating.

"Hey!" he says, chipper. Standing quickly and greeting you with a hug. The both of you sit across from one another, he smiles. "Feels like it's been forever since we met, though I suppose that's how it goes during break."

Jeong Yunho. Used-to-be arts related professor now happily engaging in biology, instead. Perfectly laid brown hair and nicely pressed matching dress wear.

The guy that ultimately talked you out of selling Aurelia back when Yeosang first pushed for it a few years back. Said you would regret it if you did. You believe him to have been right.

"What have you been up to? How's the theater?" he asks, mug pressed to his lips.

"You would know if you ever came around," you joke back, picking a fry from his plate and taking it for yourself. "Pretty much the same as always."

"I know, I'm sorry, I've been busy with curricular planning, didn't do as much as I probably should have over the break—"

"So none."

Yunho snorts a laugh into his drink, shrugs as if he's been caught in the lie blatantly. "Okay, yes. I promise I'll try to sneak by in the new couple of weeks. How is the new batch of students?"

You're halfway into taking a sip from a bottle of water—eyes meeting his for a second but it's telling enough of the fact that yeah, there's something to be said in relation to that—and Yunho must not be expecting such a tell because he physically reels at the sight of it.

"What?"

You screw the cap back on the bottle and sigh, leaning forward across the table just a bit more so that you're able to lower your voice a touch. "There's a student that has taken something of a liking to me, I think."

But most shocking of all is Yunho's lack of surprise given this information. His lips thin into a line, leans back against his chair and folds his arms over his chest instead. A beat of quiet—nothing more than the noisy muttering around you from a busy cafe—passes between the two of you before he finally speaks up.

"Who?"

Discomfort creeps up beneath your skin, expecting this conversation to go lightly, differently—not anticipating feeling as if you're under so much scrutiny. 

"Uh, costuming major, Kim—" 

"Kim Hongjoong."

Now you're the one reeling, eyebrows tightly fitting together. "Yeah. Wait, what do you know about him?"

"Not a lot, which is sort of the problem." Yunho leans in towards you again, drops his voice to something more quiet and kept between the two of you. "You know I'm friends with the woman working in admissions—"

"You're sleeping with her, just say that."

"Okay, focus," Yunho huffs a laugh. "I don't know what Hongjoong told you about his past schooling misadventures, but the thing that's particularly suspicious about it all isn't the fact that he can't seem to graduate. A lot of people can't graduate, or even transfer schools, that's not what's strange."

"Then what is it?"

"Nearly his entire record is sealed."

Yunho leans back again, pops his eyebrows up in a silent see? told you, that has you silently mulling over everything it is that the man has ever told you—not that it's much. Hongjoong doesn't talk about himself, in fact, the majority of the time spent with him, he's talking about you. 

Now you sort of wonder why that is.

"It might not mean anything, but it could. It's certainly bizarre. I haven't looked it over myself, nor can I even really get a hold of his permanent record with ease, but from what she told me a lot of it is redacted. Whole years just wiped from the slate."

You blink a few times, let the words sink in. Yunho knows you too well, kicks your leg lightly from under the table to gain your attention again.

"I know he's a student, so there's only so much that you can do, but if you want my advice? I'd steer clear of that one. Seems like he's going to be a problem if he can sink his teeth into something."

Hongjoong, a problem. It seems so far from the realm of possibility given what you know about the guy. He's nice enough, kindly mannered, and mostly just tends to himself. 

Except when it comes to you.

"What do you think he could be...after?" you ask, unsure of the wording of the question yourself.

Yunho shrugs. "No idea, and I don't particularly think that we should try to find out. Be kind, be cordial, do what you have to do to get him his degree finally and lets get him the fuck out of the Akademiya before he does who knows what."

You take another sip of water.

"Do you think you can get his record unsealed?"

He pouts in thought, a cute habit of his that you're fond of. Unfitting of the gravity of the discussion but appreciated nonetheless. "It would take some time, for sure."

Your phone vibrates then—Yeosang calling—and you bid Yunho farewell in order to take it. Darting up and twisting towards the door, Yunho calls out to you one last time before you're able to slip through, and away altogether.

"Why do you want to know?"

The vibration of your husband's phone call tingling like needles within your grasp.

"Curious," you say. Not really a lie. You force out a small laugh. "Want to know what I'm up against."

Alarmingly true. 

"Hello beloved, I've missed you."

a/n: a certain akademiya student is becoming a problemmmmmm a problem of carnal wanting...well, carnal curiosity? 🤔 well, i'm sure it will be fine 🤣

[klanceogies]

klance existing in a space war is soooo good cause they're the most selfless motherfuckers on this entire fucking universe ever. they would die for who they love in a heartbeat it's not even funny.

like imagine there is a life or death situation, one of them has to stay behind to buy the other time to escape and give them a chance of survival. they would both turn to each other and would tell the other that they're the one staying. they argue and it's desperate and messy and they've never been more terrified in their lives, but mostly for the other. in marriage they say until death do us part but they've been this devoted much much earlier. after fighting gor years in an ingergalactic war, they've accepted that they might die at any moment, during any mission, in any planet. but trying to accept the other dying is just soul crushing. because he's too good to die and if there is anyone who deserves to live is him. and they both have this train of thought until then. until they're face to face with the unevitable.

(more under cut this cause it was just a ramble and then i ended up kinda going insane????)

they're both determined to stay. when lance realizes that keith won't budge, and he is probably the most stubborn person in the universe, he says "fine." keith is relieved for a split second, but lance isn't done, "but i'm staying with you." and he has this look on his face. it's the same look he gets when they're entering on the battlefield for a serious mission. it's the same look he gets when tasked with shooting a tricky target. it's pure determination.

keith's gaze snaps back to lance's face, brows furrowed. "what? no! you're not- just one of us can be saved. voltron needs five people. you have to go, lance. you have to live."

""voltron needs five people"" lance scoffs. "this isn't a math problem, keith! you, out of everyone in this universe should know this. and if this is all about saving the universe or whatever then you are the one who should go! you're objectively the best pilot, the best soldier, the best leader to put an end to all of this. voltron needs you. the universe needs you."

"i'm not-"

"but i know you. i know you're going to dismiss everything i just said because you're stupidly humble when you're not trying one-up me. and i know that you're not changing your mind no matter what i say. so if you already decided to be so goddamn stupid and stubborn then i'm not leaving you behind either! i just can't leave you behind." then, quieter, "i don't think i could live with myself if i did."

keith shakes his head. he scoffs and blinks back tears, with a disbelieving, desperate smile on his face. he thinks he is losing his mind. "lance, this isn't logical. you-"

"since when do you even try being logical before doing something?!"

keith grits his teeth together. this isn't how this is supposed to end. how they're supposed to end. "since there was the chance of you surviving this to go back home alive and well and see your family and you're not taking it!"

lance inhales sharply. speechless, the first tear falls.

keith sighs, "i don't have anyone to go back to, lance. you do. you can go and move on and live and be happy."

"move on," lance repeats flatly. it's his turn to look at keith with confusion, as if he had grown a second head. "after leaving you behind," he asks, more like a statement.

"one day!" keith holds lance's shoulder, in a motion as to shake him awake. he needs lance to believe this. "one day so much time will have passed that i'm just gonna be a funny memory of some guy who was old annoying rival-teammate."

lance keeps looking at him. he shakes his head, almost imperceptibly. his cheeks are painted with tears. keith seizes his opportunity.

"please," his voice cracks. "please lance, if you can't do it for yourself do it for your family."

keith is suddenly plunged into the frozen waters of guilt with the thought that he was the one to cause the pain that is painted on lance's face.

"you're an idiot to think i could ever move on from this."

*from you* goes unsaid. it is spoken through lance's warm lips on his.

keith doesn't close his eyes; it's over before he can even register it. the slight taste of blood and salty tears and the feel of bitten but soft lips. lance's hand cradles his face as his eyes scan over his face, as if to keep it in memory. keith is left stunned, speechless.

"goodbye, keith," lance mutters.

keith looks at him. really looks at him. he opens his mouth, with so much to say and nothing at all. he hopes his eyes show how much he means, how much he feels. his only reassurance is lance's last small smile. it's fond and bittersweet.

suddenly, laser shots can be heard in the distance, and lance's hand falls from his cheek. keith snaps out of his trance as lance walks away hurriedly. he's wiping his face with the back of one hand, readjusting the grip on his bayard with the other. keith still looks at the empty hallway long after lance has turned the corner.

once again, keith is alone, with the shots getting louder and louder with every tick. lance left, and keith is going to die, and keith didn't tell him he loves him. he doesn't know if saying it would change something. if he would stay. maybe out of pity. maybe out of fear that keith is only doing this because he is blinded by love or something stupid. maybe out of love too.

for the first time since they've gotten into this ridiculous situation, keith allows himself to cry. it's silent, and it isn't messy, however. there still is one last mission to complete. perhaps, he thinks, the most important mission of his life.

he squeezes his eyes together. then, he picks up his bayard and leaves the hiding spot. with a deep breath, he rises his shield and channels all the anger that built up inside of him. he hates the galra, even if he is one of them himself. he hates the galaxy garrisson officials and all the people who underestimated him. he hates voltron for choosing his friends and taking them away from their families. he hates this stupid war for taking everything from so many. he hates the stupid empire for making lance choose.

he starts walking to the opposite side of the corridor and into the darkness.

that's it i feel like i just passed out and when i woke up i had written this monstrosity even though i have never written like ever. this was supposed to be just a ramble so yeah it's messy but idc i just had to share my demons.

i also wrote this:

"and this is when lance is selfish. he is so goddamn selfish because he turns around." so yeah. lance goes back. and they survive this unlikely situation and get together and kiss yes because in my mind klance can never have a sad ending ever in the world so

[slytherheign]

THE WAY I LOVED YOU | max verstappen

PART 3/4 OF BROKEN GLASS AND HONEY SERIES.

CAN ALSO BE READ AS A ONE-SHOT.

PAIRINGS: ex!max verstappen x fem!reader, daniel ricciardo x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

SUMMARY: you're with someone new now, but memories of the past still haunt you relentlessly.

WARNINGS: feelings of hurt and guilt, mentions of an unhealthy relationship, and allusion to sex. let me know if i missed any warnings. [⚠︎︎RATING: 16+]

AUTHOR'S NOTE: inspired by taylor swift's song with the same title. reader's choice is made in this one. sorry in advance for hurting y'all but trust me all will be well in the last part.

DESTINATION: Angst Avenue | GO TO SERIES MASTERLIST or GO BACK TO THE STATION.

Those two sets of three little words.

I miss you. 

I love you.

And you swore your heart jumped and your world stopped again.

How did you end up here? You thought you were past this. 

You were with Daniel now, someone who cared and loved you wholeheartedly. He was wonderful, and he deserved all of your affection. But, truth be told, there were times when your mind wandered off to a place you wished it wouldn't.

Memories, like fragments of a broken mirror, haunted you relentlessly. The laughter you shared with Max, your late-night conversations, the way he looked at you... It was all so beautiful, so genuine. And now, you felt guilty for even acknowledging those memories.

But love wasn't something that faded easily, was it? It lingered, hidden in the darkest corners of your soul, reminding you of what was once pure and electric. It was as if you were two puzzle pieces, fitting perfectly together. But life had different plans, and the road you walked upon veered in opposite directions.

You wished you could erase the unwanted emotions, and replace them with unwavering loyalty and devotion. But the heart was a complicated thing, a labyrinth of contradictions. It was telling you to stay committed, to cherish what you have. Yet, it whispered Max's name when you least expected it, tugging at your heartstrings with every beat.

You couldn't help but question yourself. Were you being unfair to Daniel? To your relationship? How could you truly be present when scattered fragments of your heart remained entwined with someone from the past?

But there was a reason why the heart was situated on the left side of our bodies.

It was because it was not always right.

Max told you to use your brain, and that was what you needed to do.

You needed to confront the residual emotions, for the sake of both your present and your future. It wouldn’t be easy, but it was necessary. You owed it to Daniel, to yourself, and to love itself.

6 MONTHS LATER.

You couldn’t ask for anything better.

Daniel Ricciardo was the embodiment of peace and the personification of sunshine. He gave the biggest smile a person could ever see—the type that once was shown to you, your mouth would automatically mirror his.

He was a sensible man—an incredible feat he had that made all your single friends jealous of you and your relationship. He was the special someone you would dream about every night.

“You look beautiful tonight,” he said, opening the door for you as you entered his car. You wore a gorgeous dark blue velvet dress that highlighted the shape of your body. “Thank you,” you replied, feeling… perfectly fine.

You watched him walk around the car until he settled on the driver’s seat and locked the door. He glanced at you with that contagious smile of his. You looked at him. “What?” you chuckled.

“Nothing,” he shrugged but he was still grinning. “You seem excited about something,” you commented. “Where are we going, Dan?”

He turned the key and started the engine. But before he could push the pedal down and drive the car, he looked at your confused face again. “You’ll see,” he winked.

You couldn’t ask for anything better.

Daniel Ricciardo was the type of man you’d wish upon the stars and that someone you’d wish for as you blew the candles out. A true gentleman who made sure you were happy at all times—always putting your needs and wants above his.

He always respected your space and your boundaries. He never made you wait and would call exactly when he said he would. He was close to your mother and talked with your father who was a businessman, though most times he probably didn’t even understand what your father was saying. He was charming, endearing, and with him, you were comfortable.

The ride ended and he took you to an exclusive restaurant on a rooftop where you could see the skyline beneath the starry night sky. 

Deep inside you, you could already feel the anxiety creeping up on you. You had no idea why, but something about this night made you extremely nervous and uneasy. You just hoped he didn’t notice it.

You were in awe when you realized he booked the entire rooftop for just the two of you. In the middle, laid a table for two with white sheets. Atop were expensive wine, two glasses, and luxurious cutlery. 

He led you to the table, pulling your chair for you to sit on. You thanked him as you adjusted yourself into a comfortable position. He smiled and then winked again.

It made you even more nervous.

A waiter made their way to your table, serving you your meal which was pre-ordered by Daniel. He never asked you what your favorite type of food was, but he knew the exact food that you would love.

“How did you know?” you asked him, looking at your plate with your favorite food.

“I observe you every time. Whenever we go out to eat, I take note of what you always order. This wasn’t actually on their menu, but I managed to convince them to cook it.”

Truly, you couldn’t ask for anything better.

You have felt your heart beat fast countless times when he was around you.

But your heart never skipped around him.

It never jumped and fell for him.

Daniel Ricciardo was the man of your dreams.

But Max.

Max Verstappen.

He was the man of your desires.

All the screaming and the never-ending arguments with him, the fighting almost every night before you went to bed, the throwing of items at each other when things got intense—you missed all of them.

The raised voices, the shattered glasses, the rough way he touched you when you made up in your bed after each argument…

The crying. The breaking up. The making up. The kissing in the rain.

You missed it.

You knew you shouldn’t, but you terribly missed it all.

There were times you found yourself cursing his name in your head at 2 a.m., while you rested with Daniel next to your bed. 

You shouldn’t even think of him. This was wrong.

But the breaking down and the coming undone, the way he always pushed you into a wall as he shut you up with a kiss, the way he pulled your hair while he destroyed you from behind—you missed the roller coaster kind of rush. You craved the toxicity.

Max Verstappen was toxic and the type of man your mother taught you to avoid when you were just a child. But the toxicity of everything made you live for the thrill of it all. Both of you, so in love, that you acted insane. You never even knew you could feel that much when you were around him.

That was the way you loved him.

You looked at your boyfriend, Daniel, who happily told you some of his favorite memories. You weren’t even listening to him, you just laughed along every time he laughed. He couldn’t see the smile you were faking. 

When he stood up and guided you to a slow dance, you followed his moves and looked deep into his eyes.

For a second you swore you saw his face. The wild, crazy, frustrating, intoxicating, and complicated man. But after a blink, it returned to Daniel.

How was it, that after all this time, Max Verstappen still haunted you? 

And how was it, that after all this time, you still let him?

All of a sudden Daniel pulled away from you and you looked at him confusingly. Your heart started beating fast again. He took a few steps back…

And then he knelt down on one knee. He pulled a small box from his suit, opening it to reveal a beautiful ring. He had shown that ring to you before. It was his mom’s.

“Y/N, will you marry me?”

He was proposing.

It was now or never.

Present or past.

Calm or chaos.

Sweet or toxic.

Dream or desire.

Honey or broken glass.

Daniel or Max.

“Danny…” you said his name, a tear falling down your face. You crouched down to his level, hugging him.

And then you stood up, still crying.

“I’m sorry…” 

You turned your back on him immediately, not wanting to see his face after you broke his heart. You wanted to look back, but you decided not to. You didn’t want to know the sight of him breaking down.

If you were going to remember Daniel’s face, you wanted to remember his big smile. Not his broken expression after you killed his heart.

You just shattered the heart of the sweetest man you have ever known. You just killed his butterflies.

You couldn’t ask for anything better from him, because you knew the best you’ve ever felt was with Max Verstappen.

So you ran away. From the place and from him.

You traded serenity with madness and chose the rocky road instead of the smooth sailing waves of the sea.

And now you found yourself at the place where Max and you had your first date.

It was 2 a.m. and it started raining. There was a streetlight above you from where you were standing.

You closed your eyes, basking in the feeling of rain that was pouring heavily. It was kind of comforting because the raindrops concealed your tears. 

And then the rain suddenly stopped touching you and all that was left on your face was the drops that your eyes teared.

You opened your eyes, only to see a shadow of an umbrella and a man holding it to stop you from getting wet any longer.

You turned around to see his face.

Max Verstappen.

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summary: you have finally escaped the filthy jail you were made to grow up in as a guinea pig. on your way out, you bump into two members of south korea's most infamous mafia gang. stunned by the rather intriguing encounter with you, the younger one decides to bring you back to their home base in secret, only to have their plan foiled when the rest of the gang catches them red handed and the entire group unanimously decides what to do with the strange girl, which is you.

pairings: mafia bts ot7 x experimented human female reader

genre: mafia au | moderate? angst | romance | sci-fi | action | fluff

warnings: mentions of blood, verbal harassment, gun, and swearing.

word count: 6,933 (decided to combine two chapters from wattpad)

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He speeds down the vacant corridors till he comes to a halt in front of her room. Well, that's what he likes to call it. Everyone knows it's more like a prison cell for you.

Within the 10 by 10-foot concrete box, there were no windows and only a single bed, a toilet, and a sink next to it. He swipes his key card quickly, unlocking the automated steel door. And as soon as it slides open, he rushes over to your sleeping body.

When he gently jerks you awake, your eyes flickered open. You glance about frantically till your gaze is drawn to him.

"It's okay, it's okay. It's just me." He coos at you quietly.

He gulps before speaking. "Listen, we don't have a lot of time."

You can only stare at him, as if asking for an explanation wordlessly, given your speech impediment.

"You're in danger, but I'm going to get you out of here. Y-Your father is taking things too far..."

"...You don't deserve any of this, you're supposed to live a normal life. And now is the time to do so." He digs into his pocket and pulls out a purple pendant chain necklace.

He stretches out his hands to your neck, causing you to flinch. "Don't worry, it won't hurt you."

You comply, allowing him to place the necklace around your neck. "Do not take this off, no matter what."

"Do you understand?" He locks his gaze with you. You nod, and although you can't say much, you can comprehend most sentences.

"Good. Let's go." He says as he gently grasps your hand and pulls you out of the grim box.

You both rushed through the halls, making a few different turns, just like he did earlier. "In about three minutes, they will check your room and the alarms will go off."

The pair of you stopped in front of another door. His personal lab, it was like his happy place, which was sickening. You step back, shaking your head at him, recognizing that door all too well.

As soon as he turns around and sees your reaction, his face softens. "Appa isn't in there. Don't worry, this is the only way out."

"I will never hurt you. Do you trust me?" He extends his hand once again.

You glance at his face, then at his hand, briefly, with hesitancy, before clutching it. The corner of his lips tugs upwards slightly, and he walks inside the room without hesitation.

The alarm goes off less than a second after he shuts the door behind him. You quickly curl into a ball, covering your ears, overwhelmed with fright and confusion.

He grabbed your shoulders and shakes you out of your distress, knowing you don't have much time left. "You've got to go now!"

You look up at him, tears brimming in your purple glowing eyes.

He sighs in guilt. "Stay here for a second." He sprints up to a single metal shelf, pushing it aside, revealing a small vent.

You notice the metal vent and tilt your head in curiosity. He swiftly turns around and approaches you. "You need to crawl in there. Continue straight until you see light at the opposite end."

"Kick the metal as hard as you can, and after you're out, run as far as you can away from here."

"Run until you see large buildings all around you and other people walking about like you." He explains.

You nod. "Okay."

"Repeat what I said."

"Crawl until I see light... Kick... Run far, look buildings... And people, like me...?" You reply.

"Good." He breaks off the metal and leads you inside. As you begin to crawl, voices can be heard outside the lab's door.

He panics and scrambles the metal frame onto the vent outlet. "Go!"

You watch for a minute while he covers the vent with the metal shelf from earlier, hearing the hammering against the door.

Fearing that they would find you, you begin crawling farther down the vent as he instructed. You soon found the light at the other end.

You shifted your body so that your legs are in front of you, recalling his words to yourself. After a forceful kick, you finally exit and run.

The words echo in your head, along with the emotions they evoked.

Run as far as you can...

Large buildings...

People... Like you...

After a time, you peer behind you, seeing the lab you grew up in from birth, gradually shrinking in your vision. You never understood why you had to do what Appa told you to do, and you never liked any of it.

But you couldn't resist because every time you tried, the consequences were worse.

Everything that passed you by was unfamiliar to you, and your interest in the outside world only grew. Were there people like you truly out there?

After an hour or two, you find yourself on the busy road's sidewalk, crowded with cars. Of course, you had no idea what it was called. Everything you looked at, whether it was vehicles zooming by you, birds flying in the sky, people strolling, dogs and cats walking with their owners, or green trees and other greenery, piqued your interest.

You raised your eyes to the large lettering mounted on the concrete bridge. You struggle to read it, your brow furrowed in concentration. "S-Seoul we-elcoome... you."

Another half-hour has passed, and you're now surrounded by the city life of Seoul. Large buildings all around, and people like you crowding the city streets, just as he said.

But this quickly became an issue since he forgot to consider that you had never interacted with so many people in your life, let alone be surrounded by thousands at one time.

Seoul was known for its congested sidewalks, where practically everyone walked with little personal space. Too often people brush up against each other, even collide, and don't even realize it.

As the panic in you slowly start to build up, people around you gave you weird looks while you continued to wander in the new environment you had discovered. But who wouldn't? A young girl, barefooted and clothed in nothing but a blue hospital gown and messy hair, was roaming around their beautiful metropolis.

You then suddenly sensed a bad aura, something bad was happening to someone. It was a result of all of your trials and experiments, that you're able to distinguish between bad and good emotions.

Although you couldn't express it properly in your own words, for obvious reasons, you were aware of what they were and the various outcomes that may come from them. But, of course, you still had a lot to learn, especially since you're in a foreign territory.

Following the negative energy, you begin to cross the road mindlessly, and as soon as you take a few steps, a loud car horn blares, followed by tires screeching.

As a man steps out of his car and violently shuts the door, you freeze in place. "What the hell lady?!"

"Are you crazy?!" He yells.

You look at him with a sweet yet blank expression on your face. "You... mad."

He scoffs. "The hell I am! What do you think?!"

"Can't you tell this isn't a crosswalk?!"

You tilt your head, a little perplexed. "Cross.. walk?"

His face turns red as he becomes increasingly agitated by you. "Are you fucking mental or something?!"

He clenches his jaw and inched closer to you.

"What the fuck are you even doing on the road?!" He spits in your face unknowingly, causing your head to recoil back at the contact.

You take a step back, uncomfortable with the man's close proximity. You returned your gaze to him, but it was quickly diverted by something else.

You fixed your eyes on a scene in which one man towers over another. It appears to be the source of the bad energy.

You walk past the enraged man in front of you without further thought, but your hair is immediately yanked backward. And you're thrown back, slamming onto the hard asphalt road, scraping your hand and elbow, making it bleed.

Inside a window-tinted black van, three men are sitting casually, as it moves. The chauffeur is dressed in a white long-sleeved dress shirt, a black suit vest, and a black bow tie. The two others sat together in the back.

If there was one thing you could say about these two men, it would be that they were really handsome and well dressed. They exuded such a powerful aura that simply being in the same room with them made you feel small and intimidated.

"I have a bad feeling about this... I don't think we've ever seen a case like this before." The man, clothed in a black leather suit jacket and graced with beautiful pink plump lips, rests his chin on his clasped hands.

Across from him, the man, who was dressed in a black long sleeve top with one sleeve cut off and a black harness over it, chuckles before taking a sip from his whiskey cup. "Well, it's not every day you find a bunch of missing medical supplies and laboratory equipment sold so abruptly and in large sums."

"But, why should it really concern us, Jimin Hyung?" He places his whiskey cup beside him.

Jimin directs his gaze at him. "Because it will leave innocent people suffering. Whoever is doing this is selfish, Jungkook."

Jungkook scoffs. "Welcome to the real world. Isn't this something we're used to?"

"That's not the point-" He sighs exasperatedly. He was about to open his mouth again when the van violently braked.

Since the pair wore no seatbelts, the jolt sent them sideways, landing on the floor of the van.

Jimin glares upfront. "What the fuck was that?!"

The chauffeur flinches as he realizes he's being addressed. "I-I'm sorry, sir, but s-someone suddenly stopped in front of us."

Moments later, all three of them heard muffled yelling from outside. Jungkook and Jimin exchanged a brief glance before the man in the leather suit jacket stood up and exited the vehicle.

"Wait- Mr. Park! I don't think-"

Jungkook flashed him a piercing stare that made the poor man gulp. "Just watch over the car." He then leaves and follows his Hyung.

The man who flung you on the asphalt is now looming above you. Fear began to set in, and your eyes glowed purple as he watched you steadily sit up, curiously putting your hands into view.

You start to self-heal yourself, seeing the blood spots leaking from your wounded skin. The man's eyes widen as he notices the changed form in your eyes.

"What the...?" He muttered, shifting back slightly.

His brows furrowed. "What the fuck! Y-you're a fucking freak!"

"She's a goddamn freak!" He shouts, pointing at you, drawing the attention of nearby onlookers.

Your eyes return to normal when your injuries completely healed, feeling profoundly confused by his comments. "... Freak...?"

"Did anyone see that! H-her eyes changed colors, s-she's a monster!" He looks around, as people slowly gathered around them.

You still sit there with her head tilted and the same innocent but vacant expression on your face. "What's.. a monster...?"

The man gave you a disgusted yet frustrated look. "You! That's exactly what you are!" He then rushes forward, almost grabbing you, causing you to flinch again from his sudden movements.

But before he could reach you, he's forcibly pushed back, causing him to stagger backward.

"What the hell?!" He regains his composure, finally focusing his gaze on the stranger who stopped him.

"I think you've done enough." The voice was smooth yet frighteningly authoritative.

"Who do you think you-" The man tries to fire back, but the stranger who pushed him only raises his brow as if daring him to finish his sentence.

That's when it dawned on him. This is a man he should not mess with. Casanova... One of seven members of their country's most notorious mafia gang.

"You know- It's one thing to raise your voice at a woman, but it's another thing to try put your hands on one. Especially an innocent one." He gives him a menacing stare.

The man gulps, struggling to maintain eye contact. "She's the one who walked into a busy road! She shouldn't be here in the first place!"

Before Jimin could respond, the man in front of him attempts to rush past him, chasing after you, who suddenly stands up and moves towards the scene you saw earlier. "Hey! Where do you think you're going, lady?!"

Jimin rolled his eyes and jerks the man back from his collar. "And where do you think you're going?"

The leather-suited man casts a sidelong glance at his dongsaeng. "Delta, go after her."

The dongsaeng obeyed him with a silent nod, leaving the two men on the road. Jimin then shifts his attention back to the man in front of him. "There is no excuse for abusing a helpless young woman. Shall I teach you a lesson?"

He smirks wickedly, sending chills down the man's spine. His expression changes to one of terror, and he trembles slightly when he realizes he has no way out. That's because no one dares to challenge the Bangtan Boys. Their business is their business, and no one is allowed to get in the way. Not even the police.

The man looks around desperately for anybody who is willing to help him. But, unfortunately, there isn't anyone. Nobody wants to, therefore they turn a blind eye to the situation.

Jimin laughs cynically. "No one will help you. You brought this on yourself."

"Come to think of it, I was just having a stressful day... But it appears that I've found a way to relieve my stress." He began taking perilous steps towards the defenseless man, while he in exchange, moves back.

Meanwhile, Jungkook jogs after the nameless young woman, which is you, being only a couple of feet behind. "Hey! Girl in the blue gown!"

You, as if in a trance, ignore Jungkook's calls and continues to travel toward the negative source you were sensing.

The unknown man, who towers over the other, slams him against a brick wall. At the same time, Jungkook had finally caught up to you, and the guy draws a gun.

You yell, overwhelmed by the negative energy. "No!"

The man catches sight of you, and then...

BANG!...

Your eyes are pressed tight, and your hands are covering your ears. You reopen your eyes to find a figure covering you. It's almost as though it's shielding you...

You raised your head, your gaze fixed on the stranger. Although you didn't know the words, he looked very appealing. Large doe eyes with a defined face structure and jawline.

He breathes. "Are you... all right?"

You merely stare at him, most likely still processing what just happened and recuperating from the gunshot's ample noise.

The odd thing was that there was no blood. No, none of them was covered in blood, but when you peered over the stranger's shoulder, you noticed the unfortunate victim on the ground, covered in his own blood.

The perpetrator fled the scene as soon as he pulled the trigger. He must have recognized the man who accompanied you and decided it was best to do what he needed to do and get out of there.

But it will all be in vain since Jungkook has a remarkable memory, having a clear image of the man, and will soon find him.

Your eyes widen at the sight, sensing the emptiness radiating from the victim. "No..."

You brush by him, not in an impolite manner, of course. The man shallowly breathes, noticing your petite figure approaching him. "Help... Ple-Please..."

"It hurts so much, I don't want to die this way." He whimpers.

The wounded man appears to be in his mid-forties, with gray hair dispersed throughout his short dark locks. He also has some mature creases on his forehead.

"It hurts?" You say.

He gives a faint nod. "Help me..."

You crouch next to him, your eyes glowing, signaling you're about to use your special abilities. In fright, he locks his vision on your brilliant violet eyes, gasping and backing away. "W-What are you...?"

You frown a little. "I won't hurt- I help..."

"I promise it won't hurt." You softly reassure him.

He stares at you briefly. "Okay."

Jungkook, on the other hand, quietly observes as you delicately cover the man's gunshot wound with your hand.

His pupils dilate as he watches the veins surrounding the man's wound and on your hand glow purple. It looked like something out of a sci-fi film.

What the fuck is happening right now? He thought.

Tears dropped from your eyes, as you transfer his pain into herself from feeling the same sharp burning sensation. You chew on your lower lip, suppressing your pained groans, for a few more excruciating seconds before pulling your hand away from him. "D-does it hurt?"

He smiles with bloodied lips. "No. T-thank you..."

"I don't know how you did it, but thank you." He exhales a weak breath as his eyes slowly shut. "You know... You kind of remind me of her..."

"Her?"

"Yeah, my Areum..." And with that, his eyes finally closed.

"A-Areum?" You muttered, but he didn't respond.

Your brow scrunched as you placed her bloodied hands on the motionless body. "Ya- Wake up."

You try to shake him awake, but it is futile. Jungkook sighs and approaches you from behind. "He's gone."

You pause, acknowledging him. "But he's here."

"That's not what I meant. He's dead, which means he's no longer alive." He explained bluntly.

Jungkook rests a hand on your shoulder as you drop your hands, still staring at the dead man. "Come on. The police will find him, and your presence will make matters worse." More like my presence, but there's no time for an explanation for that.

"His family will be contacted, and he won't be alone."

You raise your eyes to Jungkook. "What is... family...?"

"What?" He raised his brows.

"You said..." You point at him. "...Family... What is family?"

Something is certainly not right here. First, she causes a road rage, then walks into a crime scene, and she touches a man with glowing purple veins, lastly, she has no idea what family is.

So many thoughts raced through his head, but one thing he was certain of was that the girl in front of him was no ordinary girl. Therefore, he made the conscious decision to take you with him.

You glanced at him, waiting for an answer, but he is cut off by the sound of his phone buzzing.

He quickly reaches inside his pants pocket and takes out his phone. "Hello?"

"I'm all finished here. Where are you and the h/c colored girl?" Jimin spoke.

He returns your gaze. "We're nearby. We'll be there in two." He then hangs up the phone and lowers himself to your level.

"You're gonna have to come with me, little girl." He commanded.

You blink. "Okay."

Jungkook gets baffled by your instant cooperation. That was easy... Maybe too easy. He makes a mental note to keep a close eye on you. He then pulled you by the hand and led you back to their black van.

"Well, hello there." Jimin greets you charmingly as you enter the van with Jungkook.

You look up at him. "H-Hello..."

Jungkook walks up to the chauffeur. "Continue our way home, we have urgent matters to discuss."

He then returns to the two others in the back, with Jimin raising his brow at him. "What is this 'urgent matters' you speak of?"

"Her." Jungkook nods his head at you.

Jimin then shifts his eyes to you. "What about her? Is she from a mental asylum or something?"

"Who knows... but I don't think she's human." He whispered the last part.

"What are you talking about? She looks pretty human to me." Jimin retorts with a scrunched face.

Jungkook sighs. "I'll explain it later when we get home."

"Are you sure it's a good idea to bring this girl home?" Jimin turns to Jungkook as they exit the van, followed by the silent blue gown-clad girl, you.

"What if she's psycho and attacks us?"

Jungkook scoffs at his hyung's nonsense, rolling his eyes. "We're literally trained mafia gangsters, Hyung. Do you honestly believe she'll be able to lay a hand on us?"

"But we could never lay a hand on a woman. It's just against our moral code." Jimin crosses his arms.

"True, but if she attacks me without reason and with the intent to seriously harm me, I will fight back. I'm telling you that." Jungkook replied.

"And no one can really stop us since we live in the most remote location."

Jimin scrunches his face in uncertainty. "Well— Except for hyungs." He then checks his watch. "Which, by the way, will arrive home in about two hours, so we better be quick."

"Yeah, yeah."

Jungkook then pivots to face you. "Hey. Follow us, okay? Don't touch anything."

"You got it." He raised his brows.

You blink and silently nod. Jimin watches the pair's interaction. "At least she's obedient."

Jungkook responds with a shrug. The two men and you then entered the house, or mansion, as we shall call it, and were immediately greeted by its luxurious design. The exceptionally high ceiling, the rich modern yet simple layout, and the decorations span the vast entryway that leads to the living room.

"Let's keep her in your room while we talk in here." Jungkook proposed.

Jimin's eyes bulged. "Why my room?! Why not your room!"

"Because there are fewer things that could break. Seriously, your room is so minimalistic."

"Besides, it's the closest to the stairway, so she'll be able to get down faster when it's time to leave." Jungkook elaborated.

Jimin sighs defeatedly as he clicks his tongue. "Fine, this better be worth it. You owe me Jeon Jungkook."

Jungkook gives his hyung a not-so-innocent smile. Jimin then looks at the girl, scanning her with his eyes up and down. "First, she needs to get cleaned up. She's not going to be lounging on my furniture like that."

"My goodness, you sound like Jin." Jimin narrows his eyes in response to the dongsaeng's complaint.

"Let's get this over with." He unexpectedly grabs your elbow, making you flinch and look up at him.

"I won't hurt you." He reassures you, then softly pulls you again.

As soon as you three enter the older male's room, you instantly scan your surroundings. Looked at everything with awe. Your gaze was soon drawn to the 98-inch 8k flatscreen tv. You approach it with a curious tilt of your head.

The men watch you approach it quietly, noticing your dim reflection against the barren black screen. You extend your hand and poke at your reflection. "Is this... me?"

They exchanged a brief glance before Jungkook spoke. "Yes, that is you. You're a mess."

"Do you know what that thing is?" Jimin asked.

You turn your head at him. "It's me."

He chuckles and shakes his head. "No, that's not what I meant. I'm referring to this large black box."

You pout slightly, not understanding what he's saying, leaving the two men dumbfounded by your lack of knowledge of one of the most basic items in modern society. "I-It's a tv. It essentially displays moving images and emits sounds according to what is displayed on the screen."

He reaches for the black remote that had been carelessly tossed on the edge of his bed. "I'll show you."

"Should I put on a kids show?" Jimin whispers to the younger one.

"It looks like she'd understand that better." Jungkook answers.

Jimin turned on the television, completely unaware that his volume was set ridiculously high. The abrupt roaring audio triggers you to startle and curl up into yourself, shielding your ears, like you did at the lab.

That's when you remembered the deafening sirens and the hammering on the door during her escape merely hours earlier. Your eyes are tightly clenched as Jimin and Jungkook panics at your reaction.

"Turn it off!" Jungkook screams as Jimin fumbles with the remote.

"Yeah- I'm trying!" He shouts back, finally turning it off.

The dongsaeng sighs deeply in embarrassment. "Why the hell do you have your tv so loud?"

"O-our rooms are far apart, it wasn't like it disturbed any of you guys." He stutters.

Jungkook shook his head in disappointment, then shifted his gaze to the petite girl curled on the floor. He frowns softly, questioning what happened to this you before they all met to make you so clueless about everything and react so badly.

Jimin looks at you with a guilty expression. Meanwhile, Jungkook quietly approaches you and hesitantly touches your shoulder, to bring you out of your fright. You give him a solemn face while unconsciously flashing your vibrant purple eyes at them.

Jimin's jaw drops at the sight, finally recognizing what he meant when he said you're not ordinary.

"What the actual fuck?!" He exclaims, causing Jungkook's head to snap at the curse word. "Dude..."

You scrunch your eyebrows. "Fuck?"

Jungkook returns his sight to her. "Don't say that, he didn't mean to say that."

The younger one glares at his hyung, who smiles bashfully. "Oops-? It's fine, she doesn't know what it means."

"Now, do you see what I meant?"

"Yes, we have a lot to talk about. This is very— fascinating..."

"But, once again, let's get her cleaned up." While Jungkook helps you to your feet, Jimin walks up to his drawer and brings out an old sweatshirt and shorts that are too small for him.

Jimin then pulls the very bottom drawer, which is filled with... female underclothes...

Jungkook grimaces in disgust. "Are you really going to give her your past hook-ups' underwear?"

Jimin rolls his eyes. "They're clean."

"Yeah but still-"

The two men led you to Jimin's bathroom, while the oldest one held the folded clothing."This is the bathroom. You need to shower and change into these clothes—"

Jimin places the stacked clothes on the counter. You stared blankly at the folded garments. "You'll have to undress first."

Understanding his words but not the appropriate timing, you grasp the hem of your robe and begin lifting it.

Their eyes widen at your quick compliance. "WAIT WAIT WAIT-"

You froze in place, perplexed by their reactions. Jimin chuckles shyly. "Once this door is closed, you can start to undress."

He then shuts the door as the boys step out.

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After a good fifteen minutes, you emerged from the bathroom. All dressed in Jimin's oversized hoodie, which made you look even smaller than you already were, and shorts that ended just above your knees.

Jungkook snorts at your look. "Cute."

Jimin clears his throat. "We'll be talking downstairs, you stay here and try not to break anything, okay?"

You nod in response, and the two exit the room.

"Explain." As they sat across from each other on the couch, Jimin locked eyes with Jungkook.

Jungkook then goes on to explain what happened earlier, when he followed after you, who managed to stumble upon an active homicide scene. And how you approached the poor man who had been shot and was pleading for help because he was in pain, then did whatever you did which caused your veins to glow purple, much like your eyes.

"I'm guessing she took away his pain. I did overhear him say that he was no longer in pain."

He chuckles dryly. "This may sound strange, but what if she escaped from something? Like the movie, The Witch."

The elder remained silent, soaking in the newfound information and evaluating the bizarre situation they had found themselves in. "So... you're saying she has these man-made special abilities?"

"Yes! Exactly-"

"Well, it seems sensible, but let's not go too far ahead of ourselves." Jimin answers.

The younger scoffs. "Oh, come on- what other explanation could there be for all of this? You witnessed it for yourself! Have you ever met anyone else who possesses glowing purple eyes?"

"I guess you're right. But if that's the case then we should keep a close eye on her. She could be dangerous."

"Dangerous? So far, she seems to be quite harmless." Jungkook held an amusing expression.

Jimin crossed his arms. "Yeah, for now. If what you say is true, who knows the extent or what additional 'abilities' she has."

Suddenly, a loud motorcycle engine roars, and they exchange nervous glances. "Shit."

"Didn't you say they wouldn't be home for another hour?!"

"I'm just as surprised as you are! I didn't know they'll come home early!"

"What should we do?" Jungkook says.

"Nothing. They'll be there in a second; let's just pray she's okay in there."

Not long after, the front door opens, revealing four other males. As soon as the group entered the mansion, they both flashed an 'innocent' smile. "Taehyung-ah-- Hyungs!"

"You guys are home early." Jimin nudges Jungkook.

A man with a freckle on the tip of his nose combs his parched hair. "Yeah, the meet-up was a complete bust."

His remark was met with frowns. "What happened, Yoongi-hyung?"

The man with a long scar lined down his right eye laughs snarkily. "We were ambushed, and Namjoon was injured as a result."

"What?!" Jungkook exclaims. "Is he okay?!"

"Yeah, he's fine. I took him to the clinic house, where Sun-Woo is currently treating him." A man with broad shoulders and spectacle lens answered.

"They're gonna regret that." Jimin's expression darkens.

The man with platinum blonde hair smirks mischievously. "They certainly will."

While you wait for the two strangers, you explore Jimin's opulent room, strolling from corner to corner, as your eyes are captivated by all of the foreign furnishings. Somehow, her attention was caught by a gleaming black item. Being intrigued by it, you found yourself drawn to it.

The shiny black object turned out to be a 10mm long-range handgun. you put it out in front of you, not realizing what it is but nevertheless fascinated by it. You thoughtlessly take a detailed look and fiddle with it.

You spin and flip it around several times, shaking it near your ear, desperately trying to figure out what it is.

You then smack it a few times against your palm, wrapping your hand around the handle and trigger. As you grew increasingly frustrated with the object, you unintentionally squeezed the trigger.

The gunshot rang, and the bullet flew through the room and out the window, shattering the glass. Scared by the unexpected gunshot and the force of the pistol, you yelp and stumble backward, tripping over the protruding end of a rug and knocking down the flower vase that sat on the glass coffee table. ‎

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The six reunited men in the living room were completely immersed in their "business" discussion when glass shattering and a gunshot broke out, interrupting their conversation.

Jimin and Jungkook start to perspire, anxious about the outcome. The other four males shared perplexed looks before becoming serious.

"What was that." Yoongi spoke passively.

"Did someone just break in?" Hoseok questioned. They all rose up, realizing the potential threat to them.

Taehyung kept his gaze fixed on the top of the stairs. "Whatever or whoever that was, chose the wrong house."

"It sounds like it came from Jimin's room." Jin comments.

Hoseok looks at Jimin. "Were you expecting someone Jimin?" The addressed man kept silent, which the others took as an affirmation.

Yoongi reaches behind him and draws out his handgun, while the others follow him. "Formation boys."

Jimin and Jungkook trail behind uneasily. They approach Jimin's door with vigilance, and Yoongi extends his hand, twisting the doorknob and then violently slamming the door open.

He immediately aimed his gun toward the "intruder" in the room, joined by the rest of the members. "Who are you?! Don't move!"

Jungkook's eyes widened as he rushed forward to block Yoongi. "Wait! Don't shoot!"

"What the hell, Jungkook?!" Yoongi's brow pinched. "What are you doing?"

Jimin comes forward as well, seeing the scene in front of them. You sat on the floor, knees bent against your chest, an arm wrapped across your knees, and the other hand lying on the floor next to you, staring frightened at the pistol that had been dropped.

"What did you do?! Are you okay!" Jimin pulls you from your trance. You looked at him with guilty eyes, not knowing what to say, causing Jimin to sigh. "You're not bleeding which I take is a good sign."

"Jimin, is this another one of your... toys?" Jin asked. "She's cute, almost innocent-looking. It's hard to believe you'd bring a girl like her home."

He shook his head. "No, Jungkook and I just kinda found her on our way home."

Yoongi's expression stays hostile. "So the two of you brought home a random girl?"

"There's a reasonable explanation to this." Jungkook begins, and Yoongi arches a single brow in return. "Which is?"

"It'll be difficult to believe based on words alone, you all will have to see it for yourselves first."

"I-I'm s-sorry." A tiny voice abruptly sounded, bringing all six pairs of eyes to you.

"It's fine." Jimin responds, and Taehyung's face lights up. "How adorable!"

He eagerly approaches you, crouching to your level. "What's your name, cutie?"

You sway your head. "Name? What is name?"

As Taehyung chuckles awkwardly, they all blink in confusion at your answer. "When you want someone's attention, you call them by their name. For instance, my name is Taehyung. So you call me Taehyung."

"So, what is your name? What do people call you?" Taehyung asks again.

After hearing his explanation, you finally nod in understanding. "What they call me?" He nods with a lip grin.

You then grab the ends of Jimin's sweater and start to lift it, surprising everyone.

"YA!" Jimin and Jungkook both exclaimed.

You ignore their yells, just stopping to expose the burnt branded skin on your left lower abdomen.

You point at it. "0...0...7..." Then look at Taehyung and gesture to yourself. "Me. 0-0-7, me."

"Your name is a number?"

You gesture once more. "I'm 0....0...7."

He looks at Jimin and the others with a puzzled expression, as they do the same.

Feeling frustrated with the situation, Yoongi glares at Delta. "You'd best start talking, Jungkook, who the hell is she?"

"I swear you will understand better if you witness it first!" He pleads. "We need an injured person, like... Namjoon hyung!"

The elder narrows his eyes at him. "Excuse me?"

"I have been summoned?" A deep voice erupts from the doorway, revealing a bandaged man. Jungkook grabs Namjoon and walks over to the girl who is still seated on the floor.

"How come you left the clinic, Namjoon?" Hoseok inquired.

"I heard a gunshot and wanted to find out what it was about." He answers while being dragged by the youngest.

"Hey." Jungkook addresses you, compelling you to turn your head in his direction. "Look at him, he's hurt, just like the man we saw before."

You blink at the sight of Namjoon, sensing his injuries instantaneously. "He hurt."

"Yeah. Help him, like you help the man."

You stand up and walk up to them. You scan Namjoon for a moment before gazing at his face. "I will help."

Namjoon gives his dongsaeng a short side-eye while muttering. "Jungkook..."

"Just let her, I promise you guys."

The leader clears his throat. "I-I suppose you can help- whatever that means."

You bring one hand slowly to his face, gently cupping it, as the other goes to the bandaged wound. You pause, eyeing it. "Remove please..."

He looks down at the bandage. "Y-You want me to take it off?"

"Yes." You nod, and Namjoon obliges, making everyone cringe at the nasty cut. You pout as well but continue by tenderly placing your other hand over his bloody gash.

And, as usual, your eyes began to glow purple, signifying that you're exerting your "power" to heal their leader and absorb his pain. The veins around his wounds, as well as those on your hand, shone purple.

Their eyes enlarged in reaction to the peculiar girl, who reveals her extraordinary abilities.

"Holy shit."

"What the fuck..."

"How the hell..."

They all muttered. You let out an inaudible whimper, taking in all of Namjoon's pain. Once all his wounds had fully healed, you lock eyes with him and detach your hands from him.

No one speaks, everyone is speechless, completely taken aback by your act. It was something they'd never seen before, and now that they've seen it, hundreds of questions are racing through their heads. Starting with, "who exactly is this girl, and where did she come from?"

Yoongi, of course, is the first to act on it. He lunges at you, deathly gripping the sweatshirt collar. "Who are you! What did you do?!"

You look at him, terrified as if you had messed up the healing process that you had previously been ruthlessly trained to do. "I- helped-d..."

"D-Did I fail? Did I-I hurt h-him?" You then shift your now violet eyes to the others behind him. But Yoongi's hold never faltered, even when you trembled slightly in regard to him.

Another few moments of quietness passed, accompanied by Yoongi's heavy breathing, as his gaze fixed on you, like a predator on its prey.

But Jin eventually intervened. "That's enough, Yoongi. You're scaring her."

"She should be. Don't you remember what kind of reputation we have?" He hissed.

"It doesn't matter. She did nothing wrong." Jimin spoke up.

"They're right. I think she healed me, she really took the pain away. I don't how, and it's quite freaky." Namjoon said.

Yoongi still never loosened his hand, causing Namjoon to place his hand on his shoulder. "Let her go, Oranyan."

He clenches his jaw, reluctantly releasing your petite figure. Still filled with fear, you collapsed to the floor, bowing as if your life depended on it.

"I-I'm sorry! 007 be b-better tool next t-time. Please n-no punishment..." You beg, keeping your head down.

Taehyung frowns at your pleas while the other six men watched you, not knowing how to react to it.

He approaches you again. "Raise your head sweetie."

You lift your gaze to him with complete innocence, reminding Taehyung of his little sister that was once so close to him but now six feet under. "Don't worry, you've done well."

"Well, it seems like we have a lot to discuss right now. Let's leave her to calm down." Namjoon clapped his hands, grabbing their attention.

"Go ahead, Jungkook." Namjoon instructs as they all gathered in the living room. Just like he did with Jimin prior to their arrival, Delta recounts everything that occurred when encountering you that led them to bring you home.

"That's it." Jungkook concludes as everyone sits quietly as they process the new information.

"So far, I believe we can assume that she possesses some special abilities. One that was able to heal Namjoon Hyung's injuries." Jimin pitches in.

"This reminds me of the movie The Witch. Maybe she comes from research or medical facility that conducts strange experiments." Taehyung suggested.

Yoongi rolled his eyes. "That sounds stupid, Taehyung, and this isn't a movie."

"No, but there aren't any other logical explanations." Jungkook quickly defends his two-year older hyung. "I also had the same idea, as I was explaining to Jimin hyung earlier."

"So, what are we going to do?" Hoseok inquires, looking aimlessly at the ground.

Namjoon's brows furrowed for a few moments before speaking. "There are far too many theories circulating, as well as unanswered questions. We need more information on this..."

"So what you're saying is, you want to keep the girl." Jin finishes his thought.

"Oh hell no-"

"There are too many variables, and who knows what will happen if she goes out on her own?" Jimin states.

Then Taehyung raises his hand. "I think she should stay. Plus she's cute too."

Jimin nudges him in the ribs, causing him to wince. "I too vote for her to stay."

"Then all in favor of the girl staying, raise your hand." Namjoon announces as he lifts his hand.

And, with the exception of one, all five other hands rose. The six pairs of eyes directs at the aforesaid man, who remained deafeningly silent and wore an annoyed face.

"Yoongi?" Namjoon calls out, making the man to huff. "What."

"It makes no difference whether I raise my hand or not; we all know how the majority votes." He answers sharply.

The leader's gaze lingered on him for a while until breaking eye contact. "Then it's settled she shall stay here."

Not a minute later, the scar-faced man storms out of the room, furious.

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masterpost | intro + characters | two

[irkimatsu]

A response to your most recent kink post: husk introducing reader to roleplay of any kind (him being an overlord again, royalty roleplay, mafia etc etc) the choice is yours oh wise and wonderfully debauched Irk.

P.s hope you’re having a good day and that job thing comes around, you deserve the world :)

(Went with roleplay as an Overlord with a partner who didn't meet him until after his fall. Got a little sappy on this one!)

"Thank you, sir... thank you, sir..."

His partner lies beneath him, softly moaning as he slides in and out of them with long, slow strokes, gasping every time he bottoms out. The golden chain currently wrapped around his paw and connected to their neck doesn't hold the usual glow of a soul contract, but it's enough to bring him back to countless heated nights in the penthouse of his old casino. He's told himself so many times before that he can't let himself get back in that old headspace, but just once, just for pretend, he can embrace those memories. That power, that greed, having the most beautiful souls in Hell throw themselves at his feet for just one night of attention, with the hopes that night could bloom into something more.

"You like that, pet?" he asks with a slight purr as he pushes in deep, taking their breath away as he tests how much they can take.

"Yes, sir- I love it, sir-"

"You want more?" he asks as he grinds his hips against theirs.

"Please, sir-"

"Beg." He pours all of his old dominant charisma into one short syllable, and smirks as his lover - his pet - flushes beneath him at the sound.

"I want more, sir-"

"More what?" he asks, cutting them off with another grind. "C'mon, doll, you gotta use your words."

They're struggling to breathe beneath him, struggling to even think. A small piece of mercy rises in his head, a concern that never existed back then. Maybe he should go easier this time-

"I want you to fuck me, sir-"

Those words snap him out of any guilt he can feel about past, long-ended encounters. He licks his lips at the sound, reveling in the idea of someone being so desperate for him.

"Sir, please-" they beg as they squirm beneath him, grinding their own hips up. "I need you- fuck me, sir- please, I'll do anything-"

"Anything, huh?" he chuckles darkly as he begins thrusting again, faster than before, but still pulling all the way out to the head to let his entire length savor every inch of his partner's wet heat. "And why would you do that?"

"Because I'm yours, sir- I'm your pet-"

Pet. Fuck, that word shoots right down to his dick. It's been so long since he's owned someone. His pet, his treasure, his to care for in the ways he deems best.

"I need you, sir-"

Yes. There it is, the best fucking part of owning someone for him. Knowing he's wanted, needed, trusted with their very being-

"Keep saying that," he grunts as he picks up his pace and tugs harder at their chain.

"I need you, sir, I need you, sir, I need you, sir-" Their words blur together into a desperate prayer, each repetition driving him closer to his feral instincts.

"I love you, sir-"

He never heard that in his Overlord days. Maybe such a claim back then would have stopped him in his tracks, left him too confused to continue. Love? That wasn't part of the arrangement. What did that have to do with anything? This was lust, this was need, this was possession; it was never about love.

But from this person, in this place...

Growls begin to blend with his moans as he lifts his partner's waist, allowing him to strike deeper on every thrust. As he fucks their breath away, their trembling limbs clinging to him with all their might, he locks his mouth with theirs, swallowing up every word and moan for his own.

"I love you too, pet," he murmurs between heated kisses and desperate thrusts.

He had so many pets back then, none lasting more than a few months before he grew bored and moved on. He missed having that connection with someone, that need for them.

For the first time since his fall, he's finally found someone willing to give themselves so wholly to him. And for the first time, he swears, he's not going to fuck it up.

[gemini-sensei]

I've had this idea for a while and finally wanna share it 😈 (unedited)

So imagine Reader is tough and a little rude and a bit mean. She's pretty and cool and hangs out with the other populars. There aren't too many people she hangs out with or talks to. She definitely keeps that cool and mysterious air about her. Sometimes she takes part in the teasing, but for the most part she watches then says something about spending her time doing better things.

And she just so happens to be dating the school's number one asshole, Kyler Park.

They're seen around school with his arm slung around her. He's all brute force trying to impress her and pushing people around, but she's ill impressed by his methods and it gets old after a while. She doesn't think he's all that funny but he thinks he's hilarious, so she ends up rolling her eyes at him more often than not. He gets offended, they argue, she ends up walking away because he's unreasonable and entitled. He'll end up coming to her later and apologizing, but he never really means it and she knows it because he never knows what he's apologizing for. She never says she forgives him but they continue on as business as usual, at least until they have another fight.

One day Kyler is messing with Eli, shoving him around and calling him names. Reader is off to the side, waiting for him and his friends to finish being a bother. However, one of them ends up pushing Eli into her and making them fall. She groans and scoffs, Eli falling on top of her. Her boyfriend and his loser friends laugh and it makes her angry.

She shoves Eli off of her and she gets up to yell at Kyler. He's rolling his eyes and brushing her off, that is until she breaks up with him very very loudly.

"Aww c'mon, you don't mean that."

"Oh I mean it," she tells him.

He tries to tell her she's sorry, but she's not having it this time. She shoves him away from her when he tries to pull her into himself as a part of his apology. She stomps off in a huff.

"You'll come back to me, baby!" Kyler calls after her.

"Fuck off!" She yells back.

A few days later, she's hanging out in the library. All of a sudden, Eli comes up to her and interrupts her whilst she reads. She looks up, waits a moment for him to say something, then looks away when he doesn't. He stands there for a minute, second guessing himself, when she huffs and slams her book shut.

"Either say something or walk away."

He freaks out a little bit and blurts out, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to break you and Kyler up!"

The librarian just so happens to be passing by and shushes him, which makes him blush and bow his head in embarrassment.

Reader scoffs. "You didn't do such a thing."

He looks up at her, guilt ridden and puzzled. "But Kyler said-"

"Kyler's an idiot. The only person that ended our relationship was him," she tells Eli, the. Opens her book again. She rolls her eyes and shakes her head. "It should have ended a while ago if I'm being honest."

He's quiet for a moment, then sits across from her. He leans in and whispers because he's scared to be kicked out of the librarian if he's too loud again. "So why- why didn't you?"

She doesn't look up at him. "We accept the relationships we think we deserve or something like that..."

Eli stares at her, a little confused. Reader has always come off as the kind of girl that has always known what she wanted and when she wants it. A no bullshit kind of girl. So why settle for Kyler?

"Why?"

She glares at him. "I don't see a line of suitors waiting to get with me, do you?"

He shakes his head as if it were a real question.

"I'm not the first girl he charmed into being in a relationship with him, Hell, I hate admitting I fell for it. But it didn't take long for him to rear his ugly head," she tells him, hoping it will make him go away. It isn't as if she has any real friends she would tell all of this to anyway either, Yasmine and Moon pretty chummy with Kyler since they liked to make him do a lot of their heavy lifting - mostly Yasmine. "I don't really know why I stayed with him as long as I did... it's not like he was all that good at kissing or sex."

At the mention of sex, Eli's cheeks bloom bright red and he tries to hide it by dropping his head and retreating into his sweater. However, his interest is piqued and he's listening to her rant about her lousey sex life; about how Kyler is a selfish partner and never cared if she got off of not; about how he doesn't know how to use his dick.

"Anyone else could do better," she says and rolls her eyes. She looks at Eli and laughs. "Bet you could."

He looks up at her. "What- what's that's supposed to mean?"

She stares at him. "You don't exactly come off as the kind of guy that gets around."

His heart wants to crawl out of his throat, but he swallowed it back down. "I-I don't- I mean I, uh, I-"

She chuckles and leans over her book. "Relax, I'm just messing with you... You don't seem like the kind of guy that needs to sleep with everything that has a pulse. That's a compliment by the way."

He doesn't know whether to smile or hide. He blushes instead and casts his eyes down, unsure of what to say. The words kind of fall out. "Yeah, I guess... I mean, if I were lucky enough to get a girlfriend that doesn't pitty me... I wouldn't want anyone else..."

"That's all Kyler wanted," she says, sighing. She sits back with her arms crossed. "Sex and sex with other girls. Threesomes with chicks skinnier than me, always said they would be pretty good... like I was so awful that..."

She doesn't finish her sentence and shakes her head, as if to shoo the thoughts away.

"It's whatever," she huffs. She doesn't want to talk about how Kyler actually made her feel. It was never good. If anything, he made her feel inferior to other girls, but she acted like she was never bothered by such things. If she acted confident, than she wouldn't feel bad about herself. The line between fake confidence and real confidence was blurred and hard to find. The insecurity Kyler made her feel wasn't welcome anymore and wouldn't come back so long as he stayed away from her. And his jaw might stay intact too. "Did you have a point in coming over here other than stupidly apologizing for Kyler's idiocy?"

"Uh, well-" he stutters, staring at her wide eyed.

She smirks at him and stands up, walking over to his side of the table. Coming up behind him, she grabbed the back of his chair and leaned down to be level with him. Her breath caresses his neck and he freezes up, then shudders as her lips lightly drag along his ear.

"Or did you have some ulterior motive?" she whispers.

He looks at her, barely breathing. He feels his heart hammering in his chest and his face is on fire. He doesn't understand what she's doing or why, but he knows better than to question it. He's seen the way she makes guys bigger than him cry and he's been lucky enough to have never faced her wrath.

He's consumed by the sweet smell of her breath and how close she is to him. Then, suddenly, she's moving away and coming around to lean on the table's edge right beside him.

"You're not too bad on the eyes, ya know," she tells him.

He shakes his head, not believing her. "That's a lie..."

"Why? Because you have a scar? Who cares?"

"A lot of people do..."

"I think it's sexy."

His head whips up and he stares at her. She's fucking with him, right? Just saying that to get a reaction out of him. Why else would she say such a thing?

He lightly shakes his eyes and looks away from her, then bows his head.

"Don't believe me?" He doesn't answer her and she chuckles, shaking her head.

She takes a quick look around and sees no one else is around. They're in the back of the library, which is hardly inhabited by other students. She liked it because it was actually quiet and no one thought much to bother her back there.

Once she sees the coast is clear, she moves closer to Eli and throws a leg over him. She pushes him against the chair and seats herself on his lap, smirking as he looks up at her in pure shock. He tenses under her weight, stiff as a board as his arms hang by his sides. She rubs his shoulders, quietly teasing him for being tense while also hoping to actually make him relax.

"Wha-what are you doing?" he asks hurriedly.

She leans into him and whispers, "Showing you I'm no liar."

Then she kisses him, most prominently on his scar. He's too shocked to kiss back, but she pushes forward by bringing his upper lip into her mouth and sucking on it harshly. He moans in response and his hands finally lift up and come to rest on her waist. He pulls her closer as he kisses her back and makes her drop her full weight onto him, whereas she had been holding most of it off of him before. The kiss deepens from there and it's almost as if they aren't in the school library.

They make out for what feels like forever, at least to Eli. When Reader pulls away, he feels like he's been dropped back into reality after a thousand years have passed in a lightning strike of a second. Instead, it's only been a few minutes, a handful at most. She rubs her thumb over his scar as she stares at him, neither saying a word. Then she licks her lips and smiles at him, something mischievous and playful, but not mean.

"Let's get out of here," she says, standing up suddenly and grabbing her things. Her bag hangs off her shoulder and her book is gripps tight in her hand at her side. But he doesn't move, left staring at her, and she notices. "What? You've never skipped school before?"

He shook his head and she smirked, grabbing his wrist and pulling him to stand.

"Well, there's a first time for everything," she hums and starts leading him away.

They sneak out of the building and head for her car, but as they do they're greeted by a rowdy group from a few yards away. Kyler and his gang are standing not too far from them, watching as they walk into the parking lot. There's palpable shock in their systems as they watch the pair, but then Kyler cups his hands around his mouth to shout.

"Found a downgrade, did you, Reader?" he yells at her.

She lifts her arm and flips him off whilst still holding her book. Then she counters, "No, I just found a guy who looks better than you, is way smarter than you, and knows how to treat a girl! Unlike someone I know who has a dick the size of a shrimp!"

Hos friends all start laughing and asking Kyler if that's true, to which he obviously denies, but doesn't have anything to say back to Reader. Before he can think of something, she's throwing her stuff into her car and Eli is scrambling to get in too. When she climbs in, she puts a hand on his thigh and smirks.

"Don't worry about those numbskulls," she tells him, gently rubbing his thigh. "They've got nothing on us."

He nods slowly, more assured when she drives them out of there and Kyler is nothing more than a dot in her rear view mirrors. Though he has one question for her.

"Where are we going?"

She licks her lips. "My place."

[cheriecelestial]

Luminary Pt.II

pairing *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Yan Emperor!OC X Swordmaster!OC

disclaimer *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ yandere thoughts. hurt/ no comfort. angst. mentions of violence and character death. lovers to enemies.

a/n *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Please listen to Joel Sunny’s Luminary for the whole experience. COMMENT LIKE & REBLOG ✿.*･｡ﾟ (ㅅ´ ˘ `) Pt.1

“Atticus was kind,” Atticus' ears perked up at his mention, his brows knitted in confusion as to why she was referring to him as if she was talking about someone else ? “You said your magic erases insignificant feelings. You were always so full of kindness, what happened?” Her words struck the platinum haired man like lightning. But what she saw in him was just him mirroring her light like the moon does with the sun and nothing else.

“To you my darling. I was kind because you deserved it. I cared because you did, always. You broke me out of my mould, out of all the rules and conceptions I had about my life. And I loved you for it. But before I knew it i started doing everything by your book. Everything for you. To win you, for validation, for love. So much so that I lost sight of my goal.” His words died by the end of his sentence, if they were talking truth now — he might as well splay his feelings out in front of her.

“I was just trying to save you. I-I-”Cecily barely stuttered out. He felt Cecily's hand on his shoulder dig in. Her bottom lip quivered and her body trembled to the point that she swayed slightly on her feet. If he could feel any guilt or remorse he was sure that the look on her face would've devastated Atticus more than anything he had experienced before but all he felt was a strange tightness in his chest.

Calming herself, she took a deep breath and spoke in a low tone,“ Is that what I was to you ? A distraction from your goal ? I tried Atticus. I tried so hard to save you from yourself.” He telt a part of his shoulder burn where she rested her hand.

“Distraction ? No my love. I know you tried to save me and for a moment there - I swore you did . But leaving behind all I had ever known was a risk I was never willing to take, because what will become of me when I abandon the laws that have shaped me ? You gave me life but my vengeance gave me purpose.” Atticus knew he wasn’t a good man from the very start. That something was fundamentally flawed about his existence. An inadequacy, one he’d never overcome. And somewhere deep within, he was jealous. Jealous of Cecily for being so perfect . She always so full of vitality. Like a star, even when she held his face in her hands — she always somehow felt so far away, somehow felt so unattainable. The problem with being born in hell and then being getting a taste of heaven was - that no matter how hard you tried you could never overcome that nagging feeling in the back of your head that told you that you didn’t belong. There was one sole lesson he learnt from all of this was he had too many demons to love an angel. So if he couldn’t belong in the heaven, he would drag his haloed darling to the hell.

“The reason I came here was to see if there was a modicum of redeemable humanity left in you. If there was any part of my Atticus left. Marcel was right, you have changed beyond recognition. I no longer recognise the person I’m looking at.” Her tone grew distant by the second. It was the same tone people talked about the deceased at funerals. Mourning him as if he had died, like he wasn’t still alive and breathing in front of her. She almost thought it would be easier if he had died. At least she’d feel some sort of closure, knowing he’s not coming back. But this, this was a nothing but pure torture for her.

But then he wasn’t gone, if anything he was doing better than he ever was. Leaving her behind to pick up the shattered pieces of what they once had. Yet somehow, she couldn’t hate him for that - not really anyways. No amount of anger would mend the torn pieces of her broken heart. She was left in emotional turmoil, love mixing with hate mixing with rage, betrayal and depression. No matter how many times the word hate flashed through her mind, it was never truly directed at Atticus. Rather the world, the things they had forced upon him, the pressure he had been made to feel.

Shakily, Cecily raised her palm to caress his hair. Atticus almost flinched at how warm her war calloused hand felt against his face. He nuzzled his face closer to her palm as his emotions as a cacophony of fear, desire, hate, and desolation, all battling one another for control. Her touch was a fire he would willingly walk into.

Cecily cupped Atticus’ face and tilted her chin up to him, parting her lips ever so slightly. Atticus’s brain went into overdrive at her invitation. She resembled a siren, calling out to him with her sweet song and in the back of his head he knew there would be consequences to this. But the moment her lips touched his he stopped breathing. His mind went blank. Every feeling, thought, and emotion that he has ever felt floods through him in a torrent. He could barely comprehend the feeling of her lips on his own. His hands wrapped themselves around her back and tighten as the rush of emotions overwhelms him. At the same time, he was aware of how much he hated this. She was ruining him and she had no idea how much her touch was destroying everything he spent so much time meticulously building.

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you.” Cecily’s emerald green eyes looked hollow yet somehow reverential when she pulled away. Atticus wanted to grab her shoulders, shake her violently and yell that he was still here so why did she look at him with such melancholy.

“I don’t need saving Cecilia. Join me my darling. Be my queen and I swear we could restore this empire to all its deserved glory.”He gripped her hand resting against his cheek and pleaded. He didn’t care if he sounded desperate or pathetic, he just needed her to say yes.

Cecily shook her head slowly and said,“ As appealing as it sounds, you and I both know you don’t plan on making me anything apart from your canary in a gilded cage because I will never approve of you methods and neither will I aid you in them.” Atticus sighed in defeat. He bit the inside of his cheek till he tasted blood. If she wasn’t going to give in voluntarily, he just had to make her.

“You know you can’t win against me. Even if you persevere and defeat my armies. You can’t kill me. Dark magic makes me impervious to all weaponry and magic. No one in history has ever been able to accomplish it. What makes you think you will be able to do it ?” Atticus challenged her knowing that even with all her strength, there was no way in hell she could win. She wouldn’t fight for so long if she knew she didn’t stand a chance, an ominous voice warned him .

“None but one”

He knew who she was referring to. The legend Seraphina Andrea Reginald and her aura sword — the Caelum Lux. The founder of the continent. She was this golden figure who was the beacon of morality, freedom and justice. An allegory and dubbed to be reincarnation of the goddess of light Lumine. But that was the end of it- a legend, another one of story tellers’ dramatic gimmicks to make little children believe in virtue. Even though Cecily belonged to her bloodline, calling upon such power was next to impossible.

“It’s a children’s story my darling. The Caelum Lux isn’t a real sword and you know it.”

Cecily lightly shrugged in response as a silent ‘yes well’. The orchestra began their final piece and a familiar melody swirled around them. It was the song Atticus often played for them at late hours when they’d sneak into the music room at the music room back when they were in the academy. What were the odds that they would play this very song as their final piece ?

“It’s the last waltz your majesty. Dance with me. Just like the old times.”

Wordlessly, Atticus pulled her closer. Her cheek was resting on his chest and his other hand almost holding her in a half hug. This wasn’t the standard waltz position, but it was something so comfortingly intimate to them. She was good to him but not to his cause. To Atticus Asterin – Cecily Reginald is an obstacle, but to Atty - Ces is an anchor. His heart felt at peace but his instincts were blaring sirens as if she was his greatest enemy and who knows maybe she was. Push her away and leave, the voice told him as a sign of fatal danger. He gripped her closer as if retaliating to the instinct. Atticus wasn’t going to let anyone take Cecily away from him, not even himself.

“The Caelum Lux isn’t a sword, it’s a bloodline.”Cecily stated calmly as if it wasn’t the most groundbreaking piece of information Atticus had heard. “You remember my father, the late duke, had all my distant relatives covertly killed a few years ago ?”

“Yes, I do remember. It was perhaps the only occasion you mustered the courage to confront him,” he countered. Instead of retaliating in her usual fury, Cecily merely smiled and continued, “Its aura can be invoked by the last descendant after absorbing the light energy of their deceased kin. Seraphina Reginald wasn’t a swordmaster — she was a mage. The most formidable one to ever exist.” Atticus’ blood ran cold. He remembered the duke and his cold eyes. They were the same colour as Cecily’s but they always held nothing but disgust and disdain, looking at him as if he were nothing but an insect. The only time a different expression crossed the duke’s face was as he lay dying. Atticus pressed the sword to his heart and the duke just smiled back at him. The same smile Cecily was wearing. The same smile a hunter wore when they caught their prey.

After gaining his power, Atticus believed he could shed his fear. He swore to himself that he would never go back to being that helpless weak boy who was even scared of his own shadow. He wasn’t supposed to feel this anymore.

Push her away. She’s dangerous.

Push her away.

Push her away.

“I see.” He felt as though he was stepping forward over this ravine with a snapping tightrope, but she was on the other side with a lamp and a knife, daring him to cross it. But it didn’t matter because she wouldn’t catch him — not anymore. He had emerged victorious, then why did he feel like he was exactly where the duke wanted him to be ?

Atticus looked down to her face pressed against his chest. It was a pleasant. Despite having this beautiful perspective emphasised, Atticus found his head reeling and his breath shallowing. His heart hammering in his chest unstably, feeling somewhat claustrophobic. She can’t defeat me, that’s what the platinum haired man kept telling himself. He was caught in a tailspin, a tailspin that was only leading him one place. He couldn’t let that happen. But she kept haunting his thoughts, along with the other ghosts holed up in his head. Did ruination and salvation always look this identical ?

You can’t put Atticus upon yourself to save — he made the choices he made, you can’t change them. You can’t save a person who doesn’t want to be saved. She told herself sternly. She must done what she had to, what she came here to do. Cecily took a deep breath and steeled her resolve. She didn’t know if she was telling the truth when she said she didn’t recognise him. Everything about him, every minuscule detail about him, had been exactly as she had remembered. He still had the same sweet and playful look in his eyes. He still had the same charming smile. He was still the same person she fell in love with all those years ago so it hurt. She cried, wailed, and tried to be strong as she thought about the moments shared with him and how cruel it was that this was where she ended up.

Their eyes lock, returning each other's gaze, scrutinising the abysmal of their souls that was built with a blended sentiment. She saw a bead of perspiration run down the side of his forehead and his breath getting more laboured by the second. She had to act fast.

For a fleeting moment, silence prevailed in between, the rhythm of their breathing stirring with the progression of the music around them. The music of the waltz filled the room with a gentle, flowing melody. It began with a simple rhythm, gradually building into a sweeping cadence. Footsteps and hands were in perfect time with the music, moving with precision and grace. It was a soothing, romantic piece. The tempo of the music shifted and changed, following the dynamics of the song and the movements of the dancers. Soon it reached a feverish crescendo indicating its dramatic ending .

Atticus wrapped her waist and lifted her in the air for a spin. When he set her down he noticed her eyes were closed. “Love ?” He asked but she didn’t respond. Growing unnerving due to the lack of response he reaped, he called out to her again. An ominous feeling crept up his spine as the voice in his head chided him, too late. When she opened her eyes, they glowed with unnatural amount of light almost as if the goddess Lumine herself had descended from the heavens. Wait, goddess ? Now it all started to make sense to him. Her coming here, the legend of Seraphina Reginald and the Caelum Lux.

Blinding light engulfed the ballroom leaving everyone stunned. And when the light faded, Atticus heard someone scream. He felt oddly disoriented and overwhelmed. What is going on ? He opened his mouth to speak but nothing except blood came out. His hand flew to his neck to feel the thick waterfall of blood dripping from the side of his neck. Before he could register what happened, his knees bucked as he stumbled. Is that my blood ? Am I dying ? His vision started to blur and he felt life slipping away like sand from his fingers. Unlike anything he had ever imagined, instead of fear he felt warmth.

In that moment, he saw the star decorations in the centre of the dome and all the incomplete dreams and promises of forever they made in their youth. His vision cleared for a second and he saw her. He saw everything he ever loved about her – her countenance bore an undeniable allure. Her spun hair, painstakingly brushed to perfection, flowed like silk threads, infused with small silver flowers, an extravagant touch. The jagged burn scar that ran down the side of her face, something that never deterred him from loving her all the same. Swathed in rich lace, her garments caressed her form with the grace of luxury, their hue an enchanting shade of white. This allure was further accentuated by her green eyes, glinting like shards of frozen emeralds, reflecting an unyielding mysterious depth — a landscape of evergreen forests like the ones they would often go hunting in. He stared at her till his vision was tainted by red.

As the world around him darkened, he was left with the haunting echoes of what once was, leaving him to wonder how it all came to this point. too many questions, too little answers. They said love healed, love nurtured, love saved many. Unfortunately for them, the poets were wrong after all, not even love was enough to save them. Her lips moved to say something he couldn’t quite catch, Atticus used the last bit of his strength to strain his ears to hear the last words she would say to him before he left this world .

“Rest now my love, may the gods receive you on the other side, pardoning that which may be absolved.”