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lingulaca · 2 months ago

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Whisper of Pleasure

Prince Jacaerys finds himself enamored with an angel after she helps him relieve all of his stress left behind from the living world.

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ pairing - jacaerys velaryon x dara (an oc)

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ word count - 1,665

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ includes/warnings - jace getting his first blowjob, light light super light angst like it's barely sad, fluffy smut

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ author's note - jacela not being endgame literally hurts my soul so don't mind the mentions of baela i need them to be together for eternity. my first hotd smut im not used to writing dialogue like this hhhhh

The Prince rose from what could only be described as a hallucinogenic half-slumber. One moment, he swore he and his consciousness had disappeared entirely and the next, he found himself on some sort of fluffy surface with a beautiful lady in front of him. He gasped, air rushing into his lungs for a moment. "Who... are you?" He started to feel dizzy, but in a good way. "I'm Dara," The grinning lady announced. "and you're Jacaerys." Jace blinked. He had half a mind to ask her where she got this information, but after observing his surroundings he ultimately determines that he's died and went to the heavens. 'Baela,' he thinks, 'I've left her all alone...'

"It's okay," Dara starts. "She'll be here with you soon. Or, um, one day I mean..." Jace shook his head as he sat up, noticing all of his physical pain was gone and he was given new clean clothes. He'd read about the heavens as a child, and prayed to the Gods more times than was probably necessary for his brothers but he never imagined the space to be so... comforting. A selfish thought makes its way to his brain, though he does not mean for it to. "She will marry someone else." He means it as a question, it comes out as a statement. "She won't, her heart won't let her. She loves you a lot." The angel, Dara, grabbed hold of both of his hands. She pauses for a moment. "You're Baela's soulmate and she misses you greatly." Jacaerys allows his fingers to intertwine with the angel's. If he'll be here forever he might as well stop being sad and enjoy his time, right? The sentiment isn't enough to stop the immediate flow of tears. He's left all his strength on Earth, he supposes.

Dara holds him closely, her body naturally molding to his. She doesn't think of herself as the calming or soothing type so she chooses to say nothing, hoping her actions are enough. Her efforts do not go unnoticed when Jacaerys' hands wrap tightly around her waist. "I miss my mother. A- and Baela... I don't want her to marry another." He sniffles, thinking of how crushed Rhaenyra will be to learn she's lost yet another son. Dara can tell he's been holding back for quite a while. During his living years, he only allowed himself to cry in front of Baela. Bottled up emotions would overflow, causing him to routinely end up sobbing late at night as she cuddled him in her chambers. "I know." Dara feels Jacaerys' hands grip her even tighter. If angels were capable of pain, it would hurt a whole lot. When he finally looks up at her, doing so as if she were the one component necessary to fix him, his eyes are red and his lip trembles. She kisses his forehead while combing through his hair with her fingers. "Everything will be alright in the end." Her protective embrace is the first good thing he's felt in a while. Ease washes over him. "You really think so...?" Dara's smile returns at Jacaerys' stuttered inquiry. "I know so."

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Jacaerys lies down on the soft, barely-there clouds upon Dara's request. She figured he wasn't quite ready to be met by all of his relatives just yet so the two were now on Mother's Layer, by far the quietest and least hectic of all the heavens. Children were having quiet time, most choosing to lay near Mother herself as she read to them. "This is where I stay," Dara got comfortable next to the Prince. "Thank you... for all this." Jacaerys felt silly thanking an angel, after all helping humans adjust to the afterlife was simply one of her many tasks. She kissed him again, this time directly on the head. Jacaerys felt his face heat up. He was never truly able to let his guard down this much when he was alive. Nights with his betrothed ended with sex more often than not, though neither of them could fully enjoy it beyond the physical aspect on account of the responsibilities weighing on both of their minds.

"You're... very lovely." He mutters. "The lovely one is you, my child." She replies. Being called a 'child' by a heavenly being who looked no more than a year under him in age made him chuckle. Dara is suddenly close, right next to Jacaerys. "I can't be as lovely as you, I..." He stops, his cheeks heating up at the mere thought of what he was about to admit. "I know." Dara places her hand in his, her warmth making him tingle internally. "I know you've sinned. All humans have." Jace sighs and clears his throat awkwardly. "I didn't mean to." He feels the need to prove himself, be more holy in the presence of someone so perfect. "It's okay... you seem tense." She observes quietly. Tense doesn't begin to describe it. At first, Jacaerys thought he could overcome his lust, thinking that perhaps such feelings went away in the heavens. Even so, looking away from Dara's angelic unclothed body and instead directing his focus to her face didn't help him any. Her eyes, colored like the moon and just as captivating, stared into his soul as if she could tell what he was planning on saying before he could. He wanted to hold her, to have her all to himself forever. He wanted to be greedy for the first time in his life.

"Jace?" Dara smirked. Since she could, in fact, read the Prince's, no, her Prince's mind she knew of his true unspoken feelings. He snaps out of it and stops making eyes at her. "Sorry..." His expression is equal parts cheeky and embarrassed. Dara giggles, standing up and turning away. "Come," Jacaerys, curious as ever, obeys her command and follows her to a large room. It had no ceiling, so Jace could look up to see more clouds and the occasional angel flying high up above.

Dara had an unconventional method of relaxation in mind, one that she was sure would work. She'd heard of it first from Father, who was swiftly quieted by Mother for mentioning such concepts within earshot of her "innocent angels", as she so lovingly called them. Dara wanted to be the best angel she could be, rising above her siblings and hoarding all of Mother's praise and affection for herself, so she couldn't possibly be doing anything bad. Additionally, she had a desire to take care of Jacaerys, which included caring for his needs as well. 'Mother knows my heart.' She told herself, 'She won't care if I indulge just a little this once.'

"Jacaerys?" She called out. He was sitting across from her bed as he observed her belongings with a look of awe on his face, being careful not to touch any of the items she had packed into the golden-red box. "Yes?" He answered, not moving from his spot. He was entranced by the glimmer of a purple harp that was placed under her bed. "I think I know what would make you feel better." "Hm?" Jace wondered what tricks Dara had up her sleeve. "You could say no if you want, but —" "Why would I say no?" Jacaerys wasn't suspicious at all of the angel's intentions. Dara takes this as a sign and sits in front of him, their knees touching in an effortlessly intimate way. She then, after waiting a moment for Jace to actually look at her even through his nervousness, pushes him down gently so he lays on the carpet.

"Dara...? What's this?" Dara's hands started at Jace's shoulders and then trailed down. She shushed him, her right hand resting on his bulge. His eyes widened. "Dara!" He whisper-shouted, sitting up a bit now so that he was leaning against the wall. Dara could only smile, feigning innocence. The two exchanged curious expressions, a minute's silence is taken before Jacaerys decides to let Dara work her godly magic. In an instant, his pants are tugged down to his knees, exposing his obvious hardness, which Dara gazes at with much interest. "Wow." Hesitantly, she takes just the tip into her mouth at first. "Mmm..." She hums, lips wrapped around Jacaerys' cock. The taste is sweet in a way and unlike anything she's ever had before. Carefully, she lets the rest of his cock slip past her lips. It twitches in her mouth as her tongue glides up the side of it. Jace's whole body starts to feel hot, hands grasping at the soft surface below to keep himself grounded. "Dara - Dara, I..." He inhales sharply, cursing himself for almost finishing so soon.

Dara handles her Prince with feathery softness, her warm and wet inviting mouth enveloping his cock each time she moves her head down. Jacaerys' noises fill the room, ranging from gasps to proper whimpers and moans. "Dara, angel, I can't..." A delicious ache once thought to be unachievable forms deep inside him. He feels lightheaded, but not in a bad way, he feels all of his troubles being lifted away and cast aside with every nudge of his tip to the back of his angel's throat. He moans her name one last time when releasing in her mouth, her fingers digging firmly into his thighs.

Dara stays still for about three seconds as to not spill any of the thick, sticky liquid before coming up for air at last. Her tongue swirls around in her mouth to savor the foreign taste. She hums, sitting up next to Jacaerys who looks her up and down with half-lidded eyes. He's completely amazed, feeling like he's just entered two new worlds in one day, one literally and one figuratively.

"I can never repay you." Dara fully digests Jace's words while watching him fumble to stuff himself back in his trousers. "You don't have to..." She kisses her Prince on his lips sweetly, making him taste himself.

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gotham-daydreams · 7 months ago

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Hi hi! Anon that can easily stay stuck in their imagination here-

I'm so glad you answered my ask!! And yeah in a situation like not [] where they will try very hard to not physically hurt the reader a case where they will is more difficult. Honestly it depends on the person's will.

Most people can't take torture nor can that take having their independence taken away.

And while the reader in not [] is very much more angry than numb to them at the end of part 3, I feel it takes a lot to be broken.

Personally spite would keep me from giving in. I don't have a lot to ask for but basic decency and admittance of guilt but the batfam is too prideful and selfish to ever do such a thing.

And I live with pain all the time so being in more pain isn't ideal but it's not something I couldn't handle. In the case were my limbs are taken they only thing they can't take from me is my mind

I mean they could always try other methods, drugs and surgeries (lobotomy is such a horrifying concept fr) and such but honestly doing that would be completely destroying what once was.

The batfam is mostly selfish to the point where they are obsessed with the IDEA of reader not who they actually are. A part of me would hope that in destroying who reader was they would feel remorse and do what's right but the other part of me doubts that.

It would take a lot for them to actually feel to do what's right and at that point what's right is taking reader out back for a final send off.

But in such a case where the mind is gone then you really have nothing but a shattered vase. You can try putting it back together but you'll never succeed. A broken vase is much easier to fix than a shattered one after all.

Overall I have enough spite and mostly enough pain tolerance to stick through my decision of staying with my head in the clouds

In all honestly the human body can only last so long when the person in the body has no will to exist. You can feed it and bathe it, take care of that bag of flesh made to carry your bones and organs with all the right ingredients, but the brain knows when the metaphorical heart isn't in it and will only last so long, no amount of reviving can fix that sadly

It's why I wouldn't mind being kidnapped if they would actually take the steps to put their pride and selfish nature away. Yeah staying trapped in the manor sucks but continuing on with the forgive and forget attitude is a surefire way to get one to despise your guts.

I'm so glad you have returned for a bit!! I apologize for rambling in your ask box I am a certified yapper and hopefully all my yapping doesn't sound as scatterbrained as it does in my head-

Stay safe!! Don't forget to hydrate! I hope you have a lovely day or night

YES!!! YOU GET IT!! HAHA!

Also don't even worry about it, I love all of these long submissions and such and they are such a joy to read!!! I hope you have an amazing day/afternoon/night as well, and again, don't even worry! I'm a certified yapper too LMAO

But seriously you so get it and I love you for that anon! The family is so fixated on the idea of the reader moreso than them as an actual person. They, ultimately, care more about feeding their own delusions and ideas of what could be - and they do that through the reader. Misery loves company, after all, and what I was also basically trying to get at with the previous post which is, well-

They'll grasp at straws. They'll tear away at everything, and destroy whatever they 'have to', and anything that gets in the way if it means getting what they want. No matter how broken it is, they'll keep replacing parts- and even if it'll never be the same, even if you will never be the same, as long as you look the same, and physically are the same person... well, they'll keep that. They'll take what they can get, and they'll make sure of that above all else - even if it means essentially losing you in the process.

If anything, I also feel like my other previous posts I've made today support that- LMAO

That they'll absolutely destroy you, only to physically keep you around, and whereas they'll all have their own methods of treating you and keeping you around - as I do doubt that all of them will be so selfish and self centered to not even try to apologize or work things out in a semi civil manner - its still ultimately harmful regardless. Though, that's mainly because of their borderline obsession with progress.

Specifically, for the Not [ ] Series (and I hope this'll show in Chapter 4 as it is sort of why things go down the way they do), why things have ultimately turned this way and why they get so messy so quickly is because of that obsession of progress. Obviously, they want to be with the reader and be the totally happy family that they never were - but they're biggest problem is that they're impatient. They're impatient and the reader... well, they basically aren't giving the family any avenues to make progress-

WHICH IS OKAY!! It's perfectly fine to want space and time just... away from others, especially if they are the ones that hurt you so deeply and greatly affected their life. Especially when, like the reader, the family made them suffer alone and by themself for years. They were essentially isolated and kept away from everyone except for Alfred, and no one encouraged them. No one was there for them at all, and as they express and say in Chapter 3 - they feel like their efforts were in vain. Everything was all for not, and it's okay to want to be away from that, even if the family technically didn't do anything, because it was ultimately their inaction that caused this in the first place.

The reader just needs space because, until a few months ago, they were around and stuck in a place where they felt unneeded, unwanted, and just... alone. They want more of that space so that they can clear their head and finally focus on what they want to do in their life, because now they're actually getting a chance to actually live their life and they love it! So the prospect of going back.. of being in the mansion again? Of going back to that horrible, isolating life? They can't do it. Especially when they can't bring themself to believe that the family's intentions are genuine. Especially when they just don't want to 'risk' things going back to how they were, because god damn it- they just started living their life!! And it's like the family is trying to take that away again.

Nevertheless, the family will still try to do what they can to get what they want, and if Chapter 4 will show anything, is that when given no room... they'll make it. They'll rip and tear, and most importantly, they'll take.

I feel like the end of Chapter 4, and subsequently- the beginning of Chapter 5 (if i write it how i think I will when i get to that point) will definitely spawn all the spite and dread someone will need for a lifetime, believe me! And honestly I have all hopes for people like you being able to withstand the torment that will come from most of the family. Though, I will also say that, or course, that is most of them.

Push comes to shove, hell, at least Alfred will have you with how reasonable he'll seem - with him definitely beinf the most guilty when it comes to making others out to be worse than they are, and acting as your savior. Both literally and figuratively as he will comfort you and, as usual, act as a voice of reason with some much added sass thrown in there.

I also feel like Bruce, despite his own pride, would also sit down and talk it out - and I won't go into much detail here as it will be shown in Chapter 4, but let's just say he'll try. He may not be very successful as he is a man of few words at his core, but I'll say that he won't be one of the people impulsively tearing off any limbs, that's for sure!

Barbara is in a similar boat as she'll try to reason and talk things out, but she isn't one of the family members 'living' with you, so...

Aaand I won't go too indepth with the others as I feel this post in long enough- though just note as well that Selina would try to be another voice of reason (and also manipulation), and so would Duke - who would try to also hold people back from doing anything 'rash' (since, if anyone is going to not only seem reasonable, but also feel genuine, it would be him. hands down. and sure, maybe it'd be Dick... if the whole argument didn't happen LMAO) if they were in the series, which... I'll definitely try to include them going forward as they are apart of the Batfam- I just didn't have a means to include them into the series, and now that it's lowley wrapping up... well, I think it's just best to include them elsewhere!

Nevertheless, thanks for sending this in! I really enjoyed reading it, along with the first one you sent in as well! I love long submissions so much (though any submission/ask makes me happy as hell), and, again, this was really fun!! I always love a good excuse to yap too, as you can tell...

Regardless, again, have an amazing day/afternoon/night, anon!!! You get it fr 💛💛💛

And if I misread or misunderstood anything... feel free to correct me! I read pretty fast and tend to skip over words and such by accident, which is... hilarious considering things, but yeah! I'm sorry if I misunderstood anything, but regardless, again, this has been fun and I love you 💛

#talking daydreams #yandere batfam #platonic yandere batfam #gn reader #platonic yandere #not series

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grailfinders · 10 months ago

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Grailfinders #340: Daikokuten

meowdy, y’all! on today’s Grailfinders we’re building the god of fortune… ‘s pet mice, Daikokuten! they’re Circle of Dreams Druids to become the perfect subordinates, and Twilight Clerics, to become the perfect hosts. they’re a bit one-note, but if you want to support people (and maybe summon an army of giant rats to crush your enemies) you won’t go wrong here.

check out their build breakdown below the cut, or their character sheet over here!

next up: you can’t talk like that, white baby

Ancestry & Background

sadly there aren’t any mice in D&D, at least not as a playable race. …or is there? in the DMG, they suggest that you can use a Halfling stat block as the basis for a mousefolk character, and frankly that just works perfectly, since they can also get the Mark of Hospitality. with that, you get +2 Dexterity and +1 Wisdom (if you’re okay with Tasha’s saving our butts again), and plenty of other goodies to boot! you’re Lucky, so you can re-roll any natural ones on attacks, checks, or saves; you’re Brave, giving you advantage on all rolls against fright; and you have Halfling Nimbleness, letting you walk straight through any creature larger than you are. those are pretty basic halfling features, but thanks to your mark you’re also Ever Hospitable for a d4 bonus to all cooking and persuasion checks, and you know extra magic too! Your Innkeeper’s Magic gives you the Prestidigitation cantrip for free to clean up whatever messes you come across, and once per day per spell you can cast Purify Food and Drink and Unseen Servant using your charisma. obviously you’re supposed to do the serving, but having extra hands never hurt. you also learn Spells of the Mark, adding plenty of cool spells to your spell lists, like Goodberry (rice balls that heal 1 HP), Leomund’s Tiny Hut (a small living space), and Mordenkainen’s Private Sanctum (make any ship a well-protected Takarabune.

the Daikokuten are, of course, Acolytes of the daikokuten, so they get proficiency with Insight and Religion checks. they know who makes a good boss and who doesn’t. and one of your bosses is a god, so you’d betternot fail that religion check.

Ability Scores

Wisdom’s number one. you got them big ol’ ears for a reason, y’know? after that, Dexterity. if Tom and Jerry taught me anything, it’s that mice are really hardto hit. after that, Intelligence. you’re not omniscient, but you are practically omnipresent, which is almost the same thing after a while. we’re still making your Constitution positive though, don’t worry about that. that means your Charisma is pretty low, since you’re submissive and multiplicable. that means we’re dumping Strength. if there’s anything else Tom & Jerry taught me, it’s that mice can’t kill cats no matter what they’re wielding, and those things have like 2 HP.

Class Levels

1. Druid 1: At first level, druids gain proficiency in Intelligence and Wisdom saves, as well as two skills from their skill list, like Animal Handling, and Nature. You are animals, so being able to handle yourselves simply makes sense. you can also write and read Druidic, a secret language that can be hidden in plain sight, and you can cast and prepare Spells using your Wisdom.

For your cantrips, grab Gust for slightly alter the Takarabune’s course, and Infestation for your first and smallest rat swarm. As for first level spells, druids have a wonderful spell list to pick from- but if you want to play the Daikokuten, I recommend Beast Bond, Cure Wounds, Fog Cloud, and Speak with Animals. The first and last spells are simply side-effects of being animals, while Cure Wounds and other healing spells are simply being a good host and fixing your guests some snacks. Finally, Fog Cloud is a bit of an unorthodox choice, but it will allow you to hide your true numbers during your noble phantasm.

2. Druid 2: Second level druids enter a circle of their choosing, such as the Circle of Dreams! When you do so, you gain the Balm of the Summer Court, which gives you a pool of six-sided dice each day you can spend as a bonus action to heal a nearby creature. one of onigiri’s biggest strengths is how easy it is to make, after all.

You can also use either Wild Shape or Wild Companion to turn yourself into a giant rat or summon a regular-sized one, respectively. These two features share their uptime, but with two uses every short rest, you won’t be left wanting.

3. Druid 3: Third level druids gain second level spells, like Locate Animals or Plants to help feed Boss Anning’s plesiosaur, or Augury to confer with other “you”s about potential actions you can take to help your various bosses. The other yous can say your plan will bring “weal”, a good outcome; “woe”, a bad outcome; or “mixed”, which is, appropriately, a mixed bag.

4. Druid 4: At level four, you get your first Ability Score Improvement, increasing your Wisdom for stronger spells. You also gain a Wild Shape Improvement, letting you turn into CR ½ creatures that can swim now! Despite the fact that rats are rather good swimmers, you didn’t need this to transform into one. Still, it gives you more options. Options that you can’t take if you wish to stay in character, but options nonetheless.

You can also cast Mending now to do regular maid stuff like sewing holes in dresses.

5. Druid 5: At third level, you can now use your noble phantasm, Conjure Animals! Now you can summon eight giant rats, and that number will grow as you use higher level spell slots! They’re a bit more fragile than you, but we only need them to survive for one attack anyway.

You can also use Create Food & Water and Leomund’s Tiny Hut from your hospitality spell list to create rice balls in-game, as well as to keep your boss’ camp nice and safe while they rest.

6. Cleric 1: first level clerics can use another Wisdom-based spell list, but you’ll have to check your PHB to figure out how many spell slots you have at a given time. but before we go into magic, let’s talk domains. as a Twilight cleric you can use martial weapons and heavy armor if you want, but most of your features are about support. with your Eyes of Night you get super long-range darkvision, and you can even give it to nearby creatures once a day for an hour. you’re just helpful like that. speaking of sharing, you can give a Vigilant Blessing to yourself (or another party member) for advantage on their next initiative roll. you literally have multiple heads to watch for danger, it makes sense you’re good at it. (it doesn’t hurt that you’re working for the bad guy too)

for cantrips, Resistance gives an ally a bonus to their next save, while Light and Thaumaturgy let you get a little more godly with your presentation, making items glow or letting you act with some more of daikokuten’s authority. you also get Faerie Fire for free to give your allies some help hitting stuff, and Sleep to brew such a nice cup of tea people can’t help but doze off even on the battlefield. for more helpfulness, Bless can add a d4 to checks or saves made by multiple members of the party, and you also get even more healing spells as a cleric than you did as a druid!

7. Cleric 2: second level clerics can Channel Divinity in one of two ways once a short rest. Turn Undead is whatever, you make zombies scared, but we’re more focused on Twilight Sanctuary. now you can provide the darkness for your NP properly, and while that ball of darkness follows you around you get even more bonuses to anything that follows you into the night, either giving out temporary HP or ending an effect that’s charming or frightening it.

8. Cleric 3: third level clerics get second level spells, and while your freebies Moonbeam and See Invisibility aren’t really in our wheelhouse, you can still use Borrowed Knowledge to get some help from other yous for free proficiency in one skill, or they can help you Locate Objects. you can also support your bosses directly by using Enhance Ability to give them advantage on any one kind of skill check!

9. Druid 6: at sixth level, dream druids get a Hearth of Moonlight and Shadow, making every camp a bit homier without the need for a magic shield. during short or long rests, you can create a 30’ radius of magical darkness, in which you and your bosses have a big bonus to stealth and perception, and which also blocks any campfires or torches from being seen outside of it.

10. Druid 7: seventh level druids get fourth level spells. with Control Water, you can get a proper hold of the Takarabune no matter what the currents are like outside, redirecting the flow of water however you like, even in blatantly impossible ways. you can also use this spell to flood areas, part water, or create whirlpools. If it’s good enough for Heracles it’s good enough for your boss! you can also use Polymorph now for another way to transform into a giant rat. or maybe something better than a giant rat. if such a thing could exist.

11. Druid 8: eighth level druids get another Wild Shape Improvement, and while I know bats and seagulls are sometimes called “flying rats”, I don’t think you can change your species on a technicality. you get an Ability Score Improvement you can use though, so that’s +2 Dexterity for ya!

12. Druid 9: ninth level druids get fifth level spells. Mass Cure Wounds finally gives you a party-wide heal like your first skill, and you can send a you off to parts known to do some Scrying- that’s “spying” but when a crat does it. also there’s this one spell called Insect Plague, but I know it’s a mouse plague, it must just be a typo. a 20’ radius in a spot you specify becomes filled with yous for up to ten minutes. there’s so many of them the area is lightly obscured and difficult terrain, and when you cast the spell every creature inside needs to make a Constitution save or take piercing damage from all the buck teeth and scrabbly claws. they also need to make this save when they enter the area or end their turn inside it.

13. Druid 10: you’ve been all over the place enough that you know some Hidden Paths now. as a bonus action you can teleport up to 60’ away, or teleport a willing creature up to 30’ away, up to four times a day. if one you disappears and another you is standing somewhere else, does it really count as teleporting?

you can also give Guidance to your bosses now, giving them a bonus d4 when they make their next skill check.

14. Druid 11: with sixth level spells, you can finally hold a Boss’ Feast, giving everyone who eats it immunity to poison and fright, advantage on wisdom saves, and bonus HP for 24 hours. they��re also cured of any diseases like grail mud or being super bunyan. you can also Transport via Plants, letting you travel through any large plant you’ve seen on this plane of existence. Again, this is just to give the impression that you’re multiple places at once.

15. Druid 12: use this ASI to bestow your Bountiful Luck onto your bosses- whenever they roll a one on an attack, check, or save, you can react to give them a re-roll! aren’t you nice? turns out having a god as a subordinate comes with perks!

16. Druid 13: there’s not really anything I’d want from any seventh level spells you can get. maybe Plane Shift so you can report to your biggest boss whenever you want? really just use this for rat summoning, I guess.

17. Druid 14: fourteenth level dream druids are Walkers in Dreams. whenever you finish a short rest, you can cast Dream, Scrying, or Teleportation Circle for free, though the latter can only take you to where you woke up that morning as long as it’s on the same plane. you can cast a spell this way once a day.

18. Druid 15: controlling water is nice if you need to move the Takarabune in short bursts, but if you want to take control for longer periods of sailing, you need to Control Weather. this lets you take absolute control of the precipitation, temperature, and wind strength of the area up to five miles around you, albeit at a gradual pace.

19. Druid 16: our last ASI will make you Shadow Touched, rounding up your Intelligence and giving you one hell of a dodge thanks to the Invisibility spell. you can also Distort the Value of any object by virtue of it being in the Takarabune, doubling its apparent value for up to 8 hours, though an investigation check can see through the magic.

20. Druid 17: our last level of the build gives us ninth level spells, like Foresight. now you can give your boss immunity to being surprised, as well as advantage on all attacks, checks, and saves, and creatures attacking them get disadvantage, all for up to 8 hours! I assume this is how Giga Plesiosaurus Omega happened. I mean you are riding around in the grail, after all.

Pros & Cons

Pros:

being a rat is very useful for sneaking around- they’re damn near everywhere, and as long as you’re not in someone’s kitchen you’re usually beneath notice. whether you’ve turned into one, are using a rat familiar, or have commandeered a regular rat, you’re more than ready to gather information, or maybe pilfer a small magical trinket or two.

if you don’t want to be bothered, you cannot be bothered. leomund’s tiny hut puts a shield around you, mordenkainen’s private sanctum can make you unscryable, hearth of moonlight and shadow makes it so much harder for your camp to be spotted at a distance, and if you’re really sick of solicitors knocking on your door you can just use control weather to make everywhere within five miles of your camp fucking horrendous to walk through. when you set camp, it stays set.

you’re also great a making your party shine. unless you’re in a party with like 10 people you’ve basically removed nat ones from existence as long as you’re around. you’ve got tons of healing and debuff resisting spells, plus ways to literally see into the future to make sure everyone’s plans go the way they want.

Cons:

why are you turning into a giant rat. I know it’s in-character, but there’s so many better options available even from the start. also, summoning like 32 giant rats sounds fun, but it's hell on your DM and they'll probably last all of five seconds in a fight anyway. that wouldn’t be so big a deal, but…

outside of dexterity, your physical stats aren’t great. you get pushed around easily, and just like a real mouse a couple solid stomps are enough to flatten you. though really, this is just a symptom of the build’s biggest issue…

despite this being a combat-focused game, this build isn’t focused on combat, at least not directly. while druids do have access to a crazy powerful spell list, the strongest attack we use in-character is Insect Plague, and that spell’s more for area denial than an actual attack. this build really is all about helping other party members to shine, and that means you might not be able to do that too often yourself if you use it. that’s not necessarily a bad thing (I mean it’s why we built the damn build in the first place), but it means the build won’t be fun for everyone.

#fgo #fate grand order #D&D 5e #DND #Daikokuten #Cleric #Druid #crowd control #status

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alaydabug2 · 19 days ago

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@iggydancebreak idk which one you wanted to be tagged in so im just tagging you in this just in case

Thjs started out strong but then writers block hot and I was just trying to get it done before I gave up entirely 💀

(This takes place a couple of years in the future when the neverseen has just been defeated. They're about 20-21 in this)

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(Sophie pov)

Sophie walked her way down the halls of the small, by elvin standards, house her and Keefe shared. Her boyfriend had said he needed some fresh air a little while ago, but he hadn't returned in an hour. She was starting to get worried.

She let out a breath of relief when she found him on the balcony, on the farthest end of the house. She leaned against the frame of the sliding glass door. The cool mettle made goosebumps crawl up her arms. It was already windy out, the temperature dropping with the sun.

Keefe was just in shorts and a thin t-shirt. He had his arms crossed close to his chest for warmth. Sophie could see him trembling from the cold.

She pulled a blanket from the couch before setting out to the balcony. He didn't realize she was there until she placed the blanket over his shoulders. He startled back to reality, turning to face her.

"Hey." Her breath made a cloud that hung in the air. "What are you doing out here?"

"I've just been thinking..." Keefe angled his face away.

"About?" She pressed.

He didn't awnser. Sophie leaned her head on his shoulder. The sunset really was gorgeous, with its vibrant pinks, purples, and yellows. But it was also getting colder by the minute.

"Hey," Sophie murmured. "Let's go inside. It's cold."

"Ok. I'll meet you in there."

"Uh-uh," she told him. "You'll freeze out here."

Sophie placed a hand on his shoulder and forced him to look at her. "What's wrong? You're not acting right."

"I just... didn't expect to survive my mom. I don't know what to do now."

Sophie's heart sunk. "What do you mean by that?"

"I don't know." He kept his gaze fixated on the floor. "I... didn't let myself make many plans for the future. I didn't want to plan my life out, only for her to..." He trailed off.

Sophie took his hands, caressing the back of them with her thumbs. He stared at their intertwined fingers. A longing look filled his eyes.

"Come inside, Keefe," she repeated.

He mumbled something she didn't quite catch.

"What was that?" She asked.

"Why do you love me," he whispered.

Sophie felt her heart being squeezed. Keefe's eyes had unshed tears in them. She reached up to cup the side of his face. Where was all of this coming from?

For the moment, her focus was on reassuring her boyfriend. She pressed her forehead to his. "Well..." she started out, "You're kind, you're funny, you're caring. I don't know what not to love about you."

"But I've hurt you," Keefe's voice cracked.

She gazed into his eyes. "You've made mistakes," Sophie agreed. "But you've been trying to fix them. That's what matters, okay? What's all of this about?"

He didn't speak.

"Talk to me," she pleaded. "What's going on?"

"I told you," Keefe pulled away. It created a gap between them. It was small, but to Sophie, it was an ocean. "I didn't think I'd get this far. I don't know how I'm supposed to get my life back on track now. I was counting on never getting the chance to. I don't know how to fix all of the things I've done."

Keefe sat on the bench that was placed out on the balcony. He propped his head in his hands, staring out at the ocean the house was built by. His eyes had a strange mix of sorrow, defeat, and numbness.

Sophie claimed the place beside him. She took his hand with one of her own. With the other, she brushed the hair away from his face.

"Hey, look at me." She waited for him to meet her eyes before saying, "It's ok. No, don't shake your head at me," she warned. "It will be, I promised. You're doing all that you can right now."

"You should hate me." The emotion leaked out into his voice. "Why don't you hate me?"

The tears falling down his face prompted some of her own. She wiped them from his cheek with her thumbs. "I've told you, I could never hate you. When are you going to start believing it?"

Keefe sank into her arms, burying his face in the crook of her neck. Sophie squeezed him tight, like she was trying to extract all of the hurt.

His cries eventually died down to sniffles. "I don't deserve you," he murmured.

Sophie trailed her hand down his back. Gosh... she loved him so much. So much more than he knew. And he was an Empath for crying out loud!

"Well, the good news," she said, kissing the top of his head. "Is I don't care if that's what you think. I love you anyway. Can't do anything about it."

She pulled back a little to look at him. His ice blue eyes still had tears in them, but a warmth soon took place of the pain. It wasn't gone, but it was faded.

Sophie loved him. Too much for her own good. It probably would be easier on her if it was possible for her to hate him, even a little.

But she didn't.

Keefe was hers. And he was broken. So very broken inside. But she'd already decided she'd spend her thousands of years she had as an elf putting him together back together again. He wouldn't be perfect. He never would be. But, then again, neither would she.

They had each other, though. And that was what mattered.

#kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #kotlc sophie foster #kotlc keefe sencen #sokeefe

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zvtara-was-never-canon · 1 year ago

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i think the reason why people don’t like mai for zuko is because zuko is already a very grumpy, angry, pessimistic person and so is mai soo they reasoning is that he needs somebody with a more opposite and optimistic, personality like jin and katara who are more nice and caring than mai idk cause zuko does cheer up a little at the end aand katara is more supporting at the end at least oor that’s what people say idk what do you think? why does zuko chooses mai and not jin or katara? and what do you think of the people who “knows whats best for z ??

Anon, I'm gonna be honest here: the people that genuinely dislike Mai with any kind of bias affecting their judgement are very rare. Anyone who tells you the overwhelming hate she gets, both as Zuko's girlfriend and as her own character, are not 99% the result of zutarians being bitter that she "stole Katara's man" are either lying to you or were lied to.

Mai, alongside Ty Lee, is one of the most chill antagonists of the show. Zuko was far grumpier and MUCH more furious than she ever was. Hell, her main deal is that she is always too chill because she was taught to repress her emotions and not voice her opinions.

THIS is why she is Zuko's true opposite, the yin to his yang. When he is letting his emotions cloud his judgement, she's the voice of reason. And in turn, when she's getting too distant, he makes get out of her shell and connect. They've had their issues, sure, but by the end of the show they were all pretty much fixed.

Also, I would NOT call Zuko a pessimistic character. He has low points and moments of panic, but that boy kept himself mostly sane during three years of exile by holding onto to hope that, maybe, just maybe, this supposedly dead enemy of his nation that had been seen in 100 years was not actually dead, thus his mission wasn't pointless, and he'd have a way home. Just look at how over-confident Zuko is battle and at how many life threatening situations he got himself into because he acted without a plan, assuming that everything would turn out alright somehow. That boy is an optimist. A grumpy, moody, reckless optimist, but still.

Again, that's the kind of situation where he and Mai would ballance each other out. She likes the thrill of these adventures as much he does, but she will NOT act without thinking. Hell, she won't even put up with stuff that is not dangerous but that she considers beaneath her (see her refusing to follow orders in "The Drill").

This is thing that really bothers me about shipping, not just in this fandom: people forget that no one wants to date their clone, but no one wants to date their COMPLETE opposite either. You need common ground.

Katara and Zuko have the same temperament - proud, strong-willed, stubborn, wearing their hearts in their sleeves, and willing to get VERY mean when pissed off (never forget the "The stars look beautiful tonight. Too bad you can't see them, Toph!"). Then being a couple would just BEGGING for them to have some very ugly fights. As for their differences? Like I've said a million times before, their goals in life are so different they wouldn't even live in the same country. How could a romance between EVER work?

Ty Lee's temperament would be a good ballance for Zuko's, but the most common ground they have is they hang out with the same two girls and maaaaybe Zuko believes in auras too since he basically demanded Mai to defend herself when Ty Lee insulted her aura (this is totally not me letting my headcanon of Zuko taking that stuff 100% serious and writting down everything Ty Lee says on the topic cloud my judgement). Other than that, we see that Zuko clearly wants to be Fire Lord, and while Ty Lee just wanted to go back to the circus or travel around with her new friends. We barely get any interaction between them, so acting like there's evidence for her to be his perfect match is quite the stretch.

Same for Jin. They got along well enough on their date, but that was just for short bit of an episode, not even the entire episode itself. That's too little to claim she could be "the one" for him.

With Mai meanwhile, we had a ton of episodes, in which we got to see their relationship's ups and downs, and see that they managed to bounce back from some pretty serious conflicts and still clearly adore each other after it all.

As for Zuko choosing her over any other girl, it's simple. He likes her. He likes her dry/sarcastic humor, how badass she is, how much she enjoys physical affection, how she doesn't put with any bullshit fro anyone (including himself), how she was bold enough to basically tell him, Azula and Ty Lee to fuck off, how pretty she is when she hates the world (unbelievably iconic line) etc.

Mai is Zuko's type of girl, she likes him back, and they are compatible, and thus they ended up together. It's not rocket science.

#anti zutara #pro maiko #pro mai

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honestlydarkprincess · 2 years ago

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9 for the bed sharing scenarios? 👉🏻👈🏻

boyfriend duties || read on ao3

“So, how exactly does one break their dresser anyway?” Buck asked as he pulled into the parking lot of IKEA. Eddie let out a long suffering sigh as he tumbled out of Buck’s jeep.

“Listen, I don’t know what happened. One minute I’m grabbing a t-shirt to wear to bed and the next there was a weird sound and then the whole thing just…collapsed,” Eddie explained, looking dumbfounded. “I didn’t even know it was broken.”

Buck shook his head as he chuckled. “Oh well, we’ll get you a new one and it’ll be like it never happened.”

Eddie sighed again but he couldn’t help but smile when Buck look at him like that, a hopeful look like he wanted Eddie to say yes, your plan will fix everything. And it would. Eddie knew he was pouting for no reason. Dressers broke all the time and if he was honest, he’d never much liked the dresser he had had. Sometimes change was good.

They entered the wonderfully bright and endlessly confusing IKEA and headed to the start of the maze.

“They should have more shortcuts. You mean to tell me I have to walk through this entire store to get to the dressers?” Eddie grumbled, looking at the signs above them.

“It’s not so bad, we can look at all the cool things they have,” Buck said, bouncing on his heels as he looked around like a kid in a candy store. “Oh, that reminds me, Chris was complaining that his reading lamp wasn’t working anymore. I thought it might have just been a burnt out lightbulb but it didn’t work when I changed it. We should take a look at the lamps while we’re here.”

“Sounds good,” Eddie said, feeling warm at how thoughtful Buck was. He hadn’t even known that Christopher’s lamp was broken but now that he thought about it, he could remember there being a lightbulb box in the recycling.

They took their time walking through the maze, Eddie indulgently letting Buck look at anything and everything that caught his eye. They had time, Christopher was spending the weekend with Tía Pepa so even if they didn’t get everything done today they still had tomorrow.

Finally though they found the dresser Eddie wanted, got all the information and headed towards the warehouse section. They stopped briefly in lighting and Buck was quite happy with the reading lamp he found as a replacement for Christopher’s broken one.

Once they had everything, they walked back to the parking lot. They struggled a bit to get everything into Buck’s jeep but finally they were able to maneuver the dresser into the back.

“We really should have taken the truck,” Eddie mumbled, looking at the awkward way the dresser was jammed into the jeep.

“It just has to hold until we get home,” Buck said absently, making sure everything was tucked in as much as possible before shutting the door.

Eddie didn’t miss the easy way Buck referred to the Diaz house as home and it made something in his heart swell. Because it was. It was home for the both of them and Christopher.

“You’re quiet,” Buck observed. It was about fifteen minutes into their drive back that he finally spoke up because Eddie hadn’t said a word since they left the parking lot.

“Yeah, shit, sorry. I was just thinking,” Eddie replied, feeling his cheeks heat. Buck was going out of his way to help him today and here he was, getting lost in his thoughts and ignoring him. He shook off the weird mood that had settled over him like a cloud and gave Buck his full attention.

They chatted the rest of the way home and time just seemed to fly by as they set about getting the new dresser into the house and into Eddie’s bedroom.

The next few hours passed in a series of “Buck, it goes here, look at the picture—“ and “I am looking at the picture, Eddie, and it goes over here!”

Finally they had frame of the dresser built and all that was left were the drawers. Since it was nearing dinner time they decided to take a break and finish the rest afterwards. Dinner passed quickly along with a couple episodes of the new show on Netflix they had been watching together.

“C’mon, we should get back to it,” Buck said, clapping Eddie on the knee as he stood up from the couch and stretched, groaning as his joints popped.

Eddie sighed but followed Buck to his bedroom, taking in the mess of furniture pieces and the packaging the dresser had come in. Feeling overwhelmed by the mess, Eddie sat on the edge of the bed and flopped back so he was laying down.

“It’s not too bad, Eds,” Buck said, echoing his earlier words. “We just need to get the drawers finished and the knobs put in. We can move your clothes and things in tomorrow.”

“I should have just used the closet, why did I get another dresser? I don’t even like dressers, I hate folding clothes. God invented hangers for a reason.”

Buck laughed. “Let’s go, c’mon. Just a little bit longer.”

“I’m exhausted, babe. Let’s just do it tomorrow.” Eddie groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes. When he was met with silence he groaned again and sat up, expecting to see Buck waiting for him to get up and help. But Buck was staring at him in shock. “What? What’s wrong?”

Buck was still kneeling on the ground, holding the instructions in his hand. “You, uh, you called me babe.”

“Oh,” Eddie blushed. “Sorry, I wasn’t thinking—”

Buck cut him off with a kiss. Eddie froze the second Buck’s lips touched his and he stayed frozen, long enough that Buck seemed to wilt against him, pulling away.

“Fuck,” Buck gasped, looking stricken. “I’m sorry— I shouldn’t have done that. I thought— I thought you calling me babe meant— although actually now that I think about it, it really doesn’t mean anything. I mean, for all I know you call all your friends pet names. I’ve literally never heard you use a pet name before but who knows—”

This time it was Eddie who cut Buck off with a kiss. Buck groaned, shuffling closer to where Eddie was sat on the edge of the bed so they could kiss without straining their necks so much. Eddie tugged Buck up off the floor and onto the bed. They broke apart, breathing heavily as Buck sprawled out on the bed underneath Eddie.

Eddie wasn’t sure how long they stayed like that, making out like teenagers but eventually the kisses got softer, less hungry and more languid. Eddie pulled back, taking in the flush on Buck’s cheeks and his swollen, spit-slick lips. He took a minute to marvel at the pretty picture Buck made, all kiss drunk.

And then Buck took the opportunity to completely ruin the moment. “We still have to build that fucking dresser.”

Eddie got off him with a groan, slapping Buck’s chest playfully when the other man does nothing but laugh. “Shut up, Buckley.”

“Or what, Diaz?”

“Or you’ll finish building that dresser all by yourself,” Eddie replied, looking smug.

“Isn’t it your dresser? Why should I build it myself?” Buck teased, even though they both knew that if Eddie asked, Buck would built it in a heartbeat without Eddie having to lift a finger.

“Boyfriend duties.”

“Oh?” And Buck looked so happy, smiling as bright as the sun, that Eddie couldn’t help but lean in to kiss the smile from his lips. Eddie found that he liked the taste of joy on Buck. When he pulled back, Buck said, “So, I’m your boyfriend?”

“I was hoping you would be,” Eddie replied softly.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Buck said, trying to joke but sincerity shined through. He really hadn’t thought Eddie would ever ask— that they would ever get to this point.

“Well, I’m asking now.”

“Yeah, Eds. I want to be your boyfriend.”

“Oh good, ‘cause I have your first official boyfriend task right here,” Eddie joked, nodding his head towards the half built dresser.

Buck laughed but went to move off of the bed. He was stopped by a hand on his wrist and then Eddie was tugging him back into bed.

“I changed my mind, the dresser can wait.”

“Good call, Diaz. Good call.”

#I HOPE YOU LIKE IT #I TWEAKED THE PROMPT #LIKE A LOT #SORRY #but inspiration struck!#jess.writes #my writing #my fics #buddie #buddie fic #buddie fluff #buddie ficlet #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 fox #911 abc #911 fic #jess.fics

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eeunoia · 2 years ago

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ENHYPEN Mini Series

E N H Y P E N in an Apocalypse

part two

pairings: kim sunoo x reader

summary: being stuck in an apocalypse made you lose and gain something.

short background: before the outbreak happened, the spread of the infection happened when one of the student went to the science laboratory and got bitten by an infected animal.

THIS SERIES ARE INSPIRED BY THE SERIES: ALL OF US ARE DEAD.

warnings: blood, violence, mention of abuse and everything about a zombie apocalypse. (let me know if i forgot something)

word count: 8k

important note📎: sorry if the style of my update changed. i’m only using phone from now on, please understand. i will fix it once i get the chance.

note📎: Hi I just want to give you heads up that some scenes may be similar from the series. I give full credits to them! I hope you guys liked it! it really means a lot to me whenever you let me know what you think about them, re-blogs and comments are well appreciated. btw, i love you guys and thank you for supporting me up until now. have a nice day/night! 🤍

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You are still looking at Sunoo’s eyes when both of your heads snapped over to the side when one of your classmates screamed. You saw how his face are now filled with bloods that came from the infected reaching over him through the window.

Your brows raised in worry, but soon eases down when you saw that your classmates came to help him right away. Heeseung told them to stack some tables and chairs to block them from grabbing or pushing in more. You all obliged and do as he say with no words. Sunoo was near you all along, never leaving your side.

Honestly, you’re really thankful for him. This is beyond your expectation. While you are placing the chairs, your eyes caught a cut by one of his hands. You furrowed your brows and quickly reached over him.

“Y-You have a cut.” you stated and glanced at him. Sunoo’s amused at the first time seeing your worried eyes darted at him.

He gulped and felt emotions errupting over his chest. He couldn’t explain the things you are slowly making him feel. He licked his lower lip and can’t even find the words he’s about to say. It was like his brain just short circuited.

“It was cut with the w-window...” his words trailed slower as your hand graced his soft ones. He gulped, mind clouded by the thought of your sudden affection.

“Oh no. We need to clean it.” you said very worried and started roaming your eyes around the room to look for the first aid kit.

Sunoo was about to stop you and assure you that he was fine, but it was too late. You already left and went to get the first aid. He stood there, right where you left him. His eyes followed you silently.

“Found it.” your smile was so bright the moment you took a hold of that small box. You walked back to Sunoo and he can’t help but to smile at you, eyes gazing softly.

“Let me see.” you reached over his arm and leaned closer to see the cut by his hand. It was bleeding and you bet its a bit deep.

You winced a little like as if it was you who will suffer the pain. Sunoo chuckled, “How is it?” he asked.

You glanced at him, “A bit deep. I need to clean this then put some ointment.”

He didn’t even glanced at his cut and kept his stares right at you. He nodded with a small smile before you finally started cleaning his cut to put the ointment in. Through out the whole session, he was just silently watching you carefully cleaning his wound. He have this small smile, admiring you.

“There, finish.” you uttered and even smiled proudly when you saw how you finally put an ointment and something to cover his cut.

Sunoo smiled and finally took glance of what you did, “Wow. Thank you, I feel so much better.” he said sincerely.

You glanced at him and you can’t help but to blush at the sight of him smiling warmly. You stared at him and he did the same thing, none of you talked and just enjoyed that small moment.

“You lost it?! How could you!” both of you turned your heads when you heard someone raising their voice.

The first one you saw was (nk’s y/n) lowering her head and in front of her was (sh’s y/n). She seemed very mad. Sunghoon took action right away and walked closer to stop her. Someone walked pass by you, and you saw that it was Sunoo because he quickly went closer to (nk’s y/n).

You watch how he stood in front of her, protecting her from (sh’s y/n)’s rage. You blinked a couple of times while watching the scene carefully. Something with the way Sunoo acted right away and the way he held (nk’s y/n) makes you feel something bitter.

You knew they were close. Ni-ki and Sunoo are good friends and since they hang out a lot of times, its not surprising that (nk’s y/n) gets to go with them because of Ni-ki. The two of them are always together, anyway. Sunoo and (nk’s y/n) closeness are pretty noticeable by a lot of people that some rumors about them liking each other circulated the whole campus.

For you, it was somehow justifiable. From the way the two of them acts and how Sunoo watches her with smiles over his face just explains a lot of things. You teared your eyes away from the scene and gulped. You tried breathing, filling some oxygen to your lungs. In some reasons, you kind of felt something unexplainable.

You almost hit yourself unconsciously. Not just because Sunoo showed you little kindness, you’ll start to assume things about it. Maybe because the treatment was foreign for you that’s why you can’t help but to put other meaning to it. You forgot that Sunoo was naturally kind. At least now, you are aware.

You looked back at them when you heard (nk’s y/n)’s cries. Your heart aches with her because she just knew Ni-ki was not here with you. Unconsciously, you roamed your eyes around and realized that he is really not here. You are too occupied with Sunoo that failed to notice it.

If it was the old you, you probably the first one to know that he was not here. You watch how Sunoo comforts (nk’s y/n). Like her, he looked so worried and sad after knowing that his friend was not here.

Slowly you started looking around, to observe your surroundings. Heeseung was at the corner, face blank and spacing out. Even with the commotions going on, he seemed to be mentally absent. At the far other corner was Sunghoon together with the still angry (sh’s y/n). He was still saying something to her, but you’re too far to even hear.

Some of your classmates are slowly minding their own businesses. You, too, decided to walk towards an empty chair and sat over it. Things are clearly getting worst and out of hand. Hopefully help will come sooner.

You snapped back to reality when a chair moved beside you and when you glance, Sunoo made (nk’s y/n) sit down beside you. He glanced at you and you were quick to look away.

You pursed your lips and looked at her worriedly. She’s still crying and you completely understand. Or do you?

Your fist balled. It finally dawned unto you that you don’t fully understand what she feels, because to start with you never lost anyone yet. All your life, you were all alone. You have no one beside you.

Yes you might have imagined how would it be having somebody, but that’s it. It was all in your head.

“Hey,” you snapped back to reality when you heard Sunoo’s soft voice as he kneeled in front of (nk’s y/n) so he can see her eyes.

You watch silently. “It will be all right. Ni-ki’s very athletic and he’s smart! I’m sure he’s somewhere safe.” he tried comforting her and reached over her cheeks to wipe off those tears.

You looked away and gulped, feeling that lump between your throat. That's not something you should feel, but you cannot help it. Your whole emotions are a mess right now and they’re the least of your concern in situations like this.

After letting out a sigh, you slowly and carefully reached over (nk’s y/n)’s shoulder, “Sunoo’s right.” you tried saying those two words that almost made you tremble. That was the very first time you tried comforting somebody.

You didn’t even know if you did well, but you saw from your peripheral view that Sunoo glanced at you. When (nk’s y/n) turned and looked at you with her tearful eyes, you almost thought you messed that up. The thought was interrupted when she suddenly hugged you, crying even more.

“I’m scared, Y/n! I don’t want to lose him too.” her voice cracked due to crying, but that’s not what left you in shock.

The fact that she knows your name is what surprised you the most. You blinked a couple of times before you slowly leaned in and gave in to her embrace. It was warm, despite the cold emotions enveloping the two of you. You caress her back then continued muttering comforting words.

Your heart ache with her, but also pounding with so much emotions because of the things you are currently experiencing. All of these are new for you, and none of it is what you’re expecting.

When she managed to calm down, you both are still sat beside each other. None talked after that, and you respect that she doesn’t want to talk about it. You just remained their beside her. Sunoo was with the other boys, roaming the room and checking for something useful.

The silence were broken when one of your classmates suddenly talked.

“Y-Yah (friend’s name)... y-you’re bitten.” they were referring to (jw’s y/n)’s best-friend. You saw her standing near her, tears started to form her eyes.

Your eyes watered as well just by watching a heart breaking scene. Her nose was bleeding, but she still managed to show bright smiles to cheer for you guys. You pursed your lips, trying hard to stop yourself from crying and shedding tears. How come you feel so much pain just by seeing her say her goodbyes? You aren’t even close with her.

You are still watching when you felt (nk’s y/n) hugging you. You can hear her soft sniffles, “J-Just how many more are we going to lose?” she mumbled, only for you to hear.

She was right. It was very cruel. You are just normal students, trying to survive school and then suddenly you’re fighting to survive this outbreak. This isn’t something you are expecting to happen. This things are just seen in movies, you didn’t actually thought this could occur in real life.

The whole room fell silent and the loss were very evident. Jungwon was beside (jw’s y/n) comforting her. She was obviously affected by the loss of someone important for her.

You jolted when you heard another glass being shattered. Those infected that were just outside are not stopping until they can get inside the lab. They’re starting to breakthrough and seriously, its worrying you.

“Its just a matter of time before they managed to get inside.” Sunoo said, while staring seriously at that side of the room.

You glanced at him before you looked back at the awful scene. “You’re right.”

Seems like the other boys noticed that as well, because Sunoo was called by Jungwon to talked about something. The boys started discussing something serious.

“Why, hyung?” Sunoo asked the moment he walked closer to his friends.

“We need to find another place. This one is not safe anymore. Soon, they will break their way in.”Jay said getting straight to the point. There's no time for them to spare.

Just like how Sunoo thought a while ago. It sure is starting to get alarming. Jungwon agreed right away as he nod his head. Then they silently started to think of a way to escape this room. Clearly, they’re in a very complicated spot.

They can’t go outside the doors since its packed and surely even before they can make it out, the whole room will be filled with the infected and they will be a feast for all of them.

All of them thought the same and almost lost hope. It was almost like a dead end for all of them.

“Is there no other way out?”

“None. It's just these two doors and the window.” Sunghoon answered and instantly, all of them looked at the big windows.

Sunoo saw how his friend was staring right at them like as if plotting something inside his head.

“We can try going outside of the window.” Jungwon said after a couple of minutes. Even before Sunoo can react to what the younger one said, he started following him as he walked towards the hose that according to him will serve as their ‘ladders’ to go at the room beneath them.

“Will this be strong enough to hold us?” Jay asked curious and even pulled the hose up to check the length of it.

Sunoo roamed his eyes over his friends as they discuss this seriously. Seems like he’s the only one finding this very odd and extreme. As he watch them silently, he came to realize that there’s no such things as extreme or risky at moments like this. What happening was already something unexplainable so taking big risks should be the preferable choice than get eaten by the infected.

Sunoo planned and helped them came along with things needed for what they’ll do. They searched the whole place, trying to find more things.

On the other hand, your brows furrowed while watching the boys busy themselves. Even if you’re wondering and curious, you can’t make yourself go approach Sunoo and asked him what’s going on.

Thankfully, to feed your curiosity, he came close to you so he can check you and (nk’s y/n).

“What’s going on?” she beats you to asking the question.

Sunoo’s eyes are darted to you so he glanced at her to answer her question, “The room is not safe anymore. We’re moving to a different one.”

Your heart raced at what he said. While you hear (nk’s y/n) complains and rants about it, you silently looked at the side of the room where the infected were. It wasn’t looking too good for you. Obviously, they will surely break in. That would be really dangerous.

“Hey,” you jolted when you felt a hand held you.

You twist your head and looked at Sunoo. “Sorry...” he apologized, but his worried expression remained.

“Are you okay?” he asked. You licked your lips, cheeks burning red because you feel a bit embarrassed for being so jumpy.

“Yeah, sorry.”

He kept his stares for a bit more before he nodded his head. “We’ll be moving rooms.”

“Where are we going? I mean... I’m not seeing any exit.” you stated with a very worried tone.

Sunoo sighed and then pointed at the window. Just in time, you saw how the other boys are throwing the hose outside. Your heart fell just by thinking about going through the window.

“N-No, that’s too dangerous.”

Sunoo licked his lips as he saw panic lured at your eyes. He understands, like you, he was a little hesitant at first as well. It was pretty high and the rope you’ll be using was sketchy.

“It will be all right. You can do it.” he comforts you and held both of your shoulders.

Your eyes teared away from the window and looked over at Sunoo. He leaned down so he can see your eyes perfectly, “I’ll be just here. I’ll look out for you.” his voice sounded too soft for your stomach not to churn.

You gulped and licked your lower lip once, not breaking the eye contact.

“I h-have fear of heights.”

Both of his brows raised, finally understanding the panic in your eyes the moment he mentioned that you’ll get out through the windows. He sighed and stood properly before pulling you towards the closest chair and made you sit.

He sat down and cupped your face then leaned closer. You hitched your breath because of his action, “Just don’t look down and you’ll be good. Okay?”

You sighed and slowly found yourself lost in his comforting beautiful fox-like eyes, they were softly gazing at you. You nodded and a smile appears over his lips.

“That’s my girl. I know you can do it.”

You were spacing out while waiting for your turn to go down the audio-visual room. The first one to go was Sunghoon, to check if its really safe to move there. After a couple of minutes, he shouted that it is safe and that your homeroom teacher is even there.

You are happy to hear about it, but the fact that you still have to go through the window terrifies you. Yes, Sunoo did managed to calm you down, but you can't just make your fear go away that easily. You are still very worried and scared.

A hand held your arm and as you turn to look at the person, it was (nk’s y/n). She smiled at you, “I heard from Sunoo that you’re afraid of heights?”

You nodded and pursed your lips. She nodded once, “I can go first before you so you can see that its totally safe, okay?”

Your stares remain at her and you can’t help but to feel that unfamiliar warmth. Is this how it feels to have people caring for you? It surely feels very heart warming. You cannot explain the joy and other emotions its giving you. All you know is that its something you truly love to feel.

You smiled, eyes becoming slightly teary. “T-Thank you.” you mumbled, shy.

She chuckled and lightly taps you.

“That’s what friends do!” she exclaimed that caught you off-guard.

‘Friend?’ She’s your friend now? You have a friend now?

Even before you can say something, she was called by one of your classmates because its already her turn to go down the rope. She glanced at them and nodded before looking back at you.

“Let’s go, y/n! I’ll wait for you there.” she then smiled and started walking towards them.

You followed shortly and Sunoo stood beside you after he helped her get up to the table. You watch how Jay instructs her carefully, like telling her the things she needs to do. She listens attentively and you silently utter a prayer that she’ll make it down safely.

“(nk’s y/n) very adventurous. That’s only a piece of cake for her.” your head turns at your side and saw how Sunoo was staring down at you, despite talking about (nk’s y/n).

It seems like he was watching you for a while now so you felt a little shy. You don’t know how you look, worrying for her.

“R-Really?”

He nodded, “Ni-ki and her grew up together and both of them are truly fearless.”

You slowly smiled along with him before you glanced back at her who’s now getting ready to go down. Her eyes caught yours and she waved with a smile, “See you there!” she said and you nodded.

When she slowly went down your mind started to go blank as well. “She said we’re friends. I have a friend now.”

Sunoo’s stares remain darted at you. Hearing that from you made him feel things. He felt bad because you really don’t deserve to feel like you have no one. He also feel slightly angry to himself for not noticing you in his class right away. He should’ve not focus on his small circle and tried even more to socialize.

People around him may think that he’s someone very friendly and that he’s the social butterfly, but the truth is he’s someone who likes to keep his circle small. Despite being nice to everyone around him, he doesn’t let them in his circle easily. For Sunoo, he wants those who he trusts the most to be the ones around him everytime. And he really thinks you’ll be one of them from now on.

He sighed and gulped before pushing his doubt beside. He’s afraid to make bold moves, afraid that it’ll scare you off. But he really thinks you deserve a hug.

Carefully, he held your arm and pulled you closer to him. He caged you with a tight warm embrace.

“You won’t be alone from now on.”

You smiled and nuzzle over his chest. After a couple of seconds, you pulled out of the hug and smiled at each other. Soon, you are the one who will go down next.

Sunoo accompanied you and helped you get up to the table. He’s looking at you when you glanced at him. He nodded and gave you an encouraging smile.

“Don’t look down and breath.” he reminds you before Jay took over to assist you.

“Take your time, y/n. Carefully use your other leg to look for the next loop. Sunghoon will be by the other window waiting for you.” he said and you nodded before finally going down.

The moment the cold wind blew towards you, you lost it. Heart raced in uncomfortable phase. It was like you are starting to have difficult time in breathing. You closed your eyes and grunt. You tried taking continuous breathings.

“You’re doing great! Try to reach for the other loop, y/n.” that was Jay.

You don’t know for how long you are staying there, but you are already shedding tears. The feeling of being out the window and just having a rope to support you was extremely terrifying you.

“You got this y/n.” your eyes snapped open when you heard Sunoo’s voice cheering for you.

You raised your head and saw him beside Jay, smiling. “Slowly, okay? Don’t look down!”

You bit your lower lip and nodded before slowly lowering your other leg to reach for the next loop.

“Slowly...” you mumbled.

“That’s it! You got it, y/n!” it was now Sunghoon who’s below you, seeing you finally managed to find the next loop.

You sighed out and after that, the next loops are now easier to find. It still very scary, but experiencing that once made you familiar of the feeling and slowly get yourself used to it.

As you arrived to the last loop, you heard some of them cheering from above and Sunghoon’s arm wrapped over your waist to assist you inside.

“You did great.” he smiled and helped you get down.

You were greeted by a warm hug by (nk’s y/n). “Y/n! You did great!” she compliments you and you can’t help but to smile, despite the tears over your face.

“I was so s-scared.”

She pulls off from the hug, “You’re here now and you did a very good job.”

You thanked her and soon, your homeroom teacher greeted you by a hug as well. She mumbles how she’s very glad to see you fine. Your heart felt warm, having them around you right now. Even if you’re in a very dangerous situation, you feel much better knowing that you aren’t alone.

One by one, your classmates made it to the audio-visual room. When Sunoo arrived, he quickly greeted you with a hug and a smile.

“You did so well.” he didn’t forgot to compliment you.

“You too.”

Both of you pulled off from the hug when you all heard that Jungwon’s in trouble. One of the zombies managed to hold over one of his leg.

“Wait, is that Ni-ki?” you snapped your head over to (nk’s y/n) when you heard Sunghoon said that.

She furrowed her brows and walked closer the window, “Ni-ki?” she asked hopeful.

“Kick it, hyung!” just by hearing that voice, you are certain it is really Ni-ki.

The happiness over (nk’s y/n)’s face when she heard that was unexplainable. She bit her lower lip and held your arm, anticipating for when they will manage to get inside.

“What do you think am I doing?!” Jungwon shouted back, seems like they’re really having a hard time shaking off that one infected student.

“I will jump to you hyung!”

All of your eyes grew big when you heard what he just said. Panicking, some of their friends went near the window. Jay even climbed over, just in case they needed some help.

“Jump? He lost his mind.” Sunoo mumbled and shake his head before approaching too to check if they can do something about it.

But even before they can make an alternative solution, Ni-ki already took the risk of jumping over his Jungwon hyung making everyone scream.

You saw how Sunoo rolled his eyes and let out a sigh before walking back close to you. Your worried eyes remained.

“Are they okay?”

He nodded, “Yes. Don’t worry.”

Soon enough, you really did saw the two of them going inside. (nk’s y/n) rushed her way towards her best friend and cage her in a tight embrace. She was crying hard that made Ni-ki’s playful smirk dissipate.

After that, some of your classmates found a computer. They all went to crowd it while you and (nk’s y/n) decided to sit down at the corner.

“I really thought I would lose him... I was so scared.” she suddenly said and as you finally follow her line of sight, she was looking at Ni-ki.

You pursed your lips. “I’m glad he’s okay too.”

She smiled and glanced at you. “Do you think I should confess to him?”

Your eyes grew big at what she said. You didn’t really expect her to have feelings for Ni-ki since they pretty much are bickering every time and you definitely didn’t expect her to tell that to you so suddenly.

She chuckled, “Is it really not that obvious? Maybe why he have no clue, huh?”

You cleared your throat. “I w-was just surprised.”

“How about you, y/n? Do you like someone?”

She once again caught you off-guard by the sudden attack of question.

“M-Me?” it was a little embarrassing how you’re stuttering just by talking about these things. When you try to remember the people that you watch while talking about the people they like, they don’t get as shy as you are right now.

Maybe because its your first time?

“Yes, you. Do you like someone?” she repeats her question and glanced at you. She was waiting patiently and honestly, its making you really nervous.

“Promise, it will be just between the two of us.” she added.

You gulped and dropped your gazes at your fidgeting fingers. “Sunoo.” you mumbled too softly that she failed to catch it the first time.

“Who?” and she even leaned closer so she can hear it properly.

You sighed and shut your eyes. “Kim Sunoo.”

You didn’t open your eyes just yet and when you fail to hear any reaction from her, you opened your eyes and saw that she have the biggest and brightest teasing smile.

“That’s crazy because I actually think he likes you back!”

Your eyes grew big and cheeks suddenly turned bright red because of what you heard. You shake your head.

“N-No. Impossible. He’s just nice to everyone—”

“Trust me he does! I mean it. Kim Sunoo do—”

“I what?”

Both of you snapped your heads towards the right when suddenly someone talked. Your heart fell when you saw Sunoo looking at the two of you with a confuse and curious face. Seems like he heard his name. Your face turned red as you quickly felt nervous by thinking he just heard what you two was just talking about.

Behind Sunoo follows Ni-ki with a serious face. Feeling intimidated by his gaze you looked away while (nk’s y/n) chuckles cutely.

“Nothing!” she said and when you look at her. Ni-ki was already standing beside her holding her hand, trying to get her attention.

You felt a warm hand reaching over yours and heart thumping fast just by the contact with his skin.

“What is it?” you gulped before slowly trailing your eyes towards Sunoo.

He got this anticipating look on his face.

You bit your lower lip and found yourself drawn over his stares. He didn’t looked away and just enjoyed your moment. So did you. Even with your heart thumping so fast, cold sweats forming over your skin, and mind going blank, you managed to keep your eyes darted at the pretty boy in front of you.

“N-Nothing.” you stuttered.

The corner of his lips lifted before he looked away, finding you adorable. His gaze dropped at his fingers playing with yours. He smiled and sighed.

“Nothing, hmm?” he doesn’t know what to say, because he was starting to get occupied by the thought of you and also the look on your eyes just a while ago. They were alluring... making him feeling a lot of things.

You two eventually changed the topic and talked about some other things. It was just random topics and you enjoyed it. You always wonders how people can stand talking for a long time without running out of things to talk to. But after actually experiencing it, you realized it is possible to talk nonstop. Especially if its with someone you really like.

Your heads snapped over to the side when one of your classmates yelped. You stood in surprise as the boys quickly went to rescue. An infected managed to get himself tangled by the hose you used and tried to grab your classmate. Thankfully, it was soon resolved but it cost the computer.

You thought its finally over, but (sh’s y/n) once again made a commotion saying that Sunghoon got scratched by the infected a while ago. Sunoo furrowed his brows while standing beside you, silently watching.

“You shut up! And if he transforms suddenly you can save all of us?” (sh’s y/n) said, trying to stand her point that he really did got scratched.

Ni-ki and Sunoo sighed heavily, unamused. Clearly, they’re slowly getting tired of the scenes she was consecutively making. You also think it was unnecessary, but at some point you also think that maybe she’s just really scared. Fear can do a lot of things to people.

“Okay! That’s enough!”

Finally, your home room teacher stepped in between and tried to resolve the problem. You can see how offended and upset Sunghoon looked. Jay was standing beside him, mumbling calming words to keep him from taking any more steps towards (sh’s y/n).

“I think she really pushed hyung’s button now.” Sunoo commented and sighed.

You pouted and didn’t say anything. They often fight even before, but this so far is the most extreme one. You never seen Sunghoon looked upset whenever they argue before.

They came up with the solution of letting Sunghoon stay inside the recording room for an hour. Some suggested that thirty minutes will be enough, but he insisted.

While waiting for an hour, you all tried to get some rest. Sunoo stood up and you followed him using your eyes. He went towards where some of your classmates are crowding. Holding one cup over his hand, he tried getting some water.

“Here,”

“Thank you.” and you took a sip from the water he got for you.

You are slowly getting comfortable with the things he’s doing for you. He is truly nice.

“Aren’t you thirsty?” you tried offering your water and he smiled right away.

“I already had water before I gave you, don’t worry.”

You smiled and nodded.

“I don’t want to offend you, but can I just ask something?” he suddenly opens up. You looked at him with raised eyebrows

“Yeah?”

“Are you new to this school?” he asked, he looked nervous for some reason. “I don’t think I see you a lot around the campus so I thought that maybe you’re a transferee?”

You put the cup down and chuckled a little. “We’ve been classmates for three years now.”

His eyes grew big as his mouth gapped open. It made you let out more chuckles. His reaction was really priceless. He looked so surprised, like as if he doesn’t want to believe it himself.

“A-Are you serious?”

You nodded continuously, “Yes.”

He raised one of his hand and covered his mouth, “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

You smiled, “You don’t have to feel sorry. It was always like that.”

He pursed his lips, unable to find the right words to say. He just kept his stares at your eyes, enjoying the moment. Looking at them, you can’t see any pity over them. More like he looked regretful. You’re not sure about what, but he looks like it.

Your head dropped when you felt his warm hands enveloping yours. He carefully lifted your hand and started to caress it slowly. As you lift you head, you met his soft stares.

“I wish I knew you sooner.”

You smiled, “Really? I’m a very boring person.” and you followed it with a chuckle to ease the awkwardness.

“You’re not.” he smiled, “Trust me, you’re not.”

You smiled and nodded. Sunoo scootted closer and made you rest your head over his shoulder as you continue your conversation. Even before you know it, (sh’s y/n) was already getting inside the recording room to say sorry to Sunghoon.

Everyone silently watched.

“You know we used to tease hyung because he’s always too obvious about his feelings for her.” Sunoo said.

With a surprised look, you glanced at him. “Sunghoon likes her?”

Sunoo laughs, “Yeah. Funny, right?”

You chuckled and nodded your head before looking back at the two. After hearing what Sunoo said, seeing him hugging her tightly right now just made sense. That’s why he was always there whenever she was in trouble.

Your homeroom teacher soon said that everyone should get some rest because its been a really long and tiring day. After she said that, you suddenly felt your whole body aching. The exhaustion finally got into you. With all the running and things you did a while ago, its not much a surprise to have every part of you aching.

“Wear this. It’s cold.” you looked at Sunoo’s coat that he took off for you to wear.

“What about you?”

“I’m good. Just take it.”

You nodded and accepted his coat before you silently watch him walk towards by the door. Since its really not safe to just leave the doors unattended, the boys agreed to take turns in guarding them. You salute them. They’re really not responsible to do all of these, but still they choose to look after you. In your opinion, you wouldn’t have got here without them.

While watching Sunoo chat with his friend, your eyes suddenly started to feel more heavy. You’re trying to fight it, but soon enough tiredness took over and you fell asleep.

On the other hand, after almost two hours of guarding the door, Sunoo got replaced with Jay so he tapped his shoulder and headed your way.

A small smile appeared across his face seeing you sleeping peacefully. Carefully, he sat beside you and gently placed your head at his shoulder for a more comfortable position.

“I’ll protect you.” he whispered.

The next day, some of your classmates came up with an idea to go down the faculty room to get a phone to call for help. It happen to be the room down where you guys are currently are.

Your licked your lips, kind of nervous for what they’re thinking of. It’s very dangerous and knowing that it could be full of infected people just makes it even worst.

“Are you sure about this?” your home-room teacher asked, a bit hesitant to let her students go.

“Yes. We need to at least try.” Jungwon said.

You pursed your lips and your teacher was left with no choice, but to let them. They asked who will go with Jungwon and you saw the fear over (nk’s y/n)’s face when she saw her bestfriend raising his hand.

“No, why would you do that?” she whispers towards him.

You watch silently as Ni-ki tries to console her. Sunoo held your arm, “Hey,”

You glanced and pouted, “I feel bad letting you boys do the risky stuff.”

He shakes his head and smiled.

“We’re doing these because we want to protect all of you.” he said, assuring you.

You didn’t say anything else after that and Sunoo was called by Jay. Since they’ll be left here, Jungwon asked them to keep things secure while they’re out to get a phone.

You are silent as you help them gather magazines to wrap towards the two boys. (nk’s y/n) was beside you, very quiet. Only her soft sniffs can be heard.

You reached for her hand and squeezed it a bit, trying to let her know that you’re there for her and that everything’s going to be fine. She smiled, despite the tears over her eyes.

You helped her put magazines over Ni-ki. Both of them are silent, like as if there’s a heavy atmosphere lingering around them. Ni-ki was just watching her carefully while (nk’s y/n) continues to wrap him up.

“I’m going to get some tape.” she said and exits herself as she wipes off the tears on her eyes.

You sighed and resumes on what you are doing.

“y/n, right?” your eyes lifted over to Ni-ki when he said that.

You gave him a short nod.

“Please look after (nk’s y/n) while I’m gone. I heard from her that you two had been pretty close lately.”

You didn’t expect to hear those things. Still a bit caught off-guard, you tried flashing a small smile at him.

“D-Don’t worry. I will.”

He smiled a little. “Thanks.”

After finishing setting them, they both left the audio-visual room through the window. Everyone watches silently, praying that they will be back safe.

You held (nk’s y/n)’s hand. “He will be back.”

She glanced and flashed a small smile. “He better be.”

You have no idea for how long have you been waiting, but the next thing you knew Ni-ki was back alone. He said that a lot of infected were inside the faculty. Something happened that lead Jungwon to go the other way, leaving him to go through the window alone.

You saw the fear, sadness, regrets over Jungwon’s friend’s faces. You walked over Sunoo and held his arm. His head twist towards your direction and your heart almost crack at how sad he looked.

“I s-should’ve volunteered.”

You shut your eyes and slowly pulled him into a hug, “I’m sure he’s alright.” you mumbled too softly just for him to calm down.

The absence of Jungwon sure gave a lot of impact. Everyone was quiet and for almost an hour, nobody talks or dared to open up what just happened.

Not until one of your classmates remembered about the drone they got from the science lab. Hope errupts as they one of them tried to maneuver it outside the room, off to search for Yang Jungwon.

You all watch in silence as some gave directions to where the drone should fly. At first, all you can see are flocks of infected students scattered around the whole building. Some vacant rooms and a whole other mess. You can almost see the disappointment over their faces, but Sunghoon suddenly saw something.

“Isn’t that the baseball bat you gave Jungwon?” he asked and quickly caught everyone’s attention.

The cheers were so loud the moment Jungwon was seen at the screen of your classmate’s phone. Sunoo cheered as he hugs you beside him. You smiled widely and jumped in joy with him. You are so glad he’s okay and even find Jake.

Soon, another plan was made. The next objection was to move to where Jungwon and Jake are then from there, you guys will move to the rooftop. They figured that if help will come, the easiest way that they can pick you up is from there.

“Aren’t they drawn by noise?” Jay asked.

Everybody nodded their heads before he suddenly looked over the recording room.

“Why don’t we use the speaker to lure them in and while they’re busy doing that, we can just run towards the music room.” he said.

Your mouth gapped at how smart he is for actually coming up with such an idea. As expected, all of you agrees and then you started gearing up for the move.

“Are you all set up?” you glanced at Sunoo who came up behind you.

You smiled and nodded your head. “Yes. How about you?” and you roamed your eyes from his head to toe.

“Yeah.”

You nodded and glanced at his eyes.

“Stay near me, okay?”

Letting out a chuckle, you reached over his uniform to slightly fix his collar. “I will. Look out for yourself too. I can handle myself.”

“I will protect you.”

You chuckled and nodded, “I know, but you have to protect yourself too.”

“Alright.”

He held your hand as you all head outside the audiovisual room after successfully luring them over the other side. It was very thrilling and you can almost feel your heart bursting. Sunoo’s hand was holding you tight as he walk in front of you.

It was going well until you made it to the next stairs up to the floor where Jungwon was. One of your classmates bumped into the metal railing a loud sound to errupt, catching the attention of a lot of biters.

When you all glanced at the side, you couldn’t explain the fear you felt the moment you saw how they slowly turn their heads over at your direction one by one.

“Run!” Jay shouted that snapped you back to your senses.

Screaming and panicking, all of you tried running up stairs. Sunoo quickly pulled you and made you go first.

“Both of you go first!” he said and Ni-ki even placed (nk’s y/n) near you as he ready himself to fight the infected running after you.

You nodded and started going upstairs. You screamed and fell over the floor when someone pushed you. Jungwon and Jake went out to come help you.

You grunt and tried getting up, but your feet was stuck at a chair. It needs to be lifted up for you to pull your feet. You tried moving it but it was too heavy for you. Something heavy was preventing the chair to move.

“y/n!” (nk’s y/n) exclaimed and quickly went to help you. She tried lifting the heavy thing, but it didn’t even move.

“Go ahead (nk’s y/n)!”

“No! I won’t leave you here!”

You are starting to shed tears because of fear. Fear of getting her in trouble too. She yelled as she tried to lift it once again. Like you, she’s starting to cry too.

You are about to tell her to leave, but someone pulled her. “Go first. We’ll take care of her.” Ni-ki suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

You turned your head when you felt a hand holding your arm, “Are you okay?” Sunoo’s worried eyes were the first one to greet you. He cupped your face.

“I’m f-fine. I just got stuck.”

Sunoo nodded and looked over Ni-ki. “I can try to lift this hyung. Then you can pull y/n’s feet out.” Ni-ki suggested.

They nodded and even counted. Jay was about to walk pass with (j’s y/n), but noticed the three of you so he helped as well. In no time, they got you out.

“Are you okay? Does it hurt?” he quickly asked. You shake your head and he quickly placed you behind him.

Suddenly, a storm of new infected students came separating you from the others.

“Shit.” he cursed when he noticed that you’re trapped.

A lot of them are blocking you from getting in the music room.

“Hyung!” Jungwon was by the other side fighting off those who keeps on coming their way.

"Go inside, Jungwon! We'll be just fine here." Jay shouted. “Go!” he added that left the younger one with no choice but to go.

You felt Sunoo’s hold over your hand tightened.

“Sunoo try the rooftop!” Jay shouted and he agreed right away.

He started pulling you and you helped him move the chairs that were blocking the way. These should be moved because later, they will follow you guys.

Sunoo was the first one to get inside to check if there are some infected students. As expected, it was vacant. He let you in first and asked you to wait as he tries to go help the others.

“Please be careful!”

You are worriedly eyeing the door of the rooftop, waiting for Sunoo. You jolted from time to time when you hear thudding sounds from outside.

“S-Sunoo?” you calls out, but there was no response.

You took a step towards the door and contemplating whether to open it or just wait.

You screamed when it suddenly opened, revealing Sunoo. He have a lot of new fresh blood over his uniform. There was no one else behind him.

“They went the other way. I c-couldn’t—” you didn’t even let him finish and you quickly run towards him to give him a hug.

“I thought I lost you!”

He was taken aback for a while before he slowly bury his face at the crook of your neck, “I’m here...” he said in a comforting voice as he tries to calm you down because you are crying.

“Shh, I’m here now baby.” and he placed a soft short kiss at the side of your head.

“Are you cold?” he asks. You slowly shakes your head, but he still moved closer and fixed his coat over you.

“When do you think are they going to arrive?” you ask.

“Sooner. We need to prepare for them.” he said.

You nodded. The two of you then moved the chairs out from the way of the rooftop for your classmate to have more room when they arrive. While fixing the chairs, you suddenly stopped after hearing this loud noise coming from downstairs.

“Is that..?” you looked over Sunoo who was stoned at his position as well.

“They’ll be here soon. Wait at the corner, baby.” he said and went near the door to wait. He will open it for them.

You did as you told and worriedly watch him. Soon enough, you heard them coming and the first one to enter was (nk’s y/n).

She quickly run towards you when she saw you and caged you in embrace. “Y/n!”

“(nk’s y/n)!”

You two are busy hugging each other when suddenly, Jungwon and Sunghoon arrived as well. Just then, you all realized that (sh’s y/n) was not there and (random name) was the one who did it.

You bit your lower lip, feeling bad about what happened.

“I can’t believe she really did that.” (nk’s y/n) said in a sad tone.

Ni-ki and Sunoo went and tried to stop Sunghoon from going after her, but it was too late.

“If something happen to Sunghoon hyung too, its your fault.” Ni-ki said towards (random name) as he walks pass her.

You saw horror and guilt on her face with tears shedding.

You sighed and looked over Sunoo to give him a hug. He returned it and placed a soft kiss at your head. “Do you think help will come?”

“They will.” he assured you.

You nodded and smiled. After an hour, you all stood up as you heard a helicopter from a distance. Everyone cheered as you all waved your hands, happy to see them. Finally, you’ll be saved now.

Someone held your hand and it was Sunoo. You smiled, tears already forming at the side of your eyes.

“Thank you for taking care of me.” you said, leaning closer so he can hear you.

He smiled, “I will always take care of you from now on.”

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bil-daddy · 1 year ago

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Final Update on My Date with Aziraphale

It was a close race, but between not taking Aziraphale to Hell (he wouldn't like it) and taking him to Alpha Centauri instead, not taking Aziraphale to Hell won out.

Taking him to Hell was never really an option. Glad all but 1% of people who voted agreed. (Those 1% though...I'd be enjoying my last days as human if I were you, cause you're all getting turned into lizards as soon as I figure out who and where you all are.)

Course that means I can't tell him last night was a date. Angels and demons don't go on 'dates' (even when they do). And for Aziraphale's own peace of mind, it's best he doesn't know I'd ever hoped we might.

But while I can't tell him it was a date, I can help him with his identity crisis. Let him know he's not a demon just because he told a little fib.

No one'll ever even know so long as we don't tell anybody. I mean I'm certainly not gonna say anything.

And when I asked Aziraphale if he planned to tell anyone, he shook his head no. Then, he asked me "But what I am I?"

So, I told him.

I already knew what he was gonna say to that.

And I thought I knew what he'd say next. I thought he'd call me out for lying to him, saying it wasn't lonely being on my own side, a demon going along with Hell as far as I can, but no farther.

But what Aziraphale actually said surprised me.

And me--being the self-sabotaging, second-guessing, insecure snake that I am--just couldn't take that for the win it was.

I had to say something stupid.

After all, Hell's crowded as well, Hell. And I'm still lonely as Heaven.

It's probably the same for Aziraphale, too. Can't imagine him being all that chummy with Gabriel and the rest.

That's when I realized I'd fucked up.

Aziraphale had just reached out, in his own careful way, and I'd shot him down like an enemy plane, when he was just trying to be a friend.

I had to fix this.

Aziraphale thought about it for a moment. And then, he turned to me and smiled. It was hesitant, scared even, but it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

(But then, I think that about all of Aziraphale's smiles.)

It was gone in a flash, like the sun peeking out from behind a cloud then getting covered again, and he quickly looked away. But I saw it. And I'll always remember it.

I'll always remember what he said, too.

We sat in companionable silence after that, watching the sun go down over the water.

When it was nearly dark, I remembered Sitis' offer to come for dinner, which I'd brushed off with a rain check (not actually intending to ever follow through).

Now, I'm not usually much for food (snake digestive system--can't have too much at a time). But, as we learned from the now infamous Ox Rib Incident, Aziraphale definitely is. So maybe Aziraphale might like to have dinner with the Job Family.

I asked him what he thought. Did he want to go to dinner at Job and Sitis' place? Not with me or anything, of course. I'd just, you know, happen to be there too, since we both had invitations.

And he said...

#bildad the shuhite #a companion to owls #job minisode #good omens #my date with aziraphale #ineffable husbands #crowley

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sporco-filth · 6 days ago

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Congratz on finishing the crossover special! It was a wonderfully slobby ride. Popcorn with both real and fake butter sounds so in line with Slob City culinary arts, I bet that many other slob citizens who bothered to watch the fight in person were munching on various other snacks as well.

On the topic of Jupiter/Gas Giant, seeing his new gross state was great. I guess being kept as the Corruptor's pet slob instead of needing to occasionally fight clean villians lets him build up a nastier stank/bulk. What does he think of becoming a gross villian though? Or is he just too lazy to bother with morality anymore?

Piglet's gadgets continue to be fun, though I wonder how he managed to get Mentos inside a sealed can. More importantly (to slobs), how much of a mess did he make doing so :P ?

Hamish not bothering to look up from his phone was a fun touch, and helped link to Lee's speech later on about slobs just wanting to do what they want. A tad cheesy, but it fits for a superhero segment.

Finally, my favourite part of the story. The ending being a super slobbification ray that slobbifies the world has been a personal slob fantasy of mine for years, so it was incredible reading it be set as the solution and hopefully next story you tackle. I imagine the beam washes over the world before lingering in the sky as a faint gross tinge until the new unhygienic state of the world replaces it with new stank clouds.

Also, a few scenes idea for the slobbification beam as it travels the land:

A parent lecturing their young adult child about the messy state of their room -> The lecture turning into one about how clean their room is.

Etiquette workshop held for college students/young adults -> Workshop for unlearning manners/Learning how to be gross and vulgar

A fit friend finally convincing their lazier chubbier friend to exercise more -> The lazy friend finally getting their fit friend to ditch the gym

I have more, but this reply is long enough lmao. Congratz again on finishing the crossover, and looking forward to your next stories! Which one(s) do you tihnk you'll tackle next?

Justin (the alter ego of Gas Giant) had a particularly strong dose of the ray's power and while it was still in its experimental stages. This, combined with the fact the Corruptor has been actively working to make him more mindless (for a situation like the one in this story. You never know when you might need a giant blob to attack your enemy) means yeah, he's got pretty much no thoughts in his head except wanting to eat (and so on). I'll correct you though: he never really fought 'clean' villains (perhaps you're mixing him up with Slobguy). Jupiter mostly fought the Corruptor and occasional regular villains and threats (typical superhero stuff). But yeah, he's been sitting in (essentially) a pigsty and left to just eat and roll around in his own filth.

That mentos thing was a typo: I realised that'd be impossible and so changed it to be a bottle but then forgot to change the rest of the descriptions so at one point it's a bottle, the next it's a can. I fixed it now though.

Lee's speech was initially going to go to the Piglet, but then I thought Lee should get the honour, being from my first story and all. I kinda rushed the speech because I wanted to get to the ending so yeah it was very much just fluff.

And, as you can see, the ending was well worth it. I knew you'd like it and I'm glad I was right.

But yeah, a slobbified world has been a fantasy since I was a kid so I totally get you.

I'd say more but I want to save my ideas for when I make a story using it.

I think I need to review my ideas because I've got a few that are sort of in asks and posts on here and others saved with my writing on my usb. I need to look at them all together and weigh them up.

I've got too many good ideas... on the one hand it feels like a herculean task but on the other I'm excited to write them all and explore the ideas.

I am sorely tempted to do the slob world one but I am not sure. The issue with that one is that it becomes very hard to get a proper story because everyone's already happy and slobby so there's no conflict. It'd mostly just be the MC exploring the world and seeing the changes and I guess it'll just end whenever or I can just add more to it as I wish. That's kind of appealing because it lets me leave it 'unfinished' without pressure to get to the conclusion.

Also pleeeeeease tell me more of your thoughts about the slobbification beam and its effects!! I love these ideas and I want to hear more!

#slob #silentsoullight's asks

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joonslfttiddie · 11 months ago

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Chapter 46: You Mean Nothing...

💜Fic Pairing: OT7 x OFC

💜AU/Genre: Reverse Harem/Polyfidelity/Ghosts/AMBW

💜Warnings: Smut/Adult Language/Adult Content/Murder/Blood/Attack by stalker/Strangulation

💜Rating: MA

💜Word Count: 4,844

Chapter 46

Tia’s POV

Not only have my ancestors given me a peek at the passion the guys and I will hold dearly, but they have also informed me of the best way to navigate situations to keep us all safe. I had told Jimin that I was keeping something from them to prevent a situation that could harm us physically and mentally. However, I couldn't reveal more details as it might negatively impact our timeline. I know that if I told him, he would immediately tell the others in an attempt to keep me safe. Because of that, I also couldn’t let him know of today’s events.

“Y’all, I’m starving! We don’t have anything to cook for lunch,” I whine while sprawled across the couch, my head resting in Taehyung’s lap. Even though we did have a late breakfast, it’s well past lunchtime and my belly lets me know by rumbling loudly. This is just another reason to put some fire under these guys.

“We, literally, just had breakfast,” Jungkook chuckles while rubbing my calf, his eyes fixed on the TV screen. “There’s no way you’re hungry again already.”

“It’s okay, my baby,” Taehyung says sweetly yet teasingly while stroking my hair. I pout up at his handsome face, which makes him laugh, then offer, “We’ll go as soon as Yoongi gets here, okay?”

“There are still chips in the pantry. Do you want a bag to hold you over?”

“Joonie, you’re so sweet but I want meat,” I say, declining his offer, not even realizing I’d inadvertently walked myself into a joke.

“Well, if that’s the case, I just might have something you can snack on,” Jungkook teases.

I can’t help but laugh out loud and kick at him playfully.

“Wow, Koo. While that sounds appetizing, I’ll save that for later.”

Our laughter dies down before Jimin can ask, “Did Hoseok say what time he’d be back from Bangtan?”

“He said it’d be later this evening, most likely,” I answer him without looking over at him lying on the floor near Namjoon’s chair, scrolling on his phone judging by the Tiktok sounds I hear.

“So we really do need to leave as soon as Yoongi gets here so that we can make dinner before he gets back,” Jungkook realizes.

“Or we could just do takeout tonight? Seems like that would be the easiest thing so you guys won’t be rushing,” Namjoon suggests.

“That sounds good to me,” Taehyung says, smiling down at me.

“You know I don’t mind that at all. Maybe we could get food from that new restaurant Tia wanted to try,” Jimin adds.

“Bet, that sounds like a plan then. Since we’re in no rush now, how about-,” Jungkook says as he runs his hand up my thighs to glide his finger under the hem of my black shorts.

“Koo!” I giggle as he leans across the couch, slithering his body to lay on top of me.

“Damn, this man never quits,” Namjoon says to no one in particular with a snicker.

“He is quite insatiable, huh?” Jimin laughs, answering Namjoon.

“I swear,” Taehyung agrees with a chuckle, joining the other men. “I don’t see how he does it. I guess I’m getting old cause my back is still sore from helping move those mattresses last night,” he retorts as he fondly runs his fingers through Jungkook’s hair, who is now kissing me deeply. Jungkook parts my legs with his knee, making room to rest his semi-erect manhood against my mound.

My giggles have long turned into moans and I find myself fighting the urge to allow my mind to cloud over with lust. I can’t. I have to get them out of this house. While I wish this make-out session could continue, I gently push Jungkook away by his shoulders.

“Babe,” is all I manage to say, thankfully being saved by the bell.

“That must be Yoongi,” Namjoon says, about to get up to answer the door.

“I got it,” Jimin offers, getting up to run out of the room.

Jungkook kisses my lips one more time before dismounting my body with a grin on his face. Taehyung leans over to kiss me, too, then helps me up from the couch to rush excitedly behind Jimin to meet Yoongi at the door. On my way to him, I suddenly see blue and red lights flashing in the peripheral of my mind’s eye, signaling that trouble is on the way. I have to get them away from the house…NOW!

Yoongi’s POV

I smile involuntarily when I’m met at the door by Jimin, Tia, and the sweetest smell of caramel or vanilla. Fighting the urge to pounce, the scent, along with the boyshorts that hug Tia’s hips and thighs, is triggering something primal within me. I remember the distinct aroma from yesterday, but it is inebriating coming from outside to be consumed by it again. When I come in contact with her soft body as she rushes into my arms, I bury my face in her neck and strands of her hair tickle my cheek.

“YOONGI!”

She continues to squeal my name, pulling me into her even tighter. I’m not usually a fan of loud noises but the way she screams my name sends chills down my spine. Not even realizing that I’d begin to squeeze her tighter, I relax my fists to release her shirt from my grip and my grip on her.

“Geez,” she says lightheartedly, slowly pulling away. “I couldn’t breathe for a second there. Are you okay?”

I’m slightly embarrassed by the effect she has on me, or rather my inability to control myself. I reassure her that I’m fine and apologize while Jimin caresses her back and checks to make sure she’s okay. After a moment, she seems to speed walk her way back through the foyer and disappears into the kitchen.

FUCK! She must be pissed at me.

Before I can mentally spiral, Jimin is there to talk to me.

“Bro, breathe,” he says and I exhale a breath I didn't even know I was holding.

“I didn’t mean to hurt her. I don’t want to hurt her, I swear. It’s just-,” I try to explain before he finishes my sentence.

“It’s her scent. I know. I get it. We’ve all been there, I promise,” he reassures me, his hand on my shoulder. “It does get better with being around her more. Come on,” he says, leading me through the kitchen and into the living room where the other guys are. They all extend warm welcomes, taking turns coming to hug me. My heart feels so full, I could cry.

“Ahem,” I clear the lump from my throat, “what are you guys up to?”

I try to discreetly read Tia’s expression from where I’m standing. I watch while her eyes dart here and there, also, taking notice of her shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

I thought she was upset with me for hurting but she seems more tense than angry now. Anxious, even. Maybe I’m reading too much into it.

“Waiting for you to get here. Grocery run, remember?” Jungkook answers, then grabs his hoodie from the back of the couch and puts it on.

“Dang, he just got here,” Namjoon says to Jungkook, his sulking evident by his expression.

“I know! I feel the same way, but let's think of it this way,” Tia says. “The sooner they leave, the quicker they’ll be back, right?”

She stands on her tiptoes to kiss his lips which seems to appease him for now. Taehyung gathers his things, Tia passes out kisses to him, Jungkook and me, then we’re out the door.

Namjoon’s POV

I don’t know if Jimin noticed before he left to go to the dance studio, but Tia seems a bit on edge. Something ain’t right. I can tell that she’s trying to downplay it, but as I’ve mentioned before, I feel like I’ve known her forever. I know her little quirks, habits, and mannerisms. And right now, she seems rigid and tense…almost robotic.

“Little, you good?”

You would have thought I yelled at her by the way she flinches.

“Huh? Oh, sorry. I was in my head for a moment,” she tells me, which could be true. I understand that she’s still getting a handle on her gifts. I can’t imagine how she must be feeling trying to navigate that on top of all of the excitement surrounding our new living situation.

“I just asked if you are okay. You seem off.”

“I’m okay, really. I’m just a little tired, I guess. Do you want to nap with me?”

I agree, a little drowsy myself, and follow her upstairs. We snuggle up under the sprawling duvet and the bed seems even larger with just the two of us in it. Once in the middle, we cuddle up against each other, her tiny frame fitting perfectly with mine. When I feel her body fully relax and her breathing deepens, I’m able to succumb to my own tiredness, knowing that she’s safe in my arms.

Jimin’s POV

In the studio, I connect my phone to the speakers and play one of my playlists. I allow my body to move instinctively, no particular choreography in mind. Even though I’m enjoying how light and effortless my movements feel, my mind is congested with thoughts of Tia. I’m worried about her but decided to come down here to give her some space. I’m going to have to talk with my baby. I feel obligated to let her know that she’s terrible at hiding her feelings. As if on her sleeves, they can be seen in her movements, her touch, shit, even the way she squealed Yoongi’s name didn’t sound right.

I’m assuming the change within her has something to do with what she shared with me yesterday. It has to be. She said it was something she couldn’t go into detail about in order to protect us. I’m dying to know what she’s talking about, but I know that if she has to keep it close to her chest, it’s for a good reason. I just wish there was something I could do to help her. The thoughts are haunting, but I know better than to tell the others. I don’t want Tia to question her trust in me, and I would hate to have the guys feel like I am right now.

After dancing for nearly an hour, I’ve worked up quite an appetite. I take the initiative to place an order of different dishes from the spot we agreed on. They should deliver the food in approximately 30 minutes, which gives me enough time to dance for a few more minutes before I go up and shower.

Tia’s POV

And the Academy Award should go to me for the act I just put on, or so I thought until Namjoon questioned me. I feel slightly guilty, like I’m being deceptive, but I have to be in this case. I have to in order to save us all. I’ve been focusing on keeping my feelings inside and not transmitting to the guys this entire time.

When he believes I’m sleeping and dozes off himself, I wait until he’s snoring and in a deep sleep before I slink from under his arm and inch my way out of bed. With my phone in hand, once I’m downstairs, I dial the number the female detective had given me the night she and her partner interrogated me, Taehyung, and Jungkook in the bedroom.

She answers quickly with, “Detective Lopez.”

“Hi, Detective Lopez, this is Tia Monroe. I’m not sure if you remember me from the stalker case at 1959 Honeysuckle Terrace.”

“Of course. Yes, I remember you. You’re Officer Jeon’s girlfriend, right?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Of course. How may I help?”

Her friendly tone turns serious when I begin to give her the details I’ve acquired. Thankfully, she takes my word for it, maybe because of my relationship with Jungkook, and doesn’t press to know how I know these things. She pauses each time I say something of significance, repeating it in a whisper, letting me know that she’s writing down the important parts. She is just as relieved as I am to know that Jungkook is not here, understanding how hot-tempered he can be, especially when it comes to people he cares about.

“So, there are already units at his house looking for Tony, and the brother is coming for you right now?”

“I believe so, yes.”

“Got it. I’m on my way.”

After hanging up, I quickly take a peek outside from the balcony door, hoping that Jimin will be dancing for a little while longer. This has to play out just right so that we ALL survive.

Narrator POV

Tia hangs up the call with Detective Lopez and quickly makes her way to the balcony door. She is relieved that Jimin is not on his way back to the house and that Namjoon is upstairs sleeping soundly.

While walking the aisles, Jungkook, Taehyung, and Yoongi chat about nothing of relevance while placing things into the cart until Yoongi speaks up.

“Is it just me, or did Tia seem…different?”

“Holy fuck, I was literally thinking the exact same thing,” Taehyung answers, placing his things in while Yoongi pushes.

Jungkook feels it too but doesn’t say a word, now pissed at himself for not following his gut. Something seemed to be nagging at him, like a gnat in his ear, telling him to stay with her.

“Let’s finish,” he says, and they find themselves moving with haste, trying to grab everything on their lists. They try to ignore the uneasiness that rests between them, but they seem to have made a silent agreement to grab what they need and then get back to the house. It hasn’t even been an hour since the men left the house, but each minute feels like an eternity, knowing that something is off with Tia.

They finish up, check out, and rush to load their bagged items into the car. Taehyung shifts the car into drive, looking behind him to back out of the parking spot. Before he can press the accelerator, Yoongi touches his hand.

“Umm, you’re in drive,” he points out to the younger man.

“Fuck,” Taehyung says, his mind obviously somewhere else at the moment.

“Here, I’ll drive,” Jungkook offers before getting out from the backseat to switch seats with Taehyung.

After tying up all of the loose ends in Bangtan, Hoseok hops in his car, excited to head back home.

At this moment, a man can be seen walking toward the house, his construction boots leaving imprints as he walks through the grass. He doesn’t even have time to ring the bell when Tia opens the door, almost as if she’s expecting him.

Jungkook’s POV

Fuck, fuck, fuck! I knew something wasn’t right. I fucking knew!

The thought seems to be on a loop, repeating in my head, the only thing I can hear due to the silence among us. Yoongi’s foot taps against the floor at an unnatural speed as he’s staring out the passenger side window at nothing in particular. Taehyung seems to be on the verge of a panic attack, clearly out of it at the moment, his breathing is erratic with sporadic deep sighs. I can’t say that I blame these guys being that I’m sure I would have similar reactions if not for my training.

I must admit, I am taking advantage of that training at the moment, speeding and dodging in and out between the cars in traffic, relying on the security that my badge will afford me if pulled over. I wish my instincts as an officer would have convinced me to stay with Tia. I pray this gut feeling is wrong for once in my life.

Tia’s POV

“Twin, where have you been?”

I joke with the man at the door, even though my heart is pounding in my throat. And judging by his expression, he’s not really in a laughing mood.

“You think you’re really funny, don’t you?”

“I do, actually. Don’t you?”

“Bitch, I don’t even know where to start with you.”

“Excuse me? What the fuck did I do? What is happening?”

“You know what the fuck happened. Why are there cops at my fucking house? I know your hoe ass is behind it.”

“Whoa! What are you talking about? That’s your house. I ain’t got shit to do with what goes on in your home, sir,” I say, trying to act like my normal, sarcastic self.

“You know, don’t you?”

“Know what, Brandon? Matter of fact, why are you even here? What makes you feel as if it’s okay for you to pop up at my house unannounced, yet again, with the nerve to talk to me any kind of way?”

“You know that Tony is our little brother. Why else would you tip off your bitch ass boyfriend?”

“Yea, I know he’s your brother but I haven’t tipped anybody off about anything. And my boyfriend is far from a bitch.”

“Hmm,” he says, scratching at his beard. “I wonder what else you might know. Are you a witch? I heard stories about your whore of a great-great grandmother and how she seduced my great-great-grandfather with her tricks and spells. I see it runs in the family…black magic AND being a fucking slut.”

It’s no surprise that Brandon can be a dick, but I’ve never experienced him speaking to me this way. I must admit, I am caught off guard and I don’t feel that any vision could have prepared me for this.

“Brandon, you’re going to fucking far. You need to leave now.”

“Since you know every fucking thing, do you know who was texting you? Who was watching over you and protecting you? Do you know why your wine was extra delicious?”

I am just standing here, trying to read whatever is behind his eyes from this distance, which is making things even harder than usual. His questions cause the hairs on the back of my neck to stand on end; my gut is telling me to dig deeper. Looking into his eyes, all I can see is evil and death.

“Protecting me? Wine? What are you talking about?”

“It was me. I’ve loved you from the first day we met—way before meeting you here. You remember, don’t you?” He speaks proudly as he admits this to me and seriously expects me to remember some previous encounter.

“Ummm,” I say as he’s taking steps towards me.

“At your old office. I remember it like it was yesterday. I’ve been checking on you ever since, only having to keep my distance so that I didn’t get caught or connected to Tony’s dumb ass.” He stops just at the threshold of the door as he continues to reminisce. “And I’m so sorry for what he did to you that one day. I had no idea he was talking about you when he asked me for dating advice. I should have just killed him then for hurting you. I’m so sorry,” he reaches out to touch my face and I pull away.

“Stop, Brandon. You need to go.”

“I’m not going no fucking where. Not until you admit that you feel the same way I do. I know you do. You always have. I can tell by the way you look at me. The way you smile at me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve never looked at you any kind of way after we had that talk. I only remember you from when I hired you to do my renovations. Sure, we flirted in the beginning and did some senseless stuff, but we ended that. That’s how I met you and I don’t remember anything about us meeting before then. I only recently found out that you and Jason used to bring Tony to his appointments sometimes but we never met or spoke to each other for that matter.”

“So, you’re telling me that you don’t remember me? You haven’t missed me at all? Do you even love me? Do you not feel the way I do?”

“Brandon, what the fuck. No! No, I don’t. What about anything I’ve said are you not comprehending? I don’t love you and I never have. You mean nothing to me.”

“Stop calling me that,” he says, becoming increasingly upset as his face takes on a new shade of red.

“Stop calling you what? By your name? You are crazy and delusional, Brandon. It’s time for you to go.”

“I said don’t call me that. AND I’M NOT CRAZY!”

As if my last remark was the last straw, the man lunges at me, causing my body to slam against the hardwood floor, his body weight on me making the impact that much worse. I’m coughing while trying to catch my breath, having the wind knocked from my lungs. I’m trying to crawl away as he straddles my body, only for him to pull me back.

“You don’t know what I’m talking about, huh? Well, riddle me this…let’s see if you have an answer for this one. YOU SAY YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND, SO WHO THE FUCK ARE ALL THESE OTHER MEN COMING IN AND OUT OF HERE, YOU FUCKING SLUT? I HAVE SACRIFICED SO MUCH TO MAKE SURE YOUR DUMB ASS IS SAFE, BUT YOU’RE IN HERE LETTING ANY AND EVERYBODY CRAWL BETWEEN YOUR FUCKING LEGS. I’VE TRIED TO BE UNDERSTANDING BUT THE WAY YOU’RE ACTING RIGHT NOW IS LIKE YOU DON’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT ME. AND I’M HERE STILL TRYING TO FUCKING LOVE YOU.”

Profanity, obscenities, and spittle fly from between his clenched teeth to spray onto my face. I’m trying to wiggle and kick my way from under him, but my efforts are futile as I’m easily overpowered. Just as I’m able to get a full breath in, he wraps his thick, massive hands around my neck, cutting off my air supply. “Brandon,” I barely get out as I claw at the skin of his hands and can feel when my nails slice across the smooth, scarred skin on his left hand.

JASON!

I’m beginning to see spots floating in front of my eyes, my kicking and scratching is becoming noticeably weaker. I can feel myself on the verge of passing out, but suddenly I hear commotion coming from all sides. Everything seems to be going in slow motion and even though my ears are ringing, I hear the muffled voices of my loves, Jimin and Namjoon. I can feel their fear; their anger. Their footsteps sound like thunder, booming in my ears and there is another voice that I can’t place.

“HEY, STOP! GET OFF OF HER!”

Jason continues administering force and his surge of obscenities. “I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER THAN TO CHASE SUCH AN UNDESERVING SLUT LIKE YOU. YOU’RE PROVING THE REPUTATION SURROUNDING YOUR FAMILY NAME TO BE TRUE. EVEN AFTER YOU TRIED TO SEDUCE MY BROTHERS, I STILL TRIED TO LOVE YOU. EVEN AFTER YOU IGNORED MY CALLS, TEXTS, AND ADVANCES. YOU’VE CONTINUED TO SHIT ON ME OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER,” he says the last part of his statement while applying more pressure as if to emphasize the words, tears falling from his face. “AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER, BUT THAT ALL ENDS TODAY. SAY HELLO TO YOUR MOTHER FOR ME,” he adds the last part with a smirk which is the last thing I see.

“CLOSE YOUR EYES,” the new voice yells.

I don’t know if I ever close my eyes or if I temporarily lose my vision as it begins to narrow, clouds of darkness moving in from the edges of my line of sight. Suddenly, there is a loud bang, then warm liquid and pieces of flesh splatter onto my face and into my hair. With the weight on my throat now gone, I gulp in oxygen. Jason collapses partially onto my legs as I continue to gasp for air and begin to cry, flailing in another attempt to get him off of me. Something hard is pressing against my shin, digging into my skin.

“Tia, don’t open your eyes, baby. Come on,” Namjoon says, and I feel him trying to pull me free while lifting the upper half of my body.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Jimin says, his voice coming from down below. I can feel Jason being rolled off of me.

“Go ahead,” the new voice instructs and Namjoon pulls me to my feet, then picks me up to cradle my body in his arms as my legs are much too weak to support myself.

I can hear sirens coming closer, tires screeching, then, the voices of my other men.

“TIA! TIA!” Taehyung’s voice follows us through the house.

“WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?” Yoongi is not far behind, obviously confused.

“FUCK!!!” I can tell that Jungkook is upset, which is understandable.

With my eyes still closed, Namjoon leads us to the living room where he begins to wipe my face with paper towels being handed to him. Someone else hands him a wet cloth that he wipes my eyes and mouth with, then switches back to paper towels. He repeats this process while the other person helps by running off to refresh the cloth with warm water. He removes my shirt and replaces it with a hoodie and I can smell Jungkook all over the fabric. Detective Lopez and other officers enter the room and I can hear her speaking with Jungkook and the shutter of a camera in the foyer. After a few moments, I can finally open my eyes and the light is blinding. I immediately fall into Namjoon’s arms, tears still forming in my eyes.

“It’s okay, Little. It’s okay.”

Detective Lopez comes over and gives her condolences, not for the dead, but for what I’ve had to endure. She asks me to recount what happened. I give her all the details I can think of right now, and she’s very empathetic to how I’m feeling.

“I can imagine that what you’ve just gone through and what you’ve had to deal with for the past few months is traumatizing. Get some rest. Please, reach out if you remember anything else.”

“Check the truck. You’ll find evidence to connect him with Tony there,” I tell her. She pauses for a slight moment before writing it down and whispers something to a uniformed officer.

“Thank you for your help. Let me know if there’s anything I can do for you.”

She goes to get statements from the guys and Namjoon leaves me for a moment to give his. I look over to see Hoseok in the crowd, unsure of when he arrived due to the chaos. The shock and concern are evident in his expression. Jungkook comes over to take Namjoon’s place, his brows furrowed confirming his anger.

“Jungkook, I-,” I begin but he cuts me off.

“Nuh uh. Not now,” he just hugs me, not wanting to hear an explanation or anything right now.

I don’t know how much time has passed, everything feels surreal and moments seem to drag along. Finally, the commotion dies down and all of the officers have gone, leaving only us and the cleaners to do their thing. Namjoon leads me up to our room and into the bathroom.

Once in the bathroom, I look at him and can see blood splatter on his shirt and when I try to look down at his pants, he doesn’t let me, pulling my face to look at him. The tears return as I begin to sob into my hands, covered by the long sleeves of Jungkook’s hoodie.

“Shh shh shh,” he tries to comfort me. “It’s over now, Little. I got you.”

He strips me of my clothes before he shuffles out of his own, then the sound of a trash bag rustling gets closer. Jimin opens the door to collect our soiled clothing, then he closes it again without a word

We step into the shower and allow the warm water to wash over us. In silence, Namjoon rubs at my skin with just water to remove any spray and residue before leaning my head back to rinse my hair in the same manner. He washes my hair several times before he uses my facial and body washes to cleanse me from head to toe to fingertips.

While I can assume what just happened, due to limited vision during the incident as well as in my spiritual vision, I’m not in a place to talk about it. Not right now. I need to sit with this to allow my mind and spirit to catch up, so I’m thankful Namjoon is quietly focused on cleaning me up. I take this time to transmit that thought to everyone else and I know it’s received when Namjoon quietly says, “Okay.”

A/N:

Damn, Tia is going through it! 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 Did you expect this to happen to her? What are your thoughts? Let me know in the comments!

Thanks, again, to @downbad4yoongi for beta reading this chapter!

#joonslfttiddie #bangtanwhq #ambw #bts fanfction #bts fanfic #bts smut #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #black protagonist #haunted house #bts #reincarnated lovers #reverse harem

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thedo0zyslider · 2 years ago

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Sweet Exchanges - 2k words

A storm is coming, and it brings a certain archeologist to Oli’s doorstep. Not that he's complaining.

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The sun was unusually tame that day, Oli found. It wasn’t radiating as much heat as it normally did, particularly because it was starting to be covered by a handful of light gray clouds. Oli really, really hoped there wouldn’t be a storm. Storms weren’t particularly great when you lived on a beach, especially bad ones. So if the gods wanted to curse him today, he hoped it would be with a calm one. He was still cross about having to fix and remake all of his outdoor decorations after the last bad one.

He spent a few hours like that, working himself into a tizzy over a storm that might not even happen. And if you asked him, the storm came before the rain that day, and it came in the form of a very familiar man jumpscaring him and bloody laughing about it.

Pixlriffs himself had showed up, right when Oli had worried himself so much that he was now beginning to move anything that would fit inside his main tent. The archaeologist had appeared behind him out of nowhere, which was something the man had a talent for. The bard had jumped maybe a foot in the air, screaming about god knows what, when Pix leaned down and whispered “boo” in his ear while his mind was elsewhere.

“PIXL!” He shrieked, growing a little more indignant at the laughter flooding the air. “What was the bloody point of that!?” The blonde yelled further, throwing his arms up into the air.

It took that dastardly man a whole two minutes to respond; he was laughing so hard, damn him. “Sorry,” Pix wiped the beginning of tears from his eyes. “You’re just really easy to scare.”

“That doesn’t mean you get to do it!” Oli huffed, playing up his earlier indignation for the dramatics. He crossed his arms over his chest for extra flare, sleeves that were slightly too puffy being pressed down against the front of his bard’s shirt.

“Sorry again,” The brunette repeated, and Oli gave a rather drawn out shrug and eye roll as a response.

“Well,” He sighed, noticing how the corners of Pix’s lips quirked upwards slightly. “You just sound so genuine, so i guess it’s fine,” Oli smiled--almost smirked--as he got in the other’s personal space, having to strain upwards slightly. Whoever granted Pixl almost a whole half foot of height on him should be fired, but that was just a personal opinion.

“I’m glad my apology is accepted,” Pix returned his little smirk, clasping his hands together behind his back. Daro brown eyes filtered to the beach behind him, and the archaeologists gaze had a familiar look of muddled curiosity to it once more. “What were you doing over there, exactly?” He asked, taking a good few moments to scan over the scene behind them.

“Oh, you mean the thing you so rudely interrupted?” That earned a small, yet amused eye roll from Pix. “Just a little worried about a storm,” The bard began to explain, making a general hand gesture at the gray clouds forming above him. “I was trying to move some stuff inside, and I was almost done before a certain man showed up!”

“Want any help?” Pix asked, once again looking at the bard's stuff with a mild curiosity.

“Oh, you’re too kind Pixlriffs!” Oli exclaimed, throwing him part of the fences that had once kept his dragon egg over the fire. He didn’t really need to keep anything roasting anymore, but kept it around for aesthetic reasons mostly. Pix caught it easily, and apparently it wasn’t heavy enough for him because he picked up the other end before the bard could. Fine, he wants a strength test? Then he’ll get a strength test! Oli thought, adding his heaviest instrument to the load as well.

He instructed Pixl which chest they were to be stored in for the time being, before leaning back against his tent’s side to watch. The brunette lifted his things with ease though, gently putting them on the ground like they were exhibants at his museum. Oli had never really noticed how strong Pix was, but he supposed it made sense. The man was restoring a whole empire and had probably done his fair share of heavy lifting in the process.

Eyes traced over the archaeologist's muscles as he put the last item away, eventually moving downwards to his chest area. The front of the dark blue shirt was always unbuttoned, but just enough to reveal a small amount of its wearer’s chest. Oli had thought it was kinda slutty before, and very alluring. His eyes wandered to that spot more often that he’d like to admit, Pix usually making no comment if he noticed.

But today the archaeologist glanced back at him and smirked, an expression Oli did not like one bit. “See something you like?” Pixl asked, his voice becoming more deep and smooth than it usually was. He smirked at the flush that was spreading across pale cheeks at his words.

“Maybe..” The bard muttered, turning his back on the other to pop his head outside. More storm clouds had formed, ones that were darker than their predecessors. Oli frowned at this, glad he’d moved his stuff inside early.

“You were right,” A voice was suddenly right beside him, the sound of Pix’s quiet breaths in his ear. He hadn’t even heard him move. “A storm is coming.”

Oli glanced over his shoulder, failing to hide how startled he now was. Pix was bold today, wasn’t he? The brunette was standing behind him, chest pressed against the upper part of his back a little. If the archaeologist were to move his head slightly it would be resting on his shoulder, which Oli found when he turned his head to meet the man’s teasing gaze. Hands hesitated above his waist, as if Pix was unsure about resting them there.

“You’re quite close there, Mr. Riffs.” The blonde said quietly, almost bumping his nose with Pix’s. Hands finally went to rest on his sides, their soft touch burning. (Burning in the way that made Oli want more.) This was far too close to be anything platonic, but Oli didn’t mind. He was just leaning into the slutty bard persona, nothing more, nothing less. There certainly weren't any real feelings at stake here.

“And you’re not complaining about it,” Pixl watched as Oli moved his head away a little. He smirked as the tent’s entrance was zipped. It wasn’t closed fully, just enough to keep the coming rain out. Certainly wasn’t closed for privacy reasons either, though it would be embarrassing to be caught like this. For both of them, not just the bard, though Pixl dealt with his shame more quietly than the blonde did.

The next thing he knew Oli was pressing him into the floor, his bottom landing a little roughly against the tents flooring. The archaeologist was now being straddled near the back wall of Oli’s home, plush thighs pressing nicely against his own. The bard’s hands flailed uselessly for a moment, before pinning his wrists down against his side.

"Maybe I like being close to you, ever consider that?" Oli's voice is quieter than it had been a moment ago as he leaned forward. A few of his bangs began to fall, covering his half lidded eyes slightly. Pix knows he shouldn't do this, really knows that whatever is going through his head is a bad idea, but nevertheless he goes against his better judgment for the third time that day, suspecting he'll do the same again later. He gently brushes the hair out of Oli's face, and tucks it behind an ear. It would be a crime to have such pretty eyes hidden, after all.

Pix smiles softly at the reaction he gets, enjoying the faint redness that returns to Oli's cheeks. The bard really is quite a pretty man, if you take the time to admire him that is.

"You are such a tease," The blonde huffs, blush spreading to his neck as Pix tucks his hair away again. He unpins the brunette's wrists, going to wrap his arms around the other's neck instead. For now Pixl keeps his arms where they are, awkwardly against his side and hands fiddling on the floor beneath them.

"I know," Pix smiles again, leaning forward on nothing but an impulsive thought. And to his absolute delight, he is meet in the middle by warmer lips than his own.

Oli sighs into the kiss, smooth lips capturing his own slowly, a nice contrast to his own lips; which were surely a little chapped by now. He leaned into the action a little too quickly though, and was almost surprised at the softness of it all. Kissing Pix was nice, just a little unexpected is all.

Pix wasn’t a bad kisser, not in any form. This was just much more…gentle than previous kisses Oli had experienced. The bard had experienced a fair share of kisses, and all had ended up being more on the fiery side, so much so Oli didn’t think he’d ever been kissed calmly in his life. The archaeologist might have his flirtatious moments sometimes, but he’d never quite fit the criteria of passionate, so the more gentle approach didn’t come as a big surprise. Oli didn’t mind it though, he didn’t mind the softness at all, it was something he could be glad to get used to. He let Pixl gently cup the side of his face, cradling it as if it was the most precious thing in the world and thumbing his cheek. And oh, he could definitely get used to being held like this.

A half gloved hand came to rest on the bard’s waist, clutching it just as gently as the other hand was holding his face. Oli smiled softly against the others lips, letting a tongue quietly slip into his mouth and explore it for a little while. Hands tangled into soft brown hair, pulling Pix closer to their owner until the former’s back was bumping against a tent wall. As far as first kisses went, this was probably the best one Oli had ever had. And if they didn’t need to breathe he was sure he would’ve had it for a few minutes more.

They pulled apart slowly at first, neither quite registering the need for air. More kisses were exchanged, some led by Oli, some not. They were small ones, not as long as the first one they shared, but long enough to steal a few puffs of breath from both of them. Small pecks were pressed to faces in between, to Oli’s cheeks and freckles, to Pix’s nose and right under where his glasses rested. The bard was quite enjoying the other’s tongue in his mouth, and a very big part of him wanted to get used to that as well.

The kisses that were eventually pressed to his neck weren’t pressed hard enough to even bruise, and the motion didn’t have a hungry air to it either. They were loving, the kisses were. They were akin to the casual pecks someone placed upon their partner's skin during lazy mornings. Everything about it was warm and gentle and kind, just like Pixl himself.

The two stopped kissing eventually; the archaeologist laughing at the small, playful and ultimately meaningless pout Oli shot him. The bard stopped pouting when a few more kisses were pressed into his hair, a giggle running through the man behind him. It was a nice laugh, Pix’s laugh, he wanted to hear it more. He didn’t have to wait long for that though, as another escaped Pix when Oli shifted into his lap like a cat would, practically begging for cuddles.

“You comfortable?” Pix asked, not trying to hide the fondness in his voice. Oh, he was very gone for this man.

“Very,” Oli muttered sleepily, burying his slightly blushing face into the blue fabric of Pixl’s shirt. Pix laughed again, and it was then that the bard registered that it had begun to rain at some point after they entered the tent. It seems that storm had come after all, just thankfully not as bad as the Oli’d been fearing. Well then, it’s a good thing he’d made this place waterproof, wasn’t it?

Pix’s arms tightened around the smaller person in his arms, listening to Oli’s breathing even out, and to the rain. He buried his own head against the other, nuzzling at the bard’s shoulder affectionately. The archaeologist didn’t do things like this very often, so he was treasuring every second of this, unsure when he’d experience anything close to it again. He wanted more, he wanted it to happen soon. And sitting there like this, against his better judgment, Pix began to hope for it. It was becoming a yearning, the longer he dwelled on it, so he didn’t dwell.

Instead the archaeologist let his breathing even out, falling asleep with a bard who was far too cute for his own good clutched lovingly in his arms. He wasn’t sure if they’d speak of this come morning, or if it’d be another thing he’d have to preserve in his memory for the rest of time. But that was a problem for morning Pix.

And morning Pix got what he was yearning for. More sleepy cuddles, more sleepy kisses (these ones were more sloppy though, kisses where you missed half the other person's mouth,) and a a quiet conformation that there would be even more in the future. For however long this world would last, as Oli had somewhat ominous phrased it.

For however long this world shall last, you are love.

#ron.fic #pix x oli #pixlriffs #oli theorionsound #do they have a ship name #empires smp #empires s2 #empiresblr #empiresshipping #empires pix #empires oli #olipix

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lizardrosen · 1 year ago

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How Is It that the Clouds Still Hang on You

Bridgertons performing Hamlet, part one! This wouldn't have been possible without @glintglimmergleam!

Pre-play, Anthony’s Hamlet is the eternal student, the idle rich somewhere between seventeen and thirty who still doesn’t know what he wants to be when he grows up. First sons really only have one job, and that’s to someday be their fathers; and Hamlet, like Anthony, is sure he’s getting it wrong no matter what he does. Anthony at least has the estate and his younger siblings to look after, but Hamlet only has the vague notion of someday being king, and looking through the script for hints of who Hamlet used to be, Anthony thinks for the first time that the prince must have been lonely even before his father died.

His only recourse was to take nothing seriously and sell himself as the clown of any group, and he usually managed to believe what he was selling and even enjoy himself. When Claudius popped in between the election and his hopes, those hopes curdled inside of him and he started putting up firmer, spikier walls, where before there was only wordplay and multi-layered classics references. (Anthony is actually hopeless at this kind of thing; he had to ask Benedict about “When Roscius was an actor in Rome” and “Jephthah, judge of Israel, what a treasure hadst thou!” but what was he going to do, not make Hamlet a classics nerd??)

Gregory memorizes the roles with the most lines first, of course, so he’s already gotten the bantering rhythm down for playing both halves of a comedy duo attempting to be spies. “My lord, you once did love me” is regret for the distance in age with his oldest brother, and the distance in social status for Rosencrantz and Hamlet. Osric, he unlocks when he decides this vain and silly courtier idolizes both Laertes and Hamlet in much the same way that Gregory looks up to his oldest brothers, so he and Benedict talk about it and come to the conclusion that Laertes might trust Osric enough to ask him to help kill Hamlet, but Osric would never go along with it, which means that in this production Laertes didn’t tell him what he was getting Hamlet into.

Now he has to bring the soldiers on the watchtower to life. He whirls as if to face an unexpected noise, and answers himself rapid-fire.

— Who’s there! — Nay, answer me. Stand and unfold thyself! — Long live the king! — Barnardo? — He.

It’s almost a knock-knock joke but the truth is that no one in this play really knows who’s there or if they can be trusted, and it’s an uncertainty hidden in plain sight right from the opening lines. For this dialogue to work, it has to be two people meeting in the dark and he can’t just play both roles like he does for Ros and Guil.

“Hey, Daphne, my favorite sister, how would you like the second speaking role in Hamlet?”

“Hold still, your collar’s askew, I need to fix it. Only the second role?” she asks. “Not the first?”

“Daaaph, cut it out, my shirt is fine! And Barnardo can pretty much be combined with Marcellus and not much will change because they’re both there to back up Horatio’s story, and he’s there to back up theirs. Francisco’s more like Gertrude, he never gets to see the ghost.”

“Not a mouse stirring,” she quotes. “But he’s wrong about that and so is the queen — there’s so much more stirring in her kingdom than she’ll allow herself to see. Yes, I think you’re right about giving me Francisco. You’ll make a good director for next year’s play.”

“Titus Andronicus?” he asks with a bloodthirsty grin.

“Well, we’ll talk about it.”

At first Francesca has trouble deciding how to distinguish Claudius from his dead brother — are they more alike or more different? No face paint for the ghost, she decides, and in fact they should have almost the exact same costume with perhaps a different colored sash, and it’ll depend on how she carries herself.

Claudius is personable and popular except when he’s alone and the thought of his own sin wraps around his neck, while King Hamlet has forgotten everything but the purgation of his sins, and the vengeance he must see visited on his killer before he may rest. The ghost is not all there, still half in the fires of hell, but he also has a supernatural gravity that snaps all the attention in a room to him. It’s a kind of authority Claudius wishes he could project, but as good at public speaking as he is, he always seems a little bit desperate and out of his depth, so he turns up the charm even more.

Francesca finds what they have in common, too, more than either would care to admit. “Of life, of crown, of queen, at once dispatched” says one; “my crown, mine own ambition, and my queen,” says the other. Both kings save Gertrude for last, which could either mean that she’s an afterthought or that she was the most important thing to lose or gain.

Francesca is a Bridgerton which means she’s a romantic, so she decides it’s the latter. They both just really love their wife, enough to kill a man, enough to tell Hamlet not to contrive against his mother aught, enough to come back from the dead for a few more moments in her bedchamber, enough to send Hamlet away to be executed in England instead of imprisoned in Denmark simply because Gertrude asked.

By the time Claudius gives his speech about marrying Gertrude, Hamlet has a permanent clench to his jaw whenever he’s in public or in the same room as Claudius — that shouldn’t be too hard, says Eloise, since that’s his default expression, and Benedict, who’s probably seen Anthony laugh more than anyone else, has to agree with her. But when he’s left alone, though forbidden to go to Wittenberg, he can at least relax enough to stop trying to hold back the things he shouldn’t say in front of the nobles. “How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable, seem to me all the uses of the world!” is just full of bitter laughter, giving in to the cosmic joke that Nothing Matters. But his aspect changes completely when he sees Horatio, and he picks Hyacinth up to spin her around, even though she’s almost gotten too heavy for that.

Hamlet cannot believe that Horatio would lie to him about a ghost, or tell him anything until he’s sure of what he’s seen, but he still warns himself not to hope too hard, in case nothing comes of it, it’s something he wishes he had not seen. And despite the dull but persistent heartbeat of “nothing matters, nothing matters,” always singing at the back of his head, his father’s spirit does appear, and when Hamlet follows, he learns that there is a meaning — an awful, perfidious one, but still.

So what if he has to kill a man (so what if Anthony had to decide, eleven years ago whether they should try to save his mother or his sister), at least it’s a purpose, and when he wipes clean the tables of his memory he can fall backwards into his prior persona of taking nothing seriously, but now with the bitter armor of actually not caring what happens next.

#my writing #bridgerton #hamlet #osric #claudius #the viscount's men #<- i now have a tag for them and added it to my previous posts on the subject :D #this goes up to the end of act one; part two will be all about ophelia

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jamiedc-they-them · 4 months ago

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All for one and one for all Part II (Platonic)

Requested by @kaymerx

Part I is here.

Requested Imagine Summary: Y/N learns more about the galaxy and its roots, Kay tries to ignore it - but finds that even she must take a stand.

You being Kay Vess’ best friend? It’s as trip, that’s for sure.

You’re free, finally with the Death Mark removed and free to go wherever you want now. You’ve made your name, you’ve even made a small impact in a war Kay wants nothing to do with – but you, you’re different.

She sees it in your eyes, whenever you go past an Imp. Or when you use your abilities. She wouldn’t exactly call it a ‘higher power’ or anything. But it is something she clocks.

You start asking ND questions about the order before your time. He answers where he can. Telling you about the Jedi and what he, while limited, knew.

He always makes it clear that their mistakes are what led to the Empire. He glitches sometimes, saying about the empire being glorious. Sure, you fixed his glitches, but sometimes old programming comes back.

“So, these, like, temples...” Kay says, piloting the ship out in space looking for things to trade, “are they loaded with things that could get us some credits?”

ND looks to her, “doubtful,” he says, “most temples were for meditation and – traitor – stockpiling texts.”

“Easy there, buddy,” she says, looking to her friend, “Y/N has been really interested in them lately.”

“Yes, they have been,” ND remarks.

“So many rebels wanting them on their side. Swear, everywhere we go, more and more of them show up.”

ND is about to speak, when you run into the room, “I found it!” you exclaim, “I found the temple!”

“What?!” Kay says, excited for you but also in shock.

“It’s not too far, either,” you say, smile on your face, “I know we need to refuel, but -”

“No, no, not at all,” Kay says, flicking some switches, “we have enough to get there and back.”

“Kay – “ND starts to say.

“Uh-uh,” Kay says, “Y/N wants to see a temple? We will go and see a temple.”

So, ND warms up the hyperdrive. Then —

“Punch it.”

The planet is barren. Green and beautiful, but barren. No one around.

“For once, no conflict. Nice,” Kay says, trying to keep things as usual.

“There’s something here,” you say.

Kay looks to you. She doesn’t see anyone, or anything, but she trusts you.

“Stay close, buddy,” she says to Nix as she gets her blaster out.

You change yours to the whip, “we’re getting serious then, whatever’s out there.”

As you begin to make your way into this temple...nothing comes out.

“That sense of yours acting up a bit?” Kay says. Not in a teasing way, but in a more concerned way. She’s always been able to trust it.

“It’s...clouded.”

“What do you mean?”

You take a step. She goes to follow, when --

“Wait here,” you say, voice oddly calm.

“Y/N, there’s no way I’m letting you go in there alone.”

“Trust me?”

“Always,” she says. That should go without saying.

“I’ll be back, I promise.”

With that, you go to this wall. It looks like a door that hasn’t been open...well, ever. Bits are crumpled but it still looks solid.

You hold your hand...and the door opens.

“Whoa...” Kay says, Nix even making his own noise of amazement.

You go in, and the doors close behind you.

“This is freaky,” she says, sitting down, “may as well make ourselves comfortable, bud.”

Nix finds some scraps. Nothing that would be worth any credits, however.

Then, her radio comes to life. It’s ND.

-ay?”

“ND?” she says into it instantly.

“The empire is here, Kay. I believe they’re chasing Y/N once again.”

Now this, this she can deal with.

“Ok buddy,” she says, “here we go.”

It’s not an easy fight. They want you, bad. She’s never seen so many troopers before.

“Come on, Y/N!” she says, cooling her blaster down for another go, “where are- “

BOOM! The doors crumble completely. Debris goes everywhere.

“Oh, there you are,” she says, letting out a nervous chuckle. It got hairy there for a second.

You don’t react to her, instead just flinging out your hand and sending the imps back, all but one. A person in a black outfit with red lines.

“Ah, the Jedi…” they say stunningly.

Kay goes to jump out of cover, and fire some shots off in your honour – but finds herself stuck. She looks to you, you have your hand out – you're the one stopping her from helping.

“Y/N, what are – what are you doing?” she asks, fear coating her tone.

You didn’t answer, only making your weapon into a whip.

The person laughs. Peaking over her cover, Kay sees them turn in a blade, “so, the child has a weapon.”

Kay, loyal as ever, tries to move again, but she’s still held down by your power.

You go, and she hears the fight. Blade clashing against whip. She doesn’t hear any screams, so at least you’re still alive.

She feels that power pinning her down go, and she peers over cover – the imps haven’t shot you, nor are they shooting at her.

A strike hits your leg.

“No!” she cries out, firing a blast. It hits your opponent. It’s a blast shot. But still.

The imps raise their blasters, but their blaster bolts are paused, turned back on themselves, and shot back into them.

Kay runs over. Nix grabs a triangle object that has a red glow to it, as Kay supports you.

“Lean into me, buddy. Were ok, were ok.”

She takes off, and narrowly manages an escape.

“Y/N, hey -” she turns to you, but sees you going to your room.

“Let them go, Kay,” ND advises.

She does so, slumping down in her seat.

“Well,” she says, “at least we didn’t leave empty-handed.”

Kay may not have outward emotions, but Kay could swear his eyes bulge.

“Kay…” ND says slowly, “Where did you find this?”

“Uh, the creepy person dropped it,” she says.

ND looks to the door you just left through, “Y/N cannot get their hands on this.”

“Wait what? Why?”

“That is known as a Sith holocron.”

“A…what and who now?”

“I thought you listened when I spoke to Y/N about the Jedi and the Sith?”

“To be honest, not really. That was more Y/N’s thing than mine. I thought that this temple stuff would help put that all to bed.”

“There is no ‘putting this to bed’, Kay. It won’t ever end.”

Kay cocks her head to the side – he’s serious about this.

“You mean…this is forever?”

“No. This constant battle of the force is forever, but the empire isn’t.”

“How did we get from the imps to this force thing?”

“Because they’re interlinked. Jaylen managed to find some old documents, old texts, and programmed the data into me. He liked to have an edge over his competition in knowledge of the force. He tried to blackmail someone with it once.”

“How’d that go?”

“He almost choked to death.”

Kay whistles, “kind of wish he was.”

“If he was, I wouldn’t have met you.”

“Aw, you going soft on me now, buddy?”

“Kay, I’m serious. The Darkside has now become the empire – it is about hate, greed, and self-centeredness. They used politics to get where they were. Manipulation of a galaxy confused took advantage of the rage some people had and took control. Sadly, the other side was all about the status quo, with small bits of social progress to keep people on their side. Status quo makes people revolt and grow tired past a certain point. Some people want more, and don’t know where to look, so a radical like the Emperor comes along, and before they can realise it – their lives as they knew it was dead.”

“But Y/N isn’t any of those things…mostly. I mean, that deal that went wrong brought out some…bad parts. But we both had an off day, there. And I’m no fan of the status quo, nor what the Imps do. But I mean…I’m not like them.”

“I know you aren’t,” ND assures, “you’re a good person when it comes to it; you don’t hate progress, but you also want actual change, so that we don’t end up with another Empire, just under a different name.”

Kay has a moment to reflect on that.

“From the texts Jaylon showed me, the force is in all of us. Just some can tap into it more. Y/N is one of those people. Just and I’m not broken, neither are they.”

“I – I never said that they were,” Kay is offended by the mere thought.

“I saw the look in your eyes, Kay, just as I see yours going to the Holocron. If you sell it, the empire will find it – if they aren’t tracking it already. If you keep it, Y/N will become more and more tempted to open it.”

“Then we need to get rid of it. Y/N maybe more in control with those few texts we found and whatever circle they draw now to like just to sit there –”

“Meditate –”

“Meditate, right,” she corrects, “but I’m not losing my best friend.”

Finding a buyer is harder than she thought, actually. Most contacts don’t even want to be near that thing. Just for the attention it will bring alone.

She sees you being more irritable. You’re in control still, but you use your mind trick more, choking more people and being more brutal.

Your abilities are harsher.

On one job, one not revolving around the Holocron, it soon becomes that – as the empire and the person from before reappear.

You manage to use your ability to force Kay back. And she never does know for sure, but she guesses, use your ability to make ND shut the door. She watches through the window, banging on it, as you are stunned by the Empire.

“No!” she cries out. ND holds her, “Let me go! Let me go! Y/N!”

After the ships have gone, it is then that ND lets go.

“We – we have to go after them.”

“Kay – “

“NO! I don’t care, ok?! Y/N is family, I – I can’t let them down like this. I – I should’ve thrown that stupid thing away!”

“The empire would have kept coming.”

She wipes her tears, “why?”

“Because Y/N is a force user who isn’t under the empire’s control. One day, this unrelenting force of the empire was going to catch up in some way.”

“So, it – it’s hopeless?”

“No,” he denies instantly, “we will get Y/N back, Kay. We just need people who won’t sell us out to do it. They’ve helped us once, I’m sure they will again. With someone like Y/N, they will be on one of the empire’s bases. That can be a huge advantage to them to take out.”

“…I’m not a rebel.”

“Well, you are in the underworld,” Kay chuckles despite herself at ND’s joke, “but, no, no one is asking you to sign up with them. If you want to call them a means to an end, then that is fine. But, right now, this will be our only shot to getting Y/N back and making sure that they can’t track us for a while. This was always going to happen, Kay, if you don’t resist – even a little – the darkness will consume you. It may rise again, but if you don’t spot the signs of it now, then we will just repeat these cycles until it is you under the scope of the Empire – or however they name themselves if they get lucky again - instead.”

She wipes her face again. She looks to Nix, who chirps.

“Ok…ok,” she says, scratching her best friend behind the ear. He purrs, “Let’s hope they’re still on the same frequency.”

Be some luck, Asara answers, “Well, well, Kay Vess –” his smile goes as soon as he sees the look on her face, “how can we help?” is all he asks.

We, Kay clocks. There are other people facing this darkness too – all in their own ways.

“It’s Y/N,” she says.

His look turns serious, “sending coordinates now, meet us there.”

She locks in the coordinates, and looks to ND:

“Punch it” she says.

And, to his word, he is there, with a few other rebellion fighters.

“What happened to Y/N?”

“Some…I don’t know, some person took them. They worked with the imps.”

“I thought the inquisitors were all gone. Guess it makes sense there’d be a few left still.”

“The who?”

“Dark side users. Loyal to the empire.”

“Kriff!”

“Hey. No, we’ll be ok,” he assures, “Y/N’s tough. Some scouts saw some imperial ships leaving the planet you were in. That’s gotta be them.”

She nods, “Why are you helping me? I thought we had a one-and-done type of deal?”

“You’re someone who needs a hand, we’re here to lend it,” he says, honestly, “that is the galaxy we’re fighting for. One where people have choices. That…and I lost family to the empire, too; and I want to make sure that you don’t lose yours.”

She smiles, “thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

She doesn’t. Instead, they make – or at least put together a rough draft that will have to do – a plan.

The fighters distract the ships mid-transport, giving Kay the time she needs to disable the shields and crash-land into the ship.

“Could’ve gone better,” Kay groans, getting up in the cockpit.

“Here they come,” ND says.

“Ok, guys,” she says, getting her blaster out, “let’s go save our friend.”

The rebels keep their comms open with Kay as she blasts her way through the Imps in her way. ND joins and Nix distracts.

Jaylon also gave ND blueprints to ships, which is useful – as the Rebels did have some as well, but Kay couldn’t remember all the turns.

They turn to a hallway, Kay having to catch herself from sliding over as the cleaner droid hasn’t been seen in a while, and they’re in a hallway with cells.

“What – what are these?”

“Prisoner cells. Mostly used for torture.”

“Oh – oh kriff.”

Instinct driving her, she blasts the control panel. Each door revealed nothing behind it making her lose more and more hope until –

“Looking for someone?”

She spins, herself and ND raising their weapons as Nix growls, the Inquisitor holds you, blade at your neck.

“Ah,” the Inquisitor says, “one more step, and the jedi dies here.”

“Y/N is no jedi,” Kay says.

“Maybe…” the Inquisitor says, eyeing Kay, “give me the holocron.”

Kay looks to you, but sees you not enraged she kept this from you – did you know all along?

She reaches into her bag, holding it out.

You all back up – the Inquisitor leading you to a hallway with no rails. Good vantage point, she guesses on all sides, and a long drop for bodies to fall. God, these sods really did think of everything, didn’t they? It’s almost identical to one she went through earlier.

She looks at you, and you nod. You hold your hands out, no longer gripping the arm that holds you.

“Go and get it, then,” she says, letting it fall into that void.

“No!” the Inquisitor screams. You use their moment of weakness to grab the blade. You hit the deactivate button and get the arm over your head. Kay throws you your weapon. You make it go to blaster mode and blast the armour a few times.

The shots make them drop their blade. You grab it, and turn it on, impaling them.

“I’m not a Jedi…” you say to the Inquisitor, “but I’m also not a Sith.”

With that, they fall, sabre still in them.

Kay rushes to you, “Are you ok? You’re not hurt? Oh god –” they all come out at once, some repeated, some not. She puts her hands on your shoulders, before moving one to your cheek as she looks you over. Nix nuzzles into you. She notices a cut on your cheek.

“Kay,” you say, putting your hand on her’s, “I’m ok. I’m alive. I resisted.”

Resistance, she used to hate the word – regarding the rebellion and empire – but now it means something to her. It’s what keep you both stable. It’s what keep you both alive.

“Vess,” Asara says through the comms, “we’ve boarded. Planting the bombs now; you got Y/N.”

“Yup,” she answers, “got them,” she says in relief, a smile beaming on her face.

He sighs relief.

It’s like old times, you with your ever-changing weapon, and your friends all blasting your way out.

You make it. And somehow you and Kay as more in sync than ever. There’s determination in her now. Rebelling in her own way.

You get out, going planetside to debrief.

After it, Asara approaches Kay, “You did good out there,”

“Yeah, well, they’re my family, just as those lot are yours.”

“Still, I’m glad we teamed up again, we did a big blow to the empire and the sigh.”

“Nice that I actually know that sword now, a little.”

There’s a chuckle, “It’s complicated, more than it seems anyway. All different subsects.”

“That it is,” she agrees.

“I’m glad, Y/N has you. We have a force user on our side, maybe I can have him send some information to you that might help Y/N.”

Kay nods, arms folded as she watches you fondly playing with Nix, “thanks,” she says, “but Y/N isn’t interested in joining your cult, nor I your rebellion,” as he goes to open his mouth, Kay continues, “but, helping out every so often – for a price, of course – doesn’t seem so bad.”

Another chuckle, and a sparkle in his eyes, “I'd expect nothing less.”

They part ways, and Kay comes up to you.

“Hey,” she says.

“Hey,” you parrot back.

“I’m sorry…for not seeing before about how important this stuff is. Quite the galaxy we’re in, huh?”

“That it is,” you agree, “one with its charms.”

Kay hums, “I don’t know if we’re exactly the rebel type.”

You chuckle, “we already are, Kay. Just a different thorn in their side.”

She smiles, she can do that.

She can be that.

You’re walking your special paths of light to cut through the dark.

That was a fight she’d gladly join your side to do.

Just as you would join her in battle any day.

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