#and the nearest ACTUAL animal hospital is an hour away in the path of a storm in the mountains

[mysterious-prophetess]

Unless a business is an ACTUAL animal hospital, they shouldn't be allowed to label themselves as such.

[mmvalentine]

Afraid of the Dark pt 3 | Feysand

Prompt fill: "Feysand as werewolves." Read part 1 part 2 part 4. CW: violence.

Feyre stayed five weeks with Rhys before Tamlin found her.

The first few days, she walked around like a ghost, and then she got very hard headed all of a sudden and decided that was enough and she was moving on with her life.

Rhys's crew visited every day, after that. Mor, Cassian, Azriel and Amren. The people he always saw hanging around the bar with him, but had never talked to her as much as Rhys had. And they were so lovely.

In truth, Feyre was not entirely comfortable with it at first. Kept shrinking into Rhys's side, because him she knew but she couldn't fathom why the others were being so nice to her. But over the weeks, she came to crave their presence and delight in their warmth and their wickedness.

Feyre never went back to the house. She gave the key to Rhys's friends and they went during work hours to collect her things. And to leave the letter that she had written Tamlin, telling him that she was leaving him, and not to come look for her.

Somewhere in the second week she started sleeping in Rhys's bed. Just turned up one day, after lying awake yet again in the spare room and not knowing how to sleep alone, and crawled in next to him. He had wrapped his arms around her and gone straight back to sleep like they did this every day. And so they did.

And of course Feyre got to go back to Velaris. Still loved it there, and although Tamlin was sure to check there for her eventually, she felt safe being surrounded by people in leather jackets. One night, they stayed late after closing and Rhys had to carry her home. It was only wine-drunk that she was able to finally ask him.

"So," she said slowly, once he had gotten them both into bed. "You're a werewolf."

"Sometimes," Rhys responded, moving his head on the pillow.

"Not sometimes," Feyre argued. "You're either a werewolf or you're not."

"Well, sometimes I'm a werewolf, and sometimes I'm just Rhys."

"Okay just Rhys," Feyre said tipsily. "Well I liked you as Mr Wolf, too."

Rhys chuckled. "Well thanks."

"Can you be Mr Wolf some time again? I miss him."

Rhys looked at her strangely. "Why?"

"Because I could always tell him things."

"You can still tell me things."

Feyre frowned, and her eyes slid closed. "Not as many things," she said, and then fell asleep.

When she woke up, Rhys was a wolf.

He was curled up on the foot of the bed, and Feyre grinned broadly at him.

"Mr Wolf!" she said happily. She got up and patted his soft, black fur, and scratched his massive ears.

For a minute, Rhys just lifted his chin and enjoyed the scratches. Then he hopped off the bed, and looked back at Feyre with those endless violet eyes. She scrambled out of bed, and followed.

"Where are we going Mr Wolf?" she asked. She pulled her coat and shoes on. "Are we going for a walk? It's been a while."

Suddenly she was excited. She hadn't walked through the forest in some time, and she had never walked with the wolf in the day time.

"I've got so many things to tell you," she said.

So they walked.

The forest was different early in the morning. The fog was thick and everything smelled fresh, and green. Rhys let Feyre lead the way, padding along silently next to her.

"Well," Feyre started. "The big update I have for you is that I've left Tamlin. Didn't think I could ever do it, but here we are. And you know what?" She looked at Rhys, and grinned. "I think I'm actually happy." She laughed. "I didn't know I could be happy."

Feyre jumped down off a log, and Rhys landed right behind her. She kept walking. "Everyone's so nice to me. Most of the time I feel like I don't deserve it, but also I don't know what I'd do without them all."

She sat down on a large stone, and Rhys sat down next to her.

"And you," she said, stroking his head. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Suddenly, Rhys went taut. He leapt in front of Feyre and started growling, teeth out and ears flat against his head.

"What's wrong?" Feyre breathed. She looked around, scanning wildly for the danger Rhys clearly could scent.

"Just stay still," came a voice. Feyre whipped her head toward it, and Tamlin stepped out of the forest with a shotgun on his shoulder.

"Stay very still, and it'll all be over," Tamlin said.

"No," Feyre breathed. "No Tamlin, don't."

"It's okay," Tamlin said, "I'm here to save you."

"Tamlin don't, it's not hurting me!"

"It's a wild animal, Feyre." He looked up at her then. "And where the hell have you been, anyway?"

Feyre lifted her chin. "It's not your concern anymore. We're no longer together."

"We're together until I say we're not," Tamlin snarled. "Now I'm going to put this thing down and then you're coming home with me."

Rhys was growling louder now, stepping toward Tamlin but also wary of the shot gun.

"No!" Feyre cried. "Okay. Okay look, I'll come home with you, just don't shoot the wolf."

"Like I give a fuck about what you want, or about some stupid mangy dog," Tamlin said, and then pulled the trigger.

Feyre dove.

Dove right into the path because she knew it was coming, knew Tamlin would always choose violence over negotiation especially when it meant giving up anything for Feyre. So she jumped, and collected the bullet somewhere against her ribcage and by the time she hit the ground Rhys had already lunged for Tamlin's throat.

She closed her eyes. Time seemed to speed up between blinking.

Opened her eyes and Rhys was human again, and Tamlin was lying somewhere further away and not moving. Closed her eyes.

Opened her eyes and she was in Rhys's lap, and he had taken off his jacket and t-shirt and was strips of the latter to bind her wound. Closed her eyes.

Opened her eyes and realised Rhys had been talking to her.

"Feyre," he was saying. "Feyre, Feyre why did you do that, fuck why Feyre? I'm so sorry, I'm so so sorry."

It's not your fault," she said to him. Her mouth felt like it was moving through treacle as she tried to talk.

"I told you you'd never have to worry about him again," Rhys said. "And I failed. We're going to get you to a hospital," he said.

But Feyre knew that the nearest hospital was miles away, there was no cell reception in the forest, and they were on foot.

"You know," Feyre said. "I don't mind dying."

"I mind," Rhys gritted out. "You aren't going to die today."

"I've just... not had that good a time being alive." She lifted a hand to his face, and it was red with blood. "Maybe it'd be different if I was like you. If I were you, I'd just be a wolf forever and ever and I'd live in the forest and be happy."

Rhys went still. "Would you?" he asked. "Would you be happy as a wolf? As a half thing?" Feyre smiled.

"Better half human than whole human, I reckon," she said.

"Alright," Rhys said. His throat was tight and his voice was hoarse. "I can make that happen."

"Make what happen?" Feyre asked, and then her eyes closed again and the pain stopped, and a peace spread through her belly. She didn't mind, truly. Didn't mind dying. The last thing she was conscious of was Rhys's lips on the join of her neck and shoulder.

Not his lips.

His teeth.

****

Did I just want to kill Tamlin off? Maybe.

Okay looks like it's 4 parts not 3 because ya gal CANNOT write concisely! One more, rascals xx

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[eirian-houpe]

The Library Beneath the Clock Tower - Chapter 31

Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Belle/Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold, Belle/Gaston (Once Upon a Time)

Characters: Belle (Once Upon a Time), Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold, Red Riding Hood | Ruby, Widow Lucas | Granny, Grumpy | Leroy, Maurice | Moe French, Evil Queen | Regina Mills, Merida (Once Upon a Time), Jiminy Cricket | Archie Hopper, Gaston (Once Upon a Time), Le Fou, Mad Hatter | Jefferson, Prince Charming | David Nolan, Gus | Billy, Huntsman | Sheriff Graham, Mother Trude (Fairytale Character)

Additional Tags: Bookshop On the Corner, slightly AU, Cursed Storybrooke (Once Upon a Time), Alternate Universe - In Storybrooke | Cursed (Once Upon a Time), Eventual Smut

Summary: Storybrooke has no library, and neither does Belle, not since the library where she worked in Boston discovered her past as an inpatient at a mental hospital. Taking her future into her own hands, Belle travels to Storybrooke where her intention is to open up the town library, but all does not go according to her plan. Obstacles and false starts, and diversion along very wrong pathways interrupt her journey toward fulfilling her dream, as well as taking her rightful place and becoming a part of the Storybrooke community.

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Chapter 31 - Questionable Choices

“Oh, my gods! What happened?” Belle rushed forwards to grasp Gold’s wrists in her hands and pull them toward her, at the same time looking into the car besides which Mister Gold still stood. Gold pulled his arms from her grasp and nodded his head toward the car.

“Someone’s dog got at one of the lambs,” he snapped, “I have to get him to the nearest emergency vet, and once again, I find the road blocked and you are at the heart of it.”

From the edge of the clearing, Hunter’s voice sounded, harsh and cold, in complete contrast to the tone’s he’d used before, when he had been speaking with Belle.

“There’s no need for that kind of attitude, Mister Gold,” Belle watched surprise briefly flash through Gold’s eyes, before Hunter went on, “Yes, Sir, I know who you are.”

“And am I supposed to be concerned?” Gold tossed back, then looked at Belle, and asked, incredulously, “And what exactly are you two doing out here in the dead of night anyway?”

“What I choose to do with my evenings, Mister Gold, are none of your business.” Belle said.

“Evening?” Gold raised and incredulous eyebrow. “You do know the hour is well past midnight, don’t you, Miss Marchland?”

“I’m well aware of the time,” Belle snapped, “And you’re my landlord, not my father, so the fact that I’m out at this time should be neither here nor there to you, Gold.”

For the first time she could remember she dropped all forms of politeness when speaking with him, even his title, and she crossed her arms over her chest defensively. It wasn’t necessarily that they’d been caught, ‘necking’ in the woods, as Ruby might have said, but the fact that Ruby might well have scolded her just as Gold was. What the hell was she doing?

Gold looked over at Hunter, and with his lip curled into a snarl, that was matched by his tone said, “Will you move your truck, or must I call the Sheriff to report your indecent attempts to defile our town librarian?”

Belle had no idea where the audacity came from, either for his accusation or the resulting slap she gave so hard to the side of Gold’s face that it left her hand stinging from it. He didn’t move, though he did rock back on his heels, and his face hardened, his lips pursing into a flat line.

“How dare you?” she spluttered, her face flushing scarlet.

“Miss Marchland,” he said, his voice deadly calm. “What do you actually know about this… man?” he said the final word full of mocking sarcasm. “Where he goes… what he does, traveling the country like some kind of privateer?”

“Well, I…” she started, subdued for a moment before she realized that she was letting herself get dictated to again, and snapped, “More than you and that’s for sure!”

Gold regarded her steadily for a moment before he looked over her shoulder at Hunter, who had stepped closer when her little altercation with Gold began.

“Do you think?” he said, his voice a steady, controlled mask against his feelings.

She frowned and turned sideways to both men and saw that each of them had their eyes locked on the other, and their expressions were the personification of thunder and hatred.

It was Hunter that moved first. He took a step forward, and slightly closer to her, enough that she could feel the heat from his body across the narrow gap between them, but Gold that spoke before he did , eyes still locked with Hunter’s as he said, “Move. Your damned. Truck.”

For a moment, Belle thought Hunter was going to refuse, but surely not. Under the circumstances, no matter how rude and horrible Gold was being, it wasn’t the lamb’s fault and she couldn’t believe that Hunter would be so cruel as to continue to let an innocent creature suffer. She jumped when she felt his fingers close around her arm.

“Come with me, Belle,” he said, and she frowned. The words sounded more like a command than an invitation, and that, along with her own thoughts, made her feel like she wanted to cry.

What the hell are you thinking coming out into the woods at midnight with a man you hardly know and don’t even have a real relationship with!

“I… I can’t,” she said after a moment and pulled her arm out of his grasp.

“But I have to g—” he said, and she felt as though she had curled in on herself. She knew his time was limited and that even without a pick up from the cannery, he still had deliveries that he had to make.

“I know,” she said, cutting him off. “And I’m sorry, but I—”

“The truck.” Gold interrupted coldly - furious.

Without a word, Hunter turned on his heel, and stalked back toward where the truck was parked across the track’s entry, snatching the picnic basket along the way. With a last look at the anger on Gold’s face, Belle followed. The least she could do was see him safely away, but he climbed up into the truck without a word and Belle felt terribly guilty for not agreeing to go with him.

Before he could close the door, she jumped up onto the step and leaned into the open cab, reaching for him with one hand, and grasping the front of his shirt. She pulled him closer until he was close enough to take his mouth in a kiss. He tasted of cheese and salmon, and a tangy fruity taste she could not identify. For a moment he seemed surprised, and then he slid his hands either side of her face and kissed her back, just as deeply.

She was breathless when the kiss ended and she was a little more hopeful that she hadn’t completely spoiled what they had been growing between them. She hopped down backwards, staggering a little when it seemed a little further down to the ground than she thought it was going be and stepped back as Hunter pulled the door closed. Then she heard the discordant roar of the engine drowning out the natural sounds, and it seemed somehow wrong in the quiet of Storybrooke, and the lights, when he turned them on, seemed suddenly too bright.

She stood back and folded her arms across her chest as she watched the truck slowly begin to pull away as though the effort of moving was almost too much. For a second it seemed like a metaphor of some kind, but she pushed thought away.

The roar of the truck’s engine was replaced by the purr of Gold’s car as it came from behind her, on the path that led into the trees. She bit her lip, feeling suddenly ashamed of the way she had behaved. She didn’t remember ever slapping anyone the way she had Gold and she expected him to simply drive on past and leave her at the side of the road. Instead, though he was already driving slowly, he brought his car to a stop beside her and wound down the window. In a completely contrary fashion, his thoughtfulness made her angry, resentful.

“Miss Marchland,” he said quietly but clipped, “I can’t leave you here by yourself in the dark; in the dead of night.”

“I’m fine,” she snapped. “I can look after myself - thank you very much.”

“I didn’t say otherwise,” he said, though his attempt to mollify her pride was somewhat negated by the words that came from him next, “However, since your ideas of ‘looking after yourself’ include climbing rotten trees, and meeting strangers for midnight picnics in perhaps one of the darkest spots in Storybrooke, you’ll excuse me, I hope, if I find myself unable to trust your judgment.”

“You arrogant—”

“Yes, yes, that’s already been established, so please, get into the car and allow me to run you home,” he interrupted. “This animal needs a vet and I’d rather get him there sooner than later.”

She huffed, and didn’t want to, so was somewhat disappointed with herself when she walked around the car, opened the door and got into the passenger side.

“Will he be all right, do you think?” she asked, glancing into the back where Gold had wrapped the lamb in a blanket of some kind and attempted to contain the animal in a box.

“I hope so,” he answered. “Time will tell.”

He drove swiftly back to Storybrooke, and neither of them spoke another word on the journey, not even anything more of antagonism between the two of them, and when he dropped her off outside of the library, he did not bid her goodnight, and she returned the courtesy just as he had given it.

Instead she stormed to the outside door leading into the apartment, anger knotted in her belly only she didn’t know at whom she was most angry: Hunter for implying a threat to Gold, Gold for his outright nastiness, or herself… for yet again making stupid choices.

[dong-hyucks]

 goodbye ; nakamoto yuta

characters: yuta // fem!reader // ft. NCT (kind of lmao)

genre: angst // character death (please do not read if you are sensitive to this topic)

word count: 3.1k+

a/n: in honor of NCT’s Japan comeback, i’m writing some yuta angst! (p.s. protect this man, i love him)

Pressing the pad of his thumb firmly on the thorn of a rose that sat on your beside table, he opened yet another wound. But, he was not fazed, in fact, by this point, nothing could break him out of this trance he had let himself fall under. no one knew if it was because of your peaceful face, the blank walls, or the monotonous tone of the heart monitor. Sometimes, it would slow, and others it would speed up, but none of this was news to him. He just waited for the day when you were finally forced to make a decision.

“Yuta, why don’t you come and eat?” The nurse suggested. By now, all of the staff stationed on the wing of the hospital where he was had grown accustomed to him staying past visiting hours, and sleeping in your room. 

“Alright.” His reply startled her, he never said yes to leaving your side. Normally, all he did was watch. He waited and waited, eyes searching for any other sign of life besides the steady rise and fall of your chest. Nakamoto Yuta hadn’t found anything.

Unfurling himself from the warm hug that the blankets placed on his shoulders provided, he hesitantly put a foot on the ground. He hadn’t been outside this hospital premises in months. If he happened to be kicked out of your room, he slept in the lobby, and if security threw him out all together, he slept outside. His favorite spot was near a flower bush, where he could stare up at the sky, and try to count the stars ...

The cool night air caressed his features as the two of you walked along the nature path. You kept stealing glances at him, and he at you. True love was found when the two of you met gazes. Looking at Yuta was jolted you into a new reality. But, if there was a reality like this, then there had to be one that wasn’t as much like a dream. That fact was inevitable.

“Isn’t this beautiful?” You asked, breathing labored. Yuta didn’t answer, because, as clichè as it sounded, he wasn’t looking where you were. Not even remotely close. His stare bored into your side profile, and he watched as your eyes twinkled. He believed you to be communicating with the stars.

They sparkled a small ‘hello,’ and you replied with a ‘how do you do?’ The conversation didn’t end there, because the night was still young, but, as the hours on the invisible clock got larger, the talk died down, and the celestial bodies said their goodbyes.

“Goodnight, stars.” 

You didn’t really mean it, being that you had all that you needed right next to you. He was your sun, the brightest star in the solar system, one that was necessary to keep on living. He was your moon, something ethereal, and adorned by all nations. And, he was every single one of your stars. He shined without failure through night and day, even when he couldn’t be seen. 

Taeyong enveloped Yuta in a large hug, gripping him tightly, and lightly squeezed. Yuta did nothing but stand, he stood in Taeyong’s hold, to stunned that he had voluntarily left you. Taeyong’s embrace looked feathery and kind, but in actuality, it was iron-solid and had Yuta internally gasping for air. When Taeyong let go of him, he almost fell. He was was so unfamiliar with the feeling of the tile floor on his feet that he didn’t know what to think.

A soft hand on Yuta’s shoulder made him shiver, and he whipped around to face Sicheng. “Eat, Yuta,” he murmured, “(Name) would want you to take care of yourself.” At the mention of your name, Yuta snapped, he was absolutely positive that the boys could hear his heart shattering. He hadn’t heard your real name in weeks. Weeks. He didn’t even know how long that was anymore. The seconds that ticked by just bled together, like watercolor paint on a completely clear canvas.

He stuffed food into his face, but he couldn’t taste any of it. It was like he was chewing on a dry sponge. Nothing was good anymore; everything he ate, it was just for sustenance. Even his favorite meal—which they had brought for him— wasn’t enough to cheer him up.

The quiet chatter of the people around him and the slight brushing of his arm against Sicheng’s were the only things keeping him sane. He had realized one night while sleeping in your room, that background noise seemed to drown out all of the painful distractions for a little while. But, the ideas were always there, sort of “prodding a bear with a stick.” Although, does the stick really matter if the bear is already dead?

“Yuta, look!” You exclaimed, pointing to the enclosure holding the giant black bear. He smiled, and nodded rapidly. He loved going to the zoo, because even if it was a vulture ripping apart a carcass, you would always find the beauty in it. Yuta loved that about you.

“Wow! It’s huge!” He whisper-yelled, leaning closer to you. You snickered and he scrunched up his nose. “Oh God, (Name), grow up!” His laughter echoed through the empty hallway as the two of you walk from the exhibit. 

“I’ll never grow up, Yuta! As long as I’m with you, I’ll never get old!” You giggled, “Even if our skin wrinkles and our eyesight fades, I’ll still feel young!” Your words made his heart swell, just thinking about your future together made him giddy. He studied your smile with great detail. Yuta leaned into you, cupped both of your cheeks with his plush hands, and planted his lips onto yours. In that moment, he studied your smile with great detail. The way your lips curled up tickled him pink, and when you pulled away, the only thing he could do was go back in for more. He left little pecks all over your face, and he held onto you like there was no tomorrow.

“Yuta,” you started, having settled down now, “what animal do you think you are?” A sly grin spread across his features, and he slipped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest.

“I’m a bear,” he roared, “I’m your bear!” This time, it was your laughter that rang out. It startled some pigeons picking up scraps from the sidewalk.

“Papa Bear.” You pushed a finger into his toned stomach. “Mama Bear.” Your finger came back to point at yourself, and he kissed your temple. 

“I love Mama Bear lots,” he chuckled in a jovial grumble.

“Mama Bear knows,” you replied, “but she loves Papa Bear lots more ...”

Back in your room, Yuta sat next to you and held your smooth hand in his calloused one. He talked to you slowly, in a mix of Korean and Japanese, his voice faltered when he spoke about what was happening now. He told you about their recent comeback, and how it was in Japanese. Yuta could imagine your eyes filling with a sincere look of pride as he uttered those words. 

“... it was so much fun, (Name). Remember I played it for you a couple days ago? It’s the new version of Limitless ...” Alternating languages he kept speaking, “... (Name), you know that boys came today, and I ate. Sicheng told me it’s what you would’ve wanted ...” His speech gradually died out, and the only sound filling the room was the steady beep of the heart monitor. 

Yuta struggled to sleep, because every time he closed his eyes, he was brought back to the day when you wouldn’t wake up. The words printed on your chart and hospital tag were like monsters hiding under his bed; they were always there, but not always visible. (PVS; HYPOXIA, CEREBRAL). His heart clenched when the doctors explained what that meant to him.

You had minimal amounts of oxygen flowing to your brain, and it was causing damage. The condition launched you into a coma, less commonly known as persistent vegetative state, meaning that your brain was still working and you were still breathing, but nothing came from it. There’s a difference between living and staying alive, and currently, you were doing the latter. 

Yuta hadn’t realized how many hours had passed, until the nurse from earlier came in and told him visiting hours were over. This time, unlike many others, he complied, standing and walking all the way out of the building. He passed through the lobby, he passed the small flower bush next to the bench he had slept on many a night before, and for the first time in about three months, he went home. Yuta walked from the hospital to the nearest bus stop, and he waited, but it wasn’t for you this time.

When he got back to the dorms, he collapsed on the large couch and said nothing. No one came to him, and there was no background noise. There wasn’t even the beating of cardiac monitor. It was just Yuta, he was alone in his thoughts. He was alone in his thoughts. He was alone.

“Yuta, Yuta, Yuta!” You yelled, trying to stop bawling, “Stop! Calm down, please?!” His name fell like a mantra from your lips as he raged around your apartment. He was angry with his job, with his parents, and with his life. All of this commotion you were suddenly burdened with had caused you to start crying.

“Me? Stop?! Look at you, you’re just as bad! Your blubbering like an idiot, and you can’t quit, can you?!” Yuta’s voice cut through your entire being. A thousand knives had pierced your stomach right then and there. His words were cold and sharp, unforgiving and merciless ... but true. Your bottom lips quivered, and you flopped down on the couch, trying to regain your composure, so you could deal with him like an adult. 

“Nakamoto Yuta,” your utterance was as dark as your eyes as you glared up at him, “don’t ever make me cry again.” The guttural tone to your voice shocked him into reality. His hands flew to the top of his head, and his eyes widened.

“What’ve I done?” Yuta’s gasp filled the room, as he finally cleared all of the red from his vision, and he saw the tears that pricked your vision. He rushed to where you were, but you turned away from his inviting embrace. “No.” Your eyes gleamed with malice, and the rivulets that threatened to fall just made them scarier.

“I understand that you’re unhappy, but that doesn’t mean you can take it out on me,” you replied, staring him down with as much seriousness you could muster. He nodded, his Adam’s Apple bobbing with every swallow he took.

“I’m so sorry.”

“I know, Yuta. I know,” you answered. Then, he exploded into a weeping mess. He rocketed his face into your chest, and you let him sob.

“I don’t want to be alone. Please don’t leave me, (Name)?” if you had died that day, that plead would be the one thing you remembered. It was so scared and innocent, it was so saddening.

“I’ll never leave you, Yuta. I promise.”

It was five in the evening when Yuta forced himself awake. He ran his hands over his face, trying to jolt himself back to the real world. When he glanced at the clock, he was startled. The slow feeling of impending doom washed over him. As soon as he opened his eyes, emotions were piled onto his fragile self. He was misery’s playground.

Launching himself up and out the door as fast as he could, he ran to the hospital. He couldn’t place a finger on what was bothering him last night. He wouldn’t be able to explain why he did what he did.

You vowed to never leave him. But, he left you first. While running, he passed the now dying rose bush, and his step faltered. It was the middle spring, and the beautiful blossoms were becoming brown.

Yuta was never good at gardening. But, he remembered that you loved roses. In the small garden window that your apartment had, there would always be one or two of the flowers. He could just barely hear you laughing at him, ‘Yuta, roses don’t grow in spring. They’re going to die.’ That was when the two of you started dating, and he tried to plant roses in the garden outside your parent’s house.

‘They’re going to die.’ They, undeniably, were going to die ... were you?

He sprinted into the waiting room, blowing past the guards and the nursing staff. People in the elevator paid him no mind as he fidgeted and bounced around. They didn’t care, because on the inside, they were doing the same. Those people that looked calm were lying to themselves. Their minds were in the midst of a chaotic battle. Will the person they’re going to see live? All of them awaited the painful choice every patient in here was pressured to make.

‘To be, or not to be? That is the question.’

Graduation day. You were graduating this year, and Yuta begged his managers to take him to it. He never got to go to college because of his career, but if he could watch you complete it, it would mean the world to him. When they agreed, he was ecstatic, and he bragged to all of the other boys. He gloated about how you were getting your degree in biomedical engineering until all of the members—even the Dreamies who were normally all over news about you—wanted him to stop talking.

They left when the clock struck three. The ceremony wasn’t until five, but Yuta wanted to be there early. On the train ride there, Mark and Taeyong had to keep telling him to sit down, because he was too hyper to stand. The two of them just thought about how lucky they were to be in an almost empty car.

When they arrived, Yuta bolted through the doors, head turning on a swivel trying to find you. He spotted your friend through the sea of people, and ran to her.

“Where’s (Name), Bo-hee?” He asked, putting both of his hands on her shoulders. Her eyes crinkled as she smiled, and she patted his cheek.

“That’s adorable. You guys are too cute,” she gushed, “(Name)’s preparing her valedictorian speech now. She doesn’t need to, but she’s nervous.” Yuta shook his head and scoffed at her compliment. She said that every time he did something sweet for you.

“Valedictorian? She never told me,” Yuta breathed. Suddenly, Bo-hee’s eyes grew a bit darker. They weren’t frightening; more so, they were disappointed.

“She didn’t tell you, because she didn’t think you were going to come.” She saw the hurt in his eyes, and offered him a bitter half smile. Bo-hee placed her right hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry Yuta, that’s probably not what you wanted to hear right now.”

“No, it’s okay,” he replied, “actually, thanks for telling me.” Her stare grew cautious as Yuta stalked off to the room she told him you were in, and she went to take her seat in the reserved section.

When Yuta opened the door, his ears were graced with your quiet, but influential voice. He walked up behind you, and your gazes met in the mirror.

“You thought I wouldn’t come?” The question was innocent, with no vicious intent. He honestly wanted to know. The fact that you didn’t trust him to be there during one of the most momentous parts of your life hurt him. You peered down at your notecards guiltily.

“I know how busy you are, and—” His vacant chocolate glance silenced you. He really was upset.

“(Name), I wouldn’t miss this if I was in the hospital dying!” He explained, laughing sourly, “Your success is my success, just like your happiness is my happiness.” Tilting your head up towards his face, you leaned into his chest, a small smile creeping onto your lips.

“Y’know, if you went to college, you would’ve made a great valedictorian.”

“You’re delusional woman,” he chuckled, “now, go out there and give them the speech of a lifetime.” A significant blush appeared on your cheeks, and you flashed him a silly grin.

“I’m sorry for doubting you, Yuta,” you muttered. He clicked his tongue, and pushed you out the door.

“Don’t be sorry, just do well, okay?”

His heart shattered in every way possible when he made it to your room. The blinds had been pulled up, and what he saw terrified him. The cup of water on your bedside table had been emptied and the sheets on your bed had been stripped. The only thing that remained was a fresh bouquet of elusive black roses.

Walking into your room, he went straight to the horrific flowers. A piece of white in all of the darkness caught his eye. It was a note. As small and insignificant as it was, it offered a sense of hope. It made his fragmented heart swell, just as it was plunged back into the dark abyss that was agony.

On the slip of paper, there was one word written.

‘Goodbye.’

Reluctantly, he allowed the sobs held not-so-securely inside of him to be released. Yuta fell to his knees in front of the nightstand and whimpered as salty droplets fell from his eyes to the floor. Normally, this would never happen. But, everything has to happen once in a lifetime ... including death ... 

When Yuta pulled himself up from the ground, the top halves of his knees peeking out beneath his distressed jeans were bloodied and bruised. Dried tears made his face stiff and his skin rough. He balled himself up, and just rocked back and forth for a few minutes. He cried into his folded arms, and prayed to whatever was listening for this all to be a grossly realistic nightmare.

Yuta tried everything he had learned from the movies. He tried pinching himself, he tried splashing cold water on his face, and he even went back outside to let the brisk wind collide with his wet cheeks. But, to no avail.

Again, he passed through the automatic hospital doors, and when he reached your room once more, he was met with the pitiful appearance of your parents.

Your father stared unseeingly at the ceiling, and your mother had her face buried in her tiny hands. Misty-eyed and brokenhearted already, this situation physically, mentally, and emotionally furthered his fragmentation.

“Where is she?” Yuta asked, “Where is she?! I need to see her.”

Everything went silent. The staff stopped their nonsensical chirping, and the atmosphere grew so thick that a chef would have to use a butcher knife to cut it. Yuta’s froze in a manic stance, and the blood in his veins ran ice cold. Your mother pulled her swollen, puffy face out of her palms to glare at Yuta.

“You can’t, Yuta,” she snarled, spit flying from her mouth, “my daughter is gone.”

[averymtchl]

So this is my first final OC... i dont really know what i should write so ill just say what i think could be interesting.

His name is Avery Mitchell. He is a 19 years old boy, 1,58 m tall and he was born in Russia. That would conclude his basic profile but that has a LOT of holes so as for his Story... get ready for some reading!

(i am really sorry... i hope this wont be too long :/ , also there are some parts that some people might react offended due to personal reasong so my apologies. please consider this warning)

Avery Mitchell was born in a small shack in a forest in Russia. His mother (Vera Mitchel) resented him scince he was the child of her rapist but his father (Maxim Mitchel) and brother (Viktor Mitchel) cared about him the best they could. His brother was two years older then him but he was the actual child of both their mother and his father, so he was kind of the string that held the family for a few years together. After the rape of Vera the family withdrew into the small shack Maxim owned, on the mothers requests, and she began to grow more depressed due to Maxims pleading to keep the child. Once Avery was born things started to fall apart inside the family. Vera hated Avery and began drinking a lot. The brothers, after a few years, grew as close as twins and loved to play in the forest and scince the father was the only one providing money and food the next few years went by pretty lonely and quiet for them. Around the time Avery turned 10, Vera sinked too deep into her depression and hatred and turned violent towards him. Maxim tried to talk to her and take her to a psychiatrist but Vera wouldnt leave the shack. The brothers fled into the woods time and time again, even when their father told them not to, due to a growing wolf population in those woods. But of course they didnt listen. One day the family had a fight once again. Veras hand slipped again and she hit Avery and while Viktor, full of rage, tried to calm Avery down, Maxim tried to calm Vera down who seemed to have drunk than normaly. Things escalated that evening... Filled with rage, Viktor tired to attack his mother but he was only a 12 year old child and she a grown woman. Bruised he fled into the wood once again, only was it dark outside already. Avery was very scared for his brother and followed him. He has never been in the woods alone and the darkness allowed no sign of a path. He wandered around for what seemed like hours to him. Suddenly the sound of howling echoed through the woods and only the he realized his mistake. He was a wounded small animal in the territory of a pack of wolves. When they found him they attacked. Viktor found him through his screams of pain and managed to fight of the wolves with a branch he found on the way. Luckily for them there were only 3 wolves who found Avery. Covered in scratches and wounds they made their way back to the shack only to find a horrible scene. Vera attacked Maxim with a knife. The brothers ran to the nearest town where they managed to get people to call the police and bring them to a hospital. Viktor managed to get away fith a few scars on his right arm and ches but Avery didnt turn out that lucky. The tree wolves attacked his face back and arm during the fight. Most of his forehead and the area around his right eye was covered in scars and his right eye had to be removed. Scince then he never takes the bandages around that area off outside and only takes it off when hes alone and changing his bandages. He constantly has his fake eyeball put in out of fear the bandages might somehow get removed.

After their father died and their mother got arrested Avery and Viktor went from family to family. These families often gave them away again after they saw what was under their bandages or how mistrusting the brothers were.

After those past events the brother decided to try and live on their own. They traveled to the United Kingdom which was a great challange because of their age (14,16) and because they had a lot of problems. They developed trust issues. Viktor turned violent minded due to the beating he witnissed of his mother and he got posessive and very protective of his little brother so he worked his way up in an underground organisation to be able to keep Avery safe and to give him possibilities he didnt have before like going to school or living in an actual apartment but he had to sacrifice his free time and contact to people outside of this ‘mafia’ to make this possible. With his brother gone Avery didnt make any contact to new people. He knew where his brother was, what he did and why he did it but he doesnt want to accept it. He started studying psychology and found an apartment with two other boys around his age. A few years earlier he found his passion for ballett and ice skating and is really good at it scince he put a ton of hard work into it  and thanks to his brother connections he was able to actually compete and win a few europe and world cups.

Phew that was a lot. But we did it. I am sorry for any grammar or general mistakes i made. It is late and i tried to fit all the information into a as small as possible text. Now we have encountered a lot of important characters that are in the sotry too like Vera, Viktor, Maxim, Zen and Nick. The last two are the two guys avery is sharing the apartment with. I notice myself that at the end i was lacking the ‘red string’ for the story so i kind of just threw the remaining information i had at the story but i hope it is still understandelble.

I am just a student who takes his study seriously and does this for fun so sadly i cant upload anything on a regular basis but ill try and make like a comic and the other character sheets one day. Hope you like it this far and stay creative!

[sunset-wishes-upon-hill]

The Liars and Soothsayer chapter 2 (Previously known as ‘A Kiss To My Prince’)

A Kiss to My Prince series (Unchanged): FF

Chapter I (Rewritten): Time-slip Yuri

                                                Chapter II: Pathos

A/N: Rewritten chapters will be first uploaded on Tumblr before I make the changes on Fanfiction.net

As you have noticed, I have changed the story’s title from ‘A Kiss to My Prince’ to ‘The Liars and Soothsayer.’ This is due to the change in the story plot/characterisation and direction.

The title hints at the relationship that will blossom between Sebastian, Ciel and Yuri as well as Alois and Claude.

Meaning of soothsayer:

Sooth = truth

Sooth + sayer = truth sayer or the ‘one who speak the truth’.

As of today, the soothsayer is used to describe someone who is said to be able to predict the future. This stems from fortune-tellers who wanted deceive their patrons to believe what they said was true and would refer themselves as soothsayer thus the word underwent such changes. The title is a bit of a metaphor for the characters in the story.

“My name is Yuri Park. There was an incident and I woke up in 1887. Am I mad, in a coma, or back in time? Whatever’s happened, it’s like I’ve landed on a different planet. Now, maybe if I can work- out the reason, I can get home.”

Yuri was taken to a room that resembled a living room where she guessed in this era the visitors would be shown. Her whole body was stiff with apprehension and she was actually surprised she managed to stand up and made it to this part of the mansion without fainting. His introduction as the butler of the household nearly went over her head. Her eyes were glued onto her nails where she nervously picked at her damaged skin surrounding it. She was tempted to take off her hoodie, too aware of the dampness coating her white sleeveless vest underneath it, but instead did a quick airing out by shaking her collar when the demon attended to the tea tray.

He readied the tea in meticulous and elegant fashion, not one speck of liquid was spilled even when he poured them from considerable height and placed the utensil and plates of delicious looking savouries. At the sight of such delicacy, she felt her mouth water but made no move to sip or taste anything simply watching the vapour evaporating from the hot tea.

“Please help yourself.” He kindly mentioned, as if he knew she was waiting for some sort of permission.

Yuri managed a small but forced smile, “T-thank you.”

She brought the expensive teacup up with both her hands nervously afraid to drop them and rested upon her lip tilting the liquid into her mouth. Having underestimated its heat, the tea scolded her tongue and Yuri nearly ended up spewing it out onto the table.

“Are you alright? The tea is quite hot…” He asked, having seen the pained look on her face and the way her palm shot up to wipe any spillage.

She quickly nodded, “Yeah! I should have cooled it down. No worries.” Great, she lost her sense of taste. Normally, she would have put in lot of milk and sugar but in a situation like this, it seemed almost..rude so she accepted the tea just as it was served.

“Please try some sweets as well; I have made them an hour earlier.” He encouraged with a smile.

“Um..sure..thanks.” Yuri gingerly picked up an expensive looking fork glided with gold and wondered just how much all this kitchenware would cost in modern world. She could see decorations of gold garnishing the room from the furniture to even the wall and couldn’t help but wonder if it all were real.

Real and 99.9% pure..

She chose the nearest plate, a piece of cake that was artfully decorated. It looked like a vanilla cake with a bit of chocolate icing on them but Yuri wasn’t an expert on judging pricey desserts or food. No, her forte was on cheap, affordable student-discount offering fast foods and mid-scale family restaurant with the luxury consisting of gelato or a nice dessert café like Creams. So rarely did she ever visited any pâtisseries when their price tag for a single slice or portion could probably buy her a nice big mac meal, milkshakes, and McFlurry.

She tentatively brought a small piece into her mouth and felt her eyes widen as its sweetness melted into her mouth. Yuri made a high pitched gasp in the back of her throat and wondered if this was what heaven tasted like.

“I’m glad it is to your taste.”

“Who wouldn’t like this?!” Yuri unconsciously blurted out.

He gave her an appreciated smile, “Thank you. Now that you have settled; I am afraid I shall have to take my leave as I need to attend to my master for a short moment. It shan’t be long; please enjoy the rest of your tea whilst I’m gone.”

Yuri nodded and wondered if she should stand up or not at his departure. She heaved herself up from the chair when he held a hand to stop her.

“Please, sit. There’s no need to stand.”

Yuri nodded and sat back down, “Thank you for the tea.”

“You’re quite welcome.”

She didn’t relax until the demon was out of the room, and only when the door was completely shut and waited for good five minutes did she slouch against the chair. Burying her face in her palms hoping everything was but a lucid dreaming stemmed from her over imaginative mind, she knew this was as it gets. Yuri took out her phone from her hoodie’s pocket and clicked the home button several times in futile hope that by some miracle it’ll light up but what remained was a blank, inactive screen reflecting her despondent self.

Tears threatened to fall again but she couldn’t cry, not when they were going to barge in anytime soon.

Why was she here? Why her? Why not Katie? Or Anna? Or Nikita? Why not anybody else but her?! What is happening back in her world? Did anyone notice she was missing? Did anybody even care? Would her parents called the police? Would they have told her parents she disappeared in the hospital? And would they be crying now, just wondering who snatched their baby away? How would her school react? Would they organise a morning assembly revealing that one member of the student went missing last night? Would they ask for the students prey for her safe return? Would she appear on the news? Would the reporters be showing one of her picture on the tv screen’s side corner and talking about how she was like as a daughter, a friend and a student?

Millions of thoughts ran inside her mind and she didn’t hear the door opening with Sebastian walking in, only he was accompanied by someone else nor the chair across her sliding back and forward as someone took their seat.

Yuri glanced up, flinching as she came face to face with the main character of the manga – not a novel or a movie – but a manga that was adapted to anime as well. She didn’t know about him that well – or the detailed manga story line, just vaguely remembered one of her friend going on about a 13 year old boy who had taken a path of revenge and her various conspiracy theories surrounding it. For once, she was thankful that she paid attention. Where did she say the chapter was up to now? The Blue Switch? The Red…witch? It was something witch..

“Which year in the future do you come from?”

She met his eyes now, having been brought out of her little mumbling world, “Oh..uh..” She momentarily prepared what she was going to say, but there was a slight distrust in his eyes when he registered her pause and flusters.

“2017.”

“2017?” He echoed and his voice held a tone she couldn’t quite decipher.

She nodded, “Um…Our Queen is Queen Elizabeth’s II who recently surpassed Queen Victoria’s record as reigning body and…Donald Trump became the U.S. president…I don’t really have much to say…”

The two became noticeably quiet, perhaps allowing her words to sink in as well as weighing whether she was sane and telling the truth or should they have her institutionalised.

“I know it’s hard to believe; but it’s true. If this year is what you say it is, then I really did..travel to the 19th century. I mean, look, how will you explain the phone?” She rummaged through her bag, desperate to fish anything that was futuristic looking or too advance to exist in Victorian era; she took out everything she can on the table.

Jewelleries she has been looking for a long time with some that were not hers’, gums, water bottle, receipts, planner, lip balm, chocolates, asthma pumps,, her wallet with her money and ID and.. she eyed the blue and green paper wraps her hand automatically brought up and before dropping it back in. No need to explain to them about period pads.

They eyed the objects they had already seen.

“I believe you.” Ciel said after a while, sipping his tea with one hand and another holding the plate beneath it, “Put it away.” He ordered, as if he was more bothered by the mess made on the table with the foods.

Yuri did so, her face red with embarrassment.

“Do you know who I am?” He asked, one eye scanning her as others were hidden by his trademark eye patch.

You have one chance, Yuri. Make sure you tell him the right answer. Her head did quick calculations on predicted outcome for either telling him yes or no. How will he act if I tell him he’s just a drawing? Come on, THINK!

“…No.”

“I will warn you that I do not appreciate being lied to.” He sharply said, “We shall try it again; do you know who I am?”

“…” Yuri gulped, “I heard about you.”

He seemed satisfied with her new answer.

“Where?”

“I know that you’re an Earl…and,” She turned to Sebastian, “…That you’re a demon.”

The Earl calmly put the tea down onto the plate with a soft clink, “And how are you privy to that information?”

If she didn’t know how he looked like, she’d think from his choice of words and the way he seemed to carry himself, she’d mistake him for a lot older person than he was.

Yuri clenched her eyes shut, how will she explain it?

“..Because you’re – I mean your world is…” She couldn’t say it, she felt sick now.

“My world is what?” He sounded a little impatient, “Tell me – now.”

“Because you’re world is-is a…fiction.”

Everything seemed to hush and still, the air felt heavy and Yuri was sure she would have toppled to the ground if it weren’t for the chair holding her up. She couldn’t breathe and she didn’t know if it were because she had her face down and holding her breath or if the entire oxygen molecule vanished with the exposure of this world’s reality.

Humourless laughter left the Earl’s lip, his body went into a violent tremor as he hunched onto the table in unbefitting manner for someone who was so in control of himself and others around him.

“A fiction you say..”

Sebastian looked slightly worried for his master, he didn’t seem, at all, so..amused as his master that the universe they were living in was fake and what she seemed to hint, a form of literature.

“Hah…a fiction.” He puffed out the word like his airway was being constricted, “You’re insinuating…everything I’ve experienced, every emotion I felt…is..a mere writing?”

She didn’t confirm his question because she knew it wasn’t a question he wanted her to verbally confirm once again.

Yuri hid for a cover that was her arms when his arm lashed out to swing the pricey dishes and cups from the table and pricey porcelains shattered into splinters on the table and the carpet.

“Young master–“ Sebastian began as he saw Ciel’s hand redden from the burn.

“I-it might not be true!” Yuri yelled in hope of calming him down but his glares sent shivers down her spine and the thought ‘Ah, he’s going to kill me’ flashed passed her mind, “F-for some reason, someone sent me here; I don’t know why, b-but now your world is now just as alive as mine!”

“Young master, may I remind you that tonight, at seven, Mr. Damian are coming for supper and we should start the preparation.”

Ciel looked like he wanted to say – or shout – something, maybe about how the world wasn’t real and everything that was going on wasn’t real either.

“L-look,” Yuri quickly intervened and inhaled deeply; calm, calm, “I know it might seems like a cruel joke to realise the world you lived in – in my world – is not real, but I’m here now. Maybe something’s changed and now this world is just as real as mine.”

“What do you know of this world, then?” He recovered quickly although his fist remained clenched on the table, “What will happen from now on? Tell me everything you know.”

“I don’t the exact detail but I know you’re looking for your parents’ killer, and that you’re the Queen’s Watchdog. The last time I’ve heard about your world; you’re close to finding out what happened that night.”

“You will help.” It was an order, “You shan’t lie in my presence, nor betray my confidante. In return, I will bid you shelter, clothing, and food. Is the term and condition satisfactory?”

Yuri took the time to think about his offer. How weird she would often click or sign ‘I agree to the terms and condition stated above’ without ever actually reading them, but felt like she should ask for a written contract with all the legal clauses and lawyers to guide her through it instead. But beggars can’t be choosers. In particular, a beggar lost in 19th century with nothing but the bag in her hand and few modern pound notes and coins other than the knowledge of future. She didn’t have the mind or the talent to actually go away and start producing modern objects. She was just a normal eighteen year old girl with what the 19th century doctors would call overly creative imaginations.

She simply nodded.

Ciel stood up and she quickly followed the suit, intending to see to his departure. He didn’t look at her, facing Sebastian who waited for his master’s order.

“Introduce her to the servants and show her to the guest chamber.” He said more harshly then needed.

“Of course.” Sebastian said, “But should we not have the burn examined? I can call for the Doctor.”

“No need.” He said, “Clean this mess up.”

“Yes, young master.”

Sebastian bent down to pick up the visible pieces of the porcelain and Yuri bent down to help him.

“Ms. Park, it is quite alright. This is my job. Let me.” He gently said, prying the glasses from her fingers.

Yuri frantically shook her head, “It’s fine; let me help. I’d appreciate the distraction.”

“But as a guest–.”

“I don’t think I’m an important enough of a guest to have people do things for me.” Yuri joked lightly, although uneasiness was evident in her voice, “I’m more of a reluctant guest you took in.”

“Even so, I insi–“

“Please.” Yuri pleaded, meeting his gaze, “It might sound weird but tasks like this are a good stress reliever for me. Just..please.”

Sebastian sighed, “Very well.”

After cleaning up the mess, with smaller fractions of the glasses swept properly, Sebastian gathered the familiar looking servants whom she remembering seeing briefly when Arianna was showing her the manga.

Mey-Rin, the maid; Finnian, the gardener; Baldroy, the chef and the house steward, Tanaka, all greeted her with respect and announcing she will be a stay-in guest for a while. Yuri introduced herself while approaching to offer her hand to shake. The action caused a bit of fluster amongst the servant and she remembered where she was. The oppressive social mores meant it wasn’t appropriate her to acknowledge the servants in such ways. Still, even when she remembered she still waited for her empty hand to be filled.

“Mey-Rin, is it not rude to keep our esteemed guest waiting?” Sebastian said, realising she won’t be backing down.

The maid’s face became as red as an apple and stuttered to make form a smooth sentence, “A-ah, yes! It is lovely to meet you, Miss. Park!”

Then she shook Finnian’s then Baldory then Tanaka’s.

“Please just call me Yuri.”

Their faces, except Tanaka, seemed morph into something she identified as horror and shock.

“W-we cannot–“ Mey-Rin began.

“Please.” Yuri pleaded, “It doesn’t have to be in front of other people; just when we’re together, you can call me Yuri. I don’t like being called so formally.”

“B-but…” Finnian muttered.

“If this is what Miss. Park wishes, we shall do so.” Sebastian said, “She is not used to such formality. Since she is our guest, we should do our best to accommodate her needs.”

The three servants lowered their head in surrender before saying in unison, “Yes, Mr. Michaelis.”

Sebastian turned to Yuri, “Now then, let me guide you to your room. I have taken the liberty to have your bag placed.”

“Oh, thank you.”

The room she was given was just as elegant and luxurious as the living room she was recently in. It reminded her of the hotel suite room that would have cost her more than her parent’s wages for a night.

“This is your room. If you have any problems or questions, please do not hesitate to ring the bell. Either I or Mey-Rin will come.” He said, pointing to the bell pull beside the bed, “Mey-Rin will come at five to ready you for dinner.”

She nodded in thank even though their generosity was not so altruistic, “..Thank you for taking me in.”

Alone in the house, Yuri carefully sat on the edge of large King sized bed and stared at the mirror hung up on the fireplace. She sighed, afraid of things that will come.

“The progression of East Indian jewel technology is really quite remarkable” Damian pointed out, trying to steer into a more business orientated subject. It was obvious the man’s head wasn’t in the game and only half-heartedly playing along as to appease Ciel, who was the benefactor with a deep pocket.

Yuri sat in the corner, silent, and wondering once again how she got here and if she could ever go back to her world. The two men barely acknowledged her other than their introduction to each other, Damian seemed a bit reluctant to let a woman in the room whilst they talked business but at Ciel’s insistent, he was more than happy to bury her into oblivion and give all his focus and attention to the one that matter the most in this room.

“Many brilliant people have also been raised there ― entranced by the eyes of the dead.” He continued.

“That’s unlucky. I’m out for one turn, eh?” Ciel hummed, ignoring the man’s diverging attempts.

“It’s an opportune time right now!” A gentle, promising smile appeared; hiding what lurks beneath, “I would like to continue to expand my company’s business and secure larger workforce” Ciel leaned back, quite obviously not interested in the discussion of investment.

“It’s your turn.”

Damian looked at his meagre number of chess pieces with miserably hidden boredom. His distractions and insouciance had cost him of his many pawns.

“Oh yes. Well then, excuse me.” He threw the die, landing on certain card.

“Yes, and five.” He moved the dice before he ventured, “About that, though. If I were to receive assistance in the form of another £12,000 pounds…”

“Excuse me,” Sebastian interrupted, “Dinner is ready.”

They were led to the garden and the entrance hall sparkled and shined in binding light, almost like the one she fell into. Mr Damian awed in compliment as he looked around and even Ciel looked impressed by the decor. The sets of oak door were like a portal to another dimension that was entirely different from the one they were in now. The door seemed to have been a door to heaven as it opened with much more brighter light before it dimmed down into appropriate setting, revealing an enchanting Japanese stone garden filled with bloomed cherry blossoms as its petals feathered down like snow.

Main highlight of the evening was in the centre of the courtyard, a long and slender dinner table covered with clean white cloth as not to dull and bring the full attention to the Japanese table decorations. Seeing the sight of it had Yuri’s heart throbbing at the beauty; the work could not have been done by human hands and it was very true for the particular butler who prepared them.

Ciel and Mr Damian were seated at each opposite end of the table while Yuri was seated between the two in the middle. Sebastian walked smoothly to the table and placed the dishes in front of the household.

“Dinner is served.” He announced, “On the menu is our chef Baldroy’s Gyuu-tataki-don.”

“Gyuu-tataki-don?” Ciel and the guest echoed in surprise.

“This..is dinner?” The butler nodded and there were small amount of disappointment in Damian’s voice, “I was expecting a Kyoto-style course meal or something..”

Sebastian gave him a small smile of confident before bolting out, “Mr. Damian, did you know.. donburi has been used in Japan from ancient times as a feast to express gratitude to labourers. A dish given as a treat to a person who has rendered great service..that is Donburi!” The older man and Ciel were clearly shocked and surprise at the knowledge he held.

Although Yuri wasn’t so fond of raw fish in sushi or any dishes involving raw fish or meat, having not eaten anything since the bits of snacks she had late night, the sight of it seemed to awaken her forgotten hunger

“Houhan, a court dish for which the masses yearned, is said to be the origin of Donburi.” Sebastian continued, appeasing Damian’s mind toward the favour of the food that lied in front of him. “Furthermore, I thought you would be tired of elaborate dishes and planned this so you might eat the choicest of meat simply.”

Daze look glazed over at the older man’s eyes before laughing approvingly.

“Ciel, this is great! You always surprise me!” He joyfully added, “A lot of the fellows in this business lack a sense of humour. But I think we’ll continue to get on just fine from here on.”

The Earl smirked, satisfied, “I’m honoured to hear that.”

“We did it!” Finny cheered, his arms shooting up in the air. “It was a complete success!”

Mey-Rin hurried toward, pushing through Finnian and Baldroy.

“Move out of the way! I’m up next, so let me do my job.” She marched speedily through the door, stopping in front of the cart holding the wine.

“I also selected an Italian wine to suit your taste, sir.” Sebastian informed, but there was an awkward silence between the pause and Sebastian motioned toward the still maid.

“Mey-Rin!”

“Yes?”

Sebastian moved closer to her ear and whispered, “Stop standing there and pour the wine into the man’s glass.”

The flurry of blush spread across Mey-Rin’s cheeks like wildfire, his action having caused quite a panic at the proximity between them. She swivelled shakily to the guest’s side, holding the wine in her arm with a dazed look behind her glasses. The chef, knowing her clumsiness ― particularly in untimely manner ― noticed with hawk eyes.

“..Hey?”

“Yes?” Finnian and Sebastian responded.

“Isn’t there something wrong with the little lady?”

The trio trailed their eyes toward chef’s pointing finger and gasped ominously.

“Miss Mey-Rin!” The three yelled, attempting to correct ― or if possible ― stop her, “You’re spilling the wine!”

Everyone other than Ciel’s business colleague, who was entrenched by the garden, seemed to realise the trouble was brewing.  Mey Rin, still star-struck from earlier on, still poured on the wine even if the liquid was gushing dangerously to the rim of the cup and began overflowing onto the white cloth when it was no longer possible for the cup to contain it.

Sebastian acted immediately with inhuman-like speed. His hands grasped the white table cloth and with a swift back pull of his arms, the red stained material smoothly glided off the table with only smallest amount of disturbance. The table wares, cup and plates rattled slightly as the only hint of such stunt he just pulled.

Damian, hearing the glass clink, turned away from the scenery to the table which was now bare.

“W-where did the tablecloth go?” The man swore there was a white cloth beneath their plates.

Ciel schooled his sudden burst of panicked expression before smoothing it down to a slight smirk, continuing to eat as if it was nothing.

“I had it taken away because there was a slight stain on it. Don’t trouble yourself. Excuse us for our discourtesy. Please relax and enjoy your meal.”

Mr. Damian slightly titled his head, puzzled, before resuming back to eating. I savoured the food deliberately and slowly, it was absolutely delicious and five Michelin star worthy, but the bubbling anxiety and adrenaline was doing its best to dull my taste and did not notice Sebastian disappearing behind the door.

“So Miss. Park,” Damian began, “From which exotic lands do you hails from?”

Yuri looked up from her food, surprised she was being addressed and prepared to answer his question, “I’m from Korea. But I don’t think Korea is exotic.” There was nothing exotic about Korea, or Asia, or its people. It was her second home and a country she happened to be born in just like him who happened to be born in England as English.

“Oh my, that is quite a distance. I hear Corea(1) still remains a mystery to this day with their strict isolationist policy. What made you travel so far?” As far as Damian knew of Corea, the country was dubbed ‘Hermit Kingdom’ by frustrated Western conquistadors in days of yore.

Yuri shrugged, “I just wanted to travel.”

“And how did you come to be acquainted with Lord Phantomhive?” Yuri ignored the implication beneath his question.

“Mr. Damian,” Ciel intervened much to her relief, “Let’s focus on the food.”

“O-of course, Lord Phantomhive.”

The night ended with the poor, scared man out of his wit running away shouting ‘Mama Mia’ just as she remembered seeing. Yuri wondered whether the story will follow the original time scale or her being here meant it could change its course of directions.

“Is this what happened?”

Yuri looked up from the loveseat she was sitting on, “Yeah…”

“And what will happen tomorrow?”

She tried to dig every moments, scenes and chapters she’s seen and read from every corner of her memory.

“Uh…I’m sorry I’m not sure…I can’t remember it now..I’ll tell you when I do. Sorry.”

He didn’t say anything after that.

For someone who realised their entire world and life has been a work of a fiction written by an author, he seemed calm and accepting as of now. But Yuri didn’t know this Earl so much – nor how he worked. He was a child yet he seemed to have an adult way of dealing with things albeit perhaps more physically than an actual adult would but she didn’t know how an adult would be able to compartmentalise such revelation either.

Ciel Phantomhive stared out the window, watching the winds drifting through leaves of the trees. The green foliage swayed in waltz like movement to singular direction as he repeated her words over and over again in his head. Fiction or not; real or not, he had the advantages. As the protagonist, like any other tragic novels, he would have his revenge and he would be dealt with as deserved. The Past uncertainties whether he will ever have his revenge seemed to vanish, soon replaced with portent. His eye travelled to the reflection on the window; a stiff figure staring at her hands in worry.

Terminology:

(1) Corea- "Korea” is the modern spelling of Corea, a name attested in English as early as 1614.  It is an exonym derived from Cauli, Marco Polo's transcriptionof the Chinese.

[mystic-sky]

I'm in the mood for angst lol. If you don't mind, I'd like to request Zen, Jumin, Jaehee, Saeran, and V dealing with MC's death. I'm thinking probably sudden death, like an accident or a medical condition she wasn't aware she had, etc., but tbh I'm gonna leave all that up to you. ^-^

WARNING SENSITIVE CONTENT: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

I got a little emotional myself so i had to put that there

it got a lil dark for me with V’s

I’ve never done angst before? I don’t think I have. But I’ll give it a shot, enjoy :)

Zen

He wasn’t there when he heard that had you collapsed. His heart dropped when he received a call from Jumin, his least favorite person, about the news.

“I’m a little busy right now. What the hell do you want, trust fund kid?” He muttered into the phone.

“This is serious, Zen. You need to come to the hospital on main street. It’s MC, she.. she isn’t okay..” Jumin trailed off.

“What? What happened?” Zen said.

“Mr. Han, she’s not breathing.”

“It says that she has a DNR on file.”

“I have to call you back. You need to come here, fast.” Jumin said.

The line went dead and Zen stood there.

“I have to go.” He said to his supervisor.

“But we still have one more scene to cover-

“This is urgent. My girlfriend’s in the hospital.” He says, grabbing his jacket. He bolted to the nearest train station, hopping over the turnstile.

He got there 15 minutes too late, baffling all the medical professionals with questions after a heartfelt crying session.

(Let’s pretend MC has that unspecified disease that Kaori had from Your Lie in April, if you’ve ever seen that anime before, yeah?)

He felt like shit, everyone was there except for him.

“I don’t understand. What do you mean she had a DNR?”

“You don’t think…that MC knew she was sick..” Jaehee inquired.

“Nonsense! She would’ve told me! I know everything there is to know about her!” Zen spat.

“The doctor’s said she was on all sorts of medications…that she was only prolonging the inevitable…” Jumin said, loosening his tie.

You both didn’t live together, how would was he supposed to know that?

Zen peered back through the hospital door window, before walking in the room once again.

You were laying their peacefully.

You looked weary and pale now, compared to how he saw you this morning.

“I didn’t even know.. Why didn’t you tell me? You didn’t want me to worry? Well, look at me now..I’m a mess.” He said, looking down at you.

He lent down to kiss your still warm forehead.

He stayed with you for hours, until he was forced to leave.

Funeral was too much

You didn’t have family so it was kind of just the RFA

Jumin

He was on a business trip when he heard the news

He had actually been begging to bring you along but you insisted that he went alone.

“MC, I’ll pay for your plane ticket and everything. You don’t have to worry about a thing.” He said, snuggling into you. Little did he know this would be the last time he’d be sleeping with you since his flight was in the morning. 

“Jumin, I can’t just get up and come with you whenever you go on a business trip. Besides, it’s only for two days. You’ll be fine.” You insisted.

“But I’ll miss you too much.” He said, leaving kisses on the back of your neck. 

“I’ll be here when you come back.”

Less than 48 hours later, you had died in a car crash.

He had landed in and been in Dubai for only 4 hours and of course he booked it back in minutes to see you.

“I just…I just saw her this morning…” Jumin said, biting back tears. “There’s no way she could actually be gone.”

When he got to the hospital he was more angry than grieving.

“What do you mean there was nothing you could have done to save her?!” He’s giving the doctors a hard time.

“She had died on impact, Mr. Han. Her car… it stopped moving in the middle of a main street. And then the truck just came and rammed into her. The weight of it came down, nearly scraping the whole upper half of the vehicle, along with her in it.” Said the medical examiner.

The funeral was the hardest for him

closed casket 

He found himself sitting in front of it after the viewing when everyone left.

“You told me I’d be fine. I don’t feel fine at all right now MC.” 

“You should’ve just let me bring you with me. I know how difficult I can be sometimes but I just want..I wanted to protect you.”

He’s a mess

I’m a mess

Jaehee

This one was some sort of freak accident.

She was there

You both went to the mall and there was this huge gas tank explosion that went off in one of the lower levels

There were reports of people who could smell gas but the staff didn’t move quick enough and a number of people died 

including you

“Jaehee, I think we should save the shopping for another day. Besides, I’m getting a weird vibe and it smells like gas on the whole first floor.” You told her while you both were inside one of the stores.

“I agree. I’ll pay for this and then we can leave.” She smiled.

Every second counts, you both could’ve made it out of there if she put down the dress she wanted.

“We were both holding hands, walking towards the exit. And then suddenly there was this really loud sound..and lots of shaking. The upper floors didn’t hold up and started collapsing. That’s when she pushed me out the way.. and.. and..” Jaehee choked out in her hospital bed. 

Zen was there to console her.

jaehee x zen

ill go home

lots of hugs for Jaehee

she’s too precious for this

Saeran

You had always been a bit on the wild side, something he wasn’t too fond of.

You recommended going hiking one weekend.

As usual, if he thought it would make you happy, he’d go along with it.

“Saeran, how about we go hiking in the mountains this weekend? I’ll even pack up a picnic basket with snacks and stuff.” You said cheerily.

“You wanna have a picnic in the mountains? Can’t we just go to the park like a normal couple?” He said, not really up for it in the beginning.

“That’s the first time you called us a couple!” You cooed, literally jumping onto him on the couch.

“If you don’t get off me I’ll take it back!” He spat.

“You don’t mean that! I love you so much Saeran.” You said, showering him with kisses.

He’s a blushing mess right now.

The weekend comes and you guys go out on your hiking trip. After a sunset picnic dinner you guys head back down.

“Are you sure we can walk on this bridge, Saeran?” You said, checking it’s sturdiness. 

“It’s the quickest way down.” He insists. “See, the city lights are that way. We could go back the way we came but that’d take another hour.” He said.

“O-Okay..”

He walks ahead of you and you trail slowly behind him. 

Believe it or not he slipped first, having one of his feet break through one of the wooden logs.

“Shit, my leg!” He cries out.

“Saeran!” You say. “Don’t worry I’m coming to help you!’ 

You run towards him, having several of the wooden logs break. The whole bridge collapses now, sending both of you towards the bottom of the pit.

Saeran survives the fall, having being cradled by a tree on the way down, whereas you suffer a different fate.

Your body hits the grounds, breaking your bones, etc.

It takes a while for Saeran to come to, before he climbs down from the tree with aching limbs.

He finds you there, no signs of being alive. He realizes that your gone and lets out an agonizing scream.

“God why?! She did nothing wrong! I’ve sinned far more than she ever could have!”

He spends the rest of his life thinking it should’ve been him.

Might never love again

V (Jihyun)

You two had gotten into a fight about god knows what

Being the stubborn person you are, you storm out of the house, leaving him to think about the issue

You turned off your phone, not wanting to be bothered

Of course, maybe 15 mins later he goes out looking for you

He hates it when you both fight, mostly because it took him so long to start loving someone again. You mended his broken heart and he couldn’t bare the fact that you were upset with him.

You were walking in the dead of night, nothing could be seen but the street lights and parked cars on the curb.

“I don’t like it when we fight either. Maybe I should go back home.” You say to yourself, deciding to turn back and go home. You knew he’d be willing to talk it out. That’s just how he is.

You’re walking back home now, thinking about what to say to him. You wanted him to know you were sorry, that you didn’t mean to yell at him. You were just angry.

Then, you heard a bottle roll behind you.

“Is someone there?” You say, whipping your head behind you. There was nothing. Nothing but cars on the curb. Or so you thought.

You were speed walking now.

You turned you phone back on and called Jihyun, who immediately answered the phone.

“MC! I was so worried about you! I kept calling you but it kept going to voicemail. Where are you?! Are you oka-

“I think I’m being followed. I’m scared Jihyun.” 

“Where are you?! Go towards the main street with lots of people, okay? Find a store or a gas station!”

“I’m walking home. The main street is back in the other direction- where I heard the sounds.”

“I’m coming down the street right now! Keep walking. And don’t look back, they might attack you if they know you suspect them!” He says.

“Okay.”

You kept walking but the person behind only walked faster, grabbing you.

“Now, what’s a pretty young thing like you doing out here at this time of night?” 

“Let go of me!” Swung your fists, dropping the phone.

“MC?! Hello, MC?!” He was yelling into the phone now. He jetted down the street, searching for you.

“Don’t give me a hard time now-AHH!” Said the attacker as you stepped on his foot.

You bolted down an alleyway, only to be caught at a dead end.

“Stay away! Dammit I said stay away!” You screamed.

Jihyun was running down the street he thought you were on.

“She should be here. This is the only way you can walk to get back towards the apartment.” He could barely breathe. He’d been panicking since he lost contact with you.

It wasn’t until he found your phone, with the call still going, that he assumed the worst.

“She must be this way then.” He said, peering into the dark alleyway.

He ran down the dark path, finding a man fondling your limp body.

“Get your hands off of her!” Jihyun snapped at this point, throwing a nearby brick at the man’s skull, immediately knocking him out.

There was blood everywhere, now a mixture of the man’s and yours.

He dropped to his knees, beside your body, cradling you.

“MC, wake up.” He didn’t sound like himself but he didn’t care.

You didn’t move.

He lent down towards you nose and mouth, and there was nothing.

His tears spilled onto your lifeless body and the longer he held you the more his hands became soiled with blood. 

He was too late and he knew that.