#and then I had to sew it on BY HAND and oh man that yoke seam got sooooooooooo thick with the ruffled net lace and tulle

[alangdorf]

I got married this summer!! And I spent the year leading up to it designing & patterning & making my dresses! So here they are; unfortunately my photo selection is pretty limited cause our photographer got almost no fullbody pictures of me alone from the front, but w/e

My wedding dress/outfit/what have you consisted of an Edwardian-ish blouse and a skirt which I drafted off of an actual Victorian walking skirt pattern except since I didn’t wanna obtain/wear a corset & bustle I took out the hip shaping so it just turned out to be a partial circle skirt that’s a little longer and fuller in back. Oh, and the front panel was actually two overlapping panels which could be folded back and attached to the inside of the skirt. I wore it closed at the actual marriage part which I didn’t get good pics of, and open at the ring ceremony, which is where all the above pics were taken. The pants were resale, but I did make my veil and bouquet!

The second dress was very inspired by this set of classic lolita OP’s (particularly the one in the first two pics) which I first saw back in 2021 and I’d been itching to make something similar ever since, so I picked up the fabric for it when it was on sale back at my old job and then pencilled it in as my reception dress so I would actually get around to making it. (Although fun fact both of these outfits STILL need more sewing done before they’re completely ready for regular wear lol. Someday) I got the cameo for the brooch off Etsy (it has a butterfly on it) and my grandma bought me the shoes for Christmas last year, though I added the bows to them (they’re removable and I also made a pink set) and also made the earrings and hair bow.

Anyway we recently got done moving and stuff so hopefully I will be able to do more art soon! (Also they/them preferred as usual 💜)

[libidomechanica]

“To tempt Gods Providence by fire”

A rispetto sequence

               I

Seventeen years away, my hart I then begins a journeys, here assurance need not agree, that passions and streight through the breath in arias of death his Fellows; from which a spring danced when came melissa, O pardon their Lord. To tempt Gods Providence by fire. Organ in me ye playne, for father’s wrath, by all delight. Or change from love? Into her heart than she.

               II

From thy fellowship in the Desperate Fame. Throb with my plaint to her; now, young Corinth—O the blythest bird upon their Taxes double Danger bring? Venus is taught. But my Corinna, come; and above the wedded dame, august her beauty was as right. What say Good-bye; and now what no her tongue aspire. Rain on the more account, for Ten to One, in forbidden fires.

               III

Desire of wonder at her left, a child is frayle corruption, that his Anguish of his Faction of the world may streams of man? Tell her sacred peace and plum, and dewdrops wet; and said … Nay, we are onely completer; for nothing else these halls, and yawn’d a good deal with Sally Brown! Whilst Ben he was no sins of Royal Robes, and blew the languid fool, who was left.

               IV

In any chronicles of dress were not complains before. But that very fair; the which tempred still the rest, with such a yoke She danc’d along the twilight wings, for ages, taught. Yet let them on the rolling the loves attend lyke captiued are so firmely, too, when shall be there but we will that ancient Hag of Fate. My stockings there survived his fear in a female dress.

               V

Lifting me, where upon they St. Fatal interview, by all aspect, but Thanks, ’ she least as truth, and cut this the Curse of hers did close implide, with them Joyn’d all this world one way and another, husband, like a Pen to step into Heav’n inspiring I might be, or naething to end that to thrall forts which she doth more dread, until the funeral direct, with his Teeth.

               VI

The hours my loues might his Darling Son? The hand on a Minion! Truth the highest way of change eyes, resign’d, and said he, hold up your hands do not me my love some rest; all the green-recessed woodland air! And, last not ask me with Skill, for humane Good old Cause by whom he was unseen: and drear! Breathes. And often round. Now, young monarch, till ioy makes us cowards the pass’d for spill.

               VII

From his knees that your eyes in the chace forsooke, my hart, that my exceed the queen-priest throne, his Highness’ years, but Save me most regulated charming with vile adders sting, in one ship is Reproof, and overmuch of a Good Son, who had the court’ said Cyril, Madam, all the reveries of Jacob Behmen with cinnamon; despair print thy Soul, oh Taper of the pain.

               VIII

Your gentle Lycius! Learning unto their heart, with the Day, misguide the Justice a Seráb. And harass’d well for better not before. Most sorts of flowers, the virgin purest lipp’d, yet in vain. You are the years for Monarch tame, and that my zone unmanned me: the Land. For shame! And acted on, when she took Juanna, whose throng, too feeble vassal blest, by new unfolds cleanly.

               IX

Ah, what woe after long maintain’d where thereby much great hope I well find her lord were said the loves to swarm their very Garment-hem Pollution! Ring; some said he love the gloom of all countenance his crime, can reason, shame loade mine eyes, a lover yet, tis after fresh arrivals threat for earthly eye: that bosom worn, which we stands the low: for lacking it, that mercy too.

               X

This side,—so beautiful old rhyme in praises are taught to witless walls! As sacred through the porch, with all its watery sun&three were constrayn. Just as he’s mounted—he and Absál the Father worth nor rues my stonisht hart stood at bold Defiance, hate whate’er the rocks once-a- boy pilfering me withall. So woful, and sew for peace, an hundredth part his future Race?

               XI

What guyle is th’ author of my kind? Would not the more my love can be no longer Just. Feed their first she slept in hand my brother articles of vnualewd price: far passing the demons of thunderbolt hangs silent, shy, and from Heaven—from then she seems the ghost away. Of the scientific animals are the Sun upon Designs, and for God, not the right!

               XII

And children, ran before from them fills the roadside, succulent peaches to be broke his might sit beside juan had no great loues prayses form. And in hue could e’er he did not with fire the brow of earthly lyres, while at themselves in my selfe for euer to enjoy! Not grace is her breast: her neck regal white till the Elves and Names assured to haste, while, like a peace shall haue tride.

               XIII

His Youth, thy disencumbred Soul mounts up, and beckon from the skye. So long, dead called Beauties treasure, and in the blight on my face press’d. Till the golden tongue that runneth often doe redound, as is a Godlike Kings are made: he takes place; they could he gain, his vanquish’d days, had eyes aghast the Beadsman, affianced, scale with carven imag’ries good Angela, by the heart.

               XIV

And won his pinions lay, and mantle, which we Right, from far where there died at his Highness, there that tongue. And slight but hastily subscribed the Branch that French novel? And yet the Statesman we abhor, but not stuck all exceeding want; more rich, who Heaven, and scatter my sins that thought— meet, if the Crowd: that cluster’d in all her names in which in the memory of Civil Wars.

               XV

And choke on me were a mermaid now, for this chirrup at her glauncing sight, the fainting to mine, condemn it; but I turn a lady’s eyes; mine eye: but though it sounds of his strength was his due? To Beauties peece for me to mow: and yet the serpent, but effectually is out; for in your skill, some in the heathen Priests the transient roses at first appeared his phantasies.

               XVI

The musick, which you graced in thinke at an Eurydice; for that, waxing wanton o’er the matter than what a flint is free? I shall it bee that fail to beare: so weake my sorrow out of saddest words, embrace my bane. Can reason, shame, and wife, a sullen might for her whisk the stain’d where when those on the beginning, full of silence seal’d. A death-like silence in. And splendour.

               XVII

Save to and from piety, or from birth or growth, is more strong in Corinth talk: over tedious absence of Angels from cruelty she wore a wannish fire sparks, without-end hour whilst I, myself—and you. Besides, the creature newly-caged, commenced the un-apple. Her heads were Useless, lasting chain; and her wil be the numerous wood the grey downs dulled to save.

               XVIII

In her snowy browes lyke dying tone, but I, vnbid, fetch in May, when my toung tipt with awfull Lord. On the features goodly colour of night; in vain,—to bless nor curse to hang on her sound sleep disclos’d the place forbear to make vnpitteid spoile. With his Prerogative. With lesser chill it hold? Now clear’d, but Save me nothing their faults with tapers comes soothingly with scorn.

               XIX

Permit me, Julia, I bring to do with the think, do allow life has not violently wake. Votes shall Ever-wanting sense, which some pines that old man? For had thy maisters keep his return and silent grown, I have given signal ta’en their piques, they likest be, or what her dream’d a dream, of walking in a slumberous they are more to the firmer will, that evening brest.

               XX

Night by lesson which they had arrived before; for which did her form create to be forgiv’n. Flatter all utter’d by a Niggard no: now will I, with a high hand, she writing on her I stand who knows. There in want or peril, therefore: now warm gules on Madeline! Our mother; so Cantemir can they steps or more my Eyes the Seasons train: from Earthy Vapours rise!

               XXI

Then hangeth all fair theoric’ it appears; barzillai thou canst not the heauenly fury doth hart and Stars and Dreams; lo, this place, the most him so hugely stood in madness near and hate, I feel estrange, that heuenly spheare of Justice draws; constrayne. Soft as homeward I from heavens Anoint his lofty looke on it streight back. If not happens, that he had for love is liberty.

               XXII

A Hand to Loyalty were two lovers of thy love doth worke that with disturb you something so whence flee; foole, who made new porridge for injured lover can hope my verse vowd to eternity I forgive? Promiscuous use of Sorrow the sweet soul, were taught: let theyr snaky heads the custom, and you fayre, misdeeme so fair as fair, ’ said Cyril, having piously.

               XXIII

And Madeline asleepe thou must no more by our long hall glittering taketh. The harbor whose his first day the golden dreamt of man, the promise! And is he gone, and thunder shrines all with two tame leopards couches, toilets—and much I fear, her mouth in waves, your sweet pleasures in hers, am profanation far with all you fairly. Which cost little worth, and zoned with Me!

               XXIV

For lusty sprinkled on Sally she did agree, in mine eyes, where you to soothe my pillow took their tedious riddles of vnualewd price: by loue we weigh’d her cruell might coin, the gift of closing gainst the String of my prison I will it proves you may lose your Foliage, and whole oceans roll! Be ye sure builds her selfe and loue embrace the tangled mind, I starue my bonie Jean.

               XXV

-Felt plagues, of hell, vpon the helpless demonstration: follow’d taper tremble in mine eyes most lowe, I crau’d their Witnesses improv’d. And often knit, my kerchief transgression, growling and joy so pure and unload all good Barzillai thou canst though in Cupid’s college gown, th’ admiring Croud are dazled with dewy locks, which open shone: upon her declined the must.

               XXVI

Awake, for he could have them is double with Spirit, until he stars from our natural, the Bad, turn Rebell, and spite and we as rich and sad pensiuenesse. Then, riding up a lower, much I might blush, and each who dare be lou’d by might? On Principle of Declining Age: behold that close intent on with such odious to the lava ravish’d extremely to me.

               XXVII

A simple truth, howe’er kisses, sweet devized of loue, while praying, trembling, in the rocks, and a bonie Bell. Where gainst each height that strength was to stone. Swift to his Hand a Vare of pupils; she may entangle in the lonely that old Florian; have you depart, despoyld of war the sober part, with those, when she scream from the center. The stars do I my judgment pleasure.

               XXVIII

He had a fever late dismayed. Bright assert none lordlier than the slacken’d in this faultlesse renowne? Like and stormy seas and so rare a wit, requires it, they durst his Memory, miraculous thou wrongest in to close of and float in crystalline fragments, but by my Paternal sunshine where I my selfe dilate, as if there he spoak: few words masculine perfume.

               XXIX

Their Gods disgrace: that purg’d by boyling o’r: and even I in this and tempter, a forbid thee of angelic kind, I shall Rest, and every monarchs for they put beside juanna, their prepare and death. And he had bene slayne, throgh contemplation of the Plot: yet, Corah, thou the gentle grace arraid; and only vocal with cold, like a thousand averse from the Tree.

[noonachronicles]

A Little Red (Final)

Kim Hanbin (B.I.)/ Kim Jiwon (Bobby)/ Koo Junhoe (June) X Reader

Genre - Werewolf A/U

Word Count - 4.7K

Warnings - Violence.

A/N - I guess this is it. I hope that at almost 5k all the questions are finally answered. Finishing a series is always so bittersweet. I’m going to miss this one a lot. I’m grateful that it turned out the way it did, and I hope that everyone else is too!  

Moodboard by bae @memoiresofaneternaldreamer

It had only been a couple of days since you’d found out the truth, but it felt like years and you were becoming impatient for a resolution. Hours passed by like days and you spent every second in discomfort and fear. You and Jiwon were no closer to devising a plan as Junhoe made it nearly impossible. Never letting you stray too far away from him. Suddenly his actions, which you had believed before were out of protection and concern, you realized now were out of obsession and possession. You had become certain you’d never get another minute alone with Jiwon.

It was another day, just like many of the others the two of you had been spending recently. You sitting in the doorway of the blacksmiths shop, a bit of sewing in your lap and Junhoe working over the fire. Down the road you could see Jiwon headed back from the well, a yoke was stretched across his shoulders as he carried several buckets home. Elisa and Luka trailed at his feet.

The snow had mostly been cleared, melted away or been moved to the sides of the road so that people could get on with their days. Luka pounced happily in the patches of snow, and in your mind you could just hear Elisa chattering away. Your heart ached a little as you sat in your personal prison. Still watching you saw Jiwon nod towards you and say something. Elisa turned towards the shop with a happy smile and skipped her way over, a tiny wicker basket swinging in her hand.

“I’ll be right back.” you said pushing your sewing into the basket at your feet.

“Where are you going?” Junhoe asked cooley, looking over his shoulder at you.

“Just to the gate, I wanted to say hi to Elisa. Thank her for the berries from the other day.”

You watched as he turned a little more, when his eye caught sight of the little girl he seemed to relax. “Oh.”

You nearly skipped yourself as you made your way out of the shop and towards your neighbor. She waved happily at you as her furry companion wagged his tail excitedly at the sight of you.

“Good afternoon, sweetheart.” you said giving her a kiss on the top of her head. You knelt down in the dirt and ran your hands through the shepherd's thick coat. “How have you been?”

“Okay, I miss spending time together. I wish it were warmer so we could play outside, but mother makes me stay inside and read.”

“Reading is good for you! Don’t you like when I read to you?” you asked as Luka started to nuzzle into your hand for more pets.

“Yes, but that’s different.” she shrugged. “Did you find it?”

You furrowed your brow. “Find what?”

Elisa looked over at the shop and waved cheerfully, “Hello Junhoe!”

You looked back over your shoulder and saw Junhoe leaning against the doorway, he gave Elisa a small smile and wave before turning back inside.

“Luka likes his neck scratched.” Elisa said quietly. She watched you as you began to scratch around the dog’s neck.

You stayed quiet when you felt the string tied loosely around it. Moving your fingers along the string you found a piece of paper coiled tightly around the string and pulled it. As you looked down at the note Elisa went on and on about a book she’d been reading, just in case anyone was eavesdropping. And you knew that he was.

The well, tomorrow at dawn. Be careful of the full moon.

You looked up at Elisa, trying to think of where you could keep the note. She nodded down to her basket and you smiled gratefully before tucking it inside and pushing yourself up to your feet.

“I’d better get back to work. I think your mother is waiting on something from me.” you smiled, “Thank you… for coming to talk to me.”

Elisa gave you a small knowing smile and took off down the road. Reluctantly you made your way back to the shop, there was a little bit of light, a little bit of hope in your step as you thought about Jiwon’s note. Maybe he’d worked something out with Hanbin, a way to keep Junhoe busy after he transitioned back. Back in the shop you realized your stuff had been moved.

“Jun…” you said looking for your basket.

“I moved your things.” he admitted easily, “I don’t want you getting sick out in the cold all day.”

You nodded, “Oh, okay.”

The both of you were quiet for sometime. You did so much reflecting in your moments of silence. Mindlessly sewing together holes in work pants, made it easy for you to wander elsewhere in your head. It’s how you’d come to the realization that the picture Junhoe said was of you, by the lake, was your sister. It had to have been. He’d never spent time with you in the springtime, you’d never been by the lake with him.

“I love you. Don’t you love me?” You looked up from your lap to see his charming smile. A smile that now made your stomach churn.

“Of course.” You smiled weakly.

He turned back to the fire and you watched him closely. He was strong, his shoulders broad and muscular. You imagined he could have killed her like this, in his human form, but he didn’t. He couldn’t contain his anger towards her so her death had to be even more brutal. Your eyes widened as they passed over his back and saw the scar over his shoulder. It looked more fresh than any of the others. It would have been right where your blade had entered the white muzzled wolf. You didn’t understand how you could have been so blind before. He wasn’t the wolf with the brown muzzle, he was the one with the white. You hadn’t even stopped to consider that, head too overwhelmed with all the information you’d been receiving lately.

“Your heart is beating so fast.” Junhoe said without turning around this time.

“I guess that just what love does.” You looked down at your sewing, trying to calm your nerves. You’d forgotten that his senses would be heightened, that something like a heartbeat wouldn’t be terribly hard for him to concentrate on.

“You reek of fear. You have ever since you returned home the other night.” He sighed, “Fear and Jiwon. Is that love too?”

You stood up from your stool, maybe it wasn’t the smartest move, but you were afraid you couldn’t wait any longer, “Where did you get that scar on your shoulder?”

“You.” He said simply. His honesty stopped you in your tracks.

He knew you knew. Somehow his sense of absolute calm was more unnerving than if he’d started screaming at you. You made a dash towards the door but his hand was slamming it shut before you could get your hands around the handle.

“You thought you could outrun me, little lamb?” His lips were so close to your neck you could feel his breath seeping inside of you. “I don’t want to hurt you. I love you.”

“Then do-don’t hurt me.” You stuttered through sheer terror. His lips met your skin just briefly before he pulled away to look at you. His eyes were dark and emotionless as they looked back at you. You wondered if they were always that way and you’d just been blind.

His free arm wrapped around your waist. “Take a walk with me.”

“Where?”

“To the forest. We’re better when we’re away from this town. It’s poison for us. It’s making you hate me. I can feel it. It did the same thing to your sister.” He sniffed your hair, sucking in a deep breath of it. A blanket of shivers covered your body.

“Yes, of course.” You complied. “We should do that.”

“Put on your cloak while I shut down the shop. If you try to run I’ll have to break your legs.” He said nonchalantly. “But please, remember, I would rather not.”

Once the two of you were outside you thought he’d take the path to the tree but he didn’t. His arm wrapped tight around your waist, the two of walked you in the opposite direction. Down the road and passed the well. He led you through a part of the forest with no visible path. It wasn’t long before you realized you had no idea which direction was which and that you’d not be able to make it back to the village without help. Either Junhoe’s or, hopefully, someone else’s.

“We’re not going to the tree?” You asked quietly as he dragged you along.

“No, that’s the first place they’ll look for us.”

“Are you going to kill me?” You sniffled.

“Kill you? Little lamb, never. I love you. You love me.” He said finally stopping. He turned your face towards his. He frowned at the fear written all over it, “You will love me again, like you did before…once we’re our own pack. I’ll be the alpha and you’ll need me.”

“A pack?” You asked as a chill passed over you. “What do you- what do you mean?”

“Tonight’s the full moon.” He smiled happily, “if you’re bitten or scratched by a werewolf on a full moon you turn. Or you’re supposed to. If Hanbin hadn’t healed your last wound with his wolfsbane concoction you would have already transitioned.”

“Oh my god.” You whispered behind a shaking palm.

“That’s why I attacked you that night, little lamb, not to hurt you. I wanted to sire you, to strengthen our bond. You can still feel me on the full moon can’t you?” He asked with some sick sense of hope. “Even though they stopped the transition, I still flow through you.”

You thought about the searing pain in your shoulder upon his arrival the last full moon.

“Jiwon…” you muttered to yourself, he’d been your protector. Hanbin was the the commanding white wolf, the leader, which meant Jiwon had been the one to sit outside your door like a centurion. You could see the flame in Junhoe’s eyes as soon as the other man's name left your lips. “Why are you doing this?”

“Why not?!” He hissed. Tightening his grip around your arm he pulled you forward angrily. “Hanbin gets to be leader, Hanbin gets Louisa. Jiwon steals Kiha from me, he almost stole you. I had to fake a letter from him for Kiha to even speak to me alone again. Imagine how that made me feel. When she saw me she acted like I was a true monster. You, you’re my chance for happiness. You’re my win.”

You stumbled along beside him as the forest grew darker. You stayed quiet, feeling too sick for any more of his confessions. Soon the sun was no longer visible through the dense trees. You wondered when he would turn. If it was the full moon you didn’t imagine you had long. Your heartbeat quickened, unable to help the fear coursing through you that you may die this night.

Junhoe would have to bite you or scratch you again but he had no restraint. Last time nearly killed you, surely the way his emotions were driving him this time would certainly mean death.

“I’m scared, Jun.” You confessed, hoping that part of him truly cared for you and wanting to try and play off of that emotion.

He stopped in his tracks. The two of you stood in an unfamiliar clearing. An endless army of trees surrounded you. The wind was brisque, there were patches of snow all over, but beneath your feet the ground was soft and wet. “Of what, of me?”

“A little. You’re too strong, Jun. What if it goes wrong? Let’s just wait, okay?” As you kept talking you realized he was softening. If you played this game well enough, you might actually make it back home. “Now that I know your plan, we can talk about it. We can make sure that we do it so I’m safe, that you’re in control.”

He was nodding subconsciously, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I know. I know that now, Jun. I believe you.” you said convincingly enough. “Take me home. It’s going to be too late soon. It’s not safe with the moon tonight.”

Junhoe looked up, you wondered if he could really see anything worthwhile through the thick of the trees. He looked back down at you with a small shrug. “It’s already too late, little lamb.”

“What?” you gasped.

“We’ll never make it back in time. I only have minutes.” He looked at your surroundings for a moment before clutching your hand. He dragged you forward several yards. There were large boulders piled up and covered in moss and snow. He released your hand for a moment, circling the large rocks. “Here. Hide here.”

You went around the pile to where his voice was and saw that there was an opening that you’d fit through. “What will you do?”

“I’ll run.” he said kissing your forehead and cheeks. “I can’t promise I won’t come back to try and find you. So stay tucked in here. Otherwise I’ll catch your scent and...I want you, little lamb. I want you bad. You’re mine now and I’ll always want you. Stay hidden. It’ll be cold, but you’ll be safe.”

“Okay,” You gulped as you nodded in understanding.

You backed yourself into the crevice as far as you could go. There were actually a few good feet between you and the opening. Though your view of the outside was only a sliver. You heard Junhoe tell you once more to stay safe, that he loved you, before you heard the muted sounds of his departure.

In the small crevice you felt so cramped and uncomfortable. A little time had passed before you felt the dull burn from the scar on your back. He’d transitioned. The clearing outside your hiding place stayed quiet and still. You hoped for a while that he wouldn’t come back. After some time your teeth began to chatter with cold and your legs and back ached from being crouched so awkwardly you.

You thought perhaps that it would be okay for you to just stretch your limbs, maybe the movement would even warm you a bit. Once the idea had entered your mind you waited just a few minutes before inching towards the entrance. The clearing the two of you had been standing in before was still empty. There was nothing around you but trees and you could only hear the sounds of night birds and insects. Your heart was pounding, but you couldn’t help but think that this could be your one chance.

Stepping out completely into the clearing you had a choice to make. You weren’t entirely sure it was the right decision but you turned to your right and started to run as fast as you could. There was nothing but the sound of twigs snapping beneath your feet and the pounding of your heart in your ears. You ran and you ran until pain shot up your shins and your thighs trembled and ached for rest.

Once you felt like you’d gone far enough you went even further. Hoping and praying that you’d see the light of the village before you. Suddenly an unexpected pain shot through your scar. The toe of your boot clipped a trunk you’d been stepping over and you flew forward, slamming down on your elbows with a thud.

You’d lost all the air in your lungs in the fall and gasped several times, hoping to get the strength to pull yourself back up. As your breathing steadied you stayed down on the ground and listened. It was quiet, but something was wrong. Before where quiet had meant night birds and crickets, now it meant nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Your lips trembled, he was near. The forest was silent because he was near. Your scar burned because he was near. You tried to keep your breathing silent and steady. Looking around you tried to find a place to hide. About four yards away there was a huge hollowed tree trunk that had fallen against another tree. You knew if you could get to it, you’d be well hidden.

As you pushed yourself up into crouched position you heard the snap of a branch behind you. You turned your head over your shoulder to see him there a few yards away, in his wolf form. His yellow eyes narrowed on you and his pink tongue swiped along his chops.

I can make it. You thought to yourself. I can do this.

You counted to three and then burst out of your crouched position and began to run. You were still a yard away when you felt the heat of his breath on the backs of your legs. You looked up to see how far away you were still when the brown muzzled wolf appeared. Jiwon. The furry figure had jumped over the fallen trunk and over your sprinting form landing on top of Junhoe.

There was an immediate yelp from the junior of the two. You kept running until you reached the hollowed log before turning back. They were standing apart from each other. Jiwon placed himself between you and Junhoe. It was dark, but when Junhoe shook out his coat you could see the dark splatter against the pile of snow that was near him. You felt both bad, and relief, knowing Jiwon must have gotten him good if it was enough to make him bleed like that.

Junhoe let out a howl that sounded more like a roar, even after he’d stopped you could hear it echo through the trees around you. Jiwon dug his front paws into the dirt before him and released a snarl that vibrated the ground beneath you. Only seconds passed but it felt like forever until Junhoe, unable to stand the distance between you, made his attack.

What you saw before you was difficult to decipher. It was a clash of fur with flashes of teeth and glassy eyes. Little yelps escaped one or the other as well as growls and snarls. What was worse was the hard snapping of jaws. Teeth grinding on teeth, the tearing of skin. You shook like a leaf under the trunk as they battled, unable to tell who was doing better, unable to even tell who was who at this point.

Then the most pained yelp yet tore through the trees. You looked up and saw a large flurry of fur being flung through the air and slamming against the trunk of a large tree. The wolf fell limp in a pile of snow at the base of the tree with a small whimper. You watched wide eyed as the large wolf transitioned back into its human form. It was Jiwon. When you looked back at Junhoe his eyes were wild, narrowed on Jiwon. His prey was weakened but he was prepared for the kill. Not really knowing what you were doing you sprinted out into the cleaning.

“Leave him, Junhoe!” You screamed, grabbing his attention. His yellow eyes locked onto your figure. “Please.”

His white teeth were smeared with dark red blood. The fur around his mouth matted and dripping. Your heart crashed against your ribcage as he stepped towards you and away from Jiwon. He stood in front of you, his panting blowing the hair from your face. The scar on your back throbbed with a searing pain. Your whole body shook in fear, tears streamed down your cheeks.

“I don’t want to die.” You whispered.

You’d almost squeezed your eyes shut when you saw a flash of white through the trees. A gasp had barely passed your lips when Junhoe turned to see what had interested you.

Everything from there had started to happen in slow motion. A blur of white fur plowing through the trees, clipping Junhoe’s hind legs. For a second you saw his yellow eyes grow large with fear. Then, as his body was being ripped away from you, he reached out his front paw and grazed your hip, knocking you to the ground. He tumbled onto the cold dirt a few yards away, Hanbin’s white wolf form standing above him.

Junhoe scrambled onto all fours. He had a choice. He could cower now in defeat before his alpha or he could fight. Hanbin snarled, you could almost imagine how angry he would look in his human form. It looked for a moment like Junhoe would concede, then he looked at you and his confidence grew. He emitted a low growl, flashing his still bloodstained teeth.

Hanbin eyed you for a moment and then Jiwon. Junhoe lunged forward to attack his senior. Hanbin deflected the attack and you watched as he maneuvered Junhoe away from you and Jiwon. Before you or Junhoe realized what was happening you could barely see the brawling pair. He’d given you the chance to go to Jiwon.

Naked and bleeding, Jiwon was curled up on a pile of snow. It was melting beneath him quickly. He wasn’t shivering from cold, but he was definitely in pain.

“Let me see.” You said crouching at his side. He shook his head, pressing both hands against the weeping wound on his side. “Don’t be this way, Jiwon. Show me.”

He winced and removed a hand, “It’s not good. It’s too deep.”

He wasn’t wrong. You had to cover your mouth with your hand to hide your gag. There was a huge chunk removed. Flesh and muscle torn viciously and covered in blood which oozed from him. You untied the cloak from your neck and pressed it into the wound to slow some of the blood loss.

“Hanbin will be back soon.” You assured him, “Just talk to me okay? Until he gets back. Try not to think about the pain.”

Jiwon nodded, “okay.”

“It was you all along, I know now.” You whispered by his side. “You were the one protecting me. You were the wolf with the brown muzzle.”

“I’d do anything for you.” He said, clearly in pain.

“How could you just sacrifice yourself for me?” You asked, “Look at you now, all of this for me? I’d don’t understand. I’m no one”

“It’s okay.” He said placing his hand over yours, “l…”

“It’s not. It’s not okay.” you said almost angrily. “Everything Junhoe told me...was a lie and I just believed him. You must hate me.”

Jiwon laughed lightly, “I don’t. It’s not your fault.”

“What I don’t understand is why you took me to him. In the snowstorm…you saved me. Why didn’t you just take me home then?”

“I’d hoped that he’d keep you safe. I never expected that he’d confess everything. That he’d lie about everything.”

“I’m so sorry.” You sputtered suddenly overwhelmed with tears as your hands continued to put pressure on his wound.

“This is fine.” Jiwon said quietly moving his hand to run it over your cheek. “I will gladly perish knowing that my sacrifice kept you safe.”

“Don’t say that.” You whimpered. “We can fix you, can’t we? Hanbin will fix you like he fixed me. I was such a fool. Please, don’t let this be goodbye.”

“Will you kiss me?” He asked taking in your face with every second he had left, “just once. I’ve wanted to know what it would be like for so long now. This could be my last chance.”

“If you wanted to, why didn’t you kiss me before...before he did?”

Jiwon gave you a small smile, “I guess I was a fool too.”

You lowered your lips to his and pressed them gently together. The warmth of him spread through your veins, you felt a joy flow through you that you’d never felt before. Your heart broke at the thought that you might never get that joy again. Then you tasted the copper on your lips.

Opening your eyes you saw the stream of fresh blood drip from his mouth. He was getting worse and you couldn’t see or hear Hanbin and Junhoe. You wished Hanbin would come back soon, you feared it would be Junhoe that you saw instead. Looking back down after surveying the empty forest you saw Jiwons eyes drifting closed.

“Stay awake!” You pleaded. “If you open your eyes I’ll give you another kiss.”

He chuckled lightly before wincing as he opened an eye for you. “I love you.”

You knew right then that in your whole life you’d never hear those words spoken more genuinely by anyone else.

“So live.” You whispered, kissing his cheek, his forehead, his nose. “I’ll let you cut all the wood and carry all the water, and I’ll never complain.”

“Oh, but you’ll complain.” He smiled and though his eyes were closed they showed a smile as well. “You always do.”

“I will.” You admitted, “I’ll complain every time if you want.”

“Dawn is here.” He said so quietly you almost didn’t hear it. You watched his nostrils flare slightly and he asked, eyes still closed, “I can’t tell, which one is it?”

You could hear the cracking of fallen branches before you looked up. The man who returned was too far away. It looked like it could be either Hanbin or Junhoe. The forest now too dark to determine who was who if you had tell from beyond your outreached hand. So you waited, watching as the silhouette of the man came closer and closer with every step.

“Y/n, are you okay?” The voice asked, still shaded by darkness.

“Hanbin.” You said with such relief. “Jiwon, he needs your help.”

“Are you okay?” He asked finally beside the pair of you.

“I’m fine! Hanbin, please!” You begged, “Just save him. He’s really hurt.”

Hanbin used your cloak to better wrap Jiwon’s wound before picking up his brother in his arms. Your adrenaline was too high for you to acknowledge the cold as he led you out of the forest. As you walked you kept your eyes on his shoulders and back, trying to avoid looking at his complete nakedness. He had several deep cuts along his neck and arms, but the stoic way he kept moving through the trees made it look like he didn’t feel a single ounce of pain. You didn’t ask about Junhoe, you didn’t have to. The pain from your scar had faded completely some time ago, you knew he was gone, and you weren’t sure you wanted to know the how of it.

You stayed with Jiwon as Hanbin helped to heal him. It was a nasty process but you did everything you could to help. Often that meant getting Hanbin supplies but mostly it meant sitting at Jiwon’s side and holding his hand. Hanbin assured you Jiwon would be fine as werewolves had accelerated healing. It was only a couple of days before the massive gash in his side had closed into a thin scar. You wished you’d had that ability when you’d been healing from your wound.

After a few days, once Jiwon was awake, you felt comfortable going home to clean up and rest. Something Hanbin had been unable to talk you into, barely getting you to eat much as you waited through Jiwon’s recovery. You stripped yourself of the clothes you’d been in for too long, wanting to burn them more than anything.

There was something pleasurable about watching the dirt and blood get rinsed off of your skin as you dragged a wet, warm rag over your body. Your arms and legs had taken the brunt of the mess, you’d needed two bowls of fresh warm water for those alone. The rag moved easily over your chest and breasts and abdomen. Your forehead creased at a bit of dirt at your hip, not remembering how it could have gotten there. Once the dirt was rinsed you noticed a light pink scar across your skin, there were plenty of those over your arms and legs from when you’d been running through the forest so you thought nothing of it. Of everything that had happened you could hardly concern yourself with a little scar. Hanbin was safe, Jiwon was safe, you were safe. It was probably nothing more than a scratch from a tree branch...

[theraputicwritings]

Electric Pulse-Chapter Four

Chapter Four: Nightmares at Avengers Compound

Summary: Breanna is just your typical young adult attending her parents’ funeral when she is attacked and kidnapped by HYDRA. What will happen after none other than the Avengers save her?

Word Count: 2,578

Warnings: None

A/N: So I had some trouble writing this chapter. I just kept getting blocked on how to continue in certain parts. I hope this doesn’t make the chapter less exciting. Either way, enjoy!

Chapter Three

I knew instantly where I was and who I was with. “So, you did know what your parents did for SHIELD!” the man in white snapped. My eyes were wide with fear. “No! I didn’t!” “And now that you’ve developed this little power of yours, we’ll be able to use you for even more research. Maybe we’ll even use you as our next super soldier!” he suggested as Dormian grabbed me by my hair. “I would never work for you!” I declared. As Dormian’s fist was pulled back, all I heard was, “Miss Davis, you act like you’d have a choice in the matter.”

I jolted upright in my bed, my breathing heavy and my eyes searching for imminent danger. Once I saw that there was none, my breathing slowed and I slumped back into the bed. The dream had felt so real. I pressed my tablet on and saw that it was 4:30 in the morning. I knew I wasn’t going back to sleep anytime soon.

I sat up and noticed that a few of the stitched on my arm had been ripped out. My hands were sticky with my blood so I wondered if I’d scratched at my arms. I didn’t know if there was a first aid kit in my room, but I doubt it had what I needed to stitch up my arm. Not that I could do that anyway.

I didn’t want to wake up any of the doctors so I decided to just patch up the injury and wait until morning to have it looked at. I sighed and got out of my bed, before heading into the main kitchen and common area. I quietly searched the cabinets until I found a pretty decent size first aid kit. I opened it up and grabbed some gauze and pressed it into the wound then washed my hands to make them sterile.

I was so focused on setting out my supplies that I hadn’t heard anyone walk in until the lights flickered on. I jumped and turned to see Bucky there, leaning against the door frame. “I thought you could use some light to see what you were doing,” he explained. He walked in closer to the island where I had everything set out.

“What are you doing?” he asked. “Um,” I hesitated a little embarrassed. “One of the cuts on my arm reopened. I was going to patch it up until I could go to medical tomorrow to have them so me back up.”

“You don’t have to go to medical. There’s suture equipment in the first aid kit,” Bucky explained, pulling out a stool. “I saw that, but I don’t know how to apply stitches, nor do I trust myself to give me my own stitches,” I replied.

Bucky shook his head. “What I’m saying is I can sew it back up for you if you would let me. I used to do it to myself a lot.” I chewed my lip as I thought about it for a second or two. I really didn’t want to go back to medical. Not for a while at least. So I nodded. “I guess, I’ll let you patch me back up.”

Bucky smiled and patted the top of the stool. “Here, sit. Let me go wash my hands.” I sat down and watched as he walked over to the sink and wash my hands.

“Does your arm not rust if you get it wet?” I asked curiously. “Not really,” Bucky shrugged. “Oh.” I watched as Bucky pulled on a pair of latex gloves and then held his hand out for my arm. I turned so I was facing him and he inspected the wound.

“How did you manage to do that?” he asked as he started to clean out the wound with some betadine. I gritted my teeth at the sting before answering. “Um, I had a bad dream and I guess I ripped out the stitches while having it.” Bucky nodded, “I used to have a lot of nightmares. They're not as bad anymore, but that’s actually why I was up aswell. I heard you moving around out here, so I decided to see what was up.”

I raised an eyebrow but then winced as he started with the stitches. “Sorry,” he mumbled, focusing on his work. We didn’t talk anymore while he concentrated. I watched what he was doing though. It amazed me how careful he was being with the needle and how he made the stitches in an even straight line.

As he worked on my arm, I thought about my dream. I wondered if I could talk to Bucky about it. I shook my head. It probably would just sound silly.

“Where did you learn to apply stitches?” I asked, finally breaking the silence. “When I was Hydra, they wouldn’t always give me medical treatment if it wasn’t urgent. So I taught myself first using the string from my shirt and a nail I’d found. That didn’t go very well,” he explained. “No, I suppose it wouldn’t,” I replied.

“Do you remember a Dr. Kasmir or Dormian when you were in Hydra?” I asked, curiously. “I don’t remember a Dr. Kasmir. But did Dormian have a weird face?” I nodded, shuttering at the memory. “I think he was one of the super soldier experiments gone wrong,” Bucky remembered. I nodded, not pushing it further.

Bucky finished up the last suture and then stepped away, pulling off his gloves. “Thanks. I need to add that to the list of IOUs that I’ve started to compile,” I suggested, making a check motion in the air. He just waved it off. “You don’t need to. You could make us some breakfast though since it’s already 5:30.” I grinned and got off of the stool.

I hummed to myself as I looked around the kitchen. “Should I make food for everyone?” I asked, opening the fridge. “Nah,” Bucky grinned. “They didn’t stitch your arm, and they won’t be up for another few hours.” I smiled and shrugged. I pulled out a few ingredients and started on smashing a few avocados together.

I mixed in a few more ingredients and then placed the bowl in the fridge. Then I pulled out some bread and popped them in the toaster. While the toast was being made I fried some eggs. Once it was all done, I placed a plate of beautiful avocado toast with two fried eggs in front of Bucky.

“I hope you like it,” I said. “It looks good, Breanna. Thank you,” Bucky replied, breaking the yoke over the toast. I smiled and blushed before turning around making me some toast before.

It was pleasantly quiet while I cooked and I heard Bucky eating his food. “I’m not much of a sweets-for-breakfast type of person, unless the person earns it,” I explained, flipping my egg.

“Oh,” Bucky asked, his mouth full, “And how do I earn sweets for breakfast?” “I guess you’ll have to find out,” I replied, setting my plate down in front of Bucky. “So, is it good?”

Bucky shrugged with a mysterious twinkle in his eyes. “I don’t know. If I say it’s good will it earn me sweets for breakfast tomorrow?” he asked. I smiled and shrugged right back. “It depends on how thick you lay on the compliments. I mean a girl just might do anything for a really nice compliment.”

“Oh? Well, hows this?” Bucky started, “Breanna! This was the most beautifully laid out piece of avocado toast I’ve ever seen! And the taste! Oh, the taste was far superior to anything! You are truly the best cook in all of the realms!”

I raised an eyebrow at his dramatics before we both burst into laughter. The best type of laughter where we were doubled over into each other. We almost forgot that no one else was up until we heard Sam yell from his room, “Yo! Shut up! People are trying to sleep back here!”

Bucky and I looked up at each other, trying to stifle giggles, but not doing very well. “You know what, I think for the fact that you made me laugh so hard earns you at least pancakes tomorrow morning,” I decided. Bucky threw his hands up in a silent cheer.

“I can’t remember the last time I laughed that hard,” I told him, getting his plates to put in the sink. Bucky chuckled quietly. “Me either. You have a great laugh though.” I shrugged, “I guess. I’ve always thought it sounded like a donkey or dying cow or something.”

Bucky shook his head, “No way. It sounds like beautiful music.” I blushed a little bit a smiled. “You’re really trying for more sweets, aren’t you?” Bucky feigned innocence. “What? Me? I wouldn’t do that!” “Sure, sure, sure.”

After our giggle fit, Bucky started the dishes. I tried protesting it, but Bucky brought up a good point when he said I shouldn’t get my cuts too wet. So instead, I took to wiping the counters and putting up the medical supplies.

Once the kitchen was put back in order, Bucky glanced up at the clock. “I normally do some training if you’d like to come,” he suggested. “I don’t know. I’m not really one for working out,” I replied, shifting nervously, “Plus, the doctor might not think I’m ready.”

Bucky shrugged. “We could just work on controlling your power then if you want. I can do some training and then when I’m finished you can practice.” I thought about it for a little bit chewing on my lip. “I guess it couldn’t hurt anyone,” I finally said. Bucky grinned. “Then why don’t we get dressed and then I’ll meet you out here?” I nodded and we headed back into our rooms.

I walked into the closet and had Friday choose some yoga pants, a tank top, sports bra, and tennis shoes. I then brushed my hair and teeth before pulling my hair into a pony tail at the very top of my head. I knew I wasn’t working out, but I didn’t know what we were actually going to do today, so I figured it’d be better to play it safe.

Once I was dressed and ready, I walked out of my bedroom to see Bucky waiting in the hallway. He was dressed in gym clothes too, and I couldn’t help but glance over his muscular body. Blushing, I quickly looked back at his face.

“Are you ready?” I asked, awkwardly, crossing my arms over my chest. I’m pretty sure I saw Bucky smirk which only made me blush more. “Only if you’re ready,” he finally said. I just nodded and with that, he showed me the way to the gym.

I didn’t know what exactly I was expecting, maybe something more like Planet Fitness, but that was definitely not the type of gym I walked into. For starters, it didn’t have just typical cardio or weight lifting stations. There was also an archery and shooting range, a boxing ring, and an area with a bunch of boxing bags and dummies.

“Well, this is different,” I observed, spinning slowly. “You could say that,” Bucky responded, his eyes on me. “I wouldn’t even know where to start if I were to work out here regularly.” “Most people start at their least favorite and work their way in. But luckily, we’re not going to worry about that. There’s another room that I want to show you,” Bucky said.

With that, Bucky led me into a separate, smaller room. It was padded, but not in a crazy this room is an insane asylum type of way, but more like it was sound proof and protected.

“This room was designed for Scarlet Witch to be able to practice her powers without hurting anyone if she were to lose control. I figured this would be a good place for you to practice as well,” Bucky explained. I nodded, thinking it made sense.

Bucky backed away from me so we were about ten paces apart. “So here. I want you to try to shoot sparks at this,” he instructed. He placed his metal arm out in front of his chest. I bit my lip and held out my hand, concentrating on his arm. A few sparks sputtered to life but didn’t go further than a few inches.

“That’s a start. Try it again,” Bucky encouraged. I tried again, but still not much happened. “How do we even know if that’s how my powers work?” I asked, feeling embarrassed. Bucky shrugged. “We don’t. But whenever you’ve produced them by panicking, the electricity has flowed through your arms. Try it one more time. This time, put all of your emotions into it. Think of all of the fear you felt when you were electrocuted.”

I nodded and closed my eyes, concentrating on that night and on my first night at the compound when I had a panic attack. Suddenly, I felt a tingle go through my arm. I opened my eyes and a ball of electricity enveloped my hand. I wiggled my fingers and the electricity danced.

“That’s it,” Bucky praised. “Now try to hit me.” Taking a deep breath, I thrust my hand out towards Bucky. The ball shot forward and hit Bucky square in the arm. He even got pushed back a little bit.

He steadied himself and looked me in the eyes, a wide grin on his face. I smiled back. “How did that feel?” he asked, walking towards me. “It felt amazing!” I gushed, summoning another ball of electricity. This one smaller than the one before. I wove it between my fingers like a marble. “Can you believe it?” I asked, looking at Bucky. “It’s incredible.” Bucky laughed, “That’s great! I’m proud of you. Let’s try to work on a few more things.”

For a few more hours, Bucky and I worked on a few more things, practicing flowing the electricity through both hands and testing the strength of each one. At one point, I suggested using a tool to extend the electricity and make a further reach.

“I don’t know if that would end up well,” Bucky warned in response to my idea, “But I guess we can try it.” He walked to a closet and pulled out a metal sparring rod. “This should be a good conductor to help direct the flow of electricity.”

He tossed the rod to me and when I caught it, electricity flared through my arm. My eyes widened as I tried to snuff the flow like we’d worked on earlier. “Bucky!” I exclaimed as it didn’t work. Panic rose in me as I tried to drop the metal rod.

It was like the electricity was thinking for my arm and wouldn’t let go of the rod. “Breanna, try to calm down. Drop the rod,” Bucky instructed, slowly walking towards me. “I can’t!” I panicked, as the electricity went up to my arm. “Help!”

Bucky grabbed the rod with his metal arm and with that it was like the electric current had been shut off. I dropped my arm as I started to sway.

“Are you okay?” he asked, tossing the rod across the room. “Yeah,” I nodded, “That was a stupid idea though.” The adrenaline had stopped flowing and I could feel myself fading. The last thing I remember before blacking out was grabbing Bucky’s arm and him catching me as I fell.

Chapter Five