#and then being confronted with how restless she is and refusing to look at it….

[forestclan-clangen]

MOON 14 (Part 2)

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Airkit wants to be helpful. He brings some flowers back to the medicine den. Shiverstep notices that they're forget-me-nots. Nothing helpful medicinally, but she thanks him for being so kind.

(Shiverstep, medicine cat, female, 14 moons. Loving.) (Airkit, kitten, male, 4 moons. Polite.)

Owlkit tries to get Barleywave's attention, but he freezes up and doesn't say anything. Owlkit pouts back to the nursery, and says something rude. Barleywave bristles in both shame and frustration.

(Barleywave, warrior, male, 43 moons. Playful.) (Owlkit, kitten, female, 1 moon. Bullying.)

Daffodilkit talks to Cloudthunder, asking why she's in the nursery - she doesn't look like she's nursing. Cloudthunder says she's the mother of Deerkit, Airkit and Cottonkit. They're much older than Daffodilkit, so they don't need milk anymore. Daffodilkit is bewildered that she won't need milk! She's impressed by how much Cloudthunder knows.

(Cloudthunder, warrior, female, 47 moons. Adventurous.) (Daffodilkit, kitten, female, 1 moon. Quiet.)

Hopechase confronts Riversnow and her refusal to talk to Barleywave - at least to establish co-parenting in any regard. Riversnow is still sticking by her story that he is not the sire, which Hopechase calls foxdung on.

(Riversnow, warrior, female, 63 moons. Adventurous.) (Hopechase, warrior, female, 96 moons. Playful.)

Redstar is starting to go on nightly patrols again to try and feed the woods. She is getting progressively more exhausted from lack of sleep. Olive tries to advise her against pushing herself too hard, but to no avail. Olive finds the way Redstar acts to be progressively more uncomfortable.

(Olive, mediator, female, 70 moons. Calm.) (Redstar, leader, female, 73 moons. Strict.)

Windfur invites Morningspot on patrol with him, looking to calm her down and provide some distraction. Morningspot asks him about the nature of StarClan, and Windfur provides her with an explanation that reduces her stress.

(Windfur, medicine cat, male, 28 moons. Lonesome.) (Morningspot, warrior, female, 16 moons. Nervous.)

Tree notices that Cloudthunder is getting restless, and they ask her to join them on a long patrol to stretch her legs.

(Cloudthunder, warrior, female, 37 moons. Adventurous.) (Tree, warrior, non-binary, 45 moons. Adventurous.)

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Cloudthunder wanted to scream.

Windfur had just finished entertaining her kits by answering their questions in his trademark complete sincerity. Airkit had asked if all animals were made of fur, and before Cottonkit could make some retort - likely about how birds exist - Windfur said that all animals had some kind of skin, and from there, different protection would grow, like fur or feathers. So, technically, every animal was made of skin, including themselves.

Ten minutes later, Deerkit bounced into the nursery where Daffodilkit and Owlkit were play-fighting and said with loud enthusiasm: "HEY! DID YOU KNOW THAT YOU'RE MADE OF SKIN?"

Owlkit stumbled to her feet with her back arched. Daffodilkit's fur puffed out and stared at Deerkit with wide, shocked eyes, before bursting into a crying mew.

Deerkit panicked and tried to hush her. Cottonkit criticized her sister for yelling, at equally loud of a volume. Owlkit bit her in response. Now Cottonkit was also screaming. Airkit sank to the floor and covered his ears, whining loudly to "please stoooooop!".

Cloudthunder wanted to nap in the sun for thirty minutes. Just thirty minutes. Couldn't even do that without something happening. She groaned as she forced herself out of her sunning spot and towards the nursery.

She loved her children, she really did, she wouldn't trade them for the world. But she was exhausted and just wanted her kits to behave quietly for once. It didn't help that Riversnow dashed from the medicine den to the nursery before her, immediately starting to coo over her two kits.

"It's okay, it's okay, shh, shh, you're okay - "

Cloudthunder had appeared at the mouth of the nursery when she saw Riversnow throw a furious glare at the three older kits.

"Don't cause trouble!" she hissed.

"Hey, sorry Riversnow. I'll handle it," Cloudthunder intercepted between the new queen and her own kits.

"They're four moons old! Old enough to know better," Riversnow retorted, her cyan gaze was piercing.

"I know. They know. I'll handle it," Cloudthunder sighed as she immediately started pawing her kits out of the nursery. "Go now. I'll make you apologize to Riversnow and her kits when you've all quieted down."

"B-But - " Deerkit started, and was shut down by Cloudthunder's gaze.

"I didn't even do anything…" Airkit mewed pathetically.

"Out, please," the white and gray molly hissed. She only needed to tell them once, thankfully, before they scattered outside. Cloudthunder shot an apologetic glance at the new queen again before padding away. She watched as her kits had already bolted in the medicine den and started pestering Shiverstep for a story.

Cloudthunder stared at the sky in exhaustion. She watched as the clouds gently passed above, and listened as the songs of cardinals and chickadees filled her ears. She took a deep breath, then exhaled. Her heart throbbed with longing. Redstar had cleared her for basic patrols as long as someone was with her, but what she really wanted was to go on an adventure again. She loved being a mother, but she didn't love being a queen. She wanted to stretch her legs, explore for hours and gather any possible berries or spices she could throw over a meal. She wanted a taste of freedom again.

"Beautiful day, no?"

Cloudthunder jumped as Tree's voice piped up from next to her. She forcibly relaxed and gave a small smile, her tail flicking. "Indeed it is," she said.

Tree smiled and gave a knowing purr, glancing at the entrance of the now-noisy medicine den. "Busy, I take it?"

"Unfortunately," Cloudthunder sighed. The molly glanced at the camp gates longingly. "It is what it is, I suppose."

Tree said nothing in response. However, their tail twitched pensively. Then, it seemed like they made a decision. "Cloudthunder, could you wait here for just a moment?"

The grey and white molly tilted her head at the cat, puzzled. "...Um, okay?"

Tree padded into the medicine den before she could ask why. But, it must be for a reason. Cloudthunder's ear twitched, and she licked her paw before grooming herself.

Tree then left the medicine den and leapt onto the High Rock, interrupting a meeting between Redstar, Iciclepool and Hopechase. After a few minutes, Tree leapt down from the rock and approached Cloudthunder again, tail raised and green eyes sparking.

"That was easier than expected. You have very considerate Clanmates," Tree meowed, whiskers twitching. "Would you like to go on patrol?"

Cloudthunder perked up, her pupils dilated, but she stiffened with apprehension. "...Define 'patrol'," Cloudthunder asked.

"Well…" Tree suppressed a mrrow of amusement. "I pointed out that blueberries may have grown out by this time in summer - er, greenleaf. But…"

"They're found closer to the marshes," Cloudthunder breathed, feeling a sudden weight lift off her shoulders, her paws rapidly carrying themselves into the warrior den, where she rummaged through her small stash corner and yanked out a small leather bag she had painstakingly made over a year ago.

Tree purred in amusement as they followed after them. "Hey, hey, but you haven't heard the condition yet," they said.

Cloudthunder frowned, knowing Redstar didn't want her to go alone. Then, she turned to Tree and asked, "Care to join me?"

Now it was Tree's turn to seem surprised, but only briefly, their tail twitching. "Oh. Well, I suppose that settles it," they laughed.

Cloudthunder let out a breath and for a brief moment, she stared at the medicine cat den. A brief pang of guilt entered her heart, before she saw Tree's brown and golden tail swish in front of her vision.

"They'll be alright, promise," Tree said with a chuckle. "Shiverstep's telling them the epic of the Fire that Saved the Clans."

"Oh, StarClan, that's a long one," Cloudthunder said with a laugh. "Are you sure they'll be able to pay attention for long enough?"

"And if they don't, so what? I'm sure the kits can find something to do. Your restlessness is not unnoticed by your friends, and you deserve to have some sense of normalcy," Tree replied.

Cloudthunder considered these words. She wasn't sure if she was just stressed or overly touched, but she felt her heart pang and she had to bite down the sudden urge to cry.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, before exhaling. Tree was right. She loved her kits. But she also wanted to feel like herself again. She felt like a bird trapped in a cage, and she wanted to spread her wings again.

When she opened her eyes again, she looked at Tree with deep gratitude. "Thank you," she meowed.

"Not a problem. Now, shall we get going?" "Yes, please." Cloudthunder trotted towards the gate with her tail held high and her eyes sparkling with wonder. She was going to collect so many blueberries. She was going to hear tree frogs and toads and blue jays and mallards, and it was going to be beautiful.

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[gracemarkss]

trying to gather my thoughts on unruhe. something about this exchange is so vital to me…about how scully maybe isn’t as natural a seeker as mulder. about how her work as a pathologist is focused on “how” rather than “why”…whereas mulder’s profiling is the inverse. a woman is dead and a man killed her and no amount of probing the inner workings of his psyche, his dreams, his nightmares will remedy that situation. discovering the why doesn’t bring about any deeper sense of justice or peace. because really, no why could ever really explain the mundane horror of a woman’s abduction and murder. if anything, it just more starkly reveals the ugly simplicity of the human capacity for cruelty.

but i also love how later, she leans on the why. she channels mulder and his profiler brain. schnauz even picks up on it (“great. now they got you talking like sigmund freud,” in reference to him calling mulder freud during his interrogation). she asks him why he does it. why her. why this. why did his sister kill herself. why did his father do what he did. part of it’s to keep schnauz talking but it’s also another example of how she reaches for him, even metaphorically, in moments of fear and difficulty.

i also love how this episode, with its themes of unrest and strife and trouble, focuses on scully. mulder is usually the more restless character, always searching and seeking and chasing and moving. but scully is just as, if not maybe even more so. her mother’s remaining daughter. her father’s disappointment. a catholic to her bones, even as she lapses. a woman in a man’s job. who imagines a life to be a husband and kids and big sunday dinners, but who can’t stop following the mad man in the basement. who always insists she’s fine, who locks it all away, who chafes and squirms and explodes in impulsive incendiary bursts. who is always always trying.

there are just some things we don’t or can’t look too deeply into. if god is real, or why the woman in front of us is dead. scully will dig and scrape for proof and explanations for many things, but some interrogations aren’t worth the effort, or the fear of what might be found. some things just are, and they’re too big to move or change or overcome. women die because men kill them. what the hell does it matter?

[yourownutopia]

Shadowborn ( a jin woo x reader story)

When the Shadow Monarch adds you to his ranks, he has no idea what he's in for. Not only are you uncontrollable, but you also harbor a secret that even the System keeps hidden from him. As he searches for a way to bring you under control, it becomes clear that your existence exposes a flaw in the perfect structure of the shadows—one that no one could have foreseen. Why don’t you yield to his will, and more importantly, why doesn’t the System want you to remember? [Jin Woo x fem! shadow! reader]

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Chapter Index :

[Prologue], [1ʰᵉʳᵉ] [2] [3]

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Song: Shadowborn - Hiroyuki Sawano

Calm before the storm - It's me they all are coming for Be my shadowborn

We're back to take the pain - My soul is indestructible

I steal you from the grave - So cursed to be a slave

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Make sure to read the [Prologue] before diving into the Story! :)

Notes: I want to clarify that English is not my first language. I’m sorry if there are any mistakes or if I sometimes use incorrect words.

Chapter 1: Distortion

Aside from the echo of [Y/N]'s footsteps reverberating against the stone walls of the narrow corridor, there was an oppressive silence. Jin-Woo’s own steps were so light they were drowned out by hers.

The quiet was unsettling, pressing down on her like an invisible shroud of unease. Whenever the pitch darkness eased slightly, her gaze would wander, trying to take in her surroundings. Most of the time, though, her eyes fixated on the back of the Shadow Monarch’s head. He clearly noticed the piercing stare of his newest shadow—yet chose to ignore it in silence.

Jin-Woo appeared calm on the outside, but inside, a storm of questions and frustration raged.

Who was she? Why was she so different from every other shadow he'd summoned? Why could she speak?

How had she died? What had killed her? Why did she refuse to obey him? And why, of all things, did he even care?

Alongside his irritation, another emotion simmered just beneath the surface: anger. But it wasn’t directed at her—not in the slightest. This realization only fueled his frustration further. Was he angry because he hadn’t followed through on his own resolve? Because he hesitated? Or was it something else?

Perhaps his rage stemmed from having to confront his own helplessness. Or worse—from the faint glimmer of pity he felt for her. Did he pity her? Wasn’t he stronger than this, past such weaknesses?

Hadn’t he grown beyond such emotions?

Yet, here she was, standing as a constant reminder of his internal contradictions. Why had he brought her along despite her defiance? Was it really just because he sought a strong shadow? Or was it something deeper? Perhaps it was the lost, fractured look in her eyes—peculiar for someone who was supposed to be dead.

Even in her silence, he could hear it—the quiet lament of her restless soul, the faint whispers of unspoken pain. He hadn’t understood the words, but the meaning was crystal clear.

To be fair, Jin-Woo couldn’t imagine what being a shadow truly felt like. After all, every shadow he’d ever summoned had willingly joined his ranks—or so he thought.

Byung-Gu was the only one he knew of who hadn’t wanted to keep fighting but had done so purely to save Cha’s life. Jin-Woo had assumed he could only recruit shadows who were, in some way, willing to serve him. Yet she had made it unmistakably clear that she had no such intention.

They entered a wider chamber, and Jin-Woo abruptly came to a stop. [Y/N] halted as well, more out of instinct than choice.

Had he truly forced her to his side? Or did she have her own reason for being here?

The thought compelled him to glance back at her for the first time in what felt like an eternity.

[Y/N] flinched, almost imperceptibly, as Jin-Woo suddenly turned his head to meet her gaze. His piercing gray eyes cut through her, sending a chill down her spine. For a brief moment, she feared she’d angered him simply by existing.

Where had her courage gone?

She wanted to say something, anything, but her throat was so dry that the words refused to come. Jin-Woo’s lips twitched slightly—an almost-smile—before he opened his inventory.

“We’ll rest here,” he announced, scrolling through his items.

[Y/N] raised an eyebrow, surprised.

Rest? Why? Does he need it? He didn’t look remotely tired, but she wasn’t about to complain.

She took a moment to scan the room. It was small, dimly lit by a few flickering torches that cast long, dancing shadows on the cold stone walls. They hadn’t encountered any monsters yet—a bit unusual for a dungeon of this size. Still, Jin-Woo clearly wanted to get through this place quickly.

He’d already spent several days here, and his shadows had cleared out countless monsters. But at some point, even he wanted to go home.

Jin-Woo sat down on the floor, pulling out some of the food Jinha had prepared for him. The growling of his stomach was a reminder of how long he’d been in this dungeon. Time tended to blur here, but it had to have been over two days.

The rustling of plastic caught [Y/N]’s attention. She opened her eyes to see Jin-Woo unwrapping a neatly packed sandwich.

He looks almost innocent like that, she thought, watching him take a bite while scrolling through his translucent interface.

Her unrelenting gaze didn’t go unnoticed, even though Jin-Woo gave no outward reaction.

“Want some?” he asked suddenly, glancing up.

[Y/N] blinked, tilting her head as though she hadn’t understood the question.

“Huh?”

With an irritated grunt, Jin-Woo held up another sandwich, his expression impatient. It was clear he wasn’t used to his shadows needing food, but she wasn’t exactly like the others.

[Y/N] hesitated. She was dead, wasn’t she? There was no reason for her to eat. She didn’t even feel hungry. Yet, the gesture surprised her—it was unexpectedly kind. Maybe he wasn’t as bad as she thought.

Shaking her head, she waved the offer away. “I don’t think I need it,” she replied calmly.

Jin-Woo shrugged, returning to his interface. Meanwhile, [Y/N] stared at the faintly glowing panel before him. She couldn’t read it—everything was backward from her perspective—but something about it felt familiar. Slowly, fragments of memory surfaced.

A dark void. A golden window. Words forming before her eyes, their meaning sinking deep into her consciousness.

[The System congratulates the user on receiving a new title: “Shadow Warden.” User Sung Jin-Woo has recruited you as his shadow servant.]

Her lips moved before she realized it. “Jin-Woo.”

Hearing his name spoken by her, Jin-Woo froze. There was something about the way she said it, almost like she was testing the sound, trying it on her tongue.

Unlike his other shadows, she didn’t address him with reverence or titles. Just his name.

“What?” he asked, swallowing his last bite.

“Your name,” she murmured, as though it held some hidden meaning she was determined to uncover.

Something about her strange demeanor got under his skin. “My shadows usually address me by my title,” he said, his tone cool.

Her sharp eyes locked onto his, unflinching. “Don’t they feel ridiculous doing that?” she asked bluntly.

“…”

Jin Woo didn’t answer her question. No, damn it—why should they? They were his shadows, he was their ruler, and they were grateful to serve someone like him. So why her? What was her problem?

"Then why did you come along? Why didn’t you want me to me send you back?" Jin Woo finally asked, genuinely curious about the answer.

[Y/N] stayed silent for a moment before responding.

"I didn’t want to," she muttered.

"That’s nonsense," the black-haired man said, standing up again. His movement made the [H/C]-haired woman look up at him once more.

His voice was firm, almost cutting. He had seen the relief flicker across her face when he had let her go earlier.

"Maybe you’re different from the other shadows, but don’t think for a second that you can fool me," he added, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

"I cannot force shadows ranked higher than me. So, I’ll ask you again: why are you here?"

His question seemed to strike a chord within her. For once, there was no sharp or sarcastic comeback. Instead, she turned her head away, her silence prompting the Shadow Monarch to raise a brow. For the first time, her expression revealed something other than smugness.

Discomfort.

She didn’t want to answer. The question clearly made her uneasy, which only confirmed his suspicions. Her earlier words were a lie—she definitely had a reason.

"I..." she started after a few moments of silence, taking a deep breath.

"Honestly, I didn’t have much time to think about it," she finally said, looking up at the young Shadow Monarch.

His expression was incredulous, as if to say, “Are you serious right now?”

"H-Hey, I know how that sounds! You’d think I had all the time in the world—there’s not exactly much to do when you’re dead," she added defensively, her tone almost pleading as if trying to justify herself. This earned a faint smirk from the black-haired man.

"But that’s not how it is..." she murmured, her voice quieter now.

The contrast between her sarcasm and her current embarrassment was, frankly, quite entertaining to him. None of his shadows would ever behave this way.

This was something Jin Woo had noticed more and more during his time as the Shadow Monarch—the lack of true human interaction in his life. His shadows were loyal, but their emotional intelligence was limited.

Beru was the only one who could speak, yet even he stayed silent unless directly addressed. Their relationship was one-sided: Jin Woo commanded, and they obeyed. Whenever he sought advice, he never received an honest, thoughtful response—only the answers they believed he wanted to hear. Like the others, Beru’s sole concern was to keep him satisfied. Unpleasant truths? They were never spoken.

Shadows, after all, weren’t human. They lacked complex thoughts and true free will. It was only now, in moments like this, that Jin Woo fully realized just how far removed he’d become from social interaction.

Before his solo leveling journey, he had never been particularly outgoing. But back then, he’d at least been forced to engage with people. Now, it was just him and his shadows.

His gaze lingered on her, studying her features intently.

Her mere presence created a strange tension. He wasn’t used to not being alone—not like this. His shadows were always there, of course, but they didn’t cast judgmental glances. His actions didn’t need to make sense to them; they never questioned him. His rule was absolute, and that meant he never had to worry about missteps or what anyone thought of him.

But with her...

His eyes drifted over her slight, almost delicate form once more. With her, it was different. Her eyes were sharp, observant, filled with thoughts she had no problem voicing—unlike Beru.

But why on earth was she so reluctant now?

The resurrection had been both a rescue from eternal darkness and a curse of the shadows.

[Y/N] could not truly remember the time she had been dead—only the weight in her chest and the endless void surrounding her. That was until the moment a deep voice threatened to wake her from her slumber.

The first time it spoke, it was gentle, but [Y/N] hadn’t even been able to open her eyes. The second time, her eyes had fluttered open briefly as warmth slowly spread through her body, but it still hadn’t been enough to rouse her. It was... peaceful. Why should she leave this calm? There was no reason...

Then, silence—before the commanding voice asked if she truly wished for her end to come here.

The voice of the man seemed to shake something deep within her. A longing? No... it felt more like a desire buried within her soul, clawing its way to the surface.

Her spirit yearned for life, fighting against the crushing weight that tried to hold her down.

She struggled against the heaviness of her eyelids, her vision blurred as the silhouette of a young man materialized before her.

"Arise."

Her eyes snapped open—this time, the voice was not gentle but threatening. It did not sound like the previous two times. Instead, it was layered with a second voice, one that sent a shiver down her spine.

Her vision was still restricted, her body frozen in place, kneeling before Jin Woo. His form might have appeared human, but [Y/N] could clearly see the second heart beating in his chest, as well as the outline of the colossal ruler of the shadows looming behind him. That presence demanded reverence. His violet eyes burned like flames behind the black-haired man.

She wanted to rise, to flee—to get away from the dangerous, dark figure towering over her.

"Kneel," the loud voice of the Shadow Monarch—no, not the man in front of her—echoed in her ears. It was as though an invisible force pressed her down.

Her body trembled with fear, aching to obey, but her soul refused to yield. Words formed in her mouth, though it felt as if her throat were constricting.

"..."

"N-"

"No," she said.

The shadowed creature's eyes widened, and for the first time in an eternity, the Shadow Monarch was taken aback. No one had ever dared—or even managed—to defy his orders.

"You..." he hissed, his presence growing even more oppressive. Yet, because the human body was not entirely his to command, he could not touch her.

"How dare you," he growled.

This confrontation played out on a level Jin Woo could not yet perceive. A plane between space and time, one he could not enter.

One last time, with all his strength, he tried to bend her to his will, but [Y/N] resisted with equal intensity. Her eyes flickered briefly, and the Monarch's expression shifted slightly in shock.

"This can't be—" he began, but the voice of the shadow interrupted him.

"No!"

The resoluteness in her voice caused his absolute authority to falter. Her form began to manifest fully, and the invisible, crushing grip of the Shadow Monarch ceased immediately. His looming presence disappeared as quickly as it had come, and the oppressive force evaporated.

But it was clear she wasn’t entirely free. Instead, she was now bound to the black-haired man whose piercing gray eyes still bore into her.

Her mouth opened as if to say something, but no words came out. Her silence seemed to satisfy some base desire Jin Woo must have held—after all she had done so far.

But his moment of triumph was short-lived. She bit her lip, and he could sense her frustration building.

"Why do you even ask me that? You only care about yourself anyway," she snarled.

Slowly but surely, his patience was wearing thin. He had genuinely hoped they could go at least half an hour without wanting to throttle each other���but she made it impossible.

What the hell did she know about him? What did she know about the world he lived in, the sacrifices he had made just to save his family? She knew nothing at all.

"What do you know?" he retorted mockingly. To him, she was just another monster created by the System to torment humans. Why should he listen to anything she had to say?

"I know you think you have the right to use us," she said, her [E/C] eyes locking onto his with defiance as she threw the words at him. Us? She clearly meant the shadows.

"You think you can walk through the world, using us for your purposes. Have you ever thought that maybe we feel things too?" she asked, her voice growing louder.

What was she talking about? Feelings in monsters?

"Of course you didn’t," she continued with dripping sarcasm. "You’re special, so you get to do whatever you want, without thinking about the consequences right? Take whatever you want, however you want. Sure, I get it."

Her shadowed voice was sharp with cynicism.

This time, Jin Woo’s anger wasn’t rooted in his pride as the Shadow Monarch—her words struck him as a person.

She had no idea what he had endured, what he had suffered to get to this point. The times he had barely escaped death, and the sacrifices he had made—all for others, never for himself. And now, here she was, mocking him and calling him a selfish tyrant. Her audacity made his blood boil.

"You don’t know anything. I do this to protect the people I love. I’d go even further if I had to," he growled, his attempt to restrain his anger only partially successful.

"Ah, I see. And that’s why you force your will on others. Makes total sense. My bad," she shot back, her voice dripping with mock understanding.

"YOU want to lecture me about fairness? You’re a monster. You have no right to say anything, especially when your existence is only meant for destruction and chaos. Don’t talk to me about feelings," he snapped, his voice tinged with disdain.

Her breathing grew shallow, rage coursing through her veins.

"I do know something about feelings! I understand pain and fear, but that doesn’t give you the right to use my soul for your purposes! And stop calling me a monster. I was a Hunter, damn it—I know what that feels like!"

Jin Woo’s eyes widened in shock. His anger gave way to confusion.

"A... Hunter?" he echoed.

Her furious expression turned to one of disbelief and confusion. What had she just said? She was a Hunter? That was impossible... he had found her in a Solo Dungeon.

[Y/N] stared blankly at a distant point, her mind in turmoil. What had she said, and why was she so certain it was true?

Images flickered through her mind—brief, static-like distortions, too fleeting to grasp.

"I... was..." she began, her voice trembling.

"A Hunter?" she repeated, more to herself than to Jin Woo, who continued to stare at her, dumbfounded.

Before she could process the thought, searing pain shot through her temples, and she gasped.

Instinctively, she clutched her head as fragmented, flickering images filled her mind.

Flowers.

A hand holding hers.

The static distortions resembled a flickering television.

"What’s wrong?" Jin Woo asked, his irritation replaced by genuine concern.

"Something’s... wrong," [Y/N] managed to say through gritted teeth, digging her fingers into her hair.

Her pained, unfocused eyes darted briefly to Jin Woo, who had pushed himself off the wall. What was happening to her?

To the searing pain, a piercing, high-pitched tone in her ears added itself, drowning out everything else. Her hands pressed against her ears, desperate to block it out—but it was no use. The sound was inside her head.

Panicked, she shook her head. She just wanted it to stop.

Jin Woo felt helpless, unable to understand what was happening to her. But he could see the fear in her eyes. Was this like what happened with Esil? Was the System trying to prevent her from revealing something?

Before he could react, he saw her body falter—unable to withstand the pressure any longer.

Before she could hit the ground, he moved swiftly, catching her in his arms.

Her body had gone completely limp, and beads of sweat glistened on her forehead.

He had already noticed he could touch her, but the fact that her body resembled that of a human caught him off guard. Every living being, whether human or monster, had its own mana flow, but with her? There was nothing.

Carefully, he laid her on the ground, the shadows cast by the flickering torchlight dancing over her face. The gust of wind from Jin Woo’s swift movement had set them in motion.

The Shadow Monarch’s expression softened as he removed his mantle, rolled it up, and gently placed it under her head as a makeshift pillow.

Clearly, there were far more mysteries to her existence than he had initially realized.

Her face had relaxed, the pained grimace replaced by something softer.

"Beru," he said quietly. Before he could finish, the large ant emerged from his shadow.

"Yes, my king?" Beru asked, his antennae twitching as Jin Woo shot him a brief glance.

"What’s wrong with her?" he asked, hoping the shadow might understand one of his own better than he could.

"I can sense that she is one of us—but there is something else," Beru replied, his mandibles clicking as he spoke.

"What?"

"There is an unusual aura surrounding her. Her soul is far stronger than her body," Beru said, his gaze fixed on her still form. He could see it clearly: the aura enveloping her like a shield, glowing faintly and keeping the shadows at bay.

"What do you mean?"

"I fear... I am not authorized to share that information," Beru replied cautiously, sensing his master’s piercing glare.

Not authorized?

For Jin Woo, that could only mean one thing.

His gaze shifted from the nervous Beru, who was already anticipating consequences, to the unconscious [Y/N].

The System didn’t want him to find out.

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[specialagentlokitty]

Aizawa x reader - just a little sleep

Hi! Could you do a fic where the reader has insomnia so she goes days without sleep and tries to hide it from Aizawa but eventually he starts to notice and puts a plan together to help her? It's totally fine if you don't wanna do it 💜 - Anon💜

As a man who either didn’t sleep, or slept way too much, Aizawa was no stranger to the effects that came with lack of sleep.

So, when he noticed you started showing traits of extreme exhaustion, he immediately knew you hadn’t been sleeping and that you had been trying to hide it from him.

He had tried to confront you on it multiple times, but each and every time you would either refuse to answer, walk away or deny his claims.

He stood against the doorway of your office, looking at your sluggish movements and the tired look in your eyes.

“Are we ever going to talk about this?” He asked.

“There’s nothing to talk about…”

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before lowering his hand to look at you again.

“Yes, there is. I can see you shaking from here, you’re barely able to stand in your own two feet, and you’ve been staring at the paper for nearly five minutes.”

You frown a little, setting the paper down as you sit at your desk.

“Just checking it.”

“And that takes five minutes?”

You offer Aizawa a small shrug, which makes him sigh again, a little bit more frustrated this time.

“I know you haven’t been sleeping (Y/N), I just want to know when the last time you slept was.”

You glance to him but don’t say anything as you turn back to your work, and after a few minutes of waiting in the doorway he sighs again.

“I can’t help if you don’t give me anything to work with here…”

“I don’t need help, I’m fine.”

Aizawa walks further in, closing the office door behind him before making his way to stand in front of your desk, arms crossed and a blank look on his face.

“You’re not fine, so stop bullshitting me and tell me the truth. Why aren’t you sleeping? Can you not settle? Nightmares? Restless? Caffeine?”

Again, you stay quiet and he groans a little bit.

He knew you were stubborn of course, on the best of days you could be more stubborn than him, and apparently that was no different no matter how tired you were.

“Is there anything that helps? Medication? Music? Do you need the room to be warmer? Colder?”

Again he’s met with silence.

“I just need to know what I can do to help you, stop being so stubborn and give me something to work with.”

He watched you carefully waiting for a response, and he took note of the way your hands trembled, up close he could see the dark circles around your eyes, how exhausted and slightly pale you looked.

When he realised you were going to talk, he simply just swapped your coffee up out with a bottle of water from the opposite end of your desk and left.

He spent most of the day thinking about how he could help you, and doing some research, compiling a mental list of everything he found.

He knew you liked music, and most of the time you slept usually there was music in the background, so he went through his laptop to find whatever music you had downloaded on it.

When he got home, he set to work making sure to get everything ready for when you got home so you’d be able to hopefully sleep.

When you finally got home, he was standing in the hallway waiting.

“Go eat, foods just finished.” He said, holding his hand out.

With a small hum, you hand him your jacket and bag, taking your shoes off before padding to the table.

Aizawa hung your jacket up, and hid your bag so you wouldn’t be tempted to go and do work after dinner.

While you were eating you could hear the faint sound of water running, and assumed it was him taking a shower so when you finished eating, you set your plate in the sink and went to the bedroom to get changed.

“(Y/N)? Come here!” Aizawa called out.

“Okay?”

You pad towards the bathroom and knock on the door before opening it to see Aizawa standing next to the bath which was full of hot water and bubbles, a few of your favourite scented candles scattered about.

Aizawa walks over, gesturing for you to go ahead.

“If you need anything just shout.”

He gives your hand a small squeeze before leaving the bathroom, closing the door behind you.

While you enjoyed a relaxing bath, he carried on with everything else he had planned.

He changed the bedding into the ungodly fluffy bedsheets you seemed to like so much, he sprayed his aftershave on your pillow like he did every night just in case he had to leave, and he changed into some sweatpants and a long sleeved black shirt.

Aizawa made sure to have a cup of tea waiting on the night stand, and your favourite show waiting on the Tv, as well your favourite playlist playing in the background.

Truth be told it was all a bit too much for him, there was too many things going on for him to be able to fully relax, but they were all your favourite things so he didn’t mind, he simply just sat down on the bed, stroking the cat while he waited for you.

Thankfully you weren’t much longer, eventually you came out wearing your pyjamas, and pad over your to the bed, laying yourself next to him with your head on his shoulder.

Aizawa could already see some of the tension had eased away from you, and he handed you the Tv remote so you could play the show.

While you quietly watched it, he ran his fingers through your hair.

“How’re you feeling…?” He asked quietly.

“Tired….”

He gave a small hum.

“Just relax… okay…? I’m right here with you…” he whispers.

Aizawa continues to run his fingers through your hair, gently messaging your scalp the way you would for him whenever he was stressed.

Every so often he would glance down at you, and he could see you fighting the urge to go to sleep, but he didn’t say anything, he didn’t want to disturb your peace.

Eventually he could feel you relax fully, your breathing evening out as you fell asleep, and he smiled ever so slightly to himself.

He pulled the covers up to your shoulder, and rested his head against the headboard.

His body was going to ache like anything tomorrow and he knew that, but he didn’t want to move and risk waking you up, so he’d sleep in the half laid down position he was just so that you could hopefully sleep all night

[hufflezki]

Hiii 😇 can I request a Regulus x Slytherin! Reader based on the song The Scientist by Coldplay? Angst with a happy or bittersweet ending, whatever u think is better:) THANK YOU!!!!

hii lovelyy! thank you for requesting (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠), hopefully I did your idea justice :>

-> regulus black x slytherin!reader (though I didn't focus much on it), established relationship, hurt/comfort, regulus being vulnerable (i'm so sorry), dorcas as your supportive best friend, word count: 1,053

“Hey, are you coming down to eat with us?”

You hear Dorcas’ voice as she steps inside your dorm room, the door shutting behind her. You’re in front of the mirror, loosening your tie, and you see her reflection come into view. Dorcas is wearing her usual black sweater above her uniform, her hair braided and adorned with colorful clips. You smile when you catch her knowing gaze. “No, sorry.” Shaking your head, you take your tie fully off, placing it down on your bed. You hear Dorcas sigh, as she leans against your bed frame.

She’s staring at you and it makes you nervous. She obviously knows something is up. Since you’ve been refusing to eat at the Grand Hall with her and the rest of your friends. Or go anywhere at all to hangout. And Dorcas isn't dumb, she knows something has happened between you and Regulus. As the boy, himself, refuses to turn up as well.

“Alright, I really don't want to pry in your business. But, clearly, something's been bothering you.” You tense up, your shoulders seemingly heavy. You never really did like confrontations. And Dorcas is well aware of that.

But she needs you to speak up, before one of the prefects catches her sneaking another plate in your dorm room.

“Look, it's nothing–” She clicks her tongue, shaking her head. You turn to see her raising a brow and eventually you give up. “It's Regulus, he hasn't been talking to me ever since we got back from our summer break last week.” You deflate down on your bed, Dorcas follows you. She offers you a comforting hand, rubbing circles on your back. You feel defeated, your emotions coming down crashing on you. You manage to tell Dorcas everything, even through your sobs. And she stays there with you for the rest of the night, even having Barty and Evan bring you two food.

You wished you knew why Regulus seems to be avoiding you. But you didn't, he used to write you letters constantly, telling you about how his break was going. And how much he missed being with you. But one day, they just stopped. And it hurt when you saw him enter the train with not so much as a smile your way, even though you knew that he saw you.

You didn't want to pester him after that. He rarely shows up on your table to eat, anyway. And the only time you do see him is when he’s in class, or when he’s with Barty and Evan.

Something definitely happened during the last week of your summer break. And the possibility that his parents might have to do something with this, has you dreading. At this point, you’d do anything to get Regulus alone.

It's the weekend. The sky is just as gloomy as you’d expect. Usually when the weather’s like this, you don't find it appealing to go out at all. But your feet got to moving the moment you woke up.

And before you know it, you’re strolling the grounds of Hogwarts.

You’re kicking pebbles, passing time, when you see a figure down the shore of the Black Lake.

Regulus. You thought, you wouldn't mistake his short black curls for anyone else’s. You rush down the path, carefully, not wanting to startle him. However, when you do reach him, it seems that he’s been aware of your presence.

“Regulus?” You whisper, stepping closer, warily. Like how you would to a stray cat. He turns around, and for the first time this week you can finally see his face properly. He looks to be as restless as you do, possibly even more. And your heart drops. “What happened?” Your voice comes out breathless as you approach him, reaching to cup his face. Regulus doesn't pull away, instead he nuzzles his cheek against your palm, staring at you with unshed tears. You’ve never seen him in this much pain before. And your heart breaks for him even more.

“I’m sorry.” His voice is rough and groggy, a sign that he’s been crying even before you came. Regulus starts repeating himself, kissing your hands and cradling them against his as he starts to sob. And you, holding onto your composure, pull him into your arms. You’d wait if you have to. If it helps ease his pain, then you’d do anything for him.

Regulus tightens his hold around you, his cries starting to cease after a while. And you remain standing there, cradling him until his breathing goes back to normal. “Sirius.” He starts, and you hum to tell him you're listening. “Sirius, he .. he ran away from home. He left me. With them.” You close your eyes, hearing the pain in his voice. Somehow, you’ve been right the whole time. About his parents having something to do with this. And for the first time, you wished you had guessed wrong.

“I couldn't convince him to stay.. I’ve been trying to.” He continues, propping his chin on your shoulder, as he bites his lip to fight back his tears. “And.. I– I didn't want to drag you into this. Not when you’ve done so much for me.” Hearing him be so vulnerable makes you want to hold him even tighter, never wanting to let go. “So, I thought it would've been better if I just ignored you. Though, obviously, I was wrong..” Regulus pulls away, just enough to look at you, and your eyes flutter back open. “I’m really sorry..” You nod your head, understanding him now that he’d told you everything.

“I forgive you, Regulus. I just wished you didn't keep it to yourself. It really did hurt me.” He looks at you with a guilty expression, nodding his head. You wipe the remaining tears on his face, kissing him after.

“From now on, we share our problems. So when we find ourselves in a troubling situation, we can help each other.” You hum and he nods his head once more. It seems to be the only thing he’s capable of with how much emotions he’d just poured.

Then he pulls you into another kiss, whispering an “I love you.” And you give him a small smile, staring at his tear-streaked face.

“I love you more.” He feels grateful and safe to be with you once again. Promising to you, and himself, that this time it would be different.

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[millsheat]

my regathered thoughts regarding 2x06

i'm not mad about the inclusion of the porch scene--because if you take some things into consideration, it cannot be the whole thing. why is ellie's guitar back in her room the next morning? i refuse the believe they wouldn't tie this end and never pick up on it. however, i do believe, that craig needing to spill out everything to the audience like they're bunch of morons makes the show lack the original magic the games had.

joel and ellie's relationship does not need to be labelled. jesse calls joel (ellie's) old man, everyone around the town associate joel with ellie, because that's how things are. the show won't let you see it, she spells it out for you, word for word. moreover, the show is painfully afraid of making joel's actions unlikable.

joel and ellie's love for each other was never built on grand gestures. they just knew it, they hoped they knew it--that is the core problem, what keeps ellie restless. because she never said those words, until it was too late. she never told joel those words, any words of that matter. and now it's too late to fix it, to get back the time that has been lost. the game counterparts don't suffer from the same thing. joel tells ellie he loves her, point blank. joel behaves like ellie's father, calls her his kid, patronises her--game joel would never do it, he respects ellie enough to not tell her what to do, how to behave. the show joel drives ellie away with his actions. where is ellie's suspicion about the salt lake? we are supposed to believe it keeps her restless, but we don't see any of it until the eugene part, which is four years after they come to jackson.

and you want me to believe, there was never a time where ellie would be thinking about it. we get the implications of ellie's suicidal thoughts but it's more so thrown in the background and never picked up on. ellie never asks about salt lake, fireflies symbols carry small to no meaning. unless we get to see things from ellie's perspective, suddenly switched, then we can't really be that shocked that ellie's eager to immediately try and forgive joel. it has not bothered her, not by craig's measure and the way he wrote her. we don't see if ellie's just putting on a front because the firefly hint in the birthday flashbacks is too subtle even for the last of us universe, lol.

joel drives ellie away because he's patronising her, behaving like a parent, treating her like a kid. joel never does that--not from the moment he stars to trust ellie. he sees her as his equal. she gets a gun, she gets his trust. in the game, once they are in jackson--things are screwed between them and joel knows it and he tries to do everything not lose ellie but he does it without putting too much pressure. he plays the guitar, keeps one promise he gave her, which eases her mind a little bit. in the show, he gave ellie no promise of that nature.

joel never tries to parent ellie because he knows that their relationship suffers from his lie and he does not want to damage it further. so he does it from afar, with the patrols. but in the show, joel basically has the final word about everything regarding ellie and it does not even matter than she's nineteen and not technically living under his roof.

by the show standards, the porch scene makes sense. because they stopped speaking nine months ago, not two years. ellie never went to find out the truth--she never confronts joel again after salt lake, until the porch scene. joel's basically not even subtle about ellie being his kid. so him telling her how he feels about her isn't off, by the show standards. but it makes zero sense for ellie's journey and i think that craig is well aware of it and that's why ellie's journey looks the way it does. because even though ellie has a full right of being mad over joel's death, there is no force that drives her, other than the love she had for him. there's no thought of years being wasted by not talking to him. there is not force of not having enough time, not forgiving him sooner. none of that is there--ellie wondering if joel knows what he meant for her, what she meant for him. all of it has been said (at least on joel's side). i'm still somehow hoping there's more to the porch scene. that perhaps, they're keeping something under the wraps. but the thought waiting five years for that answer is just tiring tbh.

[gamergirl-06]

Bruno headcanons

I had these headcanon’s in my mind also G/N

How you first met:

-Bruno was doing one of his runs for looting supplies for the survivors back at Emma’s when he heard a call for help.

-Immediately rushed out of the store and seen you getting swarmed by a bunch of those Z’s and so he jumped into action taking down each of them, dodging and weaving hits they threw at him.

-Once he had killed all of them he asked if your were ok and you said yes.

-To be honest, Bruno was taken by you, you were absolutely beautiful/handsome/good looking.

-He introduced himself “I’m Bruno, what’s your name hottie?”.

-you started blushing like crazy but introduced yourself back to him “I’m Y/N”.

-From that point onwards you two became best friends.

When he realised his feelings:

-You had known each other for a little while at this point

-Bruno was actually trying to convince himself that it was just an admiration for you and not a full blown crush.

- He didn’t ever see himself be with someone, he actually told you when he first met you that’s why he stopped answering his Abuela’s calls as she pestered him to find love (and also fix his hair).

-He would tell himself “No, you don’t like her like that…it’s just admiration…”

-When he finally did realise it was an actual crush he kinda..changed around you.

-you noticed the change in his demeanour when you two went out for information in Beverley Hills when you guys passed some Z’s minding their own business, he suddenly pulled you into him and never let go.

-This never happened up until that point so you were a bit confused as to why but you enjoyed it because you actually liked him as well.

-It also did continue to happen but as much as you enjoyed being in close contact with him, you confronted him later on back at Emma’s.

-He refused to answer why he does it, which kinda made you frustrated.

-It turned into a bit of a fight, you asking him what’s wrong and him refusing to give an actual answer.

-you tell him whatever, and leave him in your shared room.

- You tell the others you’re going out for supplies to stock up since you hadn’t needed supplies for at least a few weeks.

-Sam asks to come with you, and you agree, you’re gonna need the help when shit possibly goes south.

He says “I Love You” for the first time:

- A While after you and Sam left to go for supplies, Bruno came downstairs in order to apologize to you.

-When he doesn’t see you, he asks Emma where you are.

-When Emma tells him you and Sam went out for supplies, he panicked.

-A long string of curse words followed soon after with Spanish.

- “Fuck fuck shit FUCKKKK, Soy Una Idiota (I’m such an idiot)”.

-Everyone jumped when the front door slammed open with sam carrying you in his arms, bloody and a bit beaten up.

-The horrified look on Bruno’s could not amount to the pain and guilt he felt.

- He was angry now “What…happened!”

-Sam explained that when you guys were on the way back a crusher crossed your path and as it almost died it knocked you to the ground and you hit your head.

-Tears threatened to fall from his eyes as he watched Sam carry you to you guy’s room and seek medical attention.

-He followed Sam and held your hand as someone treated you and told him you could wake up anytime.

-With tears that stained his cheeks from sobbing he managed a weak smile.

-“I’m so sorry that I was such a dick, I-i just…goddammit I love you so much..I said it…te amo (I love you).

-you stirred slightly but didn’t open your eyes.

-Bruno thought you might have just been restless in your sleep so he got up and left you to sleep more.

-Little did he know, you heard him and you smiled a little “I love you too Bru”

First Kiss:

-A few days after that exchange, you guys were up on the roof of the Jaunt mansion in the late afternoon, watching the beautiful sunset together.

-You turn to him “Hey Bru?

-He turns to you and nods “hmm”.

-Your heart started beating faster, you took a breath before saying it “is it true”.

-He stopped for a sec before answering “What?”.

-“That you love me”.

-He froze…you heard him.

-You suddenly look away, feeling embarrassed that you even bought it up.

-“It is actually” came the reply.

-You didn’t even have time to stop yourself from saying it “I love you too”.

-your face goes red and you go to scramble up from your spot but instantly pulled back down and a finger hooks itself under your chin.

-Bruno looks into your eyes before slowly the gap capturing your lips in his.

-You two spend the rest of the evening cuddled up

-It’s you Two against the world

[naffeclipse]

Surprise!!! >:D

I come here fashionably late to deliver the comment I owed with interest and all! And oh boy oh boy, get ready because this one might be the longest one yet! At least that’s what it’s looking like in my notes app at the moment kñjfdhgkj (Me: writes my thought not usually longer than a sentence long because each note has a not huge word limit. Also me: nearly reaches the limit and every sentence is basically a paragraph here fkjdhgkjh)

Anyways! Let’s start! :D

Ohhh man, that poor old man. What a scene to come back to! Considering the hunters seemed to have secured the area for the confrontation I can only imagine what must be going through his mind after his last interaction with them all! Meanwhile Sun and Moon are over here just like. “Great. Someone else that thinks we killed them all. :( ” 

But ahhh I just love how it’s a slow scene that builds the tension! Because we know what happened at the end of the last chapter so we experience the restlessness as the clock ticks by. And then, they get free, and things get going.

Oh it was so interesting when they found Vanessa. The fact that she was wearing their jacket! I can’t imagine Glitchtrap would be the one to put it on her after he took the white patched one, so it’s such a sad image thinking about her dragging herself towards the discarded green jacket like it’s the last thing she’ll get to keep of y/n after this D:

Also how they identified her! It makes me wonder how much they can know from a heart. It does get explained later but it immediately got me speculating about different levels of rulebreakers. So I imagine other people who might be considered guilty but not rulebreakers might be those that were in compliance with the harm, or those that were neglectful. It seems to Eclipse both are just as bad as any rulebreaker and deserve the same fate. Thank goodness for their vow!

Also gfkjhgfjh poor Vanessa, fr XD Just got freed from a heart eating demon and she can’t get a full rest before another heart eating demon is roughly shaking her awake. Though gotta give her credit! It’s sad, but also very badass of her that she’s just so done that she won’t show any fear to them. Just that she despises them. Also respect for her for refusing to sell y/n to the new demon. From her perspective she already feels guilty for one demon taking them and she wasn’t gonna make their troubles even worse, even if that might have meant this demon ended her right then. But also I love that that’s what makes them start to reel their anger in a little, because they know that, exactly like her, y/n also thought Eclipse would kill them. They realize all Vanessa sees right now is a demon after its quarry.

And aaaahh, Vanessa noticing the patches! She must have looked at the patch in her own jacket enough times to recognize y/n’s handiwork and all the implications for that. Even so exhausted, she’s very sharp still! But oof the dread in all of them when she admits what happened. Gosh the part where they clutch the hair clip with one blue hand and one red one! Ahhh that had me feeling so many things. It’s a small moment of despair and trying not to grief, snapping themselves to action instead of thinking the worst!

And then they go back to not giving Vanessa a single break sheesh XD Oh man, the dreaded acceptance in her face when they accuse her of not protecting the children. Punching right where it hurts the most. And like, she read the book. She knows what being considered guilty means when encountering a demon that follows the sacred rules. And it’s so sad to think that she might even consider that if they had killed she would have deserved it. Ooough my heart. But then they don’t and she just has to accept that they truly do care about finding y/n, they sound desperate in telling her that the hunter needed her to not give up on them, even if for Vanessa right now giving up might be the only way to find some rest after what she’s been through. And so Vanessa just has to go “this might as well just happen huh”. Not to mention the whiplash fdkjfhdgjkh This demon that just admitted to wanting to kill her suddenly referring to themselves as the cutesy nickname y/n assigned them just like “we’re their sweetie <3” is sure gotta be something from her perspective XD

But at least as they start to calm down and form a sketch of a plan for what to do they do truly start to notice how badly Vanessa had it with how often Glitchtrap used her. Even for someone they deem guilty the act of possession is simply horrific to them. But aaaah I love how they keep reminding themselves that Vanessa is y/n’s friend and they take their hunter as an example. They try to take care of her as they know y/n would aaaaa! 

Oh, Vanessa has the scar too! This definitely makes me think Glitchtrap likes to mark what he thinks it’s his. Seems like a signature since it was also done near a finger in Vanessa’s case. At least for his vessels.

And jfkhdkjhg the amused “What do they see in you?” comment XD Boys please. I guess it would be surprising to them because she’s much more snarky and hardened than y/n haha. But glad that as they really start paying attention to her they are reminded that there is more nuance where they only bothered to see black and white. They know the guilt when they sense it, but it might not always be due to evil or negligence. Sometimes it’s powerlessness. They really are learning, and it’s thanks to their time with y/n that they are forced to dig a little deeper into what they already thought they knew. It’s learning they do on their own right now, but yet another proof of how their heart has influenced them greatly! They get to see Vanessa does care! She always did! If not for the vow, they might actually just have killed her and not learned the truth, and also not gotten the information to save the hunter.

But of course, Vanessa is learning a bit herself! I’m sure that the boys willing to be present during an exorcism, knowing how dangerous it can be for them to trust her with it, just to be there for y/n is really something for her to think about. Not then though, she really needed that nap.

(sidenote: “They will get you back, even if they must rip the demonic cryptid out of you themselves” the foreshadowing though! I read the chapter again to write this comment and I was pointing at everything with a gasp once I realized XD)

Oh gosh then we get the possession POV oof! This demon really likes to multitask. Hunting while torturing y/n with the hunters’ deaths! And aahhh what a way to hurt them. Since their mind is basically his to rummage through it wouldn’t surprise if he chose the word “gift” specifically to drive the knife into the wound. Referring to it like the boys did to the cryptid hearts they consumed thanks to y/n. Maybe a way for Glitchtrap to tell them that any gifts will be now for him alone and that they don’t belong to Eclipse anymore.

And oh! Does this mean it was Vanessa who assigned him his name? Oooo that really goes with the parallels of each of the cryptid hunters and their experience with the prolonged stay of a demon near them! Interesting!

Also interesting that Vanessa investigated on her own! FEI really are idiots for having trapped him and not gotten rid of him. Maybe they really thought they got Bonnie and were insisting the deaths were someone else’s fault, or maybe they just wanted to keep him as a way to experiment on what they could force the demons to do. Either way, they really messed up. 

And aaah the boys console Vanessa! I think it helps that she let them know that the reason she got into this whole deal was precisely because she was trying to prevent more children’s deaths, even against her employer’s wishes. She did quite the opposite of what they believed at first. Everything in her power to do the right thing. And so they truly have the full picture now. They know why y/n loves Vanessa so much.

But oh, things start to pick up then! 

Immediately, the line “your wild hair is untucked” hits so good because it’s a clear reference to how they are missing the pin AAAAA (actually, I love the emphasis you put in the descriptions of their being loose and moving so much. The hair clip logically is such an inconsequential detail in this whole equation, but it means so much actually. It calls attention to the small hope they are clinging to, and also to the wrongness of it all. The very cause that the hunter is missing it in the first place)

Ooooo the “why did you come back”, Glitchtrap knows all of y/n’s insecurities, but also can estimate some of Eclipse’s through their memories. And the worse part is that it works, because even if they don’t show it, it’s a recent still painful moment.

And oh then we get that good juicy demon lore!! I loved reading through all the encounters they’ve had with him through the years! Glitchtrap causes trauma even to other demons kfjdhdkhs And omg the security puppet bit! Ahhhhh!!! That’s seriously one of the moments in the entire fnaf franchise that stayed with me for its impact and I was so excited when I saw you referred to it! If it hasn’t been asked, I’d love to know about how you chose all their true names! Does Glitchtrap have one too? (don’t worry if it has been asked though! I’ll be going through your blog to catch up anyways haha)

And oooh Vanessa coming up with the plan!!! Ruthless but effective. And aaaahh this part gave me so many feelings though! Because this must have meant so much for her! Finally, finally, she gets to save at least one child from Glitchtrap’s claws. After watching every kid die, likely right in front of her, wanting to do everything to save them. She got the chance to save one, and she succeeded. She might feel responsible for all the others, but it was thanks to her this one lived. It would have been so unlikely that Sun or Moon could have snatched the kid without Glitchtrap hurting them or killing them. Just… aaaaah I love that she got this. The relief that it didn’t end the same way as always!

(sidenote: fkdjhgkjgh that’s 2 kids now that will probably be traumatized by y/n’s face without it actually being y/n doing the bad thing oof)

More possession POV! I want to make a note how I love the way you emphasize that it’s him moving y/n’s body. Very much giving the feeling of a puppetmaster! Even if it’s him “wearing” the body I could very clearly imagine his hands physically moving y/n’s head to look back. And oof, the way he was tearing them apart from the inside, making very sure that he would make as much damage as possible if he himself had to die. And once again, y/n would have been willing to sacrifice themselves if it hadn’t been because it would have meant Eclipse’s end also. They better never admit that or they will earn a well deserved shaking by the shoulders, I swear dksgkjñh 

Oh, Glitchtrap just really likes to mock wherever he can. The way he mocked the almost kiss, not only angering the boys but worsening y/n’s guilt at not having noticed the demon and Vanessa just out of their reach. Oh and then! Using y/n to try and get Sun and Moon away! It’s terrifying how a demon can have more control over a human body than the human in question. 

AND THEN! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

The double possession! The kiss!! AAAAAA The way they push Glitchtrap out together! How it was inevitable that he would lose that fight because even if their body rejected both, their mind would reject Glitchtrap specifically! The way that he can’t try to tear them apart like he did moments earlier because Sun and Moon are making sure to cut his contact with them! And aaah it’s so intense and sad how the process is so painful that for a moment y/n thinks they really will die. How in their mind they think of Vanessa and the kid being safe as what is important, but then they realize how they would not die without regrets if they did not apologize to them. The fact that Eclipse is the main reason not to give up, when their self-sacrificial nature made y/n so alright with dying if it meant they could take down the monster AAAAAA

And aaaaa the boys instantly let go as soon as Glitchtrap is out. Not a millisecond more than necessary is spent in the hunter’s body to make sure not to hurt them more. And ok, this is just gonna be some ramblings about the battle because gosh I just loved it so much. I love the fact that the boys declared Glitchtrap would never hurt another innocent. Not just children. Ahh I’m so proud of them! 

And oof ooooooouch the part where they get their chest ripped open. More parallels! Just like they did to Shoh what came naturally to them, so did they receive what another heart eating demon would do. And aaa Vanessa keeps helping! She’s so prepared!! She knew it took her a moment to find the incantation, so she got the book ready to be easy to find!

Aaaugh our boys received so much damage there, but they kept getting up for their heart aaaaa And oh you could feel the fury when Glitchtrap got so close to the hunter’s heart with his claws. He really went for it thinking he had won and the boys said don’t you dare!

(sidenote: hehe they Eclipsed the sun X3)

And whoooo boy they really did start ripping him apart, piece by piece like promised!

And what a finale to the battle! I love, LOVE, how Glitchtrap’s brought his own undoing upon himself. It was his sick fondness for the plushie that caused so many deaths, (and its image of the golden bunny suit that allowed him access to children) that meant there would be a vessel for him to be trapped in. And also his cruelty for wanting Vanessa to live and suffer through the effects, physical and mental, of the constant possession. Thanks to her being alive, they were able to find him and predict him. And through one of the beings he considered “nothing”, he was erased from existence. I find it interesting that he was willing to let Eclipse walk away after he thought enough damage had been dealt with. Not out of any kindness, I’m sure (probably to make them live with failure like the others) but he seemed to feel some kinship in a twisted way, with how he tried to convince them to also hunt innocent hearts and leave the sacred rules. Meanwhile humans are just toys. Too bad for him a toy is the last thing he was before he was exorcized. 

Aaaaa what an amazing battle Naff! Brutal and tense and so so good!

And then the aftermath! The boys tasting their blood to be sure they would be okay! They must have tasted all the pain and fear from the past day. The past hours. And then y/n admitting, now genuinely, how scared they are. Of losing them. And then make not one, but two vows! One to really drive it home how they will not betray their trust again. And aaaaah they finally coming to terms with their love for cryptids! Accepting a part of themselves by accepting them! AAAAAAA

And man, the boys really are amazing. Healing so quickly after such a battle! Once things have calmed down I can definitely see y/n fascinated (and thankful) for this ability to heal so thoroughly after a single meal. 

(sidenote: Y/n seriously about to become a mechanic for their boys haha, that knee needs some fixing XD)

(other sidenote: oh they picked the plushie up! Maybe to destroy it? hmmm)

The reunion with Vanessa was so sweet! And it was so funny that Sun was so offended that she didn’t immediately assumed they won XD And aaa she gets a hug! And a good cry too! She really needed that. And oh yeah, she will likely never eat a piece of candy again. Might as well be demonic goo in her eyes.

But ha! The “only you”. Called out! Wheeze!

And oh when y/n is thinking about telling her all they’ve been through my first thought was “Oh Vanessa gets to hear Cryptid Sightings from the start! Lucky her!” XD

And my last thought for this chapter was that if y/n is worried about making a good impression with the demon in laws they really shouldn’t be haha! I’m sure banishing The Enemy they’ve been hunting for millenia will absolutely get them in the good graces of the others effortlessly kfgdjhgj

Oh and! Now that Glitchtrap is gone, while the night terrors won’t disappear, I’m very glad there is some closure for them now. The demon is no longer out there. And when they wake up, they can breathe easy knowing that now, it really is only a nightmare. He has no power anymore.

Okay, for the epilogue!

Yay! Vanessa gets to go to a hospital! Too bad demonic possession is not really in their treatment list dkjhfkjdgh But I’m glad she’s not as bad off as we feared! And oh I’m curious about something she said! Human food tastes like ash to demons, but she said Glitchtrap was obsessed with sugar. Does that mean then that demons can taste things if they are possessing a human? hmmm interesting! (but morbid kjdgh)

(sidenote: “you can’t lingered on what would have happened if you had succumbed to the vampire bite”, well the hunter can’t but WE sure can XP)

Ahhh that’s a long stay at the hospital, but it’s nice how they establish some calm and get to figuring things out. And the fact that Vanessa’s tears are clear when they leave! Finally she is physically free from him!! Aaaaaaa

And it’s so sweet how the boy’s care extends to Vanessa now. How they keep patting her head and there’s a certain camaraderie forming. The way they tried to deal with her nightmares too how they did with y/n! It’s sweet, but a bit sad that they couldn’t help. But Vanessa did say Glitchtrap watched her sleep to make sure she wouldn’t escape. Waking to a demon isn’t what she needed. She needs time. To heal from the freshest wounds at least. Her saying that he’s still here says it all. His effects will always linger and her knowing what happened with Henry… well, it’s no wonder she still fears Eclipse could betray them. Thankfully, they’re all together though. They’ll figure it out. 

And aaaaa that final dance was everything! I cackled at the “missing what’s right in front of you” part, because I feel like they were not even including the cryptid part of the equation just the being obvious about their feelings and y/n logic-ing themselves away from noticing fjdhñkjgh

AAAA the getting out of their vessel in front of them though! When before they were so unsure about it! The fact that it’s y/n pulling them out, feeling safe, and wanting to see them! And omg them sharing their name! Something that feels so important to them, because only their loved ones know it, and it feels like they truly are giving them their being. A part of themselves that’s so personal. In a way, they are giving them what is closest to being their heart. What is theirs and only theirs. And the way they yearn for them to repeat it aaaaa! They finally get their heart knowing them as they crave. And there’s so much more for them to get to know too!

AND AAAAA THE KISS!!! Naff you describe kisses so well! So sweet, and intimate, and full of so many emotions, and it’s the hunter’s pov but you can just tell how much it affects the boys too, like it’s something they tried to imagine but didn’t know how much better it would be than that until now. Just the absolute trust in them, and sharing all those feelings and AAAAAAAA-

(sidenote: “They sink into your touch as if you felled them in one swoop” oh this line encapsulates so many thoughts I’ve had about love in general. The one person that could hurt Eclipse the most in the world right now is y/n. But they know they won’t. They know the person they can lower all defenses around and trust with their life is their little hunter, who would access their most vulnerable parts not to hurt but to cherish. To show them kindness and care and so they are happy to give themselves to their heart. To let them know how much they are able to affect them)

And that’s it! 

Naff, from the bottom of my heart, thank you for this fic! Filled with wonder and tension and so many cool creatures! The relationships all so easy to get invested in! All the themes about love, and the internal struggles, and growing together, and fighting to right the wrongs that were done towards those you love, and what means to be brave and trying to do the right thing! What an amazing adventure! Not to mention how much I love your writing because honestly, it’s just so good! You know how much I love it hehe <3 This is the first fic I’ve followed from early on all the way to end too! And what a fantastic one at that! Thank you for all the time and care you have put into this story! I cannot wait to read whatever you have planned for the future!

So to end this, once again! Thank you so much for this fic, Naff! You really are amazing! <3

Ah, Chaotik! I have been rereading this over and over the past few days and I love how detailed your thoughts are and I adore how you connect the crumbs I laid out! I'm almost so happy that you enjoyed it! You are amazing. I have enjoyed your every comment/thought and appreciate you so much ♥

To answer one question: Does that mean then that demons can taste things if they are possessing a human? hmmm interesting! (but morbid kjdgh)

Yes! Demons can taste regular food while possessing a human vessel, and some even get crazy about it, like Glitchtrap obsessing over sugar. When not possessing vessels, human food is gross/tasteless to them!

Thank you, Chaotik! I treasure each and every word you leave on my fics! ♥

[lonelypond]

Learning The Ropes

NicoMaki, Love Live, 2.2K, 1/1

As promised, the Tumblr native version.

Summary: Nico and Maki are sharing a house now, as Nico heals and gets to know Ruby and Dia. But soon, Nico will have to confront the gang that nearly killed her.

Learning The Ropes

Sleeping Maki felt the intensity. She was now used to Dia waking her up by standing in the doorway of her bedroom and staring.

“Good morning, Dia.”

“Good morning, Mama.” Dia could now come to the bed for a brief hug, according to the Dia rules. “Ruby’s cooking.”

Maki was out of the bed and racing for the kitchen. Ruby had no business being by the stove. Cereal was a fine breakfast. But as Maki was about to roar into the kitchen, she saw her patient, tiny, but not as tiny as Ruby, wrapped in Maki’s worn flannel robe and standing next to the stove, one hand on Ruby’s shoulder.

“Nico?”

“Oh, morning, Doctor Maki. I was just showing Ruby here how easy it is to make an apple pie.” Nico raised an eyebrow, “she says you don’t like sweets.”

“No. The girls aren’t allowed candy.” Maki answered automatically. “Where did you get the apples?”

“Your cousin managed to find some Rome beauties, they’re best for baking, and dropped off a half bushel. Nico’s making a pie for dinner tonight. Ruby cut the butter and rolled out the pie dough.”

As far as Maki knew, there was nothing in her pantry you could make pie dough out of. She had the ingredients for tonight’s pot roast and the makings of lunch ham sandwiches, but that was all.

“I sent Rin off with a grocery list.”

“We’re fine.”

“Nico wants to put up some preserves so the girls can have fruit with their winter breakfasts.”

Maki rolled her eyes, “I can buy that.”

“Nico’s recipe is the best.”

“Nico’s going to show me how to do it, Mama, so I can cook for you and Dia.” Ruby sounded more determined than shy.

Nico must be feeling better. But Maki was not going to turn her adopted daughters into child kitchen labor.

“That isn’t necessary, Ruby. I can cook what we need. Or buy it at the general store. Or one of the restaurants in town. Is anything on the stove?” Maki asked, her patience thinning.

“No.”

“Dia, take Ruby to wash up." Maki pushed Dia gently toward her sister, "Nico, I want to look at the wound.”

“Nico is healing fast, Doc.”

Maki pointed to the closest chair, “Sit down, Nico, and I will judge how you’re doing.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Nico saluted with a spoon, eyes bright, smile brighter. Maki refused to be charmed.

Maki would certainly not be mentioning this, but the apple and cinnamon smells seasoning the kitchen air, hit delicious high notes that made Maki think apple pie would be an excellent, always breakfast.

###

Maki was nervous. Too many people would be in the house tonight. Ruby was fidgety. When Maki got restless, it seemed to impact Ruby. Maki cut another pound of potatoes into quarters, then laid them in the bottom of the roaster. Carefully settling the browned, seasoned meat on top of that, Maki put the roast in the oven. The girls would have some rewarmed chili when they were ready for their supper. It would be an early night for them. Maki didn’t want them to overhear the conversations so she was letting them tire themselves out by playing outside. Nico was napping.

Maki heard the door.

“Mama?” Dia’s voice, but with no worried notes to concern Maki.

“Be right there.” Maki closed the oven door and washed her hands.

“Ruby’s tired of playing.”

“Okay. Come inside. I'm done here."

“Can we sing?” Dia asked, green eyes wide and hopeful.

Sunday afternoon with their songbook was a family tradition. This was just a regular day for the girls, no matter what having a dinner with law enforcement to discuss the bandit who had ended up in Maki’s spare room was doing to the doctor’s nerves.

“Sure.” Maki sat, poised, at the upright, flexing her fingers, playing a few scales to warm up, while Dia decided which songbook to pick.

“Nico’s a cowboy?” Dia asked.

Any word was better than bandit. “Cowgirl. Maybe cowpoke.”

“Cowpoke.” Ruby giggled.

"This one." Dia handed Maki Jack Thorp’s Songs Of The Cowboys, open to the first song, “Ti Ri Youdy.”

That was a fun one, the girls singing the chorus after each verse.

“Let’s practice the chorus. Remember, it’s Singin' Ti Ri Youdy I ea ea ea, singing Ti Ri Youdy I ea.”

All three voices: “Singin' Ti Ri Youdy I ea ea ea, singing Ti Ri Youdy I ea.”

Then Maki started the verse, “Well boys you see I’m back, on my old red roan And I find there’s no place, like this old ranch home…”

After getting through most of the song, Maki skipped a couple of verses, finishing up with “Well I’ll bid you adios for I got to mosey long And I hope you all enjoyed an old Cowpuncher song.”

A new voice joined the family chorus, lively and bright, “Singin' Ti Ri Youdy I ea ea ea, singing Ti Ri Youdy I ea.”

Maki paused, turning to where Nico was leaning in the doorframe, watching the scene.

“You’re a CowPUNCHER.” Ruby declared, pointing at Nico.

“Nope. Nico never started a fight with anything four legged. Nico had a chuck wagon. Cowpunchers would line up for her famous Range Riders Stew.”

Dia was sitting next to Maki, “Can we have that?”

“Well, we have the apples. Just need beef and the regular stew stuff.” Nico counted ingredients off on her fingers.

“Mama?”

“Give me a list; I’ll pick it up in the morning.”

Nico came over to the piano, leaning over Maki, brushing her shoulder as she flipped through the songbook, “What else is in here? Nico knows a bunch of songs. We should make camp some night and sing them around the campfire. Nico wants to see the Falls before she leaves. We’ll have campfire chili and johnny cakes and roasted potatoes. ”

“Put it on the list.” Maki said.

“And pudding.” Dia added.

“Nico can do pudding.”

Ruby’s eyes were so big Maki feared she’d never be satisfied with Maki’s simple cooking now.

Nico bumped into Maki’s back as she turned another page, humming, smelling like peppermint somehow, a refreshing and cool calm. Maki focused on that, not overheating from everyone crowding around the piano. No one mentioned that Nico said she was leaving.

###

Sheriff Umi Sonoda pushed back from the table. “Kotori will chide me for eating so much. I didn’t know you could cook so well, Maki. Nozomi gave me the impression the girls only got hot meals when you brought them home from a restaurant.”

Maki huffed. Nico grinned. Maki cringed, waiting for some comment about how the girls were so eager for “Nico’s number one cooking” or something like that.

“Dia and Ruby love their Mama’s cooking.” Nico took another bite of roast, “And it’s healing Nico up darn fast.”

“Good to hear. You’ll need your strength.”

“Shall we move this to the parlor?” Maki asked. “I have some brandy a patient sent me.”

Nico helped Maki put the dishes in the sink, but with the housekeeper coming tomorrow, they were just left there. Maki pulled four cut crystal snifters from the hutch.

With everyone settled in chairs, Maki poured. “How is Kotori?”

“Doing well. She has a wedding dress to make for a client in San Francisco. And her mother is coming for a visit next month.”

“I am sorry she couldn’t join us.”

Umi shook her head at Maki, “It is best to just keep the discussion among those of us most involved.”

Rin nodded. “Hanayo doesn’t need to know details.”

Nico sipped at the brandy, then put the glass down.

“Nico knows too many.”

“So, Nico, how did you go from chuckwagon to robbing wagons.” Umi needed reassurance that Nico could be trusted.

Nico’s eyes darkened. “Someone heard I inherited my father’s rifle and found out about Nico being the best shot in camp.”

“Your father’s rifle?”

“His Sharp’s rifle and his sniper’s eye. Tsubasa found out and made Nico her lookout.” Nico fist was clenched, her knuckles white, remembering the threats to her family “Tsubasa makes it so no one says no.” Nico glanced at Maki, “Nico never killed anyone. Tell them, Rin.”

“No, Nico never killed anyone. Nico’s not a killer.”

“What did your father do?”

“Soldier, then miner. He died in a mine collapse.”

Awkward silence.

“So tell us about this meeting you attended.” Umi got everyone back on topic.

“Nico was the lookout. Big plans to head back to Colorado for a meetup at the end of the month, then back into the mountains to derail a train. Tsubasa had information that one of the big banks was sending gold west.”

Umi unrolled a map. “Where’s the meetup?”

Nico pointed.

Rin examined the map. “Where are they hitting the train?”

Nico moved her finger.

“It’s our best chance to catch the whole gang.”

“We need to get…” Umi stopped, awkward.

Rin sounded worried. “If she leaves before they all head out for the heist, they’ll know. And call it off."

“They plan to ride fast. There’s not much on this trail.” Nico shuffled her finger. “But there is a bridge we could block to set up an ambush.”

Rin sighed, “I don’t know if we can get any other marshals there in time.”

“Maybe someone could follow them from…”

Umi shook her head, “We can’t afford any leaks of information. Her life is at stake.”

Who was “her?” Maki wondered as she sat still, gathering as much information as she could.

“There’s the three of us.”

“You don’t have to come, Nico.” Umi said seriously, “It’s not your job.”

“She saved my life. Rin did too. I owe them.” A quick look to Maki, “And Nico wants to prove Nico’s one of the good guys.”

Why did that involve Nico putting her life in danger again, making herself the target of more bullets, Maki’s thoughts grumbled. Wasted effort saving someone who was just going to leave for more trouble.

“Oh, I brought your Dad’s rifle along.” Rin ran out of the room, Maki heard the door, then Rin was back, handing Nico a wrapped rifle. “You can get in some practice.”

“Thanks, pal.” Nico did a quick visual, handling the gun easily. “You took good care of it.”

Maki had a sudden flash of Nico lining up a shot, kneeling behind a rock, bullets chipping off small stones, getting closer and closer.

“You can’t have that in the house.” Maki snapped.

“All right. Lock it in your gun safe.”

“No.” Maki prickled, suddenly tired of everyone, now that they were all staring at her.

“Nico will keep it in the stable then, somewhere no one can find it.”

“The girls get everywhere. They’re at that age.”

“Nico knows what age they’re at. Nico has siblings…”

“And are they going to be glad when they hear you’re dead in a railway robbery shootout?” Maki spun and stomped out of the room, knowing her next sentence, whatever it was, would be shouted.

Nico winced, sitting and holding the gun across her lap.

“Perhaps it is time to say good night.” Umi said.

“Yeah, I’ll stop by and fill Nico in on the details when we figure 'em out.” Rin yawned, eager to get back to the ranch.

“When do we have to leave?” Nico asked quietly, staring after Maki with a thoughtful expression.

“With those dates and distances….a week.” Umi decided, “Will you be ready to ride?”

“Yeah, Maki really is a good doctor. And Nico heals fast.”

“All right. Stay low. Rin will be in touch.” Umi picked up her hat.

“We got this.” Rin chirped as she bounced after Umi.

“We got this…” Nico echoed, adding a pained note.

###

“Lotta stars tonight.” Nico said, as she walked to where Maki was leaning against a fence, staring up, infinite gems sparkling on sable stretching to the heavens.

“That’s why I love it here.” Maki blew out a puff of air, stretching out her arms. “Space and space.”

Nico carefully propped the Sharps within Maki’s reach, “Do whatever you want with it. I just need it a week from now.” Nico stepped up on the rails, seating herself on the top of the fence. “Nico would never endanger your daughters.”

“I know.”

“It’s why Nico has to leave.”

Maki turned to stare at Nico, not hiding her surprise.

“Everyone has seen the poster. Here. Nico’s hometown. All across the Plains. Nico Yazawa, bandit. Now if Nico…” Nico stared up, humming a tune Maki almost recognized, “comes back the hero who caught the A-Rise gang, Nico has a new story.”

“You can get a new start without getting shot at. People reinvent themselves every day out here.” Maki kicked her toe into the dirt, “It was a lousy picture anyway.”

“Thanks for that." Nico laughed. "Maybe you can take a photograph so Nico can have a better one for fans.”

“Maybe.”

Silence and wind and bats and night in all its fluttery brushes of life. Across the sky, a meteor streaked.

“Make a wish?”

“Nope.”

“You’re a stubborn one. Should Nico make a wish?”

“Stop being silly. Make a plan. And make it a damn good one.” Maki grabbed the rifle, stomping back to the house.

Nico laughed, startling an owl flying overhead. She would miss learning new things about the pretty, prickly doctor more than she wanted to admit.

A/N: A/N: Another Yeehawgust prompt as our Wild West tale continues

[wilddwcrds]

Full Name: Angel O'Connor

Age & Birthday: 27 years old, August 27th

Species: Werewolf

Time at Base: 5 months

Role on Base: Supply Depot/Messenger/Watcher/Seeker

Core Personality Traits: Curious, Impulsive, Mischievous, Stubborn, Outgoing, Adventurous, Restless, Astute

IDENTITY & CHARACTER

Physical Description & Distinguishing Features: Angel is 5ft5 with a lean and somewhat athletic build. She has long, blonde hair which is usually a little messy. She has a rounded face with high cheekbones. Her skin is fair with a light tan and a faint dusting of freckles across her nose.

Impact of War on Personality: The war has impacted Angel in subtle ways, such as her stubbornness becoming pure grit and spite to survive and her restlessness becoming determination. She isn't as playful or as impulsive as she usually would be but these aspects of her show up with her resourcefulness or opportunistic ways.

What Drives Them Now?: Angel can't think of anything else apart from finding Tyler. As twins, she feels as if she's missing a limb. She tries to be a team player where it counts, but her efforts often lack as much focus as anything to do with finding her brother.

Moral Compass & Boundaries: Angel has never liked needless violence, due to being raised around it. But, since the war, she's had to be more willing to let her personal morals slide. She knows that survival matters more than her ideals, but where possible she'll try and avoid conflict.

How have they adapted to the new world order?: Prior to the war, Angel mainly worked as a bartender but her entire family was involved in crime in one way or another. She's learned many lessons about resourcefulness and street smarts over the years which have served her well.

Skills/Abilities: Angel’s skills aren’t conventional because she grew up in a family that was mostly criminal and a little rough. She’s good at reading people and she has a knack for using whatever’s on hand as a weapon if she has to. She’s skilled at picking locks, moving quietly, and slipping into places she shouldn’t be which now help her navigate through abandoned buildings and scavenge for supplies. She also knows how to handle a gun, though she’s more familiar with handguns and shotguns than anything tactical. Growing up around people who didn’t play by the rules has made her quick to adapt and willing to cross lines if it means staying alive.

Survival Instincts/Experiences: Angel relies on being fast, difficult to detect and resourceful. She adapts to situations and often avoids confrontation and conflict unless it's really needed. She also knows her main tactic for surviving is sticking close to her brother Ryan, and just doing what he says.

DYNAMICS

Who were they with before ending up at the base?: Ryan, Tyler and Angel were in Newport for a few months prior to the attack, but they were separated. Angel and Ryan were taken to the base, and Tyler elsewhere.

Who are they looking for now?: Angel is focused on finding Tyler, but she's also willing to help others where possible.

Significant Relationships:

Ines: Angel considers her a friend, they knew each other in Newport and now Angel wants to help her find Santiago and Ignacio.

Adrian: Doesn't take any notice of his careless demeanor and can tell things are bothering him more than he lets on. Has a lot of time for him but is often quipping and she refuses to play into his troublesomeness.

Chrissy: Doesn't get along too well with Chrissy, they butt heads frequently.

Charlie: Reminds Angel of her mother in some ways so gravitates to her.

Ryan: A close dynamic and the main person she trusts.

Involvement in Base Politics/Power Struggles: Angel is staying out of the politics even if she has a few opinions. If she respects the authority, she'll listen to it, if she doesn't then she won't. She's fairly independent in some ways, knowing what needs to be done without being told.

How Do They Contribute to the Community?: Angel is often outgoing, and she definitely likes to liven spirits or at least make the atmosphere feel a little lighter than it is. She contributes wherever possible, staying busy but ultimately wanting to be on the road to find Tyler.

Thoughts on Other Survivors: Angel doesn't trust many others beside her brother, and she stays clear of vampires but other than that she often is befriending people around the same age as her or younger.

[joyreadstories]

Chapter 1 The Man Who Violated Me

Harrison Lloyd asked, his voice cold and accusatory, "Samantha, who told you to slander Hannah?"

Hayden Lloyd sneered with disgust. "You lowly thing! You couldn't even control yourself and slept with someone else, yet you still blame Hannah?"

Hudson Lloyd's tone was mocking and cruel. "You like being with men, huh? Then go ahead. Do it until you die."

Henry Lloyd chuckled darkly, adding, "I'm giving her to you guys. Do whatever you want."

Hunter Lloyd grinned maliciously, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "Let me cut her Achilles tendon to spice things up for you."

...

On the plane, Samantha Morton's breath hitched, and she suddenly opened her eyes.

Everything that happened four years ago was like a brand burned into her memory.

Her brother, her parents, and that fake girl, Hannah Lloyd, who took her place!

Back then, just after her grandma passed away, people from the Lloyd family came to her, saying she was the daughter they had mistakenly swapped at birth, and they had come to take her back. She thought that coming back home would bring her great happiness.

But she hadn’t expected that her five brothers only saw Hannah as their sister. Along with their parents, they always blamed Samantha for not accepting Hannah.

She endured it once and once again, trying her hardest to please them, but she never imagined that Hannah would frame her, causing her to be ruined by a stranger.When she learned the truth and returned to confront the Lloyds and Hannah, they...

Remembering what they had done to her, Samantha's eyes grew cold as she closed them again.

Half an hour later, at Fleetwood Airport.

Samantha, dressed in casual clothes, wearing a baseball cap, and with black sunglasses covering most of her face, pushed her suitcase as she walked out from the arrivals gate.

Even though her face was obscured, the aura she exuded made people turn their heads to look at her.

In the scorching heat of July and August, the constant buzzing of cicadas made people restless. Samantha, enduring the blazing sun, finally reached her place.

Just as she passed through the greenery, a strong smell of blood hit her nose. She became instantly alert, quickly stepping back, and in the next second, someone lunged at her.

"Help me."

It was a man covered in blood, looking gravely injured.

When Samantha saw the bloodstains dirtying her white pants, her expression darkened, and she frowned slightly, her voice icy, "Get lost!

"I... I'll give you money." The man's voice was hoarse and weak as he struggled to speak again.

"I don't need it."

Samantha refused once more and stepped around him to leave. But just as she passed by him, out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a sandalwood bracelet on his wrist.

Her footsteps halted, her eyes narrowing slightly.

That's the only keepsake grandma left me. How could it be on this man's wrist? Could it be...

Suddenly realizing something, Samantha's pupils contracted sharply, and she looked at the man again!

Is it him? The man who violated me that night?

Samantha steadied herself, half-squatting as she spoke in a cool voice, "Money doesn't interest me, but I am interested in your bracelet. Will you give it to me?"

Upon hearing this, the man's hand, the one wearing the bracelet, suddenly tightened. He remained silent.

"If not, that's fine."

She figured she could just take it once he was dead anyway.

Unbothered, Samantha gave the man a slight kick and was about to leave.

The man winced in pain, gritting his teeth before saying, "Take it."

Satisfied, Samantha curled her lips into a small smile. "Deal."

With that, she bent down to help him up, propping him against a nearby tree, and then began to clean his wounds.

After about ten minutes, once the wounds were cleaned, Samantha finally got a clear look at the man's face. Though he looked extremely pale and weak, his commanding presence was unmistakable, a natural aura of authority.

As she stared at his face, doubt stirred in her mind. Didn't Hannah say the man from that night was a beggar she picked up off the street?

While she was still puzzled, she suddenly heard the sound of hurried footsteps approaching. Her eyes flickered, and she quickly took the bracelet from the unconscious man, raising it slightly toward him as she said, "Fair trade."

Without another word, she grabbed her suitcase and walked off swiftly. She had just left when a group of a dozen men in black suits arrived at the spot. Seeing the unconscious man on the ground, they exclaimed, "Mr. Maxwell!"

Chapter 2 Do You Think You Deserve That?

After arriving at her place, the more Samantha dwelled on it, the more something felt amiss. She quickly typed out a message. "Asher, look into the guest list from four years ago at the Laurier Hotel."

Moments later, a simple "OK" sticker appeared in reply. Gripping her phone, Samantha's mind wandered, replaying everything in her head.

Just then, the familiar ringtone of a WhatsApp video call interrupted her thoughts. Spotting the cute cartoon avatar on the screen, the icy tension in Samantha's demeanor dissolved. Smiling, she answered, "My sweetheart!"

Three familiar faces immediately filled the screen, each one practically tripping over the other to speak first.

"Mommy, is that your new home? I love it!"

"Mommy, we have a surprise for you!"

Hearing her children's sweet, excited voices, Samantha's expression softened as she gently reassured them, "This will be your new home too. I can't wait to see your surprise."

Years ago, after being rescued, Samantha had fallen into a four-month coma. When she finally woke, the doctors had told her she was pregnant with triplets. They warned that her body was in poor condition and terminating the pregnancy could mean she'd never have children again.

She chose to keep them. Her eldest and second were boys, Oliver Morton and Logan Morton, both eerily resembling the man she had encountered earlier, while her youngest was a girl, Lily Morton.

The thought of running into their biological father right after returning stirred a mix of emotions in her. After chatting with the kids for a while longer, she ended the call, forgetting about the surprise they had mentioned.

As soon as she hung up, her phone buzzed again with a WhatsApp notification. She opened it and found an auction invitation, followed by a message. "Sammy, you have to come tomorrow! There's something you'll want!"

Samantha didn't reply. Instead, she scrolled through the guest list attached to the invitation, lazily glancing over the names. But when she saw the Lloyd family listed, a soft, bitter laugh escaped her lips.

The next day, Samantha arrived at the auction's entrance, draped in a sleek black strapless gown. Her natural beauty, coupled with the cold elegance she exuded, made heads turn as people tried to guess who she was.

Uncomfortable under the scrutiny, Samantha quickly pulled up the invitation on her phone and handed it to the usher for verification, eager to slip inside without further attention.

"Samantha?"

Just then, a surprised voice sounded from behind her, and the next second, someone grabbed Samantha's arm. It was Hannah's face that came into view.

Hannah's expression was filled with excitement, her grip tightening on Samantha's arm as she turned back and shouted, "Harrison, Henry, Hunter! It's really Samantha!"

Samantha looked up and saw the three men standing across from her. They were Harrison, the eldest of the Lloyd family, Henry, the fourth, and Hunter, the fifth.

"Samantha! It's so good that you're okay. Where have you been all these years? We've all missed you."

Samantha scoffed coldly, impatiently shaking off Hannah's hand as she mocked, "What's wrong? Are you disappointed to see me alive?"

Hannah's expression instantly turned awkward, and she shook her head frantically, her voice choking with emotion. "Samantha, no! Are you still mad at me? I'll… I'll pack up and leave right away.

"Hannah! What nonsense are you saying?" The moment she started crying, the three brothers couldn't stand by any longer. Hunter immediately stepped in front of her, glaring fiercely at Samantha. "You've just come back, and already you're bullying Hannah?"

Henry looked at Samantha as though she were an enemy. "You should have stayed dead. Why come back at all? What a curse! And how dare you bully Hannah? Didn't you get enough of a beating before?"

Harrison's gaze darkened as he pulled the sobbing Hannah into his arms, his sharp eyes locking onto Samantha. "Apologize, Samantha."

"Ha!" Samantha sneered, watching them protect Hannah like she was a precious jewel. "Apologize? Do you think you deserve that?"

[brizadeiro-doce]

🍷 — Arlecchino x Reader

♧ Gender less/Gender neutral Reader

DISCLAIMER:

— This is only the first chapter. If it gets positive feedback, I will make more chapters.

— English js not my first language, so this was originally written in Portuguese. Please contact me if you find any translation issues.

— If you liked, pls rb 🔥🔥

You lived in a city in Teyvat, living a peaceful and ordinary life, however, for some time now you kept seeing a strange woman wherever you went. And if you stop and think about it, the first time she appeared in front of you she was distant, with an expression as cold as ice. She stood out from the crowd and that made you notice her. "I've never seen her here before, did she come for work?" You couldn't deny that she was quite beautiful, of course.

First, it all started with your distant admiration, that tall woman with snow-white hair, so serious and sober-looking. Something about her was so magnetic to you. Well, as the days went by — when you passed by her — she began to return your gazes. As if she had finally acknowledged your existence before hers. This sudden exchange of glances made you feel ashamed, "How awkward..", you blamed yourself thinking that you might have made the girl feel uncomfortable. When you finally passed by her, she would open a small smile after you got frustrated in front of her.

One morning, you bought some fruit from a merchant who was already used to seeing you there. It was a fair where colorful tents held tables full of various products, and very cunning merchants with extravagant prices would be waiting behind them. You prepared to pay for the fruit, putting your hand on a bag of morax that you carried with you, until you felt a hand on your shoulder — something that made you goosebumps.

— Don't worry, I'll pay for it — a gentle and clamorous female voice came from behind you. Turning slowly you confront the stranger, looking into her eyes you soon realize that it was the mysterious woman.

The merchant seemed as surprised as you were, facing the presence of the illustrious lady dressed as someone of high rank, at a fair of peasants. He looked at you in shock, who was still calculating how to respond.

— Miss! I appreciate your hospitality, but... — You tried to articulate the words, but they all sounded wrong and your voice was shaky. The woman finally gave a small smile.

— Please accept my gift — She says, still with her hand on his shoulder — I won't charge you for this later, don't worry.

At this point, it would be rude to refuse something from such a refined woman. You accept the gift and she finally pays for the fruit, smiling, as if this brings her a sense of satisfaction. After paying, you thank her — somewhat awkwardly, of course — and then prepare to leave. She waves to you, and soon disappears into the crowd. After this event, she began to appear more and more often. Yes... that's where it all began.

Another morning you were feeding the ducks in a lake that bordered the city, throwing bread crumbs into the water while the white-feathered birds rushed to eat them, quacking and sometimes fighting among themselves. You were alone, feeling calm and laughing at the ducks' reaction as they both crashed into each other in the water while fighting over bread crumbs. When suddenly, you felt a strange sensation... Wait, are you being watched?!

All this restlessness, could it be thieves? People with bad intentions? Or... even hillichurls!? Damn it, you turn around very carefully, preparing yourself, but... Hey, it's just that woman again. This makes you lower your guard and smile, waving at her. The woman responds with a small smile, and approaches you.

— Good morning... what are you doing here alone? — The fennec-looking woman stands beside him, watching the movement of the lake.

— Feeding the ducks! I do that sometimes.. — You say in an embarrassed way, isn't she too close?? — By the way, thank you again for that day...

— It was nothing, I swear! In fact, I found you to be quite interesting... My name is Arlecchino, I'm well known in the city, but I assure you that my reputation is good — She smiles broadly and extends her hand to you, when you shake it you can notice that she has a firm grip, as if she would never let go. She turns your hand gently and kisses it, before finally letting go. — You live in that city, right? I always see you there.

— I'm (Name). I've lived here since I was little. But, Miss Arlecchino, you're not from here, right? I can tell you have a foreign aura.

— Oh, yes, I am a foreigner. — you pause — I come here for business, my job is complicated, you know? Anyway, do you like living here?

— Well, I never leave here, haha.. — you laugh awkwardly — ..then I suppose so. — I can't imagine a life being stuck in one place all the time, don't you have any desire to see what's beyond these walls?

— But I know what's beyond the walls — you throw more crumbs into the lake — There's this lake, and the forest, but I'm not attracted to those dense woods. I can hear the wolves howling from here.

— There are very interesting places, you know? I remember going to Fontaine, it's a fascinating city.

— Really? Haha, you could take me there any day then.. — You throw your last handful of crumbs to the ducks. Meanwhile Arlecchino remains silent.

— And would you really go? If I invited you, would you come with me? — Arlecchino said raising her tone in her last question. As if your words had awakened something in her.

— Well, I have a job at the tavern... speaking of which, I don't have tomorrow off, but I think it would be interesting — you say with an embarrassed smile.

— Quit.

— What? Excuse me?

— Quit, your job. You can spend a week with me in the city and I'll pay for everything, I swear everything will go well. There you can find a better job, don't worry.

— Miss Arlecchino...that would be wonderful, but I don't think it will be necessary — you say with an uncomfortable expression — Besides, I'm fine here.

— I...I'll come visit you at the tavern tomorrow. But please think about it, life is too short to refuse an offer like that, and besides, I'm going to give you a long deadline, okay? Good afternoon. — She turns to leave, until you take her hand.

— No! Wait... I swear I'll think about it, it's just...it's something very difficult to answer right away. I promise I'll think about it better, thank you, Miss Arlechinno.

The woman smiles, with a sweet smile she lets go of your hand and strokes your head.

— No problem, just don't overwhelm yourself too much, okay?

After that she disappeared. You were alone again, like before, but now you felt an emptiness left by the absence of the presence of that woman who wasn't there before. Oh, my, now you found yourself with a dilemma that needed to be resolved, were you really attached to that little town? Gosh, but it had never crossed your mind to leave there, and now you had been put against the wall by that woman. Oh, that woman. Arlechinno... what a name. You repeated it in your mind as if you were savoring the word. Ar-le-cchi-no.

Sitting down on the grass, you looked at the horizon, seeing that not even the ducks were in the same place as before. Everyone moves, except you. You stay where you are. And that... and that starts to bother you. In fact, she touched a wound that you hadn't even realized was open. Lying down, you look at the sky, blue like... like the sea? A sea that you've never seen. Yeah, I think the time has really come.

The next night, you found yourself cleaning the bar of the tavern. Always looking at the door, every time you heard the bell that was connected to the door, you looked quickly, your body trembling, always expecting that woman to come through that door. Little by little, this was embarrassing you, she probably hadn't even remembered it... and you went back to your daily chores. Those drunks disgusted you, always taking their time to pay for what they drank and sometimes even wanting to flirt with you. Anyway, it was a job that could support the simple lifestyle you had.

You felt a little sad that particular night, why didn't Arlecchino come to see you? She promised, right? It's a little confusing, the tightness in your heart that that woman can cause in you. Your eyes tear up a little, how embarrassing. The drunks sing along with the bard in the background. Suddenly the door opens with force. It was her. It was her!! She came. Came to see you.

— (Name)!! Shit, this city had more taverns than I thought. — She says walking, getting close to you, she sits on a bench in front of the bar — Forgive me, (Name), but... Did you even think about what I told you yesterday?

Your face was slightly red. The woman had indeed remembered you and that provoked in you a feeling that, well, was difficult to name. Whatever, you had indeed thought about the answer and, placing a glass on the bar, you say:

— Yes, I did think about it.

— So? — She said looking you in the eyes, as if her happiness depended on your answer

You took a breath to be able to answer, looking around you saw the drunks partying. How annoying.

— I accept.

You expected to see Arlecchino's face light up, but she only gave a satisfied smile.

— Well, when will we leave? I still have to talk to my boss before I resign — You said a little more shyly.

— Tomorrow morning. I've already sorted everything out, you don't have to worry.

Tomorrow morning? The decision seemed so abrupt, but at the same time, something inside you was excited by the idea. The unexpected, the adventure, the unknown. However, it was all wrapped up in a feeling of fear. Leaving everything behind, your routine, your job, your home... It was a choice you never imagined you would have to make so soon.

— Tomorrow... I understand. — You answer, feeling the weight of those words on your tongue.

Arlecchino leans a little closer to you, his eyes shining like ice in the tavern's candlelight.

— Don’t worry about the details, (Name). I’ll take care of everything. — Her voice was low, almost a whisper. — We’ll meet at dawn, outside the city. I’ve already got the carriage ready.

You nodded, your heart beating faster at the thought of leaving, of finally exploring the world beyond the walls of that city. Still, there was something mysterious about Arlecchino that you couldn’t quite figure out, like a puzzle with missing pieces. But maybe that was exactly what drew you here—the curiosity, the unknown.

When the night finally ended, and the tavern began to empty, you retired, locked everything up as Mr. Diluc had taught you, and finally went to the little house you were renting. You went to your small room upstairs and fell into bed. Your thoughts were confused. Why was she so interested in you, someone so ordinary compared to her?

With these thoughts dominating your mind, you finally fell asleep, the image of the snow-white-haired woman haunting your dreams, as dawn approached, bringing with it the beginning of a new and uncertain journey. You were afraid.

The next morning, you woke up before the sun rise. Your body seemed to act on its own, as if it knew that this was a different morning, the beginning of something that would change your life. You dressed quickly, taking only the essentials, but the essentials of the few that you retained, and went down to the door of the house, still closed at that hour. The air was cold and damp, a light fog hung over the city. As you walked through the almost deserted streets, with the guards at their posts and the cats on the rooftops as the only beings in that scene. Silence weighed on the environment, except for the sound of your own footsteps echoing through the cobblestones. It was as if the city was sleeping deeply, everyone tired. You missed your soft bed.

As you approached the meeting point outside the city walls, you spotted Arlecchino’s carriage. It was large and black, adorned with silver trim that gleamed in the dim light of dawn. Beside it, there she stood, imposing as ever, awaiting your arrival. Her white hair stood out against the darkness of the morning, and her eyes seemed to shine with anticipation when she finally noticed your presence.

— (Name), I’m glad you came. — Arlecchino smiled, as the coachman opened the carriage door for you. — Are you ready?

You hesitated for a brief moment, looking back at the walls of the city that had been your home all your life. Now, however, it seemed so far away, so small compared to what Arlecchino offered. The world beyond those walls called to you, and for the first time, you felt truly tempted to answer it.

— I'm ready. — His answer was firm, despite the butterflies in your stomach that were constantly bothering you. How annoying.

Arlecchino nodded in satisfaction. You climbed into the carriage, feeling like a prisoner who had finally had a chance to escape. Arlecchino sat down beside you, and with a firm order to the driver, the carriage began to move. You felt a slight tremor beneath your feet as it picked up speed.

For a while, neither of you said a word. The sound of the carriage wheels on the uneven ground and the trotting of the horses were the only soundtrack as you left the city behind. You stared out the window, watching the landscape slowly change—the plains, the trees, and finally, the unknown horizon you longed to explore.

— I know it’s hard to leave your life behind, (Name). — Arlecchino’s voice broke the silence. — But trust me, the world is much bigger than this city. What awaits us beyond it is something you could never imagine.

You turned your face to her, curious at the conviction in her voice. Arlecchino had something planned, something that seemed bigger than anything you could comprehend at that moment.

— What exactly do you do, Arlecchino? — You finally asked, curiosity growing inside you. — Who are you?

— Oh yes, so you do have that kind of curiosity after all. I thought you'd never ask. — She gives a smile that sends shivers down your spine.

She smiled enigmatically, that same smile that had drawn you in since the first time you’d seen it. Arlecchino leaned forward slightly, her eyes shining with an almost predatory intensity. The smile was still there, but something about it seemed sharper.

— I do what is necessary, (Name) — she said in a soft tone — The world is full of chaos, of uncertainty. And me? I put things in place. In my own way, of course.

You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of her words. Something in the back of your mind told you that she wasn’t just talking about solving simple or ordinary problems. There was a depth and darkness to what Arlecchino did—something that transcended what you understood as “normal.”

— Put things in place? — You repeated, trying to get more information, but cautiously.

She laughed, a low, mysterious sound, and leaned back in the carriage seat, her fingers drumming lightly on the armrest.

— The balance of the world depends on difficult decisions, on sacrifices that most are unwilling to make. I am the one who acts when others hesitate. I do what needs to be done, and the consequences… well, they are none of my business.

The carriage passed through a dense area of trees, the shadows of the canopies creating a somber atmosphere around it. The silence intensified, and the air seemed to grow heavy inside the carriage. You noticed that Arlecchino was watching you closely, as if he was gauging your reaction.

— Who am I? — She repeated the question, as if savoring every word. — I am the invisible hand that manipulates fate, (Name). But to you, I am the key to a future you never imagined. .

She leaned closer, her eyes locked on his, and her voice dropped to a whisper.

— The only question you need to ask yourself now is: are you willing to pay the price for the power you desire?

The world seemed to close in around you. Arlecchino was offering something dangerous, yet incredibly tempting. The weight of decision was about to fall on your shoulders—and in that moment, you realized that the path ahead would not only be about adventures, but about choices that could define not only your destiny, but that of many others.

— But why me? Why did you offer me this? — You said, now you wondered if you had really made the right choice.

Arlecchino kept his gaze fixed on you, and for the first time, the intensity in his eyes seemed to soften, but only slightly. She shifted in her seat, her fingers clasped calmly in her lap, as if she was considering her next words carefully.

— Why you? — She repeated in an almost thoughtful tone. — Ah, (Name), don’t you realize? — She tilted her head slightly, the smile still present, but more mysterious than ever. — Fate has a funny way of choosing those who least expect it. And you... you have something inside you, something that interests me.

She paused, allowing her words to hang in the air. The tension in the carriage was increasing by the second.

— Don’t think I’m someone who makes random, purposeless offers — she continued, her voice now low and controlled. — I’ve watched you from afar for a long time now, and I know you’ve watched me back. Many have desires, (Name), but few have the courage to pursue them. And even fewer have the potential to shape the world around them.

She leaned in a little closer, and her presence seemed to fill the space between you, as if she were revealing a truth you hadn’t yet been able to see.

— I chose you because I saw in your eyes the same hunger I've seen in others before you. But unlike them, you still have a chance to do something great... or to fall into an abyss. It all depends on the choice you make now. What about me? I offer you the opportunity, but it's up to you to take advantage of what I put on the table for you.

Her gaze sharpened. The air around her seemed to vibrate with a dense energy, and the reality of the situation sank in. Arlecchino had ulterior motives, you knew that, but there was something about her—an unshakable confidence, a promise of power and change—that made the offer seem almost irresistible.

— So tell me, (Name), what will it be? Will you accept my invitation into the unknown, or will you rather continue on the path everyone else follows?

The carriage seemed frozen in time, each second dragging by as you pondered Arlecchino’s words. The silence that followed your question echoed louder than the sound of the wheels on the stone path. She watched patiently, her eyes calculating, as if she were waiting for a mouse to approach the trap. It was almost impossible to ignore the intensity of the situation—this woman, with a power and influence that clearly surpassed your comprehension, was offering you something beyond what you could understand at that moment.

— I’m not asking for your trust, (Name), — Arlecchino said, his voice soft, as if he was reading her thoughts. — Trust is something that is earned over time. What I’m offering is an opportunity. A single choice that can change everything.

Your breathing quickened. You felt a mixture of fear and excitement running down your spine. It was like you were standing on the edge of a cliff, staring into the abyss, with the option of jumping or retreating.

— What if I accept? — His voice came out hesitant, almost a whisper.

Her eyes lit up in a way you had never seen before, as if she had been waiting for that exact question.

— If you accept... — She began slowly, choosing her words with precision. — You will not be alone. I will be by your side, guiding you on paths few dare to tread. Paths of power, of influence... of freedom.

She leaned forward, her eyes locking with his, like a predator sure of her prey.

— But know that once the choice is made, there is no turning back. Accepting my invitation is to give up certainties and embrace chaos. But chaos, (Name), has its own order. And those who know how to dance to the rhythm of the music can achieve everything they desire.

The weight of his words hung in the air, and you realized that you were at a crossroads, one that could change the course of your life. Arlecchino’s offer was tempting, a promise of something beyond ordinary life. But with it came the unknown, the risk, and the shadows that lurked behind his smile.

Your thoughts were racing at a thousand miles an hour, as the distant sound of the carriage wheels finally filled the silence again. And then, you knew that the decision was in your hands.

— I accept.

Arlecchino’s smile widened at your words. For an instant, you felt as if you had released something much greater than you could comprehend, but at the same time, a strange sensation enveloped you.

— Excellent choice. — Her voice was barely above a whisper, but it was laced with dangerous satisfaction. — Now, (Name), you are about to discover that the world as you know it is just a thin layer over something much deeper. And I am going to make sure you see it all.

She reached out her hand, her black leather glove against your skin. As you touched it, you felt a chill run down your arm, she was cold.

— From now on, there will be no secrets between us. — She stepped closer, the tone of her voice becoming lower, almost intimate. — I will give you the tools, the vision, and the power you need. The rest, (Name), is up to you. — Arlecchino held her hand firmly, his eyes never leaving hers.

With that, she leaned back again, releasing his hand slowly, as if sealing an invisible agreement. The air in the carriage felt denser now, the air almost palpable with the promise of an uncertain but possible future.

You had made your choice. And somehow you knew there was no going back. You were on a tightrope.

The carriage rocked gently as the city unfolded around you, a blur of shadows and lights. Arlecchino watched out the window, his gaze lost, as if he saw something beyond what was before you. The silence between you became charged with meaning, and you couldn’t help but wonder what kind of journey you were about to embark on.

— Are you nervous? — Arlecchino asked, his eyes never leaving the landscape. Her voice was soft, but there was an underlying challenge in her words.

— A little — you admitted, sincerity slipping out before you could think twice — There’s no need to be nervous, I’m on your side.

You blushed. Your cheeks heated up, and you looked away for a moment, trying to hide the blush that was taking over your face. Arlecchino’s words sounded unexpectedly gentle, a subtle change in her usual enigmatic tone. You tried to maintain your composure, but your heart beat faster at her proximity.

She laughed softly, the sound warm yet laden with a slight teasing tone.

— Now, (Name), do you really think you’d be alone on this journey? — Arlecchino leaned in slightly, and his piercing eyes met hers. — I’m not the type to abandon an ally.

You felt the intensity of her gaze, and her words, while comforting, also carried a weight that you couldn't yet fully understand. Still, something about her presence made it seem like, no matter how complex the path ahead was, you wouldn't face it alone.

— I'm here — she said in a softer tone now, almost intimate. — From beginning to end.

The promise contained in those words echoed within you, and the feeling of nervousness slowly transformed into something different: a strange mix of confidence and anticipation.

— Thank you — you replied, still feeling the heat on your face, but now firmer.

[cellaceltigar]

word had quickly reached her about what naelys had accidentally said to the king. jaehaerys was a proud man, childishly proud, and she knew that he would not let the insult go easily. she had cursed underneath her breath when told. but instead of confronting nellie and asking what she had been thinking, she extended an invitation to spend the night in her chambers. she would shield nellie from the world if she had to. she knew the velaryon girl was her weakness. the one crack in her armour that could be exploited. when she was alone, marcella often despised feeling so close to another being. but then she saw nellie's face, and she could never bring herself to feel anything negative about her. the black hole inside her refused to extend to her feelings for naelys. but she rarely spoke of it. if she pretended not to notice, she did not have to try to put a stop to it.

marcella was sitting on the bed in her red nightgown, her lilac eyes fixated on nellie in her favoured nightgown. she felt a strange kind of satisfaction at the sight. the beastly possessiveness she felt over the dark-haired valyrian purred inside her. her enjoyment was spoiled by how obvious it was that naelys was restless in her worry. cella swung her legs off the bed and rose to stand beside her friend. “from what i've heard, then you have already apologised, nellie,” she reminded her softly. “i need to speak with the king on another matter, and i will speak on your behalf… or i will ask max to do so.” if he agreed to it, there would be a price to pay for that, she already knew it. if she had to take care of it herself, she would do so too. it was not the best way to approach jaehaerys, but if it was needed, marcella would pay the price for nellie. she was arrogant enough to believe that she could talk herself out of it, she could with most things.

she pressed a gentle kiss to her closest friend's forehead. “do not fret, dear, we will make it right. you can hide in here as long as you wish, but then you will need to face court again.” she put an arm around nellie's shoulders, putting her chin on her other shoulder, as marcella stared at their reflections in the mirror. “your curtsies will be extra low from now on, and you will remember to always say 'your grace' when speaking to him, but do not apologise any more unless he asks you to.” her words were not suggestions, it was more a barrage of orders delivered sweetly. it was a delicate balance with most men. jaehaerys needed to feel like he had put naelys in her place, but she also could not come off as too nervous, and risk being viewed with even more suspicion due to looking guilty. cella cared little for intentions, all she cared about was how it looked.

it was strange how much easier it was to deal with nellie's mistake than her own. marcella had restless nights thinking about the situation. she did not care for the body rotting in the sewers, but she cared about the behaviour of the others involved, whether they'd crack under the weight of a deep dark secret. she could understand nellie's worry, the nervous drumming she probably felt inside. cella felt some of that. the fear was not what it had been in the past. it was somehow… less. but it was still very much there, present and lodged in the back of her mind. she had a favour to ask of nellie, but she wanted to wait until her friend had calmed down enough to think clearly.

who: @cellaceltigar when and where: the bedchambers of marcella celtigar within the apartments of house celtigar in the red keep, naelys velaryon spends the night with her best friend - as is perfectly normal. context: set following marcella's involvement in the six plot, and after naelys made her slip up to jaehaerys.

naelys stood in front of the mirror, her fingers trembling as she carefully unbuttoned the intricate laces of her gown, the fabric sliding away from her skin in smooth, familiar motions. the nightgown she was about to put on was soft, a pale lavender hue with delicate lace trim—marcella’s nightgown. she always found comfort in borrowing her friend’s things, though marcella never seemed to mind. everything about her was comforting, like a shield against the world and its many dangers; as though she were the key or the candle to many of the intricacies and complexities that naelys would simply not be able to understand.

"cella," naelys murmured softly, her voice tinged with an almost childlike affection as she heard her friend confirming with a page sent by deimos velaryon of nellie's whereabouts. it were the first place she seemed to wander to, like an aimless ghost; her legs carrying her where her brain did not - to the doors of the girl who meant the most in the world to her. "i’m so sorry. i don’t know what happened..." she winced as she undid the final laces of her dress, letting the heavy fabric fall to the floor. her heart raced, pounding as though it might burst out of her chest.

her family would be furious. her mistake—referring to jaehaerys as the prince, not the king—had made it seem as though their loyalty was questionable, and the consequences were already beginning to unfold. the whispering, the cold glances, the tightening of her brother's jaw; he had already lost so much, they had already lost so much, and her foolishness could cause them more issue. she had to hide. hide away from all the judgement, all the sharp eyes that were now fixed on her.

slipping into marcella’s nightgown felt like a small reprieve, a chance to pretend she was somewhere else, in a world where no one cared about the mistakes she had made. the fabric was cool against her skin, and for a moment, she allowed herself to breathe a little easier, letting her hair out of the messy updo and letting it hang on either side of her shoulders. she had seen her friend wear this nightgown so many times before, she were surprised it were the one she offered for her to wear - and yet, she couldn't help but look at herself in the mirror. she felt closer to her, as though she were her saviour. she had trusted her to wear it. "i just… i didn’t mean to say it. i didn’t mean to upset anyone."

as the minutes ticked by, she felt the anxiety crawl beneath her skin like a restless tide, and for a moment, she closed her eyes, feeling marcella’s steady presence appear beside her. "cella," she murmured the name so naturally again, a soft plea in her voice. "please, tell me what to do. tell me how to fix this." she knew she wasn’t supposed to burden marcella with everything, but she couldn’t help it. she needed her. "how long do i have to hide?" she asked, voice cracking slightly. "how long until they forget? do you think i should apologise to the king? what if he thinks my family are treasonous?"

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Wildest dreams Bonus: Jacob’s POV

Summary: Becoming part of the wolfpack, Jacob was forced to say goodbye to his past life which includes his best friend. 

Wildest dreams Masterlist

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Jacob couldn’t remember a time where she wasn’t in his life. The first memory he can think back to is trying to pronounce her name. It’s as if he knew she’d be important to his future, that the name would cross his tongue so often he’d mumble it in his sleep for years to come.

When he looked at her now, he couldn’t help the way his heart dropped whenever she looked away. Y/N is in his head, always, tattooed across his heart like an incurable affliction he’d never want to part with. They once meant so much to one another, yet she’s become a stranger over a span of few weeks.

Becoming a shifter was always supposed to be his destiny, not her. He reminds himself of this quite often. It’s a thought he repeats day in and day out, protecting the tribe - her, that’s his destiny. 

Perhaps one day she’ll learn the truth and understand why he’s stepped back from their morning walks to school and the laughs they’d share whenever she told him of her bizarre dream from the past night. 

But right now, it feels like drowning. He’s restless dreaming, barely sleeping for his best friend has lost the smile he’d get butterflies from. Embry, Quill and Jacob have left their little circle and in the end, the circle had turned into a dot. He felt guilty over it, hoping she’d find a new crowd and yet, selfishly, Jacob wished she wouldn’t. 

A part of him wanted her to get angry, to confront him as Bella did. He wanted her to be enraged enough to push the boundaries and find out the truth herself. He hoped she’d fight for him, for their friendship. 

She didn’t.

Instead, Y/N walked with her head down, never making eye contact with him or anyone else from the pack. She’d hurry her pace, her heart thundering in his ears as she passed them. Jacob knew her suffering is taking her by a storm and he wasn’t allowed to do anything about it. 

“Just let me talk to her.” 

Jacob has been insistent with Sam, but the alpha was always clear on his stance regarding the matter.

“Unless she’s an imprint or a wolf, we can’t risk it. I won’t repeat myself anymore.”

Huffing, Jacob shook his head as he slammed the door behind him. She may not be one of them, but she is a part of his heart he refused to part with. Becoming strangers after their close friendship is far too painful for Jacob. 

Hearing Sam’s words ringing in his ears, Jacob’s eyes widen. He’s not made eye contact with Y/N since he had to take several weeks off school and pretend he has mononucleosis. He’s never actually checked if he or anyone else did either. 

Determined, he grabbed Embry and Quill, forcing them to agree they’d make eye contact with her the next day.

And they did. 

Unfortunately for Jacob, neither of them imprinted. In a way, he was pleased. She was always closer to Jacob, naturally he wanted to be the one. 

Licking his lips, he felt his heart pounding so fast he feared he might lose control and shift. Following after her, he wondered if his hands are shaking due to anxiety of speaking to her or the fear of shifting before her. While it would ensure she’s aware of the truth, Sam would likely kill him. 

Huffing, Jacob takes her by the elbow and lightly pulls her back. Her eyes, big and beautiful fix on his and he holds his breath in anticipation.

“What do you want?” Her voice is sharp, unforgiving and colder than he’s ever heard. 

He wanted to ask her not to let him go, feeling her slip away already as he stares at her. So many memories flood him of their past, of the nights they fell asleep on the same bed and the mornings they woke up in each other’s embrace. 

Jacob wished he could remind her how it used to be, to beg her to stay and yet he couldn’t. The disdain and betrayal in her eyes were clear as he released her from his grip.

There was no defining moment, no particular connection made other than the pain of being so close to her inflicted. She’s right there and yet he can’t possibly explain how much she means to him because despite his best effort, Jacob didn’t imprint on Y/N.

He hoped he was wrong, continuing to stare at her with a lump growing at the back of his throat, but no matter how hard he tries, he can’t imprint by the sheer force of will. If he could, she’d be his - now and forever. 

Everything he ever wanted was to be hers, to find home in her embrace and now, as she shook her head and her eyes filled with tears, Jacob knew it was over. Once she turned her back on him, he watched her wordlessly as she walked away from him, sealing their fate. 

Eventually, he’ll become a stranger she struggles to remember while she’ll remain in his bloodstream for as long as he lives. 

[dizzydancingdreamer]

Daddy Issues | Draco Malfoy

Wow I’m sorry I didn’t mean to disappear like that Lovelies! Sometimes I forget depression and writers block are a thing until they punch me in the face and force me to go MIA for a hundred years! I guess I’m back? I hope? Fingers crossed? Anyway, I’m sorry this isn’t a TVD fic but I figured Y’all would appreciate something over nothing. I missed you all more than I can say! I hope you enjoy, I love you all!

Description: Draco and y/n are best friends until Draco’s father threatens y/n. She avoids Draco until he confronts her.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader

Warnings: Like none, it’s kinda sad but not really, the only flaw is bad writing

Word count: 3.4k

Tags: Angst, FLUFF

(not my gif, I just love it lol)

Your heart stings from across the courtyard, the gap between you and the blonde boy tangible. For a second you don't know whether or not your heart is even in your chest anymore or if it’s in his hands. In that case your heart is sitting on a bench, sandwiched between Blaise Zabini and Vincent Crabbe. Maybe he isn’t holding your heart, though, maybe he is your heart, in which case you’re avoiding your heart’s piercing gaze. 

Your hands twitch at your sides, itching to grab his or to twist through his silky hair or do anything other than lay idle when he is only mere steps away from you. Your hands ache to touch him and usually you would be doing just that: clinging to his robes or twisting the rings around on his fingers or simply tangling your own fingers with his slender ones. Your hands feel painfully empty without him to hold on to. 

That makes sense though, he’s your best friend after all. You’re rarely ever spotted less than five feet away from each other. Everyone at Hogwarts can see how utterly entwined you are, every part of him wrapped around your finger and every part of you sitting precisely in the palm of his hand. You orbit each other, drawn in by a gravity that the rest of the student body can’t deny.

Right now, though, that gravity is being tested and everyone feels a little bit like they’re floating away. 

Draco sits exactly seventeen feet and four inches away from you. You can feel his eyes on the back of your head, like lasers, searing into your black and gold jumper and refusing to look away. It burns but you embrace it, taking any contact, even imagined, that you can get from him. Even if it hurts. You would gladly burn for the blonde Slytherin if it made him happy. This doesn’t make him happy, though, being ignored by the girl that commands his entire life. You know that, but you also know that it’s for the best. 

You run your hands through your hair, tugging on the strands relentlessly and closing your eyes. You see his father, the tall, grim man, and replay the conversation you had in your head. 

“He has a bright future ahead of him, y/n.” 

Lucious had backed you into a corner, both metaphorically and literally, the stone of the castle biting harshly into your skin, “I know that, sir.”

He stood tall, menacingly, like he was bigger than the castle itself, “he doesn’t have time for nonsense, y/n.”

Your hands trembled, the cold of the dungeon nipping at them fiercely, “he’s very bright, Mr. Malfoy, I don’t think I’m slowing him down.”

The neutral, if not cold, expression on his face switched then to one of red hot anger, “did I ask what you think? It’s time the two of you separate. He is to be married next year and not to some silly Hufflepuff girl.”

“We’re just friends, sir,” your eyes had long since found the floor.

“Don’t be daft, my son is infatuated with you. If I catch you near him from this day on I will not hesitate to destroy you, do you understand me? Do not speak to him again.”

That was two weeks ago and you haven’t dared to go near him since, spending every waking moment of your spare time in the Hufflepuff common room. You aren’t brave, you didn’t march up to your best friend and tell him that his father threatened to destroy you. You would be lying if you said you even thought about it. The reality of it is that you’re a coward and have iced Draco out in fear of having his father hurt either of you.  

His father’s words still ring in your head. Don’t be daft, my son is infatuated with you. Your heart flutters hard in your chest, your rib cage the only barrier keeping it from finding him across the courtyard. Draco is infatuated with you. Apparently. He hasn’t said so, only his father. Still, you can’t help but hope that it’s true.

But then that makes your chest burn and palms sting again. You aren’t allowed to hope that Draco wants you. You aren’t even allowed to hope that he wants to be your friend. You’re not allowed anywhere near him, let alone allowed to kiss him. Would he even kiss you? Probably not. You tug even harder on your hair, as if pulling each strand out will somehow take the pain away. Don’t be daft.

“Y/n,” gentle hands wrap around your tight fists, “you’re hurting yourself.”

You forgot Luna was there, sitting next to you on the bench, the bench that is seventeen feet and four inches away from Draco. You let the airy Ravenclaw unravel your fingers and hold one of your hands, rubbing circles on the back of your palm. It doesn’t feel the same, her grip is too soft, her fingers too short. Draco’s fingers are longer. 

You shake your head, trying to clear the fog of him from your senses, “sorry, I know I’m not the best company right now.”

Luna only smiles at you and rolls her eyes gently, “I know it’s hard for you right now.”

Of course you told her. You weren’t able to tell Draco so you turned to Luna, your other best friend. You nod your head at the blonde girl, too tired to speak. 

“I think you should tell him though, he looks bloody miserable without you,” your eyes widen as if on their own accord.

You feel dizzy at the thought and not the good kind like when Draco spins you around. No, this is the bad kind of ‘I’m definitely going to throw up’ dizzy. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears rapidly. Thump, thump, thump. It almost sounds like footsteps, angry ones, pounding towards you. That can’t be right.

“I can’t tell him, Luna, you know that.”

A hand lands on your shoulder, warmth spreading through your jumper. You open your mouth, ready to thank Luna for relentlessly comforting you, but close it quickly when a thought hits you. You glance down to your lap, just to double check. There, on your lap rests your hand carefully wrapped up in both of Luna’s. Crap. 

“What can’t you tell me?” It takes everything in you to not let his familiar voice curl around you and pull you further into his touch.

You shift out of his hold, not turning to look at him yet, afraid to see the expression on his face. Would it be anger? Sadness? Disgust? The last one makes your heart drop, the thought of the blonde boy being repulsed by you causing you to curl into yourself slightly. You would take anything from him but that.

You stand curtly, turning to face Draco, all too aware of the lack of space between you and him. Six inches at the most, every breath he takes makes his chest brush yours. You still don’t look up at him, not anywhere ready to meet the eyes of the boy you’ve been avoiding. 

You lock your eyes on his silver and green tie, mumbling to it instead of him, “What makes you think I was talking about you, Draco?”

You finally glance up at him and wish you hadn’t. His eyes, usually a bright blue, are dull and rimmed with red. The bruises under his eyes stand out against his cheeks. He’s always had dark circles but this is extreme. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days, like he hasn’t eaten in days. It’s almost garish, but then again nothing could ever make the Slytherin Prince look anything less than perfect. He looks destroyed, almost as if his father had gotten to him too. You have to stop yourself from reaching out, choosing instead to look away again.

“Are you serious right now? Tell me this is all a joke y/n!” The courtyard goes silent when Draco raises his voice.

You squeeze your fists, the tone of his voice a punch in the gut. He never shouts at you. Draco is never anything but soft around you. Right now, however, he’s seething. No one around you dares to make a sound.

You close your eyes, trying desperately to stop a traitorous flood of tears, “Draco, please don’t do this right now.”

Draco takes a step back, as if your words had shoved him, “if not now then when? You’ve given me no choice! You run every time you see me, you don’t answer my notes. Do you even read them anymore? Can you just explain why you bloody hate me?”

His voice cracks when he says hate, like its acid in his mouth. In any way it’s acid to your ears. You could never hate Draco, it’s very much the opposite actually. You’re painfully in love with him.

“I don’t,” you have to pause to clear your throat, trying to rid the lump, “I could never hate you.”

His hand grasps you chin gently, his rings cold against your skin as he pulls your face up to meet his eyes, “then tell me what’s going on. Please.”

You squeeze your eyes close, sinking into the warmth of his palm for a moment. You can’t remember a time you’ve gone this long without the blonde boy touching you. You can’t stop the tears from trailing down your cheeks and into his palm. You can feel the hitch in his breath as if it had come from your own lungs. You wrap your own hands around his, squeezing his fingers gently before pulling them away from you.

“I can’t, Dra. We can’t do this anymore. I’m,” your voice trembles, your eyes still closed, his hand still locked in yours, “I’m not good for you. We can’t be friends.”

You release his hand, taking a few steps back from the love of your life. This time, though, he doesn’t let you get as far, taking two steps towards you for every step you take away from him. It doesn’t take him long before he’s in front of you again, closer and even more determined. His eyes burn into yours, his hands restless. You know he wants to touch you. At least, you hope he does. You want to.

“Don’t say that,” there’s a strength behind his words, one you have yet to hear until now, “don’t you dare say that! Tell me what’s going on y/n, you need to tell me! I can fix it. I can make it better whatever it is just please tell me. Please, love.”

Love. That’s new. Your heart cracks even more when he says it and maybe that’s because you know you won’t get to hear it again. You wish you could grab the word from his lips and hold on to it. You want to put it in your pocket so at least you can have a part of him, the very best part of him, for when he walked away. But you can’t, so there’s no use in trying. 

“You can’t fix it this time, Draco,” you take another step back and your back hits the rough surface of a tree.

He fills the space between the two of you once more and this time you’re stuck. Your palms continue to sting, reminding you relentlessly how much you need to touch him. You scrunch the hem of your jumper, trying desperately to quell the pain. Your wrists feel like they’re on fire, something you’ve come to realise that means you’re about to have a panic attack. He can't see that happen, you refuse to fall apart in front of him. 

Of course he notices, though. That’s your Draco, he notices everything about you. That’s his job. 

He grabs your face again, stopping you from frantically looking everywhere but him, “of course I can. When have I not fixed your problems? Remember when those Ravenclaws’ were messing with you? I took care of that, didn’t I? And Parkinson? Zabini? I took care of them too. Remember when Snape wouldn’t let you hand in your assignment because you had the flu? And the time you passed out in the stairwell? I fixed those too because I can. Because I wanted to and I do what I want. Now, all I’ve wanted for days is you so if someone said something to you I need you to tell me so I can sort them out and get my best friend back. Now.”

He stares into your eyes the entire time, daring you to turn away. You feel like you can’t breathe, your hands once again wrapped around his but this time clinging for dear life. You’ve been terrified for two weeks and the exhaustion hits you in one, whopping punch to your stomach, the second punch of the day. Without warning your legs give out, all of your weight falling into the blonde who seems to expect it. His arms wrap around you, holding you against his chest for the first time in what feels like ages.

You don’t realise that you’re sobbing until you try to speak, “Dra, I’m so scared. I’m tired,” you grip his robes in your fists, your head falling against his chest, “I don’t know how much longer I can do this, I feel like I’m falling apart.”

He pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you and holding you against him. You can feel the sigh of relief he releases and his heartbeat slowing as if it’s your own. Maybe that’s because yours does the same. For the first time in weeks you’re engulfed in Draco and you cling to him, circling your arms around his waist and pulling yourself impossibly close. He wastes no time either, wrapping his cloak around you and burying his face in your neck. 

Your body shakes furiously in his arms, everything you’ve been bottling up comes pouring out in a torrent of sobs and hiccups. Draco presses closer to you, towering over you and shielding you from the rest of the world. You let his peppermint scent engulf you completely,

“For Salazar’s sake y/n I need you to tell me what’s wrong. I need to fix it, love. Please tell me,” his voice is low and choked.

He’s right, you know he’s right. You squeeze your eyes tighter and grip his back, savouring the muscles under his dress shirt for a few more seconds before you know you’ll have to let go.

“Your father told me we couldn’t see each other anymore. He told me,” you pull out of his arms, leaning back against the tree, “he said, well, it doesn’t matter what he said. We just can’t be together.” Draco’s eyes widen and your cheeks heat up, your words ringing through your ears, “I mean we can’t be friends.”

Draco steps closer to you, running a hand through his hair and closing his eyes. He mumbles something under his breath that you can’t hear but you’re almost positive that it’s a curse. When he opens his eyes, your heart stops. His blue eyes burn into yours, glassy and angry but with something else too, something hot and fierce. Your heart restarts when he places his arms against the tree, caging you between it and him. You can’t resist placing your hands on his chest, feeling his heartbeat pick up as well.

“What did my father say, y/n.” He isn’t asking you, he’s telling you.

You lower your eyes, not bothering to fight him anymore, “he told me he would destroy me if I kept being friends with you. He said you were getting married and that you could never marry a Hufflepuff and that he would destroy me if he had to.”

He staggers back with each word, like each one shoves him more than the last. He squeezes his fists before straightening his fingers, shoving them once more through his hair. His shoulders are tense, his back straight. His eyes are screwed shut again. 

“Bloody hell,” he pulls at his hair, biting his lip, “he’s lost his damn mind.”

You wrap your arms around yourself, tugging at your jumper, suddenly hot all over. Now is not the time to be getting riled up over Draco but you can’t help it, he looks exquisite. Messy hair and an un-tucked shirt, the veins in his hand prominent and his rings glittering in the afternoon sun. He’s absolutely and undeniably perfect.

“It’s ok, Dra, you’ll be ok,” you try your best to comfort him but he snaps his eyes open, looking at you like you’ve gone mad as well.

“My dad threatened to kill you! No I am not okay!”

This time you walk to him, pulling him into your chest again and wrapping your arms around his neck. He sweeps his arms around your waist, pulling you so close that you have to stand on your tiptoes to keep your arms around him. His hands grasp your hips tight and you immediately know what he wants. You oblige, wanting it just as much if not more, jumping up and wrapping your legs around his stomach. You tuck your face into his neck this time, breathing in the slightest hint of apples, green ones. 

You don’t speak, practically feeling the words bubbling in his chest, “My dad told you he was going to kill you, love. He threatened you and he didn’t even tell me. I am definitely not okay. I need to do something. I need to talk to him. And he told you I was getting married? He’s lucky he isn’t here. I don’t care if he’s my father, nobody talks to my girl like that.”

He’s rambling, something he does when he’s at his end. His words wrap around you, tangling with every part of you and sinking into your skin. They lull you into a daze of sorts, almost nodding off on your best friends shoulder. You don’t realise how tired you are until you’re in his arms, safe. And then it hits you, and you’re wide awake again.

“Your girl?”

You cut him off mid sentence, squeezing your legs tighter around him to bring his attention back to you.

“What did you say, love?” Draco hikes you further up his body, readjusting his grip on you.

Your cheeks flame, your neck hot. His eyes bore into yours, searching for something that you’re not quite sure you’re ready to give. His lips are so close to yours, his breath hitting your lips with every exhale. The courtyard around you fades away and Hogwarts itself holds its breath.

“Did you call me your girl, Draco?”

He doesn’t blush like you thought he would, “yes, I did. That’s what you are. Mine. And Merlin help my father for trying to take you away from me.”

You stare at him for a few seconds, letting his words sink into your flesh. They curl around your bones, laying down a warmth that you’ve been craving for longer than you can remember. He’s right. Of course he’s right, he’s Draco. You are his and you always have been. His arm around your back tightens, jostling you enough to make you cling harder to him. Your fingers find their way to the nape of his neck, tangling in his hair. He leans his head back, giving in to your touch willingly. 

He holds your gaze as your fingers weave through his silky hair, capturing you with his eyes and refusing to let go, “I’m yours, Draco. Please don’t let me go.”

He leans his forehead against yours, “never, love.”

Hogwarts releases the breath it had been holding, the noise of the courtyard once more fluttering around you. You go to get down from Draco but he stops you, tightening his arms. You only shake your head and smile, letting the sunshine warm your face.

Your heart aches slightly still though, “what are we going to do about your father, Dra?

He starts walking, the sudden movement causing you to tug his hair a little harder.

His voice is strained when he finally answers, leaning down to rub his cheek against your head, “just let me handle that, ok?” 

You give in, for now, laying your head on his shoulder and closing your eyes for the final time, “where are we going, Dra?”

“We, my love, are going to take a very much needed nap.” 

[taechaos]

Web of Lies

from Textbook Love drabble series

pairing: bully!Jungkook x nerdy!fem!Reader

genre: drabble, smut, college au

synopsis: Soyeon is honest, Taehyung is using his last breaths to tell you the truth, and Jungkook is lying. It seems that everything you know boils down to Jungkook lying.

warnings: angst, panic attack, dry humping, the TINIEST bit of fluff

word count: 4.3k

Obstacles are inevitable in relationships; there’s always something that must go wrong. They can come in the form of arguments, disagreements, actions, or people like Taehyung. One physical obstacle that always knows when Jungkook is with you.

A few days after the fight between the two close friends, Taehyung’s nose somewhat healed and Jungkook doesn’t shy away from you as frequently. What’s the point when the people he tried to hide you from found out about his relationship with you anyway? The only reason he doesn’t approach you every time he sees you is because: 1. He doesn’t enjoy being clingy; that would mean he likes being around you all the time which he refuses to admit. 2. You would probably get tired of him and stop loving him. 3. He kissed your friend who always sits next to you outside.

Now that he’s taking most of his opportunities to talk to you, and maybe kiss you, Taehyung is growing restless. Every time Jungkook is with you, so is Taehyung. Some. Fucking. How.

To name one of the busts: when Jungkook was kissing you in the university’s hallway two days ago, Taehyung popped in out of nowhere and shouted, “Get a room, you sluts!” It made for a good laugh between the students, especially when Jungkook ran after him out of the building. 

Another time is when Jungkook was watching you work in the yard and Taehyung joined you two to ask about that “one hot friend of yours”. You ended up telling him about Soyeon and Minnie while Jungkook glared at Taehyung that conveyed a clear message: Don’t. So, he didn’t. It didn’t have anything to do with getting elbowed when you weren’t looking.

It was because that would ruin the fun, and he has a sense of purpose while roaming the entire campus to make his fourth bust of the week. He’s searched the hot and empty spots, but he just can’t find the passionate couple anywhere. If he can’t keep disrupting their displays of affection, how will Jungkook get annoyed enough to spill the truth to you? You deserve that much, and if you still accept him, then Taehyung’s out of the picture.

Why can’t Jungkook see that?

For starters, one of the reasons is Jungkook is distracted and growing very irritated by the heavy stare he feels digging into his skin. Who the fuck is watching him? He thought it would be nice to keep you company in the main campus library by controlling your hand under the table over his clothed erection while you skim through your textbook for a light revision, but a pair of eyes behind a bookshelf won’t stop glaring into his soul through thick frames that he can’t see. 

He blows out a breath and screws his eyes shut. His jaw clenches and you immediately catch on, worriedly asking, “What’s wrong?”

“Someone’s fucking watching me and I can’t get off,” he grits. Your cheeks heat and grow crimson when you glance down at your occupied hand, palmed by his bigger one in a tight grip. 

“I’m so sorry,” you whisper, “we can go to my dorm, if you’d like? Whatever you want.” In an act of comfort, you stupidly start caressing his length until he stands up. 

“Gotta confront the fucker.” 

Right when he raises his foot to take a step in the direction that his senses lead him to, Taehyung joins in on the mission. “Who are we confronting?” he asks casually with an arm over Soyeon’s shoulder, who is trying to suppress a grimace at the intervention. Jungkook glances at him and then your friend before sucking his teeth and rolling his eyes.

You grin brightly at the greeting and explain, “Someone's watching him. He’s going to find the stalker.”

“Might’ve been me, oops,” Taehyung raises his brows guiltily before slumping on a wooden chair adjacent to you, looking around the spacious area that makes him feel too loud. When he notices Soyeon still standing, he tells her, “come, sit,” and pats the seat next to him. She does so timidly. “Isn’t it so wonderful—”

“Why are you here?” Jungkook interrupts, but Taehyung continues, “—that we’re forming a friend group of our own? We’re all so familiar with each other.”

“Oh, Soyeon hasn’t met Jungkook yet.”

Taehyung narrows his eyes at you with a scrunch of his nose. “Sure about that?” Jungkook strides behind his chair and starts massaging his shoulders; a very harsh massage that has him holding back a wince. “Oh, Kook, that’s a bit rough. Tell me, is he like this in bed too?”

You gape at him in surprise, bashful because your lover doesn’t kiss and tell, and he doesn’t look too happy about it either.

“Tae…” Jungkook snarls.

“Well, is he, Soyeon?”

The library’s silence graces your table as everyone falls quiet, if you don’t count Taehyung’s groans at Jungkook’s bruising hold that is. Soyeon’s jaw drops and her eyes widen at the sudden switch in your gaze, searching for answers from her. “That’s not funny, Taehyung,” she breaks the silence with her blunt statement.

“Don’t mind him, baby, he has brain damage,” Jungkook spits and brings a hand up to Taehyung’s hair to yank it back. “I’m going to fucking kill you,” he whispers in his ear.

Your features begin to soften from its hard expression until Taehyung smiles wickedly at you. “Oh yeah, it wasn’t sex, was it? It was a tongue battle-” His voice cuts off the moment Jungkook starts choking him with his elbow, and his gags fall on deaf ears. Soyeon tries to push him off, but you’re just blank because Jungkook isn’t denying it; it was as if he was expecting it, trying to stop him all along. 

The sudden interest in your friend, the constant interruptions, the hits…

“Soyeon?” you call quietly with welling up tears. “Did you kiss him?”

Your best friend doesn’t lie, and apparently neither does Taehyung. Does Jungkook lie? You’re conflicted between living in bliss, ignoring the dying man in front of you because your boyfriend might have kissed Soyeon, and facing reality by asking the hard questions.

Her hands are still tugging on his shirt to save Taehyung, but her persistence weakens when she looks at you: guilty and… exposed? “I didn’t know it was him,” she confesses. It is indirect, and doesn’t reveal much except that she kissed the one man she wasn’t supposed to. 

“When?”

“The party,” Taehyung wheezes as he struggles against Jungkook’s arm, his nails drawing blood on his skin. His face is red from the lack of oxygen but he isn’t worried about dying.

“Oh, he put you up to this, didn’t he?” Jungkook speaks through clenched teeth to Soyeon. “They’re setting me up, and who the fuck is watching me?!” 

You stand up slowly and close your textbook with a soft thud, packing your materials so graciously. Your hands are shaking, but the tears blurring your vision don’t matter to you. Soyeon is honest, Taehyung is using his last breaths to tell you the truth, and Jungkook is lying. You sling your bag over your shoulder and trudge to the exit, counting your steps to calm down. You ignore Jungkook asking you where you’re going, Taehyung gasping for breath, and Soyeon telling him to leave you alone. It’s all muffled and you’re too sad to care.

It’s a case of he said she said, but your heart is siding with your friends with how painfully it pounds against your chest. Your trust in Jungkook couldn’t have been that fragile, could it? Why did it break with one sentence? 

Heavy footfalls follow you beyond the exit, but you’re too distracted by trying to move your legs steadily to notice. It isn’t important enough to distract you from someone calling your name though, or the light weight of a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Hm?” you say without looking up, frozen in your steps.

“A-Are you okay?” A smooth voice asks.

“I’m a bit sad,” your voice cracks and wavers from holding back a meltdown, “hurt.” You want to recognize the blurred image of the man standing next to you, so you blink and a tear sheds from each eye. “I told you to never talk to me again, Jimin.” You feel overwhelmed, and yet the memory of the blackmail has little impact on your mess of emotions, but it doesn't help you feel better either.

“Sorry,” he breathes, “I still don’t understand why, but you can do the talking for me. Wh-what happened?”

“Why do you ask? So you can use that against me too?” you scoff through the lump in your throat. Confusion washes his soft features, so you add, “maybe another handjob for it?” You shrug off his hand and continue your walk of shame. 

“I-I’ve never used anything against you, what are you talking about?” He’s chasing after you and it’s a bit of help in swaying your thoughts in a different direction, and your emotions towards anger and disbelief instead.

“Does a video ring a bell? The one you threatened to leak if I didn’t touch your…” You groan to yourself and quicken your pace towards your dorm. Maybe you could mope comfortably in there without the annoying presence of an arch enemy, who is feeding you more lies than you’re capable of consuming in one day. 

“What? I never— Listen, I deleted that video the second I received it. Whoever told you that was lying, please!”

It seems that everything you know boils down to Jungkook lying. His love was a lie too, apparently. Maybe the Jungkook you know is just one big fat lie who can’t seem to tell you the truth in any moment you’ve been with him. How many times do you need to hear from others and yourself that Jungkook is lying?

“I know,” you whimper and run off.

Once Taehyung catches his breath after coughing for a minute straight with a fresh bruise blossoming on his neck, he interrupts the hushed argument between Jungkook and Soyeon by asking, “Where’d she go?”

“I don’t know, but you’re going straight to hell once I fucking kill you for good,” Jungkook fumes with flushed cheeks. 

“If you die by murder, you go straight to Heaven. How do you not know this?” His voice is low from the assault and his throat aches, but he still attempts to lighten the mood. 

“I swear to fucking God, Taehyung—” Jungkook stops his threat when he sees Soyeon sneakily walking away. “Where the fuck are you going?”

“Air,” Soyeon vaguely answers.

“Bullshit.” Jungkook tries to go after her, wanting to be the first to find your dorm so she doesn't say more about that night, but Taehyung holds onto his wrist to stop him. 

“She needs time—”

“Fuck off.”

When Jungkook begins to walk off after yanking off his hand, Taehyung immediately searches around the room and takes out a pen from a cup on the reception desk before jumping Jungkook from behind just as he was about to leave. They struggle against each other and start rolling around, but Taehyung is driven by adrenaline as he grounds himself on top of him. He holds him down with his legs and uncaps the pen to start writing on his forehead.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Everyone in the library peeks at the commotion due to Jungkook’s loud yell, but neither of them pay mind as he tries to move away from the pen.

“See if she takes you seriously with dick written on your forehead,” Taehyung chuckles before sprinting off with him hot on his tail. Jungkook is stronger, but Taehyung is much faster as he loses him pretty quickly by hiding in an occupied lecture hall. The professor looks at him questioningly but he thinks fast and breathlessly asks the students, “Is Jeon Jungkook here? The headmaster is looking for him.” Some people search for him, but when no one makes a peep, he escapes the room and Jungkook’s wrath.

Now to go to your dorm before Jungkook scrubs off the ink…

“I didn’t know his name,” Soyeon murmurs while fidgeting with her fingers. When she came in the room, you were muffling your sobs with your pillow and all she saw was your jerking shoulders. She tried to comfort you, to hug you, but you weren’t exactly being friendly, and the setting is pretty much the same except she’s sitting on your bed while you still cry. “I asked people what he looked like, but it was just a description of every guy in the room. He wasn’t around for them to point at, and so I thought maybe he didn’t come. Then this guy kisses me on this couch, feels guilty about it, and tells me his name. I-I didn’t know it was Jungkook. He left for you anyway…”

Her attempt at consolation is fruitless because it only makes you cry harder. She rubs your back soothingly before standing up. “I’ll check up on you later. Let me know if you need anything, okay?” You nod against your stained pillow. 

The moment she opens the door, Taehyung’s fist misses her head by an inch. “Oops,” he says before gently pushing her aside by her shoulder and entering. His eyes fall on your fetal position first thing and he pouts at you. “Aw, baby—”

“She doesn’t want to talk right now.”

“I’m good company,” he dismisses her with a flick of his wrist, “you can go.”

She rolls her eyes before shutting the door, and it’s only you and him now. Your hiccups fill the room as he sadly watches you, a quiet sigh leaving his mouth. “I tried to tell you. Well, I tried to get him to tell you.”

“Y-You said,” you snivel against the sheet, “th-that he was whipped for me.”

I said that to get you to open up. Even in his head it sounds cruel, so he rethinks his response with a grimace. “Jungkook told me he liked you.” Maybe shifting the blame wasn’t exactly much better, especially since he told him that after the claim, but you have enough on your plate.

“H-He told me he loved me,” you hiccup, releasing your death grip on the poor pillow. It’s a mask rather than a silencer now. Taehyung widens his eyes to himself and purses his lips. He takes Soyeon’s former seat and turns you on your back. His heart sinks a little when he sees your face: red nose, heavy lids, bloodshot eyes and quivering lips with messy hair. You look really pretty to him right now. “He lies so much. H-He even made me give Jimin a handjob.”

“Made you?” he repeats with his thumb drawing circular patterns on your collarbone. 

You nod. “It’s a long story, and I don’t want to talk about it. It was horrible.”

His brows furrow at your tone. “That’s so fucked up... Man, you need to avoid him.”

“Jimin?”

“Jungkook. That’s too twisted, even for him. You’re an angel…” his palm reaches for your cheek and his thumb continues its soothing motions. “You didn’t deserve it.”

“Thank you,” you mouth and fresh tears brim as you try to swallow. It feels like you’re sick all over again, except there’s no misunderstanding to clear this time. He wipes a stray teardrop and smiles down at you; it’s a relaxing gesture. You close your eyes and hold onto his wrist, snuggling into his warm hand.

“I sound really cheesy, don’t I?” he chuckles. “Can’t lie, wish I had someone call me an angel after I caught my ex cheating on me.”

An involuntary giggle erupts from your mouth at his joke. “You’re an angel, Taehyung. An angel in disguise.” You peek at him before fluttering your eyes shut again. A pursed smile graces his lips, and he’s convinced he isn’t interested in you romantically, that it was just an invisible force drawing him closer to you, that he wasn’t the one aiming for your lips until a pound on the door resounds in the room.

You flinch away from his hand and he pulls back instantly; both of your heads shoot to the source of the noise. 

“Open up!” Jungkook yells and continues fisting the door. “Open the fucking door!” Taehyung holds a finger against his lips, signalling you to stay silent until he leaves. “I want to talk. Open the door… please.” Neither of you say anything.

“Fine,” he agrees, “don’t talk. I’ll talk, but at least give me a sign that you’re here.” Before Taehyung can stop you, you rush to the door and knock once. You hear him slide down the door, presumably leaning his back against it and sitting on the floor. “Okay. I’m sor— They were lying—” you slam your fist against the door in denial. “Okay! But they weren’t telling the whole truth back there. I was um… on drugs. I was really fucking high, okay?”

“Yet your high-self still managed to yell at me! Clearly you weren’t high out of your mind,” you snap menacingly. He flinches at your sudden shut-down; he’s never heard you yell at him before, nor has he ever been the victim of your anger. It makes his heart drop.

“That was like, three hours after I got high! I was practically sober, plus, you weren’t talking to me that day!”

“I had lost my voice! I didn’t want you to get sick—"

“I DIDN’T FUCKING KNOW THAT!” 

He gulps at your silence and inhales a deep breath to calm down. He hears you sniffle on the other side. “I-I didn’t know that. You wouldn’t kiss me, wouldn’t talk to me, and I didn’t know why. I thought you stopped loving me and… that really upset me.” He sighs to himself because he’s never opened up so honestly and it’s difficult, but he doesn’t exactly have a choice. It just feels so embarrassing.

Taehyung opens the window of your dorm and climbs out. You don’t see or hear it happen, too invested in your argument to even remember his existence. “Do you remember what I told you the night we did it for the first time?”

His face scrunches as he tries to replay the events beside the sex. The corner of his lip tugs upwards when he recalls you calling him a slut, but he’s still clueless as to why you’re bringing it up. You don’t leave him in the dark for long. “I told you I wouldn’t forgive you a second time.” He gnaws on his lip as his palms feel clammy with nervous sweat. 

“W-We weren’t dating then,” he tries to justify. “I didn’t need forgiveness then. You’re so unfair!” He stands up and knocks with his fist again. “Let’s talk it out face to face, I’ll explain everything. You’re putting me at a disadvantage! Don’t you want clarity? Don’t you want this to work out?!” He starts chanting your name when you don’t answer. “I will break down this fucking door if you don’t open it,” he doesn’t sound nearly as intimidating as he usually does when threatening; he sounds more like he’s a second away from breaking down himself. “No, no… please. I-I’ll kiss another girl if you break up with me! You don’t want that, right? So just open the door.” 

His tough façade crumbles the longer you ignore him, and he can’t believe the heavy weight he feels all over his body wants to leave in the form of tears. It stings in his eyes but he doesn’t dare let them fall. “You’re so fucking cruel!” He twists the door handle violently; desperately. A dry sob escapes him as he kicks the door one last time. “Oh God, oh God…” he tries to breathe but it doesn’t enter his lungs. It’s like being choked with a noose as he gasps and a tear runs down his cheek. His wheezes become so loud that you start hearing them and grow concerned.

You consider the possibility that it’s one of his tactics, trying to manipulate you, but you open the door anyway. It’s a slight crack and you barely get a look at him before he pushes it open completely and forces his way in. He sits on your bed and his shoulders hunch, breaths still shallow. “I didn’t mean it. I don’t like her, never did, I only— I was mad, and I couldn’t go through with it, and I’ve never shown you affection b-because I’ve only ever received it from you—” you hush his rambling with a hug, but he continues with his head against your stomach anyway, “I’ve never been in a relationship and I’m a fucking mess and I understand why you wouldn’t want to be with me, but please don’t leave me. I’ll do my homework, I’ll stop being mean, I won’t even talk if you don’t want me to, but please don’t stop talking to me.”

“Jungkook…” you trail in shock. “I’m here. Take a deep breath.” When he tries, it’s so shaky that it makes you tear up for the umpteenth time. You’re a mess with him. “In and out, love, in and out.” You would do it with him like an instructor, but it’s not possible when he’s squeezing your waist so tightly. It takes a few minutes for him to relax his grip and he looks up at you pitifully. “It’s okay,” you assure and pet his hair, “you’re okay.”

“I’m sorry. I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“I love you most,” he exhales. “I mean… I realized that night, that I only want to be with…”

“I get it,” you whisper to comfort him, knowing he has struggles with expressing himself, but he doesn’t stop. He wants to get it off his chest, and he quietly tells you, “I kissed another girl when I wanted to make you jealous, and then another to forget. I don’t want to do that, I mean I only want to kiss… you.”

You initiate it first by leaning down to peck his lips, and you don’t pull away too far. You peck him again, and then start kissing him. He’s never been this slow with you before, but the panic attack must have drained him. It’s the way that he doesn’t immediately turn it heated with the intent of taking it to the third base that warms your heart. He’s hesitant and taking his time, mindful of your reactions because you’re in control for once. You’re aware of how vulnerable he is being with you, and he conveys that with the gentle press of his lips. 

He whimpers into the kiss, and it’s so quiet and mournful that you lean back but he chases after you. He doesn’t want to stop like you’d assumed, so you place your knees on either side of him and hover over his thighs. Even his hands are hesitant as he lightly sits you down on his lap by pulling your waist. You smile against him and with his submission, you swipe your tongue across his lip. He opens for you. You roll your tongue around his, and he eventually begins to suck on yours. There’s a pit in your stomach that confuses you; is it arousal? Flattery? You feel so special because you know he hasn’t been like this with anyone else; so powerless and passive.

It’s passionate. You inch your body a little closer to him and he grunts when you brush against his crotch before settling down. This isn’t about sexual needs, and you don’t treat it as such but your body has a mind of its own with its constant shuffling that turns him on. He doesn’t want to feel that way, but his hips have a subtle way of thrusting beneath you. His hums rumble and you kiss him harder, losing all your senses except for the warmth of his skin. You don’t notice him controlling the movement of your hips because he’s taking it slow, and you don’t need to know why he’s quietly moaning into you.

At least no one’s watching him now. 

You pull back in surprise when he groans loudly, and you know he’s back to himself as his actions grow rough. You’re practically jumping when he grinds on you with his spit all over your mouth because of his explorative tongue. From past experience, you’ve figured out that Jungkook is more honest when he’s in the heat of the moment, so you inquire against his lips, “Why did you lie to me about Jimin?”

“That fucking freak,” he growls, “I needed a reason to get you to hate him. He didn’t stop you when it happened, did he?” 

Still manipulative. “Will you do the same with Taehyung?”

“No, I,” his thrusts slow down, “I’m gonna, err…” He looks at you for help.

“You’re gonna be a good boy and talk things out with him, right?”

“Right,” he breathes, “talk.” He slams his lips against yours again, and it’s not long before he sighs at his climax with your cooperation. There’s a small patch growing on his pants through his underwear, and he cusses when he notices it. He pecks you one last time before hugging you and laying on the bed, cuddling you like a blanket. “Do you forgive me?” 

You rest your head on his chest and feel his pulse to contemplate. He brings a hand up to your hair and starts running his fingers through it, unbothered by your lack of answer. “I’ll make it up to you,” he says. “Do you…” he clears his throat, “do you maybe want to have dinner with me?”

“Like a date?” you tease with a grin.

“Yes.”

“There’s my answer,” you lift your head to wink up at him. “But if you test me again, I’ll break your heart just as you did mine. Don’t worry though,” you whisper, “I’ll never leave you.”