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charnelhouse · 4 years ago

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as loved ones would (2)

Pairing: Will Miller x F!Reader, Benny Miller x F!Reader Words: 5K Warnings: Smut. Cheating ish. Death. Self-harm. Violence. Grief. Man-bun Will (bc Hunnam looks good with it. sue me for damages). Summary: Will's alive. You and Benny deal with the consequences of your actions. A/N: This is the final part. Hope you enjoy. I'm nervous!

Part One Santi’s phone rings while he’s in a drive-thru. It’s almost comical. He’s irritated with the car in front of him for taking too long. He just wants some damn fries.

He doesn’t even take a second look at the number when he answers his cell.

“Yeah?” he greets them.

“Pope.”

The voice is low and ragged. Santi flinches - his hands sweat around the steering wheel as he blinks dumbly ahead of him.

“Pope. Are you there?”

His stomach has dropped to the floor - has gone underground. He recognizes that voice - the cadence - the grit. All of it.

“Will?” he gasps as the car behind him honks.

He realizes there’s no one in front of him.

***

Santi knows about you and Benny. He’s not an idiot. Benny essentially lives at your house. He takes care of you. He watches you with an intensity that takes both him and Frankie aback.

Santi comes over in the morning - coffees in hand - and Benny opens the door with his hair disheveled and his mouth bruised. The gleam of sweat on his brow.

“Did you just go on a run?”

Benny rubs at the nape of his neck. “Yeah - I did.”

Even though he is still in his boxers. Even though there is a blatant hickey along his collarbone. Even though Santi sees streaks of red down his shoulder blades when he turns around.

***

One night, they all go to a bar together, hoping it’ll help you - get you out of the damn house that is singed with death and grief. Frankie stares as Benny keeps his eyes pinned to your movements - his lips breaking out into a smile as you make a joke or knock him in the shoulder. He glues himself to your side all night - pushing his chest against your back or twisting his stool so he can face you fully.

Protective. Possessive.

But the bar seems to remind you of Will and Frankie curses himself for bringing you back here. Your lip keeps trembling as you wipe at your eyes. It doesn’t help that everyone stops at their table. It’s a small town so you’re constantly running into people who want to offer their condolences even though it’s already been over a month. Frankie, Benny, and Santi finally just start glaring daggers at anyone who dares approach them.

You get drunk and morose and Benny has to drag you back to the car. You’re a mess and you reach for him - trying to grab hold of his shoulders - his shirt. You try to climb into his lap right in the damn parking lot.

“You’re drunk, babe,” he murmurs as he gently tries to buckle you into your seat. You look pitiful - hair in your face and tear tracks streaking through your blush - your make-up that you piled on to try and fix your face. Benny is broken by it and as he runs his hands over your cheeks, the hinge of your jaw you breathe: “Will” and he pulls away - stuffing his hands into his pockets. He moves around the car to get in the driver’s seat.

Santi and Frankie are still in sight and they both just look at each other. They think damn - whatever makes them happy because at the end of the day - they fucking get it. They have all dealt with their trauma in their own way so who are they to judge.

With this knowledge, Santi feels his heart drop when Will calls him. He hears Will’s voice - torn and dry as a bone as if he hasn’t spoken in weeks and knows he has to prepare you. He has to get ahead of this before Will strides up the steps of your porch and comes back to find his little brother hooked into his wife.

They’re soldiers - they're fucking Delta Force - but this is a very very sensitive bomb that needs defusing. This is serious because both Frankie and Santi honestly don’t know if it will drive a wedge or if it will simply be ok.

When Will calls, Santi thanks God that he is already in the damn car. He leaves you a voicemail. He leaves you a second. He’s already driving toward you.

You’ve still got Benny inside you - his big hands spanning your waist - grabbing fistfuls of your ass as he fucks up into you. The course of the rest of your life has teetered right off its axis and turned back to the way you had always planned it - intended.

And you are none the wiser.

Santi is pulling up to your little, white house. The house you bought with Will - the house you dreamed of with Will. Santi is there - outside your front door - when you pick up your phone and hear his voicemail.

Alive. Alive. Alive. Will’s alive.

Ben chokes when you tell him. He stares down at you, his heart hammering in his chest. His hand on your wrist is fiercely warm - his fingers grazing your skin. He’s still half-naked - his belt open and loose.

It feels like the house is falling in on you. It feels like the walls are collapsing.

***

When Will steps onto the porch - you collapse. You fall apart and break - shatter to thousands of pieces and fragments. Will goes right down with you - staggering forward as he gathers you to him - his face in your hair as he inhales the warm, sweet scent of you. That perfume he had dreamed about as he lay grievously injured where he had washed up. Orange blossom. Jasmine. The bite of musk.

He grips your face - holding your gaze as you try and meet it. You’re delirious. It feels as if you are looking blindly into the sun.

“I’m here,” he tells you. “I’m here - I promised you - I promised I wouldn’t leave you.”

He can’t control himself - he lunges for your mouth - crushing his lips to your as he swallows your tongue.

“My girl,” he mumbles between kisses. “My darling girl - I’m so fucking sorry. I’m so sorry.”

You feel ill. You want to puke your guts out in the farm kitchen sink. The one you begged Will to get when they redid the kitchen. He fucked it up and they had to call a plumber.

“Will?” you sob - crack - spill.

“I’m here.”

You watch Will slowly blink as he steps back into his house. His hair is much longer - curling at the nape of his neck. It always grew fast. You know he wore it like this in high school - before the army - before the rest.

Benny is behind him - his hands steady on his shoulders. Your husband looks weak - sun-browned but still exhausted. Thin. You had thought him rotting in the sea - urchins in his sockets. You had thought him turning to bones as fish nibbled and ate. You had thought all about this as you straddled his younger brother - as you sank down on him to the hilt.

Benny.

Your eyes catch his and it must be painted all across your face in blinding, hot-red letters because he shakes his head minutely. They’d have to discuss this later - figure this out.

Will steps into the living room - his broad hand sliding over the curve of the couch. He spots the decorative fruit - ripe in a basket. There’s an orchid centerpiece on the coffee table. Pale purple petals - green, vine-like stems. Mossy grass and tiny rocks.

“That’s nice,” Will remarks.

“It was for your funeral,” you reply without thinking. His head snaps up - his gaze pained.

It’s too much. It’s too fucking much. The room itself is spinning from cream to white to black and pale purple and sharp rocks and lime-green stems and too yellow lemons in their wicker basket. You feel tears feverishly warm and wet burst from your eyes and then you’re escaping - running - out of the room.

You need to be strong for him. You need to be strong.

He’s the one who fucking died.

***

Benny watches your face crumple before you rush to your bedroom - his bedroom - well no not anymore. Will turns toward him - he opens his mouth but nothing comes out. He looks lost. For the first time in his life, Will looks well and truly lost. It startles Benny.

He forgets. He momentarily forgets that only a couple of hours earlier he had just been balls deep in his brother’s wife.

His dead brother. His brother who is staring at him now with such a pathetic expression - his brave, golden god of a brother. He lurches forward again - wrapping his arms around Will’s neck. He’s all wiry now - his hands shaky as they rise up to curl into Benny’s shirt. But he’s breathing and he can hear the blood pumping in Will’s neck.

Benny cries - the tears salty on his lower lip. He wants to enfold himself into Will. He wants to hitch himself into his spirit. He used to wish that as a kid. He’d watch his brother win at all things - watch him be the quarterback of the football team. Watch him crush his SATs - his math exams - his biology project. Watch him come home with ribbons and medals and honor and Will always shook his head - always told him nah man - it’s not what you think - it’s fucking dangerous. Will started sleeping with the hall light on and couldn’t talk about things anymore and Benny wanted to know - wanted to understand. Benny just couldn’t really handle being alone in their hometown and not able to see his brother turn and grow - prosper into something mighty.

He followed him because despite all the years that passed and despite Will’s slow decline into something dark and grieved, Benny desperately wanted to be William Ironhead Miller more than anything else.

And then Will had brought you home and he thought - Jesus Christ - if only if only if only....

“Let me give you guys some space,” Benny offers. “She took it really hard. I think - shit - I think she’s just in shock.”

I think i am too. Just a little. I think i’ve done some things i can’t take back and oh - fucking christ - we thought you were dead, big brother.

Will’s jaw tenses - his hands fisting themselves at his sides. “I never should have taken that job.”

Benny claps him on the shoulder. “It’s done. You’re back. Go talk to your wife.”

The word “wife” hurts him - a pain sharp in his gut. Benny taps it down - buries it where it can’t run.

***

Will aches. There’s still the muddled pain of his injuries from the crash - there’s still the stitched skin that will probably scar something hideous. Most of all he feels fucking guilt-ridden because he had left you.

He saw it in your face - as soon as you’d opened the door. Your under eyes puffy and bruised from weeks of crying. Your skin tinted grey and cheeks hollowed.

He watches you hunched on their bed - your body curving into itself. A little lump.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble as you pick at a loose string on the linen duvet. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” he presses - gently - timidly.

You turn your head - mechanical and stiff. You remind him of a doll with your big eyes and your trembling lip and he had really forgotten just how beautiful you were. He dreamed of you, of course. But seeing you in full, living color...it smacks him in the face.

“For being weak,” you whisper and it comes out so edged - like you are confessing something paramount.

“Baby,” he calls you as he slides next to you on the bed. “You have nothing to apologize for - today - today has been a lot.”

He’d already dealt with Frankie and Santi. His brother.

But - you.

You were who he was most concerned for - who he most wished to have with him one more time. He thought of you when the small plane burst open like a bloated corpse - its structure turning to shards and flame and smoke as the sea drank it down. He shouldn’t have lived. He shouldn’t have been able to get to the shore - to drag himself up the beach so the tide wouldn’t rip him back into its belly.

He gingerly wraps his arms around you - cradles you against his chest. There are silent tears rolling down your cheeks - wetting his thin shirt.

“I died with you,” you sob against his heartbeat. “I died with you.”

He thinks: Oh - you are trying to learn how to come back - to breathe. Both of their lives snuffed in place until he’d struck a new match.

“I’m here,” He tangles his fingers into your hair as he pillows the side of his face across the crown of your head. “Sweetheart - I’m right here.”

***

You wait a couple of days. A week. Two. You need Will like you need air and you cling to him as such - threading your fingers around his wrist - following him around like he might just disappear.

He’s still pulling himself together - trying to gain back the weight he had lost. Neighbors gift them casserole dishes for a whole new reason. All of them crossing themselves and crowing about how if anyone defeated death it would be William Miller.

Will responds politely - his lips quirking, but you know better. He had told you plainly:

I didn’t defeat death. I just got lucky. I just held on for you. I did it for you.

It’s a lot - a lot of responsibility laid at your feet. Will came back for you - heaved himself home - his body bloody with his bones jutting up from his skin and his stomach split and vulnerable.

Benny visits and stays for hours. It would be weird if he didn’t. You don’t even keep your distance - you’re too frazzled - too worn by the resurrection of your dead husband. He helps you in the kitchen - brings you groceries. He smiles at you and you know him well enough to read him when he’s sad. You follow him to his car - cupping his cheek before he can shut the door.

“I love you,” you tell him. “I do.”

His skin seems paper-thin - his fingers clenching white around the steering wheel. “I know.”

“We have to tell him at some point.”

“I know.”

You kind of miss him - the way he felt - the way he thrust himself into you and held your face and panted his heartbeat into your mouth. Maybe because it was grief sex - maybe because it was shadowed in death and a desperation that flowed from you like hot blood.

But Will is the love of your life. Will is your home and sometimes you wonder if you only slept with Benny because he consisted of the last vestiges of his beautiful brother.

No. That wasn’t true or fair.

You had fallen for him somewhere along the way - it might not be ripe with that same love you had for Will, but it was love nonetheless.

You brush your knuckles across Benny’s cheekbone, tickled when pink rushes to the surface.

“You don’t have to coddle me,” he whispers - his ice-chip eyes finding yours. “I get it.”

“I know.”

***

Will builds his strength back up piece by piece. You ply him with so much food - nurse him like an invalid. It’s cute, but he wonders if you’re running away from something - busying yourself so you don’t have to talk about the trauma of losing him.

Your color returns to you - your face softening with each passing day. He hasn’t fucked you - not yet. You kiss him - lips insistent but still gentle. You sit in his lap and ride him over his sweats or his jeans and he could cum like that - he really could but he waits and he waits...

One night they’re watching a movie: something cheap and stupid about ghosts or a serial killer. He feels it inside him - burning - tender - he slips down to the floor as you regard him with confusion and then surprise. He parts your knees - bending them back - shoving your loose nightshirt up over your pretty tits. He puts his mouth on the cotton of your underwear - grinning when you tremble and release the tiniest - sweetest - moan. He gathers saliva on his tongue before he hitches your panties to the side to see you fully: glossy and swollen and fluttering for him.

He leans forward to lick a firm stripe up your folds. You fist your hands into his scalp - yanking out the man-bun he’s had to shove his long hair into. It’s good for something apparently as you rock into his mouth - leveraging yourself as you rip at his locks. It stings - just enough for it to send pleasure straight to his cock.

“C’mon - baby girl,” he husks. “Let me taste that wet little pussy.”

He pushes his fingers into you and curls them up.

“Will,” you whine. “Fuck - that feels so good.”

He makes you cum without doing much. You’re clit hard and sensitive between his lips as he sucks while you contract around the joints of his middle and forefinger.

He doesn’t expect anything in return. He doesn’t need it. But you’re kiss-bruised and panting and when you drag him up to your precious mouth, you purr: fuck me.

***

Oh - it’s just as you remembered. The sex. The way Will could eat you out and make you gush with such deft precision. You could compare him to Benny - toss them up side by side: Will’s strategic, deliberate talent next to Benny’s messy, fervent pace.

But you shove that thought away - push it down until it can’t breathe.

Will’s kiss hurts. He slots his mouth over yours - stroking the cup of wet heat with his adamant tongue as his thumbs sweep over your cheeks.

“I missed you,” he mutters between kisses. “Missed you. Missed you. Thought of nothing else.”

You don’t know when you lose your clothes or when he loses his, but suddenly you’re bare and churning like sharp electricity as he pins you to their marital bed. He enters you with a brutal snap of his hips - it punches a gasp from your lungs - makes your nails carve divots into the muscles of his back.

“Shit,” he hisses as he sinks to the hilt. “Shit - I’m sorry. Too rough?”

You shake your head. “No - Will. Make me yours. Please.”

And hadn’t you been his all along but what did it matter - what did it matter when he was once more inside you and alive and gorgeous as ever.

He’s feral with it - his pace lacking all of his stable control as he clutches the headboard - plants his knees and slams into you. His face is inches from yours. You can see him grit his teeth - can admire the dark fringe of his lashes. His golden hair that now curls at his neck like he’s some sort of Apollo.

He impales you on his cock, grabbing your thighs to lift you higher. He tilts your pelvis up to meet the downward thrust of his body. The headboard bangs against the wall - the noise sealed under his ragged grunts and your high-pitched whimpers.

His strokes are powerful. The weight of his thick length shearing through your walls makes you spill around him - makes you spasm as your lower muscles bear down on each unforgiving punch of his cock. He pulls out before driving forward - again and again. Your skin is prickling. The slow build of an orgasm winds up your spine before tethering itself to your ribs and your lungs and plunging down to your pulsing core. His palms on your face - one more time - forcing your mouth open to meet the wet scrape of his tongue.

You shove your nose into his throat - into the curtain of his hair. He smells of soap and the heady brush of his sweat - the musky tang of yourself still caught up in his stubble. He hitches your legs higher - nearly curling into a C as he balances you on his lap and pounds up into you. He kisses you hungrily - insistently - his heavy cock surging to the edge of your womb as it stretches you open.

“Gorgeous girl,” he slips against your tongue. “I love you.”

***

Will heals. You heal. Benny still comes over like he hadn’t essentially lived in their house for months.

He dreams of you. He can’t help it.

He sees you spread out before him - your fingers clenching around the edge of the mattress. Your knee over his shoulder. He rolls his hips - pushing as deep as he can go - gliding through the slick as you pant.

“Good girl,” he tells you - his hand clawed possessively into your hair. “Good girl.”

It makes you writhe on his cock - makes you burst apart on his tongue. There’s always a mirror - shiny and clean - reflecting beams of light across the white sheets that are muddied with funeral dirt and sometimes blood. Yours or his - he isn’t sure.

The dream always ends the same.

Benny tears his eyes away from you and looks into the mirror. He sees that he isn’t himself at all. He’s his brother. He’s Will.

***

You aren’t scared. Not entirely.

The guilt is painful - its talons crunching through the meat of your lungs. You know that you have to say something. It’s the only way. You want to be honest with Will - pave that broken road so that they can start anew. He’s talking babies - talking school districts and consultant jobs that won’t mean his death sentence should one thing go wrong.

Thank God you still had that damn IUD in when you started up with Benny. It would be just your luck that you’d end up knocked up with the wrong Miller kid.

You call Ben and when he answers - his voice is raspy and indulgent as if he’s pressing his face into your shoulder - nipping your neck.

“Hey babe,” he says. “What’s up?”

“I think it’s time,” you murmur - pulling at the fabric of your legging - enjoying the snap of it against your skin. You still liked pain - those old ghosts had reared their ugly heads when Will “died”. They hadn’t entirely gone away, but you would work on it.

Will was adamant about that.

A couple of weeks after he had come back, you had stepped out of the shower and he had seen the cuts on your upper thigh. The places you had dug your nails until blood bloomed like Rorschach ink blots.

“Oh honey,” he had moaned, sounding broken and torn apart.

He had cried then, the first time since he’d returned. Tears welled up in those sea-blue eyes as he fell to his knees. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing his cheek into your belly. He’d stroked his lips over the cuts - the faded scars. He knew all about them. It was something they bonded over - the amount of therapy they needed to navigate through life.

He blamed himself, of course. He blamed himself for your own behavior.

“It’s not your fault, Will,” you murmured against his silky scalp. “It’s not your fault. I’ll work on it - I’ll talk to someone.”

That’s how it went with their relationship - the cyclical - snake eating its own tail - blame and forgiveness and therapy. That was why you had to be forthright with him - get this off your chest before it came back to slice into them when the wounds had already healed up.

“Okay,” Benny agrees. “We’ll tell him Friday.”

***

You don’t recall exactly how you phrase it. You’re too busy staring at the broadness of your husband’s shoulders - the pale green oven behind them - the butcher block of the island at his waist. It’s a stream of consciousness - sentences and fragments of words and some tears spilling forth and splattering Will in his stunned face.

His eyebrows lift - his lips part momentarily before he shuts them again. His jaw flexes as his fingers curl into fists at his side.

“I know it was wrong - I’m so fucking sorry. I was just - we were just -” you gesture towards Benny who is slumped against the counter. “We were sad. I thought I’d die without you and it sort of just happened.”

He swallows thick and when he speaks his tone is harsh - raspy - like he hadn’t spoken for weeks. A throat full of cobwebs. “How many times?”

Fuck.

“More than once.”

He tips his chin up - his eyes shining as he regards you stiffly. “That could mean twice or that could mean a hundred, baby.” The baby pops out like a curse. He swirls the amber liquor in his glass before placing it on the butcher block between them. “Or do you not even know?”

You bite down on your tongue - running a shaky hand through your hair. “I don’t know.”

He looks like you’ve shot him - stabbed him right in the gut. He turns to Benny.

“Are you not going to say anything, Ben?” he growls. “Or are you going to make her do all the talking?”

Benny’s cheeks grow pink - his backward cap making him look a lot younger than he is. “Maybe you shouldn’t have taken that job.”

Your gaze snaps to Benny. His brow is furrowed - his eyes narrowed to slits. What the fuck? This was absolutely not the plan.

“Ben,” you hiss but he ignores you.

You realize that it’s not shame that’s bleeding right through Benny. It’s anger. It’s defensiveness.

Will is already striding across the room and you have no idea what to do here. Step between them? Call Santi or Frankie before one of them kills the other?

Will’s fury flashes flame-red across his face. His nostrils flaring as his lips curl back. The thing about Will is that despite his blonde, blue loveliness - his features can lean towards cruel. He fists his hands into Benny’s shirt and pins him to the wall hard enough that the china trembles in the cupboard.

“Come again?” Will asks.

“You left us,” he accuses - his arms falling limp beside him. “You didn’t tell us shit and you left.”

“So that gave you a reason to fuck my wife.”

You see glimmers of old Will. The Will whose anger was legendary - whose heart was in the right place but pumped too feverish and violent. It charged him full of adrenaline and made him blind.

“Will,” you breathe, but it bounces off his back. He tugs away from your grip - your voice - he falls and falls away.

Finally - Benny cracks.

“You died, man!” he shouts. “You fucking died and both of us were left alone with it. We - we didn’t mean for it to happen.”

“Ben,” Will says slowly - dangerously. “I wouldn’t say sticking your dick in her was an accident.”

Ben pushes Will back so forcefully that he stumbles into the corner of the butcher block. “No,” he replies. “No that’s not what I’m fucking saying. We were grieving - we were out of our heads. We didn’t know what to do -”

“Benny-” Will warns.

Benny’s eyes find yours - his expression both devastated and resolute. He looks back at his brother before he pokes him hard in the chest - desperate to make a point.

“If it makes you feel any better, every time I fucked her, she only said your name.”

Oh. No.

Will’s face pales before it just blanks out. It goes still like an apex predator - like something mythological and feral and again - you think of Apollo. You envision Benny as the shadow at his brother’s heels - strapped to the wheels of his chariot - longing to burn in the sun.

“Will,” you plead, but it’s too late. He punches Benny so brutally that he flies back into the wall. A small spray of blood decorates the counter. You rush to Ben - gripping his face as he blinks up at you before he spits red across the linoleum.

He’s fine. Bruised - but fine.

You don’t know what to do. You don’t know where to go with this?

Will’s hand abruptly appears next to you - outstretched and broad as he offers it to Benny. Stunned, you scramble to your feet, allowing them room.

Like the brief arc of a shooting star, the rage in Will’s eyes has faded as quickly as it began. The gas has blown to wisps. He’s deflating - breathing deep - trying to control it. Benny lets Will help him up - lets him push an icy bag of peas into his lap.

They speak to each other in low voices that are difficult to parse. Perhaps it’s the leftover language from when they were boys and running wild on the outskirts of Texas. Ben called it “their strange telepathy”.

“It was as if we were twins or joined spirits. I don’t know. It helped us out a lot even we were overseas.”

Benny wipes at his eyes - smears blood across his jaw. His lips quirk as his brother squeezes his shoulder.

Will runs a trembling hand over his brow - sucking his lower lip between his teeth before he finally faces you. “Let’s go for a walk.”

***

They walk for a long time - maybe a couple of miles. The sun has drifted from blood orange to near-purple as it descends below the horizon. There’s fields of wheat - old farms. You miss the ocean and you wonder if your husband will ever be able to look at the ocean again.

You do well with silence. The bite of afternoon heat fading to a cooler wash. At some point, Will threads his fingers through yours - the pulse of his heartbeat throbbing through his wrist.

You guess that maybe he understands. You guess that he's probably utilizing all the tools of therapy in his arsenal to keep his head on straight right now.

There’s the rustle of waxen leaves - the din of traffic from the highway to the East. The smell of Indian Summer as it rolls toward them with its heat and its dust.

He squeezes your hand.

“Is it me?” he asks suddenly.

You stop in your tracks before you slowly turn toward him. He’s alarmingly handsome - the crush of evening pooling navy over his face as he regards you nervously. Even at night - he shines golden.

Still an Apollo beneath the stretch of stars.

His form is rigid with self-doubt as it thrums: Who do you want? Who do you choose?

Isn't it obvious?

You stand on your toes to cup his jaw. He inhales sharply - his body tensing - his cheek blood-hot in your palm. You lean in to kiss him.

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captains-simp · 4 years ago

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Carol Danvers ~ Two Sides Of The Same Coin

Chapter 1: Audacity

The bounty of a lifetime isn't one you're about to turn down, despite the life threatening challenges and rivals. The most irritating of which is an intergalactic superhero who becomes insistent on aiding you, whether you like it or not

Two

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Buy me a coffee ☕

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"For the hundredth time, I don't know where he is! Either buy something or go someplace else."

Fuck, another dead end.

You searched the bartender's irritated eyes for any trace of a lie, already knowing you wouldn't find any but still holding onto a glimmer of hope you would catch a trace of something.

Nothing.

What had hope ever gotten you anyway?

"Just some Asgardian ale." You muttered. You really shouldn't have been buying such an expensive drink. Not to mention wouldn't be able to have much of it due to your plans of not passing out drunk that night. But you were just as frustrated and tired as the bartender.

A break could help. You lied.

You paid the bartender and tried to ignore the harsh feeling of regret already being planted in your gut. At least the alcohol would get rid of that - before it got worse.

Taking the glass, you dragged yourself to the back of the bar towards the corner you thought you wouldn't be disturbed in. That was usually the kind of environment you had your best ideas and tactics planned. The noise stopped your mind from wandering and the low level allowed you to concentrate. Even the slight buzz of the alcohol had its advantages.

But there was no success that night.

The bartender knew nothing. He was your final lead who would corporate with you. The next person you visited would be far less welcoming.

You had known that would happen when you accepted the job. It was going to be the hardest one you ever did, and the most rewarding. You had to keep reminding yourself that.

You're going to make a lot of enemies. You warned yourself for the hundredth time that week. It was true, you would. The number of people you could trust would plummet. You would have your own hit on your head. Was that really something you were prepared for?

I already have. Nothing will change. I've prepared for this. This is the bounty of a lifetime.

You were staring into your glass when she sat down. Her blonde locks were a blur in your peripheral, a momentary distraction from the recognisable colours of her suit.

It was hard to comprehend it for a second. She had arrived so suddenly and caught you unaware. Something you weren't familiar with. It was unnerving.

You sat upright and met her studious gaze. She was watching you carefully, as though trying to get a read on you. You did the same.

You had always wondered, maybe even hoped, that you would meet her. You were in two different lines of business but it wasn't like you hadn't crossed paths with heros before. There was usually some kind of mutual understanding, even some respect. You were quick to learn there wouldn't be any of that from her - not in that bar.

"Y/l/n." Carol stated, as though the pair of you were already acquainted. But it was far from a warm greeting.

Part of you wondered if you had done something illegal in your last job. Usually things like that were never dealt with, no one had the time to be chasing around bounty hunters when they were practically always on the move (and you saved the authorities a lot of trouble).

"Danvers." You replied. Both of you maintaining your stoic expressions.

"Captain Danvers." She corrected. You didn't acknowledge that and made no effort to correct yourself, wondering if it would damage that ego you had heard so much about, so she continued. "I've heard you have some information that could be of interest." She said. You didn't like where that was going. "What do you know about Daexire?" Fuck all. "Working progress." She quipped an eyebrow at that and waited for you to elaborate. You hoped she would be quick to catch on that you weren't much of a talker and that you had no interest in letting her swoop in to take your bounty.

"Do you know where he is?" God, no.

You breathed deeply through your nose before you leant forward onto your arms and flicked the side of your glass. The sound carried between you for a brief moment.

"Do you really think I would be sat here if I did?" Carol's eyes flicked down to the liquid in your glass, took in your outfit then finally returned to your slightly narrowed eyes.

"I wouldn't be surprised." You put a lid on the anger starting to replace the regret in your guts.

You were about to assure her that wasn't what you did, that whoever had told her about you didn't know you at all. She started talking again before you could, not picking up on - or maybe just not acknowledging - the trace of annoyance that may have slipped. You blamed the alcohol for that.

"Do you know anyone who does?" You did. That was a long list you were working through. Daexire was a famous man. But he was also a feared and respected one. Both were hard to overcome.

"I don't." Had it been another bounty and another hero, you would have told them. However a bounty like it wouldn't come up again, it was what you needed to escape that life you had forced yourself into. And Carol's complete disregard of your capabilites was definetly something that was going to encourage you. Maybe your pride was a little fragile.

Carol narrowed her eyes at you for longer than you were comfortable with, because you both knew she didn't believe you. You also both knew that you wouldn't tell her anything different. Yet she persisted.

"Daexire is a powerful man. He abuses that power and will continue to do so until he's stopped." The seriousness of her voice had a small voice in the back of your head urge you to tell her what she needed to know. She was right. Daexire was powerful, and so was Carol. But you knew what you were doing too.

"So I hear." Was all you said as your eyes stayed fixed on hers.

"This is serious, y/l/n." Carol warned.

"So I hear." Her jaw clenched firmly at that. You were glad to see you had gained the upper hand in some way. It certainly encouraged you.

"You're in way over your head with Daexire." It was your turn to clench your jaw. She didn't even give you the benefit of the doubt.

"And what makes you think you're not?"

Without a word, Carol held her arm out at her side and aimed her fist at an area over your shoulder. Swirls of yellow light flowed around her fist with spikes of blue and red among it.

There was no time to admire the lightshow. A blast of energy left her fist and fired across the bar, sending everyone into panic.

Everyone ducked down to avoid the blast and it's damage but you weren't focused on them, or even the photon blast. Sure, it was a little close for comfort, but Carol wouldn't hurt you. That you were certain of.

"You want to distract Daexire with a lightshow?" You quipped, feigning disinterest. Carol was far from pleased with that.

"You're going to get yourself killed trying to capture him." She no longer held herself back, set on saying something to make you second guess your stubborness. "Just tell me who can lead me to him and it will all be over so much quicker." Carol was growing impatient and didn't try to hide it, or perhaps she was unable to. You had been taking the piss more than anyone had in a long time.

"I can handle myself and I can handle Daexire." Your confidence in your knowledge and abilities had never failed you before.

You downed the Asgardian ale in one before Carol could get another word in. Embracing the instant, electrifying burn of the alcohol, you stood up from your seat and left the bar without looking back at Captain Marvel.

* * *

"I don't know anything." He was lying through his teeth, which were currently tainted a light red from the blood in his mouth.

Just as you had guessed, your visit wasn't welcome. The moment he opened the door to you he tried to slam it in your face upon recognition, instantly attempting to flee through the back door. He had put up a fight when you caught him - a surprisingly long one - that had ended with him tired to his own chair while you looked around the house and asked him questions.

You found nothing. You knew Daexire never liked having a paper trail of his work, but you would be kicking yourself if you didn't try.

"What was the last thing you designed for him?" You asked as your eyes wondered across the mantelpiece.

The man, Owen, was renowned for his weapons. They weren't exactly your style, but you had seen enough close up demonstrations of those weapons to know they were efficient to say the least.

They were all overtly large and had a hell of a kick to them (and must be a joy to try out) not to mention the most expensive weapons on the black market. So it was no surprise there had been countless rumours that Owen had designed one or two things special for Daexire. Whether it was a spineless ass-kissing attempt, a try for an alliance or just fear of being on Daexire's bad side, you weren't sure.

"Nothing. I've never had any business with him." You didn't have to turn around to know he was lying. Having him in your peripheral was enough.

"You're not getting out of that chair until I'm satisfied with what you tell me." You said, eyeing the figurine of an old fashioned Earth car.

"I have nothing else to say." Owen scowled.

"Maybe we could have a chat instead?" You spun around at the sound of the cocky voice.

Carol met you with an arrogant smirk at the sight of your confusion, wanting to know how she had snuck up on you without you noticing...again!

You watched her in annoyance as she strolled across the room towards Owen.

"Seems like you do know people who can help, y/l/n."

"Must have slipped my mind." Not bothering to conceal the lie. Carol hummed in response and trailed her focus back to Owen.

"Daexire. Where is he?" Carol demanded in a no-bullshit tone. You watched Owen carefully, curious to see if he was going to respond differently to the arrogant blonde, that would definetly be irritating.

"I already told that crazy bitch," he nodded in your direction, "I don't know." That wasn't a lie. He really didn't know. That didn't mean there wasn't other things he could share.

Carol clearly hadn't come to the same conclusion. In a second she had her arm raised and fired a photon blast across the room, making a prominent indent in the wall. That's getting annoying really quickly.

"He really doesn't know." You said as you leant back against the wall, your arms crossed as you watched the interaction.

"And how are you so sure?" Carol asked, completly unconvinced.

The corner of your lip twitched into a small smile. You weren't going to let Carol in on your secrets. At least not yet.

"I just do. So leave it."

"No chance." The swirls around her wrist started up again and this time Carol levelled her arm to Owen's chest. She wouldn't...would she?

Owen seemed skeptical too, willing to try his luck. "You're not going to kill me."

"Who said anything about killing? There isn't just one level to this thing, you know? It could just hurt...really badly." Carol left her implications hanging in the air as you both watched Owen fidget in his seat.

"I really don't know where he is-" Carol's fist lit up more and a soft hum emanated from it warningly. "Because no one does." He said in a rush, turning his face away. "He knows about the bounty and he doesn't trust anyone right now." Owen explained as fast as he could.

Carol glanced over at you, much to your surprise, and you nodded. He was telling the truth.

"So he's scared?" Carol asked, still holding her fist close.

"He's preparing."

"For what? Me?" You rolled your eyes and tried to ignore Carol's I'm-the-centre-of-the-universe attitude.

"For anything." That had you wondering just how many people were going after Daexire. You had assumed it would be very few. For most they wouldn't even come close and if they did it would be certain death.

"And that's all you know?" You knew it needed to be asked, but you hated that question because you were already certain of the answer. You looked up to have your thoughts confirmed. Truth.

You walked towards Owen and took a knife from your belt. He leant away for a moment but relaxed when you started cutting the ties.

Another dead end. You pondered if the knowledge that a lot of people were after Daexire would help you at some point. You knew you shouldn't let that optimism distract you.

"Thank you for your cooperation." Carol said in a mocking business woman tone.

Owen made the smart decision of not responding and rubbed his wrists as he watched the pair of you leave with another scowl.

"So where now?" Carol asked as you stepped out the door of the house with the blonde right behind you.

"Were you following me?" You accused as you took a step back to put some space between you.

"Yep." You didn't know if it was that Carol knew you would see through her lie or just that she wanted to declare that with some pride. The smug look on her face told you it was the latter.

It has been a couple days since your meeting in the bar. You would be lying if you said Carol hadn't popped up in your mind since then, wondering if you had made the right decision in brushing her off. But you really hadn't expected her to be following you.

"Well stop. This isn't happening." You motioned between the pair of you and made your way back to your ship to consider your options.

"I helped you out in there!" Carol called out as she jogged to catch up with you.

"You did fuck all." You scoffed. She didn't have a reply for that. You weren't entirely right - she did help - but you would have been fine on your own. Interrogation was something you excelled at. It wouldn't have taken you long to get those answers on your own.

"I can help." She insisted.

"Then help yourself, Danvers." Deliberately not calling her Captain.

You remotely opened the cargo door of your ship from the device around your forearm before you turned around to get another look at Carol.

"And don't follow me." You said as the door closed. She made no objections, but something told you you would be seeing the blonde hero again.

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chokemeanakin · 4 years ago

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idk if you do like song request sorta things, but could you do a fic based on the song "night bus" by gabrielle alpin? especially the "suddenly i know that i'm on my way home to you for the last time" part--maybe an angsty sort of thing where the reader and anakin's relationship gets discovered and she gets sent away or smth? idk i couldn't stop thinking ab it last night and i have no motivation to write it myself and i love your writing so maybe?? tysm!

Oh sis this was so much fun to write. Even though it is sad... idk i liked getting in the feels. Anyway I hope it meets your expectations. If it didn’t, well, pls write it yourself and tag me! I’d love to see what your vision was ❤️🤗

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Night Bus - Anakin x gn Reader angst

You swore this would never be you. You promised yourself it would last. If two people love each other, there should be no reason you couldn’t be together.

That’s childish thinking, you tugged your jacket tighter around you. Your boots dragged through the grey sludge of the sidewalk, remnants from a lazy downpour of wet snow a few hours before. Your mind whirled and stomach churned as the streetlights began blinking on one by one, the markets closing up for the night.

It should have been a peaceful thing, but you felt sick. With each step closer to your destination, you felt as though a current was dragging you back, the darkness closing in around you. You knew as soon as you reached him, it would be for the last time. Your fairytale would come to an end, and as you walked through the bitter streets of Coruscant on your way to the Jedi temple, you prepared yourself to say goodbye to your prince charming.

“It’s selfish, what you’re doing,” Master Windu had hissed at you. You were still reeling from his admittance that he knew about your and Anakin’s relationship. You had been so careful to keep it a secret, you had no idea how he found out.

“Obi-Wan told you,” your lips felt like rubber.

“He did not,” Mace leveled his gaze at you. “He knows, I’m sure of it. But he respects Anakin too much to give him away like that. A flaw on his part, which will be dealt with later.”

Your head was swimming. What did this mean for you? For Anakin? For the both of you together? Obviously you knew what was next, but your mind couldn’t wrap around it, couldn’t accept it.

“You need to let him go,” Mace declared, not a hint of mercy detected.

“I can’t.”

“Then he needs to let you go.”

“He won’t.”

“Then you will be the fall of the Jedi!” His sudden outburst made you flinch. Your heart beat fast, blood swishing in your ears. His body was still as a statue, but his eyes were wide and his chest was heaving with an anger that was barely under control. Master Windu was of the more… pessimistic Jedi, but you had never really seen him lose control so completely. Now, you could see he was overwhelmingly stressed. No, not stressed-- panicked.

“He needs me,” you replied shakily, unwilling to stand down. Anakin had made it clear over and over again that if you just said the word, he would leave the Order for you. The only reason he was still here was because you wouldn’t let him abandon his purpose for you. Windu may think you would be the downfall of the Jedi, but you were the reason it hadn’t completely fallen yet.

“You’re a poison to him.”

It looked like neither of you would be backing down. Windu saw this, and took a deep breath. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. When he opened them, he strolled to his seat, and then motioned for you to take the one beside him.

“Let me explain myself,” his voice was much calmer now, but the hard look in his eyes remained. “Anakin is important. Not just to the Jedi, but to the balance of life itself.”

“He never asked for any of that.”

“But he still is,” Windu argued. “There’s no changing that fact. He is powerful. He has potential. And he’s unstable. He was before he met you, and he is now-- even more so.”

“Because of me?”

“Because of how he feels about you.”

You clenched your fists and glared at Windu. “How could being in love ever be a bad thing?”

“Love is an attachment. When one is attached to something, it can be taken away. When it is taken away, it breeds anger and hate and resentment, a path to the dar--”

“Oh, spare me the lecture,” you spit. “I know of your Jedi laws and morals. Now tell me why our love is so forbidden if all it’s bringing him is happiness and peace?”

“For now. It’s happiness and peace for now, because it’s new. I should have stepped in sooner, should have stopped it before it was too late. But with the start of the war, I lost sight of it, got too distracted…” Windu shook his head. “If you end it now, he’ll be able to move on. The damage won’t be permanent.”

“I don’t understand,” your chest stung.

“He loves you. Any Jedi can sense that. And you love him, too.” You couldn’t meet Windu’s gaze. “If something happens to you, and you are taken away from him, or-- Force forbid-- you die, it will break him. He will be consumed by anger and hatred and he will fall to the dark side. His emotions are strong, far too strong to be handled easily. If Anakin goes to the darkside, the Jedi will be no match for the Sith. We will perish, and the war will be lost, and so will any semblance of peace that exists in this life.”

Mace’s tone softened as he saw the tears build up in your eyes. “This path is inevitable, and it needs to be prevented. The only way we can be sure is to remove you from his life. It was a mistake letting you two get so close, and the Council takes full responsibility. But now, you must let him go.”

“How certain are you,” you forced the words from your aching throat. “How certain are you of this future?”

“Yoda had a vision.”

Your breath left you like a balloon deflating. You were glad you were sitting now, because you didn’t think your legs could handle the weight as you felt your world crumble around you. Anakin’s smiling face flashed through your mind, and a tear trailed down your face.

“You have until sunrise to leave Coruscant,” Mace’s tone was back to authoritative, formal and commanding, leaving no room for argument. “You can never return. Not as long as Anakin is here. You may never come in contact with him ever again.”

“And who’s going to stop me if I do? Who’s going to stop him?”

“If you have any respect for every innocent living being in this galaxy, you will do what needs to be done. Now go. You have a job to do.”

You swore you could hear your heart drop and shatter to the ground in a million tiny pieces as you stood from that chair and walked out of the council room. You spent the day mulling over your conversation, crying, pacing, and pulling at your hair. You tried to think of anything you could do to be with Anakin-- pretend to leave him and be even more secretive, get a different identity so you could stay on Coruscant, run away together. You knew he would if you asked.

But deep down, you knew Windu was right. The Jedi needed Anakin, and you were his weakness. If Anakin left, or fell to the dark side because of you, it would be the end of the galaxy. Just because it wasn’t a possibility now, doesn’t mean it wasn’t one in the future. Yoda had a vision, after all, and the fear in Windu’s eyes told you it was serious.

Now here you were, walking to Anakin’s place to spend one last night with him before you had to leave him. Forever. Your body ached from the cold, the grief, and from packing your belongings all afternoon. You could barely form words as you booked a ship off the planet for early next morning. Then, you had numbly pulled on your jacket and boots, and began your trek to Anakin one last time.

Cars whizzed overhead, the honking distant in your hollow ears. You were shaking, but not from the cold, as you caught sight of the Jedi temple ahead. The entrance was only a few feet away. You just had to walk through the door, sneak down the hallway, and you’d be there. He’d open the door, offer you a blinding smile, pull you inside, and warm you up with a drink and a kiss. You would put something on the holonet like you always did, just for background noise, and lay down on the bed and just be together. Talk, or kiss, or hold each other. Feel his laugh vibrate through your body because he was pressed so close to you, watch his curls bounce as he shook his head, listen to the soft sounds of him sleeping. The moonlight always made him look like some sort of space prince as it glistened off his cheekbones, painting him in a pale blue. You would trace your fingertips along his face, and he would pretend to still be asleep as he smiled and kissed your fingertips. So happy, so at peace, so in love--

You stopped in your tracks.

I can’t do this.

The pain was building up again. You thought your heart had already shattered, but the ghost of it kept cracking. Something awful was breaking in your chest with each breath, each second, each step toward your goodbye. There was no way you could face him and be okay tonight. The tears were already making an appearance.

“You need to let him go,” Windu’s voice battled your sorrow. “You will be the fall of the Jedi.”

The breath you took was like swallowing razor blades as the cold air filled your lungs. Steadying yourself on the wall of the temple, you pushed your way past the entrance and entered the main hall. The familiar smell worsened your nausea, and you kept your hood up and head down as you walked the familiar path down the hall, taking the elevator up, and then crossing the last hallway before you found his door.

You schooled your features and shoved down the swirling tempest threatening to spill out of you. Once your hands stopped trembling, you brought a fist up and knocked on the door.

Anakin opened the door. He was smiling brilliantly, blue eyes sparkling in the light. The image of his face falling, eyes clouding over in confusion and hurt as he searched for you the next morning and found you gone flashed through your mind. You knew he would never stop searching for you. This is not what he would have wanted. But Mace was right-- he would heal, in time, and he could live the life he was supposed to live; as a Jedi, a General, and the Chosen One.

“Anakin,” you forced yourself to smile. “Hi.”

His smile turned from charming to soft, hands immediately moving to pull you into his room for the last time. “You’re freezing, my love. Let’s get you warmed up, I already made you something to drink.”

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The rain poured heavily, thunder lighting up the sky occasionally as the trees in the forest swayed. Jin stared at the water hitting the now muddy ground, his tears being barely visible in the rain. It had been almost a couple hours since he ran out of his house, a couple hours since he had lost control of his growing powers and a couple hours since he ended up hurting his mother. He shifted his gaze to the sky above which was dark and reflected his sadness. He had been trying hard for months to control his powers but they seemed to be growing with no end.

Come home, Jin. Mother's awake and she wants to see you. You've been gone for too long.

Jin clenched his jaw when he heard his brother's voice in his head. Sometimes he really wished telepathy wasn't possible. Ignoring the pleading tone in his brother's voice, Jin blocked out that part of his mind. He saw the goosebumps on his arms but gave no mind to them. The rain didn't seem to end anytime soon and the tree under which he sat wasn't helping either. The droplets of water trickled their way between the leaves and landed on him. He took in a deep shaky breath, the image of his mother's unconscious body flashing in his mind. She was a strong witch, probably the strongest where he lived so it was a shock when she was unable to protect herself from him. While a thousand thoughts ran through his brain, the place where he sat went under some sort of change. Jin furrowed his brows and looked around to see the hues of bright pink, yellow and gold dancing in the air. It wasn't some strange natural phenomenon, it was someone's aura. He awed at the beautiful colours, wondering whose aura could be so pure.

You emerged from between the trees, scanning around the small clearing for any sign of life before your eyes landed on the black figure sitting beneath a tree. You gasped and placed your hand on your chest. "Gosh! You scared me." You stated once you saw the man's face clearly. Jin followed your every move before clearing his throat and looking away, not even caring to acknowledge you. You raised your eyebrows at his rude behaviour and moved closer to him, suddenly feeling very down and tired. Jin had other problems on his mind rather than dealing with a beautiful strange girl who probably wouldn't understand anything even if he explained. After a minute, when you refused to ignore his presence and continued to stare at him, Jin sighed and turned to face you. "What do you want?" He hissed, making you flinch. Your eyes widened at the irritation he expressed when you hadn't even done anything. You poked the inside of your cheek with your tongue in annoyance. "Maybe if you ask me politely, I'd let you know." You replied, giving him a sarcastic smile. He chuckled bitterly to himself and stood up, making you take a step backwards. You crossed your arms and glared at him. "Suit yourself." He said and shrugged, turning away to leave.

"Hey!" You yelled and jogged behind him, making him abruptly turn to you. You let out a frustrated sigh and slumped. "If you can't tell already, I'm lost. Help me get back to the town guesthouse and I'll help you with whatever your problem is." You said, looking up at him with hopeful eyes. He hesitated a little before facing away from you. "I'm headed in that direction. Follow me." He said, nodding ahead of him. You nodded and followed him quietly. But there was one thing you really despised. Silence. And before it became overbearing for you, you decided to break it. "So, mind telling me what's bothering you?" You asked, wincing when you heard him groan. Jin had hoped you would keep your mouth shut the whole way. "I don't need your help." He mumbled, pushing aside a few branches that came in his way. The rain had reduced to a drizzle now, only adding to how uncomfortable you felt in your wet clothes. You almost ran to walk beside the stranger, trying to get him to tell you why he was mad. You weren't naïve, you knew what you were doing. It was a simple trick of pushing someone to the edge only to have them catapult back at you. Seeing how upset and furious this stranger was, you really wanted to know what was wrong with him. You had dealt with a lot witches and warlocks who ended up being consumed by their powers.

"You should really tell me, I might look du-" You were interrupted by a low growl erupting from his throat. He turned to you with anger in his eyes and gritted teeth. He looked at you as if you were his prey and he wanted nothing more than to devour you, more like kill you. Your eyes started widening but you held your stance, getting ready to defend yourself incase of an anomaly. "I. Don't. Need. Your. Help!" He bellowed, involuntarily sending dark red flames at you. You quickly held your hands in front of yourself to create an invisible barrier, causing the flames to explode and hit the tree behind you. You turned just in time to see a branch falling down, jumping to the side to prevent yourself from getting hurt. Jin's jaw dropped as he took in the damage. He slowly looked down at his hands which were now shaking uncontrollably. His hands were close to being a murderer's seeing as you could have died if you hadn't been a witch. Jin was thankful for that. This was the very attack that Jin's mother had failed to protect herself from. "How did you....?" Jin asked, his voice a bare whisper making you scoff in disbelief.

Was that the first thing you ask someone you nearly killed?

"Are you kidding me right now?! What the hell were YOU thinking?" You asked, laying emphasis on the 'you'. Jin's breath became shaky as he felt his heart shatter. He did realize that you could have died but sadly, he wasn't in control of what he did. He pulled at his hair and let out a cry, falling to his knees in the process. Your anger diminished on seeing him in that state. You slowly took a step towards the weeping man and placed your hand on his head and closed your eyes, feeling him freeze from your touch. Jin's shoulders relaxed as he acknowledged all the negative energy leaving him because of you. You knew how to heal a person's mind and soul. It had taken years of work but you had become very good at it even though not everyone could do it. You opened your eyes to find him looking at you. The rain had stopped and the moon shone it's light brightly upon you both. Jin swore he could see a halo above you, believing you were an angel sent for him. Without another word, he grabbed both your hands and leaned his forehead at the back of them. "I need you to fix me." He muttered, his voice wavering a little. You bit your bottom lip and squeezed his hand assuringly, letting him know that you were gonna do whatever it took to help him.

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You tossed a pebble into the running water, the huge lake looking serene surrounded by bushes and trees of all kinds. You didn't think your little getaway from your coven would end up being so happening. It was the second time you were going to meet him, Kim Seokjin. He had told you all about him and his family when he dropped you off at your guesthouse. You knew the Kim family very well, everyone did. Mr and Mrs Kim had married under difficult circumstances due to the belief that warlocks and witches should stay divided. You never really understood why that was a problem, wasn't it better if all magic was united? You shook your head in exasperation and threw another pebble in the water, watching the ripples grow bigger and disappear in a blink. The sound of crunching of leaves grabbed your attention as you turned to see Jin walking towards you. You nodded at him, letting him know that you're aware of his presence before turning back to your temporary amusement activity.

Jin stopped in his track when he saw your lost expression. He frowned at seeing your usual annoying self being so calm. "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." He said out loud before closing the distance between you and himself. You glanced at him before sitting down on a rock by the lake. "Who?" You asked, looking for more pebbles around you and acting as if you were supposed to ask that question. Jin looked at you with raised eyebrows, he couldn't tell if you were joking or being serious. You looked up at him when you didn't receive a response, stifling a laugh on seeing his confused expression. Not being able to control, you laughed out loud, hitting your knee with your palm in the process. Jin rolled his eyes and sat down beside you. He thought you were upset about something, clearly he was wrong. "Here I was, thinking something went wrong with you." He mumbled, picking at the grass. You stopped laughing and smiled at him. "Who said something didn't go wrong with me?"

Jin craned his neck to look at you, your smile was intact even when telling him about your crisis. He shrugged and looked away before he could drown in your brown eyes which now sparkled in the morning sun. You sighed and fiddled with the hem of your coat, deciding if you should talk about the elephant in the room.

"I haven't done this before."

"Have you done this before?"

Your words clashed with Jin's before your eyes widened on realising what just happened. Jin scoffed while you let out a nervous chuckle. "You're making me second guess everything." He said, shaking his head. You placed your hand on his shoulder and squeezed it until he looked at you. You could tell he was scared about what the future held, his eyes were very good at showing you his true emotions even if he tried to hide them. "I haven't done this before, doesn't mean I don't know how to do it." You stated, seeing his eyes light up with hope. He believed you, you were Y/N Corey and the Corey witches were one of the important Salem witches who had become stronger since the hardships they faced during the Salem trials. Even if you didn't have any solution, you'd find one. You gazed at the birds in the sky, flying without a care in the world, wishing you were that free. "We'll get you through this." You muttered, praying for your words to hold some truth to them. After a final pat on his shoulder, you stood up as he followed your movements. "How's your mother?" You questioned cautiously, hoping to not upset him. Jin stiffened at the mention of his mother. He had spent the entire night with her, apologizing and promising her about getting better. He gave you a curt nod, looking at the breeze playing with your hair. "She's good. Let's get started for the day, yeah? I don't wanna delay things anymore." He answered, brushing off the dust from his pants.

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"So that's my aura?" Jin asked, looking at you intently as you explained to him about the basics that he somehow didn't know about. You nodded and hummed, pushing away a stray twig from the path. You had just told Jin about how his aura and his powers were related. "You sent red flames at me yesterday. And that signifies your inability to take control of your anger. So firstly, we need to work on that." You stated, making him nod his head. He agreed with whatever you said, he did have a hard time keeping his emotions in check. "How do we do that?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow at you. You walked in circles as his eyes were trained on you. You tapped your chin with your pointer finger before a grin set itself on your face. "The long term solution is to give you another motive for using your powers. Recently, you used your powers only to let your anger out but that clearly, isn't helping. You need to use your power for something else. Maybe out of defense, protectiveness or.....love?" Your words came out more like a question. Jin scoffed and rolled his eyes. That was one thing he didn't believe in. Or maybe it was purely because he never felt it. Who knows.

You frowned and placed your hands on your hips. "Don't tell me you're one of those stuck up and rude introverts who does not believe in love." You gasped in realization. You had always seen people like that in movies and TV shows but this was a first. Jin chose to ignore your comment, finding it a waste of his time. He moved closer to stand in front of you, tilting his head to examine you from head to toe. You stood straighter, feeling conscious as his eyes raked over your figure. He leaned his face closer to you, raising a hand and bringing it closer to your cheek. You closed your eyes and gulped as a blush crept up your cheek. You had never stood this close to a male before. Jin smiled slightly on seeing how nervous he made you. But that moment was short lived as he flicked at your forehead, making you yelp. You opened your eyes and rubbed your forehead to ease the pain. "Stop day dreaming and tell me where to begin." He said, his tone telling you how bored he was. You smirked mischievously whilst you kept soothing the spot where he hit you. Walking proudly towards your duffle bag, you pulled out a couple of books which were too fat and heavy. You grunted as you struggled to hold them all and placed them in front of Jin on the grass. He kept staring at the books before it hit him. These were grimoires of witches from your family. "What am I supposed to do with these?" He asked, pointing at the hard covered books. You raised your eyebrows at him and scoffed. Picking them up again, you handed them to Jin without warning. He bent down a little due to the weight before standing up straight. "We won't be doing anything today. I need you to go through these grimoires. Take your time, I know it can be boring." You answered and picked up your duffle bag, hanging it across your shoulder. Jin glared at you and narrowed his eyes. "Have you ever read these?" He argued, waiting to see your reaction. You turned your head slightly and hid your surprised expression. "Of course. And you know what? We were asked questions about what we read. So be ready. I'll be doing that too!" You grinned and walked away, sassily.

The next few days went by in a jiffy. Everyday you met Jin and asked him different questions along with asking him to show you how something was supposed to be done. After an entire week and half, he had read all the grimoires. He slammed the book shut and gave it to you, sighing in relief. "I feel like a school student who is preparing for a test." He said, closing his eyes and leaning back on the chair of the cafe where you both met. You glared at him and pushed the books inside your bag. You had gotten to know Jin better. He was cold but sensitive, rude without a care in the world, didn't like showing his emotions a lot. Taking a sip of your coffee, you cleared your throat and placed the cup on the table. "So from tomorrow, we'll begin your training." You stated, clasping your hands in front of you. Jin rolled his eyes at your words. Training. He was getting used to your dumb comments, sometimes enjoying them nonetheless. You glanced out through the glass which separated the people outside from you, resting your chin on the palm of your hand. Meanwhile, Jin couldn't take his eyes off of you. You were gorgeous, obviously, but your inner goodness was more of a delight. You absentmindedly gnawed at your bottom lip, making Jin go wild with his imaginations. He quickly looked away when you turned to him. Sighing, you stood up as Jin followed you to leave the cafe. "What am I gonna do for the rest of the day?" You whined, not wanting to be alone when the sun hadn't even set. Jin shook his head at you, you were immature sometimes. Most of the times actually. He thought for a moment before getting an idea. "Come home with me." He offered, shrugging and looking around the streets. You whipped your head at his words, asking yourself if you heard him right. "That would....I don't-" you started with your excuses, feeling nervous. It was okay for you to be nervous anyway, you had a lot to hide from him. He cut you off and grabbed your hand, pulling you with him as he walked to his house which wasn't too far. For some reason, you didn't feel too flustered whenever he touched you. It was as if you had known him since a long time, although you were sure that had never happened.

You awed at the huge house in front of you, it looked like it came straight out of a fairytale. It's ivory walls were enhanced with creepers snaking all the way till the rooftops. You hadn't realised your mouth was open until Jin pushed it close with his finger under your chin. "You're gonna catch a fly." He said, moving towards the entrance as you followed while rolling your eyes at him. Without showing you around, he took you to his study. You held yourself back from making a snarky comment. What did he need a study for anyway? An 'oh' left your mouth as you took in the scene before you. The entire room was filled with paintings and empty canvases. You turned around in your place, trying to absorb everything at once. "You paint?!" You asked, excitedly as you moved to look at a painting closely. It was a girl sitting in the middle of a forest with flowers in her hair, caressing an injured bird in her hand. You frowned at the feeling of familiarity, it was as if you had seen this before. Jin gulped behind you, hoping you didn't remember anything. "Obviously, I paint. Didn't I say this is my study?" He retorted, looking at the fascination on your face. That painting was his favourite. It had taken him an year to get it right. Suddenly, you turned to Jin with an innocent smile on your face making Jin tense his muscles. "When will I become the subject of your paintings?" You asked, still smiling brightly. Jin gathered himself and moved closer to you, humming at your question. He mirrored your smile and tilted his head. "Never." He mumbled and backed away, watching in amusement as your smile faded and a scowl set itself on your face. "Rude." You whispered, turning around to look at the other paintings. Jin stifled a laugh on seeing how upset you were, but he knew you would go back to being your happy self. It amazed him at your capability to be smiling all the time. He found it hard to do, probably why he came off as cold to everyone. It was shocking enough that you had even talked to him. Something he was grateful for.

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"Let's begin from trying to get you to control your anger, shall we? Since I'm so good at annoying you, this shouldn't be a problem." You said, stretching your arms above your head. The next morning came along with the task of beginning your mission to help Jin. You emitted a large amount of confidence, making Jin feel excited to start. He saw this as a challenge which he was eager to win.

"Game on."

Time kept ticking but there was no progress. You both kept trying though, it wasn't in your blood to give up so easily. "Is this what you want your mom to see after everything you've put her through? I'm not sure she'd take it very well." You said out loud, seeing Jin get riled up. You had been trying to get him to control himself, only to be met with a dead end everytime. He grunted and threw a series of red bolts at you, making your eyes widen as you desperately dodged them. You weren't supposed to attack, only defend yourself without using your magic. You were already out of breath, but pausing at one place would mean getting yourself in death's way. A muffled groan left your mouth as you jumped across a rock, squeezing your eyes shut as it exploded into pieces behind you. You fell to your knees, gasping for air as Jin shut his eyes in frustration. He was continuously disappointing himself which also made him question you. Did you even know what you were doing? Or was this all simply a way to spend your time? Firstly, he didn't see how the grimoires were supposed to help him and secondly, you were too calm about this situation.

You glanced at him and pushed yourself to your feet, stumbling to sit beside where he stood. You grabbed his hand and pulled him to sit beside you with all your strength. He pursed his lips and stared at the setting sun, his eyes looking empty as ever. "Why are you here, Y/N?" He asked, his eyes not meeting yours. You raised your eyebrows at him, being caught off guard by his question. "What do you mean?" You returned his question with another. This isn't how you were planning for the conversation to go. "What are you doing here, in this town? You obviously don't live here." He stated, recalling when he had dropped you off at the guesthouse he knew very well. You gulped, somewhat having understood where this was going. Clearing your throat, you clenched your fists and looking at the sky before you. "I needed time away from my coven. So I decided to have a mini vacation." You answered, not feeling very satisfied with your words. Jin clenched his jaw. So this was definitely a game to you. Why else would you help him? He suddenly chuckled, making your eyes widen. "I should have known better than to trust you. Why would a powerful witch like you, help a pathetic warlock like me? Especially when you know damn well that people don't approve the union of our kinds." He sneered at you. You almost knocked him out after hearing his choice of words. It was true that people didn't think warlocks and witches should be together, but that didn't mean you should be against it too. And helping others shouldn't require some sort of motive. You were mistaken when you thought Jin was smart. Trying to stay calm, you carefully thought about what to say without making him mad.

"What are you punishing yourself for, Jin?" You inquired softly as his eyes turned to you. He frowned, waiting for you to explain what made you ask that. You sighed and rested your elbows on your knees. "You are blaming yourself for something that wasn't your fault, I can tell." You mumbled, watching his aura transform into something much gloomier. Jin tensed at the feeling of vulnerability that he felt with you. It was as if he was an open book laid out for you to read. "You don't know anything." He said, looking down at his shoes. You chuckled to yourself. He was definitely stuck up. Standing up, you grabbed your belongings which lay on the grass. "Just know that, you won't move ahead without facing the inner conflict that has been eating you up. Nothing is forgiven unless you believe otherwise." You preached before turning on your heels to leave. Jin sat still, knowing you were completely right. There was something that had been nagging at him for some years. He always tried to come to terms with it but failed. He was aware that someday he was gonna have to face it, not for anyone but for himself. "I'll wait here tomorrow at the same time. Hopefully, you still trust me. If you don't show up then I'll understand." Your words lingered in the air. Jin knew that what he said was wrong. If there was something wrong with you then his instincts would have kicked in already. Instead of being thankful, he ended up lashing at you and you still didn't fight back. But the little feeling of uncertainty still remained in his mind. It screamed at him to stay away from you because you weren't what you seemed to be. He shook his head to get rid of the many thoughts in his brain, sighing and deciding it was time to go home. He had a lot of thinking to do and he wasn't ready for it.

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You kicked the door shut and made your way to your bed, throwing yourself on the soft mattress. Just like you thought, Jin didn't come. You failed him and most importantly, you failed your coven. Humans thought witchy magic wasn't so complicated, it was only about who was capable and who wasn't. Oh how they were wrong! You had always been taught that it was important to take control of your powers before they take over you. Because once that happened, you would wish you were never born into it. Sadness washed over you along with a little relief. This was exactly what you wanted but it wasn't what you needed. After staring out the window from your position on the bed, your eyes landed on the piece of paper lying on the nightstand. You sighed and rolled over to the edge of the bed, grabbing the paper and getting ready to see what your mother had sent you this time.

thє cσvєn díѕcσvєrєd whαt hαppєnєd. чσu nєєd tσ gєt чσur αct tσgєthєr αnd mαkє hím truѕt чσu αgαín. dσ nσt fσrgєt thє rєαѕσn whч чσu αrє thєrє. чσu knσw thє cσnѕєquєncєѕ vєrч wєll.

You could almost hear her complaining to you. The letter wasn't a threat to you in any way, it was only your mother's warning. Your mother was the second most superior lady of your coven and she had done everything to protect you against the harsh world. But for some reason, you ended up being the only witch to take down a threat without any harm. Hence, your new target being Kim Seokjin. You felt a pang of guilt rush through you. You had never questioned your coven on why they wanted someone dead, completely putting all your faith in them. But after meeting Jin, you started doubting your ability to kill him. You knew he was genuinely struggling and he needed help. Also, his concern for his family made it hard for you to believe that he was on his way to become 'The Harbinger of Darkness' as your coven had so kindly put it. You shut your eyes and crushed the paper before tossing it to the side, not being able to decide what your next move was going to be.

A knock on the door made you flinch as you frowned and sat up in bed. The owner of the guesthouse never came to call you until it was time for supper. With a tired groan, you got out of bed and made your way to open the door. Your eyes widened on seeing Jin in front of you. His eyes were red and tears glistened on his cheeks, his hair was a mess and a small cut by his lips made you wince. Jin was breathing heavily as he gave you time to process what was happening. "J-jin-" before you could ask anything about his sudden appearance at your door, he engulfed you in a hug as he sobbed while burying his head in your neck. Your heart raced in your chest, wetness from his tears tainted your shirt but that wasn't the least bit of a bother to you. Jin was here after you thought he gave up on you, crying and emitting huge waves of sorrow along with calmness. It was weird and it didn't make any sense to you. Maybe he had another family issue?

"I'm not a Kim, Y/N. They aren't my family!" He cried in your neck making your face droop, completely understanding why he was like this. You brought your hands up and rubbed his back, soothing him enough but not healing his pain. Suppressing your pain at times like these never proved to be good. "Let's go in and talk, okay?" You mumbled softly on seeing Ms Lee eyeing you both suspiciously, the tolerable but nosy owner of the guesthouse where you resided. He pulled away and let you lead him inside. Sitting him down on your bed, you handed him a glass of water and gently asked him to tell you everything from the start. You listened intently as he narrated how he had heard his parents talking about his adoption and whether they should tell him about it, only to later decide against it. After ten years of keeping this information with him and persuasion from your side, he had finally gathered the courage to hear the words from his mother's mouth although he already knew they were true. He had lashed out at her, telling her how he had every right to know about this and she was no one to take decisions for him. Especially now that he knew she wasn't his real mother. This aggravated his brother and he landed a punch to Jin's face, hence, his busted lip. Your heart ached as you took it all in. This is why Jin's powers were getting the best of him, because he was barely holding himself up. How could you possibly kill him? He was probably the most innocent warlock you had met. With a sigh, you stood up and moved to stand in front of him. He looked up at you with teary eyes which made you want to cry too. You wiped his tears and gave him a smile. "Did you talk to your mother after that?" You asked as he shook his head in reply. You pursed your lips and dropped your hands by your side. "Jin, she must have been scared to tell you. Even though you are adopted, the entire family gave you nothing but love, not once making you doubt them. They didn't tell you because they were scared you would react like this and they would lose you." You tried your best explain the situation to him. Jin thought for a moment before concluding that you were right. He took his time to capture your face in his mind. Your beautiful eyes that held concern for him, the curve of your lips as they stretched into a comforting smile for him, your long hair that made him want to tangle his fingers into them and your soothing aura that made him want to hold you forever.

He shook his head and scolded himself for having these thoughts, he couldn't think about you like that. He had only just met you, he couldn't possibly like you, right? You raised an eyebrow when Jin's eyes stayed on your face, not once moving away. He cleared his throat and nodded. "You are right. I should apologize to her...." He said, looking at the carpeted floor, his eyes landing on the piece of paper that you had so carelessly discarded. You followed his gaze and internally gasped. You rushed and picked up the paper before tossing it into the bin. "I'm sorry I was gonna throw it away but then you came." You chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of your neck. Jin stood up and sighed. He walked to the door and placed his hand on the knob, getting ready to pull it open before he glanced at you. "Come with me." He stated, his words making you think you hadn't heard him clearly. "What?" You asked, gripping the hem of your shirt as your hands began to get clammy. He strode towards you. "Come with me to my house. If anything good comes out of it, you're the one to be thanked." He said with a confident voice. You let out another nervous chuckle and shook your head. "I mean that's not really- wait!" You yelped when he grabbed your wrist and started walking out of the guesthouse with you struggling to keep up behind him. You huffed at his behaviour, he hadn't even waited for your answer. This was the second time that Jin was dragging you to his house without your consent. Maybe you should report him for kidnapping. With a defeated sigh, you let him drag you to his house, preparing to hide your intentions and please the Kim family because if anyone found out what you were here for, it would be the end for you.

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You smiled on witnessing the playful banter in front of you. The huge dinner table had only 5 people sitting around it, including you. After apologizing to his family and making up with them, Jin had introduced you to everyone and it was then that his mother insisted for you to stay for dinner. Not being able to say no to the sweet woman, you stayed, hoping to find some flaws about Jin. Because if there was nothing wrong with him, then there was no way you were going to dirty your hands with an innocent man's blood. "Y/N, thank you so much for staying. It has been a long time since we had another face in this house." Said Mr Kim, smiling at you warmly. You nodded and returned it, pushing around the food in your plate. The food was delicious, no doubt, unfortunately you had lost your appetite after seeing the welcoming family that Jin had. It made you a little jealous seeing as you never had a father. He had left your mother after discovering that she was a witch, making you question the status of witches in your community. Were you that bad? The dinner went by smoothly, the occasional chatter making you feel less upset, although you wondered how everyone was so happy. Whatever had happened was definitely traumatising, but everyone pretended like it was okay. Maybe because they had a guest over. Before you could head back to your guesthouse, Ms Kim told Jin to show you the garden because she was sure you'd love it. And she wasn't wrong.

"Wow! This is just.... amazing!" You exclaimed as your eyes sparkled in the moonlight. The light breeze fanned your face as you stared at the beautifully lit garden in front of you. Jin found himself smiling at the amusement in your eyes, feeling his heart flutter. You took in a deep breath and closed your eyes, forgetting all your worries for a while. "You're sad." You opened your eyes on hearing Jin's voice. He was squinting at you as if that would tell him what was wrong with you. You chuckled nervously and looked away from him. "What makes you say that?" You said, your voice losing its usual chirpiness. Jin scoffed, staring at you in disbelief.

Did you really just ask a warlock why he thought you were sad as if he couldn't see the hues of an ugly blue surrounding you?

You mentally face palmed at your question. You had completely forgotten to cover up your ether, of course he saw it. "I am supposed to do something that I don't want to do." You stated, sighing in defeat. Jin tilted his head at your vague words, he needed more from you. You looked up at the few stars across the sky, twinkling brightly. Jin thought your eyes were indeed a reflection of those stars, he couldn't even begin to describe how beautiful you looked in that moment. Shaking his head, he pulled himself into the current situation. "And what do you mean by something?" He asked, his hands making their way into his pockets as he walked beside you. Your hands brushed against the flowers and the leaves, feeling their petals and leaves tickle you. Your brain thought about the number of things you could say, obviously you couldn't just tell him you came to kill him. "Just something. It's not like I don't want to do it, more like I .... can't do it, you know?" You explained, biting your lower lip harshly. Jin hummed beside you, trying to come up with a solution to ease your tension. He abruptly stopped in his track, startling you as you turned to him with a frown. "Help me and I'll help you. Once I'm in control of myself, I'll help you deal with whatever you have to do." He shrugged, words falling from his lips very easily. You swallowed thickly, wanting to scream at him for saying things like these. But could you blame him? He didn't even know what you were saying. You gave him a small smile and turned away, not wanting him to see the disappointment in your eyes. You found yourself being deeply concerned about Jin, you wanted to make sure he was gonna be okay. But not doing what you were asked to do would mean betraying your coven. And betrayal of the coven came with the consequence of being burned alive. It was simple, really. Kill or be killed.

"Okay then. Show me how you are now." You said, inhaling deeply and turning to him. He looked at you with a confused expression, not understanding what you meant until you held your palms out and conjured up a ball of pink and yellow, throwing it at him without any warning. Jin's eyes widened as he realised what was happening. Quickly gathering his energy, he released a long bolt at you, buzzing with his new found aura. Your ether met his, the clusters exploding into the air. You gasped on seeing the magenta energy around Jin, a sudden transformation. Magenta signified someone who was unique, creative, strong-willed but rarely understood. Jin was pure, it was finally proven to you. Jin's mouth was ajar, exploring the new colours around him. He slowly looked at you, his lips stretching into a grin as a smile graced your lips. This was the first time you were seeing him happy and it made you feel butterflies. Before you could say anything, Jin closed the distance between you and him, his eyes flitting between your lips and your eyes. Your heart pounded in your chest, realising how good looking he was. You had never looked at him that way before, only now seeing his eyes mirroring yours.

Jin lifted his hand and placed it on your cheek, caressing it gently as if you were a feather. You closed your eyes when he leaned closer to you, your nose brushing his until you felt his lips on yours. Your breath hitched as he kissed you, his other hand wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. This was wrong, your heart and mind screamed at you to pull away but you knew it was too late. You had already fallen into the endless pit that you wanted to avoid, affection for the man in front of you completely taking over. You were so screwed.

Jin pulled away involuntarily, opening his eyes to see yours still closed. He smiled as he saw the daze he had sent you in. You couldn't bring yourself to open your eyes, afraid you'd want him more if you saw him. But you couldn't just stand there like that, you were going to have to open them. Slowly opening your eyes, you looked up at him and pulled away. Hurt flashed across his face but he didn't let it linger on for too long. "I have to go." You whispered before turning on your heel and running away from him. Jin stretched his hand out to stop you but you slipped away, his heart hurting a bit too much. Did he do something wrong? Did you not like him back? He sighed as he dragged himself back inside the house, not once stopping to glance at his family and shutting himself up in his room. Another sleepless night for a different reason, but he was okay with it.

You slammed the door shut as your lungs ached due to the continuous running you had done, not being able to stop until you were inside your room. Kim Seokjin kissed you like he wanted to. It wasn't in the spur of the moment like you had hoped. He liked you but the worst part, you liked him back. You slid down against the door, pulling your knees to your chest before tears stained your cheeks. It was absolutely impossible for you to do anything now. You didn't even want to consider killing him. Was it really so bad to want to live life like a normal person? So engrossed in your crying, you hadn't noticed the lady standing in your room. You flinched on seeing her in the dark room, quickly moving to switch on the lights. "Mother." You gulped and took a step back. She approached you with quick steps and landed her hand across your cheek, your face jolting to the side as you processed what just happened. "Why would you let this happen, Y/N? You know very well that he is a warlock and moreover, the one that you're supposed to kill. How can you like him?!" She bellowed as you sobbed. Your cheek throbbed as you held it, your head hung low in shame. This was it. Your mom had crossed the line, she had never once lifted a hand on you so you must have really upset her. Who were you kidding? Obviously you had upset her too much. At the time of fully bringing your practice into work, all witches were made to take an oath which included something along the lines of 'never interacting with a warlock, be it in any form'. Although you were made to interact with them, it was only so that you could eliminate them. After meeting Mr Kim, you were really doubting if all warlocks were bad because he certainly wasn't.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what to do." You cried, covering your face with your hands as you shook your head. Your mother's heart ached on seeing her only daughter in despair. She had always made sure that you were happy, always trying her best to keep you away from the sad reality of the world. Today, she had truly failed and she knew it. She took you into her arms, your hands immediately wrapping around her neck as you cried into her chest. She rubbed your back slowly as your crying subsided into sniffles. Pulling away, she held you at arms length, her hands placed firmly on your shoulders. "Get this over with, Y/N. It'll be okay and you know it." She said softly. That's where she was wrong. In just a matter of days, you had grown used to Jin's presence. You needed him by your side, if he died because of you then would you really be okay? You pushed her hands away from your shoulders and stood up, moving to stand by the window. You wiped your cheeks and calmed your breathing. For the first time in ever, you had enough courage to stand against your coven. You were powerful enough to take them all down but you didn't want to. "I will not do it. Do what you have to do." You stated firmly, making your mother gasp. This is not what she raised you to be. "Y/N-" she started only to be interrupted by your shouting. "No! All my life I have done everything you've asked me to, never once questioning why you wanted me to finish someone. Now I realize that maybe I should have. God knows how many innocent people you made me kill. I'm a murderer because of you! And I don't want it to be like this anymore. So mother, go tell everyone what I have decided because there's nothing you can do to make me change my mind." Your chest rose and fell as you clenched your fists in anger. Your mother slowly nodded as tears welled her eyes, moving towards the door to leave.

"The coven will be here tomorrow to deal with you. So...do what you have to do." She mumbled the same words you had said. You fell on your knees as soon as she left, letting your feelings overwhelm you. The entire night, you threw things here and there, stepping on broken shards of glass and sobbing loudly, making sure to use a spell to prevent the noise from escaping the room. There was no need for you to fight your coven sisters. You just had to figure out what to do because if they really came then it wasn't just going to be your life on the line. Jin was going to die too. Crying, you fell into a deep sleep without having made a decision.

You cried as you stretched your hands infront of you, your body shivering due to the fear from what's to come. Jin stood in front of you in the same position, his cheeks tainted with tears but his face devoid of any expression. "Finish him, darling." The lady of your coven, Gina whispered behind you as you sobbed harder and shook your head. The head of Jin's treaty stood behind him too, probably mumbling the same words to him. Suddenly, you felt your hair being pulled behind, your head tilting back. "It's simple. Any one of you dies and we let the other live. It's better than to go through the shame of letting your stupid fantasy of being together be fulfilled." She hissed, pulling on your hair as you screamed in pain. "Don't you dare touch her!" Jin warned through gritted teeth as she let go of your hair and chuckled. You glanced at your mother who kneeled down a few metres away from you, her head bowing down as a tear or two escaped her eye. "I don't see how this is hard. Go on and do it. Either you both die or just one of you dies. We can take away your memories if you want. Consider yourself lucky." The man said, smirking as he walked back and forth in front of you. "Do it, Y/N. Better me than you." Jin said, making you look at him with a hurt expression. Did he really think you would do it? You shook your head furiously, hearing Jin sigh in frustration. "Y/N, I know it's hard but it's the only way. Please." He pleaded and closed his eyes, holding back the dam welling in his eyes. You heard the lady tut behind you. "Alright then, we'll do it for you both. Say your goodbyes!" She mocked and stood in front of you, closing her eyes and placing her hands on the sides of your forehead. "No!" You screamed as the pain took over.

You jolted awake, your breathing heavy as sweat trickled down your forehead. You looked around and sighed in relief. "Just a dream." You mumbled, touching your cheeks to feel the wetness on your fingers. Your eyes widened as everything came back to you in a rush. You got out of bed and got ready to head out. Grabbing everything important, you ran out of the guesthouse without acknowledging Ms Lee's scream on seeing the mess in your room.

Gasping, you reached the gates of Kim mansion, looking around in case Jin was there. You didn't really know, it was only an intuition. You made your way to the garden, eyes lighting up on seeing Jin standing in the very place you had left him last night. Frowning you called out to him, making him turn to you with wide eyes. "Y/N." He whispered, sighing in relief when you ran into his arms. He sensed your worry and hugged you back, caressing your hair to calm you down. He couldn't heal others like you but he could try. "I'm so sorry." You mumbled, scared that if you rose your voice, you would probably end up crying. He hugged you tighter and closed his eyes. At least you were in front of him now. "There's no need for you to say sorry. What I did was wrong, I should have asked you if you felt the same way ab-" he explained but you cut him off in the middle by pulling away and placing your hands on his shoulders. "I need to tell you something important." You said hurriedly, pleading him with your eyes. He nodded before grabbing your hand and taking you inside the house. You followed him to his room, admiring the corridors in the way. He closed the door behind him and you smiled at the interiors, it was so 'Jin'. Your breath hitched when you spotted it, your painting stood in the corner of the room. Taking slow steps towards it, you let your fingers linger on the strokes of the brush, surprised on seeing yourself through someone else's eyes. You recalled the scene from the painting, it was from the night when you had met. Your hair was damp and you were smiling warmly with your hand stretched out towards the viewer. A halo floated above your head and you felt like you were definitely seeing an angel.

Jin stared fondly at how you were busy admiring yourself. That was exactly how he saw you. You were his angel since the first day. He had stayed up last night, painting you on the canvas in the best way possible. He wondered how you had managed to keep him wrapped around your finger even after so long, not that you were aware of it. "So what did you have to tell me?" He asked, clearing his throat. You bit your bottom lip, anxiety kicking in. You knew Jin wasn't gonna take this well but if you had to save him then you needed to get him away from this place. "You might wanna sit down for this." You mumbled, gesturing to his bed, your eyes falling on a black amulet that had slipped out from under his shirt. He frowned but obliged anyway. You took a deep breath before beginning to explain everything.

"I didn't come to this town for any vacation. I was sent here by my coven, to kill you." You confessed, your words tasting bitter on your tongue. Jin's breathing stopped. He couldn't believe the words leaving your mouth. He swore you were too pure and innocent to be killing anybody. He didn't even have to ask you why, he understood it was probably the ill relations between witches and warlocks. His heart shattered in his chest, the only time he felt so attracted to someone resulted in everything coming back to slap him. He gulped harshly and clenched his jaw before standing up and gripping your arms and pulling you to him. You gasped at how tight his hold was, and even more when you saw his eyes. They held nothing but disappointment and guilt towards you. "Jin..." You squealed as his grip tightened. You were positive that there were gonna be bruises there. "Shut up! Just- just shut the hell up! Do you really hate me that much, Y/N? Just because I'm a warlock, does it mean I'm ruthless and a fucking psycho?!" He yelled as you whimpered, tears filling your eyes. You tried to get out of his grip, only for him to pull you closer into his chest, your nose brushed his. "If you had to kill me then why didn't you? Why did you have to make me want you, Y/N?" He questioned, his voice softening a little. Your eyes widened at his full fledged confession. Your lips quivered as you struggled to find words to say. You had really messed up everything, hadn't you?

Before you could utter a word, he harshly pushed you away, running his hands through his hair. He suddenly felt like he was spiralling back into the emotional well that he had just been rescued from. Ironical, isn't it? The one who saves you, pushes you back, just right. "I can't kill you, Jin. Because I want you too." You said, your voice being barely audible. You stared at his back, seeing him freeze in his spot. After a minute of silence, he finally turned to you. Muttering a 'fuck it' under his breath, he pushed you against a wall and kissed you. Immediately, you tangled your fingers in his hair as he deepened the kiss, your legs wrapped around his waist. Your heavy breathing echoed through the room along with the occasional hissing whenever Jin dug his fingers into your thighs. He pulled away, biting on your bottom lip, leaving you flustered and aching for him. He leaned his forehead against yours as a tear slipped down your cheek. He intertwined your fingers and looked into your eyes. "I'm not letting anyone take away the one good thing that I found." He whispered, making you cry harder. You nuzzled your face in his neck as he smiled and held you in his arms. This was the life you wanted. And you wanted it with Jin, there was no changing your mind. "We need to leave before they come and find us." You mumbled, resting your head on his chest. He kissed your forehead and rubbed your back. "Let's go then." He replied, holding your hand and leading you out of the house.

Jin told his family about everything. His parents were afraid that everything was going to repeat itself. It still felt like yesterday to them when they had escaped the stupid rules of their covens. It had been traumatic but fruitful. They found solace in each other and that was enough for them. They assured you both that if needs be, they'd come to protect you. You nodded and thanked them, letting Jin say his goodbyes. Goodbyes never lasted for too long, the world was a small place after all.

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"No one knows about this place. It's like a secret home when I wanted to get away from everyone." Jin explained, setting down the few bags you both had. You looked around the small cabin, the cherry wood glistening in the light of the bulb, trees peeking through the window and the birds chirping outside in the forest. You hummed in content, preparing to do a cloaking spell to prevent anyone from finding you both.

Y/N. You can't hide for too long, darling. And you don't wanna know what we're gonna do once we find you.

You whimpered on hearing her voice in your head. Gina, the lady of your coven was a stubborn woman, who ended up being too selfish at times. But you never stood against her because she had taken your mother in when she was pregnant and abandoned by your father. Jin placed his hand on your shoulder making you flinch. "Hey, it's only me. Are you okay?" He inquired softly, frowning at the fear etched across your face. You closed your eyes and blocked the part of your mind which was responsible for your communication with her. "I had a dream last night." You informed Jin as he raised his eyebrow, urging you to continue. You took shaky breaths in, looking down at your boots and trying to get the story out. "Could you please just see it for yourself?" You pleaded, looking up at Jin through your lashes. His heart melted at how vulnerable you looked, he wanted to protect you and hide you from the entire world. Nodding at you, he held your hand before slipping through the barriers of your mind and finding your dream.

You observed his expressions, making guesses at what made him clench his jaw and frown. He opened his eyes calmly, glancing at your worried ones. He cupped your cheeks and told you not to worry, trying to sound as convincing as possible. You had missed the look in his eyes, they were angry. Completely understandable. But they weren't only angry, it was almost scary. He was furious at your dream. Because it wasn't just a dream, it was the reality. Unknowingly, you saw the future and you were still clueless. Jin told you to rest while he performed the cloaking spell, glancing at you every once in a while to make sure you were okay. You tried taking a nap on the couch, telling yourself again and again that you'd be fine. Jin joined you and you laid your head on his chest, listening to the rhythmic beating of his heart while talking about random stuff to distract yourself. After a while, you found yourself laughing at the stories and jokes Jin told you. He enjoyed watching your eyes crinkle whenever you laughed, it was his new favourite sight. Your fingers came across an amulet that hung around his neck. It was black with hints of blue and purple. You ran your fingers across it, not noticing the way Jin's heart beat quickened. "What's this?" You asked, completely focusing your attention on how beautiful it looked. "I've had it ever since I can remember, I probably got it from my mother." He answered, knowing he left you more curious. You didn't reply, continuing to fiddle with the silver chain on which the amulet hung until something happened.

Save us. Save us. Save us.

You hurriedly got up from the couch and stared wide eyed at the amulet. You placed your hands on your ears, still hearing the whispers. "Stop!" You shouted while closing your eyes to block out everything. The agony and the defeat in the voices spread through your heart. Who did they need help from? Jin was horrified on seeing you struggle so much for he didn't have a clue as to what happened. He shook your shoulders, trying to get you out of your trance. It was then that he had felt it and he wasn't alone. The feeling of your powers leaving your body came and left like the wind. You exchanged questioning looks with Jin. "D-did you feel that?" You murmured, panic settling in your heart. This only meant one thing, they were here. The both of your heads turned to the door, straining your ears to hear any kind of chanting but there was none. And it came again, this time more strong. Dizziness took over you as you felt weaker and weaker until you fell to the floor. You saw Jin fall too, your vision becoming hazier by the second. You stretched out your hand to him, knowing this was probably the last time you were seeing him. "Jin..." You whispered before being consumed into the darkness.

You were picked up and taken to the bedroom, your unconscious self being tucked under the covers. Jin kissed your forehead and caressed your face. "Like I said, love, no one is gonna take you away from me." He whispered, admiring the way your face was illuminated by the lights streaming in through the window. It was already dark outside, the moon being the only source of light in the room. Jin gently closed the door so as to not disturb you and headed back to the small living room. He plopped down on the couch and leaned his head on the headrest, recollecting the number of things that happened since he met you. You were too innocent for your own good even though you portrayed otherwise.

He stared at the ceiling before a smirk etched itself on his lips. You, Y/N Corey, were finally his after keeping an eye on you for years. The first time Jin had seen you was when he was 17. He was wandering around the same forest where his current place of residence was located. It had been a bright sunny morning with the cheerful chirping of the birds and the calming sound of the water flowing in the river. He followed the sound of the water only to hide behind a tree on seeing you. You sat on the grass with a sad face, your hands cradling a beautiful dove with blood staining it's white wings. It was hurt and you were too. Your hair was long and decorated with colourful pansies, you were a flawless sight to him. He peeked at you from behind the bark, basking in the sunlight and wondering if you were an angel. He frowned when you placed the dove on the grass and closed your eyes while holding you palm over it's injured body. His mouth formed an 'o' when he saw the wound disappear, not that he wasn't aware of the magical world. He tilted his head as you smiled and let the dove fly away. That was when he had decided he wanted to know you. Jin didn't have many friends and he'd never had interactions with a girl before. He was curious about you and that led him to discover the extent of power he had. All these years, he had monitored your every move, along with slipping into your mind and finding out about your desires when your guard was down. He felt guilty but he couldn't help himself. He was infatuated with you since a long long time and you were obviously oblivious to this information. He saw the way your coven forced you to hate on warlocks, it wasn't good for him. But he couldn't be more proud when he found you scowling at their thoughts. Since then, everything had been carefully planned. Your coven wasn't wrong about him as they had already seen how dark seokjin's mind was. They just failed to see how you were the one he was determined to have, concluding that he probably just wanted to be more powerful. It was sad that almost everything he told you was a lie, including him being adopted. But he knew that it was a sensitive topic for you, for someone who never had a complete family. He was grateful that you never asked his family anything regarding that, probably thinking it wasn't your place to say anything. Otherwise, everything would have gone downhill from there. His family was very much his and unaware of what was going on through their son's mind.

The door to the cabin flew open but Jin didn't even flinch. Your mother walked in along with a bunch of witches and warlocks with her. Your coven lady, Gina entered last with the head of the warlock community, Bastian. The pure horror on their faces when they saw Jin sitting unbothered and completely conscious was laughable. They all had worked together to drain both of your magic and make you fall asleep. Clearly, it hadn't worked very well. "It's funny how you thought you'd be able to take me down with a handful of beginners." Jin chuckled, standing up from his place on the couch and clutching his hands behind him. Gina stared at him in disbelief, this hadn't happened before. She knew just how powerful Jin was, which is why she had decided to join hands with the warlocks. This wasn't just about getting you away from a warlock, it was more about saving you from him. "Why are you doing this, Jin? Let Y/N go! She doesn't deserve to be with someone like you." Your mother said, bravely taking a step towards him. Jin tilted his head to the side, his eyes darkening as he glared at her. The atmosphere in the room was sickening, it made everyone dizzy and weak. Bastian could tell something was wrong but he couldn't quite place his finger on it.

"And she deserves people like you? I have done nothing wrong by loving her and I don't have any intentions of letting her go back to your stupid coven." He hissed at her, clenching his fists in anger. Bastian came to stand between Jin and your mother, staring at Jin with all the confidence he had. "You do know that I can kill you with a snap of my fingers. Give the girl back and you'll live." He threatened, eyes full of disgust and hate. Bastian's eyes fell on the black amulet, concluding that maybe that was why Jin was standing unharmed in front of him. Amulets were usually enchanted with protective spells, serving as an advantage to the bearer. Without any hesitation, he clutched it to get it off Jin's neck, only to yell in pain and stumble back. Jin smirked, loving the way Bastian writhed in pain. Gina gasped and knelt down beside him, holding his hand to see what made him react like that. Agonizing screams filled her head, the kind you'd hear if you burned someone. She pulled away in an instant, staring at Jin in fear. The other witches and warlocks waited to be told what was wrong. "You-you..." Gina mumbled, not being able to get the words out of her mouth. Jin sighed in boredom, when he left town with you, this wasn't what he thought was going to happen. But then again, he hadn't exactly cloaked the cabin because he wanted nothing more than to kill all these people who were coming between you and him. "Yes, Gina, I collect souls. And not just anyone's soul, only the ones who I deem worthy." He smiled mockingly at her as everyone's face turned pale. A man who collected souls and gained power from them was believed to be untouchable. This was something that every witch wrote in her grimoire and every warlock learned about but nobody had ever seen someone like that. Myths don't always stay myths.

Your mother's eyes watered as she glanced around the room and tried to find you. Her eyes stopped on the closed door, her mind screaming at her to open it. Seeing that Jin was too distracted with everyone else, she rushed to the door, pushing it open without further delay. She sighed in relief as everyone's eyes turned to her, including Jin. He gritted his teeth, not liking it one bit that your mother had so rudely tried to disturb you. With a small smile on her face, your mother entered the room only to be stopped by an invisible barrier. She gulped, not wanting to believe that Jin had enchanted the room. Taking in a deep breath, she tried again only to be pushed back.

"No no no...Y/N! Y/N, wake up, honey! We need to go home, please wake up!" She begged, hitting the barrier while crying. Jin stormed over to her and gripped her arm, dragging her behind him while she desperately tried to free herself. "That's enough! I'm not entertaining any of you anymore." He stated, throwing your mother to the ground and spreading his arms before closing his eyes and beginning his chant.

"Adiuro te per virtutem a senioribus, ut partem alteram, a quo nunquam revertetur."

Within seconds, everyone's screams filled the room as black smoke rose above them, their souls painfully leaving their body. Your mother sat still, confused as to why nothing was happening to her. She watched as Gina and Bastian fell to the floor, their eyes completely white, making her squirm. She cried as everyone's body dropped with a thump, placing her hand over her mouth as the black smoke vanished into Jin's amulet. Everything stilled, only your mother's whimpers echoing through the room. "I won't kill you, mother. But I'll do just enough to make sure you never lay a finger on my Y/N." Jin confessed, kneeling down beside her, referring to when your mother had slapped you. He placed his hands on either sides of her head, shutting her voice out as he took away her memories. All her life flashed in front of her eyes, from the moment you were born to when she saw you soundly sleeping, oblivious to everything that was happening. "I love you, honey." She mumbled before passing out, Jin's smile being the last thing she saw.

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You woke up with a groan, your head pounding as you held onto it. Squinting, you looked at the night light streaming in through the little place where the curtain didn't cover the window. You slowly got out of bed and stepped out of the bedroom, glancing around to see any signs of Jin. You heard noises from the kitchen and followed it, smiling on finding Jin cooking food. You crossed your arms and leaned on the doorframe, happy that this was something you were going to get used to. "So you can cook too?" You asked, making Jin look at you with a raised eyebrow. He wiped his hands on a hand towel before making his way to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you to him, smiling at you adoringly. "Did you have a good nap?" He inquired as you nodded and leaned into his chest. Jin inhaled your scent and hugged you tighter, satisfied with the way things had turned out. You spotted the fire outside the cabin, frowning and pulling away from Jin to see it closely. You stared out the window and tried to find the cause of the fire, sighing when you didn't see anyone. "Probably some teens having a bonfire." Jin said nonchalantly, as if he hadn't just burned everyone's bodies in that very fire. Shrugging you turned to him, blushing when you saw him staring at you with love struck eyes. Biting your bottom lip, you went to hug him and hid your face in his shirt. He chuckled and kissed your head, resting his chin on it. Your heart fluttered, this was probably the best you ever felt. This was home now, Jin was home and you didn't want it any other way. "Oh I almost forgot. I think your mother sent something for you. I found it lying by the door." He said, fishing out a paper from his pocket. You frowned and took it, telling Jin you'll be back as he nodded and let you go. You headed to the bedroom and shut the door, wanting to be alone. If your mother sent this, then she probably already knew where you were already. It wasn't really possible to teleport things without knowing the exact location. You quickly unfolded the paper and began to read it.

∂єαя у/и,

ɪ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ. ɪ ᴡᴀs ʜᴏᴘɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ɢᴜᴇss ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴡʀᴏɴɢ. ɪ sᴘᴇɴᴛ ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɪᴛ ᴇɴᴅs, ɪ'ʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. ɪ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀ ɢʀᴏᴡɴ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ɴᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴅᴇᴄɪsɪᴏɴs. ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ, ᴀ ᴡᴀʀʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ. ɪ ᴀʟsᴏ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴄᴏᴠᴇɴ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪs ᴡʜʏ, ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴄʟᴜsɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ. ᴡᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ, ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ɪɴ ғʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴜs, ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ ᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴜᴛʏ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴠᴇɴ. ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ʏ/ɴ, ɪ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʜᴀᴠᴇ. ғᴏʀɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴜʀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ. ɪ ғᴀɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀs ᴀ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴅɪsᴀᴘᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ʙᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴀʏ sᴀғᴇ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴀʟʟ ɪ ᴀsᴋ.

You sniffled, looking at the letter, flinching at the sudden knock on the door before it opened. "Dinner's rea- oh, are you okay, love?" He asked, frowning in concern. You nodded and gave him a tight lipped smile, sad but happy with how everything was going. You placed the letter beneath your pillow and made your way out of the room, holding Jin's hand on the way. Jin couldn't explain how ecstatic he felt that he had take away the part of your memory right before you fell unconscious. He wasn't sure how he would explain the pleas of help that you had heard. He didn't have to deal with that anymore though. In your mind, you had only fallen asleep without any trouble. "They aren't coming after us, Jin." You stated cautiously, looking at his reaction. Obviously, he already knew. He had carefully come up with the appropriate words and made your mother write it by keeping her under a spell before sending her far from you. "Really?" He asked, faking surprise as you nodded at him. He smiled and held you hand in his, giving it a light squeeze. Hesitantly, you moved closer and placed your lips on his, giving him a short and sweet kiss. He stared at you in amusement as you cupped his cheeks. "You were worth it, Jin." You whispered before kissing him passionately. The amulet glowed, but you didn't notice. It was a memento for Jin, of everything he had done to have you but you didn't notice. Your fate was sealed then and there. Love was crazy and it made everyone crazy. Just like Jin was crazy for you. He had kept his promise of never letting you go and he was gonna make sure it stayed that way. Not even the gods above could do anything about it.

AFTER A BILLION YEARS, I FINALLY POSTED IT. UNEARTHLY: PART ONE OF SEVEN. Excuse any spellings, it's too hard to edit this cause it is too long. I hope this was okay. I have all other stories planned. Please be patient with me, THANK YOU.

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makeste · 6 years ago

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Sorry for the interruption,but considering you're up to the most recent chapter in the current arc, I'm wondering (hopefully if it isn't too early to ask), what are some arcs/events you think could happen in the future of MHA? I'm still thinking we'll get a prison break arc but I feel it will happen in the second year of UA.

all right, so here are my guesses for how things will play out for the rest of the series. I’m fairly certain about the next several arcs, but after that it gets a lot more uncertain. I think by this point we’re far enough along in the series to take a decent stab at predicting the major events though.

so first we have our Villain War Arc with Tomura duking it out against Re-Destro and his gang. and presumably Tomura is going to make it out of this alive, if not win outright, and he’ll receive the loyal services of Gigantomachia along with 11 brand new High End Noumus for his trouble. just in time for Christmas! as for whether Re-Destro and the Quirk Liberation Army will make it out if this intact, that remains to be seen. they seem like a pretty huge threat, so I wouldn’t be surprised if they stick around in some fashion for a little while after the arc ends.

anyways, however that ends up turning out, my prediction is that the arc after that will be a New Years Arc. the timing is just about right with the storyline currently being in mid-December, and the holiday break would provide a great excuse for getting the kids out of school for a little bit, which is important for two reasons. one, it’s been a while since we’ve seen characters like Inko and the Bakugous (and there are still a lot of families we’ve never seen at all and it would be fun to meet a few of them), and it would be a chance to catch up with them for both character development purposes and, in some cases, physical development (since Endeavor still wants to teach Shouto that new move). and two, it’s been forever since the kids dealt with an actual villain attack, and for plot reasons we currently can’t really do that at U.A. since any more attacks there would have serious consequences for the future of the school. so that means we have to get the kids out of the dorms and off U.A. property in order to have a proper battle, and New Years vacation provides that opportunity. I’m envisioning a Noumu attack on a crowded shrine or something along those lines. maybe a bunch of the kids plan to meet up for a hatsumoude outing, and this way Horikoshi can include whichever combination of kids (and teachers too probably) he feels like. and this way they’re introduced to the new Noumu threat, and Deku can maybe unlock another one of his new quirks, and we can see some other new moves as well.

after this I’m anticipating that we’ll finally be ready to start my long-awaited Noumu Arc, wherein we finally learn more about these fuckers, as the police and pro heroes finally start to realize the severity of the threat, and make it their number one priority to track them down and eliminate them. during this arc we may finally start internships again, particularly if the kids have proven themselves and managed to take out a Noumu or two on their own in the previous arc. alternately, realizing the danger and the connection to All for One, Izuku and Katsuki (and possibly some trusted friends) may start their own mini investigation, being the industrious and resourceful kids they are. maybe they figure they’ll just try to learn what they can, and if they actually do stumble across any big leads they’ll let the adults know right away and they won’t do anything stupid or take any risks themselves. except that of course it doesn’t turn out that way, and they inevitably do end up Deep In The Shit. and somehow during the course of this arc they finally learn the secret of Noumus and how Ujiko has been making them using kidnapped kids, and all that other extremely dark and disturbing shit. and Hawks probably plays a big role in this arc as well (and possibly Endeavor and Dabi, by extension).

probably this will be a huge arc, and once it’s over we’ll need a break from all that seriousness, so I expect we’ll see some more school stuff; possibly a training session with some of the kids from Ketsubutsu and Shiketsu. we may also see the kids enter their second year, depending on how much time passes. if that happens we’ll learn where Shinsou ends up, and hopefully that will be 1-A! we may also learn more about Aizawa’s past if we haven’t already by this point. and have some more character development for the kids as well.

and now we get to the events which I’m certain will happen, but I’m not sure when and how and in which order. but basically:

Mass Production of the Quirk-Be-Gone Bullets - sparking a huge crisis and possibly taking out a number of the big heroes in the initial wave of attacks. this may lead to the kids’ training being intensified yet again out of fear of the new threat. if the Quirk Liberation guys haven’t been eliminated, the remaining members of their army may go to war against the League again, which would buy the heroes some time. maybe they manage to take out the League’s production facilities and buy a little more.

Prison Break Arc - because All for One isn’t just going to sit around forever. Stain will probably get out too, which is… well, whatever. it may end up splitting the loyalties of some of the League’s members though. and depending on whether or not AFO is able to heal up and restore himself to full strength, he may end up turning on Tomura as well which would obviously be huge. we’ll probably be getting Dad for One hints left and right at this point, and maybe even the big reveal at long last, depending on how things go.

U.A. Traitor Reveal - a.k.a. Hagakure is outed at last. so this I think will go hand-in-hand with the U.A. Invasion arc, and will probably be the lead-up to it. U.A. frantically trying to narrow down who the traitor could be. maybe even someone is framed or wrongly accused. lots of ways to play this one out.

More Mysterious Shit with One for All - uncovering the secrets of the last two wielders! possible time travel shenanigans! unlocking the rest of Deku’s SIXQUIRKS. etc. I don’t think Deku will fully master all of this, mind you – I’m thinking more along the lines of him frantically working to learn as much as he can in a limited amount of time, knowing shit is about to hit the fan and he’s almost out of time to prepare. think Aang training to defeat Ozai with the deadline of Sozin’s comet looming over him. also by this point he may have been outed as All Might’s successor and so there may be additional pressure on him in that regard. I can’t decide whether or not I think that’s likely to happen lol.

and finally, U.A. Invasion Arc - I envision this being either the final arc or the next-to-last, the reason being that the school would probably be destroyed or at the very least severely damaged. allow me to remind you all of Dabi’s speech all the way back in chapter 62 about how U.A. and All Might were the two most trusted foundations of the current society. well, we already lost All Might. so basically, if U.A. falls, that’s it. fucking chaos. anarchy. complete and utter panic. and that’s why I feel like this could only take place at or towards the very end of the series, when it’s fucking do or die time. anyways, so this will be huge, with a ton of epic battles and shocking plot twists, and it’ll probably be more brutal than any arc that comes before it, with at least one shocking death (looking at you, All Might. mind you, if I’m wrong it’ll be the happiest I’ve ever been to be wrong about something). Tomura by this point might have changed sides, or he might be on His Own Side and just kind of confused and looking for his own revenge and not sure who he hates most at this point and All Might might actually get his chance to save him after all. and Deku will finally beat AFO with the help of Kacchan and all the rest of his friends and all the past wielders of OFA. and bam. end of series.

so there you have it, those are my predictions. Horikoshi has said in past interviews that he doesn’t intend for this series to run for as long as some of the other WSJ classics (he originally only wanted it to be 30 volumes lol), and he’s also talked about how his favorite part of superhero stories is the origin story, which to me indicates that we won’t be seeing any timeskips or anything of the like. I figure all of these events would be more than enough to get us to 400-500 chapters easy, which seems like a reasonable length to me. of course it could easily end up running longer depending on whether or not he gets carried away. I probably won’t complain if so lol. anyway, should be a wild ride.

#bnha spoilers #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha meta #essay #makeste reads bnha #asks

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I tried to self harm once with a sharp nail file and I tried to carve into my skin but I never drew blood (only once when I scratched) and I've thought about doing it with a pencil sharpener but when I tried it was too full and I haven't tried again and I feel like a faker whenever I think to myself that I self harm saying that it wasn't even that bad and you can't even see the scars and I feel like I'm not that bad and that I'm just faking it

You felt bad and you damaged your body causing yourself pain. It is self harm. There is this strange conviction in our society that self harm is only when you cut your skin with blade and so bad that you end up covered with blood and, eventually, visible scars. It's not true at all. I used to scratch my skin as well, some of my scratches turned to hardly visible scars, some of them disappeared forever unless seen under microscope but I never bled. I used to hit the walls and pull my hear but there was never any blood. I used to burn my skin, put out cigarettes and matches on my body. That left scars but blood never showed. Does that mean I didn't self harm? That I only started self harming when I cut my skin so deep blood poured?Every action we take that is caused by overwhelming emotions such as sadness, stress, anger or numbness, and which we take out on ourselves is considered self harm. Some people say piercings or tattoos are too but I'd have to disagree - I consider them as art and literally nothing to do with mental issues. However everything we do by ourselves to cause us pain is self harm - self injury - self abuse - self mutilation; there are several names to it but none of them includes the word "blood". I'm not going to look for a dictionary-wise definition of the term itself but you hurt yourself on purpose and that makes it bad enough, that makes it a true thing and not a fake action which you need to re-do to be able to call yourself a self harmer. If you felt bad and decided to "solve" it by harming yourself then it's serious and the problem of nomenclature is the least important right now. You have only just started doing it, accomplished step 1 into self harm so, as soon as you can, go to step 2 which is: stop it right now. You said your scratches didn't really leave any mark and you should really consider it luck. Self harming won't do you any good, it won't solve your problems, it won't make you feel good and make you and your life full of happiness. It's a serious addiction, having impact on your physicality and mentality both. It will give you nothing but a fake feeling of relief which disappears after a minute and leaves you in a worse state than you were before. Self harm is a method of reacting to what happens on the inside but it's not a solution. It's just like cigarettes, drugs or alcohol - a way to forget about your problems temporarily without any permanent action to make the problem disappear. Now you have scratches, next you will have cuts and you will be able to call yourself a self harmer with no doubt behind it. Then you will soon be covered with cuts- they won't scar because you won't let them. And then you will make even deeper cuts which will make you panic or even put your life in danger. And you will look back at this moment and wish you had stopped back then. Self harm has a huge impact on the issues you are going through - it will make them worse. It will add the problem of addiction itself, fighting the urge, feeling pain when you do it but also, when you don't do it as your body will need it. You will fall into depression, you will withdraw from society, you will push away people you like and love, just so they wouldn't know. You will spend quite a lot of money in a pharmacy, buying band aids and antiseptics to heal your wounds. You will feel shame and weakness, even though you shouldn't. Nothing good has ever come from self harm. It's just a way of hurting yourself more and more and it soon takes over your life even if it started from scratches.What made you self harm in the first place? What was the source of your behavior? The reason for your action is the problem that needs to be solved, dealt with and not with self harm. Please, feel free to message me privately. It's way easier to talk that way and I'm more capable of helping you out and supporting you. I never publish private messages so you don't need to worry, you will remain anonymous. Also, you can use chat which cannot be published at all. I'm really eager to help you and I will try my best to find some solution to the problem of yours. I'm here, remember. You are strong and you are great. Don't give up on yourself and instead of hurting yourself, fight for a better tomorrow for yourself and don't let your problems take over your life. You can fight and you can win. Believe in yourself because I believe in you. Stay strong and never give up.Take care xx

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that's cool, don't be sorry i love the long post and talking to another zelda fan :) i haven't played botw either! i think he's portrayed most sympathetically in wind waker. ocarina of time also does make it clear he's gerudo but mainly portrays him as greedy rather than slighted. i think it comes up in twilight princess too (i'm thinking of the flashback to his imprisonment), but i never finished that one. admittedly what i'm talking about is some extrapolation, because nintendo does not (1/2)

(2/3 sorry i wrote too much lmao) care about dark skinned or brown people lol. because to them the blond, pale-skinned hylians are way more sympathetic, so they write him as king of the gerudo who live in the desert w/o resources, and in WW he laments the hand the gerudo had been dealt, but like, as the player you are never encouraged to spend time with his grief or consider whether this endless reincarnation cycle is just furthering the damage. sigh

(3/3) so, like, while the building blocks for a sympathetic/tragic angle are there, i see him as sympathetic partly as a result of me being brown too and doing the critical thinking that nintendo doesn't want to do lol. (if you've seen FMA, i would say that his position is somewhat analogous to scar's role, but FMA is far FAR more sympathetic to scar than nintendo has ever been to ganondorf)

No worries! That’s all really interesting :o the most I remember from Twilight Princess when they got to the backstories was Zant showing up and the struggle between him and Midna, so I’m pretty sure I missed anything they said about Ganon

I haven’t seen FMA unfortunately, but I’ve only heard good things about it! I can totally imagine they went way more into depth about that kind of systemic power dynamic

I think it would be really cool if they delved into deeper and more complex narratives and character arcs in Zelda, a lot of Nintendo games are so simplistic and Zelda seems perfect for richer story telling like JRPGS. And it’s not like they’d have to abandon the simplistic stories for Zelda either, there’s so many different worlds and styles, they went darker and more serious with TP so why not have one game where Ganon actually gets something deeper especially if there’s that groundwork there

But sadly I can definitely see them not wanting to challenge the good just Hyrule Kingdom nor make their perfect hero Link have to grapple with the cause he’s fighting for, even if he can save the world and still be more critical of the system he’s in. It feels like they started trying to hint at deeper and more complex narratives than just Good Guy and Bad Guy but didn’t want to fully commit.

And yeah making their villain’s origins from a darker skinned desert dwelling people and hinting that he’s rising against the pure white monarchy because his people have been treated badly by them but no he’s totally just pure evil is Big Yikes, I think it’s totally a valid take on it though despite how poorly they’ve handled it. At least it makes a lot more sense, and you can sympathize with a villain without like completely flipping it around with a surprise twist of now you hate the hero situation.

I think ultimately Nintendo really wants to market to and makes games for children, even though there’s a huge fanbase of adults (mostly now the ones who you know, grew up with their games and never stopped liking them) it seems like a lot of their decisions revolve around not supporting adult fanbases and i can see them keeping their stories very simplistically Good versus Evil because of that, at least for the properties that they’ve decided are for kids. that’s just pure speculation though, and again I don’t know how deep BOTW goes into world development and lore

#ask #anonymous #zelda #long post

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Hi! I'm on anon bc I mainly worry about that sort of thing, heh. Besides this, I'm asking about, specifically, Sterek - in the sense that I don't really ship it myself, and I wanted to say that regardless of this, and that you do - your blog is brilliant. In general, your posts on the TW fandom and the various ships within are perfect and I agree 100%. Mainly, I'm asking about the sterek, or more specifically Stiles/Derek from actual canon tw, because I could never see anything other than (1/?)

Derek being physically aggressive towards the younger and weaker (in the sense of physical strength) human - a person in a position of power over another abusing that power. In a sense. Since, whenever I watch the show I can't help but see that, I was hoping you could either explain in that great way you usually do that makes things make sense, or at least point me in the direction of posts that have already done so, how exactly their friendship developed(because, yes, I don't think I could(2/?)

ever ship it romantically). Mainly I'd just like to see another's less biased point of view/take on their dynamic, so as not to alienate a serious amount of my fanfic readers despite the fact that it's probably gonna end up as Stalia(oh the horror, that gets like 0 reads ever)I don't want to sideline any characters that are important, such as Derek, and when I watch the show I can never get his character and his dynamic with Stiles down in my head because it's screaming at me not to like him 3/?

And I hate that, because I never like to despise a character without good reason to; I don't want to misrepresent the dynamic, I have to repeat, when I get to later seasons. It'll also help me understand him more, I think, and I hope you don't mind this ridiculously long anon ask, oops. I'm on anon mainly bc of a worry of this being received negatively, as I've seen this sort of query being done in the past for related topics. Ehrm, that's it, thanks for reading this even if you don't answer.4/4

Derek is pretty violent with everyone, including Stiles, in the first two seasons. Fandom has taken this violence and projected sexual tension onto it to justify the ship, but if we're going to count every instance of violence as belligerent sexual tension, then everyone on this show has foe-yay with everyone else.

The thing is, Derek was trying to do the right thing - he just didn't really consider things like collateral damage or value of life in the process. When Scott was Bitten, Derek did try to help Scott learn to control his wolf...it's just that he also lied to Scott about a potential cure for lycanthropy in order to manipulate Scott into helping him. Neither of these somehow negate or undermine the other.

Similarly, in Season 2, Derek felt responsible for the kanima, and thus wanted to kill it before it could kill anyone else. The problem is that he wasn't considering the life of the human who was the kanima without knowing, and he was jumping to conclusions and nearly killed the wrong person (Lydia) because she might be the kanima. Derek wanted to build a pack, and ended up dragging three new teenagers into the mess, two of whom would still be alive if he hadn't. But, they were also extremely isolated before they were in a pack, and never seemed to resent Derek for turning them, even when (in the case of Boyd, at least) it got them killed.

Derek tries all the time, and tries really damn hard. He also fails all the time, and fails really damn hard. Most of that failure all traces back to tunnel vision - he gets so focused on one problem or factor, he never really thought about anything else. Isaac called him out on this in Season 3A - Derek was wallowing about Cora's life and Jennifer's betrayal, which meant he was forgetting about all the other stuff going on that needed to be dealt with.

Derek also tended to presume to know best in the first two seasons and diving head first into problems. A lot of his development in Seasons 3 and 4 was taking a step back to think through the circumstances, and/or taking guidance from those around him. Whether he was the alpha and taking guidance from his betas (i.e. following Boyd's plan against the alpha pack, listening to Isaac calling him out, etc.), or when he was a beta again but following others' leads (following Scott as an alpha, taking proverbial marching orders from Allison in 3B, following the Sheriff's lead and Braeden's lead in Season 4, etc.), Derek always did better working with someone else instead of trying to lead on his own.

To put it another way: Derek really sucks at being King Arthur, but he makes for a fantastic Merlin.

Derek was a wonderfully supportive and empathic individual. Because he struggled with being an alpha, he was a confidante for Scott when he struggled to be a (true) alpha. Derek went from tunnel vision, brooding, and wallowing in the first few seasons, to learning how to use "human" self-defense mechanisms in Season 4 when he realized he wasn't healing and seemed to be losing his lycanthropy (and his strength and senses with it). IIRC, he never just sat down and listened to someone pour their heart out on him in the first two seasons, yet Season 3 opens with him doing exactly that, and this is something he continues to do throughout the rest of his time on the show.

I've said before that "quiet" =/= shy or introverted. Derek is never the kind to talk a lot in the show. In the first two seasons, this manifested as him doing things without really telling anyone or talking to anyone about it. Later, this manifested as him listening to people. He didn't have to change this part of who he is, he just learned to be more empathetic and productive about it.

Derek's story also plays into one of the central themes of the show. The werewolf symbol of revenge is the spiral, but here's the thing about spirals: if they aren't stopped, then they'll go on forever. Derek could've kept pursuing vengeance for his family, but chose not to, and came out better for it. This is highlighted by the nogitsune in 3B, when Derek is infected by one of the flies. Yes, Kate was already dead, but Kate was one person and his family was way more than that. He could've kept going, he could've murdered Allison and Chris just because they were Kate's family (the same way his family died just for being werewolves/in a werewolf pack), and the nogitsune nearly pushed him to do that. But instead, Derek ended the spiral of vengeance, recognizing that Allison and Chris had nothing to do with Kate's murder, and how different they were from Kate (regretting their own participation in Hunter psychosis, trying to change the family motto and M.O., etc.)

Derek's story is very much one of someone grieving tremendously and suffering from horrific trauma. But, it's also one that shows that one's own trauma can end up hurting those around them (the fact that Derek was traumatized and suffering for the first two seasons doesn't change the fact he engaged in a lot of manipulative and abusive behavior at the time). And, Derek's story is the process of recovering from grief and trauma, and learning to let go of anger in pursuit of one's own well-being.

How this relates to Sterek in particular, I've written about here and here, and feel free to ask if you have any more questions on it. :)

And here are some fics which capture Derek's character really well:

See You on the Other Side - Derek doesn't swoop in and save the day - but he does help Stiles, and he learns to share with Stiles and take help from others.

The Nightmare of My Choice - Long-distance relationship FTW.

Starts with "F", Ends With "U" - Fantastic way of Derek using his own experiences to help Stiles with his current abuse, and a great exploration of Derek's trauma that doesn't tokenize it or reduce his abuse to stereoptyes of what abuse actually entails.

#derek hale #sterek #teen wolf meta #teen wolf #nyxie answers #nyxie clears out her inbox #Anonymous

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punkscowardschampions · 6 years ago

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Indie & Rio

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Rio: Yeah, obviously don't bring anything but if it's gone it's gone Rio: You'll be fine Indie: safe Indie: i got none left to bring Indie: it been like that Rio: Damn Rio: Say no more, but do Indie: i get why my ma werent trying to do nothing but this Indie: cept its there still when you come thru Rio: That's the problem Indie: cant keep it goin innit cant keep no thing goin Indie: cant keep drew from wildin acting like a younger bringin feds to my door and my boy on my back cos hes fave target Indie: neither chatting to me like i done this Indie: did i? idk Rio: Nah, you didn't Rio: I can't even expand on it because just no, how could it be you Indie: thats how the boy treating me like i livin for the drama Indie: but the feds want drew in the pen & thats how he want it cos theres nothing left for him to fuck up in these ends Indie: i cant stop it none Rio: That ain't you though Rio: and who would be about this shit, it's the worst Rio: As for Drew Rio: I'm sorry Rio: We've been here before, there's no talking to him when he's in that space Rio: and that isn't on you Indie: every day we on this he be spitting angry at me throwing shit around but acting like im the one creating Indie: its too hard Indie: and yeah then theres drew back on his bullshit Indie: w the only apology yours to hold cos he aint offering Indie: i want him gone & i put that out into the universe so mayb i did it Indie: this is proper gone tho & that baby gonna be born soon Rio: Oh babe Rio: He don't know you like that, he shouldn't be treating you like that, standard Rio: even if you were the biggest drama queen in the world but you ain't and he got you so fucked up on that Rio: Nah, he's doing it all himself, even if you thought you wanted it or still do if not this way Rio: you can't make him do the dirt he do, or make him not Rio: The baby will be good, it'll have it's Ma and Bea is staying with her still and everyone else, you know it'll be okay Rio: what about you though baby Indie: how i let him chat to me that way? who am i rn? wtf Indie: i just want our yard back and you back and things to be what they were Indie: but its not Indie: cos even if we there what kinda ma she trying to be for real? im spinning out but like where in the universe is she @ Indie: & none of this is gonna hurt you most Indie: thats the last thing i aint chatted Rio: We've all put up with shit we shouldn't have Rio: 'cos we thought it'd pay off Rio: You ain't alone in that, nor does it make you less you even if it makes you feel less altogether Rio: I can try to talk to Drew, about the flat, idk if I can make that happen but if he goes jail he loses his lease, he only kept it in the past 'cos his boss' would pay it if he dealt inside, like but he ain't got the clout he used to have Rio: accept it or nah, no doubt we could chat about me taking it on if it comes to that but i ain't making promises Rio: I know but, you gotta trust we will all be there for damage control Rio: we're all alright ish, yeah? Rio: Go ahead, babe, I can handle it Indie: i got caught up cos i wanted someone to be for me & about me one time & everyone else has somewhere to lean Indie: you and mckenna being goals in my face Indie: everything else was a mess but i just added Indie: and now she has Indie: cos what i gotta tell you is bills told me edie be gone Indie: hardcore packed up and run out Rio: i know there's nothing i can say to make you feel less shit about it but i swear to you babe, we've all been there Rio: you know i have Rio: it doesn't make it better for you but it ain't your fuckup, it's one we all go through to grow through, yeah? no bullshit Rio: she did talk to buster but Rio: i didn't think it'd be anything more than normal Rio: i'll tell ma Indie: i reckoned bills was gonna cry she was carrying that much worry Indie: i aint no what to tell her Rio: I'll talk to her too Rio: I don't know what I'll say but Rio: it'll be alright, we can sort this Indie: i been swerving dem all hard as you Indie: more than she got detention for how hard she was trying to hit me up she said Indie: doing everyone the dirtiest ever why i gotta leave Rio: I can't blame you Rio: This shit is hard Rio: and painful Rio: I'm sorry I left you alone Indie: he aint try and fuck me i got no excuses Indie: [sends selfie] am I 😢 I can't feel it so what you seeing? Indie: not trying to be out here in the wild 💔😭 Rio: Baby calm down okay, you're good Rio: Your flight is booked and the uber is en-route Rio: I sent all your deets to you, all you gotta do is get here Rio: we're gonna sort all this okay and the shit we can't we gonna make bearable at least Indie: i dont have anything tho cant b living in mckennas garms after the last Indie: he gon b mad enough im rolling up likely Rio: No he won't Rio: I got plenty of shit you can borrow don't stress on that Rio: Nance has got a mental wardrobe here too Indie: o yeah other mckenna Indie: always sleeping on her living there too Indie: she aint but she do Rio: Exactly, I've had to borrow her bed loads of times before and you know they living that en-suite life Rio: you can stay for as long as you need Indie: innit what school gon do put drew in prison? 😂 Rio: Tbh Rio: In the grand scheme of things, that doesn't matter rn, soz teachers Indie: ill screenshot them words like my ma says Rio: I missed you Indie: safe cos imma be in your face soon Rio: wish it was under better circumstances, like Rio: but we'll get there Indie: @ the age to have a breakdown once a wk soz bout it 😂 Rio: that i can handle Rio: nothing that a pint of ben & jerry's and some chill time can't Indie: warn mckenna to lock up his squad & we all good Rio: 😏 Will do Rio: he's not really rolling with them rn so temptation should be outta the way Indie: 😍💍 be like Indie: i feel it Rio: Erm I ain't that hoe 😣😂 Indie: theres how you say & how you do bitch 😏💘😂 Indie: 👀 you from the front row in a few Rio: 🙄😔 am I really that bad Indie: nah nah Indie: mckenna be amp as Indie: its a good link Rio: Yeah but I mean Rio: do you feel like I've been ignoring you Rio: pre you know, that bullshit Indie: allow it babe Indie: you never done nobody that way Rio: Promise Rio: 'cos that ever what I was trying to be Indie: you always on the clock & your game Indie: trust Rio: Alright, 'nuff about me Rio: is there anything else you need, either now or for when you get here? Indie: gon need to grab my shit while 👻ing this boy Indie: standard juggle Indie: if hes been holding that long & not dashed it out ill break in Rio: You're gonna take some mates with you, yeah? Indie: bitch please i dont need the lads knoing my business that hard Rio: is it a good idea tho, even if he got his own van u kno they all got each other's backs, like Rio: be careful, all i'm saying Indie: they aint gonna call the feds on me man Indie: ill leave it til im back need a clearer head than this for a lock pick Rio: Yeah, don't worry 'bout it now Rio: anything replaceable we can sort now Indie: im not tryin to lose my head over things rn Indie: if imma be in london i got what i need Rio: That's the main thing Rio: and I ain't gonna come at you with 20 questions either, like Rio: space can include from me, just lemme know what you're feeling Indie: i been had enough space from you girl Indie: i miss you Rio: was hoping you'd say that Indie: i love you more than Indie: thats the mood Rio: i love you too Rio: no outs Indie: dont lets lose each other again Indie: 💖💖 Rio: never 🧡 Indie: how long this uber tryna be im 😫😫😫 Indie: imma b sleepin on this wall like i kicking it nursery rhyme vibes Rio: it's saying it's nearly there on the app Rio: if you gonna crash at the airport make sure you near the gate tho Indie: safe Indie: o sick idea Indie: the plane not trying to be up long enough for that shit tho innit Rio: legit its as quick as the bus into town like Rio: be here in no time Indie: its a madness Rio: yeah, see, it's not that far really Indie: feels like Indie: but mayb thats just how i want it so i can 👻 this town harder than afore Rio: it's far enough for that Rio: ain't letting drew out the country are they Indie: 😂😂😂 Indie: not less they start deporting crooks old school like when 🐨 country just one big pen Rio: He wishes Rio: always got his top off like we living that life here Indie: fr like he needs a tan to appear more peng nah nah Rio: if we wanna get a new wifey Rio: least if she out there we unlikely to be related to her so go off Indie: true true Indie: unless he tryna head to spain for my nan we all good Rio: 😬 Rio: yikes, not a mental image we need Indie: idk i hear she keeps things tight & fresh Indie: hes done worse Rio: Stop 😩 Rio: 'less you gonna bring me one of them sick bags Indie: get you a straw donkey when he drag me out there for the 💒 Indie: i got you Rio: when u don't wanna be nan but u down to be ma Indie: least she too old to put a 👶 in Indie: & it aint like being down to be ma is top of his list for how he want his wifeys Indie: that ones just for you like Indie: ro not trying to mother me no mind the one she growing rn Rio: Fair Rio: Willing to put up with his shit and mother him is clearly more vital Rio: 'low it with the mommy issues like he's the only one going without Rio: twat Indie: o snap Indie: just cos yours aint want you boy dont mean you gotta kill mine tho Rio: o snapped too soon Rio: but he ain't get snapped on enough for that Indie: when he offering you dem same goodies ☠ Indie: thanks dad Indie: you a real one Rio: waste Rio: he's so fucked Indie: i was 👍 Indie: down & out Indie: what that make me? Rio: you a kid Rio: not chatting down to you, but you allowed to be is what I mean Rio: he's grown and he caused your shit, he should know and do better so you could Rio: literally his job Indie: idc now if he show up for astrid thatd do man Indie: grown past him still Rio: Yeah Rio: we'll have to wait n see if he can be arsed to prove himself Rio: idk if he's been allowed near since you know Indie: not from what ive 👂 Indie: coulda changed since he stopped chatting at me tho Indie: or he coulda just been chattin it so it dont look his fault he swervin Rio: wouldn't blame them from keeping him away rn, your hormones are fucked and she's never had much sense when it came to him Rio: but i don't know if it's a forever deal or what Indie: i can see her lawin it cos he burned her so hard w this Indie: proper owned Indie: she aint tryin to let you come thru & you fam so Rio: well you know Indie: cant call her out that hard when it aint that different from how my ma tryin to be when Indie: they all 🤡 for him Rio: yeah Rio: i don't get it Rio: whatever, he's good looking Indie: so your da he aint a wasteman w it Rio: it's easier to be treated like shit sometimes though than accept the love init Indie: call out 🔫 at me bitch Rio: not what i was going for Rio: just saying he ain't special with it, we all do it Indie: 👀 you Rio: 😏 shh Indie: 😂 Rio: neway Rio: he's out, yeah? Indie: innit Rio: 👍 Indie: how you livin Indie: gimme dat 411 Rio: yeah good tbh, the place where i work is cool Rio: i'm just doing promo stuff 'cos i don't wanna get too into anything obvs but it's fun, not dry like the angel was getting Indie: sick! they gonna let me in or ⛔ Rio: see what i can do Rio: sure we get u made up no one gonna be too amp Indie: dont 🤡 me Indie: keep it 💋 Rio: oi don't be doubting my skillz Rio: you ever seen me out like that 😂 rude Indie: doubtin my ability to carry all that Indie: you ever seen me in 👠 bitch Rio: you don't need 'em when you out with me Rio: only just be touching your height in mine so Indie: 😂😂😂 Rio: 😣 be looking stupid short 'round here Indie: you will stand w mckenna Rio: what i'm sayin Indie: 😍 gotta travel far 💖💖 baby Indie: good thing he extra too Rio: 😂 Indie: hows the love Rio: I don't wanna be extra about it at you Rio: but it is good Rio: and no one totally flipped shit on it so Indie: im not that 💔💔💔 you cant speak on it Indie: boy dont get to do me dirty and keep me pining long Rio: That's my girl Rio: 💪 Indie: throw shit @ me again he gon catch these hands Rio: serious, what a cunt Rio: he ain't gonna have the chance Indie: do me a solid & dont tell the fam yeah? your ma only just calmin after wanting to merk drew Rio: 'course Rio: you got it handled Rio: they don't need to know every little thing Indie: i did nearly run there the other thinkin i was gonna be baby'd up same time as my step ma near Indie: but nah 🍀 Rio: remind me to take you drs yeah Rio: 😰 Indie: its chill i not letting any lads near me in the 24 or out of Rio: still, with your memory, i don't think the pill is the one we'll get you the implant maybe Rio: or the coil, they last time Indie: sexy Indie: he was wrapped but it got fucked up idk was wild Indie: get them posho london drs to sort me 😂😂😂 Rio: nah you wanna be the one in control of that shit babe trust Indie: 👑👑👑 Indie: i feel that Rio: boys be mad dumb that shit could be old or ripped there's no telling Indie: fr 😒😒🙄🙄 Indie: he only got a year on me too idc how many girls he tryna chat he been w he dont kno that much Rio: You can defs take off at least 20% of whatever he chatting Rio: Trust Indie: serious? Rio: Probably Rio: or think about how many of them were like Rio: 5 minute fumbles at parties and shit Rio: doesn't really do much for your game even if its a numbers booster Indie: tell me mckennas i wont say shit to him swear down Rio: 😂 i would but idk Rio: i ain't asked Indie: girl WHAT Indie: bitch imma do it for you Indie: we taking off like 90% for him 'cause how he like to chat or nah? Indie: 😂😂😂😂 Rio: I can imagine like, I don't need confirmation Rio: Poor baby 😂 Indie: do he kno your numbers? Rio: Nope Rio: 'less he tryna keep track like that which I doubt lmao Indie: its jam we can keep em on 🔒 Rio: Idc I'd tell you Rio: but he ain't wanna know trust Indie: boy too jel Indie: how they all be Rio: you know Indie: drew be tellin me how to do w my body like he something to me so we can let mckenna stand Rio: yeah that's a whole nother thing Rio: that ain't cute or wanted Indie: he aint 😂😂😂 Rio: truth hurts 😂 Indie: innit tho Rio: ur uber says its there so pull up Indie: i be waving to someone Indie: gotta b Rio: kinda excited even though it's cos everything is shit Indie: it me you gotta be hype 💖💖💖 Rio: That's alright then 😘 Indie: what mckenna say bout it? Rio: He's cool, gonna talk to his Dad so we don't have to Rio: getting food too to show he can, like Indie: trying to flex o boy Rio: ever since you dissed him Rio: gotta get good Indie: he need be told 👌 Indie: bring 🍔 🍕🍟 any of Indie: it aint hard if you smart Rio: idk if he taking orders but i'll let him know 😏 Indie: hit him w a screenshot and add 🥊 or 💪 Indie: 💍💍💍 life be like Rio: You have no idea babe Rio: getting it from both of yous again now 😜 Indie: is it? he wearin the 👖 thats how you 😍😍 Indie: i been knew Indie: 💘💘💘 Rio: Shut up 😩 Rio: That just how it be in the bedroom don't get it twisted Indie: 😏😏 when he such a daddy you let him wear the 👑 out 😏😏😏 Rio: yeah you lucky you still a flight away Rio: 🥊 'fore 💋 forreal Indie: 😂😂😂😂

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