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why is zhuo yichen so maiden coded
#bells in his hair embracing a tree as a single tear runs down his face hello?#he's so gentle and treasured young lady on her own far too young it's insane#every time zhu yan gets without five feet of him i feel like swatting him for impugning his virtue#fangs of fortune
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hi basil !! can i request for an imagine with zhongli and an adeptus reader? the reader has been in love w him since the archon war but never told him bc they were scared, and when rex lapis ��dies” they’re absolutely crushed. but when they see a certain funeral consultant preparing his funeral, they tell him about their friendship w rex lapis and how they regret never telling him how they felt. thank you!
featuring: zhongli x gn!reader
warnings: angst, a little suggestiveness, some god complex stuff if you squint hard enough, typos lol
published: may 14, 2021
form: imagine
a/n: hi anon! thank you for the request~ i’m assuming reader recognizes zhongli in his mortal form and confesses in that way! in canon, it’s kind of dubious whether or not zhongli explicitly told the adepti that he actually isn’t dead, but i’m going to take some creative liberties and assume that he tells some of his adepti friends that he’s alive in person, like so~
Time slowed to a halt, as the body of the magnificent dragon, Rex Lapis, plummeted to the earth from the heavens, like a meteor summoned by Celestia. You felt like it was all a cruel, eldritch dream that the Archons had cursed you with, frozen among the crowd of onlookers, as the body tumbled, tumbled, and fell in a lump at the alter. Not a single sound emerged from the crowd, as they all stared in horror.
To them, their deity, their Archon who had pulled Liyue from the depths of the abyss and ascended it to wealth and prosperity, had come crashing down to earth in front of their eyes. But to you... Rex Lapis was your world. It was not Liyue that he saved from the grasp of darkness, but rather, you, you were the one he rescued. It was you to whom Rex Lapis had shown more compassion than you had ever thought possible coming from any living being—warm hands grasping your cold limbs, pulling you up, up, and up, into the light of day, giving you a purpose. A reason to live.
The body lied there, as Lady Ningguang acted fast, trying to ease the onlookers, her own horror still painted visibly upon her usually cold and composed countenance. The corpse of your god still retained some semblance of life, you thought, scales still glimmering with a slight sheen, mane fluttering in the wind of commotion, almost as if he were glowing with vibrant life not a few moments ago.
Please. Rex Lapis. Please don’t leave me. I have so much left to tell you.
*****
“Master!”, you called. “Wait for me!”
You ran to catch up with archon, who had begun his daily routine of assessing the growth of his blossom trees. Tianheng Shan was a favorite location of Rex Lapis, particularly in the springtime when all the flowers on the treas began to bloom, and the glowing flowers that sprouted from the ground took root and broke up from beneath the soil.
Rex Lapis, hands locked behind his back, looked back at you, as you joined him at his side.
“Hello there, [y/n]. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
The archon really did behave like an old-spirited mortal, you thought. He had the mannerisms and idiosyncrasies down to a tee, certainly the polar opposite of the likes of Barbatos.
“I was just about to view the blossoms as well! They should be in season within a week or two”, you responded innocently. This certainly wasn’t an opportunity purely to spend time alone with Rex Lapis. You would never be so silly.
The both of you strolled along the banks of the river, eventually reaching an opening where tens, even hundreds, of pink-blossomed trees wove their way about the bottoms of the cavernous cliffs, some delicate petals already beginning to fall, sprinkling upon the river like memories across the stream of time.
Rex Lapis proceeded past you, craning his neck upwards to get a closer look at the blossoms. As he did so, the hood of his robe fell back down onto his shoulders, revealing long, silky locks of earthy amber resting upon shoulders as hardened as Cor Lapis.
“Quite lovely, aren’t they?”, he mused, almost absentmindedly. “These yinghua are often mistaken for taohua—yinghua do not produce fruit, and their blossoming period is much shorter.” For some reason, you thought, the archon’s gaze seemed to stray elsewhere, somewhere beyond the mass of trees.
“That is why the yinghua is renowned for its beauty. Its life is fleeting, yet so utterly captivating.”
Now, it was all gone. All that was left was a husk—a shell of the god you loved and devoted every ounce of your existence to. A mere gnarled tree that once possessed a beauty that transcended seasons.
*****
You entered the foyer of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, hearing the bell jingle solemnly as the door closed behind you. The place seemed to be rather empty, with nobody manning the front desk. Assorted coffins and various floral wreaths adorned the rooms of the parlor, a rather gauche little showroom of death. The taste and aesthetics reflected quite well the nature of the parlor’s director.
You treaded through the silent shop, wood creaking beneath your feet. The building must be quite old, you supposed.
“Hello?”, you called out. “Is anybody here?”
Before you could take another step, you heard a man’s voice coming from a back room, tucked away behind the main desk and obscured by a curtain.
“Just a minute, please. I will be with you shortly”, the voice called back.
After some further rustling emitting from what you guessed was the storage room, a man stepped out from behind the curtain, slightly ducking below the doorframe due to his rather imposing height.
Dressed in sharp formalwear, hair tied neatly behind his head in a long ponytail, he stepped forward from behind the desk. You noticed a geo vision dangling from the belt at his waist. How familiar, you thought. Something about him tugged at a string deep inside you, but for the life you, you couldn’t put a finger upon it.
“Greetings, how may I be of service to you?”, the man queried, amber eyes penetrating into you. There it was again. Maybe it was his voice, or his gaze, or perhaps just the way he carried himself, that felt so awfully familiar. His words seemed so... warm, even. Like some fond old memory that is slipping off the precipices of your brain. I must be going mad, you thought. One thousand years and still fawning over every handsome man I see.
Clearing your throat, you replied, “Yes, I am here on behalf of Lady Ningguang and the Qixing. We are looking for a supply of flowers to send off Rex Lapis at his funeral next week.” The man eyed you, curiously. “I was wondering if perhaps you could suggest a suitable flower wreath, preferably something in-season.”
Without a response, your odd companion began to walk towards an adjacent room attached to the lobby, hands crossed behind his back, quite like an old man, although he looked to be in his early thirties, at most. Assuming you were to follow, you stepped into a side room filled with vibrant flower wreaths of all sizes and colors.
The man begun to the scan the selection closely, as you stood to the side and watched him work. Oddly enough, the silence in the room wasn’t awkward, but was even quite comforting, in the same way a blanket warms a body.
Settling upon a modest, pink-flowered wreath of bouquets, he turned to you, indicating that he has decided upon a suggestion. He turned to you, those same eyes once again boring into you. Those were not the eyes of a young man, but something much, much more ancient, and for a moment, you stood frozen, frightened.
“Might I suggest the lovely yinghua? They are a personal favorite.”
White. White was all you saw for seconds, and when you opened your eyes, everything looked crisper, like a veil had been lifted. The world felt clearer, your thoughts came at you with greater clarity, but above all, it was no longer the funeral parlor manager that stood in front of you.
It was him. Rex Lapis.
The room started to twist and warp again, but this time not because of the spell of fog that the archon had cast to maintain your ignorance, but rather because of the salty tears clouding your vision, and the pressure of pure relief, joy, and utter agony that brought you collapsing to your knees, right then and there.
You couldn’t believe it. What about the body? Was that a mere fabrication ? Or was this vision before you an illusion, an echo of the past that had somehow manifested itself in front of you? Why would Rex Lapis do this to you, make you endure such pain? If he knew how much you loved him, how much gratitude you felt for him, how much you didn’t want to move on without him—
“Oh Archons, [y/n], please, I’m so, so sorry—”, he uttered. You felt a soft pressure surrounding you, as you became vaguely aware that the man you loved was now embracing you, the both of you huddled on the floor. “Please forgive me, I hate myself for it but I had to do it, and for the pain I have caused you, I’d much rather die, myself. ”
You could barely understand his words over the sound of your own weeping, forgoing all manners and letting your tears run free. You felt your master tighten his arms around your middle, as if scared to let you go, after already sacrificing you once.
You mustered up the strength to look up at him, seeing that now the dragon’s eyes themselves had become watery with emotion, something you had never seen in the archon before. The regret you felt was threatening to burst from your throat, a lump preventing you from being civil, or talking like a proper adeptus, or confessing your feelings to the man who you owed your life to. No more. No more weakness that plagued your heart for centuries. You may never have this opportunity again.
“[y/n], I beg of you, please forg-“
You pulled your savior’s face towards you, and without hesitation, placed your lips upon his. Too long, had this moment been forgone, and the both of you knew it, as the archon gradually deepened the kiss, intertwining his hands through your hair. This was life. The clarity of it all, the energy surging into you from the points where your skin touched, the infinity of your lips melding against his. This is the god you worshipped and would lay your life down for. Without him, there is nothing.
His lips, initially hesitant, grew more confident, more desperate as they clung onto yours. His fingers were soft as they traced the back of your neck, as if trying to memorize each one of your vertebrae. A feral yearning, something only a dragon was capable of, was unhinging behind Rex Lapis’ ministrations, as you proudly latched yourself deeper into him. The silence of the parlor was now filled with heavy pants and the rustling of fabric, as the two of you clung onto each other, one not wanting to depart before the other.
As you felt the breath in your lungs dwindling, having given all of your life and energy to Rex Lapis’ mortal body, you pulled yourself off of him. Streaks of wetness along his cheeks glinted in the late afternoon sunlight filtering through the windows. His hair had become undone in the minutes where he had been attached to you, and his face showed something of a quenched desperation. He was mortal, and he was perfect.
“Promise me. Promise me, that you will stay by my side forever.”
a/n: ohoho i hope you like it anon~ this is a little bit spicier than i usually write but tbh i kinda vibe w it
#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#genshin headcanons#genshin imagines#genshin impact fanfiction#genshin x reader#zhongli headcanons#zhongli imagines#zhongli x reader#zhongli x y/n#genshin x y/n#zhongli#zhongli fanfiction
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Curly Hair and Blue Eyes, Just like yours
Pairing: Clark Kent x Fem! Reader
Summary: You decide to tell Clark Kent about the daughter he never knew he had with you, and he only wishes he had found out about her in a better situation.
Warnings: Kidnapping , Violence, Angst
[My Masterlist]
"Baby, we gotta go, come on out now," You called from the kitchen, having stuffed Piper's lunchbox into her tiny little bag that you had now propped on your shoulder. Little feet raced down the staircase of your home and you smiled, when you saw the little blue eyed girl, her hair neatly settled into two pigtails on either sides of her head, poked her head in. You knelt down in front of her, helping her put her bag on.
"Mommy? I wanna have Uncle Jerry's apple pie— " You smiled as you stood back up, quickly kissing the top of her head, as you took her hand in yours, your fingers clasping against the five year old's tiny ones.
"Well, if you are a good girl at school today, mommy might think of baking you one instead for dessert," you smiled down at her as the two of you walked out of your tiny two bedroom apartment in a tiny, cramped street in Metropolis where you had lived for years. You buckled her into the passenger seat, laughing to yourself listening to her as she had decided that now was the time to speak to her doll.
Being a single mother, there was so much on your plate always. Your days started with leaving Piper at Kindergarten, heading straight to the grocery store where you worked after leaving her. Four hours later you drove back to her school, picked her up and brought her back to the store with you, where you fed her and let her play around at the back, until 4 pm when finally, you ended your shift and the two of you drove your way back home.
You straightened the crease on your shirt, leaning against the fence along with the other young mothers who were waiting to collect their wards from kindergarten, just like you were until the bell rang somewhere inside, and a flurry of kids arrived, like bees floundering in the air.
You knelt down, throwing your arms out at the sight of your daughter who pushed herself into you, and you kissed her on her nose, and she giggled.
"Mommy, guess who vi- vitit— " She stammered, trying to say the word but she couldn't.
"Visited?" You asked, smiling at her, and she nodded.
"Visi- ted today."
You pulled yourself up, taking her hand in yours as you began walking with her towards the car parking, glancing down at her every ten seconds or so.
"Superman!!" She excitedly screamed, clapping as you opened the car door for her. The smile that was earlier on your lips dropped at the mention of him, and instead, a hollow look now ghosted your eyes as you regarded her briefly, giving her a fake smile and nodded, buckling her into the passenger seat, "Hm, I see. Why was he there?"
The car ride back to the store was a quiet one from your end, where only Piper spoke telling you of how the Superman had visited the kindergarten today, spent time with the children, telling them how they all were strong enough to grow up and be Supermen and Superwomen themselves. There were times when you snorted, not win disbelief, quickly masking it with a fake laugh, listening to your daughter talk about him.
You hated him, atleast you thought you did. You realized, the more you listened to her describe, Clark Kent was just the same— just the way you remembered him to be six years ago, when you had last met him.
How were you supposed to tell the innocent little child what Superman used to be to you?
Six years back, he had left you, leaving you broken hearted, and had walked out of your life, without giving you a reason as to where had you gone wrong in your relationship with him. No matter how much you tried, pleading and begging him to reconsider, it appeared as though he had already made up his mind.
"[Y/N], this will hurt for a while, and then you will be okay, trust me."
How the hell were you supposed to trust him when he was the one responsible for the excruciatingly painful heartbreak that you had witnessed?
You watched him, followed the news, watching every single success that Superman attained, his face plastered to your television screen, his charming boyish smile tugging at your heartstrings but you still felt happy, knowing how he was saving the world. Although, ironically, he had done nothing to save your crumbling relationship.
You would have still forgiven him, had you not found out, just a month after he had left you, that you were pregnant.
At first, you thought that Clark deserved to know— after all, he had every right to be in his child's life, and you were no one to take that boon away from him, or your child. Sucking it up, you had forced yourself to go to the Daily Planet building, to talk to Clark, to tell him what you had found out.
You didn't. You couldn't. Because he looked happy with Lois Lane. So you left.
Your home smelt like a freshly baked apple pie, as you stood against the kitchen counter, the baked goodie laying in front of you just like you had promised your little girl. Outside, in the living room, you could hear the television on, as Piper watched her favourite cartoon, her chuckling audible to you, which made you smile. Your golden retriever, Berry, nudged her head against your leg, causing you to bend slightly so you could pet the top of her head before she scampered off to be with her best friend once more.
"Piper, baby. Berry wants to go out."
The little girl dashed into the kitchen upon hearing your words, her excited eyes glimmering with delight as she began looking up at you.
"Mommy, can I take her out?"
You thought for a minute, planning to refuse at first but then you gave up, because the two of you, your baby girl and your furry baby both looking at you with big, googly eyes that you couldn't resist.
"Fine but stay close to the front gate, and inside. There's a lot of traffic outside, love. Mommy's gonna be watching you from the window here, alright?" You gave her a smile, watching as the two of them walked off, the dog first, followed by the girl— smiling at how considerate the big dog was around her tiny form.
While you were readying the plates, setting the dinner table, you momentarily made sure to glance out of the window, from where you could see them both, running around, being the big goofballs the two of them were. What you failed to see, was a dark hooded man, standing by your fence, watching the girl carefully, observing.
A few minutes passed by, and you decided that it was time to go out and fetch the two back inside, when you heard Berry mediating between loud barks, and pained whines. Your eyes widened, as you ran out of the house, on bare foot, the pads of your feet grazing against the grass when you saw two men, throwing your daughter into the back of a car, Berry having tied ruthlessly by her neck to the tree, the hold so hard that she was almost suffocating. By the time you ran to the gate the car was already turning down the street, until it finally disappeared out of view and you fell to your knees, screaming, crying, your heart pounding inside your chest. Someone had taken your daughter.
Finally, after two minutes of screaming your heart out, you leapt to your feet freeing Berry from the leash that had her pinned to the tree, tears still streaming down your face as you ran inside, grabbing your phone and your car keys.
There was only one who could bring her back, and there was nothing stopping you from asking from his help, because only he could do it— find her from whichever corner of Metropolis they were hiding her and bring her back.
At some time between you driving recklessly through the streets of Metropolis to the time you finally reached the Daily Planet building once again, the sky started pouring, heavily. You parked your car in the parking lot opposite to the building and without caring, you stepped out into the rain, racing your way into the building.
"Clark Kent, please, it's urgent," you literally slammed your moist fists against the desk of the office receptionist, her eyes widening when she saw the condition you were in— your hair and your outfit drenched in the rain, sticking to you, your body trembling with cold.
"Uh, sure, but who do I say is asking for him?"
"[Y/N], and please, tell him it's urgent."
You began rubbing the side of your arms fervently, trying to keep yourself warm, as the receptionist pulled the receiver to her ears, and looked up at you briefly, "Mr. Kent, a Miss [Y/N] is here. She, uh, says it's urgent, and it does look like she is in a state of.. emergency."
The receptionist disconnected the phone, slowly placing the receiver back. She looked up at you, and informed you that Clark was on his way now to see you. You began biting the insides of your cheeks— a sudden nervousness killing you from the inside. How were you going to tell him? What if he refused to help you? Where was Piper? All kinds of depressive thoughts began to sneak into your head when his silhouette finally appeared, his eyes falling on you as he was walking towards you.
Clark Kent pushed his glasses nervously over the bridge of his nose, his heart racing. He wasn't sure, why after all those years you were here to see him, and that too, this urgently. He hoped you were okay. When he stepped out of his office, his eyes fell on you. His heart broke, yet again, on the sight of you— you were dripping from head to toe, your body shivering due to the cold. His pace increased, until he was literally running towards you, his eyes fixed on yours.
"Clark." You began, only to find yourself give in, to nerve wracking sobs as he pulled you into his embrace, letting his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him, as he soothingly rubbed your back, thousands of memories flooding back into both your minds.
"Listen to me, there's something you should know," you hicupped, still crying hysterically. Clark slowly walked you away from the crowd that had now gathered around you and him until the two of you were in an empty cabin. He lowered you in a leather chair and pulled one in front of you, letting his palms rest on your knees, "Whats wrong?"
"I didn't know who else to go to, I -- Clark," you swallowed the lump forming in your throat, you didn't know how to begin. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, or tried to, but the heaviness of your chest couldn't let you breathe, "Someone took my daughter, right from in front of my eyes. Two men, dressed in black, they came and they took her, stuffed her into their car, Clark, I don't know where to find her, what to do."
Clark's face fell— it was as though someone had cut off his oxygen supply— what else was he expecting? That you would wait for him all your life? He looked at you in a strangled way, his eyes narrowed at you, but he wasn't angry. He just looked hurt. The hands that were resting on your knees slowly pulled away and you winced at the loss of the contact, looking up at him through your teary eyes. He pressed his lips together and parted his lips, "Do you have any idea who could have —"
"No, I— Who could mean harm to an innocent little five year old, Clark? She can't even hurt a fly." You cried.
"Five.. five year old?" Clark croak, as if something was lodged inside his throat.
"Five years, and a few months to be exact.." you whispered, as your fingers gently pulled out your wallet, and inside was a picture of your beautiful little girl, her long black hair, just like Clark's curled atop her matted head. She was a true replica of him, having his luscious curls, big blue eyes and the kindest of the smiles. You slowly extended the wallet towards him, your hand trembling as your heart beat like a supersonic train. "That's— that's her, Piper ..Kent?"
Clark stepped abruptly from the chair, his fingers clasping your wallet. Weakly, he looked down at the photo, the realization sinking into him. The eyes that looked back at him from the photo were the same eyes, he didn't need proof to believe that she was his.
"Clark, I know you have questions but this isn't the time, please help me, they took her! I — I need Superman.. she needs Superman.." You pleaded him, with your eyes, looking at him.
The next minute, Clark had his hand on your shoulder, as he was walking you out of the cabin, his eyes not meeting yours.
"Get back home, incase they call for ransom or something. I will get her back."
What you didn't see when you were on your way out, was the way Clark broke down after you left. He lowered himself to his knees, watching you walk off until he had both his hands pulling at his own hair, his eyes glowing with the heat vision, his body suddenly on fire.
Two days passed, and with these two days, whatever sanity that was left within you, drained out, anxiety taking over completely. You went to the Daily Planet, looking for Clark, but he wasn't there— of course he was out looking for her. But it still didn't let you rest any easier.
By the time it was nightfall, you were pacing around in your living room, your kitchen a mess, dirty utensils from two days back still soiling the sink. Your hair were a mess as you had not bothered even running a hand through them, for you were completely shaken and distraught.
Just when you thought that your mind will probably burst with the amount of worry that was eating at you, the doorbell rang. You ran— it was like running a life marathon— as you unlocked the door, finding Superman standing at your doorstep, holding Piper in his arms, the little girl having her arm locked around Superman's neck, her face glimmering with excitement.
"Oh my fucking—" you cursed under your breath, sniffling in retaliation to the sight and n front of you as you threw out your arms towards her, "Piper, baby! You're okay! Jesus, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I should have been careful— "
"Mommy, do you know that Superman saved me from the bad men?" You gasped, almost wide eyed as Piper leapt into your arms, and you buried your face into your daughter's hair, nuzzling your nose against her face, holding her tight, as though if you didn't, she would slip away. What suprised you, and sort of, made you smile was her innocence — she was kidnapped and probably locked up somewhere and yet all she could think of or talk about was how Superman had saved her life. Your eyes flew to his, meeting his halfway, you could see how exhausted he looked, and a look passed between the two of you— a look of love that had been buried years back— the two of you didn't need words, and the two of you could feel how the other one felt — probably a mix of relief, anger and a lot of questions.
"Yes, he did—" You smiled, "Are you okay, Piper? Love, are you hurt?"
"She's— " Superman began speaking, and you looked at him once again, "She's fine. She isn't hurt, I made sure."
You bit your lip, your fingers toying with your daughter's curls. Finally, you stepped inside, leaving the door wide open, glancing at Superman with the corner of your eyes, "I know you want to to talk. Please, come in."
"Mommy? Is Superman staying with us tonight?"
"Piper, darling, would you go and check on Berry? She's not feeling well ever since you left—" You placed her on the floor, carefully eyeing her for any injuries, but much to your relief, there were none.
"Alright, mommy."
"You should have told me, [Y/N]. She's mine too!"
You gasped, almost inaudible, trying to suck in a mouthful of air as you fixed yourself by the window, looking out, almost cautiously, your mind still in a state of alert. When Clark saw this, he walked up to where you were, staring out of the window, and you saw his reflection behind you, his hands on your shoulders as he turned you around, "they won't come back, [Y/N]. I made sure of it."
"Who were they? What did they want?" You frowned, his hands still on your shoulders but you didn't seem to mind.
"They weren't anyone of importance, they did it for ransom, having randomly decided to kidnap her and ask you for money. How were they supposed to know they kidnapped my daughter? Like hell, I didn't know I had a daughter," he almost froze, letting his hands drop, his eyes now looking at you for answers.
You took a deep breath, running your hands through your hair, almost pulling at them in an attempt to straighten them a little, but Clark grabbed your arm, his grip on your wrist as he lowered it, showing you how his patience was wearing thin.
"You left me, Clark. Just because I was pregnant, it didn't mean I was selfish to use her as a means to get you back, or to burden you with her responsibility." You hissed, trying to pull on your wrists, but of course, how were you to match the Kryptonian's strength?
"I would have never left if I knew—"
"And this, Clark, is exactly why I didn't want you to find out. I didn't want you to decide to stay with me because.. of a baby," you had begun pacing in the living room now and Clark just stood by the window, his arms crossed against his chest, "You would have hated me one day." Suddenly, you stopped speaking and your eyes widened, your head sharply turning towards him and a thin frown appearing on his sublime features. The next minute, you were glaring at him, poking him in the chest with your index finger, "Before accusing me of hiding this from you, how would you justify you leaving me without giving me the reason? You didn't care about me, you didn't care about the fact that I cried myself to sleep for weeks, inwardly tortured for months. How very hypocritical of you, Mr. Kent."
He grabbed your hand, however his hold remained gentle on you. Very slowly, he twisted your arm behind you, stepping closer, in a way pinning you to the wall behind, looking down at you. He then scoffed— a dry, sarcastic scoff.
"I left you because I had no choice. Luthor took Lois—"
"Oh, great, Lois, and that's why you left me—"
"He took Lois because he thought Lois is the woman I'm with. You realize what this means? If he knew or find out it was you, he would have thrown you off that building. I couldn't have lived with that. I did it for you!"
Tears streamed down your face, his words finally sinking in. You parted your lips and all that came out was a gush of air. Clark placed his hand on your cheek, reluctantly, half expecting for you to push it away, but you didn't. His fingers felt hot against your skin, like embers as he cupped your face, his fingers gently brushing against your cheek.
"I came..one month after you left me .. to your office ..when I found out.. wanted to tell you," He nodded, blinking as he waited for you to continue. "I saw you with Lois. You looked happy, the two of you."
"Lois is just a friend, I never—" he frowned, his hand dropping from your cheek as he ran his fingers through his own hair, his exasperation evident, "It was always you."
"I can't believe this, Clark. I fucking cried myself to sleep thinking you hated me," you sniffled, falling back against your couch like a lifeless corpse, bringing both your palms to your face as you buried yourself to those, hiding yourself from his intense eyes, "That girl—" You looked up, your cheeks now stained with your tears, "she is more you than she is me. In every single way. I needed you Clark Kent."
"I'm sorry, I should never have —"
"Six years, Clark. You missed her birth, you missed watching her grow up, she was without you, and we were okay, you know? And now this happens and my life is a mess once again—"
He looked at you, dejected, his glances mediating between the floor to you and then back down to his hands. Finally, he cleared his throat, and you looked up at him, looking at the beaten Superman in front of you. He was everything but the strong superhero you knew in that split second. He was a broken man— just a man— in a spandex costume.
"If I could go back and change what I did, I'd do it in a blink of my eye."
You smiled, and replied, "It's easy to say. It wasn't your fault, though. It was perhaps, we were never meant to be."
His face fell, and he didn't try to hide it from you. You bit your lip, tasting the metal on your tastebuds as he slowly took a step away, his eyes moving from you to the stairs, perhaps hoping that he could see Piper before he left.
"If something ever happens, if you need me, I'll be there, [Y/N]. I couldn't be there when you needed me, but I'll be there from now until you don't need me anymore."
Would it ever happen when you won't need him any more? You never truly moved on, no matter how hard you tried. The void remained, in your heart, in your life and in your cold bed. Six years , and you couldn't make yourself fall in love with anyone, because no one was Clark Kent, they could never be him.
"Leaving us again, are you?" You wiped your tears with the back of your palm, and he looked at you, suprised as though he had heard you wrong.
You smiled and you looked down at your hands, they were trembling as you rubbed them fervently against the fabric of your thigh, and stood up, hesitantly at first, before a little confidence built up inside you when you saw the softness in his eyes as you walked towards him. This time you pinned him to the wall, and the taller man let you, without even trying to attempt to escape or show you just strong he was. He let himself be entrapped as you grabbed his chin, rather unceremoniously, yanking his head so he was looking down.
"Don't you want me to—" he stopped talking, finally realizing what you were trying to say to him.
"Six years, I watched you on TV, and that's just it. That was the nearest I had to feeling anything. Is this what true love is? You know someone isn't coming back yet you can't stop loving em?"
He smiled, but didn't reply. He just kept gazing into your eyes.
"Go on, go. The world needs you, Superman."
You smacked him on his chest, watching his eyes to shift to confusion once again. Awkwardly, he tilted his head to his side and shook his head, only his chin moving.
"And you? You don't?" He asked.
"No." You smiled smugly, watching his face fall, so you hurriedly added, "I need Clark Kent, not Superman. He is very broody, and I am scared of him. I would rather have my Clark back."
He gave you a toothy smile, and in that minute, he wasn't Superman anymore. He was your Clark Kent, only in a spandex costume. He wrapped you in your arms , pulling you to him, bringing down his lips to the side of your jaw, as he kissed your chin at first, and then moved on to your lips. Your lips met his, after a long time, and your insides exploded, your hands flying to the back of his head.
"Mommy!"
Clark cleared his throat, and you immediately pulled away wiping your lips and the two of you looked at each other, both your cheeks a slight crimson. You two felt like a child again, having been caught stealing cookies and Clark smiled, sitting down until he was squatting on his heels. He threw out his hand towards Piper and she ran up to him, settling herself on his thigh.
Clark looked up at you, and so did she, and you couldn't help but give them a warm smile back, because the sight was melting your heart. It was like a mini me, Clark and his little female version, looking right at you with that big blue eyes.
"What?" You asked Clark.
"Shall we tell her? Shall I tell her?"
"No, Superman." You changed your voice, grabbing him by his Cape as you pulled him up, "I don't want targets on her back. Why don't you just go on out, change into some human clothes and then we can tell her who her father is."
"But sweetheart, it's a little too late for that don't you think?" He pointed towards Piper, and your head shot towards her, you jaw almost dropping when you saw her eyes turn orange due to the heat vision, just for a bit before they turned blue again, and Superman slid his arm through your waist.
"It's okay, let them find out, Superman has a family. They still can't touch a hair on your head, not until I'm around. And I'm not..going anywhere."
"No, sweety," you gave him an apologetic smile, "that's not what I'm worried about. I'm worried she's gonna go to school and boast around how her dad's Superman."
"Well, they are going to find out, one day or the other."
"You're right, Clark." You nodded, as the two of you watched her scamper off, chasing Berry, you leaning on to him.
A/N- Fuck, I realised I really got carried away with this one. I think this is the longest one shot I've ever written? I thought I'd break it into parts but oh well. I hope you guys liked it.
#clark kent x reader#superman x reader#superman#clark kent#kal-el x reader#clark kent x y/n#clark kent x you#henry cavill x y/n#henry cavill
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solo carol — oikawa toru x reader
genre: angst with a fluff twist.
warnings: none.
word count: 1.6k
synopsis: sometimes, the holidays can bring out the best and the worst feelings in ourselves. being away from home during this time of year just makes it specially harder. oikawa toru always knew exactly what he wanted in life, but he never thought achieving his dreams would cost him so much.
tris' note: this was inspired by the song “only the brave” by louis tomlinson, but i'd say I added a lil of a twist to it. if you want, you can listen to it to help you get into the narrative. reblogs are always deeply appreciated and help me tons! ♡
a special thanks to @tetsunation for reading the first draft to this, and to @hcn421 for helping me with my block ♡
© sunkaashi — 2020. all rights reserved. do not repost, plagiarise it, translate it nor reproduce this post as your own.
Shades of red and yellow illuminated the street cobblestones, the gleaming Christmas lights guiding his way to a yet unknown destination. As he walked down the avenue, Oikawa let his eyes wander all over his surroundings, his gaze running almost as fast as his mind did. Despite that, Toru paced slowly along the sidewalk, soaking in the scenery before him. It really was a beautiful view.
But it wasn’t about the garlands wrapped around the streetlights, nor the shiny golden ornaments that delicately hanged from them. Even the decorated trees didn’t quite catch his attention that night. It was something else that fought for his heart instead. Something that he hadn’t had a taste of for a while now.
And tonight, his undying desire felt like being parched while standing in front of the sea.
Cheerful laughs echoed through the air as little children sprinted past him, unaware of the man’s presence. Yet, he didn’t mind, his sheepish giggle joining theirs. Downtown street bars buzzed with loud chatter, smiles painted on unfamiliar faces as a natural halo appeared to involve every single one of them. The warmth Oikawa felt rushing through his core had nothing to do with the sultry weather, rather, it emanated from that sight before his eyes.
Still, he seemed to lack a light of his own, and basking in other people’s glow, as joyful as it may be, comes with a price. Toru was left alone, only his shadow accompanying him through the night.
Staring at his silhouette reflecting onto the ground, the man moved his hand out of the pocket and to his nape, carefully watching his own contour mirroring him in every move. And even with every step taken that assured him a bond between himself and the dark figure, he still felt like something was out of place.
Oikawa could feel his slouched shoulders pushing him down. For a man who always stood with his head held high, there was only so much he could take. As he dragged his feet through the curb, he asked himself when it all changed so fast.
A quiver took over his body as if he refused to admit to that idea. He had it all, didn’t he? He sneered, lightly shaking his head. If he acted tough enough, maybe his thoughts would catch up to his actions, right? At least that’s what he wanted to believe.
Cracking his neck, he looked up to the clear summer sky, determined to push those thoughts away as if doing so would make it all magically fall back into place. As his eyes met the silver shimmer from the stars, which were shining a little brighter than they usually did, he couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by the beauty of it. Most of all, he was struck by what it reminded him of. He thought back to Miyagi. To Japan. To home.
“Oji-san!” His nephew came running down in his direction, almost knocking him over with all the strength in his little body. “You’ll never believe what Santa got me for Christmas! Guess it, guess it!”
“Wow, calm down, kiddo!” Toru laughed as he held the 6-year-old into his arms. “Hm, let me think…” He said looking up to the ceiling and softly clasping his chin. “Legos?”
“Better than that!” The little guy answered while squinting in joy, eyes twinkling in a way his uncle had never seen before.
“Hm, a bike?” He asked calmly, messing with the kid, knowing that was the present he’d gotten last Christmas. The teenager tried to hold back a giggle, but mocking his nephew was just too much fun.
“No, oji-san! It’s the coolest gift ever! Try again!”
“Is it a rocketship?” Toru said, widening his stare like even himself would be excited if that was the case. But the child sighed, rolling his eyes. Hiding a smirk, the older boy decided to stop playing around, finally giving in to the youngster’s wishes. “I give up! I have no idea! What is it!?"
“A volleyball! Just like yours!”
Oikawa smiled at the reminiscences lingering in the air, the memories immersing his senses back to the time and place he never wanted to leave. Closing his eyes, he could still feel the ghost of his nephew’s embrace, a tight and cozy grasp around his neck, saying more than words ever could. But his daydream didn’t last long enough to suppress the void hoovering his heart. As soon as he opened his lids, he was taken back to reality.
And then, just when he thought there was nothing else that could haunt him that night, a sore sight caught his attention, putting out the last flicker of flame that rested in his almond eyes.
It was just a glimpse, just some little specks of sand running down the hourglass of his life. Those few seconds usually would barely mean anything in the long run, but tonight that was enough to wash away his beam. Slightly furrowing his brows into a hurtful look, he tried to fight back the tears threatening to fall down his face.
An innocent couple running across the street, hands intertwined in a knot while brief chuckles scaped now and then, an exchange of accomplice looks giving out their most clandestine thoughts. It was at that moment, when unforgiving loneliness meets undeniable happiness, that Toru fell apart.
Slowly, he made his way to the building next to him, leaning his back onto the brick walls of the construction. He stood there, swallowing down the feelings that begged him to be screamed out.
He always knew he’d have to make sacrifices for his dreams. But all out of all the things he missed, there was only one that he would never forgive himself for letting go. And as he watched love surrounding him from every corner, it was impossible not to think of it. Not to think of you.
Raindrops cascaded down the windows of the apartment as the man dove himself further under the covers. Shrinking his body between the sheets, Oikawa felt a too familiar touch enveloping his torso, comforting him with a warmth that even sunlight could not compete with.
“Couldn’t you just stay like this all day?” Toru groaned as his fingers found their way to your locks, gently caressing your hair.
“Mhm?” You hummed in response, too disoriented by your lack of sleep to even process what he was saying. Leisurely, you opened one of your eyes to peek at your boyfriend, lips instantly curling up into a smirk.
“Nothing, love” He chortled. Oikawa didn't need to ask you again, he’d found his answer in the way you looked at him.
"Someone woke up in a good mood." You said, trying to tease the boy. "Santa must've gotten you a very special gift."
"I'm looking at it right now."
Brushing against your skin, his other hand played with the buttons of your shirt, the one you were too tired to take off the night before.
“I’m going to miss this. Miss you.”
“I’m not going anywhere. Not now, at least”
“But soon you will” You paused, a heavy silence filling the room. “Toru…" Before you could finish your sentence, he delicately pushed you away, placing one of his hands onto your chin, obliging you to look into his eyes.
"Please… Let’s not think about that now.” Pulling you closer to his body, he held you tighter and tighter by the minute, afraid that if he ever let go, you’d slip away.
And you did.
Looking back at it, he regretted everything. All the words left unsaid, all the things he should've done so that he’d have you in his arms right now. But you couldn't leave it all behind just to follow him to the other side of the world. Even if you wanted to, he would've never had the heart to ask you such a thing.
So you both decided to break it off.
Yet, it had been two years and there wasn’t a single day when you didn’t cross his mind. And right now, when the pounding sound of bells resonated throughout the air, bringing him back to earth, Oikawa believed it must’ve been some kind of sign that you were the person he was thinking about. It was only then that Toru realized he was standing at a church.
Step by step, he moved away from the wall, drawn by the chimes warning him that it was already midnight. Christmas time. Walking towards the olden gates of the holy ground, he contemplated the image in front of him, being hit by one final blow.
Families gathered all around the church, the words "Merry Christmas" being repeated over and over again as everyone exchanged smiles and caring hugs. Even if he wasn't necessarily a religious person himself, let alone christian, Toru still felt inspired by the passion radiating from them.
As the mass finally started, the loud buzzing of the crowd quieting down, he closed his eyes, his mind transporting him to the place he wanted to be.
So he decided to pray. Pray for his loved ones. Pray for you.
He asked for your health, for your well-being, for your happiness and, as much as it hurt him, for you to find love too. The loneliness he felt was something he wouldn't wish upon his worst enemies, and you just happened to be one of his favorite people in the world.
Oikawa didn't even know whom he was praying to. Even so, his wishes were so pure that someone must've heard him because it was in the moment he said his last prayers that his phone started to vibrate in his pocket. A call coming in.
When he saw the name that popped on the screen, Toru thought his eyes were probably deceiving him. That's just what his heart wanted to see.
But as soon as he picked up the phone, your unmistakable voice woke him in a rush.
Maybe there was something magical about the holidays after all.
#oikawa angst#oikawa x you#oikawa x reader#hq oikawa#oikawa toru#toru oikawa x you#toru oikawa x reader#oikawa toru angst#haikyuu fanfiction#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu!! x reader#haikyuu angst#seijoh angst#toru oikawa#oikawa toru x reader#oikawa x y/n#constellations ✨
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Hey, for the ask game. Maybe 19 with either Frankie or another character of your choice? Thank you and hopefully this ask is good and helpful
Ok so I got WWAAAAAYYYYYY too carried away with this. Thank you for the ask! I’ve only ever written for a female reader, so I hope that this is okay. I’m still working out if I want to take the time to write out Frankie’s lines with his accent or not, so any feedback on that would be appreciated! I hope you enjoy it!
“Where would you Mark me? Could you point it out?”
It was a crisp morning in Toria. Autumn had made its debut; biting winds carrying the colorful leaves in beautiful patterns. Frankie turned up his collar and huffed in annoyance at the latest breeze. Why, he wouldn’t even be out if not for-
“Frankie!~” He instinctively snapped his head in the direction of the voice calling for him. ‘Ah yes, the Dame of the hour…’ He thought to himself, a smile disguised as a smirk made its way onto his face. A woman came into his vision, running towards him with a radiant smile, her cheeks red from the cold. He couldn’t help but muse over how angelic she looked with her (h/c) hair flowing behind her, almost looking metallic in the pale sunlight. She screeched to a halt before him and took a moment to catch her breath.
“Whaddaya think ya doin, runnin around like a chicken with its head cut off?” Frankie said, gently brushing her bangs out of her eyes. “I had to swing by my place to grab some stuff, and Jack decided he was in a talkative mood. I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long!” She said once she finally caught her breath.
“Ya gotta learn how to tell people to fuck off, (y/n). You certainly ain’t beholdin’ to that striped bastard.” He said with a frown, taking the backpack that he noticed slung over her arm from her. She reached to take it back, but he gently batted her hand away. “You know I’m too nice to do that. Besides, we both know what he’s capable of. It’s better to be kind to him.” He nodded his head in reluctant agreement, and busied himself with buttoning up her coat. He opened his mouth to chide her for trying to catch a cold, but she rolled her eyes and held her arms up to accommodate his mother hen nature.
“Ya still ain’t told me where we’re goin, love.” He said, finally satisfied. “If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise, now would it?” She said with a giggle and took his hand. “Ready?” “You lead, an I’ll follow.”
After walking through the woods for a bit, they came to the shoreline of a lake. Frankie had been to this lake before, but he noticed something new. “Has that cabin always been there?” She laughed and shook her head. “No, you haven’t missed anything. This is what I’ve been working on this past month. Shall we say, somebody owed me a favor?” Frankie was in awe. The cabin was small, but had a covered porch and the timbers seemed to fit seamlessly together. He didn’t get much time to think on it, as she tugged him forward. She used a strange looking key to unlock the door and they stepped inside.
The inside of the cabin was a single room; a kitchenette on the left side, and a bed and wardrobe to the right. A rustic fireplace dominated the back wall, with a door on either side. “(y/n), what exactly is this?” A bashful look adorned her face, and she held his hand in both of hers. “Well, in the simplest of terms, I built it for you. I know how hard it is for you to live at Hookman’s and I also know we can’t just go on vacation. (He opened his mouth to apologize, but she squeezed his hand to silence him.) I knew what I was signing up for when we started dating, Stitches. It’s okay. But, I see you getting so stressed out. Between Jack, Will, and now Issac, and all of the jobs Bell sends you on, I had to find you someplace where you could get away from everything. I didn’t find one that already existed, so I decided to make one! I called in favors for the materials and the actual cutting of the logs, but I brought them here myself. You and I are the only people who know about this place.”
She looked down nervously, unable to meet his gaze. Frankie dropped the bag unceremoniously to the floor, and pulled her into a warm embrace. (y/n) immediately melted against him and held on to his jacket. After a moment, he pulled back and cupped her chin with his fingers, forcing her to look at him. He had happy tears in his eyes that fell as he tried to blink them away. “Thank you, (y/n). I love you. So much.” He then pressed a gentle kiss on her lips to drive his words home.
Later in the day, after they had caught their food from the lake and had a fire roaring in the fireplace, they spent the day walking in the woods. Unfortunately, (y/n) had tripped and fallen on a tree root, and had managed to bring Frankie down with her, leaving them both covered in cold mud. Laughing at themselves, they made their way back to the cabin.(y/n) made her way to the door to the right of the fireplace, motioning for him to follow. Behind was a small bathroom with a shower, and the room was heated by the bricks of the fireplace. “Oh! Um, you use blockers so I can’t really tell. You’re not nearing your rut now, right?” “No.” “Just checking! That means we can share. If you’re comfortable, that is!” Her face was now tinted red in a blush, unused to speaking so candidly. He smiled and ruffled her hair. “It’s alright with me if it is with you.” With that, they shed their clothes and hopped in.
“Sorry, the hot water doesn’t last long. This way we won’t freeze to death.” She said, starting to lather up her hair. “Don’t worry, it’s fine. I may be an Alpha, but I can control myself.” “Woah!” (y/n)’s foot suddenly slipped, sending her face first into Frankie’s chest. He instinctively wrapped his arms around her. “...I have to admit, this does make it more difficult.” Frankie quipped. (y/n) knew she should apologize and right herself. But with Frankie holding her so closely with nothing between them, she finally could make out his scent. Notes of sandalwood and leather completely enveloped her. With the warm water coming down on them and the warm feeling of Frankie’s skin, she couldn’t find it in herself to pull away. Frankie made no move to push her away. The contented sigh he heard from her made it impossible. He closed his eyes and relished in this moment, while doing his best to not get too excited.
The Omega in his arms suddenly spoke. “Frankie?” “Hm?” “We… we are going to be mates, right?” “What brought this up?” She lifted her head to look him in the eyes. “I’ve wanted to be your Omega for some time now. I just… didn’t want to push you. I figured since you lost Amy, bonding with someone would be too painful. But, I love you more than anything! I’ve noticed your jobs have been more dangerous lately, and now I’m terrified that I’ll never have the chance to be with you!” Frankie was stunned into silence. He could see the worry and love in her expression clearly, and he realized he hadn’t been good at conveying his feelings at this point. The stress of her emotions was causing her to emit a sweet smell subconsciously, and it made his mind reel for an answer. “I… didn’t mean to make you feel so anxious. I’m sorry. You’re right, as usual. I was afraid. I love you more than I thought I had in me. I’d be proud to be your Alpha.”
Squealing with joy, she jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist. “Oi! Careful, it’s slippery in here!” “Where?!” “Where what?” “Where would you Mark me? Could you point it out?” “I’ll just show ya.” Frankie said with a smirk and lowered his face to the left of her neck. He started leaving open mouthed kisses between her neck and shoulder, until he found her sweet spot. She sang his name out like a hymn and with a triumphant “There!” he gently broke the skin just enough to leave a love bite. Resting his forehead against hers, he said, “I promise to make it official once we’re done here.” “Well then, what are we waiting for!” She exclaimed and happily hopped out of his arms, nearly making him lose his footing. “Jesus Christ, Woman!” he yelled out, but could only shake his head when all he got in response was laughter.
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Twilight imagine Edward found someone a young female vampire and they where good companions for a while and they have sex a lot and then he breaks up with her for Bella and the Cullens don't like Bella but put up with it for Edward sake the reader goes to Volterra.
Hey @cokecola4211, so sorry your request took so long! I hope it’s worth the wait!
Vow
Rain rolled over your perfect face as you looked up at the cloud-filled sky. It helped you to feel human again; as though you could cry. You had never felt the stinging loss of your tears until today. You blinked needlessly, watching the light disappear and reappear. You could hear everything, though in this moment you heard nothing. Your world stopped suddenly when he had walked away.
Had he left only seconds ago or was it hours now? You had been frozen in the forest, face turned up to the wet air, for what was beginning to feel like an eternity. And you had eternity, certainly, if you wanted to stay there. Perhaps you’d become a part of the forest, a statue seemingly lost, forgotten as you were. Would nature reclaim you? Moss over your toes, your legs…
Would he come to find you?
You had once believed Edward could find you anywhere. He knew you better than anyone ever had, and you knew it was beyond his gifts. His soul matched yours.
It was a new pain, an intense loss, to watch him go.
“Love,” he murmured, his expression grave.
You reached for him, “Edward?” Your voice trembled.
He stayed frozen, rejecting your extended hand. “(Y/n), please forgive me.”
You felt a jolt of fear rush through you; the long-forgotten emotion crippled you. “Edward,” you begged.
He reached out and cupped your face in his hands, tilting your face up to his. His embrace comforted and terrified you.
“It’s Bella,” he said softly, sadly. “I’ve fallen in love with Bella.”
Edward spoke her name as he had always spoken yours; as if a vow. You had no words to argue with, no ounce of hate for the plain brunette you’d seen in passing. Your immortal mind balanced thousands of thoughts as you struggled to understand. Your eyes bore into the depths of his, gold to gold. You knew you couldn’t sleep, but it felt oddly like a dream.
He heard every passing thought, of course, each one mirrored in his expression. He was hurting, pained to have hurt you. It made it all the harder on both of you to know how desperately you both wished it not to be true.
“(Y/n),” he spoke your name in a new, unfamiliar way, that left you shattered.
He bent down slowly, as if to savor the moment, as he brushed his lips gently against yours. Your eyes fluttered closed and your voice caught in your throat as if his hand was wrapped around it. And silently, he left and you remained.
You stood in the rain in the forest in the rough of the Olympic National Forest cataloging your history together as if to hold onto it a moment longer.
Edward was your everything. You had traveled the world together, learning languages and cultures, indulging your greatest whims and fantasies, and planned on having centuries more. You had thought you were his everything, too. Without that, were you nothing?
Something quick was approaching you then and your natural instincts poised you mentally, though your body stayed in place. You recognized the footfall easily.
You knew her black hair was drenched, weighed down by the thick rain. She knew exactly where to find you, though you hadn’t thought of that. You hadn’t thought of anyone but Edward.
Alice didn’t speak, nor did you. You both soaked in the gravity of your lost future.
After time had passed, she approached you slowly and reached up to wrap her arms around your neck. “(Y/n),” Alice whispered.
You questioned if she was still your sister; were you still a part of your family? It hadn’t occurred to you before, but the weight of your loss increased as you pondered it. Had you lost your family, too?
Alice pulled back and you finally moved to look down at her. The anguish in her expression flooded with curiosity. She knew you wouldn’t speak your questions aloud, and so the mystery behind your unspoken words burned in her mind. Her eyes glazed over, looking into the unknown for answers.
Your voice rang clearly, perfectly, like a bell, though you felt as though it should be hoarse. “I’ve lost him, Alice,” you said.
Alice shook her head solemnly, “Not lost,” she replied.
“Why did you come here?” You questioned.
Alice placed her hands on one of yours, cupping it gently. “I wanted you to know you were not alone.”
You looked at her with disbelief. “What did you see, Alice?”
“You are a part of this family, (Y/n),” she replied. “You should come home.”
“Do the others know?”
Alice nodded slowly, humanly. “They’re hoping you’ll return with me…” her voice trailed, as if she knew it best to keep the rest to herself.
You understood. “You hope I’ll find it in my heart to forgive Edward,” you said, plainly. The sting of his name scorched your lips.
“Esme, mostly,” Alice retorted. “Rosalie and Jasper would understand if you didn’t. In fact, they hope you don’t. But we all want you home with us, (Y/n)”
You knew you could never go home. Your home was gone. It had been an illusion ripped from you; your home had always been Edward. How would you watch him as he loved Bella how he had once loved you?
You winced.
As if you had never made the decision, as if it had happened without a catalyst, your feet were flying and you were rushing through the trees into the depths of the woods. You heard Alice behind you, calling your name, trying to catch you, but you had always been quick; only Edward had been able to match your speed.
There was nothing left inside you but the desire to flee. Immortality was inescapable, with one exception, and you were suddenly rushing toward it. You were in the Pacific in a matter of minutes and Alice was hopelessly falling behind. You doubted she’d follow you into the water, though you knew your sister’s love for you was strong. You swam quickly, without pause, hoping to get as much distance as possible.
By the time you reached land on the coast of Russia, you knew your family would be coming for you. You didn’t waste any time, though you made sure to change your route at random, leaving no clear path for you to be followed. Alice knew your destination, but you knew your family would try stop you before you could reach Volterra. Only briefly did you wonder if you were running from a ghost; what if no one was chasing you after all?
You boxed the thought away and kept moving, cherishing the years you’d had with Edward, hoping to box them too, as if to keep them with you even in death. You’d had so many moments shared over so many years, but you were clinging to all the ‘lasts.’
The last time you swam together, in the Bering Sea off the coast of St. Matthew Island when you had wanted to feel like the only two left on Earth. The last time you shared a longing gaze, thoughts passing without exchanging words across Carlisle’s library, your eyes meeting over thick volumes in the dim light. The last time you hunted together, through the Rockies in the summer, trailing through Alberta, Montana, and Wyoming before returning home to boast to Emmett the game you had conquered. The last time you danced together, under the bright moonlight in an open clearing as Edward hummed gently in your ear the favorite of the songs he’d composed for you. And when you had run through all of the ‘lasts,' you were faced with the last time you’d been together.
This night, like so many others, you had been listening to albums and resting in each other’s arms on the floor of your bedroom. The music blared loudly, but you carried conversation without any difficulty; when you were together, the rest of the world fell away. Like so many nights before, the simple connection of your skin wasn’t enough, and you and Edward spent hours pleasing each other.
“Edward,” you moaned, clutching the rug under your hands. You and Edward never saw the need for a bed. You’d destroyed them when you’d tried them and you were both more comfortable exploring each other outside of the family home; unless the rare occasion presented itself.
“Don’t rip it,” Edward scolded, reaching for your hands. He grabbed them both at your wrists, placing them above your head in a single grip of his. “Esme won’t take kindly to you destroying another priceless heirloom.”
Your breathing was ragged, despite the lack of need for it. “I think ‘heirloom’ implies some sort of movement throughout generations,” you teased.
Edward shrugged, chuckling lightly. His grinning lips glistened with your wetness as he shocked you with his perfect, crooked smile. He moved to hover over you, tousling his messy bronze hair as he lingered his lips over yours.
“I would not take kindly to you destroying it,” he said gently. “You see, I have my fair share of sentiment attached to this rug.” He moved his free hand to your cheek, down your neck, your chest, across your naval, and slid his fingers to rest on your hip again, clutching your skin. Your body arched into his in anticipation.
“I see,” you agreed, breathlessly.
His golden eyes burned brightly, as he vowed your name as he always did. “I love you, (Y/n).”
You were at the steps of the clock tower of Volterra before another day had passed. The square was empty, which was to be expected for the time of night. You were anticipating that and had made sure to commit your crimes before you had arrived. You knew Aro would not want to offend Carlisle by needlessly killing a member of his coven, and yet more importantly, not want to deter Edward or Alice from any future in the Guard. You were ungifted and nothing more than a normal vampire, and so you knew Aro would have no qualms about your death, personally.
You were greeted by Felix and Demetri, the blood of your kill still fresh on your lips. You were emotionless as you swept through a small village on the outskirts of Romania. You didn’t even enjoy the taste of human blood as you quickly dragged your victims from their beds and executed them. You were controlled enough to spare the children any witness to your crimes, which you had hoped would save them from the Volturi since your spree would result in a visit from the Guard before morning.
You confessed your crime simply, coldly, to Felix and Demetri who quickly ushered you inside. You ignored their questions as you made your way to Aro, Caius, and Marcus for sentencing. You hummed along to your memories of Edward, walking almost blindly to your death.
Aro greeted you quickly, taking your hand without an invitation. You didn’t bother to listen to their deliberation or their questions, instead you stood still, humming to yourself, your eyes disinterested. Caius detested your indifference; your insolence brought him from his throne.
He moved to stand in front of you, grabbing your throat in his steel grip. You laughed involuntarily and hoped that in death, you’d be able to dream again.
Caius dragged your body up, his fingers pressing under your jaw as your feet dangled above the smooth, marble floor. You didn’t bother to close your eyes as you let out another gentle trill of laughter.
Caius hissed in response and as you felt Felix’s hands clutch at your biceps, you hoped that in death, you’d be reborn.
You didn’t understand the tearing of your body as pain. No, it was rather blissful; a sweet release that sounded like stone and metal in harmony. And as the gentle warmth of the fire came close to your cool skin, you heard your Edward speak your name for the very last time.
“(Y/n)!”
Did it sound like a vow?
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Can We Just Talk?
Pairing: Gender neutral!Y/N x childhood bestfriend!Taehyun
Word Count: 4.3K
Genre: Angst, fluffy ending, best friends to lovers AU! Highschool!AU
Warnings: Mild cursing, some bullying, also I didn’t proofread :P
Synopsis: Growing up with Taehyun by your side was all you could ask for in a best friend, but when high school slowly starts to separate you two, you realize you might’ve taken your time together for granted. Was this how you two parted ways?
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“What? Did you want some?” You turned to see Taehyun holding out his goldfish to you. You had been daydreaming again and he had understood something was on your mind. Grabbing a handful of goldfish, Taehyun smiles and scooted closer, “what are you dazed about this time?”
See now, you didn’t want to tell him how you thought about him running his delicate hands through your hair. How you thought about his strong arms trapping you in a warm embrace, or how his plush lips would feel against yo-
“Y/N? I asked you a question,” snapping you out of your trance, you glance over at him. “It’s nothing, just stressed about the chem exam tomorrow,” you lied through your teeth. He nodded and smiled, knowing full well you were lying, but he didn’t want to pry you. He figured you’d tell him on your own if it was something major bothering you.
That was one of the last, full conversations you two shared for 3 months. 3 months ago, you practically lost your lifelong best friend to a group of popular kids and Soo Ah. She has a crush on Taehyun and everyone knows that...well..everyone except Taehyun. For someone so intelligent, he was so oblivious to the way she acted. He was never good with telling if someone had a crush on him and just thought they were super nice. He’s not stupid, just really blind.
Luckily for you, this played in your favor at times you slipped up and were way too obvious about your crush.
You pushed yourself away from Taehyun because the more you stuck around him, the more you fell in love with him. He noticed the space growing between you two and tried to make things up to you, but after a while, he stopped trying. He thought you just needed some space and that’s what he gave you. Over time, the space became overbearing and he had drifted to his new friends.
Skipping lunch, you headed to the school’s courtyard to scroll through your phone under the shade of a tree. It was a bit cooler out, autumn having just started. “Hey stupid!” Your head shooting up at the name only to see Beomgyu jogging over to you, a dumb smile plastered on his handsome face.
Beomgyu was one of yours and Taehyun’s mutual friends, alternating the days he’d spend his lunch with Taehyun and you. He knew everything about you and Taehyun slowly drifting, your massive crush on him, and everything in between.
He sat next to you, leaning against the trunk of the tree. He glanced at your phone, resting his chin on your shoulder. “OW, Beomgyu, your chin is sharp as hell,” “Hun, I know my jawline can cut, but you don’t have to be so aggressive,” he smirked at you. You shoved his face away (lightly) and scoffed, “please, if I wanted to say anything about your jawline, it’s that you need to work on it.” That was a flat out lie because Beomgyu had the sharpest jawline in the school but you didn’t want to admit it. “What’re you doing out here? Thinking about Taehyun?” he teased you. You eyed him, “yeah and? What about it?”
You missed Taehyun, a lot. You wished you could’ve just gotten over this stupid crush and stayed friends. If you had any ideas on becoming friends again without it being awkward, you’d have done that already, but to no avail. “Any plans on getting him back or winning his heart over?” Beomgyu grinned at you, making you really tempted to flick his forehead.
The two of you heard loud laughter and chattering, and when you looked over, it was Taehyun’s group, as you expected. Letting out a sigh, you went back to scrolling mindlessly through Twitter. What you didn’t know was Taehyun had returned the gaze when you put your head down.
What you also didn’t know was that Taehyun missed you even more, but he didn’t know if it was okay to approach you. He thought you might need more space, afraid he’s making you uncomfortable. He was so lonely without you by his side and his new friends weren’t as genuine as you were.
The bell rang and Beomgyu pulled you up off the ground, slinging an arm around your shoulders as you guys walked to your class together, math. You hated math, you could never grasp what was going on, but Taehyun would make that class bearable for you. That is, until, you know…
You sat in your assigned seat, Beomgyu letting go of you and going to his behind you. Taehyun and Soo Ah came in shortly after, Taehyun being on your right and Soo Ah on Taehyun’s other side. It was just your luck to be assigned to that seat, but at least Beomgyu was right there.
Searching through your bag, you couldn’t find your pencil. Turning around to face Beomgyu, you knew full well he took your spare pencil, “Gyu, I need my pencil.” “Wha-what pencil, pfft, I don’t have your pencil,” Beomgyu smiled at you, slowly moving the borrowed pencil under the desk. “I’m serious, I can’t find my pencil and you took my spare,” he pinched your cheek and just giggled, “Let me have it please, I forgot mine again.” You scoffed at Beomgyu for the nth time that day, he’s so forgetful.
Settling on looking for a pen, you turn back around to see a pencil sitting on your desk. You knew it wasn’t yours, looking around to see who put it there, your eyes met Taehyun’s, who smiled brightly at you. Mouthing a “thank you,” you turned back around to give Beomgyu a quick flick to the forehead before facing forward again when the teacher walked in. “OW!” he whisper-shouted, making you chuckle a bit, and unknowingly, Taehyun laughed to himself too.
The rest of the day went by far too slow, but you could finally leave this hellhole and that’s all that mattered to you. Walking out of your last class, you were heading home when you felt someone put their hand on your shoulder. “Y/N! Wait!” the familiar sound of Taehyun’s voice in your ears.
You turned your head to see a slightly out-of-breath Taehyun who had ran out of the classroom to catch up with you. “Can we please talk?” he asked, surprised by his sudden approach, you nod your head. He’s quick to move as he slides his hand down from your shoulder to your wrist. He drags you to the same tree you were under in the courtyard, where you sat with Beomgyu during lunch.
Taehyun looked down at you, almost like he was in pain, “Y/N, what happened to us?” You were a bit taken aback by his straightforwardness, unsure of what exactly to say. “I’m not sure Taehyun, I really don’t know,” your voice getting softer towards the end of the sentence. You were lying right to his face, you knew why the distance grew and you felt as though it was partially your fault. “Y/N, please don’t lie to me, you know I’m always here for you and I won’t judge you. You kept pushing me away so I gave you space cause I thought you might need some alone time, but it’s been too long. Let me be by your side, through whatever you may be going through, please.” His voice broke, his normally bright and smiling eyes showing a sense of longing in them.
You felt terrible and you didn’t want your friendship to end like this, “I’m sorry Taehyun, I-“ “Taehyun-ah! Let’s go!” In the distance stood Soo Ah, waving her hand at him. When Taehyun faced her, she was already walking towards him, smiling at Taehyun and only Taehyun. Your heart cracked at the sight of them in front of you. “Taehyun, we were supposed to go out together after class. I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” Soo Ah glancing in your direction after saying “go out TOGETHER.”
You could feel your heart hammering against your chest when Taehyun smiled at her. “Oh yeah, sorry, let’s go?” Taehyun’s grasp finally leaving your wrist from when he first dragged you through the hallways just a few minutes ago. You watched as Soo Ah linked arms with him, walking off, the two of them acting as if you weren’t even there.
A single tear falling from your eye as you watched them walk off together, Soo Ah turning back to you and smirking. Furiously wiping the tear away, you quickly walked to Beomgyu’s house.
“Holy fUCK, Y/N!” Beomgyu jumped up from his bed, startled that you were in his house, his bedroom door flinging open from your impatience.
He was still wearing his school uniform but the necktie loosened and the first button undone. Beomgyu noticed the tears pooling in the corners of your eyes as you gasped and hiccuped, trying to hold everything in.
He walked over, embracing you tightly, “Wanna tell me what happened?” You finally let everything out, your tears nonstop, stumbling over your words with hiccups, “T-taehyun and I w-were ta-talking about what ha-happened, whEn-when SoO-sOo Ah interrupted a-and..anD shE-she said h-her and T-taehyun were su-supposed to g-go out t-together, just-just the two o-of th-them.” “Y/N, breathe. You need to breathe.” He slowly stroked your head before pulling away to see your face.
After another half hour of crying and trying to explain a bit more of what happened, Beomgyu looked at you with a sad expression. He loved Taehyun but sometimes Taehyun was so dense.
“Gyu?” “Hm?” “Do you think Taehyun likes his new friends more than me? Do you think...he likes Soo Ah more than me?” Your voice trailed off at the end. “I don’t think so, Y/N. I know it seems like he does but something seems a bit off when he’s with them, like he’s not as happy with them. I’ve seen the way he acts when he’s with you and when he’s with them. As for Soo Ah? I’m not sure, hun.”
The next day, your first few classes passed in a blur. You walked outside during lunch like usual, having no appetite or willpower to walk into the cafeteria knowing you’ll see Taehyun and his group at the table closest to the door.
You were sitting under the usual tree, looking through social media but not paying much attention to any of it. You heard footsteps approach you but didn’t think much of it, assuming it was Beomgyu. Who you thought was Beomgyu was wearing a pair of shoes you knew didn’t belong to him.
You glanced up to see Soo Ah looking down at you, “Can I help you?” Soo Ah, arms crossed, said “Yeah you can, stay away from Taehyun. I’m gonna confess to him today and I know he’ll say yes, so I need you to back off.” Scoffing at her confidence, you narrowed your eyes at her, “what makes you think he likes you?” “I just know he does, the way he looks and smiles at me, I suggest you cut off all contact with him before I do it for you.” You raise a brow at her, unimpressed by her response, “trust me, you’re not special enough for him to accept your confession.” This time, Soo Ah scoffed at you, “Yeah? Then why’d he leave you to be with me, hm?”
You were completely speechless, all you could do was glare, because she wasn’t exactly wrong. Before you knew it, you felt an ice cold liquid running down your head, wetting your uniform. “Y/N!” You heard that same familiar voice shout your name. Taehyun came running over, seeing the whole thing, Beomgyu right on his tail, outside long enough to see you get covered in water.
Taehyun had held his hand out to help you up from where you were sitting on the ground, but you got up on your own. He looked at you, worried and unsure of what to do, “are you okay?” completely ignoring Soo Ah’s presence. Taehyun reaches out to try and hold you, hug you, something, however, you shoved him away.
“Don’t act like you care,” you barked, confusion was plastered on his face, “What are you talking about? I’ve always cared, Y/N.” “Oh really? Cause for the past three months it surely seems like you didn’t care enough to still be friends with me. You didn’t care enough to finish talking to me yesterday but ran off with Soo Ah to go on your little date. You didn’t care enough to talk to me or even be with me when you saw me alone these past three months. So when? When did you care?” you seethed through your teeth, your jaw clenching in anger.
Taehyun scoffed, in complete disbelief that you would say that, “Me?? Not caring? As if, Y/N. That’s pure bullshit, when have I not cared? When you first started pushing me away I still tried to keep us together because I didn’t want to lose you, but you still kept pushing me further away. I thought you just wanted to be alone so I let you. I was waiting for when you were ready to talk because I thought we were friends, but you didn’t trust me enough to tell me anything. I’m not stupid, Y/N, I know you were lying every time I asked you if you were okay or what you were thinking about. It seemed like YOU didn’t care. You made no effort to keep me by your side, you made no effort to tell me or talk to me about it. Are you kidding me? I’m the one who doesn’t care?” By this time, Beomgyu had dragged Soo Ah away to leave you two alone to talk, not wanting to be there for something he shouldn’t see or hear.
“I DO care, Taehyun. God, do you think I would’ve liked you for so long if I DIDN’T care?” At this point, tears of agony and pent up anger were streaming down your face like a waterfall; freefalling. “You...you what?” Taehyun was clearly shocked by what you had said, and it finally hit you.
You just confessed. You just told him how you felt after all this time. Quickly grabbing your bag, you sprinted to the girls bathroom, breezing past Beomgyu on the way there. Taehyun started to chase after you to catch up, but who knew you could run so fast in this situation? You slammed the stall door and collapsed against it, covering your mouth to muffle your sobs.
Wiping your tears was no use because they just kept coming. Suddenly, a voice echoed into the bathroom from the door, “Y/N? It’s Beomgyu, if you need anything, I’m right outside okay? I can lend you my jacket to cover the wet spot on your uniform. If you want, we can go to the nurse’s office so you don’t have to go to class.”
Finally managing to stop the tears, you wiped your face, not even trying to cover up the fact that you were just sobbing. Your eyes were far too red and puffy for you to try and trick anyone. You walked out of the bathroom, your head hanging. Beomgyu had covered you with his jacket, leading you to the nurse’s office.
After about five aimless minutes, you two walked out of the nurse’s office, the nurse saying there’s nothing she can do about your “stomach pains.” Beomgyu tried to argue with her but you just pulled him out, telling him it’s no big deal.
Of course it wasn’t “no big deal” to you, because you didn’t want to have to go to the rest of your classes when Taehyun was in every one of your last few periods.
You and Beomgyu walked into class, your eyes looking anywhere but at Taehyun. Slowly sliding into your seat, you scoot as far from Taehyun as possible without moving your desk. He seemed to have noticed though, a sudden sharp intake of breath coming from him.
Every class after lunch had felt increasingly long, but when the final bell rang, you packed your things and practically sprinted out like your life depended on it.
You ran all the way back home, lucky that it wasn’t too far from the school.
On your way home, you prayed that Taehyun wasn’t behind you, but you heard his voice booming from just a few feet behind you. Picking up the pace, you reached your front door, house key already in hand. Somehow you managed to get the door open and slip through just before he reached the handle.
You locked the door behind you, panting from having run so fast for so long. P.E. did not prepare you enough for moments like this. Taehyun started pounding on the door, “Y/N, please! We need to talk.” Before you knew it, your eyes were pooling with tears again, “I really don’t want to talk to you right now, Taehyun. Please leave.”
Checking the peep hole, you saw him breathing heavily as he looked down. “You can’t avoid me forever, Y/N, please. It’s pointless. We have to talk about it sooner or later.” “I don’t want to, I’ll avoid you if I want to,” you stated, you were nowhere near ready to approach him. You were unprepared emotionally and mentally, because all you could think about was how he’ll reject you.
After taking off your shoes, you slowly walked up the stairs, practically pulling yourself because of the lack of strength in your legs. You fell into your bed, letting out all your tears and frustration. The tears would not stop but you didn’t fight them. Everything came crashing down and you just felt so suffocated by it all.
Was this how your years of built up friendship just ended?
You didn’t even realize a few hours had passed already when you heard a light knock on your door, “Y/N? Come eat dinner now,” your brother, Hyunsik, softly called. You quickly wiped your tears, saying you weren’t hungry and he let you know the food was in the fridge when you felt like eating.
Y/N’s mom was downstairs when she heard knocking on the front door. She opened it to see Taehyun standing there, and with how long you’ve been friends for, he was like her second son.
“Oh! Taehyun-ah, what brings you here?” He quickly bowed, “Hello 어머니 (eomeoni), is Y/N home?” “Oh yes she is, but did something happen to her? She hasn’t come out of her room since she got home and her lights have been off the whole time.” Taehyun fidgeted with the hem of his hoodie, faking a smile and saying, “she told me she’s feeling a bit unwell so I came to check up on her, if that’s okay.”
Your mom smiled brightly at him, “ah you’re so sweet, if only my real son were this nice to Y/N,” she said, making sure she was loud enough for your brother to hear. Taehyun giggled a bit and your mom let him in, ushering him upstairs.
He slipped his shoes off and walked up to your room. His hand hovered for a bit when he finally knocked on the door softly, when he heard a groan come from the other side of the door, “Hyunsik, I told you I’m not hungry.”
Taehyun cleared his throat a bit, “It’s uh..it’s Taehyun.” Your eyes widened, why the hell was he here now? “Why-why are you here?” “I told you I need to talk to you, let me in please.” You got up from the bed, your hand floated above the doorknob, you really didn’t want to see him right now but he was already inside your house.
You slowly pulled the door open, just enough for him to slip inside, then walked to the other side of your room, wanting to keep space between you two. He shuffled in slowly before quietly shutting the door behind him. Taehyun reached for the light switch to turn it on, you hissed slightly from the sudden brightness paining your eyes when you had been laying in the dark for hours.
Both of you were silent for a minute, letting tension fill up the space. He studied your figure, how you were slouched and your breathing was rigid from crying. You were still wearing your school uniform, Beomgyu’s oversized jacket draped over you.
When you had let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, you had asked, “why’d you come he-“ You couldn’t even finish your question when Taehyun had cut you off, “do you really like me?”
There was no point in you trying to deny it, all you could do was nod at his question. His gaze softened and he began to walk closer to you.
“So you mean to say that you’ve been avoiding me because you like me?” Taehyun’s voice having a hint of pain behind the tone, but you tried not to pay any mind to it. You let out another sigh, nodding at what he said.
“Look, if you came here just to interrogate me, then please leave. I already told you I don’t want to talk about it right now, so can we please just drop it and forget what happened?” “No. I want to talk about it, whether you like it or not. I’ve constantly let you go when you don’t want to talk about something, but I don’t care this time, you’re going to talk to me about it one way or another, Y/N.”
For some reason, you were split in deciding. Part of you wanted to just spill everything and just tell him, but the other part of you wanted to hold onto your pride and have him leave.
“Taehyun, I’m not in the mood to-“ you were cut off by him once more, “I don’t care. Do you know the amount of times I knew something was bothering you but didn’t say anything? Do you know how many times you hurt me because you kept wanting to push me away? Do you have any idea how much that hurts?”
The pain in his voice was becoming more evident. Taehyun now stood in front of you, his eyes shifting to study your facial features before landing on your eyes, “Why can’t you just talk to me? You’re making this harder than it needs to be, Y/N. Haven’t you always talked to me about your problems before? What about now? I need to understand where you’re coming from.”
“Understand? What more is there to understand? You heard me loud and clear and I know you did. Yeah I like you,but so what? You’re busy running off with your new friends and Soo Ah. It’s enough to tell me that you obviously don’t feel the same. Don’t you get it? I avoided you because I knew it was one sided and I honestly didn’t want to bother going through the pain of rejection.”
You noticed the corners of Taehyun’s lips were tugged into a small smirk, “Who said I would reject you?” Your head shot up at this, surprised but also confused. “What do you mean?” your brows furrowed, making eye contact with him. He only stepped closer, your faces only being inches apart, leaning down a bit so he was at eye level with you,
“Why would I reject you when I like you too?”
Instantly, your face had flushed, taken aback by his confidence, “wait, you do?” Taehyun nodded, breaking out into a grin, “Duh, I’m surprised you didn’t catch on ages ago, I was so obvious. That’s why I thought you pushed me away, cause you found out and didn’t know how to say no.”
You automatically felt a smile forming on your face as you threw yourself onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face in his chest. He giggled at this, picking you up and swinging you around, causing you to start giggling too.
Taehyun set you back down, pulling away from the hug to look at your face, “So then uh..will you be my (girl/boy)friend?” Smiling even harder, you nodded your head almost aggressively, “duh!” He picked you up a second time, spinning you both in a circle before you two crashed onto your bed, big, bright, and stupid grins plastered on your faces.
Suddenly you froze, sitting up to face Taehyun, causing him to do the same, “Hold on, you said you’re surprised I didn’t catch on ages ago. So then how long have you liked me?” You were a bit shocked that it didn't hit you earlier, Taehyun scooted closer to you, leaning against your headboard, shrugging casually saying, “about three years ago?” You whipped your head around to face him, “Are you KIDDING ME? I could’ve been dating you THREE YEARS AGO?”
Taehyun immediately started laughing at your reaction, while you were still gawking at the fact he’s liked you for as long as you liked him. Your hand extended towards his side, poking him, “What? What’s so funny?” you pouted at him. He reached out to pull you close to him, your faces so close you could feel his breath against your skin. His eyes went back and forth between your eyes and your lips, your eyes doing the same, glancing at his eyes and then his lips.
“Can I kiss you?”
Your cheeks immediately turned bright red, but nonetheless, you slowly nodded only for his hand to slide up to the nape of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss. Both of your lips moved in sync, working against each other’s until he pulled away to catch his breath. Now he was turning bright red, smiling at you, only for you to grab his collar and pull him back in for another kiss.
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Paper, Scissors, Rank (Ch: 9)
CHARACTER/PAIRING: Modern!Carrillo x Army!OC (eventually)
WARNINGS: maybe some swearing, military slang, more military talk, spelling and grammatical errors. Flippy floppy points of view and tenses. Could be very OOC/AU for some. Carrillo may not be narcos accurate as this is an AU. Some OC x OC. awkwardly written moments. Sexual tension. some NSFW content. Mentions of death, child endangerment, TW: car crash.
AUTHORS NOTE: ok so this chapter went a little darkish at the start and then very different at the end. not gonna lie a little bit giddy and proud of this chapter, hope you all enjoy, sorry for the wait between the chapters. would also love to hear any predictions about where the fic may go.
WORD COUNT: 5.5K
CHAPTER: 9 OF ?
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~15 years ago~
“Ashlyn honey, come on, we don’t want to be late ” her mother, Teressa, yelled out from the bottom of the stairs, laughing softly to herself when she heard the mad rush of footsteps on the wooden floors before seeing her eight year old daughter running towards her with all her might, only to halt army style and stare up at her with wide eyes. There was not a single soul that could deny the resemblance between the two of them, they shared the striking green eyes and red-brown hair of the Sayer family, both had a boisterous take no shit attitude and the same little quirks and tells when they were upset. Which Teressa could tell was the case with her daughter right this minute. She reached down and pulled her young daughter into her embrace, balancing her on her hip as she made haste towards their car, “what's wrong baby? What’s got you thinking, hmm?”
Ash looked up at her mum, teary eyed and mumbled, “I don’t want daddy to get mad at me, I didn’t mean to hit that boy, he just said some mean things about daddy and I got really angry”. Little sniffles were becoming more and more prevalent as she continued talking, try as she might the little girl couldn’t fathom why people would speak bad about her family, they were all so nice!. She clumsily climbed down from her mum's arms and hopped up into her car seat, clipping her belt before pulling on it dramatically to prove that she was actually clipped in. Ash then let out a small gleeful laugh when her mum bopped her on the nose before walking around the car to get into the driver's seat to start on their journey to the principal's office to find out the punishment for the young girls justified behaviour.
The journey to the school would take longer than necessary, unexpected road closures with no concrete explanations from the officers monitoring the road blocks had forced Teressa to take the back roads and add an extra forty minutes to their already long commute for a Saturday morning. Travelling along generally unused and quiet roads was somewhat of an unusual experience for Ash, having been used to seeing cars passing by every other minute and looking at houses rather than vast open fields. As they passed round a corner, entering a tree lined road with dense forest on either side of them, an unsettling feeling overcame the young mother, there was a strange darkness that clung to the air, setting off alarm bells within. She remained calm as possible as to not alert Ashlynn that something was wrong, as the young girl was far too perceptive for her age, a trait that she had inherited from her fathers side of the family. She glanced back at her daughter, noticing that she was rather quiet, but let out a small sigh of relief when she noted that she had dozed off, head slumped against the panel of the door and her hair covering her face, snoring away softly to herself. It was in this brief moment of distraction that Teressa failed to notice the truck approaching rapidly from behind, when she did she increased her speed well beyond the speed limit, keeping an eye on a sleeping Ash to make sure she didn’t wake up and begin to start asking questions like the curious little thing always did.
As her speed increased the blacked out vehicle behind them only got faster until it was a mere meter behind their car, seeing no other option she pushed the car to its limits, approaching the upcoming intersection at speeds that should terrify her beyond means, but in this moment she was focusing on only one thing, protecting her innocent daughter in the back seat. As she passed through the intersection a scream forced its way from her throat, just through the intersection sat a parked truck blocking the road. Teressa knew she wouldn’t be able to stop in time so she swerved sharply to the right, hearing the screaming of the tires as they went from smooth asphalt to the gravely uneven surface that bordered the edge of the road. The steering of the car locked up, Teressa tried with all her might to get it moving again but was forced to endure the inevitable pain from the collision that was about to happen, with what may be her final words to her daughter she turned to look at Ash, tears filling her eyes when she took in the terrified expression on the young girls’ face, and whispered “I love you baby girl”
When Ash woke up she was sprawled on the grass a few feet from the car, rain was pouring down putting a darker spin on the event occurring. There were people standing around her, albeit a few feet away and semi-huddled together, and something warm was running into her left eye. Reaching up and feeling a thick, sticky substance she pulled her hand down to get a better look, a terrified scream leaving her small body when she noticed her hand washed red with blood. Her scream drew the attention of the people huddled together but they dismissed her without some much as a disgruntled look, they weren’t there for her. Ash glanced around, frightened and searching for her mum, who she found in a heap a meter or so to the left of her. With great difficulty she managed to crawl over to her mum, gathering her head and shaking her when she wouldn’t wake up.
“Mummy please! I’m sorry, no mummy please! Please wake up mummy, I need you” Tears poured from the eyes of the young bruised girl, mixing in with the blood as she desperately tried to wake her mum up. Her little body was exhausted from the effort, shivering from the cold seeping into her bones from the rain, and the toll of the crash began to take effect, she was becoming drowsy, a sure sign of a concussion. Ash felt a small wave of relief was over her when the eyes of her mothers’ met her own, the tears never halted, dripping off her face and landing on the face of her mother, mixing in with the blood that was covering the once beautiful face of her mum, now marred by sliced and bruised flesh. Her mum pulled her head towards herself, pressing a short but meaningful kiss to her forehead before her body began to go limp. “Ashy, darling, hold Mumma close for a little while” the broken voice of her mother rang clear in her ears.
Ash pulled her mums’ head as close to her little chest as possible, crying out and trying with all her might to keep her mum with her till help could arrive. With one last shuddering breath her mother passed, she was gone, no matter how tightly Ash held her. Looking down and seeing the closed eyes of her mother, she panicked, screaming out for the group of people to try and get their attention or at least their help. “Please help me, my mummy won’t wake up! I need my mummy, please help me!”
One of the men started towards her, dressed in clothes very similar to that of her father, before coming to a stop before her. He looked over the child thoughtfully, knowing the orders he was given deemed only that the woman be killed and the girl to be delivered to the hospital in a recoverable state, sighing to himself he reached down and hoisted the girl up and made haste towards one of the trucks.
“Put me down! I want my mummy. Don't take me away from her! MUMMY!!!!” the girl cried and screamed and beat at the man that was carrying her. She didn't understand. Why was the man taking her away from the one good thing in her life. Ash watched as the other men made their way towards her mum, before picking her up and beginning to chain her to the tree. One of the men pulled out a large knife which had the young girl screaming at the top of her lungs, “Leave my mummy alone! Just leave her alone you bully! Dont touch her!” the men just laughed at her, mocking her pitiful cries. She was unceremoniously thrown into the backseat of one of the vehicles, effectively cutting off her view of the men outside.
The young man climbed into the driver's seat, this was his first assignment within the force and he was disgusted by the behaviour of the team. His gaze travelled out the side window just in time to watch the team commander behead the young woman they had just killed, his stomach turned even further when the men began taking turns carving something into the body as they chained her up to the tree and left her there for someone to find. With the signal from his commander he started the car and made haste towards the nearest hospital to get the young, tortured girl seen too as fast as possible, her eyes were drooping and she was beyond pale which scared him. He felt for the young girl, having to go through so much at a young age because of the wrongdoings of her father.
~present~
Ash would never forget the sounds of the crash, the shattering of the glass or the painful scream that left her mothers’ lips the moment before both their worlds went dark that day. The final words of her mother were painfully etched into her memory, a grim reminder of that fateful day, and in tribute to her fallen parent the words “A little weakness goes a long way” were tattooed above her heart, words she stuck to as much as possible.
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She sucked in a deep breath of air in an attempt to re-center herself with her surroundings and shake off the ghostly shivers of her broken past. She rubbed her hand across her face, wiping away the tears before scoffing out a vacant laugh. “Every damn year, without fail, I get these... these dreams about it ya know?. It’s like I can’t escape my past. I’m constantly thinking ‘what could I have done better, why couldn’t I have been a more grounded child’. If I had just controlled my anger my mum might still be here today”
The broken sob that left the young soldier had the Colonels’ heart clenching in his chest and his hands tightening on the steering wheel, almost uncomfortably so. He knew all too well the effects blaming oneself had on the mind. There were many things he took the blame for or blamed himself for as an inexperienced officer in his younger days, he would not allow the girl beside him to fall into that trap any longer given there was likely a deeply buried explanation to the event, one he would commit to finding. While keeping a close eye on the road ahead he reached over to wrap Ash’s hand tightly beneath one of his own effectively hoping to silence her racing thoughts and give her something more tangible to focus on. She was one of his own now, a team member that needed to be looked after as thoroughly as possible, but also someone that, dare he say it, was slowly becoming more than that.
Ash’s head shot up in surprise when she felt the large warm hand grasp her own, it brought a wave of unexpected comfort to her being, warming her to her core. Turning her attention from the hand over her own to the face of the man beside her she gulped. His shoulders were drawn up tight, hand gripping the wheel so tightly his knuckles were white, his jaw was clenched to the point she could have sworn she heard his teeth grinding. His brow has drawn now and his mouth was drawn into a tight line, he was clearly displeased, no, angered by her past she just confessed, the anger that had settled in his deep brown eyes had a chill racing down her spine, it was a look of cold calculation, one she was sure many of has enemies had seen moments before their death. Gathering a small amount of courage she covered his hand with her other and began rubbing small unconscious circles into the side of his thumb, letting a small relieved breath when she saw some of the tension leave his body.
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A short time had passed and they had reached the hospital; the tension had now left Ash’s body, with the weight of telling Carrillo about some of her destructive past now off her shoulders she felt like the awkwardness of the previous week had been all but forgotten. Her now unwavering trust in the man beside her somewhat frightened her, coupled in with the ever growing feelings she knew she was in far too deep. There was a silent agreement between the two of them that Ash would go to the medics while Carrillo would head to the archives to try and find files that would be useful to the team, they would reconvene at the car within the next two hours.
Upon entering the hospital and being directed to the outpatient clinic Ash was greeted by a very familiar face, “Captain Lisa Ortiz, my god it has been too long”. The smile that graced her face was pure and genuine, seeing a long lost family friend after so long was a relief and a huge shock to the system, but a good one at that. Ash wasn’t even aware that the Captain had returned from deployment, the last time she’d seen the woman was at her graduation parade when Ash had not long turned eighteen. She had grown up down the road from the amazing woman and as it turned out the Captain was now dating her favourite Lieutenant, Lt. Henry O’Connor.
“My god, little Ashy is that you, come over here girl” Captain Ortiz beckoned her over before wrapping her in a bear hug, she used to babysit the kid when she was a young tot, and furthermore after her mother had passed. Ash’s father, more often than not, would drop her on the Ortiz family doorstep and disappear for weeks on end, she had all but raised this girl and was proud that she had followed her dreams and joined the force. “Right, you, we have some catching up to do, head down to the third room on the right and I’ll be there after I’ve found your files” she had pointed down the corridor signaling the direction she wanted the 2nd Lieutenant to go, a pleased smile gracing her face when she watched the young thing wander off with a new found bounce in her step.
Ash was startled from her thoughts when the Captain entered the room before plonking herself down rather ungracefully into the chair beside her. “I read the report Greys, what the fuck! Have they found who did that to you? That's some messed up shit girl, glad you’re ok though kiddo” She reached over and ruffled Ash’s hair not giving her a moment to answer the questions thrown at her before standing up to grab some gloves and some tools to begin removing the younger officers’ stitches. “Right up on the bed, shirt off, I’m sure by now you’ll be wanting those stitches out”
Ash only nodded, shaking her head with a brief laugh before pulling her shirt over her head and climbing onto the bed like she was asked, she was far to content to do as she was told given how much she trusted the woman before her, she’d admired her since she was a small child and inspired to be like her even now. Lisa began carefully removing the stitches from her side, poking and prodding here and there to make sure she was most definitely healed like she should be, when one particularly hard poke had Ash wincing, she knew the Captain had found the slightly marred skin from where she had pulled those stitches.
“So...” the Captain began, “I heard a dit Greys. About you, a certain LT. Colonel and then a certain international guest. Care to share?”.
The shiteating grin that was currently taking up Lisa’s face told Ash all she needed to know. The Captain already knew everything about the whole ‘Sinclair situation’ so there really wasn’t much to tell there, but from what she remembered about the slightly older woman, she always got the answers she wanted, Ash really couldn’t hide anything from her if she tried. “Damn it Lisa, just spit it out, what do you wanna know” she said with a jeering tone, she knew forgoing rank with the Captain wouldn’t drop her in the shit, the benefits of knowing someone since you were five years old. It was funny watching Lisa try and find the right words to say, the furrowing of her brow and the opening and closing of her mouth like a fish out of water nearly had Ash in tears, it was quite the sight.
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“From what I’ve heard the LT. Colonel was a bit of an asshole to you, kid. But I also remember a certain eighteen year old having it bad for him when she attended my graduation parade. I wonder who that could be...” Lisa trailed off with a chuckle. She was sure that by now Ash had all but forgotten about her nagging antics involving the man she no doubt despised nowadays, but it was still a moment of great amusement for the Captain. “Little eighteen year old you just wouldn’t shut up about him. Sinclair this, Sinclair that, honestly kid I'm surprised you never tried to jump that dick near the end of training” Ortiz paused for a moment, considering something before having a light bulb moment, “Unless it's because of a certain Columbian hunk I’ve heard so much about from some of the medics in your intake...” She knew she’d hit the jackpot when Ash blushed beet-red from her hairline to her neck. “Awww, does little Ashy have a crush on the big bad Colonel?”
Ash didn’t know what to say, she had honestly forgotten about how she had crushed on the LT. Colonel before she really even knew him, embarrassingly enough her reactions towards him kind of made sense now. She was going to attempt to deny her ever mounting crush on the Colonel she now lived and worked with but given the reaction Lisa had given, she knew she’d been caught out. “Even after all these years you’re still a gossiping teen” Ash choked out with a laugh, shaking her head with a big smile on her face, “And pffft no, I do not have a crush on anyone. Thank you very much”. Even to her own ears the lie was so evident in her voice, there was definitely no denying she did have a crush on the aforementioned man, but that was despite the point.
“OH yeah, for sure. Definitely. You sound so sure about that Greys. Come on now, between friends, what's it like living with that god of a man? I’ve only seen some pictures but holy damn girl, if you don’t ride that dick that I’m going to get you sent to the block, because denying that man that would be a crime!” The pure childlike glee that passed through the Captains body at witnessing the utter shock of her words became clear to Ash and had her curling over in laughter. Never in her life has she seen someone look so offended yet also curious at the idea.
“Hey put it this way, if that man is cuffing me. I’ll happily go right to horny jail” Ash huffed out between laughs, god it was good to be around someone who thought like her and wasn’t afraid of talking shit at work, it was gold. It felt good to genuinely laugh with someone she knew and cherished, it had been far too long.
“Anyway Greys, better get you all wrapped up and sent on your way back to your mans before he gets grumpy and you get told off. Although secretly I’m sure you’d just love that” She walked over to the desk and gathered up some papers that she needed Ash to give to her new Commanding Officer before writing out some prescriptions for more painkillers and nausea meds that she knew would come in handy in the future. “I need you to give these papers to the Colonel for me” she pointed to the stack tucked into an envelope, “And these ones are for you little lady. Please do keep me posted about that handsome hunk you live with. And don’t let Henry annoy you too much when he gets to the house, I’m sure you’ll have your hands full though. Good luck Greys!” and with one final tight hug she let the young officer go. Watching her plod down the hallway with a dopey smile on her face. Before she could forget she flicked her partner a text:
To: Future Hubbster
~ baby it seems you’ll have the perfect opportunity to have some fun in your new posting. Our little Ashy-bear has a crush on the Colonel, you HAVE to get them together somehow, we need our girl to be happy.
It was barely a minute later that her phone chimed, reading the message she had to shake her head with a laugh.
From: Future Hubbster
~ God I love you. Permission to make a certain Colonel jealous by any means necessary?
She quickly typed out a reply before hitting send and making her way back to the nurses desk to grab the papers for her next patient. She was sure that whatever her partner would do that it would for sure stir up some shit in the team, one of the many reasons she loved that troublemaker.
To: Future Hubbster
~permission granted, boy scout. Just don’t weird out our little Ashy or get kicked off the team. See you tonight baby xx
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From that day onwards the energy in the house was no longer awkward. Carrillo and Ash had fallen back into a rhythm of eating meals together and just genuinely enjoying each other's company in the moments when they could relax. Every Night at around twenty hundred hours they’d both find their way into the living room, generally Ash with a book and Carrillo with some kind of file that could potentially be helpful for their missions, reading quietly in comfortable silence had brought a sense of peace to the both of them. With the events from earlier in the week pushed to the side, but definitely not forgotten by either of them, they were back to being a well gelled team, a small team nonetheless but it worked well for them.
Ash had not so subtly started doting on the man. She’d bring him coffee’s to the office during the day because he barely left the room when he got stuck in a rut reading paper after paper, her heart always warmed that extra little bit when he’d happily accept the cup and give her a small grateful smile, she always left the room with a blush on her cheeks and an added skip in her step. Sunday rolled round and Carrillo had seemingly disappeared from the house, and with him nowhere to be found Ash took it upon herself to finally go for a run.
The property definitely seemed larger now she was running around the outside of it, she was becoming exhausted much faster than she would have liked and her side was rather sore from the effort. It was on her third lap of the property, the lap she had named ‘struggle street’ that she heard the sound of an approaching vehicle. Gapping it towards the house in an attempt to act like she hadn’t just been breaking the rules she made it just in time, rushing round her room and heading to the shower as fast as possible. The both of them had obviously learnt one thing from their moment in the living room nearly a week ago, always take your clothes into the bathroom and come out fully dressed, definitely a less awkward situation. Upon leaving the bathroom, fully clothed, she noticed a fresh set of groceries on the bench, it now made sense as to where the Colonel had disappeared to.
Ash started out putting everything away neatly and into the designated spots, putting her favourite foods into easy to reach spots because while she was average height, some of the cupboards were just that little bit too tall for her to reach up into. Once everything was put away she beelined for the couch and flicked on a random movie on tv, not intending to do much more than nap due to being beyond tired from her run, the dull ache of her muscles was a welcome feeling. Ash skipped dinner that night, still feeling far too tired from her exercise and instead chose to retire to bed early, but not before delivering a fresh cup of coffee to a very busy Carrillo.
Ash was starving when she woke up the next morning, stomach was growling and her body ached more than it had in a very long while, the good kind of overworked ache. Climbing rather ungracefully from her bed and into the kitchen, forgetting to put shorts on under the t-shirt she wore while in a tired state. Growing bored while waiting for the pot of coffee to finish she dug into the cupboard to grab a bowl and spoon in preparation for breakfast, wandering over to the fridge to get the milk before returning to her previous place, just in time for the coffee to be ready. Pouring the cup and taking a quick sip she felt herself begin to wake up, she definitely functioned better after the first cup of coffee in the morning, placing the cup down she reached up to the cupboard she usually kept her cereal in to make herself a bowl, only to find it wasn’t where she had put it yesterday upon unpacking the groceries. Huffing to herself in frustration she began checking the other cupboards, each one she opened came up empty, the frustration growing more and more when all the ones in her line of sight and reach didn’t contain her beloved Creamy Oats. It was then that it occurred to her there was one cupboard left to check, the highest up one that Carrillo usually kept any of his favourite stuff in, reaching up on tippy toes and flicking one of the doors open and she struck gold. From her placement she could see the logo of her cereal staring back at her, now she just had to reach it. Somehow.
Caught up in trying to reach her cereal she failed to notice the Colonel leaning against his bedroom door watching silently from afar. He’d woken to the sound of the kitchen being ransacked only to laugh at what he was seeing. His plan it seemed, had worked, from his vantage point he was granted with quite the sight, long muscled legs, and a well toned ass were revealed as Ash tried to stretch as much as she could onto her tiptoes to reach the box of cereal he had deliberately placed at the back of ‘his’ cupboard. Smirking away to himself he slowly padded over to the kitchen, taking special care to dare not make a sound to alert her of his presence.
Ash jumped when she felt a hand land softly on her side, her body tensed before relaxing all too quickly when she felt the penetrating heat of the man behind her. He reached up over her head, muscles bunching and pressed tightly against her effectively caging her in, grasped the box of cereal she was desperately trying to reach and reached down and placed it in front of her. She expected him to move away instantly but instead he stood there trapping her between the hard wood of the bench and the increasingly harder wood poking her in the lower back. One arm was still gripping her side, the other wrapped around her front with his hand played out on the bench, desperately close to where she needed it most.
Testing the resolve of the officer behind her might not have been her brightest idea but she craved any kind of interaction or touch she could gain from this man. Ash pushed back on him, letting out a small pliant sound of need when she felt him twitch against the curve of her ass, the resulting groan she received from him had her buckling at the knees. His head moved down, mouth hovering against the shell of her ear, she could feel the harsh uneven breaths and when she ground down on him again, harder this time, she was rewarded with yet another deep moan, one that sent a delighted shiver down her spine. She made a move to repeat the action but the hand on her side clamped down impossibly tight, efficiently halting her movements, the last thing she expected was for him to speak.
“Do that again, and you’ll find out how little control I really have” His voice was a mere whisper but it had the desired effect.
Ash froze, processing the words. The sleepy lust filled drawl sent a punch of arousal straight to her core and a moan escaping her throat. She was almost tempted to see how far she could push him, but settled for subtly maneuvering herself to grab for her coffee and bring it closer, her throat was impossibly dry now and he was not helping the situation.
The subtle movement brushed so lightly against him that in any other state it may have been imperceptible but in this highly aroused state it made him want to return the favour. He leaned down slowly, gauging her reaction, before gently and fleetingly brushing his lips behind her ear, smirking softly against her skin when she tilted her head slightly to accommodate him, mouth agape. Never one to turn down an advantage he slowly moved his right hand towards her coffee cup, distracting her further by trailing his lips along the edge of her jaw towards her own lips. He continued his journey towards her lips, stopping only when his hand found purchase on the hot cup of coffee before her, before he retraced his previous path, this time stopping every few centimeters to mouth at underside of her jaw, when he reached his intended target he sealed the deal. He nibbled at the soft skin beneath her ear, sucking lightly to leave the barest of marks but one the both of them would know was there, he blew softly on the skin, lips once again pulling into a smirk when she threw her head back against his bare shoulder. He leant his head against the side of her own, gently nuzzling against her before he growled out lowly, “Thanks for the Coffee Ash” and then as if he wasn’t affected by the current situation, he stepped back, groaning at the loss of pressure against his painfully hard cock.
To say Ash was an undignified mess wouldn’t be far from the truth, but even in her current state of dizzying arousal she wouldn’t let him have the last word. She spun on her heel, briefly stunned while watching the muscles on his back bunch and twist as he made his way back to his room, before she remembered her mission. “Sir..” she tempted in a voice dripping with sin, smirking proudly when she saw his shoulders tense and his head shoot up in a hurry, obviously not expecting her to speak back, “When you start something next time, I expect you to finish it” and with those as her final words she turned around, leaning heavily against the bench for support, barely resisting the urge to get herself off where she stood, Colonel be damned.
Carrillo only just had his door closed and the coffee cup discard before he was desperately pulling himself from his shorts. In less than a dozen strokes and with a barely concealed yell he had spilled into his own hand, moving across the floor he reached down to pick up a discarded t-shirt to clean up his mess. Sitting down on his bed to catch his breath he had to laugh at the situation, he had underestimated the young woman, severely so, and now he’d crossed a line he never had before. He was in deep, far too deep to continue to deny his true feelings for the junior officer. He flopped back onto his bed, staring at the ceiling before growling out a string of curse words in his native tongue. That girl really knew how to get under his skin.
#horacio carrillo#horacio carrillo x reader#horacio Carrillo x oc#paper scissors rank#chapter 9#narcos fanfic
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Yandere Zell X Reader X Yandere Beau
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Journal entry: 689, 11 June 2020
It’s now day 1460 since we last saw our dear mayor. The others are saying that they aren’t coming back. That we should all move on. But I still have hope, I know them. They would never leave me! We’re beat buds! But it’s getting harder and harder everyday to keep hope up. I will never give up hope, I’ll keep hoping. For their sake
Zell sighed as he closed his journal. This is how life has been for him, every day for the past four years. The only thing he looked forward to in the morning was the possibility of maybe, just maybe, his mayor and close friend would return. But he can’t keep fooling himself, no matter how hard he tried. He knew the chances of you returning were next to nothing. He was worried that something could have happened to you, but even if something did happen, by now it’s too late to do anything about it. Most of the other villagers had already accepted this fact, but not Zell. No, never Zell. He couldn’t accept the fact that he would most likely never see you again. So he tried to trick himself into believing that there was still a chance he would get to see you again, by now, that thought was the only thing that kept him sane. But no matter, there was the tiny part of his mind that kept saying that he would never see you ever again. But boy was he wrong.
It was another day in the village, the sky was filling to the brim with dark clouds. All of a sudden the rain that was filling the clouds started to pour down hard. Now, this wasn’t your usual rain, no. This was much more violent. The rain was pouring down like the streams going down a waterfall, and anyone who was still outside had to get in quickly. One of those people was Zell. As he slammed his door behind him he stood in silence for a couple of seconds, letting the water drip onto the floor. This was his favourite shirt, and now, just like his mood, it was ruined. He threw off his shirt as it landed on the floor it gave off a lout splat. That was the shirt you gave him. It was the last thing he had from you. And now it was ruined, GONE...just like you...
It all crashed down on him in that moment, the realisation that he would never see you, that you could be hurt or worse, left the island without even caring about what he had to say. He felt his eyes sting, knowing that feeling all to well. He tried to fan his eyes but when that failed it only made his eyes well up more. Before he could calm himself he collapsed down into the ground. Hot tears rolling down his face. He did nothing to stop them, he just laid there. Letting his dreadful thoughts take over him. He cried and cried and screamed and cried. And when he couldn’t cry anymore, he laid on the ground, letting his breath return to normal. And then he stood up, went to the kitchen to make some tea, and when that was done, he went to go watch some tv.
Flipping through the channels he found nothing to watch, or at least anything he liked. That was until he saw what appeared to be some sort of interview of K.K. Slider. “This oughta do it” he said, eyes still red from crying. The interview was about some sort of visit that K.K. Had recently done.
“So tell me Mr. Slider, is it true that you hosted a private concert on the island (I/N) completely free of charge?” (I/N)? Zell has heard about that island. It was the island were Tom Nook lived with his two kids. Or well, what he could only assume was his kids, they looked very alike. But other than that he didn’t know anything else about the island.
“Ayup, sure did Francis” K.K. told the interviewer.
“Well, could we ask you why mr. Slider?” The interviewer, Francis asked.
“They seemed cool, and I had a deal with Mr. Nook. Heh, 'deal'. It sounds so formal and almost like I had a gun held to my head, but I can assure you. It was really fun. (I/N) is a really nice island, I actually stayed there for a while before I went back home” K.K. said. As he told his story, a bunch of pictures came up on the screen. They were seemingly taken by K.K himself, and yeah Zell had to admit, the island certainly looked nice. There were beaches and fruit trees and the folks looked really nice an- OH MY GOD!!!
Zell quickly stood up, the tea he was previously holding falling down to the ground, smashing into thousands of pieces. But Zell didn’t care, his eyes were glued to the tv screen. There, right on the screen, were a photo of K.K. and a human. A human that he would recognise any were. A human that he had spent years of his life with. A human that he had spent FOUR YEARS yearning after. It was you. You were alive! And you looked so different! Your hair looked different and you were wearing different clothes. But even then, Zell could still recognise you. You were holding your arm around K.K.’a shoulder and smiling to the camera. Zell didn’t know why but this made him feel...something. Anger? Sadness? Irritation? Whatever it was. He didn’t like it. But that didn’t matter right now, what mattered was you were alive and out there, which meant he could find you! (I/N) was it? Well, maybe it was time for him to buy an island getaway package. After all of this, he needed a vacation...
Another day, another opportunity. Beau was sitting under a tree, eating a donut and thinking about life in general. That’s when he heard a voice call out to him. “Beau! Over here!” He turned his head to where the voice came from, smiling as he knew exactly who it was. And there you were, running towards him with a big smile on your face. As you reached him you sat down besides him, taking a few seconds to catch your breath. “What’s up saltlick?” He asked, giving you a smile. “Hi Beau, I wanted to ask you if you’d like to have a picnic with me, Timmy and Tommy later? We’re gonna eat lots of cake” as you told him this his eyes lit up with joy. “Would I? Of course I wanna join you! When is it?” He exclaimed putting his hoofs together and giving you a raid, happy nod. You laughed a little at this, classic Beau. So quick to fall asleep whenever but lightning fast as soon as you mention food. “Well, we were thinking it would be around 2 pm when the boys have their break, think you could make it?” You asked him, Beau only responded to this with more rapid nodding.
The two of you talked a little longer until it was time for Isabelles morning announcement. You walked near one of the speakers by the plaza to hear a bit better. “Good morning everyone! Isabelle here with your morning announcement. Today we have a new neighbour joining us, so make sure to give them a warm welcome from all of (I/N). That’s it for today, have fun”
Oh? “We’re getting a new resident? Did you about this Y/N?” Beau asked you, looking very confused. “No, I wasn’t informed about this at all” you answered heading into the resident service.
As you entered, the sound of a bell pinging slightly came from the door. This made a certain Tanookis ears perk up as he quickly turned to the door with a smile. “Oh, Y/N. Come in, come in!” He said, as you sat down he could see how curiosity was gracing your features, like a small child following their guardian to ask them what they’re doing. “Hmm? Is something wrong?” He tilted his head and you could see Isabelle walk towards the both of you. “Hello Y/N! How are you doing today?” She asked with a large smile. This made you chuckle slightly, she was so adorable sometimes. “I’m doing alright but uhh...is there a new resident moving here today?” You asked, wondering about this new islander. “Oh yes! He asked to move in here in as soon as possible, I think he said it was very urgent and that he would pay to get a spot on this specific island. I of course told him that there’s no need for payment. But yes, he’ll be arriving here shortly, in a few hours I think” Tom answered you, pulling up some papers out of a drawer. “His name was...Zell! His name was Zell and he’s a deer” this made your heart stop...Z...Zell? “Mr. Nook-“ “Please Y/N, there’s no need for such formalities” “Oh, right. Tom, could I perhaps see a picture of...Zell?” You asked him, Tom nodded and handed you the file. As soon as the file was in your grasp you started to frantically flip through the notes, looking for something that would indeed affirm your hopes.
“Sorry that I held up your picnic boys” you told the two small tanookies standing besides you. You and a bunch of other residents where waiting for Zell to arrive. You was the first one to sit down and wait. But over time Timmy, Tommy and Beau has joined you. And slowly, the entire island was sitting there in anticipation. “It’s alright Y/N ...ʸ/ᴺ. We would have had to cancel it anyways, we wanna welcome our new resident after all ...ᵃˡˡ” You smiles at the two boys, always so selfless. Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a plane flying close by. It was Wilbur! You stood up as the plane landed by the dock. You felt like you were about to explode out of both nervousness and excitement, if it hadn’t been for all the people here, you would have run into the airport. After a few minutes, you saw a figure come out of the airport. And just like you, he stood frozen there. It was him. It was Zell.
Without a word, you started sprinting towards him. And so did he. The two of you met in the middle and you crashed into a big hug. Tears started to pour out of your eyes. You were shaking out of pure joy. Zell embraced you so hard. Feeling like if he let you go, you would disappear once again. A lot of residents looked confused as they saw the scene before them. Even Beau could be seen with a slightly...irritation in his eyes. But after a while, you and Zell exited out of the hug. But you were still holding each other’s arms. You let out a shaky breath as you gave him a smile, only to be met with eyes filled with tears and despair. “Why did you leave me”
A single grade that made your heart split in two, he thought you had left him. “Zell, no I-I didn’t want to leave. It was purely against my will! Trust me! There wasn’t a day when I didn’t think about you, i searched everywhere but...” you couldn’t finish the sentence, voice cracking and even more tears poring out. Zell only responded by hugging you again. “Please don’t leave again...” “I won’t”
While the two of you were embracing each other. There was an antelope watching you, much to his dismay. How dare this deer come out of nowhere and just ruin his evening plans with y ou. You were gonna have a picnic with Timmy and Tommy, it would almost feel like you were a family, but no, this random deer just HAD to move in. It made him sick to his stomach. But he had to put on a fake persona, he didn’t want you to find out about his true emotions. Y/N walked up to the others, holding Zells hand, and started introducing him to everyone. So it seems you two had a background, way before Beau met you. That made him and but he knew you liked him more. But as Y/N was explaining the situation Zell came up and hugged her from behind very tenderly. This made Beaus blood boil to the point were he could barely keep it inside of him. He’d have to have a talk with this deer later.
It was nighttime now, you and Zell had been with each other the whole day, but now it was time to sleep. You said goodbye to each other and as Zell went into his home, he’d have a lot of things to unpack. But as he closed his door and turned on the lights he saw that Beau, the antelope from earlier were sitting by his boxes of furnitures. “Hello, Zell was it? I need to speak with you” Zell looked cautiously at the Antelope. Carefully planning his next move, like a feline ready to attack. “Who are you, how did you get in here?” Zell squinted slightly, still glaring at the person in front of him. “Beau, but that doesn’t matter. I wanted to tell you to stay away from Y/N. I don’t care if you used to be friends or something, but they’re mine now. So back off” Beau said, pressing the word friends as if the thought of that disgusted him. This made Zell chuckle, much to Beaus dismay. “Hey! Quit laughing! I’m serious!” He said getting more and more annoyed by the second. “Ahaha...listen pronk...you don’t know how long I’ve been without Y/N, how long I’ve yearned for them. And if you think I will EVER give them up just because of some empty threats from someone like you? Then you’ve got another thing coming. You don’t seem to understand how far I’m willing to go for Y/N. So unless you want to become a corpse, then I suggest getting the fuck out of my house”
This made Beau tense up a little bit. He hadn’t expected for Zell to bite back. He usually didn’t resort to threats when it came to keeping you for himself. But when he did, most people would stay away. He’d never actually had to hurt someone to keep you, but maybe this would be the first time. “Bad choice saltlick...” he got into a fighting stance, preparing to start butting his newfound rival. Zell also got down to prepare himself but then it struck him. “Are you close to Y/N?” He asked, slowly but carefully standing up straight. This caught Beau off guard, what? Why would he care? “Yes...we’re very close...how come?” And just like Zell, Beau rose up into his normal posture. “Hmm, then they would be very sad if you died...i have an idea” Zell said coming closer to Beau. ”Stay back!” Beau quickly felt like the tankes had turned. He came in with the confidence that he would convince Zell, but now he actually started to get scared. “Oh calm down you baby, I’m not gonna hurt you...as long as you comply, got that?” Zell demanded, Beau only only frantically in response. “Good...good. Now, let me ask you this Beau. When you see others talking to Y/N, don’t you feel a burning sensation in your chest? Don’t you feel like you want to get rid of them? Like you want to-“
“Lock Y/N up and keep them forever...yes...practically everyday...” Zell grinned at the Antelopes Quick response, he knew that hungry craving stare anywhere. Beau was lovesick, just like he was. But for the first time in Zells life, two lovesick people had fallen for the same person. And while sure, they could battle over who gets to keep you, Zell could use this- could use Beau, to his advantage. “Well, how about we help each other out. We both want the same thing don’t we? So instead of unnecessary violence, how about we put our brains and brawn together to get what we both want” Zell prompted, now walking around the room, looking at his boxesz. “Y/N?” “Bingo! That’s right, Y/N...”
Drip...drip...drip...
God...damn it...there was a persistent dripping noice coming from somewhere in your room. It had woken you up, much to your dismay. You tried to get up only to hear the sound of chains ring through the room. What? What was this. You starter to move more only to hear the chain noice even more vividly. Now you were starting to get scared. You were tied to a bed. Now you were full on thrashing and your heart was beating so fast. After a few moments the dark room filled with bright light, light that made you close your eyes before they got used to the light. Seeing who stood in the hallway made you oh so relieved. It was Zell and Beau, but the relive only lasted for a few seconds until you realized where you were. You were in Beaus basement. You had been there a few times, at least enough times to know that everything remained the same except for the bed you were chained to. It was a king sized bed, with you tied up in the middle. “Zell? Beau? What’s going on?” You asked, voice shaking slightly. Zell only responded to this by chuckling deeply, you could see Beau tense up behind him, ears going back out of...fear? “Why, my dear Y/N. You see last night our friend Beau snuck into my house in hopes of scaring me off of you. That of course didn’t happen” hearing this you let out a audible gasp, he did what. As you looked over at Beau he shrunk down onto his own skin, looking like a cat with its tail between its legs. “No, instead we were gonna fight to the death to see who would have you. But then, I got a better idea. Instead of this relentless fighting, why don’t we just share you!” As Zell said this, something crazy lit up in his eyes, you didn’t like it. “And that’s what we did! I’ve moved into Beaus place and now both me and Beau can keep you to ourselves! Isn’t it great Y/N?!” Zell was quickly approaching you, grabbing a hold of your face, forcing you to look at him. “Don’t you get it Y/N? This way I’ll never have to worry about you leaving me again! I’ve waited for so long to finally feel your touch again, and I’m not gonna let some other 8 residents take up all your attention!” As he said this he laid down on your right side, curling up around your body. Beau was still standing in the doorway, he looked very uncomfortable.
“...why...why me?” You asked, tears now pouring out. “Because we love you, dear Y/N” Zell answered giving you a light peck on the cheek. He looked over to Beau and smirked. “Beau? Are you coming?” Beau flinched a little when Zell said his name. But after a few seconds, he complied and laid down on your left side. You could see Zell move his hand to touch the arm that Beau had wrapped around you.
Zell wasn’t gonna lie, Beau was a cute antelope, very sweet and charming. But the cutest about him was how he thought he had any power in this situation. He found it adorable when he quivered in his presence, poor guy was probably terrified of him. But that’s good. After all, fear is the easiest way of controlling someone. He’d keep him around for a little while, for as long as he could. But make no mistake, if Beau did anything to step out of line, he wouldn’t hesitate to end his life. Meanwhile, you laid in between them, just the other day you were happier than ever to see Zell but now? Now you were terrified of this deer. What had happened to him? This wasn’t the deer you loved.
The deer you loved was dead.
This husk of him, laying next to you was the only thing that remained.
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Part VIII
Part I - Part II - Part III - Part IV - Part V - Part VI - Part VII
Laurent held his breath before he rang the bell.
There was the silence. Crickets. Wind. Trees rustling. His own heart.
Technically, Laurent didn’t have to ring the doorbell.
Damen had told Laurent that morning that he could just let himself in and wait in his office on the second floor. Laurent thought of arguing that he had no idea where in the house Damen’s office was since his knowledge of the of the house was limited (he’s only ever been to the kitchens, Egeria’s sitting room, crossed the entrance to the living room on his way to Damen’s bedroom and the dining room), but Damen and Laurent were barely speaking so all Laurent said was ‘fine’, which now felt like the dumbest possible alternative.
Or not, maybe it was for the best and they shouldn’t be talking more than the absolute necessary.
Laurent rang the bell.
The front door to the main house never looked bigger and scarier than it looked in this moment, and for a handful of seconds Laurent thought that maybe if he ran fast he’d still be able to escape before someone came to let him inside.
The doors opened. Laurent was allowed inside.
The stern housekeeper showed Laurent to the office, on the second floor, just past the painting of an old, angry guy that was hanging above a nice arrange of gardenias in a turquoise Chinese vase. Probably Jokaste’s doing.
Laurent was handed a glass of something upon accepting when offered, though he didn’t pay attention to the offer in first place. Laurent sipped. The liquor (or it may be whisky) burned all the way down his throat. At least the glass kept his hands busy and that was the only way to keep Laurent from biting his nails. Biting nails would’ve been worse.
Three days ago, Laurent had a job and a thing going on with Damen that he didn’t know how to name, a room to sleep for as long as he liked, a lot of worries and no news from anyone from his past.
Then everything turned on its head within a twenty minutes conversation and now Laurent was unemployed, hardly exchanging words with Damen, theoretically had no place to live anymore, twice as many worries as before and the knowledge that Auguste would be coming here to this very room tonight to meet him after six years.
Auguste, whom Laurent had left.
It was all Damen’s doing, though Laurent couldn’t tell if it was out of consideration or because – as Damen had told him – Laurent could become a leverage to their case. Laurent could testify against their uncle and use his experience as proof. It was something along these lines. Testimony? Damen had explained everything in the phone call, but Laurent wasn’t grasping much information. His head kept wandering to Auguste.
What was Auguste like nowadays? Had he been looking for Laurent all those years? Did he give up? How would it be to see him again? Maybe he had wrinkles. He was thirty-two, it wasn’t likely that he had wrinkles. And Laurent knew well that Auguste had a family. What was his wife’s name? And the baby? Did they know about Laurent?
Would Auguste be happy to see Laurent again?
Auguste never liked it when Laurent bit his nails then. He would be upset if Laurent still bit them now, when they would meet again so many years later, so Laurent was really glad to have a cup in hands.
There wasn’t much that Laurent could see from the window behind him, given that it was dark outside, and the window opened to grass and nothing else. In any other occasion, Laurent would’ve enjoyed the view of open, clear sky, stars and the waning moon. Now the fact that he wouldn’t be able to see Damen arriving with Auguste was maddening; that and how quiet this room was.
Why was this room so damn quiet? There wasn’t even a clock ticking.
Fifteen minutes passed.
Laurent was close to going downstairs to proceed with that previous plan of evading, when there finally was noise on the hallway. The doorknob turned.
The comers weren’t much louder than Laurent was. Damen got in first, glimpsing at Laurent and nodding, not a single word was said by him. Following, came the brunette that Laurent had seen around one time before – the pretty, elegant one, with the braid and the freckles – that whispered something to the person right behind her.
Laurent caught his breath, put his glass down, bit the inside of his cheek and froze so that he wouldn’t start trembling. It was unlikely that Laurent would stop once he started.
God, it was really him. Tall, so tall. Taller than Laurent remembered. His hair was shoulder-length, just like Laurent envisioned whenever he thought of Auguste.
Laurent had cut his own hair that very morning; if he hadn’t, they would be matching now. His eyes were the same as Laurent’s. He had expression marks on the corners of his mouth and lightly between his brows. He was so handsome. Oh, so handsome.
The way Auguste looked at Laurent was eager and possibly the same way Laurent was looking at him. The stillness must’ve lasted around three seconds before Auguste ran and engulfed Laurent into the tightest embrace he’s ever experienced.
Auguste kept chanting ‘oh my god’ and ‘I can’t believe it’ while running his hands over Laurent’s back, shoulders and nape. Pulling away, pushing Laurent by the shoulders, Auguste took a good look.
Eyes watering, voice cracking, he said, “It is really you.”
Laurent trembled, smiling. “It is.”
“It is,” Auguste repeated.
This time, when Auguste pulled Laurent back into the hug, Laurent had more room to breathe. Auguste sniffed really close to Laurent’s ear and Laurent squeezed him as tight as he could. It really was him. Auguste even smelled the same as Laurent remembered. They stayed like this forever or for a very short period of time; he couldn’t say.
When they parted again, Auguste rubbed his thumbs over Laurent’s cheeks as though wiping his tears away, which might’ve been the case. Laurent wasn’t sure he was crying. He was a little too dizzy and a little too confused and so very excited. He was also only now letting himself acknowledge how much he’s missed Auguste over the past few years. It ached. It ached in a way that Laurent didn’t experience in so long. Since he was thirteen.
Since they parted.
“You’re so grown up,” Auguste said midst an attempted smile that cracked into a sob “Look at you. You’re so beautiful,” his expression melted some more, lips curling downwards as he cried, “I’m so sorry, Laurent.”
Laurent shook his head, but the words refused to form themselves in an order that made sense. “No,” was all that Laurent could force out through a thick, unsteady voice.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t keep you safe,” Auguste continued, his face red and wet and distorted by all the crying and the flood of emotions “I should never have let him take you away. Never.”
“It wasn’t your fault,” Laurent struggled.
"I should've packed and ran away with you."
“You couldn't - I’m not – it wasn’t your fault. I’m sorry - I’m sorry.”
The sight of Laurent’s hands clutching to the fabric covering Auguste’s shoulders, the sound of his own whimpers and having Auguste right there, so very real in front of him, had Laurent feeling childish. As though he didn’t age a day since the day he saw the last of Auguste.
“Don’t be,” Auguste said, pulling Laurent into another hug “You’re alive. You’re ok. That’s all that matters to me.”
Over Auguste’s shoulder Laurent caught a glimpse of Damen watching them carefully.
Damen’s face was filled with something akin sorrow whereas the woman that came with him watched the scene that displayed in front of her with a small smile in her lips. Satisfied. Content, like she played any role at all in their reunion.
Laurent closed his eyes and decided that he could think of all of that later. He could think of anything and everything later.
Now he had his brother back – Auguste was right, that was all that mattered.
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The Piano - Chapter 10
Summary: Belle French and her daughter arrive in New Zealand to an arranged marriage with Gaston LeGume. Gaston shows little interest in her or her piano and books. However, Mr. Gold is fascinated… (Rumbelling of the 1993 film “The Piano”)
Rating: E for smut, dark subject matter and violence.
Special Note: There is a forced kiss in this chapter, please do not read if this sort if thing upsets you.
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“I lied to you earlier.”
Belle stopped tracing patterns on his back. He rolled over and sat up, leaning against the headboard. Patting the spot next to him, he showed he wanted her close.
“I implied there wasn't anything of yours here. But there is.”
He reached under his pillow and pulled out a small green cloth-bound book. It was “Aesop's Fables,” from her childhood.
“Another lie - no, exaggeration. I can read, just not very well.”
He opened it and traced her name written inside.
“You wrote your name in this one. Belle French. The rest had printed bookplates, this one was in your handwriting.”
He looked up from the book to assure himself that he had her full attention.
“Names are important. They have power. I wanted to have yours, this piece of you, here with me. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have kept it.”
She kissed the side of his neck, forgiving.
“Labhrainn. My name. You are the first in all of New Zealand to hear it. I trust you to keep it to yourself.”
She mouthed the name, enjoying the feel of the syllables on her lips. Labhrainn. Unusual, but it suited him to have an uncommon name.
Her wry smile made her thoughts clear to him. “Don't tease, now. I didn't choose to be saddled with it.”
She squeezed his hand. Sharing a secret was a unique form of intimacy, and she was glad he'd given her one.
Gold snapped the book shut. Belle got up and collected her clothes. He wished their morning together would never end. “You're leaving.”
Her only response was to hold out her wrist so he could help with the buttons on her sleeves. Gold's shirt hung open, his buttons still scattered about the room.
Concerned with how much time had passed, Belle hurried to finish getting dressed. She had lost a few buttons of her own. As she reached to pick up the one she spied on the floor, she knocked it down a knot-hole in the floorboard.
“I need to know. What will you do?”
Belle tidied her hair in the mirror.
“Does this mean something to you?” This woman had changed him. He didn't recognize himself with all this talk of feelings and emotions. She was like a drug, putting him in an altered state. The words just kept coming.
“I already miss you, Belle.” Standing, he reached around her waist and breathed in the scent of her neck. “I'm a difficult man to love. But do you love me?”
Belle stopped fussing with her hair and looked at herself in the mirror. Her face had not changed, but everything was different. What had transpired between them was overwhelming, but she had to get back to Tilly. There was a lot to process, choices to make. It wouldn't do to be impulsive and come to a rash decision after the morning of mind-blowing sex. Not wanting him to doubt that she cared for him, she turned, pulling his shirt further apart to kiss him on his chest over his heart.
Gold was confused. Was this an answer? He studied her face. “Come tomorrow,” he told her with urgency in his voice. “If the answer is yes, that you want us to be together, come tomorrow.”
She put the book on the table next to the chipped cup and left before he could tempt her to stay.
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That morning, Gaston had decided to work in the barn instead of going straight out to the new property. When Tilly’s shouts reached his ears, he'd returned to the house in time to see Belle leave and an angry Tilly stomp away. Belle didn't even notice his pursuit in her rush.
He crept up to the cottage, a hunter stalking his prey. From the bottom of the porch steps, he could almost make out Gold's quiet murmurings. When the slapping and scuffling noises began he advanced to the window without making a sound. He saw Gold and his wife in a passionate embrace. He reeled, dropping to the porch, his back sagging against the wall. The muted sighs, moans, and breathless sounds of pleasure paralyzed him.
Anger and curiosity trapped Gaston between them. Curiosity won. He looked again. Gold was on his knees under the cage of her hoops. Belle ripped at her clothing, yanking off her corset. He grimaced at the sound of fabric tearing.
Gaston continued to play the voyeur. With Belle's eyes closed, swaying like she might fall over, she'd never notice him. Gold was intent at his task between her legs, licking and kissing. Then he stopped, and Gaston darted back. He heard Gold tell Belle she was delicious. He knew men sometimes did this sort of thing, they told bawdy jokes and stories about it. But the idea of kneeling before a woman, worshipful, did not appeal. Although Belle was enjoying herself, if the loud panting was any sign. He peeked again, and yes, Gold had returned to his ministrations. Did he enjoy doing that?
After Belle had tensed like she'd been struck by lightning, she helped Gold to his feet, then ripped his pants off. He hadn't realized she was such a wanton. Gold's stiff cock answered his question, he'd obviously enjoyed the time spent on his knees. He observed that the man was well endowed, then chided himself for even noticing such a thing.
Realization that he was in a vulnerable position came to him. Granny or those Maori could show up at any moment, and he didn't want to be caught spying. Besides, they'd moved to the bed, which he couldn't see without sticking his head in the window. They'd notice that.
A black cat butted against his hand, looking for affection. Irritated, he swiped at it, causing it to run off hissing under the house. There was just enough room for him to follow. And a knothole in the floorboard to make it easier for him to eavesdrop. The panting and moaning were endless. How long did this act take?
A period of relative silence followed. Gold spoke some nonsense about books and names. It was difficult to pay attention; he was getting uncomfortable, and he was certain a spider was walking across his hand. A button dropped through a knothole nearby. At last, Gold asked something important.
“What will you do?”
After Belle left, Gaston did not go straight home. He needed time to think. What would Belle do? Her actions tomorrow would answer the question. Maybe this was to be a single occurrence, to show her gratitude for the return of the piano. For now, no one else knew. That was the most important thing. People would mock and laugh if they found out. The secret must be kept. As long as she didn't go back, everything would be fine.
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That night, Belle was giddy. How did couples get anything done when there was such fun to be had? Her first lover ought to be ashamed of himself. He had either known nothing about a woman's body or just didn't care.
Trying to calm down, she asked Tilly to read her favorite book aloud. She saw Mr. Gold's – no, Labhrainn's – expressive face on the prince, herself on the princess. When they got ready for bed, Tilly brushed Belle's hair. Unable to contain her high spirits, she grabbed her and tickled. The two rolled around, laughter ringing through the house.
Pleased with her mother's good humor, Tilly demanded a shadow puppet story. Belle acquiesced. Now the sorcerer was not evil like everyone assumed. He was only lonely, and the princess he'd stolen away fell in love with him. Tilly applauded this romantic development. Belle hoped Tilly’d be as enthusiastic about her mother’s romance after she’d had time to process it.
In the next room, Gaston paged through a book on botany, eyes not seeing the pages. His jaw clenched, and his neck was stiff. When he could no longer take the sounds of happiness that assaulted his ears, he took his axe and went outside to chop wood until the window of the bedroom darkened.
Long after Tilly fell asleep, Belle replayed the morning's events. She wondered if Mr. Gold would enjoy her mouth on him to completion. The next day could not come fast enough.
After breakfast, Gaston announced he was continuing his task of building a fence on his new acreage. As soon as he was out of sight, she instructed an irritated Tilly how to spend her morning. She was upset about being left behind again, but they didn't have as much of a confrontation as yesterday. She had to teach her boundaries. It would be difficult for Tilly to understand, but she was a bright and loving child. Given time, she'd realize Mr. Gold hadn't stolen her place in her heart, he'd expanded it and there was more than enough room for them both.
She hurried along the path. Brimming with happiness, she wondered what he would do when he saw that she had come back to him. There was much to discuss, which would be difficult, considering he didn’t sign and had a hard time with reading. But sometimes she felt as though he heard her in his head. He would understand that she wanted to be with him, wanted the three of them to be a family. She and Tilly could teach him sign language and help him with his reading.
As she raced past a grouping of trees at the edge of Gaston's property, the man himself stepped directly in front of her. Shocked, Belle stopped short and almost tripped. Gaston's face was blank, his eyes empty. She decided in an instant to keep walking, acting like nothing was amiss. But he followed her, grabbing her arm and wrenching her back to him. He did not speak. Pulling her hair, he kissed her hard, bruising her lips. There was no affection, only dominance, a show of power.
Belle’s heartbeat roared in her ears. She kept her mouth clenched shut and did not fight back. Her jaw ached from the effort. When he stopped to breathe, she shoved him with all her strength and ran away. Gaston was faster. He caught her, and she clung to a stout tree branch, kicking at him as he pulled. The rough bark dug into her hands.
“Maaammmaaa!” she heard Tilly call from a distance. She was coming up the path. Relief at Tilly's disobedience brought tears to her eyes. “Mama, Aunt Cora is looking for you!” At the sound of her voice, Gaston froze. Belle gathered her composure; Tilly must not see them like this. Gaston took her arm and marched her back to the house.
“There you are,” said Cora as they came into view. Her sharp eyes noted Belle's pale face and Gaston's grim mouth. “We were just stopping to thank you for allowing Tilly to be a part of our little play. And, I know Gaston would appreciate having an enjoyable meal for a change, so we wanted to invite you to dinner for Christmas.”
“Thank you Aunt, we will attend. However, we are very busy. Don't let us keep you.” He walked straight past her to the woodpile and cut lengths of board. His axe hit the mark each time despite his speed and wood split with a crack.
“Well, I never saw such rudeness.” Cora stalked off to where Regina was waiting with the horses when it became apparent Gaston was ignoring her.
The rest of the day Belle lay on the bed. When Gaston started hammering planks over the windows she covered her ears, the sound of the nails in the wood like clods of earth falling on a coffin. He finished his work with a wooden bolt on the front door, enabling him to lock it from the outside. That would keep her home. She would not go back to Gold.
Tilly sat next to her mother. “You shouldn't have gone to Mr. Gold's house again after he returned the piano and books. I don't like it, and neither does Papa.” Why did Mama want to spend time with him without her? Mr. Gold was nice, and she liked his cat, but it wasn't worth getting into trouble. Calling Gaston 'Papa' was the best way her child's mind could conceive of how to get back at her for causing this upheaval. Belle ignored the ploy and closed her eyes.
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That’s the Deal
Summary: Y/N saves the village of Tondc when Clarke does nothing. She has to save her family and save her feelings for Bellamy. This is set at the end of season 2. I figured we could all use a little bit of fluff back when things were a little easier!
Pairing: Bellamy Blake x Reader
Warning: Bombing
The air was burning in your lungs, begging you to stop and rest for a minute. You pumped your legs harder, forcing them to take another step. Twigs and branches were snapping across your skin. They relished in your whimpers but you wouldn’t give in to the satisfaction. You had to get there. You had to make it before...
You had known Clarke for a little while now, and you knew she made some questionable choices sometimes. But this wasn’t something you could rely on her for. You had to make it to Tondc before the entire village was destroyed.
At the thought of Bellamy, trapped inside Mount Weather completely trusting Clarke, you felt another surge of energy and sprinted forward. This was the longest run you’d ever made without stopping but the magnitude of what could happen was outweighing your desire for air.
The village of Tondc sprang up in front of you and your body felt ecstatic as you began to pull up. As sneakily as possible, you zigged and zagged through the trees trying to stay hidden from the grounder patrol.
You snuck up to the side of a hut and watched in the shadows as Clarke rode into the village. Your stomach churned as Clarke blew Octavia off and instead left with Lexa to speak privately. You watched them disappear into the main hut then turned to look for Octavia.
As you scanned the camp, Marcus Kane walked right in front of you. You snatch out and clutch his arm, yanking him into the shadows with you.
He immediately went into attack mode. “Marcus, it’s me, Y/N.” You said as he struggled against you.
He paused and his mind registered what you said. “Y/N? What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be back at Camp.”
“Marcus, you have to listen to me.” Your voice was strained and that made him look at you with extra care. “There is a missile coming straight for us, for Tondc. Bellamy heard them.”
“What? Who else knows?” Fear flashes in his eyes, you think, before the steel returns.
“Clarke. And I don’t think she’s going to tell anyone.” Your hands are twisted around Kane’s wrists, begging him to help you. “Please, Marcus.”
Marcus places a hand on your shoulder, it’s comforting to you in a moment of panic.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get everyone out. I’m going to find Indra, you g-”
You interrupt him, “I have to find Octavia. She-she’s my family.”
He nods curtly and heads off in a different direction, but your voice stops him. “Kane!” When he looks back at you, he sees the child that you truly are. The child who has had too much put on your shoulders. You’re standing there, covered in grime and sweat, and the terror in your eyes turns his blood cold.
“We have to be discrete. Bellamy is still in there... They’ll know there’s an insider and they’ll...” You can’t stand to finish that sentence. You can’t think of the possibility of him being hurt or worse.
A small smile slips onto half of Kane’s face and that is enough to keep you from bursting into tears. Then he’s gone and you’re left to your own devices.
Frantically, you spin around, hoping to spot the dark haired girl. One of your people walks past you and you tug them to a stop.
“Octavia! Octavia Blake! Where is she?” You practically screech at him. He nervously points in the direction of the woods.
You scramble through the brush as fast as you can. A branch covers your path causing you to trip and fall. The blood pools on your knee but you wipe it off and keep moving. Desperate to reach her in time.
You could hear her voice in the distance, or were you imagining it. “Octavia!”
All the trees were starting to look the same, looming over you like walls caging you in. Your head was spinning and you realized how dry your throat was. When was the last time you’d drank any water?
Light footsteps coming towards you, you yanked the knife out of your side pocket and tried to get in a fighting stance. Then her face moved out of the darkness and her body was slamming into you. You released your knife and threw your arms around her neck.
“Y/N. Oh my god, are you okay?” She was hugging you and you were clinging to her, praying she was real.
“I-I had to find you. You need to get out of here, O.” You could faintly see Lincoln behind her, on high alert.
“What are you talking about, what’s going on?”
“The mountain men are sending a missile to destroy the village. Marcus, he’s evacuating people, but you, you have to come with me.” You tightened your hold on her hand, but the determination in her eyes was evident.
“Y/N, I have to-”
“Please, O, please don’t go back there. You’re my family - my sister. I can’t lose you.” You were pleading with her to see reason. To see that you would be destroyed if you lost her, that Bellamy would be destroyed. And that he would never care for you the same if you didn’t save her.
Octavia lightly placed her hand on your cheek and gave you that smile. It was the smile that she’d given you since you met her as a little girl under the floor. The one that she gave you every time she was about to do something dangerous. The one that said, ‘I hope you can understand’.
She twisted her body to head for the campsite when the missile landed and all three of you were blown backwards. You slammed onto the ground and felt the tingle in every single bone in your body. Your ears were ringing so loudly you thought someone was ringing a bell.
Despite the pain, you forced yourself up and wildly searched for Octavia. You spotted her body and crawled over to her. You laid your head on her chest, unable to stop the tears that were flowing, and you completely broke down when you heard her heartbeat.
Octavia groaned underneath you and you shot up. “Oh thank god. Don’t scare me like that again!”
She smirked slightly, “do you know me at all? You’re going to be scared your whole life.”
Laughing, you tackled her in a hug, letting it sink it that she was still alive. Octavia only gave you a moment to feel relief before she pushed you off and ran towards the decimated village. The only thing you could do was lay on the ground and pray that Bellamy was still alive.
~~~
The moment that Bellamy opens the intact door, it’s like life has sprouted within you. You can tell that he’s beaten and worn down, his curls are matted to his forehead. But he’s alive. And that was all you needed to know.
You had stepped forward to hug him when Clarke shoved you out of the way and threw her arms around his neck. Jealousy bubbled in your stomach at the sight of Bellamy with another girl in his arms.
You had known Bellamy since you were a little girl on the Arc. He was a couple years older than you but when he saw you getting bullied one day, he stood up against those kids. And from that day forward, you protected each other. You trusted each other with every thought and every secret. He was yours and you were his.
Lately, the more you thought of him, the more you realized that you loved him more than just your best friend. However, it was obvious how close he had grown to Clarke. He trusted her with so much and he had fought for her. Now you were resigned to face the man you loved be with the woman he loved, even if that wasn’t you.
When they finally pulled apart, Bellamy shifted closer to you.
“I’m so happy that you’re safe. I was so worried when Raven said you and Octavia were both in Tondc.” He whispered.
“Oh, you should have seen her, Bell. She was all frantic and panicky, you know how she gets, trying to make sure I wasn’t in the village.” Octavia cut in.
Bellamy’s eyes lit up with pride. “You saved my sister. You saved all those people.”
“Well, it’s your sister. She’s my family. You’re my family.” You said in a hushed voice, aware of Clarke’s stare burning a hole into the side of your face.
Bellamy didn’t take notice though, “I’m so lucky to have you on my side.” He pulled you into a tight hug and kissed the top of your head. You dug your face into his chest and smiled at the sensation.
“If you guys are done, we’ve got a war to win.” Clarke grumbled.
~~~
Camp Jaha had never looked so inviting to you. You practically fell to the ground and kissed the dirt the moment you walked into the gates.
Octavia had disappeared somewhere with Lincoln, leaving you to fend for yourself. You spun around, expecting Bellamy to be there, but were faced with Clarke and Bellamy in an embrace. Your eyes stung with tears and your chest filled with a betrayal that felt wrong. Bellamy wasn’t yours to be jealous over. With a humph, you stalked into the camp and toward your quarters.
A pillow was burying your head when you heard a chuckle.
“Can I help you?” You asked, muffled.
“Just wanted to see my best friend,” you cringed at the word ‘friend’, “but instead I find this lump. Have you seen Y/N anywhere?”
“Sorry, she’s not available at the moment. Please try again later.” You stayed motionless.
Bellamy snorted and sat down at the edge of your bed, moving you over to make room for him.
“What’s wrong, punk? You’ve been quiet on the whole walk back and then you disappear the second we get into camp.”
You peaked your head out to look at him. He had cleaned up and was wearing casual clothes now. His hair was hanging in wet tendrils and the shirt was tight around his biceps. You groaned and buried back to your original place.
“Hey, Y/N, tell me what’s wrong? I promise I’ll fix it if I can.” He rested his hand on your elbow, coaxing you out like a child.
“Bell, there’s nothing to tell. Why don’t you go find Clarke and enjoy your freedom. Do whatever the hell you want.”
Hurt flashed on Bellamy’s face for a moment.
“I don’t want to spend time with Clarke. I want to spend time with you.” He replied crisply. “But clearly you don’t want to spend time with me, so I’ll leave.” He stood up abruptly heading for the door.
You threw your arm out and grabbed a hold of his shirt. “Bell...”
He glared down at you, his arms folded across his chest. It made him look even more muscular and your heart was pounding with desire.
“Please don’t go, Bell.” He twitched an eyebrow, waiting for an answer. “Ugh, why do you have to be so stubborn all the time? I don’t have to tell you everything.”
Bellamy snickered as he toppled over onto your body. “Yes, you do, squirt. I tell you everything and you tell me everything. It’s kind of the deal.” You grunted at the sudden weight but secretly relished the feeling of his body on yours.
“Well, what if I don’t want to tell you this?” You mumbled into his arm.
Bellamy propped up on one arm and gave you a gentle look that turned your stomach. Would this be the last time he looked at you like that? “Is it bad?”
“Depends on your definition of bad?”
He stiffened at your side. “Did you-did you hook up with someone?” He asked gruffly.
Your head shot up and you looked at him with an arched brow, “um no.”
He instantly relaxed. “Then it can’t be that bad. Just tell me and I’ll help you.” Bellamy rested his hand on your back and rubbed in circles. That had always worked on you in the past, when you were at your most vulnerable, he always knew how to make you feel safe.
You flipped your head over and looked up at him, memorizing every feature of his face. You moved to hold his other hand, wanting to enjoy the last contact you may ever have with him. It was rough, and strong, and Bellamy.
The nerves were rattling around in your chest making you want to throw up. “Okay, um, so I’ve kind of known for a while...that...I like you. Like I love you. As more than friends.”
Bellamy’s hand stilled on your back. Questions were swimming in his eyes as he tried to connect the pieces. Your dread was growing with the silence of each passing second.
“Y/N, I-”
“It’s alright, Bell, I know you love Clarke. God, I’m such an idiot for ruining our friendship. Let’s just forget I said this.” You tugged out of his grasp and slid off the bed, the sheets tangling in your legs.
Bellamy’s hands wrapped around your waist, setting you down in his lap with your back against his chest.
“Now wait just a minute. Do I have any say in this?” His mouth was at your ear. You nodded slightly, afraid your voice would give away how badly you wanted to cry.
“Y/N, I don’t love Clarke. Well, maybe just as a friend or a teammate.” You felt a skip in your chest. “You’ve been my best friend since that first day on the ark. You followed me, like an idiot might I add, all the way to earth and trusted me to protect you. You’ve been a sister to O, even when I haven’t made the best decisions. You’re the first person I go to in the mornings and the last person I see at night. And the whole time I was trapped in that god awful mountain, you were on my mind. You. Not Clarke. I love you. Do you get that?”
Goosebumps covered your arms as he whispered those final words. You could feel his heart slamming against your back. You leaned your head back on his shoulder, tears pooling in your eyes, and you couldn’t stop them from falling.
Bellamy looked at you bewildered. “Oh my god, did I say something wrong? Shit, I should have thought this through.”
Then you started giggling. It was an uncontrollable laughter that was bubbling up inside you. You were gasping for breath.
“Is this a joke? Are you seriously joking with me...about this?” Bellamy’s face turned hard in an instant.
You twisted in his lap immediately, still cracking up. “Of course not, Bell.” You caressed his cheek, bringing his gaze to you. “I just can’t believe I’ve been so petrified to tell you. And this whole time, you’ve loved me too.”
You couldn’t let another second pass. You moved forward and skimmed your lips against his. They were chapped but felt like the most wondrous thing you’d ever felt. He tightened his hold on you, crushing you against his chest. Air hitched in your throat.
Bellamy picked you up off his lap and delicately laid you back on the pillow. His body was hovering over yours, his arms locked around your head. Then he bent down and deepened the kiss. This was a kiss of passion, of relief, of happiness.
When he pulled away, his face was filled with love.
“Is this a dream?” You asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
Bellamy gave you a tender smile with his dimples more prominent than ever. His forehead was pressed against yours. “If this a dream, I never want to wake up.”
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the sea watcher (m)
▽ Pairing: Jeongguk x Reader
▽ Genre: pirate!AU x witch!AU, smut, fluff
▽ Summary: They call the women of your kind “The Sea Watchers.” Born under the favor of the Gods, your kind was bestowed with the power to bend air and water to your will. And with that power, you are set on saving the lives of your brother and your lover, Jeon Jeongguk. Two years have passed since you last saw either of them but you kept your promise, you have waited for him to return and now, all that is left to find out is if he has waited for you too.
↳ alternatively: pirate Jeongguk with his cherry hair is a whole effing snack.
▽ Word Count: 16.812 words
▽ WARNINGS: graphic depictions of sexual intercourse, unprotected sex, oral, semi-public sex.
Rocky cliffs of black and bottle green, a stretch of seemingly infinite turquoise sea and the sound of wind delicately embracing the island with its arms, is the place you call home far more often than the four sturdy walls assigned to you and your family.
It is, easily, the place you spend most of your days in, sitting next to the ancient turret in case rain decides to fall and you need a quick repair from it.
Today is no different. You seat at your usual spot on the lemon grass, facing the grandiosity of the Vast Sea shimmering under the intense orange light of the sunset.
The cliff is silent besides the sound of little waves colliding against the rocks, transported by the gentle breeze that seemingly tugs at your loose strands of air, stretching your lips into a pleased smile.
It is the end of a quiet day like many others and, as always, it is the best part of the day not because you have to leave your spot to favor the warmness of your home but rather because it is the end of your work day as well.
There had been a time when you were a kid and you used to spend your days just like this, sitting right next to your mother, waiting. But those days were much easier than the ones ahead of you now because back then if you closed your eyes for a little bit, if you got distracted for a minute or two, nothing would have happened. Now, the weight of the safety of your fellow citizens and the Island itself weighs on your inexperienced shoulders and even blinking for a second seems like a luxury you cannot indulge in.
There were times when you couldn’t wait to take your mother’s spot and make her proud and now, now you wish you could take her back to your side and live a little more like the girls of your age. You wish you could set a foot out of the Island, even for a single day but, of course, that is bound to remain a dream.
You are the last of your kind in Northern Claw and leaving it would mean forsaking every person you ever knew, it would mean abandoning them to a cruel fate they did not deserve and, despite your desires, you are not quite as selfish as it would take for you to leave. Of course, leaving had never been an option and it had always been a teenage dream you wouldn’t have any desire to follow if your loved ones hadn’t decided to embark, leaving you behind.
Sometimes you think of all the possibilities life would have held for you if you had been born in a different family, with a different body or rather, if you had born as a simple human like many others. These thoughts are the ones that keep you awake at night, torturing your hands in anxiety and, sometimes, despair. But then, when the sun is set again, you are reminded of the fact that you’re not alone, that many of your kind are out there, guarding their islands like you are with your own.
Every island in the White Coral Archipelago has a woman like you, protecting the coasts from the dangers held within the water and, one day, you will raise a little girl, just like you, to take over your position and fulfill her destiny. They call the women of your kind “The Sea Watchers.” Born under the favor of the Gods, your kind was bestowed with the power to bend air and water to your will and it’s that power, seeping through your bones, that has made you and your kind rare and indispensable for your people.
You heave out a sigh as the sun sinks deeper into the water, barely halfway through until night falls on the land.
Your insides twitch in anguish and your heart shrinks as you mark another black line into the rock beside you, signaling another day spent without your brother and his best friend — also known as the man you fell in love with when you were still a kid — by your side.
Many ships have returned after they left. You have helped countless of people to return to their families, you have saved so many lives but that happiness you have felt in those moments has always revealed to be fleeting when those you love the most are still away.
You sadly eye the water, the hope within your heart dissipating alongside with the light for you know, no ship will arrive now or before the sun is up again. Anyone knows better than to venture the Vast Sea at night and, despite your public opinions about your brother, his captain and the rest of the crew are not dumb enough to try and cross the sea when you aren’t there to help them.
The sea likes to claim its victims on their way back home and never when they are leaving for the feelings residing in the hearts of those who leave are never as strong as of those that make their return. In the hearts of those who leave there is often dread, sometimes excitement and maybe giddiness but when returning, oh, that’s when the hearts play the song of happiness and hope, pride and relief and it’s those feelings, functioning as a beacon, that lures the creatures that leave under the sea to surface and try to claim the power of human emotions as their own.
Being a sailor or a pirate is not an easy task and it is a path that isn’t chosen by many due to the risks of exploring the Seven Seas and find death somewhere far far away from home.
It is a difficult journey but it is a well-repaid one and many that weren’t born under the favor of the starts do seek it out, choosing to sacrifice their lives in order for their families to never struggle. It is a call, much like your own, and it is one made to prevent future generations from having to make the same choice.
Of course, there are some exceptions, there are those that choose the job for the thrill, the excitement, the adrenaline given by the danger. And one of those people is your brother, Jimin.
The offsprings of those born with magic are at the high end of the hierarchy in every Island and they are as close to nobility as they could possibly get. A token, as they would say, of protecting the land at a cost of a normal life.
It is a given, then, that your brother is one of those people. One of the few with the chance to never work a day in his life and still feel secure at the end of the month.
And yet, he chose the hardest path for himself, something that could give him all the emotions he so desperately wanted to feel while also making a name for himself. One that isn’t tied directly to yours.
Of course, a part of you understands him. You can’t always live in the shadow of someone else but, now, after two long years without seeing him, the hope for his return gets thinner every day.
There is this tiny voice inside of you telling you he is gone, forever, that the ship has sunk somewhere very far from your Island and that he’s never coming back. None of them are.
You get up on your feet as you watch the last rays of the sun kiss the cliff with their warming touch, succumbing to the evidence that today is just another fruitful day.
It is with that feeling that makes your heart sink within your chest that you take a look at the sea for what you thought to be the last time for the day. And it is only then that you notice a shadow in the middle of the sea, moving as fast as the wind concedes it to go, clearly aiming for the safety of the harbor.
Your heart starts hammering inside your chest, your mouth suddenly dry because you have never done this so late in the day where the light is little and the creatures crawling under the sea hungrier than ever.
It scares the living hell out of you but you do not stop pondering the many ways this could go wrong, instead, you start running.
There is a bell inside the turret that you must ring to gather the citizens on the shores to help those that are coming back and to welcome their loved ones.
The bell rings loudly in your ears as you shake the red rope with all your strength and, confiding in the wind to carry the sound across the Island, you do not stop to make it ring longer.
Your feet barely touch the ground as you run down the cliff, aiming for the shore, hoping for the city lights to be strong enough to illuminate the sea once the sun is set, allowing you to save the ship seeking salvage.
When you finally reach the beach you are out of breath and you allow yourself only a few seconds of rest before your feet are flying above the silver sand, taking you as close to the water as you possibly can.
The ship that was once a black shadow between the hues of blue has now turned into a Frigate you can make out the details of and, as you squint your eyes to look better at it, you notice it: the black flag on the master tree. A crown of two red roses enmeshed around two white snakes framing an evil looking skull. It is a flag you would never mistake for another because you helped design it. It is your brother’s ship.
“It’s them! Oh my God, Soohyun , it’s them!”
The shaky voice of your father comes behind your back and you allow yourself to look away from the sea enough to see the tears falling from his eyes. Your body is rigid with tension and words seems to be lodged deep within your throat for you cannot speak even a single one to your father. You can’t give him comfort nor relief because right now, you’re far more scared than you’ve ever been in your entire life.
You look at the sky and shake your head no, forcing yourself to peel off of those dark thoughts and do something that could actually help your brother and the rest of the crew.
With a deep breath, you raise your hands to the sky, summoning the magic of air within you. It’s always exhilarating when the power awakens and surges through your every muscle and bone until you can feel it even on the tips of your hair.
The magic of air was bestowed upon your kind to help the ships navigate faster on the sea, allowing them to escape the clutches of those that seek their end.
The wind arises, whitening the sea around the Frigate and transporting it forward just like you order it to do. But it is not enough for you can hear the growls of the creatures sleeping in the depths of the sea as they awaken, stirring back up to life at the prospect of fresh preys to claim as their own.
You can hear the voices of those around you and you glance at the hope and fear in their faces, at the disappointment coming from those that still wait for their loved ones to return. You understand that look in their eyes because until a few moments ago, you had that same sorrow within you.
But now the wait is over, you thought to yourself, allowing yourself to indulge in the thought of embracing your brother and his captain again.
A deep roar fills the air, coming from deep within the sea and it is dread that peels you of from the nice imagery in your head for you could recognize that sound among thousands. Tonight, the creature that decided to come out and play is the Sea Wasp.
You wanted your senses to be wrong but when a flash of white emerges from the water, there is no doubt you will be facing the strongest creature in the sea tonight.
A shiver runs down your spine as you watch the soft expanse of its head coming out of the water, quickly followed by one of its sharp tentacles clearly aiming for the hull.
A single pierce at the wood base would be enough for the Frigate to embark water and slow down, stranding in the middle of the sea.
A scream erupts from the back of your throat and you push your body forward alongside with your hands. The air shifts around you, cutting through the sky to reach the creature hidden in the waves. Sharp as the strongest blades ever made, the air you summoned is designed to cut deep into the sleek skin of the enemy and see its blood tint the sea a nice shade of burgundy.
The creature growls in pain as you cut through its translucent skin but it is not enough to make it budge. The Sea Wasp emerges further from within the water, its tentacles aiming for the masts and cut down the only support the ship has from the wind you evoked.
The Frigate shakes under the force of the attack and with dread you watch the crew tumbling down and then search for purchase to not fall into the sea and die a premature death. Screams fill the bay all around you coming from both the crew and their families on land and you nervously wet your lips, trying to come out with a plan that will save them all.
Somebody screams your name behind your back, urging you to do something, anything, in order to save their loved ones and you do not blame them. If someone dies today, it will be your fault.
There are thousands of possibilities running through your mind but it is only one that will assure you the desired effect: distract the Sea Wasp long enough for the ship to reach the harbor.
You run into the water, ignoring the voices behind your back, ignoring the desperate calls of your father, and keep moving forward, disregarding your safety in order to grant it to the others.
It’s a rule everyone is taught as a kid born on the Island: you can’t set a single foot inside the water or the creatures within it will wake up and come out to eat you alive.
It was the golden rule for you not only for the role you were going to take on once you were older but also because a creature made out of magic is a far too tempting prey for any creature of the sea to stay put.
You and your magic are a bloody beacon for the Sea Wasp and any other thing living in the sea and it is what you are counting on as you keep walking inside the icy water until you are shoulder deep within it, close enough to the ship to hear what the crew is yelling to one another.
The Sea Wasp is the most ancient creature of the sea and you know it wouldn’t let the opportunity to make itself better and stronger pass. It is your whole plan, after all.
A deep growl shakes the air anew and you watch the beast retreat its tentacles, turning unmistakably towards you even though it has no eyes to look right at you.
It is then that your body starts to quiver and you’d like to believe yourself that is because the water is cold against your skin but you have to admit, despite choosing this for yourself, the fear plays a far bigger part in it.
You were raised to carry a noble heart, you were raised to care more for others than yourself and, of course, a big part of you does but as you watch the creature move towards you, you can’t stop your survival instincts to flash red alarming lights at you, urging you to fucking-run-back-to-safety.
The Sea Wasp is a colossal creature and you have known this for years despite only witnessing its presence from up the cliff or, at best, from the safety of the beach but, now that you have the “pleasure” of meeting it at such a near vicinity there is no doubt it is as gigantic as the stories told from the survived sailors depict it to be.
Your mouth opens in astonishment at its grandiosity and it’s with utter dismay that you realize one of its tentacles is as big as you are.
There are people calling your name from the shore, screaming desperately for you to go back and save yourself before it is too late but one voice seems to pierce through it all and it’s coming from the ship. It’s a voice you prayed to hear for two long years and now it’s yelling at you, asking you what-the-hell-are-you-doing and it puts a smile on your lips because you missed it as much as someone who’s suffocating misses air.
You look up to the ship’s bow and sure enough there he stands, pushing himself forward as if to try and reach for you and save you from the clutches of the monster and, despite the desperateness of your situation, it still makes your heart flutter in your chest.
You can almost make out to perfection the gentle features of his face as the Frigate pushes forward again, trying to save itself in time for you to escape as well and he looks as dashing as he ever was. The ship’s captain, your brother’s friend and your lifetime crush Jeon Jeongguk are staring at you as if you have gone crazy and maybe you have but if it means saving him and your brother then, crazy is a goddamn good thing.
You don’t know why there are suddenly tears in your eyes but maybe it’s because you’re happy to see him, to know that he is well or maybe it’s because you fear this may be a goodbye but either way you do not dare shed them because if you have to go down, you will go down fighting, and fighters do not cry until it’s over.
The Sea Wasp launches itself forward and you force yourself to stay in place and not give out how scared you are even though you know, it can sense it oozing off of you just like it can sense your power awakening further now that you’re floating inside one of your elements.
You can barely register the swift movement of one of its tentacles aiming at your neck but it is enough for you to raise up your hands and create a wall of water in front of you. It is not the sturdiest defense, granted, but it is enough to make it budge against the surface and retreat ever so slightly.
The creature roars in frustration and moves quickly forward until a mere few inches stand between you and its gigantic body. There is no way in hell you’ll be able to stop all its appendices from hitting you or, worse, envelop one of your limbs and simply drag you down within the water until you give up to your survival instincts and open your mouth to breathe. You can almost imagine it, the feeling of water filling your lungs, suffocating you from within. It would be a painful and slow death, one that would give you enough time to know that you are dying and all that panic and fear would only feed the monster further.
There is an explosion in front of you and you realize it’s the aftermath of a cannon bomb, aimed at the beast in the vain hope to split its body open.
The creature rotates on itself and behind it you can make out the outline of the Frigate, the name Spitfire graven in the wood in shining gold.
You expect to see Jeongguk where you left him but it quickly appears obvious to you that he is the one behind the cannon for, in his place right on the bow and staring at you with panic in his eyes stands your brother, Jimin.
“Get away, now!” He roars at you, his features twisted in concern and knuckles white in the effort to keep himself anchored on the ship’s bow.
“I’m not leaving you,” you scream back at the top of your lungs just as another bomb hits the water, making the creature hiss at the burning sensation.
The sea seems to get bigger as bombs keep falling inside of it, exploding all around you and before you can even register the sudden switch, a wave passes above your head, forcefully pushing you down.
You struggle to keep yourself afloat and away from the monster and when you finally emerge you find your brother yelling your name at the top of his lungs, face as pale as a paper.
The creature is fighting against the ship anew, quick to figure out that if it takes down who is helping you then you won’t stand a single chance. Quite the rich spoils of a battle all of you would make.
Your eyes narrow on the tentacle aiming at the master tree and you gather air between your fingers anew: with this proximity, there is absolutely no room for error and with all the strength you can muster, you thrust your power forward.
The creature growls in pain as another one of its tentacles is severed from its body and you watch the blood flood the waters and splash above the ship.
You can tell the Sea Wasp is angered and you watch with horror as several of his appendices come out of the water, seizing the ship completely and twisting it sideways so that the crew has to grasp what they can to keep themselves on board and not fall into the trap that is the sea.
“Let them fucking go!”
The panic that has seized you renders your mind blank and tarnishes all rational thoughts until the only thing that remains is the urge to kill the bloody beast before it’s too late.
Your eyes turn to slits as you evoke all the power you were bestowed with aiming it at the core of the beast: its head.
You can feel your magic filling you up to the brim and to the point you think you may explode if you do not let go of it and it is only when you feel like you may actually combust that you push it all out.
The air produces a snapping sound all around you and it’s almost like you can see it propelling forward to meet the sleek skin of the creature in a transparent wave that doesn’t care if to hit the target it will have to wreck the ship as well.
The sound of skin being cut fills the bay along with the agonizing scream of a terribly wounded monster.
The sea is no longer a beautiful shade of blue but it has turned completely red and you can almost taste copper in your mouth as splashes of water move past your shoulders.
You watch the creature shrink on itself in pain and it’s with a dark satisfaction that you stare at it as it retreats from the ship, trying to salvage as much of its body as it possibly can.
“For the love of God, Soohyun, get on this fucking ship!”
It’s the voice of your brother that peels you off from the sight of the Sea Wasp retreating to its dudgeon beneath the water to mend its wounds and you look up to find Spitfire anchored right in front of you.
The crew is cheering for you and those sounds warm up your heart but the joy is quick to dissipate as you take a good look at the state of the ship. Spitfire is barely staying afloat and it looks beyond salvage and you don’t know why the thought makes you so sad when at least you saved all the crew members but maybe it’s because it was Jeongguk’s father’s ship and it’s the only thing he has to remember his father by, or maybe it’s because you used to spend a lot of time on it when it was still in the harbor, waiting to depart again, when the three of you were still silly kids with not a single problem in their lives.
Your brother is leaning towards you, a hand firmly grasping a rope to not fall into the water and you take his hand into your own, allowing him to pick you up and engulf you into his arms the moment after.
“What were you thinking, you bloody idiot?”
“You’re welcome and oh, yes, nice to see you again, too” you reply, pushing on his chest to take a look at his face. Oh, how you have missed those sweet eyes and the plump curve of those lips usually stretched into a tender smile.
“Don’t you even dare, we are going to have a long talk once we’re home. You almost died, you understand that?” He looks at you with a mixture of anger, relief, love and many other things you can’t pinpoint exactly but it doesn’t matter. He is back, he is alive and everything is going to be fine again.
“You almost died too,” you reply, voice barely above a whisper and he shakes his head, embracing you tightly as the Spitfire resumes its navigation.
The sun has completely set while you were fighting the sea monster and you are made aware of its absence by the frigid air brushing on your wet clothes and skin.
“You must be freezing,” Jimin says, noticing the way you quiver between his arms, “You idiot,” he mutters to himself as he brings you under cover where the ambient is definitely warmer.
A blanket materializes around your shoulders the next second as you sit down on a bed, sighing with contentment as circulation starts flowing back up inside your body.
You are sitting in silence, staring at your brother, when the door is thrown open and Jeongguk appears on the threshold, a troubled look on his too-pale face.
“J-Jeongguk!” You feel blood rush immediately to your cheeks at the sight of him, finally standing in front of you.
His hair is the color of ripe cherries under the sunlight, so much different from the raven black you were used to, and his body seems to be bigger than you remember it to be. Stronger.
All those considerations are set aside, though, as he rushes inside the cabin and takes you into his arms, hugging you close to his chest.
“How could you do such a reckless thing?” He asks, voice shaking with the shock it must have given him seeing you inside the water, a few inches away from being dead.
“I wanted to save you, all of you.” You whisper, hugging him back as you have imagined doing a million times in those nights spent alone, worrying for them.
“Don’t be this stupid ever again,” he lets go as those words leave his mouth, but he keeps his strong hands around your shoulders, looking inside your eyes with the severity you would expect from your father, not your friend.
“Stop scolding me, both of you!” You retort in indignation at their behavior. Of course, you understand the concern and you also know it wasn’t the smartest plan ever but it did get the job done and you are now all safe and sound and that is what truly matters.
“Don’t give me hell because I made a quick call and you had to worry about me one single time!” You jump on your feet, brushing off Jeongguk’s hands from your shoulders, “I have worried for your lives for the past two years and you have no idea how terrible that feels!”
Tears gather in your eyes as you recall all the dark thoughts, all the terrible nights and days, but you blink them away, focusing your gaze on the floor under your feet.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to yell at you, I’m just...” you trail off, your mouth into a pout as you tentatively look up to your brother.
“I’m sorry, Soohyun, I know it must have been hard... I missed you, too. Like crazy.” He says, standing up to place a hand atop your head, “There wasn’t a single day I didn’t think about you or dad.”
You take a glance at Jeongguk and he nods his head, giving you a sheepish smile in return.
“Then what took you so long?” You ask, your voice small and you do realize you are acting like a child but it is a breeze of fresh air knowing that you don’t have to be the adult now, carrying all the responsibility of an entire Island on your shoulders.
Jeongguk and your brother smirk at your question, glancing at each other before chuckling.
“Oh, Soohyun, we will tell you all about our adventures through the Seven Seas.” Jimin caresses your cheek with a glint of mirth into his eyes and you mirror his smile, relieved to finally see him go back to being the brother you remembered him to be.
“Everything? You promise?” You ask, hope laced between your words for there is nothing more you’d like than to hear the travelers talk about the wondrous worlds beyond the Vast Sea. It is, after all, the only way you have to see these places and even if it’s only by the vivid imagination of your mind, it is still better than nothing at all.
“I promise.”
The tavern is filled with mirth and booming laughter; hours have passed since the rescue of the Spitfire crew and the whole town seems to have gathered at Yuqi’s Inn to celebrate the safe return of the fourteen boys.
It is a tradition of Northern Claw to have a homecoming party every time someone sets foot on the land again but it usually isn’t something you partake in for more than a couple hours or at least not ever since you have taken up your role as the Sea Watcher.
Tonight, of course, it is an exception. You have seen your brother and the rest of the crew depart before, you have welcomed them back before but it all feels different after two long years.
It is the longest journey they ever had and there is this tiny part of you that still struggles to believe they are actually back, well and mostly unharmed. There is this voice in your mind warning you, telling you that it is all just a dream and when you’ll open your eyes again they will be gone, as quickly as they appeared.
Your father sits next to you, a glass of beer in his hand and you smile at the light that fills his eyes. It is the first time in those long years you have seen him smile again and that is a sight that warms your heart and fills it with joy.
You can’t take your eyes off of him because you want to remember him like this once your brother departs again, leaving the both of you to wait for him with worry clutching your poor hearts.
“It’s nice having him back, isn’t it?” You ask, nudging his shoulder and he looks down on you, teeth in full display as he nods his head.
Only a few hours ago he had been incredibly mad at you. You had been scolded, yelled at and even threatened to be in detention for the rest of your days on Earth but then, once the shock started wearing off and your brother presence had sunk in, everything turned back to normal.
“The two loves of my life under the same roof? It’s bloody heaven!”
Your father laughs before embracing you with his free arm and then planting a kiss atop your head. You can’t blame him: you have been worried out of your wits but it must have been hell for your father to handle.
Jimin looks at you from the middle of the Inn, a deep smile stretched on his lips and he decides to leave the reins of the conversation to his fellow crew members in favor of your company.
“Hey, I’m the prodigal son, why is she getting all the affection?”
There is no maliciousness in his words but you still return his question with an ice glare that makes him chuckle and shake his head.
“Come here, then, I have a nice set of arms, you rascal!”
Your father lounges forward to grasp Jimin’s arm and force him to sit next to him so he can hug him closer just like he did with you and, despite his protests, you know it’s exactly what Jimin wanted.
“Oh, come on, old man, I have a reputation to maintain!”
“Pfft, as if. Everyone on board knows you’re a softie, Jimin,” the low timbre of Jeongguk’s voice interrupts your family moment and you turn your head around, surprised to find him so close to the three of you. You wondered how long he had been standing there, waiting for you to notice him.
“I’m not, you ungrateful son of a bitch.” Jimin raises from his seat, assuming his most menacing look which, to be frank, is quite adorable and Jeongguk shakes his head, laughing at his antics.
It’s surprising how in the span of two years your feelings for him haven’t changed a bit or, if possible, you find them to be stronger now that he’s really in front of you.
There is this need within you to touch him, be close to him, breathe the same air as he does and it scares the living daylights out of you because you know you would do anything for this boy.
“You both haven’t grown a bit since you left,” your father shakes his head before gulping down the rest of his drink, “Two grown-ass-babies.” He rolls his eyes to the ceiling before winking at you, standing up to join another group of people at the end of the room.
“I’m leaving you youngsters alone so, Soohyun, keep an eye on those two, will you?”
You chuckle and nod your head yes, feigning superiority as you look at your brother and his best friend.
“Hey, she’s younger than the both of us!”
“Not mentally, she’s not.”
Your father leaves with that statement and you click your tongue in your mouth, glancing at your fuming brother.
Jeongguk sits next to you, his shoulder brushing against your own as he gulps down his drink and you look up at him, blood rushing through your cheeks at the sudden proximity of his warm body.
With a ‘tsk’ Jimin unceremoniously sits down in the free spot next to you, successfully squeezing you between him and his best friend.
You clear your throat, trying to dissipate the feeling of being trapped so close to your lifetime crush and focus your attention on your brother.
“So, what about your promise?” You ask, one of your eyebrows arching upwards as you tilt your head to the side.
“What promise?”
“The one you made on the boat,” you furrow your brows, eyes reducing to slits to send him the most threatening glare you can muster.
“You want me to tell you all about our adventures right now?!” His eyes are as big as saucers as he stares down at you, mouth agape with an exaggerated depiction of a shocked expression but you slowly nod your head, not falling for his antics.
“Maybe not all, but at least something,” you shrug your shoulders and he shakes his head, bewildered, “I think I’ve earned it, don’t you?”
Jeongguk laughs at your side, turning his body towards you so he can face your brother as well. His left arm is resting on the table right behind your back and you can feel the warmness radiating from it on your skin. In a twisted and delusional way, it almost feels like being held by him.
“Don’t laugh, that applies to you too,” you say, hiding your feelings at the best of your abilities.
“What? Why? I never promised you that!” He cocks his left eyebrow upwards, a daring look on his features.
“I still saved your life, mister! You should grant me at least one wish.”
You cross your arms on your chest, slightly pouting towards him because it is a fact that Jeongguk may be able to resist your words but never your cuteness.
He diverts his gaze from you, audibly gulping down before chuckling to himself and it’s that sound that lets you know you just won the lottery.
Your bravery in the water earlier that night has granted you the power of having both boys in the palm of your hands.
“Ok, fine, what do you want to know?” It is your brother that caves in first and you turn towards him with a triumphant smile on your lips.
“How about the furthest place you have been?”
When you were a kid you used to sit on the grass next to your mom as she watched the sea and you’d often wonder what the world was hiding behind its infinite looking surface.
With your brother, you used to dream to cross the world and see all it had to offer and make memories together. That was supposed to happen before your mother died but life got in the way and now, years after, you still wonder what you’re missing out and how far the world stretches on itself.
“We went to Blackfort!” Your brother turns completely towards you, excitement clear in his demeanor as he struggles to keep sitting still while he recalls the moments he spent at the literal other end of the world.
Blackfort is a famous city with high cliffs much like the ones of your own island but made out of pure onyx instead of simple rocks. It is rumored to be impregnable and the most beautiful city ever known to mankind.
“Is it as beautiful as the stories say?”
“Oh no, Soohyun, it’s even better! There are houses as tall as the turret we have up on the cliff, and there is a palace so big you can actually see it from the sea and it shines like silver under the moonlight,” your brother talks fast and bites down his words and you find it endearing because he retained this habit he had as a kid even in adulthood.
“And the people there, oh! You would totally love it: they are so welcoming and kind and their skin seems to glow in the sunlight and do you know how we used to joke about ever seeing a mermaid?! I did!”
Your brother word-vomits all he discovered in the beautiful Blackfort and the more he talks the more your heart squeezes in your chest, getting smaller and smaller.
There is happiness within it for all the things he has seen but there is that tiny part of you that envies him to no end. And despite the fact that it was you that asked for the details of his trip, the more he shares the more you feel like you want his tale to end.
“It sounds wonderful,” you reply, voice as small as you feel in the same old clothes, sitting in the same old spot, doing the same old things which is going to be your destiny forever. It is not like you hate it, you feel blessed for the life you got but, as they say, the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence.
“You don’t sound as excited as I thought you’d be,” he notices, brows furrowing in confusion and you force yourself to smile for him.
“I think the fatigue of the day is finally getting to me,” you explain and it is only half a lie since you do feel like you could go to sleep and wake up in a week time.
“You should probably go to sleep, you must be exhausted,” Jeongguk suddenly says, the hand that was behind your back slightly brushing your skin, successfully awakening the sparks within your stomach.
“No, it’s ok, I don’t want to.”
“Soohyun, Jeongguk is right, you must be spent and it’s not like you can sleep in tomorrow morning. I’ll take you home.”
“I said no, and you can’t make me if I don’t want to.”
“Why are you acting like such a baby?” Your brother scoffs, standing up to place his hands on his hips, ready to fight you on your decision.
“I’m not acting like a baby, you are treating me like one! I’m an adult, I can make my own decisions.”
You stand up as well, mimicking his pose to get a point across. You don’t really understand why you are suddenly compelled to pick up a fight with him and a part of you fears it is due to those dark and terrible feelings you have been experiencing all night.
“I’m just trying to take care of you,” he says, defeated as he looks at you with a confused look so deep it makes you laugh a bitter laugh.
“If you wanted to do that you should have returned sooner.”
Your words cut through the air just like your magic cut through the Sea Wasp’s skin and you move past your brother, unable to hold his gaze now that you have hurt his feelings.
But, of course, your brother has always been quite the stubborn one and, as you turn your back on him, he’s quick to grasp your wrist and turn you around.
“I know you’ve been worried and hurt but do I really deserve to be treated like this?”
“No, of course not,” your voice trembles and before you can stop yourself there are tears striking your cheeks and it is the most humiliating thing you have ever done in front of so many people and it makes you wish you could turn magically invisible.
“I’m sorry I don’t even know why I’m so mad at you...” you confess, shaking your head as you look up to the ceiling, trying to stop the flow of tears.
“It’s just that you have done so many things without me and... what have I done, really? You saw all these places we wanted to see together and I know I’ll never get the chance and I know it’s childish of me but...” you trail off, loudly breathing in to calm down the rampant beating of your heart, “It feels like you’re moving on without me... no, it’s not that. It’s like everyone is moving on with their lives and I’m still here, waiting for all of you, stuck.”
Your brother’s arms are warm around your body and your muscles relax in the embrace you hadn’t realized you so desperately needed.
“I know, little bug, but you are wrong. Yes, I travel the world but you save people’s lives! So many of the people inside this room are here because of you.”
Jimin smiles one of his warm smiles and he takes your face in his hands, gathering your hot tears with his thumbs whilst stroking your cheeks in the process.
“I didn’t forget our plans to travel the world together and I swear to God I will let you see all of it, even if that can happen only once we’re old and wrinkly, I’ll do it.”
The thought makes you chuckle because you have never seen an old pirate embarking to see the world but it is a thought that warms your heart and brings back some hope for the future, no matter how far it may be.
“Is it a promise?” You ask, voice small and hoarse and he jokingly scoffs at you.
“Have I ever broken a promise?”
“No, you didn’t.” You concede, smiling brightly at him.
“Ok, so now you will let me be the big brother and take care of you,” he says, placing a hand above your head to brush the hair away from your face, “And you will be a good girl and go to sleep so you can be well rested tomorrow and protect our lovely Island.”
“Jimin, I already told you I’m not a little kid anymore!”
“You will always be a kid to me, little bug, you’re my baby sister.” He places a soft kiss on your forehead and you can’t find it in yourself to fight him on it. It is, after all, quite endearing to see him act like this, like the brother he was before he decided to be a pirate and join Jeongguk’s crew.
“I can walk her home,” as if on cue, Jeongguk suddenly speaks and you realize only then that he must have seen and heard everything, being there the entire time.
“You should stay, your father seems a bit drunk.” Jeongguk motions his head to the side and you follow his movement to find your dad laughing at a table, as red as a tomato from all the beer he has gulped down all night.
“Ugh, yes, ok, I should go and take care of that.”
You chuckle as your brother quickly walks to your father and take a glance at Jeongguk only to find his gaze fixed on you. There is this light of endearment in his eyes that makes your heart leap in your chest and hope blossom like flowers between your ribs.
The air is brisk outside the crowded Inn and you shiver as soon as it hits your skin and still-mildly wet clothes. It’s something that Jeongguk seems quit to catch on for, a mere few seconds after you’re both walking on the street, his jacket sits atop your shoulders, warming up your cold body.
You look up at him, a small smile on your lips and he diverts his gaze, scratching the back of his head as he always does when he’s shy about something. How cute, you think and your smile spreads wider.
The rest of the walk up to your house is pretty quiet but the silence is not heavy between you, in fact, it’s almost pleasant. His sole proximity to your own body makes you feel happy and secure and this feeling of being protected just by being right next to the person you love is something you have been akin to feel again for a very long time.
You almost wish you had the power to stop time or at least stretch it at your will for the walk to your street seems to be far too quick and you seriously don’t want to already depart from him. Not when you’re finally alone with him.
Mirroring your thoughts, Jeongguk stops a few steps away from your door and turns toward you with a look on his face you find yourself unable decipher.
He’s troubling his bottom lip with his teeth and nervousness sparks up within your stomach at the sight.
“I want to thank you again, for today,” he says, his voice a bit unsure because he is a terrible liar, he has ever been, and you instantly know it is not what he actually wants to say but you feign ignorance, deciding to allow him to take his time to come out of his shell. Jeongguk has always been a nice kid, very friendly on the out front but deep down, he has always been a guarded person, someone that has a hard time letting other people in and see what truly lies inside.
“It’s my duty,” you say with a little laugh, trying to lighten up the mood but he shakes his head slightly, his gaze fixing on the night sky as he searches for his next words.
“You went beyond your duty and we both know it.”
“Maybe... but I like to think you would have done the same for me.”
Your reply makes his eyes travel back to you and breath gets stuck within your lungs as you notice for the first time how astonishingly beautiful they look when the moonlight is reflected in them.
“Of course I would have,” he admits, trapping his bottom lip under his teeth again.
“And I guess this is the right time to say that I’m sorry about Spitfire,” you add, your neck sinking into your shoulders in shame. In the attempt to save their lives you have destroyed the only thing Jeongguk held dear to his heart.
“You don’t have to apologize, it’s just a ship.”
“We both know that is not true. I know how much you cared about it, I know it was your father’s legacy.”
You know he is trying to be nice but you understand how it must feel for him and you do deserve to feel the pang of guilt when you think about it. If someone were to destroy something that your mother has left to you, you would be heartbroken and you know that is what Jeongguk must be feeling right now, amongst many other things.
“Yes, but a ship can be repaired or, at worst, be remade. Humans lives cannot.”
His warm hands are firm around your shoulders as he says those words but all you seem to be able to focus on is how close his lips are to your own and how desperately you want to kiss them. Which makes you wonder, is Jeongguk a secret sorcerer that has put a spell on you? For you swear to the heavens you have never been this vulnerable and affected by someone in your entire life.
“Ok,” you reply, voice small because even if you do understand his point, you can’t immediately cancel the guilt lodged within your heart. Sadly, it doesn’t work like that.
“I have a favor to ask,” he blurts out and his cheeks turn the color of ripe strawberries once he realizes he has now trapped himself in a situation where he has to put his heart on the line.
“Of course, anything.”
“I don’t want to keep you awake any longer, you need rest and it’s not like you can ditch work tomorrow but I really think we should talk and...” He trails off, brows furrowing a little bit as he tilts his head to the side in his I’m-not-so-sure-about-this way, “Can you meet me before sun rises at our place?”
He blurts the words out and releases his grip around your shoulders in the meantime.
There is a thunderstorm of emotions flooding within you: there is the giddiness of him calling it “our place” and there is the fear for what he may say once you meet him there, there is also the hope it may be something good and you have no idea how to cope with all of them at once. So what you do is simply nod your head and smile.
“I’ll be there.”
The path that leads you to your appointment is a rather familiar one for you have walked on it what it feels like a million times. Your steps are silent as much as the city is at this unholy hour but you do not mind it: you like the peace and the quiet, the sense of time being absolutely still whilst everyone rests.
The air is cold and it prickles your skin much like when Jeongguk walked you home but, this time, there is warmness spreading within your heart in anticipation and you barely notice how it stings against the naked skin of your hands.
Even the tiredness seems to have dissipated despite the very few hours you have been able to sleep and all due to the prospect of meeting him.
When you arrive in the little expanse of green grass the spot is empty as you are used to seeing it but, this time, it all feels different.
As you look around the little garden at the verge of the woods, you see details you have never seen before. The moonlight tints everything silver and it almost feels like the grass, the trees, and even the stones radiate magic, turning everything into an ideal picture out of a storybook.
You notice for the first time how the lilies shimmer in the night time, looking like little beacons for who ventures the woods beyond the bushes.
You have been here many times in very different hours of the days but you usually see this place when the sun has just disappeared over the horizon and your work day is done.
But is not only the light making everything look completely different but also the promise that this time, as you pray for him to return, he will actually appear in his flesh and bones and not just like a fragment of your imagination.
You sit on a rock in the middle of the garden and look up to the sky to watch the stars, still partially visible as the night closes to its end.
You have shared so many memories with Jeongguk within this garden, the first of which you will never forget. You had always known he had a place where he went by himself when he needed some peace and quiet when all he wanted was to be away from the world and, honestly, a couple of times you had tried to follow him but ended up giving up every single time. Somehow, it didn’t feel right even when you were a kid to violate his personal space to such an extent.
The first time he let you in to his private place and deepest secret it was the day your mother died. You were wrecked, a sobbing mess, and you were fed up with people and their empty words so that day, Jeongguk had entered your room and without saying a single word he had took your hand and guided you to his secret garden.
“You can come here whenever you need to be alone, but don’t tell anyone.” He had said with the flattest voice he could muster and you had been grateful then as much as you feel right now. It was one of the rare occasions in which Jeongguk had let his guard down, allowing you to peek through the cracks of his mask.
The other memory you will never forget is the last one you shared with him here.
It was the night before his long departure and something inside of you told you he was going to be there and, not very surprisingly, he was standing right there, looking as beautiful as ever.
There was silence for the longest of times, both of you unable to say something that would matter just in case he didn’t make it back and in that quietness, it was very hard for you to hide the little sobs that escaped your lips.
You didn’t want to say goodbye, not to him, not to your brother and they both knew it and that was why you weren’t going to say those words. They had a finality ring to it and you wanted to believe they’d come back to you, as healthy as ever.
At that time, he had been the one breaking the silence first.
“It’s going to be ok, just try not to worry too much.”
His words had made you crumble and in a matter of seconds, you were tightly secured within his embrace, sobbing on his shirt. He held you there until your tears ran dry and he held you for a little longer, caressing your head to soothe the ache within your heart.
“I think this is my best chance to say these words so hear me out, ok?”
His whisper hit your head and you nodded, moving inside his arms to look into his eyes.
“I have loved you for a very long time, Soohyun, and I promise I will come back to you, so wait for me, ok?”
Those words you had dreamed of many many times you had never expected to actually hear and yet, there you were, heart beating triumphantly in your chest and astonishment spreading through your body like a cascade into a river.
“Say something, please?” His voice was small as he spoke his next words and you realized only then that you had been silent all along, too focused on the violent burst of your emotions to utter a single word.
“I didn’t know you... I would have... Why are you telling me now before your departure? Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“Why? Would something be different now?”
“Of course it would!” You looked at him, astonished. Was he really that oblivious to your feelings? You thought he had known all along and that his silence was a sign of them not being reciprocated.
“I didn’t... I didn’t realize you were...” his words trailed off and you shook your head, too bewildered to say more.
“Fuck it, there is no point in holding back, then.”
He muttered these words more to himself than to you and the next second his lips were sealed on top of yours.
His mouth was as soft as you always imagined it to be and it was warm against yours, gentle but passionate and you let go of all your inhibitions as he kissed you deeper, just like he desperately wanted to do a gazillion times.
You parted your lips for him and his tongue touched your own, eliciting a sigh from you that seemed to only add wood to the already raging fire.
You kissed and kissed for long minutes until your breath was ragged and your lips were swollen and yet, you wanted more. So much more.
“Is that a yes, then? You will wait for me?”
“Of course I will, Jeongguk, I’ve been waiting for you for so many years.”
Your memories are cut off by the sound of steps approaching and you jump on your feet, excitedly looking forward to watch him arrive.
Drenched in moonlight he is like a vision or an angel fallen to Earth and you find it impossible to look away from him. His cherry hair shine like the most delicious fruit they remind you of, his eyes glint with the silver light of the night and his beautiful rosy lips are stretched into one of his dazzling smiles.
He stops on his tracks to look at you and you feel your face turning considerably hotter under his scrutiny but his smile seems to stretch even further and so do your lips, mimicking his own.
“There you are,” he says, slowly approaching you and you nervously tug some hair strands between your ears, looking as bashful as you ever did in front of him.
“I’m sorry for keeping you waiting,” he says, stopping right in front of you, so close you can almost feel the warmness his body radiates.
“You didn’t, I just arrived, too.”
He tilted his head to the side and chuckled.
“That’s not true, I saw you sitting on that rock. You looked deep in thought.”
You divert your gaze at his words, feeling your insides twitch painfully at the idea of him watching you while you definitely sported the stupidest grin ever on your face.
“I was just remembering something,” you whisper trying to act nonchalantly and hide the fact that you are deeply embarrassed.
“It must have been a nice memory, considering your smile.”
You look up at him, gulping down heavily as you muster the courage to speak your next words.
“It was. I was thinking about our last time here together.”
“So you remember that night.”
“Of course I do... Did you think I wouldn’t?” Dread is quick to infiltrate your heart at the prospect that maybe he was hoping you wouldn’t, that he wouldn’t have to explain to you that his feelings haven’t come back with him on the Island.
“I wasn’t sure you would... Two years is a long time and I didn’t know if your feelings were still the same as back then.”
“Well, mine are. I kept my promise... did you?” Your voice turns into a small whisper as you dare to ask that question and his features morph into an expression of astonishment for it probably never occurred to him that you could misunderstand the nature of his inquiry.
“We wouldn’t be having this conversation if I didn’t,” he confesses, suddenly cupping your cheek with his warm hand with a look so full of affection you almost feel like you’re going to melt under his gaze.
“I wanted to meet you tonight to know if... if you wanted to be, you know, official or something.”
“You’re asking me to be your girlfriend, Jeongguk?”
“I guess I am,” he chuckles, his eyes betraying his nervousness as he speaks those words and you smile back to him, feeling as radiant as the sun itself.
“Then I guess the answer would be yes.”
The moment the words leave your mouth his lips are atop your own to claim them, just like he did two years prior to this very moment.
The contact of his lips against yours feels like an explosion of fireworks within your chest and it is utterly addicting.
Your fingers trace the warm skin of his neck and move up to lose themselves in the tangles of his hair.
You part your lips and sneak your tongue out to taste his mouth further, deeper. He grunts within your kiss and you lap at his tongue, playing with its rough surface until he is moaning between your lips.
The sound awakens desire within your stomach and far more south then you care to admit but he must be quick to notice for his hands move to cup your bottom cheeks, pushing you flat against his hips.
“I’ve dreamed of kissing you every single night on that goddamn ship,” he says, voice hoarse with evident arousal.
“Me too,” your lips stretch into a smile as you brush your nose against his, teasing him until he fiercely kisses your lips anew.
Kissing Jeongguk feels like a hot summer day and a nice refreshing drink on the shore; it feels like a hot bath during the coldest winter days; it feels like the exhilaration that comes with the cold rain falling on your warm skin.
His lips leave your own to latch onto the tender skin around your jawline and further south onto your neck, eliciting soft gasps and sighs out of you.
“There is something I bought for you when we were away,” he says, still pecking your skin as you tilt your head to the side in undeniable pleasure.
He brushes his teeth against your chin, jokingly biting the supple flesh until you are laughing, fighting to push him away with your hands flat against his chest.
He lets go of you with a soft chuckle and focuses his attention on one of his pockets, concealing the present he has brought back for you.
The package feels soft against your hands as he gives it to you, his bottom lip trapped under his teeth in nervousness, and you carefully pry it open.
The necklace nicely settled inside the box is absolutely stunning and you stare at it, mouth agape, for it is the most beautiful thing you have ever seen and owned, for that matter.
Leaves of shiny silver encircle a core of iridescent nacre and you brush your fingers against the fine materials, unable to tear your gaze away from it.
“Do you like it?”
His voice is soft against your ear and it is only then that you realize he has moved behind your back, his hands slightly brushing against your hips.
“J-Jeongguk...” You gulp down heavily and force yourself to look away from your present and up to his face, “It’s so beautiful, I don’t even think I deserve something like this.”
“I wish you could see yourself through my eyes, even for just one day,” he whispers, shaking his head as he takes the necklace from your hands to tie it around your neck.
You turn around to face him, a sheepish smile on your lips as you brush your fingers against the necklace now hanging from your neck, shining in the night light.
“How does it look?”
“Absolutely perfect.”
His words are followed by a searing kiss that steals your breath away and makes your knees buckle, all tongue and teeth and the lewd sounds it produces in the silence of the night.
“I need you to tell me something, but you have to be completely honest,” he says once your lips part, his heavy breath mingling with your own.
“I will.”
“I’ll probably leave soon again,” he licks his lips as he says those words, looking away from your face for a brief moment and you gulp down, slightly nodding your head while trying to ignore the sting his words produced, “Will you still wait for me if I do?”
You tilt your head upwards, brushing his nose with yours in the process.
“I’d wait all eternity for you, Jeon Jeongguk.”
Your words seem to spark a fire within him for the next moment you are flushed against a tree, trapped between the rough cortex and his much softer and warm body.
His fingers cup your cheeks and guide your face forward until you can meet his mouth and kiss him with a passion equal to his own.
The minutes stretch into nothingness until all you are aware of his you and him, finally together like you wanted to be for so many sleepless nights.
Your fingers are fast to find the buttons of his shirt even if your lids are tightly closed and not even the quivering of your hands can stop you from unbuttoning every single one of them.
Truthfully, bold is not something you have ever been but after so many years of frustrated needs and yearning for a boy you thought you’d never have, there is no more place for bashfulness. Everything, even rationality, is subdued by the overwhelming need to feel him pressed flushed against your skin and even further, sheathed inside of you.
The buttons of his shirt come undone easily under your fingers and you open your eyes to marvel at the sculpted muscles of his torso.
Your lips latch onto the tender skin, kissing and biting and then licking the pain away until he his covered in love bites and trails of your saliva.
You follow the outline of his ribs to torment the tender skin of his abdomen, sculpted like a Greek statue and furthermore down, where the little hair on his flat stomach meet the hem of his leather pants.
Jeongguk sighs and gasps under your touch and it is music to your ears, pushing you to move forward until he is crumbling down and screaming out your name for everyone to hear.
His pants fall down to his feet on their own accord as soon as you unzip them and you stare at his sex, barely covered by his underwear.
There is no room to conceal the little twitch of his cock as you blow hot air a few inches from his underwear and the little reaction makes a smile spread on your lips.
Your mouth opens as you look up at him, shaped in a perfect “O” that you quickly press against his clothed sex, relishing in the way he grunts at the sensation of your tongue, firmly pressed against his erection.
Your fingers cup his bottom cheeks, your nails digging into the flash as you push his underwear down, your eyes trailed on the way his cock bounces back on his abdomen, fully erected and ready for you.
Your hands must be pretty cold on his hot skin and he shivers at your touch, goosebumps forming on his skin as you encompass his length with your fingers.
Your mouth kisses the soft skin of his sex, inch after long inch, and he whimpers at the pleasurable sensation it sparks within him, despite it not being quite the touch he so desperately desires.
“Have you ever thought of my mouth around your cock?” You ask, eyes locked on his face to notice every single twitch of his features.
“Ugh, yes.”
“Have you ever touched yourself thinking about me, like this?”
He whimpers as your tongue trails along the expanse of his shaft and you smirk, your free hand reaching his balls to slightly squeeze them.
He hisses at the sudden contact, head falling forward as his mouth opens into a silent moan.
“S-so many times,” he admits, his eyes fixed on you as you open your mouth again but, this time, it is not to pose a question but rather to answer a silent one.
His cock twitches on your tongue as you slowly drag your face forward, welcoming his length within your mouth inch after inch, fighting against your gag reflex as his head hits the back of your throat.
Your eyes lock on his gaze transfixed on the sight of you on your knees, with his member on your mouth and feeling as real as he always dreamed it to be.
Batting your lashes to feign innocence you move your head backward while keeping your tongue completely flat and pressed against the vein on the underside of his shaft. He shivers at the movement and you bob your head forward, picking up a slow pace that has him whimpering in the span of a few minutes.
Your teeth slightly graze around the tender skin as your lips squeeze around him, allowing you to suck his length hard.
“Oh, shit,” he mutters under his breath, his abdomen contracting as he struggles to keep himself silent.
Your free hand cups his balls anew and you start bobbing your head at a quite faster pace, turning him into a whimpering and panting mess until you fear he may come soon inside your mouth if you keep going further and a part of you would relish in it but, the other part of you wants to drag this moment however possible, stretch it to the point you are both too lost in the desperate need for release to keep going any longer.
Your lips close around his angry-red head, sleek with a mixture of your saliva and his pre-cum and your insides pleasantly twitch at the sound of his needy whine and the way his cock twitches with the sudden loss of your mouth around it.
“You’re not allowed to come just yet, baby,” you whisper atop his wet member, purposefully blowing hot air on his skin, making him shudder at the sensation.
“We waited two long years for this, we can wait a little longer, don’t you think?” Your voice sounds innocent to your ears but the twisted smirk atop your lips suggests fairly otherwise and he groans at the sight of you, lips swollen and covered in spit, saliva trailing down your chin.
He emits a guttural sound and before you know it you are standing on your own two feet again, trapped against the same rough tree with his mouth stealing your breath away.
His erection is trapped between your bodies and you can feel its heat on your stomach, awakening a similar one between your legs and it’s that thought that makes your mouth open, allowing a sigh to escape your parted lips.
His mouth has turned ravenous, seeking your own with a desperate need that mirrors the ache between his wonderfully toned hips and when his teeth attack your bottom lip, biting the skin until it’s almost painful, you whimper out his name and roll your hips atop his own, rewarding him with the friction he so desperately seeks.
“Ugh, you’re driving me insane, Soohyun,” he whispers, his breath hot against your neck as he moves onto the next target to leave unequivocal marks there for everyone to see.
His hands brush against your hips and move further south until they meet the supple curves of your bottom cheeks, cupping them to elicit a whimper out of your parted mouth.
His fingers trail up to seek the zip of your dress and you arch your back under his touch, granting him an easier access to your back and, therefore, pending nudity.
His fingers are delicate as they brush against your feverish skin and a shudder travels through your body like a jolt of electricity as he drags the fabric of your dress downward, stripping you naked inch after inch.
His eyes seem to burn like liquid acid and you feel the blood rush all to your face under his intense gaze, fixed on every ridge and curve of your body.
As the fabric moves past your breasts he loudly inhales air, his fingers discarding the hem of your dress to favor the feeling of your naked skin against the palm of his hands.
His mouth comes next, lapping the tender flesh where his fingers cannot reach and fire erupts within your body, setting every atom you are made of aflame.
His kisses are far slower and delicate on your chest and around your hardening nipples but far more passionate and definitely far more intimate.
You whimper out his name and he opens his mouth to encompass one of your nipples and suck hard on the flushed skin.
Your head hits the cortex of the tree behind your back as your eyes close in utter bliss and he seems to relish in the achievement for his movements turn bolder, ardent with the desire to please and to be pleased.
His fingers brush against your ribs and you shiver at the contact, your muscles tensing in expectation as his hands latch around your dress again to drag it to your feet.
You don’t have the time to protest over the way he discards your dress unceremoniously throwing it somewhere far away within the garden for, his mouth mimics the way you just teased him a few minutes ago and encompasses your still covered sex.
His tongue is flat against your core and even through the fabric you can feel how warm it is and, most importantly, how amazingly good it feels between your legs. Right where it belongs, you think and the thought, despite coming from yourself, makes all the blood rush to your face, turning it feverish hot to the touch.
Oh, how many times have you imagined something like this to happen? How many times have you desired it and kept yourself awake at night to quench that desire at the best of your abilities?
But when Jeongguk bites down your underwear to drag it down and quickly after laps at your wet core, you realize that reality is far better than your lacking imagination.
He hums atop your sex and the sound reverberates through your core, making you shiver and clench on nothing but thin air. You can feel his lips twitch into a smirk and you whine in protest, your hand reaching the top of his head to tug at his hair.
His eyes refocus on your face and you give him a pleading look that he welcomes with mirth in his eyes and a lewd lick of his tongue upon his lips, evidently sleek with your desire.
His fingers cup your ass anew and he uses that hold to guide your right leg upwards, anchoring it around his shoulder to grant him an easier access to your aching core.
His mouth locks onto the little bundle of nerves atop your slit and you whimper as soon as he envelops it with his soft rosy lips, sucking on it as if he were trying to milk it out. It’s a strong sensation you have never experienced before and it feels like both a blessing and a curse for it makes you want more, oh so much more.
Just as if he has been reading your thoughts, Jeongguk finds his next victim in your dripping mound and this time his tongue is not gentle nor tentative. It is passionate as if he were kissing your mouth, it’s ravenous and ardent with desire and it makes you mewl for him even if you try to be quiet.
Who knew Jeon Jeongguk could use his tongue like that and oh, you think, who knew anyone could use a tongue like that. It feels like being sent straight upon a cloud and it makes you feel like you could live the rest of your life being just like this: naked and utterly loved, desired, cherished.
His fingers are a nice surprise as his tongue swirls on your little mound again while his digits intrude your sex, stretching your walls so pleasantly you can’t help but sigh in response.
The lewd sounds your sex emits as he drags his fingers in and out of you make blood rush to your ears and arousal drip down your core further.
His two digits press inside of you, curling and scissoring until you are quivering at the edge of your release and it is in the exact moment you are about to snap that he retreats, an evil smirk atop his swollen glistening lips.
“J-Jeongguk,” you whimper out, your lips trembling at the sudden denial of your release and he simply shrugs his shoulders, a mischievous look on his beautiful features.
“You’re not allowed to come just yet, baby,” he mirrors your own words and you grunt in frustration, shooting him an offended look that he welcomes with a chuckle.
“Don’t worry, my love, I’m going to make you come very, very, soon” his voice lowers as he gets up from his position to kiss your lips and mix the taste of his mouth with the one of your pleasure. You find out it is not a combination you hate, in fact, it is quite endearing and if you could only taste one thing for the rest of your life, this would be a very nice choice.
“How long should I drag this, baby?” He asks, voice hoarse as he moves his hips towards yours, his erection gliding against your sex in a way that makes you shudder in pure anticipation, “Since we waited for two long years, how much more should I wait?” He keeps mirroring your words, teasing you with your own weapon but oh, had you overestimated your capability to resist a few moments ago.
“P-please,” you whimper out, arching your back to meet his sex and he grunts at the sensation, softly biting down your lobe in fain vengeance.
“Mh? You want something, baby?”
Oh, how he loves to be a tease. The very shy boy that was so nervous to confess his love has been completely replaced by this much more confident Jeongguk and it’s a stark difference that makes him all the more endearing.
His kisses turn to pecks along your jawline and down your neck and, even if you want to fight it and gain control back over the situation, you find yourself incapable of doing so and quickly crumble under his touch.
“Ye-s, I want you to fuck me, Jeongguk,” your voice trembles as you speak those lewd words but they do work wonders on your lover for he grunts and lifts you up with one swift movement.
Out of instinct, your legs anchor themselves between his back and you find yourself completely flushed against the tree and a part of you knows it’s going to hurt like a motherfucker once the adrenaline has died down and you find your ass scratched beyond repair but, as his length glides between your dripping folds, everything turns white and meaningless.
A sigh escapes his lips as he pushes his head inside of you, his gaze fixed on the way his cock starts to disappear past your folds and deep within you.
Your arms are locked behind his neck and you tug on his hair, forcing him to look into your eyes as he pushes himself deeper.
You have had sex before but everything feels different now. It feels like making love, true love, and it feels like this because it is Jeongguk and you have never felt like this for anyone else that wasn’t him, even if you desperately tried.
Looking right into his eyes with your noses brushing together almost brings tears to your eyes because you have never known a happiness quite like this one, right here.
“I love you,” you whisper on his lips and he smiles one of his precious smiles, his face quickly hiding in the crook of your neck so he can plant soft kisses there.
“I love you, too, more than I will ever be able to express.” His confession makes your heart leap into your chest and you hug him closer to your body, sighing as he pushes himself further within your sex as if it were a promise to cherish you and love you for all the years to come.
His eyes refocus on yours as he drags his length out of you to push himself in with one swift movement, relishing in the way your insides clench nicely around him, squeezing his cock in a way that is bound to make him come undone very quickly.
You did dream of this moment countless of times but even in your wildest imagination it never happened somewhere public, somewhere people could hear or see but God, does it feel absolutely perfect to just share this moment in this place, where it all began.
His pace is slow inside of you, aimed for you two to be able to savor this moment for as long as possible, even despite the undoubted burning desire that demands to be quenched within the both of you.
In the slow drag of his hips, you feel the wish to make this moment perfect and memorable so that you will forever remember this moment and cherish it deep in your heart.
The pleasure builds nicely between your legs even with his slow pace and you find yourself inching forward to kiss the tender skin of his jawline. His sighs are music to your ears and you relish in every single sound that comes from his delicious mouth.
Time has stretched and stopped all around you, losing its meaning until your eyes can catch on how the sky has turned leaden in the meantime.
It is with utter surprise that you register the sound of thunders coming from within the woods, clearly aiming towards the garden and furthermore to the sea.
When your eyes land on the sky again you catch glimpses of lightning fending its surface and then illuminating the little expanse of green and your bodies, still tightly tangled together.
At last, the rain arrives in a cold and strong pour that cools the flushed skin of your naked bodies.
“Fuck, we need to hurry,” he whispers atop your lips with urgency right before stealing them with a quick kiss.
Making love against a tree whilst looking into each others’ eyes, a languid pace set between your legs had seemed romantic and exciting but the raging storm all around you turns his pace faster and rougher.
You would have loved for the moment to last longer but as he starts battering your sex with all his strength, all his desperation, you find yourself tightening your grip around him to meet his pace with your hips.
“D-don’t stop,” you whimper, stuttering in what feels like a weird combination of pleasure and coldness.
The raindrops gather in your hair, on your eyelashes and atop his kissable lips and while seems to become heavier under its force you keep finding it impossible to pry your body away from his. Jeongguk breathes on your skin, his wet forehead touching yours and your heart leaps in your chest for right in this moment he is so utterly yours.
You moan for him as his lips attack your neck and he groans in response whilst lapping and sucking the raindrops gathered on your skin, right in the space between your clavicle and your shoulders.
The sounds of your intercourse fill the garden and not even the nature’s cries can’t conceal his pants against your neck nor the sound of his balls hitting your ass as he reaches deeper within you and not even the way your sex squelches around his cock. Somehow, the storm seems to work as an amplifier, turning the sounds greater and longer and the excitement building within your belly seems to turn into blazing fire.
“F-fuck, this won’t do,” he hisses in your ear and you are given almost no time to register the shift before your feet are suddenly hitting the ground and you are demanded to keep yourself standing again.
“Hold on to the tree, baby,” he instructs, his hands guiding your body until you are turned around, your eyes fixing on the infinite looking stretch of woods ahead rather than his lovely face.
A tiny drop of disappointment finds its way through the excitement for you desperately wanted to look into his eyes as he came but, that second of doubt and regret is quickly erased the moment is cock is lodged again within you, hitting your pleasure spot with such force your legs quiver.
You moan out loud for him, head tilting back and ass sticking out for him to grab and guide against his hips.
“Yes, just like that, baby girl.”
The little and quite endearing pet name that escapes his lips makes your insides twitch and your walls contract and oh, how nice his voice sounds as he grunts for you, taken aback by how tight your walls feel encompassing his cock.
You tilt your head backward, seeking his gaze so you can still watch pleasure morph his features and you take particular gratification in the way his mouth shapes into a perfect ‘o’ as you push into him, forcing his pace to speed up and meet your own.
Where once there was silence and soft whispers, little grunts and small pants now there are moans and mewls and smacks on your already battered ass cheeks.
“Baby, I’m so close,” he grunts as you walls squeeze around him again, your bottom lip trapped under your teeth in the effort to keep yourself stable whilst pushing into him.
“Will you come all over my pretty pussy?”
Your voice and words sound almost foreign to you, never before spoken in such a salacious tone but oh do they work wonders on his already rattled mind.
His digits turn almost bruising as they latch onto your hips, forcing you to stand still as he pounds into you faster and rougher and you almost lose your balance as the head of his cock focuses on your pleasure spot as if it were a target waiting to be shot down.
“Ungh, right there, Jeongguk,” you whimper out and if he were determined before, now hitting that one spot turns into a mission he has no intention to fail.
Pleasure is something you have experienced before this moment, you are not new to the concept of orgasm nor to how blissful it feels like yet, the sensation that builds inside of you, between your legs and up into your mind is something you have only imagined before, utterly desired yet never received.
Never until you are screaming and whimpering out his name, your legs quivering as the orgasm sweeps all thoughts aside and steals your breath and vision away.
You are barely aware of how your walls spasmodically contract around him or how his cock twitches inside of you until you feel his hips come to a halt and realize that it’s his hot seed that is filling you up to the brim.
When he pulls his length out of your soaked and swollen sex you can feel his cum trailing down your legs and you squeeze your thighs together, trying to hold on to the sensation of a part of him being held inside of you.
As the orgasm washes over you in slow tidal waves you feel your body relax because this is not a mere fragment of your imagination, all of this has not been a dream. Everything, you, him, your love, it’s all real and as you turn around to face him, his mouth is quick to seek your own and you kiss him back with all the bursting love inside of you that you are able to express.
The storm rumbles loud in your ears and as the downpour turns angrier you are made aware again of your setting and you’re forced to break away from the kiss, the coldness of the water almost unbearable now that you have nothing else to distract you.
You move as fast as you can, slipping inside your drenched clothes at the best of your abilities as hysterical laughter erupts from your mouth as you struggle to escape the storm’s clutches.
Jeongguk is quickly by your side, hugging your shoulders with one of his strong arms and, on his cue, you both run for your lives, seeking the warmness of a roof atop your heads.
The sun shines brightly up in the cerulean sky and you close your eyes for a moment,
Relishing in how the spring rays nicely warm up your skin.
It has been five months since your brother and Jeongguk have made their way back home and you are now standing in that same spot on the sand, looking at the sea with emotions that seem to mirror the ones from a few months ago: the fear of losing them to the sea and the hope of having them back soon inside your arms.
This time, though, you are not standing there to welcome them back but, instead, you are about to see them off.
Spitfire quietly sways in the harbor, waiting for its Captain orders to move onto greater adventures but Jeongguk is evidently not quite ready to leave just yet.
In fact, in his eyes you can read the uneasiness of his departure and, despite the glint of excitement you can still see shining there like it used to do at the prospect of grand journeys around the Seven Seas, you are sad to notice that the uncertainty is far more prominent.
Your brother takes your hand into his, giving it a little kiss as a promise to be back as quickly as he can and with a look to his best friend, he leaves to join the rest of the crew.
You have said your goodbyes last night, crying a little into his shoulder, and you have made a promise to both yourself and to him: you will not cry today.
You will not cry because tears would make it look and feel like an everlasting goodbye but this, this will be a “temporary leave”, as Jimin likes to call it.
Jeongguk is troubling his bottom lip with his teeth and you offer him a gentle smile, taking his hands into your own.
“Don’t make that face, love, you’re going to have so much fun all over the world,” you assure him, and truthfully, you speak those words to calm your heart as well, “And you will make many memories so you can tell me all about them when you get back.”
He chuckles lightly at your words, shaking his head as he finally looks into your eyes.
“You always know what to say, don’t you?”
“So they say,” you retort, a knowing smile on your lips as you take a step closer to kiss the tip of his nose in that way that makes him giggle and, surely, it works this time as well and you relish in how cute his scrunched up face looks.
“I promise I’m coming back very soon,” he whispers once the mirth dies down and the seriousness of his departure falls between you with all its heavy intensity.
“I know, I trust you.”
“I wanted to return sooner last time too, but I also wanted to live free and make stupid decisions and all of that,” he laughs to himself as he recalls moments foreign to you that have shaped him in the man that he is today, “But this time I have an incentive to come back home sooner and I will, I promise on my heart.”
“Jeongguk,” you let go of his hands to cup his cheeks and lightly peck his lips a couple of times to both soothe him and imprint the taste of his mouth in your taste buds, “We’ve been through this already. You don’t have to worry about me and I won’t worry about you.”
You smile atop his cherry lips and he mirrors your expression, sighing deeply as he tries to let go of the foul feelings in his heart and the bad thoughts in his mind.
“Remember, this is not a farewell, this is just a tiny goodbye.”
His mouth seeks your own and you share your last passionate kiss for a very long time. Tongue and teeth and lewd sounds and sighs are all you can hear on the shore even though you know there are people around you, your father among them, and that they’re all probably looking at you. Still, you do not care.
“I love you so bloody much, Soohyun, don’t forget that, ok?”
“I won’t,” you smile, ruffling his hair like you used to do when you were both little kids and he was being stubborn or grumpy, “And I love you too, silly.”
He grumbles at your nickname for him but you know he secretly enjoys it for, once he starts walking away from you a big smile is spread on his lips and it warms your heart even if watching him leave stings a little still.
You watch him go until he disappears on the ship, yelling orders to his crew so that they can sail while the wind is still good, allowing them to leave Northern Claw and the dangers of its Sea.
You stand on your spot until Spitfire is nothing but a black dot in an expanse of infinite blue and it is only then that you let some tears fall on your cheeks because, despite putting on a strong facade, being without him feels like getting your lungs squeezed until all air is out and you cannot breathe in anymore.
You hear the Vast Sea roaring with its creatures lurking under its surface and your hands fly to your belly alongside with your gaze.
A small smile spreads on your lips and you lovingly caress your tummy in a way you believe to be soothing.
“Shh, let the Sea grumble all it wants, my love, when Dad is going to come back we will be ready for him and we will be strong enough, the both of us.”
Your eyes gaze back to the Sea as it did for years now and where once there was uncertainty and fear now there is only courage and faith in your own power. You are strong enough, you will be even stronger next time you’ll have to face the monsters because by then, you won’t be alone anymore.
Your daughter kicks excitedly inside of you and you smirk because you can already tell, she has her father’s temper.
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Tiger By The Tail, Chapter 2
Love Live, NicoMaki, NozoEli, KotoUmi, 2.2K, 2/?
Summary: Breakfast really isn't working for anyone, but Eli does okay.
Chapter 2
Maki grumbled. There was a voice. Not a voice she was used to in the morning.
“Maki, wake up!” Excited. But not cabin on fire excited. Eli. What was she doing?
Maki opened up an eye. The great room, the couch, curled up sleeping under a throw, Eli standing over her looking way too perky for…”What time is it?” Maki pulled the throw over her face.
“Almost 8. Come on, introduce me.” Eli reached down to lever Maki up off the couch as the actual homeowner groaned.
“There’s no one to introduce you to, Eli. It’s too early.”
At that Nozomi in a gray snowflake sweater dress came downstairs, followed by a yawning ginger who seemed to be about Nico’s height. No Nico in sight though. Right, Maki thought, Nico was in her parent’s usual room. Maki shuddered. That was too bizarre a thought for this early.
“Why’re we up so early, Nozomi?” the ginger whined in Japanese.
Nozomi was looking back over her shoulder, “Because Umi wants us to scout the locations we’re using for the photoshoots.”
“Hi!” Eli pulled Maki to her feet by the collar, “I’m Eli Ayase, friend of Maki.”
“Are you really this desperate to talk to people?” Maki hissed.
“Single women, yes,” Eli hissed back.
Maki sighed, shivered her fingers through her hair, and grimaced in Nozomi’s direction, “Eli is an old friend of mine. She leads private tours and has a ballet studio. Eli, this is Tojo Nozomi, she…” Maki paused, realizing she’d left yesterday afternoon without getting any real information on the people Honoka had invited to stay in her house.
“I’m a photographer. This is Hoshizora Rin, my assistant.” Nozomi bowed, Rin blinked and started opening cabinets.
Maki moved to the kitchen island, leaving Eli to her own devices, “What are you looking for?”
“Cereal.”
Maki pointed to a cabinet to the left of Rin.
“Thanks, friend.” Too much energy for Maki to deal with.
And then Nico wandered in from her room, wearing two bright red sweaters, black leggings, and a pink fluffy hat with ear flaps. Maki snorted. Nico glared.
Immediately after that Honoka barrelled in, just dodging around Nico. “Sorry sorry sorry.” Honoka popped open the oven door, “Made muffins last night, here have some, everybody.”
Rin clutched a stack of muffins to her chest, dropping the cereal box. Maki grabbed it, a bowl, and a carton of milk and returned to the couch, turning on Christmas music and ignoring the clamor behind her. Eli and Nozomi had moved to the Christmas tree, Eli asking polite questions and Nozomi occasionally giggling. Maki rolled her eyes. Time for a Scooby Doo Christmas special.
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“So you have a ballet studio?” Nozomi asked.
“It’s small, but yeah. I have a few students and I post biweekly instructional videos. We’re doing a Nutcracker Dream Fantasy in a couple of days. You and your friends should come be our audience.”
Eli’s eyes were glowing so brightly, Nozomi thought she must be very proud of her students. “I will.”
“Great. What are your plans while you’re here?” Eli poked a bell on the tree, causing a ting.
“Modelling shots of Nico” Nozomi pointed to where Nico, face scrunched up by a scowl of displeasure had taken a mug of probably herbal tea to sit on the end of the couch opposite from Maki. “I’ll need to know how to set up…” Nozomi hesitated, searching for the English word, “where to” Nozomi raised her hands like a viewfinder, “frame in these places. Which outfits where.”
“Oh right, Kotori’s designs. She’s very excited about this, “Her costumes for the Nutcracker are amazing.” Eli tapped a toe, nearly dropping into a plié as her thoughts drifted ballet-ward.
Nozomi was determined to stay on topic. “You are a guide?”
“Yeah. This time of year, I take families on hikes and cross country ski tours and out on snowmobiles.”
“Maybe you help? With places?” Nozomi’s soft request was an invitation.
Eli’s grin lit even brighter than her eyes, “Sure.” She checked her watch, “I have a group this afternoon, but maybe we could meet for dinner and talk about what you need.”
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Nico kept looking at her. It was making Maki nervous, but she chomped her way through her remaining cereal and then pivoted, “What!??!?!”
Nico shook her head, “Wrong breakfast.”
“It’s a fine breakfast.” Maki held the bowl against her chest protectively.
“Miso, rice, fish, natto, nori…” Nico nodded, “is breakfast. Not cakey or…” Nico pointed at the box.
Maki was losing the plot of the Scooby film, but she’d probably be able to figure out who was chasing Shaggy and Scooby without much bother. She tapped the box with her spoon, “Bonus reading material.”
Nico rolled her eyes, swivelled in her seat, and pulled out her phone. Maki, suddenly realizing she was being ignored and that the number of people in her house exceeded her comfort level by at least Nico decided she could watch useless Christmas videos another day.
Time to hyperjump to a new conversation. Maki put the bowl next to the box. “Hey, Eli.”
Eli jumped.
“Did you want to rehearse today?”
Eli glanced at her watch and grimaced, “I have to run. Sorry, Nozomi. I’ll stop by later.” Then Eli addressed Maki’s question, “I really don’t have time today. Tomorrow morning?”
“Sure.” Maki shrugged, “I’ll play for a few hours solo.” She stretched and grabbed her breakfast supplies, “You can just catch up to my awesome later.”
Eli chuckled, “Thanks Maki.”
As Eli bustled out the door and Maki rinsed her bowl, ignoring a Rin who was half asleep at the kitchen island, Nozomi settled next to Nico on the couch.
“Is Umi upstairs?” Nico wondered.
The conversation had switched back to Japanese with Honoka off somewhere...maybe checking the upstairs bathroom...but Maki followed along easily.
“Breakfast with Kotori. They’re going to decide on designs.”
“Nico decides.”
“I’m sure Umi will mention that you want input.”
“Not input, Nozomi, final decision.”
“Nico, this is an opportunity…”
“Nico is doing a huge favor for Umi, being here, away from family.” Nico’s tone was getting urgent, which prompted a Nozomi move to the kitchen.
Maki was watching curiously as Nozomi seemed to be sneaky up on a dozing Rin. With a wicked, Maki couldn’t think of any other word for it, grin, Nozomi pounced, and Rin woke with a scream, barely heard over her tormentor’s lascivious, gloating giggles as Nozomi mauled the ginger’s bosom.
Maki looked away, not wanting to know which part of Japanese culture allowed you to do that to a friend.
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Kotori Minami had never seen anyone who looked so much like a work of art come to life. Or behaved so much like a courtier out of legends and fantasy. Sonoda Umi, blue black hair perfectly framing a face of breathtaking, heartbreaking loveliness, just the slightest shadowy doubt flickering deep in pools of warm, kind amber. Dressed in a too formal for a casual breakfast gray tweed suit, Umi was bowing in front of Kotori, offering a box.
“Merry Christmas. Thank you for this opportunity for my business and my friends.”
Kotori opened the box. In it lay a wreath of bare, barely green fronds, silver and white dusted pine cones, gold and bright red berry sized baubles, and a bright bow of soft, red ribbon.
“Oh, Umi, it’s divine. Where did you find it?”
“I know a florist in Seoul.”
Kotori left the box on the counter. She’d find the perfect place to hang it later. Placing a full tray on the table, Kotori pointed at the seat across the table from hers, “Please join me. I made French toast.”
Umi nodded, pulling out a chair, arranging her napkin neatly in her lap, and waiting for Kotori to serve out portions.
“Itadakimasu.” They said in unison. Umi smiled slightly, not able to not steal a glance at the lovely cloud of softness shimmering across the table from her. This was somehow a very adult moment, a feeling she wondered about. Perhaps the absence of her parents. Or travel bringing a new maturity.
The food was sweeter and much more bread than Umi was used to eating at any meal, but Kotori seemed to relish the treat.
They ate in companionable silence and then, as Kotori poured out a fragrant jasmine tea, Umi cleared her throat, “I’d like to be able to go back to Nico with a schedule.”
Kotori’s eyes went wide and there was a bleating sound.
Umi continued, “Honoka was not able to offer very many details upon our arrival. Although the cabin is enchanting and it was very nice of your friend to agree to host us.”
Kotori paled. “Do you want to see the designs?”
“Of course, but right now I’d like to get Nozomi and Rin started on visualizing the layouts. And Nico....” Umi paused, “Nico is very detail oriented. I respect that.”
Kotori poured herself some more tea, offering Umi a refresh, which was refused.
Kotori sipped her tea, humming nervously. Umi was noticing her own ease starting to evaporate, “Kotori?”
Kotori dropped her cup suddenly, the clank of china startling Umi, “I’m so sorry, it took so long to get the clothes finished, and Honoka didn’t understand, and I really don’t know where it would look best, and your friends are going to hate me, and I don’t know what to do…” A sniff, a sob, two honey eyes full of tears and fear, and Umi felt dizzy. “Umi?”
Umi stared ahead, not looking at Kotori, thoughts flying, automatically sipping tea. Improvising was not a strength she had, but seemingly Kotori was relying on her. Nozomi, Nozomi and RIn were much better at ‘winging’ things.
A second before the silence hit crushingly awkward, Umi spoke. “Nozomi.” Eye contact, a smile, “Nozomi loves being asked to solve problems. I’m certain she will embrace this opportunity.” Umi pulled out her phone. All they needed to do was to keep Nico focused on the clothes before she realized how amateur this operation was, “Please don’t concern yourself. Lily White will take care of all the details.”
Kotori hiccup coughed and Umi wondered why she found herself thinking it was adorable. It had been little moments like this that she had missed since Kotori finished her design internship at the atelier where they’d been colleagues and returned to the United States. Umi had been happy that Nico was so amenable to assist and willing to travel. Nico might not continue to be so amenable if she realized that Umi had oversold Kotori’s level of preparedness to launch her debut line. But Nico wouldn’t let a friend down. Just keep Nico focused on the clothes, Umi repeated to herself.
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“WHAT IS ALL THIS?!?!!!” Maki roared as she stood in front of the bathroom sink, mirror reflecting a fuming, exhausted householder, whose closet was suddenly full of frilly pink things, with every surface around her sink covered in bottles, jars, and vials.
Honoka rushed in, alarmed and inarticulate, barely ahead of Nico, who paused at the corner of the closet, then did her best at exuding confident nonchalance, “Nico’s beauty regime.”
Maki whirled, fists clenched, eyes narrowed, “How faked are you?”
Nico raised a hand to her chin, tilting her head to maximum cuteness, eyes wide and sparkling. Maki swore the air started to glimmer. “Nico is the cutest. By nature.”
Maki swept her arm at the drug store counter her sink had become, “Then why do you need all this gunk.”
“Healthy skin care. Travel.” Nico’s glamor had dialed down to grumpy cute and her arms were crossed in an uninviting pose.
“I travel, I look fine, I use water and moisturizer on really cold, dry days.” Maki opened the medicine cabinet, pulling out a small jar
Nico stepped forward, staring at Maki so intensely, Maki felt herself physically drawn into Nico’s orbit. A quick finger flicked down Maki’s cheek, then Nico grabbed the jar from Maki’s hand, read the ingredients, snorted, and tossed it in the trash can.
“Hey, that’s expensive.” Maki yelped.
“Waste of packaging.”
Maki snarled, but managing to speak slowly and evenly so there would be no misunderstanding, “Get your toxic, worthless junk out of my bathroom.”
“Nico is a guest. It’s half Nico’s bathroom.”
“Honoka!” Maki turned to a Honoka who kept looking at the door like she might make a leap for freedom.
“Maki, is it really a big de…” Honoka began to placate.
Nico had moved to the bathtub, testing out the faucet.
“You.” Maki jumped forward, looming over Nico, who continued unbothered, while Maki ranted, “Do not mess with my bathtub. No bubbles, no oils, no scent. No you.”
With a smirk, Nico sat herself primly on the edge of the tub, taking time to slowly cross her legs at the knee, challenging Maki to move her.
Maki closed her eyes, breathing deeply, counted to five, then turned to where Honoka was lurking. “I’m going to go practice, Honoka. Have your ‘guest’ clear off half of my sink. Immediately.”
“Sure, Maki, not a problem. You’re going to sound amazing. I’m sure you and Nico…”
By that time, Maki was out the door.
A/N: A quick chapter as a Christmas treat. I hope you are enjoying your December, whatever you might celebrate.
I think I owe someone a "oh my god, they were roommates" AU. Maybe this is earning me some credit there ; )
#NicoMaki#NozoEli#KotoUmi#Nishikino Maki#Yazawa Nico#Tojo Nozomi#Ayase Eli#Minami Kotori#Sonoda Umi#Kosaka Honoka#Hoshizora Rin#Christmas#holiday fluff#here we go again#cheers#TIger By The Tail
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Wordtober, day 17&18, Freeform.
author’s note: this is a longer piece that I have been working on and trying to finish for wordtober. Link to part 1 in the end.
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For the first hour, there is no path. Trees line up as far as the eye can see, leaves and branches continuously barring their way entwined in a gigantic web. He would feel a little silly, walking seemingly nowhere while holding hands with the two women like he is still a child. He would. If the night wasn’t that deep. If the trees didn’t seem to move with each step they give, opening a path in front of them and then embracing the space they have just vacated once they pass through. Fear steadily raises inside of him, especially when, out of the corner of his eye, he spies a furtive smile on Morgause’s face that she quickly hides. The way Elaine struggles to remain tied to him even though her feet which to draw her elsewhere.
What the Fae have, they wish to keep. It is quite obvious that this earth, this land they cross, considers his sisters very much its property.
Arthur does not agree. The further they walk, the closer he draws them to himself, making sure he remembers the land where they live. The long muddy roads, the tall castles, stone and iron, everything which is stable. There is a tile at the edge of his childhood room which has never been replaced. He and Elaine broke it while playing, with the poker from the fireplace. He remembers being scared momentarily before Morgan had appeared from virtually nowhere, prodding the shattered material with a dirty nail. No one would notice it, don’t worry, she had said and there it was, a tile at the corner, broken in half and then half again that no servant had ever touched. He remembers its jangled edges, the little piece at the side which kept moving but never strayed, he remembers the color and Morgan laughing at their anxiousness before she fixed the situation. He remembers the exact pattern and shape. Every time he does so, the lights above his head shine more faintly and the world is now crossing into feels more real and less magical.
Arthur enters the clearing as himself, King Arthur, not a puppet of the fae and that, more than anything, gives him the confidence to barge his way through the small crowd of amused onlookers.
The clearing they arrive to is not especially large. Tall, yes, the moment they have entered it is as if the trees have grown, have invaded the skies and formed a dome, a Cathedral tall as he has ever seen. The half moon of flooring is paved with large stone slabs, polished up to a fine shine by a careful hand, chairs and tables are placed on its outside, heavy food and drink he has never tasted. Lights, little orbs of starlight hang in the middle of the air here and there like the most beautiful of rains.
And at the top, lays a single throne. Bronze has been melded and carved into tree roots, entwining over and over until there is a chair and there is a crowned woman upon it.
“We have visitors, my court.”
Arthur will be hard pressed to describe the Queen at a later date. If pressed, he will say she was short. Appeared to be – though at times she seemed taller than the trees above them. The same white hair and grey skin of her court, rail thin to the point where one would deem her sickly, her chin rests on an impossibly delicate hand, shimmering in the dark like made of starlight. With each movement, the surface of what he would call skin, ripples, it becomes solid before shifting once more into liquid. The creature – whoever it is – might guise herself into the form of a human, head, shoulders, arms, legs, a dark dress which is as fine as any he has seen in his court but it is not a human. That simile of a woman is a courtesy. One given by creatures which usually do not bother.
“Our cousins have returned! Welcome home!”
The creature stands from her bronze throne, opening her arms slowly in an expansive welcome. Each step she takes, Arthur wishes to draw back, draw them back behind him before reaching for a weapon he does not have. “You are to drink and feast with us this night? What a wonderful idea! What a wonderful night!”
He is nothing in this conversation. None spares him a glance. All their eyes are on Morgause and Elaine, both of which are now standing straight, waving with their free hand to one creature or another all the while fielding the attention of the queen.
“Let us dance, my court! Let us feast and dance until the sun decides to break our reverie!”
There are no instruments, no musicians or singers. But the music comes from somewhere (all around) and Arthur flinches with every note as if physically struck. Oh. Oh, no. It is real. It is the hand in his right one, Morgause’s, clenching so hard he feels his bones grinding against each other. He breathes deeper for a moment before that sister moves forward, shielding him from the Queen’s amusement.
“We are here for Morgan.”
The amusement of the court falters. The music stutters for a moment. Some exchange glances, some actually look worried. If Morgause pays them any mind, Arthur cannot read it in her countenance. Just in that hand, tightening, more and more because she is afraid, his wonderful strong sister. She is afraid.
The Queen sits once more, reclining forward while biting a nail delicately with razor sharp teeth. Her eyes are narrow, pupils dilated like a cat which has found its prey. “Morgan is mine, my dear,” she explains gently, as if her visitor is rather daft. “She wishes to be with her people. It is her birthright.” Like a wolf who will not share what belongs to it.
Her birthright is to be Princess. It is in His Court, His Castle, His Kingdom.
“Morgan is ours, Queen,” Elaine rebuts. “She should be with her family. We who are hers.”
“She has come to us.”
No, that is wrong. She was taken away. She was a child and they lied to her, he’s sure of it.
“You have stolen her from us when she was weaker! I know she is stronger! I know she can make a different choice if given the chance.”
Speak. Speak. Speak, damn you!
“She will return with us.”
Each word literally hurts as he speaks it. Acid drips down his throat, bile rises and threatens to be spat through his lips, burning every trace of flesh in between.
The Queen smiles at him (at him finally, at him solely, in a manner that makes him wish to throw up).
“Then find her then, human. Search for whomever you wish, for how long you wish. And when you fail, feel free to dance or die.”
The gentle lights that had, until that moment, done little more than hover over their heads, shine brighter, shine more strongly until he has to turn his eyes away. It is daylight in the clearing, shaking that odd world into awareness.
“Search, Boy,” the Queen says, waving at the gathered crowd. “You have little precious time, you humans.”
Arthur doesn’t acknowledge the challenge. Or the prank, he can see it from a mile away. No, he has precious little time and Morgan to find. Without waiting, he turns to the audience, releasing the hands in his with a sharp movement. They are strong. They are all strong. They can do this.
Where is she? Where?
(He was a boy when she was taken away, just a boy, a mess of reedy limbs and awkward movements, watching as his sister is taken away. She didn’t cry. He didn’t cry. Morgause and Elaine stood silent and quiet, their hands joined in the middle of them as the remaining kept on his shoulders and he can only remember those tears, not the features, not the traces).
The small crowd smiles at their discomfort, grey eyes and white hair. Short, tall, willowy, broad, plays on dark, grey, white skin. They are a crowd leached of color and given everything else. He sees fur, he sees long limbs of plant-like material, branches instead of arms, claws and teeth sharp as sin. Damn you, he curses inwardly, damn you all to all hells, damn you to the seven, damn you, damn you, damn you, may the gods take you.
“You are too kind, young King,” the Queen declares, tapping at the arm of her chair. Her amused smile makes his skin crawl and every time she moves, the little bells woven in her white hair tingle unpleasantly in the cold air. Every time, he shivers. “I think you will make a welcome addition to our court. And you, of course, our lovely cousins. We miss your father dearly.”
He wants to kill this being. He wants to wrap his hands around its pale neck and squeeze until its bones break under his strength.
“All who knew him do, Lady.”
He wants to run through the hall (run her through with a blade he does not carry) and make her confess. Where is his sister? Within whom of these faceless beings is she hiding?
Yet Elaine is there, steady, her voice wrapping around him and shackling him onto the ground. She searches still, her smile just barely there, like a disguise as strong as metal armor. How can she smile like that as the different beings dance around her, playing with her hair while hanging lights in the empty air? All the while, Morgause stands tall in the front of the Queen, look at me, he hears her breathe as she protects their search, always look at me, voice soft, smooth and cutting in gentle accusations.
“It is such a shame that care did not save him.”
“That does happen when wanders from home.”
There is a woman by the corner. She isn’t smiling or laughing like the others. She doesn’t show herself or gives into the game of fooling him. The woman stands alone. Silent. Her bloodless eyes move from one mortal to the other in absent curiosity but that is all she does. While the others dance and make a mockery of their despair, it is like watching the sole sane person in a ball of children.
That is why Arthur looks at her. It is why he comes closer.
“A family does not break due to distance,” Morgause continues behind him. “It does not break with dishonor. It breaks once you chose yourself over it and turn your back to which you promised to defend. And Father always did right by us.”
“Your Queen is more family than that woman who bore you, my dear.”
Her eyes are wide and thin; a clear blue that is a touch darker to be the morning sky, just a smidge away from river water. He sees the color underneath the white irises, coming and going as the waves of the sea. Taller than Elaine, he realizes, as he walks closer to her, almost as much as Morgause. There is a little brown spot marring her pale skin right underneath her right eye, isn’t there?
There are two beings in his way to her. Arthur doesn’t notice. He just pushes them aside. He pushes more, waves through the creatures like struggling through the morning tide.
Her hair is white as snow. That is not right. Her hair was black, pure deep black, curling around her ears and down her back. Her jaw is Morgause’s. Arthur doesn’t know how he missed it. He sees Elaine in the ridge of her nose and the wide of her mouth. There is something else, of course, someone else, a thousand someones he does not know hiding in her features and there is him, in the turn of her lips and the sharp finish of her eyes.
Arthur asks for no permission to grip her elbow and tug her close enough for their noses to touch. The eyes are large and round, exactly like his. Same shape, same color, same structure. She looks like Morgan was, disposed of her humanity and taken over by the fae.
But she is Morgan. She is; he is so very certain.
The King feels like crying.
“Sister!”
Her body is warm against his as he hugs her close, exhaling lowly into her white hair, closing his arms tight around her form. Oh, oh, this is relief. This is peace. True peace, not the imaginary he had felt at the entrance, not any moment passed in his father’s Castle. Her arms hang lost by her sides. He swears he can hear her gasp but it might be just his wishful thinking because, when he looks down, her tone-shifting eyes are bland and uninterested, her expression akin to a painting forever frozen in time.
“Have you found her?”
Morgan is ripped from his hold and transferred into Morgause’s and any complaint he might have is silenced because Morgause – his strong, amazing, capable sister - looks fragile. Broken. Disbelieving. Her hands – always strong, always assured and so very talented – shake on the other woman’s face, fingers trailing down the ageless skin again and again as if she wishes to memorize it with each passing.
“Oh, my Morgan.”
There are tears in her voice. Tears in her eyes. Tears sliding down her cheeks and ignored.
“Morgause, do not hog!”
The confusion is still on fae woman’s face as she finds herself hounded by three bodies. In the moment Morgause is near, the moment Elaine slips in, their embrace is a tiny group of four children, four lost souls tied together once more. They are whole! Four rivers connected, strong and fierce, they are fortresses, they are high and tall and powerful and no one can face them.
(More than that, they are iron and steel! There is little else Fae hate as much. Why do you think they steal just one? One child! One man! One woman!)
“We have missed you, little sister.” Their words bundle together, spoken by three voices and rhyming into this unending litany. I love you, I missed you, I needed you, I need, I want, you are here, alive, well, with us. It is a confession without end, woven by male and female voices that seems to encompass all the words which should have been spoken throughout the years.
With this moment alone, they have won.
Part 1.
#arthuriana#morgan le fay#elaine of garlot#anne morgause#arthur pendragon#of gorlois' inheritance#wordtober#wordtober day 17#freeform#part 2 of 3
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INNSBRUCK [ I ]
Genre [Rating] : Angst [ M ]
Words: 2.5k
Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader
Outline: A Baekhyun Winter Tale.
“The very first time I saw you, it wasn’t any different than any other time I’ve seen yousince. The world was newer, but you were just the same. It was— love at first sight.”
You decreed not to pronounce his name. You would not dare to even think of it, keeping your eyes closed all nine hours of the flight from New York to Austria, right up until the moment the wheels of the planed touched down in Innsbruck. Half asleep, mind drifted elsewhere, would be much easier to quiet the second thoughts. It felt like a lifetime since you'd scream at each other, though it had only been a few days. Ever since the relationship halted to an end on Wednesday night, your whole person felt turmoiled. The absence of his voice, his warmth, his stupid groggy laugh: it was something you ignored how you lost. You didn't even remember what exactly led towards the slipt, things escalated far too fast and became a blur to your present self. What you were confident, though, was the particular name mentioned frequently during the argument. Baekhyun. Timoth —I mean, who mustn't be named, had always been a tad sceptical about your acquaintanceship (if you may call it that) with Baekhyun. His eyebrows knitted together in a frown whenever you announced a trip to Seoul to meet up your best friend and Baekhyun's bandmate, Oh Sehun. Lips pursed if you divulged there might be a slight chance you ran into the former. "I knew it would happen, I did.” Sehun’s voice is so flat, so steady, that it deepens the grimace on your face. "He caused almost all your fights." “That's not true." Sehun almost slams the breaks to be able to look at you with that straight-face that would linger for as long as it took you to comply with his words. It takes just a minute before you let out a sigh and nod, defeated. Ever since you confessed to you-know-who there was a time you kissed Baekhyun, shared a bed with Baekhyun; he came to loathe the man to the point he would bring up his name during every argument. A few weeks before, this little holiday trip would have infuriated him. But what happened those final days at his flat in the Bronx, had left him completely out of the blue. He didn't have to know you would spend Christmas with your Sehun —and Baekhyun. What possessed you to agree on such a trip? You ignore. Maybe you were too angry at him, and that's why you hopped on that plane, or perhaps you didn't give a shit about Baekhyun's existence at all. Lie. You did give a shit, your body a bundle of nerves due to the upcoming encounter. You draw your knees to the chest, leaning away from Sehun and against the passenger-side door, feeling somehow claustrophobic under the big grey Austrian sky, snow falling and twirling around. If someone had asked where you planned to spend Christmas, your answer would have been New York, not locked in a cabin with Oh Sehun, Byun Baekhyun and company. You had planned a lazy day at home, wearing festive pyjamas with your [former] boyfriend and only driving to his parents' house once the sky turned dark. You were planning on enjoying the different dishes and the quiet conversations in French between you-know-who and his father, planning on chatting with his sister Paulette over the current boy pinning over her and serving a cup of lavender tea to his grandmother. You hadn't planned on breaking up two weeks before Christmas Eve and run off all the way across the ocean beside your best friend. The car speeds up. With closed eyes, you try to fight back the tears. None had gone as expected. Instead, the evenings would be dreadful to share with the very man that broke your heart three years ago. You didn't know what to anticipate, you greeted each other, smiled at each other and didn't mind to hang out, but those encounters were as sporadic as half an hour, not as long as fifteen days. You picture it couldn't be as hard as you imagined. Once upon a time, you whispered nothings to each other huddled up on a sofa, the world reserved just for the two.
In the side mirror, you watch the town grow smaller, thinner, until it disappears completely. But then, a few seconds later, snow-covered pine trees flash against the glass, almost as if they were rushing away from you. The highway is paved with uneven cobblestones that glow silver when sunrays hit the spots of snow over them. At its end, the road seems to drop straight into the woods. A sense of cosiness sneaks up around you. The thought of a cabin in the middle of the forest seems endearing. You can't wait to bury your nose between the yellow pages of your favourite novel, fuzzy blanket up to your knees, right beside the fireplace. The thought makes you smile. Turning off the car, Sehun stares at the large, perfect chalet which aspects are a bit too astonishing to be called in such term. “Pretty sick, isn't it?” “Indeed.” “Come on,” he says, hopping out of the car and coming around to open your door. “I've got a surprise for you.” Before you have time to ask about it, Sehun has already pulled out both your bags from the trunk, urging you to walk ahead of him and into the house. You want to protest, but stop yourself. This is your best friend trying his best to make you feel better. He opens his palm for you, revealing a bronze key that you take. Once the door is open, the bags are shoved to the corner as you scramble to tear off the snow in your shoes. Sehun shuffles inside, slippers on, as the warmth of the chalet welcomes him. With a nod, he encourages you to follow the corridor down to the living room, your feet moving in awe as you take in the surroundings. Sunlight bathes the wooden floor and white walls, the air tinged with the aroma of apples and cinnamon in beseem with the Christmas wreaths framing the chimney. The fire cracks inside, eyes lulled by its dance before they land on the forgotten mug resting on the coffee table. "Hello?" you venture, head peeking around the space. Please don't be Baekhyun, please, please, please. "Is anybody here?" A warm hand grabs you by the shoulders, and before you know it, you are caught up in an embrace. The person lets out a scream, which at first frightens you until the resemblance in the voice rings a bell. You scream too and squeal, and bounce as you hold hands with your best half, non-blood sister, Aisha. "What are you doing here?!" Her big brown eyes travell mischievously to her side, where Sehun is already standing. "You're welcome," he grins, all so cocky and proud of himself. You laid reluctant to the idea of Innsbruck the moment Sehun picked you up at the airport and blurted out Baekhyun would keep you guys company. The heart hammering in rebellion against your ribcage complained of how bad the idea seemed, and how vulnerable it made you. Your mind, in agreement, also took charge of escalating every single possible scenario you could face during the holiday, urging you to ponder about your way of survival. It seemed difficult. Byun Baekhyun had set fire to your world, and although it was extinguished long ago, you suspected it wouldn't be comfortable to bare with his company. However, now that Aisha and Sehun are there to preserve your mind distracted, and your body away from the devil, you couldn't help but feel a tad at ease. The day transitions calmly. You and Sehun bury yourselves in a Cook Book found shoved in a drawer, hidden beneath layers of cloths. Pasta Carbonara is the chosen dish, mainly because it suggests to be the easiest recipe included by the author. Although you don't suck at cooking, like Aisha, you ain't precisely chefs; so if you wanted to ensure a mouthful that night, a simple dish was the perfect option. Once the pasta is safe out of the pan, forks twirling the noodles around, the three map out your days at Innsbruck over a bottle of merlot. If you manage to follow through the schedule, the hunched nightmare will end up a dream. Junmyeon and Minseok arrive around noon, flanked by a new face under the name Lu Han. He was a former member of EXO, and whereas four years ago he left the group, remained close to them. Especially Minseok and Sehun. The time shared with them is short, they're way too jetlagged to engross into substantial conversations, but it is enough to decide you like Han. He is handsome, funny, and looks adorable when the corner of his lips wrinkle in multiple waves when he laughs. Not long after the three boys scurry upstairs to rest, Heechul walks in. Black sunglasses cover half his face; his chin covered under a wool scarf. He is tired as well, and just like Junmyeon and the others, hurry upstairs to crawl to bed. By the time Aisha and Sehun are plotting some weird late night dinner back at the village, your lids grow heavier and stubborn to doze off. Your friends pout, Aisha almost dropping to her knees and begging you to come along, both eager for some adventures. You turn them off, promising a night out in town the next day. With lips still pursed, they agree. You finally ponder over who mustn't be named when you turn your back to your closed bedroom door and walk over to the bed, wondering if it was the right choice to leave New York instead of trying to talk things out with him. He had called. Yes, he had. Like twenty or thirty times before the woods and the weather robbed the service from your phone. Maybe it was destiny talking. What if it was written in the stars? You laugh. Right. The thoughts of him continue as you sit on the edge of the mattress, bending over to rummage through your still unpacked bag in pursuit of dental floss and toothbrush. His image in your head, black hair and green eyes, persists as you walk to the bathroom, hands twisting to open the faucet. The water is warm (Thank God!) and you bring your wet palms to splash the liquid in your face, hoping it will wash away the thoughts of your ex-boyfriend. You're unsure to be prepared for a life without him, neither you feel hauled back to him. For goodness sake, you can't even recall the exact detonate of the breakup. Did the argument start over a toaster? You think so. The foam had already formed in your mouth when a loud noise downstairs startles you. First, the door slams closed, next what-sounds-like a vase collides against the floor, and then, furniture grides along the wood of the storey. You put on a robe and hurry out of the bedroom the moment heavy footsteps climb the staircase, familiar giggles throbbing in your ears. Holy shit. At your sides, your fingers fumble with each other; grappled to hold onto the closest thing they can find to squeeze as the recognition of the silhouette in the dark confirms your suspicions. It is Baekhyun. With some long-legged blonde that has wrapped her limbs around his waistline. The uncomfortable nature of your body language is evident to him -and any living creature that could witness you right now, to be honest. Only a fool couldn't distinguish it at meters away - it is a scream, how you attempt to fold into yourself, keeping your arms as close to your chest as possible, like you were hoping to keep the pieces of your heart together. If he were near enough, standing by your side rather than mingling with that blonde, he would pinpoint your pulse hammering at the base of your neck, as alike as it drummed when you first touch each other. Baekhyun disentangles himself from the girl, eyes locked on your figure as in a whisper, he asks her to leave. She obeys, concealing her wounded pride and disappointment the best she could manage, but failing miserably. It's not like you're making a great work to hide your feelings either, and you hate it, with all in you. "I didn't know you were here," he murmurs, gazes united, as he moves in your direction. It takes a blink of an eye to have him right in front of you. With him so proximate, your nostrils can perceive his aroma —like Baekhyun and alcohol and a faint hint of lemon. He smells like freedom and recklessness, a rendezvous, or what it feels like to entwine hands and jump off a cliff. His face is close to yours as well, nose pressed against the soft bridge of your nose, and his eyelashes are fanning the little hairs of your scalp. It’s easier then, although the weight of the world quickly descended over your shoulders, to think of him and only him. It's also easier to stutter. "It w-was kind of a last minute thing-g." “If I'd known I-,” he shushes softly, an apologetic tone to his voice. “I would have never..." Baek’s index finger traces a slow path to behind your ear and back up; forehead now rested against yours. Fighting back the journey to memory lane is helpless — both standing alike, if not the same way, like the night you locked lips the very first time. Even the smell of alcohol is the same, and you can swear he also drank mojitos tonight. You're drunk as well, of the memories itching your skin, reminiscing it burnt under his touch as his sticky lips dragged with yours, bodies pressed together as his beautiful long fingers raked through your hair, and your waist and your hips. His breathing was equally as heavy as it is now, so as your body, trembling from his proximity. That man, that damn man, is your weakness. Always have been, and you feared, still will be. "Baek..." It's been forever since you called him by his nickname and he delights in the sound, relishes, yet he can't be deaf to the bewilderment in your voice and takes in the small furrow to your eyebrows. You look confused and tense, even with your eyes shut as gently as they can with a headache beginning to undergo. He shakes his head, a sigh confined in his lungs and ed as he permits his head to travel down, coming to a stop once his nose has reached the tip of your earlobe. Baekhyun clears his throat, “I'm sorry.” When your eyes pop open, he doesn’t encounter the expected reject around your iris. Your gaze is sweet, almost endearing, slipping off the distant facade. He shifts a bit but decides against the desire to touch you once more, aching to feel your skin again. It's been so long, and he's been so stupid. And you've been so fucking stubborn. But the urge is too strong, unstoppable, so the gifts himself the chance to touch you once more, be close to you once more, linger just a second —the damaged skin of his lips land on your collarbones, where it leaves a peck. "Goodnight."
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