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Chapter 50: A Girls Best Friend

sexually suggestive, implied torture & interrogation tactics, murder

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You wouldn’t say that Jeonghan’s call interrupted a very intimate moment, but it did, and he almost instantly clocked it when Seungcheol answered. Jeonghan laughed and laughed until Cheol told him that he was glad things went well, but he had important business to take care of.

You weren’t going to hear the end of it.

You woke up to Seungcheol attached to your back, squeezing you tightly like you’d slip away in the night. The shirt you wore – his shirt – had ridden up, enough that his warm hands rested on the skin of your stomach. His breath was gentle on the back of your neck, calm and relaxing.

There was shuffling beyond the door, the hushed chatter of the morning. You needed to get up and start the day, who knew exactly what happened to Jeonghan and his team the previous night. All was fine, but they were radio silent for a while.

As you attempted to get up, Seungcheol grumbled in protest, muttering a string of ‘ no’s . Your heart fluttered.

“It’s morning, Cheol, we need to get up.”

“The bed is comfortable, Angel…Stay longer.”

“You already missed all of yest-’

The door opened suddenly, light piercing the darkness from the hallway then the lights within the room were flicked on. You both hissed, covering your eyes, but that didn't stop the only person who’d do such a thing.

“Good morning, love birds!” Jeonghan cheered, practically skipping towards your side of the bed. “I had such a wild day yesterday, thanks for asking! And when I called my girlfriend to check in, like she asked, imagine my surprise when her third boyfriend answered instead!”

“Hannie please-”

“But not only that!” He exclaimed, jumped into the bed, pulling you away from Seungcheol. “You guys were doing the nasty! Right in front of my salad!”

“Dude, shut up-” Cheol mentioned to the door, sitting up. Your front was now fully pressed into Jeonghan’s chest. “You left the door open!”

“The door didn’t save anyone’s ears last night!” Mingyu’s voice rang through as he passed the room.

“The walls aren’t thin, but dear god.” Jihoon complained, joining Mingyu wherever they were heading to in the penthouse.

“Some of us were trying to sleep,” Wonwoo wasn’t far behind.

You hid your face in Jeonghan’s chest, screaming so half-heartedly that both your boyfriends laughed. “ I want to die-”

Soonyoung appeared at the door, leaning against the frame. “At least you are getting something-”

You sat up, exasperated, “Are all of you here?!”

“Yep,” Jeonghan popped the ‘p’. “All fourteen of us.”

“Can we forever not talk about my sex life specifically?”

“Too late-” Joshua moved past Soonyoung, standing with his arms crossed.

“To be fair, we didn’t hear anyone come home.” Cheol tried to defend, but Joshua shook his head.

“Only because you were too busy coming somewhere else.”

Your face was burning up with embarrassment, no doubt the same shade as a tomato. Cheol wasn’t much better, cheeks burning red, and Jeonghan was living for it. Joshua looked a little miffed, but there was definitely a hint of a smirk that threatened to break out on his face. Soonyoung took the moment to take his leave.

“You know,” You stood on the bed, pulling the t-shirt down to cover as much of you as it could. “I’m going to do the walk of shame and sit on my computer going through the SVT server-”

“Not much of a walk of shame if your apartment is a floor down-” You kicked Jeonghan in the arm, leaning down to kiss both him and Seungcheol.

Jumping off the bed, you gathered your discarded clothes, along with any other item you had brought, and dashed to Joshua, giving him a kiss as well. You struggled to quickly put on your pants, hollering a goodbye and trying not to make eye contact with any of the guys as you rushed out. A few of them laughed in your wake.

Your apartment was dark, expectedly, a slight chill to the air before the heat kicked on to warm the space. Jeonghan and Joshua probably wouldn’t be too far behind, more than likely to tease you, then to head off to their work for the day. You needed to change desperately despite how much you like Seungcheol’s t-shirt. You were going to keep it either way…

As you changed, the sound of the front door opening, closing, and the sing-song tone of your name falling from Jeonghan’s lips was heard. He sounded entirely too entertained. That stirred trouble for you if he had the chance.

“Mouse~” Joenghan sang as he entered your room.

“Do not start,” You said pointedly, half-heartedly throwing a glare his way.

He leaned himself against the door frame of the closet, arms crossed over his chest. The smirk was ever prominent. “Sounds like you and Cheol had a lot of fun last night.”

“Jeonghan!” You tossed the sweater you were going to put on at his face, which he caught effortlessly. “Come on.”

“What?! It’s good to know when Shua and I are busy, someone can keep you satis-”

“I don’t want you to finish that statement.” Joshua peered over to you past the other man’s shoulder. You grabbed your sweater back from Jeonghan to put it on in a huff.

“Jealous, Joshua?”

“Barely.” He was definitely lying. “Now can you stop being a little shit?”

Jeonghan pushed off the door frame to gather you in his arms, peppering gentle kisses all over your face. You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of your chest, letting him finish off with a tight hug. “Now I can.”

Joshua sidestepped Jeonghan when he parted from you, hearing the latter man chuckle quietly. He placed a kiss to your lips then another to your forehead, hands resting respectfully on your waist.

“Are you coming to the warehouse?” He asked, head tilted to the side.

Shaking your head, you gave him a peck on the cheek. “I’m going to stay here and follow up on the MX server stuff. Wonwoo didn’t have time to check. Who knows, maybe I’ll find something to give us any important information.”

“Good luck. Dinner tonight?”

“One or both of you?” Your eyes caught on Jeonghan.

“Probably just you two.” Jeonghan hummed. “Fight club stuff tonight. Planning for future events and prep for upcoming nights. Might be back to sleep here if it isn’t too late.”

With small goodbyes, way more kisses than necessary, and Joshua telling you he’d text you about dinner later, they were off for the day. You ordered breakfast and something to heat up for lunch, knowing you had to go food shopping sooner or later if you were going to stay in the city longer. Another day’s problem, you told herself, but there was always delivery, unless Sona kicked your ass to leave the apartment.

Sitting at your computer, cuddled up with a blanket, food, and tea, you pulled up all the systems needed to begin your spoof hunting.

Finding the spoof file, giving the information from ATZ’s server, was relatively easy. Honestly, it felt a little too easy to find the files just sitting there out in the open. From the server info, it was at least easy to spot, but it was literally a file with nothing in it. You lost a brain cell thinking about it, but relayed the info to Wonwoo, who wasn’t surprised. You let him know you’d be going through the system again to see if anything was left over.

Now, as you stared at the screen for the fifth hour, something stood out to you.

Random lines of unnecessary numbers embedded into the code. The sequence of the numbers, the groups of them, were spread out, so you didn’t catch the pattern at first. Unless Wonwoo did it, which you highly doubted, you know this was their thing.

Pulling out a pen and paper, you wrote the numbers down.

1 12, 19, 9, 7, 18 18, 5, 1 14, 5, 9, 18, 6, 4 5, 20, 2, 19 15, 1, 9, 4, 19, 1, 13, 14

And if they were going with the same simple cipher…

A Girls Are Friend Best Diamond

You rolled her eyes

Diamonds were a girl's best friend.

“So original.”You started at the top of the code, hating that you’d have to go through every single line to delete it all. Once you were done, you’d tell Wonwoo.

The process was slow, finding each sequence and making sure it was nothing of importance before getting rid of it. Somehow this felt more mentally torturous than the actual torture they subjected you to. The thought did make you laugh now. Maybe you’d tell Tessa that when you spoke with her next.

Joshua did text you as he said he would, asking if you wanted to go out or stay in. You were deep into the code, maybe half way through, but you knew you’d need to see the proper light of day sometime. He told you he’d be back to pick you up soon, and you just realized how late it got. The sun was barely seen, darkness creeping into the night. How did the day slip by so easily?!

You got up quickly, feeling the angry hunger from missing lunch and no snacks to sustain you. Joshua sent a follow up text, telling you he was craving something casual, thank god , and you only needed to freshen up.

By the time he arrived, you were waiting patiently in the garage and slipped into the passenger seat.

“Hey.” He took your hand when you settled, kissing your knuckles. “How was the day?”

You grimaced. “Okay, stared at a computer from the time you left to the time you texted.”

Joshua smiled gently, heading off to the dinner spot, one hand constantly in yours. “Anything good?”

“Yeah, but it was nothing, just a spoof code on top of the spoof they left on everyone’s servers.” You gave an exaggerated fake gag. “ Diamonds are a girl’s best friend . Like, come on, that is dumb but I know they left it for me to find.”

“They are just trying to get under everyone’s skin.”

You took his hand into both of yours. “How about you? What happened today?”

“Cheol, Jeonghan, and I went through all the stuff from last night's op. There was a lot of stuff being brought over all night so it took all day to get through and organize. Plus, with you going through the files, Seungkwan and Mingyu are ahead on those reports.”

You couldn’t hide the small smile on your lips on being helpful in some way. Joshua snickered as he glanced at you, pulling into the diner’s parking lot.

“Everything is status quo aside from that. The clubs are fine, Pledis is fine, and we aren’t worried.” Shrugging, Joshua got out in a rush and hurried to open the passenger door for you. “Shall we?”

Taking his hand, you hugged his arm once the door was closed. “We shall, and I’m always here to help you guys out.”

“Trust me, Cheol would not stop joking that you should be in charge some days so he can take a break.”

You let him lead the way inside, taking a seat in a secluded corner. “It’s just a desk job with a lot of thinking. With all of you involved, I’m surprised Cheol does so much himself.”

“He’s always been like that,” Joshua tucked you into his side, greeting the waiter when he came over. You both ordered drinks before he continued. “He shoulders all the responsibility, doesn’t want to stress others out, only to stress himself into early balding.”

“With all the hair he has currently, him balding seems more traumatic than the shit they did to me.” Your joke only got a grimace from Joshua, but when you snickered, he did join in. “You know who would look worse bald? Mingyu with his big ass head.”

“Oh lord,” Joshua nodded, hiding his face in your hair. “I don’t want to imagine any of the guys bald, especially not Chan.”

“You wanna know who I think would look good bald? Vernon. Good egg shaped head.”

“Do you think of all of us bald often?”

“Nah,” You shook your head. “Only when I got tired of staring at you guys at dinner. Before I sat back at the table with everyone.”

You couldn’t sleep, nor for any particular reason, you just couldn’t close your eyes long enough to knock out. It was one of the first restless nights in a while. Joshua was asleep at your side and Jeonghan was in the shower, scrubbing off the remnants of the long day. He apologized if he woke you, but you only brushed him off.

“Go to sleep.” Jeonghan was at the side of the bed, drying his hair with a small towel.

“I wish I could.” You spoke in a hushed tone, not wanting to rouse Joshua in any way. “Been awake since he passed out.”

“Penny for your thoughts?” Sitting now at the edge of the bed, Jeonghan reached out to run a hand through your hair.

Shaking your head, you took his hand, holding it over your heart. “Nothing pertinent I can think of. Just a night with a little too much energy,” Jeonghan looked down at you tiredly, a crooked smile on his lips.

“I can stay up with you.”

“Don’t,” You moved to sit up, Joshua stirred at your side but stayed asleep. “You’ve been up for a while. I’m just going to find something to do around the house then come back to bed.”

“You sure, love?”

Standing now, you pushed him to lie down, tucking him in like he wasn’t a full grown adult. He chuckled as you fretted over him and Joshua, placing a kiss to both of their cheeks. Out in the hallway, you know you could clean, even though there was little to clean with how decent you left it, or you could bored yourself into oblivion.

You sat down at your computer and pulled up the lines of code, hoping to continue the deletion of MX’s lovely message. Pricks, And you forgot to tell Wonwoo-

You did end up losing track of time again, line after line scrolling past your vision as you skimmed, found, checked, and removed the numbers. By the time you reached the end, your eyes hurt, back ached, and you were finally tired. Luckily the sun hadn’t risen, so you shuffled to bed, body light, eyes heavier, and went to sleep.

Morning came way too quickly, Joshua’s phone ringing loud enough to wake all three of you up. You, plastered to Jeonghan’s back, groaned and grumbled, hearing the third of your current trio answer the call.

“Hello-” He cleared his throat, but Jeonghan rolled over to smother you, leaving you unable to hear much of the rest.

“Too early, shut the fuck up.” That you could hear loud and clear from Jeonghan. He only pulled you closer, tucking you into his body with his chin atop your head.

“They sank another one of ATZ’s boats.”

“What?”

You were wide awake now, pushing back away from Jeonghan. Joshua got up, same with Jeonghan, both starting to get ready.

“When?”

“Last night, but they caught one of their guys. Cheol wants Soonyoung, Jeonghan, and I to meet up with them and get the interrogation going.”

You stood too, moving to join them in the closet. “I’m coming with you-”

“Mouse, no-”

“I’m coming with you or I’m calling Wooyoung to tell me where you’ll be.”

“That is devious.” Jeonghan snickered, tossing you a dress shirt. “But effective, let's go.”

The sun was barely on the horizon when you arrived. Seungcheol and Soonyoung weren’t surprised to see you with Joshua and Jeonghan. Hongjoong, Seonghwa, and Mingi were, though, standing before the entrance to the shipyard, owned and operated by ATZ. They greeted you with simple nods as you and the guys followed them further in towards the docks to a small, metal building, vents seen, but not a window in sight, the door thick as Hongjoong pushed it open.

“So far, we haven’t gotten him to talk.” Mingi spoke first once the door was securely shut. “But we also only found him an hour ago in the water right before we called you.”

“I can give it a try.” Soonyoung hummed , a dark look in his eyes.

It clicked with you that this would be the first time seeing Soonyoung work . ‘Interrogator’ he once called himself. You’ve seen enough movies to know what he was talking about with his aid.

“Be my guest.” Hongjoong mentioned forward, your eyes catching on yet another metal door that Soonyoung eagerly moved towards.

A hand was pressed flat against your lower back, warming the skin beneath your shirt. Seungcheol appeared in your peripheral vision, a brow raised in curiosity.

“Surprised to see you here, Mouse.” Hongjoong hummed, giving you a once over. His eyes looked as tired as you felt. “But good to see you nevertheless.”

“Can’t miss out on the action, can I, Captain?” You could see the quirk of the corner of his lips. “Was anyone hurt?”

“No, thankfully,” You saw relief in his eyes, some of the tension he held in his shoulders fading. “After the first attack, we put out decoys to hopefully catch them and put some of our people that could safely use dive equipment to get away. We had some patrols in the water too so help wasn’t too far behind. That’s how we managed to catch this straggler.”

Soonyoung and Mingi were already beyond the next threshold, the door left open behind them. You took an assertive step forward, each step after leading you closer to a scene you knew all too well.

The man, who you could only guess wasn’t much older than you, was tied down to a wooden chair, face beaten and bruised. A single, large construction lamp blazed down on his form. He wore a heavy, tired glare, eyes flickering between Soonyoung and Mingi. By how hard he was breathing through his mouth and all the blood on his face, you guessed his nose was broken.

Soonyoung whistled in amusement, “Already had a number done on you and you still won’t talk?” The rhetoric question hung in the air, the man never dropping his glare.

You stepped to the side of the room when Mingi moved to get something, the rest of the guys following in. A second chair sat not far from where the man sat, and a small metal cart with a tool roll sat closed atop it on the other side of him. Seungcheol hung in the back with Hongjoong while Seonghwa flanked your left with Jeonghan and Joshua standing on your right.

Soonyoung discarding his jacket onto the empty chair off to the side, a hum leaving him once more the entire time. Mingi was opening and sorting through the rolled up pack of tools, most clean while others were speckled with rust or crusted, dried blood. Your stomach turned, but you kept your expression neutral.

“We can do this the easy way, man,” Soonyoung spoke to him as if he was speaking to a friend, moving towards the cart. He picked up a small hammer and pliers in one hand, his other hand motioning vaguely in the air. “Or we can do this the hard way, which would you prefer?”

The man didn’t answer, clenching his jaw before spitting blood the best he could at Soonyoung’s feet. His eyes took in the others before landing on you, a sneer spreading on his lips.

In the moment, a realization hit you, a recognition you didn’t put together until you locked eyes, blood pumping in your veins like a roaring fire.

Along with Joker , when awoke in the second van while being taken, he was there, the same sneer before you were knocked out.

Your fists clenched tightly, his eyes boring into yours. The sneer turned more into a smirk, him seemingly coming to the same realization you did.

Soonyoung and Mingi followed his gaze to you, a haunting look on both their faces.

“They said your actions of preparing were predictable.” He was speaking to you for some reason, like no one else was in the room. “They still are.”

Hands were on concealed weapons as the man finally spoke, as if he could do much tied up tightly. The rush of blood through your body was loud in your ears.

“Oh yeah?” You cooled your temper, stepping close. No one liked that based on how they all tensed. “I will admit, Mouse caught in a trap was clever. Almost spooked me. A lot of planning must have gone into plotting that out, huh? What I don’t get though, is why Monsta X has been playing children’s games instead of going full force on us.”

You moved to Mingi’s side, nodding at him to back up. Eying the tools on the cart, you picked up a folding knife, easily opening it.

“Then I reminded myself that Monsta X thinks we aren’t a much bigger, much scarier force to go against with our allies.” You saw a familiar flicker of uneasiness behind the man’s eyes. “So…I’m going to take a guess here, please tell me if I’m wrong, but something big is coming that you have knowledge about.”

Turning the knife over in your hand, you watched the metal glimmer in the light. “Or they left you in the water to be caught and you know something, a pawn to put it simply. One option makes you a fool while the other makes you a fool and valuable. Which are you?”

“Unlike all of you, I’m no fool, Mouse.” He swallowed thickly, keeping his eyes on you. “Neither is Monsta X and the rest of our people.”

“Debatable.” You flipped the knife for the blade to face down and slammed it into the seat of the chair between his legs. He jumped with an audible hiss of fear. “Guess it’s the hard way, Ace, Lion , have fun.”

Turning, Soonyoung was smirking, you thought he was impressed with your little show of power, spinning the pliers between his fingers now. “Gladly, Mouse. ”

Looking past him, a wide smirk was on Jeonghan and Hongjoong’s faces, but shock and disbelief were on others. You stepped back between Seonghwa and your first two boyfriends, saying nothing as Soonyoung and Mingi got to work.

The questions started simple; Why did Monsta X sink the ship? Where is their current hide out? What do they have planned? The list went on.

Whenever a question went unanswered, much like Monsta X did to you, they hurt him. One of two things happened, either a fingernail was ripped out or a hammer was slammed into one of his fingers, one at a time, to break the bones there. The man’s screams and shouts of pain reverberated off the walls, each more weak than the last, energy drained. His head drooped and his breathing was laboured, the harsh sound of teeth grinding together reached your ears.

You didn’t feel sorry for him, part of you attributed the apathy for the necessary retribution for your torture. The first step in a long line of reckoning Monsta X would face at the hands of you, SVT, and your allies.

The next crunch of bones breaking reminded you of breaking Joker’s nose, the sound ringing through your thoughts. You didn’t stop the smirk that spread on your face.

“Okay!” He shouted before Soonyoung brought the hammer down again, gasping out a break, visibly shaking. “I’ll talk- I’ll talk but only to her-”

“No-” Jeonghan stepped forward.

“Deal.” You cut him off, “I’ll listen.”

“Mouse,” Seonghwa didn’t like the idea, clearly frowning. “You don’t have to-”

You turned to Joshua, pushing his jacket open to take the holstered gun at his side, checking the safety. Even he looked bewildered.

“Just in case.” You turned to the man when Seungcheol stopped you.

“You don’t have to end it if you don’t want to,” You knew what he meant, killing the guy once you got what everyone needed. If he was released, he would be killed either way. “We can.”

“I know,” You nodded towards the door. “Go, I got it.”

Placing the gun down on the cart, muzzle towards the guy, you pulled the second chair closer to sit down. It took a few moments for all of them to exit, leaving you with the bloodied and broken man before you.

“You wanna talk? Then talk. I don’t have all day.”

“Look,” He heaved in a breath, “They were keeping shit locked down for months. We, the henchmen I guess, haven’t seen them, aside from those who aided in snatching you. We got orders ahead of time to hit certain locations, certain ways, everything planning out to the T, however they wanted. We figured they’d tell us when they had a plan for SVT or anyone outside of these smaller marks.”

“So you were a fool like I thought. A pawn.” Your response was blasé, crossing your arms. “Were you given an order for somewhere after this?”

“ Loki’s fight club, next fight.” Your eyes locked with his and you instantly knew he was lying.

“You need to do better than that if you want to lie.” Reaching out, you pulled the knife from the spot between his legs. “Try again and don’t lie to me this time.”

The man held your bored stare, catching a glance at the knife you held. “There wasn't any other mission after this one, not yet at least. As far as we know, Monsta X has been radio silent. No contact since we got this info to hit a ship a week ago.”

Nodding, you stayed quiet to let him go on, looking at your nails, continuing your uninterested look.

“Did you enjoy the message within the servers?” Though he was still drained that smirk from earlier was back on his face. There it was.

It gained no outward reaction from you but you were piqued. “ Diamonds are a girl’s best friend . Still will the children’s games. Why are they so fascinated with me? I’m bored of it all.”

“Playing with their toys is their favorite pastime, to know how long it takes to break them.” He cleared his throat. “You were just the easiest target for them.”

“Riveting,” Rolling your eyes, you stood up. “Are we done here? Or will you annoy me with your nonsense for longer?”

“Personally, my favorite part of your capture was when you were locked inside the box.” His words were sharp and you froze no longer than a second. “Screaming and begging to be let out or just crying.”

The knife was gone from your hand and the gun quickly replaced it, safety off before you could process it. The muzzle was pressed firmly to the center of his forehead, and the sick fuck pushed forward into it.

“You sounded so pitiful in there.”

You stopped hearing him, seeing his lips move but no sound reached you. Your hand was trembling, trying to stay grounded in the moment rather than being thrown back into your demise. Your current location didn’t help. Kihyun’s face was stark in your mind when you closed your eyes to breathe.

Next time your eyes opened, the man was no longer before you. Tied to the chair now was Kihyun, grinning maniacally, staring dead into your eyes.

“Your apology was so genuine.” That was Kihyun’s voice that you heard. “ I’m sorry for not-”

You pulled the trigger with all the hatred and anger that rested in your very soul, boiling just under your skin, under the brand that was a constant reminder.

Your ears rang from the shot. Almost in slow motion you felt the splatter of blood hit you, some even landing on your face, the smell of metallic iron thick in your sense. You took a single deep breath. One blink and the man was staring back at you, lifeless, limp. You dropped your arm holding the gun and placed it on the cart, his body sagging as the door swung open.

“Mouse?” There was hesitation in Jeonghan’s voice. You didn't hear the door open.

You raised your head, breaking your eyes away from his body, anger bubbling still, and you looked over your shoulder to them. “He said there were no other hit locations after this one as far as he knew. The last one, this one on the ships, was planned for a week. MX has been radio silent outside of that. They hadn’t heard from them in days.”

“Okay,” He spoke slowly, the rest of the guys entering the room, taking in the situation, the man, and you more importantly. “Do you need anything?”

“A towel and some rubbing alcohol would be nice if I can’t take a shower somewhere around here.” You looked down at the blood on your hand and the small, wet splotches on your shirt. “And probably some new clothes too. I’ll get blood on something.”

“The dock house’s office has a shower for when Hongjoong has a long night here.” Seonghwa spoke up. “I can take you over there while this is…cleaned up as well. I’ll find some clothes too. Wooyoung needed to head here sometime soon so I’ll have him stop to get something.”

“Thanks,” You took another calming breath, some metaphorical weight raised off your shoulders unexpectedly. It confused you. You moved towards Seonghwa, seeing the various expressions on everyone’s faces. “I’m okay, don’t worry too much.”

Your boyfriends shared a look, even Hongjoong joined in.

“We can…talk later. Go get cleaned up.” Seungcheol added, calm in his tone but worry in his eyes.

“Come on,” Seonghwa ushered you out with haste.

The moment the door closed, Jeonghan felt like he would fall over. He wheezed out the breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Holy shit,” Seungcheol whispered, the words barely reaching Jeonghan’s ears.

“She,” Soonyoung picked up his discarded jacket from the chair, taking in the dead man before them. “She actually did it.”

Jeonghan ran a hand through his hair, the look on Mouse’s face when they came in etched into his mind.

She looked okay, actually okay, like she stated. However, despite her eyes looking fully aware and there, something else lingered beneath the surface, something he couldn’t put a word to yet. She didn’t have that hollow, vacant look most have when they killed someone, especially if it was their first kill. He swore she looked calm, like something within her was at peace for the time being. He didn’t know anyone that ever looked like that after such a deed.

“They didn’t talk for long, maybe ten minutes,” Hongjoong spoke up, rounding the cart and standing behind the man, avoiding the blood splatter on the floor. “Clean through, she must have pressed the muzzle to his forehead before taking the shot.”

“His eyes were open.” Seungcheol moved closed, leaning down to look at the man before his eyes went between everyone. “When someone, think of us, our people for example, go through their first kill, they usually are panicking after, doubling over to throw up. She…She didn’t do any of that, or maybe she will when they get to the dock house, but that wasn’t normal. That look in her eyes. She was more worried about blood on her hands, not the metaphorical kind.”

“I’m all for trauma responses being different but that was weird.” Soonyoung shook his head.

“Agreed,” Jeonghan sighed, collecting his thoughts. “We’ll have to talk to her and figure out what’s going on in her head.”

“Just don’t push her,” Mingi added, moving to wrap up the roll of tools, focusing on the task. “Right now, she might not fully understand what she did or why. I’ve been there.”

“Observe her, she isn’t like the guys.” Hongjoong pulled out his phone, sending off a quick message.

“We can head back to the dock house, our guys will be here in a few to clean up.”

You and Seonghwa didn’t speak the entire, short walk to the dock house. You didn’t see a single worker. Seonghwa led with you at his side and you’d occasionally feel the glances he sent your way.

It was understandable, the worry he, or any of the guys, had. You killed a once living, breathing person, without hesitation.

Your brand itched.

“I just replaced all the towels in there so they should all be clean.” Seonghwa pushed the bathroom door open, flicking on the lights. “Wooyoung is on his way with clothes, shouldn’t be long. The cabinet to the side had medical supplies so you can replace your bandages. Take your time though.”

You gave him a thank you , eyeing the red splotches on your hand. The sports were nowhere near warm anymore, the cold air outside having chilled his blood and your skin on the walk over.

Unlike the last time you were covered in some amount of blood, when Mingyu was shot, you didn’t feel sick. You didn’t feel the numbness radiating down your limbs. You didn’t feel like crying. Nothing moved in slow motion. Your senses weren’t in overdrive.

You undressed easily, more disappointed that your nice dress shirt got dirty. You washed your hands before carefully moving the bandage from your chest, no hint of anger or annoyance as you stared at it in the mirror.

Somehow you felt calm, the piece of a puzzle you couldn’t fully see falling into place. Like you knew what you had and needed to do.

The calm wasn’t confusing, you welcomed the peace, the quiet, much more accepting of the unknown the future brought.

You would do anything to protect those you cared about, no matter what happened to you. You promised yourself that, standing under the spray of the shower head, the warm water washing away the chill of the late winter outside.

You showered in silence, scrubbing your skin gently but thoroughly, thinking back to the little room and the man.

He deserved it, the bullet to the head for working with Monsta X, for aiding in your kidnapping, for everything he had done that you didn’t know about. He deserved it for mocking your pain and torture.

All of Monsta X would deserve it when you got your-

No.

You shook your head to clear your thoughts.

When everyone got their hands on them. Everyone was involved, not just you.

A knock came and Wooyoung’s voice floated in from the now open door, telling you the clothes he brought were in a bag by the door. You were quick to towel off and rebandage your chest, taking a moment to give yourself a once over.

It was a little funny, thinking back to your shower after helping with Mingyu, how different you looked. Back then you looked sad, hollow, a ghost of yourself, while now, you held yourself with a stronger composure, a strength you hadn’t seen in yourself, a need of purpose. It was a good change, but you would need to watch yourself for sure…

Stepping out, the small group of guys, with the addition of Wooyoung, hung around the office. Hongjoong was at his desk, Seonghwa beside him, reading some papers. Your boyfriends, along with Soonyoung, Mingi, and Wooyoung, sat at a smallish table with mismatching chairs that you didn’t notice when you came in originally. The members of SVT looked over you head to toe with worry. Wooyoung and Mingi shared a look you couldn’t read.

“I’ll have your clothes cleaned,” Seonghwa broke the silence and you ruffled your hair with the towel as you stepped closer. “Do you need anything?”

“Nah, I’m okay, thanks.” You shook your head, “Are we heading to the warehouse?”

Jeonghan, Joshua, and Seungcheol shared a look, but all of them relented.

“Yeah, we can go,” Joshua spoke first, nodding. “You ready?”

“Mhmm, I’m good.” You hung the towel in the bathroom, thanking the ATZ members once more, in full, before leaving.

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Chapter 33

Beyond the Lens - Logbook Videographer!Reader x OT8 Ateez

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Disclaimer: This story is purely a work of fiction. It is not meant to assume or mock anything about Ateez, Atiny, or anything relating to what I do not know about being a videographer. This story will follow several of the events that Ateez have done in the past year for Golden Hour Part 2, that being said I will not be able to include everything.

Contains she/her pronouns.

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General Warnings: cussing, conflict, angst, fluff, and obliviousness.

CHAPTER WARNINGS - Get tissues this will make you cry! (I'm kinda sorry in advance) Mentions of grandparental death, READ WITH CAUTION AND AT YOUR OWN RISK!

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The next almost three hours were spent in and out of sleep while leaning against Hongjoong –who was constantly playing with your hair– and listening to the boys talk about various things. You were currently listening to Yunho and Mingi argue about something to do with one of the games he was playing on his switch. You didn't have to be looking at Hongjoong to know he was rolling his eyes. Yeosang didn’t really participate in the conversations of the two either. He was just sitting there with your hand in his on the top of the table and rubbing soothing lines across the top of your knuckles; and on occasion he played with your moon phase ring.

You had been thinking, which generally was not good today but it was something you wanted –no, needed– to do. You had come up with a plan that was to be executed before the end of the day. When Jiwoon pulled up in front of your aunt’s shop Hongjoong had immediately got up and motioned for you to go first. No one stood in preparation to get off; they just watched as you took off down the stairs of the bus and ran toward the doors of the shop. The door flung open at your shove and the little bell rang loudly. You were met with the smiling faces of your aunt Melody and Dahlia.

When they saw your tear stained face they immediately moved out from behind the counter and came to bring you into a group hug. You squeezed the two of them tightly and more tears ran down your face. They knew you always had a hard time today; and being so close to your old home was likely not helping the situation. You stood there with them breathing them in without having to worry about other people surrounding you. This was the first time in years that you had seen them while you weren't on the job. They were the same as they were several years ago, Dahlia was dressed in light colors and your aunt was in earthy tones. Feeling their arms wrapped around you was something you hadn’t even considered you would miss. But right here, right now you were reliving all of the times they offered you comfort when you needed it. The bell above the door rang again. With a jump you separated yourself from them to turn to see who had walked in while you quickly wiped your face of any remnants of your tears. Your crew (this is how I am going to refer to the team and their spouses as a group from now on) were first followed closely by Ben and Athena and finally your boys. Dahlia tensed and you let out a snicker.

“Didn’t quite believe me did you?” Your small almost nasally voice only carried to her and your aunt. She shook her head and just stood there completely frozen. Hongjoong was the first to approach. He took your face in his hands and wiped under your glasses to capture the remaining tears; apparently you had missed some in your hastey attempt at getting rid of them. He hadn’t even acknowledged the two women standing slightly behind you. His dark eyes met yours and you gave him a tiny smile and a small nod of your head that you were okay for the time being. He smiled at you before tilting your head down to his level so he could give your forehead a gentle kiss. It was only after he made sure you were okay that he introduced himself to the women who were standing starstruck behind you.

The other boys had come by and checked in with you before introducing themselves. The rest of the people wandered around the bookshop and cafe portion of Scribe’s Garden Cafe Co. By the time the maknae approached you could tell that Dahlia was so close to completely losing her ever loving mind. “Hello, I’m Jongho, it is wonderful to meet our giggles’ family.”

You gave him a roll of your eyes and a smile while you reached out to lightly swat his shoulder. When you made contact with him he pretended to be actually hurt by laying his hand on the spot and giving you a shocked expression. “You’re a menace Apple Boy.”

He gave you a gummy grin in return and just kept his eyes on you. For not being able to hold much eye contact in the beginning of your relationship he had really come a long way. Now he could hold it for a few more seconds before turning his own shade of red. You turned to your cousin with a shit eating grin, determined to embarrass her in front of your baby bear.

“Be nice and introduce yourself Dal,” her glare was immediate before she turned back to Jongho.

“It’s wonderful to meet you as well Jongho, I can’t believe you’re actually here.” The three of you chuckled while she turned a very deep shade of red; which really stood out against the light colors she was wearing.

“You‘ll have to get used to seeing me around, we’re in this with her for life.” Dahlia looked over to you and her jaw was nearly on the floor. She truly didn’t believe that you were dating them until they came in and took care of you, and now– she was absolutely floored.

“You really weren’t shitting around with me. Holy fuck I need to sit down.” You let out a loud laugh as she offered Jongho a small smile before quickly turning on her heel and marching into the break room behind the counter.

You leaned over to Jongho “You’re her bias, if you couldn’t tell.”

He was snickering at your statement, “Really giggles? I wouldn’t have ever guessed.”

“She played it a lot better than I thought she would, her screaming was almost deafening when you showed up on our side of the stage yesterday.”

”Yeah, she is very loud when she wants to be; especially when it comes to you.” Your eyes shot over to Aunt Melody and she was grinning; entirely too pleased with embarrassing her daughter. Jongho was laughing lightly as he took in the statement.

“Jagi (sweetie)!” You turned around in a circle before spotting San who was standing on the stairs up to the greenhouse on the rooftop. He was animatedly waving you over and you raised your eyebrows at him.

“I want to know what kind of flower I’ve found.” You snickered and glanced over at your Aunt who was just grinning at his excitedness. Jongho offered you his arm and the two of you made your way over to where San was standing. He quickly took off up the stairs and almost tripped up the last one. Jongho let out a barely concealed snort of laughter at the older man while you slapped your hand over your mouth to cover your laughter. When you reached the top you pushed open the door and San was standing next to a tall plant with a gorgeous purple bloom on the top of the stem.

“That’s an iris, a pretty popular plant that grows from bulbs. It comes in many colors but the one that I have seen most is the purple one.”

“Do you have any of these at home?”

“I believe there are one or two in the garden.” He was just smiling at you while you spoke in a heavy mix of Korean and English.

“Shutterbug, are these marigolds?” With a glance you looked over at Hongjoong who was holding a small pot out in front of him.

“Yes, your favorites, that’s one I still need to get for the house.” He was grinning at you before he tucked the pot closer to himself.

”This one is mine then.”

“Songbird I’m not sure how well that would ship overseas.”

“I have a guy, that’s how I got them to your house anyway. Just put any of the ones you want on the counter and I will see what I can do about getting them to Y/n’s house.”

All of the boys in the vicinity let out a whoop and started scouring the shop looking for their favorites or ones that they just liked in general. Even Jongho separated from you and started looking around. You were shaking your head as you walked over to see the damage they were doing. So far there was Hongjoong’s set of marigolds and San had grabbed the iris he discovered earlier. You plopped onto the small stool behind the counter and set your chin on your hand just content watching the men thoroughly go through all of the plants while muttering to each other in quick Korean.

Your aunt wandered over to you and leaned against the counter mirroring your posture while you watched the boys wander around. Your crew, Ben, Athena, and Jiwoon had yet to make it up here. They most likely weren’t necessarily interested in the garden portion of the shop.

“So I am only counting seven, where’s Seonghwa?” your body reacted before your mind did, the knot in your throat formed immediately; you swallowed it down and responded.

“We flew him home for a couple of days. His grandfather passed away earlier today.” You felt her flinch, you didn’t have to even look at her to know she was looking at you with a shocked expression. “I had to fight –like they did for me– for him to be able to go back home.”

”Is that why today seemed like it was so much harder on you than normal?”

“Yeah, I think so. I think I didn’t fully process her being gone until today. After seeing Seonghwa break, I saw myself in the exact same position three years ago. I felt the heartbreak through him and it was like my soul cleaved in half all over again. It knocked reality into me in one of the worst ways possible. I hate that it took that to make me realize I was hiding in my grief trying to make it seem like she wasn't gone. Every other time I have spoken about her it’s felt like a fever dream. Now I’m just emotionally hungover from the break earlier.”

“I think you finally allowed yourself to break because they gave you a safe space to do so.” You turned and fully looked at your aunt with a tilt of your head. She was watching Wooyoung and San bicker about one of the flowers on the shelves.

”You’ve constantly been alone since it happened, you wouldn’t let people get close –even your mother– until they came around.”

“I had the team.” You flinched, your voice didn’t come out as strong as you hoped it would.

”But you felt obligated to be strong for them even when you were falling apart. With those boys you don’t. I haven’t even seen you around them for very long but I see the way your eyes linger on all of them when they are not even looking at you, how you immediately move when one of them calls for you. I watched as each of them checked in with you before even glancing in Dahlia and I’s direction. Yesterday I saw the love within your gaze as you watched them perform, and every time they came over to our side of the stage it was hard not to notice that they were looking at you and not the crowd behind you. Of course I was paying more attention to their eye contact and you than the others but still.”

“They remind me of her.” –You tucked your chin down to your chest– “All of them remind me of a piece of her.”

“I can see that too. Each one of them –even in the very little time I saw Seonghwa– showcases one of the many traits you loved about her. I’m happy you found them and that you feel safe enough with them to show things you haven’t even shown your family or best friends.”

“I’m happy I found them too. They’re my shining light at the end of the tunnel.”

“Y/n what do your boys like for drinks?” Dahlia was peeking her head around the door while she asked.

“I’ll just follow you back down, it’s a mouthful and a lot to remember.” You separated from leaning against the counter and stood to follow Dahlia back down. When you passed your aunt she gave your shoulder a squeeze without letting her eyes leave the giggling men among the many rows of flowers. As you walked down you could hear the chatter of the remaining people downstairs. All of them had gathered around one of the larger tables toward the back corner of the cafe area. They were all animatedly chatting in Korean and you snickered as Aurora’s hands flew while she was telling a story.

“They’ve been stuck in conversation since they got here.”

”Aurora and Forrest love to talk, if they can rope someone into a conversation it’ll last until they have to leave or it is interrupted.” You handed over your phone.

“Gurl. You seriously have a notes app filled with their drinks and favorite foods and random things that they like?”

“There are eight of them, it can be confusing when they have similar likes. For the most part I remember but this is just in case.” Dahlia rolled her eyes at you with a smile before turning to the several machines lined out behind the cafe counter.

“How did you even get into a relationship with them if you don’t mind me asking?” You stepped back behind the counter and started helping prepare the drinks.

“Short version is they were in a relationship before I even came around, I started working with them. They were absolute flirts; which I was completely oblivious to it actually being for me and not the camera or just them in general. After a few weeks of getting to know each other Hongjoong and I went on a motorcycle ride together and he asked me to join their relationship and we’ve been together ever since.” You spared her the dirty details, you really didn’t want her to know how your family still completely affected you even after seven years.

”How long has it been?”

“It really doesn’t feel like it, but I’ve actually known them for just about two months and we have been dating for just over a month.”

“So this entire thing is pretty new,” you gave her a nod before sliding one of the drinks onto the counter behind you.

”Yeah, but it feels like I have known them a lifetime. Which I mean is half true, I knew them several years before they knew me.”

”Semantics, but that’s also how the best love stories are. Especially the ones lining the romance section over there.”

“Isn’t that the truth.” She snickered at you as she was preparing the drinks. The two of you were dancing around the drink stations, falling into an easy rhythm just like you had years and years ago. You caught the attention of the people sitting in the corner with the blending of ingredients. One by one their curiosity got the best of them and they wandered over to lean on the counter where you and Dahlia were silently making drinks.

“Boo, when were you going to tell us that you can make drinks that aren’t alcoholic?” You looked over your shoulder from the espresso machine to see Aurora with a large smile on her face.

“It’s not ever really been relevant, why do you want something?” Her grin only widened and you set aside the drink for Hongjoong so Dahlia could finish it up. With a smirk thrown over your shoulder you started making her favorite drink, followed by the drinks of the rest of your crew. You were flipping things and making a show out of it while Dahlia was rolling her eyes at you being a show off. When you turned around and offered Aurora a beautiful looking caramel frappuccino her eyes widened as she snagged the drink from the counter and took a sip. Forrest was reaching out to try her drink and she immediately hid it against her chest while practically hissing like a cat.

“Holy shit.” You snickered –while Forrest snatched his hand back before she swung at him– and started making Willow’s strawberry creme frappuccino. All of you engaged in small talk while you were making drinks. Through the time you were talking Ben and Athena divulged the information they were dating, which made you almost drop Athena’s drink. Everyone sputtered and you were a laughing mess as you continued, they’re damn good at hiding that information. Willow and Aurora were absolutely interrogating Athena now while Asher shook his head with a grin and clapped Ben on the shoulder.

After you had finished making the drinks the group wandered back to their table and seemingly continued the conversation they were having before they came over. “Would you be okay with me borrowing your Jeep to go see Granny and Papa?”

Dahlia paused to look over to you with a smile before reaching into her pocket and grabbing her keys. ”I thought you would never ask.”

She tossed them to you and you caught them with one hand. With the other you pulled her into a hug. “For how much of a pain in my ass you are, you're the best little cousin I could have ever asked for. Thank you for everything, I love you so much.”

She squeezed you tightly, ”For how much you mom me you’re the best older cousin I could have asked for. Thanks for giving me your attitude, I love you too.”

You pulled away from her and set your hands on her shoulders and gave them a light squeeze. She gave you a large grin in response, god how you missed her. After a second of looking at each other she separated from you, grabbed a drink tray, put it down on the counter and the two of you started placing the eight drinks onto it. With years of practiced ease –from here and the bar in college– you hefted it onto your shoulder and walked straight for the stairwell. Dahlia beat you to it and when you got close to the top she held open the door for you. When you walked into the room all eyes fell on you and you were smiling at the men who had your heart. You walked over to the small table that was situated close to the door and set the tray down. “All of these are for you, find your name and enjoy loves.”

They flocked to you and offered you and Dahlia grateful smiles, small bows and thank yous. When all of them had grabbed their respective beverages, the last drink was staring up at you. Your name was sprawled out on the top of the cup with a heart following it in Dahlia’s handwriting. You snagged the cup and checked the contents, “You remembered.”

“As if I could ever forget.” She gave you a roll of her eyes and you wrapped your arm around her shoulders as you took a sip of your favorite drink.

“Just as good as always, thanks Dal.” She shrugged and started looking over the room which prompted you to do the same. Your boys had scattered and took seats in the various alcoves of the greenhouse. All of them were smiling and chatting at a million miles a minute in Korean. You walked over to the counter and saw the various colorful plants they had chosen. Hongjoong’s marigolds, Sannie’s iris, a small pot of black roses –which you knew the owner of immediately– red tulips, lily of the valley, oxeye daisies, and dwarf sunflowers, but there was one missing. You knew exactly which flower you were going to choose. You set your cup on the counter and gave your aunt a small smile before wandering over to where the marigolds were. You checked all of them over and picked one in a pretty blue pot with silver accents on it. When you made it back to the counter your aunt was counting everything up for her inventory to send off to the person she was going to send them with. You set the marigolds on the counter beside the others and she smiled at you.

“For Seonghwa –his favorite– since he couldn't be here.” Dahlia walked past you and whispered simp on her way to strike up conversation with the boys. You watched as she approached the smaller group of Yeosang, San and Wooyoung. They all greeted her with warm smiles and struck up conversation asking various questions in their varying levels of English. Maybe about you or maybe about being an Atiny in the states; who knows. You turned to look back at your aunt who was smiling at the group of them.

“They’re in good hands, I think I’m going to go and see Granny and Papa now. Don’t let them talk you into anything, and don’t let them pay. Just run my card and don’t say a word.” You reached into your pocket and pulled out your card to hand to your Aunt –she was smiling at you with a shake of her head as you handed it over– and walked back downstairs. The group downstairs hadn’t stopped their conversation in the slightest. You walked up behind Aurora and rested your chin on her shoulder.

“I’m going to go see my Granny and Papa. Don’t let the boys boss them around too much.” Aurora snorted with laughter before giving you a nod, you looked up at the rest of them and they were either doing the same or giving you a thumbs up. You stepped back and gave them a smile before walking out the doors to Dahlia’s car, she had taken off the top of her Jeep and was sporting many ducks on her dash. With a smile you climbed into it and started heading along the route you knew by heart.

The drive was peaceful under the night sky. It had cooled down significantly from when you were outside earlier so you were a little more comfortable in your tank and sweats. You turned up the Bluetooth and began rocking out to some of your favorite songs. Not even five minutes later you were pulling into the drive of the cemetery, you turned off the Jeep and started wandering the path toward two of your favorite people.

This path was worn, it made you wonder how many people came here late at night just like you. How many people came here to mourn the loss of a loved one under the moonlight in the quietest part of the day where no one was around to judge you. Your feet had carried you to the joint headstone. There they were. Granny and Papa. Thomas and Nell Starling. You lowered yourself down to sit on your knees before letting yourself speak.

“Hi,” the whisper barely left your lips before they started trembling.

“I really miss you guys— so much that it hurts me.” You looked up to the sky attempting to quell the tears that were threatening to spill. It was clear out tonight and you could see all of the stars. This was one of the only times you would be thankful the street lamps around here weren’t the most reliable.

“I’ve met some men– there’s eight of them. And I know eight is a lot but I think you would really like them. They treat me so well and I am loved so fiercely it’s hard not to think of the love you once shared when I look at them.” –You let out a half laugh, half sob– “I know you were always big on introductions, and if they were here I would introduce them to you properly.”

Your Papa had instilled in you from a young age that you were to introduce people before they had the opportunity to start talking amongst themselves. It was always a custom that you were introduced to any of his students as his moon when you were with him as he taught class. Your Granny also followed that tradition while you were younger and backstage at any of her concerts. She would wave you over to introduce you as her muse before sending you backstage again. Your mother told you that everyone always loved when you were there because her playing was different, more passionate; if that was even possible. You were smiling at the various moments of introductions that flashed to the forefront of your mind.

“They remind me of the two of you,” –you paused trying to form the words you wanted to say– “Their love— it has no bounds and they have shown me many of the things that you did. Of course it’s completely different learning them from partners instead of family; but I digress. You guys taught me what true love is. You taught me everything wasn't meant to be a manipulation, guilt tactic, or a reason to swing at me and they have just reinforced that. You also taught me that if I made a mistake it was okay, and to be honest I’ve made lots of them. At one point I thought moving so far away was one of them too—” you looked back down at their headstone to see the picture of the two of them dancing that you had taken years ago; it was your favorite one of them. Letting the tears freely fall onto the grass below you took in their features.

“But now, I know why I was always pulled there. Why I was so eager at sixteen to get away and never look back. You pushed me, even until your last breath to follow where my dreams led me.” you huffed a heartbroken laugh before falling onto your hands just like you had earlier today. With a sob you settled your head onto the ground in front of you.

“My moon. My muse. My heart. I want you. To take the money. I left you. And build your life. I know I have helped you. Build your house. Which is the first step. But I want you. To use it. To achieve. Your dreams. You have. So much more that. You can achieve. I want you to use. That money. To build your future. To make. Your own business. Will you do that?” You watched as she struggled to speak, which led to her to speak in short fragments of sentences. Each word she spoke took the breath away from her. The machine was clicking with each breath she took. You were staring at her wide eyed, snot running down your nose, breaths coming out in hiccups, and tears rolling faster than raindrops against a windshield in the middle of a storm. Why was she wasting her last breaths on telling you this? Why wasn't she speaking to her husband, your mother, your aunt, or Dahlia? You glanced at your Papa who was silently crying on the other side of the hospital bed. Holding her hand with their fingers intertwined like always.

“Will you do that?” Your eyes snapped to hers as her breath came out in a wheeze. You were nodding furiously clutching her hand in yours like a lifeline. Like it was her lifeline; almost as if she wouldn't go as long as you kept holding her hand. You didn’t let your gaze leave hers as she looked at you with her pale blue eyes. Eyes that used to look like an ocean during a summer sunset, beautiful and something admired for how picturesque it was. Now reduced to a melancholic pale blue as if you were looking up at the sky through fog.

“I love you. So much. Muse.” Her grip on your hand faltered and you gripped her hand harder. No. Not like this. You wouldn’t let her grip falter like she hadn’t let yours the entirety of the time you were with her.

Your voice cracked. “I love you too, Granny.”

You heard it before she let go of your hand.

The shrill.

Long.

Torturous.

Beep.

The flatline.

No.

Not like this.

She couldn’t leave.

She wouldn’t do that.

She wouldn’t leave you with him.

The sob that cracked from your chest shattered everything around you. Your ears were ringing as you stood gripping her hand so tightly you could feel the muscles in your hand contract to keep a hold of her. Someone was screaming in agony. Was that you? You dropped to your knees pressing your forehead against the back of her hand while your entire body heaved.

No.

Hands wrapped themselves around you and pulled you backwards; away from your lifeline. You felt your voice leaving you, felt your throat constricting around the sound you were producing. You felt her hand drop from yours as your aunt and Dahlia pulled you from her. You could hear yourself screaming as they took her away from you while sobbing themselves.

Your sobs were heart wrenching as you sat there, caught in the memory of her death. Caught in the whirlwind of your mind as it dragged up one of the worst memories it could, just so it could torture you. You didn’t even feel yourself move to look up at them, happy and dancing. With the back of your hand you wiped your nose, almost grossing yourself out with the amount of snot that came away with it. You took a stuttering breath before continuing what you needed to get off your chest. “I know now why you did it– I know why you pushed me to leave. It was because I was supposed to meet them. I was supposed to meet eight of the most wonderful, loving, caring and chaos filled men. I was meant to find love that filled the void that was created when the two of you had to go.”

You were hiccuping between sentences as you spoke. Nothing was as hard as this. Not a knee surgery and relearning how to walk with two screws in your knee. Not fighting for Seonghwa to go to his family while he was sitting there broken in the same way you were. Not even playing the piano at her funeral, which speaks volumes. You were finally admitting to yourself that they were gone while you stared at their headstone. It hurt you in so many ways to be staring at the picture you took on their headstone. The picture you snapped before you even wanted to be a photographer. You had to sit there for a while before you could continue. “I searched and searched and tried and tried, and when I had finally made my decision to stop. There they were, clumsily falling into my life like a breath of fresh air.”

With shaking arms and legs you lowered yourself onto the ground to lay on your back with them. You didn't care if you would get grass in your hair or all over you. Bug bites could fuck off if it meant you got to spend a little time closer to the two people you cherished and missed most. “Your love is why I never settled. Your dancing in the kitchen, laughing and teasing each other until you were red in the face, playing pranks on each other, cuddling down with me and Dahlia reading the two of us bedtime stories together. All of it, it’s why I never settled for anything less than what you had.”

You reached up to the stars and moon and gave them a tear soaked smile. “I know you’re up there watching me, I love you both so much and I really truly hope I’ve made you proud.”

“Believe me, you have.” Your arm fell and you sat up on your elbows to see your Aunt smiling at you sadly with tears rolling down her face. Surrounding her was your forged family all looking at you the same way. Dahlia was the first to move, she came crashing down on you in a hug.

“I miss them too– I miss them so much.” Her sobbing broke your heart just like it always did. You settled your hand on her back and the other tangled in her hair. You left a kiss on the top of her head while she cried into you. Cautious footsteps approached and you glanced down to see Mingi approaching with a Ddeongbyeoli.

You let out a choked laugh as he offered the cute pink plush to you. “We couldn’t leave him behind and not let him meet the people you miss so dearly.”

With a smile and grabby hands you took the plush from Mingi. He took the opportunity to settle down next to your head. After he got settled he lifted your head to sit on his thigh, when you were comfortable he ran his fingers through your hair in a soothing motion. You gave him a smile right as Dahlia looked up, her eyes widened a fraction but when she caught sight of the plush in your hand she laughed. It was a carefree sound among the quiet of the night. She rolled herself off of you and you tucked her under your arm. When she was comfortable you laid the Ddeongbyeoli on your chest facing the stars.

The rest of your boys had approached the three of you and started to get settled in an almost cuddle pile. Wooyoung and San were the first to move toward you. San chose to lie on his back between your legs with his head on your stomach while he settled a hand on your thigh. Wooyoung was leaning his head close to your shoulder with his hands combing through San’s hair gently. Hongjoong had settled himself leaning against Mingi; most likely so he could play with your hair some more. Yeosang and Yunho took the opportunity to lay their heads on Wooyoung’s stomach. Jongho sat himself close to Yeosang’s side and offered you a small smile which screamed that he wanted to be closer but all of the space near you was already taken. Aurora, Forrest, Willow, and Asher sat by your feet and just leaned on each other. Your aunt just stood there smiling at the group of people you had amassed from your time in South Korea. You held the hand that was wrapped around Dahlia’s shoulders out to her. She released a chuckle and came to lay on her other side.

Out of the corner of your eye you could see Athena, Ben and Jiwoon by the minibus just watching and waiting. You waved at them and all three of them returned the gesture. Someone snatched your hand out of the air and threaded their fingers through yours. You glanced over and Wooyoung was grinning at you before he placed a sweet kiss on the back of your hand; the ring you gifted him sat perfectly on his thumb. Dahlia made a gagging noise and you poked her on the side which made her let out a shriek. Wooyoung stuck his tongue out at her and she returned it. You were giggling between the two of them. Before they were introduced you knew she would get along with all of the boys, as she was almost a carbon copy of you; without actually being your sister. You also knew that it would most definitely be her and Wooyoung that caused the most trouble if they were together for too long. You took a deep shaky breath and caught the attention of everyone.

“Granny. Papa. I’d like for you to meet my boys. Hongjoong, Yunho, Yeosang, San, Mingi, Wooyoung and Jongho. Our other boyfriend Seonghwa is flying to meet his family after losing his grandfather.” Wooyoung tightened his hold on your hand and gently brushed the tears from your face. San gently gave you a squeeze on the thigh. Mingi and Hongjoong both gently started running their fingers through your hair again.

“My best friends are here too. Aurora, Willow, Forrest and Asher. The other spouses –Rowan and Meadow– are back home in South Korea.” Aurora and Willow settled their hands on your ankles to give them a squeeze. You were smiling at the stars with tears falling from your eyes and into the grass. This was home, being surrounded by people you love, the only pieces that were missing were Seonghwa, Rowan, and Meadow. Your forged family. You don't know how or when it happened but you somehow pulled together this ragtag team of people, and made your home with them. Sure it wasn’t quite the same as it used to be with them but something told you that it would be better.

“N/n you can see the Little Dipper from here!” Dahlia’s excited words almost startled you from the small silence the group fell into, you turned your head to where you knew it would be shining.

“There’s the big one too!” Your aunt Melody was pointing toward the other side of the Little Dipper and you let out a laugh. They were always looking out for the two more famous constellations.

“Out here where there isn’t too much light pollution you are able to see them better. I’m sure out by your guys’ house you can see them great, especially since you’re kinda out in the middle of nowhere like I am.” Dahlia and your aunt looked at you with grins.

“Wasn’t your Papa an Astronomer?” Your head moved to look over at Hongjoong; Seonghwa must have told him.

“Yeah, I’ve got a lot of his books back at home.”

Aunt Mel let out a snicker, “it cost a small fortune to send them to her because there were so many.”

All of you fell into a comfortable silence again after the snickers died off. You could feel a couple of pairs of eyes on you, but you continued to scan the sky to see all of the constellations your Papa always told you about.

“Can you tell us about the stars, our treasure?” Dahlia gasped lightly at the nickname and you just smiled without looking at her. You started to point out several different constellations. Between all of it they asked many questions which you and Dahlia switched off answering. You were grinning now while recalling some of the mnemonics your Papa used to help you remember where things were.

The two stars on the end of the Dipper's cup point the way to Polaris. It all came full circle as you looked back to the Little Dipper. You saved the best for last, knowing it would get a reaction out of the seven men surrounding you.

“And that,” –you pointed toward the cluster of stars– “is the North Star.”

“It’s you?” You looked down at San who was grinning at his own joke while tilting his head to look up at you from your stomach. Most of the men surrounding you burst into giggles at it; you just rolled your eyes with a smile.

“Sure Sannie, we can go with that. The one shining brightest at the end of the Little Dipper is me.” you brought your hand down to rest on the small plush.

“We need to come back out here with Hwa, he would love it.” It was almost like he read your mind. Your head moved and you looked to Hongjoong, he was smiling sadly while staring at the stars.

“Maybe when we have more of a break we can, I’m sure they wouldn’t mind hosting in the slightest.”

“I’ll host if you make dinner any time!”

“You’re not the person who they are asking Dahlia, it’s not even technically your house yet heathen.” Your aunt’s huffed response sent all of you into a huge fit of laughter. This was the comfort you needed. Jiwoon, Athena and Ben approached the large group and you picked up your head to address them.

“It is getting late, so we should head to our accommodations for the night. We only have about half a day here tomorrow and then we will be on the bus for eleven hours.”

“Eleven?!”

“Woo, did you forget how big the states are?”

“No, but eleven? That’s a lot.”

“I've been on flights longer.”

“So has he, he just likes to complain.”

“Yah!” Wooyoung started attempting to swing at Yeosang –who had quickly sat up as he fired off his sniper shot– and you just shook your head at the two of them. San got up immediately and started to help the rest of your boys up off the ground. Dahlia got up, dusted herself off and offered you a hand. You grabbed the plush from your chest and with the other hand you took hers. She tugged you up and the two of you walked arm in arm back toward the cars and minibus.

“Noona! Save me!” You got a case of deja vu when you turned around and saw Wooyoung barreling for you, but instead of Jongho standing there blushing it was Yeosang chasing him this time.

“Whatever you did I’m sure you deserve it.” He swung himself around to hide behind you and Dahlia. She was laughing as Yeosang walked briskly over to the three of you. When he saw your tilted head and a small smile he stopped short before changing his trajectory slightly. You watched as he came up close to you and placed a small kiss on the cheek opposite the side Dahlia was on. Wooyoung had come up just slightly from his place behind you if the breath on the back of your neck was anything to go by. Dahlia gagged –again– at the kiss and you just grinned, before anyone else could move Yeosang reached around you and bonked Wooyoung on the back of the head.

He just used you as a distraction tactic to make Wooyoung relax behind you and stand to his full height. Smart man. You shook your head at both boys and the remainder of your boys –except Hongjoong, who was walking with the others– came running up followed shortly by Yunho who was laughing like a madman.

“Moonshine I have something for you, hold out your hands!” You stepped away from Yeosang, Dahlia and Wooyoung and held out your hands. Yunho brought forward his cupped hands and dropped something into yours. You looked back and forth between the tallest of your boyfriends and the small bug that was starting to crawl around on your hands.

“Is this why they were running from you? A baby praying mantis; really?” He looked at you like you should have had a more severe reaction. It was almost like he completely forgot you practically grew up in a greenhouse with your aunt surrounded by bugs and crawlies of all kinds. You turned around and held it out to the men who leapt back from you with yells of protest.

“Yah get that thing away from me!” Wooyoung had shoved Yeosang forward which prompted a smack from the older of the two while he retreated a safe distance from the bug. Yeosang seemed like he wasn't overly freaked out by it, but you could tell he really didn’t want to have anything to do with it. Dahlia approached you with a grin before herding the small insect out of your hands and onto hers. She took several steps closer to the boys and offered it to the men who were terrified of the tiny bug. They didn’t expect her to have it which sent them scampering away from her.

“You’re scared of a little harmless bug?” Jongho had hid himself behind Mingi –who was also cowering– and was watching her cautiously. Hongjoong had approached the group to investigate what was happening but when he caught sight of the bug in Dahlia’s hands he stopped dead and retreated behind you quietly. Yeosang was trying to walk around your cousin to you but she herded them back with it and a huge smile.

“You can’t even get through a bug to your girl,” you were shaking your head with a small smile. She was an absolute menace, loving the teasing material she was getting right now. You stood there with a barely concealed grin while they all were avoiding her like the plague. It sent you into a giggle fit when she got too close to Jongho and Mingi and they both freaked out. Poor Jongho nearly got trampled by the clumsy giant while they were both trying –and failing– to get back onto the locked bus. Which ended up creating more chaos as they joined Wooyoung who had tucked himself behind San instead of the evermoving Yeosang. Yunho was just leaning against you with his arm around your shoulder while Hongjoong –who was currently the smartest out of all of them– hid behind you. You felt his hands on your waist while he was watching Dahlia with eagle eyes over your shoulder. When a strangled shriek came from Wooyoung and San you decided it was time to call it.

“Alright Dahlia, stop torturing them,” you walked toward your cousin and gently took the bug from her. She pouted at you and crossed her arms, just like she did when you were children. You shook your head and moved to place it on a nearby tree.

“Clearly we know who wears the pants in the relationship.” You turned quickly to see all of your boys wearing shocked expressions from her statement. You burst into laughter. Of course she would say something like that. The rest of your large group approached and when Jiwoon unlocked the bus all of the boys scrambled on to get away from your cousin. Yunho and Hongjoong placed kisses on either of your cheeks and followed them in. Your team was grinning and shaking their heads at the men eager to get away from the threat of your younger cousin. You reached into your pocket and handed Dahlia her keys back.

“You riding with me?” You looked back to the bus and smiled at the men watching you curiously through the windows.

“Yeah, I get to spend the next several weeks trapped with them so they’ll have to deal without me for twenty minutes.” All of the people surrounding you snorted and she grabbed your hand to practically drag you back to the Jeep. You waved at your aunt who was conversing with Jiwoon. The two of you were laughing as you ran over to where you parked the Jeep. When you got to the vehicle you climbed into the passenger seat just waiting for everyone to be ready to head out.

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I watched as our Y/n-nie laughed with Dahlia before Dahlia took her hand and practically dragged her to the white Jeep “She went with that demon child!”

“Dahlia?”

“Who else?”

“Jongho?” all eyes flew to Mingi who was offering a large grin to the rest of us. Yunho shook his head and gave him a light smack; most likely so the maknae wouldn’t cause issues while we were all trapped in the bus for lord knows how long.

A few minutes later –after Jiwoon and Y/n-nie’s aunt stopped talking– the bus started moving. We were following the demon child’s white jeep which was following the green BMW. San and I just leaned on each and watched the streetlamps pass by. We had been driving for maybe ten minutes at this point. There were many curves in the road now, somewhere along the way we ended up on some backroads. Which makes sense because Y/n-nie mentioned something about her aunt and cousin living out in the middle of nowhere like her. Every once in a while I could see the Jeep in front of us. I kept an eye on it just so I knew she was okay; when I lost sight of it again I just decided to move.

I got up from my seat, San looked at me questioningly and I gave him a wave of my hand before walking closer to the front. Ben was snickering and reached back to tap Athena to point out the front window. A smile stretched across her face before she glanced over to me. “Your girl is crazy.”

I looked over to Athena with a grin. “That’s what makes it fun.”

What I didn’t expect however was to see our Y/n-nie standing in the passenger seat hanging on to the top bars with one hand while the other was above her head. Her head was tilted back and her unbound hair was flowing in the wind. I could just barely see the large grin on her face as she swayed with the wind. Her head turned just slightly and I caught sight of a tattoo she had never mentioned or showed to us before. A sun and a moon with a shooting star in the shape of a semicolon. It hit me in the gut. If I wasn’t allowed to grieve with my family I would not be standing in front of you right now.

She almost didn’t make it through their passing. She almost didn’t make it to where she is now. Holy shit. One of my hands moved on instinct to the nape of my neck to feel the slightly raised skin of the tattoo there. She had survived, but at what cost to her soul? I watched her with a newfound respect, that’s something I might have to ask her about later.

“Oh my god what is she doing?” Hongjoong’s voice cut through the bus and everyone’s eyes flew to look at her. They moved up to the front of the bus to see her. Her crew just laughed while shaking their heads before returning to their phones. I looked over to the backpack marked Onyx in the seat next to me and did something that might get me killed later. I started looking through the larger pocket that was built for cameras. I saw a familiar one and grabbed it, and the lens that attached to it. Without hesitation I stood and moved so I could see her clearly –this was something I wanted her to remember– even through the hardest days there is some hope. I lined up and tried to steady myself on the bumpy road, then the perfect opportunity struck. She had raised her other hand and was slightly leaning back. I took it. I pulled the camera away from my face and looked at the picture. It was perfect, with a grin I stepped back through the small crowd of my boyfriends to put the camera back where I found it.

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Dahlia was stealing glances at you as she drove, like she was expecting something. As soon as you started down the back roads you unbuckled your seatbelt, stood using the top beam of the Jeep, threw your arm up, and relished in the feeling of the wind on your skin. She knew you too well because as soon as you moved she had an arm around your leg making sure to help keep you steady as she drove. You could feel your hair blowing back in the wind and when you tilted your head back it caressed your face. You felt free among the trees with the wind blowing around you as Dahlia drove down the winding road.

Sure it wasn’t a motorcycle and you weren’t going nearly as fast as you would have liked to be, but it felt amazing nonetheless. The music was booming through the speakers and when you recognized the next song you bent down and turned it up. Not Okay by your boys came on and you were screaming the lyrics into the forest beyond. When the song said to raise both your hands and shout you did. You let out all of the feelings roiling to the surface, shouting at the top of your lungs that you weren’t okay. Dahlia gave your leg a squeeze while she kept her other hand on the wheel and her eyes on the road. You needed this, you needed to release the pent up emotions. Crying could only do so much, and you felt like you were past the point of tears at this point.

Nothing was going to be perfect –nothing could ever be– but you were healing and that’s all that mattered. Two steps forward one step back is still taking a step forward each time; and right now you may have taken a step back but you were working to take two forward and continuing to do so.

When the small caravan pulled into the long driveway of your aunt’s house –which used to be your Granny and Papa’s– your breath was taken away. Nothing had changed except the garden, it was littered with almost every flower you could think of having in this region. You leapt out of the side of the Jeep to walk up to the large bannisters of moonflowers on the front porch. They were blooming now and you smiled at the gorgeous large white flowers. This was one of your favorites, and having it out front in front of the house only made perfect sense.

“What in the world were you doing shutterbug?” You turned around and looked at Hongjoong who was quickly making his way to you.

“I was enjoying the feeling of the wind on my skin.”

“Don't worry, I had an arm around her the entire time, it’s also not the first time she has done that down this road.” Dahlia came up to the group of you and was giving you a small smile while she addressed the question that Hongjoong was likely to ask next. Wooyoung was bounding up with a large smile on his face, he wrapped you in a tight hug and rested his face against the juncture of your neck and shoulder.

“I’m glad you enjoyed your ride with the demon child.” Dahlia screeched and before she could do anything your aunt approached the group.

“We have enough room to accommodate all of you, I will have to get some air mattresses out but other than that we should be okay to have everyone to have their own space with the exception of a few of you.” You went up the steps toward the front door and grinned at the large house, many memories lived within these walls. You pushed open the door and were met with the foyer and just past that was the rotunda. Somehow your aunt had found a way to get vines to grow up the bannister of the twisting steps. You grinned and took in the space before wandering over to the music room you spent most of your time in while you were here. Your heart stuttered, they kept it almost exactly the same, the only difference was the white piano sitting in the music room instead of the one that was at home. It was one you immediately recognized.

“The theater retired the piano after she passed. They gifted it to us and we needed to fill the space where her piano was after we shipped it off to you.” You looked over your shoulder to Dahlia who was smiling sadly at you. You didn't have the courage to approach the thing staring at you from its spot lit by the moonlight. When you looked back to it you could see your granny sitting proudly behind it just grinning while she played for the two of you. You heard your aunt before you saw her, she was walking and laughing with the rest of the guests. You had completely forgotten about showing them the house, and for right now you really didn’t care to. Dahlia took your hand and led you to the piano, her hold was gentle but firm and you didn’t stop her from bringing you closer to it.

She sat and tugged you down to sit with her, she leaned her head on your shoulder just like she used to. “N/n (nickname) you should play Granny and Papa’s song, I'll bet that they come in and dance to it.”

You let out a sound that was almost a sob at the whispered words, you would have thought she may have been too young to remember. With a glance at her you could see the sadness behind the sentiment. You stretched your arms in front of you and cracked your fingers. A noise of disgust came from her and you huffed out your nose at her. No matter how many times you played this song it never got old.

“Again again!! N/n do it again!” you were snorting with laughter at your cousin while she finished her leaping around to the quick pace of the third movement of Moonlight Sonata. Instead of starting from there you began from the beginning. Your Granny was watching you with all knowing eyes, you would do anything for your younger cousin, including playing the song a million more times.

When you began it again your Granny got up and grabbed Dahlia’s hands leading the youngest into a small dance. Your Papa had been running late with classes so all of you were just waiting on him to get home. Dahlia had dragged you to the piano to kill time; and it worked. By the time you were in the middle of the second movement your Papa had appeared and immediately swept both of them into his arms and started dancing with them. Laughter rang through the space, above it all your cousin’s shrill giggles while Papa twirled with her and Granny.

You zoned back into the room and could have sworn you saw two figures dancing amongst the moonlight in the main portion of the room. You tore your gaze from the shimmer and looked over to your side to be met with Yunho and Hongjoong sitting close just watching you play. Tears were soaking your shoulder and you paused to look at Dahlia. She had a tissue held to her nose and was just silently crying while sitting with you. You took your hands away from the keys and tugged her close to you. “I wish they were here with us. They would have loved having so many people over.”

You nodded while swallowing the tears that were threatening to spill. “They would have been elated. Granny would have brought out the fine china and Papa would have brought out the book of dad jokes.”

A laugh cracked through the silence. Your eyes moved up to see your aunt, she was doing the same as Dahlia. Silent tears were running down her face while she wiped her red nose. “She would have also gotten out all of her best songs and he would have brought out the big telescope.”

You nodded and smiled at the thought. “Shutterbug, can I try something?”

Your eyes flew to Hongjoong who was now standing next to the piano just watching. Yunho had stood up with him and was smiling down at you and Dahlia. “Sure.”

You lightly pushed Dahlia and the both of you stood up and her hand found yours as you moved out of the way. Hongjoong had sat at the piano bench and looked up to Yunho. “Could you go get the iPad out of my bag Yuyu?”

Yunho nodded and walked briskly out of the room. You watched as he left and caught sight of the rest of your boys sitting in various places among the furniture lining the wall. Asher, Aurora, Willow and Forrest were sitting together on one of the couches. Athena and Ben were sitting together on a loveseat and Jiwoon was the only one in one of the single chairs. When Yunho returned he was smiling so wide it made you wonder what he was up to. You shook your head as he passed you to hand Hongjoong the iPad. After everything was set back up Hongjoong looked up at you with one of the most heartfelt and hopeful grins you had ever seen from him. He looked back down and you watched as he let out a small breath and put his hands on the piano.

The notes that came from the gorgeous piano knocked the wind from you. Your knees nearly buckled; Mingi was there to catch you. The last song. Her final piece before she retired. But how? Twin gasps came from Dahlia and Your aunt Melody as they recognized the song. Dahlia gave your hand a tight squeeze, she couldn’t be there at the final performance but she knew the song. She was so pissed that her softball tournament ran later than it was supposed to, which caused her to miss it by merely thirty minutes. You glanced over at Dahlia and she was smiling through the tears. Your aunt, who was standing not too far behind her, was doing the same.

“Care to dance Muse?” You nodded and Dahlia let go of your hand while Mingi settled your other arm over his shoulder. You leaned into him and he settled his hand on your waist and intertwined your fingers together. He held your hand close to his heart while he started to sway with you. You felt yourself start to tremble and your hold around him immediately tightened. The tears started falling as you tucked your head into his chest burrowing yourself to be completely under his chin. Without pause Mingi’s head came to rest on yours while you swayed through the living room.

This was one of the very few times that you were on this side of the piano –after beginning to learn yourself– while someone else played. It was fitting that it happened here, where so many times you played while others danced. Mingi held you close while he led the two of you around in small circles. The song was just as you remembered it; slow with a little bit of hope. Something you knew you needed. You closed your eyes and listened, surrendering yourself completely to the music and Mingi. While you listened you could tell Hongjoong seemed to be just barely hesitant as he played. He wasn’t quite completely familiar with the piece he was playing, but you could tell that he had practiced his ass off to be able to get this far. Thankfully, it wasn’t one of the harder pieces your grandmother composed; if it was you weren’t sure he would have been able to replicate it. The melody was as beautiful as you remembered and you were sad as it came to its end.

When you lifted your head to look back at Hongjoong you were surprised to see many of your boys paired up and swaying together with smiles on their faces. Even Asher and Forrest had joined the fray. Your Aunt and Dahlia were swaying together to the tune; just like the old days when everyone gathered together. When your eyes met Hongjoong’s he smiled at you. Mingi let go of you and lightly shoved you in his direction. With a stumble you made your way over to him. He didn't get the chance to say anything because you were pulling him into a kiss as soon as you were within arms reach.

A small startled noise came from the shorter man but he melted into it not too long after. The kiss tasted of tears and a small bit of strawberry chapstick; something he most likely stole from the eldest of your boyfriends. When you pulled away from him you kept your hands on his cheeks and leaned your forehead against his. “I can't believe you. How did you do that?”

“Faith, trust and a little bit of pixie dust.” A loud snort came from you at his answer. Someone must have told him about you being obsessed with Tinkerbell when you were younger.

“So we’re calling Minjae a pixie now?” Hongjoong moved to look past you to Wooyoung who was grinning. San was rolling his eyes and you could feel Hongjoong’s hands tighten on your waist. You let your hand guide his face back to you and his sparkling brown eyes met yours again.

“Thank you” –you tucked your head against his– “I don't care how you did it. What matters to me is that you took the time to learn the song for me on an instrument you aren't quite familiar with.”

“I would learn a thousand more pieces if it means you kiss me like that again.” You let out a laugh as you pulled him to you for a hug.

“Seonghwa found it in the bench of her piano, he knew it was her last because it had a message written on it.” You pulled back from him with a curious tilt of your head. He reached over to the iPad and scrolled a few times before handing it to you. Your eyes widened at the familiar calligraphic handwriting. As you took in the picture you realized there were some tear stains on the bottom corners.

My Dearest Muse,

If you find this it means I have finally left this Earth. I left my piano to you so you could find this when you needed it most. This is the last piece I will ever write and I wrote it so you would have just a little hope in the world that has treated you so horribly.

I knew you were my muse when you were four. You looked up at me with your gorgeous e/c eyes and told me ‘I love when you play, it's so pretty.’ From that moment on I decided I was going to play for you no matter how much time passed. I wrote this song for you and I named it after you because through everything you always had the same awestruck look in your eyes when I played for you. No matter how old you got it was always the same. You kept me going and you didn’t even know how much of my playing was because of you.

I love you so much, and I know you will be missing me when you find this. Play it for your partner or partners (whichever you choose, because if I know you; you will find love as extraordinary and unique as you.) Play for them as I have played for you because you deserve to know what the look you always gave me looks like. One day I am sure you will surpass me in ability, and I will be watching from the heavens as you do. You have and will continue to make me extremely proud no matter what you do. I love you darling, and absolutely nothing will keep me from reminding you– even in the afterlife.

With all of the love in the world,

Your Granny

“Did you read this?” Your voice cracked as you looked up to Hongjoong through your tears. He gently wiped them away and gave you a small nod.

“How did she know exactly what to say?” –you let out a small laugh through the tears– “And how did she know I would have multiple partners?”

“She always saw you with more than one, even when you were younger. I think she was scared of telling you because of your father and his strong views.” You whipped around to look at your aunt who had approached the pair of you close to the piano.

“She did?”

“She called many things before they happened. She knew you would be leaving the country for bigger and better things. She called that I would get pregnant months before it happened and she knew that I would end up a single mother. She spoke in riddles about all of it. Each time it was months or years in advance, I never understood how she did it but she did.”

She took a deep breath as she continued, “When she spoke her riddles about you she was always mumbling something about the number nine. For the longest time I thought about what it could be connected to, it wasn’t your age, it wasn’t when you started playing piano, it wasn’t the amount of people in the family when you were born. Your mother and I always theorized what she could have meant, could it be your lucky number? Could it be the amount of years until you had your own business after graduating? Could it be related to tarot? It made absolutely no sense to me until Dahlia mentioned you being with the eight of them, which makes nine. Another big thing she spoke about was that her passing would be a catalyst for you to move on to where you needed to be.”

Your eyes were huge at this point. She hadn’t ever spoken to you about anything like this. Not once, but she was right. “Her being in the hospital and passing was a catalyst, but I’m sure not in the way she would have thought. That was the first time I fought with the company I was working for. It was the first time I even half considered leaving to get out on my own and to own my own business so I didn't have to ask to leave. But her death also caused me to stop playing because I couldn’t even look at a piano without wanting to cry or throw up.”

“It was because you had to play at her funeral wasn’t it?” You gave a small nod.

“She said that would happen, but that you would start playing again when you found the right people.”

“That’s creepy, even for me.” –Your gaze moved over to where Asher was sitting curled up with Forrest– “From what I am hearing, she was definitely connected to something.”

“Granny knows all, no matter how little.” Dahlia repeated the words that she always used to say to you when you were even thinking about misbehaving. You let out a small snicker at her answer.

“She definitely does” –you turned back to Hongjoong who still had his hands on our waist– “Songbird, when did you learn that?”

“We found it at Sannie’s birthday, Minjae and some of the Xikers boys helped me figure out the tune. I listened to her concert over and over again so I could understand the meaning behind the song. I also spent a decent amount of time in the couple days between then and us leaving to get it to where I could play it without fumbling in the middle of the song.”

“So when you, Hwa, and Minjae were huddled around the piano when I was coming to play for my mom–” he nodded with a bashful smile.

“We were looking over some of the notes and trying to figure out if this was in fact the piece she played. It wasn’t until I looked at the back of the pages while sitting in the practice room that I found the note for you on it. Hwa found it immediately but I was too focused on the front of the pages to even consider looking at the back.”

“I can't believe you,” you shook your head and pulled him back into a hug.

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When Hongjoong played that song, it broke something in the three of us, but it also put every piece back together to make us stronger. The more I watched my cousin the more I realized how dedicated these men were to her. When I was dancing with my mother I saw how perfectly she fit under Mingi’s chin. How he was holding her so gently, making sure to help her put back the broken pieces of her heart. When he rested his head on hers I knew then how deeply their love ran. Their slow waltz was something straight out of a romcom. Reverent. Adoring. Loving. Watching all of them huddling together and leaning on each other it just made sense. They had amazing chemistry in videos and on the stage, but that was only the tip of the iceberg.

Their dynamic is truly something to behold, the way San and Wooyoung fit together like puzzle pieces. How Mingi and Yunho came together like magnets. The quiet love of Jongho and Yeosang who were leaning together as if they could be moulded into one person. But, you could tell that someone was missing just by watching closely for the looks they shared in the moments they thought no one was looking. If Seonghwa were here everything would have fallen into perfect harmony. The way they all look at each other –even while Seonghwa isn't here– that’s where you see it; the pure unfiltered love.

After the song ended I separated from my mother, she was just smiling softly at the pair that was now hugging and having a hushed conversation. Finally, when I looked at my cousin and Hongjoong, it just felt right. Something about the gaze he has on her was perfect. His eyes were sparkling as she spoke to him in a hushed tone with their foreheads together. He couldn't take his eyes off her, and after she read the note and looked back at him with tears running down her face, it clicked. He didn’t care if she was crying or laughing, he didn't care if she was in one of the darkest or brightest times in her life. He just cared about her and everything that came along with her. He was watching her with the gaze my Granny and Papa always shared; one that I hadn’t seen since before they were separated by heaven and Earth.

She deserved this love after everything she has been through. Something in my chest lightened looking over all of them. She was finally happy. Watching her come here less and less through our teen years —with bruises and a shell of the person she used to be on top of it all— always worried me growing up. Nothing would have prepared me for the day she told me it was her father. He was the sole reason for all of her heartache, but to see her now surrounded by men that adored her; it was a whole different ball game. She always was trying to make herself small so she wouldn't take up too much space; so as to not be noticed by her father. Now she is standing tall and taking up space, space she should have had from the beginning. Watching and hearing about her struggles through everything –and to finally see her given the love she deserved– it made me extremely happy.

I finally get to see the real her after so long of seeing her lose herself because of that horrid man. Through the cracks in her armour I could see the little girl I remembered playing with. The one that ran carefree while we played faeries and the one that danced with me standing on her toes. I could see her bright e/c eyes peering around the room like a curious cat. She was finally letting people see her, and it was all thanks to the people surrounding us.

Her story, while dark, has only morphed into nothing but light; and with that light she is shining as bright as the moon. The men surrounding her, they were shining just as bright as she was. The reason? They don't have to hide their love for each other under the cover of night sky. Sure they have to hide it during the day, but right here, right now; they don’t even need the sunlight because they are the starlight shining right beside her moonlight. They are the true definition of Live by the Sun and Love by the Moon.

★☆☽ O ☾☆★

Time passed like a whirlwind, when Hongjoong had finished playing the piano it felt like only seconds between then and now. Now your large group was separated around the house all heading to bed.

It was entertaining to say the least as you watched your boys fumble around on the air mattresses after you plopped in the middle of one of them. Mingi and Wooyoung had clumsily cuddled up to you as soon as they made sure you were comfortable. They ended up being a giggly tangle of limbs as they settled themselves as close as they could get. Wooyoung was almost on top of you at this point and Mingi was just content holding the both of you as close as he could. The rest of your boys also made sure to keep as close as they could while they settled down for the night. Hongjoong and Yunho cuddled up together in a spooning position that gave you cuteness aggression. San and Jongho ended up facing each other while Yeosang was practically forced to be in the middle of the two of them. You were smiling at the small grumbling protests of the eldest of the men on that pile.

Everything got quiet as they started drifting off, Mingi and Wooyoung both lightly twitched in their sleep. It made you huff out quiet laughter as they fell farther into the depths of their respective dreamlands. You were content between the two of them running your fingers through their hair while staring either at the ceiling or sometimes out the window above you. You were lost in the empty space of your head, but not lost enough to be able to succumb to sleep so you just laid there. Wooyoung had started just barely snoring while Mingi was very close to drooling on the hoodie you had thrown on in the cold room.

One of the boys in the pile of three shuffled around and you watched as an arm came over Wooyoung to settle on the small amount of you that wasn’t covered by the cuddly man attached to your hip. You gently picked up your head and smiled as you realized it was Jongho. He might have an aversion to skinship on cameras but you saw how he liked to hang on the older men of the group, and now by extension you. When you settled your head back on the pillow a small grumble came from Mingi and you suppressed your snicker as he buried himself closer to you.

You fell into the blank pool of your mind, and as you resurfaced you noticed how nice it was being surrounded by warmth and grounded into the moment. So, without much of a struggle you floated on the surface of your thoughts letting most of them pass you by while some stuck closer.

Silence feels loud because we are used to noise.

Our bodies basically consist of skeletons wrapped in zombies and possessed by ghosts.

The law isn’t about what you can or can't do, it's just about the consequences of the stupid choices you make.

Cannibalism is legal in some places, but the things leading up to cannibalism are illegal.

The past can be fucky if you think about things too often. If you recall a memory too often you can create images and scenarios that likely might not be completely related to what happened in the slightest.

You don’t know how long had passed, it wasn’t too long; right?

The door creaked open and you picked up your head to see who it was. Dahlia. She smiled at you before fully stepping into the room. “You can't sleep either?”

You answered with a shake of your head. She nodded and offered her hand out to you. You looked at the two men who were hugging onto you as best they could. Without even making a sound you wormed your way out of their hold and slid down the air mattress to her. She had a hand over her mouth as she watched you struggle. When you finally broke free of the tangle of limbs you reached out and she yanked you up with a smile. Her blue eyes were sparkling as she started leading you on a familiar route. You ended up in the small elevator with her and went up to the third floor. As soon as you stepped out you were smiling so widely your cheeks started to hurt after just a few seconds. She tugged on one of the books and the secret door opened up to your hideout.

It hadn’t changed in the slightest. The daybed was still set up against the longest wall and your silver telescope was set up facing the small singular window. There were books and things scattered around the small space you now had to duck into. “I can't believe this is still here.”

You walked over to the telescope and peered through the lens. It was still focused on the moon and you let out a small laugh.

“I come in here when I get overwhelmed. I haven’t changed anything because I didn't have the heart to.”

“And you always give me shit about being sentimental.” She walked closer and sat on the daybed offering you an exaggerated roll of her eyes. You moved to sit next to her and she took your hand again, beginning to play with Yeosang’s favorite ring on your pinky. (It’s the moon phase spinny ring)

“I’ve never seen you this happy.” You looked up from your intertwined hands and smiled.

“I’ve never been this happy. I feel like I finally found my place.”

“You have. I can see it as plain as day.”

“I’m surprised that you haven’t completely lost it with them being here.”

“Oh trust me, I really want to, but that would be uncool of me and I really want to make a good first impression. Other than them seeing me screaming at their concert.” She flopped backward to fully lay on the daybed with her legs hanging off the side.

“I don’t think you would do worse than me outing myself as an Atiny within thirty minutes of meeting them in a professional setting.” You flopped back with her and she was laughing.

“That totally sounds like something you would do.” you lightly smacked her arm with your free hand.

“Shut the fuck up.” The two of you burst into giggles while you laid there together.

“You got really damn lucky, so many people only dream of what you have right now.”

“What, dating an idol, a whole group of them, or the love they shower me in?”

“Well– I mean all of it. But mostly the love they look at you with. And the dedication of one of them to learn a song that we didn’t even know had sheet music.”

“Yeah, I didn’t know about that one either.”

“I still can't believe he did that for you.”

“Honestly me either.” The two of you fell into a comfortable silence. You were staring up at the large star map you and her had hung on the ceiling one random day in the summer when you were eighteen and she was fourteen. It was your first summer as a college student. You lied to your father about not coming back –but on the weekends– so you could do summer courses. Really you just wanted to be here instead. You and Dahlia found a huge map of stars at the thrift store earlier that day and snuck it into the house before your Papa could see it and snatch it from you. Immediately the two of you brought it in here and hung it with thumb tacks, sticky tack, and lots of hope it wouldn’t fall. In the back of your mind you always wondered if he had ever seen it.

“If we are going to lay here we should get properly on the bed.” Your head slowly turned to Dahlia who was already moving and tugging you with her. She situated herself on the side closest to the edge while you had your back against the wall. It was an unspoken rule that the two of you adopted over ten years ago.

“It’s weird being up here as an adult. I never would have thought that we would be laying in this bed together at twenty six and twenty two.”

“Life is weird that way, but I don't think we’ll ever be too old for this.” You nodded your head at her, her features were relaxing and her eyes were fluttering. She was trying to stay awake, you placed your open hand on her head and started combing your fingers through her hair like you did when there were storms ages ago.

“I love you.” Her words were so soft you almost didn't catch them.

“I love you too, Dal. Get some sleep, kid.” She cuddled up to you, setting her head under your chin while you pulled a blanket over the two of you. The two of you always had more of a sisters’ bond rather than cousins. On more than one occasion people asked if you were sisters. It was asked so often you had developed a creepy way of answering. She would look at you the same time you would look at her and then you would turn slowly back to the person and say ‘Another willing sacrifice to the sisters.’

You got in trouble for it when your Granny caught you saying it to some stranger once. She only scolded you in front of the person but as you were walking away she gave the both of you high fives. Sometimes you wished you could go back to that portion of your life, but now, more often than not you were content with where you were. Your eyes started fluttering shut more than you wanted them to –you were in no position to fight right now– so you let the sleep overcome you.

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lilacgaby · 9 months ago

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‧₊˚ what are we?

...nothing. right?.₊˚⊹

convienence. a means to end. that's all this was for both of you right? when katsuki is fed up with the crazed fangirls who just won't leave him alone, he works out a deal with you. it was just coincidence he had a huge crush on you.

☆pair. 2ndyear!katsuki x reader. tags. fake dating!trope, fluff, reader is academically flopping for a bit, pet names, cursing, fighting (verbal), happy ending wc. 6k

ღnote. sorry that this took so long lol! i wrote this in chapter form if you'd like to read it here, but this one shot is the same thing.

post-war brought troubles for a lot of the students in class 1-A. especially bakugo katsuki.

he had to completely relearn how to write with his other hand, had to learn how to fight without injury to it.

and he had to learn to deal with his crazy amount of fangirls.

his fight had been broadcasted, the manner in which he pushed himself to the very brink broadcasted to the world. his victory brought spoils, though not in a way he expected.

he didn't expect to be chased down the hallways every morning, to have a line of girls wanting his autograph as he ate. he didn't expect to be gifted things, things they just assumed he liked, but couldn't be farther from the truth.

luckily, you seemed to like chocolate. he found refuge these days sitting on the roof floor of U-A next to you during lunch, passing you the chocolate gifts he'd been given.

he hated chocolate. but to be honest, he loved seeing you smile.

"thanks 'suki." you said for the nth time, picking the best chocolates out of the box and leaving the gross ones alone.

"yeah." he sighed, glancing at you occasionally as he moved to support the weight of his head with his hands. he found himself speechless around you often. words failing as he leant into the comfort of your presence.

you were about to say something, he thinks. your mouth was open though the blaring of the bell cut you off. "oh, let's go 'suki." you said, holding your hand out to him.

he took it, letting you pull him up and holding onto your hand for just a second too long. you dumped the rest of the chocolates in a trash can and made your collective way down to 1-A. you laughed at how he seemed to try and hide behind you, eyes darting around for the general course girls who seemed to have nothing better to do than follow him around.

they didn't come though. he saw a group of them but when they saw your proximity to him..

they left him alone.

a lightbulb went off in his head, he mentally kicked himself for not thinking of it sooner. as he sat in class, eyeing your seat between momo and jirou, he thought about how he'd ask you.

test papers were being passed out, graded ones. "yo man," kirishima started, looking over his paper, "what'd you get?"

katsuki scoffed. "what do you think? another 100, easy as shit."

kaminari groaned beside him, "you're cheating or something! i got an 80."

"that's high for someone like you!"

"hey!"

"aw man, i got a 70. you're so manly bakubro!"

"yeah, guess i am."

katsuki tried to resist the turning of his head, he really did. but he wanted to know what score you got, if you did well. though from the expression on your face and the way momo patted you on the back,

not to mention the red ink used all over your paper. he knew you didn't.

"man this totally sucks!" you exclaimed, your hands clutching the paper of your test. "i studied and everything, i don't even need math, im a hero for crying out loud!"

jirou's teases and momo's comforts faded into the background as he only focused on you, and the nagging feeling for him to help you.

with another ring of the bell and a sigh from mr. aizawa, katsuki left early to try and beat the crowd of girls who seemed to pounce on him.

he didn't though, he found himself at the entrance at U-A, almost to freedom when the crowd pointed at him, "that's him! i can't believe it!"

"dynamite, an autograph please?"

"hey- don't be so casual. it's lord explosion--"

"who cares? i want a photo!"

at that, they chased him. all his progress down the stairs and through the halls was gone as he was led right back down to class 1-A. he stupidly lead himself right back into a corner.

his head darted around, until he noticed a tuft of familiar hair in the classroom. you hadn't left? oh well, he needed your help and quick.

you were sobbing internally, looking over your horrific test score with a sad expression. a 70? you might as well just drop out now.

as the hours of studying you'd done for waste passed over in your mind, a noise caught you off guard.

he had burst in, making your deflated form jump off the desk. "katsuki, don't scare me like that!"

he rushed over to your side, grabbing your hand off where it was hanging limply on the desk. "be my girlfriend for a second."

the words barely even processed in your brain before you were being manhandled off the desk, your mind rushed to catch up. "wait-- wha-"

before you knew it you were led towards the door of obsessed fan girls. his hand was intertwined tightly with yours, a slight flush on his face.

"listen up." he started, making his fans shush eachother. "my girlfriend hasn't been appreciating all your bullshit. and neither have i, so for the love of god stop it already."

he pulled you alongside him, "move." a path opened for the two of you, letting you two through. he walked you to the entrance, no words spoken between the two of you until you stopped infront of the lockers where you'd keep your shoes.

"[name]-- uh." he took a breath, his heart sped up rapidly around you. it sped up at the simple tilt of your head.

"so. if you help me with this shit, i'll tutor you.

or whatever."

a hand was behind his head, his averted eyes now focusing on you as he awaited your answer with baited breath.

you had an expression of thoughtfulness on your face. your finger on your chin as you looked up to the ceiling to think.

'have everyone think youre dating a cute boy and get a tutor?'

the pinkie of your hand shot out, a closed eye smile on your face. "i'm in!"

a soft smile graced his lips, his pinkie intertwining with yours and sealing his fate in more ways than one.

because you really did have him wrapped around your finger. literally and figuratively.

"let's go to my room so we can talk over it!"

you really were going to be the death of him.

it's not like he'd never been to your room, just not in a situation like this.

not when he'd declared himself your boyfriend an hour earlier, not when his hands were sweaty with his nervousness, and not when you'd agreed so hastily to be his.

he wondered if you'd accept if anyone else asked you. if izuku or todoroki had been facing this situation instead of him.

"'suki?" you patted the side of your bed next to you, "sit with me."

he sighed, the thoughts disappearing from his mind at your words. he really was whipped for you.

"yeah, yeah. i'm goin'" he sat beside you, oddly stiffer than normal. he held his own hands as he waited for you to say something.

"okay, so, we should have like-- a plan or something right?"

"a plan? what the fuck for?"

"like so we don't get caught faking this or whatever. if they find out your fans will just come back running, no?"

he shuddered at the thought. "yeah, don't wanna deal with that shit."

"right? so the first part of our plan, is that everyone has to think we're dating. cool?"

katsuki's mind was racing. cool? more like the best thing that would happen to him. he felt as if everyone knew of his crush on you.. except for you.

being to say he was all yours and that you were all his, even if it was a lie..

"yeah, it's cool."

"great, that's really the only thing we had to establish. we hang out a lot anyways so, we'll just have to be affectionate or something to seal the deal."

his heart jumped at the idea of hugging you, wrapping an arm around you, holding hands with you in public. the ghost of a smile came over him.

"right."

"cool. so nothing else matter--"

"we're starting your studying shit tomorrow. the next test is next week, so we don't have time to play around [name]."

"ughh. i wish you forgot about that." your head fell into your hands. "i hate math, what do i even need it for?"

"advanced math, nothing really. but estimates are important in hero work. estimating time, the abilities of your body, the amount of civilians, all that stuff."

"you're such a nerd."

"hah?"

he continued explaining the importance of math to you despite your grievances. his finger was pointed in the air, you swore you could see the need emoji popping over his face.

your eyes closed, the weight of the day, your grade, and the thought of studying alongside a nerd like katsuki tiring you to no avail. you yawned, laying your head on his shoulder.

you could hear the thumping of his heart, the racing of his blood in his veins. it rocked you to sleep, "wake me up later, m' a take a nap." you mumbled against his shoulder, before falling asleep.

his mouth shut, eyes peeled on your body that now clung to his side. his face grew hot, when did it get so hot in your damn room?

he tried his best to stay awake, to let you nap and wake you up in the morning. but as the clock hit eight o clock, the time he was supposed to head back to his dorm.. he found himself stuck in place.

not by an invisible force, not by some obligation. it was only the thought of wanting to be with you, next to you. wanting to let the comfort of your weight next to him drive himself to sleep.

so he did. he fell asleep, letting his head lay on top of yours, holding your body closer to his. shutting his eyes.

the light of the sun woke him up first, you didn't close your blinds yesterday, and the sun shined brightly,

directly into his face. he groaned, his voice deep from sleep as he peeled himself off of you. he was confused from fatigue, wondering why he was still in your room.

he felt an arm around his waist, he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes to see it was you who was holding him close. he thinks you were using him in place of your huge teddy bear, the one laid neatly in the corner of your bed.

his heart rate quickened once again, wanting to go back to his room, but fighting the urge to stay looking at you.

an absentminded hand moved a couple strands of your hair out your face, pinching your cheek when he got bold.

you don't wake up, he sighed a breath of relief. 'til he felt your body start to stir, you pushed your head more into his chest, your eyes finally starting to open slightly.

"oh? g'morning kat'." you were sleepy, your words slightly slurred and muffled from how you were pressed against him.

"you slept here?" you asked, pulling away from him as you moved to stretch your upper body.

"uh-- yeah." he was once again lost for words at the sight of you, your shirt slightly pulled up from how you'd slept, your hair messy from the lack of a protective style before sleep.

"sorry for waking you up then, 'suki."

"no, i was already up. i just didn't wanna wake you."

"well, you failed." you joked. "anyways, you should get out of here soon, if iida sees you he'll probably flip out and tell mr. aizawa."

"right."

"let's walk to class together!" you clasped his hands in yours. "okay?"

you were going to be the death of him once again. "okay."

you let go and he got up, ruffling his hair slightly and looking back at you who sent him a small smirk and wave. before slowly walking out your door. he did his best to keep his movements quiet and minimal.

he was at the elevator, before uraraka walked out. shit. "bakugo? what are you doing here?"

"uh.. got lost."

her face scrunched in confusion, a knowing smile on her face after a second. "right.. tell [name] good morning for me."

".. tell her yourself." he got into the elevator, already seeing the grin in uraraka's face as he went up a floor to his room.

the same grin everyone greeted him with as he went to sit next to you in the common room, having made you some breakfast. he and you were all ready, you had refreshed your hair from when he was playing with it, simple makeup and your uniform ironed. he admired you while he ate his meal.

"ah, thanks 'suki."

"mhm."

you moved to whisper in his ear, "why's everyone looking at us?"

"fuck if i know."

"so you two lovebirds aren't gonna say anything?" denki said, putting his hands on his hips as he looked you two over.

"'bout what?"

"that you two are totally dating!" mina exclaimed, pointing at you. "and you didn't say anything? wow [name], i thought.. we were closer than that." she mock fully cried.

katsuki was about to say something, you cut him off though. "i thought everyone knew?" with a tilt of your head, a question mark almost visible from the blank expression you wore.

the class only sighed, kirishima shrugged his shoulders. "yeah, we should've guessed. i mean bakugo had a obvious crush on you for the longest."

"yeah, good looks man." sero gave him a thumbs up.

"tch. let's go [name]." he sat up, placing his and your finished dishes in the sink before you followed behind him.

"right! bye guys!"

you grabbed his hand as you walked out the door. nobody was around, there was no need to keep up appearances now.

but that didn't stop him from holding your hand tighter.

and that didn't stop you from clinging even more to his side.

it seemed you two were now together all the time. a clingy couple is what you seemed like to your friends, and more importantly his fans.

at lunch he could now be in the cafeteria again, you were stuck his side as you ate, an arm around you as you shared his food, insisting his cooking was better than the U-A food.

you were caged in by his body, you really did just look like a sappy couple to everyone.

during class, he was caught glancing at you. a lot. he'd roll his eyes and pretend nothing even happened, but everyone knew he was far gone.

during training, as you sparred you noticed he was going harder on you than before. some would think that because you were his crush he wouldn't get so aggressive,

too bad katsuki only wanted to push you harder, get you to show the strength he saw you unleash on those villains in the war. he wanted you to be stronger beside him, if he was number one, he'd want you to be ranked closely to him, because he knew you were strong enough.

that didn't mean it wasn't any more hard to fight him, the man was a maniac.

"you can chill out you know!"

"what? can't take it?!"

"no, slow your fucking roll!" you barely dodged his other attack, just barely moving out the way as he threw an explosion in your direction.

you now had met the conditions to use your quirk, comeback. by generating a max of 8 orbs, they'd absorb energy that you could use back for your offense. the only downside?

melee attacks couldn't be absorbed at all.

a kick to your legs sent you to the ground, you dispersed one of your orbs with the explosion stored inside of it.

"be nice and let me win!!"

"no."

he dodged your attack and pinned you to the ground. he won.

"you're so mean 'suki." you shoved him off you, making him grunt. "a good boyfriend would've let me win!"

a nagging voice in the back of his head was telling him he wasn't yours, you weren't his, and that he was only doing this for his convinience.

"well, i guess i'll be a better one next time."

even that voice couldn't deny that the way he cared for you wasn't anything less than real. that even if this relationship was fake, that he was undoubtedly yours. that the way he held his hand out to you, lifting you as gently as he could fathom.

"wanna go again?" he asked, a boyish smirk on his face.

"you know it!"

your plan of tiring katsuki out with exercise didn't work, so you found yourself in his room at his desk. showered and wiping the dew off your neck with a towel, you sat in front of him with a book splayed open.

he was hammering topic after topic into you.. statistics or something? you weren't really paying attention, you were more interested in the bulge of his muscles out of his tank top.

his words were a blur when you suddenly found yourself reaching a hand out to feel his muscle,

your hand squeezing it.

'firm. hm.' you thought, until he pulled you away, an incredulous look on his face. "this is why your class ranking keeps falling [name]. focus!"

"how can i focus with you in front of me? it's like dancing a donut in front of a cop!" you whined, face planted onto his desk.

"you're.. insane."

"you love me though, don't you?" the words slipped out of your lips without a second thought, your face flushing slightly. "oops, sorry! almost forgot you arent my like-- real boyfriend!"

he swore he heard a bit of disappointment in your voice, felt a bit of reluctance in your movements as you pulled away at him, saw a bit of longing in your eyes.

"uh.. yeah. 's fine. let's just.. take a break." he said, motioning over to lay on his bed and do nothing for a little while.

if you would've told him a couple months ago that he'd be sat, face to face, body next to body, hands awkwardly close to each other as you remained in silence. you'd had a movie on in the background, something stupid he thought. not like he payed attention to it at all.

it was comfortable, being around you. he'd be a liar if he said that he didn't like the fact that everyone now thought you were his and vice versa. not just his fans, not just yours, but your mutual friends. family.

"do you wanna try again?" he asked after a while, voice soft and his hand moving to rub his eyes. it was his bedtime, eight o clock sharp, but he'd break it for you.

"hm? to be honest no." you moved to face him. "you look tired anyways 'suki, you should sleep."

he grumbled, his eyes closing slightly as he slowly swatted your hand away from his face, his grip lingering on your wrist.

"right." he yawned. he didn't know if it was the sleep or impulse, maybe a mixture of both. but he pulled you closer to him. making you crash against his chest with his head in the nook of your neck.

"stay." he uttered, his breath flush against your neck making the hairs stand up.

"katsuki?" you thought you were dreaming. you'd move to pinch yourself if you weren't being pinned down by him.

"please?"

"..okay." your words barely matched your actions. you cuddled more into him, pulling him impossibly closer as you melted into eachother.

a blanket was thrown over the two of you. you fell asleep in his arms, the beating of his heart matching yours as you breathed a sigh of realization.

you were horribly in love with katsuki bakugo. and he was with you.

your 'fake' activities as a couple were coming along a little bit too easily to the two of you.

feeding him a snack in his room as a joke, him finding out he kind of liked being babied, him blackmailing you so you shut up.

all couple things. normal couple activity.

you didn't even have to continue those things behind closed doors, but it just came so naturally. it seemed wrong not to do it.

it seemed wrong for him not to sling a hand over you, not to hold your hand when it was so close to him, not to move the stray strands of hair and tuck it behind your ear.

it seemed wrong for him not to save a spot for you at lunch, not to wake up a bit earlier and slip out of your sleepy grasp to prepare you a meal alongside his.

not to make some breakfast for you, light or heavy, depending on what he'd learned you preferred.

not to walk with you to class, even walking with you to go see your general studies friend in the morning, leaning against the doorway with a smile on his face as he watched you rave on about a show you'd watched recently.

why wouldn't he do it if he could? why shouldn't he watch your favorite shows just to have things to talk to you about?

he found himself fighting to stay focused during your study sessions now too. he found himself noticing things about you, the smaller things.

how you'd flip your hello kitty pencil around while you were speaking. how you'd bite your lips in concentration, your expressions of disbelief when you actually started getting things correct.

he'd have to cover his hand with his face. you were just too cute.

sometimes he'd even get distracted mid sentence. he was explaining simple things over again, just to make sure you knew what it meant.

but it was hard even keeping eye contact with you.

"so, in this problem x would be.. uh.." he went silent, his mouth open but no words escaping.

"x would be what? 7?" you showed your page of work to him, with a nervous smile. "if it's not right tell me already! i know im kinda dumb, it won't hurt my feelings too bad i swear!"

he looked down back at his page. mentally slamming his head onto the table, before recovering. "yeah, no you're right. you got it."

you slammed the work onto his desk, "finally! then we can break now right?"

"yeah, 'guess so."

"let's do something fun. take a walk, my legs hurt from sitting." you pulled him up by his hand, dragging him to his door. "hurry up!"

he couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped him, you really reminded him of just how young you two were. how he was just a high schooler with a huge crush, how--

"why are you looking at me like that? are you sick?" you placed a hand on his forehead, making him promptly rip it off. a scowl quickly replaced the smile that been on his face moments prior. "no i'm not. let's go."

you walked hand in hand, the sunset the background for your 'date'.

the last few days, he'd been nervous to bring up what was happening between you. he was nervous to ruin the odd relationship you two had, he didn't want to lose you. he thought the things you two had been doing crossed the line between friendship and lovers.

you didn't have to do any of this. though he was sure you knew that already.

"math exam's tomorrow."

"don't remind me! you totally ruined the moment you know."

"you'll pass. i mean, i was your tutor after all. if you fail with me as a teacher? you are a lost cause."

"that's not nice to say." you ripped his hand away from yours, crossing your arms on your chest. "thats really messed up 'suki."

he leant down to face you, the sun goldening you two in its wake as he grew a cocky smirk on his lips. "oh really?"

"yes really."

"n' what're you gonna do about it?" his face was barely an inch away from yours. with a glance to his lips, he moved closer.

he barely pecked you, before he heard a loud, obnoxious idiot speak from behind him.

"[name] and bakugo are totally making out over here!"

denki and kirishima were looking at the two of you, a glare crossed over katsuki's face as he basically dragged you with him back into his dorm. he was about to leave you at your dorm, the hallway empty since curfew was around the corner.

he held your hands in his, running his thumb over the knuckle of yours. he intertwined your fingers, only letting go after a while.

he tilted your head upwards with his two fingers, wordlessly asking for permission. moonlight now struck you two as he moved in.

uninterruptedly, he kissed you. deepening it with a pull of the hand, holding you against him.

he let go after a while, his internal clock signaling it was almost time for curfew.

before he left, he whispered to you. "i don't.. really care what we're labeled. and if this shit is real or not.

i just want to be close to you."

he turned, walking to the elevator. leaving your breathless, with your heart in your throat.

no more words were spoken between you two, not as you screamed into your pillow, and not as he stared up into the ceiling of his room.

you passed that math test. and each assignment that went with it.

the end of the year was now coming quickly, of the school year that is. you and katsuki still kept up your 'act', the activities now stretching to dates after school mixed in with your study sessions.

one's that'd leave the touch of katsuki on you more than the touch of knowledge. but it was working nonetheless.

it was all good between you two, an eternal honeymoon it seemed. after all, by now it had been at least seven months since this began. your class ranking was higher, he no longer had to worry about strolling through the halls, it seemed nothing could get in your way.

well, besides two things.

one: the fact that you two were scared to label in between yourselves yet, too bashful to call him your boyfriend and you his girlfriend in private, yet proud fully admitting it to others.

two, the girl currently straddling him with no regard to you whatsoever. your entire cafeteria table was staring at her, looking at what katsuki would do to move her off.

but when he didn't immediately, didn't immediately curse the girl out and push her off him? you did the job for him.

you yanked the girl by her hair, sending her to the floor with a tray of food falling onto her body. all attention was on you as you stared at katsuki, your mouth agape in anger.

"what the fuck bakugo?" you ignored her, even stepping on her leg slightly as your hands were agitated, your whole body was. you didn't even know why you were jealous. this wasn't real, it never was, he was just playing his role too well.

you should've known katsuki would go too far. he always did.

"babe-- it's not what you think-"

"then what was i looking at? and don't call me that. don't- don't fucking call me anything. we're over."

you knew to him that probably meant something different. you acclaimed the despair in his eyes to the loss of protection, to the loss of ease as he walked in the halls and the lack of paparazzi that'd ask him questions on his love life.

but to him it was so much more.

it was those things, yes. but it was more so the thought of losing you. the thought of the affection over the months being nothing but a memory and not his future. the thought of not having you close to him.

the thoughts of becoming nothing to you, less than a friend.

he didn't know why he didn't move, it was like he physically couldn't. the look in the girl's eyes, the grip she had on him, the weird smile. he recognized her as one of the girls who usually would be in the crowd following him around.

"you don't mean that." his voice sounded more desperate than it had in the whole time he'd met you, more longing slipping through than he intentioned.

but the sun's casting light had moved away from you, casting you in a shadow. "i do mean it. fuck you."

he was going to run after you, to chase you as you slammed your lunch tray into the trash. heading up to the rooftop to he alone.

but a hand, mina's, pulled him back. "i think.. you did enough bakugo."

she went after you instead, promising to bakugo she'd check on you.

fangirls were one thing? but a messy public breakup where you were never really something in the first place? surprisingly worse.

he'd been more snappy lately, his aura making the girls around him keep their distance.

he'd become quieter, closed off. you didn't come to eat lunch with him anymore, obviously. and he didn't go up to the rooftop to join you.

he didn't know how to speak to you, how to explain what happened, how to say that he was sorry.

he ran the scenario in his head a million times, thinking over the girl's quirk that had forced him into place. but it sounded so convenient, like he was lying.

but since your entire relationship was based off of one, he didn't know how to approach the topic in the first place.

a week. a week passed before he could muster up the words to speak to you.

a week of being ignored in the hallways, side glances and being walked off on. a week of not having you by his side, not having you to talk to, to study with,

to kiss.

you were alone on the rooftop, eating silently as you felt a presence behind you. you saw his hair in the shadow and sighed, placing your plate onto the floor next to you. "what?"

"let me talk."

"...fine."

he breathed a sigh, hands balling as he forced the words out. "i know what you saw. and i know it was bad, but listen. that.. girl. she had some quirk on me or something."

he paused, seeing as your movement shifted. he took the fact that you didn't leave as a sign to continue.

"i couldn't move, i would've. you know that. but, it was right for you to be fucking pissed. i'd be too.

and i know, this is my fault in a way. i've been.. a fuckin' loser about this." his hand went up to support his head, his eyes averting from where he felt yours eyeing him.

"i needed to ask you out, officially i mean, a long time ago. it was wrong of me to use you-"

"it wasn't like that and you know it." you moved now to face him, you taking his hands in yours once more.

"what are we? to you i mean."

"right now..

we're nothing, right?"

your eyes widened, his eyes came back to look at yours.

"what?"

the words settled between you, it sent a cold shiver down your spine at the implication.

"wait-- fuck i'm messing this shit up. i mean, we're, not anything right now. we weren't anything."

your heart sank, eyes falling to the floor though your hand still held by him. your bleeding heart was in his grasp too, it was apparent.

"but,

i'd like to be? if you'd have me."

he squeezed your hand tightly. "i, i think i did this all out of order. but, would you go out with me?"

you let out an anxious laugh mixed with emotion. relief? despair? you honestly didn't know. tears burned the corners of your eyes.

"you're-- you're real weird, you know that?"

"is that a no."

"no, it's a yes. i think."

"ya think?"

"you don't get to question me!"

"yeah, whatever." you shared a laugh of relief together. he held you, moving away to bring something out of his pocket.

a small bento box for you.

you gasped at the sight of it, it was so cute. "thank god! i hate this school shit." you sat down, patting the side beside you, prompting him to sit down.

"wow, a heart? don't tell me you like me or something katsuki."

instead of deflecting, of telling you to buzz off, of shoving you lightly, a small smile came over his lips once again. after a beat, he laughed boyishly.

"you caught me."

...

he patted your back as you choked on the heart shaped seaweed.

your first date was cute, a small picnic with the country of musatafu as your backdrop. it was weird, this scene had played out between you two various times. in his room, in public, in private, to everyone else you two had just recovered from a messy breakup. and yet,

your stomachs were filled with butterflies at the affection between you two.

your rank was high, the dates were endless between the two of you now. study dates, just going to cafes, mundane things became more when you were by each others side.

years passed, and your poor dorm was going mostly unused. you'd sleep in his bed most of the time, actually- you'd spent most of your time in his room. he even cleared out a section for you in his closet despite the fact that yours was perfectly fine.

graduation came along, your careers came rushing at the two of you.

you were the top rated woman hero, and he was number one. just like he dreamt, just like he imagined the future would be for the two of you all those years ago.

you were picking out some drinks from the vending machine, a pocky hanging out your mouth as you decided between two flavors.

you finally chose, having two drinks in your hand for you and katsuki when he suddenly dragged you into an alleyway, grunting when he pushed you against the wall.

deja vu? maybe, you felt like you lived through this before, the same mindless stampede of girls rushing past.

"i told you to clip down your hair."

"shut up. don't they even care that we're married now? why do they fucking bother?." he sighed, annoyed as he lightly grabbed the can out your hand, his frustration not matching his actions.

"well, maybe we need something that'd make it even more official." a lightbulb went over the both of your heads. you faced each other, a streetlight letting you see the slight pink tint of his cheeks.

"a ca-"

"a baby."

you laughed, keeling over at the sight of his face that grew impossibly red.

you went home, hand in hand, the photos of the two of you together making rounds in the media again.

but as you laid with his head laid on your lap, your head rested comfortably against the furniture you'd chosen for your home?

you couldn't help but feel like everything worked out perfectly.

and with the new addition of your family laid sleeping on top of katsuki's chest.

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sunderwight · 5 months ago

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Shen Qingqiu gets hit by a rare wife plot.

And it actually is a rare one because Airplane didn't even write this one down! He toyed with the idea before ultimately dismissing it as being too controversial for the tastes of his readers, and adapting only a few of the same elements for a subsequent chapter of PIDW.

But apparently the System can pull inspiration even from the author's thoughts, especially when there's nothing to contradict the concept and even a few threads of it still to be found in the original, and somehow Shen Qingqiu runs afoul of this previously-unwritten plot bunny.

The core concept was a cuck scenario, of all things. One of the Luo Binghe's wives gets afflicted by a poison that can only be cured by dual cultivation, but specifically can't be cured by by dual cultivation with anyone who has mastery over demonic qi. Something something conflicting energies, something bullshit something. Peerless Cucumber would have ripped the chapter to shreds if it had actually made it to publication, not just for the insult of implying that Luo Binghe should let one of his wives sleep with someone else, but also because why would Luo Binghe -- able to use both kinds of cultivation -- somehow not be able to keep his demonic energies from influencing the situation just in this one case?

Well it turns out that in his specific case it's because sex gets him too worked up to keep things strictly separate, and the degree of control required to treat the affliction whilst dual cultivating is extensive enough that even a little slip-up would be fatal.

Of course, in the actual chapter of PIDW, this same plot device was altered and used to create a harem orgy where Luo Binghe oversaw several of his wives "treating" one another's "afflictions", but Shen Qingqiu just had to go and get a fatal of dose of the more severe version (he didn't realize the risk, because again, this version didn't even make it into the novel).

Anyway, of course this ends up with Shen Qingqiu trying to figure out another way to cheat death, while Luo Binghe goes through the five stages of grief before accepting that he's just going to have to let someone else fuck his husband. This leads to an argument because of course Shen Qingqiu's not going to cheat on Luo Binghe, and he's especially not going to force one of his martial siblings to sleep with him, come on now, and Luo Binghe trying not to cry tears of blood while bringing himself to explain that a fair few of Shen Qingqiu's sect siblings would be happy volunteers for this task.

Shen Qingqiu's just like, well of course you think that, for some bizarre reason you think everyone wants to sleep with me. Bias is what it is. Really it's flattering Binghe but obviously every other person we know is straight, that's just statistics, and everyone in the entire cultivation world knows that Qi Qingqi would sooner chew glass than have sex with a man!

Luo Binghe, weeping now: Shizun please. This is serious. I need you speak words that make sense in the order you're saying them.

They argue, they reach an impasse, the clock is ticking. So Luo Binghe reluctantly turns to the most reliable source of information (outside of himself) on Manipulating Shen Qingqiu to Do Things That Are in His Own Best Interests -- Shang Qinghua.

At first Shang Qinghua is like, well I'm flattered Junshang but I don't think I could shoulder the baggage of fucking Cucumber-bro for you. But then Luo Binghe is like no I need someone who is way hotter and more capable than you, if Shizun is going to fuck someone else at my behest they're going to be TOP TIER so that when I fuck him better afterwards he's really impressed with me. Liu Qingge, obviously.

Not Yue Qingyuan, Shang Qinghua asks? (He'd take the insult a little more personally but honestly he's just relieved that he's not being asked to navigate this social minefield.)

No, Luo Binghe says. He's not 100% sure he could beat Yue Qingyuan in a fight even to this day, which in his mind also translates to not being 100% sure he could do sex better than him either, so Yue Qingyuan is an emergency last resort. He's way more likely to cry on Shizun too and Shen Qingqiu is into that shit, it's too risky.

Alright, says Shang Qinghua, and he thinks about it, and then he comes up with the beautifully simple solution:

Luo Binghe has to fuck Liu Qingge first.

Because of course the crux of the issue is that even with permission, Shen Qingqiu doesn't want to cheat on Luo Binghe. But in the twisted annals of his mind, Luo Binghe himself is still entitled to a harem, even if Luo Binghe is also happily monogamous in this life. So if he shacks up with Liu Qingge first then Liu Qingge essentially joins Luo Binghe's harem, at which point if Shen Qingqiu sleeps with him it's not an affair, it's the gay version of those fanservice-y 3P scenes that the wives in PIDW did. Shang Qinghua translates the concept as best as he can to Luo Binghe, who -- though slightly dubious -- must accept that so far Shang Qinghua's wisdom hasn't steered him wrong with regards to his shizun's eccentricities.

Luo Binghe's mission: seduce Liu Qingge, or at least convince him to have sex, or possibly to lie and (convincingly!) tell Shen Qingqiu that they had sex. That last one is the longest shot so he's probably going to have to just fuck him (Luo Binghe still underestimates how willing his husband is to believe that just about anyone would have sex with him).

Shang Qinghua's mission: convince Shen Qingqiu that he owes his husband steamy threeway gay sex or something so that this plan he pulled out of his ass doesn't backfire and get him killed.

#svsss #bingliushen #scum villain #scum villain's self saving system #mobei jun comes over at some point to ask what his husband is doing #and shang qinghua is just like oh just solving love life problems for our mutual overlord again #and mobei jun is like I thought he was fucking your weird cucumber guy I thought that was it #so shang qinghua has to explain and mobei jun is just like oh I see we're finally getting him a respectable harem okay that makes sense #mobei jun has also been contemplating expanding his own harem #although in his case he views it more like picking out live prey to put in shang qinghua's enclosure to see if he eats it or what #just arranging some political matches he has zero intention of consummating and waiting for how long it takes them to get poisoned #or fall into lava pits or whatever #the idea amuses him #shang qinghua: my king pls don't do that I have enough headaches as it is

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a-b-riddle · 1 year ago

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Part Six

Can't stop thinking about reader finally giving the boys a taste of their own medicine. And hurting my own feelings in the process of it all. I wanted to make this a baddie reader chapter, but its just a saddie reader chapter. I played Down Bad by T.S on repeat while writing this. Y'all need to thank @blueladys-world for being my ventor for this part.

None of them came the next day to pick up the box of everything you had collected. By everything, quite literally everything. Birthday cards and gifts. Keepsakes from your time together they had given you. Even going as far as returning lingerie they had given you. You didn't want any trace of them in your home anymore. You were gonna have to work hard in rebuilding it to be your safe space once again.

You were surprised that someone from the expo had DM'd you. Renée was an author who had tried to stop by to your stand, but got too caught up in the day. She was in London, working on her next series installment and wanted to pick your brain. Writer to writer.

The two of you agreed on a time. She had mentioned wanting to try this restaurant the last time she visited and you already knew you would be putting that meal on a credit card. It was a bit of splurge, but after the past week you deserved it. You could even wear that sexy black number that had been collecting dust in your closet.

By the time you were done getting ready and squeezing into your dress, you looked more ready for a date than dinner with a colleague.

A colleague. You had a colleague!!!

The knock on the door pulled you from your girlish glee. You didn't need to guess who it was. Your friends knew to text you before they came over and Renée had agreed just to meet you at the restaurant.

It was one of them.

You didn't even t bother looking through your peephole before you opened the door to find Johnny standing there with a floral arrangement of your favorite flowers.

Johnny began to speak, afraid you were going to shut him down immediately no less. But no words came out. His eyes traveled up and down your body, taking you in.

A vision.

You wanted to snap at him that your eyes weren't located on your hips. But damn if it didn’t feel empowering seeing Johnny’s gaze gloss over.

"Fuck me." He swore, gathering his bearings before realizing you were dressed. In a sexy black dress and heels and makeup and oh, fuck you were going out. "Where are you going?"

"First off, none of your business," you said holding a finger up. "And secondly, what are you doing here?"

"Listen," "Bon-"

"The box is right there." You said pointing to a large cardboard box on the floor. "That's everything."

"If you just let me make it-"

"Up to me?" You cut him off again. "I'm over it. Really."

"Just give me a chance."

"Either you haven't spoken to the other two to know I am well and truly done with this situationship, or you’re hoping some half-ass apology and flowers will let you get a last fuck in and the skedaddle. So hopefully if it was latter, hopefully the former answered that for ya.”

So if that's all you came here for, I've got to get going. My reservation is at seven and it's rude to keep a friend waiting."

"It's been a week and you're already going on a date?" He accused.

"Who said anything about a date?" You didn't outright say it wasn't. Where would be the fun in that? “It's just dinner with a colleague.” You didn’t want to lie. It wasn’t a date. But you didn’t need to say it was a woman. “Hardly a date.”

“Look at the sight of ye!" He said, taking the opportunity to take a quick look at how deliciously your ass filled that dress. “A fookin’ dinner with a colleague. Like one of us would show up to a briefing like that.” You opened your compact. Not needed in the age of cellphones but loving the feminine touch.

There was something so... seductive about using a compact mirror to apply your lipstick.

“Kyle does have the legs for this dress.” You said, applying that lipstick he loves. That same shade that looked beautiful on your lips. The same lipstick you would mark all over Johnny’s body. “Believe what you want. Not my problem anymore.”

You put your compact back in your purse along with the lipstick in case you needed to reapply it after dinner.

Johnny's eyes zeroed in on your lips before his eyes met yours. That's when you felt it again. That undeniably spark of chemistry that you had with him. With all of them. That feeling that sucked the very breath from your lungs and for a moment all you could see was the man in front of you.

"Bonnie," he said placing his hands on your neck. His thumbs stroking your cheeks softly. "Just one more chance." He begged, his voice breaking. "I'm a fucking git, but I won't let you go again. I won't leave." You knew that when it came to promises, Johnny had proven that even if he didn't mean to break them, he had forgotten he made them in the first place.

But in that moment you didn't care. Even after everything, Meredith was right. You had loved them. Everything else had ended so shitty. John had blamed you. Kyle had only shown up until it was too late. And Simon. The last time you would ever hear his voice was after he said such cruel things to you.

No.

If you were done with Johnny, you won't let the last time he fucked you being a quick, rough fuck doggystyle before leaving you naked and alone in your bed.

No. The last time with Johnny needed to be good. It might make it harder to finally leave, but you needed this. You needed to know that he could still make love to you and not just fuck you like an animal in heat.

"Johnny?" You asked. Your mouth dangerously close to his. "I don't want you to fuck me."

"I don't have to," he said, starting to take a step back to give you some space before your hands reached his. Holding him in place.

He can't let you go. You couldn't let him go. Not yet. Just one more. You needed just one more time to get him out of your system. The closure you needed.

"Make love to me." You begged, your eyes pleading. "I need to know that I wasn't just something you wanted to fuck." You don't move as his eyes search yours, looking for reassurance. When you nod, his mouth softly touches your own.

His hands travel along your body, but never fully leave you. Sliding your neck to your back. Pulling your body closer to his. A hand placed on your hip so tightly he's afraid you might disappear.

There's no rush, no haste in his touch. His mouth not eager to devour you.

He's slow. With his hands, his tongue. Even when he picks you up and walks to your bedroom with your legs around his waist.

He doesn't throw you on the bed.

Not this time.

He lays you down. His body laying on top of yours. His hand skimming along your bare thighs, but not daring to travel any higher.

But damn you needed him. You wanted love making, but if he didn't get inside you soon, you weren't sure you could let him go after this. You weren't sure you would be able to leave.

"Johnny," you whimpered, pulling away from his mouth. "Please." You took his hand, putting it between your thigh. Aching for any friction.

He obeyed without hesitation. If you told him to get on his bark, he would in that moment. Anything to make you happy. Anything to keep you.

"Got to get you out of this dress first." He resting on his knees before he began to slide the black satin from your thighs to your stomach. You maneuvered, helping him undress you leaving you in nothing.

"I thought you liked the dress." You couldn't help, but tease. Your hand finding its home on the back of his neck, pulling you to him once more.

In a tone lacking any note of humor and in all seriousness, he looked at you. Really looking at you. Taking in how your smile reached your beautiful eyes before he said, "I want you bare to me when I take you."

You felt your stomach flutter at his words before he began to take off his clothes.

He joined you again. His body relaxing when they got between your legs again. His mouth traveled from your exposed neck to your nipples. Sucking and flicking them with his tongue until your back arched. Pressing harder into his mouth.

Your hands tangled in his soft brown hair before you boldly guided him to your already dripping core. He slid down your body before his hands began to push your knees apart until you were fully expose to him.

With your knees bent, Johnny settled on his stomach, placing soft kisses on your soft inner thighs. God, did he love seeing you squirm. He smiled at your tortured expression before looking down at your sex. "There she is." He said before placing a kiss on your pussy.

It wasn't sloppy. He wasn't diving in and licking at your center like so many times before. He was kissing it just as tenderly as he kissed your mouth. Slowly building it deeper and deeper. Adding tongue. Breaking away to readjust his head.

The delicious ache between your thighs began to become to unbearable. "Need you inside me." You panted. "Johnny-"

"Shhh." He soothed. "Got to warm you up first , Bonnie." He said before slipping his finger inside of you. One was all it took before your head settled against the pillows again. When your body relaxed, he added another. He would need to add three to make sure you were good and ready.

His digits stroked that spongy spot inside of you that made your toes curl. "You're barely fitting around my fingers." Johnny was a good 6 inches in length, but the girth is what always did you in. It hurt to take anything past his head into your mouth. If you fucked him without any preparation, especially after a week of no sex, he would tear you into too.

His tongue caressed your clit, your eyes squeezing shut as you felt your first orgasm creeping up on you.

"Johnny." You moaned, your fingers running through his soft brown hair.

"Give it to me, beauty." He panted. "Come on my face. Squeeze my fingers, Lass." He begged before his mouth went back to you.

It was like lightning. Your body now sensitive after being forsaken for so long. Your vision blurred and before you could process it, Johnny was sitting on his haunches between your legs, stroking his cock.

You could only nod, dazed and barely keeping a grip onto the reality of what this was.

The end.

He leaned forward, his cock nestling against you. You knew this was going to be nothing compared to his fingers. "Tell me if I need to stop."

You smiled, mockingly. Reminding him, "Not our first time together, Johnny." just our last.

"You were wrapped tight around my fingers." He gave a half smile before kissing your forehead. The gesture like a knife twisting in your heart. "I just don't want to hurt you."

"I'm ready." You brought your legs around his waist again. Pulling him to you, your arms wrapping around his neck as your mouths meet.

He presses into you. The head of his cock sliding inside just one or two inches. You body contracting around him in a small spasm. He swallows your moan and lets you adjust. He pulls away before looking down where the two of you meet.

"I could die like this, Lass." He said, his breath coming out unsteady as he tries his best to control himself. So close to just burying himself inside of you to the fucking hilt. "Seeing you like this is this first thing I want to see when I make it to the other side." You let out a choked cry as he pushes deeper inside you. Another inch. And another. And another until you're taking all of him.

He slurs something that sound like "fuck", but you are in too much of a daze to care. You arch into him, trying to get closer.

His thrusts are slow and deep. His pubic bone brushing against your clit making you whine and squirm. Begging for more.

You're not sure how long he had fucked you like that.

You needed it to stop.

You couldn't handle it. The softness. His words.

I could die like this, Lass.

Your lip quivered as you told him you wanted to be on top. You needed a moment. A chance to create a bit of space before he shattered your world yet again.

He pulled out. His absence already making you ache for him again before he settled beside you.

You squatted above his cock. Your feet flat against the mattress as you grabbed his hardness and slipping it inside of you. The sound you let out was pornographic. A high pitched, soft moan slipping from your lips as he buried himself inside of you again.

You placed you hands on his chest. Using the leverage to ride him. Your arms serving as barrier for you to get your bearings.

You used his body just as he had used yours. Throwing your head back, you moved faster and faster. Readjusting so your hands went from his chest to his stomach, giving him a better view of your connecting bodies.

His hand slips between the two of you, thumb pressing against your clit, and you tighten even more around. A needy whimper coming out of your throat. The sound mixing in with the sounds of his labored breathing and slapping skin as he begins to fuck up into you.

Even though he had been doing all the work for the last several minutes, you felt the tension start to creep into your calf.

"Fuck fuck fuck." You screech, barely able to hold yourself up any longer. "Ow." You hissed as the cramp took hold.

"Leg cramp?" He asked, not even faltering in his thrusts. You pathetically nod before he takes it upon himself to flip you on your back again.

"I'm going to do this every chance I can." He promises, pressing a searing kiss onto your exposed neck. "Any chance you'll give me." You can't take it. His words, his mouth, his fucking cock. It's too much. "I'm going to show you how much I want you. How much I want to fucking worship ye. Do anything to make you feel good. Not going to leave you again like that, Bonnie."

You reach for him again, pull him into a searing kiss just to shut him up. You need him to shut up. You couldn't take his false promises. You wouldn't survive it. Couldn't.

"Shit." His thrusts quicken, his thumb returning to your swollen bud. Flicking it in a way he had crafted into an art. He buries his face into your neck and you know he's getting close.

You weren't too far behind.

He didn't want to come, not yet, but this was fully out of his control. It was pathetic. A week without sex and you had him nearly coming in the first ten minutes.

But that's what you want. To see him lost in the idea that you would stay.

"Johnny." You groan out. "Please. Cum inside me."

He draws fast, beautiful circles around your clit that immediately push you over the edge. You shut your eyes tight, squeezing him like a vice as you come in strong waves, continuing to push inside you.

in out in out in out.

Deliciously clenching around him tighter and tighter until he can't take it anymore.

"Fuck," he says again, and you see it in his face, and you see it in his face, the second it's all over for him. You want to sear the image in your head. Keep it there forever. Knowing you'll never see it again. The way those enchanting blue eyes squint nearly shut before closing in complete ecstacy.

His mouth would open. A moan caught in his throat that he isn't ready to let go.

His hand closes around your hip, holding you to him while he presses as far as he can go, and it's only then do you feel his cock twitch in quick, jerky movements. He moans out your name before taking your mouth into a searing kiss.

"I fucking love you." He says. "So fucking much."

He was still under the blanket when you returned from the bathroom. You picked up your clothes up from the floor. Looking at the clock realizing you had less than five minutes to get out the door before you would be late for dinner.

"What are you doing?" he asked. You couldn't look at him. Hearing the panic in his voice almost made you stop. Tell him it really was just dinner with a colleague. A woman. That you would be back. Beg him to wait until you came home.

"I can't cancel on the dinner." You said slipping your feet into your heels. "This was a mistake."

You weren't sure why you said it. You weren't sure if you were trying to convince him or yourself. If you wanted to hurt him or make him think you regretted it when you would truthfully do it again. You would do it again and again. You would never stop.

Like Johnny, you could have died in that moment, but for a completely different. Where he would be content, you would be saved from the pain. The pain currently coursing throughout your very soul.

"Lock the door behind you." You say as you practically sprint out the bedroom. Only slowing in your stride to snatch your purse off the kitchen counter before running out. The door slamming behind you.

The restaurant was nicer than you expected. The wine alone was the price of an entree. You didn't seem to be phased at all and were relieved when Renée insisted on picking up the bill.

Your dinner had been delicious and the conversation even better. Renée wrote fantasy romance and wanted to pick your brain about a Why Choose. You had nearly spent out the over priced wine you weren't even really enjoying. Oh the irony.

"It's like all the rage now, but it's hard to make more than one appealing as the love interest. You should have seen the Goodreads comments on my last book. So many people bitched about my FMC not ending up with a character who was quite literally her adopted brother."

"So," you took a breath trying to find the words. "I'm going to be honest. I only read your latest book and I loved Luka. But I can't compare him to other MMCs you've written about so I don't know if they are similar or different. But what I can say is that I'm seeing like this trend of MMCs where they are all this dark-haired, brooding or mysterious character who dislikes mostly everyone and is only soft for either a select few or only the FMC."

"I think if you are going to write a Why Choose you need to think of guys you wouldn't mind falling in love with." You couldn't help, but think of what drew you to your boys. "One could be the leader. Someone who isn't afraid to have his neck on the line. To make sure everyone else is taken care of and being strong enough to handle the stress of that. He would be big on words of affirmation. Lifting the FMC up. For me, it would be someone that I know will take care of business. He's confident in his decision. That confidence would extend to me." You clear your throat. "If I was the FMC, that is."

"Okay." She nodded, pulling out a pen and notepad. "You don't mind if I-"

"I don't write about polygamy." Crossed that bridge. Currently trying to burn it. "So feel free."

"Another could be the one who it's so easy to fall in love with their charm. The one who falls to his knees. Wanting to worship every inch of her. The one who makes her laugh. That one to make her forget about the sadness that creeps into her bones. The one to hold her whenever he could. He's about quality time and physical touch."

"So different love languages." She said, her pen quickly scribbling.

"Yeah." You said, leaning forward. "Then there is the gift giver." Your mind went to Gaz. Most of the gifts and trinkets in the box sitting by your door had came from him. He had gotten you new earbuds when yours broke. When you were being harassed at your gym, he had bought you and him a membership at a different one. "The one who would give her the world if she asked for it. If you're going with a high fantasy then maybe the one to take note of something at a market that the FMC had been eyeing and he bought it for her. Just someone who takes notice like that."

"So acts of service would fall with all of them then you think?"

No. Simon had been the one who probably spent the least amount of money on you. He didn't praise you like John. He didn't even try to attach himself at your hip like Johnny.

But if you needed something fixed, he would come fix it himself. He'd be damned letting a strange man into your apartment. And alone? Fucking forget about it. The one who hated any sort of cardio activity outside of fucking you, but didn't hesitate in attempting to keep up with you when you wanted to go on a run and get some fresh air. If you needed something done, he didn't pay someone else to do it. He did it. If you wanted to do something, he made it happen. He made you safe.

You couldn't bring yourself to say explain it. Your eyes begin to itch. Warning you to think of something else.

So instead you just told her yeah. That they would all commit acts of service. And even in your hypothetical explanation of characters that haven't even been written yet, Simon was still the ghost among them.

"Lucky fucking girl." Renée said setting down her pen.

"Yeah." You said, downing the rest of your wine.

You walked home. The cool crisp wind feeling like it was whipping your exposed skin. It was soothing as the ghost of Johnny's touch still seemed to burn you.

You had hoped that you would get some closure, but you just felt hollow. You came twice and still manage to leave unsatisfied. Johnny wasn't malicious... he was Johnny. He wasn't like the others. Simon would never apologize and John and Kyle wouldn't try to keep reaching out after you told them know once.

Johnny couldn't stand you being mad at him. He never could. He would beg and beg for your forgiveness. You didn't regret fucking him one last time. He needed to know that you were well and truly done. There was no going back from this.

"Hey, Love!" You were pulled from your thoughts at the sound of a voice coming from a source you couldn't see. You perked up, quickly scanning the dimly lit street before your eyes settled on a cluster of shadows just across the street. "Yeah." The slurring voice said again. "Talking to you gorgeous!"

You resumed your trek home. Now picking up your pace. "Don't be like that! Where ya off to?" The voice followed you. You kept your gaze straight. You were three minutes away. Three minutes and you would be at your building.

Three minutes.

"What's the rush?" Another voice joined the cacophony. "Just want to have a chat."

You turned. They were maybe twenty feet away. You kept your eyes glued to them as your started to make a run for it.

You had made it about ten feet before your body collided with someone. Firm hands gripped your upper arms, steading you as you threatened to fall back.

You sucked in a breath of air, ready to scream when you looked up. It was too dark to make out the man's facial features. He was tall. His head eclipsing the street lamp just behind him. You shook beneath his hands. The voices behind you now silent.

"Keep walking." You didn't need to see his face. You knew that deep timber voice anywhere. He released you from his grip before letting you pass him.

"Just wanted to have a chat." You heard one of them try to reason. "No harm done."

"No harm done yet." Was the last thing you heard Simon say before you broke out into a full fledged run.

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jamiewrites-stuff · 12 days ago

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Hypnotic

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WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE😭 WHERE DID Y'ALL COME FROM- Thank you for enjoying my fic so far, I'm overwhelmed-

Anyways, here's another one. I'll try to make the chapters longer but no promises 😗✌

Please make sure to comment on what you think so far, I love reading the comments, it motivates me to write more💕💋

Btw, I gave them names to this- well, I didn't come up with the names. Credit goes to: @filijester (I think? Please correct me if I'm wrong) , I just picked these because it seems like the names a lot of people agree on, plus I think it fits them.

Abby Saja: Beomseok

Romance Saja: Jae-Hyun

Mystery Saja: Garam

Baby Saja: Daeun

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They descended from the ground, their feet gently planting on the stone pavement.

Luckily no one was around to witness such a sight.

They didn't want to be bothered by the trouble of humans seeing them appear from the depths of Hell.

"This is.. much different from what I was expecting"

Beomseok muttered, letting out a small whistle as he looked around. It's been a while since he visited the human realm, its the same for all of them.

"What now boss?"

Jae-hyun asks in a teasing manner, leaning an arm against Jinu's shoulder.

The Leader of this little group stayed silent, eyes carefully observing the area around them.

The Tall buildings, the blinding lights, the loud noises. He was in unfamiliar territory.

He didn't want to admit it.

But he didn't expect to get this far.

He had a plan in order to defeat the hunters, but he didn't think far enough ahead on what they'll do in between.

"You'll need a place to sleep"

A familiar voice said, as the ground in front of them opened up a portal, a silhouette of a familiar woman made her appearance before them.

But she looked more solid.

More human.

She wore a Black suit along with a matching pencil skirt and heels, though some of the top buttons of her suit were open, revealing more of her cleavage.

Her eyes lingered at the group.

She did all that she could to improve their appearances, but she could tell that her work wasn't finished yet.

"What are you doing here?"

Jinu questioned, not expecting her to join them on the surface, especially in that outfit.

"I figured you needed a manager"

She smirked, making some eye glasses appear at just the flick of her wrists, calmly putting them on.

She had to look the part if they were gonna pull this off.

"And based on what I'm looking at, I'm right"

She stated, giving them one final glance before turning around, she snapped her fingers, gaining their attention as she walked on ahead.

"Come."

With one simple command, the group looked at each other hesitantly before following after her.

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They arrived at a Hotel, it seemed like it was the expensive kind based on the decoration.

They just walked right in, None of the guards didn't bother to question their identity and just allowed them entry.

Their appearances immediately caught the attention of nearly all of the people in the area, yet they paid them no mind.

Beomseok glanced over at a group of women gazing at him from the waiting area, he couldn't help but send them a little wink, causing one of them to dramatically faint into another's arms.

He smirked, getting the confidence to walk towards the counter.

"A room for 6, please"

He said, placing a hand on the marbled surface as he looked down at the person behind the reception counter.

She only gave him a look of unamusement, despite her coworkers practically drooling at the mouth at just the sight of him.

"Do you have a reservation sir?"

She questioned, moving her gaze down at her computer screen, typing away at the keyboard.

Beomseok's smirk faltered at her attitude towards him.

That wasn't right.

He couldn't understand.

Why wasn't she reacting like the rest.

He glanced at the others beside her, seeing that familiar desire in their eyes, before his gaze went back at the Woman, who looked at him with complete disinterest.

It took a toll on his growing ego.

But before he could say anything, he was pushed aside by their self proclaimed Manager.

He let out a small shriek at her rough push, making him stumble back until his group mates caught him just in time.

"Excuse him, he's new"

She chuckled, leaning her body against the marbled counter. Her voice definitely caught her attention as the Woman looked away from the screen to look at her.

The woman took in Y/n's appearance, how the suit hugged her figure perfectly, that seductive gaze, her hair perfectly in place, not a single flaw in sight. The receptionist's body tensed up a bit as a swell of sudden nervousness overwhelmed her.

"I apologize if we're drawing in unwanted attention.."

Y/n muttered, placing her chin against her palm, referring to the crowd that was beginning to form behind them.

"It was.. Never our intention to cause trouble.."

Her said, a soft smile appearing on her lips.

The woman's ears turned a light shade of pink, as she tried her best to keep her focus on her eyes and nowhere else that was deemed... inappropriate in the workplace.

She cleared her throat, fumbling a bit on the keyboard.

She couldn't afford to get distracted.

"That's.. Quite alright, but we still need a reservation Ma'am."

Y/n smirked, her hand reaching over to the computer, grazing her fingers lazily along the screens edge.

"Oh, I'm sure we do..."

She said, keeping the woman's attention purely on her, the computer screen glitching for split second before reverting back to normal.

Y/n smiled innocently, leaning back a bit as she tapped the monitor.

"Y/n L/n, care to type it in for me Doll?"

She instructed, sticking out her bottom lip just a bit in a slight pout, drawing the other woman's gaze for just a split second.

Before she grew stiff and awkwardly typed in the name.

As if by a miracle, her name appeared on the screen, assigning her and the group to the penthouse, located at the very top floors.

She cleared her throat, turning back to Y/n who was wearing a patient smile.

"Yes, I see that you have a room reserved"

She nodded, grabbing the room card and handed it to her. Ignoring how the moment their fingers brushed against each other, it sent shivers down her spine.

Y/n grinned, happily taking the room card key, while her little demons leaned closer to her to get a good look at the key.

"Thank you so much"

She smiled, subtly bumping her elbow against Jinu's stomach.

He stammers, glancing at their manager then at the receptionist, quickly catching on.

"Yes, thank you"

Jinu said, politely bowing at them with the rest of the group mimicking his actions.

Y/n glanced at him with a hum, it was good that he caught on fast, but not fast enough.

That needed work.

With that thought in mind she walked on ahead, the boys swiftly following close, stepping inside one of the Elevators.

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Once they were inside, Y/n lift herself off the ground and went to the couch, a large cloud of history formed around her body for a split second.

Changing her clothes into something more comfortable.

Jinu watches Y/n drift down on the plush mattress, now wearing a Bathrobe that loosely hung on her body.

He took off his shoes, placing them in the shoe compartment near the door before stepping further inside, the rest followed his actions, just purely by instinct.

"Why are you helping us?"

He couldn't help but ask, that question has been ringing in his ears for a while.

Why did she agree to help him?

He would've left the topic alone, if it weren't for the fact that she's here with them on the surface, instead of falling back into a deep sleep.

Actually going out of her way to become their manager.

Y/n flicked her wrist, letting a glass of red wine appear in her hand, she didn't answer his question right away.

She let's his thought linger, she lifted the glass to her lips and carefully drank from the glass, her body melting against the couch in utter relaxation.

"Ease up Jinu"

Jae-hyun said, patting their leaders shoulder in an attempt to comfort him, the others were already making them selves at home.

Daeun and Beomseok were raiding the kitchen for something to eat.

Garam quietly made his way to the couch, casually sitting down beside Her, staying perfectly silent as usual.

"You'll get wrinkles from thinking too hard"

Jae teased, placing a finger on the others forehead, pretending to smooth out the imaginary wrinkles.

Jinu scoffs, lightly slapping his hand away with a small glare, Jae chuckles before walking away to go join the other two in the kitchen.

Y/n sighed, still feeling the man's gaze linger at her for some sort of answer.

"I told you didn't I?"

She says with a playful smirk

"I needed some good entertainment"

She chuckled to herself, her eyes hiding a mystery to them that Jinu couldn't seem to solve, at least not yet.

Her eyes flickered to the side, flickering with amusement as she pointed the glass at the spot beside him, where a familiar Tiger with quite a derpy expression made his appearance.

On top of his head sat another familiar face of a bird wearing a cute Gat.

"I was also interested in that little cub of yours"

She says, cooing when the Tiger slowly made his way towards her.

"Sweetest baby"

She whispers, letting the large Tiger practically lay himself on top of her, he let's out soft purrs nuzzling his head against her chin.

The bird cawed at his companion, flying over to sit on the backrest of the couch.

His eyes glaring at the Tiger, silently judging him for being so oblivious to the obvious danger, who was currently smothering him with scratches.

Jinu raised an eyebrow at the sight, not knowing how to feel about his large cat getting swept away so easily. So much for loyalty.

Garam slowly turned his head to the side, watching how Y/n smothered the Tiger with pets and small forehead kisses, unintentionally covering his blue furr with red lip marks.

His lips twitched a bit.

She didn't even notice how he slowly scooted closer to her on the couch.

"You're just the sweetest little thing, yes you are~"

She praised, finding a spot underneath his chin that made his purrs grow louder. Oblivious to the fact that the Saja next to her was quietly trying to get her attention as well.

Jinu shakes his head, letting out a deep sigh before turning around

Quite possibly to find a room where he could plan more clearly without any distractions.

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bonus-links · 10 days ago

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*waiting eagerly and patiently for directors commentary* :)

IT'S DONE RAHHHHHH ITS FINALLY DONE!!!!!!! I hope you all have enjoyed this chapter but I am REALLY excited to move on to what's next!!!!! i have been waiting literal years to get here,,,,

starting off with a few things: these frames are the same design from pt. 9, just damaged now. it's also uh. literally the same drawings KJSNFKJG listen sometimes I just have to make things easier on myself. also convenient crack through the hero of time's right eye >:-)

okay so the hero of time lore gives me a bit of a headache. let it be known that I understand in wolf's timeline, the events of OOT technically never happened. He knows the "hero of time" moniker bc he's met him, and i could've SWORN that name is mentioned if not somewhere in TP then in the TP manga. suspend ur disbelief for me lol

Anyway the idea is basically that post-game Wolf has done some digging to track down the person the Hero's Shade was when he was alive. I like to imagine he had some kind of bargain with Zelda where if he agreed to come to certain events she'd let him dig around in what survived of the archives after lol. I actually got stuck on this panel for a while trying to think of some other imagery that got this idea across without being so,,,idk on the nose? but i couldn't think of anything so i went with this HAHA. Even if Mask wasn't technically the "hero" in this timeline, I think he still ended up being a prominent figure, and some documentation of him would exist. An unfinished portrait, a text about the history of the royal guard, military records, correspondence between him and the castle, etc.

ALSO ALSO. how do they know they're talking about the same hero of time? well, they don't. they're making an educated guess lol. obviously whoever made this statue of the Hero of Time couldn't make it look exactly like him, but I feel like Wolf has noticed enough similarities between depictions to be like. hey wait a second

wake is trying to give a pep talk here like "come on guys, going on adventures is what we do!!" meanwhile Wolf and Loft are both like. yeah i guess leaving our loved ones behind with little notice to go on dangerous missions we may never return from IS what we do.....

speaking of which Loft is maybe technically being a little bit of a hypocrite here but I really think he's just trying to make sure Wake doesn't make the same mistake he did lol. he's feeling guilty

one of many things I really regret abt this chapter is not having Tetra and Loft have a conversation similar to the one he and BOTW Zelda have. I feel like Tetra's experience of getting to grow up outside of the pressure of the royal family or her role and then basically having it forced on her during the events of WW would be very valuable for him to hear. I had so many things I was trying to juggle this chapter and somehow that just slipped through the cracks 😭 im sorry tetra.

AT LAST!!! ANNA FROM FROZEN!!! when all that was going down a few weeks ago i was like GUYS GUYS WAIT. HE'S ALMOST HERE. does this mean I have to get a new icon now

in case its not clear (and it probably isn't) he's in the ALTTP lost woods!

okay so some of you may have noticed this, but up until now we've basically been following the thread of mainline games, starting where the timeline merged and working our way back to where it split in OOT. ALTTP is technically part of that, as the timeline where the Hero of Time dies. I have them all connected through the Lost Woods. The pitch for this was basically "wouldn't it be so fucking funny if Mage could've joined the story way earlier but didn't bc he was the only one with enough sense and also enough gall to just throw something through it." and then I couldn't NOT do that

so on that note, this is the BOTW lost woods. If you look closely, you can see Wolf in the distance.

I wanted to do something to establish him as a magic user! he could have just pulled these out of his bag but where's the fun in that. you might also notice that he's not wet because the rain isn't actually hitting him

ALTTP ZELDA MY BELOVED!!!! that's all

that's all i've got for now!!! bonus links turned 3 years old 3 days ago which is. wild. thank you all for sticking with this story for so long!!!

#directors commentary #bonus content

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izadi234 · 4 days ago

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A/N: Hello! I know I KNOW I said I would post the next chapter of Forget me not BUT! My sister got me obssed with Kpop Demon Hunters, and since its release, I've been down bad for every single character from that movie ever since so here is one of my ideas!

Famous Producer! Reader (Romantic) x Kpop Demon Hunters

Bodyguard! Father! Reader (Platonic) x Kpop Demon Hunters (kind of)

This small draft is about Huntr/x and I'm planning to write one about the Saja Boys in this same storyline.

Imagine you being a famous producer. You've been working with tons of famous idols, from groups to solo idols, but the ones that were your favorite and the cherry on the top for your career were Huntr/x.

And no, you didn't meet them just because. You see, the girls need new ideas not only for songs or dances but to advertise and produce their songs at the beginning of their career and despite having the old producers from the 'Sunlight Sisters' their ideas were... old, and they didn't get the ideas that Huntr/x had in their minds.

That's when your father came in. He was a bodyguard, specifically the 'Sunlight Sisters' bodyguard and later on Huntr/x's. He saw how his girls struggled with explaining their ideas to the old producers, so he gave them your number, and after a lot of things about it, they told Bobby to schedule an appointment with you.

At first, you didn't think too much when you saw the email of this guy named Bobby and just decided to give it a shot because of the name of the group, which you found cool.

But your jaw dropped when you recognized the girls or, specifically, the girl.

Rumi. Kpop royalty. She was at your door with two of her friends. And she wanted you to produce their first song. Yeah, you.

You were a bundle of nerves, and to be honest, you made a fool of yourself in front of them. Just a bit. But they found that very cute.

"So... You're (Name), right?" Rumi asked kindly as she smiled at you

Meanwhile, you were staring at her and her friends as if you've never seen someone like them, but her voice pulled you back to earth.

"I uh... Sorry, what was the question?" You chuckled nervously

They couldn't think of you as more than a cute and a bit awkward producer but damn weren't their jaws down to the floor when you started working.

Your face changed immediately. Your eyes were focused, and your lips were in a fine line as they explained to your their song and ideas. They waited for you to interrupt them once you got confused but that never happened.

Once they finished explaining themselves, you started giving them some ideas and suggestions, leaving them completely surprised that you had understood their vision.

"We know there is a lot we are asking for, so it would be valid if you had doubts or didn't understand at all" Zoey said, a bit embarrassed, not by their ideas but the complexity and how she thought none of them could explain themselves

"Oh no. I understood," you assured her."So basically, what you want is..."

Yeah, and you proceed to explain exactly what they all wanted for their song and it's production.

Ever since that day you became their producer and friend... Well, at least that's what you call them, for them you were more than a friend.

But it wasn't only your personality or work that pulled them towards you. You had something special, something that made the moon honmoon around you react differently.

Around you, the honmoon was yellow, a very chirpy and happy yellow, but you never seemed to notice it, or if you knew it, then you never paid mind to it.

For our 3 hunters, it was fascinating and scary. Maybe you were hurting their honmoon without knowing, or maybe you knew about it but didn't know what to do about it. They were sure that you weren't doing it on purpose as they didn't feel tense around you but didn't know what to do.

That's when they went to Celine. She was impressed and excited which left the girls confused but then she explained herself.

"As you may know, yellow is one of the 5 principal colors of Korea. It represents fertility and abundance, but many years ago, it represented high status and wisdom. Ever since the first hunters appeared, there's been a few people who presented this kind of color with the honmoon. Those people had an ability that was believed given by the gods so they could help fight evil. They're gifted with powerful minds full of emotions and creativity, which later one was discovered could help the hunters write and perform their songs better and give the honmoon more strength. Not every generation was lucky enough to meet one of these 'shooting stars' as they called them, but the three of you must be the luckiest of all. Now that you're so close to seal the golden honmoon, this shooting star appears right in front of you. Let them help you, but don't tell them anything. They may get scared and don't understand our duty as hunters"

And that's how your friendship began.

Meanwhile, your father was happy that you had found some friends in those girls (even though he noticed the way the three of them looked at you or how they asked about you) and to be honest he would be more than happy to see you with them in a more romantic relationship but that was your decision to make.

"Hey F/N (Father's Name)! Have you seen (Name)? I wanted her opinion about some lyrics" Zoey said as she walked into a room where your father was resting and talking with Bobby

"Oh. They must be at their apartment" he said

"Really? Oh, well. And do they like jajangmyeon?"

"What does that have to do with checking some lyrics?" He asked her

"..."

"Zoey..."

Before anything else happened, Zoey ran away like a little child that had been caught painting the walls.

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"Hey F/N! Bobby!" he heard Rumi's voice behind both men that were discussing the girls' schedule for the day

"Rumi" F/N greeted her with a small nod while Bobby greeted her with more energy

"I've been wondering... Is (Name) coming to our show tonight?" She asked a bit nervous

"I don't know. I guess so" he looked at herwith his eyes half open in a suspicious way

"Why?"

"I-I I was just wondering, that's all" she said nervous

"Yeah... right..." he didn't believe her

"And... are they free after the show?"

"Rumi!"

Then the girl ran off

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"Hey F/N" Mira greeted him as he was checking the security points of a stadium where the girls were going to preform

"Yes, Mira?" He turned to look at her

"Which is (Name)'s favorite color?"

"I uh... it's f/c" he answered a bit, confused by her question

"Really? Thanks!" She turned around and ran towards backstage again

"Girls, I know her favorite color!" He heard her shout at the other two hunters

"Really? Awesome!" Some other voices could be heard from the backstage

"Wait Mira!" He called out for her

"Why do you wanna know their favorite color?! Mira!"

Yeah... Your father was a bit overprotective over you, but hey! He was your father. He had a valid reason.

But he still trusted those girls as he had seen them grown over the last years.

Everything was perfect for them. The honmoon was about to turn golden. You were by their side supporting them, oblivious about the risks they face every day and the importance of the songs you help to write and produce. F/N and Bobby were also by their sides and the fans adored them.

Nothing could go wrong, right?

Well, everything went downhill when a new boy band was forming at the Underworld.

Hello! I hope you like this small writing because I had fun writing it and I have more ideas! Still I would like to see if you had any ideas or something like that or even requests!

Anyway thank you so much and see you in the next one!

XOXO

-Izadi

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cyanide-siren · 2 months ago

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pfft, we're not a couple

Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: You, Dean and Sam attend a Supernatural convention by Becky's invitation and see people dressed up as characters from your life. One couple, approaching you, is dressed up as you and Dean. Of course, you're just friends - right?

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"What the hell's this place?" you mumbled, looking around the people dressed to look like demons, vampires, werewolves and other monsters. But along with supernatural creatures, some of them were dressed in the same kind of clothes like you and the Winchesters did.

It was a convention for Chuck's books. The books about your life hunting demons. This can't be fucking real.

"Sooo, do you like it?" Becky asked, appearing next to you out of nowhere. God, how much did that girl piss you off with that wide lipstick smile of hers and pitched voice.

"Yeah, i absolutely fucking love it," you replied sarcastically, voice threatening and angry which Becky took a notice of and turned from excited to awkward. You didn't even care to look at her way.

Chuck walked towards the four of you, taking cautious and nervous steps. He had wanted to keep this a secret from you but of course Becky had texted the Winchesters from Chuck's phone.

"Listen, guys –" Chuck started but couldn't get very far with his words.

"No, you listen to us, you piece of shit," Dean growled, towering over Chuck right in front of him. "It's bad enough to write books about our lives without permission, but holding some kind of event to dozens of people about it? That's even worse."

"I-i didn't mean this to happen, but..." Chuck stuttered, afraid of getting a fist on his face if he said one more wrong word.

"Save it, Chuck," Sam spat and rolled his eyes.

Chuck was going to say something more in his defense until a man arrived next to him and started talking about the process of publishing new books to the series and pulling Chuck away from you.

Un-fucking-believable.

Soon, a random man and woman, holding hands, approached the three of you but looking especially between you and Dean. Their eyes widened both in surprise and joy.

"Oh, honey! They decided to cosplay them too!" the woman exclaimed with wide eyes and even wider smile.

"Wow, you look just like them," the man gasped, looking at the two of you from head to toe.

The woman was wearing almost exactly the same outfit as you, which gave you the creeps. She was wearing a wig too with your hair color, pulled up in a ponytail like your hair.

"Can we take a picture together, please?" the woman asked, already pulling her camera from her purse. All you wanted to do was to yank her fake ponytail and slam her on the wall, but you didn't want to cause a scene.

"You know, Dean and Y/N is one of my favorite fictional couples," the woman eagerly told you. "They are so meant to be."

Your eyes grew wider and cheeks turned slightly pink, panic rising inside your chest.

"Oh, no no, we're not, i mean, they're not," you stuttered, not getting the words properly out of your mouth.

"Yeah, they're just friends," Dean finished your sentence, eyes as wide as yours.

"Are you kidding me?" the man exclaimed. "The chemistry, both romantic and sexual, between them is insane! There's thousands of fanfictions of them too written online."

"Fanfictions?" Dean repeated, raising his eyebrows.

"Yeah, it's like, one of the most popular pairings in the fandom!" the woman said. She quickly looked around her to see if anyone was listening to your conversation and then turned her voice a little lower, "I'm writing a fic series about them together too currently, i've been working on it for months."

"Uh-huh," you mumbled, not knowing what the hell to say to that. Not knowing what the fuck those words even meant.

"Do you want to hear what it's about? I can send you a link," she suggested, looking excited for sharing her passion with someone else. "I'll be posting the next chapter tomorrow and..."

"No thanks," you declined, just looking at her like she had completely lost her mind.

"Anyway, how about the picture?" the man asked and already gave the camera to Sam. "You can take it, right?"

Sam just looked at the camera in his hand with a baffled and confused expression on his face, but as he turned his gaze on you and Dean, an amused smile spread on his face. Both you and Dean looked uncomfortable and horrified about the situation.

The woman pulled you next to her by your elbow and the man pulled Dean to the picture as well, putting an arm around his shoulder. You and Dean exchanged glances with each other, wondering if you should punch both of them with a fist on their faces or just give in and get it over with.

This better not be posted anywhere on the internet.

The expressions on both you and Dean's face were almost identical: a mix of confused, dumbfounded, terrified and slightly embarrassed. Sam only smirked, finding you and Dean's sudden awkwardness around each other amusing.

"Smile," Sam smirked as he was getting the four of you to fit the camera's screen. The two strangers pushed you and Dean harder against each other's shoulder.

No, you would definitely not be smiling, unlike these two weirdos.

When the picture had been taken, Sam gave the camera back to the couple who were more than happy how good the picture had turned out to be.

"Thank you so much! Have a good day!" the woman said and pulled you into a tight hug. You hadn't expected a damn hug so you just stood there, being suffocated.

"I think i'll go get a drink," you decided once the couple was gone, wanting to step away from Dean for a second. You also were in need of something strong to get through with whatever the hell was going on here. Just barely 10 minutes in and you were already losing your mind.

Dean was left alone with Sam, both of them looking after you for a moment. Dean turned to look at Sam who was holding his laugh.

"We don't look like a couple," Dean scoffed, but when Sam was silent, Dean's face fell and he looked a little more serious. "Wait, do we?"

"Yes, Dean, you do look like a couple," Sam said. "Been waiting for you to realize it yourself."

"That's stupid, we just flirt occasionally but it doesn't mean anything," Dean said and rolled his eyes, trying to brush it off. "We're just friends."

"Mhm, whatever you say," Sam muttered, letting himself smile when his brother didn't see.

Just a few metres away from Dean and Sam, one guy with yellow contact lenses in his eyes approached a fake Dean, saying with a grin, "What's with the face? Did i kill your mommy?"

Dean gritted his teeth, knowing he'd break that man's nose and crack his teeth if he had said that to Dean's face. To the actual Dean.

"Yep, definitely need a drink," Dean muttered, growing even angrier than he already was after entering into this building.

After Dean had swallowed almost a full glass of whiskey down his throat, he saw a man, assumingly dressed as Dean as well, talking with you in the distance. You laughed at something he said to you, hiding your smile behind your hand. Your pretty smile that made Dean's chest and stomach feel funny whenever Dean saw your smile or heard you laugh.

What was so funny? Seeing another man make you laugh twisted something in Dean's chest.

"Dean, just tell her already," Sam said behind him, noticing Dean's tight grip on the glass, knuckles turning white.

"Tell her what?"

"That you like her," Sam specified.

"She's a friend, that's it," Dean insisted, tired of stating the obvious to his brother.

"Yeah? Well, i suppose it's fine then that she's probably going home tonight with a different man when this is over," Sam said.

Dean went into a slight panic after hearing those words.

"Home? What? With who?" Dean asked, looking back at you talking with the stranger. "What, that guy?"

"See, you like her."

"Well, she can do as she pleases," Dean said, shrugging his shoulders like he didn't care.

"When are you going to stop being so damn stubborn?" Sam asked, growing annoyed of his brother not admitting to his feelings. Sam wanted Dean to be happy, to let someone love him, but Dean's constant resistance was making him lose his mind.

"I'm not stubborn."

"Mhm."

Dean noticed another man trying to flirt with you. At least that was what it looked like. You didn't look exactly convinced or impressed by the fake Dean's words, whatever he was saying to you, but it didn't mean that Dean wouldn't get a sting in his heart for having to look at that.

"That's not her type, she's not going anywhere with him," Dean said.

"And you know what her type is?" Sam asked. He highly doubted that you talked about your taste in men with Dean. Or that he'd be willing to listen to your dating life.

"Well, i know it's not that guy," Dean insisted.

You were pretty, anyone with eyes could see that. You were funny too, your sense of humor matching Dean's perfectly. You were sweet and caring. Damn it, Dean could spend hours on explaining all the good things about you that made people like you.

Who wouldn't be attracted to you?

You were just a friend. His best friend. He wasn't supposed to fall in love with his best friend. That was forbidden, right? Don't fall in love with your best friend. So, of course he hadn't done that.

But every time you smiled at him, laughed at one of his jokes, he felt his heart skip a beat and butterflies swarm in his stomach.

Was that love? No. You were a friend, that's all.

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You were pinned against the wooden floor, the ghost a small child holding a large kitchen knife against your forehead, ready to peel half of your scalp off. How was this kid so strong? It was like trying to push a grown man away from you with no result.

Then, the child burst into flames and ash until was completely gone. Those sons of bitches really managed to burn the bones?

Dean rushed to you, grabbing your hand to pull you up. Even he had been pinned against the floor by another child, not able to fight back either.

"Are you okay?" he asked in panic, breathing heavily. He cupped your face with his warm hands to examine your face closer, looking at the wound on your forehead, which was only a small scratch and didn't bleed more than couple of drops. A simple band-aid would be enough.

"I'm fine," you assured him and had a teasing smile on your face. "But it's kind of cute you're worried about me."

Dean just rolled his eyes and wasn't in the mood of joking around, the tone of his voice complete opposite from yours. "Of course i'm worried about you, i always am."

You swallowed, becoming more serious too and were suddenly much more aware of the small gap between the two of you. You were afraid that he was actually going to kiss you, but you were interrupted by Sam running into the room, out of breath.

"Oh, thank god, you're okay, I –" Sam sighed, relieved, but then noticed how close you and Dean were standing. Dean quickly let go of you and cleared his throat.

"Yeah, we're just fine," Dean responded. "Let's go."

But before Dean would manage to walk out of the room, Sam quickly stepped outside and closed the door, trapping you and Dean inside alone.

"Sam? Open the door," Dean commanded, not able to get the door open as Sam was blocking it.

"Not until you talk things through between each other," Sam shouted through the door, loud enough for you to hear him too.

"Talk what through?" Dean asked, annoyed at his brother.

"You know what," Sam said, frustrated of you and Dean being both so stubborn.

Now that there was nobody else around you, the atmosphere was more awkward than it normally was and both of you waited that the other would break the silence.

"So, that was fun i guess," you said after trying to think what to say what felt like forever, but couldn't come up with anything useful.

"Yeah, super," Dean mumbled, looking down at his hands.

Truthfully, you did like Dean, more than just as a friend, but you had crossed out the option of having a romantic relationship with him a long time ago, knowing that he didn't do long-term relationships and you didn't do short flings. Especially with your best friend. What if you told him about your feelings and he didn't feel the same? You'd make things between the two of you way too awkward.

"So... i saw you chatting with some guy earlier," Dean said.

"Yeah? What about it?" you asked, furrowing your brows.

"Just, i don't know, looked like you had a good time," Dean stated, looking around the room to avoid eye contact with you. Immediately after he had said those words outloud, he regretted bringing it up.

"Well, i guess he was kind of funny," you said and shrugged, narrowing your eyes and then examining his behavior. You started slowly walking towards him, a smile on your lips. "Wait, does it bother you that another man made me laugh, hm?"

"No," Dean scoffed.

"Dean?" you said, stretching his name longer and raising your eyebrows. "Sounds a little like you might be jealous."

"I'm not jealous," Dean denied, finally looking into your eyes. You were suddenly incredibly close to him, just a small gap between the two of you. Dean swallowed, his heart beating faster as your gaze pierced all the way through his soul. God, you had pretty eyes. "I'm not."

"Mhm," you hummed, not convinced at all. "So, you're fine if i go talk to him instead of you?" You put your hands on his shoulders, gently grabbing the collar of his shirt and twiddling it in your hands. "You can be honest. You wouldn't mind, hm?"

"Of course i'd mind, Y/N," he answered, voice louder than you expected, making you flinch a little. However, it didn't take you more than a few seconds for you to start to giggle.

"Someone's jealooous," you teased, Dean's face not amused at all. "Just admit it that you want me aaaall to yourself."

"And what if i do, hm?" Dean asked. "Want you all to myself."

Now it was your turn to fall quiet for a second, smile fading from your face.

Right then, Dean grabbed your face and pulled you closer, pressing your lips against his. The kiss lasted only a few seconds, but it wasn't just a gentle peck. It was hard, needy and like he was afraid you'd float away from him. When he looked into your eyes, noses almost touching each other, he read the expression on your face, shocked and taken aback, like you hadn't liked the kiss. That he had finally fucked up everything between the two of you.

Dean was just about to step back when you put your hand on the back of his head, slamming your lips against his again and taking him into a proper kiss. Dean almost instantly rested his hands on your hips, pulling your body against him. When you opened your mouth slightly, he had the chance to push his tongue inside your mouth.

Your body was going crazy, butterflies swarming inside your stomach, chest feeling warm and heartbeat rising faster. His touch was everything you had missed and needed. Having him touch you and hold you was like puzzle pieces fitting together that had been missing their other half for their entire life.

At some point you had to pull away to catch your breath and locked eyes with each other.

"Is it too much asked for if i'd be the only guy to be able to do that to you?" Dean murmured.

"You want to do that again, hm?" you asked, biting your lip to hide your smile.

"Hell yeah i do," Dean chuckled and was already about to pull you into another kiss, when, Sam dared to open the door slightly to peek inside.

"Chuck is on his way over here," Sam informed. "Might want to continue that elsewhere so he doesn't add that to his next book."

You immediately let go of Dean and started walking towards the door.

"Absolutely nothing happened here," you stated, but Dean grabbed your waist and pulled you against him before you managed to step out of the room, back on his chest.

"Yeah? Well something might happen in the motel later, hm?" Dean murmured into your ear, quiet enough that Sam wouldn't hear you.

But he did, in fact, hear Dean's words.

"And i will book a different room for myself," Sam said, shaking his head but also happy that he you had finally admitted your feelings with Dean.

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lanadelspray02 · 2 months ago

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A BEAUTIFUL MISTAKE: CHAPTER 1

paige x azzi

warning: sexual content !!

hey guys! an anon on tumblr requested a friends with benefits series, so here it is. I will still be mainly focusing on hold me anyway, but i will every now and then release a chapter for this series. let me know what you think or if you even want me to continue it :) I honestly dont know how i feel about this.

crossposted ao3 here

masterlist here

wc: 7370

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The AC in Azzi’s dorm apartment had been broken for two weeks, but neither of them seemed to mind tonight. The windows were cracked just wide enough to let in a breeze that barely touched the edges of the room, fluttering the corner of a Kobe Bryant poster on the wall.

Azzi was sprawled across the couch in biker shorts and a too-big UConn shirt, one bare leg tucked beneath her and the other brushing against Paige’s thigh. Paige pretended not to notice, or maybe she just didn’t want to admit how badly she did.

The music playing was a mellow, late-night playlist Azzi had made on Spotify, mostly H.E.R. and SZA, with a little bit of Brent Faiyaz thrown in. It pulsed soft and low from a speaker on the windowsill, fading into the quiet hum of the room.

Paige leaned back against the armrest, one socked foot propped on the coffee table, an almost-empty can of spiked seltzer dangling from her fingertips. She looked relaxed, but Azzi could feel the shift in the air. The slow burn of eye contact that held too long, the laugh that stuck in her throat half a second after Paige’s smile.

This had been happening for weeks. Maybe longer. Paige wasn’t subtle when she flirted, and Azzi wasn’t stupid.

“You're actually insane if you think Bryson Tiller clears Summer Walker,” Azzi said, grinning around the lip of her glass as she took another sip.

Paige raised an eyebrow. “He’s literally heartbreak personified. She’s great, but you can’t tell me Exchange didn’t wreck you in 2017.”

“I was fourteen in 2017.”

“Exactly. Prime wreckable age.”

Azzi snorted, shaking her head as she leaned over to refill her drink. Her hair was pulled into a loose bun, a few curls sticking to the back of her neck. Paige’s gaze followed the movement of her arm, the dip of her shirt collar as she reached for the bottle. She didn't say anything. Just sipped her seltzer and tried to pretend she hadn’t noticed the way Azzi’s thigh pressed a little closer to hers when she sat back down.

“You’re quiet,” Azzi said after a beat, tilting her head toward her.

Paige shrugged, lips twitching at the corner. “Just taking it all in.”

“Oh yeah?” Azzi asked, amused. “What exactly is there to take in?”

“You,” Paige said, and her voice wasn’t teasing this time. It was low and easy, like it had just slipped out, honest without asking for anything in return.

Azzi blinked, her expression flickering for a moment into something unreadable. Then she gave a lazy smile, one brow arching as she leaned in just a little closer. “You trying to be smooth right now?”

“Do I have to try?”

That earned a laugh, soft, close to genuine, and then Azzi reached out and flicked Paige’s shoulder. “Cocky.”

Paige didn’t move away. “Confident.”

“Same thing.”

“Nope.” Paige leaned forward, bracing one arm on the back of the couch behind Azzi’s shoulders. “Confidence means I know what I want.”

Azzi’s smile faltered just enough to make the air between them shift again. Paige’s fingers brushed lightly against the back of Azzi’s neck, not quite a touch, more like a suggestion. The music dipped into a new song, something with a slow bass line and lyrics they weren’t really listening to anymore.

Azzi swallowed. “And what is it you want, exactly?”

Paige didn’t answer with words. She just reached down, slowly, and curled her fingers around Azzi’s waist, firm but careful, and pulled her into her lap.

Azzi made a quiet sound, surprised more than anything, her knees folding on either side of Paige’s hips as she adjusted her balance. She was warm. Solid. Close in a way that erased the space between flirting and something heavier.

“That’s bold,” Azzi murmured, but her voice had dropped half an octave.

Paige looked up at her, hands still resting low on her waist. “You gonna stop me?”

Azzi’s hands landed on Paige’s shoulders, fingers curling slightly in the fabric of her t-shirt. Her smile turned sharp. “I didn’t say that.”

The kiss happened like an exhale, slow at first, then deeper, more deliberate. Azzi shifted her weight forward, pressing Paige back into the couch as her hips settled into the space between Paige’s legs. Paige let out a soft sound that might’ve been a groan, her hands sliding up Azzi’s back and pulling her closer until there was nothing between them but heat and history and the kind of want that had been building for months.

Azzi’s hair brushed Paige’s cheek. Paige kissed her harder. Azzi answered without hesitation.

They didn’t say anything for a long time.

Only moved, lips and hands and the slight, rhythmic push of Azzi’s body against Paige’s lap as tension coiled tighter between them like something inevitable.

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Azzi’s mouth was on hers again, open and wanting, all soft lips and sharp edges. Paige couldn’t remember the last time she’d been kissed like this, like someone had been waiting for permission. Azzi shifted her hips in Paige’s lap, slow at first, testing, and Paige exhaled hard, fingers digging into Azzi’s waist. Her t-shirt had ridden up just enough to bare skin, and Paige’s hands found it greedily, warm, smooth, real.

Azzi pulled back just enough to breathe, just enough to look down at her with something dangerous flickering in her eyes. “Still think you’re in control?” she asked, her voice low and uneven, her hands slipping up under Paige’s shirt, palms dragging over her ribs, thumbs brushing just under the swell of her chest.

Paige licked her lips, leaned forward until her mouth was at Azzi’s ear. “Not yet,” she murmured, and then stood.

Azzi yelped softly in surprise as Paige rose to her feet, her arms instinctively winding around Paige’s neck, legs still locked around her waist. Paige held her easily, one hand under her thighs, the other braced across her back, guiding them through the small dorm apartment like it was muscle memory. The hallway was short, but the tension between them stretched it long, every second taut with heat, with the way Azzi’s breath caught against Paige’s neck, with the way Paige pressed her a little tighter against the wall as they passed, just to feel the gasp that slipped out.

Paige’s mouth found Azzi’s jaw, her throat, the place just beneath her ear that made Azzi twitch in her arms. Her grip tightened, and Azzi let her head fall back, lips parted, fingers threading through Paige’s hair as her body arched toward the contact.

By the time they reached the bedroom, they were both flushed, breathing uneven, teeth flashing between kisses that turned rough in the way that only happened when restraint finally snapped.

Paige set Azzi down gently on the edge of the bed, but Azzi didn’t let go. She pulled Paige down with her, dragged her into the sheets with urgency, and their mouths found each other again like they were starving.

Paige kissed her again, then shifted downward, dragging her mouth along Azzi’s chest, slow and open-mouthed, until she caught one nipple between her lips. Azzi gasped, her back arching, fingers tightening in Paige’s hair. Paige swirled her tongue around it, then sucked hard, just to see how Azzi would react. She wasn’t disappointed.

“Fuck Paige,” Azzi breathed, hips twitching upward as she tried to anchor herself to something. Paige moved to the other breast, repeating the same hungry attention, and Azzi whimpered beneath her, pulling at her shoulders, trying to get her closer, deeper, more.

Paige smiled against her skin. “You’re already so sensitive,” she murmured. “Bet you’ve been thinking about this, huh?”

Azzi opened her mouth to respond but couldn’t find anything but another moan as Paige’s hand slipped lower, past the curve of her waist, fingers teasing the waistband of her underwear.

“Say it,” Paige said, her lips ghosting against Azzi’s stomach now, moving lower. “Say you’ve been thinking about me.”

“I...” Azzi’s voice cracked, half a breath, half a confession. “I have.”

“Good,” Paige whispered.

She hooked her fingers in Azzi’s underwear and dragged them down, slow and deliberate, exposing her inch by inch. Azzi tried to close her thighs, overwhelmed, but Paige pressed a firm hand to the inside of one, pushing her open again. She kissed along the inside of her knee, then up, slow and hot and teasing, until she could feel the tremble in Azzi’s legs. Paige looked up, and Azzi was already watching her, eyes glazed over, lips parted.

“Don’t look away,” Paige said, and then lowered her mouth to her.

Azzi’s reaction was instant, a choked gasp, her hips jerking up into Paige’s face, one hand flying to the headboard, the other fisting in Paige’s hair. Paige groaned against her, tongue parting her folds and licking through them like she already knew every part. She was warm and wet and tasted like every fantasy Paige had tried not to let herself have.

Paige flattened her tongue, dragged it slow from bottom to top, then circled her clit, gentle at first, then faster, firmer, until Azzi was panting above her, thighs squeezing tight around her head. Paige moaned at the pressure, loving it, letting Azzi ride her face as she worked her tongue in tight, rhythmic circles.

Azzi’s voice broke on a curse. “Oh my God, don’t stop”

She didn’t.

Paige reached up, slipping one hand beneath Azzi’s ass and lifting her just enough to keep her in place, the other hand slipping between Azzi’s thighs to tease her entrance. She pressed a single finger inside, slow and deep, and Azzi’s whole body arched like she’d been hit with electricity.

“Paige....” It came out broken. Begging.

Paige added a second finger and started moving, curling with every thrust, tongue never stopping on her clit. Azzi was losing it, gasping, cursing, her heels digging into the mattress as her body fought to keep up with how good it felt.

Her voice was ragged. “Gonna....fuck, Paige, I.....”

“Let go,” Paige murmured, barely pulling back enough to speak. “I got you.”

That did it.

Azzi came hard, thighs trembling around Paige’s head, her whole body tensing, breath catching in her throat before breaking into a long, desperate moan. Paige didn’t stop, kept licking her through it, fingers working her slow and deep until Azzi was shaking, overstimulated, pleading softly through clenched teeth.

When Paige finally pulled back, her mouth and chin slick, she crawled back up Azzi’s body and kissed her. Azzi tasted herself on Paige’s lips, and groaned into her mouth, grabbing her face like she couldn’t stand to be any farther away.

“You’re fucking unreal,” Azzi whispered when they finally broke apart, voice hoarse.

Paige smirked, brushing sweat-damp curls away from her forehead. “Told you I knew what I wanted.”

Azzi pulled her in again, rolling them so Paige was beneath her this time, and kissed her until her legs started shaking again, until wanting turned into needing all over again.

Azzi kissed her like she was making up for all the time they'd spent pretending they didn’t want this, deep and dizzying, tongue sliding against Paige’s as her hand skimmed down her chest. Paige was still panting, the aftershocks of what she’d just done vibrating through her muscles, but she didn’t resist as Azzi shifted on top of her, dragging her leg over and straddling her waist.

Paige’s hands found Azzi’s hips, still trembling slightly, and Azzi grinned against her mouth. “You good?” she asked, but the glint in her eyes said she already knew the answer.

“I will be,” Paige rasped, “once you stop teasing.”

Azzi leaned down, her mouth trailing a path along Paige’s jaw, her throat, across the collarbone already marked by a few of Paige’s earlier bites. “Then shut up and let me focus.”

Her hands were everywhere, confident but reverent, like she was still wrapping her head around the fact that she was allowed to touch Paige like this. She cupped her breasts, brushed her thumbs across her nipples, then bent down to take one into her mouth, sucking just hard enough to make Paige gasp. Paige arched into her with a sharp inhale, her fingers digging into Azzi’s back.

Azzi moved slow at first, kissing down the center of her chest, then her stomach, tongue sliding along the ridges of muscle as Paige tensed beneath her. When she reached the waistband of Paige’s shorts, she hooked her fingers there and looked up.

“Can I?”

“Azzi,” Paige groaned, “if you don’t...”

That was all the permission she needed. She pulled them down quickly, underwear with them, then tossed them off the side of the bed. She paused for half a second to just look, at Paige laid out beneath her, lips kiss-swollen, chest rising fast, legs spread open and slick with arousal.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” Azzi whispered, more to herself than anything.

Paige opened her mouth to fire back something cocky, probably a joke, probably a tease, but then Azzi’s mouth was on her, and nothing clever came out.

She licked her slowly first, just to watch Paige react, the twitch in her thighs, the way her hand flew up to grip the sheets. Then she flattened her tongue and dragged it through her folds, savoring the taste, before closing her lips around her clit and sucking hard.

Paige cursed loud and bucked her hips, one hand reaching down to grab Azzi’s hair. “Holy fuck”

Azzi smiled against her and kept going, her tongue worked in tight, steady circles, her hand sliding up to press down gently on Paige’s stomach, grounding her. Every now and then she’d back off just to tease, to flick her tongue lightly or drag it maddeningly slow, only to suck again harder when Paige started to whine.

When she felt Paige getting close, her hips rolling, her thighs starting to shake, she slipped a finger inside her. Paige choked on a moan, eyes flying open, head falling back against the pillow.

Azzi curled her finger, then added a second, pumping them in deep, slow thrusts while her mouth never let up. Paige was falling apart under her, cursing, gasping, hand tight in her curls as if she couldn’t stand the thought of Azzi stopping for even a second.

Azzi loved it, loved the sound of Paige breaking for her, the way she’d gone from cocky to wrecked in minutes. “That’s it,” she murmured against her, voice low and thick with arousal. “Come for me, Paige.”

And Paige did, hard. Her whole body tensed, her breath caught in her throat, her hips stuttered. She let out a broken sound, deep and raw, as she fell over the edge. Azzi kept her mouth on her until Paige physically tugged her up, dragging her in for a kiss with the little strength she had left.

They kissed for a long time, still half-naked, chests slick with sweat, legs tangled. Neither of them said anything for a while, not because there was nothing to say, but because whatever they’d just done wasn’t the kind of thing you could explain out loud.

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The room was quiet, save for the low hum of the fan spinning unevenly in the corner. Outside, campus had gone still, no more late-night stragglers, no more music bleeding through the walls. Just the soft sound of breathing and the occasional creak of the mattress when one of them shifted.

Paige lay on her back, arm curled under her head, eyes fixed on a faint crack in the ceiling she’d never noticed before. Azzi was on her side, the sheet tangled around her legs, her bare shoulder brushing Paige’s lightly. They hadn’t spoken in almost five minutes. The kind of silence that wasn’t just tired, it was loaded. Something was shifting between them. They both felt it.

Azzi cleared her throat, voice still hoarse from earlier. “So… are we gonna talk about it?”

Paige didn’t look at her. “Talk about what?”

Azzi rolled her eyes. “You know what.”

A pause. Then Paige exhaled and turned her head just enough to glance at her. “You mean the part where you came on my face and then pretended nothing happened?”

Azzi blinked, caught between a laugh and a glare. “Jesus.”

Paige smirked, just a little, but it faded quickly. “Fine. Yeah. We should talk.”

Azzi sat up, hugging her knees to her chest, hair a mess around her shoulders. Paige pushed herself upright more slowly, the sheet pooling at her hips. They didn’t look at each other at first.

“So what is this?” Azzi asked, voice quieter now.

Paige rubbed a hand over her face. “It was… good sex.”

Azzi shot her a look.

“What?” Paige asked. “It was. Really good. Possibly illegal in some states.”

Azzi snorted, but the laugh didn’t reach her eyes. “You’re deflecting.”

Paige looked at her for a long moment. “Okay. Yeah. I am.”

More silence. Not heavy. Not yet. Just cautious.

Azzi hesitated before saying, “I’m not looking for a relationship.”

Paige’s stomach twisted, not because she didn’t expect it, but because hearing it out loud still stung. She nodded slowly. “Me neither.”

Azzi raised a brow. “You sure?”

“I wouldn’t have pulled you onto my lap if I wasn’t.”

Azzi squinted at her. “That logic makes zero sense.”

Paige shrugged, voice dry. “Welcome to my brain.”

They stared at each other for a beat longer, then Azzi finally leaned back against the headboard. “So… rules?”

“Sure,” Paige said, though her chest already felt tight. “Rules are good. Rules are smart.”

Azzi started counting off on her fingers. “No catching feelings.”

Paige gave her a look. “Obvious, but okay.”

“No sleepovers.”

Paige gestured vaguely at the bed. “Failing spectacularly already.”

Azzi shrugged. “Exceptions can be made for post-orgasm comas.”

“Noted.”

They were both quiet for a moment, then Paige said, “No texting at weird hours.”

Azzi frowned. “Why?”

Paige glanced away. “Because 2 a.m. texts start to feel like something else.”

Azzi chewed on her bottom lip, nodding slowly. “Okay. No late-night texts unless it’s strictly logistical.”

Paige snorted. “What, like ‘meet me in ten, bring ice packs’?”

“Exactly.”

She was trying to make it funny. They both were. But the edges were too sharp, too close to something real. Paige shifted uncomfortably and added, “No telling the team.”

Azzi nodded. “God, no. You know they’d never shut up.”

“KK would start a countdown for how fast we’d catch feelings.”

“And Nika would have a betting pool by breakfast.”

They both smiled at that, a flicker of ease sliding into the space between them. But it didn’t last.

Azzi leaned her head back and stared at the ceiling. “What about… seeing other people?”

Paige froze.

Azzi looked at her. “Like… we can. Right?”

Paige forced her jaw to unclench. “Of course. Yeah. This isn’t exclusive.”

Azzi nodded quickly, like she was reassuring herself. “Right. Just sex. That’s it.”

“Exactly.” Paige laid back down again, staring at the ceiling. “Just stress relief. A mutual favor.”

Azzi laughed once. “You’re so bad at pretending you don’t care.”

Paige’s smile was tight. “So are you.”

Another silence. This one stretched.

Azzi laid back down beside her, not quite touching. “It doesn’t have to be complicated.”

“It already is,” Paige said quietly.

Neither of them said anything for a long time after that.

Eventually, Azzi rolled to her side and said, voice soft, “You’re still staying, though, right?”

Paige looked over. “Thought we weren’t doing sleepovers.”

Azzi shrugged, not meeting her eyes. “There’s an exception for post-orgasm comas, remember?”

Paige chuckled, but it didn’t quite reach her chest. “Right.”

She reached out under the sheets and found Azzi’s hand. Their fingers laced automatically.

No more words. Just that fragile, unspoken thing growing between them.

They fell asleep like that, not touching, but tethered.

And neither of them dreamed about anyone else.

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Azzi woke slowly, the way you do when your body wants more sleep but your mind has already decided it’s over. The light coming in through the blinds was soft and diluted, just enough to tint the room in a pale gray that made everything look quieter than it was. She blinked up at the ceiling, adjusting to the stillness, and only when she reached out on instinct did she realize Paige wasn’t there.

Her arm stretched across the mattress, fingers brushing the sheet, but the spot where Paige had been hours ago was already cold.

Azzi didn’t move for a moment. Her hand stayed there, resting against the empty space, and she stared up at the ceiling like maybe if she stayed still long enough, the world would shift backward. Just a little. Just to last night.

The room smelled like her shampoo and Paige’s deodorant. There was a sweatshirt on the floor that didn’t belong to her, one sleeve turned inside out like it had been taken off in a rush. Her nightstand drawer was half-open, she didn’t remember opening it. Her phone was face down. And on the chair by the closet, her clothes were folded neatly, but the edge of Paige’s t-shirt was gone.

No text. No note. Not even a missed call.

Azzi exhaled slowly, more habit than feeling, and rolled onto her back, dragging the sheet up to her chest like it might hold something together. It didn’t. Her body was still sore in places she hadn’t been touched in months, tender reminders of a night she wasn’t supposed to hold onto. But it was hard to forget. Her skin still buzzed with the shape of Paige’s hands, the echo of her mouth, the weight of how it felt to be wanted like that.

She closed her eyes for a second longer, pressing the heel of her hand gently against her sternum. It wasn’t heartbreak. It wasn’t even disappointment. It was just… that slow, empty pull. The reminder that she’d made the rules. That Paige was just following them.

Azzi finally sat up, legs swinging over the edge of the bed. Her bare feet hit the floor with a dull thud. The air was cooler than it had been last night. Her window was cracked open an inch, letting in the distant sound of someone on a skateboard and a few birds that wouldn’t shut up. She pulled her robe off the back of her desk chair, slipped it on, and padded into the kitchen without turning on the lights.

The apartment was still. Caroline and Ice were probably still asleep, their doors shut. Azzi moved on autopilot, kettle, mug, instant coffee, a splash of oat milk. Her hands moved like they were used to distraction, like they’d memorized the steps of pretending everything was normal.

She sat at the small dining table, one leg pulled up under her robe, cradling her mug with both hands. The first sip burned her tongue slightly. She didn’t care.

Her phone lit up on the counter, not a message from Paige. Just Caroline: “Brunch? I’m starving and bored.”

Azzi stared at the screen for a second, then typed back: “Sure. Let me shower.”

No mention of last night. No questions. No confessions.

She locked her phone, sipped her coffee, and kept her face blank as the mug warmed her fingers.

Just sex, she reminded herself.

She didn’t believe it either.

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The brunch spot was barely a five-minute walk off campus, one of those places that always smelled like cinnamon and espresso no matter what time of day it was. The windows were fogged slightly from the heat of the kitchen, and the patio seating was already half full of students in sweats and sunglasses nursing iced lattes like hangover remedies. Azzi spotted Caroline immediately, tucked in the far corner under an umbrella, one foot propped on the empty chair across from her, sunglasses perched in her hair and a nearly empty mimosa in her hand.

Azzi approached quietly, adjusting the strap of her crossbody bag across her chest. She’d tied her curls up into a high bun after her shower, loose strands escaping around her face. Oversized hoodie. Leggings. Big black sunglasses she hadn’t bothered to take off even though the sun wasn’t that bright.

Caroline looked up as she approached and dropped her foot from the chair with a grin. “There she is. I was about to order for you and pretend we were dating.”

Azzi huffed a soft laugh, sliding into the seat. “As if they’d believe you could land me.”

“Ouch,” Caroline said, clutching her chest. “See if I order you the good pancakes now.”

Azzi let herself smile, small, easy, and picked up the menu, even though she already knew what she wanted. Something about pretending to think helped slow the morning down.

“You look like shit,” Caroline added after a beat, not unkindly. “Rough night?”

Azzi’s eyes stayed on the menu. “Didn’t sleep much.”

Caroline hummed, stirring the last inch of her mimosa with the straw. “Doing what?”

Azzi looked up briefly, then back down. “Just… thinking. Trying to reset.”

“Sure,” Caroline said, tone casual but eyes sharp. “You know you ghosted me last night, right? Whole team was in the group chat. You just vanished.”

“I wasn’t feeling it.” Azzi folded the menu closed and placed it on the edge of the table. “Needed a quiet night.”

“You always need a quiet night,” Caroline said, but it wasn’t an accusation, just an observation. She leaned forward, rested her chin on her hand. “You weren’t alone, though.”

Azzi didn’t flinch, but she didn’t meet her eyes either.

Caroline watched her for another second, then leaned back as the server arrived to take their order. Azzi asked for a green smoothie and banana pancakes. Caroline ordered eggs and hashbrowns, another mimosa. The server smiled and left. The silence returned.

“I’m not trying to pry,” Caroline said finally. “Just… checking in.”

Azzi nodded once. “I appreciate that.”

“But also,” Caroline added, tapping her fingers lightly against her glass, “if you’re going to sneak around and act mysterious, at least let me pretend to be supportive.”

Azzi laughed under her breath, and this time, it sounded real. “There’s nothing to support. It’s not a thing.”

Caroline tilted her head. “Uh-huh.”

“I mean it.” Azzi picked up her water, took a sip. “It was just… whatever. Not a big deal.”

“You’re talking like I asked for a ring size.”

Azzi gave her a look.

Caroline held up her hands. “Okay. Not a big deal. Totally normal to disappear for a night and show up looking like you wrestled a fever dream.”

Azzi smirked. “You’re annoying.”

“And you’re deflecting.”

Their food arrived, giving Azzi a moment of reprieve. She busied herself with syrup, focusing a little too hard on pouring it evenly. Caroline didn’t push further, but the silence between them stretched in that familiar way, not uncomfortable, just heavy with what neither of them was saying.

Azzi stabbed a piece of pancake, chewed slowly, then asked, “What’s the group chat say this morning?”

Caroline shrugged. “Mostly nonsense. Nika wants to go out tonight. KK’s being KK. Someone made a joke about Mia again, which I still don’t understand.”

Azzi’s fork froze halfway to her mouth.

Caroline clocked it.

But Azzi just said, “Mia’s a freshman. Paige tutors her sometimes.”

“Interesting.”

“Not really,” Azzi muttered, setting her fork down. “She’s just loud.”

Caroline didn’t say anything else. She just picked at her eggs, let Azzi sit in her own quiet.

They finished the meal without circling back. But when the check came, Caroline paid for both of them without comment, and Azzi didn’t argue. As they stood to leave, Caroline bumped her shoulder lightly and said, “Just don’t shut me out, okay?”

Azzi adjusted her sunglasses and gave her a small nod. “I won’t.”

She already had.

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The gym was half-lit and echoing when Paige pushed through the back doors, a worn-out hoodie tugged over her tank top, earbuds already in. The playlist was old, one of her summer grind mixes — all bass-heavy and wordless enough to drown things out. She liked the gym this way, still waking up, not yet buzzing with team chatter or Coach’s whistle. It gave her space to move without thinking. Just repetition and sweat.

She dropped her bag, tied her shoes tight, and picked up a ball without stretching. The first few jumpers were lazy, loose-wristed, just enough arc to feel it again. The fourth clanged off the rim and bounced hard. She chased it down, jaw already tight. Fifth went in. Sixth rattled, but fell. Seventh, smooth.

It was muscle memory. The one thing she could trust to not get complicated.

She didn’t hear the door open, didn’t notice Nika until she was standing at half court, spinning a ball on one finger like she’d been there all morning.

“You work out in silence now?” Nika called out.

Paige popped her earbuds out. “I wasn’t expecting company.”

“You’re not that hard to find. Also, you missed breakfast.”

Paige caught the ball off a bounce and wiped her wrist across her forehead. “Didn’t feel like a crowd.”

Nika cocked her head. “You always feel like a crowd.”

Paige smirked. “That doesn’t even make sense.”

“Doesn’t have to. You get my point.”

They moved into a rhythm without really talking about it, Nika rebounding, Paige shooting, the kind of flow that came from years of knowing each other’s timing. But even with the ease of it, Nika was watching her. Paige could feel it. The too-long silences. The way Nika let her miss four shots in a row without a comment. That wasn’t normal.

After the next make, Paige said, “You’re being weird.”

“I’m being observant.”

“Same thing.”

Nika tossed her the ball, then crossed her arms. “You’ve been quiet lately. Like, Paige quiet. Which is worse than regular quiet because it means you’re either overthinking or actively self-destructing.”

Paige let the ball bounce once before catching it again. “I’m fine.”

Nika gave her a flat look. “You disappeared last night. Didn’t answer the group chat. And now you’re here at nine in the morning like it’s therapy hour.”

“I just needed to shoot.”

“Uh-huh.”

Paige took another jumper. Swish.

Nika walked closer, dropped the ball she was holding. “Look. I’m not asking for a diary entry, but you know you can tell me shit, right?”

Paige exhaled slowly. “I know.”

“Then tell me why you’re acting like you got hit by an emotional semi-truck.”

“I’m not.”

“You only dodge like this when there’s a girl involved.”

Paige hesitated just for a second, and that was all Nika needed.

“Oh my god,” she said, eyes lighting up. “Who is she?”

“There’s no girl.”

“Lie better.”

“There’s no relationship.” Paige corrected, catching her own slip too late.

Nika’s eyebrows went up. “So there is a girl. And something happened.”

Paige shook her head, turned back toward the hoop. “It’s not a big deal.”

Nika folded her arms. “You know, I was gonna invite you to Ted’s tonight. Whole crew’s going.”

Paige hesitated again, then said, “I don’t know if I’m up for...”

“That’s exactly why you’re coming.”

Paige shot again. Missed.

Nika grinned like she’d just won a bet.

They didn’t say anything for a while. Just the rhythm of ball on hardwood, sneakers squeaking, the low hum of music still leaking from Paige’s phone speaker in her pocket. But then Nika pulled her own phone out and tapped into the group chat with a mischievous gleam in her eye.

“Just to let the people know,” she said.

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Group Chat – “UConn Fam”

9:04 AM

Nika:

Ted’s tonight. 9PM. I expect chaos. No excuses.

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1:57 PM

Aaliyah:

I'm in. who’s trying to black out responsibly

Aubrey:

Im 100% in

Ines:

Only if someone keeps KK away from the DJ booth this time

Ice:

Can’t promise anything

KK:

Is Paige even alive??? girl’s been dodging us like we’re taxes

Aaliyah:

Fr she’s been in stealth mode all week

KK:

She was probably with Mia again 👀👀

Caroline:

Who the hell is Mia???

Nika:

Freshman Paige tutors. loud. confident. definitely crushing.

KK:

Tutoring. suuure 😏

Ice:

Here we go again 💀

Paige is typing…

Nothing sent.

POV: Paige

She’d been lying on her bed, hair still damp from her post-gym shower, phone face up on her chest. She hadn’t opened the group chat when the first message came through that morning, just saw Nika’s Ted’s invite flash across her lock screen and ignored it. But this? She read through the thread three times.

Mia. Of course they brought her up.

Her thumbs hovered above the keyboard. She could’ve joked it off. Said something dumb. Given them the reaction they wanted.

But the idea of Azzi seeing her name tied to someone else made her stomach twist, not because of guilt. Because she didn’t want Azzi thinking it meant anything. Because it didn’t. Not even close.

She typed, “you’re all sick”, then deleted it. Locked the screen.

Let them think what they wanted.

POV: Azzi

Azzi had just gotten back from brunch and dumped her bag on the floor, hair still in a half-undone bun, hoodie sleeves pushed to her elbows. She wasn’t even hungry, but she’d eaten anyway. Smiled at the right times. Lied when it counted.

She hadn’t opened the group chat until the notifications stacked. Her eyes skimmed the thread. Then froze.

Paige was probably with Mia again 👀👀

The name hit harder than it should have. Azzi stared at it, thumb trembling just slightly over the screen. The kind of joke that wasn't really a joke. The kind of thing that clung.

Her jaw tensed. She exited the app. Turned her phone face-down on the windowsill.

She wouldn’t ask. She wouldn’t care. She wouldn’t let herself care.

But her chest still felt hollow.

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POV: Azzi

Azzi adjusted her crop top in the mirror for the third time, smoothing her palms over her ribs as if the fabric would magically shift into something more comfortable. It was tight, on purpose. The kind of top she usually reserved for nights she needed to feel in control of something. Paired with high-waisted jean shorts and the same black sneakers she always wore when she wanted to look casual but still hot, it was… a choice.

“You sure you don’t want to bring a hoodie?” Caroline called from the kitchen.

Azzi looked down at herself. “No.”

Caroline popped her head into the room and let out a low whistle. “Okay, damn. You’re showing up tonight.”

Azzi turned slightly, checking her profile in the mirror. “Too much?”

“For a regular night? Maybe. For seeing your almost-hookup-you’re-trying-not-to-have-feelings-for? Perfect.”

Azzi gave her a look. “Don’t.”

“I didn’t say anything,” Caroline said sweetly, already walking away.

Azzi sprayed perfume lightly over her neck and wrists, then pulled her curls over one shoulder. Her lip gloss was subtle. Her earrings matched the thin chain around her throat. She looked effortless.

She didn’t feel it.

Ice was already by the door in camo pants and a tiny halter top. “We going or what?”

Azzi grabbed her phone, glanced at the lock screen. Nothing.

She wasn’t expecting anything. That’s what they’d agreed.

Still, she lingered for a beat before answering. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

POV: Paige

The mirror above her desk was streaked at the edges, but Paige leaned in close anyway, swiping on a quick coat of mascara with practiced ease. It was the only thing she ever wore, just enough to make her eyes stand out without looking like she cared. Her hair was freshly straightened, parted down the middle and tucked behind her ears, still warm from the flat iron.

She pulled her oversized white tee over her head, the cotton soft and slouchy against her skin. The neckline hung a little loose, just wide enough to show the strap of her sports bra and a peek of her collarbone. She adjusted it without thinking, then grabbed her black cargo pants from the back of her desk chair and stepped into them, cinching the waist tight. They sat low on her hips and hung just right, baggy, but not shapeless. She checked herself in the mirror. Oversized shirt, cargos, fresh sneakers, silver cross chain glinting at her collarbone.

Casual. Comfortable. Still hot.

“You look like the kind of girl that ruins lives,” Nika said from the doorway, one brow raised.

Paige smirked. “That’s the goal.”

KK piped up from where she was sprawled on the futon, holding her phone over her head. “Mia’s gonna combust if she sees you in that.”

Paige rolled her eyes, grabbing her phone from the windowsill. “She’s not going.”

“You sure?” KK grinned. “Girl looked ready to fake an ID just to find you.”

“I’m not going for Mia,” Paige said, shoving her phone into her pocket.

“Didn’t say you were,” KK sing-songed. “But she’s definitely going for you.”

Nika gave Paige a look, but kept her mouth shut. Just handed her the hoodie Paige had left crumpled on the chair. “Take this. In case you want to hide your shame.”

“I don’t have any shame,” Paige said, pulling it on but leaving it unzipped.

KK cackled. “Lies. But she looks fine as hell.”

Paige didn’t respond. Just grabbed her keys and nodded toward the door. “Let’s go.”

But as they left the dorm, she tugged the hem of her shirt down once more, fingertips brushing her hips like she was already thinking about who might be looking.

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POV Azzi

Ted’s was packed, low ceilings, sweaty walls, and music that hit harder than it had any right to on a Thursday. The bass rattled through her ribs, all synth and bassline and bodies packed too close together. Azzi stuck near the front with Caroline and Ice at first, drink in hand, eyes scanning through the blur of familiar heads and half-lit faces.

Then she saw her.

Paige.

Standing across the room near the back wall, just a little outside the crowd, lit by the dull red glow of the overhead lights. Oversized white tee, black cargos, silver chain catching the flicker from the DJ booth. Straight hair tucked behind her ears, her posture loose like she didn’t care, but Azzi knew that look. It was curated. Paige looked relaxed, cool, unfazed.

She looked hot.

Azzi took a slow sip of her drink, already half warm in her hand. She wasn’t going to stare. She wasn’t.

Paige turned at the same moment, eyes locking with hers like it was choreographed. Azzi didn’t look away. Neither did Paige. The corner of Paige’s mouth lifted, not a full smirk. Just enough to say yeah, I see you too.

Azzi’s stomach dipped.

Then someone stepped into Paige’s space. A girl. Shorter, brunette, loud in the way freshmen always were. She leaned in close, too close, her hand brushing Paige’s arm in a way that made Azzi blink.

Mia.

Of course it was Mia.

She said something that made Paige laugh, head ducking slightly. Azzi’s jaw clenched. She didn’t wait for more. Just turned, walking straight toward the bar without a word.

POV Paige

She felt Azzi’s eyes before she saw her.

Across the room, tight black crop top, denim shorts, thighs out, curls framing her face like it was personal. Her skin glowed under the lights, bronze and smooth and soft in a way Paige remembered way too well. She couldn’t stop looking. Wouldn’t. Azzi looked unreal. And Paige knew she was doing it on purpose.

Paige’s fingers curled into her pocket, trying to keep cool.

Then Mia appeared out of nowhere, all perfume and confidence, brushing against Paige’s arm like it was nothing.

“Didn’t expect to see you out tonight,” she said, already half shouting over the music.

Paige kept her tone casual. “Didn’t expect to be here.”

“You look good,” Mia said, eyes flicking down. “Dangerous. In a fun way.”

Paige forced a laugh, but it didn’t land. Her eyes drifted back across the room, only Azzi was gone. A flash of dark curls weaving through the crowd, headed toward the bar.

Something tugged in her chest. Harder than she wanted it to.

“Hey, you want a drink?” Mia asked, still touching her.

Paige stepped back a half-step. “I’m good. I gotta...yeah. One sec.”

She didn’t wait. Just moved, slow but direct, slipping through the crowd until she found Azzi leaning against the bar, waiting for the bartender, arms crossed under her chest like she was trying not to look annoyed.

“You ran off,” Paige said, sliding in beside her.

Azzi didn’t look at her right away. “Didn’t realize I owed you a debrief.”

Paige smirked. “You looked good tonight.”

Azzi finally turned to face her. “You looked busy.”

“That wasn’t” Paige sighed. “I didn’t ask her to come up to me.”

“Didn’t stop her from touching you.”

Paige leaned in a little closer. Her voice dropped low, just for her. “I didn’t want her.”

Azzi’s brow arched. “And who do you want?”

Paige’s mouth hovered near her ear, breath warm. “When can I fuck you again?”

Azzi didn’t flinch. Just tilted her head slightly, lips brushing a smile against the rim of her glass. “Depends.”

“On what?”

“How tonight goes.”

Paige chuckled, low and quiet. “So I need to be on my best behavior?”

Azzi turned to face her fully now, her voice sweet but loaded. “No, Paige. You need to be interesting.”

The bartender arrived. Azzi ordered another vodka soda. Didn’t ask if Paige wanted one.

Then she turned and walked back into the crowd, leaving Paige standing there, smirking to herself, aroused and entirely off-balance.

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POV Paige

She watched Azzi disappear into the crowd, glass in hand, hips moving like she didn’t know she was being watched, or worse, like she did.

Paige stayed at the bar for another minute, pretending to care about nothing. Then she turned, rejoined Nika and KK near the edge of the dance floor, trying to act like her pulse wasn’t jackhammering in her throat.

The lights were low and hazy now, flickering between violet and red as the DJ dropped into something grimy and bass-heavy. Around her, everyone was moving. Laughing. Drunk.

Paige wasn’t.

She let KK shove a cup into her hand, took a sip without tasting it, eyes scanning through the blur of bodies. She found her fast.

Azzi was near the center of the floor now, surrounded by people but not with any of them, just dancing, head tipped back, curls sticking slightly to her neck. Her crop top rode high as her hands moved up, hair bouncing with the beat, the curve of her waist catching every flash of light like a fucking magnet.

Paige didn’t realize she’d stopped breathing until Nika nudged her. “You good?”

“Yeah,” Paige said, eyes still locked.

Nika grinned like she already knew. “You’re about to do something stupid, huh?”

“Very.”

And then she moved.

It wasn’t a rush. Just a slow weave through the crowd, casual, discreet, like the music pulled her in. She let herself get swallowed by the pulse of it, drifting close, close, until Azzi’s back was just inches away.

She didn’t speak. Didn’t give a warning.

She just slid a hand low on Azzi’s hip and pulled her gently back into her front.

Azzi didn’t flinch. Didn’t turn.

She leaned into it.

Pressed her ass into Paige’s pelvis with a slow grind that matched the beat, one hand lifting to rest lightly behind Paige’s neck, the other snaking back to guide Paige’s grip lower.

Paige’s mouth parted slightly, breath catching. She moved with her, bodies aligned, letting herself get lost in it. Her hand flattened against Azzi’s stomach, anchoring them together as they moved.

It was heat. Friction. Payback.

No one around them noticed or if they did, no one would remember. Not in this crowd. Not in this chaos.

Azzi tilted her head back, mouth grazing the curve of Paige’s jaw.

Then, her lips at Paige’s ear, low and breathless:

“Let’s get out of here.”

Paige didn’t answer.

She just grabbed Azzi’s hand and led her through the crowd, fast, deliberate, like she already knew how the night was going to end.

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Part 6: The Cost of Rejection

TW: This chapter contains scenes of intense emotional distress, self-inflicted harm, bond-related psychological torment, violence, graphic depictions of injury, and themes of mental instability and feral behavior tied to a magical mating bond. It also includes a choking/strangulation scene.

As always, please read with care. Your well-being always comes first. 💛

Pairing: Azriel x F!Reader

Genre: angst, romcom, humor, fish out of water reader, canon (ish)

Summary: Murdered after a late-night study session in the modern world, you awaken in Prythian—still yourself, but with Fae features and the infamous title of Beron’s cold-hearted and ruthless daughter.

Then, fate snaps the mating bond into place between you and the shadowsinger, Azriel—who rejects it so fiercely, even the magic recoils.

You died a healer. You woke up a villain. Now fate’s mated you to who wants nothing to do with either—you’ll prove them all wrong, one heartbeat at a time.

Between Two Fires - Masterlist

The mating bond had turned Night Court's most controlled warrior into something ancient and feral.

A predator unleashed in a world that had forgotten what true darkness could do.

The Autumn Court palace gleamed copper and crimson in the late afternoon light as Rhysand, Feyre, and Cassian approached the main gates. High Lord and Lady of the Night Court demanding entry while their general flanked them, power barely contained.

Behind them, darkness moved where it shouldn't; Azriel slipping through cracks in Autumn's defenses, less male than living shadow.

His eyes burned with feverish intensity, pupils blown wide and ringed with gold.

Days without sleep. Days of the bond flaying him alive from within.

Blood seeped through his leathers, fresh cuts reopening with each movement.

He'd carved them himself, desperate attempts to distract from the internal agony with external pain.

It hadn't worked.

The bond pulled at him with vicious intensity, a barbed hook beneath his sternum dragging him forward through servant passages and hidden corridors.

Every few steps, his body convulsed with silent spasms that he forced himself to work through, shadows writhing against his skin like living tattoos.

His mind fractured and reformed with each pulse of the bond, memories and present bleeding together.

"You're not the same female I knew."

"But you have caused too much pain."

"I reject you. I dont want anything to do with you."

Azriel slammed his fist into a wall, the crack of bone against stone grounding him momentarily. Blood smeared the ornate wallpaper. The pain rippled up his arm, insignificant compared to the wildfire in his chest.

The family wing appeared before him, the bond pulling him with increasing urgency.

A guard stood at the entrance. Living, breathing, in his way. Azriel didn't slow. His shadows struck first, wrapping around the male's throat before the guard could shout. Azriel followed, Truth-Teller already drawn.

The guard's eyes widened in terror at whatever he saw in Azriel's face. The shadowsinger barely noticed the fear, barely registered driving his forearm into the guard's throat, pinning him against the wall with inhuman strength.

"Where is she?" he asked, voice deathly quiet. The softness of it more terrifying than any shout.

The guard choked, fingers scrabbling uselessly against Azriel's arm. Azriel eased the pressure (just enough to allow speech).

"The Lady's chambers... e-empty," the guard gasped. "She's gone, disappeared days..."

Azriel's vision tunneled to a single point. Gone.

His control, five centuries of discipline, nearly vanished like mist. Truth-Teller hovered a breath away from the guard's chest.

Only a thin thread of restraint—the knowledge that Rhysand needed stealth, needed time—kept him from plunging the blade forward.

Instead, his shadows thickened, wrapping around the guard's consciousness until his eyes rolled back. The male slumped to the floor, still breathing but deeply unconscious.

Azriel stepped over the body without looking back, already following the golden thread pulling him forward.

The door to your chamber materialized before him, carved with flame patterns. The bond thrummed with savage intensity, golden light visible beneath Azriel's skin where his leathers had torn.

Empty.

The silence hit him like a physical blow.

Your scent lingered, but nothing else. Nothing alive. Nothing yours. The bond screamed within him, an animal caught in a trap.

Azriel stumbled forward, legs no longer working properly. His shadows exploded outward in blind rage, shredding curtains, shattering furniture, blackening walls with their fury. The mirror cracked with a sound like splitting ice, fragments raining down.

He crashed to his knees, a feral sound tearing from his throat; not grief, but madness. His hands clawed at his chest, tearing through leather to the golden light pulsing beneath his skin. Blood welled between his fingers.

"Where?" The word barely audible, not a question but a command.

His shadows raced through the room, crawling into corners, seeking, hunting. They returned with fragments. Impressions of fear, of flight, of ash and poison. The crystalline residue of a shattered vial.

The distant scent of Eris.

Something snapped inside him, an essential tether to reason and restraint. The golden light beneath his skin flared brighter, pulsing in time with his erratic heartbeat.

The room darkened as shadows poured from him in torrents, smothering candles, coating the walls in writhing darkness.

Behind him, the door creaked. Azriel spun, Truth-Teller raised before conscious thought.

A servant. Young. Terrified. Linens clutched to her chest.

He was on her in an instant, blade at her throat, shadows wrapping around her limbs like serpents. Her fear registered dimly, meaningless compared to the inferno raging through his chest.

"Where?" The single word delivered with such cold precision that it seemed to drop the temperature of the room.

His face remained expressionless, which somehow made the madness in his eyes more terrifying.

She trembled, tears streaming down her face. "I d-don't... High Lord Beron said..."

The mention of Beron's name cracked something further inside him. His shadows constricted around the maid involuntarily, drawing a whimper of pain.

"Who took her?" His voice remained low, controlled, at odds with the chaos of his shadows.

"No one t-took her," the maid sobbed. "She fled. To the south... the b-border..."

The bond convulsed inside him, a spasm so violent it bent him double. The blade faltered, dropping from his hand as he released the maid. She scrambled away, forgotten as Azriel collapsed to all fours, golden light seeping from between his lips like blood.

South. Border. Fled.

His mind caught on the words, turning them over and over.

Fled. From him. From the court. From the bond.

A sound escaped him, a laugh or sob, impossible to tell. His shadows surged around him in chaotic patterns, reflecting the fracturing of his mind.

In that dark corner of his consciousness, Rhysand's voice cut through. Az. Status.

Azriel couldn't form words anymore, could only send back impressions. Empty. Gone.

Come to the Great Hall. Now. Rhysand's mental voice held the edge of command, the High Lord calling his shadowsinger to heel.

Azriel rose unsteadily, his movements jerky and uncoordinated. The bond tugged southward, a hook in his chest that made each step away from it agony.

The Great Hall of the Autumn Court blazed with light and tension. Beron sat upon his flame-wreathed throne, fire dancing along his fingertips.

Eris stood beside him, carefully neutral as he watched the Night Court delegation.

"Your presence is unwelcome, Rhysand," Beron was saying. "State your business and then remove yourselves from my court."

Rhysand lounged with practiced arrogance. "We come on a matter of mutual concern. One that affects the stability of both our courts."

Feyre sat beside him, power simmering beneath her calm exterior. Cassian remained standing, hand on his sword hilt, his eyes constantly scanning the room.

"Nothing concerns our courts mutually," Beron snapped, flames leaping higher. "Unless you've come to finally acknowledge your shadowsinger's inappropriate fixation on my daughter."

"A mating bond is the Cauldron's will," Feyre replied, voice like silk over steel. "Not a matter of propriety."

"The Made High Lady speaks of traditions she barely understands," Beron sneered. "The bond was rejected. The matter is closed."

"And yet," Rhysand said, "your daughter has vanished. Curious timing."

The hall plunged into sudden, smothering darkness as the shadows thickened unnaturally.

Torches extinguished, flames dying with soft hisses. Guards shouted in alarm.

Azriel materialized from the darkness, but not as they knew him.

His wings hung at wrong angles. Blood painted abstract patterns across his fighting leathers. His face was a death mask; skin stretched too tight across cheekbones, eyes sunken and feverish. Golden light pulsed beneath his skin in erratic patterns, visible through tears in his clothing, shining from within his mouth when he spoke.

"Where is she?" The question came as a whisper that somehow carried through the entire hall. Low, controlled, and all the more terrifying for its restraint.

His shadows weren't just around him anymore; they were him, extensions of limbs and wings, curling in patterns that hurt the eye to follow.

Beron rose from his throne, flames surging defensively. "What madness is this?" he demanded, though his voice wavered slightly. "How dare you bring this... abomination into my court?"

Eris stepped forward, eyes narrowed as he assessed Azriel. "The mating bond has taken him," he observed quietly. "He's gone feral."

Rhysand moved swiftly to Azriel's side, power unfurling. "Az," he said firmly. "Control it."

Azriel didn't look at him. His gaze remained fixed on Beron, on Eris. On the ones who might know. His hands trembled violently, Truth-Teller clutched so tightly the hilt was cutting into his palm.

"She is no longer in the Autumn Court," Eris said carefully. "Her whereabouts are not our concern."

"Lies." The word fell into the room like a dropped stone, simple and cold. Shadows exploded from Azriel in a shockwave that knocked guards from their feet and cracked pillars. Furniture splintered. A chandelier crashed to the floor in a spray of crystal and flame.

Cassian lunged forward, grabbing Azriel's arm. "Az, stand down!"

Azriel turned on him with terrifying speed, Truth-Teller raised. Cassian caught his wrist, red siphons flaring to contain the shadows.

"Look at me," Cassian commanded. "Look at me, brother."

For a heartbeat, recognition flickered in Azriel's fever-bright eyes. Then the bond spasmed again, and he doubled over, body shaking violently as if something was tearing him apart from within.

"ENOUGH!" Beron shouted, flames racing across the floor toward the Night Court delegation. "This is an act of war, Rhysand! Your dog has gone rabid!"

"He is not himself," Rhysand replied, power rising to counter the flames. "The mating bond-"

"Is his own doing," Beron snarled. "He rejected it. Let him suffer the consequences."

The words hit Azriel like physical blows.

His rejection. His choice. His fault.

With a sound like tearing metal, Azriel broke free from Cassian's hold. His shadows became solid, driving Cassian back as Azriel lunged toward the throne.

"Where. Is. She." The declaration was so softly spoken it was almost tender, which made it infinitely more disturbing. Truth-Teller aimed at Beron's throat, the blade steady despite the tremors wracking the rest of his body.

Guards surged forward. Feyre's power erupted in a shield of starlight. Rhysand moved with blinding speed, catching Azriel around the waist as chaos erupted.

"She fled," Eris said, voice cutting through the mayhem. "She chose to leave. She rejected you as surely as you rejected her."

The words landed like hammer blows on shattered glass. Azriel's knees buckled, shadows coiling around him in protective spirals. The golden light beneath his skin flared bright enough to cast harsh shadows across his face, revealing tears of blood tracking down his cheeks.

"She is gone," Beron said, cruel satisfaction in his voice. "And you drove her away, shadowsinger. Your madness. Your rejection. This is the Cauldron's punishment."

Azriel's body shook so violently that Rhysand had to tighten his grip to keep him upright. No sound escaped the shadowsinger's lips, but his shadows surged outward in silent agony, engulfing the hall in darkness. Guards stumbled back, some falling to their knees as the shadows touched them.

Rhysand's power surged in response, stars piercing the unnatural night. "Azriel!" His voice carried the full weight of High Lord command. "ENOUGH."

The command froze Azriel momentarily, just long enough for Rhysand's power to wrap around him like a cocoon. Feyre and Cassian moved to Rhysand's side, adding their strength to his.

"We're leaving," Rhysand announced to Beron, the words clipped and final. "This audience is concluded."

"Take your rabid dog and go," Beron spat, flames illuminating his fury. "And know that any return to my lands will be met with lethal force."

Eris remained unnervingly calm, his eyes never leaving Azriel. "The bond will kill him," he observed clinically. "Unless he finds her."

"This isn't over." Azriel's words were barely audible, yet they carried the weight of an unbreakable vow. Truth-Teller still gripped in shaking hands as Rhysand's power contained him.

"It was over the moment you rejected what was yours," Eris replied. "Some prices cannot be undone, shadowsinger."

Rhysand's winnowing magic swept around them, tearing them from the Autumn Court in a rush of wind and darkness. The last image was Beron's face, contorted with triumph and rage, and Eris, watching with those calculating amber eyes that knew more than he revealed.

They materialized at the border of Night and Autumn territories, twilight sky bleeding purple and indigo above them.

The moment Rhysand's power released him, Azriel crumpled to the ground as if his bones had turned to water.

His wings splayed at unnatural angles, one arching too high, its joint visibly swollen and throbbing, the other dragging in the dirt, twitching involuntarily with each pulse of the bond.

Blood trickled from beneath his leathers, following the path of scars both ancient and fresh.

His eyes were bloodshot, the whites laced with crimson threads. Veins beneath his skin glowed faintly gold, pulsing like fever-lines up his throat and across his temples.

His breathing came in short, stuttering gasps, like each inhale was being stolen from him.

Like the air itself was rejecting him.

No sound escaped his lips as he curled in on himself, fingers digging into the earth, leaving furrows in the soil. The carefully constructed walls—five centuries of discipline and control—dissolved into dust.

Feyre was beside him in an instant, gathering his shaking form against her.

Her arms encircled him, not as High Lady to shadowsinger, but as family to family. His shadows clung to her like frightened children, but she didn't flinch. Darkness met darkness, and still she held him.

"She left," he whispered, the words barely audible. "She left. She left me. She left me."

His voice broke on the last words, tears cutting clean tracks through the blood and grime on his face. His body convulsed with silent sobs, each one threatening to tear him apart from within.

"I should've... I should've stopped her," he gasped, the words emerging between desperate attempts to breathe. Each inhale seemed to cause him physical pain, the bond constricting his lungs from inside. "I felt it... I felt her slipping..."

His hand reached out, grasping at empty air, then flinched as if burned when his fingers found nothing but wind.

Cassian stood motionless, face drained of color.

He had seen Azriel gut a man without blinking. Had watched him interrogate enemies with mechanical precision. But this? This was something else. Something unholy. The most controlled male he knew, unraveling thread by bloody thread before his eyes.

"Mother above," he breathed, the words a prayer.

Rhysand's power curled protectively around them all, but even he couldn't hide the fear in his eyes. Five hundred years of brotherhood, and he had never seen Azriel like this; had never thought it possible.

"She didn't just leave me," Azriel whispered, his gaze fixed on something none of them could see. "She left the bond. She left everything. How could she... how could she breathe through that?"

Feyre's power curled around him, not to heal, but to hold the pieces together until he could. "I'm here," she murmured, a steady anchor in the storm. "I've got you, Az."

He tried to rise, body moving before his mind caught up. The bond pulled him like a marionette with strings made of agony, dragging him toward the southern horizon. He staggered, would have fallen if not for Feyre's steady arms.

Cassian watched as Azriel's shadows twisted in patterns that reflected his internal torment. "What do we do? We can't force her to accept him."

"No," Rhysand agreed. "But we can find her. At least give him the chance to see her again."

Azriel's body continued to shake, but the wild desperation in his eyes shifted to something else—something cold and focused and deadly.

"South," he managed, each word precise despite the cost. "Border estate."

"We'll find her," Feyre promised, her power wrapping more firmly around his trembling form. "But first, you need to breathe. Just breathe, Az."

Azriel shook his head, the movement jerky and pained. "Can't breathe," he rasped. "It won't let me. Pulls and pulls and..." His words dissolved as another spasm of pain contorted his features.

With sudden, desperate strength, he gripped Rhysand's forearm.

"Please," he begged, the word raw and broken. "Now. Take me to her now." Tears leaked from his eyes, "I'll die if..." He couldn't finish, another wave of pain stealing his breath.

Rhysand knelt beside them, his face set with the cold, implacable resolve of a High Lord. "You'll die if we don't get you to a healer first," he said, voice brooking no argument. "And I will not lose you, brother."

"She's-" Azriel tried again, shadows thinning to wisps as his strength failed him.

"The moment you're stable," Rhysand promised, "we fly south. I swear it on the Cauldron."

Cassian joined them, completing the circle around their fallen brother. "All of us," he agreed, voice rough with emotion he rarely showed. "No one gets left behind."

Azriel's face contorted with a war of emotions—desperation to find you, the physical agony of the bond, the fear that delay meant losing you forever. His entire body trembled with the effort to resist the pull southward.

"She won't want me," he whispered, a confession torn from his soul. "She ran. She ran from me."

"Then we'll face that together too," Feyre said gently, wiping a tear from his cheek. "But we can't lose you, Az."

Something in her words seemed to reach him. His shoulders slumped, not in defeat but in exhaustion, in the bone-deep understanding that he couldn't fight this battle alone.

"Velaris," Rhysand said, gathering his power around them all. "Hold onto him."

As the darkness of winnowing enveloped them, Azriel's shadows stretched southward in one last, desperate reach—toward you, toward what was lost, toward what might never be reclaimed.

His eyes, more gold than hazel now, closed as the bond pulsed beneath his skin in weakening waves. The last thing he whispered before consciousness fled him was your name, a prayer, a promise, a plea.

Then the night swallowed them whole, carrying them home to Velaris.

As the last light faded from the sky, Azriel's shadows stretched southward, seeking, hunting, following the golden thread that bound him to you, whether that path led to salvation or destruction remained to be seen.

A week at Lucien's border estate had taught you several important things.

First, the ash tea worked wonders for muting the bond's pain, but did absolutely nothing for boredom.

Second, Lucien's definition of "stocked kitchen" meant an alarming quantity of expensive wine and virtually nothing edible.

Third, fire bunnies should never, under any circumstances, be allowed near curtains, pillows, or anything remotely flammable (which, unfortunately, was everything).

"I'm making breakfast," you announced, padding barefoot into the sunlit kitchen where Lucien sat nursing a mug of something steaming.

You tripped slightly over a rug edge but caught yourself with as much dignity as you could muster. "Real breakfast. Not whatever sad excuse for food you've been surviving on."

Lucien glanced up from the letter he was reading, metal eye whirring softly as it focused on you. The mechanical click-whir always reminded you of a tiny camera shutter. "There's bread."

"Bread is not breakfast," you replied, already rummaging through his sparse cupboards, accidentally knocking over several empty containers in the process. "It's an ingredient in breakfast. Like... a supporting character. Important, but not the star."

Ember and Sizzle hopped excitedly at your feet, their tiny flame ears perked with anticipation. You'd quickly discovered they had excellent food radar.

For creatures made of fire, they had remarkable enthusiasm for eating. Also for causing chaos, but mostly eating.

"Do you actually know how to cook?" Lucien asked, one eyebrow arched skeptically.

You paused, a dusty jar of what might have been preserves (or possibly very old paint) in your hand.

The truth was complicated.

In your previous life as a human, you'd been decent enough in the kitchen. But your body's current owner, had probably never even seen an uncooked egg.

"How hard can it be?" you replied breezily, blowing a strand of hair from your face. "Heat plus food equals meal. I'm basically just doing math with fire."

Lucien's lips twitched. "Says the female who set three towels on fire yesterday."

"That was Sizzle's fault," you protested, as the bunny in question hopped onto the counter and began sniffing at a bowl of fruit with suspicious intensity. "And I put them out very quickly."

"With wine."

"It worked, didn't it?" You fumbled with a spoon, sending it clattering across the counter. "And the towels weren't that important. They clashed with your decor anyway."

Lucien set his letter aside, leaning back in his chair to watch the impending disaster with barely concealed amusement. "By all means, continue. I haven't had entertainment this good in decades."

You huffed dramatically, pulling out the few ingredients you could find—eggs, some questionable-looking herbs that might actually be weeds, cheese that was thankfully still edible, and the aforementioned bread.

"I'm making..." you paused, assessing your options while trying to look confident, "a frittata."

"A what?" Lucien's brow furrowed in confusion.

"It's a... fancy egg thing." You waved your hand vaguely, accidentally knocking over a salt cellar. "Trust me. It's going to be amazing. Or at least edible. Probably."

Ember, clearly sensing an opportunity for chaos, leapt onto the counter beside Sizzle. Between them, they managed to nudge an apple off the edge, sending it rolling across the floor. You lunged for it, missed completely, and nearly face-planted into a cabinet.

"Your therapy animals are stealing my breakfast," Lucien observed dryly.

"They're helping," you insisted, straightening with as much dignity as possible.

Lucien snorted. "Is that what we're calling it?"

You cracked eggs into a bowl with more confidence than skill, several bits of shell following the yolks. You poked at them ineffectually with a finger, trying to fish them out. "Extra calcium," you muttered.

As you reached for a fork to beat them, you felt the bond pulse uncomfortably.

Even with the ash tea's dampening effects, certain movements still triggered sharp reminders of what lay beneath your skin, waiting to consume you again.

You must have winced, because Lucien was suddenly beside you, his movements silent and graceful.

"Here," he said, taking the bowl. "Let me."

"I'm fine," you insisted, though you let him take over. "The tea works. Mostly. Sometimes. When it feels like it."

"Most of the time," he agreed, beating the eggs with practiced ease.

The sight of the feared son of the Autumn Court whisking eggs was incongruous enough to make you smile. "Where did you learn to cook?"

A shadow crossed his face. "After Tamlin's... difficulties, staff was limited. I adapted."

"You're full of surprises, brother dear. Next you'll tell me you can knit or something." You peered at him suspiciously. "Wait, can you knit? Because I'd pay good money to see that."

The endearment slipped out without thought.

Lucien's hands stilled for just a heartbeat before resuming their work. You'd noticed he had a complicated relationship with the word "brother," perhaps because his blood brothers had tried to kill him, or perhaps because the one he'd chosen had betrayed him.

"Someone in this house needs practical skills," he replied lightly. "Particularly when sharing space with three fire hazards."

"Three?" You looked around in confusion.

His mismatched eyes met yours, amusement dancing in them. "I'm counting you."

Before you could formulate a suitably indignant response (which was definitely going to be brilliant and cutting, given enough time), Sizzle chose that moment to sneeze. A tiny fireball shot across the kitchen, singeing the edge of Lucien's sleeve.

"Cauldron boil me," he muttered, patting out the spark.

You couldn't help it. You burst out laughing, the sound so unexpected it startled you.

When was the last time you'd laughed? Before the bond. Before Azriel's rejection. Before the pain.

Lucien stared at you for a moment before his own lips curved upward. "You find my immolation amusing?"

"Your..." You gestured to his perfect posture, immaculate clothing, and general air of deadly competence. "Your dignified outrage. Over a bunny sneeze." You demonstrated, mimicking his affronted expression with exaggerated horror. "It's like watching a war general get taken down by a kitten."

He tilted his head, considering. "They're not actually rabbits, you know. They're flame sprites who just happen to take bunny form."

You blinked. "Wait, really?"

You looked down at Ember, who chose that moment to scratch behind his ear with his back foot in a quintessential rabbit move. "Have I been patronizing powerful supernatural entities this whole time?"

Lucien's face remained serious for precisely three seconds before cracking. "No. They're just magical rabbits who happen to be on fire."

You grabbed a handful of herbs and threw them at him. "You're terrible! I was ready to start a flame sprite worship cult!"

He dodged easily, grinning now. "And you're gullible."

"I am not..." You searched for words. "Okay, I am, but in my defense, nothing makes sense here. Last week I saw a bird with twelve wings and the face of an old man. A flaming rabbit isn't even in the top ten weird things."

Your protest was cut short as Ember, apparently jealous of the attention Sizzle had received, decided to hop directly into the bowl of beaten eggs.

Lucien lunged to catch him, but too late. The bowl tipped, sending its contents cascading down the front of his fine shirt.

Silence fell, broken only by Ember's pleased chirping.

Lucien looked down at his ruined clothing, then back at you, his expression so perfectly affronted that you couldn't contain another burst of laughter.

"Oh gods," you gasped between giggles. "Your face! It's like someone told you the Spring Court has better fashion sense."

"If you value your continued existence," he said with deadly calm, "you will stop laughing immediately."

This, of course, only made you laugh harder, clutching the counter for support. The bond in your chest gave a peculiar flutter, not pain this time, but something lighter, as if amused by the absurdity alongside you.

With deliberate slowness, Lucien reached for the remaining eggs on the counter. "You realize," he said conversationally, "this means war."

Your eyes widened. "You wouldn't dare. You're a dignified... um, whatever you are. Diplomat? Spy? Professional brooder?"

His metal eye clicked and whirred as he raised an eyebrow. "Wouldn't I?"

The kitchen erupted into chaos. Eggs flew. Flour from some forgotten cupboard clouded the air.

You shrieked and ducked, accidentally upending a canister of what turned out to be cinnamon. The fire bunnies, delighted by this new game, bounced between you, leaving tiny scorch marks on everything they touched.

When Eris found you an hour later, you were both sitting on the kitchen floor, covered in food, surrounded by ecstatic fire bunnies, and laughing so hard you could barely breathe. You had a streak of flour across your nose and what appeared to be egg yolk in your hair.

He paused in the doorway, amber eyes taking in the disaster before him.

"I leave for three days," he said with exquisite disdain, "and return to... this."

Lucien didn't bother standing, just lifted his egg-crusted chin with mock dignity. "We were cooking."

"Clearly," Eris replied, stepping carefully over a puddle of what might have been honey. "I see it's going exceptionally well."

You exchanged a glance with Lucien, a silent communication passing between you.

The bond in your chest hummed quietly, for once not a source of agony but simply there.

A part of you. Manageable.

"Actually," you said, smiling at your eldest brother as egg dripped from your elbow, "it is."

The kitchen was still a disaster zone, but you'd at least managed to clean yourselves up. Mostly.

There was still something sticky in your hair that refused to be identified. Lucien had changed into a simple linen shirt, more casual than you'd ever seen him, while you'd washed the worst of the egg from your person.

Eris paced the length of the sitting room, his movements controlled and precise. Too precise.

You'd learned that Eris at his most controlled was Eris at his most dangerous. Like a snake coiling before it strikes, or a wine bottle about to be uncorked after being violently shaken.

"The Night Court came to Autumn yesterday," he said without preamble, his amber eyes fixing on yours. "Not as guests. As intruders."

The bond in your chest gave a sharp pulse, golden light briefly visible beneath the skin of your wrist before the ash tea smothered it again.

You curled your fingers into your palm, trying to mask the reaction.

"Why?" Lucien asked, leaning against the doorframe, his posture deliberately casual though his hand strayed near his knife.

"For her," Eris replied, nodding in your direction. His lips curved in a cold smile. "Your shadowsinger appears to be experiencing complications."

The words dropped into the room like stones into still water.

You kept your face carefully blank, even as your pulse quickened.

"Explain," you said, proud of how steady your voice remained.

Eris studied your face, as if searching for something specific. "They arrived openly at the gates. The High Lord and Lady, plus the general. Very diplomatic. Very proper." His eyes glittered. "While the shadowsinger slipped into the palace like a thief, incapacitated guards, and tore through the family wing straight to your chambers."

You found yourself oddly still, like a prey animal sensing a predator. "And?" You fiddled with a loose thread on your sleeve to keep your hands from shaking.

"When he found your chambers empty, he nearly brought the ceiling down." Eris's expression was calculating, weighing each word for its impact on you. "It took all three of them to contain him. A display of power that..." he paused, something like reluctant respect in his voice, "was impressive, even by their standards."

"So what you're saying is," you said, trying to keep your voice light, "I should definitely send him a bill for the damages."

Lucien shot you a warning glance, but Eris merely continued, ignoring your attempt at humor.

"And you stood with Beron?" Lucien asked, his eyebrow raised.

"I stood where I needed to," Eris replied coldly. "As I always do."

You pushed away from the table, needing to move, to process.

The bond pulsed steadily beneath the ash tea's numbing effects, neither painful nor pleasant, just there. A reminder of what had been forced upon you, like an annoying song stuck in your head, but with more existential dread.

"You need to leave," Eris continued. "Tonight. The bond is a beacon, ash tea or no. It's only a matter of time before the shadowsinger traces it to this place, and I doubt he'll be in a reasoning mood when he does."

"Leave and go where?" Lucien asked, his metal eye whirring softly as he studied his brother. "She's barely mastered not setting the bath towels on fire."

You shot him a betrayed look. "That was one time!"

"Three times," he corrected.

Eris's expression suggested he was reconsidering his entire plan. "The Dawn Court," he finally replied. "Thesan owes me a favor, and it's the last place they'd look. The shadowsinger's abilities are weakened in constant light."

You looked between them, these brothers with centuries of mistrust and shared secrets between them.

"And why would you help me get there? Not that I'm doubting your generosity," you added hastily, "but you don't seem like the helping type. More the 'watching people struggle while sipping wine' type."

Eris's expression remained unreadable.

"Because Beron is calling their intrusion an act of war. Because he's looking for someone to blame for all this." Something almost like genuine emotion flashed across his face. "And because I've seen what bond-madness does. To both parties."

Ember materialized in a tiny burst of flame beside your hand, his warm form coalescing from your own power. Sizzle appeared moments later, hopping across the table as if she'd been there all along.

These extensions of your fire magic (not pets, but manifestations of your ability to create and sustain life from flame) had become such a natural part of you that you barely noticed the small flare of power it took to maintain them.

Eris watched the bunnies with narrowed eyes. "You'll need to keep those under control in Dawn. They won't blend well with Thesan's menagerie of light beasts."

You ran a finger along Ember's spine, feeling the connection to your own magic. "They're a part of me. Like really adorable, flammable emotional support animals."

"Then contain them," Eris said simply. "I've arranged passage through a series of winnowing points. Thesan's sentries will meet you at the eastern border." His eyes met yours, sharp and knowing. "Unless... you want the shadowsinger to find you?"

The question hung in the air between you.

You considered it, truly considered it.

This bond you never asked for, with a male who had made clear what he thought of it. Of you.

You almost made a joke about how terrible his communication skills were, but something in Eris's expression stopped you.

But this wasn't just about Azriel anymore. This was about you. About finding space to breathe, to think, to be something other than a pawn in games between High Lords.

"I'll go," you said, the decision crystallizing within you like frost on glass. "But not because I'm running from him."

Eris raised an eyebrow. "No?"

"No." You let a small flame dance across your fingertips, trying not to look too pleased when it didn't immediately get out of control. Ember and Sizzle chirped in harmony with the display. "I'm choosing myself this time."

Something that might have been respect flickered across Eris's face before it vanished beneath his usual cold mask. "Be ready at midnight. Bring only what you can carry."

After Eris had gone, Lucien moved to sit beside you. "You don't have to go," he said.

You glanced at him, surprised. "You think I should stay?"

"I think choosing yourself is the right decision," he replied, his scarred face solemn in the fading light. "But you don't have to do it alone."

You stared at him. "What are you saying?"

Lucien's mismatched eyes met yours, something resolute in them. "I'm saying I'll go with you. To the Dawn Court."

"What about your estate? Your position?" What about Elain? hung unspoken between you.

"This estate is just a pretty prison Beron lets me keep." He shrugged, the gesture attempting casualness but not quite succeeding. "And as for positions... well. Neither of us seems to fit where we're supposed to be, do we?"

You leaned your head against his shoulder, this brother who had become something like a friend in the strangest of circumstances. "They'll come after us. Both courts."

"Not in Dawn," Lucien said confidently. "Not even Rhysand would risk offending Thesan by barging into his territory uninvited. And Beron has never had good relations with the Dawn Court, too many centuries of mutual distrust."

Ember and Sizzle hopped between you, tiny flames dancing along their ears in excitement or perhaps resonating with your own feelings. As manifestations of your power, they often reflected emotions you hadn't even acknowledged to yourself.

"I need to pack," you said finally.

With a thought, you called the bunnies back to you, their forms dissolving into twin flames that curled around your fingers before vanishing beneath your skin.

It would take concentration to hold them there, but it was good practice for the Dawn Court where your fire creatures would be immediately recognized as Autumn Court magic.

Lucien nodded, something like admiration in his eyes at the display of control. "We leave at midnight, then."

For the first time since arriving in Prythian, you were writing your own story. And hopefully it wouldn't involve setting too many things on fire. Intentionally, anyway.

Madja completed the final healing seal over the last of his wounds, the golden light fading from her fingertips as she stepped back from the bed.

"You need rest," she said firmly, her ancient eyes seeing more than Azriel wanted to reveal. "At least three days. The bond-sickness has ravaged your system."

Azriel said nothing, lying perfectly still until the healer gathered her supplies and left his chambers in the House of Wind. The moment the door clicked shut, he was moving.

His body screamed in protest as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed. Wounds—both those he'd inflicted on himself and those sustained in the Autumn Court—pulled tight beneath fresh scars.

The bond pulsed steadily in his chest, calling to him with a voice that drowned out all reason, all duty, all previous attachments.

Not a tether. Not a chain. A lifeline.

His shadows, which had been suspiciously docile during the healing, erupted around him the moment he stood, dancing with renewed vigor.

They whispered to him in languages older than Prythian itself, but for once, they weren't telling him secrets of others. They were telling him his own truth.

She is yours. You are hers. Two halves finally finding wholeness.

How strange that he had spent centuries believing his shadows knew everything, only to realize they had been waiting all this time to tell him the one thing that mattered.

You.

He moved to the wardrobe, each step more steady than the last as certainty replaced pain. He dressed methodically in fighting leathers, his movements reverent, like a priest preparing for sacred rites.

Truth-Teller slid into its sheath at his hip, the blade singing softly in greeting.

For centuries, he had believed the knife's name referred to its function—to extract truth from others.

Now he understood it had always been about confronting his own.

The bond guided his hands as he prepared. This wasn't madness anymore. This was clarity.

He moved to the window, which opened onto a sheer drop from the House of Wind. Velaris spread below him, a city he had helped protect, helped build.

A home he had always served faithfully.

Until now.

His shadows surged forward, testing the night air, then returned with confirmation—Autumn's southern border. A hidden estate where you waited, whether you knew it or not.

Azriel unfurled his wings, feeling a strength in them he hadn't felt in centuries. As if the bond had stripped away not just his delusions but the weight of five hundred years of isolation. Of believing he was meant to stand apart, to watch others find happiness while he remained in shadow.

The Cauldron, in its twisted wisdom, had given him the one thing he never believed he deserved.

A soft knock at the door broke through his revelry. Before he could respond, it opened to reveal Elain standing in the doorway, a small basket of healing herbs in her hands.

"Madja asked me to bring these for your-" Her words faltered as she took in his appearance: not a healing invalid, but a warrior prepared for flight. "You're leaving."

Azriel turned to face her fully, allowing his shadows to recede.

For so long, he had believed himself in love with her, this gentle, quiet female who represented everything he thought he should want.

Safety. Comfort. Normalcy.

Looking at her now, he felt only a distant fondness, like remembering a dream upon waking.

The bond had burned away the illusion, leaving only truth behind.

"I'm sorry, Elain," he said, his voice steady with newfound conviction.

She set the basket down slowly. "For what?"

"For not understanding until now." His gaze met hers directly, no more hiding, no more half-truths. "I thought I loved you because you were safe. Because wanting you was less terrifying than facing what I truly needed."

The golden light beneath his skin pulsed brighter, illuminating the darkness between them. Not hiding anything anymore.

"It's her," Elain said softly. Not a question.

"It's always been her," Azriel replied, the truth of it resonating through his entire being. "I just didn't know it until the bond showed me." His voice softened. "She was made for me. Every broken piece of me fits with every broken piece of her."

Saying the words aloud felt like setting down a burden he'd carried his entire life: the belief that he was too damaged, too dark, too scarred for real connection.

Elain's eyes shimmered with tears, but something like understanding flickered in their depths. "The seer in me sensed it, I think. That's why I always kept my distance, even when you..." She didn't finish the thought.

"Even when I tried to convince us both otherwise," he completed gently.

The bond surged beneath his skin, impatient now, reminding him that every moment spent here was a moment away from you. His wings twitched in response, readying for flight.

"She's with Lucien," Elain said softly.

At the mention of Lucien's name, Azriel felt a strange calm knowing you're with one of your brothers.

"I know. Ironic, isn't it?" A faint, sad smile touched his lips. "The Cauldron has a twisted sense of humor."

"What will you do?"

"Whatever I must," he answered simply. "She is mine as I am hers. Even if she doesn't know it yet."

Elain studied him, seeing perhaps more clearly than anyone else ever had. "You've changed."

"I've awakened," he corrected gently. "Everything before her was a half-life. A shadow existence."

Understanding passed between them, a final acknowledgment of what might have been and what never truly was. Elain nodded once, acceptance in the gesture.

"Cassian went to find Rhys," she said. "They'll try to stop you."

"I know."

"Go," she whispered. "Find your completion."

Azriel held her gaze for one final moment, gratitude in his eyes for this unexpected blessing. Then he stepped backward off the ledge, wings snapping open to catch the night air.

As he banked sharply southward, shadows streaming behind him like wedding ribbons, he felt the bond singing through his blood.

Not the desperate, painful tug of before, but a joyful, certain pull—like coming home after a war, like finding shelter after a storm.

Like a soul finally recognizing its other half.

He flew toward you with the absolute certainty that whatever happened next—whether you accepted him or not, whether you fled or fought—this was the truth his entire existence had been building toward. You were made for him, as he was made for you, two pieces of the same impossible puzzle.

And nothing in Prythian would keep him from you again.

"Are you certain we can't bring any of Eris's wine?" You folded another tunic into your travel pack, trying to keep your movements casual despite the excitement thrumming through you.

Dawn Court. Freedom. Or at least something resembling it.

Lucien leaned against the doorframe, his metal eye whirring as it tracked your movements. "We're fugitives, not thieves."

"Says the male who packed sixteen of Eris's daggers," you countered, nodding toward the impressive array of weapons laid out on the bed.

"Those are technically mine. He stole them first."

You grinned, about to respond when the bond gave a sudden, violent pulse beneath your skin. It flared for a moment before the ash tea suppressed it again, but the urgency in the sensation was new. Different.

"What is it?" Lucien asked, noticing your expression change.

"Nothing," you said automatically, pressing a hand to your chest. "Just the bond... acting strange."

Lucien frowned, his hand dropping to the knife at his hip, a gesture so automatic he probably didn't realize he'd done it. "Strange how?"

Before you could answer, Ember and Sizzle materialized beside you, their tiny bodies coalescing from flame without your conscious summons. They weren't playful or curious as usual; their ears were flattened, bodies crouched low in alarm.

"That's... not normal," Lucien observed, pushing away from the doorframe.

A crash from downstairs shattered the moment—glass breaking, wood splintering. Voices, unfamiliar and angry, shouted commands to each other.

"Find her! The Lady owes us blood!"

Your eyes widened. "What in the hell-"

Lucien was already moving, grabbing your pack with one hand and your arm with the other. "Back exit. Now."

You stumbled after him, mind racing. "Who would-"

"Later," he hissed, pulling you toward the servant's stairs at the back of the hall.

You'd barely taken three steps when a figure appeared at the top of the main staircase—a male Fae with skin that resembled bark and branches twisting from his scalp like antlers. His eyes glowed an eerie green as his lips pulled back to reveal thorn-sharp teeth. "There she is! The bitch who betrayed our grove to the Summer Court hunters!"

You blinked in confusion. "Excuse me?"

Another crash downstairs, and more voices joined the first. Lucien swore under his breath, yanking you toward the stairs.

Lucien propelled you down the narrow stairs, his movements efficient and practiced. "Apparently," he said between breaths, "You had quite the talent for making enemies."

"Oh." Wonderful.

Not only were you trapped in a Fae body, bonded to a shadowsinger, and hiding from multiple courts, but now you were being hunted for someone else's crimes. Perfect.

You reached the bottom of the stairs only to find your escape route blocked by two more intruders—females with skin like polished stone and vines twisting through their hair, wielding wickedly curved daggers of bone.

"There's nowhere to run, traitor," one hissed, her voice like leaves rustling in wind.

Lucien pushed you behind him, his hand wreathing in flame. "Look, there's been a misunderstanding-"

A bone dagger flew through the air, missing his head by inches.

"No misunderstandings," the second female snarled. "Just vengeance."

Ember and Sizzle, still hovering at your sides, suddenly charged forward in twin streaks of flame, startling the wood nymphs and giving Lucien the opening he needed.

Fire erupted from his hands, driving them back long enough for you to dart past, Lucien close behind.

"The kitchens," he directed, "through the pantry!"

You ran, heart hammering in your chest. The bond pulsed in time with each beat, as if responding to your fear.

You tried to summon your own fire magic, but the ash tea had dampened your power to a flicker. Ember and Sizzle, extensions of that same magic, seemed weaker too, their flames dimmer than usual.

More crashes behind you, the sound of furniture splintering. How many were there?

You burst into the kitchen, skidding on the floor still slick with egg from your earlier escapades. Lucien caught your arm before you fell, steadying you.

"Almost there," he encouraged, guiding you toward the pantry door that led to an external courtyard.

A massive figure stepped through the doorway ahead, blocking your path. Nearly seven feet tall, with skin like ancient oak and eyes that glowed forest green, he carried a spear of living wood that dripped with some viscous sap.

"The Lady of Autumn," he rumbled, his voice like branches breaking in a storm. "Your treachery cost me three saplings."

"I'm not-" you began, but he was already lunging forward, spear aimed at your heart.

Lucien shoved you sideways, the spear grazing his arm instead. He hissed in pain but returned with a slash of his knife, forcing the giant back.

"Run!" he ordered. "The window!"

You scrambled toward the kitchen window, throwing open the shutters. It was a tight fit, but possible. Behind you, the sounds of fighting intensified; more of the wood nymphs had entered the kitchen, surrounding Lucien who fought with brutal efficiency, fire and steel flashing in deadly arcs.

Ember and Sizzle darted at the intruders' faces, small distractions that bought precious seconds.

You were halfway through the window when a hand closed around your ankle, yanking you back inside. You crashed to the floor, the impact knocking the breath from your lungs.

The antlered male from upstairs stood over you, mouth stretched in a terrible grin. "The bounty on your head will feed my grove for a year," he snarled, reaching down to grip your throat.

His hand closed around your neck, bark-rough skin abrading yours as he lifted you off the ground. The ash tea had weakened you too much to fight back effectively. You clawed at his arm, trying to break his hold, but his grip only tightened.

"I'll deliver your heart to the Grove Elder myself," he hissed, face inches from yours.

Black spots danced at the edges of your vision as you struggled for air. The bond in your chest pulsed frantically, golden light seeping through your skin despite the ash tea's effects.

Just as consciousness began to fade, an arrow whistled through the air, striking you in the shoulder. The antlered male loosened his grip in surprise, and you dropped to the floor, gasping and clutching your bleeding wound.

"Idiot!" one of the stone-skinned females shouted at an archer across the room. "We need her alive for the bounty!"

"She moved!" the archer protested.

You crawled backward, blood seeping between your fingers where you clutched your shoulder. The arrow had gone clean through, but the pain was blinding.

Lucien was still fighting by the pantry door, now facing four opponents at once. He'd lost his knife and was fighting with pure fire, but even he couldn't hold them off much longer.

"Lucien!" you called, your voice ragged from the strangling.

He glanced your way, taking in your wounded state with a single look. His face hardened into something dangerous.

"Enough," he said, his voice deadly quiet.

Fire erupted from him in a wave, not the controlled flames from before but a roaring inferno that engulfed the kitchen. The wood nymphs shrieked, their forest-adapted bodies especially vulnerable to fire. They retreated, but Lucien wasn't giving them the chance to escape.

"You came to the wrong house," he snarled, the fire growing hotter, climbing the walls, catching the rafters.

The antlered male stumbled toward you, apparently determined to complete his mission despite the flames. You kicked out desperately, catching him in the knee. He fell forward, his antlers slicing your arm as he went down.

More of your blood spilled, splattering across his face. He recoiled, wiping at it furiously.

"Lucien!" you shouted again as the fire spread, the heat becoming unbearable.

In three long strides, he was beside you, scooping you into his arms. Your blood smeared across his shirt, but he didn't seem to notice or care.

"Hold on," he commanded, his voice tight with fury and fear.

The fire was everywhere now, consuming the kitchen, racing through the house with unnatural speed. The wood nymphs were in full retreat, those who could still move dragging their injured companions.

"What are you doing?" you gasped as Lucien carried you not toward an exit but deeper into the burning house.

"Making sure they can't follow," he replied grimly. "And covering our tracks."

He kicked open the door to Eris's study, strode to the desk, and shifted you in his arms just long enough to grab a small wooden box from a hidden compartment.

"Now we go," he said, tucking the box into his pocket.

The house was fully engulfed now, the structure groaning as support beams weakened. Ember and Sizzle had vanished, either returned to your body or consumed by the larger fire.

"Can you winnow us both?" you asked, the pain in your shoulder making it hard to focus.

"Let's find out," Lucien replied, tightening his hold on you. "Because we're out of options."

He closed his eyes, gathering what power he had.

The roof above you creaked ominously, beginning to collapse.

The last thing you saw before the world dissolved around you was fire, everywhere, consuming everything, leaving nothing but ash in its wake.

Azriel descended through the night, the bond a molten thread in his chest that pulled tighter with each wing beat.

The smoke from Lucien's burning estate rose in angry plumes below, golden embers dancing against the darkness like a perversion of starlight.

His shadows writhed across his skin, agitated and hungry in a way he'd never experienced before. They weren't just extensions of him anymore; they were sentient with purpose, with rage.

I reject you. I don't want anything to do with you.

His own words haunted him as he landed silently on the ridge overlooking the burning manor.

The memory of your face when he'd spoken them, the devastation, the raw hurt, clawed at him from within. The arrogance of it. The blind, willful rejection of what the Cauldron had designed for him alone.

Below, figures moved through the fiery ruins—lesser fae from the border territories, picking through the remains like carrion birds. The sight of them touching what had been your temporary sanctuary sent a wave of territorial fury through him.

"Nothing worth salvaging," one called out, kicking at a collapsed beam. "The Lady of Autumn escaped before we could finish the job."

The bond twisted at those words, spearing white-hot pain through Azriel's chest.

His vision blurred momentarily as golden light seeped from beneath his skin, not just at his collar now, but at his wrists, fingertips, even the corners of his eyes.

His shadows surged outward, independent of his command, tasting the air and returning with information that made the light beneath his skin pulse like a war drum.

Blood.

His focus narrowed to a bark-skinned male with antlers twisting from his scalp. There, on his hands: dark stains. Not ash or soot, but something his shadows recognized instantly.

Your blood.

The golden thread inside his chest vibrated, attuning to the specific rhythm of your spilled blood.

For one terrible moment, Azriel felt exactly what you had felt when that blood was drawn, the sharp pain of an arrow, the crushing pressure of hands around your throat.

Something inside him broke.

He dropped from the ridge, shadows streaming behind him like war banners. He landed in their midst without a sound, the impact crater in the ash the only indication of his arrival.

They froze, conversation dying as they registered his presence.

Recognition rippled through them, not of him specifically, but of what he was. What he represented.

Death. Vengeance. Night itself given form.

"You touched what belongs to me," Azriel said, his voice so soft it seemed to absorb sound rather than create it.

They backed away instinctively, hands moving to weapons.

Too late. Far too late.

"We meant no offense to the Night Court," the antlered male stammered. "Our business was with the Lady of Autumn-"

"Your business," Azriel interrupted, each word carved from ice, "is now with me."

His shadows whipped forward, tasting the stains on the male's hands. They returned to their master with confirmation that sent golden light blazing from beneath his skin, so bright it cast harsh shadows across the burning wreckage.

Externally, Azriel remained perfectly still, not a muscle moving, not an expression changing.

But inside, where no one could see, the carefully constructed walls of five centuries crumbled to dust. The civilized being he had pretended to be, the controlled, disciplined shadowsinger, dissolved.

What remained was something ancient and merciless. Something that had existed long before Prythian, before High Lords and courts and politics.

A mated male whose mate had been harmed.

The antlered male saw the change happen in Azriel's eyes, watched hazel irises be consumed by molten gold that seemed to burn from within. He backpedaled, suddenly understanding the true danger.

"She's your-"

The words died in his throat as Azriel's shadows thickened around him, blocking out what little light remained. The rest of them scattered like leaves in a storm, primal instinct driving them to flee what they now recognized as death incarnate.

Azriel watched them run, head tilted slightly as his shadows mapped their escape routes, their breathing patterns, the tempo of their terrified heartbeats.

He memorized the specific cadence of the antlered male's footfalls, the one whose hands were stained with your blood.

His lips tilted into a sick smile.

He gave them a head start. Thirty seconds of desperate hope. Enough time for their lungs to burn with exertion, for their minds to imagine they might survive.

The antlered male reached the tree line first, glancing over his shoulder to see nothing but darkness behind him. Relief flickered across his features as he plunged into the forest, believing himself unseen.

Azriel's wings snapped open with a sound like distant thunder. He took to the air, a shadow among shadows, moving with the terrible patience of a predator who knows its prey cannot escape.

The male crashed through the underbrush, lungs heaving as he tried to put distance between himself and the burning estate. He paused at a small clearing, bending over to gasp for breath.

"I think we lost him," he wheezed to his companion. "Even the Night Court wouldn't risk war with Autumn by hunting us this far into their territory."

When no response came, he straightened and turned, only to find himself alone.

"Teren?" he called, voice barely above a whisper.

The forest fell silent.

Not the natural quiet of night, but the absolute stillness that comes when every living thing recognizes a superior predator in their midst. Even the insects ceased their songs.

Drawing his knife, the male turned in a slow circle. "Where are you?" he demanded, false bravado unable to mask the tremor in his voice.

A soft sound behind him, not quite a footfall, more like the settling of ash after a fire.

He whirled, knife extended.

Nothing.

Another sound, to his left. He pivoted again.

Empty air.

"Face me!" he shouted, panic rising as he realized he was being toyed with.

"As you wish."

The voice came from everywhere and nowhere, cold as midwinter frost. Before the male could move, shadows solidified directly before him, coalescing into Azriel's form. Not a wingspan away, close enough that the faerie could feel the unnatural chill radiating from his skin.

The knife slipped from nerveless fingers.

"Please," the fae breathed, "it was just a job. The Grove Elder paid for her capture, not her death. We didn't know she was mated-"

"You put your hands on her throat," Azriel interrupted, the words barely audible yet carrying perfectly in the still air. Through the bond, he could feel exactly where your bruises were forming, could trace the pattern of the male's fingers on your skin. "I felt her struggle to breathe."

"It was an accident," the fae pleaded. "We were supposed to take her alive. The arrow wasn't meant-"

"The arrow," Azriel echoed, his voice flat but his eyes flaring brighter. The bond throbbed in time with your wound, a phantom pain in his own shoulder that fed his rage.

With fluid grace, he closed the remaining distance between them.

Truth-Teller slid between the fae's ribs with surgical precision, angled upward to find his heart. The male gasped, eyes widening as he stared into Azriel's face.

"You tried to take my heart," Azriel whispered, the intimacy of his tone more terrifying than any shout. "I'll take yours as payment."

"Where is she?" Azriel asked, his voice gentle now, almost soothing as he twisted the blade slightly.

Blood bubbled at the faerie's lips as he struggled to form words. "Dawn," he choked out, the truth spilling from him along with his lifeblood. "Vanserra... taking her to... Dawn Court."

As the light faded from the male's eyes, Azriel felt a peculiar sensation through the bond, a distant easing of pain, as if some cosmic scale had been partially balanced by this death. Your unconscious recognition of vengeance exacted in your name.

He withdrew Truth-Teller with the same care with which he'd inserted it, lowering the body to the forest floor.

Blood, not yours, but blood shed for you, dripped from the blade's edge, each drop sizzling slightly where it touched the golden light still emanating from his skin.

"One," he whispered to the night.

His shadows twisted expectantly around him, carrying the scent of the remaining fae, five more who had dared to harm what was his.

Five more debts to collect before he flew to Dawn. To you.

The bond pulled tighter, urging him toward completion of both tasks. He could feel your pain even now, across the miles that separated you, the throbbing wound in your shoulder, the raw ache in your throat, the exhaustion of terror and flight.

Then he dissolved once more into the darkness, leaving nothing behind but a cooling corpse and the promise of five more to come.

Author’s Note:

Azriel said “emotional regulation is for the weak” and proceeded to unravel like a bloodstained tapestry. This chapter is feral, a little unhinged, and full of golden light and bad decisions. Thank you for loving these chaotic disaster soulmates as much as I do. 💀💛

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olderbrothersbsf!matt x innocent!reader

જ⁀➴ ♡ content warning: smut, getting caught, humiliation, thigh riding (kinda), forbidden love, matt and your brother low-key get into a physical altercation

જ⁀➴ ♡ summary: your brother figures out that you and matt have been sneaking around with each other and sleeping together

dividers by @/roseraris

Young God

chapters: | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 |

It was a warm summer evening. The sun was starting to dip below the horizon, casting pink and orange hues across the sky that poured in through the big living room window. Matt and your brother were side-by-side slumped into the cozy couch as their eyes danced across the screen of the television where two wrestlers were both struggling against the other to get the upper hand in the last round of their fight.

"I want to take your sister out on a date," Matt casually mentioned, peering over at your brother and scanning his face for a reaction. It had been a few weeks since you and Matt had started sleeping together, unbeknownst to your brother. "A date?" Your brother reiterated, skepticism radiating in his voice as he narrowed his gaze. "Matt, I've known you for fifteen years. I've never once seen you take a girl out on a proper date."

It was true. Matt had never once taken a girl out, paid for her dinner, and brought her back home at a decent hour. He mostly just had hookups, little flings, and casual sex, almost never with the same girl.

"Also, the answer is no," he scoffed, rolling his eyes at the fact that Matt would even suggest something so absurd. "I'm not asking. Well, I'm not asking you at least. I'm asking your sister. I was just giving you a heads up as a courtesy," Matt smirked, knowing you were already going to say yes.

"What the fuck, Matt? I told you to stay away from her," your brother stood to his feet. "She's a big girl. She can make her own decisions," Matt blurted out, making eye contact. Your brother shot him a look of contempt. "You know, I've been getting rusty. I've been meaning to practice my wrestling moves. Come on. Let's go, Matt," your brother challenged him, puffing out his chest.

"Oh, dude. Come on. I was never in your weight class. That would be totally unfair," Matt said, rolling his eyes, but your brother pulled him to his feet anyway. "Come on, Matt. Don't be a pussy." Your brother shoved him, clenching his jaw. Matt regained his balance, balling his fists. "She's not gonna say yes to you. She knows what a perv you are," your brother flatly responded, raising an eye brow. "Maybe she likes it," Matt sneered back.

When you emerged from your bedroom in your pajamas for the night, you walked in on your brother, tackling Matt to the ground and pulling him into a headlock. Your eyes widened, and you shuffled over to them. "Hey, stop hurting him!" You yelled, nearly putting yourself between the two of them to get them to stop. Your mind immediately went to the worst-case scenario - he knows.

Your brother rolled off of him and stood up. "Don't worry, sis. We were just brushing up on our wrestling skills. Right, Matt?" Your brother calmly responded, pulling Matt to his feet, but even the way he helped Matt up had a bit of resenetment behind it. "Yeah, I'm fine," Matt breathlessly answered. "See? Totally fine," your brother reiterated, slugging Matt hard in the arm but playing it off like it was a friendly gesture.

Matt winced, his hand gripping his bicep where your brother had struck him. "Yep. Everything's all good here," Matt assured you, but you could feel the thick tension in the room. Your eyes danced between both boys, searching for answers, worried that your brother had found out about the secret activities you and Matt had been taking part in together.

"I'm gonna go shower," your brother mentioned, giving Matt one last death glare before heading off down the hall to the bathroom. He didn't like the idea of leaving the two of you alone, but he couldn't stand to hear you say yes to a date with his best friend, and he certainly didn't want to hear the flirting leading up to the question.

"Were you guys fighting?" You asked Matt, your eyes filled with concern as Matt shut off the TV. "No, sweet thing. We were just messing around and showing each other wrestling moves," he assured you, caressing your cheek. "Want me to show you?" Matt bit his lip at the idea of pinning you to the ground.

You nodded. "Sure, that sounds like fun. As long as you don't hurt me like my brother hurt you," you told him, sensing his pain. "Don't worry. I'll go easy on you. I'm just gonna teach you some basics. First, you gotta start off with a good stance," he told you, crouching down a bit and putting one foot in front of the other. He held up his hands. You mimicked his stance.

With his face a few inches from yours, he lightly grabbed ahold of your jaw and gently planted a kiss on your lips. You felt blood rush to your cheeks, and you gave him a shy smile. "Okay, I want you to try to take me down," he smirked at you. "You ready? Just use your body weight to try to pin me to the ground," He directed you, and you nodded in response.

You lunged, shifting your weight onto your forward foot and attempting to tackle him to the floor the same way you'd seen your brother do earlier. Matt hooked his arms around your waist and tossed you over his shoulder. "Nice try," he laughed, gently throwing you to the ground and holding you down by your wrists. "Gotcha," he whispered, his body pressed against yours, pinning you in place.

"See how I did that? Used your own attack against you? People underestimate defense in fighting. That's really how you master wrestling. It's less about attacking and more about waiting for your opponent to leave themselves open in an attack," he taught you. "And when they let their guard down, you counter their move."

Just as Matt said this, he loosened his grip on your wrists, and you took this opportunity to wiggle out of his hold, and when he went to pin you down again, you wrapped your legs around his neck, holding his head against your heat. "Wow. That was impressive. You're stronger than you look," Matt complimented you as you squeezed your thighs around his ears.

He tilted his head forward and started nuzzling your clothed clit, sending waves of pleasure through you. Your eyes rolled back, and a soft sound of delight slipped through your lips. He loved watching you go from being really shy and reserved to surrendering to the feeling of his mouth and forgetting how bashful you were for a moment.

"Mmmm," Matt hummed, pressing his tongue against the wet spot forming between your legs. You writhed beneath him, giving into your desire for him as he hooked his arms around your thighs and restrained your hips to keep you from moving around so much.

While you were preoccupied with the way Matt worked his mouth on you, he maneuvered out of the headlock you had him in with your thighs. He climbed on top of you, fixing your wrists to the floor and smugly smiling down at you. "See? You got distracted. If you wanna be a good wrestler, you can't let your opponent distract you," he pointed out, threading his knee between your legs.

He could feel your warmth radiating off of you. You both stared lovingly into each other's eyes for a moment, the sexual tension between the two of you building. "I know you're already in your pajamas, but how would you like to go on a date with me tonight?" Matt cooed, wetting his lips while he leered at yours. "I-I'd love to," you stammered with a surprised expression on your face.

You and Matt had briefly talked about going on a date, but after he didn't bring it up for a few days, you were starting to think he forgot. "We can go get desert. Maybe go to the drive in?" He requested, tightening his grip on your wrists. You bit your lip to hold back a whimper as Matt pressed his knee between your thighs, applying pressure to your sweet spot.

You weakly nodded, the muscles in your face relaxing. "I'd ask what movie you want to see, but I have a feeling we won't be watching much of it," Matt chuckled, leaning down and whispering into your ear as he continued rutting his knee into your pussy. His lips latched onto your neck, sending an exciting sensation through all your nerve endings.

He listened as your pretty moans floated out into the atmosphere and dissipated. He pulled back again to inspect the pleasure written into your expression, noticing your drooling cunt seeping through your layers and onto his pant leg. "Good girl," he purred as you started bucking your hips, rubbing up against Matt's thigh. He could tell you were getting close.

Your brother had just finished up with his shower, and he stepped out into the hallway and made his way into the living room with a fresh pair of pajama pants and a clean shirt on. His eyes immediately landed on Matt who was leaning over you, holding you down, and pressing his knee into your mound as he moved it in circles against your cunt.

"Like it when I push down right there?" He wondered, applying a bit more pressure and watching your eyes roll back again. You nodded, a whimper escaping your pink lips as you rolled your hips forward faster onto his knee. Neither one of you were aware that you weren't alone until your brother's voice startled you both. "Matt! What the fuck? What are you doing to my sister?!"

Matt immediately stopped rubbing his knee up against you, and his eyes flicked up to meet your brother's with a guilty look on his face, but it was too late. You couldn't stop yourself. The knot in your stomach came undone, your whole body twitching uncontrollably as you came, soaking through your clothes and onto the knee of Matt's jeans.

"You guys make me sick!" Your brother exclaimed, in shock of the depraved behavior you were exhibiting. "We were just wrestling," Matt said in a soft, unconvincing voice as he peered down at your fucked out expression, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. "I don't remember learning about that in wrestling," your brother snarked.

Matt released his hold on your wrists, and you pulled yourself to your feet, sobbing and running out of the room. You were utterly humiliated, and when you sprinted into your room, you slammed the door shut and dove under your blanket.

"Dude. How could you embarrass her like that?" Matt asked, starting off after you, but your brother blocked him from getting past him. "I think you should go," your brother said to him. Matt just gave him a challenging look, snarling in his direction. "I'm not leaving before I talk to her and help her feel better."

"How? With your dick?" Your brother scoffed. Matt ignored his sly comment and went to push past him again, but your brother stopped him once more. "You've already slept with her, haven't you?" Your brother accused him. "What the hell are you talking about?" Matt shot back, avoiding his question, but his mind was flooded by thoughts of you and all the different positions he'd taken you in.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," your brother gruffed back, putting all the pieces together about how strange the two of you had been acting recently. "I'm not just messing around with her, okay? I really like her," Matt sincerely replied, holding eye contact with your brother. "Get out before I kick your ass," your brother responded flatly.

Matt knew he was testing his luck by pushing to see you, and he knew he actually would get his ass kicked if he stayed much longer, so without putting up any more of a fight, he turned around and walked out the door.

Not too long after he left, you heard your phone ring. You were still hiding under the covers, wiping your tears, and sniffling, but when you saw Matt's name on your screen, you had to hear his voice. You picked up, held the phone to your ear, and did your best to muster up the courage to say, "Hello?"

"Awh, sweet thing. You sound like you're still crying," Matt sympathetically said on the other line. "I'm just really embarrassed," you admitted after a few seconds of silence. "That's okay. It happens to the best of us. Sometimes you get caught, and then you move on," Matt told you.

"You've been caught before?" You asked, sniffling and wiping away your last few tears. You sounded a bit surprised. "Yeah, but it was even worse because my mom walked in on me," Matt confessed to you. You gasped. "Your mom?"

"Yeah, so count your blessings, because it could have been way worse," Matt chuckled into the phone. You giggled along, feeling way better after talking to Matt. "Your brother did seem pretty mad when I left, but with me, not at you. I swear, you can't do anything wrong in that man's eyes. Just give him a couple hours to cool off, and I'm sure everything will go back to normal."

You spent the next twenty minutes on the phone with Matt, finally finding humor in the situation instead of being consumed by embarrassment over it. He made you laugh, he made you smile, and he made your heart flutter when he confirmed your date, telling you go take a shower, put on your prettiest dress, and he'd be waiting for you outside in an hour.

You did just as he said, shaving your legs and scrubbing every inch of your body, the whole time looking forward to your date. You sat in front of your vanity, applying your makeup and holding a few different dresses up to your body in the mirror. You finally settled on a sleeveless black dress and a pair of strappy, black high heels.

You had just finished topping off your look with a bright red lip and spritzing yourself with a floral perfume when your phone vibrated. It was Matt, letting you know he was waiting outside in his mustang. You took a deep breath, staring down at the text and realizing you were going to have to face your brother on your way out the door.

You smoothed out your black dress, admiring the way you looked in the mirror before spinning around and heading out your bedroom door. You tried to walk quietly down the hall, but your heels clicked against the hardwood floor, earning your brother's attention as he craned his neck around from the couch where he was still watching some dumb wrestling match.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" He asked, his jaw tightening when it occurred to him that you might be going on your first date with Matt, the same Matt who had been his best friend since childhood, and the same Matt he'd always warned you to stay away from.

"Out," you responded, crossing your arms and rolling your eyes and giving him the kind of attitude you'd never had the courage to give him before. Before he could stop you or try to talk you out of it, you were storming out of the house and trotting down the driveway to Matt who was pulled up next to the curb.

Your brother swung the door open after you'd slammed it in his face. "If you don't have her home by midnight, Sturniolo - !" He called after the two of you. "I'll come home when I want to!" You shouted back, interrupting him and continuing your journey down the driveway. Your brother stood completely dumbfounded in the doorway as you got into Matt's mustang.

"Fuck. You look and smell amazing," Matt told you, placing his hand on the inside of your thigh and leaning in to press his lips against the side of your neck before the two of you drove off into the night.

part six here ❣️

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thevoidstaredback · 2 months ago

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Part 3

Danny realized, just as dawn was lighting up the world around him, that he knew almost nothing about the world outside of the USA. Even Canada and Mexico were barely footnotes outside of a chapter or two throughout all of his schooling! So, he landed just as a city came into view, let himself warmup with the release of his ghostly transformation, and pulled out his phone to figure out where the hell he was.

With barely any reception, Danny found himself to be just outside Monterrey, Mexico.

"Monterrey, Mexico, the capitol city of Nuevo León, boasts a sprawling business and industrial center. Spanning 125.3 square miles (324.8 squared kilometers), the city is home to ~5,341,177 people. The city is just over 428 years old, having been founded in the 16th century. Notable places to visit, such as Palacio del Obispado (1787-88), Museo de Arte Contemporáneo (2001), Faro de Comercio (1984) are recommended visits for people new to the city."

Sometimes Google was useful.

It was early morning, but the streets were already coming to life with music and voices. Suddenly, the tiny little world Danny'd been trapped in his whole life seemed so dim.

Everything was more beautiful than he'd ever noticed before. Brighter, more colorful, more musical.

Was this what Dani saw every time she left Amity? Was this how she always saw the world? He could see the appeal.

The brand new sights and smells and sounds overwhelmed him as the sun rose higher in the sky, but he couldn't find it in himself to care. It was almost the same kind of overwhelming feeling he got when he thought about space; good and begging for him to feed it.

He walked on, passing hundreds of people all speaking a language he didn't know-

Ah. He'd better pick up on it fast. It'd be rude to demand they speak his language in their home, right?

He pulled out his phone and took a quick selfie to send to Jazz, unable to stop his grin.

"It's so colorful," he told her, "I can see why Dani likes it so much out here."

She didn't respond, but he didn't expect her to. Not for a while, at least.

He texted Dani next. The same picture, though all he said was "Monterrey, Mexico."

Dani answered before he could even put his phone back in his bag. She, too, had send a selfie captioned, "Cobán, Guatemala, bitch!"

He laughed.

There was a chuckle behind him. "Un turista, ¿no?"

He turned around, suddenly re-kicking himself for not taking Spanish in school. Putting on his most apologetic expression, he said, "I'm sorry, I don't-"

The person laughed, wiping a fake tear from their eye. "Don't worry about it," they said in heavily accented English, "You're a long way from home."

He nodded. "A bit, yeah."

"You're not from a big city, are you?" It wasn't a question.

"How'd you know?"

"Stopping in the middle of the street is a good way to get jumped in any city, mi amigo." Danny shifted into a defensive stance, wary of the stranger. They laughed again. "Don't worry about me, I won't hurt you." He didn't believe them. they stuck their hand out. "Me llamo Alejandro."

He relaxed minutely. "Danny."

"Short for Daniel?"

"Just Danny."

They backed up some, their hands up. "I get it, man. What brings you to mi hermosa ciudad?"

"My reasons are my own."

"A fugitivo, got it."

"I'm not-"

"Relax! I'm not gonna turn you in. That's too much work. Besides, I know lots 'a guys like you. Not many stay in the city, but a lot of 'em start out here."

"Really?"

"More than you'd think."

Danny hummed. Then, he had an idea. "Could you teach me Spanish?"

Alejandro raised an eyebrow. "What happened to not trusting me?"

He blushed just a little and looked away, "Well, I don't want to not be able to understand anyone while I'm here, and you seem pretty friendly."

Alejandro shook their head with a smirk. "Way too trusting. Sure, I'll teach you, come on."

Danny followed after them, weaving between people and not running into a single person. Alejandro was all skill while Danny used a bit of intangibility.

Instead of taking him somewhere they could teach and learn in peace, as Danny had expected, Alejandro lead him through the city, giving a detailed tour of everything in the way only a local who loved their city more than anything could do. They knew every part of the city, every person seemed to know them, though they didn't so much as exchange a wave. A few kids stopped them and they played basketball in a park for a while before moving on.

Eventually, the day had to come to an end. As the sun was setting over the mountains, Alejandro lead Danny to a group of houses just on the playground, a bit more rundown with use.

"It's refreshing to see someone so full of childlike wonder when I show them mi hogar for the first time," they said, "Don't ever lose that, okay? Don't let anyone ever take that away from you, okay?"

There was a desperation in their tone, hidden, but loud enough to speak volumes of something that Danny wasn't privileged to know about. "Okay."

They sighed like something heavy had been lifted off their shoulders. "Good, good." They straightened up. "Now, for your Spanish lesson. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be speaking like it's your first language!"

The gleam in their eye reminded Danny of Sam when she was gearing up to explain the current activist page she was deep-diving; of Tucker when he was explaining the newest upgrade to his PDA; of Jazz when she was psychoanalyzing everyone in sight. It made him homesick.

He promised to have the language perfected before he left this city.

Part 5

Translation 1 - Spanish: A tourist, aye? Translation 2 - Spanish: my friend. Translation 3 - Spanish: My name's Alejandro Translation 4 - Spanish: my beautiful city? Translation 5 - Spanish: runaway, Translation 6 - Spanish: my home

#Everywhere But Home #part 4 #dpxdc #dp x dc #danny phantom #danny fenton #dc universe #dp x dc prompt #dc x dp #not entirely on prompt #but close enough #original character #most of my research is surface level wiki searches #please share more stuff in the notes!#i would love to learn more about the places Danny's taking us to!#DeepL Translate is the translator i'm using for the spanish #if it's wrong please correct me in the comments #as always i'll have the translations at the end

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randomshyperson · 4 months ago

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Butchered Tongue - Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: The Halloween Disturbances separate Wanda from her wife, who, intrigued, begins to take a closer look at the anomalous activities in Westview. Or the one where you discover Westview isn't what it seems, Agatha loses her temper, and Death makes an appearance.

Warnings: (+18), there’s smut at the beginning (sub!wanda, hints of power dynamics, enchanted strap, creampie, dirty talk), mentions of magical manipulation, Westview canon compliance, agathario being agathario, dark and traditional magic, mentions of attempted magical resurrection, a lot of canon angst ‘cause why not, nothing bad ever happen to kids denial is a river | Words: 7.060k

A/N-> “Why this has an open ending, mary?” Well for start, this is a test. I’m writing a long fic that rewrites and inserts reader into westview drama and I wanted to see how further I could dive into this subject and also bring agathario angst. I liked it very very much but this work here I actually had a lot of fun writing it and i wanted to share it with everyone. I hope people tell me what they thought of it, if you all would rather have a story for the beginning with all the scenes of them together or just a story that moves forward (i haven't thought of a plot after this yet). Honestly, this is just for fun people, I hope you liked this and I hope that I someday write more about this little variation of new characters and dynamics I wrote in this one. The new series will have hybrid!reader ‘cause i’m a TVD fan and i miss that shit daily (and witches and vampires/werewolves are a match). Ps. I suck at summaries and now I just copy-paste the show's official summaries haha

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*you can read the two first "chapters" for context but it's not really necessary, to understand the story. This is pretty canon-compliant

-&-

Pietro's presence just worsens the tension between you and Wanda.

Not that he's behaving inappropriately or anything like that - his flawed personality is probably his charm.

The problem is that you had no idea Wanda had a bother in the first place. You were certain she didn’t, just two seconds before she opened that door, but by the same second she told you who that was, your mind went blank and a click of new memories was input into your brain. You could relax and pretend they were always there, and trust your wife but she must have been feeling strange about the whole thing as well, somehow sharing her hesitation through the magic that surrounded every corner and mind of that town.

That's why when Wanda came back to bed that night, she found you already asleep - or pretending to. Every instinct in your mind was telling you to run screaming, the image of your work colleague and his despairing eyes, begging for help, piercing all the new family memories you were getting now.

Children growing up years during one single evening, neighbors terrified subconsciousness, mystery brother. Things seemed to be getting out of control for Wanda as well, but she just kept saying everything was fine and you could trust her.

She didn't try to press you into a conversation, but you heard her tense sighing around the room while she changed into her nightgown.

In no time, there's a soft weight on the bed and a pull on the mattress. You feel her warmth behind you but don't move an inch.

Wanda shifts and you stop breathing when her fingers reach out for your back. Tentatively calling for your attention.

Sighting deeply, you slowly turn to face her. You don't know what you were expecting, maybe red irises that would take your doubts away. You weren't expecting to find teary eyes instead. The effect was nearly the same though - seeing Wanda crying knock down all your defenses all at once.

“Hey.” You start softly, one of your hands moving to her cheek. She leans into the touch immediately, a sad smile on her lips. “Why are you crying, darling?”

She shakes her head, and it looks like she won't explain further when suddenly, she sobs. “I can't believe he's really here.”

Wanda looks so vulnerable but you're so confused. You don't stop your caress on her cheek but you stare at her in doubt. “Oh darling, tell me what's wrong? Didn't you two get along?”

Wanda chuckles sadly. Your words are not meant to be anything but curious and reassuring of her feelings but they pierce her heart nonetheless. The fact that this version of you has no idea of how much she lost, and didn't even know who Pietro was until tonight makes her feel so wrong about everything.

“We did. He, hm…” She dries her own tears when evading your touch. To lie to your face, she needs physical distance not just emotional. “We grew apart, that's all. It's really nice to have my brother around again.” She turns away, to gaze at the ceiling but you frown at the sudden change of behavior. Wondering what you might have said to upset her, you swallow as Wanda yaws. “Today was just a lot. Let’s just sleep, okay?”

Wanda turns her back to you without another word but less than a minute later, you hear her trying to shuffle her crying.

You don't ask her any questions as you adjust to hold her, feeling her body tensing before relaxing completely.

There will be time for questions tomorrow. Right now, you just hold your wife while she cries herself to sleep, hoping she knows in her heart you'll be there for her.

-&-

Pietro Maximoff could be a bit inconvenient. But so could be Agnes, the nosy neighbor who seemed to share a special affection for Wanda's twin.

You couldn't really decide which one of them was the most cheeky.

With the daily routine falling into place again, you wanted to believe things were getting better but in fact, they weren't. That whole “foggy mind” sensation never left you, and you had the strong impression that the whole two weeks of Pietro sleeping on the couch and every other routine memory with the boys, Wanda and occasionally Agnes around the round was somehow implemented into your head during your sleep. It just didin’t feel like weeks had passed, but somehow everybody was acting like it did.

Without any proof to that, however, you found yourself staring at a colorful outfit in your shared closet.

Wanda got up early - She has been quite evasive about your agony. And her lack of interest just makes you more anxious.

But by the time you were ready to face another day, she was already dressed up in her red costume, looking way too pretty for someone you were supposed to be mad with.

“Hey darling good morning. Your outfit is right there, I'm gonna check if the boys are ready.” She spoke very quickly, hands busy with the last adjustments of her hair. But her little crown was slightly misplaced and you moved to her way before she could bypass you and leave the room. “What are you…?”

Without a word, your hands move to fix her appearance. Wanda stays put, eyes scanning your face as if searching for a hidden meaning behind your actions, and at the slight feeling of her presence in your mind, you chuckle.

“Is this what you do now?” You question and Wanda's cheeks grow red with shame. “Little peaks whenever you don't feel like talking to your wife?”

She gasps slightly at the accusation. But you're staring at her with anything but teasing behind your eyes and Wanda lifts her chin.

“I don't want us to fight.” She declares but she doesn't move away from your touch so you don't give her space either.

“Fight? You barely pay me a glance.”

“That is not true!” She defends herself immediately but you chuckle dry.

“How come is Halloween already? I could swear it was summer. Didn't we go to the local club just a couple of days ago?”

Wanda holds your wrist, moving your hand away from her red crown.

“Could you just behave? Today, at the boy's first Halloween? Please.”

She was not only diverting the whole situation guilty towards you but also ignoring your questions.

When Wanda decided that behaving so toxic towards you was acceptable you don't know.

What you know is that she needed to be reminded of a few important things.

“I'm afraid that your bother is having a terrible influence on me, darling.” You start, freeing your hand from her grip only to move both to her waist. She swallows hard but keeps an indifferent expression. “I'll be up to mischief all evening.”

She frowns, even if by instinct her hands find your shoulders to correspond to your touch, she looks tense.

“What… You're not sticking around for your son's first Halloween?”

You chuckle at her choice of words. Nowadays, every time you want to question something, Wanda goes for emotional appeal.

“Is it? They are already ten. I'm certain we must have taken them to pick up candy at some point. It would be odd if we haven't.”

Wanda narrows her eyes at you. So this is how you gonna play this game - by taunting her on everything that was weird about Westview, trying to see her crack on her indifference.

She takes a deep breath, fingers adjusting your pajama’s collar.

“You're trying to get a reaction out of me. I'm sorry, but I already said we're not fighting today. If you can't skip work, I'm taking the boys with their uncle.”

“As you wish, darling.” You retry with the same serious tone.

Wanda stares back. And there's a pause and another.

Then, a pull on her waist to bring her hard towards your chest. Wanda barely has time to blush or choke on her breathing when your lips meet her in an intense kiss.

She moans against her will into your tongue, her body melting as your hands squeeze her waist, that doesn't help her regain her posture one bit.

She feels her back hit the shelf when you push forward to press her against it, but that only makes her kiss you harder, the affected sighs during the kiss only making you crazier.

Your hands start to wander, and the bedroom door locks by itself, a spell of noise filling the wood as well. As your kisses go down her jaw, her trembling fingers try to undo the knot of your pajama pants. She ends up failing in the activity when you start biting a sensitive spot behind her ear, your teeth scraping the way down, and Wanda wonders if she should cause more fights to have such a mind-blowing turn-on like this; she feels like if you don't fuck her now she might combust.

She only realizes she's started begging because you give a sadistic giggle, which makes her cheeks burn.

"I might not let you leave the room, Wands." You tease, and she has trouble even understanding what you're saying because you've lowered your fingers to where she's already started leaking beyond her costume. "Making those delicious sounds, and dressed like that. I don't want to let you go."

She forces her mouth to work, even though she's first letting out a little squeal when she feels your palm press against her covered pussy. "I'll be quick." She replies hoarsely, and you raise an eyebrow at the double meaning. She chuckles weakly, sighing. "You won't even have time to miss me."

You hum absently, looking down. One of your hands caresses her ass and then her thigh, smoothing her pantyhose. Your fingers tease her intimacy, bringing the moisture she can't contain, and making her knees buckle. When Wanda shudders, in that sexy way she always does every time her orgasm is building properly, you sigh.

"Sorry, honey, I really need to touch you." It's your only warning, and Wanda wants to pretend she doesn't like it when you rip her costume at the bottom, but she ends up rewarding you with a new wave of wetness running down her thighs.

You kiss her again as your fingers find her entrance, but Wanda has trouble even standing, let alone kissing you back when you’re touching her like this. Your fingers tease her hot entrance before you push two digits inside without ceremony, grunting at the warmth and the way she squeezes you. Wanda sighs contentedly and resists the instinct to close her eyes to meet your gaze. She holds on as you rest one hand behind her on the shelf, and adjust the angle of the other, going deeper inside her. It’s almost a challenge as your thrusts start to get more determined and harder and she has to grip your shoulders to stay upright, biting her lip to muffle the sounds that tear from her throat.

The climax builds so quickly, she might be embarrassed if you weren’t her wife, and you know her body so well. Just adjust the angle, press her clitoris with your thumb, and Wanda arches and comes hard, keeping herself standing only by holding on to your shoulders, while all the lights in the room flicker and the place shakes as much as your body.

You have a satisfied little smile on your face as she tries to stop shaking, and she can't hold back her moan when you remove your fingers from inside her only to suck them clean one by one.

You kiss her again as soon as you finish, and Wanda finds it so dirty and sexy that she starts scratching your belly, ready for another. You break off with a giggle.

"Weren't you the one in a hurry?" You tease, your pants loosening as Wanda starts to feel around you, pulling the item down with some urgency.

"Weren't you the one who wouldn't let me get out of bed?" She responds aroused, managing to make you giggle before pressing your hips together, her firm hands squeezing your ass.

When she kisses you next, sucking on your tongue, you grunt. "Fuck, you drive me crazy, Wands." You break the kiss, manhandling her back to the bed, and standing behind her. "You're gonna get on all fours and watch yourself get fucked like the slutty housewife you love to be. Come on, Wanda." A slap to her ass has her whimpering on shaking limbs until she finally exposes herself to you. The mirror in the corner of the room is ignored, but you force her face up, and she stares at the sight that leaves her dripping.

It doesn't surprise her to feel the hardness against her entrance, but it makes her break into a deep moan. The toy conjured in your pants that are still hanging at your knees slides in easily, and you both grunt at the sensation of the enchanted cock filling her up. Your first thrust is the only gentle one. Your hands grip her hips and then her hair, and Wanda is transformed into a pathetic mess of begging and moaning as you begin to fuck into her hard, the bed rocking with your movements.

You grunt between thrusts how much you love her. How much you love filling her, how much you love the way she sounds and feels. How much you want to fuck another baby into her.

Wanda comes without warning, her hands gripping the sheets in desperation, her body giving in to the climax as she cries loudly into the bed. You don't stop your movements, the creamy slickness making a dirty sound that makes you curse softly and Wanda blush deeply. She grunts at the overstimulation, but her hips move in time with yours.

You tell her that you're going to come, your thrusts becoming more frantic and uncoordinated, and she keeps her gaze on your reflection, watching with adoration the way your body moves against hers, your face contorted with pleasure as she barely manages to stay on her own limbs. When you come inside, the sensation is too delirious to begin with, so Wanda follows your climax, moaning as your body falls on top of hers, holding her to the bed as you pour yourself inside her.

But as your breathing calms and the arousal has subsided to deep intimacy, you sigh and pull out of her, throwing yourself next to her on the bed. Wanda frowns at the change in your energy and looks at you curiously.

"We can't end all fights like this," you murmur, and she raises an eyebrow.

"Can't we?"

But despite your dry chuckle, there's no joy in your eyes. It makes Wanda feel like the worst person in the world, even after what was probably the best sex she's had in a long time.

"I'm gonna go change. I promise I won't ruin anything for you today." You say, and she wants to pull you back and tell you that you never ruin anything, that this is all for, but none of that comes out.

She just stands there in silence, until she remembers everything she had planned for today with the noise downstairs.

She's already fixed her costume and tidied the room when you come back with a towel slung over your shoulders.

“I…” But the boys running and fighting with their uncle downstairs make Wanda sigh. She offers you a lingering glance once she touches the doorknob. “I love you, Y/N. Never forget, alright?”

You give her a lopsided smile. “Don't start or I'm gonna kiss you again.”

She smiles and leaves without saying anything else. You don't know how her heart ached at the fact you didn't say it back.

-&-

The further you went, the less habited Westview became.

The realization gives you chills, and as the city turns into this creepy empty scenario, you start to consider giving up your little investigation and just go back to your lovely wife and children.

It's the neighbor's parked car at Ellis Avenue that makes you sigh determined.

You're surprised to find Agnes having a drink inside. The small bottle has an insight that looks strangely familiar to you but you can't put your heart on that. And you're busy speaking:

“Goodnight, Agnes, is everything alright?” You greet but upon your sudden arrival, she chuckles ironically.

Not even bothering to hide away the bottle that has something so strong that you can smell the alcohol from afar, she leans into the window to get a better look at you.

“And what are you doing here, sugar?”

Her attitude chocks you. Not only that but something about the ascent also makes you frown. But you decide to play along because things are weird enough those days.

“Hm, I was just going for a walk.”

Agnes lifts an eyebrow at you. “Oh, does she know you're out?”

You know immediately she's talking about Wanda but you have no clue what that means. So you swallow drily and stare at the older woman.

“Yeah, I… I tell my wife everything.”

Agnes giggles wickedly. “Is that what you believe? Truly? How lovely.”

“Agnes, I don't understand -”

“Stop this act for once!” She cuts off angrily, opens the door, and almost hits you in the process. You step back so she can get out of the vehicle, and she hits the door a second time. “I'm Agatha! We know each other! Stop this foolish act for once!”

You frown and shake your head confusedly. “Of course we know each other, you're my neighbor-”

She groans impatiently, giving your shoulders a hard push. “Do you know how worried I was when you disappeared? Do you even care?”

“Agnes, I don't-”

“When you said you wanted to do the right thing, I let you. I gave you the space you wanted. When you said you would play superhero with those lunatics, I said okay, do one crazy thing this century, we all have our phases.” She continues to vent, without caring about your confusion. “But then you were gone! They brought everybody back except you. There was a whole fucking memorial you know? And I thought, fuck that stupid asshole finally got what she was looking for. And yeah I took your body from those shitty agents like you made me swear I would do if you were ever treated like a lab rat, but then I came here for a job and here you are! Playing housewife with that witch as if nothing bad happened ever happened!”

You interrupt her: “What bad thing happened?”

“You died, your idiot!” She screams back, stealing the air from your lungs. But she sighs to keep her composure and then chuckles humorlessly. “Or at least that's what the news said, right?” She retorts, her eyes shining lit. You don't know if it's the tears or the challenge behind her iris. “What is this anyways, Y/N? Where even are you right now? Do you know? Does she?”

You step back, your heart racing in your chest. “None of this makes any sense. You're clearly disoriented, and I'm sorry but I can't deal with this right now.” You practically run away from her, but Agnes - or Agatha at this point you're not sure of anything anymore - stops following you. She shakes her head in disbelief and takes the small bottle from her pocket again. With a long gulp, it looks like she drinks all of it before turning back to her car.

You just keep moving.

The Avenue limit is in front of you, and you don't have to make much of an effort to realize there's so short of energy there. Like a wall right in front of you.

Taking a deep breath, you raise your hand to the border moving forward with your fingers.

The second you're out, Westview disappears.

-&-

Before.

When Agatha Harkness decided her apprentice was ready for a real mission, she expected the witch she chose to spare instead of sacrifice once, to go for something simple, like killing a dragon or exploring a different realm.

She was not expecting an infinity stone.

“It's stupidly dangerous.” She said when you suggested but you didn't lose your posture.

“And when are we doing things that aren't dangerous?” Your argument started there just before you listed how inconvenient it would be if Hydra learned how to manipulate the stones for the actual magical community. Teasing Agatha by saying you might ask the Kamar Taj Mages for the same mission was the main reason she agreed with this.

In no time, you're heading off to a little place called Sokovia. Alone for your first mission, you didn't call for help when you got captured because that would be too humiliating. It was your first mission without Agatha, you could handle Hydra and their weird science.

You could handle their experiments and torture in search of truth. You could handle an infinity stone being carved into your skin as they tried to study the magic from your veins. If there was something that Agatha taught was that you should never fear power, no matter what, you should take it. And so you did.

Agatha was supposed to be proud - You did not only succeed in your mission when you interrupted the experiments by stealing the stone from Hydra to give it to the Avengers (who were not supposed to do the same with it to be clear), but you were also much more powerful than any witches your age and beyond due to the experiments. But instead of being proud, Agatha got jealous. She was worried too, but mostly jealous. It's just who she was after all - the most ambitious person you ever met. And having her apprentice overcome her power in one mission didn't make her feel very good about herself.

After the fight that escalated with this jealousy, you two departed for years. You became an Avenger, and Agatha kept doing what she did best. The stone craved at Vision’s head kept whispering fears into his mind until finally, the mad Titan came to Earth to retract what he believed belonged to him and kill anyone who stayed in his way.

You were given a proper and public funeral organized by Natasha Romanoff, so Agatha knew you were gone. She saw the news, then she visited the grave.

The Avengers didn't know the old ways of witchcraft, so she felt she was in her right to steal your body without giving any explanation. Leaving an empty and destroyed grave behind. It was not the witch community problem that a new tension surfaces with that, whispers of government organizations or criminals wishing to have your body for their own experiments. The talk of men was of little importance for a 300-year-old witch anyway.

Five years came and a flick of fingers brought everybody back from the dead. All but you.

Agatha had your body magically preserved - untouched by the lady of death as one last favor from Rio - she made sure you were buried in her family land as well.

You must rest with your kind she would say.

But everything changed one afternoon. She felt a powerful magic emission from afar and left her property. Unaware that you heard the same calling.

The connection you held with the witch calling whatever was deeper than the dark roots of that cursed magical ground your body was buried in.

The stone that was used to amplify Wanda's and your powers created a magical bond between you two that not even death could break. That, and well, you loved each other very deeply. The second her heart screamed your name during the Creation of Westview, you moved to her.

Your poor stitched body couldn't do the travel - the fight with the Titan weakened your flesh to its limit. You crawled into the Harkness Residence while its owner flayed to answer the magical calling before you could.

The only way you were able to reach for Wanda was with your mind. The preserved connection of the stone to yours and her power brought your conscience all the way to Westview but weakened by the distance and your wife's grief, all memories were gone.

You were there, but not really.

And while Agatha's employees woke up and freaked out about a body in the living room, your Hex version and her were locked inside Westview, following up fantasies for what felt like a lifetime but in reality barely a week had passed.

That until of course, you stepped outside.

The first person you see is Darcy Lewis. But she's nothing like you remember her.

Just like everybody around, she had circus outfits and even some handcuffs and chains around her that made you frown.

Getting up from the ground you didn't even realize you fell into, you take a moment to clean up the amount of dirt from your clothes.

“Darcy, is that really you?”

The brunette let out a nervous laugh. “I'm sorry, am I the only one who saw this woman appearing out of nowhere? Hello, guys? Okay, I'm out of here.” She moves away nervously but you stumble behind her.

“Wait, Darcy, is me-”

“Get away from me, stranger!” Darcy shouts back, almost running but you focus on using your abilities. It's painful, as if your mind and body - and the Westview version of yourself are - getting used to magic again, so when you teleport to her way, your knees give up and Darcy is kind enough not to let you fall to the ground. “What the hell was that?”

You balance yourself with her help. “Darcy is me. How can you not remember me?”

“Sorry, I'm not good with names.”

You chuckle weakly. “Not even Jane Foster? Or Thor?” She blinks, suddenly more uncomfortable than before. When she hesitates, you reach for her head. The magical subjugation is forced away by your magic and Darcy gasps in chock.

“Oh my god, is really you is it, Y/N?” She finally recognized you, her memories coming back to her at high speed. You sigh in relief, moving closer to free her from her chains. You hug her back as her arms lock around you tightly. “I knew they were wrong when they said you were gone.”

You break the embrace to give her a small smile. “Well, about that…”

You had to tell the story very quickly; your goal was to get back to the city, to your wife. Who needs to explain to you how the hell you were here and not buried in New York. If Wanda wouldn't talk, Agatha would have to do it.

Darcy, fortunately, managed to get a car.

"[...] do you really think she resurrected me?"

Darcy shrugs, she's driving and even though she's not a witch, she seems to take the whole story very seriously.

"Look, it's like I told you, SWORD called all kinds of experts to this place. No one really knows what the Hex is made of, much less how you're here. But what we do know is that your body was stolen about three weeks ago, and no one has been able to locate you anymore."

You imagine how Wanda would have done it, and the image of her digging your grave and dragging your body through the city gives you chills. But it also has nothing to do with Wanda, and makes you sigh wearily.

"I don't know, Darcy. It doesn't sound like anything she would do."

The woman with the glasses forces a sad smile at you. "Grief is a strange feeling, my friend. We often do surprising things."

There's a pause, but when Darcy speaks again after a whistle, her tone is much lighter than before.

"Now, talking about your body, are you sure you don't feel... you know, physical?"

You laugh, scratching the back of your head awkwardly. "It's hard to explain. I don't think I would notice if I weren't a witch, and well the spell is strong and capable of fooling everyone here. But I can feel that I'm not complete." You try to explain. "I only noticed when I left the Hex. It was like a tug, behind my head, as if my mind is the only physician thing here somehow. I don't know how Wanda brought me back, but I have a few guesses. A lot of them involve necromancy, but I don't know where she would have learned that. Although, the presence of a friend here in the Hex gave me some pointers."

Darcy frowns. "Friend? Who?"

She has to brake suddenly, because there's a sheep crossing in the way. It's your turn to grimace.

"What the hell...?" The herd lingers and then gives way to children crossing the street and an old lady with walking sticks.

Wanda is keeping you away. But why?

"She's doing this, Darcy." You mutter irritably, looking out the window at the next distraction on the road - roadworks - before unbuckling your seatbelt. "This is ridiculous. I am dead, and my wife would rather arrest me on the road than talk about it. We'll meet downtown, Darcy. And thank you for coming here to help Wanda." You get out of the car before your friend can protest, and fly away without waiting for anything else.

It's time to have a grown-up talk about things.

-&-

Your sudden departure, although short, was enough for your physical body to gain the little vigor it needed.

Just enough to call the only person who could help you in this state.

Agatha had few trusted employees, but they all liked you. Worried and attentive to every movement, to every weak breath of yours, while they stitched and healed your body, they heard you whisper the name that had not been pronounced under this roof for hundreds of years.

“Rio Vidal.”

Harkness Mansion grew cold at once, and the employees shrank in fear but also lowered their gazes in respect for the personification of death that had just appeared at the entrance.

Rio walked unhurriedly to the stone bench where your body rested. She touched your face and hoped you had some strength to open your eyes.

Completely white irises stared back at her. An empty, soulless cocoon.

"Poor child." The woman whispered, tracing your cheek carefully. "Agatha never learns."

She made to move away, but you managed to move your hand to hers. "Help me." The mansion's servants left the two of you alone, but Rio didn't care if she had an audience or not. She sighed sadly, her free hand resting above your ribcage.

"Agatha asked me not to take your body, but this is inhumane. You're suffering, Y/N." You shake your head, tears escaping the corners of your eyes. Rio looks at you in confusion and insists: "Of course you are, child, look at you. You're empty. You're not even here anymore." Your fingers intertwine with hers in desperation. "We..West...view."

You struggle to get the words out, until finally, Rio understands.

"Westview is a town in New Jersey. That's where Agatha anchored the preservation spell, isn't it? Tell me where. I'll set you free."

You shake your head and your words change. "Wanda."

The woman frowns. "Wanda? Your wife? What does she have to do with...-"

One of the servants comes back into the room, a newspaper in hand. He seems too scared to interfere, but he still manages to hand the item to Rio.

When she reads the headline about Westview and a mysterious Hex that has quarantined the town, she laughs in disbelief.

She comes back to you only to pull you up in a sitting position, ignoring your grunts of pain.

"Our wives are insane, honey. Get up, let's clean up their mess."

It's a quick trip with Rio's skills, of course.

And you arrive for a very ugly fight, which your body certainly couldn't handle. That's why Rio keeps you both hidden, watching from a distance.

Agatha - as always - takes impulsive actions and this time, she can't win.

In any other situation, Rio would have intervened on her wife's behalf. This time, having to help your body stand up, prevented from decaying by spells because Agatha refused to let you die, she doesn't do it. She just watches Wanda take her power.

After so many centuries of watching Agatha do the same to other witches, it's definitely an interesting scene.

The limit is drawing in imprisoning her. That Rio can't allow.

"May I interrupt, ladies?"

Rio's sudden appearance makes Wanda go on alert and prepare for a fight. But her entire posture collapses when she locks eyes with you.

With a sob, Wanda calls your name and then runs to meet you.

You have trouble staying upright with the hug but you don't dare complain.

Billy and Tommy look at the scene with confused faces, and it is Billy who whispers his version of Hex:

"Why is mom hugging that zombie?"

You laugh softly, ruffling your two children's hair. Wanda is crying, unable to let go of your body, and you sigh tiredly. You feel the tug coming from there, but you have no idea how to regain a physical form. The connection seems impossible.

Agatha starts to cause a commotion with her ex-wife.

"You're so irresponsible, I told you a million times that breaking the natural order of things is impossible, and it's temporary. You don't listen, and you don't learn!" Rio accuses, trying to reach Agatha who is running away from her until she reaches your Hex version.

"Here’s the proof that it's not impossible!" Agatha retorts in despair, ignoring the looks in her direction. "Look at her! She lives! It's her soul! Wanda brought her back. She could-"

"Agatha." Rio cuts her off, tears in her eyes for the first time. She shakes her head and takes a deep breath. And when she speaks again, her voice is much softer than before. "Not him, okay?"

And the witch who is holding your shoulders tightly, sniffs softly, trying to hide her own emotions. "Why? Why can't you give me the only thing I want?"

Rio swallows hard. "He found peace, Agatha. There is no return for his soul. Y/N is still here because you imprisoned her. And Wanda was able to call her back. And now." She gestures to your two versions and your wife. "It's time for goodbyes."

Wanda didn't want to let go of you, but you gave her a reassuring smile.

Your physical body couldn't speak, and she noticed it immediately. She touched your cheeks and stared into your completely white, lifeless eyes.

"I'm sorry for doing this to you." She whispers, sniffing softly. "I'm going to let you go."

The boys don't listen, having been taken away from the confusion by Monica as soon as Agatha and Rio start arguing. And Wanda needs to leave your body with Lady Death, even if it breaks her heart into a thousand pieces.

"Will you take care of her?" She asks, swallowing the urge to cry again. She looks at Agatha, sulking in a corner as if she would also start crying at any moment, and sighs. "Of the two of them?"

Rio nods and looks at Wanda curiously. "We'll meet again, Wanda Maximoff. I'm at the end of all journeys."

The younger witch can't smile back, she just looks at Rio with such deep sadness that it makes the entity regret having been present in so many moments of Wanda's life.

With one last look at your body, the Scarlet Witch joins her family from the Hex, and leaves towards their house, while the magic fades in the sky and around everyone.

-&-

You turned on the lamp just as Wanda had turned off the opposite one, and she smiled as she looked at you.

The boys were sleeping upstairs, and from the window, you could see the Hex closing.

"Sorry, I remembered..." You start awkwardly, out of breath. "That it's bad luck to say goodnight in the dark."

Wanda smiles, approaching in small steps. "Is that so?"

You nod, your hands in your pockets because you don't know what to do with them. You didn't know what to do with anything.

"It's the name of a song, isn't it? One of the many you used to listen to in the Avengers Tower."

Your wife sighs, giving you a sad, almost guilty smile. She's finally close enough to touch.

"I'm sorry about your memories." She asks softly, her hands moving to your wrists. So that you take your hands out of your pockets, and place them where they belong. Around her. "I would have told you the truth from the beginning, but I didn't know-"

She trails off when instead of wrapping your arms around her waist, one of your hands reaches for her cheek, caressing it with a tenderness that makes her melt and gasp.

Wanda can't do this. She can't. She doesn't want to say goodbye, and she can't say goodbye to you again.

"I'm so sorry for making you cry." That's what you say, which just makes her break down into a sob. You give her a tearful smile, your other hand also reaching for her face, to hold her tenderly. "You, Wanda Maximoff, are by far the best thing that has happened to me in 345 years on this earth. The fact that I get to die knowing that I was loved not just by anyone, by you, is the epitome of a fulfilled life.” You say, caressing her skin with your thumb. You take a deep sigh, as your wife tries to hold your hands in her face. “I love you, Wanda.”

“Please.” She cries, falling into your embrace when you move your hands away. She holds you as tight as she can, but she can feel the fading of the spell. “Please come back to me.”

With all your heart, you wished to fulfill her request. And with the end of Hex, the last sensation you felt was Wanda's embrace, and her tears wetting your shirt.

It made all the sense that you woke up with a jump, calling her name.

The place you were in looked nothing like Westview or any place you had been in years.

But it wasn't completely unfamiliar. It looked a lot like a forested area you hadn't been in since the last century.

And the little boy picking flowers near the river where you emerged from took all the air from your lungs.

Little Nicholas Schatch looked back as if he had guessed you were awake.

"Hi, Aunt Y/N."

You gasped with excitement, sitting up. He came closer and didn't complain when you pulled him into a tight hug. Even though you came from the water, your clothes were not wet.

"Hi, Nicky." You cried, holding him until he laughed at the tightness and tried to escape the grip. "Look at you, boy. You look so handsome, so grown up."

It had been so long since you had seen him since you had helped Agatha bury him. He didn't seem to have aged a day, but he had looked so small when he passed, that you had the impression he had grown. "It's so good to see you again, dear." Nick smiled, sitting down next to you on the dry grass.

"You didn't bring Mama with you." You give him a sad smile, shaking your head.

"I'm sorry, little prince, your mama isn't ready yet." He nods in understanding, upset but not insisting. You look around, recognizing that scene, the cabin in the background, the river. You sigh before looking at Nicholas again. "Where's your other mother?" He shrugs, gathering the flowers in his lap. You realize he bound them together with magic, not with knots. You frown, touching his hands. "Can you do magic now, little prince?" He nods, smiling.

"My mother taught me." You stare at him in surprise and then look around again.

"Where are we, Nicky? Do you know?" He gives a confused laugh.

"Home, Aunt Y/N, of course."

You accept the flower necklace he made for you but don’t get up when he walks away back to the lake.

“Nicky.” You call after a moment of thought. He hums, signaling that he’s listening. “Did anyone else come with me? Two other little boys?”

He doesn’t look up from the new necklace he’s making. “No, Aunt Y/N. My mother said Billy and Tommy ran away.”

Your stomach drops. You choke. “W-what… Ran away? Where?”

He shrugs and finally looks at you again.

"She doesn’t know, Auntie. But my mother keeps me here safe, away from the disease. She said she could keep you and Billy and Tommy too. But she needs to find them first."

You freeze and try to hide your reaction from your step-nephew. He gives you a smile before going back to playing, and you force your body to work and stand up.

You take one last look at him before heading towards the cabin, and as soon as you arrive, you realize that it is exactly as you remembered, how you visited Agatha and Rio for decades before Nicky was born - when their life was calm, happy, and peaceful.

Everything that time has erased, photos, paintings, and furniture are fully preserved here. You lean against the walls until you sit in one of the empty chairs at the table.

You notice the pots of food and frown.

Since when do the dead need to eat?

Raising your hand in the air, your first attempt is a simple conjuration. Anything, even a spark. And you end up having to suppress the grunt of pain as you try. Nothing.

Maybe the passage took away all your magic, or maybe it was the river’s doing. Either way, you're dry.

You look through the half-open door at the child playing in the river and bite the inside of your cheek. Your fingers find the flower necklace in your pocket, and even faintly, you feel the magic in them.

Well, a few dozen more, and you'd have enough to get you home.

Hopefully it would be a trip for two.

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