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[CN] Victor and MC – S2 Chapter 26 (Eng Translation Part 1)

⌚Warning⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for a chapter that is yet to be released in the global server. ♡

[Note]: Do make sure you read CH 25 first, before proceeding further, or you won’t understand what’s happening~ ಥ‿ಥ

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[T/N]: I’ll be adding bullet point summaries for the parts that aren’t necessarily significant or don’t focus on Victor x MC~ (・∀・)

[T/N]: VERY HIGHLY recommend following with the video at least for the 1st two parts. Otherwise, you won’t be able to grasp just how dire it issss. ಥ‿ಥ

Link to the video: YouTube || Bilibili

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✧ [CH 26-1] ✧

Amid my pitch-black horizon, a powerful gravitational force accompanied by a weightless fall drags me down as though wanting to tear me apart.

The rumbling of moving clock hands in my ear pierces my eardrums, producing excruciating pain.

In the endless descent, I seem to have spent all my strength holding on to something with a death grip.

Click.

As innumerable rumbling noises roar away, I slowly open my eyes and am met with the vision of an endless sky.

My head is still in a daze, and the last image in my consciousness.... is an eerie black vortex and a black hand that pervaded the air!

MC: VICTOR!!

I jerk my head up, and my vision crashes straight into a pair of deep, dark-colored eyes.

Only now do I realize that what I have been clinging to from beginning to end is Victor’s arm. By now, his smooth jacket has been left with indelible creases.

He looks at me with furrowed brows that seem like helplessness and.... anger.

Victor: [voice rising slightly but extremely angry] WHY DID YOU FOLLOW ME HERE?

Victor: ARE YOU STUPID?!

MC: ....it was so dangerous just now. I got anxious, and the only thing I wanted to do was to rush to pull you away.

My voice unconsciously softens and I can’t help but mutter in a small voice at the end.

MC: It’s obviously the one who suddenly becomes motionless is more stupid, right?

Thinking back to that bizarre scene, I tightly latch onto Victor’s arm again in lingering fear.

He remains silent for a while, as though suppressing some turbulent emotions. After a few moments, he releases a long breath.

Victor: I don’t know whether I should actually praise you for being fearless or reckless.

MC: But regardless, we’re now safe for the time being.... right?

Looking at the corners of Victor’s lips that remain pursed throughout the entire time, I instinctively stop talking. The fact that he is wearing such an expression signifies that things are far from over.

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MC suddenly realizes that every single big and small wound on Victor’s body has disappeared, even his clothes are clean, and finds herself spotless too as though the collapse was just an illusion.

Reminiscent of a border between heaven and earth, she finds the place too unreal to exist. Just as her brain goes in the direction: If they’re truly dead, Victor reads her mind as usual and gives her a head pat for her “wild imaginations” :>

He tells her she is right about one thing though, this place should be some kind of “space-time rift”. MC realizes this place is an independent existence regardless of time and space.

As she asks Victor what’d happen if they are trapped in the rift, Victor asks MC if she knows about the “Time Observers”, to which MC truthfully shakes her head.

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Victor: They’re a group of Time-related Evolvers, responsible for observing the progress of world lines and maintaining the stable operation of the universe.

Victor: Generally, they hide their identity in any capacity in society. When they encounter any unforeseen event significant enough to alter history, they will appear to conduct historical revision.

His voice is very soft as he says these words, but it makes my heart heavy.

Vaguely, I feel as though Victor is hiding something from me, and as though he is concealing some emotions that he doesn’t want me to find out.

MC: I’ve never heard of this group of people before.... Victor, how do you know all this?

Victor: Because I’ve seen the Time Observers. They came to look for me.

He doesn’t evade my question. On the contrary, his calm attitude produces momentary bafflement in me.

Victor: What’s with that look on your face?

MC: ….I just didn’t expect you to answer me so candidly.

Victor: Why not? Or do you think I must have something I need to hide from you?

MC: OF COURSE NOT!

Having my mind seen through, I promptly deny it with a guilty conscience. But on the contrary, Victor releases a chuckle in a good mood.

MC: I have one more question….

Victor: Save your hundred thousand questions for after we leave.

I follow Victor’s gaze and look down.

The turquoise sky beneath our feet ripples with light corrugations as we move.

In the space where no time passes, it seems some sound is pressing in from afar, quietly.

Victor reaches out and takes my fingertips in his hand, palming them gently with his thumb several times.

I brush up my fingers and hold him back, inexplicably relieved.

Strong as Victor is, I have nothing to fear so long as I’m by his side.

Suddenly, the mechanical sound of violins slowly plays from all directions, suave and melodious, sailing between heaven and earth.

Victor stops in his tracks, his gaze straight ahead.

Victor: Time Observer?

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✧ [CH 26-2] ✧

MC notes: The whimpering violin grows increasingly urgent and violent as a black-hole-like fissure appears; the constantly changing twisted black lines seem as though countless fragments of time are falling into a bottomless abyss.

Victor, on the other hand, seems to reflect on something. Then, he takes MC forward with him.

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In the next second, a myriad of strange sights suddenly emerges before our eyes.

Twinkling resplendent starbursts blossom above our heads and flow even farther away into the distance. The huge clock dial casts circles of light beneath our feet, as though guiding the path to follow.

I suddenly see countless pictures flashing by out the corner of my eyes. It’s like riding on a fast-moving train, not knowing where it will stop, just passing and departing unceasingly.

I incline my head to look at Victor. All along, he keeps looking straight ahead without saying a word, his gaze firm.

And somehow, the question swirling in my heart seems to have been answered.

I have seen Victor like this, and I’ve seen this place before.

At the end of this corridor, there should be a chair. A man once sat there, gazing at the passage of time and the shifting of stars, lonely and proud.

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[Tidbit]: The memory MC is referring to is S1 CH 37-4, Victor Route~ 😭

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At the end of the song, the endless flights of steps fade away little by little, and the shimmering glow of the dome shakes off, falling to our sides and dissolving into the air.

??: You guys are here.

A figure in black closes the zither case and appears in front of us. The man gives a polite bow and looks over at Victor.

??: Your judgment was correct, and everything seems to be going smoothly.

Victor looks back at him unmoved, as though he is scrutinizing, looking for some kind of confirmation.

Victor: I’d like to know the reason for the Time Observer stepping in and lending a hand.

??: This is our job.

The man called the Time Observer smiles and shrugs his shoulders. Then, he turns his gaze to me and bows.

??: Hello, my name is Zero. I’m a Time Observer. Welcome to the Space-Time Bureau.

He says it naturally, as though this is simply an everyday, general preamble, but my brain becomes cluttered and chaotic by the sheer volume of information.

Suddenly, my fingertips are pinched, and I look up at Victor. He takes a step forward as though nothing has happened and stands before me.

Victor: I don’t recall the Time Observers having such a job.

Zero: You should know that all the tasks that keep the world moving along its trajectory in an unaltered orbit; belong to the category of our work. The collapse of the BS Building will affect the course of history, so we must make adjustments.

....affect the course of history? What does that mean?

I crane my head in confusion and find that Victor’s Adam’s apple bobs silently.

Zero: Those who alter history and disrupt the order of time and space ought to be trapped in the space-time rift and reincarnate indefinitely.

Zero: You’ve borne a price you shouldn’t have had to pay. Even if it’s a coincidence, it also indicates that we have not found the wrong person....

Victor: [cuts Zero off] We can discuss this issue later.

I gaze at the tightly pursed corners of his lips, and the uneasiness and powerlessness in my heart intensify all the more.

Every word of this Zero means something. The only thing I can be sure of is that Victor is dealing with something even more severe than the complications under my cognition.

But he never told me.

I subconsciously tighten my grip on his hand, wanting him to know that I really want to share some of his burdens on his behalf.

After a long time, Victor speaks lightly.

Victor: What are the conditions for returning to Loveland City?

Zero: The wear and tear of time are irreversible, and this is a price everyone who alters the rule has to pay. If you stay at the Space-Time Bureau, there is still a possibility of restoration. Once you leave this place, the black vortex will come out again....

Victor: I must leave.

Victor interrupts him aloud. His voice, carrying within it a slightly commanding tone, is irrefutable, as though regardless of what happens, it’s incapable of wavering him.

Zero contemplates for a moment and releases a heavy sigh.

In the next second, a shimmering beam of light falls on the pocket watch on Victor’s chest.

The flecks of lights from the stars fall vaguely onto the dial as if to embed in the scale of time. With a subtle sound, the clock hands snap off a piece.

Zero: As long as you carry it, the black vortex won’t find you. Unless, of course, you’re using Evol.

Victor’s gaze lingers on the pocket watch for an instant. Then, he turns to me, a touch of tenderness flashing through his eyes.

Victor: [SOFT TO THE POINT YOU ALMOST CAN’T HEAR HIS VOICE] MC, wait for me. I need to have a word with him alone.

MC: But....

I look into his eyes, finding myself unable for a moment to find a reason to retort. Thereupon, I swallow my doubts and anxieties and nod gently.

Finishing the sentence, he lets go of my hand and disappears from my view with Zero.

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✧ [Narrator POV Begins] ✧

Zero looks at the man in front of him. He is not surprised in the least by the outcome of this conversation. After all, this is not the first time this “invitation” has resulted in failure.

Perhaps thinking of something, he suddenly wants to ramble a little more.

Zero: The backlash of time and space is beyond your imagination. Both to yourself and to the time you have left.

Zero: For us, death is not the end of life; oblivion is.

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[T/N]: Just to make it clear, Zero simply uses “遗忘 (yíwàng)” which translates to “become forgotten/ to forget/ oblivion”. It’s left ambiguous whether he means– Due to the endless years they spend at the Space-Time Bureau, people like them (i.e. the Time Observers) get forgotten by the world, or They’re the ones who forget their human emotions.

[T/N]: And we know from Victor’s S1 R&S “Fleeting” (narrated by Zero himself) – both cases are true. Zero has been forgotten by the “world” and he too forgot what human warmth was; until he met Victor again~ 🥺

[T/N]: And this “forgetfulness/oblivion” is a very important point to remember for the future~ :<

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As Zero speaks, he casts his gaze into the distance as though passing through the vast ocean of stars and looking into a more distant past.

Zero: The Space-Time Bureau will respect your decision, but there isn’t much time left for you to consider.

Victor doesn’t speak, but the corners of his lips purse a little tighter.

Zero: We will subsequently erase the memories of every participant and bystander in the collapse of the BS Building and restore everything to its original state.

Zero: As for her memory, it can be preserved.

Victor’s expression finally slackens a little, but he remains silent for ages before opening his mouth.

Victor: [voice literally shaking, barely audible] Erase her memory, too.

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I don’t know how long has passed, but Victor returns alone.

His silhouette melts into the stars falling from the dome as though he’s supposed to belong here in the first place.

A tide of unfamiliar emotions surges through the pit of my stomach as I trot up to him and give him a thorough look over carefully.

MC: Victor, are you truly all right?

Victor: Since when do I need to make the dummy worry about me?

MC: ....most of the time.

When the building collapsed, when you told me the Time Observers came to find you, when we came to the Space-Time Bureau.... and even right now.

Victor locks eyes with me; his gaze is softer than usual. He then curls his fingers and taps me on the forehead.

Victor: I know you have a lot of questions. So, just ask whatever you want to ask.

As I look at him fixedly, these words leave my mouth almost subconsciously.

MC: Apart from meeting the Time Observers, you’ve been here before, haven’t you?

He nods his head.

MC: Was it the time earlier when I constantly couldn’t get in touch with you?

I think about all those days when he disappeared without a word, and that night I went to his house, only to see him running back from somewhere.

Victor grunts softly in response, lowering his eyelashes.

I purse my lips, finally understanding the meaning behind the ambiguity of his words back then.

Victor: Any more questions?

MC: After the building collapsed, I saw both of us lying underneath the rubbles. Is it real?

I stare at him intently, my voice quivering faintly as I speak.

Victor: Yes, it’s just that it’s been overwritten forever.

MC: ....what does it mean?

Before the words are out of my mouth, a heavy and solemn bell rings out at the end of the long corridor as though urging something.

Victor: We should get going.

MC: ....w-wait! I still have questions. What is the price the Time Observer was saying? Does it have something to do with you?

MC: And the black vortex.... what should we do if it appears again?

I latch onto Victor’s arm, stubbornly finishing in one breath.

I suddenly have a strange sense of foreboding that if I don’t ask these questions now, I may never know the answers again.

Victor turns his head sideways. A little turbulence flashes through that pair of eyes looking into mine, but soon they return to normal.

He doesn’t say anything, only lifts his hand and combs my hair behind my ear, tenderly rubbing his finger pad against my auricle.

Victor: [I HONESTLY CAN’T HANDLE THIS TENDERNESS DRIPPING FROM HIS VOICE] I said save your hundred thousand questions, but are you really gonna ask hundred thousand questions?

The sound of gears turning can be heard little by little, and the splendor of gently swaying stars falls into Victor’s eyes, leaping to the corners of his lips and softening his profile.

Victor: A certain someone is always yelling at me to have more faith in her. Shouldn’t she have a little more confidence in me too?

Victor: Trust that I will stand in front of you from beginning to end, and that’s enough.

Victor: Even more so, for the sake of absolute “gain” – I’m willing to brave this risk.

His gaze is certain and profound, as though there’s nothing in the world that he can’t do.

Thinking about it carefully, he seems to be somewhat different from his usual self today.... he seems extraordinarily patient and particularly frank.

I always feel that there’s something strange somewhere.

Victor: What are you doing in a silly daze? Are you planning to stay here?

I raise my head, locking my eyes with his teasing gaze. My heart, which was hanging in mid-air, suddenly drops much lower. This man indeed is that Victor I know so well.

MC: Coming!!

I run forward several steps and take his hand in mine, clasping it tightly.

The lustrous white flights of steps stretch forward beneath our feet, casting a faint shadow on the rotating gears.

With reassurance and courage, I walk forward side by side with him.

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✧ [CH 26-4] ✧

There’s a flood of disorderly fragments in all directions, and it seems impossible to piece together the complete picture.

A space of nothingness in the frontier between heaven and earth, the mysterious and vast long corridor of time, the man playing the violin, the gigantic clock dial, and the light and shadow of the universe;

The collapsed BS Building, the rubbles blended with the reeking of blood, Victor covered all over in injuries holding out his hand towards me;

A myriad of complicated pictures congest my mind – genuine yet distant. Only Victor’s face is particularly clear.

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MC finds herself awake in her room, confused about how she got here and whether what she just saw was merely a dream.

A moment later, she finds herself unable to even recall the dream she just had. Aside from the emptiness in her heart, she can only feel that something has been erased, leaving nothing behind.

The last image in her mind is Victor’s face; in the BS conference room – ordering her to leave the organization.

She immediately tries to contact Victor but realizes it’s already been 3 days since the incident. Perplexed, she calls Anna for confirmation, who gets all panicky about not being able to reach her for so long and then informs her of the updates on the radiation and meteors.

Confused and unconcerned, MC returns to what she wanted to do right after waking up and immediately heads to LFG to “interrogate” Victor about why he chased her out of BS. :>

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When I knock on Victor’s office door, a momentary nervousness arises in me.

Should I get straight to the point and ask him for a reason, or should I pretend to be gentle and be tactful in a roundabout manner? Before I’m able to plan how to speak, Victor’s voice has already rung out.

Victor: I don’t suppose you have anything to report to me today.

Victor flips through the documents in his hand. He doesn’t raise his head and seems to be very busy.

His lighthearted tone of voice is just as usual, as though today is no different from any other day.

He simply tosses me a glance. Then, he continues to lower his head and deal with the papers.

Pretending to be calm, I sit down on the sofa and wait patiently, furtively observing his movements out the corner of my eyes.

A few minutes later, Victor finally closes the pile of documents. His gaze lands on me, and he raises the tip of his brow.

Victor: Should I thank you for coming over to inspect my work?

MC: Since CEO Victor is busy, I have to wait quietly for my turn to speak, of course.

MC: After all, I’m indeed not here to talk about work-related matters. I want to ask for your guidance on some personal problems.

Victor: Is that so? You’ve come to ask for guidance with that look of “sending punitive forces against the criminal” on your face?

I’m rendered speechless. Thus, I walk straight to his desk and slow down my tone of voice.

MC: I just can’t understand why you asked me to leave BS.

Victor gazes at me for a while, and a fleeting emotion flashes through his eyes that I’m unable to see through.

Victor: Your reflex arc is really too long.

Victor: At the very least, I thought you would’ve come to find me then and there.

MC: [confused] What?

Victor: I waited for three days. I was even being skeptical about whether my decision coincidentally really just happened to go along in the same flow and satisfy a certain someone’s cherished desire.

I freeze. Victor’s words make me realize once again that the period from after the BS conference to today is a complete blank for me.

His fingertips gently tap the table twice, pulling my train of thoughts back. Perplexed, I blink.

MC: You may not believe me, but I actually have no idea what has happened in these past few days.

MC: I thought I was trying to find you. But it was already three days later when I came back to my senses, and I don’t even know how I got home....

Victor: In that case, we’ll talk about it later when you remember.

He seems to believe my outrageous-sounding words and naturally turns the conversation back on track.

Victor: Didn’t you want to know my reason?

Victor: Because sooner or later, I will leave BS too. Therefore, your departure is only a matter of time.

MC: Then why can’t you just wait until that day and let me leave together with you?

I didn’t expect this to be Victor’s reason. So I subconsciously throw him a counter-question. His expression freezes slightly.

Victor: Because there is one thing that you need to do right now.

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Then, he gives MC a whole lot of crappy reasons about why he made her leave BS: The extremists won’t sit still, it will require more resources to keep them at bay. If MC leaves BS passively, she will still have the opportunity to re-enter; as expected not telling her that he wants to brave the dangers alone.

MC doesn’t buy his crap.

However, trusting Victor under ANY circumstances is MC’s motto. So, ultimately she trusts his crappy reasons regardless. (´д`)_/¯

But MC’s other motto is “not leave Victor alone for even a second” – so that brings us to this:

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MC: If that’s the case, you absolutely could’ve told me in advance.

Victor: When a certain someone stutters recording a voice message, I don’t think you would’ve had a realistic enough reaction on the spot.

I pout, then clench my fist with “great ambition and lofty aspiration”.

MC: Anyway, to be in BOSS’s good graces, I’m willing to obey any arrangements.

Just as expected, Victor doesn’t pay attention to me. Rather, he draws out a copy from the pile of documents on his desk and hands it over.

Victor: Before that, let’s talk about another matter first.

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The file Victor gives MC is a project called “Redevelopment of Loveland City,” – issued by the City Hall.

MC inwardly suspects if this is another scheme like the Charity Football Match (in CH 18).

Reading MC’s mind, Victor confirms this project is indeed issued by the City Hall, and then we are met with this sight:

While Leto is giving a beautiful speech in the video, MC has a panic attack upon seeing this guy for the first time in the new world.

Concerned, Victor asks MC if she’s okay. Regaining her senses, MC tells him about her concerns that this is likely an attempt to create conflicts among the influential parties in society.

But what hits her home is LFG’s participation in the project, and then she realizes Victor was “testing her judgment” LOL. And we see his smile for the first time since the whole drama; knowing again how well this girl understands him god I still wanna smack you so bad skdvkskd

Victor informs that LFG has taken up the reconstruction of a mountain resort, MC is responsible for the media coverage of the entire process.

What gives MC the shock is, the landowner is the director of the Fulcrum Charity Foundation, with whom Victor plans to meet in 3 days.

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✧ [CH 26-5] ✧

3 DAYS LATER: MC goes to the location. The resort is right over a cliff; and the entire surrounding gives the place a much more solemn vibe.

Aside from the owner of the resort being a suspicious man; another thing that concerns MC is that this place was one of the most casualty-prone locations during the city-wide Game of Hunters.

There’re many rumors of this place having “ghostly shadows” and is also known as “The Haunted Mansion”.

Victor’s car arrives at the same time. Goldman greets MC very warmly and offers to help her with her camera, which takes her by surprise given their bitter patch~ :>

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Goldman, who treated me with indifference before, is now suddenly being especially friendly. It makes me feel somewhat awkward. Having no better option, I send Victor a look asking for help.

Strangely enough, he doesn’t say anything and naturally walks up to my side.

Victor: The director of the Fulcrum Foundation has said he is unwell and won’t be coming.

MC: Eh?

Goldman: That Mr. Du is so insincere. We were almost at the entrance when he told CEO Victor that he wasn’t coming.

I can’t help but frown at Goldman’s words. Looking up at this towering, massive, gloomy mountain resort, I stand on my tiptoes and lean closer to Victor’s ear.

MC: Victor, this foundation was already suspicious, and now the Director changed his mind at the last moment.... could it be a scam?

Victor: This possibility can’t be ruled out.

MC: Then we.... how about we don’t go in today?

Victor doesn’t say anything, seemingly pondering over something. Then, he turns his head to look at Goldman.

Victor: Goldman, what do you think?

Goldman: Umm.... if you must ask me, won’t it be a waste of time coming to the site and not conducting a survey?

I detect a more complex emotion imperceptibly coming over Victor’s gaze.

Victor: In that case, let’s go inside.

Why do both Victor and Goldman seem a bit strange today?

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The sight inside the resort sends a chill down MC’s spine. The musty indoor, dead leaves, shattered glasses, bloodstains here and there – everything speaks of the brutality this once elegant place has witnessed~ :<

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Suddenly, a gust of breeze courses through the main hall, giving me a jolt. I hurriedly catch up with Victor and tug at the hem of his coat, clinging tightly to his back.

Victor: ....why are you sticking close to me like this?

MC: Victor, haven’t you heard that there are many terrible rumors here?

Victor: I told you to prepare in advance for the task, not to go read the weird city gossip.

MC: I didn’t do it on purpose....!

MC: Since you wanted to conduct an on-site inspection, I did a thorough investigation to get the complete picture for a more comprehensive understanding.

Victor: Talking about a bunch of major principles, when on the contrary.... you’re flailing your hands.

MC: Confucius said, “Learning the major principles and implementing them on the spot are two quite different things.”

Victor: When did Confucius say that?

MC: That.... you will have to ask Confucius.

Victor looks askance at me, speechless. But he still slows down his footsteps in tandem.

The closed iron doors isolate the light from outside. In the shadow of the staircase, a black shadow is eyeing us quietly.

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[Trivia]: Confucius is a great Chinese thinker and philosopher; his teachings are considered influential in many parts of the world till this day. However, that quote MC says is not something Confucius said, it’s something Victor once told her~ 🤲🥺

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✧ [CH 26-7] ✧

In the dimly lit hall, Victor takes MC for half a round. Then, he asks Goldman to draw out some important documents on the resort.

MC notes: In a very OOC manner, Goldman seems very clumsy.

MC finds that Victor is keenly observing Goldman’s movements, as though he’s detected something wrong too.

After much hassle Goldman finds the documents, and we’re met with this scene that gives MC a fright too LOL:

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Goldman: C-CEO Victor, I’m really sorry. I.... I’m probably still recovering from my cold. I’m a bit dizzy.

Victor’s face is terribly heavy as he flips through the documents in his hands, his entire being exuding an immense sense of oppression.

Victor: I have no time to wait for you. If you can’t even do the most basic things, leave now.

Goldman lowers his head with a flustered expression, not trying to defend himself.

Shrinking my neck, I can’t help thinking of that unsmiling, solemn and decisive Victor I knew at the very beginning.

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[T/N]: Yes, MC is referring to her first encounter with Victor in S1~ 🤣

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Goldman quickly recovers his blistering pace and finds the main power source. Fortunately, part of the electric circuit is still in good condition, and the lights flicker a few times before coming on faintly.

Victor turns his head to glance back at me, and I hurriedly let go of my hand, carefully patting the wrinkles of his coat for him.

I tactfully fish out the tripod out of my camera bag and start to adjust the angle of the shot.

MC: [trying to restore his mood] Before the construction team moves in, I can take a few sets of blank shots in advance. We’ll be fine continuing the usual activities.

As I explain, I fix a GoPro on my chest, intending to capture some footage of the “CEO of LFG’s Field Investigation” and run back to Victor.

MC: [trying to lighten his mood 2.0] Is CEO Victor going to start the inspection from upstairs?

Victor gives a faint “hmm” and heads for the stairs.

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MC follows behind Victor to the second floor and enters a room that looks like a living room.

With two mutilated wooden rocking horses at the entrance and blood patches everywhere inside, accompanied by the increasingly gloomy weather – the environment is far more eerie than the hallway.

However, MC is still somewhat wary of the Victor from earlier LOL:

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Putting on a bold face, I stand at some distance from Victor, clasping my palms together.

Victor: You’re standing so far away, not afraid anymore?

MC: ....if we’re too close, this camera won’t be able to focus....

MC: [finally settling down LOL] Besides, you are here. What have I to be afraid of?

Winding around the blood-soaked sofa, shards of mirrors on the floor reflect our silhouettes, reminiscent of a bizarre kaleidoscope.

I shudder, forcing myself to look away from the brutality. But the more one is afraid of something, the more one can’t help being darn inquisitive.

As I happen to squint my eyes, I notice a child’s wooden rocking horse swaying up and down behind me in the mirror, producing a creaking noise.

It’s like…. someone is sitting on it.

A fine, cold sweat instantly crawls up to my back. Trembling, I draw half a step back and suddenly step on a lump of something soft and sticky beneath my foot.

Before I can manage to react, that lump I’m unable to see clearly leaps over my foot with a sharp neigh, at a galloping speed.

MC: AHH——!!

I leap violently on top of Victor.

Victor: ....

Victor: What are you doing?

His Adam’s apple quivers slightly, and he looks at me inconceivably.

MC: I-I’m not.... I think something just crawled over my foot....!

Victor: You’re all grown-up. Have you never seen a mouse?

MC: ACK.... JUST A MOUSE.... A MOUSE?!

Victor: This place has been deserted for so long. It’s normal to have mice.

Victor: It’s not like....

MC: Stop talking!!

I hastily raise my hand to cover his mouth.

Victor is clearly stunned by my action. His eyes widen slightly, my entire figure reflecting within his pitch-black pupils.

The proximity of his breath so close at hand makes my heart pound out of control, and my mind goes blank subconsciously.

Until, a numbing tingle comes from underneath my palm, and his muffled voice rings out clearly.

Victor: [SEXY WHISPERING ft. MY MIND GOES BLANK TOO] How come you don’t feel the distance is too close this time?

Realizing the teasing in his words, I withdraw my hand in embarrassment and jump off him.

After drawing a deep breath, I pretend as though nothing has happened and help him straighten out his clothes.

MC: It was a special case just now. Let’s not haggle over this matter.

Victor gives me a look that enunciates, “What was that again,” raising an eyebrow.

Victor: [MORE SEXY WHISPERING ft. MY MIND GOES BLANK 2.0] Mm. After all, ordinary people don’t suddenly jump on top of others.

After that, he turns around and walks towards the doorway. I wave my fist at his back and scan the surrounding out of the corner of my eye as I catch up to him with indisputably quick steps.

Just as we reach the door, there is a sudden blaring cracking noise at the end of the corridor.

Victor speedily shields me behind him, staring coldly into the pitch-black depths. Immediately afterward, the sound of rustling footsteps comes forth.

My heart pounds in my chest. Victor squeezes my palm as though to appease me. Then, he strides forward.

—

As they enter the room at the end of the hallway, the door closes. Instantaneously, a violent wind breezes through the room.

Goldman informs that he’s trying to find a way to break the door. However, Victor seems to focus on something else:

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Victor: It seems that someone is not welcoming us.

MC: You mean.... someone is pretending to do these supernatural acts? You.... how can you tell?

Victor: With eyes.

Victor: Put away that jumbled mess in your head. You will be able to see it too.

MC: ....

Victor: There are no ghosts in this world. It’s only the humans who have ghosts in their hearts.

Although his voice is a little hoarse, it’s very sure.

I lower my gaze in thoughts. If these evil phenomena are man-made, could it be that all the rumors about this place are also a trick played by someone?

But the purpose of the perpetrator doesn’t seem to be just playing a pure prank.

I’m unable to figure it out for a while. Inadvertently, I catch a glimpse of a dark shadow emerging from the corner of the walls, twisting and grimacing, sometimes reminiscent of a ghostly figure from a nightmare, sometimes reminiscent of the claws of a giant beast.

MC: ....V-V-Victor!

I pat Victor, my fingers shivering as I point in the direction of the wall, and lower my voice to speak.

MC: Can pretending to be in touch with supernatural beings go this far? Wouldn’t it be a little beyond common sense?

Victor looks in the direction I’m pointing. At the same time, all the lights in the room go out with a “pop.”

Beneath the dim light, countless shadows streak across the room, swaying and howling everywhere in succession.

Suddenly, a faint creaking sound rings out behind us, and the door opens slowly.

The corridor outside the room is extremely quiet. I make up my mind, thinking it will be the best idea to get out of here first, no matter what.

I give Victor a tug. But he stands rooted to the spot, not moving in the slightest amount or degree, staring quietly at those restless black shadows.

Victor: Evolver?

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✧ [CH 26-8] ✧

Long story short, MC notes: At the sound of Victor’s word, the ghostly shadow tries to appear more fierce. But as expected, it only amuses him more, as though he is watching a “clown show.” me to PG oeweofhdg. After a while, the shadow goes away LOL.

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MC: Victor, are you too fierce that you even scared away all the “ghosts”?

Victor: I think it was your foolishness that ran away.

Victor: Now that you’re clear-headed, let’s hear your analysis.

—

MC and Victor both share their analysis:

MC tells him that she was thinking along the line he mentioned earlier about this being a trick and realized the person’s motive is to “scare people and drive them away from entering the resort.” Because people get scared and panicked when they are faced with the unknown and will choose to run away. MC also realizes this is how ordinary people feel about Evolvers as well~ :<

Victor says that the person who first claimed the existence of supernatural phenomena in this place – posted the news on all platforms simultaneously. They wanted to create a certain range of panic, but the true purpose was to attract the attention of the expedition community.

MC adds that this will gradually confirm the validity of the rumors and drive more people away.

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MC: This strange possessiveness is similar to the pattern of some horror movies. Taking a different approach but achieving equally satisfactory outcomes.

Victor: Let’s hear it.

I blink, not expecting Victor to not only not complain, but to be actually curious.

MC: For example, the former owner of the house turns into a ghost after his demise and won’t allow anyone to set a foot inside.

MC: Therefore, he creates terrible phenomena at night to scare away the people living there. This is an ordinary and sorrowful horror story.

MC: But if he establishes a relationship with the new owner and is redeemed, it makes for a loving and touching horror story.

Victor: I think I have some idea about what a certain someone does when she doesn’t have anything to do.

MC: ....obviously you’re the one who’s curious.

Victor: But like you said, perhaps the problem lies in the mountain resort itself. Maybe there’s something in this place that someone doesn’t want to be discovered.

As he finishes speaking and takes a stride on the way out with his long leg, I think of something in hindsight.

MC: Victor, so you knew before we came here that someone was pretending to be a ghost to scare people in the mountain resort?

Victor raises his eyes slightly, not denying it.

MC: No wonder you’re not afraid. So you’ve already done your homework….

Victor: What are you muttering about?

MC: I was saying I still have a lot to learn from you!

—

Victor and MC find all the rooms on the second floor carrying the same brutality from earlier, along with traces of the aerosols used in the Game of Hunters.

Until, they tacitly look towards a door that seems to have been cleaned up purposefully.

Just as they’re about to enter, Goldman appears with a crowbar in his hand:

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Goldman: Finally, I found you guys. I’ve searched high and low of this entire resort to find this crowbar….

Goldman: This place is really scary. I just heard some strange noises on that end. CEO Victor, do you want to go and have a look?

Victor’s brows wrinkle together in a frown, his eyes carrying within them a hint of deeper meaning as he looks at Goldman.

Victor: I don’t think this is something that’d require you so long.

Victor: If you have a misperception regarding your abilities, I can reconsider your job category.

I’m shocked. This seems to be the first time I’ve ever seen Victor get angry at Goldman.

But today’s Goldman is indeed a little strange, it’s so unsettling that it seems like he’s practically a different person.

Victor: Goldman, I’ll only give you two minutes to think it over and give me your answer.

With that said, he turns to look at me, his gaze stirring slightly. Then, he fishes out his phone and pulls out the floor plan of the mountain resort. As he holds it up in front of me, his index finger inadvertently slides to the right.

MC: ….??

Victor: What Goldman said, it should be this place. See clearly.

Victor: You go ahead and shoot. We’ll be right over.

I look at the screen of his phone – I’m standing in front of the mirror shard, squinting my eyes and shrinking my neck. Dumbfounded, I widen my eyes.

MC: ….

This man is simply….!

I very quickly realize that he seems to be pretending to get me to shoot, but I give him a hard glare regardless.

He looks a little flabbergasted when he receives my look. But after glancing at the screen out of the corner of his eyes, he retracts the phone naturally. His Adam’s apple, however, moves down unnaturally.

MC: Alright, CEO Victor. I’ve seen it clearly. I will definitely make sure to complete your task conscientiously.

I pop these words out the gap between my teeth. To my surprise, Victor curls the corners of his lips upward in a good mood.

He leans down and lifts his hand to help me arrange the GoPro on my chest. He then leans into my ear nonchalantly, lowering his voice.

Victor: [MORE SEXY WHISPERING] Go ahead. Come back when we have left, and enter the room in front of us.

I nod and wink at him. He pats me on the shoulder, and then turns back to Goldman and speaks.

Victor: Goldman, have you thought about it?

—

MC hurriedly walks out of the place as Victor told her to. Then, as Victor and Goldman leaves the place, MC returns and opens that unusually clean door.

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✧ [CH 26-10] ✧

MC finds the room surprisingly clean and special. Although slightly dusty, everywhere it carries the traces of someone living here.

Suddenly, a loud bang sounds, capturing MC’s attention.

—

I shudder subconsciously, and cautiously poke my head out.

The loud sound…. seems to have come from the direction where Victor and Goldman have left.

MC: Something wrong couldn’t have happened….

My heart beats at the lightning speed incessantly. I hurriedly run towards that room from before. When I push the door open, the scene before my eyes leaves me frozen to the spot straight away——

A syringe falls to the ground, and Goldman actually has Victor firmly pinned against the railing by the balcony?

MC: ….GOLDMAN WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!

Despite my response timing being slightly overwhelmed, I’ve already rushed forward instinctively.

Goldman: Wu Hang! What are you still hesitating for! Don’t you want her back!

The instant I run forward, a dark shadow suddenly flashes before my eyes.

In the moment of my dumbfounded silence, something applies a violent pressure on my back, knocking me to the ground instantaneously.

Victor: MC!

Beneath him is a bottomless overhanging cliff, his collar is tightly clutched by Goldman, and half of his body is suspending in the air.

I don’t dare to move in the slightest for fear of provoking Goldman, staring dead at their stalemate.

The wind that suddenly sweeps down the cliff violently blows Victor’s white scarf away, the hem of his coat rattling fiercely as though he’s the one who’s going to fall in the next moment.

Time seems to slow to a crawl, and I see Victor’s face condense, as though he can still calmly analyze the pros and cons even in such a dangerous situation.

Victor: [his voice quivers like—— and utters every word through his teeth] Where is Goldman?

Goldman: Mr. CEO, aren’t I right in front of you?

“Goldman” reveals a sorrowful smile, his eyes full of madness.

Goldman: If CEO Victor doesn’t understand these words, I’ll make it a bit clearer for you.

He grabs Victor tightly by the lapel, lowering his voice.

Goldman: If anything happens to this body, it will be Mr. Goldman who will be in trouble.

While he speaks, he hovers his other hand in front of Victor’s heart, curling his five fingers slightly, as though he’s wondering what he wants to do.

But Victor clearly doesn’t intend to do as he wishes.

He seems to have had all his strength drained away by something. His arms have been trembling from the beginning, but he still firmly grips “Goldman’s” wrist, his arm sheltering his chest.

Goldman: If you don’t wish to die, get your hand off me!

Victor: [utters every word through his teeth, clearly in pain, but it sounds weirdly sexy HELP] If you really wanted me dead, you wouldn’t have waited so long.

Victor: [utters every word through his teeth, clearly in pain, but it sounds weirdly sexy 2.0 HELP!!] Do you really think you’re going to win?

Amid the rupture, the chain of the pocket watch on Victor’s chest is abruptly snapped off, and a flash of tension steaks across his eyes the instant it drops.

The delicate golden chain snaps suddenly, gilding the bursting water droplets with a golden edge. In a trance, it seems as though some tense line has also snapped open along with it.

??: As long as…. carry…. black…. vortex won’t…. you.

Who’s speaking?

My temples are pounding, and I always keep feeling as though I’ve forgotten something important.

Time seems to be elongated. The entire world turns into a slow-motion play as the falling pocket watch arcs through the air.

Must not.

That pocket watch is very important.

The pocket watch must not be broken.

My body acts one step ahead of my brain.

I don’t know where I get the strength from, but I turn my body and swing my GoPro in the direction of the dark shadow.

Although it is a hopeless test, it seems to have really hit something.

With a moments respite granted, I immediately spring over the railing and reach out to grab that pocket watch that has almost fallen off the overhanging cliff.

Victor: Don’t look up!

His voice abruptly sounds above my head, and I instantly lower my head obediently. With a muffled sound, I see Goldman falling to the side out of the corner of my eye.

Victor looks like he’s having some difficulty in standing up. I help him to prop himself up, letting him rest on my shoulder.

He seems to be trying hard to control his breathing. After taking the pocket watch I hand him, he allows himself to stand on the ground with most of his strength.

MC: Don’t mention it. I can hold you up.

Victor: [laughs extreeeeeemely softly] Then keep holding me tight.

A low chuckle lands in my ears, making this moment seem not so panic-inducing.

At this moment, Goldman slumps down on the ground in a daze. There’s an expression of incredulity on his face, his entire body giving off the impression as though it’s completely empty.

“Goldman”: ….why did this happen?

Suddenly, he springs up to his feet, spreading his both arms towards Victor at a galloping speed. I hurriedly stand shield in front of him.

MC: Don’t you come any closer!

He simply doesn’t do anything more.

“Goldman” looks blankly at his empty palms, tears gushing out of his eyes, despondent.

“Goldman”: How could it fail? I clearly…. clearly succeeded. Why there’s no body swap….

The dark shadow that has just hidden in the corner slowly coats the surrounding, enveloping the utterly defeated “Goldman,” as though comforting him.

MC: ….what on earth is going on.

Victor also frowns just like me. He simply looks closely at the weeping “Goldman” in front of him in silence, strange and cold.

At this moment, “Goldman” suddenly seems to think of something. He climbs forward and tugs on Victor’s pant leg——

“Goldman”: Please, please, rescue her!

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[PART 2]: Here!

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[Personal Ramblings – feel free to ignore~] :

I really just want to take a moment to admire MC!!! And I want to illustrate it with a tiny instance:

At the Space-Time Bureau, when she asks Victor these two questions–> Does the price has something to do with you?

> What should “we” do if the black vortex appears again?

In the first scenario; she knows she doesn’t belong in this equation. And even if she wants, there’s nothing she can do about it either.

In the second scenario; she knows she doesn’t belong in this equation as well. But, there could be some space for her if she tries hard to squeeze herself in, and that’s exactly what she does! 🥺

It NEVER fails to surprise me how she embraces everything of his as her own. When she followed Victor, she didn’t know where it’d lead them. For all she knew, she could be devoured into the vortex or be trapped in the rift for eternity with him. And as Zero says, that’s exactly what’d happen if he didn’t step in to help them out.

Even if we only take S2 under consideration, starting from being in the assassination radar (CH 7, CH 23), to taking the blow for LFG (CH 10-17), to being a NW hostage (CH 17-18), to literally signing up for “the oblivion” with him – as much as I can understand Victor wanting to lessen some of MC’s burdens and not letting her guilt trip herself for this situation and for everything that might happen afterwards (you’ll understand more in the next part) –

VICTOR YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE DONE THAT!!!! 😭😭

You wanna talk when she remembers?? You dummy be ready for the smacks you’re gonna get 😭

Girl really did keep her words——

VICTOR YOU BIGGEST DUMMY EVER!! THE EMOTIONAL RANGE OF THIS CHAPTER WOULD BE SO DIFFERENT IF ONLY HE HADN’T.... I JUST KNOW HIS NEXT CHAPTER R&S IS GONNA BE THE END OF ME 😭🤲😭

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#MY HEART HAS RIPPED TO SHREDS IN THE FIRST TWO SECTIONS. LITERALLY.#I thought I had recovered but typing out the whole thing made me realize – VICTOR I STILL WANNA SMACK YOU SO BAD. WHY ARE YOU SUCH A DUMMY #If you read CH 25 right before this (reading CH 25 is a must) – it’s almost impossible to get through this chapter without yelling——#“PG WHY ARE YOU SUCH A CLOWN!?!?!?” ( ≧Д≦)(ᗒᗩᗕ).·´¯`(>▂<)´¯`·.#mlqc victor #mlqc li zeyan #mlqc cn #mlqc spoilers #mlqc #mr love victor #mr love queen's choice #mldd victor #love and producer #恋与制作人 #李泽言 #mlqc translation

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slasherhaven · 4 years ago

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First question why are you so awesome? Xo second I know you wrote a request similar post with the slashers encountering people who ask " are you going to hurt me " but what about the slashers s/o who ask them are you going to hit/ stab me?

The Slashers reacting to their S/O asking “Are you going to hit me?”:

Thomas Hewitt

Arguments with Thomas are rare and he hates the thought of ever scaring you. However, now that he just needed you to leave the basement, he was starting to get a little intimidating.

He was standing in front of you, glaring down at you. Like he was trying to threaten you.

“What are you going to do, Tommy? Stab me?” It just slipped out, whether you actually felt threatened by him or if you were just being sarcastic.

It was only then that he even realised he was holding a butcher knife in his hand. He certainly hadn’t meant to threaten you like that!

His gaze drops to the blade before looking at you again, his gaze softening instantly.

No...no, of course he wasn’t going to do that. Did you really think that was something he could ever do to you?

He still makes you leave the basement and he starts to avoid you. Had he scared you? Did you really think he could hurt you? Did you think that he would hurt you? That’s exactly what he never wants you to think of him. All the more proof that he doesn’t deserve you, that he is a monster.

Even though he is avoiding you, he wants to make it up to you. He wants to apologise, even if you don’t want anything to do with him anymore.

But of course that’s not the case. You didn’t really think he was going to hurt you, you just wanted to point out how stupid he was being for attempting to intimidate you into leaving in the first place. You hadn’t meant to upset him but you knew exactly what he was thinking about himself now.

Neither of you were even remotely angry anymore, so when he attempts to apologise for the argument and for ever scaring you, you instantly accept the apology and forgive him. Promising him that you know that he’d never hurt you and that you’re sorry for even suggesting it.

He instantly accepts it when you embrace him, giving him a kiss. He loves you and you’ve assured him that you love him, that you’re not afraid of him.

He’s just going to feel bad about it for a while. With enough love and reassurance, he’ll be back to his usual self in no time.

Michael Myers

When Michael was in a bad mood, you knew it was best to leave him be but you didn’t, which is how you ended up where you were now. Having been back up into a corner with your murderous boyfriend standing inches away from you, glaring down at you with his knife in his hand.

“What are you going to do? Kill me? You’ve always wanted too, right?” you were trying to talk back to him, trying to act unfazed, but you were afraid. He could hear it in your voice, and see it in your eyes.

Your question catches him off guard, brings him crashing right back down to reality.

He was scaring you. You thought that he wanted to kill you, that he was going to kill you.

Now he’s furious again but for a whole new reason. He shoots you another glare, how dare you make him feel this way, before storming out of the house.

Whether he’s going to kill someone to release some rage, or just go somewhere to cool off, you’re not sure. But you take the time to collect yourself and calm yourself down.

Michael is away for a while, you might even be able to get in a good amount of sleep before he returns.

And when he does return, he’s even scarier than when he was mad. Because now he is deadly calm.

You watch him carefully. Was this really the time he was going to kill you?

He takes off his mask, making your eyes widen even more. It wasn’t the first time, far from it, but considering the circumstances you thought he would stubbornly keep it on.

The truth is that, yes Michael has likely had the urge to kill you before but only because it’s all he knows. When he feels a strong emotion, it’s usually related to killing, but you elicit a strong emotion without that. So he linked the two from time to time, not recently though. Now the thought of killing you leaves a very bad taste in his mouth.

He doesn’t want to kill you, he doesn’t want to hurt you, but he’s aware of who he is. So are you, and that’s why you had asked him the question in the first place.

You’re in for a real shock because, just for a short amount of time, your usually stoic Michael is about to become soft. Seeking forgiveness without having to apologise, trying to show you as casually as he can that he does care for you, that he will be the one to keep you safe, not the one to harm you.

Jason Voorhees

It was a joke. You had only meant it as a joke because you knew that Jason would never, ever, hurt you.

He had been out dealing with trespassers, and you had been out in the woods. He heard movement and thought it was a trespasser, but obviously it was just you. He hadn’t even come close to hurting you, he had only raised his machete, and you had laughed about being able to surprise him.

“Hey Jason. Are you going to kill me?” it was a joke! You were just playing around!

But Jason took it a little more seriously. It’s not that he can’t take a joke, it’s just that this plays on an insecurity of his.

He’s terrified about the possibility of you being afraid of him or thinking that he might hurt you.

You instantly see that it had upset him in someway, so you’re quick to assure him that you were only joking, that you know he would never hurt you and you aren’t worried that he would. Telling him that you love him and asking him if he’s finishes with the trespassers.

He hasn’t. So he sends you back to the cabin, where it is safe, and finishes up.

And when he returns home, you make sure to shower him with love and affection, making sure to prove that you never thought he would ever hurt you.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms was having one of his tantrums and he wasn’t himself when he was like this. He would shout mostly, kicking off like a child not getting his way. At most, he’d accidently break something.

But this time he was being a little more aggressive. His hands flailing around before approaching you, making you instinctively step back until he had you pinned against the way. Now he was quiet, breathing heavily, eyes angry.

“What are you doing, Brahms?” you asked but he didn’t answer. “Are you going to hit me?” while he had never done so before, it definitely felt like that was what this was leading up too.

He’d be offended by the question. Of course he wasn’t going to hit you! So he’d just storm off.

Once he calmed down, your question would ring through his mind again. You had asked if he was going to hit you...you thought that he was going to hurt you...

Now he feels awful, he has scared you and you thought that he would hurt you when he got mad. He would never let himself do that.

He’s also very worried that you’ll be mad at him.

At the point, it was late, and you had gone to bed.

So, he’d creep in, scared of getting scolded by you. Cautiously climbing on to the bed and laying with you.

When he realises that you’re still awake, he’ll apologise and try to cuddle with you. When you wrap your arms around him, accepting the cuddle, he relaxes a little, holding you close as he mumbles apologies, promising that he would never hurt you, even when he’s really mad.

He relaxes even more when you press a kiss to his head, telling him that you already know that and that it’s alright.

Bo Sinclair

Bo has a bad temper. His brothers know that, you know that, and he knows that.

When he’s mad, he can be a little scary, but he’s never hurt you before and you never really feared that he would.

He was shouting, you had just so happened to be the first person he encountered while being in this mood. He had started walking towards you and you flinched. You didn’t like that you did, but you did...and he noticed.

He snapped at you, questioning why you were flinching.

You didn’t tell him but that only made him angrier, so you eventually asked. “Are you going to hit me?”

The question made him freeze. He was just standing there, staring at you.

He had never said never said anything and he will never confess this, but sometimes he did worry about hurting you. He has a bad temper, he knows that, and there has been times that he’s broken something or hurt someone. He doesn’t want to take that out on you.

He actually worries about accidently hurting you or scaring you, so your question bothered him more than he might let on.

However, this man can not apologise to save his life.

Instead, he’s going to storm off, giving himself a chance to cool off.

When he returns, he has calmed down and he’s pretty much acting like nothing happened.

But he’s being oddly...nice, for Bo.

It’s later when he brings it up again, he’s holding you, whether you’re in bed or sitting on the couch, and he decides that he should say something.

“You know I’d never hurt you, right?” it sounds oddly vulnerable coming from Bo. But you look up at him and nod, giving him a small kiss, letting him relax a little. He really does hope that you mean it.

Vincent Sinclair

It was a stupid argument. He had already been in a bad mood because of an argument with Bo. He hadn’t meant to take it out on you, of course he hadn’t, but he did. He’s already apologetic for that but your question made him even more apologetic for even more reasons.

“Were you going to hit me?” you asked and Vincent froze.

Any anger Vincent felt instantly disappeared. Oh God, he was so sorry.

He hadn’t meant to scare you, definitely never meant to make you think that he would ever lay a hand on you.

He’ll take a step back, giving you some space to prove that he never intended on hurting you.

It’s silent for a moment. Vincent not sure how to respond and you instantly regretting what you said. You already knew that he wouldn’t ever hurt you, you hadn’t even meant to say it.

It’s Vincent, of course he wouldn’t hurt you.

You’ll have to reach out to him first, he just doesn’t want to scare you.

You take his hand in yours, but before you can even finish apologising, he has interrupted you and started apologising instead.

You don’t have to apologise for asking that question, he should apologise for giving you a reason to ask it.

You’re instantly pulling each other into a hug. Vincent apologising and you telling him that you know that he would never hurt you and that you love him.

An argument has never ended and been forgotten so fast.

Lester Sinclair

Lester had been in town and had an argument with Bo, so when he came back he was already in a bad mood. He has taken it out on you and that had resulted in an argument with each other.

He had told you to get out of the way but you wanted to resolve this, so he raised his voice some more to get you to move.

“What are you going to do, Lester? Hit me?” you scoffed at him. Of course he wouldn’t, you knew that, but if he was trying to be threatening it wouldn’t work because you new he would never hurt you.

Lester didn’t interpret the question that way.

“No...no, of course I’m not going to hit you” it’s like you could see Lester’s anger just disappear.

Now he looked apologetic, hurt by the question. As if you could actually believe he would ever hurt you.

“Hey...I know. I know that” you assured him.

Just like that, everything was forgiven and forgotten. It wasn’t important anyway.

Lester just pulled you into a hug, sighing and apologising for starting such a stupid argument anyway. You assure him that it’s alright, hugging him right back, and apologising as well.

Both of you hated when you argued and he was going to make sure to make it up to you.

Bubba Sawyer

This man couldn’t do anything to make his s/o think he was going to hurt them. But since we’re here...

Bubba was having a bad day but he never ever meant to even remotely take that out on you. You had approached him from behind and tapped him on the shoulder.

He had assumed that you were one of his brothers so he turned around with a huff, giving you a sour look.

“You alright, Bubba? Look like you want to hit me or something” you chuckled but were actually worried about him.

It was obvious to you that you were only joking but it was less obvious to Bubba.

As soon as you even suggest that he could hurt you, Bubba’s mood changes.

Normally all it takes to cheer him up is seeing you and his mood had lightened when he saw you, but quickly dimmed at your joke.

He just doesn’t want you to consider that for even a second.

Bubba is quickly shaking his head, babbling with worry, as he pulls you into a hug.

But you’re quick to reassure him that you were only joking, promising him that you know he would never hurt you and apologising for even joking about it.

Well, his bad mood is over. Now he just want to show you some love.

Billy Lenz

It all happened when he was in one of his bad moods. He hadn’t gone off to calm down, so he was lashing out instead. Normally it was pretty harmless but this time he was getting a little scary. And when he just kept getting closer and closer, you got a little worried. He wasn’t himself when he was like this.

“Billy...are you going to hit me?” you always tried to remain as calm as possible when he was like this, and he normally tired himself out.

Your question could ground him pretty quickly, instantly making him realise how scary he was actually being.

Or he won’t actually process your question until later when he had calmed down.

But once he has processed what you said, he feels extremely bad about it. He doesn’t want to scare you and he definitely never wanted to hurt you.

When he’s figured out how to apologise, he’ll creep into the room. Being cautious, checking if you were mad at him or not.

“Y/n...are you mad?” now he’s the one who’s nervous. “I’m sorry, Y/n...Billy wouldn’t hurt you, not ever” he would sincerely apologise.

As soon as you forgive him or open your arms for him, he’ll jump at the opportunity, clinging to you.

He’ll keep mumbling apologising and promising he wouldn’t hurt you, feeling awful about having scared you, and upset that you would think that he could hurt you.

He’ll need some cuddles even if you don’t, so plenty of cuddles are in order.

Asa Emory (The Collector)

He had taken you to the hotel and you had accidently wandered into an area that was off limits, and Asa had grabbed your arm, dragging you out.

He was obviously mad, lecturing you on listening to him. He raised his hand (not with the intention of striking you or anything) and you noticed the blade that was still in his hand.

“Are you going to hurt me?” your gaze was locked on the weapon.

His brow furrowed in confusion before realising what you meant.

It’s not like he hadn’t ‘punished’ you in the past. Hell, he had even ‘hurt’ you but it was all in a pleasurable way. He wouldn’t just hurt you because you wandered into the wrong room. He wouldn’t just hurt you because you made him a little mad.

On one hand, he is oddly understanding. Yes, he is a dangerous man, he’s a killer and he’s sadistic about it. It makes perfect sense that you would be a little weary around him, especially when he’s in a bad mood or you are arguing.

On the other hand, he quickly realises that he doesn’t want you to fear him. He doesn’t plan on hurting you, he plans on taking care of you because he cares about you.

So, he sets out to fix it. Placing the blade down and letting out a sigh, calming down. He wasn’t even that mad at you, it was an accident, he was just trying to protect you from the dangerous rooms of the hotel.

He’ll genuinely apologise for scaring you, assuring you that he had absolutely no intention of harming you.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)

Jesse was usually so calm and collected, it was rare to see him so...angry.

Of course he didn’t say anything but he didn’t need too, everything about him was just radiating anger and frustration.

He had never given you a reason to fear him (with the exception of meeting him or finding out he is a killer) but you couldn’t help but be a little on edge with him acting like this.

You hadn’t even really meant the question, it was like an impulse, it just came out.

He had been ignoring you mostly because he was so pissed about something, but then he suddenly started approaching you.

“Are you going to hurt me?” you heard it at the same time he did, and it surprised you as well.

The thing that Jesse was so angry about was ‘work’ relation and he never had any intention on taking it out on you. But your question does make him think about the way he was acting, and he immediately regrets it all.

He really tries not to take it too heart, he was being intimidating and you asked an innocent question. Still, a part of him can’t believe that you would even ask such as thing.

He pauses and shakes his head, deciding against approaching you any further.

Yet, you seem...sympathetic of his annoyance, you even ask him if he’s alright, asking if there is anything you can do to help.

Jesse is going to spoil the hell out of you to make up for scaring you like that.

Otis Driftwood

Otis had been in one of his bad moods and it had led to an argument between you both.

Arguments with Otis can be pretty explosive, especially if you’re as stubborn and argumentative as he is.

“What? Are you going to kill me? I know you’ve thought about it” you asked, practically scoffing at him.

You hadn’t really meant it. You knew he wasn’t going to kill you or even hurt you, you were just trying to annoy him.

Oh it pisses him off, but completely throws him off at the same time.

Of course there had been a time where he had thought about killing you, as he thinks about killing most people, but he doesn’t always like to be reminded of that. He is well aware that if he had killed you in the past, it would be something he would regret deeply.

More importantly, he can’t believe that you could ask him something like that, that you could actually think he would hurt you now (even if it’s a perfectly reasonable assumption considering everything about him).

He’s not going to apologise, he’s just going to stomp off and ignore you for a while. Mostly because he doesn’t want to actually scare you by pushing you too far, knowing he needs some time to cool off, but also because he wants to go and take his anger out elsewhere.

Otis is terrible at apologising and will avoid doing it at all costs, including now. So, he tries to do it a different way.

Once he’s calmed down and you have too, he will return to you and instead of apologising, he’ll say something more along the lines of “I’d never hurt ya.”

And he’s oddly relieved when you tell him that you already know that.

Yautja (Predator)

The argument only happened because he was worried about your safety in the first place.

But he must have done something to scare you or give you a reason to think he was beyond angry with you.

“Are you going to hurt me?” the question was quiet but it was deafening to him.

Of course he isn’t happy about it but the question actually hurt him.

He knows that he is scary and he understands that, it had been why he was so cautious around you at the beginning.

But he thought you trusted him now, that you knew he would never hurt you. It breaks his heart that you don’t.

He doesn’t blame you for this at all. He must have done something that scared you or made you feel like he could hurt you, that was on him and he was determined to fix it.

He’ll do whatever it takes to show you that can trust him, being extra gentle with you and apologising for scaring you.

And when you apologise, telling him that you know he wouldn’t hurt you, he insists that you don’t need to apologise for anything. You didn’t do anything wrong.

But you do know that he won’t hurt you, if he hadn’t proved that before, he was proving it now.

The best way to prove to him that you trust him is to just wrap your arms around his neck, forcing him to lift you off your feet, and kiss his cheek, telling him that you love him and trust him. Knowing that he will protect you and never hurt you.

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pokemonswshfics · 4 years ago

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I was extremely happy with the result of the scenarios of boys with a reader who suffered bullying. I am super happy that you did not ignore my request even though it is a bit morbid, your writing is super nice and full of details just wonderful! Can I request again? If so, this time only with Piers and Raihan, where Fem S/O who is their friend/Crush now, but she still has little scared because of the bullyng, and in a moment she ends up flinching, thinking that they would hit her.

i'm so glad you liked the result of that request anon ^-^ 💞 and thank you so much, i really appreciate it :") here you go, have a good read everyone! ❤

((for everyone that's new to my work, this is a part two of a previous fic i wrote :D you can find it here if you'd like ))

Raihan/Piers × Fem!Reader || Oneshots (Sfw)

Piers (Sfw)

You and Piers had been spending more time together since the attack, it was usually smiles and teasing when you two were together.

However, this time was different, by a lot. You were both agitated with the other because of a playful battle you had, and how terribly your Pokemon had met.

"Tell your Obstagoon that my Alcremie isn't food." You huffed at him as you walked out of the Spikemuth Pokemon center, putting your Alcremie's Pokeball back into your bag. "He almost bit one of her berries off!"

"So? That's how he plays. Like trainer, like Pokemon." Piers grinned slyly while you frowned.

"That's not appropriate right now! She could have seriously been hurt."

He rolled his eyes now at your statement. "It was a Pokemon battle? They're supposed to get hurt."

You crossed your arms and glared at him. "You forfeited the match! He bit her when she was caught off guard- that wasn't fair!"

"You're kinda cute when you're mad. Like a Jigglypuff trying to intimidate something."

Your cheeks began to burn, and you tried frowning even more to try and mask it. "Stop it! Learn how to get your Pokemon under control, if you even can."

"What did you say?"

"If you even can. I didn't stutter."

Piers stopped smiling and glared back, "Teach yours how to take a hit. One thing hits 'em, and they need the ER or some shit."

You two were walking quickly now, with you a foot or so in front of him. "You can be so mean sometimes, Piers." You groaned in an upset tone and felt angry tears begin to form in the corners of your eyes.

"You started it!"

"I did not-!"

You turned around suddenly and froze.

Piers had his hand raised at a certain angle.

Any and all anger in your head turned to fear instantly, and you put your arms up to shield your face.

"Please don't!" You knew Piers was your rival, but you had never expected him to threaten physical violence. It reminded you too much of your attack, how Alcremie had also been hurt, how you argued with the attackers before it happened. While you waited for any type of hit, memories of the attack rushed through your head. From the initial first hit to Piers helping you when you encountered him. Your angry tears were now unexplainable, being a mixture of anger and hurt.

After a few moments, you still didn't feel anything. You were too scared to put your arms down voluntarily.

Then you felt his hand on your forearm, lightly touching it at first then wrapping his fingers around it. Piers lowered your arm with a soft and sad look on his face.

"Did you think I was gonna hit you?"

Your breath hitched in your throat once you saw his hair. His hair that usually fell in front of his face was slightly tussled.

Piers had raised his hand simply to run his fingers through it.

"I..I'm sorry." You whimpered out and tried to keep tears from falling. "I thought you would- You seemed so mad and-"

"Hey, hey, hey. It's okay, alright? I should be the one apologizin'. I'll be more careful around ya." He rubbed the part of your forearm he had a hold on, then lowered your other arm that was shielding the lower part of your face. "I'm really sorry."

"D-Don't be!" You stammered out and felt a tear fall. You groaned and went to wipe it, but Piers beat you to it. His hand was suddenly on your cheek, his thumb wiping it away.

"You can let it out, not here to judge. What happened to you was serious, so yeah there's gonna be times it'll..come back to you but," Piers sighed then moved the hand that was on your other arm to your waist, bringing you closer to him. "I'll be right here."

You looked up at him and slowly relaxed in his arms. A small and sad smile appeared on your face, which he returned.

"Thank you, I'm sorry I got mad about Alcremie. I'm sure you can get Obstagoon under control, I didn't mean it." You sighed and rested your head on his shoulder, shakily breathing. This was the closest you had been to Piers and you weren't complaining. He felt warm, and something you couldn't really pinpoint.

You stayed in his hold for a few seconds, his arms still holding you close. One of his hands was on your head, rubbing the back of it in a loving manner. As he continued, your whimpers and sniffles slowed.

"Are you okay now?" Piers whispered to you, slightly turning his head to face yours. With teary eyes, you looked up from his shoulder to him. Your faces were only inches apart, but neither was pulling away.

"Ah..Y-Yeah. Thank you.." You said and blushed at the closeness while feeling your tears come to a complete stop.

You silently thanked everything you've ever believed in that the streets of Spikemuth were empty. How would it look, Piers holding his 'hated' rival so close? Your lips only inches apart?

You pulled away out of pure nerves, you could barely handle Piers so close. You took a step back from him and nervously gripped the strap of your bag, attempting to calm the blush on your cheeks. When you looked up at Piers, he had a similar light shade tinting his cheeks.

"Uh- Let's get going. Alcremie's probably tired or somethin'.." Piers finally said and stepped up to you, pointing to your bag. "We can go back to my place."

You smiled up at him and nodded in agreement, turning to begin to walk.

Then you felt a tug on your sleeve.

Piers hand pulled at the hem of the sleeve, then moved his hand slightly down to your palm. You looked down at your hands, and realized what he was doing while looking straight ahead.

You shyly smiled and looked ahead as well, lacing your fingers with his. He didn't acknowledge it other than with a now visible small smile on his face, and you didn't acknowledge it either. It was now that you could finally pinpoint what you felt earlier in Piers' arms.

I'm safe.

The only thought that resided in your mind anymore was the safety you felt with Piers, as you walked to his home in comfortable silence.

***

Raihan (Sfw)

"This is actually really good, dunno why you didn't wanna share." Raihan smiled while he chewed his food, cupcakes you had made.

You two sat next to each other beneath a tree in the wild area, while your Pokemon played far away but in your lines of sight. When you told Raihan you made something for you two to eat together, but didn't want to share because you were scared it tasted bad- he practically dug into the bag himself to take out the container.

"You think so?" You asked smiling and fiddled with your hands, still thinking he might be lying. While he nodded in answer, you took a bite out of yours to see if he was just being nice.

"Riiiiiight?" He teased as soon as he saw your face light up. You covered your mouth while you chewed and giggled. You rolled your eyes and swallowed, feeling a bit of frosting on your cheek.

"Excuse me."

You reached over Raihan's lap for a napkin, when he spoke quickly in return.

"I got it."

"Oh, I-" You didn't have time to process his next movement, a quick and sharp one.

In the blink of an eye, Raihan's hand was out, to reach for your face. He was so close, you couldn't help but remember the man who hit you during the attack. You felt as if you blinked, Raihan would turn into your attacker. Out of instinct...

You flinched.

It was noticeable, nothing major but you felt your eyes shut almost on their own. You backed up, and now took your hand away from over Raihan's lap.

Your eyes stayed shut until you felt a warm hand rest on your cheek. The touch was tender, nothing like what your body had anticipated. The touch made you open your eyes to see Raihan, smiling sadly.

"Hey. You're safe, I won't hurt you. Ever, okay?" He sighed. His usual teasing smile, the playfulness in his voice, was all replaced by seriousness and care.

You locked eyes with him, and felt a blush creep up onto your cheeks. The memories from the attack stopped as soon as you looked at Raihan. You didn't want to admit it- especially to him- but he made everything bad..go away. The attack had certainly made a difference in your life, you never went out alone, you were paranoid, worried. The only moments you felt you were truly free from the thoughts of it, and what they brought to your emotions, were when you were with Raihan.

"You there?", Raihan let out a breathy laugh, still with soft eyes. You hadn't even realized you spaced out while staring into his eyes. His words made you snap out of your thoughts, and an even brighter blush appeared on your cheeks.

"I'll take that as a yes." Raihan looked away for a moment, before moving his hand to have a gentle hold on your chin, bringing you closer as well. A small hint of blush was visible on his cheeks once he looked back into your eyes. "Ah- seriously though. You're okay now, you're with me. I won't let anything even get close to you."

You suppressed a shy smile and turned your face away from him, before hearing another small laugh.

Raihan lifted his other hand and pressed a finger against your cheek to turn your face back to him. The gesture made you even shyer.

"I mean it. As long as I'm here, no one can hurt you.." Raihan's smile left his face, his lips were slightly parted. You felt him lean in closer, and you froze. "Got it?"

He continued to lean in, his eyes now hooded. You nodded slowly, unsure of what to do. You knew Raihan was a rival, a friend, you definitely thought of him in..other ways.. before. Without meaning to, your eyes closed and you leaned in as well. Your heart was pounding so much you felt as if it would escape your chest.

Then you felt a bouncy ball hit your head.

"Ow!" You reacted and pulled away from Raihan quickly, feeling flustered. You looked around for who had thrown it, Raihan as well. Your cheeks were the same shade, and you couldn't even look at each other.

"Alcremie!" You exclaimed once you saw your Pokemon with Raihan's Flygon, giggling above a bush nearby. "Don't do that!"

Raihan looked quickly to your Pokemon, and exhaled loudly. "Flygon. D-Don't do that!" His blush was still calming down, and he raised his hood to attempt and hide it. Whenever Raihan was flustered in anyway, his hood was up in mere seconds.

You stood up while wiping the frosting from your cheek and glared playfully at your Alcremie, knowing well she saw what had almost happened.

"Shut up." You mouthed at her and crossed your arms while holding back a grin as Raihan also stood, holding the ball.

He turned to the Pokemon near the bush and lifted the arm holding the ball, before making it soar through the air effortlessly. This caught the Pokemon's attention immediately, and they quickly went to go fetch it.

You and Raihan stood in silence, watching your Pokemon go after it. After a few moments, Raihan awkwardly cleared his throat and turned to you. He pulled his hood down and you looked up at him.

With another quick movement, Raihan grabbed your cheek opposite to him and slightly hunched in order to lower his own face. You got onto your toes to try and meet him in the middle, height wise, then felt something new.

A pair of lips pressed against your cheek, quickly pecking it.

Your face heated up immediately, and the grip on your cheek left quickly. Raihan's hood went back up as soon as he pulled away, and he shoved his hands in his pocket.

You stood, flustered.

"You owe me one." Raihan spoke from inside his hood, the grin on his face audible.

"Shut up. Let's go get Alcremie and Flygon, please?" You said and began to walk in front of him in order to conceal your blushing face, and the grin on it.

You heard him begin to follow, and he replied soon too.

"Right behind you. Always will be."

***

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jenonctcity · 5 years ago

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Stepping Into The Moonlight

Charia Kingdom – Jeno

Smut, Fluff, Angst.

Fantasy!Au, Supernatural!Au

Warnings: Violence, Blood, Explicit Content, Graphic Sex, Unprotected Sex, Breeding Kink, Virginity Loss, Fighting.

Word Count: 13.3k

(All of this series links up. The timeline of the story runs in the order of the master list from top to bottom, Mark - Jisung. Each members part can be read as a stand-alone, but I would recommended reading all the parts in order so the story adds up.)

Charia Kingdom - A place that has equal amounts of sunshine and rain, hot and cold, rich and poor, and, humans and creatures that couldn’t be identified as that of human status. Ruled by the Lee family with a king whose cutthroat and unforgiving nature is feared by many. The poor not cared for by people who have everything, where disease takes the lives of those unfortunate enough to not have the funds to purchase medicine. A place where humans live among creatures many would find terrifying. It’s no secret that Vampires, Werewolves, Wizards, etc live amongst them like normal people. Unless you murder someone, you’re considered normal. Everyone lives their own lives, whether it be a happy life, or a sorrowful life…

Being the crown prince of Charia Kingdom was never something that worried Jeno. He was raised by his mother to smile when talked to, and to have a kind heart so that he would rule the kingdom differently to how his father had. At 16, he’s unexpectedly hit by a powerful curse after hearing a ruckus going on in the echoing halls of the castle. It flips his life around, his new status as a werewolf being a challenge he hates with all his heart. It turned the kingdoms sweetheart into an angry, brooding boy. Now 19, Jeno has learned how to control when he phases with the help of the remedies Mark brews for him. The only thing he can’t control is bursting into a gigantic wolf every time a negative emotion takes over his mind. No one apart from the workers of the castle know that he’s a wolf, it being kept a secret from the public. He runs in the forest in his wolf form calm him down, until he comes face to face with a rogue wolf who threatens his life with her piercing glare. After imprinting on each other, Jeno has to learn how to balance his new love, his duties as prince, his burning rage, and a secret that is revealed to him that changes his life once again.

“I’m your brother…” Renjun’s words had Jeno’s eyebrows furrowing, a mix of confusion and betrayal curdling in Jeno’s stomach. He couldn’t understand why Renjun was comparing himself to a brother since he was the one who had cursed him. Friends close enough to be labelled as brother’s don’t do that to each other. He’d clearly misunderstood Renjun’s words.

“No you’re not. We used to be like brothers, but not anymore. You ruined my life. So don’t use how close we used to be as a way of trying to get out of this because I want to hurt you so ba-” Jeno growled out but was interrupted by Renjun.

“No! Jeno you don’t understand!” He gripped at his shaggy hair in frustration, his eyes squeezing shut as he let out a long sigh. “We have the same father! We are brothers by blood! That’s why your father killed my mother because I found out about his big secret. I confronted him, and he killed her. I was on my way to murder him when you got in my way, that’s why you ended up the way you are now.” Jeno could feel the heat inside of him rising as Renjun, his apparent brother, talked. He didn’t know whether to believe him or not. But why would he lie? “I’m sorry Jeno…I never meant to do this to you.” Renjun’s voice turned soft in his sincerity, the girl behind him approaching him and taking his hand into her own. Jeno frowned as he watched them, jealous that Renjun was living a normal life despite what he did to Jeno’s. Jeno didn’t say anything, instead tried to focus on his breathing as it spiked, his chest rising and falling fast and his shoulders tensing up as he felt the wolf inside of him ready to take over. It felt like he needed to throw up, his knees shaking and his fingers trembling as the warmth spread from his stomach. The warmth turned into a gruelling pain that he had never gotten used to, it still hurt just as much as it had the first time that his body had ripped into a gigantic wolf.

“Renjun!” The girl beside him squealed, pulling Renjun back in fright as she saw how Jeno’s eyes turned from a deep brown to a glowing amber, identical to the ones she’d seen through the cabin just before Jeno had made his entrance. Watching Jeno change into a wolf made Renjun wince, a horrible feeling flooding his gut as he knew how this was his fault. One second Jeno was stood on two feet, the next he was stood on four. The changing process always made his mind go hazy as his instincts turned from human to wolf, but his mind remained the same. He still had the same thoughts and opinions, and he remembered who he was. He was just more likely to fight and hurt someone with his wolf instinct. He briefly thought back to the way that Mark’s girlfriend had looked at him with the same fear in her eyes that Jeno could see in Renjun’s girlfriend and it made him sick that he had that impact on people he didn’t want to harm.

“Jeno, I beg you…you can hurt me but please don’t touch her.” Renjun’s voice wavered as he held his hands up in surrender. Jeno squeezed his eyes shut and let out a low growl, thoughts flying around his head but not even one of those thoughts were to harm the woman stood beside his brother. It hurt Jeno that everyone immediately thought he was going to intentionally harm them when he turned into a wolf involuntarily because of his emotions. It caused his heart to ache. He had never been an aggressive person until he had to live with the cards he’d been dealt. Deep down he was still the soft, kind, warm-hearted Prince his mother had raised him to be. He just found it hard to overcome the constant burn of angst and anger he felt towards his condition and lack of normality on his life. It led him to feel the heavy cloud of depression over his head that he struggled to cope with, especially when everyone he knew was so cautious around him now. His paw raised to step towards the pair, and as he did, a scuffle of leaves and snapping twigs caused his ears to perk up. But before he could look towards the sound, a wolf skidded to a stop on the mud in front of him, putting herself between him and the couple. Her teeth bared and her emerald eyes glowed as they narrowed at him. He could tell she was a female purely from her scent, which was a lot sweeter than any of the male wolves he’d come across.

“Snowy!” Renjun’s eyes widened as he addressed the wolf. Jeno was slightly confused, as he hadn’t smelt any nearby wolves, but he pinned it down to him before distracted by his own head to even notice his senses. The wolf in front of him was considerably smaller than his large frame, her fur as white as snow and he could see why they called her Snowy. She smelt different to all the other wolves that Jeno had encountered before, her scent not making his nose crinkle in disgust from the earthy scent he usually smelt around wolves. Not that he’d met many other wolves, and when he did, they’d simply ignore him in passing and respect each other’s boundaries. But she smelt like the sweet flowers he’d only ever smelt inside of the castles garden because they didn’t grow in the wild, his nose raising slightly in the air as he sniffed to smell the scent deeper. He smelt the undertone of what he remembered to be rain when it hit trees. The fresh scent sitting happily against his nose and making his head tilt in confusion.

You stared at Jeno with narrowed eyes, keeping your teeth bared at him to show him that you wouldn’t allow him to get close to the only human’s you could trust. You kept a low growl vibrating from your throat, but it didn’t seem to be affecting him as he continued to stare at you non-threateningly for a few minutes. You’d been watching the interaction from the safety of the brush, keeping low so that your appearance would come as a surprise to him. You saw how he turned into a wolf, and his scent surprisingly stayed identical to the warm smell of something you couldn’t quite identify instead of the smell of dirt and wet dog that you usually smelt around male wolves. You stayed low as you growled at him, ready to pounce at him at any moment to protect Renjun and his love who you still didn’t know the name of, despite how much smaller than him you were.

Jeno snapped out of his reverie, feeling a strange pull to you but not knowing what it meant, so he lowered himself, copying your stance and baring his teeth at you too. When you didn’t back off despite smelling the pheromones he was now emitting as he tried to assert his dominance in being a large male over you, he barked, trying to make you feel threatened. Your heart was racing, not wanting to act on the pull you felt. It was as if gravity was trying to push you to him, but you didn’t want to admit the inkling you had in your brain as to what it could be. You weren’t scared of him, you’d fought plenty of other wolves in your lifetime, ones who were purebred wolf and others who were a human and wolf mix like yourself and the wolf stood in front of you.

“Snowy don’t!” Renjun shouted as you lunged at the wolf you remembered as Jeno, as you’d heard Renjun call him. Your teeth latched onto his neck, not penetrating the skin but gripping onto him as you stayed latching onto him. You weren’t big enough to knock his heavy frame over, but you used all your strength in fighting him. He thrashed around, trying to rid his body of you without harming you. He didn’t want to fight, but it was in his natural instincts to protect himself. So you found yourself tumbling with him in a mix of white and black fur into the dense trees. He threw you off of him, but that didn’t stop you. Your claws dug into the earth as you jumped at him again, he jumped at you at the same time and you felt your body hit a tree trunk hard from how you ricocheted off his strong body. He pinned you down to the floor, his mouth caging your neck to the floor as he tried to control you in his act of self-defence. You stopped moving, knowing you had been defeated because of the size difference, waiting until he pulled away and backed off, his body still in a defensive stance, his claws making marks in the soil from how hard he was gripping the floor as he stared at you.

You stayed laying on the floor as you caught your breath. Jeno felt the need to rub his head against you and help you up, but he didn’t know you, and he most definitely wasn’t going to attempt to do that after you attacked him. You wanted nothing more than for him to nuzzle your face and lick at all the cuts that stained your white fur a royal red, but you also wanted him to stay away from you. The conflicted feelings you both felt dawned on you both at the same time.

You’d imprinted on each other.

You felt sick to your stomach as the fact you’d imprinted on someone and knew that your wolf would be restless forever until you both caved to the feelings and joined your souls in the way they wanted to merge. Jeno only knew of imprinting from books he’d read about werewolves, but he could easily diagnose it from the symptoms matching everything he remembered from the books. He never thought he’d feel the feelings he was feeling in that moment as he stared at your limp body. He was overjoyed, but worried. You knew one day you would find your ‘soulmate’, but you never expected it to be so soon, and certainly not in this kind of circumstance. You could remember the day that your brother imprinted on a human and left you to live alone in the woods when you were sixteen, opting to live in his human form to be with his love. You’d been alone since then, learning how to take care of yourself and struggling to resent your brother because you knew he couldn’t fight the burning desire his instincts thrust upon him.

You didn’t know what to do, so you jumped up. Standing on shaky legs for a moment before bolting off between the trees as fast as your four legs could carry you. You didn’t have to turn around to know that Jeno was hot on your heels. You could hear his heavy paws against the earth and the way he panted as he tried to keep up with your nimble body. He was catching up with you, his long legs giving him the advantage. But you knew the woods like the back of your hand, so you found it easy to dodge between trees and take sharp turns. Soon losing him amongst the trees, but you that didn’t stop you from running. You ran until you reached the cave that you used as your den, huddling against the wall, and staying in your wolf form in case he followed your scent and suddenly popped up out of nowhere.

Jeno mentally beat himself up at how easily you had escaped him. His mind was clouded over from the realisation at what had just happened. He decided to go back to the castle instead of going back to Renjun. He could deal with that another day now that he knew where Renjun was residing. He dragged his feet, sulking as he walked through the forest. He used the cover of the trees to make his way home, letting out a short howl that Jisung knew meant he was back home and needed some clothes before he could show himself. The younger boy opened the gate and rushed into the trees to Jeno, giving him some loose clothes so he could hide his modesty as he entered the castle.

Jeno went to sleep that night, knowing his life had just drastically changed once more.

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The forest felt different to Jeno as he desperately sniffed at the floor, trying hard to pick up your scent that you’d left behind the day prior. In his mouth he held a bag of clothes, two pairs of clothes just in case he managed to find you, so that your first encounter with him as a human wouldn’t have to be naked. He’d been searching for hours, going in circles in his desperation to try and find you. Eventually he caught scent of what he remembered you to smell like, his ears pricking up and his nose twitching at the euphoria your scent had on him. He stood still for a moment, basking in the feeling that had overcome him, before his legs started moving, his body subconsciously following the scent as it became stronger.

The scent took him to a stream, the shallow water hitting the rocks on the bed of the meandering water and making a comforting sound. He crept up quietly, making sure his paws hardly touched the floor so that his footsteps remained silent. He could see your white fur through the trees, your feet submerged in the flowing water and your head bowed, staring at your own reflection. He dropped the bag, changing to his human form and hurrying to put on his loose white shirt and baggy tan pants. He took a deep breath in anticipation, slowly appearing from the trees and holding his hands up in surrender. He cleared his throat to gain your attention, and your head flicked up immediately. You backed off, crossing to the other side of the stream and lowering your body to the ground in caution. You had only seen his face from the side, and even then, you didn’t see it very clearly. So his beautifully handsome face was enough to take your breath away. He had a strong jawline, kissable pouty lips, and wide eyes that were staring at you with a soft look.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” His voice was deep, and you were trying so desperately to ignore the invisible rope that felt like it was tugging you towards him by your heart. “I think we got off to a bad start, my name is Jeno…” His eyes stayed on you as you visibly relaxed but didn’t make any effort to approach him. He gulped as he thought about his next words. “Are you like me? Or do you only have your wolf form?” He desperately wanted you to tell him that you were like him. If you weren’t and only had your wolf form, then he knew that his wolf would never be fully satisfied unless he was with you all the time, which would mean living as a wolf permanently, something he didn’t want to do, nor could do as he still had the responsibility of being a prince sitting on his shoulders. When you turned away from him and walked between the trees, he felt his heart sink and his shoulders drop in disappointment. But when he saw a small hand wrap around a tree trunk and a pair of glowing emerald green eyes, the same as your wolf, he felt his heart flutter. The only way you could tell if a person was born with the ability to turn into a wolf was if their eyes stayed the same colour in human form as they were in wolf form. If they were born as a normal human but had been cursed, their eyes would return to normal colour in their human form. “Hey…” He smiled, but as he took a step forward you hid behind the tree again. “I won’t hurt you; I promise…take this.” He crossed the stream, his feet getting wet, but he didn’t care. He then balled up the cotton dress in his hands and threw it, so that it landed by your feet. You pulled it over your head and let the white material fall down to your knees. You stepped out from behind the tree, finally showing Jeno all of yourself now that you weren’t naked.

After taking your first step, you felt your knees buckle, your hands about to come in contact with the grass but Jeno had stepped forward and caught you just in time. “Are you okay?” He sounded worried, his voice soft and his grip on your hips firm. You looked up at him with wide eyes, nodding to him when you opened your mouth, but no noise came out. He looked into your eyes, his heart pounding so hard he could hear it in his ears and his mouth going dry. His touch felt warm and you felt the need to curl up in his hold and never let go. “I heard them call you Snowy, is that your name?” You shook your head, clearing your throat and opening your mouth once more.

“My name is (Y/N).” Your voice was as pure as freshly laid snow, it sending a ripple up Jeno’s spine and he smiled widely. If he didn’t have wolf senses, then he wouldn’t have heard you, your voice so quiet that it couldn’t even be classed as a whisper. You hadn’t been in your human form in over a year, so your human body felt stiff and weak. Your voice not warmed up and your limbs shaky.

“Beautiful…” He murmured subconsciously and then felt his cheeks heating up at his confession. “So, I’m assuming you’ve realised that we’ve imprinted on each other…” You nodded at his statement, his hands still gripping at your hips more softly, feeling an odd satisfaction that he’d never felt before as he held you. His body felt strong, your hands placed timidly on his broad shoulders and you stared at his lips as he talked.

“Mhm.” You made a quiet noise and nodded your head.

“Come back to the castle with me.” He phrased it as a command, not a question. You tilted your head in confusion and raised an eyebrow.

“Castle?” Your voice was getting louder as you spoke, it sounding almost normal but still as gentle as a cloud.

“I’m the Prince of this Kingdom, I live in the castle, and I want you to come back with me. We can get to know each other, because either way neither of us will be happy if we’re apart.” You pulled away from him after he finished speaking. It made his stomach sink and he reached out to you, but you took another step back. You furrowed your eyebrows and shook your head. You didn’t want to leave the forest; it was were you grew up and all you knew. Of course you’d spent time with humans in the town, but you hadn’t been there for long periods of time, always ending up in the forest with your family where you preferred. You were also shocked that he was a Prince. Of all the people you could have imprinted on, you thought it was typical that you imprinted on someone who would have a difficult life.

“I don’t want to leave the forest…” You shook your head, watching as his face darkened, his eyebrows knitting together and mouth parting almost as if in disgust. It was clear to you that he was used to getting his own way as soon as he demanded it.

“Why? You could live a life of luxury and never have to worry about anything again!” His voice was louder, and it had an aggressive undertone to it as he got irritated at your refusal. You took another step back, your own face hardening as you tried to show that he didn’t scare you.

“I don’t want that. I don’t even know you. Back off.” Your eyes started to glow, as did Jeno’s. His soft brown eyes turning amber as his emotions got to him. He was upset that you didn’t comply to his wants. His sadness always turning into anger as he had no control of his emotions.

“We’re meant to be!” He growled, feeling his hands start to shake and his shoulders tensing up.

“Go away!” You shouted at him, turning away and about to start running off, but your legs couldn’t handle it and you fell to the floor, your body thudding against the grass. Jeno gasped, his eyes dimming back to brown and all of his anger flooding off of him like he’d been hit by a wave of freezing cold water.

“(Y/N)!” He rushed to you, scooping you up into his arms and holding you to him. You felt a burst of tingles inside of your stomach, his scent flooding your senses and making your pupils dilate. You gripped onto him and nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck like you’d been wanting to since you’d met him the day before. You took in a deep breath, your nose trailing against his skin and you felt the overwhelming urge to sink your teeth into his neck, marking him as yours. All of your previous anger and resistance turning into lust and want. It was what your wolf and instincts wanted, and you couldn’t control it.

“Jeno.” You moaned, licking a stripe up his neck, and nipping at his warm skin. He moaned lowly, dropping down to his knees and laying you on the floor in front of him. His eyes were nearly black from how dilated his pupils had gone, staring down at you like you were a meal he was about to devour. He didn’t know how to control himself, never having felt the need to claim someone as his own. He felt his cock harden the second you licked his neck, then the smell of your arousal hit his nose, he got stiffer, grinding his crotch against your own. “Take me.” You whimpered, tugging the cotton dress up so that your lower half was completely bare in front of him. You knew about how feral wolves could be once they found their mate, but you’d never expected the pull you felt towards him to be as great as what it was. You wanted nothing more than for him to bury himself inside of you and claim you as his. On the other hand, you didn’t want him to touch you because then you’d not be able to leave him, and you’d end up going with him to the castle, which you didn’t want to do. But your wolf senses were beating your human senses. Jeno stared down at your dripping core, his mouth watering at the sight and he felt less human than he’d ever felt before, wanting to completely destroy you but knowing he shouldn’t because he was raised to respect women.

The two of you completely disregarded your hesitance, looking into each other’s eyes as they almost glowed with desire and want. Jeno pushed down his baggy pants, his cock harder than he’d ever witnessed it to be. It was a violent red and looked like it was going to explode with cum at any second. You bit your bottom lip so hard that you got the bitter metallic taste of blood on your tongue as you watched him take his cock in his hand. It looked so big that you wanted to drag your tongue over it and taste him, but you couldn’t push the desire away to have him inside of you, so that would have to wait. Jeno’s human side couldn’t believe how fast this was happening. He’s supposed to be the sophisticated, eloquent Prince of the Kingdom who’s supposed to marry a Princess and rule the Kingdom one day. But instead he’s about to lose his virginity on the dirty floor of the forest to a girl he’s known a day who lives a rogue life.

He pushed his cock into you once the shiver up his spine caused his body to move without his brain working. You let out a loud moan that sounded almost like a howl, your fingers gripping at the ground, your nails digging into the dirt as your back arched up into Jeno’s touch. Jeno’s jaw dropped open, his breath being ripped from his lungs as he gripped your hips tightly. You looked up at Jeno, noticing his eyes were almost black, the lust swimming around behind his dark irises as he started to thrust his cock into you at an almost inhuman speed. You’d never had sex before, but your body was made to take your mates length and your core stretched perfectly to his size. You whimpered as he lowered his body over the top of your own, his lips finding purchase on your neck. You wound your arms around his back, digging your nails into his damp skin and dragging them down, leaving bright red trails behind. He bit your neck suddenly, a scream leaving your lips as you started to roll your hips up into his thrusts. His teeth broke your skin, and he left his mark on your skin, claiming you as his own. You felt like if he pulled away from you at all, you’d die from loneliness. His lips pressed rough kisses to the mark he’d left, tracing his tongue over the mark to heal it.

A rustling coming from between the trees behind your head caused Jeno to stop. He looked up, sniffing at the air, and letting out a low growl, it rumbling from his throat as his eyes scanned the trees. The sound stopped, then sounded again further away as if something was retreating after hearing Jeno’s warning. His eyes quickly flicked to you instead and he leaned in, capturing your lips with his own, pushing his tongue into your mouth and exploring it as his hips started to move again. Your silky walls sucked his cock in, squeezing over him as it felt like he was made for you, it not feeling painful despite it being your first time. He moaned into your mouth, his hips slamming into yours harder as you felt like the universe was inside of you and it was about to explode, a completely unfamiliar feeling washing over you as your orgasm washed through you like a red hot fire. You clung onto Jeno, not wanting to let go of him as hot ropes of cum shot from his cock inside of you, coating your walls as his head fell to the crook of neck. He relaxed on top of you, the bliss of his orgasm and being in your arms was making him feel lightheaded. You tried to catch your breath, your chest rising and falling as you held each other in your arms. His cock softened but he left it inside of you, not being able to let go of you.

“I’ll come back with you.” You whispered against his hair, placing a kiss to your mate’s head as his grip on you tightened. The thought of him going back to his home, the castle, and leaving you behind made your heart tear at the seams. You couldn’t let go of him, and you had a feeling it was something to do with the mark he’d left on your neck.

“Thank you. You’ll be treated like a princess, I promise.” His words echoed around your head as your eyes slowly closed, exhaustion from changing into a human and being so close to your mate causing you to pass out underneath him.

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Living in a palace felt odd. You were completely out of your comfort zone, and it had only been two days. The only thing keeping you from running back to your home in the forest was the tie you felt to Jeno. You knew your wolf would go crazy if you were to leave Jeno behind. It still felt strange living in your human form, but you knew there was no way you could be a wolf inside of the castle grounds. Jeno hadn’t left you alone, and he pretty much always had his hands on you, rubbing your skin affectionately and burying his face in your neck or hair. The night you’d gotten back to the castle, Jeno had taken you to his bedroom. You’d never seen a bedroom before, and Jeno’s was huge, the bed feeling soft against your naked back as Jeno fucked you for hours, the both of you getting a feel for each other’s bodies. You hadn’t spoken much, the majority of your relationship being your physical need for each other. All you knew was he’s the Prince of the Kingdom and first in line for the throne.

You stood in front of a full-length mirror; your hair pulled around your shoulder, so it was out of the way for Jeno to lace up your dress from behind. A maid had tried to lace up your dress, but Jeno had stared at her with eyes that could kill and hastily dismissed her when he realised he couldn’t deal with watching someone else be so close to you. You stared at the baby blue material as it brushed against the floor, the silk shining against the natural light as it flooded into the room from the large window. Jeno’s fingers nimbly laced up your dress, his eyes occasionally darting from the back of your dress to stare at your face in the mirror. He was completely in awe of your beauty, and he couldn’t help but want to drag your body over to the bed behind you both and make you so wet that he could lick up your thighs to bury his tongue in your heat like he really wanted to. His eyes started to glow amber as his lust swam through him. You could smell his arousal and cleared your throat.

“Will your parents like me?” You spoke quietly, fiddling with your hair and looking at Jeno through the mirror. Jeno snapped out of his daydream, tying the material in a bow and wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, settling his chin on your shoulder.

“My mother will…My father probably won’t, but don’t worry about it princess.” His voice was quiet like your own, and he smiled, placing a wet kiss to your cheek.

“I’m not a princess yet.” You turned you head, your lips brushing against his plush ones as he let out a gentle laugh.

“You’re my princess.”

“We’ve only known each other for a few days…” You couldn’t help the slight hesitance you felt, everything overwhelming you.

“It doesn’t matter, we were meant for each other. I am a prince, so that means you are my princess.” His words caused you to shudder, and he pressed his lips to your own. You wanted to pull away from his searing kiss, but you couldn’t find it within you to drag your lips from his. His arms tightened around your waist, his tongue pushing into your mouth as his fingers gripped at the material on your body.

“Mmm!” You moaned into his mouth but quickly pulled away. “You’ll rip it!” You pushed his hands away and stepped back, noticing his eyes were glowing amber like they did every time he got aroused. He walked back towards you with the lust swimming in his eyes, his hands reaching out for you, but you backed off. “No, we have to meet your parents!” He didn’t seem to be listening though, as he backed you up to the wall and brought your lips back to his own. His kiss was rough and had your stomach dropping at how it made you felt, his arousal sparking up your own. But someone had to take control and you had a feeling that Jeno couldn’t. “Stop.” You growled against his lips, his own breaking from yours.

“Okay.” He complied easier than you thought he would, his head nodding up and down like a submissive dog. “Let’s go.” He brushed the creases that he’d made out of your dress, laying a gentle kiss on your lips that was a complete contrast to his previous kisses. He took your hand in his and guided you through the palace, greeting random members of staff as you travelled around. He stopped in front of big, oak doors that you assumed his parents were behind. “It’s okay.” He pushed the doors open and his eyes locked immediately on his parents, trying to gauge their reaction from afar and taking a deep breath to calm his own nerves. He could feel your anxiety rolling off of you and it was making him feel sick, the negative emotion admitting off of you making him want you out of the room and to protect you from how you were feeling. You glanced at his parents, your eyes shifting from the evil stare of his father to the soft gaze of his mother. He placed his hand on your lower back and guided you further into the room, following the royal red carpet up towards the solid gold thrones his parents were perched on.

The queen was wearing a beautiful dress, it was a deep emerald green that brought out her natural beauty, her hair flowing in curls down her shoulders, with a golden crown perched on top of her head. She looked kind, but you’d learnt throughout your years that looks could be deceiving. The king on the other hand, looked at you with a stare that could kill. You couldn’t deny that he was handsome. He looked a lot like Jeno, but with signs of aging and his black hair greying underneath his crown.

“What is the meaning of this Jeno?” The king spoke before you’d even finished approaching them. You heard Jeno let out a sigh from beside you, the both of you coming to a stop at the stairs leading up to the thrones. “I do not approve of this.”

“Father please ju-”

“Is she a wolf?”

“How would you kn-”

“Is she a wolf?!” His father’s voice raised in dominance.

“She is…You don’t understand, I can’t control who I love, because of my…condition. You have no choice but to accept it. Besides, I didn’t come here for your approval, I simply came here to introduce the future princess of the kingdom to you. Charia Kingdom will be lucky to have her as a member of the royal family.” Jeno’s voice was strong through his speech to his parents, his confidence in your relationship making your heart flutter. The queen had a smile on her face, and you immediately knew that you wanted to know more about her. Your own mother hadn’t ever been maternal towards you, and as soon as you could fend for yourself, she had left you and your older brother alone in the forest. So you hoped that she could feel the void your mother left.

“Jeno, I will not allow this!” His father’s voice started to raise and his face hardened.

“You have no choice!” Jeno’s voice rose to compete with his father. You could feel the anger radiating off of Jeno and you moved your hand to grip gently at his bicep, wordlessly telling him to calm down.

“I can assure you that I do.” The king’s voice lowered dangerously, and it sent shivers down your spine, your breath catching in your throat as you thought about all of the bad things that man could potentially do to you and your mate. “Don’t make a decision you’ll regret.”

“If anything happens to me, or her, then you won’t have an heir to the throne. That’s right, you’ll let your family bloodline lose the throne. Because you already got rid of one of your sons, didn’t you?” Jeno’s lips curled into a smirk, his eyes narrowing at his father. The kings face faltered before he quickly recovered his hard look, it looking harder than ever. “That’s right, I know about what happened with Renjun. You’re the reason I have this curse, so you’re the reason I am marrying a wolf like myself. Get used to it.” He snapped, grabbing your hand and dragging you from the room with long strides, causing you to jog after him so that you could keep up.

“Jeno, calm down.” Your voice was soft, but it fell on deaf ears as Jeno took you through the palace to your shared bedroom. His hand was shaking in your grip, and you could hear his heart pounding in his chest. You smelt the odd smell of arousal, your eyes widening at how he was horny in a moment like this. “Jeno!” He pushed you into the bedroom, slamming the wooden door shut so hard that it almost came off of its hinges, the wood shaking against the frame. He forced you up against the wall, and you knew if you were average like a human, he probably would have broken your back from how hard he shoved you. You let out a whimper which fell into his mouth as his lips smashed to your own. His teeth bit at your bottom lip, tugging at it before sucking it into his mouth. His hands sat on your waist as your hands came to rest on his shoulders, feeling the tension of his anger underneath your fingertips. The kiss was filthy and left you almost dripping down your thighs, your legs almost quivering at the need to feel his cock inside of you, filling you up perfectly how he had been since you’d met.

“You’re dripping for me already aren’t you baby girl?” He growled into your mouth, his fingertips gripping at your silk dress so tightly that the material ripped underneath his hold. You felt dizzy under his hold, his ministrations causing your hormones to rage around your body like a blazing fire. The fogginess of your head meant you’d missed when he lifted your body and threw you onto the bed like a ragdoll. He stood at the end of the bed, staring down at you with glowing amber eyes, his chest rising and falling fast as he tried to catch his breath, your scent making his head stir to the point where he couldn’t even think straight. You stared at him, feeling like prey underneath his flaming eyes. Crawling up the bed on his hands and knees had your legs automatically spreading, his body caging you against the bed as his lips came in contact with your chest. He’d tore your dress from your body, but you still had on your corset and panties.

“Jeno.” You moaned, his teeth nipping at the skin of your breasts as they bulged from the tightness of the corset.

“You smell so good, turn over.” Even though he instructed you to turn over, he didn’t give you a chance to, as he flipped you over and made quick work of the silk holding your corset together. His fingers were shaking so much from his eagerness to buried inside of you that he let out a dangerous growl, forgetting about untying the rest of your corset, pushing your body into mattress and shredding the material of your panties to get access to your soaking pussy. Your face smashed into the soft pillows, your hands laying against the mattress as you pushed your ass back into Jeno’s crotch. Jeno rid himself of his clothes, throwing them to the floor as if they were nothing but cheap rags as he buried his cock inside of you fast. He was in a complete trance of sex and need. You still had your corset on, but Jeno decided it didn’t matter anymore now that he had you where he needed you.

“Jeno,” You felt like the corset was constricting your body like one of the lethal snakes you’d came in contact with many of times throughout your life in the forest. Jeno was thrusting his hips at a fast pace, his cock hitting your insides at the perfect angle and making your eyes roll into the back of your head from the euphoric feeling bursting throughout your nervous system. “take it off of me!” You still weren’t used to wearing clothes, and it was the first time you’d ever experienced something as uncomfortable as a corset. You didn’t understand why women would want to wear something so horrid just to get a specific shape to their body. Humans really did confuse you. When he made no effort to pull the corset off of you, you felt yourself start to freak out. “GET IT OFF OF ME!” You screamed, pushing back against Jeno, and letting out another moan from his cock working wonders inside of you. He stopped thrusting when the scent of fright wafted through his air and infiltrated his senses.

“Okay, calm down my love.” He pulled your body from his own, gently pushing you back to be pressed against the bed as his used his strength to rip the silk holding the corset together, his biceps bulging. He plucked the corset out from underneath your chest and tossed it to the floor. “You’re okay, I wouldn’t let anything ever hurt you. It’s just material.” He understood why you freaked out. Whenever he was in his wolf form in the forest, he felt like the rural areas of the kingdom didn’t exist, and he became accustomed to forest life, so he empathised with how you were trying to adjust. You’d lived in the forest your entire lift and knew nothing else, so Jeno could understand why you would freak out over something as small as a piece of material too tight around your chest. You let out a sigh of relief and melted into his hold, his lips pressing soft kisses to your shoulder as his hips rolled into yours in a slower pace. You pushed back into his thrusts, your eyes drifting shut as his pace picked up again, the sound of skin slapping against skin and your sopping walls sucking him in perfectly, echoing around the room and making the heat of the room rise.

“Jenoooo.” You whined as he wrapped his arms around your body, lifting you to be pressed against his strong chest as cock hit new angles inside of you. You gripped onto his hands with yours, your nails digging into his skin so hard that blood trickled down onto the sheets underneath you. Jeno reacted by burying his face into your neck, breathing in your scent, and licking his hot tongue over the permanent mark he’d made on your neck the day you first made love.

“Mine.” He growled, and when his teeth nipped at his claiming mark, your orgasm washed over you with such a euphoric feeling that your body shuddered in his tight hold. Lightning struck behind your eyelids as you bathed in the bliss of the feeling of Jeno’s affection. You felt so sleepy from your high that you went limp in his hold, your head lolling back onto his shoulder as he tensed up. “Going to fill you up.”” His teeth nipped at your earlobe as his voice grumbled lowly, his words causing a small whimper to leave your lips at the thought of his seed spilling inside of you. “You’ll look so fucking beautiful when you’re carrying my baby, the future king or queen of this kingdom.” You knew he didn’t mean his words, well at least not at the moment. It was well known that wolves had a keen need to mate with each other, especially when it was nearing a full moon, the need to continue on with the wolf bloodline and nurture your own babies was so overwhelming sometimes that you could cry from the want of being a mother. But other times you could gag at the sight of children, them being your worst nightmare. Jeno had expressed his want for children only a handful of the times that you’d been intimate, but had made sure to tell you when his head wasn’t swimming with lust that he was happy to wait until you were officially married to start making babies. It was lucky that you were only fertile a handful of days every other month, the wolf breeding different to humans and other species, and you hadn’t experienced any of those days since having met Jeno, so you knew you were in the all clear of pregnancy.

The two of you fell flat on the bed, his breath ghosting over your neck as he panted to catch his breath. He let out a soft laugh and circled his hips into yours once more, eliciting a little mewl from your parted lips and a smile to tug on your lips. He stayed inside of you as he rearranged you both so that you were laying on top of him, your head buried in his chest as your nails scratched lightly at his skin.

“My little princess caused some damage.” Jeno held his wounded hand up to assess the damage that you’d done. It was only weeping with blood now because wolves tended to heal slightly faster than humans. You stared at it and then flicked your eyes back to his own adoring eyes.

“I can cause more damage than that if you get on the wrong side of me.” Jeno let out a loud laugh at your words, his hand coming down to lay on your lower back, the stir of affection pooling inside of you as you stared at his angelic features. His lips were a vibrant red from the abuse your lips had inflicted on them, his hair messy and cheeks tinged pink, the afterglow of sex looking divine on him.

“Get some sleep.” He whispered, his hand trailing with a featherlight touch up your back to play with your hair. You relaxed in his hold, feeling incredibly tired and needing to shut down. “Please don’t worry about anything that happened today with my father, you know you have my protection and forever my love. Rest well my angel.” His soothing voice was enough to have you passed out within minutes.

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It was a few days later, early in the morning when the sun had hardly begun to make it’s ascent in the sky when Jeno woke up, sensing something was wrong. The heaviness he should have felt of you tucked up against his chest was missing, making him alert with panic striking through his veins. He gulped, his chest starting to rise and fall fast as his senses heighted, his palms sweating and his throat feeling like it was closing up. It felt like his head was being held underneath water as his hearing and sight started to blur, his own voice echoing around his head as he sprung up. He grabbed the nearest clothes he could find, throwing on the loose baby blue shirt and black trousers as his legs carried him out of his room. He paused, taking in a deep breath to try and pinpoint your scent, his lungs feeling like they were burning from the weak scent of your body that he could pick up.

“(Y/N)!!!” He bellowed through the echoing halls of the palace, his legs carrying him as fast they possibly could. People started to emerge from the rooms, concerned expressions marred on their faces as they watched the prince stumble down the hall, his body slick with sweat and his skin pale.

“Jeno!” Once Jeno heard the familiar voice of the castle’s wizard, Mark, he turned towards the source of the voice. “Jeno what’s going on?!” He grabbed Jeno as he about to run past him, stopping the panicked prince and holding him firmly by the shoulders.

“I-I don’t know where (Y/N) is.” He stuttered out, gulping down the lump in his throat to allow the air to flow through to his wheezing lungs.

“We’ll find her! Calm down, you know it’s not good for you to get worked up.” He didn’t want to verbally remind Jeno of the time he’d injured Mark’s significant other from getting worked up, but Jeno got the hint. “Can you track her scent?” Jeno nodded, the heat in his body making him lightheaded.

“It’s weak.”

“Track her.” Mark urged him, giving him a gentle push forward. Jeno gulped down his emotions, trying to get your taste on his tongue as he looked at his surroundings. He felt the burning inside of him before he could stop it, and his body suddenly erupted into his wolf form. He sniffed the air, your scent completely overtaking his head and causing his legs to take off before he could even think about it. It was as if he could see your scent, the only colour through his black and white vision sitting above the floor like a vibrant mist. His journey took him through the castle grounds, all the way to the gate. Jisung saw Jeno approaching and had opened the gate, letting Jeno run through as fast as he could. He could feel his heart in his chest, the adrenaline pumping through him like a spark on a trail of gunpowder. Your scent got stronger. He knew he was getting close. But seeing your body hidden behind a pile of barrels on the outskirts of the forest had him changing into a human faster than he ever had. You were peeking over a barrel, staring at the town folk as they went about their normal business. He didn’t care that he was barer than the day he was born as he ran up behind you and pulled your body against his own, your back hitting his chest so hard you let out a grunt.

“I thought you were gone.” He whispered into your neck, his lips scaling over your skin as his hands ran over your body, checking for any injuries. “Never do that again.” He held onto you tightly, relishing in your body heat and scent. You relaxed into his touch, your eyes never leaving the scene in front of you though. Jeno sighed, looking up and following your gaze. “What are you looking at?”

“My brother.” You mumbled, pointing at the tall man stood with a petite lady that had a child sat on her hip. Jeno’s eyes followed your finger and his grip softened on you. “I want to go home.” You turned in his hold, burying your head into his chest and letting out a soft sigh.

“Okay baby.” The trip back to the castle was slow. You both phased into your wolf forms and took a slow run home. It still felt strange for you to call the palace your home, but you knew you had to look to the future and stop dwelling on the past. When you got back into the castle grounds the both of you changed back into your human forms and were met by Mark, who gave you clothes to change into. After you were both dressed, Jeno took your hand into his tightly and directed you back to your shared bedroom, sitting you on the bed and taking his place beside you.

Silences ensued between you both for a few minutes, Jeno waiting for you to speak up first, but you just stared at your hand linked with his own. His hand was considerably larger than your own and fit perfectly in yours. You took a deep breath, exhaling slowly before starting to tell him your story. “My mother left me and my brother when we were young. It was just the two of us alone in the forest until we took a trip to the town. He met a girl, fell in love, and told me that he was going to live his life as a human. He left me alone and today was the first time I’d seen him since he left five years ago.” Your eyes drifted up Jeno’s arm to eventually settle on his face. He was staring at your hands until he noticed that you had started looking at his face. He stared you straight in the eye and gave you a sad smile. “I couldn’t help myself. Now that I live as a human most of the time, I knew I had to see him.”

“You traced his scent?” Jeno asked even though he knew the answer already. You nodded, confirming his suspicions. “You remembered his scent five years later?”

“He’s my only family Jeno, of course I remembered it.” You leaned in, laying your head against his shoulder which took him slightly by surprise. It was often him who had to initiate all displays of affection between the two of you, as you sometimes felt strange putting all of your love into him.

“I’m your family.”

“You’re my mate, there’s a difference.”

“We’ll make our own family.” Jeno moved you around so that his lips were pressed to your neck, his mouth parted and his tongue darting out to trail around in circles on your skin.

“Jeno you never told me your story.” You felt his hand land on your thigh, his fingers slowly massaging at your skin as his tongue pressed harder to your neck.

“You smell so good.” He clearly wasn’t listening, letting his hormones take over his brain to fog up his subconsciousness.

“Jeno.” You said sternly, ignoring the fire that he was causing to ignite in your stomach from the strong scent of hormones he was emitting. He growled into your neck before drawing away from you, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as his eyes scanned your bedroom.

“My father fucked the witch, had Renjun as an illegitimate child that he hid from everyone, until Renjun’s mother told him, Renjun then confronted the king and the king had his mother killed, and then he tried to attack my father. Long story short, I got in the way and ended up being cursed as a wolf until I die. My father had a bounty put on Renjun’s head after Renjun ran away, and you saw me find out about the truth on the day that we met. Any questions?” He licked his bottom lip as he turned his head to stare at you. You gulped as you took in the information, your eyes wide at the drama that had gone on in the castle whilst you were living your life in the forest. It suddenly occurred to you that if Jeno hadn’t been cursed, then he would never have wolf instincts and you wouldn’t have been mates, so in a way you were glad that it had happened, even if you felt horrible selfish for feeling that way.

“Do you regret that it happened?” You leaned in, placing a timid kiss to his parted lips.

“No, it brought me to you…can I put my babies in you now?” He almost growled, dipping his head and running his tongue up your neck, his hormones and wolf instincts fogging up his head so much that he couldn’t supress his need for you. You knew that he didn’t mean his words, but the impending full moon had a huge influence on his instincts, and his head wasn’t thinking before his mouth was talking. You knew that it would be down to you to stop the baby making happening, because males suffer from the influence of the moon worse than females do. You took a deep breath, trying desperately not to succumb to his pleas, but before you could answer, the door swung open and hit the wall. You both glanced up fast, and you could feel the anger and annoyance radiating off of Jeno as he looked to see who had interrupted you.

“Prince Je-” Mark started; his eyes wide as Jeno cut him off with an annoyed bark.

“What?!”

“The King wants you. Now.” Mark’s face looked pale, and his eyes were wide, like he was afraid of something. You tilted your head, furrowing your eyebrows and looking to Jeno.

“Stay here.” He wasn’t asking you; he was telling you, and you didn’t want to piss him off when he was already on edge from the moon.

“He wants to see you both.” Mark gave you a lopsided smile almost as if he was silently apologising. Jeno visibly tensed, his nostrils flaring and his jaw clenching as he tried to suppress his anger.

“Fine.” He gently took your hand, a complete juxtaposition to how his actual mood was, and held onto it tightly as Mark lead you both through the castle halls. You noticed that Mark had his wand in his hand, which caused your head to tilt in confusion. In the whole time you’d been at the castle, you hadn’t once seen Mark use his wand or even have it in his hand as if he was ready to use it, and you’d seen Mark nearly every day of the short amount of time you’d been living there. You narrowed your eyes and stopped dead, feeling Jeno gently tug on your arm as he also stopped, glancing at you in concern. “What’s wrong?”

“Something’s not right.” You had a bad feeling in your gut, and you gulped, trying to fight the inner urge to run and leave the castle. You smelt something suddenly and quickly turned around as if whatever it was were behind you. You glanced around and felt the air leave your lungs in shock as you realised the smell. It was a smell you’d smelt many times in the forest, and it sent shivers down your spine, now it made sense as to why you couldn’t see anything. “There’s a demon in the castle…I can smell it.” Your words had Jeno’s eyebrows knitting together in confusion as he sniffed the air. He narrowed his eyes and shook his head, pulling you firmly. Demons were one of the only creatures of the night that shook you to the core. You knew how dangerous they could be, and even being in the vicinity of one was making you cling onto your mate.

“There isn’t, come on.” You highly doubted Jeno even knew what a demon smelt like, but you weren’t about to argue with him, especially as his grip on your hand became a lot tighter, signalling that even you were starting to irritate him. You both walked after Mark, your heart thudding so hard in your chest you felt like it was going to burst out. Walking into the grand hall, the first thing you noticed was that the King and Queen were perched on their thrones, opposite of the large double wooden doors that you were entering through. The next thing you noticed was that Mark didn’t enter the room, instead he stayed by the door and motioned for you and Jeno to approach his mother and father. Then you took note of all of the knights that lined the outer side of the room, making a makeshift walkway for you both like you were walking up the aisle on your wedding day. Even if Jeno noticed the panic and anxiety radiating off of you, he made no effort to mention it or acknowledgement.

“Nice of you to join us, son.” The King spoke in a sickly-sweet tone putting emphasis on his last word, his lips curling up into a smile that had your stomach swirling. Jeno let go of your hand once you reached the stairs leading up to the thrones, and you reached out to take his hand again but one daring look from the King told you not to.

“What do you want?” Jeno clearly didn’t care to uphold formalities, his tone coming out brash and demanding, like he wasn’t talking to his King. Also he had been interrupted during a time that he didn’t wish to be interrupted, and his excess of hormones flooding throughout his body didn’t make anything easier. The King simply chuckled, nodding his head towards someone out of your line of sight. At the King’s silent request, you felt someone grabbing you from behind, two pairs of hands taking one arm each and holding you tightly. Jeno reacted immediately, about to tear their hands off for touching his mate when he was grabbed himself and forced to kneel on the carpets.

“What are you doing?! Let her go!!!” He roared, his voice echoing through the hall like he was the only person occupying the room. You struggled against their hands, desperately looking to Jeno as they pushed you hard onto your knees. You wanted to change into your wolf form, at least that way you at least stood a chance, but before you could the King piped up.

“If either of you change into your mutt forms. I’ll have all of my men behead her in front of you.”

“Father! Please don’t do this!” Jeno resorted to pleading, his entire body starting to quiver in fear and repressed power. He was trying so hard not to change, he always struggled with his emotions causing his body to react before his brain could, but your life was on the line.

“I told you not to make a decision you’d regret.” The King stood up but made no effort to move from his spot. “Now’s your last chance Jeno. Make it quick.”

“I choose her! I don’t care if you disown me and kick me out. I’d rather that than lose her.” Jeno glanced at you, his eyes glistening as they glowed amber, his inner wolf ready to burst out. Your bottom lip wobbled as you held back tears, seeing your mate in distress was causing you distress, and you felt touched that he chose you over everything he’d ever known. You’d only known him for just over two weeks, yet he was choosing you because his instincts wouldn’t let him live if he chose otherwise.

“Who said anything about disowning you or kicking you out? No no my sweet boy.” The King laughed sinisterly, his smirk growing as he stared down at his son. “I wouldn’t do that to you, you’re my son!” He turned his head towards the guards holding you and nodded his head once more, his face falling into one of no emotion. “Kill her.”

“NO!” Jeno couldn’t hold it in any longer, and his body ripped into his enormous wolf form that had the knights holding onto him flying across the floor from the power. He let out a loud growl as he turned towards you, but by the time he had his eyes on you, one of the guards had their dagger to your throat. The cold blade pressed so tightly against your neck that you felt hot blood trickle down your chest, but it didn’t hurt, you had too much adrenaline rushing through you. As Jeno’s eyes focused on the scarlet liquid running down your throat, he swore to himself he would rip anyone to shreds that hurt you. All the surrounding knights drew their swords and pointed them towards you and Jeno, circling you like a pack of hungry wolfs about to devour a deer, only you never thought you’d be the deer of the situation. Your body was shaking, terror quaking your soul when you realised this could be the end. All because fate made the Prince of the Kingdom your mate.

Everything went silent and still as an emerald green light flew through the hall, it light up the room like a fire and hit a group of knights with such a hard impact that it sent them flying into the opposing wall. You couldn’t see what was going on, as you were being held so tightly, but you heard shouting and saw many more sparks in an array of colours flying through the air. Suddenly you were thrown to the floor, your body hitting the cold tiles hard, but it didn’t stop you from jumping up and taking a stance beside Jeno. You looked over towards the door where the sparks were coming from and you saw Mark holding his wand out with Renjun beside him, and Jisung on his other side. Renjun had his wand drawn, and Jisung’s eyes were glowing golden. Jeno had informed you before that Jisung was a dragon, but you had yet to see his other form, you’d heard stories about dragons and wondered if he could even fit in the grand hall in his dragon form. You soon found out, as Jisung’s body was swallowed up in flames and in his place grew a dragon that nearly touched the untouchably high ceiling. He used his tail and swiped at many knights, knocking them all to the floor hard enough that they didn’t get back up again. The other knights didn’t last long, as Renjun and Mark took most of them out, and Jeno lunged at the ones who had been holding onto you. You turned your head away, but the sounds of their bloodcurdling screams didn’t last long once Jeno had gotten his teeth into their necks.

Mark and Renjun rushed to you both, leaving Jisung in the entrance of the room to stop anyone else from entering. The King’s eyes went as wide as a full moon, his mouth opening and parting in shock at the sight of his runaway bastard, he also knew that he had no one to protect him now that all of his knights were either unconscious or dead.

“R-Renjun?” The King stuttered out, his fists clenching tightly as he looked at you all.

“Hello Father, did you miss me?” Renjun smirked, gripping his wand tighter as the thought of revenge for the death of his mother played on his mind. The King’s jaw tightened, and his eyes darted to the boy stood beside Renjun.

“Mark, how could you betray me like this?! You will be hung for this, after I hang your little bitch of a maid first.” He sneered, still thinking he had the right to throw his orders around despite being outnumbered.

“I was never hired to help you. My specific orders were to make sure your son was safe. I’m just doing as I’m told your highness.” Mark deadpanned, unaffected by the threat of being hanged. You looked over at Jeno, seeing how the fur on his back was rising as he growled. Without any more being said, he took off, running at his father with his teeth bared. But he suddenly stopped dead. The King had withdrawn a knife, and had the Queen in his arms, the shining blade pressed against her throat.

“One more move Jeno and your mother’s blood will be spilling on the floor.” The King said lowly with so much threat in his voice that it sent shivers down your spine. Jeno whimpered, his undying love for his mother ceasing all of his plans to kill his father. She looked panicked in his hold, her hands gripping tightly at his arm as large tears rolled down her pink cheeks. You would never have expected the King to turn on his own wife, but the evil glint in his eye proved to you that he had completely lost his mind, mad with power at his sons’ defiance. The King was too busy staring his son in the eye that he didn’t notice Renjun raise his wand. The spell hit the King in face, the magic black as night and not giving the King any chance to dodge it. The knife fell to the floor with an echoing clang, the Queen breaking free of her husband’s hold and running down the stairs to her son’s side. The King staggered back, his hands coming to his throat as he struggled to breathe, his mouth gasping for breath until his face turned purple, which quickly turned to an icy blue, just before he collapsed to his knees, and fell face fire onto the floor, lifeless.

Renjun had gotten his revenge, and he couldn’t stop the smirk that tugged at his lips as he saw the man who took his mother’s life away, dead on the floor in front of his own throne.

“Jeno!” You rushed to him as his body shrank back into his human form. His body sweating and his skin looking paler than you’d ever seen as he stared at the body of his father. You wrapped your arms around him and buried your head into his neck, hoping that your scent would calm him down, which it did, and he visibly relaxed in your hold.

“Baby…” He whispered, burrowing his nose in your hair, and inhaling your scent, thanking all the gods that ever lived that he wasn’t holding your lifeless body. He held you tightly, his chest rising and falling fast as he tried to catch his breath. You were still in mild shock at what had happened, and your neck was starting to hurt from the minor cut you had received, but it wasn’t bleeding anymore thankfully. Once Jeno had ran his hands all over your body to check for anymore injuries and had declared you safe, he turned his head to Mark and Renjun, also noticing that Jisung had changed back into his human form, covering himself up with Mark’s cloak that he’d passed to him clearly to keep his pride intact. “Renjun, how did you…?” He couldn’t find the words, but Renjun knew what he was implying.

“Mark has known where I’ve been since he started working here. He came to me and told me that you were in danger…I didn’t even think about it, I had to be here for you.” Jeno felt his eyes brimming with tears, the lump in his throat almost choking him as he stared at his brother. He no longer cared that he’d cursed him for life, because it brought him to you, and because in the end, Renjun, the person he’d grown up besides, was his brother, and he knew he should be happy about it. He then looked at Mark and raised an eyebrow, silently asking the question that was playing on your mind too.

“I had heard from someone that the King was planning on killing (Y/N), I knew I couldn’t take him down on my own, and you’re a big bundle of fur and emotions so you couldn’t do it alone,” He ignored the scowl that Jeno gave him as he said that. “So I got Renjun, however…I didn’t think it would escalate this much.” Jeno gulped and smiled, grateful that he had people who would put their own lives at risk for his life and his happiness.

“What about Jisung? Why is he here?” The Queen asked quietly, not happy that they brought the young boy into something that would surely turn into a fight, her maternal instincts flaring over the boy who wasn’t even her own son.

“I heard Mark talking to his girlfriend about it and there was no way I was being left out!” He grinned from ear to ear, clearly excited about the whole thing.

“Mother, did you know that father was planning this?” Jeno stayed sitting on the floor so that his mother didn’t see his private parts, he still wanted to keep his modesty. You clung onto him tightly, your hand rubbing his arm slowly to keep his emotions stable. The Queen shook her head with wide eyes, gasping at the question.

“Of course I didn’t, if I had then I would have warned you to run away. Nothing I could have said to him would have changed his mind, but at least I could have potentially saved your lives.” She took off her own cloak and handed it to Jeno, letting him lay it over his lap to hide himself better.

“Jeno.” Mark called out, gaining everyone’s attention as he walked past everyone over to the King’s body, picking up the golden crown from the floor by his head. “You know that this makes you the King, don’t you?” Jeno hadn’t even thought of that, and his mouth popped open in shock. Then it dawned on him, and he shook his head quickly.

“No. Renjun is the Kings son too, and he’s older than me. That crown belongs to him.” You could feel Jeno’s muscles tensing underneath your palms, indicating that he was getting uncomfortable. You weren’t sure how royalty worked, so you had no idea if what Jeno was saying was correct or not.

“But I’m a bastard Jeno, the Queen isn’t my mother…you have more of a claim to the throne than me.” Renjun’s eyes widened as he stared at the crown.

“You killed him, it’s yours.” Jeno argued softly, shaking his head as he glanced down at your delicate hands on his skin, letting his head hang. Renjun walked up to Mark, taking the crown from him, and inspecting it in his hands. He shook his head, walking up to Jeno and placing it on his younger brother’s head with a smile.

“You always wanted it, it’s yours Jeno.” He placed his hand on Jeno’s shoulder and patted it gently. Jeno looked up with wide, innocent eyes brimming with tears. You could see how much Jeno wanted that crown, and you had no idea that he was that desperate for it until that moment. “I always thought that King Jeno sounded a lot better than Prince Jeno anyway.”

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A week later Jeno was coronated as King. The entire Kingdom rejoiced that the cruel King was dead and replaced with his son. The Queen had decided to stay in the castle, but she gave up her title as Queen to live a peaceful life, now ready to enjoy watching her son rule the Kingdom. Jeno had introduced you to the Kingdom as his Queen, but you weren’t officially the Queen until you married him, but neither of you cared for that yet, and that didn’t stop Jeno from putting the Queen’s crown on your head. The full moon came and went fast, and both of you had recovered from it with ease. Jeno had fucked you in your bedroom until the sun came up to release the pent-up instincts lingering inside you both, keeping you both away from the moonlight in an attempt to stop your bodies changing. It felt strange not going on a run in your wolf form during the full moon, but you’d both agreed to do that on the full moon after, since this was your first one as mates so you couldn’t take your hands off of each other.

Renjun had returned to the castle with his girlfriend, the bounty over his head completely abolished so he could live safely and peacefully in the castle where he was raised. Jeno had appointed him as his right-hand man, letting Mark keep his position as the castle’s wizard. It couldn’t hurt to have two wizards on hand, and Jeno was more than happy that he’d let go of his past anger towards Renjun and was instead loving having a big brother. The past four months had gone by like a dream, and you were still in mild shock at how much your life had changed just from protecting strangers in the forest from the man you now cuddled up to every night in bed.

As you stood on one of the castles balconies staring out at the setting sun as it shone across the Kingdom, you couldn’t help but let your eyes drift towards the forest to the side of the Kingdom, a soft sigh leaving your lips as you watched the shadows dance around amongst the trees. You sensed Jeno approaching you from behind before you felt him. His arms wrapped around your waist from behind silently, and he pressed a kiss to the back of your neck before settling his chin on your shoulder, staring out at his Kingdom with his love in his arms. You felt comfortable, like nothing could harm you when you were wrapped in his strong embrace.

“Do you want to go on a run tonight?” He spoke quietly in your ear, nibbling on your earlobe playfully and giving you a tender squeeze. You giggled and leaned your head back against him, humming in contentment.

“Can we stay here?” You lifted your head up when he made a strange noise in confusion, his eyes widening at your request.

“But you love going on runs?” He couldn’t quite understand why you’d choose staying in the confinements of the castle over running free and stretching your legs in your wolf form.

“I can’t change forms Jeno. Not for a while.” You whispered, slowly taking his hands from around you and instead placing them both on your flat abdomen. Jeno’s eyebrows knitted together as he thought over the reasons why wolfs can’t change forms. But the only one that poked out amongst the options was one that had the wolf inside of him yearning for you and causing his face to nuzzle into your neck more.

“How long have you known?” He rubbed his hands against your stomach gently, the pride inside of him making him feel like he was on top of the world at finding out about the baby he’d gifted you both with. He had noticed that your scent had changed recently, but he hadn’t thought much of it, as he didn’t know what a pregnant wolf would smell like.

“Not long, I assume it happened on the last full moon…I know this is a lot faster than we planned but it’s only natural for us to move fast, it isn’t about what our minds want-”

“It’s about what our hearts want.” Jeno cut you off and took the words right out of your mouth. You smiled and melted into his hold. “It’s also hard to control your urges, I’ve found it a lot harder to resist things since living like this.”

“I wouldn’t know any different.” You giggled, staring out at the courtyard of the castle.

“I much pr-” Jeno started talking but you cut him off quickly, gasping loudly and pointing out at one of the wooden doors that lead to the inside of the castle.

“There!” Jeno was on high alert now, his eyes following to where you were pointing, but he couldn’t see anything.

“What is it?” You started to shiver in his hold, your hand trembling as you gently pulled it in against your chest with your heart racing faster than it does when you go running in your wolf form. You continued to stare at the door as it swung open once more, before closing again, but there was no one opening and closing it. Jeno then noticed the door moving with no one making it move, his breath hitching in his throat as he dared to speak. “How is the door doing that on its own?”

“It’s not doing it on its own…” You whispered, dragging your eyes away to turn around and look Jeno in the eye.

“But…what could be doing that then without us being able to see it?” He frowned in confusion; worry littered across his face as he stared down at your own worried expression. You took a deep breath, knowing you were right all along about what you’d smelt on the day the King died.

“A demon.”

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(Wow it’s been so long since I posted Renjun’s part so sorry about that! Anyway I hope this isn’t flop city like the other two parts lol. I hope you enjoyed it and I’m so sorry about how fast paced this was and how much smut there was, but it’s vital to the story! Love you, thanks for reading and as per usual, feedback is wanted! If you reblog this pleeeease write your thoughts in the tags, as I check every reblog and get sad when I see no taggies. Also let me know if you spotted the hint in this story about the next story ;) Thanks!)

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Little Blue Eyes

A brief follow-up to this. Eleanor visits Michael during his reforming.

She had to hand it to Jason. If anyone had told her that it was possible to break a Janet out of Hell and get her away from an army of demons using just a Molotov, a single demon exploder gun, and a bag of weed, she’d have been very sceptical. But somehow he managed to bring their not-a-girl home, riding back in that hand-cart, grinning away as if he’d gone to a Jaguars game with her.

That was one problem dealt with. Now only a billion others to sort out.

As overjoyed as she’d been to see Janet back, safe and sound, she hadn’t been looking forward to reliving the most awful night of the year by explaining to her why their tall, dandy dressed demon wasn’t at her side, or hadn’t gone to save her.

It was easier to hand her the note that Michael had wrote (or possibly snapped into being after she slammed the door as she was sure even he couldn’t write that fast) before he’d pulled the trigger on himself.

I’m sorry.

I don’t want you to be worrying about how I might betray you or let you down again. If I’m locked up, you’re just going to worry that I’ve escaped. Just leave me in a tank on the other side of the map, or in Janet’s void if you bring her back, or just leave me in the Bad Place. If anything I just wanna ask that you make sure I’m all in there as I’d rather not come back shorter. Also if you can make sure no dogs are around to lap me up, I’d appreciate it.

I only ever wanted to save you all. I’m sorry I did nothing but screw up. I understand if you don’t want me back in the group after I’m back to normal. Please just get Janet back safe, even if it does mean going to the Judge. And give my best to Chidi when he wakes up.

I wasn’t lying about one thing; I really do love you all so much. I’m sorry it could never be enough.

Michael.

Reading the goo-stained letter with shaking hands, she’d struggled not to burst into tears of anger or throw up. Standing in the middle of the empty room, her friend dripping all around her, she’d wanted to scream at him for this being his best attempt to make things up to her - to forking leave her! To take the cowards way out.

Being angry was so much easier than accepting the guilt of what she had said to him before that moment. Of questioning if she had gone too far...if she’d just taken a moment to listen to him...Usually the dude had trouble shutting the fork up but that night, all he’d done is stand there and take everything she threw at him...until there was nothing left standing. Literally.

If she’d had any idea he would do something so reckless and stupid then of course she would never have said...

But you did know. You knew exactly what he was prepared to do to help you, if it’s what you said you needed. What you wanted.

She never wanted this, she admits to herself, barely a couple months later.

Running this experiment basically single-handed was...not overly difficult. In fact, she was pretty confident in saying they were doing okay, considering the circumstances.

But it still sucked. She was alone. Again.

Obviously there was no way she was going to have Michael’s goo abandoned in some random, isolated location. She was mad at the guy but she wasn’t a monster...so she told herself. At the same time, she couldn’t give up the role he’d thrusted upon her by suddenly taking up the role of nurse-maid, as hot as she might have looked in the uniform. He’d chosen to do this so she could work without distractions. Without a liability.

“He sacrificed himself to save me. We’re on our own now. Let’s make it count.”

Just get the fork on with things, same as before. No point in looking back.

Tahani is the one who volunteers. She’s able to separate herself from the other humans without causing too much suspicion, claiming the need for a private getaway up in the hills, deep in the valley, a hidden fancy lodge by a stream, surrounded by peaceful deer and mountains. Definitely not Eleanor’s scene, anything involving the wilderness or even resembling camping.

By the time Eleanor sees her off on a private car Derek conjured up, Michael’s goo already reached its first form. The blind, helpless demon larva showed no signs of awareness of his surroundings, curling up as small as possible, malleable as Tahani swaddled him in her fluffiest blanket. Eleanor was almost impressed at how quickly the sexy giraffe had overcome being grossed out at the slimy, squidgy creature, able to look almost maternal as she carried him into the car. And she made sure to say as much.

Tahani’s heavy hearted response would stick with Eleanor for the next few weeks; “I didn’t reassure him when he asked us if we could ever be friends with a gross monster. Best I can do is show him how much we truly care.”

Ouch. Way to kick her in the girl-nads.

“You sure you’ll be okay?”

“I’ve helped out in multiple animal sanctuaries and used to fly out to work with deprived children with my dear friend Angelina...But this is definitely new territory for me.” She’d said as she looked over the larva demon, making the tiniest cooing noise in his sleep (or what they assumed was sleep). “I’ll try my best.”

That was all any of them could do. She’d contemplated attempting to speak to the larva Michael in her arms. What could she possibly say? Could he even understand her?

She was still angry. And yet it was difficult to connect the anger towards the one who abandoned her to the pathetic looking being in the blanket. Best to save all those harsh words on the tip of her tongue for when he was back to being tall and slappable.

Is he really the one you want to slap?

The question comes back to haunt her more frequently each night that follows, whenever she thinks back on that night, or wonders how the two of them are doing. She and Tahani send letters often via the birds who are happy to act as messengers. They just have to be careful none of the humans intercept them. She lets her gorgeous friend know how the experiment is going and Tahani offers her tips on how to improve John, in particular. Every time she goes to write ‘how is Michael?’ she erases it, chest tightening. Tahani tells her anything important.

The slug monster form that follows the larva is a lot more challenging, she reports. He’s now the size of a Tibetan huskie and just as hungry.

I just let him roam the fields and eat what he can find. Sometimes I have to pull him in on a leash if he doesn’t tire himself out, otherwise I worry he’ll slither off in the night. I try to talk to him but he just grunts or roars at me until I tell him off. I was a little worried he might try to eat me but I found playing music - 80′s classics, mostly - calms him down and makes him rather docile. I don’t think he knows quite who I am or remembers anything. Perhaps it’s like when Janet is rebooted? He may need time to restore his memories, as she did.

Oh, darn, I must finish - he’s in the rose bush again!

Sometimes the image of her prim socialite friend trying to restrain a two-hundred-pound slug monster is so hilarious she can’t help but laugh. Other times she feels more guilt tugging at her soul to go lend a hand.

Is Michael really little more than an animal, in his head, right now? She’s hardly proved herself the best at pet care, though it sounded like Michael overeating was the least of their worries. It pained her to imagine what his head must be going through right now. Is he scared? Confused? Lost? Does he have any emotions other than the instinct to feed?

Does he still blame himself? Does he miss her as much as she...?

The more she sits in that chair in the office, the smaller she feels. It doesn’t belong to her; she’s merely filling it in while he’s gone. She has lunch in silence, remembering the jokes they used to share, the games of trying to aim food in the others mouth across the desk. She remembers him snapping a margarita for her when he knew she needed it most. She remembers his hand on her shoulder. She remembers him finding her at her lowest point, when everyone else had doubted her, turned their backs.

She remembers him, always there. And now she’s lost him.

Was wanting him gone over a stupid lie really worth all of this?

When Jason returns with Janet, on the same day she’s hesitating whether to jump on the nearest unicorn and head towards the mountains, she takes it as a sign. She has no excuse to stay away now - not with Janet back to watch over things, though she’ll probably be paying Michael a visit soon too.

She rides up on the train Janet conjures for her, saving her from trying to figure out how to ride a unicorn without breaking her neck. Something tells her she might have more luck at taming a slug monster than her British friend, not that she has any experience, just a few encounters with the grosser men in Arizona. Besides, it was Michael, at the end of the day. Their Michael.

The same Michael willing to sacrifice himself to help a bunch of cockroaches.

It’s such an idyllic landscape she arrives at. A total holiday card photo, without the snow. Nothing but grass and trees for miles before a backdrop of purple mountains. She looks around, seeing the evidence of devoured flower gardens and broken fences. At least the solid, oak cabin by the stream stood in tact, smoke billowing from the chimney.

Eleanor is so focused on keeping her eyes peeled for a rampaging slug monster that she almost fails to spot the little person sat on the front step of the veranda.

She frowns. That has to be the whitest child she’s ever laid eyes on. Granted most kids growing up in Phoenix were smothered in fake tan before they were three by their moms, but this is something else. The kid has long white hair, half-plaited, down to the shoulders of the cream dress she’s wearing. Her skin is so pale it’s nearly translucent. Fork, is she looking at an actual ghost?

Wait...She’s a ghost. That really shouldn’t freak her out.

There’s just something so eerie about the little girl, from her sickly appearance to how weirdly quiet she is for...However old she is. Six? Seven? Thirteen? Eleanor really knows nothing about kids, just that they’re usually much louder than this one, sat alone, playing with a set of shining...

Oh.

“Michael?”

The kid looks away from the chain of a paperclips they were linking, gazing up at Eleanor on the gravel path. As soon as she sees their eyes, she has her answer. Even without a pair of glasses, she’d recognise those sparkling blue eyes anywhere. It’s only then that she remembers the third form.

Spooky little girl.

Though far less spooky than she imagined. More...sad.

Despite her surprise, she tries to smile, not knowing how badly she needed to see those eyes look at her again after this past month.

“Hey, buddy. How’re you feeling?” She starts to approach.

The kid drops the paperclips and jumps up to their feet, beginning to tremble terribly, eyes wide as saucers.

Eleanor stops. Is he afraid? Of her?

“Michael? D’you remember me? It’s Eleanor, dude..”

“‘Hani!” The child cries turning and running inside the cabin. Fork, she knew was bad with kids, but shirt! Eleanor rushes in to follow, unable to hold back.

She enters the cosily furnished cabin to see the pale girl run up to the leg of the six foot beauty standing at the stove and cling to her skirt for dear life.

Tahani looks over from the pot of spaghetti, face fearful at first before lighting up when she spots her friend stood in the foyer.

“Eleanor! What a lovely surprise.” She beams, turning the stove off; “I’m so glad you decided to visit.”

“Wow...You’re kinda rocking the whole rustic single mom look here, babe.” Eleanor says, looking around the place, everything making her feel so warm and comforted from the open fireplace to the heavy air of recently baked bread.

Tahani looks down to her charge hanging onto her dress, reaching down to pick the little fingers off carefully.

“Well, it was rather nice to have a project to myself, and Derek was surprisingly helpful. Everything else I acquired myself, having learned to survive in the wild from a well known ‘Bear’ friend of mine.” She holds the kid’s hands and bends down to their eye level; “Michael, sweetheart, look who’s come to visit. Remember Eleanor?”

The demon child whimpers, throwing their arms around Tahani’s neck and hiding in her luscious dark hair.

Eleanor bites her lip; “He’s a lot more shy than the slug monster, I take it.”

“Oh, I don’t understand. They were fine with Jason this morning, they were playing video games for hours - he and Janet teleported over briefly to check in on us. So glad they got back safe.”

So Jason gets a teleport but she takes the train? The first time she’s not an immortal being’s favorite to spoil.

Eleanor shuffles her feet, trying not to feel wounded at how terrified her friend currently is of her, when apparently there was no issue with Jason. But then, Jason makes it difficult for anyone to dislike him. Eleanor makes it an open invitation.

The kid whispers something to Tahani that causes the woman to pick them up.

“Oh, darling, don’t be silly.” She responds, rubbing their back; “That was just a nightmare.”

“Nightmare?” Eleanor asks. Is she the stuff of nightmares?

Tahani eventually convinces the pale kid to go back outside to continue playing while she catches up with Eleanor.

Questions Tahani has about the experiment and the subjects get quickly brushed aside. Eleanor is unable to focus on anything but the image of Michael’s eyes looking at her with so much fear. When Tahani hands her a fresh cup of cofffee, she wants to stick her hand in it, just to scold herself for the sake of it.

“He’s having nightmares? I mean...she’s having...” Eleanor frowns.

“I find it easier to use ‘they/them’, which Michael seems to prefer as well, currently.” Tahani explains; “Most of the time, they’re a calm, affectionate child. Such a welcome change from the beast I was putting up with a fortnight ago, as much as they grew on me. It’s just at night, while their brain is still reforming and all these memories are flooding back...It can be rather distressing. Trust me, it’s heart-breaking just to see them crying and screaming...”

She can’t imagine that recalling centuries of brutally torturing innocents along with the knowledge of why that was wrong is easy for anyone, least of all in the form of a small girl, creepy or not.

“Honestly, the creepiest I’ve encountered so far is them levitating at the end of my bed - and that’s usually when they’re just looking for a cuddle.”

Eleanor smiles a little, Michael never was the best at being a truly ‘frightening’ demon.

“And I’m in these nightmares?”

Tahani sighs; “I suppose the memories of their last night are mixed up with everything else. They just...were worried you were here to say something mean or...you wanted them gone.”

Fork-sake.

“I never wanted this, Tahani. I never wanted him to...Shirt, I didn’t even think he could, but...” She struggles to hold back tears; “I shouldn’t have come. I’ve just made him...Them more upset. Fork knows what I’d be in for if I stayed for the Teenage Boy phase. He’d probably set my hair on fire as payback.”

Bratty Michael in his fully grown form had been enough to handle. A hormonal one with amnesia was a whole other level.

“Eleanor. Just go talk to them.” Tahani presses; “This whole distancing thing you two are doing to deal with your falling out is dangerous. You’re not going to fix anything by staying away from them. As I kept telling my good friend Courtney when she had a row with my other friends, Lisa and Jennifer - you just need to communicate!”

“Babe, they’re afraid to even be alone with me.” She’s the monster under the bed now. All because she took one sin he committed to heart and forgot about all the good he’d done for her that outweighed it.

“Then stay, there’s plenty of room. Even if it means we swap and you stay here and I return to help with the experiment. Either way, this needs to be sorted out. I don’t believe demons are supposed to be this upset during their growth...You could help with that.”

Can she? She’s not the nurturing type, like her hot friend. She melted her own doll in the microwave as a kid. And she unwittingly talked her own demon bestie into exploding himself.

Tahani’s hand squeezing her wrist gives her some strength.

“...Okay. I’ll try.” she meets her eyes; “Is Michael the only one allowed to snuggle in bed with you when they’re scared?”

Ten minutes later, she goes to find the creepy girl outside, this time sat among the flowers, being far more gentle with them than her previous slug form was.

Eleanor approaches slowly.

“Michael? Buddy?”

The kid gasps, standing up again and flinching back. Eleanor raises her palm.

“Please don’t run away. I promise I won’t hurt you...and I won’t be mad.” She says, soft as she can manage, getting down to the ground; “And I’m not gonna make you go away anywhere. I just wanna chat...That ok?”

Michael doesn’t look too convinced, glancing over at the cabin. Looking for the one constant they’ve had, who’s been here for them, caring for them. Where Eleanor should have been, at least sometimes.

Okay. Time for the trump card.

“I got you something. Tahani said you have trouble sleeping. I thought maybe this guy could help?” She produces the minion toy from behind her back.

Michael’s eyes sparkle and he instantly reaches out to take it.

“So ugly!” They cheer, hugging it to their front.

Eleanor chuckles. Still so easily impressed.

“Can’t argue there...Also, I picked up those paperclips of yours. Did you know you can do this with them?” She holds up the chain; “Gimmie your wrist a minute.”

Michael frowns, hiding behind the toy a little.

“I won’t bite, dude. Kids are way too gross to eat. You’re too stringy and bony.” She wrinkles her nose.

They blink at her before slowly holding out their wrist. Eleanor takes the paperclips and links them around Michael’s arm, forming a bracelet.

The child gasps, clearly thinking they’ve seen it for the first time; “Holy motherforking shirtballs.”

“Damn, you kiss Tahani with that mouth?” That must have been another residue memory tucked away.

Michael sneers; “Kissing is gross.”

“It’s pretty weird if you think about it, yeah.” She concedes, glad they’re at least talking, as much conversation as she can have with a billion year old immortal that’s lost their mind as they regrow in the body of a haunting little girl; “...What about hugs? You like them, right?”

The kid nods, eagerly.

“...Maybe I could have one, someday? If we can be friends? I’d like that...” More than they could know right now. More than anything else, even having Chidi remember her. This...This is just as painful, because she can’t be sure if this is fixable.

Eleanor crosses her legs as she sits, facing her friend.

“I’m so sorry, Michael. I know...you don’t understand that right now but...I’m sorry for why you’re scared of me...I wouldn’t ever wanna hurt you. Please believe me.”

Trust me? God, she’s such a hypocrite.

The kid eyes her, up and down, before turning to the flowers. They bend down, picking a few up into a small bouquet of daisies. Michael turns and hands it out to her.

“Oh...Uhh....Thanks...” Eleanor reaches for them.

Michael’s blue eyes flash red. The flowers burst into flames.

“Forking shirt!” Eleanor jumps.

And still the kid holds them out; “Pretty, right?”

A heartfelt laugh tumbles out of her; “...I can tell Jason’s been here.” Or maybe that was part of her friend’s demon nature. Either way, it was adorable. “Thank you, Michael.” she says, taking the flaming daisies. “You know...if you want, I could show you how to make chains out of these? We could make a crown for Tahani?”

“And ones for me and you?” Michael asks, hopeful.

Eleanor’s lip quivers, a sudden lump in her throat. She reaches out to run her palm over her friend’s white hair, soft as it’s always been; “Yeah...Me and you too, bud.”

#rose says she can't fix things #then immediately writes something to fix it #as weird as this is #like borderline crack fic #but still works within the canon #fluffy angst #hellstrop brotp fic #michael x tahani sistp #genderfluid michael #hints of future cottagecore teleanor? we'll see

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readingsbylibramc · 3 years ago

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birth chart reading for @m4gn3tic

hello! welcome to your reading. I’m gonna give you a quick overview of what I’m going to analyze about your natal chart. feel free to ask me anything if something isn’t clear, of course. you’ll find out your dominants’ influence on your persona, your physical appearance, impression on others and the way you approach the world; your ego, identity, the real you; your reactions, your desires, inner emotions; your way of expressing your feelings, your mind and ideas; your desires and approach to love; your energy tank, instincts and temperament; in-depth analysis of each house with their rulers and analysis of heavy aspects; love life + soulmates/karmic partners interpretation; your relationship with your friends; your family life; your approach to career and work in general + possible jobs suggestion; your style, fashion sense analysis; life purpose and past life description; basic transits’ analysis to describe your current mood and, last but not least, your secret skills, how to make the most out of your soul and manifest what you desire based on your birth chart.

🦋 chart shape, dominants

your chart is a seesaw shape. your life focuses on different ideals and interests, often constrasting between each other. from one side, this gives you the ability to be adaptable and find solutions easily. on the other hand, you may struggle with balance; for example, you might find yourself dedicating your life to your relationships, neglecting your ego or viceversa. you need to learn how to harmonize these energies.

your dominant planets are venus, the moon and the sun. you are definitely a very creative individual, you have an eye for aesthetics and you're probably very artsy as well. you are confident and you have a very charismatic personality, people usually look up to you, even though you could sometimes be quite stubborn and sensitive to criticism.

your dominant sign is taurus. you're a chill person, you prefer staying at home instead of going out and partying. you are quite stubborn, but that's because you're passionate about your ideas and beliefs. you prefer trying and take action, even if you risk to hurt yourself, instead of just standing still and observing. you find comfort helping others; it's a way to feel satisfied both with others and yourself, as you like proving your skills and talents.

your dominant element is fire. you have a warm heart, even though it may be covered by your confidence and independence. in fact, you always strive for the first place. people may be intimidated by your presence, as you're a serious competitor. thanks to this competitive nature of yours you may be very positive and optimistic, making you a good and supportive friend/partner.

🌎 ascendant in sagittarius, 22° / 3rd decan ruled by jupiter and the sun

you see the world as an adventure. I feel like you typically don’t relate to sagittarius ascendant stereotypes; sag risings are usually very happy-go-lucky, they smile often, but pluto being conjunct to it may change things a bit. you’re more of a loner, you’re not as extroverted as other sagittariuses. you may relate more to scorpio rising, actually. ironically, you often look sad or angry. you have a knack for philosophy, and your favourite is most probably ‘you only live once’. you tame dying before making the amount of experiences you want to have in your life, hence you could even be impulsive sometimes. you’re the type to always be up to crack a joke or anything that can make you and others smile, yet when someone gets against you, it’s over for them. you have quite of a sharp tongue, you’re pretty blunt and straight-forward. in fact, you may often get in troubles due to your impulsiveness, which may be misunderstood. you have an incredible charm to you; it’s not like taurus’ or libra’s, those are more related to physical traits. sagittarius people, on the other hand, are surely very talented at something; maybe, at school you were one of the best students, and everyone recognized it and appreciated you for that; people understand your potential, and you may often receive compliments for your skills. basically, your personality is charismatic. due to pluto being conjunct the ascendant, I feel like you may even struggle too much with pessimism during your first years, but in case you are, you shouldn’t be. jupiter is also your dominant planet, and it’s willing to give you the best of luck if you respect its themes. hence, you need to have faith in the universe and be optimistic. try to look more at the positive sides in life and even in people. physically, sagittarius is all about abundance, hence you may have trouble losing weight. you could have big bones, or at least something bigger on your body that doesn’t make you look like a model. you’re more on the thick side, in fact you probably have a wide bone structure, with wider hips and/or thick thighs. you could also have wide shoulders, and something big and memorable on your face as well. maybe you have a very distinctive nose, or perhaps your eyes are almond-shaped. your forehead and lips could be pretty wide as well. I’ve also noticed that sagittarius people have a very lively sparkle in their eyes, even though they may be very dark. it’s like having two/three tiny diamonds at the centre of each of your eyes. last but not least, you may have freckles and very curly, or at least thick, hair. you may also have very dark hair / features in general, and perhaps you have long limbs too.

gemini venus opposite sagittarius ascendant: this aspect makes you more sociable and prone to interact with people. you’re also most probably very attractive, people are naturally drawn to you. the downside of this placement is that you may suffer from self-esteem issues, as you really care about others’ impression of you. maybe you’re a little bit clumsy too. it’s easy for you to gain popularity, but be careful as it’s not always good. popularity brings scandals too, so people you see in your everyday life could possibly start gossips around you. the good thing about this aspect is that you emanate loyalty, so you usually choose loyal and trust-worthy partners. this placement may also bring issues and problems in marriage with your future partner, even though I don’t think it’s your case. your venus is well-placed, so I don’t think there’ll be serious problems.

sagittarius ascendant square virgo jupiter: you probably learn a lot from people around you. you're most likely surrounded by wise, spiritual and possibly foreign individuals in your life. they help you to grow up, both spiritually and mentally. this placement also softens your introverted plutonian image, making you look more outgoing and approachable. you're also very open-minded, and you rarely have prejudices. the downside to this placement is that you may be depend too much on your friends or lovers, especially when it comes to your beliefs. you're easy to influence, and you may change your mind often if others disagree with you. you could possibly have high expectations from others, creating a false idea of those who surround you. at least, you're aware of your abilities and you have the potential to make the most out of them, but you're modest about it. you don't come off as bossy, as other jupiter - asc aspects would.

sagittarius ascendant conjunct sagittarius pluto: pluto, combined with your sagittarius rising makes you look a little bit naive. people may try to take advantage of you, and to defend yourself you tend to become bossy. you’re really competitive, and feel the constant need to prove others’ wrong, even though it’s not the best way to do it. in your life, you could encounter lots of enemies that may try to stop you from transforming yourself. or maybe, your grandfather is an authoritative figure in your life and in your family’s in general, and his influence has a big impact on your life. also, something I’ve noticed about pluto conjunct ascendant individuals is that they may feel unhappy when they’re young. as time goes by, they transform and become as they want, which makes them feel more satisfied with themselves.

🌞 sun in leo, 14° / 2nd decan ruled by the sun and jupiter

just like the sun, you shine brightly. you're confident, independent, brave and friendly. you're the only who can handle your life, no one can tell you who you are, what you want or what you need. sometimes you can get insecure, as you feel pressured to always be perfect. you try to be nice and kind to everyone, as you don't wanna be seen as someone unpleasant to be with. even though you may be into gossip and rumors, you try to avoid being involved with them at every cost. the thing with leo is, you're either loved or hated. no inbetween. some may admire your confidence, assertiveness and determination, others may be jealous of you. you have celebrity-like presence, you don't go overlooked. you're most probably the life of the party, and you enjoy living a life full of fun and amusement. you're also amazingly creative. with your heavy leo influence, you have the potential to do and achieve whatever you want, you're very resolute. even though you look very open to getting to know new people, you're secretly very picky about who you call your friends, or even when choosing a partner. you always try to be perfect, and hence you want someone that looks and tries just like you do.

🌙 moon in taurus, 4° / 1st decan ruled by venus

the moon is exalted in taurus, so it's definitely a good placement! you're very peaceful, you try to avoid conflicts when you can. this placement makes you crave stability, whether it's financial, in love etc. you must be very stubborn, as taurus is a fixed sign. this placement, paired with your imaginative leo energy, makes you settle on making your ideas concrete, and it's very beneficial. it makes you capable of achieving any goals in your life. you're also very artsy, and you may fancy particular art styles. you have a good eye for aesthetics, and you care a lot about the looks of your house, body, clothes etc. you have excellent concentration, and that is another thing that helps you achieve your goals and make your ideas concrete. last but not least, you're amazingly patient, and that makes you a great friend. probably, they vent a lot of their worries to you, as you're also a great listener.

🗣 mercury in virgo, 8° / 1st decan ruled by mercury

you have a very logical, pragmatic mind. ironically, this creates contrast with your leo energy, confusing you as you may act differently in different situations. you try to be as well-spoken as possible, especially with strangers, but when people get on your nerves you can’t help but kill them with your words. before expressing your opinion on a certain matter, you like making sure that your thought actually has proof to be supported. you’re very analytical, and hence you also overthink a lot. especially when it comes to people you care, you start overthinking so much about little things like late replies to messages that you create a variety of hollywood-worthy scenarios in your head. you also pay lots of attention to details, and you can’t tolerate typos and grammar mistakes. you always try to speak and write in the most correct and polite way as possible. you may have an elegant, yet neat handwriting. your voice probably sounds very calm and collected, yet you don’t have any problems speaking at a louder tone.

❤️ venus in gemini, 29° / 3rd decan ruled by mercury and uranus

this is the flirtiest, most romantic gemini decan, but also the flakiest and most indecisive. your flirting style most probably includes jokes, teasing… things like that. even though you may seem flaky, as you like experiencing romance with different types of people, you’re actually quite picky. in fact, in order to fall for someone, you need to feel mentally attracted to them, not just physically. someone ignorant and stubborn that doesn’t care about learning something most definitely isn’t for you. you’re not the type to be super romantic and sweet with your partner or just people in general. you show your affection for example by sending them memes, making ironic jokes about them etc. also, when you’re into someone, you probably get very talkative! you start asking them simple questions about their life, even things like 'did you have lunch?’. also, you talk about them with all of your friends, and you find yourself thinking costantly about them. you’re very curious of nature, but you’re only interested in getting to know what catches your eye.

gemini venus square virgo jupiter: you come off as a very positive, happy-go-lucky person. you're extremely friendly, and this makes you be good at social relationships. you may have lots of friends, or at least you have the potential to make many if you opened up and talked to them. yet, while this energy gives you positive vibes, some people may take advantage of that, as you could easily be mistaken for naive. people can try to dominate you unconsciously (sometimes even on purpose) not only in relationships but even in friendships. aside from that, I don't think this placement causes you many problems. you may have the tendency to procrastinate and not work. you could be quite lazy and get easily distracted, as you're constantly with your head in the clouds.

💥 mars in leo, 27° / 3rd decan ruled by the sun and mars

praise and success are what motivate you the most. your main goal in life is being praised for achieving your goals, you wouldn't feel motivated without compliments. therefore, you put energy in things that make you feel confident and noticed, as you enjoy being seen. for example, if you feel confident being well-dressed, you could spend hours in the closet to look how you want. you are very creative, you get an energy boost through creative outlets, and hence your hobbies (reading, writing, dancing, singing, drawing, etc.) recharge your battery. this placement also makes you very extra, especially with people you're close to. you may gesticulate a lot, you could as well enjoy mimicking others' voices. you're basically very dramatic, you look like an actor when you react, but at least you're very fun and entertaining to watch and listen. this placement, it gives you a strong charisma that, and combined with your sagittarius rising, it makes it impossible not to notice you. you could overreact from time to time, and you may also be particularly pessimistic, but above all you appear as someone very bold and strong-minded.

🏡 houses

your 1st house is in sagittarius, with also chiron placed there. you come off as someone very sympathetic and bold, you're probably the fun one in the family or in your group of friends, even though pluto's presence conjunct the ascendant may delay this energy. you are very charismatic, you have a witty sense of humor and people are always pleased to have you around, as you're able to light up the room. people always see you as someone easy to talk to, someone trustworthy. you probably have great problem-solving skills or, otherwise, you just ignore your problems and wait for time to heal. you're also quite spiritual, you may be sensitive to higher entities and you could possibly also be religious. chiron is also here: your deepest insecurity is your appearance, your identity. it may be that when you were younger, you used to struggle a lot with your appearance. you could have been bullied, or perhaps you could have suffered from an eating disorder. luckily, this placement can get better. in fact, you can gain wisdom from this wound of yours; you can heal others who have self-worth issues once you start loving yourself.

your 2nd house is in aquarius. neptune and uranus are also placed there. your relationship with money isn’t stable at all. you may often go from periods where you earn a lot of money and possessions, to other times where you lose all of them all of a sudden. same thing goes for your self-esteem, it fluctuates a lot. you find beauty and aesthetic in material things; you most probably love clothes, art, music… anything that isn’t exactly a priority in life, but that allows you to express your personal taste, which is very refined. this placement makes you very creative, and hence you could make money out of your creativity. it would be a great way to find a job and become successful, but also to increase your security and confidence. you could even be a very innovative person, and with your leo sun you would make an excellent leader / boss. you could also make money through internet or with technology in general.

your 3rd house is in pisces. when it comes to speech, you’re most likely more introspective. you may not be much talkative, and most of the time you keep your ideas and thoughts to yourself, but actually it's hard for you to hide them. you may be secretive, but you're easy to read. you learn the best when you’re close to creativity or imagination, you’re very intuitive and hence it's easier for you to learn new topics. while you're very empathetic and you're able to properly convey your thoughts and feelings in your speech, you may also come off as sensitive or even insecure. you may have a quiet voice, and hence you could come off as shy. on the other hand, you may have the tendency to lie, or just being confusing in any way. you may not always express what you want crystal clear, as you want to able to modify the story just in case you encounter some hardships. also, you never truly express your feelings, probably out of fear. you’re always vague, and you keep your private matters for yourself. pisces is a mutable sign, so you may also find yourself changing ideas often, your mind wanders from one thought to another.

your 4th house is in aries. while outside you may appear as very polite, when you feel comfortable you actually become way more fiery. you’re very impulsive in your home environment, you could have been some sort of warrior in your childhood. maybe you used to argue a lot with your parents, perhaps because they were too overprotective. yet, I don't see any kind of trauma. you may have a very strong emotional bond with your family, even though you may argue often as you're all pretty sensitive and impulsive. you could be particularly attached to your mother, even though you used to argue a lot. the moon is also sitting in this house: your privacy and security are the centre of your life. you need to be and feel emotionally stable to fully take advantage of all of your skills; for example, if you argue with a loved one of yours, especially if it's someone from your family, you could get very unmotivated to do anything. you need to feel complete to function correctly, and when you can't, you rely on material goods; e.g you may overeat, buy a lot of useless things out of stress, drink... anything that apparently helps you to cope. on the other hand, you're very affectionate, even clingy at times, but your feelings are very pure. because of that, you may also be extremely sensitive, you could be afriad of others' judgment for example.

your 5th house is in taurus. you are a very creative, artistic person. you’re able to relax by watching netflix, eating, writing, painting… anything that can be done at home. you’re not the type to hang out too often or party all night, you’re more of a homebody. you could also love sleeping in, just being able to stay in bed all day wearing comfy clothes is a vacation for you. you always try to be at your best state, and you want those who surround you to be perfect too. it's hard for you to fall for someone, as you take everything in consideration: personality, physical appearance, fashion sense... it may look like it is too much, but once you find the right one that truly satisfies your standards, you're in for a long ride. you'll want to travel, live your life in the best way possible with the person you love.

your 6th house is in gemini. in your daily routine, especially at work, you have to communicate a lot. you come in contact with lots of people, or maybe you write stuff like blogs or books. generally, you have a very hectic schedule, as you have different hobbies and appointments that you can’t abandon. this placement indicates that you may be prone to overwork yourself, as you put a lot energy in your job. you could be quite superficial in a certain sense, and you’d risk to waste your potential with as you may take your job as a challenge, for example, you need to feel mentally stimulated to like it. in fact, your ideal career has to include something that allows you to express your personal taste, ideas and interests. in this way, it won’t feel too heavy to you, and you’ll find pleasure in working. as for your health, you may have problems with your lungs. you may suffer from anxiety or asthma, for instance, or anything that doesn't allow you to breath properly.

your 7th house is in gemini. saturn and venus are also placed there. in a partner, you seek someone intelligent that is able to keep up with your rhythm. you don’t have time to nurture someone, you want them to fully understand you. in fact, you may be more attracted to older partners, as they’re supposed to be more mature. I don’t see many issues arising in your marriage life, it will probably be very peaceful, but it may take you a while to find someone you like. you’re a picky person when it comes to love, you want someone hard-working and responsible with a big brain, yet they should also be quite outgoing and funny. you need mental stimulation, someone that is a constant adventure for you and that is worth exploring. maybe, you're actually afraid of falling in love; or perhaps, it's the opposite: your risk-taker sagittarius energy made you jump into relationships, even if they weren't actually your priority. it may be hard for you to fall for someone, but once you do, you're totally invested in them. you're quite of a traditionalist when it comes to love; you may the type that prefers being courted, rather than court yourself. you're also quite into clichés, and you're looking for a polite and ambitious partner. someone who has a stable job, and is also wealthy. basically, someone that looks (and possibly is) rich and noble. you may also have the tendency to date people that are older than you, and possibly also soulmates from your past lives. in fact, you attract many karmic partners that are here to teach you lessons. your relationships may be quite painful, or at least they're so intense that they are hard to forget. with this placement, it's also recommended to get married after your saturn return, hence after your 28-29 years old, to avoid any kind of challenges.

your 8th house is in leo, with also your sun, mercury and mars sitting there. you have the potential to become a very successful individual, with a great amount of charisma. yet, since the 8th house is related to pluto, the malefic planet of transformation, there are some hardships to this placement. in fact, you may have the tendency to look down on people that aren’t as open-minded as you are. I have the same placement, so I understand that it’s not easy at all, but you should learn to accept respectful people’s opinions. if you do that, you’ll finally be able to glow brightly. you’re very curious when it comes to taboo topics, you like learning about them. you’re probably into conspiracy theories, as well as matters like astrology, tarots, horror, tragedies, mystery... you can use them to transform yourself and grow up, so you could definitely use this birth chart reading to improve yourself. 8th house is also the house of karma, and yours is kind of strange. you may often feel like you’re right about something, e.g the sky is blue. you’re very proud of your observation, but then it turns out to be different. it’s like the universe is constantly teaching you new things. luckily, this is something that gets better with time. you’re an extremely goal-oriented person. you want to be the best at everything you do, not only to be better than others but also the best for yourself. you’re very astute, it’s impossible to trick you, and you always find a way to be in charge and get what you want. yet, you can get quite obsessed about your goals, that you could do extreme things to get what you want. in fact, people with this placement can even manipulate others, as they’re totally capable of doing that. in addition, your sun being in leo makes you extremely charming. people are naturally attracted to you, you have a way with words, and hence you’re always able to convince others into giving you what you want. but luckily, this doesn’t turn into manipulation, you probably don’t even realize this skill of yours, and hence you don’t use it to damage others. you are very persuasive, but you don't do it on purpose, you could actually be a little naive. when you get angry, you could actually get scary, though. your emotions are very intense, it’s hard to calm you down.

your 9th house is in virgo. at school you were a very diligent student; you were practical, precise and organized, you enjoyed studying at being the best in class. yet, you could be quite bossy at times, as you could come off as a bit too arrogant but you're just very dedicated. on the other hand, you're also very intelligent and open-minded above all, you could feel particularly drawn to foreign cultures and languages and you could be naturally skilled. you may also get to travel a lot or even move abroad at a certain point in your life, you're definitely a citizen of the world and you hardly ever have prejudices.

your 10th house is in libra. you have an eye for aesthetics, and you want to have a reputation for looking classy and mannered. basically a lady, but that knows how to stand up for herself. in your ideal career you need something that makes you express your need for beauty, possibly even justice. you may have a passion for poetry and literature in general, or maybe you could be particularly skilled at fashion. you have a natural talent to match colours with undertones, body shapes, vibes etc., and you could make this particular ability of yours a job. you’re also a charismatic, strong-willed speaker, hence you could also do well as a lawyer, a politician, an activist etc.

your 11th house is in scorpio. you are extremely picky with your friends. you have trust issues, probably caused by your karmic issues again, that make you secretive around your friends. you may close yourself in your shell, or maybe you actually know a lot of people, yet you only consider a few of them your friends. most of the time, you may also befriend people that try to take advantage of you, people may betray you often. or perhaps, since there’s a possibility that you understand that, you could be the one who leads the group and acts quite bossy. this is something that gets naturally better with time; actually, your friends will be of great help for you to grow up. you may have big dreams for your future, yet you may feel intimidated as they’re very intense, and hence hard to make come true. you need to pay your karmic debts in order to finally feel comfortable with others and have the motivation to achieve your long-term goals.

your 12th house is in sagittarius, and pluto is also sitting there. you're particularly interested in religion and higher beliefs, hence meditation would be effective for you. yet, you need to get enough sleep, or you could not be able to fully embrace the spirituality of this placement. you may also be able to have prophetic dreams, or at least they have a strong moral beyond them. possibly, you could make lots of good dreams, even though you do have many nightmares as well. perhaps, your dreams could bring you luck; for instance, you may dream about the winning numbers of the lottery, or maybe they may warn you about certain people or events in your life that could harm, you are strongly connected to your higher self.

❤️ love life, soulmates

in love you attract gemini, aquarius, libra, capricorn and taurus. your future spouse will most probably have capricorn, aquarius and libra placements, hence they’ll be very hard-working, intelligent and witty, but also very sarcastic and a bit moody. it may be love at first sight, and you may find them very attractive. you may also meet at work, or you're going to be introduced to them by your family or friends. you'll most likely also meet them abroad, they may be foreign or at least they have a different cultural background from yours. or perhaps, you're going to marry someone older than you, and you meet them later in your life, around your 27s/28s and so on. your children will be heavy in taurus and libra placements, hence they’ll be very creative and quite lazy too, they'll probably love eating and they will like playing around. yet, they could be a bit too stubborn and sometimes materialistic.

👶🏻 family life

your mother is a very fiery person, with a short-temper. she could have sometimes even been quite violent with you during your childhood, and she might have a bit of a childish behaviour. deep down, she’s actually kind of insecure with her role as a mother. she may have aries, libra or cancer placements in her chart. your father, on the other hand, is more submissive. he’s a peaceful person, even though he most probably has a passive-aggressive behaviour. you could actually have a better relationship with him rather than with your mother, or at least he understands your needs better. he may have libra, cancer or scorpio, as well as aries in his chart. if you have siblings, they most probably have pisces, capricorn or aquarius placements in their chart. you have a great relationship with them, even though it could have been a while for you to get along. overall, your relationship with them was peaceful.

📊 career

you could do well at a variety of jobs to be honest! with your gemini in the 6th house you could actually work in different fields before sticking to one career, hence you’re pretty experienced. I certainly see you being successful in your career, you will most likely work alone and you'll most likely be a boss or even famous. you're very hard-working, so I can see you having your own business for example. otherwise, you may also do well in an aesthetic field, you probably have great creative talent. you may be an artist, a creative director, a screenwriter, a writer, a singer, a musician... or even more practical jobs like lawyer, judge, possibly also a therapist or psychologist. you'll settle down on a career that will make you feel emotionally fulfilled, you'll truly enjoy what you do. you may possibly also work with other people, you may have to interact with others for your future job. you could work in a field related to public relations, or perhaps you may even work abroad or with people of different cultures from yours.

👕 fashion sense, style analysis

I imagine you put a lot of effort into your outifts, yet you don’t show it. you want to look effortlessly good, you don’t want to give the impression that you tried. your style may be quite minimalistic and simple, with lots of jeans, sweatshirts, plain t-shirts… I see you being more into natural shades, like white, grey, beige etc. you’re also not very fond of using too many accessories, you’re stylish but still very simple. you have this natural charm to you, hence you still look good even though your outfits may not be too complex.

👁 past life, life purpose

in your past life, you were very career-oriented. you were probably extremely successful at work, it was your priority. you could have even been someone important for your career, who knows. yet, this lifetime you don't need to focus on work anymore, you're already a master at it. now, you need to solve your issues with your family and create a family of your own to fully accomplish your life purpose. there may be some ups and downs, but this is what your soul has to learn in this lifetime.

🤔 major transits analysis / august 24

transit virgo sun is currently conjunct your natal leo mars in the 8th house: you may be feeling a bit impulsive these days, you could argue easily with others so be careful with what you do or say. these arguments could be particularly painful for you, so try to avoid them. also, with transit jupiter in your 2nd house conjunct your uranus, you may come across unexpected luck in these days, so pay attention to any signs! they were most likely meant to be.

🧿 manifest what you want, secret skills

the best way for you to manifest is idealizing and acting at the same time. you have both energies combined in your chart, which is great actually! I’d suggest you to first picture what you want in your life, and then do something concrete to manifest it. for example, let’s suppose you want this gucci bag; first, think about it deeply. then, you could try going into a gucci shop and just walk around, maybe even touch that bag. you’ll get results if you believe it! it’s also great to write and read/listen your own positive affirmations, such as 'I love my gucci bag’, 'the gucci bag my mom gave me is amazing’ and so on.

and this is it! thank you again for booking a reading, hope it resonated with you :)

- libramc xx

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vaire-gwir · 4 years ago

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I find you all Unwoven

I was sad, and then I decided to make myself even sadder writing this...yay me?

Geralt is outside Oxenfurt for a contract, something attracts his attention. Meeting Jaskier for the first time after the mountain scene doesn’t go as he expected.

English is not my first language, I wrote it in a rush so it probably sucks a bit more than usual, let me know what you think!

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There was music coming from inside the tavern, it was not Jaskier's voice hitting the notes but the lyrics were his, Geralt recognized them. It was a weird experience, more so because he knew Jaskier was here. He recognized the unique mix of flowers, lavender and honey that made up the bard's scent, he'd never get that wrong, it was hard to forget. So Jaskier was here, and so was the music, how strange he was not playing it.

If he were asked why, Geralt couldn't explain why he decided to enter. Last time he saw the bard was almost a year ago, and too much time passed to try and mend something he broke. And yet, he couldn't resist. The moment he caught that flowery scent he knew he had to see him, even from afar, even just for a second or two. It's been so long since the last time he saw him.

It took Geralt no longer than a minute to find Jaskier in the crowded inn, but something was off. Everything was off, to be honest. The black trousers and grey shirt were a weird sight on the bard. No colours or frilly shirts, no silk pants or lace doublets. He was sitting by himself, eyes lost in his mug, it almost seemed like he was trying to appear smaller, inconspicuous, invisible.

He was not singing or playing, he was not talking with anyone, he wasn't trying to strike a conversation or catch anyone's eyes, he was there but he wasn't really there. That was not his bard. Something must have happened to him. That was not the man he used to know. 'You. You happened to him.' A cruel voice inside Geralt's head quickly supplied. Also, not his anymore.

Jaskier was like the middle of spring, when all the flowers start to bloom, the air is warm and filled with their scents, the nights are lighter and everything seemed a bit easier to bear. Now his eyes showed the end of autumn, when all the leaves fall from the dead trees, the nights are endless and even the days grow darker. There were no more flowers or light or sweet scents, there was nothing left. It physically hurts somewhere deep inside him to see Jaskier like that, it was painful for reasons he didn't know how to put into words.

Geralt was familiar with guilt, he knew its smell and ache, he knew how to bear it, but this was hitting him differently. He used to know a lively and bright person, chatty and quick, in love with life and everything in it, fierce and bubbly but whoever was sitting on that stool at the end of the bar was the very opposite of all that.

He observes from his corner at the back of the tavern, it's been months since he left Jaskier on the mountain after their stupid fight, and of all the times he wanted, needed, to see him again, this seemed almost unnatural. He's the last person the bard wants to see and yet Geralt feels compelled to call him, he's itching to say his name out loud and see the shadows dancing in the endless pool of ocean that were his blue eyes, he's craving to be close enough to feel the heat radiating off his skin and hear him say his name, just once. Just once, like he always dreams about, like the dragon hunt never happened.

He spent so many days regretting the words he said on top of that cursed mountain, wishing for forgiveness, cause he could deal with Yen leaving, but losing Jaskier hurt in a different way. On the way back to where they set camp Geralt secretly hoped until the last minute to see him waiting with Roach at the edge of the woods, pouting and cursing at him, but all his things were gone.

The guy wearing Jaskier's face murmurs something to the maid, slips a few coins into her hand, and gets up. He wraps a thick cloak around his thinner frame, he has probably lost some weight, Geralt can't tell for sure. When he walks out of the tavern, he has to fight every instinct screaming at him to follow him. He sits still for a grand total of a full minute before losing that fight and rushing out, following the faint trace of lavender in the air.

Jaskier is just crossing the square when a dark shadow looms behind him. "Why did you follow me, Witcher?" He whispers softly while turning around. He slowly takes in the black-clad figure in front of him, the white messy hair, the golden eyes, the frown on his face and the fine layer of dust on his clothes. Geralt is exactly how he remembers him. Jaskier feels his betrayer heart jumping in his chest.

"How did you know...."Geralt begins to ask puzzled.

"I saw you at the tavern. I spent so long searching for your face in every crowd I started to think I was seeing things, but apparently I was right this time." Jaskier lowers his eyes and Geralt can't help but notice how tired he looks. The dark circle around his eyes threaten to swallow the sunlit blue sea with their purple hue, and he's so pale, his skin so white and washed out Geralt would almost suspect he was sick if he didn't know better.

"I... You were not singing.” He knows it's stupid to say, but he can't ask any of the other questions on the tip of his tongue.

Jaskier adjusts the cloak around himself, trying to keep the cold at bay. Geralt is yearning to trace the contours of his face, trail his fingers over his sharp cheekbones, or over his jaw, anything, he just needs a small touch, but he knows he can’t. "I don't do that anymore," Jaskier says.

"Why not?" His yellow eyes seem to widen for a moment at the implications of those words and he sees the pain flickering over the bard's beautiful features. Pain that Geralt put there himself. The ache inside of him burns fiercely. He wants to apologize, but he doesn’t know where to find the right words. He’s not even sure Jaskier would listen,

"Don't act like you care. I'm not the same person I was ten months ago. Besides, you hate my singing, you can barely stand my voice, what difference does it make to you?" Jaskier sighs, he feels drained and exhausted. Geralt was the last person he expected to see today. and the last he needed to see. Too long he spent trying to sew himself back together, too many tears were shed at every dream and every memory of their time together, too many little pieces of his heart were still refusing to stay put and make him whole. It all seemed in vain now that the Witcher was in front of him.

"That's not true," Geralt mumbles under his breath, clenching his hands at his side, resisting the urge to reach out for him. There must be something he could say to make Jaskier forgive him.

"It's like ordering a pie and finding it has no filling. There's a word for that, in case you didn't know, and it's called disappointment. Now, why did you follow me out here? I don't think it was to tell me you suddenly like my voice cause we both know you don't and honestly, bit late for that, don't you think?" Geralt hears it in his voice that if Jaskier had enough strength left in him to be mad, he'd be furious. He briefly wonders how long he stayed angry before he gave up.

"I just thought...we could maybe....talk?" Jaskier’s laugh is bitter and hollow, empty as his eyes.

"Really Geralt? That's rich coming from you. Now you want to talk? You know what, no. No, you don't get to come here and tell me you want to talk after I spent ten gods forsaken months trying to forget you. Don't you fucking dare. Not like this. Now if there's something I can help you with, do say so. If not, spare us both this conversation, I'm not sure I’m in the mood to have my heart broken again."

Geralt knows he's right, but it still hurts to hear it from his voice. It takes him a moment for the words to sink in, it’s like his mind refuses the real meaning of them. He steels himself before saying "I'll leave you to your things then. Goodbye, Jaskier." And it’s harder than slaying any monster he ever encountered. For some messed up reasons, he thought Jaskier would be willing to talk to him, to give him a second chance he knows he hasn’t earned. It’s only fair that he doesn’t.

"You were right." Geralt freezes in his spot when blue eyes search for his own golden ones. "You spent so much time trying to convince me to leave you alone and stop following you around and I never fucking listened. I realized you were right. Cause you, you got what you wanted, life, destiny, whatever, you had your sorceress and I'm finally off your hands, But what about me? That is why I wish...I wish I would have listened to you. Left. Before it was too late. Before having my heart broken."

Geralt doesn't miss how his voice breaks, he can taste the salt in the air from his unshed tears and he can't help but wonder how many times this precious human he loved cried because of him. Loves. He still loves him, even if he never knew how to show it. He stares at the black cloak trailing tiredly behind his companion, his best friend, his lover, and he knows he deserves the pain he feels for what he did to him. He whispers his poor apology to the wind, but nobody answers. He really wishes Witchers couldn't feel emotions.

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psychedellic-phase · 4 years ago

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Fifteen (Part 12)

A/N: I altered the timeline & updated the last chapter w the correct weeks!! sorry for any confusion that causes. I need to be accurate or it’d bother me lol

ALSO: end the stigma surrounding miscarriage/infertility. your feelings and experiences are valid.

Tw: miscarriage, cursing, slight spoilers for the episode “200”

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“It was a Thursday, no I guess technically it was a Friday since it was 3 am. You woke me up, poking my shoulder gently until I stirred.

“This is going to sound weird but did you...?”

I was groggy and sore and cranky. It was 3 am, and you woke me up. Of course I was annoyed. My back was killing me, “Spence, what?”

“Did you pee yourself?” You whispered, and I laughed.

“What? No?”

That’s when I shifted to roll over and face you. That’s when I felt it. It was like a freight train hitting me. I was dizzy and nauseous and could suddenly feel every part of my body aching.

“Then, t-then what’s this?”

You threw the covers off of us. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you so scared.

I just stared at it. Our gray sheets darkened. I had no emotions. No instincts. No movement. You’d think I’d have an intuition of what I needed to do. My maternal instinct would’ve kicked in, or I guess it wouldn’t have because I was no longer a mother.

I don’t know how I didn’t wake up earlier. I keep wracking my brain for a reason why I didn’t wake up. Why did you have to wake me up? Why didn’t I just know? I should’ve just known. I should’ve had a feeling, but I didn’t have any feelings. Because that’s what shock is. It’s nothing. It’s staring at everything and feeling absolute nothingness.

It’s weird to think that that night we went to bed, laughing and chatting and snuggling close to each other. It’s weird to think that we had no idea what was coming. We were living in ignorant bliss. It’s sad that that was our last night we spent together as a whole family unit. I wish I knew about lasts before they happened, that way I could savor the moment. Soak it all up. Bask in the warmth of you.

We fell asleep as we usually do did, you spooning me from behind, one hand on my belly the other on my back. You whispering that you loved me, you hoped I slept well; me telling you that the papaya sized thing in my uterus would make sure that I did not sleep well. You’d laugh, your breath would tickle my neck, then I’d laugh, and we’d finally calm down and fall asleep in each other’s arms.

That’s the last time we fell asleep like that. I wish I knew. I would have appreciated the little things. I would’ve appreciated the way you rubbed little shapes on my skin, the way you dealt with me needing no comforter because I was always hot and sweaty, even though you run cold. I wish I could go back and appreciate every one of our lasts, just so I could hold onto those memories a little while longer. But I guess I’ve held onto them long enough if I’m giving them all back to you.

Speaking of, what is your item for this letter? Go ahead. Go look. It isn’t going to be what you expect.”

He was much calmer than he was before. The numbness had returned. He felt kind of okay actually. He felt like that was the last bit of emotion he had left. But then again, he felt that way in letter four. He felt that way in letter seven. He knew it wouldn’t last, but he was determined to savor it, grind through the last few letters while he was still numb, then hopefully decide what to do while his head was clear.

He reached in, surprised at what you had chosen.

“Yes, this is definitely not what you expected. I’m sure you expected another baby memento, or maybe an ultrasound picture. But like I said, all the baby stuff is gone. And I’m keeping the ultrasounds. I’ll mail you copies, I promise. And unlike you, I don’t make a habit of breaking my promises.

Now to anyone who doesn’t know PG, this little stuffed unicorn looks like it was for the baby. But when you know her as well as we do, you know it was for me. Penelope decorates her desk with trinkets and light-up frogs and flower pens because they help her see the bad. They make it easier. By giving me this, she was giving me something to protect me from the horror I would have to face. And for a little while, it actually worked. I hope it’ll do the same for you.”

He laughed, an honest, genuine, laugh. He held the stuffed thing in his hands, leaning back onto the bed. It was white with rainbow hair and a glittery purple horn. He remembered when Penelope brought it in the room, delicately placing it on your bedside table.

“She’ll need this, and so will you,” She said. Spencer just nodded and watched her disappear.

“I will spare you the grisly details, Spence; you were there. I will just mention the main ideas.

As I sat there, staring at the mess that had formed in front of me, you got up. You were visibly shaking as you turned on the lights and called an ambulance. Your face was gray. I’ve never seen it that color. I couldn’t focus on anything except you and the pain. God, the pain. It radiated from my abdomen, up into my heart and festered there. It was a different kind of pain, unlike any I’d ever experienced before. Then came the adrenaline, pumping through my body at an insane rate. Then I felt foggy, like I was watching what was happening to me on a tv screen. It was the closest thing to an out-of-body experience I’ve ever had.

You knelt down next to me, holding my torso. We didn’t speak. We didn’t cry. We were both in shock.

I don’t even know what you said to the people on the phone. I assume you told them what you had already diagnosed. You told them the truth: I was miscarrying.

It still hurts to say. I still have a hard time saying the word out loud. “Pregnancy loss,” “Spontaneous abortion,” “Miscarriage,” none of the words feel right. None of them feel like they accurately describe what happened to us that night.

They put me on a stretcher, and that’s when it became real. I was crying, holding your hand so tight I thought I’d cut off blood supply. My other hand was on my torso, and I was begging whatever Gods are above to feel a kick. Just one little kick, or shift, or movement.

I didn’t.

You stayed strong for me. You always were so good under pressure. You told the EMT every detail of my health history, while I was a blubbering mess. You called Hotch. You called Emily. You called my dad. You kept it together. You did everything right. God, Spencer, even from that very first day when I paid you to do my paperwork, you always did everything right. You’re the good one. You put nothing but good karma out into the world, so why do you keep getting bad karma back?

It’s ridiculous really, because we did do everything right. I took my prenatals and only drank water and green smoothies and I ate sweet potatoes and legumes and kale chips. I resisted the urge to eat nothing but Baja Blasts and Big Macs. I’m honestly angry. I’m angry because you and I, two good people, don’t get to have a baby, but some of these unsubs we encountered do? What kind of logic is that? What kind of world allows that to happen? What kind of God? A really shitty one, that’s who.

Eventually they literally peeled you off of me in the ER. They had to make sure I wasn’t getting an infection, and that I had—God I can’t say it. They had to see if they needed to help me through it, if you know what I mean. They did. I had to get a d&c.

I spent most of the time sobbing at the nurses. They all just held my hands and smoothed my hair. I begged for you, but they said no. I argued with them. I said I needed you there next to me. I didn’t want them to hold my hands and smooth my hair, I wanted you. But they insisted that the room had to stay clean. Eventually I was all cried out and they put me under.

When I woke up this unicorn was next to me, staring me in the face and letting me know our friends were there. They knew. They had my back. This stuffed thing would help me face the bad that was coming. It would protect me.

It was about eight. You pulled your chair up next to me, your hand in mine, head on my bed. I felt like shit. That’s the only way to put it. Anesthesia makes me nauseous as is, couple that with the night I had? I felt awful, and I felt it everywhere.

When I woke up, you stirred too. Your eye bags were deep and dark, you still had on pajamas with some unknown fluids on them, and your hair was a wreck.

I ran my hands through it, a force of habit, “Hi.”

“Hey,” you croaked.

Our eyes met, and we both just fell apart. Tears spilled over so easily. We were two broken hearts in one hospital room.

You crawled into the bed with me, making sure to be gentle and not hurt me, “Is this real life?”

“Yeah, Love. I’m afraid it is,” you whispered into my hair.

“I-It doesn’t feel like real life.”

You sighed, and shifted so we were both sitting upright, your arm around my shoulder, “I know. I wish it wasn’t.”

“W-What happened? What did I do? I th-thought I did everything right?”

You kissed my tears on my cheeks, “You did. You couldn’t have done anything to stop this. It was a chromosomal abnormality, trisomy sixteen.”

“What does that m-mean?”

“It means she had three copies of chromosome sixteen, which makes proteins in the body. She never would’ve—“

“Stop,” I said, not harshly or mean, just a sad moan, “I don’t want to know.” I took three shaky, deep breaths, trying to calm myself down, “I-I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be, there’s nothing we could’ve done. We’ll get through this, together, I promise.”

“I promise,” I said, and you kissed my temple, arms wrapped around me tightly, as if you could physically hold me together as I fell apart. You held me like that for a while, before we both fell asleep again in that teeny tiny hospital bed.

The unicorn wasn’t the one who protected me that night, it was you. You protected me more than I ever gave you credit for. I wish I could’ve stayed strong for you, the way you stayed strong for me. Thank you for that, Spencer. I mean it.”

Spencer got up from bed and felt lightheaded. Realizing he hadn’t eaten yet, he grabbed a mess of junk from the fridge and sat on the kitchen floor up against the dishwasher. The metal of the appliance was cold against his back, the ground below him was hard. It just felt right.

He did keep his calm the whole time. He never cracked, not until the end when he cried with you. He spoke calmly and quietly when the team showed up. Garcia cried more than he did. Emily said she was on the next flight, ready and willing. Your dad didn’t say more than a few awkward and sad words. Morgan looked terrified. Hotch had his eyebrows knit together, as if with enough thinking, he could make the situation away. JJ stood silently, knowing the feeling, but not mentioning it. The only time he wavered was when Alex held him; the tears reached the surface but never spilled over. Everyone just circled around him, trying to protect him from the scariness that he’d face outside of their bubble.

The nurse came up to him, telling him you were out and okay. It was a chromosomal abnormality, nothing could’ve prevented it. With some rest, you’d be okay physically, but mentally it would be a long road, for both of you. He nodded. The world felt like it was spinning. He couldn’t think straight. The walls seemed to move in around him, even as he stood still.

“Reid, it’s mandatory. Four weeks. Minimum,” Hotch said, Spencer not hearing a word of it.

“O-Okay. Fine, whatever. I just, I need to see her.”

Derek reached out to stop him, “You know she isn’t going to be the same, kid.”

Spencer shook him off, “I know.”

But he didn’t know to what extent. He didn’t know that you’d still look pregnant, because your belly doesn’t automatically deflate. He didn’t know that your grieving process would be different from the way it was after Emily’s fake death. How naive of him to not realize that he’d grieve differently this time too. He thought he’d want to cry and talk and eat blueberry pancakes, just like last time. He didn’t realize that when a piece of you just suddenly stops being a piece of you, it’s jarring. It's the five stages of grief all at once and in the wrong order. It’s crying at a Pampers commercial and being angry when you see new moms. It’s people giving you soft looks of pity everyday. It’s lonely. It’s sad. It’s the worst heartbreak one can imagine. In short—it really fucking sucks.

Spencer had no idea just how much it really fucking sucked.

He saw you there, your skin drained of its warm color and tired, and stopped in his tracks. What would he say? What would he do? How would he approach you? How would he tell you that half of his heart just left his body?

Rossi was the one who saw him stop at the threshold of your door. He saw Spencer pace back and forth, still in bloody pajamas. He saw Spencer stare at you, hands balled into fists like he was ready to fight the powers that be.

He came up behind him, placing a kind hand on his shoulder, “Spencer, listen to me.”

Spencer didn’t react, he just kept staring at you, “I had a son, with Caroline. He died the same day he was born. I know what this feels like, Kid. I do. Trust me, it’ll get easier. I promise, but only if the two of you lean on each other.”

Spencer nodded dumbly, still not really processing anything around him, but with a nudge from Rossi he entered your room. He found his way to the bedside chair.

“Hey, Y/N, I know you can’t hear me. The anesthesia hasn’t worn off yet. I just want to—no need to tell you that I love you. I’m not mad at you. I’m heartbroken, but here for you. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Remember how fast that narrative changed, Spence?

We got home from the hospital that night and I grabbed a tub of ice cream. I figured losing the baby counted as ‘one of those days’. I thought we would eat in silence and it would make it all okay, like every other day.

When I pulled it out, you scratched your head, “Not tonight. I’m tired.”

I nodded, feeling heavy and sore and weak, “Okay, see you upstairs?”

You nodded again, and I put the tub away. I figured you were going to talk to the moon for a while, and I was going to let you.

I fell asleep almost immediately, you never joining me.

I got up and you were on the couch, making some lame excuse of how you were reading and must have fallen asleep there by accident.

“You okay today?” I asked you.

You shrugged, “We won’t be okay for a lot of days.”

I knew you were right. It was a stupid question to even ask. I nodded.

“How do you feel?”

“Sore, weak, empty. Like I need to sleep more.”

You tucked my hair behind my ear, and kissed my cheek.

“I love you,” I said, and you responded with, “Love you too, I need to shower.”

Now there is a distinct difference between ‘love you’ and ‘I love you.’ Losing the ‘I’ loses the intimacy. It removes yourself from the statement. You removed yourself from that statement, and from me.

That first day we talked a little. We mostly cried and you watched me sleep. But then suddenly it was like you didn’t want to talk about it. You didn’t want to share a bed. You didn’t even want to look at me. You didn’t want to be in that place. I don’t blame you, Spencer, I don’t. I didn’t want to be there either.

I understand why you blamed me. We needed to blame someone, because no way could life be that cruel to a person. I blamed myself for the loss for a while too. No matter how many times people said “it’s not your fault” it still felt like my fault. I still feel like it’s my fault, like maybe I could’ve done something to prevent this. It doesn’t matter how many support groups or therapists tell me I can’t blame anyone. How can I believe that when the person who means the most to me in this world feels like it I’m the only person to blame?”

He sighed. He never wanted to blame you, but some part of him did anyway. It was easier that way. If he blamed you, he wouldn’t have to blame himself like he always did. But, sometimes there is no one to blame but life itself.

“Emily showed up that next day. She came in, in all her black bangs glory and held me. She had ice cream with me. She let me cry on her shoulders until I couldn’t anymore. She watched cheesy tv with me and distracted me with stories of her varied lovers in London. She supported me the way only a best friend could, the way I wish you did. Then she had to leave; London calls. And Derek took her place. He would come by when he could, usually with takeout that I couldn’t stomach. If he couldn’t come by, he’d always text or call. He always checked in, which I appreciated, but every moment with them was a moment spent wishing I was with you.

You. For the first week or so, I saw you everyday. We even went to the beach, but when we came home? I tried to talk but we usually didn’t. More accurately, I spoke, and you stared at me. Then you started coming less and less and returning fewer and fewer of my calls. At the end, I think I saw you maybe once every other day, just for you to come and grab clean clothes or paperwork. God, everyone did your job except for you because you were too busy doing your real job. The job Hotch told you to take a few weeks off from. The job that I actually did take a few weeks off from, because my body was in disrepair.

It’s not fair to sit here and tell you that you didn’t cater to my every grieving need correctly. It’s not fair for me to tell you how to grieve either. I respect what you did, Spence. I respect that you poured yourself into work. I know it isn’t fair that I wish you spent half that energy on us. But you know what actually isn’t fair? The way I’d tell people “we lost her,” but you’d say “Y/N lost her.” You know what wasn’t fair? The fact that you ran away from me and hid away in your apartment, doing God knows what with God knows who, after we promised to lean on each other, to heal together. You refused to do it. I wanted to. I tried to. I reached out. I called. I texted.

But, I’m getting ahead of myself now. You still have three letters to go.”

Spencer glanced over at the box. It was nearly empty, just three stray items and three stray envelopes staring at him. He remembered the minute he set foot in that place, he felt the same way he did before he entered your hospital room. Frozen. Fear. Trepidation.

Everything looked foreign. The walls that were once a saturated blue color looked grayer. The mug on the counter didn’t look like it was his. The pictures on the walls were of foreign people from a foreign land. The bed didn’t look like his bed. He felt like he was living on a movie set, where everything was a prop and everyone was a fake.

He tried to stay. He went into that first night with the intentions of laying next to you in bed, watching tv, rubbing your back, and giving you water to make up for the amount of tears you shed. He really, honestly, tried, but the first thing he saw when he opened the front door was that picture of the two of you from Rossi’s house, holding up the onesie. Then he made his way into the kitchen, where the ultrasounds were pinned to the fridge with smiley face magnets. Then he went upstairs and passed the nursery.

It had barely been started; all you’d done was paint it a soft, sage green.

“This color is called ‘Soothing Sage’,” You said, handing Spencer a roller, “I sure hope this soothes her, because if she’s as active outside as she is inside, we have a problem.”

“It will soothe her. That’s why I love green,” He said, grabbing the roller and starting to paint, as you sat on the floor trying to untangle Garcia’s homemade jungle animal mobile.

“I thought you liked purple.”

He smiled, “ I do, but green brings balance and harmony. From a color psychology perspective, it is the great balancer of the heart and the emotions, creating equilibrium in the body. And from a color symbolism perspective, green is the color of growth, spring, renewal and rebirth.”

You laughed, “My favorite color is teal. What’s the color psychology for that?”

“Teal is a blend of blue and green, so naturally it combines both blue's tranquility and stability with green's balance and harmony.”

“I like it, I like it, how about orange? What does that mean?”

“Orange? Well, it’s bright and brings feelings of excitement, enthusiasm, and warmth—“ He cut himself off, turning from his almost done wall to find you eating more chips, “Stop distracting me!”

You put your hands up in surrender, “You’re too easy to distract Reid.”

He smiled, paint already all over him, as you spent the rest of the afternoon talking about what rocker you should buy and where the other painting Garcia made should hang.

When he passed the room, the walls a pretty green, mobile in the corner over a few stray Ikea boxes, he couldn’t do it anymore. He couldn’t act like everything in that place didn’t make him want to scream into an abyss. He couldn’t play the dutiful boyfriend. He couldn’t walk around and not feel haunted. He was being haunted, not by the past, but by a future that should’ve been.

He tried to explain it to you, but you two were on different pages. Hell, you were reading two different books that were in completely different languages. Communicating became impossible, and if he’s being honest with himself, he was kind of happy that it did. It made it easier in the moment, but worse in the long run.

“I miss us. I miss you. I miss her. I know we never met her but I could feel her. She was strong, definitely a soccer player. Maybe she would’ve had our recessive athletic genes. She was part of me, and I loved her from the first time I threw up. I could tell she loved you. She moved whenever you spoke to me. She loved to rustle and shift when you laid on my lap and whispered to her. She was a daddy’s girl. That’s what you deserved. I’m sorry my body couldn’t handle it. I’m sorry that I couldn’t even do that right. I’m sorry couldn’t be what you wanted or what you needed, especially when you were all I ever wanted or needed. I don’t know how many more ways to show you that I’m sorry.

You left me the day we lost her Spence, I know you did. I lost you and her in one fell swoop. How do I cope with that?”

Spencer put the letter down, cradling the unicorn in his hands. He didn’t need you to apologize anymore. You’d done enough of that, so did he. He stopped being angry and bitter and spiteful the second you told him to go. You yelled at him to finish packing his bags and get out, since that’s clearly what he wanted.

That wasn’t what he wanted. He was just lost. He was confused. He felt like nothing had a purpose anymore. He understood what Gideon said in the letter he left him all those years ago. He questioned everything he thought he ever knew. He wanted to view it as a lesson, something he could learn from, but the hole in his heart wouldn’t let him.

He had every intention of coming back to you when he was ready, but when he finally was, you shut the door. He lost himself the moment he lost her, and that made him lose you too. How’s he supposed to cope with that?

Part 13!

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random-mha-thoughts · 5 years ago

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Bad Boy (Todoroki x Reader)

Pairing: Todoroki x Reader

Genre: Angst to fluff, and a lil spice ;), No quirk!AU

Summary: You finally get to see your childhood friend Shouto after years of being separated only to find out he’s completely changed.

BGM: “Younger” by Ruel

Word count: 2,781

Tags: @yuki-osaki @liviitehe @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog @bunnythepipsqueak

a/n: God this photo fucked me up good when I first saw it.

I saw this picture on my search for images for my last Todo post aaaaand yeah, pretty self explanatory. I got to thinking, what if this poor baby finally snapped one day and was like "FUCK ENDEAVOR AND HIS ENTIRE PROGRAM, IM NOBODY'S MASTERPIECE" and he went the complete opposite direction. So enjoy a little bit of OOC Todoroki and a bit of a longer post than my usual stuff!

I’m really really sorry about not updating in the past few days. I was really swamped by college work and studying, and I was mentally exhausted and physically tired every day. Today wasn’t my day and I almost had a breakdown because a lot of things piled up in me, but I had to pull myself together somehow. Hopefully, after this week, I’ll go back to a somewhat regular posting schedule. Thanks for being patient with me guys, I really appreciate it :)

When my mom told me Shouto will be going to the same high school as me, I was expecting the same buttoned-up, shy, good boy from elementary school. Oh boy, was I wrong.

The boy I bump into in the hallway definitely looks like Shouto, but the only thing that's the same is his mismatched hair and eyes. Everything else about him was much different. His entire energy was different, even from the fraction of a second I focused on his face.

"Shouto?" I call when he's about to brush past me.

I don't think he's expecting someone to know him on the first day, pausing and looking down curiously.

The most shocking feature of all is the scar on his left side, a red blotch that covers the left side of his face, starkly contrasting his brilliant turquoise eye; a single ray of light in a scarlet sky.

As I'm gaping at the puckered skin, his eyebrows furrowing at my face as recognition slowly dawns on him. "(Y/n)?"

I'm relieved that he at least remembers me. "Yeah, hey." I don't really know what to do now. My first instinct is to hug him, but something tells me he isn't a fan of that sort of thing anymore. There's a coldness between us that's thick as a knife. "How have you been?"

"Fine," he answers curtly. His hands are stuffed into his pockets, leaning back in a way that seems uncharacteristic of him and more like a ruffian.

Does his not want to talk to me? I don't blame him, I haven't been in his life for a good eight years. "How are your parents?"

His jaw clenches. "Fine."

Oh. I struck a nerve. "Do you wanna catch up at lunch? What class are you in?"

"1-A." Overjoyed that we share the same class, I'm about to open my mouth, but he interjects, "But I don't think we should talk." That was the last thing he said before he strolls past me.

I'm stunned, following his receding back through the sea of students. I guess I shouldn't have brought up his parents when I know it's a sensitive topic, but I didn't know what else to say. And it's probably awkward to see someone you used to be close to talk to you again, but the least he could've been is polite. That's saying something, because Shouto was always the polite child.

Something is terribly wrong here.

Shouto has definitely changed since we were younger. He's become a delinquent.

He never even shows up to class. After our little encounter, he was slumped in his seat until the teacher finished role call, then he just got up and walked out in the middle of class and never came back. In all the days after that, his seat remained empty even at the beginning of the day.

At first, I gave him the benefit of the doubt. What if he happened to get sick and had to stay home? Then I saw his signature mismatched tuft of hair walking back home in the school yard, and I knew he was skipping.

After a whole two weeks passed of him skipping, I had enough. The Shouto I know would never cut class even if his life depended on it. During lunch, I went looking for him in the group of other delinquent kids in the back of the school.

"Todoroki?" the ash-blond ringleader ruffles his hair and scoffs, "Idiot must be off somewhere by himself like the damn loner he is. He picked a fight with me and I almost beat his ass into oblivion!"

I ball my fists up, more angry at Shouto than the group of boys eyeing me like a pack of wolves. "You guys are useless," I mumble, about to turn away from them.

"Aww, is he your boyfriend, sweetie?" the honey blond with a black streak in his hair smoothly wraps an arm around me. "He probably doesn't care about you, you deserve someone else who'll give you his time."

"Fuck off, who said you can touch me?" I shove his arm away and step back.

"Calm down there," the red head with sharp teeth taunts with a smirk, "You're getting a bit defensive. You sure you don't need help looking for your little prince?"

"I'm fine on my own, thanks," I huff, turning around to go look for Shouto elsewhere.

"Maybe I'll come with you," the overly-friendly boy blocks my way again. "If he's not your boyfriend, maybe we can get together sometime?"

"Not interested. Out of my way, Pikachu reject." I try to side-step him, but the leader grabs the back of my collar and whips me around so I'm face to face with his bared teeth.

"You're a bit rude, aren't you? Should I pull your head out your ass for you?" His crimson eyes glare his murderous intent into me.

I hold my ground, the anger against my irresponsible friend more powerful than any fear of this hothead possibly hurting me. "Don't act so tough if your talk is cheap."

He cracks his knuckles without breaking eye contact with me. "I'll show you cheap talk. Try waking up next week after I'm done with you!" he snarls.

I mirror his expression. I don't mind throwing hands at this guy if I have to, blood rushing through me to prepare for the fist fight. "I dare you-!"

"Enough, (Y/n)."

I can feel his presence right behind me even though he doesn't physically touch me.

Scarlet eyes shift behind me. "Took you long enough, hot shot. Your friend has just as much spunk as you, I'll kick both your asses!"

"I'd like to see you try, Bakugou," Shouto responds coldly. "We both know who'd win." Keeping his gaze locked on the aggressive male, he harshly grabs my arm and hauls me away. "Let's go."

I'm fuming with anger when we're back inside the building. I turn on him when he finally releases me, but he's already starting down the hall. "Don't walk away from me! We need to talk!" I stomp over, following him to an abandoned classroom. "What the hell is wrong with you?! First of all, you were a real ass when I talked to you last week. Second of all, you're not even coming to class like you should. And now you're already picking fights with that idiot out there? What's gotten into you Shouto?!"

"You were about to get into a fight as well. You should thank me," he comments coldly, slipping into a desk with books open on top.

"I could've handled it just fine without you! The only reason I was even there talking to them was because I was looking for you!" I hover over him, glaring down so he can tell how angry I am. "You'e skipped class all week, this isn't like you at all! How are you supposed to catch-?"

One glance down the the open books shows all the material we've been going over in class. He's already caught up to today's lesson, writing notes in his book and ignoring my presence. The entire setup makes me angrier. "I don't understand you, Shouto. What kind of act are you trying to pull? You're not a delinquent, why are you trying to act like one for everyone else? Or is this all because you're just trying to ignore me?"

His pencil stops moving and it slams down onto the desk. "A lot happened since you left, (Y/n)," the boy responds. His quivering voice indicates restriction of intense emotion.

The hurt is apparent across his entire face, calming me down. My gaze lingers on the left side of his features, over the eye that somehow looks perpetually sad. "How did you get that scar, Shouto?"

The boy's eyebrows furrow. "My father never let up on me after you left, and he got worse. My mother couldn't handle fighting him on her own anymore. One day, she snapped, told me how unsightly my left side was, and pouring boiling water over my face." His large hand gingerly covers his reddened skin. "And my bastard father put her in a mental institution after that. He did this."

My heart aches for my childhood friend, the boy I took care of and listened to all his problems. I can't imagine how much pain Rei was going through. For her to have lost it, she must've held such a heavy burden. When I had to move away, I felt so guilty about leaving him with all his troubles. He had no one else to reach out to and it was snatched from him. There wasn't a day I stopped thinking and worrying over him. I reach to take his hand and offer comfort. "Shou-"

Shouto bolts up from his seat, his taller figure hunching over mine, features screwed up in distaste. "You weren't there when I needed you most."

I'm taken back, hurt more than anything. "It's not my fault, we were so much younger, I didn't have a choice but to go with my parents."

A dark chuckle erupts from his lips, dismissing my excuses. "It's fine. It happened, I've learned to deal with it."

I'm about to blow my top with this kid. "Yeah, you've dealt really well, haven't you?" I roll my eyes.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

My mouth gapes, letting out a sputtered scoff. "You're kidding. Just look at you! You're pretending to be someone you're not! You and I both know you were never the bad boy type when we were kids. You're the slightly awkward, naturally smart, driven, hardworking-"

"I was only those things because my father forced them on me," he passes by me, crossing his arms. "I don't want to be anything that bastard wants anymore. And if you can't see that, then we were never friends in the first place."

That's a stab in the chest. How can he say that we were never friends when we used to do everything together? A surge of fury rushing through me, I grab his arm to keep him from moving any farther. "You love watching superhero cartoons, your favorite was All Might. Sometimes, you're so damn lazy that instead of doing homework when you came home, you would sneak in a nap before your dad came home to see you slacking off. Your favorite food in the entire world is cold soba. You don't like extremely sweet desserts. You've always been insecure about how strange your mismatched hair and eyes look, but I always had to assure you that you're still the most handsome guy in our class."

Shouto halfway turns around to look at me.

"If we weren't friends, why do I know so much about you?" I take another bold step towards him, softening at the underlying pain etched into his features. "I know you always hated the way your dad expects so much from you. The only thing you ever wanted in your childhood was to be normal. The pressure finally crumbled down on you and your mom, and I'm sorry I wasn't there to help you through it. But you shouldn't abandon everything that you are. You took after your mom more than your dad; you're sometimes a sassy son of a bitch, but you're kind and have a deep respect for people you admire. You have a natural sense of humor that you don't even know you have. You care about the people you're close to, you only struggle with communicating how you feel sometimes."

His lips part slightly, processing everything I just showered onto him. Guilt eventually creeps up on him, choosing to rub the back of his neck. "You...always did know just what to say."

I smirk and engulf him into my long-awaited hug. "Who else would put you back in your place?"

His arms hesitantly wrap around my body, the act of sharing body warmth strange yet familiar to him. It's a small victory, but I'm relieved that we're back on speaking terms. I'm ready to resume protecting him as I should.

Shouto shifts in our embrace. "You said...I struggle with telling people how I feel...?" he mumbles sheepishly near my ear.

My boy perks with confusion. "Yeah, even when we first-"

"Would it suffice if..."

Before I can turn to search his face for what he could be implying, his grip around me loosens as he pulls back to look at me, one of his warm hands resting against my cheek. His face looms right in front of me, my breath catching in surprise, before he presses his lips to mine softly. The weightlessness in my stomach is unmistakable.

As quick and unexpected as it came, it also left, Shouto's half lidded gaze resting on me from a small distance away. All I can do is stare off dazed, still trying to process what just happened.

He leans back against the nearest desk in the front row. "I guess I should've asked first." I can see his cheeks and his ears turn almost as flushed as the color of his hair despite his hand covering half his face to hide it. "But it was the only way I can think to get my point across without stumbling over words."

My heart still flutters trying to recover back to normal, my knees shaking as I lean against the teacher's desk for stability. I resist the urge to touch my lips like a shocked schoolgirl, but I'm still trying to process the whole thing. "You know," I cough, "We did already kiss when we were like...five, so this wasn't really our first. But I don't usually count that-"

The intense color fades from his face almost at once, a darkness creeping into his gaze. "Then," he pins me back into the desk, hands on both sides of the wood to trap me, "I shouldn't have any qualms about doing it again."

Contrasting from his strong setup, his next kiss is still shy and hesitant. After exchanging a couple more tentative lip-caresses that still make my head spin, he's gotten his feet wet enough to go harder, establishing a rhythm between us. As his kisses intensify, his hands reach up to cup both sides of my nape, fingers tangling in my hair desperately and tilting my head up for a better angle. My own hands grasp the collar of his uniform, pulling him closer into the heat of the moment.

His body pushes me practically into sitting on top of the desk, moving one of his knees between my legs as he lets ones of his hands roam down to grip my waist. The sudden tug elicits a minute gasp, allowing Shouto to nip at my bottom lip before tugging my head back to trail soft kisses down my jaw. My fingers thread through his soft locks, letting him massage my neck with his mouth.

"W-Where did you learn all this?" I breathe out unsteadily, my breath refusing to return.

He straightens up and captures my lips in another slow kiss. "You'll never know." Another one. "I've admittedly imagined this for a while." The next kiss is much deeper, a hum vibrating from his chest as his fingers dig into my side again. "You're special, so dear." His mumbles between kisses become more incoherent as his kisses become messy.

"Shouto." I finally manage to push him away for me to breathe and calm my dizzy head. Both of us are panting. His half-lidded eyes and flushed face tempt me, but the fear of someone walking by suddenly alerts in my mind. "Someone might see us. Besides, isn't there something you need to say?"

His brow lifts. "I'm...sorry for being rude to you last week."

"That was needed, too," I chuckle, "But there's something else."

Confusion crosses his features. "Have I done something else wrong?"

My hands slide down to grip his hands. "Don't you need to ask me to date you officially?"

The tint of rose on his cheeks intensifies a shade. "I thought it was clear already..."

Another chuckle bubbles from my lips and I lean up to kiss his warm cheek. "I'll let it pass because I want to date you too." His face begins to light up in joy, but I push off from the desk and tow him out of the room. "But you have to start coming to class again."

Shouto catches up to keep pace with me and presses a kiss to my forehead. "Done."

"And you need to see a therapist, Mr. Bad Boy."

He breaks out into a smile at that nickname. "I'll think about it."

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boku-no-abo · 5 years ago

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I'M BACK! muahahaha. What are you headcanons for Omega Aizawa, Omega Bakugou, and Alpha Mic??? hehehe

Omega Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead

His scent is fresh ink.

He’s gotten shit about his scent being atypical before, and at this point he’s numb to it.

He lets Eri sleep in his nest to help with her nightmares.

Most people assume he’s an alpha or beta at first glance, but he’ll correct them if they say something about it or ask.

He’s the only omega on the UA staff except for Recovery Girl, but their age difference makes it a little hard to connect with her about omega problems seeing as she stopped having heats like, twenty years ago, so he feels a little lonely sometimes.

His only omega friend is Ms. Joke, and every time he meets up with her to talk about omega problems, he leaves desperately wishing he had other options.

He’s in a loose pack with Midnight and Mic. Packs are officially made by having a “head” alpha lightly bite all the other packmates on the scent gland on the left side of the neck (the right scent gland is for mating bites), and they’ve never done that, but their inner alphas and omega see each other as packmates.

When he’s in pre-heat (my verse’s pre-heats last for a week), he has his friends scent his sleeping bag so it can serve as a nest.

He’s an obsessive nester, and gets a little OCD over it at times. In pre-heat, he’ll spend hours reorganizing his nest to try and make it look “perfect.”

Omega teachers have a habit of getting attached to their kids, and he’s no exception. He gets pretty emotional whenever one of his classes graduates.

Class 1-A is the most attached he’s ever gotten to a class though, mainly because of his instincts kicking into overdrive during the USJ incident.

I have a concept called “imprinting,” which is when someone’s inner alpha/beta/omega accepts someone younger than them as their pup, usually after an event of some kind. Tsuyu imprinted on him when he saved her from Shigaraki, Bakugou after the Kamino incident, Shinsou after he was accepted into the hero program, and Eri after he’d been looking after her for a month or two. He has not talked to any of them about it, much to Present Mic’s chagrin.

Sometimes, when he gets the scent of a student on his clothes during the day while he’s in pre-heat, he’ll add it to his nest, as pre-heats make omega instincts stronger, including parental ones.

Most of the items in his nest were scented by Present Mic.

Omega Bakugou Katsuki

His scent is burnt sugar.

Like Aizawa, he’s gotten shit for his scent, as burnt smells are associated more with alphas.

Mitsuki’s an alpha and Masaru’s a beta, so he latched onto Inko as his omega role model when he was a kid. It shifted to Aizawa when he got to UA.

He doesn’t ask before he takes your shit for his nest, and he won’t give anything back. If you’re missing a shirt or a pillow, then too bad. It’s his now. You should’ve guarded it better.

He doesn’t give a shit about how people will see him because of his omega status. If they think omegas shouldn’t be this loud, or angry, or take leadership positions, then fuck them! He doesn’t need their shitty opinion!

He’s the head omega in the class, and there is literally no debate over it, unlike the role of head beta or head alpha.

Iida and Momo have a little rivalry going, seeing as they both see themselves as the head alpha, but they’re too polite to actually fight each other about it. Bakugou is infuriated by this and commonly tells them to “fight each other already!” whenever he sees them back down from another conflict, and sometimes has to be stopped from trying to fight them himself.

The first person he lets in his nest who wasn’t his dad is Jirou (as bros, not romantically), who normally comes to him when she needs emotional support. The rest of the Bakupack usually use Kaminari as their “emotional support omega.”

He’s the best omega in the class at reading people and the emotions in their scents, but he is horrible at reacting to it correctly.

Deku thinks of him as a packmate, and every time he mentions that out loud, Bakugou tries to blow his head off.

He got Aizawa to scent a blanket for his nest once. It was probably the most awkward encounter in both of the omegas' lives, but the result was well worth it. It’s his favourite item in his nest.

He’s gotten a lot of shit since the sports festival about being “too alpha” for an omega. He tries not to let it bother him.

Camie’s his go-to friend for omega shit. They’ve gone nest shopping together a few times. Kaminari felt betrayed when he found out.

Alpha Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic

His scent is chocolate fudge.

Most of the UA teachers are alphas, but he’s the main one alpha kids go to when they have questions that have to do with their secondary gender, mainly because he makes a big effort to make his students feel comfortable with him. Omega kids tend to go to Recovery Girl, and beta ones to Thirteen.

He changes his seating plan monthly so he can place alpha kids next to their omega crushes and vice versa, just for the drama.

His favourite student is Jirou (though he doesn’t let it show to anyone but her), and he sees the younger alpha as his “protege” thanks to her sound type quirk, spending time teaching her how to protect her allies hearing in battle. Thanks to this, he was the first person she told about her attraction to other alpha females and crush on Momo. He, of course, uses this knowledge to place them together in as many group projects as possible.

He gets really excited when Aizawa asks him to scent things for his nest, even though he’s been doing it for him since high school.

He’s pretty chill as far as alphas go. He’s got a dominant personality, but he only really gets protective over his packmates when he has a legitimate reason to think they’re in danger.

The only dominance fight he’s gotten in was with an alpha who was trying to court Aizawa in high school, even though the omega was oblivious to it. The alpha walked out with a burst eardrum, and Aizawa was pissed off about it for a week thanks to how stupid he thought it was.

He really likes seeing people he’s interested in wearing his clothes. Once, in high school, Aizawa put on his jacket and he got a nosebleed at the sight. Midnight hasn’t let him live it down to this day.

He loves letting his friends in his den, mainly because he likes compliments.

The reason his little pack with Midnight and Aizawa is informal is because they don’t want the drama of picking a head alpha, but he’s pretty sure he’d make a better one than Midnight (she, of course, thinks the exact same thing)

Damn this ended up being long lmao

#fallenangelofhades #asks #headcanons #omega aizawa #omega bakugou #alpha yamada #alpha present mic #aizawa shouta #bakugou katsuki #yamada hizashi #present mic #bnha omegaverse #mha omegaverse #mine #alpha midnight #alpha kayama #omega camie #omega kaminari #alpha jirou

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mistabullets · 5 years ago

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sfw bruno, giorno and mista with an intense crush headcanons? o///o

Bruno Bucciarati

The capo keeps his composure quite well, even when it’s a deadly situation. He can’t risk becoming distracted and jeopardizing not only missions, but his gang as well. However, because of this, he was never really found the time to pursuit relationships with others. Fearing his composure may slip or he may do something reekless for his lover.

However, there’s someone new he recruited. You’re quiet and have yet to adjust to the rest of the gang. Bruno, realizing to haven’t found your place within his gang, watches you from afar. He makes sure you’re eating and if you’re not, he’ll give you a simple meal. If you’re sleeping well, he’ll give natural products to induce slumbers. The capo watched after you.

The raven-haired man begins to notice small tidbits about yourself. You have bad habits, like chewing your lips or smoking cigarettes when stressed. When you’re focused on studies or puzzles, your eyebrows are scrunched up and makes you kind of look angry. He knows your daily routines and how pump yourself for missions; Bruno finds these things adorable.

Now Bruno finds his heart thumping in his chest when he’s in the same room as you. The heat in his cheeks flare, blushing at the mere thought of you. The effects you have on your capo annoys him... it doesn’t click to him that this a crush, an intense crush, until the two of you are alone during a weekly meeting. You give your capo a soft, genuine smile.

He’s happy to see you beaming, finally adjusting! He wants to see you grow and he wants to grow with you. However, the logical side of him attempts to reason that he can’t be doing this. Bruno shouldn’t be fancying the idea of beint romantically invovled with you. It’s inappropriate, it’s not right to pursue you, especially since he is your superior.

Bruno’s crush on you comes back and bites him during a mission. This is your first major one and it’s a test to see if you can truly handling living life as a mafioso. But he worries about you during the entirety of the mission, which is distracting him from other things. Bruno notices a man attempting to pull a fatal sneak attack on you. Shit, shit—

The capo doesn’t think and just springs forward, using Sticky Fingers to teleport his way over to you and push you out of harm’s way. Luckily, the enemy did not anticipate for Bruno and his stand to be here, so he’s beaten to a pulp. You look at your capo, quite astonished that he had nearly blown his cover just to save you from a foolish mistake.

You begin to appreciate your capo more and pay more attention, realizing his infatuation with you. You attempted to reason it was all in your head until Bruno came to your room one evening, confessing his feelings for you. You’re caught off guard, your heart hammering in your chest from Bruno’s declaration. You agree to have a date with him sometime soon.

Giorno Giovanna

Our golden boy here is on the reserved end when it comes to expressing romantic feelings. Sure, he’s charismatic and can flirt with people, but Giorno is more quiet and subtle with his love language. Plus, where he is quite young, he doesn’t have much experience. He has found himself admiring beautiful strangers but nothing more, nothing less.

Then you came along! You were just an average teenager, whose family were quite close to Bucciarati’s. You frequented the neighborhoods of the base and Giorno noticed your natural beauty immediately. While he was warn not to interact you too much, the young boy just couldn’t help it. Even the rare and accidental eye contacts had him blushing.

You and Giorno were the same age. While he respected his capo, he couldn’t help but make small talk with you... his heart would flutter with you small smiles or the slightest amount of pink which dusted your cheeks. Giorno learned about you; your family was well-known in the mafia world. Your father was a capo and you were expected to follow his footsteps.

He began fancying the idea of possibly becoming a mafia power couple. That was when it clicked that he may have had a huge crush on you. It was a far-reaching yet indulging fantasy of his but he wanted to make it into a reality. He thought of you more and more, making the time to talk to you, and always trying to get a smile out of you.

Giorno even went as far as giving you flowers. You saved each one of them, growing them in your personal garden. Things were going smoothly until Bruno betrayed Diavolo... your family stuck by Bucciarati’s and would go down with him. Your father was killed, your mother and sibling(s) missing, but you made it out. You met up with Bruno and the gang.

You looked like you’ve been through hell. But rather wallow in your self pity, you took on the mantle of protecting your family and joining Bruno in defeating the boss. Giorno admired your resolve and even convinced the capo that you were capable. Eventually you stand ability awakened, with defensive abilities, showing just how headstrong you truly were.

Despite losing your father, you still acted your usual self with Giorno. But you were more comfortable with confiding in him and about your fears. You weren’t quite ready to grow up, you had been pampered all you life. After one particular moment of vulnerability, Giorno noticed your tears and that’s when all of feelings came rushing to the surface.

He grabbed your hands. Giorno declared his admiration for you and swore to protect you and help find your family. He revealed his plan to you, partially blaming himself for your father’s death. He offered you everything, even a life of peace and away from Passione. However, much to his surprise, you confessed. “I think I would rather be with you, Gio.”

Guido Mista

The gunslinger is a simple man. He go through periods of short-lived crushes, fleeting fantasies but he realizes they were far-reaching. He has had a few flings but none of them were worth keeping since he never felt the spark ignite. Mists goes with the flow of life, letting things naturally fall into his lap, rather than searching for it.

God will give me an angel eventually, Mista thought to himself. Or maybe not. Some people never found their soulmate and that’s okay, he suppose. But he’s an optimistic romantic; he liked the idea of happy endings, fateful encounters, love at first sight. While his chances of that were slimmed down thanks to his work, he still hoped for it to come!

And it did, coming in the form of a new teammate. Gorgeous, pretty, beautiful, angelic... there were a lot of nice words used to describe you! And Mista was head over heels for you, despite just now meeting you for the first time. He even defended you, making sure you didn’t have to go through Abbacchio’s hazing, much to his dismay.

You were shy around the young man at first, not having any positive experiences with friendships and forming healthy relationships. But Mista, seemingly the one with less emotional baggage, showed you he was harmless. He didn’t want to take advantage of the newbie and your naivety, more like incorporate you into Bruno’s familigia.

And you believed him since he often became mad for your stake, such as yelling at Abbacchio for hurting your feelings or Fugo for being impatient when it came to tutoring you. While one could say it was due to his intense crush on you, it was because after getting to know you, Mista understood you were a soft and gentle person, taking thins passively.

He helped you grow as a person. And even though things were moving so quickly, when you betrayed the boss, Mista kept you secured. It was sweet how protective he became of you, like how a good dog would become loyal to their owner. You were oblivious to his puppy dog love for you, believing it was just him taking on the role of a mentor.

After an intense battle with one of Diavolo’s bodyguards, Mista feared he almost lost you. But he reacted on instincts, coming to aid, ignoring the fact he was an easy target. It was like some miracle from God, cause both of you managed to go with minimal injuries. For once, you became slightly angry at Mista, “Why would you do that, you know better—“

“I-It’s because... aghhh! I love you dammit!” he said, thinking of how it sucked to confess right now. But he saw where you became flustered with his confession. “O-Oh, I... I feel the same. I thought you were just being nice to me.” Mista laughed, you were quite oblivious, but he was also oblivious for not realizing the feeling was mutual. But at least he knew he had an angel.

#my writing #sfw #headcanons #anonymous #bruno bucciarati #giorno giovanna #guido mista #mista guido #golden wind #vento aureo #violence mentions #jjba #jojo #jojo’s bizarre adventure #also side note #not to be mean but pls be more specific next time #cause i was thinking like yandere/posessive at first

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ollieofthebeholder · 4 years ago

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leaves too high to touch (roots to strong to fall): a TMA fanfic

Also on AO3. Chapter 1 on Tumblr here.

Chapter 2: Jon

“Tea, Jon?”

Jon looks up from the paperwork he’s studying to see Martin hovering in the doorway, mug in hands and looking even jumpier and more uncertain than usual. The thought of what did he mess up this time intersects with did something happen last night and means Jon isn’t sure what his expression is doing. He scans Martin’s face, looking for clues to what he might need to be worrying about. If he needs to be worrying, or worrying more than usual. He tries to hide it around the office, but he is concerned about Martin’s comfort and safety. He’s begun leaving less and less and it has very little to do with thinking he, personally, might be in danger (although the idea of Jane Prentiss following him home is not a pleasant one) and more to do with worrying about Martin being in the Archives alone. He says he’s fine, and for the most part seems normal, except the nerves, but Jon can’t help but be concerned. Especially since he’s still carrying a lingering sense of guilt from Martin’s reasoning for being in that basement in the first place. That he felt he needed to prove something to Jon…

Martin’s eyebrows draw together, just slightly, and the worry in his eyes amps up a bit, and Jon realizes abruptly that he’s waiting for an answer to his question. “Oh—ah—thank you, Martin. I appreciate that.”

Martin smiles, just a little, and comes over to set the mug on Jon’s desk. It’s sort of part of the ritual at this point. Usually, Jon is busy, so Martin brings him a cup of tea and sets it on the corner of his desk until he has time to drink it.

Today, though, he’s more or less at a stopping point, and he notices that Martin’s hand is shaking slightly, enough to set the tea sloshing in the cup.

“Here, careful, you’ll spill that in a moment.” Jon reaches up with both hands to take the mug from Martin, then sets it on the desk and studies his assistant. “Are you all right?”

“Fine! Fine, I’m fine, I’m—I’m fine.” Martin swallows. He has never looked less fine to Jon. “It’s just—I’m just—I’m fine.”

“Martin,” Jon says carefully. He rifles through several possible options. It could be lack of sleep making Martin shaky. It could be low blood sugar. It could be he has actually done something wrong with regards to his work and he’s afraid Jon will yell at him. It could be he opened the door and managed to let another animal in. It could just be the general atmosphere of the Archives getting to him. Jon doesn’t feel like playing Twenty Questions right then when a single direct one will suffice. “What’s wrong?”

“N-nothing, it’s just…” Martin worries at his lip for a moment. “I—I need to tell you something.”

“Go ahead.” Jon is still struggling for the balance between his natural personality and the front he put on when he was first appointed to his position—the one he meant to be professional and responsible but turned out more like grouchy asshole—and he’s not sure if his tone of voice comes out right or not.

Martin doesn’t say anything for a moment, and Jon is about to prompt him again when he suddenly blurts out, “I lied.”

Jon stills. He normally has to stop himself from fidgeting—twirling a pen in his fingers, worrying at the cuffs of his shirts, picking at scabs—constant small, nigh-unnoticeable movements that he does without even thinking about and fights any time there is another person present in his office. But at those two words, his entire body seems to seize up. His mind instantly goes to the statement he recorded, the one where he talked about being held hostage in his home for two weeks by what they all believe to be Jane Prentiss. If he lied about that…

No. No, it can’t be that. The worms are real and they are stalking the Institute. Sasha’s encounter with the being calling itself Michael lends more weight to Martin’s statement as well. And surely Martin wouldn’t still be staying in the Archives if he honestly didn’t have to. No story is worth selling that hard. But Jon can’t think of anything else Martin might have said lately that he would feel the need to confess to lying about, unless…

Jon suddenly realizes that Martin has continued talking and he has heard none of it. He holds up a hand to stop him. “Wait. Start over. You what?”

“Lied on my CV,” Martin repeats, and Jon becomes aware that his heart stopped only when it begins to beat again. “I don’t have a master’s in parapsychology. I don’t even have a degree. When I was seventeen, my mum was—she started getting sick, and I had to drop out of school and get a job. We needed the money. Nobody would hire me, and I started getting desperate, so—so I started lying on my applications. I got the interview with Elias and he hired me, but I don’t actually have the credentials I said I did. Most of my employment details are made up. I’m only twenty-eight.”

Martin says all of this in a rush, then falls silent, watching him nervously. Jon suspects that a proper boss would be irritated at best, angry at worst. That he ought to fire Martin immediately for dishonesty, or report him to Elias.

He doesn’t. He can’t. In the first place, the thought of actually firing anyone makes his stomach turn, and he always feels uncomfortable in Elias’s office, like a child being punished for something he can’t quite figure out what he did wrong. In the second place, he doesn’t want to fire Martin specifically, and right now he refuses to examine why.

Besides…there’s something impressive about a seventeen-year-old, even one over six feet tall, walking in off the street claiming to have a master’s degree in a relatively obscure and highly specialized subject and managing to sell it. And Martin’s been here eleven years now, which means that not only has he proven competent enough not to be fired before now, he’s gained enough experience to match the rest of them. Maybe even surpass them. Jon is conscious of a slight feeling of inadequacy, his own degree be damned.

He clears his throat. “Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

“Because I thought you’d fire me?” Martin’s voice drifts to a slightly higher register, as it often does when he’s nervous.

No, not nervous. Scared. Martin is genuinely scared of what Jon might say or do to him. Jon finds himself instinctively wanting to get up and wrap Martin in a hug, which scares him. It’s another feeling he has no idea what to do with, or where it came from, and so tries to ruthlessly pack it away but only succeeds in shoving it into a mental cupboard like a child who spent the day reading instead of tidying his room like he promised and is now desperately trying to hide the mess before some grown-up comes in to inspect. It’s going to come tumbling out the minute someone touches the handle and he will still not have any idea how to deal with it other than panicked denial of having put it there in the first place.

“I’m not going to fire you,” he says instead, wrapping his hands around his mug of tea for something to do with them. It’s the same mug Martin always brings him tea in, the bone china one printed all over with cats, and Jon’s never been able to figure out how Martin knows he’s a cat person, since he’s never mentioned it and doesn’t own one at the moment. “Good Lord, Martin, you’ve been here eleven years. I think you know your way around the paranormal by now. If you’d told me you didn’t have the experience in academia…well, it certainly would have explained more than a few things.”

Martin’s cheeks turn pink, and he looks down at his shoes. “I know I’m not all that good at the job.”

“You’re…not up to the standards I’d expect from someone with eleven years’ experience and a master’s degree, certainly,” Jon says. He tries to moderate his tone so he doesn’t sound like he’s scolding. He isn’t. “But if I’d known you didn’t have that degree…I would have judged you a lot less harshly. You are a very good researcher, Sasha was right when she said that.”

The blush on Martin’s cheeks deepens, and he mumbles something that might be thanks. Jon decides to take it as such, and also takes a sip of tea to try and cut through the tangle of emotions inside him.

“Ask for help,” he says when he can trust himself to speak again. “If you need it. Tim and Sasha have the experience with academia you don’t, they’ll be more than happy to help you. And…if you’d rather do more of the filing and cataloging duties, the parts that are more like what you would have done in the library, than the researching…”

“I don’t mind researching. I really enjoy it. I just—I don’t always know what I’m doing, and I’m sorry. You’re right. I should have told you that a long time ago.” Martin takes a deep breath. “I—I’ll ask. I will. Thank you. And I’m sorry again.”

“Stop apologizing, Martin.” Jon realizes his tone might have come out a bit harsh and forces himself to soften his voice. “What’s done is done. But…yes. You’re still looking into Tom Haan, correct?”

“I—y-yeah, yeah.”

“Get Tim to help you with that. In fact, have him handle it today. I’d like you to go through the Archives for me and see if you can find anything that seems…relevant to our current situation.” Jon doesn’t know why the thought pops into his head, but it occurs to him that there might be more to the Jane Prentiss situation than he knows, that perhaps Martin can find something relevant. He has faith that if anyone can find it, it’s Martin, and he’s not sure where that certainty comes from. “Perhaps you can do the stapling for Sasha, if you have time?”

Martin hesitates. “Ah—is this a good time to tell you that you’re really not supposed to do that?”

“What, stapling?” Jon frowns.

“Yeah, you—I mean, if they were brass staples, maybe, or the Morel stainless steel ones, but the regular ones? They rust, you know? You’re not supposed to use metals that rust on documents you’re planning to keep permanently. It ruins them. I know you’re trying to record the statements and all, but especially the ones we have to do on the tapes, magnetic files can be corrupted…” Martin trails off, and he’s blushing harder than before.

Jon blinks at him. “I—I didn’t know that. Thank you, Martin, that’s…that’s helpful.”

He offers Martin a small smile, and Martin’s face turns so red Jon worries his hair might actually catch fire. “N-no problem. It’s—I mean, I’ve kind of been going around at night and taking the staples out sometimes, b-but I found a couple plastic paper clips in one of the drawers and I replaced them with those, so…”

“I’ll see about ordering some brass staples,” Jon promises. “I had no idea there were other kinds that weren’t meant for upholstery or surgery or some such. And—thank you again.”

Martin nods quickly. “I’ll go…see what I can find. And thank you. For—for not being mad at me.”

Jon gives a soft huff of laughter. “To tell the truth, Martin, I’m actually rather relieved.”

Martin offers Jon a shy smile, then backs out of his office, still blushing furiously. Jon takes another sip of his tea. It’s made, as usual, exactly the way he likes it.

He silences the part of him that wonders if that was how he liked it before Martin started making it that way and gets back to work.

#tma #the magnus archives #jonmartin #leaves too high to touch (roots too strong to fall)#time travel fix it au #this is the closest s1 Jon and Martin get to actually communicating #ollie writes fanfic

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missmitchieg · 4 years ago

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The Phantoms, Triple Threat, Nick, & Caleb Covington as Pokemon trainers

Julie’s Pokemon: Sawsbuck (Bambi), Lurantis (Bloom), Mismagius (Magician), Pikachu (Sparkler), Solrock (Sunshine), Meganium (Long-Neck)

Julie’s a loving, gentle trainer that gives every Pokemon that comes her way a nickname and lets them out every once in a while to relax and play in a forest but goes hard in battles. She never loses. Her Pokemon never lose.

She’s good friends with every nurse Joy and officer Jenny and loves meeting new friends along the way to becoming a real Pokemon master. She never forgets her daily check-in calls with Ray and Carlos. She also keeps in touch with her best friend, Flynn, and loves the pictures she gets from her.

She likes to give her updates on “that cute but mischievous boy with the Gyarados and the Charizard“ that she’s pretty sure has a thing for her but she’s too shy to ask. Even if he seems to just “pop up“ wherever she goes after they met outside of a gym.

She genuinely laughed in Caleb Covington’s face when he tried, and failed epicly, to intimidate her. She thought it was the funniest thing she’d ever heard. Then she proceeded to beat him in battle. In public. Humiliating him. She hates him, and Team Rocket, and everything they stand for.

Bloom and Magician usually prefer to be out of their balls and walk and float around with her. She likes that about them. Sunshine and Lon-Neck seem to be closest with each other, but love the rest of the team as well. And they never run low on food or berries to munch on while they make pit stops on their journey.

Julie usually likes to wear a purple t shirt or sweater, a matching purple headband, white pants and sneakers and a black jacket. She always has a charm bracelet with 6 charms: A Poke Ball, a Great Ball, an Ultra Ball, a Master Ball, a Love Ball and a Friend Ball.

Luke’s Pokemon: Jolteon (Bolt), Charizard (Blaze), Gyarados (Bayou), Poliwrath (Polly), Zapdos (Tazer), Beedrill (Honey)

Yeah, Luke’s a bit of a genwunner. What’s it to ya? He knows what he likes and he knows what’s good. And yeah, he might have gotten himself in trouble with more than one officer Jenny more than twice for trying to steal a potion or two. (Nurse Joys always hate him so he’s learned to stay away from centers.) So he’s a rebel. Sue him. At least he cares enough to get them for his team.

Unlike those awful Team Rocket people that, rather than loving and caring for Pokemon like the epic, amazing, awesome creatures they are, they hurt them. Luke hates Team Rocket with all of his heart and he makes that fact known. He’s only ever met two, and they both sucked. One yelled at a kid’s Geodude and the other made a Togepi cry. Hard. He took it upon himself to comfort the little Togepi and feed him some (stolen) Pokemon food until he smiled and skipped away like nothing had happened.

Anyway, he loves being a trainer and exploring places with his Pokemon and he loves forest picnics (of stolen food, usually) and watching his Gyarados hide in waterfalls to jump out and scare people off. He also likes to keep tabs on “that girl that gives her Pokemon nicknames like a (pretty) dork” (Which is a thing he totally didn’t steal from her. He was already calling his team those names.) and tell the few friends he has about her.

Charizard and Jolteon have been with him since the very beginning of his journey, as a little but strong Charmander and Eevee and he loves them (and everyone else) like crazy. Zapdos tends to come out of his Ultra Ball without warning to spread his wings. Poliwrath is a big fan of swimming in lakes when they find them.

Luke generally wears a blue tank top with a black vest hoodie, jeans and black boots. He’s never seen without his blue knitted beanie (”My mom knitted this, so I’m wearing it forever.”) or the pink, red and blue friendship bracelet Reggie had gifted both him and Alex with before they went on their journeys. (”Reggie and Alex are my best friends, so I’m wearing it forever.”) Luke’s bracelet has a Master Ball charm and he loves it.

Reggie’s Pokemon: Eevee (Foxy), Braixen (Fire-Starter), Vulpix (Curly Top), Cyndaquil (Volcano), Teddiursa (Baby Bear), Togetic (Angel)

Reggie’s not necessarily too concerned with being a Pokemon master. You see, he’s more inclined to just have a good time and explore and let his Pokemon just be and give them all nicknames. He’ll sometimes pop into a Poke Mart just to say hi and grab a potion or two, mostly to not have to bother nurse Joy about his Eevee, who prefers to be carried around like a baby, (And who he doesn’t want to evolve into anything. Same with the rest of them. He’s very content with his “baby” team, thank you.), or his other Pokemon, again.

He likes hearing about his friends crazy adventures, though! And he likes hearing about their love lives, even if they’re both too shy to do much about anything. He likes telling his friends about all the stuff he sees in his town, like the old guy selling Pokemon food and the little girl that “just has an Arcanine, a Flareon, and an Infernape already! How did one little girl manage that?”

Reggie thinks he’s really lucky he’s never met a Team Rocket member, considering everything he’s heard about them from Luke, they suck. He’s honestly started to genuinely hate them by emotional osmosis at this point.

Reggie likes to dress in red and black flannels, white or grey t shirts, black jeans, black sandals, his own friendship bracelet that has an Eevee charm and a black jacket when the weather calls for it.

Alex’s Pokemon team: Sobble, Psyduck, Entei, Rapidash, Lapras, Starmie

So catching the Entei was kind of an accident. He’d just been exploring around a volcano looking to try and catch a Rapidash (he got it) when the volcano erupted and Entei appeared. He had (somehow) managed to calm the rather disgruntled Pokemon and catch it with a Poke Ball and Entei loves being part of Alex’s team, as do the rest of them. The Lapras was an accident, too, but that’s another story for another day. It involves a very grumpy, greedy hunter and Psyduck’s chronic headache.

Sobble, Starmie and Psyduck all just kind of felt drawn to him. He wasn’t going to question why an anxious duck with a permanent headache, a water lizard that always looked distressed and a star felt like sticking around him, but he loved them all equally. He loves updating his friends, Luke and Reggie on his adventures and catches (and the cute boy with the Blissey and Bellossom he met in a Poke Mart and keeps bumping into “on accident”*) or just calling to talk about nothing when he misses them.

(*It’s so not an accident.)

Alex likes to wear pink t shirts with a grey or black jean jacket, blue jeans, a white snapback and black sneakers. He never takes off his friendship bracelet and is very careful to not snag it on a twig or door handle or lose the Starmie charm.

Willie’s Pokemon: Blissey, Bellossom, Slowbro, Snorlax, Garchomp, Aromatisse

Earlier on in life, Willie had been pretty certain he wanted to be like his dad and become a real gym leader, but over time, he grew to like the idea of being a Pokemon doctor. His parents were a bit surprised by the news of their boy wanting to be a doctor, but they wholeheartedly supported his dreams and let him go to school to be a doctor, getting semi-regular updates from him.

Now, he’s often seen picking berries from trees and walking into Poke Marts to grab whatever he’d run out of that week, always happy to see the store clerks or say hi to a friend whose Pokemon he helped heal. (He especially liked when he ran into that Cute Blond Boy and he sometimes walks into stores just to talk to him even if he bought supplies just the day before, but shh. Cute Blond Boy doesn’t need to know that.) He also liked to offer grumpy, angry people a couple bites of Blissey egg to make them happy just because.

Willie usually likes to be comfortable and wear orange and white tie dye t shirts or orange and yellow floral t shirts, blue jeans, white sandals, and his hair loosely tied in a bun. After meeting Cute Blonde Boy, though, he started incorporating snapbacks and sneakers into his wardrobe. He liked how they looked on Cute Blond Boy better, though.

Flynn’s Pokemon: Liepard, Torracat, Delcatty, Pyroar, Lillipup, Persian

Flynn is honestly more of a Pokemon photographer than anything. She likes to hang around fields and forests to see the Pokemon roam free and take pictures or just watch while her big and little wildcats (Her favorites.) and her puppy (Accident. She doesn’t know how she fell so hard for the little pup.) either play or lie next to her and nap. She sends her favorites to her best friend, Julie and talks to her over the phone all the time. She likes hearing about her adventures and her cute boy and give advice on how to talk to him.

Flynn has only ever encountered Caleb, Dante and Fuego twice and she hated him instantly. The first time, she saw him snap at a little boy holding a Growlithe plushie. She had instinctively sicced her Pyroar’s flamethrower on him, yelling at him to leave the kid alone. The second time, she saw him physically grab a girl’s Hoppip and stomped toward him, commanding her Liepard to use Fury Swipes on him. She watched him struggle to walk away afterwards, gently handing the Hoppip back to the little girl and pointing in the direction of a Pokemon center just in case “her little friend got hurt when the mean guy grabbed her”.

Flynn is always seen wearing some kind of wildcat print in her outfits. Whether it’s the orange tiger t shirt and blue jeans combo with matching tiger boots she loved to put together, or the leopard print dress she saved for special occasions. She and Julie have always worn their matching charm bracelets with nothing but pride and love.

Carrie’s Pokemon: Mew, Sylveon, Dragonair (Shiny), Alomomola, Clefable, Audino

Listen, Carrie Wilson may be a pink princess, but don’t mistake her love of girly, glittery clothes and only having pink Pokemon on her team as her being weak. It’s not “she loves pink and glitter, but she’s strong and smart“, it’s “she loves pink and glitter AND she’s strong and smart“.

She simply has an aesthetic and an image to maintain and she maintains it, while having a team of strong fighters. She caught her Mew when all she had was a Sylveon and a couple of Pokeballs (What, like it’s hard?) and she’s proud to have a Mew, who prefers to float around her or piggyback her rather than be stuck in a ball, on her team.

She thinks it’s hilarious that Caleb assumed she would be at all scared of him. And assumed that she would lose to him. Carrie Wilson never loses a battle and she doesn’t plan to make that a habit of hers anytime soon. It’s simply not what Carrie Wilson does. Carrie Wilson instills fear into the hearts of weak little men, and has fun doing it.

But she’s always nice to little girls like her who love pink and love to beat boys in battle. She even gives girls strategic advice and runs into stores to buy them potions, poison heals and more just because. Little girls love her for it and she loves the little girls she comes across like her sisters.

Carrie wears a bedazzled white t shirt with a picture of a Love Ball on the front, a pink (faux, of course) fur coat, a sparkly pink tiered skirt with matching pink high heels. She saves her favorite pink and silver crystal dress for only the most special occasions.

Nick’s Pokemon: Cubone, Elekid, Wartortle, Chimchar, Pidgey, Butterfree

Nick is an aspiring baseball player, just like his dad. He’s not the best in battle, and he has to make quite a few emergency trips to Pokemon centers or clinics when he’s out of potions, but his team still loves him and fiercely (Well, as fierce as a tiny dinosaur, a ball of electricity, a turtle, a chimp, a pidgeon, and a butterfly can be.) protects him from danger.

Like that time when he accidentally angered a flock of Zubat by kicking a rock a little too hard and startling them awake. Emolga and Chimchar had to come to his rescue and they managed to get away relatively unscathed. Or that time he’d been found by a sweet old couple that offered him a warm meal, some Pokemon food and a bed for the night. After he’d been ambushed by a massive colony of angry Beedrill for walking too close to Beedrill territory.

Nick liked to wear a yellow t shirt with his dad’s baseball team, The Electabuzz, white shorts, black sandals and a white vest. He was always in either that or a regular white t shirt with a Poke Ball, blue jeans, and white sneakers.

Caleb’s Pokemon: Seviper, Grimmsnarl, Gengar, Skarmory, Umbreon, Spectrier

Caleb’s a member of Team Rocket. No one there really likes him or takes him seriously except Dante and Fuego, but he’s convinced himself they all do. No one, not even Dante and Fuego, is really sure how he managed to catch the Spectrier (or any of his team, because they don’t really like him much, either), but they also haven’t bothered to ask and he can’t really be bothered to tell.

He’s totally not friends with Dante and Fuego (yes, he is) and he totally doesn’t love them like sons, what? He doesn’t have a heart. (Except for Dante and Fuego.) He steals from stores and scares kids just by existing near them. Except Julie, Flynn, Carrie, and Luke. They’re not scared of anything. He’s more scared of them.

He hates the standard “bland, boring and ugly” Team Rocket uniform. With a burning passion. So naturally, he decided to dye the white parts of his uniform purple and cover it in glitter, replacing the hat with a much more his style top hat. He had gotten in trouble for the modifications to the outfit initially, but he didn’t care much. He was evil, but he wasn’t boring. And his boss had just sighed and decided he could get used to the non-regulation uniform after all.

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birth chart reading for @phoneixfromtheashes

🦋 chart shape, dominants

your chart is a locomotive shape. this means that you're a very ambitious person, with a lot of energy. pluto has a big influence on you, and your life revolves around understanding your feelings, transformation and emotional growth. the empty part of your life is what you have to develop, hence your family, career life and also your mental health.

your dominant planets are mars, venus and the sun. you are definitely a very charismatic and charming individual! you have high standards and big goals for your life that you are motivated to achieve. you could come off as a know-it-all as you're quite confident, but you have a very caring and affectionate side to you that others may not see at first.

your dominant sign is aries. you may have a reputation for being impulsive and straight-forward. you don't like beating around the bush, especially when people purposely get on your nerves. on the other hand, you're very loyal and generous when it comes to your loved ones. you're very opinionated, and you always wanna make sure that your voice is heard. you're proud of yourself.

your dominant element is air. in your life, you adore seeking for knowledge of any kind. you may be interested in studying different subjects, from those you study at school like science, maths, literature etc. to more unconventional ones, such as astrology, psychology, criminology and so on. you enjoy interacting with people; even if you’re not that sociable, you’ll still be interested in their point of view and their ideals, as you see it as a way to expand your own mind. you’re also interested in vintage, and you may have a retro aesthetic or just like history in general.

🌎 ascendant in sagittarius, 19° / 2nd decan ruled by jupiter and mars

you see the world as an adventure. I feel like you typically don’t relate to sagittarius ascendant stereotypes; sag risings are usually very happy-go-lucky, they smile often, but pluto being conjunct to it may change things a bit. you’re more of a loner, you’re not as extroverted as other sagittariuses. you may relate more to scorpio rising, actually. ironically, you often look sad or angry. you have a knack for philosophy, and your favourite is most probably ‘you only live once’. you tame dying before making the amount of experiences you want to have in your life, hence you could even be impulsive sometimes. you’re the type to always be up to crack a joke or anything that can make you and others smile, yet when someone gets against you, it’s over for them. you have quite of a sharp tongue, you’re pretty blunt and straight-forward. in fact, you may often get in troubles due to your impulsiveness, which may be misunderstood. you have an incredible charm to you; it’s not like taurus’ or libra’s, those are more related to physical traits. sagittarius people, on the other hand, are surely very talented at something; maybe, at school you were one of the best students, and everyone recognized it and appreciated you for that; people understand your potential, and you may often receive compliments for your skills. basically, your personality is charismatic. due to pluto being conjunct the ascendant, I feel like you may even struggle too much with pessimism during your first years, but in case you are, you shouldn’t be. jupiter is also your dominant planet, and it’s willing to give you the best of luck if you respect its themes. hence, you need to have faith in the universe and be optimistic. try to look more at the positive sides in life and even in people. physically, sagittarius is all about abundance, hence you may have trouble losing weight. you could have big bones, or at least something bigger on your body that doesn’t make you look like a victoria’s secret’s model. you’re more on the thick side, in fact you probably have a pear/hourglass body shape, with wider hips and/or thick thighs and lower body in general. you could also have wide shoulders, and something big and memorable on your face as well. maybe you have a very distinctive nose, or perhaps your eyes are almond-shaped. your forehead and lips could be pretty wide as well. I’ve also noticed that sagittarius people have a very lively sparkle in their eyes, even though they may be very dark. it’s like having two/three tiny diamonds at the centre of each of your eyes.

🌞 sun in capricorn, 28° / 3rd decan ruled by saturn and mercury

you are an extremely hard-working and responsible person, even though you may struggle with self-esteem as a child. in fact, you're quite insecure about yourself. you're a perfectionist, you always want to be at your best state, and that could pressure you. since you were a child, you always took care of your responsibilities, in fact you probably didn't find yourself at ease around your peers at school. you get along more with older people, or that are at least as mature as you, as you grew up sooner than other kids, with a strong sense of duty. you tend to be a bit too materialistic; for example, when thinking about a gift, you immediately think about something material that costs money, not something handmade, for example. money is very important for you, and you aspire to achieve a great status in life. you're also quite pessimistic, you never set your expectations too high, mostly out of fear. you're constantly afraid that things could turn out the way you don't want them to be, as you always want to have everything under control. because of that, you may even appear as bossy or snobby, as you may have the impulse to control people as well. you don't do it out of malice, though, it's something very subconscious that comes from fear. fear of not being able to achieve your goals and being criticized by others.

capricorn sun conjunct aquarius venus: you enjoy peace and harmony. you want your surroundings to look all neat and clean, and same goes for the people you surround yourself with. you wish people saw you as easy to approach, even though you may struggle with your image. you try to be as formal and kind as possible with people you don’t know well, unless they start getting on your nerves by disagreeing with your opinions or being too bossy. you’re very feminine, not only in your looks and manners but also in the way you dress. you’re quite romantic too, and dream of having a perfect marriage. the downside to this aspect is that because you take so much care of yourself, people may mistake your self-love for vanity, especially with your capricorn sun. also, your self-esteem may depend too much on others’ opinion of you; you may start thinking you’re ugly and unworthy of love just because someone told you you’re not their type, to sum up.

🌙 moon in aries, 1° / 1st decan ruled by mars

you aim for greatness. this is where your strong desire to be the #1 comes from, pretty much. you're very proud of yourself, and you don't like to acknowledge your mistakes. you always want to look like you have your life together, even in certain moments when you feel lost. I would say that this is a sort of self-sabotaging mechanism, as you can literally go as far as forcing a smile if it shows the world that you can stand by yourself. overall, I would say you deal with your emotions in a very 'child-like' way; after all, aries is pretty self-centered. you tend to preserve yourself more, unless someone really special to you is involved. in fact, aries moon makes you really protective of your loved and trusted ones, even though they're not many because of your high standards. you're also very honest, you speak from your heart. while it's a positive trait, you may be too blunt and ruin your relationships because of that. you're both smart and fast, hence you may get annoyed when people mishear or misunderstand your words

aries moon conjunct aries mars: your feelings are very intense. you may tend to react aggressively, or at least overreact. you feel the constant need to express your emotions, but you also want to be understood by others. you tend to be aggressive because you're actually afraid that others may be the first ones to hurt you. you don't really do it with malice, it's your way to defend yourself from eventual enemies. this placement also indicates that your childhood / family life was or will be quite turbulent. to cope with this placement, I'd suggest you to be a little bit more mechanic when you express your feelings. you don't have to hide them, just try not to vent all your anger around.

aries moon square cancer jupiter: you enjoy making different experiences and living your life to the fullest, making you also a risk-taker. you may lack self-control. with this trait you get bored easily, and you may have a reputation for being flaky. you tend to overindulge; you may spend too much money, or even develop eating disorders like binge-eating. at least, you're able to build your life again and have a fresh start, but you risk to get stuck in this cycle. you have the potential to master different talents, but you may struggle to develop them due to this placement. you're a procrastinator, and you find it hard to focus on more things at the same time. you may also attract people with different beliefs and ideas from you, causing you to fall out with them easily. there are also positive sides to this placement, though! you're probably naturally lucky, even though luck may not always be by your side. you have a nice sense of humor, making you more likeable to contrast your pluto conjunct your rising.

🗣 mercury in aquarius, 14° / 2nd decan ruled by uranus and mercury

mercury is exalted in the sign of aquarius, so this is definitely a beneficial placement! you have a very distinctive way of thinking and speaking. you don't like being like others, you don't follow trends. you're probably the trendsetter, and you may find confidence and pride in your ideas and opinions. some may even define you weird, but you have very strong beliefs that could actually be helpful for the world. you're quite 'ahead' of others from this point of view, you're able to find beauty in things without being influenced by others. for example, you may follow a fashion trend before it gets viral. you are able to come up with very innovative ways of solving problems, you're extremely creative. you may even be the type to invent your own words, or perhaps you love learning and reading new words, you have a wide vocabulary. you're also probably interested in science and any darker or logical topic, you want to use your words and theories to change something in the world. you want to leave an impact, maybe even help others through your mind. you have a very witty sense of humor, you most likely speak fluent sarcasm and you're also very astute. I would say that the only problem with this placement is that you may come off as a know-it-all. you're proud of your intellect, you can't help but show it off, but obviously others may be jealous of you or feel attacked. for your voice, I assume you have a very particular tone, maybe even a nasal voice. mercury is also retrograde, so you may have troubles communicating your thoughts in a clear and understandable way. due to this, people may misunderstand your ideas and opinions and viceversa. you're more introspective, you're better at thinking than speaking, which may make you more of a listener.

❤️ venus in aquarius, 0° / 1st decan ruled by uranus

when it comes to love, you actually step out of your comfort-zone! aquarius is unpredictable; that is, you're not into clichés. sure, you need a loyal partner who's stable both emotionally and financially, but at the same time they must have something unique about them. you're not the type to fall for the first guy you see down the street. in addition to that, you're not into the typical, cheesy romantic stuff. you want your partner to be a friend, not only a boyfriend/husband. you want to feel able to talk and vent to them, just like you'd do with a friend, but also someone that is willing to stay with you through thick and thin. you hardly fall in love at first sight, and you act quite casually around your crushes. in fact, most of the times you come off as so detached that you hardly look like you're interested in someone. people could get intimidated from you because of that, in fact sometimes you just wish you could be the one taking the lead and ask others out, and maybe you do. also, you need a partner that can stimulate you mentally. you can't stand a boring relationship with no amusement and excitement, you want someone that can constantly surprise you in some way. in fact, you'd probably choose brains over looks. last but no least, you hate feeling committed. that doesn't mean that you're unloyal, not at all. but you can't be with someone possessive that wants to take control of your life, it would be the death of you. you're able to stand up on your own.

aquarius venus conjunct aquarius neptune: this placement balances your strict, detached aquarius venus combined with your materialistic earth energy, giving you a place in your heart for romance. you probably dream of a love like those you hear about in fairytales; you're not only looking for a partner, you literally want a princess/prince, who's willing to give their all to you. you find yourself daydreaming often about love, and it may also be your source of inspiration for creativity and art in general. probably, you may idealize people too much; that is, you may create a version of others that only exists in your head. hence, once you get to know someone better, they turn out to be the exact opposite of what you thought. this causes you to be sort of naive when it comes to relationships, so pay extra attention to this problem now that you're aware of it.

☄️ mars in aries, 0° / 1st decan ruled by mars

you're very impulsive, it's natural for you to act before you think. you're motivated to pursue your goals. you're a natural born leader, you love being the boss and being seen as a point of reference, even though this could make you seem a bit bossy when working in groups. people may see you as fearless, but that's because you don't think much about your decisions. even if you make a wrong choice, you don't give up and try anything to solve it. in fact, you can't stand losing. you're a serious competitor, you always strive for the 1st place. that's also caused by the fact that, with your capricorn sun, you're likely afraid that people could see you as too weak, and then take advantage of your kindness. you're very defensive, but your purpose isn't hurting others, but protecting yourself.

aries mars square cancer jupiter: you easily come off as more assertive and arrogant than you actually are. you say things impulsively, and sometimes you’re too blunt and hurt people’s feelings. you don’t do it on purpose, though, there’s no malice behind your acts; it’s just your natural way to express your opinions. you’re also very competitive, and this may make you look selfish. on a positive side, you probably have a naturally nice body (or maybe you react fast to diet/workout). you’re a risk-taker, and if you’re not you should try breaking the rules sometimes (obviously not doing illegal stuff lol). in fact, it’s when you’re both physically and mentally active that you’re able to come up with even better ideas, as you’re full of creativity. to cope with this placement, you can try doing something fun to challenge your mind, basically get out of your comfort-zone. of course you don’t have to overdo it, but it would be beneficial.

🏡 houses

your 1st house is in sagittarius, with also the sun, chiron and venus placed there. you come off as someone very sympathetic and bold, you're probably the fun one in the family or in your group of friends, even though pluto's presence conjunct the ascendant may delay this energy. you are very charismatic, you have a witty sense of humor and people are always pleased to have you around, as you're able to light up the room. people always see you as someone easy to talk to, someone trustworthy. you probably have great problem-solving skills or, otherwise, you just ignore your problems and wait for time to heal. you're also quite spiritual, you may be sensitive to higher entities and you could possibly also be religious. chiron is also here: your deepest insecurity is your appearance, your identity. it may be that when you were younger, you used to struggle a lot with your appearance. you could have been bullied, or perhaps you could have suffered from an eating disorder. luckily, this placement can get better. in fact, you can gain wisdom from this wound of yours; you can heal others who have self-worth issues once you start loving yourself. your sun and venus here definitely make you very attractive! people often find you charming, even if you're not conventionally beautiful there's something about you that makes you attract people. you'll become more confident and aware of your charisma as you grow up.

your 2nd house is in aquarius. neptune, uranus and mercury are also placed there. your relationship with money isn’t stable at all. you may often go from periods where you earn a lot of money and possessions, to other times where you lose all of them all of a sudden. same thing goes for your self-esteem, it fluctuates a lot. you find beauty and aesthetic in material things; you most probably love clothes, art, music… anything that isn’t exactly a priority in life, but that allows you to express your personal taste, which is very refined. this placement makes you very creative, and hence you could make money out of your creativity. it would be a great way to find a job and become successful, but also to increase your security and confidence. you could even be a very innovative person, and with your capricorn sun you would make an excellent leader / boss. you could also make money through internet or with technology in general. looking ridiculous is your biggest fear, hence you end up overworking to prove yourself that you're capable to do anything you want. you have a slow way of thinking and speaking. your voice may sound really calm and pleasant to hear, yet still strict and ambitious. you’re probably a good singer, or at least have the potential to become one. you tend to overthink a lot, but you eventually get to a conclusion and stick to it. no one is gonna change your mind. you enjoy learning and working in creative ways; you might enjoy using powerpoints, flashcards or maybe study with your friends, or listening to music. you also probably have a nice, aesthetic handwriting and you like organizing your agenda. your voice is probably very soft and youthful.

your 3rd house is in pisces, with also the moon and mars placed there. when it comes to speech, you’re most likely more introspective. you may not be much talkative, and most of the time you keep your ideas and thoughts to yourself, but actually it's hard for you to hide them. you may be secretive, but you're easy to read. you learn the best when you’re close to creativity or imagination, you’re very intuitive and hence it's easier for you to learn new topics. while you're very empathetic and you're able to properly convey your thoughts and feelings in your speech, you may also come off as sensitive or even insecure. you may have a quiet voice, and hence you could come off as shy. on the other hand, you may have the tendency to lie, or just being confusing in any way. you may not always express what you want crystal clear, as you want to able to modify the story just in case you encounter some hardships. also, you never truly express your feelings, probably out of fear. probably, the way you elaborate your thoughts is also influenced by your family and the impact they had on you. you’re always vague, and you keep your private matters for yourself. pisces is a mutable sign, so you may also find yourself changing ideas often, your mind wanders from one thought to another. your intellect is your greatest strenght, it’s your energy tank. you’re interested in a bunch of things, and hence you may have troubles staying focused on one thing at the time. you probably have tons of hobbies, and you may end up not being much precise since you have tons of things that you have and want to do. you can’t stand boredom, you need your day-to-day life to be exciting and, above all, offer you something new to learn and / or experience. you're very curious about the world, you always want to be informed about the latest news and everything that surrounds you in general. this could make you love gossip and journalism, for example. in fact, you're quite chatty, you love talking to others, and you're likely to have a good sense of humor as well. you live to fill up your mind with knowledge, and you love sharing what you learn with others. in some cases, you may even come off as a bit of a know-it-all.

your 6th house is in gemini, with also saturn sitting there. in your daily routine, especially at work, you have to communicate a lot. you come in contact with lots of people, or maybe you write stuff like blogs or books. generally, you have a very hectic schedule, as you have different hobbies and appointments that you can’t abandon. this placement indicates that you may be prone to overwork yourself, as you put a lot energy in your job. you could be quite superficial in a certain sense, and you’d risk to waste your potential with as you may take your job as a challenge, for example, you need to feel mentally stimulated to like it. in fact, your ideal career has to include something that allows you to express your personal taste, ideas and interests. in this way, it won’t feel too heavy to you, and you’ll find pleasure in working. as for your health, you may have problems with your bones, for example with your back or teeth, or to your lungs. you may suffer from anxiety or asthma, for instance, or anything that doesn't allow you to breath properly.

your 7th house is in gemini. jupiter is also placed there. in a partner, you seek someone intelligent that is able to keep up with your rhythm. you don’t have time to nurture someone, you want them to fully understand you. in fact, you may be more attracted to older partners, as they’re supposed to be more mature. I don’t see many issues arising in your marriage life, it will probably be very peaceful, but it may take you a while to find someone you like. you’re a picky person when it comes to love, you want someone hard-working and responsible with a big brain, yet they should also be quite outgoing and funny. you need mental stimulation, someone that is a constant adventure for you and that is worth exploring. you may meet your future spouse at work, according to your chart. otherwise, you could meet them in a bank, in a restaurant, at a concert, at the mall… also, they could help you gaining more confidence in yourself. you may be the type that likes making new experiences regarding love, and you often date your crushes. yet, you feel too limited in a relationship. you don't enjoy committing to someone if that someone isn't perfect for you, you're only completely loyal to the one you consider your true love. you can't give up your freedom, your thirst for adventure and experiences for someone else. basically, your ideal partner would be a risk-taker, someone loyal but not too clingy, that is down to go on a road trip in every moment. someone impulsive, that could help you stepping out of your comfort-zone. you're probably into those youthful love stereotypes, e.g. high school dates. you want your relationships to be filled with excitement, you despise boring, traditional and cheesy things. you may also find yourself being attracted to unavailable people; that is, you could fall for people that are already taken, or maybe they're physically unavailable, e.g they live abroad or in another city in general. you're also attracted to foreigners, and people that have a wise, yet bubbly aura around them.

your 8th house is in leo. you have the potential to become a very successful individual, with a great amount of charisma. yet, since the 8th house is related to pluto, the malefic planet of transformation, there are some hardships to this placement. in fact, you may have the tendency to look down on people that aren’t as open-minded as you are. I have the same placement, so I understand that it’s not easy at all, but you should learn to accept respectful people’s opinions. if you do that, you’ll finally be able to glow brightly. you’re very curious when it comes to taboo topics, you like learning about them. you’re probably into conspiracy theories, as well as matters like astrology, tarots, horror, tragedies, mystery... you can use them to transform yourself and grow up, so you could definitely use this birth chart reading to improve yourself. 8th house is also the house of karma, and yours is kind of strange. you may often feel like you’re right about something, e.g the sky is blue. you’re very proud of your observation, but then it turns out to be different. it’s like the universe is constantly teaching you new things. luckily, this is something that gets better with time.

❤️ love life, soulmates

in love you attract gemini, sagittarius, leo, virgo and taurus. your future spouse will most probably have sagittarius, virgo and leo placements, hence they’ll be very hard-working, intelligent and witty, but also very cheerful and a bit moody. it may be love at first sight, and you may find them very attractive. you may also meet at work, or you're going to be introduced to them by your family or friends. or perhaps, you're going to marry someone older than you, and you meet them later in your life, around your 27s/28s and so on. your children will be heavy in taurus and libra placements, hence they’ll be very creative and quite lazy too, they'll probably love eating and they will like playing around. yet, they could be a bit too stubborn and sometimes materialistic.

👶🏻 family life

your mother is a very fiery person, with a short-temper. she could have sometimes even been quite violent with you during your childhood, and she might have a bit of a childish behaviour. deep down, she’s actually kind of insecure with her role as a mother. she may have aries, libra or leo placements in her chart. your father, on the other hand, is more submissive. he’s a peaceful person, even though he most probably has a passive-aggressive behaviour. you could actually have a better relationship with him rather than with your mother, or at least he understands your needs better. he may have libra, taurus or scorpio, as well as pisces in his chart. if you have siblings, they most probably have pisces, capricorn, virgo, gemini or aquarius placements in their chart. you have a great relationship with them, even though it could have been a while for you to get along. overall, your relationship with them was peaceful.

📊 career

👕 fashion sense, style analysis

you probably have a very particular style. it probably describes who you are. you may be into traditional pieces of clothing that are always a must: cardigans, blazers, plain t-shirts, jeans etc. you probably wear natural shades of colours, hence white, beige, grey etc. or maybe also pastel colors. you may also be into retro fashion trends, especially 70s/80s. you don't like following fashion trends, you prefer making your own.

👁 past life, life purpose

in your past life, the focus was on yourself. maybe, you had troubles with self-esteem and identity in general. you had to work hard and finally understand who you were to fulfill your past life purpose. hence, this lifetime your focus will be on the bonds you create with others. even though at first you might feel almost scared to the idea of marriage, this lifetime you're here to develop this matter. after all, you may despise love for your troubled past. with your north node in the 7th house, you're naturally lucky in love. there's nothing to be afraid of, you only need to take small steps and open your heart to someone, putting your worries and insecurities aside.

🤔 major transits analysis / august 20

transit moon is currently conjunct your natal venus in your first house. this placement indicates that you could be feeling particularly moody lately, but also very affectionate and needy, you're craving attention. you may dream about your loved ones or even about your crush or partner for example. also, with transit jupiter in your 2nd house conjunct your uranus, you may come across unexpected luck in these days, so pay attention to any signs! they were most likely meant to be.

🧿 manifest what you want, secret skills

this is the end! thank you again for booking a reading, hope it resonated with you :)

-libramc xx

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