#but yeah it's just really wild to me that he can suddenly look so young?

[pynkhues]

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It's amazing how fragile and delicate he looks here. Which I'm sure is partly the way they shot it, but it also makes me think of Levan saying that Sam has a weird ability to make himself look really different without any help. I'm so excited to see Jacob and Sam get to act together with Louis interacting with the "real" Lestat.

This scene feels like such an interesting reversal/complement to the church turning scene and the dynamic between Louis and Lestat there, in a way.

Yeah! It's crazy how different he looks in that scene to me, and like even beyond just the fragility/vulnerability, something in his expression and posture just makes him look really young? It's such an interesting thing to me, because I feel like he generally pretty much looks his age, but there, he just doesn't to me and it amplifies this sense of - - I don't know. New reality, I guess? to their dynamic in the moment that resonates. I love it.

[imloyaltoscoups]

reckless plan | choi seungcheol

As you and your friends stood outside the dimly lit bar, the vibrant buzz of the night enveloped you. You leaned against the brick wall, a few drinks deep, feeling the warmth of the alcohol coursing through your veins. Suddenly, a thought sparked in your mind, and without much filter, you began to vocalize it.

"Guys, hear me out on this okay?" you slurred slightly, gesturing emphatically with your hands, "I want my first time to be in a one night stand."

Your friends exchanged glances, eyebrows raised in surprise. "Whoa, slow down there," one of them chuckled nervously. "Isn't that a bit… reckless?"

You shrugged, a mischievous grin spreading across your face. "Maybe. But think about it. No strings attached, no pressure. Just pure, unadulterated fun."

Another friend chimed in, concern evident in their tone. "But what about safety? And you know...emotions?"

You waved their concerns away dismissively. "I'll be careful, don't cha worry. Plus, I have a condition."

Now thoroughly intrigued, your friends leaned in closer, awaiting your next revelation.

"I want it to be with a foreigner," you declared boldly. "Think about it. If it's with someone from another country, the chances of running into them again are slim to none. It's like a perfect one-time thing."

Your friends erupted into laughter, shaking their heads in disbelief. "You, my friend, have some wild fantasies."

But you remained undeterred, a glint of determination in your eyes. "Just watch. It'll happen, and it'll be amaziiing."

As you took a sip from your drink, swirling the liquid thoughtfully in your glass, you added another criterion to your list.

"He's gotta be handsome as fuck," you stated emphatically, punctuating your words with a decisive nod. "And taller than me obviously. Body can be anything, as long as he's got that irresistible charm."

Your friend couldn't help but interject, a mischievous glint in their eye. "But what if this handsome guy turns out to have… well, you know, a micro penis?"

You paused, considering the question for a moment before responding with a shrug and a playful smirk. "We can always find other ways to have fun, right? Inserting his small dick isn't the only option. Besides sex toys were made for a reason"

Your friends burst into laughter, shaking their head in disbelief. "You really do have it all planned out, don't you?"

You chuckled in response, raising your glass in a mock toast. "Hey, when it comes to giving away my virginity, I've gotta have some standards."

Your friend grinned, teasingly remarking, "So, looks is still important to you, huh?"

You simply grinned back, raising an eyebrow suggestively as you took another sip, leaving the question unanswered.

As the conversation flowed and the night wore on, one of your friends suddenly declared, she needed to head back to the hotel, her words slightly slurred, you couldn't help but groan in disappointment.

"But it's only 11 pm," you whined, feeling a bit betrayed by the early end to the night.

Your friend shot you a glare, her expression a mix of amusement and exasperation. "Gurl, we started drinking at 7 pm at the restaurant, remember?"

You blinked, trying to recall the earlier hours of the evening through the haze of alcohol. "Ohhh, right," you muttered sheepishly.

Your other friends chimed in, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, it's probably best to call it a night. We're not as young as we used to be," one of them remarked with a chuckle.

Feeling a twinge of sadness at the premature end to the evening, you couldn't resist teasing them. "Is this what being an adult feels like? Can't even hang out past midnight without feeling exhausted?"

They laughed, acknowledging the truth in your jest. "Guess so," one of them replied with a shrug. "We just don't have the same energy we did back in college."

As your friends continued to express their exhaustion, you interjected with a playful smile "You guys, we're on vacation!" you exclaimed, trying to inject a spark of enthusiasm into the conversation. "Getting tired is a big no no."

Your friends exchanged tired glances, but a hint of amusement flickered in their eyes at your insistence. "Yeah, but even on vacation, we need to pace ourselves," one of them reminded you gently.

You sighed, realizing the truth in their words, but still unwilling to let go of the excitement of the night. "I know, I know," you admitted reluctantly. "But can't we just pretend to have the energy like in our teens?"

A small smile tugged at the corners of their lips as they shook their heads affectionately. "Nice try, but reality calls," another friend replied, already starting to walk in the direction of the hotel you guys staying to.

As you all walked together, the glow of the streetlights casting a soft halo around your group, one of your friends piped up with a mischievous grin, "Hey, why don't you stay here? Who knows, you might just find that handsome foreigner you're looking to hook up with."

You paused, considering her words for a moment. Why not, indeed? The idea of finally shedding the weight of your virginity had been on your mind for years, and now, in your late twenties, perhaps this was the perfect opportunity.

With a determined nod, you made up your mind. "You know what? Yeah, I should stay" you replied, a spark of excitement igniting within you.

Your friend's eyes widened in mock shock before she quickly recovered, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips. "Just make sure to use protection! We're not ready to be aunties yet!" she exclaimed, her voice laced with a mix of amusement and genuine concern.

You laughed, waving her off dismissively. "Stop worrying, I've got it covered", you turned around to your friends to head back to the bar, a sudden rush of nerves fluttered in your stomach.

As you walked back towards the place, lost in thoughts of anticipation and excitement, you suddenly collided with someone, jolting you out of your reverie. Startled, you looked up, and the first thing that crossed your mind was, "Deeym, this man is handsome af."

Your eyes met his, and in that fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still. His features were chiseled, his gaze intense yet inviting. A rush of adrenaline coursed through you as you felt a magnetic pull towards him, a primal attraction that you couldn't ignore.

For a moment, neither of you spoke, caught in the intensity of the unexpected encounter. But then, a sheepish smile spread across his lips, revealing the subtle dimples that adorned his cheeks. He then extended a hand to help you regain your balance.

"Sorry about that," he said, his voice smooth and velvety. "Didn't see you there."

You managed to stammer out a response, your heart pounding in your chest. "No problem. My fault, really."

As you straightened yourself up, you couldn't shake the feeling that this encounter was somehow significant. Instead of heading inside the bar as originally planned, you decided to take a detour, you scanned the area for a quieter spot to gather your thoughts. Spotting a cozy bench nestled in a nearby alcove, you made your way over and settled onto it, relishing the moment of solitude.

Pulling out your phone, you quickly typed out a message to your friends, your fingers dancing across the screen as you recounted the unexpected encounter.

"guys, u won't believe what just happened! ran into the most handsome guy eveeer existed. keelll meee 😭" as you hit send.

Your phone began to buzzed with notifications from your friends, you eagerly opened the group chat to see their reactions. Their messages flooded in, filled with playful encouragement and teasing.

"MAKE A MOVE! NOW!!11!" one friend exclaimed, followed by a chorus of emojis and cheeky remarks.

You chuckled at their enthusiasm but couldn't help but feel a twinge of shyness creeping in. "im shy, u girls know that," you typed back, accompanied by a sheepish emoji.

Their response was swift and merciless. "Shy? Come on, You?! Where's that boldness you were talking about earlier?" another friend teased, their message punctuated by laughing emojis.

Feeling a mix of amusement and embarrassment, you shot back, "hey, flirting and making the first move are two different things! 🫠🫠"

But they weren't about to let you off the hook that easily. "true, but how do you expect to seal the deal if you're not even willing to make a move? go get that dick!🤪🥴💦🍆🍆" another friend quipped, their message followed by a string of emojis.

You couldn't help but laugh at their relentless teasing, knowing they only had your best interests at heart.

With a playful roll of your eyes, you fired off one last message to your friends. "just go to sleep, seniors. see ya tom 😘"

As you slipped your phone back into your pocket, you felt a presence beside you. Glancing up, you found the handsome stranger you bumped into earlier, standing before you, a can of beer in hand, and a tentative smile on his lips.

"Mind if I take a seat?" he asked, gesturing to the empty space beside you.

A surge of excitement washed over you as you nodded eagerly. "Be my guest."

As he settled onto the bench beside you, you couldn't help but steal a glance at his profile. Up close, he was even more striking, his features illuminated by the soft glow of the streetlights. His eyelashes, long and delicate, frame his eyes like curtains to a captivating show. His nose, perfectly proportioned, gives his face a distinct charm. And his lips, a soft shade of plum, seem almost inviting, teasing your mind with the thought of how they might feel against yours.

Before you could let your mind wander, you decided to mustered up the courage to strike up a conversation. "So, what brings you out here?"

You blinked in surprise at his straightforward response, momentarily taken aback by his boldness. But a spark of amusement danced in your eyes as you processed his words.

"A hook up, huh?" you replied with a playful smirk, trying to match his cheekiness. "Well, that's certainly... direct."

He chuckled softly, a hint of mischief glinting in his eyes as he took a leisurely sip of his beer. "Life's too short to beat around the bush, don't you think?"

His nonchalant attitude caught you off guard, but you couldn't deny the allure of his confidence. "I suppose you have a point," you conceded, a playful smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "But isn't it a bit risky, being so upfront about your intentions?"

He shrugged casually, his gaze meeting yours with a steady intensity. "Maybe. But sometimes, taking risks is the only way to get what you want."

As he took a leisurely sip of his beer, he leaned back against the bench, a casual demeanor masking the mischief in his eyes. "You know," he began, his tone casual yet tinged with intrigue, "I overheard a rather interesting conversation earlier."

Your eyes widened in surprise, a flicker of recognition dawning as you realized what he was alluding to. "Oh?" you replied, attempting to maintain your composure despite the sudden rush of embarrassment.

He grinned knowingly, his gaze locking with yours. "They were talking about this wild idea one of them had. Something about wanting to have a one night stand with a foreigner, just to lose their virginity," he teased lightly, his words sending a flush creeping up your cheeks.

Suddenly, he turned to you with a cheeky smile, offering you his drink. "Care for a sip?" he asked, his gaze playful yet intense.

Caught off guard by his boldness, you felt a rush of nerves coursing through you. But you couldn't resist the temptation, so you nodded and accepted the drink, taking a tentative sip.

As the cool liquid slid down your throat, you couldn't help but glance at the can, your voice barely above a whisper as you muttered, "Was I really that loud?"

As he continued the conversation, his tone playful yet probing, he raised an eyebrow in mock curiosity. "So, let me get this straight," he began, his gaze fixed on you. "You flew all the way out here just to lose your virginity?"

Your cheeks flushed crimson at his bold question, and you shifted uncomfortably in your seat. "Well, it's not like it was the sole purpose of the trip," you hurriedly explained, attempting to downplay the situation. "More like… a bonus plan, you know? And I'm with my friends, so it's not like I'm flying solo or anything."

His lips curved into a knowing smirk as he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Ah, I see. A little adventure on the side."

You couldn't help but feel a sense of relief at his understanding response, grateful that he didn't judge you for your candid admission. With a shy smile, you took another sip of the beer, savoring the moment.

Taking a deep breath, you shifted the conversation, handing his drink back to him with a playful smile. "So, if you're out here looking for a hookup, what brings you to this very spot?" you asked, curiosity lacing your words.

He accepted the drink with a grin, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Touché," he replied, taking a leisurely sip before meeting your gaze. "I guess I just needed a change of scenery. Figured I'd try my luck out here tonight."

His response intrigued you, prompting a surge of questions to bubble up inside you. "And has your luck been good so far?" you pressed, unable to resist the urge to tease him.

He chuckled, his laughter echoing in the night air. "Well, let's just say I've had worse nights," he replied cryptically, his smile widening.

Your heart raced as you entertained the bold idea swirling in your mind. Summoning your courage, you took a deep breath before speaking. "You know," you began tentatively, "why don't we cut to the chase? You're looking for a hookup, and I… well, I'm in the same boat. So, why don't we just… have sex?"

The words hung in the air between you, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of nervous anticipation. It was a daring proposition, but the logic seemed valid, two consenting adults with mutual desires, seeking a simple solution to satisfy their needs.

He regarded you with a mixture of surprise and intrigue, his gaze searching yours for a moment before a slow grin spread across his lips. "Well, when you put it like that, how can I refuse?" he replied, his voice laced with amusement.

Relief flooded through you as you realized he was on board with the idea. As he rose from his seat, a confident smile gracing his lips, he extended an invitation towards you. "Well then, why don't we take this somewhere more private?" he suggested, his voice low and inviting. "My place isn't too far from here."

You nodded, a thrill coursing through you at the prospect of what lay ahead. "Sure, why not?" you replied, a smirk playing on your lips.

As you walked side by side, he broke the silence, introducing himself as Seungcheol. You couldn't help but smile at the gesture, realizing that despite the hours of conversation, you had never exchanged names.

But when he turned to you, expecting your introduction, you simply shook your head, a hint of playfulness in your tone. "No need for names tonight," you said. "After all, this is just a one-time encounter. Why bother with formalities when we'll likely never see each other again?"

He grinned, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Fair enough," he conceded, his hand gesturing towards the direction of his place. "Let's just enjoy the night."

As you entered his house, you slipped off your shoes and followed Seungcheol further inside. The air was thick with anticipation, each step echoing the pulsing beat of your heart.

Casually, he glanced at you, breaking the silence. "So, have you had other forms of intimacy before?" he inquired, his voice low and probing.

You paused, considering his question before responding. "Just third base," you admitted, a hint of nervousness tinging your voice. "Nothing more."

Seungcheol raised an eyebrow, a teasing grin playing on his lips. "Third base and no sex, huh? What were you waiting for?" he teased, his words laced with playful incredulity.

You bristled slightly at his teasing tone, a hint of defensiveness creeping into your voice. "I wasn't ready that time," you replied, your tone firm.

He chuckled softly, shaking his head in amusement. "And now you are?" he teased, his gaze lingering on you suggestively.

You met his gaze with determination. "I wouldn't offer you to fuck me if I wasn't ready, Seungcheol" you retorted, your tone tinged with conviction.

Seungcheol chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, that's true," he admitted, his tone light and teasing.

As he led you to his bedroom, you felt a surge of excitement coursing through you, the anticipation building with each step. Unabashed by his gaze, you decided to seize the moment, shedding your clothes with confidence.

He watched you undress, a smirk playing on his lips as he observed your boldness. "You really want to lose your virginity, huh?" he remarked, his tone teasing.

You met his gaze head-on, a cheeky grin spreading across your face. "Gonna make the most of it," you replied, your voice laced with playful determination.

Feeling the heat of the moment intensify, you closed the distance between you and Seungcheol, your hands sliding sensually over his shirt as you asked him, "Are you gonna leave me hanging?"

His eyes smoldered with lust as he met your gaze, a slow smile spreading across his lips. "Not a chance," he murmured huskily, his voice sending shivers down your spine. "Now, lay down on the bed."

Obeying his command, you positioned yourself on the soft sheets, your heart pounding with excitement as you watched Seungcheol begin to undress. Each article of clothing fell away, revealing more of his toned physique, and you couldn't help but feel a rush of hunger coursing through you.

As he stood before you, completely exposed, you couldn't help but admire the sight of his body. Relief flooded through you as you realized he didn't have a small dick—on the contrary, it was quite big and thick, with prominent veins snaking along its length.

You gulped down nervously as you lay on the bed, feeling the weight of Seungcheol's gaze upon you. Thoughts raced through your mind as you contemplated whether his sizable member would fit inside you.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn't realize that Seungcheol had noticed your hesitation until he spoke up, his tone teasing. "Backing down already?" he mocked, a playful smirk dancing on his lips.

You bristled at his taunt, a surge of defiance rising within you. "Of course not," you replied, mustering up your courage. "Just... admiring the view."

His smirk widened at your response, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Well, don't take too long," he teased, his voice dripping with innuendo. "I'm not one to wait around."

As Seungcheol approached the bed, a mischievous glint in his eyes, you felt a surge of anticipation coursing through you. With a confident posture, he climbed onto the bed beside you, his gaze never leaving yours.

With a devilish grin, he leaned in close, his lips brushing against yours in a tantalizing kiss. The kiss was slow and sensual, igniting a fire within you as you melted into his embrace.

Breaking the kiss, he trailed feather-light kisses along your jawline, down your neck, sending shivers of pleasure cascading down your spine. His hands explored every inch of your body, tracing patterns of desire along your skin.

His touch was electrifying, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you as he teased and tantalized every nerve ending. His lips trailed lower, tracing a path of fire across your chest, pausing to lavish attention on your sensitive nipples, sending bolts of pleasure shooting through you.

You couldn't help but moan in response, your hands tangling in his hair as you urged him on. "Don't stop," you gasped, your voice laced with desire.

With a wicked grin, Seungcheol obeyed, his mouth continuing its journey southward, leaving a trail of hot kisses along your abdomen. He reached the apex of your thighs, his breath hot against your skin as he teased you with feather-light touches.

Your breath hitched in anticipation as he teased you, inching closer and closer to where you ached for his touch. "Please," you begged, your voice thick with need.

With a devilish smirk, he finally gave in to your pleas, his tongue flicking out to taste you, sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through your body. As he delved deeper, exploring every crevice with expert precision.

A low moan escaped your lips as he found your most sensitive spots, his movements sending sparks of ecstasy dancing across your skin. You arched your back, urging him on, lost in the whirlwind of sensation that enveloped you.

Feeling emboldened by your response, Seungcheol shifted his focus, his fingers replacing his tongue as he delved deeper into your core. With each stroke, you felt yourself unraveling, your body responding eagerly to his expert touch.

Your hips began to move instinctively in response to the rhythmic motion of Seungcheol's fingers, each stroke sending bolts of pleasure coursing through your body. You moaned softly as the intensity of his touch heightened, your senses overwhelmed.

His tongue joined the fray, swirling and teasing your swollen clit with a tantalizing expertise. You gasped as the dual sensation sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating through every nerve ending, your back arching off the bed as you surrendered yourself completely to the overwhelming sensation.

As you reached waves of pleasure, you gradually let it subsided, Seungcheol's voice cut through the haze of bliss, his breath hot against your ear as he made his request. "Could you do the same for me?" he asked, his tone filled with desire.

You nodded eagerly, your own desire fueling your determination to bring him the same level of pleasure he had bestowed upon you. "Of course," you replied, a smile playing on your lips.

Kneeling down next to the bed, you positioned yourself as he instructed, your arms bracing yourself on either side of his hips. With a sense of anticipation coursing through you, you bent your arms at the elbows and leaned on them, balancing your body as you prepared to pleasure him.

Seungcheol lay back on the bed, his hips spread apart, his legs hanging off the edge. His gaze locked with yours, filled with a potent mix of lust and anticipation, as you prepared to take him to the heights of his own ecstasy.

With a steady hand and a sense of purpose, you began to lavish him with your touch, your lips and tongue exploring every inch of his throbbing length. With each flick and swirl, you could feel him tensing beneath you, his breath coming in ragged gasps as pleasure built within him.

Lost in the rhythm of your movements, you focused all your attention on bringing him pleasure, determined to repay him for the ecstasy he had given you. And as you felt him teetering on the brink of release, you redoubled your efforts, eager to send him over the edge into blissful oblivion.

And finally, with a guttural moan of pleasure, Seungcheol surrendered himself to the overwhelming sensation, his body trembling with ecstasy as he reached the peak of pleasure. And as he collapsed back onto the bed, spent and sated, you couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that you had brought him the same pleasure he had bestowed upon you.

As he released himself, his essence flooding your mouth. Without hesitation, you swallowed it eagerly, savoring the taste of him on your tongue.

A satisfied smile curved Seungcheol's lips as he brushed his thumb across your lips, collecting any lingering traces of his release. He brought his thumb to his own mouth, tasting himself with a low groan of pleasure.

"God, you're incredible," he murmured, his eyes smoldering with desire as he gazed at you.

His words sent a thrill of satisfaction through you, but as he reached for a condom, you stopped him with a gentle touch.

"Wait," you said softly, meeting his gaze with determination. "I want to do it raw. I'm on birth control, so it's fine."

A smile spread across his lips as he nodded, his eyes reflecting a mixture of desire and trust. "If that's what you want," he murmured, his voice low and husky.

Confidently, you positioned yourself on your back, anticipation coursing through your veins as Seungcheol hovered above you. But as he entered his length, you gasped in surprise, the sensation overwhelming you as you realized the full extent of his size. Tears welled in your eyes as you underestimated just how much you could handle. "Is it... all the way in?" you managed to ask, your voice trembling with uncertainty.

Seungcheol responded with a low growl, his desire evident in the way he pressed himself deeper into you. "Not even halfway," he murmured, his voice husky with need.

Holding him tightly, you buried your face into his neck, the sheer size of him overwhelming you. "It's too big," you whimpered, your voice trembling with emotion. "Please... don't move."

Seungcheol could feel your distress, but he also felt a surge of pleasure as you embraced his cock. Despite his own arousal, he was quick to offer you comfort. "We can stop if it hurts too much," he reassured you, his voice tender and caring.

Shaking your head, you refused to give up, determined to see this through. "No," you whispered, your tears falling freely now. "Just... stay still for a moment."

As tears continued to fall down your cheeks, he gently kissed them away, his touch soothing against your skin. "Take a deep breath," he murmured softly, his lips brushing against yours.

Following his instruction, you took a shaky breath, trying to steady yourself against the overwhelming wave of sensation. And as you gathered your courage, you whispered a request for him to move slowly.

He nodded in understanding, his movements becoming more measured as he began to thrust into you. Unable to bear the intensity of the moment, you instinctively covered your face with your hands, seeking refuge from the overwhelming sensations.

But Seungcheol was having none of it. With a determined growl, he took your hands and pinned them above your head, his gaze intense as he demanded your full attention.

"Look at me," he commanded, his voice firm but gentle. "I want to see your face."

Meeting his gaze with a mixture of vulnerability and desire. As Seungcheol's thrusts grew rougher, the intensity of the pleasure coursing through you soared to new heights. You couldn't help but moan his name in ecstasy, your body responding eagerly to his every touch and word.

His dirty talk only fueled the flames of desire burning within you, sending shivers of pleasure racing down your spine. "Your pussy feels so good, baby," he growled, his voice laced with primal need. "Clamping down on my cock like that."

His words sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through you, and as he placed his lips onto you, devouring your insides with a hunger that matched your own, you whimpered in bliss.

With each thrust, he pushed you closer and closer to the edge, his movements becoming faster and more urgent as he chased his own release. And then, with a primal growl, he came inside you, filling you with his essence as you both collapsed in a heap of tangled limbs and ragged breaths.

As you caught your breath, savoring the aftershocks of pleasure coursing through your body, Seungcheol's voice broke through the haze.

"You haven't come yet," he accused, his tone teasing yet insistent.

Before you could respond, he swiftly turned you over, positioning you on all fours. Gripping your waist firmly, he pulled you closer to him, his hips moving with a primal urgency as he penetrated you deeply from behind.

The new position allowed him to penetrate you even more deeply, intensifying the pleasure as he thrust into you with a relentless rhythm. With each powerful movement, you felt the tremors of pleasure building within you, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

As Seungcheol's hand found its way to your swollen clit, the sensation sent a jolt of electricity coursing through your body. With each thrust, his fingers worked magic on your sensitive bundle of nerves, intensifying the pleasure to dizzying heights.

"Seungcheol," you moaned, your voice a breathless plea as your body trembled with ecstasy. "You're hitting me so deep…"

His words only served to fuel the fire of lust within you, and you couldn't help but respond with desperate moans of pleasure. But as the intensity of his thrusts grew, so did the rawness of the experience, and soon tears began to fall from your eyes.

Despite the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you, there was a hint of pain mingling with it, a testament to the roughness of his touch. "Cheol," you whimpered, your voice choked with emotion. "It's… it's too much…"

But even as your tears fell, Seungcheol showed no signs of relenting, his thrusts growing even rougher as he continued to drive you towards the edge of oblivion. And as you surrendered yourself to the overwhelming sensation, you couldn't help but wonder if this was truly what sex was meant to be—raw, intense, and filled with a potent mix of pleasure and pain.

As Seungcheol felt your voice reverberating around him, a primal growl escaped his lips, driving him to new heights of arousal. With each moan and whimper that spilled from your lips, he felt his length growing even bigger inside you, stretching you to your limits.

"Fuck," he hissed through gritted teeth, the sensation driving him wild with desire. With each movement, he pinned your back against the bed, his hand pressing firmly against your skin as he continued to thrust into you with a relentless rhythm.

The combination of his rough touch and the overwhelming sensation of his length filling you completely sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Despite the intensity of the experience, you couldn't help but respond with desperate cries of pleasure, your body trembling with bliss beneath him.

As the overwhelming sensation consumed your body, you couldn't help but succumb to a second climax, waves of pleasure crashing over you in relentless waves. Your body quivered with ecstasy as you rode the wave of ecstasy, your cries of pleasure mingling with Seungcheol's primal groans as he followed you over the edge.

With a guttural moan, he collapsed on top of you, his body heavy with exhaustion as he caught his breath. Despite his weight pressing down on you, you welcomed the intimacy, relishing the feeling of his warm skin against yours.

He shifted to the side, spooning you from behind, his cock still buried deep inside you, you felt a surge of contentment wash over you. With each pulse of his cock, you could feel him releasing more of his seed, filling you with a sense of completeness that you had never experienced before.

Feeling the exhaustion creeping over you, you began to close your eyes, the events of the night still swirling in your mind. Seungcheol's voice broke through the silence, but you were too drained to respond. Sensing your fatigue, he simply hugged you tightly, closing his eyes as he drifted off into sleep.

The next morning, you were roused from sleep by the vibration of your phone on the nightstand. As you reached for it, you felt a strange sensation between your legs, and to your surprise, you discovered that Seungcheol's cock was still inside you. Trying to stifle a gasp, you carefully removed it, ensuring not to disturb him as he slept peacefully beside you.

Quietly fixing yourself up, you slipped out of his place and made your way back to the hotel. However, upon your return, you were greeted by the surprised faces of your friends, who presented you with a cake adorned with the words "I just had sex."

With a playful smile, you accepted their jests, but as you made your way towards your bed, exhaustion washing over you again. But before you could even settle in, your friends eagerly gathered around, shaking you with excitement, urging you to spill the details of your escapade with the handsome man.

As your friends gathered around, eager to hear the details of your night with Seungcheol, one of them expressed concern about your abrupt departure. "Did you even say goodbye?" she asked, her voice tinged with worry.

You shrugged nonchalantly, dismissing her concern. "It's a one night stand, that's how it works," you remarked, trying to downplay the situation. "You have sex, and then you're done. No need to linger."

Your friends exchanged uneasy glances, clearly feeling bad for Seungcheol, but you brushed off their concerns. "He was looking for sex too, remember? It's a win-win situation," you insisted, trying to convince yourself as much as them.

Despite your outward bravado, deep down, you couldn't help but question whether losing your virginity in a one night stand was truly the right decision. But as you pushed aside your doubts and buried yourself under the covers, you knew that the night's events had left an indelible mark on you—one that would linger long after the morning light had faded away.

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Hope

Sam and Dean Winchester & little sister!reader, Crowley & Winchester!reader (platonic)

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Synopsis: (very very loosely) set during 5x10 when Sam and Dean get killed and go to heaven (doesn’t follow cannon really)

Crowley took in the room before him, a pit opening up in his gut at the gruesome scene. Sam and Dean were splayed out on their respective beds, chests gaping open from near-identical bullet wounds. And then there was you.

The brothers’ young sister was sitting on the floor between the two beds, the demon-summoning ingredients in front of her. She was shaking from head to foot and her eyes were red-rimmed and wild with desperation. Her eyes met Crowley’s, and he nearly staggered back just seeing the haunted terror residing there.

“Darling…” Crowley’s voice was quiet, apologetic.

“You have to bring them back,” you whimpered. “Please.”

“I…I can’t,” he sighed. “Just because I’m king doesn’t mean I can just reanimate whoever I want. Not without…” Crowley stopped suddenly, but it was too late. Your eyes lit up with realization. “No,” Crowley said, but you were already nodding.

“I’ll do it,” you said. “You can have my soul, just bring them back!”

“It’s not that simple. If the demons find out that I brought their biggest threats back to life…” he was stalling, and you both knew it. He didn’t want your soul in hell, but he would never admit that.

“Please,” you pleaded. “Crowley, I-“ your voice cracked. “Please. I-I can’t live without them.”

Crowley looked from the boys’ dead bodies to you, then back again. You followed his gaze, your eyes settling on Sam first, then Dean.

“It was hunters.” Your lip quivered. “They-they said Sam was evil, and-and he had to be stopped. Then-then Dean recognized them, so they said that…” your voice cracked as tears slid down your cheeks. You took a deep breath before continuing. “They said they had to kill him, too, so that he wouldn’t come after them. De-Dean didn’t even care.” A sob wracked your body, and Crowley had to resist the sudden surprising urge to comfort you. “He didn’t care that they were gonna kill him, he-he just told them over and-and over not to kill me. I guess they thought I couldn’t be much of a threat.” You pulled your knees up to your chest, and your next sentence was so quiet that Crowley had to strain to hear. “I wish they got me, too.”

Crowley had been ready to leave you here, to turn down your deal and walk out and leave you with your brothers’ corpses. He didn’t want to make this deal, he didn’t want Sam and Dean screwing things up for him in hell, and he didn’t want you, just a kid, to give up your soul. You didn’t deserve hell.

But the last thing you said—your wish to die alongside your brothers.

Crowley couldn’t turn away from that.

“You’ve got yourself a deal.”

…

Crowley was gone before Sam and Dean opened their eyes. They sat up simultaneously, identical gasps leaving their throats as they breathed again for the first time.

You were off the floor and in their arms before they even knew what was happening.

…

“What happened?” Dean asked after he had gotten his bearings. “We were caught by Zachariah, how did we…” Dean caught sight of the summoning ingredients on the motel floor, and it hit him like a truck. Sam and him hadn’t gotten out by themselves.

“No…” Sam breathed, his gaze following Dean’s. “Y/N, no, tell me you didn’t.”

“Don’t pretend you wouldn’t have done the same,” was your response.

You flinched when Dean slammed his hand against the desk.

“What were you thinking?” He demanded.

“That I wasn’t about to let the two of you die,” you shot back.

“We could’ve gotten out ourselves!” Dean exploded. “The angels need us alive!”

“Yeah, but they would’ve tortured you until you said yes to Michael and Lucifer first!”

“How long did you get?” Sam’s quiet voice interrupted you and Dean’s shouting match. His tone sobered the room.

“A year.” Your voice was no longer strong or defensive. You were scared, and the boys could see it instantly.

“We’re gonna get you out of this,” Dean promised. “You’re not going to hell. I’m gonna call Crowley and—“

“Who do you think I made a deal with?” You sighed. “He may be the king of hell, but there’s only so much he can do. It was dangerous enough for him bringing you guys back as it was.”

“I don’t care,” Dean said. “He helped get you into this, he’s gonna help get you out.”

…

The year passed faster than anyone had anticipated. Crowley never answered when the Winchesters summoned or called, and they hadn’t been able to track him down or summon any other demons either.

You were on your last day, sitting on a motel bed next to your brothers, when he finally made contact.

“Hello, boys. Y/N.”

All three Winchesters nearly jumped out of their skins at the sudden appearance of the king.

“It’s about time, Crowley,” Dean growled. “We’ve been trying to contact you for—“

“Three hundred sixty-four days, twenty-three hours, and twenty-six minutes,” Crowley interrupted. “Y/N’s almost out of time.”

“Exactly,” said Dean. “Now fix your mess.”

“I can’t undo a deal, Squirrel.” Crowley couldn’t meet your eye as he spoke. “There’s nothing I can—“

While his gaze was focused on Dean, he didn’t notice Sam pulling out the demon knife until it was up against his throat.

“Then why are you here?!” Sam demanded.

“I can’t undo the deal,” Crowley said, his hands raised defensively. “Nor can I tell you about the hidden escape hatch out of hell. It would be utter treason for me to accidentally leave Y/N’s cell door in hell open in exactly seventeen hours and twelve minutes, when the guards change. It would be an affront of all I stand for to give you boys this address,” Crowley reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper, handing it to Dean while Sam kept the knife on him. “It also wouldn’t be possible for me to tell Y/N to take two lefts and a right, and that the escape hatch is behind the giant rock shaped like a nose—trust me, you’ll see it.”

The trio of siblings was silent for several long seconds as they took in Crowley’s words.

“Why are you doing this?” Dean asked.

“I didn’t want to make this crummy deal in the first place,” Crowley sighed. “But you Winchesters are stubborn, so I made it. Now I’m doing the little I can to un-make it.”

The Winchester brothers began questioning Crowley about the specifics of the plan, but you remained silent. The men seemed to forget your presence until you suddenly interrupted them.

“So I still have to go to hell?”

All eyes turned to you.

“I’m afraid so,” Crowley said, still unable to look you in the eye.

“Dean?” Your pleading voice had your big brother in front of you in an instant. “Does…” your gaze focused on your fidgeting hands, and your voice came out in a tearful whisper. “Does dying hurt?”

Dean’s heart lodged in his throat. He wanted so bad to lie, to tell you that you wouldn’t feel a thing, and that you’d be reunited with your brothers before you knew it. But you didn’t want just assurance, you wanted the truth. You needed someone to trust more than you needed comfort. So he did the last thing he wanted to do; he told you the truth.

“Yeah,” Dean sighed heavily. “Yeah, it’s gonna hurt like crazy.” Dean’s hands found your fidgeting ones, and he held them tightly. “And those seventeen hours are gonna feel like a whole lot longer. And it’s—“ Dean’s voice cracked. “It’s gonna be real dark, and you’re gonna feel like the only person in the universe for a little while. Then the demons are gonna come, and it…it’s gonna be really bad for a while, kid.”

Tears were steaming down both of your cheeks now, but still Dean continued.

“But you just gotta hold on, ok? Hope is the only thing you’re gonna have down there, so you can’t let it go for anything, understand?”

“Ok,” you choked, holding Dean’s hands in a vice grip.

“Ok,” Dean forced a fleeting smile. “Good girl.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “You’re gonna be ok, alright?”

You nodded, leaning into your big brother’s touch.

Dean felt you flinch in his arms, and he pulled back to see you glancing around wildly.

“Did you hear that?” You breathed. You glanced up at Sam and jerked back, gasping in surprise.

“Hey, hey,” Dean tried to grab your arms, but you backed away from him, trembling. “What you’re seeing, it’s not real, ok? Y/N, it’s me.”

“I have to go, they can’t see me here.” Crowley was gone before anyone could comment.

“Y/N, it’s Sam.” Sam appeared on your other side. “It’s ok, you’re ok.”

“Baby close your eyes.”

You looked up to see Dean staring down at you.

“Just close your eyes,” he repeated. “It’ll be ok.”

You closed your eyes tightly before the hallucinations started again, your last visual memory being that of your big brothers holding onto you. You felt Dean’s hand squeeze yours, and your breathing turned to hyperventilating when you heard the hellhounds burst through the door.

Your instincts were screaming at you to open your eyes, but Dean seemed to read your mind.

“Keep your eyes closed, sweetheart. We’re right here, we’re not gonna leave you.”

You couldn’t help the terrified gasps that were escaping you, but you listened to your big brother and kept your eyes closed, even as you heard the vicious bark of the hellhounds.

Even as you felt their claws rip into your flesh.

You shrieked in pain, and you struggled to back away from the hounds, to no avail. But you never opened your eyes.

And you never let go of your brothers’ hands.

…

Seventeen hours later, Sam and Dean were waiting at the address that Crowley had given to them. Your body was laid out carefully in the back of the Impala, having been carried there by Dean. Dean told himself over and over again that you weren’t dead; they were just waiting to get your soul back to your body.

“Is there something we should be doing?” Sam asked, glancing around.

“Not according to Crowley,” Dean sighed. “He said as long as her body is here, and she gets through that escape hatch, it should be a done deal.”

The brothers had done what they could for your body; Sam had stitched up your wounds, and Dean had done a homemade blood transfusion using his own blood. They could only hope that your soul returning to your body would somehow help the more internal injuries that they couldn’t fix. Dean insisted that they do this, since Cas wasn’t around to heal your injuries, they didn’t know what state you would be in when you got back to your body.

“So we just sit he—“

Sam’s question was cut off when your body suddenly jerked upright, a deep breath filling your lungs.

“Y/N!” Dean was by your side immediately, Sam coming to stand beside him.

“Dean? Sam?” You were out of the Impala and in your brothers arms before you even finished getting their names out.

“Hey kid,” Dean breathed a sigh of relief as you relaxed completely in his arms. “Miss me already?” He quipped, but his forced easygoing tone dropped at your response.

“It felt so long.” You held Dean tighter and started to cry into his shoulder.

“I know, I know it did sweetheart.” Dean brought his hand up to cradle your head. “I know. You’re safe now, ok? We’re right here.”

“Hey,” Sam pulled you away from Dean and held you at arms length to look at you. “How do you feel?”

You touched the stitches running up your stomach.

“It feels sore, like-like it’s healing.”

“Ok.” Sam sighed in relief. “Ok.” He pulled you into his arms, letting you relax against him.

“Let’s get going,” Dean said. “We don’t need any demons figuring out what happened.”

Dean regretted his words when he saw you tense in Sam’s arms.

“Hey.” Sam noticed too, and he pulled away and brushed your hair away from your face. “We’ve got you, ok? You’re not going back to hell. Ever.”

For the first time in months, a smile found its way onto your face.

“Let’s hope so.”

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JJK FF/ROYAL GUARD

CHAPTER TEN | SERIES

Ch. 1

Ch. 2

Ch. 3

Ch. 4

Ch. 5

Ch. 6

Ch. 7

Ch. 8

Ch. 9

Ch. 10

When you keep bumping into your personal royal guard by accident not knowing he is your guardian angel

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook!fallen angel!royal guard! × fem!reader!virgin!princess

Word count: 2.1k

Rating: 15+

Genre + warnings: Fluff, paranormal romance, historical fanfiction, Kook being cold and mysterious, being his sexy self. Caring and possessive!jk! Really horny towards his princess, being a big seductive tease. Dead bodies - corpses and much blood. JK kills everyone who dares to hurt his princess. MAKES PROMISES TO BE SAFE. The story isn’t real, just my imagination running wild so just enjoy reading!

a/n: Finally a small update, guys! I will stop making excuses and will hope you will not kill me for vanishing like every time I promise coming back sooner but still...yeah. I hope you forgive me.

You were standing by the large window.

The castle’s walls seemed to surround you.

The windows let out on a long stretch of fields leading to the border of the woods.

Since your fallen angel left, it has been three hours  since Jungkook disappeared. Three more hours without food; three hours without hearing news or seeing anyone besides the servants running around like little heads in a tornado.

It made you restless.

Your legs started moving before your mind did. The white dress was fluttering behind you while you walked through the corridor.

It’s been three hours.

Three more hours and no updates. Your thoughts were racing and your stomach was growling. But there was nothing you could do, nothing you can say, until Jungkook returns.

As you turned the corner into the hall where the servants and guards resided, you stopped suddenly. Something was wrong.

You frowned.

As you neared the palace exit, a witch-maid stopped you before you can leave further.

“I’m sorry, my queen but the king didn’t allowed you to leave the castle for safety reasons. We still are under attack,”  the female servant said apologetically. “Please return to your chambers.”

She tried to take your hands, which you quickly pushed away.

What were they thinking?

That Jungkook would come back in less than ten minutes?

No. Jungkook wouldn’t. Not now.

He is probably dead. Killed by vampires, maybe. Maybe captured in battle and taken prisoner. What if he got hurt?

No. He’d never let a vampire touch him unless…unless…

You ran outside and searched in every part of the grounds. No sign of him anywhere.

Then why the hell haven’t you heard anything yet?!

‘I’m not letting any vampire near my guard,’ you thought fiercely. ‘And if they do get near my angel, I swear to God...’

Looking up, the sun is barely visible. A thin veil of clouds covering half the sky, dark grey.

There was no sign of any vampire in sight.

Where the heck is everyone if there is attack?!

Tears welled in your eyes as you sat down on the ground and leaned your back against the stone wall of the castle’s exterior. There was a small pond a few meters to your side, a beautiful blue lake reflecting the sky above it. The moon was hidden behind the clouds, casting an eery orange light over everything in the vicinity.

Your heart was beating fast, threatening to burst through your ribcage. Tears stinging your eyelids, you felt your cheeks getting wet.

You wiped your tears off angrily. You are being foolish.

Jungkook wouldn't be dead. He can fight for himself but he knows how much you love him and if something happened to him…

Oh god, please don't let something happen to him. He’s strong but he's too young to die. Please God, let him be okay. Let him survive.

Jungkook’s POV

The sun was setting when Jungkook flew over the woods of his territory with his sword in hand, prepared to defend his home.

As he descended closer, he noticed many vampires fighting against the guards on the other end of the forest clearing.

With the sharp edge of his sword ready to strike, he landed heavily between several vampires, sending them flying to different parts of the field.

His presence was enough to scare most of them away, leaving two vampires with their backs turned towards him who weren’t afraid of him whatsoever.

Without hesitation Jungkook lunged forward with his sword and stabbed one of the vampires in the back with all his force.

His opponent fell, unconscious and bleeding, but still alive.

Jungkook ignored him as he jumped to the other vampire, slashing his blade across his throat before landing behind the first one again to stab him in the back.

Two vampires had surrounded Jungkook.

One with blonde hair, the other with red. They charged at him simultaneously.

Jungkook dodged each of them with ease.

Suddenly, the blood lust filled air vanished.

A cold, piercing sound echoed through the forest.

In a matter of seconds, the second vampire was dead. His eyes staring wide open as if asking for help and pain. The red head also fell lifelessly onto the ground.

Blood flowing from his neck, he didn’t have a chance to scream.

Slicing remaining vampires in half, the blood was the only thing left on him when he finally finished. Seeing his guards dead, he could only  watch them fall and the bodies turn pale and gray, their skin wrinkling and turning into dust.

The other vampires that were still around looked at him with horror and shock.

They wanted to run. They wanted to kill him.

But they couldn’t move, not a single muscle in their bodies dared to move; not even their hearts.

“You’ve been warned,” he snarled,” Attack what’s mine again, you will be taken as my trophies  for all eternity."

The vampires began fleeing after that, screaming in fear and terror.

Jungkook took out the swords he used in the fight, sheathing them neatly once again, before turning to look around.

Death’s  scent was everywhere. Blood was smeared everywhere, along with some pieces of flesh scattered throughout the area.

The bodies of his guards lay sprawled all over the ground. Their faces twisted and bloody, covered in dirt.

Jungkook closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath.

Now since the danger was gone, the only thought on his mind was you.

When he opened his eyes, he could already see you.

You were walking out of the forest, your face pale and frightened.

He didn’t need to look at you to know that the blood from these deaths must have affected you greatly. As if sensing him, your eyes met his, a look of complete devastation and sorrow filling their depths.

“Jungkook,” you whispered in fear, looking around the field as though searching for enemy still lurking by but there was no one left alive except for the king himself.

His jaw clenched when he spotted you, knowing you have disobeyed his order for you to stay at the castle. His guards haven’t stopped you from leaving and now you’re here, in the middle of the battlefield which is no place for someone like you.

Looking like an angel in a white dress, Jungkook looked ready to kill again when you slowly approached  him.

The wind was playing with his raven hair, dancing through his bangs and causing small droplets of sweat to roll down his body.

He looked like a predator waiting for its prey to come close and bite it.

Your gaze flickered between the corpses laid on the ground, their eyes frozen in fear and pain.

Y/n POV

Seeing your angel in the middle of that made you realize how strong he really is.

The blood was on his armor and even his face scarf. His eyes were the only thing holding you steady as you dared to walk forward.

His chest was rising up and down.

“What are you doing here, princess?”  he asked harshly, making your body shiver.

You looked down at the ground, ashamed of yourself.

Why were you so careless? You shouldn’t be here! It’s dangerous. Too dangerous to be out here alone!

How long have you been standing here? Did you hear the screams of vampires earlier? Did you hear them running away?

Did you hear them dying? Did you understand what was happening?

Your hands trembled as you looked at the bodies laying on the floor; lifeless.

“Answer me.”

He didn’t wait for a response, he grabbed your chin roughly, forcing your eyes to meet his.

“Princess. Why are you here? Answer me.”

You didn’t answer right away. Your heart thumping painfully inside your chest.

After a moment, you answered in a weak voice, “I just wanted to go for a little walk. I lost track of time and ended up here.”

His grip on your chin tightened and his lips curved in anger.

“You’re such a liar, love.”

Before you know, he kneels in front of you. Putting his sword on the ground, he takes your hands in his.

“You shouldn’t be here. What you did was dangerous. How can I protect you when you don’t listen to me? You would have been captured on the way here, possibly killed by those bloodsucking monsters!”

“I’m sorry Jungkook. But I just wanted to make sure no one hurt you. I know you can defend yourself just fine but…”

“It doesn’t stop you from worrying. And I appreciate it very much, but you don’t have to do this. I am stronger than these creatures.”

“But you don’t always have to be. You’ll get attacked by them sooner or later, you know. You won't be able to take them down with a sword on your own. Sooner or later, they'll find you.”

“No they won’t. This forest is protected by powerful magic. My kingdom is safe as long I’m here.” He explained, trying to reassure you.

“But not enough to attack this place?” You inquired quietly.

“Someone tipped me off. That’s why they got inside. No one without my magic permission can go through the barrier of this land. Its separates the human world.”

“So they can still be out there and continue to attack,”  you said bitterly.

“That’s why I must kill them all.” Jungkook declared, determination in his voice.

Tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to escape and fall down your cheeks at any moment.

You quickly wiped away any evidence of your weakness before looking into his eyes with a determined look of your own.

Before you can chicken out, you step closer to him when he is back to standing position. His eyes darken when he notices the movement, his nostrils flaring when your scent washes over with the death smell all over the field.

It was like a flower has bloomed in the middle of the grave, filling his whole being with the sweet fragrance of your happiness and life.

You stood on your tiptoes while he stood on his, looking at him intently in the eyes.

His gaze never wavers. Neither does yours.

Neither of you breaks eye contact until finally you pull him towards you, hooking one finger underneath his mask, playing with the seam of the fabric slowly.

“What are you doing, darling?” His voice is husky, full of desire for you even it was wrong in that moment.

How can you touch him like this after he has slaughtered every vampire? He had blood on his hands and corpses still laid all around you so how come you’re not afraid to touch him?

“Making sure you’re not hurt,” you whisper, lifting his mask to reveal a strong jawline who can cut steel and lips that look tempting yet deadly.

He stares back at you, the intensity in his eyes making you want to drown in his eyes forever. He grabs your waist, pulling you against him tightly, his hand caressing your lower back, the heat of his palm seeping through the thin cloth of your dress.

“You’re making this harder for me, princess. You can’t stay here longer. It’s dangerous,”  he says softly, leaning closer to you, his hot breath fanning your cold skin as he whispers.

"I don’t care.” You say, closing the gap between your lips and pressing them softly onto his.

At first, he tried to push you away.

But the minute you parted your lips to deepen the kiss, he gave up.

As your tongue ran along his bottom lip, tasting each other, you wrapped your arms around his neck while he gripped both sides of your waist.

He lifted you easily in his arm and you placed your legs around his hips, holding on tightly when you felt yourself getting dizzy and lightheaded.

Lifting up into the sky, you almost scream when you realize that he has intended to fly you back to the castle. His wings even through the mist shine with the specks of light that peeked from the clouds.

Not daring to look down because of your fear of heights, some minutes later you brace yourself for landing when he flaps his wings to stop his  speed abruptly, causing you to cling onto him like a koala.

When he puts you down gently on your feet, you let out a soft sigh of relief.

Jungkook pulled you in his arms, cradling you close and soothing you as best he could.

“I’m sorry, baby. Didn’t want to startle you like that. I just can’t imagine you walking through that mess.  It must have been terrifying.” He whispered tenderly, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

You leaned into his touch, melting at the sound of his deep, rumbling voice calling you baby in that loving way of his, feeling warmth blossom inside your chest.

Feeling safe. Protected.

“You need to stay indoors while I go back to finish the job. Someone still can be lurking in the shadows and watching us so we have to take precautions,”  he says sternly, grabbing the hilt of his sword and taking a few steps backward as he looked behind him.

“Come back to me safe, please.” You pleaded.

He sighed as he turned around, walking towards you again.

He reached out to caress your cheek once more before giving you a soft smile.

“I promise you.”

You nodded as he took off with a flap of his wings. The air surrounding him seemed to shimmer with an ethereal glow, the wind caressing his skin like a lover as his figure disappears among the thick mist in the distance.

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Word count: 2600+

Warnings: mentions of war, anxiety, vomiting, blood and dead animal

In books there's no mention of Tamlin being able to winnow, but for the sake of story, let's pretend he can

Part III | Part V

You woke up with a jolt, unable to take a breath. Something was pushing you from behind into sturdy, but warm object, crushing you. You squirmed and scratched until the thing under you stiffed and moved. It was alive. The grasp on back of your head and waist loosened a bit and you sat up gasping for air. As soon as you calmed down, you looked back to see what held you. Your eyes widened as you recognized the person next to you.

Tamlin was still asleep, lying on top of the blanket on your bed. He looked tired and torn, his cloths were dirty with bloody stains, his golden hair all dishevelled. He didn't have a single scratch on his skin, though he seemed to be trapped in another nightmare. He was moaning, gritting his teeth and frowning. His head was tossing from side to side, fingers clenched into fists.

"Please.. no.. don't le-.." he murmured under the breath.

"Tamlin," you shook his shoulder. "It's just a bad dream. You are.. safe."

High Lord woke up panting. Swallowing hard he looked around, seemingly trying to remember where he was. His green eyes stopped on you. Confusion and pain on his face was replaced by relief.

"You are awake," he breathed out.

"So you are. How did this happen?" you gestured between him and your bed.

"Ah, this.. Don't worry. Nothing happened. You passed out and as it looks I fell asleep while taking care of you. When was the last time you ate?" smirking he slowly sat up, his face just an inch from yours. You tried to put some distance between you and him, but everything went dark for a second. His big hands caught you, grounding you. "Slowly."

"I'm fine now. Thank you."

Tamlin shook his head. "When was the last time you ate?" he repeated his question.

"I don't know," you admitted, shrugging. "Is the war over? Who won?"

"We did, but I already told you yesterday. Don't you remember?" he tilted head in rather an animal way.

You blinked confused. "Really? I-I don't remember any of that.."

"Hmm," he watched you with concern. "It's interesting. When I came in I thought cottage is empty. I couldn't sense you at all. Then you suddenly appeared in the shadows and when I told you we won, you passed out. Don't you really remember it?"

You frowned and shook you head.

"Well, never mind," Tamlin sighed. "Let's find you some food."

"I'm afraid I don't have any at the moment. I.. couldn't go out.. I-I was worried.." you blushed turning your gaze away from him.

A wicked grin appeared on Tamlin's face. "I thought you are angry at me and meanwhile," one brow raised up, "you worried for my wellbeing. I'm flattered."

You blushed even harder. Since when did you have such kind of feelings? You didn't recognize yourself. "I could feel it.. The magic of this world was..wild..roaring."

"Yeah, it was quite a tough fight," Tamlin was once again serious. "War is a horrible thing. Many lives were lost. Too many. Things you see on a battlefield.. It's hard to erase it from one's mind.."

You could feel the enormous weight burdening his shoulders. Suddenly you felt really sorry for him. He was just a young male and yet.. he had a great responsibility. Many lives depended on him. He had to rule entire Court and fae who lived there. He was protecting this land for so many years and then human woman came and things started to fall apart.

"I'm going to get us something to eat," Tamlin stood up, heading to door. "You stay here and try to rest. I'll return soon."

He stopped, hand on a handle. "Uhm.. can you handle a meat? I know you said you don't remember if you've ever eaten it, but.. unlike you I'm afraid I'm not able to collect mushrooms and herbs. I'd most likely poison us."

You giggled. "I'll give it a try," you agreed grateful for anything he could bring. Tamlin's cheeks turned pink. Nodding he left.

Barely twenty minutes passed when you heard Tamlin returning back. His steps were heavier than before. Curious you carefully went downstairs using walls for support. Seeing an animal slung over his shoulder, you yelped.

"You shouldn't stand up," Tamlin said calmly as if he wasn't carrying big deer.

"Are you going to," you swallowed, "cut it open here?" If you had anything in your stomach, you would throw it out right there on the spot. You felt faint and needed to sit down. When Tamlin took a note of your state, he let the deer fall to the ground and rushed to you.

"Easy, vicious witch," he smirked helping you sit to your armchair. The smell of the dead animal stuck on his clothes and you gagged.

"I'm sorry," breathing deeply you tried to work off the nausea.

"No, I am sorry. It should have occurred to me you might feel sick when you see this," he pulled away, fanning you with hand. "It was really bad idea." Thinking about something he narrowed the shining green eyes on you. "I could.." he said hesitantly, "clean it and roast it at my house." You nodded weakly with closed eyes. "But I don't want to leave you alone for so long in this state."

"Don't worry. I'll be fine. Just leave me here," you groaned, the desire to be as far from the dead animal's body and its smell as possible growing with every second.

He studied your face for a while. "Come with me," he said firmly. You wanted to object, but he continued before you could even open mouth. "You can rest in other room or take a walk around if you will feel up to it. I would be less worried. And meal won't unnecessarily cool down."

His gaze was too piercing and you had to look away. The very same feeling you had when you tried to go to check on him in his manor returned. Leaving this forest even for hour or two made you nervous. Whole your body was against it. You started sweating.

"I'll winnow us. No need to be afraid," Tamlin assured you. "Come." He pulled your hand lightly.

"I.."

"If you are afraid I will do something to you, no need to. If I would really want to, I already had a plenty opportunities, don't you think," he grinned and winked. Under all the playfulness there were traces of something dark, cold and painful. He was trying to suppress it, but you noticed it nonetheless.

Maybe it was for that pain that you agreed at last. Uneasiness was crushing you from inside and you had to repeat to yourself that it would be just for few hours and you would return back home.

Tamlin winnowed you as he said. When you dared to open your eyes a little, you found yourself in a room with big windows. It was impressive just as expected from High Lord's manor, but signs of neglect were visible all around. Every surface was covered in dirt and dust, some pieces of furniture were broken. Tamlin blushed looking around.

"I'm sorry for this," he gestured around. "This used to be the nicest room, but certain things happened and.. all servants left.. The state of my house is.. quite horrible at the moment."

Your eyes wandered around the room while he spoke, taking in beautiful details. You turned to him only when Tamlin stopped talking, waiting for your reaction.

"It is still very nice house. And bright," you smiled nervously. "It's so huge."

"For one person, it's too much," sadness filled his eyes. "If you want, you can look around or find some place to rest. Just.. stay nearby, please.. You know.. just in case you pass out again.." he added nervously as if his request needed an extra explanation. You heard that High Lord basically imprisoned his fiancée in the manor after their return from under the mountain and she broke down. That's when somebody from Night Court came to rescue her and she left him for the first time.

"I'm going to take care of the..meal," his voice snapped you out from your thoughts.

"Okay, I won't go far then," you promised and sent him reassuring smile. You watched your High Lord until he disappeared behind the doors on the opposite side, leaving it wide open. Was he really such bad person? He was gloomy, sad and broken, but down under it all, he seemed to be caring and gentle in his own way. You had mixed feelings.

You were weak and felt sick, so you decided to sit on chair near the window overlooking the garden. At least the anxiety of leaving the forest wasn't so bad right now. Resting you head against the frame of the window, you let your thoughts wander.

The peaceful moment didn't last long. Air changed and something felt off. Wondering what's going on you trailed in the direction Tamlin had disappeared in. It didn't take you long to find kitchen, the faint smell of dead animal guiding you. You were about opening the door when you sensed some stranger on the other side. His magic filled air with smell of dark chilly night, so strong it made a shiver ran down your spine. Whoever it was, he was powerful, more powerful than your High Lord. No matter how scary it was, it felt familiar in a certain way. You halted, trying to remember where did you met with such powers, but there was nothing.

You shook your head concentrating on a small gap in the ajar door. Peeking through it you could see Tamlin standing behind the table across the room, his hands dirty from the animal's blood. He was cutting - no, tearing it to pieces, obliviously ignoring the stranger standing on the other side whose back was turned to you.

"I just came to check on you," the stranger purred, even his voice was like silky night.

"Why would you bother?" Tamlin grunted, his eyes trained on the meat he was peeling off the skin.

"You saved my life which I'm really grateful for. Feyre said you even wished her a happiness. We used to be friends, Tam."

"Right, we used to. The past tense," Tamlin snarled.

Stranger stayed silent for a while, ignoring his words and looking around. "This house turned into a great mess. You should do something about that."

"Your mate made sure nobody stayed here," your High Lord snapped. Now it gave sense. The other male was Night Court's High Lord, the one Tamlin's fiancée ran to.

You could see Tamlin's discomfort, his shoulders tensed, jaw tightening. It worried you. You felt hate towards the male who came to tease him, to kick him while he was at the bottom. You were debating if you should go in and support him or stay hidden when Night Court's Lord spoke again.

"Are you really alone?"

Tamlin's gaze shot to the door you were hidden behind, flash of panic in his eyes. It took just mere second, but you noticed. He was afraid the other male could find you here. It was like a signal to stay where you were. "Yes," he rasped.

"Hmm," other male hummed amused. "Maybe I should send somebody to make you a company."

"Shove it up your ass, Rhysand! I don't want your sleuthhound to sniff around," Tamlin barked, his claws punched out.

So called Rhysand raised his hands in surrender. "It was just a friendly offer. You don't have enough men to guard the borderline. I can help you out with it."

"I. Don't. Need. You." Tamlin growled.

"Okay, I've got it. But if you change your mind or need help, let me know," Rhysand laughed and winnowed.

Tamlin stood there, his chest rising and falling as he heaved, sharp claws ready to tear the flesh into shreds. He was angry once again, pain all over his face. You hesitantly stepped out of your hideaway. His gaze shot to you, studying you from head to toe.

"How long were you eavesdropping on us?" His words were sharp like daggers.

"Long," you admitted calmly although your heart rate increased.

"So now you know.." he whispered, voice full of pain and looked down on his bloodied hands.

"That you are High Lord? I know it since I treated your wound."

His eyes shot up to you with surprise, searching your face for disgust, hate or any other emotion subjects of this court usually felt for him. He was taken aback when he found none of that.

"Will you leave like others did?" he asked in a small voice. "I.. won't stop you.."

"No," you answered simply. "I already told you I won't leave my home."

His lips pulled into a thin line. "Your cottage.. right.." he mumbled. He silently stood there staring absently at the table.

"So.. When will be the meal ready?" you changed topic, snapping him out of his thoughts.

Tamlin gave you a questioning look. "You don't mind eating with me?"

You huffed, raising a brow. "Have I ever given you such impression?" He searched your eyes and then returned back to portioning the deer.

"You know what I've done, don't you?" he asked while putting a piece of meat on the spit.

"I heard something."

"I see." You felt him watching you out of the corner of his eye.

You smiled. "Do you plan to lock me up in your manor?"

His head snapped up. "No," he hurried to answer. "I-"

"Easy," you stopped him. "I was just teasing you." You smiled wider. Slowly a shy smirk appeared on his face, his shoulders relaxed bit more.

A silence stretched between you. Tamlin was roasting the meat, while you were standing as far from the rest of the deer as possible, going through almost empty shelves. When his servants were leaving they took most of the useful things with them. In one of the cupboards you managed to find some plates and cutlery.

"Do you.. do you have a name?" Tamlin asked suddenly.

You hummed. "Probably, but I don't remember it," you said unexcited.

"So with your past you forgot also your name," he stated. You nodded. "Well then.. how should I call you?"

"I don't know. Does it matter?" you shrugged.

Tamlin stopped in the middle of reaching out to turn the meat, gaping at you. "Of course it matters. Everyone has name." He stepped closer, examining your face in disbelief. You gazed back at him. He was met with emptiness of your eyes. There was again no emotion, no sentiment nor desire. It was disturbing.

"If that's the case I will give you name," he decided lastly. He took his time, watching you, circling around you with thoughtful expression. "How about... No." He circled around you one more time. "I will call you.. Y/N. What do you think?"

"Well.. I guess it's..fine." It felt strange. You didn't want to, but nevertheless you cared. It was just a name, yet it changed you. You couldn't grasp what it had done to you, but it was big. You felt different.

"Fine?" He raised a brow. He watched you closely, lightly grinning at your reaction. "Your High Lord just gave you new name and you say 'fine'?" He really enjoyed teasing you. You shrugged.

Since then he made sure to call you by the name he gave you at every opportunity. It took some time, but at last you got used to it.

[the-bad-batch-baroness]

Where's Mommy?

Wolffe x Lilith Sestri (OFC)

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Cover art by: @pinkiemme

Summary: Wolffe's wife suddenly dies, leaving him a single father in the middle of a war.

Pairing: Wolffe x Lilith Sestri (OFC)

Characters: Wolffe, Plo Koon, Cara (child OFC)

Tags & Warnings: heavy angst, mention of death, off-screen death, spousal death, OFC is not the spouse, grief, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 816

Author's Note: I came up with this sad short fic while I was on my social media hiatus. If I have to suffer, then y'all are going to suffer with me. It's sad. It's really sad. I might make this into a full-length fic at some point, where Wolffe hires a nanny for his daughter and they fall in love, or something sappy like that. As always, please enjoy 💚

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Wolffe stood frozen in the med-center hallway, staring down an endless sterile corridor with a small hand wrapped tightly around his finger. A pulmonary embolism, they said. A blood clot in the lungs, they said. She was so young, they said. Could've happened to anyone, they said. But it didn't happen to anyone. It happened to his wife. Within moments, and by no choice of his own, Wolffe became a single father in a galaxy torn by war. The light of his life, snuffed out like a candle.

"Daddy?" his daughter said while tugging on his hand.

Wolffe snapped out of his daze and looked down at her. "Yeah, baby?"

"Where's mommy?" she asked.

"Mommy…" Wolffe paused, biting his lip as he looked anywhere but her face. "Mommy had to go."

"Go where?" she asked.

"Far away," he said.

"But why?" she asked. "I love mommy."

"I love mommy too, baby," he said, barely able to keep his emotions at bay.

"Then why'd she leave?" she whined.

"Listen to me, Cara," he knelt down onto the ground in front of her. "Sometimes… Sometimes people have to leave and there's nothing we can do about it."

"When's she coming back?" she asked.

"She's not," he choked.

"I want mommy!" she yelled.

Wolffe picked up his crying child and held her against his chest, letting his own tears fall silently out of her view. "I know, baby. I know. I want her too."

"I'm not leaving without mommy!" she wailed.

"Please, baby," he soothed as she cried, inconsolable.

"Hush little one," a soft voice came from behind Wolffe.

Wolffe turned around and sighed in relief. "General."

"I came as soon as I heard," Plo said. He placed a gentle hand on Wolffe's shoulder. "I'm so sorry for your loss."

"Thank you," Wolffe said while bouncing his daughter to try and calm her down.

"Come here little one," Plo said as he stretched out his arms to take Cara from Wolffe.

Wolffe peeled his distraught daughter off of his chest and handed her to Plo, then collapsed down onto the bench against the wall. He hung his head in his hands and sobbed quietly. His first real moment to fully process the loss of his wife.

Plo stepped away from Wolffe to give him some privacy and continued to bounce Cara to soothe her.

The little girl's crying echoed throughout the hallway, sending sharp pains through Wolffe's already broken heart. He wanted her to stop crying so he could stop crying. She was just a child, and she didn't understand what was happening, which made the situation all the more difficult. How could he console her when he could barely hold it together himself? The last time he felt this helpless was the Malevolence incident, and even then he held it together better than right now.

He didn't know how to be a mother. He was a soldier, a commander. How was he going to fight in the War and raise a child? It was practically impossible. He couldn't just quit the War either. No clone could. His wife was a saint. She took care of everything while he was away on campaigns. The only thing he needed to do when he came home was hug his little baby girl and dote on her until he had to leave again. He gave his family everything he had, and everything he didn't have.

He always knew he was going to be an absent father because of the War, but he didn't in his wildest imagination think that his wife would die before him. They had contingency plans for if he died, but they didn't make any plans for if she died. That entire scenario came out of left-field and blindsided him. They were eating dinner like they always did when he came home for shore leave. How in the universe did they go from eating dinner to her being dead? He'd never understand it.

"General," Wolffe said through his tears. "What do I do now?"

Plo studied the devastated commander and softened his eyes. "You take each moment as it comes."

"But what do I do?" Wolffe pleaded with a hitch in his throat. "The funeral, my kid, my troops, my–"

"Arrangements are being made as we speak," Plo interrupted. "You are not alone in this despair, Wolffe."

Wolffe looked up at his general and a menial, barely noticeable smile formed at the corner of his mouth, but it was betrayed by the streaks of tears that lined his flushed cheeks. He said nothing in response, afraid that if he uttered even one more syllable, he'd lose the last bit of composure he'd maintained. However, the words of his general rang true. He was not alone. He had never been alone. He had his general and an entire battalion of brothers to lean on. His family was here for him.

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for some reason i've had another idea for a request LODGED in my damn brain ever since i wore my platforms the other week: [they are comfy to me, and the heel isn't very high, just the platform adds like- 4inches lol] someone who has tall ass shoes, and nobody notices until they take em off or something and suddenly they're shorter it sounds bad, cause why would someone be wearing platforms, but i swear i can run in em. [took some trial and error though....] also its just really goofy.

No because I'm just as stubborn with platforms the thing that gets you is stairs. I'm not entirely sure if I've mentioned it on here, but I'm a firm believer that Hylians are short. Time is seen as tall because as far as Hylians go? He is Twilight is seen as monsterously tall. Which mixes into your other ask as well - seeing as Time is fairly average height when compared to humans with Twi being tall even to humans (he grew up with humans so he adapted just a lil he's got a much higher milk tolerance sfvgf) but only Twi really knows this seeing as he grew up in ordon with humans and honestly? Means he has a reason to reach out to the reader in the first place, explaining most of the differences he noticed growing up between him and the rest of the villagers It's not the most but really at that point it's helpful to know anything. and it gets him closer to you which is what he really cares about honestly I write the chain as yandere's most of the time really, but this scenario where he's reader's best hope and they naturally get closer to him? I could see it happening really it's because he can't have a repeat of midna someone from another world stealing his heart and leaving him forever ha nope

As for platforms? that'll be fun to explain to them >:) this turned out a little bit more Twi centric than I meant for it to be but it was so fun to write and flowed so naturally !! <33 [masterlist]

“[Name]? We’re about to have breakfast, you’ll probably want to come get some before we leave the inn. Time’s saying that we’re going to be walking a lot today”

“Hm? Yeah I’m coming wild.”

His eyes looked as if they were about to fall out of his head when I opened the door. Is there something off about my appearance? I’ve just woken up I guess so maybe I just look a bit dishevelled, but after travelling with them this long? Would that really be enough to set them off like this?

“You’re shorter! Are you alright? Twi said humans are way different compared to Hylians but I didn’t assume he meant you shrink sometimes! Come on we need to go show them to know if you’re gonna be okay.”

“Wait no wild I-”

There isn’t even time for me to argue my own point with how fast they’re pulling me over to the others, his strength is impressive even for hylians I’ve been told and that isn’t something I’ll argue with. But what is he on about me ‘shrinking’? I haven’t changed height at all… He’s never seen me without my platforms. That’d do it.

“TWILIGHT! [NAME] SHRANK. IS THAT SOMETHING HUMANS CAN DO? ARE THEY GOING TO BE ALRIGHT?”

“Wild really I’m going to be fine. If you’ll just let me explai-”

“YOU CAN SHRINK? Why didn’t you tell us [name]?”

Now winds come over - great. I’ll have to count on Twi’s glare being enough to give me time to speak. 

“Wild what are you on about humans can’t - oh. You did shrink. How did that happen?”

Bingo. Now I can hopefully clear this mess up somewhat.

“I didn’t shrink. I’m just not wearing my platforms. They add to my height when I wear them, I didn’t realise this was the first time Wild’s seen me without them. Their worry was pretty cute though.”

“So you didn’t shrink..? Can I try them on?”

“Nah wind, not only are they my only pair of shoes but I think you’d break your neck if you tried to walk in them.”

He really does look kind of like a cat when he pouts, you’d assume he’s just had a lemon slice shoved in his mouth rather than being told no for his own safety. It’s nice to see that despite having to become a hero at such a young age he still acts his age.

“Then how do you wear them? You’ve been walking them for so long without issue?”

“They’re your only shoes?”

“Yeah they are Twi, there’s no issue either wild. They’re comfortable to wear and I’m used to them anyway”

Twi looks as if he’s gearing up for a lecture if the look on his face is anything to go by, the very same one that’s a warning for wild when he’s done something questionable. A short sigh, a shake of his head and it quickly softens up into some sort of lovestruck expression.

“Darlin’ It isn’t that that I’m worried ‘bout. It’s not a good idea to only be travelling with a single pair, what if they get damaged or lost? I’ve got a spare set that should fit you, you can have them.”

“You don’t have to go that for me twi, I’m sure theres somewhere here I could just buy a pair.”

“It really ain’t an issue. It’ll save you breaking in a new pair so it’s for the best really.”

There’s more to what he’s saying I can feel it, but I can’t bring it up around the others like this so answers will have to wait. 

“You don’t wanna eat while you’re, only wearing a pair of socks you? Let’s go and get them for you quickly.”

His hand is so much softer than Wild’s and his touch is more tender and is that? Oh, he’s blushing, there really is something more to this isn’t there; does he like me or something? The walk to his room in the inn isn’t long, shorter than the one to my own. 

“Give me a second darlin’ and I’ll get you them.”

 “Of course, I’m not gonna get mad at you for taking too long to get me a gift. Seriously though, thanks for this link.”

If I thought he was red before he’s downright glowing now, his face from the tips of his ears to the lowest part of his neck that I can see have gone crimson red. Matching how his rummaging through his bag has gotten ever so more frantic, his patience for finding the said boots for me gone like ashes in the wind. Then before I know it a pair of leather boots are being thrust into my arms by someone who can only really be described as a blushy mess at the moment. It’s cute. He’s cute.

“They’re wonderful thank you again Twi, really.”

“You can ah - You can call me link when we’re alone together like this darlin’.”

“If you want me to then link. I’ll just put these on then we can go join the others, hopefully, they’ve saved us some food.”

These are so soft, are they lined with something? They have to be right? It feels like some kind of fur, they should be nice to walk in so I can save my platforms some wear. It makes a lot of sense to try to keep my belongings from home safe, just to have some memories to look back on. 

“Hey link, mind me asking what they’re lined with?”

“Wolf fur darlin’”

“Is it your fur?”

How is it possible he’s gotten even more red? Answers my question though. Why would he give me something lined with his own fur?

“I - That doesn’t bother you does it?”

[shutit-haha]

WBakugo pt.4

Ok, really really liked the idea of reader having like this senior father figure hybrid. And Aizawa just fits the role so perfectly in my brain. Obviously hybrid AU seeing as how that's my latest obsession.

Aizawa stood behind you all tall and gloomy, his ears were lost in his wild hair, hands shoved deep into the front pocket of his pants. He really didn't want to be here, truthfully you no longer wanted to be here either. All that was left was for Eri to get tired out- whenever it is that happens.

"So why don't you have ears," the lady asked. You had been forced to conversate with her as Aizawa clearly wasn't going to respond to her. She was a loud and ignorant woman, it was clear the two of you weren't blood related yet she had the audacity to ask such a question.

"Adopted," you gave her your best curtesy smile.

"Who adopted who," she chortled loudly, elbowing you in the ribs playfully.

Ok now she was overstepping boundaries. "I'm sorry did you need something?" Aizawa was a looming figure now, darkness practically oozing from him, it encased the poor woman. Swallowed her whole.

"Oh well you see- I came over here to- I figured I could shimmy," she shook her shoulder, "on over to- well I- I must be going." Her mouth shut, thin lips vanishing with her tight expression. She was gone and there was Eri skipping back over to your side.

"Ok, I'm ready to go now." She smiled up at the two of you brightly, the skirt of her new dress twirling around her. "The bigger kids are rolling in," she grumbled peering over her shoulder back at the direction she came from.

"Yeah it is getting kind of late," you took her hand. Aizawa said nothing he simply took her other hand and followed you out. It was all fine and dandy until you reached the car. Your phone had started ringing, vibrating aggressively in your pocket. It was a private number you didn't recognize. "Hello?"

"Yes are you.."

The officer sounded older and clearly skeptical. "I am, and why are you-"

"Well we have a young man here who claims to be yours."

What in the hell were they talking about. "Excuse me?" You didn't own any kids, the closest thing you had to one was buckling up in the car right now.

"Goes by the name of Katsuki Bakugo?"

There's no fucking way. He said he had a license. Why the hell is he giving people your name!? Why is he giving the police your name!?

"Is any of this ringing a bell," the officer sounded tired now.

"Uh... yes Ma'am sorry I uh- I'm out with family currently but I will be right there." You gave a curtesy smile despite it being a voice call, giving Aizawa such a large pleading look. His cat ears twitched shifting to a more alert position. It did little to better your mood.

"Right well he's being contained at precinct 692."

"Ok, thank you Ma'am, really thank you." You hung up, jaw on the floor, blinking in disbelief.

"Why are your friend's getting arrested," he was so blunt and monotone. Where was that caring Dad part of him that would word that just a bit better for you? Weren't you clearly in shock?

"I wish you wouldn't use those," you pointed at his cat ears- though only able to see their tips. "For things like this."

"Who's Bakugo?" He shuts the car door (so Eri can't hear) placing his arms up on top so he can lean in and glare at you. "Why is he in Jail? And why is he suddenly your responsibility?"

"Can't you just drop me off, please." Those wide eyes from when you were a child. "Can't you use that reputation of yours to get me out of this pickle, preferably no questions asked." You bat your lashes at him.

"Not happening." He blinks dryly, and you reach into your pocket for some eye drops. "If I'm dropping you off I'm walking in."

"That means you have to use your noble reputation," you say it all sing-songy.

"That means you have to explain," he mocks you in that same tuneful voice.

"Please Dad," you're begging.

"Absolutely not," he gets in the driver's seat. For a brief moment you stand there, contemplating what the right decision is here. He starts the car, and begrudgingly you open the passenger side door plopping down into your seat.

"Tell me about the kid," he swallows thickly, hands tight on the wheel.

"Met him in a snowstorm."

"That night you came late?" He side eyes you and you bite back any remarks about it.

"When I arrived later the next day? Yes sir."

"You don't have to address me like that," his shoulders eased up. He was forcing himself to relax hoping his body language would rub off on you. Yes he was pissed but that didn't matter.

"Sorry," it was a habit that was stuck with you. Aizawa hadn't taught it to you, yet it remained nonetheless. Eri wasn't the only one here who had been robbed of dreams and given nightmares. Aizawa saved you, for that you are forever in his debt. The best child he could ever ask for. "Some di- dude," you glanced back at Eri. "This 'catcher' was being all hostile- just a total bigot, was bothering him about being licensed-"

"Was he," Aizawa cuts you off.

"mhm," you nodded, "he showed me them later."

"When," a low growl, it was slight something you had to teach yourself how to notice.

"I stayed the night at his place," you mumbled.

"Doing?"

"What if I said something unholy?" The car swerved nearly going into the wrong lane. "I was joking! I was joking! I slept in a guest bedroom," you put your hand over your heart, "honest to God."

Another side eye from your Father.

"Anyways I jumped in and claimed he was mine, as a thank you gesture he allowed me to stay with him. And now... I don't know." Your worried eyes reflected on the wind shield of the car, red flashing within your pupil. A trick of the blinking stop light.

"When you stayed the night," oh no here was that protective personality. "Anything weird?" Clearly his training had stayed with him even through the retirement, he was profiling people no matter his age. That was true Shota Aizawa fashion.

"Typical 'don't touch my shi- stuff' personality." Another weary glance over at Eri, you keep forgetting she's there. "He's hella bossy, just as an FYI. Noticed when I was cold, made me breakfast," you were just listing things off now. "Oh!" You perked up, "he hates the smell of me."

Aizawa chuffed, "doubt that."

"Dad, you're being a Dad. Not everyone's after your wonderful child that you just swear is the cutest thing on planet earth."

"But you do smell good," Eri chirped from the backseat.

Well fuck, now it had to be a fact. I mean Eri said it. Who are you to argue.

"What'd he say," he turned into the parking lot.

"I asked about the whole being stinky bit- didn't want to be a headache- he said I didn't stink."

"Asshole likes you."

"Doubt it," you scoff unbuckling.

"Oh yea, then why are we here?"

Eri is just a ray of sunshine with the police station. Everyone is smiling at her and complementing her dress, they all ask for her name, and she's got a pocket full of candy. You were glad you and Aizawa had taken the time to work through places like this with her, liked that she could so easily twirl and smile. It made the weight you were already bearing that much lighter.

"Where the hell is he," Aizawa was really growling now. He was famous like Eri here too, just in an entirely different sense. Though their eyes followed him no one approached.

"I'll ask front desk," you're slipping past and jogging over to the first officer that looks at you. "Here for Katsuki Bakugo."

They sigh heavily, "follow me."

"Mr.Bakugo?"

His head snaps up, your voice definetly doesn't belong here. He's got this crazed look, his shoulders strain behind his back. His hands are cuffed tightly, to the point of no circulation, and he's been muzzled. Your blood boils but you're not sure where to direct this anger. His gaze shifts from you over to Aizawa, his body tenses, so does your Dads.

Aizawa sighs, he kisses his teeth, grabs hold of Eri and turns his back to the both of you. "I'm gonna use that reputation of mine." He's gone. It's you, the blonde, and a guard.

"Could you- could you please remove the muzzle?" It brings you discomfort.

"Not sure that's safe."

"Please," though a pleading word you state it as a demand. The muzzle is removed. "Bakugo?" You sigh, shifting your weight awkwardly. "You can't just ignore me. I'm at a police station, with my family, because of you."

He leans forward, looking up at you from that position, his dog tags glimmer under the light. "'Was just a bar fight."

"Over what? I'm not gonna bail you out for being ignorant. We don't even know each other like that."

"I wasn't being ignorant. This chick wouldn't leave my friend alone, just kept hitting on him and hitting on him. It was harassment."

"Don't tell me you hit her," equal rights, equal fights but.. Well he did seem kind of brutal.

"Some guy got me before I could do shit."

"Who?"

"Security. Said I was too rowdy, shouldn't being getting nippy with her like that. She was fucking harassing my friend."

"You fought security?"

"Bastard deserved it," he shrugged, slouching back into the wall.

"Ok, so why me? Why not your friend?"

The blonde rose from where he sat on the frigid metal bench. He walked over to you with heavy steps, his frame towering you in an oddly familiar way. His head ducked down just slightly, tilting the smallest bit just before he took in a deep breath. "Met you two days ago, and your fuckin' scent won't leave me alone. I don't get it," he shook his head slowly, "I really don't get it." Red eyes looked up at you from where his head still hung low. "Sedated," his fangs caught in the light, "and out of control," another deep breath. "All I wanted was your fucking smell."

"You gotta be smarter kid, they're gonna start revoking things from you if you don't know how to act." Shota had rejoined the two of you. Bakugo straightened up, meeting Aizawa in the eyes. He seemed less solemn and resigned this time, clearly more confident and repowered. "Thought you would of grown out of this temper."

"You know him," you turned to look at your Father.

"Taught him back in the academy."

Small fucking world.

Bakugo opened his mouth to speak but you cut him off, "it wasn't his fault. Well not really- there's a lot of technicalities. He was doing a good thing."

"You didn't see the pictures." Shota shifted to further analyze the boy, "why so brutal?"

"Lost my shit," he couldn't meet his superior in the eye.

"Why? You're never that unhinged, you got better, you were better."

"They fucked up my hormones, alright." Bakugo glared at you, "Dammit I've been wound so tight for no reason, always on fuckin' edge. It's like I don't know how to chill anymore."

"I hope you really don't think that's gonna win them over."

Yeah 'cause that totally didn't work on you. Totally.

"Not trynna win them over, just confused," he mumbled.

"What never been in a sex ed class before?"

"Dad," what was with his attitude? "We've all had a rough day let's just go home."

"My day wasn't rough," he glared back at Bakugo, "he made it rough."

"It's not his fault Dad really, don't take it out on him." Though that's exactly what you wanted to do too.

"Remember that conversation in the car?" He had turned around to whisper into your ear, "here's where that comes into play."

You shook it off, "so what are we gonna do?"

"You come home with me," Bakugo was surprisingly quick to reply. Aizawa gave you a look as if to say 'I told you so.'

Your eyes scanned over all of them before you nodded, "yeah, ok."

[dalchiid]

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 53

A story of obsession, fear, and lust. You're a maid whose Masters forbid you in meeting their guests for the night but your luck runs dry when you run into them and catch the attention of Lord Hoseok himself. He's smitten from the beginning and thus, your fate has been decided.

Pairing: Yandere Vampire Hoseok x Fem/AFAB Reader

Word Count: 12,777

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Obsession, Possessive, Angst, Fear, Blood, Biting, Dub-Con, Eventual smut

Will add or remove warnings based on what's in each chapter.

I do not condone the behavior being exhibited in my work. This is solely for entertainment purposes and I hope if any of you are ever in a situation like this that you have the chance and ability to run away from it. Take care out there.

DO NOT copy, edit, or repost my work anywhere.

Chapter 53 Warnings: Yandere, Possessive, Obsession, Fighting, Drama, Needles, Fear, Angst, Drugging, Blood, Biting

A/N: Here it is! The very last chapter of Covetous. It's been such a wild ride. I started sharing this story almost a year ago can you believe that? A year filled with a lot of ups and downs. I just want to say thank you for giving the story a lot of love. It really means a lot to me. I hope you enjoy this final chapter and I hope I'll see you around for other stories. Take care 💜

Prev

Your teeth are clenched hard. So hard and you don't even realize you bit the tip of your tongue until after you taste blood. Fear courses through you and you have the sudden need for everything to please just stop.

Your eyes are sealed shut with all air being taken out of you as you hear the sound of metal hitting metal and the sound of breaking glass. Followed by it is a stillness and the sound of a horn blaring non-stop.

Your eyes slowly open and you look over to Yoongi who winces in pain.

"Are you okay," you hurriedly ask.

He nods before breathlessly asking if you were okay.

"Yeah." Your voice shakes.

The front window is completely shattered. It's focused mostly on Yoongi's side and branches out like a spiderweb towards your side. The windshield wipers are up and the airbags are out and that damned horn is still going.

With shaky hands you undo your seat belt and try to move. Your body aches especially your neck You bring down the sun visor and look into the mirror to see you have a bright and bloody burn across your neck from the seat belt.

"Fuck," you mumble.

Yoongi follows after you and undoes his seat belt as well. He goes to try and open his door but he struggles to get it open.

You're about to tell him not to force it when your door suddenly swings open and you're dragged out of the car. You yelp in surprise and cry out when you land on the street with a hard thud. It takes your eyes a second to adjust in the blaring sunlight but once they do you gasp in fear.

Hoseok is holding you by the front of your shirt and he looks pissed.

There's a bit of blood that runs down from his forehead and creases into his brow. It doesn't make sense to you as to how he got hurt but all you know is that he's right here in front of you. This is not a hallucination.

"Hoseok!" Yoongi cries out.

The young vampire doesn't say anything to him but he glares his brother's way.

You try to get his grip off of you but you're too injured to fight him off properly. "Let me go," you cry weakly but he doesn't budge.

Around the car comes Seokjin who winces as he palms his lower back with his hand. "Did you really have to do that," he asks.

You're not sure what he means until a sudden thought strikes you. Did Hoseok crash into you? Was that his car? It would make sense but at the same time you're wondering how he found you so quickly. What was the likelihood that it was him and not somebody else?

There's a gathering of people around. Some leave their cars to help. They especially help Yoongi who can't get his car door to open.

You're in the middle of slapping Hoseok's hand over and over again to get him to let go of you but his grip is hard as steel. You swivel your legs over to try and kick him and you land a good one on his shin that makes him grit his teeth in pain as he hisses.

"Hoseok let go of me!"

He pulls you up onto your feet by your shirt and shakes you in anger. "You had one chance," he yells. "I gave you one chance and you fucked up!"

"Hey whoa! Whoa!" A pedestrian comes over with two hands raised as if he were approaching a wild animal. "Let the Miss go."

Hoseok seethes through his teeth as he directs his attention over to the man. "This is none of your business."

The man gives you a worried look before looking back at Hoseok. "My Lord she's in pain and you're scaring her. Just le-"

"Did I not make myself clear?!"

The man jerks his head back at the yell but he isn't backing down. He moves forward and grabs Hoseok's wrist which was the wrong move to make. He suddenly goes down when Hoseok releases you to land a punch on him.

"Hoseok!" Both you and Seokjin scream.

In your moment of freedom you try and run off but your captor is much quicker than you. His hand grips the back of your collar and pulls you back. You trip over the asphalt and land on your butt leaving you in more pain.

"Hoseok! Let her go!"

You turn your head to see that Yoongi managed to climb out of his car. His hand is reaching towards you and it makes Hoseok growl.

You're dragged across the street as Hoseok pulls you along towards Yoongi. The edge of your shirt rubs against your burn that makes you hiss. You're about to take your shirt off and run but you come to a stop when Hoseok lets go in favor of grabbing Yoongi by the throat.

"No," you scream. "Let him go!"

Yoongi doesn't go down easily as he grabs Hoseok's shirt in one hand and his shoulder in the other before swiping hard at his feet with a kick. Hoseok falls down and takes his brother with him until the two of them are fighting on the ground.

You stand up and run towards the brothers to try and separate them along with Seokjin who curses.

"Stop it you two," he yells. "Get up!"

You grab Yoongi as Seokjin grabs Hoseok but it's hard to pry them apart.

Onlookers watch the mess that has been made not daring to move a muscle to help. They either just stand there or take out their phones to record. It's disgusting to you.

Rearing his arm back to elbow Seokjin in the chest Hoseok swings forward to land a punch on Yoongi's face. He gets him around the cheek but it doesn't slow the older vampire down. He takes a jab back and lands a punch of his own across Hoseok's face.

You're in too much pain and too weak to break the fight apart. It all falls on Seokjin to do most of the work but he's still healing from his minor injuries from the accident.

A mixture of sirens flow through the air as both cops and ambulances come to the scene. They honk at the people who are in the way until there's enough space for them to drive through.

Yoongi and Hoseok are still fighting - one out of pure rage and the other in self defense. For a moment Seokjin manages to separate the two and tries his best to pin Hoseok down but he won't stop. Yoongi gets on his knees as he tries to regain his breath. You grip onto the back of his shirt as tears flood your eyes.

"Stop fighting," you cry. "Please stop fighting."

Hoseok looks at you and sees the way you hold onto his brother and it makes a new wave of anger fall over him. He throws his head back against Seokjin's chin as he tries to fight out of his grip.

"Get off of me!"

Seokjin grits his teeth. "Not until you calm down."

A blood curdling yell forces its way out of Hoseok's throat as he continues to thrash around.

"What's going on here?" A police officer comes running over with two other in tow. He looks concerned but when he sees who it is he's dealing with his eyes open wide in surprise.

Seokjin looks up at them with furrowed brows as he tries his best to keep his brother in control but he's starting to lose his grip.

You look between them and Hoseok with fat wet tears streaming down your face. You're still gripping onto Yoongi's shirt with fear coursing through your system. There's no other way to describe what you're feeling besides fear. Hoseok caught up with you without either of you two realizing it. Is this the universe telling you that this is your fate? That no matter where you run he will always be near you?

No. You can't think like that. You won't let this be your end.

You sniffle as you direct your attention to the nearest police officer. "Help," you say. "I need your help."

He kneels down by you as paramedics and EMTs run towards you all.

"What's wrong?" The officer asks. "What's going on?"

It was now or never. "I've been kidnapped. Yoongi tried saving me but Hoseok is trying to take me back."

A look of surprise coats his features as he looks over to his Lords. He must know them by name because he doesn't question who is who. Even then seeing the way you're hanging off of Yoongi gives him an idea of who he is to you.

"Why are you lying?!" Hoseok screams.

You flinch at the sound and cower behind his brother.

An EMT approaches you when he sees your neck. He's about to ask you something but your mind grows foggy.

"Ma'am let me see your neck."

Through the haze you feel yourself shaking your head. "I-I'm fine," you say. "I... want to go home."

"Not until you get checked. You were just in a really bad accident. I think it's best if you go to the hospital." He looks over at the three vampires. "All of you."

"We'll heal just fine." Seokjin says. "Just check on her."

Yoongi looks at you in concern. "Y/N. Let them take you to the hospital. I'll handle things here with the police."

His words seem to fall flat around you permeating into the ground leaving you with no effect.

Before you can stop yourself you say his brother's name.

"Hoseok."

You look towards him and he looks like he's calming down, but he stares at you like he's concentrating. Is he...

"Let's get going, Miss. I'll help you through this."

"I'm going." Hoseok says.

"Fat chance in hell you are." Yoongi growls.

They glare at each other but you're not really here to say or do anything about it.

"I need whoever the drivers are to stay so I can get some information." A police officer says. "You can leave me with the documents then go to the hospital but if not stay."

Hoseok is a lot calmer but there's a hint of worry in his eyes. He sits up and when Seokjin realizes he won't fight he releases him.

"I can give you the documents but I'm going with my partner to the hospital."

"That's fi-"

"So what? So you can take her back to her prison right after?! Hoseok I love you but she doesn't belong with us. She doesn't belong to you!" Yoongi's words cut the officer off.

Everyone seems to be on edge including everyone who came to help. Meanwhile you're on your knees swaying side to side.

"She loves me! And I love her!" Hoseok yells. "If you're too blind to see that then that's not my problem!"

Yoongi snarls. "You're delusional."

This takes Hoseok aback and hurt flashes across his face. His eyes gloss over with unshed tears as he flares his nostrils. This reaction seems to do something to Yoongi because he winces before looking off towards the side. He doesn't want to look at Hoseok anymore.

"If everyone will feel better about this I can go with her." Seokjin says.

"You're not any better." Yoongi bites though his brows furrow in pain. Like speaking against his brothers is hurting him.

"Well we need a decision stat because the Miss needs help." The EMT says.

Seokjin stands up and walks over to you. "Hoseok and Yoongi were the ones driving. Y/N and I were just the passengers." He reaches out a hand that you take without thinking. "Let's go."

"Y/N. Y/N wait!"

You ignore Yoongi's words and come to stand with his older brother's help. Seokjin takes your left as the EMT takes your right as they help you to the ambulance. You're helped on board all the while Yoongi yells for Seokjin but neither of you look back.

Once you're settled another EMT comes over and talks to his partner before they ask Seokjin which hospital. The vampire tells them and they set off to take you there.

As they drive off suddenly the fog leaves your head and you gasp. You look around you in fear especially when you note Seokjin is with you.

Hoseok did it. He did it again. He controlled your mind. You start to tremble as you think on this. You would ask how could he but you're not surprised at all.

Seokjin eyes you as the EMT starts to ask you questions. Your name, your date of birth, any underlying issues you have that they should know about. They don't question however how you and Seokjin look at each other. Like a rabbit being stared down by a fox.

You lick your lips nervously before you part them to speak. "How?"

His brow raises in question. "How what?"

Your bottom lip trembles. "How did you find me?"

Seokjin sighs deeply. "It was by pure coincidence. Honestly."

You frown. "Bullshit."

He doesn't say anything at first before shrugging his shoulders. "Believe what you want to believe but it's the truth." A small smile adorns his lips but it looks absolutely wicked. "Maybe it was fate."

Your frown gross deeper into a look of disgust.

The EMT doesn't say anything but he keeps looking at the two of you warily.

The rest of the ride is silent. You wince here and there when a bump on the road is hit. Now that the adrenaline is leaving you you're feeling all sorts of aches and pains. Your chest hurts like someone punched you really hard. The pain even radiates down to your knees. Sighing hurts so you try not to. There's just so much going on with your body that you want to get checked out.

When you arrive at the hospital they take you to the back where they help you onto a wheelchair. You were about to deny using one at first but the nurse and EMT insisted.

You're wheeled into a private room where Seokjin waits with you. The nurse says she'll be with you in just a moment leaving you alone with the vampire.

You can hear the rush of back and forth in the hall behind the closed door as other patients are being attended to.

Seokjin leans his back against the wall and crosses his feet. His hands are shoved into his pockets and he stares at the wall across from him. He seems to be doing fine despite the accident. You're reminded of vampires' fast healing. If only that could be extended towards you because you're starting to really feel it.

You rest your arm on the armrest of the wheelchair and rub your temple. To think that you were on your way to safety. You could have been out of this stupid place and on your way to Minjeong. Only if Hoseok didn't go in search of you. He should have just gone and gotten Jimin's cake with his brother and leave you alone. But that would be too easy. It's never easy for you.

Thinking about Seokjin you just get angry. The way he encouraged Hoseok to search for you... It makes you grit your teeth and work your jaw.

"You're an asshole, you know that?" You can't stop yourself from speaking out.

Seokjin looks over to you with a brow raised. "I've been called worse."

You glare at him. "Before all of this you were talking to Hoseok. Both you and Namjoon. Why couldn't you just mind your business?"

He tongues his cheek before huffing a mocking laugh. "And let you get away with making my brother look like a fool? Yeah no." He uncrosses his feet and comes over to sit on the chair next to you. "You know I didn't believe in Namjoon at first when he told me."

Your heart rate spikes. "What did he tell you?"

"That you fell for him because he was nice to you."

You scoff. Of course he would say that. Anything to cover the real truth about the relationship between you two.

"He also told me how you confided in him that you wanted to escape. I had a hard time believing any of this because this is Namjoon we're talking about. He's a liar."

"No shit," you grumble.

"But the more he expressed worry for Hoseok the more I had to believe him. Especially when you started to "change."" He air quotes. "I could have believed that you were actually falling for my brother. Times change. People change. But when Namjoon told me you were lying and that you more than likely were planning your escape I started to dig further into this mess you caused." He stares you down. "You forget my eyes are everywhere."

To this you laugh.

His eyes are everywhere yet he could never paint the big picture of you and Namjoon. It's actually hilarious to you.

"What's so funny?"

You give one more chuckle. "Just that you don't know jackshit about anything. Despite your "eyes.""

You can tell he wants to question you on what you mean but there's a knock to the door and in enters a doctor.

"Y/N," he asks and you nod. "I'm Dr. Sanchez. I heard about what happened. How are you feeling?"

You give him a deadpan look. "Like I just got hit by a car."

The doctor laughs. "Yeah I deserved that answer." But he doesn't seem like he's embarrassed or upset with you over the comment.

He comes closer to you and has you angle your head to the side so he can check your neck.

"No doubt from the seat belt," he mumbles to himself. "Any other cuts or bruises?

You shake your head. "Not that I know of. I haven't gotten the chance to check."

His hand hovers over your stomach. "May I check?"

You look over at Seokjin and he rolls his eyes before looking off towards the side.

Nodding to the doctor the man takes the chance to look over your chest. Sure enough there's a large bruise forming across it.

"Seat belts save lives but they can leave behind one hell of a mark." Dr. Sanchez says. "How is your breathing? Is it difficult for you?"

"A little. Yeah," you say as he brings your shirt back down.

He stands to his full height and nods. "I'm going to have you set up for an X-ray for your chest. We just want to make sure you don't have any fractured ribs." He nods. "Any other places you're feeling pain?"

Your fingers run over your knees. "Just my knees."

"Can I check them as well?"

You nod before looking over at Seokjin. His sights are still directed away from you. So with the help of the doctor you lower your pants so he can look you over.

There are bruises on both knees that has you a little confused. You express that to the doctor as he helps pull up your pants again.

"You more than likely hit them on the underside of the dashboard. It happens sometimes. We can get X-rays for that too."

You nod with a small "Okay."

"I'll put the order in for you. Someone from the X-ray department will come for you and then we can go on from there, okay?"

You nod again.

The doctor is about to leave until a call of his name stops him.

Seokjin stands. "Can I have a word with you?"

Your eyes turn to slits as you glare at the vampire. "Seokjin," you warn but he ignores you.

The two men proceed to leave you alone in the room as they step outside to talk.

You're still glaring despite Seokjin being gone but it's because you don't trust him.

Why would he need to talk to the doctor in private? If it was about your injuries they could have easily discussed this in front of you. You don't know but you're feeling very uncomfortable right now.

You could sit here and wait but you don't trust Seokjin so you do your best to stand up despite the pain you're feeling. You walk over to the door and press your ear against it but all you hear is the commotion as people are back and forth. You're wondering if Seokjin and the doctor are even nearby and you chance peeking outside. You don't see them at first but when you do Seokjin notices you. They're standing by a nurse station talking but Seokjin's attention is all on you. You grit your teeth in annoyance as you stare back at him. You would make a run for it now but your legs feel too weak with the pain. If you want out of here you'll have to come up with another plan.

Dr. Sanchez and Seokjin end their conversation and you watch as the latter makes his way back to you. You can't tell what emotion he's feeling but you suspect it's nothing good.

"What were you two talking about," you ask once he's in front of you.

"Get inside."

He pushes you back with a hand to your shoulder. It's a firm shove and you find yourself falling deeper into the room until you're seated back on the wheelchair.

"What were you talking about?" You try again.

He takes a seat next to you and sighs. "Nothing important."

"Right," you say sarcastically. "Whatever you say."

You know he's not going to tell you so you're not even going to try and push for an answer.

The two of you are quiet as you wait for someone from the X-ray department to come get you. When they finally do it's a young woman who smiles at you.

"Y/N," she asks.

You nod your head.

"I'm here to take you to get your X-ray done." She briefly looks at Seokjin who smiles at her. "Are you ready?"

You nod again with a "Yeah" before she wheels you out.

She takes you to another side of the hospital that isn't as cluttered with people. It's chillier here too but you don't complain. When you reach the room she helps you stand up and directs you over to an operable machine.

"Do you have an piercings or metal plates we should know about?"

You shake your head. "No."

"Okay. Just want to make sure. Don't want to be surprised by anything that we might see is all." She laughs.

You hum.

She has you stand against a wall with the operable machine hanging before it. She directs you on what to do before she heads over into another room with a big window to view you from. Someone is sitting on a chair staring at a monitor and it's with one quick breath do they take your X-ray.

The young woman directs you on how to stand next and then again until she has what she needs.

"Okay that's that. I'm going to need you to lie on the slab here so we can take a look at your knees."

She leads you to the large cold slab in the middle of the room. It's a chore to get you up there without hurting your injuries but there's only so much you can do.

Leaving to enter the other room they take your X-ray again until you're finally done.

Coming out of the room the young woman smiles at you and helps to try and get you off the slab but you hesitate.

"Everything okay," she asks. She can tell something is wrong with you.

"Please don't take me back," you say.

Her brows furrow in confusion. "Why? What's wrong?"

"That man in the room with me. He can't be trusted. He's going to take me back to his brother who kidnapped me. I was on my way to escape when the car accident happened. Please you have to believe me." You don't realize it but your hand is holding hers tightly.

She looks like she's trying to compute everything you just told her. A myriad of emotions flashing across her face.

"Wait," she says. "Are you being serious?"

"I am. Please if you take me back to that room I'm never seeing the light of day ever again."

Her lips slowly part in surprise before she nods. "Oh. Okay I um... We need the police, right?" She doesn't seem to be asking you this but herself. "I'll take you out of here but not because I'm taking you to him but we can't hold up the line for X-ray." Her voice shakes a little. "I'll take you out to the cubicle stations we have out here for waiting patients. You'll be covered for the most part and I'll get officers to come and speak to you."

You sigh in relief. "Thank you."

She helps you to the wheelchair and wheels you out to exactly where she said. It's a line of cubicles with a recliner in each that she helps you settle in on.

"Do you need a blanket," she asks.

Even though you're cold you just want to get out of here so you say no. She nods before moving the wheelchair to the outside of the cubicle.

"I'll be right back," is what she tells you but she doesn't come back.

You figure it's because she's busy and you don't fault her for it. At least you're going to receive some help. You'll just have to wait for it.

Time passes by and you wish you had your phone. It hits you then that you didn't have it. It must be somewhere in that wreck of a car.

You still can't believe what happened. It all seems like something from a movie because the likelihood of it being Hoseok to crash into you? It just blows your mind.

Thinking about him has you worried. Him and Yoongi really got into. Your worry is more about Yoongi though. You wonder if he's okay. If he knows what hospital you're at. If him and Hoseok are fighting again. What's become of him? How will his other brothers treat him when he goes home? There's so much going through your mind. You just hope he's okay.

The longer you stay out here the colder you get and the more impatient you grow. You're about to say fuck it and just find help yourself or walk out but you hear someone call out your name. It's Dr. Sanchez and he has two officers with him.

"Doctor," you say surprised.

He smiles at you and directs his attention to the officers. "She's the one."

Your brows furrow in confusion. "Are you... going to help," you ask. You don't know who you're directing your question to but the doctor continues to smile.

"We're all here to help, Y/N." He digs into his lab coat pocket and takes out a capped needle.

Your expression drops into one of fear. "What do you need that for?"

An officer walks over to grab you by the arm but you quickly climb up the recliner. He reaches for you again and this time has a good grip on you.

"Get the fuck off me!" He drags you down and onto the floor where your knees bang against it. You howl in pain as the other officer grabs your other arm. "Get off! Help! I need help!"

"It'll be okay, Y/N. Just stay still for me." The doctor says as he takes off the cap on the needle.

"No!" You kick out and hit his leg.

He barely reacts to it. Merely gives a small wince. "Come on now. Let's calm down," he says.

You're about to kick him again but one of the officers leans down to grab your leg. He curls you up before quickly wrapping himself around your back and holds you in a bear hug. The pressure he applies on your chest hurts so much that you cry out.

The other officer holds your arm out but you flex the muscle as you try to fight him off.

"Here we go." Dr. Sanchez says.

Against your will he puts the needle into your arm and you scream. Slowly he pushes down on the plunger and into you seeps whatever concoction he's made. You're full on crying now but no one comes to help.

Once it's all in the needle is taken out and with it the officers let you go.

You try and fight to stand up but you feel woozy. You're unstable on your feet and you find yourself falling to the ground each time you try standing up. One last try has you crumbling completely to the ground and before you blackout you see Seokjin who was waiting around the corner.

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The first thing you notice is that your head hurts and that you're drooling. You cringe at both feelings. Your head rubs against something soft and you realize that you're no longer cold. Something warm is covering you. A blanket maybe? Has to be.

You grunt as you start to feel more and more of your body coming to life. Your chest hurts so bad and you find that stretching hurts too much even though your body wants to do just that.

You whimper in pain but there's a weird fog in your head. Like you've been asleep for too long. What time was it anyway?

Your eyes slowly open and you begin to realize bit by bit that this setting is familiar. From the smell to the sheets.

You suddenly sit up despite the pain and look around you to see that you're back in Hoseok's room and sitting at the edge of the bed is Hoseok himself.

You gasp before crying and push yourself up against the headboard.

Hoseok stares at you without an expression to give. If it weren't because he blinked you wouldn't even think he were real because of how still he is.

"Hoseok," you cry. "No, please no."

He takes in a deep breath before releasing it and blinks slowly. "It's 11:35 at night. You haven't eaten anything."

Your brows draw together in confusion. Could it really be that late?

You flinch when he stands up but he doesn't react to it. Instead he walks over to your side of the bed and sits down next to you. You note his attention is on a tray on your nightstand. On the tray is a bowl of what looks like to be oatmeal. He grabs the spoon on the side and slowly begins to swirl the food about. When he's done he rests the spoon on the edge of the bowl and looks at you.

"You need to eat," he says.

Your bottom lip trembles in both fear and the need to want to cry more.

"Y/N," he tries again but you shoot him down.

"Fuck you."

There's a slight twitch to his brow. "Don't make this harder than it needs to be."

You sniffle. "Let me go."

"No." The answer is immediate.

"Let me go," you say again. "Where's Yoongi?"

Hoseok frowns. "You don't have to worry about him."

"He's my friend! I need to kno-"

"He's a traitor!"

You flinch back.

Hoseok is standing and nearly looms over you. He sees the way you cower though and it makes him lean back a bit but he sticks by you.

"Yoongi he's," he pauses. "He's at the party. I already forgave him."

You slowly shake your head. "You're lying."

He smiles but it looks more like a sneer. "No. Unlike him I'm not a liar... He's fine. He's at Jimin's party. It's all water under the bridge now."

Could you believe him? You're not sure but you hope he's right. For Yoongi's sake.

You look around you and that feeling of wooziness slowly begins to dissipate. You're starting to feel that this is more a reality than a dream.

"Why," he questions you. "Why did you leave?"

You look at him in disgust. "You know why."

"No actually I don't. You have everything here. You have me yet you left. I thought," he pauses to swallow deeply. "I thought you loved me."

He looks hurt but you don't care. You're not going to lie anymore.

"That was all fake."

He flinches at your words. "You don't mean that." His words come out in a whisper.

Your back straightens as you bristle. "I mean it."

He works his jaw in irritation. "Namjoon warned me-"

"So what about Namjoon?!" You grip the sheets between your clenched fist. "You want to believe everything he says?"

"No I don't want to but he-"

"I don't care! He's a lying sack of shit that isn't even worth my time."

"He's my brother." Hoseok grits out.

You begin to laugh hysterically. "What a fucking brother!"

"What does that mean?"

Your eyes begin to water as you ground out your words. "He's a liar. He's a fake."

"Stop talking about him like that. You don't know Namjoon like I do."

"Oh but I do," you laugh. "Why don't you ask him why I hate him so much, hm? Why I stopped wanting to hang out with him?"

It takes Hoseok a moment before he speaks. "Why Y/N?"

Your hands come up to your face as you cry but you're borderline laughing. You're growing manic.

"Besides telling you how I wanted to escape did he tell you anything more?"

Hoseok slowly shakes his head no.

You're cry laughing as you shake your head too mocking him. "Did he tell you how he made me fall in love with him, hm?"

He realizes what you said to him and it makes him frown. "You're lying."

"I'm lying? I'm lying?!" You're nearly screaming. "Am I lying when I tell you he was fingers deep in me at almost every single one of our encounters? Am I?!"

Hoseok's expression drops into one of surprise and hurt. "What?"

You continue to laugh as tears stream down your face. "And I loved every. Fucking. Minute of it."

Trembling Hoseok walks back from you. His chest begins to rise and fall in what you assume to be an oncoming anxiety attack. It's at this do you realize what it is you said to him. No longer are you smiling. Especially when he runs at you.

You scream as you cover your face but he doesn't hit you. Instead his fist met the wall just above the headboard. When you chance a look at him you see the anger clearly evident on his face but he's also crying.

It's your turn to tremble but it's out of fear. You've never seen him like this before and you're absolutely terrified.

Hoseok draws back slowly as he breathes in and out deeply as he tries to regain his bearings. He hiccups as more tears pour out and he finds himself laughing just as you were before.

"And that's why," he says. "You're never. Ever! Leaving this room again."

"Hoseok," you say. "Hoseok! You're not leaving me in here!" You hurriedly get out of bed to run after him as he goes towards the door but you trip and fall down. "What," you say breathlessly. Looking down at your foot you see that you're shackled to the bed. "Hoseok?!"

Looking back up at him you see him standing by the door. He looks proud of his work especially when he displays the key for what you assume to be your shackle on a chain. He pulled it out of his pocket and hooks it around his neck.

"Now," he says with a sardonic smile. "Rest here and eat your food. I'll go and deal with Namjoon." Walking out he slams the door behind him and leaves you alone in your prison.

You start to scream and bang your fists against the floor. "Hoseok! HOSEOK!" No matter how hard you cry he doesn't come back.

You spend the rest of the night curled up on the floor crying. Your body aches. Your soul aches. It hurts to breathe.

At some point you get up off of the floor and give the shackle an experimental tug. Wrapped around you is cold, hard, metal. How didn't you notice it before?

Your hands check around your foot and you tug and tug on it. You see that the end of it is wrapped around one of the posters of the footboard. You won't be able to get out of this without that stupid key.

You sit on the bed and look at the bowl of oatmeal. Your stomach growls at the sight of it. You hate how it does but you can't help the need to want to eat it. It must be cold by now but you'll attempt to put some of it in your stomach.

Despite being cold it tastes good. It's just the one good thing to happen to you tonight.

When you're halfway through it you start to feel tired. You guess it's the stress from today. It could be the only reason why but your body begins to weigh you down.

No, you think. This is something else.

You flop back onto the bed with your legs hanging off the side. Did Hoseok drug you? Did he put something in the oatmeal?

At the realization of this you whimper and curl in on yourself.

You just want to cry but you don't have the strength to. You just whimper pathetically until you can no longer keep your eyes open and you fall into another deep sleep.

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When you come to your eyes lazily shift around you. You can't find the energy to move so you close your eyes again. You just feel so groggy yet you have the chills.

You feel a hand card through your hair in a comforting way and you already know who it belongs to.

"Hoseok," you say weakly.

"I'm here, baby. I'm here."

He sits up behind you and helps you roll over until you're on your back. It's there do you open your eyes again and he gets to see how out of it you still are.

Your teeth chatter and you wonder why. Whatever the reason might be you just want it to stop.

He hums. "How are you feeling?"

You huff. "Like shit." Your body trembles despite being beneath the covers. "Why am I sh-shaking so much? What did you put in the oatmeal?"

Hoseok runs his hand across your cheek. "It's not what I put in there. You're just going through withdrawal."

You realize after everything that happened yesterday you were left alone without a hit. It makes sense.

You sigh and try to burrow your way further beneath the covers. "Well," you say. "Aren't you going to do something about it?"

His hand stops before he brings it over to rest onto his lap. With his eyes half-lidded resembling a minor glare. "Do you actually think you deserve it?"

You're as frozen as possible despite the shaking as you stare at him.

"Hoseok." What can you say? What can you do? You did try running away but you're back, albeit, against your will. "But I'm back."

He huffs a laugh. "It doesn't change the fact that you betrayed me. In more ways than one."

Your expression is blank because you don't know what to do and he sees this.

"Do I have to paint a picture for you to understand? You ran away after you told me you wouldn't. You lied about loving me and you admitted to me that you fucked my brother."

"I d-didnt fuck him." You lick your lips nervously. "We just did... other things with each other."

"It doesn't change the fact that you did things with him and it won't change the fact that I broke his nose over it."

Your eyes widen in surprise. "Y-You did that?"

He sits up straighter but he's still glaring at you. "Of course I did. Did you actually think that by telling me this I wouldn't do anything? He had you in ways he shouldn't have. So I broke his nose." He pauses and here he looks conflicted. "I honestly wanted to kill him but my brothers held me back so I did the next best thing which was to hurt him. Break something."

To be honest you wish you could have seen that. It serves Namjoon right for hurting you but you also know you had to give up private information about you two that you should have kept quiet about. You were just in hysterics. That would happen to anyone you think. You were so close to escaping then the accident happened. You could have gotten help at the hospital but the doctor betrayed you. Waking up here next to Hoseok just broke you and so now you're here facing withdrawal with a banged up body and still feeling groggy from whatever shit Hoseok put in the oatmeal last night. Anyone would lose their mind over that.

You release a long shaky breath.

Hoseok takes note of it and his expression softens into one of pity. "You're lucky I love you."

Your eyes shift to the side to look at anywhere but him.

No you're not lucky. You're suffering because of him. It's moments like this where you wish you could turn back time and stop yourself from interacting with Hoseok. You moarn your old life.

Hoseok shifts over to grab something off his nightstand. "Y/N."

He demands your attention and when you look at him you do so nervously. He's holding your phone as he gives you an unreadable look.

"Who's Dawn?"

You look off towards the side again.

No you don't want to answer him.

"Y/N," he says in a warning tone.

"It's n-nobody."

"Don't play games with me."

Still, you say nothing.

He sighs deeply before unlocking your phone and swiping it through it.

"Y/N are you on your way," he reads.

You sit up quickly despite the pain and try to snatches the phone from him. He leans back and places a firm hand against your shoulder as he continues to read.

"Is everything okay? My driver said you're still not there. Please tell me you're okay. Y/N?" He drops the phone onto the bed where it lands with a thud before looking at you. "She's the same person who sent you the address. Again, who is Dawn?"

You look down at your lap and you can feel the way the shackle rubs your ankle uncomfortably when you move your legs to try and curl them up.

The shackle is a stark reminder of how trapped you really are now. It's terrifying.

Hoseok sighs before clearing his throat. He doesn't like your silence so he tries to bargain with you.

"If you tell me who Dawn is I'll give you my saliva. I'll even heal the wound on your neck."

Your attention switches over to him in an instant.

You hate how your mind races with the idea of getting high again. To feel him in a way you're used to and all for a name he desires to hear.

You were on your way to Minjeong so she could help you go to rehab. You were supposed to get better. For a moment there you wanted to get better but you don't have that option now. All you have is imprisonment and the chance to get what you want again. Fuck. Life is hard.

You don't want to sell her out but you need to survive and so you apologize to Minjeong in your head and hope that in some way she feels how sorry you are.

"Minjeong," you whisper. "It's Minjeong."

Hoseok's hand slowly slides down your arm until it lands limply on your lap. "Of course it is." There's a mirthless chuckle.

He picks up the phone again and swipes and presses the screen. You wonder what he's doing until he tosses the phone onto his nightstand.

"W-What did you do," you ask

Hoseok raises a brow before getting on his knees. "I told her to leave you alone. Deleted the contact and blocked the number. You won't be allowed your phone for a while but for now I don't want to hear from her. Ever again."

Your eyes water as your bottom lip trembles.

"Don't do that face. You don't deserve to have your phone period but I'm too nice when it comes to you." His hands cup your cheeks as his thumb rubs over your bottom lip. "Open up."

Slowly you do. Once your lips part he procures a bit of his saliva to spit into your mouth. You note he's preferring not to kiss you. He must be really upset.

The spit hits the back or your throat and you swallow and much to your hesitant delight you feel the high once more.

You whine as you're slowly lowered back down onto the bed. Hoseok doesn't say anything but you feel the way he touches you gently. He may be upset but he's treating you nicely.

He noses his way down your neck until he reaches the burn mark on your neck and swipes his tongue over it. He does it a few times until you think it's completely healed but you hear him say how the seat belt has scarred you. Apparently the burn ran deeper than you thought.

You're far gone with the high and there's a small part that resents you for it. You're so out of it that it takes you a second to realize that Hoseok is undoing your shackle. You slowly lift your head up to look at him as he leaves the key in the lock before rubbing your flesh gently.

It's hard to get a read on him as is but even more so with your head buzzing in ecstasy.

He lets go of your leg in favor of scooping you up bridal style and carrying you off towards the bathroom.

"Wha?" You try to ask him what's going on but you can barely make the first word out.

"I'm going to clean you up," he says.

You don't question him further.

When he sits you up on the counter the high slowly starts to leave you. It's not like he gave you much to begin with.

Coming into the bathroom once again Hoseok lies out your clothes on the space next to you. You see that they're pajamas because of course. He doesn't plan on letting you leave his room.

At first you don't accept when he hands you your toothbrush. You just stare at it then at him without an expression to give. He mirros you with his own expressionless look until he raises his brow.

"Either you do it or I do it for you."

With a sigh you grab the toothbrush and get to work.

Afterwards he helps you undress to get into the shower. He hesitates when he sees the big bruise across your chest. His fingers drag across it softly but you brush his hand aside.

"Just help me shower," you mumble.

You don't want him to help you but you know you don't have a choice so you allow him to.

Allow him. It's such a funny way of saying it because again, you don't have a choice. You could fight him if you wanted you guess but you're in too much pain for all of that.

He's gentle with you, minding all of your injuries, but he's thorough. He doesn't stop to kiss you or anything like he normally would. He's just so focused on getting you two clean.

When you're done and dressed he carries you back into his room. You tell him you can walk but he ignores you.

In the room you see there are two trays laid out on your respective nightstands. The maids must have brought your breakfast in.

Hoseok sits you down on the bed and is quick to wrap the shackle around your ankle again. Twisted and locked - he grabs the chain the key hangs off from and brings it around his neck.

"There," he says before jutting his chin towards your tray. "Eat your food."

You look over to your nightstand and see there's another bowl of oatmeal. You frown at the sight of it.

"I'm not eating that."

Hoseok raises his brow at the challenge in your voice. "Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not."

"Y/N don't make things difficu-"

"You drugged me last night. How do you expect me to eat that knowing that you probably drugged it again?"

His jaw flexes as he grits his teeth. "Either you eat it or I force you to. The decision is yours."

Your brows furrow as your eyes widen a bit. "You can't force me to eat."

Hoseok huffs a laugh and walks over to your tray. He grabs something from the opposite side of the bowl that you can't see but when he shows it to you you freeze. It's a capped needle.

"You eat the food and go to sleep or I give you the shot. You choose."

Your eyes begin to slowly water in despair. "This isn't fair."

"You made it unfair when you chose to leave this house."

You grit your teeth as your face begins to crumple. "Why are you doing this to me," you cry. "All I wanted to do was my job. You came into my life and ruined everything."

He doesn't say anything as he watches you fall apart before him.

Your hands come up to cover your eyes as you whimper. "Why? Please just leave me alone."

Your cries seem to mean nothing to him though because he goes back to his demands.

"Eat the bowl of oatmeal and I won't have to give you the shot. Trust me when I say you won't wake up feeling as shitty as you did when you got the shot last time."

As if that makes you want to do it even more, but he's not leaving you with a choice.

You wipe your eyes and reach out for the bowl. He helps you bring the tray over onto the bed where you make the hesitant move to eat the oatmeal. One slow spoonful into the mouth but you can't help the way you cry as you eat it.

Hoseok watches you for a minute before he departs. He heads towards the bathroom where he retrieves a wad of toilet paper. He hands it to you when you eat another spoonful so you can clean your eyes and blow your nose all the while he still has the needle in hand. It's a threat to you and so you go back to eating the oatmeal when you're done cleaning up.

He says nothing as he leaves again to toss out the paper. When he comes back he sits on your side of the bed and waits for you to finish.

You feel so trapped and disgusted right now. Despite the fact that the food is good you eat it tastelessly. It's hard to enjoy yourself when the reality of the things hits you like a truck.

After a few more spoonfuls you place the bowl down.

"Eat more," he says softly.

You shake your head. "Can't." And you're not lying. You're starting to feel sick.

"Fine but if you're not asleep soon you know what's waiting for you."

You hate how he can easily threaten you like this. This isn't love. No matter what he thinks or says.

You glare at him but he doesn't react. Instead he just places your tray onto your nightstand before coming around to eat his food. He also takes the chance to put the needle away in his nightstand drawer.

You're staring down at your lap while he eats. You're not really here right now mentally speaking. It's sad really but this is your new reality. One where you're being isolated completely. At least you had Yoongi before. Hell even Namjoon for a while there but now you have no one. It's just you, Hoseok and this room.

Absent-mindedly your fingers come up to play with the necklace Hoseok had given you. It dances around between your fingers as you wait for the drugs to kick in. You don't think much of it until you start thinking about your conversation with Seokjin at the hospital.

He said it was fate that brought Hoseok to you. For a pessimistic second there you did too but you know that's not what happened. Hoseok found you somehow and you try to think how.

You're so lost in thought that it startles you when you feel his hand on your own.

"Stop," he says softly. "You're going to break it."

He means the necklace as you have it in a death grip.

You release it from your grasp with a sigh and watch as he picks the trays up and takes them out of his room one by one.

Your mind brings you back to your conversation with Seokjin and you can't help yourself in asking Hoseok the question.

"How did you find me?"

He pauses after closing the bedroom door. He stands by it without a word before he walks over to sit by you.

"You know I have my ways," he says.

Your brows furrow in annoyance. "You know Seokjin said it was fate. I call bullshit."

He huffs a laugh. "Maybe it was in some way." Slowly he grows serious as he goes to pick up your lock pendant. "Everything happens for a reason."

You frown at his words not understanding what he means until it slowly dawns upon you.

You go to snatch your necklace but his hand grips your wrist tightly. You wince but you don't let go of the pendant.

"This was a tracker all along," you ask breathlessly. The drugs are starting to kick in.

"To be fair I've only used it once and it was when you ran away."

Fresh tears coat your eyes. "You're a horrible person."

Your grip loosens against your will as you grow more and more tired.

With his help you're slowly lowered onto your back.

"I do what I have to do to protect what we have. I'm not sorry for anything that I've done. I have to ensure that you'll always be with me. No matter what."

His final words blanket you as your eyes slowly draw to a close.

This is it you realize. You're never getting out of here alive.

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In and out. Day in and day out. Your life is a blur with you not understanding if you're coming or going. The only reason why you know what time it is is because Hoseok tells you, but the days? You wouldn't be able to say for the life of you.

Every single day turns into a strick routine. One where he must ensure that you're locked away.

You don't bother asking about Yoongi anymore because you know he won't tell you. Hoseok claims him and his older brother are on better terms and that's that. As for Namjoon? He'd prefer you stay quiet rather than speak the other man's name so you do. You stay quiet.

Pretending to be a "good girl" as he says you are you're allowed your phone back, but your call history and all contacts are deleted. Except for Hoseok's of course. He says you don't need to talk to anyone else but him so you don't. It's not like you have much of a choice.

You don't care to play any games or whatever. Especially since he's still drugging you. He hasn't had to use the needle on you which you're grateful for and not all of your meals consist of only oatmeal anymore. It's a variety of things now but you still need to eat something smooth or drink something very specific that you have to finish in its entirety. With that in mind you already know it's because it's filled with the knock out drug.

You still get his saliva. That's a given. You actually thought he wouldn't as punishment but you guess keeping you chained to the bed and drugged up was enough for him.

Right now you watch as he's back and forth getting things ready for himself. It's Samhain, as he said, and him and his brothers are going to a meet up of many if not all vampires around the world. It's a time of festivities and a chance to talk with the Alliance about what's been going on.

You asked if you could go but he shot that down immediately.

"The Baeks will be there more than likely."

You know he means Hyun-Woo specifically. Your heart doesn't ache for him anymore but in some ways you still miss him. You don't know how he feels about you now but based off of Hoseok's reaction he doesn't want the risk of something kindling between you two after seeing each other after so long.

The two of you are already bathed and dressed. You in your pajamas and him in a green shirt with puffed sleeves and a loose collar. It shows off much of his chest and is adorned with the key he keeps chained around his neck. His black pants hug his legs tightly and if it weren't because of your situation you would admire his body. You always would if it weren't because of everything he's done to you.

Your hate grows strong for him but you keep it to yourself because if you express it he threatens you with the needle. Suffice to say you're not a fan of needles and so you would rather eat the food he gives you so you can sleep.

Speaking of which you've been given the drug and now you're waiting for it to kick in. Your back is pressed against the headboard as you watch Hoseok put things together.

You huff. "What if I have to pee while you're gone?"

He pauses and raises a brow. "Do you need to now?"

"No. I'm saying what if it happens while you're away. Do you expect me to pee on the bed?"

He grabs his knee high boots and takes them to the bed so he can slip them on. "Well you'll be asleep. If you go now you won't have to worry about peeing on yourself. That and I won't be long. I'll be home before you know it."

You roll your eyes in exasperation. "You can't just lock the door and take off the shackle?"

"There are windows," he says as a matter of fact.

Did he think you'd be stupid enough to jump out the window?

That's the thing though. You would be stupid enough to do that.

He stands up from off the bed and turns to you. He slowly makes his way over and caresses your cheek. You're quick to snap your head off to the side and it makes him sigh.

"Do you feel the medicine yet?"

You nod.

You're not lying. You do and so he helps you slowly slide down until your head is rested on your pillow.

"I won't be long, pretty girl. I promise." He kisses the top of your head and watches you until you slowly drift off to sleep.

When you wake up you realize it was prematurely. You still feel tired and oh so groggy.

"Hoseok," you call out but he's nowhere around.

His bedside lamp is on but you don't think it was that that woke you up. It was something else.

The wind from outside is loud and whistles across the night sky. Maybe it was that but then you hear screaming.

Your heart jumps into your throat as you try to sit up but you can't. You're still too weak from the drug.

There's yelling that's accompanied with the screams of fear. You're wondering what's going on and even try to remove the blankets off of you so you can try and stand up but you realize that yet again you can hardly move because of the drug and, of course, because of the shackle.

You whimper as you try and sit up.

You think if you stay quiet no one will know you're in here. You hope Hoseok locked the door. Maybe if it is the yells won't reach you but they eventually do.

The door is swung open and bangs against the wall. It startles you. Even more so when you see a man with a gun directed straight at you.

Your hands come up in fear as the unknown man glares at you but when his eyes roam over your body and he sees the shackle he hesitates.

"What," he asks breathlessly.

You don't know who he is but you know you're afraid.

"Please," you whimper. "Please don't hurt me."

He drops his hand holding the gun to his side. He can see the way you're having a hard time sitting up and slowly approaches you.

"What are those sick leeches doing to you?" His hand comes up to his forehead in worry. "Fuck. Okay. Okay. I'm going to get you out of here. Okay?"

You realize then that he isn't an enemy but someone here to save you.

He approaches the shackle and tugs hard on it. It barely budges but he's still determined to get you out of here. "Do you know where the key is?"

"He took it with him."

The man doesn't need to know who he is exactly. He just knows it's one of the vampires.

He curses under his breath. He looks at his gun and aims it at the chain making you cry out weakly in fear, but before a shot could be fired someone walks in and they are far from someone you would ever expect help from.

You try dragging yourself back against the headboard but you're too weak. Standing before you with a sick smile on her face is Jiyoo herself. You see that she has a silver fang to replace the one she lost when she was last here.

"Well well," she says. "If it isn't my favorite little rabbit."

You begin to cry.

To this she laughs and it makes the man next to you frown in annoyance.

"You said your cousins would be here," he says. "But all that's here are the servants and this girl. Why did you lie?"

Jiyoo gives a mock look of surprise. "Oh did I say they would be here? Huh. I guess I was wrong."

The man grits his teeth and approaches her with his gun raised. "Don't fuck with me, leech. Where are your cousins?"

Baring her teeth Jiyoo glares at the man. "I'd watch who you're aiming that gun to. You know if it weren't for me you little rebels wouldn't have known how to get pass the gates." She smirks. "And don't forget that only I know where your dear wife and son are being held."

This forces the man to hesitate and slowly lower the gun back down. "So now what," he asks. "What do we do?"

Jiyoo smiles sweetly before grabbing the gun. She looks at it for a moment before aiming it at you and shooting. Two shots.

You can barely understand what just happened because of the adrenaline but you felt them hit you in the abdomen. You look down and with a shaky hand you touch where the blood begins to seep through your clothing.

"What the fuck?!" You can hear the man cry out. "She needed help! Why did you shoot her?"

Jiyoo hands him back the gun as she continues to smile. "We came here to do exactly what I wanted." She sneers. "Let her bleed out."

You whimper as more blood begins to pool out of you.

Jiyoo walks out and although hesitant, the man gives you a pitying look before walking out as well.

You gasp as you cry and it hurts. Not just your stomach but your back. Did the bullets go through? You guess so because your shirt sticks to you from behind from the blood.

What do you do? You're going to die if you don't get help. You turn painfully to your side and reach for your phone Hoseok left on your nightstand.

You feel weak and not just because of the drugs.

You cry weakly as you grab the device but it slips from your hand and onto the floor. "Fuck." Tears blind your eyes as you struggle towards the ground where you crumple up, but you realize that if you don't do something you will die.

You landed next to the phone and so you grab it with what little strength you have. You can't unlock it with your finger print because your hand is bloody so you try to type in the password. You get it wrong the first time so you try again but you get it wrong again.

"Please," you cry. "Please, please, please."

On the third try you get it right and click on the contacts.

You could call 911 but you're not sure if they would be able to find you. Hell, you don't even know the address to this place. Maybe they could track the call but you don't want to waste any time so you go to the only one that's left. Hoseok.

You put the phone on speaker and wait until the phone rings. It takes a second before he picks up and he sounds surprised.

"Y/N? You should be asleep."

"Help," you cry out. "Help."

"Baby what's going on? What's wrong?"

You're starting to go in and out. You know he's asking you a question but you're having a hard time staying awake.

You mumble something into the phone and it makes Hoseok panic.

"What? Baby talk to me."

You try again as you whisper "Jiyoo" before passing out but it's enough to make Hoseok move as he yells that he's on his way.

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He's never hated someone as he does right now as he yells for the driver to drive faster.

"Hoseok. He can only go so fast." Seokjin says.

Hoseok glares at the oldest like he dares him to say something more.

Tensions are high as the brothers make their way back to their shared home. They were together when Hoseok got the call and ran after him the moment he bolted. They asked if he was okay but he said you needed help.

"Can you tell us again what she said?" Taehyung asks.

Hoseok huffs in annoyance and it's taking all of him not to scream at the driver again. "She said she needed help but before she went quiet she said Jiyoo." He scratches the back of his head in irritation. What could you have meant by that? Is Jiyoo there with you? How?

Seokjin takes out his phone and begins to dial a number. It takes a minute before it goes to voice-mail. He tries again and waits until a familiar voice picks up the phone.

"Mimi," Seokjin says.

"Lord Seokjin!"

Hoseok and the others can hear the young maid as Seokjin puts her on speaker. She sounds out of breath as she tells someone to grab some extra towels.

"Mimi what's going on over there?"

"Any towels! Just grab any," she yells before talking to Seokjin again. "We called 911. They're on their way."

Seokjin sits up straighter when he hears this. "What do you mean? What's going on?"

She sounds frazzled but she tries her best to explain. "The rebels. They broke into the house. They destroyed a bunch of things."

Hoseok snatches Seokjin's phone to which the oldest growls in annoyance.

"Mimi this is Hoseok. Is Jiyoo there?"

"Thank you," she quietly says before talking to Hoseok. "S-She was. She lead the rebels into the house but she's gone now."

"Do you know how Y/N is?"

There's a slight hesitation on her end but Hoseok says her name in a firm manner.

"The ambulance are on their way. She - She's been shot. She's bleeding out."

A cold feeling takes over Hoseok's body. You've been... shot? What?

Before he can say anything Taehyung yells for the driver to go faster.

"We're already here, my Lord." The driver says and he's right because they turn the corner and reach their block.

Before anyone could stop him Hoseok gives Seokjin back his phone and runs out of the moving car. He can hear his brothers scream his name but he's not worried about them right now.

He trips a little when he steps out but he runs straight for the open gate.

Hoseok has run before. Plenty of times but he thinks this is the fastest he's ever gone.

When he gets inside the house he runs past the help that call to him. He runs past them and the broken vases and pictures that litter the floor now. He barrels through the halls until he reaches his room where he smells all the blood. Your blood.

"Y/N," he cries out. "Y/N no, no, no, no!"

He sees the way Mimi presses towels onto your stomach but he knows it's not enough. Not with the amount of blood you've shed. From the bed to the floor and over everyone's hands. Your lips are turning blue and he can hear the way your heart beat is slowing. It's making him panic.

A minute or so after he hears his brothers run into the room. He can't take his eyes off of you as he just cries but he knows it's Namjoon, Taehyung and Yoongi just by the sounds of their breathing.

The eldest of the four comes around and sees what Hoseok sees. He sees how you've lost too much blood and something needs to be done.

"How long ago did you guys call for her help?"

Mimi shakes her head. "It's been a few minutes. 8-10 minutes at best."

Hoseok closes his eyes as tears pool out of them. He curls up around your head and kisses your forehead and pleads for you to hold on. "Please, please, please," he begs.

He knows if help doesn't come fast enough that you will die. If not in the ambulance then at the hospital. Something has to give. If he doesn't do something now to help you'll...

His eyes snap open and he sits up to look at his brother. "Namjoon! Namjoon you have to help. Only you can change her. Please." He brings his hands together and rubs them. "Please please change her. I'll do anything for you. Just please!"

The other vampire looks taken aback. He's never seen his brother beg before and he sees that it doesn't suit him, but Hoseok is right. Only he can change you.

As punishment he should just let you die. After you sold the two of you out there's been a huge strain in his and Hoseok's relationship. Even more so than Yoongi's and Hoseok's relationship. He managed to forgive the oldest but with him? It's been hard, but now Hoseok is on his knees begging for your life. Begging Namjoon for your life. He hates it but he realizes that he loves Hoseok too much to let you die so he walks over and moves the maids to the side and gets on his knees.

Your blood is everywhere except this one part of your neck. Over your scarred neck he finds a spot and leans in to sink his teeth into you like he's done before, but this time it's for a different reason. With the intent to change you he sinks his teeth into you hard. Even his blunt teeth dig into your flesh and he releases the venom needed to change you. Like a snake it leaks from him and into your system. When he thinks it's enough he pulls back.

Hoseok is quick to take you into his arms once his brother is done. He looks over your still face and prays you'll turn. That they're not too late.

Everyone waits with baited breath and before he knows it your heart stops. The air is still as the vampires listen in to a heart beat that doesn't come back. Hoseok cries as he holds you close.

You couldn't die on him. No you just couldn't. This wasn't how things were supposed to end.

His heart is broken. Shattered completely. The love of his life gone. Just like that.

He draws you in closer to him and rests his forehead against your own.

"Come back," he says. "Please come back."

He distantly hears the noise of the paramedics making their way down the hall. The sound of their walkie talkies going off as their feet carry them over. He hears their hearts beat  - a cacophony of them mixed with his brothers and his own. They're so loud in his ears but something is off. There's a new sound. It's light as it slowly begins to pace just the slightest bit faster.

"Hoseok." Taehyung says. He hears it too.

Hoseok pulls back to look at you and he watches the way your eyes stir beneath your lids.

"Her wounds are healing."

Yoongi's words click in Hoseok's head and he checks your neck to see Namjoon's bite is changing into unmarred flesh. He takes the chance to lift up your shirt and sees your bullet wounds are healing as well. He gives off a sound that's a mixture of a cry and a sigh of relief.

"What's going on here?"

He hears a paramedic say but he's more enthralled with the way your eyes open and the deep breath you take.

You're awake. You're alive.

When you look around you you do so in mild fear. Your last memories being Jiyoo and her shooting you. If that's the case how are you alive and oh so hungry?

Your ears are ringing as you see Namjoon talking to the paramedics. When the cops come in with Seokjin in tow. When you look at the maids near you who are crying in what seems to be relief. When you look up towards Hoseok who's crying yet smiles.

"Wha?" You can barely make the word out.

"It's okay." Hoseok says. "Just here. You must be hungry."

He pulls his shirt to the side and you stare at his flesh. There's an ache in your gums that you know you can alleviate by biting down onto something and you do when Hoseok leans further down over you.

Your teeth meet his neck and you bite him and take what you can. Your eyes close as you drink and breathe heavily through your nose.

It doesn't click in your head what it is you're doing until clarity begins to dawn over you. Your eyes open and you retract your teeth before pushing Hoseok away.

"What," you ask. "What's going on?"

Your eyes are glossy as you look at every face staring back at you. Their hearts beating so loud in your ears. You can hear every breath these people take and it's startling you.

"It's okay." Hoseok says. "You're okay."

You shake your head. "Jiyoo-"

"Is being taken care of."

You all look towards Seokjin.

"Apparently some of the rebels stayed behind to confess their crime. Don't know why but they did. But they outed Jiyoo's possible location. So that's being handled."

Hoseok looks back at you and smiles. His eyes are red as is the tip of his nose. He's been crying you note.

You smell blood. All over you. From your wounds, but when you lift your shirt you see nothing.

"I'm confused," you say. Your hands are all over your torso looking for the wounds that are clearly no longer there.

"It's okay." Hoseok grabs your hands. "You're okay."

You shake your head.

No you should be dead. With all of the blood you see here you shouldn't be alive. How did...

You look at Hoseok's neck that's been marred by your teeth. The sounds around you sound like they're being multiplied by one another and your heart. Your nervous but it beats slow.

When the realization that something has been done to you hits you you look at Hoseok with big round eyes.

"What did you do?"

He smiles. "You've been saved.

And now you'll be mine forever."

[denaliwrites]

I'm Starvin', Darlin', Let Me Put My Lips to Somethin'

Peter Vincent x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Peter argue over what costumes you should wear.

Part 2: I'm So Hot I'd Fuck Myself

Soundtrack: Eat Your Young by Hozier

Requests: Open!

Warnings: Peter Vincent's Love Language Is Insulting The People He Cares About.

"How ironic do you think it'd be for me to go as a sexy vampire queen?" you ask, turning and holding the costume up to your chest so that Peter can get an idea of what it would look like on you.

"I think," he says, wrapping an arm around your waist, "that you'll be sexy no matter what, so you can go ahead and cut that out of the title."

You blush, putting the costume back on the rack hurriedly.

"We need something that really accentuates your tits," he comments suddenly, looking down at your chest. "Don't get me wrong, they're gorgeous enough already, but you need something that really makes them... pop."

"I think they'll do that anyway, Peter," you sigh, holding up the pushup bra you'd already selected, for just that purpose.

"Well, yeah," he agrees, "but they could always pop more."

You roll your eyes, returning your attention to the rack to look through the other costumes they had. "I could be a nurse."

"God, no," he groans. "You're too beautiful to go in something so... basic."

"Fine, fine... how about this?" you ask, holding up another costume. "I could be a satanic cheerleader."

"I love you, and love means never letting your girlfriend go as a cheerleader for Halloween."

Snorting, you return the costume to its place and pick up another one. "Playboy bunny?"

"No."

You sigh, grabbing another costume. "Devil?"

"Ooh, maybe."

"Really?" you ask, about ready to grab it and run to the register.

"No."

"Goddamnit, Peter."

You go through a nun costume, a pirate costume, and a costume that looks suspiciously like the Little Mermaid, before desperately holding up one last costume. "If this is a no, we're going to another store."

"You want to be a sexy Pennywise?"

"What?" You look at the costume, then groan in exasperation. "I mean, no, but if you say yes I'll wear it."

"I..."

"Oh, you can't be serious. This one is a yes? Seriously?"

He looks so genuinely into it for a moment, before he breaks out into a smug grin. "Of course not, put it back."

You want to kill him. You actually might. You have a bra on hand. You have two, actually, if you include the one you haven't bought yet. You could choke a man to death with two bras, yeah?

"What about this one?" he asks, holding a costume up.

"You... I'm sorry. You want me to dress up as you?"

"Well, a sexy lady version."

You sigh, dropping your face into your hands. "The internet is gonna go wild."

He smirked. "Oh, don't I know it. Can't wait to fuck you in it."

[mizutenshii]

DAISIES.

— pairing ; kaneki ken x human!gn!reader

— summary ; he looks so cute with a flower crown atop his head, how can he be a monster?

— cw ; fluff fluff, pre-relationship, comfort

the breeze that traversed the streets of the city was getting kinder with every day that went by, now that spring had fallen over the country. spending your time outside was starting to become more pleasant and more and more people decided to do so. as a result, the park you decided to visit was quite lively. 

you enjoyed it, but kaneki didn't seem too pleased by the presence of that many people. you could understand why, and you appreciated the fact that he still agreed on going to the park with you.

to compromise a little, you took a spot in the sun a little distance away from the other occupants. you hoped that the scent of humans wasn't too intense this way, and on top of that you could talk more freely – let's be honest, the topics you talked about weren't for everyone to hear; they required a fair level of secrecy in order to protect the ghoul. 

so there you sat, amidst the daisies that grew scattered in the spring green grass. the male paid them no mind, keeping his gaze on the people in the distance. you wondered, what was he thinking?

actually, you didn't want to know. 

when a ghoul laid their eyes upon their natural prey, the images and urges inside their minds surely were not pretty. 

you made a face and plucked one of the tiny daisies that sprouted at her feet. yeah, it definitely took some time to get used to hanging out with a ghoul. you really had to keep yourself from thinking too much into things because it sometimes brought along very disturbing realizations and images. you shivered.

"at some point in my life i really enjoyed spending my leisure time in parks like this," kaneki suddenly spoke, tearing his eyes off the other people and turning to look at you instead. "now it just feels weird, like i don't belong here anymore." 

there was a sadness in his eyes that also laced his voice, and you could read the longing he felt. a painful longing back to his human life – one that he would never get back. the young ghoul was always hurting on the inside, but in moments like these it surfaced, presenting itself to those who cared. 

"why wouldn't you belong here?" you asked, picking another daisy, and another one. "i mean, there's a sign that asks you not to feed the birds but i don't see a humans only sign."

it was an attempt to add a mild and light-hearted joke to the heavy atmosphere that came along with the ghoul's remark, maybe even a small gesture to lift his spirit. 

the boy with hair as pale as the moon snorted, but it was only a brief moment of amusement before his expression fell glum again. 

"would a zookeeper let a lion between their zebras?" he questioned, sighing bitterly. "they don't, and it's for a reason."

"lions and zebras live together in the wild," you shrugged. "look, i really don't see a problem with you being here. you're just enjoying your time in the sun and you have all the right to do so, if you'd ask me." 

you picked another tiny white flower, connecting the stems absentmindedly as you talked to the boy next to you.

"i know," kaneki sighed, finally noticing the daisies around him and lightly touching them with his fingertips. he watched them bounce back gently when he lifted his hand again, and that was as far as his attention for the flowers went. "it just doesn't feel right anymore," he added. 

"do you want to leave?" you offered, about to drop the connected flowers in order to get up and save the boy from his internal struggles.

but a hand that – surprisingly – landed on yours stopped you from actually doing so, and you froze.

"no no, we can stay," the ghoul rushed. "i guess that for as long as you are here, i'm comfortable enough to stay. at least you kinda make me feel like i'm not completely out of place."

"o-okay," you uttered, your wide-eyed gaze on the cold hand that rested atop your own. you felt your heart skip a beat but that must've been because the sudden coldness on your skin startled you, right?

you sat down comfortably again and kaneki seemed satisfied, also appearing to be more at ease now that he got his discomfort off his chest. after shooting the ghoul one last glance, you decided that he was, indeed, okay, and reverted your attention back to the flowers in your hands.

by now you held a pretty long chain of flowers; connected daisies that together formed a flowery garland. it looked really pretty, and you were almost pleased with the outcome.

the boy with hair as pale as the moon looked up at the blue sky, clearly reminiscing about the past. you decided to let him be for a moment, to let him rearrange his thoughts and feelings. you focused on your task at hand; finishing the string of flowers to a point you deemed long enough. by the time you reached your ghoul, you rested your hand in your lap gently, careful not to damage the crown of flowers.

"i'm having thoughts, y/n," kaneki confessed, his dazed gaze now on a group of people in the distance. "i feel like a monster."

you pursed your lips, knowing very well what kaneki meant by that. but then an idea popped up in your mind, and you brought up your hands. admittedly, you made the flower crown for yourself to wear. however, you came up with a better use as the ghoul's demeanor tensed up.

beaming at him, you gently placed the flower crown atop his white locks. the ghoul simply gazed at you in awe, and you couldn't help but coo at the sight. the delicate tiara of daisies sat on top of his pale fringe daintily, and it looked adorable.

"you're not a monster, kaneki," you told him sincerely. "at least not in my eyes. look at you, you're so cute."

honestly, you had to fight the urge to squish his cheeks. although you got along very well, you still deemed it too early for such levels of affection. so you smiled widely at him instead, not paying the churning of your stomach any mind.

you were betraying humanity.

but you didn't care anymore.

a smile found its way to the ghoul's features, so small but unmistakenly there. the pain in his eyes had vanished and was now replaced with unmasked appreciation. your words held meaning, they didn't come from just someone. kaneki believed you.

he belonged. he was valid. he was no monster.

mizutenshii — 29.O9.2O23 — masterlist

at least in your eyes. and that was what mattered.

[occasionallyprosie]

"A Song On Repeat"

Chapter 1

Legend loved music, goddesses, half his adventures revolved around music and he loved it. Was he surprised that Time turned to him, the veteran who also knew music, and confided in him his musical back-up plan? A little, but he understood taking precautions. He was more surprised when that precaution paid off, but its a good thing Nayru owed him one.

Febuwhump 2024 | Prompt 11: Time Loop

Event Masterlist | Next>>

Read On AO3 Warnings: Major Character Death (temporary, its a time loop guys, do I need to tag that?), graphic violence

Legend liked music. His earliest memory was of a lullaby, sung by his grandmother in the ancient Sheikah language that was also his mother tongue. He was raised on folk songs, marching cadences, and work tunes.

And as soon as he began his adventures, music just became more important.

On his eighth adventure, if he included the dream and counted Holodrum and Labyrnna separately, he found himself humming more often than not. He didn't have much opportunity to dance but he was always humming or quietly singing. Oftentimes Wind joined him, or Twilight, but they were really the only singing inclined ones of the group. At the campfire, when spirits were low, high, or just mediocre, and he wasn't locked in conversation, Legend found himself pulling out one of his instruments--the few he brought with him, his flute, his harp, his ocarina, his violin--and playing something to help the atmosphere.

It was a late night after a particularly bad battle. They only barely scraped by with injuries that they could stand with afterwards, and only thanks to Time suddenly pulling Wild out of the way of a particularly huge axe.

Legend was quietly humming a song of healing he was taught when he was young.

He was on watch, as one of the few with minimal injuries--as usual--and he had been paired with Time, who seemed particularly unsteady.

"Veteran," Time spoke up and Legend looked over, "you mentioned having encountered time travel before."

Legend could recognize that Time was asking about his past experience. He hummed an affirmative, looking up at the stars.

"It was my third adventure," he explained, "I was in Labyrnna, and Impa and I were looking for the Oracle of Ages, Nayru."

Time was listening closely.

"Nayru had this harp, and it focused her magic into time travel. I ended up 400 years into the past, and had to jump between then and now to save Labyrnna, save Nayru, and try to keep Ganon from rising again. It sort of worked, he was only partially revived, he came back as a mindless beast, and I killed him again. Anyways yeah, number three involved a lot of time travel."

"I see..." Time looked thoughtful, he was holding his ocarina and seemed unsure.

Legend didn't prod, he didn't need to know what was bothering Time and it wasn't his place to provide comfort or assurances. He wasn't close to their resident pessimist.

"I would like to teach you a song," Time finally said, "it's a magic song and only works with this ocarina, but... I think I can trust you the most with it."

Legend took out his own ocarina. "If you want me to. What does it do?"

"It can turn back time."

A few pieces fell into place, how Time had practically ran from one side of the battlefield to the other for no obvious reason yet he saved Wild from a possibly lethal wound, how he had been holding that blue ocarina now that Legend thought about it.

He met Time's eyes. "We're all going home after this, right?"

"So long as I breathe, I will make sure of it."

Maybe that's all Legend needed to know, after all this little lesson was little more than a precaution. In case Time couldn't do it himself.

"Alright," Legend raised his ocarina near his lips, "how's it go, old man?"

Someone screamed.

They were ambushed in the middle of the night, Sky and Warriors had been on watch and had caught the ambush with only enough time to alert the group so they could grab their weapons before the monsters were on top of them.

Legend learned who was most accustomed to late night, sudden battles. He was as he took down the charging lynel. Wild was as he charged a trio of lizalfos. And Hyrule was as he dodged a daira's axe and decapitated it in his next move.

Wind was not, and neither was Twilight surprisingly.

Legend heard the scream and it made his blood go cold. Nobody here screamed, he had heard a couple yelps, gasps, even a cry for help, but never a scream.

"SAILOR!"

"TUNE!"

Time and Warriors converged to Wind's side, the youngest the source of the scream and Legend hadn't quite seen him.

He turned to the nearest monster and moved faster.

"TRAVELER LOOK--"

The Smithy's voice was cut out by a choking sound. Legend whirled around and he saw an arrow digging into the side of Four's throat. He dodged a boko and caught the Smithy as he fell, eyes already dulling as he choked on his own blood. Across the field, Hyrule had managed to dodge whatever attack Four had warned him about. Legend frantically released his fairy before he ran to defend the distracted Hyrule from another daira. If the fairy couldn't help, Legend wouldn't be able to.

The fairy left Four and went to hover by Hyrule, they both knew what that meant.

Another cry pierced the air and Legend cut apart a lizalfos. He turned to see Sky standing over both Four and Wild, the Chosen Hero was radiating power but even he was being overwhelmed.

A clear note pierced the air. Unconsciously, he identified it.

A D F A D--

The song was cut off; Warriors cried out.

Legend met Hyrule's eyes and they turned to have their backs pressed against each other.

"I need you to buy me some time," Legend told him. "Not long, not even a minute, no matter what it takes."

Hyrule nodded, he took a breath and Legend watched him cut his hand.

Monsters heads snapped toward them, Legend could feel Hyrule's magic grow thick in the air, the scent of his blood with it.

"Come and get me!" His successor screamed to the horde that promptly rushed them.

Legend was running. He ran to Time and Warriors and Wind. He ignored Twilight's body with his torso torn by a huge claw, he ignored Sky's trembling form above Four's cold and Wild's cooling one. He dove over Wind's limp body, and ignored Warriors' startled noise as he grabbed Time's ocarina from his cooling hand.

He rolled back to his feet and ran further, bringing it to his lips and letting a few clear notes sound.

A D F A D F

Before he could shift his fingers to the next note, the world twisted.

Legend found himself sitting in camp, ocarina at his lips, during watch. Considering that Wild was across the camp and scanning their surroundings, it was the night before the ambush.

He continued playing the ocarina, the song of healing playing over the campsite. Wild glanced over and smiled, shaking his head fondly.

Legend flipped him off best he could, and Wild laughed.

He had seen their bodies plenty of times before, and that brief and distant moment didn't compare to most of his nightmares.

In a few hours, Wild got up.

Legend took a whole minute to remember who he was meant to wake up, and to his relief, it was Time.

He moved over to the old man and shook him awake easily. A part of him feared he wouldn't wake, but as usual, Time woke up. Legend met his eyes as he gave him his ocarina back.

Time went still, not quite horrified but clearly unsettled.

"Tomorrow night," Legend murmured as he heard Wild waking Four. "Ambush during second watch. Probably being followed."

Time nodded silently, his grip tightening on his ocarina and Legend went to his bedroll to crash.

Despite the anxiety cursing him, Legend fell asleep, his body well trained to do what he needed it to, when he wanted it to.

At dawn, nothing was odd, it was a perfect repeat of the day prior for Legend except Time was a bit different, he was tense and constantly on edge. Legend went through the motions, teasing and laughing as necessary while they walked. He did, however, convince most of them to run ahead in a bit of a childish activity, stealing Warriors' scarf or getting Wind to grab Sky's woodcarving knife. They got farther down the path much quicker than last and even found a cave to make camp in.

Legend put his bedroll by the entrance, Time organized the watch rotation and it didn't even involve him. A shared glance and Legend knew he was staying up the whole night. Time took vigil on the opposite side of the cave, blocking the interior tunnels from the others.

Every watch, someone would try to tell Legend he needed to sleep, not noticing Time was awake too since Time was hiding it and Legend outright was not.

"Vet, you need to sleep. Sailor and I are on watch," Twilight tried.

"I'm fine Rancher, just a bad feeling," he assured.

Twilight scowled but after several more failed attempts, he went to sleep.

Sky and Warriors were second watch, Legend found himself with Sky at his side by the entrance to the cave. Neither spoke, but he could feel the worry from the other hero. Legend just listened cautiously, ears pricked for the slightest sound out of place. He  didn't dare make a noise of his own to overlap with it all.

Nothing came.

Four and Wild had third watch and Legend saw the sun come up. He overheard Twilight question Wild about Legend staying up and hearing them also confer with Sky.

The following night, Legend couldn't do anything to get them to a decent campsite, and that was just how it was sometimes.

Except during second watch, which Time had let Legend take despite both resident big brothers (Twilight and Warriors) and the mother hen (Sky) speaking to Time separately about Legend not sleeping the night prior, but Time had looked at Legend and his quiet nod, and he told the others that their veteran could handle himself.

When watch came, Legend was on it with Time. He had all his senses on overdrive, too aware that their current campsite was a very ambush-able location and just like last time they had been traveling for days on end, and therefore were high-strung.

Unsurprisingly, the ambush came.

Legend met the first wave with a viciousness he himself hadn't expected. Time had woken the others and by all means, they held their own for far longer than last time. Legend saw every single monster enter the battlefield and he realized it was an exact repeat of (for him) two nights prior.

Warriors fell first. Legend couldn't see what had happened.

"Captain!" Time exclaimed, Biggoron Sword decapitating the monster that had harmed the knight before dropping to his knees and calling out for the traveler.

Legend fought his way to Wild and Twilight, barely arriving in time to use his mirror shield on the huge ball of fire that rocketed at them from a lynel. Wild quickly charged the lynel, and Legend was turning when he heard another scream.

It wasn't Wind this time. Hyrule's feet wasn't touching the ground as a stalfos had gutted him and lifted him off the ground. Legend felt himself freeze.

Hyrule was supposed to be with Time and Warriors. He wasn't supposed to be alone but--last time, Legend had been fighting with him and he'd left--

The stalfos was a mess of bones on the ground and Legend was catching his body.

"No, no--Rulie, stay with me," blood soaked his shoulder as Hyrule coughed.

"I'm sorry," he rasped. "I'm sorry--fire, please. B-Burn--Please, Vet, burn me."

"It won't come to that," Legend released his fairy, "just hold on."

"No--I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please--I don’t want to die--"

Someone yelled to look out. Legend supported Hyrule with one arm and blocked the swing of a bokoblin's sword with his own. Hyrule's weak begging, his pleas, slowly silenced. More monsters flooded and the fairy whispered an apology to Legend just as he realized he couldn't feel Hyrule's breath on his shoulder.

Goddesses no.

A D--

During that second note, another cry broke out. Legend knew what he had to do.

A prayed apology to Hyrule for the mistreatment, a swing of his fire rod that was empowered by his own magic, and monsters near him screeched. He heard Sky call his name.

Hyrule's body was burning. Legend reminded himself to focus, to never lose himself to his emotions during a battle. That got Din captured in his fourth adventure.

Time had warned him about timelines left behind, Wind's was the timeline left behind and Legend was almost certain his own timeline was the combined timeline of all the instances where Time outright failed, after all there were far too many instances of how the Fallen Hero had died.

"Veteran!" Sky carved his way to his side, and Legend let him. "Everyone is--"

"I can go back and fix it," Legend told him, flames burning a protective shield around them both. "I just need to get to the old man."

"Go back--Why am I not surprised?" Sky huffed. He cut down a moblin that forced its way past the fire wall.

Unlike last time, Legend gave a warning to the so-far survivor. "This timeline might remain, I may be leaving you alone to fight this, I don’t know how this works, and the old man isn't here to explain."

Sky just nodded, eyes burning colder than Legend had ever seen them. "Go. If there's at least one timeline where things end well, I'll be happy. I trust you."

Legend nodded.

"I'll get you to the old man. Just make sure we all live," Sky told him and suddenly Legend felt his hair stand on end, the scent of ozone filling the air. "Drop the fire."

He did as told and flinched violently, barely not crying out as lightning struck Sky's raised sword and the crackling energy was shot in a slice at the monsters.

Shoving the shaken fear from his mind, Legend ran forward and with Sky a step behind him, they carved their way to Time's body. He heard Sky gasp in pain and didn't dare look back.

He dove over Time, dropping beside him and found his throat closing up as he looked at the gruesome scene, an arrow driven through his throat, blood covering the ground and the ocarina held in equally bloodied hands, one eye dull while the other was outright blank. He could see a tear stain falling from his blind eye, the colorful markings were much duller than Legend remembered and almost faded.

He took the instrument and ran. He heard Sky let out a yell as lightning flashed and thunder boomed louder than Legend preferred to hear.

With puffing exhales, Legend played the slick instrument.

A D F A D F

"Vet? Are you crying?"

Legend had switched songs once he felt the world settle and his body suddenly change positions from him running to him sitting. He kept his eyes closed. A song of mourning his grandmother sang when his uncle passed the second time had come to mind. He opened his eyes, unsurprised that the blood was gone from his hands and the ocarina. It was still wet and slick, but that was from his tears.

Wild looked concerned, and clearly felt awkward.

"I'm fine," he assured the Champion, voice steady. "Just... memories."

"Oh... uh, isn't that Time's ocarina?" He asked, almost visibly searching for something else to talk about.

Legend hummed. "He loaned it to me, don’t worry, I'll give it back once I don't need it."

"You have your own though?"

"It's pink."

Wild shrugged. "You know what? Sometimes a new color is nice, that's fair. Promise you’re okay?"

Legend laughed softly. "I'm fine, don’t worry about it Champion."

He was still worrying about it, but he left Legend alone to his music.

He switched his song to the song of healing his aunt taught him, closing his eyes again.

The image of Hyrule dead, the scent of burning flesh still on his tongue, the way Sky had stood and fought, the viciousness Legend had never seen from him before, the tears that stained Time's pale face. All of that ran through his mind as he let go of reality for just a moment.

Next thing he knew, a hand was on his shoulder and then he was standing with his blade at Time's throat.

He dropped his sword before anyone could say a thing, not even Fi.

"You alright, vet?" Time asked, seemingly unfazed. His eyes flicked to the ocarina that Legend had in his other hand.

"Yeah, fine," he said tersely. He held the ocarina out. "Thanks for letting me borrow it."

Time just nodded silently, clearly wanting to have words with him but both Wild and Four were there. Legend used that to his advantage as he went and laid down in his bedroll, forcing himself to fall asleep.

Again at dawn, Legend was repeating his day. Again, he pushed them to go further than that first time, again they stayed the night in a cave, and again he couldn't find a safe place the second night. The whole time, he searched for a sign they were being followed and found nothing.

This time he warned the others, saying he was sure they were being followed and to rest but be wary.

He didn't sleep again, either night, Warriors called him paranoid, Time said to trust him and listen.

The attack came and it was worse.

More monsters in the first wave, stronger monsters in the second.

Hyrule took an arrow to the head beside Legend and he didn't even get to beg to be burned this time, a fairy didn't have to shake its head to tell him the boy was dead. His successor was gone, bleeding out on the ground, and Legend had been right there.

"TRAVELER'S DOWN!" Someone cried. Legend hadn't said it. He saw the archer, just as another arrow flew and barely missed Wind, who had seen its arrow incoming.

The world bent and Legend cut through the archer. A second later he heard someone scream for the Rancher.

He ran and found himself tearing apart a lizalfos, Wild not ten feet from him in a blinded fury. An electrical current exploded off him as he tore through monsters. Twilight was behind him, a spear in his chest. The fact that it pierced his chain mail...

Legend already knew the monsters had to of been sent, the Shadow had to of organized this. The ambush being during second watch? When those on watch would be a bit bleary eyed and those who weren't were asleep.  But these monsters were also armed, armed with more than the usual haphazard, makeshift weapons.

He had to save at least one person. Please, Farore, Nayru, Din--just one.

Legend let down every single restraint he had as he worked through the eternal horde, an arrow digging into his back, his front, a deep gash in his side, but he kept moving because no matter the injury he avoided it being an instantly fatal one.

Sky was the next body he found, Fi lodged in his chest with half his torso cut open.

Then it was Four, his shadow seemingly cradling his body as he coughed up blood. Legend dove to release his fairy, but she just shook her head and stayed in the jar, eyes filled with sadness.

He took another slash to the arm. Any cries of pain, screams to alert someone, was tuned from his mind. He didn't get to Warriors fast enough, only sliding to his side after his eyes turned glassy and distant. He didn't reach Wild soon enough, the champion taking a sword to the throat and then he kept fighting until an axe lodged into his chest. Legend didn't know how that had happened.

He protected Wind from an arrow with his body, it lodged into his lower back, the third arrow he took and fifth bad injury.

Next thing he knew, the ground was soaked with blood and he was panting as he stared at the massacre.

The clearing was filled with bodies, monster and hero alike, but beside him was Wind.

"Ya know, Apple," Wind panted, blood covering his body, "I... I think we lost."

A hysterical laugh fell from the younger hero's lips and Legend wanted to collapse, his legs threatened to give out and his vision was fading.

He staggered over to Time's body, shoving a monster off it and rummaging in his bag.

"A--Vet?" Wind called, limping toward him.

"I... I'm not..." his fairy could save him, but he pushed the bottle to Wind's chest. "I'm going to go back, this is... This was the... third time," he told him. "I'll try again, until I fix it."

Wind stared, but then his eyes widened. "Vet you’re got to--"

A D F

"--heal first! You'll--"

A D F

He felt the world settle and promptly put the ocarina away. He sighed softly, sliding down and sitting back.

He needed to actually make a plan this time, a proper plan and not just "find a safe camp" and "fight better".

He also needed to sleep, he hadn't slept in days and he felt it, but his body had the energy.

First of all, they had to be being followed or watched somehow. Otherwise they wouldn't have not been ambushed in the caves. He couldn't talk to anyone about it in case it found out and made it worse, or worse, killed him before he could go back again. He had the most information right now, he had to make it count.

Nayru, you still owe me one. Mind giving me a bit of wisdom for this problem?

He sighed softly. He needed to first of all figure out who and what is following them, second he needed to talk to Time to get details on time travel with the ocarina. Thirdly, he would have to tell Time that, under no uncertain circumstances, were they to stop and make camp anywhere but a cave tomorrow night.

He did the third during watch change, giving Time his ocarina as he did so. Time had just nodded.

He actually slept the next four hours away before getting up at the crack of dawn. He met Time's eyes before he packed up his stuff--ignoring Four and Warriors, the only other two awake--and left the camp.

It wasn't hard to make his presence--magical, physical, metaphysical--fade from all senses. He had been trained to hide in the shadows since he could walk, and how to walk through the shadows since then as well.

So he searched and he searched. Then he heard a battle.

No.

Time already had a sword dug through his chest when Legend arrived, and the ensuing slaughter was exactly like the past few times.

"You don’t need to know the details of my time traveling adventures, veteran," Time had said when Legend got him to walk with him alone during watch change.

Legend gave him his ocarina back. "I really do."

Time's expression grew horrified and then closed off. "How many?"

"Eh, only once," he lied. "But I want more details in case it continues."

"What happens?"

"A fight gone wrong, you got stabbed through the chest. I couldn't even use my fairy."

Time nodded slowly. "I see... I suppose you have a right to hear it, to some extent."

Legend learned about Majora, a pair of masks that sounded scarily familiar, and an eternal repeat of three days until Time finally defeated Majora.

"Thank you," he said after a long pause, "for telling me. I'm sorry to bring up memories."

Time shook his head. "Don’t worry about it, veteran. I knew I may have to do this when I taught you that song. Now you know the two possibilities with it, an eternal loop until you reach a conclusion you consider success, or a much more specific leap through time that leaves the timeline you left behind."

Legend nodded. He wondered how many more times he had to travel back before it became a time loop.

Monsters leapt out at them in that moment, and Legend couldn't think "it's too soon," before Time shoved him to the ground, his body heavy on Legend's and pinning him.

He heard Time gasp in pain, his body grow limp slowly, and felt blood soak through his shirt and something sharp piercing the skin over his collarbone but not sinking.

He didn't move, didn't breathe.

Time's arm moved sluggishly, he coughed blood above Legend's head.

"I'm sorry," he rasped as the sound of their camp being attacked hit Legend's ears. The scream for Sky and the certainty he was dead.

Time was dead weight on Legend, but despite it all he pushed the other man off him and begged a fairy to save him.

She tried, but when his wounds were healed, his eyes did not regain awareness.

Someone screamed for Wind.

A D F

He was never going to tell anyone that he was repeating again.

A D F

One time Wild survived to the end but revealed to Legend that the arrow he had seen him take to the chest had killed him, just that the ghost of his dead girlfriend saved him.

Another time, Four split into four people and his shadow solidified into a fifth, only the blue one survived that time and had told Legend he better make it right.

Another time, the red one survived and asked if Legend could save his brothers next time.

Wind survived again and this time wasn't frozen by shock, instead sobbing over Warriors and begging him to get back up. Legend had seen the captain take a hit meant for the sailor that time.

After the tenth, Legend stopped returning the ocarina.

He started a journal on the twelfth and filled it with the last words he heard. Like the rest of his items--somehow, the time travel applied to his items but not his wounds--it traveled with him.

Warriors had told him to take care of himself and to show that Shadow the true power of a hero.

Hyrule asked him to burn his body again (and he asked him again, and again, and again, and--) and Legend did it every time.

Wild whispered out a request to take his slate to Flora. Legend handed Wild his slate back when he was on watch with him the first night, saying he left it by Legend's bedroll on accident.

Time reached for his ocarina as he bled out, but as he saw Legend take it out himself he cried and apologized. Told him he was sorry he had cursed him with this terrible fate.

Twilight had asked Legend to watch out for Wild while he was gone, he had died first that time and Legend somehow kept Wild alive that loop.

He also asked Legend to kill the thing responsible for all this.

Four told him they still had to make that unbreakable sword for Wild, so he better finish that project for them both.

The journal slowly filled with a thousand requests. People to tell they loved them, people to tell they thought of them in their last moments, people to give their items to, people to protect while he was in their eras, people to give their final goodbyes too. There was a thousand indirect ways of telling Legend to survive where they did not, a thousand direct ways they told him to survive. There were a thousand orders to take care of himself, to kill the Shadow, to save the whole of Hyrule again.

Every damned time he survived. He found himself asking Fi before he left how many he killed, she never remembered the loops when he got back and she was telling him higher numbers each time.

He found himself getting better at disappearing from notice, at searching the dark corners around and near them for unwanted listeners. He found himself always playing a song on his own ocarina or Time's. Only ever the time travel song on Time's, but mourning and grief and a few songs of courage on his own.

The feeling of blood in his clothes, on his skin, under his nails, became more familiar than it had on any other quest before.

The caress of time became far more familiar than ever. It remembered him.

The darkness of the shadows was slowly re-becoming home as he searched them for their stalker.

The secrets of his comrades filled a second journal, one sectioned off very clearly that he would--when it was all over--share with the group so they were aware of what he knew.

The colors and their past, the reason why they were so short, Shadow, their father and grandfather.

The blood curse, his heritage, how much he already knew about Legend's past, the Triforce remaining on him, the fact that he didn't know he could use it and it would fade back to the Sacred Realm.

Demise's curse, the lightning abilities, the chandelier (he had said that in an attempt to raise Legend's spirits, it had worked to an extent), Sun's identity.

Malon was pregnant, he had traveled through time more times than he could count due to having to prevent a specific outcome (Legend could relate at this point), the whole story of Majora and his masks, never finding Navi and wishing he had, he was the little boy in the War of Eras and Warriors hadn't recognized him yet though Wind had, he still didn't quite feel like an adult because of Fi putting him to sleep for seven years.

Being able to transform into a wolf, the Twilight Realm, Midna and being unsure if he'd loved her but knowing he loved Ilia now, knowing Time would die on this quest because he met Time's ghost during his quest and Time had died without being able to pass down his knowledge, and that Time had died in the armor he wore now.

Cia's motivations, knowing companions of basically all of their brothers, having a wife to return home to, adopting two little boys during the war and fearing one was dead because he wasn't on this adventure.

The champions spirits following him, their gifts remaining in him for him to use, dying and sleeping for 100 years.

Being able to see ghosts, knowing his Grandma was getting closer to death every day and every time he saw her because she was slowly feeling more like a spirit than a person... and having a crush on Tetra.

Legend wrote it down during the first night, he searched in the days, he knew these forests as well as he knew his own bag at this point. He could slaughter half the horde himself but one of his brothers would still die and he was playing that song.

He kept trying.

He stopped sleeping, his body reset each loop anyways and that was precious time lost.

At some point, he altered their pathing enough that on the second night they were able to camp in a defendable grove.

They weren't attacked until the third night, but they were all slaughtered and Legend was still fighting when he found himself back in camp, on watch with Wild.

"...an eternal loop until you reach a conclusion you consider success..."

How long did he have then? Three days from... it was midnight now, then...

He had seventy-two hours. He just had to make certain that their path would reach the cave tomorrow night, and the grove the next night. He could work with this.

He had to find the source. Where was the monsters coming from? Where was the one who sent them? That was his goal, find the cause and save his brothers, and nobody was going to stop him.

He was the goddesses Hero of Legend, he would save his brothers if it was the last thing he did.

"The forest to the south is clear," Legend muttered to himself as he mapped out the forest, another one of his spare journals being used.

He learned that unless he reset on purpose, it would reset after exactly 72 hours. He was slowly getting a pretty good internal countdown for that.

"East is just mountains and ravines, we go west and the area between us and there is completely clear the whole time."

Nobody was acknowledging his muttering at the moment, just chattering happily as they walked and he was speed walking ahead, leading them to keep up. It was his way of ensuring their established safe path.

"North is also clear..."

He'd taken a dozen loops to search the whole surrounding area. It left west.

He'd have to leave them alone for good ahead.

"Hey," he called back as he shoved his journaled map into his pouch. "I'm going to patrol ahead."

"Alright, just be careful," Time told him.

"I'll be back before time's up," Legend assured and jogged ahead.

"Before time's up? What does that even mean?" He heard Wind grumble.

"Damnit!" Legend punched a tree after sneaking away from camp and Wild. He punched again and again until blood covered his knuckles.

Then he dropped to his knees, holding his head in his bloodied hands.

The whole region was devoid of monsters for the entire seventy-two hour period until the ambush took place. Which meant they were being watched magically and he couldn't fix that! He couldn't change that! He couldn't cut this problem off at the source!

"I can't do it," he whispered. "I can't. I can't--"

Master? What is wrong?

Fi, bless her, she didn't remember and she always did just want to help.

He choked on something of a sob. "I can't, Fi. I can't--I'm tired."

This is sudden, Master. I'm afraid I do not know what has caused this train of thought. What has caused this?

"It doesn't--I don’t--I can't--I can't tell you," he forced out. "I'm sorry. "I just need to--Give me a bit, I'll be fine."

He has to be. He can't give up. Damnit Link, you’re a hero, you can't just give up because it's hard! You've killed Ganon four times, you can fix this.

Wind begged Four not to die and said they still needed to talk about their matching shields, that they might be family.

Legend made another note in his journal.

Another ambush, more of his brothers deaths.

He could feel his ability to care slip away as every time he cradled one of his dying brothers, he felt it less and less. He wondered if he was becoming desensitized to it, but he also stopped caring as much when they survived and that used to hit him with an unparalleled relief.

Another fight but this one had Warriors and Sky dead in the first ten minutes, Hyrule begging the latter to survive and Wind having screamed when the former took the axe to the chest.

Time fell next to a spear through the head. Twilight quickly after with his chest caved in. Wild, Hyrule, Four--

Dead. Dead. Dead. DE--

Legend found himself activating the Quake medallion, the earth itself trembling and tearing apart, the bodies of monsters and heroes alike falling into the crevices, some were screaming, none of those cries came from the heroes.

They were dead after all.

Legend realized then that it still hurt, he still felt it. Goddesses he felt it far too much.

But then even when he ceased the earthquake, the ground decided to tremble and break open.

A moldrum screeched as it emerged, jaws clamping on nothing. It was huge, far larger than any moldrum Legend had ever seen, maybe even as big as Jabu Jabu.

From its mouth outpoured monsters and it occurred to Legend that, one, this moldrum was too much like Jabu Jabu, and two, he hadn't looked down.

He quickly switched his Pegasus boots for his hover boots, pulling on a Pegasus anklet in replacement. Then he ran forward, unhindered by the destroyed ground, and launched himself at the horde.

He had forty-three--forty-two minutes until his seventy-two hours were up. How many monsters could he kill in that time?

According to Fi, the answer was all of them.

His magic was drained completely when he returned to the first day.

He spent that loop resting and he reset before the ambush could take place on night three.

With his magic... mostly back, three days of rest did him enough. He looked down at the ground, and then his Quake medallion.

He wondered if he could focus the power of the medallion, he hadn't tried before, but... it couldn't hurt.

"Vet, what are you--"

"Everyone get back, I want to try something."

"Oh great," someone--Warriors--muttered. But Legend had been one of the responsible ones so they did as told. He held the medallion in one hand and his sword in the other. He had a huge open area ahead of him and the heroes behind him...

Time to be stupid.

His sword plunged into the ground and with all his magic constricting yet empowering the quake medallion, the ground ripped open in a single concentrated circle. He heard screams but the ground continued to rumble even as he let his magic cease.

He grinned. "There you are. Stay here!" He called back and promptly jumped down the hole despite the screams from the others.

The giant red eyes of the moldrum was in full view, it turned its giant maw up toward him as he fell rapidly down the deep pit. He fell for far too long, but it had been plenty of time to put on his roc's cape, switch a ring or two for magical replenishment, and take a potion.

Then he fell right into the moldrum's open mouth. He could hear someone screaming his name.

This whole thing was far too much like Jabu Jabu in Legend's opinion, leading him to declare the Shadow unoriginal and stupid.

He rolled along the mushy ground and popped up, grinning wickedly as his eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness--an inherited trait--and he set his gaze on the horde of monsters waiting to escape the belly of the beast so they could slaughter Legend's brothers.

He spun the Golden Sword in one hand and his fire rod in the other.

"Who's first?"

The monsters attacked.

A slaughter ensued.

Legend tore his way through the belly of the beast, sliding along the cylindrical walls as the moldrum must've moved up and down and side to side. He didn't know what was going on with the others, how they were, where they were, or anything. He just tore his way through monsters, fighting freely with nobody to worry about.

The Bombos medallion ripped apart the monsters nearby, the Ether medallion froze the ground and let him slip and slide as he liked. He pulled out his switch hook and jumped around, his hook shot, his various rods, cast a spell or two--

The moldrum at some point stopped moving completely. Another explosion ripped its side open and the light of day entered Legend's battlefield.

He dodged a fireball from a lynel and directed it into a hinox with a swing of his mirror shield, landing neatly in front of the new escape route and not letting a single one escape.

Another explosion ripped the hole bigger as Legend gutted a daira and activated the Bombos medallion one last time, exhausting the last of his magical stores.

It tore apart the last of the monsters. He looked around for more enemies before running toward the hole.

He had to make sure the others were alright. He had to--

Daylight blinded him for only a brief moment, he rolled out onto soft grass and was back on his feet, sword held backwards and his ice rod brandished to immediately go onto the attack.

"Vet! You’re alright!"

"Are you insane?!"

"What did you just do?!"

Eight voices overlapped, all yelling at him and demanding an explanation for his actions. A gentle wind breezed past him, one that felt like a secret shared, a promise that it was over.

He just grinned, feeling a weight fall from his shoulders as the caress of time released him, promising a favor paid and a fate avoided. His body began to sway, the magical exhaustion of using his medallions four times setting in.

"Whoa!"

"Oh goddesses."

"What's wrong?"

"Are you hurt?!"

He was covered in blood, a lot of which was his own, so a laugh escaped him.

"Yeah," he leaned against Sky. "Took... a couple hits... used a few too many spells..." he grinned at them, counting heads, they looked like they'd just ended a fight and the giant dead moldrum explained why, but they were all alive and the horde of monsters were dead too and... "You..." He pulled out the ocarina with blood slick hands. "You can have your ocarina back, Old Man."

Several voices yelped and told him to stay awake, but his body gave out.

He was done. He did it.

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[somecallmekay]

A Date at the Ball

@wonderwyrm and I prepare for the ball, 700 words, Blue Moon Ball

Evenings in spring usually tended to be on the warmer side, and tonight was no exception. The gentle heat of the setting sun slowly withdrew as the cool air kept everyone at a comfortable temperature, which was certainly aided to some extent by the magics enchanted. 

The sky was awash with colours of the setting sun, painting a diorama of hues accented by champagne pink clouds, carefully guiding the observers gaze towards the marble pillars which served as the main entrance to the hall, which was bustling with life. 

Wizards, witches, dragons, angels, wolfkin, everyone showed up dressed in their best. The Blue Moon Ball was certainly an event not to miss, and everything has been going smoothly, much thanks to the host.

Most people showed up slightly ahead of time, and we're socialising outside, save for one figure. 

Wyrm was dressed in a brilliant white dress, sparkling in the evening sun, reflecting the setting sun, yet underlit with a menagerie of colours, matching his wizard's hat and shoes. Bright and shiny, yet far from gauche, they razzled and dazzled in the crowd like fresh snow. 

Suddenly, the floor beneath them darkened, darkened, and darkened until it became a pool of pitch black. The shade, while still attached to their feet, moved slightly to the side, then something started rising out of it. Dark tendrils of darkness reached up into the sky, then coalesced into a singular form, stitching themselves into a humanoid body. 

She chuckled,and extended her hand towards the shape. “You're so dramatic, Kay.”

The body accepted his hand, the shadows fracturing to reveal their date for the ball, who turned the hand over and kissed the back, far too dramatically. “What can I say, it is the day to go all out. What'd you think?” they said, and slowly turned around, showing their outfit. 

A black suit, black shirt, they wore no tie, their neck adorned with a silver necklace in the shape of a small hammer, and an onyx pendant. They wore several black and silver bracelets, and a silver ring on their right middle finger. Their head was completely black and only reflecting some light, as if made out of ink. The outfits were completely different, yet instead of clashing, they accentuated each other beautifully. 

“Sharp,”came the answer, “but a little too black, don't you think?” The question was, of course, a joke, and immediately met with a response from his date. “I mean, I'm a living shadow, might as well lean into it. Anyways, damn, is this place nice or what?”

And like that, hands in pockets, all the theatricalities gone, just two friends hanging out dressed pretty. 

“Yeah, Lurien really went all out for this.” Wyrm responded cheerfully. “You can really see how much work he put in.”

“Same could be said for yourself, you look beautiful.”

“Aww, thank you! Took me a moment to get the enchantment exactly right, but it really paid off I think. Check this out!” he exclaimed and did a quick twirl. 

The lights of the dress went wild. Lights enchanted their glow, temporarily capturing the gaze of everyone around, and a round of polite applause followed. 

Kay was clapping the loudest, which wasn't saying much since golf claps aren't for noise, but regardless. 

“Bravo, beautiful. If they ever make a card game out of this ball, you're getting a holographic card just for that.”

“That might be the weirdest compliment I've gotten.”

“Gotten so far, the night is still young. Besides, the ball hasn't even sta-”

The massive doors into the building rumbled, and slowly opened, and a chime echoed through the grounds, signalling the ball had officially started. 

The shadow wytch paused. “huh. Colour me wrong I guess.”

Wyrm laughed, then offered his hand for their date to wrap their arm around. “Shall we then? My date?”

The teasing in her words was lightheaded, and instantly, she found a dark arm locked with hers. “After the Shadow Lillies and chocolates? Absolutely, darling.”

“Well, I did get a visit from someone who knew you'd like them. Tall, shadowy, black clothing.”

“I couldn't possibly imagine someone like that. Seriously, does their wardrobe have like, only one colour?”

They shared a laugh, just as they stepped into the halls. Oh yes, tonight was definitely a good night to go all out.

[damistrolls]

A Very Long Time Ago

hellooooo

a few days ago i started a fic about nobody and maledict as kids and ive finally finished it <3

i hope u enjoy

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Thump thump thump CRASH–

Volare watched out of the corner of his eye as the white-haired troll bounded across the leafy forest floor after something, occasionally plowing into trees and then hastily scrambling back to his feet to resume the chase. He only had mild interest in the situation, too busy with his carving knife and bit of bone in his hands to pay his acquaintance too much mind. 

“Almost…!”

Volare looked over to see the troll practically launching himself off of the tree he had just collided with. 

“You’ll lose another tooth, Mith,” he warned. It would fall on deaf ears, of course. He’s never seen another troll so wild and untamed. Volare would compare him to an animal, but that would be an insult to animals. Animals aren’t depraved like he is. 

Thump thump LEAP– 

Mithyt suddenly launched himself over Volare’s legs, startling him enough to make him suddenly nick the head off of the charm he was carving. 

“Mith!” Volere gasped, scrabbling for the bit of bone that’s almost definitely lost in the leaves now. He looked sharply at the feral troll, who was crouched over something on the ground, tail swishing. “What’s wrong with you?” 

Mithyt got a better grip of whatever was in his hands, and stood up, turning to shove it in Volere’s direction. The young clown leaned back just in time to avoid kissing a huge toad. 

“Ugh, get that out of my face! You ruined my charm.”

“That?” Mithyt gestured towards the poor, beheaded squirrel charm in his hands. “It looks bad.” 

“Yeah, because you made me screw it up.” 

“No, not the headlessness, it just sucks. You’re not very good at that, are you?” 

“What do you know? You couldn’t even carve a cube if your dumb life depended on it.” 

“Well I can still tell when things look a bit shit!”

Volare held a hand out to put a barrier between himself and Mithyt’s mouth. Between him whistling his S’s and spitting his T’s, it wasn’t really something he wanted so close to his face. He’s far from a germaphobe, but that missing tooth gave Mithyt a splash zone, and he’d rather not be in it. 

“What do you want with that thing anyways?” Volare asked, gesturing towards the frog with his carving knife. “You’re always out catching things. Bugs, lizards, and other little creatures… It’s weird.” 

“What? This? I’m gonna eat it, obviously,” he replied, as though Volare should have known already. Volare grimaced. 

“That’s really gross.” 

“Well I’m gonna cook it.” 

“That’s not the point. Why can’t you be normal and go to a restaurant, or cook real food from the store?” 

“You know this is as close to the city as I go. Why would I go out there when the forest’s got everything I need?” he asked, plopping down on the ground so he could retrieve a jar from his bag and open it with one hand. He ended up holding the jar with his filthy gremlin feet while he unscrewed it, and Volare didn’t know whether to be impressed by his ingenuity, or disgusted by his… well, his everything else. 

Volare looked at the other purple for a few moments, before he got distracted by his mutilated charm again, looking down and turning it over in his fingers with a frown. 

“I guess I don’t blame you. There isn’t much for me out there. It’s like every single person expects something different of you… If I don’t show up for church, they bother me about it the next time I come, as if it’s something I have to do. I mean, I’m almost five sweeps, I think I can decide for myself whether to come or not.” 

“Pshh… Why do you even go back to the city?” Mithyt asked, dropping the toad into the jar, and then the jar into his old leather side bag. 

“Well, unlike you, I like my creature comforts. I want a real hive, with a nice bed and an AC. Plus, I can only handle so much of you.” 

Mithyt shrugged it off, and grinned that big, incomplete grin of his. He looked like such a doofus. It would almost be charming if the guy wasn’t such a shit. 

“Oh hey!” Mithyt practically jumped up, pushing his scruffy, unkempt bangs back, allowing Volare a glance of his eyes. “When are you turning five?” 

“Next perigee. Why?” 

“I don’t really keep track of my own, but I know it’s three perigees after yours, so you gotta remind me!” 

“Remember for yourself. How do you know I’ll even come back to remind you of anything?” 

“You’ll come back.” Mithyt laid against a tree opposite to Volare, and pointed a finger at him. Or more like pointed a long, disgusting nail at him. “You like me!” 

“I hate you less than everyone else. There’s a difference.” 

“Nuh uh. You totally like me.” 

“I like that you don’t expect anything of me. I like that I can have company that doesn’t care what I do. But you? I could live without you. If anything, you’re the one who likes me.” 

Mithyt laughed. Volare could feel his face grow hot with rage, and he was glad his paint concealed the purple running to it. 

“Don’t laugh at me! If you didn’t like me, you wouldn’t always be trying to get me to stay.” 

“What if I’m just trying to trick you?” Mithyt got on all fours and crept up towards Volare, grinning wickedly. “What if I’m trying to lure you to my hut, so I can cook you up in a stew with frogs and bugs?” 

“… I wouldn’t put it past you.” Volare eyed him cautiously. 

That wasn’t the kind of trick Volare was afraid of, though. It was rather that… he didn’t want to find out that Mith was toying with him. He hated to admit it, but Mith was the only person he really talked to. As frustrating as the other boy is, he would hate to find out one day that it was all just some big joke at his expense. Worst of all, he could genuinely see it happening. 

Volare chucked his mutilated charm into the woods, and then stood, brushing the leaf litter off of his pants. 

“Whatever. Dad’s expecting me back soon.” 

“Boo.” 

“Like you care.” Volare tossed his bag over his shoulder, and returned his carving knife to its casing at his hip. 

Mithyt didn’t have any further comments, and simply began digging at the dirt with his nails as if the clown wasn’t even there. Volare wanted to reassure himself that Mith cared and was just putting up a front like he was, but… The distance felt tangible today. He couldn’t shake the feeling that if he brought it up, he’d get laughed at. 

Volare tightened his grip on his bag strap, and left. 

[dust-in-her-face]

Finally sat down to watch Battlestar Galactica: Blood & Chrome (2012) and I guess it was a fun couple of hours.

was it love at first sight, sir?

So, I’ve been a huge fan of BSG for two decades now and yes, I didn’t watch B&C until now because unless it’s a Laura Roslin origin story then it’s going to take me a while—maybe ten years—before I become interested. I’m weak-willed and stupid that way.

they matter. to me.

It’s an entertaining couple of hours, I’ll give it that. I really enjoyed seeing other battlestars and what the fleet looked like before the fall of the colonies some forty-two years later.

Did I spot the too-many Star Wars ripoffs? Absolutely and it’s as ridiculous as it sounds.

Like did they literally just set the story in a winter wonderland nightmare and name the character there…Toth? Uh, were they looking to go another round of lawsuits with Lucas Films? Come on, was this really necessary?

Definitely enjoyed catching a glimpse of what could eventually have been Laura Roslin’s Colonial One. Maybe it’s one of those four, maybe not, but it’s a nifty little callback that I like. She’s not on the film—she’d be, what, like six years old in this part of the timeline?

Was this supposed to be a tv show? I think so. Were they hoping for a followup season? I think so. Was it entertaining? Uh, I guess, yeah. But enough for a second season? Hmm…

They badly needed Ronald D. Moore in the writer’s room for this because they kind of missed the mark here.

I think William Adama is a frakking cool character.

Was I surprised that he was a cocky young Viper jock? Not at all. It’s fitting actually and that’s not a bad thing.

I just think they made a huge misstep in starting the story where they did. I really hate how they made Adama and Galactica feel like some kind of Harry Potter-like Chosen One character.

Because one of the things that made William Adama and Laura Roslin compelling in the 2003 series is that…they weren’t special. They were just two people minding their own business, trying to figure their shit out until Cylons and reality slapped their collective asses real frakking hard and suddenly the entire fate of the human race fell on their shoulders. Sure, we had the Pythia stuff and all that, but they didn’t start with that and they didn’t really lean into that too much, letting it live in its vagueness and mystery.

Making the Archeron mission Adama’s literal very first run feels unnecessary. And it doesn’t match up to what he told Lee about his first mission.

this retcon makes my brain tingle a little bit

The story honestly would have worked better had they positioned the story somewhere further into Husker’s early career in the military—not too far, maybe even just a month into his service where he’s still doing milk runs, being a good soldier while still champing at the bit because he knows he belongs in a Viper, not a Raptor. His commander knows this though so he understands who and what Adama is. Then hey, what do you know, here’s a mission where they need to get a package to the Archeron.

And Adama, Coker and the Wild Weasel happen to be ready, willing and able. You can still put Coker Fasjovic on the clock—some eight weeks until his tour is over and all the more reason to wanna stick to the more mundane parts of the job like making deliveries and staying away from the battle. He can still try to be the voice of reason because he’s the ECO to this little lunatic.

So Commander Nash chooses them for the run to the Battlestar Archeron. And let the story progress as it does on the film. In fact, considering the ending, wouldn’t Nash choosing Adama for this make more sense because he knows the kid and what he can do? Because he’s known him for a month and he’s done the milk runs? Rather than, say, just choosing this random promising FOB pilot he only has a rather thin file about?

he’s special. like if luke skywalker and harry potter had a kid together. oh, so chosen one = flying?

It would have been so much better if they didn’t make Adama as special as the snot-nosed kid thought himself to be because…well, he is cocky but also somehow tries to feign humbleness and it’s not cute and more off-putting.

Him being stuck as a bus driver/delivery boy while sitting on the sidelines watching the Viper squad go into the fray would still make the insane stunts he pulls in the film make sense. Because he’s been playing the role of the good soldier, following his commanding officer’s directive and trying to behave to prove he deserves to be in a Viper. And it would make sense why Adama would be so hell-bent to see the mission through to the point of turning it into a suicide mission—because failing the mission might mean he’ll never be able to sit inside a Viper where he belongs.

It could even put in some tension in the middle—Adama’s desperation to be taken seriously and Coker’s desire to go home to his wife. We get to see someone this young make these decisions and weigh the possible consequences—what matters more? Getting his own Viper or helping Coker get home to Katie?

But no.

a very bright-eyed and bushy tail billy adama. yeah, he deserves that look she’s giving him.

He’s just a cocky sonofabitch and we’re supposed to believe that his first mission that ends up on Djerba where he got as far as he did, survived as he did, by being a dumb kid with a death wish, flying like a maniac…yeah, it’s totally believable that this will make him a better soldier, a real good military man. Someone worthy of a command.

Because the BSG 2003 series Adama is a military man, through and through. He follows the rules, believes in the chain of command while he’s also a man who thinks for himself. But not at the expense of his honor or disobedience. He only goes that far when necessary, when it is called for, making a judgment call when it’s due…not because he is a cocky sonofabitch who thinks he knows better than anyone else.

You’d argue he could have grown in the 2.5 years he ends up serving in the war up until it’s bitter end, that he matured…but what are the chances of that when his very first mission just reinforced his worst quality, which is that he thinks he’s really so special because he flies real well?

Pfft. Yeah, because that’s how it works, right? I mean, look at Starbuck. It only took a literal nuclear holocaust to get her to understand that being a good pilot doesn’t necessarily mean a good leader.

what are the chances zak and kara got switched at birth? someone gotta explain how she nabbed the husker flying genes he should’ve gotten. yeah, bad joke. i knooow.

So, yeah…good fun. But it could have been so much more. The pacing was great, the twist was good, seeing the fleet was awesome and, uh, there were boobs? But it’s a little off-balance and left me feeling a little…shortchanged? A bit hollow? Unsatisfied.

Because I literally cared more about seeing the Valkyrie, the ghost pocket battlestar Osiris and even the basestars more than I actually did the characters. I think the Ghost Fleet Offensive was frakking cool.

the ghost fleet offensive during the tenth year of the first cylon war. it’s fascinating.

Did I care about the other characters? No. I don’t know who the women who were trying to school Adama in his first transport into the Galactica. I wanted to but they barely had names so fuck me, I guess? Did I care about the war hero Minute Man who seemed scarred, bitter and oh-so-over-it? I kind of did but they didn’t seem to so I ended up not? Did I care about Sunshine Kirby? Well, he was also Narcho so maybe his destiny really is to just suck in the world of BSG? Did I care about Commander Ozar? Yeah because I was really hoping she was Admiral Cain’s mother for some reason I can’t explain but maybe it was the hair? (me completely blanking on Razor) Good to see you, Hadrian. Did I care about Brig Rat Kelly? Yeah, so what was his frakking name on the Osiris? Did I think there was going to be more to the Ezra thing? Yes. I was so sure she was doing what she was doing because her husband’s identity had been turned into the AI that eventually help shape the humanoid Cylons and therefore made him kind of immortal but also becomes her reason for doing what she did. But no. She did fuck a possibly minor-aged (by our standards) Billy Adama though (check the math).

kelly, hadrian and narcho popped up in the first cylon war and also ended up in the brig in the second cylon war. coincidence? i think not!

My main theory is this was a tv show and they had episodes they needed to piece together and streamline into a film which meant they had to trim some fat. And the fat happened to be these characters we could have enjoyed getting to know, but don’t get to. I could be wrong though. I’m no expert.

The story was supposed to be about William Adama and he was just…not compelling like he should have been.

That really sucks, okay? To me, it does. It’s a good two-hour ride but it’s not a lot to write home about.

(You’d smirk at this if you saw the film)

And I think Admiral William Adama deserved to be written better. Maybe by Ronald D. Moore himself.

Otherwise, just leave the guy alone. We already saw his birth, his super cool first day at work, count about four women he slept with (3 out of 4 died soon after the dicking down, what is that about?) and found out Husker is kind of a not-so-nice word that became his callsign…which I swear to god thought was something about his voice, but nope.

death and the women of bill adama. was it bad luck or just real fucked up circumstances masquerading as tragic coincidences?

Oh, but Coker was alright. He’s the one who called him a husker and he was…fine.

For a Han Solo rip off.

(Hey, I’m just glad they didn’t give him a loyal dog waiting at home for him.)

I don’t know who’s gonna give a fuck about reading this but, ah, that’s it.

Took ten years but…okay, that was Battlestar Galactica: Blood & Chrome.

It was fun so go watch it.

Hoorah.

[aldeanotes]

the art of cooking

aemond / modern!reader, 16+, fluff / comedy / mild angst in later plot points. inspiration taken from kdrama mr. queen. reader is very bi and loves girls so much.  

summary: in which you are a famous young chef whose soul was transported into the body of some way too pretty and privilege noble woman. oh, and you’re supposed to marry a prince or whatever. anyway, can you test this to see if it's ready ? 

warnings: reader is batshit wild and doesn't have time for westerosi norms : )

preview

  So there you were, sitting slumped in a chair in “your” chambers, having been so effortlessly stopped in your attempted escape through the gardens by a man with silver hair and an eyepatch. With dirt caked on your dress, flower petals scattered around your unruly hair, and gods know how many scratches on your exposed arms from your clumsy maneuvering through the greenery trying to escape. The man in question sits across from you, his finger tapping on the wood of his chair, waiting and looking at the fire. You don’t even give the flames a glance as you keep glaring at him. What a punk – is all you can think. 

  For stopping you from running away from the servants who were dead set on dragging you back into these chambers, for handing you off to them without even thinking about your pleas. How dare he? And all things considered, after being told you’re engaged to a prince of all people, you’d think he’d have more consideration of that fact too. Maybe he doesn’t know who “you” are. Yeah, that’s probably it. 

  Even if you hated the new life you’d woken up to, you could flex some of your status a bit, right? Just this once. 

  “You’ve really got a lot of nerve,” you say, and the man finally gives you the time of day. 

  Even the way his single eye stares at you pisses you off. He looks at you like you’ve just exhausted all his energy for the day, and it spurns you oon to throw your weight around a bit more. 

  “I had somewhere to be –” Which was not here. “And you just handed me off like I was a sack of trash. Do you have any idea who I–”

  “I know who you are,” he cuts you off with a quick response. His voice has a certain coldness to it, but it doesn’t deter you. 

  “Oh, yeah? Then you must know I’m betrothed -” You emphasize the last word. “To a prince.” 

  You see the corner of his mouth twitch as if he found that funny. Like it was a joke to him. He cocks his head to the side slightly like he’s observing you. Alicent did that during the first initial visit to “you” after “you” woke up. 

  “It seems the Maesters were telling the truth, you are out of sorts,” he says before standing up and taking a small step closer to you. 

  Now, you were intimidated by him as he towers above you. You’re suddenly very aware of his stature – taller than you, much more muscular than you. The purple iris that peers down at you through his lashes is an eerily beautiful sight, even you must admit to it. Your fingers dig into the wooden arm chairs. You take a deep breath and your chest sticks out involuntarily. It’s a pathetic display of bravery (foolishness, more like it), and the man pays it no special attention. 

  “My lady–” You hate the way anyone calls you that. “I am your betrothed.”

  Silence settles between you two. Your eyes stare up at him, widened to their fullest. You take a slow, obnoxious, audible breath in and then–

  You proceed to laugh in his face.