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donkey-hyuck · 1 year ago

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GENRE - angst haha | fluff | established relationship!au | CEO!au | slowburn?

CHARACTERS/PAIRING - CEO!jaehyun x orphanage caregiver!fem!reader | nct/wayv

INTRODUCTION - getting into a relationship when you were at the lowest point of your life dragged you down to the bottom. but it dragged the ones you loved as well.

TAGLIST - @xxvaelinxx @bbhmystar @actuallynarii @gfksz @jenosbliss

A/N - yikes this one’s a deep one :( the song is track five on the album and track three on the playlist. have fun breaking your hearts :’) (also hi ik it’s been literally centuries but it’s finally here pls don’t kill me (for the rushed end.))

DISCLAIMER - read as you please!! i don’t want to trigger anyone and please lmk if i missed any warnings! i don’t want to be insensitive to anyone's feelings. thank you <3 p.s. this is not proofread and im so sorry for the immense pause.

It wasn’t too far into your relationship when you broke down in front of Jaehyun. You didn’t know why but opening up to him just became natural.

To be fair, you were also a little ways past tipsy.

In fact, you were a bit deep into the soju bottle you had bought while sitting outside of the convenient store when you first met Jeong Jaehyun, himself. Of course, you didn’t know he was the CEO of Jeong Peach Corporation at the time.

Jeong Peach Corporation. A fragrance and personal hygiene corporation company whose audience consists of he’s, she’s, and they’s. The brand as a whole has this certain aesthetic that is appealing to those people. But Mr. Jeong Jaehyun himself also had a certain aesthetic that definitely matched the brand name he built from the ground up. His striking looks and simply the way he carries himself has men and women falling on their knees for him. But it was a little too late for them to capture his heart the way you did.

“Hey you! I can see you looking over here. How ‘bout’chu come over here and I’ll show you a piece of my mind,” you slurred and held up your fist.

He was almost taken aback. Not because he was Jeong Jaehyun and you had the audacity to speak to him like that (again he carries himself in such a humble way that that would never be the option), but he was simply minding his business, walking to his car until he heard the sound of your drunk voice. He was definitely not expecting a drunk voice while he was ready to go home right around midnight.

He chuckled to himself, too amused at the mere thought of you. But it was midnight and this was the darkest the sky was going to get. It was dangerous for you— for anyone— to be out this late, by themselves, downing a bottle of soju. Well, two and a half bottles of the infamous alcoholic drink.

“Who are you? And why are you out here so late? Drunk?” He laughed, tucking his phone into his pocket, slyly grabbing a chair and sitting by you.

“Suffering. It’s tough out here,” you took another shot.

“Hello, suffering. Why are you out drinking soju so late?” He teased. It was easy to get along with you it seemed, the alcohol brought out the extrovert in you.

“Hey! My name is Y/n. Not suffering…. I’m just saying I’m suffering because,” you paused. And he subtly leaned closer to you, wanting to hear the reason why you’re here by yourself, downing the whole damn bottle.

“…. Just because, okay. Now can you please go so I can drown my own sorrows by myself? I don’t need another pity party,” you sobered up for a moment, then went back to pour yourself another shot.

But before you could take the shot, Jaehyun grabbed it from your loopy hands and took the shot instead.

“Hey! You don’t just take someone else's alcohol! That was the last shot too! Now I have to go buy another bottle!” You pushed yourself up from your seat only to be met with the hard concrete ground.

“You shouldn’t be out here this late, miss Y/n,” he said, his voice laid with concern.

“Who are you to tell me that? I don’t even know who you are,” you pouted, still sitting on the ground. He sighed to himself, showcasing his deep dimples, and got up from his chair to help you up. He was going to try and take you home.

“Hey! What the hell are you doing?!” He wrapped his arm around your waist to keep you up.

“Stranger danger! Stranger danger! This man is trying to kidnap me!” You yelled out. Of course, no one would really hear you. Besides Bong Cha— who was a goodie-two-shoes for Jeong Jaehyun and Jeong Jaehyun only— who walked out of the company right after her boss had. She saw the whole thing go down.

“Stop it! I’m trying to help you!” He struggled, since you were kicking and flailing your arms around in order to prevent him from taking you.

“Help me, my ass. What do you want from me? Taking advantage of a poor, drunk, girl just trying to get in my pants? Get off me fucking psycho. My car is the other way,” you kicked some more. And he gave up, placing you on the ground once more.

“Please, Y/n, you have to work with me here. I just don’t want you staying out late. Who knows? You could actually get kidnapped if I don’t help you.”

“How can I trust you? I don’t even know your name. You may be handsome but it’s always the hot ones that are fucked up. More fucked up than me!” You exclaimed.

He sighed and rubbed his forehead. Maybe he should have just left you at the seven-eleven. But Jaehyun just sat on the ground next to you, a good distance away and observed your ridiculous, drunk, figure.

“I’m Jeong Jaehyun,” he started, “now can you please cooperate with me? I’m trying to help you, here.”

You looked up and squinted your puffy eyes at him. “In your damn dreams, you’re Jeong Jaehyun. Like I’d believe that. I may be drunk but I’m not fucken delusional.” Oh, but you were delusional.

You slowly raised from your seat on the ground and walked your way back to your car, which wasn’t actually where you parked it. The man followed you— sorta like a creep— just to make sure you were safe. But on the way to your car (which was not the right way at all), you bumped into Kim Bong Cha herself.

She hadn’t seen her boss behind you because it was a little too dark but she lashed out at you anyway, “Hey! Watch where you’re going dumb bitch.” You were about to pounce on her until he caught you before you had the chance.

“Let me go! Let me at her!”

The girl was shocked to still see her boss shielding her from you. And she felt embarrassed to let him hear the rude words come out of her mouth. Karma’s a bitch.

“I’m sorry, Bong Cha. Please, go home. And don’t discuss this to anyone. I’m just trying to help her,” he explained to his secretary. Ah, so she was his secretary. That makes a lot of fucking sense.

Quietly, she speed-walked to her car leaving the two of you alone again.

“Why didn’t you let me at her? She was being a rude asshole.”

“Y/n. She’s my secretary. And she’s always been like that. But don’t worry about her, okay. Please just let me help you,” he begged. It was too late for him to just leave you on the road.

You sighed, the dizziness was now getting to you.

“Fine. I need to get to my car, though,” you pushed him off of you.

“I don’t think you’re capable of driving right now,” he retorted.

“Then what the hell am I supposed to do?”

And that was how you ended up sitting in the passenger seat of Jaehyun’s luxury car (the one he drove that day was his Aston Martin DB11.)

That was how you first met Jeong Jaehyun.

So much for first impressions.

—

When you woke up the next morning (with a massive headache), you found the CEO asleep on your couch. All in your shitty apartment. And when last night's events finally hit, you felt like the biggest asshole on planet Earth.

Jeong Jaehyun was sleeping on your couch. In your shitty apartment that could definitely not even compare to his lavish lifestyle. You felt embarrassed all over again. God, what the fuck were you thinking?

You tried to clean up a bit before you woke him up but nothing would fix the slightly stained walls and the old furniture he was definitely a foe to.

After you cleaned up the place, he still seemed to be fast asleep, so you decided to cook up some type of breakfast for him. The rusty refrigerator only consisted of greens (that were about to go bad), a carton of eggs, and a gallon of water. Sunny side eggs, it is.

This was for sure nothing he was used to. He was a CEO after all. The CEO of one of the most popular global brands, might you add. Which made the whole situation so much more humiliating.

Whilst you were cooking, you looked over your shoulder because of the squeaking of the couch Jaehyun fell asleep on. You wanted to fall off the face of the Earth.

Quickly you set the eggs into a plate and placed them next to his water you had already set on the table in front of him. He had only been awake for five seconds and he was met with the hospitality of you.

“Mr. Jeong Jaehyun,” you started, “or— no, yeah. Mr. Jeong Jaehyun, sir, I’m so incredibly sorry for the inconvenience I left last night. You did not have to take me home. In fact you didn’t have to stay the night, which was kinda stupid on your part, not that I would ever call you stupid, even though I just did but-” he cut you off. You definitely rambled a bit too much.

“It’s okay, Y/n,” he slightly laughed, picking up the chopsticks from the plate and eating the egg.

You sat in front of the table, too defeated to say anything. Too defeated to even look at him— even in the few minutes he had been awake, he was more prestigious than you’ll ever be. You didn’t care about who he was. You really did, of course, but after the whole mess, you didn’t even want to be in his presence anymore.

“Why are you so quiet, angel?” The pet name made you feel even worse. Why was he being so nice?

You gulped and looked at him.

“I’m just- I’m so sorry about last night. I was just-”

“Suffering?” He cut you off once more.

The fact that he answered you and finished your sentence made you want to crawl up in a ball and never come out. Last night definitely placed number one in your list of horrible nights.

“Uhm… yeah, that. But-”

“Why don’t you eat, love?” This was the third time he cut you off and the second time he referred to you as an endearing person. He acted as if he knew you for his entire life.

“I’m uh- it- it’s okay. I’m not really that hungry so,” you trailed off, looking down at your hands while you played with your fingers. Just then, he shoved his chopsticks in your face. A piece of egg sat on it. He motioned for you to eat.

You quickly turned your head and shook it, pushing his hand back, “No!” You cleared your throat, “it’s really alright, Mr. Jeong.” You really don’t know why you called him that but it just came out. It was probably the nervousness.

“Jaehyun.”

“Jaehyun… It’s really okay. I mean this is also the least I could do- uhm- especially after last night. Also, my house is a bit of a mess, I'm sorry about that.”

Jaehyun noticed the neighborhood and apartment complex you lived in. Of course, Jaehyun was a nice person so he wasn’t going to comment on it but it was obvious he noticed the living situation you were in. But none of it mattered to him. He just wanted to make sure you got home safely.

“Don’t apologize about that, Y/n. Now eat.”

“I have more eggs in the fridge. I can make my own, don’t worry about it,” you felt your face flush with heat. He caved in and shoved the piece of egg into his mouth, still worried about you.

It was awkward for a long time until he finished his food. You took his plate and cup and put it in the sink.

“I’m sorry. Do you want to wash up? Or maybe-” he laughed.

He had a habit of cutting you off, and you’ve only met this man all of eight hours. Most of those hours you were out cold.

“Stop apologizing, love,” he smiled at you, dimples on full display.

“I’m sorry-” you cut yourself off this time. He laughed again. You were cute.

“I actually need to go to the bathroom. Could you show me where that is?” He asked. You nodded and pointed him down the hall to the left. He quickly thanked you and made his way.

Right when the bathroom door closed, you ran into your bedroom and plopped, face first, into the sheets. How degrading that was.

When Jaehyun was done using the bathroom he got out and called your name which made you scurry out of your room to meet him from behind. You forcefully smiled and waited for what he was going to say.

“Your car is still at the convenience store.” Your fake smile dropped as you scrunched your nose, remembering how he drove you home.

“It’s alright. I’ll walk there later. It’s no problem.”

“But-” this time you were the one to cut him off.

“You’ve already done so much for me. I owe you my life,” you joked.

He playfully scoffed and walked toward you, now directly in front of you,“Just let me drop you off. It’s a far walk.”

“I can Uber or take the bus. Really, everything is okay. I don’t need you to help me anymore. You helped me more than I needed last night and I owe you everything I have.” You were so stubborn. He wouldn’t give up, though.

And there you sat in the same passenger seat as last night.

“I’m going to wash up at my house first. Is that alright?” He looked over to you while at a red light. You had been looking out the window before he said that.

“Of course. Take all the time you need. I’m in no rush.”

—

You underestimated the home Jaehyun lived in. It was pure luxury. Fenced-in house with a security system (that, alone, probably costs more than your apartment), green upkept grass, and a beautiful white exterior and interior that screamed majestic, mature, and regal. It made your home feel like a shit-show. It made you feel completely horrible about yourself.

“Please, come inside,” he opened the passenger side door for you.

Shakily, you unbuckle the seatbelt and exited his car. And he just sweetly smiled at you the entire time. It made you want to cry.

He led you to the front door with his hand hovering the small of your back. You could feel the heat of his hand through your shirt. You took off your shoes and followed him inside.

It was very bright and very aesthetically decorated. With plants (which you weren’t sure were fake or not), paintings that you had never seen before, and knick knacks that seemed too expensive for you to even touch. But he led you past everything in his house and went straight into his bedroom. He had a whole couch and side chairs as well as a fireplace. It was just as grand as the rest of his home.

“Uhm, you can sit on the bed if you’d like. Or the couch, I don’t know. But I'll be done shortly. Please, make yourself comfortable,” he held your arm, informing you. But you were too stunned to speak, so you nodded your head instead.

You sat on the couch, it was a little weird for you to sit on his bed when you barely knew anything about him (and he barely knew anything about you). Plus, you were too busy gawking at his house. And it made you feel self conscious again. It made you feel small; like you didn’t belong. Which you didn’t. So you don’t know why Jaehyun seemed so comfortable with you.

He came out of his bathroom— that was attached to his bedroom— buttoning up his shirt with damp hair. He took as quick of a shower as he could, to not keep you waiting. And through the reflection of the mirror, he could see you with your head facing down again, probably playing with your hands.

“Y/n, love,” he called out. You whipped your head around to his voice, not expecting that to escape his lips.

“Can you please help me button this?” You don’t understand why he called out to you as if you were his lover. Or at least someone he was comfortable with. Couldn’t he see that you were a bit lost?

You sighed to yourself and wiped your palms against your pants, hesitantly walking up to him.

Carefully, you buttoned up the rest of his shirt and looked up at him. He was already staring at you with all the love and adoration in his eyes. Of course, you didn’t realize this at the time. Jaehyun himself didn’t even realize it.

He then handed you his tie, “I hope you can tie a tie?”

You’ve tied many ties in your time of working at the orphanage.

—

Warm Hearts Orphanage held a prolonged special place in your heart. You’d been going to the orphanage as far back as you could remember. The orphanage held children from infants to teens. And everyone there was like family. Even though your little family didn’t have much, it always warmed your hearts to give back to children who were less fortunate than you were. And though you grew up poverty stricken, these children suffered more than you did and all you wanted was to help them.

You’ve seen children come and go, and the thoughts that always come to you is that they lived a happy life. Everyone in the orphanage deserved it. Even the sourest of apples, because all they wanted was to be loved by a family.

That being said, the orphanage always planned surprise parties for those children who had been adopted. It was a nice tradition, and you’ve helped many children get ready to graduate from Warm Hearts into a family that will love them.

—

“I can.”

As you were doing up his tie he slowly raised a hand to pat down your hair. The action made you pause your movements. Then, you realized everything that was going on was completely wrong and inappropriate, so you quickly finished doing his tie and took a step back. Your heart fell to your ass.

“What’s wrong, lovely?” You still felt like you were going to cry.

“I- Nothing. Don’t worry about me,” you fakely smiled again. But, again, it was as if he knew you your entire life because he wiped the pad of his thumb against your lips, making you genuinely frown.

“How can I not worry when you seem squeamish? And these fake smiles plastered on your face. What’s wrong?” He stopped swiping your bottom lip and cupped your face with the entirety of his right hand; thumb rubbing your cheek instead.

You still forced a smile and wrapped your hand around his wrist, bringing his hand away from your face. You felt undeserving of everything he was doing to you. And you wanted to hide your emotions as much as you could.

“I’m okay. You can stop worrying about me. I’m fully capable of taking care of myself,” you released your hold on his wrist and held yours, crossed in front of your body.

This time, with his left hand, he smoothed down your hair and let his hand rest on your face.

“Okay, pretty. If you say so. Now, let’s go get your car, yeah?” You bit your lip and nodded and he led you out of his house with his hands on the small of your back, just like he did when he was bringing you inside.

The seven-eleven you were drinking at just so happened to be located right next to Jeong Peach Corporation. Your car was still parked in the parking lot. And it was still nothing to ever compare to the CEO who was sitting beside you.

You both got out of the car, and he was standing in front of you.

“Thank you and I apologize for last night. But if it weren’t for you, I’d probably be passed out on the sidewalk,” you awkwardly laughed.

“No worries, love. And thank you for your hospitality. I’m happy you’re doing alright,” he responded.

You pursed your lips and pivot your heels to the direction of your car.

“I hope to see you again, Y/n.” Yeah right.

You pivot your heels back to the direction of Jaehyun. The embarrassment of last night and this morning still lingered in your body. There was no way you would see him again. You were from two completely different worlds. And there was no way you were coming back to this seven-eleven.

“I hope so too,” you said bitterly before rushing to your car.

“Y/n!” He said before you could finish shutting your door. You groaned to yourself, stepping back out of your car and facing him again. You wanted to save yourself from the self-bashing already.

“Would you like to… maybe… grab something to eat later?” But damn, he was too nice to turn down. You wanted to say yes so badly, but another part of you wanted to decline. You just didn’t belong in his world.

He was born to an upper class family, you knew that. Everyone knew that. So what would happen if you said yes? You had nothing to offer.

But it didn’t hurt trying, right?

You took in a huge gulp, “…. I would like that.”

“I’m sorry, what?!” exclaimed Danbi while the two of you were washing dishes.

The kids had just eaten and they were now free to do whatever they pleased, whether that was draw, sleep, or take a walk during the good weather.

“Keep it down!” You shushed her.

“I can't! THE Jeong Jaehyun of THE Jeong Peach Corporation asked you out on a date tonight?!” She squealed in happiness for you, making the bubbles fly everywhere.

You told her everything that had just happened within the past twenty-four hours. And she was beyond stoked for you. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and she knew you deserved it the most. You’d been through hell and back and you’re about to go right back. She knew everything about your situation, you’d both been volunteering here for years so it was only natural to open up to one another.

“No one said anything about a date…. Just a, uh, hangout. Yeah…. a hangout.”

“Y/n, he just met you and he’s head over heels for you already! I’m so excited for you!”

You were excited too. Way beyond excited.

—

Jaehyun said he would pick you up around nine p.m. You had just gotten back from grocery shopping and you now had a little over an hour to shower and get ready. You didn’t even know where he was taking you.

But as you were applying your makeup and looking in your bathroom mirror, everything started shutting down on you. And you were surrounded with nothing but your own, suffocating, thoughts. You were a fraud. But Jaehyun was coming to pick you up soon, so now was not the time to think about it; or at least try not to. Fake it ‘till you make it.

When the knocking on your door signified Jaehyun's arrival, you quickly sprayed some perfume and opened up the door for him.

You were wearing a simple, spaghetti strap black dress with a slit on the side leg and a dark gray blazer with a matching bag. He looked the same as he did when you saw him this morning, except his blazer was now off of his body and he took off his tie which left him with his white button up (which he unbuttoned the first few to give him more of a casual look).

“Are you ready?”

☹ ☹ ☹

I told you I was down bad

You hate to see me like that

Two whole years had gone by and it was almost your third anniversary. Almost, as in, it was six months away. But so much can happen in a mere six months that seem to pass by so quickly.

You were in your apartment, the same crappy apartment you lived in two years ago, crying in your sheets. Your damn thoughts were getting to the best of you again.

And when you didn’t respond to Jaehyun’s phone calls, it was an understatement to say he was worried about you. So he drove to your apartment immediately.

He frantically knocked on your door and almost broke it down until you came to open it, eyes still red from your tears and breath still uncontrollable. Your lover welcomed himself inside and shut the door, holding you so tight yet soft in his embrace in the doorway. He was trying to comfort you with his lips resting on your forehead and his hands carefully cradling your body.

“It’s alright, love. I’m here. Don’t cry. Please. I need you,” he repeated into your hair, rubbing your back and swaying you both side to side. But the action made you cry even more. You didn’t deserve the love he gave to you. Your head rested on his firm chest as you tried to calm down the pain.

“Angel, where are your meds? Are they in your room?”

You nodded as best as you could as he carefully led you inside and into your bedroom. Jaehyun sat you down on your bed before grabbing a glass of water for you to take your pills. You hated relying on him so much. You hadn’t changed. But what you don’t know is that Jaehyun loved you even more than he did two years ago. He loved you because you weren’t afraid to show him such a vulnerable part of the human being you had become. Or so he thought.

You did what you had to do and he carefully pulled you into bed with him. Your head rested in the crook of his neck as he felt your hiccuping breath die down into slumber. He rubbed your back some more, hoping that it would lull you to sleep faster.

You don’t know what you’d do if he wasn’t here. Jaehyun was your everything, as were you to him.

—

When you woke up the following morning, you were still in Jaehyun’s embrace. Slowly, you turned around to check the time and the clock read 5:43

a.m. That was why it was still dark outside.

You turned back around to face Jaehyun and you sadly smiled at him. He worked so hard 24/7 and the purple bags under his eyes proved that. You just wished there was something you could do to help him, just like the various ways he had helped you. Jaehyun has always been there to help. From the day you two met, to this moment, Jaehyun was always your number one.

You shifted around in his arms as he slightly groaned because of the sudden movement.

“I’m sorry, love. Keep sleeping,” you whispered, kissing his closed eyes. He came to your house in his work clothes, though, so you were sure he was a bit uncomfortable. You walked to your wardrobe and found some folded up pajama pants he left over the other night as well as one of his gray hoodies he left ‘not on purpose.’ You gathered his clothes and walked to the bed to wake him up.

“Wake up. If you’re gonna keep sleeping, at least change, love. You’re probably all stuffy in your button up and dress pants,” you lightly shook him awake. He groaned some more before stretching his limbs and opening his eyes. You were the best thing he could ever wake up to.

Jaehyun playfully pulled the blanket over his head and managed to wrap his arms around your waist as you were sitting down beside him. You laughed at his antics and tried to free his grip on you. It failed; and you ended up wrapped under your sheets with him, his comfortable clothes still in your hands.

“What if I don’t want to change,” he challenged.

“You don’t have to,” you teased. “But it’s not going to be my fault when you complain about being uncomfortable.”

His tight hold on you faltered for a moment before he fully released you and took off your blanket from his (and your) bodies. He released a puff and pouted his plump morning lips. The man sighed and got out of bed, taking the clothes you had in your hands and just stripping from his work clothes right then and there.

“Aren’t you gonna change in the bathroom?” You asked, laying back down in bed. So much for getting up.

“Eyy, you know I don’t do that. I’m gonna come back into bed anyway,” he said before climbing in after you and pulling the grey sheet back onto him. As he slid into your bed, you wrapped your arms around his head as he rested himself to be held by you. Jaehyun loved being babied, especially in the early hours of the morning. It was one of the many charismatic features about him.

—

When you woke up the second time that morning, it was only nine o’clock. But Jaehyun seemed to be awake now, cooking breakfast that was sizzling from the kitchen.

Quietly, you sat on one of the stools and stared at him. He was the best thing that ever came into your life.

But why did he openly put himself in it?

You always wondered why Jaehyun stayed. It always turned into panic attacks and crying fits, but you couldn’t help it. He was a part of a completely different social status and you stood out like a sore thumb when you were next to him. It wasn’t like you were ashamed to be his girlfriend; you just thought he was ashamed to have you as his girlfriend.

He should.

There goes those thoughts again.

Unknowingly, you choked a sob which made him turn around. When he saw you, he smiled with pure adoration beaming in his eyes. God, why did he make this so hard?

He shut off the stove and walked toward you, forgetting about the breakfast he was making, it was almost done, anyway. Jaehyun wiped his hands with a towel and walked to you, cupping your face with his right hand, wiping the tear that seemed to fall from your eye.

“Why are you crying, love?” He still held the same, sweet, smile.

“…. I love you.”

He raised you from your seat and just hugged you, lips resting on the crown of your head, swaying you back and forth on the creaky floor.

“I love you more.”

“I’m sorry I’m like this,” you confessed against his chest.

But he immediately raised you from your position, to look at his, now serious, expression.

“Never apologize for something you can’t control. You say sorry all the time, peach. I love that you feel the need to say it, but you really don’t need to say it all the time. Especially in front of me. You know how much I love you, right? For being who you are?” He wiped the baby hairs away from your face.

“You know how much I don’t care how messed up, or whatever you call it, you are, right?”

“…… Of course.”

“Then you should stop being such an amazing person. I don’t deserve you. But here I am,” he laughed, tugging you into his frame once more.

However, you still felt the need to give him the world. You still felt as though you owed him your life, he’d been your boyfriend for almost three years.

And yet you still thought that it was you who didn’t deserve him.

“Now stop crying. You know I don’t like it when you cry. Especially if it’s your damn thoughts that are eating at you.”

You love him so much.

☹ ☹ ☹

I don’t know how you look past

My stupid fucking setbacks

You said it before and you’ll say it again. You’ll say it a million more times; Jaehyun deserved more.

Sometimes, you’ll look in the crooked mirror placed in your bathroom and just think to yourself. Think about all the negatives rather than thinking about the positives. And although there are times you do think about the positives, they all end up with a wretched outcome. And then it’s negative thoughts all over again.

It’s the same routine and you’re growing sick of it. You’ve been sick of it ever since you could remember and you despise people who seem to have it easy. It just seemed as though there was no luck for you. The only luck the universe brought to you was Jaehyun. There are times, though, where you wished you never met him. He was a goddamn CEO and you were a low-class citizen. None of it just made sense.

But you loved him. It just hurts to deal with your true emotions and stow them away from your lover; because you never wanted him to watch what you were going through. Even the thought of it made you want to vomit.

Trauma just came natural to you, apparently. And you absolutely hated it. You just wished you were different, then maybe you wouldn’t feel so guilty about dating Jaehyun. Then he would truly be proud of who you are.

He was already proud of you, though. And he’s told you this a billion times. Your brain just makes you believe that he’s saying it out of pity. He’s only saying it because you’re his girlfriend.

And the cycle continues.

—

You were spending the next couple of days at Jaehyun’s house. It was obvious he didn’t like your lifestyle and wished for you to live with him. You could never bring yourself to do it though; to always rely on him for everything that you do. You were fully aware of what you could and could not do, and you didn’t need him to help you.

Which led you to silently cry away your sorrows in his bathroom. You were taking a bath, in hopes to dial down the overwhelming emotions that engulfed you. Yet here you were, with a flushed face and puffy eyes— the aftermath of a breakdown.

It seemed as though ever since you got into a relationship with Jaehyun, your anxiety only intensified. And that resulted in the thoughts that had been burdening your mind since the day you two met.

Fortunately, he wasn’t home to face the pointless shenanigans that go through your head. So you had enough time to pull yourself together, take your meds, and try to meditate on the balcony that was attached to his bedroom.

The summer nights were cool enough for you to relax your mind before Jaehyun made his way home. You were working at the orphanage the whole day and you managed to pull through the entire day without a single tear, which probably led to the bathroom-breakdown fiasco.

The crickets had been chirping and the wind was starting to blow. That was when you heard the bedroom door open. And when Jaehyun saw the slight movement of the balcony curtains, he knew you were outside doing whatever you do best.

Quietly, the man sighed to himself, placed his work on the side desk and undid his tie. He was finally home. He was finally with you.

Jaehyun opened the sliding door larger than what it was and joined you in sitting on the floor with his legs crossed. At first he let out a long breath and looked out toward the yard which his bedroom was facing. Then, he got tired and shifted toward you.

That happened all in thirty seconds.

Your eyes were still closed as you breathed in. Jaehyun lovingly smiled at you and kissed the side of your head.

“I missed you today, angel,” he broke the silence.

You opened your eyes and shifted your body to face him.

“You say that every day,” you chuckled and played with his fingers. A habit of yours that Jaehyun absolutely adored.

“And it’s always true. I can't wait for the day I get to see you every time I come home.” You felt more guilty that he had the need to say that. And you knew he meant nothing harmful, he was just a caring person and didn’t want you living the life you had. You were better off living with him.

But you joked, “You will. For the next three days. And then I’m off home.”

He groaned and layed back on the cold floor. “Don’t remind me. I want to cherish the time we have now.”

You laughed once more. He was acting as if he didn’t come to see you practically every day. Sometimes, he’ll even leave his job just to come see you at the orphanage.

“Eyy, quit saying that. I’m still here. You come by all the time. Sometimes twice a day. You’ll get sick of me soon, I can guarantee. I don’t know how you put up with me all these years.”

Although you were (partially) joking, Jaehyun sat right up from his prior position and looked at you with his pout and furrowed brows.

“What do you mean, peach? I could and would never get sick of seeing you. Don’t say that.” You were shocked to see him react that way.

You slightly snickered at him and said, “I was joking, love. I’m sorry,” you leaned your head closer to his and placed a little kiss on his lips, to make him sort of forgive you for saying that.

“You better be. I don’t know what I’d do without you, peach,” he kissed back. And pecked your lips repeatedly, several times.

The actions made you laugh out loud and slightly push him away. Jaehyun loved being the reason why there was the brightest smile on your face. So he quietly smiled as your eyes crinkled because of him.

He suggested that you two wash up. However, you already told him you bathed before he came home. And like a child, he groaned and went into the bathroom himself. But he made you promise to wait for him tomorrow. You agreed, because he was your little baby.

As he was in the shower, you cuddled your way into his bed sheets and blanket. The lights were now dimmed and all you were doing was waiting for him to get out of the shower. Hopefully he would be able to beat the slumber that easily pulled you in.

The warmness of the blanket, though, soothed you to sleep and Jaehyun was unable to defeat the unfortunate slumber that casted over you. It was a shame since he wanted to talk to you; ask about your day and what you did. He’d grown used to the look of your puffy eyes, and he knew you’d been crying. He knew you were having a moment the minute he stepped onto the patio. Because the only time you would sit out there was if something was bothering you.

Being the amazing person he was, left you alone, and didn’t ask about what you clearly didn’t want to talk about. He believed that you would open up to him when you were ready. You’ve already opened up to him so much, but nothing would stop him from worrying about you.

Once he got out of the shower and towel-dried his hair, he placed the wet towel in the basket and climbed into bed next to you, immediately clinging to your fatigued figure. God, he would give you the entire world. Jaehyun turned around and shut off the lamp on his side of the bed (yours was already turned off) and hugged you against him, his breath soon evening out to match yours.

And fast asleep he was.

—

The following morning, Jaehyun was awakened with your fingers threaded in his hair and his face squished against your chest. He managed to stretch some parts of his limbs whilst still, practically, laying on top of you.

“Good morning, angel,” he said in his morning voice, “I’m not going into work today.”

As a CEO, you’d expect him to take care of himself (with Jaehyun being his own boss and all) but you didn’t expect him to say he wasn’t going in. Not that you minded, you’d much rather spend the day with him but Jaehyun was a hard-working man, and he rarely took days off.

“I’m not going in for the next three days either. It’s been a while since I took a day or two off.”

“Yeah, but you’re taking four days off, including today. Are you sure you want to do that?”

He was taken aback for a moment. Did you not want to spend time with him anymore?

“There’s nothing wrong with me taking four days off. You appreciate it, no?” He said in the littlest voice which instantly made you regret what you said.

“No, no, no. Oh, I’m sorry my love, I didn’t mean to make you upset. It’s just that you’re so busy with work and it’s just me so you don’t have to-” you rambled.

“And that’s where I’m gonna stop you. You know how much you mean to me, so of course I’m gonna take these days off to spend as much time with you as I can. The company's getting a little busier with a new launch around the corner but I’m sure they’ll be able to survive without me for a few days,” he retaliated.

You sighed, still feeling like an asshole for wording the sentence the way you did. God, could you do anything to make him happy? It felt as though everything you said and everything you did could never satisfy him. Of course, those were just your thoughts.

Jaehyun was happy that you cared about his job, but what he wanted you to realize the most is how much he wanted to be with you. Whatever it was, spending time with you is the best remedy he could ever ask for.

Just why is he never sick of you and your words? You’re sure he would be with how rude you, unintentionally, were to him.

☹ ☹ ☹

When you opened up the door

You let me in when you should have your guard up

Thinking back to the time you finally let Jaehyun crawl through your walls— when he’d let down his walls way before you— the constant feeling of regret and pain constantly filled you. Whether or not the glass was half-full or half-empty, it was always just half. There was never a certain hundred percent yet Jaehyun took his time in letting you trust him as Jeong Yoon Oh.

Thinking back to the time you first met Jaehyun himself, he somehow couldn’t process the red-flag you were oh-so not afraid to show while you were inebriated. He thought you were cute, and the words you were spilling from your mouth, conscious or not, made him feel sort of protective over you. And he didn’t even know you.

It was about ten a.m. when the two of you got out of bed. Ever since the conversation earlier, the air has just been tense. At least for you. You’re sure Jaehyun probably hadn’t felt anything but your brain was constantly playing tricks on you, and this could be one of them.

Your lover is in the bathroom now, as you’re sitting on the bed staring into space with your thoughts locked into your brain. You should apologize. Of course, you want him to stay home with you, but he plays an important role in the economy and in his industry that you can’t help but feel bad for keeping him away from what he loves doing most.

Resting against the headboard, you turn your head toward the bathroom door that was being opened. He walks through and sits back in his spot next to you, although his body is fully facing yours.

“I’m sorry about earlier. I just… I don’t want to keep you here if you have a lot to prepare for your launch,” you sighed and rubbed your eyes.

He laughed, but the feeling of hurt lingered a bit in his eyes as he held the utmost respect to you. “You don’t have to apologize, my love. It’s completely okay. And if they need help, they have my number and it’ll all get fixed with a simple phone call, alright?” He used his right hand to cup your face, rubbing the pad of his thumb against the surface of your cheeks.

You bit your lip in hesitation but you stopped when Jaehyun leaned down and kissed away the bad habit he always noticed you had.

“Let’s make breakfast, yeah?” He whispered against your lips, giving you the biggest puppy eyes ever. You laughed and kissed him one more time before going into the bathroom to get ready for whatever the day was going to bring.

—

Breakfast was absolutely lovely. As it always is whenever you’re with Jaehyun. But for some reason, this morning’s just hit so different.

Today, though, you planned on going to the orphanage just as a surprise visit. Truly, it was your home. Your second home (if you considered Jaehyun.)

“Well, I was planning on getting goodie bags for the kids but… I don’t think I’m gonna. We can just spend the day there,” you were telling him all the things you wanted to do today and the things you wanted to do for the kids there but you were having trouble deciding what to actually do.

“Nah, we can go to the grocery and buy them goodies,” he abruptly said as if it was no problem. Realistically there was no problem. Except you.

“But-”

“No buts. I haven’t seen them in a while, so just consider it a gift from me. Now, let’s finish our food and get some snacks for the kiddos,” he put his plate in the sink as you sighed in adoration (and maybe a little in guilt.)

Grocery shopping with Jaehyun was like grocery shopping with a child. And it was good, because he picked out snacks he thought the children would like, as well as treat bags to put them in. He was a child at heart although he portrayed a stoic and successful CEO.

The two of you sat in his car for an hour in the Warm Hearts Orphanage parking lot packing juices and snacks and candy into the bags before finally walking through the front door.

One of the staff members had seen you and happily greeted the two of you as you walked into the main entrance to the room the kids spent the most. Upon your arrival, all of the children shouted in happiness, greeting you with hugs and questions of the bags that were placed in a cardboard box that Jaehyun was holding.

Giving them out and spending time with them truly warmed your heart as they played the whole day long with Jaehyun.

He was so fond of children and your entire being melts with the sight of him playing with them and catching them up on his launch.

Something about it was heartwarming yet bittersweet.

You don’t know how long you could last anymore.

☹ ☹ ☹

What a painful back and forth, oh

Today was just not a good day. For you and for Jaehyun. He called you in the morning and said he was going to visit you at your apartment when he was done in the office.

Only problem was, it was twelve in the morning when he walked through the door with the extra key you gave him. Your apartment was quiet, excluding the yelling from the thin walls of whichever neighbor.

For the first time since he’s met you, this was the first time he’d actually noticed every little detail about your apartment. From the stained walls to the crack in your window. He felt like he wanted to cry. Jaehyun didn’t want you living like this anymore, that was the truth. And he knew you worked two jobs before committing to the orphanage. He also knew you were never able to pursue college. No amount of scholarships you were given could afford the ungodly university tuition.

And just as he was about to suck up the water forming in his eyes, you walked out of your room, fully awake. You stopped and called out his name. But the ringing in his ears only got louder. And soon he broke down into tears.

You were completely shocked. It was midnight and you didn’t think he would come over because it was so late. But now he’s here, and you don’t know how long he has been standing there, breaking down right in front of you.

“Hey, hey, hey. What’s wrong, angel?” you held him in your grasp as his tears kept coming down.

“Why are you crying? Please tell me, my love,” you pleaded, voice cracking. In the three years you’d known Jaehyun, he was never one to cry. Not one tear. He wouldn’t ever tear up either. So seeing him like this, vulnerable, was both shocking as it is confusing.

“I just…” he sobbed, “I just love you so much. Please don’t ever leave me. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” To you, he wasn’t making much sense but he was still valid to have these thoughts. Some people have their off days and you guessed this was his.

“Of course not, Yoon Oh.” He cried harder, somehow pulling you even closer than before, his head still hiding in the shadows of your neck.

Moments passed by before he finally lifted his head up. He looked so ethereal though he was covered in tears and the image in front of you made you want to cry yourself.

“You’re okay. I’m right here,” you cupped his face with both of your hands, wiping away the tears on his cheek with your thumbs. He does the same to you, although you’re not crying.

“I want you with me forever,” he whispered, searching through your eyes as if he doesn’t know you like the back of his hand.

“I’ll be here.”

You don’t know if you’re lying to him with the response. But only time can tell whether the guilt forever residing in your heart gets the best of you and inevitably, to the best of him. But he’ll get over it right? He’s Jeong Jaehyun after all.

—

You’re now laying side by side on your bed. He is being cradled in your arms as he continues to calm down in the drowsiness of the late hours of the night.

“I’m sorry about breaking down earlier. I just… I don’t know, I just felt super overwhelmed all of a sudden I guess,” he lifted his head up to look at your moonlit face.

You shook your head and stroked his hair. “Don’t apologize. You deal with me all the time,” you dryly chuckled.

“Because I know what you go through… But thank you,” he rubbed your back.

“For what?”

“For being there for me when I need you most. I really appreciate it…” he trailed off for a moment, “I really appreciate you.”

“Please…” he continued, “Come live with me.”

You don’t know if it was sympathy, pity, pure love, or all of the above. But Jaehyun was very much aware that he could treat you like a queen. Which he already does, and that makes you all the more hesitant.

“You know that-” you’re cut off.

“I know. I know you refuse to but please. You’re my entire world, Y/n. I can’t even explain to you in words how much you and your entire existence means to me,” he’s desperate now. So desperate to finally have all of you. So, so desperate to watch you flourish into the beautiful bouquet he knows you are.

You sigh and continue to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. “I’ll think about it.”

But the both of you knew the true meaning behind those words. Yet neither of you can say a word.

☹ ☹ ☹

It’s hard to ignore all of my problems

You couldn’t even count all of the imperfections and impurities that you had hiding within yourself. So much so, that you seem to project those imperfections onto the people around you. To the people that you love.

And sure, they might not notice them— ignore them, in fact— but they are clearly written out right in front of you and they don’t ever seem to go away. Which is probably why they say ‘you are your greatest enemy.’ It was true.

Yet of course, these thoughts had to swarm your mind at the grocery store. Grocery shopping, for crying out loud. With Jaehyun and with bunches of people who are too nosey to not look at you and not whisper to themselves as to why you are crying.

With the shopping cart full, Jaehyun pulls it over to the side so as to not create traffic, and pulls you closer to him by your arms.

He pushes the hair out of your face and leans down to see you. All of you.

“What’s wrong, my love?” He shushes you and wipes the tears off your cheeks.

This was absolutely terrible. Even the most domestic and everyday tasks were a hassle. And you felt like you were burdening Jaehyun in the busy market that only the wealthiest people had shopped at (since you were staying over Jaehyun’s again for a few days.)

“Nothing, it’s- I’m okay,” you sucked in a breath and wiped your tears before looking up at him to meet his worried gaze.

“Are you sure?” He squinted his eyes.

You took in another breath before nodding.

“One hundred percent sure?” He patted your flyaway hairs down. You nodded again.

“I need words, angel. To make sure you’re okay. Really okay.”

“I’m okay, I promise,” you try to give him your best smile.

He only responds with the softest kiss to your forehead.

“I need you to be with me,” he whispered against your skin.

“I am. One thousand percent. I’m okay,” you whispered back, now getting self conscious of the scene of you and Jaehyun canoodling in a grocery store on a Wednesday at eleven a.m.

He believed you, however the rest of the shopping trip went by slowly, awkwardly, and quietly.

You wished you could change the way you think.

☹ ☹ ☹

Cause I'm no good (Ooh), you could do better (Ooh)

You should walk out, it's now or never

Ninety-nine percent of couples argue. Those statistics are completely true. No matter how often or how little, couples everywhere have their fair share of fights.

You and Jaehyun are one of those couples that rarely fight. Today, however, had not been very good to the both of you. Stress, anxiety, and more stress were eating at the both of you and now it landed you here. Just great.

“I don’t need you constantly taking care of me! I’m perfectly fine on my own!” You shouted toward him.

“Clearly you’re not if you break down every other day! I just want you to be okay,” he lets go and sits on one of the chairs in the living room. His face is hiding in his hands as he feels the anger and disappointment run through his brain.

Noticing this reaction, you sigh and furrow your eyebrows. It’s silent for a fleeting moment. “Why? You know I’ll be okay.”

You sit on the couch, opposite of the black leather chair Jaehyun is sitting in.

“I know how much you’re hurting. And I don’t ever want you to feel those terrible feelings ever again. I want to be here for you and I want you to know that I want to be here for you. Can't you understand?”

It isn’t too much after he let out those words that you feel the tears fill up the sockets of your eyes and the void of the room. The walls that had now captured the two lovers screaming at each other now hear the abundant silence between them.

“I can't give you anything. You do so much for me and I’m just here.”

“I don’t care. No materialistic thing could ever compare to you just being here with me.” He gets up and sits next to you, making sure you know he’s with you the entire way.

“But it’s not enough.”

“Yes it is, Y/n. And I don't know what else to say to get through that thick head of yours. I love you for being you. And I love you for accepting me for who I am, not who I need to be. I don't need you to offer me anything besides your love.”

“That's the thing. I can only offer you my love.”

“I don’t care! Y/n, you need to realize how much you affect me. And I can't let you go around saying those words because they hurt me. It genuinely hurts me to hear those words.”

“…. I'm sorry.”

“Y/n, you truly don’t know how much you help those around you?”

It was silent for a moment.

“You work in a damn orphanage, for crying out loud! For fun. And it just makes me appreciate you. Appreciate how much you enjoy the happiness of other people. It’s all I could ever ask for.” He wiped the tears falling from your eyes.

“Please don’t cry. I just need you to know how much I love you. Why can't you see that? Do you not love me anymore?”

With zero hesitation, you released his hand from your face and stood up, “No! Don’t say that! Of course I still love you!”

“… it’s just that…”

“Don’t even say it, Y/n.”

The gloomy night has come to an end. And yet Jaehyun will not— will never— leave you behind.

☹ ☹ ☹

Gonna regret being too honest

Callin' it love, but this isn’t fallin'

It’s the following morning. It is truly a gloomy morning, in fact. The rain was slowly pouring, the wind was rustling against the trees, and the upcoming fog coming from the ocean was painting the neighborhood.

The minute you woke up in Jaehyun’s arms, you remembered the fight the night prior. And, God, did you feel like an absolute ass.

Could this be it? It’s been three years and yet the question still lingers. Just why? It seems as though you bring him so much pain and yet he has chosen nothing but enduring the repercussions of your wrath.

You gradually regained the strength to get up and without a minute to spare, you quietly escaped out of Jaehyun’s protective arms to make breakfast. Some sort of remedy to help heal the pain of last night's argument.

You sat on one of the island chairs waiting for the food to cook in the oven. Slowly but surely, you were once again trapped in your thoughts. Were you being too harsh? Were you being too honest? Were you actually enough to be with the most amazing man on planet Earth?

All of these questions were paused by the padding of feet coming into the kitchen. You look up at him, not expecting anyone else. And in his dazed glory, Jeong Yoon Oh was still the most precious human being that had ever entered your existence.

“I’m sorry,” is the first thing you’re able to say before finally crying. Crying the waves of emotions that you felt the night before yet did not physically show.

He didn’t say a single word. He didn’t have to. All he did was take you in his embrace and whispered apologies and sweet nothings into your ears. The rest of the morning went by with stuffy noses and quiet munches.

—

“I’m sorry about last night,” you apologized once again, sitting on the bed watching him get ready through the mirror.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry too. I just want you to know that you can lean on me. You’ve been able to lean on me for years now…. I didn’t mean to yell but desperate times call for desperate measures,” says Jaehyun.

“But I'm not desperate at all, you know that.”

“Yes but don’t you know I’m so desperate for you?”

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littlespacereader · 1 year ago

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Hello!! Really liked your Layla caregiver fic, can I get one with Jake Lockley please? :)

You absolutely can! Jake always gives overprotective Caregiver vibes to me, I don’t know if anyone else agrees. But I love me an overprotective tough Caregiver who has a soft side for their Little🥰 To my Werewolf By Night fans I hope you enjoy the little cameo in this as well. So with that in mind, here’s this adorable little fic! I hope you enjoy!💞💞 (Also the gif is not Jake Lockley but it DEFINITELY gives Jake Lockley energy)

The Protector of the Playground 🌙

Caregiver! Jake Lockley & Fem Little!Reader (SFW)

Tags - picnic at the park, Littles are known AU, stuffie gets taken by bully, you get the stuffie back!, playground, slides, hand holding.

Nicknames - Princesa (Spanish for princess), pequeño (Spanish for little one), and sweetheart.

Y/N has the luxury of having 3 Caregivers wrapped into one person. Only thing is, she rarely only got to see one of them.

Okay, okay, say what you will but Marc and Steven are a little possessive over their Little one when it comes to Jake. Not that they don’t trust him…yet…but they would rather take control of the body and spend time with Y/N themselves.

But one night while having dinner with Steven, Y/N brought up the idea of having a day with Jake. Steven almost choked on his food.

“Well, um, why not a day out with Marc or me instead sweetheart?” Steven tried to suggest but Y/N shook her head.

“No! I always hang out with you and Marc. Not that I don’t love the both of you but I want to get to know Jake more. He told you he wants to be my Caregiver too so l want to see him as one.”

Steven sighed, knowing Y/N was right. It was unfair to her not to have time shared with Jake.

“I’ll ask him. How about that?” Steve added getting a big smile from Y/N.

He closed his eyes for a moment to focus on the other two talking in his head. After a moment he opened his eyes again.

“How about tomorrow? Jake said he’d love to hang out tomorrow.” Steven said a bit concerned.

“That’s perfect! We’ll go to the park! I heard there’s a new playground there.” Y/N smiled.

“But you’re sure you want to hang out with Jake? Marc or I would be more than happy to take you there.” Steven tried to offer but he only received a stern look from Y/N.

He laughed and put his hands up as if to surrender. “Alright, alright, it will be Jake tomorrow.”

~~~

I woke up to an empty bed this morning. Strange…usually Steven or Marc would sleep in with me on our day off. But that’s when it hit me! Today is my day with Jake!!

Jake was a like a whole new Caregiver to get to know! What would he be like? Would he be a pushover like Steven? Would he be playful like Marc? What would his nickname be? Steven’s is Dada, Marc is Dad, and Jake’s would be….

I could hear someone messing around in the kitchen and knew it must’ve been him. I literally couldn’t wait to spend the day with him.

I didn’t know much about him. Marc and Steven didn’t mention him much and the only time I saw him was when there was a dangerous situation he would swap into the body and take me to safety. But those moments weren’t enough to really get to know him.

But here I was, eager for the opportunity to meet the third personality.

I jumped out of bed and made my way towards the apartment’s small kitchen. It smelled amazing whatever he was cooking. I turned the corner and just stared at him in awe.

It’s funny how three people could be in charge of the same body yet look so different when they were in control.

Jake was no different. He looked tough and stern, almost like a rock. He wore a totally different outfit than Steven and Marc normally would. He wore fancy shoes, fancy pants and a button up shirt complete with a tie. On his head sat a newboy cap, one I didn’t know Steven and Marc even owned.

His icy exterior melted the moment he noticed me in the entrance of the kitchen. He pulled the kitchen towel down from his shoulder, wiped his hands, and made his way over to me.

“Good morning Princesa! How did you sleep?” He asked.

I could see the hesitation in his body as he stopped infront of me, almost afraid he was about to do something wrong.

I closed the distance between us and gave him a hug. “I slept good. It’s finally nice to hang out with you Jake.”

Jake immediately reciprocated the hug, wrapping his arms around me to holding me tightly. “I am honored to have the opportunity to spent the day with you.”

Once we broke apart I held onto his hand, still wanting to show him it’s okay to be close with me. He seemed happy to he holding my hand, smiling down at our two hands and squeezing mine once as a little thank you.

“What are you cooking? It smells amazing!”

Truth be told Marc and Steven weren’t the best cooks. Steven tried to cook but would end up burning whatever it was. He was better at desserts. Marc didn’t know many recipes so he just made a mean sandwich but that was about it. It seems the cooking skills went to Jake.

He lead me over to the stove and showed me what he was cooking. “This is called Pincho De Tortilla. It’s a potato omelette. And for a little breakfast dessert I made mini churros with chocolate.”

My eyes lit up seeing the amazing breakfast. “I can’t wait to try it!”

He then gestured to the picnic basket on the counter. “I’m also filling our basket for the park. That way we can stay later and have a nice lunch together.”

I couldn’t help but smile. Jake seemed just as excited as I was for our day out.

The two of enjoyed the breakfast together. The Pincho De Tortilla was soooooo good! And the churros with the chocolate were the best churros I’ve ever had. All I kept doing was complimenting Jake’s cooking.

Then after an amazing breakfast we started to get ready for the park. I quickly got changed into a nice fall outfit. The weather in London was start to get a little chillier with the leaves starting to change colors.

Once changed into a long sleeve and jeans I ran over to the door and grabbed my shoes. That when I heard Jake clear his throat behind me to get my attention.

I turned around to see him holding my jacket in his hand. “You need your jacket today, it’s windy so it’s a little colder than usual.”

“I’m sure it isn’t that cold. I’ll be fine without it.”

Now normally if this was Steven or Marc they would be telling me how I have to wear it so I don’t catch a cold or that something along those lines.

But Jake just stared me down with that stern look he had earlier. But I’m nothing if not stubborn. So we stayed like that, in a stare off.

Eventually he raised an eye brow to me and held my jacket out for me to take. His look wore me down so I grabbed the coat seeing that there was no way of avoiding it.

“Gracias Princesa.” He winked, going over to grabbed his own coat. He grabbed a long tan coat I’ve never seen Steven or Marc wear.

After he put it on, he grabbed the picnic basket with one hand and took mine in the other. “Ready for the park?” He asked.

“I think I am…wait!” I let go of his hand and ran back to the bedroom. I fished out my hippo Taweret from the blankets. I ran back over to Jake and took his hand again.

He couldn’t help but smile at the sight, “We couldn’t leave without your hippo. What is their name?” He asked as we left the apartment.

“Her name is Taweret like the goddess! Steven got me her from the museum.” I explained, holding her up for Jake to see.

He shook her hand, “It’s an honor to meet you señorita.” I couldn’t help but giggle at the cute interaction.

~~~

We walked across the town to the new park. I held Jake’s hand tightly in my own as we walked down the street.

I couldn’t help but watch Jake as we walked, he was like a statue, stern and stiff. He took in every person who walked by and every car that passed as if something was going to happen at any moment.

But when he turned his gaze to me his features softened. He smiled and held my tightly. It seemed I was the one thing that broke his tough exterior.

Finally we arrived at the new park!! And it looked awesome! Big slides, tons of swings, and a huge play area complete with bridges! It really was as cool as they were saying it was going to be.

There were a couple of Littles like myself playing around on the playset while their Caregivers sat on benches near by.

I couldn’t wait to go already! I kept pulling Jake along! Why was he so slow? He kept laughing saying we will get there soon enough. And soon enough we were! Jake opened the gate and I ran to the playground.

I was halted in my tracks to a sharp whistle. I turned to see Jake was the one to whistle with his mouth, something I didn’t know Steven or Marc could ever do.

I walked back over to Jake as he took a seat on one of the benches near the playground. “I didn’t get a chance to talk to you before you ran off.”

I looked down a bit embarrassed, “Sorry, I got excited.”

Jake smiled, “It is okay pequeño. I just wanted to tell you I will be here if you need anything. I’ll call you in a couple of minutes for lunch. Sound good Princesa?”

I nodded my head and smiled back. Jake pointed to Taweret in my arms, “Are you taking Taweret on your adventures or would you like her to stay with me?”

“She’s going to explore the new playground with me!” After all she was my sidekick!

“Then I shall not hold you back from you adventures any longer. If you need anything I’ll be right here.”

I quickly gave a quickly little hug to Jake before I took off to the playground with Taweret.

I quickly ran up the steps of the main playset and headed for the top slide! Yes, the best way to kickstart this day was to go on the highest slide! I ran across the bridge and climbed the steps to the first level.

There was a second set of steps to the tallest slide but…well…it’s higher than I thought it was going to be. Maybe the first level slide was a good starting point!

So with Taweret in hand, I made my way over to the slide. It’s a green slide with a cover over the top. I sat down with Taweret tightly in my arms and slid down.

The slide was super fun! It twisted the whole way down and had some major speed it it! I’m definitely going to need to try that one again!! And so I did, I ran back up and went back onto the slide for a second and then a third time.

The third time I did there was a line for the slide. The guy in front of me had a stuffie just like me. It looked cool! Like some sort of wolf.

“I like your wolf stuffie.” I managed to say when I worked up the courage to talk to him.

He turned around and smiled, “Thank you! It’s a werewolf!” He told me proudly. “I like your hippo.”

“Thank you! She’s a goddess.” I told him just as proud, holding Taweret up.

“Wow! That’s so cool!” He smiled. “I’m Jack Russel.” He held his hand out to me.

“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you Jack.” I shook his hand.

Then it was Jack’s turn for the slide. He looked at me nervous, “Is this slide scary?”

I shook my head, “Not at all, a little fast but it’s very fun. Trust me.”

Jack nodded and held his werewolf tight to his chest. Then with a deep breath he went down the slide. After I knew it was safe to slide myself I went down and found Jack laughing.

“You’re right! That was fun!” Jack smiled.

Before I got the chance to reply, someone started calling for Jack. He looked over to see his Caregiver calling him over.

“I guess I gotta go. Maybe I’ll see you around here next time! It was nice meeting you Y/N.”

“It was nice meeting you too!”

Jack ran off to his Caregiver and I walked back to the stairs of the playground. I looked over to see Jake still sitting on his bench. He noticed me look over and waved. I smiled and waved back.

Now that I’ve experienced the small slide I think I’ve got the big slide now! So I climbed and climbed to the tallest level of the playground to the tall slide.

Up there was another Little, he seemed a bit older than me. And immediately when I stepped up he seemed to have a problem with me being up there.

“You’re too little for this slide.” He told me.

“No I’m not!” I argued. Who was he to tell me?

“Yes you are! No babies can go on this slide.”

“I can go on this slide, baby or not.” I wasn’t about to have him telling me I couldn’t just because my headspace was younger than his.

“You can’t go on when you have a stupid stuffed animal with you.” And with that he grabbed Taweret from my arms.

Immediately all my confidence left me as he held my stuffed animal in his hand. “Give her back!!” I yelled.

He shook his head, “No I don’t think I will.” He held Taweret above my head as he started to go back down the stairs to the first level of the playset.

I went after him, trying to get Taweret back. “GIVE HER BACK!!” I yelled but he wouldn’t.

He took off to the opposite side of the playset. I ran after him but tripped, falling down hard. He started to get away Taweret in hand.

I started to cry there on the floor. “Papa!!” I yelled out for Jake. I guess subconsciously I already had a nickname for him.

I didn’t see him get up from the bench, but the next thing I knew he was at the other end of the playground. He didn’t even say a word to the other Little, he just stood over him with that stern expression. It looks could kill, this Little would be dead.

He turned white as a ghost as he handed Taweret back over to Jake. Jake continue to glare at him and mutter some choice words in Spanish under his breath, before he made his way over to me.

I stood up and ran over to Jake, grabbing Taweret and hugging him tightly. Tears fell from my eyes as I hid my face against his shoulder.

He held me close and muttered reassurances to me. “You’re okay pequeño. Taweret is safe. You do not have to worry about that mean little mocoso again. He will not bother you again. I’m here, I’ve got you. It’s okay.”

After a moment I broke apart. “I don’t want to play anymore. Can we have lunch?” I asked.

Jake pointed to the big slide, “Weren’t you about to go down the slide before this happened?”

I nodded my head, “I was but I don’t want to anymore, I just wanna have lunch.”

Jake shook his head, “Nonsense! You wanted to go down that slide. Don’t let a bully like him stop you from enjoying it.”

I think Jake could see the conflict still within me so he added, “I’ll go to the bottom and wait for you. I’ll catch you on the way out.” He added with a wink.

I could help but smile, “Okay, I will.” I said proudly. He’s right! I’m not going to let that guy stop me from going down that slide!

Jake smiled back, “I will see you on the way down then.” And with that he left me to go climb to the tippy top.

I climbed and climbed till I was at the very top. I looked down to see Jake waiting for me at the bottom of the slide. So with a deep breath, I take my seat, put Taweret on my lap and push myself off. This slide was long and fast!

Just as I reached the end Jack grabbed hold of me and lifted me into his arms. “There you are my pequeño! You are so brave for going down the big slide! I am so proud of you.”

I giggled and held onto him. “It was fun! Again! Again!”

“Maybe after lunch pequeño, we need to get some food into that tummy of yours.” He said poking my stomach causing me to giggle.

He walked over to the park bench and grabbed the picnic basket before walking toward the greenery and finding a nice spot for us to sit, under the shade of a tree.

I helped him lay out the picnic blanket before we started to dig into our food. Of course Jake made it and of course it tasted amazing. Jake wrapped an arm around me and I leaned against him, just the two of us, enjoying a day out together at the park.

“Thank you for protecting me.” I said after a moment.

“You don’t need to thank me Y/N. It is my honor to be your Caregiver, an honor I do not take lightly. No one and I mean no one will ever harm you while I am around.”

I felt every word so deeply as he told it. He meant it, every word of it. Between him, Steven and Marc I knew it to true.

“You’re an amazing Caregiver Jake. I can’t wait to spend more time with you.” I said causing Jake to really smile. He seemed so honored by the comment.

“We should do this every week! Every Wednesday you and me go to the park together! Would that be okay with Steven and Marc?”

After a slight pause Jake nodded his head. “It’s a plan.” He smiled.

“I’m so happy to have you as my Caregiver Jake.”

“Pequeño, the honor is all mine.” He pulled me tighter to his side.

The two of us just stayed there, sharing our lunch together in an embrace. His arm wrapped around me and my head resting against his shoulder.

The trip to the park was a major success!

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haleyhunwritingss · 2 years ago

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Forget about her (Broken Promises AU!)

Warnings: Dark themes, dark!stucky, dark!wanda, dd/lg

A/N: Okay so this is just an au/drabble and a "what if" situation where Wanda decides she wants reader all to herself. This is NOT the next part of Broken Promises. I was going to post that this week, but I just don't think it's ready yet, so anyways here is a little non-cannon au for you that I wrote 2 hours ago because I couldn't sleep

"Darling, only five minutes more and you're done, no more than that, okay?"

She turned around, smiling and nodding at him before going back to the playground ladder that led up to the slide.

As she made her way to the top of the slide, she looked down and saw Bucky waiting for her at the bottom, beaming up at her with encouragement. She waved at him while returning his smile. She was about to say something to him when she heard a distraught cry from behind her. When she turned around, she saw a boy wailing loudly behind her. At first, she didn't know why, but then she saw his caregiver yelling angrily at him as he walked over to the playground. She flinched at the loud sounds of him yelling and moved further away from the boy.

Bucky grew a little anxious for her as soon as they heard the screaming. He called her name to get her attention, but judging by the look on her face, a panic attack appeared to be on its way, which meant that she was most likely feeling very anxious.

"C'mon princess, you got this. Then we can go home because Dada is starving." His remark made her softly giggle, and she placed herself onto the top of the slide, ready to slide down, but as soon as she looked down, her eyesight began to blur.

"Doll? Are you okay?" She could hear Bucky's voice calling out for her but all she could focus on was stopping the aching waves of excruciating pain running through her head.

You need to leave now. Ask for help. Scream. Cry. Do something. Anything. Please...

No! Stop it! T-they love me! Th-they take c-c-care of me!

No. They don't. Stop believing their lies.

P-please stop it! It hurts! It hurts so much...Please I can't take it anymore...just let me be happy...

I'm trying to protect you. It will hurt so much more if you don't leave now.

Stop it! Stop it! Y-you're hurting me! Stop it!

"Sweetness, stop what?! What's going on?" She noticed her Daddy was crouched down next to her, staring at her with concern in his eyes.

How much did he hear? Did he now believe she was crazy? This was the second time he caught her talking to herself as if there was someone there, but there wasn't.

She looked down, feeling guilty for making him so worried, and noticed that her hands and pants were stained with dried tears. When did she start crying? And why hadn't she stopped crying? There was no doubt that she was the centre of attention for the entire park at the moment.

"P-please make it stop...it h-hurts s-so much...it hurts...I-I-I ca-can't take any more of this please just stop it!"

"Doll, what's wrong? Is everything okay?" Knowing how uncomfortable all this attention was for her, her Dada had walked over to her and picked her up to take her back to the car.

"Is it your head again, sweetheart?" All she could do was nod and let her teary face fall into the crook of his neck. He gave her a small frown before helping her in getting into the backseat. He threw the car keys at Steve before getting in behind her and slamming the car door shut behind him. Steve sighed and climbed into the driver's seat, glancing in the rearview mirror to see Bucky trying his best to comfort their little girl.

"Sweetheart, it'll be okay soon I promise everything will work out."

Steve winced as her cries grew louder, signalling that the pain had only gotten more intense. Where the fuck was Wanda? He'd attempted to call her several times in the last few weeks but had gotten no response. There was one time when he could've sworn he heard her voice coming from his girl's room in the middle of the night, but he chalked it up to sleep deprivation. Is it possible that she was actually there? No, why would she sneak in rather than calling Steve?

"Steve, watch out!" Bucky's voice managed to snap him out of his thoughts, and he quickly veered right when he realized he'd been so entangled in his thoughts that he nearly crashed the car.

Bucky rolled his eyes and muttered a warning before continuing to soothe and comfort his little girl while Steve whispered a hasty apology. Steve breathed a sigh of relief when he noticed that his girl's crying had subsided into quiet sniffles and that the colour of her eyes had changed back from scarlet red to their original colour.

"Alright we're home."

Steve placed his book on the nightstand and sat up in bed, leaning against the headboard. Something was going on, but he couldn't figure out what it was. Given how tired he was, he decided that it would be an issue for tomorrow. He leaned over to kiss his partner goodnight when he remembered he was alone and Bucky was asleep on the couch. He couldn't understand why Bucky was so upset with him when all he had done was try to fix his mess. If they both agreed that bringing in Wanda was the best option, how come Steve was taking all the blame?

He grumbled quietly as he stood from his bed to make his way downstairs, but as he walked by his girl's bedroom, he could hear her adoring soft chuckles. The faint glows of dark red energy were oozing out from under the door. He opened the door quietly and spotted Wanda sitting next to his girl, feeding her a bottle and playfully tickling her every now and then. The redheaded woman appeared to have captivated his girl, who was interacting with her in a genuine manner rather than acting falsely polite and obedient with Steve and Bucky. He did notice, though, that her eyes had transformed back to scarlet red. She was under Wanda's control, and his heart wrenched at the notion of her being in anguish as a result of her inability to control her own mind at the time. Maybe Wanda's presence was the explanation for her absence of cries of pain.

"You know it's impolite to stare, Steve." Despite speaking venomously, Wanda didn't avert her gaze from the little girl's beaming face. She mimicked his girl's nose scrunch, which made her giggle and cover her face.

"Wanda, get away from her. I won't ask you again." He moved closer to them, only to be pulled back by a metal arm that held his wrist. He turned to see Bucky standing there, staring at him intently while clutching his wrist hard.

"Don't worry, I didn't need the little red book to control him. However, he may not be the winter soldier again, but if you try to take my baby away from me I can promise you I won't hesitate to bring him back."

Wanda gently slid her off her lap before getting out of bed and lifting her up. Steve was certain that he could feel his heart shattering as he watched his girl firmly clinging to Wanda and resting her head on Wanda's shoulder. Wanda approached him and touched his forehead with her hand.

"It'll be easier if you forget about her. Although, if you promise never to come looking for her, I'll leave those precious memories in place."

"Don't. Don't you dare."

She smiled and moved her hand up to play with his hair gently.

"I won't. And don't worry about James, he'll be okay by tomorrow morning. He won't remember much so you'll have to fill him in on what happened."

"Why are you doing this? You were supposed to help us."

"I did help you. But things have changed since then...I realized I won't be able to get my boys back..." Wanda briefly looked down while attempting to fight back tears.

"So you're taking her instead? What the fu-" Steve groaned as Bucky's foot landed on the back of his knee, cutting him off.

"Forget about her. If you don't then just know that James will pay the price."

And with that she was gone, taking every trace of his girl with her. He couldn't believe he wouldn't be able to see her smile ever again. He couldn't believe how badly he'd fucked up. How would he explain this to Bucky?

#daddy!bucky #daddy!steve #daddy!stucky x little!reader #brokenpromisesau!#marvel little fic

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yanderecrazysie · 3 years ago

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Munchausen by proxy Akaashi x y/n

Okay, so I had to look this up and I remembered that there was this irl case that they made into a movie, so a lot of this story is lowkey based on some things I remember from that story.

I probably will portray this inaccurately so please forgive me if I do! Please understand that I do not take mental health lightly and no offense is meant to anyone.

Because this usually happens between a caregiver and person in their care, I struggled with how to make that happen, since I didn’t want to make him a dad/stepdad. I eventually settled on having Akaashi be a medical caretaker of sorts and a physical therapist.

Even though there's no NSFW, in this AU the characters are adults, since it makes more sense for the plot anyways.

(Notice based on recent events: Any rude comments, “constructive criticism”, and comments to make me feel worse about my writing in any way are not wanted and will lead to the commenter/asker being blocked.)

Title: Cleanse

Pairings: Akaashi

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, swearing, Munchausen by proxy (possibly inaccurately portrayed), controlling behavior, mentions of mild starvation (withholding food)/significant weight loss, drugging (as in giving medication the reader doesn’t need), the reader has a bad injury, Akaashi is really paranoid

Summary: You don’t think there’s anything wrong with you, other than your healing legs. Your physical therapist strongly disagrees.

cleanse

/verb/

make (something, especially the skin) thoroughly clean.

“You’re losing weight.”

It wasn’t a question nor was it something you wanted to hear. Not something you deserved to hear. Not from Akaashi, at least.

Whose fault was that? You want to ask that question. Why do you act worried when you’re the one who won’t let me eat as much?

You aren’t the type to confront others, and you’re sure that’s one reason Akaashi took advantage of your situation so easily. With your parents urging you to be grateful to him for all the extra help he gives you and the knowledge that they’re paying an obscene amount of money for him to do so makes you bite your tongue.

You’re positive that if you complained about Akaashi too much, your parents would make you pay for your own physical therapy and help you desperately needed. There’s no way in hell you could afford a physical therapist on your own with how empty your bank account is.

Internally, you cursed Akaashi. Externally, you thanked him for his concern with as little sarcasm as you could manage.

After all, he was the one that cleaned out your refrigerator and cabinets, wasting the majority of your food supplies, claiming that you were too sick to eat this or that and you couldn’t gain too much weight right now.

Why? You wanted to beg him for an answer, but you knew from experience that the answer you got wouldn’t be satisfactory. His reasoning was filled with delusions he was so adamant about you were nearly swept away by his strong beliefs.

You didn’t feel sick. The only thing wrong with you was your damn legs.

You didn’t look sick. At least, not until Akaashi started interfering with your life.

“It’s time for your medication.” Your protests fell on deaf ears as the dark-haired man opened one of the many pill bottles he’d prescribed for you.

“He’s a doctor. He knows best.” Your mom always insisted that, if he thought you needed pills, you needed pills.

But this wasn’t pain medication. It wasn’t some sort of muscle-strengthening pills for your legs. These were pills that made you feel sicker and weaker with each dosage.

He was your physical therapist, not your doctor. You were positive he wasn’t licensed to diagnose you with all the complicated, obscure diseases he’d decided you were afflicted with.

But every doctor appointment you scheduled was always mysteriously cancelled. Not that you could get there on your own. It was already hard enough to get around using your wheelchair, but with Akaashi’s misguided “healing”, you could barely move around the house on your own.

The more you weakened, the more you needed his help. And the more you needed his help, the happier he seemed. But it wasn’t just about control, you could tell that much. His worry was genuine, and he was entirely convinced that you were sick.

In a way, it was sweet. He doted on you and seemed so concerned about every change in your health. What wasn’t sweet was what his concern had turned him into.

It was a vicious cycle: his “cures” made you sicker, and you getting sicker made him try to treat your “illnesses” even more. No matter how much you tried to prove you were strong and healthy, it was never enough. And your attempts only grew less and less convincing as your health began to fail.

“I don’t need the medication,” you said, voice weak and trembling. There wasn’t a chance in hell Akaashi would listen to you, but it felt wrong to go down without a fight. Every time you followed his instructions without a word against it, it felt like you’d completely lost.

You’d always lose against Akaashi, you’d learned that long ago, but at least, this way, you could say that you tried. You could say that you said “no” and he didn’t listen to you. You could say you did your best against someone much more powerful than you were.

“You do need it,” Akaashi continued extracting pills from the bottles. He’d added another one this time, which made 22 different medications in all. “You’re sick (Y/n), I’m just doing what’s best for you.”

With your head hung low in defeat and a tear slipping down your cheek, Akaashi pried open your stubbornly clenched jaw and placed the first pill on your tongue and a glass of water at your lips, pouring it down through your helpless throat.

You choked on the liquid and capsule, fighting until the end to keep it in your mouth. Not that it would matter, when Akaashi immediately inspected the inside of your mouth, even checking under your tongue to be safe.

Your only reward for fighting back was a bitter taste. Both literally from the medication and figuratively from defeat.

“I’m doing this because I love you.” Akaashi’s voice was soft this time as he said it. “I couldn’t bear to lose you.”

Your heart caught in your throat at those words. He’d always said “I’m doing this because I care” but this time…

He loved you?

It certainly seemed true, with the way his fingers gently carded through your hair and his lips pressed so intimately to your forehead.

He’d never shown this much affection before and, looking up at his face, his normally passive expression was screwed up with emotion. Unshed tears shone in his eyes as his grip around your waist tightened as though he couldn’t bear to let you go, even for a second.

“You need me!”

It wasn’t a suggestion nor was it a question. His desperation bled out through his tone and expression, the true terror behind his insecurities and concerns about your health felt like it was finally being shown to you clearly.

“I can’t let you die!”

Choked up with emotion, voice cracking from the conviction.

“I need you!”

Grip tightening to the point of pain, eyes wildly searching for something inside you.

“I’ll keep you safe, no matter what it takes.”

Why? Why didn’t he understand that you were safe? That you were safer before he decided that you weren’t? That his help was even worse than if he’d just left you alone?

His only job was to aid in the strengthening of your legs. The only healing he was meant to do was in your lower limbs.

How did it come to this? Why were you struggling to even move your wheelchair instead of learning to walk again?

Akaashi embraced you, tears wetting the top of your head as he whispered softly into your hair. You caught words here and there, all voicing his worries and distress.

“I think it’s time for me to move in full-time to monitor your health, don’t you?”

#yandere #yandere oneshot #yandere one shot #oneshot #one shot #haiykuu!!#yandere haikyuu #akaashi keiji #yandere akaashi

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secretbangtnn · 4 years ago

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Best Of Me | One

Pairings : →ot7 x reader, poly!BTS x reader

Genre : → vampireau, yandere!au, age gap, gore, obsessive behavior, ddlg/caregiver, poly, fantasy, supernaturals

summary : It’s quite unusual to find a little baby on your doorstep, especially that their area was not of the poorest - you could say that a vampire town was efficient with money and snobby creatures. However over time the first idea of just giving back the little girl seems more and more radical and those moody vampires slowly start perceiving deeper feelings to human they even wanted to kill.

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So im not really as happy as i wanted to be with this chapter, but its the first one that i needed to translate. Suprisingly Its easier for me to write the whole thing myslef than translating it from my native language. + Remember to leave something and im happy to say that we can start an ask game with the characters from my books

Surprisingly this day was awfully ugly for such a beautiful season. Heavy rain was falling on the ground creating the big sheets of wall with those millions droplets that practically covered the whole view outside of the freshly cleaned window.

Tired sigh pierced the quiet, as for the household members, house only causing the weird tension to increase that was there from the early morning. Dark hair of the boy moved with him, now facing the cold, wet window.

Hyung…” Groaned the boy crashing on the couch closing the eyes in the process a little frustrated. Walking just next to him, a little taller man with bright yellow hair, looked at the dark haired one with a tired stare.

“I don’t have time Jungkook, go torture Yoongi or something.” A snort came out of the older one after the not so innocent proposition, as he kept carrying the big basket full of clothes.

And again he was alone. The youngest of the brothers, being the one who never knew what to do with his free time, wandering in the halls and every couch he could spot in their cosy house. His dark chocolate hair falling on his face, a little too long for his liking, but he was too lazy to actually do something with them.

Again that not happy groan left his lips, and wriggling similar to a child that did not get a toy he wanted, in the end forcing him to sit on the couch with a big pout. It was not normal in this household, the whole quiet and calm act, especially considering the residents he shared the home with.

They are more similar to animals than gentelems that appreciate a quiet time. So the weird atmosphere was definitely an unsettling thing for the youngest.

Again looking at the dark view outside the window, he tried to see the cause of all of this. Completely as if something was meant to happen, like the quiet before the storm.

And let me tell you, Jungkooks 6th sense never fails. Just as he thought that maybe just maybe this time he was wrong, a ring echoed in the whole household.

“Someone is gonna open it?!” He shouted being too irritated to even do it himself, despite being the closest to the doors.

Of course, nobody answered. So angry he was at this moment he got up from a nice cozy couch and with heavy steps he came to the big chunk of the wood.

He opened the door not that gently, mumbling an annoyed “what?”

So how irritated he got when he saw nothing, a void, the same doorstep and gate that stood there everyday, now with a big wall of rain to spice up the view. He looked around, now a little confused, while thinking that maybe someone was in the mood for jokes. But how stupid the idea of that was when he remebered, that for his hundreds years of living in this world the first time that actually someone managed to make fun of him was today.

And oh god he started to get so pissed.

So imagine how shocked he was when just before he closed the door he heard a really unusual sound coming from his feets. Unhappy sobs rang in the quiet afternoon immediately attracting his attention.

The young vampire was more than shocked, looking at the child in the pille of pastel colored blankets. Small sobs now increased in a big crocodile's tears with disturbing sounds of the kids crying.

“”No, no, no, please be quiet, we don’t want to wake up the old, ugly, moody grandpa. do we?” He panicked, whispering the words to the child that now laid in his arms. He just prayed that the actual old vampire really didn't take up because of the cries.

As the kid started to calm down, he stared at it with an unreadable emotion. It was a weird feeling, holding the delicate creature in his arm, knowing that just one wrong move, and the child would never cry again.

So what was that feeling that stirred down his stomach as the little creature grabbed his finger with a big open mouth. The sick emotion only made him panic even more, while looking back inside the house.

He decidied,. Sneaking was nothing new for his ninja move, and he strongly believed in his skills of not getting caught with a surprise in his arms. In the end the spiderman socks were a good choice, as their soft material made nearly no sound on the floor.

His stress level went higher with each step that brought him closer to the room that he knew he could not miss. The sound of a knife and cutting rung in his ears is similar to the music in horror music he likes to watch, now making him understand a feeling of pure fear.

Eyes closed while praying that the blonde man won’t turn around catching him in his act. But how wrong he was to believe in such a miracle. Nothing and absolutely gets past Kim Seokjin.

“Jeon Jungkook…” He died, completely freezing in place. Not opening his eyes he waited thinking that maybe it was just his head messing with him, and the blonde boy never actually turned to him. “What have you done again. If I need to clean the mess once again from the ketchup, I'm not going to…”

And as Jungkook thought that nothing can go worse, the little chil laughed a happy giggle while making the grabby hands for his bracelet.

“Jungkook?...What exactly are you holding?” The question like a knife cutted the heavy atmosphere in half. The silence just after that louder than everything he has heard before. He was even sure that he felt his nonexisting heart stopping. “Did you fucking steall a child?! I can’t be…”

“No! It’s not like that I swear I found it on our doorstep.”

“Do you really think think I am that stupid? How even the child could just appear there hm? Rolled there or better flyed on its plush unicorn?”

“Hyung, please you are going to wake up others.” He didn’t even hesitate to beg, looking at the blonde with such terrified eyes. The child in his arms happily munching on his bracelet completely unaware of the tension.

“Why would I care about others! You brought a child Jungkook, how can i be calm!?”

Dark haired unconsciously looked around with gritted teeth, now just waiting for the rest to appear. And he did not need to wait long, as just after he looked back at the blonde, someone came from the other side of the kitchen door.

Tall man with peachy hair and raspy voice, trying to get rid of the rest of his sleep, now scratching his head with confused expressions. Who wouldn’t be confused in this place, seeing a literal child in a house full of old vampires.

“What is this mess all about? You know what hour it is?” Said the tallest one. Blondie one only snorted as if offended while crossing his arms. “What?”

“Nothing.” Oldest mumbled irritated. The tallest only raised his brow, and repeated the question once again. Jungkook being now forgotten with the child trying to catch his attention with little sounds. “You dare to remind me of the hour?! Do you know how many nights I didn’t sleep because of you! If I just could silence you for good, you would have long ago ended like the voldemort, yes i'm talking about that nose of yours”

The taller one immediately touched his nose gasping not believing in what he just heard, now trying to silently disappear from the harash stare of his older brother.

As the peach hired one hid behind a counter, the attention now came back to the snaking Jungkook. More pairs of footsteps rang in the quietness of the home, slowly showing other people.

“Jin-hyung is angry again? What happened I want to see.” Announced the newcomer, sliding on his perfectly white socks.

“Who is angry here?! You want to see how angry I can be you...you…”

“You silly goose?”

“No that's to lame.”

“Dipshit?”

“You dipshit! Thank you Namjoon.” He finished with a red face. The newcomer only rolled his eyes, while making the shortest of the brothers that came with him laugh.

“Since everyone is here…” The tallest started.

“Wait, where is Yoongi.” Asked the red haired one, while leaning on the counter with a mysteriously made coffee.

“Here.” All of them shouted, hearing the sudden voice, and seeing the new person that appeared with a lightning of thunder. “So what’s this mess about?”

Everyone in the room simultaneously looked at the dark haired boy that immediately stopped in his tracks hoping for some power that could help him disappear. All the eyes slowly drifted down his arms, now staring at a bundle of blankets that started to move as if it knew of the attention.

“What is that?” Asked the tallest looking straight at the irritated blonde.

“Don’t ask me, I’m not the one that gives such a stupid example, making those idiots steal children.”

The kitchen is now again quiet, all the eyes on the little creature in the arms of the youngest. Only sound now being the child starting to sob again, making everyone tense.

“Shut it up you morons.” Said second oldest, annoyed at the loud cries. The blonde didn’t waste time, knowing how bad noise is for the black haired. Small body now shuddering because of the sobbing making the oldest coo at the little child.

His arms soon hold the bundle of blanket, trying to calm the kid down with his baby voice. It wasn’t hard to get lost in its eyes, them being mysterious and full of innocence, drawing up the blonde one. His big hand now on its red cheek, trying to feel the texture of the soft skin under his fingers.

And as the cries never happened, the child started giggling again trying to grab Seokjin hands with such a beautiful smile. It was a really soft sight to see making them all calm and giddy inside. But as the child opened its mouth Seokjin's smiles disappeared.

“What the matter?” Asked Namjoon a little bit taken aback by the change of his hyungs mood. The oldest only looked back at the rest of them with a terrified expression.

“It's a human.”

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moonlit-reveriee · 4 years ago

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Hi there luv! Hoping you're doing good! . I'd just like to drop by n ask... do you do requests for techno au characters? Coz if so,can I request a sir billiam x reader please? Preferably she/her pronouns thank you <3

Akin to Royalty

sir billiam x fem!reader

this is my first time writing for sir billiam (and i ended up writing a lot more than i expected) so i hope you enjoy my interpretation of him!

content warning // implied NSFW, though the story itself is SFW

listen to this while you read: Hell by Olivver the Kid

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You lived in a small town in the middle of nowhere. Or, well, you used to at least. The place was dry, lonely, but the few people who lived there called it home.

Everything was peaceful and quiet, until one day a mysterious stranger rolled into town. He rode on a dark stallion, and immediately made his way towards the bank. You stood at the opposite side of the road, and briefly made eye contact with him. It was difficult to see from that distance, but you swear you saw his formal demeanor falter for just a moment.

Minutes after the man entered, there were screams emanating from the building as he jumped onto his horse’s back, sacks of money slung across his shoulder and a young child clutched in his arm. He was about kick his horse into a full gallop, but his head turned and laid eyes on you once again.

Suddenly, he was right in front of you. His arm stretched out towards you, offering an open hand for you to take.

“Come with me”, he said quickly. His eyes were locked on yours, despite the approaching sounds of the whole village coming to stop him. You weren’t sure what drove you to make the decision you did that day. Maybe it was pure impulse, or possibly even boredom. But you took his hand and allowed him to hoist you into a seated position behind him.

With a swift kick and a yell, the horse was sprinting out of town at an almost impossible speed. You wrapped your arms around the man’s torso to prevent from falling, and watched as your old home faded from view.

The sun was low in the sky when he finally came to a stop. You were in a dense forest, just on the outskirts of a clearing in the trees. Peering though the leaves, you could barely make out the shape of what appeared to be... a mansion?

“Here, let me help you down”, he said, holding his arms up to you from where he stood on the ground.

“... Tell me your name first.”

He almost scoffed at your response, “You’re the one who hopped on a horse with a complete stranger. I should be asking you the same thing.”

“You first then”, you retorted. You weren’t sure why you were being so bold with him, but he seemed amused by it.

“I am Sir Billiam”, he surrendered, “and who might you be my lady?”

“[y/n].”

“[y/n]”, he repeated as if he were tasting the word between his lips, “well, I assume you will be living here for a period of time. Allow me to show you around?”

You placed your hands on Sir Billiam’s shoulders and allowed him grab your waist as he lifted you off the horse’s back and onto the ground. A small group of what appeared to be servants had already come to meet him outside. They gathered up the sacks of money, the horse, and the child and took them inside. You, however, were lead inside by Billiam himself.

Billiam’s mansion was lavish. The largest building you had ever seen. He lead you to one of the large sleeping chambers that would become your bedroom. You were introduced to the all of the staff, and told what time each meal was served.

Billiam also explained he would like you to help out with a few tasks that needed to be done around the place. He offered you the job of primary caregiver for the child from your village, which you accepted.

That was how you spent your days going forward. You and the young boy would wander the halls of the mansion, playing games and helping him with his studies. Billiam would sometimes leave for business, but you and him would always meet for meals throughout the day. It became a comfortable routine, and multiple months had passed in the blink of an eye.

One day, you and Billiam were eating dinner alone together. The child had gone up to bed early. The two of you ate in comfortable silence, until Sir Billiam suddenly spoke up.

“I will be hosting a ball in about a week’s time. Would you like to attend?”

You were a little shocked by his offer. He had hosted a couple parties during your time here, but you had always assumed it wasn’t the place for you and stayed out of the way.

“Won’t you need me to watch the kid?”, you asked.

“I can have someone else watch him for the night”, he responded simply, “plus, I would like for you to be there.”

You carefully pondered over his words. He really wanted you to be there? You couldn’t understand why. You were just a small town girl who’d runaway from her home. What made you fit to attend a ball on the level of opulence as Sir Billiam’s?

“Can I ask you a question before I make my decision?”, you spoke up after a few moments of silence. He gave you a nod, indicating for you to continue.

“Why did you ask me to come with you? That day, in my old town...”

He paused for a second before answering, “I knew I would need someone to look after the child. Who better than someone from his hometown?”

You hummed in acknowledgment of his answer. It was a good enough reason, you supposed.

“But that’s not the only reason”, he continued, standing up from his seat. He strode across the room, coming to a stop and leaning against your side of the table. With gloved hands, he placed a finger on your chin and gently lifted it.

“You can clearly see the environment I live in.... I like to surround myself with beautiful things.”

His finger lingered on your chin before slowly pulling away. Your breath caught in your throat as he turned to leave the room, shoes clacking against the hard dining room floor.

“I already have a dress in mind for you”, he called out with his back turned as he pushed his way through the swinging double doors. They closed behind him with a resounding thud. You sat in silence, trying to collect your thoughts as a servant rushed in to clear away Billiam’s plate.

A week later, you exited your sleeping chambers wearing the fanciest dress you’d ever seen. Billiam presented it to you the moment you agreed, having his seamstresses make any adjustments you desired. It fit you perfectly, with elaborate silver jewelry to match.

The party was already underway when you entered the ballroom. There were a countless number of people gathered in the room, all dressed elaborately. You felt a little out of place, but brushed the feeling aside and scanned the room for Sir Billiam. You found him talking to a small group of people, dressed in his dark and gold formal attire.

When he glanced to the side and caught sight of you, he was halted mid conversation. As he stared at you, time seemed to slow. He raised a hand to excuse himself from the group, and began making long strides towards where you stood.

“Hello, my dear”, he said with a smile, looking down at you and drinking in your appearance. His expression was strong enough to almost make you shy away, but you stood strong and held his gaze despite the blush rising to your cheeks.

He offered up an open palm for you to place your hand upon. When you did, he leaned down and placed a kiss on the back of your palm. He lingered there with closed eyes for what seemed to be an inappropriately long time, but eventually parted and released your hand back to you.

“You look absolutely gorgeous”, he spoke almost reverently. You blushed at the way he spoke about you. He looked gorgeous as well, though you were still too embarrassed to admit that.

“I’ve never been to a party like this before”, you said, unsure of what else to say. He offered out his arm, which you took instinctually.

“You can stay by my side the whole night if you’d like”.

With that, he lead you out into the crowd, rejoining with the group he had been talking to previously. The rest of your night was spent being introduced to people by Billiam, listening in on conversation, and drinking fancy bubbling wine. Once you felt more comfortable, Billiam would occasionally leave the central ballroom with small groups of people at a time. You assumed he was giving select individuals a personal tour of his mansion.

As the party was beginning to wind down, you exited the ballroom. You just needed a moment away from the crowds. The gentle string music was muffled, but still able to heard as you walked down a nearby empty hall way. As you turned the corner, you happen to see Sir Billiam himself standing at the other end. He seemed distracted, but quickly caught sight of you and turned to walk in your direction.

“Hello my dear”, he said breathlessly once he reached you, “is everything alright?”

“Yes, I’m fine. I just wanted a moment to myself.” He nodded in understanding, clasping his hands behind his back as if he didn’t know what to do with them.

“I hope you have enjoyed yourself tonight, [y/n]”, he spoke almost nervously.

“I have”, you reassured him, “I would have left way earlier if I didn’t.”

He gave a hearty chuckle, “I am glad to hear that. Hopefully, you can attend more parties in the future. If you’d like to, of course.”

You smiled at him, “I would like that, I think.”

There was silence between the two of you. Billiam opened and closed his mouth, as if he were about to say something, but started rethinking his words midway though.

“[y/n]... I feel like doing something rather foolish”, he said quietly as he took a subtle step closer to you.

“What is it?”, you asked, taking a small step towards him as well.

Suddenly, the smooth fabric of his glove was against your cheek as he brought your lips up to his. You froze in surprise for just a moment before unconsciously melting into him, allowing him to take the lead as he kissed you. Once you started to kiss back, his other hand was placed against your lower back, drawing you even closer to him.

The two of you eventually parted, both slightly shocked and gasping for breath. He looked into your eyes, and you saw as his expression faltered for just a moment. The hand on your cheek pulled away, leaving a small spot on your face feeling.. wet?

“What is it?”, you asked as he looked at you strangely.

“N-nothing”, he said, turning his head downward to rummage through his pockets. “Must have spilt some wine on my glove”, he muttered as he pulled out a handkerchief and proceeded to gentle dab it against your cheek.

You watched as he quickly shoved the handkerchief back in his pocket, just barely able to make out a small red stain before it disappeared. At the same time, he pulled the soiled glove off with his teeth and placed it within the same pocket.

“Now”, he said, returning his half-lidded gaze back to you, “with that distraction taken care of...”

His lips were back on yours, though this time he used the force of his body to gently press your back against the wall. He kissed you so fiercely it left your head spinning. You gripped the fabric on the back of his coat in an attempt to ground yourself.

“You’re so beautiful, my love”, he spoke adoringly against your skin as his lips traveled down your jaw and onto the graceful line of your neck, “ever since I saw you in that village, I knew I wanted you here with me.”

You tilted your head back against the wall, bringing your hands up to run through his soft pink locks. He nibbled on the skin where your neck curved into your shoulder, causing you to gasp out in a way that sounded a little too sensual. The way he chuckled against your skin sent shivers down your spine.

Eventually his lips left your skin, causing you to pout ever so slightly. Suddenly, he grasped both of your hands in his and got down on one knee in front of you.

“[y/n]... please”, he looked up at you with a pleading expression, “stay with me here. I understand if you only planned to stay here temporarily, but I want you to live here with me. I’ll will provide and care for you to the best of my ability. Anything you could ever want or need, you will have. We will live akin to royalty, and you will be the queen of our domain... and of me.”

You stood in front of him, mouth slightly parted in shock. I was undeniable that you and Billiam had formed some sort of bond during the past few months. Though you weren’t sure what kind of bond it was until now. There was attraction there as well. Billiam was quite handsome, and he clearly found you to be beautiful. Beautiful enough to be picked up and taken away in the middle of a bank robbery.

The day you left your village, you weren’t sure what motivated you to do it. After thinking on it for a long time, you concluded that maybe you were seeking out some much needed excitement in your life.

And something about the way Billiam looked at you was very exciting.

“Yes, Billiam... I will be your queen.”

He was on his feet again, wrapping his arms around you and bringing his lips to yours once again. Neither of you even bothered to say goodbye to any of the guests that night. He continued to kiss you as he led you through the quiet halls of his mansion, escorting you to his bed chambers for the night.

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thank you to this anon for giving me my first ever request!

like i said earlier, i ended up writing SO MUCH more for this than i expected to, which was kinda cool. i ended up being very inspired by the storyline i came up with

anyways, i hope you enjoyed it! <3

-moonlight

#sir billiam #sir billiam x reader #mcyt x reader #techno x reader #technoblade x reader #c!sir billiam

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shurisneakers · 4 years ago

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shut in [12]

Summary: When your high profile mission goes terribly wrong, you’re forced to hide in a safehouse with a man you’ve never met before. With seemingly nowhere else to go, you’re forced to work together to figure out who is trying to have you assassinated before it’s too late. (Sam Wilson x Reader, Hitman AU)

Warnings: anxiety, ptsd, abuse, death

Word count: 2.7k

A/N: two more chapters to go after this + an epilogue i haven’t written yet fdkjghdfkhg. things pick up next chapter don’t worry. i’d love to know your favourite parts so far if you have any!!

i also appreciate feedback so if you would like to, please consider dropping me an ask or comment ly guys!

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Previous Part || Shut In Masterlist

Your first home, from what you could remember, was the overcrowded hall you shared with kids in and around your age.

There was too much noise. Always too much noise.

Even when the children were in their classes, there was always someone whose cries you could hear in the distance when they realised they had nowhere else to go, peals of laughter during lunch breaks, excited whispers when someone came to visit, nervous excuses when belongings went missing.

The orphanage you were brought up in was no place for a child. It was underfunded and an utterly miserable sight. But you made your first friends there. A fiery redhead and a boy who resembled a puppy with his shiny blonde hair and blue eyes. Their names escaped you now.

Within structured schedules and learning to stow away candy left behind by volunteers so that they weren’t taken away by others, you found relief. You didn’t have a family. Caregivers came and went more than the seasons changed. But maybe what the girl and boy gave you came close. As close as six year olds could get, anyway.

They were picked before you. The red head left first, and a few months later was the last you saw of the boy. You often wondered where they were, how they were doing. You never truly got answers, but it wasn’t like you went searching.

You waited another year. They didn’t return. By then a man with a leather jacket who suspiciously wore sunglasses indoors had filled out the paperwork for you and two other kids. You had never interacted with them before until then. A few years down the line you were the only one of the three that remained anyway.

Your second house was in a dark hall. You weren’t allowed to roam around on your own; no one cared if you were 8 or 18. If you needed to be out of the way, you’d be out.

The man who pulled you out of the orphanage you never saw again. A secret adoption, you found out years later, so that no one would know of your existence. All the paperwork he filled out would have mysteriously been destroyed. To the world, you never existed and outside the organisation you were simply another kid who slipped through the cracks.

He disappeared after you were introduced to another who looked to be in his late twenties. He nicknamed you Buttercup, introducing you as the newest member of his cartel. He told you you were delicate, that he’d give you purpose you didn’t think you could have.

The room was inconceivably small. It barely squeezed in a bed and a small closet with a few changes of clothes. It was dark and congested but it enamoured you. Something to yourself. You didn’t have to fight over it with others who had just as little as you.

The man let you hang around with him. He’d show you the artillery, the large fighting rings with men in them beating each other half to death, the rooms he’d hold meetings with where the lighting was a little darker than the rest. He said it made him look menacing and they needed that where he was working. You giggled.

You found a home with the man who was razor sharp and acidic but insisted it was out of love. You wanted to impress him so badly; begged him to let you in the ring, to wield a gun. He’d only shake his head no, saying that he was waiting for the right time.

For two years you were invited to see what would happen if someone disappointed him. Your first encounter with death was a man who had dared to run away. A bullet in his head later you realised that was the best way to kill someone. His favourite way. And you just wanted to be his favourite.

He didn’t take it easier just because you were ten. He only stopped them from fully killing you.

“All these broken bones will heal,” he had said, “but you will always remember the pain. The minute you forget, it will happen again.”

So you didn’t forget. You observed and tried, and kicked yourself twice for every one mistake you made. Every time you’d look towards him for approval, he’d shake his head and point out everything wrong. You hated it. You hated it so fucking much.

The rage you kept building had only one outlet, the one he provided. So it became instinct. It was all you knew.

You found a home with a man you wanted to impress so bad, you never stopped to ask for what. To him, it was repayment for giving you purpose.

When you were fourteen you realised that no, the feeling in your stomach wasn’t from the previous week’s sparring session. It was butterflies. And for the grumpy new kid nonetheless.

He was your age, but missing an arm and couldn’t remember how or why. You didn’t ask him many questions. He was silent, and a little grouchy, which you didn’t like. But you did like when he offered his hand to you after a fight and you did like the nice smile he occasionally had.

You found a new home with his silent company and non-judgemental looks. He always seemed a little sad, like he was searching for something else. He was an excellent marksman and wasn't bad at hand to hand either.

He’d hang around your new room, one that was bigger than your initial place. You’d talk about new techniques you picked up. He talked about how he wished he remembered where he came from.

He was a friend. You needed one.

You remembered the night you were roughly shaken awake to the same boy saying he was going to be taken in the morning to the other centre. A permanent shift for reasons he didn’t know.

You didn’t get a chance to ask how or why, but in the flurry of him explaining that he had to go before someone noticed he left his room, he pressed a kiss to your lips in a rushed goodbye and ran back to the darkness. You were dazed for the rest of the night. You didn’t see him in the morning.

When you asked Ransone why he was gone, he mutely said that he was a distraction. You couldn’t afford one. He didn’t explain any further, no matter how much you begged.

Similar friends found themselves entering and exiting your life just as this boy did. You stopped keeping track. It hurt too much to wake up one morning to learn they weren’t there. You wondered why the influx of kids never stopped if you weren’t supposed to be friends with them.

You realised years later that they were sent there to be ripped away from you as soon as possible. To toughen you up.

He wouldn’t get rid of something immediately, not if it could be used to hurt you.

Your first mission was when you were fifteen. It was a small time thing; go threaten a man in his house so that he thought twice before crossing Ransone again. You did exactly as you were told, except while you were leaving you heard the cocking of a gun. You spun around and shot him in the shoulder, temporarily disabling him as you left. He cowered on the ground.

You couldn't find anyone as you stumbled back to the centre. There wasn’t a friend who you could vent to. All you had was Ransone. He congratulated you on your first shot, ignoring the trembling of your body and the redness that rimmed your eyes.

You realised that his approval didn’t mean so much to you anymore. If your only purpose was to harm, it wasn’t what you wanted. Not like you had a choice.

Then there was Scott, only brought in for minor things like breaking and entering. He was a funny one and you found yourself spending more and more time with him whenever he did show up. You pulled away when you realised that he was going to end up gone like the rest of the people when Ransone realised that you were paying more attention to him than you should.

He was a sneaky one though; climbed in during nights only to disappear by dawn before anyone saw. He was infectiously light, different from the darkness you were used to seeing. You sought out his brightness, his warmth and he happily gave it to you in unlit corridors and midnight trips that had your adrenaline spiking.

Scott lasted longer than anyone else. They didn’t consider him important enough to pay attention to and he never gave them any chance of doing it. He was, what you wanted to believe, your first love. Or what it felt like anyway, love was scarce and so you clung onto whatever he offered.

There was a home in Scott that you wanted to keep alive. You found solace in his flustered repetitions and occasional cheesy magic trick. He made you laugh, and it lit up his face when you leaned over and kissed him gently.

When you got the news that he was killed in a heist gone wrong, you didn’t feel anything for days. The man who broke the news to you looked at you with undertones of pity.

Everyone knew it wasn’t an accident.

You didn’t bring it up with Ransone and simply ignored it when he called it a good riddance even though he would be missed. If you listened to everything he said, you were afraid that you would just kill him.

It was excruciating. You didn’t have anyone to talk to. Only Ransone, as he kept reminding you.

“I’m the only one who cares about you, Buttercup,” he cooed and you clenched your eyes shut. “We’re family.”

No more relationships happened after that. Occasional coworkers-with-benefits but nothing that crossed that. You hadn’t had a friend in years, and Ransone was more than pleased to keep it that way. He was the only constant you’d had your entire life, willingly or not.

People were placed in your way to only inform Ransone of what new updates were in your life. Once they sent whatever information he needed his way, they’d automatically be removed. Everyone had a hidden agenda. Everyone had a specific reason to want to talk to you.

You just let them. What was the point of trying to hide it? You weren’t going to escape any time soon.

“Your only home,” Ransone reminded you, “is here with me.”

You rebelled, many times. Some looked like they would last. In the end you’d return to his dingy office for your next mission because as much as you despised him for the things he had done to you, the guilt over the things he had done for you overshone. Having him as your enemy would be worse than having his convoluted sense of love shoved down your throat until you were forced to accept him.

And that’s what it had been like until now.

You try and take in as much as you can of the house you’re standing in right now. What you used to find restrictive and a crude form of punishment, you found calming. The mundane nature of everyday life was charming.

It wasn’t a vacation, you reminded yourself. But the same feeling of emptiness returned every time you thought of your next move.

You didn’t want to leave. You didn’t want to go back to what you once thought was a home.

You’d eat a thousand dry peanut butter sandwiches over and over again for the rest of your life before even considering going back. You didn’t care for the lack of twenty-first century technology.

You were feeling things you had shoved away years ago because it wasn’t a life meant for you. Now that you were forced to live it and see what it could be like not living in a fight-or-flight mode every second, you can’t see how you ever survived this long.

But still, you had told Ransone that you were returning, and it was a promise he would expect you to uphold.

You tried to remember as much as you can of your time here. The way the sunlight feels against your skin in the morning, the sugariness of the jelly that was basically finished, the worn out tactical clothing from the wardrobe, the leather of the couch clinging to your skin as you rewatch the same three movies time and time again.

You tried to remember the first time you were introduced to the target board, and the range you and Sam had crafted together. The path to the specific tree and back on your runs and the grass that had wilted along it from contant treading.

You sat on the porch stairs for hours, leaning against the pillar for support. The first house you lived in was too loud, the second was too quiet. But this; this was just right.

Sam joined you eventually in the silence. You were grateful for the company.

“Have you decided on a day?”

You nod, looking straight ahead into the darkness. “Tomorrow.”

“You sure? Our timing has to be right.”

“Yeah.” Your voice is coarse. “I’ll have to tell him.”

He nodded, leaning his elbows on his knees. He was too tall for the stairs, looking like he was crouching instead of sitting.

His voice dropped to a whisper like it’s a secret only meant for you. “In case Ransone sees me and decides to…”

He gestured lewdly, sighing when you peer at him in confusion, “...kill me, you need to continue-”

“Stop talking,” you interrupted him quietly. You don’t even want to think about that possibility.

��It can happen. I hope it doesn’t, because it’s a waste of a perfectly good face,” he continues but you just shake your head, trying to drown him out. “Then promise me you’ll do your best to get out. This life isn’t for us, Y/N.”

“I’m not going to let you die,” you muttered. “Not this time.”

“I’m not saying I will, honey,” he continues in a hushed tone, not disturbing the silence built around you, “But it’d make me happy knowin’ that at least one of us gets a shot to live another life. And I know you make good on your promises.”

You were so tired. Of everything. Knowing that you’d be dragged back into it only made the pain sharpen.

“Scout’s honour,” you vowed. He let out a smile at the memory of the last time he used it, lifting his arm to put over your shoulder as you scoot in closer to him.

You sit like that for who knows how long. The night fell hours ago but you don’t want to let go.

“It’s gettin’ pretty late,” he commented.

“I don’t want to go.”

“You’re gonna need some energy for tomorrow.” He’s right, but you don’t want to admit it.

“It’s your turn at the bed tonight,” you evade it.

“You can have it,” he debated softly. If it was your last day there, then he’d do anything to make it the best one.

You’re stuck by an idea but you weren’t sure how he’d react. It wouldn’t be a big deal on the surface but you hadn’t ever done it before.

“Would you maybe-” you trail off.

“We can share,” he finished your thought, pulling you a little closer. You needed comfort. He knew that.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

He only pressed a kiss to your temple, letting you sit out for as long as you needed.

Calm.

The woods provided excellent coverage while also giving him a clear sight of the house. The two of you sat on the porch together, speaking quietly to each other, out of earshot.

It didn’t matter what you were saying now. He had already heard what he needed to hear.

“Get ready,” the agent said hushedly into the intercom, “they’re leaving tomorrow.”

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aredheadedmess · 4 years ago

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I Found || KTH

Summary: He gave you a silent promise that he would return to you. Though, as the years go by, you lose hope in ever seeing him again. Now that the prince is in need of a wife, will you lose the chance completely to meet your best friend and first love again?

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Word Count: 12.6k

Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Royal AU, Historical AU (not fully accurate), Childhood!F2L, Arranged Marriage AU(?)

Rating: PG

Warnings: One small hint at blood, mentions of threats to the kingdom, a swear word or two (if you count them as swears),

Notes: And here it is! This has taken so long to write, but I’m happy on how it turned out. Please let me know what you think of it! I hope you find it a good read. ~Siah💙

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“N/N, where did you go?”

You giggle as Taehyung walks past your hiding spot. At eight years old, you are the best hider. Being as small as you are, you fit into some of the smallest spaces in the orphanage—it helped a lot when running away from couples looking for adoption. When Taehyung suggested playing hide-and-seek, you quickly found your perfect hiding spot. Tucked away between a dresser and the corner behind the door to your bedroom, you know it will take your best friend longer to look there. Though, you are proven wrong as the door swings closed and Taehyung’s dark, wild locks pop into your view. You scream playfully. Taehyung pulls you from the space.

“I found you, I found you!” he chants happily.

“No fair! I thought this was the perfect spot!”

You cross your arms in front of your puffed chest. A small pout forms on your face as you huff in irritation.

“Well it isn’t ‘cause I found you.”

Taehyung has a silly grin plastered on his face. This is the first time he found you without wanting to give up first. If you hadn’t made a noise as he passed you, he would never have looked there until well later into the game. You couldn’t stay mad at him. You know that you made a mistake, and there is nothing you can do about it now. You just have to work harder to keep quiet for the next time you play.

Unfolding your arms, you speak up.

“Wanna play again?”

Taehyung’s eyes twinkle at the idea of another round of hide-and-seek. He looks at you with wide eyes, his smile even bigger than it was a moment ago.

“Yeah!”

You both turn to leave the bedroom, making your way back to the middle of the hallway where you decided was the perfect place to count as the other hid. Though, you stop in your tracks as the caregiver meets you at the top of the stairs. She glances between the both of you, a soft smile forming on her face. There is something else to it, but you couldn’t tell what it is.

“Taehyung, will you come with me, please?” She sweetly speaks to the boy beside you.

He looks at you for a moment, hesitant to follow her at first, but eventually nods to the older lady. She guides him into the meeting room as you follow as quietly as you can behind them. You know this room like the back of your hand. Whenever a potential adoptee comes by, you are placed into this room to see if you are a fit match for them. Of course, you always made trouble. What were you to do if you left your best friend here alone, while you enjoy the warmth of a new home? Though the two of you are still young, you made a pact; neither one of you leaves this orphanage without the other. You are a package deal.

“This is Mr. Seo. He will be taking you home.”

The woman gestures to the other person in the room. Taehyung stands near the doorway confused. He glances between the two, eyebrows furrowed as much as they can.

“Home?” He asks.

“Yes, you have been adopted and he will bring you to your new home.”

The caregiver looks happy to say that, though, your chest hurts a little when she smiles brightly between Taehyung and the man. He is leaving you? When did this happen? Why did he break his promise? You don’t want to hear any more, so you run. You run back up to the comfort of your room. Quickly shuffling a few things over, you slip into the one spot Taehyung was never able to find you; an enclosed cubby in the back of the closet. There is enough space between the wooden boards of the door that you could see through, but no one would be able to see inside.

A few moments pass. In the time it took for Taehyung to walk back upstairs, tears shed down your face like a waterfall. You cover your mouth to quiet yourself as the floorboards creak under the weight of the boy. From your view, you watch as he slowly takes the few belongings he has from the drawers of his dresser. He hesitates to move as he closes the last drawer. Taehyung finally walks to the closet, taking his tattered coat and worn out pair of shoes. As he slips them on he gazes around the room, seemingly looking for something—or rather someone.

“N/N?” He quietly calls out.

You stay still. Taehyung peaks around every corner of the room, trying to see if he can find where you are. He gives up with a sigh when his name is called from downstairs. With a small frown, he reaches up to his neck, pulling a small necklace from under his shirt. You recognise it. It was the one item he was left with when he first came to the orphanage—or so you both were told by the caregiver. He kept it with him at all times. Never once did you see him take it off of his body. But now, you watch as he pulls it over his head, sets it on top of the dresser, and gives it a long look before he turns to look for you once more. With no hint of your whereabouts, Taehyung picks up his small bag and treads back down the stairs.

You cry yourself to sleep that night, tucked away in the back of the closet.

“Did you hear? The prince finally has a face.”

Two women gossip as they walk past your booth.

“Is that so?”

Their conversation drowns into the background of the market as they continue through. You sigh, leaning against the edge of the table you are standing behind. Word got around fast in your village, though you try to pay no attention to the topic at hand. It has been less than a day and almost everyone in your village has heard the rumor about the newfound prince.

For years, there had been no word about an heir to the throne. The royal court kept most of their affairs a secret, only revealing the most important information to the public; so it was only time until someone could come forward and claim their place on the throne. Though, that all changed when the king had been found to be close to death not even a year ago. The royal family was quickly threatened by those of neighboring kingdoms ready to steal the land from under their feet. To keep them from attacking—or at least to keep the ease of the kingdom—the royal family announced the secret of a prince, hidden away until his due time. For the past year, the buzz around the prince was almost comical. At first, you were just as ecstatic as the rest of your village at the news, happy to hear that the threats will slowly die down. But as time went on, all you ever heard anymore was anything that had to deal with the royal family, specifically the prince. It irritated you for some odd reason.

You flick at the dried roots in front of you. With no customers, you are left to listen in on the ruckus of the market. The man standing in the stall next to yours yells out to the crowd, trying to reap enough sales for the day. You admire his ambition. Something you wouldn’t dream of doing in your entire life. Your eyes gaze through the market again when a voice beside you startles you.

“Y/N!”

You quickly raise your hand to your chest, your breath catching in your throat. Jimin—your friend of several years—stands beside you with a big smile on his face. You have to lean against your table again in order to keep from collapsing in shock. When you gain your composure, you turn to Jimin.

“Did you hear?” he excitedly asks.

“Yeah, yeah. I know,” you roll your eyes. “People know what the prince looks like.”

Jimin furrows his eyebrows, suddenly confused by the agitated tone in your voice.

“What? No-I mean, yes there’s that. But Seoyeon finally agreed to let me take her on a date!”

Ah, Seoyeon. Jimin’s long-time crush. He has been trying for months to court the lovely woman, but she would turn him down every time he asked. You laugh at the thought of Jimin’s pout making an appearance after her polite declining. Of course, you have seen something from both sides, so it was only a matter of time until she accepted his proposal.

“That’s exciting!” You smile at his happiness.

Jimin nods emphatically, his hair slightly bouncing with the movement.

“I know! I was thinking since the cherry blossoms are blooming, to take her on the outskirts of the village where the grove of cherry trees are. We’d stroll through the trees, share a laugh or two, then I’d bring her back here to the market for some food and take her back home before her father becomes troublesome.”

The twinkle in your friend’s eye shines brighter the longer he talks about his well thought out plan. You smile softly at him, knowing that everything will go his way.

An older woman breaks you from listening to Jimin ramble on longer about his affection for Seoyeon. You approach her, welcoming her into your booth, offering what you thought to be the best out of your items. She leaves satisfied and you turn to see Jimin leaning against the same table you were before, a smug smile plastered onto his face.

“So… Why so annoyed by the talk of the prince?” he teased.

You slouch your shoulders, wanting to shrink as far away from the topic as possible. Of course he had to bring it up. There was no way to avoid it now. Jimin is too persistent to let you off the hook.

“That’s all it ever is anymore,” you roll your eyes. “Don’t people get bored talking about the same thing over and over again?”

He rests his elbows on the table, his chin placed in his hands.

“Are you sure it isn’t because you’re going to have to compete against other girls in the village for his hand in marriage?” Jimin wiggles his eyebrows teasingly.

Your own brows furrow. “What do you mean?”

Jimin waits a moment, thinking you are joking with him. Though, when you stop messing with the dried roots in front of you to send him a confused stare, he sighs.

“There was a message sent out to the entire village. To keep the bloodline from being too powerful, the prince has to marry someone not of royal descent. You really haven’t heard about it?”

“You know no one talks to me except you, Seoyeon, and the village healer’s son, Namjoon.”

Jimin shakes his head lightly.

“You’re hopeless, I swear,” he mumbles. “Well, the prince apparently wanted to have a partial say in who he has to marry. The court agreed, and so it was made that only the eligible women in this village can be chosen. That means you.”

You stare at your friend with wide eyes. How have you not heard about this? Even in passing. With a quiet breath, you reach towards the pendant around your neck. You take it in between your thumb and index finger, rubbing it gently. The action grounds you, reminding yourself of the silent promise it gives.

“Jimin, you know I can’t do that,” you speak softly.

“It’s been what, fourteen years?” Jimin scoffs. “Come on, Y/N. Is he really gonna remember you? Do you really think he’s gonna come back? Save you from marrying the prince?”

You frown. Even after all of these years, you still have a strong feeling that you will get to see him—Taehyung—again.

“I’d like to hope he would.”

Jimin pushes himself off of the table. He crosses his arms against his chest, sending you a raised eyebrow in return.

“It’s not like you really have a choice anyways. You will be brought to the palace whether you like it or not.”

Something in his words tugs at your patience, so you glare at him.

“Well, I would at least like to think that it is possible. Unlike you with your friends, I don’t know what he looks like anymore. I don’t know if he even lives in this kingdom. You can’t expect me just to give up on him like that. I would like to at least know if he is being treated the way he deserves after all those years in the orphanage. Maybe he won’t come back. Maybe he will have fallen for someone else. But you don’t get to say what I do or don’t do,” you bite back.

You know Jimin means well. He’s the only one that knows of what happened when you were younger. In the back of your mind, you know he is right. You can’t always be waiting for him. But, that doesn’t stop you from wanting to believe that he could be wrong.

Jimin sighs. He brings a hand to his face, rubbing at it lightly before looking at you solemnly.

“Just- don’t let your hopes get in the way of what might happen.”

He leaves you to your booth, returning in the direction he came from earlier. You watch as he passes through the crowd until you can’t see him anymore. With another stroke to the pendant, you focus back onto the work at hand.

A knock at the door takes your attention away from the painting in front of you. You sigh, standing up from your stool and making your way to the door. You hesitated for a moment, thinking of the consequences opening the door might bring you, but instead decided to reach for the latch anyway, thinking it was your friend. Did he want to apologise to you about earlier, even though you knew that it should be you apologizing? A tall man dressed in finely threaded clothing stands before you. Definitely not Jimin. The baldric across his chest shifts as he bows in greeting before reaching out a hand to give you an envelope.

“The Queen has requested for your presence at the palace.”

You take the envelope from his hand. The man bows, gives you a small nod, then turns back to return to his horse at the edge of the orphanage’s property.

“Who was that, dear?”

The sweet caregiver, Eunji, pokes her head out from the doorway to the kitchen. You turn around, slightly startled before showing her the envelope you received.

“It’s from the palace. I don’t know what for.”

“Well,” she looks at you expectantly. “What are you waiting for?”

You hesitate. What if you were caught doing something you shouldn’t have done and the Queen is going to demand you to depart from the kingdom? Though, you aren’t sure what it could have been. Maybe something to do with selling at the market? Or maybe Jimin made you an accomplice in an act against the royal court? No, Jimin can’t really even hurt a fly. Whatever it is, it made your palms sweaty. With a deep breath—and nothing much to lose—you carefully open the sealed parchment.

To the people of Cheongun Village,

On behalf of the King and Queen’s request, we ask of every eligible woman of age to come to the palace. In order for Prince Taehyung to claim the throne, he must choose a bride to bear an heir. The Queen has requested that each eligible woman go through a set of tasks in order to find the best bride for the Prince. Below, you will find the tasks you must complete against the other candidates.

The Royal Court

Eunji gasps lightly as she reads over your shoulder.

“You have to go,” she exclaims. “This could be your chance!”

“Ms. Eunji, you know I can’t do this. You and Jimin both.”

She sighs, turning you to face her. Her thumbs rub against the sleeves of your dress.

“Y/N, dear, I know this is hard for you. I remember when he left. It was hard for me to watch you grow without the boy by your side. But, maybe this will help you find the answers you have been looking for.”

With a smile directed toward you, Eunji leaves to continue to cook for the kids in the orphanage. Though, her words don’t give you much help. What does she mean by ‘finding the answers’? Shaking your head to try to rid yourself of the confusion, you return back to your canvas and stool with the letter clutched in your hands.

You grasp at the small chain around your neck. The pendant slips out from beneath your bodice. You carefully hold the pendant in your hand as you look back at the letter. Glancing over the mention of the prince’s name, you have to remind yourself that it could be a common enough name. How could your Taehyung and the prince be the same person?

“Oh, Tae. What should I do?” you sigh. “What would you say if you were here? Would you tell me to try my luck? To find a better place for me? Or would you rip up the letter in jealousy, and make me ineligible?”

With another sigh, you tuck the pendant back against your chest. The presence of the letter taunts you. It mocks you for the idea that you’ll ever be able to find your best friend again; for the idea that he’ll come running back to pull you into his arms, confess his feelings for you like the ones you have for him.

A tug on your skirt pulls you from your conflicting thoughts. You glance down to see one of the little girls looking at you with a small tilt to her head.

“Ms. Y/N, dinner is ready.”

You squat to her height, pat her on the head, and give her a warm smile.

“Thank you. I’ll be right there.”

The little girl runs off, giggling as she meets up with her friend. You stand and wipe the dust off your dress. The pendant is warm against your chest as she reminds you of the past. Alright, you think. I’ll try for him.

You find yourself in a small carriage the next morning. It takes you out of your village, farther than you have ever travelled. There is another young woman your age sitting opposite you. She sits with her back straight, almost too stiff to feel comfortable. She holds a hard stare as she gazes out the window. Neither one of you has initiated a conversation with the other, so you are left to watch out the window as you approach the palace grounds.

Most of the view is the same. Trees line the edges of the path you take, the mountains peaking both through and above them. Pops of color from the blooming flowers break the uniform look the grove of trees give. The morning sun makes the ground seem glittery when it shines on the dewy grass as it pokes through the leaves of the trees. Eventually, the area opens up wider. The marketplace near the palace is already bustling with excitement. Some people watch the carriages as they roll by, trying to get a glimpse of who is inside. A little boy catches your eye as you are riding past. You wave to him, and his eyes light up like the stars as he frantically waves back. You giggle lightly as he turns to face his mother who stands right behind him, probably to tell her of the encounter. When you can’t see him any longer, you turn back to face the other side of the carriage. The other woman’s stare is like ice on your skin. Your eyes move to glance at her, but you quickly look back out the window as she seems to snarl at you.

So much for wanting to make polite talk.

Your eyes, just like the little boy’s, light up once you see the vibrant colors of the palace gates. Their towering presence intrigues you, but intimidates you slightly as you think about what lies behind them. Ahead, the gates open to let the first few carriages in. The guards pay no attention to them, rather watching for anything—or anyone—to sneak through. Finally, your carriage is pulled through the gates, stopping to let you out a moment later. You gaze in awe as helped out of the carriage, the colors seemingly brighter the closer you are to the physical palace. You are guided to another area, somewhere possibly in front of the main doors, by one of the palace servants. There, you are placed in a line with the other women from your village, a couple dozen or so of many statuses and popularity. You recognize a few faces, but most must be of a higher status as you’ve never seen them before.

“Welcome,” a voice calls out.

Your attention is drawn to the staircase ahead of you. They lead to the main doors, of which you watch as a couple of figures walk out from. A soldier—more than likely one the royal family’s personal guards—stands at full attention at the top of the staircase. He stares down at the lot of you for a moment before introducing the queen. You all bow out of respect as she steps out of the shadowed area. Following her, the prince steps out into view, standing to her right as the guard announces him. When deemed appropriate, you all raise back up to your normal stance. Your eyes drift between the queen and her son. From the distance you stand at, you can tell the prince is a man of good physical features, but the way he looks down at you and the other women, you can’t help but feel annoyed at the arrogant gaze he holds.

“You have been chosen to compete for Prince Taehyung’s hand. The tasks are to be completed over the course of a few days’ time. Some of you may find the tasks challenging, in which you are free to leave at any given time. Though, once you leave, you will not be allowed to return,” the guard explains.

His words send a small shiver down your spine. Though the tasks are not a matter of life or death, the way he explains them seem as if they are.

“After the queen and prince have met with all of you, you are to immediately report to your assigned quarters where you will prepare for the first task.”

The guard steps back to allow enough space for the queen and prince to pass by. You watch as they descend the staircase, their heads held high as they scan the line of women. Your hands clench your dress slightly as two pairs of eyes pass over you. It was only for a brief moment, but you could feel the power and the authority that seep deep into their bones. As they step off the last stair, you are even more nervous than moments before. You can feel the tension from the first couple of women all the way to where you stood. From the corner of your eye, you can make out that the queen is talking to someone, more than likely asking the young women a set of questions.

It takes what seems like an hour before the queen and the prince reach you. At first, the queen gazes at you, glancing up and down. She seems to take note of your slightly tattered attire. With her eyes on you, you want to cave into yourself as much as possible to get away from her intimidating stare.

“What is your name?” she asks you.

You lightly clear your throat before speaking, afraid that it will give out on you.

“L/N F/N, Your Majesty.”

She nods, gesturing to another figure that you hadn’t noticed before. The woman with them holds a piece of parchment and a brush, a small canister of ink strapped to her side. She scans the paper and marks it when she finds what she is looking for. Your name, perhaps.

“And who are your parents?”

Your breathing falters slightly. It’s a question you heard her ask the other women as well. Of course, she probably already knew who each of them were the descendants of, but you think that it is for formalities, and to inform the prince further on who you are. Though you were prepared to answer it, nothing can stop the light tug on your heart as you answer her.

“I never knew my parents, Your Highness.”

The queen stares at you for a moment longer, letting your words settle in her head. Without another word, she moves on to the woman that you rode with. Even though her intimidating stare fell off your figure, you could still feel a pair of eyes trained on you. Your eyes catch the prince’s. His gaze is similar to his mother’s but there is something deeper that you can’t quite point out. It’s a staring match between the two of you as the queen starts to ask the next women the same questions. His eyes flash with something—whether curiosity or irritation, you’re not sure—before he breaks the contact with you to listen in to the others’ answers.

The first task, archery, is easy. Shoot as accurately as you can with a limited amount of arrows. But, when on top of a horse, the task becomes much more difficult. You haven't had much training on riding a horse in your twenty years of life, so to say you were unstable was an underestimation. You clutch onto the horse’s neck, afraid to fall in either direction off of it if you aren’t careful enough. You can hear the snickers of a couple of the other women behind you. They clearly must be laughing at your misfortune. To try to gain some dignity back, you push yourself up as much as you can against the horse. The horse moves underneath the pressure of your hands. It causes you to falter slightly, but you pause, take a deep breath, before forcing your body up. Finally, you can breathe normally again.

“You will complete this task individually,” the same man from before calls out. “You will run through the course, aiming for the targets along the path. Each ring on the target has a set amount of points which will be added after you have finished.”

Great, you think. Everyone will watch me humiliate myself in front of the queen and prince. You glance over to where they stand. They sit on their own stallions, groomed to perfection.

For the most part, the first task flies by smoothly. There are several of the other women that miss a few of the targets, but they don’t let that lower their mood. The others struck each target dead on, which worried you how well they performed. The first woman to complete it had nearly hit a bullseye on each one; almost a perfect score. Seeing her finish with her head held high and a cheeky grin plastered on her face was enough to dwindle your own confidence. So when it finally was your turn, you shook with nervousness.

You stare the first target down before you start. The bow in your hand feels heavy as you kick at the horse’s side to get it moving. Quickly, you reach for an arrow in the tube strapped to your back. You fumble with it as you fit it to the bow, your body wobbling at the movement. As you approach the first target, you finally pull the string back and fire the arrow. It flies through the air only to stick into the tree branch the target hangs on. You suck in a breath before reaching for another arrow, ready to aim it at the next one.

You want to cry. By the time you approach the last target, you are ready to give up. Each of the other arrows you shot lay stuck in the grass, in the bark of a tree, or well beyond what you can see. You can feel the judging stares from the other women behind you. As you reach for your last arrow, you take a deep breath. This is it. You can do this, Y/N. Time seems to slow. You raise the bow and arrow to aim, closing one eye for better accuracy. You wait. You don’t want to rush into the last one and miss it just like you have the others. Before you can get too close to the target, you let your fingers slip from the string. The arrow is pushed from the force of the string as it returns to its natural state, and it flies. You watch with bated breath for it to hit the target. As you pass the wooden frame, the arrow connects with it. It’s not a bullseye, but you take what you can get. Your eyes widen at the sight. Biting your lip to keep from smiling too much, you head back to where the others wait, most not even paying attention to your attempt. You bow to the queen and prince as you move to where you were before as the next woman prepares to take her turn.

“Did you see the way he looked at me?”

The women you are roomed with giggle as they exchange their encounters with the prince. You roll your eyes as they continue to fantasize. They have been acting the same way for the past two days, after every task you have completed. As soon as you are allowed to return back to the room you are staying in, the five girls immediately turn to share with each other. Tonight is the same as it has been.

“When I was washing my clothes, I could see him looking at my ass,” the same woman as before explains.

“I doubt that,” you mumble.

Luckily, the others are too into their gossiping to have heard you. Though, it’s not like they acknowledge your presence anyway. To your roommates, you are just another warm body taking up the last bed in the room. You decide you’ve heard enough of their late night giggling. Getting up from your bed, you slip on your shoes, and leave the room. You don’t look back to see if anyone noticed.

The halls are quiet. Of course, it’s expected at this time of night. Everyone, save for the guards, are in their rooms right now, focusing on resting for the new day of tasks ahead. Your steps are silent as you cautiously make your way out of the sleeping quarters you were placed in. You push open the main door, breathing in the crisp spring air. It is relaxing to be outside at this time of night. For the longest time, you enjoyed sneaking out of the orphanage to revel in the calmness of the dark. You spent countless nights gazing at the stars, drawing your own pictures between them. When Taehyung was with you, the two of you would giggle, trying to make the most unique designs. So when you look up at the sky after closing the door behind you, you smile. It’s a clear night. The stars shine as if they are sun, lighting up the night enough to guide you on your adventure.

You don’t have a destination in mind. It’s easier that way. You’ve learned to let your feet and nature take you to where they think you should go. There have been many times that you lost yourself in the scenery around you, to the point that you can’t easily find your way back home. That is what makes it so thrilling. So with your eyes on the sky above you, you walk.

There are many things you learn about the palace on your stroll through the grounds. The guards—who haven’t acknowledged you even though they have passed you multiple times—seem more relaxed than during the day. Though, you assume they are still on high alert as danger could still be lurking in the shadows. You can also hear the croaking of the bullfrogs more, now that there is no one to disturb them. Paired with the crickets, they make up the calm ambience the night gives.

When you finally focus on where you have gone, you spot a small pavilion nearby. It sits in the middle of a large pond, where the bullfrogs croak the loudest. You decide to explore. As you approach the structure, you can tell the paint is as bright as that on the rest of the palace. Even with the minimal lighting does it stand out against its surroundings. You walk up the few stairs to the main floor of the pavilion. The thick pillars standing inside obscure part of the view out to the rest of the world. As you venture further into the pavilion, you let your hand drag across them, feeling the smooth texture as you look around. Finally, you reach the outskirts of the structure. You find yourself closer to the center of the pond, the only obstruction being the fence keeping you from falling into the water. You lean against the fence, gazing out into the inky water. With the light the stars give, you can make out the outlines of a group of bullfrogs on the other side. They sit on the lily pads that decorate the pond.

With a quiet sigh, you relax your shoulders. Though, the peace doesn’t last long as you spot a moving figure out of the corner of your eye. Facing the figure, you stare at it with wide eyes. You place a palm against your chest. Your heart beats frantically at the sudden addition to the space. When the figure glances toward you for a moment, you take in a deep breath. Your jaw falls silently as you make out the prince’s face in the starlight.

“Your-Your Highness.”

You swiftly drop your head in a bow, biting your bottom lip in worry. How long has he been out here? Was he here at the pavilion the whole time or did he follow me here? You don’t move from your position as many questions run through your head. Is he going to punish me for being out so late?

“It’s peaceful isn’t it?”

Your head shoots back up in surprise. Those are the first words the prince has spoken to you. Sure, you’ve heard him send others a comment here or there about the task, but never has he spoken to you. His voice is softer compared to what you’ve heard before. Usually, his words are monotonous, to the point. But the way he spoke with such care and curiosity makes your heart flutter slightly.

“Uh, yes. Yes it is,” you carefully speak.

The prince doesn’t look at you again. His gaze is set on something beyond the both of you, quite possibly the bullfrogs you had been watching a moment ago. Hesitantly, you return back to the way you leaned against the fence, keeping your eyes trained on the prince’s profile before gazing back out to the pond.

“Why are you out so late?” He questions.

You glance back at him, only to bring your eyes back to the water. Do you want to tell him the actual answer? How you’re already tired of the constant babbling between the women in your room?

“I couldn’t sleep,” you vaguely tell him.

He emits a quiet hum at your answer. You’re not sure if he could tell that there was more to your reason than that, but if he knew, he didn’t question you any further on it. You drop your gaze to the water right below you. You can faintly see your reflection, but there isn’t enough light to make out the features of your face. The water ripples as it is disturbed by a fish breaking the surface. You giggle, watching as the fish retreat back to the depths of the pond as it seems scared by its own actions.

Without thought, you look back towards the prince only to see that he is already staring at you. You don’t turn away from his gaze. There is something about seeing the prince away from all of his duties, taking the time to appreciate the night, that makes him more human, a completely different person. More like you. When he stands with the others from the palace, he keeps a stoic look on his face. During the tasks, he is devoid of emotion, seemingly focused elsewhere. But the relaxed look you see on his face now shows you who he really is.

“Can I- can I ask you something?”

You curse at yourself for speaking before thinking. The surprised look that flashes across his face makes you want to bite your tongue and dismiss the question you want to ask him. But before you can, the prince nods. You hesitate for a moment, deciding if you really want to try to get personal with someone who could easily kill you, but ultimately, your curiosity overpowers your common sense.

“Do you wish things were different?”

The prince’s brows furrow. He pushes himself away from the fence, turning his entire body towards you. Though, he opts to rest his elbow against the wood, making him stand more casually. Now you know you have his full attention.

“What do you mean?”

His voice is cautious, heeding your question and its possible meanings. He leans his body back almost as if he is getting ready to retreat the moment you cross over a line. Sensing his wariness, you let your head fall back to where it was a moment before. The water is no longer rippling, but you watch it as if it will move the moment your eyes drift away.

“This whole thing feels silly,” you explain. “I mean, we are being showcased in order to find the perfect bride for you to bear a child with. Some of us didn’t even want to be here, but stay because they are hoping to find a better future. If it wasn’t for a stupid promise, I wouldn’t have stayed. I would have rather waited on the person who probably won’t come back than to play ‘pretty little house-wife’ for the entertainment of the royals!”

You slap a hand over your mouth. So much for thinking before speaking. You keep your widening eyes trained on the water below you too scared to look at the man beside you. The silence that follows your rant makes your heart race. What will the prince say? You practically insulted him and his family. It won’t be surprising if you don’t see the light of day tomorrow. You close your eyes, waiting for the prince to say something.

“Yes.”

It’s quiet again for a moment. He shuffles slightly, though, you don’t dare look at him.

“I do wish things were different. I- I never wanted this,” he sighs shakily.

There is another few seconds of nothing but the sound of the bullfrogs and crickets. It doesn’t help your nervousness. You can feel his heated stare against the side of your face despite the cool air that surrounds you. Finally, the prince let’s out a deep breath before you hear his shoes clicking against the wood floor. You are left alone to wonder what he meant.

The final event. For the past week, every girl has been preparing for this moment. For the final task, you have to create an entertaining performance that the entire royal family will enjoy. You had learned about it the very first night, giving each of you enough time to plan your talent. It wasn’t uncommon to hear several of the other women singing during the day, or catching glimpses of an enticing dance.

You struggled slightly trying to find your talent. For you, singing and dancing doesn’t come as naturally as it does for the others. You already proved yourself to be terrible on a horse, so any tricks with them are off the list. Painting is one of your favorite hobbies, but would they want to watch you take hours to create a piece? You wanted to give up, fall into the trap of singing and dancing. Maybe with a week’s practice, you would be able to sound decent enough to not get humiliated off the stage. You let yourself sit on the thought until the next night. Other girls had already started practicing as you sat conflicted with yourself. It was then, amongst the chaos of noises that you realized what you could do. Storytelling.

Since you were little, you made up as many stories as you could to pass the time. You grew up telling the other children in the orphanage the stories you made, and eventually, they would ask for more. You don’t get to imagine as much anymore, but you knew that to capture the attention of the audience, storytelling was the way to do it.

You watch as many of the women frantically run about. They poke at their faces, pull on their hair, to make themselves as eye-catching as possible. Of course, you did so as well, but you decided against caking yourself with as much makeup as the other women have. You can hear the first woman performing on the makeshift stage behind you. The beauty in her voice does nothing to settle your nerves.

Taking a deep breath in, you close your eyes. For a moment, you can still hear the chaos around you. But as you raise your hand to your chest where the pendant lies, the world seems to become still. You can feel the warmth it brings you under the layers of your dress. You don’t understand why you are so nervous. Is it because you are about to perform before the entire palace? Or is it because of him? The way he spoke so soft yet his words were firm. His voice so honey-like, soothing to whomever is lucky to hear it. The mess of dark brown hair that sits elegantly atop his head. The way he reminds you so much of the little boy you grew up with. The man you barely spoke to, but you feel like you’ve known him your whole life.

“Y/L/N Y/N to the stage, please.”

The sudden call of your name snaps you out of your thoughts. You quickly open your eyes, scanning around the area before noticing one of the palace servants searching for you. She catches your eyes as you stand from the small bench you found as you patiently waited. You take a look around you as you walk to the woman, noting how there are only a few of the other women left to perform. How long had you been sitting there?

“Right this way,” the servant guides you.

You push past a thin curtain, and your heart stops. There are a lot more people than you anticipated sitting not too far from where you stand. In the very front, the queen, prince, and even the king have made themselves comfortable in their large chairs. You give them a small smile and a low bow as you walk towards the center of the stage. With another deep breath, you begin your story. You tell them of a land far from here, where the hills roll with riches you can’t comprehend. You tell them of a small home on the outskirts of a city along the edge of a large forest. The audience sits forward, intrigued, as you continue to dramatically narrate your story. It makes your heart beat with a rush of adrenaline, knowing that they are hanging onto you every word. After a few moments, you lead the story up to its climax. You listen as the audience gasps, worried for the life of the character. Though, they collectively sigh in relief as the character is able to free themself from their doom. No longer are they in trouble. And when you close the story with a happy ending, you chance a glance at the royal family. The king and queen both have a small smile adorning their faces. But what surprises you is the light tipped smile the prince has pulling at his lips.

Since the night you met him on your walk, he seemed to have stayed away from you as much as possible. Of course, he has duties as the prince of Joseon, but you have never managed to cross paths at night again. So seeing him with a relaxed look about him warms your heart. Maybe you still do have a chance even after all you had said.

When morning comes, you pack all of the things you brought. It isn’t much, but the weight of it feels like you have been gone for years. The few items you brought are stuffed into the small sack they came in. The other women in your room rush around to make sure they packed everything—or maybe they are hurrying to find a place to hide an item of theirs for someone to find. You pay no mind to them, instead working on calming your racing heart.

After the performances the night before, you were all quickly guided back to your rooms. You were worried at first, wondering if a threat to the kingdom was made, but your worries diminished once the servant guiding you told you that you would be received in the morning for the revealing of the prince’s bride. Almost all night, your roommates chatted about their opinions on who should be the bride. They each bragged about how it should be them, as they did better than any of the others. It wasn’t until they were fast asleep that you were able to finally rest. You didn’t really care for who the lucky woman would be. As long as in the end, the kingdom isn’t destroyed, you will be glad for any one of the other women.

The door to your quarters opens as you yawn. Two palace servants guide you out from the room and back to the open area you were first brought to. You can see the sleepy yet excited looks across the other women’s faces. They, too, must have been discussing late into the night, you conclude.

Ahead, someone clears their throat, gaining the attention of everyone around you. The royal family’s personal guard stands towards the bottom of the stairs. In his hands is a small scroll. As he speaks, thanking everyone for participating, your eyes drift. They fall on the figures above. You can’t explain why you feel so intrigued by him, the prince. Is it because his features remind you of the little boy you used to know? Is it because he’s the only one that’s ridding your worries with just a glance? Or is it because he is someone that you will never be able to understand, to see who he truly is because he sits much higher than you could ever reach?

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see the guard start to unroll the parchment. Though, you keep your eyes trained on someone else. Almost as if he can feel your stare, the prince turns his attention away from the guard just as he is about to read the name written on the scroll. His eyes scan the small crowd, only to catch yours. Your breath hitches. You can’t tell if you see him send you a small smirk or if it’s the sudden call of a name that jumbles your mind, making you see things that aren’t there..

“Y/L/N Y/N.”

Did you hear him correctly? Surely you have. Who would have chosen me over the other more pretty and wealthy women? Though, the chatter around you tells you otherwise. You can hear your name fall from the mouths of the others, some with confusion, others with much distaste.

“Who is that?”

“I don’t know. But it clearly should have been me.”

Slowly, you step forward out of the crowd. The women hush to a complete silence as you move. You’re shaking. With all eyes on you, you want to cave in, retreat back to that night that you found so comforting. To step away from the hard stares and the judging looks. But you can’t. Instead, you take a deep breath, stepping closer to the staircase. The royal family watches as you are guided to the top by the guard. As you step closer, you know that your mind isn’t tricking you. The corner of the prince’s lips is turned slightly upward, showing you that, yes, he had been giving you a smirk. You bow as you finally reach the top, not standing straight until the guard dismisses all of the other women. They amble to the carriages that wait for them, taking glances back towards where you stand as they leave.

“Please come this way,” a servant softly speaks to you.

You comply, following the girl away from the royal family, away from the tension.

You are given a week to get settled in. Though, the time flies by way too fast for you to really feel comfortable in the palace. Everything is still so new to you; the way servants are waiting on your hand and foot at all times, the way meals are cooked without your help. You’re not sure if you will ever get used to this luxury after living your whole life with so little. So when you are being dressed in the most grand hanbok for your wedding, you feel slightly uncomfortable.

You feel uncomfortable as jewels are added to your attire; to your hair, your neck. You feel uncomfortable as you are brought out of your dressing room and into the main hall for the ceremony. You feel uncomfortable as the guests look you up and down, judging you for who you are and how you look in your dress.

As the ceremony starts, your body feels like it’s swaying. Your legs seem to shake as your heart races faster and faster. The weight of the jewelry pushes down on you. You want to get out of here. You can see the prince glance your way out of the corner of your eye, but you pay no mind to him. Not until you have to at least. The officiant’s words are nothing but a background noise to you as he continues to speak. You are glad that the queen and king decided against doing vows, because you don’t know if you would have been able to speak, let alone write a vow for someone you barely know. Instead, the officiant skips over the section and soon enough, the main ceremony is over. You feel like you can finally breathe.

It is another few hours until you are paraded down the streets of the kingdom’s villages. Your heart hurts as you watch the servants carry you and the prince under the hot sun. Though, if they are tired, they don’t show it on their faces. Your eyes drift to your husband. Husband, what a strange thing to think about. The man beside you sits with an indifferent expression resting on his face. Does he not care for his people? Surely he must have some empathy—or sympathy for that matter, you think. Who is this man? Your thoughts disperse quickly as you notice where you are. The outskirts of Cheongun are no stranger to you. You grew up risking a peek past the boundaries of the orphanage and village as you and Taehyung would play. So seeing the familiar scenery eases you.

You parade through the center of the village, taking the main road that people travel through. The people must have been notified of your arrival as decorations line the streets. Many are gathered on either side of the road, watching as you and the prince are carried through. The closer you move towards the orphanage, the more your heart starts to race. You hope to see all of the children standing in the crowd with Ms. Eunji. You continuously scan the faces only to catch Jimin’s eyes. Your heart warms at the sight of him and Seoyeon standing side by side. His eyes light up as he notices your attention fell on them. With a shy smile and wave, he watches as you pass by. It isn’t long until you can spot the small crowd of the orphans and Ms. Eunji. Quickly, you sit up, gaining the attention of the servants carrying you and the prince.

“Stop, please,” you call out.

The servants are confused. At least, that’s what it seems as they carefully glance towards you. Though, they set the palanquin down, allowing you to step off.

“What are you doing?” the prince whisper-yells toward you.

You ignore his voice. Your mind is set on only one thing, and it is to greet the person you have wanted to see the most in the past two weeks.

“What is she doing?”

“Who is that?”

The murmurs of the rest of the crowd are background noise as you approach the group.

“Miss Y/N!”

The happy cries of the children calling your name make you smile. They never disappoint in making your day much better than it had been. They crowd around you, throwing their arms around you in a large group hug. Words fly from their mouths as they finally see you after so long of not having you around the orphanage. Many ask questions about the palace, or about you and your adventure. Several of the children point out your dress, telling you that you look like a princess. You laugh, thanking them for their kind words.

A hand on your shoulder catches your attention. You step away from the children, letting them talk amongst themselves. Eunji stands beside you, a warm smile on her face.

“Look at you. You look beautiful, sweetheart.”

You tear up slightly at her words. She is the mother that you never had, and hearing her speak those words make you feel more emotional than you have been in a long time.

“Thank you.” You return her smile, but drop your head at the next thought that comes to you. “I just wish he was here.”

Eunji’s hand travels down your arm to gently hold your hand. You gaze at her hands holding yours before meeting her eyes again. Her eyes seem to twinkle as they look between you and something behind you. Though, it disappears as quickly as it had come. Her smile softens and her head tilts to look at your face more clearly.

“You never know. He could have been here this whole time.”

The spark of hope that rushes through you leaves a tingling feeling in your spine. Could she be right?

“What are you doing? We need to get back over there.”

The prince’s voice breaks through the silence between you and Ms. Eunji. Your breath hitches at the sudden deep tone, but you don’t let your surprise show on your face. Instead, you let go of Eunji’s hands to turn to face your husband.

“Right. Sorry, I-”

You quickly cut yourself off, not sure what to say. The prince turns on his heels and returns to the palanquin. With an embarrassed wave, you give the children and Ms. Eunji one last glance before following behind him.

“You should have seen her. She looked so beautiful under the moonlight.”

You rest your arms on the table as Jimin relays his most recent outing with Seoyeon. Though they haven’t been together long, you can see the love Jimin has for her reflecting in his eyes. They sparkle as he talks about her.

Jimin visits you often. You have told him multiple times that you would be satisfied with even just a letter from him, but he ignores your suggestion each time. Finally, you gave up, letting him come to the palace on the condition that he brings Seoyeon every once in a while. You could use the presence of another female other than the servants.

“So, how have you and Mr. Soon-to-be-king been?”

You sigh. You are not sure how to answer your friend. For most of the time you have been married to the prince—which has been a couple months, now. Spring long gone as summer begins to warm the kingdom much to your displeasure—you have not seen even a corner of his clothing as he passes around a corner. Though, it was to be expected. The king and queen both found it preferable to let him take over the throne as soon as possible. So from dawn until dusk, you are left to roam around the palace as the prince trains and learns his duties as king. And when night comes, you still don’t see much of him. He respected your wishes to sleep in a separate bed. You share the same room for safety reasons, but a divider sits between two beds for your comfort.

“Is there ever any new news about us?”

Jimin playfully frowns.

“No, but I at least like to ask. Who knows, something exciting could happen by the next time I visit.”

“Doubtful.”

Your hands fidget, reaching up to take the pendant from under your bodice. Your fingers play with the object as Jimin continues to ramble on about who knows what now. You’re listening, of course, nodding and humming as he talks. But the more Jimin spews sentences from his mouth, the more you start to drift into a thoughtless space.

“You still wear that thing?”

Jimin stares at you incredulously. The question brings you from your drifted state and you shove the pendant back under your clothes. You quickly look around, hoping that no one else saw it. You don’t like people asking so many questions about it. Jimin leans in closer to you and you lock eyes with him.

“Of course I still wear it,” you whisper harshly. “I may be married to the prince, but he will never have my heart like Taehyung does.”

The man in front of you leans back, throwing his hands up in defence at your glare.

“I didn’t mean anything by it, I swear. I just didn’t think you’d keep it on you. You know, for less of a chance for others to ask about it.”

“Doesn’t matter. Where were we?”

Jimin takes a moment to get situated back into the position he was previously in. He watches you with a careful eye, hoping that you won’t bite at him again. Once he realizes you have moved past his question already, he springs back into his—almost—one-sided conversation. He talks with you about Seoyeon until he has to return home a couple hours later.

The peace the night brings you lets your shoulders relax. It isn’t often that you find yourself back where you were months ago, but once you do, you never want to leave until the stars stop shining. It’s different now that you are married to royalty, though, the croaking of the bullfrogs have never changed. You stand in the same spot as you always have. But now, a guard keeps watch from a distance. Far enough for you to feel alone, but close enough to reach you quickly in the case of danger.

In your hands is the fourteen year old pendant. Your neck feels slightly bare without the weight of the small item. You stare at it, smiling at the thought of all of the memories you and your best friend shared all those years ago. It’s nights like these, the world almost completely silent, that you wish he was beside you. You remember what Jimin told you the day before.

“Don’t let that stop you from living your life to the fullest, Y/N,” he told you. “Look where you are now. I know that I never knew him, but I know that he would want you to move along. Keep him close to your heart like the pendant is, but don’t let that stop you from seeing other potentials.”

He was right. You know he is right. For so long, you wished for Taehyung to appear out of the blue and take you away where neither one of you would have to worry about anyone but each other. Platonic or not. But now that you think back, the pendant has stopped you from reaching out for new opportunities. Maybe you could have been adopted like he had. Maybe you would have taken up Namjoon’s offer to date him two years ago. But maybe, maybe the pendant took you in the direction you needed to go in life.

“It’s peaceful, isn’t it?”

The sudden voice beside you startles you. Your hands fumble to catch the pendant, saving it from its future in the pond. Once you have a strong grasp on it again, you turn to face the prince, giving him a deep bow in greeting. Hands quickly fly to your shoulders, pushing you back upright.

“No. You don’t need to do that,” he quietly insists. “You’re my wife now, you don’t ever need to show me that kind of respect.”

You barely manage to speak out a mumbled apology. He shakes his head, moving back to look out at the pond. It bewilders you. How can he go from such a stoic prince to the caring and soft spoken man you only have the pleasure of seeing when the two of you are alone? For a moment, you stare at his side profile. Not necessarily to take in his looks, but rather as something to look at to keep you from falling too deep into your thoughts again. When you don’t move for a couple of minutes, the prince sneaks a glance at you. You quickly take in a deep breath and turn back out towards the pond.

“It is,” you quietly speak.

It’s silent for a moment. You realise the pendant is still sitting in your hand, so you place it around your neck again and tuck it under your bodice. If the prince noticed, you are glad he hasn’t mentioned it. How could you tell him that it belongs to another man? Wouldn’t that be insensitive of you?

“What are you doing out so late?”

You sigh. A small smile plays at your lips as his question reminds you of the first conversation you had together. Gathering up enough courage, you glance at him only to notice he has already turned to look at you.

“I can’t sleep. Why are you up?”

“Same reason,” he shrugs. “Too many things to worry about.”

You hum at his answer. It is noticeable how tired he looks. His eyes droop slightly, though they’re filled with never ending thoughts. You hesitate to look away, but you give in and gaze back out to the pond and the night sky.

The warmth emanating from his body is comforting in the coolness the summer night brings. It ushers you closer to him. As subtle as possible, you inch towards him until your arms touch. Neither of you speak. Instead, he takes a hold of your hand. It takes all of your strength not to glance back at him. You lift your head to watch the stars, just as you have done since you were young. You stay like that for a while. Hands intertwined, no space between your bodies, gazing up at the stars.

“Looking at the stars is comforting,” you whisper. “I’m not sure why, but I guess it just feels like-”

“-Like they’ll listen to you when no one else does?”

It’s as if he could hear the thoughts in your head. For a moment, it stuns you. How did he know the exact words that you were about to say?

“Yeah.”

Silence swallows the both of you. It’s not uncomfortable, at least, not anymore. Standing here, alone in the middle of the night, beside the one who has started to take over your heart is enough for you. It makes you realize how much he has cared for since meeting him.

“Can I ask you something?”

The prince tightens his hold on you as his thumb starts to caress the skin on the back of your hand. Without taking your eyes away from the stars, you gently hum. You can feel his restless movements as the pressure against your arm changes every few seconds.

“Do you wish things were different now?”

This caught your attention. Turning to look at the man next to you, you stare at him quizzically.

“What do you mean?”

Even in the dark you can see the contemplation in his eyes. Is he going to take back what he asked? His gaze flickers between your eyes and the space around you. You watch as he licks his lips, before biting on the lower. Is he worried about what your answer will be?

“Do you wish you were never chosen to be my bride?”

His question takes you a little by surprise. What made him bring up this topic? Sure, maybe this isn’t the ideal situation of marriage that either of you wanted in the first place, but there have been so many things that proved to you that maybe this was meant to be. Maybe you were meant to meet the prince. Maybe things will turn out for the better for the both of you in the future. Maybe you’ll see that you don’t need your long lost childhood friend to make life beautiful.

You take a deep breath. You can feel his thumb pause for a second in anticipation and hesitation. He is worried.

“To be honest, I did at first,” you start slowly. “There were so many other women that probably would have been a better wife. Someone that could take care of you. But now, I’m not really sure. I mean, I still think I could be better at this whole ‘wife-of-a-soon-to-be-king’ thing, but you have shown me nothing but kindness and respect. I appreciate that.”

If he didn’t like your answer, he doesn’t say or show it. Though, since you stopped speaking, he hasn’t fidgeted in his spot. Is that a good thing? The silence consumes you again and your left to wonder why he asked in the first place. You quickly shake the uneasy thoughts out of your mind and instead focus on the songs of the bullfrogs and crickets. The two of you stand there for what seems like hours before he opens his mouth to speak again.

“That necklace you have, where did you get it?”

You still. Of course he noticed it. His hand lets go of yours and he starts to step away from you.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.”

Just as he is about to turn back to ease the tension between the two of you, you grasp his arm. You gently pull him back towards you, close enough that you can feel his breath lightly hit your face.

“No! No, it’s okay. I just don’t talk about it often. It’s something very special to me.”

You carefully retrieve the item from your neck. The pendant rests in your hands as the chain drapes over the back of them. Your thumb brushes over the front of it lightly before you look back up at him.

“I’m, uh, sure you remember that I’m an orphan?” He nods softly. “Well, when I was younger, I had a best friend. We used to play around the orphanage together, sneak out to stargaze. When people came to adopt, we stuck together. There was no person or couple that could separate us. At least until we were eight or so. I don’t remember all that happened, but he was adopted. Neither of us knew about it until the day someone came to pick him up. After that, I never saw him again. He left this pendant; something I’ve cherished all these years. For the longest time, I saw it as a silent promise that he’d be back someday. But now that it’s been twelve years, I’m not sure if I still believe that.”

“Is that why you’re out here?”

You sigh.

“I didn’t realise it until years after, but I fell in love with him. When you’re young, you don’t see it as what it actually is. And so I guess, it’s hard to believe that he’ll come back now that I’m here.”

His lips lift into a small smile. His hands clasp around your own, the pendant feeling warm against your fingers.

“If it makes you feel any better, I fell in love with you, too.”

Your brows furrow.

“I’m sorry?”

The smile on his face slowly disappears as he searches your confused look. He looks sad, almost distraught.

“Y/N, do you not recognize me?” He asks.

“What do you mean?”

“That little boy you were talking about? That’s me.”

Your feet move on their own as you take a step back, his hands falling from yours. Somehow, it feels like a joke to you. You spill your thoughts out to the man who you have barely gotten to know, and he claims that he is the one that you’ve been waiting for for all these years.

“I- I don’t believe you.”

The frown on his face deepens at both your movement and words. You can see that he wants to reach out to you again, but his arms stay by his side. He scrunches his face—most likely in thought—and his gaze drops to the ground. You can’t move. You want to hear what he’s thinking. Maybe it was a mistake telling him about the pendant.

“I still have that scar on my thigh,” he suddenly speaks. “We were running back to the orphanage when I tripped over a stone. I ran into that berry bush and a branch cut my leg. You had to run to get Ms. Eunji, she brought me back, and we had to explain why we were so far from the boundaries.”

You remember that day. It was the first day that either of you stepped past the boundaries your caretaker set for everyone. There was something about the mystery of what was beyond the orphanage, beyond the village, that intrigued you. Taehyung was hesitant to follow you into the small forest just outside of the boundaries, but in the end, he didn’t trust you to be fine on your own. The two of you spent most of the day exploring that you didn’t realise how long you were out there until the sun started to set. You ran back to the orphanage knowing that Ms. Eunji would be worried—and possibly mad that you broke one of the rules. Taehyung was behind you the entire time. You had heard a small yell from behind you and turned to see what happened. When your eyes caught the growing red stain on Taehyung’s pants, you quickly told him that you would get help. For the next few months, you and Taehyung were either kept indoors or played outside with her supervision. From then on, the two of you snuck out at night, starting your adventures of stargazing.

“Taehyung?”

There is something in the way he looks at you that makes your knees buckle. You collapse to the ground, tears running down your cheeks from the happiness you feel after finding him again. He follows quickly after you, kneeling in front of you. His hands cup your cheeks, rubbing at them.

“Hey, hey why are you crying?” Taehyung asks softly.

You sniffle, rubbing at your tears as well. Your breath hitches in a hiccup every few seconds and you can barely speak.

“I didn’t- I didn’t think that you’d come- come back.”

“Well, I’m here. For good.”

Taehyung’s hands let go of your cheeks. He moves to sit on the ground beside you, pulling you into his lap. His hands wrap around your waist, holding you as close as possible. You rest your head against his collarbone. Your tears slowly subside as he holds you. Once Taehyung can see that you are okay again, he takes a deep breath to speak.

“I really did try to see you again. But I was kept a secret until only last year. I wasn’t able to leave the palace grounds,” Taehyung explains.

“So that means you’re actually royalty?”

His laugh is infectious. You find yourself smiling at him as he stares down at you with a playful look on his face.

“Yeah, crazy huh? Ms. Eunji knew the whole time.”

“Wow. And she never treated you any differently from the rest of us.”

You click your tongue. What she had mentioned to you at your wedding finally makes sense. The boy you had been searching for was here the whole time. Was it hard for her to keep from treating him as someone more special than the others? Or did she not care that he was royalty and treated him just as she would any child?

“And for that, I am thankful,” he added.

You smile at him. You are happy to see that he is still the same loving and caring person that you knew when you were younger. Though, there is still something that picks at your thoughts.

“How did you know it was me?”

Taehyung hums, chuckling lightly.

“I had my suspicions from the moment we met. Out of all of the women that came, you were the only one that was from the orphanage. Of course, there was still the possibility that you had already been with someone or moved elsewhere in the kingdom, but I had my hopes. From then, you continued to prove that it was you. The night walk, the storytelling. But when you stopped to see the children and Ms. Eunji, I knew then and there that you were the girl I had been looking for all these years.”

His voice warms your heart. Just as you had been searching for him, he had been looking for you, too. Maybe it is because of the stillness of the night, or maybe it was written in the stars, but you knew right then and there that the two of you were meant to be.

You lift your head from his chest to stare into his eyes. Neither of you speak for a moment. Your hands move to brush against his cheek lovingly, holding him in your palm. With a warm smile, his hand covers your own. His thumb rubs the skin on the back of your hand. Taehyung’s eyes start to drift from yours, taking in your face. They pause at the sight of your lips. Quietly, he asks you.

“I know we just met again, but could I kiss you?”

“Of course.”

Neither of you nor Taehyung hesitate to close the distance between your lips. At first, it’s only a light press as the both of you find comfort in the touch. A moment passes before Taehyung tilts his head slightly, pushing his lips against yours as much as he can. His free hand finds purchase on the back of your neck and presses you even closer. You can feel him smile. A moment more and he is moving his lips against your own. It takes a second for you to find the perfect rhythm, but once you do, you smile against his kiss in response.

Finally, you found you home.

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blackcherrykiss · 4 years ago

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BLOOD BOUNDARIES - Enhypen OT7 Fanfic (ch.1)

[CH.2 ] next chapter

genre: vampire au, romance, drama, mystery, thriller

note: written inspired by enhypen's storyline, given-taken lyrics & teasers. please keep in mind all members are apart of this fanfic and the main theme is mystery/drama!

*note: pronouns she/her is used just in the beginning for the reader/whoever you imagine in this situation.

Wispy grass cuts at her ankles like shards of glass as she gravitated toward the endless forest. She had grown curious after desperate and painful cries could be heard from the forest during the deadly hours of the night. These cries had been going on for days if not weeks, keeping her wide awake at night. She now stood just a few feet away from the thin line between sun-glazed grass and a gravely dim forest. It was as if the shadowed forest was calling her name until a cold hand wrenched at her wrist.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Jungwon quickly stopped Y/N from getting any closer to the darkness that radiated from the unknown.

"Why does it matter? And let go of my wrist it hurts!" She raised her voice while trying to haul her arm out of his painfully tight grip.

"It's against the rules!" Jungwon urged.

It was true, the adults and caregivers at the boarding school had always mentioned that the forest was forbidden for many unanswered reasons. But breaking the rules wasn't something that would cause Jungwon to act like this.

"As if you haven't broken any rules before," Y/N's eyes almost rolled to the back of her head when she said that. "It wasn't like I was actually going to go anyways..." Her tone lowered, letting go of any curiosity beyond the boundary to avoid a further argument with him.

"Sorry... I was just... Worried." He muttered with a wave of relief in his shaky voice. His tense shoulders had finally lowered as he exhaled with a long breath.

"Worried?" Y/N says with a clear question mark in her voice, "So you hear it too at night... Don't you?"

"Hear what at night?" Y/N could hear the very lie slip right through his tongue.

"The cries in the woods late at night. Don't act like you don't hear it Yang Jungwon."

He froze, his body growing stiffer and tenser at the sound of his full name being said.

"Look, I don't know... Let's just head back... Our curfew isn't long and you know that." He shook his head and pulled her by the wrist, this time without as much force.

Jungwon was just another one of your friends. If anything, the two of you weren't that close. But these days, your friendship had actually begun to deepen with him. You were both oddly similar and clicked faster than most people. And with his calm and mature personality, talking with him was never a chore.

However, seeing him so worked up and hostile over "breaking rules" was so unusual. The vivid memory only seemed to linger in the back of your mind along the walk back.

"Jungwon are you hiding something from me?" You trailed behind, ensuring your heels pedalled in harmony up the concrete steps.

"I'm not hiding anything." He sighed with a clear rise of frustration in his bleak tone.

The sound of his sharp sigh intimidated you, creating a deafening silence throughout the rest of the journey back. The loud sound of nothingness only came to an end once you had crossed paths with a familiar face.

"Oh, Yang Jungwon! I was waiting for you." A scarlet haired boy hollered.

You knew the red-head. It was no other than Lee Heeseung but it wasn't like he knew your face or your name. You were always kind of a nobody to people. Meanwhile, Heeseung was part of a collection of boys who happen to be the hottest topic amongst the female dorm. Who doesn't know them?

"Who's this?" Heeseung sneaked in a smile that exposed his pearly teeth after you connected eyes with him.

"You should get going Y/N... I'll explain another time." Jungwon shook his head, trying to end any further conversation between you and Heeseung.

"You're friends with him?" You whispered, completely ignoring what he had just said. Your eyes could just not believe they were seeing Lee Heeseung so up close. You couldn't help it, he was so pretty for no reason. You stare in awe only to trip up the last step of the staircase, scraping your hand horribly against the pavement in an attempt to catch yourself. Your face began to bubble with embarrassment, a slow but hot burn boiling at your cheeks. Perhaps your falling made it quite obvious you were distracted by the look of Heeseung as he was quick to react.

"Are you alright?" Heeseung came closer from behind Jungwon, making you dizzy with the feeling of hallucination. You were so convinced he was a hologram.

"It's only bleeding a bit. I'll be fi..." You couldn't finish your sentence now that you were utterly lost in his eyes. He crouched down beside you with eyes that glittered like the first snow. You were pathetically falling for him at that moment, breathless.

"Are you sure?" He took your hand with a feathery touch, bringing himself dangerously close to exam it. He knew exactly what he was doing as his scent lured you deep into his entrance. "Your hand doesn't look alright." Heeseung hummed as your hand oozed with crimson blood when he applied pressure near the wound. The sight of the excessive amount of bright red liquid streaming down to your forearm causing you to wince.

There was something about seeing others bleed that didn't affect you as much as seeing your own. It was as if the wound hurt a thousand times more now that you could visibly see the blood coming out of you.

"I have bandaids in my d-dorm. I think I have tissues in my bag a-actually.." You said a little more light-headed as more blood streamed down the side of your palm. Heeseung's clutch on your flesh only seemed to turn his knuckles white when you said that.

"Is that so?" Heeseung brought your wrist close to his lips to the point where you could feel the steam of his breath hit your flesh. Before you question him further he began licking from where the blood had rolled down, up until the tip of his tongue met the fresh wound. You were at a loss of words as Jungwon yanked you as far away as possible from Heeseung.

Your head went into a blur as Jungwon spun you around with quick steps. You weren't sure what was happening or where he was even dragging you but whatever just happened, had left a weird taste in your mouth.

"Slow down Jungwon... I'm getting really light-headed." You said while clenching onto your forehead but he didn't seem to stop. "Jungwon what's the matter with you?!" You shouted, causing him to finally stop in his tracks.

You caught your breath and kept losing balance trying to stand still. Your head was spinning and you started to feel sick to your stomach.

"I didn't mean for your introduction with Heeseung to be like that... God, this is so messed up? I'll take you to the nurse, don't worry about this all... Shit, I'm so sorry..." He began rambling as he shook his head.

"No... No, it's alright just drop me off to the girl's dorm I'll be fine. I just don't know what's going on. That was just kind of weird... Right? I'm not crazy right?" You just couldn't believe Heeseung had just licked your hand, your blood. It was so alarming and strange.

"Just stay away from him. Please."

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I know the first chapter was super lame but I swear the other chapters get more interesting. Every detail I include in this book is important to make a mental note of. only going to update on here if people find this interesting :)

[CH.2 ] next chapter

#enhypen vampire #enhypen fanfic #enhypen vampire au #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #jungwon #heeseung #enhypen jay #enhypen jake #sunghoon #sunoo #enhypen niki #yang jungwon #lee heeseung #park jongseong #sim jaeyun #park sunghoon #kim sunoo #nishimura riki

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donkey-hyuck · 2 years ago

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¡MASTERLIST!

WORD COUNT -

GENRE - angst haha | fluff | established relationship!au | CEO!au | slowburn?

CHARACTERS/PAIRING - CEO!jaehyun x orphanage caregiver!fem!reader | nct/wayv

INTRODUCTION - getting into a relationship when you were at the lowest point of your life dragged you down to the bottom. but it dragged the ones you loved as well.

—

“Let me go! Let me at her!”

The girl was shocked to still see her boss shielding her from you. And she felt embarrassed to let him hear the rude words come out of her mouth. Karma’s a bitch.

Quietly, she speed-walked to her car leaving the two of you alone again.

“Why didn’t you let me at her? She was being a rude asshole.”

“Y/n. She’s my secretary. And she’s always been like that. But don’t worry about her, okay. Please just let me help you,” he begged. It was too late for him to just leave you on the road.

You sighed, the dizziness was now getting to you.

“Fine. I need to get to my car, though,” you pushed him off of you.

“I don’t think you’re capable of driving right now,” he retorted.

“Then what the hell am I supposed to do?”

And that was how you ended up sitting in the passenger seat of Jaehyun’s luxury car. That was also how you first met Jeong Jaehyun.

So much for first impressions.

—

“Why don’t you eat, love?” This was the third time he cut you off and the second time he referred to you as an endearing person. He acted as if he knew you for his entire life.

“Jaehyun.”

“Jaehyun… It’s really okay. I mean this is also the least I could do- uhm- especially after last night. Also, my house is a bit of a mess, I'm sorry about that.”

“Don’t apologize about that, Y/n. Now eat.”

“I have more eggs in the fridge. I can make my own, don’t worry about it,” you felt your face flush with heat.

—

“I hope to see you again, Y/n.” Yeah right.

“I hope so too,” you said bitterly before rushing to your car.

“Y/n!” He said before you could finish shutting your door. You groaned to yourself, stepping back out of your car and facing him again. You wanted to save yourself from the self-bashing already.

—

“Why are you crying, love?” He still held the same, sweet, smile.

“…. I love you.”

RELEASE DATE: SEPT. 1ST, 2023 - 10 P.M. EST

#nct #nct 127 #nct jaehyun #nct jung jaehyun #nct 127 jaehyun #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun angst #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun drabbles #jaehyun imagines #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct angst #nct fluff #nct 127 angst #nct 127 scenarios #nct 127 imagines #[the RUPTURED series]

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jadelynlace · 3 years ago

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Alright, so I remember ink ivar and reader talking about pegging once… Did they ever try it? Please say yes, please say yes 🙏🏻

Oh my god see my brain short circuits thinking about this. Ink Ivar and pegging? Hold me.

I think, and hear me out, Ivar jokes about it. Guy humor, ya know? But one time, reader totally tops him, holds his wrists down while she rides him, however you’d like to imagine, and Ivar…..oh that opens up a whole new world for that poor man. And then he can’t, for the life of him, stop thinking about her being his dom. In her uniform, while she’s in charge of the station and now he’s suddenly squirming in his chair at the parlor because he never thought he’d be turned on by being a sub. But now he needs it to happen.

He needs reader to come home in her blues, give him that look (the glare, if you will, when she’s peeved—which may or may not be adopted from the glare the guys all joke that I have), and put him on his knees. And tell him what to do. Which, again, is where it gets tricky, for her, because she’s in charge all the time. And when she’s with Ivar she gives up that control because she trusts him, and is kinda head over heels in love with the dork.

Ivar takes that role pretty seriously, those awesome caregiver vibes, her protector, all that jazz. So to have them switched? It takes a minute. It takes a minute and a lot of communication. Trials and errors. Yes, of course reader takes care of Ivar in every sense—aftercare is very important for both of them, every time. Not only that, but their sex isn’t always so “role-dependent” (in this AU). Ink Ivar just loves to make love.

Technically, yes, Ivar is the dom, with endless tattoos and a giant, but he’s also a squishy nerd who just needs and wants to be loved. And yes reader is the sub, curled up around him, but she’s also one hell of a woman who drives a fucking ladder truck and walks through flames for a living.

So, to answer your question after all of that: yes. Yes. Reader pegs him. Reader pegs him, and they practically have a blood oath not to tell anyone. Which, makes it all the greater because then they both really get to let down their guard, their walls, and their “roles” and it’s an entirely new level of trust and excitement for them. And reader also finds out, very quickly, that Ivar is a good boy.

#vikings #modern vikings #vikings au #modern ivar #ivar #ivar au #moder ivar au #ivar x reader #Vikings ivar #ivar smut #modern ivar smut #modern vikings smut #ivar x you #modern ivar x you #modern ivar x reader #— a gun shot. ( answered )#— hands so bloody tastes like honey. ( ink drinker vibes: ivar )#— hands so bloody tastes like honey. ( ink drinker vibes )#— i am i am i am. ( my writings & creations )

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littletxt · 3 years ago

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FOR REQUESTING.

— i thought it might help some readers who want to request but can’t think of any scenarios to have a prompt/idea list.

DIALOGUE PROMPTS.

“Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that”

“I missed you so much”

“Daddy is so proud of you, little one”

“Shh, it was just a bad dream. Just a dream, okay? None of it was real.”

“You’re the only thing that makes me smile”

“Do I have to?”

“Baby, please, it’s time to go to bed.”

“one more minute please”

“I already said I don’t want to!”

“use your words sweetheart”

“you’re so brave aren’t you baby?”

“I hope you know by now how much you mean to me.”

“there’s no need to be embarrassed”

“Can you come with me? I don’t wanna go on my own.”

“You're comfy, and are now my new pillow.”

“You don’t have to pretend around me.”

“It’s not up for discussion”

“Shh, you're safe. I won't let you go."

SCENARIO PROMPTS.

Character B stops by A’s place without any prior warning, leading them to walk in on A being deep in little space.

Character A lives a stressful life. One day B suggests age regression so A won’t be so worked up all the time.

Character A and B have been good friends/dating/work together for a while now. For one reason or another, they’re going to be moving in together! A feels that it’s time to reveal to B that they’re an age regressor.

Character B is cooking/baking and A wants to help! A is usually able to help, but this time, they’re deep in little space.

Character A has gone to sleep while big, but after a nightmare, they wake up in little space.

Character A got hurt/sick and now has to deal with B fussing over them.

Character B takes A to the toy store to buy their first little toy/stuffie.

Somehow, character A has gotten dirty, so B decides that it’s bathtime.

While shopping, character A gets distracted and loses track of where B is. Unfortunately, they were also teetering between headspaces, and now they’re little and lost.

Character A and B were watching a scary movie/show when, after a particularly bad scare, A slips into little space.

Character A wants to play pretend/dress-up/tea party and ropes B into playing along.

Character A is in little space, but is trying their hardest to make sure that B doesn’t know.

It’s bedtime and character B is getting A ready for bed.

Character C has found out that Character A is also an age regressor, and is trying to figure out how to bring it up.

Character C and character A are getting together for playdate! (Caregiver supervision by Character B is optional)

It’s arts and craft time, and Character A has made their caregiver a masterpiece that they’re very proud of.

It’s winter! Character A builds a snowperson with their caregiver and there are snowy shenanigans.

Character A comes running to Character B after a nightmare.

Character B is away on a trip and Character A regresses alone — which prompts a video call with their caregiver.

Character B gets hurt and Character A has to take care of them while all they want to do is regress.

Character A isn’t taking care of themself and Character B decides that it might be time for a break, not knowing Character A is on the verge of regressing from exhaustion.

Regression, but in an AU (supernatural au, feudal au, post-apocalypse, vampire, harry potter, you name it)

Character A is meeting Character B in person for the first time, after they��ve been helping as a caregiver online for months.

The snow is covering the door, so Character A and B are taking a cozy day in.

Character A wants a cookie, but Character B is adamant that they need to wait until after dinner. Who comes out on top victorious?

Character A broke the rules and Character B has to discipline them. Is B a softie or are they tough on A?

Character B gets Character A their first adult pacifier.

Character A and B play superheroes.

Character A listens to music with “adult words” in front of Character B. What damage control do they put in place?

Character A/B is bribing Character A/B with candy to keep quiet. What are they keeping quiet?

Arriving home, Character B overhears Character A speaking with someone. Upon further investigation, Character B finds Character A talking to their most beloved stuffie, expressing how much they love their caregiver.

Character A never really celebrated their birthday much in their youth, so Character B decides to throw a huge birthday celebration that immediately causes Character A to slip into their headspace.

Character A’s prized plushie is worn for wear and needs a little patching up, which Character B is more than happy to do for them.

Character B knows exactly every little tick Character A has, and that includes what things make them regress.

Character B has always been a caregiver at heart, but lately they’ve been yearning for someone to care for them.

Character A goes nonverbal in their headspace, and Character B stumbles upon them as they’re regressed. Character A has to explain what’s going on nonverbally.

Character A begins regressing into a younger headspace than normal, but no need to fret- Character B is always willing to accommodate them.

Character A surprises their caregiver Character B with breakfast in bed.

Character A notices how stressed their caregiver Character B has been, and decides to help.

celebrating holidays with their caregiver - halloween, Christmas, easter, Father’s Day

NOTE. CAN BE USED FOR MXM, CAREGIVER! IDOL X LITTLE! READER, OR CAREGIVER! READER X LITTLE! IDOL. PROMPTS CAN BE MIXED AND MATCHED WITH OTHER PROMPTS.

Yesss thank youuu “anonie”😘

Note: I’m willing to write poly caregiver relationships! I especially love writing one member being a caregiver for another member.

🧸💕🧸💕🧸💕

More prompts:

#character A and B were baking and B had to go to the shops quickly/ or out of the room for a min bc they forgot something and when they come back they find character A eating the cake batter

#Little adopting a pet with their Caregiver

#Little painting with their Caregiver(s)

#Two members being your caregivers

#playdate with one member with another member watching over you two as your caregiver

#agere #txt imagines #txt soft hours #agerespace #beomgyu #soobin #taehyun #yeonjun #age regressor #sfw little community #littletxt asks🍼

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harryspet · 4 years ago

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𝓽𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓸𝓷 ... 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓼

This December, for the holidays and to celebrate my followers, I’m giving readers a chance to request drabbles/one-shots but I’m also hoping some writers want to share the Holiday joy too! I have a list of dark prompts as well as holiday prompts so feel free to mix and match them however you like!

𝓇𝓊𝓁𝑒𝓈 & 𝑔𝓊𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈

You don’t have to follow me but it would be greatly appreciated!!

Please be courteous and only send one request especially if you’re using anon.

When sending a request, tell me the character(s) + 1-3 dialogue prompts (have fun combining them) + au idea (optional)

I prefer to write for (aged up) Peter Parker, Bucky Barnes or Steve Rogers. If you’d like to include MJ, Natasha, Thor, Loki, Wanda or Sam please combine them with those three. Threesomes and foursomes welcome ^^

Make these unique! If you just want pure angst, smut, or fluff then choose your prompts accordingly. I’m hoping people enjoy mixing the holiday prompts with the dark ones (though its not required) so please read through them all. There are a lot of good ones!!

Most of these will probably end up being around 300-700 words.

I write dark fics which means there may be mentions of violence, abuse, noncon/dubcon and just angst overall. If you have limits, please let me know.

I may reject your request if I feel it’s too similar to what I’ve already written or if you ignore the rules. I may also close requests if I get too many.

𝓘𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓪 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓻 and you’d like to write a drabble/one-shot using my lists then please let me know! I’ll be sure to give it a reblog and add it to my #fic recs if you tag me @harryspet and #tistheseasonfordarkfics. There’s no due date, just participate if you’re interested! :)

Don’t choose prompts with strikethroughs.

𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮: CLOSED

𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓉𝓈

“I wish I’d never met you.”

“Did you just stick your tongue out at me?”

“I’m done. We’re done.”

“Why are you fighting me?”

“I’ve never…they kept me untouched. For you”

“Did you just bite me?!”

“If I’m dead then how come you can see me?”

“It’s cute that you think you can defy me.”

“Duct tape. I need it for... taping something.”

“Why don’t you smile anymore?”

“Fuck you.”

“Your soul is mine.”

“Looks like you need to be trained.“

“It’s not...not going to hurt, is it?”

“I don’t ... I don’t remember my name.”

“Did you see the way they looked at you?”

“How dare you challenge me.”

“I’ll let you go when I’m finished with you.”

“Hand Daddy his belt and take your shirt off.”

“I don’t like when they touch you.”

“Are you getting sore, all cooped up in that cage all day?”

“Shhh. It’s all right. I’ll be gentle.”

“Daddy wants to hear you sing a song. Sit on my lap and make Daddy happy.”

“Shit, are you crying? I didn’t mean to hit that hard!”

“You can’t take people as property!”

“I feel like you’re taking advantage of me.”

“So … uh.. who is that person … they keep texting you?”

“Fuck, I love you like this, all rounded with our child…”

“You wouldn’t want him/her/them finding out about this, would you?”

“You haven’t earned it. What are you going to do for me?”

“Stop crying.”

“You’re not in trouble, sweetheart.”

“I’ve been looking for you all night, and you are in desperate need of my help.”

“And the hunter becomes the hunted.”

“They hurt you and I’m going to hurt them back.”

“Never steal anything from someone you can’t outrun, kid.”

“Hands off, alpha. Never learn any self-control?”

“Can i stay at your place tonight? I don’t feel safe here.”

“I really think you need to see a doctor.”

“Everything that happened is your fault.”

“You...you were never supposed to find out.”

“Well, hello beautiful!”

“You want to what? That’s embarrassing!”

“You look a little lost, omega.”

“We need to talk...about the pregnancy.”

“Oh, did someone get lonely?”

𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒾𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓉𝓈

"Excuse me—where is my Christmas kiss?"

"I made you some hot cocoa."

''I just want you for my own.''

"You didn't have to get me anything."

“I don't remember the last time I truly enjoyed Christmas."

"Go on, open it."

"Did you spike the eggnog?"

"I can't believe you did that to Santa..."

“You're my best Christmas present this year.”

“How many Christmas lights does one person need?”

“Shut up! Santa is real.”

“I hate winter.”

“Aren’t you just Santa’s Little Helper?”

“Son of a nutcracker!”

"You didn’t bring date to the party, did you? Because I need someone to kiss at midnight."

“No you don’t understand, I need a picture with Santa!”

“I can’t reach the top of the tree to put the star on.”

“Oh the weather outside is frightful.”

“This is our first Christmas together and I want it to be special.”

“Don’t you dare buy me that.”

“Tell me what you want for Christmas.”

“Fuck it let’s just get drunk.”

“We can build a snowman.”

“What no, that’s not daddy, that’s Santa”

“Maybe if I kiss you, you’ll feel warmer.”

“I can not believe the car broke down in the middle of nowhere 3 hours before it’s officially Christmas.”

“...I think we’re snowed in...”

“I hate work Christmas parties.”

“What do you mean you’re working on Christmas?!”

“I refuse to have a baby on Christmas.”

“Call me an elf one more time!”

“It’s the most wonderful time of the year.”

“I’m freezing, you’re warm. Hug me.”

“I don’t even have a family to celebrate with, so what’s the point?“

“Forbid Christmas? No one can forbid Christmas.”

“We can add a special ornament to the collection each year. This year's is for our future baby.”

“I’m not going to kiss you under the mistletoe.”

“Remind me why I can’t kill the carolers?”

“No one should be alone on Christmas!”

“So you’re going to dress up as Santa.”

“You burnt the holiday cookies!”

“Wanna go skating in Central Park?”

“How can you possibly look good with snow in your hair?”

“If you throw that snowball you’re declaring war”

“You didn’t really think I’d let you spend Christmas alone, did you?”

This list is a compilation of a bunch of starters I found on tumblr so you may recognize quotes from movies and songs! I reblogged a lot of the original posts on my side blog @parkerspet.

𝒶𝓊 & 𝓈𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓈 (optional)

Arranged marriage au - Angel/demon au - Assassin au - Apocalypse au - Android au - Amnesia au - Babysitter au - Bodyguard au - Bookstore au - Baker au - Band au - Bounty hunter au - Brothel au - Camp Counselor au - Camping au - College au - Criminal au - Caregiver/Little au - Doctor au - Domestic au - Enemies au - Ex au - Forbidden Love au - Fugitive au - Gang au - Hero/Villian au - Immortal au - Kidnapped au - Mafia au - Maid au - Marriage au - Neighbor au - A/B/O au - Porn Star au - Prostitute au - Royalty au - Serial Killer au - Stalker au - Stripper au - Tattoo Shop au - Werewolf au - Yandere au

tagging all the fics #tistheseasonfordarkfics and #harryspetrequests !

𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓽𝓼

tagging some authors :) @cherienymphe @andybarberslxt @mypoisonedvine @nsfwsebbie @darkficsyouneveraskedfor @mcudarklibrary @opheliadawnwalker3 @autumnrose40 @marvelmaree @thecutestlittlebunbunfairy @buckysbunny @buckybarnesplumwhore @honeyloverogers @mariessecretfantasies @mrwinterr @yanderepeterparker @raisincookieswrites

#tistheseasonfordarkfics #harryspetrequests #dark fic #dark!steve rogers #dark!steve x reader #dark!steve #bucky barnes #Steve Rogers #dark!bucky #dark bucky barnes #peter parker #dark!peter parker #black!reader

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bangtiddies · 5 years ago

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The Other Sunflower (Part One)

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader, side Vmin Genre: Angst, Fluff, Childhood Friends, Hybird AU (kinda?), Dystopian Sci Fi (kinda?) Rating: PG15 Words: 2.8k Warnings: mentions of death, child neglect, anxiety, and panic attacks

Summary: When sunflowers are grown too close together, they'll compete and won't mature fully. Yoongi, grown too close to you, was taken away from you so you can reach full maturity. Now, after escaping from the garden, you try to find out what happened to Yoongi.

Note: This is my Bouquet Days gift for @shadowsremedy!! I’m so sorry it took so long for me to write and post this but I hope you love it! 🥺 I tried to incorporate the things you mentioned into this fic so it might be one genius plot or a big clusterfuck. We’ll find out 😉 Also a massive thank you for @mikroparadise for reading this fic and giving me the validation I need and to all my fellow writers across different network servers who helped me with research!

You don’t remember much of your childhood other than blurred memories of the sun, wires connected to your body, and isolation. What you do remember clearly, however, is the young boy you spent time with.

They tried to erase your memories of him. From the wires they connected to the stickers on your brain, they wanted you to forget. But in moments of darkness, when the sun wasn’t enough for you, you would remember the other sunflower in The Garden. The other sunflower they released because he was no longer useful to them.

When you asked for him after he was taken away, they told you that if sunflowers are growing too close to each other, they’d compete and not reach full maturity. That he had to be removed. In hushed whispers while you were pretending to be asleep, they talked about how he was ‘not needed’. You were all they needed. The only sunflower growing in The Garden.

It was lonely being the only sunflower. They wouldn’t let you mingle with the poppies or the roses. The curious daisies and buttercups would try to talk to you, only to be shooed away by them. You grew up in isolation. And when the moon shone through the windows of your room, your dome, your lab, the memories of your playful childhood with the other sunflower would start to materialise in the room around you.

Around you, versions of the younger you play with versions of the other sunflower, chasing each other around the room. Secrets shared in hushed whispers when he'd sneak out of his tube in the dome to talk to you under the stars and moonlight.

When you finally fell asleep, those memories would disappear with the sunrise. They would wake you up when the sun was shining through the dome to do more tests on your body. To force your body to reach the best it possibly could. They had high expectations for you. Their only sunflower.

Running away from The Garden wasn't a choice that had crossed your mind.

But, after you had reached your maturity, you stumbled upon the file in the office right next to your dome. The office was empty, the staff member who was usually there had gone to get lunch. They trusted you too much, thinking that your curious nature was gone. That your memories of the other sunflower were erased. Now that you were fully mature, they trusted you to be their willing tool.

The file showed information of the other sunflower. Flicking through it, you read that the other sunflower was deposited in a city not too far away from The Garden. You continued to look through the file, searching for any more information that would help you. You reached the back of the file and you found it. An address. A name you had forgotten.

Min Yoongi.

Your curious nature got the best of you. You had no reason to stay in The Garden. You had no close friends, no motivation to stay there as their tool. You wanted to find the only thing that gave you light.

And at night, you slip out of The Garden. It was too easy.

Without looking back, you head toward the city to find Min Yoongi.

To find the other sunflower.

The city is a lot different to the images you've seen in books, having only seen the big buildings and bright pretty lights. The city is overwhelming, people and vehicles everywhere, your years in isolation making you realise that you lack in any kind of social skills. Sunflowers are supposed to be pretty and stand tall in the sun. You never had any lessons on how to communicate with people. Now that you think about it, other than the other sunflower, you hardly talked to anyone in The Garden at all.

Finding the address is difficult - navigating the city was different to what you had expected. Your pride in your navigation skills from the tests you had to take diminishes in the bustling streets of the city. But after a few hours of taking wrong turns and using the map of the city you found in the cabinets of the office, you finally found the address you were looking for.

The building of the address is old, the stone walls covered in vines and morning glories. The flowers tell you that they took over the building, giggling to each other about their plan to cover the whole street. A sign above the door of the building writes a word that you wish you knew about before you found the address.

Orphanage.

Your heart sinks at the word, your realisation that the other sunflower was probably discarded somewhere that was convenient because he was no longer useful to The Garden. You doubt that he would be here, knowing well enough that if you're a matured flower, he would be too. Still, you knock on the door, in hopes that you'd find more information about the other sunflower.

You wait a few minutes in anticipation, before the door is slowly opened by a curious young girl with doe eyes. She stares at you with wide eyes, a mixture of excitement and fear in them.

"Hello," you give her a smile. "Is there an adult I can speak to here?"

She nods, staring at you for a little while longer as if she's analysing you before scurrying away. You ask the morning glories if they can hear discussions going on inside.

She told an older woman that you're a pretty lady. You sunflowers always know how to please people.

You smile to yourself at the morning glory's words, just as an older woman walks to the door.

"Hello, can I help you?" she asks you, looking you up and down.

One of the morning glories tells you, they don't get enough adopters here. They're probably wondering if you're here to adopt a child.

You try not to let your smile falter. You want to. The young girl looks so excited that you might be here to adopt her and your heart almost breaks that you have to bring that excitement down. Still, you keep the smile on your face, ready to charm the older woman into telling you about what you came here for - the other sunflower.

"Hello, I'm looking for an old friend of mine and the information I found tells me that he was once here."

The young girl's excitement drops a little, but she still continues to look at you with such awe. You hope that you're not using your charm too much.

You are, one of the morning glories whisper.

Another one says, who are you looking for?

"Sure, what's his name," the older woman asks, charmed by your smile, returning it with a kind smile.

"Min Yoongi," you say, answering both her question and the one from the morning glory.

The morning glories gasp. The older woman's jaw drops a little before she composes herself.

"Come in," she says quietly, opening the door wider to invite you in.

We heard about Min Yoongi from our mothers, the morning glories say as you walk into the orphanage. He's a bad sunflower.

You wonder what they mean by 'bad sunflower' while you follow the older woman to the door of what seems to be an office. The young girl follows the two of you before she's stopped by another woman, this one younger than the older woman, whom you're assuming is the lead caregiver of this orphanage.

"C'mon, Daisy. It's supposed to be your bedtime," the younger caregiver says, picking the young girl up. You give the girl a small smile as she's whisked away by the woman.

The lead caregiver opens the door to the office, and she invites you into the room. You walk in, the older woman closing the door to the office before moving to the desk. You look around the room, the lack of wallpaper in the building unnerving to you. There's an uncovered light bulb hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the room. Three small windows are placed on two sides of the square room and the lack of curtains shows you glimpses of the city through the many vines and morning glories. The room looks nothing like an office, and more like an unfurnished room in the midst of renovation.

"You might not like what I'm about to show you," she says, grabbing a file from the first drawer of the desk and handing it to you. You accept it, giving her a grateful smile, feeling the rough texture of the yellowing cardboard file before sitting down on the small wooden chair in front of the desk and opening it. There seems to be a few documents in there but the first one catches your attention. It's a newspaper article.

Local gang fights lead to deaths of young men.

The article is recent, dated a year ago. You look through the names of the suspected deaths before your eyes land on one.

Min Yoongi.

Tears prickle at your eyes as your hands shake, gripping the sides of the file. The light bulb in the room turns off. Shadows from the lights outside that filtered through the small windows start to overtake the room as the brightness of the room disappears. The shadows whispering to you, asking you to give them physical forms. The lead caretaker mumbles something about a power cut but you don't hear her. All you can think about is the despair that you'll never see the other sunflower again. The morning glories outside start yelling at you, telling you to SNAP OUT OF IT!!

Small arms wrap themselves around you as the light in the room suddenly turns back on. You take your eyes off the file to turn to the body wrapped around you to see the young girl from before. Daisy.

"Don't let the Shadows take over," she whispers to you.

And then you realise. You realise why she's been looking at you with such curious eyes. Not only was she expecting for an adopter but she saw who you were underneath the skin of a normal human being. The young girl, she's like you -- a Flower. A daisy. But she's a little different to the daisies at The Garden, she doesn't have the same aura as normal flowers and Flowers from The Garden. You can't quite put a finger on it but you know that she knows. She knows you're a Flower.

"Daisy!" the woman from before barges into the office, steam coming out of her ears. "What did I say about bedtime?"

Daisy pouts, gripping her arms around you. "I want to be with the pretty lady."

"The pretty lady isn't here for you, Daisy," the lead caretaker says from her desk with an exasperated sigh. She turns to you with an apologetic smile. "I'm so sorry about her. Ever since one of our co-workers left, she's been, uh, difficult."

"You should go meet Taetae, pretty lady!" Daisy says, unwrapping herself from around you so she can show you her grin with missing teeth. "He likes sunflowers!"

"Okay, enough about Mr Kim, young lady. It's time for bed," the younger caretaker says, grabbing Daisy's hand and pulling her out of the office. Daisy waves at you with a knowing smile before the office door is closed. You turn back to the head caretaker.

"Thank you so much for your help," you say to her, giving her a charming smile.

She smiles back. "If there's anything I can help you with, let me know."

Get Kim Taehyung's address, the morning glories whisper. He's just like you. He can help you.

You use your charm on the head caretaker, giving her the brightest smile you can muster. "Actually, could I ask you a favour?"

The house in front of you has sunflowers on the front porch. They face the sun with pride, ready to lift the spirits of the people who walk past. Look at me! Look at me!

Daisy lets go of your hand, running to the front door of the house and ringing the doorbell before you could say anything to stop her. You stand by the open front gate awkwardly as the door opens a few minutes after. Daisy jumps in excitement.

"Taetae!" she giggles, leaping into the arms of the man who opened the door. He looks surprised a second before a boxy grin breaks out and he wraps his arms around the small girl.

"Daisy, what are you doing here?" he asks, adjusting her so he's resting her on his hips. He looks at her with such joy, as if she lights up his world.

He must love children, you think, letting the sunflowers hear your thoughts.

Oh, he does, the sunflowers say. We think he loves them more than us.

The man, you notice, seems to be a Flower, his bright red hair and eyebrows being an obvious flower trait. If you got a better look at him, you'd guess exactly what kind of flower he is. You think about asking the sunflowers, but you’re a little worried that the sunflowers might tell him your thoughts.

"I came here with a pretty sunflower lady!" Daisy points a finger at you. “She stayed the night at the orphanage and read me a nice book.”

You awkwardly smile as the man turns his attention toward you. You lift your hand to wave your fingers, and your breath hitches when you see that the man's eyes darkened at the sight of you.

"How about we get inside," he says. "We wouldn't want any unwanted listeners."

He invites you inside the house, still holding Daisy on his hips, and he closes the door behind you. You hear him talking to the sunflowers, and in that moment, you also realise what kind of flower he is. He's a unique one, one you haven't quite seen nor heard of before. But you do remember looking at files of failed projects in The Garden during your training.

"Kim Taehyung," you whisper. "Bird of Paradise."

The man, who was walking past you down the hallway, stops in his tracks. He breathes in deeply, before breathing out again.

"Follow me," he whispers, leading you down the hall. The interior of the house is like the exterior, bright and colourful with paintings of sunflowers on the walls. But with the lights out and the curtains drawn, the hallway looks dark and eerie. It looks almost like you had stepped into one of those virtual reality tests where you had to search for a perpetrator. Anxiety fills your lungs at the reminder of those tests. You hated those tests.

Pushing your anxiety aside, you follow Kim Taehyung down the hall toward a door. He opens it and you see stairs leading down. You follow him down into the basement, the lack of windows making you feel slightly more on edge. The lights on the walls are enough for you to see the steps below you and Kim Taehyung's red hair in front of you. When you reach the bottom of the stairs, you find that you're standing in front of three doors. Each of the doors look exactly the same, brown and worn with a copper door handle.

Kim Taehyung places Daisy down on her feet, before turning to the door on the furthest right and unlocking it, opening the door to yet another hallway. He flicks the light switch by the entrance and the lights down the hallway turn on one by one. The hallway is long and narrow, and you wonder how long it goes on for. The stone walls of the underground hallway intimidates you as you start walking toward an unknown destination. Daisy holds your hand and Kim Taehyung's, a bounce in her step.

The three of you walk for a good ten minutes or so before the path splits into two. Kim Taehyung stops, looks around, before leading you down the left path. You walk for another five minutes before you reach another door. Kim Taehyung unlocks it, opens it, and you find yourself in a basement similar to the one you were in before. He turns to the door closest to the one you walked out of and knocks on it in a specific pattern.

You wait in anticipation, breath hitched, as you hear the noises of somebody walking toward the door. The door opens, slightly ajar, and you hear a man’s voice.

“Codeword?”

“Mandu.”

“Oh my god, Taehyung!” the door opens to reveal a pink haired man, arms crossed with a pout on his lips. “How many times to I have to tell you I’m sorry?! I can’t have you mentioning the mandu incident when I’m trying to be professional!”

Kim Taehyung smirks, “I just wanted to see you worked up, babe. I forgive you.”

The pink haired man smiles, before realising that they’re not alone. “Wait, why are you here?”

“I have someone the crew might want to meet,” Kim Taehyung says, gesturing to you. The pink haired man’s eyes widen at the sight of you.

“A sunflower,” he whispers.

“Get Hoseok hyung,” Kim Taehyung says. “We’re calling a meeting.”

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The Castle on the Hill Chapter 1: Hyde

Genre: Smut, Romance, Fluff, Thriller, Werewolf AU

Pairing: Werewolf!Bangchan x Reader

Warnings: No warnings apply

Summary: Superstition is as powerful as religion, especially to those living in the countryside. Nevertheless, the sole outsider in town fully joins in the belief of the Last Warden of the North and is insistent on protecting the only girl who accepts him yet refutes the local lore.

However, there is something in the castle on the hill.

And it hungers for something in the village below.

Someone.

You.

Author’s Note: Hello,

Indeed, I am still very much alive but have been extremely busy with university and my job. However, now that the holidays are coming up and I am on my Christmas break, I have a wee bit o’ time to write leisurely again.

I came up with this tale when I was in Cardiff in November, strolling around Bute Park and thinking of ‘Castle on the Hill’ by Ed Sheeran. And, let us be honest, I was thinking of Chan as well (though that should not come as a surprise at this point).

Regardless, hopefully you will enjoy this wee trilogy.

Forever yours,

The Red Raven

Hyde / The Marriage of Man and Beast / Jekyll

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Religion is a form of superstition, but just as powerful as the latter for it has ruled mankind in equal amounts, co-existing yet often the cause for war as well. In contemporary times, however, the belief in all folkloric creatures seems to have faded into a case for a good laugh rather than truly believing death will come at hearing the wail of a banshee or swearing the ghost of the black nun continues to haunt the ruins of the friary at which entrance she is buried. Withal, the faith in a particular mythological being has been altered time and again thanks to pop culture but, perhaps fortunately so, the origins of the legend remain remembered vividly by the people who inhabit the area the tale stems from.

The golden sunlight outlines the ruins of the majestic castle that once graced the hill outside the park, mustard and amber leaves littering the pathways frequented by strollers while the weather still permits it. Soon, winter shall conquer autumn and the rains increase in frequency. Henceforth, the days running a small café in the middle of the park is enjoyed the most when all is grand, the world frozen in a perfect seasonal frame.

‘You’re either immensely stupid or incredibly brave to run this establishment, lass.’ A cup of steaming black coffee is served to the wise old man living around the corner of the recreational ground, the white brick worker’s house providing a view on the scenery that everyone seems to fear even in the twenty-first century. Always up for conversation, Paidraigh has helped a novice independent entrepreneur almost flawlessly continue the business formerly run by one of the local women who had to stop due to health issues. He might look like a grumpy soul despising the world, but the stout figure with wise wrinkles and bushy pale beard is actually one of the kindest people residing in the wee village.

‘How do you mean that, sir?’

‘Have ye nay heard o’ the wolf inhabiting the castle?’

‘I have heard the whispers of strange sounds coming from the ruins at night, aye, but I am sure it’s nothing to worry about.’

‘The word’s it’s a wolf, the spirit of the fierce Last Warden of the North to whom the castle once belonged. It’s said that once he entered the battlefield, all that would be left o’ the enemies were bloody carcasses. As if eaten by, ye guessed it, a wolf.’ Kind stone irises gain a wary glint once they wander to the edge of the sandstone terrace, noticing the heavy boot fall of the town’s most recent inhabitant. ‘Speak of the Devil and he shall appear.’

‘Paddy, don’t be mean. Drink your coffee and leave the lad be, alright?’ A palm amiably pats a broad shoulder before tucking the serving plate under the armpit and heading back to the counter to take a new order.

And likely do more than that, knowing the newcomer.

‘Alright, fine. Just watch yersel’ around him. One wolf is more than enough for this village.’

‘Hiya, how are you?’ Before the habitual order can be placed with as few words as possible, attention is called to the deep scarlet scar running over the bridge of a big nose. ‘What did you do to get that?’

‘Bar fight.’ A soft smile is laboriously carved onto roseate lips, likely albeit clearly suppressing the memory of the scene causing the physical damage. Nevertheless, once gazes lock, the hatred is actively tried to be kept to a bare minimum and show a friendly side the reclusive does not always reveal to anyone. ‘An americano, please.’

Without speaking further, the beverage is prepared. However, as the coffee machine is buzzing while freshly grinding beans to create a perfectly brewed medium roast, the first-aid supplies stored in a cupboard beneath the counter are sought out and taken alongside the drink to the outside of the little booth. Of course, it could have been slid to the customer immediately through the window but it simply happened to unnecessarily be carried as well.

‘Here’s your americano.’ Sitting down on the empty stool across from the silent force looking on in surprise while maintaining a friendly though slightly tired tone, fingers search among the medical care items for the disinfectant and a cotton pad. The frustration wants to be kept to a minimum but it is hard to do so when this very same scene keeps repeating itself and fuels the bad image the villagers have of, in their eyes, a stranger.

Bruises and open wounds thanks to fights that were either started by one’s own volition or after provocation.

Cuts thanks to carving the wooden pillars dotting the grand park, curiously staying close to the little café and helping out at times by remaining on the grand lawn regardless of how many meters need to be bridged to get the new piece of art where it belongs.

‘I’m fine.’ The remark is clearly meant to dismiss the caregiving yet results in all but that since physical damage, no matter of what nature and source, do ignite a genuine worry for the local woodcarver.

Although the habitual resorting to sarcasm protects sincere emotions from showing. Nonetheless, it is helpful in chastising, never failing to eventually get Christopher to look like a guilty puppy while patching him up. ‘And I’m the Queen of Sheba. You strained yer knuckles too much and now they’re bleeding again.’

‘It’s but a scratch.’

‘Is what the Black Knight said before he got annihilated by King Arthur. Give me your hand, you eejit.’

‘Y/N, it’s fine.’

‘No, it’s fecking not.’ A deep sigh lowers tense shoulders admitting that stubbornness will lead nowhere and thus take a soft-spoken yet still genuine approach. ‘I just want to help. Please, give me your hand.’

Howbeit reluctant, the damaged calloused palm nevertheless reaches out and comes to rest in a concerned lap as small digits wrap lightly around the wrist to keep it in place. ‘Thank you.’

The bystanders are ignored as the fresh ugly patches of broken skin are taken care of, taking great care to clean the wounds properly before bandaging them up. Withal, what cannot be ignored is the low threatening growl rolling from plush lips with every touch of disinfecting cotton. ‘Excuse me?’

‘Sorry. It’s just that, grm, it really fucking hurts.’ Teeth grit, snarls and hisses alternating with the light dabs as irises shoot invisible daggers. The free hand which has yet to be treated moulds into a trembling fist trying to remain static despite the agony.

‘Then maybe you shouldn’t get into fights in the first place. What even was it about?’ The damage has been cleaned enough to apply an ointment and bandage the harmed knuckles, gaining the same feral reaction as before.

Notwithstanding, the silence is filled by wordlessness and primal noises, igniting an irritation at the deduction the chastisement is ignored in stubbornness. However, the assumption is counteracted when a whisper provides a muttered surprising answer that fuels a novel sort of annoyance in the mocha locks sitting on the stool. ‘Someone insulted you.’

No, it is not irritation.

Rage.

Pure fury, barely contained.

‘Me? Why?’ Puzzled by the confusing display of hatred against an absent party, locks tilt in patient curiosity waiting for the story.

‘It wasn’t really an insult. Just men drunkenly talking about how they’d show up here to surprise you and you’d be the girlfriend of one of theirs and how lucky you’d be with one of them.’ The split bottom lip is caught between pearly teeth, nibbling while trying to regain a calmer composure even though it is hard when the second set of broken skin is about to be treated. ‘I couldn’t- couldn’t, fuck, that stings! I couldn’t stand the arrogant, hrm, tone and nonsense so I... I just lost it. Snapped.’

‘Christopher-’ The imminent correcting in spite of secretly being flattered by the reason that likely holds no meaning whatsoever since there is more of a patient-nurse relationship is cut short by a low snigger. ‘Hey, why are you smiling like that?’

‘I just like the way you say my name.’ Bright earthly irises set above a big nose marred by a scar likely inflicted by a knife blade are humoured, the sentiment filtering through in the gentle curve of plush lips. The playful aura makes the woodcarver appear quite boyish, a stark contrast with the pub brawler the village has cast out from the beginning.

‘Well, it’s yours, aye?’ Heated cheeks faking casualness return to the task of taking care of the other damaged hand, trying badly to ignore the sweet smile now vividly engraved into memory.

Keep it together. It means nothing. You’re more his nurse than anything else. You’re just friends, if there is any friendship at all. He simply trusts you.

‘Yeah, but-’

‘And I’m sure I don’t say it any differently than any other person.’

‘Still, I like- fuck!’ A giggle flows over into a curse when the bandage is tugged perhaps a bit too tightly to nevertheless teach the lesson of not getting into fights as often as one does. A pleased little grin cannot be suppressed, hiding the delight at the hopefully effective teaching method that will lessen the scene which is exhaustingly re-enacted over and over.

‘If you didn’t get into fights, I wouldn’t have to keep patching you up and you wouldn’t have to deal with the pain.’ A new cotton pad is soaked in disinfectant while throwing a cautious glance in Paddy’s direction, the old man’s lips tightly sealed as grey whiskers move ever so slightly in discomfort.

‘He doesn’t like me.’ A sombre self-aware tone sneaks into lowered defeated shoulders turned towards the old cod, gaze softening in powerlessness.

‘That’s not true.’ The seemingly misplaced remark pulls the young man’s attention, head slightly tilting to the side while irises remain strangely heart-wrenchingly grave.

If only they could know you the way I do.

‘Y/N,’ the powerful mere word is spoken as if surrender is not an option, that the truth of being disliked has to be admitted even though it does not want to be, ‘It’s obvious. Everyone’s afraid of me.’

‘The only thing they’re really scared of is the wolf up in the castle.’ Mocking local superstition, a sigh rolls from the lips setting to work on the carmine single cut running over the nose. There is no resistance this time, Christopher moving, in fact, to the edge of the stool for better access and to make cleaning the scar easier. ‘Guess I’ll hear the same uselessly worried whispers again from the customers tomorrow.’

A hand rests leisurely on the thigh for support, but is taken to come to rest on the brawler’s cheek and kept there, a content hum filling the air scented by coffee and cologne. Lashes flutter shut as mocha locks lean into the touch, almost as if falling asleep right here and now. It would be a lie to say the display does not spread an odd fuzzy warmth throughout, especially when memories of healing up close, observing wood being carved from a distance or problems with difficult people were solved in the same proximity as now resurface.

Unfortunately, the delightful image is disrupted a second later for the jaw clenches as a low beastly rumble rises from a broad chest trying hard to remain casual as the disinfectant once again stings in the stupidly acquired cut. Irises light up in an amber flash, bearing a terrifying violent hatred that calms down immediately upon establishing a bit of distance that nullifies the intimacy. A confused heart does not know what to make of it, only that the rage that surfaced as rapidly as it disappeared never wants to be directed towards oneself.

Still, a normal question is raised in an odd undefinable manner that rises from the fearsome wolfish attitude, voice sounding apologetical and clearly wanting to move past something as digits vaguely reach out but drop restlessly in ignorance of what to do. ‘Are you staying open much longer?’

The throat is cleared to regain composure, hardy succeeding yet enough to answer as if nothing happened. ‘Till six, as usual.’ The resumed dabbing briefly stops at the notice of an uneasy shift in weight, a panic without direct cause causing the action. ‘Why do you ask?’

Bandaged hands awkwardly occupy one another in futile twirling of cared-for fingers as the tongue staring at the sandstone is hesitant to voice what suddenly has become urgent. ‘Can you close earlier?’

‘I could but why would I?’ Feigning not having taken notice in the change of demeanour, the last straws are laid in nursing the bloody scar. The palm leaning on the knee of mocha locks, put there in an unconscious move after pulling up the unresisting chin for better access, does seem to calm the nerves somewhat as the regulation of breathing suggests.

When applying the ointment, it is entirely regular and a sigh is relieved with the company.

Only to speed up again when worriedly mentioning the legend that has the entire village spooked even in the twenty-first century. ‘The wolf.’

‘Christopher, don’t you get started as well. There’s no wolf in the castle, no spirit of the Last Warden of the North.’ Shuffling to the edge of the stool, something is attempted to be done about the split lip which has started bleeding again. ‘Your lip is bleeding. Sit still for a wee bit, will ye?’

Calloused fingers wrap firmly around the wrist reaching out after soaking a new dot of cotton in disinfectant, earthly irises ablaze with superstitious concern flowing over in pleading speech. ‘Please close the café before it gets dark.’

‘Look, it’s my business so I decide the opening hours.’ Budging results in nothing but a firmer, even painful grip. Withal, knowing the novel local woodcarver, panic does not set in as it would have had it been anyone else. Still, a meaningless glance sideways is picked up by Paddy as something which does hold significance, the stout old man already rising from his seat when a quick denying nod assures all is well. The command is tranquil yet effectively fierce. ‘Chris, let me go. You’re hurting me.’

As swift as lightning, digits unravel upon hearing the response and move away to create a distance filled by curious emotions that would hint at an intimacy going beyond what is truly present. ‘I’m sorry, he- we didn’t mean to... I- I mean, I didn’t mean to… to...’ A shivering sigh precedes a steadier repeated request, trying to move past the incident while remaining clearly doubtfully calculating of words and actions. ‘Y/N, please. Please close before it gets dark. We don’t- I want you to be safe.’

We? He? Why are you talking like this?

‘I’ll be regardless because there’s no ghost or monster that will slink down the hill to devour me.’ The remark tries to be amusingly sarcastic but it has no effect on the outcast whose grave expression does not change, continuing to stare remorsefully at the red band around the wrists.

The shaking fingers holding soft cotton meant for healing.

Yet ends up hurting.

‘Even if you don’t believe my reason nor the villagers’, close early.’ Lashes are brave enough to look up, keep up the pleading despite being refused over and over.

Maybe I should... no, what am I getting at. It’s just a story, a myth.

‘Can we stop talking about this?’ A palm finds the courage to rise and endeavour to nurse the split lip anew. ‘Sit still and let me help you.’

But soon retracts in heart-pounding concern when unspoken consent flinches as bodies come a wee bit closer to make it easier. ‘Are you alright?’

‘Yeah. Yeah, I am. Ehm,’ mocha locks confusedly and haphazardly glance around the terrace, questioning eyes flitting over the customers as a quite adorable big nose sniffs the air before leaning in to take a whiff, ‘Are you wearing perfume?’

‘No, why?’ The head buzzes with what to think of the weird gesture and unanswered inquiries about how the sudden change of topic has come about alongside the earlier talk in the third person. Brows furrow in wonder of the easiest topic for contemplation since perfume is fairly ineffective if unnecessary for the scent of coffee replaces the function on a daily basis.

‘Oh. Well- You- Never mind.’ A shadow movement forward remains just that, a hallucination without certainty. What is real, however, is the rapidity to get up and turn halfway away yet having the politeness to end the conversation by an unsettling awkward look over the shoulder. ‘I should go finish that pillar.’

‘But... your coffee?’ Christoper is already gone before the sentence can be finished, a gobsmacked offended finger pointing to the cooled cup on the counter containing liquid cold. In an instant, likely due to the great offence taken at letting such a precious gift to mankind waste away, the confusion of the chaotic farewell turns into a barista’s rage directed towards the woodcarver who has fled the scene. ‘The bastard just left the coffee to cool? That barbarian!’

The key turns in the lock, definitely closing business for the day. The moonlight falls in through the autumn leaves, casting moving shadows enhancing the dark of the dusk which has overtaken the quiet town. In the slightly clouded sky, the moon shines bright and illuminates the ruined haunted castle on the hill.

Y/N, please. Please close before it gets dark. We don’t- I want you to be safe.

‘I am completely fine. There’s nothing out here to get me. Also, who is ‘’we’’?’ Jeering strands shake in partial self-mockery at the brief spark of fear quickly running through veins at the recollection of the wish spoken in an oddly worried tone, foolishly spooked by mere folklore. ‘And here I thought you and I were the only sane people around, Chris. Guess it’s just me.’

After a final tug on the doorknob to ensure the place is neatly closed off until the dawn, sneakers start their wading path among the fallen mustard and ruby leaves that have been shaded a hue of onyx, tiger’s eye or plum in the twilight. The wind has calmed from its fierce mannerisms, now only softly blowing among the trees densely planted in the great park.

Carrying the sound of a low rumble as it smoothes over branches.

A snarl.

In the twilight silence another disconcerting noise resonates between carved pillars and trunks.

Padding.

A faint tinkling.

Of iron.

Shackles.

No, I must be hearing things. His and Paddy’s words are just getting to my head. There’s nothing. Nothing.

Withal, the bright amber lights are no will-o’-the-wisps and the appearing fur does not appear in the adorable shape of a squirrel. There is not the faintest trace of innocence to be found in the extraordinary meeting between a gigantic wolf cuffed by a firm iron collar around its neck, the broken chain clinking loudly as it drags over the ground and creates a hideous symphony in combination with the violent low growls of the beast.

‘That’s not possible. There’s no Warden, no wolf. This isn’t real.’ Even as the words are spoken in the futile hope of regaining a sense of logic, the conviction is hardly there. In fact, it is entirely absent. ‘This isn’t happening.’

Nevertheless, the snarled warning tone is too near, the impact too tangible in nerves standing on edge in alarm to dismiss the current situation as mental trickery. Especially because the silver light reflecting off of dagger-sharp canines comes too close for comfort, sending raggedly breathing feet fleeing to the wee café a few meters away while silently praying to reach it alive.

However, every rush forwards paradoxically yields nothing to a panicked mind who can feel warm predatory breath heat the back of the brown leather jacket and slowly rise to the back of the neck. Mortified tears start to brim in the corners of the eyes, damnably obscuring vision at a time when errors cannot be made for one, be it stumbling over a fallen branch or temporarily slowing down, will mean the end.

Christopher, Paddy, I’m sorry I didn’t listen. Youse were right and I’m a feckin eejit. I’m sorry. Chris, I’m sorry.

Growling grows ever closer, whispering of there being no escape because paws shall at one point do more than brush against ankles.

Rampant fingers search the pockets of jeans, cursing while feeling around the fabric for the damned key to open the lock to the safe haven.

Sneakers halt in front of the inaccessible door, still searching.

The wolf has slowed down, no longer running yet not giving up the chase now that the helpless prey has been forced into a corner. Big paws as black as a starless sky in winter pad languidly, bright eyes the colour of the pumpkin spice latte that forms the seasonal special obviously finding joy in the hunting game.

In toying with a hopeless target.

One step forwards.

One step back.

To and fro.

I can’t turn my back on it. Still, I have to if I want to get into the damned café. What do I do? What the fuck do I do?

The shivering spine is frozen in place thanks to paralysis due to pure horror, though digits carefully and hopefully unnoticeable continue rummaging through pockets as they keep a close watch on the impending beastly enemy.

Where the fu- By Jaysus, there it is!

Tense shoulders lower slightly in relief when the key is found on the bottom of the right pocket, the brief second of peace of mind carrying over in an unconscious sweetly delighted sigh.

Which evidently triggers the haste to attack because the sadistic game of threats is cut short as the wolf lunges forwards at the speed of lightning.

Fortunately, sharp-fanged jaws are evaded just in time when the key is rammed into the lock, opening the blasted barrier before slamming the door shut and sealing it off once again. All the while cursing Heaven and Hell together.

Hastily, steps lead around the tiny kitchen in search of anything to barricade the door with. An effort which proves fairly futile as basically all equipment is installed in such a manner it cannot be moved and all tables and chairs are kept outside since thieves do not tend to take furniture when on a heist around here.

Or such is the sentiment with which they are stored outside.

Why, of all the times, did I store them outside? Why couldn’t I at least put one table and chair inside? There has to be something around here, there’s got to be.

The fierce longing finds a wonderful answer in the old yet glistening iron chain lock that the former owner of the establishment used before getting proper locks installed and which has been stored away in the back of one of the counters. Sneaking glances to the amber-eyed predatory shadow roaming the terrace through the window of the main counter, horrified palms reach for the sole barrier between life and death.

Flinching back while hardly suppressing mortified screaming, allowing a meek gasp to escape, when the door leading to the hunting dark rattles as if a great weight has been thrown against it in an attempt to force it open. Blood rushing in the ears of accelerated breathing on the edge of breaking down backs away from the tightly sealed entrance, putting the key that was kept inside the lock into the pocket, shivering thanks to the ice veins have turned into.

Finding safety in the corner of the kitchen, wrapping arms around the knees that have fallen to the ground without muscles and pressing tears knowing this is the end of the line into stony grey denim.

Paddy... Christopher... Chris, I’m so sorry. I wish you were here. Fuck, I should’ve listened to ye instead of being such a gobshite.

The memorized phantom of lush lips take a shivering figure soon to meet death into sturdy woodcarving arms dusted over with soft thin black hair, head resting against the secure chest that has been healed from sickly bruises, bleeding bullet wounds, fresh deep dagger scars or a combination of all. Because, despite the chastisements each time the curious artists shows up at the café in a worsened condition, there remains the recalled moments of mocha locks helping in dealing with difficult customers and men trying their futile luck by going too far. Christopher had been there at an oddly fascinated barista’s side, leaving as little distance between bodies as possible while snarling in warning of touching the boundaries of patience so desperate men would see their chances ruined and people complaining about the pettiest things would know the customer is not always king.

Day in, day out. From the moment the café opens until it closes, staying close by while creating the gorgeously engraved pillars dotting the landscape.

Sometimes even walking homewards together, wordlessly refusing to part ways before having made sure the sole girl in town not distrustful towards an “outsider” has arrived safely and only then cracking on to the personal roof. When not doing so, it is towards working places set in nature, enjoying the hush of the morning as the sun rises in the golden sky.

Hands used to meaninglessly brush against each other.

At some point, it has become a habit to hold his pinky from the moment of being picked up without an explicit arrangement until the destination is reached.

In blissful small talk or a comfortable silence.

I wish you were here. See you one last time.

But death is lonesome in the growling silence of the lush park.

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