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Stray Kids AU (italian boy version) ;

Lee Know as Leonardo Caruso

Leonardo came from a Sicilian family, Caruso surname basically gives it out, but he moved around considerably due to his parents jobs and making him growing up around different cities: late childhood in Florence, high school in Rome and University’s life in Milan.

Even if he never lived the Sicilian lifestyle and customs, he proudly says he is. He also deeply loved the food and culture. He doesn’t know Sicilian unfortunately but at lest he was fluent in different languages (Italian aside) such as English, French and Spanish. He knows some Germans basics, but he’s not able yet to hold long conversations.

Leonardo was born into a loving family that celebrated creativity and passion. His father, Giovanni, was an architect who admired precision, yet harbored a secret love for theater. His mother, Maria, was a marketing manager with a deep appreciation for literature and the performing arts. Together, they nurtured Leonardo’s talents from an early age, recognizing the spark in him that longed to create and express.

As a child, Leonardo was constantly moving to music. He loved the way dance allowed him to express emotions that words could not capture. His parents, recognizing his passion, enrolled him in dance classes, where he thrived. Dance became a vital part of his life, not just as a hobby, but as a form of self-expression. However, when it came time to choose a field of study, Leonardo didn’t pursue dance professionally.

Instead, he chose to study Performing Arts Management, a field where he could combine his love for the arts with his natural talent for organization and leadership. Thanks to his family economic status, he was able to enroll at the Università Bocconi. Even if the school had a residence located right on campus, he decided to rent a rather cheaper place since the university’s regulations, obviously, would not allow animals inside and he wanted to bring with him his cat (Bella) and his little parrot (Gino).

There was also some times where the dream of becoming a professional dancer/choreographer would come up in conversations, but since it was not a well-supported field in Italy he decided to pick a more solid path while enjoying dance’s classes and teaching it to kids as a part-time job. This decision helped him creating choreographies for shows and events around the country, giving him the possibility to know more while coordinating both studies. His parents supported this decision wholeheartedly, understanding that it was a path that allowed him to blend his passion with practicality.

Leonardo’s time in Milan wasn’t without its challenges. The competitive nature of his field sometimes led to intense stress, and his perfectionist tendencies made it difficult for him to accept anything less than excellence. Leonardo’s perfectionism wasn’t his only burden. His fear of failure, of not living up to the high standards he set for himself, created a constant state of anxiety. He became obsessed with his work, unable to detach from it even when he knew he needed to. His mind was always racing, always thinking about the next project, the next goal. He pushed himself to the brink, ignoring the toll it was taking on his mental and physical health.

However, unlike those who might have crumbled under such pressure, Leonardo’s drive was tempered by the unconditional support of his family and friends. His father often reminded him of the importance of balance “It’s the imperfections that make something truly beautiful.” While his mother encouraged him to stay true to his passions. “Art is about expression, Leo. Don’t lose yourself in the pursuit of success.” This foundation of love and support kept Leonardo grounded. He learned to balance his high expectations with self-compassion, realizing that mistakes were not failures, but opportunities to learn and grow.

His life in Milan was filled with both work and play. By day, he attended classes, managed events, and collaborated on projects. By night, he would often find himself in a dance studio, lost in the music, or out exploring the city’s vibrant arts scene with his friends. The balance between his studies and his love for dance made him a well-rounded individual, respected by both his peers and his professors.

He might be seen as energetic, charismatic, and driven, with a strong sense of discipline and creativity. His personality would reflect a blend of confidence and approachability [when he wanted] combined with a passion for his interests such as dance, football (he is an AC Milan supporter) and museums. On the other hand he was impulsive, potentially causing issues in some situations, impatient, with high expectations and a tendency to have conflict avoidance.

Through it all, Leonardo remained a paradox—a man of incredible strength and fragile insecurity. He was a loyal friend, always there for those he cared about, yet he struggled to let others be there for him. He was creative and innovative, yet trapped by his own need for control. And while he pursued beauty in all things, he often overlooked the beauty within himself.

Even if he came out as an introvert, he actually loved social interactions, especially if he could’ve communicate with people who had a similar interest. Plus drinking was a common part of Italian social life, so he did likely partake in it. When he was younger this thing helped him a lot in social settings, making him feel more comfortable and confident. Now he just enjoyed being there and have a nice glass, maybe two or three, of Chianti (red wine) or Negroni (cocktail).

He was also a social smokers. Didn’t have an addiction since he was a really health-conscious and has active lifestyle, but he smoked during night out or in social gatherings. Normally the pack of Camel Blu he bought on Friday lasted seven days. He stoled the first cigarette from his father.

Leonardo, also, got frustration with inefficiencies like bureaucracy, the chaos of traffic, that’s why he decided to have a motorbike instead of a car, relaxed attitudes toward time since he gets annoyed by people being late or plans not starting on time; gossip culture finding it intrusive and unnecessary and overly traditional mindsets. These aspects clash with his desire for structure, privacy, and progressiveness.

Family background

He has a supportive relationship with his parents, who encourage his interests and career aspirations. He has a strong bond with both his older brother and younger sister. They share common interests in art, design, and fashion, and often collaborate on creative projects.

Giovanni “Gianni”, father (architect, 60) supportive and disciplined, with a strong emphasis on education and professional success. He has a passion for art and design.

Maria, mother (marketing manager, 55) – warm and encouraging, with a strong influence on Leonardo’s cultural and academic interests. She enjoys cooking

Luigi, older brother (graphic designer, 30) – creative and outgoing, with a passion for music and the arts. He is close to his younger brother and often shares his interests in fashion and trends.

Rosa, younger sister (fashion design student, 22) – studying fashion design in Milan, she looks up to Leonardo and shares his enthusiasm for artistic and creative pursuits. Energetic and fashion-conscious

Friendship

His social life would revolve around close relationships and local traditions. Also his friends are the ones made along the way, having a tight-knit group of people from school and cultural events.

Francesco – an old friend from high school in Rome, they bonded over sports and have maintained a close relationship.

Sofia – his sister’s friend, who shares interests in design and fashion. They became friends through family gatherings and shared activities.

Elena – a university classmate in Milan who shares his interest in performing arts. They met through academic projects and social events

Cesare (Chagbin) – they met in Milan through a mutual friend, connecting over coffee to discuss a potential collaboration. The friend knew Leonardo was interested in organizing dance events and thought Cesare could help with the business side, given his expertise in finance and management. Their shared ambitions quickly deepened their relationship, with Leonardo’s creativity and Cesare’s business acumen complementing each other perfectly. Over time, their professional connection blossomed into a strong, supportive bond, with both relying on each other for advice, motivation, and friendship.

Riccardo (Bang Chan) – they met at a dance workshop in Milan. Carlo was attending to improve his rhythm for music production, while Leonardo was refining his choreography skills. They connected over their shared dedication to mastering their craft. Their mutual respect for each other’s dedication led to a lasting friendship, with Riccardo often offering guidance and support as Leonardo navigated his studies and creative pursuits.

Edoardo (Hyunjin) – they met thanks to their professional collaboration in a major fashion and performing arts event in Milan. They began collaborating on dance performances, with Edoardo designing costumes for Leonardo’s shows. Their friendship is built on mutual respect for each other’s talents. Leonardo admires Edoardo’s fashion design skills, while Edoardo appreciates Leonardo’s dedication to dance.

Federico (Felix) – Leonardo met Federico through Cesare. Cesare and Federico were childhood friends from Naples, and when Leonardo and Cesare became close during their time in Milan, Cesare introduced Federico to Leonardo. Federico’s warm and friendly nature quickly led to a strong bond between them. Despite their different fields of study, their shared love for creativity and the arts solidified their friendship

Giulio (Han) – they met at a university event in Milan where they both attended a literary discussion panel. Giulio was studying literature and Leonardo was intrigued by his insights. They struck up a conversation, discovering a mutual interest in storytelling and the arts. Their shared passions and intellectual curiosity led to a close friendship

Vittorio (Seungmin) – met at a theater production in Rome. Lee Know was assisting with choreography, and Seungmin was part of the musical ensemble. They connected over their love for performing arts. They discovered a shared enthusiasm for storytelling and visual arts, which led to a strong connection. Their friendship grew as they collaborated on various artistic projects and supported each other’s academic and creative pursuits.

Valerio (Jeongin) – met during a collaborative project between Milan and Turin’s universities. Leonardo, studying performing arts management, was tasked with organizing a multimedia performance event, while Valerio, a sound engineering student, was responsible for the sound design. Their friendship is characterized by a dynamic where Leonardo plays a somewhat protective and advisory role, while Valerio brings fresh ideas and energy to their interactions

Neighborhoods

Milan – Isola District, a trendy and up-and-coming neighborhood with a mix of modern and industrial charm

Rome – Testaccio, known for its authentic Roman atmosphere, food scene, and a more local, laid-back vibe

Florence – Santo Spirito, a charming and bohemian neighborhood with a strong local vibe and artistic flair, with plenty of bares and cafes

Favorite Italian artists

Tedua – his lyrical depth, unique flow, and ability to blend trap with introspective themes would resonate with his appreciation for artistry and emotional storytelling. His innovative style aligns with Leonardo’s love for both modern and classic influences.

Marracash – appreciated for his depth and socially conscious lyrics. He loves his lyrical depth, versatile sound, emotional expression and cultural significance. Marracash’s music offers the kind of artistic and meaningful content that Leonardo value. Songs such as Crudelia, Madame and Bravi a Cadere are some of the first songs he added to his playlist

Lazza – his technical skill as a rapper and his classical piano background would intrigue Leonardo, who appreciates both precision and creativity. Lazza’s versatility in both hardcore rap and more melodic tracks would align with Leo’s eclectic tastes.

Adriano Celentano – one of the most important singers of Italian pop music. In the beginning of his career, he was heavily influenced by Elvis Presley and other American musicians.

Lucio Battisti – widely recognized for songs that defined the late 1960s and 1970s era, considered a progressive artist, though his original approach to the music was highly influential for many later performers

Favorite dishes

Pasta alla norma, sicilian classic made with fried eggplants and ricotta salata

Pizza alla diavola, spicy and flavored

Cannoli, a sweet and crunchy sicilian dessert

Osso buco, milanese specialty, consisting of braised veal shanks cooked with vegetables, white wine and broth

Caprese salad, a light and refreshing dish with fresh tomatoes, mozzarella, basil, and a drizzle of olive oil

Pasta alla carbonara, a satisfying rich and creamy roma’s pasta dish, made with eggs, cheese, guanciale, and pepper

Favorite movies

La Vita è Bella (1997) by Roberto Benigni: a heartwarming and tragic story set against the backdrop of World War II

8½ (1963) by Federico Fellini: a surreal ad introspective film about the struggles of a filmmaker

The Best of Youth (2003) by Marco Tullio Giordana: an epic tale spanning decades, exploring family and personal growth

Favorite writers

He would likely be drawn to writers who explore themes of identity, independence, relationships, and the human condition

Luigi Pirandello – “Uno, Nessuno e Centomila”, the first book he read and one of his all time favorite, narrates Pirandello’s exploration of identity and the masks people wear. It resonate with Leonardo’s reflective side, as he values self-awareness.

Alessandro Baricco – “Seta”, his personal favorite, represents the poetic and evocative style of Baricco’s storytelling. This book appeals him, who appreciates beauty and subtlety in art.

Giovanni Verga – “I Malavoglia”, Verga’s realistic portrayal of rural life and the struggles of a Sicilian family definitely interest him, who has a deep appreciation for stories about resilience and family ties.

Favorites seaside spots

Caprera – located on the northeastern coast of Sardinia, Caprera Island is known for its pristine landscapes, historical significance, and outdoor adventures

Taormina – located in Sicily, perched on a rocky cliff above the Ionian Sea, Taormina is a charming beach town known for its beautifully restored mediaeval buildings

Bari – features a charming old town and a lovely coastal promenade

Most used slang words

Figo – similar to “cool” or “handsome,” often used to compliment someone’s appearance or style

Sbroccare – means to “freak out” or “lose it,” reflecting his passionate nature

Che tamarro – someone with flashy, tacky taste

Gufare – to jinx something or bring bad luck.

Sgasare – to accelerate quickly (usually with a car or motorbike).

Most used slurs

Cazzone – term meaning “big idiot,” used to describe someone who is perceived as quite foolish

Imbecille – means “imbecile,” used to express that someone is not very smart

Merda – literally means “shit,” used to express frustration or anger

Testa di cazzo – meaning “dickhead” (very strong, derogatory term)

Vaffanculo – a strong expression meaning “fuck off” or “go to hell,” often used when someone is extremely irritated

Representatives phrases

Essere se stessi è il vero successo [ being oneself is true success ] reason: emphasizes authenticity

Il tempo vola quando ci si diverte [ time flies when you’re having fun ] reason: reflects his enjoyment of life and creativity

La bellezza è negli occhi di chi guarda [ beauty is in the eye of the beholder ] reason: highlights his appreciation for diverse perspectives.

Favorite idioms

L’abito non fa il monaco [ the habit doesn’t make the monk ] meaning: appearances can be deceiving

Prendere due piccioni con una fava [ to catch two pigeons with one bean ] meaning: to achieve two goals with one action

Essere al settimo cielo [ to be in the seventh heaven ] meaning: to be extremely happy

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𝒞𝑜𝓈𝓂𝒾𝒸 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 (Fujin x Tsung! Reader)

Official Masterlist - Part 2

Summary: As the daughter of Shang Tsung, you have an expectation which was set to you since birth: to become the next champion in Mortal Kombat. Naturally, you were supposed to represent Outworld, however, when you come into contact with someone who saved you when you were a child, you realise your perception of good or bad is skewed, and he makes you reconsider your position entirely.

Word Count: 8.4k words

This story was written with the song Cosmic Love By Florence and the Machine as the inspiration!

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I hardly remember it happening. I was only but a small belle with a raging fire in her heart. I was so young. Adventurous.

Stupid.

I don't remember much of it. Of the accident.

Father said it looked like I fell in the river by the palace, during the harsh unforgiving winter, and would've surely perished had I not washed upon shore about twenty feet down the river.

But I don't think I could've washed up to the shallow bed of the river on my own. Someone was there. He saved me. He glowed in my blurred vision as I tried to blink the water out of my eyes and cough it out of my lungs. My body was cold, shivering, and my throat felt like it was freezing.

When I thought I was going to die there, father and his servants came to rescue me, one of them having seen me from a window and alerting everyone in close proximity that I had fallen into the river.

Father told me he'd never felt closer to death than that day. Losing me would've been the last of it, not after my mother passed. Ever since then, he's never taken me back to Earthrealm, my birthplace. I've resided in Outworld since age six, and never had any plans to go back.

Not until I met him.

"(Y/n)?"

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"(Y/n)!"

…

sigh

"Where could that girl be?"

It wasn't unusual that Shang Tsung would find himself searching hopelessly for his dear and only daughter, within the walls off his grand palace that was due to serve as a venue for the upcoming Mortal Kombat he hosted every generation. Outworld had long claimed this right, and he was prepared for another victory. That would be ten consecutive victories, and he would finally be able to invade and claim Earthrealm with no consequences or backlash by the elder gods. He'd been waiting years for the event, and was eager to have his daughter participate as his champion.

Speaking of...

As the man came closer and closer to the east side of the palace, the sound of loud, familiar thumps became more audible as he walked further. He now knew where his daughter was.

With another sigh, he closed his eyes and abruptly teleported himself to his desired location - that was, just outside, by a scrub of trees, one of which his dear daughter was beating the ever living life out of.

"You know, if you keep neglecting to wear protective bandages, you'll damage your hands far beyond repair," Shang lectured her, noting the bloody state of her hands.

She stopped a moment to look at them, huffing and puffing as she pushed her sweat drenched hair out of her face.

"Damage is what makes me stronger, father," she huffed, wiping the blood on her top as she took fighting stance once again, "you want me prepared for kombat, don't you?" "Yes, of course," he smiled, watching as she continued to punch the tree, "but you don't need to focus primarily on your physical strength. You are a sorceress, after all." "But physically hitting something is what gives me satisfaction," she groaned, focused entirely on her training, "it's no fun if I do something as minimalistic as consuming my opponent's soul or setting a fiery serpent upon them." "But it is getting dark, my dear," Shang pointed out, "won't you come inside?" "I'll come inside when I'm done," she huffed between hits, "when it hurts." "Very well," Shang sighed as he turned to go inside, "just be careful."

She didn't say another word to him as he returned to his palace and she continued her make believe battle with this tree as though they'd been enemies for life.

(Y/n) couldn't feel the cold due to how much sweat she had produced from her, even though it was the dead middle of winter in that realm. She would only feel an occasional bite if she stopped momentarily for a breather, but would always continue non stop for longer periods of time.

She was never scared of the dark, not since she was small, nor was she scared of whatever may inhabit it.

But that night truly did make her forever cautious of it from that moment forward.

From behind the tree was a sudden burst of light, one that would've blinded her had the tree been a little more narrow. For the first time in a long time, she felt that pinch of fear in her chest as she stepped back with uncertainty in her eyes. That was when a man appeared from behind it, levitating and glowing. She could feel a cold breeze come off of him, and was at a complete loss of words as she watched him lower himself to the ground.

"Who..." (Y/n) began in a meek voice, mustering up the courage to put more power into it, "...who are you??" "I, (Y/n) Tsung, am Fujin," he introduced himself, "God of wind." "A god?" she asked, sceptically though his appearance did add up.

He nodded, gesturing a hand toward her.

"I have selected you as my champion," he disclosed, "to defend your birthplace of Earthrealm in mortal kombat." "Wait, wait...hold on," she said, flustered as she ran a hand through her hair, "my father has already selected me as his champion. And I may have been born in Earthrealm, but I represent Outworld." "Oh (Y/n)..." Fujin chuckled, approaching her further so he was within touching distance of her, "you've been my desired champion long before your father selected you."

His hands came to cup her face, and before she could protest, she felt his fingers on her temples and a vision suddenly overcame her. She went limp as she watched her memories. It was that day. The day she fell into the river. She could see it all happen from a neutral perspective. Her body sunk to the bottom of the river and she was caught on a log.

Then her perspective changed. She was herself once again, now at the bottom of the river. She felt herself freezing, when a pair of warm arms grabbed her wrists and pulled her out of the river, laying her in the shallows of it. Finally, after all these years, she could make out the face of her saviour. It was him. Fujin. She had been saved by the God of wind.

When she came back to, she gasped as though her lungs were full of water again, her knees buckling as Fujin helped soften her fall.

"I-it..." she looked up at him, "it was you."

He smiled at her and nodded.

"I've watched you grow, from when you were but an infant all the way up until now," he explained, kneeling down in front of her, his hands still grasping hers, "my brother told me you were a lost cause, but I've known since the moment I saved you that you'd become something amazing." "I..." (Y/n) whispered, shaking her head, "...I don't know what to say. I-I mean I'm so very grateful to have been saved by you, but I already have a place in the tournament." "No place is set in stone," Fujin informed her, "you may switch sides at any time you wish."

He let go of her and stood up.

"I'll tell you what, why don't you come and train with me?" he asked, the girl tilting her head slightly, "perhaps you can decide based off of that whether or not you wish to accept my invitation. It can take from a day, to the day before the tournament, and we can train for as long as you'd like each day."

He offered a hand to her.

"What say you, (Y/n) Tsung?"

That was how she ended up face first to the ground, eating dirt after Fujin had deceived her yet again in kombat for the fifth week she had known him.

"You are reckless, (Y/n)," Fujin told her from his place across from her, "you make predictions that you are far too confident of."

With a groan, she pushed herself up off the ground and wiped the dirt off of her face, finding blood in that mix which she then began to taste in her mouth.

"Any advice, oh mighty all-knowing god?" she mocked him, taking fighting stance once again as she prepared herself. "Expect the unexpected, my feather," he instructed, watching as she ran at him with determination in her eyes.

She went to punch him, and as he blocked it, she instead changed the attack while he was vulnerable and swung her leg to swipe him from his feet. While he admitted internally that she was clever for that, he was still able to dodge it with ease, hopping over her leg.

With one swift movement, he brought his firm straight hand down on her back. She cried out and fell once again, coughing violently at the way the attack winded her. Fujin stood patiently, waiting for her to catch her breath again, and once she had, she turned onto her back and breathed the air back into her lungs.

"How...how do you do it, Fujin?" she breathed out her question, the god smiling sweetly as he offered her a hand.

She took it and he helped her up, though placing a hand either side of her waist.

"Have you ever danced the waltz before?" he asked, though a flustered (Y/n) took a moment to answer. "N-no," she answered in a huff, crossing her arms against her chest, "why does that matter?" "I find kombat very alike to dance," he explained, grabbing her arms and gently unfolding them, "it requires much grace and agility to be effective."

He placed one hand on his shoulder, and the other kept in his own, while he let his remaining hand rest on her waist once again.

"Just follow my lead," he instructed, the woman nodding timidly as he only smiled, "to begin, step back on your right foot."

She did as instructed, and as she did, Fujin stepped forward on his left foot.

"Alright, now take a step to the left."

Again, she did as she was asked, and Fujin did the opposite to her.

She could hardly focus with the feeling of his hands on her body and the way his gentle breath would tickle her face. He smelled like a fresh spring morning, like mist and dewdrops and sunlight.

"Very good," he praised her, "now step forward on your left foot."

For all of this dance, she had been staring down at her own feet, shakily ensuring she made every step correctly. As many would know, it is proper etiquette to look your partner in the eyes while dancing with them, and while he understood why she would struggle with this, he'd still encourage it.

"(Y/n)," he began, his hand moving from her waist to pinch her chin as he drew her face upward so he could look into her eyes, "a dancer always looks their partner in the eyes when conducting a dance."

Staring into his glowing orbs like that, her words got caught in her throat, so she only gulped them back down and nodded. His hand fell away from her face and back down to her waist, and they continued with this lesson.

He tried to hide a giggle at how red her face was, not only from the mix of blood and dirt that she had neglected to properly wipe off before, but also from the blood that was in her face that told him she was flustered. He could almost feel the heat radiating off her face, but he started to think that maybe that was the heat from his own face he was feeling. Not nearly as intensely as she would've been feeling it, but he couldn't help but feel that maybe there was more to their relationship than sensei and student. He wouldn't jump to labels though, he'd merely explore this sensation with her, and whether she reciprocated these feelings or not was entirely out of his hands.

Fujin was snapped out of his thoughts when she stepped on his foot, though obviously by accident she was still very apologetic.

"Oh- I'm so sorry," she gasped softly, attempting to move away from him. "No, no, it's alright," he insisted, keeping a tight hold on her so she couldn't escape his grip, "you're doing very well."

It was from that point that (Y/n) actually began to consider switching sides. This bond she shared with Fujin ran deeper than she ever cared to consider, and she was yet to figure out just what she was destined to do.

"Are you alright, my dear?"

(Y/n) hadn't realised that she had been vacantly staring into her plate of food until the moment she heard her father's voice, looking up at the old man with a dazed look in her eyes.

"Huh?" she hummed, obviously having zoned out. "You've hardly touched your food," Shang pointed out, tilting his head ever so slightly, "is there something the matter?" "I-uh," she stuttered, shaking her head and rubbing her eyes, "no, I'm just...tired is all. Been training non stop for weeks and it's starting to catch up to me."

He smiled endearingly at her and pushed her plate of food closer to her.

"A champion needs their meals to produce energy," he encouraged her, "after all, you'll be fighting in the tournament in a few weeks. You will be my champion."

That horrid sensation of guilt filled her stomach once again, ruining her appetite and putting her entirely off of the meal once more. She loved her father, like any paternally nurtured child would, but after the time she had spent training with Fujin, she realised that her concept of what was good and what was bad wasn't taught correctly.

She was heavily conflicted, so much so that she couldn't even think anymore. And because she couldn't think, she could no longer sleep either.

(Y/n) didn't even want to raise her head when she heard the tapping on her window. She had hardly seen a blink of sleep since her conflicting thoughts began, and her face was far too comfortable nuzzled in her red velvet pillow. At first, she tried to convince herself that it was nothing more than a tree branch or an animal. But of course, what animal would tap repetitively like that?

With a huff, she lifted her head, slowly and painfully turning to see who it was that bothered her in this evening. She didn't know why she was even surprised, she always saw Fujin at this time of the afternoon, it was only natural he came looking for her after she remained loyal for every other day.

Deciding it was only right, she got up from her place on her oh so comfortable bed, leaving it's safety to open the window and see her friend.

"I'm sorry Fujin, I forgot," she sighed apologetically, Fujin shaking his head as a worried look carved itself into his features. "Don't apologise," he demurred, "are you alright?" "Y-yeah," she stuttered, rubbing her forehead, "I'm fine."

The man cocked his brow and tilted his head ever so slightly, and that was all she needed to see to know that he wasn't convinced.

“Fujin, I’m...” she began, closing her eyes as an attempt to stop them from tearing up, “...I’m conflicted.” He didn’t say anything, he only looked down briefly, and she could see that he understood what she was saying. When he looked up again, there was no particular emotion on his face, though it was comforting to her as he held his hand out.

“Would you like to come with me, just for a while?”

(Y/n) truly didn’t want to go anywhere right then, she was tired and upset and feeling more emotions than she ever had in her life. But something in her chest told her that she needed this, she needed to get away from her cave and feel something other than upset for a bit.

She didn’t say anything, she only nodded and took his hand and he helped her out of her window and to the ground. Though they had met the ground, he didn’t let go of her hand, he held it the whole time the two of them walked together in the dark, the forest only illuminated by his ethereal, godly glow which provided (Y/n) with a sense of security. He was warm, he always was.

Shortly, the two of them had arrived at a small little lake/rockpool type thing that had the most beautiful little waterfall that fell into it. What set it aside from any regular little lake was it’s iridescent blue glow that emitted from the stones in the water, and the cute little fireflies that also glowed a gorgeous sapphire in colour. (Y/n) had never known such a place could exist in Outworld, she’d only thought it misery and evil. But she supposed that every world had it’s beautiful secrets.

She’d spent so much time simply admiring it that she hadn’t noticed Fujin removing his shirt, and when (Y/n) did finally notice her face blew up in red and heat.

“W-what are you doing??” she asked, flustered though unable to keep her eyes off of his muscular figure. “I’m going for a swim,” he explained nonchalantly, throwing his shirt over to a large stone so it wouldn’t get wet as he stepped into the shallow part of the water, “you should join me.”

She stood there a moment, shy and bashful, not really knowing what she was doing or where this was going. But why on earth would she pass up this opportunity?

With a huff, she began to disrobe yourself, having considered leaving her pants on but figuring that they would become too heavy in the water due to their baggy nature, so she removed them too. (Y/n) was left in her delicate unders - a white tube top and a matching pair of underwear. They were light and thin for a reason, but it turns out they wouldn’t serve her dignity well in water.

Timidly, (Y/n) approached the water, letting it surround her ankles as it was not freezing, but cold enough to be fresh and crisp to her skin.

“Come on, Feather,” Fujin called from further into the pool, “the water’s nice.”

She hesitantly heeded his call, subtly covering her chest out of embarrassment from the exposure, her skin covered in goose bumps as she didn’t dare look Fujin in the eyes.

Since she had been looking down so long, she was startled when she was splashed with water - water which drenched her chest and even got to her face. (Y/n) looked up in annoyance, only to find Fujin floating there in the water with a cheeky smile adorning his lips.

“You were taking too long,” he teased, all annoyance on her side fading away as she matched his mischievous manner with an evil smirk.

From under the water, she brought up a pair of glowing hands. Fujin knew (Y/n) rarely used her powers, so he was aware that she wasn’t just playing around. From behind him, she summoned a decent wave which drenched him completely, ruining his perfectly done up hair which he decided to undo.

She’d never seen him with his hair down, and needless to say she was glad she drenched him like that for the sake of seeing just how long his hair really was. He just ended up rubbing the salt into the wound by flicking it back and forth, and by then she was sure her face was burning bright red.

“Is that what we’re gonna do?” he asked, pushing his wet hair out of his face as you shrugged. “you started it,” (Y/n) said cheekily, slowly letting herself sink a little further into the water. “alright, if that’s how you’d like to play,” he began, drawing water from the lake with his wind abilities, “then we’ll play.”

(Y/n) shrieked as he splashed her with water once again, though that being one of joy as she had a smile on her face so big that it ached. She had completely abandoned the idea of timidity and embarrassment as she drew more water herself and battled with her mentor. Though when water had it’s limits, the two of them engaged in some light-hearted kombat. At first it remained traditional, with ordinary attacks that involved ordinary blocking and countering, though over time it became more of a playful wrestle, the two of them trying to overpower each other with more extended forms of physical contact, like grabbing each other by the arms and trying to push the other over. Laughter echoed in the rockpools, along with the splashing of water and occasional shrieks. Though when (Y/n) was about to overpower Fujin, he disappeared into the water. She knew what was happening, he was trying to sneak up on her. So she waited, listening carefully, feeling any vibration she could as she remained still in the water. her eyes were closed as she knew vision would be of no use to her in this stealth attack, only sound and touch were necessary.

She could feel him, but perhaps a moment too late as he shot up from the water, engulfing her in his arms from behind as she tried to wrestle herself out of his grip in hysterical laughter. Though as she did, the two of them ended up wandering closer to the shore, and in all of their excitement, the two of them tripped on a larger stone and toppled to the ground.

Fujin was careful to not allow all of his weight to crush her, since he ended up being the one cushioned by her falling first onto her back. All went silent as (Y/n) realised Fujin was hovering over her, a knee between her legs and his hands either side her head. Neither of them spoke, they only stared at each other, unmoving. She was absolutely fixated on him, not a single thought it her mind as he was the same.

Though not a moment later did her thoughts sync, and she understood what exactly was happening. (Y/n) didn’t breathe when Fujin leaned down and captured her in a passionate kiss, only letting the air escape her lungs in a dreamy sigh when she returned his gesture in a fit of hunger and infatuation for him and only him. Her finger laced in his wet hair, and she felt a hand of his caress her waist so innocently yet so obviously out of sexual frustration.

And in those waters he took her.

She knew where she wanted to stand now.

On the day of the tournament, (Y/n) woke up with not another emotion other than pure dread. She felt sick to her stomach from anxiety alone, and she had no idea how she was going to pull this manoeuvre off. Though she knew she had to confront her father about it eventually, she wanted to put it off for as long as she could so she could organise her thoughts, be sure that this was the decision she wanted to make before she did something she regretted.

She was already dressed in her lightest yet most extravagant clothing, the clothing she knew would provide her with the most flexibility and agility, that wouldn’t weigh her down or hinder her performance, because tournament wasn’t something to take lightly. And as she stared at herself in the mirror, adjusting her hair in a way that would keep it out of her face, a loud knock came to her door.

It was her dad, she knew that because he called her name. (Y/n) had no time to think, so she panicked and escaped through her window, running as fast as she could away from that place.

In all of her anxious exhaustion, she found herself at the waterfall Fujin had taken her to that one evening - it was the only place she could think to go. She sat on the rocks, and it was there she began into uncontrollable sobs involuntarily. (Y/n) didn’t know what else to do, so she just cried and cried and cried.

She were startled when she felt a cold hand come to her back, flinching as she looked back to see who it was. Even in her teary vision she could make out Fujin in all his beauty. At first he didn’t even say anything, he only scooped her up and sat with her in his arms, holding her like a child as he let her cry. He held her close enough so that his shirt could catch her tears, and his smell was of some solace to her, so in time she calmed down to a few stray tears and sniffles.

He adjusted her in his lap in a way that allowed him to see her face and cup it, affectionately wiping her tears away with his thumbs.

“You’ll be perfect today, my feather,” he whispered softly, “and no matter what happens, I’ll be here to ensure you have a warm home to fall back onto.”

He pressed his forehead to hers, and she gripped his hands like they were her lifeline, feeling more tears well up in her eyes as she simply started crying again. Fujin just kissed her face and held her tight, waiting patiently for her to be ready.

Fujin entered the walls of Shang Tsung’s palace, his champion at his side as his allies stared in horror and shock.

“What are you doing with that snakes’ offspring??” his brother, Raiden asked in disgust as his own champions mumbled amongst each other. “(Y/n) Tsung is my champion,” Fujin stated confidently, placing a hand on her shoulder, “she is on our side now.” “Are you crazy Fujin??” Raiden fumed, “you’ve recruited the enemy! You may very well have killed us all at that point!” “You don’t see humans like I do, brother,” Fujin nodded toward the woman, “Unlike her father, she is only young and has had the time and opportunity to see the light,” he looked back toward his brother, “have faith in myself and (Y/n), Raiden. I would never have recruited someone who would jeopardise us in Kombat.”

Raiden stared at (Y/n), analysing her and reading her character, reluctant to believe that she would be of any benefit to Earthrealm and it’s survival. But if he trusted anyone, it was his brother - someone like Fujin couldn’t be bewitched by even Shang Tsung’s own flesh and blood. With a sigh of defeat, he looked down and looked back up at her, placing a firm hand on her shoulder.

“Don’t let us down, Tsung sorceress,” he instructed her, the woman nodding confidently as she straightened up. “You have my word, Lord Raiden,” she vowed, a delicate hand over her chest.

Raiden gave her a single nod, and left her side, instructing her as well as his own champions to follow suit.

For the most part, (Y/n) recognised Raiden’s group of champions. Lui Kang, and his good friend Kung Lao, descendant of the great Kung Lao. Edenian allies Princess Kitana and her friend Jade. Though there were some military personnel from Earthrealm who she didn’t recognise. That wasn’t of her biggest concerns, at that moment she was more worried about how she would face her father.

“Lady (Y/n) Tsung!”

Perhaps her father shouldn’t have been her top concern at that time.

(Y/n) was startled when she felt a strong hand grip her wrist and spin her around, finding it was the emperor to this very realm, Shao Kahn, with his Naknadan debt collector goon, Kollector at his side as always. Obviously he hadn’t noticed the group she were with, assuming she had only gotten lost in the crowd as he was good friends of her fathers’ and would never think her to betray the man. The group unknowingly left her behind as she entertained the emperors greeting.

“Shao Kahn, e-excellent to see you as always!” she beamed nervously, trying not to sound too suspicious as the man placed his hands on his hips confidently. “I am keen on seeing you in kombat today,” he declared in his powerful voice, “I’m sure your father will be very proud.” “Uh, speaking of my father,” she began, scratching the back of her neck, “you haven’t seen him around yet, have you?” “I had just spoken with him, he was at the buffet greeting other guests and kombatants,” Shao Kahn answered, the woman nodding. “Okay, great, thank you. Be seeing you, Shao Kahn!” she thanked him briefly, rushing off before he could ask her why she went in the opposite direction to where he had directed her.

(Y/n) wanted to find the group before she found anymore of her father’s friends who would no doubt stop her to talk to her about the tournament. But they, as well as herself, were lost in the crowd of mixed races from across the realms, though predominantly Earthrealmers, Outworlders and Edenians.

Though despite her great efforts to avoid her father, (Y/n) felt his presence behind her and she was all too late to get away.

“(Y/n)!” her father called for her from behind, grabbing her wrist like Shao Kahn did but in a much gentler way, “where have you been? I’ve been looking all over for you.” “Father...” she tried to speak, though choking on her own guilt, “...I...”

He stared at her intently, waiting patiently for her to speak. But the words never came, and she simply hugged him. She figured that if she was becoming allies with his enemy, this would be the last chance she’d get to hug him again. Momentarily the man was confused, but didn’t make questioning affection a habit as he closed his arms around her and gave her a tender hug within the crowd. (Y/n) felt her eyes tear up, but she didn’t dare cry, she only savoured the moment, before he pulled back and gave her a proud smile that tore her heart in two.

“Now come along, you’re to be presented alongside Emperor Shao Kahn and his daughter,” her father instructed.

Before (Y/n) could protest, he was dragging her along through the crowd, eventually coming to the thrones that centred what would classically be a ballroom, though in this case was a kombat ring. Though she had just interacted with him, Shao Kahn had quickly gone to claim his place on the centred throne, his daughter Mileena - a long time friend of (Y/n)’s - at his side in her own place. Being at the centre stage, she was much too afraid to begin confrontation then and there, so she obeyed her father’s orders of taking her own seat, beside her fathers which was next to Shao Kahn’s throne. Mileena looked across at (Y/n) and chucked her a playful glance, though not reciprocating her mood as she gave her a polite nod before looking back over the crowd.

Shang Tsung captured the attention of eager kombatants as he stood up and clapped once, silencing the crowd.

“In the beginning, were the elder gods. In their wisdom, they created a tournament to safeguard each realm from the threat of invasion,” he began as standard protocol, “once a generation, the finest warriors must battle to decide the fate of their realm. The winner will be granted long life and great power. If one realm wins the tournament ten times consecutively, they will gain the right to merge with the opposing realm, and rule as they see fit.”

His hands came to rest in one another before his chest, as he smiled ever so slightly.

“I, Shang Tsung, emissary of the great Shao Kahn - emperor of Outworld, winner of the last nine tournaments against Earthrealm - welcome you to Mortal Kombat.”

There was a surge of excitement and cheering within the crowd below, those of every race impatient to draw some blood and break some bones not only for the sake of their realm, but the sake of causing pain and suffering to others. Earthrealmers weren’t as keen on the idea of having fun here - only surviving and ensuring that this tournament wasn’t won by Shao Kahn at any cost.

(Y/n) would fight by her father until duty called for her to switch sides - and such an event was inevitable. Her father turned around to look at her, stepping over to her side as he held a hand out for her.

“My champion, and only child, (Y/n) Tsung,” he announced as she took his hand and stood up, hearing the crowd cheer at her name, particularly those of Outworld as they knew her to put up a decent fight, “will be fighting on behalf of the Outworld tonight.”

Guilty, she looked over toward Fujin and his brother Raiden. The thunder god was glaring at her with hatred and a sense of betrayal, however when she cast her sight over to Fujin she felt a sense of relief wash over her, his eyes filled with nothing but love and patience as he knew she would not betray them that night.

(Y/n) was met with her first opponent, an arrogant man who didn’t seem the slightest bit intimidated by her, most likely because she was only a girl to him, and where he came from, most girls didn’t really fight. That was okay, she wasn’t offended, in fact, his underestimation would give her an advantage.

The fight began, and (Y/n) unleashed her agility and skill, surprising her opponent with her speed and precision. She dodged his attacks effortlessly, countering with swift and calculated strikes. Each move she made showcased her mastery of combat techniques inherited from her father, combined with her own unique style. The crowd watched in awe as she gracefully evaded her opponent's every move.

As the battle intensified, (Y/n) could feel the eyes of her father and Fujin on her. When she remembered her father, she felt anxious. But whenever she remembered Fujin’s presence, she felt it working hard to wash away her anxieties, strengthening her resolve and giving her the power to continue. She tapped into her inner strength, focusing her energy and unleashing a powerful combination of strikes that left her opponent staggering.

With a final decisive blow, (Y/n) emerged victorious, and the crowd erupted in cheers and applause. There, the man lay on the ground, a groaning blood covered mess, and (Y/n) could feel the guilt intensely as she looked across at him, knowing exactly what was to come next.

“Finish him,” Shao Kahn commanded of her.

She glanced at her father, who nodded solemnly, reminding her of the stakes they were playing for. This was it - if she finished this man, there was no way she could represent Earthrealm, like a contract, binding her to this land.

(Y/n) approached him, slowly, as everyone around them watched with anticipation, ready to see her tear him a part. At first, she was thinking of ditching this whole idea of joining the good guys and killing him, to save herself the pain of having to betray her father. But, when he looked up at her, outwardly unafraid though she could see a glint of fear in his eyes, she felt her breath hitch in her throat.

“...I...I can’t.”

There was a few gasps followed by a surge of chatter amongst the crowd at the shocking announcement. (Y/n) sighed as she extended a hand for the man. At first, he eyed it suspiciously, afraid that this was some sort of sick joke or set up which would lead to a humiliating death. She understood why he would think such a thing, but remained patient, tilting her head and giving him a sincere smile.

Reluctantly, he reached out and grabbed her hand, surprised when all she did was help pull him onto his feet. She let go of his hand and took a step back, giving him a moment to collect himself. The crowd fell into a stunned silence, unsure of how to react to this unexpected turn of events. (Y/n) could feel the weight of everyone's eyes on her, but she could no longer hide from what was rightfully her fate.

“Father, I do not represent Outworld in kombat,” she began, turning to face Shang Tsung, “I don’t stand for these cruel things you promote within this land. I have seen the suffering caused by the tournaments - by Outworld, the pain and loss inflicted upon innocent lives. I cannot be a part of it any longer. Now, I fight for Earthrealm."

Shang Tsung's expression turned cold and furious. He couldn't believe what he was hearing from his own daughter.

"You dare defy me, (Y/n)? After all I've done for you? I raised you to be a powerful sorceress, the next champion of Outworld!"

(Y/n) stood tall, her voice unwavering.

"You raised me to be more than just a weapon, Father. I have learned compassion and empathy. I cannot turn a blind eye to the suffering caused by these battles. Earthrealm and its people deserve a chance at peace."

Shang Tsung stared at his daughter in disbelief, as a piercing silence towered over the kombat hall. He was stunned, hurt, heartbroken, this couldn’t be true.

“You are bewitched, daughter!” he accused, pointing a finger at her.

(Y/n) shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes.

"No, Father, I am not bewitched. I have made a choice, a choice to stand against the cruelty and violence. I want to fight for a better world, a world where all realms can coexist in peace."

Shang Tsung's anger turned into a mix of disappointment and sadness. He struggled to find the words to respond, his voice barely a whisper.

"I thought I raised you better than this, (Y/n). But it seems I have failed as a father."

(Y/n) stepped closer to him, her voice filled with emotion.

"No, Father, you didn't fail. You gave me the skills and knowledge, but I have chosen a different path. I can no longer follow the path of darkness."

Shang Tsung looked into his daughter's eyes, searching for any trace of doubt or hesitation. But all he found was determination and resolve.

"Very well, (Y/n). If this is the path you have chosen, then I cannot stand in your way. But know this, you are no longer my daughter. From this moment on, you are my enemy - Outworld’s enemy."

Tears streamed down (Y/n)'s face as she nodded, her heart heavy with the weight of her decision. She didn’t say anything else - she couldn’t. The consequences of her decision had finally come crashing down upon her, but she knew she couldn’t fold to this guilt trip. She had to remain strong, for Earthrealm’s sake.

“Should anything have happened to you, I have prepared a second champion to use at my disposal,” Shang Tsung began, cutting through the silence once again and piquing everyone’s interest, “I suppose he will be of great use at this time.”

Shang Tsung clicked his fingers once, as if he were summoning someone.

“Prince Goro.”

(Y/n) felt her heart sink at the name which her father had called, hearing earth shaking footsteps which echoed within the halls of her former home as the warrior summoned came to the kombat hall.

The shokan prince stood tall and confident at Shang Tsung’s side, towering menacingly over everyone in the room with the staggering height difference and his sheer body mass. His four massive arms were a clear display of his formidable strength. Goro's eyes locked with (Y/n)'s, and there was a mix of curiosity and recognition in his gaze. They had crossed paths before, in training sessions and sparring matches when she was still under her father's tutelage.

But, like most Outworld fighters, he was merciless.

“The tournament shall now continue.”

(Y/n) turned into the crowd, joining them with the man she had just fought following her as the next kombatants were prepared for the next fight. They approached the group which (Y/n) had entered with, and the tension that had been there before regarding her presence had diminished, which she assumed was from her display of loyalty.

Fujin approached her, wiping the residual tears from her face as Raiden stared.

“I am sorry for ever doubting you, (Y/n) Tsung,” he apologised, though his voice was still firm and assertive, “I understand that it must’ve been hard to part with your father in that way.” "It was one of the hardest decisions I've ever made," she replied, her voice filled with a mix of sadness and determination. "But I couldn't continue to stand by and watch the suffering. Earthrealm needs us now more than ever."

Now, most Outworld fighters seemed more arrogant than they were skilled, and now that (Y/n) had switched onto her rightful side, she was able to give her now fellow kombatants tips when fighting various opponents, and most importantly, pinpoint all of their weaknesses for her allies to use at their disposal.

The tournament progressed nicely, and so far, no one who represented Earthrealm had lost a match yet, save for you defeating the man you had come to know as Johnny Cage at the beginning of it all. You guys were almost through with it all, having defeated most of Outworld’s opponents. All who was left now, was Prince Goro.

A member of the special forces, Jax Briggs, had volunteered to take on Goro, considering he was quite large and burly himself. (Y/n) wasn’t entirely confident in his ability to battle the shokan warrior, though she wouldn’t say anything out of fear of being criticised by her peers who were already weary of her.

As Jax stepped into the ring, he prepared himself for the fight, stretching as his face displayed not even a hint of fear. After a moment, they were set to kombat. The battle between Jax and Goro commenced, the two combatants circling each other, measuring their opponent's strength. Jax relied on his immense physical power and combat training, while Goro unleashed his brute force and four deadly arms.

With every strike, Jax's muscles bulged, and he displayed remarkable agility for his size. He aimed powerful punches and bone-crushing kicks at Goro, determined to bring the shokan prince down.

The crowd held their breath, their eyes fixated on the intense fight unfolding before them. (Y/n) watched anxiously, her heart pounding in her chest.

While the man did put up a good fight, it was only inevitable that he would become tired.

Jax seemed to slip up, and Goro seized the opportunity and grabbed onto the smaller man’s arms. You bit your lip as you saw exactly what was to come from this.

Agonisingly, everyone watched as Goro began stretching the man, holding onto his body with his two lower arms while his two upper arms had a tight grasps on Jax’s arms. Jax began screaming as he realised what was happening, and soon enough, both of his arms had been torn clean off.

There was an audible gasp within the audience, and it was clear who the victor was.

Despite all the blood he was losing, Jax seemed to still be alive, as his special forces partner Sonya Blade dragged him out of the ring, allowing Raiden to seal his wounds over with his powers to stop the bleeding.

(Y/n) looked between everyone, guilt pooling in her gut, and she knew in that moment that she could no longer hold her silence.

“I must face him,” she announced, causing the frantic chatter to cease as everyone within her group looked at her, “I’m the only one here who has the knowledge that I do about Prince Goro. And regardless, if anyone should die at his hands, it should be me - not anyone else.”

No one argued with her, they were all simply stunned at the announcement. Fujin approached her, placing a firm yet affectionate hand on her shoulder.

“I believe in you, my feather,” he assured her, his eyes fixated on hers, “you will not fail us today, you have my faith.”

She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the imminent battle that awaited her. With her heart heavy and her determination unwavering, she approached the ring where Goro stood, his gaze fixed upon her.

As (Y/n) stepped into the ring, the air was thick with tension. The crowd fell into a hushed silence, their eyes locked on the sorceress about to face the monstrous shokan prince. She could feel the weight of their expectations and the weight of her own conviction.

Goro's four arms flexed, his eyes narrowing with anticipation. He towered over (Y/n), his towering presence seemingly insurmountable. But she refused to let fear consume her.

Their starting cue was called, and the kombat was instant. Compared to Goro, (Y/n) was obviously much more agile, so every reckless punch and kick he threw at her, she was able to dodge with ease, counterattacking swiftly with precise strikes. He was yet to lay a hit on her, and to him that was torture.

(Y/n) had studied Goro's fighting style extensively and knew that his size and brute strength were his greatest assets. She focused on exploiting his vulnerabilities, targeting the joints in his arms and legs, aiming to immobilize him and diminish his advantage.

Though, getting too close was a great risk, and it seems that not even she could evade his close contact attacks.

As she aimed to kick in the back of his leg while she presumed he was not focused, he spun around, his fist connecting with her face as she was sent flying backward, to the edge of the ring.

There was a slight pause as (Y/n) regained her senses. That was the first hit he had made on her, and that may well have been enough to doom her for the rest of the match. She reached up to touch her face, finding that when she pulled her hand away, that there was blood, most likely pouring out of her nose though she couldn’t be sure.

Her eyes drew upward toward her opponent, and suddenly, they began glowing green as she conjured magic in her hands. This was an indicator that, should she win, she would not spare the Prince’s life. It was becoming all too real, and even the crowd was stunned by this revelation.

Their fight continued, considerably more violent than it had been beforehand. The green magic which circled (Y/n)’s fists proved a worthy advantage, as her hits now seemed to pack a little more punch than before and had visible effects on her opponent. Goro could easily match this energy, and naturally his movements became more erratic, each hit he threw with the intention to kill.

(Y/n) threaded in and out of his space, weaving through each hit he threw as she tried to get close enough once again to place a hit that would wind him enough that she could hit him with a final blow. However, in doing this, in her concussed state, she would find herself coat-hangered by the shokan prince, catching her on his elbow as he drew her in and began choking her out.

Clawing at his arms, she spluttered desperately trying to free herself though at this point it was useless. Her face was becoming bright red as she suffocated, searching her mind for any answer at all which could help her out of this situation.

Her Earthrealm allies watched with anxiety, and Fujin’s patience had worn thin as he prayed for her to do something - anything, to defeat this beast and return safely to him.

(Y/n) could slowly feel herself losing consciousness, as old memories played back in her mind. It was true - your life did flash before you when you were about to die.

In her mind, she saw her earliest memories - her mother’s death, her near death experience, being raised by her father.

Then, her most recent memories, and her encounters with her father before this moment.

(Y/n) felt a rush of adrenaline force it’s way through her body, and she felt herself react in a blanked out state of mind. Before she knew it, the Shokan prince was dead.

Everyone observed in quiet shock.

Shoved through Goro’s face was the blade of a glowing green gauntlet which (Y/n) had summoned in her fist. As it retracted, Goro took a few mindless steps back before he fell to the ground.

Goro, the Shokan Prince, was dead.

Her father was right about one thing, she definitely could rely on her sorceress powers more often.

There was an uproar of cheering and celebration, namely amongst her Earthrealm allies.

Exhausted, (Y/n) collapsed, falling onto her back as she breathed heavily. In her blurred and muffled senses, she could still easily make out the face which hung over her - Fujin, of course, who was knelt down beside her.

Fujin's expression was a mixture of relief and concern as he gently cradled (Y/n)'s head in his hands. He could see the exhaustion etched on her face and the toll the battle had taken on her.

"You did it, my feather," he said softly, his voice filled with admiration. “You’ve saved Earthrealm for another generation. I’m so very proud of you, (Y/n).”

(Y/n) managed a weak smile as she gazed up at him. Even as she coughed up a little more blood, Fujin still couldn’t help but have an affectionate eye for her.

As the adrenaline began to wear off, the pain from her injuries intensified, and her body protested against the strain it had endured. But she couldn't help feeling a sense of fulfilment and accomplishment.

Earthrealm was safe for another generation, and (Y/n) was safe with her lover in a new home.

Though, these events would weigh on her for the rest of her life, and naturally, the consequences of her betrayal would come back to haunt her.

Part 2 boys??? T-T

#fujin x reader #fujin mortal kombat #fujin #mortal kombat #mortal kombat 11 #mortal kombat x reader #angst #Angst with a happy ending

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leibal · 10 months ago

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PvS House is a minimal residence located in Florence, Italy, designed by AFSa. This architectural endeavor primarily focuses on reconfiguring the apartment layout to suit the modern lifestyle of a young family, while simultaneously reinforcing and restoring the structural integrity of the historic building to which it belongs. The redesign strategically segregates the living and sleeping quarters

#minimalism #minimal interior #interior design #minimalist interior #minimal design #leibal

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sabakos · 2 months ago

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The geographical locations of where these procedures took place is not known specifically. During the 18th century, the music historian Charles Burney was sent from pillar to post in search of places where the operation was carried out:

I enquired throughout Italy at what place boys were chiefly qualified for singing by castration, but could get no certain intelligence. I was told at Milan that it was at Venice; at Venice that it was at Bologna; but at Bologna the fact was denied, and I was referred to Florence; from Florence to Rome, and from Rome I was sent to Naples ... it is said that there are shops in Naples with this inscription: 'QUI SI CASTRANO RAGAZZI' ("Here boys are castrated"); but I was utterly unable to see or hear of any such shops during my residence in that city.[4]

hm. were the castrati real. because this sounds like the sort of thing that's not actually real. or at least much less widespread than it was claimed to be.

i mean it's not like we have much more sophisticated voice-training technology now compared to back then, and many tenors who retain their head voice after puberty can train to retain it or get it back. maybe "the italians are chopping their kids' balls off on purpose to make them sing higher" was mostly just cope?

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empirearchives · 8 months ago

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Jérôme all grown up during his Italy years

Portrait of Girolamo Bonaparte, by Pietro Benvenuti

The last of Napoleon’s brothers, born in [1784], Girolamo was a carefree and frivolous young man, often lacking prudence and moderation, who led a life of entertainment. In 1807 he married Catherine, daughter of King Frederick I of Württemberg, and was made king of Westphalia by his brother. After the fall of Napoleon, he left France to reside first in Vienna then in Trieste, Rome and Porto San Giorgio in the Marche. A widower since 1835, in 1840 he secretly married an Italian noblewoman, Giustina Pecori-Suárez (1811–1903), in Florence. Returning to Paris in 1848, he was appointed governor general of the Hôtel des Invalides, then Marshal of France in 1850, president of the Senate in 1851 and was reinstated with the title and honors of Imperial Prince in 1852. He died in 1860; his tomb is located in the cathedral of Saint Louis des Invalides next to Napoleon’s large sarcophagus.

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stephensmithuk · 1 year ago

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Charles Augustus Milverton

Published in 1904, this forms part of the Return collection.

Most chroniclers put this in 1899.

Milverton is seemingly inspired by Charles Augustus Howell, an art dealer and alleged blackmailer, who died in strange circumstances in 1890: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_Augustus_Howell

Hampstead is located four miles NW of Charing Cross. Known for attracting a lot of artistic and intellectual people, it has some very expensive houses and a lot of millionaires. Notable residents past and present are numerous indeed, including Sting, Agatha Christie, Emilia Clarke, Muhammed Ali Jinnah, Florence Nightingale.

The area had began to expand with the arrival of what is now known as the North London line of London Overground, which operated services into Broad Street until that station closed in 1986. The now-Northern Line would reach there in 1907 and Hampstead station, beneath a steep hill has the deepest platforms on the Tube, at 192 feet below street level. The station also is one of those designed by Leslie Green, with the distinctive oxblood red tiles he liked to use on the outside.

The "Evil One" is an archaic term for the Devil.

Débutantes seem to have typically been 17 or 18.

"Lady" is a courtesy title for the daughters of dukes, marquesses and earls.

Mr. Pickwick refers to the titular character of Charles Dickens' The Pickwick Papers, originally serialised in 19 parts between 1836 and 1837. It might be good for a mailing group.

With telephones going through human-operated exchanges and telegrams being rather expensive, letters were the most secure way of sending romantic messages. Unless the servants got hold of them. Notably, all the correspondence from Queen Victoria to her Indian teacher Abdul Karim was burnt after her death on the orders of Edward VII.

£7,000 would be around £740,000 at today's prices.

Astrakhan are the pelts of fetal or newborn Karakul sheep. So, yeah...

Revolvers were the normal handguns at the time. Self-loading semi-automatics had just begun to enter the scene in large numbers, with the Mauser C96 (aka Han Solo's blaster) available by 1899.

Hampstead Heath is a 790-acre park with views over the city centre from Parliament Hill that are legally protected. The "bloofer lady" scene from Dracula takes place there and a number of movies, such as Notting Hill have filmed there.

The Heath also was - and still is - a popular location for gay men to engage in "cruising" i.e. anonymous hookups, or just hang out. The locals know which bits to avoid at night and these days the police are tolerant unless someone complains, although fines were issued for lockdown breaches. (Public sex is legal if no-one not involved sees it or is likely to, unless in a public toilet)

In the past, it was a very different matter and a Tory MP had to resign his seat in 1992 after being caught on the Heath with another man.

"Court dress" was the regulated outfits worn when attending the British royal court at the time for those not entitled to a uniform. This included wearing breeches and stockings for men, along with a cocked hat. For women this included a white or cream evening gown with lace. It fell somewhat out of use after the Second World War with the 1953 Coronation being the last occasion it was worn in large numbers, However, it is still worn by judges, King's Counsel (senior lawyers) and some Lord Mayors - the royals will wear it sometimes as well. A 1921 guide can be found here: https://archive.org/details/dressinsigniawor00greauoft/page/n113/mode/2up

#letters from watson #sherlock holmes #history #factoids #chas #acd canon #charles augustus milverton

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djuvlipen · 1 year ago

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On 19 September in the town of Prato near Florence, Italy, a Molotov cocktail was thrown at an encampment of Romani people in yet another incident of violence targeting the Romani and Sinti community. Right-wing extremists are suspected of committing the attack, which caused property damage and fortunately no physical injuries to any of the people there.

The incident has sparked anger and fear among the Roma. According to the results of the investigation so far, the assailants threw the Molotov cocktail from a slowly-driving Fiat Punto passing by the Sinti village.

The attackers were lighting the Molotov cocktail as they drove into the village. Fortunately, nobody was physically harmed, but the fire caused significant material damage, including destroying the truck of a village worker.

That same locale and its residents first became known to the public on 1 March 2019 during an election campaign. An MP with the right-wing populist Brothers of Italy party, Giovanni Donzelli, together with leading representatives of the party Chiara La Porta and Cosimo Zecchi, drove into the location and said: “Places like these have to be razed to the ground. Get some jobs and find yourselves a new home, the party’s over.”

Donzelli was then investigated for inciting racial hatred, but avoided trial thanks to his immunity from prosecution as a member of parliament. Ever since, the community of Sinti living in the municipality have repeatedly faced hostile attacks.

“Each time these atrocities happen it reminds us of the hatred and hostility our community faces. It’s impossible to ignore. People are terrified,” Noel Maggini of the Khetane Roma and Sinti Movement for Italy said in a press release sent to news server Romea.cz.

“We are asking the police to properly investigate this with the aim of identifying those responsible for it and to protect the community until that happens in order to prevent further attacks,” Maggini said. Željko Jovanović, director of the Open Society Roma Initiatives Office, is asking: “Why haven’t any politicians condemned this attack?”

“We are calling on all political parties to publicly condemn this repugnant, criminal, racist deed and to express solidarity with the families of the victims of this attack,” Jovanović said, adding: “Since in Europe, from Germany to Italy, there is a trend underway toward the ultra-right, we are calling on European and on local politicians to be vigilant about growing nationalism and right-wing extremism, which inevitably leads to aggression and violence against Sinti, Roma and other minorities.”

#sinti #italy

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yoonoclock · 2 years ago

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head & heart | myg + jjk

PART THREE

❝yoongi had your heart and your soul. however, after following the poor guidance of family, that bond was broken. years pass before another man walks into your life…reminding you what it felt to be in love. a man who surprises you more than you realize — jeon jeongguk. but all of that begins to falter upon the return of yoongi. what should you follow? your head or your heart?❞

• pairing: captain yoongi x female reader | knight jeongguk x female reader

• genre: fluff, angst, royalty au, fantasy au

• warnings: none

• word count: 3.5k

• tags: @seokjinkismet @princxssly82

• note: thank you all for being patient for this next update! i hope you enjoy it! also, i changed emma’s husband to namjoon. originally it was just ‘sir henry’ but i thought he is better suited for this role. let me know what you think!

ONE WEEK LATER

The trouble of residing in a new estate is the persistent complaints from your sister and father.

Naturally, your rest was disturbed by loud pitched inquiries from Florence concerning the whereabouts of her hand embroidered petticoat. This is then accompanied by father shouting for his latest biography to be read to him.

Vanity didn’t perish despite the change in location. In his mind he is held in great honor. Honored by none beside Florence, of course.

“I fear I may never find peace,” you murmured to yourself

That statement couldn’t be more accurate to the turmoil that deepened within your chest.

Despite the time that has passed since you have arrived, there is difficulty in adapting into this environment. Something feels…detached. Rather it is someone that is detached.

This feeling may stem from the letter you sent to Jeongguk. Is there a reason you are riddled with stress? The idea of having another man in your life never crossed your mind. Your sisters made sure to remind you of that reality. It reached a point of complacency. If that is what everyone deems to be true then it must be so. For now, you are accepting of this fate.

At least, you thought you were accepting.

To keep yourself busy you opted to read books concerning the darkness that exists within reach. Everywhere you turn there is a wavering sensation. Often have you traveled back into your memory of your journey by foot. You continued into what was unknown. This interest is what occupies your loneliness. Very little was actually described of this..place, so you sought to soak up any word remotely close to it.

Day in and day out you wandered the halls and small outdoor garden with a book in your hands. It felt reasonably familiar.

Passages of this book are what has captivated your soul.

What lies beyond the mystery is a life of misery. Nay, a lack of life. To be pulled into the shadows is to part with the holy matrimony of celestial glory. Our pleasures, which are taken for granted, will dissipate.

We crave what is beyond our homestead. Curiosity does not equal eventual knowledge…it leads to de-

“My lady,” Maude stands with a letter pressed between her fingertips. “A letter has arrived for you.”

Whatever was inscribed that captured your attention, disappeared in the blink of an eye. The long awaited letter from Jeongguk has been delivered. Its content is what plants a seed of worry.

You are quick to conceal the book in your grasp before rushing toward her, “Thank you.”

Once Maude returned inside, you moved over to a nearby tree where you could sit in peace.

The only one suitable existed beside the stone wall. As you approached there was a crackle of dry leaves beneath your feet. As the winds persisted alongside heavy rain for several days, the plants could only tolerate so much. This didn’t bother you in the slightest. The damp earth is all a part of what you admire of nature.

Aside from the distraction that the earth gave in this moment, you fixed your gaze onto the letter. Slowly you began to peel away the wax seal to see the ink of the pen.

Dear Y/N,

I admire your transparency concerning your heart. I assure you that none of this troubles me, for my intentions are not solely of love. I must be transparent myself and convey what it is that consumes my mind. You are a beauty that cannot be matched by any living thing. Forgive me if this makes you uncomfortable. I merely desire to share my truth.

Time is of utmost importance when two people meet. If there is to be progress of any kind…time is needed. I intend to soak up every second I have in your life. From every word to the possibility of meeting face to face again, I give you my time.

Does this work in your favor? Whatever you decide, I come to you with respect and honor.

May you always be safe,

Jeongguk

You reread the letter for what felt like the hundredth time. There is only one feeling that truly consumes your being…gratitude.

For this reason you feel encouraged to form that bond with Jeongguk, whether it be purely out of friendship or something beyond. As of now you are not allowing yourself to dream of fantasies. What will be will be.

You have nothing but time.

Dinner time is often the most tiresome. You attempt to partake in conversations but what is the use? Florence and father will never fail to challenge you on every little thing (even when entirely wrong..especially when they are wrong).

You found amusement in their…vibrant personalities.

“Emma has requested some assistance,” Florence casually mentions. “She has fallen ill with some nonsense, therefore, we agreed to send you.”

“I suppose inquiring about my interest is of no concern to you?”

You meet Florence’s gaze with a raised brow where she opted to smirk in response. This never fails to cause your blood to boil. She knew perfectly how to enrage you.

It’s not that you didn’t care about Emma. Truthfully, you do have affection for your family. This affection just happens to be buried deep in your heart.

When it comes to the youngest of the three of you, Emma is a combination of dramatic and ungrateful. To her, everything must center around her needs.

Florence at least is more tame in public.

“You have no choice,” your father interjected. ��Neither of us have the will to tolerate her. You, on the other hand, are better suited for it.”

“Indeed,” you agreed with a small smile. “I have endured enough of each of you to withstand every storm.”

This is easily an insult and a compliment, neither of which they acknowledged.

The remainder of the dinner was just as it had started — solemn. Once you had finished you were the first to excuse yourself. Immediately, you barricaded yourself in your room to further your research.

From the snippets you read earlier that day there are plenty of folks who know the truth. Do these individuals speak up? No. This alone perplexes you the most.

What is it that they could be hiding? Or are you putting too much thought into it?

Jeongguk knows of it. In his brief mention of it you could sense there is more he is aware of. Surely, being a knight that travels the borders offers a great deal of knowledge.

This encourages you to write to him. Before departing once again tomorrow morning to stay with Emma, you will spend your time articulating the proper way to inquire about everything. There is much you want to know but there are also things you desire to learn concerning his life.

How do normal people write letters?

Dear Jeongguk,

I have read your letter with much gratitude. Your kind words do ignite some warmth in my heart. It is quite high praise to be labeled as such a beauty. Is it appropriate for me to say the same of you? A knight for the people.

I do thank you for your time. This is a currency that many disregard in more ways than one. I will give you all the time in the world. Thank you for giving me yours.

Whatever does come of us will be wonderful, that I know for sure. Perhaps the questions may begin?

There has been something weighing on my mind that I am unsure of how to ask…I wonder what lies beyond the fog. Can I inquire of this?

If I am seeking for what should not be sought…please correct me.

As for other interests, I do wish for you to share more about yourself. What do you enjoy beyond your knighthood?

Thank you for your time.

May you always be safe,

Y/N.

The flicker of your candle is what brought you back into reality. A pain in your wrist began to form. Writing is not your forte but when there is a reason to…it no longer intimidates you.

You hope this letter finds him well.

Due to all of this there has been little to no trace of Yoongi in your heart. It has been…muted.

And this is what relief feels like. Maybe.

When it comes to visiting Emma there are 3 things to look forward to: 1) Daniel, the eldest son, 2) Eddie, the youngest son, and 3) Namjoon, her patient husband.

These are the dearest members of the family that you forever will be excited to see face-to-face. Although the journey is tiresome, it is well worth it.

One also must not forget Namjoon’s two younger sisters. They are closer in age to you and are full of beautiful joy. Whenever they are near there is no need to worry. It is a vacation that you do not mind being on. The issue relies on Emma’s temperament. She truly makes or breaks the entire atmosphere of the company.

What you do know is that when you arrive Emma will make sure to complain of her pain, the fact that she’s convinced her in-laws despise her, and that no one respects all of her efforts. All of this usually occurs within the first few minutes.

The moment you arrived you were led to Emma’s room where she lay beneath the covers. You didn’t need to say a word. All that was required was showing your face.

“Oh, Y/N.” Emma cried out while burying her face with her hand. “No one cares about my predicament. All I hear is laughter and enjoyment as I suffer in agony.”

“Poor Emma.”

“Poor me indeed,” Emma adjusts her position. “Namjoon’s father and mother gave me flowers. Are you aware of what flowers do? They die. Is that not what they wish for me? They despise me.”

“How cruel of them to offer their sentiment,” you shake your head through amusement. “Flowers are a sign of admiration.”

Emma laughs, “Admiration? No one in this family understands the word. I am scarcely praised for my efforts.”

“Perhaps it’s because you do these acts to be praised. Give an attempt to just be…kind.”

The way that Emma looked at you could be painted into a picture that you wished to keep forever. It was beyond anything you could put into words. It’s as if she was brutally attacked. For you it proved to be a great form of entertainment.

“I do not appr-”

“Y/N,” Daniel and Eddie burst into the room in a fit of giggles. “We missed you!”

You opened your arms wide for them, bracing for the impact that comes from such strong forces. Even when prepared, you still happened to stumble backwards.

All of this chaos upset Emma further.

“I apologize, my love.” Namjoon soon followed. “The boys were in need of seeing their aunt.”

“While I am ill in bed?” Emma sighs dramatically. “It’s as though neither of you care for my health.”

Namjoon is an example of a man you should never take for granted. He is full of patience that you couldn’t possibly understand. When he fell for Emma it wasn’t out of obligation to be married. He truly grew in love. Is that not surprising? In many ways, yes. Based on her personality it can be difficult to tolerate. He on the other hand enjoys it all. Through headaches and bickering, he still loves her.

You wish you could have held onto that when you had the chance in your grasp.

“You know that is not true,” Namjoon speaks softly. “We care deeply about you.”

Before Emma could further her misery, you managed to wrestle the boys to the ground so that you could properly greet your brother.

“It is great to see you again,” you courtesy with a smile.

“The same can be said for me, sister.” Namjoon bows slightly. “You came at the perfect time, we will be having guests over for dinner tomorrow night”

“And I have to waste away while they have dinner without me,” Emma interjects.

You roll your eyes at her, “Who is to be expected for the party?”

“A good friend of mine, Captain Min Yoongi.”

Everything stopped. You had no idea that he was aware of Yoongi, let alone good friends. The fact that he was so real and close to you now caused a tightness in your chest. He’s here. You can’t keep escaping him for the rest of your life.

“How….delightful.”

“Is it of great importance that I attend?”

Yoongi trailed behind you closely. As you both continued down the beaten path in the midst of the flowers, you feathered your fingertips across the small blossoms. He followed suit, making sure to guide his hand directly beside your own. The gentle warmth of his skin against yours settled a calm over you.

The farther you traveled the more you fell into silence.

You were entirely captivated by the scenery and his company. Everything about him was your safe place.

Eventually, you began to carry a conversation concerning an upcoming dinner.

“I wish you would come,” you answer quietly.

“It is your family that does not want me present,” Yoongi responds coldly. “An invitation does not extend to me.”

You turn in your heel to face him, “The invitation is from me to you.”

Yoongi softly embraced you, leaving his palms against your hips. You took the opportunity to close the gap in between you. This is where you leaned forward to brush your lips upon his leaving a faint kiss. Immediately he melted into your touch.

“I do not wish to pressure you into compliance,” you whispered. “I understand the grievances my family causes.”

He shifts the angle of his head to fit into the crook of your neck, breathing in the warmth your skin offers.

“My love,” he murmured. “Wherever you are…I am free.”

It felt like you were trapped in a daze. Ever since Namjoon mentioned Yoongi as a dinner guest you couldn’t sleep for one second. The night turned from darkness to light as the sun began to rise. Once you felt entirely drained of all life is when you finally pulled back into reality.

How are you meant to talk to him? Surely there can be a sense of civility. For the sake of your wellbeing and image, you had to compose yourself so that others cannot see into the truth. No one else truly remembers your relationship with Yoongi, except for Lady Frances. All others have managed to block it out as their personal vanities mattered the most.

For that reason you are thankful they are self centered.

“This is absurd,” you forced yourself to get out of bed. “A walk will surely do me some good.”

Dressing yourself appropriately, you wandered quietly down the halls as only the servants were awake at this time of day. Once you slipped out the door you felt the wave of cool air hit your cheeks. At the moment there was a light fog that slowly dissipated. Sunshine managed to break through to create a beautiful painting of orange rays across the landscape.

This is where you find peace in the midst of restlessness.

The gardens of Namjoon’s estate are as lavish as your own once was. Path after path became intertwined with roses of vibrant colors. You admired these the most. As you gazed at each petal with curiosity, you noticed a bright flash of light from the opposite side. Due to the early morning hours, it was difficult to truly grasp what it was. For that reason you assumed it to be a figment of your imagination until it happened again.

Now, you are fully enthralled by the unknown.

Picking up your pace, you rushed towards that direction with hopes of seeing the source of this distraction.

Nothing.

“Have I gone mad?” You ask yourself aloud to which a voice answers.

“Follow.”

The voice was…soft. It greeted you warmly in a way you did not expect.

You tilted your head in confusion, prompting you to think this is some form of a joke by your nephews.

“Is someone there? Perhaps two little…miscreants?”

Silence.

Now you are further buried in confusion. This is not out of the norm.

“Follow.” The voice spoke again. “For there you shall find the truth.”

Every fiber in your being told you to pursue this voice. The logical part of you that is often cautious told you to wait. Which one did you listen to? Clearly, being reasonable was forgotten at home. In a matter of seconds you were quickly walking towards what you believed to be the general location.

Could this be a connection to your interest in the darkness? Perhaps, but only time will tell. If you never tried, how could you possibly know? This is the support for your persistence.

Due to your lack of awareness and tunnel vision in this particular situation, you failed to notice the puddles of mud. As you continued to cling to the uncertainty, you unfortunately slipped to the point of nearly burying yourself in the wet soil. From your feet to your face, it was splattered.

“How grand,” you groaned at your stupidity. “Falling for some make believe being.”

You couldn’t believe how foolish you were being. By a mere few seconds you could have repeated the instance in the fog from a few weeks prior. However, this time you will not be accompanied by Jeongguk.

What a fool.

As you attempt to bring yourself to a stand, you hear a pair of footsteps approaching.

“Y/N?” Namjoon’s voice called out to you with worry. “Are you alright?”

By lifting your gaze from the ground, you meet a familiar pair of eyes.

Yoongi.

How did you expect to react when you saw Yoongi again? You practiced this in your bedroom more than once. Occasionally the scenario would play out as some dramatic act meant to be on a stage. Other moments would be an emotional reunion that resulted in your dreams being fulfilled.

Does it happen either way? No. Instead, you are covered in mud to look like a fool while he stands in all his glory.

“It appears that I fail to focus on where I am going,” you respond with an attempt of humor.

Yoongi fixated on you with a look that said everything you needed to know. You failed in more ways than one.

Namjoon walks towards you to offer his coat, “Take this so you can be warm as you travel back to the house.”

You accepted his kindness, “Thank you.”

“May I introduce you to our guest, or shall we wait till you are cleaned up?”

“No need,” you dismissed his idea. “We have met….previously.”

Namjoon perked up with curiosity but sensed he should not pry further.

“Indeed,” Yoongi answered firmly. “Although our last encounter was long before I was…rich.”

You knew that passive aggressive comments were bound to be directed towards you. Surely there is a great deal he could say about your awful behavior towards him. You’ve already done so to yourself. In this particular situation you wished you were better prepared.

Could you be upset? Yes. Are you? Not at all.

He was just as beautiful as he was before. Perhaps a little bit more.

His hair had grown out quite a bit, which you assume is due to his recent journey at sea. The black tendrils fell upon his forehead enough to partially cover his eye. A heavenly glow radiated from his skin at all times during the day. As of now it appears he is of heaven.

Yoongi stood tall with his hands clasped behind his back. There is pride in his features, and how could there not be? The success he has obtained is extravagant. He deserves every ounce of it.

“Forgive me for my appearance,” you courtesy to Yoongi. “I intend to always show the best of myself.”

“Could there be any other version?” Yoongi asks. “The best is all anyone ever sees.”

Namjoon sensed the tension so he took the opportunity to change the subject.

“Let us continue our stroll, first leading my dearest sister to the warmth of my home.”

Immediately you stepped aside, “I assure you I am capable of walking on my own..it’s merely part of the earth that I so keenly decided to wear.”

“If you insist,” Namjoon offers a warm smile.

Slowly the pair began to walk away leaving you to remain in the same position. There you stood…frozen. Yoongi is here and that is not how you intended on meeting him again after so many years. It is disappointing. All that remains is a feeling of embarrassment.

As you refrained from moving, you failed to notice as Yoongi turned to gaze back at you. He harbored some guilt for his words toward you just now. It was not his intention to speak so poorly…however, the hurt reigns in his heart.

Hurt people often hurt others.

“All will be well,” you attempt to encourage yourself. “I will not let this ruin me.”

Whatever had distracted you before, whatever it was that spoke…it no longer mattered.

There is one truth you can agree on: you would have been a happier woman in keeping him than giving him up.

#bts fanfiction #bts scenarios #bts fluff #bts angst #yoongi angst #yoongi fluff #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #yoongi x you #yoongi x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook x reader

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