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vxnuslogy · 1 year ago

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— a reason. ft aventurine

— warnings: slight cursing and violence and spoilers for the new hsr quest

— author's note: this is very long and very much a giant word vomit. first work in hsr is aventurine, i fear favoritism is real.

‘everything happens for a reason.’

aventurine has never felt so sick and tired of that phrase. something about it makes his fists clench from beneath the table and stomach flip and twist uncomfortably from within.

if everything happens for a reason, then what was the reason behind his clan’s massacre? what was the reason for the stirring in his guts whenever he looked in the mirror? what was the reason behind all of his fortune now turned to misfortune?

aventurine hated not knowing the reason.

“and this pretty thing,” jade motioned towards you by her side. standing motionless, back straight and all. “is [name]. be sure to play nice, aventurine.”

what was the reason behind your new recruitment? better yet, why were you placed as his new assistant? the last time aventurine checked, he was doing perfectly fine. steadily climbing up his rank with his risky gambles and bargaining skills. he couldn't wrap his head around it so he just sighed and accepted it.

“thank you for always looking after me, jade.” his voice carried evident sarcasm but the woman only smiled and pushed you towards his direction. he had to physically stop himself from recoiling from the action and gave you a smile.

“it's a pleasure to meet you, [name].” he held his hand out for you to take. you were hesitating, aventurine noticed. but after a few seconds you slowly slid your hand into his and gave it a firm shake. “the pleasure is all mine, mr. aventurine.”

the blonde man held onto your hand for a moment longer before slipping it away and tucking it behind his back. he surveyed your form making you want to squirm under such a gaze, and he noticed.

“let's be good friends.”

—

working with aventurine was strange, not that you didn't expect it. you spent the past six months running around the IPC from one office to another carrying mountains of papers and constantly picking up calls from the communication device in your ear. other times, you'll be out and about trailing aventurine like a lost duckling when you need to accompany him to missions that require him to be physically present.

honestly, working for the stoneheart will eventually give you an early death from a heart attack. not only is his risky gambling habits very concerning, his way of speaking wasn't exactly everyone's cup of tea. more often than not you’re needed to play as a peacemaker, the middle ground of negotiations to prevent any physical fights from starting.

but it wasn't as bad as you'd assume. you clock in around 9 in the morning and clock out at 5 in the afternoon. sometimes if certain tasks require you for overtime, you'll clock out at around 8 or 9 at night max. all the work aventurine assigns to you aren't all that difficult to handle as well. just simple reports that need to be proofread so he won't have to read over them multiple times, scheduling interviews, picking up calls and informing him of his new missions, and if the situation calls for it, you play as a spy to gather information.

overall aventurine was a good boss.

today was like any other tuesday morning. you clock in just before 9, get your coffee and another cup for your boss, pick up the last reports from the strategic investment department, and then make your way into aventurine’s office to brief him on his schedule.

his office was on the fancier ends, no surprise there as he was one of the ten stonehearts. your shoes clicking when they met the marbled floors, your eyes skimmed through the reports, trying to guess which proposal will be approved or disapproved. when you reached a familiar door, you fixed your hair and readjusted the insignia pinned to your vest. an aventurine stone, just like your boss.

you knock thrice -short, short and long- before you hear a muffled voice tell you to come in.

“good morning, mr. aventurine.” you greet with a slight bow as normal. “as punctual as ever, [name].” raising your head you nod towards topaz’s direction in acknowledgment before making your way to his desk. “here are all the reports from the last mission. i’ve read through all of them and made sure everything is in order.” placing the papers on the table, he dropped the ones in his current hand before taking the new ones, all the while, you place down his coffee which he gladly took.

“you aren't overworking them, have you, aventurine?” topaz inquired, crossing both her arms over her chest. “what kind of boss do you take me for friend? a bad one? i can assure you my assistant is in good hands.” the blonde man chipped in, his fingers flipping from one page to another as you busied yourself trying to organize the scattered reports on his table. feeling topaz's gaze, you give her a slight smile and nod, confirming that aventurine is in fact, was a good boss.

she just sighed and shook her head. motioning for you to come over, you look to aventurine who gave you a nod in turn. you walked towards topaz -feeling the searing stare of aventurine burn through the back of your head- as she took out a flash drive and handed it to you.

“this is the recording of the last meeting in regards to the mission you're tasked with. since you were still in pier port, we started without you.”

“how cruel of you, to start such an important meeting without even waiting for me.”

ah yes, the pier port incident. you smiled wearily as your shoulder slumped when you remembered what happened. you shake your head in amusement of the memory.

“thank you topaz,” you break the silence, like you always do. “i’ll be sure to look over it today.” she smiled at you in appreciation before turning her back on you and waving goodbye.

“well, that was all i came for. catch you two later.”

once the door clicked shut and the sounds of footsteps getting fainter and fainter, you took it as a sign to turn back to your boss who was already looking at you.

“is something the matter, sir?” you ask. he took off his glasses with a hum and turned his attention back to the papers he was reading. “be sure to give me a summarized report of the meeting before you go home.” you nod and take a seat on the couch in his office and boot up the laptop on the coffee table. you've always wondered when it suddenly appeared in his office, you were 98% sure it wasn't there when you first started working but aventurine always said that's it been there the entire time.

you shake the thought out of your mind and shift into work mode. hours seem to pass by in the blink of an eye before you heard aventurine call out to you. “i’m sorry mr. aventurine, i'm afraid i didn't hear you.” you heard him sigh and repeat his question. “i said, why did you join the IPC? actually, no, that's not what i want to know.”

when you looked up from the laptop in front of you, your boss had taken a seat across from you. you felt your heart thumping in nervousness.

“what exactly did you do to pique jade’s interest?”

frozen. you felt frozen on your spot. fingers stopping midway from pressing onto the keys. those beautiful eyes you've slowly grown accustomed to seeing unfiltered from his glasses, they make your heart and pulse beat in an unfamiliar rhythm.

“i come from a well-off family.” you start, suddenly feeling conscious of your background. “my parents have worked closely with the stonehearts, i suppose miss jade wanted to continue the diplomatic relationship between my family and the IPC.”

“is that the reason why you're here now?”

you simply nod even though you weren't so sure if that really was the reason.

“let me ask you another question.”

letting out a startled noise when the laptop in your lap suddenly close with a gloved hand sitting on top of it, you stare at aventurine's purple eyes that had rings of teal, something so uniquely him that you couldn't help but get lost in them. he took the laptop from your grasp and set it on the coffee table as he leaned both his arms on his legs.

“do you like working under me?”

the question caught you off guard and it showed with how the corner of aventurine’s mouth twitched up into a smirk. hiding behind a closed fist and clearing your throat, you pray that your voice wouldn't waver as you answer.

“i do.” you peaked towards his directions and he didn't seem satisfied with your answer so you list out all the reasons why you like working with him. “despite your… questionable habits, i’ve come to grow used to them as time goes on.” a fond smile made its way to your lips when you dug around your mind trying to find your memories that had aventurine in them, only to realize that he was in all of them.

“i’ve come to enjoy all your little shenanigans in missions.”

“i'll have you know, calling your boss’ plans “shenanigans” could lead to your bonus being cut by a few percent.” he huffed like a child as he decided to just sit back and cross his arms over his chest and raise his chin at you. you chuckle at the action and continue.

“ever since i was a child, i have always wanted to travel the cosmos. but since i’m the only child to my mother and father, my childhood, teenage years, and now adulthood is centered around business and trade. going out on missions with you to different planets, they heal that little part of me that wished to travel.”

“but sometimes, i truly believe that you want me to die from a heart attack.” you hear him snicker from under his breath as he fixes the watch on his wrist. “i know that as a gambler taking risks is just a part of it but aeons, do they scare me to death sometimes.”

“if i knew you cared about me so much, maybe i would tone it down a bit!” there was a playful undertone to his voice as he talked to you. you let out a laugh and shake your head. “no offense sir, but i sincerely doubt that.”

“you wouldn't be the boss i've grown accustomed to if you didn't do your risky gambles.”

something flickered in aventurine's eyes, you were sure of it. but before you could find out what it was he suddenly stood up, putting on his usual glasses and giving you a closed eyed smile.

“well, that was all what i wanted to ask you.” you wanted to ask something in return, but you never had the chance to even get a word out when he was already halfway out the door. “be sure to finish that summary before the day ends. leave it at my desk as usual.”

and just like that, the office door clicked shut.

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“if i told you the reason, that'd be the same as revealing a trade secret.”

aventurine remembered jade's word. how could he not when they repeated in his mind like a broken record.

after he left his office, it felt like he suddenly went back in time. it just had been roughly a month after you were given the position as his assistant and aventurine wasted no moment at the end of that friday afternoon to dash in jade's office and ask her the question: why were you his assistant.

aventurine scoffed at jade's response while she only smiled. clicking his tongue in annoyance as the woman led him in circles when he kept asking. what was the reason? was it that hard to answer?

the next few days weren't necessarily the best. he was like a walking ticking time bomb, ready to blow up at any second. everyone in the IPC kept their distance from him -not like they didn't keep their distance to begin with, some started whispering among the hallways about his potential termination after a very big gamble he almost, almost, lost. what ticked him off the most, was you.

he felt so frustrated at you because why were you so damn perceptive. those past few days, the papers that were messily and hastily thrown on the giant table in his office were suddenly organized into neat piles, all held together with different colored paperclips and a sticky note of when each pile was due to be submitted. how every morning you wouldn't fail to knock thrice at his door -short, short and long- at exactly 3 minutes before 9 in the morning with two cups of coffee in your hands. or the times where you would take one good look at him and start lighting up the candles in his office that you started buying for him because you noticed he'd be slightly less stressed when the room didn't smell like fear and insecurity.

what he hated the most was even after his little temper tantrum the past few days began to subdue, you still continued your almost doting actions towards him.

when did he start anticipating your methodical knocks 3 minutes before 9? when did he suddenly grow disappointed whenever someone knocked on his door and it wasn't you? topaz had suddenly grown confused when he suddenly came into the meeting room with a cup of coffee in his hand and when she asked about it he would simply say, “well, my darling assistant bought it for me!”. the multiple scented candles in his office that burned too quickly so at the end of every month he'd have you go out and buy some more.

when did he start using his left hand -the hand he left bare from rings, the same hand that shook in fear of losing- to guide the small of your back away from the crowd whenever you would accompany him to missions?

when did he start taking off the glasses that hid the eyes he wanted to sell to someone else?

it was so confusing yet so simple at the same time. aventurine had grown fond of his little assistant. he has grown fond of you. and that was all there is to it. after all, why would he go out of his way to get that customized brooch that you wear every single day when you come to work if he hadn't. how his chest would swell with pride whenever you spoke with higher positioned officers in the IPC and how they would avert their gaze because of the pin on your vest.

and he knows that you know of his sudden change in demeanor. you just never say a word for his sake. how he went from being a distant and acquainted boss to a friend. an actual friend. and that was supposed to be it. he did say in your first meeting that you should be good friends, but how was he supposed to keep his words after the little stunt you pulled at pier port?

it was a simple mission, negotiate and get the upper hand, nothing more and certainly nothing less. like any other mission, he was accompanied by you and some other people under the IPC. everything was going smoothly until one of them just had to open their mouth and talk shit about his already dreadful past just because he had forgotten to put on his glasses. he truly has grown a bit too comfortable with you around, and he didn't like it.

“what's a sigonian scum like you doing in the IPC? why don't you crawl back into the hole you came from?”

he just sighed. shaking his head, hiding his left hand behind his back, shielding it away from everyone's gaze as it shook with anger, disgust, and the tantalizing question of why.

why did he have to go through this?

and then you did something out of the ordinary.

the sweet assistant of aventurine suddenly pulled out the gun situated on your hip and pointed it directly to the man’s forehead, a deathly glimmer shining in your eyes as your index threateningly ghosted over the trigger.

“if you do not take back what you said just now, i won't hesitate to put a bullet or two in that empty skull of yours.”

then you started walking, and he started backing up. you didn't stop until the man was standing on the edge of the port, one simple push and he'd be drowned in the vast icy oceans. that is, if he wasn't already drowning in the fury of your eyes.

aventurine felt his body move in instinct. his left hand holding your wrist and slowly putting it down at your side. he gave a half assed apology about your behavior and ushered you to your original destination. this time, he kept his hand on your back, specifically near the gun on your hips to make sure you didn't point it at someone else.

“do they always speak to you that way?” you ask barely above whisper. eyes strained one the road you were walking one while his bore into your very being. “i’ve grown used to it. be sure to not point that gun of yours to any potential partners, m’kay?” to prove his point, he tapped the gun on your hips with his finger and you just sighed. a simple yes stumbling past your lips before being enveloped by silence.

aventurine was sure. he was very, very, sure that was the last nail in the coffin, and the answer to the question he's been asking.

the entire day, you stuck by his side. glued to the fucking hip and no one dared to utter a single word about him. the meeting went smoothly and when everyone was preparing to go home, he called you over and said:

“that stunt you pulled earlier, stays between us, alright, friend?”

and you simply nod in understanding.

you carry your bags onto the ship to take you back home only to be taken aback when aventurine comes to steal it away from your hands. “take it as thanks for earlier.” he remembered that look of shock before it turned into something else -what it was he didn't know because you turned away before he could even fathom what of it made his stomach do flips.

even when he came to drop off your things at your personal room, he found himself lingering by the door. watching you unpack your things as he stood idly. you would eventually turn to him and ask if he needed anything more, and out of curiosity he asked: “why did you point your gun at that man?” he will never forget the look of puzzlement on your face when he asked.

“because he said something unpleasant to you. as your assistant, i can't allow others to simply trample on your name.”

he spent the night staring up at the ceiling while laying on his bed. your words mingling in with jade's in his mind, trying to fit the two like puzzle pieces to ease the racing of his heart and uneasiness of his mind. he didn't like assuming things. a conjecture such as this would cost him too much, but tonight he indulged himself in the thought.

picking up his phone and messaging jade, he laid his forearm over his eyes and sighed.

“this room smells horrible…” he muttered. the strong scent of chlorine made his mind spin. making him miss the scented candles you had slowly but surely placed inside his office. he'd grown so fond of them that he'd bought some of his own to place around his home. “ah… i think i'm screwed.”

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it has been approximately 3 system hours since you arrived in penacony, and roughly a few system hours before aventurine's eventual demise.

topaz had just finished speaking with the trailblazer and their companions. when they had left you stood next to her and stared at the giant prison turned hotel.

“you… don't seem too worried.” topaz said, you felt her gaze but you didn't turn to look at her, instead you just gazed into nothing. “it would be a lie if i said i wasn't worried.” you were most definitely worried, terrified even. no matter how many times aventurine does his high risk gambles, you will never get used to it, not when it causes ghostly hands to squeeze at your heart at the sheer thought of him losing. the thought of losing him.

“but i trust miss jade's judgment. i trust aventurine.”

roughly a day before his departure to penacony, curiosity got the best of you and you stuck around the meeting room in secret when aventurine stayed behind.

“what can i do for you, aventurine?” jade's voice slightly echoed in the empty room. your hands slightly shook in fear of being caught, but you were just so curious about what has been going on with your boss that you couldn't fight the urge to eavesdrop a bit. “oh nothing much. i take it you received my message?” you assumed the woman nodded because aventurine continued. “i must admit, your little plan worked. but is it really necessary?”

jade stood up from her seat, her heels clicked on the marble floor and aventurine followed her until they were by the door.

“well, it's better to stay safe than sorry. and besides, this doesn't count as a complaint, right?”

you heard him chuckle. somehow, even though you hid behind a pillar you felt his stare bore into your being. you could almost imagine those purple eyes that had rings of teal in them that made you weak in the knees.

“no, not necessarily. i could never consider it as a complaint.” he took a moment before asking another question. “but i want to hear it from you, friend. why did you assign [name] as my assistant?”

“it's rather simple really,” jade replied. “you need a reason to leave penacony alive, no? i simply made it easier for you.”

you? the reason for aventurine's will to live? it seemed rather silly. how you, a simple assistant, be so much of importance to someone like aventurine, but with how topaz came to hold the hand that gripped the brooch he had given you, you thought otherwise.

this half a year you've been working with him, you like to think that you've gotten to know him very well.

how when you stood beside him as he sat himself in another gamble, he would always lay his left hand on his lap, fingers curled into fists so tight you were afraid his palms were bleeding.

how he always hid his “weaker” hand behind his back in dire situations to hide his fear.

or when he would always take off his glasses in his office whenever you were there. and that laptop you were 98% sure wasn't there when you started working? aventurine apparently got it specifically for you so you could work in his office.

but what you were most sure of was:

“aventurine doesn't make deals he knows he won't benefit from. he'll win, he always does. he'll come back, i know it.”

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sl-vega · 3 months ago

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SWEET N' SOUR ! - a scaramouche celebrity smau

-> PROLOGUE; all because I liked a boy

additional notes:

HI HI

i wanted to post this chapter yesterday but i'm SUPER sick right now so staring at a screen was basically a death sentence for me

so to make it up to you guys I wanted to make this chapter longer than I originally wanted it to be!

i was debating whether I wanted to release to prologue or the profiles first, but seeing as how scara's fg isn't relevant yet (and how y/n's entire gc was shown in the second teaser, I decided on uploading the prologue first!

and part of me also want you guys to guess some of the irl equivalents to some of the characters here!

aka half of them

only half of y/n friend group (including y/n mind you) are essentially au versions of another celebrity/semi famous person

so leave your guesses in my ask box/comments!

anyways LMAO other random notes

while this smau won't be an exact one to one of how the music industry works (ie me taking creative liberties with fontinalia being based off of broadway records even though it functions VERY differently from the source) I do like to include accurately depicted parts of it when I can!

when Beidou was talking about qixing showing an interest in y/n, the A&R team that she mentioned is a very real part of any record label!

A&R stands for artists and repertoire, and it's basically a fancy term for talent scouts who find new artists to sign to the label they work for!

anyways lmao this was a VERY long a/n, so thanks for reading all that if you did

as per usual, taglist is always open and please let me know if you want to have a cameo as a fan username (and thank you to all the people who let me use their's as fans in this chapter!)

also let me know if any of y'all are comfortable with being scara haters, venti can't keep doing the work for you

˚୨୧⋆｡ synopsis: the bright lights of fame and fortune aren’t for everyone, and you’re starting to think you’re part of that majority. You just can’t seem to catch a break! Every movie you’re in goes straight to DVD, every album you drop just barely gets any streams. From child star to sub par popstar, it seems clear that the world has some kind of vendetta against you and you love to blame it on a certain rising musical sensation; Scaramouche. Thanks to your godforsaken luck you happened to go out with the wrong guy at the wrong time because he just so happened to be Scaramouche’s ex, next thing you know you wake up to truck loads of death threats, your record label dropping you, AND a whole album labelling you as the ‘other woman’! After what seemed like a never ending onslaught of straight bullying and harassment, you had long since retreated from the limelight, the only thing left from your music career being ever so occasional covers on YouTube that only your few close friends watched religiously. However, after writing a heartfelt original piece and uploading it from your humble bedroom, it goes viral! A single song has thrusted you head first into stardom once more, and face to face with the person you ruined it for you.

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neptuneiris · 10 months ago

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could you pretend to be in love? (09/10)

The Consequences

pairing: modern!aemond × fem!reader (fake dating)

summary: things get complicated, you and Aemond's relationship ends and despite finding solutions, nothing can repair the damage to your ruined future.

word count: 8.3k

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fortunately it didn't take me as long as last time and finally here it is hehe🙏😚

I really hope you like it a lot and remember that we're not far from the end, so I'm looking forward to your comments with your opinions. thank you very much for reading beautiful people!❤

You want to believe it's all a misunderstanding.

You couldn't sleep all night. Anxiety and worry consumed you like never before, waiting and checking your mail every moment hoping to see if anything would arrive, but nothing.

Your whole night was summed up in thinking about possible catastrophic scenarios, although they were not possible after all, since that is what is really going to happen because at this point there is nothing you can do because the college applications have already passed.

That's why you checked your email every moment, almost on the verge of tears, thinking about what the fuck you're going to do, how you're going to go to college and why Aemond didn't keep his end of the deal.

There was the urge to text him and even call him in all your desperation and confusion, ask him what happened, but you decided to wait until the next morning to ask him in person to get clear answers.

And that's what you're going to do now.

You don't even know if you are right but there is no other explanation when things are too clear. And you can't help but feel the pain of betrayal burning in your chest, with the anxiety consuming you and the need.

You finally arrive at the school, where without thinking of absolutely nothing, you start searching for Aemond through all the hallways, with determination and rage mixed inside you.

Your eyes frantically search through all the students as you walk quickly and make your way through them all, ignoring their stares at you as you don't care at the moment, you have a goal in mind.

And along with that goal and what you have to do now, still your mind is a whirlwind of thoughts, each one more painful and confusing than the last.

After all the moments you both spent together, both real and pretend, every laugh, every gesture, every kiss, it all seemed so real and so genuine.

But now… it all felt like a cruel illusion.

And to have to accompany it all with this, it's just unbelievable.

You finally see him in the distance, it's not hard to make out his distinctive silver hair, with his figure walking towards the doors leading to the huge backyard of the school, talking to some friends.

Anger and sadness intensify as you see him looking so calm, as if nothing is going on, made worse by the fact that he won't try to contact you either to let you know anything about the university, or even give you the news himself, anything.

You clench your fists and muster up all your courage before reaching for him, feeling completely hopeless.

“Aemond,” you call out to him, your voice tense and cutting.

He turns to you at the call of your voice, his expression changing from surprise to slight concern in an instant. His friends continue walking and he remains standing, as you walk towards him.

And you don't even give him time to speak, as you immediately raise your phone, showing him the college's Facebook ad on the screen.

“What is this?” you ask him, demanding explanations, confusion and pain reflecting in your eyes.

You feel your voice tremble, but you stand your ground, holding his gaze with a determination that belies your vulnerability.

He watches the screen and you see the worry spread further across his face, followed by a nervousness that runs through him from head to toe. He opens his mouth to speak, but the words seem caught in his throat.

“I'm sorry,” he says in a barely audible whisper, leaning toward you and with sorrow in his gaze, ”I-I didn't want you to find out like this.”

The knot in your stomach tightens even tighter as the worry and anxiety intensifies, watching him without understanding.

“And what does that mean?”

He looks to all sides, noticing the number of students surrounding you who begin to watch you both curiously, whispering amongst themselves.

“Come,” he says softly as he places a firm but careful hand on your shoulder and guides you into one of the empty classrooms, away from the stares.

You don't argue with him because you don't want to draw attention to yourself either, but as soon as he closes the door behind you, you feel the pressure in your chest intensify and you immediately turn to him, the need for answers burning inside you.

“You didn't talk to your grandsire or your sister?” you ask, your voice trembling between anger and the anxiety you're trying to contain.

He looks down for a moment, swallowing hard. His silence hangs heavy in the air before he looks up at you, his eyes showing a mixture of weariness and regret.

“Yes, with my grandsire,” he states to you, "But I'm still working on it," he confesses with his tone infused with a sincerity that hurts you more than you expected.

You feel your breath catch and you watch him in shock, with your lips parted and hopelessness all over your gaze, trying to process what he just said. The hopelessness is reflected in your gaze, and your eyes fill with tears of frustration that you struggle to hold back.

“What?” you manage to say, your voice cracking in disbelief.

He takes a step toward you, his eye fixed on yours as he tries to remain calm, though you can see the tension in the way his hands move, as if he's searching the air for the right words.

“Listen,” he begins, your tone softer and almost pleading, ”It's not entirely true that the whole admissions process is over. There are still… possibilities,” he says nervous, ”And I promise you that I've already sent all your documents to my grandsire. I just need a little more time to be able to convince him, and I will, I swear.”

He tries to convince you, observing you completely honest and sincere in what he is saying, but you no longer believe in him.

His words are like a desperate attempt to calm you down, to reassure you that everything will be okay. But distrust grows inside you with a sharp pain that spreads throughout your chest.

You watch him, looking for some sign to give you hope, some spark of certainty you can cling to. But all you see is uncertainty and nervousness, insecurity, because even he doesn't know if he will get you in.

You think about the announcement, how the university has already sent out all the emails, both acceptance and rejection. Then reality hits you like a slap in the face, and suddenly you understand.

“You… you got in?” you ask in a breathy whisper, though deep down you already know the answer.

He doesn't answer you right away, as instead of words, all you get is his look, a mixture of pity and embarrassment that only confirms it.

“Yes but you'll get in Y/N too,” he quickly insists, his voice desperate to convince you, ” You don't need to worry about anything.”

How easy it is to talk when he is the one who certainly should not worry about his future.

And finally the tears find their way, unable to control them any longer. You press your lips together tightly, trying to keep your composure, but the pain and frustration are too intense.

Aemond stirs restlessly, hating to see you cry. His hands tense, wanting to reach out and be able to hug you, but he restrains himself and watches you with concern.

“Y/N—

“ You don't even know if you'll be able to get me in too,” you interrupt him in a cold and distant voice, laden with bitterness with the feeling of betrayal and disappointment in your chest, “I trusted you, that's why I didn't apply to other colleges,” you look at him hurt and annoyed, “Now what am I supposed to do? The time for applications has already passed. I can't apply anywhere else because this, your promise, should have been settled long ago.”

Your words echo in the air, and the reality of the situation settles between the two of you like a barrier. He is affected by your words and falls silent, not knowing how to respond.

Worst of all, you know that he really wanted to help you, that his intentions were sincere, that's what you really want to think in the midst of all this.

But did he really want to help you in the first place?

If that was really his intention, then you wouldn't be in this position right now, in this situation that should never have been allowed. And you also remember Floris.

The tension is palpable and you feel the lump in your throat tighten even more and you look at him with pain.

“You used me,” you say with your voice cracking and barely above a whisper.

He shakes his head, his gaze full of despair.

“No, it wasn't like that,” he tries to correct with his pleading tone as he takes a step closer to you, “That was never my intention Y/N, you know that.”

You pull away from him, increasing the distance between the two of you, tears gathering more in your eyes and this time you make no effort to hold them back.

“I know because of what happened with Floris,” you say bitterly, ”And the worst thing is that I did like you.”

Your words leave him speechless for a moment, his expression marked by a mixture of regret and pain. He reaches out a hand toward you, as if to touch you, to comfort you, but you abruptly pull away.

“Y/N, please let me explain—

“There's nothing to explain,” you cut him off, unable to bear to listen to him any longer.

You feel something inside you crack and he seems to notice your change, to which he doesn't know what to do.

He tells you something else but you no longer listen. The broken promises, the destroyed trust, it all piles up on your shoulders, making you feel smaller and lonelier than you ever felt before.

The pain on his face is evident and when you finally decide to walk away, Aemond tries to stop you, tries to remedy the situation, but you don't even hear him anymore, you don't even see him, it's as if he is suddenly invisible and you leave him behind with pain and bitterness branded on your chest.

All because you realize that he, his promises, his words, were never worth it. And now you're paying the consequences of your future ruined by an absurd contract you should never have accepted in the first place.

You feel as if the world has fallen on top of you.

All the way home, you feel a mixture of intense emotions overflowing and the only way you can get them off your chest is to cry.

You are thankful that your father is still at work or else you would have had no idea how to explain your visibly pitiful state to him. Besides you don't even have the courage to really tell him what's going on.

But all is probably not lost.

Anxiety, despair and frustration wash over you as you sit in front of your laptop. But it also invades you and you cling to hope. You want, desire and yearn to find a solution, one last chance to not lose an academic year, so you open the browser.

Your fingers move quickly over the keyboard, as you search the admissions pages of other universities.

You visit one after another, hoping to find one that is still accepting applications, one that might have a deadline extension. But as you read and watch, that hope fades.

The words ‘admission perido has ended’ are repeated over and over again on every page you visit.

You try a small college in another city, then the only two available in your own city, but in all the answers are the same. Time has run out. The deadline has passed and there is no way to reverse it.

Frustrated, you hold your hands to your head, feeling the despair and anxiety growing inside you. And unable to help it, tears well up in your eyes and finally the situation crushes you.

With a loud sob escaping your lips, you collapse in your chair, feeling completely helpless, hopeless and like a fool.

You don't understand how you couldn't take precautions, have a backup plan B in case Aemond's plan failed, apply to even the city's public university, but none of that crossed your mind at all.

How are you going to explain this to your father? That you didn't apply to other colleges because you trusted a guy's word to get into Citadel in exchange for making his ex-girlfriend jealous?

Even the situation, thinking about what you were doing all that time instead of applying to other colleges makes you frustrated and angry at yourself for being such a fool.

And yet, you still hold on.

The next morning, your spirits still low, you head to the office of the school's coordinator, Mrs. Turner, with this last spark of hope. Maybe, just maybe, you can find some way to resolve this with her help.

Mrs. Turner greets you with a friendly smile, though her face reflects some concern when she sees the expression on your face clearly tired from lack of sleep and swollen from all the crying you've done.

“Miss Y/N, what's wrong? Is everything all right?” he asks you, inviting you to sit down.

You waste no time and explain the situation to her. You decide to omit certain details, especially everything to do with Aemond and his promise. Instead, you opt to say that, due to a family problem, you missed the date for applying to colleges.

“Well, I understand that some universities do a second round of application, but you're mostly private universities in the city.”

“Only private here in the city?” you ask nervously and with a slight illusion.

“Yes,” he nods at you, “Maybe you could make an application for a scholarship.”

You bite your lip, feeling the frustration begin to take hold of you again and the illusion disappears.

You know that, while a scholarship might help you cover some of the costs, it won't be enough. You will only be offered a partial scholarship, and even then, the costs of a private university would be unaffordable for you and your father.

With the scholarship you had applied for at Citadel, you would have had most of your expenses covered, as long as you maintained a good grade point average. But you were rejected.

“No, I-I… I can't afford private college,” you admit as you look at her in desperation, ”Are you sure there's nothing you can do at the public university? Maybe send in a special request or something?”

She looks at you with some pity and disappointment.

“I'm sorry Y/N, but I'm afraid that's not the way things work,” she tells you in a soft voice, “Unfortunately, at most universities, once the admissions deadlines have closed, there's nothing we can do.”

You're not even surprised because you were definitely expecting something like this. Nor do you feel anything, just…emptiness and bitterness.

Mrs. Turner maintains her compassionate look as she continues to speak, trying to soften the impact of the situation on you.

“Y/N, I know this may seem discouraging, but I want you to know that all is not lost. Losing a year before entering college is not the end of the world,” she says in a reassuring tone, ”You can use this time to get a job, gain experience, and prepare an even stronger application for the next cycle. There's no rush, and many people find that taking a year off allows them to better focus on what they really want.”

But you know what you really want.

You want to study law, have a professional career, graduate and work at something you really like where you earn enough money to help your dad, give him a better life. That's what you want.

But you ruined it all by agreeing to a dumb contract, by believing his words and by not backing yourself.

You know her words are meant to calm you down, to offer you a positive outlook in the midst of the storm of emotions flooding through you. But, at this moment, these words offer you no comfort.

All you can think about is how your plan, your future, has crumbled in front of you.

You nod slowly, not wanting to seem rude or ungrateful for his attempt to help you. But inside, you feel misunderstood. You know Mrs. Turner only wants to help you, but the despair and fear of the future you now face keep you from seeing the bright side.

“Thank you, Mrs. Turner,” you say with an effort to keep your voice steady, ”I appreciate your advice.”

She gives you a warm, though still concerned, smile as you rise from your chair.

“If you need to talk more, or if there's anything I can help you with, feel free to come see me, okay?”

You nod once more, thanking her for her kindness and time before leaving the office.

Once outside, the hustle and bustle of students filling the halls of the school envelop you and you quickly make your way to your locker.

You open the door with automatic movements, barely aware of what you are doing as your thoughts invade you. With trembling hands, you put away the books and notebooks you won't need for the next few classes.

As you go through the motions, the pain and frustration begin to build. And when you least expect it, tears begin to slide down your cheeks silently.

You try to control yourself, pursing your lips and wiping your cheeks, but your emotions are too intense to be repressed. When suddenly, laughter reaches your ears.

You watch out of the corner of your eye and see Alys and her friends walking almost in front of you with mocking voices and laughter, full of undisguised contempt.

You have an idea what specifically amuses them about you, you know they must have sent you that picture of Aemond and Floris, but you also feel their laughter as a cruel mockery of your already desperate situation.

Still you can't help but feel embarrassed and angrily wipe away your tears with a sharp gesture.

Rage runs through your whole body, for everything. And your tears, though stopped for the moment, still threaten to return. You hurry to put everything away and slam the door shut to finally walk away.

You walk quickly down the hallway, wanting to get away from all the people, when as you turn down a corridor, you come face to face with Aemond, Aegon and his friends.

The impact is almost physical, but both you and they stop abruptly to avoid the blow. And as soon as you realize who you have in front of you, you freeze for an instant.

Just when your day couldn't get any worse.

Aemond, with his silver hair and imposing figure, is the first to notice you. His expression instantly changes from surprise to concern as he sees the traces of tears on your face.

And although he doesn't say anything right away, his gaze is intense, full of worry and guilt.

The tension in the air becomes palpable, because both you and he have no idea what to do, what to say or how to react. But you, feeling the pressure of the stares, feel trapped and instantly have the urge to walk away.

But first, Aemond takes a step towards you, trying to close the distance between the two of you and your eyes meet his, charged with a mixture of desperation and hope.

“Y/N,” he calls your name.

And before he can say anything else, you don't let him and quickly move away.

Desperation drives you to dodge him, also the fact that you can't stand to be in his presence, which you do but Aemond reacts immediately and follows you.

He calls your name with an urgency that makes his voice echo down the hallway, leaving his brother and his friends behind.

“Y/N, please stop, he needed to talk to you,” he urges you.

His hand reaches out to yours in an attempt to stop you but you continue walking quickly.

Maybe it's the look you both have or it's the unusual attitude you're both having around each other that starts to get people's attention. But you don't care since all you want at that precise moment is to get away from him.

“Please, Y/N.”

And then his hand takes yours, stopping you and you turn to him, your face flushed with tears and anger inside you.

“Let go of me,” you tell him in warning in a cold, cutting voice, ”I won't tell you again.”

The scene definitely draws more attention and some students begin to murmur and watch you both very intently, but the whole whirlwind of emotions makes you lose sight of the awkwardness of the situation.

You really don't want to deal with Aemond right now. In fact you don't even want to have anything to do with him anymore.

And Aemond seeing that, your attitude and coldness, the fact that you can't even stand to see him and the fact that you are being terribly honest, hurts him, really hurts him with a sharp pain in his chest, but he insists.

“Please, just for a few minutes. I need to explain—

Completely losing patience, showing the intensity of your pain and frustration, you release yourself from his grip in a sudden movement that draws more attention from the students and the situation becomes an unwanted show.

“Leave me alone,” you warn him through your teeth before turning and walking away with quick steps.

And thankfully he doesn't try to stop you again.

Everyone is looking at you and everyone is looking at Aemond as well, but you quickly find refuge away from all the stares, taking no notice.

However, you should have expected that little show to go around like plague throughout the school accompanied with the new rumor that Aemond Targaryen and his previously invisible girlfriend have broken up.

And honestly… you didn't even care.

To this point, technically he and you have ended whatever the two of you had, so you don't care to either affirm or deny it, you just don't make a big deal out of it and let people believe what they want.

Besides, how could you care when there are certainly more important things like thinking about your now ruined future?

News you have the confidence to share with Alysanne after all the drama involving you and Aemond, since you two are all anyone talks about in the entire school.

“That fucking idiot,” Alysanne mutters in disbelief, "Just when I thought what he did with Floris was so low but this… I mean, are you kidding me?" she stares at Cregan, incredulous, ”This is so much worse.”

You let out a long breath and bring a hand to your forehead as you close your eyes and simply let your body try to relax. It's uncomfortable because of the hard metal beneath you as you lie on the bleachers but you still try.

“But he said he would try to fix it, didn't he?” asks Cregan in a cautious tone.

“And you believe him?” reproaches Alysanne incredulously, "I wouldn't and Y/N shouldn't either," she observes you, ”He had all this time to do something about it, even to be honest with you and tell you ahead of time that he wasn't going to succeed in helping you. Then you would have had a chance to apply to other colleges but no, he preferred to stay silent and enjoy the acting and all that it provoked in his stupid ex-girlfriends.”

And put like that… everything that happened sounds so much worse.

But you know she's right.

While the whole school is whispering about your ‘breakup’ with him, you can't help but feel that there are much more important things at stake, things that Aemond never understood or tried to understand.

And Alysanne seeing your expression and you basically not reacting because you're thinking about the future and how incredibly fucked up you must feel, lets out a long breath and moves a little closer towards you.

“I know it's a stupid question but are you okay?” she asks you in a warm and concerned tone.

You let out a sigh and take a moment before answering, not watching them and not taking your hand off your forehead.

“I don't know what to do,” you say in a low, emotionless tone.

Alysanne grimaces and looks at Cregan who also returns the same expression; they don't know what to do to make you feel better and relieve that huge weight you're carrying.

College is a big deal, both of them would also feel the same way if they were in your place, that's a fact. But by the same token they are not in your situation, they don't know what to do to cheer you up because, what could they possibly do to even help you? Nothing.

“I'm just thinking about how I'm going to tell my dad.”

You confess finally, withdrawing your hand from your forehead and fixing your eyes on the gray sky above you.

“I'll have to lie to him, tell him I applied but all the colleges rejected me,” you say regretfully, “Now I'm just left to look for a job and do that until I can apply next year.”

Alysanne and Cregan exchange a look.

“It's not a bad plan,” she tells you, trying to cheer you up, “In fact, a lot of people of our age don't go to college after graduation and do exactly that, get a job and apply until the next year or until they're sure of what they want to study.”

“Yeah,” Cregan agrees, "Besides, my family has several businesses in town, I could help you get a job at one of them.”

You can't help but place a small smile on your lips, seeing the willingness of both of them in wanting to support you, however, they can see the sadness all over your face and the discouragement you feel.

“Thanks guys, I really appreciate it,” you say genuinely, "And I know it's not a bad plan but…" you sigh, feeling the frustration and sadness swirl in your chest, ”I know my dad, and I know that, when I tell him that I wasn't accepted, he'll be supportive… but I also know that he'll be very disappointed.”

That's what weighs on you the most, far more than anything else, going over the whole Aemond thing and also over you, your dad.

He has sacrificed so much for you, working long hours at a job that doesn't give him what he truly deserves. He earns enough to support you and the house, he has always made sure you both have what you need; food on the table, clothes and basic comforts.

But he never buys anything for himself and his own dreams have always taken a back seat. All so he can give you a chance to do something else, have a better life and now…you feel like you've failed him.

Cregan and Alysanne watch you silently, their faces reflecting the gravity of your words. They know there is nothing they can say that will truly ease your pain, but you know they are both here, offering you their support.

“Well, I don't know your dad but still, he's your dad and he loves you,” Alysanne tells you in a warm tone, ”He knows you better than anyone and I'm sure all he'll want is for you to be okay.”

“And I'm sure he's seen how you've tried your best and you can't take the blame for something that was out of your hands.”

You understand what they both mean and you also ponder your dad's attitude in your mind briefly, but still, you can't help but place a small bitter smile.

“Actually it was my fault because it was my decision to trust Aemond, instead of making sure I had other options to prevent exactly this,” you say without emotion, “And I also feel that… not only it hurts me to have to tell my dad, but also to feel this disappointment,” you explain, “I really believed that I would go to Citadel and that my life was going to follow that path I had planned for a long time. But now… I feel like that dream has been taken away from me again.”

Alysanne looks at you sadly, understanding the weight of your words and she along with Cregan, no longer have any idea what to say to you. And you notice this, so you watch both of them trying to keep a genuine smile on your lips.

“You know? I really appreciate you both being here for me… I don't know what I would have done if I didn't have you guys to talk to,” you tell them sincerely, ”But I think it needed some time alone.”

Alysanne looks at you uncertainly.

“Are you sure? You know I don't mind, I can skip the next class to stay with you.”

“No, no, don't worry,” you hasten to say.

“I can stay too,” Cregan adds, shrugging.

“No guys, I don't want you to miss class for me, really,” you look at them sincerely, "I'll be fine, I just…" you let out a sigh, ”I need time alone.”

They both exchange a look and Cregan is the one who stands up first, stretching his arms out before looking at you with a mixture of understanding and concern.

“Fine but if you need anything, tell us,” he tells you with a soft voice and a warm gaze.

You nod in his direction.

“Yes, thank you,” you reply as you return a small smile that doesn't quite reach your eyes.

Alysanne lingers a little longer, watching you with the same intensity as always, as if she wants to make sure you really will be okay before she leaves.

“I'll keep an eye out on you, okay?”

“Okay,” you tell her, feeling that simple gesture of support fill you with a strange mixture of relief and sadness.

She nods, smiling a little before walking away along with Cregan, leaving you alone on the bleachers.

And you stand there, thinking about everything and yet nothing, where you allow yourself to let out a long, heavy sigh. You look up at the sky, allowing thoughts to flow unrestricted.

The faint sounds around you envelop you, such as the soccer team boys training on the field and the entire cheerleading squad, as well as the faint, comforting sound of the leaves moving from the big trees along with the birds singing.

And even though you don't want to feel bad, the pain, the disappointment and the uncertainty about what will come next, it all hits you again in an unavoidable way.

And it all blends together in an emotional whirlwind that leaves you exhausted.

Time seems to stand still as you stand there, lost in thought. And you barely notice when someone approaches, as the sound of approaching footsteps barely registers in your consciousness.

And because you are absorbed in your thoughts, you only come out of your trance the moment a soft voice right next to you breaks the silence in your space.

“Hi Y/N.”

You raise your head almost immediately, definitely not expecting that and suddenly you see Floris standing next to you, watching you with a mixture of insecurity and regret.

You frown and look at her confused, not bothering to hide it, truly not understanding what she's doing here, talking to you.

And receiving no response from you, she looks down uncomfortably for a moment, fiddling with her hands as if searching for the right words before speaking.

And this is the first time you see her like this. You don't spend your time watching and analyzing her either but normally she always comes across as confident and sure of her whole persona, but now… you've never seen her so nervous.

“I know I'm probably the last person you want to talk to right now…” she admits with her voice barely a whisper, sitting down next to you on the bleacher, though she keeps an appropriate distance, ”But I really want to talk to you.”

'Talk?'

You repeat in your mind, still watching her without understanding and unable to help but feel a pang of bitterness at the memory of all that has happened.

The truth is you don't want to talk, you already feel frustrated and tired enough without now having to deal with this and especially with her.

But for some strange reason, you don't say anything, you just watch her, waiting, keeping calm, waiting for her to continue. She seems to hesitate for a moment, but then takes a deep breath, focusing her gaze on the horizon.

“I-I… after what happened in Dragonstone…” she begins to speak cautiously, ”Aemond decided to cut off all communication with me.”

That nonconformity and that little ache in your chest comes up as you hear her name and you too look straight ahead, avoiding her gaze.

“He told me that what happened between us was a mistake and that you never deserved that,” she continues in a soft tone, ”I don't know if that gives you any kind of comfort, but I thought you should know.”

'Comfort?'

You don't know whether to laugh or cry but it's clear that none of this brings you comfort.

And she seems to be struggling with her own emotions, as you see out of the corner of your eye how her hands clench in her lap as if she's trying to control the trembling in them.

“And I'm not telling you this to justify myself, I know what happened at that party was a mistake,” she says emphatically, ”I shouldn't have gotten involved, let alone knowing that you were his girlfriend. That was…” she pauses and lets out a frustrated sigh, ”That was a big mistake on my part. I should have walked away from him the moment I met you, given you your place and respected you, but… I didn't.”

Her words fall heavy in the air and although part of you wants to lash out at her, another part of you feels so drained that you can't even find the energy to argue. Besides it's not just her… it's also Aemond.

“I was the one who was all the time looking for his attention at that party, you know? I was the one who had the intention of kissing him all that time, “she confesses, visibly embarrassed, ”I-I… I don't know, I felt so jealous when I came back and saw him with you. I-I guess I… still had feelings for him.”

You let out a long breath and finally speak bitterly.

“If he was the one who sent you to tell me all this to justify what he did and expect me to forgive him, it's not going to work Floris,” you warn her.

She shakes her head instantly, her eyes full of urgency.

“No, no,” she tells you immediately, ”He didn't send me to tell you anything, he doesn't even talk to me and barely notices me when we're in the same place. There's nothing really between us anymore Y/N,” she insists, ”It all ended when I left.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, not knowing what to say or what to really think, also not having the slightest idea what to do.

Even if all of this were true, everything she's telling you, you don't care anymore. All of this just comes with the part where Aemond didn't deliver what he promised you. All of this is just more accompanying pain, but what does it really matter?

“I'm really sorry about what happened,” she murmurs in your direction after you say nothing, “I know my words won't change anything and I'm not expecting you to forgive me… but I wanted you to know that I'm truly sorry.”

You remain silent, jaw clenched and gaze lowered, with the silence still heavy, dense.

Her words echo in your mind, mingling with everything else you've been carrying. But what are you supposed to feel? Relief? More pain? Or both? You don't know.

And resigned to the fact that she won't find some kind of reaction from you nor will you say anything to her, she lets out a last sigh, accepting your indifference without a problem.

“And I also wanted to tell you that…I know that Alys and her friends were the ones who sent you that picture,” she confesses to you and you feel that sharp pain in your chest again, ”And you don't have to worry about them spreading it all over school. I made sure that doesn't happen.”

The lump in your throat tightens. Though his words seek to offer you some sort of comfort, they do not soothe the wound that has already been inflicted. It doesn't change what happened, nor does it erase the humiliation you felt.

But even so, there is something in her tone, in the sincerity with which she speaks to you, that disarms you a little, if only for an instant.

Finally she stands up, feeling that there is nothing more to say. She throws you one last look, full of regret, before turning and starting to walk away.

And you don't stop her, as you have nothing to say, when suddenly, she stops after only a few steps and this catches your attention, so you look at her in confusion.

Floris, still with her back to you, seems to hesitate for a moment, as if considering whether or not to say what has been on her mind. When finally, he turns to you again, his eyes searching yours with an intensity you didn't expect.

“He really loves you, you know? Aemond.”

For the first time in the entire conversation you hold her gaze.

The sincerity in her eyes strikes you, but it's hard to believe those words after everything that's happened.

“When I came back from the exchange, something changed in him towards me. I don't know, he didn't see me the same way anymore,” she explains, "At first I didn't understand why, but when I met you, I knew," she confesses.

She pauses and seems to hesitate, as if choosing her next words carefully.

“The kiss…that kiss meant nothing to him, I know,” she finally confesses. “I saw him at Dragonstone, I saw how he looked at you… completely in love with you.”

You press your lips together and stare at a specific point, remembering those moments.

“And I also saw you completely in love with him too,” she admits in a soft voice, “I saw how you looked at him, with the same intensity with which he looked at you. And honestly… the two of you looked very happy together.”

This makes you feel exposed in a way you didn't expect, stirring a little in your seat, not knowing how to react.

The images of you and Aemond at Dragonstone, the times you spent together on the yacht, the hot tub, on the beach, in the castle and at the aquarium, when everything was fine and neither of you were faking it and it looked like everything was going to be just fine, all flashes through your mind.

“I saw all that, Y/N,” Floris continues, looking down in shame. “And that's why I accepted his decision to walk away from me. Because even though I didn't want to accept it at the time, I knew that what he felt for you was real. And what you felt for him was too.”

For a moment, you stare at her, not knowing how to respond or what to do, since you didn't expect to hear this either.

And you honestly can't deny the honesty in her words and in that it's probably true what she's saying, but you also can't ignore the pain that still burns inside you.

And so you simply nod slightly, as if you are accepting her confession even though you don't know what to do with it.

Floris looks at you one last time before turning completely around and continuing on her way, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the emotions you've been trying to contain.

You feel a surge of sadness mixed with a strange calm, as if there is nothing left to give. Everything that has happened between you, Aemond and Floris is still a complicated knot to untangle.

Now the silence that follows is heavy, but somehow, it also seems liberating.

Aemond POV.

With a folder in hand containing all the documents he needs and a determination all over his mind and posture, he barely observes all the people around him as he walks quickly through the hallways of the building, heading towards a specific office.

When he reaches the corresponding hallway, he slows his pace, cautiously observing his surroundings, making sure his grandsire is not nearby.

After so long keeping him waiting in the hope that he would do him the favor despite having already told him it would not be possible, he must have known that he will never really help him after all the favors he has done for him.

And that is precisely why Aemond has resorted to such measures.

But if his grandsire sees him here, he will immediately know what he wants to do and will not hesitate to kick him out of the building. That's why he has to be quick as the guards have seen him come in and so have all the people who work here.

And it's hard to go unnoticed when you have silver hair, which implies either that you work here or that you are the son, brother or nephew of the people who run the company.

So he quickly makes his way to the office, where he doesn't even knock on the door before entering, just walks in quickly to avoid being seen.

“Aemond?”

He looks at his sister and lets out a long breath watching her wearily, to walk over and take a seat in front of her.

“I'm sorry, my grandsire can't know I'm here or he'll kick me out,” he explains.

“Why? What happened?” she asks genuinely concerned, stopping what she was doing on her computer.

“Nothing, it's just…” he pauses as she brings a hand to his hair, ruffling it in frustration, ”I need you to do me a favor, Nyra. A big one.”

This gets her full attention and she nods slowly in his direction.

“What do you need?” she says to him with all disposition, watching him intently.

Your face, your words, all the moments that happened, whether good or bad, but most of all your hurt and broken face, the disappointment and how terribly sad you must have felt.

All of that is Aemond's drive to finally make things right and the things he should have done in the first place.

But it is not only that, it is also the fact that you no longer want to have anything to do with him, that you no longer want to be in the same place with him, that you can't stand his presence and that you don't answer any of his messages or calls, wanting to stop having any kind of contact with him.

All of that lets him know exactly how you felt about Floris and also about the fact that he didn't keep his promise.

And now he is willing to do anything, absolutely anything to be able to keep what he promised you. It doesn't matter if you still don't want to have anything to do with him, all he wants is for you to go to the college of your dreams.

But Rhaenyra's face after explaining and asking him for the favor, is exactly what he expected but he will still keep trying.

“You know I can't do something like that, Aemond.”

“You just don't have to say anything to him Rhae, please.”

She shakes her head.

“That's only worse. You know how hard it was for me to get him to agree to let me work here since dad died and I still have to put up with his bad treatment—

“Oh please, we all know it's only a matter of time before you and Daemon also get to run this company in addition to Driftmark and Harrenhal,” he interrupts her seriously, “You'll take my grandsire's job and send him to run only the Oldtown company.”

Rhaenyra remains serious for a moment, pursing her lips.

“It's the right thing to do and you know it. My father left this to me, to us,” she clarifies truthfully, ”And your grandfather took advantage to take it all and leave almost nothing to me.”

He lets out a long breath, bringing a hand to his chin.

“When you've finished your degree, you'll run Oldtown and if you want, we can spread out more locations,” she tells him in a soft tone, “Helaena can also run Highgarden and Aegon and Daeron can also help us if that's what they really want. That's what father wanted and I never once intended to take that away from you, your legacy, as your grandsire told you I would.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” he tells her in a soft, sincere tone, understanding what she means.

The fight over the inheritance was always in the family ever since their father became ill. He never showed them love or even that he cared even a little for them, but at least he intended to leave them a large part of his legacy.

Neither he nor his siblings fought with Rhaenyra and Daemon for it, it was only their grandsire, who from the time they were all children put hatred towards them to her.

But eventually, both he and his siblings realized that Rhaenyra had other intentions and everything grandsire said was a lie. Rhaenyra didn't want to steal their legacy, she never did.

And now… they have all developed a strange but pleasant relationship with her. He more than anything has developed a respect, even an affection, for his older sister, because she wasn't the villain they had always been led to believe.

“Our arrangement with Citadel University was made precisely from the company in Oldtown, a company he will run until you have graduated,” she continues, “And if he already refused once to help you with that and finds out that I did, this strange peace I have managed to keep will be over.”

And the worst part is that she's right.

He closes his eyes for a moment, feeling the weight of those words.

If his grandsire finds out that she helped him behind his back, all the progress they've made to maintain family stability will shatter, destroying any chance of avoiding another conflict. And all because of a girl only he knows.

If it were a nephew, cousin or someone closer to the family nucleus, everything would be different. Nepotism is a common currency among wealthy and powerful families, like his, but in your case, you are a complete stranger.

That is precisely the reason why his grandsire refused to offer help him.

And now, Aemond is caught between the desire to repair the damage he caused in you and the fear that his insistence will cause an even greater rift in the family.

“Then I'll do it,” he says with conviction, sure of his words and Rhae looks at him surprised and confused, “Just tell me how I can get her into college. You don't have to get involved, I'll take it all on myself. I'll say I asked you for help and you refused. If anything goes wrong, it will be my responsibility.”

Rhaenyra lets out a long, deep sigh.

“Aemond—

She begins softly, but he interrupts her before she can say more.

“She deserves this,” he says, his voice lower but laden with sincerity. “It wasn't her fault. She did a favor for me on the condition that I would do this one for her. Besides, I've done a lot of things for my grandfather and the company, especially this company, so please Rhae, I really want to do this.”

Rhaenyra watches him for a long moment, her eyes searching for something in his.

The intensity in Aemond's gaze does not waver, for he is willing to take the consequences, to stand up to even his grandsire, if it means giving you a chance to repair the damage he himself caused.

“Even if I have to give up my own place to give it to her, I don't care, I'll do it.”

Rhaenyra blinks slowly, her mind struggling between logic and the desire to help him. Aemond rarely shows regret, and seeing him so willing to sacrifice himself for someone surprises her and reaches her deeply.

And finally, after what seems like an eternity, she sighs.

“What you're asking is a huge risk,” she admits, looking at him with a mixture of seriousness and empathy.

He holds his breath, his body rigid, as she seems to debate internally and he waits for a decision. And then, she turns to her computer, beginning to type, letting out a long breath.

“But don't be silly, I want you to study at Citadel too.”

The relief Aemond feels is almost palpable. A mixture of gratitude and hope takes hold of him, and his shoulders seem to relax for the first time since he entered the office.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, “Truly.”

“Just let me make a phone call and I also need her docu—

She doesn't finish saying the word as he, with a quickness that reflects his urgency, drops the folder with all the necessary papers in front of her on her desk.

Rhaenyra raises an eyebrow, looking at the folder with a mixture of surprise and amusement.

“Sure,” she murmurs and opens the folder, letting out a small laugh, beginning to flip through the documents, making sure everything is in order "Well, this folder is quite complete and the grades are excellent,” she says in acknowledgement, "That's good because it will help us speed up the process."

Aemond allows himself to let out a sigh of relief, watching as Rhaenyra steps in to help him with this favor. And as she begins to make calls and coordinate the necessary details, he remains attentive throughout, beginning to feel more relieved than ever.

He knows this won't exactly make you forgive him, but at the very least, he's fixing the damage he's done to you so he can give you the opportunity you deserve.

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TWTHH Spinoff: Take Me Away [2]

Pairing: private investigator!Wooyoung x courtesan!reader

AU: historical au (Joseon era)

Word Count: 7.7k

Trigger Warnings: forced prostitution, brief mention of suicidal thoughts, attempted sexual assault

Summary: While working on a new case in town, Wooyoung was captivated when he stumbled upon a beauty unlike any other. Just as he began to believe that he might have found a Lady Park of his own, word got out that she was merely the newest courtesan at the town's brothel. Disheartened by this revelation, he nearly abandons his pursuit of her until he hears whispers suggesting that she may not have been there of her own will.

Part 1 | Main Story | Spinoff Masterlist

"So, that's what happened... My lord, I realise it might seem shameless of me to have declined the bonus before and now ask for it, but I must save her!" Wooyoung pleaded, recounting everything from the beginning: from the moment he bumped into you on the street—alright, he might have left out the part where he was infatuated like a schoolboy and moping around like a fool—to discovering the truth about your situation, and the recent visit he had paid you.

Before the general could offer reassurance, another voice interrupted from the entrance of the study, beating him to it, "Hwa, we have to help him! The poor thing must be scared out of her mind!"

All three men turned their heads to find Lady Park standing there, her eyes wide with worry as she entered the room. Seonghwa didn't hesitate to rush to his wife's side before wrapping an arm securely around her smaller frame, "What are you doing here, my love? It's late, you should be resting."

The private investigator felt his breath catch as he beheld his former dream girl. He'd be lying if he said he didn't miss her. She looked even more beautiful than before, if that were possible, seemingly glowing. Perhaps that was the effect of receiving the general's affection. He had to calm his foolish heart and maintain his composure as he rose from his seat to bow respectfully to her, watching as she offered him a warm smile in response.

"I couldn't sleep when Jongho told me Wooyoung was here. I got worried and had to come see if everything was alright," the lady said, addressing her husband as she pouted at him, "Please tell me you're going to agree to his request..."

Seonghwa chuckled, gently nuzzling his nose against her head before planting a tender peck there, "I was going to agree, but you came in just in time to cut me off," He turned to face the younger man, who looked at them with a mix of admiration and gratitude, "Don't worry, Wooyoung. We'll provide all the assistance you need. If you'd like, I can send Jongho along with you on this mission."

The assistant felt his cheeks flush at the unexpected offer. He couldn't fathom sneaking into a place like a brothel, even for such an important cause. Fortunately, the investigator declined with a shake of his head, sensing his friend's apprehension, "No, sir. That won't be necessary, your financial assistance is all I require for now. This is something I must accomplish on my own."

Lady Park nodded, speaking on behalf of her husband, "Alright, but if you require anything—anything at all—please don't hesitate to ask. We'll do everything in our power to support you."

"Thank you, my lady. I'll keep that in mind; I really appreciate it," Wooyoung replied with a deep bow. If his current situation hadn't been so urgent, he might have remarked on how unusually attentive the general was to her. Seonghwa was always by her side, but there was something different in the carefulness of the way he handled her.

"If that's all, we'll be turning in for the night," the newly married man announced as he guided his wife out of the room.

The investigator nodded quickly, "Of course. I've kept you both up long enough; please don't let me stop you."

"Come, my love. You need rest."

Before leaving the room completely, the lady turned back to Wooyoung again, her expression earnest, "Promise me you'll get her out of there," the younger man nodded firmly, "I promise, my lady."

As Lady Park's words lingered in the air, Wooyoung sensed the depth of her plea. He discerned the subtle pain reflected in her eyes, a silent acknowledgement passing between them. The general's wife seemed to grasp the anguish of being trapped in a relentless nightmare all too well, to be abandoned by one's own father.

His resolve to save you had already been firm, but now, fueled by the lady's empathy, his determination surged even stronger. It wasn't just about a silly crush anymore; it became a quest to right a grave injustice and bring solace to a soul in torment.

After the couple retired to their private quarters, Wooyoung stayed behind to devise a more comprehensive plan with the ever-meticulous Jongho, who had once been his greatest asset when they were gathering evidence against the former Minister Jang. With precision, the assistant outlined all his suggestions in a neatly drafted plan, folding the parchment into a perfect rectangle before handing it to the investigator.

"Here, decide which ones suit your situation the best. Just let me know how much you require, and I'll take care of all your transactions. You should probably head to the dressmaker's shop for your disguise as soon as possible if you wish to set those plans into motion the following night."

"Thanks, Jongho. You're a real one."

"Yeah, yeah. Just go."

In no time, Wooyoung arrived at the entrance of Hongjoong's shop, cautiously stepping inside while marvelling at the colourful hanboks on display. He braced himself for a possible lecture from the older man, knowing that he was already swamped with orders, not just from Lady Park, but from noblewomen all over town. And here the investigator was, about to place an urgent special order that needed to be fulfilled before the next nightfall.

His steps halted abruptly upon hearing the familiar, annoyed sound of a throat clearing from the back of the shop, "Jung Wooyoung, you'd better have a good explanation for welcoming yourself into my shop at such an early hour," came the gruff voice.

"H-hyung, listen... I know the last thing you want is to see my face first thing in the morning, but—"

"Damn right, I don't. So, get straight to the point. There better be a valid reason for your presence, or I'll see to it that you're banned from entering my shop for good."

Arms crossed over his chest, Hongjoong listened with a raised brow as the younger man swiftly retold the tale he'd shared with the general just hours earlier. Rather than reacting as seriously as expected, the dressmaker merely grinned teasingly, "Ahh, I see you've finally moved on from your little crush on Lady Park, huh? I hate to admit this, but I guess I am feeling slightly proud of you."

Wooyoung couldn't hide his unamused expression as he pursed his lips in disbelief, "Really? That's the only thing you can think of saying after everything I just told you?"

With a scoff, the older man snatched the parchment out of the investigator's hands, "Yes, and? Don't get sassy with me now. Show me the design you need done immediately, or you can figure out how to go about this on your own."

"Okay, okay, sheesh. Here's a sketch of the design I've seen on the male servants in the brothel. Fortunately, it's not too complicated, so it should be easy for you," the younger man said, handing over the sketch as he watched Hongjoong inspect it seriously, "Got it. This should be done in a few hours. You owe me a meal after this, Jung."

The investigator saluted playfully, "Yes, sir."

Noticing the exhaustion evident in Wooyoung's eyes, the older man softened, "You haven't slept a wink, have you? You look like you're about to keel over. Go take a nap in the back; there's a bed. I'll wake you when it's ready. We can't afford for you to pass out on the job. Poor Miss Han won't stand a chance if that happens."

Though he joked, the younger man sensed the concern behind his words. He nodded gratefully, "Thanks, hyung."

Once his head hit the pillow, he slipped into a deep sleep, just as Hongjoong had predicted. Since leaving you the previous night, his mind had been consumed with endless thoughts, meticulously crafting an elaborate plan to rescue you. He examined every detail, acutely aware that even the smallest mistake could jeopardise the entire operation. Failure was not an option, especially when it concerned you. He had made a promise to get you out, and he was resolute in keeping it. But for now, he would succumb to his exhaustion, if only for a brief respite.

I'll be there soon, Miss Han.

He awoke hours later, his sleep haunted by dreams of your frightened face pleading for him to save you. The dressmaker stood at the edge of the bed, gently shaking him awake, holding out the disguise, "How's this? Is it close enough to the real thing?"

With a groggy rub of his eyes, Wooyoung pulled himself up to sit. He blinked repeatedly to clear his vision, then turned his attention to the replica of the servant uniform laid out before him. As he examined it, his eyes widened at how closely it resembled the actual outfit.

"It's perfect, hyung," he declared, nodding in approval, "They'll never suspect a thing."

"This way, Mr. Jung. She's ready for you."

Today felt different from the first day. The emotions swirling inside you were no longer tinged with dread or overwhelming fear.

Instead, anticipation coursed through you as you sat straight on the king-sized bed in the same room. Biting your lip, you waited eagerly to see him again. Since he last bid you goodbye, your thoughts had been consumed by him. The sincerity in his eyes lingered in your mind, nearly bringing tears to your own. It was hard to believe that someone cared for you so deeply, especially considering your own father's indifference. Despite this, part of you still had doubts, wondering if you would ever see him again.

Yet, here he was, keeping his promise.

"Hi, Miss Han," he greeted, almost shyly, as he waved awkwardly by the entrance. After closing the door behind him, he made his way to the table in the centre of the room, setting down the duffel bag he'd been carrying on his shoulder.

You smiled meekly, approaching him, "Hello, Mr. Jung. It's good to see you again."

His smile faltered slightly at your words. He sensed the surprise in your tone as if you hadn't expected him to return, and it hurt him to think you might not trust him fully. With determination, he nodded and reassured you, "Of course, I promised to get you out of here. You'll be seeing a lot more of me from now on."

Your eyes widened in wonder as he unfurled his bag, revealing a set that looked like an exact replica of the uniform worn by the male servants in the Mansion of Midnight, "Woah, where did you get that?" you asked, curious and astonished.

With an enthusiastic beam, he replied, "It's all part of my job. I often need to wear disguises. With this, I'll be able to move around the establishment without any issues. Now, if you'll excuse me."

Blushing furiously, you turned away immediately as he hastily moved to undress and change into the servant outfit.

Your cheeks burned as you struggled to recover from catching a glimpse of his bare back. He seemed so calm, as if undressing was the most natural thing in the world. But for you, it was a different story. Being a virgin through and through, you hadn't been near any men other than your father all your life. Even then, he wasn't home most of the time.

To be in a room alone with a man like this, and for him to get changed so casually before you, was enough to fluster you. You had barely spoken to any boys up close before this, let alone in a situation like this. The unexpected moment left you feeling both intrigued and embarrassed, unsure of how to act or what to say next.

Before you could further overthink it, Wooyoung proudly announced, "Alright, I'm done!" Startled, you turned to see him looking just like one of the many servants in the brothel, though perhaps a bit too handsome to blend in seamlessly. Nonetheless, you hoped no one would pay too much attention to him.

Stuffing his own clothes back into the bag on the table, he assured you, "You stay here. I'll be back as soon as I can. Today, I'll work on figuring out the full layout of the entire place and create a detailed map before I start investigating their operations."

You nodded, feeling a mix of apprehension and gratitude, "Don't worry, I'll be right here. Be safe out there, Mr. Jung."

With a final smile directed at you, he sneaked out the same way he entered once he was sure the coast was clear, leaving you alone in the room, your thoughts swirling with anticipation and anxiety.

After the investigator departed, you sank back onto the bed, feeling a rush of embarrassment flood over you. You scolded yourself mentally for being such a child, recognising that now was not the time for such distractions. Contemplating the situation, you understood why he seemed so unaffected. His focus was solely on his mission, leaving little room for trivial concerns like your reaction.

Feeling foolish for allowing yourself to be so affected, you resolved to move past it. What truly mattered was for his plan to succeed, and for you to finally gain freedom from this place. And to do so, you braced yourself for more moments like that.

As hours passed with you sitting alone, worrying about whether or not his disguise remained undetected, you heard footsteps approaching from outside. Your heart leapt with hope, anticipating his return, only for it to plummet when you recognised the feminine silhouette through the paper walls.

It wasn't just any female; it was Iseul.

Oh god, what is she doing here?

Her intentions became clear as she called out to Wooyoung in a seductive tone, "Mr. Jung, are you truly enjoying yourself in there? Your silence speaks volumes. I had my doubts, and now they're confirmed. A man who is enjoying himself wouldn't be able to keep his voice down; I'd know that. I told you she wouldn't be able to satisfy you. It's not too late to change your mind, you know? I'll treat you much better, trust me."

In a panic, you decided to speak up, hoping to persuade her to leave you alone, "I-Iseul unnie, everything is fine! Please don't worry about Mr. Jung. I'm sure you have plenty of clients waiting for you."

She scoffed dismissively, "Oh, please, stay out of this, rookie. I wasn't speaking to you. You'd better keep quiet if you know what's good for you. I'll leave only when he tells me to. What say you, Mr. Jung?" Your anxiety escalated as you felt her suspicions intensify with each passing moment of the private investigator's silence. This could all end if she so much as pushed the door open. Who knew what consequences awaited you and Wooyoung if you were found out?

"Mr. Jung...? Why isn't he responding? What have you done to him, Han?! If he doesn't answer by the count of three, I'm coming in, do you understand?"

As Iseul's threat escalated, Wooyoung suddenly appeared through the room window right on time, catching you off guard. Aware of the risk of being seen in his disguise while with you, he swiftly shed the servant outfit, leaving himself shirtless.

With the door starting to creak open, panic surged within you. Acting on instinct, you quickly tugged open the outer layer of your hanbok and pulled Wooyoung onto the bed with you. Without a second thought, you pressed your lips firmly against his, the only action that seemed to make sense in the heat of the moment.

Almost spontaneously, he wrapped his arms around you, drawing you closer and kissing you back with fervour, doing everything in his power to make the act appear convincing to the senior courtesan.

"M-Mr. Jung...?" she croaked, her eyes widening in disbelief at the unexpectedly intimate sight before her.

Breaking away from the kiss, he turned to her with a feigned look of annoyance, protectively using his body to shield your partially undressed form, "Excuse me, but what exactly do you think you're doing in here? My silence should have been clear enough that I'm not interested in you or your services. What's so difficult to understand? Also, I'd show Miss Han more respect if I were you. If you don't leave us at once, I'll file a major complaint against you. I'm sure that wouldn't help your reputation now, would it?"

With clenched fists, Iseul stormed out of the room, her pride wounded beyond repair, "I'll get you back for this. Just you wait, Han."

Once she was gone, the two of you jumped apart, red-faced as you scrambled to put your clothes back on. Clearing your throats, you tried to push aside the awkwardness and ignore the rapid beating of your hearts. The investigator reached into his bag, retrieving a fresh parchment. He distracted himself by immediately sketching the layout of the place while it was still fresh in his mind.

Throughout the evening, he remained focused on refining the map, and you stayed close, ensuring he had everything he needed: snacks, tea, a blanket in case it got chilly—anything to make yourself useful and assist him in his task. At the same time, you both fought to recover from the fact that you'd just shared your first kiss with one another so aggressively, constantly reminding yourselves that it was all for the mission to get you out and held no deeper significance.

As you escorted the investigator to the door at the end of his session, you pondered addressing the obvious elephant in the room. It became apparent that you both felt equally bothered by it when you simultaneously began to apologise.

"Look, I'm sorry for kissing you—"

"I apologise for touching you like that—"

You blinked rapidly, clearing your throat and rubbing the back of your neck sheepishly, "I suppose there might be more of that in the future if we want to succeed. Perhaps it would be wise for us to establish now that any intimate encounters we have from this point onward will be solely for the sake of the mission and nothing more."

But what if I want more than that?

Despite conflicting thoughts, Wooyoung smiled and nodded in agreement, reminding himself that exploring his attraction to you was not the priority at the moment.

The following week, the investigator faithfully honoured his daily promise, buying up all your time and effectively warding off any other potential clients. By this point, everyone in the brothel recognised you as Mr. Jung's girl. The other girls looked on with envy, marvelling at your ability to captivate the attention of such a young, handsome patron. His generosity and apparent protectiveness, as evidenced by his exclusive attention to you, sparked admiration and jealousy among them. It was as if he feared anyone else laying claim to you.

As the days went by, you grew closer, bonding over your shared time together. You developed an admiration for his profession, understanding the meticulous planning and inherent risks involved in his work. Witnessing his passion for what he did stirred emotions within you, though you struggled to define them. Was it gratitude, the joy of friendship, or something more?

Yet, amid the newfound closeness, a nagging uncertainty lingered in the back of your mind. What would happen to your relationship once he succeeded in freeing you? Would you still remain friends, or would circumstances pull you apart? The mere thought of never seeing him again left you with a pang of sadness, leaving you to ponder the depths of your feelings and the unknown future ahead.

You were startled from your thoughts as Wooyoung once again slipped in through the room window, following his routine from the past week. This time, however, he finally met your gaze with hopeful eyes. Changing out of his servant's disguise and settling back at the table, he began, "Good news, Miss Han. After digging through shady operations for so long, I finally unearthed something big. This wouldn't just be enough to secure your freedom but could also lead to the Mansion of Midnight's downfall."

"Really? What is it?" you asked, eyes wide.

He nodded, gesturing to the chair beside him, "You might want to take a seat first."

Just when you believed you had reached the limit of your trauma, another wave crashed over you. Through him, you learned the extent of the horrors perpetrated by the establishment. He cleared his throat, "I was right. Their operations are nowhere near clean. Other than forced prostitution, they're also exploiting minors, conducting illegal side businesses involving drugging clients to prolong their stay and coercing victims into settling debts, even if it meant sacrificing their own daughters... just like you."

"How despicable..." you murmured, sinking back in your seat as the weight of the revelation settled over you.

Wooyoung reached out, gently clasping your hand on the table, "It'll be alright. I promise I'll put an end to this once and for all."

Concern etched your features as you covered his hand with yours, "But Mr. Jung, what if the authorities are on their side? They must have some powerful allies to operate for so long. What if things don't go as planned? It's too risky. What if they retaliate when they find out you've uncovered so much? Who knows what they'll do to you?"

His grin widened as he rubbed a comforting thumb over your skin, "Are you concerned about me now, my lady?"

You frowned, gripping his hand tighter, "You know better than to call me that, I'm no lady."

At some point, you had grown accustomed to his mildly annoying antics as a result of the time spent together. He eventually felt comfortable enough to reveal his true self, showcasing a playful side that oddly made your heart flutter around him even more. Amidst the constant anxiety of your situation, his optimism provided a refreshing contrast. Slowly, he had become your source of solace, the only one you could rely on in this turbulent environment.

Leaning closer teasingly, he smirked, "You are to me, and that's all that matters. But that's beside the point. It's good to know you finally care enough to worry about me too."

Pushing him away gently, you clucked your tongue, "And what if I am? You... you're all I have, Jung Wooyoung," you admitted, feeling a surge of emotion as you contemplated the potential consequences of his plan failing.

Sensing you were on the verge of tears, he turned to face you properly, his heart skipping a beat at the softness in your voice when you said his name. But he didn't let it show; if you only knew what your words had done to him and his poor heart. A selfish part of him wished to be that for you forever. To be the only one you'd depend on, the only one you'd go to when you needed a shoulder to cry on, the only one you'd share all your sorrows and happiness with.

Gently grasping your shoulders, he turned you to face him, "Hey, hey, look at me. You may be right. They might have some corrupt official backing them. But don't forget who I have on my side. I have General Park, His Majesty's most trusted warrior. Who do you think holds more power here, hm?"

He couldn't help but feel a warmth spreading through him as he watched the adorable expression on your face, seeing the realisation dawn upon you as you absorbed his words. It was clear that you had momentarily forgotten about the powerful allies he possessed. This newfound confidence filled you with hope, making the idea of escaping from this place seem less like an impossible dream.

"Tomorrow is the day we're freeing you and bringing this place down. Are you ready to get out of here, my lady?" he asked, his voice filled with determination.

Returning his smile, you nodded eagerly, "I sure am, Mr. Jung."

But when tomorrow finally arrived, all your hopes and dreams came crashing down as you received the news that your usual appointment with Wooyoung had been replaced. Instead, your time had been reserved by one of the scariest clients known for his brutal force. This client, known as the Mad Dog, was infamous for leaving courtesans bruised, scarred, and unable to walk for days.

Should've known it was all going too well.

The brothel madam looked down at you with feigned pity as you trembled in fear. The staff busied themselves, fixing your hair and makeup, preparing you in an even more revealing hanbok than the usual ones you wore when meeting with the investigator.

"I'm sorry, my dear," the madam cooed rather sarcastically, "I'm not sure how the Mad Dog found out about you, especially considering how new you are. But you know what he's like; he always gets what he wants. He offered to pay twice the normal price, and who are we to say no to him? Just endure this for today. I'm sure sweet Mr. Jung will be gentle with you later on."

Without offering her a response, you fought to contain the panicked tears threatening to spill as the madam left after ensuring you stayed put. Just as the staff completed the final touches on your appearance, a smug figure materialised at the room's entrance. Looking up, you saw Iseul standing there, a smirk playing on her lips as she observed your distress.

"Congratulations, rookie," she sneered, "It's quite an accomplishment to catch the Mad Dog's eye. You've been doing so well lately, securing such a loyal client early in your career. I had to put in a good word for you." Your eyes widened in horror as you realised she had been the one to orchestrate this.

"You're welcome, Miss Han. Enjoy yourself tonight. I promise I'll take good care of Mr. Jung for you in the meantime," she added with a grin, biting her lip before slipping out the way she came.

No, please. This cannot be happening.

Seated once more on the edge of the familiar bed, tonight was different. Emotions flooded through you—fear so intense it threatened to overwhelm, and a desperate urge to jump off the building. The open window seemed to beckon, tempting you with its freedom to the afterlife. Yet, a part of you held out hope for a miracle, yearning for Wooyoung to appear through that very window and rescue you from this nightmare.

Just as you contemplated reaching for the window, your heart seized at the sound of heavy footsteps—unlike the investigator's usual light tread—approaching the room. Paralysed with fear, you could only sit and watch as the intimidating man strode in. Closing the door firmly behind him, he nodded approvingly, "I suppose I can see the appeal. You're quite the beauty, aren't you?"

His nickname, "Mad Dog," seemed fitting as you observed his nearly crazed eyes. A shiver ran down your spine as he scanned you from head to toe, making you feel exposed and violated just by his gaze alone. With his middle-aged appearance and burly build, coupled with a receding hairline and furrowed brow, he resembled a creature straight out of your worst nightmares. The mere thought of him near you turned your stomach. How could anyone possibly willingly allow him to touch them?

With a sleazy lick of his lips, he wasted no time closing the distance between you. Panic surged through you as you realised you couldn't do this. Your eyes darted to the exit, and you made a desperate dash for it, but he was faster. He let out a guttural laugh as he ensnared you in his beefy arms, "No, let me go! I refuse!" you screamed, struggling against his grasp.

"I don't think that's up to you, doll. I've paid a hefty amount for you, this better be worth it," he growled, throwing you onto the bed and tearing open the outer layer of your hanbok as if it were paper. Tears streamed down your face as you cried, "Stay away from me!" You scrambled backwards, trying to put some distance between you, only to find yourself cornered against the headboard.

"Help! Somebody, please, help me!"

"Shout all you want, sweetheart. No one's coming to save you."

Wooyoung's blood boiled as he absorbed the brothel madam's words, "What do you mean she's with another client? I've had her reserved all week. Is this how you conduct business? It seems you're not honouring my requests very well."

She let out a teasing laugh, playfully slapping him on the arm with her decorative fan, "Oh, Mr. Jung, don't be so upset. She's not with just any ordinary client; it's a valued patron we can't afford to turn away. He's paid double your usual rate. You'll have her all to yourself again by tomorrow. In the meantime, we've selected our finest girls to compensate for today. Take your pick. And just for you, we'll even offer a discount," she said, gesturing to the lineup of courtesans batting their eyelashes seductively at him.

Ignoring the courtesans, he pressed further, "And who is this client you're speaking of? I can pay triple the amount if that's what it takes for me to have Miss Han."

The other girls exchanged jealous huffs, wondering what made you so special for the investigator to be this possessive. Iseul's grin widened as she intervened, "It's the infamous Mad Dog, Mr. Jung. I'm sure you've heard of him. Unfortunately, money won't sway his desires. He's not someone we can afford to offend. Now, how about I show you a good time today? Who knows, you might find yourself forgetting all about her after this."

His heart lurched in his chest at the revelation. After meticulously gathering information about the big clients in the Mansion of Midnight, he knew the Mad Dog was the most notorious of them all. The mere thought of that abomination laying his rough hands on you filled him with a murderous rage like never before. He had promised to keep you safe and could not allow this to happen to you.

He would never forgive himself.

With only you in mind, nothing else mattered as he pushed the brothel madam aside and stormed up the stairs to your usual room, "No, wait! Mr. Jung! You cannot do this!" they called out to him, trying to stop him, but he shoved anyone in his way aside.

His blood ran cold when he heard your familiar voice crying miserably for help. Kicking the door open, he saw red and nearly went feral at the sight before him: your outer layer of hanbok torn to shreds, the skirt of your inner layer pushed up to your thighs, and the man's head buried in your neck, seemingly trying to leave his mark, trapping your arms above your head as you struggled helplessly against him.

"Get your filthy hands off her, you bastard!" Wooyoung growled, his fury fueling a surge of strength as he pulled the Mad Dog off your delicate frame, landing a punch on his cheek hard enough to send him crashing to the ground with a groan.

As he watched you immediately curl up, shaking like a leaf, his heart broke. Hastily, he draped a blanket over you, shielding you from further exposure. Meeting your tear-filled gaze, you pleaded pitifully, "Please, take me away from here."

Pressing a kiss onto your forehead, he locked eyes with you, "I promise I will. I'm here now, you're safe with me."

Relief flooded through you as his presence reassured you that he wasn't just a figment of your imagination. For a moment, you had feared he wouldn't arrive in time to save you. You knew he would come, but the thought of him being a moment too late haunted you. If he had been, you feared losing the last shred of your innocence, making you forever tainted and unworthy in his eyes. It was then that you realised your feelings for him were undeniable. It was so much more than just gratitude or the joy of friendship.

You wanted more than to be a charity case.

You wanted him.

Wanted to be with Jung Wooyoung.

"You'll regret that, boy. Do you even know who you're dealing with? You're that loyal little customer of hers, aren't you?" the monster threatened as he struggled to push himself off the ground.

The investigator held you close as you whimpered, trying to comfort you while glaring at the Mad Dog, "I am, and you'll regret messing with my woman," he asserted. Clinging to him, your heart pounded in your chest for different reasons: for his words, desperately hoping he meant them, and for fear of his safety from the man's potential wrath.

"Stop this at once, Mr. Jung! If you persist, we'll have no option but to blacklist you from our establishment," the brothel madam warned, her eyes widening in disbelief at the scene before her.

Wooyoung's smirk widened, "I'd like to see you try. I didn't want to do this the hard way, but you've given me no choice."

The Mad Dog chuckled, "And what exactly do you plan to do, kid?"

"You'll find out." With a sharp whistle aimed out the open window, a group of what appeared to be royal guards swiftly entered through the main entrance, causing everyone to freeze as they tried to comprehend the sudden turn of events.

"Is this the woman you mentioned, Investigator Jung?" the head guard inquired, pointing to the brothel madam.

"Yes, that's her," Wooyoung confirmed.

The woman froze in panic, "Wh-what is the meaning of this?"

"You, as the owner of the Mansion of Midnight, are under arrest for forced prostitution, exploiting minors, drugging patrons, and coercing victims into settling debts through illegal means," the head guard stated monotonously.

She resisted as the guards secured her arms in a tight grip, preventing her from escaping, "No, that's not true! There is an official who can vouch for the legitimacy of my business."

"If you're referring to the local magistrate who took your bribes and covered up your illegal activities, I regret to inform you that he's already in custody, awaiting trial. He didn't protect you during his interrogation," the head guard responded before instructing his comrades, "Guards, search the premises and arrest all accomplices."

"Yes, sir!" came the unified reply.

She sagged hopelessly in the grasp of the guards behind her as the rest dispersed to halt all operations and apprehend the other culprits, "H-how...?" she stammered.

Wooyoung fixed her with a stern gaze, "It appears you've truly forgotten what I do for a living and the powerful allies I have. Perhaps you should have thought twice before accepting me as a client. That was the first misstep leading to your downfall."

As the guards dragged the brothel madam out, leaving the Mad Dog panicking in his spot, he realised he had underestimated the young man before him. He hadn't known this was the famous Investigator Jung all along. Suddenly, he regretted the threats and taunts he had hurled just moments ago.

He wasn't the only one in a state of anxiety; Iseul stood wide-eyed, shaking, and attempting to sneak away unnoticed. However, the investigator's keen eye caught her every move. With a nod in their direction, a few guards swiftly stepped forward to capture them before they could flee.

"This one's guilty of sexual assault and violence against countless women, and this one has encouraged his actions," Wooyoung declared firmly, "Perhaps they could both use a good lesson in the torture chambers. I'm sure General Park would approve."

Both Iseul and the Mad Dog pleaded for forgiveness as they were dragged out of the room, their cries fading into the distance.

Thank god, it's finally over...

Overwhelmed by the torrent of emotions you just experienced, the sudden relief was enough to render you unconscious, lying limp in Wooyoung's arms. With an exhausted sigh, he cradled your head against his neck, planting a gentle kiss on your temple and whispering, "Rest now, my lady. I won't let anyone harm you again."

As you regained consciousness, you blinked and rubbed your eyes until the unfamiliar surroundings came into focus. Panic surged through you as you shot up from the bed, causing the comforter around you to slip down and reveal the high-quality sleepwear you were dressed in. In an instant, someone entered the room from the doorway. Pulling the comforter up to your chest as a shield, you cowered in fear, "Wh-where am I and who are you?" you stammered.

The elderly woman smiled warmly down at you, "Hello, Miss Han. I hope you've had a good rest. My name is Eunsook, and I'm the head maid of General Park's estate."

Your jaw dropped as you tried to process her words, "G-General Park...? As in the strongest general in all of Joseon, the King's most trusted warrior?"

The head maid chuckled and nodded, "Yes, the one and only."

"Was it Mr. Jung who brought me here?" you croaked, to which she replied, "Indeed, Investigator Jung brought you here as soon as the situation at the Mansion of Midnight had been taken care of. Would you like to see him, my dear?"

"I... I'm sure he has more important matters to attend to than to see me. He promised to free me, and he's done that... There's no more reason for him to see me," you murmured, lowering your head. As much as you longed for him, you knew better. You didn't deserve him. Even though you were now free, you still came from a humble background and had nothing to offer him.

Your head snapped up when you heard the familiar sound of tongue clucking, and you were surprised to see Wooyoung there, shaking his head disapprovingly. It turns out he had been hiding by the entrance the whole time. However, the cheeky grin on his lips betrayed his feigned disappointment. It was clear he didn't have the heart to actually lecture you; he was prepared for this. Somehow, he knew your lack of confidence would potentially get in the way of you expressing your true feelings.

"Really? After everything I've done for you, you don't think there's a reason for us to see each other anymore?" he said teasingly, "So you have no plans to repay me, hm?"

Eunsook couldn't help but giggle into her fist at your flustered expression, clearly caught off guard by the investigator's sudden appearance. The elderly woman bowed slightly, "I should probably go check on Lady Park. I'll be leaving you two alone to talk."

With a grateful nod in her direction, he approached you and settled onto the bed, facing you directly, "Tell me, do you truly believe there's no need to repay me for all the effort I invested in rescuing you?"

Avoiding his piercing gaze, you gulped, "So, what is it that you want then? As I've said, I don't have much to offer other than—"

He gently reached for your hand resting on your lap, interrupting your words. His touch was reassuring as he stroked the back of your palm as if it were second nature, "It would be great if you could start by allowing me to court you, my lady."

You gasped, meeting his eyes immediately, "What? You cannot possibly mean that, you deserve someone so much better—"

Shaking his head, he squeezed your hand gently, "That's not what I want to hear. I want to know what you want, my lady. Do you want to be with me? If not, I can leave you be, if that's what you truly wish. Your happiness is all that matters to me."

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you didn't realise tears were streaming down your cheeks until he lifted a hand to wipe them, "Tell me... what is it that you want?"

Emotions swirled within you as you felt your heart fluttering at his caring and respectful demeanour. His considerate words and actions were something you had never experienced in your life. The affection you felt for him in that moment threatened to burst from your chest.

The soft and sincere look in his eyes only deepened your emotions, causing tears to flow harder. Summoning all your courage, you dared to squeeze his hand back. What kind of fool would you be to push him away now? You couldn't bear to let him down, nor were you selfless enough to let him go.

Drawing closer to him, you chose to let your actions speak and pressed your lips softly against his, warmth enveloping your body as you felt him kissing you back with equal tenderness. He cupped your wet cheek gently, his touch offering a sense of comfort and security.

Pulling back slowly, you whispered against his lips, "You... I want you, Jung Wooyoung."

"Then it's me you shall have."

And that marked the first day of him courting you. As days turned into weeks, you settled into a new routine at the general's estate. Lady Park's kindness knew no bounds, and she graciously allowed you to stay there, knowing you had nowhere else to turn. Certainly not to that decrepit place with your despicable father.

Amidst this new life, you found solace in the companionship of the mistress. She taught you the art of embroidery, a skill that not only passed the time but also allowed you to contribute in some small way to the household. When you weren't with her, you spent your time with the investigator as you got to know each other better.

Then came the news—the Mansion of Midnight had been officially shut down. It was a relief to hear that justice had been served, and the perpetrators were facing the consequences of their actions. The girls who had been trapped there were finally free, receiving the care and support they deserved from the government.

Life seemed to be looking up in every way, but there was one thing that weighed heavily on your mind—Wooyoung's plans to introduce you to his parents.

"You worry too much, they're going to love you," were the last words from Lady Park and Eunsook before sending you off. The journey to his family estate passed in a blur, and before you knew it, you found yourself seated in the living hall of the estate. It was smaller than the general's, given that they were an average family.

Wooyoung reached for your hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss on your knuckles, "Relax, love. Everything will be okay," he reassured you. But despite the assurances from everyone, a part of you still feared how his family would perceive you.

As his parents finally greeted you, your heart raced with nervous anticipation. Throughout the meeting, it was evident that you were finding it difficult to be yourself, tiptoeing around cautiously despite the elderly couple's friendly demeanour. Deep down, you imagined all sorts of possibilities, fearing their kindness might be a facade meant to separate you both once you left.

Sensing your nerves and doubts, his mother gently set down her teacup and offered you a warm and motherly smile, "Miss Han, I hope my son hasn't been bothering you too much with his antics. I know he can be a handful, but we can see he's serious about you. When the time comes for him to propose, I hope you'll consider giving him a chance." His father chuckled and nodded in agreement as you stared at them in shock.

Reaching out to pat your hand, she continued, "We understand your concerns, but we want you to know that your past doesn't matter to us. Our priority is our son's happiness, and if that means being with you, then we're more than happy with it."

The remainder of the day unfolded smoothly as you dined with Wooyoung's parents before he escorted you back to the general's estate that evening. Lingering by the entrance, he seemed reluctant to part ways just yet. Your intertwined hands swung back and forth as he playfully wiggled his eyebrows at you, "I told you everything would be fine, didn't I? Would it hurt to believe me?"

You scoffed, rolling your eyes, "How can I when all you do is trick me over and over for fun? Do you even love me?"

Feigning offence, he dramatically gasped, placing a hand over his heart, "Excuse me, I'll have you know that while I may joke about many things, my love for you is genuine."

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he embraced you, pulling you close, "Stop teasing and say it back already," he urged.

Just as you were on the verge of relenting, a loud clearing of the throat startled you both. Seonghwa stood by the gates, arms crossed over his chest, looking unamused, "Must you two do this right in front of my house?"

His cool demeanour vanished as soon as his wife appeared beside him, giving him a playful smack on the back of his head, "Leave them alone, you idiot!" she chided, before dragging him back into the estate, calling out, "Please continue!"

Laughter filled the air between you as you watched the couple go. After the moment passed, Wooyoung bit his lip, "There's a festival in town tomorrow, and I know you've been eager to go. Shall I pick you up at the same time tomorrow?"

Nodding shyly, you replied, "Yes, same time. I'll see you, Woo."

"See you, love." With a final peck on your lips, he pulled away. Before his hand could fully slip away, you held on, "Wait, I love you too."

With a cheeky grin, he teased, "I know."

"Ugh, you ruined the moment," you said with a playful sigh. Turning to leave, you couldn't help but smile as he whined behind you. Laughing, you added, "Go home, Woo. Don't be late tomorrow." He may be a fool, but he's the fool who saved your life. He's your fool, and you couldn't wait to have more moments like this with him.

Y'all, I'm sorry if this seemed rushed or anything. I sincerely hope this meets expectations! It's not easy trying to fit everything in a two-shot, but I really didn't want to drag it any longer than it has to be because I'm aware I have 6 more spinoffs to complete HAHA

As always, thank you for reading and let me know your thoughts! <3

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lostinlovingrevery · 3 months ago

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Hiiii! I'm sorry to hear about your PMS :( If it's not too much trouble I had this idea:

Logan finds a lost dog/cat that won't leave him alone, finally Logan gives in and feeds them/takes them in. Reader (the owner of said pet) is desperate looking for them, maybe yelling their name in the street, or putting posters everywhere, and when Logan finds out and heads to return the pet they meet and it's love at first sight :3

OR!

Logan and reader are already together and their pet gets lost. Reader is heartbroken and Logan comforts them, and then drive around all night, using his sense of smell to track the pet down and bring it home

(I recently got a puppy and she's already my whole word, I'm in love! So now everything I see/think about is puppy related)

HIIII, and thank you <3, it really do suck! To top it off, I have PCOS, so my hormones would go from nearly non existent to sky-high. it can be rough, but that's another story I'll tell one day (I may even make a fic about it!)

Congrats on your new puppy!!! What breed? and her name??? I have my Zuzu and we got her as a puppy 2- almost 3 years ago and she's my baby girl so I completely get it!!

This was picky in which option to choose, because they're both SO cute. I went with option 1 for now so I love me a good meetcute, but I may write option 2 one day :) apparently Im on a worst Logan roll rn but that's okay bc he needs the love <3 I named the dog after my cat in this too lol

Missing

Worst! Wolverine X Reader

A handsome stranger brings back your beloved friend

Warnings: Missing pet, distraught reader, love at first sight type of meetings, fluff, your dog is your wingman <3

"C'mon bub, go back home."

Logan glanced down at the small creature that has been following him for almost block. He had reached the apartment building, about to walk inside- but the cute little 4 legged furry friend stood at his side and waited for him to open the door.

He was not going to allow the cuteness of the dog break him. The pup looked up at him with a small pant, and big eyes, with a little wag of it's tail.

Logan stared down at it, and it let out a little whimper. He sighs,

"Fine. Just for the night." He mumbles, pulling the door open and allowing the dog to trot inside, where they look back at him expectantly and waited.

Althea and Wade weren't home fortunately, as he didn't feel like listening to either of them. Mary Puppins doesn't seem to be aware of what was happening 99.8% of the time, so there was no issue there either.

He gave the pup a dog treat, and offered some of Mary Puppins kibble and water, before trying to figure out where- or who, the animal belonged too. Discovering they knew tricks, had a very clean coat, and trimmed nails. Very well taken care of.

"You obviously belong to somebody don't ya?" He hums, scratching their chest. "Did ya sneak out, lil scamp?"

The wag of their tail told him everything.

"Mmph." He chuckled, now fully petting with both hands. "You are cute...Lets go see if we can find your folks."

Grabbing Mary Puppins leash and leashing the dog, to ensure the puppy won't run away and put itself into danger, they both left the apartment and began walking the streets as he searched for signs of a distressed owner, also watching the dogs body language for signs of familiarity.

"Poppy!"

Both Logan and the dogs ears lifted their head at the sound of your voice. He looked around, spotting you across the street- your face in distress as you held a bundle of papers to your chest. You were stopping random people on the street, showing them the paper and asking if they seen a loose dog.

Damn, aren't you pretty?

Logan looked down at the escapee, who was now patting their feet excitedly on the concrete as it watched you, looking up at him.

"That your owner Lassie?" He quirked a brow. He assumed yes, from the way it's tail wagged happily, as he moved to cross the street to meet with you. "Miss?" He calls out, and you turned around at the sound of his voice.

If you were a cartoon character, your jaw would've dropped to the floor at the sight of this handsome specimen who had your precious Poppy in hand. You did however, drop the nearly hundred copies of missing dog posters you made once Poppy had decided to break free from her leash this morning, and you couldn't catch or find her anywhere.

"Poppy!" You beamed, kneeling down with open arms as she breaks free from the stranger and ran up to you. You shed a few tears, that she quickly licked up as you hugged her, pressing kisses all over her sweet face. "Don't do that again! You hear me?!"

You looked up at the stranger, who had a faint smile. Grabbing a hold of the leash that was around Poppy to ensure she didn't escape again, you stood up, "Hi." You say.

"Hey." He nods.

"Thank you- For finding her!"

"More like she found me." He let out a soft chuckle. "Followed me from my workplace for almost a block."

You looked at Poppy, raising a brow at her, and secretly wondering if it was some sort of coincidence that she has now met you up with this strangers who's hazel-colored eyes are making you weak in the knees every time you look into them.

You smiled, "She took off from me at the park. Chasing a squirrel or something I don't even know. I couldn't find her anywhere, I was so worried. Thank you, thank you!" You reached out, placing a hand on his chest, attempting to be genuine as possible.

"It's nothing, sweetheart." He smiles. It sent a heat blooming in your cheeks at the use of a pet name and you ducked your head to hide your goofy smile, and removed your hand from him.

"Still I'd like to...Show my appreciation." You say, "Could I buy you some dinner? After I drop Poppy off at home first of course..."

He looked like a deer in headlights when you made the offer, which you regretted, until he smiled, a small sparkle in his eyes you didn't miss.

"Sure." He says. "Sounds nice."

You beamed at him, relief- and excitement filling you as you both began to walk together. It occurred to you that you just asked his guy out and didn't even know his name yet. Still, there was a strange familiarity between you both, like you've always known each other. "So what's your name?"

"Its Logan. Yours?"

#logan howlett #wolverine #logan howlett x reader #logan howlett x you #logan howlett fanfiction #wolverine x reader #vans daydreams #logan howlett fic #van blurbs

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tillichan · 23 days ago

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‧₊˚✧ Your life in Wind Breaker for @hidden-oracle ✧˚₊‧

Your family moved to Makochi when you were a kid. They got an offer of work as an elementary school teachers. Knowing the reputation of this town, your parents at first refused. But when they asked you if you'd like to move to Makochi, you agreed without hesitation. You liked a big new house your parents showed you, not to mention that you sincerely loved your family, the idea of going to the school with your parents sounded amazing. And so, despite all doubts, the choice was made, you with your family moved into a big beautiful house in Makochi.

Your parents were worried about you, what if you'll never be able to make friends in this town filled with delinquents but as it turned out there was nothing to worry about. So called delinquents were actually the sweethearts, you got along with your neighbor, Hiragi Toma, really well, he became someone you can call an older brother, he protected you from bullies and introduced you to his friends. Unfortunately some of them had painful past, some of them were bullied, some of them had a family drama, but to your kind parents they all were like their own children. They sincerely took care of your friends and weren't afraid to stand up for them, earning respect from others.

And you... You were a ray of shine to your friends, their hope, their precious family and friend, some of them were in love with you since childhood. And their feelings continues to this day.

Nowadays you are a high school student. It's sad that you can't go to the same school with your friends anymore, but you meet with them often after classes or on weekends. They love you and your parents very much, so your home turned into a secret base for Furin students. You always there to heal their wounds, both emotional and physical, treat them with delicious food and drinks and help them with anything. Ah, how lucky they are to have you by their side!

Skills

▣ Comforting: as mention before, you are a very special girl to Furin High students. They comes to you whenever they feel down, and you always listen to them, give them a good advice, take care of their wounds and surprise them with some delicious snacks and homemade drinks like smoothies, latte or milkshakes. The way you memorize everything about them, even if they only briefly mentioned it, and give them a second chance if they did something wrong made them feel so appreciated, so loved. This is what they lack, and that's why they treasure you so much.

▣ Good Intuition: whenever Furin students need to make an important decision, you are the first person they seek advice from. Your intuition is something else, sometimes they think that you can predict the future, because you are rarely wrong. Especially when it comes to the fights, with Noroshi for example.

Romantic Matchup: Kaji Ren

♡ Your acquaintance with Ren happened because of Hiragi. One day Toma brought him to your home, right after their first meeting. Even though Ren was only a stranger to you, you welcomed him with open arms and treated all his wounds. Fortunately he was only slightly wounded, and that just because Toma knocked him out to calm down. The way you were so kind with him surprised Ren. To be honest, he was just like a stray cat who doesn't let anyone close at first, he tried to run away and told that he doesn't need your help. However, your patience and a few words from Toma did their job, so Ren ended up eating peaches in your living room. He felt a little uncomfortable, an unfamiliar warmth spread through his heart. This was a first time someone accepted him, nobody has ever treated him with such kindness. But he also was sure that it won't be long, if he shows you his ugly side, you'd turn against him. And Ren, he wouldn't blame you, because he was just a beast. Oh, how wrong he was!

♡ Toma, you and your family were very warm to Ren. And he couldn't help but grew addicted to the warmth of your presence. He started spending time at your home, hanging out with you and your friends all day long. Not to mention, that you two attended the same school. The way you were so honest and kind, the way you accepted him even when you found out about his beast side, the way you always put his needs in front of yours, your genuine concern for him, all this led to Ren started developing feelings for you.

♡ His thoughts were messed up, Ren was so denial, so afraid of loosing you. He knew that you deserve someone better than him. Someone who is not a monster, someone who isn't as troublesome as he is, someone... who is not Ren. He was determined to be your friend and pine after you from afar until his dying day. But sometimes, just sometimes, Ren allowed himself to dream of the future that never comes. The future where he holds your hand while he walks you home. Maybe in this future Ren is just an ordinary high school student, who doesn't spend all day, every day beating people up. Maybe in this future you like him back. Oh, thinking about it only made Ren crazy.

♡ But time passed and Ren gained confidence. He's got a great bunch of friends that encouraged him everyday. Lollipops and headphones have made him a human, even if just half-assed, but still human. And there was a little hope, that maybe, just maybe, one day the future that Ren could only dream of will come.

♡ Ren confessed you unexpectedly even for himself. This did not happen without the help of Kusumi and Enomoto who were well aware of Ren's feelings for you and even that you liked him back. So they asked you two to hang out together at your home and, making sure that Ren was already there, texted that unfortunately they can't come. Even though you and Ren were a good friends, the two of you never really hang out alone. Hiragi and his friends, Enomoto and Kusumi, your parents, Furin students, there was always someone. And Ren couldn't help but started getting nervous, left alone with you.

"Do you want to listen to music?" Ren asked awkwardly and put on his headphones to your ears after a nod from you. The music began to play and your eyes widened because it was it was one of your favorite song, not one of the songs Hiragi recommended Ren. This was followed by another. And more importantly, all these songs were about love.

You turned to Ren who fidgeted with candy wrapper. Despite his calm expression, the tips of his ears turned red.

"Your taste in music has changed a bit", you noticed and pulled the headphones off.

"It's because of you", Ren faintly whispered under his breath. His eye was fixed on a candy wrapper. Ren paused and began to color up with nerves. "Because... I like you. More than a friend".

Ren turned to face you and looked at you, he wanted to tell you that it's ok if you don't like him back, that he just wanted to let you know, that he won't bother you anymore, but the words were stuck in his throat. Why?

Why, why... it's clear why. Because you interrupted him, saying "I like you too".

♡ You and Ren are so adorable. All your friends ship you two so much! Ren swore himself to protect you and make you happy. He would do anything for you. Ren doesn't like studying, but he asks his friends to help him, because he wants to secure a stable future for you. Ren used to not memorize the songs titles, he just listened to the songs Hiragi likes, but now all the songs, all the titles are associated with you. This song is the one he listened to when you two went on a first date, this one when he confessed, and this one describes his feelings for you so well. And of course Ren is more than happy to listen to any song you like even if it's something silly. Ren is hopeless simp when it comes to you.

♡ Ren likes spending time with you in a comfortable silence. The way you always ask him for a cuddles, so cute and politely, never failed to make Ren turn into a blushing mess. He doesn't need the lollipops and headphones when you're around. Your presence alone is enough to calm Ren down. He is awkward, he doesn't know how to express his love properly, but he does his best. Ren is not good with words, but the way he protects you, the way he holds your hand so gently as if you're the most important treasure, all this leaves no doubt that Kaji Ren is hopelessly in love with you.

♡ Staying home in a comfortable silence is not only way you and Ren spend time together. Amusement parks, arcades, cat cafes, you name it. Ren is more than happy to accompany you. He also supports all your hobbies and comes to all your performances. Since the both of you dye the hair, you two can help each other with it.

Ship Tropes

♡ considers himself a monster (him) x here to comfort (you) ♡ cutie (you) x protector (him) ♡ calm (you) x short tempered (him)

Relationships

Hiragi Toma is your older brother figure. The two of you met for the first time when you just moved to Makochi, because his family lived right next door. And from then on, you and Toma were inseparable. He loved your calm and mature personality, he found the comfort in your presence. Especially the days when he suffers from stomach ache due to stress that is caused by Umemiya's antics. Toma protected you from the all bullies and delinquents, introduced you to his friends, together you and Toma helped many people. The two of you spend time together hanging out at your or his home. He teaches you to play guitar and likes to watch you dance, just like a proud father. When Toma found out that you and Ren started dating, he wasn't surprised, he knew that the two of you spent forever pining for each other. So Toma was just happy for you two. He thinks that you and Ren can bring out the best in each other and supports your relationship more than anyone else.

Sako Kota has a crush on you, this tiny puppy crush on a pretty girl who always took care of him. You were so kind, but strong and determined. Kota has always admired you and this admiration developed into love. But he was so weak and miserable, he was sure that he had no chance. So Kota decided to become strong and cool and then confess you one day. The two of you were introduced to each other by Toma and became a good friends. It took some time though, because you and Kota were not very talkative, not to mention that he was too shy to even talk to you. But Toma helped you two to get closer. However Kota disappeared after middle school graduation and joined Shishitoren. You met him months later, at the party of Furin. Kota was very upset when he found out that you and Ren got together, because it meant that he lost the chance to win you over. But Kota can't help but also feels happiness that his friends are so in love with each other. He wishes that one day his crush on you will pass.

Suo Hayato is a good friend of yours. You are so different form his classmates, your empathetic nature attracts him. The two of you met when Hayato patrolled the streets with Hiragi and his classmates and you helped your mother with the groceries. Of course, Furin students walked you two home and helped to carry your bags. In gratitude, your mother invited them to stay and eat. So you met Furin first years and made friends with Suo. The both of you are calm and empathetic, Hayato is always there if you need some help and comfort. Knowing that you have some anxiety problems, Hayato makes sure that you always feel safe and happy. He likes that you are so honest with others and with yourself too, that you take care of people around you. You and Hayato share some likes and hobbies, like myths and books reading. He is more than happy to discuss a new book or fantastic creatures with you and teases you if you find non-cute creature cute. But only in a loving way, because he likes you very much.

Kusumi Yuto and Enomoto Takeshi are your friends and wingman. They did their best to get you and Ren together and they have succeeded. You met them because of Ren, because they were his new friends. Ren introduced you to them because he wanted his precious friends and the girl he likes to get along well. Yuto and Takeshi were hoked by you, much to the delight of Ren. The four of you, you, Ren, Kusumi and Enomoto, spend a lot of time together. Knowing that you like cute and fluffy things, Yuto introduced you to his beloved dog. And Takeshi finds a lot of comfort in your presence because sometimes he needs it. The both of them support your relationship with Ren and you two very much. They are always there if you need their help or someone to talk to.

#wind breaker matchup #wind breaker headcanons #wind breaker x reader #nii satoru #kaji ren x reader #kaji ren headcanons #ori♡

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mk-wizard · 3 months ago

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This is possibly the most random idea ever, but if I was to make a Shattered Glass version of Transformers One, the most crucial thing I would not change was Orion Pax and D-16 being friends, miners and their ambitions.

What I would flip is how each character's ambitions would be translated. D-16 accepting that he is a miner and wanting to focus on that would be flipped in a positive way in that he is humble, accepts himself and believes in hard work to get ahead. And he does want to get ahead, but the RIGHT way without skipping crucial steps and while playing fair. In other words, his mentality of "we're miners, we mine" is not him settling. It's him accepting that doing his damn job will get him ahead in life which technically, is not wrong. Hard work does get you ahead in life most of the time, but if the system is broken (which unfortunately it is), then you're justified in changing.

In Orion Pax's case, his ambitions of believing himself to be meant for something greater is rooted more in ego and delusion. He also takes not focusing on his work a lot further as he tends to sneak out way too much not to get into the archives, but to do stuff like gamble and such. That is another thing that separates SG Orion Pax from the other guy. He doesn't take risks as a leap of faith. He takes them solely out of foolishness and thoughtlessness. Also, his risks tend not to pay off. Most notably, he wants to get to fame, fortune and more the easy way as he feels a sense of entitlement to it.

Most notably, instead of there being an Iacon Race, there's an Iacon fighting tournament in the arena where it is an all out brawl and the last bot standing wins. A lot of bots suggest to D-16 that he joins because he's built like a tank and is as strong as one, but he's a pacifist and doesn't like hurting other bots. Plus, the risk of winding up dead or crippled does not appeal to him because the odds are still against him and he would rather be able to keep doing his job. One day, Orion enlists him without his knowledge or consent. In spite of not wanting to be there, D-16 WINS the fight because he is a natural fighter and survivor. It is also revealed that before he was a miner, he was a gladiator, but switched careers once he was able to buy his freedom. Even though he won, he is NOT happy that he did because of what he had to do.

The rest of the film plays out the same way, except the big moment. When D-16 is faced with shooting Sentinel... he freezes upon realizing how everyone around him is looking at him. It reminds him of how people looked at him with fear and like a monster when he was a gladiator, so he sobers and gives this speech.

"I hate you. You took my energy, my hopes, my life goals and my LIFE!! I want to kill you!... But I won't because if I do that, you'll take the one last thing I have: my dignity and I'm done giving you everything. And now that everyone sees you for the fake you are, you can't take anything from ANYONE anymore, so I'm going to let you live, BUT you're going to spend it giving back to the society you ruined. Starting with this."

Then he forcefully opens up his cog port and removes Megatronus' cog. As a side effect, Sentinel depowers into a pathetic weak looking little bot who dwarfs compared to D-16. That is when Orion suggests they use the cog to become the new leaders, but D refuses saying that he will not follow Sentinel's path nor will he reduce a true Prime's remains to a tool. This is when Orion has had enough of D-16 always holding him back, he fights D-16 for the cog and in doing so, pushes him off the ledge while he is still alive and falls into the abyss. While this is happening, Orion inserts the cog into himself and powers up before dragging Sentinel into the crowd. When he does, he watches them tear Sentinel apart with glee. Meanwhile, D-16 makes contact with the spirit of Megatronus who informs him that his code of honour, unbreakable spirit in the face of Deception and act of mercy has made him worthy in the eyes of Primus. In doing so, he gets rewarded with the Matrix of Leadership and dubbed as Megatron Prime, BUT he is also given the task of leading Transformers to a new age as the Autobot age is over and was one based on deception, so the new Transformers will now be called Decepticons.

Megatron Prime then faces off with powered up Orion, beats him and while he does, smashes his face in such a way that he completely destroys his lower jaw. Orion leaves with some guys, gets a mechanical lower jaw which also transforms into his mask and is pissed that the Matrix was given to Megatron. So he renames himself Nemesis Prime to symbolize what he is to his ex-friend now and to how HE should be Prime. Meanwhile, Megatron Prime honours his mission and does not forget about the people who supported him. The first thing he does is abolish the gladiator games and slavery.

PS: SG Elita-One is not a miner. She is a spoiled rich young woman who is one of Sentinel's many mistresses and a girl Orion had his eye on for a while. In the end, she goes with Nemesis because she's a gold digger and sees potential in him, and because even in this universe, she has fallen for him. I also call her Alita-Nill to differentiate her from her good counterpart. Megatron Prime has a girl too who is Nightingale (SG Nightbird) who is an aspiring singer and waitress as Maccadam's bar. As for B... he was always mute and is much more shy person. He joins Megatron because he was always so kind and protective of him like a brother figure. Also the "Rise Up!" catchphrase is turned on its head to be positive as in "Keep moving forward" or "Don't give up!"

What do you all think?

#transformers #transformers shattered glass #maccadam #transformers one #transformers au #megatron #d-16 #elita one #orion pax #optimus prime #nemesis prime

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hikariyaps · 6 days ago

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synopsis ☆ satoru gojo, most popular boy on campus, has had loads of flings i mean, it's not his fault girls are all over him right? he has everything he wants, everything he needs. so when he meets you, shoko's best friend plain and unassuming he brushes it off, however one random thursday something happens. something that changes the way he thinks of you entirely. and then he just has to have you, but you won't let up that easily.

☆series masterlist

Chapter Six

new notification: whitehairblueyes started following you.

new notification: whitehairblueyes sent you a follow request.

accept or deny?

that had to be gojo. you check the account. that is gojo. oh my god what was that gym pic, his abs oh my- nope. you were not going down that route.

your finger hovers over the accept button on your private account. should you? he pulled away didn't he? suguru and shoko still met you for breakfasts. didn't he have dates?

why were you getting so worked up about this?

you click on the accept button. you were just friends after all. why did you care if he had dates or not?

new notification: whitehairblueyes started following you.

☆

gojo is at breakfast the next day. shoko, suguru and you had fallen into habit of meeting each other at the café on campus before heading out for classes. sometimes for breakfast, sometimes for a quick coffee.‘

guess who decided to join.’ shoko teases.

‘what no dates today?’ you huff.

‘what do you care?’ he snarks.

you roll your eyes at him. he sticks his tongue out.

you take your usual and you notice gojo's trying something new.

‘taste changed over ten days?’ you question him.

‘huh?’

‘your coffee order, you changed it.’

‘you noticed’

you just scoff and trudge back to your seat. but you realise, you did notice. you have noticed.

meanwhile satoru goes to join shoko who is waiting for the coffee.‘how do i get to know her?’ he whispers to her.

‘what do you mean?’

‘she doesn't speak much.’

‘so ask her questions, push a little bit, how you would do with any other hot chick.’ she says, ‘but you play around with her and i will screw your life’ she warns him, she was scary like this.

satoru just gulps and nods. he gets your coffee for you. and you smile at him politely. mumble out a quick thanks and go back to softly conversing with suguru. it irks satoru. ‘ya know, you can talk to me too, right?’

that turns your head. ‘i didn't realise, you were interested in listening to me’ you say, blankly.

‘what?’

‘you don't really talk to me.’

‘i'm talking to you now.’

‘well, i don't want to talk now.’

'are all models this stubborn?' he asks, clearly meaning to catch you off guard and to let you know that he knows. he wants to see your face when you realize he knows your little secret (even though you got the notification, he probably forgot about that).

but you put on the most saccharine smile and reply with 'no, just me.'

that shuts him up and you continue your conversation with geto about the movie you watched yesterday.

satoru sighs. other chicks are not this hard to get to know. all he has to do is flash them a smile and say a few charming words and they're all over him. but you? you were different. but he wasn't going to give up. not again.

unfortunately for gojo, but fortunately for you, it was time to get to your respective classes and you said your goodbyes and head out. satoru watches you leave, the business kids didn't have classes until twelve today. wait- what were you studying?

‘shoko?’

‘hm’

‘what does she study?’

‘she's a music student’ it wasn't shoko replying but suguru.

‘how do you know?!’

‘she told me.’

satoru looks at shoko who just nods.

‘how do you get her to talk?’

‘she's not a toy who you can “get to talk”, satoru,’ suguru chides. ‘just talk to her nicely and she'll talk back, she's not that hard to talk to.’

satoru pouts. if only suguru knew.

☆

your classes had finished earlier than usual, and your fingers were sore from playing the guitar. rubbing your fingers to soothe the burn, you bump into someone.

hand on your waist, the someone catches you from falling and when you see who it is, you think you would've rather fallen than be caught by him.

it was sukuna.

‘still as sloppy as ever, i see.’ he rumbles.

you step back. ‘sukuna, fancy seeing you here.’ you say voice even.

‘i was just passing by to see my girlfriend.’ he says.

‘oh, girlfriend?’

‘yes, she's a music student too.’

you don't let anything show on your face reply with an ‘well, better be on your way then.’

and you walk away before he could speak again. well you walk away until you were out of view then you practically stomped all the way back to shoko's apartment.

you stepped in and slammed the door shut.

‘again with the goddamn door!’ shoko yelled from her room.

‘well someone's in a bad mood’ suguru remarks from the kitchen, god knows what he was doing in the fridge.

you let out a strangled sort of cry and kick a pillow on the ground.

‘what's up?’ gojo asks.

‘ugh this day is the worst!’ you exclaim.

‘what the fuck is all the noise about? i'm trying to work here!’ shoko tuts, coming out of her room.

‘guess who the universe decided to make me bump into today?’ you say, expression somewhere between pain and anger.

‘oh no, was it-?’ shoko starts.

‘if your answer was my trashy ex boyfriend sukuna, then you get a point!’ you say sarcastically.

gojo and geto suck in a breath.

‘he didn't even say hi, he just called me sloppy said he was going to meet his new girlfriend, who is also a music student and i just walked away. now i might have to see his stupid face now and then.’ you say sitting down, putting your head in your hands.

‘i bet you, his new girlfriend is not even half as pretty as you’ gojo says. and you smile at him. genuinely smile at him and he thinks his heart skipped a beat.

you let out a water laugh and say ‘sorry sho, i couldn't choke him.’

‘oh honey,’ sho says and pats your back.

‘hey do you want us to go beat him up because we will.’ gojo says.

you sniffle and let out a little giggle while wiping your nose with your sleeve and say ‘no, no need for that, thank you for the offer though.’

and satoru thinks his brain just short circuited. that was so fucking adorable.

‘do you want me to get something for you to eat or drink?’ suguru asks from the kitchen.

‘water would be nice.’

☆

that evening you realised you had just cried in front of gojo. you’d just showed him a part of you that had always been kept under close wraps. strangely, it didn't feel like exposing yourself, it felt as though you showed him a fragile flower, and he had treated it just right.

that night you realized, you trusted satoru gojo. and that to you was extraordinary because the only people you trusted in life were the ones closest to you. and you think now that gojo satoru definitely did make himself a little spot in your heart. no matter how annoying he was,

satoru gojo had started to grow on you.

a/n: i think this is my favourite chapter by far.

#hikariyaps #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk headcanons #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru fluff #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujustu kaisen #satoru angst #satoru x reader #satoru gojo #satoru x you #gojo

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deadhands69 · 2 months ago

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A New End: The End

Tomura Shigaraki x Reader

This series contains: gn/afab reader, angst, violence, mentions of blood/injuries, cussing, smut, spoilers. i think this is the longest part but it moves fast with the assumption you’re familiar enough with the manga, a lot was taken out to make it readable and non repetitive.

previous - this is part 8 - next

[series masterlist]

|\/\/\| the end |/\/\/|

Tomura is once more learning what it's like to have your quirk. All week, he’s been struggling to keep things from people for the sake of not changing how they feel and thus altering your chosen future. You, on the other hand, are learning a bit of what it's like to be him by having to make sure you never touch anyone without thinking and accidentally share that information with them yourself.

Fortunately for you both, league members have been pretty scattered, working on their own projects and tasks while a few people recover from their injuries. Tomura included.

Tomura, he’s been spending a lot of time attempting to be somewhat restful while still managing the planning process. It’s nice being around him again, especially after spending a month and a half mostly apart while he was fighting Gigantomachia. Still, he has a lot of sleep to catch up on while he recovers so your hangouts are typically short and low energy.

He’s proven himself to be a good boyfriend, in his own way. Now that you know you’re together, you notice the more subtle details. How he tries to do nice things for you, having never been given a framework for what that should look like. Things like staying up a bit later just to spend a few extra minutes around you, even if he's groggy and trying to hide a bad mood. Grabbing your favorite drink and bringing it back just because he saw it. and thought of you.

Today, he has some free time and decided to spend it laying around listening to music together.

“Is having your quirk always like this?” Tomura asks, while laying side by side with you on the almost too comfortable bed in your room at the mansion.

“Not always, but yeah. Sometimes.”

“How do you handle that, knowing something bad will happen to someone and letting it… just happen?”

“You saw the alternatives. It's that or let them die,” you roll onto your side, propping your head on your elbow to face him.

“Yeah. It's just hard,” he mumbles quietly. “I knew I’d have to make big decisions in this but it doesn’t always sit right.”

“Wait,” you exclaim, sitting upright. “You care about everyone. Don't you?”

“No,” he grumbles defensively, looking away. “I just think they should be able to make their own choices. That's all.”

“Because you care about them. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have picked this plan,” you move into his space more than you have all week. With your face hovering so close to his that your noses are almost touching, you continue. Whispering, “don't worry. I won't tell anyone the guy who hates everything likes his friends now.”

“Shut up,” he groans.

“Make me,” you say without thinking.

And he does. Pressing up the tiniest amount, he catches your lips with his. Biting your bottom lip to pull you back to the bed with him, he continues to kiss you so sweetly that you almost forget about everything else.

|\/\/\| five days before the end |/\/\/|

A few months pass, allowing you all the time to rest, heal, and grieve in ways that you didn’t know you needed. With the exception of a few bandages and lingering limps here and there, you’re all in much better shape than before.

Which is why it’s time to move forward.

For a while now, you and Tomura have been referring to the plan he came up with as. "The End," because, in a lot of ways, it's the end of many things. The name is understandably lost on nearly everyone else, in a way that's concerning to some of them.

As a group, you gather in a meeting room to send messages to prisons, hospitals, and the hero commission. Threats. Anonymous tips. Awareness of loopholes and security oversights. With the resources of the Paranormal Liberation Front at your disposal, this is quite easy. They’ve been tracking things like this for ages. Now, there's finally a reason to use that information.

“So,” Toga asks, “why are we sending them tips on buffing up their security if we want to destroy hero society? Isn't that the opposite of what we want?”

“It is, but we have to because it’s the only way to get them to move high profile prisoners to another location,” you answer.

“And that is important because…?” Spinner asks.

“You’re the Stain simps, you tell me,” Tomura grates over the table, awkwardly sealing an envelope while still not used to the prosthetic fingers. You nod in agreement. Toga’s eyes grow as she hurriedly finishes a letter. Spinner eyes him skeptically, but continues to work.

Tomura looks to the end of the table at Twice, “tell that hero you’ve been talking to that we’ll be attacking UA through the forest nearby as soon as the sun goes down on April third.”

“That’s not the right location?” Twice scratches his head, “Or is it?”

Dabi heaves a massive sigh before pinching the bridge of his nose, “that’s the point, idiot. If he shows up there and he brings heroes with him, he is playing you. It’s a test.” He mumbles under his breath after, “and it’s one less hero to worry about either way.”

“Ohhhh got it!” Twice exclaims, continuing to mutter to himself as he pulls out his phone and starts texting.

Everything feels pretty normal again, the seven of you working together. The plan has been reiterated so many times by now that most of the group works quietly. Eventually someone offers to put music on, but no one can agree on a genre. You land on chill hop which no one has any strong feelings about.

While not everyone trusts the idea, most of them are glad to have a direction and something to do. It’s progress and it feels right.

Eri’s tutor brings her to join you all in the assembly room when she finishes her schoolwork for the day. One perk of being here is she can get some formal education, even if it's not the most robust program. Her eyes brighten as soon as she sees Spinner, running to show him her good grade. Sneakily, he slips her some candy under the table before she sits in the seat next to him playing Stardew Valley all afternoon.

It's nice for a bit, you'll think back on times like these.

|\/\/\| the night of the end |/\/\/|

A few days later, you all set off to your designated locations. A PLF van drops you all off in the middle of the city. Everyone will be within six blocks of each other, so you walk together at the start.

The sun has only barely begun to set, but you’re not worried about being caught. Not yet. Any heroes that would usually be in the area are all chasing nomu at the edge of the suburbs. You should have at least an hour before anyone shows up, depending on how things go on Dabi’s end.

“So,” Spinner says as you come to a five-way intersection, “this is it.”

“This is it,” Tomura agrees, “everyone knows their mission plans?”

The group nods, quietly.

“Then let’s do this.”

You look closely at everyone’s faces, trying to memorize the details. Taking in the moment as it is. After tonight, it’ll be different. A few mumbled good lucks and well wishes can be heard as everyone splits off in their own directions – Dabi, Spinner, and Eri go up one street. You watch as Dabi, dressed all in black, puts on Eri’s pastel purple unicorn backpack full of supplies to carry it for her. Compress helped you pack it earlier today.

Toga and Twice go up another road. Compress begins to walk a different direction before stopping to wait for Tomura, who is frozen in front of you.

Your hand reaches out for his, brushing over his knuckles. The two of you linger here for a moment. His eyes meet yours and you know if there was ever a time to say what you’re thinking, this is it. Parting his lips slightly, he begins to speak before you.

“I l–” he breaks off, biting his lip. “You better not do anything stupid and die.”

“You better not either,” you reply. He nods, turning to catch up to Compress.

With a deep breath, you continue up the middle street on your own.

Spinner, Dabi, and Eri arrive at the base of a large tower. With minimal effort, Spinner scales the side of the building, dropping the fire escape ladder for the other two to climb up. Dabi spots Eri until pulling onto the metal landing himself. After the ladder, metal stairs switch back and forth all the way up. They ascend until they feel tired, and then they go up some more. Finally, they reach the 29th floor. After breaking through a window, they’re in.

It’s easy.

Almost too easy, they think while piling in through the opening out of breath.

“We need to find the control room to change the transmission,” Spinner says, ushering the others along with him. “We can go live, but it helps to have that video you arranged earlier queued up. The moment we switch all the channels being broadcast from here to our own transmission, every hero will be alerted to our location. I can give you three minutes of live screen time like promised then I’m changing it to your pre recorded video so we can get the hell out.”

Dabi nods, gesturing at a doorway down the hall.

Meanwhile, you walk towards your designated spot to wait. It’s a calm night, no one else is out here but you expected that from the business district. It feels reminiscent of every other nightly walk you go on, pavement under feet, moving one foot in front of the other. Instead of visiting ruins, tonight you’ll be watching them being made. Still, you wish Tomura was here with you.

You arrive at a plaza and begin looking around. Finding an area behind some bushes in the generic “garden” area in front of a massive commerce building, you settle in and try your best to relax given the circumstances.

It’s the only way, you remind yourself repeatedly until it becomes a mantra.

The anticipation is awful, not just because you’re unsure if everyone will stick to the plan, but because you know what happens if they do. You've seen it before and soon, you’ll have to see it again.

Now, you just have to wait and hope no one makes any unexpected changes on their own. Soon, you think, it’ll be over. And you won’t have to wait anymore.

Down the street in the other direction, Tomura and Compress find themselves at a vastly different building. The security on this one is considerably more heightened so sneaking in took some extra consideration. With the PLF hacking into the security system, they found that the building is not only quirk-proof but attempting to destroy any part of it results in heroes being immediately notified of the location and quirk. So, a different plan was made.

After jumping from an adjacent parking garage, each of them land on the roof with a thud.

“First you, then me?” Tomura asks to clarify, brushing himself off.

“Yes,” Compress confirms, as they stand in front of the thin slats at the edge of the ventilation system on the roof. As expected, the openings aren’t big – but you can fit a hand through if you angle it right.

“And be careful, I don’t want to be decayed while stuffed in a marble.” Tomura only glares at him.

Using his quirk on himself, Compress disappears into a small sphere to be dropped into the vent. Tomura throws him in, not so gently after that last comment. Within seconds, a clang rings out as he resumes his full form. His mask can barely be seen behind the slats as his gloved hand slips back through.

“Ready?” he asks, more as a statement than a question. Without waiting for an answer, Tomura’s world contracts and he’s… rolling on the ground? Just as quickly as before, everything expands and he hits his head on the metal duct.

“Oww, fuck!” he groans, feeling the bump on his scalp.

“Come on, we’re running low on time,” Compress urges, “hover over my hand more this time.” Tomura does so, still rubbing the aching spot. The world compacts, and before he knows it he’s spit out inside of the large ventilation channel. Once more, he hits his head.

“What the fuck,” he grumbles as he regains composure. Not much time, he remembers before dwelling on it too long. Pulling up a hand drawn map on his phone, they begin crawling through the small space, following the maze they set out for themselves.

Back at the broadcasting tower, Spinner switched the outgoing signal to one of their own with a small camera set-up in front of a makeshift presentation area for Dabi. It’s a blank wall with a light pointed at it, but it’ll work as well as anywhere. He stares down at his phone, waiting for 9:04. It's the exact time you told him to begin.

“You’re on in three, two,” Spinner gives Dabi a thumbs up to start talking. He tells his story in detail, highlighting the parts where heroes failed him until his turn is up. Spinner counts him down on his fingers while looking at the stopwatch on his phone before gesturing for Eri to take over.

Nervously, she replaces him in front of the camera.

With a lot of prompting from the other two, she speaks about her experiences. About what Overhaul did to get her blood for his bullets. About the amount of people who walked past her covered in bandages every day, but almost no one said anything. And when they did, nothing ever came of it. Sure, it’s one thing to hear an adult say how the system failed them – but hearing it from a child feels different. She gives a very real face to the cracks in society overlooked by the hero system, one a little less scary than Dabi’s. A minute and a half isn't nearly enough time to tell her story and the responsibility of it shouldn't be on her in the first place. But the effort she puts in in the time she has should be enough to sway some people. Who can, in turn, help others. Her life is the price of the average person’s choice to sit and wait for someone else to handle it. It's time that changes.

That's the theory, at least. You weren't able to see that far ahead.

“Time’s up,” Spinner says. Eri waves bye at the camera and the transmission ends. He then switches it to the pre-made video Dabi arranged over the past few months.

As they walk out the door, Spinner continues. “It’s set up to receive more transmissions from my phone whenever we find a safe place to send them. We’ll have to keep this room blocked off somehow, at least until we find Shig and Compress to share the next part.”

“Easy,” Dabi says, heating the door until it turns red and the metal melts into the frame. “No one’s getting through that for a while.”

They make their way to the stairwell, this time staying inside the building as they make their way down.

In the ventilation duct, Tomura and Compress find themselves in the ceiling space above their target room. A big 'x' on the map marks the spot.

“This is it,” Tomura says before decaying a section of metal and ceiling tiles below him then dropping through it to the thinly carpeted floor. Compress follows. The room is huge, open, and filled floor to ceiling with cabinets. A nearby street light casts a faint blue glow through the window.

“This seems very…traditional,” Compress comments, “I didn’t realize any organizations of this size still kept paper files like this.”

“It’s the old heroes,” Tomura replies, “you can’t expect them to do their paperwork online. They’d all get confused and quit.”

“Wouldn’t that make our jobs easier,” Compress laughs.

Each of them start on a different end, prying the locks open in their own ways. They rifle through files, dumping most on the floor. The mess won’t matter anyways.

“Here it is,” Compress points at a specific container. They begin sifting through the folders – taking what they need, what they think will be important.

Back on the street, you watch a group of UA students walk past you and to the hero commission building a few streets down. They struggle at the door, one trying to blast it open with the others joining in with their quirks and making absolutely no progress on it. Before long, the door is covered in scorch marks and scratches. They've mostly pulled back to reassess, but you're pretty sure one of them is still trying to talk the lock into opening itself.

Well, the heroes have definitely been notified now. Still, there's no reason to believe they'll be looking for any of you. As long as everyone lays low, the plan is still on track.

You give Tomura and Compress a heads up.

Receiving your message, Compress takes his leave. Disappearing into the shadows as planned.

Eventually, the UA students manage to break-in when a red and white haired straggler arrives with what you would assume is a stolen keycard. There's no reason a student would be issued access for the Hero Commission headquarters. They rush through the door and out of your vision.

In the distance, you see a guarded line of vans making their way towards you. Perfect timing.

A few minutes later, a flash of light burns across the sky and lands in the street near the broadcasting building. You alert the group to no response. Thus far, your quirk hasn’t flared up a single time tonight so you have to assume it’s still okay.

Everything's fine.

Spinner, Dabi, and Eri make it seven floors down before heavy footsteps echo from below. Spinner pulls Eri through the closest door, running down the hallway while Dabi stays behind. He waits for the steps to grow closer before filling the stairwell with blue flames.

Much to his surprise, they’re met with flames in return.

“Dad?” he calls out, voice echoing.

“Touya??” he hears in response.

Perfect Dabi thinks while running down the stairs to meet his fate.

In the file room, the students catch up to Tomura, most barely recognizing him without the hands they’d seen in news photos.

“How did you find us?” he calmly asks the group, tossing a random file onto the growing heap of them. The green haired one named Izuku Midoria speaks up first, Tomura recognizes him.

“The pros all think you’re attacking UA right now. We knew you wouldn’t do that, not again. You’re not stupid enough to do that,” he gulps, trying to hide his nervousness of the situation. “Plus, they’re all spread thin chasing nomu around the outskirts. If you map the locations they were called out to, that leaves a huge gap in coverage with this building right in the middle.”

“Smart,” Tomura muses, “but what was your plan after that?”

“Kill you, duh!” yells Bakugo, who Tomura also recognizes.

“No, wait Kachan. We aren’t killing anyone. I can save him. I can save,” Izuku looks across the room, “I can save you!”

Tomura laughs.

“No, you can’t. You’re a fucking kid, it’s not your job to.” A haunting smile creeps over his face. “And right now, you need to save yourself.” With that, he presses all five fingers into the wall behind him.

Fire.

It’s everywhere as Spinner rushes Eri out the window and back onto the fire escape.

“Hold on tight,” he says, throwing her onto his back to rush down the metal stairs faster.

Inside, Dabi is making up for lost years with his dad. With the flames burning out of control, he moves in.

“I ruined your career. Since you found me here, I’m assuming you already know that.” The man says nothing in return, so Dabi continues, “only thing left to do is take you out with me.”

His blue flames grow brighter, hotter. Finally, the red-haired man speaks up.

“You don’t have to do this, Touya. Just come home. We can be a family again. We can–”

“It’s too late for that!” he yells, shoving him through the concrete wall in a blaze of flames.

From your vantage point outside, the hero commission building collapses into a pile of rubble. Stray papers fly from the dust with no signs of life. A scream rings out from the parking garage next door. Simultaneously, a blue and orange swirl careens from the broadcasting building and explodes onto the street.

Right on time, the prisoner convoy was making its way down the main street. Now, it’s stopped, stuck between the two damaged buildings with nowhere to go. The hero escorts climb out to investigate the damage.

You expected this, it’s the only way. That doesn’t stop your heart from pounding in your chest at the sight of it all.

“it’s time,” you text Toga and Twice.

Receiving your message from a few blocks away, the two of them excitedly jump into action. They’ve been waiting all night for this.

Two teenage girls walk from the parking garage towards the remnants of the building, trying to look inconspicuous. If you were to guess, they were keeping watch for the other UA students. One has long green hair tied behind her head, the other medium length brown hair. Both look frantic. You don’t blame them, you would too in their situation. For a moment you feel bad, but know it’ll be okay. You've seen it.

This is all supposed to happen.

A few more heroes show up to the area, probably now realizing the attack on UA was not about to happen. You notice one with red wings among them, Twice isn’t going to be happy. A group of three approach you, questioningly.

“What are you doing out here so late?” a large one with a yellow jacket asks, “don’t you realize you could’ve gotten hurt?”

“No, it’s okay.” Another chimes in, “we went to UA together. Until…” he trails off, before looking you over in a way that makes you nauseated. Suddenly, his words are saccharine sweet. “Feel like playing hero and helping us out tonight? We’re pretty understaffed.”

He flutters his eyelashes in a way that you would imagine usually gets him somewhere with most people. Not with you though, you remember him. This is one of the people who led to you being kicked out of school in the first place. Now he has the audacity to ask you for help?

“Not today,” you reply blankly, “you know I could get hurt out here all on my own. It's late. Better head home.”

“Well, okay then. Thanks for your time,” says the larger one, “better get home safe!”

Just as they turn to leave, a swarm of league members surge down the street. It’s bad timing, truly. Seeing a few copies of you among them, the heroes turn their attention back to you.

“Stay right there!” one yells.

You run, drawing them down a secluded street away from the others. Fortunately, none of them are particularly fast. Unfortunately, they know the area much better than you do. You realize this as soon as your quirk flashes in front of your vision, too late.

The one you went to high school with cuts you off in an alleyway, shoving you into the ground. Your head hits the street with a bounce, making you nauseous. You try to press up to assess the damage, but his hands shove you back down. The concrete is cold and rough against your cheek in contrast with the warmth of your forehead where it hit the cement. Your arms are yanked behind you with more force than necessary and you feel the quirk canceling handcuffs over your hands. Not that it matters if you can use your quirk or not, you couldn’t reach for your phone to warn the others of anything you see if you wanted to.

“Hey, easy!” yells the large hero from earlier. Suddenly you’re engulfed in something warm and squishy while you’re transported back to the main road. It would almost be comfortable, if you didn’t feel trapped. Police vans line the sidewalk a few blocks down, they were likely surrounding the prisoner transport and got stuck. The hero stops in front of one, leaving you with a few officers.

From the corner of your eye, you see Tomura’s all too clean white hair popping out of the wreckage of one of the buildings as you’re shoved into the back of the van.

In the commotion, Tomura and Compress calmly walk towards the smoldering broadcasting tower in search of Spinner. The former, still a bit stiff from being unaccustomed to the affects of getting pulled in and out of a marble all evening. With the sea of them rushing through the street like a tidal wave, there’s no reason these two particular villains should stand out any more than the others. That’s the point.

Little do they know, they in specific are being followed.

Spinner and Eri have taken refuge on a balcony of the building next door. The other two spot them, step through the smashed out glass doors, and head up the stairs. As soon as they make it outside, a voice calls out behind them.

“Stop!”

Tomura knows that voice. He also knows that feeling, the one that makes his fingers tingle a little less and drops a weight over his shoulders. With Tomura turning to distract the hero, Compress takes Spinner’s phone and begins uploading photos of the documents they took. Botched missions, casualties, quirk mishaps. Information previously withheld from the public. Even if only a few people are still tuned in, it’ll be all over the internet by the morning.

“Wait,” the voice says, looking around the balcony, “it’s you?”

Eri peers out from behind Spinner, big red eyes staring up at Eraserhead.

“Let her go,” Aizawa says, she hides further behind Spinner’s leg. “I’m bringing her in to safety.”

Spinner opens his mouth to speak but Tomura cuts him off.

“We’re not holding her hostage or anything, just taking care of her. She can go with you if she wants to.” Quietly, he adds, “she should go.”

"But," Spinner looks devastated, “why would you say that?”

“She’s a kid, she can’t be in any of this. She needs to learn to use her quirk and be around other kids,” Tomura tries to reassure his friend. “We have to let her go. It's for the best. For her.”

“I know,” Spinner whispers, “it’s just– it’s just so hard. How do we know we can trust him anyways?”

“His best friend raised me,” Tomura shrugs. Spinner looks him over skeptically, wondering how that makes it any better.

“Look,” he continues, “y/n’s quirk showed her happy this way. This is good for her. It’s–it’s the only way that’s good for her. She’ll get hurt otherwise, or end up down some really dark paths. I saw it all.”

Spinner has more questions but simply nods, his glossy eyes beginning to overflow. A tug on his sleeve draws his attention down.

“Here,” Eri holds up his switch for him to take, “do I really have to go?”

“Yeah,” Spinner whispers, “if you go with him, you’ll have a good life. And here,” he says, moving the switch into her backpack. “This is for you, all of your saves are on it.”

“But what about yours?”

“I can catch up,” he smiles.

They continue saying their goodbyes as Tomura addresses Aizawa.

“Her–” he struggles to get through the words but presses on, “Her belongings are all in there. In marbles. And there’s an envelope too. That’s for you, it’s important. Take care of them.”

“Them?” Aizawa begins to ask when the ground cracks between them, creating a rift in the balcony. It would appear that one of Tomura’s doubles touched that side of the building. Erasure uses the capturing weapon around his neck to gently wrap Eri in before they swiftly make their way to safety. The other three all jump as well, mostly landing neatly on the sidewalk as the building behind them crumbles into huge pieces. Before Aizawa can think of apprehending them, all three have disappeared into the sea of chaos.

A few minutes after you were placed in custody, Twice (or one of his doubles, you aren’t sure and neither is he) is thrown in the van with you. In the seconds you can see out the door, it looks like absolute chaos in the street. A slew of doubles overtake every hero around before splashing into a puddle at the first good hit. The company is nice, but you’re still nervous. From in here, you can’t see anything and have no way of using your quirk to make sure everyone’s still on track.

After what feels like ages, the door of the van flies open and you find yourself face to face with Endeavor.

Then, he giggles.

“Toga, it’s great to see you!” yells Twice, while she unlocks the handcuffs, “what took you so long?”

He runs off, immediately getting pummeled by a hero and dissolving into liquid.

“Huh."

“Compress told me to give you this,” Toga holds out a small bag. You stare at her. It takes you a moment to adjust, not having seen her quirk in use before. Talking to Endeavor still feels uneasy. You wonder how she got his uniform, but don't want to put too much thought into it.

“Oh, this is perfect. Thanks,” you say, emptying the bag on the floor of the van before slamming the door shut again. She walks to the next transport vehicle and you watch as she releases Stain. He looks confused, understandably. Seeing Endeavor fangirl over a villain is weird for you and you even know the situation. A few seconds later, she transforms back into herself, removes his handcuffs, and wanders back to the parking structure in search of her own clothes.

It’s the same direction you saw the girls from UA go earlier.

Down the street, Tomura opens the back of another van in his own way. The man inside senses his presence as soon as the doors crumble to dust.

“Ah, Tomura.” All For One muses politely, “I’ve been waiting for you. And you have impeccable timing, I can feel that One for All is close by.”

Tomura looks down at the man who raised him. He looks pathetic like this. In a prison jumpsuit, connected to machines that keep him alive. Quirks are the only things that have been holding him together for all these years and now, with the blocking handcuffs constantly around his wrists, he looks like he’s falling apart. He’s a lot “droopier” than Tomura remembers. It’s pitiful, he thinks, but that does nothing to tame the rage that still burns inside of him.

“How long were you planning it,” Tomura’s voice shakes, “to take my body?”

“Take your body?” All For One laughs, “no, I had no plans of the sort. I only wanted to help you. Merge with you to become more than you could ever amount to on your own. Of course, we still could. Let me out and we’ll do this together.”

“That’s not how it works though,” Tomura says softly, but the bite still cracks through his voice. “I don’t need you. I don't need any of this.”

In the many years he’s been alive, All For One never feared anything. He never had reason to. The world always finds a way to bend to his needs, regardless of the situation. Even now, strapped to a chair in the back of a prison transport, he feels confident that Tomura will free him, they’ll talk through the whole thing, and he’ll be back on the top in no time. There’s no way it’ll ever not go his way, it always does.

That is, until he feels five fingers pressing into each of his knees. The feeling leaves his feet as the decay moves up his body slowly.

“S–stop it!” he begs, losing composure. “Cut it off, wh–while there’s still time!”

Tomura watches, flooded by every miserable memory of his life. All the pain and anger. Everything leading to this exact time and place. It feels surreal.

“T–Tomura, I raised you! I took you in!” he pleads.

“Yeah, and who’s fault is that?”

“Please,” he gasps, face contorted in horror. His body crumbles from under the straps all the way up to his face. By the time the dust has settled, all that's left are his hands.

It’s over now.

All that’s left of that house and everything that happened in it is what’s left inside of him.

Now that you’re freed, there’s nothing left to do but join in the fight. A few more heroes arrive, but most are delayed by Twice’s doubles on sight.

Your old classmate finds you again and with the help of your quirk you land a few good kicks on him before he’s able to corner you.

“You never were cut out for this,” he taunts, “might as well give up.” In almost slow motion, you watch as three doubles of you tackle him to the ground and drag him back into the alleyway.

It's beautiful. You'll definitely remember this moment forever. You want to savor it, but the onslaught continues.

Tomura climbs out the back of one of the prison transport vans, only to be immediately tackled by two heroes. He decays one with a red cape quickly but the smaller one hits him with a force that leaves the concrete cracked under his landing. You run in, predicting the old man's next move and attempt to shove him off course before he can land another punch. It works, briefly.

Without any time for a warning from your own quirk, the wind is knocked out of you as you’re thrown across the street. Suddenly, you’re reminded of another part of high school: the realization that, while many people’s abilities seem to give them an added layer of super-human resilience, yours does not.

Which means you feel everything.

The dull pain of the blow that you’re almost certain broke a rib. The sharp impact of the wall, cracking something in your shoulder. Your head hitting the concrete behind you with a hollow thud, sending the world into a swirl.

Darkness piles like bricks in your peripheral vision, closing in.

Across the street, Tomura stands. Staggering slightly as he lunges towards the hero that hit you.

Then everything is black.

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