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mymoodwriting · 1 year ago

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Because You're Mine

Female!Reader x Werewolf!SKZ

Genre: A/B/O

Warning: Fluff, Angst, Paranoia, PTSD, Nightmares, Nesting

Words: 4.5K

Chapter Three

(Prev//Next) (@starillusion13 @salfetkablog @youngunknownwitch @loveforred)

Prompt: With omegas completely removed from society, they needed their own communities and institutions to grow. All your life you had lived and gone to school alongside your fellow omegas, and orphaned alphas. You had managed to keep yourself together, but now at the university level, keeping your secret had grown impossible. You had to face your fears and make friends with an alpha eventually, and now was the time.

“Is that my hoodie?”

“No…”

You shyly hid your face by pulling up the hood, and scurrying off. You could hear Chan laughing down the hall before you closed the door to your room. You went to your desk and started working on your assignments. A while later there was a knock at your door, and you knew who it was. Still, you told them to come in. Chan came up behind you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and leaning in close to breath in your scent.

“Yeah, that’s my hoodie.”

“It’s nice…”

“I know. When did you go through my closet?”

“You left it on the couch.”

“Ah, and you decided to take it for yourself?”

“I like it.”

“It does look cute on you.”

“Thanks.”

“How are your classes?”

“Good. You know it’s nothing too difficult.”

“But you do such a good job. I’m gonna make some ramen, do you want some?”

“Sure.”

“Okay, come by the kitchen in ten minutes.”

“Thank you.”

You continued with your assignments and once you made good progress you went to the kitchen to get yourself some ramen. As soon as Chan saw you he prepared you a bowl and slid it towards you. A moment later Jisung joined you, getting his bowl as well. The three of you ate together, and Chan decided to use this moment to make an announcement.

“So, since you’re both here. There’s something I need to tell you.”

“What’s up?” Jisung questioned, mouth full of noodles. “You leaving us?”

“No, no, none of that. In fact, since y/n seems to be doing so well with me, we’re gonna move onto the next phase.”

“What’s that?” You wondered. “Are we gonna share a bed or something?”

Chan choked on his noodles and had to take a moment to compose himself. You felt a bit bad for saying something so shocking, but maybe you were dropping hints. Since he didn’t take it well, you figured not to mention it again. Although it would soon be your turn to choke.

“That’s not it.” Chan lightly chuckled. “In fact, we’re gonna have another alpha in the dorm.”

“What!”

You gagged on your food and immediately got up. You needed a moment to compose yourself and regain your breathing, looking back up at the two.

“You mean… there’ll be two alphas in the dorm…”

“Yes.”

“… why… you’re enough… and-”

“I know you’re okay with me being around, but the whole goal here is to make sure you’re comfortable around alphas in general.”

“But… but…”

“This alpha is a friend of mine, and I can vouch for them. They’re a good person.” Chan assured. “You can meet them tomorrow before they move in.”

“I don’t want another alpha in the dorm…”

“We’ll take things slow, okay y/n.”

You returned to your room without another word, thinking over what Chan had said. You knew this wasn’t his idea, and that he couldn’t change things either. The thought of another alpha in the dorm made you uneasy. You buried your face in the hoodie, trying to calm yourself down. If this one was good like Chan said there should be no problem, but you weren’t gonna know that for sure until you met them.

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After your classes the next day you went with Jisung to meet up with Chan and this other alpha friend of his. Jisung could tell you were visibly nervous, so he let you borrow one of his shirts to calm you down. It helped a bit, but meeting a new alpha still made you anxious. You waited out in the courtyard, and when you saw Chan with a stranger you hid behind Jisung.

“Hey you two, this is Minho, he’ll be moving in with us.”

“A pleasure to meet you.” Minho held his hand out. “Your name?”

“Jisung. Although-”

“Wow, look at you shaking hands. You’re doing better than-”

“Oh I’m not the one who’s shy.”

“Huh?”

Jisung slightly moved to the side, revealing you for a moment before you hid behind him again. Minho made a knowing look, gently stepping over to get a good look at you.

“Hello there.”

“…”

“My name is Minho, I’m gonna be your new roommate. What’s your name?”

“…”

“Chan has told me about you. There’s no need to be scared. I’ll wait for you to be ready.”

Minho stepped away, and gave Jisung a smile. He wouldn’t be moving in until tomorrow, but still had to pack things up so he excused himself. Once he was gone you tugged on Jisung’s arm to get his attention.

“Hm?”

“Can we go back to the dorm now?”

“You can’t just hide in your room.” Chan said. “Please.”

“Then why can’t we just do study sessions like before?”

“That was for you to get used to me as an alpha, and now that you’re comfortable in the dorm with me we need to keep going with the momentum. Multiple scents is a good thing.”

“Multiple… do you mean…eventually we’re gonna have others in the dorm with us?”

“If you haven’t noticed, our dorm has many empty rooms.”

You shook your head and decided to run off on your own, getting back to the dorm. You liked the way things were right now, but if there was going to be another alpha, then that meant Chan wasn’t really the one assigned to you. It was way too early for that kinda stuff anyway. Of course there was nothing you could do except stay in your room as you heard the other two welcoming Minho and helping him move in the next day. Chan tried to get you to come out to eat, but you didn’t want to, so he just left food by your door.

Minho was certainly well aware of your situation. In the mornings he’d always knock at your door and let you know he was leaving, so you didn’t have to worry about running into him. On campus you might catch glimpses of him, but he did nothing but smile and wave if he ever caught you staring at him. You couldn’t really bring yourself to be nice back, worried that those around him would start thinking they could be friendly with you, and they were all alphas too. You’d always text Jisung or Chan to ask if Minho was in the dorm, but even without an answer from them, Minho knew to keep a distance.

You didn’t like the idea of another alpha being around, but from what you could hear he was getting along nicely with Jisung. You were glad at least those two were working out. Although you knew you couldn’t avoid Minho forever. The two alphas were pretty much reporting on you to the headmaster, so if you didn’t start getting along with Minho properly, well, you didn’t know what would happen to you. Still, you weren’t ready for someone else, even if you caught their scent lingering all over the dorm. You couldn’t avoid him forever though.

So one night after staying up to study you snuck out of your room to get snacks. You were half asleep already, but craving something at the moment. The halls were dark and you were stumbling a bit. You wound up bumping into someone, and the two of you lost balance, collapsing to the floor. You fell on top of this person, and you soon had the scent of an alpha filling your nose. Chan was up late too, and you were kinda glad to run into him like this. Without much thinking you snuggled against him, sighing contently.

“So you do like me.”

The voice was not Chan’s, and you immediately yelled and got up. Your screams caught the attention of the other two, and before you knew it the lights in the hall were turned on. You saw Jisung peeking out of his room, Chan as well. Then you slowly looked down to see Minho getting up. Your eyes went wide as you realized a moment ago you had been snuggling against him, and he had a content smile on his face.

“I guess to a degree you are more comfortable with alphas. Or maybe it has to do with my scent being around the dorm, either way, I’m glad to know you aren’t afraid of me.”

“What happened?” Chan questioned. “Are you okay, y/n?”

“I… I… I thought…”

“She just stumbled into me and we both fell.” Minho explained. “She was just startled since it was both dark and we didn’t see each other.”

“Yeah.” You agreed. “I’m not hurt or anything, you can go back to bed.”

“Okay, just be careful.”

“Sorry…”

Chan and Jisung returned to their rooms, but before you could run off Minho grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to him.

“You’re seriously not hurt, right?”

“No…” You couldn’t meet his gaze. “I’m fine.”

“What were you doing up this late?”

“Nothing…”

“Come on, I know that’s not true.”

“I… I just wanted some snacks…”

“Then let’s get you some before bed.”

“Wait-”

Minho dragged you along to the kitchen and sat you down as he went through the cabinets. You could probably run off now that he had his back turned, but you did want a snack. The two of you stayed together, sitting in awkward silence for a moment.

“You thought I was Chan, didn’t you?”

“Sorry… I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s okay, I understand. You’re so used to having one alpha around, and in your state, you just assumed.”

“I don’t… hate you or anything… I just…”

“I know what happened to you, and I’m so sorry. Alphas like that aren’t the ones who will be around you. We may have advanced in our studies and training, but we don’t truly begin until after graduation.”

“So you don’t know why omegas need protection either…”

“I do.”

“You do!”

“Of course.”

“Can you tell me? It doesn’t make sense why omegas would get such serious protection and-”

“Y/n.”

“Hm?”

“You are worthy of protection. The last couple of days, even if we haven’t talked much, I know I’d want to protect you from all the bad things in this world.”

“Aish… you’re just saying that.”

“I’m not. It hurts to know something so bad was done to you when you have such a precious smile and heart. I wouldn’t want anything like that to happen to you ever again.”

“Isn’t that… just what every alpha thinks…”

“Perhaps. We all grow up with the idea that omegas need to be protected. Although getting to know you shows me that it’s not something ridiculous.”

“That’s nice…”

“I hope we can get to know each other better, and you won’t avoid me too much.”

“I’ll try not to.”

“Good. Now let’s get you to bed.”

Minho took your hand and led you back to your room, telling you to get some sleep. You wished him a good night before closing the door. You managed to sleep peacefully and this time when Minho came to knock on your door you opened it and told him to have a good day, and that you’d see him later.

“Look at you.” Jisung teased. “Getting along with both the alphas.”

“What? You do as well.”

“Yeah, but it’s nice to see. You’re not so shy and scared anymore, I’m proud of you.”

“Shut up.”

Since you were more open to socializing with Minho, he began to join you for group study sessions in the dorm. At first you made sure to sit as far as possible, but gradually you let him be closer. He was warm and comforting, just like Chan, so you had no reason to be afraid of him either. You would say hello if you saw him on campus, and would be happy to see him at the dorms. The others were all proud of your progress, and you were too. You knew that someday you’d have to get along with alphas, and this was a much better experience than you could ever have imagined. Although it couldn’t be perfect.

One evening you stayed late in the library to study, returning to the dorm around dinner time. Minho had already cooked, and left some food out for you. He and the other two had already eaten and were on the couch playing video games. You happily watched them play and they got very immersed in the game. They started shoving and spit out threats to each other. Jisung wound up backing out of things, telling them to calm down as well since it was just a game, but things only got more heated.

“Guys… cut it out…” Jisung struggled to speak. “… stop it… before-”

At first you thought it was all fun and games, but you began to feel the tension in the air. Just like Jisung, you were getting anxious. You couldn’t speak, but you wanted to. Although when you opened your mouth you suddenly found it hard to breathe, panicking. You fell off your chair and collapsed to the ground, hyperventilating. Your vision was a blur and you felt this weight on your chest. You were scared but you weren’t entirely sure of what. Jisung had heard your commotion and managed to get some clarity and rush over to your side. You tried to push him away, unsure of who he was, but he persisted until he had you in his arms. As much as he wanted to help he was also in a state of panic, but he managed some strength.

“STOP!”

Minho and Chan stopped their arguing and looked over at the two, the scent of fear hitting them both. Immediately they realized what they had done. They tried approaching but both you and Jisung flinched and moved away.

“I… fuck, I’m sorry.” Chan said. “I didn’t… we didn’t…”

“We… we know…” Jisung mumbled. “Just… not…”

“What do we do?” Minho questioned. “If we tell the headmaster about this, we’re both gonna be screwed…”

“We’ll… we’ll be fine…” Jisung said. “Call… Felix…”

“Felix?” Chan questioned. “What about him?”

“Who’s that?” Minho wondered. “Another alpha?”

“No, he’s an omega.”

“How does that help?”

“I don’t know, it’s Jisung’s idea.”

“Just… do it…”

“And you sure he won’t say anything?” Minho asked.

“I don’t think so.” Chan remarked. “But let’s just call him first.”

Chan and Minho stepped away from the two of you. Jisung had told them he had Felix’s number on his phone, and to text him. They waited anxiously and a while later Felix came to the dorm. He seemed so happy and eager to be invited over, that is until he saw the state Jisung and you were in. His eyes grew wide with concern.

“What did you two do!”

“It was an accident.” Chan explained. “We weren’t thinking and… we didn’t mean to scare them.”

“Aren’t alphas supposed to have control of their emotions?”

“Agents are.” Minho corrected. “But we’re not exactly there yet. This is why alphas and omegas aren’t usually left alone with each other.”

“So why are you all in a dorm together?”

“That’s not important right now.”

“Obviously.” Felix turned to you both. “What’s going on? What happened?”

“I… I’ll explain… later…” Jisung mumbled. “We… we need to… get away from them… can you… take y/n… to her room… please… and give her… your jacket…”

“Yeah, yeah sure. No problem.”

Felix took off his jacket and helped you to your feet, wrapping you up in it. Chan and Minho stepped away, letting Felix know where your room was. He sat you down on the bed staying with you for a moment.

“It’s okay, you’re okay now.”

You still found it hard to breathe, but at least the scent surrounding you now didn’t have any trace of an alpha in it. You didn’t want Felix to go, but you knew Jisung also needed help. He promised to return in a bit and left you alone. You were already so sensitive when it came to the pheromones of an alpha, but for Jisung to get messed up too, it was bad. Now that you were completely alone the tears started falling. When you closed your eyes the darkness took you back to that day. You fell to the floor and curled up, you could barely speak but you were crying out for help again. You kept at it until you passed out.

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Felix helped Jisung to his feet and into his room as well, although the boy wanted to get into the shower and clean himself up. After a few minutes under cold water he felt better.

“So, you gonna explain yourself now?”

“It’s complicated.”

“Yeah. You told me you and y/n were switching dorms, but you never said you were sharing it with alphas! Are you insane? Look at yourself, what if they had done something worse than just get mad? What happens when they get mad at you?”

“This was all an accident.”

“Still, you gonna explain?”

“Will you let it go if I don’t?”

“Not a chance.”

Jisung sighed. “You need to keep this a secret, you promise?”

“I promise, swear on my life.”

“Fine. Let’s just say something happened with y/n when she was young, and she doesn’t like alphas. The headmaster found out recently and-”

“Is that why a bunch of alphas were kicked out of school?”

“Yes…”

“Oh my gosh that’s insane! Everyone has been wondering what the reason was and-”

“You can’t tell anyone. I mean it Felix.”

“If the headmaster is involved in all this then I will keep my mouth shut. I don’t know what they’ll do to an omega that steps out of line…”

“Good.”

“So then why are you dorming with alphas if she has a problem with them?”

“Seriously? Look at our future, we end up with an alpha. If she can’t be around them, it’s a problem. So the idea here is to get her used to alphas.”

“Okay, okay, makes sense. But aren’t they gonna get in trouble for what just happened?”

“We’re not gonna tell the headmaster, that’s why we called you.”

“Me?”

“Needed an omega from the outside to help, and I trust you.”

“Thanks… although doesn’t this mean we shouldn’t leave y/n by herself.”

“Fuck.”

Jisung stumbled out of the bathtub, running out of his room and dragging water everywhere. Felix closely followed behind and the two burst into your room, seeing you curled up on the floor and trembling. Jisung scooped you up in his arms, trying to get you to wake up. After a moment you opened your eyes, relief flooding Jisung’s face. Although you started crying again, and he tried to sooth you.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, nothing bad is gonna happen, you’re safe, I promise.”

When the two omegas had run out of the room both Chan and Minho got concerned. They peeked into your room, seeing that you were in Jisung’s arms and crying. They both so desperately wanted to help, guilt chewing them both out, but when Felix noticed them he shut the door. As much as they wanted to help, now was not the time. Jisung asked Felix to run a warm bath for you, needing to get you to relax. He did as he was asked, the two then helping you into the bath. You didn’t want to let go of Jisung, so he got in with you, keeping his arms wrapped around you. Eventually you stopped shaking, feeling much more at ease and like your usual self.

“Y/n.”

“Hm…”

“You think we can get out of the water now?” Jisung asked.

“Yeah, it’s getting cold.”

Felix wrapped you up in a towel when you stepped out of the tub. Jisung followed soon after and went to his room, saying he’d come mop when he was in dry clothes. You assured Felix you were alright and asked him to get you some clothes so you could change. At this point you might get a cold but you didn’t care. You got dressed and grabbed a towel to dry your hair, cautiously stepping out of the bathroom. Felix was waiting for you on your bed, relieved to see you up on your feet.

“Y/n, how are you feeling?”

“Stable… how’s Jisung?”

“He’s changing and drying off now, he’s okay.”

“And the others…”

“Uh, I’m not sure, but they’re worried, and very sorry.”

“I know… where are they?”

“They’ve been in the living room.”

“I’ll go talk to them.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Felix grabbed your hand. “You just got better.”

“And they’re worried sick and probably cursing themselves out. I know they didn’t mean to do anything.” You yanked Felix closer. “You’re coming with me of course.”

“Absolutely.”

Even if you were putting on a brave face, you were nervous, but you knew they needed some reassurance too. You carefully peeked into the living room, seeing the two on the couch, both anxiously waiting around.

“Chan… Minho…”

“Y/n!”

Chan got up, wanting to approach you but Minho held him back. By then Jisung had come over to join you, taking your other hand. He could tell you were still nervous, but he was quite happy to see you stepping up.

“Are you guys okay?” Minho asked. “We’re so sorry, we didn’t mean-”

“We know.” Jisung interrupted. “Still, in the moment it felt like you might do something to us.”

“We would never.”

“Still.”

“This won’t happen again.” Chan stated. “We’ll be more cautious. If you need anything else from us, just-”

“Will you…” You struggled to get the words out. “Will you… sleep with me tonight?”

“Y/n, I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” Felix said. “After what just happened.”

“I know I’m gonna have nightmares… but I’d rather have you two with me so I can remember there are good alphas…”

“Wait, both of us?” Minho questioned. “You want us both to sleep with you?”

“I’d feel better that way…”

“Uh, yeah, sure. Although I don’t think your bed is big enough for three.”

“We can gather some blankets and pillows.” Chan suggested. “And make a fort here in the living room, how does that sound? Then we can all stay together.”

“Me too?” Felix questioned.

“It wouldn’t be a bad idea for the omegas to outnumber the alphas tonight.”

Everyone agreed with Chan’s plan, so you got to work. Some of the furniture was moved around, and a bunch of blankets were brought over. Minho has turned on the TV for some background noise while you set everything up. It was very soft and cozy as you wrapped yourself up in a blanket and found a spot in the fort. Chan and Minho both cautiously took a seat at your side.

“I’m not scared.” You admitted. “I know you won’t hurt me.”

You focused on the TV, not wanting to let your thoughts drift to other things. The rest of the guys found a place to get comfy, everyone gathered together and watched TV in silence. You had a lingering sense of worry from the two alphas but you just took it as reassurance that they genuinely cared about you. At some point you began to doze off, your head lolling a bit before Minho carefully reached over and let you rest on his shoulder. It wasn’t long before you fell asleep. Chan lowered the volume on the TV, gently petting your head.

“She’s asleep.”

“I was worried she wouldn’t be able to get some rest tonight.” Minho commented. “I didn’t expect this though.”

“Y/n’s really trying to get over her fears.” Jisung said. “Although you two did not help at all tonight.”

“We know. You don’t have to keep reminding me.”

“Well, I should probably head out.” Felix mentioned. “Since she’s asleep now.”

“You can stay the night.” Chan offered. “It really would be better that way.”

“Alright. I guess I should come by more often to make sure you two don’t do anything crazy.”

“That might not be a bad idea.” Jisung said. “Why not just have him move in?”

“Wait, really?” Felix wondered. “Can I?”

“We have a lot of rooms.”

“That would be awesome. This place is way cooler and-”

“We can’t make that decision.” Chan interrupted. “The headmaster was the one that decided to have a co-ed dorm. I recommended Minho upon his request, but it’s out of our hands who can actually move in.”

“Why not just ask.” Jisung suggested. “I bet y/n would feel better with another omega around.”

“It wouldn’t hurt.” Minho added. “Y/n has been making progress, I mean, look at her now.”

“Yeah… Felix, if you agree to this, you’ll need to keep it a secret.” Chan stated. “Or else I don’t know what will happen.”

“I know, I know. I’m down to be your new roommate.”

“Just don’t get your hopes up.”

You snuggled against Minho, the boy pulling up a blanket to make sure you were warm. Everyone eventually fell asleep, although it was only normal you were all a bit sore come morning. Still, you had slept well with no nightmares, and that was worth the aches. Felix hung around with you more, it was only natural given he finally understood something so important about you. He’d even come by the dorm more often too. You were glad to have another friend, and happy that Chan and Minho didn’t object or say something. After the whole thing they had their guard up around you, but slowly they relaxed. You knew they’d do better, and you showed them nothing but trust. You had no idea something else was going on until it was brought to your attention.

“Guys.” Chan called as he entered the dorm. “I have some good news and bad news.”

“About what?” You questioned.

“It’s nothing serious.” Minho assured.

“But what is it?”

“So… Felix.” Chan looked over at the boy. “I spoke to the headmaster.”

“What did he say?” Felix asked. “Can I move in?”

“Wait, Felix is moving in?” You interrupted. “Since when.”

“Well… we all figured it would be best to have another omega around.” Minho explained. “So Chan asked about that, and I guess the headmaster liked the idea too.”

“Awesome!” Felix cheered. “I’m gonna start-”

“But.” Chan interrupted. “The headmaster doesn’t like the idea of the ratio being off right now.”

“What does that mean?” Jisung wondered.

“It means Felix can move in as long as another alpha does as well.”

“Cool. One for each of us.” Felix joked. “Do I get to pick?”

“You think we’re already paired off or something?” Jisung asked. “Cause we’re not.”

“Oh, I thought-”

“Felix doesn’t get to pick.” Chan cut in. “We all need to come to an agreement.”

“Y/n doesn’t know any other alphas besides us.” Minho reminded. “So how is that fair to her?”

“Well, I guess we just have to pitch our friends to her. Whoever we think can be trusted. Is that okay with you, y/n?”

“Uh… I… I guess… what’s another alpha in the dorm, right?”

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cherrythepuppet · 1 year ago

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Puppets before Christmas [Part 3]

AU belongs to @cloudy-dreams [This is only going to have 5 chapters! Each is pretty long word wise ha ha]

"This has never happened before!" The clown Dog, Barnaby, said "It's suspicious!" A witch exclaimed "It's peculiar!" Another witch exclaimed "It's scary!" A vampire

"Stand aside!" Howdy yelled "Coming through! We've got find (Y/n)! There's only 365 days left till next Halloween!" Howdy announced "364!" someone in the crowd yelled

"Is there anywhere we've forgotten to check?" Howdy asked "I looked in every mausoleum!" Barnaby said"We opened the sarcophagi!" "I tromped through the pumpkin patch!"

"I peeked behind the Cyclops's eye! I did! But They weren't there!" "It's time to sound the alarms!" Howdy yelled...."Frog's breath will overpower any odor" Wally mumbled as he poured the frog's breath into the pot but it smelled horrible and he began coughing

"Bitter!" He yelled while coughing "Worm's wart! Where's that worm's wart?!" He said as he searched the cabinets until he found the worms wort

"Wally, that soup ready yet?" Poppy asked "Coming!" Wally yelled as he poured the worms wort into the pot before getting a wooden spoon and bowl

After a moment Wally walked upstairs to where Poppy was working "lunch" he said as he set the bowl in front of poppy "Ah, what's that? Worm's wart! mmm, and...frog's breath" Poppy muttered

"What's wrong? I-I thought you liked frog's breath!" Wally replied "Nothing's more suspicious than frog's breath! Until you taste it I won't swallow a spoonful!" Poppy told him while she held the spoon out towards him

"I'm not hungry!" Wally lied as he knocked spoon onto the ground "Oops!" He mumbled before bending down to grab it "You want me to starve!? An old Woman like me who hardly has strength as it is. Me, to whom you owe your very life!" Poppy groaned

Wally moved the wooden spoon to hide it under the table before he pulled out a trick spoon from his sock then he stood up "Oh don't be silly" Wally chuckled He ate the soup with trick spoon "Mmmm, see. Scrumptious!" He said, Poppy was still skeptical but she at Ate soup...

"Did anyone think to dredge the lake?" Howdy asked "this morning!" Barnaby yelled then everyone went quiet As they could hear the sounds of faint meowing Everyone then looked in the direction of the meowing "(Y/n)'s back!" someone exclaimed

"Where have you been?" Howdy asked"Call a town meeting and I'll tell everyone all about it!" (Y/n) told him "When?" Howdy asked "Immediately!" (Y/n) yelled"Town meeting, town meeting, town meeting tonight, town meeting tonight!" Howdy announced as he drove around in his truck...

"Listen everyone. I want to tell you about Christmastown!" (Y/n) told the town as Music began playing

"There are objects so peculiar They were not to be believed All around, things to tantalize my brain It's a world unlike anything I've ever seen And as hard as I try I can't seem to describe Like a most improbable dream But you must believe when I tell you this It's as real as my skull and it does exist Here, let me show you This is a thing called a present The whole thing starts with a box!" "A box? is it steel?" "Are there locks?" "Is it filled with a pox?"

"A pox How delightful, a pox!" "If you please Just a box with bright-colored paper And the whole thing's topped with a bow!" "bow? But why? How ugly What's in it? What's in it?" "That's the point of the thing, not to know!""It's a bat Will it bend?" "It's a rat! Will it break?" "Perhaps it s the head that I found in the lake!" "

Listen now, you don't understand That's not the point of Christmas land Now, pay attention We pick up an oversized sock And hang it like this on the wall!" "Oh, yes! Does it still have a foot?" "Let me see, let me look!" "Is it rotted and covered with gook?" "Um, let me explain There's no foot inside, but there's candy Or sometimes it's filled with small toys!"

"Small toys?" "Do they bite?" "Do they snap?" "Or explode in a sack?" "Or perhaps they just spring out And scare girls and boys!" "What a splendid idea This Christmas sounds fun I fully endorse it Let's try it at once!"

"Everyone, please now, not so fast There's something here that you don't quite grasp Well, I may as well give them what they want And the best, I must confess, I have saved for the last For the ruler of this Christmas land!"

"Is a fearsome Queen with a deep mighty voice Least that's what I've come to understand And I've also heard it told That She's something to behold Like a lobster, huge and red When She sets out to slay with her rain gear on Carting bulging sacks with her big great arms!"

"That is, so I've heard it said And on a dark, cold night Under full moonlight She flies into a fog Like a vulture in the sky And they call her! Sally Claws!" Everyone was cheering as (Y/n) walked off "Well, at least they're excited But they don't understand That special kind of feeling in Christmas land Oh, well..." They mumbled

"You've poisoned me for the last time you wretched Doll!" Poppy yelled before she locks Wally away and a loud dingdong"Oh my head...the door is open!" She said

"Hel-lo?" (Y/n) yelled "(Y/n) Skellington, up here my Friend!" Poppy exclaimed "Dr. I need to borrow some equipment!" (Y/n) told poppy "Is that so, whatever for?" Poppy asked

"I'm conducting a series of experiments" (Y/n) explained "How perfectly marvelous! Curiosity killed the cat, you know!" Poppy said with a small laugh But that made (Y/n) frown "I know" They grumbled

"Come on into the lab and we'll get you all fixed up!" Poppy added, Wally heard everything as he was leaning aginast the door "Hmm. Experiments?" He asked quietly"Otoo, I'm home!" (Y/n) yelled as they began to set up all their science equipment then began working

"Interesting reaction....but what does it mean?" (Y/n) groaned before they heard a knock? At the window?(Y/n) walked over to the window and saw a basket hitting it, they opened the window and looked down to see the blue haired Ragdoll

Wally smiled at (Y/n) making their skull turn a small shade of grey, (Y/n) waved at Wally before taking the basketThey looked down but Wally was gone...After Wally gives (Y/n) them the basket and sneaks off He picks a flower which turned into a Christmas tree then catches on fire

"Something's up with (Y/n) Something's up with (Y/n)! Don't know if we're ever going to get Them back! They're all alone up there Locked away inside Never says a word Hope They haven't died Something's up with (Y/n)! Something's up with (Y/n)!"

"Christmas time is buzzing in my skull Will it let me be? I cannot tell There's so many things I cannot grasp When I think I've got it, and then at last Through my bony fingers it does slip Like a snowflake in a fiery grip Something here I'm not quite getting Though I try, I keep forgetting Like a memory long since past Here in an instant, gone in a flash What does it mean? What does it mean?"

"In these little bric-a-brac A secret's waiting to be cracked These dolls and toys confuse me so Confound it all, I love it though Simple objects, nothing more But something's hidden through a door Though I do not have the key Something's there I cannot see What does it mean? What does it mean? What does it mean?"

"Hmm... I've read these Christmas books so many times I know the stories and I know the rhymes I know the Christmas carols all by heart My skull's so full, it's tearing me apart As often as I've read them, something's wrong So hard to put my bony finger on Or perhaps it's really not as deep As I've been led to think Am I trying much too hard? Of course!"

"I've been too close to see The answer's right in front of me Right in front of me It's simple really, very clear Like music drifting in the air Invisible, but everywhere Just because I cannot see it Doesn't mean I can't believe it You know, I think this Christmas thing It's not as tricky as it seems And why should they have all the fun?"

"It should belong to anyone Not anyone, in fact, but me Why, I could make a Christmas tree And there's no reason I can find I couldn't handle Christmas time I bet I could improve it too And that's exactly what I'll do Hee,hee,hee!" (Y/n) pushed open the windows "Eureka!! This year, Christmas will be ours!" they exclaimed as the town began to cheer but Wally looked worried...

"Patience, everyone! (Y/n) has a special Job for each of us! Dr. Poppy, your Xmas assignment is ready. Dr. Poppy to the front of the line!" Howdy announced "I knew it! Dr. thank you for coming! We need some of these!" (Y/n) said as they showed a picture of Santa and sleigh

"Hmm.. their construction should be exceedingly simple. I think" Poppy mumbled "How horrible our Xmas will be!" Howdy exclaimed"No--how jolly!" (Y/n) corrected making Howdy switch faces "Oh, how jolly our Xmas will be..." He said befire he gets pelted by rocks then sees the three trick or treaters

"What are you doing here?!" He asked"(Y/n) sent for us!" Julie grinned "Specifically!" Frank said "By name!" Eddie added "(Y/n)! (Y/n) it's Home's Henchpeople!" Howdy yelled

"Ah, Halloween's finest trick or treaters. The job I have for you is top secret. It requires craft, cunning, mischief!" (Y/n) told the three"And we thought you didn't like us, (Y/n)!" Eddie said with a laugh "Absolutely no one is to know about it. Not a soul. Now!" (Y/n) replied

(Y/n) whispered the plan to them before speaking louder nkw "And one more thing -- leave that no account Home out of this!" They demanded "Whatever you say, (Y/n)!" "Of course (Y/n)!" "Wouldn't dream of it (Y/n)!"all said with their fingers crossed before they ran out of the town and to a small little tree house

"Kidnap Mrs Sally Claws!" "I wanna do it!" "Let's draw straws!" "(Y/n) said we should work together!" "Three of a kind!" "Birds of a feather!" "Now and forever Wheeee La, la, la, la, la Kidnap the Sally Claws, lock her up real tight Throw away the key and then Turn off all the lights!"

"First, we're going to set some bait Inside a nasty trap and wait When She comes a-sniffing we will Snap the trap and close the gate!" "Wait! I've got a better plan To catch this big red lobster Star! Let's pop her in a boiling pot And when She's done we'll butter her up!"

"Kidnap the Sally Claws Throw her in a box Bury her for ninety years Then see if She talks!" "Then Mr. Home Can take the whole thing over then He'll be so pleased, I do declare That he will cook her rare!" "I say that we take a cannon Aim it at her door And then knock three times And when She answers Sally Claws will be no more!"

"You're so stupid, think now lf we blow her up to smithereens We may lose some pieces And then (Y/n) will beat us black and green!" "Kidnap the Sally Claws! Tie her in a bag Throw her in the ocean Then, see if She is sad!" "Because Mr. Home is the meanest guy around If I were on his list, I'd get out of town!"

"He'll be so pleased by our success That he'll reward us too, I'll bet!" "Perhaps he'll make his special brew Of snake and spider stew Ummm! We're his little henchmen and We take our job with pride We do our best to please him And stay on his good side!"

"I wish my cohorts weren't so dumb!" "I'm not the dumb one!" "You're no fun!" "Shut up!" "Make me!""I've got something, listen now This one is real good, you'll see We'll send a present to her door Upon there'll be a note to read Now, in the box we'll wait and hide Until her curiosity entices her to look inside!" "And then we'll have her One, two, three!"

"Kidnap the Sally Claws, beat her with a stick Lock her up for ninety years, see what makes her tick Kidnap the Sally Claws, chop him into bits Mr. Home is sure to get his kicks! Kidnap the Sally Claws, see what we will see Lock her in a cage and then, throw away the key!"

"Sally Claws..hahaha!" Home exclaimed.....

#welcome home #welcome home au #wally darling #wally darling x reader #nightmare before christmas #Nightmare before Christmas au

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cloudywriting05 · 11 months ago

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don’t delete the kisses

chapter one.

“Corroborating with the previous sources, it’s evident that the Capitol’s victory was necessary and the biggest step Panem has taken to a brighter future. Thank you.”

The class erupted into a weak applause. Clemensia smiled cunningly, swiftly gathering her notes from the pod, and strutting up to her seat in the second row. What a stupid girl, Coriolanus thought to himself while slowly clapping. Her conclusion was feeble and predictable, not stable enough for a convincing argument nor strong enough to get the point truly across. Times like these he is not surprised she begs him for academic assistance, with a little favour of course. The truth was there was not one person on the face of this earth that Coriolanus truly cared about, not a singular one. He did not believe that love was real and had more of a placebo theory. One convinces themselves that the person they find attractive for their outer appearance is the one for them. They spend months pining after them, creating ideas in their own head in the meanwhile, consuming media that depicts ‘love’ for hours, and media that tells them it exists; it just simply does not.

At least he has never felt it. He cared about people. He had attraction towards a few girls, fucking a lot of them, but never once truly felt love for them. It just simply wasn’t something he’d experienced in his eighteen years of life. Not once. Not ever. At one point, he believed something was wrong with him. He would finish in a girl’s mouth and send her home. She then would send him a letter reading ‘your amazing x’, and all Coriolanus would acknowledge is how she has a grammatical era; it’s you’re. If you’re going to spell it wrong, get rid of the kisses at the end and save yourself the embarrassment, he would think.

He sat there, twiddling with his pen lost in his own thoughts. The thoughts being what would he eat for dinner if he finishes all his lunch? Nothing. His dilemma abruptly interrupted by Dr Gaul announcing her presence from the back for the room. Startled, Coriolanus along with his other peers remain silent. Coriolanus often wondered if she was not a staff member, why she didn’t situate her laboratory elsewhere, somewhere far away from the Academy.

“Hello everyone, I take you are quite busy due to assignments, presentations and exams being due within the next couple of weeks,” she began, her frizzy hair almost moving along with her words, “I hope you’re taking your studies seriously. Average is simply not accepted. I am here to notify you we have a new student, someone of reputable background and new to the Capitol. Her IQ is recorded as one of the highest in the entirety of Panem within the last forty years, please treat her accordingly.”

Highest in the whole of Panem? Within the last forty years? This was including both Coriolanus and Sejanus’s fathers. All their fathers and mothers. Even before the dark days? A girl? This wasn’t possible, Coriolanus thought to himself. Already seething in his seat at the announcement of her arrival. Why was no one else’s announcement announced? What made this girl so different? Coriolanus pondered, his jealousy seeping. The entire class watched as Dr Gaul walked towards the door and opened it slightly, peeking her head outside and mumbling something.

“Here she is. Everyone, welcome her.” Dr Gaul urged. The entire class remained silent, waiting for her to walk through the door.

Coriolanus eagerly glared at the door. A girl entered the room, her head held high. The feeling of irritation instantly leaving his body, now replaced by astonishment. His body heat up, heartbeat raising at the mere sight of this girl. She stood self-assuredly at the top of the stairs, her smile was there for a moment, and then gone. Coriolanus looked around the room desperately, praying someone would make her smile again, anyone. He desperately wanted to see it again. She was a district girl before, who was now rich? And she looked the way she did? In the districts? How was it possible she got out alive without being kidnapped or harmed for being appealing as she was? Coriolanus questioned; bewildered.

Her hair was dark and curly, falling past her shoulders. Her skin was like what Coriolanus could only describe as a penny; bronze, warm, like she’d been outside actively. Nobody in the Capitol looked like that, nobody. Her smile was bright as well, not like other District pests. Her eyes were striking, alluring, dark. Coriolanus, abnormally nervous, observed as she scanned the room. Silently admitting to himself she was exasperatingly gorgeous. The uniform sat on her astonishingly well, it looked tailored, her figure seeping out of the unappealing pieces of cloth. Coriolanus snapped his head towards the sound of his male peers in the row ahead of him eagerly tapping each other’s elbows, indicating that he was not the only person taken aback by her appearance. Aggravating him vastly.

She spoke after standing for a while, “Hi, everyone. I feel as though Dr Gaul here has given me a great introduction, but I hope I don't have to remind anyone that my academic achievements don't define who I am as a person. What I love, or what I believe. So, there’s no need to be shy, talk to me. I’m not stuck up, I promise.”

With that Coriolanus was seething once again. She was more articulate than him although she grew up in the districts. How does it make any sense? She is prettier, smarter, and more confident than any he’d ever come across in the Capitol. Her voice was awfully delicate too, her accent was distinct. District 2? Coriolanus was bewildered by the situation, but still, he took the opportunity to stare at her for as long as he could, it was the only time he’d get away with doing so. He sat in his chair wondering how he could ever graduate on top if she was here.

She was gorgeous and intelligent with an aura that could make anyone weak. How could he land on top if she existed? He needed her out. Immediately.

#the hunger games #tbosas #coriolanus x oc #young coriolanus snow #ballads of songbirds and snakes #coriolanus x reader #smut #coriolanus fanfiction #coriolanus snow

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niabang · 11 months ago

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Only Me and You

Continuation of The Summer it Came True

Previous chapter

Chapter 7

Pairings: Bangchan × black female reader

Disclamer: This chapter contains smut. MINORS DNI. Soft dom/service top chan, protected sex (don't be silly wrap your willy.) Well ig that's it.

This is my first time writing smut so please take it easy on me 😔. Feedback on how I can improve is very much appreciated btw ♡

More under the cut!

You woke up in desperate need of your boyfriend, and you had not gotten over what you guys started yesterday.

You sat up on your bed and started packing up your things. You were going to move into his room. You guys always slept together anyway.

You brushed your teeth, packed up your bags, and made your way to his room. When you got there, he was in his bathroom, so you didn't announce yourself and just started to unpack.

"Wow, what's all this?" He asked when he came out.

"What does it look like to you? I'm moving in." You answered.

"I thought you didn't want to share a room with me?" He said with a smirk.

"I mean, there's no point. We sleep together all the time anyway, so just be quiet and let me do what I'm doing." Chan gave you a defeated "okay" and sat on his bed with his back resting on the headboard, and he was doing something on his phone.

While you were still trying to arrange your things in Chan's wardrobe, you heard him complain about the weather being "too hot" and before you could register anything, chan took his shirt off right in front of you.

You were starting to believe that he was well aware of the effect he had on you, and he wasn't so innocent.

You finished arranging your stuff and got in bed with Chan. When you did, Chan dropped his phone and faced you.

"Come here." He said while he pulled you onto his lap. You were wearing one of his shirts that you stole from him with nothing but panties under it.

"Is this my shirt?" Chan asked, smiling at you.

"Yeah, why?" You were trying to sound as collected as you could and ignore the fact that you were already getting soaked just from straddling him.

"You own a whole fashion line, but you're always taking my clothes." He said, and moved his hands from your waist to your hips.

You couldn't even say anything and just maintained eye contact with your boyfriend.

"What?" He asked you when he realized you weren't saying anything.

"I want a kiss." You didn't even realize when those words left your mouth.

"Say, please." Was he being serious right now? There was no way you were about to beg for a kiss no matter how much you wanted it.

"No." You told him simply.

"Then you're not getting it." And he went back to his phone like it was nothing and completely ignored you being on his lap.

"Channn." You whined and pouted.

"All you have to do is say please, and I'll give you what you want." He said, sounding unbothered. Was he not suffering from the same extreme horniness you were?

"Chan, please, can I have a kiss?" He dropped his phone when he heard that and looked up at him.

"That's more like it." After that sentence was made, you guys proceeded to have the nastiest make-out sesh ever.

While you guys were kissing, you tried to grind your hips on Chan, looking for some friction, and Chan seemed to notice that and used his hands to guide your hips.

You could feel his bulge under your clothed cunt, and you were sure you had left a wet spot on his pants.

Chan's lips were so soft and warm and his tongue moved so well against yours. The room was silent except for the smacking of lips, the occasional groans from the chan and your whiny moans.

Chan had slipped his hands under your, well his shirt and he froze when he realized that you were barely clothed underneath.

He pulled away from the kiss and looked at you, then you whined from the loss of contact.

"Can I?" He asked, holding on to the hem of his shirt. This was you and Chan's first time together, and you realized that he had never seen you naked before. You were kind of shy.

You nodded and let Chan take his shirt off of you, and when you were completely bare, he took some time to look you up and down. Your skin probably felt boiling hot.

"Baby you're so beautiful." And after he said that, he flipped you over, so he was on top of you. The necklace that you got him was still on his neck and was now dangling in your face.

Chan went in for a short kiss and then pulled away to move to your neck. He sucked down on your flesh, and the only thing you could say was, "Oh my god."

He moved down from your neck and took one of your breasts in his mouth. He was so skilled with his tongue, and when he bit down a bit on one of your nipples you couldn't help but arch your back at how good it felt.

Your hands went up into his hair, and Chan groaned. After showing your breasts enough love, he placed kisses on all the other parts of your body till he got to the hem of your panties.

"Chan, take them off, please." You needed him to touch you. You felt like you would combust if he didn't.

"I will, baby, but you have to be patient, okay?" He was really taking his time.

He proceeded to kiss your inner thighs and nibble on your skin upwards until he got to your clothed entrance.

You wondered how long he was going to tease you for, and you were full of excitement when he finally started pulling your panties down.

When your cunt was finally revealed to him, you swear you saw his eyes darken.

"Fuck baby you're so pretty." His compliments made your skin burn up.

"I'm going to stretch you out, okay? And I want you to tell me if it feels good." You nodded your head at his words and Chan removed his attention from your face to your cunt.

He inserted one finger into you, and you swear you saw stars. It had been so long and Chan just knew what to do and how to do it.

You were a complete mess by the time Chan was steadily thrusting his finger in and out of you, and you were even more fucked out when he put in a second finger and slightly curved them. He was hitting all your spots so well, and you were sure you weren't going to last any longer.

Chan didn't stop there and used his thumb to stimulate your overly sensitive his clit. He was so good with his fingers, and you were already starting to cry from the pleasure.

Your moans and whines filled the whole room, and chan obviously enjoyed hearing them, so he went even faster, which made you instantly arch your back and hold on to the sheets for dear life.

You picked up a pillow and put it over your face to muffle your screams and Chan instantly took it from you and tossed it to the side.

"Don't do that again. I want to hear you and see your face." He said that and wiped the tears from his eyes.

He was still going with his fingers, and you felt a knot in your stomach which caused you to lose it.

"Chan plea-, oh my god, fuck." You couldn't even make out a full sentence. And Chan instantly knew what was coming.

"Baby do you want to cum?" He asked you as if you could even answer him.

"Chan, please don't-, don't stop, please." You managed to get those words out, and you heard Chan saying something about how you were clenching around his fingers.

"Chan I'm going to- ah fuck." Your legs went numb for a bit and your release hit you like a brick. You didn't even realize that you were sobbing all through.

Chan slowed down his fingers to help you down from your high. And when he had successfully helped you through your orgasm, he pulled his fingers out of you and came up to wipe your tears and kiss you.

"Chan please I need you." You told him when you had regained your senses and noticed that he was still in his pants.

"Are you sure you can take it?" He asked you and you assured him that you could, but your words came back to bite you in the ass when you saw the size of Chan's cock.

He was a healthy 5 to 6 inches, but he was so girthy, and you could see the veins pulsing around his cock. You changed your mind. There was no way it would fit.

Chan got a condom from his drawer, put it on, stroked himself a few times and positioned his tip at your entrance before slowly going in.

"Chan, I can't take it." You might have been a little too confident.

"Yes, you can." He told you, and you both gasped at the same time when he was finally in you.

You winced at the mixture of pain and pleasure of your walls being stretched out. It You felt so full

"Fuck you're so tight, kel, this is going to be a bit disappointing." You understood him pretty well because you knew how long it had been for him too.

"Give me a minute." Chan stayed still buried deep inside of him, trying to stabilize himself. You just wanted him to move already.

Chan started moving, but it was an agonizingly slow pace, and you just wanted him to fuck you dumb.

"Chan please can you go faster?" And he rammed into you hard and fast at the sound of your request.

You let out a stream of yeses as Chan continued to go in and out of you.

"You're taking me so well, baby." He lifted your leg and threw it over his shoulder so he could go even deeper, and you had to hold onto him for support. He was making you feel so good.

He lowered himself onto you, used his hands to cup your breast and started to kiss you. He was so unbelievably deep, and you dug your nails into his back.

Chan started to thrust into you faster and deeper, plus he was becoming more vocal, so you knew he was about to cum. He pulled you closer to him, and you felt him harden up and pulse inside of you before you felt his warm cum fill the condom, and then he pulled out and disposed of it.

When he got back, you had gone under the sheets, and he joined you in there and gave you lots of cuddles and kisses.

He showered you with compliments too and told you how much he loved you. You swore you were about to cry.

"Thank you for making me feel good, Chan." You said and covered his face in kisses.

"I'm not going to give it to you so easily next time, just so you know." He told you.

"Hmm, is that so Mr. Bang?" You were already thinking about a next time, and you couldn't wait.

You guys stayed in bed with each other for a while till Chan said to get you cleaned up so you guys could eat.

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ggjunkie · 7 months ago

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Heavenly Hazards

Chapter 4

“Why do you have an invite from The Adam?”

You pause from where you’re bent at the waist, attempting to open a pack of water bottles. You’re very obviously losing the battle, the plastic only wrinkling under your grip. At his question, you hesitate, unsure of what he’s referencing, before remembering that damn ticket. An annoyed groan on your lips, you release your grasp on the plastic and quickly straighten your spine with a weak pop.

“I don’t know,” you shrug, exasperation from the stub creeping into your voice. You try to keep it steady; it’s not Aeson you’re annoyed at. “I live near the venue, so I figured…”

From behind, Aeson guffaws in disbelief. For a split moment, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of frustration at his reaction. He doesn’t understand- it’s not like you asked for it. “Dude, he signed it. That’s his signature.”

You finally spin around, taking in his paled expression. He looks as though he’s holding back a laugh, unsure if this whole situation is a joke. At his concern, you begin to feel your walls crawling up. He doesn’t need to be scared. You’re in heaven. Nothing bad can happen to you now…

Right?

“Yeah, I’m aware” You snipe. Aeson’s face falls, and so does your mind’s defensive stance. He’s just trying to help. “I’m sorry, I just… I guess he doesn’t usually do that?”

“No, he doesn’t” his voice is softer, as if approaching a scared animal. He’s walking on eggshells and it tightens your throat in guilt. This conversation is teetering towards something serious, and if your sweaty palms were any indication, you don’t like it. “He doesn’t even officially announce his concerts. He expects everyone to just show up– except you, apparently.”

Your mouth starts to feel dry, “Oh. Maybe I knew him while we were alive?”

At that, Aeson actually laughs. “Yeah, sure– if you were alive in the Garden of Eden. That’s Adam. The Adam. The First Man, Adam. How did you even get this?”

A flash of golden feathers crosses your mind.

You ignore it.

Instead, you shrug, the weight of the situation finally weighing on your shoulders like a heavy blanket. You’re hoping if you don’t look it in the eyes, then it won’t be real. Rather, you avert your gaze to the floor, fingers half-mindedly picking at the seam of your robe. It’s only your first week in heaven. Did this mean you were in trouble? If you didn’t go, though, you’d only receive more and more tickets. How did you even end up with one?

“Well,” Aeson draws out, earning your attention. He has more color to him, the once-dulled twinkle in his eye shining as bright as ever. “Maybe we can both go.”

“Oh? Do I get a plus one?” You know it’s wishful thinking, but can’t help the relief that washes in like a comforting wave.

“Nope,” That wave instantly recedes, the metaphorical beach transforming into a dry, disgusting desert. “But I can sneak in under your robes.” You couldn’t help but giggle at that, playfully swatting at his chest.

“Yeah, no.”

“Eh, worth a shot. You should still go, it could be fun!”

You tilt your head, weighing the pros and cons. Pros? Fun concert! Cons? Everything. “Ehhhh, some rando inviting me to his concert? Kinda creepy.”

Aeson nods in agreement. “No totally. From what I hear, he’s an asshole who’ll try to get in any bombshell’s pants. But dude… free concert ticket. Just sneak out before it ends– I can even find something to do nearby in case you need help or something.”

You pucker your lips in thought, not even sure who Aeson would hear that gossip from, before sagging your shoulders in hesitant defeat. “Yeah alright, you got me. However, if I go, then you have to come with me to buy some better clothes and makeup. Your treat.”

Aeson, ever the optimist, beams at the idea of a day out on the town. “Deal!”

–

You had to learn the hard way that if you give Aeson an inch, he’ll take a mile. And after inviting him into your apartment for a bottle of water, suddenly he decided he can come and go as he pleases.

Safe to say, the pounding on your door shattered the peaceful stillness of your apartment like a sledgehammer through glass. Startled from your sleep, your mind struggled to shake off the grogginess as you reached for awareness in the dimly lit room.

Heart pounding, you sat up abruptly, disoriented and confused by the abrupt banging. For a moment, the fear of the possible intruder gripped you tightly, your pulse racing with adrenaline-fueled dread. But as your senses gradually sharpened, the rational part of your brain came forward.

You were in heaven now, far away from the dangers of the mortal world. Not to mention, even the most polite robbers wouldn’t knock on your front door and wait for you to let them in. With a shaky exhale, you forced your racing heart to slow its frantic pace.

Careful not to make a sound, you slipped out of bed and tiptoed across the room, every step cautious and deliberate as you made your way downstairs, afraid to open the door to a pair of golden wings. As you reached the bottom of the stairs, you paused, hand hovering uncertainly over the doorknob, before swinging it open.

As the door unfastened, it revealed a hyper Aeson standing on the other side, his expression a mix of excitement and mischief. Relief washed over you in waves as you took in his familiar face.

“Come on, we gotta go look at clothes!”

–

The promenade unfolded before you, offering not only an array of food, but also a variety of charming shops that transformed it into a fanciful mall of sorts.

Amidst the crowd, you couldn't resist the allure of the cute robes on display. They were perfect for providing coverage, while also presenting different cute patterns. That way, you can still look and feel like an angel, but at least an angel with a personality. With a grin, you snagged a few, already envisioning how they would look. You stuffed them into Aesons arms, making him pay for you.

As you kept an eye out and about for a good makeup store, you nearly toppled over someone in your path. With a startled gasp, you moved to apologize, only to feel your expression sour as you realized it was the platinum-haired girl from yesterday. There was a hint of satisfaction in her smirk as she caught sight of your reaction, but it quickly vanished as her gaze landed on Aeson beside you.

“Are you two on a date right now?” she didn’t seem pleased.

“Wh-no!” you were taken aback. “What is your obsession? We’re friends! We do friend activities!”

Tuning out Aeson's playful jabber about how you “called me your friend.”, you were caught off guard by the sudden shift in atmosphere as the platinum-haired girl fixed her piercing gaze on you once more.

“Will you be in attendance for the concert tonight?”

"How did you—" you began, your voice faltering as she cut you off.

"I'm Lute. Adam's Lute," she stated firmly, her words laden with authority, leaving no room for argument. "But you don't get to call me that. You call me Lieutenant.” She thought, before adding a quieter, “We’re friends.”

The air crackled with tension as you struggled to process her words, your mind racing with questions. The most pressing of which burned on your tongue, demanding to be voiced.

"Why do I have a ticket?" you asked, your voice tinged with a mix of apprehension and defiance.

Lute's frown deepened at your question, her displeasure palpable as she delivered her blunt response.

"He thinks you're hot," she stated matter-of-factly, her words punctuated by Aeson's nervous laughter before he wisely fell silent under her withering gaze. "And you have a nice rack. Which I agree. I'll see you tonight."

With that, Lute turned on her heel and disappeared into the throng of people, leaving you standing there, feeling exposed and vulnerable beneath her penetrating scrutiny.

"What a bitch," you muttered under your breath, the weight of her words echoing in your mind long after she had gone.

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growup-thatbeautiful · 1 year ago

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Pretty Girl | 4. last goodbye

1. pretty girl. | 2. lover, you should’ve come over | 3. been on my mind | 4. last goodbye | 5. hold my hand

warnings: cursing, discussions of an ed (if that’s not something you want to read, you can skip this chapter and read the next one!)

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enews Do we see some drama raining on the new couple's parade? After they publically announced their relationship, Y/n Y/l/n"s ex Davey George was interviewed with Vouge and cast some light on the previously dark recent breakup scandal. Here are some of the highlights we collected for you.

About their relationship: "She was distant throughout the relationship. Call it prioritizing her career, but it just felt like I was a second thought. Which, you know, is funny, considering how it felt like I was the one doing her a favor by going out with her in the first place. I mean, she was a mess when we first got together. Crying all the time, shit like that. It felt like she couldn't be real around me because of how much she was upset about a breakup that I got the impression she didn't even care about... It was one guy after the other, for her, with a few girls mixed in, and I can see why nothing ever stuck. Good luck to Seresin, though."

About the breakup: "Things got bad, quick. One day, she was cuddling with me and watching movies, the next she can't stand to see me and is fucking around with some guy behind my back...I should've expected it from someone like her. All I did was take care of her, and she tossed me aside. Literally. She threw my shit out the window, changed the locks, the whole nine yards. Wouldn't even listen when I tried to explain myself."

About the recent announcement: "Shit, man, I can't say I'm surprised. She ran out of guys not in her friend group to fuck. All I can say is that Bradshaw and Machado better watch the fuck out. Even her best friend's man isn't out of the picture...It won't last long, though. Her shit'll get in the way like it always does. First, she'll stop being fun, then she'll stop eating. All the crap you'd expect from a model, right?"

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jakeyswiffe this is absolutely horrible

daveyyyy i knew there was some reason he was so upset, what a bitch

y/nsgirl anyone else smell bs?

bradbradbob she better stay away from bradley

-> natasha_pho for reallll

seresinhangman did he really say all of this?? i knew he was a shitty person

models_uno she sounds horrible omg

y/nhubby damn this is so disappointing to hear, stay safe out there guys

jakeeee_s okay but anyone else upset that he talked about her ed like that??

-> callieslove definitely

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Messages

you: i didn’t cheat on him

jakey: baby

you: i didn’t do it i swear

you: i don’t want you to think i would do something like that

jakey: i know you didn’t

jakey: he’s a goddamn liar

jakey: and that’s not what i’m worried about

you: what are you worried about?

you: i mean i’m dedicated to my job but it won’t get in the way or anything

jakey: i’m not worried about that either

you: ??

jakey: honey

jakey: have you eaten today?

you: yes

jakey: i’m gonna ask again

jakey: have you eaten today?

you: i said yes

you: is this about what davey said?

jakey: is it true?

you: some of it

you: i’m better than i used to be

jakey: okay

jakey: why didn’t you tell me?

you: it’s not that easy

you: and i didn’t think it was important

jakey: how could this not be important

you: i don’t my ed to be the thing that defines me

you: i already have enough labels, i didn’t need any more

jakey: that has nothing to do with us though

jakey: it’s not like i would tell anyone

you: you would look at me different

you: everyone does when they find out

jakey: i don’t see you any different

jakey: i’m not like all of your shitty exes

you: really?

you: that’s what you want to bring up?

jakey: i didn’t mean it like that and you know it

you: sure

jakey: i’m just saying that i’m different from them

jakey: i care about you and i don’t want to see you get hurt

you: oh, haven’t you heard?

you: apparently i’m going to be the one to hurt you and throw you out of my apartment

jakey: come on

jakey: don’t be like that

you: i’m not being like anything

you: i’m going to sleep

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Messages

you: are you busy?

tash: not particularly

you: i need a tasha hug

tash: babe you’re in new york

tash: but i can get a plane ticket

you: not if you have anything important

tash: come on

tash: you’re more important than anything else

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You put down your phone and curl up further into the mess of blankets and pillows that you’ve scattered around your bed. Even thought it’s night, the city noise is still going strong outside, but you’re high up enough for it to be a distant, pleasant hum other than it’s actual chaotic bustle. It’s one of the perks of having enough money to buy yourself an apartment as high as you want.

Your PR manager told you to lay low for a while, not because you did anything wrong, but because it would give her time to figure out a way to take this into your hands. You can’t complain; you’re not sure you would be up for doing much right now.

It’s not like this was anything unexpected. Eventually- because Davey never could stand not having attention- someone was going to say something about you. You’ve finally come to accept that, in your line of work, you don’t really have room for secrets.

But right now, it feels so overwhelming. You’ve had exes share details about you before (the whole world knows that you hide in closets at parties when you want alone time), but it’s never been anything as…personal.

And then there’s Jake. The conversation you had earlier with him didn’t exactly go as you wanted it to, and now, for the first time in weeks, he’s in San Diego while you’re in New York. It had been pre-planned for you to go back to your apartment for a while and for him to get enough space in his house for you to move in some of your stuff, but the timing feels abrupt. You have your first fight and you can’t even look him in the eye. You can’t make up with a few words and a kiss, and he can’t sweep you off your feet in a bear-like hug.

You could break first and ask him to come to New York. But after some of the things he said, you’re not sure if you want to be that person. For your whole career, you’ve been positioned as a girl who chases after the guy until he’s too boring. With Jake, it hadn’t been like that. It had been a whirlwind, and you undeniably wanted him just as much as he wanted you, but it had also been easy.

It’s always been true that no matter how mad at Jake you are, you still want him by your side. But do you still want him by your side if he doesn’t trust you? If he thinks you’re keeping secrets from him based on one interview, how can something long-term possibly last? If he can’t be supportive when you need him to be, then how can you stay with him?

You’re not embarrassed or ashamed of your history with food. It’s something you’ve been struggling with for years, and you can proudly say that you’re much better now than you used to be. But that doesn’t meant that you haven’t had setbacks. While you were dating Davey, there was a particularly hard shoot. Your body, which you’re used to being on display, hadn’t looked how you wanted it to look, especially compared to the other women you worked with. Against them, you didn’t feel like you deserved to be on the cover of any magazine.

So you’d skipped meals. It didn’t start intentionally. It was hardest on lazy days when you didn’t have anything planned. It was so easy to tell yourself that you didn’t need food, and Davey wasn’t around enough to notice or help you. It was a hard time, but, with help from Natasha, you’d gotten yourself out of the situation. Part of that meant getting rid of Davey, which turned out exactly how you thought it would: with him telling the world about all your flaws.

Tossing and turning throughout most of the night, you end up falling asleep with Jake’s hoodie underneath your head.

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y/n.username i’m so so proud and humbled to have been included in this project. taylor, thank you for choosing me to be a part of your beautiful, tragic vision. it came at just the right time for me. all too well (10 minute version) (taylor’s version) the short film out now. 🧣 good luck, babes.

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y/n.fan what did he do to her 😭

roo_bradshaw so proud of you ♥️

taylorswift Working with your was a dream ♥️

-> natashasgirll uhh new moms just dropped?

tasha.trace i love you!!

tasha.trace i’m gonna cry i adore you

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jakeyswifee she doesn’t post anything for a month then drops this, love a chaos queen

-> tasha.trace i support all of her chaos

maverick.mitchell You’ve now convinced me: you can do anything.

model_y/n oh you can tell that she’s not acting in some scenes

model_y/n don’t let jake see this

swiftietaylor the combo i didn’t know i needed

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Messages

javy: hey

javy: i’m proud of you!

you: thanks :))

javy: he really misses you, you know

javy: i know he was an idiot

javy: and that probably hasn’t changed

javy: but he’s a mess

javy: and he’s sorry for whatever he did

you: he didn’t tell you?

javy: he wouldn’t say a thing

you: did he ask you to say this?

javy: he’s too proud to do that

javy: as his best friend, i know when he’s suffering and when he’s too stubborn to admit he was wrong

javy: right now he’s both

you: right

you: thanks for telling me

javy: at least let him know you’re okay

javy: are you okay?

you: i am

you: i do miss jake though

javy: tell him that

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It’s been a month. A month of throwing yourself into your work and trying to pretend that whatever was happening with Jake, wasn’t happening. You thought that the fight would blow over. He would apologize, or you would make him apologize, and you would be back to spending your days staring into his ocean eyes.

But every-time you thought about reaching out, you could never convince yourself to actually reach out and accept his hand. He’s tried to talk to you, through text messages and missed calls, but you’ve stayed strong.

Then you got the opportunity of a lifetime to work with Taylor on a short film, and that was the distraction you needed to clear the anger and the fog of grief from out of your mind. Being in such an emotional, raw project allowed you to feel your own emotions as well as dip into your character’s. Tasha’s been with you the whole time, sometimes physically and sometimes virtually when she had to work. Callie’s been there too; she even made a girls trip up to New York despite being in the middle of a directing project. If any of the other Mav’s have felt awkward talking to you, they haven’t shown it. The only difference has been the lack of Jake.

Now, you’re starting to doubt if it’s worth it to keep up the lack of communication. Jake’s been part of your life for so long, and you miss him. You kind of wish there was something deeper behind it, but it’s really that simple: you miss Jake. More often than not you find yourself asking the question is it really worth it to miss him when you could try and sort out the misunderstanding?

If Javy’s telling the truth and Jake really is a mess, like you are, then maybe it’s time to reach out. Surely you can sort this out, right? You can explain your side like an adult, and Jake can tell you his.

You still think- no, you know, that he was wrong to say what he said. But part of you recognizes now that he had been hurting just like you had. Now that the drama has died down, you find yourself wanting Jake to come back, mistakes and all.

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you: hey

you: do you want to talk?

jakey: i would love to

jakey: call me?

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A/n: how’s everyone feeling? lots of big emotions here lol

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sweetlyskz · 2 years ago

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For Better or For Worse

Chapter Four: Lonely

Pairing: Ot7 x reader

Overview: you weren’t thrilled to be moving in with bangtan but you learned to come to terms with it. Your father however did not. When truths come to light and secrets are revealed, will you switch sides or simply exclude yourself from the situation altogether?

Genre: Mafia Au, Strangers to lovers, yandere Au

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Everyone had left for work, leaving you in this half empty mansion all by yourself. Well- they left a couple of guards around the house but they're for protection, not company.

Ever since Taehyung painted with you in the backyard, you've had a little more courage getting out of bed. You had a little more hope that things would turn around, that things would get better. But there is one thing that bothers you.

No one is ever home.

You thought living with seven guys would be terrible, that part is true, but another part of you thought that living with them would keep you from going insane. They went through all this trouble to get you, and now that you're here none of them will spend time with you. Even Tae has been distant after painting together.

This house was way too big for just one person to be in it all the time. Even with all of the guards around it still feels empty, lonely. There's a whole other side of this house you haven't even seen yet. What's over there? you wonder.

Walking through the hallway of the other side of the house made you feel nervous, like you weren't supposed to be there. But the mysteriousness of it all was calling you, begging you. You turned a corner, face to face with a door, painted black with a do not enter sticker on it. It was speaking to you. Come closer, grab the door knob, please. This door was made just for you. So you followed the doors orders.

But the door was locked. Oh well, you thought. Maybe it was a sign to go back to your room, curl up in a ball, and wallow in your self-pity.

“What are you doing over here?” You heard a loud voice question from down the hall. “The bosses gave strict orders for you to stay on the left side of the mansion. Let's go.

You rolled your eyes. “So, what you are saying is that you’re a worthless prick who does whatever any man tells him to. Got it.”

After that stunt, best believe you went to your room in haste.

All of the secrets, all of the lies. It’s not fair. They know everything about you and you know nothing about them. At least your father was transparent. He didn’t keep secrets (for the most part). There was no hiding guns, private meetings, or secret business agreements back home.

Home. You miss that. Having a place to call home, somewhere to feel safe and comfortable. They had each other. They seem happy together, so why do they need you? To gain leverage on your father? To take Seoul territory for themselves? The darkness started to mess with your head. They don’t need you. They don’t and neither does your father. If you were out of the picture, so much would be better.

A couple knocks to your bedroom door had snapped you out of your thoughts. “Come in!”

The guard from the other side of the house walked in. Immediately, you backed up and pulled the knife from your end table. He put his hands up in defense.

“I’m not here to hurt you ma'am”, He announced. “I just wanted to apologize for what happened earlier. Please don’t tell my bosses.”

“Tell them what exactly? That I was somewhere I wasn’t supposed to and a guard put me back in my place?” You raised your eyebrows, putting the knife back down on your nightstand. “Don’t worry. I’m taking that one to the grave.”

He smiled. “Thank you. Don’t take this the wrong way but I thought you were gonna be–”

“Mean, heartless, and cruel?”

“Something like that”, he laughed. “You’re more… down to earth, I guess.”

“Yeah, I guess four years of college will do that to you”, you blushed. His smile turned into what looked like shock.

“Your family allowed you to go to college? That’s a new one”, He joked.

You frowned. “What is that supposed to mean?” He threw his hands up in defense again.

“N-nothing I j-just meant that with you being the heir to one of the most prominent gang leaders in Korea… I mean if i had a daughter in that situation I would keep her close… maam.”

You giggle, smiling appearing back on his face easing the guards worries. “It’s Yn… What’s your name? I promise I won’t tell a soul.”

“Christopher, but just call me chris.”

“Okay, Chris…” he laughed, and you don’t know why, but butterflies swarmed your stomach. “You can return to your duties, your bosses will be back any minute.”

He nodded head towards your bedroom door, hand on the door knob.

“Thank you”, you blurted before he left. He turned his head.

“For what?” He asked.

“For making me feel less alone.”

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Retrospective - Chapter 3: Square One

Pairing: Shouta Aizawa x F! Pro-Hero! Reader (slow burn)

Main Summary: After 12 years, you, Pro-Hero Strife, has to return to Japan. Your objective: discreetly track down and capture Akari Kaneko, a.k.a. Pro-Hero Aegis— your old classmate who attacked you during her visit in America. In the aftermath of All Might losing his power, however, using UA resources has its complications. The most unexpected complication being Aizawa, someone you never expected to see again. Why does your past have to come back to haunt you now? Masterlist First Chapter Last Chapter Word Count: 6,133

A/N: I'm back before a whole month passed! To celebrate, here's the chapter I spent those weeks revising. If you have any notes on how I did regarding the second portion in particular, I would appreciate it because it changed about 5 times. Anyway, it's A LOT of words so get comfy! I hope you enjoy the fic, and have a wonderful day.

All conflict is announced with lightning. Half your life was lightning rattling inside a box. Spine. Skull. Ribs. Fingers. The electricity, the HEAT craved consumption. All the things you were: fire, lighting, heat, raw energy– they were the visible manifestation of reactivity.

Pointed gazes of your classmates charged you with the focus of a wall outlet. But you weren’t training right now. Homeroom finished seconds ago. You didn’t do anything–this time. No pre-battle taunts. No staring back. No staring at all, really. Akari missed out on today’s episode of “Strife’s Astute Observational Skills” because you had to pay attention to your homeroom teacher.

Today was the day. You couldn’t misunderstand or forget a single word he said.

This moment was your career, your life. It was the CRUCIAL event of debuting your early hero career; and the whole world was going to see.

So why was everyone staring at you? They should be concerned about their own strategy. Akari turned her chair to talk to you before the next class, but stopped to look at the students around the two of you. No one dared to whisper in the intense silence. You wondered if Akari felt the heat radiating through the room like you did.

The tension got boring. When nothing happened right away, you picked up your bookbag to prepare for the next class. You flipped through the folders until you were interrupted by Akari tapping your desk rapidly for your attention. Humming in acknowledgement, you grabbed the next folder and sat up. Aizawa was by your desk. You glanced at Akari, who gave you her look that said “I don’t know what’s going on”, then back at Aizawa. He looked down on you with unrivaled intensity.

Aizawa, the boy with the rare ability to cancel other’s quirks with sight alone–what did he want from you? “I’m going to beat you in the Sports Festival,” he challenged you. It’s strange he felt the need to do that; whether coincidence or by design, he’s usually your opponent during training.

Quirk-wise, he won the lottery. He was the most annoying person you’ve trained with in class. Not just because the teachers rarely let you go against anyone else. His quirk disregarded the prepwork you did before training to improve your quirk! Maybe YOUR physical training put you ahead of the game, but being paired with Aizawa all the time– and you mean ALL. THE. TIME–does nothing for you. It stalled your progress. It wasn’t fair. Everyone else gets to practice with their quirk, they get to have teachers give them pointers to improve their technique. But guess what? Most of these idiots can't punch correctly!

It’s clear the frustration wasn’t one-sided either. Aizawa never talked about it to you, or anyone in class, but before every challenge your spine sparked, after everything was done, his restless upset lingered. His combat was unpolished. Aizawa can take your strength away, but there’s only so much he can do against someone with years of formal training.

UA doesn’t include non-quirk-based combat in the curriculum. Observing All Might’s fights told you that much. He relied on his strength and speed instead of any classic fighting style. You should’ve guessed UA didn’t cover brawling, but hey, no one’s perfect.

Despite what other students have said, Aizawa wasn’t hopeless. In fights, he made plans in a snap and constantly tried new strategies to win. Going against him could be more interesting, if it wasn’t a frequent occurrence. Growing up in the hero industry, you had an eye for finding possibilities. Aizawa was a gem. In a world where anything is possible, he could dictate a fight’s terms. An advantage any agency would, and should, invest in. They’d be idiots if they didn’t.

Now though, he was here. Standing in front of you��with his little death glare. Challenging you to the event the whole grade is competing in by default. There was something about having the quietest boy in class show this much—what was it? His words were direct. He forced everyone’s attention on him and you, so contradictory to his usual self.

“Okay,” you shrugged. It wasn’t like you two weren’t competing for the top spot anyway.

“I’m serious.”

You nodded, unsure why he was upset. You accepted his challenge, did he not hear you? You repeated yourself, “okay.”

Aizawa stayed at your desk. His bottom lip pushed out. Was he pouting? “Are you listening to me?”

You shrugged lightly once more and turned your seat his way. “I said "okay ". Did you want something else from me?” An extra surge fizzled through your nerves. Aizawa’s eye twitched. He’s never done that before, you don’t think you’ve had ANYONE do that before. The closest thing was one of your dad’s coworkers–who’d twitch her lip when someone didn’t put the gym equipment away.

“It’s unbelievable how you think you’re better than everyone. You’ve done nothing to earn it.”

‘Done nothing?’

You pushed yourself up from your chair. ‘Done NOTHING.’

The hell does he mean “done nothing”?

You’ve gone above and beyond your whole damn life, but you’ve “done nothing”. In a room full of idiots who have NO fighting technique outside their quirk, YOU’RE the one who’d done nothing?

You scoffed. “I have earned it.” The lightning bolt rattled inside the box looking for how it could run free. Closing the remaining distance, you became aware of how short Aizawa was compared to all the other boys in class. He didn’t move. You leaned closer and squinted at Aizawa’s face. Short and had a baby face to match. It’s like he came straight out of middle school.

Normally standing this close caused most people to become uncomfortable. They’d look away or step back, but Aizawa didn’t break his gaze. He hasn’t once during this whole time. Didn’t he think you were a threat? The lightning bolt knocked against the box again. Why not nudge it open for a little while? Just enough for the boy in front of you.

“Aizawa, last year I was accepted in a hero course in America. This year I was accepted into UA. Both times other students only thought about how ‘cool’ their quirk was, but people who only rely on quirks are lazy and become useless in the field. If you don’t learn other things, you’re an idiot.” After years of training, and practice, and studying. After years of fighting to improve. There was no way in hell idiots should get a gold star because of their quirk. THAT would be doing “nothing”. He of all people should know better.

Staring inky droplets, you waited for his response. In seconds, his eyes widened and started to dart around the room. His breathing became shallow, increasing in speed. This part didn’t happen this quickly, then again, targets usually aren’t face-to-face with you. There was all this room between the desks for him to move away, but he didn’t. Aizawa was petrified.

Something gnawed in your stomach. Telling you it was a mistake, to let it go. Reminding you to not get caught. You shut the lid once more. You’ve scared him enough. Standing upright, you gave him a better chance to speak up. Something to back the big talk from earlier.

Nothing.

You backed off from him, disappointment and restlessness swirled inside you. “I accepted your challenge. Practice your combat and don’t make us look bad, okay?”

Aizawa responded in silence. Whatever he had when he first walked up to you was absent. He sulked to his seat, scowling when both your eyes met. You sat in your chair first, watching as he did the same.

The audience grumbled disappointed the show was over. They broke off into their own chatter about the Sports Festival. You looked ahead, rolling your eyes flippantly at Akari. She chuckled as she dug through her book bag in front of you for one of her notebooks. Any conversation had to wait. The next teacher should show up soon.

“Good morning, everyone,” a tired voice announced at the door. You turned from the back of the room, then trailed up, and up, and up the body of a frightfully thin man, slouching with a broken arm. Despite your own physical state, if you didn’t watch where you were walking you could send him flying into a table. He was a neon sign reminding you to stand tall and keep your shoulders back. In the heavy armor you wore, it’ll make you look stronger than you feel. Just like in those old All Might specials you watched when you were younger, “stand tall, keep your chin high, and show confidence.” The man, easily over seven-foot, paused in place, acknowledging you. Your hand rose from your side to wave–but, this was supposed to be a professional meeting. Wouldn’t a head bow be the polite thing to do?

Before you could do so, he spoke. “Hello, are you here for the meeting too?”

“Yes.”

Mic stepped ahead. “All Might,” your eyes shifted back to the tall man. Crap, that’s All Might? Why is All Might here? “This is my old friend, Miss America, the Queen of Terror, and your Number 1 Fan in middle school–” your head snapped back toward your friend as he rushed that last statement and finished introducing you. “Strife, this is All Might, you know him already.”

All Might continued to smile, extending his unbroken hand for you to shake. You did, not having the heart to say Mic was exaggerating about your fan status. Yeah, you liked All Might, most people do. However, being his “number 1 fan in middle school” meant studying his fights when they came on your radar. Watching interviews to practice your Japanese. Not buying merchandise and knowing every detail about him. The only merch you’ve had for him was maybe two t-shirts gifted to you by one of your instructors growing up. In spite of still liking All Might as an adult, you’ve since come to the conclusion you’d never actually want to meet him in-person.

“What part of America are you from,” All Might asked in english.

You took your hand back, not expecting him to continue with his own conversation. “I moved around a lot, so almost everywhere?” Switching back to english-mode was easier than stumbling through casual Japanese. All Might must’ve sensed it somehow and decided to save himself the headache.

“Even in California?”

“Mostly for work, but I know Los Angeles loves you.” If you pulled up the news feed in America, there’d be several articles about LA’s celebration of All Might’s last fight. You couldn’t imagine being in his place– forced into retirement. Reminding him about the love he has back in the States would be a nice gesture, you thought.

“That’s good to know,” he responded. The man standing before you didn’t look like the hero you remembered, but his voice held sincerity. You understand why people were at ease around him.

Y’know, Strife went to school here because of you. She was in the same class as Aizawa and I,” Mic said, also in english

“Really,” All Might was taken aback. Whether it was because he forgot popular heroes tend to inspire people to go to certain schools or because of Mic’s general behavior, you weren’t too sure. Mic did say you should work here. It’s like he wanted to introduce you to as much staff as possible, including the hero who inspired you to go to a different country, so you’ll be convinced to stay here. ”How’d you like it?”

Memories snapped together in your brain. A blinding window in the principal’s office. Piles of rubble you dug through. A pro chasing you in the woods— Hizashi started to fidget and laugh beside you nervously. Not the best things to remember about your school. You gave the white walls of the room a once over. Black fabric held your attention. ‘Training was fun.’ Eating on the roof was great—when you got over how tall the school building was. Getting your hero license was still one of the best days of your life. Just when you started thinking of the good times, a man–wearing a uniform similar to your old one, came into the room. He did a double-take, his eyes hardened into a glare, his underbite became more pronounced. Eyes burned into your back. When you glanced behind you, Aizawa already looked away. “I learned a lot,” you said making eye contact with All Might.

This guy with the underbite didn’t say a word as he walked behind All Might. He watched you as he lumbered to his chair at the center table of the ‘U’ formation—between Snipe and Aizawa. Aizawa glanced up from the folders to the other man. The man with the underbite nodded to him. Were they colleagues for a long time? Were they friends?

Shaking the thought, you refreshed your smile toward All Might. It wasn’t a difficult thing to do considering who he is. “It was definitely… an experience,” you chuckled.

“I’m sure we can talk about specifics during another time,” Mic jumped in. He’d have more stories to share than you would, and he’d relish the opportunity. It was for the best. What you remembered from high school was limited. Since graduation, a lot happened. There was always something. It didn’t help that your memories were typically sinkholes. It was usually up to your conversations with Hizashi and Nemuri to fill in the blanks when it came to your teenage years and some of your early twenties.

“I’m sure it’ll be fun,” said All Might. He wished you luck in the meeting before he went to his seat at Midnight’s table. With the arrival of underbite guy, the entire roster showed up. The principal walked to the front of the room as Mic shook your shoulder for luck and went to his own seat by Aizawa. Aizawa stacked the folders and pushed them to the edge of his table, closer to the man with the underbite.

Underbite man continued sizing you up. Aizawa stared you down as well. You widened your stance, daring either of them to speak, but nothing came. The men shifted their attention to their boss.

Pain and hunger paused as the meeting rapidly approached.

What would Aizawa have in those folders, you wondered. He was reading those in the hallway and he went into the meeting room after the principal. Did Nezu know what was inside? Was it something Aizawa had against you? If you went over there, you could swipe one and see what he has; but it’s too late.

Nezu’s in front of the room. “I want to thank you all for taking the time, early this morning, to have this meeting—” No plan that involved getting close to Aizawa would work now. If you planned ahead, you could’ve done something in the hallway. Aizawa’s attention left Nezu and went to you. Frantically, you darted your eyes to the back corner of the other side of the room. Yes, because that doesn’t look suspicious at all. “–current events and the changes in the school’s security, I want the decision to be made by you, my most trusted staff.” Aizawa totally noticed you staring at his folder! “I know the six of you will make a fair decision.”

Like hell this was going to be fair, you thought. Aizawa has a folder with—

‘With what, exactly,’ you questioned. ‘What evidence could Aizawa physically have against you?’

Your breathing slowed and the walls of the room collapsed away into void. Hizashi and Nemuri are here. You met All Might and it was ok, in spite of any reservations you had. You were being ridiculous.

Right?

Any dirt Aizawa had on you would show dirt on his own hands. If he wanted you gone, he’d have to rely on present examples or poke through your arguments. So far he had access to neither. Apart from that, you’ve been to countless meetings.

“Strife,” Principal Nezu said.

The walls reformed around you as you acknowledged him. Heat pooled behind your neck as you looked at the people that will decide your luck on the investigation. “You have the floor.” The principal walked to his seat, by the edge of Nemuri’s table, where a notepad was set. Mic gave you a small thumbs up with the hand that rested by the edge of his table. You nodded, doing a discreet thumbs up of your own with your left hand to your thigh.

You grinned politely, making sure to thank the principal for the introduction. Showing you have good manners could sway the faculty by showing you weren’t a horrible dungeon troll. “And thank you all for your time, as well. As said before, I’m Pro-Hero Strife. I’m in Japan for a mission. I understand UA had some challenges in these past months and now is a critical time. With this in mind, I want to do my mission quietly. If you would do the favor of allowing me to do research here, I'd appreciate it greatly.” You made sure to look at everyone in the room, even at the two scowling men.

Aizawa had his arms crossed, unconvinced of the introduction you pulled out of your ass. Because, of course, he’d remember you are a horrible dungeon troll. You’re ready for him to speak out, but his partner took initiative.

“It’d be easier to make a decision if we got more details for your mission.” Underbite guy’s demanding tone almost made you break character. No objections came as to how the guy spoke to you. Of course, he couldn’t be the silent, suspicious type. Someone here had to be the ‘brash’ one, just like your ex-boss from the old agency.

You continued to smile like you were taught. “That’s fair,” the arrangement looked riskier on their end. They couldn’t accept the agreement blindly. Sharing a few details could win their trust. “I’m looking for someone. A Pro-Hero by the name “Aegis”, her legal name is Kaneko Akari.”

“KANEKO?” You flinched at Mic’s outburst. Eyes bounced to him as the sunglasses hung from his face and his jaw hit the floor. You forgot about how over the top his reactions were in-person. “This meeting’s about HER?”

Question marks filled the room. Aizawa continued his cold stare. The other guy held skepticism in his features. Particularly in the way he furrowed his brow as shown by the curves on his mask. Now that you really looked at it, an orange mask was such an odd choice for his uniform! His outfit is red, black and white, making the orange way too much. Maybe if he wore a visor instead it would add more variety in the texture and have a practical use—

Poor design choices aside– not preparing Mic ahead of time deducted points from your favor— you had to focus! You didn’t know if the staff knew Mic set this meeting in motion for you. But his reaction says you told him something and didn’t bother with full details. It makes both of you look bad. There’s no spinning this observation without pinning the blame on Mic. You’ll just have to take the hit and see if you can make up for it somewhere else.

“That name sounds familiar, " Midnight commented with slightly furrowed brows. Those words made you ready to jump. If Mic’s shock wasn’t a reflection of what you didn’t tell him, you can correct this misstep. Like if there was information, the type the media hasn’t released yet. “Wasn’t she in your class?”

Disappointment washed over you. If she wasn’t told anything confidential, then there was no news. You shouldn’t be surprised Midnight didn’t know much about Aegis. In school, Nemuri met Akari once, off the top of your head. They didn’t interact after. After all, Akari was shy, Nemuri was… not.

“Yeah, she was.” Mic answered as you swallowed your disappointment. “Aegis has been ranking higher on the popularity polls for the past few years. Unexpected, considering her whole brand revolves around her fights. She doesn’t do much press events or interviews. Other than that, she’s a complete hermit!” Mic swung his arms out, nearly decking Aizawa, and leaned into his chair, making it drift backward. Aizawa scowled at him. “What do you need with that weirdo anyway,” he asked, pulling himself back to the table.

Unlike when you spoke to him in the hallway, you took a moment to think about what to say exactly. Irritation was weaved throughout his response. Whether he was upset with you, or if he was annoyed at the mention of Akari was unclear. But you knew when this was over, no matter the result, he’d tell you everything.

You staggered for words, but only found broken porcelain and glass. A sickening crack. High pitched shattering then soft thumps of the pieces hitting the ground like rain. The blood oozed from Akari’s mouth as she left you with a cryptic message. One you weren’t sure you translated right when you were actively bleeding onto the carpet. “Kaneko got into trouble while she was in the States. The current charges include: multiple counts of vandalism, aggravated assault, breaking and entering, and arson. I have to find her and bring her back.” You’d never admit this outloud, but you were surprised you remembered how to say all those crimes as well as you did. Meanwhile, the teachers picture-posed like mannequins. Principal Nezu held his pen against the paper for a moment, then scribbled ferociously.

“Those are serious accusations,” Snipe said. “Are you sure she did all this?”

“Yes.” You strolled over to your briefcase, bracing to pick it up “normally”. Your jaw clenched until your face was in the faculty’s view again. You stood with it by Mic offering a quick “excuse me”. He responded by gesturing ‘go ahead’. Setting the briefcase onto the table, you pulled one of the five disks out, along with a tiny remote, before shutting and shoving it under the table.

“There are pictures of Aegis entering and leaving the location.” Going back to the center of the room you held the button on the disk. When it blinked blue, you dropped it while pressing the remote’s top button for the hologram to appear. When you pressed the next button, four images of Akari post-fight walking away from the hotel room, labeled and dated, alongside an image of her in uniform taken from a news article. The faculty reacted accordingly. The only exasperation you processed was “it’s really Kaneko” from the table behind you. In the top right picture, Akari held her overnight bag close to her body like she would a shield. Right arm going across to help her carry the weight from the camera’s point of view.

You pressed the button again to transition to the next set of images. The hotel room. Two beds, one with a busted frame. A shattered window. Glass. Porcelain. Splinters. Splashed all over the floor like water. Then the splatters of dried blood in more places than you remembered.

“This is where the assault took place,” All Might asked in awe of the destruction.

You confirmed, glass shattering in the back of your mind.

“It’s hard to believe a hero would go to another country to swap sides,” commented Snipe.

“Aegis isn’t being charged as a villain,” you corrected. “There’s no evidence she used her quirk, these are criminal charges.”

“These claims can cost a Pro their career without proper evidence.” Underbite responded. You didn’t like the way he said it. It wasn’t an exasperated comment, made in the shock of a Pro Hero throwing their like away overseas. The way it sounds, and the way he was looking at you as he said it, it sounded like an accusation.

He didn’t believe you.

“With her rise in popularity, there’ll be an uproar regardless if the charges are made public. Especially now with the current condition of hero society,” All Might’s words drifted off. His hand met his chin. Pondering about the power vacuum his retirement is leaving behind, no doubt. If not, then he’s thinking of the scrutiny UA has been facing due to the villain attacks. Based on what Akari had brought up with that so-called “Hero Killer”, there’s been discourse on the idea of a “true hero” these past couple months. Combining all three concepts together painted an ugly picture explaining why you go to Japan’s Hero Commision. Who knows what they’d do with the current facts of this case if they find out.

“Popularity be damned! A criminal’s a criminal, a crime's a crime,” Mic bursted out. “That’s clearly Aegis, let’s just let Strife investigate here already!”

“It’s not that simple, Mic,” Midnight countered. “Even if there is evidence Aegis committed those crimes, that’s not the topic of the meeting. We need to think of the students before we let any hero investigate on school grounds. Think about it, there’s a reason why we don’t bring our investigations here as teachers.”

“Confidentiality is a big one. At least with the hero-side of our profession,” Snipe added. “On the teacher-side—even if there isn’t a rule against it, having a student see our cases runs the risk of them telling others, making them panic. Strife being here solely for an investigation does the same thing.” He had a point, you wouldn’t be confined to the school’s basement if they let you research here. The investigation required you to come in and out of the building to follow leads. With hundreds of students in the same area, they’re bound to notice you around. “Tensions are high with the students as it is.”

But you could be careful–

“They’ll know she doesn’t belong here in seconds,” the soon-to-be world's third most grating voice reached your ears.

Your eyes whipped to Midnight’s side of the room and looked at the wall behind her and Nezu. ‘Deep breaths,’ you told yourself. If you made eye contact with Underbite now, end badly. For you. ‘Deep. Breaths.’ The Principal didn’t look up from his notes, Midnight had her head cocked toward the center table with narrowed eyes.

“C’mon, Vlad, give her credit! Strife graduated here, she’s a Pro, and she can keep a mission on the DL,” Mic argued coolly.

“Of course, you would say that. You were in her corner before you knew why she was here. This is a critical time, do we really need anyone bringing more problems around this school?”

‘Breathe in. Breathe out.’

“Alright, let’s calm down,” All Might spoke up. His calm voice relaxed you enough to stop your inner commands. “Who’s to say it’ll cause problems? We don’t know what her investigation looks like yet.” All Might ended his statement looking at you.

You bowed your head ready to grab his gift, this opportunity he gave you, and run. “Outside myself, she had no contact with anyone in the States. On the first day of her disappearance, no one in the agency could find her. One of my coworkers found the postcard she left behind implied she was heading here. She doesn’t have contact with anyone in the States, but me. Japan is different. I need to learn about the people Aegis talks to regularly. Mic said she didn’t do interviews often, meaning I must look deeper. I know UA has records of Alumni, I think those records will be the most helpful.”

“Right.” You roll your eyes, ‘what now,’ you thought. So far, he was a mix between your old boss, the Medic, and your blank-eyed homeroom teacher with the way he’s testing your patience. We’re just going to hand over confidential files because you say so?”

“What’s that supposed to mean, Vlad,” Mic asked, getting equally annoyed as you. Even Aizawa’s side-eyeing him for being as subtle as a freight train.

“I mean ‘I don’t trust this woman’,” Vlad responded. He gestured toward your direction. “For all we know, this is an old crime scene!”

“What are you talking about,” Mic asked.

Vlad pointed at you. “This woman has no business being around our students!”

“Excuse me,” you said without thinking.

“Don’t act innocent. I know you have a history of manipulating people,” Vlad argued. He was the one starting problems! You wanted to argue back, but the principal was watching. Holding your tongue you glance around the room. You paused looking at the folders on Aizawa’s table. Aizawa watched you while Vlad accused you. Despite his insistence of knowing why you were here, he hasn’t said a thing since the meeting started. It was Vlad. They nodded to each other when they saw each other– Vlad knew what was inside those folders.

What the hell did Aizawa have on you?

An aggravated sigh left Aizawa. He rolled his chair back toward the wall as Mic and Vlad argued. It was the type of sigh you would let out when a new grad didn’t know a proper fighting stance—one that didn’t get them punched in the face. You clenched your left hand, ready to fight back against anything Aizawa had to say. He looked at the two men. “You need to calm down.” He turned to an irritated Vlad, who was as shocked as you were right now. “This is about the camp incident?”

Vlad cocked his head at Aizawa— like he was asking the same thing you were. What does the villain attack have to do with this?

“Our teachers resolved that years ago.” You took a step back. He wasn’t talking about the villain attack. But what did he mean by ‘our teachers’, Vlad wasn’t a student here. “Everyone panicked because a pro hero had unchecked anger issues and shouldn’t have been left alone with the students. The teachers at the time said everyone overreacted because of the heat,” Aizawa explained; he used the same rehearsed story. “It was fifteen years ago, we all moved on.”

But why?

Vlad squinted at him in disbelief. “And what about the fights?” Red alarm lights went off. No one outside the school was supposed to know about those. Vlad was a student here!

“Fights?” Aizawa’s brows furrowed. He turned to Midnight, who looked down tracing her nail along the table’s surface. Then at Mic, who took to inspecting your briefcase underneath the table for quality.

“We resolved those as well,” Principal Nezu declared. Tension left your shoulders thinking about the office window. How the setting sun shone through your eyelids as you stared below the desk, picking at a loose string that used to hold a gold button in place. The only memory you have of that day was when he said: ‘This is the last chance I’m giving you, you must make better decisions.’ “Vlad, if you have a relevant point, say it before we move on.”

Vlad took a deep breath of his own. “I’m sorry for getting worked up, Nezu,” he sat down. You rolled your eyes, noting how he didn’t apologize for his behavior toward you. “I wanted to point this out as a pattern of behavior. Aizawa said the Pro Hero who watched over us had no reason being around students. I’m saying the same thing about Strife.”

“You’re entitled to your opinion, but Strife’s conduct during this meeting has been stellar. She had more patience than even I thought possible.” Nezu’s words made your head spin. You wanted to accept the compliment, but what did he expect you to act like? Did he think you'd punch Vlad in the neck? C’mon, you were a crappy teenager, but you wouldn’t have done that!

Vlad’s face scrunched up. He wanted to argue, but was holding back. Acting hostile toward you, whether it was his intent or not, worked in your favor. If he didn’t want you to stick around, he couldn’t rely on the past. To everyone else, anything you did prior to graduation was a long-rusted hatchet.

Nezu asked if anyone had any other concerns before getting on with the meeting. The teachers looked amongst themselves, a few shaking their heads.

“I do.” Aizawa’s eyes pierced through you expectantly as he leaned closer to the table. The last thing you said to him during your little reunion. You were supposed to tell him why you’re here, and he’s not satisfied. There’s no walking away this time.

He did you a favor, it’s your turn to pay up.

“How did you get this case?”

“Kaneko visited me at my agency out of nowhere. I was working on a mission with a team when she arrived. She saw the agency was behind, crime has been getting worse these past few months, and she offered her help. The boss approved and she was added on to the mission. When we were done, we went to a hotel and this happened,” you gestured at the holographic images of the disaster zone. “I don’t know why she did this, but I know this wasn’t planned.”

“How,” asked Aizawa, still not pleased.

“She committed her crimes before she got paid. Boss told her she’d get the check the day after the mission finished because the money needed to be decided.” She hit you in the back of your head while you were looking for the commission paper. The mission was difficult. No smart or sane person would do it for free. “I have to find her– if Kaneko committed these crimes on her own, she has to pay.”

“You have a personal stake in this,” All Might realized.

You sighed looking at your boots. You knew this would come up. “If I said I didn’t, it’d be a lie. Kaneko showed up, I invited her in, and now I have to fix the problem. Without the history, in my agency I’m the only hero qualified to come here and bring her back. The Boss said my background made me the best option.”

“In the hallway, you said that your investigation should take less than two weeks,” Midnight said, lacing her fingers together on the desk. “During that time, the only students that must be in the school are in the first year hero course.”

“We already said, she can’t go in and out of campus without suspicion. How do you think that’s going to work with the first years after a villain attack,” Vlad asked. Midnight fumed in response, making him back off.

Before you could respond, Aizawa spoke up. “What he means to say is our classes are training to get their hero licenses soon. They need to focus. If you’re around with no explanation, you’ll be a distraction.”

The cogs turned in their place as you realized who you were speaking to right now. Your smile came back. “That’s right, Mic told me about that!” If all you needed was an explanation… the deal wrote itself. If Aizawa wanted you gone before, you had to give him something to reconsider. “I could help with the exam.”

“Is that so,” asked the Principal.

“I’ve judged sixteen American licensing exams and I’ve mentored younger heroes at my agency. Mic said I was qualified to work here.” Mic agreed enthusiastically, Midnight doubled-down on the notion saying she could verify the information. Most importantly, what you said captured Aizawa’s attention.

“And you have time to do this during your investigation?” Nezu asked.

“I’ll make time.” Nezu seemed pleased with the answer and he started writing something in his notepad. That’s when you remembered what he said earlier. The principal wasn’t making the final decision. You sauntered closer to the homeroom teachers. “Eraser, we were in the same class. You know I do great work. I’m sure you’re doing fine on your own, but if you let me do my research here, your students will excel in the exams. I’ll make sure of it.”

Aizawa considered your offer. Regardless of whatever you two had, you two will never be friends like you used to. Both of you destroyed that bridge and the foundation withered to dust. It didn’t matter if you two hated each other now or not. You could be professional. You could play nice. Sentiment would never work on him. Eraser Head needed a logical choice.

“Fine with me,” Eraser huffed.

The grin on your face got bigger.

Behind you the Principal asks for Vlad’s opinion. “If Aizawa wants Strife as an advisor that’s on him, but I'll stand by what I said earlier. If I’m not around, I don’t want her around my students.” You knew that was coming, but he didn’t matter. Soon after he spoke, the teachers put your investigation’s approval to a vote. When the result was clear Nezu spoke up. “Well then, it looks like Strife’s first day as Provisional License Advisor starts today.”

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Waiting for Connection 14 / Ghost x Soap

Ghost is retired and plays milsim videogame. Soap is still in the force and sometimes plays that same videogame...

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Ghost thanks Gaz and bids him good night before he rejoins the main voice channel. As expected, a rather wild discussion is underway. Clearly, the jury is out about whether or not they should’ve split.

“It was a sound idea, threw me off,” Ghost voices his opinion and announces himself at the same time. There’s a brief moment of silence.

“But it didn’t work in the end,” Roach quips, sounding a little bitter. Not overly so, thankfully, it’s just a game, after all. They all know the difference, intimately so.

“You got way closer to the extraction than I thought you would. I assume you wanted to either flush us out or create a diversion?”

“Yes to both, actually,” Alejandro says, “Soap thought that you will expect us sticking together or at the very least split into two pairs, covering each other. We were hoping to gain some upper hand. But I guess we underestimated your friend. Is he joining?”

“No, he’s… a very private person. But he enjoyed the game so I can extend his thanks. Told me that whoever he managed to jump in the lower part of the base was pretty solid. He was lucky to win that one.”

“That was me,” Roach replies, “I had a clumsy aim, it was a deserved death.”

“I’m sure you’re gonna walk all over me next time. You know the layout of the base and the terrain now, and the help I’ve got was a one-time thing.”

“But that wouldn’t really be a fair fight,” Rudy remarks.

At that moment, Ghost realises something. “Where’s Johnny?”

“Had to go, said he wasn’t feeling too good,” Roach explains.

“Ah, I see. Alright, I think I’ll call it a night as well. It was a good game, I’m looking forward to a rematch.”

“Yeah, sure, we’re gonna kick your ass, cabron,” Alejandro laughs.

Simon turns off the PC, puts the headset on a stand and reaches for his phone. He debates with himself for a little before he opens a new text message and types, “Thanks for the game; you were good. Hope you will feel better in the morning. S.” He hits the Send button without thinking too long about it. Otherwise, he would probably change his mind.

Soap’s phone buzzes on the nightstand just as its owner returns from the shower. Soap’s eyebrow quirks up momentarily as he sits on the bed and looks who’s messaging him so late; not many people have his number, and a substantial portion of them wouldn’t bother him at this hour unless it were urgent.

Flicking the lock screen away, he’s surprised to see the message is from Ghost. It’s short but considerate. A little sweet, really. Truth be told, Soap’s only has a minor headache, nothing that would warrant his quick retreat from the game. The real reason why he disconnected was this bitterness that swallowed him whole. Ghost has been ignoring him ever since John left Manchester, and then he shows up with this entirely impossible scenario and some unknown friend to boot? John is not jealous; that was probably the first thing he ruled out. He’s not a jealous man and never has been. But he is confused, and that confusion leads to frustration.

“Just a headache. Thanks for the game, it was interesting,” John types and sends the reply. He knows he could’ve ignored it and could pretend he was already asleep.

And since his phone starts to ring in the next second, he’s sorry he actually did reply. Well, no way around it now. With a sigh, he takes the call.

“Ghost,” John says in a way of greeting while he sheds the towel around his waist and gets in the bed.

“Johnny… how are you?” the deep timbre of Simon’s voice is pleasant. Soothing, almost.

John frowns, remembering he forgot to open the window a bit to let some fresh air in. “Fine. Tired, have a headache, nothing a good night’s sleep won’t solve.”

Simon hums in contemplation, Soap uses the break to get from the bed and open the window. The moment he does, cold air hits him hard. He’s still a bit damp on the back. A low hiss catches Simon’s attention. “You sure you’re alright?”

“Aye, ‘s just bloody cold outside. My balls almost froze the moment I opened the window,” John admits.

Simon chuckles into the phone, and John pauses. He sounds different than in the game. It makes sense, of course; a phone call has a different quality to it. “Do you build a blanket nest on the base as you did at my place?” There’s a hint of teasing lightness to his voice.

“I might, got a problem with it?” John challenges, but there’s no bite.

“Why should I? It’s just…,” Simon trails off, as if unsure how he wanted to finish the sentence.

“Aye?” John presses on, seeking the warmth of his blanket once more. It’s nice to be snuggled in bed with Simon in his ear. Suddenly, all the bitterness and frustration from earlier simply fizzles off. He never had any real reason to be angry, anyway. It’s not like Simon owed him anything, and he didn’t ghost (or Ghost?) him, either. Every time John asked, Simon simply politely declined, never left him hanging.

“It’s a little unusual,” Simon finally finishes the sentence from earlier.

Now it’s Soap’s turn to chuckle. “I bet you’ve seen a ton of weirder shit when you served.”

“I did, but I always appreciated a nice quirk. So long as it wasn’t dangerous.”

“The opposite, actually. It’s a camouflage technique, really handy behind enemy lines,” Soap says, pretending to be dead serious. In moments like this, he feels like he’s known Simon for years: the banter, easy conversations, jokes.

“Right. I guess the field manual changed since I got out,” Simon plays along immaculately.

“Nah, it didn’t; this is our very own Scottish thing; you wouldnae ken about it.”

“That explains it. Speaking of, I was meaning to ask… why SAS?” That’s a good question. Usually, people assume it’s just a prestige thing. However, someone who’s ex-SAS would know better.

“Didnae wanna be a cog in the regular army, knew I had what it takes to make the selection, and I wanted to do shit that actually matters,” John answers truthfully. Only a handful of people know his reasons; the rest got the usual bullshit of serving the country and being the best. “Why did you do it?”

There’s a moment of silence. John actually expects an outright refusal, but he’s at an advantage: Ghost asked him first and got the truth. It would be a dick move to bail now. “I was never a great team player,” Ghost starts and pauses, thinking about what he’s just said before continuing. “Well, that’s not exactly true… I was never a great babysitter. I worked best alone and I was so good at it, that my CO had no choice but to ship me out to the selection. Told me it’s the best he can do for me and that I would thank him later.”

“Did you?”

“I did. Eventually. I didn’t enlist because of some ideals, I joined because I had nowhere else to go, never aimed to prove something to some wankers I’ve never seen.”

“Did you ever regret it? Enlisting, I mean.”

“No. Never. I’m not really religious, but I guess it was my calling. Something I was meant to do. Otherwise, I couldn’t have been so damn efficient at it. It all came easy to me. Not all, but things that mattered. Stuff that helped me survive and complete my missions.”

Soap stays silent, feeling Simon’s words sink under his skin, heavy and tinged with darkness. Before he can think of anything to say to that, Simon continues. “Sorry, that turned a bit dark I guess. We should probably hit the bed, especially you, Sergeant.”

“I can handle an early start and shitty sleep, Ghost, don’t you worry,”

“Yeah, but I can’t. Remember, I’m an old man now,” Simon’s voice carries a lightness of smile.

“I see. Well then, out of respect to my elders, I’ll let you go then. Good night, Si,” John uses the nickname. He’s been very careful with it so far, unsure if Simon likes it or not.

“Good night, Johnny,” Simon repays him in kind.

I tried Ghost Recon Breakpoint since I dropped it soon after it released. Ubisoft actually kinda fixed it! I still like Wildlands more, but it ain't bad. Created a totally-not-OG-Soap, too.

#Soap is in deep denial #And even deeper shit #Late night phone calls like high school sweethearts #call of duty #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghost x soap #ghoap #ghost mw2 #soap mw2

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mangoisms · 1 year ago

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i'll be the dangerous ledge (you be the parachute)

━ chapter six: i'll be the dangerous ledge | read chapter five

━ pairing: tim drake x f!reader

━ word count: 3.6k

━ warnings: usual canon-typical violence, the joker is mentioned, brief discussion of a hostage situation, as well as mentioned death of adults and children (just mentioned, however)

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You get a reminder email about your pottery class midway through the next week.

You had forgotten about it entirely, to be honest.

But the reminder brings your previous thought about inviting Tim to the forefront of your mind.

You still hesitate, though you do not know why. He tends to take the initiative on activities you two do, like the baseball game next week, the thought of which still makes your chest fill with warm fuzzies.

Maybe it’s because it’s… your thing. He’s seen the stuff you’ve made, sure, but… no one has ever actually gone with you to a class.

(Or maybe, a voice like your brother’s says matter-of-factly in your head, it’s because you think asking him will be too similar to asking him out on a date.)

Maybe. Probably. Most likely.

But that’s silly. You know that. You’re friends.

Nothing more.

(And the thought aches like it usually does, but it assuages some of your nerves, too, at the thought of asking. Because it wouldn’t be misinterpreted. No, not at all.)

You still deliberate, though, probably for too long, but it’s fine because Tim seems distracted, too. News breaks of him stepping away from WE and people have all sorts of thoughts and feelings about it, of course.

You think they should focus on the new level of craziness unfolding in the city since Red Robin was announced to be stepping down, but whatever. He says he doesn’t care what they think, that he isn’t paying attention, but you think he must be, with how tired he seems sometimes.

(This is accompanied with some fresh bruises, some new aches and pains, a renewed exhaustion, of course, but bone-deep, like the kind of exhaustion after a long time. But like always, he says he is okay.

When you ask, he says he’s taking some self-defense classes. More attention from the news surrounding him equals more potential danger. It… makes sense but something about it still doesn’t sit right with you.)

Either way, your flip-flopping ultimately comes to a head on Friday, the day of the class.

Tim drops you off, since heavy rain is forecasted for the day and while you did in fact manage to survive biking to school when it was raining prior to your friendship with him, it doesn’t mean it was, in any way, fun or pleasant. So, you don’t say no.

It’s easier, you find, to accept his kindness, to accept his offers for help. Easier with each day that passes to realize he is simply trying to make your life easier and that it’s not some kind of commentary on your ability to take care of yourself.

He does worry, sometimes, but you think that is inevitable. God knows you worry about him, too. Turnabout is fair play and all that.

So, this is fine.

What happens later is not.

The Joker, who had previously broken out of Arkham Asylum and was unaccounted for by the GCPD and the Bats, finally made his appearance at a bank a mere five blocks away from Gotham Pointe. He promptly held everyone hostage for several hours.

You would later learn it was not for money, but simply because he ‘hadn’t seen Batman around lately.’

Whatever. You don’t pretend to understand why people like him do what they do and you don’t want to. The Joker’s been terrorizing this city for nearly as long as Batman’s been working here. Trying to understand why he does what he does is a useless cause. And as far as you’re concerned, there is nothing, nothing, in the world that could justify the things that he has done, the blood that he has spilled. You’ve heard rumblings about his whole ‘one bad day’ thing and you think it’s a load of shit.

One bad day and you lose it like the Joker? Well, all that means is you have the moral backbone of a chocolate eclair. So, you know. Whatever.

Either way, it was a tense situation, one that landed the school in lockdown for the remainder of the school day.

It is… standard procedure to lock down the school if anything usual is going on near it. But of course, this is Gotham, and something unusual is usually always happening somewhere. So, there are limits, limits as to when, who, what, and why would cause the school to shut down.

If it’s the Condiment King, nothing will happen. What’s the worst he can do? Stain a couple uniforms?

Of course, this is not to say anyone is eager to let someone like him in close proximity with the kids at all. But if he’s causing trouble at, say, the 7-Eleven a few blocks from here, they aren’t going to lockdown the school.

The school is already thoroughly well-protected with its plexiglass windows that are, in fact, bulletproof and have metal sliding that come down during lockdowns, hidden metal detectors at each entrance that scan those that come in, along with regularly-patrolling security guards, generously paid by WE.

Sounds like a prison, right? Well. They did their best, when building the school, to hide all those things. The public knows but you don’t imagine they know the full extent like you and the staff do. Like that the metal slidings could withstand a bomb, if needed.

No, that’s not something you broadcast.

This is all to say that, even with that, you can’t be too careful with certain individuals.

And if it’s the Joker, who, when he is out of Arkham long enough, regularly threatens to blow up the schools in the city… well. That’s all that needs to be said, right?

Five blocks. That’s it.

It’s tense because not only is he holding so many people hostage, but because the school is only five blocks away. No one wants to give him any ideas. No one wants to risk anything.

So, you, Ms. C, and fourth period end up sitting in the classroom, lights off, doors locked, backs pressed against the walls, for several hours.

The metal slidings on the windows effectively cut out the light. Not that there was much today, the sky overcast with dark clouds just waiting to pour at the right minute.

You are a little bit worried, by nature, but Ms. C is cool as a cucumber. And the kids are fine, too. Gotham natives, they are not phased by much, which is… sad, in a way, but helpful, you suppose, in times like these.

Standard procedure demands that you do not talk at all but it’s, like, three hours of this, so that doesn’t last very long. They do keep their voices down to whispers, though, giggling softly among each other.

You don’t do much other than shush a few who get too loud and count the minutes as they pass. Halfway through, some of the kids start to doze off. You don’t blame them. Sitting still and not doing anything at all makes you sleepy, too.

But ultimately, all of you are fine. The school is untouched by the time the police apprehend the Joker and free the hostages. But you later learn that multiple people had died — shot, by him, of course, in his final moments of freedom before he was taken down.

It’s a harrowing kind of loss of life that is, unfortunately, common here. Names are memorialized, bodies are buried, a rogue goes to prison, then they break out, and it happens all over again.

Still, you feel vaguely off-kilter as you and Ms. C send off the kids to their parents, who hold them tight despite their whines about the affection.

Some kind of emotion rises up in you and you cross your arms, looking away.

“You should go,” Ms. C says, sounding, for once, present in the moment.

“Sorry?”

She nods towards the doors. “Get back to class and turn on your phone. I’m sure some people are worried for you.”

“Right,” you say, hesitating, then nodding. “Thanks. I’ll see you on Monday.”

A dip of her head, then her hazel eyes are back on the kids. Police officers stand nearby. Lazing, more like, leaned against patrol cars, smoking cigarettes and exchanging jokes with each other. You roll your eyes when you turn away. They should be more vigilant, but as a general rule, the police are not reliable. And here in Gotham? Simple wastes of space and taxpayer money, you think.

You get back to the class, grabbing your things from your desk that sits opposite of hers. Another part of the procedure for lockdowns is that phones remain off. There are, of course, exceptions and those are likely self-explanatory, but in most cases, if not in immediate danger, then they need to be off. No need to cause panic and all that.

Turning on your phone reveals several missed calls from your parents and brother. Some from a few hours ago when lockdown started, then from a couple minutes ago. You are… admittedly disappointed to see only a single missed call from Tim, from a few hours ago.

But at the same time, he is a logical sort of guy. If he called you when the lockdown started and you didn’t pick up, you imagine he must’ve concluded your phone was off and saw no use in calling you again. He was sharp like that.

Though, now that the Joker was arrested and the hostages were free and it no doubt made the news…

You shake your head. It’s silly to worry over something like that. Especially with what happened today.

You pack your stuff and give your parents a call, soothing their fears. Your brother is with them, too, all of them worried out of their minds. They figured out quickly that Gotham Pointe is only a couple blocks away from the bank.

“— just scary. I mean, don’t you…” your dad trails off and you understand what he didn’t say. Don’t you want to come back already?

“Working in a school in this country is dangerous as a general rule,” you say gently. “So, it wouldn’t change much, would it?”

“Wouldn’t change much? At least — at least we don’t have the Joker! Or Scarecrow! Or Two-Face or Black Mask or —“

You cut off your dad. “I get it. But… I just… I don’t know.”

“You could get hurt,” your mom says, disapproval clear in her voice.

“I can take care of myself, Mom.”

“Not against people like the Joker,” she responds tightly.

You sigh heavily, pushing open the doors that lead out to the employee parking lot. Overhead, dark, angry grey clouds hide away the sun. Sharp winds tug at you, warning of the oncoming storm. Already, a few droplets of rain land on your face. Gotham, upset at the loss of life. Or maybe knowing it would happen, with how the sky has been like this since you woke up. And now that it’s happened, she’s ready to let it go.

“I don’t want to argue about this today, guys. People died. I know. But I’m fine, okay? Let’s just focus on that…” You trail off a little abruptly, your eyes doing a preliminary scan of the parking lot — a habit you’ve picked up since living here — and you jolt to a stop as you spot Tim and his car, with him leaned on the hood, elbows on his knees, head in his hands.

“How are you getting home?” your brother asks, changing the subject.

“Tim,” you say distractedly — both an answer and an involuntary call to the person in question; his head lifts and even if there is quite some distance between you, your heart clenches at the look on his face. “And he’s here right now. I need to go.”

They sense the urgency in your voice and let you go with warnings to be careful and to tell them when you get back. You agree distractedly, starting for him. He does the same.

Tim looks… Well, he looks exhausted. The wrinkle between his brows is present as ever but deeper today, accompanied with this… harrowing look in his eyes that makes your heart ache.

He says your name as he nears you, relief dripping from the vowels, along with something else that makes your throat tighten. You shoulder off your bag, dropping it to the ground just as he tugs you into his arms, holding you so tightly it edges on painful.

It doesn’t take a genius to figure out why.

So, you wrap your arms around him, too, hugging him back as tightly as you can, burying your face in his shoulder.

“Are you okay?” you whisper.

He doesn’t say anything, just presses his face to your hair and takes a deep breath.

You two stay like that for a while. Long enough for you to think something else must be bothering him. Or maybe not. You don’t know, don’t know how to contextualize what happened today. The school was fine. It was just a precaution. There was a chance the Joker could’ve set his sights on you but the same could be said for any of the other places in the area.

You can’t help but think of Ms. C, too, a Gotham native, someone who’s lived here her whole life; how she was… mostly unbothered throughout everything. Even when the call came from the office, letting her — and you — what was going on. That the danger wasn’t imminent, exactly, but the threat of it was real enough to keep the school in lockdown for the second part of the school day.

Tim is a Gotham native, too. Born and raised.

But you suppose that doesn’t have to mean anything. That people have different ways of handling different things.

You don’t have an issue with it. You don’t. You’re just… worried. About him.

You constantly worry about him. About how tired he gets sometimes, about the mysterious bruises he sports, about the days where he is subdued and quiet, carrying the burden of something you cannot see or understand. It’s not work, it’s not his family, it’s not his friends, it’s something else. You aren’t stupid. You notice it, you notice every little thing because he is someone you pay attention to, because he means too much to you for you to dismiss the little stuff that picks at you.

Even if he says it’s nothing.

Especially because he says it’s nothing.

(Because you know it is a lie.)

“Tim,” you whisper, voice muffed by his shirt.

He bends further, seeming to curl himself around you, his face dropping to your neck. You hold onto him, shivers racing down your spine at the warm exhale of air against the sensitive skin of your neck, at the faintest brush of warm lips.

Something occurs to you and you stiffen up in his arms. He loosens his grip abruptly, but you hold onto him, pressing closer, the thought, the realization choking you.

“Tim, you weren’t there, right? You weren’t — the bank — Joker —”

He tightens his hold again, in an instant. But it takes him a second to answer. A horrible, horrible second, full of anticipation.

“No,” he finally mumbles, practically shaping the words into your skin with how close he is, how his face is tucked into your neck; heat swallows you whole, the touch of him overwhelming, distracting, with the fragrant scent of eucalyptus. It takes concerted effort to focus on his words and if he notices how you lean more of your weight onto him, your knees a little weak, he doesn’t say anything.

Not about that, anyhow, not as he continues speaking in the next second.

“No, I wasn’t. I was at home. I was… You didn’t answer your phone.”

“I’m sorry,” you murmur, reaching up to slide your fingers into his hair, giving into an impulse, a want, a desire, that has plagued you so frequently; the wish to sink your fingers into the soft strands of hair. To see if they are as soft as they look.

Now, your fingers gliding along silky-soft strands of dark hair, you find they are.

He shivers. He must be cold. With the storm on the horizon, temperatures are lower than usual and the increasingly sharp winds don’t help.

You ignore your own shiver that wants to break out at the feel of a sharp exhale of breath on your neck.

“Come on,” you murmur, fingers reluctantly sliding away from his hair and to his shoulder, rubbing small circles there. “Let’s get to the car, okay?”

Tim moves back slowly, almost reluctantly, but he doesn’t unwind his arms from your waist, keeping your bodies close as he looks down at you. The blue in his eyes is more stormy than calm, turmoil obvious. Over what, you aren’t certain.

His brows furrow sharply again. You can’t help yourself.

Strands of hair brush the backs of your fingers, fingertips lightly skimming his forehead as your thumb finds the wrinkle between his brows. It smooths out instantly under your touch. The look in his eyes makes your stomach swoop like you missed a step.

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, reaching up to take your hand in his. Then he’s — leaning —

It takes considerable effort to keep your breathing measured as he leans his forehead against yours.

More than anything else, though, it feels… terribly vulnerable. Mostly for him.

Nothing more is said.

Not when he finally pulls back and leans down to pick up your bag, not when the two of you slide into the car, just as the skies open up and the rain pours, lightning arcing through the sky, earth-shaking rumbles of thunder following after.

Traffic is congested around the bank, leaving you to take the long way round, though that still takes a while, with all the traffic of those leaving work and the general chaos of the area.

Tim is quiet throughout most of it.

He has the local radio on, though a few taps of his finger to the expensive touchscreen display switches it to satellite, to GNN.

“— confirmation that six people died at the bank, shot and killed by the Joker right before Red Robin was able to apprehend him. Two of those who died were, sadly, children. Police believe there were no connections between the victims and the Joker.”

You swallow. You hadn’t heard anything about two of the victims being kids…

Rain drums on the windshield. Tim white-knuckles the steering wheel, jaw set, staring ahead, his gaze darker than before.

You switch it back to the local station. He doesn’t stop you.

And after another moment of hesitation, you reach for him, brushing your fingers over his right hand clenched around the wheel. His knuckles sport a few scars, which you can feel, raised, bumpy skin, scars silvery compared to the pale of his skin.

After a second, his fingers unclench from the steering wheel and you loop yours through his, pulling it into your lap. Your other hand covers his, thumb stroking back and forth.

The car rolls to a stop at a red light. He takes a deep breath. He still doesn’t look at you, but you catch the deepening of the furrow between his brows, the twitch of the muscles around his mouth until his lips part, like he is about to speak. But in the next moment, he thinks better of it.

You can’t deny your curiosity but you know better than to pry.

Neither of you speak, or move, until you arrive at Rose Oaks.

Protected from the pouring rain and sharp winds in the parking garage, it is quiet after he shuts off the car.

You hold onto his hand, squeezing it, your other hand pausing in the ministrations of stroking the back of his hand.

“So,” you start. “It’s… maybe a little in bad taste but I have a class tonight…”

He shakes his head minutely. “You should go. The Joker’s off the streets. Not that all the danger is gone but…” he lets out a sharp exhale, glaring out the windshield, a sullen look on his face. “At least he is out of the picture.”

You nod. “Yeah. It’s just that…”

He finally looks at you, gaze softening. “I can drive you there, if you want.”

You smile faintly at where his head went at your hesitation. “It’s not that. It’s just, for this class, they said we could bring someone with us. I can’t say it’s… totally selfless, mostly because if we take someone, we get an extra slot for the kiln for today’s class and they also get one. But… I think you should come. It’s — it can be therapeutic. And after everything today…”

His eyes lower to your clasped hands, thumb sliding over the back of yours. “I’m not very artistic.”

“Don’t have to be. You don’t have to create an exact replica of the, I dunno, Millennium Falcon —” he smiles, which is what you wanted “— it can just be anything. I mean, honestly, you don’t even have to make anything. They have some pre-made stuff you can paint. Or if you wanna channel your inner six-year-old and mess with the clay, that’s cool, too. Literally no one is going to judge. A lot of people go to the classes for a lot of different reasons.”

He takes a long moment to think about it.

Somewhere in the distance, thunder rumbles.

“Alright,” he says. “I’ll try it out.”

“It’ll be fun,” you promise.

You’ll try your best to make it so.

Or at the very least, to get his mind off everything.

If anything else, you think, no matter about you, you want that.

You always want to ease his burdens if you can. Even if you don’t know what they are. But right now, in this moment, as he seems so weighed down, it is the strongest you’ve ever felt.

Something like protectiveness. A wish to hide him from the bad of the world. To give him a break, a place to relax.

You don’t know if it’s possible, if it’ll even work, but…

You have to try.

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yoonjinsgirl · 1 year ago

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Heyaaaa guys!!! I'm here with chapter-4 to my series.

checkout series previous chapters: 1💌 2💌 & 3💌

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Yoongi x fem!Reader

Summary: you wake up one day only to realize it's 2026 already & to your biggest shock you are not in your bedroom, not in your house! You try to wake yourself up from the dream! But is it really a dream or the truth of your life?

Genre: idol au, mirror world au, fluff, suggestive.

Taglist: Open

Updates: after every 4 days.

Warnings: An au concept, not something that could make sense irl, it could be dangerously delulu. please note all my writings are fictional and has nothing irl to do with any idol/person.

A/N: this fic also feature hobi and his girl "I'm naming hobi's girl as my hobii biased bestie*. We obviously do have bangtan featuring and also a cameo of jihoon aka woozi 💜

Request are open & also highly welcomed and appreciated! Check my work until now: Masterlist💌 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♡^·ᴗ·^♡~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I've imagined this all night and every day!💕

Chapter - 4

As you were lost in your thoughts, yoongi's voice brought you back to reality.

"So guys i have something important to share with all of you regarding our upcoming tour" yoongi said as he looked towards you and you nodded assuring him that he has your attention. But before he could make any announcements, hobi immediately interrupted in between.

"NO HYUNG WAIT! Guys please hang on for a minute" he said as he stood up from his seat immediately dragging yoongi to a corner discussing something with him.

Meanwhile you and your bestfriend look at eachother with a confusing look. So does members look at eachother and you both with confusion, thinking if anyone among you knew what was this whole fuss about! But looked like no one really knew about it.

"Y/nieee/Y/nssii do you anything about this?" both namjoon and jungkook who were sitting around you asked. "Sorry guys i really don't know what is this about!" You replied them.

"Daymnnn! this suspense is gonna eat me up" jungkook said sulking.

"So harshiiee do you know anything? Did hobii hyung told you about whatever discussion is going on between him and yoongi hyung" jimin asked harshitha while taehyung looked towards her hoping atleast she would be having something to spill about whatever was going on, "ehhh.. actually i too don't know anything about this whole thing! Sorry jimin! Sorry guys!" She said again shattering everyone's hopes.

"Wait! Wait! Wait! This hyung is awfully quite! C'mon hyung spill the beans already! we all know, you definitely know something about this thing, only that's why you are not getting desperate to know!" Jungkook pointed towards Jin whose expressions weren't proving Jungkook's point but his red ears definitely exposed him.

"Yahhhhhh! Yahhhhhh! Yahhhhh! i don't know anything, and have some respect towards your elders!!" Jin said trying to avoid answering anyone. Before discussion could go any further both yoongi and hobi returned back to their seats gaining everyone's attention.

"Sorry guys for making you all wait, but i had things to confirm with hyung and so we took time." Hobii said looking towards everyone who were on their verge to bounce questions on them, looking like desperate kids who wanted to know where their chocolates were hidden.

Yoongi chuckled slightly at the sight of members, which made them instantly jump on him, "what is so funny about our faces hyung? We are desperate to know what are you and hobi hyung hiding from us that even namjooniee hyung doesn't knows about and this hyung here won't answer even though we all clearly know he knows something about it". Both Jimin and Taehyung spoke.

"Calm down guys! So the thing i was going to say was that as we know that our tour is shortly going to get announced, i wanted to make sure, you all know that, I'm not coming without y/n, so she'll be with me during the tour. I'm not going to leave her alone here waiting for me! She doesn't deserve to always just keep waiting for me, so i had talked with our staff, our team and pdnim and they've agreed to it! Yoongi said making your eyes widened, ofcourse he told you about this before coming here but you didn't expected that memebers didn't knew about this, because you thought surprise meant, only you didn't knew. Hobi took over yoongi and continued, "I've similar request like hyung! I'm not leaving harshiii alone here! I don't think that's acceptable to leave our partners alone here everytime we have schedules, like half of the time that's what we do, they had enough not anymore! I too have got all permission and tickets and visa".

You could see harshitha's jaw drop and her face turning red getting flustered due to all the love and concern that was visible in hobii's words. Meanwhile you were shocked by everything happening around, you thought your head might explode, Is this all happening according to your wishes you thought. Meanwhile yoongi continued talking, "You guys we wanted to talk to you all first but then we knew you all would support us! We know eachother better than anyone else, and it was important to first make confirmation with company and Yes Jin hyung knew about it because he was the one who encouraged us to go on with our decision." You could see Jin shrugging off at yoongi's words.

"So guys don't attack him because we had requested to not let anyone know about this so please don't get mad on him" hobi said asking everyone especially his maknaes, ofcourse he knew how it could actually hurt everyone's feelings but here he knew how they all had dramatic ass.

"Hobaa! Yoongi Hyung! Don't get mad on us! But actually we are sorry!" Namjoon suddenly said out of nowhere.

"What are you saying Namjoonahh?" Hobi asked him being absolutely clueless.

"Yes we didn't get it? Like why are you sorry! We are supposed to be sorry actually for not talking with you earlier!" Yoongi asked namjoon clearly not understanding why was he sorry as according to him, clearly him and hobi were at fault.

"Actually hyung don't get mad on us.. but we knew about this! So we are sorry for spoiling this announcement, Actually we had heard three of you talk about this a week before and had decided to suprise you instead by gifting you guys couple accessories for airport look as we thought it was meant to be our surprise that you'll suddenly bring them along to airport and will surprise us saying they are accompanying us!"

"OKAY! but what now? Who all knew this? And who are we", hobi asked taken back completely shocked by the truth.

"Ehh hobiii hyung we all knew" jimin said smiling cutely trying to mask off his nervousness.

"YAHHHHHHHH! then how dare you all question me like that if you knew all this?" Jin asked all of them dramatically feeling unnecessarily attacked without having any fault.

"Because we thought there's more to this! Kekeke sorry hyungiee" "Jungkook said giggling his bunny smile visible enough to melt everyone's heart.

Meanwhile both you and your bestfriend kept watching the whole drama unfold, both of you too invested in it. You swear to god you never thought you had get a chance to see a whole ass run bts level of drama and suspense unfold before yourself! Like literally in person.

"OKAY SO IS ANYTHING ANY OF US ARE HIDING FROM EACHOTHER NOW?" Jin asked and everyone remained silent in reply, "okay that's better, let's all sit down now". And everyone followed him and got seated.

So i guess that's it for today, shall we all leave now? Jungkook proposed.

How about going to karaoke? Taehyung asked him and others.

Actually guys sorry i can't, like I'm myself surprised that I'm rejecting this offer but I've some plans already heh so.." jungkook replied, while all eyes fixated to him.

Ahhhhh i get it you said looking towards him laughing slightly.

As others look at you both with questioning eyes!

"Didn't you guys understood what is his other plans are? Ofcourse he has committed a live to armys and must have promised the time too, only that's why he's is hurry to leave. And rejecting going to karaoke because he's going to have one at his place!" You said smiling widely at how no matter what world you go bangtan are still never gonna change, nor their love for armys would!

You guys that's why ggukie has always been our best friend, you say", your bestfriend agreeing with you says, "For real! He has always been like our best friend, having late night lives talking and singing and dancing with us". You nod agreeing with her and add "exactly even early morning lives lol! Like i almost felt like i personally know him through screens! Ggukie always made sure we never feel lonely" you said while jungkook covering his ears, getting shy by all the compliments. Meanwhile hobii and yoongi eye both you and harshitha giving what are we then look?!?

"You guys have no business getting jealous over him!" You instantly reply both of them, catching them off guard, you could see how flustered they looked when you caught them. While the members enjoyed the drama. Soon you all bid byes and walked out of the grand hotel, one by one all leaving in their cars. You couldn't believe you just had your dream come, even if it was in some other side of world, you as well along with yoongi settle down in his car and leave the hotel collecting beautiful happy memories of time you had spend there.

You are lost in your thoughts looking out of window thinking how overnight everything in your life dramatically changed! Until yesterday you were just a mere fangirl who loved bangtan...who loved min yoongi! And today here you are, you just meet them, you are currently dating yoongi! Obviously in another world but hey yoongi and bangtan in your world are just similar loving and kind and hot ofcourse.

You come back to reality remembering what woozi had told you before and think you must not let go off yourself because you don't belong in here! You don't belong to this world! Nor do you belong to yoongi! Even if it hurts like hell you need to remember it.

Suddenly you feel a warm touch on your thigh and a shiver runs down your spine as you know the owner of those hand to be yoongi, those pretty hands of his that you always craved for, you bit your lips to get a hold on yourself. And immediately put your hands on them and hold it before anything else could happen. Yoongi smiles at you as he sees you holding his hand. And in no time you both reach back to his place.

As soon as he unlocks the door to his house he stops you on your track and holds your arm around his neck and before you could understand anything, yoongi was carrying you in his arms. You feel butterflies in your stomach, you know your face is already red as tomato so you hide your face into his chest. Probably all wrong possibilities cooking inside your dumb head.

"Aigooooo why is my kitten so shy" yoongi says as he notices your state and laughs showing his cutest gummy smile. How at the moment you wished you could probably eat his cute fluffy cheeks. This was definitely what you wanted, though you knew yoongi never loved you it was just some silly stupid realm thing making it happen, so you would be probably using him if you cross your limits.

"Yoon please put me down" you ask him. "Why bby i thought you felt romantic when i lifted you" yoongi asked you still walking towards the bedroom. "Yes yoon but you must be tired also what about your shoulder yoongs! I can't risk your health" you tell him. "Don't worry kitten I'm fine and besides I'm sure doc never forbidded me from not lifting love, so i can lift up my love anytime i or you want". He said while kissing your forehead and holding you tight.

"But yoonieee" you try to protest but he attaches his lips to yours just to shut you up. And swiftly drops you in bed your lips still attached. And your mind asking you to stop this right here but your heart doesn't seems to listen to your advice at all. Before you could do anything. He gently lets you go and you definitely miss his lips on yours. You see him walking towards closet without saying a word and you feel guilty about spoiling it for him but you were helpless.

Minutes later he comes out walking with clothes in his hands and offers you his hands to get up and you follow his gesture without arguing, trying not to upset him anymore. As leads towards bathroom you are shocked to see the arrangement, your eyes widen as you see bathroom decorated beautifully with rose petals, lotus and candles and soft music already playing from somewhere, you are shocked to see his efforts but your heartbreaks thinking how will you handle this situation!

"Love" yoongi calls you out in his deepest voice as he lifts you up to the counter on his bathroom and makes you sit there. "Bby i could see since morning how stressed you were about something, so i thought i should do something about it and so i thought this was the best way to help you! I know you love this kind of arrangement and a long & warm bath always helps you so here you go my love" His eyes shining with love for you and you couldn't resist giving him a quick kiss on his check. To which he smiles brightly. "I know you would love me to join you but this is meant to calm you down ifykyk" yoongi laughs while teasing you. Does this man knows what exactly he is doing to you, you think as he holds your hands and kisses you knuckles. "So before this whole thing gets ruined get your therapy and don't worry as always I'll keep your clothes ready hmnn..!!" He says as gently strokes your face with his thumbs.

You already feeling yourself melting under his gentle touch, thinking one more strike and you won't be able to control yourself. So you gently hold his hands and look into his eyes and give him another kiss on his cheek, place your hands on his shoulders and slowly get down the counter. As he holds you by your waist to save you from falling down. You swear to god the way he treats you, the way he cares for you and treats you like a queen makes him the most sexiest man to you. And it makes it even more hard to resist him and to not fall in love with him for the 1000000000... time now.

"Okay love so I'll get going now before i lose my control, i hope you will feel better after getting freshen up" he says as he kisses your forehead and finally leaves you while closing the door. You instantly fall down locking the door from inside thinking how you aren't doing this right and hope woozi actually finds a way faster, you can't help but feel guilty for making yoongi do this all, he doesn't deserve this. Even if he really doesn't has a girlfriend that doesn't mean you are allowed to play with his feelings! you think as you feel so bad as you look at all the effort he has put in for you. You get up and go in and take shower, mostly while sobbing quietly. But you control yourself because what if yoongi would know you cried! What will you tell him then, you think.

As promised by yoongi he had kept clothes ready for you to change in. You get ready and come out to find yoongi drying his hairs. As soon as he notices you, he keeps the dryer away and comes to you. "Don't worry yoongs I'm fine now" you said while holding his hands. "So what are we gonna do now?" You ask him. "Well I've some plans to spend our day but it's our love anniversary too y/n i don't want you too feel like it means nothing to me" he says, hesitation visible in his eyes, "yoons you know we both are so much alike! I know i will love your idea because you are my ideal man" you tell him, making him blush slightly at your sudden compliment. "Well my plan is watching something on tv, while laying down comfortably in our bed and order a take-out or maybe i can cook us anything you want to eat, also coffee and popcorn are kept ready just in case if you like my plan" he says while smiling towards you. "Perfect Plan Yoongs! That's exactly how i would like to celebrate our love anniversary by staying next to you, that's all I've waited and all i want." You reply him sheepishly. While he hugs you lovingly, and you slowly hug him back.

And that's exactly how you spend your day with him relaxing while laying down in the bed, stealing glances at yoongi every few mins, sipping your favorite iced americano and sharing popcorn with him as you watch something on tv, you don't even know when the day came to an end. Both of you had your dinner as you decided to order take-out as you could sense yoongi was quite tired to cook anything.

You both were now watching some funny cat video, as you notice yoongi smiling whole heartedly, his shoulders shaking as he laughs, you can't help but stare at him, here he was, the man of your dreams, the only one you always wished to be with, your favorite smile in the whole world, the favorite sound of his laugh. Everything about him was your favorite. "Wae wae wae?" Yoongi suddenly asks you, "What?" You ask him back. "Why are you are suddenly staring at me like that?" Yoongi asks you, feeling a bit shy under your gaze. "Because you are my favorite person yoongi, and i love you so much" you blurt out feeling the moment. For seconds there's a pindrop silence as you curse yourself for being a fool for not getting hold on yourself for 777777777... time now. Before you could process anything you feel his soft lips on you, kissing you slowly, and making your heart beat faster than ever as you fight with your heart to not lose your control, but does it even matters to your heart, no because few seconds later you find yourself kissing him back, you could feel him smiling throughout the kiss, although you hate yourself to admit how you love the feeling of lips on yours, it's almost like he devours it as if that's his only favorite thing in the world. His hands pulling you closer to feel you as much as he could. "Y/n i can never have enough of you, you drive me crazy, everything about you makes me insane, i love you so much, he says while bringing you even more close to him, "stop me before i go insane y/n, i don't know what it is about you that makes me so impatient!", he says as he traps you between his arms, and you lay on his chest hugging him. "It's the same thing that drives me insane for you yoons" you reply him.

He turns off the t.v as you both drift to sleep while holding eachother close.

Days go on and turn into a week, while you and yoongi enjoyed every bit with eachother. Your bond getting stronger then ever. Though none of you crossed any of your limits, before anything would get heated up or intensive, both of you would immediately divert your feelings and gently hug each other. And day by day you kept falling more and more in love with him.

How long will this all continue, could you always stay close to yoongi? Is all you would keep thinking everyday as you spend your days with him. Deep down feeling guilty of thinking to never return back and stay near him always. Thoughts like this always haunted you hard everyday as you would lay down next to him, sleeping in his arms as he holds you close. Hearing yours and his breathing sounds became your favorite bgm to fall asleep.

Until one day you get the unexpected call and you see your world falling apart! The world you had created in your head on basis of your own imagination.

TO BE CONTINUED....

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separatist-apologist · 1 year ago

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The Fire Won't Burn Me

All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life

for @elucienweekofficial

Summary: Princess Elain Archeron wants nothing more than to be reunited with her missing youngest sister and to see her father finally emerge from the fog of grief he's been living under since her mother died. When her step mother arranges for her older sister to fetch her youngest to celebrate Elain's impending engagement to a neighboring prince, it seems like she'll get her wish. That is, until her father's fearsome huntsman steps in and wrecks it all. Now she's on the run, hiding in the forest to keep herself- and her heart- intact.

In her quest to understand why someone would want her heart carved from her chest, Elain will have to reconcile what it means to truly be the fairest of them all

“Jurian, what do you know about sleeping curses?” Elain asked, carefully braiding her pie crust. Jurian glanced over at Elain, seated on the floor as he worked on her overturned chair.

“Does that seem like something I would know a lot about?” he replied dryly, though Elain could see the spark of interest in his brown eyes.

“Well…no,” she admitted, turning back to her pie. “But you do know a lot of things. I thought maybe you’d heard something.”

“What makes you ask?” Jurian returned to his screw driver, though she knew his whole focus was on the conversation unfolding around them. Elain, too, didn’t really want to work on her pie, though it was at least something to do with her hands. Lucien had vanished before she woke. She had the vague memory of his lips on her cheek murmuring he’d be back which might have been a dream. Elain couldn’t be sure.

“I heard the princess was placed under an enchanted sleep,” she told Jurian carefully, noting the way his eyes cut toward her for a moment. “I was just curious how they were broken.”

He grunted in response. There was nothing but silence between them, and the scraping of wood and Elain’s timer for her oven quietly chiming. And then—

“Magic requires balance,” he murmured gruffly, not looking at her at all. “Spells, curses…those sorts of things always have some sort of exploitable loophole. If the princess is trapped, there has to be a way to free her. Otherwise, the caster incurs the cost.”

Elain blinked. Lucien hadn’t said anything about Amarantha being damaged, though she still asked, “Incurs what kind of cost?”

Jurian shrugged. “It depends, I s’pose, on the power. For a sleeping curse…and suspended death? A heavy cost, I would imagine. So most casters, if they’re skilled, build a backdoor into their curses. If they’re very skilled, they’ll create specific conditions under which the curse can be lifted, which appeases nature because there is no permanence to it.”

“You know an awful lot,” Elain said, wondering who Jurian actually was. Hardly the grumpy tradesman working the mines and keeping her alive. This was the sort of knowledge that only someone close to magic, someone with an education, would have.

He did look at her, then. “You have your secrets and I have mine.”

“Do you know what the loophole is?” Elain asked instead, thinking whatever it was could be broken, so long as she knew the exact conditions.

Jurian shook his head. “There’ll be something that tells people, though. If you went to see the princes…a placard, a talking squirrel…something that announced it. Curses are specific like that.”

“That seems too easy,” Elain said, abandoning the pretense of work entirely. “Surely there’s some catch.”

“Well, just because you know how to break the curse doesn’t mean the means to do so will be readily available. Perhaps the thing you need has yet to be invented. Or is so rare you have to make a perilous journey that no one has ever managed to survive. Your savior might be a baby, or some rare seed that only blooms in one place at one time in the year.”

That dampened her spirits a bit. So there was a way to free Nesta, but it was likely to be impossible. Jurian turned back to his chair and Elain left her pie in the oven, scooping bird feed in a bucket to get some fresh air and clear her thoughts. The worst of winter was coming—the longest night of the year would be upon them that night. Feyre’s birthday, she remembered with a pang. Where was she? Had Nesta even found her? Somehow, Elain doubted it. In Amarantha’s bid to remove the three of them, Feyre had been the first to go. Still, Elain was certain Feyre must be alive, just as she was sure Nesta was, too. It was a strange hunch, a feeling she’d always had—some sort of sense that let her know what was happening even when she had no business knowing it.

Just as Elain knew she could trust Lucien, despite being tasked with carving out her heart. He’d take her to Nesta, and together, they’d figure out how to uncurse her—and then, somehow, they’d find Feyre, too. Overthrow Amrantha, though Elain didn’t quite know how they’d do that, too. Only that she knew they would, just as she knew the sun would set and her name was Elain Archeron.

“Don’t open this door for strangers,” Jurian warned her, just as he always did when he left. He checked the hinges, satisfied they weren’t squeaky, and left her just like he always did.

Elain had begun to suspect he didn’t want to see Lucien stroll in, which he did an hour later. Elain smiled, the table already set as Lucien kicked snow off his boots and hung up his cape.

“It’s warm in here,” he said with an easy, handsome smile. “Smells good.”

“I missed you, too,” she replied, delighted when he came into the kitchen. Hands skimming her shoulders, Lucien lowered himself to press a kiss to her cheek. “It's the solstice tonight.”

Something sparked in his gaze. “Yes. I have a gift for you, actually.”

Elain’s heart stumbled. “A gift? For me?”

“Don’t look so surprised, princess,” he teased, beckoning for her to leave the kitchen and join him on the little rundown sofa. She sat beside him, waiting as Lucien procured a little box from his pocket.

“It’s not much,” he began, letting her take that velvet thing from him. Elain opened it, surprised to find a little pearl set atop a simple, silver band. Looking up at him, she found him not sitting on the couch, but on one knee before her.

“You don’t need to marry a foreign prince,” he whispered, holding her gaze with steady, sure eyes. “I’ll protect you. I love you. And I know I’m not much, but–”

“Yes,” she breathed, dropping the box beside her, ring and all, to reach for his face. “Of course, Lucien—yes, I will.”

His smile was like the first spring sun. Blinking away what she suspected were tears, he kissed her softly—at first. Elain forgot all about dinner and everything else when his lips were slanted over her own. Lucien reached for her hair, inadvertently pulling her into his lap on the floor. Elain could taste the apology on his lips, sharp and metallic, which would lead Lucien to setting her back to the sofa and treating her like a princess.

But Elain wasn’t stupid. She knew what men and women did together, and that she was only shielded from it because high born ladies belonged to their husbands long before they ever belonged to themselves. Lucien likely had been with women of his station without treating them like spun glass.

Why not her, too? She’d been trying, and he’d thwarted her at every turn. Not since that first time on that very sofa, but even then he hadn’t taken things all the way. Not how she wanted, at any rate. So when Lucien opened his mouth to tell her he was sorry for being so rough, Elain merely sank her teeth against his bottom lips.

Lucien’s groan reverberated through them both. That’s more like it, she thought with private delight. The proof of his desire was carefully wedged along the curve of her ass, though she suspected Lucien wasn’t aware of that fact. He was too busy kissing like he needed her to breathe. Elain was drunk on the feeling of being in love for the first time in her life and with a man like Lucien, no less. Not the prince she’d once imagined, but better. This was special, and he was special.

Reaching behind her, Elain grasped the ring. “Put it on me” she gasped, watching as Lucien fumbled the little box for a moment before finally—finally—getting that pretty, pearl ring out. He slid it against her third finger, admiring it for just a moment.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to hers. “We should eat—”

“No,” Elain replied, holding his stubbled cheeks beneath her fingers. “Take me upstairs, Lucien. I’m tired of waiting.”

“Elain—”

She didn’t want to hear it. Not tonight, not now. Not ever. Elain captured his mouth before he could truly tell her no and tuck her into bed, scurrying away like a scared little mouse. She wanted him, and judging by the way he was trying to angle his hips away from her, Elain guessed he wanted her, too. It was easy enough to scoot closer until her breasts were flush against his chest and her hands were on his neck.

In another life, he would have been a stranger to her. No one special—the caretaker of the forest and little more. Here, though, in this place, Lucien would be her husband. Elain swore the very world itself offered its approval, though maybe that was just a result of her own rapidly beating heart.

“Elain,” Lucien groaned against her lips. She could have cried, half crushed when he lifted her with such ease, pulling her into his arms like she was the most precious thing he’d ever touched. It was talent that kept her against him as he walked her up to the loft, especially when her own fingers were undoing his buttons so when he dropped her to the bed, he shrugged it off with a casual elegance that robbed her of breath. She’d hoped to see bare skin, but beneath the jacket was a white shirt, tucked into his laced up pants, the ties undone around his chest.

“Elain—”

“Take it off,” she breathed, propping herself up on her elbows. “I want to see you.”

“I’m not much to look at,” he replied, though he pulled that shirt up over his head all the same. She almost laughed—not at his chiseled, broad body, but his declaration he wasn’t much to look at. Every inch of his golden brown skin was a marvel, so lovely and smooth—even where it was scarred. Elain kept her eyes on him, surprised by how his hands seemed to tremble when he reached for his laces. She’d seen this part of him before. It was nice to see the whole of him, though—muscular and broad, with those strong thighs and the rigid length of him bobbing just between.

Lucien ran a hand over his lower stomach, fingers brushing a trail of auburn hair. “Now you,” he whispered. Elain had half hoped he’d rip her clothes off her body, if only to spare her the embarrassment of disrobing in front of him. What if he didn’t like what he saw? Elain had to trust that no matter what he found lying beneath her clothes, he’d like it.

She had that pearl ring on her finger, afterall. Elain rose, reaching for the ties on her bodice while Lucien gripped the base of his cock, his face ravenous. That helped, she thought. He wanted her just as badly as she did. An ache had begun building between her legs, throbbing impatiently with nothing to alleviate it.

Swallowing, Elain pushed the dress from her shoulders, delighted at the soft whimper that escaped Lucien’s throat. It took only another moment to remove her under things so she was utterly naked before him. They weren’t so close they could touch, though Lucien dared a hesitant step.

And then another.

And another.

Until his fingers brushed the valley between her breasts, skimming over her collarbone, up her neck and beneath her jaw. He tilted her face so she was looking up at him. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. “My wife.”

She couldn’t help the laugh that exploded out of her. It was nerves, and his closeness, combined with his very hot erection pushed against her belly. They were doing this. She wanted to do this. “Not yet.”

Lucien brushed an errant curl from her face. “In my head, you already are. Everything else is merely formality.”

She smiled, surging up on her tiptoes to press her mouth to his. “My husband is sentimental, then?”

“Only when it comes to you,” he replied, his own grin warm and sweet against her lips. Lucien effectively silenced her with a bruising kiss, one hand sliding down her spine while the other remained firmly grasping his cock. Elain couldn’t help her soft moan of pleasure. He was molten, so warm he might have been made of flame, of pure sunlight.

Elain knew no matter how close she got, he wouldn’t burn her. He was safe—he was hers. Elain reached for his shoulders, grazing her nails over his skin gently just because she could. Lucien shuddered, pushing her back to the bed. This time, though, he came with her until his weight was settled over her pleasantly. Elain wiggled, legs parting until he was resting just between the cradle of her thighs. She could feel his cock wedged against her hip, pushing against her stomach when he rolled his hips.

That ache she’d been feeling bloomed, spreading like flower petals in the sun. It was going to consume her if she wasn’t careful. And maybe, just this once, Elain didn’t want to be careful. Everyone else was always urging her to consider the danger of things, to protect herself over everything—at the expense of her own life. Elain wanted to take a risk, to take something for herself, even if it meant getting hurt in return.

He’d let go of his cock in favor of skimming his hands over her body. Elain whimpered when she felt his fingers dragging up the sensitive skin of her thigh, forgetting where his mouth was—currently trailing down her neck.

“Been thinking about this for weeks,” he whispered, teeth nipping against her collarbone. “Need to taste you or I’ll go out of my mind.”

Elain raked her fingers through his hair, digging at his scalp. “You may do whatever you like to me.”

The groan of need that ripped out of him echoed off the walls. “Too much power will surely go to my head.”

“Take it,” was all she could think to say. Her words were little more than a gasp when that clever mouth of his found the pebbled peak of her nipple and drew it into his mouth. The heat and the slickness of his tongue seemed to draw reactions from her seemingly without her input. Elain’s body bucked against his, delighted when his erection ground against her. He groaned, bracing his body weight on one arm just beside her.

Elain dragged her nails along his bicep. Lucien’s hair fell around her face, smokey and soft just like his mouth, his skin, his hands. She wasn’t the only one unraveling—even as Lucien licked along her skin, fingers pinching the now wet nipple so he could lavish praise and attention on the other, he was all but writhing against her.

“Lucien,” she breathed, lifting her hips in invitation. He didn’t take it, though he looked between their bodies with unmistakable hunger gracing his beautiful face. His need made her blood run hot—this was what she’d dreamt of. Not the sex, but the desire coursing through him, making the careful, clever man she’d fallen in love with a desperate, needy creature. He only moaned his agreement before continuing his slide down her body.

She knew what he intended to do. She understood from the way he kept his tongue on her, eyes locked on her face. Silently informing her that what he’d done with his hands all those nights ago, he now planned to do with his mouth. Elain squirmed under his warm breath and his fingers spreading her wider for his hungry gaze.

She wanted this. All of it. Everything he’d ever imagined, all the things he might have done with other women—she wanted that, too. She wanted to overtake every memory in his mind until she was all he thought about, all he dreamt about. Elain wanted to experience these things, too. If he was going to be her husband and they were going to subvert every expectation she’d grown up with, then Elain wanted to be his equal. Not a doll too precious to mar, or glass that might break, but the person worthy of his devotion.

Carding her fingers through his hair, Elain relaxed for the brief moment before he took that first taste. The moment she felt the softness of his tongue against her cunt, Elain jerked upward, gasping so loud it was almost a scream. Lucien merely pushed her back down, one hand flat against her stomach as the other curled around her hips to draw her closer.

“Just like that,” he whispered, pressing a rather filthy kiss between her legs. Elain thought she’d beg if he stopped, which was lucky given Lucien didn’t seem capable. In fact, the way his mouth had begun moving against her suggested this was a deeply selfish act masquerading as something selfish. Elain had begun to build beneath his skilled tongue—she was going to break apart around him, which was clearly what he wanted. And yet from the way he held her and how his own body was rubbing against the bed, she suspected this was also deeply gratifying for him.

She liked knowing that. Elain let go of all her proprietary and gave in to that same desperate need. It was exciting, her legs wrapped around his face, to grind herself against him in bid to chase that delicious friction. Bossy, too, to try and demand he move to please her rather than remaining still and quiet so he might be pleased instead. Lucien groaned, doing as she wanted with no complaint. Elain had a million questions for him—what did he like so much about this act? It had been suggested men cared only for chasing their own pleasure.

Perhaps he was, then, and she’d just misunderstood what people meant when they said that. It didn’t matter, in the end, because whatever notions she’d had were gone now. Lucien had replaced every fanciful daydream, every hope, every dream. And that was fine because none of it compared to this man—Elain was willing to trade it all to keep him.

“Lucien, please,” she panted, tugging at his hair. Her body was half lifted from the soft mattress, his strong arm wrapped around her. Elain was so close, was practically on fire, burning from the inside out. “Lucien, I—”

He gave her no reprieve, no rest. His tongue worked her frantically, though it was that one, clever finger that slid into her body and curled just inside her body that sent her fracturing over the edge. Elain couldn’t breathe, could barely be contained by her own skin. He didn’t stop, riding her through wave after wave of brightly burning pleasure. Elain babbled, begging and repeating his name until she had to kick at his shoulder to pry him off her.

With shining lips and tangled hair, Lucien looked down at her with the sort of reverence reserved only for worshiping the gods. And when he spoke her name, Elain thought it sounded like a prayer.

A song.

“My Elain.”

“Come here,” she whispered, glad to kiss him again, even if all she could taste was her own wet arousal on his tongue. Lucien adjusted himself, slotting the rigid, thick length of his cock just at her opening. He wasn’t going to hurt her—Elain knew that like she knew her own name. And still she braced herself for it, tensing her body as he slid that first inch into her.

Lucien exhaled a shaking breath. “Elain,” he whispered, like it was the only word he knew. It was a tight fit, and not painful. Even when he moved again, and again, again.

Over and over, inch by inch, until he was fully seated inside her. Lucien looked wild, breathing hard through his mouth. His muscled shoulders rose and fell with each new breath, though he remained utterly still while Elain squeezed around him, adjusting to the new fullness that had invaded her body.

It wasn’t pain, and after a moment of breathing through her nose, it had begun to shift distinctly into pleasure. Experimentally, she lifted her hips just to see. Lucien moaned, eyes fluttering shut.

“Is this what you want?” she asked, squeezing tight around his shaft as she repeated the motion.

Lucien lowered himself, chest to chest, so he could kiss her. “You’re what I want,” he said, the foolish romantic. It was his turn to move, withdrawing only to push back in. Elain arched without meaning to, earning a sucking kiss against her neck.

Digging her nails against his chest, Elain rose to meet Lucien with each new thrust, until the pair had fallen into an instinctual rhythm. Gone were her worries she would be bad at this—she could hear his soft moans, his breathless whimpers, given his mouth was pressed right against her ear.

“Lucien,” she whispered, trying so hard to stave off the release rebuilding low in her stomach. She wanted him to slow down, but Lucien understood that pleading note in her voice.

Pushing himself up on his hands, Lucien’s speed increased until Elain was breathless. It was all she could do to grip his arms, holding him for what felt like dear life.

“Come for me, princess,” he grunted, a sheen of sweat misting his forehead. “Let me feel you.”

Elain was so close, practically hanging off the edge. Lucien lowered his mouth, nipping at her sensitive ear. “Let me feel my wife.” It might have been embarrassing, the half scream, half whimpering moan that ripped out of her. Elain’s body was not her own anymore, governed by desperation rather than careful control. She didn’t care, legs wrapped tight around his waist to hold him inside her. Elain barely noticed Lucien’s own loss, his body jerking as he, too, came. For a moment, the only sound was their combined breathing and pounding hearts.

He smiled. Big and unrestrained, and so bright she nearly had to shield her eyes. The huntsman, once sent to carve out her heart, held it in his hands all the same. Did he even realize it? The absurdity of their situation—two people who ought to hate each other, now sharing a body.

Sharing a soul.

Elain kissed his cheek. “I love you,” she said. Lucien’s smile softened.

“I’d do anything for you, Elain. Do you know that?”

Tucking a piece of hair behind his ear, Elain nodded. “I do.”

LUCIEN:

He should have left at sunup. He needed to be at the palace with the deer carcasses he’d caught the day before. He’d hunted extra, drying meat for the journey he and Elain were about to undertake, and he also needed to keep up appearances right up until the very last moment. That might have been possible had he held off on sleeping with his soon-to-be wife.

She’d wanted him, and Lucien had no ability to resist giving her whatever she asked for. Especially if what she wanted happened to be connected to his body, and doubly so when it was the thing he spent all his time fantasizing about, anyway. Case and point—Lucien had Elain on her knees, her face buried in a pillow. Thick, golden curls spilled over her bare shoulders, practically begging him to wrap it around his fist. Lucien would, one day, when she was better adjusted.

Given she’d only just started having sex with him, Lucien was trying to temper the worst of his urges. He’d offered to bring in some freshly fallen snow, wrap it in a cloth, and hold it between her legs which was how they’d ended up here, anyway. Elain’s eyes had welled up with tears as she’d kissed him, breathlessly insisting he was far too kind, and the next thing Lucien knew he was putting her on her hands and knees while he gripped her hips and slid himself back inside her.

He didn’t want to leave. Lucien was certain he belonged firmly at her side, and leaving during the day and hoping nothing happened to her was starting to kill him a little. Elain didn’t realize he was dragging this out, both because the heat of her body clamped around him made him both stupid and crazy, but because the moment he was done, he’d have to put his clothes back on and leave her.

But Lucien was already too close, and Elain had come twice already. He could see the sweat sliding down her spine, could feel the pulsating rhythm of her cunt tight around him. Her release pooled along his balls, dripping to the sheets just below. The sight was too much, coupled with Elain panting his name.

Lucien groaned, spilling into her without a thought other than he needed to immediately have her again.

And again.

She was going to be his wife just as soon as he could drag the local priestess from the village to the cottage. And then….and then. And then what, exactly? He’d tell her the truth about him? That she thought she was defying fate by marrying a lowly huntsman when, in fact, she’d traded one prince for another? A prince without a crown, a kingdom, or a home? What good was he to her if he couldn’t call upon his father for aid to even give Elain back her own crown?

It didn’t help that his letter to Eris had so far gone unanswered. He knew his brother must have received it by then—likely tossed it in the fire with a roll of his eyes. All Lucien had were the friends he’d made as a huntsman, and the skills readily available to him. And while he would have liked to tell Elain he was actually a prince and his kingdom was coming to aid her so she might sit on the throne until Nesta returned, Lucien knew that wasn’t going to happen.

And he needed to get her out of this place before Amarantha truly learned the heart she kept on her desk belonged to an animal. It was that thought that convinced Lucien to pull himself regretfully out of her body. The sight of his come spilling down her thighs nearly undid him—and the urge to use his thumb to push it back into her still fluttering cunt was impossible to resist.

“Careful,” Elain murmured, flipping to her back with a satisfied smile. She was so absurdly beautiful, so lovely it made his chest ache. “That’s how you end up with a child.”

“I could only dream,” Lucien replied, leaning over her to kiss her forehead. “Maybe prop your legs up, just to be safe.”

“Are you trying to trap me?” she laughed, watching as he slid off the bed for his pants.

“That’s what the engagement ring was for.”

Elain’s smile dimmed as Lucien began lacing his trousers. “How long will you be gone?”

“Just long enough to visit the palace,” he promised, hating the hope that flooded her gaze. He knew she wanted to go back—that she wanted him to return and tell her it was safe for her to return. As long Amarantha lived, Elain would never be safe.

Lucien wasn’t convinced Amarantha was someone they could kill. Not between the two of them, at any rate. Maybe, if he could track down Nesta, she could rally the neighboring kingdoms into helping. He didn’t know much about the princess other than what he’d seen, but something told him Eris would find Nesta a lot more compelling.

“Will you check on my father? And…and see if there is any news of Nesta?”

Lucien bowed, snatching up his shirt as he did so. “Anything for you, my lady.”

Elain’s teeth worried at her bottom lip while she watched, dressing herself and trailing after him to the kitchen where she fussed until he finally shoved some stale bread into his mouth. He’d forgotten she’d made dinner the previous night, only for them to abandon it in favor of each other. Lucien’s stomach rebelled, his heart urging him to stay and help her clean up…and maybe eat something else before he went. He’d never leave, and tomorrow when he showed up, someone would want to know why he was late.

Better not to give them any reason to look his way at all. Lucien forced himself to give Elain only the chastest of kisses before stepping into the cold.

“Come back to me,” Elain murmured, her breath curling around her face like shadows. Lucien waved, not daring to turn and look again. He was already struggling to leave her—hearing those soft words, like she didn’t expect him to come back, was enough to break him. He’d be back, he reminded himself. There was nothing that could keep her from him.

Not even death.

Lucien gathered his animals and began the cold, miserable trudge back to the castle. As he walked, he replayed his evening with Elain in the back of his mind. It helped with the cold, and the still falling snow making a mockery of his hair and cloak. By the time Lucien made his way out of the forest, his tracks had been concealed and no one knew where he’d come from.

Though it was forbidden for most to cut through the woods the way he was allowed. Half his job—one he’d been doing badly ever since Elain came crashing into his life—was keeping would be trespassers out.

Black guards stood on either side of the entrance, a new feature to the servants doors. The once bustling halls were sparse and shockingly silent. The scent of blood permeated the air which was never a good sign. Lucien dropped his animals off, too curious not to investigate. Every day was some new horror, he bet. It wouldn’t have surprised Lucien to learn the servants had fled, looking for safer work.

“Lucien,” Vassa hissed, her cerulean eyes wide with surprise. “Prince, what are you—”

Lucien blinked, trying to make sense of Vassa’s sudden slack expression of the ashen look of horror against her usually lively face. He also couldn’t make sense of his own inability to speak, or the blackness dotting his vision. Lucien lurched forward a step, trying to keep the world steady.

But it toppled, and so did he.

Right into darkness.

Lucien woke to a throbbing headache and a dry mouth. His first, terrible thought, was of Elain—she’d asked him to come back, but he was…where was he? Head spinning, Lucien sat up to find Vassa sitting against a cool stone wall. Her once beautiful amethyst dress was filthy, her bouncy curls lifeless around her pretty face.

“You’re alive,” she said dryly, fiddling with her fingers in her lap. “I was starting to think you’d die.”

“Where are we?”

Vassa gestured around them, opening and closing her mouth as though it was too painful to speak. Lucien should have known, judging from the bars on the window just overhead and the dark stone that surrounded them, though it was the bolted, iron door that betrayed the dungeons for what they were. He understood why he was here. Amarantha had figured him out, which meant she knew Elain was alive. But Vassa… “Why are you down here?”

“I’m sure her soldiers are sweeping into my kingdom as we speak. I’ve been accused of treason against the crown. Some trumped up, made up charges. This was never about diplomacy.”

The bitter note to Vassa’s voice settled in his chest. When he didn’t speak, she said, “What about you, prince?”

“I did commit treason,” he said without an ounce of regret. Elain was well-hidden. Amarantha wouldn’t find her, and even if she did, Lucien trusted Jurian would intervene before any harm could come to Elain.

“I don’t suppose one of your brothers might intercede on your behalf?” Vassa asked, drawing her knees up to her chin. Lucien scoffed.

“One less contender for the throne.”

“Then we’re on our own,” Vassa whispered, her jaw set with determination. Lucien might have asked what she was planning had the sound of heels clicking against stone not echoed around them. Amarantha was coming, likely to gloat.

Or to kill them. That was a very real possibility, too. Lucien forced himself to his feet, grateful the queen wouldn’t see how he slumped against the wall, head swimming from the blow he’d sustained. It was a problem for another time, because by the time the key slid into the lock, Lucien was fully righted and well aware of the large hunting knife still hidden in his boot. Let that stay a secret as long as he could keep it—he had a feeling he’d need it soon. Vassa remained on the floor, glassy eyed and unwilling to engage in the same posturing Lucien was. Not that it mattered. Amarantha swanned into the dingy, filthy cell like she owned it, too.

Draped in all black, what else was new. Lucien was only barely paying attention because there, hanging from the crook of her arm, was an all-too familiar basket piled with the reddest apples he’d ever seen. Lucien’s stomach lurched. He knew that red and white checkered blanket.

“Oh, good,” Amarantha said with a too sharp smile. “We don’t have to play games. I was worried you’d keep up the pretenses and thats so boring, huntsman. Do you remember the job I gave you?”

“You’ve given me a lot of jobs,” Lucien replied flatly, though his heart was pounding in his throat. He’d seen that basket on Elain’s kitchen counter more often than he could count. And though the only apple orchard he’d ever seen belonged to the king, he’d never once questioned how Elain always had fresh fruit.

He’d just assumed it was Jurian. Gods, but he’d never once questioned anything, so caught up in falling in love that he’d forgotten to be careful.

“This job was special. All you had to do was cut out the heart of one inconsequential girl. A girl who, to my understanding, is so pathetically inept she couldn’t have hurt you even if she’d wanted to. You told me she did. Do you want to know how I knew you’re a liar?”

Lucien kept his mouth resolutely shut. Amarantha didn’t seem to care, one hand wrapped around the pale skin of her elegant throat. She seemed different, somehow. Younger…and yet, not beautiful. Not the way she craved, anyway.

“When I ate it, it made me sick,” she spat, eyes glittering like coal. “How pathetic you are, oh handsome prince of Avalon. You could have had safety from your family. You could have had a long life, and you threw it away for what? A quick lay with a woman who never could have loved you? You should have seen the way she cried when she learned what a liar you are. How she cursed your name…right until the bitter, bloody end. How's that for love, prince? You get to languish in this cell until your father comes to claim you knowing your pretty princess cursed your name with her last, dying breath.”

Vassa cleared her throat, eyes wide. Whatever spell Amarantha had woven around him—the sort that forced him to see her words so clearly—shattered. Elain wouldn’t. Elain wouldn’t.

“You didn’t kill her,” Vassa whispered, her skirts rustling softly. “Just like you haven’t killed us.”

“You have use to me,” Amarantha snapped, blood red lips curling over her teeth. “She is nothing. Worthless. A pretty trinket—”

“Her fathers favorite child,” Vassa interrupted, still quiet. “And the only thing keeping him under that spell. If you kill her, his grief will shatter it.”

“He’ll never know!” Amarantha’s voice was rising with hatred, her panic betraying her. Lucien’s knees, once in danger of giving way, held firm. Elain wasn’t dead. Alive, somehow—though Lucien knew whatever Amarantha had done to her was likely to hurt her. But alive, and if Elain was alive, he could get to her.

“He will, and you know he will,” Vassa murmured, holding Amarantha’s gaze with the same spell-like quality Amarantha had woven over Lucien. “Just like he knows Elain isn’t married to a stable hand, and just like he knows something is wrong with Nesta and Feyre. You can’t kill them…so why are you here? To gloat? When you haven’t even won?”

“We’ll see,” Amarantha snapped, staggering back a step. Lucien had never seen her so shaken. She reached for the handle behind her, dropping an apple on the ground. The fruit bounced, settling around Vassa’s legs. “The truth remains that Elain Archeron is no more and you will return to Avalon, disgraced and in chains. And you will rot here until I no longer have use of you. There is no saving any of you. The Archeron family is over.”

And with that, she slammed the door behind her. Lucien waited for the sound of the key in the lock that never came, holding his breath while he waited for Amarantha to realize her mistake. Vassa, too, waited wide-eyed with fear, neither of them breathing.

They weren’t given long to wait. Lucien had just about convinced himself to surge for the door, unsure what he’d do once he got into the hall. Kill the black guards before they could kill him and…and find Elain. Get on his knees and apologize and hope Amarantha had been lying about that, too.

New, heavier steps began to echo down the halls. Boots, Lucien thought, and the heavy footfalls of someone who was armed. Vassa’s hope quickly shuttered into fear, causing Lucien to step in front of her, one arm thrown out.

“Lucien,” Vassa whispered as the steps came closer.

He took a breath, waiting for the door to push open.

Firelight gilded off a familiar sight. Auburn hair, pushed off a cruel, classically handsome face. A calloused hand rested on the hilt of a sword hanging from the hip of Lucien’s eldest brother. Eris Vanserra stood in that dungeon, chin raised, amber eyes burning with what could only be described as cool amusement.

“What trouble have you gotten yourself into this time, little brother?”

#elucien #ignoring the bullshit by posting more writing #also would i put all my plot in one chapter??#yes yes i would

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Separated but Together

By Charlie and mostly Kris (AKA @scaramarii)

Prologue

I wasn’t really there when my parents divorced. I just remember my mom yelling at my dad. I’m Amelia by the way. I’m twelve years old, and a witch in training. I know it sounds crazy, but let me tell you the whole story.

Chapter 1

We were friends for a while. Now we’re stuck together in a magical forest , but it’s not like we want to be. For you to figure out what happened to us, we have to go back a while.

It was mid-August, and school had only started a couple of weeks ago. I was very popular. Not for long though. I was getting ready for my first period class.

“Hey, Amelia! How are you doing,” she yelled across the hall. I hate when she does that. Emily was still my friend, but there were things about her that just ticked me off sometimes. The way she yells for me, she listens to me sometimes, and she breathes a little loud.

“I’m good, but why do you have to yell?” I found it annoying how loud she was.

“Why not?” she asked.

“Whatever.” And then, all of a sudden, the bell rang.

“See you after homeroom, Amelia,” she said.

“See you,” I said back.

My homeroom teacher is Mrs. White, while Emily’s is Mr. John. I like Mrs. White. I mean, she’s nice and sweet. What’s not to like? She even baked us cookies once, which was super sweet. But Emily told me that Mr. John is mean and strict. She says that sometimes he will put people in detention for a whole month if they don’t follow the rules. It was brutal. I went to the classroom and the first thing I saw was a substitute teacher. It was Mrs. Johnson, one of the MEANEST substitutes I’ve ever had (I had her as a substitute in third period once). She made us stay quiet the whole time she was there, and if we dared to make a move or sound, she would slap a ruler down on her desk. It’s SO annoying,

We did attendance, and morning announcements, and then just sat there blankly, doing nothing. Then I got bored, so I passed a note to my other friend, Hazel. I wrote, “Psst, do you want to play hangman?”

She passed me a note back saying, “No, and we should not be passing notes.” And I got a little annoyed at her for that.

But suddenly, somebody came into the room. She looked really cool. She had white silverish hair, but it looked metallic. Her clothes were black, but the sleeves were see-through with metallic dots on the sleeves. She was wearing a black skirt, and black tights.

“Hello Mrs. Johnson. I am Mrs. Grace, and I am going to be your sub instead.” The whole class cheered. We were finally getting rid of our mean sub.

“EXCUSE ME?” Mrs. Johnson looked livid. Hazel and I held back laughter.

“What? Do you think this is a joke? Frankly, you look like one.” Mrs. Grace had a smug smile on her face, though her storm gray eyes bore into Mrs. Johnson. “I imagine that your father thought that your mother cheated on him with an alien.”

Mrs. Johnson's face pinched in an odd way.

“Really? You dare disrespect me?! You look like a teenager with that outfit! If I didn’t know any better, I would say you were sixteen!”

Mrs. Grace’s eyes darkened, so they looked less storm gray and more sea-during-a-hurricane blue. Weird. She suddenly whipped out a piece of paper that she shoved on the desk. As Mrs. Johnson read it, her face took on a look of shock and rage.

“Fine.” She stood up and stormed out of the classroom, slamming the door behind her. Mrs. Grace looked amused.

“Well then.” She spread her arms. “Are you not going to introduce yourselves? I saw that your other substitute had the attendance papers, and I sort of need those.” Her pupils glinted white and her iris’ flashed purple. I looked at Hazel and saw a look of confusion on her face.

“Did you see that?” I asked her.

“See what?” “Her eyes. They were-” suddenly, I was interrupted.

“Girls in the back, would you introduce yourselves first?” Mrs. Grace said after writing her name on the board.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Her eyes are normal. I’m sure of it.” She didn’t sound so sure.

“Whatever,” I whispered back.

After I introduced myself to her, Mrs. Grace looked surprised. When class ended, she said “Amelia? I’d like to see you for a moment.” I wondered what I’d done wrong. Was it what I had said about her eyes? Or did I miserably fail an assignment? I did that a lot.

“Yes ma’am?” I kept my head down.

“Look at me when you talk to me.” I looked up, and Mrs. Grace didn’t look mad or concerned. She looked amazed. “I take it you saw my eyes change? Don’t mention that to anyone else. Non-magic folk aren’t supposed to see that.”

I stared at her. “What?”

“I’m a witch. Not a teacher. That paper was just a trick. I’ll show you who I really am tonight. And I’ll show you who you are. Bring your friend Emily.”

I started to protest, but I remembered the times when I caused something weird to happen. And frankly it was a lot “Alright.”

Chapter 2

As I waited for midnight, I stared at the text I’d sent Emily. She hadn’t seemed to believe me until I sent her a picture of the note Mrs. Grace had sent me. The clock hit 12:00. I opened my window (my room was on the first floor) and jumped out.

Emily was waiting outside, her red hair pulled up in a ponytail. She looked annoyed. She was wearing a black hoodie and black leggings, and had a backpack slung over her shoulder.

“What took you so long?”

I sighed. “My mom. I had to pretend to be asleep until she went to bed.” Emily rolled her eyes. “You’re not a kid anymore.” “Technically I am. We’re wasting time, let’s go.”

“Fine.” As we ran to the forest outside the town, I saw a purple light.

“That way,” I said, pointing towards the light.

“What? There’s nothing special about that way,” Emily complained as I dragged her along.

“Sometimes there is something special about things, normal people just never see it.”

Emily sighed.

As we approached the light, I saw Mrs. Grace’s silhouette approaching. Her eyes glittered like a snakes. She smiled thinly and creepily.

“Hello.” She looked pale in the moonlight

“Hi…” I said. Emily just stood there, mouth open wide, mesmerized by Mrs. Grace’s outfit and beauty

“Amazed huh?” Mrs. Grace said, her smile looking creepier. She seemed to notice how she looked eerie with that smile, and stopped. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Emily said, still looking shocked.

“You know me as Mrs. Grace, but really, my name is Yoru.” Her gray eyes had a serious look to them.

“No way.” I stared at her in shock as Mrs. Grace- no, Yoru- tilted her head at Emily and I.

Yoru looked amused as Emily’s mouth opened and closed like a fish. “Woah.”

Yoru smiled and laughed. “You shouldn't be so surprised,” she said in a mysterious tone.

“It’s not her fault,” I said defensively. “She’s just surprised.”

Yoru tilted her head. “Alright then.” She waved her arms, and the clearing was filled with light in every color you could imagine. Then Yoru said, “So you wanted to learn how to use your powers. Right Amelia?”

I stared at her, wondering what she meant. “What?”

“You have powers,” Yoru said.

I sat there feeling like I looked as amazed as Emily did. “No I don’t,” I said, trying to find any bit of information in Yoru’s expression. But her face held no answers.

“I’d better show you my powers,” she said, ignoring what I just said. She touched a crystal necklace I hadn’t seen before. Now right before my eyes, I saw it glowing, sparkling, and sparking magic. Then after moments of nothing the glittering stopped suddenly.

“Come on! I got you tuned up yesterday!” Yoru glared at her necklace. She touched it again, and it lit up again. “There we go.” She waved her arms, and suddenly, colorful crystals sprouted from the ground. The wind picked up, blowing sparks across the clearing. The moon seemed brighter.

“Oh my gosh,” I said. Emily looked just as shocked as I felt.

“She- you- how-?” Emily didn’t seem to be able to say anything.

Yoru grinned, but it didn’t look creepy, like it had when Emily and I met up with her. “Magic.” She knelt down to pick up a small orange crystal that was shaped like a more angular water droplet. “Oh, that’s perfect.” She pulled out a string, turned the crystal into the necklace, and tossed it to me.

“What’s this for?” I tugged at the string, finding that it was slightly elastic.

“You’ll need it to control your magic.” Yoru snapped her fingers, and the gems disappeared, except for the necklace I was holding. “Well? Put it on. It’ll be easier to find out what magic you’re good at with it.”

I slipped the necklace around my neck. I felt an odd sensation in my fingers, like my hand had fallen asleep. I suddenly noticed a bunch of little glowing orbs, circling Yoru like a kettle of vultures. “What are those little things around you?”

Yoru gently picked one of the orbs up. “Oh, these? They’re like little light birds. The average human can’t see them. Your friend can’t see them either, but she’s a different story.”

“What does that mean?” Emily squinted at the witch, as if trying to see the light birds.

Yoru laughed. “You’re not a normal human, but you aren’t a witch either. If you want, I can bring you to the magic village so someone can explain it to you.”

Emily’s hands immediately went to her ears. They were incredibly pointy, which I guess I should’ve mentioned earlier, but I’d been busy dragging her out of a pit of- never mind. If I keep talking about that, I’ll just go on a side-tangent and forget what I’m talking about. “Does it have something to do with my ears?”

“Maybe.” Yoru pulled a phone out of thin air with a purple flash. She looked at the screen for a moment after unlocking it. “Huh. I must have taken longer to explain things than I thought.” She looked back up at Emily and I. “You two should go home now. Come back here tomorrow. I’ll try to explain more then. I’m sorry we couldn’t have more time to talk.”

Before I could even protest, Yoru drew a circle in the air, and in a swirl of crystal shards and purple light, she was gone. The gems and light also disappeared, putting Emily and I in an average dark clearing at midnight.

I looked at Emily. “She did not take that long to explain things.”

Emily shrugged. “Maybe she’s hiding something.” She pulled her hood over her head. “Anyway, I don’t wanna stay here for too long. This place is creepy. See you tomorrow?”

I nodded. “Bye Emily.” I watched as she pulled a flashlight out of her backpack, turned it on, and dashed out of the clearing. But I didn’t follow her. I wanted to stay, and try to do something magical, despite having no training whatsoever.

I tapped the jewel on my necklace. It glowed a vibrant red with yellow swirls. Sparks danced around the clearing. “Show us what you can do,” they seemed to be saying.

Feeling like I’d just drank my moms tea (she likes to put a lot of matcha powder in it for some reason), I waved my arms, copying what Yoru had done to create the gems. My fingers tingled, as if they’d fallen asleep.

All of a sudden, I was holding a ball of fire. It didn’t burn me. It just stayed in my hand, dancing around my fingers. I’d love to say I wasn’t afraid, but that would be a lie. I was panicking. I thought that it was going to burn down the clearing, burn me in the process.

Then the flames went out. I stumbled, realizing that I felt exhausted. The sparks were gone. Holy crap. I did not just do that. I shook my head. Maybe I’m dreaming. There’s no way this actually happened. I took a deep breath. Maybe..?

I closed my eyes and imagined my bedroom. After a few moments, the air shifted. I opened my eyes, and lo and behold, I was home.

I took the necklace off and set it on my nightstand. I closed my window, and went to sleep.

Chapter Three

When I woke up, I immediately checked my nightstand. Sure enough, the necklace was still there.

There was a knock at my door. I grabbed the necklace and shoved it under the bed. “Come in!” I kicked the pendant further away from where anyone could see it.

“Good morning Amelia!” A word about my mom. She’s probably the nicest person I know, aside from Hazel and Yoru.

“Morning,” I replied, still thinking about what happened. My eyes darted around the room, and then I saw it. One of the little light birds was sitting on my windowsill. I tried to make it look like I didn’t see it, but clearly, I failed.

“Are you alright?” Mom looked at the windowsill, but she obviously didn’t see the light bird.

“Yeah, I’m just tired.”

My mother raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Yep.”

“Alright.” Mom smiled gently. “Your friend Emily is waiting for you. She said something about wanting to talk to you on the way to school.” She left the room and closed my door.

I ran over to my window, and picked up the light bird. As I looked at it, I realized that it really did look like a bird. It looked up at me, and chirped. “Why are you here?” I whispered. “Where did you come from?”

The bird chirped again. This time it sounded like a question.

“Are you asking a question?”

Another chirp. It sounded like the bird was asking me what its name was.

“You want to know your name?”

“Chirp!” I took that as a yes.

“Ummm…” I thought for a moment. “Wisp?”

The bird shook its head.

“Ember?”

“Chirp!” Another yes.

“You want to be called Ember?” I let Ember fly onto my shoulder.

“Chirp.” Ember seemed to have an attitude.

After I waved Ember out of my room (he came back) and got dressed, I went into the living room, where Emily was sitting on the couch.

“Hey Amelia!” Her ears were covered, which I wasn’t used to seeing.

“Hi Emily.” I dashed into the kitchen, dropped a piece of bread into the toaster, ran back into the living room, and sat down next to her. “Why are your ears covered?”

Emily’s voice lowered. “I saw Yoru this morning. She told me that people who wanted to catch people like me were around, and that I needed to cover my ears to stay safe from them.”

My eyes widened. “You’re kidding.” But I knew she wasn’t. Emily liked to joke around, but she would never joke about something like that.

Emily shook her head. “Oh, and she wanted me to tell you-.” Before she could finish her sentence, the toaster dinged. I got up, grabbed my toast, and went back to talk to Emily.

“You were saying?”

“She wanted me to tell you that she can help you figure out how to use your magic.” I almost choked.

“About that, I kinda figured out how to use it.” I explained what happened after she left.

“Woah.” Emily tapped her fingers against her thigh. “So you’re telling me that you just managed to hold a fire without burning anything?”

“Yep.” I swallowed the rest of my toast. “Something tells me that I can do more.”

“Well duh. You-.” I covered Emily’s mouth because she was being too loud.

“Quiet! My mom’s in the house!” I stopped covering Emily’s mouth.

“Sorry,” she whispered.

“Girls! You need to go to school.” My mom poked her head around the corner, her dark brown hair falling around her face.

“Alright! Bye Mom!” I slung my backpack on my shoulder, and dragged Emily out of the house.

“Your mom’s nice.” Emily moved her hair so it would cover her ears again.

“She’s strict when it comes to sleep though.” I touched the ribbon in my hair.

Emily’s eyes widened. “Amelia?”

“Yeah?”

“Your necklace just appeared.”

I looked down, and sure enough, my necklace was around my neck. The angular teardrop shaped jewel glittered cheerfully. “What the heck?” I didn’t take it off though. Instead, I slipped it under my shirt, in case the people hunting Emily went after me too.

Emily shrugged. “Let's just go.” She grabbed my wrist, and strode on.

As we approached the entrance to the school, Ember suddenly appeared on my shoulder. I scratched his chest feathers, and pulled a granola bar out of my backpack. Right after I unwrapped it, Ember's mandible unhinged, and he devoured the granola bar in one bite.

“Holy- what was that?!” Emily’s face was as white as a sheet.

“I forgot you couldn’t see him. Emily, say hi to Ember.”

“Squawk!” Ember pecked at the ribbon in my hair.

“It’s one of those light birds, isn’t it?”

Ember twittered indignantly.

“Can you even hear him?”

Emily shrugged. “Nope.”

“Good. People would probably think they were going crazy if they heard an invisible bird chirping.”

I pushed the doors open, and rushed to the lockers, Emily in pursuit.

“Hey Amelia, hey Emily!” Hazel was leaning against her locker, her hair done in a messy braid.

“What’s up Hazel?” Emily fiddled with her lock.

Ember chirped.

“Is there a bird in here?” Hazel tilted her head.

Dang it. Ember, be quiet.

“What do you mean?” I glanced at Ember. He looked proud of himself.

“I just heard a bird.” Hazel spread her hands. “Either I’m going crazy or there’s actually a bird.”

“Ummm…” Emily glanced at me. “I think you’re going crazy.”

Hazel raised an eyebrow. She touched her hair clip, which was a periwinkle rhombus with rounded edges. It changed to a pastel green. She looked straight at Ember.

“Knew it.” Hazel grinned. “I should’ve seen that coming.” She laughed.

“Wait, you have magic too?” I watched as Ember flitted over to Hazel, obviously curious as to why she could see him.

“Yep. I thought I was the only one in the school.” She let Ember hop onto her finger. “So, when did you figure it out?”

“Last night.”

Hazel looked impressed. “Dang. And you already have a light bird? I've been doing magic for two years, and I still don’t have one.”

“So should I just let you two miss homeroom because you’re geeking out over magic?” Emily snickered.

“Frick.” Hazel handed Ember back to me. “We’ll talk during homeroom, kay?”

“Okay.” Ember flew onto my shoulder. “Bye Emily!”

“See you later!”

Mrs. White was back today. She smiled as Hazel and I slid into class, just moments after the bell rang.

“Sorry we’re late!” Hazel pulled a pencil out of her purse, and adjusted a crooked piece of paper in her binder.

“It’s alright. Please take your seats.”

“Yes ma’am.” Hazel and I went to our seats, and Ember immediately hopped onto my desk.

“He’s so cute,” Hazel whispered. Ember chirped, clearly happy with the compliment.

“Yep.”

“I hope Mrs. Grace wasn’t too rough on you yesterday.” Mrs. White was already writing the names of people missing an assignment we’d done with her. “When I met her, she was a little… how do I say it? Scary?”

Scary. That wasn’t necessarily the right word to describe Yoru. Then again, it kind of was.

“She was great,” a kid in the front row said. “But there was someone who tried to be the substitute instead of her.”

Mrs. White raised an eyebrow. “Huh.”

Hazel and I glanced at each other.

I ripped a piece of paper out of my binder. “Do you think Yoru messed with Mrs. Whites memory?” I slid it over to Hazel.

“Yep,” she wrote.

“Dang. I wonder what else she can do.” I thought about that.

Mrs. White turned on the projector for morning announcements. “I need you all to be quiet. Morning announcements start soon.”

After homeroom, Hazel and I rushed over to the lockers to talk with Emily.

“I’m ditching,” Emily said. She grabbed her backpack and slung it over her shoulder. “You two wanna come along?”

Ember hopped onto Emily’s shoulder and tweeted.

“I think Ember wants to come along.” I held out my finger, and he pecked at it. “Ow. Ember, my finger is not food.”

Hazel snickered. “So, we’re going.” She swung her locker open, snatched her things out of it, packed up, and closed it. A little after that I asked “Hazel what type of magic are you?” “Oh yeah you're probably wondering about it now?” she sounded sad as she said it.

“Well the thing is….” she continued “What?” I said eagerly “Well I don't really know. My parents who are both magic were both plant magic. But since I haven’t found my power yet. We're guessing I am plant magic” She said quietly. “Oh," I said quietly. SInce I realized this was a tough subject for her. What followed was some awkward silence.

“So where do we wanna go?” Emily said, trying to change the subject. Not so very slyly

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Chapter 22

oc definitely needs a wheelchair after her flabbers were gasted ♿♿

I didn’t even know that he could cook.” HE PUT THE KOOK IN COOKING I’ve seriously never seen him that productive before.” sex so good, boi got enough energy to complete his missions/side quests

“that dude’s so happy today. Very suspicious when the emo is happy👀

“Le food is served”, he says in a fake French accent. DOES HE KNOW FRENCH??? what languages do they all know??

“No we didn’t!” you and Jungkook exclaim at the same time, haha they are so annoying like your besties and they just announced they did xd

“Was it fun?” Seokjin teases, making weird sex noises afterwards.FUCK OFF I LOVE U TOO MUCH

“I. Hate. You. Guys”, Jungkook whines, hitting them with the kitchen towel repeatedly. HES PROTECTING HER *sorry not sorry kook

“JK come back, we were only teasing!” oh no he went away, jack come back

He is carrying the biggest pout on his lips, kicking the air with his feet in a constant rhythm. FUCK GO KISS HIS POUT AWAY

DAMN HE IS THAT GOOD AFTER DECADES??

HIS GIGGLES SMILE AND LISP HIS CONFIDENCE AAAAAH Now, he wasn’t good at it, he winked with both eyes BYE IM ASCENDING TO UNICORNS, BUBBLES, GLITTER AND RAINBOW UNIVERSE

punching whoever pressed you against the wall straight across their face. this is a cool way to show she is learning from yoongi

FUK JIN TALKING WITH HER, IM SOOO WUWU OVER THEIR FRIENDSHIP AND BANTER i just love this whole thing you know?? the plot the writing, smut, description, smell, banter, emotions FUCK RVERYTHING AAAAH

woah whats going on? is it his weak arm? right arm hmm WOAH WTF huh did he run to his room?

2seok pls 😭😭 them completely ignoring her, like parents talking about their kid

“I was hoping you’d forget about it” hobi pls💀 jin is a menace for giving him the uncomfortable talk

yay guessed it was his uniform he was a pretty popular guy in his unit. He feared nothing, was well known for his strength and stamina on the battlefield and from what I heard he had perfect aim too.” damn soo cool oh shit being that good must have hurt when he got turned and felt all worthless/guilt

fuck thats so sad wtf, ok now did he for real lose all of the comrades or is there someone still left 👀👀()oh that would make sense why vampires would be there

wait i think im confused?? so enemies killed everyone, a ripper came and saved kook by feeding him blood and he would have survived as a human BUT THEN SNAPPED HIS NECK? WTF

yeah he definitely got the saddest origin story idk even know what to say, he would definitely get your ass if he knows he is a character written by you 😭

They won’t even notice it. You just need to be quiet i doubt that but ok

The curtains dance in the wind. It is not a beautiful dance, almost as if they wanted to escape the cold. But you can’t escape it, you have to face it in order to get to Jungkook. yeah im marrying this paragraph

I still didn’t return to my parents, I still couldn’t kiss my darling goodbye, or pat my dog’s head one last time. No, for my family I died on that battlefield” shit he never saw them afterwards and now they are dead 😭😭😭

yall now dont fall from the rooftop. imagine dying cuz u kissed so hard u fell off the roof😭😭😭 DAMN HE TOOK US INSIDE THE ROOM WHILE KISSING SETTING NEXT LEVEL STANDARDS OOF

he knew how impossible such a request for a monster like him is, but now that he can hug you and kiss you he realises how stupid he was. 😭GIVE HIM ALL THE HUGS

SHIT THAT TOOK A TURN that we all xpected but still got scared

“Don’t move away from me”, he orders, controlling your mind on instinct. fuck, all the progress just went down the drain (it didnt, but thats what he is going to think and go back to his shell😭)

It is not an unbearable burn, almost as if a little droplet of hot oil landed on your skin when you grill bacon. is her skin sensitive from horny and scared or is it actually "vampire saliva heat magic"?

fuck im so sad alexa play truth untold

oc definitely needs a wheelchair after her flabbers were gasted ♿♿

hahahah there are no lies in this statement ajfjdsf

HE IS SO CUTE!! GOSH I love how he is so happy that he is just doing lil house stuff <3

“that dude’s so happy today. Very suspicious when the emo is happy👀

no but I love the memes cause this was definitely them at Kook ahahha (in a fond way)

“Le food is served”, he says in a fake French accent. DOES HE KNOW FRENCH??? what languages do they all know??

OKAY I WANNA TELL YOU but it will be revealed. actually fuck it jfsadjf

Jungkook can speak Korean & English fluently

Hoseok can speak Korean & English fluently, he can speak German with a heavy accent and he knows a decent amount of Japanese

Seokjin can speak Korean, English & French fluently and knows enough German & Italian to get around

Yoongi can speak Korean & English like a native speaker, he knows almost every European language to different levels and knows a secret language I can't reveal yet for spoilers reasons

the others I won't reveal right now because of spoilers JFAJDSFJ

“No we didn’t!” you and Jungkook exclaim at the same time, haha they are so annoying like your besties and they just announced they did xd

LIKE THEY ARE SO OBVIOUS GAAAH

“Was it fun?” Seokjin teases, making weird sex noises afterwards.FUCK OFF I LOVE U TOO MUCH

I LOVE HIM HE IS SO CHAOTIC <§

“I. Hate. You. Guys”, Jungkook whines, hitting them with the kitchen towel repeatedly. HES PROTECTING HER *sorry not sorry kook

like it's so cute goshhshshsh :(

DAMN HE IS THAT GOOD AFTER DECADES??

LIKE HE IS JK OF COURSE HE IS <3

HIS GIGGLES SMILE AND LISP HIS CONFIDENCE AAAAAH Now, he wasn’t good at it, he winked with both eyes BYE IM ASCENDING TO UNICORNS, BUBBLES, GLITTER AND RAINBOW UNIVERSE

GAAH I forgot this part :( omfg I'm so SOFT for him 😭

punching whoever pressed you against the wall straight across their face. this is a cool way to show she is learning from yoongi

like she is actually so hot

FUK JIN TALKING WITH HER, IM SOOO WUWU OVER THEIR FRIENDSHIP AND BANTER i just love this whole thing you know?? the plot the writing, smut, description, smell, banter, emotions FUCK RVERYTHING AAAAH

gaah this is so great to hear thank youu 💜

woah whats going on? is it his weak arm? right arm hmm WOAH WTF huh did he run to his room?

HELLOOOOO

I'm actually crying 😭😭😭

wait i think im confused?? so enemies killed everyone, a ripper came and saved kook by feeding him blood and he would have survived as a human BUT THEN SNAPPED HIS NECK? WTF

YES that is exactly what happened. like that Ripper was evil cause why did you do all that???

yeah he definitely got the saddest origin story idk even know what to say, he would definitely get your ass if he knows he is a character written by you 😭

yes yes 100% 😭😭 no but the more shit I put my characters through the dearer they are to me JFJADSJF I am evil like that apparentLY FJADSJF

heheheh thank youu 💜💜

LIKE I'M SO SAD 😭😭

yall now dont fall from the rooftop. imagine dying cuz u kissed so hard u fell off the roof😭😭😭 DAMN HE TOOK US INSIDE THE ROOM WHILE KISSING SETTING NEXT LEVEL STANDARDS OOF

he is so hot and romatnic and sweet and hto andnasf and nfads

he knew how impossible such a request for a monster like him is, but now that he can hug you and kiss you he realises how stupid he was. 😭GIVE HIM ALL THE HUGS

I LOVE HIM I SAD BIG SAD

oooh good questionnn 👀

#asks: sanguis alpha #asks #minusback #tw: long post

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