#i can’t think of a moment where he shows signs of that IDK

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i lowkey hate when ppl talk about link feeling disdain towards zelda by the end of a game like you just made that up

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FAVORITE CUSTOMER | LEE RIWOO X READER

PAIRING: birthday boy! riwoo x cafe worker! fem! reader

SUMMARY: October 22, Riwoo had no idea what his friends had planned for his birthday. They had everything planned out. Nothing could’ve gone wrong. WRONG. They forgot one of the most important things. Luckily, Y/n was there to save the day!

GENRE: fluff, imagine

WORDCOUNT: 2k

A/N: this is so late ,, it was supposed to post but idk why it didnt ☹️ happy really late birthday post to riwoo 😭

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Riwoo pushed open the door to his favorite café and bakery, the familiar scent of fresh pastries and brewing coffee filling the air. Behind the counter, Y/n, his favorite worker, stood with a bright smile, chatting with a customer. As he passed by, their eyes met, and he gave her a small wave.

"Hey," he greeted.

"Hey," she smiled back, her voice as warm as the café itself.

Riwoo and his five friends made their way to their usual spot—a cozy corner table tucked near the back but still with a clear view of the front counter. They slid into their seats, the café's quiet hum of activity creating a relaxed atmosphere around them.

As they settled in, Taesan, sitting beside Riwoo, leaned over. "So, are you doing anything special for your birthday tomorrow, hyung?"

Riwoo shrugged, running a hand through his hair. "Not really sure yet. Haven't thought about it much."

"Come on, it’s your birthday!" Jaehyun said, playfully nudging him. "We gotta do something."

"Enough about birthdays," Woonhak grinned, stretching out his arms. "Let’s get to the real matter at hand. You know what time it is."

As if on cue, all six of them raised their hands, poised to play their usual game of rock-paper-scissors to decide who would go up and order. It was a tradition they never skipped, each of them fighting to avoid the 'loser' task of placing the group’s order.

"Ready?" Leehan said, eyes narrowing as he sized up the competition.

They all threw down their signs at once, and laughter erupted as Sungho dramatically "lost" on purpose.

"Oh no! I lost. I guess I’ll go," Sungho sighed, though the grin tugging at the corner of his lips showed he’d intended it all along.

He sauntered up to the counter, where Y/n was waiting with a knowing smile.

"Let me guess," she teased. "You lost this time?"

"Yeah," Sungho chuckled, leaning casually on the counter. "I can’t win against these guys."

"So what will it be, Park Sungho?" she asks, raising an eyebrow.

He smiled. "We’ll take the usual order."

As she rang up their regular choices, Sungho leaned in a little closer, dropping his voice. "Actually, I wanted to ask you something."

Y/n paused, her curiosity piqued. "Yeah?"

"We were thinking about throwing a surprise party for Riwoo tomorrow. Nothing big, just us and the guys. Would it be possible to do it here? I know the café closes early tomorrow..."

She thought for a moment, her eyes brightening with the idea. Being the daughter of the café’s owners had its perks. "Actually, that could work. We do close early tomorrow, so you could have the place to yourselves after hours. Just let me ask my parents and I’ll let you know."

Sungho grinned, his plan falling into place. "That would be perfect. And, of course, you’re invited. If you didn’t know already."

She laughed softly. "Thanks for the invite. I’ll be here anyway, but I’m in."

"Awesome. You’re the best." Sungho gave her a quick thumbs-up as she handed him the receipt and began preparing their order.

As Sungho stood there, waiting for the drinks and pastries, he turned back to the table where Riwoo and the rest of the guys were casually chatting, completely unaware of the surprise being set in motion.

With the plan confirmed, Sungho couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement build. Tomorrow was going to be a night Riwoo wouldn’t forget. And, judging by the gleam in Y/n’s eyes, she was just as excited about it too.

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The café was unusually quiet, the soft hum of machinery in the kitchen the only sound breaking the silence. Y/n stood behind the counter, wiping down the last of the tables as she glanced up at the clock. It was just a few minutes before closing, and no customers had come in for a while. The calm before the storm, she thought with a small smile, knowing what was about to unfold.

As she wiped her hands on a towel, the bell above the café door jingled, and she looked up to see Sungho, Taesan, and Leehan walking in, each of them carrying large boxes filled with decorations. Their grins stretched wide, and the excitement was contagious.

"Perfect timing," Y/n greeted them with a wave, her heart racing with anticipation.

"Hey," Sungho said, setting his box down on the nearest table. "You ready for this?"

"Absolutely," she responded, walking over to the door to flip the sign from 'Open' to 'Closed.'

As she locked the door, Taesan stretched his arms and sighed in relief. "Finally. No more worrying about getting caught."

"So, what's the plan?" Y/n asked, stepping back behind the counter as they started unpacking the boxes.

Sungho grinned and gestured to the decorations spilling out. "Woonhak and Jaehyun are distracting him, dragging him around the city, so we’ve got about an hour to get everything set up before they bring him here. We need to make sure this place looks like it’s ready to host the best surprise party of the year."

"Challenge accepted," Y/n chuckled, grabbing a handful of colorful balloons from the box and handing them to Leehan.

Without wasting a second, they all jumped into action. Y/n and Leehan worked on blowing up the balloons while Sungho and Taesan hung streamers along the walls, stretching them from corner to corner. Soon, the café began to transform from its usual calm atmosphere into a lively party scene.

As she tied off another balloon, Y/n glanced at Sungho. "Are you sure he won’t get suspicious? I mean, distracting Riwoo for that long can't be easy and Woonhak and Jaehyun look kinda bad at keeping secrets."

Sungho laughed as he taped the "Happy Birthday" sign above the counter. "If anyone can do it, it’s those two. Besides, Jaehyun knows all the spots to take him. They’ve got this under control."

Taesan, struggling with a particularly stubborn streamer, grumbled, "I’m just hoping we get this done in time. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but we’re actually running out of balloons."

Y/n laughed, tossing him another pack. "There’s plenty more. We’re good."

Streamers were soon draped from the ceiling, balloons tied to chairs, and the finishing touches placed on the birthday setup. The room felt brighter, more festive, and Y/n couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement imagining Riwoo's face when he walked through the door.

As the final streamer was hung, Sungho stepped back to admire their work. "We did it. With time to spare."

"Not bad," Taesan said, high-fiving Y/n. "Now all that’s left is to see how surprised he’ll be."

They all stood back, taking in the sight of the decorated café. The transformation was complete, and the anticipation hung in the air like the streamers above.

The clock ticked down, and soon, the only thing left was to wait for the birthday boy to arrive.

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Riwoo trudged along behind Jaehyun and Woonhak, the weight of being dragged through the mall evident in his sluggish steps. It was his birthday, yet somehow, he found himself in the middle of a clothing store, watching as the two of them enthusiastically sifted through racks of clothes. Every once in a while, he’d glance at a shirt or jacket, grab a hat and dance in front of it, but it was more out of boredom than interest.

When they first showed up at his apartment, they’d promised it was going to be a fun day out. Now, though, it felt like they were the ones having fun, while he was just along for the ride.

"I didn’t expect to spend my birthday being dragged around like this," he muttered under his breath, half-joking, but also kind of serious.

Woonhak suddenly perked up, looking almost guilty as he blurted, “Well, it’s not like we planned this—it's for the surprise pa—”

Before he could finish, Jaehyun clamped a hand over Woonhak's mouth, his eyes wide with panic. “Nothing! Absolutely nothing!” he stammered, forcing a grin as he tried to laugh it off.

Riwoo raised an eyebrow, giving them both a suspicious look. “What was that?”

They laughed nervously, exchanging quick glances before Jaehyun awkwardly cleared his throat. “Forget about it. Hey, let’s go check out that new store down the hall!”

Shaking his head in amusement, Riwoo followed them out of the store, unsure what exactly was going on, but too drained to question it further. After visiting a few more shops and trailing behind them for what felt like hours, his energy was nearly spent.

As they walked, something about their path began to feel familiar. The streetlights outside, the flow of the crowd—it all reminded him of something. Realizing they were heading in the direction of his favorite café, he finally spoke up. “Wait… where are we going?”

Woonhak replied quickly, “To the café.”

Riwoo frowned. “I thought the café closes early today.”

“They did!” Woonhak blurted, just as Jaehyun quickly added, “They extended their hours.”

The two froze, realizing their uncoordinated responses. They exchanged a look, realizing they were running out of excuses. Without another word, they resorted to their last plan of attack.

Suddenly, both of them grabbed onto his arms, one on each side. “Let’s go!” they chorused, dragging him down the street toward the café.

“Wait—what? No!” Riwoo tried to resist, but it was no use. They were already pulling him closer to the café’s entrance, his protests ignored.

As they neared the door, Woonhak covered his eyes with his hands. “Just trust us, hyung!”

“Oh, come on,” Riwoo sighed, though he didn’t fight back anymore. He knew something was up, but at this point, he was too tired to argue.

The door jingled as they stepped inside, and for a brief moment, there was silence. Then, the youngest uncovered his eyes, and the café suddenly lit up with confetti poppers going off. Y/n and the rest of his friends jumped out from behind the counter and tables, yelling, “Happy Birthday!”

The loud pop made him flinch in surprise and cover his ears, but he couldn’t help but laugh at their excited faces. “You guys… really went all out,” he said, smiling. His eyes then landed on Y/n, who stood near the counter, her eyes sparkling with delight. “I can’t believe you let them use the café for this,” he said, shaking his head in disbelief.

She shrugged, a playful smile on her lips. “It was nothing. Besides, you’re my favorite customer. How could I say no?”

The other friends instantly reacted with dramatic ‘oooing’ and knowing looks, exchanging teasing glances between themselves. Jaehyun leaned in with a smirk, “Ohhh, favorite customer, huh?”

Before the teasing could continue, Jaehyun suddenly remembered something, his eyes widening. “Did you guys get the cake?” he blurted out.

The café fell silent for a beat.

“Cake?” Leehan echoed, blinking in confusion.

In the next moment, Taesan let out an exasperated yell, slapping his hand to his forehead. “We forgot the cake!”

Sungho staggered backward in defeat, while Woonhak and Jaehyun exchanged frantic looks. “You guys forgot the cake?” they asked in unison, completely baffled.

Riwoo, watching the whole scene unfold, doubled over in laughter. “You guys… are a mess.”

Before the panic could set in further, Y/n's eyes lit up. “Oh! I’ve got something!” she said, running behind the counter and disappearing into the back. A few moments later, she returned with a box in her hands.

Placing it on the table, she opened it to reveal a beautifully decorated cake, with a little otter made out of cream and frosting sitting on top.

“I didn’t know what to get you, so I made you a cake,” she said, her cheeks pink with pride as she glanced at Riwoo.

Sungho sighed in relief. “You’re a lifesaver.”

“Thank you,” Riwoo said softly, his heart warming at the sight of the cake. They carefully placed candles on the cake, and as they all gathered around, they sang him “Happy Birthday.”

After the candles were blown out and the party officially started, Riwoo couldn’t help but bring up, “You know… we’re literally in a café that sells cake.”

The entire group groaned in defeat, dropping their heads onto the table as Riwoo laughed.

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I got silly and infodumped again…

The fact that crystalised despite being the worst ninjago season by far- showed that for a long time now, possibly since season 11 has had his emotions turned off. Is crazy to me. Because I know Cole had a pretty okay moment with Zane about it and he ended up turning it back on in the same season or maybe even same episode I can’t fully recall. But I don’t know how mentally fucked these characters are or what- but I feel like no one stopped to think about that for enough time. Like Cole, he’s a very caring, affectionate, empathetic guy. Yet even he didn’t really seem to register the implications this had for Zane’s mental health. Zane is filled with so much emotional turmoil that he physically couldn’t bear to feel anymore. And this group of traumatised young adults were like- “oh haha Zane, that’s so quirky, that’s so silly of you, haha relatable anyway-“ Like duuuude I don’t know if this is the writers wanting to avoid actually discussing mental health in a “children’s” show or if these characters have had such little emotional awareness and support through their lives, almost dying everyday since they were teenagers that they are so desensitised to the horrors tm that they literally cannot tell when someone is basically holding a sign over their head saying “I NEED SERIOUS HELP.”

That kinda says a lot about Sensei wu, doesn’t it? I mean he’s great we Stan- but he did kinda adopt a bunch of struggling teenagers and burden them with saving the world and then allowed them to put themselves in harms way for years, without ever sitting them down and asking them if they were okay, emotionally? Like I don’t know if this happened and I didn’t see it or if it was implied to happen off screen but I really doubt wu was any sort of a support system for these guys that treated him like a father figure.  

Maybe it’s because this cycle of pain goes back to wu as well, because he’s not the most stable person in the world either, but idk it feels crazy to me that these people that were basically family. Just- never checked in on eachothers well being or looked out for each others mental issues.

I mean they never really got a break and when they did- hell the only reason season 11 happened was because wu, so obsessed with the ninja being in tip top condition urged them to do something, which led these idiots to unleashing Aspheera and then ended up with probably the worst fate you could wish upon a Lego, for Zane. Seriously the fact they turned the ice emperor thing into a joke is so tone deaf to me like if this happened to your friend. In real life, (just suspend disbelief for a second) you would be absolutely GUTTED. You’d probably feel SO BAD. And that person? Probably can’t function like a normal individual anymore. Probably needs serious therapy.  Not a joke.

I don’t hate wu, I never did. But I just think he’s been very irresponsible with the way he’s handled his students and while he’s wise in some aspects 70% of problems in the show could’ve been avoided if this old man valued communication.

And if this isn’t based on the characters flaws. And it’s Lego refusing to discuss mental illness and mental health. COME ON LEGO IT WOULD EDUCATE YOUR YOUNG AUDIENCE ON PTSD, ANXIETY AND HOW TO HEALTHILY DEAL WITH YOUR PROBLEMS. Because right now, if you wanna deal with issues the ninja way, YOU BURY THEM AND TAKE THEM TO THE GRAVE AND YOU NEVER COMPLAIN OR REST.

All I want is at least one episode where it’s not all about the current bad guy or plot and it’s just about the ninja actually confiding in one another and trying to help their friends out. Maybe Zane or Lloyd finally snap and have a full mental breakdown and the only way to deal with it is for them to actually talk about it and work it out. I’m sure you can make a compelling episode with that in mind. They’ve tried to address mental health in the show with Lloyds anxiety arc thing in DR they need to do better.

We need a scene in DR where Zane and Frohicky are at the monastery while the other ninja are doing stuff, (maybe I’ll work out the details more and write something on this) and something happens where all the pain and trauma and just, awfulness just builds up in Zane’s mind and he just. Has a moment where he cracks. And he stops working on whatever he’s working on. And Frohicky notices the shift in the air and suddenly his entire demeanour changes and he comes over concerned and Zane is standing there or kneeling and Frohicky puts his hand on his shoulder and asks. “Are you okay?” And Zane just doesn’t know how to respond. He tries to shake everything off but he can’t, he’s never been asked that before. And Frohicky starts babbling on trying to help him and offers to get him set up so he can rest, and Zane doesn’t have the strength to object or the will to say anything and he’s just like.

“I.. don’t know.” In a final response to the previous question. 

And it’s just a scene where Zane accepts Frohickys gesture of kindness. And while not everything is fixed obviously. You can slowly see the tension leaving him.

Because it matters if someone asks you if you’re okay. It reaches into the darkest place and offers a hand saying “I’ll listen.” And that could genuinely change someone’s life.

[marnerparty]

go blue

Luke Hughes x McCarthy!reader

*for those who do not know, JJ McCarthy is the quarterback for Michigan’s football team, so yn will be his sister!

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ynssecretaccount thanks for name dropping Mackie

jjmccarthy LUKE HUGHES!?

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yourbestfriend how many people are on this account?

ynssecretaccount like 70 maybe

yourbestfriend and how many are Luke’s teammates that could potentially show this to him?

ynssecretaccount they’re my friends too!

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user1 living the life

rutgermcgroarty we all know why you went

nolan_moyle do we?

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ynmccarthy yes, all of my FRIENDS’ hockey game!

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dylanduke25 you know who was asking about you? his brother Jack

ynmccarthy he requested to follow my private account

markestapa that’s a sign! accept!

ynmccarthy I’m afraid

user2 brother Jack… could this mean they’re all talking about Luke Hughes!?

umichhockey we’re so glad you could make it!

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mackie.samo the secret account posts are better. more unhinged

ynmccarthy oh just wait, you’ll like the next one

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mackie.samo “busy student”

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rutgermcgroarty does he not know the story …?

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jjmccarthy story??

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luca.fantilli not my best moment ok

mackie.samo from then on she was one of the guys

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ynssecretaccount the main got a good post about the game! this gets the “when your siblings favorite player is the stranger you kissed last week at a party & he didn’t remember you” post😳

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mackie.samo oh yeah, this is good

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jackhughes Luke literally wouldn’t stop talking about you, idk why he was acting like that

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jackhughes why do you think I requested to follow your account?

luca.fantilli it’d be a shame if someone wasn’t being careful and Luke saw them scroll by this post…

ynssecretaccount WHO

luca.fantilli Now I’m not gonna say it was Rutger …

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ynssecretaccount RUTGER

rutgermcgroarty it was an honest mistake yn

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lhughes_06 ?

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user1 lost another Hughes 😔

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ynmccarthy cutie in the red 😍

lhughes_06 ;)

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markestapa it’s okay I’ll just get the invite next time

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markestapa and?

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_quinnhughes yn needs to look out for Dylan

ynmccarthy we hung out one time guys

lhughes_06 one?

ynmccarthy one, three, seven idk

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jackhughes Luke, you need to stop. if you’re a fun dad we can’t be fun uncles

jackhughes funcles if you will

_quinnhughes I wanna be a druncle (drunk uncle)

ynmccarthy guys these would be Luke’s siblings🤦🏼‍♀️

jackhughes Oh hell nah he’s definitely not getting fun brother

user1 when he’s good with kids 🥹

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lhughes_06 no girls allowed. period.

_quinnhughes then why were you there?

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ynmccarthy try again

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jjmccarthy what’s wrong with Illinois!?

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lhughes_06 uh, no? you’re not? you’re mine?

trevorzegras do I get to meet this yn?

ynmccarthy I’d also like to know when I meet the extended fam

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ynssecretaccount *sappy post incoming* *the main doesn’t get these* I remember when there were 70 people on this account, and now there are over 100 because of everyone I’ve met through this guy. Luke Warren Hughes, I love you so much. You truly make me the happiest girl ever. If I had never met you at that party Sophomore year, none of this would’ve ever happened. Thank you for every little thing you do for me🫶🏻 happy one year lover

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Whumptober day 13- left for dead

I swapped today’s prompt with tomorrow’s prompt to make writing this easier :) but yayy! As you can see, this is gonna be such a fun one! :D idk how I feel about this but I kinda accepted that these are not gonna be written well.

Warnings for: Deadhand and a pretty gruesome description of a bite and blood ;) also a near death experience whoops

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Ammon was grateful that torches were magically lit as they walked through the caverns; it was very dark down there. Even with his Hylian eyes, he found himself tripping over rocks and steps that he hadn’t spotted. Poor Kass stumbled into walls and into the men trying to see in the dark, but his Rito eyes were not as attuned to the darkness like Ammon’s Hylian eyes.

“I’m so sorry!” Kass said for the thousandth time after he bumped into Ammon.

“You’re fine, Kass,” Ammon said gently, resting his hand on his wing. “It’s hard to see down here.”

“Yeah,” Benji jumped in, smiling at Kass. “It’s no big deal. Linebeck’s been stumbling along as well.”

Linebeck let out an annoyed huff. “That’s ‘cause I’m lugging your butt around!”

“Oh what? Am I too heavy for you?”

“Yes! How can someone so small be so freaking dense?”

“Maybe you’re just weak!”

“How about I drop you?”

“Don’t drop him, Linebeck,” Ammon warned, grabbing onto Kass’s wing, but the rito flinched and hissed in pain, which caused Ammon to pull away. “What’s wrong?”

“N-nothing, I—” Kass stammered, holding his left wing closer to him. Ammon frowned and glanced at his wing.

“Is your wing injured?”

“I—I–”

“Kass.”

Kass sighed. “Yes… I—I hurt it up on the mountains. I was trapped in a net and fell on it.”

“Goddesses, Kass, why didn’t you say anything? I wouldn’t have forced you down here!”

Kass looked down, sighing once again. “You and Talon already had so much to deal with. And–and then Leon passed out and… I just didn’t want to add more issues.”

Ammon frowned, rubbing Kass’s uninjured wing. “Oh, Kass. You shouldn’t have suffered for our sake. We want to help, no matter how overwhelmed we are.”

“I know…”

It grew silent between the men, and Ammon rubbed his beard, thinking. “There’s two of us injured now… I don’t think it’s best for you all to stay down here.”

Kass glanced at Linebeck and Benji. “But… we can’t leave you alone!”

“Nonsense, we’ve been down here for thirty minutes and have found nothing,” Ammon said, a reassuring smile on his face. “You three can turn back, there’s just a couple of more places that need checking.”

“Oh, are you sure? I’d hate to leave you alone,” Kass said, and Ammon nodded.

“Positive. I don’t want Benji walking on his hurt leg and I don’t want you carrying him with your injured wing. I'll meet you guys up by the well, alright?”

Kass seemed reluctant, but Linebeck was already turned around, hauling Benji back to where the ladder was.

“Hey as long as I can get Benji off my back, I don’t care,” he huffed, and Kass lingered for a moment before turning to Ammon.

“Are you sure you’ll be fine being down here?” He asked, and Ammon chuckled.

“I said I’ll be fine. It’ll take two seconds. I promise.”

Kass sighed and turned to join Linebeck and Benji, but Ammon stopped him for just a moment. “Make sure you get that wing taken care of, alright?”

Kass nodded and smiled slightly, and he turned to join the others, leaving Ammon alone. Admittedly, Ammon didn’t like the idea of being down there alone, but he didn’t like the idea of having to protect three injured friends if something were to happen more. From how quiet it was down in the creepy caverns, Ammon just had to hope that it really was a dead animal decomposing in the well—it certainly smelled like it. But the water didn’t show any signs of blood, or flesh, so Ammon really began to wonder if the man that recruited them was even sane. Oh well, as long as he had the money, Ammon really didn’t care.

He and the others had investigated three rooms, each one being completely empty save for a singular chest containing a fairy in a bottle (who put it there, they didn’t know). There were only two rooms left to investigate, and Ammon reached the first one, not at all being surprised when it was empty. There were jars lining up against the walls, but that was it. Not even enemies of the dead popped up to attack him when he went inside to check the jars. Fortunately, there were a few rupees in them, which Ammon collected happily, and he went back outside, only to nearly get run over by the floating skull, which passed him by as if he were nothing important. He let out a breath as he watched in shock, the eerily silent creature traveling down the hallway with its fiery light shining against the darkness. Ammon let out a breath and continued on opposite from the skull, relieved that it wasn’t actively trying to kill him. Though he supposed he should kill, it—just in case it was the reason for the well acting strange.

When Ammon reached the last room, he entered and was not at all surprised that it was empty. But when he stepped further inside, the door slammed behind him, echoing out against the silence and making him jump ten feet in the air. He spun around and to his horror, saw that it was barred off. There was no escape.

A shuffle behind him reached his ears, and he spun around to see a hand sticking out from the dirt. It was pale with mud and grime smeared all over, along with blood-red fingernails that glistened in the torchlight. Ammon’s blood froze as he stared at it, afraid to step any closer.

The hand remained unmoving, but so did the door no matter what Ammon tried. He knew he had to stay as far away from the hand as possible, but… what if investigating it was the key? What if this hand is responsible for everything? He had a job to do, afterall, and so he couldn’t sit here anymore and do nothing.

Ammon drew his sword and cautiously walked closer to the hand sticking out of the ground. His ears were roaring as he listened for any hint of movement, his eyes were peeled for anything that would pop out and attack, and his body was tensed up so much that he felt like he could kill something in seconds if it came to it. As soon as he got close enough, he let out a yell and swung his sword at the hand, but as soon as it made contact, several other hands popped out from the ground and grabbed Ammon before he could register what was happening. He let out a cry as sharp nails dug into his skin, holding him in place.

“Let. GO!” He yelled, tearing his prosthetic arm out of the hand’s grip, ignoring the pain from the nails tearing his skin, and he turned just in time to spot it.

It looked like a hybrid of a person and a worm, with dirty, bloody, and pale skin that coiled around its body. Ammon couldn’t tell if it even had a face, since all he could see was a long, white neck facing him as it trudged through the dirt, getting dangerously close. His blood ran cold and he thrashed against the hands, not caring how badly they scratched him up. The thing was getting closer, and he needed to get away from it. He was able to get free enough to shift his body, and to his horror, he was suddenly face-to-face with the monster. It looked like a person, but it was deformed with its lips peeled back revealing its large, filthy teeth. Its eyes were sunken in, only showing black shadows where they should be, and its jaw unhinged like a snake as it tilted its head, threatening to bite him.

Ammon yelled in fear as he pulled his arm, slicing his sword right before it took a bite, and he stumbled back, scrambling to the wall as far away from the monster as he could get. The beast turned away in pain, retreating back to the ground, and disappearing before him. But the hands remained, squirming and swiping as if looking for him. Ammon’s heart was threatening to break out of his rib cage as he stood in shock for a moment, trying to comprehend everything he witnessed. But he didn’t get a second of peace as another hand sprang up from the ground, attempting to grab him. He yelled out as he dodged, trying to run back to the door, but he tripped and landed harshly on the ground. At once, the hands grabbed him, once again holding him in place as the beast re-emerged from the ground, wriggling its body through the ground and pointing its head to the ceiling. Ammon pulled against the hands, trying desperately to peel the fingers off of him before the beast reached him, and he nearly got them all off before two grabbed his arms, pulling them behind him. The monster lowered its head and opened its jaw inhumanly wide.

And he couldn’t break away in time before it took a bite.

Its head lurched forward like a snake striking its victim, its jaw clamping onto his right shoulder and neck and squeezing. Ammon tried to scream, but a strained gargle was what escaped his mouth as his lungs were crushed underneath the monster. The sickening sounds of his flesh ripping and his bones cracking and breaking rang out in his ears, and a metallic taste appeared in his mouth. The hands let go, but the beast didn’t, and blood dropped out of both their mouths. Ammon hit it with his prosthetic hand in a pathetic attempt to break free, and finally, it let go. Just as Ammon was released, he weakly stabbed his sword through its soft, fleshy mouth, and the creature gurgled and spat as it pierced through its throat and neck. It crumpled to the ground, along with Ammon, and it grew silent.

Ammon laid on his back, struggling to take in a breath as blood poured out of his shoulder, neck, and mouth. His right side felt numb, yet it was on fire; he felt nothing and everything at once.

He needed to move, to get up, to find the others before his injury overtook him, but he found no strength in his limbs. Everything felt too heavy.

He was going to die. The others wouldn’t find him in time before he succumbed to the monster’s bite. Even so, he still hoped they would. They had to. He couldn’t die like this, not like this. He still needed to find his son, he still had his family to look after, and he still had his friends who depended on him—he couldn’t die in a world that he didn’t belong to! He couldn’t abandon his own! He just… couldn’t…

The corners of his vision began to blur as he laid there, unable to move or scream. His breathing slowed, and he felt the all too familiar feeling of his life fading. Though this time there was no one there to save him. He was going to die, and there was nothing he could do about it. His eyes closed, his body and spirit feeling detached from each other. The last thing he saw was the dark ceiling, dimly lit by the torches circling around in the room.

He only wished that his life didn’t end like this…

…

Then the next thing Ammon remembered was staring up at the ceiling, where a frantic Linebeck stared down at him, an empty bottle in his hands. The man was panting, almost looking like he was going to vomit any second, and Ammon narrowed his eyes confused. What happened?

“A-Ammon?” He asked, his voice shaking and weak. “Are—are you ok?”

Ammon stared for a moment, trying to see if he was ok. His shoulder surprisingly didn’t hurt anymore, though he still felt weak and sick to his stomach. Wasn’t he dying?

“Wha’ happened,” he mumbled, completely out of breath. Linebeck ran a hand through his hair, looking furious.

“You—you said that you were gonna return and—you—you took so long and we were worried and-and we just—I went looking for you and you were dead and I didn’t know what to do so I—I just—“ Linebeck looked at the empty bottle in his hand and shook his head. “I used the fairy we found earlier to save you and—I didn’t know what to do!”

His voice was thick with emotion and he put the bottle away, taking in a deep breath before gagging.

“Oh goddesses—“ he choked, covering his mouth and taking in steady breaths while Ammon watched. The fairy saved his life, he came back and saved him… he thought he was going to die.

“Thank you,” Ammon whispered, smiling weakly at the man. Linebeck sighed and wiped his face down, still glaring hard at him.

“No more separating, you hear?”

Ammon nodded and shakily gave a thumbs up with his prosthetic hand, letting it drop as his mind and body grew fatigued. Linebeck slid his hands under him, and with a grunt, he picked him up and held him close to his chest. Ammon’s head rested limply against him, and he closed his eyes, knowing he was safe now. He was safe, and he was going to live to see another day.

He was going to see his boy again.

[wynterdyno]

Hello. I hope everything is fine with you!

Can I request the story of Steb with a girl originally from Zaun, but who works as an inventor in Piltover. Suppose, as a child, she was lucky enough to cross a bridge and her talent was noticed by one of the masters. She creates useful everyday inventions. (It is possible, if it will be easier, toys for children.) sfw / nsfw as it will be more convenient for you. I just need more stories with this fish...

English is not my language, I hope I made myself clear. Thanks in advance!!!

First time really writing a fanfic, this will be cross posted on Ao3 and Tumblr, Ao3 link on my account <3. This will be around Christmas idk what they call it in the show and idc, I never played LoL. Steb uses sign language but idk about it sorry if this is bad </3. He also has a tail. Pov second person.

Word count: 865

Warnings: None? kissing mentioned briefly? SFW

You sigh, looking down at the contraption before you. You wanted to have it out before October, so kids would see it and ask for it. Unfortunately, late September already, and you hadn’t gotten anywhere. Scowling you stand up, deciding a break would be good for you. 

You weren’t sure where you were headed, until you found yourself facing down the bridge into Zaun. You frowned, thinking of times long past spent down there. You hadn’t returned since moving to Piltover but you wondered frequently if life had changed. You thought about the kids who lived down there and frowned again. You knew that the toys you spent so much time on wouldn’t be seen by kids down there. You wondered if you should lower your prices, but seeing as you were barely scraping by, lowering the prices wasn’t an option. Turning away you walked back to your house. 

Pushing open the door you wondered if he was home yet or not. Hearing the shower running you guessed he was. You sat down on the couch with a sigh, letting your mind start to wander. Glancing at your desk, seeing schematics for the puzzle cube you’d been working on, you frowned deeper. You weren’t sure how long went by but you jumped feeling hands on your shoulders. You looked up, seeing him. He offered you a warm smile before moving around to sit beside you. You reached out to hold onto his hand. He seemed to sense your thoughts and shifted slightly so you could see his face. He looked concerned. 

“What?” You asked him, sounding more annoyed than you meant. He frowned and reached out with his other hand to cup your face. You sighed, placing a hand on top of his. “Sorry, things aren’t going well with my project.” You apologized sheepishly. He seemed pleased with it but you could read him better. He was worried that you were pushing yourself too hard. He pulled his hands away and signed to you,

What’s wrong?

You looked at him blankly for a moment. 

“It’s… not working. I can’t get it to work. I wanted it out by October, so people would get it for Christmas but… I can’t get it to work.” You said, taking a deep breath before returning Steb’s gaze. He looked thoughtful.

You’ll be able to do it. Take a break for now. Think about it for a few days. The solution will come to you. He smiled warmly at you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders gently. You nodded, feeling re-encouraged. 

“Thanks… for being there for me… always.” You thank Steb quietly, leaning into him. You felt him smile against you, nuzzling into your neck gently. 

The days went by, after 2 weeks you had succeeded in getting the puzzle cube to work and be solvable with a little bit of effort. Surprisingly it sold exceedingly well in October and November. 

“Steb! Ooh! I’m so happy it’s selling so well!” You cheered when you saw him again. He gave you an encouraging smile, the scales under his eyes fluttering briefly. You hugged him tightly, and he hugged you back just as tightly. You pulled away after a moment, your eyes shining. “Thanks for encouraging me when I thought it wouldn’t work.” He simply nodded. 

Weeks later you and Steb were sitting on the living room floor. He was reading, in the dim light from the Christmas tree lights. You stared into his eyes, enthralled with the way the lights reflected in his eyes, shining like the stars in the night sky. You shimmied closer to him, leaning your head on his shoulder, enjoying the comfortable silence between you. He lowered the book briefly to wrap one of his arms around you, his tail curling around you comfortably. You sighed softly, feeling truly content to sit with him, whether he was paying attention to you or not, you enjoyed simply sitting with him. Tilting your head up you can see the little twitches of his ears, and scales fluttering occasionally across his cheeks in reaction to whatever he was reading. You didn’t really care, watching his reactions was enough to entertain you.

After a surprising amount of time he glanced down at you, perhaps feeling your stare. You continued to stare at him, looking into his cool blue eyes. He put the book down and leaned towards you, nuzzling his nose against yours. You kiss his cheek affectionately giggling inwardly as his scales flutter in reaction. It's always amused you how his scales flutter when he's flustered. You also found it strange how easy it was to fluster him. “You’re so pretty,” you mumbled, “I love you.” You could see a small blush pushing its way through his usual green skin tone and turning his cheeks faintly pink. 

I love you too. You’re prettier. He signed back affectionately. You wrapped your arms around him, pushing him down and laying practically on top of him. He wrapped his arms around you, his tail curling around your legs. You kissed his cheeks, multiple times on each side, giggling at how he squirmed. He is surprisingly ticklish, but made no move to stop you.  

[sunburnhurts]

may i request cedric diggory x f!reader comforting her in a moment of grief of her father passing away! can’t wait see the fanfics you write :)

Comforting | Cedric Diggory x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/n's father passes away and Cedric helps her work through her grief. (After the tournament and ofc he doesn't die in it in this story)

Warnings: Mentions of fathers death, a lot angst in the beginning, comforting and I think thats it lol!

Words: 1,317

All My Stories

A/n: Aww thank you so much! ofc!! Thank you for being my first requester!! If anything is wrong pls tell me bc I haven't watched the movies since 2020 haha I have just been reading fanfics lolll. Also, idk what Hogwarts would do if a students parent would die or something so this is probably wrong sorry haha

Just like every other morning, Cedric walks to the Great Hall to start his day with having breakfast with his girlfriend, Y/n. They have been dating for 2 months and everything was going great. Cedric took her on dates, Y/n helped him through the stress before and after the Triwizard Tournament, and they were always there for each other.

Y/n wasn't much to show when something was wrong, during her relationship there was never a time where she would pick fights or make anything about her. She was a very selfless person and that was one of the things Cedric loved about her.

Cedric sat down in his normal seat, next to an empty spot which usually has Y/n in it. Maybe she woke up a bit late, he told himself, not thinking anything of it. A few minutes went by and he assumed that she was in bed sick, so he grabbed a piece of toast to bring up to her.

Once he got to her room, he knocked softly a few times. When he didn't hear any movement, he whispered as he reached for the handle of the door, "Y/n, its Cedric. I'm coming in, okay?"

He slowly opened the door and peeked his head through, looking around to see if there was any sign of Y/n. Her bed was messy, but empty. Cedric grew a little confused at the unusual situation, but he made sure to keep himself calm. Still being unstable from the second Triwizard task where he had to save her, he grew worried.

Wondering where his girlfriend could be, Cedric crosses his fingers in hopes everything is okay and he will see her in their first class together.

Cedric felt weird walking alone to class, usually Y/n and him would be walking hand in hand, talking to him about random things. They would talk about the next prank the Weasley twins were going to pull, or what their plans were for the upcoming summer.

When Cedric sat down to another empty seat that is supposed to be occupied by Y/n, he grew more worried. Usually if his girlfriend was sick or something she would tell him and not just disappear.

As the class went on, Cedric decided to look for Y/n again. He asked his professor if he could use the bathroom and once he was allowed, he walked out and started thinking of where she could be.

While walking through the halls, he comes across one of Y/n's friends, Angelina. "Hey, have you seen Y/n anywhere?" Cedric tried asking calmly, but Angelina could tell he was a little nervous.

"Yeah, we were walking down to breakfast together but we got stopped by Professor Mcgonagall. She asked Y/n to come with her to her office, so I'm assuming she is still in there." Angelina responded, flashing a smile in hopes to calm her best friend's boyfriend down.

Angelina thought it was so cute how the boy her best friend always wanted so bad was worried about her. Angelina knew always knew they wanted each other, so she tried helping Y/n out and told her to make a move, but stubborn Y/n didn't want to and was scared that he didn't care about her as much as she cared about him. But obviously that was wrong.

Cedric nods and walks with a little speed to Professor Mcgonagall's office. Before arriving at the door to the office, he notices a girl walk out of the office with her hand to her face. Cedric recognized it as his girlfriend and her face was red, she walk walking slow, and she looked deep in thought.

As soon as Cedric identifies the girl, he jogs over to her and calls her name. She doesn't answer until he catches up to her and puts a hand to her back. He notices her eyes have no light in them, no look of happiness on her face. "Y/n, love, whats wrong?" Cedric says as he wraps his arms around the girl.

She looks up at him, her eyes red from crying and her eyebrows slightly furrowed. She takes the hand off her mouth and sinks into her boyfriend, tears start flowing out of her again.

"My dad," Y/n starts, hugging Cedric back. She could barely get the words out of her mouth. Her head felt fuzzy, her body, numb. "he died."

Cedric's heart dropped, a dark sorrow formed in his body. "Y/n," He didn't know what to say. "I'm so sorry." He tightened his grip on the grieving girl. "Lets go to your dorm okay?" Y/n nodded.

As they made their way up to Y/n's room, Cedric never let go of his girl. He tried thinking of ways he would be able to comfort her, he just couldn't find good words to comfort her.

Y/n sat on her bed as Cedric closed the door. Once he turned around, he saw Y/n looking at the floor, staring into space. His heart ached even more at the sight, the love of his life going through something he couldn't imagine.

He walked over to her and sat next to her so he was facing her. Cedric gently cupped the side of Y/n's cheek so she would look at him. Her head turned, but her eyes delayed in moving. Once she was looking at him, Cedric asked, "What do you need me to do?"

"I don't know." The girl responds, truly not knowing what she wants. Cedric uncupped her cheek and grabbed both of Y/n's hands. Y/n turned her body to face Cedric, she sat criss-cross.

"Do you want to cuddle?" He asks, hoping to lighten the mood a little. The girls eyes shot up to his and she huffs a little laugh, she nods. Cedric moved to the top of Y/n's bed and had his arms open for Y/n to craw into.

Y/n craws up to her boyfriend and places her head and hand on his chest. Cedric starts rubbing her back in hopes to distract Y/n from whatever she was thinking of. He hears a sigh and feels her relax into him.

"I'm sorry for not going to breakfast." Y/n says quietly.

"Please don't be. When you didn't show up I assumed you were sick so I went up here to your room but you weren't here. So then I thought you went to our first class, but when you weren't there I knew something was wrong." Cedric explained.

"Sounds like you went through a lot just to find me." Y/n joked.

"I'd go through anything to find you." Cedric responded seriously. Hearing this, Y/n looked up at her boyfriend with a gleam in her eyes.

"Really?" She said smiling.

"Really." He said. Y/n leaned and connected lips with the love of her life. They kissed softly and passionately, which Y/n needed.

"Wait aren't you supposed to be in class?" Y/n said slightly moving away from the kiss.

"You're more important." Cedric said, which made Y/n smile and made her kiss him again. "I love you so much Y/n." He mumbled against her lips.

Cedric felt her smile as she responded, "I love you so much Cedric."

Over the course of months, Cedric would comfort Y/n whenever she was feeling sad or zoning out. He would take her on dates and hold her hand whenever she wasn't smiling.

Y/n's best friend, Angelina, made sure to tell her about how worried Cedric was about her when he couldn't find her. Angelina also made sure to tell Y/n how much she loved the pair together and how she hopes to find a man who loves her as much as the pair loves each other.

The End

A/N: Heyy! I feel like I wrote "Y/n" or "Cedric" too many times im so sorry lollll. I hope you love this!!! Please request if you have anything you would like to read! I want to only do Cedric but I would be open to a few other people like Fred. Again I do not do smut. I also just want to say I have no clue how it feels to lose someone so close to me so I am so sorry if I didn't depict it correctly. Thank you so much for reading!

[nejiverse]

INVISIBLE FRIEND

Bachira, Rin, Nagi

In which you pull a prank on the boys and pretend you have an invisible friend. I think I proofread this I can’t remember tbh lmk if there’s mistakes. Everyone's aged up to 18 idk i just felt like it :) Fem! Reader

cw: use of the pet-names baby and angel, what ive wrote here is just drugs literally

730 words

Bachira let out a dramatic gasp as he opened the fridge, the container he labelled "my food" in messy writing had completely vanished.

"What's wrong baby?", you asked him.

"Y/n..", he glared daggers at you with a pout on his lips. "You wouldn't happen to know where my snack went would you?".

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose.

"I told her not to take it".

Bachira tilted his head in confusion. "Who's her?".

"Well, well, well speak of the devil", you huffed, looking at the entrance to the kitchen.

Bachira's eyes widened brightly, fisting his hands excitedly.

"You've a devil too?!".

You shook your head. Surely he knew it was just a phrase.

"No, Meguru. It's a figure of speech", you deadpanned.

He curved his mouth into an 'oh' and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. That aside, he was so confused with what was happening right now.

"I told you, you can't keep using the excuse that 'my' and 'Mai' sound the same! You know damn well how to spell you little shit", you pointed an accusing finger at...well the air as the other rested on your hip. You were less than impressed at the moment. "It was Meguru's food, not yours", but the fact that Bachira wrote 'my food' on it instead of his actual name was beyond you.

"Yeah!", Bachira grumbled, facing the complete wrong direction.

"She's here baby", you pointed in front of you with a sweatdrop.

You didn't know if he was just playing along or he was just stupid, either way it was entertaining.

"Yeah!", he repeated but in the direction you nodded at. "Didn't your mom teach you not to steal?!".

"Meguru...she's an orphan".

"Oh".

"Stop saying things like that, you know i'm dating Rin".

Rin paused in drinking from his water bottle to let the words he just heard process in his brain. Your words didn't make his facial expressions change at all but it did pique his interest.

He went over to the couch where you were sat, looking around for any sign of a phone or something, you weren't on a call at all.

He opted to sit next to you on the couch, but then he heard you gasp and try to push him off the couch.

"Get up! You're gonna squash him!", you frowned. Your pushing didn't do much but nudge his arm a little.

The side eye he gave you was so deadly that you struggled to keep in your laughter. He knew it was a prank.

"How old are you?", Rin asked.

"Eighteen..".

"Really?".

"Alright alright!", you plopped your head against his shoulder in response to his annoying sarcasm.

"Geez! You're the worst person to pull a prank on".

"You know that yet you still do them", he scoffed a laugh.

At least you were able to get a small laugh (kind of) out of him!

“You’re taking up too much room!”, you complained.

Nagi stirred in his sleep and opened one eye.

“But i’m on my side of the bed”, he responded through his sleep-laced voice.

“Not you, this idiot right here”, you pointed to the space in between you and Nagi. Was he dreaming right now? The poor boy rubbed his eyes but he still didn’t see anyone there, or anything for that matter.

“What are you talking about angel?”, he asked.

The way he said angel in his sleepy and endearing voice made you want to forget the prank and squash him in cuddles but no, the show must go on.

“Sei doesn’t wanna talk to you so leave him alone and let him sleep”, you whisper shouted, hitting the spot between you two.

You continued to go back and forth with…yourself until Nagi decided to just forget everything that just happened and sleep it off.

"Tell your buddy there to wake me up when you two are done, I'm not awake enough for this".

masterlist :)

a/n: writing this really amused me

[nqueso-emergency]

Alright Queso I’m dropping my own theory here. Feel free to delete it, I just need this all out before I self implode due to frustration.

I’m honestly so confused by the people being like “lol this is the last season!” due to pacing and Tim’s writing.

#1 ABC wouldn’t have spent the millions they did on the show for just one season. Peter and Angela were each getting over a million annually and the others were finally at the 100k per episode by contract negations during season 6. Even IF the Mouse House suddenly lost all of their brain cells and were like “yeah let’s pour an easy 20 mil [idk what the budget actually is but I’m assuming the salary alone is in the 10s of millions] into this production and just have it for one year”…. Why? Literally what good would that do for Disney/ABC? Like yeah, Disney doesn’t need to recoup losses, but still they want at least something close to being out of the red (unless 9-1-1 is sucking that much money out but I also don’t think they wouldn’t have taken it on if they were afraid of that). Also I highly doubt the actors and crew would have signed onto a year contract (circle back to previous point of “Disney wouldn’t have taken on a money sucking production”).

#2 as it’s been established, Tim writes by the seat of his pants. I think last season they had a rough game plan, then the strikes happened and it was too late to turn back when it came to drafts. By the time it came to filming, they couldn’t open, lead up to, and close the stories they wanted to tell in the 10 episodes. They didn’t know they would only have 10 episodes. They were writing what they wanted, then dealing with the timeline later. Fast forward a year and a half later, we’re left with them scrambling and everyone is now dealing with the effects of “okay here’s a resolution just trust us��� (Ortiz v the Wilsons) as well as incredibly condensed stories (Gerard) so they can get to the stories they wanted to tell this season (Hot Shots, Eddie and Chris, Maddie and Chimney having another kid). Realistically, we’re NOW getting to the stories that should have been episodes 4 and 5. So yeah it’s rushed and probably will be for the better part of this season.

Regardless, my personal theory is, the writing is on the wall for Grey’s. The general public has been laughing about how Grey’s has jumped the shark 4 times over by now and everyone is kinda over it (both the show and Shonda). ABC knows this, but most importantly Disney knows this. But they can’t get rid of Grey’s until they have a show to take over for Grey’s. I think ABC got 9-1-1 to potentially take that power hour over. With how well Dr. Odyssey is doing and a potential spin off, in my very convoluted opinion, they’re looking at a way of building a new Shonda but instead it’s Ryan Murphy (even if he isn’t involved in the 9-1-1 sphere anymore the general public still knows the name Ryan Murphy).

I also am starting to question if Peter and Angela will leave (or have smaller roles) in the coming season. Between Bobby still dealing with Hot Shots, Athena hinting at retirement, and their house being built? I’m curious if they’ll pull a moment where the house is under construction, but it’s ~wherever Michael and David live~ so they get the happily ever after retirement and they’re setting up a season 9 where it’s “oh wow what will happen next!?”. Procedurals need a revolving cast and Peter and Angela have both mentioned moving on eventually. Why not now? Let them get the Disney money then leave (with guest appearances at reasonable times) opening a WHOLE LOT of potential things to t op about the 118.

Sorry for the novel. I’ve been thinking and have no one who will listen to my theories ❤️

Posting. But I'm not getting into this conversation 😅

[kneelingshadowsalome]

ok tbh…fellow readers don’t kill me but i feel like konig is still using readr for sex…or like actually doesnt love her yk…like anyone can fill that role and she is cause there’s no other woman around 😭 IDK i can’t put my finger on it

Ok, this is a tricky one and I'm glad you asked! Because... (and I also hope my readers won't kill me for this) like I said in my answer to this ask, I profiled König as a sociopath. And I can and I will put my finger on it 🫠

The following are my thoughts on the subject & antisocial pd (otherwise known as sociopathy). I hope you read about this m. disorder if it interests you, pls do not take my words as gospel! I also wish to remind that this is fiction and I'm practically ready to bend the laws of physics if I have to, to force even the most disputable, unstable and corrupt of characters give and receive love because that's just my cup of tea. 🩷

First of all, sociopaths are typically viewed to be incapable of love and empathy. They use manipulation to get what they want. Being in a relationship with a sociopath is described to feel incredible and passionate one moment, and confusing and scary the next. If you know what's good for you, you wouldn't even want to be special to a sociopath.

Sociopaths themselves often claim they do love those selected few they respect, just not in ways "normal" people regard as love. And this, I think, is where it gets interesting.

The definition of love as unconditional, sacrificial and selfless care for another person is not a sociopath's definition of love. They might care about a tiny amount of handpicked people, to some extent. For a sp, love is when they refrain from harming those few they care for. That's pretty cold, right?

Still, sociopaths are not devoid of emotion even if the most common emotion they feel is rage. They are not narcissists even if they are manipulative, emotionally cold, and act entitled at times. There seems to be dispute over whether sociopaths feel empathy or not (psychos don't, they simply can't because of an impaired mirror neuron system). Their defense mechanisms consist of manipulation, extreme detachment and extreme impulsivity; it's been their only way to survive in a disorganized, unloving and unstable environment.

König is someone who has been neglected and abused, who has never been shown what love even means. Everything has been conditional. He's lived in constant fear and anxiety; he has never had a loving or a stable father, his mother practically denied the abuse he had to suffer by not intervening, he has never had any friends (like he says himself in ch. 1), has only ever received attention through fear and disgust. The only dream he had in this life, the only possible redemption arc, so to say, went to shit.

It's not anyone's job to fix this kid, sure. But when, from where, or from who would he have learned to love?

When reader comes along, she shows kindness to him, forgives his trespassings over and over again, and chooses to trust in him even when afraid. If we only talk in terms of sociopaths/manipulators and their victims, then yes, this is a horrible setting, because it is the perfect setting for abuse.

And it's true: there is no one else around. All the yearning and thirst and starvation is immediately projected onto the first and only person who finally shows him some kindness, even after all his drastic shortcomings. So she isn't "special". But in a way, she's more than special: she's world shiftingly, groundbreakingly special 😐

What we know is this: König asks if he is harassing her and if she wants him to stop. He vows multiple times he would never hurt her. He assaults someone who, in his mind, mistreats her (and who reminds him of a person who mistreated him and his mother when he was a kid), leaves reader eventually alone when she shows signs of not forgiving him/wanting him in her life anymore.

These are all toxic breadcrumbs, and this whole setting is unhealthy and problematic. A sane and cynical person would say that this is manipulative and abusive. A sensitive, overly compassionate person might say this is a sociopath's only way to love.

Reader may not have been special when she first came into König's life. He saw her as a plaything first, but can you blame a touch-starved man for trying to get some intimacy? König doesn't trust anyone, doesn't know how to give or get comfort other than through sex, so of course he would opt for sex first. (Also, let's be real: who would suffer this kind of man if he wasn't so hot? No one, for goodness sakes)

The connection that blooms afterwards, I imagined and wrote as real, no matter what or who he is (because I'm a naive romantic at heart 🥰). He's not a green flag man by any means, but he's trying his best (which will never be enough). Had I wrote him a psychopath, the story would have been way more darker, and even the minimum amount of empathy and true love that is, at times, present in this fic, would not have been there at all.

König also sacrifices himself for reader at the end of the last chapter. A through-and-through sociopath would not perhaps deem it in their best interest to go that far, even if the "gains" were abundant (reader's deepening attachment and eternal gratitude). This is why this particular scene is important, because it poses the question: is he really a sociopath? Why would he do this? Because at this point, reader is indeed very goddamn special :D

I'd also like to entertain the question: how special is König to reader? I mean, don't we all just want to take these broken men like Ghost and König home and "cure" their sadness by giving them some— ahem, *gunshots*, this was a little off topic, but you get the idea. Savior complex is real, too!

If König is ever diagnosed with APD, reader would probably educate herself and find that sociopaths cannot love, and they cannot change because there is no cure: the damage is already done. These people will only use and abuse those who don't get out of the relationship. She would also find that there are sociopaths who are still in touch with their families, who have kids and partners and who have learned to "behave" for the sake of their loved ones. Either because they actually care or because it serves their interests (of being loved? Don't we all want to be loved?).

Again, this is fiction. I don't wish to justify this character's actions nor condone this kind of abusive behavior (should go without saying but perhaps it's best to state it at least sometimes to be clear ❤️). Nor do I want to condemn the reader for having feelings and empathy for this big, abused wreck. And the reason why I can't give you a clear answer on this is because there is none :')

If you people have thoughts on this, something you wish to share, I would love to hear and chat and just…*pls* this is such an interesting topic! Don't be shy 🩷🤗

(Also pls don't kill me)

[borathae]

↳ Index [Chapter 22 - Inventions]

Warnings: there is so much going on idk where to start, the beginning makes me physically weak, there is death & betrayal & violence, Jimin is being a bitch again lmao, Yoongi deserves a hug, OC is a badass bitch we stan, much stuff is going on, there is a twist ohoho

Wordcount: 14.8k

a/n: *screams*

Yoongi is gone again the next day. You wake before Jungkook, staring at the emptiness between your bodies where once Yoongi rested.

You were so happy last night. You shared a passionate night with your two lovers and it was incredible. You feel flutters in your tummy just thinking about it. You reach out to tug a strand of hair behind Jungkook’s ear. To imagine how far he came from when you first met him. He couldn’t even be in the same room as you and something like passionate, unrestrained sex wasn’t even possible and now you shared a private moment with each other and fucked so goddamn hard. It makes you so happy to think about.

Jungkook opens his eyes, meeting your gaze.

He smiles tiredly and closes his eyes, “morning”, he mumbles into the pillow.

“Morning.”

“Mhhm I’m so lucky”, he whispers.

“Why?”

Jungkook scoots closer and drapes his arms over your back. He presses a kiss to your forehead, staying close like that afterwards.

“Cause I can wake up to the best view.”

Your heart flutters. Giggling, you nudge his waist gently.

“You’re so cute.”

“Mhm”, Jungkook hums, pecking the bridge of your nose, “I had so much fun last night”, he whispers.

“Me too.”

“I’m so lucky, baby”, he leaves little kisses on your forehead as he speaks, “thank you for last night, you made me so happy.”

“No, thank you. My legs are still jello and I’m gonna be sore for days.”

Jungkook chuckles sleepily, inhaling deeply whilst pulling you closer. Like this, you can really feel his muscles tense in his arm and feel his warmth engulf you.

“Yeah same”, he says, “I can’t believe I got fucked like this. I never had a cock up my ass while I was fucking someone. I couldn’t stop cumming.”

“Yeah, me neither. Yoongi’s kinda crazy for doing that to us, isn’t he?”

Jungkook snickers and you do too.

“We can really count ourselves lucky to be with him, can’t we?” he says.

“Yeah, we’re so lucky”, you agree, pulling him closer, “I’m so happy. When I’m with you two, I feel happy and good and like life is easy.”

“I feel the same”, Jungkook kisses your forehead, “can I tell you something?”

“Mhm, of course.”

“I’m gonna fuck you so good from now on. Mh-hm yeah, you’re gonna get that dick twenty four seven, baby.”

“Geez Kookie, don’t say that”, you fluster, “you’re making me shy.”

“Why?” Jungkook snickers.

“Because you’re…” you nudge him, “I don’t know, I just do okay?” you whine, “you’re so hot when you’re flirty, I’m not used to it.”

“No, that’s just how I am”, Jungkook teases and laughs, “I just couldn’t show you yet because I always wanted to eat you and had to stay away.”

You lift your head, locking eyes with him. His cheeks are covered in veins, but he looks in control otherwise.

“What did I sign myself up for, hm?” you tease, tracing the black veins.

Jungkook grins cutely, “I hope that’s good.”

“Mhm, it’s so good.”

“Baby”, Jungkook purrs, chasing your lips, “I wanna kiss you so bad.”

“Yeah? There’re veins on your cheeks.”

“Mhm yeah I know, that’s why I haven’t kissed you yet”, he whispers, “fuck, I gotta train even harder, I wanna kiss you.”

You run your thumb over his lips, making him purr quietly.

“You can do it, I believe in you.”

“Thanks”, Jungkook says and puts a little distance between you and him. You understand why he did it and you aren’t angry. He lets his eyes run over the empty room behind you, “where’s Yoongi?” he asks.

“I don’t know. He was gone when I woke up”, you answer him.

Jungkook shimmies back so he can look at the rest of the room, “you don’t think that he did the…you know?”

You sit up, “no. No, of course not”, you say, shaking your head vigorously.

“You sounded convinced.”

“Don’t say that. God, I feel so bad for telling him.”

“No hey”, Jungkook intertwines his fingers with you and tugs you down into his arms, “it was the right thing to do. He deserved your honesty”, he says, running his fingers up and down the back of your neck. Like this, you can take in his warm scent and the softness of his skin.

“I know, I’m just worried that’s all. I hate seeing him so upset”, you talk against his chest.

“Yeah, me too”, Jungkook squeezes you in reassurance, “should we go downstairs and check if he’s with the others?”

“Yeah, I really want to do that.”

You find the others outside in the garden. The air smells of lavender and food. The origins of said scents were easy to spot. The sun is shining onto the lavender beds while on the dinner table, bowls of freshly cooked pasta are standing. 

Seokjin and Emma are both enjoying a serving, as is Hoseok. The latter is chatting with Sophie – one of the witches. Meredith said that she and a few others joined her coven in the sixties – when you sit down by the table. Taehyung is with them as well. And Jimin. They are sunbathing on the lounge chairs. Both are in nothing but swimming trunks and sunglasses. You feel relief wash over you at the sight of Jimin. So Yoongi didn’t go completely berserk on him. Yet.

“Good morning”, you greet them and one by one, they turn their heads to you.

“More like good lunch”, Seokjin jokes, “it’s already five past one.”

“Wow really? Gosh, we didn’t even notice the time.”

“Crazy night, huh?” Hoseok teases.

“Yeah, one could say that. It got pretty late”, Jungkook says and snickers boyishly. 

You fluster because of it, feeling your cheeks heat up. You didn’t expect him to expose your little secret, but you don’t mind. It feels nice to be so open and official about your relationship. 

“Wah our Jungkookie, you’re such a player”, Seokjin teases to which the younger vampire rolls his eyes.

“No, I’m not hyung. I just had fun with my girlfriend”, Jungkook throws back, sending even more heat to your cheeks. Confidence suits him.

Seokjin and Emma chuckle fondly, while Hoseok coos and wiggles his brows. 

Taehyung studies you from head to toe throughout the entire scene, tonguing his cheek in annoyance. He looks at Jungkook’s hand caressing your lower back. His eyes gleam in jealousy for just a second. He looks back at your face. Your gazes meet.

“A fucking joke”, he mumbles and turns his head away.

Jimin ignores you completely, fuelling the fire of annoyance by reaching out and caressing Taehyung’s cheek.

You look away, turning your attention to the people who actually seem happy about your company.

“Have you been awake for a while?” you ask them.

“Yeah, I think since seven? Right guys?” Hoseok says.

“Yes, since seven. We were already at the market with Dragana”, Emma says.

“Really? That sounds like fun”, you say.

“It was fun. That’s where we got the pasta for today’s lunch. You should try it. Dragana and I cooked it”, Hoseok says. He has been getting along with the dark-haired witch rather splendidly. You even caught them whispering to each other on more occasion than one and just two nights ago, you ran in on them chatting in the library over some tea. Hoseok seems happier, even happier than usual and whenever she is close to him, he seems to smile even brighter. Even today, they seem to almost want to stick together. There is nothing but two fingers width between their arms and Dragana has been looking at his lips the entire time he was talking. It’s cute.

“Well, then it can only be good”, you say.

“It’s so good”, Sophie says, “now sit you two before it gets cold”, she offers you and Jungkook the chairs next to her.

You gladly take her up on her offer, thanking her for the glass of wine she prepares each of you. You thank Hoseok for the pasta and then dig in.

“Wow, you weren’t lying. This is incredible”, you gush and by your side, Jungkook frowns and nods his head vigorously as he enjoys the food.

“Thanks”, Hoseok says, turning to Dragana to exchange a look. They keep staring at each other for just one second too long. Truly it’s so cute.

“Do you guys know where Yoongi is?” you ask no one in particular.

“No sorry, I thought that he was with you”, Seokjin says, shaking his head.

“I saw him leave when we left for the market”, Emma says, “but I thought that he already returned, has he not?”

You and Jungkook exchange a wary look.

“Not that I know of. Oh god, what if something happened to him?”

“Yeah sure”, Jimin throws in and scoffs, “one can dream.”

You hate that Taehyung snickers because of it. He shouldn’t snicker. Not him.

“Shut up, you bitch”, Jungkook seems less constrained in his annoyance, spitting the hateful words at both Jimin and Taehyung.

“Wow, now that hurt”, Jimin says sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

“Oh you wanna go, you-” Jungkook growls only to get interrupted by Seokjin.

“Yoongi! Hey”, he calls out, forcing Jungkook to drop back into his chair and for your heads to turn.

Yoongi is strutting to the table, wearing black from head to toe and with his hair still wet.

“What’s with the hair? Are you trying a new look today?” Hoseok asks.

“I washed it. It got dirty”, Yoongi answers him dryly. You all know what he was insinuating. That the reason why Emma watched him disappear into dusk was because he went out to hunt and that somewhere along that hunt, it escalated to the point where even his hair got dirty. Which is rarely something that happens with Yoongi. Only you and Jungkook understand the exact meaning of this fact. His hunt wasn’t of hungry nature, he was still angry.

“Wow hyung, I can’t believe you got dirty. That’s what you get from waking up so early, it makes you sloppy”, Hoseok jokes and for just a second you and Jungkook clutch each other’s hand under the table in fear that this would tick off Yoongi.

“Yeah”, Yoongi says and scoffs, acknowledging his stupid joke that way. He places his hands on your and Jungkook’s shoulders, giving both of you a good squeeze, “did you two sleep well?” he asks you.

“We did. But what about you, are you okay?” you ask him, looking at him with worried eyes.

Yoongi sneaks a glance at Jimin, “don’t worry about me, I can handle myself.”

“I know that, love. But you know me”, you take his hand, “I’m such a worried idiot.”

Yoongi pinches your chin softly, “I know.”

Taehyung, who watched the whole scene unfold and had to come to realise that you and Yoongi already made up again, rolls his eyes as far as possible.

“Jimin, can we go?” he asks the obsidian haired vampire as loudly as possible, standing up from the chair rather aggressively.

“Of course, I’m so ready to get out of here”, Jimin says, standing up with an almost taunting arch of his back, “it smells like control freak in here all of a sudden”, he adds, locking eyes with Yoongi. 

Yoongi’s fingers tighten just slightly on your shoulder.

“Yoongi knows that you forced me, Jimin. I’d shut your mouth if I were you”, you say, putting boredom into your voice because you know it would annoy him. 

You lock eyes with Taehyung, hoping that the iciness in them lets him know that you were just as pissed at him than Jimin. He seems completely taken aback and confused.

Yoongi lets out a deep growl, the kind which is just so obviously supernatural. This was a warning.

Jimin flusters even if he doesn’t show it. He does break eye contact with Yoongi however, visibly shimmying behind Taehyung. 

“Move”, he hisses at him, pushing him rather harshly. 

Taehyung stumbles, widened eyes locked on your face for as long as possible.

“___ can we-” tries to ask you, only to be shoved by Jimin again, “Jimin, what are you doing? Hey, you’re hurting me, stop pushing me.”

It aches to see him get pushed away like that, but in the end you have to let it happen. The situation is already messed up enough, you don’t want to make it worse by speaking up again. 

They soon disappear from the garden. 

Yoongi slides his hands from your shoulders, finally claiming the chair beside you.

“So you know”, Seokjin says. 

Yoongi nods his head, frowning.

“How isn’t he already plant fertilizer?”

“___ doesn’t want me to kill him.”

“Ah”, Seokjin looks at you, “I see.”

“Where are they off to either way?” 

“The town. Jimin wants clothes”, Hoseok answers you. 

Yoongi sighs loudly, fingers coming up to massage the bridge of his nose. 

“Seriously can I please murder him?” he says, eyes squeezed shut, “he is irritating me so much.”

“I relate”, Seokjin agrees. 

“No”, you say, “stop wanting to murder people.”

Yoongi groans, “I just wanna do it a little. Just break his neck once.”

“You bloodsuckers and your need for violence”, Sophie throws in, “have you not learned better, Min Yoongi?”

“I have learned better, witch”, Yoongi hisses, “but Jimin had the audacity to hurt ___”, he spits, placing his hand at the back of your head most tenderly, “nobody hurts my ___ and gets to tell the tale.”

Sophie rolls her eyes, “you truly have a liking for the dramatics. She seems fine to me.”

“Don’t test me”, Yoongi hisses before convulsing in what looks like pain, “a-ah”, he croaks, hands falling to his temples.

“Yoongi? My beloved, what’s happening?” 

“I’m making the blood in his brain boil”, Sophie answers nonchalantly.

“What? Stop that!”

“Okay”, Sophie says, clicking her fingers. 

Yoongi wheezes for air, lifting his head to reveal his glassy eyes. They are now lowering in anger, focused on the witch.

“You’re in our house now, Min Yoongi. Your threads are useless.”

“You’re fucked up”, you say, “you can’t just do that to him”, you spit, cupping his face, “my love, are you okay?”

“I’m fine”, he says, caressing your wrists, “I wasn’t trying anything, Sophie. I’m not the one who will act up, I’m telling you.”

“Oh I know. I hope he does”, she stands up with a smirk, “at least that will give me an excuse to finally pay him back for 1956.”

“What happened in 1956?”

“He broke my heart, dear”, she answers Jungkook, leaving the table afterwards to disappear somewhere in the garden. 

The mood is awkward and confused. While you and Jungkook are busy checking up on Yoongi, Seokjin and Emma are busy exchanging a confused look. Hoseok is the one speaking up. 

“Not to be dramatic or anything, but am I the only one being fed up with our breakfasts always ending in some sort of violence?”

“No, I’m tired too”, Jungkook says, “I miss our place. Can you remember all the mornings we had, guys?”

“Mhm yeah”, Hoseok sighs, “they were good mornings.”

“If you want them so bad, piss off”, Yoongi hisses, earning himself offended looks by everyone.

“Yoongi, don’t say that”, you whisper. 

“Yeah seriously, we’re on your side”, Seokjin says.

“Whatever I’m”, he sighs in defeat, “I’m sorry. I know”, he says quietly, “I’m tired of it too. I’m sorry that it’s taking me so fucking long to find this bastard.”

“Us”, Seokjin says, “we’re a team. It’s not just you.”

Yoongi lifts his gaze, looking at Seokjin in surprised awe. 

Seokjin gives him a warm smile, flustering him. 

“Whatever”, he mumbles, touching the side of his neck, “eat, you need the strength”, he says, gesturing at the food.

“You should eat too, the bread’s delicious.”

“I already ate, thanks.”

“We know”, Hoseok says, “the forest’s okay though, isn’t it? Or did you rage kill every deer?”

Yoongi studies his features with a pursed lip. He clicks his tongue, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“You woke up a jokester today, didn’t you?” he grumbles, making Hoseok snicker.

“Just trying to lighten the mood.”

“Mhm”, Yoongi acknowledges him before pushing the chair out to get to his feet instead.

“Where are you going?” 

“Meredith, we have a lot of work to do and I wasted enough time already”, he says, leaving the table after giving you and Jungkook a soft kiss on the cheek.

“So Yoongi knows”, Seokjin says once he disappeared from sight.

“I told him last night after we talked it out.”

“I was wondering if you guys did. He seems glued to you again”, Seokjin sneaks a glance at Jungkook, “and Kook for that matter.”

“I helped them”, Jungkook says proudly, “I told them that I was hurt in the attic and that they needed to come get me, but it was just a scheme to get them to talk. I locked them in there and only opened the door once they talked it out.”

“You should have heard him act, I was so worried for him. His voice was all weak and frail”, you say.

Jungkook snickers, nodding his head proudly, “I’m a natural, what can I say.”

“Wah Kookie you’re such a sneaky mastermind”, Seokjin says, reaching over the table to slap Jungkook’s arm brotherly.

“I know, right?” Jungkook agrees, grinning cockily.

“You’re such a sneaky brat”, you say, rolling your eyes fondly, before chuckling.

“But what does he say? Did you really have to convince him not to kill Jimin?” Hoseok asks.

“I guess? He was really angry last night.”

“Understandable. I’m angry too”, Seokjin throws in to which Emma and Hoseok nod their heads, “real talk though, can’t we tell Jimin to piss off? Ever since this idiot is back everything has gone downhill. You and Taehyung are fighting all the time. Jungkook got broken up with. Yoongi’s mad and quite frankly, we’re pissed too. He’s only ruining the peace we had.”

“Yeah totally”, Hoseok agrees, “even now he had to throw in his stupid comments. Why is he always trying to start something? I bet he’s the reason why our breakfasts always escalate.”

“See? He gets me”, Seokjin points at Hoseok with his thumb and a flick of his wrist, “we should throw him out, send him back to where he came from. Which was a crusty butthole, fyi.”

“As much as I want to agree with you, I don’t think Taehyung would”, you say.

“Yeah well, I never really liked him either way”, Seokjin murmurs, earning himself a roll of your eyes.

“Well I do and I don’t want to push him away just because he’s friends with a dick.”

“They do say that the friends you keep close reflect on who you truly are.”

“I don’t think it does, otherwise I’d be an idiot.”

“Yah!” Seokjin gasps, making you snicker, “you take that back, young lady.”

“Never”, you joke, laughing because of the faux offended face Seokjin makes.

And soon the others join in too, laughing for the sake of laughing because you hadn’t done so in too long.

You spend the day with Sanguis, catching up on your language lessons in order to be able to read the books of old. Seokjin and Emma wanted to do something fun like play board games or go for a walk on the beach, but you insisted that it was safer to stay here and study. They agreed to it groggily. You also visited Yoongi in the shed come the later afternoon hours. He was working hard with his sleeves rolled up when you visited. Meredith and the other witches were with him. Jelena is close to him again, looking at his hands.

“I’m bringing snacks”, you announce yourself, making the witches turn around.

Yoongi turns, studying you from head to toe.

“Oh ___!” Jelena calls out and smiles, “you’re an angel, we were already starving.”

“That’s good. Hobi and I made you sandwiches”, you tell them, setting down the silver platter on their working table.

The witches gather around you, each snatching a neatly done sandwich to snack on.

“Oh this is so good.”

“So yummy.”

“I love tomatoes so much.”

They chatter, eating happily.

You abandon them in order to get to Yoongi. He is on his knees, working hard to fix the side plate of the device.

“I see that you are working hard”, you say, running your fingers through his hair.

He lifts his head.

“Mhm”, he hums, nodding it.

You squat down next to him, now caressing the back of his neck.

“How far is the device already?”

“Almost done.”

“Well that’s good to hear. I’m proud of you, my prince.”

Yoongi looks at the device instantly, nodding his head.

“Mhm”, he hums, trying and failing to not let it show that your praise flustered him.

He fixes the position of a screw while you play with his soft baby hair at the nape of his neck.

“Are Taehyung and the ass back from shopping already?” he asks you.

“No, they’re not. I texted Tae, but no answer as of yet.”

“I hope he gets hit by a car.”

“Yoongi”, you gasp, dropping your hand.

“Jimin. Not Tae.”

“Yeah well, whatever. You’re saying the silliest stuff”, you murmur, nudging his arm.

“Mhm”, he acknowledges you, “can you hand me the screwdriver?”

You look at it resting by your feet, picking it up and placing it into Yoongi’s open palm.

“Thanks.”

“You’re looking so professional in what you’re doing.”

“He does, doesn’t he?” Meredith says, making you turn your head.

She already finished her sandwich. Jelena is by her side as well, looking at Yoongi.

“He’s such a big help. I don’t think we could have done it without him”, Meredith says.

You stand up, “he is?”

“Of course, Min Yoongi here knows so much”, she says, nudging his back with her foot, “don’t you?”

“Mhm.”

“He taught me most of my magic back in the days when I started out”, Jelena says.

“He did?” you ask, sneaking a glance down at him.

“Of course. He was the strictest teacher. Weren’t you, Yoongi?” she says and gives his butt a little stub with her foot.

He stands up instantly, sending her one of his looks.

“I was trying to teach you. You were a reckless girl. It wasn’t my fault that I had to discipline you.”

Jelena laughs mischievously, Yoongi rolls his eyes.

“How can I understand that?” you ask.

“Doesn’t matter”, Yoongi dismisses you, squatting back down, “it’s in the past either way.”

You huff out air, giving him a little pout even if he can’t see it.

“Yeah, sadly it is”, Jelena teases and giggles, “gosh, either way”, she dismisses the situation, “I have to leave now. I’m meeting up with Hale in town, he finished his research. I’ll be back by dinner. Doodaloo.”

“See you”, you murmur.

“I think you’ve made your girl jealous, Yoongi dear”, Meredith teases, nudging your arm.

Yoongi looks over his shoulder, “it’s in the past. She knows that it is”, he says dryly, locking eyes with you for just a second.

“Yeah totally”, you say, “you’re being weird Meredith, I’m leaving”, you say, making her laugh.

“You know that I’m just teasing, don’t you?”

“Of course, but I still have very important business to take care of.”

“Gosh, you are adorable, dear”, Meredith laughs, watching you with fond eyes as you leave the shed with burning cheeks and the empty tray under your arm.

Yoongi shifts his eyes from you to Meredith once you are out of sight.

“Don’t stick your fingers into my private life, Meredith”, he warns.

“Your private life? Oh come now, Yoongi”, she laughs, lowering herself next to him, “loosen up, we’re all friends here. ___ knows I was just teasing.”

“We’re not friends.”

She rolls her eyes, “of course we aren’t. The last two hundred years of contact state so clearly. How dare I say something differently.”

“Tch, just hand me the rubies will you?”

Taehyung and Jimin return in the evening. You were in the sitting room when they strut past you. Well, Jimin does. Taehyung just kind of follows behind with all of the bags in his hands.

“You’re back”, you say, studying Taehyung, “why are you so packed?”

“He offered to carry my bags”, Jimin says matter of factly.

“Ah”, you cock your eyebrow up, “did he?”

“Of course he did. Am I right, Taehyung?”

Taehyung fixes the position of the bags, “of course. They aren’t heavy to me.”

“Aha.”

“Where are the others?” Jimin asks, looking around the room.

“The boys and Emma are helping Suzy make dinner and Yoongi’s still with Meredith fixing up the device.”

“I see. And you? What are you doing?”

“Studying”, you sneak a glance at Taehyung, “and worrying about Tae. How are you, darling?”

“Uhm”, he flusters, “what?”

“I haven’t seen you all day and we haven’t talked in days, so I was wondering”, you give him a shy smile, “maybe we could chat a little after dinner.”

“Do you actually mean that?” Taehyung asks, sounding hopeful.

“Of course I do.”

“I would love-”

“We’re busy after dinner actually. We want to go out”, Jimin interrupts him, “you can gladly join us. That is if your captor allows you to leave his side. You know, now that you aren’t allowed to be our blood bag anymore”, he mocks Yoongi’s voice as he speaks.

You frown at him, “I sometimes wonder if all the rudeness in the world is stored in you”, you say, “show a little empathy before I run out of mine and punch you in the throat.”

Jimin snorts and laughs, “good one. Either way”, he snaps his finger, “come Taehyung. I want to try on my clothes”, he says and struts off.

Taehyung lingers by your side, studying you with weary yet hopeful eyes.

“You could just drop those bags and join me in my studies”, you offer him, “I miss studying with you.”

Taehyung nods his head, taking a step closer to you.

“Yeah? Oh darling, that makes me happy to hear. Come here”, you say, welcoming him with open arms.

Taehyung drops the bags and hurries to you.

“Taehyung!” Jimin yells from upstairs.

He flinches and stops.

“Are you coming or not?”

“You don’t have to, you know?” you tell him, “he can very well carry his own bags.”

“I’ll just bring the bags upstairs, I’m already at it”, Taehyung says, inching back to the bags.

“Tae, darling”, you say, sagging your shoulders.

“I’ll be back soon. I promise”, he says and with that, grabs the bags and disappears upstairs.

He won’t come back again and you are destined to study alone until dinner is served.

The food fills the dining room with a mouth watering smell. Most of the witches, safe for Jelena who was still out and Suzy who is getting more wine, have already gathered. Hoseok and Jungkook are chatting with two of them as they pour wine into everybody’s cups. Meredith is talking to Yoongi. The latter turns away from her when he notices you enter the room.

He gets to his feet, pulling out the chair next to him.

You hurry to him quickly, allowing him to help with the chair once you sat down.

“Thank you”, you tell him.

“Mhm yeah”, he says, studying your face.

“You did your hair”, you say, touching the soft curls framing his face.

“I looked messy”, he answers you, moving his head away for the sole reason of being embarrassed by public skinship.

“I love how you did it, you’re so handsome like this.”

“Mhm”, he nods his head and then turns to Meredith, picking up the conversation again.

You would have joined them, hadn’t Taehyung and Jimin entered the dining room. They are dressed in clothes which let you know that somehow, Jimin managed to convince Taehyung to actually go out after dinner. They sit down opposite you and Yoongi.

And while Yoongi willingly ignores them just to spite Jimin, you can’t take your eyes off of Taehyung.

“I missed you during studying”, you tell him.

“He was busy”, Jimin throws in.

“I wasn’t talking to you, you walnut. Taehyung can speak for himself.”

Jimin scoffs, swallowing down the snarky remark for now. Not because he wanted to, but because he felt Yoongi’s deathly glare on him. He leans back in his chair and turns to his left to instead chat with Dragana about the fabric of his shirt.

You send him one last dark look then avert your eyes to Taehyung.

“You look very handsome”, you tell him, “I love the way you did your eyes.”

“Thank you”, he says quietly.

“Are you really planning on going out later?”

He nods his head slowly.

“Well, that’s a shame. I thought that maybe we could play some card games together. Hobi asked if we wanted to join.”

Taehyung’s eyes fill with sad longing, running over your face.

“I like card games”, he says in a small voice.

“Yeah?” you reach over the table, placing your hand over his’, “you can join us if you want to. We’re still one player short.”

Taehyung nods his head as carefully as possible.

“Yeah? Oh, that’s great to hear.”

“He isn’t going”, Jimin throws in, “right Taetae? You promised me to go out later.”

“But card games sound fun”, Taehyung answers him quietly, looking oh so sad.

“What are you? A bore or something?”

Taehyung lowers his head sadly.

“As I tho-”

“Let off of him, Jimin”, Yoongi interrupts him. He watched the whole ordeal long enough to want to speak up.

“Why are you talking?” Jimin throws back.

“Because you’re acting like a controlling cunt. Let Taehyung play card games with the others if that’s what he wants. He is very capable of thinking for himself and you don’t own him.”

Jimin tenses his jaw, while Taehyung stares at Yoongi with his eyes widened in shock. He defended him. Yoongi stood up for him. He was on his side.

Yoongi lets his eyes flit to Taehyung. The latter gives him the smallest and shiest smile ever. One which Yoongi barely even retorts, breaking the eye contact as quickly as he started it.

Taehyung looks into your eyes.

“I want to stay for card games”, he tells you with his voice louder than before.

“That is so great to hear. I’m sure that we will have lots of fun”, you say, ignoring the way Jimin lowers his eyes in pure anger.

Seconds later and Emma announces that dinner has officially been served. Everyone, safe for Yoongi and Jimin, takes a portion of the delicious smelling meal. He adheres to his glass of red wine, sipping on it throughout dinner. Jimin stays silent for most of it, but one could sense that he was considering whether or not to ram his fork through Yoongi’s skull.

Dinner is delicious. Like always, Seokjin and Emma managed to create the most flavourful meal in existence. The sweet wine the witches produce in their winery compliments the food, elevating its exquisite tastes. Everyone loves it. Especially Jungkook who seems to be especially hungry for human food tonight. He frowns throughout dinner – a clear sign that he loved the food – while making high-pitched sounds of approval and nodding his head vigorously. You offered Yoongi a little bite too, but he dismissed you with a little pinch to your cheek and a soft “thanks, my love.” Taehyung seems to be enjoying himself too, now that the feeling of having no one to back him was gone, he really started to become himself again. He and Hoseok were lost in deep conversation the entire starter and main course, talking about the most random topics before landing on their shared interest of music. Yoongi joined the conversation then, giving his occasional commentary and throwing in his random, obscure music trivia fact which impressed you and the others greatly.

Seokjin and Emma clear the table with the help of Dragana and two other witches once the main course was finished, disappearing back in the kitchen with promise of dessert soon.

“I’ll see where Suzy is off to. I want more wine”, Lela excused herself as well, leaving the dining room whilst snacking on a sweet grape.

“Now Meredith”, you say, looking past Yoongi at the witch, “how far is the device? Were you able to finish it?”

“We were, yes”, she answers you, “Yoongi was of great help. I don’t think that we would have been able to finish it today without him.”

Yoongi acts as if he couldn’t hear her, sipping on his wine nonchalantly.

“That’s great”, you say, caressing the back of his neck to let him know that you were proud of him, “and how exactly is this device going to work now?”

“It’s rather simple actually. To activate it, you have to fill it with the blood of the person with the greatest grudge against Namjoon and through magic, the blood will active the power of the gemstones in the heart of the device.”

“And what will those gemstones do?”

“They will send out a frequency which will act like sort of a paralysing factor. If it reaches Namjoon, he won’t be able to move for as long as the device is glowing and in this time, Yoongi will capture him using some of my binding shackles.”

“That sounds like a good plan. Whose blood are you going to use?”

“Mine”, Yoongi answers you.

“Yours?”

“Mhm”, Yoongi studies your face, “if somebody has to make sure he gets put down, it’s gonna be me. Besides, we only have one try, we can’t risk using the wrong blood.”

“One try? Why? What will happen if you fail?”

“Namjoon will flee and the device will be broken. I have to make sure that it works.”

“I’m sure it will. You’re always so resourceful, I’m sure this plan will be successful”, you assure him.

“I hope it will be. I can’t risk it failing”, he looks at you, eyes lingering on your lips, “I want you to be able to go home.”

“Gosh Yoongs, you’re so sweet”, you say with a fluttering heart. You reach out, cupping his cheek, “and if it fails, we’ll just look at one more city together. We’re a team, yeah?”

“Mhm yeah”, Yoongi says, leaning into your touch.

“Tzt laughable”, Jimin murmurs.

You send him a deathly glare. Yoongi frowns at him.

“Excuse me?” you say.

“Jimin, please be quiet”, Taehyung whispers.

“It’s not like you actually love her“, Jimin ignores him however. 

“What?” Yoongi hisses.

“What the fuck?” you gasp, hand slipping to the back of Yoongi’s neck in a protective manner.

“You have no concept of love. How could you when you didn’t feel a thing for thousands of years and hid away like a coward for half your life?”

“Yo dude, tone down your attitude. We’re having a nice dinner right now. Besides, Yoongi’s the only one here who actually knows how to defeat Namjoon and he’s doing a great job at that”, Hoseok throws in with anger on his face.

“Yeah seriously, chill out for once”, Jungkook hisses.

“As if he isn’t doing that all for himself”, Jimin scoffs, “spoiler alert, Min Yoongi. One good deed is not going to erase the fact that you killed thousands in your past.”

“Why are you saying that?” Yoongi says, trying and failing to keep his voice from trembling, “I didn’t even do anything right now. All I want to do is to make the world a safer place. Why are you always like that?”

“Oh? You have to ask?” Jimin throws back, hellbent on getting his revenge for Yoongi and you convincing Taehyung to stay back.

“Please be quiet, Jimin”, Taehyung begs, getting dismissed with a flick of Jimin’s wrist.

“Yeah, fucking shut your mouth”, you spit, squeezing Yoongi’s neck in an angry massage.

“You barely even know how to be human and you want to tell the rest of us how to behave. Look at yourself first and actually learn how to handle your emotions or are you too much of a monster for that, mhm?” Jimin spits.

Yoongi falls back in his chair, eyes showing how deeply hurt he was because of his words.

“Be quiet!” you bark.

“Leave him alone or I’ll kill you!” Jungkook yells with ruby eyes.

“Be honest, you don’t love her. You-”, Jimin continues.

“Shut up, you fuck!” you interrupt him, but Jimin doesn’t care.

“You’re nothing but a greedy Glutton having found your obsession with her. Those aren’t real feelings, you’re just being a fucked-up Glutton.”

“I’m going to kill you“, Yoongi roars, jumping up from the seat to launch himself at Jimin. 

He doesn’t get far and strong magic flings him against a wall, knocking the air out of him. 

“My love!” you exclaim.

Yoongi is on his feet in an instant, bleeding out of his cheek now that he has a big shard of a shattered picture frame casually stuck in his flesh. He rips it out and drops it, eyes focusing on Sophie. 

“What the hell?” he says, wound closing up quickly.

“No violence in my home. Do you hear me, Min Yoongi?” she says calmly. 

“So I can’t even fucking defend myself? Did you hear what he said to me? I just gotta sit there and take it?” Yoongi spits, pointing at his own chest with his eyes widened in shocked anger.

Sophie shrugs her shoulders, earning herself the most poisonous look from Meredith.

Jimin snickers, only fuelling the anger in Yoongi’s chest. 

“Shut the fuck up!” he barks, “stop laughing you ugly bastard!” 

“Oh, I’m sorry but this hilarious. What’s wrong, Min Yoongi? Are you embarrassed that you got called out? Mhm? Control your emotions, will you?”

“Princess, please”, Yoongi looks at you with pitch black eyes, “please, can I kill him? I’m fucking begging you.” Yoongi suddenly hisses, face contorting in pain. “Ah, shit”, he groans, hands falling to his temples.

“Control your temper, old friend”, Sophie warns. 

“Sophie, stop that before I put you down”, Meredith warns.

“Stop that, please!” you beg.

“Yoongi hasn’t done anything wrong!” Jungkook pleads.

“No, no, continue this is hilarious”, Jimin cackles.

“Please everyone just stop”, Taehyung wails.

“Jesus fuck, you’ve got issues Jimin. Serious issues”, Hoseok murmurs.

“Are you behaving?” Sophie challenges.

“Sophie! Cut the bullshit!” Meredith yells and with a flick of her wrists stops Sophie’s magic.

Yoongi shoots up with a gasp, sending Sophie a dark gaze before his eyes fall to a cackling Jimin.

He storms to the table, slamming his hands on it.

“What’s your fucking problem?” he spits, “why do you wanna ruin everything I build?”

“You have to ask?!”

“Yes! Yes I gotta fucking ask!”

Jimin jumps up, slamming his hands on the table, “because you never helped me! You let Namjoon hurt me to the point where I took days to heal! You let him ruin my life, so why should I sit idly by and watch you find happiness when you allowed him to ruin mine?” Jimin screams, “why did you never help me? Why did you let him hurt me so much? Why?”

Jimin stares, inhales loudly and presses out a sob. His face contorts in tears. The room is silent as everyone stares. 

“Why was I never good enough for your help? I know I’m not perfect, but why did I have to suffer so much? Why?”

Yoongi is panting and slowly but surely his once angry features morph into surprise.

“That’s it? That’s why you’ve been acting like such a fucking bastard all this time? Because you wanted revenge?” Yoongi says, staring at Jimin with widened eyes. 

“Did I stutter? You heard me clearly!” Jimin hisses, dripping tears even if his face contorts in anger. 

“Jimin”, Yoongi begins, “for the longest time I had no idea what Namjoon was doing to you.”

“Liar! You just didn’t care!”

“I care now!” Yoongi screams and slams his hand on the table, “yes, you’re right, there was a time where I couldn’t give two shits about what Namjoon did and I’ll regret this for all eternity. And I’m sorry”, Yoongi grips the edge of the table to the point where his pale knuckles turn bright white, “I’m so fucking sorry that I didn’t care for such a long time and that this meant you had to live in hell, but I care now and I’m trying to make up for it by taking action and making sure you guys are safe. I can’t change the past, but I can make sure the future is good. Fuck’s sake you bastard, I could have killed you a dozen times already and yet I didn’t. I didn’t because I want you to find peace. Do you hear me?”

Yoongi slams his hand on the table again just to make a statement.

“I want to make the world a better place for you too. I want you to heal and to feel safe in being yourself. I do all this work for you too! So for fuck’s sake, stop working against me!”

The room is silent. The air is so tense one could cut it with a knife. Yoongi really just said that. 

“Hyung”, Taehyung whispers. 

Yoongi studies his features, looks at Jimin and clenches his jaw. Their gazes barely meet. A deep inhale. He pushes himself off the table. 

“Fuck”, he exhales and turns to storm out of the room. 

Silence. One second. Two. Eyes flit to Jimin. He looks honestly and truly surprised, blinking his tears away before his eyes darken in anger (you were all aware that this was pretend to hide his real emotions). 

“Stop staring, you cunts”, Jimin hisses and runs out of the room. 

“Mimi wait!” Taehyung calls after him, “excuse me for a moment”, he addresses all of you then turns to leave, “Jiminie wait! Talk to me! Wait!” he calls out as he leaves in search for Jimin.

The door closes. You are all alone, exchanging flabbergasted looks.

“What the actual hell was that?” Hoseok says what you are all thinking. 

“Did that actually just happen?” Jungkook asks. 

“Uhh, what is going on? We’re out for two minutes and everything escalates”, Seokjin says, holding a huge plate of sweet milk cakes.

“Oh dear, what happened? Where’s everyone?” Emma gasps, entering the room seconds later with a tray of chocolate pudding.

“Bro, I can’t. The craziest shit just happened ”, Hoseok answers them. 

“Okay? What?”

You stop listening, storming out of the room to look for Yoongi. Judging by the roar of anger coming from the attic, followed by the shattering of something, he must be upstairs.

A shelf filled with heavy book drops right in front of you the moment you set foot into the attic. 

“Geez”, you squeak, jumping back at the last moment.

A growl reaches your ear, your eyes meet a shadowy figure staring at you from the darkness. He is carrying a chair but drops it when he finally takes in your presence.

“Yoongi hey, it’s me”, you take a little step closer.

Yoongi growls deeply, carrying his truest face. Hidden slightly in the shadows, he truly looks like a figure of nightmares. But you aren’t scared, not one bit. You are just so incredibly worried. 

“Hey love, I’m here.”

“Leave”, Yoongi speaks with two voices, one so sweetly familiar to you and one laced with demonic anger. 

You shake your head, stepping over the ruined bookshelf. 

He watches you, frozen on the spot and with his shoulders heaving up and down quickly. 

“Leave”, he stresses.

“No, I won’t. Somebody’s gotta make sure you don’t hurt yourself.”

“Leave me alone!” he screams, but you shake your head. 

“How are you doing?”

“I hate him! That’s how I’m doing”, Yoongi’s voice is raised in anger “I hate him so much.”

“He was just trying to provoke a reaction from you”, you say.

“Then he should pick something else!” he yells, kicking a book across the room, “not my emotions!”

“I know love, I know. But he knows that he can get you like this, I’m sure that’s why he always does that shit.”

“He doesn’t even understand me! Doesn’t he get it? I spent half of my life forcing myself to rot and the rest of it wanting to fucking die. A-and now I just want to make the world better! Why can’t he let me be?!”

Yoongi kicks another book.

“All I’ve been feeling, all my fucking life, was pain until you came”, Yoongi stops abruptly, inhaling shakily, “a-and he dares to question my feelings for you? He dares to say that, that i-it’s not real? That, t-that it’s only because I’m a-”, Yoongi stops talking, throwing his hand over his own mouth even if it is hard in his current state. 

“I know my prince, I know how betrayed and angry you feel, I feel the same”, you say, inching closer. 

“Stay where you are”, he warns, stumbling back.

But you don’t listen. 

“Please don’t come any closer”, he begs hiding away in the shadows.

But you reach for him. He flinches, but doesn’t fight you off. 

You cup his cheeks, eyes racing over his features.

“Don’t touch me, look away”, he chokes out, trying and failing to pull his head away, to hide his features, to become normal again.

“I love you”, you say, tracing the features which brought him so much misery in his life. And you do it with unyielding adoration.

Yoongi blinks, mouth slowly morphing back into his normal mouth. You smile, tracing his lips.

“I love you, Min Yoongi”, you repeat, caressing his cheeks.

The obsidian veins disappear from his skin as if your touch was magic. And to Yoongi it was. The only magic able to bring back harmony to his loud mind. 

“I love you”, you whisper, stepping closer just so you can kiss his lips. 

Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut, cupping your cheeks with shaking fingers. 

When you pull back and his eyes flutter open again, nothing but the endless depth of his dark brown eyes stare back at you. 

You smile, tracing the sensitive skin right underneath them.

“How are you?” you ask him.

Yoongi’s eyes race between yours, his fingers grasp your face.

“I love you”, he chokes out, “I love you with all my heart and every fucking inch of my soul. It’s not because I’m a-”, his lips tremble, “you know that, don’t you?”

“Yes, Yoongi I do. I wouldn’t mind if you’re a little obsessed with me, though. Quite frankly, I hope you are.”

He laughs, spilling tears. You wipe them away, smiling with him.

“I am”, he says, nodding his head. 

“Good. Because I’m obsessed with you too”, you say, “all of you. Every side of you.”

Painful embarrassment washes over his features. “I’m so sorry”, he croaks, hiding his face in the palms of his hands, “you were not supposed to see me like that. I’m so ugly.”

“Shut up, no you’re not”, you gasp, “I just told you that I’m obsessed with every side of you and I meant it!”

He shudders in an inaudible sob, growing smaller in an attempt to hide away.

“I'm sorry”, he croaks, “I'm sorry, I’m crying so much lately. I’m sorry I have so much going on, everything hurts me.”

“God Yoongi. Come here, my love. I’ll give you the best goddamn hug ever”, you say, pulling him in aggressively. Oh, you hug him as tightly as possible, as strongly as possible, as adoringly as possible. You need to squeeze every single ounce of self hatred out of his tiny little body. 

“I’m sorry”, he squeaks.

“Stop apologising. You can cry as much as you need to”, you assure him, swaying your bodies from side to side.

“I fucking hate emotions. They’re so much.”

“I know, but you’re not alone. You’ve got me and you’ve got Kookie. We’ll always be there for you when it gets too much.”

“I know”, he squeezes you, “I’m so grateful for you. Thank you so much.”

“Don’t. I do it gladly”, you whisper and pull him closer.

“Fuck”, he melts into you, “I’m so ugly, aren’t I?”

“Shut up! Don’t ever call yourself ugly again. You’re so beautiful”, you say, shaking him violently, “don’t do that. Hear me, my love?” you say through gritted teeth, apparently shaking him so well that Yoongi feels the need to begin squirming, making sounds of embarrassment as he does. They are a mixture of unsure giggles and little huffs of air. 

“Hear me?” you say, doing the unthinkable of picking him up. 

Yoongi full on whines, grasping your shoulders tightly.

“You’re pretty”, you say, bouncing him in your arms, “so freaking handsome.”

“Stop. Set me down”, Yoongi complains, kicking the air weakly. 

“Not before you tell me that you think that you’re handsome”, you warn, bouncing him again just so you can grip him better. Right under his butt, squishing up the flesh and holding his legs hostage.

“I’m handsome. Now let me down”, he says.

“Now say it as if you mean it.”

“I-I’m handsome”, he stutters.

“Good boy”, you praise, holding him for a little while longer.

“Let. Me. Down”, Yoongi stresses, wiggling like a panicky fish. His cheeks are burning up, aflame, properly flushed. His eyes can’t bear to look anywhere close your face.

“You’re so cute, my prince. And really light, I could carry you for hours.”

“Well don’t, set me down”, Yoongi stresses, kicking the air again.

“Uff fine”, you let out, dropping him without warning.

Yoongi lands clumsily, knees buckling so much that he falls into you.

“Gosh, you sweetie”, you chuckle, caressing his back.

“No”, Yoongi pushes himself off of you just to run to the other side of the room. Now pressed against the round window and with his hands pressed to his chest, he looks at you panickedly.

“Don’t run away, come here”, you say, closing the distance in big steps, “let me give you squishies.”

“Stay away, you’re weird”, he says, fighting you off by slapping your hands softly.

“No”, you say, burying your face in his neck, “you’re so handsome and I need you to remember this, always.”

“I, I will just don’t lift me again.”

“Did you like it?”

Silence for a second, then a whispered, “no, it’s weird.”

“Oh, you’re lying”, you say, giggling as you lift your head to gaze at him, “be honest, you love it when I push you around.”

He looks to the side, “shut up”, he murmurs.

“It’s because you’re tiny and cute”, you add, making him widen his eyes in shock.

“Shut up”, he whines, “what the hell is your problem?”

You cackle, caressing his waist.

“Don’t laugh like that”, Yoongi hisses, pressing himself against the cold window as tightly as possible.

“You’re so cute, oh my gosh”, you say, squishing yourself against him. You nuzzle your face into his neck, “I wanna eat you up”, you whisper, biting him gently.

He gasps then shudders with his entire body, knees growing weak and hands clutching your hips. His head falls against your shoulder completely defeated by gravity. His arms wind around your torso until your bodies are almost merged into one. And even then he squeezes you tighter to make sure that you were really here in his arms.

“You are so sweet”, you whisper, melting in his embrace.

“Do you think that he was right?” he asks quietly.

“No, he was being a cunt”, you say without hesitation, “you don’t suck at emotions and he should take a look at himself in my opinion. Because if someone has issues, then it’s him. Not you”, you assure him, “you do so much for everyone, even for him, and if he is too stubborn to see that then it’s his problem not yours.”

“You really think so?” he sounds unsure.

“Yes, I really think so”, you say. You run your fingers through his long hair and with it, sending his mind into a complete state of tranquillity, “don’t let his words get to you. I’m sure he is already regretting them now that he knows that despite all the shit he pulls, you still want to make the world better for him.”

“He makes it really hard. All I wanna do is help people and he always calls me a monster.”

“I know”, you squeeze, “fuck, I know. But it’s not true when he says that. You are not a monster and nobody thinks that you are.”

Yoongi nods his head in understanding.

“I’ll fix it, yeah? I’ll have a talk with him.”

“No, don’t.”

“Well, I want to. You’re my Yoongi and that means I’ll try to fix the shit that hurts you.”

Yoongi can’t even control the pout washing over his face while his brows furrow tightly. His chest tightens not uncomfortably but from utter gratefulness.

Maybe it’s not that bad that you found him. Maybe Yoongi is glad that he didn’t hide well enough. Maybe it is actually nice to be held and to know that he can share that awful pain in his chest. And maybe it is actually nice to know he can lean on you and maybe because of it, he doesn’t feel like crying anymore. 

“Thank you”, his voice is barely there and if he wasn’t hugging you so closely you probably would have missed it.

“Don’t. I mean it”, you tell him, craning your neck to kiss his forehead.

Yoongi closes his eyes. The kiss you just gave him lingers on his skin even long after you pull back. It keeps him warm and makes him decide that he loves forehead kisses so, so much.

“I love you, Yoongi love”, you whisper, swaying your bodies from side to side almost as if you were dancing.

Yoongi lets you guide him with his eyes closed and his body calming down more and more. He may have a lot of issues, but they don’t even feel important when you are holding him. He runs his hands to your upper back and presses your chest closer to his’. He can feel your heartbeat this way. The sensation is paradise to him. It truly is.

“I love you too”, he says so quietly that only you can hear him. It feels easy to say these words right now. Because you make it so godamn easy to love you. Yoongi tightens his arms around you and buries his nose in the warm of neck, “so much”, he adds. 

“Oh, my love”, you whisper, ruffling his hair. You won’t ever grow tired of hearing these wonderful words from him.

“Yoongi? Are you there? I- what the hell happened here?” the voice interrupting your silence rips Yoongi out of his comforting trance.

You both look at the door.

Jelena is standing in the threshold, staring at the ruined bookshelf.

“What did you do?” she asks, lowering her eyes in annoyance.

Yoongi picks you up just so he can set you aside. You huff out air. Stupid Jelena interrupting your sweet moment. You were so ready to hug him for the rest of the night.

“What do you need, Jelena?” Yoongi speaks without emotion in his voice, carrying his usual public frown on his face.

“I just returned from my research and wanted to share it with you. Did you do that?”

“No”, Yoongi lies perfectly, “this was already like that when we came here. What did you learn?”

“Are you changing the topic?”

Yoongi struts to her in big steps, “no, you’re imagining it.”

“Sure, I am”, she says, shaking her head in disbelief, “you’re cleaning this mess, I am telling you. If Meredith finds out that you destroyed her bookshelf, she’ll kill you.”

“Whatever. What did you learn?”

“Come, I’ll show you.”

“Wait! I’ll come with you” you call out, hurrying to Yoongi’s side. You grab his hand. He gives you a gentle squeeze instantly, pulling you closer to him as if it was instinct.

“You are okay, aren’t you?” Jelena asks, studying Yoongi’s face. She can notice the small glimmers of past tears on his lashes.

“I’m fine now”, he answers her, squeezing your hand again.

Jelena sneaks a glance at you and smiles knowingly.

“That’s good to hear. You know, Hale had a lot to say.”

“Yeah? What did he say?”

Jelena reaches into her bag and pulls out a book, placing it into Yoongi’s hand.

“He gave us one of his spell books as an amplifier.”

“That’s good. It’ll help a lot”, Yoongi says, handing the book back to her, “will he be with us for the locating spell tomorrow?”

“Yes and he’ll bring his husband too.”

“Mhm”, Yoongi glances at Jelena, “I didn’t know that they got married.”

“Yes, five years ago. Luka was the one who asked him.”

“That’s good. They deserve each other”, Yoongi says, drawing a small heart on your hand.

“Are Luke and Hale witches too?”

“Yes, they’ve been practicing magic for two hundred years?” Jelena glances at Yoongi.

“Mhm yeah around that much”, Yoongi says, “they’re experts in locating spells.”

“We’ll use the spell to finally track Namjoon, right?” you ask to which Yoongi nods his head.

“Yeah. Hopefully it’ll work. The updates Hale gave me until now always led to Namjoon having already fled the cities.”

“Yes, but with you here as an anchor we can track him as precisely as possible”, Jelena says.

“Yeah, right”, Yoongi agrees, slowing down his steps as you pass by the dining room. Everyone except for Sophie and Shirley (another witch who joined the coven with Sophie) was missing.

“It’s empty?” you say.

Sophie turns.

“Ah hello there”, she says, “the others are in the sitting room if you need them. The witches left for the market, yes the market. Why are you guys here?”

“I came back from Hale. Yoongi and I wanted to go over his spell book and prepare the ingredients for tomorrow’s locating spell.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful. We’ll join you. Right Shirley?”

“Yes, we’ll join you.”

“We should do it upstairs, Jelena”, Sophie says, “it’s better than staying in the mess outside.”

“What do you mean?” you ask.

“It’s a mess, I am telling you. Jimin is screaming at Taehyung in the garden. Look he even managed to cut both our hands”, she says and shows off the deep cut on her hand. 

Shirley shows off hers as well. They look done by a knife. 

Yoongi lowers his eyes at them, “that’s a precise cut.”

“Indeed”, Sophie agrees, “he had a knife.”

“A knife? Did he?” 

“Yes, yes either way”, Sophie places her hands on Jelena’s shoulders and pushes her gently, “we should do it in your room, it’s better than going outside.”

“Wait”, you say.

The witches and Yoongi look at you. You only look at Yoongi.

“Do you want to go looking for Tae while I talk with the others?” Yoongi asks with understanding in his voice.

You nod your head, “are you okay with that?”

“Of course”, he assures you, caressing the back of your head, “don’t go too far, yeah? I need you to be in ears’ length still”, he steps closer and presses his lips to you ear to whisper, “take this and throw it on the ground when something happens. Do not take your ring off.”

“What?” you whisper so only he can hear you, accepting the small flask of what looks like ash. You clutch it tightly in your hand.

“Don’t step out of the circle, yeah?” Yoongi whispers and straigtens up to look deep into your eyes. You are confused by his words, but don’t dare to ask him for clarification. You know Yoongi. There was a reason why he whispered the last part.  

“Y-yeah, yeah I won’t”, you say. 

“That’s my princess”, he praises and smiles. He gives your cheek a soft caress and steps back, “be careful, love.”

“I will”, you promise him, “I’ll see you later.”

“Mhm yeah.”

And with that you abandon Yoongi and the witches on the staircase, hurrying to the kitchen. You open your palm when you are sure that you are alone. 

“What did he mean by all of that?” you wonder out loud in a murmur, inspecting the flask. It is made of translucent glass, showcasing a black powder. It must be of magical nature. Yoongi told you to throw it on the ground and not to step out of the circle. Does it mean that this powder will form a circle once thrown on the ground? And will it protect you? It must be that. Yoongi only tells you to do certain things if they meant your safety. 

You close your palm and take a deep breath. You have to stay calm. For now, you aren’t in danger. Yoongi would have reacted differently if you were and he wouldn’t have let you run off alone. Whatever he just gave you must be a precaution. Perhaps to you wanting to talk to Taehyung and Jimin. It would make sense why he told you to not take off your ring. 

“Okay, I’m calm. As long as I have this and my ring, I’m fine”, you say and decide to continue your journey. It isn’t far anymore.

You run into someone as you leave for outside. 

“Oh? Oops”, you stumble and look up, “Jimin?”

“Outta my way.”

“Hey”, you stop him by his wrist before he can leave, “where’s Tae?”

“Outside, fountain. Let me go.”

“No. I know what you did to him. You’re not running away now”, you say, pushing him back until he stumbles outside with his back facing the terrace.

“Huh?” he lets out, tilting his head to the side in confusion.

“You’re not gonna fuck him up again and then ditch. Fucking own up to your mistakes”, you spit, pushing him again.

“What the fuck are you saying?”

“Also? The things you said to Yoongi about him only being with me because he’s a Glutton? I need you to apologise for them. You know, just like everyone here, that Yoongi loves me honestly and deeply, so don’t you dare say that again. He does so much, so be fucking grateful”, you say and grip his wrist tightly. You tug him with you, “now follow me. Where is Tae?”

“Fountain, I said so”, Jimin says, stumbling after you, “hey, let go of me. What are you doing?”

“I also want you to clear up the lies you told Tae. You fucking bastard won’t get outta this situation by making me the villain. You messed up, so fucking own up to it. You can’t expect Yoongi to own up to his shit, but then you do nothing to better yourself.”

“You are literally so confusing right now”, Jimin says, stumbling after you.

You ignore him, looking for Taehyung.

“Taehyung?” you call out.

No answer.

“Where are you? Please answer me”, you try again, walking to the fountain.

No answer, just the gurgling of the water.

“Taehy- oh there you are”, you had almost fallen over him as you crossed the corner, “hey, what are you doing here sitting in the dark and on the cold ground?”

He lifts his head, furrowing his brows in confusion.

“What are you doing here?” he asks.

“I heard what Jimin did, so I brought him here to apologise”, you say, gripping the latter by his shoulders and shoving him in front of you.

Taehyung and Jimin exchange a confused look.

“What is she talking about, Mimi?”

“You tell me”, Jimin says.

“Huh?” you poke your head past Jimin’s arm, “stop acting confused. You yelled at Tae, didn’t you?”

“What?” Jimin lets out and snorts.

Taehyung breaks into laughter as well.

You look at them, “why are you laughing?”

“He didn’t yell at me”, Taehyung says, wiping tears from his eyes, “we merely talked and then Jimin left to get some wine.”

“I don’t know who told you that, but we’re good sweetheart”, Jimin says and snickers.

They both do and somehow it annoys you.

“What’s so funny?” you hiss at them, stomping your foot loudly.

Taehyung stops laughing, looking up at you with widened eyes. Jimin still continues, but stops soon after when you slap his arm hard enough that it hurts.

“Ah”, he gasps, rubbing the spot.

“You two piss me off lately”, you spit.

“Me? Why me?” Taehyung gasps.

“Because you’re acting like an idiot.”

“Huh?” Taehyung lets out, widening his eyes further.

“Yeah, you heard me”, you say and slam your hand down on Jimin’s shoulder, “stay. You’re not running away.”

“But-”, Jimin doesn’t get to finish his complaint and you have already forced him to his knees. Jimin falls onto his butt with a low grunt, wobbling so hard he falls into Taehyung’s side. The latter catches him by throwing his arm over his shoulder. They both stare up at you with widened eyes afterwards, looking utterly and truly flabbergasted.

“This is as much your conversation as it is Tae’s. So stay”, you say, “actually you know what? Imma start with you either way. You’re a dick.”

“Thanks.”

“You know damn well that Yoongi’s the only person who can actually save your ass if Namjoon ever finds out you’re alive. I also know that that’s the main reason why you two idiots are still here even if you are too proud to admit it.”

They both lower their eyes.

“Look at me”, you order them and somehow they are so surprised by your harsh tone that they actually follow, “clearly you have your own packages to heal from and I won’t ever invalidate the trauma you had to live through and I genuinely wish for you to heal from it, but I won’t allow you acting like an ass because of it. You are going to apologise to Yoongi and you are finally going to tell Taehyung the truth about what happened at the club.”

Taehyung glances at Jimin.

“Are we clear, Park Jimin?” you spit.

“And if I don’t?”

“Do you wanna find out how I am when I’m actually angry?” you warn, taking a small step closer.

Jimin presses his back against the fountain as inconspicuously as possible.

“It’s alright, darling. I’m not angry that you lied. I understand why you did it”, Taehyung assures you and tries to hold your hand. Your dark eyes flit to him, darkening even more. He gulps, pulling his hand away again.

“You’re a naïve idiot if you really think that I could actually lie like this”, you say, “no. You know what? You piss me off”, you add in a harsher voice, “there. I said it. Ever since Jimin is back you are acting like a literal idiot.”

“Rude”, Jimin says.

“Shut up, it’s not your turn.”

“So can I leave?”

“Does this look like this kind of situation?” you throw back, “I don’t think so. You are leaving when I tell you that you can.”

“Fuck. Fine”, Jimin mumbles, looking to the side.

You look back at Taehyung, who looks both scared and highly impressed by you.

“I know that Jimin is your best friend and I really don’t want to portray him as a complete asshole because I know that he has his reasons for being the way he is, which by the way no excuse”, you add the last part solely for Jimin to hear, sending him a look.

He retorts it with a scoff.

“But you seriously have to stop giving him so much power over you”, you address Taehyung again, “ever since he’s back, you stopped thinking for yourself. And I know I’m sure you just want to impress your best friend because you missed him a lot, but I get the feeling that you are dancing on the border of giving yourself up for him and I can’t allow that to happen, Tae.”

“I kinda feel so attacked right now”, Jimin murmurs.

“Good. This is supposed to hurt, maybe you’ll finally get it together then”, you throw at him and look at Taehyung, “I know that you are confident and that you are proud of your morals and your beliefs. And seeing you give up that part of yourself again is worrying to watch.”

“I’m not giving myself up. Why are you saying this? You are just trying to find a reason to exclude Jimin, aren’t you? That is why you are making this up.”

“No, I’m not. Contrary to popular belief, I don’t want to exclude anyone. I just worry about you. You have to admit that Jimin is playing with you. And that he’s one major asshole.”

“Rude?” Jimin gasps.

“But true”, you say, “sit your ass down”, you say, pushing him back down as he tries to get up. You keep your hand on his shoulder tightly, “you are going to hear what I have to say.”

Your eyes shift to Taehyung. He knows that it’s his turn to speak.

“He isn’t playing me.”

“I truly think that he is. I’m hoping that his intentions for you are of no evil nature, because I can see that you really love him, but I still think that he uses certain tricks to make sure you would always stay with him. And that’s shitty of him to do and it isn’t healthy, Tae. Not one bit.”

“I can literally hear you”, Jimin hisses.

“Good. That’s the fucking point, you walnut”, you throw back, letting go of his shoulder and crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“And now tell me. Which tricks should that be?” Taehyung sounds just slightly angry again.

“When he lied to you about the night at the club for example. He knew that we were fighting and twisted the story so I would look as if I wanted to break you and him apart.”

“Well, what else were you attempting to do?”

“Taehyung”, you spit with honest anger in your voice, “stop doing that. Why would I lie to you like that? Why would I wait days to drop this supposed lie? If I really wanted Jimin gone, I could have told you the moment we left that club bathroom, but I didn’t. I literally threw up because I was so scared of turning into a Glutton and yet, yet you believed his lies. And now you still want to continue to call me a liar?”

Taehyung gawks at you.

“I am hurt”, you finally speak your truth, “you hurt me and I’m tired of glossing this over. You call me a liar and accuse me of manipulating you when you know damn well that you are best friends with the biggest manipulator ever. You push me away over and over again, act like a childish fuckboy with your asshole friends and you almost killed me when we fucked and proceeded to get angry at me when I told you that I don’t want to blood share anymore, reducing me to nothing more than just your blood bag. And yet you deem it unnecessary to show any sort of remorse.”

“But that’s not true! I am remorseful”, he insists, touching his own chest, “it has been eating me up alive and I can barely even look at you without feeling sick in guilt. Please believe me, I didn’t want to turn you into a blood bag or go too far that night and, and I am sorry. Please believe me, my darling.”

“Stop that”, you silence him, “for once I want you to be truthful too. You are always saying all these beautiful poetic words and yet I haven’t seen any actions lately.”

Taehyung closes his mouth.

“You should have apologised once you found out how much you hurt me. I don’t blame you for losing control, because we were both reckless idiots. But to get no apology from you even after you found out how far you went hurts me, but what hurts me most is that you would believe Jimin over me.”

You bite down your tears, because this was not the time to tear up.

“I’m hurt by you, Taehyung. The only reason Jimin, and you for that matter, is still alive is because of me. It’s because I told Yoongi not to kill him. Time and time, I’m the one keeping Yoongi at bay even if sometimes I wanna give him the fucking go. Without me, you guys would both be dead already. I want you to stay with me and I fucking want you to keep your best friend. Do you hear me?”

Taehyung nods his head, avoiding eye contact.

“And it hurts me that you think that lowly of me and that you find it unnecessary to apologise for how you acted lately. And if you are going to continue to behave this way, you are going to lose me. And it’s not going to be because I chose Yoongi, but because you messed it up.”

Taehyung lowers his head. Jimin stares at him then at you.

“And this goes for you too. If you keep acting like such an asshole, you are going to bring me to the point where I won’t stop Yoongi anymore. He can very well kill you for all I care. And it’s going to be because of you, because you kept acting like a fucking cunt even after all the chances we gave you.”

Jimin looks away and touches the side of his neck. He doesn’t say anything, which meant a lot with him.

Silence. It feels suffocating, but you stand your ground. You said what you wanted to say and it’s making you so nervous that you feel sick to the stomach. You don’t let it show. They had to know and while it’s making you sick, you had to finally stand up for yourself.

Taehyung is the one to break the silence.

“I’m sorry”, he says and for the first time in a long time his voice finally sounds honest. He looks into your eyes, “I’m sorry.”

You listen with your eyes racing between his’.

“I don’t want to lose you and I am sorry, but for that to truly sound honest, I have to reevaluate myself, don’t I?” he furrows his brows, “how unfair of me to expect of you to care for me when I haven’t shown you any remorse for what I did. You are right, I should have apologised the second I found out what I had done and yet I was too proud to do so.”

He lowers his eyes.

“I stubbornly went up against Yoongi to defend my pride instead of redeeming myself to the person I actually hurt”, he looks into your eyes, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for hurting you and for calling you a liar and for treating you as if you were my property. You aren’t my property. I don’t owe you, I have the privilege to be with you because you want me to be with you and I don’t want to ruin this.”

He kneels and reaches for your hands. You allow him to hold them.

“You don’t have to believe my words, but I want to do better from now on”, he says, caressing your knuckles, “I won’t ever take your blood again and I will only feed you my own when you ask me to do so or if you are hurt unbearably.”

“Do you mean that?”

“Yes. Yes, I do. From the bottom of my wicked, twisted heart I do.”

You laugh softly, painting a small smile to his lips.

“So please may I have one more chance to fix what I broke?” he asks, resting his forehead on your hands.

“I think”, you begin, “I think I can give you one more chance, but if I realise that all those things you just said are nothing but beautiful, yet empty, words again, I will leave.”

“I know I just…I just…just…”

Taehyung’s eyes roll back then his body goes slack and falls against you.

“Taehyung?” you ask him, “are you alright?”

He doesn’t answer you, lying still against you with all his weight.

“Tae?” panic fills your voice, “Tae?” you try again, cupping his cheek.

What is happening? Did he just pass out?

“Taehyung?” you squad down, gasping loudly when this makes his body slip from you and almost fall to the ground violently.

You catch his head before that can happen, making sure to place it on the stone most carefully.

“Taehyung? Hey, Tae!” you shake him by his shoulders, “what the hell are you doing?”

Nothing.

You check for a pulse first in instinct until you realised and checked for his breath instead. It was so slow that it was almost nonexistent.

“Tae?” you try again, touching his face.

It is ice cold. Despite being filled with warmth just seconds ago, it feels colder than ice now.

“Taehyung? It’s not funny anymore. What are you doing?”

You laugh in fear, shaking him again.

“Please wake up.”

You sneak a glance at Jimin. He is lying on the ground on his side and his legs bend into an unnatural position. As if his body collapsed like a lifeless ragdoll.

“Jimin?” you gasp, turning him around carefully.

His eyes are closed, his skin feels colder than ice.

“Jimin? What the hell? Why, why are you passed out too?” you shake him by his shoulders, “Jimin? Hey! Wake up, you dick!”

You know that it is fruitless. Jimin is just as lifeless as Taehyung.

“Tae?” you try him one last time, but when he doesn’t budge no matter how hard you shake him or how loudly you call his name, you decide to get help.

“Shit”, you press out, “what the hell is happening?”

You have to get to the others, make sure they are okay and ask them for help if they are. Quick! There is no time to spare! You have to run.

“I’ll be back”, you tell them and with wobbly knees you stumble to your feet, running up the path as quickly as the dark night allows you to.

The lights in the sitting room are still burning. Good. That means the others are still inside.

“Guys!” you break through the door. They are still sitting on the sofas, having their head turned away from you, “guys, please help me. Tae and Jimin are passed out and I can’t get them to wake up and I don’t know what-”

You stop, screaming up in shock upon finding your friends just as lifeless as Taehyung and Jimin. Jungkook has fallen off the sofa, now lying on the floor with his drink spilled all over his unmoving chest. Hoseok’s head has fallen against the headrest in an unnatural position and Seokjin’s body is slacking to the side while his eyes are open yet unmoving. Emma has fallen face first on Seokjin’s lap, head turned uncomfortably.

“Seokjin?” you try him as he looked to be the most awake.

You have to realise that this was just an illusion. His skin was just as cold and his breathing was just as miniscule. His eyes were grey, vast of his pupils or irises.

“Holy fuck”, you gasp, “what the hell is that? Seokjin?”

He slacks to the front as a reaction to you trying to lift his head. His glass slips from his fingers and falls on the floor, spilling the liquid all over your feet.

“No”, you stumble back, “nonono what, what’s wrong with you guys?” you press out shakily, “guys, please wake up.”

They stay still. Quiet. Unresponsive. Almost dead.

You turn with panic in your stomach to find the one person who will help. The one person who always knows what to do. The one person who is strong enough to fight everything.

Yoongi.

You have to find Yoongi.

He will help. He will save the others. Once you are with him, everything will be alright again.

“Yoongi!” you scream into the nothingness, “Yoongi, where are you? Please answer me!”

You stumble through every room on the ground floor first, calling out your hero’s name over and over again.

“Please Yoongi, I need you!”

Upstairs. That’s where Jelena’s room is. The stairs are hard to take now that you can barely see in fear.

“Yoongi, where are you!? I need you! The others need you!”

Faster. You have to be faster.

“I need you! Please!”

He appears then. Stumbling out of a room upon hearing your pleading voice.

“Yoongi! Oh Yoongi”, you call out and begin sobbing in pure gratefulness, “oh Yoongi, you are finally here. Please help me, the others are all passed out. Their skin is cold and Seokjin’s eyes are grey. I don’t know what is happening! Please help me!”

Yoongi turns to you, looking at you with big eyes.

“Yoongi, I’m so scared. I don’t know what is happening.”

He stumbles again, lifting his arms as if he wanted to reach for you.

You stop running.

“Yoongi?”

“Run.”

His eyes roll back and his legs lose their strength.

“Yoongi! No!”

You try to catch him with outstretched arms, but too late. He falls to the ground like a lifeless doll, hitting his head on the hardwood floor.

“Yoongi”, you can barely feel how you scrape your knees upon falling to catch him, “Yoongi please”, you beg, lifting his head on top of your lap.

He looks at you with grey eyes. They move as if they have forgotten how to find focus, how to see. Is that it? Is the greyness in them blinding him?

“Yoongi, can you see me?”

“Prin…cess…”

“Yes, Yoongi? Yes?” you ask hopefully.

“Your…mind….”

“What’s with it? Yoongi, please stay with me.”

“…trust…”

His head rolls to the side and his lips part never to be used again. His eyes finally fall closed.

“Yoongi?” you shake him gently, “what’s with my mind? Who should I trust? Yoongi, please answer me”, you beg, cupping his cheeks.

His skin is colder than ice.

“What is happening to you? Oh god, Yoongi please wake up.”

His breathing is stronger than that of the others, but it is still barely there.

“Yoongi, please wake up please. I don’t know what is happening. Please I need you”, you beg, sobbing softly, “I’m so lost without you, please Yoongi please wake up.”

You shake him softly, cup his cheek, wipe your tears falling on his forehead.

“Please wake up”, you whisper.

But Yoongi doesn’t wake up. He has left you in the uncertainty, in your fear and your inability to solve whatever was haunting you.

“Yoongi, oh Yoongi”, you sob, leaning down to kiss his forehead, “please Yoongi help me. Please I don’t know what to do.”

“___?”

You lift your head upon hearing a voice.

“Suzy!” you call out, “oh Suzy please help me. Yoongi. He is passed out and, and I can’t get him to wake up. His skin is so cold. And the others! The others are downstairs, looking just the same!”

Suzy hurries to you and kneels down. She touches Yoongi’s face.

“Oh no”, she murmurs, “oh no so she has truly done it.”

“Done what?”

“Jelena she…oh ___ I have to confess something to you.”

“What? Just tell me, please just save them.”

“There are people in our coven, who hate Yoongi’s kind. Vampires. They despise them and I believe that they activated the device which we created to capture Namjoon.”

“Are you sure? But they are all passed out. How strong is this device?”

“I’m not sure, they must have used something to strengthen it, so that their magic would reach all the vampires.”

“What is happening to them?”

“They are most definitely dying.”

“What?” your heart shatters, “what? no”, your voice barely comes out audible, “please Suzy, you have to stop it. Please.”

“Come with me”, she says and takes your hand, “I will see what I can do.”

“Thank you, oh thank you so very much.”

And so you run, run and run with Suzy by your side. You are still frightened, terribly scared, but there is hope in your heart as well. Suzy is strong. She is wise. She knows what has to be done to safe your family. She will help you.

Suzy guides you over the lawn to the place where you watched them work all those long days in the estate.

“You were right”, you say, “there are lights burning inside.”

“I fear I was”, Suzy says with hurry in her voice, “we have to be fast, I fear that we don’t have much time.”

“Oh Suzy, please tell me that you can fix this.”

“I will try, I promise you.”

The shed is abandoned, but just as Suzy feared, the device was on. It is glowing, screeching menacingly.

“It’s so loud”, you gasp, covering your ears.

“I fear it is almost too much. The magic is too strong. Oh ___ this is worse than I imagined it to be”, she calls out to you in your thoughts for speaking normally was impossible in the screeching noise.

“Worse? What do you mean worse?”

“I fear that it is close to exploding and if that happens, every vampire along this coast is going to die.”

“What? But this is awful. How do we stop it?”

Suzy looks around the shed for a moment. She stops and squats down, picking up something glistening.

She turns to you, carrying a knife between her shaking fingers. The silver blade was covered in blood.

“What’s that?” you ask her, running to her.

“This is not good. Jelena must have used blood magic to active the device.”

“Blood magic?”

“Yes. That is why it is so powerful because Jelena fuelled it with her blood. Her hatred filled blood is running through the machine and giving it its power.”

“This is possible?”

“Yes, as long as the device is fuelled by her blood, as long as Jelena is alive, it will fill with magic until it finally bursts.”

“So Jelena ran to make sure that we wouldn’t put an end to her.”

“Exactly.”

“So how do we stop it?” you ask because you have no knowledge of magic and its working ways.

“By giving it another person’s blood.”

“Another person’s blood?”

“Yes. Someone who was wronged by vampires as well, someone who has to blame vampires for their nightmares, someone deeply hurt by them. Maybe even someone who almost lost their life through the hands of vampires. We need someone with reasons to hate them. Someone who can give the device its fuel, but who will use the power to control it for good reasons.”

“So if someone who had bad experiences with vampires fills the device with blood they can control it?”

“Yes exactly.”

“I could do it. I almost got killed by Namjoon, my nightmares are still filled with the night of it. I have bad memories with vampires.”

“You would do such a thing?”

“Yes”, you grab the knife, “yes if it means that I can save my family and all those innocent vampires living here, I will do it.”

Suzy smiles and lets go of the knife.

“Then act hastily. We don’t have much time.”

You run to the device, biting down the pain in your ears for the sake of saving everyone. You can’t be bothered to care about yourself. Not when so many lives are at stake. Not when you are so close to losing your family.

You lift the knife, connecting the blade with your palm. You just have to cut yourself, let the blood trickle over the device. Just like Jelena did it.

Jelena who moments ago was with Yoongi.

Jelena who so very clearly cares about the wellbeing of your friends.

Jelena who somehow managed to find a lie good enough to convince Yoongi she needed to leave.

Jelena who ran and abandoned the one device which could bring her victory.

Jelena who was intelligent enough to make up such a plan, but then forgot to grab the one thing which could expose her ways.

Jelena who was somewhere else mere moments ago and didn’t pass you as you were talking to Taehyung.

You eye the knife.

Why would she leave the knife behind? She must have known that the others would run for the device the moment your friends began collapsing. She must have known that someone would find it and connect the dots. And why are all the other witches gone as if someone or something was holding them hostage? Why is Suzy the only witch, who escaped this invisible force?

“What are you waiting for? We don’t have time”, Suzy calls out.

“What if it doesn’t work? Why would Jelena drop the knife if she knew you would figure her out?”

“Perhaps she left in a hurry and dropped it on accident.”

You look back at the device. You press the blade closer.

“Yes, cut yourself. Yes just one cut. One drop of blood is all it needs.”

Princess. Your mind. Trust.

Yoongi’s words are whispering to you again.

Princess. Your mind. Trust.

Why did he tell you that? What does it mean?

“Do it! We don’t have much time! Give it your blood!”

Princess…trust…your mind.

That is what he wanted to tell you. You should trust your own mind. Your own thoughts. You should trust in what you are thinking.

“What are you waiting for?” Suzy spits and grips your wrist tightly, “cut your palm already.”

You look at her and the anger in her eyes.

“Are you sure that Jelena activated the device?” you ask her.

“Of course she did, who else should have done it?” he hisses, lifting her hand to grab for the knife.

Your eyes flit to the white bandages around her palm.

“Suzy, your hand. Why is it bandaged?” you gasp.

“That?” she doesn’t even look at it, “I cut myself last night when I was trying to make dinner.”

You know for a fact that she didn’t have those bandages last night. Or all of today. You are also sure that she didn’t have those bandages when she magically disappeared to get more wine, never to return. Sophie and Shirley had the same cuts. And once Yoongi saw them, he made sure to give you this magical ash. 

Princess, trust your mind.

Jelena didn’t activate this device. Suzy did. Her blood is feeding it, her blood is giving it life. You stay silent with your thoughts, knowing that if you didn’t, she would kill you to get to her goal. The knife was still in your hold for now. You still had the upper hand.

Her blood is giving it life, her blood is going to kill your family.

And only her death is going to stop it.

You scream and cut deep.

You cut deep into Suzy’s chest until you feel your fingers touch the bleeding flesh of her dying body and you can feel her last breath swirl over your face.

“You bitch”, she chokes out and falls.

She coughs out blood the moment she hits the ground. The knife was still lodged in her chest. One cough. Two coughs. Three coughs. Blood covers her face. Her body stops spasming. Stiffness. Eyes half rolled back and soaked ruby from the coughed up blood.

The device stops screeching.

Its glow dies down.

“___?” just seconds later you hear your name being called out by Jungkook.

“Holy fuck, what happened?” Hoseok.

“___ are you okay?” Seokjin.

“Fucking hell, so you were right”, Jimin.

“My sweetest, oh my sweetest are you alright?” Taehyung.

You fall into a chest, get arms wrapped around you.

But you barely feel it.

You barely feel anything.

You should feel too much. Joy over saving them, disgust over having blood on your skin, horror over the dead body, shock, anger, heartbreak, shame.

But you feel nothing.

Not one thing.

Nothing.

“Get her out of here. I’ll take care of it”, Yoongi.

He is back.

You saved them all and yet you feel nothing.

[couldawouldashoulda50]

How do you think a nice shower would look like with Willy and Loren? I sometimes imagine a very intimate and sweet moment, but I also see both of them being absolute menace e.g. while they are washing each other’s body, William is particularly concerned about the cleanliness of Loren’s breast if you know what I mean. He just keeps soaping up her chest over and over again and Loren makes a remark about it.

Also, another completely different prompt/idea could be William taking care of Loren. I was rewatching that 32 thoughts interview with Rasmus and how he said if you are in William circle, he will drop what he is doing to help or whatever. Idk what could happen to Loren, but caring William just killllssss me.

I've been thinking about this for days, Nonnie - I'm sorry it's taken me a minute to get back to this.

I had this thought that perhaps the women William had gravitated towards before were all undoubtedly lovely, quite slender and petite. Since Loren has come into his life, however, he is completely obsessed with her curves, her more than ample breasts, and an ass that he loves to affectionately grab onto. William is an exceptionally tactile person in general, so you imagine how much more he is with Loren. He's always smoothing his hand over the length of her thigh right up to the curve of ass cheek whenever the opportunity is there.

But the shower - the shower for William and Loren is for so much more than just a spot to wash up and get clean. It's their little sanctuary totally away from everything. It's where their silly and sexy sides emerge. They talk, compare schedules, maybe gossip a little, make plans - all the while, hands and mouths are roaming. The stream of water almost becomes another set of fingertips caressing their skin. So forgive me with this - I couldn't help it - I had to combine the two thoughts. Maybe not the strongest finish but this turned out way longer than I anticipated 😬 (it's not proofread either - not well anyway)

18+ only below the cut please.

"Fuck me," Loren gritted through her teeth as she stared at the utterly abysmal congestion on the Don Valley Parkway.

She could see her exit—right there in her line of sight—the green Bayview/Bloor sign with the white arrow, pointing the way to William's condo.

She couldn't help but obsessively glance at the clock on the dash of her car.

1:24pm. 1:32pm. 1:39pm.

She's already over two hours past the last update she provided William as he left for practice that morning. It's been an extremely chaotic time for Loren. Staffing shortages at the group home. With her tutoring—constant rescheduling and dealing with no-shows. ’Tis the season for the usual school illnesses that had taken out several of her students.

It's also been four days since she saw William. With November being a rather light month in games scheduled, he occasionally would give Alex his condo to do some entertaining, while he made the trek north with the dogs, and often times with food for Loren. She would almost bowl him over each time he greeted her at the door, showering him with kisses and love.

Four days was a loooong time away from this man, and she pressed her thighs together as she drove along Bloor Street, hitting every red light at every intersection.

By the time Loren finally maneuvers her car into the parking garage of William’s building, it’s 2:17 p.m. "Fuck," she mutters as she gathers her things and some of William's favourite treats and makes her way towards the lobby. She spots Warren at the security desk and hurries towards him. She hands him a separate container of squares she had made for him. Warren’s eyes lit up. "Are these—no way, Loren… I can’t believe you went to the trouble…" Loren grinned. "Warren, these were no trouble—but you’re so worth it if they were. There’s a few kinds in there; let me know which ones you and your girlfriend like, and I’ll give you the recipe next time."

"If there's any left by the time I get home," Warren said sheepishly.

Loren giggled and waved as she scurried down the corridor towards the elevator.

When she finally steps into William’s condo, Pablo and Banksy are quick to run to her. She sets her things down on the floor and kneels down to greet them properly.

She whispers "Where's Dad?" and the dogs lead her down the hall towards the bedroom. Alex must be asleep as well as there is no sign of him.

Stepping through the door, her heart swelled.

There he is.

William is sprawled out on his stomach, the sheets tangled around his waist.  His flawless, muscular back rose and fell with every breath. All she wanted was to crawl into bed next to him and feel him. But she felt grimy, tired, and desperate for a shower.

Careful not to wake him, she quietly strips off her clothes and slips into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

As the steam fills the room, she steps into the large expanse of the shower. There are multiple streams of water from various heads, and she allows the pulsating action knead the tiredness from her muscles. She smiles as she notices William is using the sample of the all natural soap that she got from Chelsea, instead of his usual men's brand.

The sudden movement behind the frosted glass startled Loren slightly. "I'm so sorry - I didn't mean to wake you up," she said softly to the shadow, knowing it was William on the other side.

"Passing by both me and Cowboy Bill without saying "hi"?" William said, stepping into the shower and wrapping his arms around her from behind. "We’re both very excited to see you," he murmured teasingly against the back of her neck.

She leans against his body, laying her head back on his shoulder. As her hands reach behind her to stroke his thighs, his hands moved less innocently from her waist, up along her ribcage, before resting on her breasts, gently caressing and fondling them.

Loren moaned when she felt William's erection beginning to press against her ass. She swayed her hips slightly, rubbing Williams cock against her skin in the process.

Between the extra shifts Loren covered, the lessons she personalized for each of her tutoring students, and all of her other responsibilities, William could see it beginning to wear on her. She needed to relax and he was going to try his best to take care of not just her needs, but her desires too. Unfortunately, with it being game day, he was lacking the time he preferred to worship her body properly. In this case, an hour, give or take, would have to suffice.

William's hands smooth over the expanse of her wet skin. One hand remained cupping her breast while the other gently grazed her Brazilian bareness between her legs.

Plumes of steam swirled in the shower as William softly spoke words of love in her ear, his gentle kisses trailing along the side of Loren’s slender neck. His lips continued to caress her shoulder blades, his stubble adding to the intoxicating sensations.

William grabbed the bar of soap. He was iffy about the scent initially - something with almonds - but as he began to run the softening bar over her skin, his cock began to react. Like really react. Loren felt his hold becoming a little more firm, a groan or two would escape from his mouth as hard-on further pressed against her ass.

"Jesus fuck - you smell so fucking good," William said in low voice, sounding almost guttural.

Loren moaned. "I think this is the pheromone soap... I'll let Chelsea know that it seems to work."

Without a word, he turned Loren towards him, her breasts pressed against his chest as he kissed her hungrily. Loren gasped against his lips as her hands first cupped his face and then threaded her fingers through his hair. Pressing her up against the cold tile wall, he continued to smooth the soapy lather down between her breasts. His palms lingered before his thumbs brushed across each stiff peak with just enough pressure to send jolts of pleasure straight to her core.

William slowly knelt on one knee, his hands splayed across her abdomen as he looked up at her, his blue eyes appearing steely and full of need for her. Her breath caught again as his hands continued to move lower on her body.

From the corner of her eye, Loren caught their reflection in the glass shower door. William’s slicked-back hair looked almost brown under the water, his skin glistening as his toned muscles rippled with every movement. Her own hands slid down to smooth his wet hair, guiding him as his lips found her the top of her slit.

William slowly rose until he was face-to-face with Loren again. They looked at each other with so much affection and love, their wide smiles breaking through between every kiss.

Before Loren could say anything, William shut off the water and grabbed the plush bathrobe from a nearby hook, swiftly wrapping it around Loren. He continued to kiss her fervently as he lead her to his bed, where he gently leaned her back onto the mattress.

"How am I doing so far? Feeling a little better?" William's said, his eyes smiling.

Loren paused, then shook her head "Nej." She then broke out in a smile, saying in Swedish "Not a 'little better'. Amazing. Perfect even."

William helped her slide further up onto the mattress and then slowly opened her robe.

"Mmmmm - good...but I'm not even done yet." William said slyly while he guided her legs open and left a trail of open mouthed kisses. He glanced at the clock. More than enough time - maybe even time for a bonus orgasm for speaking Swedish he thought as he soon was gently tonguing her aching nub.

[dellalyra]

FAMILY FORMATIONS - PART TWELVE

Summary: He’s home. He’s here. Maybe, you can mend the shattered pieces of your lives.

CW: I’m sorry this is so angsts but like so fluffy too?? But angst? Idk it’s a hot mess of emotions. Swearing, loss, grief, grief, grief, like one suggestive sentence.

A/N: do we like voting on what comes next?? I think that’s fun. Anyway - legit kinda proud of this, I’ve written like a million thirsts on how fucking delicious unsealed gojo looks but I was so excited to explore the toll and emotions of the prison realm situation on the FF gang and also show that there is no couple more healthy and solid than Y/N and Satoru. As always, requests open and appreciated x x

MASTERLIST

Recommended Listening:

The Parting Glass - (I like the Hozier version, works well for Y/N and Gojo discussing the losses)

What He Wrote - Laura Marling

Set Fire To The Third Bar - Snow Patrol

The Blower's Daughter - Damien Rice (the turnaround)

I am the AntiChrist to You - NuDeco

Ensemble, Kishi Bashi (the ending)

Yuuji’s voice, calling your name echoes through your head. You had no idea whether the unsealing worked or not. The box, it was gone. So now, you just sat staring at the skyline – trying to comprehend the fact that maybe, he was just gone. The angel – she’d done her part and the world had shook and you hoped that maybe, just maybe, that was a sign that your love was back in the mortal realm.

You waited, and stood, and waited, and watched.

Was this it? Had the world been left on your far too heavy shoulders? All the grief, the panic, the anger, the blood – was all of that yours to carry alone now? You couldn’t. You would fail. Without him, there was no hope. You wouldn’t be able to protect your family, your friends, yourself – at least Akio was out of Japan, but everyone else – you would die to protect them, even though you knew it would be the last thing to do.

The sun was beginning to set, you stood on the balcony of this flat – some stranger’s home, who had been quick to leave Tokyo – and you wished for the warmth of the cottage. The home Gojo and you had bought not long after graduation: with its plush sofas, and art spread around – some Tsumiki’s, some your families. The kitchen where many nights and so many important moments and memories had been made along with every dinner, you, Satoru – eating take out on the first night in your new home. The first night Megumi had asked for seconds a few weeks after they moved in, the table you signed the adoption papers for them, where Kento had told you both he was returning to sorcery, countless wine drunk nights with Shoko, where you and Satoru had told the Fushiguro kids that they were getting a sibling, where Akio had shouted his first word ‘cake!’, where Megumi had told you about his feelings for Itadori. All the kids room, and the spare rooms which had turned into other people’s de facto bedrooms. The master bedroom, nights wrapped up in tangles of limbs and sweat oh such sweet pleasure that everything else faded away or wrapped in blankets and each other's loving arms – whispers of eternity passing with the pillows as witness, falling asleep marvelling at the beauty of the moonlight bouncing off the Snow White hair of the ethereal man who you some got to call your husband splayed across the pillow beside you. You would often trace his features in his sleep, so at peace and restful and so beautiful that you couldn’t help but fall into dreams next to him. Your garden, where you grew everything from seed – peonies, sunflowers, roses, dahlias, lupins, lobelias and sweet pea and wisteria and most fruit and vegetables that you could dream of.

You’ve been holding everything in for so long – 19 days. You can’t falter. Not yet.

Please, ‘toru. Please come home to me.

You’re lost in your memories and hopes that somehow, the unsealing worked, and your beautiful boy will find you and love you and be beside you again – and then you will feel whole. Then, your soul and his will be complete.

The sliding door of the balcony breaks your trance.

“I’ll be in soon, Yuuji. Just enjoying the sunset.”

“Y/N.”

“I’ll find us some food. Leave your jeans out, I’ll mend them later.” You’re listing off the things you need to do because if you just keep going then maybe time will move faster and he will be home. Home with you.

“Y/N. Turn around.”

You slowly do as he asks.

“Hey, Princess.”

The bow clutched tightly in your hand clattered to the ground and you follow soon after, the legs and body that has been holding you steady and shouldering the fear and grief of all of your loved ones, gives way – as your knees buckle and make contact with the hard ground beneath you.

He’s alive, and he’s safe and he’s here.

A sob wracks your body and all that manages to come out of you shaking lips is,

“‘Toru?”

And then your senses are engulfed, and you are home. Strong, steady arms pull you tight against a broad, heaving chest which you feel letting out shaky breaths.

“I – Satoru, fuck, I didn’t know if you’d come back, I thought I’d lost you forever, I didn’t know if it worked I needed to believe – oh god, you’re here., I couldn’t feel you at all, oh my god you’re here and you’re real. ‘Toru. I tried my best and I failed, and everything’s fallen apart and –” your sobs almost made your words unintelligible, but Satoru knew what you were saying and what you meant.

“You’re safe, you did so good. I’m here, my brave, strong girl.” He whispers into your hair.

You pull away and your hands are flying everywhere on his body, checking for injuries and any sign of something wrong but he’s okay, he’s strong and he’s here.

All you can do is grab him by the messy, snowflake white hair and pull him into your face to crash your lips against in a desperate, messy kiss full of unspoken words of love unconditional and reassurance that you both need, and the promise of safety in your reunion.

“Princess, Akio – where is he?” He says, petting your hair. You two would get to the issue of your eldest son in a minute, but the baby – he needed to know where his baby was.

“Safe – I sent him with my mom and uncle and he’s not in Japan. I got him out of the country.” Your words comfort you both, knowing the 18-month-old was safe and sound.

“Akio is safe but ‘toru – you know, don’t you? Megumi – that bastard, he took him. He’s with Ge- Kenjaku.” You stare into his eyes. Your husband was the only one who could fix this mess, but you really were trying to ignore what that meant.

“I know. I’ve seen him. But Y/N, he’s alive. He’s in there and he’s alive. I’ll get our little boy back.” You collapse into him, and him into you.

You realise he’s got no idea about the loss. The grief and the fact that you should be mourning but you don’t have time because everything is falling apart. He needs to know – and he needs to know now and from you, before he realises it or someone says something, he deserves to be told and he deserves it softly because the isolation and suffering he’s endured for 19 days have taken an inevitable toll and he needs you.

You suck in a deep breath and realise everyone else has long left the area. It’s just you both. Steadying yourself, as best as you can, you pull him into you – gripping the sides of his face so you can see that beautiful face.

“Satoru. Before you hear from anyone else – I need you to hear it all from me. Okay?” You say, pressing tearful kisses into his hairline.

“Please Y/N. I need to know; I need to know who we’re fighting for. There’s faces I didn’t see beside Yuuji and Maki and - I’m scared. I’m scared Y/N but please, God, please tell me now.” His voice is filled with despair and vulnerability that only you’ve seen.

“Are you sure?” You ask, pulling him to look in your eyes.

“Please.” He whispers.

“Satoru - it’s, we lost Nanami. He’s gone, Yuuji was there. He died at Shibuya.” Your voice breaks, his closest friend, Akio’s godfather - he’s gone. Only you, Shoko and Gojo were left now.

A sob wracks his body, and he grips your shoulders and leans into your chest, the pain of seeing him like this feels like it might rip open your chest and all you want to do is cry with him but fuck, the list is longer.

“Yaga is dead. Executed. Nobara, she’s alive but… they,” your voice breaks, “they don’t know if she’ll make it. You’ve been branded a traitor, me your accomplice. Mai Zen’in, she’s dead but Maki… she’s slaughtered the Zen’in clan. Alone. Yuuta’s home.” You try to explain the culling games and other events but everything feels like it’s coming out jumbled as you and Satoru just remain, a crumpled mess of limbs on the ground. Shaking, scarred – but together.

After some time of just – grieving and feeling each other’s presence, you convince him to come inside your temporary space and sleep and eat.

Once you’ve both settled, as much as you both can, you call a meeting of your small group. Satoru immediately goes into defence mode when a figure, unknown to him as an ally – enters the room.

“Oh, you’ve come to play, curse? What, tired of being used by Kenjaku, huh?” He sneers, and puzzle pieces click as you whip in front of him as he leans to lunge toward the tall, dark figure beside Yuuji.

“Satoru! Stop!” You say, softly.

And he does.

“This – is Choso. He’s Yuuji’s brother. Geto manipulated him. He’s safe – I trust him. He saved my life.” You grab his shoulders to ground him, knowing that the whirlwind of events was causing a torrent of emotions in him.

Choso nods, still new to the world, having been used like a lamb to the slaughter and having witnessed nothing but bloodshed and destruction since his birth. He reminds you a bit of yourself. Living solely to protect the ones you love, maybe that’s why you were so quick to accept him into your fold. He had quickly become one of your most trusted friends in the group, vowing to you, as the woman who cared for his brother that he would help retrieve your husband and son.

That evening, information was exchanged, plans drawn up, theories explored and through everything, Satoru and you never let go of each other – Akio was far away, but safe, Megumi – trapped by a monster inside his own body, the body of your best friend being used like a marionette with a date written in blood to fight the man you love, Nobara – on death’s door. Kento, gone forever.

But in those hours, hope was born.

Satoru had returned.

He was safe, and alive – and you had each other. All shadows seemed smaller by each other's side.

And now, you both had one shared goal – the most dangerous and potentially costly mission of your lives.

You were going to get your little boy back, together.

That night, in his darkest abyss, a shivering, broken boy heard and saw something.

He had no idea how, but he knew it was real.

Two clasped hands, golden rings shining, one hand smaller and the outlines of a vine tattoo tracing the wrist and one hand larger, pale with slender fingers clasping the smaller fingers.

‘Mom, dad?’ His weakened voice whispered into the vision.

‘We’re coming, kid.’ Satoru Gojo, his dad.

‘We’ve got you, ‘gumi.’ Y/N, his mom.

They were coming for him, together.

TAGLIST: @vesta-ro @lilithlunas @mialexandruh @sassy-cat-in-town @madam-ri @cjm-cookiethief

[wishchip106]

watching dark pheonix rn live commentary

charles hair looks wacky af girl get a fringe cover the forehead or something

he’s signing the adoption papers thats his daughter 😿

it said it was 1975 this does NOT look like the same school from dofp 🤨

WHERE DID ALL THE TREES GO???

ok now we’re in space huzzah 1992

uh oh the rocket broken

HE’S BALD

he got the president on speed dial damn

RAVEN WHAT IS THAT HAIR COLOR fuckass bob

no one getting that basketball back damn

nyoom

charles really needs to get side rails in cerebro other people go in there too they gonna fall off

he connected to nasa

yikes ominous space dust ☹️

raven is literally the leader of the x-men

ITS THAT WOMANS FAULT FOR MENTIONING THE CAPTAIN

how tf is jean breathing??? 🤨

that blast should’ve killed BUT ALSO HOW IS SHE CASUALLY FLOATING IN SPACE??

that part of the pheonix force or something?

the xmen got fans thats crazy 🤨

charles keeps canceling classes does anyone actually learn in this school?

RAVEN UR THE ONE WHO STARTED THE XMEN

“i actually can’t remember the last time you were risking something” saying that to the man who is bald and in a wheelchair???

idk whether this is bias or not but honestly charles doing stuff with the press and getting people to like mutants and the xmen is a good thing???

i get raven is upset about risking their lives and such but its honestly that or being persecuted and hunted down daily 🤨🤨

pissing me off

dinner party wowie

intro to the most forgettable xmen villian ever

fucking tree aliens what the flip

oh damn his chest constricted

dazzler!!! 🤯🤯🤯

jean thirsty damn

why is raven hiding still i thought mutant and proud meant something

raven if ur upset go to genosha or something

charles is besties with the president lol

jean needs to get a new skincare routine her skin cracking

charles dad senses starting tingling (despite being a shitty dad 👀)

does no one else get that if charles didn’t put shields in place in jeans mind a lot more people would be dead??? like obviously he could have slowly taken them down over time but still 🤨

one of the writers might have beef with charles

jean going after her deadbeat dad but she doesn’t know that

they planning to manipulate her

yikes flashbang

how tf jean get there so fast

knock knock its me ur estranged daughter

bro does not look happy to see her

raven clearly has beef with charles

this a “lets all blame charles” movie

struggling forreal i’m defending him every five minutes

jean realizing her dads a deadbeat blaming her for her moms death damn

if he had to pick between saving his wife or jean he would pick his wife

charles wearing his ex’s clothes 🤨

scott being like “i love you pookie dont leave me 🥺”

the girls fighting

raven being the one who steps up

ah shit she dead ☹️

jean really flew outta there

sad moment r.i.p raven

hank is angry

“is it true? jean killed her? 🤓” BRO SHE JUST DIED SHOW SOME RESPECT

girl going straight to the alcohol, some habits dont die

“its your fault she’s dead” BITCH THAT WAS HIS SISTER

you cant expect charles to admit when he’s wrong thats what he and his ex-husband have in common

“no civilians past this-“ ”fbi” “oh okay” can anyone just do that? walk up to a crime scene and say you’re fbi

bro killed him

GENOSHA

jean going to her stepdads house

ERIK HELLO

bro why he fly like that 🧍

did he really make his furniture really low down 🤨

waiting for his husband

wouldve been better if he had white hair 😔

damn military

jean in a killing mood

magneto saving human lives 🤨 never thought i’d see the day

bro looks so stupid oh damn he was flung

“i am protecting them, from you” DAMN no one wants to help her

the president revoked his bestie privileges after one incident

charles struggling

girl are you drinking age 🤨 i sure hope so i’m a rule follower

yes who are you jean

OH DAMN DIDNT NEED TO GO THERE

heheh charles sleepin

biggass binoculars

“what? no charles?” girl i think ur a tad bit obsessed

he yaps about him to anyone who listens

his bestie dead oh no 🙁 give him a sec

welp time to kill her that’s totally what raven would’ve wanted

damn those aliens got a nice place what the heck

woahh space and shit oh wow the milky way

the aliens were lurking

she is special yeah

she lying girl don’t listen she gonna kill you (although that wont really stop you)

whats this bald lady’s name?

i wanna see all the other stuff erik keeps in that box

i can see charles actually descending into depression this is crazy

lol they all putting him in place give him a break 😢

boutta reconnect with my ex wish me luck 🤩

erik trying to act cool in front of his friends

woah f bomb

charles im gonna kill ur daughter sorry not sorry 😁

hair whip

“ur not the only one who can control minds 😏”

girl this is the worlds most powerful telepath maybe think about this for a second

the girls fighting again

bitch pulled a train out of the ground tf did you need that for???

making a grand entrance

damn getting his skull crushed like the first people he ever killed

he got throw out the window ☹️

yeah girl thats ur dad

NAH WHY DID THEY DO THIS

MAKING THE DISABLED MAN WALK WTF

that alien really got her claws in her

yes please see that charles still loves you (AS A DAD)

thats her dad 😿

i hate this alien ur ruining the moment

no don’t give it to her ☹️☹️

scott to the rescue

THEY TAKING THE XMEN TO THE POUND DAMN

oh damn charles admitted he was wrong good job

maybe bring these guys to therapy or something

erik thats ur stepdaughter chill

the aliens have hijacked the train 🙁

once again humans being stupid

he clearly just healed from those bullets why are you still shooting

hell yeah train fight scene

LMAO SHE JUST DIED

anyway moving on 😁

kurt’s angry now

WHAT WAS THAT EVIL GRIN

honestly feel like charles could do a lot more

yay magneto being cool as fuck

okay all the lackeys were defeated onto the main boss

oh damn storm got blasted

“you wanted her dead” “i had a change of heart” bro never decides whether or not to be evil

dad-daughter moment

at least they’re all still on the train

“i know what you did, you did out of love” THANK YOU JEAN

hell yeah marvel girl

we nearly at the end guys 🤯 (talking to myself)

damn she disintegrating all of them thats cool

she got stabbed ☹️

nvm she good

final boss moment

cgi hair battle which one looks more like its underwater

oh no don’t disintegrare ur bf

go to space you’ll be fine girly

lots of cgi going on

she died 😔

its fine she come back

thats a cool looking bird

you’ll be fine scott she does this from time to time

girl lost his sister AND his daughter someone check up on charles

bro completely erasing charles legacy damn 😔

its time for the gay people 😁

gonna appreciate this scene hold on

god these guys are so gay

bro staring at him with love in his eyes

IM SICK OF THEM RAAHH

love you cherik

and thats the movie

my dad told me the aliens were supposed to be skrulls but since captain marvel came out earlier in the year so they had to change it lmao

anyway go home the movies finished

[sammywolfgirl]

Fuck it ok black sugar swan thoughts for my au thing

So little context beforehand: sugar swan is millennial trees wife (and this considers wind archer her kid though idk at the moment if she was involved in his creation, it’s a solid maybe atm) and is sort of like in contrast to Millie being a being of all magic Swan is a bringer of life, herald of the seasons, life, blooms, all that’s needed for something to grow.

Currently the dessert paradise guardian test whatever event story wise goes as it does in the game, if I do tweak anything it’s just the sugar swan lore and maybe a comment about how the bird of paradise cookies aren’t the same as the Aether Heart’s guardian harpy. Or other harpy cookies idk.

Anyways

Plot wise- currently I don’t think I’m changing much for the black sugar swan event. Other than maybe wind archers involvement. My au does go kingdom first lore wise so if this happens while he’s in beast yeast he’s not going to be able to help. Idk who would take his place if that’s the case, just someone who can also sense the vibes are off and is trusted to help like the cookiemals trust wind archer. Idk if you made me choose right now I’d uhhh either say maybe a Aether heart harpy because I can see those birds knowing the wind god, they get around, or maybe a super epic Proto elemental equivalent for wind archer (like sherbet to frost queen or stardust to moonlight) but unless the game releases one later I’d have to make an oc most likely and I do not got the worms for that.

Anyways onto black sugar swan. What is she in this context?

She’s the other side of the coin to sugar swan.

Yes she’s going to guard the dessert paradise while sugar swan is away, but if sugar swan is a bringer of life, black sugar swan is a bringer/herald of death.

Here’s what I’m thinking. Black sugar duck kinda did an ascension when she stole the eternal sweetness, and even when giving up its power ans returning it you can’t just un ascend. So this is a thing I’m tweaking from the plot. I’m adding a few days for black sugar duck to recover, and in that time sugar swan sorta has her somewhat indisposed since the duck was asking for penance but sugar swan is a merciful queen and went “for your penance you gotta stay in bed and heal” whipped cream still visits because that’s his bestie (who he may or may not kiss idk I’m incredibly neutral on that ship)

Anyways it’s during that time that sugar swan both keeps an eye on things to make sure the balance isn’t all out of wack, and think on black sugar duck’s words. Even if she has a duty, she is leaving the paradise on its own for a lot of the year. She was able to return now but had she never found out things could have gone really bad.

It needs a more permanent guardian.

So uh few days later here’s what she returns with to offer. For Black sugar duck to become a new guardian of the dessert paradise. She’s already got the magic in her form to become a legendary proper, with a little nudging from sugar swan’s own magic black sugar duck gains access to her black swan form again and whoop Boop sugar swan has her official counterpart.

Also she kinda just goes ‘you’re my sister now’ and everyone just has to deal with it lmAO.

I do think she hangs around a bit longer, mostly for millie to show uo and also make sure balance is okay and all that. There’s already a beast situation we don’t need his wife to get hurt too. But he hears about what’s going on, checks on black sugar swan (who’s maybe still a bit of a diva but is less egotistical about it? Whipped cream is helping) and after giving a slight warning not to do that again, is more than happy to accept the new guardian of balance.

He probably gives her like the lore lecture tm and black sugar swan is like “oh fuck what did I sign up for” but it’s fiiiiiiiiine

Uhhh anyways so yeah black sugar swan is the destruction/decay to sugar swans creation/life. Though she can still make those black roses, her magic is more offensive where sugar swan’s is support.

Uh honorable mention to the idea of whipped cream dating black sugar swan, I’m unsure if that’s a thing but on paper it’s really funny to me because I do canonically have whipped cream as dark choco’s ex. (Whipped cream might be someone who’s got a semi immortality thing going on? Idk being blessed by the sugar swan might just give you a super long lifespan idk) and I just think the idea that his type are edgelords is so good. Good for him

[ell0ra-br3kk3r-writes]

Movies

pairing: james potter x fem!reader

genre: angsttt

el's thoughts: okayyy it's here! thank you to @masivechaos for pretty much most of the ideas for this superache... event? idk what this is but it's somethin'

“What do you mean she has been calling you?”

James didn’t answer, he couldn’t look Y/N in the eyes. 

“That’s why you constantly get out of bed to answer the phone, isn’t it?” Y/N sunk into the armchair across from her boyfriend.

No matter how hard her mind tried to fight the thoughts in her mind she couldn’t. She couldn’t ignore the obvious signs of him slipping away from her. Going the whole week without talking. James excused himself to take random phone calls. The fake smiles and lies he told their friends. She was naive to think he was just going through a phase. Of course, he still loved Lily, they were the it couple in Hogwarts. No matter how hard she tried to ignore it, Y/N was always in Lily’s shadow. 

“You promised me she meant nothing to you anymore… Was everything you said to me a lie?”

“Y/N no- I meant what I said back then.”

“Back then… Do you mean it now?”

Her breathing became ragged as she overanalyzed all the times he held her. 

All the times he swung her around and kissed her softly. All the times he whispered sweet nothings in her ear from behind. Maybe it was all in her head. Maybe he was playing her from the very beginning but she wanted him so badly… His love blinded her. It was the type of love they watched in the movies, that should’ve been the first sign. No love should ever be that perfect to be real. Movies are fictional and exaggerated for attention, it’s not meant to be real. 

“Y/N. You did nothing wrong… It was all me.”

She threw him a sharp glare, “I know it was you! I knew it was you. I shouldn’t have turned a blind eye, I didn’t deserve that. I don’t deserve this…” She sighed loudly, emptying her lungs the best she could. “Maybe… Maybe it was love at first, but I can’t pretend that will ever come back. I’m not an idiot, James. We’re not in a movie, this isn’t the part where you try to explain yourself with some dumb excuse and I just fall in love all over again. This isn’t even the part where we agree to still be friends, do you know how hard that’ll be for me?”

James ran his hands through his hair in distress, “Do you know how hard it will be for me to lose you? Y/N, you’re everything to me!”

“Well you sure had a way of showing it, didn’t you?”

He watched her with tears and regret in his eyes. He knew what he did and he knew he shouldn’t have but he did it anyway. Even if he tried to explain himself… Any excuse he could think of was just pathetic. 

~

She took a deep breath in through her nose as she unpacked the last box. “New place, fresh start.” Y/N knew they wouldn’t be able to save their movie type love. Not that she wanted to after all. She moved on rather quickly and part of her was upset over the fact. Just another sign that she didn’t feel as strongly for him as she thought she did. But no matter how angry she was with Jame Potter, she had to thank him for giving her a small moment of love that could only be found in movies.

Laughter echoed through the kitchen as James hummed, his arms around the giggling girl, swaying them back and forth. He spun her around every so offten and smiled when another peel of laughter fell from her lips. He slowed their swaying and placed his lips against her hairline. Her arms wrapped around his waist as he pulled her closer by her shoulders. “I love you.” His lips moved against her skin, lies being spoken directly to her head but she thought nothing of it. She only smiled softly and murmured back, “I love you.”

~*~

event taglist: @masivechaos @the-marauders-world @romanticvampire @innerloverpainter