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yyxgin · 4 years ago

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YOUR EYES TELL

"A future without you is a world without colour"

jungkook x fem!reader ; coming of age/angst

↪ summary: In your world, everyone is born color-blind. But as you find love, the world starts to get more and more colorful.

words: 7.5 k

warnings: swearing, a panick attack, character death

A/N: inspired by a tiktok about Felix I saw the other day lmao. Hope ya'll like this :~)

Little Jeon Jungkook was just nine when he shocked the entire classroom with a random fact about himself.

Everyone looked at him in awe when he told the teacher that his favorite color is red, even though it's the only color he can see by now.

"What do you mean that your favorite color is red, Kookie? Can you see red?" asked the teacher with a confused look on her face, but voice still careful enough not to hurt the poor boy.

"Of course! You have a red blouse on today. And apples are red! Well, over time. They are grey, but when september comes, they turn red," grinned Jungkook and shaked a little in his seat, perhaps from excitement mixed with a sudden wave of shyness that hit him when all eyes of the children were on him, "and y/n's sneakers are also red." he mumbled and looked at your feet under the table.

"That is… awesome, Kookie. I'm so glad!" smiled the teacher.

Back then, you were in awe from your best friend. You've never seen a single color in your life before. Your mum told you just what color of clothing you were wearing each day and you asked her to explain every single color of the rainbow to you, but you could never really understand. That didn't stop you from asking her, though.

Now you know why the teacher was so shocked. Jeon Jungkook was just nine when he saw his first color. People usually didn't see colors up until they are adults, or even later on in life.

People in your world are born color-blind. You live your life in black and white every day, feeling monotone and numb from everything that's going on. You go to school every day and you learn about the aspects of the world without really seeing them in full beauty. You get dressed every day without knowing how it really looked like. Sad days felt even sadder to those who still lived their life as color-blind.

When do you start seeing colors, you may ask? It's when you start falling in love. Some may not even notice it, because it comes slowly and naturally. Some start seeing a few colors at once, some only one and nothing for a long, long time. Some people start off with less-saturated colors that turn more vibrant as their love intensifies and some just start seeing the colors in their full beauty from the start. It varies from person to person. It was amazing, really.

But what was unbelieveable at little Jeon Jungkook seeing red at just the age of nine is that, he was a child.

Little Jeon Jungkook was just nine when his heart was already full of love.

You were fifteen when you layed on the grass in your back yard with your mum.

You asked her again about the color of the sky, the desire of finally finding your true love so big you could combust.

You didn't understand her when she told you about the saturation and the hue of the color blue that was right in front of your eyes. Of course you didn't. You were fifteen and still color-blind.

"When did you start seeing colors, mum?" you ask her and look at her with pure interest written in your irises, which color you're only about to see.

"When I met your dad, of course." she answered. It was beautiful to see the love her eyes still held for the man. You admired the simple emotion.

"How old were you?"

She took a quick moment to count the years in her head before responding a simple number. "Nineteen."

You looked at her in surprise. "Wow. That is so young." you beamed.

"Yes. But the thing is, it could happen even sooner."

You furrowed your brows at her in confusion. "How?"

"Well, it's also about if you really realise you're falling in love. Sure, you can see a few colors a few times some times, but they quickly turn grey in your memory if you don't embrace the feeling in your heart. If you sub-conciously deny the feeling, you deny the colors." she explained and your face scrunched up into even a bigger confusion, urging your mother to explain more.

"Yes, it's about falling in love. And you can't stop that. But the more you embrace it, the quicker the colors come. For example, I could be falling in love without even realising it. That happens. But you start seeing the colors only when you do." she talked more and you listened to her with pure interest.

"That means you didn't realise you were in love with dad for a while?" you asked, referencing to her previous point.

"Yeah. I didn't like him very much at first. Or at least I thought so," she giggled, "but after a while, I started seeing soft shades of color whenever he was around and that's when I really knew."

You turned to look at the grey sky again, frowning. "That sucks. What if I never realise I'm falling for someone? Will I be stuck with black, white and greys forever?"

Your mum laughed next to you, quick to bring you the comfort you need. She grabbed your hand and gently squeezed it in reassurance before speaking to you again. "Don't worry, honey. When time comes, you will fall for someone and your world will turn upside down."

No longer so little Jeon Jungkook started seeing the color blue just at the sheer age of seventeen. You know this, because he's told you just at the moment it happened.

You were at your school dance. It was your first time attending. You were already a sophmore in high school and even tough you had yet so much to learn from life, you felt so mature, swinging ever so gracefuly in your long dress to the rythm of the music ringing in the school auditorium.

Your best friend was your date. He asked you the day the dance was announced, excitement shining all through his handsome face.

"I thought you'd want someone else to go with you," you said, sceptical about his decision.

The little nine year old Jeon Jungkook who could see the color red grew into a handsome teenager. You swore some of your classmates started seeing color just because of your best friend, and you wouldn't blame them - he had the manners of a prince, treating women like a true gentleman would, showing only his sweetest side to the world. I mean, you would know, you've known him for your whole life.

So the thought of seventeen year old boy Jeon Jungkook wanting to spend his first high school dance with his best friend that yet had to go through her glow-up was a little unbelieveable in your eyes.

"Why?" you still remember the way he furrowed his brows at your remark, looking like a lost puppy.

"Well, any of these girls would go with you if you just asked them…" you pointed out, trying to enlighten the poor boy.

"Do you not wanna go with me?" his face fell down a little and when your heart physically feelt like someone squeezed it with full force. You mentally told yourself that it wouldn't hurt if Jungkook spent his first dance with you, because you'd like it too, after all.

"No, I do, really. I just didn't think you'd want to go with me." you chuckled.

Nobody else would want to go with you. You were sure of that. In your eyes, you haven't really blossomed into a beautiful girl yet, with braces on your upper teeth and boobs that yet had to grow into their full potential. Maybe Jungkook wanted to go with you out of pity, or out of obligation to your parents, because they were a big part of his growing up as well.

"Why wouldn't I? You're my best friend, I want to spend that day with you." his reasoning sounded sweet, yes, but in your ears, it only made you believe that what you thought was true.

Nonetheless, you smiled at him and nodded, searching for that excitement you felt just a while ago and answered him with the most joy you could. "Okay."

Searching for the dress wasn't that fun. You were still color-blind, so the color did not really matter for you. You were quite envious of Jungkook for seeing the color red since he was nine, because that would be enough for you, truly. It meant you could see the apples turn ripe, you could see the color of some of the fireworks on New Year's Eve, the way people would blush cutely in embarrasement. It would be enough for you even when choosing a dress, because you were sure that if you saw even one hint of a color, you'd choose a dress in that variation. But you saw nothing but a million shades of gray as you walked through the aisles of the clothing store.

You chose a dress on its siluette that time. You felt like a princess wearing it. What a shame you did not even know the exact shade of your hair that was braided into a stylish crown.

It happened on the last dance of the night. Jungkook swore to get you home by midnight and you were actually fine with it, because you've spent the night with him only, due to the fact that you did not have many friends. You were getting a little tired from dancing the whole evening and being up since the early hours after a short time of sleep you got due to the fact that you were just too excited to fall asleep the night before.

The song was slow and you felt the hands of your best friend hold you tighter, hugging you around the waist. It felt good. You always felt good in his arms. He was your best friend and you could not imagine a person you'd feel safer with.

"Thank you for tonight, Kook." you mumbled and put your head on his shoulder, eyes droopy and hazy. You felt like you could fall asleep any second in his hold when his excited voice woke you up.

"Your dress is blue!" he cheered, making you snap your head off his shoulder and looking him in the eyes in confusion.

"Yes, I told you that weeks ago, when my mum told me. You said that your mum helped to match the color of your tie," you pointed, voice a little croaky from screaming into his ear over the music the whole night.

"I know, but I see it now! I swear!" he beamed, eyes roaming all over your body, taking in the color, hue and vibrance of it all.

"What?"

"It's beautiful, y/n. It's blue. You look so good in blue." he said, biting on his lip.

You swore your best friend has never looked so beautiful before, with eyes shimmering in the light in excitement and pure joy, lips tugged into a big bunny smile.

You smiled a him back, squeezing his shoulders in return. "That's awesome!"

But even after that, you still felt something small pointing inside of your heart, making your eyes water a little and smile fall just the slightest bit, because

Jeon Jungkook is falling in love and he can now see the color of the sky.

You were just at the sheer age of eighteen when you saw your grandma cry for the first time.

It was hard to see her through your already teary eyes, but her sobs echoed through your head like knives that were slowly, but surely cutting all the way through your heart.

You were sitting in the plastic hospital chair, looking at the grey wall right in front of you. You swore the day felt even more faded than it already was, the fear in your heart clenching your insides, making you feel like you could vomit every second.

Suddenly, the loud sound of a violet sob cut through the air, making you snap your head to look at your grandma sitting next to you.

"What is happening? Are you okay?" you asked, suddely up on your feet and crouching down to look into the face of your grandma with her head down.

She didn't respond as she tried to catch her breath. "Grandma, talk to me. What is going on?" you insisted and held her hands in your shaky ones, desperately trying to understand the situation.

"I can't see colors anymore." she cried out and the noise was so hurtful you swore you were going to hear it in your biggest nightmares. You stopped holding her hands, bringing them up to cup your own face to ground yourself.

Because that was it. It's the end. There was no need for you to sit in the uncomfy hospital chair, because there was nothing left for anyone to do. It was over.

When the doctor came into the waiting room with a saddened expression on his always so professional face, there was nothing left for him to say, because you both already knew.

"I'm so sorry, Mrs y/g/s." he said nonthless, but perhaps he already knew that these words couldn't ease the pain you both felt at the time.

The doctor couldn't save your grandpa. He was gone. And your grandma knew, because her world was colorless again. She was left without her love on this world. It was quite poetic, really. Your world turned into grayscale as soon as your true love died, as if the world couldn't be beautiful anymore because the love of your life wasn’t there with you to live it.

You heard quickened footsteps reaching the waiting room as your parents and a familiar figure ran up to you and your grandma, anxious expressions on all of their faces.

You were just eighteen when you swore you never wanted to see colors ever in your life in fear of losing them some time. You were fine without them, if it meant you had nothing to lose.

You were eighteen when the arms of your best friend enclosed around you to shield you from everything, trying to take all your pain away as he whispered into your ear.

"It's going to be okay. I'm here."

Jeon Jungkook has been with you through all stages of your growing up. He was there when you lost your first tooth, when you fell and scratched your knee while playing catch with him on sunny afternoons, he was there even when you've gotten your first period and cried to your mother about it.

It only made sense for the two of you to become roommates at the age of twenty-one after getting into college. It did not surprise you that the both of you chose the same school, you two were kind of connected, after all.

And so here you are, laying on your couch in your two-bedroom small apartment, watching the TV with your beloved best friend. The scene was kind of domestic, if you really think about it. Just the two of you beside each other watching whatever tv show was playing in the TV to spend time definetly more productively than studying or doing your school work.

"I still can't believe that Mickey's trousers are red." you huff, pointing to the Disney classic going in your TV.

"What esle would they be?" laughs Jungkook in disbelief.

"I think you're lying to me," you playfully furrow your brows, "I always imagined them to be like.. green or something." you mumble.

"Green? Ew," he giggles, "besides, how could you imagine a color that you can't even see?"

"Well, I just have this feeling." you point out and giggle a little in return, realising the full volume of your words. You must sound truly ridicilous.

"You'll see when you begin to see colors. Green would really look horrible. Red is just right." he chuckles.

"Yeah, like that will ever happen." you scoff at him, earning a confused look from your best friend that kind of looks almost offended at the same time.

You glare at him and sigh. "Kook, we've talked about this. I don't want love. I'm fine as I am."

He rolls his eyes at you, scoffing. "You don't know what you're missing."

In attempt to change the topic, you quickly asked him a question that was, in your opinion, kind of spicy. "Who are you even in love with, though? Since you see some colors and shit."

He looks away from you, focusing back on the TV again. "I dunno."

His unbothered expression was truly getting on your nerves. "Yeah, sure. I bet it's Jieun, she's always been around since you saw the color red in elementary school." you chuckle.

His expression changes, his eyes once again rolling at your antics. "If you really say so." he mumbles.

"Don't even try to hide it, I've known you since, pretty much, always. She sat in front of us in elementary school and you never seemed to look away from her. Besides, she even goes to the same college as us. I don't know any other girl you've known since nine." you explain and watch him chewing on his bottom lip, the sign of him being irritated with you. But you don't really care. Just because you were fine without seeing colors did not mean you were fine with giving up on teasing your closest friends just because they do.

"Shut up."

Yeah. You got him.

You sigh again, finally getting back to watching the stupid cartoon replaying in the TV. What would it feel like watching it with color?

You quickly shut yourself in your mind. No, y/n. You don't care. You don't want to see colors.

You are currently sitting in a booth in a diner, a group of young adults surrounding your bored figure. You desperately try to engage in the conversation, but you just couldn't bring yourself to enjoy the company you currently have.

Jungkook is sitting opposite of you, Jieun right next to him, making heart eyes at him. Yes, she definetly does see color, you think. You are sure of that. Next to you, there is a tall boy from Jungkook's film class, Kim Taehyung. The rest of your group consists of Jimin, being a best friend of the boy sitting next to you, Hoseok from your english class and Yeri, perhaps the only girl friend you have.

Don't get me wrong, you love these people. But sometimes, you tend to feel a little left out.

Jungkook is talking to Jieun. They seem to be really engaged into their conversation, their shared classes being a connecting point for the two. Jimin, Hoseok and Yeri are talking as well, but you don't bother to even listen to the topic of their interest. And then there's you, awkwardly sitting next to a boy you've just met moments before, bearing the occasional looks from your best friend that are, as you interpret, urging you to talk to Taehyung and get to know him better. He really never shuts up about you needing to engage with people more, because he still has his mind set on making you finally see colors.

"Wanna go somewhere else?" you hear a deep voice next to you ask, making you snap back into reality.

"What?" you furrow your brows, looking him into eyes.

"You don't seem to feel comfortable here, so I was just thinking if you wanted to leave or something." he cleared up and you moved your eyes back to the table in front of you.

"Oh."

"We could go to the park, it's quiet there. Or I can walk you home, if that's where you wanna go." he says and you think about it a little. You look around the group surrounding you and realise that you really have no intention to fully try to enjoy the time with them today.

"Sure. Fine." you sigh and stand up, swiping away the non-existent dust on your trousers.

"Okay." he says before saying goodbye to your friends and leading you out of the building so you can finally calm down the headache that was starting to form upon hearing all the noise.

You quietly leave the diner with the feeling of all eyes on you as you made your way to the nearest park.

"Wow, I've been told I'm a social butterfly, but meeting you, I really don't know how to start up a conversation," says Taehyung and scratches the back of his neck.

You softly laugh at his remark. "I'm not the best at making friends."

"Why is that?" he asks with curiosity.

"I don't know. I've never really had that many friends growing up and college is not making it any better," you chuckle and look around the park.

It's fall, just the start of your first semester in college. You know just a few people in your class and a few of Jungkook's classmates, but that is all. You never really had the need for many friends. Jungkook was enough for you. He was always there for you, he was all you needed. You never even attempted to make more friends before.

"Aah, I see. Well, we could be friends." he smiles, looking ever so attractive in your eyes.

"Yeah, we'll see, we'll see." you tease him as you walk through the park.

Kim Taehyung is an interesting person and you've learned that just the moment he came into your life. The night was filled with laughter and you quickly found yourself feeling content and happy with him. It felt natural, being with him.

"You know what, maybe you are a social butterfly after all." you tell him just before saying goodbye after he walked you home.

"Do you see any colors yet?" asks Jungkook the next morning when the both of you are eating dry cereal straight from the box for breakfast.

"What? Of course not," you scoff, "why would you think that?"

"Well, you left with Taehyung last night and you seemed pretty happy when I came home later." he shrugs and moves to look to the box of cereal in a meaningless manner.

"Do you really think he is the love of my life? Please." you laugh out loud just at the thought.

Yes, Kim Taehyung certainly was attractive as hell, but no sparks went flying between the two of you. You didn't see him in that light. Maybe it was because of the promise you made to yourself three years ago, but that did not change anything. You were not falling in love with Kim Taehyung, or anyone, ever.

"He is a good guy, you know…" mumbles Jungkook.

"Okay, and? My vision is still in gray scale Kookie, and it will stay that way." you deadpan and stand up from your seat to go and change into your clothes so you can leave for school.

"I'll remind you of this statement when you finally start seeing color one day." he chuckles and follows you through the hallway into his own room to change from his rusty sweatpants into something more presentable.

Kim Taehyung is right next to you as soon as you reach the school grounds. "Did you sleep well?"

You look at him in confusion before answering his sudden question. "Yeah. Did you?"

"Just peachy." he nods and smiles like a little ray of sunshine.

Jungkook glares at him from the place to the right from you. "Are you not gonna ask me how I slept?"

"No, not really." laughs the other boy, teasing him.

"Okay, you two, I'm gonna head to the english class, I'll see you at lunch?" you point to your best friend, questioning him, but the answer comes from the boy next to him, making you furrow your brows once more.

"Yeah!"

He pretty sure just invited himself to come. Well, he wasn't called a social butterfly for nothing, am I right?

You meet Yeri in your english class and sit next to her, as always. It was good to have at least one girl at your side to gossip about all the boys in your class with. Nothing like a good girl to girl conversation.

"Boys are weird." you grunt instead of greeting, making her look at you in pure confusion.

"Yeah. Any reason in particular?" she asks.

You think of answering for a while, but decide not to mess her head with your confusion. Were you and Taehyung friends from now? It was always just you and Jungkook sitting together at lunch. It made you feel somewhat secure in the mass of unknown people surrounding you in the cafeteria.

"Hmmm, no." you mumble and start to focus on your lecture.

"Are you having lunch now?" asks Yeri after the class and you look at her with big eyes.

"Yeah. I'm eating with Jungkook and Taehyung." you enlighten her and try to rush so you don't keep them waiting, but your classmate stops you as she pretty much invites herself to join you as well.

"Oh! I'll join you."

What was with people these days?

The lunch is kind of awkward. Each of your friendships has a different dynamic and you feel like they don't really match each other. I mean, you've known Jungkook pretty much your whole life. You are confortable with him. Yeri is your new friend and you are both at that point in your friendship where you are comfortable with gossiping together, but wouldn't trust each other with their secrets. And Taehyung was a person that you've spent the last night out with and you didn't exactly know if you'd consider him as a friend of yours or just a very friendly acquaintence.

Yeri tries to start a conversation first, but you can't seem to find the right words to say. Her focus quickly changes to Taehyung as he's the only one who knows how to really speak in this group.

"Yeah, I'll go." you mumble as you finish your lunch and apologitecly smile at the three people in front of you.

You truly are not good with people.

It is winter and you decided to go ice skating with your roommate, who from this day was also known as your personal skating teacher.

"Fuck you, I hate this." you spit at him when you land your ass on the cold ice just about the hudredth time.

"No, you don't! It's so much fun!" he cheers and takes you by your hand, which wasn't a foreign gesture from him, but has always made you kind of shocked.

"Yes, I do. You should have asked Jieun to go with you." you glare and try to stand straight in order to keep your unsteady body on your legs.

"Why would I?" he scoffs and you swear you see just the tiny bit of redness creeping on his cheeks when he looks away from you.

"Because of the colors and stuff. I haven't heard you talk about a new one in a while, though. Is something happening between the two of you?" you bring up, questioning him.

"No," he shakes his head, "and I still don't see why you think I'm in love with her."

"I told you a million times and I'm 100% sure of it. I mean, you are blushing right now, so if that doesn't prove anything…" you trail off and look at him rolling his eyes next to you.

"Well, what about you and Taehyung? Do you see any colors yet?" he changes the topic and tries to counter-attack.

But he fails. "No. Tae is just my friend, that's all."

"Tae? As long as I know, his name was Taehyung." he points out and you furrow your brows.

"And? People are allowed to have nicknames, you know." you glare.

"You only ever called me by a nickname, though…" you see him getting redder at pointing it out and you can't help but laugh at his embarrased face.

"Yeah, because I only ever had one friend, you know."

"Is he only a friend to you, though?" he asks and you swear you feel your blood boiling.

"Why are you so obsessed with this? I can't see colors for shit, so I'm pretty sure of my feelings, you know. And I'm perfectly fine and content with that, I told you numerous times." you spit.

"Because I want you to love someone." he deadpans, making you stop in your tracks. You are surprised you were able to do that without falling again.

"Why?"

"Because it's beautiful," he shrugs, "and you deserve that."

"But I don't want that. It would ruin my life." you say, perfectly sure of your opinion you've guarded since you were nineteen.

"Do you really not want to fall in love just because you're scared of losing them one day? Because that's bullshit." his eyes are hooded with annoyance and his voice is slightly raised as he kills you with his glare.

"Love is bullshit." you argue back.

"Your opinion is bullshit! Why would you give up on love?"

"Look, Kookie. I'm not a hopeless romantic like you are. I don't need that baggage in my life. If I don't have it, I can't lose it. That's my view of things." you shrug and continue to skate.

"But you always wanted to see the colors of the sky." he says nonchalantly, but the sentence holds more hurt than you'll ever imagine.

Because it was true. It was your biggest dream since you've been a child. But if it meant falling in love, you were more than happy to give up on your dream.

"I don't anymore. And now, kindly go to hell with this bullshit. Call Jieun if you want to talk about love, I'm sure her life is full of color." you say as you bite on your lip, feeling your eyes burn with a familiar feeling.

You let go of his hand you didn't even realise you've been holding the whole time and cautiously leave the skating rink.

"Did Tehyung ever talk to you about… seeing colors and stuff?" asks Yeri one day before class, making you truly annoyed. It seemed like everyone but the two of you wanted for you and him to be a pair.

"No, Yeri, he did not, and we are not in love." you snap back at her, rolling your eyes. You swear that if she doesn't stop talking about him soon, you will cut a bitch.

"Oh. Well… that's.. good? Umm…" she mutters, looking away from you.

"Sorry if I caught you off guard, I just… everyone keeps talking about him and me being together, but I just want all of you to understand that it's not happening." you change your tone and try to act less annoyed than you really are.

"That's really good, truly. Because… well, here's the thing," she starts and confidently claps her hands, "I am going to tell you something."

"Yes?" you ask, eyebrows close to your hairline now.

"I may or may not have see a color or two. Perhaps three." she says and you look at her without any reaction. Don't blame yourself though, your mind's gone pretty much blank with a little hint of jealousy that you desperately try to hide. "And it's all since I've known Taehyung." she completes.

You are pretty sure your mouth is hanging open in surprise when she gently takes her hand and forces you to close it. "I know, I know, it's kind of ridicilous, but…"

"It's not!" you yelp, trying to calm her down and encourage her.

"Yeah, well…"

"And are you sure it's because of Taehyung?" you ask.

"I'm pretty certain." she nods.

"How do you… know?" you ask, feeling like that one time when you asked your mum in your back yard.

"You just feel it. I feel safe with him, I feel joy. Content. He makes me feel… happy, you know?" she grins and her grey eyes glitter with fondness over the boxy-grinned boy.

They are all right. Love really is beautiful.

But you'll be fine without it, right?

"I'll ask Tae about you," you smile at her, suddenly feeling like you want to play a true wingman to your friends.

"No!" she yelps. "Don't. I don't want to.. you know.. I don't want him to know if he doesn't feel the same."

You giggle in understatement. "Don't worry. I'll make it so he doesn't realise."

Well, you did say that. But the fact that you still weren't really good at talking to people was very much appearent as one of your permanent personality traits.

"Tae, do you.. see colors?" you ask, watching his tiny dog wiggle his tail as he walks a few meters in front of you.

"Oh. What a sudden question," he mutters and when you look at him, his cheeks are a little red.

"Yeah. So? I was always pretty straight-forward." you giggle.

"Why are you asking?" he asks, unsure if he wants to answer.

"Just answer."

"Mayhaps…" he trails off and nervousely giggle.

You stop in your tracks and you swear you can feel the offended look of Yeontan on the leash looking at you. He was a dog of many emotions.

"Holy shit! Everyone I know sees color now!" you yell out, not really knowing how to act at this realisation.

But you were here to ask about Yeri, after all. So you go back to the business. "And since when?"

"Since fall," he smiles and you physically feel your face turning into a smile.

Bingo. That's when he and Yeri met!

"Okay, that adds up." you giggle and he looks at you, shocked.

"Wh-what? Do you feel the same?"

You swear you gasp at that moment, all the air in your lungs leaving your body. "Do- do I feel the same?"

"Well, you said that it adds up, so…" he starts, but his expression quickly changes into a dissapointed one.

"Yeri. You met her in fall." you deadpan.

"Yeri-"

"She loves you." you blurt out, now anxious and desperate of saving the situation.

"But I- I am falling for you."

You swear you hear your heart thumping after hearing the sentence. No, this can't be happening…

"Taehyung…" you start, but your voice breaks.

"I started seeing colors since the day I met you, y/n. It's you." he says, biting on his lip.

You were twenty-one years old when you broke someone's heart for the first time. You were twenty-one when someone confessed to you for the first time, leaving you feeling guilty of not being able to love them back.

"I'm so sorry-" you start, your breathing uneven and short.

"You should go." he says as he takes the leash of his dog from your hand and looks away from you, slowly walking in the other direction.

You were twenty-one years old when you got your first panick attack.

You ran home all the way from the park, silently cursing youself in your head. Fuck, fuck, fuck. What have you done?

You tried to hide in your room as soon as you unlocked the front door, but Jungkook was right next to you as soon as he heard your heavy breathing and lound thumps on the floor.

"What is going on? Are you okay?" he asks as he sits next to you on your bed, eyes on your shaking body.

You don't let yourself cry when he hugs you and soothes your back, calmly whispering words of encouragement to your ear so you relax. "Focus on my breathing, okay? Breathe."

Just his thoughtful words make you get back to reality, attempting to breathe just because he told you to. You listen to his breath, breathing in when he does and breathing out at the same time. Your breaths were synchronized and you soon felt your hands stop gripping the material of his hoodie you didn't even know you were desperately holding on to.

"Are you fine now? Are you okay?" he asks with worry in his tone.

You just nod and burry your nose into the fabric of his hoodie further, trying to relax with the calming scent of his fabric softener.

"Do you want to talk about it?" his voice cuts through the relaxing silence again.

You think before responding to him. "Maybe."

It would be hard to keep it all in. You needed to talk to somebody. And you know you can always count on your best friend to listen to you.

"What happened?"

You sigh. "Taehyung… he just told me he's falling in love with me."

You feel his breathing hitch in his throat as his hands grip you a little tighter. "And what did you say?"

"Koo, you know I don't see any colors. I am not in love with him." you mumble and look him into the eyes.

"I'm sorry." he says, taking you off guard.

"For what?"

"Just… yeah." he scoffs and gently caresses your back. "Why did you have a panick attack about it?"

You bite on your lip before speaking again. "Because I broke his heart. He started to see colors because of me and I feel like maybe I led him on? Why did I make him fall in love with me? What did I do? I ruined his life, Kook." you explain, expressing all of your deepest regrets.

"It's not your fault," he reassures you, but you don't believe him. The guilt you feel on the inside is just so much bigger.

"I am not worthy of love." you shake your head, but your best friend is not going to let you talk like that about yourself and you should have known that by now.

"Stop. You are," he starts, softly cupping your cheek, "you are the most important person in my life. You are kind, gentle, sweet and so, so beautiful. So stop saying that. Taehyung knew all of this when he fell in love with you, and it's not your fault you don't feel the same. You don't have to feel guilty."

You stare into his eyes. "Love sucks."

"No." he shakes his head.

You sigh and turn around in his arms so you are laying in your bed, head on his shoulder. You felt comfortable and safe. You knew you could uncover your everything to him.

After a moment of silence, you begin to speak again. "What about you, though? You haven't talked about Jieun in a long time."

"Do I have to talk about her?" he asks.

"I mean, you don't, but you're in love with her, so I thought you'd talk about her at least once in a while." you chew on your bottom lip.

You hoped Jungkook never gets his heart broken like Taehyung just had.

"I am not. You just say that." his voice is serious and it makes you look at him in surprise. Your faces are way too close to each other and you swear you feel his breath on your skin.

"You are! Who else would you love? Or have you fallen out of love with her? Is that possible? You haven't talked about a new color since we moved in here, so that would make sense-"

"Y/n, I can see all the colors since I was eighteen." he shuts you up.

You blink a few times, trying to connect all the dots in your head. "I don't understand." you shake your head.

It's his turn to sigh before closing his eyes for a second and responding to you. "Do you remember the first color I saw?"

You furrow your brows. "Yeah. It was red. You were nine."

"Yeah. I was nine and you were my seat-mate." he says, but you still don't catch on.

"And?"

"Do you remember the second color I saw?" he asks again.

"Yeah. It was blue. On our sophmore-year dance." you answer.

"I was fifteen and you went to the dance with me. Your dress was blue and blue has been my favorite color ever since." he says and you physically feel your heart swelling.

"And?"

"And do you know when I started seeing all colors?" he asks.

"You never told me. I thought you only saw these two and green." you mumble, a sudden pain dripping in your chest. Did he not trust you enough to share that with you? He always told you everything.

"It was when we were eighteen, y/n. On the day your grandpa died." he says, licking his lips and nervously chewing on them.

"O-oh." you sigh.

"I just didn't tell you because it wasn't the right time. You were in pain, and I held you as you were shaking on the ground. All I wanted to do was take all the hurt and pain from you, even if it meant I'd die. And when I blinked, there it was. All the colors. Everything." he explains, his gaze not once leaving your eyes.

"No, Jungkook-"

"Y/n, I-" he starts, but you can't let him finish it.

"Don't say it. No." you cut him off, your eyes burning with tears.

You begin to cry as the weight of his words fall on you. Your best friend is in love with you, and you are for sure going to break his heart, even though it hurts you. You can't accept his love, because one day, it will be gone and that will hurt more than anything. And you can't let that happen.

"Y/n, just let me say it. My world is so beautiful just because of you, and I just want to let you know. I don't want anything else in return, because I know what you think about love, but I just need to get this off my chest," he begins and you have no strength left to stop him, "but I love you. And I have ever since I was pretty much nine." he softly laughs.

You shake your head in dissaproveal, hoping to let him know everything that is going on inside of your head.

"Why are you crying, baby girl? It's okay." he whisperes into your ear, holding you tighter.

"Because I don't want to break your heart. I care about you too much, Kook. I just-" you sob into his shoulder, bearing the second mental breakdown of the day, "you are my everything, you know? I can't let you get hurt."

"It's okay. You won't break my heart, y/n. I know you don't see any color, and that's okay." he says and pets your hair like you are a little girl.

"It's not-" you say and you open your eyes after a while, but the sight in front of you makes you stop.

Jungkook. He is so beautiful. His doe eyes are a little glossy, his lips bitten. His hair is a mess and his hoodie has a wet stain from your tears, but he is still so, so beautiful. And you take it all in, because his eyes are dark brown and so is his hair, and his skin looks like honey. His lips are pink and so inviting, and the hoodie he has on is dark purple.

And suddenly, you laugh through the tears.

You were so stupid. How could you think you could resist? You've broken the promise you made to yourself when you were eighteen. You had everything to lose now.

"You are so pretty." you say as you trace his cheekbones with your thumb.

He stares at you with galaxies in his big, open eyes and lips parted. You swear you've never seen a better view.

"What?" he chuckles.

"You are so colorful." you breathe out and his lips slowly turn into a open-mouthed smile.

His fingers wipe away your tears. "Do you- do you mean that?"

You just nod. Because that is everything you're capable of now. The feelings come in waves to you, but they feel like they've always been there somewhere, ever since you were little. But now, the intensity grew as the pain of breaking his loving heart creeped to the insides of you, making you finally realise what you've been feeling, but mentally denying all along.

"Jungkook, I love you." you say.

He softly laughs before slowly tucking a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. "I love you. But why so.. why so suddenly?"

"I just… the thought of breaking your heart hurt so much it made me realise some things, I guess." you mumble and look at his lips, still so pink and inviting as if it was the first time you've seen them.

He takes it as a hint, but still asks for your permission. "Can I kiss you?"

You gently nod before closing your eyes and leaning to meet him in the middle, your lips softly crashing and moving in sync, as if they were made for it. You feel the same wave of emotion fill you again as it warms up your whole entire body and suddenly, you understand why you've always felt safe with him and why all your happy memories contain your best friend. You just never chose to realise it.

You were twenty-one when the love you felt came so strongly to you that you started seeing the whole rainbow at once.

You were twenty-one when a dream of the little Jeon Jungkook has finally came true.

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deman1313 · 4 years ago

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TW: panic attacks, mention of scars and wounds

Numb and confused, thats what the young girl feelt most of the time. Ever since she have been.. saved she has feelt more hurt then ever. More scary thoughts and nightmeres, more pain on her body and more relapes

Eri snapped out of her thoughts when the car stopped, the tired underground hero who drove them there stepped out of the car and turned to help her. even tho the child had been here before her stomatch hurt and hands sweating while they walked down the halls of the school. Eri held into his panted leg as they walked in silence

Shota lead her into the common room of the UA dorms and went to talk to someone, Eri did not know or care about who it was. She went to sit down on the couch, the blue dress that she wore feelt way too tight on her and her bandages itched too much against her wounded skin. The girl frowned and looked down at her bandaged hands, She feelt dizzy. Eri’s left hand soon went up to touch the small bump of keratin that was her horn, the sick feeling in her stomach grew

After a few minuts the room started to fill up with people, some she had seen before. Eri feelt sceard

”Hey hey Eri! How are you?”

The girl lifted her head to meet the eyes of a blue haired women, She was the one who had spoken. Behind her stood a few more students, one had red hair that stood straight up and a smile with sharp teeth, another had medium length brown hair and pink puffed cheeks. Behind her stood a shorter girl who looked like a frog

”...fine”

Was all Eri said as her dull red eyes was locked to the door behind them all. Most of them frowned and Nejire went to toutch her gently. The one horned childs brain screamed danger and she flinched hard, keeping her head low and closing her eyes

Shota sighed as he watched the kids interact, sadness filled his heart at the sight

”She is not getting better is she?”

Midnight had asked him, a frown on her red lips

”No”

Eri curled up into herself, She feelt out of breath and it was hard to beathe. One of the students said somthing to her but it was muted, her brain was too fuzzy to take in info

”Eri? Are you-”

a hand flew out to pet her head, the rewind child broke down at that. She started screaming and sobbed and pulled at her tired up hair hard. Tears fell from her eyes as she started to hit herself in the head and yelling about her dad. Eraser being the only one who was not frozen in place immediately ran up to calm her. He went to grip her wrists in a gentle but sterm grip so she would stop harming herself and shushed her quietly

”Eri listen to my voice, take deep breathes. Shh.. shh. You are ok”

It was strange to see the tired and scary looking hero be calm and almost soft for once, but this was not somthing new for him. This was her third attack this week and it has only been two months. The students backed away and watched the two. After calming the white haired child through her episode he apologized to the others and went to carry Eri back to the car without waiting for them to say anything

Eri tugged on the stuffed animals ears, silence filled the car. She rolled up her sleeve and stared at the bandage that was almost falling of her arms and hands. She had probably reopend her wounds again. Shota clenched his jaw when she asked quietly

”When Can I see dad again?”

#short storys #eri #eri chan #bnha #mha aus #overhaul is not the bad guy #angst #tw panic attack #tw wounds

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bethansfandoms · 4 years ago

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Can I request a Wolfstar Hogwarts era fic where they face bogarts

I was literally JUST thinking about writing this?! Did you read my mind?? For the purpose of me making this a get together fic, I need you to forget that Harry learnt about boggarts in third year because I’m setting this in fifth. And scene:

“Books away, wands out.” Was the first thing professor Banes said upon entering the classroom

This was met with general enthusiasm because practical defence against the dark arts lessons were everybody’s favourite.

“Okay, if you’ll all follow me.” And with that, he walked out of the classroom.

“Where do you reckon we’re going?” James asked the marauders. His question was bet with general murmurs of confusion.

“Today, we are learning about boggarts.”

Remus’s heart leapt into his throat. He was almost certain he knew what his worst fear was and he absolutely did not want his classmates to see it.

“You okay?” Sirius whispered to him.

“What if mine’s the full moon,” Remus responded at an equally low volume.

Sirius squeezed his shoulder reassuringly. “It’ll be fine.”

Remus was pretty sure it wouldn’t.

He had stopped listening in an attempt to focus on calming his climbing heart rate. His head snapped up as he saw his classmates form a line in front of the rattling chest in front of them. He tried to stand near the back of the que.

The lesson was fairly amusing actually and he learnt a lot. Like how Mary Macdonald was terrified of wasps and that Dorcas Meadowes didn’t appear to be a fan of snakes.

A personal highlight was when James’s took the form of a huge spider which set Sirius off laughing because James would always swear blind he wasn’t scared of spiders, he just didn’t trust the amount of legs they had.

But then it was Remus’s turn. His heart hammered as the boggart twisted and morphed itself before him.

And he had been right. It was the moon.

“Riddikulus.” He yelled quickly. The moon deflated before him. But they’d all seen it, they must of.

Remus felt his breathing quicken and he stormed out the room, leaving Sirius infront of the boggart, but he’d left before it took its shape.

He slumped against the wall and felt tears sting his eyes. Parents weren’t going to like that their children were up close and personal with someone like him.

And they’d find out. Nobody is afraid of the moon. People were going to work it out and he was going to have to leave school and his life would be over.

A rather panicked Sirius burst through the door a minute later and joined him on the floor. “Are you okay?” He asked.

Remus shook his head. “They’re going to know what I am. It took the shape of the moon, Sirius.”

Sirius smiled, “yeah, yeah I know. But they don’t.”

“What? They saw it!”

“Yeah but Me, Peter and James convinced them you were terrified of divination. Crystal balls and shit.”

Remus laughed, genuinely laughed, as he wiped the tears from his eyes. “I’m going to have to drop divination now aren’t I.”

Sirius shook his head and smiled. “Crap subject anyway.”

Remus felt himself calm down slightly as he ran a hand through his hair. “What was your boggart?” He asked.

“Doesn’t matter.”

“What? But you know mine! I’ll just ask James or Peter, they must have seen.”

Sirius sighed. “Fine. It was you.”

Remus laughed, “rude!”

“No... no I’m serious. It was you but- but you were dead.”

“Dead?”

“Yeah. You had these scratches all over you I think... I think it was you after a full moon that went wrong or something. But yeah, yeah you were dead.”

Remus looked at him in slight shock. “Bet James wasn’t too pleased about that.”

Sirius laughed slightly and shrugged. “He’ll get over it.”

“Why me though? Why not him?”

“I don’t know.” Sirius answered far too quickly.

“Don’t be stupid, it’s your fear, of course you know.”

Sirius shook his head. “If I say it’ll change everything. I can’t have that.”

“Change it how? Sirius, you can tell me.”

“Promise you won’t hate me.”

“Padfoot, I won’t hate you. Now just spit it out.”

“Fine. I... I think it’s my worst fear that you would and I hadn’t- I hadn’t told you something.” Remus didn’t interrupt when he paused slightly.

“Because I’m scared you’ll die before- before I get the chance to tell you that I, uh, that I think I sort of like you. Like like you.”

“Like like? What’re we, eight?”

Sirius smiled. “Yeah well, I thought if I said I was in love with you it’d scare you off.”

“It’d take more than that to get rid of me, I’m afraid.”

And then Remus kissed him. And Sirius was pretty sure his brain short circuited and his heart feelt like it had actually skipped a beat.

But then he placed his hand on Remus’s face and kissed him back with everything he had.

Remus laughed softly as they broke apart. They were still sat on the floor and Remus knew he must look a mess.

They heard the door open and sprung apart as the class started filing out.

“You two alright?” James asked.

“Great.” They said simultaneously.

“You tell him that you-?” James asked Sirius. Sirius nodded.

“Good. Well, I’ll try not to be too offended.”

“Aw don’t worry Jamie,” Sirius said, standing and dragging Remus up with him. “You’ll always be the platonic love of my life.”

“And what does that make me?” Peter huffed.

“My favourite rodent.”

Peter shoved him jokingly. “What’ve we got next?”

“Divination.” James replied.

“Don’t worry Remus! We’ll protect you from those evil crystal balls!”

And Remus didn’t even find the time to roll his eyes because he just genuinely couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this happy.

#wolfstar #wolfstar prompt #wolfstar fanfic #wolfstar fanfiction #wolfstar drabble #wolfstar oneshot #remus lupin #sirius black #mwpp #mwpp era #marauders #marauders era #marauders fanfic #remus lupin x sirius black #sirius black x remus lupin #wolfstar get together #harry potter #wolfstar headcanon #hp marauders

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bakuhoes-slut234 · 4 years ago

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Aizawa x reader smut - Surprise Visit part 2

"I want another kiss"

He sent her a small smile before kissing her forehead.

"And another?" She asked.

Aizawa kissed the tip of her nose.

"Another?"

Then both of her cheeks

"One more?"

Aizawa smirked and placed his lips onto hers.

As he pulled away, she chased after his lips until they connected again.

She grabbed onto his shirt collar, pulling him closer to her.

"We can't. We're in class" he mumbled into the kiss.

"That never stopped us *kiss* when we were *kiss* in UA *kiss*" she mumbled between kisses.

"Me meeting you *kiss* in this class at lunch *kiss* when no one was here, *kiss* and had some fun *kiss*"

Aizawa chuckled softly and tilted his head to the side to deepen the kiss. His arms wrapped around Y/N's waist.

"But you still haven't learnt to keep it down. We got caught a few times" he said as he parted from her lips before connecting them again.

Y/N laughed and kissed back.

Aizawa's tongue swiped over her bottom lip, asking for access which she granted.

He took control, exploring her mouth, dancing with her tongue.

Y/N repositioned herself to straddle him.

His hands slid up the his shirt that she was wearing as his thumbs rubbed circles on her hips.

Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, gently pulling at the ends of his hair.

Aizawa stood up, wrapping her legs around his waist to stop her from falling.

He pushed all the stuff off of his desk, not caring where it goes and sat her down on the edge.

Aizawa felt his pants starting to get tighter the longer they kissed.

His lips moved away from hers and instead attached to her neck, sucking and biting, leaving small marks in his wake.

Y/N pulled him closer with her legs, pressing her clothed heat against his now hard member.

Aizawa groaned, shamelessly grinding himself against her, coaxing small moans from her.

Y/N removed his scarf and goggles from his neck and tossed them onto his chair.

Aizawa hooked his thumbs into her panties.

She lifted herself up a bit so that he could remove the unwanted clothing and he stuffed them into his back pocket.

His thumb moved down between her legs to rub small circles on her clit.

"Already so wet? We just started" he teased.

"Shut up" she moaned out.

Y/N's hand moved down and palmed him through his pants, earning another groan from the man.

"Fuck, let's skip the foreplay" he said and Y/N nodded.

Her hands undid his belt and he pulled his pants down enough to free himself of the constricting material.

He pulled her off of the desk to stand infront of it.

He turned her around so that her back was facing him. "Bend" he said and Y/N did as she was told.

She bent over and grabbed the edge of the desk to stabilize herself.

He pulled the long shirt that she was wearing up to reveal her ass to him.

His hands rubbed circles onto her behind.

"Keep it down or else I will punish you. Understand?"

"Yes" she responded

Aizawa lined himself up with her entrance.

"You sure?" He asked.

"Just fuck me already" she responded.

Aizawa pushed into her and groaned

"Fuck~ Shota~" she moaned out.

"Sshh"

Aizawa started to thrust slowly, setting a rhythm.

"F-faster" she moaned out.

His pace increased as Y/N started moaning loudly.

"What did I say?" He asked

"To keep it ~ngh~ down"

"That's right. Can you do that for me?"

Y/N nodded.

Aizawa continued to thrust, his pace increasing more.

Y/N moaned loudly as she met each if his thrusts.

She gasped as there was a sharp sting on her behind.

"I told you to keep it down"

Y/N placed a hand over her mouth to muffle her moans.

"Good girl"

He placed one hand onto her waist, squeezing tightly while the other was pressed against the small of her back, keeping her pressed against the desk.

Y/N could feel the knot in her stomach form as she tried to stay quiet.

"Right there!" She moaned loudly as he found her g spot.

She moaned again as she felt the same stinging sensation as before on her behind.

"Quiet" he growled and then rubbed the spot he had hit.

He continued to abuse her special spot, hitting it with each thrust.

Y/N felt her release coming soon

"C-Close" she moaned out

His pace increased yet again, driving Y/N insane.

Aizawa could feelt his release coming soon as well as his thrusts started to get sloppy.

The hand that was on the small of her back moved to gather all of her hair.

He pulled her hair roughly, forcing her to look up.

Y/N moaned while Aizawa let out small grunts as each chased their release.

Finally, Y/N couldn't take anymore.

"Cumming" she moaned out and then clamped down onto Aizawa.

Aizawa continued to thrust, letting her ride out her high.

Y/N's legs shook, the only thing keeping her up was the desk that she held onto.

He thrusted harder, faster, now chasing his own release.

"That's it baby, keep squeezing me like that" he growled. "Cum for me one more time"

As if on command, Y/N's body responded, Cumming a second time.

She cried out as her second orgasm hit her, unable to keep her voice down.

Aizawa felt the band snap as he thrusted a few more times before stilling.

He painted her walls white as he came and moaned out.

He released his hold on her hair and pulled out.

He sat back down onto his chair after moving his scarf and goggles off of it.

Y/N let go of the desk and attempted to stand but her legs gave out from under her.

Aizawa quickly grabbed her and pulled her to sit on his lap.

They both sat there catching their breath and then the bell rang.

"Just in time" Y/N laughed and stood up shakily. She fixed her clothes, forgetting about her panties and packed up their lunch boxes and put them in her bag.

Aizawa handed her some tissue.

She cleaned herself up and then threw the tissue in the bin. Aizawa put all of his stuff back onto his desk.

There was a knock at the door and Y/N blushed, realising that she'd have to face the students after what they just did in the class.

Aizawa laughed at her panicked expression.

"I guess Denki was right about me getting lucky"

"Fuck off" Y/N snapped and made sure that she looked decent one more time before opening the door.

"I'll see you at home" she said as she pulled open the door.

All the students looked at her with a socked expression.

"What?"

"You might want to cover your neck Mrs Aizawa" The pink haired girl said.

Y/N's eyes widened in shock

"Oh ... Um... "

"Don't worry, we won't tell anyone about what went down"

"Thanks guys. Now if you'll excuse me, I think I should leave"

She said as she ran down the hall.

Denki turned around to watch her run away.

"Ma'am!" He called out

"What?!"

"Pull your dress down, you're not wearing any-"

"Shit!" Y/N cut him off and held down the hem of her dress as she continued to run.

"Hey" Aizawa said as he got home.

"I'm gonna kill you"

"Why?"

"You took my panties and Denki saw my ass as I was running down the hall" she pouted.

"You shouldn't be running in the halls"

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rubysunnday · 5 years ago

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You know the horse race At tommy and graces wedding can you maybe have shelby sis race and win and all her brothers in shock cause they didn’t know she could get on a horse let alone race one

A/N: I had to go back and watch this scene because I genuinely don’t remember any of it!

You were tired of pretending to like the boys around you. You were fed up of smiling and dancing and if one more boy asked if you were single, you’d probably strangle them. You had enough of the ogling stares and the endless questions about Tommy and Grace.

You were done with being treated like an object and not a human.

Which was how you found yourself standing outside Tommy’s house, smoking a cigarette and trying not to cry. You inhaled the smoke and swallowed, calming yourself down as you exhaled it out into a cloud.

“You look miserable,” Isaiah said as he joined you, lighting his own cigarette.

“If one more boy asks if I’m single, I will strangle them,” you groaned, tipping your head back to look at the sky.

Isaiah chuckled. “Good job I don’t need to ask, then.”

You stuck a finger up at him and exhaled a cloud of smoke. “What do you want, Is?”

“I’m on my way to an illegal race occurring out the back between the Calvary and your brothers and was wondering if you’d want to join me?”

“I’m not allowed,” you replied, crossing your arms and glaring at the sky. “My sole job tonight is too flirt and stay out the way.”

Isaiah scooted closer to you, leaning his head on your shoulder. “Come on, y/n, love, it’ll be fun.”

You turned your head to look at him. “Do you want to get yelled at by Tommy?”

“No, but I know you do...”

You growled and threw your cigarette on the ground, crushing it underneath your foot. “Fine, but I swear to god, Isaiah, if I get my ass kicked your being dragged down too.”

Isaiah rolled his eyes as you smacked him on the shoulder, grabbing his hand in yours and dragging him round to the stables.

There was a lot of yelling and swearing as Isaiah dragged you around to the stables. The Calvary were easily identified by their obnoxious red coats and the constant glares they kept sending towards you and Isaiah.

“Is Finn racing?” You asked Isaiah as your twin mounted the horse, looking slightly unsteady.

Isaiah nodded, “yeah, I hope he doesn’t fucking fall off.”

“I can ride better than him,” you muttered, crossing your arms.

“You can ride?” Isaiah gaped at you and you shrugged.

“Yeah, better than that fucker.” You glanced at Isaiah and his face hadn’t changed, causing you to sigh. You turned to face him, lowering your voice. “Curly taught me in private. Tommy assumed I hated horses after I had a bad fall when I was six and refused to get back on so stopped making me ride. Caused a massive dispute between the family. Anyway, I didn’t want Tommy to know that I still wanted to ride, he’s a tad over – protective between being an arsehole, so I asked Curly to teach me to ride and to race.”

“You can race?!”

“Why is all of this so shocking to you, Is? Bloody hell, just because I’m a woman, fuck’s sake man.”

Isaiah rolled his eyes and stuck a finger at you as Finn caught sight of you. He waved you over and you snuck towards him, hiding behind the Calvary the other Blinders.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Finn hissed, leaning down.

“Isaiah invited me over,” you replied, “I was about to strangle someone.”

“Tommy’s gonna kill you,” Finn replied, lowering his voice as the both of you heard John laughing somewhere.

“He’ll kill you if you don’t win this race, love,” you retorted.

Finn sighed. “Do you want to do it?”

“Me?”

“Oh, come off it, we both know you’re the better rider and racer,” Finn scoffed. “Just, switch with me before they realise.”

“I’m in a dress, Finn,” You snapped as he dismounted.

“When has that ever stopped you before?” He asked, holding the reins out to you.

You groaned but took the reins none the less. The ground was cold underneath your bare feet as you kicked your shoes off, allowing Finn to help you mount the horse. The cold metal of the stirrups caused goose bumps up your arms, but your adrenaline was kicking in and you could barely contain your excitement.

The horse underneath sensed your excitement too and shuffled about, neighing excitedly.

“I don’t need to you give any advice, you know far more than me anyway,” Finn muttered, tightening the stirrups and taking your shawl as you got comfortable. “And if Tommy or anyone comes for you, I’ll take the fall, yeah?”

You nodded, smiling down at him as Johnny called the horses to the start. Finn walked you over as you tried to keep your head low, but, judging from the look John gather you, you’d been spotted.

“Alright, boys,” Johnny announced, pausing when he realised Finn wasn’t riding anymore. “And girl, no funny business! A fair race around the grounds, finishing here. No cheating or foul play, clear?”

“Clear.”

Out the corner of your eye, you noticed Finn trying to keep Tommy and Arthur back from stopping the race as Johnny raised the flag high into the sky.

You ignored them all and exhaled slowly, focusing on nothing but the horse underneath you.

The flag dropped and you allowed your horse full rein, letting him bolt ahead with the excitement he’d kept up inside him. The cold air stung your bare skin as you charged around the horse, churning up the grass and mud underneath you. You caught a glimpse of the Calvary behind you and allowed yourself a smirk as you passed the halfway point.

You hadn’t ridden like this in a long while and it feelt freeing. You hated living in Birmingham. The smog and the constant noise made you feel uneasy but being out in the country made you feel calm and at peace.

After John had married Esme, you’d really bonded with the woman as she’d allowed you to be more in touch with your Romanian side and even taught you thing’s you’d never known before. Riding horses was something close to your heart, even if your family didn’t know you could actually race, let alone ride.

The crowd of people waiting for you to return came closer and closer and you afford yourself a glance behind, smiling broadly when you realised you were going to win. You charged over the finish line to raucous cheers and you laughed as you tried to slow your horse down.

Once your horse had come to a stop, Finn ran over and grabbed the reins, allowing you a chance to calm yourself down as he walked the horse around.

“That was fucking amazing, y/n/n!” Finn exclaimed as you laughed, holding a hand over your heart. Your hands were shaking from the adrenaline and you were almost certain your legs weren’t going to work when you eventually got down.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Tommy demanded, squashing your excitement as he stormed over.

You had no words to say; you just opened your mouth and closed it again.

“I asked her to, Tommy,” Finn said quickly, moving forward slightly as you panted. “I knew she’d be better and wouldn’t mess things up.”

“But she can’t ride!” Arthur exclaimed.

“Clearly she can,” Finn retorted. “She’s better than me.”

“That’s not difficult, Finn,” you muttered causing John to snigger as he puffed on his cigar. “Look, Tommy, I know you wanted me to stay inside with Pol and Grace and look at the boys and dance and shit, but I was getting fed up of being objectified and stared at and touched –“

“She was going to strangle someone,” Isaiah chimed in.

“Yeah, I was.” You sighed. “I just really fucking hate the Calvary, Tom.”

John choked on the smoke from his cigar as he laughed causing Tommy to have a hint of a smile on his face.

Tommy shook his head. “Honestly, nearly gave me a fucking heart attack when I realised.”

“Sorry,” you replied, smiling meekly at him as he puffed on his cigarette.

“It’s fine. Just, y/n, stay inside from now, ok? I’ve got…business going on tonight and I don’t want you getting hurt.”

You nodded. “I’m going for a very strong drink. I think I’ve broken myself.”

Tommy chuckled as he walked off, muttering to himself as Arthur and John followed behind.

“Hey, Finn,” you said, looking down at him, “don’t suppose you want to help me off?”

“Why?” Finn asked, frowning.

“My legs aren’t working anymore.”

#peaky blinders imagines #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders imagine #Peaky Blinders #shelby sis #shelby sister

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inviouswriting · 5 years ago

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Divinity - Original writings

Spot writing, so this will be unpolished like my other stuff. I have no grammar check or major spell checks so bear with me. I wanted to write this for a while ever since @witterprompts posted this prompt. And while I have it burning in my head. I’m writing something original.

Title: Divinity

Rating: Mature

Disclaimer: I own all characters and the story/universe that these characters belong to. Do not use them without my permission.

Warnings: Death, someone is burning to death from a witch trial.

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Divinity

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“Please let the last sight I have, be of you smiling.” Divinity raises a hand up to Kivera’s face, pressing the burning hand to the ashen white skin. Kivera let’s her touch her, the first and only touch to be made with a human. The last one she has alive, the moment Divinity touches Kivera’s face, her life starts seeping out through the contact. She had fallen from the stake on the pyre, and is now cradled in Kivera’s lap, head resting on the reaper’s thighs.

“I use to be afraid of this, you know... but it isn’t bad, at least... not what I thought. This must be your doing, to try and not make it painful. You are more kind than you let anyone believe. Thank you... please can you take care of my father... tell him I’ll be alright now? That I wasn’t scared.” Divinity keeps her eyes on Kivera’s. Even as the last of her life leaves her body, and travels through the reaper and into the orb on the scythe she carries. “Please smile..”

Kivera does smile for her, a calm and warm smile. The mask she wore was off her face, enough for Divinity to be able to touch her face and draw out her life. When she is sure that Divinity’s life left, she ensured she took her sight from her before she has a chance to go to the Underworld.

“I thought reapers didn’t get involved in the affairs of mortals.” The voice belongs to Vanth, and Kivera was sitting on the edge of a pyre from where Divinity lays in her lap. The reaper keeps the fire from charring the body, the life long left the girl and all that remained is the body. Kivera stays there, ignoring the lich while she brushes the silver hair away. There is a shred of how she remembers her own death, brought on by cruel people. The fact Divinity is the same age at her own death at 18. Mirrors her, just different time periods.

“Anything to say? Reaper?” Vanth appears across from Kivera, earning a hateful glare, filled with red in the normal green eyes. The fire adding to her demeanor as something to be feared. Kivera even holds onto the body tighter knowing what Vanth is.

“Being a death bringer is all about humans. I am responsible for many and all. If this is my role. It is you who meddles in the affairs. Enslaves them and causes more pain than anything can compare to.” Vanth stays back out of strike range of the scythe at Kivera’s side, but knows he is not out of firing range if she chooses to.

“You seem attached to this one. Perhaps. she is special.” The narrow in the red eyes gives him more than he needs to know. Vanth knows he can’t do anything to the body or soul, not with her guarding both of them.

“Why would you care, other than to claim her too.” Kivera lets the flames circle around the feet, starting to reduce them to ashes, the flames burning hotter under her command. She had prolonged things enough and now lets things take their path.

“I’m not here to take her. She does not interest me as much as you do.” Vanth’s hollow eyes bore down on Kivera, the flame smoke from the eyeless sockets as an indicator he sees her and what she is doing.

All that remains left is Divinity’s head, held on Kivera’s lap and protected while the rest are nothing but skeleton and ashes. A hand pets through the hair one last time as that too reduces to ashes and bone. Sealing that Vanth won’t be able to use the body for his merits.

“I am not interesting to you, nor do I wish to know what you want with me. Leave.” Her only warning to Vanth, now that her hands return to the scythe and she is standing.

“I’ll leave, but I’m sure I’ll see you again. After all.. there is more to this city than just that girl. I think we know what is going to happen, and I can’t wait to see how you react later.” Vanth fades away in the thick parts of the fire smoke. Save for the glow of where his eyes should be.

“I shall see you soon. Reaper.” In those words, Kivera feels a sickness in her own soul. Just as Vanth leaves, the father of Divinity shows up. Kivera shrinks her shoulders in and prepares herself for what she is about to hear.

Nothing ever pierces the ears most than the wail of someone who has lost the light of their life.

Nothing else prepares her from knowing what Vanth meant.

It is moments like these, she is reminded that all living beings can sound the same as the dead.

The scream she hears is as loud and deafening as the roar of anger. It is in this moment she remembers she is unmasked and visible to humans. She doesn’t bother with placing it on her face, instead she looks up at the mob that has been there at the start of Divinity’s execution. Not a single soul even dared to approach and most whispered amongst themselves at the sorcery they had witnessed.

Divinity’s father Seth, was a well liked man, and beside himself at the ends of the pyres ashes combing through them looking for some semblance of his daughter. Kivera keeps her eyes on the crowd waiting for silence to be broken by something other than cries or wails. Amongst the crowd she sees Vanth’s face grinning among them, something that earns her face twisted in anger and disgust.

Time felt frozen, the only sounds that can be heard is the crackling of torch fire, muttering from the townsfolk, and increasing worry in their voices about witches and demons. Kivera doesn’t see a reason to hide herself, taking a step down off the pyre she approaches Seth in reverence. Her voice regarding him is gentle yet firm.

“She wanted you to know she wasn’t scared. There are alot of things I wish to say to you, though it looks like I won’t get that chance.” Breaking through to Seth, he glances to her and reaches for a leg. Kivera makes a quick step back.

“Refrain from touching me. You’re in danger. You need to move!” As if her words were the thing that broke the others out of their entrancement. Kivera’s shoulders shrink inwards once more this time in agitation at hearing the whispers increase from the people. She is prepared and feelts the first stone hit the right side of her face. Her attention snaps up to the thrower, a younger man in his twenties, the look of fear laced anger on his face.

Vanth has been watching the exchange and was the one murmuring things into the ears of those who he could manipulate. He started with the young man feeding into what he had seen from the spectacle on the stake to the unknown being that now stands before them. Confusion weighs heavier but that confusion easily is fear and fear is hatred.

As soon as the stone left the man’s hands he felt this prickling sensation down his spine, like he was doing something forbidden. The way it struck her and how her eyes bore into him as if staring straight into his soul. Eyes that burned as red as the fire around them, seeing those eyes made him realize he made a huge mistake.

The first movement after what feels like an eternity has passed over was other villagers bending down and grabbing stones to throw. Older men were the first to cast them, and those rocks hit their target from her head to anywhere they landed. There was still hardly movement from Kivera, in fact she closes her eyes and lets them using that time to go over an internal battle of wills. She remained there so long as Seth was kneeling stunned in his grief.

Seth looks up to see Kivera being pelted with rocks and dirt, eyes closed in annoyance and as if she is keeping herself rooted to the spot. It is here he notices her weapon on her shoulder, and the faint glow of the orb meant there are souls in it, something she has disclosed to him and his daughter in their time she spent around them.

Breaking his silence he focuses on Kivera, and crawls closer to where she stands getting hit by a few stones as they fall from their target.

“You still have her. We can right this.” His words break the reaper out of her thoughts and as she opens her eyes one stone catches her right eye and she feels the skin above break.

“What do you mean?” Hushed and quick.

“There is a man here who can help. I just need her soul.” The look on Kivera’s face twists in horror at what he means.

“You can’t be serious, nothing good comes of that.” Seth is crawling closer.

“Please, I can’t live without her.”

“You have to! That isn’t what she wants! You’ll trap her in a hell worse than the real one.”

All around them is chaos from the villagers running out of rocks and resorting to sand, some have ceased to listen to the exchange. Kivera is getting ready to break away if she needs to. Fearing more for the restless ones in the orb than the living.

“It’s only her, I’m not asking for others. Just let me have Divinity back. How can it be a hell when she is living?” Unable to reason with the idea of letting go.

“It won’t be her. She wants you to understand she accepted it!” Kivera breaks her stance and steps backwards. The feeling of being persecuted and memories of Bathory’s mob creep into her feet.

“It wouldn’t be as long as we don’t have her soul which you have.” Seth gets to his feet and confirms his reasoning. Kivera has seen those eyes more than enough to realize she has lost him to Vanth.

“No!” At her words she turns on her heels and breaks through the crowd shoving pass them. Afew hands try snagging her shoulders or arms only to pull their hands back with them burning or sloughing off.

“After her!” Vanth could be heard shouting, and like a burst in a dam the very mob that had burned a girl to death was now chasing death itself. One of the only times Kivera feels a sense of dread since her own death. She didn’t understand why she is running when the wings at her back would create more distance; panic makes people forget even spirits. Once she remembered those wings open faster and flight is a blessing for her.

Kivera feels a hand snare an ankle it is moments she remembers what she is and quickly releases a flash of fire on the hand and it recoils back. In the air she recollects herself hovering just out of reach she can feel other hands grabbing for her, and all she does is stare down at them in disgust. The leers from the men, the scorn from the women who threw mud and grass.

“You people are determined to see this through aren’t you, and you have no idea why you’re doing it.” Kivera’s voice held annoyance along with solemn. These people will continue to follow their false leader to tragedy and she can stop it now or let it go. The marks from the stones had already faded but she remembers the feeling.

Below her feet is a small sea of people jumping and reaching to grab at her feet, Kivera had tucked her feet up as she hovers trying to come to terms with her next phase. She couldn’t leave things the way they are, she has been seen, and these people will never understand her being. Kivera wished she could consult someone with greater knowledge besides the lich standing at the shore of the people grinning. She knows what he wants and that is for her to snap and resort to her flames and create a catalyst.

“Enough!” Kivera’s voice is loud and booming, a few people cease their jumping, and a few stop before they cast their throws. The reaper’s eyes have a glow to them as she speaks. The few heeding her words settle, Seth among them.

“You do not know why you are doing this, you’re frenzied, calm down before this ends in tragedy!” Kivera is pulled down a little by a hand that manages to grab her and like the man earlier who touched her, that hand is burned for grabbing hold of her.

“Is that a threat witch?” A woman hisses and throws her stone catching Kivera above her left eye.

“Why should we listen to a demon like you? You’re the root of this, begone!” An older man snarls while another shouts in agreement to his words.

“Listen to yourselves! Seth is talking of necromancy, the very thing you guys just burned his daughter for! Witchcraft? Blood magic? Those things ring a bell at all, Things that you shouldn’t touch! He wants to raise the dead! You people just killed his daughter!” Kivera tries to reason, yelling over the voices who shout degrading names or condemn her for what she is. Redirecting her glares towards Seth, she stares him down from her perch above the people.

“Is this how you want to remember her, or bring her back into? Just to die again by these hands?” Anger hisses out of her words. Seth drops to his knees in acceptance, for the time he spent in shock he forgot his own teachings. This is her last chance to break through to him before she either abandons this place or destroys it. Seeing Seth drop to his knees, Kivera is unsure if that is a good sign or bad, she glances back towards Vanth who is still standing just on the edges of the circle that had gathered around her.

Some of the people are still spewing venom but they have stopped throwing things at Kivera. Vanth has two people at his sides where he whispers things to them. After he was finished talking the two people make their way to the circle of people who make room for them. A creeping sensation runs through Kivera, one full of dread she can’t shake it and visibly shivers from seeing these people approach Seth. One of the men kneels in front of Seth, and the other motions the people back to give them room.

“Seth, we realized this great error and are trying to fix it. Your daughter was falsely accused of something the townspeople feared. In our haste and poorly guided people they acted on their own accord. Lord Vanth wants to make amends and right this wrong. You’ve heard of his miracles.” As this person spoke the expression on Seth widened and grew into joyful happiness, while the expression on Kivera’s was that of pure horror and disgust.

“This demon talking is not correct about that practice, she wants to keep Divinity’s soul for herself.” Vanth had moved closer and too kneels in front of Seth to speak reverently and let his words be all the fodder he needs to persuade him.

“Seth! Don’t listen to them! You said it yourself days ago that you find his practices barbaric and wrong!” Kivera keeps her distance but sees she is losing her stand against these people. She didn’t want to be in the same vicinity of Vanth, her nerves feel more alarmed since he stepped into the middle. Listening to Vanth prattle on, there is more to the soul she has than she realizes and Vanth wants it. Every fiber of her being now screams to get to the sanctuary of the realm of death to protect it.

“Are you sure?” Seth looks hopeful as if being lifted out of his darkness and grief at the hope being told to him. Kivera regards the people below with a red eyed stare as one stone thrower catches her left eye and she finally hisses at them. She snaps her fingers and sends a fire bolt down to create distance between herself and the townspeople. A few of them scamper far realizing she can throw fire and fight back if she chose to.

“Enough of that!” Her attention back onto the two below, she breathes a little from creating a buffer. The choice had to be made from Seth, she couldn’t leave without ensuring his safety as a promise back to Divinity. Kivera really hated her kindness in these moments but she holds her promises until she knows it can’t be fulfilled.

Vanth glances up seeing the fire and ignores the reaper hanging overhead seeing she tossed it to keep the others back. His attention is on the man to make a deal with him. What the angel is waiting for to see if there is salvation for these people or not.

“Of course Seth, it is possible, my Vera came back to me. Just as many of the others who have pledged their loyalty have seen the miracles I bring.” Vanth keeps Seth’s attention.

“The demon isn’t wrong though, it is a great strain in magic, and there is a price.” Vanth speaks low and in a false mournful tone. A hateful glare is exchanged between the two opposites. Vanth continues. “However she speaks nothing but death while I speak of life restored.”

“I’ll do anything, pay anything!” Seth no longer sees Kivera but only the man promising these words.

“I speak about letting go! Don’t twist my words you parasite.” Kivera snaps, and glares down at the two. Her attention full on them now forgetting the gatherers.

“Seth, I made a promise to Divinity to keep you safe, but I can’t keep that promise if you choose this path. Do you wish to put her through that again? To be persecuted for her practice you taught her?” She warns him, her hands moving to her scythe.

When Kivera speaks Divinity’s name it resounds in Seth’s ears and he remembers his daughter and how much he wants her back. Seth is deaf to her warnings as grief wins out; he looks to Vanth and takes his hands and kneels low.

“I can’t live without her. Please!” Vanth grins wide, as this man agrees to something without knowing the whole cost. Vanth closes his own hands on Seth’s and helps him up. Kivera is stunned at what she heard and wishes she hadn’t heard it.

“You’ve chosen wisely. My child, we’ll discuss payment later.” There is a bright green light that pools at Vanth’s feet; it spreads out to the surroundings underneath the townspeoples feet, most of them are startled and stare in awe. Kivera feels a burning sensation being close enough and she startles at the burning in her feet only to jump ontop of the snath of her scythe to get away from the flames. Kivera feels panic in herself as the orb on her scythe glows, she glances to it and realizes what is happening. She prepares a counter but encasing her scythe in the flames of the underworld.

The living people around them don’t realize they’re burning, by the time they do the screams that come out are a clamour of horrified and shock. Kivera can’t stop it once it begins, her own magic is meant for death, not life.

“I’m sorry Divinity…” Kivera says under her breath watching these humans melt on their feet in agony except the two in the center. Kivera covers her face to keep the smell of the burning out of it. Her eyes widen at the ground as a body forms from the dirt and resembles Divinity, from the ivory white hair, to cream complexion and blue eyes. She is surrounded in a bright fire and retains a soulless look on her face.

Seth reaches out to grab his daughter only to recoil back as the flames around her burns his hands to bone. Falling to the ground Seth cries out from the feeling of losing his hands like it is etched into his soul. It feels like acid slowly pouring on them as they melted away. Along with his hands the body of Seth’s daughter turns to ashes and flutters away. The broken father glances back to Vanth in question.

Vanth is watching this exchange with a maddening grin, seeing the humans around him wither away, something he was going to do anyway, but seeing this man reach out to his creation only to be burned brought an inner delight to this once medicine man.

“Dear me, I forgot to mention to not touch her until she is complete. Anything that disrupts the fire surrounding them diminishes the magic and I won’t be able to do it again.” As Vanth says this the glow disappears around them back to the darkness of night.

“You promised!” Seth stutters at first then anger appears in his voice realizing he has been conned.

“I kept my promise, you have nothing else to offer… unless.” Vanth trails off and gives Seth a look over.

“Unless what? Is there still a way to pay? Try it again!” Seth raises himself up as much as he could on what is left of his hands.

“Unless, you give me something that costs more than the lives of the townspeople you just signed over.” Vanth stares down at the man. “Your hands are burned… but that can be fixed over time.. In another town.” He appraises the body.

Kivera finally uncovers her face enough to see the aftermath, the people that had been throwing things at her are nothing but pools of mush almost liquified from the flames. Her eyes land on Seth and Vanth in the center of this pool. Seeing Seth on his hands knees her worry grows when she sees Vanth kneel down in front of Seth.

“If you desire to see your daughter again, then I’ll grant you your wish.” Vanth helps Seth to his feet, and taking his burned hands. A hopeful look back on Seth’s face only turns to pained horror as he feels something hot pierce his chest. He looks down to see a kris athame pierced his chest, deep enough to be fatal, but stabbed to avoid his heart for a slow bleed. The look of shock in Seth’s face as he stares at Vanth.

“Why?” Seth squeaks out through the pain wanting to know why he is betrayed.

“This isn’t what you wanted? You did want to see your daughter right? I told you there is a price to pay. I have no use of your soul, it’s too damaged for what I need. Your body; however I’ll take as payment for earlier.” Vanth watches Seth’s face realize the words he said earlier.

“Monster!” Seth glances for the first time over to Kivera.

“Help me!” Seth begs her, and Kivera regards him with a sorrowful expression.

“I can’t, you sold yourself. You belong to Vanth. I can’t touch what a lich taints.” Kivera watches Seth’s face fall in horror from her words, not even she could help him now?

“Why can’t you help me?” Unable to accept her answer.

“You chose to listen to the words of a lich, you chose this path against my warnings. Just as there was a price for the lich there is a price for death. You went against the nature of death and taboo in necromancy, not only for your daughter but sold your body to be his next host.” Kivera’s eyes are filled with anger enough that her irises are crimson.

“I am not allowed to take the soul of anyone who dabbles, conjures, or partakes in rituals that raise the dead. For it is your punishment to live with your mistake. It is a law I can’t betray. Not even for you, or Divinity. You gave that up the moment you said yes and used the people around you for the ritual and they, as corrupted as they were, were innocent despite their transgressions and fears.” She has resumed sitting on her scythe’s snath truly resembling a witch with her stance.

“What will happen to me then?” Seth could feel something stirring inside his body, something eating at him from the dagger, something that burned worse than the flames that took his hands off.

Kivera frowns again. “I can’t answer that.” With her words she gives Seth one last look, her eyes filled with anger but her expression is of sorrow. The moment that Seth's eyes dull from life she disappears knowing it is no longer him in that body. For the safety of the souls she is protecting she takes her leave before the lich emerges through his new host.

Vanth looks around to try and see where the angel went, seeing her gone he only smirks knowing she left. "Wise choice, but we'll see each other soon." At Vanth's feet green flames form again and surround the people he had used in his magic show. Slowly they begin to raise to their feet resembling their former selves but soulless like dolls. They flop to the ground as if they forgot how to walk, some of the skin melted or missing.

"Let's go my children."

#original works #original writing #Kivera siverstein #Divinity #Divinity's origins #character deaths

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mag-and-cheese · 5 years ago

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My very first time writting romance and fierrochase. A fluffy slumber party oneshot (super original)

I paced restlestly around my room as i thought about what i was about to do. I had invited Magnus into my room after dinner, to ask him something. That something was wether he wanted to sleep over. But i had been a girl then and i was feeling more masculine now. I was interupted when i heard someone knock on my door. "Come in!" A head of blonde locks came out behind the door. "Hey, Alex. You wanted to hang out? Isn't it a little to late for that?"

Here goes nothing "Yeah which is why i was going to ask wether or not you would like to have a slumber party?"

I saw his face turn a lovely hot pink as he seemed to consider it, for a moment i was scared that he would decline but to my surprise he nooded.

"Let me uhm..get some stuff first."

I stood up as i watched him head out. Might aswell get myself ready then, a part of me wanted to wait for him to return to get dressed infront of him if only to tease and embarras him further but i had been a boy since after dinner Today and i wasn't sure about how he would feel about that if i actually did it so i decieded against it and changed into my bright pink with white and lime green stars sprangled pj pants and my matching green shirt.

I had just brushed my teeth when Magnus came back in an oversized light grey sweater that seemed thin enough to sleep in and dark grey sweatpants.

"Hey hot stuff see something you like?" i called out to him mostly because i wanted to see how he would react. His answear came in form of a blush and an adorable mumble of what sounded like a weak "y-yeah..."

I couldn't help but coo wich made him bury his face in his sweater clad hands.

I trew myself on my bed in a starfish like way taking up all of the space trowing him a challenging look and a rude remark when he turned to make his way towards the couch. "Where do you think your'e going sunshine?"

"Don't call me sunshine! And i was heading to the couch!" He trew a couch pillow at me. I dogded it with ease. Now sitting on my bed i mentioned him to come over. Once he realized what i wanted he turned red but came none the less. He carefully sat down on the edge of the bed as if afraid i would hurt him. I didn't show it but i was hurt by that. "What? I don't bite come on!" It took a moment for him to register my words and crawl over the bed to sit next to me.

I trew my green and pink swirly blanket over the two of us. His leg was touching mine and i pretended not to notice how much it shook. Something in me was trying to connect his discomfort(?) with the fact that i was a guy but i shook it of. He would have already said something if that was what was bothering him, right? I looked over at the blonde. He looked super uncomfortable he was shaking like a leaf and obviously trying not to move. It broke my heart, i felt like i could cry.

"Magnus.." i hoped that he couldn't hear the crack in my voice.

"Yeah..?"

"You-you don't have to be here you know..."

"Alex..."

"What i'm trying to say is that if i make you uncomfortbale then you can just go..."

"Alex I.."

"I thought that me being a guy today wouldn't matter but i should have.."

Whatever i had wanted to say got lost in my troat as i felt a pair of soft lips on my cheek.

"M-Magnus?"

"I'm sorry i should have asked first...but i-i.. i like you Alex, a lot to be honest and i-i..uhm" he showd his face in his hands again his shoulders shaking. I engulfed him in a hug. The angle was slightly weird and uncomfortable but i didn't care. "Maggie..hey look at me."

I was faced with the most beautiful eyes i had seen they reminded me of mountains and cold winter mornings. Simply gorgeous. Looking at them was like taking a fresh breath. I cupped his now rosy cheeks and wished away his tears, mine probably now dripping down my own face.

"I love you."

I looked at his face, studying him waiting for his reaction. I didn't know what i expected, a smile, a nod, another glow episode? What i didn't expect however was for him to grab my wrists, pull my hands of his face and lean in to kiss me. It took me a moment to snap out of my daze and kiss back. Was this karma for the time i suprised him with a kiss? Gods, i loved karma.

As we both pulled back for air i couldn't help but take in the sight in front of me. A flustered Magnus covered in sweat gasping for air. My face suddenly feelt hot. Same as my lower regions. Shaking the image out of my mind as to not built up a tent over there i lowered my head to study the swirls of the blanket for a moment only for beantown to speak up again.

"Can we change positions? It's hard when were sitting next to each other."

He crawled over on the bed and sat down infront of me. I skook my head, folded my legs and pulled him on my lab. "Is this okay?"

His anwear was to bury his head in the crooc of my neck. He was now mumbling something but i couldn't pick it up. What i could however was feel his lips against my neck which of course caused me to giggle. "SToP oMG hAHahAha" He responded by blowing raspberries against my neck now. "MaGNUs StAPh!"

"Make me." i could feel his smile against my neck. You wanna play huh? Let's play then.

I grabbed him by the shoulders and trew him on the bed. Towering over him fingers gliding under his armpits i started to tickle. Shrieking and laughter filled the room. I then pulled his sweater up to blow atack his belly. He kept kicking and pulling my hair but it was worth it. "ALeX nUu sTaPh PaHLeSe hAHahaHa" After tickling his neko sock clad feet too and getting kicked in the face atleast twice i flopped back down on the bed yawning.

As i woke up the next morning it was to a ball of sunshine resting his head on my shoulder and cuddling close to me and the flash of a camera.

#my story #oneshot #it's cringy i know #magnue chase #fierrochase

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piccolodaimio · 5 years ago

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Sleep, who needs it.

"You should get some rest."

"I'll take the next shift, just please sleep."

"This isn't good for your health."

Sleep.....with sleep comes dreams and with dreams nightmares, the one thing that he wanted to avoid the most. Sighing Mongroól set his warglaives down and took a seat, his feet were aching along with the rest of his body but he wasn't going to just lay down and let his memories plauge him.

' You know how this fight will go, little elf.'

Groaning at the sound of the demons voice in his skull he feelt a headache coming on as well.

" For ones in your miserable excuse for a life, shut your mouth."

The growl he had expected in return was swapped with a taunting laughter.

'You know very well that you wouldn't be where you are today without me.'

"You're right I wouldn't. If it weren't for you I would still be living in Darnassus with my family. I would still have someone to love, to care for."

As the words left his tounge he feelt sadness wash over him, his flaming green eyes may not allow for tears to fall but the rest of his features showed the feeling very well.

' You can't blame me for everything , I was only following orders and you were the one coming after me seeking revenge. If you had been quicker you might have saved them but you weren't, you were slow and was barely able to handle a sword. Let alone the sight of blood, I've seen people brake down but you broke completely when I ran your precious sibling through with my blades. It was so much fun to taunt you and only get half hearted sobs in return, to bad I wasn't able to finish it. You would have made a great training dummy.'

As the demon droned on Mongroól began to slowly but surely tune them out, it was a small thing he had learned but in these cases it was precious. Still he couldn't shake the feelings of pain, sadness and grief he had wanted nothing more then to save his loved ones the day the demons invaded but he wasn't used to fighting back then. That must have been the reason he had frozen and barely been able to survive, the flashing images of his mutilated family snapped him back into reality. Shaking his head he stod up, picked up his warglaives and went outside.

"I can sleep when I'm dead, I have no need for it now."

#The plague of a demon hunter #Don't need or want sleep #Exhausted Night elf demon hunter #World of warcraft #Mongroól #A piece of Mongroóls struggles

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gutter-guy-100 · 8 years ago

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And There Were Daffodils in Her Eyes

Read chapter 6 on AO3

Minori and Mob had fallen into their own comfortable silence. They both sat drinking their tea, the room only filled with the distance sounds of traffic on the street a few floors below them. Usually when Mob is quiet it makes Minori anxious, but for some reason she feels more at ease is this moment. Maybe it’s the smell of lavender that filled the room, or the cool breeze that drifted in from the open window, or the hot tea that warmed Minori’s body with every sip, but she felt comfortable.

The peacefulness that had set over the room disappeared almost immediately when the door to the office suddenly swung open, a loud voice following it, “The nerve of some people in this city, I swear!” Minori perked up from her seat and looked towards the cause of the sudden commotion. A man in a grey suit stood at the doorway, just his presence alone seemed to fill the entire atmosphere with energy. “You’d think if a client is making a house call they’d be a bit more hospitable, but some people these days just have no manners.” He shut the office door and made his way over to the desk.

“What happened?” Mob asks as he meets his master at the desk.

“Haunted family antique. I had to smash it and the client’s were not very happy about it. I told them that's just how it is sometimes when it comes to spirits. I could have really used you there Mob. Write down ‘unhappy with excellent service’ on the Nakano file.” The man talks fast and with spastic flourished hand movements, Minori almost can't believe someone so flamboyant and loud could be Mob’s master.

Minori shifts uncomfortably in her seat,wondering if she should wait for Mob’s master to notice her or if she should speak up. She’s actually surprised that the man hadn’t noticed her yet, it's not exactly the largest office. Right when she finally feels the urge to speak up a pair of unfamiliar brown eyes meet hers. The man turns his complete attention towards Minori.

“Mob, you didn’t tell me that we had a client.” Minori quickly stood to her feet as Reigen made his way over to greet her, “How are you doing today, miss? I’m Reigen Arataka, Greatest Psychic of the 21st Century!” Reigen extended his hand and Minori quickly met it with her own and shook his hand. “How can we help you?”

“Asagiri-san isn’t a client.”

“Oh?” Reigen brought a finger to his chin and looked Minori up and down, “A friend of Mob’s? You don’t bring too many friends around the office, Mob.”

“I um,” Minori dug through her schoolbag and produced the white envelope, “You really helped me and my father, we wanted to properly that you.” Reigen took the envelope and carefully opened it, “He apologizes for not being able to give it to you himself, but he’s been held up at work.”

Reigen scanned the letter and then looked back at Minori, “Ah, right. The Asagiri family. No thanks is needed really, we were just doing our job, right Mob?” Mob, now standing at Reigen’s side, just nods.

“Well, he said that you declined the payment, so he wanted to know if there was another way we could thank you.”

A hand clasps her shoulder. She meets Reigen’s eyes that seemed to study her, “The best thanks you could give us is to continue living your life to the fullest. We didn’t save your life for you to go and waste it, understand?”

Minori feelt a lump grow in her throat that she couldn't quite swallow down. She blinked once, twice, and suddenly there were tears streaming down her cheeks, “Th-thank you R-Reigen-san…”

Both Mob and Reigen tense up at the sudden waterfall of tears running down Minor’s cheeks, “Mob, don’t just stand there, get the girl some tissues!”

“Ah, sorry!” He scrambles to the desk to grab the box of tissues and handed them to Minori, “A-are you okay, Asagiri-san?”

Minori blew her nose and wiped her tears with the back of her wrist. “Thank you Mob-kun, I’m fine really.” She looked back over to Reigen, “Really, if you ever need anything, me and my father are in your debt. Thank you.”

~~~~~

Friday morning Minori received a text from Teru that just said ‘come dressed in training clothes today’. Minori had sent a text back to ask why, but he never responded. Minori spent the whole day wondering what Teru could possibly have planned for her. She had missed two days of training in a row and something told her that he wasn’t going to ease her back into it. The only thing that she owned that really resembled training clothes was her gym uniform, so that’s what she showed up in.

When she got to their normal meeting place in the awakening lab she noticed that it was a little more cleared up that usual. The usual miscellaneous training equipment was all cleared out and the entire room was empty. That is, except for Teru and a very familiar looking redhead.

Teru turned his attention to Minori and smiled, “Welcome back Asagiri-san, I’m glad to have you. Even if you are five minutes late.”

“Oh, um, am I?” Minori checked the time on her phone, five minutes passed five o’clock. "Sorry."

“Don’t worry about it, we have more important things to worry about. Asagiri-san, I’d like you to meet my friend,” Teru motioned with his hand over to a short redheaded boy who was leaning against the back wall of the room, “This is-”

“We met already.” Shou made his way over to Minori, a smile crept over his face, “I knew I felt a strong aura from you yesterday. So you’re hanging out with Shige and now Teru, you must be a big deal, huh?”

Minori darted her eyes to the side to avoid direct eye contact with Shou. Something about his stare made her very uncomfortable, “I’m really not, I just really needed help with controlling my powers.”

“With my help Asagiri-san has already come very far. Asagiri, I think you’re ready to test your barrier, I want you to participate in a little spar.”

Minori’s eyes grew wide, “Y-you want me to fight you?!”

Teru made a noise that resembled something between a scoff and a genuine laugh, “Oh, God no! You’re not anywhere near ready to take on me. That’s why Suzuki-kun is here.”

“Oh, fuck you Teru. He’s making me fight you because he doesn’t wanna mess up his manicure.”

“I am asking you to train with her so I can observe.” The two exchanged a look that Minori would hardly describe as friendly. Teru turned to Minori, “I want to test the strength of your barrier and see how well you can defend yourself in battle.”

“But why? It’s not like I’m going to be fighting anyone, right?” Minori felt her stomach churn at just the thought of having to use her powers to fight others.

Teru shrugs as he walked to a corner of the room, “Better to be prepared for the worst, you never know when an attacker will be knocking at your door.”

Minori looked to Shou with worried-filled eyes, “What does he mean by that? I’m not in danger, am I? I'm not going to have to fight anyone, right?”

Shou smirked and raised a hand towards Minori, “Put up a barrier.”

“Wha-” Minori had no time to react when she’s smacked with a surge of psychic energy that knocks the air right out of her lungs. She took a deep breath and crossed her arms in front of her body to produce a barrier. Green energy surrounded her body and protected her from the second hit that Shou throws at her.

“A little too late for that barrier, don’t you think? You need faster reflexes.”

Minori groaned and turned to face Teru, “I know, but he didn’t give me time to-”

“An opponent isn’t going to wait for you to concentrate on putting up a barrier. You’re losing your focus now.”

“Yeah, you really shouldn’t take your eyes off of your enemy.” Minori turned around to find herself face to face with Shou. He blasted her with another surge of energy. This time her barrier is up, but the blast still sent her flying back a few feet.

Minori smiled, “Ha! Pretty strong barrier, right?”

“I can already see it cracking and I’m not even using half of my power! Come on, you can do better than that, right?” Shou winded back and threw a punch that smashed right through Minori’s barrier. Shou laughed, “Come on, this isn’t fun, it’s just pathetic.”

“Your first instinct should always be to put up another stronger barrier the moment your first one is smashed. Asagiri-san, I thought your reflexes were better than this. We’ve still got a lot of work to do, huh?”

Minori felt her face heat up, her emotions somewhere between angry and embarrassed. Her fists clench at her sides, she spoke through gritted teeth, “Yeah. I guess so.”

“Here, let me go and grab a few things. I’ll be right back.” Teru walked into the elevator, making eye contact with Shou before the door closed, “Play nice.”

“So, what’s your deal?”

Minori turned to face Shou, who was once again studying her with those icy eyes, “Um, what do you mean?”

“I mean, it’s not everyday Shigeo and Teru go out of their way to help someone out. What’s so special about you?”

“N-nothing really. I just needed help, Mob-kun and Teru-kun were kind enough to assist me. I’m not… I haven’t been the greatest person in the past, I’m lucky to have met Mob-kun.”

“Oh, I see.” Shou smiled, "I get your game now Asagiri. People like you are easy to read. You're some spoiled girl who's gotten everything she's ever wanted, and now you gotta work really hard to prove something to yourself. Maybe prove that you're more than just another mean little daddy's girl. Or maybe you’re trying to show Shige that you’re ‘a changed person’ or some dumb crap like that?” Minori’s balled her fists and visibly shook, this kid was somehow reading her like a children’s book, “Ha, that’s it, isn’t it? It's a pretty boring redemption story if you ask me. We’ve all seen it before. Just ask Teru."

Something about the way he laughed, the way he read her too well, the way Teru had been treating her, it all makes her snap. Old habits die hard. Her fists clench, she felt her nails digging into the palms of her hands. An all too familiar smirk stretched across her face as she remembered a detail she had found out about Shou.

"You know, I knew the name Suzuki sounded a little too familiar. You’re related to that esper that tried to take over the world a few months ago, right? That's one thing that made me really afraid of my powers, knowing that there are people like him who abuse their powers to hurt the weak. I never want to be like that. Actually, I'm surprised that Mob-kun trust you enough to let you stick around. They say that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree-"

Minori’s insolent rant was cut short when a fist connected to her stomach, leaving her breathless. She gasped quickly for air as tears stung her eyes. Doubled over in pain, she tilted her head up to be greeted by glaring ice-cold eyes.

"Don't start babbling about shit you know nothing about."

“I’m right, aren’t I?”

Shou threw another punch, but this time Minori had time to put up her barrier. A surge of psychic energy gathers at Minori's clenched fist as she straightened herself out. Green aura surrounded her as she winded back and swung a punch that only connected with the air. She stumbled forward and in a second her arm is grabbed and she's yanked into another punch in the gut. This time she fell to her hands and knees. She coughed up a small amount of blood and spit. Her stomach churns.

“Seriously? You can't even take a punch?”

Minori closed her eyes and braced herself for another hit. But it never came. When she opened her eyes she saw Teruki. Who was restraining Shou in a tight headlock.

"Let go of me!" The smaller boy thrashed and kicked, throwing what almost resembled a temper tantrum.

"Have you lost your mind? Taking hits on a girl who doesn't have half of the skills that you do? You could have seriously hurt her." He looked down to Minori, "Are you okay?"

"I'm... fine. I'm okay."

Shou lashed out, knocking Teru in the ribs with his elbow. Teru let out a groan as he lost his grip around Shou's neck. "She started it!" His eyes met Minori's, making her blood run cold, "Don't talk tough shit if you can't take a weak punch.”

"Suzuki. That's enough."

“Whatever.” With that, in the blink of an eye, Shou disappeared before their very eyes. Minori felt her body tense.

"Wh-where did he go?! Was that teleportation or something?" She frantically scanned the room looking for him.

Teru scoffed, "No. it's just bending light." Then the 'ding' from the elevator went of, Minori watched as the doors opened. "Your little trick doesn't work when the only exit is the elevator, Suzuki."

A mumbled "Fuck off" was heard from an invisible source as the elevator door shuts.

Teru extended his hand to Minori, “You should be careful about what you say, Asagiri-san. There are some people you don’t want to make your enemy.”

Minori batted away his hand and stood to her feet, staggering a bit as she did, “I don’t need your advice. I can handle myself just fine, thanks.”

Teru crossed his arms over his chest, “Obviously you can’t. But, fine, go ahead and keep making dumb choices. Just know that I won’t be your backup the next time Suzuki decides to charge at you.” He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, “You know what, I think we’re done for today. Monday I really want to work with your barrier though, okay?”

“Yeah. okay.”

#mp100 #Mob Psycho 100 #mp100 fic #and there were daffodils in her eyes

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onesidedimpel · 7 years ago

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chocolate hair chapter 2 shopping in korea

The next day i woke up with a light headache, Groaning lightly a i sat up on my bed. I rubbed my eyes and looked around, Ida was still asleep so i wuietly got up and got to the kitchen with with phone and headphones , listning to taeyang as i made some tea. my phone had a million notice on its screen but i was to tired to check it right away. I went out on the roof/balcony to check out the view, smiling at the soft breeze touching my cheek. the houses going up to the sky, people chattering down on the street, birds chirping and my head filled with wonderful music, i sat there with my blueberry tea and pajamas on. this was truley the best just looking out over seoul, seeing the morning sky, pink and blue. The door soon opend and Ida walked out with her own cup with tea. she sat down next to me. her hair was fluffy and messy, but it still looked amazing. our classes wouldent start intill next week so we had4 days to get settled in. so today was to shop some clothes, get our uniforms and buy some food so we could eat. --- once we had gotten ready, we both wearing our favorite outfits, mine; highwaisted blue jeans, a black T-shirt, with a darkblue bomber jacket, and White converse. my hair in a messy bun on my head. and Ida wearing Black High waisted Jeans with holes in the knees, a striped White and black shirt, with a couple of black Vans. her hair straightend, laying flat but it still had volume in it, looking Amazing as usually. befor we left we toke a mirror selfie doing our aegyo. I toke my bag and we where off into the city, we walked down our street to go to the bus stop, we waited for the bus for about 5 minutes, once we got on we paid for the ride and toke the seats futher down in the bus, we both where excited and couldent stop joking and laughing around, we soon where in the mall. As we walked through store through store , buying more and more clothes, we had worked for two years to affored this whole thing so of course we where gonna spend the Money abit, we stopped by a café to take a break and get something to eat. -''uaaagh my legs hurts'' I complained after i had orderd and was now sitting in one of the chairs with Ida across from me. I leaned my head back, all our shopping bags where on the side of the chairs. -'' I feel you'' Ida said and sighed lightly. I soon looked forward again after a minute of just complaining, our drinks where soon served, I had a Mango smoothie while Ida had a strawberry one. -''that Yellow hoodie really was cute, im glad i got u to buy it '' Ida said afer awhile as we looked through the clothes we bought and chatted about how happy we where with the uniforms. -''me to, it is sure as hell cute as fuck'' I said and smiled, taking a sip from the smoothie, smiling at the good flavour and the Little suger rush i got. -''I like the baby blue shirt you got with the Avocado you got '' I said to Ida and she smiled. -''I wasent sure if it would fit my body you know so i was abit unconfident about it but it sure was looking good though'' Ida said drinking from her smoothie. I dont know what it was but i had feelt Eyes on me ever since we got into the café but i couldent seem to locate who was looking at me. Me and Ida had already been sitting there for a good 22 minutes, when 7 new costumers walked in, at first i didnt notice who it was Intill ida looked and told me, we both feelt abit tense as we didnt wanna fangirl infront of them. The BTS members where fooling around as usual, being cute and all and when my Eyes saw NamJoon, i feelt my heart stop and then started to Pound alot like it wanted to jump right out and into NamJoon's Arms. once the members had orderd they toke a big table so all of them could sit but it still had one chair to Little so NamJoon walked over to our table. -''Can I take this chair?'' He asked in korean and me and Ida looked at eachother, i probably looked terrified. -''Ah yeah you can take it '' Ida answerd in English as we knew he would understand, he smiled politly -''Thank you , Ladie's '' He said in his dark voice, giving me abit of the chills down my spine. I smiled softly back as he then toke the chair and carried it over to their table, he sat down, the rest of the members glanced over at us and both me and Ida tried not show how badly we wanted to go and ask for a Picture with them. we sat their eventually with our phones, snapping eachother over snow trying to discuss if we should ask for a Picture or not. I toke Another big sip from my smoothie and glanced over at the BTS members and got Eye Contact with NamJoon, i had a hard time hiding my blush or look away but when i got Another snap from Ida i tored my Eyes away from his. Eventually i convinced Ida that we should get a Picture and that this was once in a Life time chance. we both got up and gatherd our things , making sure that we didnt forget anything at our table. me and Ida held eachothers hands as we walked over to their table. -''Excuse me? ehm, can we ask for a Picture or is it a bad time?'' Me and Ida said , almost in a unison. in English of course The Members looked at us with big Eyes as they noticed and Heard we werent korean. with Ida's light blond hair and green eyes and my chocolate Brown hair and blue Eyes. -'' Ah yeah yeah sure we can'' Jungkook said with a thick accent, he stood up , for being the youngest he was very tall,, the others agreed, it was noticeble that he didnt speak English very much. the other members stood up as well so we could take a photo together. I held up my phone trying to get everyone into the Picture but was to short, soon NamJoon toke the phone holding up more so everyone got to be in the Picture, me and ida next to eachother in the middle , and the rest around us, everyone doing ageyo faces. After the photo was taken NamJoon gave me the phone back, our hands lightly touched abit. giving me the chills again. -''Thank you so much, sorry to bother you'' I said. Namjoon looked at me and smiled. -'' your welcome , hey arent you that girl at the airport?'' NamJoon asked, looking at me. I blushed lightly. -'' ehm yeah its me, thanks again for the help at that time and thanks for the photo'' I said, bowing my head abit. -'' ah no no dont thank me, im glad to be of help, im sorry about you being pushed and all, i really hope you two come to the Concert this weekend'' NamJoon said with the biggest and brightest smile. -'' ah yeah, of course we would come!'' I said happily , the rest of members joined in the conversation, being happy to know we both would come, i feelt Ida's hand grab onto mine, she had been quiet the whole time, she was very nervous and probably scared to faint. -'' we will do our best and also befor you go...'' NamJoon said and grabbed a tissue and a pen, Writing something down. -''here..'' he said and gave the tissue to me, i grabbed it. -'' thanks , see you at the concert'' I said befor me and Ida left them so they could continue eating. I didnt dare to look at the tissue just yet , both me and Ida needed air after this. We walked out of the mall to grab some air. this was abit to much, we had meet them two times now in a row more then we ever thought we would ever be to see them. -''omg I can't belive this... its to much for me , my heart can't handle'' Ida said, holding a hand over her chest towards her heart. -'' I know right, we got to see them Close up again and talk to them aswell.... '' I said, we sat down on a bench. -'' let me see that photo, i swear to god that one of them had their arm around me'' Ida said leaning on me as i toke up my phone to check the photo. correct, Suga held his arm around Ida, suga was Ida's bias. she let out a silent scream as she fangirled over this. -''Let's look at the tissue NamJoon gave you, i wanna know what it says...'' She then said after calming down. -''ah yes , i almost forgot about it'' i toke the tissue up , slowly opening it, it revealed a number, was this NamJoon's Number, had he given me his number? -''omg!!!! you got his number!!!!'' Ida screamed, not so silent anymore. ---

((hello hello, this is the second chapter of this story, what do you Think of it? ur welcome to like and comment, the story will also be posted on my tumblr oppaNamJoon, hope you will continue Reading this ♥ there will be a second part aswell))

#NamJoon #kim namjoon #rapmon #bts #Fanfiction

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