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Dig a Grave to Dig Out a Ghost - Chapter 20

Original Title: 挖坟挖出鬼

Genres: Drama, Horror, Mystery, Supernatural, Yaoi

This translation is based on multiple MTLs and my own limited knowledge of Chinese characters. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

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Chapter 20 - Wronged

Xiao Yu didn't make him do anything this time. Lin Yan pulled over a small bench and sat by the bathtub. When he opened his eyes again, Xiao Yu was lying on the edge of the bathtub, his face directly in front of Lin Yan's. Lin Yan almost fell off the bench in fright. He straightened himself, hand clutching at his chest.

What was wrong? Why was he suddenly so nervous? Lin Yan shook his head vigorously to get rid of the strange thoughts in his mind and took a deep breath. He gathered Xiao Yu's hair and soaked it in the water, building up suds in his hands. The temperature in the room from the summer night and two bodies was really uncomfortable, but the air around the ghost felt like it was being blown out of a refrigerator. Lin Yan, greedy for a bit of the coolness emanating off him, pressed his fingers against Xiao Yu's scalp, rubbing it gently. He couldn't help but proudly exclaim: "I'm pretty good at this, aren't I? Am I better than your maid?"

Xiao Yu raised his hand and touched his face. Lin Yan ducked, trying to dodge, but didn't get out of the way in time and his face was smeared with foam. He started playing with it, scooping the foam up and smearing it onto Xiao Yu's face. When he inadvertently wiped it on his eyes, Xiao Yu didn't duck away. He blinked and caught Lin Yan's wrist, and whispered, "That hurts."

"Don't-don't move, I'll help you wash it out." Lin Yan was startled. He lowered the temperature of the faucet water and poured it over Xiao Yu's head. The ghost closed his eyes docilely, and his black hair flattened against his shoulders under the impact of the water. Lin Yan brushed away the foam on his eyelids with his fingers. He couldn't help but look down. A pair of long eyebrows that always appeared uneven, eyes slightly closed, neat sideburns, and the bridge of his nose so sharp, it was like a knife. . . It was really... how could a ghost look so pretty. . .

Lin Yan was in a daze, and a thought appeared in his mind.

A kiss. . . A kiss would be okay.

After all, he had been kissed so many times before.

He could just return the favour.

Lin Yan slowly lowered his head, and pressed his lips to Xiao Yu's cheek. . .

Bang. The cold metal shell of the showerhead slammed against the edge of the bathtub and made a muffled thud. Lin Yan was frightened and jumped back, and he came back to his senses. What he was doing? Lin Yan stared blankly at the showerhead that kept spraying water after it fell in the bathtub. From his neck all the way to his cheeks, he flushed as red as a cooked piece of shrimp.

He must have been out of his mind to try and kiss a ghost that was trying to kill him.

"Lin Yan." Xiao Yu gently called him, picking up the shower and placing it into Lin Yan's hand. His wet arms wrapped around Lin Yan's neck and forced his head down. Lin Yan reacted instinctively and tried to pull away. However, the ghost was too strong. One tried desperately to back away, the other dragging him forward. Lin Yan’s flip-flops slipped on the soapy floor. He lost his balance and pushed into Xiao Yu as he fell into the bathtub.

There was a muffled thump, and water splashed in all directions. Lin Yan was soaked from head to toe. He pulled himself up on the edge of the bath and spit out mouthfuls of water. He angrily wiped the soap bubbles off his face. He turned over, pushing Xiao Yu down and muttered: "Ok, you bastard, see if I help you now!" The sloshing water continued to make noise, and the two people huddled together in the hot water.

The steam accumulating in the bathroom grew thicker and thicker, and it was even getting difficult to see the outline of the door. The water vapour formed beads on the black and white shower curtain, rolling down in small drops. Lin Yan threw his drenched T-shirt onto the ground, lying side by side with Xiao Yu in only his boxers. Xiao Yu's whole body was as cool as marble, and it was very refreshing to stick to him.

Lin Yan stared at the ceiling and let out a long sigh of relief. It had been half a year, and this empty house had the touch of another human for the first time since Weiwei left. It just so happened that the human turned out to be a ghost.

It was like a real home. He could hear the mundane sounds of activities when he got back every day. Someone was there to watch TV with him during dinner. When he fell asleep, he could wrap his leg around the body of the person next to him. When he took a bath, there was someone splashing around and making trouble for him. There was someone there to complain about whether he put too much salt in their food or not, someone who could help him through nightmares. Lin Yan thought, whether it was the so-called 'love' or not, it felt good having someone by his side.

Lin Yan nudged Xiao Yu with his elbow, and sighed softly, "If you were still alive, we could be friends. You could come to my house for sweet and sour pork ribs on the weekend."

"Yin Zhou used to be cheeky and lounged around my place, but now he's too afraid and you and won't come anymore."

Xiao Yu suddenly turned his face and pulled on Lin Yan's arm, fixedly looking at him. He said slowly, ". . . Come with me."

"On July 15?" Lin Yan felt cold.

Xiao Yu nodded seriously.

Lin Yan stared at his fingers in a daze. He wasn't sure how to convince such a stubborn and domineering ghost, and he didn't want to disappoint him, but they were both just too different. He would look for a job, maybe get married, raise some kids, and spend the rest of his dull life eating and working. Xiao Yu should walk his own path, too. He walked through the Sanzu River, went over the Naihe Bridge, and drank the clear water from a wooden bowl. From then on, he could forget the past, treat his future as a blank piece of white paper and write himself a new life.

Pick up the pen, dip it in the ink, and forget about what came before. They should never have crossed paths.

"I can't." Lin Yan said softly, "I still have parents, friends. Xiao Yu, don't make things difficult. I have to live."

"No matter how difficult it is, I'll help you remember why you're here so you can fulfill your wish." Lin Yan sat up on the edge of the bathtub. "You have to be a good ghost so you can get reincarnated. Maybe we can meet again in the next life. I'll be a bearded old man by then, and I promise you won't be able to look away when you see me."

Lin Yan lifted up the edge of his wet boxers, stepping onto the tiles and trying to climb out. Suddenly a cold hand stretched out from underneath the water to grab his ankle, and then yanked hard. The bottom of the pool was wet and slippery. Lin Yan was already standing unsteadily, and he fell straight on his back. The moment his head hit the edge of the bathtub, it was cushioned by a palm. With a muffled sound, Lin Yan rested on the side of the bathtub with both hands under the water. The sharp pain in his back made him suck in a cold breath. When he opened his eyes, he was faced with a pair of cloudy pupils, reflecting his figure, infinitely embarrassed.

The surrounding temperature instantly cooled down.

Oh, he was angry.

After a moment of hesitation, Xiao Yu grabbed Lin Yan's hair and pressed him into the water. Lin Yan kicked his legs indiscriminately. The warm water rushed around from all directions. He was unable to breathe, unable to even make a sound. The warm water mixed with the shower gel poured into his mouth and went up his nose. Lin Yan shook his head helplessly under the water, and a hand that stretched out from the water squeezed Xiao Yu's wrist tightly.

The sound of the gurgling water seemed to be magnified by a loudspeaker when it hit his eardrums. His vision was distorted by the water flow, but he could make out Xiao Yu's wicked and vicious face. One hand wrapped around Lin Yan's neck and kept him underwater, the other hand wantonly stroking his chest.

The pain of suffocation and choking on water cut through his lungs like a razor blade. While his hair floated under the water, his eyes were wide open, full of fear and despair.

With a splash of water, Lin Yan was pulled up from under the water against Xiao Yu's waist and buckled softly against Xiao Yu's body. Unable to get up in a breath, Lin Yan closed his eyes and unconsciously squeezed Xiao Yu's arm. Lin Yan spit out a mouthful of water and started coughing violently until his back was beaten a few times.

It hurt everywhere. His nose, lungs, and back were all screaming like crazy. Lin Yan had never felt this crappy before in his life. He gasped for breath, coughing and spitting water, his ears buzzing. It was like a rag doll being pushed around by Xiao Yu. It took a long time to calm himself down, sobbing aggrievedly.

"Lin Yan, Lin Yan. . ." The hushed voice was full of anxiety, and his icy hand stroked down his back like he was a kitten.

"Don't touch me, stay away from me. . ." Lin Yan trembled on Xiao Yu's shoulder.

There was a small pop sound. The light in the bathroom went out, and their surroundings sank into dark silence.

The sudden darkness made Lin Yan's vision go black. All he could feel was a pair of cold hands supporting his waist. With a gentle tug, he fell back into Xiao Yu's arms. He tilted his head slightly, and his lips were sealed by the man's. His tongue was like a snake's, slithering in and licking around.

He was gentle, but he also wasn't allowing any room for Lin Yan to resist. Xiao Yu’s arms lay across his chest like steel tongs. Lin Yan couldn’t move his neck. He could only slightly tilt his head to match the other. He opened his lips and let the cool tongue slip in and out of his mouth. Then, the overwhelming emotions tumbled out, forcing him to respond.

The previous violent acts seemed to have allowed this ghost to gain complete control over him, but after three or two minutes of lingering teasing, Lin Yan's whole body softened, and the sudden breathing caused the pain in his chest to spike again. Lin Yan grabbed Xiao Yu's arm, muttering softly between the deep kisses: "It hurts. Xiao Yu, it hurts."

The steel tongs loosened, and Lin Yan leaned over the edge of the bathtub and coughed vigorously.

The cold hand rubbed his back and then started to lightly pat it. Until Lin Yan's breathing slowly calmed down, he clasped his abdomen from behind, hooking his arms around him and gently licked his earlobe.

"Hey. . ." After having an extremely sensitive place sucked repeatedly, Lin Yan couldn't help sucking in a breath and he curled up his legs.

The snake-like tongue refused to let him go. After getting that initial response, his tongue moved up his ear and made a suggestive sound beside it, while his palm restlessly stroked Lin Yan's chest, pressing into his incessantly. Lin Yan's breathing started to heat up. His whole body felt like it was on fire, but his mind was clear. Lin Yan pursed his lips and tried to control his body's reaction. With his head resting on Xiao Yu's shoulder, he raised his gaze to look at him. His eyes were filled with rage but also with desire. Looking at the pair of eyes filled with such vivid emotions, Xiao Yu was stunned. He lowered his head and continued to kiss him.

The handsome man curled up in his arms was like a cat. As Xiao Yu's kiss deepened, drool slipped out from the corners of Lin Yan's mouth. He only felt that his reactions were completely out of his control. Xiao Yu's bare legs were wedged between his knees, Lin Yan couldn't help but pester him further, his legs clamped around him and rubbed gently into him.

Like a slab of marble, he was firm and cold, a sharp contrast with the heat emanating from the bathtub.

Ever since this all started, he was constantly being teased. First, he was teased with being touched, then teased with him the sight of him. The ghost had kissed him everywhere from his fingers to his forehead in public crowds so often that it was even driving God crazy at this point. Lin Yan shifted desperately and wrapped his arms around Xiao Yu's waist, the desire that had been suppressed all night pouring out of him. Clearly, he had been born gay. Lin Yan hopelessly squeezed the ghost's waist. His heart was angry but his body felt like it was being electrified. Right up until Xiao Yu peeled off the thin pair of boxers he was wearing, his cold palms had been rubbing against his already very reactive member through the white cotton underwear.

"Go away." Lin Yan shook his head helplessly with a low voice: "Don't touch me."

The man's expression in front of him didn't change. His eyebrows stretched to his temples and the steam formed tiny droplets of water on his jade-like face, soaking his freshly washed black hair, it sticking to his face. His thin lips looked like they had been smeared with honey. The ghost couldn't blush, nor could he tremble and sweat like Lin Yan. Lin Yan panted heavily with Xiao Yu's movements, raising his gaze to stare at those chaotic eyes. Not a hint of clarity could be seen in them at this point. They looked like the eyes of a beast, filled with the intent to kill, holding no remorse. Xiao Yu hooked the edge of Lin Yan's underwear with his fingers, wrapping his hand around the limb that enthusiastically popped out.

A string of sparks exploded in Lin Yan's mind, the intense pleasure making him unable to resist biting down on the ghost's shoulder.

"Xiao Yu. . . you're already dead. . ."

". . . Please, don't. . ."

"Xiao Yu. . . let me go."

Lin Yan shook his head uncomfortably, one hand hooked around Xiao Yu's neck as his hand jerked, breathing more and more rapidly. Xiao Yu clenched his waist and spun him around so that he had to cross his legs around the other's hips, the stiffness between his thighs rubbing against Lin Yan's stomach. The shame and frustration of it all made Lin Yan unable to control himself. He must be going crazy. None of this should be happening. Ghosts and humans are two very different things. Even though he knew that the ghost was there to take his life, he couldn't resist. His heart was on fire, the steam in the bathroom felt boiling hot, the thrill of ravenous pleasure making him burn from the inside out.

"Don't touch me anymore. . ."

"Please, please, Xiao Yu. . . I feel like I'm dying. . ."

"I want, I want. . ." Lin Yan's nose was soaked in beads of sweat, and his cheeks were flushed. He was flustered, talking nonsense like a beast in heat. Xiao Yu pulled his face towards him and kissed him again. Lin Yan stuck his tongue into Xiao Yu’s mouth and wrapped his lips around his to deepen it. The hand that was gripping Xiao Yu's shoulder was caught and led down to hold the large object pressed against his stomach. The two were entwined in the tub, moving in each other's hands.

Desire overtook him. Lin Yan whimpered and bit Xiao Yu’s neck. His hand was covered by Xiao Yu, leading him to grasp the two members touching each other. The almost masturbatory action completely shattered his self-esteem. At the same time, the desire that he had secretly concealed for years was magnified beyond what he could bear. In front of him was the nape of Xiao Yu's neck and the indentation of his collarbone. The hot organ between his thighs rubbed against Xiao Yu. The hot water came up just high enough to cover the frigid body of the other person. Lin Yan put his damp head on Xiao Yu's shoulders. His body arched. He let out a low groan and a white cloud was released all over Xiao Yu's body.

He must be crazy. Lin Yan panted heavily on Xiao Yu's shoulder. His vision was a bit blurry, but the eyes of the person under him seemed to grow cold for a moment. Before Lin Yan was able to calm himself down, Xiao Yu abruptly pushed him off and rolled out of the tub.

"What are you doing?" Lin Yan asked tremblingly on the edge of the bathtub.

Xiao Yu didn't respond. He picked up the shirt with a snake pattern embroidered on it that Lin Yan had thrown on the chair and draped it over his body. He turned his back to him, fixed his hair and tied the belt around himself. He looked back at him with a pair of cold black eyes filled with contempt, marched out of the bathroom and slammed the door heavily.

There was a muffled sound.

Lin Yan lay in the bathtub alone, clutching at the cold ceramic tiles with his soaking wet hands, unable to even get a word out.

With a small click, the light came back on.

[The author has something to say: it's spoiler time! The monster-catching squad is getting together again, and it's not to catch Xiao Yu this time, but a . . . Xiao Yu will be here as a monster catcher this time, too! The husband and wife are quarrelling. Warm and hearing little paragraph~

I'll explain the nature of ghosts. It was originally the task of the little Daoist priest in the following chapters, but since everyone is asking me, I'll tell you in advance. In the Maoshan religion, ghosts are creatures that are inferior to the living. They can cultivate into an ethereal body, and then a real body, which means that even the most powerful ghosts have to head towards the living realm to increase their power. Xiao Yu, as a ghost who has cultivated his true body, can control his form and maintain his human desire (lol, this is very important!). He's more like a demon or a monster than a ghost, lol~

He can sleep. I think it’s just a habit of being a human being. He can talk. Of course ghosts can talk. Xiao Yu’just degraded a bit after staying in the dark for a long time. He will naturally change back when he gets along with Lin Yan. . . He will become more and more like a human being. After all, he wants to marry a wife, right?]

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writingsilly · 4 years

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Underwater (ch. VII)

Description: Your bad behaviour led you to stay the whole summer in your town of birth with your grandfather. The very first day, you went for a walk to the beach and had an encounter with a stranger that would change your whole life.

Pairing: Reader x Merman!Taehyung.

Genre: Angst, suspense, sci-fi.

Trigger warnings (!!!): Blood, swearing, angst.

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It was all about appearances, you had decided. Somewhere in the middle of the conversation, Taehyung had stopped looking like an evil human-like creature. For a second, his gaze was not lurking in the dark, but rather looking for a friend. It was easy to simply think of him as a heartless being, someone who only cared about himself, and you were sure, without a doubt, that he was it. However, when the moonlight hit his face, caressing his sharp features, it led your mind elsewhere. You suddenly wondered if he felt scared to be on the surface. But you could not ask. He liked to keep everything to himself, only opened his mouth when necessary, and even then, it was like cracking a code. Every word he uttered insinuated something else, and as much as you tried, whatever was hiding beneath was just out of reach.

These questions haunted you, even after you got back home. There was a ticking sound constantly there, in your head, and it seemed to grow louder when you were ready to get some shut-eye, and, one way or the other, you ended up spiralling around the same matter: him. Replaying in your head every word he had uttered since you met him, as if you would somehow unveil the hiding meaning, but it only made it more difficult to remember his exact statements. You would doubt yourself. Was that what he had said? Had he used that word? You were not sure anymore.

It was near six in the morning when you got up and headed to the kitchen. After taking out a pan, a bowl and a whisk, you looked across the living room. The curtains were not shut and, outside the window, you noticed the soft outline of an old chair. You did not try to look any farther than that piece of furniture, the anticipation was not exhilarating anymore, thanks to a certain someone.

Fair enough, you had never been a fan of the dark; the younger you was terrified of it, actually. However, somewhere in the middle of that long car ride, when you were moving to the city with your father, when the radio could not be heard anymore, you found yourself staring outside the window. It might have been the lack of sleep, but the lights stopped shining over you. For just a few hours, you forgot where you were going to, and after being stressed by the move and by leaving your grandfather behind, it had been the first time the darkness had offered you a helping hand. Almost as if someone had said: “it will be okay”. The possibilities waiting for you in the city were suddenly in front of you, glowing in the dark, clearly there for you.

That sense of security faded as soon as you woke up the next day in the middle of a house that was not yours, even if your father had paid for it, even if it said so on paper.

A wild thought jumped on you, making you tear your eyes away from the window, the idea of Taehyung hiding in the dark, ready to pounce as soon as you let your guard down. You walked over there, closed the curtains and reminded yourself what you needed to focus on right then: pancakes for an extremely early breakfast. Making sure to make enough for two, and to not burn them in the process, you also made some orange juice so you could swallow down those… Chances were, they were dry.

Your grandfather’s door creaked at five to seven in the morning. His steps, slow but steady, could be heard getting near. You faintly wondered if he had had a debate with himself on whether or not to get out and face you given what had happened yesterday. You wouldn’t have been surprised if he had. Your family was known for its stubbornness, and you were no different, but that was not the issue in hand, was it? An explanation would have been nice, right? And the curiosity was killing you.

Finally, he walked into the room, looking like he had not slept all night. You were used to it, watching your family work until they passed out, or walking around looking like zombies because of sleep-deprivation, but only then it had hit you with such force… When he emerged from his room with eyebags reflecting a long and lonely night, and the little hair he had left on his head all over the place… It broke your heart. It brought back a feeling you had worked so hard to keep buried deep down. You were young when it happened, but it was impossible to ignore, the big, grey cloud over your grandfather’s head. It followed him around like a stray dog he had decided to feed one time, the more you fed him, the more he would be around.

It was rather difficult to come to terms with the fact that your grandfather was getting worse and worse with every passing day. Grief changed everyone, right? You were sad as well, then why did it seem to be more serious when it was about him? Your father did not give you a good explanation, such a characteristic thing of him to do, but he had say something that stuck with you till then:

“I offered him a hand many times. It’s time for him to decide whether to keep swimming or to drown.”

It was as if you were walking on eggshells for months. You had to be careful not to mention her, not to say the name of your own grandmother... Getting rid of most of her stuff certainly helped, even though it had been extremely difficult for your grandfather to let go, but every now and then, you would find a lipstick tube laying around, or maybe a hairclip, you, somehow, had looked past, and it was down the rabbit hole again for him. It took him four lonely, and surely harsh, years, but he had climbed back up from that ditch. He was himself again, just like you remembered him.

Until now.

“Good morning,” you smiled but you received no answer, “I made you breakfast.”

“No, thank you.”

Had he noticed you were gone all night? No, impossible. He would have mentioned it… Right?

But then again, you were not exactly on speaking terms. Silly of you to assume that a bunch of pancakes would set things right… It was worth the try, though.

After taking a quick shower and grabbing your backpack, you walked out of the house, using the back door, of course, because you would not have been able to stand your grandfather’s glare this early in the morning.

There was a slight smell of rain in the air. You looked up and stared at what it looked like a bunch of unforgiving clouds ready to burst any minute now. You thought about Jungkook and Hoseok, about the city, were they already enjoying the rain? You wondered if they had decided to respect your tradition, or if they had chosen to forget about it altogether, you also hoped they had done the latter only because it would make things easier. The thought of them stuck in the playground tunnel in the middle of a storm made your chest feel tight.

Either way, there was nothing you could do about it.

With the hope of having at least twenty minutes more, you rushed your pace. Unlike the other day, as you got near the city centre, you did not notice a lot of people outside. No one judging you, no one glaring at you, but, somehow, you did not feel at ease. With every step, your breathing would halt for just a few seconds, and then more, a second too long. It was not until you reminded yourself to inhale, when you realised you were not breathing at all. The air seemed thicker than usual, you could not breathe enough to fill your lungs, it was even harder to exhale it completely.

The fountain, resting in the middle of town, was some sight, you decided. You definitely remembered it from years ago, although, your perspective of it had changed. Looking at it now, it was not the same sculpture of an angel looking at you from the sky. Although it was not about how much you grew, which was not a significant amount, it was rather more about finding a new source of fear. A decayed angel, attached to a fountain that had stopped working a long time ago was nothing compared to what could chase you until your legs could not take it anymore. Nevertheless, the nightmares were still fresh in your mind. The feeling of rough wings scratching your skin, a high pitched scream coming deep down from that marble figure had proved to be enough to make you avoid that particular area of town for at least a year.

As you got closer, you noticed the dark water surrounding the sculpture. You would not have been surprised if they told you they had never replaced it. You were able to clearly see the bags under your eyes in your reflection. It did not matter how much time you had spent doing your makeup, you could still feel their weight on your face. With every blink, your eyes watered, reminding you of the previous night. Considering yourself sly, you had tried to choose the brightest clothes you could find in your suitcase; a white tank top, a pair of baby blue shorts and your white trainers, but despite your efforts, you could not deny it: you looked like hell.

You scoffed at your reflection, as if that would have made it any better.

“Yeah, contaminated water drives me insane as well.”

The white tee looked big over his body, it was rather obvious that it was not his, and the combination of grey sweats and black trainers was unsettling considering it was not particularly cold outside. It led your mind to places you did not want it to be; where did he get those clothes from? Was someone else involved in this? Did he steal them? Did he hurt anyone? Taehyung, as much as it angered you to admit it, he was capable of doing some damage, otherwise, you would not have been helping him.

It was enough with you. The thought of him terrorising someone else in the same way he was doing it to you, or even worse, was unbearable.

His presence itself was overly daunting, and having Taehyung as close to you as he was now, caused you to step back, even if that meant falling right in the fountain. Taehyung was faster, however, as he grabbed your left wrist and pulled you away from danger to an even worse finale. His grip burned on your skin and carved your bracelet in. The blood did not take long to ooze out, leaving a fire trail behind. You stared at it for what it seemed like hours. It was darker than you remembered, reflecting the grey sky above you. Taehyung was not letting go.

“Let go,” you muttered.

But he squeezed even more, preventing any movement. A cry got stuck in your throat, and his eyes were staring down at you. You were not sure what he wanted from you, but he was not giving you much room to comply.

“Say that again.”

You raised your gaze, came across a smile, the kind of shit-eating grin that made your skin crawl.

For a few seconds, and despite the pain, you allowed yourself to look around you. He was not scared of showing the power he held over you, it did not matter to him if someone saw you in this position. Or maybe, he was taking advantage of the fact that not that many people were around, not with this weather, a promising storm, lurking from the sky.

“L-let me g-go.”

The only way you found it possible to utter those words was by avoiding his eyes. It was not enough, as he applied more pressure over your wrist. You did not dare to look down, but you would not have been surprised to see your bracelet slowly sinking into your skin until there was nothing left.

And then, it was gone. Your arm felt light once again.

A breath of fresh air entered your lungs so fast it made you dizzy for a moment. Your left hand searched for support in the air, and without thinking about it, you clutched Taehyung’s shoulder. The bracelet was still there, hanging from your unscathed wrist. It felt like it was mocking you.

“What?”

“Take your hand off me, human,” he spat before slapping your hand away.

“What just happened?” you asked.

Even after staring at it, it did not seem real. The blood was there just a moment ago! The paralysing pain along your whole arm, not only your wrist… It could not have been only in your head.

“I told you to do your research,” Taehyung hummed. As he turned around, you raised your hand to take a good look at it once again.

It was like a déjà vu.

It was near eleven in the morning when you decided you needed some sugar in your system. Taehyung had told you to walk him around. You trudged around some shops. No one seemed to be eager to see you. Out of the few people who crossed your path, they all reacted in the same way: a cold stare. You acted as if you did not know who they were. The reality was, you did.

Guess you had grown up so much they did not recognise you.

“Let’s sit down here,” you suggested, “I need something to drink.”

Taehyung gave a look at the café, the chairs, the table and then shrugged. A nice-looking girl, around your age, came out a few minutes later with a menú between her hands. You noticed the pretty, red nail polish over her nails and the way her blonde hair glowed even under a cloud-covered sky. You did not even bother to check your reflection in the window next to you.

“Just orange juice for me, please,” you said. She nodded and turned to Taehyung.

What ensued next was one of the most, if not the most, awkward silence you had ever experienced in your whole life. The waitress waited until he turned his eyes away from you and focused on her. She opened her mouth, ready to ask him his order, but her chirpy voice never came out. Her cheeks slowly gained some colour, even beneath her makeup, you noticed her blush making an appearance. However, Taehyung did not seem impressed. In fact, he dared to raise his eyebrows in disdain.

“He’s not having anything, don’t worry,” you stepped in.

The poor waitress mumbled something underneath her breath and then rushed her way out of the situation. Taehyung’s gaze followed her figure, unfaced for what had just occurred. Seeing her practically run inside the café made you feel sorry for her. Taehyung had turned into one of those clients who waiters and waitresses talked about for years and years… Not in a good way. From day one, he had been messing around with your head and there were so many things you could not quite understand, but one thing was obvious; he did not know how to behave around humans. Clearly.

“What just happened?”

“Is that your favourite phrase? You keep repeating it,” he said, now looking at you with a bored expression.

“You were so rude to her! Why-”

“No one gave her permission to talk to me.”

It was rather easy to forget he was not human when you only focused on his looks. Getting lost in his eyes, the way his curly hair bounced with every step he took, his elegant figure and sharp profile. He could fool anyone into thinking he was the perfect man. But then, he said stuff like that, and the spell would break into a million pieces. He was still away from his own reality, away from home where everyone acted in a different way. And, you were more than sure, he was used to receiving a special treatment underwater. He was the kingdom’s heir, after all.

“Okay, in the surface, we don’t need permission to talk to anyone,” you informed. “And even if we did, why do you let me talk to you?”

“You’re my guide here, you’re allowed to talk to me.”

The only thing you could do right then was to sigh. A guide. That was a nice way to put it.

The waitress came back, but just as you tried to apologise, she ran back inside again, leaving the bill on the table along with the orange juice. The sugar grains had not dissolved so you stirred your drink with the bright pink, paper straw until they were almost gone.

“Have you been there already?”

Taehyung pointed across the street, at Namjoon’s grandmother’s bookstore, and your chest tightened.

You had heard many times that the best hiding spot was on plain sight, right under your nose, and because Namjoon did not deserve to be involved in this mess, you wanted to believe this was the best way to do it. How many times did you have to make the same mistake until you actually learned your lesson?

“Um, yeah, a couple times when I was little.”

It was a lie. A dirty lie. But at this point, it did not matter anymore.

He hummed, loud enough for you to hear and long enough to make you hold your breath. His eyes scanned your face, and you wondered if he had already figured out the truth. You thought about the kind of movements you were doing, anything that might make your lying obvious. Either way, it was too late to even try. Your heart was beating like crazy. Under his scrutinising gaze, he could choke you without the need of touching you. It was overwhelming. You had to breathe.

Across the street, the infamous bookshop held itself together, imposing, despite the storm making its way across the sky. Inside, you noticed a dim light, presumably from a few candles that you knew were there thanks to your last visit. The windows did not show a lot of the inside, and you were thankful of that. The thought of Namjoon recognising you through the glass was haunting enough to make you turn your eyes away.

From the other side of the table, Taehyung was having a blast, you could already tell, dissecting every movement of yours to get what he wanted. You tried to brush your mishap off by taking a sip of your orange juice. He followed your actions, dropping his eyes to your throat as you swallowed your drink. It was bitter, and the sugar grains scratched their way down making you cough.

“You think they have something about me?”

A chill crossed past your body. It was the type of feeling that, when people told you about it, you could do nothing but nod, because there was no way you could understand what they were describing, but when it happened to you… The thought of it, the feeling, you were sure it was never going to leave your mind nor your body, like a phantom limb. A couple of words were strong enough to reduce you to a trembling mess. Your brain was in the middle of an angry tide, and your fingers looked for a buoy.

You wanted to reply, you wanted to lie, but every time your mouth opened to make up some story, anything to distract him, as if a great amount of water gushed in, you felt like coughing.

“You have been there, am I right?” he asked, now smiling. You did not answer. “Now, why would you hide that from me, huh? Is there someone you are trying to protect?”

At least a hundred people, that was for sure. Namjoon and his grandmother were only a fraction of those you did not want tangled up in this mess.

“Answer me.”

“I’ve been there, but I didn't find anything useful.”

You weren't even sure about what you had found. It seemed important, but to could it be useful to Taehyung? Doubtful. However, you weren’t ready to tell him anything about it. Not until you could be one hundred percent sure what it was and what it held.

“Then, maybe you didn’t look thoroughly enough,” he thought out loud. “Let’s go.”

He did not wait for you as he stood up and made his way to the bookstore. Out of sheer shock, you stared at his back while he confidently crossed the street. The moment he stopped in front of the building and turned around to offer you a smile, you snapped out of your trance. Desperately, you fished out a bill from your back pocket and put it on the table before running across the street to meet him.

“Listen, I didn’t find anything–”

“You came back…”

It didn't matter how calm his voice was, seeing Namjoon so close to Taehyung, made your heart almost jump out of your chest. You failed. There was no turning back now. Taehyung raised his eyebrows at you, a clear message: I won. From the door frame, Namjoon looked at you and then at Taehyung with what might have been the biggest question mark on his face. You couldn't blame him, though.

“Your brother?” he asked while pointing at him. Taehyung scoffed as a response that did not surprise you at all.

Was it wise to answer? You were pretty much following commands from Taehyung, so you couldn’t push your luck by responding that kind of question, right?

“I am Kim Taehyung.”

When Namjoon’s gaze tried to look for yours, you couldn’t help but tear your eyes away. Taehyung cleared his throat and put his hand on your back, clearly demanding your attention. There was nothing you could do but giving in and look back at him. You met his wicked smile, silently taunting you, and then a chuckle.

“Um, yeah, this is Taehyung,” you murmured, still looking at him.

The tension in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Namjoon noticed, he was not stupid, he could sense something was wrong. He clearly remembered you mentioning Taehyung, if he didn’t he wouldn't be so concerned. You wondered when he was going to ask the question, you were dreading it, actually, because Taehyung had been clear since day one: no one was supposed to know about him. Still, there was something that didn’t make sense; if no one could know about him, why did he introduce himself to Namjoon? The only answer to that question you could think of was that, perhaps, he was planning on tangling him up in this malevolent game of his… But you couldn't let that happen. It was enough with you. “She told me all about this bookstore, I had to check it out,” Taehyung said.

It hurt to hear him talk in such a way, but a peek at Namjoon almost made you smile, because he was not having it. He crossed his arms over his chest and hummed slowly, taking in Taehyung’s words as if they were part of a treaty between nations. You knew Taehyung could not be enjoying Namjoon’s attentive gaze but, somehow, he didn’t even peep before Namjoon moved aside, letting you in.

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Little Princess - Chapter 10 Part 3

September 21, 2017

An agitated Adrianna had her shaking hand on her Porsche steering wheel, driving nervously. The weather had dramatically changed, the sun disappeared covered by dark clouds, a storm was on it's way. Heavy raindrops began to pour on the car's window, forcing Adrianna to start the windscreen wipers, those seemed helpless as the rain and forming mist affected the visibility. Adrianna reduced her driving speed as a precaution. But the stormy weather was the least of her sorrow, she couldn't help thinking about Lena and the spine-chilling revelations this one shared. Adrianna couldn't get over that, thinking on the eventual consequences of her abortion, and as miraculous as it looked, for the very first time she had her hand on her belly, smiling at her own surprise.

"What are we going to do little baby, can you help me?" She mumbled as she caressed her stomach. "The connection with your baby will show up with time, just learn to love that child" These words echoed in her mind. Adrianna shook her head, as if she was trying to get rid of her guilt but unsuccessfully.

"What do we do little one, will you forget me for doing that horrendous thing to you, should we stay together, should I tell your dad, gosh if only you could talk!" Adrianna wiped the tears flowing down her cheeks. All of that situation summed up her feelings, she felt she would explode soon like an atomic bomb, her nerves were out of control.

"Or should we drive off to aunty Claire's office?" Adrianna asked while her phone rang breaking off her first conversation ever with her baby.

"Shit, I forgot to connect my phone to the car speakers!" She said annoyed, while her right hand tried to fetch for her phone stuck inside her handbag. She tried to keep her mind focused on her driving, keeping an eye from time to time on the road and her left hand controlling the steering wheel.

"Come on!" She cursed as her phone wasn't reachable, she turned her head to her bag trying to get a sight on her phone. The mist forming outside became more and more thicker and dark, nothing could be seen. "Damn you fucking phone!" She said annoyed.

As she finally had reached over the ringing iPhone, in the next second a violent sound was all she remembered as a car coming from her left at a pretty fast speed, hitting her car violently to her driving side. It's all she heard before her eyes closed, her face covered with blood and felt unconscious, her head leaning on the airbag.

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A sharp pain inside her dead, that was what she felt as her eyes slowly opened. Even though the windows were covered with green curtains, the thin dim light made things harder for Adrianna. Her eyes fully opened but still painful adjusted to the light. While touching her head, her fingers could touch a sort of gauze stuck on her forehand.

"What did happen?" She spoke to herself with a confused state of mind. Adrianna turnef her head to her right and could notice her dad fell asleep in the chair and his head laying on her bed. Her mom was sleeping on the white sofa in the corner of the medical room. Adrianna tried to change her position to feel a little more comfortable, but her body refused any moves, her ribs felt like they would break at any moment, while her left arm wasn't better either. All she had in mind was the horrendous sound of the car crash then everything turned black.

"Adri, you're awakened daring?" Her dad asked with a big smile on his face. You could tell he felt revived again, as a sigh of relief escaped his mouth.

"Dad, what happened?" Adrianna asked, very confused.

"You had a car accident, a terrible car accident baby, you have no severe injuries, but serious bruises, scratches all over your body!"

"This explains the pain I'm sensing now!"

"You got lucky Adri, really Lucky, we thought we were gonna lose you, gosh Adrianna, if you didn't survive, we ..." Emotions filled her dad, not allowing him to finish his words.

"But I'm alive and well dad!" Adrianna put her less painful hand on his dad's. As she pronounced these words, her motherhood instinct took over, she wanted to know if her baby was doing ok. But terror swathed her, with the fear of her parents reaction to the situation.

"Both of you are alive darling, both, the baby is doing good!"

"Oh thank god!" She sighed in relief rolling her eyes. A feeling of pure joy wrapped her to her dad's word

"Adri, why haven't you told us about your pregnancy?"

"Because I didn't want him to be born, I hated this baby because it has not been conceived at the right time, and I didn't feel ready to become a mom, but now things have changed, I changed my mind, I want to have him so much!!"

"Did you fear our reaction?"

"Yes very much, you know I don't want to reveal who the dad is, I mean I will but not in the meantime!"

"Come on, you're our daughter, we would have never judged you, you know that Adri, we love you and you have our full support!"

"I know dad, but this situation is quite embarrassing, what will people think on me when they'll see I'm pregnant, no boyfriend, nothing, and you are aware how people are good at speculating!

"We'll find a solution to that, I promise, you are not alone, we're gonna be grandparents, I promise we're gonna spoil rotten that child!"

"Yes, I'm sure of that, does anyone know I'm here?"

"Oh yes darling, Kylie, Claire were the first to arrive, while you were asleep on yesterday, Marco, Roman and other boys visited you, Jenny Schmelzer visited you too and the entire team signed you a giant gift card, at the moment Clair is in the private waiting room, she had asked me to signal her when you'd he awake, do you want to see her?"

"Of course I want her to come, go and get her please."

"Alright, your mom stayed awake all night long to keep an eye on you, she is sleeping soundly, don't wake her up please, and I'll see you later, I love you baby girl!" Her dad kissed her forehead.

The wait wasn't very long for Clair to enter the bedroom. You could tell by her face expression how bad she felt. This one exploded with tears as she ran into Adrianna's arms.

"Ouch, please, be gentle, I'm alive but my body is broken!" Adrianna said with a clumsy smile.

"Oh yes, sure thing... how are you feeling love?" Claire asked with a brittle voice.

"I feel like I've been crushed by some heavy vehicles, but alive!"

"Gosh, Adrianna, do you realize how you fucking scared me!" Claire softly spoke as her hand caressed gently Adrianna's cheek.

"I'm so sorry about that!" Adrianna apologised to her friend.

"What happened, just tell me everything, we have plenty of time ahead!"

"Yes, but I'm feeling so tired, I'd like to have plenty of rest!"

"Oh... [Claire looked taken aback] yes sure love!" "What happened?"

"I was on my way to the clinic, it began to rain so heavily and the visibility turned so blurry, I couldn't see shit, my phone was ringing, I tried to fetch it and it happened so suddenly, that's all I remember!"

"Baby girl, I'm so sorry, gosh!"

"No, it's okay, I'm okay, we are okay!" Adrianna smiled.

"We, you mean you and the baby right?!' Claire asked, surprised by the word we.

"Yes, he's okay!"

"Adri, listen, I wasn't allowed to judge you, you know, it's your life, if this baby is going to harm your health... I'm so so sorry for everything I said!"

"Claire, I want to thank you, you were right about me, I can't get rid of this baby, he's innocent, so pure, I can't do that, Lena made me realize how bad my decision was, how horrible it was, and... all of this series of events, these were signs that I took in consideration, I want to have the baby, really, I do!"

"Oh my gosh, Adrianna, you do... I mean it's so amazing, you won't be alone, we're gonna stand by your side, every step of the way, you're going to have a baby girl, woah!"

"Yes, mom and dad have been informed and dad was angry for not having told him, I'm.no more worried now, I just want to make sure that I'm making good decisions.!"

"Of course you are, but wait does that mean you are going to tell Jadon?"

"No.. no [Adrianna shook her head], Claire, he's still a child!"

"It's ok I understand, don't stress over Jadon for now, we'll see what we can do about this, I know he's so young, but I believe he has the right to know, because if he gets to find out the truth, he's gonna be devilishly mad at you!"

"I'm very conscious of that, but I decided to be a single mom Claire.!"

#jadon sancho #jadon sancho-little princess #jadon sancho fanfiction #football fanfic #football fanfiction

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Terror-bae

One where I don’t really have a proper description?

Feferi is accidentally subjected to a ‘test’, and through it becomes a powerful monster lady. Lots of story. A little implied sexualness. Nothing explicit.

-Mod FJ

"HEIRESS, PROCEED THROUGH HERE, THE SUBJECT IS READY.” Feferi gave the drone a smile - the things creeped her out, and scared her, and she was glad that they stayed outside the room as she walked into the sterile white cell that the test subject was waiting in.

Feferi was, like any respectable potential empress, skilled in pretty much every topic that could vaguely be construed as useful - science, technology, combat, she had done it all. Some of it only barely though. Like now, when was being forced by her tutor to run a series of tests based around-

Feferi stopped for a few moments, gawping. At an average 5ft6 she thought of herself as tall, and anyone else as too tall or short. This woman was sitting on a chair, and it took a good few feet away from her height, and her head was STILL above Feferi’s. Feferi licked her lips. Yes, she’d enjoy this test. She checked the clipboard.

“Miss... Uh. H? The records say that you’ve been reprimanded for excessive combat pursuits for your non-combat role.”

“That’s correct. This is part of the reprimand, I think.” Miss H looked down at Feferi. Feferi became aware of a layer of sweat over her face that wasn’t there before, and that she was blushing, and that she really loved girls- “Can we please get this over with?”

Feferi blinked, and then nodded, blushing harder. She looked at the clipboard again, and walked over to a nearby tray, where there were four syringes - all empty - and some sterilization equipment. She saw Miss H’s eyes widen, just for a moment. “Scared of needles?”

“... Yes.”

Feferi sniggered, taking the statement at face value. It didn’t occur to her that the woman could have other reasons to not want a needle in her arm. “Well then, close your eyes and it’ll be over soon.”

Swab, find, stab, draw. Feferi struggled with the stab part, and Miss H took the needle herself to get it in sooner, drawing out a test-tube worth of vivid, jade green blood. Feferi stared again, and decided that this was getting ridiculous.

As she took the second needle, Miss H spoke up. “Do you know why they are taking my blood to do tests?”

“Of course,” Feferi replied, automatically, drawing the second batch from the woman, even though it was a lie. Miss H smiled.

“They think injecting my blood into someone will make them stronger.”

Feferi laughed, but the idea stuck. By the time she was handling the third needle, she had a mental picture of herself - taller than everyone else, stronger than everyone else, stronger than the empress, THE STRONGEST. As she drew the blood out for the fourth needle, she quickly swiped a bit of Miss H’s blood from the woman’s arm, and swallowed it. It burned on the way down. Like it tasted of power.

Miss H put her hand over the entry hole, and stood up, waking over to the tray and looking for some kind of bandage. There were none. Feferi turned around to look at the behemoth woman.

“That’s it, you can go now.”

“I know.”

Feferi turned towards the door. She heard a clink. The door began to open. She felt the air move, and went to duck to the side as she heard a swoosh of air, and the sudden crack of glass on the floor. A jabbing pain filled her side, and she yelled in pain as she stumbled, Miss H dropping an empty syringe to the ground and barreling out the door. A drone began to make a wailing noise, and Feferi was vaguely aware of Miss H grabbing it and slamming it into a wall as Feferi herself fell to the ground, passing out.

A few hours later, Feferi woke up. She was still in the gown, and sirens were blaring. Groaning, she got to her feet, and unsteadily walked out the door. Devastation filled her path, but she couldn’t focus on that. Instead, she kept walking, heading outside, stumbling to her private vehicle - thankfully, one of the groups of cars that was still intact - and slumped into the back seat, ordering the driver to take her to a nearby hotel. She passed out again.

When she came to this time, she was in a hotel bed, alone. She felt clearer headed now, less in pain, less confused. The curtains were drawn, and nothing else could be clearly heard, so it was probably day out. After a few minutes of searching, she found the tv remote. Flicking it on, the news was about the unfortunate fire started in an imperial research lab by a rogue scientist. Feferi snorted. Yeah, sure. The view switched to a destroyed lab - probably the same one. Good thing she got out.

Almost creaking with the effort, Feferi dragged herself into the bathroom, ready to take a shower, and glanced into the mirror. Her powerful frame looked back at her, tired and needing food, full of barely contained strength-

She ran up to the sink, grabbing the side. What. WHAT. “WHAT?!” She wasn’t that strong! That toned! That... Alluring.

Staring into her eyes, Feferi felt wide awake. Her arms were chiseled, where before they’d been toned. Her chest was cup sizes larger, and as she gave herself a grope she felt a core of muscle that hadn’t been there before. She had abs - an honest to goodness set of abs, clearly visible, and her thighs looked like they could crack skulls!

She reached up, wiping away drool from her mouth as she looked over her body for the entry wound - there, between her grubscars, was where the needle had gone in. Part of the metal was still in there, and she tugged it out with her fingernails, dropping it into the bin as she marvelled at herself. Miss H had been right. Miss H had given her, an heiress, a gift, and then ruined the Empress’s day by wrecking all the research around herself. She laughed, starting as a snigger, and turning into a shrieking howl that echoed around the room. Someone next door thumped on the wall, and she forced herself to shut up, grinning widely. She’d find a way to thank Miss H later.

Walking out into the main part of room, she realised that she was starving. She ordered a multitude of things through room service - enough to feed five, sure, but she was STARVING. She hadn’t eaten all day, and she’d become a beacon of trolldom and that had taken a lot out of her body. When the person brought it up to her, she wasn’t even dressed in a towel, and she dragged the tray in without another word, closing the door on them and letting them see her mighty physique. She giggled. It was good to be able to call her own body “mighty.”

Putting down a glass of milkshake, it clinked against something. Feferi turned to look, and stared. On her bedside table, between a clock and her phone, was a syringe. She hadn’t checked her phone since she woke up, and she did so now - a dozen texts from Sollux, a bunch from her friends, and one from a number she didn’t know, that she assumed was Miss H - “The other syringe will be more dangerous. Meet me here and I’ll help you with the results.”

Feferi muttered the message under her breath a few times, and let out a short “HAH!”

“She thinks I need HELP?! Yeah right! I’ll meet her there and show her how AMAZING I am!”

With the theatrics of a born showtroll, Feferi jabbed the second needle into her arm, and injected the vial of blood into her body, giggling all the while. This time she was able to put the vial down safely, and she scooped up the blood that escaped before going to get a plaster-

Feferi reached the bathroom, and stopped again. The wound was gone. Both were now gone. She leaned over the counter, and heard a crack as her grip broke the stone under it. Eyes widening in horror, she stumbled back, and tripped under her growing bulk as her body visibly shifted. Her fingers shifted, nails lengthening and sharpening and becoming sharp claws as her hand’s shape changed. The changes began to run up her arm now, grey skin becoming pink scales that glowed with unnatural light. She felt her jaw shift, crack slightly as her teeth became fangs, massive, rending fangs, strong enough to break metal. She closed her eyes, screaming in a voice that distorted and cracked as her hair became longer, thicker, more like seaweed, tumbling down to her knees. Her powerful legs lengthened, her whole body becoming taller while she sat there, and as she stumbled up to her feet, panicking now, she bumped her head on the ceiling, her horns reshaping into hooklike curves that hung down by her ears, sharp and tricky, adding to her monstrous appearance. She stepped out to the balcony, stumbling and falling over again as her legs cracked, and from between them she saw a tail - massive, powerful, covered in the same scales as the rest of her monstrous body - take shape and drag out, splitting into something almost like a shark’s tail as she pulled back the curtains and opened the window, tearing them down in the hope that the burning sun would maybe do something to her before someone found her - maybe get rid of the scales, or make it not look like her, so someone would assume he’d been eaten and it wouldn’t be-

She’d been standing in the sun for a few seconds now. It felt... Nice. Warm. Reassuring.

She dared to open her eyes, and found that yes, it was a nice day. Quiet. Nobody else was around. She stared over the city, an eight foot sea monster, strong enough to crush stone and steel.

Still scared, but now with an avenue out, the naked heiress nodded to herself.

She’d go see this Miss H. She’d find out her secrets. And then she’d take over the empire, to make herself safe, and stop anyone else finding out about this amazing power.

Stopping onto to grab the syringe and swallow it, enjoying the taste of the glass and metal as they went painlessly down her throat, she lept off of the balcony, setting out to her new destiny as a sea-tyrant.

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