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Track 03: Sympathy is a knife

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Summary: you’re Jiyongs ex and you find out he’s got a new girlfriend and you can’t help but always compare yourself to her.

Warnings: 18+, mdni, smut, Self hatred, breakup, heartbreak, insecurities, cheating (Ji on his new partner).

A/n: my part of the brat summer writing event! Thank yall so much for having me. I will warn you this will not be as good as any of the others on here because it was rushed and smut is my strong point NOT angst (sorryyy🙏💔). Anyways please go and support these writers, they’re extraordinary.

A/n edit: this was not meant to be a smut fic and I’m completely aware it goes of plot. Just go with it.

You didn’t expect him to move on so fast, especially when your heart still so desperately ached for him. You often laid in bed, bundled in the same sheets you and him shared so many memories in. You hadn’t changed them since he moved out, you knew it was probably seen as disgusting but you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. The faint lingering scent of his cologne on the expensive sheets was the only thing getting you to sleep at night.

You stared up at the ceiling wondering where it all went wrong, wondering if his mind was filled with thoughts of you like yours was of him. You had hopes that maybe he would come crawling back to you. even if he for some reason looked happier than ever without you.

That hope lasted, until it didn’t. Of course dispatch being their usual selves can’t give idols a single ounce of privacy. So that’s how you found out Jiyong had found a new girl. She was a pretty model, way prettier than you were in your eyes. She was perfect. Slim figure, killer style, prettiest features. You couldn’t help but almost feel happy for him. I mean he was doing so much better probably because he’d found someone a hell of a lot better than you.

You decided to make it worse for yourself and scroll through the pictures dispatch had uploaded. They were caught kissing, holding hands, going on cozy dates. Just like he used to do with you, you didn’t even realise you were crying until a tear had slid of off your face and onto your phone. You quickly wiped it and threw your phone onto the other side of your bed and tried to fall asleep.

From then you completely spiralled. Your friends noticed and tried to tell you that you were enough and Jiyong didn’t know what he lost. But that voice in your head told you that he knew exactly what he lost and he’s probably happy about it. Probably laughing with his new girl at old photos of you and picking apart every.single.flaw. You don’t say anything about it though, you just smile and nod blinking back tears. You need the fucking sympathy.

The voices in your head were there constantly. Every time you woke up the first thing you’d think about is them. How he was probably waking up tangled together with a girl who is everything you could never be. Everytime you looked in the mirror you saw every single flaw stand out like it was highlighted in bright yellow, constantly comparing yourself to her. The wild voices in your head were slowly but surely tearing you apart.

Everyone was worried about you but you didn’t give a fuck. In your head this was normal, you deserved to feel like this. Every single drop of sympathy you received, you told yourself was a lie, it felt like a fucking knife being stabbed into your heart over and over again. You couldn’t even be her if you tried and it fucking hurt, you were at constant war with your head and it felt never ending. It was so so exhausting.

Your friends had tried to be nice and bought you tickets to Jiyongs first show in Seoul. You weren’t going to go but you were practically dragged. You walked into the venue, hat low, sunglasses covering your eyes so no photographers saw you. You knew what they were like. If they saw you at Jiyongs show they’d assume you were back together or something and you didn’t want to ruin his new relationship Infact you didn’t even want him to see you tonight. You were too insecure now, you felt disgusting compared to his new girl.

You had actually forgotten about everything going on in your head for awhile. The atmosphere was brilliant, energetic crowd, beautiful vocals of course from Jiyong and pretty lights. It was all good until you decided to excuse yourself to go to the bathroom and you saw her. The girl who had unknowingly made your life hell. The girl who had completely ruined your confidence even though she didnt even know you. The girl who had been taking over your brain so much, that if anyone could see inside your head they’d probably think you were in love with her.

She walked straight past you, and you were glad. You wouldnt even know what to do with yourself if she had spoken to you. Break down crying? Act nice? You had no clue. Your eyes lingered on her as she walked off, beautiful smile plastered on her Perfect face. God it was like she was made of angel dust. You watched as she headed off to go backstage.

Your stomach turned. That was you once upon a time, happily chatting with security as they led you to see your sweaty, tired but none the less perfect boyfriend after he’d finished performing. And now you were so easily replaced, it almost felt like someone was ripping out your insides just at the thought of it.

You pulled out a pack of cigarettes and leaned against the cold hard wall, lighting the blunt and taking a long drag. As you exhaled you heard footsteps, you thought it was security coming because you were smoking and that wasn’t allowed in the venue. But when you looked up and saw Jiyong, you were shocked.

“You know you shouldn’t be doing that but I’m not going to stop you” he said, voice kind of rough after performing but still held that softness that it always had.

You didn’t even know what to say. It had been ages since you and him last spoke and you expected him to be backstage with his girl.

“Shouldn’t you be spending time with your girlfriend? I just saw her go backstage.” Your voice was shaky half because of the cold and half because you were so nervous it was almost humiliating.

“You were always observant.” He said leaning back against the wall next to you. “But no, that’s actually the reason I’m out here because she’s complaining I don’t spend enough time with her.”

He didn’t sound bothered about it at all which concerned you because he would always make enough time for you back when you two were dating.

“So instead of fixing that, you’re out here with your ex? Very convenient.” You scoffed but you weren’t mad, how could you be?

He watched as you took another drag, almost mesmerised.

“Yeah no I actually came out here to find you, I heard you were coming.” He gently took your jaw making you look up at him.

Your breath hitched as his hand made contact with your skin, it felt so right yet so wrong. You leaned closer testing the waters and he smirked cockily.

“So eager hm?” He murmured before connecting his lips with yours. You shivered as he did so, all of the feelings rushing back to you. A wave of nostalgia hit you, he still tasted the same after all of this time. Like mint and cigarettes.

You jumped into his arms and wrapped your legs around his waist.

“Are you okay with this, Jagi?” His voice was raspy as he said it making you blush. You nodded as you reconnected your lips with his.

He slips a hand under your shirt, his cold ring-decorated fingers making you shiver. You felt him growing hard between your things and every worry about the situation in your head disappears.

When you lifted your arms up he took it as a signal to pull off the shirt you were wearing. His eyes gaze over you like he’d been waiting for this moment, it was making you shudder.

His fingers slide around to the clasp of your bra and he slides it off, your breasts bouncing as he does so. He licks his lips before flicking it over your already hardened nipple. He kisses all of the way up your chest and neck before stopping at your parted mouth.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” He whispers, breath hot on your lips. “But I just can’t help myself around you.”

This was the most content you’ve felt since the breakup. It was pathetic really but you had missed this. His lips met yours again, his tongue carefully exploring your mouth while your hips started grinding against him.

“Fuck Jagi I’m not going to last if you keep doing that to me.” His voice was strained and it was so fucking hot.

Your hand reached between you both to hold him through his pants that he had worn on stage. He let out a throaty moan as you rubbed him up and down.

He sets you down and works his way down your body, kissing and licking every part until his mouth stopped at the waistband of your shorts. He slid them off and smirked when he saw the wetness on your panties.

“We won’t be needing these.” He chuckled. He then slid off the Lace material, fingers tickling.

As soon as his mouth is on you, your back arching and you grinded onto his face. You let out desperate needy cries as he took his time sucking your aching, throbbing clit into his mouth. The pleasure jolts through your body and he lets out a little grumble that you felt vibrate on your pussy as his tongue worked its way up your folds making you cry his name out.

You thought he would have relented by now due to how much you were squirming and moaning, but it was not. He secured his arms around your legs, pinning you in position, holding onto you tighter when the overstimulation causes you to start squirming. Watching him bury his face in your pussy, devouring you and moaning happily after so long was too much.

“One more baby.” He murmured into your pink flesh.

And uninevitabley your body does exactly what he asks.

“That’s a good girl.” He cooed before climbing back up your body and brushed out sweat-dampened hair from your forehead. Your sweaty palms struggled to un do his pants but when you finally did you pushed his boxers down watching his hardened cock spring free, you moved your hand up and down and watched him as he groaned in pleasure and his eyes rolling back into his head.

You tasted yourself as you pulled him back in for a slow gentle kiss while also feeling him thrusting it into your hand.

“I dont have a condom with me, it’s not something I’d usually bring to me to a performance.” He said with a chuckle. “I hope you don’t mind or we don’t have to do it if you don’t feel comfy without.”

You shook your head softly, “no I don’t mind Ji.” The nickname still slipping out after all this time.

He lines himself up with your entrance and gently slid himself in. You had had one or two hookups since you and Jiyong broke up but nothing too serious and this was ten times more intense. You feel every bit of him inside of you.

He panted into your shoulder as he adjusted to being inside of you after all of this time.

“Fuck y/n you feel so good, all wet and ready for me.” His voice was deep and needy.

He starts thrusting himself into me hard, your skin was ready to burst into flames and every hair on your body was stood up and you wanted more.

“Mm please Ji harder and faster.” You wrapped your legs around him and crossed your feet at the bottom of his back.

“mm shit y/n I won’t fucking last, you feel so good.” His voice was more desperate than ever.

You started to use your feet to lift your hips and slide up and down him and rolled your hips when you got to the tip.

You wanted him to fuck you right into the wall until you both lost your minds but Ofcourse he always wanted to be careful with you.

“I don’t care Jiyong.” You said with honesty. “I’m begging you to give me all you’ve got.”

You see a smirk flash across his lips as he put his arms under you and gripped your shoulders. You were trying to hide your excited expression but he Ofcourse noticed it and his smirk grew wider.

“Right, hold onto me and remember you asked for it.” He said smirk wider than ever.

His hands that were gripped onto your shoulders tugged you down as he rammed himself in and out of your pussy. Each thrust had you crying in pleasure into his mouths and your nails leaving marks on his broad shoulders. Your legs were vibrating and every time he goes deeper your legs tightened around him.

“Jiyong.” You cried.

“I know baby, I know.” He said, resting his forehead on yours and his lips smash onto yours in desperation.

“You’re such a good girl taking it all.”

“Im close Ji” you cried out, grabbing the back of his neck with your sweaty hands.

“Come for me baby let me feel you.”

“Jiyong, mm fuck.”

Your whole body melts as you cum all over his cock. His body collapsed onto yours, both of your body heats mingling together as you felt him throbbing inside of you.

After you two had gotten dressed Jiyongs phone buzzed. He read the message his eyes lighting up slightly before looking at you.

“My girlfriend, or should I say now ex, has left so I can take you backstage and clean you up properly if you want.” He didn’t want to be un gentleman like and just let you go home.

You were quite surprised at this, mostly expecting him to just forget about it ever happening. “Yeah alright if that’s okay with you.” A small smile already forming on your face.

“It would be a dick move if I didn’t do aftercare, it’s the bare minimum baby.” He gently grabbed your hand, his fingers warm and comforting against yours.

Maybe Jiyong really did love you and didn’t see you for just how pretty you were but also you. And given the past few weeks, that alone made you feel better than ever.

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warnings & tags: **18+ ONLY** lesbian vampires yes GAWD, fantasy au, inaccurate historical au, smut, fingering, implied soulmates (?? kinda i guess), biting 👀, mention of blood, does this count as hurt/comfort? we shall see!! and uhhh it's kinda spooky ooky vibes but it's not really dark? i think. pls let me know if i missed anything!

a/n: listen..... i've already got spooky season in the brain and i really wanted to reshare this fic. i've edited it a little but i've also left the link to where i orphaned it on ao3 in the title if you prefer reading there~ any and all mistakes are my own! feedback is greatly appreciated and heavily encouraged pls and thank ♡ xoxo

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It’s that time of year in between autumn and winter where it’s only getting colder and colder, no reprieve even during the sun’s highest point of the day. Part of you worries it’s a mistake to wander through the woods like this, especially so close to sunset.

But then you remember the briefest moment when you saw her, when your eyes met hers; it happened so quickly, but also felt as if time stopped. Something flashed in her gaze before she looked away and disappeared in the busy crowds of the village.

That moment, as brief as it was, leads you here. You hug your arms tighter to your torso, cursing the bitter wind whipping around you. Your dress had been a bright idea when you’d first thought of it. Now, you’re wondering why you thought such a plunging neckline would be smart, considering the seasonable chill in the air.

Although, you think with a flutter in your stomach, that’s not exactly true. You know exactly why you chose this dress.

There’s hardly any light left in the sky by now. You’re kicking yourself for getting lost in the woods, wondering if anyone would notice, or care, whether or not you return to the village. You have no family, no money, nothing tying you to anyone or anything. You work odd jobs to be able to make ends meet. The people knew of you, but you are sure they hardly concerned themselves with your well-being.

But then, when your gaze had met her own, you’d felt seen for the first time in ages. It was like she could see everything inside your mind, every ounce of longing and every bit of loneliness, even in the split second she held your stare. You haven’t been able to stop thinking about her since then. Nearly two weeks have passed, and you’d finally decided to find out if the stories that follow her hold any truth. They are quite colorful, full of fantasy and myth, surely decorated to sound more elaborate as the years go on. Fantasy and myth, perhaps, but one particular piece of information continues to remain the same.

She hasn’t seemed to age in the fifteen years she’s spent living near your village. Not one line or wrinkle to be seen on her pale skin. Not one gray hair on her head. Some of the elders even swear they'd seen her when they were children.

Her home is a mystery, one that stays that way out of fear. There is something about her eyes, some say, something off, not quite right. Because of this, no one has felt compelled enough to try finding her home.

At least, not until you.

You’re beginning to think you are truly lost, feeling hopeless, when you finally spot something in the distance. But just as relief washes through you, the rain starts. Each drop feels like sharp, stabbing pieces of ice landing on your exposed flesh, soaking into the thin fabric of your dress. It takes mere minutes for you to become drenched. Your dress is now clinging to your body uncomfortably, the cold even more biting than it already had been.

It comes into view, what you’d spotted several meters back, easier to make out. A looming castle breaks through the trees, windows lit with candles.

Your arms and feet are going numb, but you push through, stumbling your way to a cobblestone path that leads to tall, wooden doors. With a trembling hand, you raise the door knocker and bang it against the door as loud as you can manage, praying whoever is inside will hear.

Your wait is short lived, thankfully. The door creaks open loudly to reveal the very woman you’d been searching for. If she’s shocked to see you, she hides it well. She looks as regal as ever. A black dress hugs her lithe body, her hair perfectly brushed and styled. This close to her, you can see what the people mean. She looks ageless.

“E-excuse me, madam,” you begin, trying your best to keep your teeth from chattering. “I-I’m terribly lost and I d-don’t think I can find my w-way back to the village.”

The woman lets her eyes roam your shivering frame, lingering on your glistening chest for a second, then meets your pleading gaze.

“Of course. Please, do come in. I’m sure you’re cold.”

“Th-thank you,” you reply earnestly.

She steps aside, leaving just enough space for you to squeeze by.

“Think nothing of it,” she assures you. “You’re welcome to stay as long as you need, at least until the storm passes.”

As the door closes behind her, you take in as much of the space as possible. With it being nighttime, the candles can only do so much. For a castle, it is rather large, but it’s not quite as foreboding as you would have imagined. Though, you surmise, you hadn’t really known what to expect at all.

“Would you like something dry to change into?”

You whirl around, almost tripping over your feet as her voice registers, so close to your ear.

She smiles, amusement tickling the corners of her mouth. “Perhaps a cup of tea?”

Swallowing roughly, you nod, offering a smile of thanks in return.

“Very good. You should go sit by the fire to warm up while I get everything sorted.”

She points toward a room where you can see flickering light dancing off the walls. You nod again, letting your tired feet follow the promise of warmth. The closer you get to the large fireplace, the harder you shiver, goosebumps rising along your skin. You stand as close as you deem safe, hands held out to thaw them. For the second time, she sneaks up behind you.

“This is all I could manage to find.”

You gasp as you turn to face her. She’s still smiling as she holds up the proffered item of dry clothing.

“You frightened me,” you state dumbly, huffing a quiet laugh.

“I did not mean to,” she replies.

“It’s okay.” You glance at the clothes in her hand, a frown forming on your face. “A… dressing gown?”

She makes a sympathetic face. “It was all I could find,” she repeats.

Her eyes dip down to your chest again. They flash, just like in the village, but you’re sure it could have just been the fire reflecting in them. You look down to see what she’s staring at and heat rushes up your neck. Your nipples are clearly outlined against the wet fabric of your dress.

“Oh,” you murmur as you lift your arms to cover yourself.

She clears her throat delicately. “Take this. You’ll get sick if you keep your wet clothes on.” She pointedly holds the dressing gown out to you again until you gingerly take it. “I’ll go get the kettle started while you change.”

“Thank you,” you return quietly.

When you’re sure she’s gone, you undress as quickly as you can, more shivers wracking your frame as you stand naked in her drawing room for a few seconds before pulling on the silk dressing gown, tying it securely around your waist.

While you wait you decide to get a better look of the room. A few paintings hang on the dark walls, but mostly they’re covered with floor to ceiling shelves and stuffed to the brim with books. You take notice of a few spots where the dust hasn’t seemed to settle in front of them, figuring those must be her favorites. A plush chaise sits in the center of the room with two chairs on either side, atop an ornate rug that rests on most of the floor. There are a couple small tables between the chaise and chairs with candelabras on them, and a wide, lower table in front of them. You spot a desk by the only window in the room.

There’s nothing particularly personal about the space. It almost feels as if she’s newly moved in. But you know that can’t be true, especially since so many people in the village have seen her visit town for years now.

A piece of parchment on the desk catches your eye. You debate over whether or not you should let your curiosity get the better of you, your feet slowly carrying you over to where the paper lay. There’s writing on the top piece, and you get as far as the addressed “Brother,” but then hear her round the corner and quickly back away.

“I wasn’t sure if you took cream and sugar, so I brought them just in case,” she tells you, setting a silver tray on the low-lying table that held the teapot and teacups.

You walk over as she pours the tea into both cups. You pick one up and carefully drop two lumps of sugar into yours, stirring it with your teaspoon until you’re satisfied it’s melted. A careful sip as you sit down and you hum happily.

“Better?” she asks, smiling and taking a sip of her own tea, sitting beside you.

It occurs to you suddenly that you hadn’t asked for introductions. You scold yourself internally, knowing you had better etiquette than that.

“I must apologize, I seem to have forgotten my manners. I never introduced myself,” you say, then offer your name. “And what is yours, madam?”

“You may call me Wanda,” she replies.

“Well, I owe you a great deal for helping me, Wanda. I cannot thank you enough.”

She waves a dismissive hand. “Please, there is no need. I’m glad I was here and that you aren’t in danger of freezing to death.”

“As am I,” you respond, laughing lightly.

Silence settles between you. Your mind whirls with hundreds of questions, but you don’t know where to begin. Your plan to find her only consisted of just that— finding her. Now that you’re here, you aren’t quite sure what to do. Or say, for that matter.

You can feel her eyes observing you like a caress. You struggle not to squirm or shiver, though you are no longer cold. No, there is no chill clinging to your bones anymore. Her stare alone provides enough heat. You chance a glimpse of her from the corner of your eye, but she catches it. She purses her lips to keep from smiling in amusement.

“So,” you blurt, cheeks pinking, “have you lived here long?”

You bite the inside of your cheek as soon as the words leave your mouth. Stupid, stupid girl.

Thankfully, Wanda laughs.

“Quite,” she says teasingly, like she’s letting you in on a joke.

You nod. “I see. Is it a family home?”

She tilts her head consideringly. “Of a sort.”

What is that supposed to mean? Miraculously, you don’t ask that question aloud.

“Do you… Do you live alone?”

You’re not sure why you ask. Perhaps it’s that you haven’t heard any other movement throughout the castle that indicated a waiting staff of some sort. Afterall, she was the one to fetch the tea.

“I do,” she says.

You don’t want to examine it too closely, but you’re positive you note a hint of longing in her tone.

“S’a lot of space for one person,” you muse in acknowledgment.

She nods. “Indeed. However, I’m sure I’ll find the right companion soon.”

You take another sip of your tea to avoid replying, but are not able to avoid meeting her gaze. The look in her eyes is something you’ve never seen directed at you. You’re hesitant to think it could be want, open desire. Not from a woman like her.

—

Wanda still cannot believe that you’d shown up at her door.

She’s spent months watching you from a distance, never allowing herself to be seen by you—not until she felt it was time. From the very first moment she caught sight of you, she knew. You are hers. Her mouth watered when the wind brought your scent to her. There was not a doubt in her mind about whether she would have you; she simply would.

She had waited, ever so patiently, watching you as you roamed the streets of the village. You didn’t seem to have very many acquaintances, if any at all, and you were always alone. Wanda quickly figured out that you were without a family as well.

Selfishly, she’d been happy about these facts.

Finally, Wanda allowed herself to meet your gaze. It was quick, but she knew her eyes flashed, knew that she piqued your curiosity. It would only be a matter of time.

After nearly two weeks had gone by, however, she had started to think it hadn’t worked. She’d planned on returning to town to purposefully cross your path again, but as luck would have it, you came to her. As soon as she heard the knock on her door, she smiled.

Now, as she sits next to you on the chaise, your skin glowing in the firelight, she finds it harder to maintain her control. This close, your scent is even more intoxicating. Wanda can tell that you’re curious about her. The questions you want to ask are swirling behind your eyes. And now that you’re here, she decides she’ll answer whatever you ask, give you anything you want.

You’ve gone quiet, though, so she does some prodding of her own.

“What were you doing out in the woods?” Dressed like that, blessedly, goes unsaid.

You shyly glance down at your lap. “I, uh, I like to take walks,” you mutter into your teacup as you go to take another sip.

Wanda hums. A plausible excuse, indeed. You carefully lean forward to set your cup and saucer on the table and when you sit back you move your hair over to one shoulder. Wanda’s eyes zero in on the pulsepoint of your neck. If she focuses hard enough, she can see your heartbeat throbbing beneath your skin. It makes her teeth itch, makes her control waver even more.

When she drags her gaze away from your neck, she finds you already observing her. Her desire is clearly reflected in your eyes and the feeling is heady.

—

“Are you warm now?” she wonders.

“Yes,” you whisper, your breathing picking up, making your breasts heave alluringly.

You’d go as far as saying you are overheating. The dressing gown, where you’d been unsure and embarrassed of being nude underneath it before, is now a blessing. Your body feels alight with an unseen, growing fire. Shifting on the chaise, you don’t notice the sleeve slip down your shoulder, only registering the air skimming across your collarbones. You let out a surprised gasp when you feel something cold on your bare arm.

Peering down reveals it to be Wanda’s hand carefully sliding the sleeve back up into place. Your brows pull together in a frown.

“Your hand…” you mumble, trailing off.

She lets it linger on your shoulder for a moment, then slowly traces down your arm, her thumb grazing the side of your breast. Your nipples tighten, thighs clenching together as you watch her fingers stop at your wrist. Though her touch is cold, it feels like a relief against the searing heat of your flesh. You peek at her through your lashes and find her expression to be one of complete hunger.

Feeling emboldened, you hold her stare as you shift to pull the sleeve down again.

Her lips lift on one side, her teeth glinting dangerously. “Are you sure of what you’re doing?” she asks.

You blink, faux innocence shifting behind your eyes. “I’m not sure I know what you mean.”

Wanda takes a deep, steadying breath, though it only helps in inhaling your scent more. She says your name. “Why do you think you are here?” The question catches you off guard. Wanda shifts even closer to you, watching your throat bob as you swallow. “We both know it isn’t because you accidentally got lost in the woods. You were out there with a purpose. What was it?”

You lick your lips, noticing her gaze immediately drop to them. It makes your heart pound in your chest.

“I don’t know,” you reply, unsure.

She leans in, her nose nearly touching yours. “You do,” she whispers, without doubt. “Why are you here?”

Your eyes flutter closed, head tilting back without you being aware of it, exposing your neck. You feel her presence mere centimeters away from you, her breath puffing out along the column of your throat.

“I… I felt drawn here. It feels like I was meant to be here,” you say, quiet, almost hoping she doesn’t hear you.

It feels ridiculous to say it out loud. It’s one thing to have that thought sit in the back of your mind where you could pretend it didn’t exist, but to admit it aloud is entirely different.

“With me?”

You shiver at her words, her lips having softly dragged across your skin. Helplessly, you nod.

“Are you afraid?”

That makes you frown, but you adamantly reply, “No.”

“Open your eyes,” she pleads.

You follow her instruction, wary, but gasp at what you see. Sharp fangs peek out from Wanda’s lips, her eyes so pale they’re almost white now. Though your heart continues to race, it’s not out of fear. It should scare you, it should send you running, but you find your hand slowly rising to carefully trace a finger down one of her fangs, amazed that she even lets you.

“You’re…” You start, meeting her patient gaze once more. “Beautiful,” you finish in a whisper, because she is. You go to reach for her face to stroke her cheek, but she lurches backward. In a blink, Wanda’s on the other side of the chaise. Disbelief paints her features.

“You think I’m… beautiful?”

“Of course,” you state plainly, brows furrowing. Wanda continues staring at you in wonder. “You said I was here for a reason.” Ironically, she’s now wary of you as you shuffle closer to her. “I know what that reason is now.”

“Which is?” she asks apprehensively.

“You,” you murmur, cupping her cheek. “I’m here for you.”

Wanda looks as if she’s scared to accept this, to hope for it to be real. You steal away those worries by leaning in to place a soft kiss to her lips. She inhales sharply, eyes squeezing shut, her cold hands gripping your wrist almost painfully. You give her a moment, kissing her forehead as she gathers her emotions, keeping her gaze down.

“Are you sure?”

Her voice cracks softly, but her grip on your wrist loosens as you move it. You lift her chin so she’s looking at you.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

She stares at your lips for a few seconds, and then, as your words sink in, they seem to send her into action. She surges forward and captures your lips, more sure, more eager than before. You respond in kind, pulling her as close as possible, sighing into her mouth.

You quickly find yourself on your back on the chaise, Wanda above you, bodies slotting perfectly into each other like lost puzzle pieces. You feel her hand slide down from where it was in your hair to graze along your sternum. Then her hand cups your breast, thumb swiping across your nipple, and you gasp. It’s the perfect opportunity to deepen the kiss and Wanda takes it.

Her tongue slides against yours and you whine, clutching at her like she’s the only thing tethering you to this earth. It becomes so easy to let her settle between your thighs, to arch into her touch and slide your tongue in her mouth, delicately tracing over her fangs. Wanda shudders, grunting inelegantly before wrenching herself away, panting heavily into the space between you. You blindly chase after her, opening your eyes in confusion.

Wanda’s gaze is intent on your neck, full of desire. The weight of the moment hits you, then. What exactly it would mean if you give in to her. So, with full faith in your decision, you tilt your head ever so slightly and she goes perfectly still.

“Go ahead,” you encourage.

She shakes her head. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”

You huff. “I do. I want you to do this.” You know she won’t look at you just yet, so you lace both your and her fingers together and squeeze hers as you continue. “I need you to do this.”

“If I do,” she starts, swallowing thickly, “I won’t be able to stop. You’ll end up like me.”

You duck your head to catch her stare. “And what’s wrong with that?”

She closes her eyes and falls silent for a moment. The weight of your words fall over the two of you like a winter blanket.

“I’ve waited so long,” she confesses, voice quiet, shaking and timid.

“For me?” you ask. She nods. “I’ve been looking for something, or someone, to make me feel whole all my life.” You use your free hand to stroke her cheek. Even with her eyes closed, she leans into you. “I’ve waited for you, too.”

When she finally looks at you, you know there’s no going back for either of you.

“It’s going to hurt,” she warns.

“That’s okay. It will only be temporary.”

She smiles then, slow and teasing. “I can ease the pain, you know.”

Her free hand tugs lightly on the ties holding your dressing gown closed, raising her eyebrows in silent question. You bite your lip and nod, shivering in anticipation. She undoes the careful bow you’d tied, easing it open and exposing your body to her hungry gaze.

If you felt heated before, you’re an inferno now. Her hands reverently map out every curve of your body. She leans down and plants a kiss above your belly button. It makes your stomach clench in want, but you make yourself lie there and take whatever she plans on giving you. Her kisses lead up your torso, until she’s eye level with your breasts, and before you can comprehend her movement, she’s taking one of your nipples into her mouth.

“God,” you whimper, head thrown back as you push your chest into her face.

“No,” Wanda giggles, “just me.”

You try to laugh, but it turns into a gasping moan when she pinches your other nipple between cold fingers. Your thighs attempt to close around her, yet it’s futile. Her free hand begins its descent down to the warm heat between your legs. Your hips buck into her touch, crying out when her fingers make contact with your clit.

“I’m going to do everything I can to make this feel good, okay? Let me take care of you.”

You nod quickly, your mouth going dry. When a single finger enters you, you forget how to breathe for a second, but then she’s sliding it out and back in, setting a steady rhythm, and you’re back to panting and whining. Only a few minutes later, though, you’re wriggling around, begging for more. She adds another finger and picks up the pace.

“Oh,” you gasp, your legs falling open wider.

Wanda buries her face in your neck, inhaling loudly, groaning. She licks across the skin there, nipping at you.

“Wanda,” you whimper.

“I know, my love,” she rasps. “You’re so close.”

Your hands have drifted above you, clutching at the pillows on the chaise, your hips moving in tandem with her fingers. Her thumb meets your clit, adding to the building warmth in your belly. It swells and swells, until finally, it has nowhere else to go and explodes within you.

You feel her teeth sink into your neck at the very same moment, and you can only yell brokenly into the air. Pain and pleasure war inside you, both white hot and searing, marrying themselves into a delicious and lethal combination. You can feel blood trickle down your throat, the same way you can still feel her fingers thrusting into you. It seems to never end and you grow limp beneath her, unable to handle the sensations flowing through you.

She finally slows, removing her teeth and licking over the wound. As her fingers slide free, she brushes your sweaty hair off your forehead with her clean hand.

“Sleep now,” she instructs, kissing you softly.

You can’t even attempt to argue, your body listening to her and promptly sending you into a deep slumber.

—

When you wake, before you even open your eyes, you’re aware of a few things.

To start, you’re no longer on the chaise. You’re on a luxurious bed, which is presumably Wanda’s. Your hearing is significantly better, as is your sense of smell. There’s a low thrum of energy coursing through your veins, like you’re on edge but don’t know why. But the more important thing you’re aware of is the feeling of eyes on you.

“I know you’re awake now.”

You crack open one eye and see Wanda smirking at you from the other end of the bed. You smile and sigh happily.

“How do you feel?” she asks.

You carefully sit up and stretch. You notice her ogling your still naked body and give her a smirk of your own. Shifting onto your knees, you crawl over the bed until you reach her and straddle her lap.

“Hungry,” you answer before grasping her face in your hands and attaching your mouth to hers.

With a force she hadn’t used before, she tosses you backward and is on top of you in a flash, a devilish smile on her tragically beautiful face.

“Good.”

[velarisnightsky444]

Scorched Shadows: Part 12

Eris x Azriel's Sister OC

Summary: Estella is the younger sister of Azriel. Like her older brother, she is a shadowsinger and spymaster for the Night Court. When she meets Eris, she initially despises him, but after a bargain is made between them, and they are stuck Under the Mountain together, things begin heating up.

CW: Overprotective brother, smut, degradation, impact play

A/N: I'm well aware it has been forever, I promise I am going to do better, I've just been very busy. I am going through and editing some stuff in past chapters, and I am adding in the fact that they can talk to each other through the bond.

Word Count: 1895

Series Masterlist

Part 11 || Part 13(upcoming)

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     Estella sometimes visited Eris late at night when she couldn't sleep. She only did this when she could sense his thoughts buzzing around in his restless head, and she knew he was also awake. She didn't disrupt him when he was sleeping peacefully, though that was rare.

     She would hide her dagger beneath her skirts, throw a shawl over her shoulders, and pinch her cheeks to add color before leaving. She didn't want him to see her looking entirely exhausted.

     The stroll down the corridors was anything but peaceful, especially at night. But she couldn't winnow without her shadows, and flying would only bring attention to herself.

     But she had a weapon, and she was ready to strike. She never did see that male again, the one she stabbed in the face. She still wasn't sure why she panicked so much when she had spent centuries doing the same thing.

     Maybe it was the implication of what he had wanted to do to her, whereas the males she had killed in the past had been assigned to her. They were not after her directly, not until she began targeting them.

     But Eris had been a comfort. He had held her all night, which had surprised them both, it seemed. Since then, he had become softer with her. She found that she didn't mind that.

     Estella liked seeing his softer side. She felt special like she was the only one that got to see him that way. Then, she would scold herself for feeling like that. He was a Vanserra, for Cauldron's sake. She wasn't allowed to feel that way.

"Estella," the voice said, causing her to freeze. Her eyes jumped from the tile in front of her to the source of the sound.

     Rhys stood with his brows furrowed, taking her in. He was looking worse every time she saw him. His skin had gone pale, his face gaunt, and he'd lost a significant amount of weight and muscle. His violet eyes had lost the life they used to have in them.

"What are you doing down here?" he asked her, his voice quieter than usual.

"I couldn't sleep," Estella said honestly. "I needed to go for a walk; get my mind off things."

"In this part of the Mountain? At this time of night?" he doubted, raising a brow. She shrugged, doing everything she could not to crumble under his assessing gaze.

"It's not as cold out here as it is in my bedroom," she said quietly, staring at the floor.

"You have a fireplace," he reminded her.

     Her head snapped up, and she shot him a look, one that reminded him she would not touch a fireplace with a ten-foot pole. His gaze softened just slightly.

"Let's go back to your room," he decided. "I'll light the fire for you."

"Rhys, I'm fine," she insisted, glancing at the path she was taking to Eris's room.

"We're going back to your room, Stella," he repeated in a way that let her know he wasn't asking.

     She didn't argue; she just followed him as he took hold of her arm and led her the opposite way from where she was heading. She grumbled to herself, irritated at her brother's constant, overprotective antics.

     She felt a shiver go through her body when she returned to her bedroom. It was utterly freezing in her quarters, and she knew Amarantha did that purposefully.

     Estella sat on the bed, wrapping the shawl tighter around her shoulders. Rhys went to the fireplace, kneeling before it. She watched as he placed a few pieces of wood in it and lit the fire.

"Thank you," she said softly.

     He nodded, getting to his feet. He came over to her, ruffling her hair affectionately.

"I love you, little shadow," he said.

     Estella smiled softly, knowing it didn't reach her eyes. Rhys leaned down and kissed the top of her head, then left her alone, wrapped in her shawl and shivering.

     Even with the fire going, she couldn't sleep. The cold was bitter, and even though she was Illyrian, she was sensitive to it. She remembered being a little girl in that cell and how cold it was. She would curl up in her brother's arms, her entire body trembling, trying to stay warm. It was never any use. The rags they wore were always ripped, short-sleeved, and made of thin material.

"Are you still awake?" Estella asked Eris through the bond, hating that she was craving his comfort. It took a moment for his reply to come through, but it did.

"Yes. Where are you? I thought you were on your way."

     He sounded irritated, making her roll her eyes, but she answered anyway. "Rhys found me in the corridors, and he made me go back to my room."

"How old does he think you are?"

"I'll never be older than six to him. You'll have to come here."

"I wasn't planning on leaving my room tonight," he drawled.

"Too bad," Estella responded. "Get over here as soon as you can."

     Eris didn't argue with that, though his side of the bond went silent. She spent the next ten minutes wondering if he would show at all. She didn't want to beg, but she certainly wasn't above it.

     However, she found that there was no need for that when her door opened. Eris looked tired, and Estella didn't blame him. She knew he hadn't been sleeping lately. Neither of them had. It was hard in a place like the Mountain.

"It's freezing in here," he murmured as he closed the door behind him. 

     He glanced at the flickering fire, waving his hand. The flames leaped higher and glowed brighter, making Estella flinch. "It's fine. It'll warm up the room faster."

"I want you to warm me up," Estella hinted, sitting up and letting her shawl drop from her shoulders. A smirk fell upon his features, one that made her want him even more.

     He stepped over to her bed in very few strides, crawling on top of the girl. She laid back down, smiling as he hovered over her, his hands on either side of her head.

     His lips met her jaw, peppering kisses, leaving her sighing softly beneath him. He trailed down her neck slowly, stopping in her most sensitive spots to suck just slightly, leaving her with marks she knew she would spend the next week concealing. 

     His teeth closed around the strap of her dress, pulling it down from her shoulder to her arm. She helped him get the dress off her, but it wasn't much of a struggle.

     When she was bare beneath him, he sat up, fumbling with his belt as he pulled his cock out of his pants. It was rare that he fully undressed during sex or took his shirt off at all, but she never commented on it.

     He slid a hand down to her core first, rubbing tight circles on her clit with his thumb as he slipped two fingers inside of her. She groaned, biting her lip and squeezing her eyes shut.

"Ready for me so early?" he teased, commenting on the wetness he had found waiting for him. She nodded. "Such a desperate slut."

     Her core clenched at the words, and he pressed one more kiss to her neck before wrapping his arms around her shoulders and flipping her around so she was on top.

"Sit up and ride me," he instructed. "If you want it to bad, take it yourself.”

     Estella pushed herself up, hands braced on his chest, to a sitting position. She took his perfect cock in her hands, pumping it a few times, delighting in the way it twitched in her palm.

     He groaned as she lowered her cunt to him, very slowly sliding down onto his cock. She whimpered at the slight pain she always felt when he bottomed out.

     Estella began riding him, her pace slow at first so she could get used to the fullness—the pain. He grasped her hair in his hand, pulling it forcefully. She whined, staring at the ceiling as her head was forced back, their pace speeding up.

     His other hand came down hard on her ass, a smack sounding through the room. She cried out, more in pleasure than pain, her hand reaching down to rub her clit. He smacked her rear once again, and she knew there'd be marks in the morning.

“Harder, Eris," Estella moaned out, desperate amid her pleasure.

     His hips began jutting up to meet hers, and the smacks to her ass sped up, getting harsher each time.

"You like that, you filthy whore?" he snarled. She could only nod, tears welling in her eyes. "Use your words."

"Yes, I like that, Eris," Estella gasped out, voice breaking between moans.

     He let go of her hair, though a stinging sensation remained at her scalp. He gripped her breasts in his hands, squeezing and kneading them in a way that made her wild.

     Eris loved her breasts, which had been evident since their first time. He often took his time with them, teasing, pinching, and squeezing.

     Estella was getting close, but she needed something more, something she hadn't craved in centuries. She craned her head up, forcing herself to meet his eyes in her pleasure.

"Touch my wings," Estella gasped out.

"What?" he asked through his pants.

"My wings," she repeated, grabbing his wrist.

     She guided his hand directly to that perfect spot on her wing, demonstrating how to touch it.

"Rub small circles," she managed, her eyes squeezing shut at the sensation.

     He obeyed, rubbing circles on her wing, gentle at first.

"Harder."

     He took her command, his movements quickening as he pressed harder on the spot.

"Oh, Gods," Estella cried out, bouncing on his cock, throwing her head back. She hadn't ever felt pleasure so intense. "Please, may I cum?"

“Now?"

“Yes, now, please," she begged. "I can't hold it back."

“Cum, then," he allowed, and she thanked the Cauldron that he was feeling gracious today.

     Estella cried out, cumming harder than she ever had, her core clenching around his cock. The feeling sent him over the edge, and not long after, he released inside of the girl.

     She collapsed on top of him the moment she came down from her heavenly high, fingers clenching his shoulders as her body shuddered from the aftershocks. He was so warm.

"Your wings, huh?" he teased softly into her ear. 

"It's an Illyrian thing," Estella explained through labored breaths.

"Why have you never told me that?" he wondered, quirking a brow. "I've never seen you cum like that before."

"I've only ever let one other male do that," Estella said, rolling off of him and settling under her blanket, still naked. "It's not something I usually allow."

     The first male she'd ever slept with, her first love, Marcus, had been the one to introduce this concept to her. But after he'd broken her heart, she didn't want any males doing it again. Eris, however, was different.

“What makes me so special?" Eris asked her as he tucked his cock back into his pants. 

"I'm not sure," Estella answered honestly. "It just felt right at the moment."

"Can you cum from your wings alone?" he interrogated.

"No," she answered, shaking her head. "There needs to be another form of stimulation."

"Oh, I will have fun with this," he smirked.

     Estella flushed a deep red, almost regretting giving him this information. Almost.

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[slaaverin]

I just wanted to take a little bit of time to reflect on the last few years.

We've been through it all - the fear of thinking jikook would get separated, the disbelief to see them go on trips for unknown purpose, the celebration of their solo works, and then the relief of finding out they would enlist together.

Then once they were gone, we knew it would be tough but we were still reassured by the fact that despite the challenges they would face, they were together, like an unshakable anchor that would keep them from sinking too low.

We went through every emotions, a true rollercoaster.

Unfortunately, while they were absent, we saw the fandom drop in such bad vibes, such hate, lies, narratives, schemes to attack jikook and their bond, finding always new ways to belittle them as artists and persons and their relationship, that many of us didn't even want to call ourselves ARMYs anymore. Being an ARMY lost its meaning since the behaviour we witnessed went against everything BTS stands for.

Yet.

Despite the chaos, and how hard it was to be online sometimes, many of you stayed, defended jikook, supported them, sent encouragements to them. We were patient and unwavering in our love. We were still united in many ways and that was beautiful.

After a while we got AYS, a magnificent gift from jikook that filled our hearts with joy. Unfortunately people still found ways to belittle jikook however they could. But it did not matter so much because all of us knew what it truly meant, how precious those moments were for jikook and their bond. It never stopped us from showing our devotion to these two amazing people.

The last months have been rough, with the whole fandom ganging up to prevent them to win the iheart award, and then the whole mess of the AMA awards.

It's clear now that jikook are the black sheep of the fandom. And having to support them despite the hate can take a toll on mental health, but I'm sure many of you would agree, it's all worth it.

We all share a special bond with Jimin & Jungkook, a bond not many fans have with their idols. We are linked to them as well as each other by our hearts. It's not something hate can break or belittle. This love jikook share and we share all together is a light brighest than the darkest of shadows.

Thank you all for your resilience, your discernement, and for doing what feels right in your soul.

We've come a long way and now that we're there, the moment when we'll see them again it all feels surreal. All the pent up emotions we've been feeling, we'll able to let them all out, and cry and scream and celebrate in unison once again 💜🥹 I'm really grateful to be part of a community of such incredible people that have the same values as I do.

This has been tough - but we made it. All together. Cheers!

On a more personal note, I've been in and out of here for almost all chapter 2, yet I'm very grateful I got to make all the AYS edits, then start writing on this blog, and then make the 10 years of jikook edit. Deciding also to open a patreon was a huge step for me and my creativity.

Overall, good stuff!

I'm happy we got to the other side, still here to support, still relieved jikook were together in there, and ready for the next adventure 🎉

The future is going to be bright, and I can't wait to celebrate with each of you 💜

Starting with the next few days

If I'm incoherent and screaming everywhere don't mind me, I'll truly not hold back even if I make a fool of myself 😂

Thank you for everything and bless you my favorite jikooker family 🥹💜

To a brilliant next chapter 🥂 full of surprises, love, screams, and mutual support 🫂

[sadsapphic-rose]

the allure of a long lost prophet

lowkey featuring kidnapper!lottie

word count is 9,424

honestly not totally sure what this is, after episode four of the new season i was kind of struck with inspiration and this was the result

lottie matthews x reader, past and present timelines, mild hints at reader having a bit of a thing for praise but no smut, hurt/comfort kinda?, other canon typical warnings but there’s honestly nothing too crazy, i feel like i’ve written everything pretty mild but i wanted to add the warnings just in case!

if anyone reads, pls PLS be gentle, this is my first time posting anything i’ve written and i’m honestly rlly nervous about it lol

also fair warning i don’t have anyone to edit so it was just me rereading and trying to fix any errors i came across. sorry if there are any lingering mistakes!

sorry for the long intro, here it is!!

Autumn (2021) Present Day

Your unconscious mind is hazy, showing you flashes of memories you’d long since buried. The crash, the wilderness, the cold of that first winter… the hunger. Things you wish would stay hidden in the recesses of your brain.

You remember running, the hunter turned prey. Always running, desperately fleeing your imminent demise.

Consciousness dawns slowly and as you wake up, several things register at once. First: the unfamiliar environment. You’re in a room not your own, sparsely furnished and rather foreboding. Second: the blinding headache, as if your very skull was splitting open. And third, and perhaps most importantly: your wrists are bound behind you. You’re sat in a chair, body aching in protest. Not necessarily at the position itself that you’re seated in, but the fact that you’ve mostly likely been here for quite some time. At least an hour or two if you had to guess, given the numbness setting into your extremities.

“Well, fuck.” You don’t even register that you’ve spoken out loud. Kidnapped, you think. Just your luck. As the reality of the situation begins to set in so does the fear of what’s to come.

In a crazed frenzy you tug and pull at the ropes to no avail, only succeeding in scraping your wrists raw. You refuse to cry out for help, wary of who might answer. With a huff you give up on that particular venture, taking deep breathes in an attempt to calm yourself and form a useful and coherent thought. Thankfully one comes in the form of a helpful realization. Those idiots who kidnapped you didn’t think to check your pockets. You’re able to shimmy one hand into your back pocket and grab your pocket knife. You grimace, remembering the day your father gave it to you. He wasn’t good for much but he did have the occasional fatherly win. This was one of them.

You open it, bending and twisting uncomfortably to saw through the restraints binding you. Once free, you assess the damage done to your wrists, grimacing at the reddened skin. You spot a few places where the skin has broken open but decide to ignore it for now in favor of escaping.

As tempted as you are to examine the room for clues at to who might’ve taken you and what they might want, you need to leave. The next problem on your list: the fucking door is locked because of course it is. Easily solved by… you contemplate, looking around. Your eyes lock in on the pair of windows to your left. An attempt at opening them is fruitless but you had anticipated that much. You wonder if jumping through one of the windows could work. Your captors may have thought to lock them but they certainly wouldn’t expect you to pull something like this. Be it panic or sheer idiocy, you brace yourself and dive through the glass and onto the porch outside. With surprisingly minimal damage from the shattered glass you scoff slightly, not expecting that to have worked out nearly as well as it did. A quick look around reveals absolutely zero sign of familiar scenery. Dense forest seemingly surrounds you at every angle and it is at this moment that the panic that had been brewing inside of you fully takes hold. With little thought you break into a run, truly aimless in direction with one goal in mind: escape.

As you run, you can feel branches snagging on your clothes and scraping at your skin. While you pass other cabins similar to the one you were locked in, you hear distant shouts and various voices calling out to each other. The panic worsens and you fear being caught at any moment.

Winter (1996)

You’re running… faster than you thought possible, absolutely frantic in your efforts to get away. It chose. You can feel the weight of that damned necklace resting on your collarbone. Thoughts of Jackie surface and you sob. You can’t share her fate. You have to find a way to survive… no matter what.

Present Day

Running faster, you heave for breath, panting in exertion. You curse the universe for giving you asthma as you begin to feel an attack coming on. Wheezing sets in and you eventually have to stop to catch your breath. The forest goes quiet. All that can be heard is your breathing and a primal, ice cold fear shoots down your spine as you feel a presence behind you. You turn slowly, shaking slightly. Lottie fucking Matthews in all her glory approaches and opens her arms out wide. For a moment you’re tempted to fall into her embrace like you did all those years ago in the wilderness. Instead, you turn on your heels and bolt in the opposite direction once more. Just when you think you’ve lost her, fate in her infinite humor causes you to trip. You land harshly on the ground and manage to get the wind knocked out of you. Through gasping breaths you get back up, ready to run again but she’s already there in front of you.

“Please, don’t hurt me”, You whimper, “I just wanna go home.”

“Hurt you?” She frowns, “Darling, I’m here to protect you. You’re mine, remember? My sweet little dove. I would never ever hurt you.” You can feel it then, the pull towards her, like it never went away. “You’re meant to be here… can’t you feel it?” You let out a confused whining sound, tears falling from your eyes. “Shhh, hush now, love. You’re alright.” She comes close and wipes your tears as they fall. “I’ll take care of you, like I did before, you just have to let me.”

“L-Lottie, I— I don’t understand, please…” That all consuming panic returns, clouding your mind.

“It’s okay, calm yourself, dove. You are exactly where you need to be.”

“N-no, I— I don’t belong here, I need to go…” Breathing properly becomes a near impossible task and you begin to hyperventilate.

“You’re safe here, darling. This is all for your own good.” Your breaths come faster and faster, your head growing fuzzy and light. She puts a hand on your chest, guiding you to slow your breathing. You fight it at first, the panic too strong but eventually you calm, sagging into her. She holds you in a strong embrace, rocking you slowly from side to side. “That’s it.” She coos. “Good girl.” Your chest warms at the praise. As much as you hate to admit it, you missed this, you missed her.

“Lottie why am I here?” You murmur into her shoulder.

“You tell me. I searched for years only to find you like this… broken, alone, a shell of your former self. I couldn’t leave you like that, not after everything we’ve been through together.”

You tremble as she refers to the wilderness. The things that occurred over 25 years ago still fresh in your mind, haunting you despite many (albeit futile) attempts to move on.

“You feel it too, don’t you?” She continues, “The pull. It wants this, us… together again.” You step away despite her trying to keep you close in her arms. “There’s no use denying it, no use fighting. It’s still in us, it never left and you know as well as I do that it has a way of getting what it wants.”

“No.” You shake your head. “No, Lottie I— I can’t do this, not again. Please…” You cut yourself off, bringing a hand to your mouth and holding your other arm around your stomach. The very thought of your gruesome survival and the things you had to do back then bring a wave of nausea over you. You had barely made it out alive and even then, the guilt was enough to make you wish you hadn’t. “I— I won’t.”

She stills, stone faced. “Oh really?” You nod, trying your best to stay resolute and ignore the damn near magnetic allure of her words. It’s difficult, Lottie is as captivating as ever. She hums at your insistence. “Somehow I doubt that. You’re strong, my love, but at some point you must realize you can’t do this alone.” You falter, recognizing the truth in her words. “It’s okay to rely on others, to rely on me, just like you used to. I’ll protect you. I’ll keep you safe and help you heal. You never have to be alone again.” Your heart stutters in your chest. As much as you’d hate to admit it out loud, she’s having an effect on you.

“Come here.” She’s stern, commanding. You balk at the audacity… and yet you can’t help but obey. She brings you into her arms once again. “See darling? How easy that was?”

“Lottie…”

“You’re going to stay here, at Camp Green Pine, and I am going to help you. I’m afraid I won’t take no for an answer.”

You give in and at long last your racing thoughts quiet. It’s safe here, in Lottie’s arms. It always has been. You relax into her hold.

“There you go, good girl.” Burying your face into her shoulder you catch a whiff of her perfume. It’s different from what she wore when she was young but somehow still familiar and so very Lottie. “Come, I’ll take you back to your cabin and we can get you settled for the night.” She begins leading you back through the forest, a guiding hand on the small of your back. As backwards as it sounds, giving up control is rather freeing. And when it’s Lottie? Giving up control comes to you as easily as breathing does.

As you walk, you distractedly rub at your scraped wrists, the soreness from the rope burn setting in. She notices your movements and frowns.

“I am sorry about the circumstances of your arrival here, I had hoped to at least be there when you woke to ease you into things.”

“Yeah, well…” You trail off with a shrug. She stops walking and turns to you.

“May I see?” You nod wordlessly and allow her to take your wrists into her hands. They’re smooth and warm, soothing to the newly formed scrapes and bruises. She tuts, a crease in her brow. “You must’ve put up quite the struggle to cause such injuries. We’ll get you some first aid and then it’ll be off to bed with you.”

Her tone is chiding, motherly. She continues walking, leading you to a cabin in the distance. Autumn leaves crunch under your feet and you find it nice to focus on something other than your current predicament. You shiver as a particular frigid breeze blows through. You’re certainly not dressed for the weather, only in a long sleeve t-shirt and jeans. She pulls you closer, rubbing a hand up and down your arm. “We’re nearly there, the nurses station is just over this way.”

“You have a whole nurses station here?” You question, deeply confused.

“It’s just a precaution, I’d much rather have it just in case as opposed to being caught unprepared. Plus, it’s much easier than driving all the way into town for a minor illness or injury.”

“Right…” You mumble. A thought comes to mind. “You are pretty secluded all the way out here, is that intentional?”

“Many people find it quite healing to be this far away from the rest of society, myself included.” You don’t have time to ponder the ramifications of that sentence because she stops suddenly at the door of a building.

“Here we are.” She pulls out a set of keys and unlocks the door, bringing you through and reaching to flip on a nearby light switch. What meets your eye is a room not unlike the school nurse’s office you frequented in your youth. You stand awkwardly in place as Lottie rummages around, gathering various medical supplies. “Sit.” She gestures to the bed. You hesitate briefly but a stern look from Lottie has you moving to do as she says. You wring your hands together nervously, always one to be uncomfortable in any medical situation, even one as unconventional as this. You think back to the weeks after your rescue. Each and every one of your surviving teammates had to stay in that hospital. You tense at the thought of it. She lays a gentle hand over yours. “It’s alright, I’m just going to clean your scrapes and bandage them up.”

“Right, sorry.” Your hands still and you fight the urge to fidget in another way to compensate. You settle on chewing at your bottom lip. Lottie is quick and precise as she takes some kind of antibacterial wipe and gently cleans your wounded skin. She rubs some antibiotic ointment over the worst of the scrapes and then carefully wraps some gauze around each wrist, securing them with a bit of medical tape.

“There, see? All better.”

“Thanks, Lottie.” She hums in acknowledgement and reaches a hand out. You take it instinctively, almost scoffing at your own compliance but following her regardless. The two of you walk in silence, both lost in thought. Eventually you come upon a seemingly random cabin, only distinguishable from the others by the number on the door. 296.

“I trust you’ll be alright until morning without further incident?” You nod sheepishly. “Good… sleep well, darling. If you need anything before then, my cabin is just over that way.” She gestured vaguely to your left but in the dark it’s hard to make out anything in the distance. “Number 320.” She brings a hand up to cup your cheek briefly before nodding once and turning to leave. You stand there on the porch, dumbfounded for a moment, before shaking your head and begrudgingly deciding to go in and at least try to get some rest.

As you enter the space you take notice of the fact that it looks overall much nicer than the one you initially woke up in. It’s fully furnished and decorated nicely. There seems to be a living area, a bedroom, a bathroom and a small kitchen as well. Maybe, you decide, living here for a bit won’t be too bad. You look in the closet, hoping for a change of clothes before you resign yourself to sleeping either in jeans or without pants. To your surprise it’s stocked. A monochrome wardrobe of purple. You shrug, thinking you’ll take what you can get and pick out something to sleep in. Once you’re changed you flop bonelessly into the bed, sighing deeply at the mess of a day you’ve had. Exhaustion hits you hard and you damn near immediately fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.

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The morning rays of sun peek through the curtains of your room, shining on your face. You wake slowly, not yet fully processing where exactly you are. Blinking blearily, you rub the sleep from your eyes. A groan escapes you as the events of last night fully register in your tired brain. You lay there for a moment, palm to forehead before giving yourself a mental pep talk. ‘It’s going to be fine. There’s nothing weird going on, just a friendly group of… purple people. Totally not a cult run by an ex.’

With a yawn you haul yourself out of bed, mentally preparing yourself for the day ahead. You take off the bandages on your wrists and inspect the damage. The bruises look worse but the scrapes have scabbed over and you think you can leave them uncovered as they finish healing. You eventually decide to shower before facing whatever fresh hell Lottie has cooked up and search around for towels. You find them in a hall closet, more purple. You shrug, it’s definitely not the weirdest thing about this place. Taking one from the stack you make your way to the bathroom. You start the water and undress while waiting for it to heat up. Avoiding your reflection in the mirror, you step under the stream. You sigh, standing motionless under the falling water for a moment before mechanically going through your shower routine. Thankfully like the closet, the shower is stocked with anything one might need and you gladly use the products provided. Once finished, you turn off the water and step out, drying off with your towel. You grab another set of clothing from the closet and get dressed, only slightly perturbed at the fact that everything seems to be in your size. Once ready, you approach the door, taking one last deep breath before stepping outside.

Despite the urge to stay hidden away in your cabin, you want to walk around and get a feel for the general layout of the ‘intentional community’ Lottie has created here. As you walk, a few people pass you by, all dressed in purple and donning friendly smiles. It’s almost unsettling, how happy everyone seems.

“Y/n?” A voice behind you causes you to startle slightly. You turn and are met with the sight of a girl maybe a few years younger than you sporting a nervous looking smile. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you! My name is Lisa, Charlotte wanted me to find you and give you a tour.”

“Right… listen, I appreciate it but there’s really no need, I’m not planning on staying long.” Lisa frowns, fidgeting with her hands.

“She insisted.” You fight the urge to roll your eyes, deciding to put the poor girl out of her misery and agree to the damn tour. “Great! We’ll start with the common area…” Minutes pass as she leads you through the compound and despite feeling slightly bad about it, you tune out most of what Lisa is saying in favor of wondering what the hell you’re doing here and why you haven’t just left yet. Your thoughts are halted as you realize Lisa is looking at you expectantly, as if waiting for an answer to a question. You nod, hoping it was a yes or no. She sighs. “You haven’t been listening, have you?” Your initial instinct is to deny it but honestly you don’t have the energy for that today.

“I’m sorry, I…”

“It’s okay, it’s a big adjustment, I get that.”

“You do?” You ask, a bit shocked if you’re honest.

“Of course I do. Becoming almost completely cut off from the rest of the world like this isn’t easy. We try to ease people into things, make the transition as smooth as possible but in your case I’m sure it’s been a rough adjustment. For the first week or so you’ll have a chance to settle in and get used to how we operate here, you won’t have many mandatory groups until later on.”

“Pause…” You pinch the space between your brows. “Mandatory what?” You hope to god you didn’t hear what you think you did. She looks sheepish and you brace yourself for her answer.

“Right, I guess no one’s really filled you in yet.” She takes a breath, “Here at Camp Green Pine we focus on healing through community. That includes mandatory group therapy and recreation. You’ll be given a schedule at some point later today, I’m sure.”

You can’t help but feel a bit indignant. Not only have you been essentially kidnapped but now you’re also being forced to confront your problems in a group setting?? What kind of fuckass cult have you gotten yourself roped into? Lottie has a lot of explaining to do.

“Yeah… it’s definitely gonna be a no on the group therapy thing for me, I’ve been through enough counseling to last a lifetime.” Your mind involuntarily flashes back to the months after you were first rescued. How after the hospital, everyone’s parents made them go through therapy to process everything that had happened. The thing is, no one even really knew what it was you were all supposed to be processing. Sure, the trauma of the crash itself and the deaths that came with it but everything that followed? That was the real horror. The group made a pact of silence. No one was to share any details of what happened out there. You were all well aware of the agreed upon consequences that would befall whoever spoke up. Vague generalizations were fine, lies were encouraged. Anything to keep the truth a secret.

“Y/n?” Lisa’s hesitant voice snaps you back into the present.

“Right, I appreciate the tour but I think I’m good to explore the rest on my own.” You feel a bit bad brushing her off like this, especially when she makes a face not unlike a sad puppy but you stay firm in your decision.

“Oh, okay, um… I— I guess I’ll see you later? You missed breakfast but lunch will be in about half an hour in the dining hall.”

“Got it, good to know.” You make a note to avoid the dining hall at all costs in approximately thirty minutes and go on your way.

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As you explore, you take notice of the fact that surrounding area that seemed so vast and daunting in the dark is actually quite beautiful during the daytime. You wander around for a while, admiring the nature around you. Eventually you find a stream. Thinking it must connect to the lake you saw near the dining hall you decide to follow it back in the direction you came from as you’ve surely succeeded in skipping lunch with everyone by now. You head to the kitchens to grab some food and then sneak back to your cabin, keen on continuing to avoid the frankly creepy cult members Lottie has acquired.

Once back in your cabin you rummage around and find a pen and a notebook, thinking it might be a good idea to do some journaling. It’s something you picked up from Shauna in the wilderness and despite the two of you having some issues, you never quite shook the habit. Amidst the words you doodle mindlessly, adding in some sketches here and there. Time slips away and you don’t even notice until the sun begins to fade, darkening the room you’re in. Fatigue hits you like a truck and you can’t help but crawl into bed. You’re on the verge of sleep when you hear a timid knocking at the door to your cabin. You ignore it, hoping whoever it is will take the hint and fuck off but after a few seconds it becomes clear that that hope is futile when the knocking sounds again. You groan and pry yourself out of bed, shuffling tiredly towards the door. Opening it, you find Lisa. She sports a concerned frown as she takes in the sight of you.

“Hey, is everything okay? I noticed you weren’t at lunch… or dinner.” You sag a bit, your previous anger at her for keeping you from falling asleep fading.

“Yeah, I’m alright, I— I don’t know, I didn’t really feel like eating with everyone.” She furrows her brow.

“I know it can be intimidating but I promise everyone is super welcoming. It’s important to start building on your relationships here.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” An awkward pause follows, neither of you really sure what to say. You break the silence. “I appreciate you checking in but I’m doing fine.”

She unfortunately sees right through you. “It’s okay if you’re not, you know. Everyone here is a work in progress, we all have our days.” She laughs lightly. “I mean god, when I first got here? I was in a pretty rough spot and it showed. I was probably a total nightmare to deal with.”

“Why did you come? Did Lottie snatch you up too?”

She thinks for a second. “I had tried the traditional route of therapy and meds but… nothing had ever really made much of a difference.” She crosses her arms and takes a breathe. “To be honest I was running out of options. I heard of Camp Green Pine from people in town talking about Sunshine Honey and managed to track them down at the street market. We got to talking and… I don’t know, I guess something just resonated. I felt truly hopeful again for the first time in years and I joined not long after.”

You hesitate, “And you… like it here? You think it’s helping you?”

“You don’t have to sound so skeptical, Charlotte’s done a great job with this place. It’s really making a difference and helping people heal.”

“Somehow I doubt it’s that simple.”

She makes a face, as if trying to figure out how far to push you. “You and Charlotte… there seems to be a bit of history there.”

You huff, “That’s certainly one way of putting it.” A beat passes. “Is there a question?” You can’t help but be a bit defensive.

“Sorry.” She backs down, “I guess it’s not really my place.” You hum in acknowledgment. “Well, um… I guess I’ll let you get some rest. See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, maybe.”

She frowns at your noncommittal response. “Goodnight, Y/n”

“Night.” You close the door and go back to bed, all but collapsing into it. Sleep comes quickly and you’re out like a light.

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You struggle to have a moment of peace, even in your sleep. Ever since the plane crash you’ve had recurring nightmares. In the wilderness you would wake up sobbing so often that the group eventually had you sleep alone in the attic to avoid waking everyone else. It was Lottie who eventually figured out how best to calm you down from that state. She would sleep next to you and take it upon herself to help soothe you whenever you had nightmares. Even once the cabin burned down, you and Lottie shared a hut, growing inseparable. After your rescue you were a mess. Lottie had been sent off to god knows where and you were left hopeless and alone. Things got so bad that your parents eventually sent you away to an institution where you spent years of your life in various therapies in the hopes to “cure” you. Over time you learned how to better compartmentalize and shove certain memories down in your mind where you could no longer reach them. The nightmares stopped with your trauma successfully locked away. It was better like this, your parents were happy and everyone assumed you were back to your normal self. You were fine. Until tonight that is.

Winter (1996)

You’re running. You have to get away because if you don’t they’ll catch you. You won’t survive, you’re way outnumbered. If you fight one of them, though— maybe there’s a chance. You heave for breath as you run, the gold around your neck feels suffocating and you fight the urge to rip it off. The wilderness chose you, but maybe… maybe you can make it reconsider. If it spared Nat’s life then who’s to say things can’t work out for you as well. You pause, hiding for a brief moment. It’s freezing outside and the wind bites at your exposed skin. You contemplate, your mind working faster than ever. Fighting won’t work, even if you manage to corner one of them alone then what? Kill them? You can’t, not directly at least. If brute force won’t work you’ll have to figure out a way to outsmart them, you weren’t a straight A student for nothing. A trap, you decide, that’s the only way you’ll make it out of this alive. The sounds of the pack grow closer, shouts morph into animalistic howls and you cover your mouth to keep from sobbing audibly.

A moment passes and you decide it’s now or never. You bolt from behind the tree and sprint as hard as your legs will allow. A solid force tackles you from the side. You look up and of course it’s Shauna. Fuck. Any of the others you could’ve potentially handled but Shauna? You’re fucked. She swings the knife towards your neck and you block it with your arm. It slices deep into your flesh and you cry out as blood gushes from the wound. Shauna takes advantage of your distraction by pinning you down and holding the knife to your neck. The look in her eyes is borderline feral and you’re sure that if you manage to make it out of this alive it will haunt you for the rest of your life.

“Shauna, please…” You whisper, desperate to get through to her without alerting the others.

“Shut up!”, She practically growls, pressing the knife further into you. The noises from the others surround the two of you, closing in. She repositions the knife in her hands, holding it above her head. The fact that you can no longer see even small hints of the girl you once knew is devastating. Except… there! A slight hesitation, for just a split second she falters. In that moment you manage to free one of your hands and swing at her as hard as you can. The hit lands square on her cheekbone and you twist, forcing her off of you while she’s distracted.

Present

You wake with a start, jolting up in bed. You pant heavily, realizing that you’re dripping with sweat. Your heart feels like it’s beating out of your chest and you tremble violently. It takes several minutes to stave off the impending panic attack that typically hits you after a nightmare as vivid as this one. Almost subconsciously, you hold your arm close to your chest. The jagged scar running up it is a testament to your near miss with death that day. A quick check of the alarm clock on the nightstand confirms your suspicions. It’s nearly 5 in the morning and you won’t be getting any more sleep tonight.

As much as it pains you to do so, you can’t help but remember the events from your dream in excruciating detail. Despite your best efforts to keep things buried, every once in a while they resurface. Not completely of course, but just enough to leave you reeling each time. Journaling, you think, might help to lock things back up where they’re meant to be. To you it feels as if you’re extracting the memories straight from your mind and forcing them onto the paper where they can no longer torment you. You write until your hand cramps and the words blur on the page. Putting your pen and notebook to the side you flop back down in bed. The sun has only just begun to rise. You wonder if it might be best to go back to sleep now and skip what you can of the day. At least it would save you the effort of avoiding people. And hey, maybe if you keep this up you’ll never have to confront the fact that you’re essentially being held captive at a wilderness retreat run by Lottie Matthews of all people.

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The next few days pass with little incident. You follow the same routine of minimal participation and if possible all out avoidance. To your honest and absolute shock, there’s been no word from Lottie since your first night at the compound. You’re… not really sure what to do with that. Lisa is still making an effort to include you which while nice of her is making things more complicated. What you really want is to disappear… just for a little while. But if that were really true, you suppose you would’ve left day one instead of sticking around. You see, the real truth is that you’re lost. You’ve been lost for years, maybe even since the wilderness. So instead of running for the hills like usual, you stay and observe.

Of course that doesn’t keep you from getting fed up every once in a while. For instance, the group session you’re in today. You decided to show up to avoid suspicion but it’s of a lecture than anything and you find it to be extremely irritating. A pale, middle aged man drones on and on about how he believes there are no truly bad experiences in life. How everything we go through as humans shapes us into who we are, therefore making pain necessary. While you agree to some extent you can’t help but scoff loudly, rolling your eyes and shaking your head, storming off into the woods. What you don’t notice is Lottie watching from the corner of the room with a frown on her face. Unbeknownst to you, she follows.

You make your way to a recently discovered spot in the woods. It’s a bit of a ways away and secluded, with a nice big rock to sit on and watch the stream go by. You pace, feeling anxious and restless while trying to keep creeping thoughts of the wilderness at bay. It’s become harder lately to ignore them. You don’t even notice the fact that you’re chewing on your bottom lip until you taste the familiar tang of blood in your mouth. You hear the snap of a twig behind you and turn sharply, startled. Lottie stands there, looking uncharacteristically timid.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, unintentionally accusatory.

She hums, “I could ask you the same question seeing as you’re supposed to be in the midst of one of our riveting wellness groups right now.”

“Riveting is certainly one way of putting it.” You grumble.

She chuckles lightly, moving closer and for a moment you’re struck by how little has changed when it comes to your attraction to her. You can’t help but feel entranced by her, just like you always were. If she catches you staring, she’s kind enough not to mention it, instead switching the subject. “How are you finding it here, Y/n, be honest.”

“It’s… fine. Different.” You keep your answer intentionally short. She sees right through it.

“After all of these years you’d think you would’ve gotten a bit better at lying, my darling.” You shuffle uncomfortably at being called out. Before you can come up with a retort she speaks again, catching you off guard. “I’m sorry.” The apology confuses you.

“For what?” You cross your arms, trying to keep your defenses up.

“I had assumed, given our history, it would be easier for you to settle in than the others. I’m sorry I misjudged.” Lottie reaches both hands out and strokes up and down your arms

“I’m not sure I understand…”

“You’re clearly struggling, my love. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”

“But…” You try to interject but she cuts you off.

“I have my ways of keeping tabs on people here, especially when they’re old friends of mine.”

“Friends.” You scoff, “Is that what we are?”

Lottie hums, smiling. “No… I suppose not.” She tilts her head and her hands go still, resting on your shoulders. “In fact, I’d say you and I are much more than friends, wouldn’t you?” You can’t help the heat that rises to your face at her words. You look down, avoiding her eyes, but she lifts a hand to your chin and tilts your head back up to meet her gaze. Her thumb strokes your cheek and you sigh. She takes a breath before speaking again. “Aren’t you tired of running, Y/n?” You can’t help but close your eyes, your face crumpling slightly. You take a shaky breath before speaking.

“I…” Your voice cracks. “What other choice do I have?” Once you start, the rest spills out. All of your doubts, your worries, everything you’ve been holding in. “If I stop, it’ll get me, I know it will and I can’t— I can’t let it… I’ll be consumed in one way or another and a part of me thinks it was always going to happen. I drew the queen that day. It was supposed to be me who died.” A tear falls from your eyes and Lottie wipes it away with her thumb. “Lottie, I don’t think I was meant to survive that.”

She hushes you gently. “How could you say such a thing? It was the wilderness that spared you, saved you. It saved all of us who survived.”

“Did it?” You interject. “Because it didn’t feel that way.” You prepare yourself to confess something you’ve never told anyone. “I set a trap, Lot. I outsmarted Gen and she died in my place. I killed her. The Wilderness didn’t spare me, I killed someone to save myself.” The words feel sour on your tongue but the relief of finally telling someone is immense.

She smiles tearfully. “You think I didn’t know that? I knew you would find a way to stay alive that day, I willed it to be so. And besides, it wouldn’t let you die, it liked you too much. You were one of the few people who knew how to listen but the others were suspicious. They thought I was favoring you, protecting you from the draw in some way. The wilderness did what needed to be done to cement your place at my side while preventing a rebellion. You were never in any real danger.”

“Well I sure as shit thought I was!” You yell, exasperated. “What about Shauna?? Did the wilderness plan on her taking a knife to my fucking neck? She was going to kill me, Lottie!”

“But she didn’t. Have you never wondered why?”

“Of course I’ve wondered. But what good does that do me? Shauna having one single moment of hesitation could mean absolutely nothing.”

“Or… it could mean everything. It could mean the wilderness gave you a chance to escape. To live.” She seems so resolute in her belief that it makes you doubt your version of events.

“So if it doesn’t want me dead, then what? Another draw? Another sacrifice? You know as well as I do it won’t stop there. In fact it sounds to me like the only way it’ll ever be satisfied is if all of us die. Almost like we were never meant to make it out in the first place.”

“What are you saying?”

You sigh deeply, losing steam. “I don’t know.” You pull back, moving just enough to be out of her reach. “I can’t hear it anymore, Lottie. I know it’s there— I feel it. But I can’t listen the way I did before.”

She furrows her brow before seemingly coming to a decision. “Close your eyes.”

“What? No, I…”

“Close them.” You hesitate for a moment. Realistically you could walk away, go back to your cabin or leave altogether. Return to your semi normal life. No wilderness, no weird purple cult… no Lottie. You close your eyes. “Good. Now, tell me…. what do you hear?”

You take some deep breaths, centering yourself. “I hear the water from the stream, I hear the wind rustling through the trees, I hear my voice.”

“What do you feel?”

“I feel the ground beneath my feet, I feel the sun warming my skin.” She steps closer to you.

“Keep your eyes closed… what do you see?”

“I see… the team playing soccer. I see Jackie scoring the winning goal. I see myself packing for nationals.” Your voice grows shaky and hesitant.

“Keep going, you’re doing a good job.”

“I see the plane, we’re flying… no. We’re falling.” You continue, picking up speed, not even fully aware of the words leaving your mouth. “It’s crashing, down down down, into the trees. I see fire, the lake, the cabin. It’s there, it’s with us.” You’re frantic, now. “More fire, it doesn’t want us to leave. And then, and then the cold. But the wilderness provides a feast. It’s still hungry, it wants more, it wants— blood. A hunt.” You open your eyes, shaking violently. “It wants a hunt.” Tears run down your face and Lottie pulls you into a hug.

“It’s okay, you’re alright.”

You shake your head in disagreement. “None of this is alright. I— Lottie I’m scared.”

“I’ll keep you safe, love, you don’t have to worry.”

You pull back, looking her in the eyes. “It’s not me I’m scared for.” You say softly, your face scrunched up.

She tilts her head. “What do you mean?”

You try to brush it off and hope she lets it go. “I just have a bad feeling, that’s all.”

“Maybe that’s all it is; a feeling.” She attempts to reassure you.

“Yeah, maybe.” You feel completely wrung out, having forgotten how much energy it takes to tap into the wilderness like that. Lottie can clearly sense that there’s something else weighing on you but seeing how exhausted you look, she decides to leave it be for now.

“Come, it’s nearly time for dinner and I know you haven’t been eating as much as you should be.” Damn her. She turns, holding out a hand for you to take. The two of you walk hand-in-hand back to the main area of the compound but when you move towards the dining hall she gently tugs you past it to her own cabin.

When you step inside her cabin you’re taken aback at how every inch of it is so very Lottie. From the tapestries on the walls to the beaded curtains separating rooms it all has a unique touch to it, like every corner was filled with intention and care. Parts of it remind you of her childhood bedroom and it makes you want to cry a little bit, the fact that so little has changed. You stand frozen near the entrance as she rummages around in the kitchen, gathering ingredients. Lottie seemingly knows her way around a kitchen which is only a slight bit surprising to you. Cooking almost seemed beneath Lottie and you honestly would’ve assumed that she had someone to do things like that for her. But here she was, whipping up a meal from scratch, partly due to the fact that you haven’t eaten yet. She must catch sight of you still standing motionless out of the corner of her eye because she pauses to guide you to a seat before resuming meal preparations. You watch on in awe as she seemingly effortlessly whips up a full meal for the two of you. She hums the occasional mindless tune while cooking and you can’t help but fall a little bit further for her. It’s hard to know where you stand with Lottie but you can only hope that things work out— for both of you.

As she adds the final touches to the meal you admire how peaceful she looks. Confident, too. Completely in her element in ways you never would’ve expected. Evidently you become lost in thought because when you blink back to reality, Lottie is looking at you with an exasperated fondness.

You clear your throat. “Sorry?”

“I said I hope you like pasta, I’m a little low on groceries at the moment and the next shipment won’t be until tomorrow.”

“Oh, yes. Pasta. Love it.” You stammer awkwardly before gathering your thoughts. “Honestly, it smells amazing Lottie.” She absolutely beams at the compliment and you damn near swoon. She brings over two plates and sits next to you.

You both eat in comfortable silence, basking in each other’s presence. As much as you would absolutely deny it if asked you’ve always found comfort in Lottie, even before everything happened. You remember the first time you saw her. You had moved to Wiskayok midway through your sophomore year of high school, making it a rather difficult adjustment. You had been there a week and still hadn’t really connected with anyone or formed any new friendships due to your shy nature. You were at your locker one day while she was walking down the hall with Taissa, coaching her through asking out a crush— some redhead. It was as if subconsciously you could feel her approaching because just as she passed by, you turned and accidentally made eye contact. She was the most beautiful girl you’d ever seen and you knew right away that would mean trouble. It was honestly pure coincidence that you tried out for the same sport. You’d played a lot of soccer all throughout your childhood and hoped for that same sense of community and teamwork. You and Lottie both made the varsity team and the rest was history. Junior year you had several classes together and decided to become study buddies to help each other pass the harder courses. Growing closer over the years did absolutely nothing to curb your crush but you hid it to the best of your ability.

And then the crash.

It felt like everything— your whole life, collapsed in on itself. There was so much emotion the first few days that you barely spoke a word to anyone. It wasn’t until that day at the lake that you managed to talk a bit with Lottie about everything that was going on. She was your rock out there. So when she started having visions you were the first to take her word for it. You would follow her anywhere and do anything for her, she just had to say the word. And then, be it psychosis or spiritual awakening, you heard it too. You became Lottie’s right hand in the wilderness, worshipping those hungry spirits. You never faltered, never had even a single moment of doubt in your faith.

With rescue came devastation and in turn left you a broken shell of your former self. You spent years trying to convince yourself it was all in your head, that you were desperate for some form of hope to cling onto so you created a religion of false gods that demanded you do terrible things to survive. It only worked to a certain extent but it was enough to convince your family you were back to your normal (if not heavily traumatized) self.

Lottie clears her throat and you realize you’ve been staring into space instead of eating. “You alright, Y/n?”

“Yeah, I’m okay.” You sigh, picking up your fork and finally tasting the food she made. You bite back a moan as the flavors melt on your tongue. She looks pleased at your reaction for a moment before her face clouds over with an expression of worry.

“When’s the last time you had a proper meal?” Her question catches you by surprise and you struggle to come up with a believable lie to soothe her concern. “If you have to think about it, it’s been too long.” She says sternly. Unable to think of a decent response you shrug, curling in on yourself a bit and tucking back into your meal. “You need to take better care of yourself… I worry about you.”

“I’m sorry.” You sag, feeling like you’ve disappointed her in some way. “It’s just— I don’t know, it’s hard sometimes.”

“To eat?”

“To do anything. I just feel so… heavy sometimes. Like the weight of everything—everything we went through, everything we did, is just… holding me down.”

“Sweetheart… come here.” She pulls you towards her, guiding you to lean your head on her shoulder. She strokes your hair, speaking softly. “I can help you, you know. If you let me in, I can help you.”

You nod, giving in. “Okay.” You finish the rest of the meal with Lottie’s arm around you. It all feels rather domestic and you can’t help but wish for more nights like this with her. When you’re both done eating you make a move to clear the dishes and wash everything in the sink but Lottie stops you.

“You don’t have to do that, let me.” She chides gently.

“I want to.” You reassure. “And besides, it’s only fair after you cooked such an amazing meal.” She smiles, her face flushing slightly. It’s reminiscent of your youth and your chest aches fiercely with affection for her. The truth of the matter is that all of the things you felt for Lottie back then still exist within you. You don’t think you could get rid of them if you tried. So instead, you decide to embrace them. “Here, we can do them together. I’ll wash, you dry.” She acquiesces with a nod and you find a rhythm washing the dishes together.

You finish up, drying your hands on a towel and leaning against the counter as Lottie puts the last of dishes away. “I’ve missed you, you know that?” The words slip out before you can stop them. She looks at you thoughtfully.

“I’ve missed you too, love.”

“So uh, what next? What does this mean for us?”

“I’ve never been one to feel the need for labels, I find them constricting.” Your mix of confusion and slight disappointment must show on your face because she elaborates. “Call it what you want, girlfriends, partners, lovers, as long as you know that you’re mine… just as much as I am yours in return.”

“Really? You mean that?”

“Of course I do.” She assures. You pull her into a hug, clutching onto her tightly. She holds you, swaying gently while you cling to her. It’s comfortable, familiar. You really had missed her. She was always so caring towards you, in ways you had never experienced before Lottie. “It’s late, darling…” You pull away, suddenly feeling like you’ve overstayed your welcome.

“Of course, sorry, I’ll get out of your hair.”

“Don’t do that, don’t pull away again, I wasn’t finished.” She brings you in close again, her hands on your waist. “I was going to suggest you borrow something to sleep in and stay here for the night.”

“Oh…” Your face heats up in embarrassment, you have a habit of jumping to conclusions.

“Would that be alright with you, love?”

The look she gives you has any excuse you could’ve come up with dying on your tongue. You nod, letting her lead the way to her bedroom. She opens her closet and you balk, the amount of silk dresses and flowing kaftans is absolutely absurd. She slides them to the side searches for something you can borrow. She eventually settles on a matching satin set of pants and a tank top and hands them to you, her eyes searching for your approval.

“These are perfect, thank you.”

“You’re welcome. There’s a bathroom through there if you would like to change privately. There should also be a spare toothbrush under the sink and you’re more than welcome to use any of the skincare products.”

You go to the bathroom, changing your clothes first. The pants are a bit long but comfortable enough that you don’t care. You find the spare toothbrush and brush your teeth, washing your face with one of Lottie’s fancy cleansers afterwards. You moisturize and decide that’s good enough, at least for tonight. Leaving the bathroom, you go back to the bedroom. You freeze when you see her. She’s now wearing a satin nightgown that falls to around her mid thigh. You drink in the sight of her, feeling rather like a blushing teen. She must sense your presence because she turns, smiling at the sight of you in her clothes. She always was a bit possessive.

“Did you find everything okay?”

“I did, yeah. Thanks.” She pulls back the covers and crawls into the bed. You shuffle, only just now realizing she intends for you to share.

“Come, it’s late and I know you’re more tired than you’re letting on.”

And who are you to argue? You walk around to the other side and follow suit, making yourself comfortable. Lottie turns off the bedside lamp, casting the room into darkness. Slight hints of moonlight peak through the curtains, illuminating her face just enough for you to make out her expressions. She looks unsettled, maybe a bit restless. You move a bit closer to her and reach out, taking one of her hands in yours.

“Goodnight, Lottie.”

“Goodnight.”

You fall asleep, still clutching her hand.

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Lottie looks at you, admiring how peaceful you seem. She thinks over what you said. A hunt. Well that’s not an option— not again… not when she isn’t sure the two of you would be protected in the same ways you were before. She wasn’t lying when she said she didn’t favor you or protect you from the draw, both you and Lottie were the only ones that could hear the wilderness back then and as such had its favor. But circumstances had changed. You’d both left it, abandoned it and she was worried it might come back to bite you. She knows what she must do.

Slipping out of the bed, she gently removes her hand from yours and smiles gently as you curl up, hugging a pillow. She finds a pair of shoes and a knife, leaving the cabin and walking the familiar path to an old tree stump in the woods. There are several old candles in a circle around it and next to it is a pack of matches. She carefully strikes a match and lights each candle one by one. She takes a deep breath, centering herself. Approaching the makeshift alter, Lottie takes a knife to her non-dominant hand. “Please let this be enough.” She begs, slicing into her palm. Barely noticing the sting, she squeezes her hand, letting the blood drip onto the tree stump below.

When you wake up, you’re not immediately sure why. As you gain a sense of your surroundings you realize you’re alone. You reach towards where Lottie was when you fell asleep, feeling the cold sheets. She must’ve left not long after you fell asleep, you frown. Something is wrong, you’re sure of it.

You throw on a jacket and some shoes, preparing yourself to find her. Eventually, while searching the nearby area of forest you see a thinner path that looks less frequented. You follow it, letting your intuition lead you. It’s there that you find Lottie, knelt on the ground as the last hours of darkness bleed into morning. Her cheeks are stained with dried tear tracks and her hand sports a deep cut straight across the center of her palm. The blood crusted around the wound hints at how long she’s been there and you approach her quietly, careful not to startle her. You crouch down beside her and lay a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“Lottie…” The concern bleeds into your tone and when she looks up you can’t help but sigh softly at how lost she seems.

“This has to be enough— blood, it wanted blood, that’s what you said. I gave it what it wants.” It sounds like she’s trying to convince herself. You and her both know it doesn’t work like that but you hope, just this once, it can be satisfied with a bit of spilled blood rather than a full on draw.

You help her up, supporting some of her weight as you bring her to the nurse’s station. You’re both silent as you walk. She seems shaken and you can’t really blame her. You feel absolutely awful that you had a hand in making her spiral like this. The things you said yesterday after what you saw? They were clearly bound to affect her in some way and the fact that you were too blinded by your own feelings to notice makes you feel slightly sick to your stomach. You wish she would’ve opened up to you instead of putting up a front and helping you to her own detriment. The two of you used to be so in tune but now? It’s evident that the years of separation have done damage to your ability to communicate with each other.

You open the door to the nurses station and shuffle Lottie inside, sitting her down and grabbing supplies. The thought that it was not long ago that she was doing this for you strikes you. It feels like so much has changed since that first night at the compound. You gather similar supplies, gauze, tape, antiseptic, and antibiotic ointment. She hisses at the sting of the antiseptic and you breathe a sigh of relief as she seems to have regained awareness.

“I’m sorry, it’s almost done.” You slather on some of the antibiotic ointment and tape a bit of gauze to her palm, securing it with a small roll of cloth wrapped around her hand. “There, all better…” You hold her bandaged hand between two of yours, wishing you could do more to help her.

“Thank you, Y/n.” She says solemnly. You hum in acknowledgment, bringing her hand up to press a kiss against it. You’ll be okay, you think. Both of you… eventually.

You hope.

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Author’s note:

so uhh that’s it! please let me know if you like it, i have plans for a second part that i’ll continue to work on :)

[nikemouse]

[AU] New Age of The Planet of the Apes

Hi, since NoMae is my new Tumblr obsession and I had some free time, I compiled ideas about what I imagine the movie's sequels would be like. My inspiration for this story came from the theory of TheOasisGeek channel on YouTube, as well as the Korean manhwa Leviathan (manhwa).

Rating: Madure.

Edit: 31 th January, 2025.

NOTE: English is not my first language, so a thousand pardons for any grammatical errors.

Summary

In an apocalyptic world, the leader of the Eagle clan must join forces with a group of humans to fight for survival.

Years have passed since the fall of Proximus Caesar. Noa is now the official leader of the Eagle clan, but his people are once again threatened when a young emperor emerges seeking revenge. After an unsuccessful rebellion, Noa has his vocal cords pierced and is forced to leave his homeland. Unable to sing for the eagles, the ape leader guides his people and other defeated clans in search of a haven. To the apes' dismay, the discovery of intelligent echoes provokes territorial tensions. Meanwhile, a mysterious disease is taking hold of planet Earth, affecting both humans and apes.

“The grandfather builds the Empire, the father squanders the Empire, and the son loses the Empire” - Chinese proverb

The origin of the Forbidden Zone {The story of Cornelius & Nova}

After Caesar's death, the apes were finally free from human evil, and lived in peace in the Oasis. As Caesar's second son, Cornelius was expected to inherit his father's place as the next leader. Despite his sagacity, young Cornelius lacks Caesar's imposing stature. And this seems to affect his self-esteem. To cope with the pressure of succeeding his father, he often goes on adventures with his friend Nova. Cornelius likes Nova as an adventure companion, although he considers her slow and bad at climbing. The ape enjoys her jokes and magic tricks.

Nova grows up as Maurice's adopted daughter. She proves to be more intelligent than the other apes and sometimes acts as a teacher in her father's place. In reality, Nova hasn't lost her intelligence, but the disease has reset her brain, so she has lost her memory. For this reason, when she saw her biological father's corpse lying in the snow, she could not show any emotion, even though something in the back of her mind told her she knew the man.

Despite the visible physical differences, when Nova reaches adolescence, she feels physically attracted to the males of the ape community. In her naivety, she believes she will get married and start a family just like the other females. But this illusion is finally shattered when, on receiving unpleasant comments from the other males, “she's very ugly”, she runs into her father's arms. Maurice, for his part, gently explains that Nova is a beautiful girl, but because she is from a different species, she will never find a partner in that community.

To distract her mind, Nova goes on one of Cornelius' adventures to explore the ruins. They find a statue with a face identical to Nova's, below which are the inscriptions: “U.S.A.”. The pair don't know it, but the sculpted face actually belongs to an astronaut who was lost in space, Judy Franklin, one of the first American women to travel in a spaceship. Cornelius takes the statue with him, even though Nova doesn't like the idea. On their way out of the building, they come across an intelligent human who runs away when he realizes an ape accompanies the girl. The possibility that there are others like her intrigues Nova. She needs to know who they are and where they are. Cornelius notices the change in his friend's behavior, but decides not to confront her for fear of angering her.

Maurice also noticed this change who, as an elderly orangutan who probably won't live to the end of the year, advises his daughter to set off on a journey in search of the answers she needs. His friend's decision to leave home initially disgusted Cornelius, because deep down Cornelius wanted Nova to take Maurice's place as a teacher.

Nova consoles him and says that Cornelius will always be in her heart, no matter how far away she is, and to show that he also cares for Nova, Cornelius gives her a necklace with Caesar's symbol on it, so that Nova will always have a reminder of her old home with her.

Years later, Cornelius would marry and start a family. He had three children, Green-Eyes the firstborn, and Galen the second son, and Shiva, the youngest daughter. Green-Eyes and Galen are brothers who haven't got along since they were babies. Both are responsible in their duties, but Green-Eyes always shows arrogance towards the other ape species. For Green-Eyes, chimpanzees are superior to other apes. His father constantly reproached this distorted thinking. Shiva is closer to Green-Eyes. He likes to be around his younger sister because Shiva always praises him and says he's better than Galen.

One day Green-Eyes and Galen are arguing near the ruins when they hear a mysterious noise coming from the abandoned building. On checking, the brothers hear echoes of a mysterious animal; they are intrigued and Green-Eyes enters the site to investigate. Galen tries to stop him, but cannot convince his brother until a human carrying a sword appears, and strikes a blow at Green-Eyes. Luckily, the blade grazes his face. The brothers run off and warn the other apes. A group of apes is sent to check the site and find the creature. Hours later, they return with a familiar face, Nova, alongside a woman and a young boy called Sirius.

Cornelius warmly welcomed Nova, now an older woman and the leader of a community of humans. His father's reaction left Green-Eyes confused and angry, as he expected the woman to be punished because of the arrow. But Galen calms his brother's nerves and Nova apologizes for the unpredictable behaviour of his son, Sirius.

Nova reveals that over the last few years, years, her mission has been to help track down survivors of the apocalypse. She explains that humanity, who is hiding underground, has abandoned the infected. She says that she has gathered many survivors, but that they have now had to abandon their land because of climate change. During the conversation, Sirius points to a small statue placed in the center of the nest. Nova is surprised to see the ancient artifact again, and Cornelius presents her friend with the object. Green-Eyes disapproves of his father's idea and tries to convince Galen, who in turn remains neutral. Galen doesn't trust humans, but he respects his father's decisions.

Little by little, Galen also changes his mind about humans, and even makes friends with Sirius, something that annoys Green-Eyes even more. Taking advantage of the situation, Shiva convinces Green-Eyes that humans could be a future threat. She shows Green-Eyes leaflets from a zoo where chimpanzees are kept in cages. “For now they are few, but when they multiply in number, we will be doomed!”. Knowing that Galen would probably take his father's place, Green-Eyes devises a plan to get rid of his brother and the unwanted humans. Shiva steals Sirius' sword and Green-Eyes uses the object to murder his own brother, but things don't work out as planned. Cornelius would have seen Green-Eyes's crime coming from afar. Heartbroken, Cornelius expels Green-Eyes, who flees the camp with his fiancée and other chimpanzees who share his superiority.

Thus, Shiva ends up becoming Cornelius' sole heir. When Sirius realizes Shiva manipulated Green-Eyes, he convinces his mother that the only way to maintain peace between apes and humans is for the two species to live separately. So Sirius and Shiva sign an agreement and the humans move to a place called the “Forbidden Zone”. Meanwhile, to represent his newly formed clan, Green-Eyes would adopt the color blue in contrast to the traditional color red used by Caesar's people, and his descendants would later domesticate eagles. However, Shiva's reign did not last long, as after a series of disagreements, the chimpanzees, orangutans and gorillas fragmented into different groups. This story was passed down from generation to generation among Nova's descendants.

Mae's Backstory

The Bunkers:

After the simian flu wiped out almost all of humanity, the remaining humans managed to survive in underground bunkers. The bunkers were built before the viral outbreak. The American government to shelter the population in case of nuclear war. The humans who took shelter inside the buildings were military personnel, scientists, or had some connection to politics. Small societies were created inside the hiding places, and each society had its system of rules;

Mae was born in a place divided by a rigid class system, based on the level of skills each person could offer. Therefore, more skilled people receive more resources (food, water, clothing) than less experienced individuals;

Inhabitants' abilities are measured through intelligence and strength tests. In addition, performance during work is constantly evaluated. So if you didn't perform your tasks correctly, you could be demoted or even considered “useless”;

People considered “useless” by the system make up the lowest layer of society. They receive fewer resources, for example, access to health services;

Euthanasia is applied to the elderly and disabled;

Women have had their reproductive rights removed. Women of childbearing age are obliged to take part in reproduction programs. Abortion is only permitted when the pregnancy poses a risk to the pregnant woman's life;

Over time, teaching underwent transformations; some books and teaching materials were banned or altered, and any thought that posed a threat to the system was banned. - A similar situation occurred when Proximus distorted Caesar's ideals;

The surviving humans are indoctrinated to hate apes - Mae grew up hearing that apes were responsible for the destruction of human civilization. At first, she refuses to believe that Noa and Raka are good people;

The Gatherers

Because of limited resources, a group of gatherers are sent to the surface every month to collect supplies, risking their lives to ensure the survival of humanity;

Besides wearing special clothing during their missions, the gatherers use immunizing drugs;

The gatherers have a time limit for remainng outside, and are sterilized after each mission;

For security reasons, the gatherers live in an isolated area of the bunker, without direct contact with members of the community members, communicating through a video calls with their superiors;

The gatherers undergo a military training - For this reason, Mae survived on the surface alone for a long time before crossing paths with Noa and Raka;

About the virus:

The simian flu has mutated yet again, affecting the surviving humans even more. Instead of killing those infected, the mutant strain of simian flu causes humans to lose the ability to speak and become wild animals. The humanity that has isolated itself in the bunkers still carries ALZ-113, but has managed to reverse the side effects thanks to immunizing drugs and the fact that they are not exposed to the new mutation of the virus;

Just as the next generations of apes became more intelligent, humans also developed a stronger immune system. In this case, humans have used genetic engineering to their advantage;

The virus still exists on the surface and can be fatal to humans;

In very rare cases, the retrovirus ends up working and having its intended effect for the first time, the affected humans have accelerated thinking and a higher intellectual level, but still suffer from common side effects of the virus, such as eye and nose bleeding. These humans are considered the next stage in the evolution of Homo sapiens. This human subspecies is known as Mutants;

There are communities formed by this new species hidden around the planet, many of whom disguise themselves as wild echoes as a form of protection, so as not to attract the attention of the apes;

In the old region of Fort Wayne, there is an agricultural community of Mutants, known as the Nova Clan. The name “Nova” is a tribute to the founder and first leader of the community. The clan likes to call the inhabitants of the bunkers “underground people”. It is a matriarchal community, 40% of the participants are mute. Unlike the present thinking of the humans in the bunkers, the community believes in harmony between humans and apes;

Human novas like to call the inhabitants of the bunkers “underdwellers”;

Mae's family:

Mae was raised in a family of gatherers;

Mae's mother's real name is Ellen, but she goes by the alias “Carol”, while her adoptive father was called Joel - this part is confusing, but I'll explain it later:

“Ellen had a twin sister called Carol. As a child, Carol underwent surgery to implant a catheter in her heart, and this experience motivated her to take up medicine. Ellen and Carol loved each other unconditionally, but a tragic event would separate the two sisters. Connor, a family friend, doped and sexually abused Ellen. Being from a wealthy family, Connor got away with it. Ellen, dissatisfied with the jury's decision, would have taken the law into her own hands, but her revenge didn't go according to plan, as Connor's eye was pierced during the attack. Carol, afraid that her pregnant sister will be sentenced to expulsion, assumes the identity of Ellen, and in the end the real Carol is tried and sentenced to death. But Connor devises a plan to send “Ellen”/Carol to the surface. The imposter spends days wandering the apocalyptic earth facing dangerous challenges, such as a clan of chimpanzees who hunt wild humans to feed on their flesh. Until Daena, a descendant of Nova and the current leader of a group, finds her made up of intelligent humans. The revelation that some humans have kept their intellectual capacity surprises Carol and survives the apocalypse, but she also wonders if the government knows of their existence. Daena at first suspects Carol of being some kind of “underground” spy, so she captures her and takes her to her clan. But little by little, with her knowledge of medicine, Carol wins Daena's trust and eventually they fall in love and get married.

Ellen is traumatized after losing her sister, so she raises her daughter to be strong and ruthless. Thus, Mae is taught from an early age not to trust just anyone;

After assuming the identity of “Carol”, Ellen abandons her family and joins the gatherers. There she meets Joel, and falls in love with him;

Mae is Connor's daughter, but grew up thinking her father was Joel;

Mae has a somewhat complicated relationship with her mother. Although Mae understands that her mother loves her, she sometimes feels suffocated by the psychological pressure and would like to have more freedom to go out with her friends;

Mae has good relationship with father, Joel. Joel is a technology geeek and handles the bunker's internal infrastructure and equipment repairs. Mae has always accompanied her father to work since she was a child, and she has also developed a passion for technology;

Mae has two best friends: Raven and Douglas. The trio of friends has known each other since kindergarten - a similar dynamic that Noa shares with Soona and Anaya;

She is nicknamed “Eagle Eyes” by her friends, because she is very good at target practice - the choice of this nickname is deliberate, as I believe the scriptwriters wanted Mae to have a connection with Noa, just as her clan has with the eagles;

At the virtual school, Mae excels in all her subjects;

Mae meets Desmond, another prodigy at the school when they are teamed up by their teacher to do a project together. Although her mother says they could be friends, she despises him because she thinks he has a “God complex”;

Mae's father dies in an “accident” when she is fifteen - in reality he was murdered;

She keeps a music box by her bed. This was the last birthday present she received from her father;

The mission:

Seven attempts have been made to recover the SATCOM chip, and all have failed;

The group is attacked by Proximus apes as they near their destination. Mae sees her mother being killed. Douglas, one of Mae's best friends, sacrifices himself to save her life. In his last moments of life, he confesses his feelings to her;

Mae is the only one in the group to escape alive. She takes refuge in the rubble of a church. She believes she is alone until she notices a mysterious figure next to the statue of the Virgin Mary. This is her aunt, the real Carol. Mae at first believes she is seeing a ghost of her mother. They talk and Mae is disappointed to realize that the woman in front of her is not her mother, but surprised to discover that she has an aunt;

She wonders how Carol can still maintain sentience if the virus is still on the planet. Carol says that some humans are immune, but this can only be discovered within a year. Carol also tells Carol about her past. The woman reveals the atrocities she went through because of the system and even tells her niece that apes are not monsters, as they claim;

— No, you don't understand. They can form family ties, creating monuments, developing their own culture. We can't just ignore the fact that this planet is as much theirs as it is ours.

— Can you believe that? Apes killed their own sister! — questioned Mae.

This statement leaves Mae in a complete state of rage. The girl thinks Carol is a crazy woman;

They fight and Carol disappears. The next morning, Mae continues her journey in search of SATCOM;

After the events of Kingdom of The Planet of the Apes

When Mae returns to the human settlement and gives Korina the decryption key, she also asks for her music box back;

Carol finds Raka. She ends up saving the ape's life and they become friends;

Raka and Noa meet again. Although Raka's ideas are not accepted by the elders of the Eagle Clan, Noa meets the old orangutan on the sly to learn more about Caesar;

Mae sets up a makeshift camp near the bunker. Then one day she realizes that some animal is stealing her food. Mae sets a trap and captures an orangutan cub called Lena. At first, Mae doesn't let her guard down for Lena, but her heart softens when she discovers the cub is yet another child who lost her family to the atrocities of Proximus Caesar. Mae ends up “adopting” Lena and together they end up forming a family;

At some point, Mae discovers that inside the music box was a letter written by her mother, Ellen. In the message, Ellen tells her the whole truth about her past, her real identity, her lost twin sister, and finally who her daughter's father is. Mae bursts into tears at the discovery and Lena comforts her;

Eventually Mae is reunited with Carol. She is surprised that Mae is taking care of an ape and even more so, carrying a Caesar medallion. Mae asks her aunt for forgiveness and they reconcile. Carol invites Mae to live with the Nova clan. Mae had no faith that she could survive alone on the surface for long, especially now that she had a child to look after, so she allied herself with the group of humans;

At first, Mae's presence is not very well accepted, but little by little she gains a foothold in the clan with her technological skills;

THE MAIN VILLAINS:

Desmond Thompson harbors a hatred of apes and believes that they are to blame for humanity having to live in isolation underground. He is a brilliant scientist and currently the head of the science department. His research focuses on developing a biological weapon capable of sterilizing all apes. His father, Oliver Thompson, was one of the creators project, but after a series of fiascos that put his teammates lives at risk, the project was canceled and Oliver was fired. Months later, Oliver committed suicide. Desmond's laboratory is in a makeshift facility on the surface. Thanks to SATCOM, he coordinates the project with the help of other scientists across the country. Desmond displays a great lack of empathy and a god complex, firmly believing that he is the only one capable of saving humanity.

Connor Cunningham is Mae's biological father. He belongs to a high-ranking family in the bunker and obtained his position throught nepotism. Together with Desmond, Connor aims to restore human civilization. To achieve this, Connor contacts Ivar, a young leader, to procure ore and other natural resources. In return, he supplies Ivar's army with low-quality firearms. The supply of firearms allows Ivar to reconquer the former empire of his father, Proximus Caesar. This possession of firearms ultimately leads to enslavement and bloodshed among the ape communities. Connor is a man without scruples and takes pleasure in the apes destroying themselves. He is known to the Eagle Clan as the “merchant of death”.

Ivar is the son of Proximus. Ivar lost his father when he was still a child, and shortly afterwards, witnessed the death of his mother and later had to endure unthinkable abuse and persecution from his family. Ivar develops a strong hatred for the Eagle Clan, especially Noa, and blames them for ruining his life. Over time, Ivar formed an alliance with “Messiah”, a chimpanzee-human hybrid in which he helped eliminate his opponents. Messiah is not his real name, nor does Ivar himself know the origin of this killer, but that doesn't matter as long as he does his job. With the help of a human called Connor, Ivar begins a military campaign to reconquer the lands of the former emperor. Despite his age, he is capable of feats just like his predecessor. However, not everyone is pleased with the new emperor. Because of a trap set by his opponents, Ivar was shot in the head and left in a coma for seven days. He survives but is left with aftereffects. After the assassination attempt, his personality changed drastically. He became more brutal toward his enemies. Even his allies became afraid of the young emperor.

[ticifics]

Do I Make You Nervous?

Todd Haynes x black!reader

Summary: "You know, Todd," you began, leaning slightly toward him, "if you’re not careful, I’ll start thinking you have a thing for me." "I…" Todd choked on his response, blinking rapidly. He tried to compose himself, scratching his neck again as he let out a nervous laugh. "I think it’s kind of obvious, right?"

Warnings: none

request by my beloved @gingerteafairy

Masterlist

Todd Haynes was the kind of guy who seemed to hide within himself. Tall, with brown hair he could never quite tame and dark eyes that carried an intensity he clearly didn’t know how to wield. Whenever you were around, he became even more awkward, as if his hands—big and striking, the kind you found fascinating—had no idea what to do.

You knew he thought you were beautiful; it was written all over every fleeting glance, every unnecessary stammer when he tried to form a sentence near you. And as much as you loved making him nervous, you didn’t do it out of cruelty. The truth was, you liked him. You liked him a lot, enough to always notice the dimples that appeared when he attempted a shy smile or how his raspy voice seemed to pull you closer every time.

That’s how it was that afternoon in the comic book shop. You had decided to stop by after a slower day, knowing Todd would be there, as usual. He was leaning against the counter, arguing about some rare edition with the clerk, his hands gesturing animatedly. But the moment he saw you, he lost the thread of the conversation. His eyes traveled over your face, lingering just a second longer on your lips—the same ones you had glossed that morning. It was almost comical how he swallowed hard and tried to look casual.

“Hi, Todd,” you greeted, your voice laced with playful sweetness.

“Hey... you,” he replied, a bit clumsily, rubbing the back of his neck and glancing away. He seemed even more nervous with you so close, your soft scent already clouding his thoughts. Todd couldn’t help but think about how your skin always seemed to glow, as if kissed by the sun. And that hair… God, how he wanted to run his fingers through those waves and lose himself there.

“I didn’t know you were a comic book expert,” you teased, crossing your arms and tilting your head, watching him with a smile you knew would undo him.

“Oh, I’m not exactly an expert,” he stammered. “But, you know… it’s kind of… my hobby.” He almost cursed himself internally. Kind of my hobby? Really, Todd? What kind of answer is that?

You couldn’t hold back a laugh, leaning in slightly, loving how flustered he seemed. “Are you nervous?” you asked, your tone dripping with mischief.

Todd blinked, opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water. “Me? Nervous? Of course not. Why would I be nervous?”

You stepped closer, closing the distance between you, your eyes fixed on him, watching the way his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed. “Then why are you sweating like you’re about to take a final exam, huh? Come on, Todd… do I make you nervous?”

He opened his mouth to reply but gave up halfway. You knew you’d backed him into a corner, and that only made your smile grow. “It’s okay, you know? I think it’s kind of cute,” you added, your voice dropping to a softer, almost conspiratorial tone.

Todd knew he was done for. He also knew he had to do something before he missed the chance to, at least once, turn the tables. So, he mustered every ounce of courage he had, stepped closer—surprising you—and flashed that dimpled smile you adored, the proximity forcing him to tilt his chin down to meet your gaze. “And you? Do I make you nervous?”

The air seemed to disappear for a moment. The way he asked, with a tone firmer, almost confident, was enough to leave you momentarily speechless. Before you could regain your composure, he added, even bolder, “Because if I do, maybe you should go out with me. You know, just to make sure.”

Todd couldn’t stop the thought that invaded his mind at that moment: Man, if Dave or Marty were seeing this… They’d freak out. Like, a hot girl talking to me? Flirting with me? He almost laughed at the irony. He knew he was a nerd, knew he was never the guy girls noticed—especially girls like you, with skin that glowed under the light like it was made to ruin him, and that confident smile that always seemed to know exactly the effect it had.

You blinked, slightly caught off guard by the shift in the dynamic. For a second, your parted lips gave Todd a view he knew he’d never forget, and he tried to hold his breath. Okay, Todd, don’t mess this up now. He saw your eyes narrow slightly, not in anger or disgust. No. It was something more… intrigued. As if you were trying to figure out how this Todd Haynes—the clumsy nerd who always stammered around you—had managed to gather the nerve to pull something like this.

“You… want to go out with me?” you repeated, your voice tinged with surprise but still wrapped in that soft, almost challenging tone that made his stomach flip. You took a small step forward, your movements so graceful that Todd almost lost his grip on reality. Your curls bounced slightly with the motion, and maybe, just maybe, he noticed how they framed the soft curve of your shoulders.

“Yeah. I do,” he replied, his voice steadier than he expected, though the smile still played on his lips. “I mean, if that’s not too uncomfortable for you…” He let the sentence hang, that same dimpled smile making a reappearance, one he suspected might throw you off balance. Of course, he wasn’t a complete idiot.

You laughed softly, the sound carrying something else, maybe a hint of nervousness that matched what you were feeling in that moment. "You know, Todd," you began, leaning slightly toward him, "if you’re not careful, I’ll start thinking you have a thing for me." "I…" Todd choked on his response, blinking rapidly, trying to find something – anything – to say. But the only thing he could think of was how close you were now, and how it would be if… No, don’t kiss her now. Breathe. He tried to compose himself, scratching his neck again as he let out a nervous laugh. "I think it’s kind of obvious, right?" he admitted, the unexpected honesty coming out along with the nervousness in his voice. You bit your lip, and Todd saw something change in your gaze – a different shine, almost an acceptance of what he had just admitted. He saw the smile return, softer, but still carrying that air of someone who loved being in control. You tilted your head again, as if contemplating something, before speaking: "Well, then I guess we should sort this out. When are we going out, Todd?"

The question caught him off guard, and he blinked, clearly trying to keep up. She really wants to go out with me? It was as if his brain had short-circuited, the sound of your voice echoing in his mind. "When?" he answered automatically, not even realizing he was just echoing you.

"How about now?" you suggested, your tone casual, yet still filled with that teasing that left him off balance. You took another step, now close enough that the slightest movement could result in you being pressed against his chest, the sweet and subtle scent that made his thoughts scramble even more—damn, do girls really smell like this? It felt dangerous. "Or are you gonna stand there, overthinking again?"

Todd blinked again, but the smile that appeared on his face was slow, almost mischievous, with the dimples you loved making his face stand out even more. He took a deep breath, summoning the courage he never thought he'd have, and replied, "Now? Like, now now?"

"Yes, Todd. Now now," you replied, laughing and rolling your eyes as if it were obvious, but the way your lips curved into a soft smile said otherwise. You were loving this, and he knew it.

"Alright, then. Now," Todd said, more confidently this time. He stepped aside, allowing you to pass through the door of the comic shop first, but not before throwing a victorious look at Marty and Dave, who were strategically hiding between the manga shelves, clearly watching everything. Both of their eyes were wide with disbelief, and Dave even dropped the comic he was holding. Marty looked like he was about to drown in his own saliva. Todd smirked to himself, proud, and made sure to discreetly point at you while whispering, "That's right. She's with me."

You didn’t notice the little show, or maybe you did and just decided to let it slide. As soon as you were outside on the sidewalk, the cool air made Todd breathe deeply, trying to calm his heart that seemed determined to escape his chest. He was about to shove his hands in his pockets, but stopped as soon as he felt something warm and soft wrap around his arm.

His gaze immediately went to you, now walking beside him, your arm linked with his as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Todd swallowed hard, his eyes dropping to the subtle but noticeable difference between his skin and yours. The rich tone of your skin seemed even more vibrant in the fading light of the afternoon, and he had to fight the urge to stop and just look at it longer than would be socially acceptable. She’s real, he thought, almost incredulous.

"You’re too quiet," you commented, turning your face toward him, your eyes sparkling with a mix of curiosity and amusement. "Regretting it already?"

"What? No! Not at all," Todd replied way too quickly, his voice a little louder than he intended. He cleared his throat, trying to sound calmer. "I just... I’m trying to figure out where we’re going. You know, it's the first date and all." He emphasized the words, as if still processing that this was really happening.

"Oh, so you want to impress me?" you teased, raising an eyebrow while gently squeezing his arm, enough to make him trip over his own foot. Todd laughed, a nervous but genuine sound.

"Well, of course, right? I mean, it’s not every day a girl like you decides to give me a chance," he said, the tone sincere mixed with that self-deprecating humor that seemed to be a natural defense for him. But as soon as the words left his mouth, Todd realized they came out more vulnerable than he intended.

You stopped for a moment, tilting your head slightly as if evaluating something. Then, your smile returned, softer now. "And who said you need to impress me? Maybe I just want pizza and a good conversation."

"Pizza, huh? I like that," Todd replied, the relief dripping from his voice. "But wait, does that mean you’re not only beautiful but also like pizza? Is there anything else perfect about you that I should know?"

You laughed, leaning toward him almost conspiratorially. "Well, I also read comics. And before you ask, yes, I have a copy of Watchmen."

Todd stopped walking, his dark eyes wide. "Wait, are you serious? Because, look, if this is a joke to impress me, it’s working, but I’m gonna need proof."

You let go of his arm, but only to extend your hand, as if sealing a deal. "Take me to pizza, and I’ll show you Watchmen when it’s convenient." Your voice was laced with humor, but there was something more there—a promise that this afternoon had the potential to be the start of something.

Todd squeezed your hand, his fingers wide against yours. For a moment, he just held your hand, appreciating the soft warmth radiating from your fingers. He leaned slightly toward you, the confidence growing with each passing second at your side. "Deal. But just so you know, you’ve just committed to the best slice of pepperoni in town."

"Is that so? Let’s see if you keep that promise, Todd Haynes," you replied, pulling him along by the arm once more.

The pizzeria Todd chose was modest but full of personality, with walls covered in posters of old movies and a jukebox that looked like it came straight out of an ‘80s classic. You sat at a table near the window, and to Todd’s surprise, the conversation flowed easily. He talked about how he, Marty, and Dave used to meet there to discuss the latest superhero conspiracy theories, while you laughed and asked questions that made him feel even more at ease.

When the pizza arrived, you didn’t hesitate to grab a generous slice, pointing out that Todd had nailed the choice. He watched you eat for a few seconds, his smile overflowing with something that wasn’t just satisfaction; it was something deeper, almost reverential. Todd, for the first time in a long time, felt like he didn’t need to be anything other than himself.

After you finished, you decided to walk through the city, the fresh night air starting to replace the heat of the day. Your arm was still looped through his, and at several moments, you leaned your head close, as if sharing secrets that made him laugh out loud. Todd couldn’t decide what he loved more: the sound of your laugh or the way you seemed to move so naturally beside him, as if you two were already one.

On the way, you passed by a quiet park, the kind of place that seemed almost magical at this hour of the day. The moon was a spectacle of its own in the sky, not even all the light pollution was enough to dull its glow. It was impossible to ignore how cinematic everything felt, as if you two were living the climax of some romance he never would’ve believed would be about him.

“How about we sit for a bit?” you suggested, pointing to a wooden bench under a big tree. Todd just nodded, following you as if it was the most obvious thing to do. He was so distracted by how the streetlights seemed to dance on your skin that he almost tripped over the edge of the path. You laughed, and he joined you, embarrassed, but incredibly happy.

Sitting side by side, the proximity was palpable. You crossed your legs, turning slightly toward him, while Todd tried, unsuccessfully, not to stare for too long. But it was impossible. The way your curls framed your face, how your skin seemed even softer, and how the gentle scent that always made him dizzy now felt more intense – all of it left him speechless. The situation felt so unreal that he wondered if this could be a dream.

“You’re looking at me like I’m some kind of mystery,” you commented, the corner of your mouth curling into a smile that made him forget how to breathe for a moment.

“It’s not that,” Todd replied, not thinking much. He leaned in slightly, his eyes fixed on yours, his voice lower now, almost like a secret. “It’s just that… you’re beautiful. Like, really beautiful. It kind of… distracts me.” The last words came out awkwardly, but they were sincere enough for you to feel their impact.

For a second, you were left speechless, your heart racing. But the smile that formed on your face was enough for Todd to realize that he hadn’t ruined anything. In fact, he realized that you were just as enchanted by him as he was by you.

“So, Haynes,” you began, leaning just a bit closer, your voice low and filled with teasing. “Are you going to kiss me now, or are you going to wait until the next date?”

Todd felt his brain short-circuit. He blinked quickly, not sure if he had heard you right. “I-I…” He tried to answer, but the words just wouldn’t come out. The idea of you asking something like that, with a voice full of a tone meant to leave him speechless, was something he never would’ve imagined, not even in his wildest dreams.

“I’m kidding... sort of,” you said with a smile, though your gaze didn’t leave his. Todd’s face turned a deeper shade of red, making him even more adorable, and you couldn’t help but think how much you liked the effect you had on him.

“You can’t just say something like that out of the blue,” he finally managed to reply, his voice lower, full of an unguarded honesty. “I’m trying to look cool here, but… it’s hard.”

“I never said it had to be easy,” you replied with a mischievous smile. “But seriously, Todd… you’re adorable, you know?”

Those words caught him off guard. Adorable. You thought he was adorable. He blinked, trying to process what that meant, what he had done to deserve something like that. “Me? Adorable?” He let out a short, nervous laugh. “I don’t think anyone’s ever said that before.”

“Well, you’d better get used to it, because I think so.” Your voice was soft, and you leaned a bit closer, your fingers playing distractedly with the hem of his jacket. “And you know what else? You make me feel... good. Like I’m the most precious person in the world, you know?”

Todd felt his chest tighten in a good way, like his heart had decided to burn with the intensity of everything. He opened his mouth to say something, but you just shook your head with a small smile. “No need to say anything. Just… kiss me already.”

It was as if time had slowed down. Todd swallowed, his eyes fixed on yours, briefly flicking to your lips before returning to your gaze. The world around them seemed to fade away, the park’s sounds becoming distant, like an echo from another universe. He moved in slowly, almost hesitantly, but determined. His hand moved to the side of the bench, almost as if he wanted to hold onto something while the other found the courage to rest gently on your face.

You didn’t pull away, not that he expected you to, but the quiet relief he felt when you tilted your face slightly into his hand made him breathe deeply. The touch was warm, and he couldn’t stop noticing how soft your skin felt, how the colors were different. Honestly, he thought this was the most beautiful contrast that could exist. His thumb traced the soft curve of your mouth, admiring the way your lips parted sweetly.

“Todd,” you murmured, your voice low enough to be almost a secret. “I promise I won’t bite… unless you ask.”

He let out a nervous laugh, but the teasing only encouraged him. His gaze went back to your lips, and this time, he didn’t hesitate. When your lips finally met, it was everything and more than he could’ve imagined. The kiss started soft, almost shy, but gained more confidence as you placed your hand on his shoulder, pulling him a little closer.

Todd didn’t know if the world still existed around you. All that mattered was how you moved against him, how that moment seemed to be made just for the two of you. When you finally pulled away, he opened his eyes slowly, his still lost in the shine of yours. Your mouth was slightly swollen, beautiful as hell, and it was because of him. He could still taste the sweet gloss on his tongue.

“That... was incredible,” he confessed, his voice almost hoarse. “Can I do that again?”

You laughed, leaning in just enough to brush your lips against his once more. “Whenever you want, Todd.”

[chukys-mouthguard]

smut #19 w vince dunn maybee??!? pls

Prompt: “I’m weak for you.” 

Note: um hi…can someone please explain how I never knew this gorgeous specimen of a man aka Vince Dunn existed? Cause wow 🥵 might have watched like 20 tik tok edits of him before writing this and now I’m down bad…thank you anon 🫶🏼

Warning: sexual content

“Fuck!” 

Vince cursed as he ran his hands through his hair, groaning as he’d lost yet another game of whatever it was he and his teammates spent hours playing every night. You never paid much attention, only knowing they shot at each other and were trying to be the last person standing to win. 

You didn’t mind hanging out while he spent a few hours playing his video games. Just enjoying being in his presence. But you’d be lying if you didn’t get some enjoyment out of the moans and curses that would leave his lips from time to time. Whether he realized it or not, they were hot. Point blank period. 

Each time another moan escaped his lips you’d feel yourself getting more hot and bothered. Squeezing your legs together as you could feel yourself getting wet just by the sound of his voice. 

Normally if Vince were online where he could be seen, you never sat in the room with him. But, tonight not being one of those nights, you figured you’d try your luck at getting him to call it quits early. 

Walking over you wrapped your arms around his neck, a soft moan escaping your lips as you pressed a kiss to his cheek. The kisses trailing down to his neck as he moaned against your touch, subconsciously tilting his head to give you better access. 

“Fuck…”

He cursed as his breath hitched in his throat. Your hands having moved down his chest and grazing over his crotch. Nothing the growing bulge in his sweats. He head falling back as you palmed him over the fabric. 

“Guys I don’t know how much longer I can play. I’m getting fucked tonight.” 

Trying not to chuckle at his choice of words, you made your way in front of Vince. Sinking to your knees as he stared at you with lust filled eyes. The muffles of his teammates in his headset as they were surely trying to convince him to play another round. 

He lifted his hips as he saw your hands making their way to his waistband, giving you easy access at pulling them down along with his boxers. Freeing his cock and earning a slight groan from him at the feeling. 

Looking over your shoulder you’d noticed they started another game, but you were already having your fun, so why stop now? 

Bringing his cock to your mouth, you slowly began licking up the sides before taking him in your mouth. “Holy shit…yeah no no I just sniped someone. All good.” 

Vince doing his best to not get too distracted, but as you deepthroated him that was proving to be harder than he imagined. 

“Fuck! Okay that’s it-“

He tossed off his headset as he exited his game, pulling you from you knees and into his lap. His lips finding yours, hungry and full of need. 

“God, someone decided to be a little naughty tonight huh?” 

He slapped your ass, adding emphasis to his words as he bit his lip. Grinding yourself against his cock you elicited another moan from him, never getting tired of the sound. 

“And someone didn’t really seem to want to stop me from acting on my impulses, huh?” 

Mocking his words playfully you locked your fingers in his hair as his hands traced up your back before he lightly tugged on your hair. 

“Mmm, what can I say? I’m weak for you.” 

You were practically dripping at this point. The way his words were laced with so much want, while still being cocky enough to not sound needy. 

Vince’s lips now covering your neck in kisses, mixed with the occasion bite. He was loving being able to touch you and not have to watch his words or control his noises. 

“God damnit-“ 

Vince’s phone buzzing on the table as he pulled his lips from you. 

“Hello? Yeah, no dude I’m literally getting fucked tonight. A little urgent, sorry.” 

Tossing his phone back on the table his fingers playfully teased at the waistband of your shorts. 

“Now, get these off so you can ride me baby.” 

[pupyuj]

[cw: smut, g!p, overstimulation, masturbation]

almost lost my train of thought here... but i was thinking about minjeong and short-circuited,, yknow.. the usual 😵‍💫 this is so long it might as well have been a full fic 😭😭 i probably said 'minjeong' way too many times here but ignore me okay i love her name...

EDIT: I GOT THE CWS WRONGJDJCNGK

your perv virgin bff minjeong who's always thinking about fucking you :(( even in some of her dreams you're there.. naked and telling her to give in to her temptations and then she wakes up with the most horrible hard on ever that she has to calm herself down 😭😭 but like she definitely could fuck you bcs it's not like you're a prude and you have slept with your other friends before,, but minjeong chickens out every time she could talk to you about it,,, how could she even talk about it?! her, the shy and 'pathetic' kim minjeong, asking for you, the sweet and charming (y/n) to have sex with her?? no, minjeong thinks she doesn't deserve that privilege 💔

bbut likeeee what if you invite her over to your house for your weekly movie nights,, minjeong arriving on time just like always, thinking the night was going to be just like the others where she has to try and keep her urges controlled while she watches you snore next to her 😭 and she's seeing you in one of your cute pajamas sets again and has a little mental breakdown inside her head bcs her bff was so dang cute :(( but she's also growing a fucking boner again bcs when is she not???? thank god you never minded that minjeong had a dick bcs she knew that if you were to take a glance down, you would see the very obvious tent in her sweatpants 😟🫣

minjeong sitting down on your bed, all changed in her pajamas and lazily browsing your movie collection,,, hiding her hard on under one of your plushies bcs ofc she had to be staring at your plump ass the entire time you walked around your room 😩

"shit,, i'm sorry minjeong, i forgot to buy us packets of hot chocolate earlier," you said, pouting cutely.

"it's okay, we can just have the bread and the other snacks," minjeong smiles at you, finding this side of yourself very endearing .

"mmm but i wanted a warm drink," you mumbled . just then, minjeong got a sick thought in her head that made her blush so hard, she had to focus her eyes back on the tv. ugh she was such a dirty-minded girl, she thought of you gulping up her cum like it was a cup of hot chocolate :((

"i'll run down to the convenience store real quick! will you be okay here?" and minjeong nodded. you've left her alone in your house before and usually she just stayed in your room and scrolled through her phone . "i'll lock the door, don't worry. i'll be back in a few!" and then you were gone. minjeong finally gets rid of the plushie on her lap and looked at her throbbing hard cock, her face all red . she was hopeless . she can't possibly try and get rid of it, she was in your room! you'd immediately know if your best friend decided to jack off and come on your bed! eventually, minjeong decided to just distract herself and pray that her cock will calm down on its own... and what does she do? walk around your room and clean up .

she arranged your plushies on your bed, fixed the framed pictures sitting atop your bookshelf, slid a few books back inside your bookshelf, cleaned up your study table and vanity mirror, then she makes her way inside your bathroom, where she saw a few of your dirty clothes lying on the floor . clicking her tongue, she picks it all up and throws it inside your dirty laundry basket... except a thin, purple pair of panties that she couldn't stop looking at while holding it in her hands. and oh no, there her boner goes again...

fuck, this was impossible. she has to do something, right??? you were going to be out and about for who knows how long... it should be okay, right???

minjeong making her way back to your bed with a sense of urgency :(( nearly tripping over her own feet trying to pull her pajama pants and panties off,, sitting back down on your bed, her cock hanging in the air,, oh she so knew this was wrong in all ways but she has to calm herself before you arrive or else she'll go through the embarrassment of you noticing her hard cock halfway through the night and possibly tease her about it :(((

meanwhile... you're rushing back to your house with a bag full of hot chocolate packets and a few extra snacks bcs you're paranoid that some guy might break in and hurt your little minjeong sjsndjkfkdf calling out to your best friend as soon as you're inside, taking off your flip flops and jacket and heading to the kitchen to heat up some water when you hear... groaning? oh god did somebody actually break in??!!! you rushing up the stairs with only minjeong's safety in mind and coming to a complete stop in front of your bedroom door when you hear minjeong's voice moaning... your name...?? you left the door slightly open earlier, so you took a peek inside...

lo and behold, your best friend, the sweetest, most innocent girl you know, has your favorite pair of panties wrapped around her hard cock 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 she doesn't notice you standing by the door yet, too lost in pleasure and too focused on getting herself to come . she's bucking her hips against the fabric, where the tiniest bit of your own slick from when you were wearing it before remain.. but then she puts your panties against her nose and inhaled, finding your scent so addicting... she's simultaneously jerking herself off and within the next seconds, she came with a whine.. and you watched as her cum spurted out of her cock and onto your bedsheets...

"holy fuck minjeong." bcs what else were you supposed to say!?

poor minjeong nearly bursting into tears when she realizes that you've watched her,, immediately hiding her cock underneath your blankets and dropping your panties on the floor,,, "i-i-i... you're s-supposed to be gone... you weren't supposed to see all that..!!" she's so embarrassed, it's almost heartbreaking 😔 but see, what minjeong doesn't know is that you don't give a fuck.

approaching her on the bed, standing by the side and grabbing her face, "minjeong.. don't cry, it's okay," you're saying bcs now the poor girl was actually in tears :(((

"i'm so s-sorry, (y/n)... i know i'm fucking weird.. i h-had to do something about it, i'm sorry..." ugh it really hurt to see your best friend like this :(( but.. you did say before that you would do anything to cheer her up... and what better way to do that than to relieve her?? ☺️☺️☺️

minjeong's eyes nearly bulging out of her head when you pulled the blanket off of her legs, freeing her still hard cock... taking off your pajama top and climbing on your bed, on your knees, face down and so dangerously close to minjeong's cock... "i got you, minjeong... you don't even have to ask." and her mind completely goes blank when you planted a kiss on her tip 😵‍💫😩

easing her length into your mouth bcs unexpectedly enough, minjeong was surprisingly big :((( feeling your pussy clench at the way her cock twitched as you pushed it deeper and deeper down your throat steadily... looking up at minjeong and seeing her completely entranced by how your mouth feels on her cock.. she was so cute </3 finally bobbing your head up and down slowly, dragging your lips on her shaft and simultaneously licking off her cum from before...

minjeong was completely frozen, convinced that she was stuck in a daydream bcs she never once thought that you would do this with her :(((( you putting her hand on your head, silently pleading her to use your mouth with your eyes but minjeong's virgin ass doesn't know what to do at alllll 😭😭😭 so she just pets your head and nods at you cutely, as if to tell you to keep on doing what you're doing ugh she's so stupid...

rolling your eyes and deciding to do it all on your own, moving your head up and down faster and faster, making yourself gag when minjeong's cock touches the back of your throat,,, minjeong nearly screaming out as she came,, her warm cum filled up your mouth, and you're swallowing every drop <333

"thank you... thank you, (y/n)..." minjeong says, completely out of her head... and you just laugh at her bcs oh, poor girl doesn't know what was coming... you're suddenly pulling her down on the bed, making her lay flat on her back while you took off your pajama pants and panties,,, minjeong staring at you with wide eyes... on one hand she thought you pussy was really pretty but on the other, holy fuck she was so turned on 😵‍💫

"don't think i never see you checking my ass out, minjeong. you're not as slick as you think, baby," you wink at her before turning yourself around facing minjeong's legs and bending down a little, pushing your ass against her cock. oh god she knew exactly what you were going to do,,, you lifted yourself up, spread your folds open, and dropped your cunt on minjeong's cock,,

both of you moaning loudly at the feeling,, gripping minjeong's ankle as you fucked yourself onto her cock,, your best friend watching your ass jiggle every time you dropped down,, fuck she could come just by the sight alone she's so weak for you :((((

"mmhm..! you should've told me, minjeong... you really should have told me you were so big.. ahh...! i would have let you fuck me sooner... so much sooner..." you were moaning like crazy, riding her deeper and faster, hitting all of your sweet spots with your best friend's cock 🫠 a part of you have always wanted to use her like this.. minjeong was so timid and always needed you,, you should have known that she need you in this way too!

"f-from now on.. you won't get to suffer anymore, baby... a-ahhn... i'll let you fuck me whenever you need me... o-okay? just call me and i'll be there, alright...? fuck...! i'm your best friend after all," oh, you were driving minjeong crazyyy 😵‍💫😵‍💫 she was gripping your ass now, ruthlessly slamming her cock inside you, completely driven by her desire for you 😳 she's scratching your lower back, sure to leave marks and small wounds but you don't mind of course 😩

ehehejdejd minjeong suddenly having the courage to get up, push you onto your knees, all fours on your bed, and then pounding into you from behinddd 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

"fucking finally.. knew you had it in you... come on, harder... fuck me, minjeong...!!"

and that she does! tiny grunts in your ear as she thrusting her cock into you as best as she can,, ofc she's a little clumsy but you know she'll make up for it in the future... you'll be there to help her ☺️ minjeong whining in your ear, holding your hands, biting on your shoulder as she cums inside you :((( you're coming too, and you sounded so heavenly to her... your moans were definitely sounds that she wants to hear her whole life...

the two of you definitely fuck all night 😭😭😭 in between movies and sips of hot chocolate, minjeong just can't get enough of youuu 💖💖

[beanmaster-pika]

Saw someone say Sebastian is like Ciel’s dad and it’s been a while since I read kuroshitsuji (I think I stopped around the time we got to the contract backstory, and honestly fair enough there were a few pages about the beginning of working together that were just “Sebastian struggles to raise a child”) but is it not more akin to a farmer and their prized Wagyu calf. On account of. Yknow. The contract where Sebastian gets to eat Ciel’s soul after helping him get revenge or something and Ciel’s soul has been sufficiently marinated in evil.

edit: DIGGING THIS POST OUT AFTER A YEAR AND A HALF!!!!!!!!!!! i have decided that saying sebastian is ciel's dad is cool and fun now especially because this is fandom and we can do whatever we want however keeping this for posterity and also because i think my farmer and wagyu calf analogy is still correct. these things can coexist. Lookie under the cut if you want to hear more.

I started typing this in my tags but I want this in the post itself actually. Anyway i dont necessarily read them as parent-and-child (theyre primarily demon-and-contractor and butler-and-master) but it's an interesting take. i'm only going off what i remember but any affection sebastian might have for ciel and any trust ciel might have in sebastian is inherently tainted by the knowledge that sebastian's gonna eat his soul at the end of it all. like it's not like there's none (does a farmer not love the animals they raise + the contract is also what makes ciel trust sebastian to carry out his will and not betray him) but it's not enough for them to truly see each other as family. and don't get me wrong stories where parents know they'll have to kill their children can be compelling but that's a completely different flavor of tragedy. that's about loss and loving despite knowing how it'll end. this is more about lost potential. who could they be to each other if they weren't a demon and their promised meal? they can play house with the rest of the phantomhive servants. sebastian can mold himself into something paternal to properly raise the soul he was promised and aid him in seeking revenge. but even if he grows affection for the child he has to raise, at the end of the day, the contract eclipses that. no matter how interesting ciel-the-person is, he will first be recognized as ciel-the-food. we can call sebastian ciel's dad. we can interpret genuine fondness in their bond. but i think that for sebastian, that won't take precedence over the contract--a contract he will fulfill willingly. maybe even gleefully. as for ciel, he's smart enough to know all this. he can only trust sebastian to protect him because. again. wagyu calf analogy. would you let someone else snatch up the premium beef you're painstakingly raising for your own table?? he knows exactly how much he's worth in sebastian's eyes, and he has a similarly utilitarian assessment of him. even if he misses his parents, even if sebastian's presence (especially in those first few years when ciel is very young) takes on a quality reminiscent of them, he knows that it's transient, and he knows that to see sebastian as an actual parental figure is folly. he might have entertained the thought in the first year or so, but as he is now, he'd crush it to dust every time it entered his mind (but frankly i wouldn't rule out it still being in his subconscious because that would also be interesting).

Anyway again this is fandom we can interpret and re-interpret things however we please. In this case I am interpreting things as 'Sebastian and Ciel being like father and son would be something at least half sincere but bound by the terms of their contract.'

[notlhecxzsa]

Wings - N.R

An angel on earth? Sounds very impossible for the avengers, especially to Natasha who doesn't believe that god exists, but the most impossible that had happened was what Natasha felt. Love.

Warnings 🚫: None.

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Natasha's POV:

"An angel?" I ask, disbelief and amusement is lacing through my voice, as Fury debrief us on a new mission.

"Yes, Romanoff, it was last seen in russia, we don't know where as we can't find it, but we know it's just in the perimeters in some parts of ohio." Fury explained once again.

"How can you say it's an angel? Does it have wings?" Tony ask, genuinely confused like me.

"It is, but words are not enough, so i brought the video. Friday, can you show them the video i inserted earlier?" Fury said, in wich the a.i commanded to.

A video was shown to us, and we watched it with full of disbelief, but i know we're all amuse by this. It was caught from a CCTV, flying around, and walking on some part of russia, clearly looking lost, it seems like she's a girl, but i can't really guess as it's slightly blurry.

"How can you be so sure that it's really an angel, or that video is real, and not just edited by some random person?" Vision ask, completely not believing what he is seeing.

"Do you think we didn't scanned it all over and checked it twice if it's real or not, Vision? If it's not real, i wouldn't have come here to waste my time. Now suit up, we don't have time, we have an angel to get." Fury said in a hurry, and called Steve, maybe to debrief him because he's the captain.

We all went to our own rooms to change, and pack the things that we would need until we found this angel.

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"Are you sure that it's here, Stark?" I heard Steve whispered on the comms.

We're now here at an abandoned building, somewhere in russia. It's out first day here, not wanting to waste our time, we decided to start looking. But, i know, many of us are just too excited to see the winged creature.

I mean, we know gods are real. But, we've never seen an angel, so...

"Yes, i see the radiation and heat, and it's not very human. It's all alone, just keep moving forward, then take left when you're at the end." I heard Tony said, once again through comms, but i payed no mind on his instructions, as sometimes he could be wrong, plus, its like my feet have their own brain, its moving where it wants to be.

Tony, Wanda, Vision are on the air, while me, Steve, Sam, Bucky and Peter are inside the building where Stark and Vision had detected something. Thor and Loki are not here, since something came up in Asgard.

An unfamiliar quiet sniffle stopped me from walking, as my head whipped around on the direction where it came from. Walking slowly, not making any sounds, i heard the sniffles turned louder, following by a shuffling.

I stopped at the end corner, taking deep breaths before walking left. And my breath caught on my throat as soon as i saw a girl, curled up in ball, wearing a white dress, with gold lacing through it, she has no shoes or slippers to cover up her feet, and it actually looks sore and have cuts already.

I can't clearly see her face, because of her long hair covering her face. She has a pale skin and-.

Oh shit.

I was snapped out off of my trance as soon as i realized and saw her looking at me. Pale white skin, pink plump lips, that is wobbling and quivering, a well defined small cute nose, and god, those deep brown eyes. She's looking at me with full of fear and confusion.

My face turned into a frown when i didn't see any wings, where's the fucking wings?

Maybe she's not the angel?

"Hey..." I started, taking a step forward but soon stopped when i saw her afraidly shuffled backwards. "It's okay, i won't hurt you, okay?..." I was again, met by silence as she kept scanning me through her lashes, knees buckled up to her chest, with her arms hugging it.

"My name's Natasha, Natasha Romanoff, and im here to help you..." I said ever so gently, then trying to take a step forward, but, this time, thankfully, she didn't backed away, so i took it as an advantage to reach out my arms, but still not invading her personal space.

"Your feet is bruised, and it's clear that you need help, is it okay to touch you? Don't worry, i won't do anything, i just need to touch you so i can help you..." I explained softly, looking at her with gentle eyes and a small smile, reaching out my hand more as i took another step.

I saw her look to my hands, then my face, trying to contemplate if ever i mean any harm or not, i just wish im doing a good job on being soft and gentle as this is the first time im ever like this.

"M-my n-name's Y/n..." Oh god, her voice, i felt myself so lulled at it.

"Oh wow, that's a very beautiful name, Y/n..." At that, i caught the blushed on her face, but thought nothing out of it, so i continued, "Okay, how about i carry you to where we are going, or do you want to walk instead? Don't worry, we're just gonna go to my friends so they can treat you wounds, they're nice, they can be noisy and annoying, but they're nice." I said as i pulled a face, which i think made her snort a laugh a little.

"Now, come on, Y/n. Would you like to come with me?" I ask softly, with encouraging eyes and smile. I saw wheels running through her mind, a few seconds her eyes flash a glint of something trustful.

I smiled, as i saw her hands reach up to mine slowly, but it was soon stopped, and we're both startled when the loud boom of Tony's voice called my name.

"Aye! Romanoff! What are you- Oh..." The realization soon hit her, and i look back at Y/n, silently cursing Tony under my breath as i saw her all curled up again.

"Is that the angel?" Tony ask so casually, walking over to us.

My head snapped at his direction, glaring at him, and putting a hand up to stop him from walking, which he did. I look back again at Y/n, my hand is still in the air.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, it's just my friend... I told you they can be noisy and all annoying, but they're nice. Come on, Y/n, you don't have to be scared, don't worry, I'll stay by your side if you want me to." I said gently, to make her look up, which i successfully did.

She look at Tony, who sent her a smile, and me, who smiled softly at her.

"There you go, see, he's nice...Now come on, here..." I said, and stop myself mid sentence to take my shoes off, and show it infront of her. "Wear this so your feet won't hurt." I said, and she frowned.

"W-what a-about you? You-you're feet w-will hurt..." She said, and before i can answer i look at Tony and sent him a small nod, which he returned with one before flying off.

"No, don't worry about me, i have socks, now come on, it's getting abit dark and it's cold here, don't you think so?" I said, reaching up my hand for her to take.

"I- uh, i don't k-know how t-to put those o-on...." She quietly that i can barely even hear it.

"Oh, it's okay i can help you. Can i touch you?" I ask, and i smiled when i received a nod.

She stretched out her foots, until it's enough for me to put the shoes on. I carefully put it on her, trying not to hurt her because of the bruises.

The idea of finding the angel is now long gone, all i want is to get her out of here, save her and give her what she needs.

"There you go.." I said softly, slightly chuckled when i saw how big it is compared to her feet.

"It's big..." She said and wiggled her feet, which made me laugh and think about how cute it is.

"It is, isn't it? Now, let's go, Y/n, we've got to get going." I said, and stand up then reach out my hand for her to take, which she took.

The moment our skin touched, i felt how soft and smooth her skin, but the sudden small electric wave can't be unnoticed by me. Instead of overthinking it, i just lead us to where the quinjet is.

My left hand is on her lower back, and i was holding her hands with my right hand. I can tell that she need some support, so i just let her lean on me. But, i can't help but worry on how much her feet might have hurt, so without thinking, i ask her,

"Do you want me to carry you?" I ask, stopping our walk.

"W-what- i-, n-no, it's umm, it's fine, im fine." She stuttered, but i picked her up either way, causing her to let out a squeal.

Continuing our walk, ignoring the slight pain that the ground is causing my feet. She's surprisingly not that heavy, and i can't feel any wings on her back either, making me think again, if ever she's the angel or not. Choosing not to ask her, not wanting to make her uncomfortable, i continued walking towards the quinjet, where the team are waiting for me.

"Look, there they are..." I said to Y/n, causing her to look at the team, who is looking at us.

I saw her cheeks burned, and put her head on my shoulder, avoiding my friend's gaze.

"It's okay, they won't hurt you, i promise. I'm here, I'll stay by your side.

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No one's POV:

1 month.

It has now been 1 month since they took you in, you stayed in a cell in the first 2 weeks, but with your harmless and innocent actions proved them that you brought no harm to them, especially to Natasha.

From the very first day you were brought in to the SHIELD facility, she tried everything in her power to not let Fury lock you in, but unfortunately, he's the director, and she knows he's just doing what needs to done. She didn't even know why she wouldn't want you being all locked up like a prisoner as she didn't even know a single thing about you, but something inside her bubbled with protection at the thought of you.

Natasha had always been there with you, just like how she promised. It made you more comfortable around her, making her almost the closest thing you have, after you watch with your own eyes how the devil killed your family.

They always tried to take some words out of you, asking here and there if you're an angel, as they don't want to make you take a medical test, as you are still clearly inside a traumatic phase. They can see it by how you act, the way you flinched, and get scared easily was enough to make Natasha's heart break, it even almost made Fury soft.

You gave them no answer, you gave them zero answer to all of their so many questions. Afraid that they would do something bad to you, because that all you felt, as soon as your parents put you in that pod and landed here, you have no one to protect you.

Here, on this planet, you're not the princess who you used to be, you're a complete stranger from the other side of the universe, a complete naive stranger who knows nothing about the human beings, an angel who were hidden by her royalty parents, in order to 'protect' you from the cruelness of the multiverse.

You felt completely alone, almost as lost.

But, with Natasha by your side, you felt safe, comfortable. With Natasha by your side, you didn't felt lonely, she even made you smile and laugh with her corny dad jokes. She taught you so many things, even the board games you both always played whenever you two would always hangout, which is everyday.

Well, Natasha being Natasha, who is a like a daughter to Fury, he commanded Natasha's wish on becoming you guard, helper, guidance and all. Fury saw how you were whenever you're with Natasha, so he knows that agreeing with Natasha's wishes was not a bad idea.

You identity is still hidden, even to Natasha, but you know that sooner or later, you are gonna tell her who you are. I mean, she's been a really great company- friend to you, she's always there for you, and she showed no harm or any signs of betrayal to you, so you know that in any other way, you could trust her with your life.

Now, in the present time, you're with Natasha, getting ready to go to the 'amusement park', saying she wants you to have fun, as you were lock in a four walls for 2 weeks, but, mostly and truthfully, she wants you to have fun, she wants to hear you laugh and smile more, she wants you to discover more things.

She almost felt bad when she heard that you know nothing about amusement parks, i mean, you clearly know nothing, as you were always lock up in your room at the castle you lived. With guards and maids always following you and all, the places you go are limited, you're almost not allowed to go anywhere far without your parents.

"You ready to go, detka?" The red head asked you with a smile, eyeing you up and down, almost making you shrink down with the way she looks at you.

You're wearing a denim high waisted shorts, and Natasha's hoodie, which is big compared to your body, it was almost hiding your hands, and it all the way down to you upper knee, and a converse high tops. You always steal her clothes, even though she already buy you enough clothes- which you are very thankful for- you can't help but feel more comfortable with hers, and ofcourse, Natasha lets you, she always thought about you it looked better on you than it did to her.

"Yes, all ready!" You said excitedly, slightly jumping on your toes.

"Okay, come on, i already started the car." She stated, reaching out her hand for you to take which you did.

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The night to the amusement park is full of joy, happiness and laughter, with Natasha being your favorite game player on game booths. The both of you would play games here and there, but unfortunately for you, you always lose, that's why she decided to take it in her own hands to play it, which ended, thankfully, very well. She won all the prizes you wanted, and ofcourse, Natasha being Natasha, she gave it all to you, she spoiled you rotten.

There's one game that she won two prizes, the firing gun game, where the player will have a pellet gun, and the player needs to shoot the plastic cups. And obviously, being a very well veterinarian agent, ex-assassin and ex-spy, who is constantly saving the word using only a fire arm, she cleared all the plastic cups out of the way, leading her to a winning game.

The intimate loving gesture and signs between the two of you is completely unconscious, not that you didn't want it, you love it.

The way you hands would automatically entangle, the way the both of you would hug, witch occasionally kissing each others forehead and cheeks whenever a game that you- Natasha had played, turned out winning it. The way the both of you would occasionally feed each other with their own foods, smiling at each other unconsciously, and completely getting lost in it.

Now, you both are sitting side by side, in a ride called 'The Dream Twister', Natasha didn't really wanted to join, apart from being a not really fan of this things, she didn't want people seeing 'The Black Widow' sitting on a ride, being all smiley and laughy. But, with your face, and with the reassurance she received from you, she immediately gave in.

"Already?!" A loud excited voice came out from the speaker, making the people who's also on the ride with the boat you, scream 'yes' with excitedness, including you, while Natasha just chuckled, still holding you hand tightly.

"Very nice, beautifuls, the ride is getting started in...3....2....1! Get ready to get you dream twisted!" The voice came out just as excited as it is earlier.

The vehicle machine started, making your giddiness run up high. It started out slowly, then after some time, you could feel the adrenaline rushing through you body, as it started to get more faster. By then, the people you're with, started screaming, including you, while Natasha just shut her eyes close, and tightened her grip on you hand.

As time passes by, the ride started to be more aggressively fast, and somehow, you started to feel something off. You felt the way how the securing belts started to loosen, same with Natasha.

It all went so fast, people screaming, the belt automatically loosening off the making it's way up to you heads, making the people around you feel off. And you, not thinking of anything except Natasha, hugging her body tight, as your most kept secret freely escaped behind you back. Flying off to somewhere unsecluded, just the two of you, fear that you might scare people off, just how you will might scare Natasha off.

You're arms around her middle part, your head on her chest, with close eyes as you hug her tight, you wings automatically wrapping itself around her. While Natasha, clings to you just the same, but her eyes wide, with so many thoughts running through her mind.

Tears started to flow out of you eyes, for a few minutes of being frozen in same position as you did.

Fear of losing your best friend, the only person you have, the one who you found yourself feeling something romantic for. You can't lose her, you don't want to, not now, not ever. She's the only one you have, you can't bear losing her too.

Your sniffles, and choked sobs brought Natasha out of her trance, the feeling of disbelief (not in the bad way) is not changed with worry. The feeling of your white, with a trace of gold colored wings around her, made her feel safe, the most safest she felt for the first time, she almost wants to stay like that, but when she felt your wings started to fall solemnly on the ground, her worry started to grow.

"Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong, lyubov?" She as softly, almost a whisper that it almost bring you to a very much needed comfort. But it's still no use, as the thought of losing her, being scared and disgusted of you, started to grow.

"P-please, d-don't leave me, i-im not b-bad, i-i promise, please, don't...l-leave me, Natasha...." You begged in between of you broken sobs.

Natasha felt her heart ache as she felt your body rocked by the sobs you made, the way you desperately beg her to not leave you, the way thought she would think badly of you after this revelation.

Ofcourse, she wouldn't, she could not do that to you, she won't leave you, even if the gods themselves decided to part the both of you, she will not let you go. You're the best thing that had happened to her, you gave her a much bigger meaning to be alive, and stay alive on the missions she had gone.

"Natty, p-please, p-please, i-i can explain-" You choked out, still hugging her tightly

You don't need to explain anything to her, you didn't need to. Because, she already knows, from the first time you both met in that abandoned building, she knows.

She just didn't want to share it, and decided to keep it to herself, she didn't even told you, nor her best friend, Clint. She gave you no signs that she knows you're different, she treated you just the same like when you both met. Even with those so many interrogations that you hate, she didn't speak a word on knowing that she knows.

She wanted you to said it yourself, she didn't want you to rush into things that you don't want to, she didn't want you to do something you're not open and comfortable with. For a spy, and an ex-assassin like, who was thought that love is only for children, for someone like her who knew nothing about love, she is the most understanding person, the most lovable person in her own way.

"Hey, hey, can you look at me?" She ask softly, rubbing your back and arm, asking for your attention which she received.

You pulled away you head to look at her, but still not letting her figure go out of you arms.  You saw how she smiled when your eyes met under the starry night, you saw no expression of disgust and fear in her eyes, she didn't looked at you the way those people looked at you when you first landed her on earth.

She looks at you like you're the most fragile thing she had seen, she looks at you with so much love and adoration, she looks at you as if her eyes speaks so much word that you couldn't seem to understand, but you know, it's a good thing, an amazing thing even.

"You have nothing to worry about, angel. I'm not gonna leave you, not now, not ever, no matter what happens. And stop thinking that im scared of you because of this..." She motioned her hands around your wings. "Because no, im not scare, nor disgusted, im not thinking of anything bad to you, understand that, my angel?" She explained softly, caressing your cheek lightly as she did so.

My angel.

The way she said your specie came out so perfectly, she said it with so much passion and love, you can heart it rolling of her tounge. And you know by then, it's now you're favorite word from her.

"Y-yes, Natty, i-im sorry i lied-" She cut you off.

"Shhh, it's okay, it's all fine, you didn't want to say it so why would i need you to say to me what you really are? You don't have anything to apologize for, sweetheart. Besides i already knew, so, i don't want to hear any apologize from you about this, okay?" She ask, and you nodded as she wipe you cheeks.

"But, still, you haven't done anything but be good and kind to me, Natty, i still should've atleast told you-" Once again, you were cut off by her.

"Shhh, shhh,you didn't need to tell me anything that you don't want to, okay? Do you understand me, dove?" She ask and you nodded.

After that, a complete comfortable silence fell at you surface, neither of you wanted to say anything, as once again, like the both of you always do, you got lost in each other's eyes. Both green and the deep brown eyes, glimmering under the moonlight with so much love.

So much love that even the gods from the above will be shy to break the two of you apart from each other, oh, how pure your love with each other, for forever and eternity.

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Want a part 2?

Damnnn, this one is 4000 words.

[sunflower567]

Callsign: Umbra Chapter 6: Me, Myself, and I

Masterlist

Word Count: 2,486

Edited: ✅

Published: April 18th, 2025

Last update/change: June 8th, 2025

Previous Chapter

Marine Military Camp: Solunaire   

After leaving that building, Imani weaved through the camp’s tents. Some soldiers who knew her wanted to approach her, but they all saw that look on her face. Thankfully, they all caught the hint and kept their distance. 

‘Fuck him,’ was the only thought racing through Imani’s mind, Alpha keeping up with her long and fast strides throughout base. 

Before she went to the interrogation room, Imani checked on her squadmates. Some were still in the medical wing, and some had already been placed in non-combat positions until cleared.

Regardless, Imani decided to tell them why they went out there and what she believed was up with Mustafa. 

Needless to say, they were all pretty pissed. None of them knew the reason why they were sent. All but two of them. Anderson and Imani herself. Anderson had only suspected it, but Imani knew. In a way, they were put in that situation because of her. None of them would have been hurt if it weren't for her. And that’s what hurt Imani the most. 

Yes, while it wasn’t her that put them there, it was because of her that they were sent in the first place. 

“And fuck me too I guess,” Imani mumbled to herself. Before she realized it, she and Alpha made it to her ‘special spot.’ She found this one day while jogging with Alpha. It was nothing too grand, just a small hill hidden behind all the rows of tents and military-grade vehicles. But it had one hell of a view of the vast opening and the setting sun. ‘Sucks I’m here a bit early,’ Imani thought to herself. Sitting down on the rugged terrain, Imani and Alpha sat in silence. Just watching the calm. 

“This is a whole lotta shit, bud,” Imani sighed as she began to scratch the top of Alpha’s exposed stomach. But seeing how Alpha’s ears began to twitch, Imani got the sense that someone was behind her. 

Putting her hand on her pistol, Imani spun her body around quickly, getting ready to draw her weapon. But the one behind her was one of the soldiers who rescued her last night. The real tall and bulky one with the skull mask. 

“Jesus man,” Imani sighed as she let her hand fall away from her weapon, “Making some noise wouldn’t hurt, you know.”

“It could actually get you killed if in bad company,” he said as he stood behind her. 

“Guess that’s not me, huh,” Imani smirked at the towering man. The only response she got was a shrug. The two stayed there in silence for a bit. Just taking in the scenery in front of them. But Imani wouldn’t lie, the silence got to her at some point. “This whole shit show is my fault, huh?”

Ghost didn’t say anything to that point; he looked down in confusion.

“I mean, none of them would have been hurt if it wasn't for me. And Azim wouldn’t have been here in the first place.”

“You can’t blame yourself for this,” Ghost argued. 

“But I can,” Imani argued as she turned her body towards the man.

“No, you can’t,” Ghost retorted, “How could you possibly know that you had a hit on you? Much less anyone actually accepting it? You and I know in this line of work, thinking about what ifs can get you killed.”

“I do know. But that still doesn’t change how I feel. And because of me, ten lives could have been lost,” Imani replied, standing up and staring at the British man in defiance. 

“Self-righteous one aren’t ya,” Ghost chuckled in annoyed amusement.

“I beg your fucking pardon.”

“You really think that those guys wouldn’t have attacked either way,” Ghost asked, “There have been reports of attacks all over the area. They would have killed anyone. The only reason they didn’t was because they found you.”

“And that makes me self-righteous,” Imani asked, getting up in Ghost space, “By feeling bad?”

“Yes.”

“You're an ass!”

“And you're dense!”

“Did you just call me dumb?”

“If the shoes fits!”

“Take the mask off and let’s see who's the really dumb one,” Imani snarled. 

“Now you're on thin ice you knob,” Ghost snarled back, stepping in closer so they were now chest to chest. 

“Bring it Skeletor!”

Ghost and Imani just stared at one another for a moment. Seeing which one of them will back out of this little standstill they got themselves in. Under his mask, Ghost was a bit irritated at the woman’s words. ‘Who the hell does she think she is? The savior of the world?’ On the other hand, Imani was staring up at the masked man, thinking, ‘Who the hell does he think is to tell me what to and not to feel?’ 

But as they looked at one another, they all felt something shift. It was odd, to say the least. Both Ghost and Umbra felt it. Being so close, they felt each breath the other took and even felt it. But it was the eyes that did it for them. It was stiffing and unforgettable, but neither of them really wanted to look away. 

The two were stuck in an intense staring contest, refusing to back down from their standoff. Then, their radios began going off. Price called for Ghost, and Laswell called for Umbra, both having the same message: Come to the Operation Center Tent. 

On the way, Imani realized something. Swallowing her pride, Imani called out to Ghost through his rank. 

“Yeah,” He called out. Shifting his head a bit, he noticed a strange look on her face. 

“I, um, just wanted to say thank you,” Imani said nervously as the two stopped momentarily, “For taking care of Alpha, I mean. A lot of people here are scared of him since you know he’s a wolf, and it makes him sad. But I heard that a big guy with a skull mask took care of him. So thanks.”

With that, the girl sped away, leaving both Ghost and Alpha. The two looked at one another, confused, before Alpha began to chase after her. 

‘Weird bird,’ Ghost thought with a shake of his head. 

Operation Center Tent

As the three walked into the Operation Center Tent, they saw Price, Gaz, Soap, and Laswell waiting for them. 

“Took you long enough Umbra. Thought I’d have to send out another search party,” Laswell jokes.

“Oh, you know, I love taking the scenic route,” Imani said. 

As the two continued to argue, Price, Gaz, and Soap gave an acknowledging nod to Ghost. Giving one back, Simon went to stand at the back as everyone else stood and sat in front of the massive whiteboard, which now had a projection of the sketch art that had been taken earlier. 

“After sending that image for identification, we got a hit,” Laswell informed as a photo came up next to the sketch, "Azim’s eyes and ears are good. Our facial recognition identified him as Vasil Ivanou, a Belarusian oligarch with ties to real estate, banking companies all over the world, and consumer goods.”

“Why do I feel like that’s not it,” Soap mumbled. 

“Because it never is Soap,” Laswell answered as she began to display images of him in less formal meetings, "He has ties to almost any criminal organization you can think of. According to our intel, this man has built an entire underground enterprise brokering deals for fellow criminals while also participating in trafficking on the side.”

“What type of trafficking,” Gaz asked. 

“From what we can see, arms, cultural, and arts trafficking. But we also have reasons to believe that he runs a black site that handles hitmen for hire.”

“How long has he been in the business Laswell,” Price asked this time. 

“Unknown, but definitely for a while. He’s been in the game for so long that he even got himself a nickname. The Curator of Crime,” Laswell replied. 

“But why would a man who deals with arms, cultural, and arts trafficking meet with a 19-year-old teenager with no background in the business about a hit? And personally at that,” Imani wondered aloud, “Wouldn’t that be too risky?”

“Not if it wasn’t personal,” Ghost spoke up for the first time.

“Which would make what Azim said in the interrogation room reasonable. That this was personal,” Imani finished as she looked towards the man. ‘This is even more ridiculous than I thought,’ Imani thought. “Where’s this guy at now?”

“Based on our intel, we believe he’ll be at one of his high-end nightclubs. We believe he uses it to facilitate and broker deals,” Laswell explained as she switched to the next slide to show the location.

“And where is this,” Imani asked again. 

“Split Croatia,” Laswell commented as she brought up an image of the club, "He’s scheduled to inspect his nightclubs on the island tomorrow. We also have intel that says he’ll be there brokering a deal—with whom we don’t know yet.”

“Well, then,” Imani mumbled as she stood up from her seat. It looks like I’m going to Croatia.” 

“With who,” Laswell asked as Imani moved to leave. 

“Me. Myself. And I,” Imani answered back, confused. 

“Imani you can’t go by yourself,” Kate answered. 

“Why not,” Imani asked, "He obviously wants me alive. Why not just confront him and find out what I need?”

“Because he could just hand you over to the man who wants you.”

“I don’t get that from him,” Imani protested as she looked at the man’s picture. 

“What do you see then Imani,” Price questioned, standing beside her with his arms crossed. 

“He isn't incompetent. Not in the slightest. Especially not with a nickname like that,” Imani explained as she turned back to look at Laswell and the rest, “He sent Azim for a reason. And I’m gonna find out what.”

“Imani-” Laswell began. 

“No, Laswell,” Imani interrupted, "It's my mess, my problem, mine to fix. If I don’t go and fix this myself, no one will. I don’t want someone else to get hurt because of me, so I am going in. Alone.” 

With that, Imani and Alpha walked out of the tent, presumably getting ready to head to Croatia. 

Looking at the boys, Laswell shook her head, “Thank you, boys, for saving her. I’m sure you guys have more pressing things to take care of now. If she wants to go, she’ll be on her own. I won’t bail her out twice.”

“Actually, Laswell,” Price began, his arms still crossed, “I wanna see how she handles this. Won’t lie to ya, I’m impressed so far.” 

“Impressed,” Laswell responded in surprise, causing Price to give her a firm nod, “If it’s anything but being impressed with her willingness to jump into danger with no plan, then you may need to get your head checked, John.”

“That’s it Kate,” John agreed, “In this line of work you need to be able to take risks when nothing else seems to be an option. If she’s willing to go in alone, the girl has balls bigger than most soldiers on this base.” 

“Cap’s right,” Gaz agreed, “If she’s willing to take on a base of mercs and go into a den filled to the brim with the worst of the worst. She’s perfect.”

“That’s good and all, gentleman, but I still don’t like this. He wants her, and she’s just gonna go? By herself?”

“She won’t be,” Soap answered, “We’ll keep overwatch.”

“Overwatch?”

“Consider this her final test,” Price added, “You boys with me?”

“Of course, sir,” Gaz and Soap answered in unison while Ghost only nodded. 

With a heavy sigh, Laswell threw her head back and put her hands on her hips, ‘How the hell did I get stuck in this line of work?’

“Fine,” Laswell sighed again, “If you want, join her. I’ll wrap everything up here for her and join you later. Understood?”

"Leave it to us,” Price smiled. 

After getting her and Alpha’s gear in order and informing Colonel Smith of what Laswell discovered, he gave her the go-ahead and released her from Anderson’s team. Before she left, she instructed the Colonel on what would happen to Azim.

But as she was leaving, Colonel Smith mentioned something odd to her. How Captain Price, who led her rescue op, considered adding her to his task force. But at the moment, she didn’t have the brain capacity or the free time to delve into that. 

But as she hopped on a plane that was inbound to the states, but was willing to drop her off in Croatia, she noticed the men who saved her sitting in there as well. 

“Aye, lass,” the guy named Soap called out, “Come sit with us.”

Looking confused, she saw Soap and Gaz sitting on one end with Price across from them. Looking closer to her end by the entrance of the back of the plane, she saw the big giant known as Ghost staring up at her. 

Walking to the Scottish and black Britishman, Imani sat near them with Alpha sitting on her feet. 

“Where y’all going,” Imani asked. 

“With you mate,” Soap answered with a smirk. 

“Huh,” Imani asked in disbelief, “Why follow me? Don’t you guys have your own thing to do?”

“Yeah, but,” Gaz began with a smirk, “We think what you’re doing is interesting, and we want to see how it goes.”

Then Imani remembered what Colonel Smith said about her possibly being recruited for their task force. ‘This could be some sort of test, huh?’ Imani thought as she looked at all the men. 

“Can I still lead this mission then,” Imani asked. 

“Of course,” Price answered, “This is your mission and yours alone. We’re here simply for Overwatch. We won’t get involved until it gets too risky.”

“So it’s true then,” Imani said, "You guys are scouting me out. This is a test.”

“Mmm,” Price hummed in agreement, “You did well so far. Getting out of that base and your interrogation of Kasi. So let this be the final test to see if you have what it takes to join us.”

“What if I don't wanna,” Imani questioned. 

“Not according to Laswell,” Price answered back. Leaning forward, Price looked Imani in the eyes, “She told us that you talked about proving yourself, helping people as best as possible, and wanting to do more. If that meant getting your hands dirty. That’s what we do: we get dirty so the world stays clean. And based on what I’ve seen so far, you have what it takes. So my question is, are you in or out?”

Leaning forward with a smirk, which caused Alpha to sit up and look at the bearded man, Imani said, with a look of determination and firmness behind her voice, “I’m in, sir.”

Price chuckled at that, “Good. Now, let’s see why this bloke wants ya yea’?”

Next: Chapter 7

[justcallmemrslupin]

Analyzing Remus Lupin and N. Tonks

EDIT: I want to make it very clear that I love Lupin and Tonks. I always did, since "Harry Potter and The Order of The Phoenix" (the book) came out. I had a massive crush on Lupin back then (still have, to be honest! LOL) and I saw so much of myself in Tonks that I was really happy that they became a couple. But I do see a lot of flaw in them. I may have read the books too many times and cannot stop analyzing them (and I'm not the biggest fan of the way JKR developed some aspects of their relationship). Sorry. It's an hyperfixation. :/ Many people hate Lupin because he was willing to leave Tonks pregnant.

But here's the thing: He did it out of love for her and self-loathing. He really thought she and the baby were better without him. Hating on him because of it is a rather immature and shallow Interpretation of his character. He wasn't perfect - not a single character was - but he was definitely one of the best people in the whole series, despite all of his flaws (and boy, did he have flaws!). He just felt real.

When he tried to leave Tonks, they were in the middle of a war and almost ALL characters snapped and lost their minds. None of them were mentally sane then. And Lupin... He spent his whole life hurting and running away from people and feelings. He was always self-controlled because he wanted to tame his human form, since he couldn't tame his wolf form.

He had to deal with a war, the constant fear of death (his and his loved ones), the loss of his best friend, Sirius, and of his mentor who he saw as a second father, Dumbledore (that's the first time Harry sees him loose control), and with a love he thought he didn't deserve and he knew ir would bring harsh consequences on Tonks (and then the baby). He had a nervous brakedown. (I won't even mention the fact that he would have felt guilty for not being able to protect George from losing his ear)

You see how he was in that scene when he tries to leave Tonks?

"Lupin actually seized handfuls of his own hair; he looked quite deranged."

Yes, "deranged", that's the key word. He talks about himself in that scene not as a human being, but as a "creature" whose "kind don't usually breed".

He's totally deranged with guilt. Look at what he says:

"I made a grave mistake in marrying Tonks. I did it against my better judgemente and I have regretted it very much ever since."

"Don't you understand what I've done do my wife and my unborn child? (...) I've made her an outcast." "Even her own family is disgusted by our marriage..."

"How can I forgive myself, when I knowingly risk passing on my condition to an innocent child?"

"It will be better off, a hundred times so, without a father of whom it must always be ashamed!"

Besides, there are also things he didn't say, but we can see all over the 7th book:

• Voldemort shames Bellatrix for the fact that her own niece has married a werewolf and influences her to kill Tonks. After the Seven Potters, Tonks tells Remus that Bellatrix is targeting her as much as Harry and that she "tried very hard" to kill her.

• He's always looking miserable throughout the book, even when Tonks looks happy (which is actually weird, if I didn't know better, I would think she didn't care if he was miserable as long as she was with him.)

• We do know that he and Tonks got married only a few days after Dumbledore's death, when Tonks basically shamed Remus into being with her (everyone turned against him). Which was actually a bad timimg, since Remus was totally heartbroken over Dumbledore's death. It's the first time Harry sees him losing control, he collapses on a chair, takes his hands to his head and screams: "No!" He was in such a frail emotional state and everyone decided to gang up on him.

Molly, Arthur and even McGonnagal pressured Remus into being with Tonks... And we all know how he hates to disappoint people. He's the ultimate people pleaser.

• Tonks works for the Ministery... But we can see that she and Remus have to hide from Scrimgeour at Harry's birthday party. We can assume that Tonks lost her job because she married Remus.

• If we read his biography in the official Harry Potter website (old Pottermore), we can see that his parents were outcasts because of him. Everyone who was attached to a werewolf would be an outcast. Wouldn't Tonks and the baby be better off without living with a werewolf?

The thing is, Lupin was an emotional wreck in the last two books, mainly the last one (well, he had always been, being bitten as a child and losing all his friends at the same time). So, how can we blame anyone for anything they did when they weren't in their right mind?

There's no one single character in Harry Potter that has no flaws. Lupin and Tonks are not perfect either:

LUPIN

Good side: He's a really good person, kind, wise, witty, brave, resilient, always putting other's well-being above his. The scene where he learns about Dumbledore's death and loses his legendary self-control over it, but minutes after he'd comforting McGonagall and Hermione…. That always breaks my heart. He always has the right word at the right time to everyone, and people who actually knew him respected him a lot.

Bad side: Although he was really brave on battle, he was a coward in the way he acted with the people he loved. He had never had friends before Hogwarts, he was terrified of losing the ones he got, so he didn't actively stop them from being reckless idiots. Even when he grew up, be didn't have the guts to tell Dumbledore that Sirius was an animagus. That could have had cost Harry's life. And the fact that he needed friends so much that he even forgave Sirius for using him as a weapon against Snape says a lot about him. He was - and had always been - an emotional wreck. He needed lots of therapy before he could even think about being with anyone. But he let everyone bully him into being with Tonks, not just because he loved her - which he did - , but because he was emotionally distroyed (with all the pressure from the war, the missions among werewolves, the losses and from having to run away from a love that he knew would bring Tonks a terrible fate) and… yes, because he was a people pleaser and couldn't stand the ideia of everyone being against him.

TONKS

Good side: She's funny, brave, has a heart of gold, she has no prejudice in her and she loves unconditionally and fiercely.

Bad side: She didn't take a no for an answer - she was an only child, maybe we can assume that she was spoiled, although I hate that theory being an only child myself - and she let her love for Lupin become an obsession. She made the scene after Dumbledore's death all about them, even if she knew that Lupin was devastated at that time. And in the last book, she's always happy despite him being miserable. And in the end, she leaves her newborn baby with her mother and runs to a battlefield because she “couldn't stand not knowing” if Lupin was dead.

I don't think Tonks is analized enough. She's much more than the funny romantic woman most people see in her. People seem to forget about her (unless we're talking about those Wolfstar shippers who are always bashing on her and Remadora). She's much more interesting and complex than people give her credit for.

They both have flaws, but that doesn't make them bad people, does it?

[celli-ohs]

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8. I JUST NEED A DON JULIO 🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥(written chapter 2k)

Upon arriving at the frat house, you’re greeted by a familiar face. “Kai? What’re you doing here?” You ask, looking confused as he waves to you joyfully by the front door. “Hey, Y/n! You made it! Here, take a condom.” He passes it to you so casually you can only accept the gift(?). “Yo lemme get one!” Jake cackles and Kai innocently listens, giving his fellow frat member a rubber. “Mark is having us take shifts and pass these out, apparently last year someone stole the whole bowl.” He informs you, just as he passes out a handful to some incoming freshmen. “And you want to do this?” You ask, letting your friends enter without you. Kai shrugs. “I mean I don’t mind, my friends always say I need to socialize more.” He explains. This isn’t really socializing, more like following orders, you think to yourself. “I’m okay, really,” Kai assures you. “You should head inside though, Yeonjun has been waiting for you.” 

The mention of your partner has you perking up. “Really?” You sound more excited than you want to let on. Kai only sends you a wink and urges you to enter the house. You don’t waste any time, finally stepping inside. You and your friends had shown up fashionably late (Wonyoung had a major fashion emergency), so the party was in full swing. In the living room, a game of strip poker commenced, and people running in and out of the kitchen. The hallway was littered with drunk friends and even drunker couples, you saw someone exit the garage with a plume of smoke. You walked past the crowds of people and through the back door to the backyard, finding your friends sitting by the fire pit. “Hey! I got you a beer,” Yujin hands you the can, and you take a sip. You decide to take a seat between Yujin and Jake. 

“You guys remember Keeho and Jen, right?” Sunoo, who was sitting across from you, points to his friends on his right. You wave and greet the couple, and before you know it, everyone is lost in multiple conversations. Rei is drunkenly showing off her editing skills to Ni-ki and Sunoo. Wonyoung and Yujin have run off somewhere with their old friend Sakura. Sunghoon is currently debating with Jay over who has more rizz, forcing Jungwon to judge. Heeseung and Jake have gone off to humiliate themselves in beer pong in the basement, leaving you to third wheel with Yunjin and Keeho. “So,” Keeho sips his beer as he catches your attention. “I heard you and Yeonjun have a thing going on.” He smirks. He’s teasing you, you realize. “We don’t.” You scoff. 

“You sure? Cause you’ve been scouting everyone like a gopher since you sat down.” Keeho has this annoying glint in his eye, he knows how to push buttons. Jen lightly slaps his arm, warning him to stop. “Sorry, he likes to be messy, you can ignore him Y/n.” Jen apologizes. “I can assure you we’re nothing but classmates.” You stay firm. “I heard you’re a fashion major, if you’re looking for any models I’m totally down!” Jen jokes, making you laugh. “I’d love to! I’ve been in the works of making my own brand, and I have a few pieces I need to be modeled,” You begin to explain. “Wait really? That’s so cool!” She smiles as you pass her your phone to show her some of your personal creations. “That one would look good on you babe,” Keeho points out. “I know I like that one.” She nods.

“What’re you guys looking at?” A new voice interrupts, and suddenly you're engulfed in a hug as Yeonjun sits beside you throwing an arm around your shoulder. You tense up, as you were taken aback. But when he smiles that silly smile your way, the one where his eyes crinkle, you immediately loosen up and can’t help but grin. “Look who’s finally showed up, after what? An hour?” It’s your turn to tease now, but Yeonjun doesn’t back down. “Aww were you waiting for me?” You roll your eyes and push him away. “You wish.” You can hear- no, feel him chuckle, your hand still placed on his chest. “I was, don’t worry.” He purrs, eyes never leaving yours. “Ahem,” Keeho fakes clearing his throat, and you jump back, yanking your hand away from Yeonjun.

“Y/n was showing us some of the clothes she’d made for her brand,” Jen explains, handing your phone back. Yeonjun looks at you delightfully surprised. “You have a brand?” He asks, as you shyly hand him your phone. He’s scrolling through, eyes shining. “Not yet, I’m still working on some stuff.” You feel your stomach tighten, and you don’t even realize you’re waiting patiently for Yeonjun’s reaction. “This,” He pauses. “This is sick! You created all of this- Why wasn’t any of this in your portfolio? These are amazing!” Hearing someone like Yeonjun compliment your work, you feel as if you could fly. “Thank you,” You smile sheepishly, cheeks feeling hotter by the second. “It’s not much, seriously.” You argue. “Can I model for you when I’m healed?” He asks you eagerly. You nod shyly, yet you can’t tear your eyes away from his own.

“Kai told me you finished the shirt this morning,” Yeonjun changed the subject. You lean back into the couch. “Yeah, I did, the photos are here,” You swipe through your photo album again to show him. “Nice! You did a good job, it looks perfect.” He compliments. “I don’t know how many times I accidentally stabbed myself last night,” You joke. Hearing this, Yeonjun suddenly holds your hands, searching your fingers for injuries. “I’m okay! I was kidding,” You try to slip away, feeling more and more nervous as he continues to observe you, but he holds a firm yet comforting grip. “I’ll patch you up next time,” He tells you, still holding your hand. You can’t even refuse, you simply nod and smile. “Okay.” You agree. 

“Are you having fun? Didn’t mean to leave you all alone, pretty.” The pet name has you malfunctioning. “I-I mean I’ve been fine, my friends-” You’d turn to point to the others sitting around you two, but as if by magic, you found the two of you alone on the couch. Jen and Keeho were gone, Rei was nowhere to be found, and you had no idea where the boys went. You shut your mouth, your nerves are rising, and you can feel Yeonjun’s eyes searching for yours. “What’s wrong pretty?” He purrs. You don’t answer, blushing too hard to properly think of an answer. “I’m just teasing.” Yeonjun laughs and pulls away. “I’m gonna grab us something to drink, okay?” He tells you, standing up. 

“Okay.” You nod obediently. Yeonjun winks and you feel your cheeks burn hotter as he disappears back inside the house. You giggle to yourself, leaning into your seat. Wait. What were you doing? You sit up straight. Did you just giggle?! Oh God, you did. Your head falls into your hands as you freak out. Why would you be giggling? Surely not because you thought Yeonjun liked you and that you liked him- Hold on. You didn’t like Yeonjun, remember? Yeah, that’s right. You don’t like Yeonjun. You guys aren’t even friends, just classmates. You sigh, getting ahead of yourself. Grumbling, you cross your arms and sit back on the couch. Your leg is shaking, you’re tapping your hand on your arm, your head swiveling around. Where was Yeonjun?! After waiting for eternity, you finally stand up and storm inside the house. 

Immediately you regret your decision, wishing you’d just stayed outside. At least you’d be oblivious to what was happening right in front of you. Just feet away, Choi Yeonjun was busy entertaining himself with the crowd of girls surrounding him in the living room. And it wasn’t like they were just standing next to him, no. One had a hand in his hair, another giggling into his ear. One of those girls had practically wrapped her whole body around his like a boa constrictor. Your mouth tasted sour, and your stomach felt sick. You pushed past a few people, entering the kitchen. You needed a drink and not some lousy beer. You shoved a drunk couple off the counter, grabbing a solo cup and the first bottle of liquor you could spot. Without reading the label, you pour yourself a shot or two, instantly downing it. 

You begin to repeat the process until someone taps your shoulder. “Hey, Y/n- oh wow.” You’d spun around too fast, making yourself dizzy (or was the world just spinning more than usual?). “Fuck off.” You slur. The person speaking seemingly slinks off, letting you return to quenching your thirst with whatever bottle you had in your hand. You don’t know how many more you’d drink when you hear your name. “Y/n! What the hell?!” It’s Yujin, you realize, but only because she’d shoved her face into yours. “What’re you doing? You can’t drink, you can barely handle a beer!” She yells. Grumpy, you begin to whine. “I was thirsty!” You argue. “For half a bottle of Don Julio?! You know what happens when you have tequila!” You hadn’t even realized Jay was there until he’d ripped the bottle from your hand.

“I wasn’t finished!” You complain. “No, we are going home. Jay, can you get Wonyoung? We’re leaving.” You hear Yujin. “And Rei?” He asks. As Yujin answers, you wander off, walking like a zombie through the crowd. You don’t even know where you’re going until you fall right into someone’s arms. “Woah! Where’re you going pretty? I thought I said to wait for me?” You look up to find a familiar yet annoying smirk. “Choi Yeonjun.” You spit, eyes glaring. “Yeah that’s me,” He chuckles. “Are you drunk? Are you feeling okay? You should sit down-” You shush him, and rip yourself away from him. “You-You left me. Alone!” You shout. (You would point at him, but for some reason, there were two Yeonjun’s and you weren’t sure which one was the real one.)

“I-I know, I’m sorry, I got caught up with something, but you should really-” You don’t even listen to what else Yeonjun has to say. All you heard were excuses, you knew what he’d been ‘caught up’ with and you felt foolish for believing someone like him could only have eyes for you. You could not believe you allowed yourself to fall under his spell. You shake your head, beginning to walk back to wherever Yujin and Jay were. Except Yeonjun calls out to you, and unexpectedly he grabs your wrist. Bad idea, because before anyone could even process what was happening, you spin around with your fist out. Too bad you were drunk though, as you could not hold your own weight, and what could have knocked Yeonjun off his feet turned into a miscalculated punch to his cheek.

“Don’t touch me.” You slur, despite collapsing on top of him. You can hear people shouting (or was that the music?) as someone picks you up from behind. “Get a hold of yourself! Jesus Christ, we can’t take you anywhere!” They yell, yet you don’t register that they’re yelling at you since you’re more concerned about freeing yourself, kicking around. “Y/n! Stop it!” It’s Yujin you realize, and you slow down. Someone grabs you by the feet, and the two carry you off. “Are you insane?! Why the fuck did you punch Yeonjun?!” The other person turns out to be Jay. “Let go of me,” You try to wiggle out of their grasp, but are rudely hit with a gust of wind. “No, we are going home, you’re going to get us arrested if you go back there.” Yujin sounds exasperated.

“No, let me go,” You whine. “No! You can barely walk-” “I’m gonna throw up.” You frown, your stomach turning like a tornado. “Oh fuck- here! Here!” They set you down, and as you puke into a bush, you can’t tell which one of them is holding your hair back and which one is helping you stand. All you knew was that after that, you woke up on Yujin’s couch wearing an old Spiderman t-shirt and basketball shorts.

Bonus:

Yeonjun's and Y/n's flirting was so bad everyone had to leave

Y/n suffering from a bad case of Yeonjunitis

Soobin fell in the pool approximately 7 minutes after Y/n went inside

Yujin was the girls' dd, while Jay was the boys' dd

someone please tell me they know the meme I'm referencing in the title 😭

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hymnal

a/n: hi! i tried something new with this fic and it's probably shit but i wrote it and i like it so here it is!! i was thinking about all the crushes i've had (fictional) throughout the years and mystique from the original x-men trilogy was at the top. if you're a comic purist or even a movie purist pls don't come for my throat i just am gay and it's been a hot second since i've read a comic and i haven't had my annual binge of x-men/marvel movies yet. this is for fun and if you don't like it, scroll

word count: 1.3k

warning(s): r is kinda a yapper; r is a mutant but powers aren't really described or powerful; flirt!mystique; i couldn't decide whether to call her mystique or raven so it flip flops for a bit; im really gay guys

pairing(s): mystique x librarian!reader; raven darkholme x librarian!reader

The library was quiet as you shelved a new order of books, humming a song to yourself. It was odd that no one had come in to check out a book, normally you found yourself surrounded by curious students, all desperate to either get the newest edition textbook or just to talk to you. You enjoyed that routine, it made you feel special and wanted. While you were a mutant, you weren’t one of the ‘big’ ones like Professor Xavier or Storm. This job gave you the protection from the humans who would rather see your head on a pike, no matter how mundane your powers were, but it also gave you community. A community that didn’t show up today. Shrugging off your thoughts, you continued restocking, running your fingers gently over the spines of the books, imagining the gilded words floating off and forming what they said. If you didn’t concentrate hard enough that’s where these thoughts would stay, in your imagination. 

You hummed as you climbed the ladder up to the top of one of the bookshelves, where the older and more academic books were stored, swaying slightly to the music in your mind. The air in the room shifted slightly as you balanced a stack of books in one hand, the other placing the books in their place, your balance entirely on the soles of your feets. You brushed off the change in the air, thinking it was just a change in the A/C system. A book shifted in your hand, throwing off your balance as you attempted to regain your center. As you focused, your eyes caught on the figure standing in the library doorway, staring at you with a cocked head. You felt every atom in your body jump, startled you leaned backwards, the stack of books tumbling to the floor. Your now free hand grasped the bookshelf, your legs shaking on the ladder as your other hand was placed over your heart. 

“Shit, Peter, you can’t do that to me,” you laughed under your breath as you talked to the speedster, slightly unnerved by his stare. He didn’t move or speak, just continued to stare at you. You sent him a weird look, raising an eyebrow before turning back to the shelf to adjust the books that had been thrown off by your clumsiness. 

“Are you wanting to check out a book? You still haven’t returned the one from a month ago but since I’m a great friend I extended the loan and oh! I restocked the mini fridge, it’s behind the counter. Though I doubt you need any more energy, I did get the flavor you like and-” You heard a sound in the hallway outside of the library, almost like a muffled scream. Your head shot around to the noise, your eyes catching Peter closing the doors, his body moving with a fluidity that you didn’t associate with the speedster. 

“What was that?” You asked, your voice slightly trembling as your mind added up all the slight inconsistencies the day had brought. Something was wrong. “Where is everyone-” You were cut off by your foot sliding off the ladder as you had tried to back up to get a better view of the now closed doors. Your eyes widened as you once again lost balance, but this time you couldn’t catch yourself. As you fell down to the floor, not a far fall but definitely not a friendly one, you swore you saw Peter’s eyes flash yellow as he finally moved, his feet bouncing off the ground to gain more speed. You had a quick thought before you felt arms catch you, wrapping around your waist as the two of you tumbled to the ground. Why didn’t he use his speed? You blinked as you caught the breath that had been knocked out of you, looking down to the arms still clinging to you. Your eyes widened and your body froze at the sight. Blue arms, with slightly raised designs and scales, held you with barely concealed strength. 

“Shit.” You whispered, not even trying to struggle out of Mystique’s grip. You weren’t fond of a broken neck or dislocated spine. A laugh sounded behind you, vibrating against your back and echoing in your ear. The arms around you tightened as Mystique moved to sit up, adjusting you so that you now faced her. She stood, now in her true form as she smiled down at you. You just stared, mouth slightly agape. You didn’t move, you knew you wouldn’t win in a fight against Magneto’s right hand. Oh, fuck. Magneto. As if she could see what you were thinking, Mystique smirked, placing her hands on her hips. 

“If you take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Her voice wrapped around you, sending shivers down your spine as you slowly stood up, your eyes never leaving her. 

Dammit, this is not the time to be a lesbian. Your mind very helpfully provided as you struggled to form words. Mystique stood patiently, too patiently, in front of you, almost as if she knew she had time. 

“Why are you here?” You managed to get out, your eyes now flickering around, unable to keep up with her intense gaze. You attempted to think of a plan to escape but alas, you were not a part of the X-men for a reason. Mystique never moved her gaze, she started walking slowly towards you as you walked backwards into the bookshelf.

“Charles called us, he didn’t tell you?” Her voice was slightly mocking, but you couldn’t care less. The professor had called The Brotherhood? To the school of all places? You furrowed your brow, confusion very apparent on your face. The pure innocence in your expression threw Mystique off. She had expected hostility, not curiosity. 

“What about the students? The children?” You thought out loud, your words soft yet Mystique still heard them. Her posture grew defensive as she was now standing only inches in front of you. 

“We would never hurt them.” Your eyes shot up to meet hers, shaking your head slightly as you brought your hands up in a defensive pose. 

“No! No, I meant- did they know? It would be confusing if y’all just walked in, ignoring the history between everyone. Is that why no one has come in today?” Your last question was tinged with hurt, something that was not lost on the woman in front of you. She didn’t respond, only continued to stare at you, her eyes softening as her hands twitched at her side. You froze as she raised her hands to cup your face, lifting your chin so you could see eye to eye. 

“Were you lonely?” 

You tried not to panic, you really did, but her voice had a new tone to it, one that sent lightning down your spine. Mystique laughed at your expression before her eyes darted down to your lips and the air in the room stilled in anticipation. You were practically holding your breath, unable to name why you wanted someone you had seen as an adversary mere hours before to kiss you. She had started to lean in, her lips about to brush yours when the library doors burst open, the lock clicking and the handles slamming into the wall. Mystique groaned, her hands moving to drape over your shoulders as she leaned her head against the bookshelf, her breath brushing against your ear. 

“If it’s alright with you, I believe we need to leave.” The voice of Erik Lehnsherr rang through the air. Mystique huffed, the puff of air trailing down your neck, spreading goosebumps over your skin. Before she leaned back, she whispered in your ear, biting the skin gently, causing a gasp to erupt from your lips. 

“See you soon, my little hymnal.”

a/n: I DON'T CARE IF IT WAS BAD I HEALED A PART OF MY YOUNGER SELF. were the characters ooc? yes! let a girl thirst goddamit