#it is heavy at times but i aim always to do right by these characters

[soapisahimbo]

Jealousy - Simon 'Ghost' Riley Headcanons

Hi can I request any jealous/ possessive ghost head canons? NSFW PREFERABLY. Where he gets jealous and tries to distance the team from being too touchy with you or even to joke around with you. But they don’t know y’all are dating of course. So he has to fight his feelings and eventually taking it out on you if you know what I mean wink*wink*. Or the things he’ll do to show the others that you are his only and that’s when they got the clue. Please?

Wow, I'll admit, this was a bit of a challenge. Also I wrote it as a headcanon list, I hope that's what you were aiming for! I was honestly a bit unsure on how to approach this, and I'm a little unsure about how it turned out, but I genuinely hope that you enjoy it!

Containts heavy smut elements, so minors stay away!

warnings: simon is a jealous bitch, it gets rough, borderline dubcon, genderneutral reader/genderneutral anatomy

Simon has no lack of faith and trust in you. He has a number of peculiarities for sure, but he knows you'd never betray him or go behind his back. It's a trust you worked hard to gain, and it was hard work that he recognizes and appreciates. You've proven time and time again that you're safe in many ways and while he's always prepared for the worst, he's also an excellent judge of character. He can read you like an open book.

Simon has no lack of faith and trust in his team either. He'd never say it out loud, but they are his brothers in arms and he is ready and willing to kill and to die for them, just as they are for him. He's not exactly eager to show his appreciation for them, but they take what they can get, even if it sometimes is just a mere glance. Now, don't misunderstand - he appreciates that you and his teammates get along, and he knows that if something were to happen to him, they'd keep you safe. But he is a man of instinct, and he has a tendency to get a bit territorial, for lack of a better word.

You know he has a bit of a... jealous streak, to say the least. He doesn't try to control you, because his gripes are not with you. He might loom and he might grumble, but he likes seeing you getting dressed up, he likes seeing you having a good time, he enjoys seeing you laugh and joke around. As far as he's concerned, you can do no wrong. No, his gripes are not with you - never with you. They are, however, with everybody else that even glances your way.

Kyle and Johnny are both very friendly by nature - they're probably the most easygoing members both in and outside the task-force. They're the type of people that others trust and want to hang out with, and they also consider you a good friend, whom they like to hang out and banter with. They do seem to have a habit of hogging you though, much to Simon's chagrin, and while you can make it up to him most of the time, he doesn't find it any less infuriating when they whisk you away for you to witness their latest ideas and trinkets.

They are also flirts by nature. Simon knows this because they inadvertently flirt with each other, as well as himself, any other teammates outside the task force and even Price at some points, mostly through jokes. They could probably flirt with a brick wall as far as he's concerned. Which is why he can almost overlook it when they turn their cunning charms onto you. Almost.

No one knows about Simon and yours relationship, not even Price. He's made it a point to keep it on the low for the safety of both of you, and you couldn't exactly argue - it made sense considering the line of work. It seemed as if though you had to remind him of this several times whenever hands and eyes that weren't his own seemed to wander a bit too much for his liking - "you can't hold it against them," you'd say, "they don't even know." And he knows you're right, but that doesn't mean he doesn't want to hold it against them.

Despite all this, he keeps himself in check fairly well. No one can tell if he's just staring normally or glaring daggers at others anyways, so he gets away with dreaming about stringing them up by their balls at any time. Or rather, he keeps himself in check fairly well - until he has you for himself.

You'd tease him about it, but it's kind of difficult to even form coherent thoughts once he's pounding into you like his life depends on it. The second you're alone with him, you best believe he's making the most of it. He'll cover your mouth to keep you from making too much noise (although you're not sure that ever helps because just the sound of him fucking you is loud enough anyways) and he growls into your ear things like "you're mine and mine alone," "one day I'll fucking bend you over right in front of those fucking idiots and show them who you belong to," "they think they can fuck you as good as I do," "I bet those fuckheads would kill to get a chance to make you cum this fucking hard."

He tries to keep them away from you, subtly in order to not draw attention to it, even though it doesn't always work, and he'd rather just kick them in the head. Places himself between them and you, keeps you close to him, gives excuses as to why you should be stationed with him, why you should be assigned to him and his missions - anything he can think of. He also has a penchant for interrupting others when they're trying to talk to you, coming up with something to send them away. You yourself are honestly surprised no one's caught on at this point, but that might because no one knows him quite as intimately as you do.

Every day that anyone has managed to get in the way for him always ends the same. If you could keep track of the time he spends fucking your brains out, you'd probably be concerned, but he doesn't give you any chance to gather your thoughts once he has you. If he's really pissed, he might start taking risks - dumb risks, if you had anything to say about it, but he rarely listens, and he knows exactly what weak spots to touch on to get you to give in.

He's pinned you against a door a number of times, somehow managing to stay deathly quiet while fucking you thoroughly with practically all of his teammates standing on the other side, completely oblivious to what's going on behind just a couple of inches of wood. He once fucked you just around the corner from an open hangar door, and if any of the people walking by had thrown a look in your direction, they would've seen you bent over, pants pulled down to your knees and with Simon's iron grip on your hips.

So far though, he's managed to keep it discreet, despite his hotheadedness. Never leaves any marks where anyone can see them, helps you stay on your feet if you're in a place where you have to be, makes excuses to do things for you so that you don't have to get up out of your seat - although he can't deny that a part of him wants everyone else to see what he's done with you. He wants to mark your neck and chest all over for everyone to see, he wants everyone to see you stumble when you walk on shaky legs after he's done with you. He's had to fight the urge to just throw you onto the table whenever the force invites you in for a poker night and fuck you in front of them, just so that they can see that only he can have you.

But he mainly keeps it to himself. You'd be far too pissed at him if he pulled a stunt like that for it to be worth it. In fact, he reached a point where he was almost fine with at least Johnny and Kyle being their usual selves with you (to a point, of course). He almost got over it. Until, of course, the idiot with the mohawk decided to push it a bit further than he usually did.

The outcome can be blamed on a number of things, really. 141 had been away for an extended period of time, long enough for Simon to reach for his phone and send you some heated messages nearly every day for the last week, which was rare. So when he was finally coming back to you, finally able to spend as much time as he wanted in bed with you, when he steps off of that goddamn fucking helicopter to finally be greeted by you, what happens? John 'Soap' FuckTavish runs full speed ahead to you, wraps his dumb fucking arms around your waist, hoists you up in a fucking hug and plants a big fucking kiss on your cheek. Numerous times, mind you!

While you were indeed happy to see him and the rest of the team, you could tell that Simon had reached an instant boiling point. If you didn't know any better, you would've thought that he was about to blow Johnny's brains out then and there, but instead he simply walked up to you, grabbed Johnny by the shoulder and just about yanked him away from you.

"Maybe take a shower before you start rubbin' your stink all over everyone else, Sergeant," he said, pushing Johnny away. Wow, smooth, you thought to yourself, but Johnny seemed to take it in stride and laughed. "Gee, sorry, LT. Just happy to be back with a good friend is all." And as a final nail in the coffin, he winked at you before strutting away.

Kyle and Price greeted you as well as they passed by, Kyle also giving you a warm and tight hug, rocking you back and forth, and you could practically feel the heat radiating from Simon where he stood. Once they'd moved on, you turned to him with a sheepish smile. "Hi, baby," you said as sweetly as you could.

He grabbed you by the jaw, squeezing your cheeks so that your lips puckered; firm, but not rough. He leaned in close, his eyes fixated on you. "I've had it," he said and while you weren't exactly sure what he meant, you knew that there was something in store.

He picked you up and threw you over your shoulder and you were suddenly aware of the fact that there were still people around to witness this very unusual display from Simon 'Ghost' Riley. He carried you through the hallway that lead to his room and people were gawking at you as you tried to protest, tried to remind him that no one's supposed to know, that you need to be discreet about this, but how could you say all that without giving everything away when everyone could hear you? So you tried to just act like you didn't know what was going on, asking him what he was doing, where he was taking you, why he was doing this, but he didn't say a word. You're pretty sure that far more than you were comfortable with watched as he carried you into his room and locked the door.

He threw you onto his bed and tore his mask off, throwing it onto the floor with such force that you thought he broke it. "Simon, what the hell?!" you said, watching him take his gear off and haphazardly toss it to the side. "I thought we were keeping this shit secret!" But he didn't seem to listen. He simply stared at you with some combination of lust and anger as he stripped himself naked in front of you.

He grabbed your ankle and pulled you to the edge of the bed, wrapped your legs around his hips and leaned over you, pinning your hands in one of his above your head. "I've. Had. It." he said again. His other hand moved down to your crotch and pressed, rubbing at you. "I should've fucked you the second I touched ground - maybe then they'd get the fuckin' point."

Everything happened so fast after that - he ripped your shirt off, from the collar and all the way down, and you're pretty sure he broke your belt before he practically ripped your pants off as well. He kept you pinned against the mattress as he relentlessly fingered you, and when you tried to keep quiet he'd only up the intensity, focusing on that exact spot to break you apart. "I'll make them get the point, how's that?" he grumbled and spat at your hole, staring as if hypnotized.

You had no idea how long he'd had you just like this, eventually with both hands working you past the edge over and over again, but you were pretty sure that if you came just one more time you'd pass out, and he hadn't even fucked you properly yet.

At some point, you were vaguely aware of him lifting your hips up, placing your ankles on his shoulders before you felt him push into you and you thought you felt a part of your mind break. You didn't have any energy left to try and keep quiet anymore, so any moans and cries that worked their way up from your chest were let out freely and loudly as he pounded into you. Between the biting and the sucking all over your neck and chest and whatever other parts his mouth could reach, you thought you heard Simon praise you for every sound you let out.

His grip was sure to leave bruises on your hips, but he found that he had little concern about it as he watched your eyes roll back. With how he was handling you, he'd wondered if you'd mark him up the same if he asked you - it would only be fair, and he would be more than happy to wear any branding that you'd put on him. But for now, he'd put his on you.

He gripped the back of your knees, pushing them up to your chest and pushed himself deeper into you. He growled all sorts of dirty exclamations about how you looked, how you sounded, how you felt and how now no one would dare to lay a finger on you again. He fucked into you with reckless abandon, eventually pushing all the way into you to cum as deep into you as he could before pulling out and using his hands once more, fingering his cum back into as it leaked out.

You came one last time with a loud and near pornographic cry, the world flashed white, and before you knew it, you were held up in a warm stream of water in the shower, Simon's calloused hands stroking you gently to wash all the fluids off of you. "Aren't you such a good doll for me, baby?" he mumbled. "So good..."

You were littered with hickeys and bite-marks, painfully sore all over in the best sort of way, so weak in the legs that your knees were still shaking and you could barely stand. "The fuck got into you?" you managed to breathe out. "I'd be surprised if the entire fucking complex didn't hear us." Simon simply grinned. "Good. Maybe now everyone will know to keep their fucking hands off."

You were incredibly pissed at him once you saw yourself in the mirror, yelling at him and telling him that there is no way you can go out there looking like this. You scolded him, unsure if he even cared, but he dutifully went out to grab you some new clothes to replace the ones he ripped apart when you demanded him to.

The following week or so was incredibly stiff, both literally and figuratively. People would nearly sprint out of the room if you entered, trying not to pay any attention to your awkward walk, and you practically banned Simon from sex until you could sit down properly ("Plus an extra week!" you had added, just to get your point across) and all the marks had faded from your skin. Simon did make it up to you, being extra sweet on you, massaging any and every sore spot you had regardless of if he had caused them or not, running errands to make sure you didn't have to leave your spot.

As for the task force... for as long as they could see the hickeys on your neck, Kyle and Johnny tried every excuse they could think of to not look too much at you, or they told you that they had somewhere to be before awkwardly stumbling off under the glare of your boyfriend. Price himself was also a bit awkward, but for the most part, his reaction consisted of calling Simon into his office and scolding him for "causing a ruckus". He also threw in a "and for fuck's sake, don't break them - I'd rather not have to write that report!"

Simon did appear to be pleased with the results, however. Everyone steered clear of you, with the slight exception of his teammates, but even they were treading carefully. He barely even had to do anything. A bonus was that anyone that tried to be an asshole to you also kept their distance, which even you could agree was at least one positive thing to come out of the whole ordeal. At least he'd gotten it out of his system. For now.

[dusterbishop]

two thousand years of chasing taking its toll (and it's coming closer)

summary. || three timelines, you have watched remy lebeau die. you didn't believe you would earn a fourth chance to save him until you find a variant with no memory of his past, lost in a void of existence.

pairing. || gambit x f!reader (past relationship with current enemies-to-lovers)

count. || 2.5k

notes. || posted on ao3 here. warning for character death and violence. i have crushed on gambit since the animated series in the nineties so the new movie brought back a lot of feelings.

part one. || part two.

An endless spread of worlds to wander into, and this is the one you choose: Gambit crouches next to you, his breath staggering out of him in pained wheezes, his hand clasping protectively over the nape of your neck.

It is getting harder to see past the blood dripping into your eyes and the sheen of unshed tears. Your abdomen throbs in intermittent waves of little agonies, needling deep in the pit of your stomach. The shots had gone wide, at first, until you had stepped right into them. Gambit had caught you as you stumbled, swearing too fast for your mind to unjumble past the desperate rush of French.

An endless expanse of possibilities, and you are living in this one, dying in his arms. It almost makes you laugh, except it hurts to breathe, and Gambit is supporting more of your weight than he was just a moment ago.

“Now don’ go doing that again,” he manages in English. One hand on your neck, his thumb pressed over your pulse, and the other pressed tight enough against your wound to make the shadows flicker around the edges of your vision. “Mais la, there ain’ gon’ be next time, chér.”

No. There isn’t. You know it as sure as you know how much he’s hiding his own hurt. He had been blown back twenty-five feet and hit the pavement hard enough that he had laid there, stunned, unarmed. His armor had been designed to take the weight of a blow, but he wasn’t dressed for a fight. Neither of you are. So they had aimed at him, and you had made sure it wasn’t him standing there when the guns went off.

Like one breath and the next. In, and you saw his impact, saw the weapons being raised towards him. Out, and you flickered across realities as smooth as Gambit shuffled his cards, every timeline fanning out before you in a sea of possibilities. Endless, countless possibilities.

This is your last Gambit, and you’re killing him just as sure as you’re killing yourself.

“I’m sorry,” you gasp out. Your voice trembles enough to make your lungs seize up. “Remy, I’m sorry.”

“Tant pis pout toi,” he shoots back. “Help Remy get you up, chér, ‘fore they shootin’ us.”

There is no version of you that isn’t broken that still keeps him alive, so you grit your teeth and let him haul you up, steadying yourself in this timeline. It has always been easier to tether yourself to one timeline when you have something to anchor yourself to. He sweeps you up in a bridal carry, and at this angle you can rest your heavy-list head against the warmth of his broad shoulder. He is a solid port of harbor beneath your tethering weight, a rock standing unyielding to the tide around it.

Your second Gambit had been like this, too. That variant had died with a blazing playing card in hand, his mouth twisted in rage, standing before you and the TVA headhunters with all of the bravado and confidence of a hopeless man. A final stand, he had called it. The two of you had gambled and gone all-in only for Gambit to be dead and you to be thrown into another identity.

You had told yourself that you would be better for this Gambit. No vigilante justice or petty crimes. You had gone on your first date to get po' boys and traded familiar barbs while you spun yourself into the web of a narrative that wouldn’t mark you as an oddity in this world. No strange time-skipping mutant here, only a human interested in a man with blackened red eyes and a smooth talking deck of cards.

Playing the odds, raising the bet. Your Remy would have loved that.

This Gambit, though, he dies holding you just like that, cradling you close enough that you feel the breath knocked from his lungs as the bullets find their mark against his unguarded back. You both tumble forward, the impact rattling your bones, your hands lashing out to catch desperately at the sleeve of Gambit’s coat.

Reality warps and trembles around you. You can sense the unfurling of this world’s integrity, like smoothing your hand down the ridge of Oliver or Lucifer’s back and feeling them arch expectantly beneath your touch. Of all your cats, Figaro had always preferred Remy, much to his triumph. This Gambit didn’t have cats; he admitted to being allergic during your third date, and you had to quash the rush of disappointment that rose in you. You had thought to find good foster homes for the boys, at least, in exchange for the sacrifice of loving Gambit. There is some sort of intrinsic symbolism in the fact that they exist just as you two do in every timeline you share.

Not that it matters, now.

“No,” you groan, dragging yourself towards Gambit’s body. Pain lances through your abdomen in arcs of lightning. It’s nearly as debilitating as the sight of him. He’s hunched over on his side, one hand still outstretched limply towards you, the other awkwardly twisted beneath his body. Your voice wretches out of you in a pained wobble. “No, no, no.”

You take his hand and close your eyes at the fading warmth. This is the third time you’ve watched him die. You don’t know what to do anymore. The pain in your abdomen is a vicious throbbing ache in beat with your heart, a clashing crescendo descending upon your head just as disorienting as the footsteps picking their way towards you. They will shoot you in the back and call it a well-fought battle. They will destroy your body with Gambit’s and never speak your names to anyone in this world’s timeline again. As if you are nothing.

As if this version of Gambit, with his purring accent and smooth-striking dealer hands, is nothing more than an obstacle in the way of the true prize of killing you where you lay bleeding.

“I’m so sorry,” you whisper to Gambit. You have to let go of his hand so you don’t take his body with you, and then you let reality shift and expand around you, demanding the timeline to come to heel, shuffling the next five minutes into a ribbon-spread of flashing images.

One minute: you come to your feet. This is almost the hardest part. You have to find a version of yourself that is stable enough to handle the staggering weight of the transition. Your body has been operating in survival mode for far too long, especially in this timeline where you met the new Gambit in the throes of angry grief. You hardly recovered before you threw yourself into society with a desperate hope to attract him back into your orbit. This version of your body feels calm and refreshed, which must mean it’s from right after your second date with Gambit, when he escorted you home and wished you goodnight and you fell asleep with a smile on your face.

Two minutes: you see Gambit. His eyes are half-open and glazed with death, staring far into a horizon you can never reach. He would still be alive if you had never crossed timelines to search him out. This world’s version of you had been killed while you were still young and unpracticed in hiding your power. It had been easy to slip into the vacant space and fill it up with a new identity. He had never known your real name, just the mask you wore to allure him closer to you. You see him, laying there, and all you can remember is his shocked laugh when he noticed the way you ate your sandwiches with a fork and knife. Chér, ought’a you honte, non?

Three minutes: you kill them all.

Four minutes: every single one of them. This is the easiest part.

Five minutes: you have to exchange your borrowed body with your current one, and that is the hardest part. You can feel the seams of your borrowed self strain under the weight of your rapid time-skipping, further stretched thin by the pain of your current self. A wounded body decays far faster when you aren’t occupying it. It’s a reluctant exchange, and you stumble beneath the sudden weight of your current self as it wraps around your consciousness. The impact to the ground is faster than your changing, too fast to feel the echo wave of pain. You retch blood and bile, turning your face to avoid choking on it.

You will be nothing more than another corpse beside Gambit’s in a minute. You can feel the timeline of death fogging your mind, muffling your reflexes. You have exacerbated your own death by orchestrating theirs. It’s not a surprise: when Gambit fell, his breath knocked right out from him, you had felt that same jarring finality.

Only this time, only for you, when you close your eyes in death, you open them in another world entirely.

It's a battlefield.

Not surprising. Your hand automatically goes to the small of your back, fingers curling around the cool polished wood of your bo staff. With one fluid flourish, you pull it out from its sheath and extend the length, timelines humming in your hand with the same buzzing tempo of Gambit's kinetic energy. Unlike his power, your staff doesn't glow blazing violet. In one moment and the next, it simply snaps into its full length, the air hissing with displaced energy.

Once, with your Remy, he had settled himself in an armchair in your shared apartment, half-drunk with one of the cats in his lap, and he had demanded to watch you cross timelines. It took small objects, at first. A coffee cup across the room, a pair of your underwear from the bedroom, the cat purring underneath his very touch. You had been a little less drunk from your night out together, but it had been exhilarating to perform for him in a way that affected you far beyond the influences of alcohol. The weight of his black-red eyes lingering over the curve of your figure could take you apart as sure as any timeline.

He had been mystified yet delighted at your display of prowess. Y’a natural Houdini, eh, chér?

 That wasn’t quite true, though. You didn’t disappear, you simply… rearranged yourself to exist in a state of your choosing, from a time of your choosing. You had explained it to Remy like this: like choosing the channels on T.V. until you found a show you liked. Except instead of old reruns of some sitcom, you were settling on a state of existence.

Your weapon of choice - the bo staff, much like the one Remy trained you with - comes from another version of yourself. It weighs a perfect balance in your palm because it was made for you, even if you were not the one to personally commission its design. The staff whistles sharply as it cuts through the air, singing its anticipation as you swing into action, adrenaline from the fight with the hunters still raging in your veins. It’s a relief to be distracted from the last image of Gambit, dead.

Instead, you revel in the finesse of an unfair fight.

There seems to be four men surrounding you, their faces a blur of distant familiarity. Some part of you had met them, before, in another time. You could have tried to find the names to their faces if they weren’t fully committed to trying to kill you. Battle comes to you easier, and perhaps you are indulging in the violence when you could have stepped away and gone to another time.

But, perhaps, you are so fucking tired of being anything other than a violent, selfish thing.

It’s all smooth motion, to fight like this. Alone. No need to worry about a Remy LeBeau by your side in case the reckless fool got himself killed trying to protect you. You think to your Remy: I told you nothing was going to happen to me, LeBeau. I exist in so many timelines that it doesn’t matter what happens to me.

It doesn’t matter what happens to you. Not even when one of them strikes you across the face with the sharp bend of their elbow, cutting your cheek against your molars and filling your mouth with blood. You merely shuffle the deck, pull another card, draw a version of yourself with no blood and just as much battle-hardened pain tolerance. So many versions of you can handle the aftershocks of pain that your stride hardly stutters as you swing your staff and sweep his feet out from under him. Another swing, a sickening crack of a wood impact to an unprotected skull, and you keep moving to the next target.

Another hit to your ribs, hard enough to knock the breath from you. Shuffle, pull, draw. Your new borrowed body takes the hit without notice and crushes the faceless attacker’s windpipe, cutting off his shriek of pain in a gurgling wheeze. The next one tries to make a move while your back is turned, and you move to meet him, staff swinging, mouth twisted in a grimace. You can feel the timeline bending to stretch thin around you, taut with the rapid succession of your draw. Your blood thunders in a raging crescendo in your ears. There is a limit to how much you can take before you splinter apart.

You just don’t know if you care to heed that limit, anymore.

Another swing. Shuffle, draw, pull. This version of you switches from the long reach of your bo staff for the more intimate versatility of twin blunt-ended sticks. It works well for close combat. So well that your opponent has to keep to the backstep to avoid your blows, shuffling out of range.

So well, that you forget that there were four.

The pain that cracks across the back of your skull sends you to the ground in an instant. Your hands spasm and release the sticks, but not fast enough to soften the blow of your sudden fall. The timeline whines a high-pitched whir around you, unsteady in the relentless time-skipping.

Too bad, you think distantly. This is a quick life for this timeline of yours. A violent, lonely one. It is grim, but there is a quiet relief in the end beckoning you closer. The quick ones are the easiest. It only really kills you when you have to linger in the shadow of your self’s presence. A living ghost. That’s all you really are. You just haunt the narrative of your own lifetimes.

You, and Gambit.

Blazing purple flashes across your vision, and the timeline whirs again, except it isn’t, because you haven’t used your dealer’s hand. It isn’t your power charging the air with magnetic energy. It is all Gambit’s. Of course it fucking is.

How ironic for you to find him now, in this timeline where he has never known your name, when you are already dead? You close your eyes to silently curse out whatever pathetic higher being found fit to orchestrate your life into this circus sideshow.

“Cherchez la femme,” he says. His accent is lilting in its coyness. “Found ya’, chér.”

[narryffdreaming]

A TOAST TO THE FUTURE — ONE

Summary: Aurora and Harry used to be friends, but life happened and they grew apart. Now, 6 years later, they meet again.

Rating: +18

WARNINGS: The story contains explicit language and mentions a past abusive relationship (mostly the consequences of psychological/emotional abuse). Some chapters also contain explicit sexual content.

Author's note: You have no idea how much I love these characters and how nervous I am to finally share this story again. I posted ATTTF for the first time back in 2022 but never got to finish it, so I'm hoping I'll get to do it this time! If you read this, I hope you enjoy it, and please be gentle with them! (lol)

PART ONE: 5,4k words

The sky is still dark when the Uber driver drops Aurora off at Stansted airport. 

The polite man, who just kept her company for an hour and a half, wishes her a safe trip, and Aurora smiles, waving him a last goodbye and wishing him a good day right before she shuts the door of his black Toyota Prius. Once alone, a light breeze tickles her shoulders, but she doesn't give it enough time to settle as she rearranges the strap of the navy duffel bag on her shoulder and turns around, then sets her feet into motion.

Hopefully, she isn't late. She doesn't think she is. She left the house forty minutes before she needed to, and the ride to get there was shorter than expected because of the early hour, so she shouldn't be. 

Still, she wants to make sure. 

Just in case. 

You can blame it on the fact that she hasn't spent a weekend with her friends in years. Or that it is the first time she's going out since… Well, since everything in her life turned upside down.  

The strap of her bag slips from her shoulder, and Aurora catches it between her fingers. She puts it back in place and tightens her grip around the soft fabric, turning sideways to squeeze herself between a group of people that's happily chatting on the sidewalk. An apology leaves her mouth as she runs past them, but they don't seem to care nor notice they're standing in her way — or in everyone's way. 

Has the Stansted airport always been this crowded?

The lights are bright outside, and the glass walls reveal how equally well-lit it is inside the terminal building. When she reaches the automatic doors, they take a moment to open, and she stops. It gives her enough time to catch a glimpse of her reflection, and her stomach quivers. Her hair is messy, the sports bag she's carrying doesn't match the maxi dress she's wearing, and she's showing off too much cleavage for a woman her age. 

Those are too many things to notice in one quick glance, and she wishes she hadn't. Still, it is too early in the morning to feel insecure about the way she looks, and she doesn't have time for that. She has a flight to catch. 

(Also, she really needs to pee right now.)

So she breathes in deeply and darts her eyes down, then takes her free hand up to her chest and pulls the fabric up. When she moves next, she keeps her sight fixed on the floor, then grabs the pendant of her necklace between her fingers and walks through the doors, biting the flesh inside of her cheek and fidgeting with the gold disk as her feet drag her inside the airport. 

Everything feels slow and heavy. And there's a mix of nervousness and anticipation that's building up inside her. It's unsettling, but it keeps her moving, at least. 

Once inside, Aurora looks up again. She turns her head to one side, then to the other, short nails never letting go of her necklace. 

The wide open area in front of her leads to multiple check-in desks from several different airlines, but she ignores all of them, aiming solemnly on the huge departure boards placed around the terminal. 

She doesn't have any luggage to drop, and her boarding pass is printed and ready inside her bag — and, just in case, there's also a copy of it saved on her phone — but she wants to make sure she won't be running late if she takes another five minutes for a quick run to the toilets before standing in line to get through security. 

Her determination drives her forward, and she only stops walking when she's right in front of the closest monitor. She blinks a couple of times, making sense of all the information while searching for the only flight she cares about. And it only takes her a minute till she finds it: 

6:45, Ryanair, Naples. 

She drops her shoulders, and a yawn eases from her mouth, along with a shaky laughter. 

She is fine. Everything's just fine. Desks aren't even open for check-in yet, so she has plenty of time to go to the bathroom and wake herself up. There's no need to collapse.

At some point she'll have to face the fact that she didn't sleep at all last night, but she plans to keep herself together and entertained until she's settled on her 2 hours and 45 minutes flight. 

Then, she'll sleep.

Aurora turns around, and wanders her eyes to find the nearest toilets. She can't tell when was the last time she's been at Stansted Airport, but everything feels different from what she remembers. Did they go through renovations? Or has it always been big and hectic like this? 

Well, it's not like Aurora is familiar with airports, anyway. She doesn't travel that much, and London has too many of them for her to get familiar with. The last time she went somewhere — anywhere — was for Noah's birthday, when she and Zack took him to Disneyland Paris for a quick celebration. They took a flight from Heathrow, though, and that place was so big that it did nothing but overwhelm her. So much that she barely remembers it. 

Her chest tightens, and she closes her hand in a fist around the pendant. 

A lot has changed since Noah's third birthday. In fact, everything changed because of Noah's third birthday. And things never stopped changing since then. Not even a year and a month later. 

Oh God… In a couple of years she is going to be sitting on a leather couch, facing the traumatizing memories she and Zack created for him and apologizing for ruining his childhood. 

She knows she will. She can see it happening. 

A man bumps into her, and Aurora stumbles forward. She looks over her shoulder and apologizes, but he isn't around to listen anymore. Sighing, she lets go of her necklace and shifts her bag from one shoulder to the other, holding the strap to keep it firmly in place.

What was she even—Oh, toilets!

Right!

She shakes her head. 

It takes her another minute until she sees some directions that will help her get there, and then she's walking again. 

The toilets she's heading to are placed in a much quieter area, where even the lights are dim. Only a few people are there, seemingly waiting for time to pass — some occupying themselves with their phones on the chairs, but most of them laying on the floor, sleeping next to their luggage or using their backpacks as pillows. A baby cries somewhere distant in the terminal, and there's some coughing coming from a corner behind her, but besides that, everything's quiet. 

She reaches the door at the exact moment a lady is walking out, and she almost bumps into her. They exchange polite smiles, and Aurora takes a step aside to make room for her to walk by. Once the lady is off her way, Aurora moves inside, then lets the door shut behind her, and everything goes silent.  

The room is bright again, and someone must've just cleaned the place, because the smell of disinfectant is fresh and strong. 

Aurora sighs. She heads to the last stall, walking past a row of other six on her way there.

After relieving herself, she stops by the sinks and washes her hands, taking the opportunity to look around her. And mostly to look at her. 

The mirrors are big, almost covering the entire green wall between the sink and the ceiling, from side to side. To be fair, staring at her reflection doesn't sound like a good idea, but she promised she would try her best to go into the weekend with a positive mindset, and she can't do that while feeling so insecure about herself.

She lets the duffel bag slide down her arm and places it between her legs, then crouches to find her washcloth inside it. Holding the soft fabric between her fingers, she closes the zipper and stands up again. 

Public toilets aren't the ideal places for skincare routines, but she's determined to do the best of whatever she can get. She places the washcloth on her shoulder and grabs the hair tie from her wrist, pulling her locks into a bun and getting them out of her way. Hunching down, she turns the tap on and puts her hands together, filling them with water before splashing it on her face. The coldness makes her wince, but it also makes her shoulders relax, and she pulls her lips into a timid smile. 

She repeats the same process three times before grabbing the washcloth again and placing it against her skin. She doesn't rub it, but instead lets the fabric soak in the dampness. Finally putting her hands down, she looks at her reflection in the mirror, and bites the insides of her cheek. Her face looks more alive now that she's freshened up, but the rest of her body doesn't feel the same.

When she'd put that maxi dress on, an hour before leaving her house, she didn't think she would end up regretting the outfit. It's been probably a decade since the last time she's put it on, sure, but it used to be one of her favorites, and she always went for it when she didn't know what to wear. She used to consider it her safe choice. 

And yet, wearing it now feels everything but safe. 

It also doesn't feel nearly as comfortable as it used to. Maybe it's because of the straps… She never wears sleeveless outfits anymore, let alone something that's held by such a thin string of fabric. And the V neck… Oh God. How did she walk around London showing off her chest so comfortably? How did she go to class not bothering about people being able to see the curve of her breasts?

Even its color shade looks weird now, and she's not sure she enjoys how that rust red looks on her anymore. Her body hasn't seen the sun in a really long time, and her skin doesn't look very appealing — it's dry, and filled with stretch marks. 

Honestly, the full length and loose fit are the only things she can still appreciate from the dress — although around her waist it doesn't feel as loose as it used to feel before.

Shit. Did she even pack one thing that's going to make her feel good about herself in Italy? 

No, of course she didn't. Because Madison was the one who helped her pack for the weekend, so of course all of her choices included the tiniest, brightest and most provocative outfits that were hidden and forgotten inside of her closet since… Well, basically since Aurora stopped being single, to be honest. 

"You need to loosen up," she'd said. Along with "you're divorced, not dead," and "your tits need to see the sun; they are gorgeous, they deserve it". 

Alone inside the restroom, Aurora rolls her eyes at the memory of her best friend's words. Obviously, the whole chit-chat did nothing to convince her. Most of the old clothes Maddie had found hadn't seen the light of day in almost a decade, and Aurora doesn't have the same body she used to have back then to simply put them on again. 

Not to mention she doesn't want Noah to ever see her wearing any of those outfits. It's not the image of a mother she wants him to remember. And she's been already messing up so many things for him, that she doesn't need to add "being an embarrassing mom" to the list — and she won't add an accusation of excessively exposing her son to his own mother's naked body in those future therapy sessions she already knows she'll be paying for. 

Call it damage control, if you want to. After all, that's how she's facing it herself.

But then Maddie had put her hands on her shoulders, stared deeply into her eyes, and said: "it's going to be us. Just us. It's the perfect and safest place to have some fun and try out of your comfort zone. And you and I both know how much you need it right now." And Aurora couldn't fight her on that, so she said yes and agreed to put all of her jeans and t-shirts away for the weekend — which she can now confirm was a terrible, terrible decision.

She sighs. Again. 

It's going to be a long weekend, isn't it? 

Still examining herself, she turns around and looks over her shoulder, facing her back on the mirror. Fortunately, it doesn't show too much skin, although the flesh of her armpits could be more covered. 

There was a time when Aurora felt breezy and comfortable on her own body. When she looked at herself and felt beautiful and free. Even sexy. Now, though, the simple thought makes her laugh. It sounds ridiculous, and she can't even make sense of it. 

Biting her lip, she turns around one more time, and something catches her eye. She stops midway, narrowing her eyes to find out what it is, and then, she raises her eyebrows, and a spark of hope ignites inside her — she completely forgot about the adjustable straps! 

Fully turning around, she squats down and puts the washcloth away, then stands up, already reaching both hands towards her back to tighten and shorten the strings. It isn't easy, and for a moment she even considers to hide inside of a stool and take the dress off to do it more comfortably, but eventually she succeeds, and the slight change instantly makes her chest feel more covered. 

It's a small win, but Aurora is serious about making the best of whatever she can get that weekend, so she takes it, and smiles at her reflection. 

The gold disk shines on her chest, and she takes it between her fingers, pulling it to her mouth and placing a soft kiss to it. She's really going to miss spending the weekend with Noah, but she knows she needs to take care of herself to be able to take care of him, and that it's also important for him to spend some time with his dad. Besides, it's only going to be three days — not even that. By Sunday afternoon she'll be back home with him, and everything will go back to normal.

Yes, see? That's it: two days.

Two relaxing and fun days with her friends, and then everything will go back to normal.

The line to get through security is huge. 

Aurora stops behind a chatty and cheerful family of five, and sighs. She puts her frizzy hair down, then crosses her arms under her chest and lifts one hand to fidget aimlessly with her pendant. 

Honestly? She can't wait to get to Italy. She can't wait to finally see that beautiful ocean in the Amalfi Coast. It's a trip she always dreamed about, but also one she didn't think would actually happen — and one she's sure she wouldn't be actually embarking on if she hadn't been forced to by her friends.

Aurora's mouth turns into a smile, and she looks at the ground, taking the pendant to cover her lips. 

Despite everything that went wrong with her own marriage, she is happy for Lucy and Theo. She truly is. Just because things didn't work out for her, it doesn't mean they won't for them. Besides, their relationship is the only thing between all of them that hasn't changed since their graduation, so who knows? Maybe they'll have better luck than her and Zack. Maybe Lucy won't mess things up like she did, and maybe Theo won't— 

"Auri?" a deep and low voice calls. Aurora furrows her brows and takes her hand down from her lips, putting her necklace back to its place. "Aurora?"

She turns on her feet, finding flamingos on a loose black shirt. Blinking a couple of times, she darts her eyes up, and meets the face of a friend she hasn't thought of in a really long time. 

She widens her eyes, and places the palm of her hand on her cheek.

"Oh my God," she whispers. She raises her eyebrows, and her mouth curves into a smile at the same time it falls open. "Harry!" 

She breathes out a laugh and takes a step forward, then stands on her tiptoes and throws her arms around his neck. 

The duffel bag on her shoulder follows the movement of her body, hitting Harry's stomach before she can stop it.

"Ouch," he groans into her ear.

Aurora pulls away. "Sorry, sorry—"

He chuckles, hunching down slightly and placing his hands in the middle of her back. 

"'S okay, c'mere," he says, pulling her body closer and crossing his arms around her waist, embracing her into a tight hug. 

Heat takes over her body, radiating through her chest and tingling from head to toe. It's so good to see him! She can't help the smile that lightens up her face, so she closes her eyes and rests her chin on his shoulder, circling his neck with the same affection he's putting into his hold. 

"What are you doing here?!" she asks, still too excited to let him go. 

Did he get even taller? 

Or is he just stronger than he used to be?

"Probably the same thing as you?" Harry chuckles. 

Shit. She's so stupid! Of course Harry would be at Lucy and Theo's party. Of course! After all, he was part of the group, too. Sure, maybe the last to join and the youngest of them all, and also the only one living across the world, but still… He was—he is part of the group. And Lucy and Theo would invite him, too. Of course they would. How didn't she think of him when thinking about the weekend? 

"Don't wanna break the moment," Harry murmurs, rubbing his hand up and down her back, "but I think we gotta walk." 

Aurora jumps away, holding her weight on his shoulder and twisting her neck to see the line ahead of her. She slides her fingers down, watching as the family of five gathers their things. They aren't rushing, though, and it doesn't seem like they'll be taking more than two steps forward.

Still smiling, she bites her bottom lip to keep her excitement down, then looks back at him.

Harry is standing with his arms loose on each side of his body, chin down while he stares down at his chest.

Following his sight, Aurora finds her own hand, and she widens her eyes. She's clutching at the second button, where both sides of his black shirt with pink flamingos meet. His hairy chest is on display, just like tiny bits of black ink tattooed on his skin and the long golden string of a necklace. 

A rush runs through her fingers, and she withdraws her arm. 

"Sorry," she whispers, pulling her hand to her own chest and squeezing it into a fist.  

Harry clears his throat. 

"'S okay," he murmurs. Without looking at her, he straightens his back and stretches an arm, pointing out to the empty space in front of them. "Shall we?"

Aurora moves quickly, shuffling on her feet and nodding in silence. She turns around, and the strap of her bag falls from her shoulder, dropping to the crook of her arm. She winces, and stumbles a little. 

"Shit."

"Here," Harry says, and the weight on her elbow disappears. "Let me."

Frozen, she watches — and feels — the way he gently grabs her wrist and takes her bag out of her arm, pulling it to himself. 

"Harry…" She drops her shoulders. "You don't have to."

"Just walk, c'mon. We're holding the line."

Aurora peeks over his shoulder, and certainly people don't seem friendly while watching them. She sighs, but turns around and walks. 

It only takes them three steps to reach the family of five once again, though, and she's back to facing him. 

Harry is rearranging the straps on his shoulders, holding two duffel bags now — his own, and hers. 

"Okay," she says, stretching her arm to him, "now give me that." 

He chuckles, and dodges her. "Nope."

"C'mon!" She rolls her eyes, but a smile dances on her lips. "I can carry my own bag, okay?" 

Harry shrugs. "Never said you couldn't." 

She sighs, and tilts her head. "Harry…" 

"Will you stop being stubborn?" 

Harry grins widely, contrasting his words, and his eyes brighten with amusement. 

Aurora lifts her brows and parts her lips. A shaky chuckle coming out of her mouth. "I—Excuse me?"

Harry diverts his eyes somewhere behind her, and he tilts his chin up. 

"C'mon, we gotta walk again."

Lifting her left eyebrow, Aurora crosses her arms, and stares silently at him.

Harry glances back at her, then presses his lips together, watching her for a moment as he wanders his eyes around her face. He purses his mouth, and then he cracks into soft, genuine laughter. 

"Ha!" He throws his head back for a moment, chuckling lightly, then looks back at her. "I totally forgot you could do that."

Aurora's beaming, just like him, but her heart is racing, and her breath gets stuck in her throat. His smile is really contagious, framed by deep dimples on his cheeks and wrinkles all around his eyes. It's hard not to feel mesmerized by it.

"Uh…" She blinks a couple of times. "Do what, exactly?" 

He walks, prompting her to walk along with him. Still smiling, he points a finger up, right to her face. "The thing… Y'know. With your eyebrow." 

"Oh…" Aurora widens her eyes for a second. "Right." 

She laughs and shakes her head, relaxing the muscles of her entire body, including her face. 

She takes one hand to her forehead, and rubs the tip of her middle finger on her left eyebrow. Even though it's something she used to intentionally do pretty often when she was younger, usually to prove a point, it was also something that came up so naturally to her that she never paid too much attention to it. And a habit that, with time, she left behind. However, now that she found out Noah thinks it's super cool that his mom can lift only one eyebrow while most people can't, she's been consciously doing it more often. She never cared about being a cool mom, to be honest, but lately it seems the title started to mean something to her. 

They stop walking, much closer to the metal detectors now, and Aurora stretches her arm again. She doesn't say a word, simply reaching for the strap of her bag on his shoulder.

"Auri..." Harry chuckles. He grabs her wrist between his fingers, then slides his touch to her hand, taking it to his mouth. He places a single kiss on her knuckles, and looks at her. "Please, 's nothing. I promise."

Aurora presses her lips together tightly, words getting stuck on her throat. It only lasted a second, but it was enough to keep the warmth of his lips lingering onto her cold skin.

"Okay." She nods. Her voice is softer, and she looks down to smile. "Thank you."

"My pleasure," he says, taking her hand down and gently letting it go. "Did you bring a jacket?" 

Raising her head, Aurora narrows her eyes, and meets his stare. "What?"

"Your hand's really cold." He shrugs. "Do you want my jacket?"

Aurora chuckles, and waves him off. "Oh no, I'm fine. My hands are always cold."

Harry pulls his brows together. He opens his mouth to say something, but quickly shuts it again.

"Anyway…" She clears her throat. "How are you? We haven't talked in… I don't know… Five? Six years?"

Harry looks down and nods, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Around that, yeah." 

"Hmm… Well, I had no idea you were back in the UK!"

"Uh, yeah." He shifts on his feet, and shrugs. "Came back a couple of weeks ago, actually. Haven't seen anyone yet."

Taking one hand out of his pockets, he lifts his arm and scratches his jaw. The movement draws Aurora's attention to the facial hair he seems to be growing, but also to his chipped yellow nail polish and the three rings he's carrying on his fingers. And when he rakes the same hand through his curls, pulling his hair away from his face, she notices the amount of new tattoos covering his slightly tanned skin. 

His movements are subtle, almost timid, but Aurora is hypnotized. She hasn't seen him since… Damn, when was the last time she saw him? He was at her wedding, she remembers that, because she remembers the floral-printed suit he was wearing, and that his hair used to be longer than—  

Aurora gasps, and Harry jolts. 

"What?" 

"Your hair!" Uncrossing her arms, she takes a step forward. She stands on her tiptoes and reaches for his head, touching the tips of his short curls while switching her voice to a soft murmur, "It's so… Short."

Harry shoves his hand back inside his pocket, but doesn't say anything, and Aurora entertains herself stroking the hair at the back of his neck, and then pulling some longer bits around his ears. 

"Oh my God…" she murmurs again.

For as long as she's known Harry, she's known him with curls long enough to french braid, pull into buns and even attempt some ponytails — he hated the last ones, by the way. The girls used to tease him for having softer and shiner hair than any of them, and they all even went through a phase of trying to use the same hair products as him. 

And yet, looking at him now, she's not sure if there's length enough for even a hair clip. Well, maybe a tiny one, to keep those curls that fall into his forehead out of the way… But still… 

"The line," Harry murmurs. 

Aurora pulls her arm to her chest, and lands her heels back on the floor. 

"Right."

She turns around and takes a couple of steps forward, and an unsettling feeling grows in the pit of her stomach. It squeezes her lungs, and it makes her mouth go dry, so she presses her lips into a hard line and swallows. Then, she takes a deep breath in. And another one.

There's silence between them, until Harry clears his throat. 

"I cut it as soon as I left," he explains, and Aurora glances at him over her shoulder. "I think this is the longest it's been since then." He shrugs. "I'll probably do something about it next week."

Aurora hums, and curls one side of her mouth up. 

"You got a lot of new tattoos, as well."

Harry smiles, albeit sheepishly, and nods once. "Guess I did."

Facing away from him, Aurora can't help but smile again.

What a weird thing it is, to stand in front of Harry after so many years and find everything about him so familiar, yet completely different and strange at the same time. To have grown so distant from his friendship, and yet feel as close to him as she's ever felt before. 

How could she forget about him? 

How could she go through life without thinking about a friend? Without wondering about how they are, or what's going on with their lives?

Shit. 

Tapping one foot on the floor, she grabs her necklace between her fingers. 

She can't spiral into this right now. She hates coming face to face with the person she's become, and this weekend isn't for her to swell into guilt and drama. She's supposed to have fun. She's supposed to let things go. She's supposed to—  

"Auri?" 

Aurora stops the steady movement of her foot, and looks at him over her shoulder. "Yeah?"

Someone from security calls the next passenger, and she follows Harry's movements to walk forward, not even bothering to look where she's going. 

"Nothing." Harry shakes his head, dismissing the subject, but Aurora can see the way his brain is working hard to figure something out. Noah tends to do the same a lot of the time — he'll have questions, and when he doesn't understand the answer, he'll purse his lips and shift his eyes around him, as if looking for a different explanation. 

It appears Harry is going through the same process, because he keeps staring at her arms, and at her hands. And when he pinches at his bottom lip — something she recognizes as an old habit of his — it's enough for her to confirm her suspicion.

"Harry…" She chuckles and rolls her eyes, making sure to keep her voice soft as she calls him out. "Don't be silly. Just say what's on your mind, c'mon."

An amused and short laugh leaves his chest, and she smiles at the way his entire face lights up again. 

"'S nothing… I was just… Because you… I mean, you don't seem to be taking a lot of stuff… Then I realized you… Well… I was wondering…"

There's a bit of silence, and it quickly becomes clear he won't complete any of his half-sentences. 

Aurora half-smiles. "Yes?"

"Sorry." He shakes his head. "Is your husband coming, too?"

"Oh…" She lifts her brows, then puts them down again. 

She nods once, understanding where he's coming from. It is a genuine question, a very reasonable doubt. After all, the last time they saw each other was at the wedding — her wedding — and not many people know about the many changes in her life since then. So she can't expect him to know, nor blame him for asking. 

She doesn't want to say the words out loud, though. Is there a way to tell him without actually telling him?

"Hm, no," she tries. "It's just me. Zack's with Noah." 

Harry hums. He gives her a lopsided smile, and nods. 

Aurora frowns, and turns around to face the line. 

That probably wasn't helpful. It didn't announce Zack isn't in her life anymore. It just seemed like he stayed home with Noah. 

Which he did, yes, but he isn't at home with Noah. He is at his own place, a very fancy apartment he didn't struggle at all to buy after their divorce. 

Ugh! Why is it so hard for her to announce to the world that Zack isn't her husband anymore? He hasn't been for a while now, and it's not like she wishes he would still be. Honestly, figuring out her relationship with Zack keeps being exhausting, no matter how much distance she puts between them. 

Will that ever change? Will things ever get easier for her?

"How's he, by the way?" Harry's voice sounds behind her. "Noah, I mean. Just turned four, right?"

Aurora bites her lip, but it isn't enough to hold back the grin on her face.

People move forward, and they walk a couple of steps. There are only three passengers left in front of the family of five. 

Aurora nods. 

"Yes, he's four now. And he's the most adorable kid in the world! So, so, so sensitive, and so smart" —she walks forward again, but doesn't stop talking— "and now he's getting into this stage of trying to do things by himself, and it's just so endearing to watch! And he's really chatty, too, oh my. He loves telling stories, so he keeps—" 

Aurora widens her eyes, and turns around. 

Harry is beaming at her, and she covers her mouth with one hand. 

"I'm sorry," she mumbles against her palm, then puts it back down. "Sorry, sorry. I'm so—I mean, I know, I'm one of those mums now."

"What?!" Harry laughs. "I was loving it! Was even hoping you'd show me a couple of pictures."

Her cheeks warm up, and she looks at her feet. 

"Right."

Her hair falls to her face, and she takes both hands to put it behind her ears. 

Please, don't blush. 

Please, don't blush. 

Please just keep it together. 

"Hey, I mean it." He places one hand on her shoulder, squeezing gently. His hand is warm, but his rings are cold and her skin tingles with goosebumps. Shit. Now, her earlier prayer becomes a silent cry of help for him not to notice her reaction. "He sounds a lot like you, by the way."

Her lips twitch, and she bites her bottom lip to hold back the stupid smile that keeps looming on her face. 

"Well… Would you really like to see some pictures? 'Cause I have plenty of them."

Peeking up at him, she finds him staring and smiling. Harry's hand is still on her shoulder, but it promptly circles her neck, grabbing her opposite side and pulling her forward. 

Aurora holds her breath, crushing against Harry's chest as he squeezes her body and kisses the top of her head. 

"God," he groans, his lips brushing her hair as they move, "you're so adorable. 'S so good to see you again."

Hii! If you're here, thank you so much for reading part one :) it truly means the world to me! I care a lot about this story and these characters, so I'd love to know your thoughts about it — and I hope you'll feel comfortable to share them with me!

Once again, thank you for reading! :)

Dani

PART TWO

[ganondoodle]

it may not look like it but this took a long time to make

heres a rough ability breakdown for the totk rewrite project (i know its hard to read in the pic so let me clear it up and add some extra info)

theres two ability wheels now, sages are not frame rate killing glitch ghosts around you but their abilities are selected through the wheel on the right (pic is rough concept, it is clearer what is selected and what isnt + it has names in final version, symbols are placeholders as well) and bound to the player, when you acitvate it an aura appears similar to the arm abilities and their ghostly form appears besides you, charging or firing when you hit A while the ability is active

SHIEKAH ARM WHEEL

ANALYZE: zelda tells you info about targeted enemy/NPC, it gives you info about it and informs you more dynamically about important things than the foto-entries do

FOTO its fotos :) zelda joins selfies tho and does silly poses with you

REWIND: functions like the time recall in canon, but this time it is a more developed version of stasis instead

AMIIBO: its ... amiibo

HOOKSHOT: grab onto anything (perhaps restricted but not yet decided), you pull yourself+zelda to heavy stuff, light weight objects are pulled to you (including light enemies like bats or small slimes) grab onto something and hold onto it, usable like a vine (think, ww grappling hook) but with limited duration (battery power?)

AUTOBUILD: like in canon but it uses luminous stones if material isnt all there (or other material you put out to so its more versatile and you are more aware of what you have, no accidental spending then)

BUILD: similar to canon, but no glue (it kinda just fuses with no extra graphic unless pehaps like a bolt or sth), you put stuff together anyway you want; build is also used for weapons (no extra ability needed), you just build a weapon on the ground and pick it up afterwards (it has to be a weapon handle part and then sth else to it, otherwise it wont turn into a weapon)

INFUSE: infuse somethign with ancient energy, useless on normal objects usually(?) but reactivates broken or deactivated tech like elevators and doors; used to dynamically access caves and especially labs (labs serve a similar function as shrines, they are old shiekah labs that broke over time, puzzles are diverse things like traversal and little quests in which you help the researcher ghosts of the people that died in these labs (by the calamity, earthquakes, accidents, or killed by the royal army when their tech was banned and they refused to give it up)

SAGE WHEEL:

WIND GUST: same as in canon

LIGHT SHIELD/LIGHT LASER: zelda uses a shield of light to protect herself in combat, it does not affect the player (or perhaps only when you happen to be within range, which is small, this is more a character thing for her than useful for you) for the player through the selection wheel; aim and tell her to shoot a light laser like rauru did in the moldora cutscene in canon totk (a bit more dynamic) it deals very high damage to anything hit but has the highest cooldown of all abilities; deals extra damage to miasma enemies

THUNDERSTRIKE: similar as in canon, it charges through you however (so the charging only gets stopped if YOU shoot an arrow or get hit)

FIRE .. BOOM THING: similar as in canon but yuno has a little animation of daruks shield around him again :)

YIGA TELEPORT/KOGA CLONES (undecided yet): A: target a location in range and koga grabs you like a naughty kitten and teleports you both to the targetted location, you spawn in a little above ground giving you time to either perform a bullet time move or a sword attack from above B: summons a bunch of koga clones that serve as a distraction for enemies and combat support, they die in one hit (reference to kogas and monk moz kyoshias similar moveset; since there are no sage ghosts around you all the time and a max of two companions (zelda always, sage in sage dungeon) it serves as a replacment for that)

WATER ...WELL(?): sidon gives you a shield of water, elemental effect is applied to weapon and lasts as long as the shield does no matter how many times you attack; if it is hit by an enemy it breaks but you dont take damage; if the shield lasts it entire duration without getting hit it it grants you a percentage of your missing health back upon dissolving (ref to mipha healing powers anyone??)

im open to constructive feedback but overall im quite happy of makign it work out like that, although there are quite a few things that need polish i think this is both realistic and works well with what else i have been writing; remember tho, this is my rewrite so im undoing the things i dont like, like riju never being there when you need her bc she runs right up to the enemy and her losing her charge bc she keeps getting knocked over + overall uselessness of minerus robot (to me)

(totk rewritten project)

[kentstoji]

i just found this draft, from november of last year when i started writing. so, enjoy some combat interactions between the princess and her allies and rivals.

liu kang: i feel like your sisters don't approve of our bond.

princess!y/n: with time, they will.

liu kang: i can only hope so.

princess!y/n: remind me never to drink madame bo's special tea again.

kung lao: do you want to see the photos johnny took?

princess!y/n: please, no.

bi-han: following liu kang so blindly prevents you from reaching your potential.

princess!y/n: don't you dare speak about potential with me! you abandoned your family for your ambition.

johnny cage: i saw you checking out liu kang.

princess!y/n: "checking out"?

johnny cage: don't pretend to be innocent, princess.

princess!y/n (to general shao): you were my mentor once, today you're my enemy.

kuai liang: be careful with the path your sisters follow, princess.

princess!y/n: i appreciate the advice, my friend, but bonds created by blood are not easily broken.

liu kang: mileena will be an excellent monarch.

princess!y/n: you never told me what mileena was like in the past timeline.

liu kang: i fear the tale won't warm your heart, my sun.

princess!yn: my mother was neglectful of your people, but i vow to do my best alongside my sisters.

baraka: you have my eternal gratitude, my lady.

CHARACTER STUDY. if MILEENA and KITANA were like the sun and the moon, eternally linked with dawn and dusk, THEIR SISTER was a star, always seen in the moon's shadow, and occupying such subtle space was rewarding.

never would she be the target of political discord that aimed to usurp her sister's birthright, mileena's right to ascend as EMPRESS OF OUTWORLD. her loyalty was forged by iron and blood, and was never questioned. y/n never accepted the way her mother, EMPRESS SINDEL, treated her firstborn. and after the heiress was exposed to tarkat, fights between mother and daughter were a frequent and expected routine.

kitana would defend the territories as commander. her cerulean blue robes were accented with pink and crimson red. here's tribute to her sisters. her soulmates.

mileena would have the throne for herself, the prestige and the varied responsibilities that the position carried with it. the transition from princess to empress was arduous, and her mother was a constant reminder that left her heart heavy and weak.

princess!yn would stand out in diplomatic matters and communication networks, to improve the way her sister was seen by the inhabitants of outworld. a genuine politician, harumi shirai once commented good-naturedly.

[zo3mess]

From The Bottom (Of My Heart) | Part 2 to Bitter-sweet

Summary: Officers from other towns were reassigned to help the understaffed police force in Evergreen after the butterfly massacre. The good old game of cat and mouse begins with Vigilante continuing his shenanigans and one police officer determined to catch him. Except it is not entirely clear who is chasing whom.

Warnings: 18+, smut, dry humping, thigh riding, foul language, forced proximity, reader has slight anger issues,  female reader, no Y/N, Minors do not interact

Word count: 4.2k

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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Note: This needed to continue, right? So here is another part. I’m currently writing another one, so this will be 3 part story. Did you guys know that writing smut for your favorite character is a great way to relax in between exams and panicking? Yeah, now you do, give it a shot. Anyway sorry for any grammar mistakes and stuff. Love ya <3

When you started working for the Evergreen police department, nobody warned you that there was not much work to do. Not the dynamic part, the one you were living for. Your coworkers were happy with the lack of risk, rather hiding behind stacks of paperwork and handling noise complaints and petty conflicts.

The working morale was benevolent at best. After one especially tedious shift at the precinct, you packed yourself up to go for a walk, to scout out the sleepy town. You longed for anything to put you back in motion.

After the whole fiasco with Vigilante you were unsure of your every move. Mind bent, soul crushed. The way you just gave yourself away, determination, ideals being snatched from you the second his bloody lips collided with yours in a dark alley.

Thankfully, soon enough you found yourself running after a car thief, poor guy did not see you coming from the shadows, while he was prying open the trunk of an expensive car. Hope started to spark again deep in your core. The pleasant burn of lungs as cold air filled them with every shallow breath, flashing lights blinding you, legs cramping. Oh you needed this after your slump.

What you did not need was a well-known person closing in behind you. His heavy footsteps gave him away. Vigilante…

“Who are we chasing?” He caught up to you with ease, his speed always surprised you, however that was the last thing you appreciated at the moment. This was your time to shine, not his.

“Where did you come from?” You asked him breathlessly and sprinted faster. For a car thief, that guy was goddamn fast. You couldn’t get distracted with Vigilante barging in your chase. But him being by your side rather than the one you were chasing was a pleasant surprise.

He didn’t give you an answer to your question, he much rather came up with a stupid idea. “Who catches him first gets to kill him!” The lively voice catches you off guard every time, talking about murdering people like it was nothing.

“Don’t you dare! I need him alive!” That pleasant surprise turned into an unpleasant one in a second.

“Run faster then, chicken!” He’s laughing. Of course he was laughing. How could he not. Everything was a game for him, no real stakes, no real consequences. Well… Game on Vigilante.

You kept running after your target for quite a while, feet began to trip over each other, vision getting blurry, not noticing the change of environment. The thief led you from the town center, aiming for abandoned buildings, construction site long lost and forgotten.

That was where you finally got an advantage, leaving Vigilante behind you while you both zigzagged through empty halls until you reached a massive room that made you wonder how is this structure still standing. Rubble, trash, graffiti, skeletons of dead birds covered the ground and there was a giant pit in the middle of the room.

The criminal ran right by the hole and you were close behind, just a few more seconds you would tackle him. Except Vigilante had other plans, his ego would not allow him to lose this. Once you catch the bad guy before him and the next you will think you can catch the infamous Vigilante.

No, he could not let you win. Somewhere deep inside he found an extra strength to side up with you. The plan was to just slightly shove you out of the way to earn leverage.

Unfortunately for you, he miscalculated the force he did it with. Weak knees buckled under you and your body toppled to the side.

Before you could fall to your doom into the abyss, you grabbed his arm in one last attempt to save yourself. And unfortunately for Vigilante, his legs did not support him either. With united screams, you both fell down the hole.

You landed with a loud huff and painful groan. Everything hurt as hell. This evening was going far worse than you anticipated. Was it in your fate to mess up anything you touched?

You heard Vigilante cry out next to you, lying like a starfish on the ground. It was all his fault you ended up at rock bottom. Metaphorically and literally. You got onto your feet with struggle and sharp pain jolted through your whole body.

“Are you alright? You hit your head pretty hard.” For a moment you were actually afraid for his well-being, even though you should hit him twice as hard for his sudden ambush.

“ ‘Tis but a scratch.” He got onto his feet quite quickly and brushed himself off. Dust, rubble and dry leaves that got carried inside by a strong wind stuck to his suit, drowning the bright white and blue stripes in grey.

“Great, you’re talking nonsense.” You shook your head and limped past him, analyzing your surroundings in the low light of the dawn. He just shot you a glance but did not say anything in defense of his Monty Python reference.

It seemed like an empty pool, with colorless tiles that barely stuck to the walls. Only water ever filling this tank were puddles of dirty rainwater and muck.

Edges were too high for you to reach, maybe if you ran up the wall, you would be able to get to the surface. However, the missing strength was undermining that perfect plan. Vigilante had the same thinking as you, except for the realization that the plan will ultimately fail. You just watched with a gleeful smile as he tried to jump up over and over again with no outcome.

“If you give me a leg up, I could help you out once I’m on the surface.” You threw the idea in the air like it was nothing, you really needed his help though.

“You’re out of your mind, you’ll call for backup and I won’t have a chance to run. You boost me up! I can pull you out.”

“I don’t trust you, you’re gonna leave me here.” You half expected he would defend himself against all the accusations. But tension sparked in the air and it made you realize that it was the truth. Your precinct would probably receive an anonymous phone call about a person stuck in a hole on a construction site. But how long would it take for him to report it?

You were sure you heard a loud crack when you fell. Wishfully a delusion, in reality, it was the walkie-talkie that broke thanks to the impact. And phone signal? Of course not. You let out another disappointed groan when you found out.

“If you don’t wanna help me, fine. But know that my coworkers will notice I’m gone and will look for me.”

“Doubt that,” He walked past you to the other side and sat down with his head thrown back against the wall “You’ll change your mind.”

He did not care at all. His suit shielded him perfectly from the cold wind that had been afflicting Evergreen for several days.

You walked all over, trying to catch some signal on your phone, looking around and trying to find a way to get out of this situation while a focused hawk followed your every move with a burning stare.

“Shit, officer, are you shivering?” His voice was full of fake concern, if only you were able to see his eyes you would see mocking puppy eyes to match his words. “I heard the justice is best served cold, I thought you cops would be used to lower temperatures.”

“And I’ve heard cold-blooded animals don’t mind cold. No wonder you’re fine.” You snapped back with an equally fake tone and looked away from him. You wrapped your hands around yourself, rubbing to keep yourself warm at least a little bit. He was right, goosebumps were rising on your skin.

“Hilarious! You should have been a comedian. Maybe that way you wouldn’t have fallen into a pit and taken me with you.” He pointed his finger at you accusingly. It made you stop in your tracks, eyes wide with unbelief. How dare he accuse for it.

“Maybe if you did not poke your nose into my business we wouldn’t be here at all!” You scoffed at him in return and rolled your eyes. Like it was your fault. If he did not shove you to make room for himself you would not have ended like this.

“Please, you looked desperate for help.” Your blood has already been boiling and this was a final blow. Spare metal pipe lying close to you was viewed as far too tempting. In a second you bent down and threw it at him. Vigilante dodged, even though the pipe was thrown far off, crashing against the wall a few inches away from his head.

“See? You can’t even aim!” His laugh drowned the frustrated noise you made in sheer freakout. You decided to follow his lead and slid down the wall on the floor. You were already freezing, the icy ground made you shiver even more, but your legs ached, you needed a rest.

You sighed with exhaustion and bent your knees to your chest, tucking your head down, eyes closing just for a second. Vigilante’s laugh was still ringing in your ears, at this point you were sure it was forced. You simply had to wait it out, someone from your work will eventually notice you’re gone and will look for you. At least that is what you hoped for.

You curled up into a tight ball, breathing heavily, trying to calm down strung nerves. You did not care how weak you might have looked at the moment. You needed comfort. You failed to catch a criminal, had an overall shitty day, fell into a pit on an abandoned construction site and were stuck with Vigilante laughing at you once again. A psychopath that broke into your home and fucked you dumb. A psychopath you swore to catch. Path to glory was not going according to plan at all.

You kept thinking about the best option to get out of there in case no one came in time, as well as contemplating the strange relationship you started with the guy in front of you. You could almost feel his burning gaze on your body, but were not brave enough to check what he was doing.

The crinkling of wrapper interrupted your train of thought. You opened one eye just in time to see Vigilante stuffing his mouth full of a chocolate bar while humming away some tune. He looked so childish. Sitting criss-cross applesauce, mask familiarly rolled up again, snacking and mouthing away text of some song that was stuck in his head.

He did not owe you anything, however part of you felt a bit betrayed he did not offer you a bite.

“Do you always carry around snacks?” You meekly asked, this time trying to sound friendly. Maybe a nice attitude was in place, considering you would be stuck together for some time. Plus if you were mean to him, you would never persuade him to boost you up and get you to the sweet, sweet freedom.

“Only when I plan to be lost in the middle of nowhere with a big meanie who throws pipes at me.” He looks up to you and finishes his chocolate bar with a single bite while you stared at him back and rolled his mask back down. “I mean… I bring some food with me sometimes. I get peckish during patrols, no biggie.”

In the end, you both realized that arguing would not help your whereabouts. You nodded to his answer and shivered again when the wind blew into your face with freezing intensity. What would you give for a mask like Vigilante right now, he was all warm and cozy inside his suit.

“Come here..” He stretched his hands towards you, the sudden change in atmosphere took you aback. “Have you heard about penguins?”

“I know they exist, yeah?” Your brows furrowed with confusion, basically like every time he opened his mouth. What was he babbling about this time?

“When it is too cold they cuddle and share body warmth,” His hands still hovering in the air, now making grabby hands at you. “You will freeze until someone finds us here. Unless you wanna help me get up?”

“No way.” Mind was set with the opinion he would just leave you once you helped him out of this hole, maybe his idea was the best option for warming up.

With sluggish steps you walked over to him. Vigilante focused on your scrunched eyebrows, a thing you absentmindedly made in sheer embarrassment, but decided to not comment on it. However, when he saw the uncertainty in your eyes, his hands reached out for yours to guide you down in his hold.

What was the probability of ending up tangled around Vigilante again? Pretty high appartenly. Was it you? Were you the reason you always get into situations like this? You’d much rather blame it on fate. Life has a weird sense of humor.

You straddled his middle and awkwardly hugged him back. Thankfully Vigilante did not mind you were shivering in his hold, moving around, trying to find a comfortable position. He simply held you close to his body.

“Can I ask you something?” Was that worry in his voice you could hear? You hummed in agreement instead of actually answering.

“Why are you after me? Other officers like- weren’t happy with what I was doing, but they never chased me when they saw me or anything. Why do you care?”

Damn good question. Maybe he deserved an explanation of why you were busting his nuts all the time.

“Since I was little I’ve dreamed about being a hero. But I’m no Superman, no Batman, I don’t have god-like powers or millions of dollars,” Cautious words spilled from your mouth. Who would have guessed you’d be telling your life’s story to Vigilante. “And I wanted to make a difference, to catch criminals. If I came to Gotham with zero experience with catching real villains I would be just another nobody.”

“I’m not a villain-“

“Neither a hero.” You interrupted him. So what was he? Not a villain, not a hero. He was someone flickering in the middle, in the little grey area. A nuisance messing with your idea of good and evil.

“So if you came to Gotham with me on your list…” He fell silent at the end and his hold on you loosened.

“I would be somebody.” Now that you said it out loud, to him, you realized how stupid it sounded. Like in elementary school, when you had to have the same toys as others to fit in. This time you had to have a good history of arrests.

You were able to feel his fingers stretch on your back, hear a long exhale, almost feel his heart beating. Maybe the truth hurt more than any of his ideas of why you kept meeting each other.

“You’re not nobody to me.”

Your heart sank. His words made you feel… comfort. The one you kept looking for the whole time. All your life your achievements have driven you forward, ambitions controlling your every move. And to be praised even when everything was crumbling under your hands?

No matter how his embrace loosened, you hugged him tighter in reaction to his sweet words. An unspoken ‘thank you’.

The air was thick with tension. Emotional. Physical. And for a while you just listened to shared breaths, dripping water echoing somewhere in the room, wind whistling around your ears. You kept moving around, trying to adjust to more comfortable position. It didn’t even pass your mind how you were affecting Vigilante under you, until you felt something pressing into the crest of your hip.

“Is that a gun or your dick?“

“You can guess,“ He giggled and pressed himself closer to you. “I’ll give you a hint, it’s fully loaded.”

“I’d rather not know.” ‘Vigilante, don’t get horny in the most inappropriate time’ challenge. Level impossible. You wondered how this guy managed to work so far, he just appeared at random places, did the most odd things, and got surprise boners at any given moment.

There was something that fascinated you about Vigilante. At first, it seemed he had some sort of routine, you soon found out that was not completely true. The more you were after him, studying him and now being given a chance to get him to know on an almost personal level, you realized he acted on impulse with little to no plan whatsoever. In case there were some sort of plans for his actions, they were sculpted on different frequencies your brain could not comprehend.

His dick throbbed in his pants with need. Every time you were close his brain threw logic out of the window. Magnetic attraction controlled his and your brain with such cruelty. He experimentally jutted his hips up. And again and again. Bulge rubbing against your core ever so lightly.

“Don’t-“

“Don’t what?” He immediately stilled and lifted his head. Unsure eyes stared at you through the bright red visor.

Don’t what…. Don’t do this? Don’t tempt me into giving myself to you? Don’t give another blow to my already shattering views? Don’t make me feel something I haven’t felt in eternity? Don’t make me feel alive…

“Don’t stop.”

You didn’t even notice how tense he had become when you stopped him with panic in your voice. But now, with your words of confirmation, he molded against your freezing frame with such natural grace it made you question your reality for a split second.

Two cold bodies moved in waves with each other, creating fire to not only get rid of the crawling cold but also to melt the ice-covered hearts.

His face was hidden in the crook of your neck and despite the mask, you were able to feel the hot breath he puffed out. And he felt the same sensation from you, quiet moans were silenced by his suit, but still, he felt the warmth of your lips.

You held each other in such a tight embrace you were afraid he would squeeze out your last breath. But did you mind it? No, not really. He kept bunching up your clothes in his hand with every little move. Scrunching and letting go, scrunching, letting go.

The silence of the night was getting interrupted by heavy breathing, whimpers, and shuffling of clothes. It wasn’t enough for Vigilante, his mind had a tendency to run off with quietness, even when he was in the middle of bucking up his hips against yours. So he chose what he always did. Talking.

“Fuck, it feels good,” Vigilante hissed out throught gritted teeth “I thought humping was for horny teens.”

“And for two idiots like us.” He was right, it felt too good to stop.

“Yeah, yeah”  he chuckled and drove himself to you faster. The friction in his pants became unbearable. “I bet you’re so fucking wet for me right now. Tell me, are your panties soaked?”

“Oh God, you’re gross.” His words made you smile nonetheless.

“You love it though. You love me,” Poor boy sounded so wrecked when his set pace stuttered “Tell me you love me.” Last pained whine before he stilled and came on the spot. Cock flaring and twitching in his pants, cum staining his boxers.

This time you had a chance to watch Vigilante ride out his orgasm, and even without seeing his face, it looked beautiful, it sounded beautiful.  You waited patiently for him to calm down and once he locked his tired eyes with yours he was able to enjoy the sweet smile you gave him.

“I hate you.” You could not resist the temptation to answer to his wish with another snarky remark.

“Yeah, keep telling yourself that,” One of his hands left your waist and tucked a few stray hairs behind your ear, he was being sweet again, but his tone was downright sarcastic and mean “You sound like a broken record. Did you cum?”

“You can guess.” You answered with a mocking tone and rolled your eyes, yet another involuntary smile appeared.

His strong arms lifted your hips just enough to seat you on his thigh, straddling the big tense muscle. Hands enveloped your ass and a sigh left your lips when he started guiding you to grind on him. “Go on then, take what you need. At least you will warm up more.”

You exhaled and leaned your forehead on his padded shoulder. Face covered with cold sweat that formed with each roll of your hips, dust and debris smudged your skin. You were dirty, tired and overall worn out,  yet a weird sense of peace filled your insides.

Vigilante pressed your body close until there was no inch of space between, fingertips digging in the cloth of your jacket, masked face planted at the crown of your head. “That’s it. You’re doing so good.”

Barely audible praise and promises soon turned into soft buzzing in your ears and they kept you going despite the ache. The delicious feeling was neverending. You were already pretty close before, it did not take long to be tethering on the edge again.

Vigilante was enjoying every second of it, his pretty bratty girl riding his thigh with such fervor, gasping and whimpering for him. He wasn’t that dumb to say you’re ‘his’ out loud, you would swipe that idea off the table immediately.

But in his mind, you two were tangled to the point of no return. Even if you did arrest him and leave, you’d be forever his in those regretful memories. Your name would be on his lips to the end of times just like it is now. The only thing keeping you from floating away on the intense pleasure.

“Come on, cum for me.” A simple command that threw you over the edge. Your body seized in orgasmic bliss, twitching and shaking while Vigilante held you tightly.

A few minutes of calm down cleared your mind and you quickly realized the position you were in. If anyone came to save the missing officer, they would see you cuddling with the guy wanted for multiple counts of murder.

So you rolled away to sit next to him, shivering immediately when his hands left your body. He did not want to let go, you became his only want and only need. He would sit in the cold pit, in the middle of the night, with freezing wind blowing over his head, hungry, thirsty, sleepy, if it meant you would stay in his arms a bit longer.

“Shit.” You could not help but laugh, running your hand through messy hair and wiping away droplets of cold sweat.

“Hey uhm… ” After a few beats, Vigilante spoke up carefully “Are you okay?”

He was already staring at you when you turned your head to look at him, sitting on the ground like a rag doll, completely spent just like you. Your lips pressed into a thin line when you got up with weak legs. “I’m gonna help you up. But promise me you won’t leave me here.”

“I swear on my dead mother.” He jumped up to his feet and got closer to you in an instant under the promise of getting out of there.

“That’s dark, dude.” You brushed it off, but your head got into detective mode right away. He just carelessly threw you another piece of information about his real identity.

He just snorted in retaliation. After you decided on the best place to climb up, you allowed him to stand up on your connected hands and tried your best to lift his heavy build. With a struggle, but successfully after all, Vigilante climbed up over the edge. To keep his promise, he offered you his hand when you ran up the wall yourself and pulled you up.

“Anything else I can help you with?” You couldn’t care less about his smug question, saying like he just saved your life. Truth be told, this was a big point for him, maybe you hated him a bit less.

“You can walk me back to town, this place gives me creeps.” If luck was on your side, you would not see this half-collapsed building ever again.

That night you parted ways on weird terms. Awkward ‘goodnight’ and pat on the shoulder. Both of you were tired and quite frankly confused about the state of your entanglement. If you did not fall asleep the second your head hit your comfy pillow, you would be thinking about Vigilante for the rest of the night. Those caring touches and comforting affirmations, his over-the-top competitiveness, his dirty talk you wished you heard more of.

The next day, when you were leaving for work, you bumped into a surprise on your front lawn. The pleasant/unpleasant surprise was knocked out and tied car thief you were chasing the night before. His bruised face was pressed in the wet grass and a lousily scribbled note was lying next to him, reading ‘For my favorite enemy’.

Vigilante just upped the game.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Bittersweet Symphony 2

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Thor

Summary: you meet a god in real life but he’s not the saviour you think.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

As the baby of the family, Joanie always gets her way. So it is, that you find yourself walking down the street next to a god mad taller by the girl on his shoulders. Your sister is elated as she giggles and bounces, Thor entirely unbothered to be her steed as he gives her bird’s eye view of the city. You feel bad to have let her drag him into this. 

“I’m sorry about this. It’s her first time in New York,” you say softly. 

He looks down at you with his twinkling smile. He seems just as happy as her. “No mind, I rather enjoy her energy. And the city is rather amazing, who wouldn’t be so excited?” 

“I suppose,” you shrug. “But I’m sure you have more important things...” your voice trails off as you notice eyes aimed in your direction. A strange gawking at Thor as they pass by. 

“Oh, hi, hi, hi!” A cluster of women flurry up and block your path before you can reign in your attention, “Thor?” 

They trill with laughter as they look up at him, “so sorry to bother but we were hoping to get a picture, your majesty!” 

“Alas, fair ladies, not at this moment. I am otherwise entwined,” he refuses gently. “Forgive the disappointment.” 

The women don’t hide their emotions. You receive a derisive look from one of them as the others pout, hoping to impress upon Thor their desperation. He just steps between them and carries on. You follow as Joanie bops one his shoulders and tells him to giddy up. 

“Joan,” you chide her and poke her knee. 

“She is like a feather. Not very heavy at all,” Thor assures. “Unless you are impatient for your turn?” 

“My-- no, no, I think I’m much too big for that,” you chuckle. 

“You are a perfect size,” he declares. “Here, let me show you.” 

He stops and before you can react, he wraps his arm around your waist and lifts you as if you are nothing more than air. Your feet hover a foot over the ground as he stands straight and you squeal. He laughs again and sets you back down. 

“Wow, uh,” you trip as you get your footing again, “uh, no, I don’t think I want to be carried.” 

“Mm, my lady, did I hurt you?” His voice flattens. 

“No, I’m just... not used to it,” you continue on between the other pedestrians. They lack their usual apathy, parting easily for the god’s long strides. 

“In Asgard, a lady like you would ride on litters, draped in satin and pillows, reclining in the sun...” he intones.  

“A lady like me?” You scoff. 

“A princess, yes.” 

“Princess?” You tilt your head. 

“Why, yes, you are sisters. The little one told me she is a princess. Of some place called Pillow Fort.” 

“Pillow Fort... that’s her room. We aren’t royal. No where close. We don’t really have princesses around here.” You laugh. 

“No, I would believe you were. You look like a princess,” he insists. 

“That’s sweet of you,” you turn the corner and slow down. “I appreciate you humouring her but I think we’ve taken up enough of your time. Really. We’re not far from here--” 

“Noooo, I don’t want Thor to go,” Joanie wines and grabs onto his face, her small hands hooking around his jaw. His eyes widen as her grip slips to his throat and he coughs. He catches her hands and puts them in his short shanks of hair. 

“Joanie, he has people to help. Right?” You give him a look. He considers you but you don’t like how his cheek dimples. 

“I am her loyal mount, I must go where the warrior princess bids,” he declares. 

You sigh and lower your voice, “you don’t have to do this.” 

He smiles and bends down, his voice gravelly and quiet, “I want to,” his eyes narrow just a little with his statement and he stands at his full height once more, “it isn’t very often that even I spend the day with two princesses!” 

You cringe and shake your head as he presses on. You trail after him and curse your sister’s cuteness. It’s definitely not you keeping the god glued to your side. 

“I’m afraid it’s not much,” you say as you come to the grated door and take out your keys. “I wasn’t expecting company either.” 

“Never to mind,” Thor insists as he lets Joanie down. “Little one, wouldn’t want to hit your head.” 

He puts her ahead of him as you open the door then unlock the inner one. It sticks, the way it does on hotter days, and you lean into it, trying to dislodge it. His hand reaches above you and he jerks it out of the frame easily. You thank him as you nearly tumble through. 

“Right, well, I think we’ll let you go now,” you turn back and take Joanie’s hand. “Really--” 

“I’ve come this far and you mean to leave me on the street?” He challenges. 

You flinch, “oh no, it’s just... I didn’t want to waste any more of your time.” 

“You would know if you were.” 

You try not to show your uncertainty. He’s polite. Well, he is a hero, yet it’s all a bit much. He might be pasted across the media but he’s still just a stranger. 

“Pleaseeeee,” Joanie tugs on you. 

“Alright, but I’m warning you, it’s a pretty small place.” You keep hold of your sister and turn through the door.  

You lead the way up the narrow staircase as you usher her ahead of you. You hook around the banister at the top and go to your door. Another grinding twist and you have it unlocked. You push inward and Joanie bursts in. You enter and stand to the side of the doorframe and remind her to take her shoes off. 

As you do the same, Thor steps on the mat and closes the door behind him. Joanie races off around the small space as you bend to untie your hightops. Your guest unlaces his boots in the cramped entryway. 

“You are a very sweet sister to take her on,” he says as you both stand. “I’ve a brother here. You might know him too... though he not much loved by your people. I try to keep him close but he resists. He has ever been mercurial.” 

“She’s a good kid. Half-sister. We have different dads.” 

“Sisters nonetheless,” he affirms. “My brother is adopted but it doesn’t make us any less family. So much as he hate to admit it.” 

You give a soft laugh but it cuts short as you see Joanie approach the covered desk. Shoot. You knew the blanket couldn’t protect your ceramics for long. You rush away from Thor to stop her. 

“Joanie, be careful. You don’t want to break anything. You could cut yourself.” You sense Thor watching as you catch Joanie before she can tear the blanket down. Instead, you redirect her with the offer of juice. “I bought your favourite, tropical punch.” 

[thr0wnawayy]

How Corrupt Is Hero Society?. Part 2

Nomu and Endeavor, a cause for concern

To add to the today's chatter about Endeavor and his excessive force and how that applies to the rest of MHA's "heroics". I'd like to point something out

It has always been this way

Excessive violence against Nomu isn't anything new, ever since Hori downgraded them into punching bags so the audience wouldnt question the morality of it all.

It does, however bring into light just how desensitized Hero Society is, how they view villains and may display some quirk-ism. Allow me to elaborate.

To the publics knowledge this is a PERSON.

The general public, hell most heroes. Had no fucking clue what a Nomu was. To their knowledge this was just someone with a heavy mutation quirk.

And they just, carry on.

Endeavor's gut instinct here was to burn his head off to stop him from regenerating and no one bats an eye.

But don't worry it gets worse.

Gran Torino is someone the community has dug into countless times for his attitudes towards Shigaraki and belief that "killing is another way to save"

So when Torino does this:

it doesn't really help his case, especially when Endeavor tried to kill that Nomu prior to this by incinerating him alive (almost killing 2 civilians. But I'll get to that)

Such a move would at the very least, sever someone's spine rendering them paralyzed for life. While I can see what Torino was trying to do, the ends do not justify the means here.

I'm not saying the Nomu are innocent, but it's blatantly obvious that they should be aiming to detain them rather than resorting to lethal force right away.

The worst part is the public has no reaction to this. No one asks anything and the authorities sure as hell aren't telling them squat.

We see it again during the Hood Fight and what's worse is that Hood can talk, bringing into question of how sapient is Hood.

Again Endeavor incinerates the Villain and no questions are asked.

Alright remember what I said about the two civilians?. well it gets worse, Firstly, they didn't even know if they were alright until near the end of the Hosu Incident, just letting them run off.

After Endeavor recklessly unleashes a wall of flame, the Nomu absorbs it and processed to reflect the same attack.

(on a second note: Torino and Enji even refer to the Nomu as if they were fighting a Human!?)

What does this mean?. Well that Enji ran into that fight without thinking!.

He didn't even so much as think up a strategy (just like a certain blonde we all know and despise) for what would happen if the opponent just, didn't die.

In Vigilantes he opts to bathe an entire city block in fire because he can't find the Villain (6)

He creates a fucking fire tornado with no thought for collateral damage

(The reactions of his sidekicks concern me, though knowing how Burnin' reacted to Dabi's exposé I'm not suprised.)

Given that he's this destructive and openly antagonistic in public, I don't even want to imagine the state Rei was in after every "training session" spent protecting Shoto.

This is why looking back, I can't say I'm suprised how some of the civilians dove back into worshipping heroes, even after Hawks killed a man and Heroes left them to fend for themselves.

Because as the saying goes

A bird stuck in a cage believes flying to be an illness

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Additional Info:

As pointed out by @gecmi09 (thank you for bringing that up), Endeavor did indeed refer to Crawler and Popstep as villains, as seen here:

I'd like to draw attention to the fact that he is drawn in a similar manner to Number Six, who is also often drawn in a silhouetted fashion, especially when his true colors are exposed.

The two characters are ironically very similar. Both are willing to resort to destructive means if it means achieving their goals.

Both willingly hurt those around/close them and use flawed logic in an attempt to justify their actions.

Both pretend to be something/someone they're not

Both of them brought about their own demise through one of their victims (Dabi and Knuckleduster [who took in Koichi] respectively. Though Six's was more indirect.)

Even though Vigilantes is loosely attached to MHA, I find it interesting that these two characters are so similar. Really makes you think.

[ivestas]

Could I request a könig x reader in which she’s one of the best soldiers/snipers in the world, covered in tattoos, smokes and is a ‘I joined the military out of spite and somehow all that anger turned me into this’, and könig is just smitten with her?

its time you learn to accept yourself

Summary: Through König, you learn love and self-acceptance. 

Tags: sniper!fem!reader x konig, strangers to friends to lovers, headcanon format, reader implied not to speak german, reader implied to be mentally ill, unedited

Word count: 1.7k

Note: im starting to really like this genre of ship-dynamic LMAO

When you joined KorTac, it was clear you didn’t give much of a shit about anyone there. 

You kept to yourself, spoke in monosyllables, and had much more interest in smoking the cigarettes you kept sneaking into the base than talking to any of them. 

He’d heard operators call you several things—none of them flattering to your image—however, one thing stood out clearly to him:

You were a good shot. They all agreed to that. To them, though your personality was shit, you had the eye of a hawk and the hands of a trained and experienced veteran who knew the sniper like the back of their hand. 

He couldn’t help but admire you, regardless of the fact you’ve never acknowledged his presence or even looked at him. 

He also couldn’t help but admire how calm you were, how you were just... yourself. Sleeves always rolled up with your tattoos in full display, a cigarette always nursed between your lips, the fact you never watered down your personality; he wanted that confidence—no, that sureness your character carried. 

König knew you liked to lurk near the shooting range—since you’d joined, he avoided disturbing you and had often gone to the other side of the range to practice his shots. 

However, in a fit of uncharacteristic confidence, he decided to approach you. 

He was prepared for your scathing words, or the silent look of disgust you often wore around the other men.

But, when he approached, you regarded him neutrally. 

“Hey, you’re...” 

“König.”

“Yeah, König, you’re König.” You echoed the accent of the word, looking proud. “I pronounced that well, right? König.” You repeated his name as though it were a flavorful candy.

He was rendered mute; German sounded so nice on your tongue. 

“König?” 

“A-ah, scheiße, I was lost in thought for a second,” he laughed awkwardly. “You said it well, yes.” 

“‘kay, good. Anyway, what’d you want?’

It was a blunt but reasonable question, but with your eyes trained on him, it was suddenly hard to speak or think. 

Bashfully, he spoke. “May I shoot with you?” 

“Uh, of course? This isn’t my shooting range, man. Have fun.” 

“No, with you.” 

“With me?” You echoed, dumbfounded. “How’d that work?” 

“We’ll make it a friendly competition—if you’d like, of course—whoever gets the most bulls-eyes wins.”

You smiled. It was brighter than the sun. “Sure! Sounds like fun—you go first, then.” 

König does. It was an easy shot, anyone could hit it, but he could feel your eyes watching him. 

Trying to steady his hands, he set his sniper on top of the heavy crates and tried to aim, trying to clear his mind.

It was difficult. Again, your eyes—he wondered if he was making any mistakes he didn’t even know of. He was sure he was doing everything right, but... was he? 

“Your hands are shaking, König. Try steadying them like this,” roughly, you took the hand that had been on the trigger and made the weight even. 

His cheeks erupted in warmth. Too close. 

He quickly takes a shot, and it was just about to hit the bullseye. 

“Time to show ya how the pros do it!” You sit right beside him, kneeling in front of the crates and setting your own sniper onto them. He noticed rough engravings on the snout of your gun, a rough shape of a butterfly and snake. 

Before he could ask about them, you shot. You had barely paused to even adjust. 

When he looked up, he couldn’t help the wave of admiration that hit him.

You hit the bullseye perfectly.

“Maybe one day you can be as good as me,” you teased, voice light. “But your ass needs practice. Can I help?” 

He couldn’t trust his voice so he merely nodded. Thank God he had a hood over his head because he was sure he resembled more tomato than a human. 

After that though, the two of you became closer—you saw each other more, interacted more, etc. 

You had taken a swift liking to him; he was eager to learn, polite, and soft-spoken, how could you not? 

König, though? He’s skipped the ‘friend’ part and went straight to crushing; honestly, he was flattered enough that you just acknowledged his presence, being one of the best snipers and all, but the fact you went out of your way to teach him—talk to him—it went all straight to the heart.

Even on missions, you’d talk to him. You’d often favor being quiet, whistling the odd tune or two before taking your shots, but now you’ve come to just take those small pauses to tease him incessantly. 

König was about to maul an enemy before a bullet shot through their head. 

His earphones sparked to life. 

“You should be more careful, I almost couldn’t save you there.” Your voice crackled through. 

He couldn’t help but huff, half amused, half worried. “Didn’t Aksel say for you to clear out the enemies on your end?” 

“Did already. They were like sitting ducks.”

You two are an actual powerhouse in missions; König with his physical prowess, easily overpowering anyone in his way, and you with your sniper, taking any enemies behind him down in an instant. 

You only grew closer to him and vice versa, and eventually, the daily conversations nearly became constant—attached to the hip, understanding each other to the extent that quick glances would equate to hundreds of lines of dialogue. 

It was during this that you realize you’ve grown... attached. 

It worries you—no, it scares you. 

You were, in your eyes, a poison that could do nothing but harm a soul like König’s; despite is outward brutality, you knew inside he was nothing but gentle—or maybe you were blind. Maybe you were in love and refused to see the dark that tainted his inner consciousness. 

Or, maybe, you liked that too about him. 

In any case, it was worrisome; it bit at your insides, at the quiet part of your mind, it lit everything to flame then ash. 

You weren’t the woman you were before the military; fuck, maybe that version of you never existed—you were always so fucked up, so full of incomprehensible anger that set every step you took on fire. 

That worry turned to anxiety, and it only increased when you realized that your stable, steady hands have become a shaking mess. 

It was during a pause between missions that you try to clear your head, to purge those feelings you thought and knew wouldn’t lead to any good. 

However König—oh, König—followed.

You told him not to, but he knew something was wrong, that you weren’t quite as steady as he’d known you to be; it was a weakness, a vulnerability that, right now, could harm you. 

Neither of you had the comfort of being weak, especially in a safe house that could be overridden with hostiles at any moment of the day. If he couldn’t help, he’d at least want to be able to protect you during this time.

So, he followed, through the murky corridors and under the cloak of night, finding you outside with a cigarette between your lips. 

You saw him and you were ready to snap at him, to drive him away, but he spoke so fucking softly. 

“Are you okay?”

You weren’t. He knew you weren’t, and you knew he knew that. 

So you sighed. Gestured for him to come, and he did, leaning against the concrete wall beside you. 

You were particularly loose-lipped, but at that moment, all inhibitions of restraint were gone. 

“It’s all a lie—when people join the military, it’s rarely for that strive of good.” You took a harsh suck of the cigarette. “You think any person with a good head on their shoulders and love for life would want to be in a fuckin’ military? Or a merc group? No amount of money makes this worth it, no... never.” 

König was silent. Listening. Thinking.

“More often than not, people just join to just—run. Die. Cut their losses and just engulf themselves in the worst of the worst because of their own flaws—hamartias. Know that word?”

König nodded.

You laughed airily. It was hardly a laugh, more like a throwaway noise. “I learnt it back in high school in English class—’fatal flaw of a hero’, or something. Flaws... good, bad, right, wrong, villainous, heroic, it’s a mouthful, isn’t it?”

König nodded again. 

“So many labels for those who, in hindsight, or just cogs to a greater machine. A twisted machination—isn’t that the true evil? The machinery?”

“You make it sound difficult,” König breathed. “When everything is so much simpler than that. Personal principles define those beliefs, right and wrong is as broad as it is small.” 

You hummed. “Never struck you for the philosophical type.”

“I’m not. Philosophy is redundant. The answer is always found within our hearts.” 

“Hmmm.” You took another puff of the cigarette. “The answer in my heart was anger. Always anger. Violence, insults, it always seemed most effective... I thought the military would set me straight, make me more controlled, but it did the opposite.” You stared at the ground, smoke spilling out your lips. “I’m worse now, a festering disease. I can feel myself burning out day by day, and, König? I want you to stay away from that—from me.” 

“I won’t.” 

“What?” 

“I refuse. I will stay by your side.” I can’t bear to leave you alone. 

“But... why?” Why, why, why? 

“Because you’re the most beautiful flame I’ve ever seen.” I love you. Accept that. “Don’t cut yourself short, liebe. You can always change and grow. Or remain stagnant. Either way, my eyes will always be on you.”

You, for the first time in your life, couldn’t trust your voice. 

But when you looked up at him, you hoped that the message was there. That he could see. 

And he did, and you couldn’t help the smile when you saw that the corners of his eyes crinkled. 

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REMNANTS | E.M.

word count: 2.3k

warning: alternative series ending, no happy ending, thought we were done with this but if I can't talk about it with someone then I can write about it to someone- make this go away by making you the villain vibes except it’s scary factual

summary: you overhear a conversation between eddie and billy and realize your parents had good reason to try and keep you away from him.

previous parts: linger | fleeting | gone

You had a sickening pull to your stomach, the butterflies that lived there had turned to stone, heavy and rough, and it made you want to throw up. Your dad was right, as if that sentence alone wasn’t enough to make your guts jumble, it also made the next part even worse because he was right about Eddie being not only bad for you, but ultimately being on the wrong side of things altogether. Motives really do change, people really do change, but what if you just didn’t know Eddie’s motives from the beginning. When Billy Hargrove started working for the family your dad thought he’d be able to change him and bring out better in him, and for a while he did, for a while, he worked harder than he schemed. But still, he managed to change everything, nearly ruining the entire legacy your parents had created by allowing squatters to move into rooms and pocketing the money, sent out false communications in your dad’s name, selling private information to whoever paid him the most- it was unreal that someone so young, so immature could create such a scheme right under everyone’s noses.

Eddie wasn’t directly involved in any of it, but he knew, you didn’t know that he knew, and it should’ve made you run for the hills when you found out that he did. You should’ve, the second you saw Billy talking to him, the second he started getting a little too involved in the admin part of the job, you should’ve seen his helpfulness and eagerness for what it truly was- a search for an in and you very naively gave it to him by thinking with your heart and not your head.

Your mom decided to send you home, it wasn’t as busy, the work you had to do wasn’t stuck to the office and though she’d never tell your dad about it, your mom knew you were hurting a little at the idea that Eddie, in all his kind glory wasn’t truly who you thought he was. In the back of your head, you could clearly still see your Eddie, he was still all the things that made you blush just at the thought of him but there was a snippy voice in your head that wondered what about it was real, what about it was an act and what about it was just a ploy to distract you from what was happening. You wondered if he ever even wanted to be your friend, ever actually saw you, or if it was always just an endgame type of scenario, if he applied just enough sweet charm, you’d fold like paper, the boss’ naïve daughter who was so desperate for any form of care or love or attention she fell for it without a single bit of hesitation. You felt embarrassed, and stupid, like all those times your mom told you that guys would change your character was right, and that made you so cross too because you were sure you’d be different.

You were already having a horrendous day, fought with your mom, had to apologize for not cutting him off when you should’ve, when you realized you liked him, why you didn’t tell her and the truth was because you knew she’d reason with you, make you realize how selfish, how unlike yourself you were being. And how would you explain that, you’d not done anything wrong, innocent conversations, subtle musings that disguised his flirting, really it was just nice to be noticed, be seen and fussed over, you didn’t need to hide yourself, you could just be.  Now it felt like there was a magnifying glass aimed right at you, every move, every word, everything you’d done the last few months was now under question because you’d not seen Eddie for who he was. You wanted to walk it off and get some air before having to sit in a car with them to be taken home. It wasn’t like you’d run into any of them, not when they were in hiding somewhere discussing their plans.

When you’d found yourself in front of the empty room that used to be an office, that used to be where you and Eddie hid away to eat lunch, to breathe a little, you didn’t expect to find him there, didn’t expect to find him there with those type of people either, seems like you were still in the process of finding out just how much you misunderstood him.

“Oh get over it, so what if she’s ignoring you,” it was Billy’s voice, too arrogant all things considered, too loud considering he wasn’t allowed in the building in the first place, you peaked into the window and saw Eddie shrug, his face looked different, clouded by something-  secrets, just like theirs. “Never mind that, we’ve still got the floorplans, still know which rooms are open and when they’ll be filled,” he was smoking, flicked ash onto the carpet, and rubbed it into the material with the sole of his boot. “Besides, if she comes out saying anything to her parents, we have enough to put everything right back onto her,” that sickening feeling was back, it felt like it was trying to harden the whole of your body with it.

“I don’t know about that, man,” Eddie took a drag from the cigarette and shook his head, he looked unsure, but you couldn’t know, not now, you weren’t sure if you’d ever been able to read him in the first place. “She’s a sweet girl, I mean I know we used her for intel, know it was easy to get her on my side, but shit, I don’t know if it’s right to make this all out to be her fault when it goes wrong.”

“When?” Billy scoffed, a sound, much like his general existence that made you want to throw a chair at him just to silence it. “Eddie, we’ve been one step ahead of them since the beginning, by the chance they catch onto us we’ll be walking away with full pockets and not a single piece of evidence pointing to us.”

You somehow felt even more stupid when you expected Eddie to defend you, your family, he’d been working close enough to the lot of you to at least realize that this wasn’t okay, wasn’t right, definitely wasn’t legal, but it wasn’t how you treated people who cared for you, helped you.

“I think my pockets are full enough,” Eddie stood up, stuffed the cigarette in Billy’s hand, and kicked at the mark Billy left on the floor as if it could take it out now, you bit back a scoff, very typical. “I don’t want to be involved in this anymore, I didn’t think I’d care if I hurt them, thought people like them deserve it but-“

“But you like her? So what if you like her, do you think she’d care about you at all outside of this place, if she’d met you in the diner or the supermarket, she wouldn’t even have noticed you,” he wasn’t wrong, you hated to know he wasn’t wrong, but it meant you also wouldn’t have gotten hurt, it means you would’ve been right to stay as far away as possible. “Besides, she’d write you off in an instant if she knew what you’d been doing with me, that’s the whole point, we’re all caught up in it now, no getting out of it- we’re the ones with the power, we can take them all down with us.”

“You give yourself too much credit, Billy,” Eddie looked like he’d seen a ghost when you opened the office door to see them, he’d paled, and tried his best to hide his reaction but failed completely. “It’s going to take more than a little plan decided on over cigarettes and late-night beers to take down this business, we were surviving before you, and we’ll survive after you,” you couldn’t look at Eddie, took the cigarette from Billy’s hold and put it out on the plastic shades hanging on his shirt pocket. “Now, the sign with your picture on it by the gate is more than just a little suggestion- you’re not allowed on the premises.”

“Hasn’t stopped me before, has it,” he winked and shoved Eddie’s shoulder lightly before he made quite the scene of walking away from you. “See you soon,” he paused, scoffed at the way Eddie was looking at you, lips moving without any words. “Good luck, Eds.”

You waited for the door to shut, for his steps to echo on the stairs as he left, for your heart to start beating again, for your blood to stop boiling. When you finally looked up at the boy, you wished you hadn’t, he looked guilty, you didn’t need to know him to know that it was written all over his features, all over his movements- he moved to say something, you shook your head, he didn’t take note of it.

“I’m sorry,” it felt odd being on the receiving end of that phrase, when you used it the day before it had such a different meaning, and held such different emotions, he was guilty, he was doing something wrong and he was able to hide it from you for months now but with it all out in the open it was like he couldn’t hide from it either, he had to face it now. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“Bite your tongue,” you had to be careful now, not too emotional, not too revealing, he wasn’t on your side, wasn’t one you could trust with yourself anymore, another person to sift with, another person to pretend with. “You don’t believe that- I most certainly don’t- I might not know you Eddie Munson, but you knew me enough to take part in this plan of yours so don’t you dare try and tell me you didn’t think this would hurt me.”

“It’s not that simple, okay, yes it started as an act, but I swear things started changing for me, you made this so difficult for me, I knew I should’ve kept going but I couldn’t stand seeing you actually like me knowing what I was doing.”

“I made it hard for you to hurt me?” you scoffed, your words might be calculated but the sound was very telling, you were fuming, you were devastated, how Eddie of all people could be the one to do this to you was madness, unbelievable- how he could be working hand in hand to hurt the business was a whole other thing, your entire livelihood was at stake because he wanted to score some extra cash this month. You shook your head. “I’m so confused, Eddie, honestly, I should be so upset with you but more than anything I’m literally so disappointed in you. You’re better than this, you’re better than him and his schemes- you had a shot here, you were proving yourself to my parents, you had a future here aside for me and you completely threw that away- you think they could trust you after this?”

“I didn’t think it through,” he pulled a hand through his hair, and pulled at his denim jacket, it seemed like he didn’t know what to do with his hands, with his body, he wanted to speak to you but you had a feeling he didn’t know where to even begin, even if he had, he knew you wouldn’t listen, wouldn’t accept anything from him after what you’d just heard. “I didn’t think it would go this far.”

“Neither did I,” he reached for you, and you stepped back, absolutely hated that, he did it again and you physically had to push his hand away. “Don’t. Don’t you dare.”

“Please, you don’t need to forgive me, but hear me out, let me explain, it won’t mean much but I swear there’s more to this than what you overheard,” you allowed his hand to brush against yours, closed your eyes for a second at the familiar feel of it, considered how you’d think about it for days on end even after all his done.

“Just leave, Eddie, take your cash, your people, leave before I have to tell my dad about all of this and he makes you leave,” you folded your arms around yourself, hated yourself more than you could fathom, how could you have fallen for this, how could you allow yourself to feel like this. “Please, this was cruel, it was unkind and unfair and I never for a second expected this of you so please just leave- please don’t let this linger.”

And he didn’t, he left, you shattered, felt the remnants of your trust in him fall to the floor, and you had no idea how to process this. It was never just a crush, it was never a crush in the first place, you were a pawn and they just took you right off the board.

[star-centric]

I'm glad to see you have requests open! I read some of your stuff from your old blog and wanted to resend a request I made that you didn't get to. It's the one with Chuuya and his older sibling who joined the port mafia before him, but I was thinking this time they have amnesia that, surprisingly, wasn't because of the port mafia. Although, the mafia did take advantage of their amnesia by saying they were a part of the mafia the entire time with Dazai taking Chuuya's place as their baby brother. Chuuya would be so confused when he sees them walk into Mori's office after he meets Dazai and maybe even hurt when they don't recognize him and call Dazai their brother rather than him.

CHARACTERS: Chuuya and Older Sibling! Gender Neutral Reader

NOTE: okay can I say that I just love this idea??! This is probably one of the first times I write something that doesn’t have an outright happy ending :O I remember writing headcanons last year on Chuuya and his older sibling joining the PM- happy I get to write more on it!!

CW: strictly sibling/family relationship, bittersweet ending bjt possibly hopeful (?), small mentions of blood/violence since it’s Port Mafia, Chuuya and reader are reunited but not in the way he wants </3, gender neutral reader

The look of confusion on your face made Chuuya’s stomach turn.

When he was led into this grand room by men in suits, he was only expecting to run into that one-eyed bastard and his boss.

He wasn’t expecting to finally see you.

You still looked the same- no missing limbs, no scars- you were here, you were really here. His feet had a mind of his own as he called your name and practically leapt towards you- but the look on your face made him pause.

Why weren’t you running towards him, smile wide and calling his name? Why weren’t you hugging him, eyes misty as you finally reunited with one another?

Why did you look so…lost?

“I’m sorry- have we met before?”

He glanced at Dazai, who stood with a blank stare. Was this his idea of a joke?

Did you not…remember him? No, that’s not right, that can’t be right-

“It’s Chuuya, I’m-“ he swallowed down the growing lump in his throat, trying to not have his crack. “I’m your brother, remember?”

Your confusion only grew more, eyebrows raised as your eyes flickered from his to Dazai and back to Chuuya. “I believe you have me mistaken for someone else-“

“No, I don’t!” He didn’t mean to raise his voice, but he was growing more and more uneasy with every word.

“Yes, you do.” You grew firm with your response.

“No I- don’t you remember? You have a brother- I’m your brother!”

“I know that I have a brother-“

Chuuya was about to release the breath he was holding, finally hoping to get some answers-

“But it’s not you.”

He felt like the world stopped.

“This is my brother.” You motioned to Dazai, who still stood with a blank stare before turning to a smirk.

Chuuya felt sick. His body felt heavy, like someone was using his own ability on him. A chilling feeling shot up his spine when he realized that you were being serious.

“See? I told you he was weird.” Dazai whispered not discreetly to you, keeping his eyes on Chuuya.

You were giving Dazai the same look that you would give him- scolding him and telling him to behave- stuff that you would tell Chuuya, your little brother, not him. Something wasn’t right.

“I’m just saying,” he grabbed at your arm, snuggling into it. His eyes narrowed at Chuuya,“I’ve always been your little brother, right?”

It was obvious that Dazai was trying to get a rise out of him- and it was working.

“What did you do to them?!” Chuuya seethed and lunged at him, ability activated. He brought his fist back, aiming directly at his face-

He wasn’t able to reach him before you intervened, grabbing his arm and squeezing it as a warning.

You were giving him the same, cold look you would give enemies. Not as the older sibling that loves him without a doubt, but as a enemy that needed to be taken care of.

It shattered him.

“That’s enough, all three of you.”

Mori spoke up from his desk, violet eyes scanning over you and Dazai before directly landing on Chuuya. His tone sounded light enough, but you stood down immediately, letting go and taking your place next to Dazai.

The look Chuuya was getting showed that his words were more than just a warning.

“Now then, (Y/N) and Dazai- why don’t you both head down to the target location and keep an eye on them until further instructions. I’ll brief Mr. Nakahara on everything myself.”

“Understood sir.” You nodded your head before your eyes landed on Chuuya- there wasn’t any malice in your eyes, but there was a sense of hesitation and uncertainty that couldn’t be hidden.

All Chuuya wanted to do was wake you both from this nightmare. Shake you back to your senses and hug you until neither one of you could breath.

But all he could do was watch you leave once more.

He felt powerless all over again.

The moment you turned your back and left with Dazai, he saw his only family disappear. The only person that would stay by his side, the only person that would look out for him as much as he did for you, the only person that he had left in his life that loves him, his older sibling- leave him. It wasn’t fair, it was suppose to be you and him always- yet he found himself alone in the room, you with someone that you believe was your brother, that wasn’t him.

He was crushed. He was devastated, hurt, and downright pissed. Pissed that you didn’t remember him, pissed that that bastard was playing pretend and laughing like it was a joke, pissed at the mafia- pissed at everything.

He didn’t hide his frustration, gritting his teeth and glaring down at the door. His nails were digging into the palm of his hands while his new boss did nothing but smirk at the sight of his aggression.

“It’s obvious that you care for them, no?”

Chuuya didn’t turn his head towards him, only turning his eyes to the ground, baring his teeth. “…did you do this?”

Mori sighed, mock sympathy seeping from his tone, “Well Dazai took such a liking to them- who am I to break up such a loving bond?”

He would have struck him- he would have struck him to the ground, giving him what he deserves, make him pay for what he did to you, then make him feel the full force of his gravity as Chuuya stood over him. He would have did that and more-

But all he could do was bite his tongue as his shoulders trembled in anger.

“Would you do anything for them, Chuuya?”

He whipped his head towards Mori, who no longer had a playful expression. His eyes were serious as he waited for Chuuya’s response, whose own eyes went wide.

He then narrowed his eyes, feeling suspicious of his question, but answering carefully. “I would.”

Mori hummed, toying with his surgical knife. “I see.” He seemed pleased with his answer. “Well then, I have some information regarding (Y/N)- moreso with their…special condition.”

Chuuya held his breath, a million questions flying through his head, the burning one on the tip of his tongue-

“We weren’t the ones to cause their amnesia, and I’m not sure if there’s a way to find out what did- but there is a way to regain their memories.”

Mori was gauging his reaction, testing him- it was all too obvious what he was doing- but Chuuya couldn’t hide the fact that there was a way to get you back- the old you, the real you. He would do anything to get you back-

But he wasn’t an idiot to forget that he’s signing a deal with the Devil either.

Chuuya took a breath, before narrowing his eyes, “…what do I need to do?”

The smirk came back on Mori’s face, “Swear your loyalty to the Port Mafia, and crush anyone that stands in our way.“

There was no turning back- but if it was for your sake, he would accept. He had no other choice in his eyes.

He got down on one knee and pledged his loyalty, the words leaving his lips genuinely but leaving a bitter taste in mouth.

But it was a needed sacrifice it if it means getting you back.

“Excellent.” He clapped his hands together, a ditzy smile on his face as he returned to his playfulness. “Glad to have you on board- now for your first mission, you’ll be meeting Dazai and (Y/N) in Yokohama. I believe you’re still familiar with this organization called the Sheep…”

As Mori droned on, Chuuya thought about his true mission- getting you back.

And he will do anything to make sure he succeeds.

[atlas-likes-writing]

Febuwhump day 3: "Bite down on this."

Characters: Red Hood/Jason Todd, Nightwing/Dick Grayson, The Black Bat/Cassandra Cane, Signal/Duke Thomas, Red Robin/Tim Drake, Robin/Damian Wayne, Batman/Bruce Wayne (mentioned), Agent A/Alfred Pennyworth (mentioned).

Summary: A new variant of Jonathon Crane's Fear toxin has been rumoured to be released. When Jason gets effected, it feels like he's burning alive.

Word Count: 1,079

Tags: Whump, graphic depictions of pain and injury, needles/syringes, toxic gas/gas masks, depictions of fire/being burned.

Authors note: Wrote this when I was sleep deprived in about two hours. Enjoy! This has not been edited so expect mistakes.

Day One | Day Two | Masterlist

@febuwhump

The news had said that there was word of a new strain of Fear toxin out in the streets that felt like you were burning alive. Hell, maybe you were; in your mind. The news had also said that there was no cure to this new strain, and citizens were urged to stay inside and wear their state-funded gas masks courtesy of Wayne Enterprises. 

The news does not always speak the truth, though. There was a cure to this new version of Fear. It just hadn’t been developed yet. 

It currently is in the process of being synthesised in the lab of the BatCave. The last time Jason checked; the percentage was 24%. That 24% happened over the space of two days, so it’s safe to say that it’s taking a long time. The molecular formula of this strain is almost entirely different from its less potent counterparts, which makes the lives of both Alfred and Bruce much more difficult. So difficult, in fact, that the Bat isn’t able to leave for patrol at all, instead having to survey the development of the cure during all hours of the day. The gas is colourless, so you don’t know when it strikes you until it does. 

That leaves his many children to deal with the fallout. They’re out in the streets nightly, with their patrols sometimes prolonging until the sun is beating down on them from above. Damian and Tim had to put in their absences at school due to “personal family matters” so they were able to help as many people as possible. There’s not much that any of them can do, though. They can only jump at the sound of civilians screaming out in pain as invisible fire scorches their veins. They can only shove their gas masks over their faces and rush over to where the person writhes on the floor and take them out of the area; to the nearest Gotham Hospital that is steadily reaching capacity with beds overcome by shaking and screaming patients all witnessing the same thing. 

They’ve had to enlist the help of the police by cordoning off streets and buildings that are known to have gas. The colourless compound makes their lives even more difficult, requiring Oracle’s expert deduction skills to figure out where it has spread and when the wind changes. 

The family has dealt with it well! Dick has been pulled from Bludhaven to help and Jason has been less bitchy than usual (Tim’s words, much to the dismay of Jason). 

Well, at least until now. 

With the focus of the resident vigilantes on containing the gas, regular crime has been on the rise. They bag up the odd criminal when they stumble across them, but most of the time they’ve unfortunately had to go free. This threat is simply too large to spare any members of the Batfamily for the run-of-the-mill criminal on the streets. 

Unfortunately for one run-of-the-mill criminal, he happened to stumble across Red Hood while he was carrying the final civilian in a building out and away from the gas inside. The thug is the same size and Jason and appears to have similar muscle mass, so Jason might have his work cut out for him if he’s aiming to not kill the man opposing him. 

They land heavy hits on each other for a while. Jason headbutts the man and the tubes of the mask the other is wearing jiggle about a bit. Then the criminal lands a mean right hook across the jaw of his helmet, causing Jason to stumble back and nearly fall over. It’s only when he’s pinned to the floor when he’s distracted that he realises something is wrong. 

It starts as a warm feeling in his outer extremities, but soon crescendos into his legs catching fire and his clothing setting ablaze. It’s not real. Jason knows it’s not real; but holy fuck does it feel real.  

At this point the thug has scrambled away from the writhing man, realising he’s won and not wanting the repercussions that come with it. The sound of rapid footsteps grows quieter and is soon drowned out by the sound of Jason’s screams. Orange heat licks up his spine and makes him curl up and convulse in pain that isn’t there. His cries of agony bury the yells of his brother as the blue vigilante sprints towards him. He nearly knocks the poor man out when Dick throws his entire weight on Jason to keep him still, limbs flailing and screams of “Get away from me!” tear their way out of his throat. 

“Alfred! When is that antidote ready?” Dick yells into his comm link. 

“It is at 93%, master Richard. Bring Red Hood back to the BatCave so he can be treated.” 

That is a task easier said than done. Especially when you’ve got to lug a 200 pound brick shit-house from one end of Gotham to the other. It takes two tranquillizers to put Jason under, and even then, he can’t help but shake and convulse in his sleep. 

After what seems like hours, Dick, with the help of Cass, Tim, Duke, and Damian, manage to throw the agonised body of Jason onto the medical cot. His wrists and ankles are strapped to the bed and his torso is tied down with something that looks like duct tape, but probably isn’t. The percentage of the antidote is now 98%, so all the family can do is wait. 

And wait they do, until Jason wakes up and starts thrashing. around on the cot. The rest of the family seem to have underestimated Jason’s strength – especially under the influence of Fear toxin. The worst part of it all is that the man seems perfectly lucid. He’s conscious about everything that occurs around him, yet he’s hallucinating an inferno eating him up and spitting him out. Dick has to hold him down by his shoulders to keep Jason from breaking out of his restraints. 

“Here, bite down on this,” Dick states, holding a piece of cloth up to his brother's mouth for him to bite down on. Jason does; his teeth clamp down on the checkered item and his screams become muffled. It’s then when the ding of the antidote dispenser sounds, and the compound is immediately bottled and duplicated. It’s then pressed into a syringe and stabbed into one of Jason’s shaking arms. 

It works clearly, and as a result Jason falls unconscious, exhausted.  

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[lxdyred]

Among snakes I shall dance, ch. 5: Not dead yet

Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!Targaryen!Fem!Reader

Previous Chapter // Epilogue

Summary: Rhaenyra's firstborn finds herself surrounded by the greens and, to her misfortune, betrothed to one of them. So she begins to plan how to take them down, one by one, from the inside.

Word count: 6.3k

Warning: Allusions to incestuous relationship, use of obscene language, mentions of sexual assault, dub-con and graphic possible death. some characters might be a bit out of character.

A/N: THE LAST CHAPTER IS HERE!

Feedback is always appreciated! ❤️

"You are with child.” These were the words Grand Master Orwyle blurted out.

"I don't understand..." was all that the peincess managed to say.

She was in a state of complete shock after all that had just happened with Aegon in her chamber, not more than an hour ago. An unparalleled anxiety had come over her at the ultimatum her husband's older brother had given her. She felt dazed and overwhelmed, fatigued and exhausted.

"The maid who came to fetch me has spoken of your behaviour these past few weeks," the Maester spoke, trying to make her feel more at ease. He spoke, trying to make her understand her situation.

"Dyana is not my maid, she is the king and queen's maid.” The young woman spoke with a somewhat lost look in her eyes. She was totally lost in herself. "She can't make these conjectures. I cannot be expecting a child."

"Servants tend to talk among themselves, that's why she'll be aware of your situation."

"This has to be a mistake."

"Princess. When was the last time you bled?" The old man ran a cloth dipped in aromatic waters over her forehead and neck, to make her feel better and help her calm down. "Have you had any unusual symptoms lately?"

"I have been fatigued, but that is because my Lord Husband and I have been-" she paused before continuing. "We've been spending a lot of time together, doing things."

"That's something we have all noticed." The princess put her hands to her head at the comment, "Tell me, have you bled this past moon?"

"No." That was when the young Velaryon realised that Orwyle was possibly right in everything he said. "I haven't done it in two moons, actually."

Aemond did had an excellent aim, then.

"During the first few moons it is normal for a woman to seek intimacy with her husband. It is another symptom, the appetite for intercourse, due to the new state the body is in."

"My breasts feel fuller." The woman commented, looking at the Master, who gave her a sympathetic smile.

"Then it is a fact, Princess. Congratulations, you will bear the prince a heir."

"Could we keep it a secret for a few days?" the young woman asked nervously, as she rose from the bed and pulled a blanket over her shoulders. "I would like to tell the prince first, before anyone else lets him know."

"Of course. I won't say anything." Nodded the man as he prepared to leave.

"Grand Maester, if the maid is still outside, could you ask her to come in, please?"

The Grand Maester nodded again before heading out the door, but not before bowing his head. "Princess."

The young silver-haired woman put her nails in her mouth and began to pace the room, nervous, once the shock was beginning to wear off. Her head began to spin, a lump formed in her throat and her chest felt heavy.

"Princess." Spoke in a whisper the young maid, Dyana, as she entered the room.

"Close the door, please." Said the woman, standing and looking at the other woman. She was not much younger than she was.

"Are you all right, my lady?" the young woman asked, her hands clasped in front of her. "Is there anything I can do to make you comfortable?"

"How could it be that moments after the king left my chambers, one of his maids came into my room and found me in the state I was in?" She asked, the young woman just stared at her in silence, thinking of an answer. "Did he send you, by any chance?"

"No, of course not, princess." The young woman shook her head, vigorously.

"Then?"

"I... I followed the king here. I saw him come in and noticed how he was slow to leave... then I heard you crying and screaming." The young woman spoke nervously, fiddling with her hands and with her head down. "I just wanted to make sure you was alright, that's all."

"A servant girl shouldn't get into trouble that doesn't concern her, Dyana. If the king had come to see you, he might have-"

"He began to tell me what he planned to do to you, princess. A few days ago, when I was serving him wine. He was very drunk, I think he mistook me for someone he shouldn't have." The blonde woman took a step forward, unsure of the reaction the Velaryon might have. "I wanted to make sure he didn't do anything to you, nothing more. I'm so sorry for intruding."

"Why would you want to do that for me? Aren't you supposed to be one of the queen and king's most loyal servants?" The princess's voice trembled, not quite able to reach why that specific maid would care about her. The young woman said nothing, only giving her a quick tear-filled glance, before looking away and lowering her gaze.

And then she understood where the girl's concern was coming from.

"He did the same to you, as he did to me." It wasn't a question, more of a fact. The Princess felt anger gnawing at her insides at what he had done to the girl. "You're just a child, you must be the same age as my brother Luke, and he-" she stopped herself before turning her back on the girl and walking over to the dresser by the window, pulling out a small bag.

"Princess?"

"You need to get the hell out of here." Said the Valyrian-featured woman, walking over to where the young servant stood and taking her hand, then resting the bag she had just taken on top of it. "I want you to get out of here, right now. You're not safe, and I won't let that depraved, son of a bitch do anything else to you."

"I can't leave, I have obligations here. My family depends on my work here and-"

The princess took Dyana's face, and made her look into her eyes. "Fuck those obligations. You have to do it and you will do it, you have to be safe, all right? There's enough gold in that bag for you and your family to start over far away from here, anywhere. I refuse to put you through this."

"What about you, princess?"

"It's complicated." The princess spoke. "But at least I'm relieved to know that I've been able to help someone escape this nightmare." She smiled sadly at her. "Don't look back and try to live a life away from here."

"Princess..." Dyana's lower lip began to tremble, but she nodded at the words she had just heard.

"Thank you, Dyana. For caring about me. Now, go." The young maid stood still where she was. "Go." The Red Mermaid insisted.

Dyana nodded and left, but not before giving to the Velaryon princess a glance. "Finish him off." The young woman encouraged her, before bowing her head and leaving the place.

It was moments later when the silver-haired woman fell to her knees in defeat and burst into tears. She put one hand to her belly and another over her mouth to silence her cries.

What could she do now, in the situation she was in?

Such was the mental, emotional and physical exhaustion she felt at the position she was in, that she didn't even have the strength to get up from the floor and go to her bed. She felt the weight of the world on her, and she didn't know what to do.

She needed Aemond. Without him, her danger was inevitable. She just wanted him to hold her and reassure her that everything was going to be all right, that she could get out of all of this.

"What am I going to do?" she asked in a whisper, as she closed her eyes and caressed her lower belly, now lying on the floor. In a fetal position. "I can't let anything happen to you. I-I... I can't let you be born into a world like this."

She gave no more of herself, she collapsed and gave up, let sleep overtake her, on that cold, uncomfortable floor. Thousands of questions and fears haunted her, so that even in her dreams she was chased by them.

"My love..." was the first thing she heard when she slowly opened her eyes the next day. "My love..." a soft caress ran down her back.

Confused, she looked around. She saw the light coming through the windows, but noticed that it was not the light of dawn, but rather the light of dusk. She turned and realised that she was on the bed, not on the floor, and Aemond was lying next to her, watching her silently as he gently caressed her figure.

"You're back." She whispered moving closer to her husband's body and hiding her face in his chest, inhaling his fragrance for comfort.

"Here I am." He murmured into her hair. "I found you on the floor, asleep, when I arrived a few hours ago. I thought you needed rest, so I didn't wake you."

She looked up and stroked his cheek, as she watched his face, her expression hard for him to read.

"Has something happened in my absence?" Concerned he asked, frowning slightly.

"No." She lied to him, before giving him a weak smile and hiding her face in his chest again. "Nothing for you to worry about, hm?" Then she remembered why he had to leave the day before, unannounced. "How did it go at Storm's End? Did anything happen?" She asked him, now sitting up in bed, waiting for an answer from him.

"Things got complicated, they got out of control." The sapphire man answered her, as he sat down next to her.

"Did Lord Baratheon say anything to you? Are you all right?" the young Velaryon woman asked worriedly as she took his hand.

"Borros is a complex man, but yes, I'm fine." Her husband looked down at his hands, unsure how to tell her what had happened at Storm's End last night. "It has to do with your brother Lucerys, my love."

"I don't understand, Aemond. What does Luke has to do with any of this?" she shook her head in confusion. "Has a raven come for me in my sleep, by any chance? Has something happened to my baby brother?" She got out of bed as she felt the panic and anticipation wash over her.

Couldn't the young princess catch her breath at least? Fucking hell, because what a twenty-four hours she had been up to.

"No, no raven has come." The Red Mermaid relaxed slightly at those words. "You see, last night when I arrived at Storm's End to negotiate with Borros, I-"

Strange coincidence that someone knocked on the door just as Aemond was about to tell his wife what had happened at Storm's End and what Luke apparently had to do with it.

"Come in." Said the prince with the long silver hair and one eye.

"Good evening, my prince, my princess." Announced a servant boy entering the room with two small papyrus. "They are for you."

The young princess took the note the kid brought for her, while the Targaryen took his, respectively.

"My brother wants us all to gather tonight for dinner, to celebrate how the negotiations with Lord Baratheon went." Aemond read aloud, as he walked over to where the flagon of wine sat and poured a cup for himself and another for his wife.

'In the throne room, after supper, I will await your response to my offer.' That was what was written on the note from her, who, after reading it, threw it into the fire in the hearth.

"Why are you burning it?" Aemond asked her, arching an eyebrow at the silence in which his wife found herself.

"No reason, darling. It wasn't for me, they must have made a mistake." She replied, taking the glass of wine he offered her. "Thank you."

The man with the blue sapphire embraced the red mermaid from behind, resting his chin on her head and bringing his hands to her waist. He closed his eye and tried to find the strength to be the one to tell her what happened the night before. He didn't want her to find out from someone else.

"Aemond." The silence was broken by the young woman, catching his attention. "There is something I must tell you." The young woman turned on her heels, and rested her hand on his chest.

It was obviously not simply something she had to tell him. There were two of them, and they were huge issues to address. And honestly? She didn't want to do it alone, because she was terrified to the core.

"I..." the young woman gasped. She didn't have the strength to tell him everything that had happened in her absence. "I don't want to spend a minute without you by my side, even when you have to go. If you must leave the Red Keep at any time, I want you to take me with you." I don't want to be in the same cage as the beast, she omitted to say.

"All right." Was all the prince said before placing a kiss on the Velaryon's temple, who closed her eyes at the warm gesture.

His story was going to have to wait.

She definitely felt like a competition pig, about to be executed at any moment and served on a platter. Those words were exactly how she felt under the predatory gaze of Aegon, who gave her a malicious grin as he munched on his dinner. She glared hatefully at him, clutching the knife with which he was cutting into her steak, so tightly that her knuckles were completely white.

"Is it me or is the atmosphere tense tonight?" spoke that excuse of a King, as he looked at his brother and sister-in-law. "We should be celebrating."

"Aegon, please." Alicent spoke, giving his daughter-in-law and granddaughter-in-law a fleeting glance, trying to stop his son from doing something stupid.

"Don't worry, Mother." Aegon spoke, rising from his seat, then picking up his goblet and raising it. "I want to make a toast, so please raise your glasses."

"Aegon. Don't." Alicent knew what was coming.

"A toast to my little brother, Aemond, who has secured the loyalty of the Baratheons in our favor.” All present, Otto, Alicent - who looked relieved - Helaena, and even the couple, Aemond and the princess raised their glasses. "The kingdom is grateful to you, Aemond. Your king is."

"Hear, hear." Said Otto with a smile on his face, he seemed satisfied.

Everyone drank from their cup after that toast, but Aegon was not finished yet. "By the seven hells, how could I have missed it. How tactless of me, how insensitive I am." Aegon lowered his glass and forced a look of sadness onto his face.

The young Velaryon, looking with confusion at her husband, who sat tense in his seat, gave her a look he could not decipher.

"I would like to say a few words for our nephew, Lucerys Velaryon. For your brother."

The young woman's heart began to beat violently against her chest, she felt suddenly breathless. "What?" was all the young woman managed to whisper.

"I would like to honour his memory by saying, that it comforts me to know that the boy was very brave until his last moments, even when he was unfortunately pitted against Vhagar. He also showed himself to be very... Strong, like his father, with whom I hope he is resting in peace right now."

The princess let out a short nervous laugh. "I don't understand. Luke is fine, he's not dead. Why would you say something like that?" the young woman asked angrily at the last part, rising from her seat, though she was still confused by her uncle's words.

"I am sorry, dear niece. Has your husband not told you the tragic news?" The silver-haired girl looked at Aemond, who was rising to his feet, and extended a hand in his direction.

"Don't touch me." The young woman mumbled, feeling her eyes burn from the accumulation of tears. He remained silent, but tried to touch her again. "Luke is fine."

"No, my dearest. Your brother is dead, and your husband is the one who can confirm it. After all, he's the one who killed him."

Without a word, the young woman rose from her seat, and with a completely neutral countenance, so as not to give Aegon any satisfaction, she looked at everyone present but Aemond. She did not even deign to address him. To him, for his part, having had no reaction from her to the news, he knew perfectly well that she had given him up for dead, that he was so insignificant that he did not deserve even a look of contempt.

"Niece..." whispered Helaena, with immense sadness, as she watched her friend leave the room. They all stood and watched, silently as she left, while Aegon smiled to himself before sitting back down and taking a drink from his goblet.

"Someone put some more wine in my cup." Was what he said, satisfied with the damage he had done to the couple.

His plan was working, indeed.

With firm, quick steps, the young woman made her way to her chambers. Once inside, standing in the middle of the room, she burst into a rage and began to ravage everything within her reach. Between screams and cries of desolation, she tore down the curtains, threw the cups against the wall, tore the bedclothes, threw the table and everything on it.

The Valyrian looking woman put her hands to her head and let out from between her lips the most heart-rending scream ever heard in the Keep. "Fucking monsters! You are filthy snakes, all of you! May you rot in fucking hell and die the worst fucking deaths!" She screamed at the top of his lungs. "Fuck you all!" Between shaky, angry breaths, she did try to wipe the tears from her beautiful eyes.

"My love-" her husband's voice was heard behind her.

There he was, the person she had fallen in love with and married, much to her fucking disgrace now. The person who had been, nothing more and nothing less, the one who had ended her brother's life. "What the fuck do you want, kinslayer?" she said venomously to her husband, clenching her jaw.

He tried to approach her, but she pointed her finger at him, causing him to stop in his tracks. "I have to explain to you exactly what happened. Please."

"You disgust me." She said to him with bated breath. "I don't want you anywhere near me, do you hear me? DO YOU HEAR ME!?"

Aemond held up his hands in response. "Let me tell you exactly what happened. Please, darling?"

"Seven hells! Don't call me that!" She shouted at him as she came up to her husband. "I should kill you for what you did to my brother." She said between her teeth, tears of rage and anger forming in her eyes. "You made me trust you, Aemond! You told me you would protect me! And that means you would never let anything to hurt me, that goes for you too! Fuck!"

"Listen-"

"NO! I have nothing to listen to! I'm not going to let you tell me lies, I'm not going to let you trick me." The Velaryon brought her hands to her face and let her air out through her nose. "You're no better than any of them, not even Aegon, and that's saying a lot. You're all fucking, filthy snakes."

Aemond stood still, not moving, just watching as his wife paced up and down the room, shouting at him - and rightly so. At that moment he felt like the world was closing in on him, a suffocating pressure preventing him from breathing normally, his own racing heart pounding in his ears and chest. His eye was beginning to burn from the tears that were forming.

But he could do nothing, he could say nothing. He could only stand there, still and silent. Watching it all fall apart.

"I want you to leave." She said after she had been silent for a few moments. "I never want to see you again in my fucking life."

"You know I can't do that."

"You will. Or I swear on my soul I'll kill you, but not before I gouge out your other eye!" Then she let out a laugh full of irony. "Seven hells, that would be poetic to see."

"Please-" tears slid down his face.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" Aemond nodded only once, then left the room, but not before giving his wife one last pain-filled look.

"I love you..." he whispered to himself.

After that, once completely alone, the young princess with angsty features, sat down in front of the fireplace and began to drink the wine that remained in the jug. As she stared at the fire, she could feel the reflection of it within her, it burned her, or rather motivated her to do what she had to do. She knew she could not stand idly by and do nothing, do nothing for her family. For what was left of her, at least.

Once she was drunk enough to have the confidence and the little courage she lacked and needed, she went to her dresser and dressed in what she considered to be the best nightgown she had.

If she was going to do what she was supposed to do, she had to do it properly. After all, as Aegon had said the night before, there should be no impediment to the two of them making something profitable out of the situation.

She set off for the throne room. It was already dark, and there was almost no one in the cold, dark corridors. Aegon was smart to tell his niece to meet in the huge, now empty room.

"You are late." He said once he saw her enter the room. "I thought I was going to have to send for you, to have my guards drag you out."

She brought a hand to her lower belly, caressing it, and sighed, turning her back to him as she closed the Throne room’s door. "As you can see, that won't be necessary." She said forcing a smile for her uncle.

"Come closer." He commanded, sitting on the Iron Throne. "I don't bite. Well, it depends on the occasion." He joked darkly.

With a cold, determined gaze, the king's niece walked to the stairs leading to the throne, where she stopped, and watched him silently. "Here I am." She said.

"Do you not intend to bow to your king?" Aegon asked, resting his face in his hand.

"My mistake, uncle." She curtsied to him, but never took her eyes off him at any point.

"That's better. Though... you should be taught manners, taught your place, dear niece."

"You are right, my apologies." She whispered with a certain air of innocence.

The usurper king let out a small laugh. "You do learn quickly..." he said, rising from the throne and descending the stairs slowly. His footsteps were loud, echoing in the wide hall. "That really turns me on, you have no idea."

She gave him a smile. "I... I wanted to apologise, Aegon. For my hostile behaviour towards the crown, towards you." She ducked her head. "But now I know you were right when you told me yesterday that we could both profit from our... situation."

"Hm... I forgive you, don't worry." He cupped her hand, cool to the touch, and then grabbed her chin gently, lifting her face so that he could look her in the eye. "I'm glad you made the right decision."

"I'm grateful to have been encouraged to do so, Uncle."

"At last... I can admire your scar up close." He said, moving her face to get a better view of her old wound. "What's the real story behind it?"

"A man tried to rape me, and I wouldn't let him."

"Surely he wouldn't have satisfied you the way I would."

"Surely not." She whispered, closing her eyes. He nuzzled her neck, and felt her pulse in it. "I hope you don't dislike my scar."

"Not at all, it fascinates me."

"That relieves me to know." The Velaryon opened her eyes and made eye contact with him, even with her face cocked to one side.

"You've changed since the last time I took you." The short, silver-haired man brought his face close to her hair and sniffed. "You're a real woman now, all thanks to me." He whispered in her ear.

"Let me show you what a real woman can do, please." She implored, as she gave him an innocent look and bit her lower lip.

He turned away from her, and walked back up the stairs to the throne, where he took a seat and watched her.

"Undress." He commanded her. She silently and slowly removed the only garment she was wearing. "Come over here and kneel." He said spreading his legs apart, making room for her.

As her nightgown landed on the cold floor, she climbed up those stairs, then positioned herself between his legs, kneeling and placing her hands on his knees.

"Hm." He cocked his head to one side as he reached for her face with one hand. "Now kiss me." He moved his face slightly closer to hers.

She lifted up a little, and sought support by resting her hands on both of his thighs. Then, that's when she kissed him. It was quick and shy.

"Surely you can do better, eh?" She nodded, and hesitantly took his face and kissed him again, but now more violently and heatedly. "That's a hell of a lot better, dear niece."

She blushed and averted her gaze. "Well, thank you." she murmured.

"Yes, much better than the first time, no doubt." Said the man with satisfaction in his voice. "Good, now I want you to feel me. I want you to feel the reaction you've caused in me." Aegon blurted out as he lowered his gaze to his own crotch, where she knew what she would find.

The princess, without a sound, moved her hands from his knees to the buttons of his breeches, slowly and sensually caressing his thighs, causing Aegon to pull his head back and bite his lip, trying to stifle himself.

"May I?" she asked, pointing her head towards the buttons of his trousers. He nodded, and she proceeded, unbuttoning them and pulling the trousers afterward, thus leaving the king fully exposed. "It's... impressive."

"You like what you see, little one?" she nodded her head in reply.

"Aha." She moaned as she brought a hand down to his crotch, and then began to massage the area, and started kissing his thighs and lower belly, which caused him to bring his hands to her hair, and clench his fists in his grasp.

"Put your mouth to better use."

"Whatever you order, Uncle." She began massaging his shaft, then massaging his balls.

Aegon let out a moan, full of pleasure, causing him to roll his eyes. His knuckles turned white as he felt her lips on his balls. But what had started as a moan of pleasure soon turned into an agonised cry, filled with a pain unimaginable for a man, as he felt a sharp, wrenching bite coming from that area.

"YOU FUCKING WHORE!" he shouted, before kicking her and sending her tumbling down the stairs. He brought his hands to her between her legs and watched as blood gushed violently.

"No more bastards nor rapes… from Aegon the Ball-less." Then she let out a laugh, the scene was so comical to her, her whole body ached from all the laughing. "Did you really think I would do any of this? If so, you were not paying attention, HA!”

The usurper came awkwardly down the stairs, staggering as he tried to pull up his trousers as best he could. "Your pathetic existence, and that of your entire filthy family, ends today." He said as he reached where she was lying, and began to kick her stomach and head. Hard.

She tried to protect herself from the blows as best she could, but with every blow she received she felt more dazed and less strength was left. Once he was satisfied, with all the kicks he had given her, he grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to where his sword was resting against the throne.

"I should give your fucking head to your mother. And maybe one of your eyes, or both of them, to my brother." He said, bringing the blade of his sword close to her neck.

"That would be a very nice gesture on your part, Uncle." She mocked, giving him a defiant smile, while showing her face full of blood, both his and hers, in equal parts.

"The first thing I'll do is cut out your filthy tongue!" He exclaimed between his teeth, with fury and contempt.

"Do it." She retorted, and then he swung a blunt punch at her face, he gripped the sword tightly and pressed it against her neck, causing a flesh wound, but only a superficial one.

"And to think I was going to give you a chance to make things right." He prepared to slit her throat, but she stepped forward and spat in his face, which caused him to pause for a few moments and caused her to gain enough leverage to elbow him over his freshly made wound, where his balls had once been.

"Rot in the seven hells." She sentenced, as she rose to her feet, in all her naked glory, and gave him a parry on the hand, thus causing him to lose his grip on the sword, that once belonged to Aegon the Conqueror.

She took a firm grip on the sword, and taking advantage of the fact that he was lying on the ground, she took the opportunity to thrust it into his abdomen, causing him to let out a groan.

Without giving him a second glance, she started her way towards the door of the room, but her legs gave out and she ended up falling to the floor, being in a state between consciousness and unconsciousness. It wasn't until a few seconds later that saw the doors open and two figures emerge.

Ser Criston and Aemond.

She tried to say something, but by the time Aemond knelt down beside her and took her by the face, to check on her, and seeing also how Ser Criston covered her with his white cloak, she completely lost all senses, and so, she was plunged into darkness.

"With wounded pride, the beast will roar. The dragon will rise up and claim what is his."

"Shh... shh..." she felt a warm hand on her cheek, which made her try to open her eyes, still with difficulty, due their sore and swollen state.

"Aemond...?" she whispered as she caught a glimpse of long, silver hair, similar to hers, out of focus.

"Hey, hey my darling..." She heard a voice, on her other side. She turned her head and there he was, sitting in a chair next to the bed she was lying on. "You had us worried sick." he whispered as he took her hand and kissed it gently.

"Sissy." She heard a childish voice at the foot of her bed. She lifted her head awkwardly, and saw her little brother Joffrey, who was giving her a sweet, expectant look through his brown curls. He was not alone, beside him was Jace and, to her surprise, Luke as well -who was covered in some wounds, but nothing fatal.

"You're home, sweetheart." Said the first voice she'd heard before, she turned her face again, and there she was. Her mother.

"Mama..." she sobbed as she saw her mother kneeling beside her. Rhaenyra's eyes were filled with tears, but she still smiled at her, relieved to see that her daughter was well and back by her side. "Am I dead?" she asked in disbelief that the people she loved most in the world were in her presence.

"No, no." Her mother replied, as she stroked her hair tenderly, while crying silently.

She gave then, her husband a look. "You came back..." she whispered, squeezing Aemond's hand, with what little strength she had.

"Yes." He nodded, as he continued to place kisses on her hand. She noticed that he wasn't wearing his patch, and it was noticeable that he had been crying as well.

"You came back." The princess said again, Aemond placed a kiss on her forehead. "I can rest now... I can rest now..."

"Wha-What? What, darling?"

"I'm dying... I know I'm dying."

"No, no. Hey, you gonna be fine? Can you hear me?" Aemond pleaded, as he stroked her bruised cheeks.

"Take care of them, please..."

"Listen, I didn't come here for that, eh?" He told her, trying to control his urge to cry. He closed his eyes and found the strength to try to steady himself for her. "You're going to be fine, they're going to take good care of you. I promise you, you'll be fine, yes?"

The Red Mermaid could no longer contain herself, and began to cry. "Aemond, I'm scared. I’m so scared.”

"You're going to be alright, sweetheart." Aemond whispered before placing a small kiss on her lips.

"I'm so sorry, for everything I said to you." She sobbed as she apologised to the man she loved. “I’m so deeply sorry, Aemond. I crossed the line by saying all those awful things. It was not fair…”

"Don't worry, my love. It's okay, it's all right, okay?" he murmured, she nodded relieved to hear him say that. “There is nothing you can do that is impossible for me to forgive you for, alright? I forgave you of anything you ever could do the day you said you trusted me."

“I love you.”

“And I, you, my precious love…”

She smiled softly. "Mom, I'm sorry I didn't keep my promise." She whispered giving a glance to her mother and younger siblings, who approached her.

"Sweet girl, you've done well, okay? All that matters to me is that you are back home, with your family." Rhaenyra said, as she gave her only daughter a reassuring smile.

Luke placed his hand on hers, and soon after, Jace and Joff did the same, resting their hands on his in a sign of bonding and support. "It's going to be alright, sister."

"We're proud of you." Jace said with a small smile.

“We love you, sissy.” A Joff with no front teeth said, sweet.

Someone knocked on the door of the room, it was Daemon, the closest thing she had to a father, who was accompanied by the Maester of Dragonstone. "The Maester has arrived, he's going to take care of her."

And that was the signal they needed for everyone present to leave, except Aemond who stood by the young Velaryon. She gave a glance to her family, and finally to Daemon, who gave her a smile and a nod. "I'm glad you're back home."

"Will you stay?" She asked Aemond, once they were alone, save for the Maester who nimbly began to prepare his things to attend her.

"I'm not going anywhere, I'll never be away from you again." Aemond said, as he continued to stroke her hair. "And may the gods save anyone who tries from my wrath."

"What has become of Aegon?" she asked fearfully. She felt her body begin to tremble after thinking of all he had put her through since she was a child. "Does my mother know anything of what he did to me?"

"No, she doesn't, I haven't been able to tell her. It was not my place to do so, you must be the one to make the decision as to whether she should know or not, and I must not be the one to tell her." The Targaryen prince spoke as he ran a hand through his hair, which was loose from its usual updo. "And about Aegon, I don't know. I don't know if he lives or not, we'll soon find out, I assume."

"I see." She closed her eyes and let a halting sigh escape her split lips. Suddenly she opened them as she remembered that it was not just Aemond who had come to her aid. "What happened to Ser Criston?"

"He is dead." Her husband confessed with regret. "He stayed behind, fighting so that we could get to Vhagar and Scarlex... He gave his life so that we could made it here."

"Oh, I-I see." She whispered, feeling inwardly conflicted emotionally at the news of her biological father's death. "I'm grateful to him, then, for giving us this opportunity."

"So am I." Aemond smiled at her, resting one of his hands on her belly. She stared at him in disbelief, speechless.

He knew about the baby.

"There's something you should know. I'm-"

"I know. Don't worry, I know." The smile he gave his dear wife, the woman he loved most in the world, radiated a tremendous warmth, one that made her melt with tenderness. "I've known it for some time, in fact. You haven't bled in two moons, basically most of the time we've been sharing a bed."

"But I only found out yesterday. It's still too early for you to figure it out." The woman was to stunned to speak.

"Do you remember what I said about wanting to keep abreast of all matters concerning you?" he asked in a slightly joking tone.

She nodded. "And... what do you think about it?" she asked expectantly.

"I hope the babe has your beautiful, radiant smile. I hope they have your wit and your kindness, my beloved." He said before lowering his face to hers and kissing her tenderly.

"I love you, very much."

"I simply adore you."

"You won't regret it, will you? Choosing me over your family." she asked as she admired his face, and caressed his exposed scar.

"YOU are my family." He said, pressing his forehead to hers. "And I would choose you over all things, again and again."

Perhaps the princess's plan to destroy the greens had failed miserably, but the relief she felt, despite having gone through that dark and macabre nightmare, was in some ways worth it. And she knew that if given the choice to go through it again, she would accept, because she knew she would find him in her arms at the end.

He was definitely her safe space, her husband, her lover, her confidant, her friend.

And above all, her person.

[geebeewrites]

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[orecana]

Goodbye my love

Lee sohee x male reader

Hello Everyone! Orecana back with another fic for you guys! I've decided to write about riize because i like this group at the moment. i hope you guys enjoy my fics and thank you to everyone who have supported me so far. Happy Reading!

Warning! the following story contains

heavy angst

major character death (angst)

Reincarnation

suicide

blood/gore

Toxicity

(disclaimer: if you don't like the following and boys love/bl, please..... get the fuck out!)

Two kids were playing together in a playground. One of them was playing with their toy car while one was playing on a mini piano.

(imagine the following in a kid voice, please don't mind the full words. i don't know how to write kid speaking)

"it sounds so nice y/n!"

"thanks, sohee-hyung!. your car is so cool. *giggle*"

that's where their story started. it had grown from then to when they go to the same school to when they go into battle together.

Why battle? because the witch was an ancient evil that has awakened and it threatened the entire world. Every male on the planet must come together to combat this evil. (this was from that century where only male could fight so i'm sorry to females. pls forgive me!)

Today was the day they head into battle against the witch.

"Hey! how about we have a bet? whoever kills the witch gets to make the other do whatever they want."

"come on y/n. this is an ancient evil for god sake. you're trying to make a bet now!?"

"hmph! just admit you're too weak to fight it"

Sohee glared at y/n who only rolled his eyes at his friend.

"I'll see you beg for mercy when i'm done with that witch."

"oh really? (rolls eyes) i kinda want to see you beg instead though."

sohee only sighs as the bell rings loudly.

"attention all warriors, the time for battle has begun. make way to the battlefield. Once we get rid of this witch, we'll be free."

Sohee and y/n get up from their spots and make their way towards the battlefield. y/n turn back and take off his necklace before putting it on sohee.

"why-?"

"My mother always says that if i ever find the person i cherished the most, i should give it to them for good luck."

y/n smile warmly as sohee blushes and looks away.

"come on let's hunt that witch."

The battle was pretty one sided for some reason. The witch's army didn't stood a chance against the human. All those humanoid and horrible monsters cut down in an instant.

Y/n rushes in with his flying swords clearing the way for the army to move forward to the castle while sohee survey the area for any potential danger.

They arrive at the witch's castle and opens the gate. y/n motions for the soldiers to stay back as he and sohee look for any danger.

just as they enter the castle the gate immediately closes behind them as the soldiers outside yell for them. they curse themselves for getting trapped but they were interrupted by laughter.

They look towards the throne and there she was. the witch.

The witch looks incredibly old. y/n doesn't even need to scan to know that this witch is extremely weak right now.

"well well well, it seems human are capable creatures after all. you managed to defeat all of my minions very easily, color me impressed. but it seems that you 2 already know what fate lies after going through this door don't you? especially you y/n l/n."

Sohee looks at y/n questioningly while y/n could only look back with guilt. Y/n twirls his hand as the flying swords pierces the witch as she smiles wickedly.

"YOU FOOL. YOU KNEW WHAT THE CONSEQUENCES ARE YET YOU DARE KILL ME?!"

"So what? if these powers are with me, at least they'll be less troublesome."

Y/n twirls around with both hands as multiple swords flew aiming at the witch who only looks at y/n with disbelief. y/n grins maliciously as he grips both of his hands, causing the swords to stab into the witch's entire body as blood and destroyed organs flew everywhere.

A dreadful silence remains as sohee watched in horror at what his best friend just did.

"y/n.... what did you just do...?

*giggle* "what did i do? take her powers for myself of course."

"why.. why would you do that?"

"Why..... WHY?"

y/n screams as darkness surrounded him changing his clear (hair color) to white and his clothes are turn into black.

"To have revenge against humanity of course!"

"but you said you wanted to-"

"save humanity? it was a lie. they killed everyone i loved, my mother was sacrificed as if she was nothing in their eyes!"

"Then what about me? am i not someone important too?"

Y/n opens his mouth but he hesitated. Sohee desperately wanted y/n to say yes that their friendship wasn't nothing but it was only inevitable.

"you were just a toy for me to show off. you are nothing to me!"

Sohee wouldn't lie when he heard his heart crack at those words.

"You won't step outside y/n l/n."

"Oh? and who are you to stop me?"

"your best friend"

Y/n only laughs as he raises his hands to summon many swords.

"Very well, once i'm done with you. there will be no one to stop me!"

Smiling evilly, y/n sends thousands of swords towards sohee who dodges all of them with swift precision. suddenly one of them was able to hit sohee as he grimaces then many started to damage sohee as he kneels down on the ground with many scars on him.

"i know all of your tricks sohee, you can't beat me"

Sohee sighs as he stands still and raises his hand.

Y/n widens his eyes and tries to stop him but then a barrier surrounded him.

"no........ no no no no no NO! My plan was brilliant! HOW-"

Y/n was unable to finish his words as sohee quickly stabs him through the chest with his spear causing him to bleed and cough out blood.

Sohee pulls his spear out as y/n falls onto his knees while smiling weakly. his eyes are filled with tears and regret. the witch's power slowly leaves him as y/n returns to his original look.

the witch's power looks at sohee with hunger as it charges towards sohee but y/n immediately slash his necklace on sohee's neck which causes it to unleash a binding spell that captures the power as it growls in agony.

"SOHEE NOW!"

Sohee begins to chants a spell and activates it on the power, effectively destroying it.

"heh, i knew i could always count on you jagi~."

"Y/N!"

Y/n collapses as sohee goes to hold him.

"the witch's power will keep consuming stronger hosts and manipulate them so i had to make you hate me in order for you to force it out."

"But why? you-you're gonna die!"

"because i was gonna die soon anyways, my family is connected to the witch. we can only live until we have our first kiss."

"What do you mean?"

Y/n sealed his and sohee's lips together.

"I love you sohee so please....

never.....

forget.... *closes eyes*

me..."

Sohee looks at the boy in arms who was smiling warmly as if he was alive but he knows better.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH"

*timeskips*

Sohee walks towards your grave that he had made near his house in the garden that you guys loved playing in. He couldn't help but break down as he looks at your portrait, of your beautiful smile.

He leaned against your grave as he look up at the sky. he remembers that moment.

"c'mon sing with me sohee!"

"No....."

"UGH! you're so boring!"

Sohee smiles as he takes a deep breath and opens his mouth.

(songs and romanized lyrics above in the video. Below are english translated lyrics, i apologized if they're not accurate i just took them off google)

Your heart is consealed while love is near by

At sleepless nights no matter how hard i try accept me

I want to meet you right now my tears wont stop flowing i want to touch you

Because i love you it hurts a lot

The more i think about you my tears are overflowing

although we are unable to meet

i love you more than anybody else

Sohee was about the sing the next verse when he sees him. The person giggle and cups his cheeks. how he miss the person he sees in front of him right now.

Even though we just parted(said bye bye)

i'm overflowing to meet you again

and that days kiss has almost disappeared

i'm waiting a mail from you

sohee sings the next part as he gaze lovingly at the spirit of the person he loved and cherished

When i meet you the time limit will decrease

when we are together time becomes precious

we just said bye bye but i want to meet you again

with an mail to you a I'll meet you again

at the scene of return waits twilight

i feel like bringing you away

when your warmth disappear

i wake up from a dream to face the reality door

(From this point on y/n will sing the 'girl/vocal part' while sohee will sing the 'boy/rap part' and will sing together during the 'I love you part' and at the last chorus)

The more i think about you my tears are overflowing

although we are unable to meet

i love you more than anybody else

I love you (love you) love you (love you)

Love you (love you) the sun rises

I love you (love you) love you (love you)

Love you (love you) you are the only one i'm searching

I love you (love you) love you (love you)

Love you (love you) close your eyes

I love you (love you) love you (love you)

Love you (love you) my love for you

Together with you...

sohee held hands with the fragment of his lover as he sings the next part

"I want to meet you right now"in limited time

seems like i belive in"endless love"

when i think that i'll leave you

i feels like the pain splits me in two

your charming face torn

at the countdown of the nights end

Love you baby love you baby words freeze

Today begins and i can see you again

The more i think

the more i miss you and i want to meet you

the fragment of y/n leans against him as he closes his eyes sings along

The more i want to be by your side the more i cant reach tomorow

"Eternal"seems always until i find you

I dont want to let you go i dont want to be apart from you

Love you baby love for you

i dont want to let you go

Sohee suddenly coughs up blood as the fragment holds his body. then the fragment sees it, a bottle of poison. the fragment cups his cheek as he crys.

The more i think about you my tears are overflowing

without sun alone in the midle of the night

you are all i can see...

Sohee uses his last breath to sing, to fulfill that wish

Your heart is consealed while love is near by

At sleepless nights no matter how hard i try accept me

I want to meet you right now my tears wont stop flowing i want to touch you

Because i love you it hurts a lot

I love you (love you) love you (love you)

Love you (love you) the sun rises

I love you (love you) love you (love you)

Love you (love you) you are the only one i'm searching

I love you (love you) love you (love you)

Love you (love you) close your eyes

I love you (love you) love you (love you)

Love you (love you) my love for you

Together with you...

Sohee dies as he finishes the song as he laid resting upon the grave of y/n l/n as many guards alert the authority when they discover this.

Despite never being happy on the living realm, if you listen closely you can hear the laughter of 2 lovers cherishing each other forever and for all eternity.

[ctrlsht]

Seat of Power | jungkook political au 02

pairing: ceo!jungkook x reader genre: political & yandere au

summary: in the world full of power and greed, there are people who seek freedom and peace. While the two rival families are fighting for different purposes, it's their son and daughter fighting for what they desire. You already buried the memories that happened that night while he already tattooed it on his mind. You've forgotten them while he's doing everything in his power to make it happen again.

chapter summary: Jungkook’s father doesn't like that your mother is winning a seat at the national assembly and he has nothing left to do but to eliminate the threat. Jungkook does his best to save you but there are situations that he cannot control just like the things that happen when you wake up after being in a coma. 

chapter warnings: stalking, yandere, character death, traumatic brain injury, breakdowns, panic attack word count: 10k

disclaimer: This is pure fiction and I do not condone the acts of Jeon Jungkook in the story. All events and occurrences in this story are all fictional and all are part of my imagination. And also, this fiction will be political.

“The public votes for Y/L/N Ye-Jin in aiming for the seat in the National Assembly were increased by 62%. The public are very thrilled about the upcoming election for next month.”

Jungkook turned off the TV as he looked away and took a heavy breath. Your mother is winning a seat in the national assembly and his family isn’t liking it. He also doesn’t like it mainly because he’s scared that his family might do something to your family and they can include you. He absolutely knows what his family is capable of doing. If this ain’t about you, he won’t feel like this. He won’t feel anxious every time he sees the news about your mother winning. He wouldn’t give a shit. But right now, it’s different.

He kept himself updated on what his family was planning. He’s trying to be part of his father and grandfather’s discussion as it might include you. He observes their move because he might be unaware, they killed you already. 

He still keeps up with you. Nothing changes. He still continues looking up on you just like he always did. Sometimes, he wanted to see and face you just to personally check if you’re okay. He still imagined himself eating with you as both of you were talking basically anything. He imagined himself to be your boyfriend that takes care of you and makes you happy. He wanted to do those things with you but he knew that he couldn't because you wouldn't accept him. He admits that he's a coward to face you because he’s scared of rejection. You already rejected him twice and he wouldn’t want you to do it thrice. He's just going to wait for the right time. But right now, he should learn to be content because one wrong move, there’s a chance that you’ll never be his. Because of you, he learned to be patient. 

You were listening to Yuna as she spoke and suddenly, you noticed a black SUV parked at the other side of the street. You’re at an asian restaurant with your friends to hang out since you haven’t seen each other for months already due to a hectic schedule. It’s a good thing that your friends are a low maintenance type of people that even though you don’t talk to them for months or even for years, the friendships are still there. 

You were staring at the SUV for a moment already and it didn’t make any movement. Recently, you see that same black SUV wandering around wherever you are. As you remember, you’ve also seen it the other day when you were about to go home after a long day of work and now, it’s here again. You don’t know who’s inside since the windows are very tinted and no one’s going out or even hopping in. You suddenly become anxious and you don’t want to admit to yourself that the car that’s meters away can be someone who’s following you. 

You can’t help but to think of the worst thing possible. Your family is in a political world and it's a dangerous world to be in. Your family is always fighting for what is right and they aren’t scared to even call out the people who've always been staining dirt just to have what they want.

Just like the Jeon family. 

When your family chooses to be part of the political world, they’re aware of the possible things that can happen. They know that people look up to them for being brave enough to fight for what is right and they also know that there are people who don't want them in power.

Your family has always been in danger but they became brave and courageous for the people but you know to yourself that heroes can be defeated too and that scares you the most.

“Y/N, are you even listening?” You were back in your senses when Yuna caught your attention.

“Are you okay?” Hanni, one of your friends asks. They both look at you.

“Yeah. I’m fine.” You answered and you gave the car a last look before you paid your attention to your friends. 

Driving home after you had dinner with your friends felt strange. It feels like something bad is about to happen and you keep looking around as you drive. It’s just 9 in the evening but it feels like it’s already midnight. The street isn’t that busy like it normally is. You decided to play music on the stereo to keep relaxed. Silence makes you more anxious. 

As you arrived home, your mother welcomed you with a warm hug. She looked very happy and her huge smile made you forget the strangeness during the ride. 

“What’s up, mom? You looked very happy.” You commented with a smile on your face. Your mom claps her hand. 

“It’s positive that I’ll win this election! I was so excited that lots of plans were rushing through my head! I’ll be having a press conference tomorrow for my candidacy and I’m taking notes on the things that I have to address.” She explained with enthusiasm. You saw your father at the dining table while his laptop was in front of him. Maybe he's working for a case. 

You can’t help but feel thankful for the family you have because they were the best. Both of your parents are not only good parents but they are also a good public servant as they serve the country with integrity. They were brave to choose and do the right thing and they were brave to speak for the country even though a lot in the political world cannot do the same because of fear or greed. You are so proud to be their daughter. 

“Jeon Tae-soo has been quiet recently and I know that he’s agitated from what’s happening. It was obvious that he’s not in favor of me having a seat in the national assembly.” Your mom said boastfully as she sips in her tea.

“He’s probably inside of his closet crying because he’s about to go down the hill.” Your father jokely commented. 

“Mom, you shouldn’t be too complacent because he might do something against us.” You hold your mother’s hand as you look at her with concern. “You know how they work.” You added as you remember the black SUV that’s been following you around. 

You wanted to inform your parents about it but you don’t want to worry them as they already have a lot on their plate. Besides, you might be mistaken. 

“I know and that is something that they should look at because the truth will humble them. Their political dynasty should end. I’m not going to be surprised when he lets his son run for a political position when the time comes.” Your mom rolled her eyes. 

As your mom mentions his name, you can’t help but to remember him and the thing that happened between the two of you. You already forgot about it but sometimes, it passes through your mind. There is something about him and the things that happened that’s already stuck in you. Remembering him just made you remember your sin. To your family and to your boyfriend. You hate to admit it but every time you remember him, you remember the things that happened that night. You hate the fact that you remember how good he is in bed. You might be drunk but you remember it. And the worst part is, whenever you’re doing it with your boyfriend, you remember him. It’s killing you because you can’t stop thinking about it. 

You’ve already mentioned that your family hated the Jeon family and you are going to repeat it once again. Your family hated the Jeon so much that they were invested in getting them out of politics. You already knew how insane the Jeon family is. Jeon Tae-soo has multiple graft and corruption and was suspected of being involved in an illegal drug operation issue but then, they are still in power. It also worries you about your mom because she was too vocal in her hatred towards the Jeon’s. It’s almost like every time your mother speaks in public, she always reminds them on how the Jeons are the worst politicians. You know that your parents are brave, especially your mother but you know what they are capable of doing and it scares you a lot. 

Just when you thought that you will never see Jeon Jungkook again, you saw him in the public meeting for all of the candidates to be a member of the national assembly. His father is not running since he’s already in the position but they should still be present in the public meeting. However, you didn’t know that he would be there as well. He was far from you but you can see him clearly despite all the people around. When he was about to look at you, you looked away. You cannot get caught dead looking at him. The hell, no.

While you were busy watching the public meeting, Jeon Jungkook was busy looking at you. He doesn't really want to be in here and he can do things that are more productive but he knows that you will be present to support your mother. He wanted to grab the opportunity to see you without being hidden. Of course, when he’s following you around, he can’t be seen so he has to hide inside his car. 

He wanted to approach you, talk to you or even hold your hand because even though he sees you almost everyday without you knowing, he misses you so much. He misses your touch, the texture of your skin, your smell and of course, the taste of your lips. He fucking want you so bad that it kills him because he can’t have you. 

When he could no longer take it, he decided to approach you when he saw you leaving the crowd. He’s so near to you but you walk too fast and without even thinking, he called your name. He was surprised that you looked back but when your eyes met his, you regretted that you even looked back. 

  “Y/N, wait.” Jungkook called you once again as he continued to follow you. He tries to keep up with you but you suddenly stop in the middle of walking and you look back to give him a death glare.

His eyes were big and shining and it’s the eyes that you can stare forever for how beautiful it is. He can change his character in a blink of an eye. He can give you the most intimidating look and in a snap, he can look like the most pleasing person you could ever meet and honestly, it confuses you on what type of person he really is. 

“I just want to… greet you.” He looks like he misses you and he longs for you. But you should not be fooled just by the look of his eyes because you know better. 

It’s been a moment and you haven’t responded. You only give him a blank stare before you continue to walk away. 

“Hey, aren’t we good?” He follows you once again.

“We are never good, Jeon.” You responded as you walked. 

“Are you still mad from what–

You immediately cut him off by stopping to face him. He was already getting on your nerves. 

“Stop acting that we are friends because we are not and to clarify it to you, me and my family despise your family so much. I don’t want the people to see us together so if you excuse me, I don’t want to see you again.” Your eyes were so intense that Jungkook was too stunned to utter a word. 

One thing that he realized is whenever you encounter each other, both of you are arguing. He hasn't tried to speak with you where you won’t raise your tone. The only time that you weren’t mad at him is when he saw you the first time. It’s really unfortunate for both of you and Jungkook felt like he had to give up. 

Everything is always standing in his way. Starting with the situation of both of your families—it’s the biggest hindrance. His family abominates your family and vice versa. You being in a relationship is also a thing. It’s easy for him to dispatch your pathetic boyfriend. Or he can simply ruin your relationship by approaching your boyfriend and casually tells him that he fucked his girlfriend so good that he even bring you home. But it is what you hated the most. You hated his family because of their unlawful use of power and he doesn’t want you to see him that way. He wasn’t like his father or grandfather. He can be a good man for you. 

He can forget about his family and choose you. He can treat you better and give the life that you deserve. 

But just when he thought that everything was already the worst, what scared him the most came to happen. 

It’s traditional for your family to get out for dinner every sunday. It's your way to connect to each other. Even in the busiest schedule, your family still manages to spend time with one another. It’s a way of making the family stronger and connected. 

“I never thought that Thai food was the best!” Your younger sister Minji commented after you entered the car along with your family.

“Didn’t you eat Thai food before?” Your mom responds to Minji.

“I don’t really remember. Did I?” Minji chuckled.

“Or maybe, Western dishes are the only thing you eat.” You said as you smirk.

The family that you have right now is your greatest prized possession and you could never ask for more. They can take everything away from you but not your family. They are already enough to fulfill you. 

But life is unfair. You only ask for one thing but they still take it away from you. 

Everything happens in a swift way. You were having fun conversing with your family when suddenly, a 10-wheeler truck was along the way while it was honking so loud. It was so fast that your father didn’t get the chance to dodge. 

And the next thing you knew, everything went black. 

—

Jungkook has already started to live on his own. He has his own penthouse where he comes home after a long day of work. He only comes home in the mansion if it’s needed or his father and grandfather call him for something important. He also comes home when it’s a family dinner that usually happens if there is something to celebrate or something to discuss about. Other than that he doesn’t have a reason to visit their mansion. 

But tonight, his father called him for dinner. He finds it strange since it’s a normal day of the week. He was curious if there is something to celebrate or to discuss but then, he shrugged his curiosity because whatever may be the reason, he doesn't care. 

“Do you like the food? We have a new house chef since the old one resigned.” his grandfather asked him with a smirk on his face. He nodded his head as an answer. 

“It's fine. But the steak was overcooked.” He answered casually. 

Both of his fathers seem to be extra alive tonight like something happened. Both of them were discussing their business and he found it strange because they aren’t discussing their illegal business nor how they are going to trick the people once again. Normally, the dining table was heated. 

“How’s JTC, son?” Your grandfather asked him furthermore to create a conversation.

“The stock market decreased by 2% last month and hopefully, we can recover this month.” He answered as he was looking at his grandfather. He was expecting that his grandfather was going to say something that would only turn off his mood but rather, he smiled—which is very unusual. Jungkook is finding it strange already. 

“That’s okay. You always maintain your stocks.” Your father commented. 

Suddenly, Jeon Tae-soo’s phone rang. It looks like he was anticipating it because he answered it quickly. Jungkook usually doesn’t care about any phone call that his family receives but everything seems suspicious especially when his father smirks like he just received some good news. Jungkook looked at his father, anticipating him to say something about the phone call he had. His father and grandfather looked at each other like they understood what just happened. 

“Was it successful?” His grandfather asked and his father laughed so evilly. Even though Tae-soo didn’t speak, his father already knew what was happening. He slowly clapped his hand for his son. 

“I’ve successfully eliminated the threat.” 

Jungkook got a bad feeling about it. He’s suddenly anxious to ask because he’s afraid to know the answer. He was just looking at his two parents that are both celebrating with an unknown reason. His heart was beating so fast that it’s about to come out. It’s been a minute already but they weren’t speaking about it and he was left with no choice but to ask.

“W-what was it?” Both of his parents looked at him with their most evil smile. 

“We don’t have to worry about the propaganda that’s spreading about us, son. No one can ever ruin our family.” Your father speaks.

“W-who did you kill?” Jungkook was like a ticking bomb that was waiting to explode. 

“Y/L/N Ye-jin, son.” His father chuckled. “Each and everyone of them.”

And before Jungkook knew, he was above his father pulling his collar. He suddenly became someone he never knew he’d become. 

In a blink of an eye, he was a totally different person. His eyes were scaring his father while his strength was killing him as well. 

“What the fuck did you do?!” He screams at his father as he pulls his collar and it only angers him more when his father doesn't respond.

“Answer me!”

“Where are they?!” His fingers curl around her father’s neck leaving him without air.

He cannot be controlled even by himself. He suddenly became a monster that appeared before them. And by now, he can kill his own father if he wanted to.

“E-eighty-one… S-street…”

Once his father finally spoke, he immediately pushed him back in his seat and he stormed out of the mansion. 

Jungkook is already panicking. He can’t think straight and the only thing that he’s thinking is you. He was driving like he’s running for his life. He’s really running for his life but death is chasing after him. He’s acting like he owns the street while in fact, one mistake and he can die on the highway. There were a lot of vehicles in front of him but he wasn’t even thinking as he took over them. His heart is pounding so loud and he starts to tear up when he is almost close to his destination. 

It looks like he saw Satan in front of him when he saw a SUV crashed into a 10-wheeler truck. He was so scared that his whole body was shaking as he got out of his car and ran towards the accident. There is no police or an investigator in the area but there are few people who’s there as they watch the scene. Jungkook is horrified when he sees that the front part of the car you’re in is crushed and it couldn’t even be recognized. 

“Y/N!” Jungkook screams your name as he is looking inside the car. He can’t see you and fear grows more in him. He tried to open the door and when he saw you covered in your own blood, he broke down. 

Everything suddenly turns to blur. Everyone is loud but he can only hear muffled noises. There were people pulling him away from the scene but he was too strong as he resisted. He was screaming so loud as he pulled you out of the car. Your eyes are closed and he almost cannot recognize you as you were covered in blood.

—

Jungkook is alive but dead inside. He suddenly forgot what emotion is as he was in a blank state. He also forgot to speak, eat and sleep for days after the accident happened. He was like a robot that’s going around the house just to look after you. 

When the doctor leaves your room, he decides to enter. He slowly opens the door as from where he stands, he sees you surrounded by a lot of machines.

He touched your cheek with the use of his back hand as he stared at your sleeping face. He would be thinking that you are only sleeping peacefully but you have a nasal catheter on your nose and there are a lot of tubes on your body that are connected to a machine beside you. You look so tired already but you have to hold on. It’s been exactly 6 days since the accident happened. Jungkook saved you but he doesn’t have the chance to save your family. He was too focused on you that he already forgot your loved ones. 

Of course, his father was furious after his son disrespect him like that. After that scene, Jungkook hasn't seen his own father. He might be hiding from his father because of what he did but the main reason why he hasn't seen his father in awhile is Tae-soo doesn’t know that the daughter of the person that he killed is with his own son. Jungkook wouldn’t allow him to know that he has you. He wouldn’t allow his father to kill you twice. 

When your body went missing from the incident, Jeon Tae-soo got the feeling that you’re with his son. Jungkook doesn’t have an interaction with you but after what his son did to him, he’s positive Jungkook is hiding you. 

Jeon Tae-soo is hunting you down and Jungkook knows it. He’s also aware that his father has known about him hiding you. He was filled with anger towards his family that he couldn’t care anymore about what they would say to him. 

However, it doesn’t work like that. He may be powerful but no one can beat his father. As much as he doesn’t care anymore, he must do something about it and he did.

Jungkook isn’t like his father and grandfather but when you’re getting involved, he will do anything to protect you and if he needs to fabricate your death, then he will. Just to make it appear that you’re dead along with your family. 

“Wake up already.” Jungkook speaks as he holds your arm and kisses it gently. He places your palm on his cheek as he stares at you waiting for you to wake up. 

As the day passed by, Jungkook was slowly losing it as you were still in the same state. Everyday, he’s hoping that you’ll finally open your eyes but the longer that you’re lying in that hospital bed, the hopeless he becomes. You’re already leaving him even though you haven’t been with him. 

He wanted to kill his father for doing this to you and he loathed him even more whenever he sees you suffering in that hospital bed while fighting for your life.

He wouldn’t do anything yet but when the time comes that you stop breathing, the first thing he’ll do is shoot his father without any hesitation.

Your mother and your sister Minji didn’t make it alive while your father is in a coma. The reason why Jeon Tae-soo forgot what his son did to him is because he’s celebrating your mother's death. He finally found peace and freedom from your mother because he may hate to admit it but your mother is the biggest threat to him. Your mother is the only one who’s brave enough to fight him but now she’s gone, he can have full control.

“Doctor Lee, when is she going to wake up?” Jungkook once asked the doctor that’s been taking care of you. Doctor Lee is one of the great doctors of JTC foundation and as much as Jungkook wants you to have the best doctor of the country, he cannot do it because his father might find out about what he’s doing. 

“She will wake up but we don’t know when. However, once she finally wakes up, expect that everything wouldn’t be easy for you, especially for her.” 

Jungkook is now in his weakest point of his life. He never felt this before but not until now. He wasn’t a religious person but now, he was almost praying for all the gods and saints just for you to wake up. 

He never cries. Not even when her mother died 10 years ago due to her breast cancer. He’s strong and that's how his family raised him. But just merely watching you in that hospital bed is killing him already. He never knew that he could ever feel this way. 

When he went to the company to appoint Hoseok to take over his position for the meantime as he’s the COO after all, he didn’t expect to see his father appear in his office. He’s sitting at the couch near the office table while he’s reading a book when Jungkook enters.

Seeing his father only reminds him of what he did to you and now, he’s ranging as he clenched his jaw. He tried to control himself by choking his father for the second time.

Jungkook met the eyes of Tae-soo as he stood up from his seat to walk towards him while he closed the door trying not to slam it.

“How’s my greatest son doing? I haven’t seen you in a while.” Tae-soo smirks sarcastically and Jungkook is holding himself not to punch his father in the face. He looked away and walked towards his table.

“Oh. Now you’re ignoring me. How great.” Tae-soo added as he claps his hand. He walks towards Jungkook and before he even places his palms on Jungkook's shoulder, he immediately throws it away. As quickly Jungkook threw the hands of his father, it’s also how quick the palm of his father landed on his face.

“You bastard! Since when did you ever learn to disrespect me?! You haven’t paid on what you did last time and now, you did it again, you insolent man!” Tae-soo’s voice roared in the office. He was about to slap his son once again but Jungkook caught his father’s arm.

“Since you decided to kill my girlfriend!” Jungkook screams back.

Tae-soo was taken aback by what his son just said. He wasn’t expecting that from him. 

They both stare at each other—Jungkook fuming mad and Tae-soo stunned to speak. After a few moments, Jungkook threw the hands of his father.

“Yes, father! Y/F/N is my girlfriend but you killed her!”

“Are you kidding—

“And now you think I’m joking around?!”

“Then why the hell would you date a daughter of our rival in the first place?! What?! Do you think that I’ll regret that I killed her and her family knowing that my only son had dated the daughter of the person I hated the most?! Never in my entire life!”

The argument between Jungkook and his father didn’t end well. He wasn’t ready to face his father in the first place and he didn’t plan on what to say but his reasons were valid and honestly, that’s the only logical reason to say if he doesn’t want his father to think that his son is betraying him behind his back. 

Now that he’s free from his responsibility as the CEO of JTC and he has already faced his father even if it didn’t turn out well, he can already focus on you. You can already have his full attention but unfortunately, you’re still at your bed, fighting for your life. The doctor said that you will wake up but he couldn’t understand what takes you so long to open your eyes. 

He’s always with you. When the sun rises, When the doctor will check you up, during the afternoon until the sun sets and the moon appears. He’s always with you waiting for you to wake up and open our eyes.

It’s been weeks and you haven’t responded to anything and he’s always beside you crying his eyes out because he’s afraid that you wouldn't make it. 

And just when he’s about to become hopeless, a miracle happens. 

It’s been almost three weeks and you’re still lying on the bed. It’s midnight already and Jungkook is in his usual spot. He was talking to you about how his day went when suddenly, your fingers were moving. He immediately stood up as his chest heaved. He observes you for a moment until he sees your fingers moved once again. Jungkook immediately jumped from where he stands to the location of his phone and he immediately called your doctor’s number.

His throat runs dry when Doctor Lee isn’t answering his phone. His heart thudded in his chest as he called once again. He looks at the clock that says it past 12 midnight and he starts to shake. Doctor Lee isn’t picking up and he doesn’t know what to do anymore.

He’s about to leave the room to call your nurses but before he does, he sees your eyes slowly open.

It’s past 2 in the morning when Doctor Lee arrives at the rest house. Jungkook is panicking because he doesn’t know what to do and you’re not even moving ever since you’ve woken up. The doctor instructs him to leave the room for the meantime while they are testing you. He almost pee on his pants and his chest is pounding so hard. He’s been walking back and forth in front of your door and when the doctor finally opens it, Jungkook immediately holds both of his arms.

“How’s Y/N?” Jungkook asked and his voice was shaking.

“Y/N is finally awake and we’ll be running for some test in the next 24hrs. In the meantime, she’s under observation. You can now check up on her.” As Jungkook heard him, he immediately walked inside your room. You slowly looked at him as he entered and Jungkook suddenly burst out crying. 

He caresses your face and kisses your forehead as he speaks to you. He was crying so loud that the nurse asked him to calm down because it might affect you. 

“You’re alive, sweetheart.” Jungkook said in his sweet and soft voice as he touched your cheeks. 

It’s been already a moment since you’ve seen him but you haven’t said anything and your eyes stay blank. Jungkook suddenly became anxious as he looked at you. He turned his head to doctor Lee to ask about your state.

“Y/N, can you speak?” The doctor asked you.

“Yes.” You answered almost whispering as you slowly nodded your head. 

“When was the last thing you remember?” You didn’t answer right away as you looked at the ceiling thinking of the answer.

“I-I don’t know.” Jungkook grew nervous as you answered.

“Do you remember what happened to you?” You shook your head. The doctor paused as he looked at Jungkook. 

“Do you know him?” The doctor pointed at Jungkook and when you shook your head once more, his heart dropped.

The doctor went to you to run some tests with the help of the other nurses while Jungkook stayed in his position as he watched you. 

He’s been in the same position for a few minutes already and when he finally realized what just happened, he mumbles in himself.

“She couldn’t remember me.”

“It’s not yet confirmed and we still have to take Y/N for a CT scan but she might be experiencing a traumatic brain injury that’s why she’s suffering from memory loss. She may also experience headache, speech problems, and vomiting for the next few hours. But one thing for sure, she might have a hard time remembering everything once it’s confirmed that she has been diagnosed with TBI.” 

—

It’s been hard for Jungkook but harder for you. When the result of your CT scan came, it appears that you’ve been diagnosed with moderate TBI. You’ve undergone rehabilitation immediately when they found out your injury. They also found out that you’re suffering from mild catatonic depression due to the trauma that you’ve experienced in the accident. It wasn’t easy for you because there are times that your memories are coming back and it triggers you that causes your rage. It’s been a week since you woke up and unfortunately, you’re not improving.

Jungkook is aware that it will take you a long time before you recover but he can’t take it seeing you in your state. You weren’t talking and most of the time, you’re spacing out. However, he always talks to you because it will help you to recover faster. Although, he cannot talk about a memory about the incident or a memory that will trigger you.

“Y/N, here’s your breakfast.” Jungkook said in his sweetest voice while putting down the food on the table beside your bed and you lift up from lying down.

Jungkook can’t help but to smile. There is nothing to smile about but it makes him happy serving you breakfast in bed. He never imagined himself doing this like a sweet and thoughtful husband just like in the movies and he can’t believe that it’s happening. He touched your face down to your chin before he kissed your forehead. 

If only you knew, you’d probably kill me. 

The only advantage that he could get in your situation right now is that he could treat you like a princess without you protesting. He doesn’t like you suffering but he would be lying if he said that he’s not enjoying that you’re being compliant to him. 

He’s helping you to eat even though you can do that and the doctor advises that you should learn to eat by yourself. He loves it when he’s feeding you. 

“Do you like it? I cooked them for you.” He gave you a genuine smile but the only thing that you could do was stare at him. You weren’t responding when he talked to you. As a matter of fact, you weren’t responding to anyone. But sometimes, you use your body gesture to communicate. 

“I know that I’ve already shown and told you how much I love you a hundred times but I will never get tired of repeating it every single day.” He gave you another bite and you opened your mouth to eat it. 

It looks like he’s only talking to himself since you weren’t even responding and sometimes, you don't even look at him. 

But that’s okay because he’s not complaining. He will never complain when it comes to you.

“I hope you’ll still be like this when you recover.”

He admits that he doesn't know what he’s going to do when you finally recover. Of course you would remember everything that happens and you would definitely kill him. Afterall, it’s his family’s fault why you are in this condition right now. He hates to admit it but sometimes, he wishes that you would never change. Never recovers. 

It's wrong to think that way but if that’s the only thing that will make you stay, then he’ll gladly become the bad guy.

Your life was still the same after weeks. You’re having your therapy everyday while Jungkook takes care of you whenever he has time which is almost always. He’s going home to you after work and he’s with you during his rest day. Both of your lives changed in a snap. Jungkook didn’t want this to happen but somehow, he’s enjoying it when he goes home for you. 

Everything is in place and in favor of Jungkook until he encounters another problem. 

Problem will never leave Jungkook alone. 

He found out that your father survived and finally awakened from the coma. Jungkook never thought that he would survive because he’s almost dead. Of course, his family found out and they weren’t happy about it. No one knows that he could survive. But then he realized that if you survive, why can’t he?

The public doesn’t have an idea that your family was killed by the Jeons. Everyone believes that your family died because of an unintentional car accident. The Jeons plan it perfectly that even your father wouldn’t know that they were killed. 

Even though your father believes that all of his family are dead, Jungkook was still bothered. He knows that he should bring you back from your father because he’s the only family left from you but the problem is, he doesn’t have the plan to do it. He wants to keep you with him and let everyone believe that you’re dead. He didn’t make it this far just for him to bring you back. He knows that when his father knows that you are alive, they will kill you once again. 

You were already sleeping when Jungkook entered your room. There you are, sleeping peacefully like everything is fine. Jungkook walked silently towards your bed to prevent you from waking up. He slowly sits beside you and touches your hands that are placed on your stomach. 

“I know, I’m a bad person. But I became bad for you.” Jungkook’s new favorite thing to do is to talk to you even though you’re not responding. He’s already satisfied with it and he wouldn’t ask for more. He knows that sometimes, he looks crazy but talking to you brings him happiness. With or without your responses. 

After a few days of preparation, Jungkook finally departed as he flew from Seoul to Jeju island with you. It’s a big decision but he wasn’t complacent that you’re in the city just an hour away from your father and it won't be hard for them to find out that you're still alive. He wouldn’t want that to happen. Even though it’s hard for Jungkook to leave, he’s willing to do it just to make sure that you’re safe and away from them.

Jeju island is different from Seoul but he finds peace knowing that you’re far away from the people that can take you away from him. You don’t have an idea of what’s happening but the important thing is you’re safe. Your therapy is still ongoing and there are improvements since you’ve started to respond using your mouth. It wasn’t complete but you could respond with simple words and it's a big improvement for you. You don’t know how you made Jungkook happy. 

“Do you know how we met?” Jungkook is sitting beside you on the bed while his arms are around your waist and your head is resting on his shoulder. You only nod and Jungkook laughs.

The room of the two of you is huge and the three sides of the room were fully glass and the glowing yellow-white moon is visible from the view. 

“Use your words, sweetheart.” Jungkook added.

“Y-yes, Kook.” 

Jungkook told you to call him ‘Kook’ for it to be easy for you since you were still struggling on speaking. 

“We’re at the party when we met. It was the best day of my life and the memories we created during the night will forever remain.” He responded as he played with your fingers.

Suddenly, a blurred memory started to fill your head. You’ve seen yourself in a big crowd, loud noise and dancing light. You started to have a headache but you didn’t make it obvious so you won’t worry him. You tighten your hug on Jungkook’s arm to ease the ache. But he noticed your discomfort.

“Hey, what happened?” Jungkook immediately attended to you but you only shook your head to make him calm. 

“No, tell me what happened?” It’s obvious that he isn’t pleased. He caresses your right cheek.

“H-headache.” You answer briefly because the pain is starting to get worse. Cold sweats were running in Jungkook’s head as he immediately stood up to call the nurse while you’re left on the bed trying to endure the pain. 

The nurses immediately attend to you and they ask you questions that will help them to determine what’s happening. They even check up on you to identify the reason why your head suddenly aches. 

“It seems like she’s started to regain  memories. It wasn’t concrete but it’s a good sign that she’s finally recovering. But for now, we’re going to give her medicine for her headache.” Jungkook’s heart drummed after hearing that from the nurse. He doesn’t know if it's good news or bad news for him. 

Part of your therapy was to be out for a walk to catch some fresh air and Jungkook gladly walked with you. He was confident that no one would identify who you are because he made sure of that before he brought you here. He started to love the setup of the both of you and he became content with what life he has with you. It's like he started his new life with you. A better life with you. He’s never been this happy and he’s planning to keep it this way. 

“Do you want to go for a dip?” Jungkook asked while you were looking at the blue and magnificent ocean in front of you. The waves were crawling gently to the shore and you walked towards to feel the waves of the ocean on your feet. You looked at him before you smiled and nodded your head. Jungkook took your hand and guided you until you felt the cold sea water reaching your knees. You went farther until your dress is soaked in water. 

After the incident, it’s the first time that Jungkook saw you laughing. He loves watching you playing with the water as he let you splash him with the water on his face. You also tried to dive but Jungkook forbade you but you were too excited.

Jungkook couldn’t stop watching you having fun. He felt like his heart was full just by looking at your happy face. It’s when he realized how he loves you so much that he could never let you go. 

—

Jungkook is now sleeping with you every night. He learned that you can sleep peacefully beside him. Of course, Jungkook is in favor of it and in fact, he loves it so much. He wishes to sleep with you again after Hoseok’s birthday and he never knew that it could happen again. He felt like he’s in heaven while hugging you in his sleep. 

Jungkook is suddenly awakened when he hears you mumbling in your sleep. He tried to wake you up but you weren’t waking. An anxiety of fear filled him as you started whimpering. 

“Y/N, wake up! What’s happening?!” Jungkook is already panicking while shaking you. 

“H-help…” You speak in your sleep. Jungkook felt his heart leaving his chest when you started to scream. He was hugging you as he screamed for the help of the nurses. You were starting to cry from your sleep and his body started to shake from panicking. 

Your cries are getting worse and Jungkook doesn’t know what to do anymore so he went out to call the nurse. He also starts to tear up when he hears you scream louder. He went back to the room right away when the nurses finally heard him. His heart was pounding so loud as he hugged you again. When the nurses injected a syringe on your right arm, you started to calm down. 

“H-help… us.” It was your last words before you lost your consciousness. 

Minutes have passed and Jungkook hasn’t made any movements. His heartbeat was still fast and he was staring at you. It hasn’t sunk in on him of what just happened. He was still in a state of shock. 

“She was dreaming from what happened during the accident, I believe. She may be dreaming of asking for help when the accident happened and it triggers her now.” The nurse explained. 

“Expect that this will happen as it’s a part of her gaining her memories back.” She added. “It’s going to be difficult for her but she’s almost there, Mr. Jeon. She’s finally recovering.” Jungkook felt like cold water was splashed on his body that he couldn't even move. 

The nurses start to check up on you while Jungkook is still in his position—standing in front of the bed where you are lying. A nurse made a call to a doctor while looking at you. She was like reporting to the doctor what just happened and Jungkook couldn’t even understand what they were talking about. He cannot even understand himself right now. He was in his position until the nurses left the room. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. He slowly walks towards you while you're asleep as he caresses your hair. 

He brushed his fingers through the strands of your hair as you slept peacefully like nothing happened a while ago he stared at you for a long time before he mumbled something.

‘You still can’t remember the truth, Y/N. Not right now.’ 

He doesn’t have a plan for this, he admitted. He never thought of the things that might happen if you start to remember things. His inner voice once asked him about it but he ignored it and savored the moments that he’s with you. He was in euphoria for the past weeks that he left Seoul with you. He never thought of any negative things that might happen or even a thought that would hinder his euphoric stage. He was so occupied that he never realized that reality was coming to get him. 

He suddenly imagines the possible scenarios that can happen when you already remember everything. You’re going to loathe him and you will never give a 2nd thought of leaving him. His family would know that you’re still alive and they would kill you once again without a doubt. If that happens, he might not be able to save you for the second time. 

By just imagining it, it already felt like it’s really going to happen. It shakes him to the core. He might have the power but he’s not powerful enough to protect you from his own family. Besides that, he also can’t imagine himself without you anymore. You’re already part of his daily life. You made him complete and he cannot allow the big part of himself to be taken away. 

The next day came and your doctor visited you for a checkup. From what happened last night, the doctors should immediately run a test on you. You were different today from the past days. You were extra quiet and you always looked from afar. Even Jungkook noticed your actions and he’s starting to get anxious. 

“Her actions and emotions might be different from the other days but it’s normal for her condition, Mr. Jeon. As long as she’s taking her medicine, she will be fine.” The doctor removed the stethoscope from you after she tested you. You were sitting on the couch as you were watching the television and not minding the conversation between your doctor and Jungkook. The reality of you is you were always in deep thoughts. You’re aware of what is happening and you know for yourself that you’re not okay, especially from what happened last night. You’re aware that you’re getting better with the help of the doctors but you don’t understand what’s happening to you right now. You suddenly feel like you’re back to zero. 

You might feel that you’re not getting better but you are. While you’re not aware of it, Jungkook on the other hand, doesn’t know what to do. He knows that he should be happy that you’re starting to improve yet he’s anxious of what might happen. There are a lot of possible things that can happen anytime. You might trigger your memories today or tomorrow. Or worse, you might remember things anytime soon. He might have control in your external surroundings but he doesn’t have control over you. 

Jungkook decided to call your therapist to cancel your session today. You have your every week session and he was perfectly fine with that until he didn't. There are a lot of things that’s going around his head and he cannot afford to have another one. He knows that he’s already crossing the line when he did that but he isn’t ready for the possible things that can happen during your session. As much as possible, he would prevent you from leaving your room while you’re having your session and you will suddenly lashed out on him that you’re not supposed to be here because he’s a monster and you would want to go back home. 

Just thinking it makes him anxious. 

This is already your home.

“Y/N baby, I love you so much and that if you decide to leave me, I’d be better off dead.” Jungkook spoke in his soft voice. He touches your chin while your eyes are on the TV screen. You weren’t paying attention but he didn't mind. 

As long as you’re by his side. 

As when he thought that you weren’t paying attention, you looked at him before you spoke. “Why?” You asked confused. 

“Because you became my everything. Nothing will be left with me.” He smiled but you became confused. He’s smiling yet he looks so sad. He was supposed to look happy when he was smiling. You don’t understand. 

Jungkook gets taken aback when you caress his cheeks. He didn’t anticipate the action you made. “You’re smiling. But why do you look so sad?” You asked as you looked at him directly in his eyes. Jungkook felt goosebumps all over his body and his heart rate increased rapidly. 

“You don’t like me being sad, don’t you?” He asked and when you slowly nod, he can no longer control himself when he decides to close the little space between the two of you. It was the moment he realized that he can’t really live without you and he will do everything in his power to make you stay even if it means you will never recover. 

Just for you not to leave him. 

—

“Ms. Y/N, would you like some snacks?” A maid asks you while you're laying at the comfort of your bed watching TV. You looked at her before you smiled and nodded. 

You don’t exactly remember when you and Jungkook moved from Seoul to Jeju but you’ve guessed that it’s already been months. It can be 3 or 4 months; you’re not sure anymore. You’ve lost your track. You’ve also lost your track since you’re done with drinking your medicine. Jungkook has mentioned that you’re getting better and you don’t have to drink your medicine because it might overdose you. You believed him because that’s also what your doctor has mentioned. You have a new doctor and therapist and you don’t exactly know why it has been changed. You felt like your former professionals that handled you are better than the new ones. But of course, you didn’t say it to Jungkook because you know that his decisions are always the best. He knows what's right and wrong and he also knows what’s good for you and what’s not. You just have to always listen to what he says because you know that he knows everything. Sometimes, you feel that there is something wrong but he always assures you that you’re fine and you believe because you trust him. But then, who can you trust other than him? 

No one but him.

You don’t know if you’re really getting better because you still don’t remember anything from your past. But how would you know if you have already remembered something? You don’t really know and you only rely on your new doctors. They’ve said that you might mix up with your past from the present and that’s why you are getting confused. They’ve also said that it’s natural that you feel that way. But deep inside you, it doesn’t feel right. But then, you still give your trust. 

You’ve always asked Jungkook about your past and how it looks. He said that it wasn’t anything different from right now because your past is also with him. You tried to remember. You really do but not any memories with him appeared in your memory. You don’t understand.

“After Mr. Y//L/N Min-Ho left the hospital, he was always in the grave of her family. There are journalists that are still trying to get a word from him but he still refuses to say anything.” 

You were lost in your thoughts as the TV caught your attention. It was the news of a tragic accident in Seoul months ago. You were watching until a figure of a man appeared on the screen. It was a clip of a man standing in a three gravestone. You don’t know why but your heart beat increased. You were focused on the screen and you were waiting for the man’s face to appear on the screen. And when you saw his face, your heart suddenly ached without knowing the reason. 

You felt the familiarity of the man but you don’t remember him. You feel like you’ve known him in your past but as you were forcing yourself to remember, you only have a headache. You’re trying to hold the pain and the next thing you know, the news flash is done. You suddenly panicked and you tried to turn it back with the use of the remote control but it only changed the channel which confuses you. You were used to playing back the video but right now, you can’t.

You jumped out of your bed when the maid that was here a while ago entered your room. You gave her the remote in hopes that she can figure out how to play it back.

“I was watching something and then I can’t turn it back.” You were talking too fast even yourself cannot compose on what to say for the maid to understand you.

“Ms. Y/N, it can’t play back because it’s not a movie from netflix. You’re watching a local channel.” You shook your head as you held your temple. You can’t believe it. 

“What am I going to do?” You asked yourself while walking back and forth.

“What did you just watch, Ms. Y/N? Maybe we can try to search on the internet.” The maid asked and you suddenly looked alive.

“A man standing in front of a gravestone!” The maid looked confused.

“Can you elaborate it more?” 

“Uhh… Uhmm… He’s just standing there.” And now, the maid raised her eyebrow as she frowned— looking more confused.

“Is it a TV commercial? A series? A movie? TV news?”

“TV news!” You answered immediately.

“Well, we can search for the latest news about a man standing in a gravestone.” The maid responded. “I will inform Mr. Jeon about–

“No!”

You don’t understand why you said that but it is what came out from your mouth. 

“I will be the one to ask him.” You answer in a low voice.

“Okay, Ms. Here’s your snack by the way. I will just put it down at your table.” She walks through your table before she puts down the tray of sandwiches with fresh fruit juice. But before she left the room, you spoke.

“You don’t have to mention this to Jungkook. I will be the one to personally ask him.” You smile when she nods and leaves the room.

As much as you wanted to deny that something is wrong, there is really something wrong. You just really have to accept it. You have to hide it from now until you finally figure it out. 

Days passed and you didn’t mention anything to Jungkook regarding what you saw on the TV news. You do want to mention it to him but you also want to figure it out by yourself. You know that you’re making it hard for you but you’ve realized that you should learn to figure things out by yourself and maybe, it will help to gain your lost memory back. 

You’ve been waiting on the TV screen for the same news that you saw last time but it didn’t happen. You’re getting frustrated and you just really want to see it once again. You really want to ask for help from Jungkook but it feels like your whole system is stopping you. You weren’t allowed to use a smartphone so you ask again for help from the maid but even her cannot find it. When you were about to give up, the man in the news appeared once again. This time, you saw it from Jungkook’s tablet. He was watching from the couch in the living area and you immediately snatched the tablet from him. 

“It was him!”

“Y/N, what the hell?!” Jungkook immediately stood up and snatched the tablet back. He was frowning, having an intense emotion. He was shocked by your actions and he wasn’t expecting that you’re behind him.

“Jungkook, that’s him! I’ve been waiting to see him in the news once again!” You spoke and he was stunned. “I’ve seen him before on TV and I knew to myself that he’s from the past because I can feel it. Jungkook, tell me who he is.” Both of your palms are stuck together and you looked at him with your pleading eyes. You were practically begging him.

“How did you turn the local news on?” He asked like he was figuring something out.

“I don’t know. It just appeared on the bedroom TV.” You respond. “Jungkook, I need to know who he is. I’ve been waiting to see him again!” Jungkook was too stunned to speak. You can’t identify his emotions because his eyes were blank. It’s been a moment before he finally speaks.

“He used to be your college professor. You were very close to him.” He said.

“Can I meet him? I wanted to know–

“Y/N, you still can’t meet anyone. It might trigger a new episode.”

“I don’t think so. I’ve seen him already and it didn’t–

“Y/N! Enough already!”

You were taken aback with his loud roaring voice. 

It felt like he wasn’t the person you used to know. You never heard him shout specially to you and you suddenly feel a bit of fear.

“When I told you that you can’t, you can’t! Do you understand me?!” Your body suddenly shakes from fear. He was fuming mad and his voice sounded like lightning from above. 

It didn’t last long until he realized what he just did. 

“Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to shout at you.” He immediately runs to you and hugs you. He faced you again and the lion in him that you just witnessed suddenly disappeared.

“I was just worried that it would trigger you. You know that I’m just worried right?” He brushed his fingers through your hair as he hugged you. “I’m so sorry, baby.” His voice is getting softer. “Y/N, please say something. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean it.” He sounded like he’s begging already.

You’re still shaking and you’re still in the state of shock from his screams. You can’t make a move as you try to calm your heart.

And suddenly, you’re afraid of him.

When you got the courage to speak, you closed your eyes and hugged him back. “It’s okay. I understand.” You spoke.

You almost got him there and he would never let that happen again. This would be the last time that you will mention your forgotten father and he’s going to make sure of that.