#just calm down sweetie you have centuries

[glbtrx]

Eragon really was obsessed with Arya but as soon as Trianna flirted he immediately went for it like my boy- she wasn't even interested can't you find a girl whose adapt to you and actually want you???

[reallyromealone]

Title: oh hey a mate(s)

Chapter: one

Fandom: obey me

Pairing: demon brother's x male reader

Warnings: suggestive themes, readers got truama, internalized gender hatred, anxiety, panic attacks, mentions of being a breeding tool, self hate, reader doesn't really understand sex, sexual themes, omegaverse, male reader, mentions of mpreg

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"HE STOLE THEM FROM ME!" (sisters name) Screeched out in a rage as she threw things around "they were supposed to be MY mates! And he stole them! That whore stole them!" She was hyperventilating at this point as her body shook, feeling robbed of her alphas.

Of her life, the thing she wanted more than anything.

"I know sweety but maybe we can set you up wit--"" I don't want someone else! I want the princes!"

And she was going to get them.

She swore it.

'fuck you (name)'

Holy shit this place was big.

God he felt under dressed, especially beside these alphas who were dressed so fancy and perfect.

The floors were marble and two grand staircases winded on each side and paintings that had to be centuries old hung on the walls "we will have one commissioned for you soon enough... Maybe one with us all" Belphegor yawned as he wandered the halls "for now, let's get you settled in" he said and looked to a nervous looking Leviathan who nodded.

(Name) Was nervous as he walked beside the demon who seemed to want to be anywhere but here "I-im sorry if I wasn't who you were expecting... I'll try and not step on your toes" (name) whispered, anxiously fiddling with his fingers and looked down "i-i dont-- fuck... I'm really nervous and anxious and just I don't really talk to omegas often so I'm just--" the demon seemed panicked and (name) felt relief flood through his veins as he pumped out calming pharamones for the Alpha "hey... I get it, if it's any consolation... I'm not great with people either-- hell I think this is the first time I ever left my families property!" He laughed a bit but Leviathan was shocked at his words "you never been into the capital or even your home town?" He asked genuinely and (name) shook his head "nah, my parents didn't trust me going out there-- you know how troublesome an Omega can be"

What the fuck? That's all Leviathan could think as he looked at the Omega worried "I- you're not troublesome?" He whispered and (name) just smiled "I try not to be" (name) giggled a bit as they continued to (name)s apartment, the Omega expecting a quaint bedroom but...

"I think we went to the wrong room.... This is awfully big" (name) said softly to the envy demon who looked confused "you like your apartment?" Asmodeus popped out from nowhere and pulled (name) close with a flirty grin "we had the butlers being your things in, don't worry we didn't let them unpack... Pharamones and all that ~" he pulled (name) into the apartment and (name) felt overwhelmed by all this "there's a nesting room there~ if you need help don't hesitate to ask"

"A-are you sure?"

"Sure of what?"

"That this is for me?"

"You are to be our mate, I personally wanted you with me but Luci wanted you to have your own space... Something about acclimating" his words teasing and (name) chuckled but cut short when his stomach growled and the two demons looked curious "oh yeah! Humans need to eat for survival!"

(Name) Felt embarrassed as he silently cursed his stomach for exposing him like this as the demons looked at one another in a silent conversation.

They were definitely having a sibling meeting later.

(Name) Dissociated during the rest of the evening, eventually ending back in the rooms he was given, the size of his old house if not a bit bigger...

Everything was pristine as he took out his belongings, his prized possessions and small hobbies to occupy him.

A few heirlooms and books and his childhood stuffed toy 'this will go in my nest' he thought as he looked at the nesting room doors, two ornate doors in a rose gold shade, the apartment all light colors unlike the rest of the palace.

It was a strange contrast, almost like they didn't know what to expect so they just made what they thought humans liked. It was funny really, demons trying to understand what humans wanted or needed as he was doing the same, wondering what these demons wanted or liked.

Getting up he went to the nesting room and was overwhelmed by the nesting supplies he was given, piles and piles of blankets and pillows and soft things, his purring could probably be heard from outside the apartment as he snuggled into them, a sense of safety he wasn't quite used to washing over him.

He was excited to make a large nest, spending half the night making it perfect for him to rest in and just not think about the fact he was to be mated on his next heat to seven strangers that were also fucking royalty! Well there goes not thinking about it because here he was!

Also his sister! Holy shit she was mad! And like at his wedding she will be there! Fuuck!

(Name) Was just sitting there head in hands as he processed the fact that within 24 hours he was now engaged and now in the public eye!

(Name) Curled up closer into his blankets and let out a shutter of a sigh, he wondered if he would be able to do the things he enjoyed before... Would he be allowed to garden? Would he have to dress more Omegan? Or would he be able to wear clothes that were comfortable?!

He needed to walk, movement to process this.

Getting up he walked out of his apartment and into the hall, dark and grand, ceilings at least 15 feet tall and paintings lined, some he recognized as the siblings and some unfamiliar as he walked around curiously.

Somehow he made it to the kitchen "I hope they don't mind..." (Name) Whispered as he sliced an apple, careful and gentle as his stomach growled a bit.

"Can I have some?" A voice startled him out of his thoughts causing him to slice his finger "shit!" The voice said and (name) looked to see Beelzebub who in turn looked a bit startled as he took (name)s bleeding finger and put it in his mouth, the Omega looking thoroughly concerned as Beelzebub sucked on the blood "I feel like this is incredibly unsanitary" (name) whispered worried and beez released his finger "demons saliva can heal amongst other things, depends on the demon really"

"Oh " (name) said dumbly as he looked at his wet but healed finger "what else does your saliva do?" He asked curiously and Beelzebub smiled at the others cute and curious expression "ah, well besides healing my saliva can work as an aphrodisiac if ingested!" (Name) Looked concerned and Beelzebub laughed "don't worry, it only works if I were to like make out with you or eat your ass!"

And now (name) was flustered as the gluttony demon kept laughing at his embarrassment "so why are you up so late?" Beelzebub asked after calming down and sealing some apple slices and cutting up some more, handing (name) an orange "just... It's stupid"

"Oh please!" Beelzebub pushed and (name) sighed "I'm just... I'm having trouble processing this stuff, it's stressful and like-- I never left my property let alone this! My sister wanted to be with you guys and she's already insufferable, this is just worse! I'm just paranoid that you guys are going to realize that like this was a mistake and reject me and like the fear of being an Omega in general! Will I be able to do the things i enjoyed before? Will I be a breeding tool?!" He was hyperventilating now as Beelzebub panicked "hey hey, calm down! It will be alright and-- no we aren't making you a breeding Omega.... shhh" beez tried to calm him as footsteps quickly made their way to the kitchen.

"What is happening?" Lucifer and the others seemed startled as the smell of distress was heavy in the kitchen "he's worried we will strip him of his rights and make him carry our young" Beelzebub explained as he lifted (name) into his arms and set him on the counter "were demons but we aren't monsters" Satan said disgusted and Asmodeus smiled "we would never do that unless it's what you're into~" he teased the Omega as they crowded him "I know it's an incredibly hard adjustment but know we mean well, it's literally impossible for us to not fall for each other" it's true soulmates would eventually fall for one another due to the bond "and we are sharing one mate so that means you have seven people to love you" mammon said in a rare moment of genuine care "what do you mean?"

"Oh yeah, he knows basically nothing about secondary gender or soulmates" Levi said softly and the demons looked horrified "well I know what we are doing tomorrow" Satan said simply and (name) looked ashamed and couldn't meet their eyes, feeling stupid for his lack of knowledge.

"Well his town is backwards" Belphegor yawned and wandered off back to bed now that the problem was solved "goodnight...."

(Name) Was led back to his room by Beelzebub and Asmodeus and looked confused when they put sweaters in his arms "the smell of your alphas will calm you~" Asmodeus said simply and the two wished him a good night.

And for once?

He sleped peacefully.

(Name) Spent the next few days learning about soulmates and secondary genders, the two interlocking "when your heat comes, it will be dangerous for you to not mate with your soulmate" (name) read the book in his off time, the book explaining how the bonding is key to not cause rejection symptoms or a drop, he definitely didn't want that. Fuck how does he have sex? Fuck.

Time to go figure that out, he really felt behind on this shit.

(Name) Made home in the library as he looked for any books that would aid him "Hmm? Looking for sex books ~ didn't know our omega was like that" Asmodeus seemed to love just appearing out of thin air and scaring (name) who dropped the book "i-i it's not like that!"

"Hmmm? And what is it about? Oh you're so cute when your flustered!" He cooed and (name) huffed "I am trying to figure out like, how sex works and stuff... I wasn't exactly taught... Just put on suppressants so my family could avoid it" he just constantly felt ashamed with them, their faces of realization and pity as (name) tried not to cry "well, if you like I could teach you~ don't worry I won't touch you where you don't like" Asmodeus could get used to his omega so flustered as he got closer, his alpha giddy at his mate being untouched "the first thing one should know is their body after all~"

"I- uh... I'm not sure..."

Asmodeus let his lips barely touch (name)s as he caged him against a bookshelf and smiled, his tail flickering and (name) seemed a bit startled by it All as the demon gently kissed him "that was... Uh.." "your first kiss?"

"Yeah..."

"Did you like it?"

(Name) Could only nod as the lust avatar giggled sweetly at his adorable Omega "oh, you're going to fit in nicely here~!" He doted on (name) a bit "don't worry darling, we won't do anything your not ready for but if you're willing... To experiment a bit, I'm always a summon away" and with that he was gone, (name) left with nothing more than the smell of his pharamones, sweet Jasmine and warm vanilla.

It wasn't till after lunch that Lucifer brought him to the gardens, a small greenhouse and a garden plot stood "we had it cleaned up, you said you liked gardening" he said simply and looked down at (name) who looked like he was given the potion of youth "really? Thank you so much..." (Name) Was releasing the happiest pharamones and Lucifer kept composure but god damn did that boost his ego as an alpha, making his mate happy.

"Just clean yourself off after you finish" Lucifer said calmly and (name) beamed at this "of course!"

(Name) Puttered in the greenhouse and began planting things, thankfully it was early in the season so he had time to make a nursery for plants "oh, sor--" (name) immediately shut up as he saw Belphegor sleeping in a sun beam, cozy and calm. Looking around (name) found his cape that Satan had made for him and covered the demon with it "it's still chilly" he whispered and went back to work, unaware the demon was awake and watching intently at the Omega who was carrying heavy pots and sacks of soil around.

(Name) Kept quiet for the Alpha, he must be so exhausted to fall asleep in a greenhouse of places so it would be best to let him rest! Eventually (name) moved outside, it was less chilly but a slight chill but movement will keep him warm! Using twine he found in the greenhouse he sectioned spots of the garden plots for various things like carrots and garlic amongst others, they were still in the nursery but it's good to get things ready now, he reasoned with himself.

"Your Highness! It's quite cold!" A servant panicked as she saw (name) in nothing more than a shirt and pants and apron, dirt on his cheek "don't worry! I'm alright!" He reasoned but she was not having it and removed her cape "it's not good for an Omega to be cold like this!"

Before she could drape the cape on (name), he felt fur on his shoulders as Mammon smiled with a warning "don't worry, he's warm" his eyes telling the servant to leave and (name) looked confused "oh hello!" (Name) Smiled at the demon who felt annoyed at how sweet the other was, his bond making his heart beat fast "Luci wanted me to take you into town so get ready" he grumbled and (name) nodded, a simple smile on his face as he wandered to the palace "where's your cape anyways?! It's freezing for mortals!" He chastised and (name) chirped "Belphegor was sleeping and I wanted him to be cozy!" (Name) Couldn't explain why he felt so calm and comfortable with the princes but they made him feel safe, even if they were sometimes like angry chihuahuas.

"You're weird" mammon said with no bite as they walked to (name)s area.

The tailors and seamstresses worked tirelessly to put together some clothes for (name) and his new class, the maids commenting about how the seamstress always kept embroidered sleeves on hand as the brothers always tore clothes during training--- well save for Asmodeus and Belphegor who couldn't be fucked to do stuff like that.

(Name) Felt regal, a beautiful vest made of silk and embroidered with birds and roses and a linen powers shirt and nice pants and expensive boots "you look wonderful your Highness!" A maid commented, (name) growing fond of his personal maids who cheered him in, them all being mated and married betas.

(Name) Was curious as he looked around the city, never really interacting with so many people who looked at he two in awe, the guards keeping a fair distance as he looked at stalls "you seriously never been in a city?" Mammon said incredulously and (name) looked confused "no? It's not right for an Omega to be by himself around alphas, I would be a temptation" reiterating his parents words and Mammon was horrified at the omegas genuine belief that HE was the problem and not alphas who couldn't keep their hands to themselves "well we are unpacking that later"

He didn't even want to get into the family thing, remembering the chat he had with his brothers when (name) had his meltdown and the acceptance that their Omega came from a very problematic living situation but he seemed to be acclimating well.

Or at least he hoped.

Mammon was confused as (name) handed him a stuffed bunny "what is this?" He raised an eyebrow from behind his circular sunglasses "well we didn't get to actually court because of being soulmates so I got you all courting gifts" he chirped out innocently, remembering what he was taught by Lucifer and deciding to put it in action though he seemed to have gotten it backwards as it was supposed to be the Alpha who gave the courting gifts.

"I- uh... Thank you?"

(Name) Seemed pleased as they continued their walk through the cities market, a giant hub of the equally giant city as Mammon stared at the bunny that was made of fabric the same color as his eyes, a small detail that made him flustered.

He noticed (name) budgeting, a soft smile on his face "you know we have basically endless money, right?" Well mammon didn't, he was cut off and put on a strict budget but (name)? He still had his money privileges "that's your money, this is so much!" To (name) it was a lot of money as he did the budgeting of the house back with his family, this was ten times of what they made in a year! "I am fine with this"

Hell, how did they get the exact opposite of them?!

A nervous Omega who was innocent and naive and sweet as honey!

"Oh you are absolutely precious!" Asmodeus cooed at the stuffed rabbit that fit in his hands "I hadn't even thought of courting!" He said with exaggerated sadness and (name) watched the others alphas reactions, though it wasn't the fanciest courting gift, it was a genuinely thoughtful one.

"He was worried about spending the money, he literally budgeted it" mammon groaned and Lucifer snorted "you could do well to learn that" he said as (name) seemed reminded and handed him back the coin bag, the Omega barely dented it "I got a few things for my hobbies but I brought back the change!" He said sweety and Lucifer had cute aggression at that moment as (name) looked at him with so much pride "you know you could have spent all of this right?" He said a little slow, (name) nodding "but that would be rude, I'm spending all your money without care... I don't like that"

Seriously, how did they manage to be fated with the sweetest Omega?!

"He didn't even but himself actual things for himself! He bought things to make us things!" Mammon groaned out but they all knew he equally swooned at the fact their Omega was so sweet.

But also he didn't buy himself anything, Asmodeus has had to bring him to eat and Beelzebub would put food on it.

"Rural Omega culture is different than cities, they're treated more as a commodity" a maid explained to Asmodeus one night as she helped him get ready for bed, she herself being an alpha from the boonies "an inconvenience would be a better word though, everything your saying shows he was treated like how my love got treated, need to make them feel genuinely valued" she went to explain how omegas need regular scenting and assurance to keep mentally regulated and (name) probably never had that.

Which would explain why he seemed like he was constantly waiting for the next shoe to drop despite growing used to them.

Like it was all going to go away.

His dreams were often that, every night he dreamt of waking up in his old room as his sister lived the life she wanted and he was stuck in that musty bedroom where he would rot.

"Your dreams are noisy" Belphegor mumbled as he crawled into bed with (name) and held him close, pumping out pharamones as he thought smugly about the fact he's technically been in bed with (name) before the others. (Name) Snuggled in his chest and physically relaxed, chirping in his sleep as he clung helplessly to him and he was hooked.

He wanted this more and was already annoyed he would have to share with his brothers.

(Name) Let his mates to be plan the wedding though he and Beelzebub thought of food together, the demon horrified at how little foods he got to experience and made him try everything for the wedding and smiled at his happy face with good food "these are mirangue cookies! Like eating plaster that loves you!" He exolained and (name) basically melted at now delicious it was.

Beelzebub was more than happy to share food with him, his alpha wanting the Omega to be well fed to carry his pups after all.

They were all anxious for mating, their bond slowly making them VERY intense about (name) who after weeks, finally sat close to Satan as he read with him though (name) did struggle a bit "omegas being taught to read is laughable, I taught myself as much as I could" he explained and that's when Satan decided he would read for (name), the two spending an hour or two in the library reading together like how Lucifer spent his time teaching (name) new things when he wasn't busy or just dragging him along with things.

(Name) Was always well behaved, he thought of (name)s family and how they were... How did this come out of THAT.

But now, (name) had one worry...

Would he invite his family to his wedding?

[dragon-ascent]

Okay first order of business- Sini you’re a genius and I love reading your works, like I have a list of Tumblr blogs in my notes app that I check weekly (poor short-term memory so I always forget the names/authors of fics I like) and you were one of the first ones on my list.

Second order of business is the thought I had that I thought you might enjoy, it spawned into existence while I was reading the Morax Cuteness Aggression post and I want you to consider this:

Adeptus!Reader who’s a frequent subject (read “victim”) of his cuteness aggression or even just silly centuries-old-dragon affection. It makes it even funnier- in a cute way- that this could probably go on for several decades, given the average lifespan of an Adeptus; there’s no escaping being Zhongli’s favourite little beastie, you’re stuck with him (not like that’s a bad thing, though).

You’re meditating peacefully in Jueyun Karst, knelt in the grass as birds chirp in the trees, leaves rustling gently in the wind. It’s so calm, so serene, and you just feel so relaxed… and then all of a sudden the ground beneath you starts shaking- it’s an earthquake??? You’re too busy being shaken like a maraca to notice your God, several hundred yards away, watching you struggle to find your footing with a soft and smitten smile on his face.

Another day you decide to try something Madame Ping recommended to you, Tai Chi, and as you move gracefully, beginning to really get in the zone and get the hang of it, a stone pillar has just erupted from the ground inches in front of you; you back up to avoid it, only for another appear, then another and another. The next thing you know, you’re dodging stone pillars left and right- where the hell are they even coming from? When you complain of the strange occurrence later to Xiao, he chooses not to mention that Morax had been taking a walk in that particular area around the same time.

You’re taking a walk just outside the harbour- dealing with humans can be so tiring sometimes- and a patch of flowers catches your eye. You kneel down in front of them, gently running your hands across the soft petals and inhaling the sweet smell of wildflowers; you’re an Adeptus, after all, you’re connected to nature and the earth like nothing else. It puts a serene smile on your face and instantly brightens your mood, you pluck one of the flowers and put it behind your ear and- when did all this damn cor lapis get here?? You just blinked and suddenly there’s chunks of it poking out of the ground all around you. Who could have done that?

Maybe Adeptus!Reader has a tail of some kind, maybe part or fully dragon (capable of shapeshifting and just likes looking partially like a dragon? I don’t know). Reader gets a little nervous and antsy at a gathering, pulling their tail across their lap and wringing it gently in their hands as a self-soothing gesture, they gaze off distantly and somehow fail to register the sound of stone cracking. The culprit is Morax, gripping the stone table he sits at with such force that it crumbles beneath his hands because FUCK that’s so cute- do you even know what you do to him??

Just thoughts of silly silly Morax letting his heart get the better of him when his favourite Adeptus, his beloved reader, is just so darn cute.

Waaahhh thank you for reading and enjoying my stuff a lot!! ♡♡

My GOODNESS this is too cute!!! Smiling so wide reading this!! Morax being a big silly sweetie with the way he expresses his cuteness-aggression AH I'm in love with these scenarios!! The bit with the tail omg I can't!!

Eventually reader might connect the dots...but it could take a few thousand years, heh. Maybe they're savoring some lovely sweets they'd brought back from a trip to Fontaine, wiggling in glee at the flavours...and then a bunch of sparrows made of Geo materialise out of nowhere and take flight?? You stare at them in confusion, reminded of how Rex Lapis used to summon Geo animals too, and just then Zhongli of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor passes by, externally as calm as a leaf on still water.

[yan-lorkai]

((Idk why my device wearly doesn't let me add the coma thingy)) For the Halloween event could i request yandere ghost Jade who was once a very rich....duke- yeah totally noble and didn't do illegal things 👀...reader enters this abandoned and destroyed manor with a cat in hands reassuring them due to the storm outside...reader and their cat don't have a home in fact they also como from another world like Yuu the difference is that reader didn't have the luck to end up in a school and they got there with their cat which reader calls their daughter one thing leads to another and reader decides they could stay there after all no one was there just some creaky and weird sounds sometimes but nah must be their cat oh was that a scream? nyeh it probably was the cat or some hallucination for the lack of sleep besides their cat doesn't seem too bothered neither...reader cleans the house thoroughly and creatively fixes some things with their own hands maybe temporary solutions but they will do...they find wild plants and fungi they can eat and make some fires outside to cook them for them and their cat or eat the ones that you can eat raw raw, when they find a shiny or pretty thing they bring it back to the manor and put it somewhere on the house or on the main dorm where once seemed to inhabitate a man, reader find some of his clothes and a picture of him both seemingly wore down and from centuries ago nevertheless they clean the picture and hope them a good rest on heaven and also commenting out loud that they're sorry for invading this place but that it was the only safe place for them and their cat, they later get the dust off the clothes but don't wash them in a sign of respect since idk washing them = disrespecting the memory of their owner, they only get the dust off of them and the closet and put them in the sun for a bit so they don't get worse before returning them to the closet and checking on it once in a while to the misfortune or maybe fortune...? of reader these signs of respect (and airheadness) made a certain ghost very curious and amused... Too long i'm sorry i tend to ramble

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Day twenty three: Ghost!Jade and darling living on his manor

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/n: Lowkey loved to write this ♡♡♡

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Tagging: @kiraiyugen

The manor was a shadowy silhouette against the stormy sky, its once-grand architecture crumbling under the weight of centuries. Thick vines crawled up the walls, weaving through shattered windows, and the roof had long since lost its battle with time, leaving gaping holes that allowed the rain to pour in freely. The place felt like it had been forgotten by the world, abandoned and left to rot. But tonight, the manor had a visitor.

You stepped through the creaking, heavy doors, holding your cat close to your chest. Her little head poked out from your coat, ears twitching nervously at the sound of thunder rumbling in the distance. “It’s okay, sweetie,” you murmured softly, stroking her fur to calm her. “We’ll be safe in here until the storm passes.”

Your cat, whom you affectionately called your daughter, seemed to relax a little at your touch. You glanced around the dark, eerie foyer, noting the way the dim light filtered through the broken windows, casting long, jagged shadows across the dust-covered floor. The place was eerie, sure, but there was a strange kind of peace in it, like the remnants of a life that had once been.

It seemed to be calling you. Whispering your name, convincing you to enter it.

“Well… it’s not exactly a palace, but it’ll do,” you said, mostly to yourself, though your cat meowed in agreement.

The rain was pouring outside, the wind howling as it whipped through the trees. You shivered, but not just from the cold — there was something about the manor that felt off, like it was watching you, waiting.

You pushed the thought aside. “Better than being out in that storm, huh?”

You wandered further in, your shoes leaving faint prints in the dust as you explored. The place was massive, with winding hallways that seemed to stretch on forever, and rooms filled with decaying furniture that hinted at a past life of luxury. Every so often, a strange creak or groan would echo through the halls, making you jump.

'Must be the wind,' you reassured yourself whenever that happened, though you didn’t sound all that convincing.

At one point, you thought you heard a soft, distant scream, but when your cat didn’t react, you brushed it off as your imagination. “Maybe I’m just tired,” you said with a sigh. “Or hallucinating from the lack of sleep. We've been searching for a place to rest for a long time, havent we dear?”

It didn’t take long for you to decide that you could make this place a temporary home. You had nowhere else to go, and the manor, as eerie as it was, at least offered some shelter and warmth. So, over the next few days, you set to work cleaning it up.

You swept the dust from the floors, wiped down the windows, and even managed to fix some of the broken furniture with makeshift repairs. They were temporary solutions, but they would do for now. Your cat followed you around, sometimes hopping onto counters or curling up in old armchairs, watching as you brought a bit of life back to the place.

As you explored the grounds, you found wild fruits and fungi growing nearby, enough to cook a simple meal. You made small fires outside, cooking what you could, and even tried some of the edible ones raw. It wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing, and you made sure to share everything with your cat.

“We’re like a couple of foraging nomads,” you joked, scratching her head as she ate beside you.

One day, as you were cleaning one of the rooms that seemed to have once been a study, you found a small, ornate picture frame buried under a pile of dusty books. You carefully picked it up, brushing the dirt away to reveal a faded photograph of a man. His clothes were elegant, the kind you’d imagine a duke or some other noble would wear, and there was a certain grace in his posture. But the photo was worn, almost like it was a memory trying to fade away.

You looked at it for a long moment, feeling an odd sense of connection to the man in the picture, his beautifuleyes staring right back at you, almost as if he could see you now.

“I hope you found peace wherever you are,” you said quietly, placing the frame back on the desk. “And… sorry for invading your home like this. I promise I’ll take care of it.”

After that, you couldn’t help but feel a strange obligation to maintain the place, almost as if you were caring for the memory of the man whose portrait you had found. You even discovered some old clothes in a wardrobe, finely tailored but dusty, and decided to clean them off. You didn’t wash them, though — it felt like that would be crossing a line, disrespecting the memory of their owner. It was such a silly thought, really, but whenever you thought about it, you just simply couldn't.

Instead, you brushed off the dust and laid them out in the sun for a while, hoping to preserve them as best you could. Every now and then, you’d check on the clothes, making sure they were still neatly arranged in the wardrobe, as if their owner would return to wear them again in the near future.

Unbeknownst to you, your actions hadn’t gone unnoticed. The manor had its secrets, and one of them was the spirit of the very man whose belongings you were now caring for. Jade Leech had been many things in life — a duke, a man of wealth and influence, and yes, he had dabbled in some less-than-legal affairs, not that it matters.

But now, he was simply a ghost, bound to the manor that had once been his pride. Bound by a curse or so he'd tell you if you asked him; the truth was only for him to know.

Jade had seen many people come and go over the years, but none had stayed. Most would leave after hearing a whisper in the dark or seeing a shadow move where no shadow should be. But you… you were different. You didn’t run. Instead, you cleaned, you fixed things, and you spoke to him — even if you didn’t realize it. Every time you’d make a quiet comment about the manor or talk to your cat, Jade would listen, an amused smile playing on his lips.

It was your respect for his belongings that intrigued him the most. The way you had carefully cleaned the picture frame, or the gentle way you had treated his clothes, it made him feel… noticed. Remembered. And that was a feeling he hadn’t experienced in a very, very long time.

Jade began to watch you more closely, following you as you explored the manor, listening as you talked to your cat. He found your presence soothing, your airhead nature endearing. It was as if, after so many years of silence and solitude, life had returned to the manor — and he wasn’t sure he wanted it to leave.

His mother, his father, his brother... they all have left him.

And misses them.

He didn't want to get attached to someone, and then have you left him too.

One evening, after you had spent the day fixing a broken chair leg and foraging for more food, you were in the main hall, admiring how much you had managed to clean up. The fire in the hearth crackled softly, casting a warm light across the room, and your cat was curled up on your lap, purring contentedly.

“I think we’ve done a good job, don’t you?” you said, scratching behind your daughter's furry ears. “It almost feels… cozy.”

You didn’t notice the figure standing just a few feet away, a ghostly smile on his face. “Yes,” Jade said, his voice barely more than a whisper, yet clear enough to send a chill down your spine. “It does.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you looked up, your eyes widening as you saw him. There, standing by the fireplace, was the man from the photograph, dressed in the same elegant clothes you had so carefully dusted off.

His pale face was framed by dark, wavy hair, and his eyes — sharp, intelligent, and heterochromatic — were fixed on you, shining with an otherworldly light. He didn't looked dead at all.

He looked very much alive.

For a moment, you thought you were dreaming; the absence of having another person to talk to catching up to you. But the smile on his lips was so real, so warm, it was hard to believe he was just a figment of your imagination.

“You… you’re…” you stammered, not sure how to finish the sentence.

Jade tilted his head slightly, his smile widening. “I am Jade Leech, the owner of this mansion. But you know that.” he said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “And I must say, I’ve been quite charmed by your company.”

You blinked, struggling to find your voice. “Y-you’ve been watching me?”

“For a while now, yes,” he admitted, taking a step closer. “You’ve done such a lovely job caring for my manor, and for that, I am grateful. It’s been… entertaining, to say the least. And you're quite skilled singing.”

You swallowed, your mind racing. You should have felt afraid, but there was something about the way he spoke, the way he looked at you, that made it hard to think straight. “I-I’m sorry if I disturbed you,” you said quickly. “I didn’t mean to—”

“Nonsense,” Jade interrupted, his tone smooth and reassuring. “If anything, I should be thanking you. You’ve brought life back to this place, and for that, I am in your debt.” He paused, his gaze softening. “But more than that… I find myself rather fond of you.”

Your breath hitched as his words sank in, and you felt a shiver run down your spine. “Fond…?”

“Yes,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper as he leaned closer, his eyes locking onto yours. “And I think it’s only fair that I repay your kindness… by making sure you never have to leave this manor again.”

The realization hit you like a wave, and you felt your heart begin to race. “W-what do you mean?”

Jade’s smile widened, and there was a glint of something possessive in his eyes. “You will stay here, with me,” he said softly, his tone as gentle as it was final. “As my guest… and perhaps, something more. After all, you're mine now."

[sweetsaladpainterranch]

Challenges of Raising a 6 Month Old Demon Bebe 😈

Bathtime Battles

...

It was 5:45 in the evening at the private floor of living space above Rosie's Emporium and, currently, the cannibal overlord had her hands full with her naughty god daughter. Rosie had centuries of experience in torture and dominating enemies, however, this tiny fawn might just prove to be her match.

"Alright now, deary pie" , Rosie spoke sweetly to the spot under the couch where she was sure something was hiding, "While I can appreciate a girl who knows what she wants, this is getting a bit stale."

The shadows shifted to her left and she dodged the doll that was thrown as a distraction while a small puddle of shadow scurried under a chair. "Sweetie", the tired demoness tried again, "I can't return you to your father while covered in the viscera of Henry the bag boy, now can I?" She thought back to how the poor boy had cut his finger earlier, but failed to notice the lurking young predator that had been waiting for her bottle a minute too long. Henry didn't stand a chance.

Rosie breathed in a calming breath before using her aura to move away every piece of furniture except the full bathtub. She smiled brightly and approached the, now unhidden spot of darkness, "I tell you what, Evangeline, if you come out, Auntie Rosie will let you have a whole box of candied eyes...~". She sung out.

Suddenly, a small tuff of fur began to emerge from the pool of shadow and wag against the floor, followed by two fluffy ears that danced excitedly. When, at last, the tiny deer demon's face was revealed, Rosie reached out and stroked her god daughter's soft hair, "That a' girl!", she cooed at the baby. Evangeline let out a flurry of happy shrieks in anticipation of her tasty treat, but failed to notice how she was now directly over the suds of the bath.

The overlord smiled in victory as she wasted no time in plunging the child into her soapy trap, however, she knew that the battle had just begun.

The clientele shopping in the downstairs of Rosie's Emporium could only hear a chorus of high pitched demonic wailing and feel the thundering intensity of their mayor's aura as heavy curses and loud crashes echoed from above. After what seemed like hours had passed and everything had quieted down, the dainty footsteps of Rosie were heard descending the staircase.

The patrons and staff stood still as they took in their leader's appearance. Her entire body was dripping with water and bubbles, her hair was barely being held back as several locks had lost their pins, and her clothes were torn and bloody. She looked like she had just faced the Angels of Heaven all alone and with the face of a woman who had seen to much she spoke.

"WHERE. ARE. THE. CANDIED. EYES?!"

...

My babysitter may have had some trouble with our little bundle of terror this past weekend 😂

SSPR.

[sweet-as-an-angel]

König Headcanons

Warnings: Implications/mentions of smut, mention of pegging, König is a sub/bottom, FLUFF, implications/mentions of masturbation, no pronouns used for reader except for 'you'.

This man is W H I P P E D for you.

Regardless of whether he met you in a civilian setting or on the battlefield, you have captured his interest immediately.

And every time König sees you, hears you, his mental image of you grows, his daydreams become more vivid.

Over the course of a month, König’s light daydreams, wonderments of the type of person you were, what you’d be like as friends, became more frequent.

And, as a romantic at heart, the daydreams became gradually…well, romantic.

König didn’t mean to! The slip into an alternate universe wherein you and him lived happily together, holding hands, sharing secrets, laying close together felt natural and easy.

He was ashamed of himself, to say the least.

He felt awful that he’d even dared think of such quite frankly wholesome scenarios about the two of you without you ever having even met him.

Though, König had to admit that the more loving his daydreams because, the more he felt satiated.

After all, the life of a soldier in his position was a lonely one, especially considering he could tell practically no-one about it.

As the weeks trundled on, König tried putting you out of his mind. Tried focusing on hobbies instead.

He’s a big fan of crochet.

It calms him down.

Though, he struggles sometimes due to his anxiety making his hands shake.

He's also a big fan of literature, particularly 19th century romantic.

His favourite book is definitely Pride and Prejudice.

But alas, even his hobbies fell just short of fulfilling him.

And, luckily, he didn’t have to suffer for much longer.

Your meeting was purely accidental.

König had dropped his almost withered, well-loved copy of Pride and Prejudice and you, appearing out of nowhere, picked it up for him.

“Here, sweetie,” you said, passing it to him.

König’s heart dropped into his stomach.

His face blew up into flames yet his body felt as if it were encased in ice, frozen and stiff.

He could scarcely hold his book in his hands, shaking.

“Th-th-“

Speak, you fool!

You smiled up at him, your tone as sweet as your face.

“Hey, are you okay?” You tilted your head, body contorted in an air of concern König had never experienced first-hand before.

He’d seen it in romance movies and novels, but never this close and never in real life.

Don’t get ahead of yourself; say something, god damn you!

“Th-ank you!”

Nailed it!

You kept smiling. König’s heart skipped a beat.

And thus König’s liking-from-afar grew into a night full-blown obsession.

You had quite a lot in common!

Your love of books, appreciation of art - things of that nature.

After your initial encounter and your bonding over the book he dropped, you gave him your number.

Given that you didn’t have König’s number, he had to make the first move and call you.

He sat by his phone, shaking, poised over the ‘Call’ button with your number typed in.

After much deliberation and thorough consideration of every conceivable way he could get rejected by you, he clicked ‘Call’.

The phone rang.

Once. Twice. Thrice-

“Hello?”

König’s heart skipped at the sound of your voice.

“H-hey,” he said, voice thin and wavering. Watery.

You chuckled on your end of the line. “Hey, sweetie. Thought you weren’t going to call me for a hot minute!”

Never, König wanted to say. Oh, all the things he wanted to say.

His daydreams could not compare to the anxious joy he was experiencing in this moment.

And every moment together you shared after.

The two of you began to hang around together, more and more frequently as the months progressed.

And all the while, König could feel his heart swell with nothing short of euphoria whenever you were near.

He watched you more than he read his book whenever you got together for library visits.

He studied you as a writer would literature, committing your every quirk and preference to memory.

On days when you weren’t together, König would spend every spare waking moment thinking of you, fantasising about you.

His daydreams grew more and more vivid, almost seeming to bleed into his real life.

And König absolutely believed he was hallucinating one day when you asked him out on a date.

He couldn’t say no. Every fibre of his being urged him, screamed “Yes!”

König had never been more anxious in his life.

He was terrified he’d mess the date up, arrive in the wrong attire, say the wrong thing (or nothing at all).

But when he arrived and saw you, saw how wonderful you were with him, holding his hands in yours as you recounted stories, how you looked him in the eyes whenever he spoke, his anxiety just seemed to melt away.

Though you may not have known it yet, König loved you.

He’d fallen for you long before, yet he never expected you to feel for him even a fraction of that which he felt for you.

Your relationship began not long after.

He worships you.

Can’t stand to be without you.

And when he returns from his post and you’re together.

Oh boy.

He’s nervous to ask at first at if you’d like to do the deed.

Would try and transition into it.

Do the classic yawning-arm-around-the-shoulder trick.

You clocked what he was doing, and, wanting to spare him the torture, cut straight to the chase.

“König, are you too shy to say you want to sleep with me, or are you just a terrible, unintentional flirt?”

König froze. His kind went blank.

Long story short, you ended up sleeping together.

And König had never known anything like it.

Man has absolutely zero rizz, zero experience.

He was quite insecure about that, but you made it difficult for him to think about anything else when you got started.

König loves being topped, btw.

Likes feeling vulnerable when you peg him.

Definitely cries because you make him feel so good.

Your pleasure is his top priority, though.

He's absolutely massive so it's not difficult for him to fill you.

You can see the outline of his cock when he's inside you.

And if you poke him or clench while he's buried, oh my god-

This man's a moaner. No arguments.

König could hardly see by the end of the experience, convinced he could see smells and taste colours.

And there you were, beside him, panting, smiling.

And it only confirmed what König already knew.

He wanted to be nowhere else but with you.

After that, he’s basically horny 24/7, brought in solely by the thought of you.

Nothing else can get him off (not that he’s tried; he’s too loyal for that; more on this later ;-) ).

You share and partake in hobbies together.

König teaches you how to crochet. Or, if you already know how to, he’ll just crochet beside you.

Makes you things 🥺.

You try and help him with his brain freezes whenever in a social situation by getting him to read his favourite literature to you out loud whenever you're at his apartment.

You make it bearable to just be in public, reassuring him or speaking on his behalf when he’s overwhelmed.

He loves holding hands.

Lives for your soft touches.

Forehead kisses send him absolutely silly.

He goes feral whenever you rake your fingers through his hair.

Will start muttering in German, probably moans too tbh.

Loves laying his head in your lap/on your chest.

Is fully aware of how large he is, though. So he tries to hold back some of his weight so he doesn’t crush you.

You tell him to relax, that he doesn’t need to withhold anything from you.

And that’s why he loves you,

You love him for him for who he is.

You’ve never teased him for his height, or his stutter when he’s nervous, or his social anxiety.

He tells you how much he loves you daily.

“I can’t live without you, maus,” he’d say while you played with his hair.

“And I you,” you’d say, pressing a kiss to his temple.

Power couple.

König uses his sheer mass to protect you from people who even look as if they want to hurt you.

He may be socially anxious, but he has absolutely no qualms about killing someone for you.

Considering that death is part of his job description, he’s accustomed to it. Kind of enjoys it, to be honest.

It would take a while for him to come clean about his occupation, afraid he’d scare you off.

He loves and trusts you, but he doesn't want to lose you.

He ended up admitting his occupation to you after he’d been called back into action.

Knowing he couldn’t just up and leave without telling you where he was going, he confessed.

You didn’t even blink an eye.

“Alright, cool. Now, do you want pie or curry for dinner?”

Whenever he’s away, he’s always thinking about you.

Calls you whenever he gets the chance.

Thinks of you in...compromising ways when you’re apart for long periods of time.

The first time he did so, he ended up admitting it because he felt so guilty.

You just laughed on your end of the call, a delightful habit of yours.

“Don’t worry,” you reassured. “I do the same.”

He spent a lot more time in his room after that.

The thought of you keeps him going, gives him a reason to live rather than survive.

Whenever he's in a tight situation, he imagines you there with him, telling him everything will be fine.

Btw, please validate him.

Call him a good boy, tell him you're the love if his life - anything.

Makes him feel like his efforts are being rewarded.

König can’t imagine his life without you.

He loves you, you love him.

And he’ll do anything to keep you.

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[frogs00]

hiii can i request a janis x regressed fem reader. nothing specific, just fluffy cuteness hehe. thank you:3 <3

Apple Juice

Summary: Janis worries when reader doesn't show up at school, only to find her girlfriend is perfectly fine, and little.

Warnings: Fluff, age regression

Pairings: Janis + Reader

Y/n didn’t show up at school today, which wasn’t typical considering she was an excellent student. Janis knew you wouldn’t miss it for no reason and it made her worried, she texted you a few times but you hadn’t responded— up until now.

The text was a string of incoherent letters and emojis but she could make out a few words. She bit her lip in thought scanning the message over again, concluding you were regressed, she knew you tended to regress when stressed or overwhelmed, really a lot of factors went into it, and she was more than happy to help.

Also, from the looks of it, you were in a good mood… Maybe? Considering the happy emojis used, it wasn’t unlikely but also looks could be deceiving- and was that a frowny face?

Janis quickly shook her head, she was reading too much into things. She’d check on you later, and you’d be okay.

She hoped so.

Due to the worry for her girlfriend, she was very antsy in class. Art was her last period of the day, which she was usually happy with, but right now she just wanted to get out of here.

“Girl, tell that leg of yours to calm down, you’re shaking the table.” Damian spoke, shooting her a playful glare, “I’m trying to sketch. The Mona Lisa didn't happen on a shaky table.”

“And it also wasn’t created by a seventeen-year-old, gay man in the twenty-first century with a knack for annoying me.” Janis retorted, making Damian recoil.

“Rude, but okay.” he studied her, “Girl, what’s got you so worked up?” he asked, concern bubbling in his voice.

“Sorry, sorry. I just want to see y/n.” Janis bit her lip and sighed, worried for her precious girlfriend.

“Darling, she’s fine,” Damian patted her hand gently, then retracted his, “She probably just needed a day off, you know that girl overworks herself. Worst-case scenario she’s sick, but she would’ve told you if she was so calm down.”

No, you wouldn’t have been able to tell her since you were regressed, or at least she thought so. Still, she also knew you weren’t sick. Janis would’ve been able to tell the day before. So maybe she did have nothing to worry about. She nodded “Yeah, you’re right.”

She shrugged and decided to sketch you out a little picture. She knew you’d enjoy it.

_

You were startled by a knock on the door. Blinking rapidly, you internally debated whether or not to open it, you didn’t want to open the door for a stranger, and you knew that wasn’t good, so you just continued coloring in the Paw Patrol coloring book. You turned up the music playing through your headphones, trying to ignore it.

Only a minute later you heard the knock again, louder this time, and your irritation spiked. You got up and threw the marker down, muting the music, and walked towards the door.

“Baby, it’s Janis!” You heard from behind it, your irritation instantly faded and you smiled cheekily, fumbling with the lock and opening the door.

“Jan!” you practically tossed yourself on her, wrapping your arms around her waist then looking up at her, “Hi~”

She laughed, pulling back to get a look at you, her worried brown eyes scanning you, “Hey, sweetie,” You were still in your pajamas and had maker smugged on your face, the sight made her heart melt, “You weren’t at school today, I was worried.”

“I text you, though,” you pouted, not understanding her worry.

Janis chuckled and nodded, “Yes you did! Good job,” she patted your head tenderly, “Can come in?” you nodded eagerly.

“I draw, you wanna?” you asked, guiding her to the coffee table you were sitting at.

“Sure, honey.” she agreed, sitting down next to you criss-cross, and picking up a green marker, coloring in a tree idly. You drew like that in silence for a while, and then she turned to look at your focused face again, “Are you okay?” She was beyond curious to what might’ve caused this regression.

“Yes. Okay.” You nodded absentmindedly. She squinted at you, nose scrunching up for a second, then she relaxed.

“Good,” she looked down at your color page and tapped it with her pointer finger, “This is pretty neato if you ask me.” she grinned and ruffled your hair.

You giggled, “Neato.” You repeated, dragging the world out. She found your amusement endearing.

She set down the marker and nodded, “Yep, want to snuggle and watch TV?” you let out a small ask and nodded eagerly.

“Bluey?”

“Sure, sweetie. Bluey it is.” she stood slowly, gathering up the supplies and putting them away. She knew your parents would get irritated if they were left out, and probably be a little suspicious.

When she returned, you were already curled up comfortably on the couch, clicking the remote till you found what you wanted. She plopped down next to you with a dramatic sigh and you turned your head slightly to look at her and she grinned mischievously.

Suddenly, she scooped you up, and you giggled as she prepared your face with kisses, “Noo, it tickles!” you pushed her face away, and she pouted.

“No kisses?”

“Uh-uh,’ You shook your head, then laid your head on her shoulder, eyes fixated on the screen. You lay like that for a while, Jnais liked this show herself, she wouldn’t admit that out loud but she did, so it was more than tolerable. Especially since she got to spend time with you. She really did like taking care of you or simply just spending time with you when you were in this state, it made her feel almost special the fact you trusted her.

After a while, your voice broke the silence, “Can I have apple juice?” she couldn’t help but smile softly.

“Mhm, I know how my baby loves her apple juice,” she chuckled, “Snack too?” she asked knowingly, sliding you off her lap.

“Yes, pwease!” you gave her a cheeky grin that melted her heart and frankly made her want to squeeze you to death from pure cuteness. She got up to grab you a juice box, herself a glass of water since she was frankly thirsty too, and some goldfish in a bowl.

You were sitting rather politely at the coffee table once again, still staring at the characters dancing across the screen. She set them down, and you hummed out your thanks and drank and snacked. You were suddenly quiet again, but this silence was less peaceful, you seemed tense.

“What’s the matter, little one?” she asked softly, scooting forward to stroke your head.

“I dunno,” you shrugged, picking at your nails, “Mommy and Papa are yelling a lot, I don’t like it,” you mumbled, and her heart clenched, sympathizing deeply.

“It’s okay, it’s not your fault,” she whispered, you perked up at that.

“It’s not?” you sounded unsure.

“Nope, not one bit,” she tapped your nose and your smile reappeared, she loved that smile. She loved seeing your joy. Gosh, you made her such a softy.

After you finished the snacks, she put everything away. You two moved to your bedroom in case your dad came home early, and watched videos on Janis’s phone. She could tell by the way you were rubbing your eyes and the occasional yawn that you were getting tired.

“You wanna sleep, sweetheart?” she asked softly, clicking off your phone.

“Mhm, stay?” you asked, curling up more snuggly against her side.

“Of course, baby.” She smiled, kissing your forehead, watching you fall into some much-needed rest, quick to join you. She was right not to worry, but she knew she would again, after all, she loved you too much not to.

A/N: Low-key got bored, and got a bunch of writing done, expect more fics soon, maybe even another today. Enjoy my first Agere fic, though!

[holybibly]

Hey sweetie, how are you?

I'd just like to have a chat and give you a sneak peek at some of the work I'm currently working on. Except for the last part "It's You" and MATZ.

I'm also interested in what kind of fics you prefer. I've noticed that I can't write a short PWP and it ends up being dragged into the most minimal plot. Is this normal? Or is smut without a plot preferable?

So these are some of my current works. I'll publish as I have time, maybe something else will add this list, but we'll see.

I just couldn't get over this tweet. This is literally genius.

You've been dating Hwaseong for a while now, and you'd be lying if you said you weren't happy. But just one holiday trip with his family turns your life upside down. What you always thought was the ideal relationship is crumbling, just like you are under the skilled tongue of Park Seonghwa, your boyfriend's father.

The one where sugar daddy Seonghwa offers you money to stay away from his son, or maybe he just wants to have you all to himself.

You hated Professor Song Mingi with all your heart and soul. So fiercely and passionately that you could almost feel it. He was young, successful, tall, too good-looking for his own good, and confident in himself. Confident as hell, actually. The living embodiment of all your red flags is 10 out of 10 on your "rich, narcissist, jerk" list.But just one look in your direction and you blush with thoughts too dirty and vile for the ethics lesson he was teaching. They say, "There is only one step from love to hate." In your case, one essay failure and you'll be in his bed.

P.S. I still can't get over that outfit.

You had been working as a symbolic omega for K-pop boy groups for a number of years, and you were completely happy with it. Everything went well, despite the gruelling schedule and stress. You were looked after, valued, and treated like royalty, and in return, you helped and comforted stressed-out, aggressive Alphas with your gentle, homely presence and calm energy. You never made any more contact with them than was required by your job—perhaps a few air kisses and a lingering hug, but no more than that. But that was before you caught the eye of Ateez's Wooyoung at one of the shows, and a week later, the whole group was after you.

Or where Kim Hongjoong doesn't know the word "no" and always gets what he wants. And you, much to his chagrin, only know how to say it.

Kang Sohee was getting married and it seemed to be the most important event of the century. So you weren't at all surprised when you got invited to the most famous club in Seoul to get hen-party. Of course, you've heard of Treasure. Who hasn't, especially when the club's main attraction is its gorgeous hybrid dancers. Are you dreaming of loving kittens, submissive puppies, daring foxes or fascinating snakes? If so, then you have come to the right place. And as the night grows darker, the club lights grow dimmer and more sensual, and the drinks grow stronger, you will find yourself caught up in a vicious game between two stunning feline hybrids who want nothing more than to eat you alive.

[procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics]

Vikings + gen z slang

Summary: How Vikings Characters would react to Gen Z slang

Notes: back on working on requests, so i hope i can get some more oneshots out soon. happy lunar new year to everyone who celebrates!!

Tagged: @majesticwren @obsessiveformiyatwins @leithdragon @demon-of-the-ancient-world @alicedopey @ivarlover @levithestripper @batmandallyboy @akayxo09 @vrtualfairy (hmu to be added to any taglist!)

Masterlist | based on this request | requests are OPEN!

Ragnar

With the program

He knows that he’s a slay-queen-girlboss-cunt-serving-camp

He understands gen z slang like no other

Rizz? He’s got it. Mister Worldwide? Been there, done that.

Turns into a ninth century (?) twitter queen

Lagertha

She doesn’t really care all that much about gen z slang

“You’re slaying? Me too, but on the battlefield. Catch up.”

Pretends not to understand

Fully understands and sometimes busts down on her gen z meme culture knowledge

Aslaug

Aslaug is above gen z slang

But she also knows that she’s camp

She just knows

She’s a volva, magic is in her blood. You know what else is? An immaculate sense in fashion

That’s the only thing that might make her willing to try to understand our culture

Perfected the lightskin stare the moment she was born (it’s permanently on her face istg)

Athelstan

PLEASE NO

You know that ancient man video? Athelstan is the ancient man. Would he understand the video? No.

This would be his response: God, that girl looks terribly drunk.

As a linguist, he tries

Approaches it as a foreign language. It works to some degree.

I never want to hear the words “You’re serving girlboss today, Ragnar.” Out of his mouth

(this happened to me in a dream. Literally traumatizing)

Bjorn

Thinks it’s girlish (it is not)

Would say “You’re one of them queers?”

I mean yeah, but so is your mom.

Gen z talk isn’t cool enough for him (he’s suffering from Rollo’s internalized generational homophobia/gayness, give him some space)

Ubbe

Like a supportive mom

‘That’s wonderful sweetie. Now back to my casserole.’

Absolutely understands gen z slang after you teach him

Prides himself on having the most rizz

Boy you rizzed up a slave girl and your aunt calm down

Protects gen z slang against ivar like it’s cultural heritage

Hvitserk

Worst mistake you could make is teach him slang

He uses it

Just incorrectly

At all times

And does not care to be corrected.

Slang is a product of pop culture? Hvitserk is now making it HIS product

Deal with it (don’t. make him stfu pls.)

Sigurd

He’s one of those abcdefu people

The ones that are like ‘let me sing my new song for you, and if you don’t like it, I’ll pay for your gas’

So annoying

But also in an indie artist generational trauma daddy issues kind of way, so I can forgive him

Not really

Ivar

HATES gen z slang more than anything

He thinks it’s stupid

Dumb

Dull

Incredibly unintellectual

Secretly uses it to express his feelings in a diary he burns every week

Ecbert

ECBERT MY SILLY LITTLE GASLIGHT GATEKEEP GIRLBOSS

Manwhore and proud!

Get this man a gag asap or you’ll live to regret the day you met him

With him and Ragnar, you’re gonna be stuck in a little hellcircle (probably to be joined by Athelstan)

Gets acrylics despite not knowing what they are and clicks with them

STOP HIM! STOP THIS SILLY LITTLE MAN!

Aethelwulf

Literally the opposite of Ecbert

If he has to spend one more second around his father speaking slang

He’ll cut off his ear to match Judith

And then the other to outdo her (he’s such a loser smh)

So done with Ecbert

He’ll literally hate everything Ecbert likes

[stele3]

hey are you gonna continue the jaytimsteph thread you made where they match on grindr or nah? because that shit was heat

You know what, anon? Just for you, I’m gonna combine two Tumblr fics. The Grindr and the Steph-flirts-with-Jason universes have merged.

(This part isn’t near as goofy and lighthearted as those two parts.)

Stephanie’s actually faster on a wire than Batman, a point of some pride to her, but she’s not faster than Tim. He slings through an upper-floor window of the three-story townhouse, disappearing from sight.

“Slow down,” B tells her, and Stephanie listens for once. That was the agreement: he’d help if they did things his way. Always, always, it has to be his way, but just this once Stephanie listens, even though her heart is in her throat.

Robin’s scan of the house comes back. Two people, downstairs. Heartbeats steady, rate indicates that they’re both seated. Voices. One breathing rate indicates distress.

That’s about as much as Stephanie can take. She breaks for the door, evading the clamp of Batman’s hand on her shoulder.

Wood splinters under her feet. She lands in a hallway. To the left and right are open passageways, but there’s only light coming from the left, along with a flurry of body movements.

“Stephanie?” Mom’s voice calls, then higher and frantic, “Wait! Wait, don’t, calm down! Stephanie?”

“Yeah?” Steph calls back, wary. That command wasn’t directed at her; she knows her mom’s voice to be real sure.

“I’m okay,” Mom says. “He hasn’t hurt me. This is all a big misunderstanding, okay?”

Rising, Stephanie moves soundlessly to put her shoulder against the edge of the left open doorway then tips just enough to put one eye around the corner. The room ahead of her is a kitchen and small dining room area: the house is one of those nice little mid-century places with the curved doorways and the countertops separating the kitchen and the dining room, where you can put food. Mom’s standing near that little countertop, facing Stephanie, with a chair behind her like she’s just stood up. Her right arm hangs at her side and her left sticks out straight. A pair of handcuffs affix her left arm to a clamp, which in turn is affixed to the lip of the countertop.

She doesn’t see anyone else in the room.

“Hey, Mom,” Stephanie greets.

“Hey, honey.” Mom’s eyes dart briefly to the right, then back. Christ, he’s. Okay, he must be right on the other side of the doorway from Stephanie, just inches away with nothing but drywall between them. “Don’t, he really hasn’t hurt me, sweetie, I’m not lying. He thought I was dealing drugs but I’m not.”

“Why’d he think that?” Mom’s face is calm. Two voices, one breathing in distress.

“Someone stole my DEA number and they’ve been using it to order large amounts of OxyContin and dealing it to, to someone whose name I didn’t recognize. It had to have been someone at work, so he and I have been going over the list of suspects.”

“Okay.” Stephanie fingers the stun-flash in her pocket. She could bounce it off the kitchen table if she had to. Hell, she could bounce it off her mom. “So why’re you still handcuffed to a counter?”

Mom’s eyes go to the right, again, and stay there. “I think he’s scared that you didn’t come alone. It’s…it’s fine if you didn’t, I’d understand, but you.”

She stops. For a few moments there’s just the distant sounds of the city through the shattered door behind Stephanie. She can’t hear anything else in the house. Robin, Tim, has probably moved to the top of the stairs; Stephanie can just see the first few steps out of the corner of her eye.

“Is he here?” Mom asks, drawing Stephanie’s attention back to her. Something’s changed; her tone is different. “Is Batman here?”

Stephanie hesitates. Mom doesn’t look scared, though, she looks…angry. Focused. “Yeah.”

Mom sucks in a breath. Even across the room, Stephanie can hear it whistle through Mom’s teeth. “Is he, can he hear me right now? Tell him — tell him that he’s better pray I never find out his name. I’m a mandatory fucking reporter, do you hear me?”

Her voice rises to a shout and she goes to the very end of the handcuffs, her arm extended behind her and her eyes wild.

“Do you think,” Mom shouts to the ceiling, to the sky, “that I don’t know what it looks like when a teenager puts on a mask because it’s the only way they can hide their pain?! Do you think I don’t recognize a child who fears their father?! You better pray I never fucking find out who you are, you worthless — no, no, don’t— !”

She jerks sharply to the side, snapping to the end of the handcuff in an entirely different direction. There’s the sound of breaking glass and Stephanie bolts into the room, catching Mom as she loses her balance and falls onto one hip.

“Fuck!” Mom yells. Her wrist is bloody. She doesn’t even seem to notice.

Across the room, a window is shattered. No glass lies on the floor.

[darkfictionjude]

Jude, I think your idea of 3 chances and the don't know option is the best, because it would be so funny to see some characters reaction. Specially Imre, cause he's like that meme of Mr. Incredible.

Imre: *Form a group with trouble kids to solve a century old mystery (like the movies)

*bright and smiling Mr. Incredible's face

Imre: * realizing he's stuck with two monkeys sharing one brain cell to solve a century old mystery

*dark and clouded Mr. Incredible's face

( And IMHO, the funniest part of your game is exactly that. You have to read with calm and remember what is said, to think some little. We wretched creatures have this mystery as one of the main selling points and all the "unique" way the town fuction because of this distictive "normal". Furthermore, this mystery is one of the "motion part" of the story)

Love you internet persona and game

Kissus and have a nice day, sweetie~

I have writed down that the Stephanie girl felt watched just like the MC in the chapter before👀

I like how with written word you described that meme haha

It’s so odd that I can’t read what you wrote at the bottom huh

[boredwritergirl]

Day 27 - Flowers on The Moon

This is another edit of a random, old project I was working on, idk if i'll ever come back to it, but it'll be very different if i do

Flowers  on  The  Moon

Daisy woke up one morning to discover that she was pregnant.

This highly disturbed her, which makes a lot of sense considering that she was 13 years old at the time.

Her boyfriend was only a couple of months older than her, his name was Darius, though everyone called him Dairy, not because he liked being called Dairy (He hated it), but because "Dairy and Daisy" made a cute couple.

The last couple of days Daisy had felt very sick. She was nauseated, fatigued and had cramps that hurt like a bitch. But what really grabbed her attention was that she missed her period. She had been getting them regularly for about a year or 2, so for her to miss one was very odd. She had recalled her mother making a bad joke about being pregnant. and the joke involved her missing her period.

All sorts of thoughts rushed through her head, like her conscious was yelling at her. Starting with thoughts like "What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck???!!!" followed by thoughts like "How am i going to tell my parents?How am i going to tell Dairy? I thought Dairy used a rubber!" The longer this train of thought went on, it began to sound less like yelling and more like screaming.

"How the fuck am I going to raise a baby, I'm only 13!!!" That last thought echoed through her mind for what felt like hours. In reality all this happened in a couple of seconds, she had just woken up About 10 minutes earlier and still hadn't gotten out of bed yet. It was early in the morning, but all those stressful thoughts running through her head at light-speed made it feel like time itself was going faster.

As that last thought continued to echo in her head, tears rolled down her face as she entered a trance like state, luckily for her she was not in a trance for very long as she was interrupted by a sound that was so loud it could practically wake up the dead, the sound of a spaceship crashing.

Daisy ran down the stairs at a speed that would make the strongest star-ship engines blush. As soon as she hit the foot of the stairs, she tripped and fell flat on her face and screamed in pain. Daisy's mom, Hazel rushed over to her, sitting down beside her and holding Daisy in her arms in a single motion.

"Sweetie are you OK?" Hazel worried

Daisy's response was an unintelligible mess of words and cries.

"It's going to be OK, take some deep breaths and calm down" Hazel continued.

Daisy decided to follow her mother's advice and take some deep breaths, until finally she was able to comprehensively speak "Mom, what's happening?"

"It's alright Daisy, a ship crashed outside town." "Did anyone get hurt?"

"Well, we're going to be sending out an expedition to scavenge for parts, so we'll see if anyone

survived the crash"

Daisy blankly looked at her mother, she had stopped paying attention to what Hazel was saying, her earlier thoughts re-entered her mind and had stolen her attention. "Can you get up?" questioned Hazel 

Daisy nodded Hazel Helped Daisy off the floor and said "You gotta be more careful Daisy, Now go back upstairs and get dressed before someone sees you"

Daisy just now realized that she was still wearing her rather shabby nightgown, her cheeks turned red with embarrassment.

Daisy was so nervous that the words "yes mom" just barely escaped her mouth right before she ran back up the stairs, while she wasn't as fast as she was on the way down, her trip back up the stairs was still quick.

It's at this point that Daisy put on her usual attire, her uniform. Pretty much everyone on the moon had a basic uniform which consisted of a dark colored jumpsuit and black boots, though each moon colony does have it's own unique flair to spice things up. Not many people visit the moon nowadays so I feel like I have to explain something. That centuries ago, before the machines rose to power, the moon colonies weren't colonies in the traditional sense.

These were "amusement parks" their goal was primarily for entertainment, though apparently the massive staff of these parks did in fact live at their work. Daisy's Colony was themed around a historical period called the "Old West" and what that meant was that most people in Daisy's colony wore large hats that probably have a name but everyone just calls them cowboy hats, as well as a body length jacket (called a "Duster"} or a poncho. There were no attempts to replicate the clothing of women from the old west in the last couple of centuries just because of how unbelievably impractical they were. Daisy however, never felt the need to add anything to her uniform, she was content with her dark brown jumpsuit that was slightly darker than her own skin tone.

Daisy went back down stairs into the tavern her family owned (The tavern was designed to look just like one from the old west). She came from a big family, being the youngest of the bunch, seven sisters and five brothers all older than her each had a wide array of responsibilities including farming, cooking, accounting & more. The tavern always did good business, this was apparent given that it was the only tavern in town or the only "saloon" as the sign outside said.

Though it was still early in the morning, the tavern was fairly empty, the only other people that were there were one of her brothers, some of her sisters and their mother cleaning and setting up the place to open for lunch in a few hours.

Hazel noticed Daisy and asked "Are you feeling better now?" Daisy replied "Yes"

"Good, now go outside and wash the windows" "Yes mom"

Daisy grabbed a bucket, some cleaning solution and a mop, she then marched outside and prepared to wash the saloon's large windows. If you live on mars then that last statement probably confused you, so let me explain. While people on Mars have to live inside a series of large domes and interconnecting tunnels, people who live on the Earth's moon and Venus don't have to, Back when the Human Empire was building colonies across the solar system they had developed some sort of "terraforming" device that can change a planet's atmosphere to support human life, they originally planned to use this on every planet but after using it on Venus and the moons of the solar system, they decided to stop. The only historical document I found on the subject stated that the reason why they stopped was because it was "Hella expensive".

Daisy was washing the windows for a few minutes but immediately stopped, literally dropping everything as she caught her boyfriend Dairy in the corner of her eye. She ran over to him, calling

his name to get his attention. She was crying as she ran into Dairy's arms, she had wanted to hug him, but this was more of a squeeze than a hug.

"Hey, you OK?" asked Dairy

"I feel like my life is falling apart" replied Daisy "What's going on?"

"Dairy, I. . . I have so much to tell you"

Then a deep, masculine voice interrupted them "Darius!"

Daisy hadn't noticed that Dairy wasn't alone, he was with his father, Montell. Montell was tall and

muscular, wearing a black hat & duster with a large backpack and holding 2 laser rifles.

Montell said "Come on Darius, we need to leave now so we can get back before sunset. You know I can't see a damn thing in the Earthlight."

Dairy said "Can it wait a bit? This sounds important"

Montell replied "Your girlfriend can wait,

Besides..." Montell holds one of the rifles towards Dairy "It's about time I show you how to use one of these"

Dairy’s eyes light up "Oh my god really? that's awesome" those words probably sounded fine in his head but he was so excited that he blurted all those words out swiftly and sloppily. He then grabbed the rifle from his father's hand and showed it off to Daisy.

"Isn't this awesome?!" exclaimed Dairy

"Dairy, I really need to tell you something" said Daisy worryingly

"Yeah, yeah. I'll talk to you later about that. right now I've gotta go help my dad scavenge that

ship that crashed earlier"

Dairy and Montell leave before Daisy can get another word out.

Daisy cried as they left.

Daisy knew that she needed to tell Diary about her pregnancy, she knew that her family and even his family needed to know about it too. But she couldn't tell anyone, she was scared, she was ashamed and she was alone.

About two hours later there was an explosion in the general direction of where the ship crashed.

Daisy's heart immediately filled with worry and her mind filled with thoughts of the very real possibility that Dairy died in the explosion, but thankfully she didn't have very long to worry

about it, because something strange followed that explosion, something that never happened on the moon before,  a sandstorm.

The sandstorm caused mass hysteria across the colony, those that could hide inside their homes, everyone else ran inside the saloon to hide, before long the saloon was packed with people, more so than even the busiest nights the staff had ever seen.

There was a lot of commotion among the crowd in the bar, many fights broke out, many beers were drunk and many tears flowed down frightened faces, the whole thing was a mess. Granted a good tavern could only be so neat, but this was a new low. After an hour, everyone started to calm down, the sandstorm was still as strong as it was an hour ago but at least the people in the tavern were calm. But unbeknownst to them, the calm wouldn't last long, the calm turned into the dead silence of fear with a knock at the door.

"Who could be out there?" someone asked

"Can anybody survive out there?" Asked someone else This led to a very brief but equally spirited debate about whether or not they should open the door. This conversation was brought to a complete halt by one of the owners, Hazel, who was sick & tired of their bullshit. "Everyone shut up!" yelled Hazel in a very determined tone. "This is my Saloon and I call the shots around here!" Hazel continued "And I say that we open the doors and let 'em in!" If there was one person that nobody in town didn't want to mess with it was Hazel, partially because she owned the best/only place to get a good drink in town but also because she was just that vicious when she was angry that most townspeople would rather fight against the sheriff than her if given a choice (It's a good thing that she doesn't get angry too often).

The people closest to the door comply and open it. Someone stumbles through the door, but this person isn't from the colony, literally nobody recognizes this person at all. as this stranger begins to walk into the saloon, the door closes behind them. The Stranger was wearing what was once probably a nice set of space armor but by now it was very scuffed up, with a big crack along the breastplate. The armor was purple and white, with a White Rose in the middle of her Breastplate which itself was half purple and half white with the two colors being split diagonally.

Hazel stepped towards the stranger and asked "Who are you?" The Stranger replied "Don't worry about that, I'll be on my way when the storm clears"

The stranger walked further inside, slowly stumbling through the crowd until they hit the wall and sat on the floor.Hazel followed the stranger through the crowd and asked "are you alright? do you need anything"

"Just a bit of rest" replied the White Rose, the crowd around the stranger slowly got back to normal but no one dared to approach them. Daisy thought about confronting the stranger several times in the hopes they knew where Dairy and Montell were, but Daisy could never bolster up the courage. A big part of why Daisy was too afraid was because of the Stranger's helmet or more specifically the pitch black visor on the helmet, Daisy was irrationally scared of looking into it. Daisy had other things to do anyway, she needed to help her family now that the saloon was so full.

A couple of hours had passed and nothing had changed. Daisy went into the bathroom and took a cold, hard look at  herself through the  long bathroom mirror. She wasn't crying but she looked like she could at any moment, even the slightest implication that Dairy was dead would be enough to set her off. But at one point that thought did enter her mind, she thought "what if Dairy dies, never knowing that he's gonna be a daddy?" That thought haunted her, she didn't cry but a sense of dread overcame her heart. Then suddenly, the White Rose entered the bathroom.

The White Rose also walked towards the mirror (though the mirror was quite large so Daisy and the Stranger weren't close to each other). Daisy was scared to approach the stranger before, but this intimidated her far more. Daisy couldn't help but stare at the stranger, who was just staring into the mirror. there was a long and tense silence until finally, the Stranger asked "You OK?"

"Huh" replied Daisy, being caught off guard "Are you OK?" The Stranger repeated

"No, I guess not" replied Daisy, her voice trembling, being far too nervous to come up with a lie.

"Yeah, me neither" The stranger said while taking off her helmet, revealing That she had curly black hair (That wasn't particularly long, but definitely not short), a big scar across her face and having a mixed array of facial features (which doesn't sound odd at first, after all people being of mixed race is far more common now than it was a couple of centuries ago, but this woman looked like she had a little bit of each race in her).

Daisy was taken aback, studying the Stranger's appearance. The stranger said "My name's Scarly, What's yours?"

After an ever so brief pause, Daisy blurted out "D-Daisy" 

"Daisy, that's a pretty name" said Scarly

"Thanks" replied Daisy, the words faintly escaping her mouth Scarly slightly crouched, just enough to reach Daisy's eye level. Then she said "Now Daisy, I'm going to ask you something that might

seem a bit . . . personal. Is that OK?"

Daisy nodded that it would be

"Daisy . . . Are you pregnant?"

Daisy froze, completely stunned by the question, in her head she asked "how did she know?", the only sounds that she was capable of making were nervous whimpers

The silence in the room didn't last too long as it was interrupted by Scarly "Yeah, I had a feeling"

There was a lot of weight behind Scarly's words, the way she said them was fairly stoic but filled

with remorse.

It took a while for Daisy to finally speak, but when she finally did she asked "How-How did you

know?"

"I looked at you and just knew." "Have you seen this before?"

"Yeah, you can say that" said Scarly, followed by a deep sigh that itself was followed by a

question "Who touched you?" "Huh?" replied Daisy

"I Said Who touched you?" "um. . ."

"Who's baby are you carrying?"

"Darius' baby" this was the first time in a very long time that Daisy could recall calling Darius

by his actual name instead of his nickname Dairy. She was very nervous for this whole conversation. Hell, she was nervous for this whole day. it's understandable for her not to be thinking clearly.

"Who is this Darius?" asked Scarly as she was clearly trying to hide her anger.

"He's my boyfriend" "Boyfriend?"

"Yeah, we had sex for the first time a couple of weeks ago. but we've we've always been around for

each other, ever since we were kids"

"But you are kids, the both of you, right? "you're starting to sound like my mom"

Scarly said "Oh" while looking a little embarrassed. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing Daisy, just a little misunderstanding, that's all" "Huh?"

"Never mind that. where is Darius anyway?"

"He's out there, in that storm. He went to go scavenge that crashed ship"

"That was my ship, I doubt anyone would be able to find anything useful in that busted old thing."

"I'm worried that he's not coming back" "Don't worry Daisy, of course he'll be back" "you think so?"

"Yeah, I do" said Scarly in a confident tone of voice, she then inquired "How long ago did he leave?"

Daisy thought about it a little and said "5 hours, I guess" 

"Then he should be back pretty soon"

"What do you mean?"

"Well it took me 3 hours to get here, so it'll take 6 hours for him to get there and back"

Daisy finally began to smile a little bit, "yeah, i guess you're right"

"Well I hope you and Darius the best" Scarly stood up, put on her helmet and began to walk away

"Thank you" said Daisy who finally started to calm down.

 "It's nothing," said Scarly, walking out of the bathroom.

Daisy left the bathroom not too long after Scarly did, but in that brief time something happened to sink fear back into her heart, the loud sounds of a second explosion and that of a distant roar.

"What the hell was that?!" yelled one of the bar patrons at the top of his lungs, the rest of the crowd began to buzz shortly thereafter.

"Calm down everyone!" Yelled Hazel, desperately trying to get the crowd under control. But despite her attempts, the crowd became more frantic with the sound of a second roar.

This time it was different, the second roar was followed by the surprisingly loud sound of distant footsteps and by loud I mean so loud that the vibrations of the sound were so intense that the very ground underneath the saloon shook. Not only that but even the liquid in people's cups was slightly shaking too, some poor bastard was unlucky enough to spill beer all over himself.

The footsteps themselves were slow moving, but one could easily hear that they were rapidly getting closer to the saloon. This only made the crowd's morale even worse, none of these people ever experienced anything like this before, no sandstorms, no louder than life roars, no footsteps that shook the ground, The people in that saloon were screaming & panicking. They were scared shitless.

All except for 3 people, Hazel, Scarly & surprisingly Daisy. These 3 were able to keep their cool under the pressure.

During the commotion, A man pulled out a laser rifle and shot at Scarly, but Scarly just barely managed to dodge it. "What the Hell?!" Scarly yelled being reasonably pissed off. "This is all your

fault" said the man

"No it ain't" replied Scarly in an annoyed manner. "Yes it is, you come here from outta nowhere, and a sandstorm happens and whatever the fuck is outside is trying to kill us"

"You're loco"

Hazel barely managed to squeeze through the crowd to get to where Scarly and the man are and she said "Damn it BillyBob, I Told you not to fire in the saloon"

BillyBob responded "Well why don't you tell this bitch to go back where she came from and to take her damn problems with her?"

"Let me guess, He's an idiot" said Scarly Hazel silently nods in agreement

Immediately after, Hazel's Husband, Robert (The Sheriff) sneaks up behind BillyBob and knocks him out with a single punch.

"Thanks" Said Scarly

"No problem" said Robert "He was asking for a good punch"

The Footsteps suddenly stopped. The Sound of the footsteps was replaced by the not so distant sounds of laser fire, more roaring and a bloodcurdling scream. Not too long later the footsteps continued, but a little bit later, someone entered the saloon.

It Was Montell. He ran into the saloon, closing the door behind him. He had lost an arm, was panting from exhaustion and was bleeding profusely. He yelled "Arm yourselves. We have to defend our home!"

Those were his last words before a giant tail smashed through the front of the saloon, killing him instantly.

The sandstorm poured into the saloon as Montell died. The remnants of the saloon's interior were in absolute chaos, but Daisy didn't care, she was lost in thought. After seeing Dairy's Dad die her thoughts once again went to worry about Dairy. This time was different however, Now more than ever she was determined to find Dairy, whether he's dead or alive, she had to know.

As the storm began to clear, people were finally able to get a look at this creature and it was a real monster. It was so big that it's foot was about the size of the saloon itself, it's head was the size of a small star-ship and it's tail was almost as long as their biggest crop field. Everything about this monster was massive, except for the arms, by all accounts the arms were surprisingly tiny.

The people in the saloon freaked out at the sight of it, even Scarly let out a "Oh Shit".

Daisy stared into The giant lizard monster, she saw those sharp teeth it had and she believed that she was about to die. But before the monster could turn around and take a bite out of the colony's population, it was shot.

The shot originated from outside the saloon, the person behind the gun was Dairy. Dairy was bruised, battered and bleeding, but when Daisy saw him she didn't see any of that, she just saw Dairy, the boy she loved.

Daisy called out to him with a smile upon her face as she was never so happy to see him.

Dairy called out to her too, looking really happy to see her as well.

But what Dairy didn't notice was that his shot got the monster's attention and the monster ran over to him and bit him in half, completely devouring everything above Dairy's waist.

Daisy was in tears, she fell to her knees and then collapsed on the floor. No matter what she couldn't stop herself from crying.

But what the monster didn't realize was that easting people wasn't good for it. It was not an actual creature but a robot designed to look like a creature and eating a whole human torso in one

gulp got it stuck in one of the robots vital systems, the one that allows it to move. The Monster's legs stopped working.

Scarly took this opportunity to grab BillyBob's Laser Rifle and sneak behind the monster. She then jumped on the monster's back and climbed up it. The Monster tried to shake her off when she got to it's head. Then Scarly stuck the laser rifle into the monster's eye and overloaded it to explode as she slid down the monster's back, painfully crashing onto the ground at high velocity.

The explosion killed the monster, making it's large body fall to the ground. It did land on a building on the way down but no one was inside so nobody cared, well almost nobody at least.

BillyBob woke up to see lots of people cheering in relief, they were ecstatic to come out of this alive, but not BillyBob, he was furious because the monster fell on his house, completely destroying it and everything inside.

BillyBob saw Scarly struggle to get up and picked up a laser rifle he found on the ground. They're quite common in the colony so there were several scattered along the saloon's messy floor. As Scarly got up and slowly started walking, BillyBob aimed his gun and said "You Damn, Dirty Bitch, you destroyed my house!"

Robert got in between BillyBob and Scarly and said "Easy now, just put the gun down"

BillyBob responded "That bitch deserves to pay for what she's done"

It's OK, we'll build you a new house, just relax"

While this conversation was happening Scarly was messing around with her helmet, it was broken when she fell at this point in the conversation she gives up trying to fix it and throws it onto the ground. But apparently she was listening to the conversation. She finally joined in and asked "Hey, if this town is inspired by the Old West, does that mean dueling is legal?"

"A Duel?" asked Robert "Well, technically yes, but there hasn't been a duel in these parts for generations." "What do you say BillyBob, you interested?"

BillyBob Took a second to think and then began to laugh a bit "You think you can take me? Now

that's rich. I Accept the offer"

It didn't take long to set up the duel, before long the 2 duelists found themselves nearly twice the distance of the saloon's length from each other. 

Robert declared "When This coin hits the ground you both fire, last person standing wins"

Robert tossed the coin in the air, Back before the empire started messing with the Moon's atmosphere this coin flip would have been impossible due to its low gravity, but it didn't take too

long for the coin to hit the ground on that day. The anticipation was intense while that coin was

in the air, audience members swear that the time it took for the coin to land felt significantly longer than it actually was.

When the coin finally landed, Scarly had drawn first, but yet BillyBob had hit her first, you see BillyBob was armed with a laser rifle while Scarly was armed with some antique that she likes to

carry around called a "Revolver". There are 2 major differences between these weapons that you must know. First, A laser weapon is much faster than a projectile weapon and that's why it hit first,

but Scarly's armor was able to take a laser shot to the chest even after being so beaten up. Second, That a laser weapon typically can't kill a person, most laser weapons are modified EMP technology  that we used to fight off the robots all those years ago, they're made for killing robots, not people. They can stun people but not kill them (well maybe if they had a heart condition or something), but Scarly's Gun, that "Revolver", that's designed to kill people, and by kill people I mean fucking obliterate them.

Scarly hit BillyBob right in the head with her hand cannon, his head exploded into a million pieces. People in the crowd began screaming, they weren't prepared to see another man die and they had never seen a man's head explode before.

Scarly began to walk away but she was suddenly stopped by Robert

Robert yelled "What the Hell is wrong with you,? You just killed that man!"

"He agreed to a duel, he knew the consequences"

"The hell he did! I didn't even know the consequences!" "He was asking for someone to put him out of his misery" Robert felt a chill down his spine "You're sick" "Whatever"

Scarly walked out of the town, wandered across the surface of the moon until she eventually

stumbled on another colony.

It turns out that Scarly actually did have a part to play in starting all this, when her ship crashed it crashed right on top of a lost, forgotten secret underground lab and the sandstorm wasn't really a sandstorm but a bunch of dust flowing from the centuries old lab into the atmosphere. The second explosion was caused by a damaged battery in Scarly's ship and that explosion freed the monster from the underground lab. I've been doing a lot of research and it turns out that that monster was based on an ancient Earth creature called a "Tyrannosaurus-Rex", apparently there was going to be another amusement park/colony themed around these ancient beasts called "Dinosaurs" but the plans were quickly scrapped when the machines began to take over. To think that we come from the same planet as that thing is pretty bizarre.

Daisy on the other hand never gave much thought to that. She was permanently scarred by the events of this day, Dairy's death especially. She eventually told her family that she was pregnant and they were able to comfort and care for her. She ended up naming the child after his father,

The boy she loved, Darius.

[wormbraind]

This too shall pass.

I had written it in sharpie and attached it to my fridge with a Hello Kitty magnet. It used to be a comfort.

Now it's second nature for me to crumple it up and throw it in the trash bin every morning. I don't even let myself look at it anymore; it feels like bad luck, somehow.

I can still feel the ache in my bones from my last death. Nothing carries over from the last loop except for phantom pain, as if the knife is still in me. When I bring my hand to my abdomen I half expect it to come to away sticky with blood, but there's nothing there.

There's been something I've been wanting to do--maybe wanting is the wrong word. It feels like a responsibility.

I turn on my phone. Usually they stay on for a while, but I can never be sure. I scroll down my contacts list. Most of my friends and family have some sort of nickname, an inside joke or a bad pun, but I just put my father's full name. It felt wrong to do anything else.

I call him.

He picks up on the second ring. "Em?"

I feel small. Em is a little kid, their father's child, a joy and a delight. No one has called me that in years.

"Hi, Dad," I say, suddenly horribly conscious of how my voice sounds.

"How are things?"

"Same as always." I chuckle quietly. "Sorry."

"No, it's--it's good to have humor. Not much else we have."

"We have our family," I say, unable to disguise the hope in my voice.

"Yeah. You're in LA, right? How is it?"

"It's the goddamn Purge up here. Surprised the news hasn't reached you. Maybe they killed all the journalists--honestly, I'd believe it, they're annoying."

"I told you not to move to a big city. Maybe it'll calm down with time."

"We've got nothing but time." I paused. "What do you think is gonna happen? I mean, after we're stuck in this for centuries?"

He's quiet just long enough for me to start to worry. "You used to ask me questions like that about dying. Eternity is a long time, and honestly, sweetie, I have no idea. I imagine we'll all go insane enough to block it out. Or just pick up some new hobbies--I'm thinking of trying crochet."

"Huh. Never pegged you for a crochet guy."

"Desperate times call for desperate measures."

"Does coming to visit your only child count as a desperate measure?" I know I'm pushing it but I can't help it.

"Maybe next loop I can try to find my way over there. I've got a sturdy van."

I smile, even though he can't see. "ODL?" I say it od-el, just like I always have.

"I traded her in for a newer model. Relatively speaking. This one's still older than you."

"Then I guess I'll see you--" Even now I want to say tomorrow but that's not right. March 22nd will never come. "--next loop."

Hearing the sentence "this too shall pass" must be infuriating if you're in a time loop

[softykooky]

sanctuary: seven

summary: the absence of you is a void that they never thought they’d have to experience again. they were fine before they met you. but the sky would fall before the boys would be fine after you’ve gone. 8.03k words.

genre: mafia au, ANGST, poly au

pairing: ot7 x reader

warnings (READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION) :  toxic and dysfunctional familial relationships, mentions of domestic abuse (physical and verbal), swearing, ptsd & trauma, poor mental health, mentions of anxiety & panic attacks, eating problems, alcohol abuse, abandonment issues...

rating: NC17

author’s note: okay I lied there’s going to be another part! I just couldn’t fit all that I wanted and I figured it was better to give you guys something now instead of making you wait another century for me to wrap up the story. please let me know if I forgot anyone in the taglist! please let me know what you think, and I hope you enjoy!

♡ series masterpost ♡ 

Just leave.

Just leave.

Just leave.

Like a cruel rhythm or a drum that keeps on beating in your chest to remind you of the pain that rips through your heart. 

You’re such a fool, Y/N. 

Should you blame them for growing tired of you? Even snapping at you like they did, or did you deserve it? It was so easy for you to wither back into the mindset your father had trained you to adapt at the slightest intrusion. Now, after that massacre in the kitchen with the people you trusted with your whole being, you weren’t sure if it was possible to think otherwise. 

Through the warm tears that have clouded your eyes, frantically stuffing the little belongings you have into a backpack is otherworldly difficult. Your heart hurts. Your soul hurts. Your entire being hurts and you can only wonder how many times a person can be pushed aside and unwanted until they just completely break. You wonder how close you are to that point. 

There’s anger running through your veins, cocktailed with devastation and confusion, but you’re not sure what it is you’re angry at. Were you angry at them? Could you ever be angry at them, even after they did something like this? You weren’t sure what to feel anymore, but that wasn’t important. 

There was one objective in sight: pack up and get the hell out before you let anyone else completely destroy you. 

But even then, you can’t help but to think about how they hadn’t even bothered to come after you. None of them did. And it ignites a different fire of pain that you’re finding harder to ignore. You’re halfway through shoving your shirts into the backpack when a soft voice sounds from your doorway. Jun is standing there, fiddling with her apron and warm sympathy on her face. 

“Y/N, sweetie, they’re just...maybe give them some time. Please don’t go”, Jun sighs. 

“No, Jun. They don’t want me here anymore”, your voice cracks at the realization. “I’m not going to stay and be unwanted. I won’t do it again. I-I can’t.”

When the last item is tucked into the pocket of your bag, you swing it onto your shoulder. The weight of the backpack feels as though it’s pulling you deeper into the ground. Like you are sinking and there is nothing you can do but wait until your head is submerged. 

“Jun…” you breathe out, wiping away a warm stray tear, “could you...could you tell them that I’m sorry? I-I’m not sure what for, I guess for everything. But could you just tell them?”

Jun nods solemnly, though the reluctance is clear on her expression. Even she can recognize that you have nothing to apologize for. “I will, honey. Are you sure about this?”

“I have no choice, Jun. I love them and I-” you cut yourself off. 

This is the first time you’ve been able to say it out loud. You love them. You’ve fallen in love with them and the timing could not be worse. But all in all, you consider yourself lucky. There was no way you would have recovered if you confessed and all seven of them inevitably rejected it. Perhaps this fight just saved you the great pain of knowing they cannot love you back. 

“And I need to go.” 

You’d have to leave before dinner. Through the back door.  The one that no one thinks you know about but as always, no man gives you nearly enough credit as you deserve. You’ll tell the guards you’re going out for a walk and pray they don’t question the overstuffed backpack you’re hauling. You’ll just open it and run and…

Find a new home? A new life? Find a new set of souls that will cherish and care for you and make you feel like you’re actually meant to be in this world? 

You love them. That much you know is true. And perhaps people like you weren’t meant to have love in this world. 

“You’re excused, Lee. Be grateful you’re still here.” The venom in Namjoon’s voice remains clear as day, even after your ungraceful departure from the kitchen. You had left so abruptly with so few words that they weren’t able to even try and stop you. 

They still can’t see straight through the searing anger that pulses through their entire being. Anger at the world, and the traitors, and the idiotic rookie that lost them thousands in shipments. 

But the anger at you had faded a long time ago, the moment you bolted out of the kitchen and up the stairs. However, the boys were nothing if not stubborn. Why did you have to get in the way of their business? Why couldn’t you just remain kept away, for them to keep safe and away from the dangers of the outside world?

Jimin is the first one to make a move to the staircase, up to where you were packing, trying to be stealthy until the leader catches a glance of him. 

“Jimin. Stop. Just let her cool off”, Namjoon sighs, pinching the space between his eyebrows to relieve his tension headache. He was usually the sensible one. The leader of the pack telling everyone to keep their cool. But the load on his shoulders has been getting far too heavy and you were the light breeze that caused it to collapse. 

“You should wait to calm down before you talk to her, anyway. That vein in your forehead might pop out of your skin”, Hoseok snidely remarks. 

Jimin scoffs, running a hand through his hair for the umpteenth time that day. 

“Everything we’ve been doing has been for her best interest. Why is she making this so difficult?”, he exhales, frustration still licking at every word. But with a mere glance at Jimin, anyone in the room could tell that he truly held no antipathy towards you. That his words were coming from an unresolved pool of anger that had been bubbling away for ages.

“You don’t think she means it, do you?”, Taehyung mutters, eyebrows still creased in intensity. “The leaving part?”

“Where could she go Taehyung? We’re all she has at this point”, Yoongi speaks. A layer of irony coats the room as Yoongi remembers the words he had spat at you in the heat of the moment. A vicious declaration to tell you to leave, and he feels a string of guilt twining itself around his lungs. He numbs it away, of course. As he does everything else. 

Jin takes a deep breath. “Listen, we’re all stressed and sleep-deprived. Why don’t we just calm down separately and talk it over at dinner? I’m sure by then, this whole thing will be completely forgotten.” His words sound sure and steady. Jin hopes they don’t notice the worry that bleeds into his voice. 

A chorus of agreements and hums quietly sound across the room as the seven of them shuffle out of the kitchen and slowly saunter into their respective rooms. And as they tiptoe past your bedroom, where your door was shut tight, the boys can’t help but feel the rationality that has begun to trickle back in. The logic and reason that had abandoned them during the fight had slowly returned, and the thought of you on the other side of that door made them all want to barge in and hold you again. 

Maybe they overreacted. Maybe they were wrong. Pride, however, was a stern mistress, and the potential consequences of their actions hadn’t yet reached their thoughts. They hadn’t realized the poison of their words.

 They would wait a bit longer. 

Everything would be okay after dinner. 

The first thing you realize after leaving is that you chose the wrong pair of shoes to attempt an escape on foot. Of course, you had to be wearing the new ones that the boys just bought you that hadn’t been broken in yet. The heel was digging into your skin painfully, undoubtedly leaving red marks and calluses. Your feet ached with every step, but you had to soldier on. At least until you found somewhere to rest for a bit and figure out where the hell you would go.

 A glance down at your phone has you eternally grateful for your past self for remembering to charge it. Hopefully it would last you until you found somewhere for the time being. 

There was no more family in the country besides your immediate ones. And you’d rather swallow knives than go back to that. The thought of them makes you sad though when you remember Soyeon.

 You wonder how she’s doing. The things she’s been up to. Is she shopping as much as she always does? Is she happy? Does she miss you? The train of thought makes you scoff at your own patheticism. Even after everything, you couldn’t find it in yourself to hate her. You would always love your sister. 

The Bangtan manor hadn’t been as far away from the city as you had thought. On the other hand, you weren’t exactly paying attention to the time. Just let your feet carry you where they wanted to and stared blankly at the passing ground, trying to empty your thoughts as best you could. The sky was beginning to darken and the wind blew a bit colder but you refused to let it slow your pace. You couldn’t let yourself feel. Not yet, anyway. 

The first motel you see is the one you enter. It’s not grand by any means; more of a fixer-upper. The wallpaper was peeling, the carpet reeked of age and dust, and the receptionist was chewing gum and scrolling absentmindedly on her phone. The place was a dump compared to what the likes of you tended to live in. But you had limited cash, and this would have to do. 

It takes you three times clearing your throat for her to notice that a customer was at the front desk. 

“Hello. I’d like a room with one bed, please.” 

She doesn’t hide her blatant scrutinization of you, visibly looking you up and down with something akin to disapproval. Her phone is tossed on the counter annoyedly and she snaps her gum, wheeling her chair closer to the computer and clacks away on the keyboard. 

“ID and payment, please”, she drones, holding out a hand without sparing you another glance. When she looks at the card you have placed in her palm, there is a spark of recognition. The Yoo family name. She must have seen your name in the paper or something. The ambassador’s daughter. In a place like this?

You are eternally grateful when the receptionist says nothing; just hands you back your card and dangles a key from her red-nail polished index finger. You two exchange no more words. The only sounds in the lobby are the clinking of the metal key, the padding of your footsteps on soft carpet, and the smacking of the bubblegum between her lips. But it is enough to begin to allow the loneliness in. The fear of it all. The uncertainty and utter devastation that you have left behind the one place that had just started to feel like home. 

When the door of your motel room closes, and it is just you... 

You with the clothes on your back, the necessities in your bag, and all the feelings you have kept bottled up for weeks on end. It is more than easy to collapse in a cathartic heap as soon as the lock clicks in place. 

Who cares if the walls are paper-thin? You scream it out on the undoubtedly dirty floors. The agony of being so close to happiness only to have it ripped away from your hands. The pain of knowing them, only for them to push you out of their lives. 

You don’t weep for anyone else. Not the seven boys you loved, not Soyeon, not your father, not Jun. 

You cry for Y/N. 

You cry for the realization that maybe the thing you’ve been chasing your entire life is simply not in reach. That peace was something you had to fight for, completely alone. That they don’t love you back, or even nearly as much as you loved them. If they did, you wouldn’t be here, desperately trying to hold yourself together for what seems like the billionth time. If they loved you back, well...you reckon that reality only exists in your surreal dreams. 

There were distant cousins. In the states. And if you could get a hold of them, you had faith they would be willing to fly you over. You could spin an excuse at the drop of a hat. Maybe something about wanting to see America for a while and get away from your normal routine in Seoul. Something about needing space or enjoying time with missed relatives. They’d believe it. You’ll leave as soon as you can, hopefully in the morning. 

Naturally, this night is sleepless and you swear the sky is darker than usual. It’s starless, and even the moon is nowhere to be seen, hidden behind overcast clouds and you want to cry even more. Because after everything, is it still too much to let you feel the light? Is it still too much to let you rest under a gentle nightscape? 

You make a promise to yourself. To Y/N. 

You wouldn’t let her chase after pipe dream happiness anymore. You wouldn’t let her be so naive, so hopeful for something better. You’ve had your chance at finding it, and after more bumps and bruises, have come to the conclusion that maybe it merely does not exist for you. 

You promise her a lifetime of loneliness and solitude. But those are familiar things. Comfortable things. And you would take that over a broken heart any day. 

As soon as they fell onto their respective beds, all seven of them had drifted off to sleep. It seemed that days of constant work, chugging black coffee, and pulling consecutive all-nighters had taken its toll, and the boys finally caught up to the pure, unadulterated exhaustion. 

The seven of them slept through the night, plans of dinner completely forgotten as they glued themselves to the comfortable bedding. Unfortunately, with needed rest came a clear mind and the realization that they had been completely and utterly horrible to you ever since it all went down. 

Jungkook is the first to wake up. He brushes his teeth and slips on an outfit with a rapid fervor, ready to put everything behind him and just...hold you. Because he realizes it’s been weeks since he actually has, and maybe that’s just the thing he’s been needing. To feel your frame in his arms and hear your soft breathing. 

“Taehyung! Get up!” Jungkook pounds on the door of his hyung’s room. He hears shuffling from the other side, and a rustled bedhead emerges from a dark cavern.

“What Jungkook? It’s too early for this”, he grumbles, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. 

“Hyung we all slept like the dead through dinner. I’d rather not let this whole thing with Y/N marinate for any longer. Get up and let’s talk it through, I know you miss her like crazy too.” Jungkook does his best to keep his voice down since you were still sleeping in the room beside Taehyung’s. He has to round up all of them first before asking you to come out. 

So he does. Sweeps his floor and the one above to awaken the other six men. Jin and Namjoon were the only others who were dressed and ready to tackle the day. The rest of them moved like zombies to rid themselves of the sleepy fatigue. 

Somehow, they all manage to congregate in front of your door, nervously staring it down while the tension in the air choked them. It’s unnerving. The radio silence coming from your room. You must be really upset, and reasonably so. Hoseok clears his throat, twisting his hands together out of nerves, and glances at the others. 

“Well? Should I knock?”, he whispers. The other six nod solemnly, glaring at the door like it might combust at any moment. 

He steps forward gingerly and raps on your bedroom door thrice. The seconds trickle by like molasses, even slower when there is no sound from your end.

 He knocks again.

 Nothing.

 A third time. 

Complete and utter silence. 

“Y/N?”

Hoseok’s eyebrows deeply furrow, and with trepidation, he twists the doorknob and swings it open. The bedsheets are made, duvet untouched and pillows stacked neatly against the headboard. The curtains are drawn and everything looks fairly clean. Almost as if there was no one in there in the first place. Now that he looks closer, the only sign of you being there was the vase of brown and wilting peonies on the bedside table. The ones they had gotten for you months ago. Even your scarce amount of belongings were nowhere to be found. 

In the ache of the silence, nothing can be heard but their utter shock. Their minds jumping to the worst conclusion but still in denial because there’s no way that you would do that. No way they could have lost you when they all loved you so much. 

“M-maybe she’s in the basement. Or the library. I’m sure she didn’t….she hasn’t….”, Jimin cuts himself off as he drifts off into all the terrible possibilities. Namjoon yells at the guards downstairs from the second floor, and the sounds of their rushed footsteps to find you in this giant house is the only noise that reaches their ears. 

“Jun!” Taehyung hollers down below, where she is undoubtedly fussing away in the kitchen or slaving over a boiling pot. The woman calmly emerges upstairs with a sharp gaze, head held high and shoulders stiff in her posture. There is no emotion on her face, except the faint disappointment as she stands in front of the seven men.

“Where is she?”, Yoongi growls, stepping forward like a huffing beast, but Jun remains unbothered.

“Where is who?” Jun monotones. 

“Don’t play dumb, Jun. Where is Y/N?” She scoffs at the concern dripping in Yoongi’s voice. How ironic that the very person who maliciously told you to leave was now in pieces at your absence. 

“I was surprised you even noticed. It’s not something you’ve been doing as of late. Noticing”, Jun calmly retorts. She’s never been one to be afraid of them. Never scared to stand up to them, because though they were grown men, they often still needed some mothering. 

“What the fuck does that even mean?” Jungkook spits, frustratedly gripping at his hair.

“Is it not true, boys? Y/N’s been practically invisible to you these past few weeks. Who knew it would take a mere fight to finally get you guys to pay attention to her.” Jin’s reflex is to immediately respond with an argument. But the words die on his tongue when he realizes the truth in Jun’s statement.

The seven of them stare at her in silence, still high-strung on stress and anger, but intent to listen to her words. 

“She left.”

The two words that they had been so desperate not to hear sound like a death knell when they fall from Jun’s lips. Their blood runs cold, and the temperature in the house drops to subzero. A moment frozen in time and all they can do is be forced to come to terms with their actions . The room immediately explodes into desperate questions and exclamations to their head housekeeper.

“Where is she? Did she say where she’s going”, Hoseok tearily yells.

“Did she leave a note?” Jungkook chews on his lower lip until it bleeds.

“When did she leave? She couldn’t have gotten far.” Jimin grabs Jun by the shoulders, forcing her closer as if he could look in her eyes and pretend she was lying.

“Excuse me if I am speaking out of turn, Sir”, Jun clears her throat, “but what did you think was going to happen?”

The seven of them are stunned into silence, swimming in utter confusion and worry about where in the world you could be. If you were in danger at all. 

“She’s been left by herself for weeks. In this big, cold house while you all were wrapped up in your business. Tried talking to you so many times, but you all pushed her away.” Jun sighs disappointedly.

Her words ring with truth, and perhaps that is the most painful part about it all. The boys can’t do anything but stand there and listen. You were dear to Jun, and she wouldn’t let the fear of standing up to her intimidating bosses keep her from saying the things you didn’t have the courage to. 

“Y/N, she...she’s been struggling. Did she tell you that? Wouldn’t sleep for days, so I sometimes snuck melatonin into her afternoon tea. But still, she’d come out of that bedroom with dark circles that almost looked painful. I’m surprised you didn’t hear her toss and turn all night, Taehyung.” Jun spares him a glance. Not malicious or accusing. Just genuine curiosity and it makes Taehyung want to burrow himself into the ground. 

Namjoon’s heart drops as Jun continues speaking. How could they have been so oblivious to everything? So out of touch and wrapped up in other priorities that they seemed to completely forget about you? Arguably the most important person in their life. 

“Sometimes, she even refused to eat. Couldn’t even stomach a cup of soup, and she’s gotten so thin, I had to tailor all her clothes.” 

Jin’s eyes widen at the statement, his throat in knots and the sinking feeling in his gut only magnifying. Like ice water to warm skin. That’s how Jun’s words felt to their system. Like they had been so blind this entire time, so distracted by everything else that they forgot someone who had become one of the most important people to them. 

“Forgive me for speaking my truth, sir. But I’ve never quite felt such disappointment when I heard the things you said to Y/N yesterday. A-And I don’t condone her decision to leave. But can you blame her?” Jun sighs, exasperated as her worry for you seeps into her consciousness. 

Jimin pushes away the tears that have clouded his eyes, looking down at the marble floors so that no one sees the gloss that wasn’t there before Jun started speaking. He pretends not to notice the way Jungkook’s tremulous and shaky breathing, or the way Yoongi’s fisted hands have turned completely white from the tension. All he can think about...all they can think about...is you. 

Hoseok coughs, clearing his throat and steeling his voice to not show emotion. “Did she tell you where she was going?”

Jun shakes her head solemnly, twisting her apron in her hands. The boys begin to make their way downstairs, tension in the air thicker than ever and only one priority clear in their minds.

“However…”, Jun’s small voice stops them in their concentrated footsteps. “While she was packing, she told me to say one thing to you all.”

It’s expectant. They almost don’t want to hear it at all. Hearing it would affirm that they are completely undeserving of you. That you are an angel among beasts whose love language is to destroy and wreck. That maybe leaving them would be the best thing to happen to you. 

“She told me to tell you she’s sorry. For everything.”

Everything is what you deserved. Everything is what they would do to prove that to you. 

Korea from the view of your aunt’s private jet was a bittersweet revelation. It was beautiful. So achingly and hauntingly beautiful with the ghosts of your past and the shattered promises for the future. If you squint, you could still make out remnants of the Han River. Traces of a place that seemed to cry for you as you left for the states.

You didn’t want to be truthful to yourself. You didn’t want to admit that you wouldn’t miss Korea because of the people or the landscape or the weather. You’d miss it because they were there. That home had been so close you could nearly taste it. 

The trip was a chaotic blur. You faded in and out of sleep, in a hypnotic trance that proved to be your body’s self-defense mechanism to repress every emotion you had felt since you left. Stewardesses offering you flutes of champagne, drivers loading and unloading your luggage, the words of everyone around you flowing in and out like a stream of water that you ignored. 

“I trust everything is to your satisfaction, Y/N? Really, you must come visit more often. Your uncle and I have missed you terribly.” 

Your aunt had always been a kind woman. She was from your mother’s side, and like everyone else, so oblivious to the true nature of the Yoo family. How sinister things truly were behind those closed, gold-plated doors. Their house was grand, large enough so that you could make yourself scarce and wouldn’t be a disturbance. Though you couldn’t help but to notice the lack of boyish voices drifting down the hall, or the rhythm of Taehyung’s hands on the keyboard in the room next to you. 

You offer a kind smile to the butler, who gently sets your singular backpack on the plush bed that screamed out your name. 

“Thank you so much for everything, Aunt Kim. I promise I’ll transfer over the money for the plane fees and carry my weight around here for the time being.” 

Your words make you nearly wince with the uncertainty of your wobbly plans. Where would you even get the money? Ask your father? Ask them? 

“I....I promise to be out of your hair as quickly as I can”, you shakily breathe, failing to convince yourself. Yet your aunt only holds a kind smile and a warm gaze.

“Stay as long as you want, dear. It’s the least we could do to repay everything your family has done for us over the years. Especially your father.”

You know you cannot blame her oblivion. Not when it is such a well-guarded secret. Yet her words douse kerosene to the fire in your chest. Tugs at the stitches of the subconscious wounds you have yet to heal. It makes you remember them. Your boys. How they would burn at hearing such words, grit their teeths and spit poison at anyone who held your father’s name in a high regard.

Or would they? After everything, you’re not so sure anymore. Painful or not, it makes you miss them even more. 

So you smile. Bite your tongue, hold your fists at your side, and thank her again for the kindness she has shown you when you had nowhere else to run. America felt different. The air itself seemed like a culture shock. Being the ambassador’s daughter had prepared you for fluency in English and how to carry yourself diplomatically, but the journey ahead was bound to be rough. 

For the first time in your life, you would be the only one you had to care for. Not Soyeon, not your mother, not Bangtan. You’d have to do this by yourself, now, and though all the emotions you have locked away will inevitably return to confront you, this sanctuary for now would have to be enough.

You were surprisingly more difficult to find than the boys had expected. Traveling alone with no clunky belongings meant you were able to move more quickly than they had anticipated and the motel you stayed at was paid for in all cash. However, nothing in the city could really happen under Bangtan’s watch, and here you were. Video footage displayed on the screen of their basement office, and they can only feel heartache as they watch you through the screen. 

“She checked out in the morning. Got picked up by a gray SUV and taken to the airport.” Taehyung drones, eyes still glued to the screen. Like looking at your pixelated face would bring you closer to him somehow. He missed you. They all did. 

“The plane’s not registered with any public company, so I’m guessing it’s a private one belonging to her family.” Taehyung adds on, leaning forward in his chair to rest his elbows on the table. The air was tense with frustration. Anger at themselves and at each other for letting his happen. For making you run away. 

“Any idea where it’s going?” Yoongi quietly murmurs from the end of the long table. 

“America.” 

America. You felt so discouraged and hurt by them that you had to go all the way to America. They did this. This is their fault.

“So? What are we waiting for? Tell the guards to prep the jet to America. We’ll bring her back”, Jimin gawks at Namjoon, who nurses a glass of scotch like it’s his lifeline. The room falls silent awaiting their leader’s course of action, but the six of them are left speechless when Namjoon himself starts laughing. The kind of laugh that sends chills down their spines. So raucous yet emotionless. So full of hidden pain. Namjoon tips the rest of the glass down his throat, looking at them all with a hopeless expression. 

“What makes you think she wants to see us? After what we put her through? Hell, I’d be surprised if she lets us within a 10 foot radius.” Namjoon’s words are cruel, but they can’t help but to believe it to be true. 

“N-No. She’ll understand that we were stressed. I-If we just explain everything, I’m sure she’ll-”

“Don’t you remember what happened in the kitchen? What Jun said? She’s been withering away for weeks, Jimin, and none of us gave enough of a fuck to notice. We made her feel invisible.” Namjoon chuckles, but there is only pain in his tone. One that he drowns out with another swig of top-shelf whiskey. 

“We can fix it. We can go to America and fix it”, Hoseok stares down the leader, insistent on making efforts. 

“No we can’t Hoseok”, Jin’s brows furrow, eyes lighting with fire, “Jun said she didn’t sleep. She didn’t eat. I wouldn’t take us back either.” 

The boys know better than to take it personally. They were all heartbroken in the wake of your leaving, so desperate to get to you yet ashamed of themselves, apprehensive of if they even have the right to chase after you. 

Jungkook leaps up from his seat, chest huffing and hands raking violently through his hair. He paces back and forth, eyes swimming in hurt and frustration until it all seemed to combust through his body, flinging his office chair to the side to find any form of catharsis. 

He spares a poisoned glance over to Yoongi’s direction, who still sits with his eyes glued to the floor, as if ashamed of his mere existence. 

“You.” The malice in Jungkook’s voice is crystal clear.Yoongi’s shirt collar is acquaintanced with Jungkook’s fisted hand, and he grips onto the older man like a viper to its prey. As if blunt force could make you come back. The other five boys could only watch. 

“You did this. You told her to leave. Now she’s gone. I loved her, Yoongi.” Though Jungkook’s words are pumped with antipathy, the sheer devastation is heard most through it all. Yoongi doesn’t fight back. Doesn’t even make a move to push the younger off or shield himself from oncoming hits. Just sits passively with a monotone expression, staring into Jungkook’s eyes with a blank gaze.

“You’re not faultless. You yelled at her too.” 

No, none of them are faultless. And perhaps Yoongi’s words were the nails in the coffin, but they all had part in pushing you to that brink. Jungkook’s eyes gloss over with defeat, and the grip he had on Yoongi’s shirt loosens. He steps away, unable to meet any of the gazes of his older brothers or the footage of your distressed face on the flat screen monitor. Leave. That’s all he’s known to do.

“Jungkook?” Yoongi holds no anger in his voice. It stops Jungkook in his tracks as he waits for his hyung to finish. 

“I loved her too. We all do.”

They can only pray they’ll get to tell you. 

The diner two blocks away from your aunt’s apartment complex is the last place anyone would expect Ambassador Yoo’s eldest daughter to be, much less employed at. You had spent the last two weeks scouring the area for a place that would take a girl with no prior work experience, a pending student visa, and no contacts or references. But here you were, working a minimum wage job and saving every penny to make something of yourself in this entirely new country. 

It hasn’t been easy. Trying not to think about the seven boys that you left back home. The seven boys that you love so desperately and hopelessly, and foolishly thought they felt the same. It’s in the wee hours of the night that you toss and turn, closing your eyes and imagine yourself back at their manor. You will your brain to manifest the clacking sounds of Taehyung’s keyboard from across the wall or the footsteps of Yoongi’s bulky shoes when he walks past your door every night. 

You miss them compulsively so. And perhaps they do not deserve your thoughts or heartache, but it belongs to them. Even after everything, you still belong to them. But you won’t give yourself the luxury of thinking you mean more than someone who they took pity on. 

The days are the same. You get up early in the morning, put on a pot of coffee by yourself much to the disapproval of the housekeeper. Though it’s baby steps, you feel more independent this way. The coffee is terrible, of course, but it’s the thought that counts. 

You leave before your aunt even leaves her bedroom, dedicated to your full-time job and earning money whenever you can. The pay is almost humorous, and a week’s worth of your labor probably equates to what Soyeon spends in a day. But it is your work. Your money. And though everyday starts and ends with heartache and longing for a life you once had in your grasp, it feels refreshing to learn to only need yourself. 

“Y/N”, your manager sighs as you stumble through the door with frazzled hair and painfully dark under eyes. “You’re late.”

“I know, I know, I’m so sorry. Traffic was insane this morning. It won’t happen again.” Your hair is expertly swept back into a haphazard bun, fiddling with the apron around your waist before jumping to the orders that have begun to get cold on the counter. 

The work was simple. Slow. But it was honest and enough for you. The diner was calm; a refreshing environment from the one you had in Korea. 

“Here you are, sir. Black coffee and a side of toast”, you muttered in a sugary sweet voice, fake smile stretched on your face to hide the perpetual pain in your chest that has not went away since you left the Bangtan house. It’s easier these days to just not think about it. To completely repress the trauma of your father and the boys and the failed therapy. The smile drops as soon as you turn around to walk back to the counter. 

“Rough morning?” Lina’s voice is gravelly, rough from the coffee and 15-minute smoke breaks she takes every lunch. 

“Something like that.” You collapse onto the cashier counter, holding your head in your hands to will away the pounding ache of your temples. 

“First it was me completely sleeping through the morning alarm. Then it was the bus detouring and making five extra stops they usually don’t”, you huff.

“Y/N?”

“And don’t get me started on the fact that I decided to drop my phone in a puddle when I was running here.”

“Y/N.” Lina’s voice cuts through your venting monologue. She stares past you, as if there was something behind you captivating her attention. 

“I think someone is staring at us from across the street.” Your brows furror at her words, whipping around to the window. When you see him. The air in the diner thins until it completely disappears, and the breath is stolen from your lungs. 

Your paled face and shaking hands is what he sees from where he’s standing, clad in a black hoodie that covered his head, but you could recognize him in your sleep.You are both frozen in time and chaos, staring at each other like you both did not belong. Eyes glued to the other like you are both too good to be true.

 Are you imagining it? Through the tears that reflexively pooled in your eyes and the way your body quivers, are you finally going insane and imagining a person who has been plaguing your mind for weeks? 

Your feet carry you into action when your mind is still stuck in shellshock, bursting out of the diner doors with desperation on your tongue, hands reaching out as if it would span across the streetlight and bring him closer. 

“Jin?” You are not quiet. You scream his name across what feels like a chasm, but is only just a couple meters away. Your legs usher you into the open street, and cars veer and honk to avoid your form, frozen on the crosswalk. 

It takes you one second to blink and him one second to disappear into the crowd. Like he was never there at all and your mind was playing cruel, evil tricks on your already crumbling soul. A ruse that Lina was in on, just to torture your decimated spirit. 

Could you allow yourself the luxury to think that he had come to see you? You didn’t know if you even wanted him to, didn’t know if you had it in you to forgive and forget.

“Jin.” 

It comes out as a shaky whisper under your breath. A broken voice that longs for something she cannot have. Something that was so far in space and time it now felt like a figment of your imagination. You allow a tear to fall, your heart to crack a bit more, and return to the diner.

“Where have you been running off to these days?” The words are snide. Coated in feigned concern and curiosity and meant to be a jab at Jin’s recent absence in Bangtan activities. They are easy to fall from Yoongi’s lips as he steals another swig of the McKellan whiskey he’s been saving up for a special occasion or a rainy day. What more fitting than to mourn the space in his heart where you used to be. 

Jin stays silent, only giving the intoxicated Yoongi a heavy eye roll and trudging past him. To say that the seven men were in terrible shape after your departure is a gross understatement. But Yoongi’s onset alcoholism seemed mild compared to how the rest of the boys were faring.

Both Taehyung and Jungkook haven’t left their rooms since finding out you were in America, only the sounds of their computer keys, heavy footsteps, and the empty food plates left at their doors to signal that they were alive in there. Namjoon had thrown himself into work, picking up the slack of all the other boys and sometimes emerging from his office at the early hours of dawn looking like he hasn’t slept in a week. His gaunty face and the way his once fitted shirt now falls loosely on his shoulders tells Jin he hasn’t eaten much either. 

Hoseok could more often than not be found in the training room, breaking and bruising himself to numb him from the pain of losing you. He takes it out on the poor gang recruits that were unlucky enough to be chosen to spar with him. 

And Jin? Well, Jin spent his days away from the house. Away from the business and the drugs and the people. He never tells anyone where he’s going or when he’s coming back and they are all too drained to try to ask. The boys live together but not truly. Just exist and breathe in the same space and too resentful of themselves and the others to fix the fragments you left behind. They miss you. Long for you and burn for you like they never have for anyone else. 

See, it’s one thing to not know where you are and be forced to be away from you on the basis of ignorance. But to know your exact location, have the time and resources to easily get to you, yet can’t come to you because they’ve hurt you immeasurably is a different kind of torture. A different kind of ache that haunts their souls at every waking moment. You are so close and so far away, and they only have themselves to blame for the distance. 

“Jun, can you make a meal for Namjoon? I’ll take it up to him.” Jin sighs to the housekeeper, shedding off his coat on the kitchen stool. 

Jun nods knowingly, fully aware of the effects your absence has had on the masters of the house. And she is not blind to Jin’s indifference or the way he is doing worlds better than the others. 

“He’ll probably try to yell at me and make you go away first. But he’ll be thankful eventually.” Jin nurses a cup of tea to warm him after his journey. Ones that he takes every week and for days at a time. 

Jun nods again, assembling a tray of food that Namjoon will undoubtedly leave to get cold either at his door or the end of his desk. Before he leaves, however, Jun spares the man a knowing glance and a sad smile. 

“You may want to return the private jet more promptly next time, sir. The others have gotten...wary.” 

Jin’s eyes widen at her words, frozen for a millisecond in his footsteps as realization strikes in that he hadn’t been as inconspicuous as he thought. He says nothing as he departs from the kitchen. Only stares at the marble floor and wonders what would be the next time he’d get to see you. Even if from a street’s distance. 

It takes four syncopated knocks before semblance of a noise emerges from behind Namjoon’s closed door. It comes in the form of an angered grunt, but Jin is no stranger to his leader’s brunt. He opens the door with no further permission. 

Namjoon is in worse shape than he had expected. His hair is another level of unruly, greasy and matted and looking like the man ran his hands through it a billion times. The paperwork strewn across his desk and floor reflects the mess in Namjoon’s own head. Like he is suffocating himself in his work but still finds breath in his lungs. Still finds you in his thoughts. 

“You need to eat”, Jin states demandingly. Namjoon only hums in response, keeping his eyes glued to the work in front of him. Jin pushes the tray into his line of vision.

“Eat, Joon. You can’t work if you starve. Y/N would want you to eat.” 

Your name makes his pen stop writing. Makes his eyes widen like he hasn’t heard it said aloud in ages. It’s pathetic to Namjoon, really. How much one person has affected him.

“How would you know what Y/N wants, Jin? How would any of us?” He sneers, resuming the scribbling on his paper. Jin sighs dejectedly, opting to leave the food on his table and not be bothered with trying to help someone who so clearly didn’t want to be helped. He turns around to leave. Until Namjoon opens his mouth again. 

“Unless….”, he teeters, “you do know what she wants.” He tosses the pen and papers aside, crossing his arms and sitting back in the desk chair. 

“Unless you’ve been going behind our backs to see her.”

Had he been turned around facing Namjoon, the younger would have seen the clear exposed truth on his face. The blatant and unhidden look of guilt and shame that he quickly masks once he whips to face Namjoon. 

“What are you talking about?” 

The responding statement is quick. Too quick. Too accosting. Namjoon squints his eyes. 

“Only the several days these past weeks you’ve disappeared from Bangtan’s radar. The bills for the jet fuel sent to my directory. The pilots you’ve been pulling away from our forces in Korea to personally tend to whatever shady business you’ve been hiding under my nose.” 

Namjoon’s words are rapid fire, piercing into the facade that Jin thought he had so carefully crafted. He should’ve known nothing goes unnoticed under the leader’s eye. 

“Namjoon, I-”

“Just be glad I didn’t tell the others. Especially Jungkook.” The thought of the youngest makes him sigh. Jungkook has always been so volatile. A ticking, emotionally-charged and codependent time bomb hiding under that muscle and masculinity. Namjoon knew better than to expose something like this just yet.

When he looks up at the man standing in the doorway of his office, he’s looking straight past him. Through the window like it was you he saw in the sky. Observing him now, up close and with more attention, Namjoon finally gets to truly see him. 

On the surface, Jin is faring worlds better than any of them. He’s clean and freshly showered, hair coiffed to perfection like it usually is. He dons a black button up; perfectly ironed without a crease in sight. But Namjoon knows him better than that. Jin looks so utterly drained it stirs sympathy in even the darkest of hearts. His eyes communicate something his words can’t: Seokjin is completely lost without your light. 

“I’m sorry.” The words come out breathily. Like he’s been waiting to say it all this time but couldn’t. 

“I just…”, he stares down at his hands, “I just needed to see her. See if she was doing alright after we…” Jin trails off, not able to face the truth of their actions just yet. And though there is lingering anger in Namjoon, he can’t help but to feel his distress vicariously. 

“You know, she’s a waitress now. At this small, run-down diner downtown. With a cute little apron and everything”, he chuckles softly, sadness seeping in every word. 

“She lives with her aunt and uncle, and walks everywhere because she doesn’t have a car, at unholy hours of the night which keeps me up every night constantly worrying about her. But that’s Y/N, isn’t it? So careless of her own safety and well-being.” 

Namjoon refrains the smile that creeps on his face at the thought of you. 

“She was smiling when I saw her. I could still see she was sad but she was smiling. Like she always does just so other people feel happier around her.”

“Jin, you don’t have to-”

“And she’s lost so much weight, Namjoon. She was trying to yell out for help and all we did was ignore her.”

Jin’s words are nails on a chalkboard. Vinegar in wine. It makes them both nauseous and rueful, and the oxygen in Namjoon’s office suddenly becomes all too suffocating. Your presence, or lack thereof, has left a heavy residue on the walls of the manor. 

The two boys sit in silence for a moment, before the sound of thumping boots on hardwood flooring echoes down the hallway, getting louder as it approaches the office. The door is nearly taken off its hinges as it violently swings open. Taehyung stands in the threshold, sweat on his brow and chest huffing up and down like an overexerted engine. He is pale in the face, hands trembling at his side and the sheer shock in his gaze tells the two older men that the words preparing to slip from his tongue are not going to be pleasant. Jin and Namjoon brace themselves for impact. 

“It’s Y/N”, his whispered voice quivers. Their hearts drop. 

“There’s been an accident.” 

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[narrans]

A Tall and Small Collection |S2.21 | & Everyone Needs A Little Hero :: Crossover :: Confronted on the Countertop

Soundless. Stunned silence. The internal panic of the century was standing within three feet of one another. Moving would threaten the fragile moment suspended between each individual present.

Poor Rey was stiff as a board, knowing Hero probably followed him all the way here. Guilt set into Rey’s shoulders as he attempted to think of some way to spin the situation. He was in so much trouble, and he knew it.

Dorian was shocked, but honestly was more worried about what would happen if this got out. What would happen to them?

Ashlynn wasn’t sure what to do, understanding Soren’s direction of non-interference but also picking up on the small Borrower boy’s words of “not the only one.” She decided to ask Soren about that later.

All of these things and more were running through Soren’s head. Soren, this whole time, was absolutely mortified, knowing the consequences if Hero Rafter were spotted by any and all prying eyes. Everything hung in the balance – all because of one Borrower boy.

Hero, on the other hand, looked elated with a smile from ear to ear. He looked excited, absolutely over the moon. If it weren’t for Mayzie’s sweet coo calling for, “Aslyn,” they probably wouldn’t have moved.

Boldly, Hero took a couple of steps over from the wall and further onto the counter closer to Soren, Dorian, Rey, and Ashlynn.

“So… this is why you got all weird when I asked you questions? You were keeping this a secret?” asked Hero, directing his question at Rey.

There was no way to salvage this or spin it. How much had Hero heard of their conversation? The fact the teenager wasn’t running away was both reassuring that he could be reasoned with to maintain their family secret and concerning at the same time. Soren had to try and reason with Hero.

Sadly, his two younger brothers had the same idea he did and started sputtering their words at the same time.

“Hero, you can’t tell anyone. Please,” said Dorian.

“You shouldn’t have followed me. Why did you do it?” asked Rey, suddenly feeling overwhelmingly betrayed. “Is that why you wanted to come over?”

The teenage Borrower tried to take in everything at once, but was more focused on the human, who looked hesitantly to Soren, seemingly for direction. Hero might not have picked up on everything the others said, but what he did catch was their panicked voices and worried expressions. Confused but determined, he took another step forward.

“I don’t understand. You’re not being kept here, right? I mean, you look like you’re all friends. Isn’t that a good thing?” asked Hero, directing his questions to his fellow Borrowers. “I mean, I thought it was possible, but now I know it is. Isn’t that a good thing?”

“No,” interrupted Dorian. Soren took a few steps to the side of the counter and looked up at the trim, expecting to see it shift closed or prying eyes peering down into the kitchen ready to report them while Dorian continued to sputter. “No, Hero. This… I mean… this… it isn’t good. Well… it is, and it isn’t, but… Hero… this is not good that you’re out here like this.”

“Why?” asked Hero, his tone confused and calm.

While the boys bantered back and forth, Dorian trying to emphasize the potential hazards while Rey kept asking why Hero lied to him. All the while, Soren felt like he was punches in the gut, mind swirling and making him feel lightheaded.

“Soren, take a breath,” said Ashlynn quietly. He inhaled and exhaled deeply upon Ashlynn’s prompt. “I think I’m just going to duck around the corner for a second. I think I’m making the situation worse. Do you want me to bring Mayzie?”

“Yes, please,” sighed Soren. “That would mean a lot right now. Thank you.”

“Of course,” said Ashlynn, directing her blue-grey eyes to Mayzie. “Come on sweetie. Let’s go color. You like coloring?”

“Color!” cooed Mayzie, oblivious to the stress in the air.

“That’s right, color,” echoed Ashlynn. “Come on. Let’s go.” Ashlynn laid her hand, palm up, on the countertop next to the Borrower toddler who, without fear, climbed on and sat in the middle of Ashlynn’s palm like she had done it a million times before.

Hero watched this interaction with absolute fascination. Never had he seen such an interaction where a Borrower willingly climbed onto the hand of a human, let alone a toddler just barely verbal.

Disheartened at seeing the human, one of the main people he wanted to talk to, getting ready to leave, Hero too a chance and took a few more steps toward the human as she curled her fingers slightly and began to walk away with the toddler.

“Wait, what’s your name?” called Hero. “Is it Ashlynn? It’s nice to meet you. My name is Hero. Please, don’t go. I have so many questions.”

Soren watched the teenage boy move forward several more steps and address Ashlynn directly.

How was this possible? Soren clearly remembered every emotion that surged through him when he first spoke to Ashlynn. Fear. Anxiety. Adrenaline filled terror. Apprehension. Curiosity. At the time, it felt like a battle of wits to make sure he protected himself and his family with the knowledge that he was completely at the mercy of another, much larger being.

That’s when it happened.

Time slowed for Soren, a thought hitting him like a bolt of electricity or a live wire that grabbed Soren and wouldn’t let go. It was making his head spin and his knees weak. It was terrifyingly obvious now that Soren saw Hero out in the open like this.

Hero wasn’t afraid.

The teenage Borrower didn’t hesitate. He spoke directly to Ashlynn and didn’t even stutter. And did Soren hear him right? Only one? Only one what? Ashlynn had barely taken a step away with Mayzie when Soren held his hand up and gestured for Ashlynn to wait, which she did.

“Ashlynn, wait a second. Hero,” said Soren as calmly as his body would allow. Perhaps there was hope for them yet if the boy was willing to listen. “What did you mean when you said you knew you weren’t the only one?”

The teen’s body visibly retracted, and his eyes widened. Hero knew in that immediate instant he accidentally revealed too much as well. By revealing himself in his excitement, he exposed his entire operation. But surely Soren and Dorian and Rey would understand, right? Of all the Borrowers in the building, they also had a human friend.

Hero’s silence was all Soren needed.

“Hero, you’ve been seen by another human?” Soren asked, mind reeling.

“Well… I mean… not on purpose…” sputtered the teen, suddenly realizing he had no strategy for justifying or explaining why his mission was so important. “But… but they’d never hurt me. And you’ve been seen too!”

“That’s different!” Dorian interjected. “We know Ashlynn.”

“But you didn’t always know her,” argued Hero.

“Hero,” said Rey. “That’s different.”

“Wait… they? There’s more than one?” asked Soren, which quieted the group immediately. That was right. They. Hero didn’t answer, which sent Soren spiraling. Perhaps it was his paternal instincts kicking in, but this boy needed protecting. If he had been seen by more than one human and things went wrong, he could be in big trouble. Then, what if one of those humans told?

“When were you seen? Have you noticed any traps? You haven’t spoken to them, have you?” asked Soren in rapid succession. He had to have as much information as he could if he was going to work damage control.

Hero, bombarded with Soren’s questions, took an involuntary step back. This whole situation wasn’t going at all the way he thought it would. Why weren’t they happy finding someone else who was comfortable around humans? Why did it sound like he was in trouble? Sure, it was against the Borrower rules, but hadn’t they all broken the rules at this point? And weren’t they all fine?

Ashlynn watched as the chaos unfolded. The tension and nerves were tangible. Soren asked her to stay, but she wasn’t sure what she could do. She quietly stood and bounced her hand up and down to keep Mayzie entertained.

It was an outright mess.

Ashlynn looked at each of the Borrowers on the counter, taking in their body language and what they were saying. Soren was obviously tense and nervous, almost shaking with stress. Rey looked like he was being crushed by an immense invisible weight. He looked up at Ashlynn every once in a while, eyes glossy like he was on the verge of tears. Rey had to be feeling guilty. Dorian was pacing furiously running his fingers though his hair. It was hard to tell what he was thinking, but he was also fraying at the ends.

Hero, this new boy, seemed confused and upset. He obviously had come out of the wall to what he thought was a Borrower friendly environment only to be scolded and bombarded by his own kind. He seemed comfortable enough to talk to her. Maybe there was another way to ask him questions.

She closed her eyes and focused on the weight in her palm. Mayzie was talking about something in her toddler babble making perfect sense to herself.

Ashlynn knew it would break the rules Soren gave her, but the arguing and confusion wasn’t getting them anywhere. Taking a breath, she sighed and knelt down to one knee, so she was at a better eye-level with the Borrowers.

“Hey,” she said firmly, but within an acceptable volume to not startle them. The four Borrowers on the countertop quieted instantly and spun around to see Ashlynn had knelt to be at a better vantage point.

“Ashlynn,” Soren said. His hazel eyes held a curious look, but also one of cautious warning. He was anxious and obviously worried about his family. Ashlynn could practically see him unraveling and the life he built with his brothers and her here in this building falling apart. Him saying her name was like he was trying to ground himself in something he knew wouldn’t change.

It was a risk, but Ashlynn had to take it. Ashlynn sighed and looked Soren in the eye.

“Soren, could I talk to you for a minute? In private? Just around the corner?” asked Ashlynn. Soren visibly straightened up. What was she doing?

“Ashlynn, I don’t…” said Soren reluctantly.

“Soren,” said Ashlynn slowly and calmly. “Please. Trust me on this.” Ashlynn redirected her attention to the other boys. “Dorian, Rey, would you please watch after Mayzie for a minute?” The brothers exchanged a quick glance and nodded, walking up to the edge of the counter as Ashlynn raised her hand and set it down for them to retrieve Mayzie.

“Ashlynn… what are you…” Soren asked, but Ashlynn simply smiled at him before shifting her eyes past Soren to the teen who caused the rift in the evening.

“Hello, I’m sorry for the confusion. It’s nice to meet you too. You said your name is Hero?” asked Ashlynn, speaking to Hero directly. The three brothers all exchanged nervous glances before looking back toward Hero to see his reaction.

Hero, now suddenly being addressed, wasn’t sure what was going on. One second, he was being bombarded with questions, and now the human was introducing herself. He did want to talk to her, but it obviously made the brothers uncomfortable. Still, he wanted to talk to her and get to know the family. This was the first human Borrower interaction he had ever seen, and he wanted to learn about it.

“Yes, I’m Hero,” he said, clearing his throat and straightening himself up to introduce himself.

“Well, Hero, nice to meet you. I’m Ashlynn. I know you probably have a lot of questions and that this a lot to take in, but I need to talk to Soren for a second, okay?” said Ashlynn. Hero felt confused and, oddly, a bit nervous.

“Why do you need to talk to him?” asked Hero. He was starting to feel a confused. Was Soren in trouble? Was Ashlynn going to punish him or something?

“It’s nothing serious,” reassured Ashlynn. “I just want to make sure I’m not overstepping any boundaries. Get some things cleared up.” She kept her hand rested on the countertop and looked back at Soren expectantly.

Soren sighed and nodded slowly. Knowing Ashlynn, she had something else in mind for this conversation and didn’t want to alarm the teen. He walked over to her hand and stepped on, electing to stand and use Ashlynn’s thumb to help balance as she lifted him and ducked around the corner into the living room. She was just barely around the corner, maybe five feet away from the boys, when she stopped so she was still within earshot of the boys.

“Okay, Soren, hear me out,” said Ashlynn as she carefully raised her hand so that Soren was almost at eye-level with her.

“Hear you out for what? Ashlynn, that boy just found out our family’s secret, he is the son of the Rafters, which is the family that basically rules this place, and he’s been seen not by at least two humans. This couldn’t get any worse!” said Soren, raising his voice, not at Ashlynn but at the circumstances.

“Soren, take a breath,” said Ashlynn as she followed her own advice. “A lot is going on all at once and getting flustered isn’t going to help.” Ashlynn was sure to keep her voice even and audible so that if Hero or Soren’s brothers were listening, they could hear.

Soren took a breath and nodded.

“Okay, so what do we do then?” asked Soren, folding his arms against his chest and leaning his side against Ashlynn’s thumb.

“We tell the truth,” said Ashlynn. “We answer his questions honestly and tell him what he needs to know.”

“Just as simple as that?” asked Soren after a brief pause. “We tell him?”

“Yes, we answer all of his questions honestly,” said Ashlynn. “And, hopefully, he’ll do the same with our questions.”

“About what he said? That’s a whole mess too,” sighed Soren shaking his head. “The Rafters need to know that their son was seen, which is going to make them lose their minds.”

“Maybe save that conversation for another day,” said Ashlynn. Soren shot her a worried look.

“We have to tell his family,” urged Soren. “They need to know.”

“Soren, think about it. If we tell him we’re going to tell his family, he will get in trouble sure, but he might also keep more secrets which are dangerous and get him in more trouble than just a parental scolding,” said Ashlynn. “Also, I might know the people he’s been seen by if he can describe them. You’re worried about his protection and safety, right? If we can be his confidants, we can help look after him.”

“Do you know how dangerous that is?” scolded Soren.

“It’s the best of both worlds until we find out more information, Soren,” said Ashlynn. “I don’t want him to get hurt either, but we need to know what happened. Let’s just swap stories and see what we’re dealing with here.”

“And what if… you know… we’re being watched? Someone could already be running back to tell his parents as we’re standing here talking,” said Soren, sounding slightly exasperated.

“Then there’s nothing we can do about it. If they’re still watching, they need to see us positively interact with Hero. If not, then Hero needs to know he can trust us,” argued Ashlynn thoughtfully. Soren sighed and bowed his head, reaching up and pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes, as if it would relieve the tension in his body.

“I don’t like it,” muttered Soren.

“I know,” replied Ashlynn. “But it’s all I’ve got. Fussing at him and scolding him for doing exactly what we’re doing is going to make him shut down and not want to talk to us. If he’s in real danger, I think it would be better if we knew about it.”

“And you think he’ll trust us if we tell him how we met?” asked Soren. Ashlynn shrugged, making her hand shift slightly which jostled Soren slightly. He regained his balance and looked into her eyes again for some kind of reassurance.

“He’s trusting us right now, isn’t he? He trusted that he would be safe after coming out of the walls and he’s trusting me right now with you. Think about it, I just told you to come with me and you did. What would that look like to another Borrower?” asked Ashlynn. “Relationships are built on honesty and trust. That’s how we got started, right?”

Soren looked away, cheeks slightly pink before looking up at Ashlynn. Ashlynn, suddenly realizing how it sounded, looked away awkwardly as well.

“I didn’t mean… got started like… never mind. My point is we just need to talk,” sputtered Ashlynn. “Trust me on this.” Soren nodded slowly and sighed.

“I still don’t like it,” said Soren. “But I’ll trust you. You haven’t gone wrong before.” Ashlynn smiled and brought her left hand up to brush it against Soren’s shoulder.

“It’s going to be okay. Yeah? We’re going to be okay,” said Ashlynn reassuringly. Soren nodded and folded his arms across his chest again. With that, Ashlynn slowly walked around the corner and lowered her hand to rest against the counter so Soren could step off.

Rey, Dorian, and Hero had listened to Ashlynn and Soren talk the whole time and hadn’t moved from their spots on the counter. They didn’t hear everything, but they picked up on the main pieces like telling Hero how they all met, building trust, and keeping what Hero said a secret.

Ashlynn pulled over a small stool and sat down slowly so she was at eye-level with the counter.

Hero felt slightly uneasy knowing that Soren wanted to tell his parents, but the fact that Ashlynn was willing to talk it out and be completely honest appealed to him greatly. So, as Ashlynn sat down, he decided to be honest. Heroes valued honesty and honor after all, and only kept secrets when absolutely necessary.

“Sorry about that,” said Ashlynn. “Did you hear us at all?” They all nodded as Soren stood with his arms across his chest.

“Yes, we did,” said Hero, looking at the brothers to see if they would have another adverse reaction to him speaking to Ashlynn.

“Good,” said Ashlynn. “Then, I think you’ll agree that we weren’t getting anywhere before and that we should just start over, yeah?” The boys nodded. Ashlynn gave Soren one more look, locking onto his hazel eyes as he gazed into her blue-grey orbs for several seconds.

Ashlynn nodded and looked back to the bright green-eyed teen who was keenly looking into her eyes without hesitation. It was nothing like when she and Soren first met, when Soren was timid and alert to every possibly way their interactions could end up with him in a pet cage.

“I’m… sure you have questions about us as a group, and I think it’s fair to say that I also have some questions. Maybe we could swap stories?” asked Ashlynn.

“Um…” Hero said, still slightly reluctant. He didn’t know if he wanted to go first, and Ashlynn seemed to pick up on his hesitance.

“I’ll go first. What questions do you have?” asked Ashlynn, hoping the green-eyed boy would open up a little and talk about these humans he knew.

Hero, suddenly on the spot, looked like he had so many questions that he was getting ready to burst.

“Well,” started Ashlynn, carefully leaning forward and relaxing her shoulders. “I met Soren accidentally eight or so years ago.”

“Eight years?” asked Hero disbelievingly. “You’ve been friends for that long?”

“Yeah,” sighed Ashlynn, flashing Soren a quick grin. “It’s been a little while.”

Ashlynn felt her cheeks getting warm the more she thought about that first night with him and everything that happened after. She cleared her throat awkwardly before continuing.

“Anyway, he was hurt and sick. He tripped on the edge of a mousetrap and was left there, which is where I found him.”

“Wow,” breathed Hero. He had no idea since Soren was still able to get up and walk around without issue.

“Yeah, it was scary, but Soren was brave and put up with me until he got better,” said Ashlynn. Hero looked over at Soren for the first time since the beginning of the encounter.

“And you’ve been friends ever since?” asked Hero. Soren stiffly glanced to Ashlynn, who gave a reassuring nod, before replying to the teen. He was obviously still uncomfortable with discussing things with Hero.

“It took time and it wasn’t me willing revealing myself. Even after Ashlynn helped me, I tried to get away, and did, but it was short lived. She found me passed out on her kitchen counter,” replied Soren. He was obviously being measured in his responses and how he held himself. Ashlynn knew his heart had to be racing a million miles a minute, sick to his stomach. She’d help him out later.

“And after, Soren and I talked and he set the baseline rules for me,” finished Ashlynn. “So, in the end, it was a happy accident. It worked out for the best but could have been bad if… well… if it weren’t me who found Soren.”

“Why is that?” asked Hero, a question that made all three brothers squirm.

“Well,” said Ashlynn, beating the others to the punch. “People are dangerous. Humans can be sneaky and cruel. I mean… I saw firsthand what could happen. We all did…” Ashlynn slowly placed her right hand back onto the kitchen counter in a loose fist and slid it toward Dorian and Rey who, wordlessly, stepped toward her hand and leaned into her fingers.

“Our dad…” said Rey quietly. Hero’s eyes widened as he saw the three brothers shift uncomfortably. It was the first time Hero saw Rey look sad – really sad.

“Wait… those stories are true? They can actually happen?” asked Hero. “I’ve never met anyone who…”

“They absolutely can,” interjected Soren. “Which is why it’s dangerous to be seen by humans.”

“But those stories make it seem like all humans are dangerous, and not all humans are dangerous,” argued Hero. “I mean, how did you know Ashlynn was safe if you didn’t talk to her or see her before?”

“I didn’t know, and I wasn’t going to find out. It was because I was hurt that we even met in the first place,” countered Soren. “I intended to stay with the rules and not speak or interact, escaping with the first chance I could. If I found my brothers and hadn’t passed out on the counter, I probably wouldn’t have gone back.”

“But, why? If she was nice…”

“Because,” interrupted Ashlynn before Soren could interject again. “For all he knew, it could have been a ploy – a trick,” explained Ashlynn. “He didn’t know me, and I could have pretended to be nice to convince him to stay and talk with me. If I were trying to catch him and keep him as a pet, pretending to be his friend would be the best way to go about it.”

“But… not all humans are like that,” replied Hero. “Sam wouldn’t do anything like that.”

“Sam?” asked Ashlynn, recognizing the name immediately. “Is he around your age?”

“Yeah! You know him?” asked Hero excitedly. Ashlynn breathed a sigh and smiled.

“I do,” said Ashlynn as a wave of relief washed over her. “Sam is a good kid. Do… you have any other friends like Sam?”

“I mean… a few,” said Hero, now feeling a bit awkward. Should he tell them which humans he was friends with? He only had a few who he went to see regularly. Based on the look in Ashlynn’s eyes, she wanted him to tell her who the others were.

He decided to be honest. He wanted to prove their whole “all humans are bad” theory out of the window.

“There’s Maggie, and Watney, and Eliza. There was also this little old lady who lived in the building who lost her ring, but she moved out a little while ago. There are a few other humans I check in on, but they don’t know about me,” said Hero. Ashlynn’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Eliza knows?” asked Ashlynn as she thought about her musician friend on the first floor. “How did she see you?” She asked because Eliza was visually impaired – blind.

“Well, I… talked to her… I wanted to tell her about the other musician in the building. He was looking for someone to sing, and she is a good singer,” explained Hero.

The Borrower brothers and Ashlynn exchanged glances. The list thankfully wasn’t as long as they thought it would be, but it was still long enough to raise a red flag for all of them. Ashlynn sighed and looked at Hero.

“And… why did you decide to interact with her? You know? Why did you show yourself?” pried Ashlynn.

“It’s… um…” Hero hesitated, hoping he didn’t sound silly. “It’s because I want to help people. I want to be like Batman and Superman and that screaming boy on T.V. with green hair. I want to live up to my name and actually be a hero. I want to quietly help people and make the world a better place. Do you… think that’s silly?”

“No, not at all,” said Ashlynn. “I actually think that is very noble and brave of you. A bit reckless and foolish to reveal yourself, but I think what you’re trying to do is good.”

“Then what was that look for?” asked Hero. “Is… something bad about Eliza? Or Sam?”

“No, I think Sam is a sweet kid and I think Eliza is a great person,” said Ashlynn. “I think she and Sam are really good people. I don’t know Watney or Maggie, but I’d love to meet them if you tell me where they live.”

“Are you going to tell them to not see me?” asked Hero. Ashlynn shook her head, which made Soren tense. Ashlynn knew that she would have words with Soren later about the matter, but for now he was putting his trust in her to make the right call.

“No, Hero, I’m not going to tell them not to see you,” said Ashlynn. “But, Hero, I do have to ask that you not let yourself be seen by anymore people. Humans are dangerous.”

“But you’re a human,” pointed out Hero. “And I don’t think you’re dangerous.”

“Yes, I am human, and I actually can be very dangerous. It’s because I’m being very careful that I’m less dangerous, but if I accidentally move too fast or am not watching where I’m going, things could be very bad very quickly,” explained Ashlynn.

“The others are careful,” muttered Hero feeling slightly less optimistic.

“Yes, I’m sure they are careful,” reassured Ashlynn. “But that can change very quickly. A twitch of the hand can be fatal. I just… want you to be careful, okay?”

“I am being careful,” argued Hero. He folded his arms, feeling emotion welling up in his chest.

“I’m sure,” smiled Ashlynn. “And I think you’re very brave to want to help people. I just… I want to help you, but I can’t do the things you do.” Ashlynn thought quickly and came up with a possible solution in an instant. “I could help you if you let me. Like, a sidekick. Could I be your sidekick?” Hero’s eyes lit up.

“Really?” he asked eagerly. “Does this mean we’re friends?”

“Yeah,” smiled Ashlynn, catching the glance Soren and the others gave her. “And, as a sidekick, we have to stick together, right?”

“Could I help too?” piped up Rey. “I can make gadgets and stuff.”

“Rey,” scolded Soren.

“If we’re going to do this,” directed Ashlynn. “We have to be careful. Anonymous heroes, right? Isn’t that the true mark of a hero? Not being in the limelight?”

“I guess,” muttered Hero. “And I did try… not to be seen. It just… happened.”

“I know it was probably just an accident, but as your new official sidekick I don’t want you to get hurt. So, no more being seen. Okay? And since I can’t go into the walls, you have to let me know what missions you’re going on, okay? Like a lair check in,” said Ashlynn.

“We’re already helping other Borrowers. There’s a lot we can do in the community,” said Rey. “Please Soren.”

They all exchanged tense glances before Soren gave a tentative nod.

“No more revealing yourself to any more humans. Just community work, okay?” stated Soren.

The boys nodded, though Ashlynn noticed Hero was slightly reluctant to agree.

“Hero,” addressed Ashlynn. “Remember, you have to be careful. Not every human is nice out there. Promise me, okay?”

“I promise I’ll be careful,” said Hero. “I’m always careful.”

They spent the next few minutes laying some ground rules about not interacting with humans and for checking in with Ashlynn if he was on a mission. Hero would check in with Rey, who would pass messages along to Ashlynn. Only on certain occasion and after they checked to see if they were being watched could Hero come down and see all of them.

Everyone hesitantly agreed to the terms, but Ashlynn knew this probably wouldn’t be the end of Hero’s adventures. She could only hope he was going to be safe and honor his promise that he wouldn’t reveal himself to any more humans.

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Movie night wasn’t quite the same with the looming knowledge that Hero now knew about them and revealed his friendship with other humans in the building. Thanks to Ashlynn’s coaxing, Hero told them some of the humans he knew. Also, thanks to Ashlynn, Hero had somehow managed to, as he called it, “help” the friendliest and nicest humans in the whole building.

Sadly, it felt out of control and dangerous. That many people knowing about Borrowers could only spell danger in the long run.

They had all been dubbed sidekicks, but that meant little in the long run. If something happened, they couldn’t be in a massive group to help one another. Rey, who was the most interested in this position, volunteered to go along with Hero and continue his service work.

They promised to keep tabs on Hero and to let each other know if anything was off, promising he would avoid being seen.

But how long could that last?

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I have a request- draco and reader are dating & are 3 months from graduation and reader finds out she’s pregnant draco gets scared doesn’t talk to her completely freaks out on her but a fluff / smut ending ?

Changes | Draco x Reader

A/N: Had to research the first trimester for this one. I kind of want to make a pregnant reader series now. I love this idea and loved writing this even more. I hope you love it as much as me. <3

Summary: Y/N feels alone in her pregnancy as Draco separated himself from hearing that he would have a child. Y/N confronts Draco, saying that she can't do it alone.

Warnings/content: vomit, smut (oral sex, vaginal sex), cockwarming, cursing, teenage pregnancy (18 yo), angst w/ fluff ending, Pregnant!Reader, Slytherin!Reader

Word count: 4.06k words

THANK YOU TO @emeraldurafreak FOR THE DIVIDERS! ALL CREDITS GO TO THEM!

How could I do this to him? Our lives were perfect. Quidditch had ended, taking off what must have felt like an anvil's load from Draco's shoulders. I had just raised my grades, high enough to graduate Hogwarts with honors. Draco and I even talked about getting an apartment and finding jobs as Healers together after leaving school. We were only three months from graduation.

I've ruined his life without even allowing him to live it first. I thought, curled up on the cold tile from the bathroom. I'd always wanted a child - a family. And Draco and I had talked about it. We'd talked about baby names and what kind of father he would be. But we'd never even begun to talk about how soon we wanted it. First, he would hate me, and then, he would leave me.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" Pansy knocked on the door, shaking the locked doorknob in an attempt to get in.

"Can I open the door, sweetie?" Daphne asked me, rubbing my back as I sobbed and nodded my head.

"My sweet girl." Pansy said in a tender tone. She'd brought a tray of tea with her and set the teapot down onto the bathroom counter, pouring me a cup. "Have some tea; it'll make you feel better." Pansy handed Daphne a cup of tea to give to me. She grabbed the stick with the double pink lines and stared at it, not wanting to give much of a reaction.

"You've always wanted to be a mother, right?" Daphne asked, pulling my head onto her shoulder.

"Yes, but," I sobbed, "what about Draco?" I couldn't bear the thought of ruining Draco's life. Everything his family had worked for, the title, his reputation, would be gone in a minute if the outside world knew he'd knocked up a girl, not even having finished school first.

"You two will be the best parents." Pansy said, ignoring what I actually meant when I asked the rhetorical question.

"Yeah, and remember that you have options! We don't live in the nineteenth century. You can get rid of the baby if you'd like." Daphne whispered, nestling my head into her shoulder.

"Or you could have the baby. You could even put him or-" I winced at the thought that my baby was already forming its gender inside me. These things happened so fast. "it up for adoption. This is your decision, Y/N. He can't dictate what you to do your body - nobody can." Pansy soothed, scooping Daphne and me into her long arms.

"I have to tell him." I choked after a few minutes of silence.

"We can come with you if you'd like." Daphne stood up, bending down to pull me up by the waist.

"We'll be with you every step of the way, Y/N. Please don't feel like you're alone in this." Pansy comforted, pushing a piece of hair behind my ear so she could kiss my cheek.

"Thank you, guys. I love you two so much." I said, pulling Pansy and Daphne into a hug. "Or... you three." I smiled, rubbing my belly.

I have never felt as disgusted as I did that evening at dinner. The sight of the mounds of food on the table and Theo and Blaise stuffing their faces with no hesitation made me want to vomit.

Pansy and Daphne looked at me encouragingly, scowling threats at the boys to calm themselves and eat like regular human beings.

"Hi, baby." Draco said, sitting at the table. That name made me want to cry. Did he know? How could he? Maybe Pansy and Daphne let it slip to him, and he was seconds away from breaking down at the table about how I strung him along so I could bear his heir and be rightful to his fortunes for life. I would've punched myself if I wasn't feeling so fatigued.

Draco usually arrived at dinner late, an old habit of his. He let time slip away too often, and I'd even brought it up to him and how much of an issue it can sometimes be. What a hypocrite I was because there was no way I would tell him tonight - not if I was forced.

"Hi, love." I said, trying to stuff down the nerves that were slowly making their way up my throat. I cleared my throat, forcing a smile on my face. "So, how was your day?" I asked.

Theo and Blaise laughed, and Draco just looked at me confused. "You should know, I was with you the whole time." Draco said, furrowing his eyebrows while smiling. I swear I could've fainted. He was so unaware - so blissfully ignorant. I wished I had it that easy.

"Oh, right." I smiled feebly.

The rest of the dinner went by as slowly as any dinner had ever gone by. My friend Ron from Gryffindor took it upon himself to come up to the table and ask me for help on a Potions assignment, his face stuffed with chicken legs.

"I think I'm gonna be sick." I managed to get out, quickly getting up and running out of the Great Hall.

Draco, Pansy, Daphne, Blaise, and Theo weren't too far off my trail. They watched in silence as I threw up flat on the ground, only a few steps away from the trash can. I collapsed to the floor, using my shaking hands as support, and let it all out, along with some tears.

I felt a pair of hands carefully grab my hair and pull it back. The gentle grip was the kind I would recognize immediately - my boyfriend's. "It's alright, love. Let it all out." He said, watching as I puked up my intestines. I could almost hear the grimace on his face. This hell went on for a few minutes more. Pansy, Daphne, Blaise, and Theo stood away from me, only able to watch in horror.

When I finally finished and had cleaned my mouth thanks to Draco's handkerchief, which had finally come to good use, Theo started laughing hysterically. Pansy and Daphne looked at him in bewilderment as he began trying to speak. "Merlin, Y/N, where'd that come from?" He asked as my cheeks turned red. "Are you pregnant or something?"

I looked at Pansy and Daphne with wide eyes, and that's the last thing I saw before my vision cut off, and I felt my legs give out.

"She's your girlfriend, for Merlin's sake! You two have been together for who knows how long, and now you're nervous? This isn't her fault, you know. It takes two to tango, and you should've been more responsible if you didn't plan for this to happen so soon." I heard Daphne's voice scream, presumably at Draco.

"Sh, calm down, love. She's resting." Pansy said from beside me. She was in the squeezed tight cot with me. I tightened my hand ever-so-slightly and felt hers holding mine, her thumb soothingly rubbing my hand.

Slowly, I began to open my eyes. Everyone was there - Pansy, Daphne, Blaise, Theo, and Draco. He knew. I knew he knew. I could see it in the way he didn't look at me with concern but fear and pain.

Madam Pomfrey came into my divider, gingerly humming a short lullaby Draco sang me when I had nightmares.

"... know?" She asked, looking at me in expectation of a response. I didn't hear what she said. I'd been thinking so much, and my ears felt like they were about to explode if the ringing in my head didn't go away.

I stared at her blankly for a few seconds and blinked. "Huh?" I asked, my voice sounding raspy.

"I asked if you'd been told the news yet." Madam Pomfrey repeated, her eyebrows raising. She was holding two potions and a sheet of light blue pills.

I couldn't risk exposing myself to Draco, Blaise, and Theo. "What news?" I gulped, my throat starting to get dry. I just wanted to go back to sleep and cry until I ran out of tears. Sometimes life doesn't work in our favor, though.

"My dear, you are expecting a baby!" The nurse piped up, smiling brightly. "Congratulations." She said, placing a small ultrasound into my lap, enchanted to show the "baby's" movement.

Theo looked at me with pity, and it was the sorriest I'd ever seen him. Blaise gave me an empathetic look. Draco was nowhere to be seen, but I heard the door slam shut to my right and heavy footsteps trod away from me.

"Thank you." I finally said, my eyes shutting closed. Warm tears escaped my waterline, forcing their way down my jawline. Pansy quickly wiped a tear away as Daphne cast an extension charm on the bed to cuddle me.

"Sh, sh." Daphne said, her hands wrapping around my waist to rub my stomach. "It's alright." She said, kissing my temple. "Everything is going to be just fine."

"We should go... give you some alone time." Blaise finally spoke up.

"We love you so much, and we're here for you, whatever you need." Theo stroked my hair, bending down to kiss the crown of my head. Blaise smiled and walked away, hand-in-hand with Theo.

If only I could be them - or at least as smart as them. Maybe in another life.

I had more support than some other expecting teenage mothers, and yet I felt so alone. My body was changing - not rapidly, but it was warning me for what was to come.

Pansy and Blaise offered to do my homework on days I felt too exhausted to even get out of bed. Theo bought me anything he saw for expectant mothers - books, VCR tapes, creams, anything he could get his hands on. And Daphne was my lifeline. I don't know what I would've done without her.

I couldn't lie - I was excited. I knew I'd be a good mother, whether or not this news was expected. Sure, it was at an inconvenient time, but I couldn't bet on everything in my life to come at the perfect time, just when I w3ant it to.

I wanted to have this baby if you could even call it that. I was in my first month of pregnancy, and it'd been two weeks since Draco found out (and two weeks since we last talked). Pansy and Daphne began having breakfast, lunch, and dinner with me in the courtyard, away from the Great Hall or our shared dorm. And for a while, when I was with them, I could forget about everything.

But when I wasn't with them, I was lost. I couldn't do this on my own, and I wouldn't. I was emotional, my breasts were swollen, my body hurt, I started each morning by throwing up, and I had grown to repel sleep.

I had to talk to him.

So, I came up with a plan. I would go to dinner that night and talk to Draco. That was it; that was the plan.

"Draco." I said, feeling a lump cause in my throat. "We need to talk." I enunciated, eyeing Blaise and Theo, who smiled up at me. Pansy and Daphne, too, but it felt nice to have support from people other than my girlfriends for once.

"Okay." He said, getting up and grabbing my hand, lacing his fingers with mine. I missed it entirely too much. I missed his warmth, his touch, the sound of his voice.

He led me to a barren corridor where people barely ever passed through. We sat down on the cold floor, but not before he took off his jacket for me to sit on. I mumbled a thank you before asking for his help to sit down. My knees, in particular, were hurting tremendously that week.

"I don't know where to start." I choked, immediately crying. I cursed myself for having extra estrogen and cursed myself again for being sorry about it. I couldn't help it, though.

Draco rubbed my back, pulling me closer to him. "Please don't cry, angel." He said, his voice sounding different. Had we really been apart for so long that his voice didn't sound the same?

"I can't help it," I sniffed. "fucking hormones." I half-laughed, leaning into Draco as close as space would allow me to. Draco laughed, and I suddenly felt a vast feeling of comfort. It was different from what I'd been feeling the past few weeks. "The baby is the size of a grain of rice right now." I smiled up at him, noticing some tears that were rolling down his cheek. He smiled back at me.

"Really?" He asked, not able to contain his grin.

I laughed, wiping his tears away. "Yes."

"Y/N, I'm so sorry." Draco said, pulling me into his laps.

"What for?" I asked, probably feeling more sorry than whatever it was he was sorry for.

"I just freaked out and thought that maybe by distancing myself, you and I would be better off. I thought I'd be incompetent as a father, and you, well, I knew you'd be great. I didn't want to pressure you. And I didn't want to pressure myself. It was incredibly selfish of me, and I'm so sorry for being so stupid that I missed the first two weeks of your pregnancy." Draco said all at once. His eyes told me volumes - he really was sorry, and he had the red eyes to prove it.

I didn't know what to say. Suddenly, my bones stopped aching, the lump in my throat was gone, and my heart felt like it would jump out of my chest to go and grasp Draco's. I clung onto Draco and kissed the lips I'd spent weeks wishing I had at my disposal. To my surprise, he kissed back, and fervently, as if he'd missed me as much as I missed him.

"I missed you." I said, now straddling him and hugging him as tight as my arms would allow me to.

"I love you and our little family so much." Draco separated himself from me to kiss my stomach and then my forehead. "I think it's a girl." He said, beaming.

"And how would you know?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Theo bought me some books. Morning sickness is more common with girls." He explained, glancing back down at my stomach. He bent down to give our baby another kiss, giving me one on my lips when he came back up.

"Ah, so you've been keeping tabs on me?" I questioned, knowing that Pansy and Daphne probably gave Draco hell for his behavior.

"Of course I have." He smiled. "Your midwives made sure of it." He laughed as I pushed him back a bit. "I have a gift for you." He said, pulling a black box adorned with a tiny pink bow from his pocket.

"What could this be?" I smiled, undoing the ribbon wrapped around the box. I opened the box to see a small golden heart locket that opened to two pictures of Draco and me. On the left was a moving image his mother, Narcissa, took of us on our first day of school. Draco looked annoyed, and I was more than excited for a new year at a school I would sleep in. I laughed, remembering that's what excited me the most about Hogwarts at the moment. I had an arm around his shoulder, my eyes wide. Behind us was the red train that marked Platform 9 3/4. We met Pansy, Blaise, Theo, and Daphne that day. On the right was a recent picture Pansy took of us without telling me. Draco was behind me, holding a silencing finger to his lips at the camera as I greeted Theo with a hug. I hadn't seen Draco for three months and missed him more than anything. That picture was taken only seven months ago, at the beginning of the eighth year.

"So?" Draco asked, fiddling with his fingers in my laps. "Do you like it?" He looked up at me with the most beautiful gaze.

"I- yes, I love it. I love you." I said finally, giving him another passionate kiss on the lips. I put it on, holding it close to my heart.

We sat there, holding each other until I suddenly remembered what I'd been craving almost as much as Draco's hands: his di-

"Baby, why don't we go up to my dorm?" I asked, fighting back a smirk.

Noticing the mischievous look on my face, Draco returned the smirk, rolling his tongue against the inside of his cheek. "Oh, yeah? And what for?"

"I'm hungry." I lied, letting a small laugh escape my mouth.

"For who, my love?" Draco lowered his voice, fiddling with my bra strap.

"You." I said, only inches away from his lips.

Without another word, Draco got up, carrying me all the way up to the Slytherin common room and then up to my dorm.

"You have no idea how much I missed you." Draco said, helping me take off my shirt, fiddling with the buttons. I giggled at his haste, pressing a long and deep kiss to his lips.

"Hey, I'm the one with the extra hormones. You really should work on your patience, my love." I smirked, placing my hands on his to guide him, going teasingly slow.

"Fuck this." He said, ripping my shirt and skirt off while doing the same to himself.

"Draco!" I laughed, trying to calm my racing heart. I'd never been this horny, yet relieved at the same time.

He led me to the bed, pulling down his boxers and throwing them on the floor below us. "I'm going to spoil you and our baby rotten." He said, starting to suck on my neck. I let out a moan as he started sucking on my sweet spot, letting his hands travel from my arms, which he had pinned over me, to my breasts. He took off my bra and threw it on the ground, seemingly offended by it. Then, slowly, he started massaging the skin around my nipple, moaning when I did. "Does this hurt, darling?" He asked, momentarily stopping.

"Not anymore." I snickered, letting him suck from my collarbone all the way down to my thighs.

"So good." He mumbled, tugging at my panties for me to lift my hips so he could take them off. "You taste so good." He said, immediately attaching his lips to my clit, sucking on it and letting his finger explore my insides. I let out a loud moan, having missed the feeling. I couldn't even touch myself because of how little time I had alone.

"Do another one." I heaved out, wanting a feeling as similar to Draco's length as possible. He heard me and laughed against my clit as he pushed a second finger in, pulling in and out as fast as possible.

"Needy baby." He said, massaging my shaking thigh. Feeling my tightness and clenching around him, he let out a small moan. "I know, baby, I know." He said, getting on his knees, still playing with my clit and occasionally flicking it. "I won't make you wait too long." He said, and I watched as my fluids dribbled down his chin to the sheets.

He grabbed my hips, aligning himself with my entrance. He looked at me lovingly and slammed himself into me without warning. We both moaned at this, and I could practically see his heart punch his chest. He longed for this as much as I did. "So sexy with that necklace I bought you." He said, watching as I grew crimson. Then, he started to move, going in and out, as I hissed at the feeling of his warm cock pulsating as he reached the deepest parts of me. "Does that feel good, princess?" He asked as I nodded profusely.

Soon enough, Draco grazed over my G-Spot, leaving me speechless and with a wild expression sprawled on my face. Draco knew my body by heart. He knew every trigger, every curve, every sweet spot, so he knew what he was doing to me. "Dr-Draco, right there." I moaned, but he was already two steps ahead of me, pounding himself in and out of me as far as our skin would allow us to, pressing into my G-Spot hard.

"Are you close?" I asked, not knowing how much longer I could hold it.

"I've been close since you opened that pretty mouth of yours." Draco breathed on my face, bending down to capture me in a kiss.

"I'm gonna c-" I couldn't even finish before I felt ribbons of cum spring into me, courtesy of my boyfriend. I playfully frowned, letting myself go, feeling weeks of frustration and sadness and solitude leave my body.

"I'm never leaving you alone ever again." Draco breathed, still pounding in and out of me to help me through my high, his dick occasionally twitching inside me.

My moans were nothing short of pornographic. And that high was... better than anything I'd ever experienced.

Thank Merlin for this baby. I thought with a foggy brain, only able to focus on the electricity-like feeling coursing through my body rapidly.

Draco collapsed next to me, his knees giving out under him. He pulled my body to him, letting the blanket cover our bodies as if he wasn't enough warmth. Slowly, he crept a hand around my waist, beginning to rub his hand up and down my tummy.

"You just can't resist, huh?" I laughed, turning toward him to look him in the eyes.

"I can't begin to find words to describe you." Draco said, his eyes gleaming with love.

"Then don't." I said, leaning up to give him a kiss, lightly caressing his cheek. "I prefer when you show me much more."

Suddenly, his eyes widened, and I knew he'd just had a revelation. "Do you think I hurt the baby?" He asked while I was admiring how beautiful he looked, his cheeks flushed, his skin glowing, as his hair messy.

I laughed once and then twice, not able to contain myself. "The baby is this small." I said, holding my fingers apart by only a hair. "Are you that prideful?" I asked, peppering kisses from his neck down to his chest.

"Hm." He pouted. "I was only wondering, but since the baby doesn't mind." Draco positioned me on top of him and aligned himself with me, pushing in and pulled me down to his chest.

"And you said I was needy." I rolled my eyes, accepting when Draco pulled my jaw towards his to kiss me again.

"A thousand lifetimes with you will never be enough to find the words." Draco said, letting me rest my head in the crook of his neck.

"Find the words for what, love?" I asked, my chest going up when his did.

"Tell you how much I love you." He said, wrapping his arms around me.

"Our baby is going to be the luckiest baby in the world to have you as a father." I said, wrapping my legs around his waist tighter.

"You think?" He asked, and I could hear the doubt in his voice.

"No, I know." I said, letting my eyes close and drift off, relieved that I didn't need to rely on my dreams to substitute for Draco's company anymore.

"We heard you made up." Pansy said the following day, watching Draco and I approach the Slytherin table at breakfast, hand-in-hand.

"Heard? Who told you?" I asked, perplexed. We hadn't even seen anyone other than each other since dinner the night before.

"You." Daphne winked, holding a finger up and pushing it in and out a closed hole she made with her other hand.

I looked up at Draco, whose cheeks were flushed, and mouth was wide in a self-satisfied grin. Mortified, I buried my head into his chest, not wanting to see the looks on my friends' faces.

I heard a laugh from above me and felt six large pairs of arms envelop me in a hug. When I looked up, Draco, Theo, and Blaise were holding me, and for the first time, I actually felt my heart explode, skipping a few beats.

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