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kim-monsterlings · 4 years ago

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Kaan - M Naga x F Human (Reader) // NSFW

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Content: NSFW/Lemon; back again with mentions of fae deals, fluff, intimacy (nuzzling for warmth, cuddling), brief kissing, receiving oral (+ forked tongue), orgasm denial, ingested venom/aphrodisiac (consensual), penetrative sex + handjob (he’s a naga... so, double)

Wordcount: 3408

“Tropemas” Summary: while caring for the naga in hibernation, snowfall worsens overnight, leaving you stranded in his cave

Notes: TROPEMAS!! #1, the beautiful cliché of being trapped in together during a snowstorm!

Masterlist // “Tropemas” Masterlist

Snowfall came too early this year; weeks too early, before the scarves and blankets were finished and berries picked. No honey was ready yet to trade with the fae for their blessed fruits so on a foolish promise - really, you ought to have known better than to trust fae, no matter how long you'd traded with them - you swore to return with a trade worthy of their trust as you rushed into the already snow-laden woods.

The two hours wasted trekking up steep slopes and struggling against growing branches snagging on your thinning, woollen layers wasn't a favourable way to spend your time, definitely not in wintertime. Though the journey was horrendous, weighed down by a heavy bag of half-finished gifts and a hamper of logs and food, the cave peeking out of the cliffs warmed you against imminent frostbite.

Hibernation hadn't come yet, if the large boulder propped against the cave entrance was any indication. Dim flames warmed the inner cave as you struggled to roll the rock back, where it would be sealed once his season of hibernation really began.

It was so dark the sprawled coils nearly tripped you. Whiter than the dirtied snow falling slowly beyond the cliff, the white naga laid well outside of his nest of old furs and blankets; most gifted from you. His scales reflected the odd amber of fire, tinting long, wispy hair against his pillow.

Only one thing would wake him. Kaan had learned to ignore your voice - with practice, he liked to tease - and the debt to the fae and their blessed garden was worth it when you held out the plump berry in your fingertips. Already the juices dribbled, so sweet in the middle of winter, and the temptation to eat it yourself itched at the back of your mind.

The naga's dusk nose twitched before a forked tongue flicked out to scent the air. His warm lips kissed the juices away, the berry savoured. Kaan groaned, both thick from sleep and delight. “I love fae food," he whispered, and at your laugh, peeked his eyes open. "Only one?"

"More when you say hi."

"Hi," he yawned. Long arms stretched overhead and the naga curled nearer, his head almost on your lap. "Feed me, morsel."

"Morsel," you scoffed. Kaan whined when you stood and ate a fae-blessed berry, the sugars and juices tingling through you. "How are you doing?"

"Apart from missing you?" The glare you gave earned a bright laugh. His teasing never ceased and it did nothing to help the flutter in your chest. He only missed your gifts. "I'm cold. Will you light the fire again? What did you bring me?"

Though you grumbled, his keen eyes already found the logs piled in wait of being lit. Kaan moved out from the bundled nest to the hamper. His arm reached, and a sharp hiss made you both freeze when you smacked him back.

The plea and apology jumbled together as you choked on a laugh. Crouched before the dim fire pit, sparks caught light as a heavy head nestled against your thighs. Kaan groaned and wound his arms to your hips, nuzzling against you.

"Sssso warm," he whispered, and scrunched his face when the lisp elongated. "I missed you."

Soft cracks of the fire warmed the cave. His hair felt silken when you ran your fingers back through it. "I missed you, too."

He hummed, "good. Tell me what you brought me."

The gradual slowing of his breathing came when you spoke. You used to take offence to it, when Kaan began to hug you close and his heart slowed, but now as he draped his heavy tail closer around your bodies, you understood it to be a sign of his trust.

Nobody else would be here- could be here while he neared hibernation. Kaan reluctantly stirred when you pressed a berry to his lips with a whispered groan of your name when you teased and ate one instead. His lips pressed to your fingertips before your cheek, and he fell into the furs you threw back over him.

Beneath the cave, down a tricky slope in near darkness, you washed grime off your body in a freezing, rushing stream. So narrow and fast that you never dared inch too close, only retrieving fresh water and helping stock it for Kaan when he woke.

It was your practice for too long now. Always helping, always returning to his side to wake him, to welcome the lips on your temple as he relied on your body heat in colder nights. You wouldn't change a thing... not many things. The worst part of coming was knowing the same evening you would leave for the season, and return in no time passed for Kaan, but days of a life passed, wasted, pining for the naga asleep in a cave.

He woke with a small yawn and a nudge of his tail to your hip. Without looking up from the fire you stoked, you ran your fingertips to the white and silver scales. "You know, I think you take me for granted."

Kaan frowned. The anticipated retort hadn't come, and the naga instead slid closer. His cool arms curled back to your waist like he’d never parted and settled you on his wide lap. "Would you want me to visit your village as often as you visit me? I could. I would, to see you," he hummed, and his smile grew against your shoulder when you scowled. "I may even end up on a spike. Or be made an accessory… I am pretty enough. You could always keep me close-"

"At least you'd be quiet."

"How rude," he muttered. His chin rested heavy on your shoulder. In the passing seconds, his cheek nuzzled closer, lips soft brushing the shell of your ear. If he scented the air, you dreaded what would be found. "Nearly done with the fire?" He - from practice, knew to dodge your elbow, grinning and squeezing you close. "I need to rest. Will you be gone?"

"I'll be back in a month," you said, but his arms tightened at your words. It hurt. To come all this way only to leave again, empty handed and heavy-hearted. "It'll pass quickly for you. Go, rest."

His tongue flicked at your cheek before he wriggled and curled in his nest. Neither of you mentioned the tip of his tail gently curled to your ankle. "Don't eat all my berries."

Left huddling before the growing flames, it was only the ache weighing on your shoulders keeping you from leaving. That, and the softening of scales as reluctant as you to part. Perhaps a little that beyond the cave, the wind lashed and even standing - gently stepped from the coils slowly winding to your knees - and pausing at the entrance, the harsh chill struck you.

It was dark. The only light came from the fire grown at your back illuminating the cave, bathing Kaan is a soft glow.

One peek from the boulder at the entrance and your stomach fell. Too dark for you, too dangerous with ice coating the path and frost in the air, and any torch carried would extinguish on first step outside.

He woke from a light sleep with a groan like he had before, but once he'd stolen the fae fruit, his eyes fluttered shut again. Only after snatching a blanket - one you had spent hours on, were his eyes lifting to yours.

"Kaan, I'm staying the night."

With a soft stare, fatigued and barely resisting the tug of hibernation, the bundled naga crooked a smile. "Missed me that much already?"

"It's too dark for me to get home." The soft glow of his eyes and his frown reminded you that unlike humans, the naga was adapted to dim caves and night-darkened forests. Unable to look him in the eye, you pretended to search for somewhere to lay. "Not all nagas are as soft-hearted towards humans."

"Not humans." His arms reached out to you from the nest. "Just you. The cost of your stay is to cuddle me. Keep me warm."

The thick boots laced at your ankles landed with a thud even as you frowned. "But you're cold."

"So warm me up."

The chill of his arms made you gasp, but Kaan chuckled and tucked you even tighter. His nest was set in a dip of stone, cushioned by furs and blankets and old clothes, some yours that had somehow been “lost,” and laying on something warmed by the time Kaan had been curled here settled the nerves in your stomach.

The race of your heart lurched as the naga dragged his jaw against your crown, embracing you to his warming body. Bare chested as he was, your fingertips curled above his calming heartbeat and already, he was breathing slower.

Sleep evaded you with the steady tucking of cool scales against your legs. Kaan gripped you to him tighter, coming to clutch you to his chest, and sometime sleep came, when your ear was to his heart and his fingers tangled in your hair, pressing you there.

Without any light to wake you, it was the chill of a fire dying rousing you, and you woke much as you had fallen asleep; warmed in the softest hug, lips hovering to your forehead. There wasn't anywhere you would rather be; it would've been perfect, if the fire hadn't died.

Kaan's soft breaths nuzzled against your crown. He had woken only moments ago with you, but he was quick to draw you back when you readied to move, burying you beneath furs and his coils. He seemed as reluctant as you to leave, so you tucked into his chest, content to listen to the slow beat of his heart. It nearly soothed you back to sleep; the soft pace of like a lullaby.

Words thickened by lethargy, Kaan mumbled against your temple, "why is it only you come in winter?"

"Don't you want me to?"

"That wasn't the question."

Palm flat on his taut stomach, you watched the muscle tense beneath your touch, reluctant to even whisper, "I care about you."

"That would be why you spent the night wriggling closer then," Kaan teased, pressing his nose into your hair with a chuckle, even as you gasped and strained against him.

"I was wriggling because your coils tighten in your sleep! Don't blame me, you heat-hog! That tail-"

"Oh, this one?"

Scales rubbing together rasped like the soft burn of a fire now lost. Kaan weaved them against you until you were pressed flush, able to watch him bite back a grin when you grumbled, "you just want me close for heat."

"Mm. Speaking of heat," he breathed, and if he heard your heart spasm, he didn't show it. Kaan's palm stroked against the curve of your throat, thumb stroking where your collarbones dipped. "You ought to be careful about caring for me. It almost feels like courtship, and we wouldn't want me to fall into a mating rut, would we?"

The gentleness brushed where your neckline fell loose on your chest. His eyelids fell to where he traced the heat rushing to his touch, and the silence only dragged on. His chest rose on a deep breath, one caught in his throat as he whispered, "right?"

"Kaan…"

Hand framing your jaw, the naga swallowed hard, voice rasping. "Would we?"

"I," you shuddered at his forehead coming to yours, his lips only a mere breath away. "I wouldn't mind if you wanted to… to-"

"To mate you."

"To mate me," you echoed. "I wouldn't mind being your mate."

For a fleeting breath, Kaan laid against you, into you. Thick tail nudged to your hips and his lips were so warm where he was elsewhere cold. The affection you ached for flooded you down to your curling toes, but it was fleeting. Kaan unwound himself. He recoiled to the deepest corner of his nest, head tucked low, away from you.

"Go," he croaked. Kaan's claws bit into the cave beneath him; he had never been so small in your presence. "Go, please."

There was no arguing with the tremor in his plea, nor with the agony creeping into his face, the same you fought to hide deep in your chest. Only the words whispered in the back of your mind forced you from his nest, cold now without him beside you. He didn't want you, the voice hissed. He doesn't want you. The promise of a mate tempted him.

He wouldn't be fighting it so hard if that were true. Fighting for you.

Boots heavy on your dragging feet brought you to the mouth of the cave, but no further. The forests beyond remained hidden. Even the grip on the snow boots didn’t ground you when the unyielding stone forced you back from the force of your struggle.

"Kaan…"

"I can't," he mumbled. "If you stay, if-if-"

"The cave entrance is snowed over. The stones are frozen together and we're," you winced. "We're snowed in together, Kaan."

Hardly audible above the storm binding you to the cave, Kaan whispered, "no. No, you're just-you must be weak."

"I'm not weak, Kaan." Weaker than him, yes, but not weak. "If I was weak, I wouldn't make it to you through those woods."

"No… No, I didn't-" his gulp was audible. "May I try?"

Nothing stopped him from trying, but you. Kaan tucked himself round the cave wall and only met your eyes when you stepped back. Sharp guilt rose to tighten and bind your throat.

The rock didn't budge. Not with his body coiling tight and shoving harder, succeeding only to bruise himself.

You were locked together. Trapped.

Kaan's soft voice carried like the wind. Curled into the coldest crack of the entrance, it brushed so gently, quietly, you almost missed it. "Tell me you meant it." Though turned away still, the tip of his tail didn't miss when he reached, winding against your leg. "Tell me again."

"Kaan-"

"Don't come closssser if you didn't," he whispered.

The single step broke him. His tail swept you back but he caught you, the furs your cushions when he laid you down. Kaan framed your cheeks and nudged his nose to yours.

"Tell me before this goes any further," he said, his long eyelashes fluttering by yours. Even as he spoke, the claws of his fingertips traced beneath your thick layers, creeping up your stomach to brush your chest. "Tell me."

"Kaan, I want you to be my mate. I want to be yours."

The gentlest kisses faltered where your chest rose with shallow breaths. Together, the layers fell away, goosebumps and shivers blossoming beneath the cold air, beneath the softening, heated stare running low, lower to your hips struggling to lift beneath the weight of his.

On a warm laugh, Kaan rose up and helped you kick the rest free. Both laying bare, warm and close, your hands travelled the muscle of his chest - only for you to gasp.

The naga grinned, cheeks nestled to your thighs. One hiss made you whimper, forked tongue flicking up, a mere brush. "Kaan-"

"Yes?"

"Don't tease," you whispered, but the warming of his eyes promised nothing less than torture. His tongue slid from his lips reminiscent of how he tasted the fae food, and he tasted you with the same reverence, the same guttural groan as the tip flicked up your folds to brush your flushing bud. "Kaan," you gasped, and the naga only laughed deeper.

"Did you think I wouldn't savour you?"

"Savour-“ you choked. Morsel. “Kaan, I am not a meal-"

"You are," he murmured, and with his hands gripping your thighs, he dragged you from the nest and against his lips.

The cave rang with your hoarse cries and hollow breaths. So sensitive already, the tips of his tongue falling low sent a wave of fire through you. Kaan groaned with your heels digging hard into his back to beckon him close, but he never wasted a second, never wasted a breath that could be better spent pleasuring you.

He pleasured you too well. With a soft whisper unheard over the blood rushing in your ears, Kaan pressed a warm hand to your navel and held you down, the thick muscle slipping into your hips and- oh, you cried, the tip dragging slowly to the nerves tender and tightening.

The cave was dark enough, but only blurred spots danced in your vision. Your legs trembled. Kaan curled his tongue and dragged up, and you arched, bucked, overcome with a rush of-

Nothing.

"That… that was cruel," you struggled to say, shaking still as the crescendo began to ebb away and the offender grinned. His open mouthed kisses rose from your navel and up, pausing to press sharp teeth to your nipple until you sunk heavy again. "I won't... I won't beg."

"I think not. It will be me begging for you," he said to your lips. Thick on his tongue, Kaan kissed you deeper, cradling your crown as a weight nestled between your hips. His lips rose when you whined and spread your thighs wider, welcoming the thick, twin lengths heavy on your stomach. "And beg I will," he breathed, and two crooked fingers inched into you. "I want to make love to you, now. Please. Please," he whispered, fingertips where his tongue had been and teasing whines freely from you.

"I need you. I-"

Kaan's lips parted on bringing his slick fingers to his lips, and in parting them, you saw the swollen fangs, slick like his fingers as he sucked you from them. The gentlest warmth of his head running from your clit down stole your focus with ease, your eyes rolling and hips following, leaning up to align with his cock pressing down.

"Ready?" Kaan pressed his thumb to your lower lip, flushed and swollen, parted as you struggled for breath. Your muscles tightened at the steady rub of him to your centre, and you nodded. "Lips open, my mate."

"For… for the venom?"

"If you'd rather not," he rushed, and though you loved his need to reassure you, the pull of his body away twisted your stomach so you dug your heels into him and tensed. His cock entered you so slowly you nearly came, and when he stroked down your cheek to bring your eyes to his, the warmth there coaxed you back to that precipice. "Do you want it?"

The answer was yes to all he had, and you begged as much. Kaan chuckled and the rumbling met your lips. With the first tang of venom on your tongue, the naga rocked himself forward and his cock filled you, thick and curved and hot like his tongue meeting yours, blackened by the aphrodisiac tightening your chest.

It eased the slight burn in a breath and you nodded once, dragging your mate closer and reaching low to stroke the cock heavy on your stomach. Kaan shuddered and his body stiffened, a whimper passing you both.

Then he moved.

He moved and your body was aflame. The pleasure endless in your nerves arched your chest, Kaan nuzzling down to take your flushed nipples into his lips in turn and nip, suck, kiss, thrusting in time with your stuttered gasps.

Beyond the cave, wind howled; nothing like Kaan's deepened groans, his claws dipping into your thighs where he pushed you back and sunk deeper at this angle. Venom coated his lips. It coated yours, tingling in your throat, thoughts and stomach, until your breath caught.

He felt it, too. Kaan's forehead rested to yours as he rocked slower, deeper, and into your fist. With a bitten back smile, you squeezed your fingers and ran low to tease the slick dip in his scales, the slit, and the naga bellowed a harsh cry. He came deep, hot and strong and along your stomach, Kaan stealing your matching pleasure with a fevered kiss.

Neither of you felt sated. The venom still pulsed strong and hibernation was long forgotten, a mating rut stirred and his cocks stiff against you. Kaan cradled you on his lap as you sought to be closer, aching to take him again until you couldn't any longer.

Until the snow melted, you would wait in your naga's arms, feasting on sweet fae berries and his kisses.

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enjennie · 4 years ago

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Stay [ Lee Jeno x Reader ]

Summary: You find yourself in a dark room at a party underneath the basketball captain Lee Jeno. And he might just have a thing for you.

genre: Smut! (minors begone!) Fluff.

warnings: contains smut and profanity. losing virginity + unprotected sexc time (pls practice safe segz)

a/n: my second smut ... i’m still testing the waters and this isn’t proofread but i just wanted to write smth to destress. also yes there is lack of foreplay bc im not too familiar with writing that yet but i hope it's not too bad !! enjoy ♡

The room was both dark and unfamiliar, but you push yourself into it without a second thought. Jeno’s arms are wrapped around your waist securely, lips molded together in an electrifying kiss that sent waves of euphoria all over your body. Jeno wasn’t any more familiar than the room. Not to you, of course. You knew all about him, but not the other way around. You were a stranger to him. Or so you believed. But none of that mattered to you in the moment. It should have. Yes. You kissed him. Yes. You initiated it. So why were you so confused on why it was leading to a very heated make out and possibly into… sex?

The music from the party you’d both left downstairs is muffled by the shutting of the door but what was really drowning it out was Jeno taking you into another world of your own as his lips drift from yours down to your neck while his hands touch you in places you’ve never been touched before. It all felt like a dream. But his voice brings you back to reality, proving that this all was in fact real.

“Are you okay with this?” he breathlessly asks. You’d both gone from the door and were now on the bed, with him towering over you looking mighty as ever. Godlike. Jeno the basketball team captain, whom you’ve crushed on for years was in front of you, had just kissed you back. You gave him a nod, not having it in you to construct a sentence by how baffled you were. “You’re not…drunk, are you?” he tilts his head to the side, inspecting your face in the dim light the moon provided.

“I barely had anything to drink,” you shyly confessed. You’d been throwing out your drink in bushes and every shot you took were mostly infused with soda. But Jeno knew. Jeno noticed it all. He chuckled, dipping his head closer to yours. Close enough that he caught a whiff of your perfume, close enough to hear how your breath hitched in your throat with the sudden proximity between you two. “Me too,” he quietly whispers into your ear.

So why was this happening right now? If it isn’t because of the heavy alcohol intoxicating you both to make unsure decisions, why were you in a room with Jeno when you were both very much sober and aware of what was going to happen? It wasn’t like you were the only girl at this party. Why was basketball captain Lee Jeno in the room with you, student council secretary Y/N, right now? Isn’t it an odd pairing?

You couldn’t think about any of that. Not when his lips are on yours again and they’re all you could think about. It didn’t take long before his shirt was on a pile on the floor along with yours. Jeno drew circles on your waist with his thumb as he grinded against your needy area. Your fingers laced through his while the other found itself entangled in his hair. Jeno let out a low growl when you pulled on his roots, and you can’t keep the smug smile from appearing on your face at the thought of him reacting this way because of your doing.

He didn’t waste a second more, he lined his tip against your entrance after pushing your skirt up and panties aside and thrusted himself inside you, making you yelp louder than you’d intended. You forgot to mention the fact that you were a virgin. Never have gone past the third base. Jeno drew in a sharp breath at your tightness and seemed to notice that the sound you’d made was more pain than it was pleasure. The boy propped himself up to peer at you. “Are you okay? I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have gone so rough,” he apologized, concern flooding his face.

“I’m… I’m a virgin,” you let the cat out of the bag. It settled in the air for a while, hovering above the both of you in the dead silent room. You couldn’t look at his face. Out of embarrassment and shame. But Jeno placed a hand against your face, framing it and letting you look into his honey brown eyes in the darkness. “You’ve never done it before?” he whispers.

I ruined it. You thought. Maybe I should’ve told him I’ve already done it…

“C’mon,” he snaps you back into reality by pulling away and you see him holding his hand out to you. You stare at it, not knowing what to do in this situation. “Give me your hand,” Jeno smiled softly at you, his face completely changed as if he isn’t balls deep inside you right now.

You take his hand and he threads your fingers together, gripping yours firmly in his and pushing it down on the mattress. “Hold onto me, tell me how you like it,” Jeno shifts his body, pulling himself out of you, leaving you empty. Hollow. The friction made you gasp for air, which melted into a moan. You let your nails prick him on the hand from how hard you were holding his as he entered once again, slower this time. The stretch was painful, but so good. Jeno watched your face change from depicting pain to a mixture of pleasure. Such a sinful expression on an angelic face. You could feel him get harder inside you as he continued to thrust in a controlled pace.

“You okay” he asked softly. His mouth is by your ear and you can hear his soft panting. You let out a hum, too overwhelmed by what you were feeling to make up a reply. “Use your words, baby,” he urged.

“I feel great,” you breathlessly sighed back, just as his tip hit a new spot that felt otherworldly. “Fuck-,” you moaned. Jeno paused, biting on your neck, trying to restrain himself from going fucking you senseless.

“Keep going,” you directed. Jeno’s eyes grew dark from hearing your sultry voice telling him what to do. He pushed himself deeper, earning a delicious moan from you. Jeno bucked his hips and continuously rammed himself into you, filling you up with each thrust. He was pushing you into the soft mattress and had your thighs spread apart to give him space between them.

The sensation you felt gradually built up in your stomach as you cried out his name, your moans filling the empty room. Shutting your eyes and letting yourself indulge in the feeling Jeno gave you, the knot in your stomach tightened. He peppered your chest with kisses before his thrusts began to get sloppier, you noticed he was close. You let yourself look up at him and the sight of you was enough to send him to the edge as a string of curses along with your name escaped his mouth as he came. You clenched your walls around Jeno as you felt your orgasm hit moments after. Jeno slowed his pace down before pulling out completely and collapsed beside you, falling on the mattress of the poor stranger’s bed where you’d just lost your virginity in.

Your head was spinning and your hearts hammering as you came down from your highs. You turn to him, pushing your skirt down to cover your thighs.

“Did you enjoy th-,”

“That was amazi-,”

You both interrupt each other as you spoke, and you chuckle as he let you go first.

“That was amazing,” you finished your sentence. Jeno looked at you, his smile prominent on his face and his eyes displaying crescents. “Yeah? You’re not too bad yourself, made me forget that this is Hyucks’ parents bed,”

That was enough to get you to spring off of the bed, looking back at it in horror. Jeno cracks up laughing, sitting up and reaching for your shirt before handing it over to you and pulling his own over his head. “Let’s go somewhere else,” he says, his tone suggestive. You knew it was to ask for a greenlight. It was surprising he even wanted to spend more time with you after the sex. The question brought a smile to your face as you put your shirt back on.

“Let’s get out of here,” you tell him. Jeno smiled at you, pushing the hair that covered his view behind your ears.

That night, as you and Jeno sped away in his convertible with the top down, you let the cool wind run through your hair and engulfed the summer breeze. Jeno watched in awe, while he drove you to the hill with the best view of the city. He didn’t know how this was happening, when you both had never spoken before. It was always him and his little crush on you, going unnoticed. Shy glances from across the room at the girl who thought she was invisible when in fact you brought light into every room you walked into, almost like the sun followed you around.

But it was senior year. Fuck it, he thought. He’d heard you got into the college of your choice and it wasn’t in town. Jeno had decided on a whim that night, as he watched you bob your head to the song playing while mouthing the words along, that he was gonna tell you how crazy in love he was for you. When you disappeared into the hallway looking for the toilet, Jeno had followed you in a rush. To profess his adoration for you, tell you how you were the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. However, before he could spit it out, you’d kissed him. You didn’t know what came over you, in the moment it just felt right. It turns out to be the best decision you’ve ever made.

He pulled over, and you admired the view upon you. Twinkling lights from the bustling city of traffic and skyscrapers. Jeno turned the engine off, leaving you both in the sounds of nature around you. Crickets and the distant sign of life in the city. Cars beeping and music playing from different homes as seniors were having their party to celebrate the end of examinations. You looked at Jeno and he cupped your cheeks with his hand before pulling you in for another sweet kiss.

Unreal.

He pulled you easily onto his lap. How could you be so comfortable with a man you’ve technically just met? You felt like you could trust him with your life.

“We skipped all the formalities,” you murmured as you dipped your head close to his. Jeno lowered his gaze to your lips which made you subconsciously wet them with your tongue. He smiled sheepishly, leaning in and giving you a peck. “Then let’s start from the beginning,” He plants a kiss on your lips before pulling away after each one. “Hi-,”

Kiss.

“My name is-,”

Kiss.

“Lee Jeno,”

Kiss.

“Will you go out with me?”

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alreadyblondenow · 4 years ago

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White sheets & white lies

– Taeyong x female!reader – Smut, angst, fuck buddies au – 1,700k – Pure fiction, unprotected sex, kind of break up sex but they’re not together ajuju, crying after sex, face fucking, mentions of rough sex but mostly vanilla because hello they’re breaking up, lying

“I reserve a suite for us tonight, same hotel. I hope you’re available this time... uh, see you”

Taeyong’s voice message echos around your cold apartment as you remove your shoes and drop your keys on the coffee table. It’s the same voice message you’ve been avoiding for the past two months now and he hasn’t given up yet.

It wasn’t your fault that he fell for you even though you told him not to. He was nothing but a good fuck and a good friend for you but he wanted more and it’s something you can’t give to him. You tried liking the man and see him as someone who has good intentions for you, but you can’t force yourself to try for the rest of your life. You just can’t see him as someone whom you can be with until you grow old.

Taeyong on the other hand was hoping you would finally show up again in your scheduled meetings. He misses you, of course. And he can see that you wanted to end whatever kind of relationship you have with him but he’s not yet ready to let go. For two months, Taeyong has been waiting for you in the same hotel with high hopes that you will see him again even though you haven’t returned any of his messages. That’s how desperate he is.

And tonight, he promised that this will be his last desperate move.

“Hyung, you always do this for her but she never shows up” Doyoung lectures Taeyong from the other side of the line. It has been roughly five hours since he sent the voice message and you haven’t told him that you’re on your way already.

Taeyong let out a heavy sigh and completely given up. Maybe it's time to let you go without seeing you one last time, “I’ll call you again. Room service is here” he said and ends the call, dragging his body towards the door to open it. But to his surprise, it was you.

He quickly scanned what you’re wearing and the things you brought with you. Judging by the way you dressed tonight, you already came home and went here for him- “Don’t worry, I’m staying tonight. How are you?” you interrupted his thoughts and gave him a friendly kiss on his cheek as you welcome yourself to the suite, dropping your bags on the carpeted floor and letting your body fall on the soft mattress.

“You showered without me?” you smiled and invited Taeyong to join you.

“Thought you weren’t coming. Again. Where have you been? I missed you,” he wrapped you around his strong arms and kept you close, trying so hard not to remember that tonight will be the last time he can do this to you. “I want to slow down for tonight. I’m sorry I was selfish-“ you tried pushing him away because you don’t want to hear those heartfelt words but you can’t, he’s just too strong. “Listen to me first- I’m sorry I ruined us. We were perfectly fine and I ruined it because I fell in love. Tonight will be our last, and I promise I will never bother you again”

And just as you thought that you will push him away you didn’t. Instead, you tightened your embrace and cried close to his bare chest, staining the robe with your tears. “Let’s not sadly spend this night. U-unless you want to?” he tried cheering you up by showing a brave smile. Flashing it in front of you so you will stop crying.

Thankfully the doorbell rang to avoid this sad moment, “Take a shower, I’ll wait for you” he said and kissed your forehead before leaving you in bed to get to the door. This time it really is room service.

While you were having dinner with Taeyong and finishing a few glasses of wine, you realized that you missed the man who has done nothing but to love you and treat you right from sun up to sundown. You also noticed that he was delaying everything maybe because he doesn’t want this night to end so soon yet.

But when he finally gets you started by kissing your neck and untying your robe, you suddenly stopped him because you remember you’re not on the pill anymore. “Fuck- I’m sorry, but it’s okay. Pull out for tonight?” you cup his bare face and told him that it’s okay, you trust him. “Besides fucking raw will make it special for our last night-“

“Don’t remind me,” he cut you off and kissed you until your backs hit the mattress. You untie Taeyong’s robe to expose his body which he did the same for you, smirking while he spreads kisses on your body that he missed touching, biting, and kissing.

“I need you to be gentle tonight Tae, it’s been so long since our last,” you said and rake away his hair from his beautiful face.

“I will… try my best,” he winked and proceeds to kiss your neck and chest. Reaching for your hands to intertwine his fingers with yours and kiss your knuckles. Making your heart flutter but avoid his eyes because of guilt. “Hey, don’t avoid my eyes. You love it when I melt you my gaze,” he said in a very sexy tone, he put his right hand in between your bodies to run a finger up and down your wet slit. He watched you lose yourself with his touch and enjoy what he’s doing, spreading your legs wider for him and automatically wrapping your arms and legs around him.

When he lined his raw cock on your entrance and started pushing in slowly, you wanted him to go slower because you’re having a hard time taking his girth tonight. “Tae-“ you moaned and tried pushing him but he doesn’t care, he knew you love it whenever it hurts so good. “Fuck that felt good,” you said when his cock is finally deep inside you. The familiar stretch of Taeyong’s cock always felt so amazing every time you fuck, maybe this is one of the reasons why you kept him seeing him.

“Going slow,” he said while watching you part your lips and move your head from side to side. Listening to your groans and moans, and savoring the sound of his name every time you moan it. He moved his hips oh so slowly, holding you by the waist so tightly that you know it will leave marks the next day. You folded your left leg so he can go deeper and thrust in a different angle, making him groan deliciously near your ear and moan your name.

Soon his slow thrust became a tad bit faster but not enough to make the bed move like the usual and both of his arms are around your body so he can fuck you closer and reach for your lips. He watches your boobs bounce from time to time and watch his cock go inside your cunt, which made him started to fuck you hard now. “I’m sorry, I just missed you so much,” he said while thrusting so hard that you feel the impact in your whole body.

You grip the sheets and tried releasing yourself from his hold, but you can’t because the gentleman above you is fucking you at an animalistic pace that felt really good. Overstimulating you by using his fingers while trying to keep you calm by kissing you. You don’t know where to focus by now but you feel your body getting weaker by the second.

When he finally pulled out, he kneeled in front of your face. Putting his knees on the sides of your head and making you open your mouth so he can still have the pleasure of cumming inside you.

Taking his throbbing cock in, he fucked your mouth slowly to make sure he won't hurt you as he shoots his cum straight to your throat.

You watch him take heavy breaths and whimper like he was crying while his cock was still inside your mouth and moving his hips slightly… only to found out that he was indeed crying.

He pulled slowly and kissed you with want as he intertwines his fingers with yours and making you hug him. “Please don’t leave me,” he finally said what his heart truly wants. You tried pulling away from the hug because everything is just too much for the both of you and you need to stop hurting each other from now on, but Taeyong only tightens his hug and begged further.

To make him calm, you returned the hug and kiss whatever part of him that’s within your reach. His shoulder, his temple, and his cheek. “Give me a good reason why I should let you go,” he said and waited for your answer.

“I’m in love with someone else,” lie. You didn’t mean to lie but you knew Taeyong would respect and let you go if this was the case. So you have no choice. And you were right because the moment you lied to him, his tight embrace loosened up and you can finally catch your breaths properly.

“It’s not fair,” you witness his tears fall from his eyes and you quickly dry it with your thumb. “I loved you too,” he added and shared the comfort of the soft mattress with you. He was still sobbing, but you two grew quiet and covered your naked bodies with the thick white sheet.

“Funny how this reminded me of our first night together, the only difference was were laughing and giggling nonstop that night. And now I can’t stop crying,” he rolled on his side to face you keep you close, kissing your nose your cheek as he apologizes over and over again for crying in front of you.

And that was the last time you heard from him. He loved you so much that he respected your love towards someone who isn’t real and kept his promise by not bothering you again. And it will be a lie that you have to live with every day and Taeyong will become your biggest regret.

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jawritter · 4 years ago

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Where The Green Grass Grows

Chapter 3

Summary: Life changes, nothing ever stays the same. With most change comes with some degree of pain, that’s how we grow.

Jensen thought he had his whole life planned out, written for him in the bright lights of Hollywood. One failed marriage later, and a lifetime of lessons learned, lead him home to a place he thought he’d left behind him when he was only a teenager.

He thought his life was over. He felt like he’d lost everything, but who knew one little trip to the local diner that had just opened up outside of town would turn his whole world upside down. All because he met you. Maybe a little slower pace of life isn’t such a bad idea after all…

Warnings: Language, Angst, mention of past OC character death, mention of grief, fear of moving on.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Word Count: 1652

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“Ugh! Is this day ever going to end!” you groan as you flop down onto the unoccupied stool that was sitting in front of the bar. Old country music was blaring overhead and the chatter of customers filled the room. The smell of fast food was always so thick in this place that sometimes you felt it was suffocating, and today was one of those days.

You wanted nothing more than to go home and sink into a hot bath with a glass of wine and a book. You only had one more hour, if you could just make it one more hour, then you could go home.

“You’re getting out of here before closing at least,” Jess said as she came to drop some ones and fives into the cash register beside you. “I’m stuck here until closing tonight.”

You were just about to point out how she would at least get good tips with it being a Saturday, but the sound of the door chiming alerted you both to the incoming customer, and you could tell by the grin on her face who had just walked in without even having to turn around.

Jensen had been coming in every day since he’d come in that Sunday after church with his family. At first, he would come in and not say a lot, just sit at the bar or back corner booth and order his meal. He would try and make light conversation with you, nothing too alarming or out of the ordinary of what any other regular does.

Then about a week in he started to try and make more in-depth conversations with you as you worked around him, either cleaning tables or waiting on him specifically.

Jess had been running around you for days now insisting that Jensen had a crush on you. You yourself were not as convinced as she was. Sure, he was devastatingly attractive, and sure, he was an absolute sweetheart; but that didn’t change the fact that no matter how attractive you found him you were not in his league.

“Hey ladies,” he said, flopping down next to you, and giving you a soft smile that seemed to make your knees weak every time he did that.

“Well, well, look who’s back already,” Jess quips to him with a smirk of her own. Jensen laughs a little and shakes his head before taking the drink that she was handing him from across the counter. He’d been in here so much that you both could just about guess his order before he even got around to telling it.

“I had to see my favorite girls,” he said, throwing his arm around you playfully, and causing a blush to burn deep in your cheeks. You were slightly thankful for the bell ringing that told you table three’s order was ready. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of Jensen, and if he saw you blushing you were sure you would literally die on the spot.

You could feel Jensen’s eyes on you as you grabbed the tray of burgers and fries, and made your way over to the table where your customers were waiting. You were hoping that it would give you enough of a moment to collect your nerves before making your way back over to the bar where Jensen and Jess were still sitting.

You had been doing some research on Jensen since you’d met him that day he’d left you the note and the large tip. Some things he’d already told you. Like his long-running show ending, the divorce he’d recently gone through, he’d told you about his three kids. The thing that bothered you the most, aside from why the hell he was hanging out here with you, was why they divorced?

He had still not told you that much, and you didn’t want to just out and out ask him, but the tabloids seemed to think it was because he was a cheater, and then some think it was because she cheated, which leads to a whole new set of rumors that go from Jensen being an abusive husband, to Danneel being a whore, and it was impossible to tell what was true and what was false.

You knew it shouldn’t bother you, and you were in no way going to ask him what happened with his last marriage, but you wanted to know all the same. Your eyes drifted up to meet his piercing gaze as you grabbed the empty napkin holder from the table to replace it with a fresh one, and he sent you that same soft smile.

He was so contradictory to everything you had ever heard about celebrity men. He seemed so kind. He listened when you talked to him, and seemed legitimately to care about what you were saying. He was so self-sacrificing in everything he seemed to be involved in, and whatever he was doing, he seemed to put his all into it. He was passionate and caring, and everything any girl ever dreamed of getting when she was grew up.

The only problem you had was the fear that these feelings were one-sided and that you were mistaking his kind personality for something more, even though you knew you were nowhere near this man’s type.

You had seen the pictures of his ex-wife, and you knew there was no way you’d ever be able to measure up to someone as beautiful as she was. So you knew that you had to get these emotions, this crush, under control before he comes in one day with another pretty girl on his arm, and it was all over for your heart.

Why did you have to have a crush on someone so completely perfect, and at the same time so completely out of reach as soon as you decided to try and put yourself back out there? It was unfair at best, and tragic at it’s worse.

Taking a deep breath you make your way back over to your current seat, and look up at the clock. Jensen didn’t miss the small glance and turned on his seat to face you fully, his gorgeous bowed legs spread and his knee touching yours, but he didn’t seem to mind or at least notice. You, on the other hand, you noticed, and it took a lot to concentrate because of the small contact his body was making with your own.

“So, when do you get off today?” Jensen asked, grabbing a fry and shoving it in his mouth as a plate of food was placed in front of him.

“In about thirty minutes,” you tell him with a deep sigh, it had been a long shift. 10 am to 7 pm was the worst because it took up most of your day, and you got the bad end of both shifts, lunch and then dinner rush.

“Oh,” he said, his handsome face falling a bit. “I was hoping I’d have a little longer to talk to you before you got off. I would have come in sooner, but I was on a Zoom call with my agency,” he said, some stress returning to his shoulders as he busied himself with his fries again.

“Well, I’m here for a little bit,” you tell him, giving his knee a playful nudge with yours and earning a cheeky chuckle from him. “Are you getting ready to go back to California anytime soon?” you asked him, more than a little afraid of what the answer was going to be.

You had gotten used to him coming in every day, and you didn’t like the thought that he might be leaving again.

“No, not now anyway. That was just check-in and updates, more a waste of time than anything.”

You hoped the amount of relief you felt didn't show on your face as much as you thought it must have, and you had to bite down on your lip to stop the smile that started to creep up there. When you looked up at him you wondered how it was possible that his eyes could sparkle like that all the time.

“Well, what are you going to be doing then Mr. Ackles. You’re going to get tired of being here every day after a while. Texas doesn’t have as much to offer as L.A. I’m sure.”

Jensen hummed and you could have sworn that his eyes traveled down to your lips before looking back up to meet your eyes again.

“That’s a matter of perspective sweetheart.”

You thought that you heard his voice dropped a whole octave, and you had to suppress the shudder that wanted to roll through your body. You hadn’t noticed that the two of you had been gravitating closer to one another while you were talking until Jess came and cleared her throat loudly from behind the bar.

“You two love birds better be careful now, Y/N is still on the clock, and table six needs a refill.”

Jensen clears his throat and sits up quickly, grabbing his drink as if his life depended on it, and you turned towards the counter as if you had been shot.

“I’ll just go get that,” you mumble as Jensen chuckles and watches you run off to refill the drinks.

“Keep trying Jensen, she’ll come around,” Jess told him, and Jensen gave her a tight smile in return.

“Oh, I don’t give up so easily on something I want,” Jensen said as he took a healthy bite from his burger, his eyes still trained to you as you talked to your customers.

He didn’t know how, but he had to get you to open up to him. He thought he’d never feel this way about someone again after his world fell apart, but you were just the breath of fresh air that would keep him from drowning.

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aries-writes-shit · 4 years ago

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Two birds

Main Pairing(s): sapnap x reader , Wilbur x reader, dream team x reader

prompt/request: The song Two Birds by regina spektor

A/N: ive got two fics coming out with the same song, but diffrent premise. this is the first of the two, im hopng to get the other one out sometime soon. my requests are open btw!

Two birds on a wire

One tries to fly away

And the other watches him close from that wire

He says he wants to as well

But he is a liar

You and Sapnap had been friends since you were little. The two of you got along well, seekngs as your fathers were friends. It helped that you both were netherborn beings, Sapnap a blaze hybrid and you a ghast hybrid.

"C'mon Sap, we gotta hurry, dream'll kill us if were late" you exclaimed, Sprinting down the path towards you, dream, george and sapnaps club house. "Slow down (Y/N)" he called out from behind you "your too fast". You let out a chuckle as you slowed your pace so sap could catch up. “sorry sap, i keep forgetting im like twice you size”. he let out a laugh in response as you two set off, you a bit slower this time, to where your other two friends awaited.

I'll believe it all

There's nothing I won't understand

I'll believe it all

I won't let go of your hand

Despite growing up and developing completely seperate personalities, you and sapnap were still close friends. You became more reclusive while your hotheaded best friend became more loud, if that was even possible. Yet despite your reclusiveness you still managed to make some friends outside of your three childhood friends.

Two birds on a wire

One says c'mon and the other says "I'm tired"

The sky is overcast and I'm sorry

When you two found out about having to fight eachother in the l'manburg war, you were distraught, sapnap was your best friend. Sapnap on the other hand seemed to almost not care, but he sure seemed to be a bit excited to fight. Both Dream and Wilbur pretty much banned the two of you from talking, Something about protecting information. You were more upset then sapnap would ever be, but you still tried to move on.

One more or one less

Nobody's worried

I'll believe it all

There's nothing I won't understand

When Eret lead you all down to the final control room,you were not expecting to be outnumbered by your old freinds. Your red eyes filled with tears, wails escaping your mouth as you swung your smite sword towards where Eret stood. Everyone else had been fighting, so you were pretty much left to fight eret. You lost a Cannon life in that room that day. After that incident, you grew to despise your old friends, and vice versa. The ghast hybrid who was once a staple for the boys drifted far apart from them with age.

I'll believe it all

I won't let go of your hand

Two birds of a feather

Say that they're always gonna stay together

"C'mon down (Y/N)!" A younger dream called out. laughing, you floated above the three with dreams mask, Georges goggles and saps bandana. "Never" you cackled floating a bit higher. You continued floating up, until you hit your head . You let out your signature strangled wail as you hit the groud hard, The three boys racing to where you lay, sobbing. "Are you alright (Y/N)?"

"(Y/N)?" Wilbur asked, waving his hand infront of your face. Its been forever since you last saw your old friends, but now l'manburg was a flourishing nation. "Sorry will, was spacing out" you mumbled. "I was just telling you how my old friend, shlatt is coming down to help with the election".

But one's never going to let go of that wire

He says that he will

But he's just a liar

When wilburs friend turned on him, running for president and winning, then exiling your now only friends, you were furious. Your once calm, Melancholic demeanor turned to one filled with hatred for those around you. History began to repeat itself with tommy and wilbur so you left the place you helped build up in the dead of night, Hoping to find a place where you wouldnt have to worry about losing anyone else.

Two birds on a wire

One tries to fly away and the other

Watches him close from that wire

You had been living a nomadic life when techno and dream had approached you, they wanted help in destroying l'manburg. You had onced loved that place, but from the way techno described it, it was far from a happy nation anymore. You had been reluctant to help, specifically because of dream, but you were willing to put your differences aside, because what else did you have left to do on your last life other then destroy something big that cause more pain then it was worth.

So you did, Alongside techno, Philza and dream, you helped in the destruction on the place you built. You could see the horrified eyes of tubbo and tommy, Wilbur still nowhere to be seen despite having a hand in the destruction, as you spawned in a wither with techno. Your once constantly teary red eyes filled with a sadistic joy, you enjoyed this. Yet, even though you had been happier then ever, Sapnap and George stared at you and dream with horror ever present on their faces. You had laughed at that, maybe, just maybe, people would finally stop taking you for granted

Two birds on a wire

He says he wants to as well, but he is a liar

One tries to fly away and the other

You died that day, along with Wilbur and Shlatt, the three of you in the afterlife together. Your most prominent inlife ghast features were an explosive crimson against the grey of your ghostly form. But despite dying a horrible death via dreams literal backstabbing, you were finally at peace and you finally weren't always weeping

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journeystartstoday · 3 years ago

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Story Time

The Adoption - Meeting A New Friend

Words: 4623

Summary: This is the story version of how the adoption process went from start to end with @adventures-on-foster-island ! Thanks again!

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It was unsettling to settle back in to say the least.

Going from constantly traveling to sitting at home everyday was a change neither me or my pokemon were very happy about at first. Of course, I had discussed it with them before I made the decision to come home, and of course, it was great to see my family and friends again after that year away, but it was also... slower. More controlled. Less exciting in a way that constantly being surrounded by the unexpected does to you. In my little rented appartment in Rota, there were no wild pokemon that would steal my lunches, no random trainers that would challenge me as soon as our eyes met. There were no mad dashes to outrun rain clouds and no seeking shelter with wild pokemon... everything was peaceful. Everything was safe.

Luckily, it never became boring. In my first couple of days back, just as I was taking a stroll around town to see what had changed and to greet the merchants and shopkeepers I grew up around, Miss Chiba from the bakery offered me a job. The best kind of coincidence, right? During my journey I had garnered many different recipes and tips and tricks to make different pasteries, so of course I happily agreed. Eevee was over the moon when I told them the news and insisted on keeping me company during my working hours... totally not because they had a sweet tooth and were banking on getting all the left-overs and taste tests they would likely be gifted if they hung around the kitchen all day...

Okay, so maybe I had spoiled Eevee too much on our time on the road. Nothing wrong with that.

To my surprise, Riolu declined the invitation to come along with us, even if she was as much a sweets lover as Eevee. Instead, she wanted to keep training and keep honing her powers so she could be ready for when I would inevitably go on another journey again. It was sweet, so I let her, with the promise that she came by during lunch break so we could all eat together and hear about her process.

And that's how my days back home went from then on. Eevee and I would see Riolu to the city wall and wave her goodbye as she headed towards the small forest where she liked to train, and then Eevee and I were off to the bakery. It was a nice change of pace for a while. Homey. Safe. But after a couple of weeks I started to get this weird, empty feeling. Like something was missing. Incomplete.

Whether it was because of my former partner Squirtle, who had left the team at the end of my journey through Kanto to be with a group of wild Squirtle that wanted him to be their leader and protector; or because my apartment was a little small (even if it beat my little tent by a mile) and I felt constricted somehow... I don't know. But the short version of it was that I wanted to change things up a little. I couldn't go on another journey. Not yet. Only a couple more weeks and I had enough money for that. However, a friend recommended me something else. Something better.

Adopt a pokemon.

To be honest, I was a little skeptical of it at first, since I didn't know if I was capable of caring for a pokemon that could possibly have bad memories with people, but I still wanted to give it a chance. I wouldn't be a very good trainer if I wouldn't.

It was on one of my days off, and Eevee and I persuaded Riolu to take a rest day too, so we could all walk towards the closest pokemon centre together. There, I made a call. It was to Ellisa, former pokemon researcher and head caregiver of Foster Island, an island facility dedicated to saving and caring for neglected, abandoned, or abused pokemon. Of course, there were multiple ways to adopt a pokemon, but my friend had been really adamant about this place. I could hardly argue against it, especially when she showed me one of the pokemon she had adopted from the place. It was a little cutie, so precious, but still a bit wary of other trainers. It totally convinced me. It would take a while to travel there once I had chosen a date to look at the pokemon for adoption, but at least this saved me from doing hours of research and chickening out. All in all, it was a great way to adopt a new friend.

Anyway, I called Ellisa and after a short trading of names and giving introductions, I told Ellisa my story and told her a bit about what I did in daily life nowadays. It wasn't much to go on honestly, so I was pleasantly surprised when after about two hours, Ellisa called me back to say she had a few candidates that would like to meet me! I was so excited and immediately scheduled a day I would come by. The days that followed where filled with daydreaming and planning my short trip overseas, but I was so looking forward to it that time flew by in no time!

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And now I sit here, on the deck of a ship that is taking me, Riolu and Eevee towards Foster Island. Finally! I'm a little nervous if I have to be honest, but I think the knot in my stomach belongs to the good kind of nerves. The jittery, excited kind.

"Eievui!" Little brown paws clamber across my leg. Eevee smugly sits themselves on my lap and strains their neck to look over the railing of the ship.

"Be careful," I say to them, gently placing a hand against their belly to keep them from falling off. Eevee just wiggles a little on my lap, but keeps watching the water pokemon before us. Seels skirt across the water's surface, while magikarps and tympoles occasionally spring from the water in high arcs before they dissappear under the waves again. Everytime the latter happens, Eevee squals in glee, never failing to point out that there was a water pokemon there, did you see that?!

Or at least, I think they say that. I could be wrong.

I softly pat Eevee's head as they keep watching the waves and I slowly turn to meet Riolu's gaze. She stands next to the door that leads inside the boat. Ever since I received her, she has always been the 'cool' type of pokemon. Crosses her arms, stands slightly back and leans against the wall of the ship so you can't see the happy sparkle in her eyes - the whole deal. It only makes her cuter honestly. I'm carefull not to break her bubble though. She once tried to tell me that she did it because she felt like she was the protector of our little family. So cute.

She believes that for that she always has to stay back and keep watch. Keep us safe.

And she does. She really does keep us safe, both during our journey and now that we are on a trip to find a new friend. I just hope she can let her guard down a little when we meet them so there's no hostility or anything from the start. I've been told Riolu's cold demeaner scares off some pokemon, but I'm sure that won't be the case now. To be sure, I ask with my eyes if she's doing alright. She simply nods back.

Okay, so she is just as nervous as I am, I'm glad.

After a period of watching the waves and listening to the soft chitter from Eevee, the boat finally moors on Foster Island, an assistent already waiting for me there. She gives me a soft smile and brings me along to the care facility further down the coast. I'm no connoiseur on architecture, but the building just screamed safe and open to me as soon as I saw it. A lot of glass, a lot of white, happy paintings of happy pokemon on banners at both sides of the entrance. Just as we enter the building, I let Eevee down from where I kept them against my chest. I saw a small playground just to my left. They always love those.

"Come back when I call, 'kay?" I yell at their retreating form.

"Vuivui!"

...I'll search for them when the time comes.

The assistent leads me and Riolu further into the building untill we arrive at a large room, one wall completely made of glass so everyone can see the small garden on the other side. From where I enter I can already see a couple of Bidoof chasing each other in a friendly game of tag, while a Pachirisu and Buneary are peeking out from behind a bush and watch them with interest. It warms my heart to see them so carefree. Who knows what they have had to endure to come here?

"You may take a seat here," the assistent says and gestures around at the various sofa's and beanbags, "Ellisa will meet you shortly. Please make yourself comfortable."

"Thank you-" The assistent is already gone. Well. Okay.

I sit down on one particularly soft-looking beanbag and almost drown it, before righting myself. Hopefully nobody was watching the security cameras; that was akward. Next to me, Riolu snickers. I have the urge to respond sarcastically, but... well, it was kind of funny. I laugh with her.

The floor of this room is a soft carpet, pastel colored circles spread across it that makes the place look happy and safe. A perfect place to play. I'm almost tempted to throw off my shoes and let my feet rest on the soft carpet, but I decid that it would probably be best not to do that in a public space.

Riolu and I watch the pokemon behind the glass play and relax, untill a door to my right opens.

"Sky?"

"Yes, that's me."

Ellisa steps inside the room and holds out her hand. I shake it.

"It's nice to finally meet you in person," Ellisa says.

"Likewise." I smile at her, but soon my eye catches movement behind her. A small Bidoof appears from behind her legs. It's body is smaller than the Bidoof I had seen in the garden and it's teeth are far more white. Like they have been cleaned far more recently. Or are newly grown. I hope it's not the latter.

Ellisa notices my gaze and smiles softly at Bidoof. "This is Bidoof," she introduces it, "This one came to us with overgrown front teeth, as her trainer left her in a crate with nothing to chew most of the time. Her mouth has fully recovered, as you can see, as well as her fighting spirit." She came a little closer to me to whisper, "She does still have claustrophobia however, so avoid putting her in any kind of container or very small room if you choose her."

As soon as I hear that I can feel my heart break a little. That must have been horrible. No wonder even now, Bidoof seems skittish around me. It wouldn't be easy to open yourself up to new people after experiencing something like that.

"It is nice to meet you Bidoof," I say and crouch down in front of her. I want to pet her, but decide against it. Instead I give her my brightest smile. "I'm glad you're doing alright now."

Bidoof cautiously shuffles from behind Ellisa's legs and approaches me. She's just precious. When she's close enough, Bidoof dips her head down a little.

Ah, I understand.

"May I?"

"Bi-bi."

I reach out with my hand and slowly, gently cart my fingers through her fur. It is incredibly soft. Bidoof croons quietly.

"This is going to be impossible..." I murmur to myself. How will I ever choose? I stand up again, to the slight disappointment of Bidoof. Ellisa just smiles and nods at an assistent that just entered the room with a pokemon in their arms. It's a Lotad, but with a small, pale purple water lilly on it's lilly pad. It's so cute!

"This is Lotad," Ellisa says, and thanks the assistent as she takes Lotad in her own arms, "This is the sweetest little guy in our garden pool. We assume that he was abandoned before the flower bloomed, and the trainer thought he was sick when he saw the bud growing... He's pretty cold resistant, and finds it too hot here on the island. He said he'd like to travel again soon."

I smile at Lotad, who shyly turns his gaze away. I can't imagine anyone leaving him just for his looks. It almost makes me mad, but I manage to keep my smile as I nod at Lotad. "You look beautiful Lotad, anyone thinking otherwise cannot see what is right in front of them."

The water type shifts a little in Ellisa's arms, but I can see it preens at the compliment. Good.

A soft knock on the open door alerts me to the next arrival. A Skarmory stands in the doorway, it's expression closed off and cold. Scars litter it's body that resemble the silhouettes of dead trees, as if his body is still in the hold of their branches and never managed to escape them. It saddens my heart. Skarmory must notice my expression, because as he steps further into the room, he grumbles and turns his head away from me.

Ellisa starts with the introduction as if there has not already happened an akward exchange between us.

"This is Skarmory. He was rescued from a poaching operation about a year ago, and had been badly electrocuted multiple times there. Although he is all healed, his scars never disappeared..." Skarmory shifts on his legs, but keeps his eyes on the ground. "I know he may look intimidating-"

May look intimidating? He practically already rejected me after our eyes met for only a second!

"-but I swear that it's quite on the contrary. Skarmory here has the largest heart of any of the pokemon here and will put himself in danger if that means he can help those he cares about."

I swallow through the rejection and tug my lips back up in a smile. "It is nice to meet you, Skarmory." My voice gets stuck in my throat. What else can I say to him? He even refuses to look me in the eye...

No doubt picking up on my unease, Riolu steps forward and quietly growls something at Skarmory. The steel and flying type does look up from that, but his expression is anything but friendly. Before Riolu can get closer and possibly start a fight, I step in between the two hard heads.

"Be nice, you two. This is just an introduction session, no time for a battle." I look at Riolu and raise an eyebrow. Riolu huffs, but stands back. My arms drop back to my sides. "Good."

I turn to Ellisa, who is placing Lotad on the ground. She pulls a spray bottle from... somewhere, and softly sprays his lilly pad. Then as she stands up, she smiles at all three of the adoption pokemon now present.

"These are the pokemon that were the most insistent on meeting with you, Sky," she says. I can't help but be a little surprised by that and try to catch Skarmory's eyes, but he has his head down again. "You have about the next hour or so to get to know them and play a little with them. I will come back when it's time to say goodbye or for you to make a choice. You may choose if you want to stay inside or if you want to go into the garden, that's up to you. I hope you will all have a good time." After saying her goodbyes to the pokemon, she leaves us alone.

It is quiet for a second, but I decide to take the lead and break the silence. I clasp my hands together.

"Alright! What about you three give us a tour of the garden? I would like to see all your favorite spots. Does that sound like a plan?"

"Bi-bi!" Bidoof happily makes his way to the door, and Lotad and a hesitant Skarmory follow her. I take Riolu's paw and follow behind them. Hopefully, all will work out now.

~*~

The garden truly is a special place. There's something for every kind of pokemon — a small patch of ice in the corner for pokemon who want to cool down after playing, a sandy part for pokemon to sunbathe in. A small pool is surrounded by low grass hills, and trees and bushes provide cover from the sun that shines down from between the walls of the facility. Patches of flowers are scattered across the grass, and I think I even saw some holes that were no doubt dug out by pokemon to create makeshift tunnels underground.

And really all sorts of pokemon live here. When Bidoof showed me her favorite hiding place between a circle of small, blue berrie bushes, I spotted an Aromatisse and a Goomy hiding there as well. When Lotad showed me how he liked to drift in the pool and play with the other water types, I saw a Helioptile just off the side recharching in the sun, while a Ledian quietly zoomed by. The garden was almost filled to the brim with different kinds of pokemon, but it seemed that everyone had found their own little places and spots. It warmed my heart to see it.

During the tour outside, Riolu had stood back, leaning next to the glass door we entered from with her arms crossed. Skarmory had stayed back as well, but at the other side of the door, still visibly avoiding getting too close to any of us. Secretly, I hoped that they would be able to gain an understanding during their quiet brooding, so I let them to themselves.

Besides, I had already enough to do just following the increasingly enthusiastic Lotad and Bidoof around. Halfway through our walk through the garden, a caregiver brought Eevee to the garden and, instantly, a friendship bloomed between them and the adoption pokemon. From that moment on, I let myself fall down in the grass and told them to go on playing. I needed a break.

~*~

Now, I sluggishly blink my eyes open as I feel a soft prodding against my cheek. "Wha-" I yawn. My eyes adjust to the sunlight and begin to focus. Riolu is kneeling beside me, poking my cheek and softly calling my name.

"Rio... Rio."

I wipe away some drool and lift myself from the ground with one arm. "I'm awake, I'm awake."

Riolu sits back on her knees. "Riolu-ri, Rio."

"I know, I know," I say, "but I was too comfortable to resist it." I rub my eyes and look around. I'm still in the garden of the Foster Island's adoption facility, but... there are no pokemon anywhere nearby.

A low growl startles me. I look to my left, where Skarmory is standing. He's looking straight at me, but I can't figure out what his expression means. Is he mad? Irritated?

"Ah, you're awake." The door to the garden opens and Ellisa steps inside. She smiles knowingly. "I was just about to announce that your time is up for today, since we have another appointment in half an hour. I have to say though... this has been the most unusual getting-to-know session I have seen in a while."

I feel heat rise to my cheeks. I hastily push myself from the ground and wipe away some grass blades from my clothes and hair. "I'm so sorry!" I exclaim, "I hadn't meant to fall asleep! I'm sorry I scared everyone away..." I look around. Was that a Pachirisu I saw ducking behind a bush? Oh no, I really scared them...

Ellisa laughs.

...Huh?

"Oh, quite on the contrary," Ellisa assures me, "the pokemon were all so curious to come closer. Most of them have never seen a human so unguarded around them before. When some of them began to climb on top of you however... Skarmory and Riolu stepped in and chased them away. Together, might I add." A glint in her eye. "They make quite the team."

Oh.

I look at Riolu, then Skarmory. Skarmory averts his gaze. I still smile at him. "Well, thank you then. For saving me," I say.

Skarmory grunts quietly.

"Lu-rio," Riolu adds. She sounds approving, almost proud.

Guess the choice is already made for one of us.

"And... where is Eevee?" I turn back to Ellisa, who nods at a collection of trees just off the side. I carefully approach the trees and when I hold away a couple of branches, I am pleasantly surprised. There, right between the trees, are Lotad, Eevee and Bidoof, quietly nibbling on some red berries. The leafs russle as I move them and Eevee looks up from her meal at the sound.

"Eievui!" They bounce from their spot, right into my arms. I almost drop them, but quickly adjust.

"Hi there. I see you entertained yourself just fine?"

"Eievui-vui!"

"I'm glad."

I look at Lotad and Bidoof. "And I'm sorry, but Ellisa told me my time's up for now. I hope you can forgive me for falling asleep when we had only so little time to get to know each other."

"Tad."

"Bidoof."

They both nod and follow me from inbetween the trees back to where Ellisa, Riolu and Skarmory are waiting for us. I bring Eevee along in my arms.

"In some adoption cases, I advice the trainers to come back for a second time, either when they're still not sure who to choose or if I think the pokemon haven't accepted them yet," Ellisa says.

I nod, already planning another date in my mind I could get free to come over once more.

"...However," Ellisa says and I look up in surprise, "I would say that in this instance a second appointment is not really necessary, is it?" She looks at the adoption pokemon. "I saw the way they interacted with you and I must say they haven't been this expressive and... happy in a while. I am sure any of them would be ecstatic if you were to adopt them."

My mouth is agape, I know it, but I can't help it. All three of them... like me? I let my eyes drift over them and they all look back with the pokemon-equivalent of smiles.

The choice had been hard, but even I cannot deny that I already feel which of them would fit my little family the best. Even if I was not awake to experience it, I know it when I look at them. I know it when I look at Riolu.

They would be the perfect fit.

I slowly breathe in through my nose, out of my mouth. This is it.

"I... I think you're right," I say carefully, paying attention to each of the adoption pokemon responses. Bidoof stares at me with sparkling eyes, Lotad's flower spreads even wider open and even Skarmory chances a glance at me, but quickly looks the other way.

Ellisa nods. "Then please, say your choice and be sure to give your goodbyes to the others. I will be waiting for you inside." Ellisa then turns around and leaves me along with my pokemon and the others. I sigh and crouch in front of the three pokemon anxiously awaiting my words.

"You would all be amazing fits to my team, I can feel that. And this wasn't an easy choice, so please, know that whatever I choose here, some trainer will come by that will pick you too, alright? No feeling down about it, because your time will come. I know it." I swallow before I continue. "...but I think I have chosen already."

I shift a little to look at each of them, my eyes landing and staying on the last of the three, who, for the first time this afternoon, actually looks back.

"I hope I can earn your trust, Skarmory, because you already have mine. Will you accept becoming a part of my team?"

I see the exact moment the implications of the words settle in, because small beads start the form at the corners of Skarmory's eyes. He closes them, then opens them and says, "Skar-skarmory." It sounds unsure, but hopeful.

"I take that as a yes." I smile at him. "I think you will be a perfect fit. Thank you for accepting my offer."

I look at the other two. "You are wonderful, the both of you. As I said, your moment will come, I am sure of it. Please stay safe here untill that time comes, alright?"

"Tad-tad."

"Bi-bi."

I nod at them. "May we meet again then. Goodbye for now." I give one last pat on each of their heads and turn around, heading back inside with Eevee in my arms, Riolu and Skarmory right behind me. It already feels right. It's as if this formation is how it was always supposed to be.

My smile widens.

Ellisa meets me and my pokemon in the lobby. Her eyes turn soft at the sight of Skarmory flanking on my left and Riolu on my right.

"A great choice. Do you believe me now, Skarmory? I always told you someone would see past your scars."

Ellisa leads me and my pokemon to her office and helps me in arranging the adoption. I first have to catch Skarmory to register him to my trainer ID, so Ellisa hands me a great ball. I try to refuse and use one of my own normal balls, but she insists that this comes with every adoption on Foster Island.

As long as Riolu doesn't get jealous that Skarmory gets a great ball, alright then.

I hold the ball in front of me and Skarmory steps formard and touches the button with the tip of his wing. A light engulfes him and shake, shake, shake, I caught him! I quickly release him again so he can watch me sign all the documents and papers in order to make the rest of the adoption official. Because Ellisa needs to explain more than one of the documents to me in detail, my pokemon quickly lose interest and Eevee jumps from my lap to join Riolu and Skarmory in a simple ball game on the other side of the office. I try not to be distracted too much, but... let's just say Ellisa has to explain some forms at least twice before I get it.

When all that is done, Ellisa and I set a date for Skarmory's six-month check-up and yearly physicals. Just before our meeting will come to an end, Ellisa gives me a large list of care tips in how to make sure Skarmory will be alright. It's long, but I know I'll need it. I take multiple pictures of the list, fold it and stuff it into my backpack.

After finishing up the lasts formalities, finally, Ellisa stands from behind her desk and extends her hand to me.

"I hope you and Skarmory will grow closer and closer and become the best of partners!"

I smile at her and then at Skarmory, who briefly stops to look at me too before he kicks the ball to Eevee. There is an understanding there. A promise.

"I think we will," I say, "I'll make sure of it."

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eunoia - chapter 1

Summary: Quinn is back in Delacroix, Louisiana

Sam Wilson x Quinn (Asian ofc)

Warnings: Some spoilers for Civil War, Inifinity War, Endgame and TFATWS

Wordcount: 3.2k

Masterlist // eunoia masterlist // Previous chapter

I watched AJ and Cass grow up into the boys they are now. It might be obvious to some, but I came to the realization that every step of their development is crucial. Teaching them boundaries, new skills and their abilities when it comes to social interaction.

Noticing that importance, made me wonder even more about the things that had happened in my past. What significant events happened for me to become who I am today. I don’t feel like anyone, like I have no personality, no history.

Fragments of memories are the only things I have left of my past. I remember laughing with people, though they remain faceless till this day. I remember warm weather, cold weather, but the hugs are the same. They are loving, caring. But there is also a lot of pain and exhaustion. There is confusion when I saw Bucky for the first time being contained in a small cell.

But those fragments are not equal to an entire memory.

Everything I started to experience is from the moment Zemo let me out of that cell back in Munich. Fighting alongside the Avengers, though never actually being one of them, meeting people during my solo trips through the country and sleeping in abandoned buildings by myself, since I had no money.

Delacroix, Louisiana, however, is the only place I dare to call home. I know there is a place somewhere that used to be home, but since I haven’t found that yet, I’ll rely on the place that feels most secure.

Of course I was aware that going here could mean bumping into Sam. It’s a risk I’m willing to take, because I missed spending time with the Wilson’s, especially AJ and Cass. I wonder though, what Sam might think. Me spending time with his family in the years he couldn’t.

I grew so close to the three of them, whilst we only had one thing in common.

Knowing Sam.

Since Tony’s funeral and Steve handing the shield to Sam, I have been wandering around the different states, even making slight detours to Canada, hoping to find something. I have been so desperately wanting to know something for so long. Anything that could be something that should be a treasured memory of mine.

Much to my dismay, I am still left in the dark. I have no idea who I am, where my roots started and who is out there missing me.

Are there even people missing me?

After I scolded the boys for growing, I hold up my hand to the older guy who has been appreciating my arrival from the moment I got here a little over five years ago. ‘Hi Carlos,’ I say to him.

‘Miss Quinn!’ he exclaims, rushing over to me in the fastest pace he can and hugs me tightly when I’m within arms reach. ‘Oh, do I love it when you join us.’

‘I love to be back.’

‘You’re gonna help me out, right?’ Carlos asks. ‘Things go much slower without you here. No one has come even close to your strength.’

‘I figured,’ I say with a smile. ‘I’ll help you out, okay?’

He blows me a kiss, before AJ, Cass and I walk towards Sarah and Sam. I shouldn’t be nervous, but I am. While Sam was contemplating whether or not to take the shield from Steve, I sneaked out. Ran off hating Steve. Hating the fact that he got older. Being able to go back in time, to not only place back the Stones and what not, but also to grow older with Peggy.

The love of his life.

He got to live his happily ever after with someone from his past, something that I would probably never experience. It took me months to realize that I wasn’t mad at him.

I was simply jealous.

Sarah opens her arms for me and I don’t waste a single second before letting myself being engulfed in her warm embrace. How I longed to feel a hug from her. ‘I missed you,’ she says to me.

‘I missed you too,’ I admit softly.

‘Don’t you dare leave me alone for too long.’ She holds onto my upper arms and glares at me. ‘The kids missed you too much.’

‘We did,’ they confirm in unison

I can’t help but laugh. ‘I missed them and you too much as well, hence the reason I came back.’

‘Oh, so you didn’t came back for my brother?’ She cocks an eyebrow. ‘He too just arrived.’

Sam scoffs and I pretend to roll my eyes, but I cannot miss the tone in her voice. She always pestered me about her brother, saying that if he were still here, we’d probably be all over each other.

Yeah right…

I remember first arriving here and staying in the guest room, one where Sam used to sleep if he crashed here in Delacroix. She caught me looking at pictures of Sam and slightly bullied me because of it. Maybe it seemed like I liked him, but the truth is: I realized how much I missed him.

Back when I helped out the Avengers, he was the only one I truly trusted. Because I cared so much about him, I went out of my way to go to his DC apartment in the midst of all chaos, to grab some personal belongings of his and make my way to his family.

Sam promised me he would always have my back and I don’t blame him for not keeping his promise. It’s just that now that he is back and I’m about the face him, it hits me how much his five year absence killed me deep down.

I’m too afraid to meet his eyes, but I know I have to eventually. ‘Solely for the kids,’ I say to Sarah, because that is the main reason I came back. The kids and Sarah.

Sarah squeezes my upper arms, almost as some encouragement and I look up to Sam. ‘Hi Quinn,’ he says to me, his voice warm, welcoming and trusting.

I missed him. I missed him looking at me. All of his attention directed to the person he’s talking to. It’s good to be on the receiving end of it.

‘Hi Sam.’

‘How are you?’

I have no idea actually. ‘I’m okay,’ I answer. ‘You look good.’

He seems a bit surprised, but a slightly cocky smirk appears on his lips. ‘As do you.’

Sarah frowns, as she looks from me to Sam back to me again. ‘How about you two catch up?’ She opens a cool box and grabs two beers. ‘I’ve got your favorite, Quinn. You must be tired from your trip. You deserve it.’

‘You’re the best, Sarah, thank you.’

Both AJ and Cass stand next to me and give me a tight hug. ‘You’re already taking her away, uncle Sam?’ AJ asks. ‘That’s so unfair. We want to know how the battle against Thanos went.’

‘I’ll be back before you know it,’ I say to them, slightly touched because they don’t want me to go.

‘Is this Superhero talk?’ AJ asks, looking at his uncle.

‘Boys, I told you,’ I say, ‘I’m no superhero.’

‘But you’re really strong,’ Cass says. ‘I think you are a superhero.’

‘She totally is,’ Sam says. ‘You should’ve seen her in the battlefield.’

I don’t do blushing, but I do this other thing: my ears turn in this fiery red color. It’s horrible, I hate it and of course today of all days I’m wearing my hair up in a ponytail, for everyone to see how the tips of my ears turn red.

‘Uncle Sam, to be fair, we like her more than we like you.’

Sam cocks an eyebrow. ‘Is that so?’ he asks. ‘That means I need to work extra hard to be number one again.’

‘If you get me one of those flying suits, you two are even.’

‘AJ,’ Sarah says, ‘we spoke about this. I’m not gonna let you fly around. Sorry Sam, you’re in third place.’

‘Third place?’ Sam asks, pretending to be offended. ‘Why third?’

‘Because mom is number one, auntie Quinn is number two and you are number three,’ Cass says. ‘Duh.’

Sam and I sit on the dock, both staring at the old boat. Paul & Darlene. A nearly nostalgic smile appears on my lips. ‘Sarah and I tried to fix it up,’ I say, flicking the cap off the beer bottle, doing the same for Sam. ‘Emphasis on tried. We didn’t have a lot of money, we had tons of other stuff to do and I have no idea on how to fix up a boat.’

Sam nods, grabbing the beer from me as I hand it to him. ‘Figured, think the two of you broke something in the process,’ he chuckles.

‘That would’ve been me, I’m sorry.’ I take a sip of the beer and think about the next thing I’m gonna say. ‘So,’ I start, ‘you gave up the shield.’

‘Not in the way you might think,’ he says, almost in a bit of a defensive tone. ‘I didn’t give it up. I gave it to the museum where it belongs. It’s a piece of history, not mine to use.’

I frown, as I fear that he might not know what I know. ‘You think it’s gonna stay in a museum?’ I ask.

Now he looks up. ‘Of course, what do you think?’

‘Well,’ I say, ‘it’s not gonna be part of the exhibition. There is… Someone who will receive the shield soon.’

It pains me to see his expression. The hurt, the betrayal. Poor Sam, he obviously wasn’t told about that. ‘I had no idea.’

‘I’m so sorry,’ I whisper.

‘How do you know?’

I shrug. ‘I went to one of my hackers,’ I say, ‘to see if he could help me with carefully running my picture through any database. We stumbled upon some governmental documents and it read that once they had the shield, they would give it to some guy who is training for it. I believe his name was John Walker.’

‘That could be anyone,’ Sam notes with a scoff.

‘Exactly,’ I agree, ‘but it shouldn’t be anyone. Steve gave that shield to you, not this John Walker guy. I’m not saying that giving the shield for an exhibition was wrong, but… I do know this is not what both you or Steve had in mind when you gave the shield to the Smithsonian.’

Sam shakes his head and from the looks of it, he is beating himself up over this. ‘They should’ve told me.’

‘Had they told you, would you kept the shield?’

He nods. ‘It’s Steve shield, not mine, not this John guy.’

I have no idea what I should say to him. I want to say about myself that I know how to comfort someone, but that someone is not a grown man. The only ones I can remotely comfort, are AJ and Cass and when necessary, I can sort of calm Sarah down (though I have gone wrong there maybe once or twice).

‘Is this John Walker gonna go public any time soon?’ Sam asks.

‘I don’t know.’

‘Why do you think Steve gave me that shield?’

I was not expecting that question at all, but it’s an easy one to answer. ‘You’re the only one worthy of the shield, of that legacy. You are more than Captain America’s friend, Sam. You are the only one that can live up to the expectation.’

‘I don’t know, Quinn.’

‘Listen, I’m not saying that you shouldn’t have hesitations. It only shows that you are humble and I think that is exactly the type of man Steve wanted for the shield.’

From the looks of it, Sam grows more and more uncomfortable. To redirect the conversation, he clears his throat and says: ‘Bucky isn’t gonna like this.’

Oh boy, I hadn’t even thought of that. ‘Have you spoken to him?’

He shakes his head. ‘Nah, he ignores my texts.’

I can’t stop my smile. ‘Mine too.’

‘Oh, you’ve been texting him?’ Sam asks. eyebrow cocked.

‘Sometimes,’ I say, ‘it’s just that I figured we had something in common. He just went totally AWOL after his pardoning and I have no idea what he is doing. I bet he doesn’t even wanna be found. If there is something going on, he’ll show up.’

‘Well, good thing Bucky doesn’t even know where I live,’ he says, ‘think you and I are safe for a while.’

I chuckle, looking at my beer bottle. ‘Yeah, bet you’re right.

That night, I walk into the room I always sleep in when I stay over at the Wilson’s, only to discover a shirtless Sam, in nothing else but boxers near the bed. That looks abnormally good, I think to myself, before I realize that it’s considered rude to just walk into a room like that. ‘Oh,’ I say, ‘I’m so sorry.’ I pull down the sleeping shirt, hoping it covers up my legs more.

‘No, I am,’ he says. ‘I could’ve known you would sleep here. Let me grab some blankets and I’ll take the couch.’

‘You’re taking the couch?’ I ask.

‘Yeah.’

I’ve slept on that thing and if it was uncomfortable for me, who is the size of a kid, it must be even worse for him.‘The bed is large enough,’ I say. ‘Pick a side.’

‘I don’t want to cross any line, Quinn.’

‘You won’t,’ I say. ‘Believe me, I shared sleeping spaces with people, most of which were… different than you, in the negative sense.’

‘Right,’ he says. ‘I want the right side, closer to the door.’ I watch Sam stepping in that part of the bed and slide underneath the covers and I walk around the bed, stepping in as well. We stare at the ceiling and the only thing we can hear is the breathing of one another.

I missed being in the Wilson’s residence. I missed the talks we would have, the food we would eat and the way the boys would talk. They’ve gone a long way and I sound like an old grandma, but I am so proud of them. Growing up during the blip, watching their mom work hard, that must’ve been tough, but they pulled through.

They grew up to be fine young men, who are strong, who are kind and mostly, who still know how to be kids.

But what’s different now is the presence of Sam and it’s not an unpleasant one. He obviously loves his sister and nephews and even after coming back from a rough mission, he gives them his time and attention.

Everything he has to offer.

Even if that means annoying his sister about the family boat. Sarah told me all about that dragon of a money sucker. It costs a lot and she doesn’t have time nor the money to renovate.

‘Where have you been?’ he asks.

‘When?’

‘Those five years and those months after the shield.’

I let out a sigh. ‘I have been wandering around the country after the blip, hoping to find out more about me. To no luck, I came in empty handed. After the shield, I continued wandering. Just realized I needed family. I needed Sarah.’

‘Thanks for helping her out.’

‘Oh, she didn’t need helping out,’ I say. ‘Besides, I wasn’t much of a help.’

‘I bet you were,’ Sam says with a smile. ‘You’re tired, go have some sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow.’

That night, I yet again have a dreamless dream. I never dream. Maybe I did, but I don’t remember. I barely remember everything. There are three major things in life that are the foundation of my life.

I hate cold weather, the person who has been playing a major role in my life is Bucky, who I haven’t spoken to for months and I have enhanced powers, but I have no idea where they are coming from.

Things in my life never made sense.

I remember when Zemo freed me, only for me to roam through the city of Münich and be caught by the team of Everett Ross. How Bucky has been a part of my life, has always been a mystery, because Bucky can only tell me he would see me back in his cell, before Hydra wiped him.

But what have I got to do with Hydra?

The next morning my eyes flutter open. I take a deep breath and lift up my head, only to realize I was resting it on Sam’s strong chest. ‘Morning,’ he says, his voice deep and it almost sounds like liquid gold.

Shit, I’m too close. ‘Good morning,’ I say, pushing myself up. ‘I am sorry.’

‘Don’t be.’

‘Sure? You feared you were overstepping, but now I am the one. How long have I been… resting like this.’

‘The second you drifted off to sleep. You’re a wild one. Think I’ve got at least a few bruises and broken ribs with that super strength of yours.’

‘Sorry,’ I chuckle. ‘I hope you’re okay.’

‘I’ll live.’ He sits up straighter and rubs his eyes.

‘How did you sleep?’ I ask.

‘Alright,’ he says. ‘It always takes a bit of getting used to when I get back here.’

‘I see.’

The door barges open, only to see Sarah. ‘There you two are,’ she says, tying up her robe she wears over her pajamas. ‘You should see the news. They are announcing the new Captain America.’

My heart stops beating for a moment and I look over my shoulder to see Sam. He gets up, puts on some clothes, while I grab some sweats. We all walk into the living room, only to see the boys already sitting in front of the screen.

‘Every day Americans feel it,’ the man on the television says. ‘While we love heroes who put their lives on the line to defend Earth, we also need a hero to defend this country. We need a real person who embodies America’s greatest values.’

I watch Sam staring at the screen, as he talks place on the couch. I carefully sit next to him, hoping he is not spooked by my presence.

He isn’t.

‘We need someone to inspire us again, someone who can be a symbol for all of us. So, on behalf of the Department of Defense and our Commander-in-Chief, it is with great honor that we announce here today that the United States of America has a new hero.’

I don’t know whether Sam is disappointed in himself for believing the shield was gonna be exhibited in the Smithsonian or in the government who betrayed him.

Either way, watching this must be awful.

‘Join me in welcoming your new Captain America.’

The new Captain America. It’s like a punch in the gut. The cheering, the waving of the generic John Walker holding a shield that isn’t his.

I place my hand on his knee and for a split second I fear he is going to swat it away.

But then I feel the warmth of his palm on my hand and he looks to the side. He doesn’t say anything, but his eyes say enough.

‘I’m sorry,’ I say.

He nods. ‘Yeah, me too, Quinn. Me too.’

#sam wilson #sam wilson fanfic #sam wilson x quinn #sam wilson x woc ofc #sam wilson x asian ofc #sam wilson x ofc #sam wilson x oc #sam wilson fanfiction #quinn #asian ofc #woc of #anthony mackie x woc ofc #anthony mackie x asian ofc #anthony mackie x oc #anthony mackie x ofc #anthony mackie fandom #anthony mackie fanfiction #anthony mackie #eunoia

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softslashers · 4 years ago

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Wildflower.

Pairing: Flower Shop AU! Asagiri Gen x Reader

Word Count: 1,798

Summary: Gen runs a flower shop; Y/N comes in to buy some flowers and can’t help but be drawn in by his mischievous smile. They find themselves coming in more often than they truly need flowers.

Warnings: None that I can think of, its pretty wholesome.

A/N: Important to note that I already posted this on AO3 a little over a week ago, read it here! I plan on coming back to this blog and doing more, I think limiting myself to just slashers kind of set me up for failure tbh. I’m going to expand to a few animes/mangas I like, but there will be a lot of villain/slasher content on this blog still!! If you want to unfollow I totally get it!! I’ll post some updated rules later tonight!

Spring had finally arrived and brought with it all the best parts of the year. The weather was pleasant when you had left the house that morning, electing to spend your day off taking a walk around the town that you had moved to only weeks ago. There was so much you wanted to see, but the busyness that comes with moving and starting a new job had left you unable to experience the town you now called home. A cool breeze brushed past you as you stepped out, it was cool, and the sky was dotted with clouds. Taking a deep breath in, you watched as leaves and freshly bloomed flower petals floated in the air, stepping forward, you allowed the wind to carry you along with them down the street, towards your destination.

There were many small buildings that lined the streets of the town: boutiques, family run restaurants and cafes, even a little flower shop that seemed to catch your eye every time you passed on your way to and from work. You had wanted to visit all the shops in the area, help support the local businesses and grow acquainted with the flow of people in town. Unfortunately, over the weeks that had passed since your arrival, you had only managed to visit the nearest grocery store. You decided that you would make the most out of the day, visit as many places as you could, and treat yourself while you were at it.

The first store you had wandered into had not been too special, it was a small clothing boutique that had clearly recently stocked for the spring weather that was now upon you. Nothing in particular caught your eye. A bookstore was next, everything they sold was second hand, and you ended up making out like a bandit. This continued for a few hours, weaving in and out of stores, slowly accumulating more bags as things caught your interest. Eventually, you had worked up enough of an appetite to decide to stop in one of the cafes in town. Purchasing yourself a small meal and a beverage, you finally took notice of just how sore your feet had gotten from all the walking you had been doing. As you took a seat at one of the tables, you decided that you should be heading home soon, and after you finished your meal you would only allow yourself to visit one more shop.

It had not been a difficult choice in the slightest. You had been wanting to visit the cute little flower shop that you seemed to pass every day, and besides it was spring, what better time to get something floral to liven up your apartment! And like that, your excitement began to build again. You quickly finished your food, threw out your garbage, grabbed your bags and, once again, you were off down the street.

The flower shop was adorable, white walls were accented by the colorful bouquets sitting in the window display, vines climbed their ways up towards the roof, and what appeared to be a hand painted sign sat above the door. As you entered, a soft bell chimed from above you and you stepped into the warm light. You were the only person in the store it seemed, with not even an employee sat behind the counter to greet you. Yet the store was still inviting, warm light cast over the array of blooming flowers, quite a few of which you had never even seen before. It smelled heavenly as you approached the first display to the right of the door.

Lost in thought and unsure of what to purchase, minutes had passed and you hadn’t even noticed the man that had now come to stand behind you, a nearly mischievous grin on his face and his arms crossed in front of him.

“Hello,” the man’s voice startled you, causing you to jump and whip around to face him. A chuckle left his lips as his grin seemed to widen even further. “Are you looking for anything in particular?”.

“No,” you responded, “just something for my counter”.

The man nodded his head and appeared to get lost in thought for a moment. You were curious about him, he was not particularly tall, probably around 5’6 or 5’7, he was slim, and had dark lashes that brought out his gray eyes beautifully. What had really struck you about his appearance was his hair. You could only think of describing it as an asymmetrical bowl cut, with one side having a long piece that reached his chin. The cut wasn’t the only interesting thing about his hair, it was split down the middle, half black and half white, yet it didn’t seem like it had been dyed that way, the parting was too indistinct to seem purposeful.

“I haven’t seen you before,” he brought his eyes up to meet your gaze, “you must be new.”

“I just moved here a few weeks ago, I haven’t had the time to explore until now.”

The man hummed at your response, turning his head away from you again. He wandered around the store for a moment before coming to a stop in front of a display of yellow flowers, picking up a bundle, he turned on his heel and approached you, grin still present on his face.

“These,” he then shoved the bouquet into your hands and stepped back, “they’ll look lovely on your counter, I’m sure.” As you held the flowers, you recognized them as yellow daffodils, and smiled back at the man before nodding your head and walking over to register with him.

He had been right, they did look lovely on your counter. Every time you spotted them out of the corner of your eye, you found your thoughts drifting back to that interesting man. From that point on, you decided you would go back to the store every week, once the flowers started wilting, for a new bouquet.

The first week you came back, man had greeted you with that same grin, and asked you what you were looking for this time.

“Dealer’s choice!” You had responded, hoping your excitement might cover up your nervousness. This response seemed to please him, as he hummed in agreement and began to wander around the flower shop once again. This time he came to a stop in front of a display of chrysanthemums, picking up a bouquet of pink ones, he then returned to you and placed them in your hands, before staring at you with an expectant look.

“Well?” his gaze shifted from your eyes to the flowers and then back up.

“They’re beautiful!” You could have sworn you saw a bit of pink tint his cheeks before he turned and made his way to the counter.

This tradition continued for months; you had never missed a week. Always stepping into the store with a warm smile, excited to see what the man would pick next. You had eventually learned that his name was Gen, and as the weeks passed, found yourself staying longer with each visit. Your conversations grew from short interactions about different kinds of flowers to what was going on in your lives and personal troubles. Gen began to feel like an old friend, always willing to listen and offer up his advice, which you felt would sometimes get you into more trouble than you were in to begin with, but he had not led you astray yet. He even began to open up about his own life, you had hoped that it would quell your curiosity, but taking in information about him only led to wanting to know more. Feelings had bubbled to the surface, and you liked Gen more than you felt comfortable admitting. Maybe even loved him. For the time being, you had decided to suppress the feelings and force your current friendship to be enough to satisfy you.

It was a Tuesday in late summer when, upon stepping into the store, you found Gen sat behind the counter, a bouquet already in hand and a bit of red spread across his face. He stood abruptly, the stool he had sat on let out a shrill squeak, and quickly made his way over to hand you a bouquet of small yellow flowers mixed in with larger white ones. His smile seemed less mischievous and more genuine today.

“Do you know much about flower language?” he asked as he took a step back. You shook your head.

“You should really look into it. Those are gardenias with yellow acacia.” Before you could ask him anything, he shifted the conversation elsewhere. This visit had been your longest yet, you had entered at midday and did not leave until he had begun to close up for the night. Though it had been hours, you never once found yourself bored, and when it was time to leave, you even felt a bit disappointed. When he said goodbye to you that night, he seemed different, maybe a bit nervous. You tried not to focus on it as you made your way home.

It was only when you crawled into bed later, laying there half asleep, that you remembered he had told you to look into flower language. You forced yourself to sit up, ignoring your exhaustion, and grabbed your phone from your nightstand. When you saw the results that appeared after looking up the contents of the newest bouquet he had picked out for you, you felt your heart clench in your chest and heat rise to your face. You were giddy, like you were in middle school again and your crush had just acknowledged you for the first time. Falling asleep that night proved to be rather difficult as excitement coursed through your veins, you were going back tomorrow.

Morning came slower than you hoped, and you were out of bed as soon as the sunlight shined through your window and onto your pillow. You had to practically force yourself to slow down and wait until you knew Gen would be at the shop, time had never passed more slowly.

When you eventually did set out, you found your quick paced walk evolving into a near run. You had to see him. You had practically thrown the door to the shop open, the small bell ringing out into the air. This had startled Gen from his place at one of the displays, where he stood setting out freshly prepared arrangements of various colors. He had whipped around, face looking unlike anything you had ever seen on him before. He seemed scared, but hopeful.

After taking a moment to catch your breath, you met his gaze. A smile crawled its way up your face,

“I love you too.”

#dr stone imagines #asagiri gen x reader #dr stone x reader #asagiri gen imagine

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addictofsupernatural · 5 years ago

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Mind Readers

Harry Hook x reader

Soulmate au

Based on: this request

Requested by: @descendantofthesparrow

Summary: Soulmates can read each other's minds, so you and your soulmate communicate with each other, no matter how far apart you two are.

Warning: some angst (lots of fluff tho)

Word Count: 6305

Everyone has a soulmate, one that's always connected with you by mind. When you have a soulmate, you are able to read each other's thoughts. And that's what you did all your life.

Being the daughter of Moana felt a bit lonely. You would always voyage everywhere, so it would make sense for you to be connected with your people, but you weren't. You felt like the odd one out, especially when you announced that your soulmate is from the Isle.

You tried talking to your mom, but she was always busy. She would get even more distant with you when you'd ask about your father. She said that she loved him, but they couldn't stay together. She wanted to continue voyaging, and he wanted to stay.

So all you had left was the sea, Pua's children, and your soulmate. If felt better to talk with a person than a bunch of pigs though. It started off when the two of you were kids.

Hey again.

Hiya. You could hear the Scottish accent.

I wish I could see you, so I could give a big hug.

I've never gotten a hug before.

It's okay, because once you and I are together, I'll always give you hugs whenever you ask for them.

I don't think we can, y/n. I'm a villain, and yer a hero.

That's not true! It'll happen, promise.

You grew up talking to him through your mind. You also felt connected with him by the sea. You dreamed about going on a ship with him, sailing the sea together and enjoying the ocean. The ocean was a friend of yours.

One day your mother told you that you won't be voyaging anymore, and instead going to school in Auradon. This was your chance. You had tried talking to people about the Isle of the Lost, tried to convince that maybe the children shouldn't be in there. But no one listened. They saw you as a freak, and made jokes of you being a villain. All you had was Harry, and you were fine with that.

But someone finally did listen. Ben talked to you about it, and agreed. He said that when he would be crowned king in about a year, he'll have some children of villains to attend school with us to show others that they aren't the bad ones.

You were ecstatic.

Harry~!

Why ye thinkin so loud, princess?

So I just made my first human friend, apart from you of course, and he said that he agrees with me. His name is Ben, and he's the King's son.

Ben, hm? Is he as good looking as I?

I don't know how you look like, but you're probably more handsome than anybody I know. But sh, listen! He's going to be king in about a year, and he said that he's going to bring some VK's to Auradon to show that they can be good!

I have to wait a whole year?! I want to see ye now princess.

We just have to be patient. We'll be together, Harry. Don't give up hope. Please, for me?

Fine. But when I get there I'm showing em how a pirate can truly be.

He heard your amazing laugh ring through his head. You got yourself a deal, pirate. But just not too much, okay? I want to stay with you once I got you.

Like a fish on hook, eh? You could practically hear the smile from that.

Exactly. I gotta focus on homework now. Talk to you later hookie.

Bye fishy.

"Harry!" The angry voice of Uma snapped him out of his conversation with you. "You wanna cut the daydreaming and get to work?"

This would happen a lot. Harry would be talking to you when he was supposed to be doing stuff. He didn't really care, as long as he got to hear your voice. Usually when you weren't talking to one another he would just block out what you were thinking.

You're the reason that he's usually so cheerful, although in a bit of a crazy way. You always talked him out of his fits of rage, reassuring him that he'll always have you.

He'd make the excuse that his dad had the same levels of anger, but you told him that he was better than his father. That's why he listened to you. Everybody on the isle tried to live up to their parents, but here you were saying that his dad could live up to him. That's how he knew that you were worth waiting for.

As he was occupied with his crew, you had made your first friend, Ben. It was nice having someone to physically talk to, at least until Audrey showed up. She didn't like you, and you didn't like her.

"You know what y/n, I'm sure you wouldn't want to be sitting here with us." She said cheerfully one day at lunch. "You'd probably rather be talking to your soulmate, since that's really your only friend, right?"

You looked at Ben, who didn't say anything. "Um, okay."

When you left, he decided to speak up. "I don't see what the problem is with her sitting with us."

"Ben, she has been filling your head with crazy talk of villain kids being good. You've heard, right? That her soulmate is a villain?"

"Yeah, and I don't see a problem with that. As long as they love each other, it shouldn't matter."

She annoyedly shook her head. "Let's just eat, kay?"

Meanwhile, you went to your unshared room and began to tear up. You just didn't understand why nobody liked you. Although you didn't realize it, you were thinking about how horrible Audrey was.

What's wrong princess? Those are a lot of nasty thoughts about this Audrey girl.

Sorry Harry. It's nothing.

Hard to believe that when ye were sayin some not so nice things.

I know, and I shouldn't be thinking that way about anyone! Ugh, I must be a bad person for thinking this way about people.

Bad person? You heard laughter. Las, you're my hero. It's okay to be thinkin those things about people. Nobody but me will hear ye.

Tears silently fell as you sat on your bed crying. You didn't have to pretend to be anything around him. I just lost my only physical, human friend. All because of his horrid girlfriend who loves to comment on how amazing she is. She isn't even his soulmate.

Well I guess I don't have any more competition for ye now.

You never did hooky. You know you're the greatest thing in my life, but it was nice to have company. I just hope that she doesn't fill his head with dumb stuff about villain kids being bad.

It'll be okay princess. Some day we'll be together, remember?

Yeah. Thanks for listening Harry. You're the best, as always.

Ye welcome love.

A few months later, Ben had been trying very hard to talk to you. You didn't know why, especially now, but you didn't care. If he wanted to leave a loyal friend for some bully, then he wasn't worth your time. At least that's what Harry told you.

Until he followed you to room without you noticing. Before you closed the door, he ran up to your room and stopped you from closing it. "Y/n please. I want to talk."

"Talk to your girlfriend." You tried to close the door again, but he wouldn't budge.

"Audrey wouldn't understand." He looked a little sad, but dating her was his choice.

"Ben, you're a prince. You could talk to all of your other friends, since you probably have so much."

"No, I really don't have that many friends."

You fake smiled. "Gee, I wonder what that's like. Bye now!"

"Y/n please, it won't be more than ten minutes." He said. He sounded desperate. "Please."

You said nothing, but opened the door wider and gestured for him to come in. He came in, pacing back and forth until he noticed you just staring at him. He then stopped but still antsy. "Uh, take a seat."

"No, it's okay. I'm okay. Sorry, I'm just nervous-"

"Ben sit. What's wrong?"

He took a seat at your chair where your desk is. "I'll be king in two months, and I have no idea what to do or how to lead. A king should be able to know what decisions to make and how to help his people."

You sat at the edge of your bed. "Well, what do you think would be good for the people?"

"The Isle. The people there will also be my people too, and it's not fair to the children on evil people to be stuck there. When you talked to me about that for the very first time, I was already thinking about it. For my first proclamation I need a citizen to agree with what I propose."

"And what are you going to propose?" You were praying for what you think he's going to say.

"For some of the villain kids to be brought to Auradon. I want you to be my citizen-"

You ran up to him and gave him a hug. "I'll do it. I'lldoitI'lldoitI'lldoit!"

He laughed. "That's great news. We'll finally get to meet our soulmates."

You were out of breathe for some reason. "Yeah!" Then you thought again about what he said. "Wait, what do you mean we?"

You both talked some more, and you understood why he saw what you saw. His soulmate was a VK. He didn't know which VK, since she tried blocking out her thoughts when discovering that he was the son of the king. You told him that you'd talk to Harry about it to see if he knows anything.

Harry pulled a few strings, but found out that her name was Mal, the daughter of Maleficent. Ben was ecstatic, saying that he would have her be one of the people who come, and will slowly get to know her so she would realize that they're soulmates.

"Go ahead and pick your three people, and those three, along with Mal, will be the ones that I choose." You quickly chose the daughter of Ursula, son of Gaston, and most importantly, the son of Hook.

You were so excited to be able to hold Harry and look into his eyes and kiss him whenever you wanted. You waited for two months, time going by slower that you could ever think. Finally the day had come, and you were in the room when Ben announced his first proclamation to his parents. They were unsure, but allowed it. Everything was going to be written and delivered for the limo to get them, until Audrey showed up.

"I'm sorry, but I found these notes regaurding Ben's first proclamation, and I don't think this is a good idea!"

"They already agreed. The deal can't be undone or else they will be dishonest and untrustworthy about their word." You argued.

They told her that you were right, but she was ready for that. "If you can't undo this, then I have a better way to rearrange this."

She proceeded to talk about how the daughter of Maleficent didn't get along with the other three from what an anonymous source told her. She said that it was most important to gain the trust of the daughter of the evilest villain, so the three VKs would have to be changed. To Mal's three friends.

Bell and her husband agreed. You ran out of the room, Ben running after you. You made it outside before you began to breathe hard, finding it harder and harder to maintain breathing. Ben rushed to your aid and calmed you down as you had a panic attack.

Meanwhile, Harry didn't take the news too well either. He was heartbroken. He was angry, but more importantly devastated. He shoved his way to his small room on the ship and went inside, laying down and crying his heart out. He wanted to be with you, feel you, love you with all his might. But good things didn't happen to villains.

Once you were okay Ben made you another deal. If the four VKs coming so good with their stay at Auradon, then it'll be easy for him to bring others once he's king. You nodded.

When the four of the villain kids came, Ben had asked you to be there as well. You found them fun and easier to be around than the fake, royal students at Auradon Prep. As you showed Mal and Evie to their dorm, you joked with them about Auradon and Audrey.

"You know, you're not like other princesses here." Mal said.

"Oh, I'm not a princess. I'm the daughter of the village chief, and it's not like I have my own castle or anything. We're voyagers, so we go where the ocean takes us."

"Eh, must be tiring to always travel with your people. But whatever, you here are all probably full of friends wherever. You just enjoy yourself anywhere you are with your buds."

You let out a laugh. "Hardly. The only friends I have are pigs, chicken, the ocean and Ben. Nobody likes to be around me after they found out about my soulmate." It just slipped out of your mouth. You didn't know why you were nervous since they're villain kids, but you still felt that people wouldn't like you for it.

"Who's your soulmate?" Evie asked.

"Um, the son of a villain." You said nervously.

Both stopped you. "Your room should be right there." You pointed.

"Back up a second, your soulmate is one of us?" Mal asked. You nodded. "Is it Jay or Carlos?"

"What? No, it's someone else. He was originally supposed to come, but Audrey, being the home wrecker that she is, changed that."

"Come on, we need to talk about this is private." Evie said, the two of them dragging you to the room. They pushed you inside that closed the door.

"So, who is it?"

"Um, Harry Hook."

They looked at each other. "Harry Hook?" Mal asked. "As in Uma's little henchman?"

"I think he's think of cute." Evie said.

Your ears perked. "Is he?! It's not like I've ever seen him, so I was just wondering." You said very fast, voice full of hope.

"He's no prince, but he's nice to look at." Evie said, taking your hands. You smiled and went back to your room to talk to Harry. He had rarely left his room.

Hey Harry.

...

So today I heard that you were handsome. I guess I hit the jackpot. Kind, funny, and attractive. Who would've known?

That doesn't matter.

I know, it's just a bonus. The sound of your giggles filled his head. He weakly smiled.

How are ye so hopeful?

Because if I give up, then I won't be able to have you in my arms. You're my soulmate, which means that we're perfect for each other. I don't wanna give up on my perfect match.

He felt better. He felt special. Somebody cared for him that much. I like ye.

I like you too.

Over the course of a few months a lot happened. The four VKs, who you befriended, decided to be good, Ben was made king, and Mal was going to be a lady of the court. Until she decided to run away. That's when everything went downhill, and Ben ended up captured.

You were walking to your dorm and passed by Carlos and Jay's room. Their door was open, and they were talking to Chad. "Look, Ben's been captured." You stopped in your tracks to listen. "And if we tell anyone he's dead meat, so we don't have time for your weirdness." With that you took off to grab swords from the supplies closet and waited outside.

When you saw the two outside you stepped out of hiding. "I'm coming."

They both jumped and turned around to see you with swords in a bag. "What are you talking about?" Jay asked. "We're going...to the... Waffle House."

"Nice try. You guys are going to the Isle to save Ben. I'm coming, period." You stared them down, and they reluctantly agreed. You excitedly walked to the limo. "Let's go!"

As you focused on preparing yourself for a fight, your mind slipped off of the fact that you were going to the place that your soulmate was. When you got there you gave Mal and Evie a hug. "Y/n, there's something you should know," Evie said.

"There's no time, E, we gotta go." Mal said.

You smiled at her. "You can tell me after."

You then all went to where Ben was being held captive. A pirate ship. You looked at the others. Jay spoke up, looking down. "We didn't know how to tell you."

You were taking bigger breathes now, not knowing how to handle this. "Let's just, let's just get Ben."

They nodded. Carlos side hugged you, and you side hugged back. He was always the sweet one. You then started to focus on Harry's thoughts. They were about Ben, and Mal, and the wand. He was thinking about being with you when they get the wand.

Harry.

What are ye doin up so late princess?

I know about everything your doing right now.

...

Harry this isn't the way to do things.

Love, I'm tired of waiting. We'll be together y/n. Don't ya want that?

Of course I do, but not like this.

It'll be fine, I'll have them go easy on yer friends.

Harry you know I'd protect my friends. One of them being Ben.

I'll talk with ye later. And with that he blocked you out. You huffed. He's always been so one track minded.

You all got there. Mal and Uma were arguing, and soon she took notice of you. "I see you brought one of your little princess friends. Hope none of us villains smudged your tiara."

"I'm not a princess." You said, voice sturdy. "I'm a Voyager."

Harry's smile that he had on quickly fell. "Is that..."

Ben heard his mumble. "Yes, it is. That's y/n, your soulmate."

Before he knew it, Uma called out for him. He snapped out of his thoughts, tugging a tied up Ben with him. Uma had him cut the ties, and gave them the wand. In a blink of an eye there was a sword fight. The wand was a fake, and they couldn't let the heroes go. They were villains after all.

Harry's mind went off of you as he fought, and he was at his overly bubbly self. That was, until he made his way to you. Immediately he put down his sword.

"Y/n." He said. You looked at him confused, until you looked down and saw that he was holding a hook. You looked up at him. "Princess, it's me."

You drop the sword and run up to him, immediately wrapping your arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around your waist in return. "You don't know how badly I've wanted you." He said lowly in your ear.

"Do you trust me?" You asked. He looked at you, confused. Please say yes.

"Of course I'll say yes, las." He smiled as he looked down at you.

"Good." You slip out of his arms and grab his hand, jumping off the dock and into the water, taking him with you. Harry expected to crash into the sea, but the water went up, gently putting you in the ocean.

As you both floated in the sea under the docks, Harry pulled your waist and brought you in for a kiss. You put your hands on his face as he tilted to deepen the kiss. You pulled back for breath, putting your hands on his shoulders. "I've waited all my life for that." You said as both your foreheads were pressed against each others. "I figured we shouldn't be seen."

"How do you plan on gettin back up las?"

"The ocean's a friend of mine." You gestured to the water that was moving up on its own, waving at the two of you. Harry smiled in awe and hesitantly waved.

"I don't want to let ye go princess." His blue eyes gazed down at you.

"It'll be okay Harry. I'll ask Ben to bring you with me. Now that he's seen the island he'll sympathize."

He looked away from you. "Are ye sure? I may have threatened him a bit." He pressed his lips together.

You brought your hand to his cheek, having him look back at you. "Yes, I'm sure. He forgave the other four for trying to steal fairy godmother's wand, so I'm sure he'll forgive you."

"What if he won't let me there?" He looked like he was in pain. Soulmates are supposed to be together, having them apart puts an emotional strain on each other.

"Then I'll come back and stay here."

"Princess-" you cut him off with a kiss on the corner of his mouth. You knew he wouldn't want you staying here. But you didn't care.

"I want to be together. I don't care where I live." You heard Evie calling your name. "Dip your head under the water to make it look like you fell."

You both did so, the ocean gently bringing you both back up. He grabbed your hand. "So beautiful."

You gently squeezed his hand. "Bye hooky."

"Bye fishy." You then went back to your friends. You looked back, the smudged eyeliner on him making his bright eyes even more piercing.

As you went back to Auradon in the limo, you sat in the front with Jay, looking out the window as silent tears fell down your face. Evie wanted to make you feel better, and designed a dress for you to go to cottilion. Although you didn't want to go, she was convinced that this would make you happier.

As you were in a white and peach dress at cotillion, you stared out at the sea, wandering what it would be like if Harry was there with you. If he took your hand to dance with him. If you were in his arms. If he leaned down to kiss you.

Harry heard all these thoughts, and was so excited to finally be with you. He shut out his thoughts from you temporarily, and got ready. He put on red leather pants with his red long sleeved jacket. Underneath he had a white button up with ruffles and a loose red tie, as well as fingerless gloves.

Meanwhile, you sucked up your sadness and out on a smile as you saw Mal come down. A moment later Ben came down, and, to the horror of everyone present, Uma as well.

As you questioned her, she dropped a surprise on you. "I figured that you deserve happiness too, y/n, so I didn't come alone."

Everybody watched as Harry stepped out, walking straight up to you, bowing and kissing your hand. He smiled as he came up. You hesitated, not knowing if this was a dream or not, then brought him into a big hug. He hugged back, feeling complete.

"Harry, what's going on?" You said as you pulled back.

"I can be with ye now, princess." He smiled, putting his hands on your waist.

You put your hands on his face gently. "You know that's not what I mean. What's going on with Uma? Is she planning something?" He looked away from you. The only ones who were next to you were Mal and Evie. Harry!

You tried to read his mind, but couldn't. He blocked his thoughts from you. "I can't betray Uma."

"Hooky," you said quietly. "Look at me." His sad eyes looked into yours. "Please. Do Uma and Ben really love each other?" He didn't say anything, and that was all you needed. You understood, that was his friend who was probably just as loyal to his as he was to her. You then faced Mal. "Does she know how to use love spells?"

It seemed like something clicked inside Mal's head. "My spell book! I left it on the island. She must have gotten it."

After Mal confronted Uma and Ben, she and him kissed, breaking the spell. True love's kiss. Uma and Mal were about to fight after turning into an octopus and a dragon, but Ben stopped them. Uma left, feeling bad and leaving Harry.

After the Cotillion, you talked with Ben about bringing more VKs to Auradon, with Harry right behind you. He was trying his best to behave himself, in fear of losing you again. Ben agreed and even allowed Uma and Gil to come as well.

After this, Harry didn't let you out of his sight. Everybody seemed to be afraid of the impulsive pirate, but you didn't care. You were always on your own, you didn't care what the others thought. As long as you were with your soulmate, you didn't care.

He had two periods with you, sitting next to you in both since everyone was afraid of him. About a week later, the new VKs arrived. Gil greeted Harry with a hug, while Uma looked around. Her eyes then landed on you. "You don't seem like much, princess."

This took you by surprise. How were you supposed to respond to that. "Sorry?" You squeaked.

Harry walked behind you, grabbing your waist and putting his head on your shoulder. "Oh, but she is Uma. So much." He gently squeezed you, igniting a giggle from you for being ticklish. You smiled and put a hand on his cheek.

As it turned out, Ben arranged for you to share your room with Uma. You put on a weak smile and thanked him. He was just trying to be a good friend, but something told you that Uma wasn't going to be the kindest to you.

Day after day, she tried everything to push your buttons. She wanted you to get angry. There was no particular reason why, she just wanted to see it. She's never met someone so shy and nice before, it got on her nerves.

She would never pick up, use your stuff, 'accidentally' break things, leave wet towels on the floor, and laughed you off every time you kindly asked her to please stop.

But that wasn't the worst thing. Worst of all, she never let you sleep. She would make noice or leave the light on. Sometimes she would train at night.

This took a big toll on you. Everyone noticed, but you brushed it off. Of course, nobody believed you. Harry confronted you about it, especially because you too tired to block your mind from the thoughts of what Uma was doing.

When he did confront you, you were so out of it that you just hugged him, snuggling into his chest and taking in his warmth. "You're so warm Hooky."

His flustered mind didn't know what to do, so he just hugged back. When you pulled away you kissed his cheek, caressing the other with your hand. "What can I do to help ya, princess?"

You shook your head with tired eyes and a gentle smile on your face. "Nothing. It's okay though, I'm fine. I have to get to class."

After you took off Harry went over to Uma. He opened the door to your dorm room to see a mess everywhere. But it was all Uma's stuff. "Bit of a mess we got here, isn't it?"

She looked up from her tv. "Harry, hey. Just living life in Boradon with your girl."

"Why is she so tired Uma?"

Uma laughed. "Right, that. That's because I want to see how long until I break her. She's always little miss perfect shy princess, but everyone's got their bad side. I just want to see hers."

"Uma let the las be. Ye know she means a lot to me."

"Don't worry Harry, I'm just having a little fun."

Harry huffed, not knowing what to do. He exited the room as he thought over the situation. He went to class, not really paying attention to what the teacher was saying, but more on you.

When he returned to his room after class he was in for a pleasant surprise. He found you curled up on his bed, sound asleep. This then happened frequently, not that Harry or Gil minded. Harry found your sleeping form cute, and you and Gil had become good friends.

There was one particular night where you had it with Uma, and you spoke up. "Turn the music off Uma, I'm trying to sleep."

She looked up from her phone that blasted out music. "Oh, I'm sorry princess. Did I mess with your beauty sleep?" Her smile made you angrier than ever.

"What the hell is problem with me? What did I ever do to you?" This made her sit up.

"Oh princess, you've done nothing wrong. I'm just simply evil, in case your royalty brain forgot that."

You stood up from your bed and put on your normal clothing. You couldn't stay here, not when Uma was trying to drive you crazy. "You don't have the right to call me that!" You said as you put on your shoes. "I'm not a princess, and I'm not royalty!"

She scoffed. "I was wondering when that whole nice girl act would wear off."

"It's not an act, it's called a personality Uma! You should try to get one."

She then stood, anger coming to the surface. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me! Every VK here is happy here. Just because your parents are villains doesn't mean that your a villain too. The four original VKs are living honest lives that they love, Gil finally doesn't have to try to be tough since he could never hurt a fly, and Harry is the sweetest person I've ever met. They're all so happy to live their lives here. But not you Uma. You just want to make others miserable to satisfy yourself! Let me give you some advice, people will like you more if you stop messing with their lives and start living one of your own!"

And with that you slammed the door, leaving a speechless Uma. You stomped over to a certain dorm and knocked, being greeted by Gil. "Oh hey y/n. Everything okay?"

Harry stood from his bed. He heard your fast and frustrated thoughts running through his mind. "Yeah, yeah I'm good. Um, is it okay if I sleep here? Please?"

Gil immediately understood. "If you want I could sleep in your room and you could take my bed."

You hugged him. "You're awesome Gil. Thank you." He smiled and headed to your room. Harry stared at you the whole time. "Did you hear everything?" You said quietly with your head down.

He nodded, walking toward you and wrapping his arms around you. It was then you fully realized that he was shirtless. The warmth of his skin made you feel safe and able to talk. "Maybe I shouldn't have said those things." You didn't look at him.

You couldn't help but feel bad about what you said. You barely had any friends, and you felt self-conscious about your personality. Maybe this was the reason why people stay away from you.

"Fishy, look at me." You looked up at him with sad eyes. "It's not a bad thing for ye to stick up for yourself. Don't feel bad for it. I'm proud of ye."

You smiled and kissed his cheek. "I think you're rubbing off on me Harry."

He then pecked your lips. "I think you don't have anything to wear to sleep y/n." He was right. You had put on your normal clothing to go to the dorms. "Don't worry princess, I'll let ye borrow some of mine."

So there you were, coming out of the bathroom, feeling extremely shy as Harry sat up from his bed to stare at the huge shirt on your short figure. You felt your face burn up as he didn't take his eyes off of you for a second. "What?" You laughed nervously.

He got up and took your hands in his. "You look beautiful las. So beautiful."

He then walked backwards and lead you to the bed. "Wait, Harry-" Do ye trust me? You smiled. "Of course I'll say yes."

"Don't worry princess, I just want to hold ye." He smiled at you as you both laid down on the bed. He didn't need to tell you that he was touch starved, you knew. He buried his face in your neck as you ran your fingers through his hair, both of you dozing off.

When you woke up you let out a content sigh as you kissed the top of his head. Mornin' las.

You smiled. Morning Harry.

I'm a bit hungry. How about we have ourselves a little breakfast date, hm?

"Sounds like a plan." You felt him smile against your neck and hug you, rolling you over and causing you to giggle. You got up, putting on your clothes but leaving his shirt on, which he loved.

As you two were enjoying yourselves by the docks eating your plates of breakfast, Audrey came stomping by. "Sorry to bother your little low budget date, but King Ben wants to see you both."

You both came into his office with Audrey leading the two of you, head held high. Uma and Gil were standing inside as well. "Ben, what's this about?" You asked.

Audrey spoke up instead. "There's a chance that these pirates could be getting sent back to the isle."

"What?" You all exclaimed.

"Now, hang on a minute." Ben said, standing up from his chair. "Let's not act too rashly about this Audrey."

She chose to ignore this. "It's against the rules for any males to be sleeping in the female dorms, and the same goes for girls in the boys dorms. I saw with my own eyes Gil go into your dorm room last night, and people have seen you frequently go into their room." She crossed her arms. "Care to explain yourselves?"

"We're sorry, we didn't know that it was against the rules." You said. "There wasn't any harm done anyway."

"Aren't you two weirdos soulmates? Who's to say that you two aren't doing anything gross when you sleep in his room? And is that his shirt you're wearing?"

"First of all, asking what we do at night is the creepiest thing ever Audrey." She gave you a look. "Which is, for the record, nothing. People say that their going to sleep somewhere to sleep." You then pointed at her. "You're disgusting."

"Hey, guys let's be civil." Ben meekly said, offering an awkward smile.

"She was never civil with me. I'm done trying to be nice to someone who only cares about herself."

"You dare speak to me like that? I am a princess. You are some traveler who never stays in one place for long. You've lived on a boat." She then scoffed. "No wonder why you're friends with pirates."

"Excuse me?" Uma was now offended.

You put a hand on Uma's arm, giving her a smile. "It's okay Uma, I know how to deal with girls that have a silver spoon up her ass." Audrey gasped. You then turned to her. "Gee Audrey, it's so weird that you're trying to insult us, when we're all happy with our lives. You, on the hand, find it necessary to try to make yourself happy by having others below you." You put a hand to your heart. "It makes me sad that you can't just go on with your own life. I mean, it must get boring to do nothing but sit and judge people all day in your palaces. I encourage you to get a hobby, but, trust me, involving yourselves in other's lives isn't the right one."

She looked at you angrily before running out of the room. Sweet innocent Gil spoke up. "Um, can we go now?"

"Unfortunately, no." Ben said. "A rule was still broken and action must be given. Why were you sleeping in each other's dorms?"

Uma looked at you, ready for you to speak up and cause her to be punished. But you didn't. You were silent. Gil cleared his throat. "Um, so Uma-"

"It's my fault." You said, your expression blank. "The full story doesn't matter. It was my idea, and accept all responsibility."

"Are, are you sure?" Ben asked. "Honestly the only one who could be punished is Uma. I've seen how tired you've been." Uma looked at you, a tiny bit of fear in her eyes. She didn't want to go back.

"Uma didn't do anything. Like I said, I accept full responsibility." You smiled at him, and he nodded his head.

You ended up getting a three day suspension. You silently thanked the Gods that your mother was busy at sea to know this. As you were going to walk back to your room, Uma grabbed your wrist. "Hey. I just wanted to say thank you. I went too far."

"It's fine." You smiled at her, and she smiled back.

"Well las," Harry said. "You have three days off. What are we gonna do?"

You put your hands on his cheeks. "You have class."

"Eh, I got my soulmate right here. That's all I need." He wrapped his arms around your waist.

"You are positively evil, Harry Hook, and I love you for it."

"And you, my wee little princess, are the love of my life. I love you too." He then kissed you, with ever ounce of love and devotion in it. It felt right. He was your soulmate, after all.

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Author Note: So I just watched Descendants 3 and this kinda contradicts it, but this is set kinda between 2 and 3

#descendants x reader #descendants fandom #descendants fanfiction #descendants 2 #descendants #harry hook x reader #harry hook

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Malneirophrenia- Monsters chapter 7

Pairing: Olivia x MC; Liam x Olivia

Word count: 2,984

Warnings: evil Liam, evil Olivia, eating disorder, child abuse/neglect

Summary: Emma meets her sponsors and gets a crash course in everything she will need for the social season.

A/N: And we’re in Cordonia, and we are meeting the Beaumont’s ... finally. @sirbeepsalot and I still have another chapter planned before the social season, but soon I promise.

Series warnings: Evil Liam, Evil Olivia, child abuse, character death, abuse, knife violence, blood, unhealthy sexual situations, NSFW content to come. By asking to be tagged you acknowledge you are at least 18 years of age.

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Disclaimer: We only own our OC’s, the rest we are just borrowing from PB.

Malneirophrenia: the feeling of unease or unhappiness that comes from waking up from a nightmare.

Emma gazed out the window as they traveled the winding roads of the lush Cordonian countryside. Everything here was so different. She grew up in the dense, harsh city; here, everything was lush and open. It was as if dilapidated buildings didn’t exist in Cordonia; instead, quaint country villages spotted with cute, vintage homes transitioned into impressive manors surrounded by sprawling vineyards. Will I ever fit in here?

Her clover green eyes went wide as their car stopped in front of an impressive stone and wood mansion, with lush lawns and gardens that appeared to stretch on forever. “Is this the palace?”

Liam chuckled. “We’re in Duchy Ramsford at the Beaumont estate. You will be staying here until the start of the social season.”

Emma’s heart hammered in her chest. Did they already change their minds about me?

“Li, you’re scaring the poor girl.” Olivia lightly touched Emma’s arm. “Emma, Liam needs to go back to the palace and it wouldn’t be proper for a suitor to arrive so early. The Beaumont brothers have graciously offered to sponsor you.”

“Wait, suitor? You told me you brought me to Cordonia to be Liam’s queen.” Her heart pounded in her chest. See, you’re too trusting. They lied to you.

“You are,” Olivia said softly.

“Why do I need a sponsor then?” Emma asked as she looked between Liam and Olivia.

Liam glanced at Olivia before clearing his throat. “Emma, I understand this doesn’t make sense, but it is customary for noblemen and women to go through a social season to find spouses. I will choose you. We want to build a life with you.”

Emma’s eyes widened in surprise, she thought all of this was already set. She didn’t realize she had to pretend to compete for him while other members of royalty silently judged her every move. He said he’d choose her, but what if she fumbled and everyone hated her? Could she handle another failure to her name?

Emma stepped out of the vehicle. She felt slightly more comfortable but was still nervous. She didn’t know these people and she was expected to live with them. Could she trust two men whom she had never met?

“Olivia will be staying to make sure they take good care of you and help you settle,” Liam said stepping beside her. “Duke Bertrand will also help prepare you for your role by teaching you what you need to know about life at court.”

Emma smiled slightly at the thought that she wouldn’t be alone. Olivia was tough but she was kind. Emma was relieved that she was staying with her. She smiled at Liam, nodding her understanding as shouts filled the air around her.

“You’re here! Bertrand, they’re here!” A tall, thin man with bright blue eyes and dark brown hair shouted his greetings as he bounded down the front stairs to greet them.

“I can see that, Maxwell.” A shorter, more serious man Emma took to be Bertrand said walking down the stairs at a much slower pace. “You may have grown up with His Majesty, but can you please keep up some courtly protocol?”

Maxwell deflated. “Sorry, Bertrand.”

“Yes, well do better,” Bertrand said as he smoothed down the front of his brown sweater vest.

Emma appraised the pair. Maxwell was loud, effervescent, and exuded energy. Bertrand was more stern with a face that seemed permanently etched with a scowl. She wondered how the two could actually be brothers. She straightened as she felt Bertrand’s eyes fall on her, his lips pulled into a thin line as he scrutinized her.

“Your Majesty,” Bertrand dipped into a smooth bow before turning to Olivia. “Duchess Olivia, I do hope your journey was alright. I would like to once again extend you both my sympathies about the king father, such a tragic loss.”

Liam nodded, his stoic façade in place. “Thank you, Duke Bertrand. I’d like to thank you for offering to sponsor Lady Emma.” His onyx stare reminding him of their deal; help Emma, parade her as their own, keep Liam's secret, and receive everything needed to regain his house’s status.

“It's an honor, sir.” He turned to Emma giving her a stiff nod. “You must be Lady Emma. I am Bertrand Beaumont, Duke of Ramsford.”

Emma racked her brain trying to remember the crash course in etiquette that she received on the plane from New York. “Yes, your Grace. It’s lovely to make your acquaintance,” she replied as she dipped into an awkward curtsy.

“Hmm.” Bertrand momentarily questioned why the new reigning monarch wanted him to sponsor this woman and claim her as his own. He nearly backed out of their deal, but the promise of wealth and keeping their status untarnished won out. The king had offered a lot of money, money House Beaumont desperately needed to return to its former glory. It also helped that Liam said this woman would be his queen. “It’s going to take a lot of hard work but I will have her presentable in time for the start of the social season.”

“And this is your room,” Maxwell said with a flourish of his arms.

“Thank you,” Emma said giving him a shy smile. He seemed nice but she found his personality a bit overwhelming.

She stepped into the spacious room, her eyes going wide as she took in the space. I could fit my first studio apartment in here twice. She set her Daemarrel bag on the bed before the sudden realization that she had moved across an ocean with nothing but a new purse and a few items to her name hitting her full force.

She swallowed, thinking of all she needed to replace. Did I grab my wallet? Can I even access my account or will the police use it to find me? She gave a soft sigh. This would be any girl’s dream come true, but she was starting to wonder if this was just her being beholden to another man.

Her thoughts drifted to the crimson goddess as she sank into the soft bedding. Thoughts of her stirred butterflies in her stomach and she wondered if Olivia had similar feelings. She rolled to her side and sighed. Her new life would be so much easier if she didn’t have to vie for the hand of a king. She wished the three of them could simply start building their new life together. Liam and Olivia were sweet and kind -- all three of them had survived personal hells. The thought of belonging, of being safe with them, made her happy.

But she knew this was how it had to be for now. Tomorrow, she remembered Bertrand telling her, she would start to learn the skills needed to be queen.

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Emma sat at a grand oak table in a hard, uncomfortable chair. She stared wide-eyed at the place setting before her, her hands neatly folded in her lap as Bertrand had instructed. Her eyes scanned over the multiple forks as she tried desperately to remember the basic etiquette course she’d had in her home economics class. She gave a soft, hesitant smile as she lifted her left hand, fingers delicately wrapping around the fork closest to the plate. Her head snapped to the side as Olivia gently cleared her throat before picking up the correct fork.

Emma flashed Olivia a grateful smile as she tried to ignore the way her heart raced in her presence. She lifted the correct fork and tucked into her salad. She never realized there were so many different utensils that each served a distinct purpose during the meal. She wondered if Bertrand got a perverse joy watching her fail time and time again. Each new rule seemed to be spoken in a language only the elite could ever understand. Will I ever get this down? Will I ever make them believe I belong?

Always taste your food before seasoning it was one rule she found easy to follow. Growing up, her mother would smack her hand, calling her an ungrateful brat if she even thought of modifying the dish she had been served. It led her to accept what she was served.

Emma casually glanced at Olivia, she watched as Olivia pushed the salad around her plate. Is there something wrong with the food? She cautiously pierced a few delicate leaves with her fork, bringing the lightly dressed greens to her mouth. It seems fine to me.

She tried to conceal her surprise when her salad plate was whisked away and replaced by a new dish. Her eyes swept over her main course: a small, whole bird served with rice pilaf and asparagus. She looked at her utensils. At least there is only one fork left.

“Lady Emma, could you please pass me the salt?” Bertrand requested, his watchful gaze burning into her.

“Of course,” she replied with a tentative smile. His previous words pinged in her head; pass the salt and pepper together. That rule felt dumb. She couldn’t understand why you would pass both if they had only requested one, but maybe there was something she would eventually understand about always keeping them together.

She carefully picked up the salt and pepper, what did he say about passing items? She ran through the rules in her head: set passed items directly on the table instead of passing hand to hand. She set the shakers to the right of Bertrand’s plate before flashing him a soft, proud smile.

“Thank you, Lady Emma,” Bertrand said.

His words felt cold and hard, like the false praise you’d give to a scolded child or a misbehaving dog. She nodded her head in his direction, worry her voice may crack if she were to speak aloud.

Her palms felt sweaty as she watched the others carefully cut off bite-sized portions of the bird. How do I even begin to cut it? It’s basically whole, all it’s missing is it’s head, feet, and feathers.

She surreptitiously slid her hands to her lap, thankful to have the linen napkin to dry her sweaty palms. One rule is a win; the napkin rests on your lap until the end of the meal. Emma flashed an uneasy smile as she lifted her knife and fork, carefully cutting a small piece of breast meat from the bone. Here’s to new things, she thought as she brought the meat to her lips.

Her eyes fell on Olivia’s plate as she chewed. She noticed that, despite the appearance Olivia gave, she’d hardly touched her meal. Why isn’t she eating? She suddenly realized that she had hardly seen Olivia eat since they met.

- -

Olivia tilted her head down, her eyes trained on her plate as she pushed the food around. Her stomach gave a soft rumble, but she refused to take a bite; she knew the food on her plate wouldn’t be nearly as edible as it appeared. Regina simply kept up the appearance of keeping her well cared for.

She speared a lima bean with her fork, summoning the courage to eat it no matter how vile it might taste. Regina enjoyed using food to punish her and would tamper with her meals to make them inedible: vinegar in her soup, extra salt on her vegetables, overcooked and burnt meat. She did her best to stomach it since mealtime was the only time she was able to eat. She’d once tried to sneak into the kitchen late at night, only to find that Regina kept the food locked tight.

If you wanted to eat you ate with the ‘family’ or you could starve. Maybe starving isn’t so bad.

- -

Unknown to Emma, Olivia had requested that Bertrand schedule time for her to teach Emma about more feminine matters. Bertrand didn’t question her; he asked how long she needed and to let him know if he could assist in any way with the lesson.

Olivia spent the afternoon in Emma’s room reviewing the items her stylist had sent over for Emma. She smiled as she ran her fingers down the sleeve of a kelly green cashmere sweater. There was a reason she kept Sasha around; she was a wizard with building wardrobes. She had even included a few ties and items for Liam that coordinated in a subtle way with several of Emma’s outfits. She nodded before sitting on the bed, lifting her legs and admiring the new deep red leather booties Sasha found for her. She loved that, even when shopping for Emma, she still kept her in mind. It felt nice to have someone care.

At 14.00, she walked downstairs and down the center hall of the Beaumont Estate. Their manor was one of the homes she enjoyed visiting. The brothers had kept with their family traditions but it had a light, airy feel to it that other estates and keeps didn’t have.

She arrived at the den and softly knocked before cracking the door open. She peeked inside and saw Emma sitting across from Bertrand. He had been teaching her Cordonian history and Olivia sensed the lesson went well based on the smile on her face.

“Lady Olivia,” Bertrand greeted as he stood. “Please, come in. We were just finishing up.”

Emma stood and turned, meeting Olivia’s eyes as she dipped into a passable curtsy.

“Emma, you don’t need to curtsy,” Olivia noted before looking to Bertrand.

“I thought it prudent that she practices each time she meets someone. Practice makes perfect.”

Emma kept her face passive as she stood. “Duke Bertrand was helping me with my form, but perhaps you can help me refine my skills.” She smiled as she looked at Bertrand. “As lovely as his curtsies are, I think they lack a woman’s touch.”

Bertrand nodded. “I’m sure Lady Olivia can help. She had one of the most rigorous teachers -- you’d be lucky to learn from her. She has perfected the art of court.”

Olivia nodded towards Bertrand. “Thank you. I like to think I have some talents. However, I have a lesson prepared for Emma. We will be down for dinner.”

The two women departed the lounge and headed towards Emma’s suite.

“How were your lessons?” Olivia asked.

Emma sighed. “They went well -- the duke is very nice if you get past the grumpy part of his personality. We talked about values and traditions … he also gave me curtsying lessons.”

Olivia chuckled. “I got the impression.”

“Sadly, he does curtsy better than me,” Emma said before glancing at Olivia. Their eyes met and they both laughed.

“You’ll get there. Keep in mind that you are learning the things we have had beaten into us since we were born.” Olivia took her hand as they reached Emma’s room. “I think you will enjoy your next lesson.”

“I’m trying to imagine what sort of lesson would be in my bedroom.”

“Dressing and appearance. Come with me,” Olivia said as she opened the door and gestured for Emma to enter.

Emma paused when she caught sight of the two wardrobe racks filled with clothes. Several pairs of shoes were neatly arranged along the floor and display trays and stands held a variety of jewelry and other accessories.

“Olivia, what … what is all this?” Emma glanced at Olivia before swallowing. She couldn’t even think about how much this cost; the rack of silken, glittery ball gowns must have cost a fortune.

Olivia walked to the rack that held the more casual items. She ran her hand over the soft sweaters before turning to look at Emma. “I told you my stylist was going to pull items for you.”

Emma shook her head. “But I can’t … I can’t afford this. It’s too much.”

Oliva walked up to Emma and took her hands. Emma looked down, refusing to look at Olivia as tears started to prick at her eyes. “Emma, look at me.”

Emma lifted her face, blinking her eyes in a vain attempt to hide her tears. “I’m sorry.”

“We are family now. This -- everything -- it is simply how your life is now. It isn’t a gift, you do not owe us anything. What you need, we will provide. What we need, you will provide. You, me, Liam … it’s going to be the three of us and that means we support each other. Right now, you need clothes. Here,” Olivia shifted so she stood next to Emma and gently turned her to face the clothes, “are your clothes. We will shop more before we leave for the capital, and you don’t have to keep anything you don’t like. Now let’s have fun trying on outfits and having girl time.”

Emma let out a little laugh. “I know, I’m sorry, I just --”

“Emma, don’t apologize for how you feel. You can be apprehensive, or unsure … but I’m here for you and anything you need or want …” Olivia blushed a bit before taking Emma’s hand and stepping up to one of the clothing racks. “I am able to offer insight and lessons that Bertrand is unable to … help you in ways the men can’t.”

Emma squeezed Olivia’s hand as her fingers reached up and brushed the sleeve of the kelly green cashmere sweater. “You’re right, Olivia, and you have already been more of a friend than I would have ever expected.” She lifted the sweater off the rack and held it to her chest, her eyes looking down at the soft fabric floating over her blouse.

“It’s a beautiful color on you,” Olivia noted. “I sent Sasha some photos so she could match your coloring. I think she did a wonderful job.”

Emma bit her lip as she turned to face Olivia. “Everything here is so beautiful. Tell me what I need to do to be a part of your world.”

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insertselfinserthere · 5 years ago

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Three Rules ~ Leon Kuwata (1/?)

AN: I’m finally making a whole fanfic! I have no idea how many parts this’ll be. But this is set in the canon universe, maybe sometime later I’ll make a happier fic set in a non!despair AU

I never had any ultimate talent, and I'd never attended Hope's Peak either, but I still felt I could have somehow prevented the inevitable. I'd made friends with lots of students who went there, like a nice girl named Chihiro who attended my creative writing class, and another boy named Gundam who I'd met while volunteering at the animal shelter. I'd met both of their friends, even managing to sneak conversation with people as they left school grounds while waiting outside for one or the other.

Meeting them was both the worst and best things that have ever happened to me. Chihiro was a kind girl I grew attached to very quickly, my introduction to her friends resulting in me meeting my boyfriend, Leon Kuwata. We didn't get along at first, until I'd gotten comfortable in the group and Leon got to know the louder and much more humorous side of me hidden behind my timid first impression. He'd eventually asked to get ice cream after school one day.

Gundam I'd met nearly a year and a half later. We'd also not gotten along at first. I was quick to shut out his longwinded words, smiling and nodding absentmindedly when he started conversations. Seeing how he treated the animals was what opened my mind. His eyes melted like butter, smile soft and friendly. It was then Gundam and I exchanged numbers, and I'd began hanging out with him outside of volunteering with a mixture of our own friends.

I really did hit it off with Junko the couple of times we'd met. I admired her photoshoots majorly, being awestruck when I saw her in person. Junko claimed to like my makeup, and from that, I'd decided we'd bonded.

Knowing Gundam and all his classmates, knowing Junko as well, is what hurts the most. I'm trying to reassure myself, looking down at my phone as it rings and goes to voicemail, that he’s okay. The disaster outside will be tended to and Leon is safe and hiding out somewhere, waiting for me to find him.

I know this isn't true. It doesn't stop me from reassuring myself, though. I can't remember what street I'm on, they all look the same. People are running, things have already been destroyed, and robots are roaming about.

Receiving a call makes a grin come to my face, breathing ragged as I press the phone to my ear. "Leon!" I wheeze, tears running down my cheeks. "I-Oh my Gods, are you okay? Where are you?"

"I'm okay," There's rustling in the background, but it's nothing compared to the shrieking and honking of cars on my end. "You remember that park, right? The one where someone stole one of the swings, with that really shitty basketball court."

"Yeah," I breath out, "On my way. Stay with me,"

Leon breaths in and out steadily, and I can't tell who he's trying to calm down more, me or himself. "Is there anyone with you?" He pauses, continuing when I don't respond. "Do you know how your family is?"

"My parents aren't answering their phones," I tell him briefly, turning a corner. I see a familiar restaurant, knowing the next turn to the park is just up ahead. "I tried going home-" I gasp for air, "-Road's blocked."

There's more rustling, and I consider maybe he's pacing. "My parents weren't fucking picking up either," Leon's voice is obviously frustrated, steadily rising in volume. "My cousin, Kanon, picked up, though. She said she needs to go fucking check on her dad, can you believe her? She's fucking crazy,”

I shriek as a robot barrels towards me. I drop to my knees, crawling rapidly away. Rising to my feet as fast as I can, I sprint to where I see the park. I even see Leon, his red hair sticking out against the greenery. He's standing against the foliage of the trees surrounding the park, pacing back and forth as he twirls a baseball bat in his hand idly. This is a change of scenery, rather peaceful, and I deduct the robots must have not managed to reach here as of yet.

"Here!" I scream into my phone, waving one of my hands in the air.

He looks up, dropping his phone from his hand in the process as he matches my pace towards me. I know he isn't running towards me, rather at the machine that follows behind me. Leon raises his bat above his head, leaping at the robot. Straddling it, Leon bashes it until I can see sparks.

The robot is still being smashed to smithereens long after it's stopped moving and it's only laying on the ground. I watch as I catch my breath. Just seeing Leon in person, despite him being covered in grunge with a blooming bruise on his cheek and blood running somewhere in his scalp. Even looking this worn down, chest heaving and eyes wide with rage, I'm able to admire him. My family is gone, I know that already. I have no one left besides Leon, and I'm grateful he's alive and by my side.

When Leon rises, his breathing is rapid and his shirt is sticking to his abdomen. He turns to me in a daze, pulling me into a delicate hug. Leon touches me like I'm glass, but my grip is like iron when I throw my arms around his neck, sobbing into his shoulder. We stand like this for a long time, both of us crying in absolute relief.

"I thought I lost you," Leon speaks quietly, voice deep as he tries to ensure it won't break. "You screamed-You..."

"I'm okay," I say rapidly, "We're okay. We're doing great."

Leon nods silently, pulling me closer if that were somehow possible. "The school," He croaks out, "There's a gate. We can go there, maybe it'll help. Naegi, you know him, the small one. It was his idea to go back to the school, board it up and hide out until things settle."

"Oh Gods," Comes out my raspy response, shaking my head lightly. "Poor Chihiro, she must be losing their mind right about now." Leon is silent, only stroking my back slowly in reassurance.

"Let's get going," He tells me firmly, pulling us apart and holding my biceps firmly, looking into my eyes with a gaze that matches his rough tone. "The longer we stay out here, the longer we're in danger. Once we get in the school, we can lounge around and do whatever we want, okay?"

My nod is delayed, but it does come. With it, relief floods into Leon's pale eyes. We're both unable to speak as we turn, overlooking the wreckage before us with dread. I follow behind my boyfriend obediently, albeit much slower than he would have liked, but we're still moving forwards whether I want to or not.

It's a shame that I see many recognizable faces as I move along. The woman whose input I asked for when I was buying a dress not too long ago, which was now probably burned and covered under the debris of my house. My shoulder is brushed as a waitress comes barreling past me, sobs wracking her body. I remember she served me pizza three days ago, she let me leave even though I was a whole four dollars short, paying for the shortage herself with a blinding grin.

While Leon and I make short and steady progress, he avoids fights with relative ease. The robots are focused on uncovering the debris, attempting to find survivors which are hanging onto their last frayed threads of life, ready to be snuffed out in an instant. Survivors rush past the robots easily while they're distracted.

Once the academy is in view, it feels like a weight is lifted off my shoulders. We near the closed gate, and when we finally reach it, I half expect it to swing open invitingly. Instead, it stays in place, and I stare at it rather dumbly. "Here, up on my shoulders," Leon tells me, though I only blink back at him. "We're climbing it."

It takes a while for me to process that, but eventually I nod silently. I suddenly feel stupid. People are out there, fires surrounding them, on the brink of death, yet here I am. Intimidated at the idea of climbing a damn fence.

There's a bit of a struggle, and I can practically hear Leon's legs quaking as I stand up, but we press on. I make it to the top, and throw myself to the other side. I land unceremoniously on the ground, though make it to my feet swiftly, face glowing crimson. After checking if I was okay, Leon scales the fence with ease.

Within only a couple seconds, he's by my side, landing on his feet and grinning back at me. After he slings an arm over my shoulder, I hear his heavy breathing and deduct he most certainly rushed in order to show off. My blush deepens.

Inside the school, the familiar faces make my spirits lift abruptly and welcomingly. "Mondo, I haven't seen you in forever!" I boast, running over to the biker. His spirits aren't as high as mine, but he sends me a forced smile, giving a nod in Leon's direction. Greetings to everyone else ensues afterwards, and Chihiro and I decide to stay glued at the hip. Leon is hesitant, but him, Mondo, and Sakura head off to tend to harder labour.

“Maybe we should get you some clothes,” Chihiro suggests. Upon my confused look, she adds on. “We have a lot of supplies. We portioned them out right before Leon left to get you. Everyone else brought a bit of their own things, so I guess you can have a uniform or some gym clothes.”

I smile, relieved and tired. “Thank you so much,” I wish I could express how much I meant those words. That I could transfer my feelings to Chihiro, that they didn’t feel so empty. “What else is there to do?”

We begin walking, Chihiro leading the way. “We’re just making sure everything’s boarded up. We’ve got most of the windows, now we’re doing the doors.” I nod along. Chihiro’s large eyes are void of tears, I wonder if they’ve cried too much to have any left. “Here it is.”

Shelves are stacked neatly with supplies in this room. I spot gym uniforms immediately, as well as several other spare articles of clothing. Besides what we came here for, there’s many other useful things, like snacks, tools, and much more.

Chihiro turns her back as I change into track pants and a white tank top. They hand me a towel and wet it with a nearby water bottle, and they help me wipe soot and dirt off my skin.

Celeste enters as we do this. “You look terrible,” She states bluntly.

Her and I have gotten along rather well, and I do like her, but that doesn’t stop me from snapping. “Thanks, I didn’t notice,” I put as much venom into the short words as possible. “You’re a real help.”

Celeste pauses, holding a small hammer. She puts it down, walking over slowly. Celeste takes a towel of her own, wets it, and begins cleaning my face.

“Have you talked to the principle yet?” She asks, “He made us record videos before we started doing all these... renovations.”

I take in a breath, knowing I’m on the verge of using Celeste as a verbal punching bag. Instead I smile, toothy and forced. “No,” Her raised eyebrows tells me she knows how irritated I am. “I just got here. I really just want to change and get everything done as soon as possible.” Internally I don’t want to do anything, but I know I have to do my part. My feet hurt and the side of my stomach is cramped.

Chihiro reads me well, and I’m reminded of how I wear my feelings so obviously on my sleeve. “Let’s go see the principle,” She tells me, smiling wide. She takes a pair of leggings and a white t-shirt off the shelf handing it to me. “Right after you change. Everything should be done after that.”

Relief floods through me. I take the clothes wordlessly, the two of them turning as I change. Once I’m done, Celeste says her farewells and is off to wherever that hammer of hers is needed.

I can’t say I’ve been in the halls of Hope’s Peak very often. I’ve been to a talent show in support of Leon. I remember telling him I wasn’t going, then seeing the ecstasy flare into his pale eyes as he caught my gaze. I wish such happy memories couldn’t be overrided, but they are, by much more profound feelings of sadness, fear, and despair.

Chihiro and I eventually come up to the door of what must be the principle’s office. I never really thought anything of the video I recorded that day. It was a no brainer for me. Hope’s Peak was safe, with most of the people I cared about close by. I thought we’d escaped tragedy, but it’s very obvious that I was very wrong.

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marshmallow-phd · 6 years ago

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Fighting Instinct

Part of The Untamed - EXO Wolf Universe

Genre: Supernatural, Wolf Au

Pairing: Jongdae x Reader

Summary: He went out of his way to ignore you. You saw his kindness towards everyone else, but he showed you only irritation. And you couldn’t blame him, considering your first meeting. However, little do you know that he’s hiding a dark world, one that you’re pulled into against your will….

Warning: none

Part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 6 I 7 I 8 I 9 I 10 I 11 I 12 I 13 I 14 I 15 I Final

It was like all the air had been sucked out of the room. Jongdae was shaking violently underneath you. No one could speak, just displaying shocked eyes and dropped jaws.

Perhaps sensing a bad situation as Jondae’s current state, Chanyeol jumped up out his chair and tried to reach for you, but Jongdae tightened his grip to an almost painful level around your waist and let out a sound you could only describe as a roar.

“How did Eun Na do this?” Jongdae asked, his forehead resting on your shoulder in an attempt to stable himself. Worry washed through you as you rubbed your hand up and down his arm, trying to calm him. “HOW!”

“I can’t know all the specifics,” Soomi answered carefully. “But a spell like this would require a piece of the individual to perform the curse. Like hair.”

Jongdae’s breathing was getting shallower by the second. You could feel each burst of air escaping his lungs on your back. It was hot and angry, danger underlining breath. “Her hair? That bitch used her hair to curse her?”

“That’s the only thing I can think of that she’d be able to get ahold of,” Soomi replied. “Although, from what Junmyeon said, (y/n)’s been here for a while, so I’m not sure how she could have gotten it.”

“They were friends,” Ji Yeon explained. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she kept some around or stole it from her apartment. Just in case.”

“Um, hyung?” Baekhyun turned to the alpha. “He doesn’t look good.”

Moving his gaze over to your direction, Junmyeon approached the two of you at a slower pace than Chanyeol, hands held out like he was trying to calm down a wild animal. “Jongdae, listen to me. You are on the verge of turning. I see you fighting it. At this point, you’re not going to win. You’re emotions are too rampant. If you phase right here, you are going to hurt (y/n). Let her go and run this off.”

Jongdae’s entire body was vibrating now. A continuous growl reverberated out of his chest. But, seeing reason through his yellow eyes, he listened and let you go. He practically shoved you off of him as he ran out the back door. An ear piercing howl cut through the air not a moment later and you could feel the pain and torment he was letting out through it.

Running to you, Ji Yeon pulled you into her chest, rubbing your back to try and sooth you. As wonderful as a gesture it was, you softly pushed her away. You hadn’t realized that some of the shaking was coming from you, but it was subsiding now as your brain started to work again.

“What exactly does it mean to be marked?” you asked quietly, knowing full well even the mates could hear a pin drop in the silence of the room. With Jongdae’s reaction, you knew it was even more significant that you’d previously thought.

Ji Yeon looked to the other girls before taking a step back. One by one, the pulled the collars of their shirts over their shoulder. Each one of them had a scar located on the now exposed skin in the shape of a crescent moon. It wasn’t clean like a cut or burn. The edges were jagged, ripped… like a bite.

You cringed away from the sight. Baekhyun kissed the scar on Hae In’s shoulder, looking so proud.

“Being marked is the most important thing that can happen between mates,” Kimberly explained, releasing her shirt and covering up the moon once again. “It strengthens the bond between the two of you.”

“The urge to mark your mate to keep others away is strong,” Yixing added. “Overwhelmingly so. The emotions that come with not having your mate marked, especially with unmated wolves around, are erratic and at times uncontrollable. The mark tells others to stay away, like a warning about who that mate belongs to.”

“Jongin and Kimberly only lasted a week after he told her,” Sehun snickered.

“Shut up,” Jongin snapped. Kimberly looked like she was about to jump across the table at the youngest member.

You should have expected something like this. Marked doesn’t exactly leave room for the imagination. But being bitten? To the point of being marred for life?

You shook your head, digging your fingers into your hair, “This sounds like a cult.”

“She’s not wrong,” Hae In shrugged when some of the others widened their eyes.

“It’s not a cult thing,” Ming insisted, somewhat hurt by your comment. “It’s just in their nature. It comes with being a mate. And it really doesn’t hurt.”

You frowned. “How is him biting my shoulder not supposed to hurt?”

“I think it’s best that Jongdae explain the rest to you after he calms down,” Ji Yeon cut in. “Some details are more… personal.”

“In the meantime,” Junmyeon, “Soomi, do you think you can find a way to break the curse?”

The witch sighed, not looking very hopefully at the idea. “I can try. I’ll have to contact a mother first. Like I said earlier, that coven had to break our laws to perform this spell. My options might be limited.”

“A mother?” you questioned.

Soomi gave you a soft, sympathetic smile. “Someone who is higher up in the world of witches. Our system is a matriarchy. We have mothers, crones, coven heads. Mothers are those who are older and have spent their lives studying one type of magic in order to guide the younger generations. I think I should contact Mother Calla. She might be the most knowledgeable on breaking curses.”

“What did she specialize in?” You wondered if she too studied dark magic. Wouldn’t that be the best place to start?

“Defensive magic,” she replied. “Protection. However, with that comes knowing about different curses and how to break them. Even if she doesn’t have an answer, she should know a sister who does.”

Soomi kept referring to the witches as female – sisters and mothers – but you could have sworn there were boys there the night of the bonfire as well. “Are all witches girls?”

Her lips fell and she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. “No. There are male witches as well.”

“It’s a sensitive subject,” Junmyeon intervened. “Some believe that leadership roles should be expanded to all those who are gifted with magic, while others want to remain traditional and keep the female witches in charge. Some have even proposed not teaching male witches anything about magic.”

“Even in this day and age, a son being born into a witch family is taken as a disappointment,” Soomi added.

“That’s…,” you weren’t even sure how to respond.

“Tradition is a hard thing to change,” she sighed. Standing up, she put the envelope back in the wooden box and closed the lid. “Junmyeon, do you mind if I take this? Mother Calla will need to see it firsthand.”

“Go right ahead,” he nodded. “I doubt any of us want it staying here.”

“I’ll be back in a few days.” Soomi headed for the door and then stopped. “Oh, the wolfsbane–”

“I’ll clean it up,” Ji Yeon volunteered.

Eventually, everyone cleared the room. Minseok and Chanyeol volunteered to go find Jongdae and make sure he was okay and had calmed down enough to come home. Your room that you now shared with your mate seemed too isolated and gloomy with just your presence, but what else could you do? So, you sat on the bed with your back up against the headboard as your mind tried not to dwell on the current turn of events.

No one came to disturb you or try to tell you everything would be alright. You’d been cursed to die – by the person who you used to share all your secrets and wishes with, no less. Was she really that desperate for her plan to work? And what exactly was her reasoning? Was it revenge? Pure spite?

You couldn’t figure it out no matter how hard you worked your brain. You just didn’t know enough about Eun Na to pin down a theory. Enough of the truth, anyway.

A shuffling sound broke you out of your thoughts. Jongdae opened the door and entered the bedroom in a fresh change of clothes. You weren’t sure where he got them, but one of the boys must have had it handy for him. His hair was disheveled and his eyes were red. Before you could stand up to go him, he reached you first, dropping to his knees and wrapping you up in his embrace.

“I’m sorry for scaring you,” he whispered into your lap.

“I’m alright,” you reassured him, returning the hug with force and rubbing his back.

Sighing, Jongdae got up beside you on the bed, pulling you into his lap in the process and resting your legs on either side of him. He pushed a lock of hair out of your face, placing it behind your ear affectionately. “I really could have hurt you, (y/n). I just – that wasn’t what I was expecting when the curse arrived. To have that taken away… I just lost control.”

“Hey, look at me.” You cupped his jaw with both hands, forcing him to make eye contact with you. “You wouldn’t have hurt me.”

“My precious mate,” he murmured, closing his eyes and turning his face so he could kiss the palm of your hand. “Keeping you unmarked for so long has been driving me crazy. But you asked to take it slow.” He shook his head. “That doesn’t matter. This is all my fault.”

“No, it’s not your fault,” you reprimanded. “Besides, now this gives me a little bit of time to come to terms with the idea of you having to bite me.”

Jongdae growled, but you weren’t sure if it was out of irritation or something more… sensual. His facial expression was changing, melting away the sorrow that had been there just a few seconds before. “I wouldn’t just out right bite you, babe. I’d be… distracting you while it happened.”

You gulped. “D-distracting me?”

A smirk grew on his lips. As nice as it was that his mood was lightening, your heart was beginning to speed up in your chest. His hands trailed down until they were resting on your thighs. “M-hm. I’d occupy your attention. You’d never even know it was happening.”

Your palms were getting clammy. That predatory look was showing in his eyes, the kind you knew all too well. His run in wolf form must have burnt off most of the aggression, with the other emotions left in its place.

Agonizingly slow, Jongdae leaned in, barely brushing his lips over yours. You hated it when he did that, purposefully teasing you so you’d be the one to jump in first. And this moment, you took the bait.

You dived into the kiss, lifting yourself up on your knees just a bit as your fingers twined into his hair. Jongdae’s hands left your thighs, one resting on the curve of your butt, hooking you in closer to him, while the other held you steady by your back.

His lips took the dominance easily, guiding yours open to allow his tongue inside. You moaned into the kiss, only egging Jongdae on more. His hips pressed in yours as his broke the kiss and started his way down your jaw. The hand on your back had snaked its way up your shirt, teasingly pulling at your bra. You fisted a handful of his shirt as he took a little snip at your neck.

Maybe it was because of what had happened earlier in the kitchen or because you were just lost in the moment, but your fear of what might come next had subsided greatly. You were sure it’d come back in force once your mind was back to normal, but right now, all you wanted was Jongdae. Perhaps your own instincts were taking over.

His possessive growl was doing something to you inside. You started tugging at his shirt, wanting it off. Jongdae obliged, removing it with a swiftness you hadn’t seen before. He was back at your neck, attacking it with sloppy kisses as your fingers explored his chest. Against your skin, you felt something extend. Teeth. You gasped.

In a flashed, Jongdae had pushed you off of him. His fist slammed against the headboard. “Damn it!”

You reached out tentatively, making contact with his shoulders. His head was now hanging between his legs as his arms rested on his knees.

“Jongdae?”

“This is going to be harder than I thought,” he mumbled, still not looking up.

You crawled over to him, wrapping your legs and arms around him from the side like a koala, kissing his shoulder. “So, I’m guessing that’s the kind of distraction you’d be giving me?”

He actually chuckled, lifting his head and placing a kiss on your forehead. “That was just a taste. I’d hold myself back from marking you until the end when we’re able to. Right now, I just wasn’t thinking about anything but finally having you.”

“Oh.” You loosened your grip on him, taking your arms back as your cheeks heated up.

“Oh, no you don’t,” Jongdae practically tackled you as he felt you pull away from him. You were now pinned to the sheets underneath him. He ran his knuckles over your cheek. “You blush so easily.”

“Jongdae….” You squirmed under him, only because his closeness was getting your heart rate up again. Stupid body and its betrayal.

He was resting between your legs as he lowered himself down to kiss you. “God, you’re so tempting.”

“We’ve got time,” you huffed down. Breathing was becoming hard and it wasn’t due to his weight on you. Damn it, he was corrupting you. The worst part of it was you were liking it. “Maybe we could… try things out? Work on your self-control?”

Jongdae chuckled. “Are you suggesting practice rounds?”

You hit him square on the chest. “You are such a jerk.”

He shifted the two of you so he was now lying down facing you, your limbs entangled. Using his free hand that wasn’t holding you to him, he brought your face to his, giving you a very light kiss on the lips. “You know, I don’t think I’ve said it in a while. I love you.”

Grinning, you tapped the spot you’d hit him at with your index finger, melting inside from his declaration. “I love you, too.”

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thismanateelovestowrite · 6 years ago

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Blue: Pt.30

Previous part: [Pt.29]

Warnings for this part: some detailed descriptions of depression

Not today, either…

Without even having to look at the bright streetlamp ahead of you, you felt a sense of disappointment that you had already gotten used to. It had been bright for months and you knew it wouldn’t change. You had given up the hope you had had months earlier.

At first, walking past the bright streetlamp before your apartment building had caused you to tear up. Every new day had come with a new heartbreaking disappointment, which eventually began to irritate and anger you. How had you dealt with those emotions? By abusing the inanimate object with murderous glares and stray rocks.

After having ran out of tears to cry and rocks to throw, you had begun to ponder all the useless what-ifs. Those that made you regret every single thing you had and hadn’t done. You had wallowed in them for weeks, eventually running out of emotional capacity to keep doing so.

Now, you were consumed inside an emptiness that had taken over your whole life. Nothing felt meaningful and there was nothing that brought you genuine happiness. Days passed by so slowly yet before you even knew it, a week had gone by. The only things that kept you from staying in your apartment all week long were your Mother’s calls and visits.

“How was your day?” she asked today too when you walked in to the comfort of your home.

“Nothing special,” you said quietly.

She walked you into the kitchen before you could escape into the living room. “I made some dinner for you.”

You felt a little bad for her as you didn’t even feel hungry nor had an appetite. “I’m fine, though…”

“I know you haven’t eaten much,” she made you sit down on a chair and sat down opposite you.

Reluctantly, you ate the food that didn’t taste like much in your mouth and didn’t seem to have a filling effect. Usually you probably would have found it delicious but you had become so numb that you didn’t anymore.

“Happy?” you asked once you had finished.

She smiled brightly and nodded. “Very. Thank you.”

***

You let your mind wander around as the music played loudly in the background. It didn’t exactly make you happy or sad, only triggered different nonchalant thoughts. It also helped you stay awake as you didn’t want to go to sleep.

The nightmares had returned, worse than ever. You couldn’t get rid of them and every time you fell asleep, you woke up not long after, often in tears. Then you would get out of bed and walk around the apartment before sitting down in front of the window to stare outside until you fell asleep.

You considered it a miracle that you were even sane anymore after the torture that had gone on for months. Maybe the lingering hope of being able to meet Minhyuk again helped you keep going. Though, it had become nearly inexistent over time.

Maybe the emptiness has consumed all the insanity, too…

The songs changed, your mind wandered and you felt like you had fought off the sleepiness. What was left was the ticking clock on your bedside table, making every second feel like an eternity as you waited for the next tick to come.

Am I here just to kill time? You thought with a small sigh.

As you lay with your arms wide open, the bed felt uncomfortably big. Three people would have fit there, side by side. The thought immediately brought Eunkyung and Minhyuk to your mind. How nice would it have been to be able to be in either’s comforting presence? Eunkyung’s warm words of comfort, the feeling of safety and comfort that being near Minhyuk had given you. Yet, neither was around to ease your numbness.

***

Why is it especially tough today?

Dragging your feet, you walked on the dark road that was the only thing you could see. It was as though the world around you had been consumed by the emptiness as well, only leaving behind an endless road. Quite honestly, you weren’t even sure if the road was one that would lead you home.

The sounds had been silenced as well, and the only thing you could hear were your own footsteps. Listening to their exhausted nature only added to your general exhaustion, hence why your pace slowed down with each step.

Your heart ached more and more as your movements grew slower. It longed for someone to lean on. Someone whose presence you still wished to sense through the flickering of a streetlamp.

Minhyuk…

Without you noticing, a lone tear rolled down your cheek and you came to a stop. As you stared ahead, you felt like the last piece of your soul had escaped your body and what remained was a mere shell, your tired body.

You stood in silence, under the bright streetlamp, and waited for whatever would come next. You didn’t anticipate or dread; there was no room for such emotions in the dreary void inside of you.

The light above you grew dim.

Is this it?

Then brighter again.

Please do not play with me any longer…

You noticed that your legs had given in after having collapsed to the ground. All you could see was the bright lamp directly above you, growing dimmer and then brighter again.

Please, let me go.

As you closed your eyes, a faint sound rang in your ears in return. You could sense the light flicker a few times. The faint thumps continued to echo in your ears as the light grew dim once more before you were embraced by the warm darkness.

***

A faint wooden scent, silence, warmth, faint light, a headache. You weren’t sure which one awakened you from your sleep.

You felt as though you were floating between clouds on a warm summery night. You lay on a soft surface, surrounded by a blanket of warmth and dim lighting. Once you opened your eyes, though, you found yourself to be inside a dimly lit room, lying down on a bed, covered by a blanket.

You were confused but you didn’t know why, exactly. There were many different questions on your mind, one in particular that made you stop and think for a while.

Who am I?

The question - that most people would have known how to answer in a way or two - caused you to struggle. No matter how deep you dug, you didn’t find an answer. It was like your brain had been emptied out almost completely.

A small sound made you snap out of your thoughts. Since the dim lighting – provided by a lamp on the bedside table beside you – didn’t reach all the corners of the room, you had a hard time figuring out where exactly the sound had come from. Eventually, one corner caught your attention and you stared in its direction, waiting for your eyes to notice any sort of movement.

“Seems like I’ve been caught,” a voice spoke softly and a chuckle followed.

Out of the corner stepped a man who somehow looked exactly like the one you had just imagined based on the voice alone. You sat up in curiosity.

Why was he standing in the corner?

“Hello,” he spoke again with a small smile. “How do you feel?”

Fascinated by how familiar he seemed, you just stared at him in silence. His blue eyes stared back with an odd sense of concern and warmth.

Is this someone I know?

His expression grew amused as the silence continued. “You’ve knitted your eyebrows quite tightly together,” he tapped the space between your eyebrows. “The curiosity remains when nothing else is left, huh?” he grinned.

“Who are you?” you ignored his remark.

“Many would ask about themselves first. Yet, you choose to use your first question on me?”

“Do you know who I am, then?” you asked, receiving only a smirk in return. “Do you?”

“I think one could say that,” he nodded quite nonchalantly. “I’ve done my fair share of research.”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, nothing,” she smiled and came to stand right next to you. “Let’s focus on the essentials first, shall we?”

You could now see his features clearer.

“You don’t have any other questions?” he asked after you just continued to admire him in silence. “Anything?”

You snapped out of your daze and thought for a second. “Where am I?”

He smiled. “Hmm… Well, I think you can call this your home if you want to.”

You looked around, scanning the room you were inside. “How did I end up here? Have I been here before?”

“Yes, you have, though you didn’t stay very long. As for how you ended up here…” he looked at you in silence for a bit. “Let’s just say that this is your safe place that you come to after bad things have happened.”

“Do you come here often?”

He hesitated. “Lately, yes.”

“Because your life has been tough?” your question caused him to break the eye contact.

You could feel an ache inside your heart as you saw the pain in his eyes.

“That’s not important right now,” he met your gaze again and the painful look was gone. “This is a time for you to ask me things about you, not me.”

But I want to know more about you…

As the silent seconds passed, you became more and more aware of a wholesome feeling inside you that seemed to grow bigger the longer you looked at his kind eyes and warm smile. You weren’t sure of why you felt like that but somehow, it felt right.

“Any more questions?” he encouraged. “Wow, that’s a question I never thought I would ask,” he added under his breath with an amused smirk.

“Well… What’s my name?”

“______.”

“What am I like?”

“Well, there are many answers to that question,” his smile widened. “You’re awfully curious, nosy and inquisitive.”

You frowned. “Aren’t those pretty much the same thing?” “Exactly,” he said with a mocking tone, causing you to pout slightly. He laughed at your reaction and then looked at you with a smile that made it hard for you to look in to his eyes. “Apart from that, you are brave, smart and occasionally cute.”

Weirdly enough, his words caused your heart to flutter and you looked away in embarrassment.

“Maybe that’s enough for now,” he continued to smile. “I think you should rest a little longer,” he gently grabbed your shoulders to make you lie down.

“I don’t feel tired,” you stated.

“Still. You injured yourself when you collapsed and need to get plenty of rest to heal. And, to make sure that your body is doing what it’s supposed to do, we need to make you heal quickly.”

“What are you talking about?” you frowned in confusion.

“You’ll find out eventually,” he pulled the blanket over you, tucking you in. “Once you feel like you can’t stand lying here anymore, you can come outside. But for my sake, stay in bed just a little longer.”

“Where are you going?” you grabbed his hand when he turned around to leave. Your heart had begun to beat faster.

“Don’t worry,” he reassured you and held your hand gently. “I’m not going to disappear. I’ll be waiting for you in the living room once you want to come out.”

Though you didn’t want to, you had to eventually let go of his warm hand as he walked to the door of the room. Watching him open the door made your heart ache and you wanted to follow him. Yet, you sat still and watched how he exited the room and closed the door behind him, leaving you all alone.

***

“Have you cleared up your mind?” the man asked when you found him in the living room of the seemingly spacious and cozy house.

I actually just wanted to see you…

“I’m not sure,” you sat down next to him on the couch. “My mind is empty and full at the same time. I feel at peace but I’m also really confused.”

A few seconds passed in silence and he smiled with compassion. “Been there, done that. Don’t worry, you’ll get better soon.”

“Are you sure?”

He nodded. “I did too. You just need to be around the right people.”

“Are you going to be someone like that for me?” you asked and found yourself mesmerized by his blue eyes.

“I will try my very best,” his smile and words made you feel comforted.

It was weird to you how much you trusted this stranger whom you had just met. For all you knew, he could have been a serial killer who was plotting your murder at the very second. Still, the feeling of happiness you felt on the inside when you could talk to him was enough to keep you from leaving.

I want to believe that he’s a good person… I’m sure he is.

He reached out his hand and gently grabbed yours. “Let’s go, I’ll check your injury.”

You followed him to what seemed like the kitchen and sat you down on one of the chairs. When he started to undo the bandage around your head, you became aware of your injury for the first time.

Seems like my headache wasn’t for nothing.

Your body stiffened as he laid down the dirty bandage on the table and went to get something. A blue substance was smeared on the white cloth and for some reason, it made your stomach twist in disgust. You didn’t know what it was or where it had come from but it caused your whole body to malfunction briefly.

“I’ll just clean up the wound…” the man returned, holding something in his hands.

You felt a sense of relief upon the seeing him, quickly forgetting the bandage even existed.

“It seems like your injury is healing fast. There’s only a small scratch left,” he stated with a wide smile after observing the side of your head for a bit. “I’m proud of you,” he patted your shoulder.

You couldn’t help but smile, feeling somewhat flattered.

“I still have to sanitize it, though. This might hurt a little,” he said right before you could feel stinging pain on your scalp. “Sorry, sorry,” he apologized hurriedly as you winced.

He quickly finished cleaning up the wound and you looked at him from the corner of your eye the whole time. Though you couldn’t see it very well, his focused expression made you smile slightly.

“Did you start to like the pain?” he asked in confusion after he had finished and saw the foolish smile on your lips.

“Ah… No,” you stuttered and felt your cheeks heat up.

“Anyway, I won’t wrap your head with a new bandage as the wound will probably close today,” he explained while disposing of the dirty tools and the old bandage.

“Why are you taking care of me?” you asked as the question popped up in your head.

“Hmm…” he stood in front of you and thought. “I think, first and foremost, it’s because I feel a sense of responsibility towards you.”

“Why?”

He chuckled. “Don’t take your curiosity too far, ______,” he brushed a strand of hair away from your face. “Asking about me is a little dangerous.”

You were about to open your mouth when he placed his finger on your lips, silencing you.

“Don’t ask why,” he grinned. “Right now, everything you need to know about me is that I’m here for you and that I genuinely want to help you. The rest will come with time.”

As he looked in to your eyes, you could sense sincerity in them. It created a strong feeling of trust and peacefulness, which made you even more curious about his identity.

Who is this person to make me feel like this?

***

You watched as the daylight slowly faded and was eventually replaced by starts on the night sky. You thought that it felt nice to just sit in front of the window without doing anything. The man sat on the couch with you, not doing any more than you.

“You’re oddly calm,” he stated when the first stars lit up on the sky above the tall trees.

I think it’s because of you, you thought as you turned around to look at him.

“Not that I mind, it’s just that I thought…” he paused and looked away. “Never mind.”

The look in his eyes confused you as he suddenly seemed sad. Before you could ask, though, the sound of a door being opened caught your attention. He looked towards the direction the sound came from and soon a woman walked in. She came to a halt when her gaze landed on you.

“Oh,” her surprised expression soon changed into one of relief. “You’re awake,” she smiled.

“She’s someone I know,” the man explained when you looked at him in confusion.

“Wow, not even an acquaintance?” she snorted and the man grinned. “Has he been treating you well?”

You nodded.

“Of course I have, what did you expect?” he sounded somewhat offended. “I don’t think there’s anyone out there who would treat her better than me.”

The woman rolled her eyes and walked over, stopping in front of you. “How are you feeling?”

“Weird,” you said while staring into her blue eyes that somehow seemed much less fascinating that the man’s.

“That’s to be expected, so I guess everything is okay,” she stated. “Your wound seems to have healed up, too.”

As you turned to look at the man beside you, another person walked in to the room. He walked over to the couch and looked at you with a smile that was rather obviously fake. “Fancy seeing you again.”

The woman immediately nudged him and gave him a glare. You looked to your side to discover that the man beside you was grinning in amusement. Seeing his smile, you relaxed a little.

“I think you two could chat for a while,” the woman stated while looking at you and motioned at the guy beside her. “Meanwhile, I think we should have a small chat of our own,” she looked at the man sitting next to you.

You watched in confusion when he stood up and exited the room with the woman. When the new guy sat down next to you, you flinched a little.

“So, how are you?” he asked with the same smile from before.

“Why does everyone keep asking me that?” you frowned.

“Wow, no need to get feisty. I was just asking out of concern,” he raised his hands. “Believe me, those words I just said weirded me out just as much as they weirded you out.”

The longer you looked at him, the less you liked him. “Who are you?”

“Your worst enemy,” he said dramatically. “Or just a friend. You can decide, I’m fine with either.”

I’m leaning towards worst enemy…

“Anyway, I’m sure we’ll get along much better now that you’ve changed,” he smiled, this time with more sincerity. “Let’s be friends?”

Hesitating, you only looked at the hand he had reached out for a handshake. The silence between you two enabled you to hear the discussion coming from the kitchen.

“So, you’ve been elected as the leader?” you could hear the man’s voice ask quietly. “How the heck did that happen?”

“That’s not important right now,” the woman’s voice said. “What are you going to do about ______?”

Your ears twitched slightly at the mention of your name and you turned your gaze towards the kitchen’s direction.

“______?” the guy next to you spoke over the man in the kitchen but you ignored him.

What about me?

“You do understand how risky this is, don’t you?” the woman spoke and you frowned.

“You think I don’t?” the man’s voice sounded angry. “I feel guilty every single day.”

Your heart ached at the pain in his voice.

“Hey,” the guy next to you grabbed your wrist as you stood up from the couch.

You ignored him and walked towards the kitchen while listening to the discussion.

“I know that this isn’t safe,” the man spoke. “But when I saw her that night, I just couldn’t help myself. She looked so…” he paused and you could feel the pain in his voice. “I… I’m sorry…”

“Wait, Minhyuk…” the woman’s voice said right before you ran into the man.

You both came to a sudden halt at the sight of each other. The name the woman had said echoed inside your ears while his eyes widened as he looked back at the woman and then you in shock.

Images started popping up inside your head and though you initially didn’t understand them, you quickly realized that they were your memories of the man right in front of you.

“Minhyuk…” you spoke subconsciously and his eyes began to glisten. “It’s you…”

You now knew why looking at him made you so happy.

“No…” his pained expression and broken voice made your heart ache. “Please… No…”

“Why are you sad?” you asked, tearing up at the sight of his suffering. “What’s wrong?”

He pulled you in for a tight hug and you could feel him tremble as he cried. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… This… This wasn’t supposed to happen… I should have known better…”

As you looked at Yuna and Kihyun – who you now recognized – the looks on their faces worried you. It seemed like something was wrong.

“I’m so sorry, ______,” Minhyuk cried in agony and you saw tears in Yuna’s eyes.

“Why?” you asked with concern, trying to comfort him by stroking his back gently. “Is something wrong?”

***

Minhyuk’s POV

No matter how long I stared into ______’s eyes, I could not get used to their unfamiliar color. The stars that reflected in them reminded me of the last time we lay on the grass side-by-side. Back then, her gaze was filled with worry and anxiety.

“Are you sure you don’t remember the bad things?” I asked, unable to get rid of the worry that was eating me up on the inside.

Everything had happened so fast that I felt like it was all just a dream. ______ had told us everything she remembered and her lack of memories of all the bad things that had happened – and eventually changed her – confused all of us. We had assumed that the memory of me should have brought all her memories back as I had been the reason she faced most of those struggles.

Yuna had speculated that her lack of bad memories related to me could have had something to do with our relationship and her feelings towards me. Since she wasn’t sure, though, she had decided to leave and ask a few people she knew to see if anyone knew more about it than her. Kihyun had offered to go with her, exclaiming that he didn’t “want to be left alone with two lovebirds”.

And that was how we had ended up coming outside to look at the stars while in awe at the fact that we had reunited happily – something neither of us ever believed would happen.

“Only the times when I could feel how much you love me,” _______ answered with a reassuring smile.

I didn’t trust her completely and kept observing her expression as she looked up at the night sky. Different from the last time we had been lying there, she now looked peaceful and happy. Both the small smile on her lips and her warm hand that was holding onto mine brought me comfort and reassurance that maybe everything was alright, after all.

“Did you really miss me that much?” she turned her head to look at me with a teasing grin after a while. “Enough to not be able to look away now that I’m here.”

Despite the unfamiliar color of her eyes, I still felt the same feeling of happiness inside my heart when I looked at her. “No, I’m just weirded out by your eyes,” I teased back with a hint of truth.

She snorted and gave me a nudge, which only made me laugh.

“Well, if you didn’t miss me, I’m sure you won’t mind me leaving,” she sat up but before she could stand, I pulled her back down.

“I’m sorry,” I apologized with a smile, still amused by her reaction. “Stay.” After a moment of looking straight into my eyes, she turned her head away and looked at the stars again. I was sure that if I had touched her cheek then, it would have felt quite warm. Subconsciously, a smile appeared on my lips at the thought. And, feeling mischievous, I leaned towards her and gave that warm cheek a peck. It was pretty clear that I had caught her off-guard as she avoided my gaze and seemed shy. Finding her cute, I laughed.

As a silence fell, I looked up at the stars. It didn’t take long for my gaze to wander back to ______.

“To be honest,” she broke the silence. “I’m kind of afraid.” I frowned in worry. “About what?”

She turned her head to look at me. “What if I wake up tomorrow to find that this was all just a dream?”

I felt a sting in my heart as I shared her fear. I didn’t know what to say to comfort her and as I was trying to come up with something, she suddenly straddled me and leaned down to kiss my lips. Surprised, I wasn’t sure how to react.

“You know, it’s weird if you don’t kiss me back,” she said with a pout and sat down on the ground next to me.

I sat up. “Sorry, I just didn’t expect that,” I told her apologetically. “You caught me off-guard.”

She avoided my gaze and focused on playing with the sleeve of her shirt. “I just thought that if this is a dream, might as well just enjoy it to the max…”

I couldn’t help but snicker at her embarrassment, which she gave me a glare for.

“Don’t laugh, I’m going to feel even worse,” she whined.

“I’m sorry, I won’t” I felt bad for her for being amused. “It’s just that I find you so endearing that I can’t help.”

She seemed a little upset and we remained silent for a while. I just observed her as she played with the sleeves of her shirt, then looked up at the stars and resumed playing with the sleeves.

If this is a dream…

I reached my hand out, gently placed it on her shoulder, and waited for her to turn around. Then, I got closer to her to kiss her lips. She eventually responded, causing my heart to flutter.

“So, about enjoying this could-be-a-dream ‘to the max’… Do you want to?” I asked after pulling away from the kiss and gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face.

Though seemingly somewhat surprised, she nodded. We smiled at each other and I straddled her, slowly pushing her to lie down.

“Shall we, then?” I smiled.

As she nodded with a wide smile, the blue eyes that stared back at me were filled with something I never would have guessed to be at the receiving end of. I felt like I was looking at a reflection of myself; I believed she was looking at me with the same love that I looked at her with.

Whether it was a dream or not, we had each other. And that was all that mattered.

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brycerz · 6 years ago

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My Bear

“A broken and lost man walks into a studio to meet a girl, who would forever change him.”

I had an idea of love once. It was really pretty outstanding. I would be totally fulfilled because the girl I would meet would be perfect. She would make me happy. She would fulfill what I always longed for in a relationship. I had an idea of love one. But, it was just an idea.

On November 5th, 2015 I walked into the detached garage at my house in Nashville, which had been turned into a studio by one of my roommates. I had been out leading worship at youth group about an hour away, and I was tired from the drive home. But I saw the light on in the studio, and some voices. I didn’t know my roommate all that well at the time, but I thought I knew him just enough to be able to walk in and see what was going on. He had been kind enough in the past to let me in on some of these things, and he knew that I had moved to Tennessee to pursue my dream of music, so I had just the right amount of confidence that I could be a part of the fun that I heard was going on.

I had no idea, just how walking through that door would change my life, forever.

As I stepped into the dimly lit studio, I immediately saw a girl in a black and green jacket, with a red and black plaid shirt, and black jeans, brown shoes laughing at a joke towards the direction of my roommate… I was stunned. She was so beautiful, I immediately didn’t know how to act… so I went into joke mode. I always turned to that when I felt awkward or unconfident. Jokes were my armor against my insecurities.

I sat down in an old, green chair that had been beat up over many years of neglect, now to be found in this studio… when she and I finally made eye contact. She looked right through me. I had never been caught in a gaze that just paralyzed me like hers. She was beautiful, but more than that, she was stunning. Everything about her face was perfection to me. A thought that seemed to come from someone else crept into my consciousness and hit me like a wave… “You’re gonna marry this girl.”

We laughed and joked and she drank wine and made me laugh like very few girls ever had. As the night went on, it was pretty clear that although she was perfect, she didn’t seem to be paying attention to me the way I had envisioned. We had our moments, but she was somewhere distant, a place I was desperately trying to get to but somehow couldn’t find the map. We left that night as mere friends, maybe never to see each other again. My only hope was that my roommate would have her back at the studio again to finish the project they were working on. We talked about her quite a bit that night, and it was clear that we were both in awe of her. She truly was captivating to everyone.

As we talked, he told me about her past and what she was going through at the moment. Her husband had cheated on her and left her with a broken heart and an unclear future. She was hurting, and trying to figure out her next phase in life.

Turns out, she was broken like me. Perfect.

What I came to find out is that my roommate and her had been engaging a bit more than I had realized, and were on the edges of a relationship that was threatening to end any hope of me being with her. But alas, like the men that had come before in her life, he didn’t really see the edges as beautiful like I did… he wanted them to be curved and perfect, so he didn’t have to work at love.. that it would fulfill him and his ideals… a broken boy… trying to find a girl to fix him. Like she was a piece of art to be critiqued, rather than to be glorified… every imperfection was her own problem… something she needed to work out before he would have her on his wall…

But she was a piece of art. Like the Sistine Chapel or the statue of David, finely crafted and delicate… something to be valued and honored, and to be held in a fragile embrace to be assured of her care.

I went to have coffee at my favorite coffee place, Crema, near downtown Nashville. I was packing my things up to leave, when she walked in the door. My god… what a feeling that was. She was wearing a white sweater… hair pulled back in a pony tail, with the rest of it draped like a curtain underneath… beautiful.

She saw me and came and sat down. It was that conversation that changed everything. It was that day where we talked about what love looked like, and if she was ever going to find it again. I assured her that the right man would come along… secretly hoping she would realize I was talking about myself! It was that day that we exchanged numbers for the first time. One week later, my roommate and her called things off. She called me later that night. I comforted her over the phone as she wept. Sometimes we were just silent, sometimes we were laughing, other times we were talking about the future… but it was her and I. Just how it was meant to be.

She took a job at a restaurant downtown called The Southern Stake and Oyster. She was a hostess. To get there, you had to park across the Cumberland River and trek across a walking bridge, which would lead you to the restaurant. She would get off late at night and call me so she had someone to talk to as she walked across the dark bridge. It was her comfort, so she wouldn’t feel alone. I was honored it was me. And I answered every time I could. If there ever was a time I didn’t answer, I would call her right back, hoping to hear her voice. There were times that she would answer right away, and there were times where she would text back and say “found someone else, thanks!” And that was always depressing! I didn’t want her to have someone else. I wanted it to be me.

A few months later, I needed extra money, so she helped me get a job with her, doing the same thing. I thought it was perfect because I would see her more, but in 9 months working there with her, we only ever had three shifts together! It was ok though. We were growing closer. Every night she got off work, I would pick her up, take her to her car, and wish her a goodnight as she went to be with her boys.

We grew closer and closer, texting all the time… she was my favorite name to see on my phone. My heart jumped every time. 'Sarah Elizabeth’s name on my screen. It was everything.

We were becoming close, but there was a distance I couldn’t close. She was running a race and keeping far ahead of me, picking up her pace every time I would get closer. I didn’t realize it at the time, but she was just protecting her heart. No boy had ever kept her heart safe. It was always left worse than before… so she would run. To stay safe.

So I dated other girls. And I would even talk to her about them. We had become close enough to talk about everything. It seemed like we would never be together, but at least I would have her in my life.

We hung out as often as we could. Making plans and having coffee together. Every time speaking in code as we would talk about love, as if what we really wanted was to be talking about each other.

Months of this went by, and I thought I could handle it. But on the weekend of July 4th, 2016, I had had about enough. I tried to start separating myself from her. Answered her texts a little slower… started growing a little more distant. I had tasted the smallest morsel of who she was, and she had ruined me for anything else. I couldn’t be just her friend. That’s not what I wanted. So I set myself on pulling away.

But I couldn’t do that to her… we had grown too close. She called me her best friend. It ripped me apart. I didn’t want to be her best friend. I wanted her heart.

Everything changed on July 10th. She invited me to hang out with a few of her friends at a restaurant called Rosepepper. I showed up a little late with my good friend Connor. When we walked in, we were both pretty shocked… I had come under the presumption that she was inviting me to sit by me… something had been shifting in the way that we were talking to each other, and the frequency of texts had jumped up considerably. So I was excited to see her… but she was sitting next to another guy, and closely. They were obviously flirting. It hurt badly. After a few minutes sitting there and not getting any of her attention, I looked at Connor and said, “Forget her. Let’s go.” She called me immediately. And, of course, I answered… I was such a sucker for her. She told me they were leaving and she only wanted to see me. Heart flutters. Ok, I’m in. Where are we going? We went to a place called Dino’s of Justin Bieber fame… she stood by me the whole time. Everything had shifted. I now was the one who was getting the attention. I sat down. She saw my open leg and decided to sit down, on my right thigh. I rubbed her back, and she looked at me and said, “You can’t do this… you’re messing with my emotions.” I looked at her and said, “You’re messing with my emotions?? Sarah… you’re the only one that I want. The only one.”

She sat back… looked at me in the eyes, leaned back in and said, “you’re full of s***.”

!!!!

I was THROWN. OFF.

I thought that was the moment! I thought we finally got there! Then the next thing I know she’s running off with her friend to the bathroom, and I didn’t see her again. I sat there, stunned. “What just happened?” I thought… I’ve lost her. I’ve lost her forever. That night I didn’t sleep. The next day her best friend texted me from Thailand��”Bryce… what did you do??” It kept getting worse. I couldn’t take it anymore.

I texted her and said we need to talk. No response. I texted her again a day later. No response. Finally, after a couple days, she responded like nothing had ever happened… I said we needed to talk, and she said that was fine. We planned on meeting up that Saturday night.

I remember how nervous I was as I drove to meet her and her friend Christyn, at a random place in North Nashville. I don’t even remember the name… some crazy weird band was playing, and she was sitting on a car seat turned sofa. Black pants. Black and green jacket. Plaid shirt. Brown shoes. My god. She’s everything.

After a little while, I invited her to my car and we drove back to where she had parked hers to meet up with Christyn. On the drive, I began to tell her that I couldn’t be friends with her anymore, because I had feelings for her. I had tried to fight them, but I just couldn’t any longer. So, since I knew in my heart that she didn’t want to be with me (which I dropped that line HEAVILY hoping she would refute that claim - she didn’t) I needed to leave her life and move on. We left it at that. I walked away with a lead heart, weighing me down so heavily I could hardly walk up to my second story room.

I didn’t sleep that night.

The next day, I get a text in the afternoon from her saying she wanted to talk again, and that she thinks we could stay friends… WHY?? THAT’S NOT WHAT I WANT, YA CRAZY!! That’s what I wanted to text back to her, but as we have established here in this space already, I was a sucker for her. So I accepted her offer to work it out, but I had to go out of town on a coaching trip. Then, I get another text the next morning, “have a great trip! See you when you get back!”…

???

I was thoroughly confused, but I quickly responded. Which started up a new chain of texts. More jokes, laughing, what we had always done… but this time, it was different. There was a sense in these texts that she was longing for me. That she wanted me back home. She texted me every day. Every few hours. It never stopped.

When I didn’t have anyone to pick me up from the airport in Nashville, she was the first to volunteer. She came and got me, and we drove back to my house. She stayed for a little bit, then had to go. Something was different. It went on like this for a few weeks. Constant texting… hanging out like old times. Asking what I was doing at all times… sending me pictures of her and the boys… getting more coffees together… moving her into her new apartment… spending time there just the two of us… more hanging out. I was, to put it mildly, confused… but I didn’t wanna screw it up again, so I kept my mouth shut. Until one night, I couldn’t do it anymore.

Around August 16th, we were at her apartment. All she had was a futon and a chair. We were both in the futon. I was laying down with my legs underneath hers as she sat upright against the back of the sofa. I said, “Sarah, what are we doing here? Either you just don’t want to be alone, or you’re just really comfortable with me, or you want more and just haven’t told me yet, in which case, I want to pursue that and be with you…”

She looked at me… took a second… gathered her breath and then said, “Well, OBVIOUSLY I want more with you!”

Haha… I love that girl. Of course she said it like that.

What I didn’t know was that she had been texting a few of her friends, and her mom, about me. She was telling them that she was falling for me, and they were telling her to go for it. She got a text from her friend Joy one day - just a few days before we had that conversation - that said, “have you told him yet?”. I only saw the text because I was picking up her phone to hand it to her, and she got the text at that exact second I picked up her phone! It freaked me out! WHAT DID SHE NEED TO TELL ME?? WHAT?? IS SHE NIXING THIS? IS SHE DONE?? I HAVE TO KNOW!! But I kept my cool. And three days later she told me what it was. She wanted to be with me.

A few days after that, we were watching Stranger Things on Netflix at her apartment, on my iPad. She was laying in my arms. It was the first time she had initiated any contact. We were cuddling. My heart was jumping. And 4 kids in the 80’s were getting chased by aliens. It was perfect.

I lay there next to her, and she fell asleep… she would often do that, it’s a gift… and I just started praying over her and us. I really started praying that this would be it. That I would not screw this up, and that this would be real. That God would allow us to fall in love. I had been so alone for so long, I just couldn’t handle losing her. She had to be it. I prayed hard. Then, she woke up… and looked at me. I leaned over, and kissed her for the first time. She pushed me away after a few seconds, and just looked at me. I thought she didn’t want to kiss me anymore, but what I found out later was that it was making her heart jump so hard, she got scared. This was real. And she couldn’t handle heartbreak again. She didn’t tell me that. But I just looked at her and said, “it’s ok. I’m safe. You’re safe with me. And I kissed her again.”

I think I flew home that night because I don’t remember driving. The earth was beneath me. She had lifted me off the ground. And the air was so good up there.

Things moved fast. Pretty quickly, it was clear that this was no ordinary relationship. She was immediately falling in love, and so was i. We had our first official date on September 17, 2016 at Arrington Vineyards. I still have the bottle we bought. We started off eating at a picnic chair on the lawn, before we moved over to another picnic table by the main restaurant. I’ll never forget that night. It was all coming together. We talked about the future, and we were both scared, but we had each other. So it was ok.

Our first date with the boys was me coming over and making chicken pasta. It was good. I’m proud of that. The kids ate it up super quick, then we all sat down and watched a movie together. We told them that night that I was mommy’s boyfriend, and I’ll never forget William started jumping up and down and said, “I’m getting a stepdad!”

We told him to calm down, not quite yet, but damn was it cute…

Those were such great times. Neither of us had very much money, so we scrounged up date ideas. Went to a few nice restaurants and only ordered appetizers. I set up a candle light dinner on my front porch one night complete with meats and cheeses and her favorite wine. We went on a day trip to Knoxville with the boys.

I remember one day went on the natchez-trace drive and talked about life, and each other, having no money and not caring. We talked about music and making it together.

We would go up to Pinewood Social every Sunday night and sit on the couches and just hang out. We love being there. We would put the boys to bed together, and I fell in love with her even more when I saw how she loved her boys. It was an amazing thing to see. I had no idea how that would affect me. She was better than I had imagined.

Still, there were demons of both our pasts creeping in, threatening to destroy our trust. Her heart was so hurt from the other idiots, that she had trouble trusting me. I had thought I knew everything she needed, and was shocked that she didn’t receive love the way I thought she needed it. We were learning each other. We were learning how to love and to trust. It was love, for sure, but we were working out how to do it so that we could make it forever.

Earlier, in August, she had started to have this pain in her chest, which cause her so much distress she had to stop at a hospital in Indiana with all three boys. They took some scans and told her she has costocondritis, a condition which separates your sternum from your muscle and cause a lot of pain. Oh, how I wish that had been all it was… they mentioned another spot, but said it was nothing to worry about. Just follow up in a few months.

In November, we went to a wedding of one of her childhood friends, and while dancing, she picked up one of the boys to swing him around. I think it was Jude or Eliot. Afterward, she complained more about the pain. Then, about a week or two later, she was working, and the pain in her chest was so bad she couldn’t carry the menus anymore. She texted me and told me she needed help getting the boys because they were sleeping and she couldn’t pick up Eliot anymore. I went over to help and I laid down in her bed with her and told her how I think she needs to go back to the hospital again, see what’s going on. She hated that idea, but she agreed, because she just couldn’t take it anymore. Neither of us thought it was going to be scary. We were more or less just worried about the hassle of having to be at the doctor’s.

So she went on December 1st, and our worlds were changed forever.

She was admitted that night, and for the next 10 days, they examined her, probed her, and found out just what she was dealing with. Stage 4 renal cell carcinoma. I had never heard of it before that day. But now, I more acquainted with it than I had ever hoped to be.

I never left her side. The hospital gave me a cot, and I slept in that for 16 days. We went home on December 16th, and the world seemed different. Because it was. No longer were we a young couple falling in love… we were a couple in love, trying to survive.

Every bit of the journey grew harder. As our days of adventuring were now replaced with hospital visits, IV’s, chemo medicines and nights in the bathroom as the pills that were meant to save her life were also ravaging her body. It was painful. It was debilitating. And yet, through it all… there was love. It was different. But it was love.

We fought for each other when we didn’t want to. We desperately tried to make it seem like nothing was wrong, even when the pain was so high she could hardly move or speak. We entered this realm of normalizing our lives at each stage of the journey, trying ever so hard to fight for our happiness. And we had happy days. The summer of 2017 was great. We got a lot of ice cream and popsicles for the boys. We went and saw movies, and went to the park, watched a bunch of Netflix together and cuddled like crazy.

That was always her favorite. She would cuddle her ice cold feet underneath my legs and pull me closer to her so I could keep her warm, where she would immediately fall asleep. That was her favorite position, unfortunately, as I could only fall asleep in one position. I would lay there with her until my arm couldn’t take it anymore, and I would quietly and slowly move away. Oh, how I wish I would have laid with her just a few more times… to make her feel safe.

We eventually moved her to a house in East Nashville, where the adventure continued. More movie and dance nights, halloween and Christmas… and nights together. We were always together. She had so many funny things that drove me crazy, and kept me on my toes… like her insistence on getting Starbucks green teas or pumpkin spice lattes, taking two drinks, and then leaving an almost completely full cup in our fridge, never to be touched again! Over and over… or her consistent approach to waiting until I had completely gotten in bed and under the covers before telling me she was hungry and wanted some soup! Oh man…

But she was her. And I loved it. So much adventure.

I would kiss her neck every night and, really, every chance I got… she would always lean into it. It was her favorite, and I knew it. I would pull away to look at her face and she would just be smiling, just the tiniest curl at the edge of her lips. I was in heaven, and so was she.

Cancer was hard. Eventually, it took everything, but it could never take her beauty. Until her very last breath, she was so beautiful to me. I remember there were nights where I would just go through her Instagram, and some of our pictures together, and I would still be shocked that this girl was with me.

There was a night where she cuddled with me and I told her as much… I told her of how it is still so amazing, that even though this has been the hardest season of either of our lives, that I had the girl I always wanted. That she was with me. She started to cry and went to her side of the bed and just covered her face… it wasn’t a sad cry. It was a cry of love. We were so in love. This was real. I started making plans to buy the ring. I had lost my job at the church I was working at - which was ok - but I didn’t have much money. And we had started making plans to make the album, so I decided to spend the money I had on making the EP, so we could get our music out there and hopefully start building our dream together.

But, her health was in obvious decline… I kept my hope alive until the very end that she would turn a corner she never did. So, we recorded the album quickly. We had two wonderful friends, John and Michelle Thompson, and Stephen Leiweke, who made the dream a reality. Having her voice on that forever means the world.

During the recording process, however, for some reason it became harder for her to walk, and she was breathing a little heavier after walking. When we finished the album, we took a trip up to Aurora to see her family. She was dealing with a lot of anxiety at that point, so we would go on walks together and try to take our minds off things and talk about all the things we loved. I really loved those walks. It started to just become a staple of our relationship. I always had my shoes ready just in case.

We walked around the block of her parents’ neighborhood one day and both started talking about how the idea of moving here was growing on us, and it may be a really good place to have some support while she battles this crap, and maybe hopefully, by having a better support system, she would have the strength to get better.

We made the decision to move. We were both very confident in it. And we would have each other. So, we would be ok.

We had one more set of scans we had to be back in Nashville for, so we went home to prepare for those. That morning was hard. We had both prayed fervently for healing, but there was air about that day that just felt different. For the first time, I was very unconfident in the result. And true to our fears, we got the worst news.

Months.

All of the sudden, everything was down to months. From the first time I looked into her eyes to now, just months were left.

She made it 2 and a half months exactly.

In that time, we moved back to Aurora, and her mother and father courageously brought us in and carried with us a heavy burden, that only love could truly lift. And lift, they did.

Many days felt hopeless. There were tears upon tears. And yet, in the middle of it all, she kept us laughing… she would always ask me to sit by her and keep her company. We didn’t have to say anything. There was no need. We had each other.

The last days with someone you love are strange. There is a feeling in the air that is indescribably painful, and yet, she’s still here. I still could hold her hand and run my fingers through her hair. Every moment felt eternal. Like there was significance in every touch. Every smile. They all had meaning.

And then, like a wind that passes around you, or a fire that burns on it’s embers, she was gone.

The smile, the laughter, the big, blue-green eyes. They were just… gone. No more walks. No more movie nights. No more dancing with the boys. No more medicine. No more pain.

Over the past days I have been through hell. I couldn’t have imagined a pain so deep. There is an eternal knot in my stomach that almost feels like it’s her reminding me that she’s still attached to my heart. It was an amputation of sorts. She was a part of me.

But I have realized that this broken boy - ashamed of my past and feeling like no one one would value me - was chosen by God to walk with her through these days. He chose me. He knew she would need me, sure… but he trusted me with her heart. He trusted me to love her. And I keep thinking, how?? How could you have trusted me, God? I was so broken. I was no better than anyone. And he told me, because you needed her. You needed her to show you what love was.

And that, she did. She changed everything about me. She made me better in every way. She saved me. People tell me I was her hero… but really, truly, I can tell you with all my heart, that she was mine.

She battled through every pit you could possibly fall into, and kept smiling. She loved fiercely. And she loved me. And for that, I will always be thankful.

Some doors you walk through in life will change you forever.

And on November 5th, 2015, in that dimly lit studio, I walked through mine.

I would do it again 1,000 times.

Thank you, Bear, for loving me. It was my greatest gift. You were my greatest discovery. My treasure forever. There will be none like you, and I’m ok with that. You were better than I could have ever imagined.

And, I will keep a half-empty pumpkin spice latte in the fridge for you forever, just in case… even though I know you won’t drink it.

I love you still.

Forever.

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