#metanoia chapter three

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Metanoia ;

Aemond Targaryen x Transmigrated!Strong!Reader

>> Chapter I : The Beginning.

Summary: "Be careful what you wish for" is what everyone says, you realise that you should've taken them seriously when you find yourself reincarnated as a character in the show who never existed.

WARNINGS: CANON TYPICAL INCEST, CONTAINS SPOILERS OF F&B, S1 AND S2, reader's appearance isn't described, only the fact that she is a strong, you can imagine her however you like, the picture used in the header is only to capture the feel of the story. A/N: divider credits to @cafekitsune

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“Jesus Christ, fuck this show, fuck everything, what the fuck is wrong with the writing?” You exclaim in annoyance after witnessing the scene that was supposed to be heavily impactful be butchered.

“That is the most anticlimactic death scene I've ever witnessed, this has to be a joke.” You furiously ramble. You decided to give House of The Dragon a try after your friend had recommended it, the show currently has released three seasons, with the fourth season in production, you thoroughly enjoyed season one and decided to binge all the seasons.

However, everything started to go downhill from season two, yet you still decided to watch for the sake of your favourite characters, daemon and aemond, only to witness the battle that was supposed to be intense and stressful get finished in the span of two minutes.

You stared at the screen, rolling your eyes in annoyance as you witnessed Aemond falling into the lake along with Vhagar, Daemon was knocked off Caraxes too and fell to his death.

They wrapped up the battle in mere moments, which made you angry as you were so hyped up to see them fight.

“Ugh, I never hated a show more than this, waste of my time, they did season one so well, what happened to rest? I did not expect this.” You sigh in frustration, feeling like you just wasted your time.

“If only… If only I ever get a chance, I'd change entire plot and script because fuck this.” You lay down on your sofa, staring at the ceiling, the show still playing in the background. You recollected the entire plot in your head, thinking of every moment in the show, trying to come up with an easy solution.

“If only they had married Jace to Helaena, it would have been peaceful.. Or at least if they had an older daughter married to Aegon or Aemond.” You mumble, but then shake your head, “What am I saying? Things still would've been complicated anyway.” You wonder in disbelief at your own words.

You yawned loudly, stretching out your limbs and blinking your eyes rapidly, your vision began to get blurry and you sighed in content, finally willingly wanting to sleep after you forced yourself to stay up all night to binge the series.

Your vision darkened slowly as you closed your eyelids, head spinning as you took slow breaths of air, cool breeze brushes past your cheeks and before you know it, you're slowly succumbing into slumber.

You blink your eyes open, realising you fell asleep, you sigh stirring on the soft sheets, entangling them between your legs.

Soft sheets?

Your sofa doesn't have any sheets.

You quickly blink again, taking the note of a translucent veil hanging from above, surrounding the bed you're in, creating a curtain around your bed.

Why were you in bed?

You sit up looking around, taking in your surroundings, your eyes widening in fear as you don't recognize this room at all, ancient tapestries, brown wooden furniture, and the source of light being only from the candle.

Have you been kidnapped?

You look down at your body, noticing you are in a white nightgown instead of the shorts you fell asleep in. Your heart begins to race and you panic, unable to understand where you are or how you got there. You steady your breathing, wondering if someone kidnapped you to play a role in a mediaeval film of theirs? But why would anyone do that?

The sound of metal clanking harshly against the floor and a small scream made your head turn the direction it came from, the liquid in the decanter spilling out rapidly as the person behind the fallen cutlery stood in shock.

“The princess is conscious!” She yells loudly before turning around and running out of the room in a hurry.

Princess?

Is this a prank?

You barely have any moment to think when you hear the sound of multiple footsteps coming from outside to your direction, you could almost feel the ground rumbling, noting that everyone was rushing to this room.

You push the veil to the side and stand up, getting out the bed and examining your surroundings, looking at the sigils and the paintings. All of this looked familiar somehow.

A small gasp echoed through the room, coming from the entrance, which made you turn around to take a look at who was in the room once again. Your eyes widened at the sight.

A lady with platinum blonde hair, blue eyes stood in front of you, someone who resembled Rhaenyra and next to her stood Jace and Luke breathing heavily, looking at you in shock.

Did the house of the dragon cast kidnap you to play a prank on you?

That sounds too unreasonable.

“Oh my sweet daughter!” Rhaenyra rushes over to you, embracing you tightly, tears flow down her cheeks as she peppers you with kisses “I-i i cannot believe this, you finally woke up after many years.” She sobs, you look at her questioningly. “Sister.” Jacaerys speaks up, coming to you and joining the embrace of you and Rhaenyra, Luke joins in as well.

“We missed you.” Jace says and you stare at all of them confused.

This has to be a joke.

They notice the expression on your face and their faces immediately drop, “Your grace, the princess woke up after many years, she might not be able to recognise you.” The maester chimes in, Rhaenyra nods, sniffling yet understanding your condition.

“Emma? Is this a joke?” You question, referring to the actor of Rhaenyra, “I’m not Aemma darling, she is your grandmother.” Rhaenyra corrects you. “I think she must be confusing the names of everyone due to her hazy memory.” The maester tries explaining, you sigh.

Yeah this must be a dream.

You shake your head gently and immediately slap yourself to wake yourself up.

“Ouch!” You yell in pain, cupping the cheek you slapped yourself on, Rhaenyra is mortified and the guards rush in and hold your arms back so you don't further hurt yourself.

This is not a dream.

You can’t feel pain in your dreams and you will wake up right before impact.

You look at Rhaenyra’s face, she is as real as a living person, standing right in front of you.

She looks just like Emma. of course, after all Rhaenyra is indeed played by them.

But this is not them.

She is not Emma

You can feel the vibe, it's very different.

You’ve met Emma before in costume, yet they did not give off the vibes as what Rhaenyra is giving off right now, after all, when you met them; it was just a show, but now it's your reality.

Did you die in your world?

You’ve definitely transmigrated into this show, but as who?

Did Rhaenyra ever have a daughter? You knew she didn't.

“Mirror, get me a mirror.” You ask and they look at you questioningly, your form begins to shake as the realisation is too overwhelming, there are many questions in your mind, “Please!” You cry, and immediately a servant moves and rushes over with a mirror.

Your eyes widen.

It's you.

You had not become someone else, but you remained as yourself. “What is my name?” You ask, “Y/N.” Rhaenyra replies. Your mind begins to spin, you are in another world as yourself, you have not possessed anyone else, which means your body must’ve disappeared from your world.

You try to stay calm in this situation, breathing heavily, “You are?” You ask, wanting to reconfirm, you watch as Rhaenyra's face crumples into that of a sad face, probably feeling hurt that her own daughter doesn't recognise her.

“I'm your mother, you are my eldest daughter, they—” She points at Jace, Luke and Joffrey, “—are your younger siblings.” You turn towards them.

You nod, pretending to play the part while you figure out everything. “I'm sorry, I do not remember.” You apologise and Rhaenyra shakes her head, “It is alright, you have been unconscious since the past six years, this is better than losing my daughter.” She replies.

“Six years… Did I fall unconscious after Aemond lost his eye?” You think out loud and Rhaenyra looks at you in shock, “You remember him?” She asks and you clear your throat, “It's hazy, my memory.” You answer back.

“Your grace, the event was probably traumatic for her, hence why she can remember it in parts.” The maester explains it to Rhaenyra, you mentally thank the maester for covering up for you always.

You noticed how they were all dressed up, looked as if they were about to leave but their plans were cut short, and you recognize this gown of Rhaenyra.

It was the gown she wore when she left for King's Landing, in order to settle the matter of Luke's right to driftmark. “You guys were departing somewhere?” You ask, wanting to really confirm it, “Hm? Huh, Yes, We were about to leave for King's Landing.” Jacaerys answers your question.

“Can I tag along?” You blurt the question.

“.. Tag along?” Lucerys repeats your words in confusion, your language confusing him.

“I mean to say, can I come along?” You ask the question in a proper manner, Rhaenyra shakes her head, “No- you've just woken up, you might still be weak- I cannot risk-”

“Mother! I am perfectly fine!” You cut her off, breaking free from the guards hands and running around the room, doing jumping jacks, showing her that you aren't weak and are perfectly capable of physical activity.

Rhaenyra watches in shock, seeing you move like this but she chuckles, shaking her head in comic disbelief, “I guess she has not changed after all.” The maester comments which makes Jace and Luke smile.

“Very well, Pack the princess’ belongings, and get her ready for departure, we will depart two days later.” Rhaenyra orders the maids and you smile at her.

“But mother, I do not have many dresses—”

“You do, I had them tailored every year, whenever you grew, hoping that you would wake up.” She replies softly and you just then realise how Rhaenyra loves her children.

“The maesters said that you might not ever wake up, and that your body will be stunted from growth, yet… I'm glad their predictions never came true.” She smiles gently at you, you smile back.

The maids come in with a bath as everyone leaves, some of them begin packing your belongings. You notice how your body doesn't look how a person in a coma state should be looking especially in the mediaeval times, but instead you seem to be well taken care of, treated as if you were alive.

The maids quickly finish your bath and dress you up, you have to pretend to get used to this atmosphere and era even though you're highly uncomfortable, the mere thought of having servants made you feel bad.

And with that, the night fell, you couldn't sleep thinking about how you're going to deal with everything, could you really prevent war from happening? It happens due to a misunderstanding in the show right? What if the misunderstanding doesn't occur? Your mind was filled with such thoughts through the whole night.

In King's Landing.

“My queen, Rhaenyra, has sent a letter saying that their arrival will be delayed further.” The master sums up the contents of the letter in the council room, in front of Aemond who had been called by Alicent for an urgent matter.

“Why so?” Alicent asks, furrowing her brows.

“Princess Y/N had woken up from her unconscious state.”

An ear piercing shattering sound of glass is heard through the entire room, when turned to look at the origin, It is known that Aemond had dropped the wine glass he was drinking from.

“Y/N is awake?” Aemond asks the maester.

“Yes my prince.” The maester replies.

Aemond's heart begins to pound in his chest loudly, his mind spiralling at the thought of you finally waking up all these years later.

“Please excuse me.” Aemond gets up from the chair, excusing himself from the council and leaving the room, his brain occupied with the thoughts of you.

There wasn't a day where Aemond hadn't thought of you, he would at least think about you once a day- the news of you waking up from unconsciousness made the adrenaline in his body rush.

He felt like a hungry snake that had been starved for many years who at last found a prey to feast on, he felt like a drought-stricken land finally receiving rainfall, he felt like a garden void of any flowers which started to bloom once again.

He was thrilled.

He reminisces of the fond memories you both shared, he could never ever forget them, smiling at the thought of you.

He wondered if you had changed or remained the same.

Whatever it was, he couldn't wait.

He couldn't wait to receive you.

[sancta-seraphina]

[ANGELTOBER 2023] Day 22 - Theophany

Well with this prompt, I give you the entirety of chapter 1 of the Sepher Metatron. No, it's not long. Because this is supposed to be for an illustrated book, and the background is actually from the artworks for the first pages, representing each of the Heavenly Spheres...

The Sepher Metatron (Book of Metatron the Blessed) is a part of [The Divine Tragedy universe] and is written as if Metatron is speaking directly to the readers, taking them on a tour of the Spheres of Heaven. It is inspired by 3 Enoch, and it is in three parts:

The first part is the fully illustrated story, where the reader is shown all of the Spheres of Heaven and taught about the Hierarchy of the Angels.

The second part is additional worldbuilding information. It features a question & answer section with Metatron, tables of information about the worldbuilding, multiple maps, simpler explanations of the choirs & the names of their jobs, and a list of all of the names of the angels, both fallen and unfallen, in The Divine Tragedy series.

The third and final part is Metatron telling the readers the story of his metanoia—his transformation from a regular angel into the Angelic Mediary we know him as in Holiest and The Harrowing, since this transformation is only alluded to in Heresiarch (when it takes place).

I personally adore this project, although I've not been able to work on the illustrations recently. If you would like to follow its updates and see some of the illustrations, they are available on my patreon.

And enjoy this fun bonus featuring Metatron:

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Metanoia (or not?...)

Metanoia:(n) meta·​noia - a transformative change of heart...especially : a spiritual conversion

Part 1. - Part 2. - Part 3. - Part 4. - Part 5.

Parings: Wednesday x Dracula!Reader (GN)

(Im doing the gif based on what the chapter reflects bare with me)

Warnings: they are a little older(19, lets say nevermore is a college), Blood, swearing, fighting, near death experience, light mention of death, and a tiny (maybe lot) angst.

WordCount: 5.5k

this is literally Soft Wednesday for sure. (Reader is Masc)

Bold italics are flashbacks.

A/n: Yes, I am almost to the crazy part of this book lol. You all will get the juicy parts in the upcoming chapter...maybe lol depends on how i feel. There is some Serbian in here but i done forgot what it meant oops- but use ya context clues cause i know google translate works one way and one way only lol Enjoy :) (how do you make these words small.. i wanna be experienced with this app too)

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Blurring to the house you felt the hairs on your arms raise when a hand wrapped around your arm sending you into the ground. The wind was knocked out of you, coughing loudly looking around to find Alek hovering over you, 

“Okay, before we go in there I need you to try and gather yourself now. We have two huge problems on our hands.” He started, 

“Huge? What could be more bigger than the Council-” A body collided with yours sending you deeper into the ground. D hopped off your body dusting off the dirt on her shirt. 

“Hey newbie, glad you can join us. Would you be so kind in helping us calm this woman down?” D sarcastically sang out when another body slid next to the three of you. Sofi hopped up growling loudly smacking the decomposed hand that attempted to clean the dirt from her jeans. Catching your eyes, she sent you a bright smile blurring back into the house. 

“The hell is going on?” You yelled out when the sound of thunder drummed around you. Cupping your hands onto your ears the sound became louder as you squeezed your eyes shut. 

“It’s…Marija! Only you can stop her!” D yelled out mirroring your actions but you being an Ascendent the sound was nothing compared to what they felt. Wobbling onto your feet, you made way into the house. You planted your feet when a gust of wind smacked you in the face. Squinting your eyes, Bora's figure was seen being thrown from up stairs to your feet. You were quick to help her up. 

“The fuck is going on?” You asked Bora as she wiped the blood that dripped from her forehead.(You have yet to ask them why they bleed.) 

“Marjia is going through a painful time accepting the damn truth.” She growled out, blurring back upstairs. You followed behind her when you heard Raina yelling at Marija. 

“You need to calm down before you draw attention to us and the damn Council finds the Ascendent and kills them!” After those words flew out her mouth a loud thud was heard in the room. You bursted through the door to find Raina on the floor unconscious and Bora running to her side checking for any signs of life(?) The loud ringing in your ears went silent and the wind came to a halt when her eyes locked with yours. 

“Hey, I’m going to need you to calm down.” You ordered, the girl in front of you could only shake her head as tears brimmed her eyes. Confusion swarmed around you when Marija ran out the balcony window, you turned to face Bora helping up a very weak Raina. “Go.” she shooed you off, you nodded blurring out the window vaulting over the balcony rails landing behind the girl looking up at the sky. 

“You don’t understand what I feel right now so I need you to stand back before I kill you.” She whispered, her chest falling and rising faster by the second. If the sky wasn’t dark before it sure was now, you inched forward reaching your arm to grab her shoulder when a lightning bolt struck you both. Feeling the shock run through your body as you fall to your knees you groan at the overwhelming feeling bubbling in your chest. Bora and Raina blurred with the rest of the OB watching the scene in front of them off in the field. 

“She’s going to kill them!” Raina yelled out, taking a step forward when Bora held her back. “No.” Bora shook her head, turning Raina to face her. “You are not like them. You’ll be burned to a crisp if you take a few more steps. OB or not.” She warned the girl who could only huff a breath turning back to the two of you in the open. Rein appeared next to the crew fixing his tie. 

“What a lovely light show you got going on for the Ascendent!” He cheered out when D patted his back shaking her head. “More like the Newbie is basically a spitting image of Marija’s deceased mate.” Reins eyes widened snapping his head to the OB. 

“Oh. I thought I mentioned that.” Rein thought out loud when multiple groans were heard around him. Bora sighed, watching for an opening to stop her. A cry strangled out your mouth when heat started to plant against your skin. 

“Marija…I need you to come back to me please. It hurts.” You mumbled out as your head hung. The girl glanced back, noticing your grip loosening from her arm but the shocks kept coming in. 

“D, show them.” Bora whispered. Raina sighed, placing a small peck on her lover's shoulder, stepping back. D nodded, locking her eyes on the two of you. Once her eyes turned white so did yours and once Marija’s eyes turned the shocks stopped. Rein took a step forward but Raina and Bora were quick to stop him. 

“Let them see.”

“Moja ljubav, did you move my tool box?” your voice rang through the spacious house. Walking down the hallway into the kitchen a small tune was heard. Peeking your head from the corner, your eyes caught the woman humming as she washed the dishes. Your heart skipped a beat when you noticed the smile you fell for centuries ago. Tip-toeing behind the woman, you snaked your arms around her waist placing your chin down on her shoulder. 

“You finally came back in, how is the project coming along?” she whispered as you planted a kiss on her neck. Her smile was contagious when all you could do is hum and lean more into her. 

“It's coming. I think someone moved my tools so it seems like I can’t work today.” you sang out, rocking you both back and forth. She let out a small scoff, shrugging her shoulders, turning off the faucet, facing you. 

“I wonder where those tools went.” you sent her a look catching on to her little game, sighing loudly you placed your forehead against hers smiling softly. 

“I think my wife would know ... .hmm” You squint your eyes digging your fingers into her sides pulling a laugh from her as she moved away. You scooped her into your arms carrying her to the couch as you dived into the huge cushion. Giggling was heard around the house when all you could do was smile. 

“I love you.” You whispered after a beat of silence. Locking her eyes onto yours she leaned in kissing you softly. “And I love you.” wrapping your arm around her waist you brought her closer deepening the kiss. You pulled away looking at the clock displayed on the wall. 

“I need to go meet Alek when the sun sets.” you spoke moving away from her grabbing your shades from the island. She sat up on her elbows, sending you a look. You waved your hand placing on your ring then glancing at the huge window that displayed the ocean. 

“Stop overthinking, I thought once we die the anxiety goes away.” She scoffed at your gift, chunking a pillow your way which you swiftly caught. Reading her mind a bit more, a goofy smile smacked across your face. 

“I’ll buy the wine if you make- oh now that's what i'm talking about!” You laughed out grabbing your keys. She blurred into your arms pressing her lips into yours. 

“Hurry back, Bora needs us at the OBH in the morning.” She whispered against your lips unlocking the door with her free hand as you were too busy trying to sneak in one more kiss. When the door opened you pulled away, placing a kiss onto her forehead. 

“I love you Y/n” smiling you walked out but before you closed the door you looked back sending her a smile. 

“And I love you Marija. Za Veconst.” 

A scream rang through your ears when the horrid images flashed in your mind as the white still clouded your vision. Marija still stood in front of you now with her hand clutched in yours as her eyes glowed. 

Your eyes fluttered open, noticing your parents sitting in front of you. The slight shaking around you indicated that you were in your family's limo. Your parents whispered amongst themselves but you could clearly hear what they were talking about. 

“It’s a shame that killing me off would save your ass from the council.” You whispered as the veins darkened under your eyes and your fangs poked out your lip. Your mother glanced your way, fear seeping from her pores. You could smell the fear and you couldn't lie…you loved the way they were terrified of you. 

“We are not going to kill you.” Your father spoke out closing the privacy screen behind him but the slight turn the car made caused the hairs on your skin to rise. Glancing at the opening in the window a light caught your attention. You blurred out of your seat dashing out the back window tumbling into the woods. A force caused your back to hit the ground when a pair of dark eyes locked with yours. 

“The Council would be glad that we saved them a fight.” he spoke, weaving his fingers through your hair dragging you to the road. You struggled against his hold trying to free yourself but with the strength he held it was easy for you just to give in. Tossing you onto the wet road your eyes caught your family talking to a man in a large trench coat. 

“I can give you two days to get out of here before I contact the Council on our location.” Your father nodded, sparing you one last glance then walking back to the limo. You called out for them but not one of them stopped. A pair of strong arms wrapped around your torso lifting you onto the back of the truck. Rain began to fall clinging the mud onto your clothes, your tears began to fall along with the droplets that settled onto your varsity jacket. Laughter was heard around when a man leaned forward sending you a sinister smile. 

“So much for a dangerous being, she’s crying!” You could hear your brother's cries from when he was dragged out of your home when you were younger. You locked your eyes with the man growling, 

“Get me out of these chains and I can show you dangerous.” 

His laughter locked in his throat when his hands went to break the chains around your hands and feet. The dark eyes he displayed now seemed hollow when you stood to your feet ignoring the protest from the other two behind you. Glancing back, you caught eyes with the taller man. 

“Kill them.” 

Hopping off the back of the truck, the cries from the men were heard. Ripping of flesh and breaking of bones echoed around the forest when you walked to the limo but stopped at the man in the trench coat. He stood almost eight feet tall but the look in his eyes made him seem small when you whispered, 

“You were the one who took my brother from me. I remember you.” You started sending him a smile that made the man whimper once he saw the pool of blood that dripped from the tailgate behind you. Stopping in front of the man, you locked eyes and sent him a look causing him to wail out a bunch of pleas. 

“You are going to go back to the Council and tell them I will kill each and every one of them for the death of my brother. Send them a visual reminder as well.” You stopped grabbing a fistful of his shirt bringing his ear to your lips. 

“I want you to rip out everything that gives you life.” 

Letting go of the man, his eyes were empty. Making his way into the truck, he drove off as you opened the door to the limo taking a seat facing your petrified parents. 

“This is what’s going to happen. You are going to take me somewhere safe and you can continue your life. We can forget this ever happened. Okay?” Your parents nod eyes now draining the gold that you once loved into a dark gray of emptiness. Your father whispered to the driver the destination and once the limo started its way, you leaned your head against the window. The gold in your parents eyes were now back and your father handed you a water bottle. 

“This will be a good school for you to study more about your ascension. Your mother and I will be on a business trip in Amsterdam but we will come down during your graduation!” He beamed wrapped his arm around your mother. She could only nod, sending you a tight lipped smile. 

“You might even find a husband for a mate down here.” She mumbled out, causing your father to nod his head. 

“Do not disappoint us Y/n.” Your father spoke when you leaned back looking out the window once again. Your golden eyes flashed the hollow color your parents once had as you closed your eyes letting the gut feeling send you into a deep slumber. 

Your hand fell limp when your body collided into the ground. You groaned at the pain now subsiding, Marija dropped to her feet pulling you into her arms. 

“Hey, I need you to look at me.” She pleaded, grabbing your jaw to face her, your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your body went numb. Marjias head lifted to lock eyes with Bora, tears beginning to swarm. Raina was the first to blur to your side holding your head in her lap. “Hey Newbie, I need you to wake up.” She spoke tapping your pale cheeks that seemed to hue a darker color by the second. Bora made way next to Marija placing a hand on her shoulder, 

“Now you can see they are not your past lover.” Bora whispered in her ear but what shocked the two OB’s was the words Marija whispered, 

“No, but they are the answer to ending the Council.” Bora nodded but Marija shook her head, grabbing Bora's wrist. “No Bora you don’t understand…They used the power of a deceased Ascendant.” Raina gasped, snapping her head to you pressing her hand against your chest, waking you instantly. You jumped up, blurring to the house, Alek ran after you as fear filled all over your body. Tripping over the last step you fell on your back sliding into the living room ramming into the back of the couch. Alek stopped holding his hands up slowly inching his way towards you. 

“I need you to relax, why don’t we grab you a bag and we get you out those clothes.” you looked down to see most of your shirt was burnt and blood coated your arms. The rest of the OB and Rein appeared in the house when tears began to brim your eyes. 

“Why can’t I remember the ride to Nevermore?”  You croaked out standing onto your feet but moving away from everyone. Rein took a step forward clearing his throat, 

“You used your brother's gift to forget.” You shook your head running a hand through your hair. 

“No. He’s dead. That is not possible.” You protested looking around to find some sort of answer but the look on everyone's face around you showed that they were as shocked as you were. Bora sighed nodding her way to the Med bay which answered your questions. Slouching over you dragged your feet to the room sitting on the chair with your eyes glued to the ceiling. Bora walked in and your eyes widened at the state Marija left her in. Hopping off the chair, you sat her down grabbing a washcloth and the bowl of warm water that sat on the counter. 

“I’ll heal, don’t worry about it.” You shook your head, dabbing the damp cloth on the open wound on her shoulder. You both sat in silence as you tended to her injuries while the rain picked up again. 

“Must be Marija.” You whispered as your chest tightened when a clash of soft thunder bounced through the house. Bora hummed looking down at her wounds, now healing a lot faster than she thought. 

“You’re healing me. Sofis gift.” Bora spoke, running her fingers over the scar that was fading away. You hummed back, shrugging your shoulders, 

“I just thought of the stories my parents told my brother and I about the Death Summoner. Not only can she summon the dead but heal the wounded.” Bora scoffed softly looking at the door seeing Raina pass by with D following behind giggling. 

“Even though you are not Marija’s mate…you will still feel as if you both are connected in some way.” Bora started catching the slight huff you released dropping the cloth in the bowl. 

“I feel…upset that I can’t help her, the pain she feels having to be in the same room is a spitting image of someone she loved for centuries.” You started standing from your seat grabbing the stack of clothes Bora placed on the end of the chair when she walked in, removing your ripped shirt and changing into the new one. 

“I saw the last memories of her mate. I could feel the Council ripping their head from their body. The teeth sinking into their neck- Bora I could feel it all.” Bora huffed sending you a sympathetic look as you shook your head hearing the muffled sobs with your enhanced hearing. 

You walked to the door, sending Bora one last look then made your way to your room. You hopped on your bed with your eyes trained on the pig tailed girl's balcony with a million thoughts running through your head. 

The night covered the small village just a few hundreds miles away from Nevermore as horrid screams were heard around. The tall man sat in a tent keeping his eyes trained on the entrance with a sinister smile on his face. 

“Bring him in.” He boomed. A boy was tossed into the tent with blood running from his nose. The man tilted his head examining the frightened child in front of him, almost like a predator inspecting his meal before feasting. 

“Child, what info do you have on the ascendent?” He asked, the boy whimpered looking at the man through his lashes. 

“They are no longer staying on Campus. They are staying with a group of people and I think their chosen one is Wednesday.” He whimpered out when snarling was heard from outside. Alucard hummed, taking in the boy's posture. 

“So the Ascendant has already found their mate…hmmm very well. I will have my right hand have you back before breakfast.” he spoke, waving his hand as a very slender man walked into the tent grabbing a fist full of the boy's jacket dragging him out the tent. “Thank you Rowan. Your honesty and loyalty will be paid soon. Till we meet in Jericho.” And with that the boy was no longer seen. Alucard growled softly when a man walked into the tent. 

“How far are they?” The man in front of him kneeled to his feet extending his hand letting Alucard grasp letting the vision play in his mind. He hummed letting go grabbing his ax that sat next to his seat walking out the tent. Blood was painted everywhere as a fanged smile plastered his face. 

“My children!” He roared as all heads turned to the man, “Drink what you can, the Council will be arriving tomorrow night. Please leave a message and let them know…THE Alucard is alive and well..killing.” He spoke nodding his way to the man next to him who lifted his staff that sent the rest of the ferals wild. Alucard started his walk down the village with the man by his side. 

“Grim ... .would you please remind my children that when we arrive to remain casual; in the dark. We are not a threat to the Ascendant. We will monitor the Ascendent for a day till we make ourselves visible. No one harms their mate, understand?” Grim nodded at his request. Alucard nodded, making his way down the village with a bloodied smile. 

“Matter of fact, get ready…we will go tonight.” 

Ever since you ascended, sleep was not your best friend anymore. Screams and cries drummed in your ears when you closed your eyes. Once you ascend, sleep is not a priority but to fight the strongest beings in the world? You need all the sleep you can get. You hummed at the silence when you kept your eyes shut but the front door opening and a whiff of Vanilla scent sent you blurring to the top of the stairs, 

“Thank you Principal Weems for accepting our terms, I will be sure that Wednesday gets her classes completed and will be under our supervision.” Bora spoke, sending Weems a small smile. You kept your eyes glued to the girl standing next to the tall woman. You knew that she knew you were watching when her head looked up to meet your eyes. 

“You’re gonna burn a hole through the ground if you don’t control your venom.” A voice spoke next to you as you shut your mouth looking over. Raina sent you a teasing smile, you rolled your eyes mirroring her actions. 

“How come when I am near her it's like it doesn't happen, but when i feel…” you paused trying to find the right word- 

“Excited? Protective? Horn-” 

“Alerted.” You cut off Raina’s amusement by sending her a look then looking back down at the girl. “What will happen if I turn her before the Council arrives? I remember my mother telling me stories about needing a certain ceremony to turn your mate.” You mindlessly spoke keeping your eyes on Wednesday when Raina snickered. 

“You were young Y/n. I think your mother meant something else other than a ‘ceremony’.” Raina added. Your neutral expression now displaced grimace when you now knew what she meant. “No, I- no.” Raina snickered softly patting your back walking back into her room. Bora pointed at you when both pairs of eyes caught yours, you sent them a small smile blurring next to Bora. 

“Thank you Principal Weems.” The lady in front of you nodded, handing the rest of Wednesday's luggage to Alek who appeared out of nowhere. The boy blurred to your room then in a matter of seconds blurred past you all into the living room. “Well, I will make my way back to campus to arrange the lockdown for when the Council arrives.” She spoke looking between you and Wednesday. “If you’ll excuse me.” You send her a nod as Bora walks her out. 

“I can not lie, the house is alot bigger than I imagined.” Wednesday started. You chuckled, grabbing her hand guiding her up the stairs to your room. Once you both were settled you sat on the window seal with your eyes glued to Wednesday typing on her laptop. 

“If you stare a little harder, you might be able to read my thoughts.” Wednesday mumbled with her eyes still glued to her screen. Your eyes widen, “Was that a joke Wednesday?” You teased and laughed when you caught a small smile on her lips. You stood up casually strolling to the other side of the bed. 

“Don’t tempt me, I might.” You spoke that sent a scoff out her mouth sparing you a small glance. For some odd reason the voice in your head wanted to hold her close. The thought of pressing your lips against her neck sent your knees buckling before you. You gripped the shelf but the strength you held knocked the books on top of you. Wednesday rushed to your side placing a hand on the back of your neck that sent your vision spirling. Bad idea. The urge to pin her against the way and sink your teeth into her skin…but not in a blood draining way-

“I uh- I need some fresh air.” You spoke back pedaling away from her. Once you made contact with the door you blurred downstairs and out into the kitchen grabbing a bag of blood from the fridge, you almost slurped the bag with how fast you drank. Letting out a loud sigh ringing throughout the kitchen, you leaned your head against the fridge door clamping your eyes shut. After a few moments of attempting to rid the visions/thoughts in your head, you walked out the back door onto the patio that displayed your view from your room of Nevermore. 

“Don’t tell me you already have trouble in Paradise?” You looked over your shoulder to see Alek walking your way and mirroring your actions, leaning against the balcony rail. You scoffed shaking your head, 

“More like the opposite.” You sighed running your fingers through your hair. Aleks eyes widened and stifled a laugh. “I guess we are a pack now.” You narrowed your eyes at his response but rolled them when realization dawned on you. 

“Don’t worry, it was a direct thought so I heard it.” Blowing out a breath, you hung your head low. “I don’t know why I feel like this all of a sudden, it's only been a few weeks of knowing her.” 

“But it feels like years huh,” Alek sighed out taking a seat on the patio chair keeping his eyes on the clear skies. “It will get better, Newbie, don’t worry.” You turned his way leaning your back against the patio rail eyeing him. 

“How come you know a lot of this?” You mentioned, motioning your hand to your balcony. He smiled shaking his head, “I had a mate too y’know” 

You nodded looking back at the campus, sighing softly. Alek came a bit closer placing a hand on your shoulder, 

“I lost her during the Civil War. We came to an agreement that she will stay human. A stray bullet struck her as she was coming in from the bath into our room. Ever since then, I could not bring myself to move on. Same with Bora.” Alek spoke but hearing that Bora lost her mate too was something that turned your insides. 

“Bora was the first Original right?” Alek shook his head leaning more onto the rail as you both heard laughter coming from the living room. 

“Bora was the mate of the first Original. She was actually the first from the native tribe to turn. Her blood was from the ‘Supernatural Chief’ so when she became one of us she developed a gift and from there I guess the stories on the first OB spree is how it all developed to be OB’s too. Dude it's really complicated to explain but Rein was there.” You nodded looking back once more to see Bora walking to the kitchen. She caught your eyes, sending you a warm smile. Alek patted your back taking a seat onto the lawn chair chuckling, 

“Come sit, you look so tense. Plus, the girls got Wednesday. You might not want to go in there right now.” You chuckled at his response, taking a seat next to him as he handed you a blood bag. “Definitely not going in right now.” 

Bora came from around the corner of the kitchen handing everyone a blood bag and Wednesday a water bottle. She took a seat onto the couch near Sofi who was playing chess with D who was indeed throwing a whole tantrum. 

“This is so not fair Soph. You know I suck at this game.” D muttered out moving her pawn as Sophie giggled, moving her knight knocking off D’s piece from the board. D looked up sending her a glare when a hand was placed on her head patting lightly, 

“My love, be a wonderful girlfriend and keep Alek and the Ascendant some company.” Raina whispered. D grumbled hopping onto her feet heading out the back door. Raina sighed, taking a seat next to Wednesday. 

“So how are things going with your mate?” Raina asked the girl who only shrugged her shoulders, “I do not know, one minute we are in each other's arms and it feels like home then the next, they’re standing almost a hundred feet away and ignoring me like a plague.” Wednesday explained what caused Bora and Raina to giggle. 

“Oh Wednesday,” Bora sighed out, “They are fighting the urge to not turn you.” Raina finished Bora's sentence as they both turned to Sophie who caught their gaze grabbing her headphones walking upstairs.

“When it comes to a Mate who is not one of us comes with a ceremony that we use to change them and have them bonded to us for eternity.” Bora spoke out. 

“Ceremony?” Wednesday quivered her eyebrow as Raina giggled once more, shaking her head. Bora sent a small smile towards the girl, “Don’t worry, it is not what you think but it is what you will not expect-” 

D slid the door open throwing herself onto the free lawn chair tossing the whiskey bottle towards you which you quickly caught. Alek turned to face D and the look she gave the both of you sent Alek howling in laughter. You looked between them till D’s voice was heard in your head. 

“They’re giving Newbies mate here ‘the talk’.” 

“The talk?” You spoke aloud, confusion swarming in your iris. D opened her mouth to speak when Wednesday's voice boomed through the house. Your eyes widened when the door swiped open and her face came into view. Her hand wrapped around your wrist dragging you inside. A yelp slipped out your mouth when Alek sent you a small telepathic message. 

“Good luck, let's hope your fangs don’t fall off” 

You sent the girls a look once you passed them when all they could do is giggle and wave your way. A whimper was heard from you when the girl literally dragged you up the stairs and sat you onto the bed as she towered over you. 

“Why did you not mention that if you do not turn me, Marija could end up being your mate?” Your eyes widen at this new information. Shaking your head, you stood up to protest but her hand rammed against your chest sitting you back down. 

“No. Sit down.” 

You stood quiet with your head hung low, waiting for what she had to say but once her hand gripped your jaw, you could have sworn you lost function in your body. 

“For being the most dangerously powerful being on the planet, you seem so weak as of right now.” You looked up to defend yourself but the look in her eyes seemed to answer your question to why she is acting this way. You stood up wrapping your arms around her waist, blurring her to the wall. 

“I could be your worst nightmare Wednesday, do not tempt me.” You whispered, your fangs peeked out your lips as your breath mixed with the girl trapped in front of you. 

“Nightmares are my favorite part of sleeping.” She whispered back leaning up causing her lip to brush against yours. 

“If you are a nightmare…” 

Your body buzzed with a new found feeling that made you feel as if you could destroy anything in your way. Rip apart the council to feel what you feel. Break through into the center of the earth to feel the heat you were feeling at the moment throughout your body. You’d steal all the burning gasses in the dark sky but for what cause…the light that could guide you to where you belong is in the eyes staring back into your soul. 

“...then make me sleep for eternity.” 

You smashed your lips into hers as her hand gripped your jaw bringing you in, deepening the kiss. You were stupid for not kissing her sooner, the energy that coursed through your body caused you to blur the both of you onto the dresser that shattered the mirror behind Wednesday. A small moan slipped the girls mouth that sent you onto cloud 9. Hands were felt underneath your shirt that was discarded in a matter of milliseconds. Another blur and you had her against the door quickly locking the door but your lips never left hers. Her kiss is something you could feel for as long as you roam this earth. Her heartbeat was drumming in your ears that caused your head to turn but with the speed, you ended up on the other side of the room with her on top of you. 

“How did you control my speed?” You whispered, attempting to speak with her lips still glued onto yours. She only shook her head leaning back removing her top, 

“Shut up and kiss me.” 

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A/n: Yes, I left yall hanging like that. I, myself am not ready to write that JUST yet but be ready for the next chap dropping maybe this weekend or next week! (this for that one person lol) but i am thinking of making a 2-3 story series....maybe. (this is actually a book i am looking to get published...my music manager wants me to start publishing my books)

But i hope you all like it and stick around for more on Jenna! <3

[mykelneedssleep]

Customary new chapter post, I can't really think of anything witty or interesting to say so we're just going to leave it at that

Metanoia Summary: Three years ago something happened between Soap and Ghost, a week later Ghost disappeared but now he's back at Price's request to join their newly expanded team on a big mission. Soap has to learn to work with a version of Ghost that he doesn't understand, a feeling he's never felt before. Ghost has to navigate his conflicting feelings for the man he ran away from while Soap begs for his forgiveness and argues with him in the same day all while focusing on the missions they're given. Chapter 1 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/53278909/chapters/134831704

[somberjoon]

METANOIA [3]

✩ pairing: hybrid nj x hybrid reader (f) - eventual ot7 x reader

✩ genre: soul-searching , romance🔞 , found-family , healing , angst , happy ending

✩ word count: 3.7k

✩ chapter warnings: uncertainty in behavior and emotions , 'pups' and 'cubs' used as an overall label - children and breeds will be specified when important. (none of the mcs are parents) ,

✩ summary: She doesn't know. There is so much about her and her cheetah that she hasn't had the privilege to understand. Unknown backgrounds and unknown emotions clash with feelings of want- hopes of being herself unapologetically. Namjoon seems to be someone that can help her- but can the rest of his pack truly be what she has wanted and needed?

✩ cover: me

ch.1 , ch.2 , ch.3 , ch.4 , ...

✩ disclaimer: this is the last slow chapter and probably the shortest. I apologize if these first three were slow / short but I really wanted to give myself a feel for the characters before going into the "main" story conflicts and happenings.

Namjoon

His nerves fizzle under his skin again as he makes his way to the pack’s sunroom. He’s looking for a specific cat that he knows enjoys his leisure time alone in the evening sun. 

The cheetah lies near the large window that takes up just about one whole wall of the room. His animal form is elegant- reserved- much like his human form. His ears twitch as Namjoon makes his way towards him, squatting just over him to rub into the back of his neck just how he likes it the most. Familiar, deep purrs rumble up and greet Namjoon. He’ll never get tired of hearing them, feeling them under his hands and lips. 

When Taehyung first found Namjoon they both knew there was something there. But, as humans pass strangers on the street, hybrids find themselves in inhumane shelters and never risk attaching themselves to each other. It took them a few hopeless months before Taehyung finally slunk up to Namjoon in his cheetah form to sniff and rub into his leg. The strange boy never said anything to him, but made sure to find Namjoon in times of stress. The comfort was immediate between them- even when they didn’t want to admit it to themselves. Besides Yoongi- the third member of their pack- the rest of the pack was surprised to find Taehyung was the first Namjoon bonded with. 

In vague terms, Taehyung is mysterious in a way that the guys could only chalk up to ‘a cheetah thing’. They aren’t a common animal in hybrid terms- in fact, Taehyung and now Y/N are the only ones he’s met his whole life. Even volunteering, pups are rarely big cats- though others are more common that cheetahs. 

This is an opportunity for Taehyung, now that he’s thought about it his whole weekend off. He can’t say for sure, but he can guess that Y/N has never met another cheetah- he knows Taehyung hasn’t. So, after lots of contemplation and thinking of ways to get Taehyung to meet someone new willingly, he decided it was just best to ask each cheetah. 

“I’m so lucky to have found a pretty cub.” Namjoon coos at the cheetah who’s tail swishes with leisurely grace. Taehyung gives him a deep chirp that shows his dislike for the ‘baby-term’ he calls it. 

“I know, I know. I wanted to talk to you about something important if you’re up for it.” The cheetah eyes him, not wanting to shift but definitely interested. “I would prefer you to be able to tell me exactly how you feel but, maybe it’s best this way.” Namjoon’s hand leaves his thick fur. “I can’t say too, too much unless you’re a volunteer but, one of my cases involves an adult cheetah-” Taehyung’s elegant head turns quickly to eye the man above him more directly. “They aren’t familiar with their cheetah at all, I don’t even think they’ve shifted for a long, long time, but- I wanted you to know you had this opportunity. You’d have to become an official volunteer under the organization and have a background check but, because you’re pack they should prioritize your paperwork. I just- I want you to know I can make it work, and you can think about it for as long as you need.”

Namjoon can see the way he thinks after knowing him for so long. His tail always moves a certain way, his eyes roam around like the thoughts are playing out in front of him. The older stands as Taehyung doesn’t seem to show any response at the moment, and he was being honest when he said he can think about it for as long as he needs. He gives one last pat-pet before heading to his home office for the evening to get ready for the week’s work. 

-

It’s much later than he realizes, he didn’t count when each of his pack mates came in individually to wish him a goodnight. He can’t remember when each of them did come in, but different head and face pecks with tired wishes cross his mind. It’s not until a soft knock that he recognizes sounds at his door. He straightens up a bit upon realizing. 

Now human, Taehyung squeezes into the room without a word, eyeing Namjoon with an unreadable expression. His unsure stance shows his contemplation easily, that much Namjoon knows. 

“Hey.” Namjoon gives him a warm smile, always happy to see his family. 

“Am I the only one that knows?”

“Yeah, I’m not supposed to tell anyone about case information, so no one else knows unless they give consent themselves. But this is- I think this would be really important for both of you.” 

“If- if I said yes, what would it entail?” Namjoon smiles at the small visible pout that Taehyung has when he’s thinking. 

“It’s like any other case I tell you about. It’s adjustment time for them, getting them used to other hybrids and helping them to just have someone to talk to, to open to and create bonds with. We could just grab food or go running- they like running as well in their human form.” 

Taehyung stands there, eyes searching Namjoon’s face for something he doesn’t know of. Taehyung always reads him like a book, nothing gets past him. Namjoon hopes he agrees, even if he’s okay with any answer from either cheetah. The younger isn’t one to go out of his comfort zone socially, and this is a lot to ask. 

“Okay.” Namjoon’s ears perk up at the answer. 

“Okay?”

“Yeah, just let me know if they want to and then we’ll go to the organization when you’d like me to.” 

Namjoon's face lights up whether he’d like to mask his emotions or not. He wants this for Taehyung, he wants this for Y/N. 

“Now come to bed before the bunny has a fit.” Taehyung tries to hide the smile with a turn and exit but Namjoon catches it, quickly putting his PC to sleep and following the cheetah to their shared room. 

Y/N

He hadn't said anything after that. 

Richard didn't even try to check in on her or offer her dinner that next night until Maria got home and gave her the tightest hug. She relished in it, the warmth of someone familiar for once. She held tight until Maria expressed she was famished and tired. 

Waiting for the arrival of Namjoon after a weekend is the worst. Maybe she's being dramatic- but can you blame her? This is the little time she gets to be with someone like her and someone- nice, in more than a parental way. He's something confusing and terrifying but, it's nice having something like that- someone.

The tires pulling into the paved driveway immediately pull her into a standing position. She's at the door before Maria, waiting for him to knock- she has some decorum. Maria gives her a smile after making sure it is Namjoon's car, leaving the two to their own as she spends her time in her craft room. 

The jitters make her realize her outfit is plain and her loose hair is undone and boring. She tugs at her everyday sweats and jolts at the light knocks that sound just next to her face. With a deep breath and a quick pump up, she opens the door to find the tall wolf already looking down at her with a fond smile that melts her completely. 

She forgets everything when he’s here. It should be impossible, especially with how much haunts her but- he’s safe. Everything about him feels safe. Her worries give way to excitement and relief. She’s launching into his chest before she can even think about asking first. 

His scent hits her first. The rich, thick aroma of musky vanilla envelopes her. Her arms are tight around his chest, under his arms to be as close as possible. She thinks it's perfect- until his arm wraps itself around her shoulders, holding her carefully enough to keep from scaring her away. Yeah, this is definitely perfect.

"I caught a cub without even trying." Namjoon says with a smile she can hear. She pulls away at the realization, looking anywhere but his face.

"I'm so sorry, I-I should've asked."

"No, no-" he doesn't hesitate to reply, "I love hugs, don't worry." There's a pause of awkward silence Y/N hopes he doesn't feel like she is. "Do you have anything you'd like to do today?" 

It's the first question he asks at the beginning of each visit, giving her the opportunity to share her thoughts first. 

"No, but uh, I'd like to do something outside…like last time." Namjoon stops to think.

"Hmmm, we can go running again, or maybe we can have a picnic?" 

"A picnic?" Y/N's ears twitch at the prospect.

"Yeah, we can stop by a store and grab some stuff and then we can go to a pretty park to just eat and relax- and you can run after if you'd like." If the idea didn't already sound perfect, his smile would've sold her.

"That sounds fun." She says honestly, giving him a genuine smile back. 

-

She fucking hates grocery stores. 

She's been in one with Maria, but a clothing store is much more calm, especially early in the morning when no one is there. But this- god this is awful.

Everyone stands in the way and nobody has manners. She's always gotten weird looks but she's clean and homed now- she's not 'dirty' like she used to be every day. Namjoon sticks close to her despite the stuffy air creating a humid bubble around them. 

"We just need a few things and then we can pick snacks. Is there anything you prefer?" 

"Watermelon." She says without having to even think. 

"Done, anything else?"

"Lemonade."

Namjoon's airy chuckle seems to be the only thing she can hear in the crowded aisles. 

"Of course, anything else?" 

"Umm, I don't know. I like sandwiches but, maybe that's too much."

"Of course not, I'm a wolf and I definitely eat like one. That would be nothing but a light snack, let's just grab some stuff from the deli to try." 

She can't help but laugh at the confession, relishing in the closeness they've acquired by sticking to the handle of the basket. 

"Okay."

-

Namjoon puts special care into picking the foods for her to try, picking a blanket she likes, and setting everything up with little effort from her. She was shooed away a few times when Namjoon struggled to open one of the plastic containers or when she just felt useless and needed to put her hands on something. 

“Okay! All done.” Namjoon opens his arms to show his work, the food laid out for them to eat while still having space for them to sit comfortably. 

“It’s so pretty, everything looks good.” Y/N can’t help but confess, “Can we eat?” She eyes the watermelon in particular. She isn’t one to eat a lot for breakfast, so it’s definitely time for some food and she’s even more impatient because of the crisp fruit. 

“Of course, sit sit.” Namjoon settles down with enough space for her to sit comfortably as well. She eyes the spot, sitting with her legs crossed to realize just how large Namjoon is and how much space he’s actually taking up. She tries not to pay attention to their knees brushing as he reaches for and sets the watermelon container in front of her. He gives himself one half of a packed sandwich and places the other in front of her as well with the container it came in. He’s taking such special care that she’s not used to being given- a purr dares to bubble up at the smallest gestures, making her struggle to be somewhat normal. Namjoon saves her from embarrassment, luckily. 

“So, how was your weekend?” Namjoon asks with an almost full mouth- she finds it more endearing than anything. 

“Okay- boring.” She replies before biting into a perfect piece of watermelon, juice dribbling down her chin that she wipes away with the sleeve of her long-sleeve shirt. “How ‘bout yours?” 

“Pretty average, but I like it that way.” They both take a few bites, enjoying the warmth and breeze as they sit in the pretty park. “Has there been anything new you've wanted to try, or did you try anything new recently?" He asks to keep from the awkward silence.

"I don't know,” she gives a shrug, pushing away the memories of the weekend, trying to find a saving grace. “I tried a phone game…it was very distracting.” Namjoon gives a laugh at that. 

“Was it fun at least?” 

“Too much fun.” Y/N laughs with him, suddenly missing the game she somehow forgot about after that day of playing. “I looked up hobbies, maybe to have something to do- to get used to being by myself or for when I find a job- but I don’t know how to start anything.” 

Namjoon makes a gesture to himself, trying to say something without words as his mouth is too full this time. A giddy smile from her watches him until he can finally talk. 

“That’s what I’m made for! I’m great at this, okay.” He puts his sandwich down and turns to her fully, shifting so her right knee is resting on his intertwined ankles. “What caught your attention when you were looking?” 

“Mainly the video games, I never had the luxury to play- oh! And the art stuff. I loved seeing the street murals and colorful pieces around the towns I passed through. I think it would be nice to learn something like that.” 

“That’s perfect! Some of the guys at home have some extras they’re always trying to get rid of. A couple older generation systems they never use, or art supplies they didn’t prefer-”

“Namjoon that- that’s too much. You already do so much for me. I couldn’t accept that when I have nothing to offer back.”

“I wouldn’t suggest it if I wanted something in return. I do this because I want to. I want to hang out with you and bring you things. Plus, the guys really won’t miss any of it.”

She’s never been given this much. Though she feels extremely lucky to be found by the right people and was given these opportunities with the nicest hybrid somehow in the organization’s pocket- she’s overwhelmed with everything. Even waking up in a bed after a nightmare freaks her out once in a while. Namjoon is a wonder to buy her these things for their daily hangouts when she’s just a stranger to him. It’s odd, no matter how she thinks about it. 

She could try. Try to give back to him and work harder to get to a spot where her doctor thinks she’s ready to start working and get her own place with things she was able to buy herself. She’d give back to him then. 

“Okay. I’d love them.” Namjoon’s tail immediately picks up to wag and thump against the ground behind him as his smile grows to relief. “But just a couple things, and I’ll repay you eventually.”

“Mmm, deal.” Namjoon holds out his hand in a gesture that Y/N hasn’t experienced with anyone yet. Her questioning look is met with a welcome nod at his hand. She grabs his hand lightly, his fingers grasping with assurance. Their warm, soft encapsulation makes her stomach turn in a way that can only be described as sickness. He shakes their hands for her as her gaze is locked on the obvious size difference of their hands- glancing up to see if he noticed her distraction. His smile isn’t venomous at all, it’s the same warmth she’s used to. She smiles back until his expression suddenly falls. 

“I’m sorry to change the subject but, I wanted to talk about something if you were up to it? It’s nothing bad at all, but- if you’re not interested you can let me know and I’ll drop it immediately.”

She drops his comforting hand to distract herself with more watermelon. 

“Okay.”

 “As you know, I know another cheetah personally. Honestly, he’s part of my pack.” Her eyes lock on his face to follow him more intently now that she knows she’s definitely interested. “Cheetahs aren’t common hybrids- in fact they’re very rare. You’re very rare.”

She thinks back to what that man said about her when she was home alone with Richard. ‘Exotic’, he called her. She didn’t understand it then, but now…

“Exotic?” She asks suddenly. 

“Not exactly,” Namjoon gives her a questioning look. “Rare and exotic aren’t the same, but some full humans don’t care to decipher the difference. They see us as money and property. It’s not as common nowadays, but just- be careful with humans that aren’t respectful to you and your autonomy.”

“Autonomy?”

“Your right to know what you want and to be able to obtain that for yourself. Basically, they should respect that you’re your own person.”

“Oh, right.” She nervously picks at her sweats with the multiple realizations now stewing in her head. 

“With such rare hybrids, there’s bound to be those ones that have never met one like them. The one from my pack, he’s never had the chance to meet another cheetah, despite meeting other hybrids growing up. And I wasn’t sure if you have but- the bond between them and the comfort between two like hybrids is incomparable.” 

Y/N can tell he’s circling around the actual question, so she tries her best to get there before he has to ease her in any longer. 

“Are you asking if I’d like to…meet him?” Namjoon gives a heavy sigh before responding. 

“I don’t want you to feel like you have to meet anyone- especially if you’re uncomfortable but, I also don’t want you to miss opportunities just because I haven’t been thoughtful enough to present them to you.”

God, he’s annoyingly perfect. 

“You’re far more thoughtful than you sound saying that.” He gives her a half chuckle, half hum that she can feel in her gut. 

“I talked to him about it this weekend- I wanted to let you know that this is something I can make happen for you. Meeting another cheetah would allow you a chance at some answers that you can’t get from me.”

“What did he say? Does he want to meet me?”

“I don’t want his answer to feel like you have to decide one way or another. You don’t even have to decide today, or this week-”

“I already decided, I just want to know before I tell you.” 

His smile grows at the realization, she knows she basically already gave an answer but she waits for him to give her the information first. 

“He does want to meet you.”

“Then I think I want to meet him too.” She nonchalantly answers with a shrug that she tries to make as casual as possible. 

Honestly, the excitement and expectation of meeting another cheetah is far too great to even think about saying no. She barely had to contemplate the decision. She’s not scared to meet other hybrids- thanks to Namjoon- but she can’t let the fear of just meeting another person get in the way. He wants to meet her as well- that was the final push to saying yes. 

“Okay, then I’ll make it work.” 

His ‘for sure’, confident attitude is a lot more attractive than she’d like to admit. Her watermelon is running out from the attention she gives to it over having to think about the confusing effects Namjoon has on her. 

“Is that sandwich good?”

Namjoon lifts the sandwich to his mouth that he ended up forgetting about in their conversations. 

“It’s a secret, you’ll have to try it yourself,” is the only answer he gives, turning to look out at the distance with too much confidence. Her eyes roll instinctively despite a smile painting her pace, grabbing the sandwich to try. 

“I don’t even want to tell you how good it is.” She mumbles as she chews the yummy bite.

-

Namjoon

Namjoon isn’t exactly surprised when he steps up to the front door and meets an immediate opening door and Taehyung standing in the frame waiting for him. He takes a few visible sniffs before any greeting comes out. 

“How was it today?”

Taehyung was never one to put himself into discussions of work- his past and the way he prefers to interact in this society just prevents him from caring too much about the details. He’ll listen to you talk about your complaints with no protest and with the best listening skills, but he’s not one to ask outright. 

“Good- they said yes, if you’re wondering.” Namjoon gets straight to the point, not wanting to make him wait any longer for an answer when he knows that’s exactly what he wants. 

Namjoon squeezes in next to Taehyung as he tries to sniff and sniff at his clothes without making it too obvious. He knows that Y/N hugged him- just like last time, he has proof of someone that’s not exactly a cub on his person. 

“That’s good. Can we go to the organization tomorrow?” Namjoon loves how straight to the point Taehyung always is. He’s a big softie- someone that is patient and loving in private times and areas- but he knows what he wants, and he’ll ask for it even if there’s more chances for a negative response than a positive one. 

The urgency of Taehyung’s questions and need for answers makes Namjoon playful. He gives a secret, small smile as he shrugs off his light jacket and kicks his shoes off before turning back to the younger. 

“No ‘happy to see you’ kiss?” Namjoon pouts and slumps his body a little to get a reaction. He forces his tail to stay still so Taehyung can’t immediately tell he’s just messing with him. The cheetah gives him the quickest peck to the lips, not letting the touchy wolf relish in the feeling. 

“No ‘happy to see you’ long kiss?” He keeps his pout on his lips, reaching for Taehyung’s arm to pull him forward. Taehyung leans into Namjoon’s lips without question, needing to please the older just to get an answer. Namjoon smiles into the kiss, tail wagging at the pleasure he got from successfully playing with the younger. He brings his hand up to Taehyung’s chin to keep him close as he speaks. 

“We’ll go tomorrow before work so I can still volunteer after work and let them know what happens. Okay?” 

“Thank you.” Taehyung whispers.

[timbrhead]

metanoia | pt. 05.2 - extra, extra!

𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨:

before continuing with the story, i would like to take the chance to introduce you to interlude chapters, where i will share some snippets i have for metanoia that are not relevant to the current storyline. it could be some short stories, answering some questions, or other ideas i have for the reader and the characters.

previous part <<< >>> next part

i thought that it would be cool if mei lian had a design that i could show to you guys, since the reader is residing in a body that is not their own. i modelled mei lian after the typical xianzhou luofu npc i could find walking around, with minimal differences.

mei lian wasn’t of big significance before the story line of metanoia, but i do plan on giving her a proper ending and backstory. but some general information would be that she was a very bright and caring person, who was bubbly and cheerful most of the time. this was mostly because of her having to entertain three siblings on her own, since her parents are absent.

that was also the main reason why jing yuan saw through the reader, since the character of the reader contrasts that of mei lian rather heavily.

now, without further ado, i introduce you to mei lian, the mysterious half deceased of metanoia!

firstly, i apologise for my lackluster drawing skills… ;_; i picked up drawing just recently again, after a 2 year break

i only designed the face for now, but she is pretty much identical to an npc at the xianzhou luofu in the game, down to the body shape and everything ( even though she is a bit thinner currently, as stated in the last part ).

her eyes were originally just plainly grey, but upon the reader reincarnating in her body, the under side of her iris got a golden accent. this will also play a major role in the later chapters, so please stay tuned!

i will also try to incorporate a few drawing here and there in the chapters if you like, but i don‘t know if my drawings skills are good enough for that yet, so we will see ;3

that was pretty much it! i hope you like it, and we will see eachother in the next part!

- xoxo, laina

[greasergal]

Metanoia

Pairing: Older!Mikey Walsh x OC!FemReader

Warnings: language, angst, slow burn romance, sexual innuendos, drinking, dark past, mentions of depression

Summary: Estella spent a lot of her life not really knowing who she was. So on a journey to figure that out she said good bye to the life she had made in search of one she would enjoy. Which is how she happened to stumble upon the Goondocks and the best group of friends she had ever met.

Chapter List:

Prologue

One coming soon

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight

Nine

Ten

Eleven

Twelve

Thirteen

Fourteen

Fifteen

Sixteen

Seventeen

Eighteen

Nineteen

Twenty

Twenty One?

it is possible you have read a version of this on wattpad, do not worry I am the original writer, and this is my rewrite. hope you enjoy ♡

[metanoia-blues]

01. METANOIA BLUES - The Lonely Lighthouse

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In the sleepy fishing village of Salvage, Luca, a displaced ex-soldier from Karrnath, seeks out the arcane tinkerer Willow Jenkins hoping they can help repair his badly damaged prosthetic arm. In order to earn money for parts, the two accept a lucrative if strange job: investigate an abandoned lighthouse that has suddenly stopped working after a storm.

Arriving at the lighthouse, the two encounter the mysterious warlock, En, who became paralyzed by a magic trap while investigating the lighthouse for their own reasons. Breaking the enhancement on En, our heroes find their exit blocked, forcing them to ascend the lighthouse in hopes of dispelling the strange magics that plagues it. Along the way they face off against magic traps, possessed household items, and a furious, wailing spectre that chases them away. 

As the trio explores, they discover a series of scattered journal entries belonging to the former lighthouse keeper Duncan. These notes reveal him to be the poltergeist haunting the lighthouse. They tell the story of a lonely man, except for his romance with a sea captain named Varis Greenleaf. All is not as it seems, however, as one entry explains that Duncan made a sinister bargain with a hag to win Captain Varis’s heart. After Varis fails to return from sea, Duncan steals a conch shell from the hag in hopes that its magical properties would summon Varis home. This thievery results in a curse that leads the keeper to take his life.

While wandering the caves running under the lighthouse, the trio finds not only a group of skittish seaspawn but also the Captain's Log belonging to the vanished Captain Varis. According to the grim account, when Varis eventually returned to the lighthouse with his crew, he encountered the wailing spectre and became trapped on the island by a strange storm. He saw visions brought about by the magic conch shell, grew sickly, and with no hope for escape, succumbed to a curse that transformed he and his crew into seaspawn. 

In hopes of conversing with the cursed seaspawn, our heroes bribe them out of hiding with food. Though the seaspawn are unable to speak, the trio manages to communicate with Captain Varis through crude scrawling in the sand. Unfortunately, the Captain is unable to give them any further information, not even aware the spectre is his former lover Duncan. He can only wish the trio good luck.

Armed with the conch shell Willow swiped from the spectre, a music box that had been a gift from the Captain to the keeper, and En’s arcane knowledge about dealing with hauntings, the trio confront the spectre once more. Through their combined efforts, they manage to defeat the poltergeist for good. The relentless storm finally breaks, and the three are able to leave the lighthouse.

Though free, our heroes unanimously agree that they should attempt to liberate the cursed Captain and crew still trapped in the caves under the lighthouse. They intend to do this by returning the magical conch shell to its original owner: the hag known as Old Aggie Eeltongue.

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[seresukuin]

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[the-single-element]

Good morning.

Now that we're three weeks into Lent, a pattern is beginning to emerge in the Sunday readings. The TaNaKh excerpts, so far, have all had to do with covenants. This is another of God's peculiar habits, one which we hear of throughout the history of his relationship with humanity: that when he's seeking to establish or reestablish those relationships with us, he'll tend to present, clearly and up-front, what we can expect from him, and what he - if we accept - will expect from us.

We've heard, already, about God's peace treaty with the human race. We've heard about his relationship with Abram - who became Abraham - and his promise of various blessings, if Abram was willing to pull up stakes and go to Caanan.

And today, we hear about the most famous of God's covenants: the one he made with Abraham's descendants on Mount Sinai, after rescuing them from Egypt. The Ten Commandments, which we hear repeated today, were the beginning of that covenant (which, all told, spans three whole chapters of Exodus). And like all of God's covenants with human beings, it didn't only set out a code of conduct, but promised the blessings of a better world, so long as Abraham's children could hold up their end of that relationship.

Of course, one of the practices instituted in that covenant is the feast of unleavened bread, where all the Israelites' descendants would gather before God. That's what Jesus is doing in this excerpt from John's Good News, after all. This year, we won't be hearing John's account of Jesus's "Signs", like we did last time around, but rather, especially provocative moments from Jesus's Passover visits to Jerusalem, over the years.

And what an example today's is! Jesus's ejection of the moneychangers and sacrifice-merchants is a famous moment from his life, and certainly provocative if you consider people's reactions - "who do you think you are? what authority do you have to do that?" - and the fact that, well, travellers to Jerusalem certainly needed to buy sacrifices for the feast and change their coins for the local ones.

But what's the most often repeated, most stressed, most belabored point in all the Sinai covenant? What point does God want them to understand so clearly that he brings it up six or seven separate times, depending on how you count?

It's "no other gods".

Why God so jealously clutches us away from worshipping anything else - why Ezekiel's vision of idols in the Temple was framed as the ultimate, unmendable horror - I still can't say for sure. But perhaps it has something to do with the danger that a split loyalty can undermine everything else in a relationship; if you have someone or something you idolize, you have to choose between what it says and what God says, and you'll have reason after reason for turning away from the law's substance - or, even more likely, keeping to its substance by ignoring its heart.

After all, as Matthew reports Jesus teaching from his own mountaintop, "no man can serve two masters"; before long, one of the two will fall from grace.

And this is an easier trap to fall into accidentally than we might initially assume. Consider Aaron, for example, whose golden calf – which had probably been intended to be a metaphorical representation of the God of Abraham – got God so angry that Moses needed to talk him down from doing something drastic about it. Aaron thought he was being faithful... but the fact that he defaulted to representing God with an animal motif showed that he was already reverting to thinking about gods and worship the way an Egyptian would. If God was going to accomplish his chosen people's metanoia – if he was to change the direction of their hearts and minds towards the Kingdom of Heaven – then that whole line of thinking had to be torn out at the root. What a setback this was! How frustrated he must have been!

It's in that context that we can more easily understand Jesus's frustration, when we see what he does in today's Good News. When Jesus was speaking about how divided loyalties will eventually force you to choose between them, he wasn't speaking only generally; he finishes by specifically warning us that we "cannot serve both God and Wealth", with the latter conjugated as though it was the name of a foreign god.

This was the mistake of the merchants that Jesus drove out when he saw them in the Temple's outer court. The problem wasn't that they were selling sacrifices and exchaning currencies; that was necessary, after all, so that everyone could gather in Jerusalem and celebrate the Passover. But religious and community reasons aren't a good enough explanation for why they were doing it in the Temple courtyard. They could just as easily have set up tables on the way to the Temple, or near the inns. The only reason to put your money-changing stall in the chokepoint that everyone has to pass through is because you're deadset on maximizing your profits, on making the most sales you can.

In other words... if Mammon - if the logic of Striking It Rich - is an idol, then Ezekiel's ultimate horror (translated to an era more like ours than like Ezekiel's) is exactly what Jesus was driving out: not trade per se, but profit motive imposed upon a holy place.

Jesus said, once, that he came "not to abolish the Law, but to complete it". Today, we see his work on Earth especially in that light - in setting right what has gone wrong in the relationship between humanity and God. In wiping the slate clean so that we can restart our relationship on firmer ground. Jesus's work in life, then, parallels our work in Lent, to straighten out that relationship from our end.

And so, today is a reminder that part of that work is examining, not just our relationship with God, but our relationship with other things in our life. Are we serving two masters? Are we using God as an excuse, but really obeying some other, foreign value or urge? Are we like Aaron, fumblingly constructing a fake, earthly idea of who God is and putting it in God's place?

If so, let's rejoice that God forgives us... that God has given us this opportunity to make things right with him... and let's get it straightened out while we still can.

[ilguna]

Metanoia - Chapter Three (f.o)

Summary: you will be crowned victor of the 75th hunger games.

Word Count; 5.8k

Warnings; swearing

NOTES: i give reader a last name to fit the world.

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The alarm clock isn’t the worst thing in the world, but it isn’t the most flattering either. Listening to what sounds like screaming birds is not how you anticipated it would sound in the slightest. You tried to get it to go off last night to see what you were getting yourself into. But the clock outsmarted you.

Rolling over, you slam your hand onto it for the hundredth time in frustration, this time getting the button square on. You’re not sure how you missed it before, but clearly you were too drowsy to coordinate your movements. You get onto your elbows, pulling yourself closer to the clock as you turn it off entirely.

A sigh leaves your lips as you throw the blankets off of you. The air is surprisingly warm, enough to the point where you don’t feel cold, and you’re not swelteringly hot. The technology here in the Capitol truly is amazing, you might just have to stay here again after you win.

You head over to the dresser, pulling out a new pair of underwear and a sports bra that won’t irritate your shoulders because of the material. Next is the tank top and the pair of stretchy leggings--yoga leggings, is what you think people call them. All you know is that they’re incredibly comfortable and soft.

You head to the bathroom, catching a small glimpse of yourself in the mirror. You go through the drawers, brushing your teeth while simultaneously brushing your hair, and then tying it out of the way. Three minutes later and you have the shower running, your teeth are brushed, and you’re heading inside.

You take a cold shower to get your blood running. It’s also a good exercise that you learned about. You never know if the water in the arena is going to be warm or not, and if you build up a sort of tolerance, then it isn’t as shocking. However, there’s no way you think you’ll find yourself swimming for fun.

You avoid getting your hair wet at all costs, wanting to leave that up to the prep team that will greet you in less than an hour. You clean your body again, washing everything that you can think of. By the time you’re getting out, your skin is a light shade of pink and you smell like sugar.

You pull on your clothes quickly, being sure to pick up the necklace that Tanith gave you some time ago. You don’t put it on, since you need to give it to Neysa so that she can get it approved for the games. It’s better than having nothing inside of the arena to fiddle with.

Deciding to go barefoot, you leave the bedroom and enter the main room. It has the kitchen, dining room and living room all in one. Off to the right stands an avox near a cart with drinks, as Neysa sits at the table with a cup of coffee.

Neysa glances up at you when you get closer, eyebrows raised, “You’re up on time.”

“The alarm clock they have is annoying.” You say, “I’m tempted to break it.”

“They’ll just replace it.” Neysa sips her coffee.

“I bet they would.” you take a seat across from her, but don’t make a move to touch anything on the plates, “How much time do I have?”

“Until Brutus is out.”

“Is he awake?”

“Yes.” she says.

It won’t take too terribly long, then. Guys don’t really take that much time to get ready, he should be out in less than thirty minutes. In the meantime, you watch the television that’s behind Neysa. It’s a montage, more or less.

Getting up now, you’re curious. You turn up the volume and stand in front of it with your arms crossed, wondering what it’s on about. Across the bottom of the program it explains that it’s the tribute parades from each tribute that is in the Quarter Quell. It starts with the oldest, District Four’s very own Mags Flannagan.

She looks young, you’d take a guess of no younger than sixteen. She was pretty, a tribute that is very clearly capable of winning the games. As the camera zooms, there’s a fire in her eyes, but it’s also filled with wonder. Being inside of the Capitol can do that to you.

Next to follow is Woof, which isn’t very much of a surprise. After Woof is Seeder, Beetee, the girl from nine, and then Chaff. The guys from five and nine, Wiress, and Brutus. Then there’s Blight, Cecelia, the girls from ten and five, both from six. Then it hits Gloss, then Cashmere, the guy from ten. You appear, then it’s Finnick, Johanna, and Katniss and Peeta.

It’s weird to watch as the quality slowly gets better. After binging all of their games last night, you know that Mags’ games was the eleventh one, which is a long ass time ago. The age range of these games is surely unfair, but it's going to be an advantage. It’s as high as eighty and as low as seventeen.

Unfortunately most of these tributes are still fit, or they’ve been preparing themselves recently for the Quarter Quell. Whether they’d get picked or not, it didn’t matter. At the time, they just wanted to be in the correct physical shape. You’re sure the ones that did take that precaution are patting themselves on the back.

Considering that the Capitol is showing off these parades, you can only assume that they’ll be doing the same thing with all the major events. Like the training scores, the interviews and possibly even the beginning of the games. You can’t lie, it’s cool that they’re doing this.

“I’m ready.” you hear.

You turn to see that Brutus is definitely ready to go. He’s dressed in similar clothing to yours, but it’s nowhere near matching. Neysa pushes herself up from the table, setting down her mug, “Okay, let’s get a move on, then.”

“What about Edmond?” Brutus asks.

“(Y/n) scared him off. He’s still here, just not… here…” Neysa says, you smile proudly, “As for Theo, he’s going to be sitting back for a while.”

“Sounds good to me.” you say, then you remember the necklace in your hand, “Hey, I need you to get this through approval.”

You pass it over to Neysa as you all start out of the apartment. She doesn’t look over it too long, tucking it into a pocket of her slacks. You all get into the elevator, Neysa presses the button, and you head right on down.

“Do me a favor and not piss off the prep teams.” Neysa says.

“The Capitol is practically my home.” you tell her, “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Theo would beg to differ.” Brutus snickers, and you join in.

Neysa doesn’t say anything, but you have a feeling she enjoyed that joke.

She leads you to your room first, and then takes Brutus away. Almost immediately, you’re swept into the sterile grooming room. The first thing that comes out of one of the guys mouth is a compliment on your tattoos. He’s in absolute awe for a moment, like  he can’t believe that you’ve got sleeves on both arms, and then tattoos scattered around after that.

You got them all as soon as you got your first check from the Capitol after your victory. You just wanted to have something specially done, something permanent, and the Capitol delivered better than you thought they would. The ink hasn’t budged or faded even after eight years of wear and tear. There’s a few places where it’s a bit wonky because you cut yourself by accident or something. Other than that, they’re all as good as the day you got them.

The tattoos started with meaning, memorials for your family members, your left arm has only flowers with names on them. People that meant a lot to you. Your grandparents, parents, aunt, uncles, cousins, and siblings. Big and small, flourishing, or forever stuck in a bud.

As for your right arm… a little more sadistic, you have to admit that. But everyone has it in them, and it’s a constant reminder. Getting skulls with the names of the tributes you killed was your way of growing up. They’re with you forever now. There’s candles, and little tokens that remind you of their district by their skull.

They’re not colorful, they’re dull. Black and white. A funeral. A tribute out to them. Death is never a thing to really celebrate.

At the beginning of your forearm after your elbow and down, it’s a blank canvas, unfinished. Whereas up, it has all the names and the tributes. You thought that it being unfinished was just fine, but now that you’re going back into the games, you’ll undoubtedly have to continue down to your wrist, and maybe beyond to the back of your hand.

This is a good time to mention that the soulmate words aren’t on your death arm, it’s on the flowery one… which could be considered as the other death arm, since your family is all dead, there’s no one living. Even when you were a teenager, you were smart enough to keep the loved ones on the side with the soulmate, since they would one day be a loved one too.

Anyway, those aren’t the only tattoos you have. You’ve got others littered around your body, meaningless ideas that you would come up with. When you’d have a handful of ideas, you’d get the tattoos done, and then go back to District Two. It’s why the governor isn’t too happy with you.

The prep team finally pulls themselves together, and gets to work. You don’t complain with anything that they do, you mainly just listen to the talk between each other. How they’re so excited about the games, and all the tributes that were pulled and volunteered. They’re already taking bets on a few of you guys.

They try to keep quiet, but they’re mostly buzzed about the careers--you guys--Finnick, Johanna and the recent winners. Everyone else can basically go fuck themselves, is what you’re getting. They have good taste, you’ll have to admit that. They like the more vicious victors. If you didn’t win by being ruthless, then you might as well be chopped liver. They want entertainment, not boredom. Even Beetee’s games were a favorite just because of the creativity.

“Oh, you’re going to be so eye-catching.” one of the guys sighs, “Stunning…”

“Sure.” you say.

After that, they give you one more look-down from head to toe. They make sure your skin is completely smooth and they haven’t missed anything. They twirl your hair between their fingers to make sure it’s silky and full of life again like they’ve intended. They even sigh because of the whole perfume you’re giving off in general.

Finally, they get you to the room where you’ll wait for your stylist. You sit on the edge of the metal table, robe already pulled on. You don’t care what the stylist wants, you’re tired of sitting around naked. You’re ready to be put in whatever god-awful outfit you’ll be given this year.

It’s quite a while of silence. Of being in this small room that you’d consider to be a prison holding cell. Even if you’ve never been in one personally, you think you can take a couple of guesses on what it feels like. The vibrations it gives off. And just like a prison, this is nowhere near welcoming.

You never feel anxious, but you’re beginning to get a bubbling feeling in your stomach, almost making you feel sick. You’d swear it’s because of the fact that you haven’t eaten all day, but that’s nowhere near close. The prep team guys have been feeding you each time you’ve requested something, understanding your struggle or whatever.

No, this feeling is completely new. It doesn’t belong to you.

“Stop already.” you whine, brushing your hair out of your face. 

You almost want to punch your stomach to get your mind taken off of it. You don’t know how it’s even allowed for their emotion to overpower yours. It’s disgusting. And you don’t know why all of a sudden they’ve decided to exist. They couldn’t have appeared any other time?

Whoever they are, they’re nervous and they’re making you feel sick. You have to get off of the metal table to pace around the room, taking deep breaths and wiping the sweat off of your forehead when it starts to appear in droplets. 

The door then swings open, revealing your stylist. A woman, shorter than you are, but she looks like she knows what she’s doing, competent. She’s got her skin stained a bubblegum pink, but wears a complete white outfit like she walked out of the gates of heaven.

“Anxious?” she asks, looking you over.

“No, impatient.” you tell her, “It took you long enough.”

“Neysa said you had a mouth on you.” she looks you up and down, “Guess I’m not surprised. My name is Amias.”

“(Y/n).” 

She nods, motioning for you to follow her. You lag behind a tad, not trusting the new room you’re walking into. You scan it over, wondering if you’re going to see your costume for this afternoon, but you don’t.

“Put these on.” she says, holding out a matching set of black underwear, “We’ll be moving rooms in a moment, the prep team is fixing the disaster.”

“Matching outfits with Brutus?” you ask, pulling on the high-waisted underwear.

“Of course.” Amias is standing at the door with a window, looking out of it, “Armor, which I’m sure you’re not new to.”

You untie the robe, draping it over the side of the couch while you fix the bra, “No one is. It’s the only thing stylists seem to do every year, just a new variation. Tell me, am I going to be naked?”

“Nowhere close.” She says, “I’m not new to designing, but I am new to District Two. Needless to say I have some ideas I’d like to try out.”

“I’m not a one-size-fits-all.” you inform her.

“They’re all in your size.” She says, looking at you now, “Fix the right strap and throw the robe on again, unless you’re willing to walk through the halls like that.”

Not bothering with the robe, you follow behind her. Amias doesn’t seem bothered, unlocking the door and then heading straight to the right. The hallway is completely empty for a couple of seconds, until a door opens, and a stylist steps out, with someone trailing behind her.

It takes you a moment before you realize who it is.

Finnick looks you up and down impressively, a little smile hinting at the corners of his lips, “Nice tattoos.”

“Nice pendant.” you retort, jerking your left arm away from him as he passes so he doesn’t touch you.

Amias brings you right into a fancy room that’s lit up fairly well. There’s no overhead lights, only lamps that sit in the corners, and one that sits by a chair. Around the room are mannequins that have the different outfits on them. The prep team stands by, prepared for whatever Amias might order them to do.

She definitely expected you to head towards the chair, but you shut the door and stand in front of the mannequins instead. You take in every single outfit, one by one. They’re armor, that’s for sure. But they’re cleverly designed like they’re trying to give off a different mood for each one.

A smile grows on your face, “Am I allowed to pick?”

“I thought we could do that last,” Amias comes over, “Do you have one in mind?”

You run your fingers over the leather, “Yes, this one.”

The top is grey and it ends mid-rib, it’s cloth and not actual metal. The gold metal is on the shoulders in layers. The bottoms are brown and high-waisted, and the heeled boots that go with it, are up to your knees, also gold. There’s splashes of maroon and grey here and there to compliment the scheme.

“Good taste.” Amias says.

“Thanks.” you move towards the chair now, taking your seat in it, “Have at me.”

The prep team starts almost immediately. They pin your hair up into a bun on the back of your head, pulling out some hair here and there to dangle in your face, and in the back. They curl them, and then move on as quickly as they started.

To hold it all in place, they pull out some hairspray, covering your face. When they get out of the way of the mirror, you can see that your hair is glittery. Like gold flecks all over your hair to match with the gold armor.

“I wish I could have done something much more greek.” Amias says, she’s pulling the outfit off of the mannequin, “Unfortunately, I was told that’s what District One is into.” she makes eye contact with you in the mirror, “I would say I’m bummed, but a warrior is much more interesting, don’t you think?”

“I don’t think I’m going to be the most eye catching thing out there,” you say, “With everyone that has been picked.”

“You’ll find a way.” Amias says, “Neysa tells me you’re smart. You’re independent, speak your mind. You don’t deal with anything. She said that you’ll get your way one way or another. I’m counting on it.”

“Neysa likes to talk a lot.”

“She was just telling me more about you.” Amias lightly defends, “But you are right.”

The makeup is also gold-inspired. They make your face shimmer with all the highlight that they add to your nose, cheeks and forehead. Every way you turn your head, you can see the sparkle.

“Good?” the one doing your makeup asks.

“Yes.” you say, tilting your head as you continue to stare.

They move onto jewelry, which isn’t that big of a surprise. Everything is gold. The sword earrings, the solid choker that is just a bar around your neck. The upper arm bracelet that they set on the vanity for after you put on the costume. 

Speaking of which, Amias takes a part of the clothing off one by one, and puts it on you instead. Starting with the bottoms, and then the armored boots that go to your knees. The final touch is the top, which you’d thought would be heavy and bulky, but it’s surprisingly light. Either it’s not real gold, or it’s just very thin.

“Move around for me.” Amias says.

You follow her directions without complaint. This is her job after all, she’s doing her best to make sure that you look great, and eye-catching enough for the Capitol citizens. You’re going to want to be drawing in sponsors like crazy, and this is the main way to go about it.

You stop when she allows it, standing in front of the vanity. You stare at yourself while the prep team makes the final adjustments, and Amias cleans up the room. You don’t want to be out there too early, waiting for the horses. Although, you can imagine that you’ll be out there with plenty of time to spare, considering the time you actually got in here.

While you wait, you do a series of positions to stand in, wondering about which would be the best to work with while you’re on the chariot. You turn your body some, having one foot out further than the other. You try with both feet together, and even turning in the direction where Brutus would hypothetically be.

It isn’t until you pull a stool in front of you and put your foot in it, playing around, when you realize that this is familiar. The look is familiar. So, you continue to try and find the one spot that will click the memory. The second that your arm is in the air, hand enclosed in a fist, while your other is on your hip, you realize.

You look like you’re about to go to war. All those pictures in the history books had things similar to this. You should be yelling the words ‘to war!’ or something dumb like that. Leading an entire army to take over the land, claim your spot. 

And the funniest thing is, you are. You are in a war right now, with every single tribute. You’re competing for the most sponsors. You’re competing to be the favorite. You’re competing to be the winner of the seventy-fifth hunger games. The Quarter Quell.

You get your foot off of the stool and kick it back into place, “I’m bored of being in here.”

“You’re free to leave.”

“Wasn’t asking.” you say, moving to the door as you almost throw it open.

The entire training center building might be new, since they rebuilt it and upgraded everything that was inside. But the layout is still basically the same, you don’t need the help of Amias or anyone to get to the chariot. It’s around a couple of corners and through a wide hallway, and suddenly you’re where everyone else is.

You take a look around, determined to see who all is standing out here right now. Your eyes catch first on Finnick, who seems to have the same idea as you do, and catches your eye almost immediately. A small smirk comes over his face, and you turn your head away from him in response.

No wonder he’s out here so quickly, he’s half naked. But as you go over to your chariot with Brutus, you can see that he’s not much better. Cashmere and Gloss look great, though. Their stylist must be proud.

“(Y/n).” Cashmere sings, her mouth drops open a little, “Gosh, that is amazing.”

“You look better, I can promise you.” you tell her, being sure to place your back to where you just walked out of, so you can keep a good eye on the people that continue to come out.

Also so no one can sneak up behind you.

“Do you guys have any ideas on allies?” Gloss asks.

Brutus whistles, “(Y/n) is being difficult.”

“I’m really not. Not wanting Finnick Odair as an ally should be common sense.” you glare in his direction, just in time to watch him pop something into his mouth.

“Common sense?” Cashmere laughs, “He’s a career for a reason.”

“You take him, you’re taking Mags.” You tell her, “Pick your poison.”

“She wouldn’t be too hard to handle.” Brutus says.

“If you’re talking about killing her, any of these guys are easy to handle.”

You give a look to Gloss, “You’re only saying that because you got mediocre muscles at best, and you’re tall. You’re not really that special, even Cashmere is way past your shoulders now.”

“She’s still shorter than me.” 

“So am I, and I’m pretty sure I could kill you before you can spell the word ‘moron’.”

“Who pissed in your cereal?” Gloss asks.

“Neither of us really ate today. Early start.” Brutus tells him.

“Just to look like that?” Cashmere mutters.

Your eyes land on her, “I’ll give you bravery points for saying it to my face, unfortunately it wasn’t loud enough. Say it again.”

Cashmere doesn’t look embarrassed, “Just to look like that?”

“You look like you just rolled out of bed.”

“You told me I looked amazing.” Cashmere looks smug.

“I lied.” you enunciate the words.

The four of you are all staring at each other for a long moment, until you’re tired of staring at their faces and decide to walk somewhere else instead. You’re half-tempted to go and shoot your shot with Katniss Everdeen, but you end up at your chariot instead.

If you make that proposal with Katniss, then that means you’ll have to bring Deadweight with you. You’re sure he’s at least somewhat of a decent fighter, but you’re not willing to take a chance like that. You’d rather know ahead of time, and after watching his games yesterday for the research purposes--he’s not very good with anything.

Incompetent.

“So, was the outfit purposely designed to show off your tattoos, or was it all a coincidence?” 

Your glaring eyes are suddenly turned to none other than Finnick Odair, who has a smile on his face as usual. Oh, how much you wish you could smack it off of his fucking face. Imagine how pretty it would be to go into the tribute parade with a nice pink hand mark on his cheek.

You’d get in trouble, though. And since you’re trying to win the favor of the people around you, and not push them away, you cross your arms and clench your fists.

“I can’t wait to add you to my graveyard, Odair.” you snap.

“Is that so?” Finnick asks, he leans to his left slightly, like he’s trying to get a better look of your right arm, “You’ll have to catch me first.”

“It’ll be easy, since you’ll be caring for grandma over there.” you jerk your head, not moving your eyes.

“Oh really?” 

Finally, you look at Finnick. It’s not hard to spot when someone is feigning interest in a conversation. ‘Is that so’ and ‘oh really’ is what you say when you’re trying to get out of one.

“What do you want from me?”

“Hmm?” Finnick hums, his eyes are squinted, and he’s staring at your left arm now, “Who’s Paesyn?”

Your arms are out of being crossed within seconds, and you draw your arm back and swing so fast that you’re surprised that Finnick had even had time to catch your wrist. You’re mere inches from his face, any faster and that bright pink hand mark would be on his face, just like you desired.

“You’re hot headed.” Finnick notes.

“You’re a nosy, self-centered, Capitol-raised bitch!” you shout, catching the attention of a few others, “You’re so cynical that you can’t read a fucking room! You think everyone likes you. You think you can do whatever you want!” you suck in air between your clenched, “News flash, Finnick Odair, you’re nothing but another pretty face in the sea of victors that are here. No one likes you, as they should.”

You yank your wrist free of his hand, watching as his eyes widen, “You’re a filthy human being. I’ll be praying that your death is the first on my hands. I can’t wait until that pathetic girlfriend of yours gets to watch as your body is lowered into a six-foot-deep ditch.”

Finnick’s had enough, and you can see his face begin to turn red from rage, “You say nothing about Annie.”

“I can saying whatever the fuck I want about her.” You stand taller, almost matching his height exactly, “You just don’t like to hear it, because it’s all true.”

Finnick starts forward, but a pair of peacekeepers appear between you two, pushing him back, since you’re already at your chariot. You smile at Finnick over the peacekeeper’s shoulder, satisfied that you were finally able to burst his imperfect bubble.

You take deep breaths to get yourself level-headed again. However, you don’t even get as much as thirty seconds, before another person is talking to you.

“You’re on a roll today.” Neysa says, “I definitely should have made you sleep in.”

“It’s not the fact that I’m sleep-deprived. They’re all so fucking irritating.” you crack your knuckles to keep yourself from running a hand through your hair, subsequently messing it up.

“Have you ever considered that it’s just you?” Neysa asks.

“Oh, I’m sure it is.” you laugh, but you’re not finding it funny. You’re so angry, “And it’s not my fault that Finnick had approached me like that. He should have seen it coming.”

“He doesn’t know the things you have against him.” Neysa defends.

“He does now, and he’ll be thinking twice before talking to me again.”

“You want everyone to hate you?”

You look at her, “At this point, running solo would be a lot easier.”

“No.” Neysa’s voice is hard, “No, you’re not going it alone. I won’t allow it.”

“My games, my choice.”

“No.” She repeats, but this time even angrier, “You’ll get yourself killed.”

“Maybe it’s about fucking time!” you yell, and then you start taking deep breaths again, “Go away, you’re going to make me hit you.”

“Like you almost hit Finnick?” Brutus asks.

You laugh again, “I am--” deep breaths, “--going to make this whole tribute parade thing a fucking option and not a required thing if you two keep it up.”

The intercom person is your savior, and you don’t say a single word to Neysa or Brutus as you step onto the chariot. Brutus gets on too, leaving space between the two of you. Neysa tries to readjust something but you slap her hand to keep her from touching you.

“Away, Neysa.” you say, “It’s not against the rules to fight my mentor.”

No one has actually tried it before, so you wouldn’t know, and neither would she. Neysa finally listens and leaves you be, wandering off to where the other mentors are standing. More specifically, District Four’s mentors.

“Great.”

“They’re probably settling the dispute, get Finnick to leave you alone.”

“As it should have been anyway.” you snap, grabbing a hold of the side of the chariot as the others begin to move.

You erase the scowl from your face as soon as you’re out of the mouth of the hallway and the sunshine is hitting your face. You give a big smile, waving out to the Capitol citizens even if you’re nowhere near the stands just yet. It’s easier to do it early on, to make them realize that you’re eager.

Brutus makes a point not to stand too close to you, since you really are on a streak when it comes to snapping at people. It doesn’t keep you two from interacting every now and then to make sure that the Capitol citizens know that you’re allies. For now.

It wouldn’t be such a bad thing to go it alone. You haven’t done it before, but if other people can do it, then you can too. If you come across people, all you have to do is kill them and move on. There’s not really a reason to show mercy anyway.

As you get closer to the stands, they start to throw gifts. You catch a little present in the palm of your hands, unraveling the ribbon. You drop it, and unbox it too, to find a ring inside. Dainty, but cute. Pure black.

You hold it up, blowing a kiss, and then slide it onto your finger.

“Wish they’d throw things like that at me.” Brutus mutters.

“Try and catch one of the fedoras, because that’s as good as you’re going to get.”

“Wouldn’t go with my outfit.”

“You said you wanted something.” 

You catch a glimpse of yourself in the big screens before it’s switched to someone else. But that little moment was as good as it could have been. You looked fantastic, you’re sure that Amias is giving herself a pat on the back for this look. You wonder what else she has in store. Particularly, the interviews.

Snow stands at the same podium in the center circle where he had delivered his speech in the winter. Behind him, sitting in rows of chairs wearing all black, is old men. Probably those who help run the country.

Snow looks at all of you with a straight face. You give him a smirk and a wave, wanting to see if he’ll smile at the comedy of it, but he doesn’t. There is no speech this year, as you’re turned right around and head back to where you had come from.

The rest of the parade is just like the beginning. The cheering of the Capitol citizens gets louder after you see District Twelve erupt into flames. Which you’re not too surprised about, of course they would repeat their signature. You’re just a little curious as to why they waited so long, instead of making sure the Capitol citizens were swooning over them.

There’s no point in waving after that, though. Instead, you fix a forced smile on your face and cross your arms for the rest of the ride. As soon as you get inside the building, the smile is gone. Especially when you see that Neysa and Edmond are still standing with the District Four mentors.

“Look at the mess you’ve gotten yourself into.” Brutus laughs.

“She’s probably going to tell me that he’s got a restraining order or something,” you snicker, and Brutus does too, “Or apologize for hurting his precious feelings.”

The chariot stops, Brutus gets off first and then offers his hand for you. You take it, and think about how funny it is that everyone else is worried about you being a ticking time bomb. But Brutus hasn’t once tried to treat you like one. It’s not like you and him are around each other very often, so it’s weird that he already has experience with a personality like yours.

“What’s the issue now?” you ask once you’re close enough.

“You. I suggest you apologize to Finnick before…”

You look behind you to see the chariots that are coming in, districts three, four and five. Finnick is giving you a dangerous look.

“Before what?” you ask, looking at his mentors, “Before he decides that he wants to kill me? You know how dumb that sounds, right? We’re going to be attacking each other inside of the arena anyway.”

“I know.” his mentor says, “You’re a target.”

“He’s my target.” you say, “You think I was lying?”

“What’s going on?”

Neysa gives you a look, and then Edmond nearly replicates it wrinkle by wrinkle. You take in a deep breath, watching her face for any indication on what she actually wants you to do. However, it looks like she wants you to handle this by yourself.

You don’t apologize to people. You’re not a sorry person. You say what you have to say, and that’s about it. If people don’t like it, then they can ignore you and your opinions.

You look at Finnick, beside him is Mags, and she has an angry look on her face too. He’s been shit talking you. No surprise there.

You force another smile, “I sincerely apologize for what I said about Annie.” the smile fades, “As for everything else, I don’t take that back. You’re a whiny human being that deserves everything that comes at you.”

Finnick stares at you for a moment, like he’s unsure of how to take this. And then there’s a smile peeking onto his face, “I hope you die first.”

You give him a mock smile back, “Go fuck yourself.”

“I’m sure you’d like that.”

[99liners]

knb masterlist;

disclaimer:

i know i do not mention it in every single KnB work of mine but all the characters that i write about are aged up and are over 18, in most cases they are over 21. i do not write for underaged characters / readers. 

kise ryota

scenarios !! ♡

metanoia (heavy angst / sprinkles of fluff) (female reader) [dated: 2021-01-09]

↳ with time kise ryota transforms into an asshole from your loving boyfriend. upsetting words are spoken from both sides and a break up is in effect but is that the end of your relationship?

midorima shintaro

scenarios !! ♡

it is you (angst / fluffy fluff) (female reader) [dated: 2021-01-22]

↳ you have successfully overworked yourself to the point of collapse. one night of induced sleep in a hospital later, you and midorima find the same page in your relationship that is comfortable to you both. 

aomine daiki

scenarios !! ♡

buzzed confession (fluff, crack fic) (gender neutral reader) [dated: 2021-02-21]

↳ you are high and he is your crush. oh boy, a bad combination.

territorial ft hisoka morrow (angsty / fluff) (gender neutral reader) [dated: 2021-02-22]

↳ you are back in contact with your ex, hisoka, a certified asshole and daiki is not really in favour of it. it is his birthday after all and you are spending time with hisoka instead of with him.

territorial gone wrong (angst, only angst) (gender neutral reader) [dated: 2021-07-03]

↳ this chapter is set four years after territorial. the last time when he thought you were cheating on him with hisoka morrow, things were managed once you told him the truth why you were ignoring him but with time, daiki has only fed into his territorial nature and grown more possessive till the point where anything and everything sets him off.

insufferable (fluff) (gender neutral reader) [dated: 2021-02-27]

↳ it is a saturday and he has taken a day off to spend it with you so he attacks you with cuddles and convinces you to sleep in.

movie night (fluffy fluff / suggestive themes) (gender neutral reader) [dated: 2021-07-01]

↳ it is movie-pizza night but daiki cannot possibly last throughout the entire movie without touching you. and touched you he has, but with pizza grease on his hand. oops. 

the sniper and her spotter (so!much!angst, smidge of fluff, angsty messy smut, slow burn) (female reader) [dated: 2021-07-05]

↳ you are a sniper in akashi's sub group of the sumiyoshi-kai yakuza family, daiki is the muscle man but he has some unresolved issues with the people of the top three clans. your father is head of one of the main three clans, naturally that did not fare well with daiki and a game of cat and mouse ensues which transforms to unresolved sexual tension but before either of you can do anything about it, kuroko's father gets murdered by another yakuza group. the both of you blame yourselves for being careless only to find yourself later in a motel room, with daiki only.

murasakibara atsushi

scenarios !! ♡

love of your life ft. gojou satoru (angst / bittersweet ending) (female reader) [dated: 2021-02-25]

↳ atsushi used to be the most important person in your life but he pushed you till there was no coming back. you moved on and found the love of your life and invited your giant of an ex to your wedding and atsushi finds himself back again.

kuroko tetsuya

scenarios !! ♡

i am here (angst / fluff / suggestive ending) (female reader) [dated: 2021-01-22]

↳ momoi satsuki visits the team and gives you insecurity over your figure and you choose to get wasted in a pub instead of talking about it to your boyfriend. dumb move, y/n. anyways, tetsu does catch on and assures you that you are the only one for him.

sensitive love (fluff) (gender neutral reader) [dated: 2021-02-27]

↳ you are sensitive to your senses and kuroko is a receptive warm person to your boundaries. 

himuro tatsuya

scenarios !! ♡

conveniently (angst / comedy / fluff) (gender neutral reader) [dated: 2021-12-15]

↳ you absolutely hate popular guys and tatsuya is the new popular guy in high school who keeps catching your eye. is it supposed to mean something more?

reactions !! ✔ 

GoM + Kuroko + Kagami reaction to: their s/o moaning another member’s name in her sleep (humour / lovey lovey fluff / a tiny bit of angsty nightmares / subtle suggestive themes) (female reader) [dated: 2021-01-01]

GoM + Kuroko + Kagami reaction to: their s/o sitting on their lap during a bumpy ride (humour, fluff, nsfw content) (female reader) [dated: 2021-01-02]

GoM + Kuroko + Kagami reaction to: them melting when they see you wearing their clothes (fluff) (female reader) [dated: 2021-01-08]

GoM reaction to: their s/o wanting to leave them when she finds out she is pregnant (angst / fluff / a tad bit suggestive) (female reader) [dated: 2021-01-31]

GoM + Kuroko + Kagami reaction to: them playing what’s in the box with their s/o’s lingerie (nsfw / crack / humour / female reader) [dated: 2021-07-02]

GoM + kuroko + kagami + kasamatsu reaction to: their busty girlfriend (nsfw / crack / humour / female reader) [dated: 2022-01-17]

texts !! ✉

GoM + Kuroko + Kagami + Takao + Kiyoshi: accidentally text you something dirty (humour / smut / nsfw) [dated: 2020-01-03]

scenarios !! ♡

three rules: dom!knb boys (female reader) (filth) [dated: 2021-01-10]

↳ three rules from the knb boys (GoM + kuroko + kagami + kiyoshi + hyuga + haizaki + izuki) governing your sex lives.

terms of endearment (female reader) (filth) [dated: 2021-01-11]  

↳ their (GoM + kuroko + kagami + kiyoshi + hyuga + haizaki + izuki) preferred names in the bedroom for you and them

professor!GoM brat taming their s/o (smut) (female reader) [dated: 2021-01-12]

↳ hcs of dom!GoM who happen to be your professor as they punish you for wearing a sexy outfit during a university fest.

GoM + kagami kissing you for the first time (fluff) (female reader) [dated: 2021-02-04]

GoM leaving for a long time without informing you (angst) (gender neutral reader) [dated: 2022-01-18]

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Table of Chaos.

Wanda Maximoff x God!reader(GN)

Love Malady. (Chapter 1) - (Chapter 2) - (Chapter 3) - (Chapter 4)

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Yelena Belova x AUSuperSolider!reader(GN)

A slight AU i think

Tears of Blade. (Chapter 1) - (Chapter 2)

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Wednesday x Dracula!Reader (GN)

Metanoia. (Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3) (Chapter 4) (Chapter 5) (Chapter 6) (Chapter 7)

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Victoria Neuman x Supe!Reader (GN)

(Slight AU)

Kalopsia. (Chapter One.) (Chapter Two.) (Chapter Three.)

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-OneShots-

A Touch in the Dark. (Jenna Ortega x GN!Reader)

[mykelneedssleep]

I'm just now realizing I'm releasing this on Valentine's Day so happy Valentine's Day! Here's some sad!

(Technically it's February 15th for me at this point but it's only two am and any time before I go to sleep is still the same day to me so it's still Valentine's Day)

Metanoia Summary: Three years ago something happened between Soap and Ghost, a week later Ghost disappeared but now he's back at Price's request to join their newly expanded team on a big mission. Soap has to learn to work with a version of Ghost that he doesn't understand, a feeling he's never felt before. Ghost has to navigate his conflicting feelings for the man he ran away from while Soap begs for his forgiveness and argues with him in the same day all while focusing on the missions they're given. Chapter 1 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/53278909/chapters/134831704

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Metanoia – A Turning Saints into the Sea Playlist

The journey of changing one’s heart, mind, or way of life

for day three of @tobeckyweek, I proudly present (a curated version of) my TSITS playlist! Two songs for every chapter posted, in order, and three for the chapter that is yet to come.

youtube link here!

Shallow / wrapped up in books

burnin’ for you / Medicine (royal sugar)

only the good die young / starry eyes

apocalypse / I’ll be good

people will say we’re in love /  I don’t wanna talk about it

I don’t know how to love him / please please please let me get what i want

Mary on a cross / hit and run / Mr. Brightside

[mochii0park]

metanoia; 01 | kth

Title: Metanoia

Pairing: Taehyung / Reader

Part of series: Waterlilies and Japanese Bridge

Genre: angst I collage!au

Pairing: student!reader x photographer!taeyhung

Word count: 4,7k

Summary: Vante, a household name among photographers became known for his minimalistic photography style that came along with his secret persona. Never showing his face on his own exhibitions fueled the public’s desire to learn more about him which skyrocketed his fame. While preparing for his next exhibition Vante went missing. Disappeared into thin air and even now a year later was never found.

Author’s note: I am very conscious of any grammar mistakes. Although I have read this chapter three times I am sure I’ve missed some so bare with me. 

On another note, I have switched the dates of the chapters for Saudade and Metanoia. Since this story got more attention compared to Sauade I’ve decided to write it before the date.

This is my first attempt at writing on this platform and I hope it will reach out to a wider range of readers and catch your interest. Any feedback is greatly appreciated.

Taglist: @ggukkieland​ @honig-und-millch​ , @deliciousdetectivestranger ,

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You sink into the overaged draggled yellow chair, catching second-hand embarrassment at the sight before you. The boy walked about, his thrusts were not enough to keep the neon hula hoop from falling. He attempts to fumble his way out of the mess, but it was too late. The left ankle twists itself and before you know it, he hits headfirst against the wooden flooring. The professors rush towards him, medics following behind. The boy tries to pull himself up but fails his body slumping against the stage. To your left Mingi snorts, stuffing his face with popcorn amused by the scene playing out.

“I don’t mean to sound rude or whatever, but people need to search up the meaning of talent before their eyes skip to the word show.” Minnie ruckles her nose, her mouth loop sided.

“I find this highly entertaining,” Mingi speaks up, mouth full of food. He takes a sip of the cold beverage rested in his lap and shakes the mixture before swallowing.

To his left Yeonjun shudders at him, “Talent or not I would rather replay that scene than watch Mingi be a slob. It makes me want to bleach my eyes out.”

Mingi rolls his eyes ignoring Yeonjun as he pops more popcorn, oblivious to his own weird antics. Although the four of you are friends for years, Mingi managed to take you all by surprise with his uncanny behaviour.

The second act starts and suddenly you contemplate your university choice. Reasonably the overbearing staff of your university wanted the timid first years to feel welcomed hence this so-called show. In hindsight, you think a friendly party would’ve been just as good.

Halfway through the act, you feel a light tap on your shoulders, professor Kim Namjoon stands there like a sore thumb in the mass of students’ bodies. With his hovering height, freshly dyed purple hair and the rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose he was sure to stand out. He shifts his footing from one to the other foot anxiously waiting for you to follow him, few students commenting on the disruptions that his appearance caused.

You observe him for a second, accompanying him out of the theatre into the cold November air. He fumbles through his leather briefcase before fishing out a small, crumpled flyer. Opening it he shoves it into your hands while tweaking his glasses.

“I have a favour to ask you Y/N. There will be a course taking place here and I would love for you to attend it with your peculiar friends.” He says emphasising the word peculiar.

You knew that Mingi gave Namjoon the creeps even though the latter denied it.

“No.”

You push back the flyer spinning on the balls of your feet ready to join your friends.

“Y/L-…”, Namjoon groans, “Do it for your brother-in-law.”

Widening your eyes, you look at him shaking your head.” This isn’t the time to use our family relations to bribe me into a stupid course.”

“Did you even read what’s it about?”, you take the flyer from his hands skimming through it.

Photography course

Length: 10th November till 10th June

Time: Friday, 6pm -8pm

Attendance: Third years and above

Equipment not needed for the course

Your eyes pause at the date, laughing releasing itself from your chest. Surely Namjoon was kidding when suggesting this. You were in your last year which meant you would soon be flooded with work for your final project. In conclusion, there was barely enough time for you set foot out of your studies let alone attend another one of the university’s poor attempts to make a course for students to bond over.

“You understand I’m in my last year. I don’t have time to go out and have fun with my friends. How in the world did you think I would fit a whole-ass course?”

Namjoon releases a breath running a hand through his thick hair, desperation evident on his face.” I am sorry to have to do this, but I am cashing in my favour.”

You become stiff mouth agape, incoherent vowels coming out of you. It takes you a few seconds to gather your thoughts, “you promised to not cash it in. You gave me your word.”

“And you gave me yours.” Namjoon retored sassily, finger pointing at you, “I won’t tell Sunmi if you promise to do me a favour when the time comes.”

Pushing your tongue against the palate, you try to control the boiling anger.

The incident happened four years ago, back when you were still figuring out your college life. Namjoon and you were acquaintances, sharing one elective course called German Literature. Needless to say, both of you suffered greatly.

By the end of the year, you noticed your sister piqued Namjoon’s interest. Grossed out by the idea of your older sister engaging in any kind of relationship/activity with a twenty-three-year-old, you kept your distance until the faithful day.

Choi San was the synonym for the devil himself. With his fiery red hair and dazzling cat-like eyes, he lured you into his messy life of illegal parties and binge drinking. You still find yourself cringing at his pathetic excuses of professing his undying love to you when it was all under false pretences. His eyes bearing into your naïve soul, pulling your heart out and wrenching it until your friends came to pick up the pieces.

Sitting in the police station you counted down minutes before your older sister would burst through the door and finally decide to disown you. With your head nested between your knees you suck in the tears threatening to spill, the euphoria from the alcohol long gone. You’ve dialled Mingi’s number first, the others were a no go when it came to answering their phones. He picked up in a matter of seconds. After explaining the situation, you figured he would bring his own parents to bail you out instead Namjoon comes first, after him a stressed Minnie trying to keep up the pace with him and a Yeonjun who’s pulling his masks further over his nose in a lame attempt to be unrecognizable. Mingi idly meanders behind them in his pyjamas with not one care in the world. Namjoon pulls a small amount of money handing the police officer and not long after you were free.

At that moment you’ve truly recognized your friends as the people you wanted to keep in your life forever. Namjoon jokingly said he would someday cash in his favour. Little did you know the joke would get over your head.

“You’ve waited for four years to cash it?”

He shrugs and nods lightly. Quickly he composes himself, washing his features of playfulness and switching them up with hopelessness. “It’s really important for me that you and your clique of friends attend this course. Professor Seojoon organized it-“

At the mention of your favourite professor, your eyes light up making Namjoon shudders. The little “crush” you harboured didn’t go unnoticed by him. Putting his hands on your shoulders he gains your attention again before continuing, “his brother is the one to hold the course so you must come. I will put in a good word for you all. Maybe he will go easy on you during quizzes.”

You roll your eyes knowing fully well that you didn’t need Namjoon’s intervention although it was greatly appreciated. Putting the flyer in your back pocket you throw a thumbs up to Namjoon, “Well Minnie and I don’t need any favouritism and I am almost certain you can’t do much for Yeonjun and Mingi seeing as they are in different departments.”

“Oh?” Namjoon’s brows shot up at the revelation, totally dismissing the idea that you know each other any differently than through the classes you attend, “I thought Yeonjun was in the literature department, as for Mingi it’s far-fetched but I didn’t want to sound rude.”

“Actually, Yeonjun is in the Vocal department while Mingi is in the Physics and Astronomy department. He’s also on top of his class, both are.”

Namjoon seems stunned at the information you threw at him, but he recovers swiftly, “Bunch of nerds.” He chuckles at his own jokes before both of you bid goodbyes. You slowly make your way to the cafeteria mind set on pursuing your friends to join you and Namjoon running to the staff meeting hoping to extinguish the chaos caused by the talent show.

Pushing past the mass of people on the campus your sneakers squeak against the pavement, the chatter between the students becoming louder as you push the cafeteria doors. Making your way towards the table in the further left corner you spot Yeonjun’s eye-catching hair. The pink shade fits well against his pale skin making him noticeable from afar. The boy throws a piece of chips at Mingi, the latter catching it mid-air.

The rustling of your chair brings them out of their bubble. Minnie plops her elbows on the table, hand supporting her cheek as she lays it there, eyes staring at you amusingly. Mingi continues to catch Yeonjun’s chips, his attention now slightly focused on you. “How was the talk with professor Namjoon.”

“I need a favour to ask you.”

“Last time you asked for a favour we had to bail you from jail,” Mingi adds face void of any emotion causing Yeonjun to almost choke on the piece of chicken from his plate. Minnie reaches for his head hitting him hard on the back.

“That was four years ago for God’s sake.” You yell, a few students turning bothered by your loud voice disrupting their meal.

Slumping further into the seat, cheeks reddened from the heat of the sudden attention you gained you say quietly, “there is a course taking place this year and I would love if you could attend it.”

Mingi was the first to read the flyer once you push it in the middle of the old table. He hums a couple of times and gives you a thumbs up, unlike Minnie who scoffs.

“A whole semester? Y/N you know this is impossible to juggle this with our final project. As much as I would love to participate you know what you’re asking for is too much.”

You bite your lower lip remembering Namjoon’s words. “I know but professor Seojoon is organizing it, and don’t you think having him on our good side would mean a lot?”

Minnie shrugs and pops the strawberry into her mouth. “I understand, but it’s on Fridays. The only time I can spare for parties and clubs, and you’re asking me to spend it studying something I am not even remotely interested in?”

You turn towards Yeonjun knowing if he agrees Minnie will crumble under the pressure of your group. He scans it quickly and shakes his lightly head from left to right before agreeing to accompany you making Minnie collapse her shoulders in defeat.

“Fine but if it takes too much of my time I am signing out.”

“I love you guys so much.”

“Cut it with the sappy shit, I have piano lessons.” Yeonjun gets up telling you goodbye before he disappears in the ocean of students his pink hair no longer visible. A distant scream could be heard a few seconds after, “I love you too.”

You smile feeling the love of your friends.

“We love you too.” Mingi gets up and places a carton of freshly squeezed apple juice in front of you sending off a small smile. Just like Yeonjun, he’s gone.

                        -

Nose buried deep into the book; Taehyung tried his best to mute out his brother’s lame attempts of starting a conversation he never intended to finish. Legs resting on the polished marble table he did his very best to further fuel Seojoon’s irritation. The older one pacing back and forwards provoking Taehyung’s headache.

“If you would just listen to me.”

Kim Taehyung detested surprise, especially those he didn’t catch on early. This one though topped the cake. “There is no need to listen.”

“Quit being stubborn.”

“Oh, the irony.” Taehyung looked up catching his brother’s burning gaze,” contrary to your beliefs, I must say you are the one who’s stubborn here. When a person asks for space and time you give them that instead of forcing them, wait sorry what was the word again? Yeah, lightly pushing them into holding a course. One which they never asked for or showed the desire to hold.”

“You needed a little push in the right direction.”

“Arranging a one-year course isn’t a push you idiot,” Taehyung shouted; the book was long forgotten and tossed aside on his couch. His yell echoed in the empty room causing Seojoon’s to scowl. He found comfort in a small armchair adjacent to the marble table. “You can’t bury yourself in books and spend your days in the atelier. It’s not healthy Taehyung.”

“I don’t remember asking for advice.”

Seojoon was on the verge of giving up, letting the course get cancelled before it even happened hadn’t it been for the twelve people that signed up and Namjoon’s effort to recruit them.

“Look-“he takes a deep breath calming himself, “You can think of it as a one year course, but in reality, it’s eight months. When you count Christmas, New Year, Easter you can cut one month coming to seven months in total. I’ve gone all out for this course, please don’t make me go and explain to my higher-ups why it’s cancelled before it even started.”

Taehyung shut his eyes trying not to feed the growing frustration inside him. Seojoon takes the time to look at his brother, the embodiment of pain. The eyes that used to shine brightly at the sight of new opportunities were now dull and empty, almost as if his soul left the body. It tore him apart to see Taehyung like that, powerless and what added more to his pain was the inability to help him.  

“It’s been a year since I’ve held a class.”

“I know you Taehyung. You are a man of many talents and there is nothing that can convince me otherwise. You need to move forward and face the fear you’ve been holding onto. It’s been a year. Nobody will judge you.” Seojoon’s eyes soften as he walks up to his brother ruffling his hair, hoping that his sincerity got through to him.

“I don’t know Joon.”

Before Seojoon could even start talking Taehyung shakes his head and moves hurriedly reaching for the knob. Seojoon takes a step towards Taehyung, but he doesn’t even give him a chance to speak as he runs right out of the door leaving him alone in the atelier.

The water drips from Taehyung’s wet hair down his face creating a false comfort, the sound of water coated a perfect cover to hide his emotional baggage. It became a habit of his to seek solace in the bathtub surrounded by lavender soaps that Yuna bought. A tradition carried on from their mother to them. The scent took Taehyung back into his childhood spent in his family home in Busan. Carefree of responsibilities and the heavy burden the world carried.

He recalls the delicate touch of his mother’s fingers untangling his locks while singing Elvis’s song can’t help falling in love. Her voice heartening Taehyung as he wept over a dispute he had with his second brother Hyungsik. The vivid memory of his mother placing a kiss on the crown of his head before wiping away the tears from his cheeks.

“Siblings are there to teach you about life,” she whispers softly, “They teach you what it means to be kind, to be fair and to know you will not always be right. They teach you about teamwork, conflict resolution and most importantly Tae they teach you what it is to love and to be loved.”

Opening the door of Seojoon’s study, Taehyung is greeted with a sight to behold. Leaning against the door frame he watches Yuna and Hyungsik dancing in the middle of the muddled room, furniture pushed aside to create more room. They attempted to follow Yuna’s new choreography, Seojoon’s seated in the leather armchair grading assignments although he would glance up occasionally laughing at the duo. More like laugh at Hyungsik’s failed attempts but he didn’t need to know that. Noticing Taehyung’s presence, Yuna runs over linking their arms and pulls him forward oblivious to the slight tension between him and Seojoon.

“Idol my ass, “she scoffs at a gasping Hyungsik, “Taehyungie I need a dance partner for my new choreography. Hyungsik can’t even learn the basics.”

“Not my fault the younger generation goes overboard with their dances and outfits and singing. In my time we relied on our charms, and not how you call it? Fairy ending? What is even that?”

“It’s when idols finish the song, and the camera pans on of them giving them some more love and screen time. Right?” Taehyung looks at Yuna for approval. She places Taehyung’s hand over her shoulder, linking her arms around his waist while he kisses her temple and puts his cheek on top of her head.

“Admit it you’ve gotten old Hyungsik.” Seojoon derides.

That was enough to motivate Hyungsik to crack his fingers and reach for the tablet, “Give me the goddamn tablet. I’ll show you who’s old.” burying his nose into the gadget, he replays the video repeatedly.

By the time he made it through the first segment of the dance, Taehyung was sure he could blindly replicate the choreography himself.

“Couldn’t you ask one of your professors or other idols in training to help you?” Taehyung asks as the two observe Hyungsik’s rusty moves.

“One friend is busy finishing school projects and Jungkook-a has too many events lined up to help. I haven’t seen him since last Friday and I don’t feel comfortable asking Jimin-ssi to practice with me.”

“Isn’t he your professor?”

“Yes and no. He helps the idols which have already debuted in our entertainment company, that’s Jungkook. Jimin-ssi does occasionally step in when other professors are prevented from teaching. But his job is being a full-time professor at the EQ Royal Dance Academy.”

Taehyung nods, the information flying over his head as Hyungsik messes up a move and topples to the floor. He erupts into fits of laugher for the first time in weeks and Seojoon is suddenly reminded what’s it like to be happy. He knew bringing Yuna home for the weekend would do Taehyung some good. The sight warms his heart, his siblings bickering loudly, breathing some life into the old room. Resting the assignments on the nearby table, he sits up to join them. Catching Taehyung’s gaze he looks towards the boy, brows raised.

“I’ve thought about it and-” Taehyung stops for a second, but Seojoon’s soft gaze prompts him to continue. “I’ll take the job.”

“Well, you better get ready because it starts in two hours.”

“What?!”

                       -

There were many ways you could spend your Friday night, like partying for instance yet here you are sitting in your car listening to Minnie whining. Mingi’s soul stuck somewhere on his iPod the second he set foot in the car, his head bobbing to the music blasting from his AirPods. Yeonjon was the only one not present. Due to his idol actives, he was held back by his vocal coach, but he promised to be there for the second lecture.

Placing your analogue camera on the desk, you tug your hair into a ponytail mentally preparing yourself for two hours of dullness. Minnie sits to your right while Mingi takes the chair to your left. The three of you seating yourselves in the front of the classroom, Namjoon’s words bunch of nerds playing in your head.

Shaking the thought away you see the watch tick eight pm as the door swings open.

When Namjoon told you professor Seojoon’s brother would hold the course you had expected a man either older than him or somewhere around his age, not a handsome make you take a double look type of a man; two or three years older than you.

His features were nothing short of a Greek god. He stood head and shoulders over you even when you were seated, confidence radiating from every fibre of his being as adjusts his bag over his shoulder. Pushing his brown curls away from his face he allows you to look at it. Perhaps you were exaggerating but you never saw such a gorgeous man. Straightening himself up you take notice of his attire for tonight’s lecture. An orange blazer draped over a white shirt brought out his sun-kissed complexion paired with the same-coloured trousers. A type of anonymity laced itself with every step he took in your direction, his stare a mixture of coldness and determination.

He comes forward, eyes scanning each one of you before he sets his gaze on you. It lingers there for a second, his expression unreadable before he breaks it.

“Hello, my name is Kim Taehyung and I’ll be your lecturer for this course.”

For the first time, you see Mingi’s focus entirely on Taehyung. His presence demanded to be felt and a part of you was sure he knew it. Taking the camera in his hand he turns towards you.

“I assume you have at least once taken a photo, whether with your phones or camera. Moreover, I am positive you have attempted to make an aesthetic photo for your Instagram feed. How many of you were successful?” laughter filled the lecture hall,” The goal of this lecture isn’t to make a photographer out of you nor to help you improve your skills. The point is to make you fall in love with photography. The rest will come easy.”

He walks around the desk and opens an old leather binder. Walking towards your table he places it in front of Mingi allowing the three of you to peek at the content of it. There neatly stored in a plastic sheet were his photos. Mingi pushes the portfolio in front of you, allowing easier access to both Minnie and you. Slowly leafing through the pictures, you stop in total awe. Eyes trailing over a simple photo of a ray field, caught somewhere in later November or early December judging by the snow. The contrast was striking, the clash of the colours and the depth of field creating an imaginary line between the ray and the sky.

Taehyung observes your dumbfounded expression, intrigued by your sudden amazement he ambles to your side. He rakes over the photo, which was a thereby sheer mistake, panic rushing through him. In a reckless attempt to stop you from further prying into the photos he grasps the portfolio out of your hold knocking over your camera in the process. It hits the floor shattering the lens into pieces, the film rolling down until it stops near his feet. Cursing himself for his abrupt action, he looks at you. Your eyes drift from the broken camera to Taehyung’s face.

He hurriedly squats picking the pieces, analysing the damage. Beyond repair.

“I am so sorry. I-” he says placing the parts on your table trying to come up with more words of apology.

“It’s alright.” You shuffle awkwardly in your seat not liking the spotlight put on you.

“I’ll be sure to repay you the coasts of a new camera.”

You shake your head; the camera was already outdated, and you were sure Sunmi would let you borrow her digital one from the gallery. “It’s fine.”

Taehyung puts his lips into a thin line, the confidence he marched beginning to leave his body. Although you showed no anger or resentment towards him, he still felt the need to apologize. Swallowing the awkward moment, he paces towards the centre.

“Today we will start with simple terms such as ISO, Aperture and Shutter speed. Three things you should get familiar with.”

Fetching his Nikon camera from the case he turns it around. Swirling the button on the upper part of the camera he adjusts the mode to manual. Pushing another button towards himself the camera shows three circles in the middle of the screen.

“The first circle is shutter speed. That’s the speed at which the light of a camera sensor is exposed to light when taking a photo. Slow shutter speed captures the blur of subjects in motion. It’s valuable for night and landscape photography. On the other hand, high speed allows you to freeze a single millisecond in time.”

Pointing to the middle circle he continues. “This is an aperture, the opening through which light passes through the lens to enter the camera. Its size can be modified to control how much light reaches the sensor.”

Lastly, he shows you the third button. “ISO represents the sensor’s sensitivity to the light. The higher the number, the more information will be captured in other words the picture will be brighter.”

Taehyung fumbles with the camera for a few seconds before he focuses it on you and with a click and shutter of light, he takes your photo. With no time to recover you feel a blush creep at the thought of how the picture turned out. “As you can see this is the perfect setting for the indoor portrait. Now if we put the shutter speed high and the ISO low-“

He again takes a picture of you turning the camera screen to the students. The photo was dark, your features barely visible but still your figure could be distinguished. “This is an underexposed photo. Now if we set the shutter speed to let’s say 1/40 and places the ISO high-“

Expecting his move this time, you look up at the camera. Taehyung halts his action for a slight second before he presses the button. Looking at the photo, the brightness is overbearing. “This is an overexposed photo.”

He places the camera in front of Mingi, Minnie and you allowing you to take your time and compare the three photos he took. “Why am I showing you this? Because for your next assignment that’s what you will do. You will take three photos of the same object. The object you choose should be something that left a great impact on you. That can be your family, your friends or an inanimate object such as phones, books etc. The choice is yours.”

Pulling out stacks of paper he leaves them on the corner of his desk.” These here are today’s study notes. I don’t expect you to write down notes while in the class, but I do expect you to finish your assignments. That will be all for today.”

The students began leaving the room each taking one paper, Taehyung stood there, hands in his pocket looking through every pupil that passed by. Minnie was first in line, her flirt mode on. You see them exchange a few words, Minnie’s behaviour suddenly going from sweet to sour in seconds. You dally your way to the desk aware of his gaze burning holes in the side of your head.

“Sorry, Y/N was it?” You peek up not expecting him to spare you a second let alone address you.

“Yeah?”

Taehyung scratches the back of his neck awkwardly.” I am sorry for what happened to your camera. I know you said it’s fine, but I feel responsible for it. I would feel better if you let me repay you by buying a new camera or at least participating in the coasts.”

“No, really it’s fine.” You laugh as you say it for the fourth time today.” I will borrow my sister’s camera for the course. If I do find myself in a need to buy a new camera, I will let you know.”

Before Taeyhung could protest you nod politely and leave the room. Biting his lip, he couldn’t help to feel bad about the wreck he made knowing full well how much an analogue camera costs nowadays. Taking the Nikon one from your table he swipes through the photos deleting each one before he pauses on the last one. It was the first black and white photo he took of you.

Your eyes were focused on Taehyung, although taken aback by the light they held their composure your mouth pulled into an affiliative smile. The white light made your baby hair stand out in the black background. For an unexplained reason, Taehyung felt a small tug, one he couldn’t pinpoint the meaning of. Shutting off his camera, he exhales through his nose and throws the bag over his shoulder.

The first lecture was done, thirty-three to go.

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