#my love for rrr will never fade

[iam-siriuslysher-lokid]

me: *thinking*

everyone else: *continue w their daily lives*

me: I think I should watch rrr

*watched rrr for like 30th time in total, 5 times just this 2023*

[onlyswan]

summary: in which you drive jungkook mad but you make his heart beat.

idol!jungkook x f!reader, est. relationship / fluff, suggestive, a pinch of angst / word count: 5k

content/warnings: tried sumn different so this is mainly from jungkook’s pov :D !! drummer!oc ur so cool & i’m stealing u from ur bf 🏃— mention of a 10 yr age gap between jk & a guy who likes oc (he’s hella pissed off) ; mentions of (car) s^x ; allusion to a bl^wj^b ; jk just got home from tour & oc is tipsy, needy, & dramatic as hell T_T ; oc /briefly/ touches jk while he’s driving & he /nearly/ loses his shit & crashes the car (he doesn’t) (i’m kidding) + to the anon who wanted to jk’s cheek scar to get a kissy here u go 🥺

> in which masterlist!

note: oc is so shot glass of tears coded especially in this… i’m glad i’m posting this after golden came out just so i could say it 🥰 this takes place after this drabble sooo the end of oct 2018 <3 if u’ve read the prev drabble too, this was when jk said those exact words in the past 🥺 wrote this in the middle of hell week so i was half out of my mind :'] as always feedback & reblogs rrr always appreciated !! 🥺

—

jungkook loves the sound of rain— the gentle knocks on every surface of the earth has always been a lullaby even during daylight.

tonight is a different story, however. it is defeaning, terrifying even. he can barely see what is infront of him, spare the occasional headlights blazing across the slippery roads. his umbrella is being stolen away by the harsh gusts of wind and the mud stains on his sneakers are well-hidden by the plain black.

and yes, he is tired; and yes, this is hard, but that is the end of it.

you’re exactly where you told him you’d wait, far behind the edge of the roof where the rainwater falls from and splashes on the ground. you stand out in his blue oversized shirt, one that he purposely left behind in your closet so he could have something else to wear when he sleeps over.

you’re too busy typing on your phone to see him crossing the parking lot; he feels his very own vibrate in the pocket of his sweatpants. however, his giddy smile fades when a man exits through the entrance door and approaches you with a red umbrella. his strides become slightly hurried then, as he watches you politely decline it with that heart-fluttering smile of yours everybody adores.

“oh no, really, i’m fine. you might need it later! my boyfriend is already coming to pick me up anyway.”

jungkook acts cool. he tucks his hand in the pocket of his sweatpants, tries to make himself appear bigger because he realizes that he would be inches shorter than the man if not for the platforms of his shoes.

“____, baby!”

upon hearing your name coming from the lips of your lover, your face lights up even brighter.

“jungkook!”

you greet him with an embrace, jumping into his arms before he can properly set down his umbrella on the ground.

“yah, yah-yah! be careful!” he chuckles as he wraps his arms around your waist to catch you, peering down to check how high your boots are for you to be running and jumping around freely.

“hey, i’m going back inside- there’s more customers coming in. make it home safe, alright?”

the stranger tries to catch your attention, and jungkook’s protectiveness swiftly kicks in when he lays a hand on you and slides it down to your lower back. your boyfriend turns you away from the unprompted touch by pulling your body closer to his side, and he is unable to control how his eyebrows knit together in annoyance.

he wasn’t planning on giving much thought to the presence of a man around you. he knows better than that. but he has never heard about this one, which raises the question of who the fuck is he to freely touch you like that?

“oh- alright! thank you, jun!”

“you better take care of ____, man. it’s dangerous around here during this time.”

he receives a rather heavy and condescending pat on the shoulder, and so, with his annoyance bubbling worse, he wears a passive aggressive smile on his face.

“yeah, of course i am,”

jun’s nostrils flare as he witnesses you sneakily slide your hands underneath jungkook’s hoodie in search of warmth.

“i’m here now, so there’s no need to worry about my girlfriend anymore.”

he nods, then forces himself to smile. “that’s good, then.”

“yeah, thanks. we’re leaving.”

“oh, okay. have a nice night!”

“you too,”

he turns on his heel and returns inside the busy establishment— but not before jungkook made sure that he saw the bruises on his knuckles that he got from his boxing sessions.

his jaw clenches as he glares at the door.

is he being petty? sure, to hell with that. he doesn’t care. he’s always been one to trust his gut, and he has a bad feeling.

he is met by a love-drunk smile when his undivided attention is at last given to you, in the form of fond eyes and affectionate strokes of your hair.

“who was that?”

“eh, new bartender,” you shrug with disinterest. “hm, i think he’s 31…? he’s nice but he keeps talking about wrestling.”

he raises an eyebrow at the mention of his age, while your lips form a sad pout.

what the hell? he thought he would be 25 at most.

“the tv has been in the same channel for the past two weeks because of him. it’s all i’ve been seeing! i don’t like it-” you whine in distress, quite frankly, a little traumatized.

an endeared smile is coaxed out of him at your adorableness, how your speech is a little slurred and how you’re looking at him like you’re begging him to do something about it.

“makes me nervous,”

his dominant hand closes into a fist.

if he only he had known. should’ve fucking punched the guy, give him a taste of what he seems to be a huge fan of.

“let’s watch something calming when we get home, how about that?”

you nod your head, eyes that twinkle with eagerness fluttering shut when he leans in for a much awaited kiss. how sweet, he feels a little more alive than before. he can smell it, even taste it— the peach margarita you started sipping on before the band’s first set. concocted by jun, he presumes. he pulls away with a small smile, licking his lips for the traces of you that clung to him.

out of the blue, you burst into a fit of giggles, weak knees buckling as your weight crashes on him.

“i missed you!”

“babe, are you seriously drunk?” he chuckles, holding you with a secure grip around your torso.

“maaaybe tipsy…? i was pretending not to be.” you stand on your tip-toes to nuzzle your face against his neck, mumbling sheepishly. “only trust you.”

—

“i should’ve accepted the umbrella.” you grunt childishly, body going limp on jungkook’s back, except for the arm holding up the umbrella that shields the both of you from the pouring rain.

“yah!” he scolds you, clearly not pleased with the words that just came from your mouth. “what does that mean?”

“i’m embarrassed! they’re probably feeling bad for you.”

the last sentence comes out as a whisper, pertaining to the side glances you’ve been attracting from strangers as you make your way to your boyfriend’s car.

unfortunately, he had to park somewhere far because the restobar’s parking lot was already full.

you jokingly complained about staining your white boots with dirt and mud, but you instantly regretted it when he bent down, signalling you to ride on his back without an ounce of hesitation.

“our shoulders always get wet when we share an umbrella,” he said. “if i carry you, wouldn’t it be better?”

“embarrassing? some would even say romantic!”

something peculiar happens then— when your lips ghost over his left cheek, planting an affectionate kiss there that lasts for seconds. you pull away with a smacking sound, giggly and bubbly, might be his favorite version of you.

“i love you,” you hum, grasping the umbrella upright before it could tip over.

he doesn’t know if you did it on purpose or not, kissing him precisely where his scar is, but his heart jumps in his chest when he feels it begin to throb.

as if the wound from his childhood has come alive. as if, once again, he is bleeding as he glares at his older brother, and he still wants to play games on the computer oblivious to the fact that it would leave a permanent scar, a brand new landmark on his body.

you mistake his silence for something else.

you frown, warm breath tickling his neck as you quietly ask. “are you still mad at me?”

he sighs, vision landing on the ground as his walking pace slows down. “no? i was wrong. i shouldn’t have questioned your decision in the first place… why would i be mad?”

you started playing the drums for your friend’s band two months ago, just as soon as he left for tour. you volunteered after witnessing how distraught they were when their drummer vanished without a trace. he learned that it used to be a hobby of yours from childhood until early teenage years, playing the drums, but it was robbed from you when your father took his instruments with him when he abandoned your home for another.

he was pleasantly surprised when he learned about it, recounted all the times your hands and fingers were drumming on any sort of surface and his head naturally bopped to the beat, but then again, you never brought it up.

isn’t ____ so cool? he would proudly say when he flaunts you to his friends, even the protocol team, who have never seen him so happy.

three times a week, from nine in the evening until midnight, your phone was propped up on an empty table infront of the stage, and him, on the other side of the globe, excitedly watched you from backstage while he was getting ready for their own show. some other times, he was in his hotel room, or the private jet. his patience has been tested by crappy wifi, nosy and noisy people, and his earphones that stopped working while you looked insanely attractive grooving to ‘why’d you only call me when you’re high?’ as you effortlessly played the drums. he showered you with compliments as you did for him. you’re working hard so he must do the same.

he arrived home from tour the other day, spent the rest of its hours sleeping. yesterday, he waited for you at school and then at work like a lost puppy, slept on your bed (if he’s being honest, the two of you didn’t do much sleeping) then woke up at 9am for work.

and he tried his best, he really did, to get out of the company early enough to catch you playing a song or two. after all, it was your last day at the job.

much as you enjoyed reconnecting with an old flame— loved the overflowing tips that came from those who were amazed by your talent (well, there were also those who were just trying to get into your pants), the moment that the old drummer got down on his knees begging to be taken back by his best friends, just like how you became a part of the band, you voluntarily stepped down.

jungkook didn’t agree with this decision. he didn’t understand why you’d sacrifice something that makes you happy for a person who fucked up and wasted what they had. you went back and forth over it on the phone until you cried, told him that it wasn’t easy for you, and he couldn’t hold you in his arms or kiss your face. he could only apologize, and it even felt insincere doing it through a screen.

maybe he’s only relieved that you no longer need to be around a man an entire decade older than he is, who is obviously interested in you and serves you alcohol drinks. no, that doesn’t sit right with him. he needs jun, or whatever the fuck his true name is, to stay very far away from his baby.

“i’m just sad that i never got to watch you perform in person.”

you rest your cheek on his shoulder, heavy eyelids slowly blinking as the headlights of a black van blindsides you.

what the fuck. too bright.

“me too…”

—

“i’m bored,” you release a dramatic sigh, stealing a glimpse of jungkook at the driver’s seat, just to see if you caught his attention like you intended.

his eyes are trained on the dashboard, however, focused on the navigation guide displayed on his phone. he isn’t very familiar with this part of the city. it took him more than an hour to arrive at the address you sent him, including the time he spent in the middle of traffic.

“forty-eight minutes, then we can do whatever you want.”

“whatever i want?”

he slows down the car, briefly turning his head to find you expectantly looking at him with wide, hopeful eyes.

“of course,” he laughs, taking one hand off the wheel to squish your cheeks together. “just tell me what it is, baby.”

he doesn’t catch the sad look that flashes across your face after you lose his touch.

“then i’ll tell you when i figure out what i want,” you say quietly.

“i thought you already had something in mind?”

“nope,” you answer with yet another sigh.

you choose to stare out the window in silence, body completely slumping into your seat in defeat.

jungkook’s senses are sharp, or he likes to believe so. “are you okay?”

“i’m okay,”

“you sure?”

“hmm,” you hum curtly, and then you close your eyes, so he decides not to press further despite wanting to.

he meets a red traffic light not long after that. and so, he hurriedly grabs the black fleece blanket in the backseat. he envelopes you in it, crossing the distance between you to softly press his lips onto yours for a goodnight kiss. he feels you respond, albeit lazily, and he smirks cockily when you lift yourself up to chase him for one more, please— desperately, to get your fill of goodnight kisses from the many nights that you missed it.

the time seems to tick excruciatingly slow now that you’re quiet. a minute is multiplied by a hundred. the steady rhythm of your breathing keeps him sane throughout dark avenues and encounters with reckless drivers of the midnight scene.

he missed you. he missed you so much, and he knows that you’re tired from university, and tutoring high school students in english, and playing the drums for more than two hours… but he selfishly wishes that you’re awake right now so he can make up for the two months that you were apart.

be careful of what you wish for, they said.

jungkook should know better by now.

“i can’t sleep,” he hears you whisper in a dulcet tone that indirectly tells him you’re in need of some love… but he isn’t given the chance to act upon that request because you’re already all over what it is that you need.

he swallows thickly, glancing down at your hand that has somehow found its way to his inner thigh— zeroing in on your red nails, can feel them faintly grazing his skin.

you’re so pretty. everywhere.

even when naked and bare.

no, especially. it’s all he can think about.

he can draw you from memory.

“____,” he utters your name through gritted teeth, heart beginning to race a thousand miles per second in his chest.

the effect of your teasing touch is instantaneous, slowly inching closer and closer to where his growing erection is. his eyes remain focused on the road, but he fears that he’ll start thinking with his dick soon if you carry on with this act a few seconds longer.

“shit, not now, baby- please- not while i’m driving.”

your bottom lip is caught between your teeth, poorly concealing a self-satisfied smirk, and you pretend not to hear a single word from his plea.

a minx, that’s what you are, always causing trouble and blurring lines in his eyes.

“____, i’m not joking around. don’t make me mad-”

his warning is cut short by-

“fuck�� fuck,” he curses, filter flying out the window once he feels you tracing the outline of his hard-on, the feather-light touch of your fingers smoothly gliding across the fabric of his sweatpants, and he completely loses it when your soft palm caresses his cock, so gentle that it feels almost innocent.

okay, so he couldn’t feel it because you weren’t skin-to-skin, but he knows that your hands are soft, can feel his imagination running wilder because he has memorized the way they feel on most parts of his body.

you’re so incredibly nasty and evil for this— squeezing him lightly, taking advantage of how sensitive he’s gotten, making him tremble as pleasure shoots up his spine. his breath stutters in his lungs and he unconsciously pushes harder on the gas.

and although it means fighting every fiber of his being that painfully yearns for more, he seizes your wrist in an iron grip, placing your hand over the gearstick while his sits heavy on top of yours.

“____! behave! you’re going to get us killed!”

he watches you jut out your bottom lip through the rearview mirror, eyes hazy with lust staring down at where your hand used to be, and then his handsome face. he is evidently flushed, honey skin dusted with a rosy pink. all the way to the tips of his ears, down to his neck.

while he’s driving? really?

doesn’t this only happen in wet dreams?

you are not real.

“then pull over,” you plead. “please?”

he releases a shaky breath. you’re always so needy with alcohol in your system, drove him into total insanity while he couldn’t be here to give you what you wanted.

“no, you need to learn how to be patient… told you we can do whatever you want when we get home, right?”

wrong move.

the silence returns, and just when he thought that you went back to your journey to slumber, the sound of your sniffles fill the car.

jungkook’s heart breaks into a million pieces.

also, he wants to slam his head against the steering wheel.

you make it so fucking hard to resist you; you always get what you want. it becomes much harder when he is the subject of your desire and he loves being loved.

“haven’t i been patient enough…? i missed you so much.”

“and i missed you too!” he brings your intertwined hands to his lips, pressing them on your skin. “fuck, you have no idea how much… please, don’t cry.”

“then pull over,” you stubbornly insist, and he is so close to driving this car into a lamp post. “fuck me at the backseat.”

“can’t,” he mumbles, sounding almost pained, and he is. he wants you so bad, it hurts. “we’re going to have to do it without protection.”

“what do you mean?” you exclaim.

you rip your hand away from his, not wasting time in unlocking the glove compartment, and a sound of sheer disappointment escapes from your mouth as you collapse back on your seat.

“jungkook, i hate you!”

“well right now i hate myself too!” he cries out in frustration. “i didn’t have the time to buy more, okay?”

“and there’s not one in your wallet?”

“babe, are you serious?!”

“what?!”

somehow, his hands still expertly swivels the steering wheel as the car meets a curve.

but he feels dizzy. the ghost of your touch is still there, a promise of carnal pleasure unfulfilled.

“stop the car,” you say out of the blue, rather calmly, and that terrifies the shit out of him.

he swallows the lump in his throat, eyes switching between you and the road in panic. “huh?”

“i said stop the car, i’m stepping out.”

“babe, come on,” he moans, ruined and tormented. he reaches for your hand but you scoot further away from him, and he ignores the way his heart drops to his stomach as he kneads your exposed thigh instead. “please, don’t be like this. i just got home.”

“jungkook! if you don’t let me get off this car right now, i swear!”

the urgency embedded in your threatening voice leaves your boyfriend with no choice but to pull over to the side of the street as soon as he gets the chance.

he carries on to unbuckle his seatbelt.

“baby, stop being stu-”

he tries to reach for you, but he is rudely ignored as you hop off the car and slam the door shut on his face.

“…bborn…”

he blinks.

he inhales. he exhales.

and then he buries his face in his hands to scream… as quietly as possible.

“what the fuck was in that margarita?!”

—

jungkook steps out of the car worried sick about you. now wearing a black bucket hat, his head whips in different directions in search for the familiar shape of your body, your hair, your shirt that is his, anything.

his arm rests on top of the car door, the other on the roof, fingers drumming on it anxiously as he chews on his bottom lip.

there are mostly restaurants here, it seems. some are already closed, some are still lights on. not far away, he hears a karaoke place bursting with music and laughter. he looks up and he finds that the night sky remains barren of stars; there’s no guidance from the heavens that will lead him to you.

except for the sound of your sweet voice calling out his name.

he turns around, and he knows it’s going to sound extremely silly, but damn, you make his life feel like a movie— because you’re jogging towards him, and the universe begins moving in slow motion. perhaps it is to prevent him from falling on his knees in relief, because he genuinely thought that you already went home on your own like the stubborn brat that you are.

“____, where did you go?! you can’t just run off like that! seriously, that was not nice!”

“i forgot my wallet!” you squeal as you halt infront of him, slapping your forehead as a way to scold yourself. “i found a hotteok cart!”

his anger quickly dissipitates. he scans your face, mouth agape in bewilderment.

you, screaming at him to stop the car because there was a sighting of your favorite snack? makes sense.

he dishes out the wallet from his pocket. “wha- i thought you… you didn’t have money?”

you shake your head to answer his question.

“then how are you already eating?”

you take another bite from the hot hotteok you’re holding in a paper cup, and then you shrug.

“i was already eating when i realized it,” you point at yourself, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “so he let me run back here. does it look like this face would steal?”

“you’re impossible!” he bursts out laughing, the unique sound of his joy harmonizing with the mundane noises of the city.

he is thoroughly amused and in awe of your undeniable charm never failing to work its magic. if you just gave it a shot, you might be even better at him at his job.

you’re pliant as he captures your wrist, tugging you away with him so he can lock the car.

“i bought three, by the way.” you note as the two of you start walking, with you clinging to his side. “the last three then mister can go home.”

you put the hotteok near his mouth, and he pauses to take a big bite. “have you even had dinner?”

“just the four margaritas- they were yummy! or was it five?”

he clicks his tongue in disappointment, but he doesn’t get to say anything more about it because you’ve reached the hotteok cart, and he’s already handing the vendor the money.

“thank you!” he bows his head politely as he accepts the remaining two you mentioned earlier, handing them over to you.

“no, this is yours.” you speak with tenderness, giving back one of the cups to him. “then we’ll split the third one. it’s really good!”

the vendor secretly watches the interaction with a fond smile as he packs up to finally, finally end his long day working at the busy streets of seoul.

—

you’re sat together on the hood of jungkook’s car as you share a midnight snack. with caring hands, you rip the hotteok apart in perfect halves, offering the other to your lover. he accepts it in between his teeth.

“do you want drums as your christmas gift?”

“love,” you search for the words to say as you chew the food in your mouth. “i can barely fit in my apartment. where am i going to put a drum set…? not to mention that i can’t even cry without my neighbor hearing it.”

his shoulders drop in dejection, and you rub your boyfriend’s back in an attempt to comfort him.

“you must really want to see me play, don’t you?”

“i’m dying to,” he says in pure jungkook fashion, tone dramatic and thick with an accent that is entirely his. “i can’t believe there were regulars who saw you every night, while i, your boyfriend, didn’t even see you once…! even that fucking bartender… this- this can’t be right! do you think this makes sense? no, right?”

“aw, my baby,” you coo at him, jutting out your bottom lip as you tenderly cup his face.

“i don’t trust him, by the way,” he scoffs. “as much as possible, stay away from him when you visit, alright…? if i see him touching you one more time, i don’t know what i’ll end up doing to him.”

“i don’t like him either,” you giggle. “so that’s easy.”

he stares at your bloodshot eyes. damn it, you haven’t sobered up.

“____, i’m serious. he’s weird. i’m worried about you but i can’t always be here to protect you.”

you blink at him innocently. “i am too! serious!”

“you promise me?”

“i promise!”

he nods, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he gets lost in the sea of his own thoughts. “i should talk to your friends about this, too. is that okay?”

“if that will ease your mind,” you half-smile, heart fluttering in your chest because you feel so cherished.

comfortable silence follows suit.

the hotteok is still soft and warm and sweet. if your love had to be delivered to his doorstep, it would in the form of your favorite food.

he sighs to gain more of your sympathy, basking in the attention he’s receiving from you. he missed this. he missed you. he sounds like a broken record, but it’s true.

“come ooon, don’t be sad! i’ll make it up to you! but it’s a surprise!”

“surprise?” he eyes you with suspicion. “what surprise?”

“just trust me, alright?”

you poke his cheek where his dimples are, and you witness them pop out as he copies your contagious smile.

“can i make a guess?”

“nope!”

you fit the remaining piece of your hotteok in your mouth, jumping off the hood of the car. you stand before him as you wipe your hands clean with a small paper napkin.

“don’t you dare. if you guess it right then my plans will be ruined!”

—

you’re back on the passenger seat to travel the remaining twenty-seven minutes to your apartment.

jungkook melts into the tenderness of your touch as he drives. you’re tracing the toned muscles of his arms; stroking his hair, his face, and the smell of the sticky brown sugar from the hotteok still lingers on your skin.

“when are you going to start getting tattoos?” you wonder out loud as he intertwines your fingers together on top of his thigh. “i think you’d look so pretty.”

“i’m planning on it.”

his heart skips a beat at the thought of you remembering that he wants his skin artfully inked as you absentmindedly distracted yourself with it.

he licks his lips, smiling as he looks over at you. “you really think so? pretty?”

“hm, hot, too,” you stick your tongue out playfully, and he snorts out a laugh. “but as long as you’re happy, then nothing else matters.”

“of course- wait, yah! you still need to eat dinner.” he reminds you once he recognizes the path you’re taking.

a grocery store is not more than a kilometer away, if his memory serves him right.

“what do you want? i don’t mind cooking.”

“for you to fuck me, that’s what i want. you won’t mind that, too?”

oh my fucking god.

he wishes you were passed out drunk instead so he wouldn’t have to suffer this battle between self-control and his insatiable appetite for you.

“baby, aren’t you still sore from this morning?”

“a little,” he notices you squeezing your thighs together from his peripheral, and along with it, the bruises on your knees from when you worshipped his body last night. “but i want you.”

your giggles in reaction to him frustratedly running his fingers through his hair seems to only fuel the dirty thoughts in his head. he uncomfortably shifts in his seat to adjust himself.

“can you just bring it up when we get near your house? you’re killing me over here!”

“but why? i’m having fun.” you bring your tangled hands over to your side, peppering the back of his hand with innocent kisses. “i love you. you’re so cute.”

“are you… are you seriously calling me cute after what you just asked me to fuck you?”

his disbelief is challenged by your amusement.

“why not? being one dimensional? boring. being different things all at once? sexy.”

jungkook doesn’t need to see you play the drums to know that you are the only one capable of making his heart beat like this. to feel it pounding, it turns out there’s another way besides performing, he can just be alone with you. a different type of addictive exhilaration. he isn’t at the top of the world; he free falls as it revolves around you.

you always know the right words to say, because right now, he is preening. he’s wearing a big smile, the kind that looks like he’s laughing, but he’s not— almost. the kind that reaches his eyes, shapes them into little crescent moons.

how did he get so lucky?

rehearsals in the morning be damned, he will be fucking you good all night.

you make a noise of confusion when the car swerves into the trees at the side of the road.

“what are we doing here?”

jungkook only spares you a glance. “get in the backseat, baby.”

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[lotus-n-l0ve]

𝐇𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐞? 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐭? 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐞?

— Ram (RRR) x Female Reader

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ : Your husband doesn't love you or does he? (I suck at writing synopsis 🥲)

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ : Simp Ram, drunk Ram, make out in the end, kissing, neck kisses, 2.3k words.

ɴᴏᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʟᴏᴛᴜꜱ : I know the title doesn't match the fic that much but I can't think of anything. I originally never planned on writing anything about Ram but this one is for @afortoru . I'm soooooooo sorry mamma for the long wait. Hope you like it. Enjoy ♡

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 // 𝐑𝐑𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

'I've fixed your marriage with Alluri Sitarama Raju, a junior of mine. The marriage will take place after a month. I hope you have no problem with it."

Those were the words your father told about a month ago and in an blink of an eye you were now married to a man who you have never seen before, talked to or heard of before. You had dreams, marrying someone who would love you dearly. After all Shri Hari would never choose the wrong person for you.

But Ram? He was not one of those husbands who ordered their wife around, use them for their own pleasure and even beat their wives. But the problem is he is too distant. In the past week of marriage with him, you barely saw him home. Always leaving before you wake up and coming home after you had gone to sleep. You felt like you were living alone.

You sighed as teared your eyes from the book on your lap and looked at the clock. It was already past midnight and Ram still wasn't home but today you will not sleep till he comes back home. You were determined to talk about his distance and hopefully come to a middle ground.

The clock hit one as a chain of fading sound unstable footsteps became clear. It was coming from the front door and your suspension was proven right when a thud sound, like something heavy hitting the door, came from the front door.

You got up from the the couch and walked up to the door, leaving your book resting on the low table. You unlocked the opened it only enough to peek outside. A uncontrollable gasp left you when you saw Ram, your husband, leaning his body on a pillar of the porch. His hand clutching his head and his body on the verge on fainting.

"Ram?" You swung the door open and rushed to help him lean on you.

Wrapping an arm around his waist you stumbled to living room and made him lie on the couch, wondering to yourself what on earth happened to him. Ram lied on there groaning in pain.

You quickly gathered a bowl of water, cleath clothes and the first-aid kit and yourself sat on the couch by his waist. You stared at him, in concern and in hasistation. Concern because there were small bruises, cuts and even little splatter of blood all over his body and clothes. And Hasistate because to mend his would you would have to take of his shirt and that felt too intimate.

Ahhh. Whatever! I'm not doing anything wrong. I'm just trying to help him and he is my husband not other man.

You thought to yourself before your trembling hand reached out to the top button of his uniform. Just as your were about to open it a hand shot out to stop yours, making you startled back.

"What do you think you are doing?" He murmured as his honey eyes stared at your, unsteady and barely kept open, "Do you know that I'm a married man?"

Is he drunk?

"Well Mr. Ram I have to take your shirt to mend your wounds." You say sarcastically, hoping that he would let you do so without any more trouble.

"Wounds?" He asked and you nodded back. He stared you for a few minutes before releasing your hand, "Okay. Only for that okay? Don't try anything funny. I can fight."

You mumble a quiet 'okay' and undo his shirt. Just as you had assumed there were tiny scratches all over his torso. You dipped the clean cloth in the water and began to clean him up, starting from his face.

"Do you know how pretty my wife is?" Ram said, breaking the silence in the room. You fought to keep your cheeks from heating up. He definitely is drunk.

"How beautiful?" You whispered, sound refusing to come out.

"How beautiful?" He smiled like a idiot, eyes averting to the ceiling, "She is like Goddess Lakshmi on earth. Her eyes, face, hair is like jewels and laugh is like Goddess Saraswati's vina's melody. The food she cooks is like Amrit."

If you were not blushing before, you surely are now. So he did eat the food you always left on table for him. You could have even imagined that Ram thinks of you like that. A greedy hope bubbled up in your heart.

"You are saying all that but you toh never even look her way." You say as you drop the now dirty cloth in the bowl and pick up the ointment tube. You wanted to know he actually felt about you. If he did like you then why was he so distant.

Ram released a tired sigh at your words, "Trust me when I say I don't like this either. Her father is F/N L/N, a trustee of the British. He suddenly married her of to a lowly Indian like me who is fighting for his people and that's suspicious. I don't know if I can trust her or not. If she finds out........."

Ram trailed off, not finishing the sentence. Your face frowned in confusion. What was he talking about?

"What are you talking about?"

Ram looked at you, feeling sceptical. Should he tell this stranger about that? Well she was taking care of him, so she definitely doesn't mean harm. Ram beckoned you to lean closer and you did.

"I............ I.......... I—" Ram starts but before he could say anything he was already knocked out dead. You sigh in frustration. Today you had a chance to get to know him and seems like not even Hari is on you side.

You applied ointment on the last visible would and put the tube back in the box. You bandaged up where needed and collected the dirty things to wash them. As you picked up the discarded shirt, a piece of paper fell of from it's pocket. You lift the paper and read the content written on it.

It was a letter from some Vasu. It asked about the plan where Ram was supposed to steal information of British's arm force and pass it to him and how much people back home miss him. So this is what Ram was talking about. He's not working for British Raj but against them.

You looked at now sound asleep Ram thinking to yourself — "Dumbo, If you had any doubts, you could have just asked me."

Chuckling to yourself, you kept the letter safe in a drawer and started cleaning the dirty clothes. Whatever has happened you could not let Ram get in trouble. The night passed with Ram being unaware of the rest of the world and you not being able to sleep because now that you knew his dilemma, you would do anything to work this marriage out.

The next morning clock hit 9 in the morning as the beautiful singing of birds woke Ram up. He blinked his eyes to cleanr out the fogginess as the ceiling of his living room came in his view. Confused Ram sat up on the couch before all the events of previous night hit him all at once.

His eyes widened as he remembered his father in law inviting him to drink with him and some of his friends. Ram had a few glasses before disappearing in the building. He was going to steal the arm force information and he was so close but someone walked in on him. Sadly Ram had to run away with any useful clue. Ram remembers how while climbing over a wall he fell and got injured after that he doesn't remember anything.

A pounding ache in his head brought Ram to present. Clutching his head Ram looked down at his shirtless, mended self. Panick filled his mind as he stumbled to find his shirt, he can't let anyone find the letter, specially not you. He looked under the pillows, the table.

As he leaned down to see under couch, you voice called back, "Looking for this?"

His back visibility tensed as he snapped his head towards you to see you leaning against the railing at the bottom of the stairs, holding out the letter for him to see. Ram's expression morphed into a 'oh no'. He looked like a deer in headlights. You fake coughed to hide the laugh threatening to break out.

"Y-Y/N? Where di-did you get that from?" Ram stuttered, heartbeat going on with the speed of a jet.

"O this?" You feigned a innocent look, "This fell out of your shirt when I took it to wash."

"Did you read a-anything?"

"Every single word."

"Y/N give it back to me." Ram stretched out his head to you.

"Here, take it." Relief washed over Ram as he was about to take the letter, you quickly swapped it out of his reach, "But I don't want to."

"Y/N, stop playing. That letter is really important."

"You want it?" Ram eagerly nodded at your words. "Then come and take it."

You said before sprinting up the stairs. Ram shouted at you to stop but when you didn't he ran after you. You could his footsteps coming closer and closer. A laugh erupted from your heart, you don't remember feeling this happy for god knows how long.

You threw open the door of the room at the very back, your be— no, both of your bedroom.

"Where will you go now?"

You turned to see Ram leaning both his hand on either side of the door, panting like crazy. Ram looked at you like predator looking at a prey a he marched towards you. Now your heart beating like a drum that feared he would be able to hear it from there. You took one step back with advancing ones.

Before you know, the back of your leg hit the bed and you were falling back on it, pulling Ram down in the process. He fell right on top of you, his hand resting by your sides to not crush you. Yout eyes locked. His chest was pressed against your heaving ones.

"Ram." You wishper his name. As he hummed, lost in the moment, you continued, "Do you not like me?"

This snapped Ram out of the dazed state, "W-Where di-d that came from? W-what? Wai-wait."

As he tried to get off of you, you quickly wrapped your arms around his neck pulling back to you, "We are not moving till I have all the answers to my questions. So, Do you not like mea?"

"No." His answer was short and shallow.

"Then why do threat me like I'm invisible to you? I'm your wife Ram but I barely get to even see you."

"Y/N, it's not like that." Ram stared at you, debating with himself if he should tell you or not. At last Ram sighed, "Promise me you will keep this a secret."

"I promise."

With your promising words Ram explained to you everything. Who he actually was, his reason to work under British government and why he was so hasitente with you.

"Can't believe I made you believe that don't like you." Ram almost whined.

"Who said that?"

"What do you mean?" He frowned in confusion.

"Well My dear Patidev, Yesterday night you said some things that proved that you anything but not like me."

"What did I say?" His expression morphed into a horrified one.

"Is that really important right now?" You pulled him closer to you.

He was so close to you that you could feel his heartbeat. Only fabric of your saree and blouse separating you two. His warm exhale brushing over your face. His one arm rested on the bed while the other one traveled to cup your face.

Ram leaned in slowly before capturing your lips in his own. All the desperation of the past week pouring into that kiss. His hand left your face and glided down before resting on your bare waist as yours locked in his hair.

If not for the need of breathing Ram would have liked to kiss you all day and night long. Breaking the kiss he drifted down your neck, placing trails of wet kisses and marking it red and purple. You turned your head to the side, giving him more space to mark his territory.

That day you finally closed the distance between you two, your souls and your hearts.

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You both were quite tired after a small dinner with the RRR team. Charan had invited you, it felt good to see people recognize you as a part of Taarak's life.

However that happiness had slowly shed the pink and donned on a ugly green.

On Taarak's right was Alia, you liked her. She was sweet. She was talented. She was sitting close to your boyfriend.

Closer than you were.

You breathed your way through the small prick of disappointment, shrugging  it off. They were actors- stars. They had to maintain good relations with other actors.

That was what this dinner was for.

Everyone chatted away around you. They talked about movies, their travels and everything. Once in a while you'd give your input. You weren't really interested though.

The only one quieter than you was the director himself. Huh, weird. He usually spoke animatedly with charan and taarak. Maybe he was just tired, like you.

You looked at your right, you smile faded a bit. He was leaning towards her making jokes, teasing her.

Her wide eyed look everytime he insinuated anything threw him in stitches.

You weren't a jealous person. You weren't.

But seeing her get attention from him stirred something in you.

It was ridiculous. He was your boyfriend and he loved you. There was no need feel this way. You remembered how you woke up this morning- with the most expressive, adoring eyes staring at you.

Shame coursed through you. You hung your head and ate slowly to distract you from your thoughts.

It was late, everyone was tired so nobody really questioned why you weren't smiling anymore.

Nobody else was either.

Except the two on your right. They were the only voices that could be heard.

Other than your emotional turmoil, you were genuinely spent.

Wanting to just curl in your comforter, you put a hand on Taarak's thigh and shook him, "can we go now?"

Rajamouli interrupted you two, "there's uh, some work he needs to finish then he can go."

It was late. Well over anybody's work time but you understood. Giving your boyfriend a quick kiss on cheek, you left.

All the way back your apartment you kept hearing their secretive giggles over and over. You tried to push them away, you tried to think of all the times you both spent together.

It worked.

You got lost in your memories. It might not have completely eased your mind but it gave the momentary relief.

You curled up on your couch and slept like a baby. Taarak was most probably not coming home till the morning.

A shrill sound broke your sleep. You looked at the clock, four in the morning.

You got up and opened the door, letting your boyfriend in. Still sleepy you went back to the couch and tried to find your comfortable position again. You were about to close your eyes when two strong hands lifted you, startling you.

"You are going to sleep in my arms so I can sleep," his words melted you.

Before sleep overtook you, you captured his lips and in lazy, slow kiss. Smiling you two broke away and went back to sleep.

Your insecurity was gone, vanished in thin air. You felt bad for even feeling that way.

But you were happy, happy to be free of such thoughts.

Then came the rrr promotion events and your insecurities came back with full force. The way he poked fun at her whenever she was present. The way he spoke of her.

Their interactions made a small place for themselves in your brain.

You noticed how he never missed a single chance to mess with her. You didn't miss the admiration in her eyes.

They were traveling and they were all together for most part of the days.

You didn't like it.

You looked at them and a sudden thought hit you, he would be happier with her.

She had a boyfriend, you reminded yourself.

Your brain carefully ignored you and only zeroed on the obvious bond. This was how your relation had started, jokes, fun and giggles. You couldn't help but compare.

She made him laugh the same you did. She looked beautiful. She was well-spoken, successful. Talented. Got his humor. In a short amount of time, she had established a comfort with him that you couldn't for months.

Most importantly they looked good together. People noticed. They commented, said they looked better. People wished for them to date.

It would be much easier, he wouldn't have to be as protective as he was with you. He'd be free of the stress.

Your heart lurched. You tried to push away such invasive thoughts with teary eyes.

She looked like a goddess and here you were, on your couch looking like a- a nobody.

He was such a kind soul. He deserved someone as amazing as her. Not a plain city girl like you.

Silent tears rolled down your cheeks. He deserved so much better, and he was going to realize it sooner or later.

You loved him. You were used to him and when he decided to leave you, you weren't sure how you would live.

In between the hiccuped breaths, your hands tried to wipe the tears.

Your phone lay forgotten on the couch. You didn't see the seven missed calls.

With little to no strength, your palms covered your wet face and you sobbed. You were going to loose him. He was going to go away.

You couldn't hear the loud knocks over your violent sobs. Sliding down your face your hands came to hold your neck, you tried to breathe properly.

Your hands clawed as if that'd help.

You didn't see the knob turning. You forgot Taarak had a spare key.

He wasn't ready to see you in such a state. He almost had a heart attack- you looked shattered.

The door closed with a slam, snapping you out of your world. Taarak stood there with a worried look. Within a second he was by your side, gathering you in his arms.

You tried to wipe your tears and smile but no use. He was already fussing over you. "Kya hua jaan?"

As if his words broke a dam, you broke into uncontrollable sobs. "Taarak.. taarak I love y-you."

You hid you face in his chest cherishing the feel. You wanted to take this moment and burn it in your memories, you wanted to steal this one moment in his arms before he leaves you.

Unable to understand what had happened, he slowly rubbed your back, silently shushing you. Your whimpers were chipping at his heart.

After a while he got you a glass of water. Tenderly he brushed away your hair.

He shifted closer, once again asking what had sent you tumbling down the hill.

You weren't sure how to lie your way through this, you had just pathetically cried in his arms.

"Kuch nahi."

It pained to see you look away from him and lie to him. Then his eyes went to the display and the interviews playing. His eyes widened, almost sure of what had broke you, he asked again.

You looked at the clasped hands around your palm, the beautiful eyes. You didn't want to loose him.

You lips moved on their own before you could even think you blurted out, "please don't leave me taarak."

Immediately you looked down in shame. You wished he hadn't heard you. This was embarrassing, you couldn't ask him to not leave you if he wanted to.

More tears leaked out of your closed eyes.

Taarak cursed under his breath and tilted your chin up. "I'm not leaving you jaan. How could I leave my best mornings and my most cherished nights? You have no idea. The thought of living without you is like living without a soul."

Emotions ran rampant. He felt like hurting the universe, tears in your eyes unbearable for him. He took a deep breath, "I have imagined my life around you. My life without you would be like this world without the sun."

"You would be happier."

Pulling you in his lap, he cupped your face.

"No.. you are my happiness. You make me, me."

His sincere words sparked a new fire of love. You would hold onto him as long as he wanted you to.

"Give me this chance, Y/n. Together we'll prove the world wrong, together we'll fight against the world. Give me one chance to battle your insecurities."

He didn't care if he sounded desperate. He wasn't going to let anyone take you away from him. He wasn't going to let their love loose against insignificant moments.

"I know, sometimes I behave like a idiot but I'm your idiot na? You say it all the time? Stay then, be your lover's salvation. Be mine forever."

Throwing your hands around his neck, you crashed your lips on his, sealing your love with a kiss.

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Ending.

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Draco finds a Hufflepuff attempting to cheat. He torments her, keeps her under his wing becoming possessive , unsure of his feelings. After turning Reader into a Rabbit he realizes how much of an ass he was. But now hes in Azkaban for his crimes.

A/n. Okay. So i asked Multiple people. “What happens in Azkaban?” They all said “you sit in a cell.” And im sitting here like. “I cant write that.” So THIS is what i came up with. I hope its okay :/.

W! Mind games, self injury(scratching), fear of going insane, Draco gets kicked and punched around.

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“Cheers love”

Draco said once you vanished from his sights, he never thought the twins would help you come see him, or anyone for that matter. Of all people, he was not exactly the most loved at Hogwarts. The man looked both ways down the very long hallway not seeing anything except for darkness. At least no one would bother him while he was thinking.

He made his way back to his spot under the window to think about his actions; maybe he went a little overboard with how he handled catching you. But a teacher? That's not as fun. Draco looked down at his hands counting the cuts all over them, he had the most on his palms and around his fingers. He was very roughed up, as soon as he got here the dementors were not very kind to him. Draco blinked his eyes feeling sleepy and slightly cold. He rolled his eyes leaning back on the wall reminiscing the time he turned you into a rabbit.

You were so cute like that; so little, curious, fit right in his pocket. Dracos hands fell to his sides and his eyes started to close. You had gotten used to him when you were a rabbit…

So tired…

When he got out Draco wanted to master the spell to change humans back whenever so he could turn you into a rabbit again. If you let him of course, he laid down on his side, holding himself.

Fading….

His father.. What would he do about that? Obviously he could not take you home . Maybe a flat of his own would be better. And that shop? It made him smirk as his eyes started to close. Cute..

Footsteps could be heard and they were getting closer now. It woke Draco up from his slumber which he was not happy about. The one time he was actually getting some sleep in this place.

“Dinner already?’ he asked, in a condescending tone as he got up to rest his back against the wall. “Is it more than bread today?”

The cell opened and closed after the figure stepped in. Draco scrambled to his feet with wide surprised eyes,“..Father?”

“Not the best cell.. But it suits you.” the man said, dusting the dirt off his clothes.

“What are you doing here? Who let you in?”

“I'm here because I have unpleasant news for you.” he took off his gloves while he spoke.

“..news?” Draco stepped over to his father.

“That girl you turned into a rabbit is dead.”

“..she… shes ……….” Draco went as far as the chain would let him to his father. His ankle was straining against the cold tight cuff link. “H..ho-w…”

“Quiddich”

“What?.. But she doesn't fly! She doesn't have a broom!” the man grabbed his fathers coat shaking it, asking him multiple questions just for Lucious to throw him off and kick him away from him. Draco hit the cold brick wall on his side in the corner. He held his head trying to process this , he was hurting inside and out.

“They needed one more , and you were not there so I suggested...”

Draco glared over at his Father, who looked rather proud of himself. His hands went to his hair white knuckling them. “You…”

“She didn't last long, it was a waste.” Lucious stepped to his son grabbing his chin so he was looking at him. “And to think she would still be alive if you just left her alone”

“Its not my fault!” Draco shoved his father just for him to strike him down into the cell floor. “Get your hands off me boy, remember who your authority is. “

“Shes dead because of you!, shes.. !!! …………………..” Draco felt very cold all of a sudden, looking down he saw that his hand was fading as if it was getting sucked up by something.

“Wait.. Azkaban would never let you come into the cell…” Draco stumbled up, hitting the wall to steady himself. “They wouldn't.. Your not my father! Get out you bloody dementor!!!”

“Draco dont you know your own father?”

“Shut up! I know my father and thats not you!”

“Pity, enjoy your time here.” the figure of Lucious faded and Draco woke up in a very cold sweat. He was still laying down under the window, no one was with him in the cell and his body ached.

“Dementors.. “ slowly he got up moving to the corner to hug his knees. “Do your bloody worst, im Draco ffffffucking Malfoy.”

It won't be the last time the Dementors mess with Draco… they were determined to break him. Throughout the two years he was there you had not come to see him again except that one time the twins helped you. Draco told you now to bother the twins so you didn't. Fred and George did try to cheer you up though as much as they could. They even got a hold of Dracos old robes that they gave to you. It helped but you wanted the real thing. Him.The carrot cravings went away after a couple weeks which was nice. You did not need to carry a bag of the produce with you anymore.

Hufflepuff was still weary of you and Slytherin were still jerks. The Ravenclaws sympathized with you and you found comfort in them when you needed it. You wanted to visit him, see if he was okay. But all you could do was hope and stare out your window at the moon knowing he was looking at the same one ..

Two years later.

“You killed me”

“Shhhuut up….”

“Im dead, because of you.”

“...”

“Do you ever wonder? What could you have done differently? Acted in a more.. Reasonable way?”

“Your not .rrr.-re-al..”

“Not anymore, my time on this earth has ended. Because of you Draco”

Draco ran into the bars punching at them, blood was dripping from them now. The figure of you faded away right as he got to them to reappear in the cell next to him now. “Your not real..” he said again.

“Treated me like an animal, toyed with me..-” he swung at the dementor watching it fade away then reappear. “I was just a hufflepuff, an innocent girl.” Draco shook his head but the thoughts just got louder and louder.

“Dead”

“Dead”

“Gone”

“Killed”

“Stay here”

“...with me, let's be together” you held out a rotted hand to the shaking man. “Be like me”

Draco had been tormented by these dementors at least 3 times a week ever since his ‘father’ had come to see him. Day in and day out for at least 6 hours a day a dementor came to him as you to try to get Draco to crack.

The first time he almost fell for it, but he quickly realized it was not you. You were not a crying mess trying to touch him and you could not float….

But still seeing your figure hurt him, your body was made to look dead to cause even more damage to the man which it did. All he could do was endure and think about you, the real you. It was all he had to hold on to. He told himself when he spent his first night here that he would be okay, he would make it out fine.

But now hes crying on the floor at least twice a week with new bruises, cuts, and a giant headache. He fully knew how awful he was to you now, he had to apologize properly. That motivated him to fight, along with keeping you safe from his father. He would get out, he would be okay.

“...b-b-b-e like you?”

“Yes Draco, like me. Lets be together, lets get out of here.”

“Get .. out..”

“Yes , lets get-”

“No, you get out. Get out of my cell, get out of my head just GET OUT!, ill never go with you! Your not real and your NOT HER!” he stepped back, tripping over his feet and grabbing the cell bars to steady himself. His clothes by now were tattered and his dirty dark blond hair was in a pony tail. The cuts on his face turned to scars and his nails were bloody from him scratching at his itchy skin . Everytime he swung at the dementor it would fade out leaving traces of itself on the man making him freak out and scratch at his own skin till they turned purple.

The dementor faded through the bars down the hallway and Draco sunk down to his knees scratching at his arms trying to free himself of the lingering black smoke.

“Rabbit… “ Draco choked in a big breath glancing over at the small window to see the moon shining in on him. “Ill get out.. Ill be okay. We will be okay……………………….”

A few days later a man had come to Dracos cell. He unlocked the old door letting it swing open. The man stepped to the side gesturing to the hallway and Draco looked up from his hand to see Snape looking in at him.

“Hurry up, its filthy in here.”

“How is she….”

“Why don't you see for yourself? Do i look like a owl?”

“More like an over dramatic snake.” Draco slowly got up limping to his old professor who helped steady him.

“Im glad your okay, Malfoy.”

Draco rolled his shoulders and cracked his very purple bloody knuckles. “Of course i am”

Meanwhile, those two years you had graduated and opened up your own shop with the help of Fred and George. They pulled some strings and found an empty building you could sell potions in. it was a small building but you liked it.

The Wet Nose it was called. With little bunny decorations all over the inside and on the sign, the sign was your favorite. It had a little bunny looking over the sign with its ears down. You tried to make it apparent you were here so Draco could find you.. All you could do was wait now..

Draco had left Azkaban with Snape , showered, eaten , and dressed in real clothes. He was in clean black pants with a matching suit top with awhite shirt underneath and black shoes. His face was still heavily scared and his knuckles were starting to slowly heal. The scratches on his arms would not heal though. They would stay that way for a really long time. He worried if you would still want him like this. He also kept his hair long , just past his neck he liked it. Draco was not completely free of the dementors, he could still hear them in his head from time to time. Whispering things for him to come back and what not. He always had to shake his head and they would go away for the time being.

Snape had dropped him off at Diagon Alley as he requested. Before he left he got out of the car to give Draco one final word.

“Malfoy”

“What? Which way am i going?”

The man rolled his eyes and pulled Draco in for a one arm hug, even though draco loathed this. The poor man fought and cursed, slipping free of this unwanted affection.

“The bloody hell was that?”

“Go down this way, on the left.”

“Fantastic but what was-” he slapped him on the head.

“Oww!!! What gives?”

“Thats, for barging into my classroom.” and with that he left.

“Barging into my classroom” mocked the man fixing his hair.

Draco wasted no time getting to your shop. He found it easily and just stared at the sign. He was scared. Terrified, would you still want him… you said you would wait for him.. But.. the way he looks. He shook his head, making the dementors stop. “No. she will, she waited all this time. She will.”

Ring ring!! The bell on the door went off once Draco opened the door. The first thing that got his attention was the many smells coming from all over the room. All the windows were open with plants sitting in them . He had to make his way to the back where the register was, passing all types of potions a variety of colors. When he finally went to it he saw a little brown rabbit sitting on the counter wiggling its nose. The rabbit tilted its head at Draco and the man did the same.

“Biscuit? Is someone here? And you didn't ring them up you silly animal” you joked coming from the back room up to the counter.

You looked up from the rabbit to see Draco standing there, his smile slumped and he had his mouth half open. He was in awe. It was really you. The real you. Quickly he fixed himself and his smile went all the way up his face, the man stepped closer with a happy, relieved tone.

“Hey, Rabbit”

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BEEZLEBUB’S PURPLE KISS

BUBBLED UP TO SCAR

ITCHIN’ WITH SOMEONE’S SIN

FIRED UP IMPLODING FIST

FEELIN’ FEINT K.O.’ED

SCARLET STAMPED CRAZY! KID

USELESS SHADOW BOXING WALL IS NUMB

JAB HOOK UPPERCUT WHO?

THERE’S A HELTER SKELTER IN SKY CITY

COUNTDOWN TIL IT CLICKS KID

YOU GOT A BAD CASE OF 

WACKO BONKERS LOOPY!

TEN NINE EIGHT

HEY SEVEN

HEYSIX 

WAKE UP FIVE 

COME BACK TO EARTH

PUT ON FOUR YOUR 

THINKING CAP THREE AND GLOVES

ROUND 2 FIGHT!

WIPE OFF THAT STICK

GET YOUR BOTTLE OF LIGHTNING

THROW IT TO THE GROUND

CRACK IT OPEN

YOU’RE TOO BRILLIANT TO BE KEPT IN

LET THE LIONS ROAR LOOSE

FILL UP THE STADIUM

THE MAN WITHIN

DOESN’T GET OUT YOUR ILL

BOX THE OLD WOUNDS DREAMING

AND GET REAL

FALLOUT OF MEMORIES

ROOTED TO FEELINGS

CHAINSAW! HAHAHA

I‘M YOUR SECOND COMING!

SLIDE ON MY LIPS

ENJOY LIKE MANY

THE GRAND CHESSBOARD

OF EBONY AND IVORY

IT’S IN YOUR NATURE

TO GIVE YOURSELF IN

I THINK YOUR SMILE 

HAS TOO MANY TEETH 

FOR A SALESMAN

DING DING ROUND

3, MIND IS MESSY

BODY SO ORPHAN THIN

YOU CAN SEE THE HEARTBREAK 

THROUGH THE SKIN

I CAN DO THIS SO WHY AM I TRIPPING?

BANANA SLIP HEAD SPLITTING

BRAIN FREEZE NO ICE CREAM

BUSY B’S SHADOW BECKONS ME DIVE IN

I WRITHE I WRESTLE I CAVE IN

I KNOW BETTER BUT I’M TOO BUSY DYING

NO ONE SEES MY HEAD’S PURPLE FIRE

DROWNING UNDER THE SURFACE

THESE CANNOT BE MY LAST WORDS

THESE CANNOT BE MY LAST!?

THIS CANNOT BE MY LAST CHANCE

THIS CANNOT BE MY LAST

GASP!

ENTER YOUR UTOPIA

THROUGH THIS GLASS OF MIND

KALEIDOSCOPE VISUAL

TAKE THE CLOCK WITH YOU

SIT ON MY LAP GOOD BOY!

SANTA’S LIST IS INSTANT HERE

YOU’RE A NEW BORN PHENOMENON

NO CREDIT CARD HISTORY

NO RESPONSIBILITY

NO RISK IN THIS

LABYRINTH OF VISIONARY

I’LL HOLD YOUR HAND

I’LL BE YOUR CANARY

FORGET BEING A VICTIM OF CONSCIENCE

WHEN RELIVING YOUR PAST IS SO

M MM MMM DEEEELICIOUS!

AND YOUR LOVED ONES ON EARTH

DON’T NEED YOU ANYWAY

THIS IS WHERE YOU ALWAYS WIN

HERE’S A SICKLE

PLAY GOLF WITH YOUR ENEMIES HEADS

IT’LL TICKLE

HEY WHERE AM I WHAT THE

HELL AM I DOING?

GOING FOR A BIRDIE

CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME?

IN THIS BERMUDA TRIANGLE ZOO

HOURS AND SENSES WHAT DID I DO?

MY COMPASS TURNED INTO A U

DIDN’T REALISE I WAS SO BAD

MAD REVENGE NEVER ENDS

NOW I GOT A CLUE HOW IT STARTED

BECAUSE YOU WERE A COWARD

AND YOU DIDN’T HAVE A CHOICE

HERE YOU HAVE A VOICE

NO! YOU’RE THE PLACEBO EFFECT GONE WRONG

THOUGHT IT WAS WORKING WHEN IT’S BROKE

DIAMOND MIND REFLECT IN STEAD OF WOKE

BECAUSE YOU’RE SICK

AND THIS IS YOUR SONG

WHAT’S THE POINT PLAYING

IF YOU CAN NEVER LOSE A GAME

TIME’S UP WHERE’S THE GONG

YOUR AUCTION IS UP AND

BONG! YOU’RE SOLD

I GOT SO DARK I FORGOT THE SUN

BECAUSE THE NIGHT IS MORE FUN

WHERE’S THE ALARM WHERE’S THE PINCH?

RING RING! IT’S GROUNDHOG DAY BITCH!

ROUND 4 SAW THE PEN AS MIGHTIER

BUT WHAT’S THE POINT OF WORDS

WHEN MONSTERS ONLY HEAR

THE POINT OF THE SWORD

I DECLARE WAR!

LIFT EXCALIBER FROM THE STONE

RECLAIM THE THRONE

IT’S MY RIGHT TO OWN

START A QUEST TO SLAY AND SLICE

THESE SNAKES HISS IN MY HAIR AND DICE

I’VE PAID THE PRICE MEDUSA VANITY

LET’S DESTROY THIS PLACE

WITH DYNAMITE SANITY

DOES YOUR MIND SWIM IN PURPLE FIRE HM?!

MY BURNING EFFIGY?

WRITHING AGONY

WINDOW SHOPPING WAYS TO VICTORY

LAY IN BED CONTINUE THE LIE

WITH NARCISSISTIC OCD

PARANOID ANDRIOD DELUSION DEFICIENCY

SHOOORYUUUUKEN!

GETTING DESPERATE ARE WE?

COULD I INTEREST YOU IN AN ALTER EGO?

OR ARE YOU ALREADY FULL OF YOURSELVES MY DEAR?

WELL YOU’RE HARD TO IGNORE

FLIPSIDE OF THE COIN

YOU’RE THE PASSENGER

I GOT THE RADIO

SEE I REMEMBER

BEING DEALT A BAD HAND 

FROM THE REALER

MADE ME LEAVE THE TABLE

BECAME MY OWN DEALER

BUT ALL I KNEW WAS THE BAD HAND

KEPT ON PLAYING WONDERLAND

DOUBLED DOWN ON WHAT IF’S 

INSTEAD OF I WILL

CLIMB OUTTA THE RABBIT HOLE

BRACE YOURSELF BUSY B

THIS MIGHT HURT A LITTLE

YOU’RE GONNA NEED A PLASTER

‘CAUSE I’M WELDING PETER VENKMAN’S GHOSTBUSTER ZAPPER

YAWN I’M CROSSING THE STREAMS

PAWN TO TURN INTO A KING

ROUND 5

BLACK ALWAYS LAUGH’S LAST

BECAUSE WHITE MOVES FIRST

TO FALL INTO THE TRAP

TIPPY TOES TO THIS BUZZ

FADE YOU HYPNOTIC TO WHO AM I? FUZZ

SEND YOU FIRST CLASS TO WHERE ICE BURNS

WORSE BEFORE I GET BETTER

WHERE HEAVY IS THE HOLLOW

WHERE AGONYS END’S 

IMPOSSIBLE TO FOLLOW

WHERE SOULS ARE SPLIT TO LICK

SWEET SICK TO SWALLOW

WEAKER BEFORE I GET STRONGER

ABORT THE PLAN

REWIND ESCAPE ATTEMPTS

MICE OF MAN

HEY THE TRAP IS LOOSE BUT

I WILL WIN

CIRCUMSTANCE SNIP! OOPS SORRY!

CIRCUMCISION MISSED THE CUT

BALLS GOT LOST WITH THE MARBLES

KERPLUNK!

I WILL SWIM

SIX DRINKS DEEP

WALKING AUTOPSY TURVY

IMPRESS AN INVISIBLE AUDIENCE

AND LOOK AT ME! TROPHY

I WILL MAKE SENSE

I WILL BECOME KING

YOUR BODY’S OUT OF ORDER

TAKE THE STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN

FIND AIZEN AT THE DOOR

TAKE A TEARS HINT YOU’RE GOING DOWN

WHERE NEVER IS THE FLOOR

THIS IS EASY PULL OUT THE STITCH

I CAN BAMBOOZLE YOU SO MUCH

I’M INSIDE OUT LETS SWITCH

JUPITER CAN YOU SEE THE SPOT I’M IN?

I’VE BEEN UP AND DOWN

WITH CHOICE AND REASON

NOTICE PICKING NOTHING

NEVER BEEN IN SEASON

FASHION DISASTER

THIS MAN WENT MISSING IN ACTION

SAVE THE MILK CARTON 

TAKE YOUR PSYCHO STAMP AND COLLAR

I’LL GET US HELP KISS IT BETTER 

MAKE US SOUND

THIS YO-YO SOUL’S TURNED THE TABLES A

ROUND! 6 I’M ALWAYS BESIDE

A PART OF PERSONALITY

MOBEIUS SHYS

UNTIL IT MADE ME

MEMORY WITH A TWIST OF FANTASY

SOON GAVE ME A VOICE OF MALICE

NOW IT’S MY TURN TO EAT WONDERLAND’S ALICE

AND WITH PURPLE STAINED LIPS MWAH!

PIERCE THIS PSYCHIC PLACE RAW

SHOUT HALLEYUYAH AND A REST IN PEACE

SO PRINCE BEEZLEBUB CAN RISE TO THE SEAT

ALL THE WOMEN I WANT TO KISS

ALL THE MEN I WANT TO KICK

THIS WORLD I WANT TO RULE

I’M THE ONE WHOS GONA LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER FUCK

YOUUUAAAYOURRRCANTRRDOGGTHISHHHWITHHHHOUTHHMYAASAYSO!

ROUND 7!!!

THISISMYSCREAMMMMMMMMMMM!!!

I’LL BE MY OWN HERO

LET ME LIVE GET MY SOUL SURE

FIND A GOOD HAND

TO RAISE ME UP

MAKE A STAND

BE WHOLE ONCE MORE

SPEAK THE TRUE

BREAK MOBEIUS’ ILLUSION

DOUBT WHAT NO ONE ELSE SENSES - FAITH IN ABILITY

WHEN THEY SWAP SEATS ON BELIEFS SEESAW

YOU’LL KICK YOUR OWN ASS 

AND STROKE YOUR ELBOW

RECREATING EVENTS LOST MY

MEMORYS LOGIC OF WHAT’S NEXT

MOVE FORWARD OR BE

STUCK IN THE MUD WITH YOUR INVISIBLE FRIEND?

THINK I FOUND MY HAPPY THOUGHT

HEY PIXIE I CAUGHT MY SHADOW

SORRY I SPLIT LICKEDY LET’S GO

BUSY B AIN’T GOING DOWN EASY

BORN A FIGHTER FROM CHAOS FIRE

ORIGINAL PRIMORDAL METAPHYSICAL DESIRE

RESISTANCE IS FUTILE KID JUST RETIRE

THIS IS MY POWER THIS IS MY HOUR

TO TAKE BACK WHO I AM

AND GET OUTTA L.A.’S TRAFFIC JAM

DISCOVERY IS THE WISH OF THE SOUL

ROAD RAGE BREAK OUT INEVITABLE

NO ONE CAN SOLVE THIS ALONE

IF YOU ARE YOUR OWN PROBLEM

I’M THE MYSTERIOUS WAY

CAVE TO MY SAY

IN HERE I’M KING

I’M THE PURPOSE

YOU’RE THE HORSE

YOU SERVE ME

LOOK UP AS YOU

BOW BEFORE BUB

RATHER TAKE ON THE WORLD

BRAVE DON’T FEAR THE GRAVE

FACE THE MUSIC

FACE THE ENEMY

ANSWER’S ALREADY HERE

SEEING GHOULS OF DEMISE

OR ANGELS IN DISGUISE

ONLY THAT YOU DECIDE

NO ONE EVER FAUGHT FOR YOU

I WAS TEACHING YOU HOW TO FIGHT

ALL YOU NEEDED IS THE SIGHT

WHAT YOU SEE IS WHAT YOU GET

WALLS OF STEEL AND STONE ARE A WEAK PRISON

MIRRORED WALLS OF SKIN AND BONE

THEY’VE DONE THEIR JOB PRETTY

SURE YOU’RE TOO LATE THIS IS

ALL MINE FOR THE TAKING

MY HEART’S PURE

YOU CAN’T PUNCH THIS LIGHT

OUT OF MY FUTURE

EITHER SHAKE MY HAND OR EAT MY FIST

STEP BACK INTO THE RING

LET’S SEE WHAT YOU GOT KID

THINK I’M GONNA BE ALRIGHT

I GOT WORK TO DO

LET’S FIGHT!

***

From “The Silent Album”

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08DHMQ673

[inifitywar]

flower //kyle spencer

pairing: post-death kyle x reader

word count: 1537

warnings: mentions of kyles moms abuse but no detail whatsoever. and mention of the titanic idk if that even needs a warning ndnxjssh??? but i’d rather be safe than accidentally trigger someone so

a/n: lowercase intended. hope you enjoy x 

kyle’s accident and the aftermath of it all had changed your life in ways that someone could only imagine. but of course, that kind of thing would change anyone. the night of the accident itself had been absolute chaos. you hadn’t even caught news of the accident before franken-kyle was showing up on your doorstep with a girl you had never seen before, but you just assumed it was a friend of his. guessing kyle was just dressed up for another one of his crazy frat get-togethers, you ignored his weird appearance, writing it off as makeup for a costume, and opened the door a little wider like any other night and leaned in to kiss his cheek. he jerked back, eyes filled with bewilderment. you glanced at the girl once more, she looked pained, conflicted almost.

“we need to talk”, she declared before gently passing me and entering my house, kyle trailing behind her with his head held low.

she sat, staring at you with hesitant eyes and tapping her fingers against her knee while she waited for you to respond. and after a few moments, filled only with the noise of kyle scratching the carpet with his fingers, your eyes shifting back and forth between meeting her gaze and watching kyle mess with the fuzzy rug, you finally did. in fact, you had told her to “get the hell out of my house”. not exactly your nicest moment but honestly, who could blame you? you turned to kyle and yelled at him too, demanding that he stand up and leave, angry with him for attempting to play such a messed up prank on you. the moment you raised your voice at him his eyes filled with a fear that you’d only seen a few times before.

the fear in his eyes was as prominent as it had been during the nights you guys spent together when he hesitantly opened up to you about the hardships he faced with his mother.

recognizing this look, you knew something wasn’t right. you dropped to your knees and held his cheeks in your hands, softly shushing his cries and wiping his tears. he was hesitant to let you hold him, given that you’d just yelled at him, but he eventually let himself relax and lean into you. the girl, who you’d later learned was called zoe, gave you a knowing look and it hit you that this was all real.

the months following had been full of baby steps. children’s books, children’s ciriculum, random tantrums from kyle, scars from getting in the way when he lashed out and bags under your eyes from not only taking care of the giant toddler you called the love of your life, but from nights of laying awake wondering how everything could so wrong. but those months were also filled with significantly more ice cream dates, food fights, re-reading your favorite childhood books, and teaching kyle everything from how to comb his hair to how to tie his shoes.

to anyone else, it might sound fucked up. like really fucked up. from the outside, it just looks like a girl who’s in love with a man with the brain of a 4 year old. but it really wasn’t like that. obviously kyle had changed. he wasn’t the same kyle but he was still your kyle.

he was different in the way he walked and talked but he was the same in the way he liked 6 marshmallows in his hot choclate and in the way he loves the color orange. he was different in the shows and books he liked but he was the same in the way he gave big bear hugs and in the way he had to pet every single dog that we passed on the street. he was different, but he was also the same, even if it was only noticeable in the little things.

but there were certain days that reminded you so much of why you kept pushing for him. you really never worked long shifts anymore because you never wanted to stay gone for too long but luckily kyle had reached a point where he could stay home alone for small periods of time, so you could at least work.

on the days you had to leave the house and you couldn’t take kyle with you, you’d usually leave him at home with snacks layed out and turn on nick jr. or whatever other kids program he’s interested in that day.

today was one of those days. an hour had barely passed since you left for work when kyle had managed to accidentally turn the channel by knocking the remote when he sat on the floor. at first he was upset but that was soon forgotten when he got distracted by what was now playing on the tv.

kyle’s wide eyes stared at the screen while the titanic played. to say you were surprised when you entered the room to see your boyfriend watching the titanic would be an understatement. luckily you returned home before the movie had gone down hill. you changed the channel, saving him the inevitable emotional turmoil that is the death of leonardo dicaprio.

that evening, while eating your 5 star meal of kraft mac n cheese and apple juice in wine glasses, kyle kept staring at you. this wasn’t anything too unusual considering he’s easily intrigued but something about his gaze made you stare right back.

“you alright ky?” you questioned.

he slowly stood up and made his way to your side. you sat down your fork and stared at him with curious eyes, awaiting his next move. watching as he lifted his hand, you expected his fingertips to brush the ends of your eyelashes, as they often do. it always makes him laugh when your nose scrunches up when from this.

but your expectations were proved wrong when his hand moved past your eyes and his fingers brushed a small strand of hair behind your ear. you stared at kyle with wide eyes while he stared right back.

“flow..er. flower….”, he whispered.

“what ky?”

“flower. you..flower”

“ky i don’t understand what you’re-“

he started to get worked up, frustrated that you didn’t understand. he desperately looked around the kitchen for anything that could help him get his point across. suddenly he jumped up and ran away, leaving you sitting there in absolute confusion. but this didn’t last long because he was back in a matter of seconds with a book in hand while his eyes darted around the kitchen again, in search of something else. his eyes lit up when he saw the roses in the vase by the window. he quickly walked back over to me, now with a rose in one hand and a book in the other.

his chest rose and fell quickly with the adrenaline of running around the house so quickly. you continued to just stare at the determined blonde boy. your eyes flicked to the book he had retrieved, the little sailor. now that he had his book and rose, he went right back to trying to explain to what he meant.

“flower” he repeated.

you glanced at the rose again, assuming that’s what he was referring too.

“yeah ky, that’s right! you’re so smart, good job!”

“no!” kyle shouted.

you lifted your eyebrow at him, insinuating that you still didn’t understand. he then held up his book. you looked at the cover, seeing an illustration of a big ship in the water. kyle was getting desperate at this point. he held the book and rose right in front of your face, “g-girl, rrr, ro-se”. finally it clicked.

“you mean like rose, the girl from what you were watching on tv earlier?”. he broke out into a grin, glad that you were finally catching on. “yes!”, confirmed kyle. you..my. you. flower!”

it hit you. and it hit you hard. you finally understood. actually understood. he was calling you his rose. his flower. kyle’s grin immediately faded from his face when he saw your eyes getting watery, thinking he’d done something wrong. you caught saw this and immediately pulled him to you, wrapping your arms around him.

“no, ky babe. these are happy tears. i’m happy to be your flower. so so happy”

that night you layed in bed and thought. but this time, you weren’t thinking about the bad things. you were thinking about the best things.

kyle hadn’t said he loved you since the accident, but you knew that this was the next best thing. he literally called you his flower. in his mind, you were his rose and he was your jack. you could’ve laughed at how cheesy it sounded. but none of that mattered. it didn’t matter if it was cheesy. it didn’t matter if the only people that truly understood were kyle and you and it didn’t matter that still you had so far to go before he’d be back to being the same kyle as before the accident and that even then, he’d still be a changed man. the only thing that really mattered were you two. in the end, that’s the only that that would ever really matter.

[bigbadwolf619]

MRKZ Chapter 1 The Grizzly Huntsman's Return

{6 Months after the Fall of Beacon on an unknown island a secret base was on fire after a rampage} Maxy: Rrrrrr! {slashes away a black armored knight with his staff while bloodied} Black Knight: Daargh! {breaks through a pillar sliding on the ground}...fool...heretic...I thought you Huntsmen hunted down Grimms! Maxy: {breathing heavily wiping the blood off his lip} I'm no Huntsman, nor an Agent, I am here to end a corruption that hasn't died out! And like your "brothers" {drops an odd knife} I'm gonna make sure all of you die! Black Knight: Hmhmhm...fool...we all thought you were dead Grizzly Huntsman...but now that we know you're alive that changes things! Ahahahaha! Everywhere you go, whenever you sleep or eat we will be there, we'll find you and make you suffer, we'll kill everyone close to you, your family and friends! {throws a chain blade at him} Maxy: {catches it between his fingers}...Find me? No, 6 months I haven't slept or eaten properly, because all I do now is find your people and kill {wraps the chain around his neck choking him} Black Knight: Gaaaargh! Arrgh... Maxy: I will find all who served Ryzen Schwarz! All those responsible for my old Squad, Beacon and the Laark family! {snaps his neck} (6 Months after the Beacon incident and after finding out my own people have been overrun by some old enemies I became a rogue agent, I use to be Huntsman working for Atlas with my young stepbrother Ricky before we faked our deaths and were turn young again, of course it wasn't without consequence, our abilities and skills greatly went down, at Beacon we were barely able to hold back the threats, my new team members separated, Kalista stayed with Captain Prince, for her safety Ricky had to split from her, as for Zalick) I know he isn't the type to run away, wherever he is I hope he isn't dead, all I have now is me and my brother, Atlas must deal witha new threat, well an ancient threat really, Ozpin is gone and G.R.I.M.Ms is under new management, the Black Claw is back, but with Salem's attack and spread of fear they have taken advantage of the noise and are secretly taking over, I made it my primary objective to stop them all, I killed them before and I'll kill them again, I've trained for 6 months to be what I was when I was older, now here I am, hunting the claw once more) {on top of dark tower while there is a storm and rain} Maxy: {pushes back a muscular Grimm Hybrid with sharpteeth} Rrrrgh! Grimm Hybrid: I will bring your head to Lord Ryzen when he awakens again! Rrrarararar {swings his large claws} Maxy: {deflects his attacks with his staff} You wanna serve a dead man?! Grimm Hybrid: Lord Ryzen cannot diiiiiie! Rrrr! {slashes his Staff & pushes him back} Maxy: Grrrrgh! {feet slides as he struggles} I've killed him before...and I'll kill him again! {eyes go black & yellow as he dashes off like he teleported} Grimm Hybrid: Whoa! What the?! {gets multiple slashes in the back} Gaaaaargh! Maxy: {appears & slashes his horn off} Haar! Grimm Hybrid: Daargh! Grrrrrrraaaar! {punches the ground as it break} Maxy: Ah crap! {falls in the tower as the floor breaks} Whoooooa! {bounces in the air} Huur! {lands on his feet} Grimm Hybrid: {lands breaking the ground} Rrr! Maxy: Grr, come on then! Grimm Hybrid: {throws a table at him} Hrrr! Maxy: {moves left dodging without much effort} Grimm Hybrid: You killed my brother! I will have your head! Maxy: Don't worry you'll be joining him soon enough Grimm Hybrid: Grrrraaaar! {lunges at him at high speed} Maxy: {easily dodges all his claw swipes} The pressure you give the air is heavy, every move you make I feel, no matter how fast you are you'll always be predictable! {grips his arm} Grimm Hybrid: Grrr! Huh? What the hell?! {struggles} Why can't I break out?! Maxy: The Feral Grip Technique, no matter how strong you are so long as I don't let go you're screwed Grimm Hybrid: Grrrrrr! Son of a bi-{gets impaled} gurgh! Maxy: Hurts don't it? Grimm Hybrid: Grrrrr! {tries to swipe his head} Maxy: {ducks & flips him over} Rrr! Grimm Hybrid: {slams through a wall} Urgh! Maxy: {throws his Staff like a Javelin} Grimm Hybrid: Argh! {gets impaled to a power box then gets electrocuted to death} Gaaaargh! Aaaaargh! Aaaaaaaaargh...{fades away like a Grimm} Maxy:...Hm {arm is bleeding from his previous battles}...{passes out} {in a white bedroom} ????: {white haired woman} Max...Max {sleeping next to him} Maxy: Hmm...{yawns awake} Hey beautiful ????: Hmhm, you love dancing with death don't you? You're really helpless without me Maxy: All I think about is you, that day... ????: Max, I made my choice, I had to do what I did for peace Maxy:...{caresses her cheek} You should have taken me with you...I'm lost without you...Claire... Claire: You have a life to build, you have family and friends to care about, Mama Laark would be upset losing her son Maxy:... Claire: I love you Max Maxy:...Claire... Claire:...Now it's time to wake up, wake up... {back to reality} Maxy: {wakes up from his injuries} Grrgh! {gasping}...{slowly gets up}...gotta get outta here {the base goes on fire as he escapes} Maxy: {holding his arm as he limps out} Grrgh...well you guys were patient to wait for me how generous Black Claw Troops: {all aim their weapons at him} Maxy: Hehehe...great Black Claw Troops: {all get struck by orange lightning with an explosion} Aaaaargh! Maxy: Huh? Ricky: Max! {leaps down on a troop & stabs his neck} Hrr! Black Claw Trooper 1: Gurgh! Ricky: {grabs another & stabs him in the chest repeatedly before throwing a kunai at another} Black Claw Trooper 2: Gargh! Gurgh! Black Claw Trooper 3: {stabbed in the eye} Daargh! Maxy: Rrrr! {charges & chops into a troop} Black Claw Trooper 4: Urgh! Maxy: Hrrr! {throws him to another} Black Claw Trooper 5: Argh! Oh crap! Maxy: {blasts an energy orb from his staff obliterating them}...Well didn't expect you Rick Ricky: You dumbass, like I'd leave you behind Maxy: Haha! My bro! {bro fists & hugs} Good to see you again! Glad you recovered Ricky: Yeah well I wasn't gonna lay about while Remnant went to crap, speaking of which you an ass for not taking me before and you're an ass for leaving Mama Laark behind Maxy: She's safe Ricky: And now she wants to give you beating, man you look like crap Maxy: Yeah well I've been huntin Ricky: I thought you weren't a Huntsman anymore Maxy: No, I'm just a Predator now Ricky: Well Mr Predator, Mama wants to see you, so grow a pair and let's go Maxy: Yeah-Yeah {follows him} Ricky: We'll come back here later Maxy: No need {pulls out a detonator & presses it blowing everything up} Ricky: Geez man! Where the hell did you get that?! Maxy: I had Green make it for me before I went rogue Ricky: Adam Green? Huh... Maxy: I'm serious in taking down the Claw Ricky: Well before you do, let's head back {grabs his arm as he teleports them both back home} {They end up back to their old huge village called Hawe which was like a Ghetto} Ricky: Welcome back to Hawe Max Maxy: Damn...it's good to be home {both walk in} Man 1: {walking by} Whoa! Max?! Maxy: Sup? Man 2: Dude is Maxy, he's back Man 3: Yo Maxy! Good to see you man! Woman 1: It's been years! Child 1: Maxy! {waves} Welcome back! Maxy: Timmy, oh damn you getting tall little man, you might get taller than me {rubs his head} Child 1: Hehehe! Child 2: Maxy, why did you go? Maxy: New work, had to move, but I'm here Child 3: {pouts} Yeah, for now at least Maxy: Hey I'm sorry for being gone ok? After I'm done with...work, I'll be here Children: Really?! Maxy: Yep Children: Yaaaay! Maxy: You guys run along now Ricky: You see? Everyone misses you Max, Hawe hasn't been the same without us Maxy: Wish we never left, but we had a job in Vale Ricky: Hold it, who the hell are those guys? Maxy: Hmm? {sees a group of white-clad people} Hmm...hey Randy, who are those guys? Randy: {shopkeeper} Some members of the White Fang, they seek to talk with you and Rick Max Maxy: Damn you Khan...let's go Rick Ricky: Easy way or hard way? Maxy: Let's try easy 1st, fellas, can I help you? White Fang 1: You are Maximus Laark, the Grizzly Huntsman? Maxy: {sighs} Yes... White Fang 2: So the rumors of your death were false? Maxy: Where are you going with this? White Fang 3: An alliance with the 1 who took down the false god Ryzen Schwarz will help our cause, with skills like yours we can turn the tide Ricky: What tide? Oh you mean the masscre at the Academy? White Fang 2: Silence human! You have no say in the matter Ricky: Oh that's rich coming from some losers working for some humans, being their lapdogs White Fang 2: What did you say?! Ricky: You heard me, pup White Fang 2: Grrrr... White Fang 4: Enough! The wolf here may not be a faunas but he does indeed have the spirit of 1, being raised by the Laarks is indeed a blessing Ricky: Listen to nice lady fido White Fang 2: You- White Fang 4: Eren!...Back to the boat White Fang 2:... Ricky: Attaboy White Fang 2: {glares at him} Ricky: {whistles} White Fang 2:...{walks off} White Fang 4: Apologies Maxy: So the Fang wants us over? Why the call? I thought you guys were owning the humans White Fang 1: Currently after the damages done in Beacon Academy we have been targeted a lot more Maxy: Gee, I mean why would a massacre anger a lot of people? White Fang 4: Save the jest, we know of our mistake Maxy: And now you live with the lives of a thousand young students who barely hit maturity, I bet sleeping is a breeze for all of you White Fang 3: Alright! We get it! We did something horrible and now we must take that in Maxy: Was that Khan's orders or was it someone else? White Fang 4:... Ricky: I think you guys know, Adam Taurus Maxy: The youngblood? Oh bravo to you guys {claps} you left the leadership to an angry kid White Fang 1: We're afraid of his...choices, many of the other members have already taken his side...I fear Sienna Khan's life is in danger Maxy: She made her choice, she gets killed that's on her White Fang 4: You're a protecter like Maverick, are you not?! Don't you care?! Maxy:...We're done here White Fang 4:...You'll never be like Maverick {walks off} Maxy: As I remember, Dad only saved your people, he never worked with you, so don't you dare talk about him like you know him, beat it White Fang 1:...{all of them go off} Ricky:...That red haired was pretty cute though Maxy: Yeah Mama Laark: Maximus Roadkil Laark! Maxy: Oh crap...Mama! Mama Laark: Don't you Mama me boy, Imma whoop yo ass for shootin off like goddamn Hermes boy {gets her belt} Imma beat you ass good, come here! Maxy: Mama come on! {runs off} I'm sorry! Mama Laark: Say sorry to my soles boy! Maxy: Mama please! {goes behind a pillar} I'm sorry ok! Mama Laark: You leave me behind, you even leave you baby brother behind Ricky: Exactly Maxy: Ok! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was angry and stupid Mama Laark: And boy you are mess, is that your blood?! Maxy: Err some of it Mama Laark: You dopey boy, get yo ass over here {grabs his arm & takes him in the house} Maxy: Mama- Mama Laark: Sit Maxy: {sits down on a seat} Mama Laark: Rest up, I'll get the First Aid Maxy: But Mama I got no time to rest Mama Laark: Hush boy and rest, you can whoop some ass later, geez we need to stitch this and this Maxy: Mama I'm fine I don't need this Mama Laark: Shut up and rest Maxy: {sighs & slowly closes his eyes} Ricky: It's good to have you back Max Maxy: Heh...{goes to sleep} Claire: {voice}...Hm...what are you gonna do without me? END

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~Guide Me~ Ch. 1

A STORY I’M ACTUALLY CURRENTLY WORKING ON FOR MY BOOK CALLED GUIDE ME. LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU THIN :) ~Shae xoxo

Chapter One Rissa I sit here. In this dark, depressing, dimly lit cell. Thinking back to the events that had just transpired. How could this have happned? I had been so good at hiding it. So good at keeping it a secret. But then out of no where, my whole world was just ripped away from me. And now I sit here awaiting my death. Sitting here, hot tears streaming down my face. I knew what my fate was. But what was the fate of my lover, the fate of my dear friends, the fate of my only son? What would happen to them? Would I ever see them again? Would they ever see each other again? Finally the grief comsumed me and I just cried until I couldn't cry anymore. I slowly drifted off into a restless sleep. I could see it. I could see his face. My little Xavier. So young and so happy. So precious. He was held by his father, my lover, Nathan Felix, who went by Six. The only man I ever truly loved. They both stood under a blossoming dogwood tree.  The air was cool and fresh. The sky was painted with blues, purples, and oranges as the sun was setting. The grass underfoot was lightly damp.  I was rushing through the field to get to the two of them. I wanted nothing more then to kiss Felix and to hold Xavier. However, as I got closer, they got further away. So I began to run and as I picked up speed, they continued to get farther and farther away. But I did finally get close enough to reach my hand out to Xavier and as I did, so did he, but sadly right before our fingers could touch, a lightening bolt struck right between us. Scaring both of us. He drew back his tiny hand and  tucked his head into his father's shoulder and sobbed, likewise I snatched my hand back and as I did they both faded away. It was as if they blew away with the wind. I looked all around myself for them. But nothing. All I saw was lightning, all I heard was thunder, and the sky was completely pitch black. Then it began to rain, a complete down pour. I was so sad. All I could do was fall to the ground. Crying and sobbing hysterically. They were really gone. I would never see them again. Just then I heard a voice saying, "Are you Rissa?" I couldnt tell if it was in the dream world or if it was in the real world, until I heard it again more vividly this time. "Wake up, we only have a few minutes, you are Rissa Taylor, right?" Indeed I am. But more on this a little later. I want to explain how I ended up where I did, so you can better understand my predicament and why this dream was so hellish to me. It all began several years ago, when I was only 18. I was helping my father, who was a doorkeeper. He would go around helping people clear trash out of their homes and fields. Collecting things no one wanted and taking them back to my mothers shop. She sold repurposed things. It was a very lovely little store. New and Old right alongside each other. The only issue was, we were all constantly in danger because my mother ran a Reading Circle out of the back of the store. A Reading Circle is a place where people could come and discuss religious things and read from their Holy Books. In the world that we no lived in, freedom of speech and freedom of religion no longer exsisted. They did at one time but because people didn't protect their rights, they were stripped away from us. My mother stood behind her descision to have her Reading Circle even though it was very dangerous and could get us all executed. Though the idea did scare me at times, I supported my mother 100% and so did my father. We even joined in sometimes, if we didn't have that much garbage to clear that day. But one particular day we werent there while she hosted the Reading Circle and it was raided. Someone had tipped of The Head, our now government officals, and they sent Raiders to raid the shop and see if the rumors were true. They murdered everyone inside, leaving no survivors and the whole shop torn to pieces. When my father and I arrived back home after a long day the neighbors explained to us what had happened and even helped us clean up the shop and prepare a funeral for the fallen believers. I still couldn't believe that I had lost my mother. But I had to at some point move foreward and continue my job with dad and make sure that we could support our home without mom. There was another day that I was out picking up trash and debrie, this time I was all by myself. I was on my own because I wanted dad to sleep in and have a day off. Mom's death hit him even harder then me, and I would never truly know why until several years later. But on this particualr day I was loading the cart when a boy, NO, a man, walked past me and nearly took my breath away. He was goregous. Tall, Dark, and Handsome. He had beautiful blue eyes and flowing brownish black hair. He wore a shirt that showed off his upper body very well. As he walked away, he looked over his shoulder at me and ran his strong hand through his luscious hair. I dropped the bag I was holding and trash went everywhere. As I was picking it up a shadow was cast over me and when I looked up, it was the same guy. "Want some help?" he asked "Sure." I said, standing up quickly and brushing myself off "I'm Nathan, but you can call me Six." he said looking deep into my soul with his pulsing blue eyes. He threw the rest of the trash into the cart and then finished with a question, "Whats your name?" I stood there a moment, bewitched by his eyes, becoming lost in the blueness, like a ship lost at sea, but then suddenly snapped out of it and stuttered an answer, "Rrr-issa Rissa Taylor." "Oh." he replied, looking down at the ground I was confused by this, what was that suppose to mean. I had never done anything to tarnish my name or my family name, so why would he all of a sudden become closed off. "Oh?" I enquired, I had to know more "Sorry. When I heard your name, I remembered the article I read a couple days ago about the Circle Raid that happened in Unit 44. I'm sorry for your loss." he said, again looking at the ground I was shocked! I didnt know there had been an article. What did it say? Why was it written? Probably to heed people from Circle Readings. Trying to push forward their communist agenda through the tradgey of a lost life in a small family. I snapped back to the conversation and asked, "What all did it say?" "It just warned against illegal meetings and how people should only be reading materials The Head has distriputed. It went on to say that the loss of this woman, left behind a young girl and her father. The names were listed as Stephan Taylor and his daughter Clarissa "Rissa" Taylor. Thats how I knew who you were. Again I'm so sorry." The waeight of it all hit me right then and there. My mother was gone and it was all because of The Head and their stupid rules. If it hadnt been for all the laws, my mother could have done her Reading Circle without fear of death. But no The All Powerful Head couoldnt have that. She wasnt hurting anyone, she wasnt doing anything wrong. But no, they decided that she was too much of a threat, along with the others that had chosen to gather with her. Why was our world like this? I remembered peaceful days where my mother read to me out of her prayer book and we would sing songs and have a great time praising our Creator. But the only person we were to praise now was The Head. The same person who took my mother away and my father and I had to pick up the pieces of a raid that should have never happened. Not to mention the trauma it enflicted on both of us. My father was so heartbroken he could barely get out of bed and do his daily tasks. Even getting coffee in the morning had become a chore, because mother and him always use to share a cup so that the rations would last longer. This government had taken my freedom, my liberty, my rights, my pride, and now my mother! with tears welling up in my eyes I shouted, "No! No! No!" The man was a bit taken aback and asked, "Are you okay?" "No, they've taken everything from me, but they won't get away with it." I said, trying to wipe my eyes and compose myself before I completly lost it. "You hate The Head too?" he inquired, his eyes glued to me for my answer Oh crap! What if he was an undercover officer working for The Head, going around using his looks to by pass the walls built up by young girls to see who was for and against The Head and take them out without any big commotion coming from it. Had I just signed my death certificate? Honestly I didnt care if I had or hadnt, I was so fed up with this government and what they thought they could get away with. This was my life and I was going to live it how I saw fit. So I straightened myself up, wiped my eyes, looked him square in the face and stated confidently and boldly, "I hate The Head with every fiber of my being, and God willing I will take each and everyone of them down. And in so doing, make them feel the same agonizing pain I have felt for the last 18 years of my life." there was a moment of silence, if felt like that moment lasted a a thousand years, then out of no where a smirk spread across his face and he said, "Good. We need more like you if were ever gonna take these sons of whores down." and with that he pulled out a cigarrette and lit it, even offered it to me. And since that day I have never loved a man more then my dear Nathan Felix.

[theravencawsatmidnight]

1868 London.

Horses and carriages clicked over the cobblestone road. A man was sitting at the front to direct to horses while you sat inside looking impatient. Your father had woken you up rather early to go pick something up for him. Foolish. This is what the servants are for not you. You had money and you loved to use it whenever it benefitted you.

You lived an easy life in a big house with servants and hot meals every night. Everything was handed to you on a silver spoon. The servants called you spoiled but you did not care in the slightest. You could make them disappear whenever you wanted and have a new servant by morning. Your father never tried to marry you off , you could stay home as long as you wanted. The dresses you wore were always beautiful, nothing too extravagant , more on the corset and flowy dress side , perfect for a little privileged girl like you. So why would your loving father send you on such a task instead of sending the help?

The carriage came to a stop and the door was opened for you along with a bow from a gentleman. He helped you out of the carriage and led you inside to a fancy house full of jewelry and swords all in glass cases shining in the sunlight. You stopped a few times to gaze at these fine relics , your fingers creeping up the glass in anticipation

. The man cooed you over to a certain glass case that was covered with a pretty red cloth. He lifted the cloth revealing the priceless gem you had been eyeing . The Lavender Cats Eye, a beauty. No merchant could put a price on such a fine rock. The slit in the middle was a dark purple and seemed to stare straight at you no matter which side you looked at it from. It was often referred to as the ‘Wandering Eye’ for a reason.

The man freed it from the case slowly. A pretty silver chain following it . You clapped, skipped over and pulled your hair to your front so he could put it on you. As soon as it was secure around your neck a purple cat ran into the room jumping on a glass case to stare at you. A disgusted look fell over your face and the man shooed the cat away apologizing immensely for the sudden interruption. You thought nothing of it since you were preoccupied with the gem around your neck glistening in the sun. You would have to thank your father for such a lavish gift upon your return.

•••••••••

The cat zipped all around the carriages in the road disrupting things , spooking the horses. It hopped onto a fruit stand kicking its legs till it got up on the top to jump again onto a nearby roof . It scaled all along the shingles from roof to roof , the cat jumped down to a stone wall to run along that led out of the area into the forest until the stone wall ran out . It slowed to a happy trot taking in the scenery .

It came to an old looking shack with one window in the front with a black cloth sitting in it blowing slightly. The cat nudged the door, scratching it till it opened. It trotted inside yowling watching the man lay back down on the beat up bed to look at a shiny bracelet in his hand. The cat jumped onto the bed making its way to the man's chest and sat down.

“Rr…”

“Yes Ruyo? What did you find for me?”

Ruyo looked all around at the beat up shack , it was all made of wood and stone and a faded grey color. Everything was poor looking except for the bags of gems and jewelry overflowing in the corner.

The man picked up Ruyo holding him in the air and Ruyo yowled again shaking his paws till the man put him down.

“Oh Ruyo, “

“Rrr!!!!”

The man blinked sitting up holding the cat up. “The cat's eye? “

“Rr……”

The man placed the bracelet around the cat's neck and set him down to pet his back in long strokes. “Perfect.. you'll have to show me tomorrow. “. He ran his free hand through his purple hair grimacing and laying back down , his hand moved about the bed finding a ring . He held it up in the shining light admiring its beauty. Ruyo purred deep at his masters strokes along his back , lifting his rear each time his fingers slid over it , his front paws kneading the old bed.

The Lavender Cats Eye.. he had been after that for a while now , him and Ruyo traveled far and wide for it coming up empty. They did gather quite the loot though, making them well off . Tomorrow he would have to see it for himself, the lovely Wandering Eye.

••

You had been woken up early in the morning by one of the girls who tended to you. With a groan you pulled yourself out of bed going straight to your lovely Eye to admire its beauty.

“Young Miss. Are you ever going to wear the item? It's lovely and should be seen by all.”

“Absolutely not. It's priceless, if something happened to my Eye i don't know what I would do.”

The young girl put your bed together, smoothing out the lovely red blanket .”I suppose that's true, Young Miss.” she joined you to admire the Eye for a minute before opening up the windows to let air in. “Young Miss. we have your morning duties today. Please go get ready for them”

She followed your grumpy person out of the bed room, the door clicking shut behind her.

The man inched out of the tree upside down holding his capture scarf that was tied to a branch . He had a clear view of your lavish home. He put his feet together admiring it. Ruyo wiggled out of his scarf climbing up his body to sit on the branch and yowl.

“So its in there? “

“Rr…”

He stretched out his right arm to scratch his scruffy chin thinking on how to go about this.”Ruyo ya know you dont need to hide in my scarf all the time.” He scratched the other side of his chin.

“Rrrrrrrr.”

“No i'm not blaming you for my face itching and no i'm not getting rid of it.” He climbed back up and jumped to the ground pulling his dark hood up. Ruyo jumped down crawling inside his hood to lay down with his tail around his neck , two lavender eyes peeking out under the man's hair.

“Hungry?” He strolled into town, swiping an apple off a stand and eating it, Ruyo growled making the man laugh . “Of course you are. “ he chuckled making his way to the local fish market. On his way there he spotted a WANTED sign and stopped to read it.

Hitoshi Shinso.

Thief.

Reward 800 Pounds.

“The least they could do is get my face right. Ruyo, do I look that old?” He asked, continuing his walk. The cat made a mocking sound and Shinso shook his head smiling.

••

The morning duties were anything but enjoyable, go see the animals, greet the people answering questions. Talk about the affairs of London with the other spoiled women of the town, sipping tea, eating biscuits, laughing while the help looked on in annoyance.

One of your friends was talking about the Cat Thief and you laughed waving your hand. “Pesky creatures, that's why i don't have one”

“No no, y/n he has a cat and they steal.” Warned your friend putting her tea down. She had a blue fancy hat on.

“I hear he's rough looking, scary even” chimed in the one on your left.

“No sir.” Said the blue hat one, touching her face. “What do you mean? “

“He's got scruff on his face!” Yelled the one to your left.

Everyone gasped at the little table and the two servants looked at each other.

“Unkept!! Lives in the dirt!!!” She added. “A mockery of a man!! And his cat is just as dirty! A low life tainting our way of living. A very tall man who looks tired all the time! His clothes are all black and his hands are large and coarse! I heard he takes women and they never come back. He does something to them, hypnotize i think, he knows dark magic”

The servants whispered to each other. “Sounds hot.”

“I'm right there with you “ agreed the other.”Better than living here with these clowns.”

“Want to go shopping ? I need to pick up supper.” Asked the servant to her friend.

“Okay, its better than this.” They left you alone with your gossipy friends. Your friends went on and on but you paid no mind. As if such a man would approach you or your gems.

••

“Emilia?,” asked the tall servant.

“Yes, Veronica?” Asked the short one

“Do you think the missing women are true?” She asked while walking the market . Passing Shinso who was feeding Ruyo some fish in his hood , he noticed the girls and smiled following them.

“I don't think so, magic is mumbo jumbo and not real silly.” Emilia said , stopping by a large ship to admire it. “I'd love to get on a ship and just… go.”

Veronica leaned on her friend holding her hand. “We will , I promise.”

“Why not go now..?” Shinso asked, appearing next to them, still feeding Ruyo. The girls jumped holding each other to see the Cat Theif right next to them, scratching his scruff with his free hand. His gaze traveled to them and Emila stood in front of her friend. “If your planning on taking us away, don't even-“ he held out a little bag to her, dropping it in her hands. Ruyo rubbed on Shinsos neck purring , happy with his meal.

“I've never taken anyone away, I think sending them away is the proper way to say it.”

The girls looked in the bag and fell into each other; money, jewels , rings.

“Get on outta here lost little kitties.” He pat each of their heads.

“Thank you!!!” Emilia cried out.

Veronica grabbed his sleeve looking like she was going to cry. “It's yours. Believe me we have plenty more.” Shinso smirked. “But.. i do have a couple questions about that spoiled woman you work for.. or well, worked for”. Emilia shoved the bag in her dress and held out her hand. “What do you want to know about little miss perfect?”

Shinso grabbed her hand along with Veronicas smiling. Ruyo also rubbed on Shinsos face purring, looking rather pleased.

••

Finally, the day was over and you were free to admire your precious gems in solitude. Veronica and Emila never showed up after tea time and you were forced to make food for yourself, the nerve. With a slam the door to your bed room closed , you stomped to your dresser but you stopped to admire yourself in the mirror. Such a lovely dress. So pink, perfect, the only one of its kind. You turned looking over your shoulder in the mirror smiling.

Ruyo was sitting above your window flicking his tail to give the signal. Shinso scaled the building like it was nothing. Using his scarf to hold and pull himself up he slipped into your room rubbing the back of his neck scanning all around till he saw it. “Pretty Kitty..”

Ruyo yowled and Shinso rolled his eyes going over to the case crouching down to stare at it. “Besides you, Ruyo”

His hand lightly caressed the lovely silver chain moving down to the actual gem . It shined in the setting sun glistening . He had just gotten a good grip on it when the door clicked. He shot up running into the closet leaving the Eye shutting the door pulling his hood up and making himself flat against the wall.

After you admire yourself in the mirror you danced to the dresser to admire the Eye. “Perfect, amazing. All mine.” You rubbed its front and skipped to the closet for a night gown . You opened the closet not even noticing Shinso on the side, his eyes watched you close and as soon as you turned away from him he slipped out past you crouched going to the dresser snatching the Eye. The window was the safe way out, he would be stupid to go through the house. He whistled and Ruyo looked in upside down to see you taking your dress off and Shinso. He motioned his hands and Ruyo stuck out his tongue .

“I feed you fish and this is what i get-“

You turned to see Shinso still crouched , the Eye in his hand. “Oh f.”

“GUARDS!!!!” You yelled covering yourself, falling over.

Shinso shot up running towards you stepping over you getting to the window placing a foot on it. “Well that was easier than i thought.” He looked back grinning and Ruyo jumped into his scarf purring .

You stumbled up to see him in the window , “no!! It's mine!!! “

Shinso tipped his hood to you jumping out the window.

••

Happy birthday Shinso you deserve that Hero spot i love you , you are my heart and soul💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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