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solarsystementertainment · 2 years ago

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Park Wonjae's Day Off

Quick background info. Wonjae and Wookjin were actually both held back a year or two and Test Mess takes place in like 2015. If math still doesn't add up, just pretend it does.

TW SLIGHT EMETO

Wonjae sighed as his alarm went off. He had gotten a call from his mom around lunch yesterday and he needed the day off today to deal with something. He couldn’t really ask for a day off on such short notice, and as a rookie idol, he wasn't really in a position to demand the day off. He might be able to get the day off if he were to just explain the situation, but he honestly wasn’t sure anyone would understand, so the third oldest decided to go the route of lying to everyone and pretend to be sick.

Around an hour after his mom had called him, he intentionally began messing up in dance practice. He would force a wince everytime the bass of the music got a little too loud and began to rub at his temples for added effect. Instead of joining the group for dinner, he went straight to his room and said he wasn’t really hungry.

While he did have his own bathroom, it shared a wall with one of the other bedrooms. It was still a bit early to actually be awake, but it was perfect for his plan. Wonjae went to his bathroom and apologized in his head to whoever he was about to wake up before he started coughing as hard as he could make himself cough.

As a kid Wonjae had learned rather quickly that he had a fairly sensitive gag reflex. From going to the dentist or having the doctor use a tongue depressor. Even holding something in his mouth too long would cause him to gag. At one point he even learned that if he opens his mouth wide enough, he can trigger his own gag reflex. Now he wasn’t planning on actually throwing up. He was just going to cough and make himself gag so it would seem like he’s dry heaving or even puking to whoever is on the other side of the wall. He knew that he shared a wall with the room that Daehyun, Jihoon, Youngbin, and Minseok were in, but he wasn’t sure who, if anyone, was actually sleeping next to the shared wall.

It wasn't even two minutes later that he heard a knock on the wall. "Hyung, are you okay?" Wonjae was pretty sure it was Minseok who asked, but he wasn’t fully certain. He made sure to cough again before responding.

“My stomach’s just a bit upset. I’ll be fine.” He then took a glass he had been filled with water earlier and poured it into the toilet while he coughed.

“I’m going to tell hyung you’re sick, so he can tell our manager that you're not going in for schedules today.” Minseok said. Wonjae didn’t feel it necessary to respond. He decided to throw a shirt on before grabbing a mask and leaving his room. While he didn’t actually throw up, his stomach was hurting a little from the slightly unnecessary display and the fact that he hadn’t actually had any dinner the previous night. Also, it would be better for him to act as he normally does when he has a stomach bug even though he hasn’t actually been stomach sick around his members yet.

He felt slightly guilty about seeing that he had woken up the four members while he was pretending to be sick, but he told himself that in this case the ends would justify the means, so he pushed the guilt to the back of his mind and told himself that he would apologize later. Youngbin was sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone. Wonjae sat down next to Youngbin before placing his head on the younger’s shoulder and groaning.

“I don’t feel good.” He unintentionally startled Youngbin a bit, but the younger looked at him in sympathy while he ran a hand through his hair.

“Hyung, I’d be surprised if you didn’t not feel good right after throwing up.” The duo fell into silence and Daehyun emerged from the kitchen a few minutes later with a steaming bowl of soup. Wonjae sat up and slowly began to eat the soup. When he finished Daehyun brought the bowl back to the kitchen and Wonjae put his head back on Youngbin’s shoulder. He was actually tired enough that he found himself falling back asleep, eventually putting his arms around Youngbin and cuddling him.

Wonjae woke up around forty-five minutes later to hushed speaking coming from all sides. He blinked his eyes open and sat up. He then quickly realized what he’d done and rapidly switched positions, so that he wasn’t touching Youngbin at all. In the process he accidentally knocked over a bucket that had been placed at his feet.

“Wonnie, Minseok-ah told me you got sick this morning, so I went ahead and texted our manager to tell him that you’re not coming in today. I will say he’s not happy, and you will have to put in some extra hours when you're able to go back to work.” Jehyuk said, looking slightly concerned. Wonjae merely nodded in response, not really knowing what to say in response.

Wonjae continued to sit on the couch as the others bustled about the dorm getting ready to leave. He was on his phone, quietly texting with both his mom and Wookjin. Wookjin thought he was being ridiculous and he didn’t tell his mom what exactly he was doing, just that he had gotten the day off and he’d be home within an hour or so. After a little bit the others left, sending Wonjae some ‘get well’ wishes. As soon as the door to the apartment was shut, Wonjae went to his room to get dressed before texting his mom that he’d be home soon. He then grabbed his own car keys and left the apartment as well.

As Wonjae was driving to his mother’s house, he was beginning to feel guiltier and guiltier about playing hooky. He decided that he would try to go to the company building at some point after he finished the visit, which shouldn’t take more than ten minutes. Right before getting on the road after finishing with his mother, he sent a quick text to Jehyuk saying he was feeling much better and he might stop by the company later in the day. He then began the drive back home, feeling less guilty with a Hello Kitty backpack riding shotgun.

By the time he had arrived back at the dorm, Wonjae had yet to get a response from Jehyuk. He grabbed the backpack and slung it over his shoulder before opening up the backseat and helping a little girl get out of the car. “So I was thinking of putting your stuff in my room then we can make some pancakes. After I was thinking that we could go to the aquarium, eomma has told me how you’ve been wanting to go but she hasn’t had time. Then if there’s time I can show you where I work.” Wonjae winced a little as the girl screeched rather loudly in excitement at the day’s plans.

At the company building, the group was having their first water break of the day. Jehyuk was looking at his phone and frowning. “What’s up hyung?” Arthur asked.

“I got a text from Wonjae. It’s weird. He says he’s feeling a lot better and that he plans on coming in later.” Arthur frowned too and went over to the older to look at the text as well.

“You’re right, that really doesn’t sound like him. He refused to hang out with us over Christmas because of a cold. Although he was sleeping on Youngbin’s shoulder this morning. Maybe he just had an upset stomach and wasn’t really sick?” The fourth oldest suggested.

“I think I’ll just respond that he should probably stay home and rest, but if he really wants to come in, he can.” Jehyuk said as he typed out the message. The leader then sat down with the others for the remainder of their water break and filled them in on Wonjae’s condition.

Two hours later, it was time for the group to break for lunch. It had been decided that it was Taehoon’s turn to return to the dorm to feed their pets, and he agreed to check on Wonjae while he was there. All the members were hesitant in believing that Wonjae was better, but he is an adult, so even if he’s actually sick, there’s not much they’d be able to do to keep him from coming in.

Taehoon walked into the dorm and was immediately greeted by the two dogs. The three cats were scattered around the common area and he moved to the kitchen to get the animals' lunch ready. As he prepared the food, he noticed the kitchen sink full of dirty dishes that appeared to contain some kind of batter. “He must be feeling better if he made himself something substantial.” Taehoon thought out loud to himself. He put the bowls of food in their respective places before going to knock on Wonjae’s door.

“Hyung, I came home to feed the pets. I also wanted to see how you’re feeling.” There was no response. One part of Taehoon’s brain figured that Wonjae was probably sleeping, but another part of him wanted to be absolutely certain he wasn’t getting sick again. He knocked on the door a bit more forcefully before turning the knob. The room was empty and he could see that the bathroom was also most likely empty from where he was standing. He also took note of the Hello Kitty backpack and Barbies that were splayed out on the older’s bed. He wasn’t sure what to make of that, so he filed it away for later and decided to head back to the company.

There was still forty minutes left of lunch when Taehoon entered the room. He joined the circle on the floor and helped himself to some food. He ate a couple of bites before responding to the quizzical looks from the others.

“Hyung wasn’t there. My first guess is he might have gone to his apartment, but I’m not sure.” The others weren’t sure how to respond to Taehoon’s information that Wonjae wasn’t at the dorm. They were about to start discussing whether or not they should try texting him, when the door slammed open and a little girl bounded into the room.

“Oppa, they’re not practicing. They’re eating!” She hollered behind her as she skipped over to the couch and sat down. Needless to say, the eleven men in the room were very confused. Even more so when Wonjae walked in.

“Iseul, I told you to wait for me. You can’t just run into the practice room like that.” Wonjae sighed while smiling. He set his own bag down with the others before joining the circle. He waved the girl over to join him and she happily sat in his lap.

Wonjae seemed to instinctively start braiding the girl’s hair as he began to introduce the members. “Guys, this is Iseul. She’s my baby sister.” “OPPA, I’M NOT A BABY!” She essentially screamed in his ear. Wonjae grinned a little as he continued braiding her hair.

“You’re almost eight and I’m almost twenty-nine. Do you want to know how many of your diapers I changed?” He challenged. Iseul quieted down a bit, but quickly went back to being energetic. She was completely oblivious to the confused looks of the others as she began rambling about how excited she was to dance with her oppa.

Iseul eventually got bored of sitting on Wonjae’s lap, so she decided to go to the computer to pull up some of her favorite music. Wonjae sighed as he turned towards the others. “For starters, I’d like to apologize. I wasn’t actually sick this morning. It was all an act.” He bowed to the others for a moment before continuing his explanation.

Iseul’s on school break. Appa is on a business trip and eomma couldn’t get off work for the entirety of it. One of the neighbors was originally going to watch her, but something came up yesterday and they had to cancel. Eomma called yesterday to ask if I could watch her, and I said yes. I knew that I wasn’t going to get a day off on such short notice, so I faked sick.” Wonjae smiled as Iseul turned on the Frozen soundtrack and she came back over, tackling him to the floor.

“Wait hyung.” Jasper said. “Iseul is your sister?” Wonjae nodded. “But she’s like twenty years younger than you.” Wonjae nodded again. He opened his mouth to respond, but Iseul responded first.

“Guess who was the accident.” This caused Wonjae to quickly cover her mouth and whisper a scolding in her ear. Although he quickly started laughing. Iseul stood up and then began tugging on Wonjae’s arm to make him stand up as well. She then began instructing her brother how to dance to the disney music that was blasting through the room.

A short while later the dance instructor returned and looked a bit annoyed at the music that was playing. He then saw Wonjae dancing with the girl and smiled. He did turn off the music for a moment to introduce himself then turned the group’s most recent title track on and began walking her through a very simplified version of the choreography.

The entire group wound up having a lot of fun with the rest of dance practice. Iseul interrupted the instructor a couple of times to give her two cents on how she thought a movement should be. But all in all, it was a good time. The instructor even cut practice early because he wasn’t about to keep a young child past five. The instructor also made it clear that Iseul was welcome to join so long as they weren’t in the heavy throws of comeback prep.

Upon arriving back at the dorm, Iseul ran straight to Wonjae’s room and quickly returned with her arms full of her barbies. She began passing them out to the members that weren’t in the kitchen and she insisted they play with her. It didn’t take long for dinner to be made and the group happily ate as Iseul began talking about all the fish she had seen with Wonjae at the aquarium. After dinner, they all settled in the living room.

“Is Iseul going to be staying the night?” Jehyuk asked as he noticed it was getting kind of late. Wonjae shook his head. Before he could answer the doorbell rang. He got up and answered the door letting Wookjin in. “Iseul, Oppa Wook is here.” He called. Iseul excitedly ran to the entryway, her backpack haphazardly filled with her dolls. Wonjae and Wookjin exchanged a kiss before he left with Iseul.

Wonjae closed the door then joined the others in the living room. The others began bombarding him with questions that they hadn’t wanted to ask earlier, and he answered most of them. Obviously the manager found out that Wonjae had faked sick and he called Wonjae to tell him that if he needed time off for emergency babysitting in the future he just needed to ask. Wonjae was glad that he wasn’t in any trouble with his members or the company.

“So, will you need to watch Iseul tomorrow too?” Merlin asked. Wonjae shook his head.

“Wookjin is going to watch her tomorrow. He normally works nights, so he couldn’t watch her today because he needed to sleep. He has the next three days off so he has no problem watching her. Then it’s the weekend, so she’ll be back home with eomma. After that her school break is over, so she probably won’t need any babysitting for a while.” The others nodded in understanding before they all settled in for a quiet movie.

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crazylovemail · 2 years ago

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hello my love!!!!! 💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞 hope you’ve been keeping well, nd i hope you don’t mind if i quickly steal a spot sjdjsnd but don’t force yourself to write this if you don’t wanna, ily!!

// coughing // may i req for either koga / kuro for a reader who struggles to sleep at night but tends to be sleepy all around the day,,. who literally sleeps anywhere and everywhere LOLOL

ilysm!!

xx 🍒

🌸 ~ let's get you comfy

Since I did koga for you last time, I decided to go with kuro. Hope you like it, Love you ♡

Note: I wrote this in a sleepy state so there might be grammatical errors. I apologize in advance

Word count: 678

“I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm so sorry”

Those were the only words you could mutter out after you had bumped into your boyfriend for the how manyth time now? Your body had gone into autopilot mode long ago but with that foggy mind of yours, things were bound to go wrong at some point.

Kuro could only look at you, confusion and worry filling his eyes, as he held your sides to prevent you from falling. It wasn't the first time you'd acted like this, in fact it was a lot more common than he wanted it to be. Even if he had seen you sleeping countless times during the day, you still remained sleepy as ever. The only thing that could explain it was..

“how many hours of sleep did you get last night”

You blinked once. Then twice. To be completely honest, you barely even slept at all. It wasn't like you didn't want to, you just couldn't for some unexplainable reason. Your eyes nervously darted to the sides, trying to avoid kuro's at all cost, but he soon enough crouched a little and tilted his head, determined to get an answer out of you. At this, you couldn't help but sigh.

“2... Maybe. Not sure.”

Instantly, kuro could feel his heart break into a million pieces. That explained the eyebags, the drowsy behavior all through the day and your tendency to sleep at any time during the day. He hated to see you like that, he much preferred your usual energetic side, the side of you when you were fully awake. Moreover, you deserved a good night's sleep, no?

“know what?”

And even if it wasn't night yet, how could kuro, as your boyfriend, keep you from getting the sleep you much, much needed?

“let's get you comfy first”

Before you could process what he had just said, you suddenly couldn't feel the floor beneath you anymore as Kuro had swiftly swiped you off your feet in a bridal style. Your face was buried deep into his chest and you could smell his warm, comforting scent. It was.. Quite the flustering situation that you had found yourself in, your heart started racing paired with an immense heat that rose to your face. Kuro himself didn't seem that bothered by it, however. His expression remained calm as ever, but if you paid just a little more attention, you could feel his heart thumping against your cheeks in a slightly faster rhythm than usual...

Lost in your thoughts, you didn't even realize your love had carried you all the way to your bedroom. It was only when he gently laid you down that you came back to your senses, although not before instinctively tightening your grip on his arms. Noticing this action of yours, Kuro let out a chuckle and leaned in to place a soft, fluttery kiss on your forehead, one that said 'don't worry, love. You'll be fine'.

You'd expect him to tell you to go sleep now and leave, but instead the redhead made his way to the other side of the bed and layed down next to you. It took him only seconds after that to find a comfortable position and scoop you in his arms, pulling you close to him which funny enough made you face a similar situation as earlier.

“I'll be right here, yea? So just close your eyes and rest.”

He had only spoken a few words, yet why did it feel like he had sung you a sweet ullaby? When did you start feeling so drowsy? How did he manage to make you feel so at ease by just being there? You could only wonder and do as he said.

To close your eyes, right.. You did. You closed them shut so that the only thing that could trigger your senses was the warmth of his body. Ah, so warm.. Safe.. Kuro... Those were the last things that ran through your mind before everything went blank, and finally, you fell into a deep, comfortable slumber.

“sleep well, darling”

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dollmoth-productions · 2 years ago

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MY CHILD

⚠️TW OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOR STALKING POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOR STOCKHOLM SYNDROME MANIPULATION ABUSIVE BEHAVIOR AND DRUGGING DO NOT DO ANY OF THIS ITS NOT HEALTHY yet again another one shot no Corrections or pre-read ⚠️

Moth began to stir awake feeling the heaviness of the sleeping powder go away. They couldn't help but still feel so sleepy as their eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room everything became clear including their vision. Once their Vision fully came back they were terrified this wasn't their outfit. It looked like a traditional Japanese outfit. It was beautiful but what was the name again Yutaka right? Why would they be wearing this?

Something wasn't right and it showed they had to get the tension of someone this wasn't their house. As they attempted to scream something quickly was shoved in their mouth it tasted like porridge rice porch to be exact. Before they can even react they choke on the substance spitting it out" WHAT THE HELL " they continue to cough and gag. Hondo felt displeased with this " you have eaten my porridge before I don't get what's the big deal" he said with a Sinister smirk appearing on his face they slowly turned to the man that was meant to be one of their friends " Hondo thank God you're here you can help me get out of here right I don't know where I am and I'm terrified!"

Of course there was a long pause before they heard something; it sounded like a chuckle before it turned into a gut-wrenching laugh. He continued to laugh. It was awful they didn't understand why they were tied up to a chair. " I'm sorry my dear but you just make me laugh so hard sometimes I guess that's why you're perfect" his smile never faded it was awful Moth was hoping it was some sick twisted joke but it wasn't this was real.

Moth looked shocked; they were still confused about what was going on. Honda yet again forced another spoonful of porridge in their mouth and before they can spit it out Hondo held their jaw shut " s w a l l o w i t " moth was visibly shaking at this moment finally swallowing the porridge they were shaking at this point. Stood up and set the porch down on top of a dresser before he pulled up a chair and sat down across from them " you might be wondering why you were here well you know how me and the misses have been wanting to you know adopt a kid we both agreed that..YOU will be our child now now I know that sounds crazy but you'll get to enjoy it you'll get everything you wanted and needed" he said was such a happy expression even though the situation was anything but "WHAT THE FUCK HONDO?!?" Moth was completely cut off again by Hondo slapping them across the face" now now do not swear at your father" he looked them up and down noticing how frightened they were putting on a sickly sweet voice and gently caressed their cheek.

" Now I know this is a little strange but you'll meet your mom in a few minutes and I know you'll find her lovely. I believe you two met before you were even friends!" Hondo said as he got up again " and you must thank her she makes the most delicious rice porridge!" He said smiling tilting his head he always had such a way of expressing his emotions it would have been endearing if it wouldn't be for the situation.

Moth looked at Hondo following them with their eyes as he walked around the room " I'm going out to get some stuff to decorate your room. You can't have a boring room like this, you need something perfect! …. Don't worry you'll meet your mother and your sister will babysit you since well you're still so little" he said smiling tilting his head as he got up and walked out of the room. Mom tried their best to break out of the chair but nothing was working they were tied down with chains. They started hearing someone walk close to the room and they were preparing for an attack before they met a familiar person. It was almost like a ghost they could almost tell it was her by her feather inspired Yutaka ".....L Leonora is …..is it really you" there was a long pause before moth can even realize" but you've been missing since July…… how are you here are you WHY are you here" moth was desperately trying to get her attention just to talk to speak to do anything.

" he's gone could listen I don't have much time to even do this but here" Adarna worked as fast as she could trying to unlock their chains " Beatrix is going to be on the lookout for you you have to run as fast as you can especially since Honda will be here anytime in the next few hours" Moth paused s for a few seconds before they could even react " did you not hear me run!" Shouted the bird themed boxer and before moth could even react they ran out as fast as they could trying to find the front door. Once they did they ran out they started running as fast as they could with no hesitation. They felt the wind in their face. It was getting colder here, they could tell. All they had to do was run, run , run. Adarna took a sigh of relief ".......please please run" she said it gently held in her hands close to her chest

Beatrix stuck behind her tilting her eyebrow up slightly, smiling before she pulled out her phone and took a picture. As she took the picture she got ready to dial her father " hey my sibling got out" Beatrix sat down and looked out the window waiting for the chaos to start.

Finally once Moth started running their feet started to hurt the shoes that they were wearing were hurting their feet but they had to run they started hearing someone behind them it obviously couldn't be Hondo he went to the store right. But they just ran as fast as they could. This would be a fun challenge if it wasn't for the situation.

Finally once mom's got to the end of the forest they started walking before finally someone stepped in front of them.

Hondo when he took one step closer moth took one step back " now I know things are different but this is no way a child should act. I'll bring you home and you won't be punished come home darling" moth had such an angry expression. Hondo's expression was still full of love. Truly he never really went to the store he just acted like he did to trick them he had to test their loyalty and obviously they needed some work

" now come home to Papa"

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Adarna belongs to the wonderful @nesssblog

Beatrix lovegoon belongs to the wonderful @enitysworld

#fanfic #yanderexreader #yandere imagines #platonic yandere #platonic yandere imagine #yandere scenarios #yandere family #yandere punch out #punch out #IDWR AU #punch out au #punch out sona #yandere piston hondo #punch out adarna #beatrix lovegoon #punch out oc #other people's ocs #dea moth

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starshine-selfships · 2 years ago

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This is it, the most important fic I'll ever write, so important I'm putting it in my bio when it's done. This is it, the butterfly kisses origin story ✨️ I've already alluded to this a bunch and linked some posts that explain the lore, but here I am finally organizing it in the format of a fic as opposed to the storytelling I've been doing. (There's also 4 chapters total, check em all out 👀)

Content warning for injury and blood, depression, implied suicidal ideation, anxiety, paranoia, and mentions of abuse.

It's a heavy one, but this is ultimately a story about recovery and healing, and it must start with what made those processes necessary in the first place.

There was nothing left.

The war with humanity had ended in a draw. The aggressors had retreated, leaving Pouf and everyone he loved alive and only mostly intact. He'd seen his older sibling return, but with physical dents and bruises that made him want to sob. His younger brother spontaneously bled for weeks on end, with every new nosebleed inciting new panic over whether or not it would be the very last one he would ever have. Pouf himself seemed to have been hit the hardest, coughing up blood and fainting, scaring his brothers half to death every time he slid into unconsciousness.

Physically, he'd had a fairly strong constitution, but psychologically he'd always been a bit fragile. If his body had been weakened, his mind had been shattered. He found himself sleeping, already an unusual activity for him, but always awaking with a start, soaked in sweat and tears. The cloud from the detonation had seared itself into his psyche, and it was the only image he saw in his dreams. Over and over, the scenario repeated itself, the distant light and the rose blooming over it, the sickening panic, the molten earth, his brother diving directly into the magma, both of them frantically searching, where is he? He was alive. He had survived. And he was still with them. How he'd fared wasn't fully known, but he knew that, were things to enter a decline, he would know. Without a doubt in his mind, he would know. He would know if his king's health began to fail. One of the few things he had left to take solace in was knowing that it didn't seem to be a possibility.

Knowing he was okay was all he knew. He barely saw him. He knew he was hiding away with her, and it shattered his heart. He'd loved him, for sure; his siblings loved him as well, but Pouf had felt a certain depth to his adoration that he was quite certain his siblings didn't share with him. To have lost him, especially to have lost him to her made him want to scream, cry, and perform every action in between. He'd fought valiantly, nearly lost his own life, watched his siblings nearly lose theirs, watched his king come back from the brink of death, and in the end, lost him to someone who had never even seen the battlefield. To someone who had been taken hostage, with no effort like that Pouf had exerted. She had no understanding of what had taken place, hadn't been there at the then-presumed deathbed, hadn't risked her life to save him. And in the end, Pouf had been shoved aside in favor of her. He had no idea how his king was doing, how he was managing, and there was nothing left for Pouf to do for him. Anxiety had always knotted in his throat, but each time he thought of him, he felt as though he would choke.

He barely saw his siblings. They still cared of course, but he made it a point to avoid them. Interactions took too much energy he simply didn't have, and he didn't want to put himself through them anyways. They were used to his tears, but they couldn't help him as he spent more time than not crying, completely inconsolable as each new day brought a new reminder of his failure. Of how his life didn't matter, not after how things had ended up. He looked out the window. He leaned a bit too far out the window. He felt the breeze whip his eyes and freeze his tears. He left the window. He still used his violin, but even the remaining soldiers and his own family began to give him space when the only pieces he played were mournful. Vibrato laid heavy by shaking hands, long emphatic pauses punctuated by half stifled sobs. It had once served as a comfort. A reminder of how things used to be.

He felt he could sense that no one around him could tolerate it anymore, could tolerate him anymore. His volatility, his wailing, it all must have seemed so pathetic. He knew his brothers cared. He couldn't bring himself to accept that care. His exhaustion grew day by day, and he'd decided that the distance he'd been putting in simply wasn't enough. Even amidst the self-imposed isolation, someone would still pass by his room as he played music, giving a pitying glance as the doleful sounds continued. He needed to go farther, to ensure no one could find him. He needed to remove himself from the equation altogether.

Taking his violin, he left for the woods.

He'd looked for a clearing among the trees, anywhere to stand and move a bit. A place to be his very own, without any intrusions. Perhaps a place he would not return from. Having found somewhere with a fallen tree, he'd stood upon the stump and played, unloading the grief that had plagued him. Bow strings broke as he dug into the instrument, becoming more aggressive as rage began to take over. This wasn't how any of this was supposed to be. No one should have been injured within an inch of their lives, his brothers shouldn't have to shoulder their own grief alongside his, his king shouldn't be isolating himself with a woman so far beneath himself that she was practically worthless. Every possible wrong turn had been made, and there hadn't been a thing he'd been able to do about it. On every single step, he'd faltered and failed. His frustrations grew ever stronger, reaching fever pitch as a violin string snapped clean in two. The damage launched him back into his surroundings, grounding him. His catharsis had been cleaner than previous fits, his environment remaining fully intact, but his violin having been broken under the sheer force of raw emotion. The bow hairs were negligible, and he had a few extra strings for repairs like such. Still re-entering the scene around himself, he found himself taking deep breaths, feeling the breeze on his face highlight the violent tear stains he hadn't noticed prior. He felt calm. Genuinely calm. A very subtle peace had finally come over him. He'd sat on the stump for a bit, sitting in the sunlight, listening to the wind in the trees, and for one brief moment, his life didn't feel like a punishment.

And so he continued to do so, day after day, escaping to the silence of the trees. He always brought his violin, sometimes not even using it, merely seating himself in the clearing and clinging to it, gently wrapping his arms around the body of the instrument while resting the bow next to his leg. He chased the peace he'd felt the first time, with the release of pent up grief and all that accompanied it, wishing beyond anything to be able to replicate it again and again, day after day. He began to feel the moments of the days arrive and slip past like the beating of his own heart. Everything was moving too quickly, and suddenly being alone and so distant from the others didn't feel as comforting anymore. Even so, the brief moments of calm that were afforded to him were more than enough to encourage him to keep the routine. That was, until something began to disrupt it.

He'd been aware that he wasn't always alone.

Twigs would snap behind him, with the sounds of something brushing against the leaves confirming his thoughts that something much larger than a standard creature of the woods was watching him. He'd never seen the perpetrator. He knew he could fight if he had to - just one swift kick would be more than enough to snap the spine of any intruder - but never felt himself to be in any real danger. Burdened by emotion, he couldn't bring himself to care. Whatever it was, so long as it didn't show its face or interrupt his meditative sense of peace, it didn't matter. He considered it more of an irritance than anything, feeling too spent to think much more of it. And such continued until the subject of annoyance made itself known.

He'd been in the middle of a piece when he suddenly stopped, head whipping around to look behind himself. He'd heard leaves crunching again, knowing that whatever was watching him was deliberately doing so, day by day, and resolved to finally put an end to it in a fit of exasperation. By moving quickly, he'd hoped to gain an advantage by catching the opponent off guard, giving him the first move. All he needed was a single move anyways. Everything had ground him down. His patience had been fully drained by his grief, his anxiety, his depression. Anything that threatened to take his fragile peace sent him into a burning rage, but when he met eyes with his interlocutor, the fires burnt out as his blood ran cold instead.

Behind the tree the noise had emanated from stood a small, androgynous human.

The very same as those that had resolved to kill his king, to kill his siblings, and to kill him. The very same that had resorted to using poisoned explosives in an underhanded attempt to win. The very same that had viewed his entire family as a blight upon the earth that had to be exterminated, totally and mercilessly.

And now one had stepped into his own private space.

He knew he'd been watched for weeks now, and felt panic swell in his chest as he realized how long he'd allowed the observation to happen, sealing his own fate through carelessness. He hadn't even said goodbye when he left that morning. Fighting back didn't even occur to him, and he felt the violin beginning to slip out of his grip as adrenaline incited tremors and tears welled in his eyes. How pathetic, a royal guard, about to die alone in the woods, not even doing his job, the one and only thing he was born for.

He glared, directly looking into the eyes of the intruder, burying his fear under a need to prove himself. Violence would be an immediate solution, and if he could prove to himself that he could still defend, that he was still capable of doing better, then-

"That was Beethoven, right?"

Why was it talking? And why did the query throw him off further? It took the silence as an invitation to continue.

"Sonata 9 in A-Major, the Kreutzer?" A tinny voice, audibly shaking in fear. "I think yours is the best rendition I've ever heard."

Pouf still glared, but stood in silence. This had to be some kind of trick, there's no way someone would come out into the middle of nowhere for weeks at a time, only to make small talk upon being caught. He suspected ulterior motives of course, even considering the idea that there could be a network of contacts, eventually leading to an untimely demise for those he cared about, as well as himself.

Perhaps, but it seemed unlikely. The human appeared to be a civilian of the area and, as such, couldn't be carrying any electronics; the isolation of the woods made it unlikelier still, with so much travel to get out of them likely not being able to be handled by the small frame the intruder exhibited, not without being apprehended early due to the noise of the foliage. Utterly untrained, if his suspicions were correct. He would use this as a chance to flip the narrative. He would observe it, and see what its actions would be.

He didn't answer the question. The guess regarding the piece had been correct. He wasn't about to lie to himself, the compliment felt nice. But he wasn't about to let himself be overtaken by it. Letting out an exaggerated sigh of frustration, he lifted his instrument and continued to play. The human didn't leave, and as Pouf kept sneaking glances of it, he noticed it seemed fully entranced by his playing. He didn't consider his music to be anything out of the ordinary, but he had the common sense to know his technical skill levels were quite high. The staring from the onlooker served as confirmation, with the spell only breaking when he finished the sonata.

Silence followed, pressing both of them for a reaction.

"That was really good." Really good. All the descriptors in the world, and really good was the final choice. Not that it mattered. He'd hoped to have made himself appear annoyed and threatening enough to chase it off, making this interaction the last one.

"Thanks for letting me stay to hear the rest of it." The words were said with a bowed head.

Bowing to him.

The gestures seemed so sincere, but he refused to accept them. He watched the bow straighten out, exchanged for a sheepish smile and hand raised in a wave, before the interaction came to a close as it wandered back into the woods, carelessly kicking leaves and snapping twigs.

What had struck him most was the almost odd politeness. He certainly didn't look fully human; between his lavender skintone and elbowed antennas, there was no mistaking him for anything other than insectoid. And yet, while there was distinct fear from the observer, it didn't run. He was treated with respect, even complimented, in spite of the incredibly strange circumstances.

He suspected he should change where he played.

Force of habit brought him back to the same clearing the next day. Evidently, the same could be said for them. He spotted them again, amongst the trees, but continued to play, pretending he hadn't seen. He was determined to see this through and understand what was driving them to come back. Hadn't he already made it apparent that they were risking their life?

The return visit frustrated him; he'd sought out isolation after the very beast that they were had nearly stolen everything he held near and dear to himself. In a way, they had succeeded. He still hadn't seen his king. Eyes narrowed in revulsion, he glanced back over their frail frame, half hidden behind a tree. Absolutely pathetic. He felt sickened.

He didn't feel sickened enough to chase them away by force.

He finished playing, then looked over expectantly at them, eyes sharpened with impatience. They took a gasp, realizing the query placed over them.

"That was the solo from the first movement of Vivaldi's Winter."

Correct.

"I actually saw another live performance of it a few years ago. Hearing it is one thing, but to actually see someone play it..." They averted their eyes as they continued, voice growing fainter as they grew visibly more nervous. The mention of having seen another performance immediately struck Pouf. If anything, at least they had some taste for culture. He refused to let his guard down, but had conceded a bit. They didn't seem out of the ordinary in the least, looking ridiculous in the way they gripped the bark on the tree that they leaned on for support. He still felt deeply uncomfortable by their presence, but truly, he hadn't felt comfortable around anyone after the war. It was how he'd ended up where he was then and there. At the very least, they seemed to value his playing, showing more engagement than his family members ever did in the time leading up to his daily departures.

They performed the same exit as the previous day, nodding their head, and turning to walk off into the distance, leaving Pouf to stand bewildered. Just once could be an accident, but twice? There was intention behind their movements. However, they also seemed noticeably afraid and unlikely to make any attack. Of course, that was unless it was a facade. He almost immediately dismissed the thought. He couldn't sense anything special about them, and they were so physically small that he could subdue them with little to no effort. His draw towards their visits happened to be towards their ear for music. They held that minor acknowledgement of his playing, recognizing the pieces and having the context to at least name them off. For as much as he enjoyed playing, that level of engagement wasn't something he was used to seeing, and he hated to admit it to himself, but it appealed to him. He wanted the isolation, but the connectivity was something he didn't quite realize he missed. Only two days had passed. He was certain he would get a grip on his emotions as time went on, dismissing camaraderie with an enemy and easily replacing it with something better.

As the days drifted into weeks, he found himself lagging in the opposite direction. Each time, he'd gone back at roughly the same time and, as if on cue, they'd come back. They'd accurately named the pieces he'd played each time as well, keeping up a somewhat impressive streak of recognition. He found himself calmer, especially seeing how careful they were to keep their distance, as well as how almost overly polite they insisted on being. He'd wanted to see what their motives truly were, but at this point, he didn't believe they'd thought far enough ahead to have any. They legitimately seemed to have wandered and found him, then kept returning to see if the same thing happened. Not a thought in their head to even be concerned with. Nevertheless, he kept his guard up, but began feeling more curious than anything.

When they arrived, he hadn't been playing, instead wanting to test something. He glanced over at them and, for the first time, spoke: "Name a composer."

They remained silent, seemingly shocked to hear the sound of his voice. They then spoke with determination.

"Sibelius."

Sibelius? Pouf was certain he could name only a single piece by him; he was a bit too modern for his Baroque sensibilities. His mask must have slipped as he was thinking, it was all he could reason as to why they spoke again.

"What about Handel?"

Handel was someone he could work with. He raised his bow and lifted the violin, launching into a number with no hesitation. His onlooker stood spellbound once more. Upon ending, he glanced back over at them as they delivered polite applause with a shy grin. He felt patronized by it, but also couldn't deny that he felt a certain pride in being able to show off, especially to someone who at least seemed to appreciate his efforts.

And such continued, his requests met with their suggestions. He took it as a challenge, with his expertise beginning to fall around the 1750s and theirs appearing to arise much later, past the 1800s. While their preferred eras were quite a ways apart, Pouf felt determined to become acquainted with them, to demonstrate how much ability and intellect he truly had, not wanting to fall short after having built up such a strong image.

He'd played a Beethoven piece for them, pondering how his playing at the palace was occasionally subject to jokes by his brothers. "Hey, I think that instrument's broken, you should get a new one." He could hear it so clearly in his mind. Even so, he admitted to himself that his thoughts and memories had been tainted by cynicism. He could recall them listening to him play for hours on end as well, with his older sibling having recorded some of his performances on their phone, sometimes bringing them back later to ask for an encore. He cherished the memories, especially since he still didn't feel quite right around them at the moment. All of them needed to talk about what happened after the war, but he didn't know how to bring it up without bursting into tears. He didn't know how either of them had been hurt, and was afraid to even ask. The wounds were closing, weren't they?

Did they ever even heal?

He lowered his violin in thought, muttering their names to himself before catching himself and looking back over at his guest. They looked back, without questioning his behavior. Something tugged at him, and before he could process what he was doing-

"Do you have family?"

Why did he ask? His own family concerned him, his king concerned him, the king's human- well, she was concerned by proxy. This random individual he found in the woods was the equivalent of a plaything. And yet, he found himself wondering who they actually were. After his streak of losses and failures, he'd been asking the same thing of himself.

They'd been caught off guard by the question.

"I-I mean, I have parents, and a sibling, but like..." They seemed unsure of how to finish their thought. "I think I might have to leave a little earlier today." They spoke with conviction. "I just... I don't know. I should probably go now actually." They avoided looking at him, instead looking down, shuffling the leaves around. He wasn't sure what chord he'd struck with them by asking, but the sudden dark shift of mood contrasted sharply with their usual light tone.

Not that he cared, of course. Just mere observation.

They looked back up at him, angling their head just enough to see his face. Their voice was flat.

"I should go. Sorry."

They genuinely seemed so. He'd barely call the two of them acquaintances, with the only thing they shared being a common interest in music. His fears were still present, he was tolerating the presence of his guest, but to see such dread cloud over their normally awestruck countenance was, at the very least, off-putting. They weren't completely afraid of him anymore, but they were definitely deeply afraid of something, and whatever that something else could be, he hoped he wouldn't have to be concerned with it. He'd had enough of family matters.

#HEHEHE HERE IT COMES #next chapter will be up next thursday! there's 4 in total 💕#self ship fic #butterfly kisses

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yzkhr · 4 years ago

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Love Language miniseries for Shinran!

I dedicate this corny and cringe worthy miniseries to @meitanteisachi for giving me inspiration through her gifset and her wonderful fanfictions.

Acts of Service- a language that can best be described as doing something for your partner that you know they would like, such as filling up their gas, watering their plants, or cooking them a meal.

"Not sick, huh?"

Shinichi glared as Ran leaned back from the table, unamused. He was working on a difficult case in their—now only his— mansion, when she showed up unannounced after he forgot to attend school. He was wearing his school uniform but lost sense of time being too absorbed at the new case Inspector Megure gave him.

"I told you I'm fine." he avoided her scrutinizing gaze, being stubborn. Ran wouldn't have any of it however, bringing her left hand to her waist like a stressed mother.

"Fine? You're burning hot and your face is even redder than a traffic light!" she argued and his face produced an even darker shade, acknowledged.

He wanted to protest and retaliate how can it not be when she literally put her face in front of his without any sort of warning, brushing his unruly bangs upwards with her soft hand and letting their foreheads touch as he froze while she remained unbothered.

The detective restrained himself however, not wanting any further embarrassment to occur.

He heard a sigh from Ran, forcing him to turn around. She was now arranging the stack of messy papers and documents, bringing them to side.

"Oi, what are you doing?" he frowned as he stood up from the swivel chair and held Ran's hand to stop her. It didn't go unnoticed how Shinichi flinched at the coldness of her skin.

Ran eyed their physical contact before giving him a stern gaze.

"I'm fixing all of these so you can rest. You won't be touching files until your fever's gone." she effortlessly shook his hand away, continuing.

"Ran, I told you I'm fine. I have to end this case cause if I don't---"

"Then you can let Megure-keibu and the other officers to handle it until you're well again." she was consistent at putting all the paperwork aside, not even sparing a glance.

"I told you I'm fine didn't I? It's just a fever."

Finally done with her task, Ran faced him with an expression that resembled his mother way too much for his own comfort.

"You're not fine. You have a horrible fever and along with it is a terrible headache. You didn't actually expect to read all of these with those blurry eyes of yours, did you?"

She squinted, gesturing at more than fifty papers on the side. He opened his mouth to deny her claims but retreated seeing her eyes squint even more, as if challenging him to lie. Ran was right. He'd been trying to ignore the throbbing of his head and the haze in his vision while reading through the entire case.

He sighed as his misty eyes finally having the time to observe her. She was still wearing their uniform, which means she went here as soon as classes were over. He suddenly remembered an important thing.

"Wait, don't you have an upcoming Karate competition? You have training everyday after school right?" he smirked internally, finding out a plot hole.

But instead of seeing a look of panic and rushing out the of the doorway like Shinichi expected her to do, Ran simply grabbed his hand towards the door making his cheeks turn red out of surprise and something he would never dare name of.

"I'll just skip it for today. Besides, I have something more important to take care of." she squeezed his warm hand, hinting what—or who— important thing she meant.

Blushing even more at the implication certainly did not make his illness any better.

After a few stumble here and there, they finally got to the bedroom in one piece. Minutes seemed like an eternity, with his headache feeling like he was being hammered. He was freezing and sweating at the same time not knowing if he should undress or add more layers. It was good thing that Ran immediately slumped Shinichi down the bed, and started removing his blazer.

Wait, what?

"Umm..." he spoke weakly, but still complying and accepting her help. He thought that she was done but she suddenly kneeled in front of him and leaned in, making Shinichi hyper aware of everything around him. Her hands went straight to his uniform which he did not predict. She was now untying his neck tie, making their faces inches apart. She was so close that he could feel her breathing at the open part of his longsleeve. Despite his mind telling him not to, Shinichi's eyes went directly to her face, which seemed too focused at her task, with her slightly furrowed eyebrows and violet orbs concentrated at undoing the knots. He would never admit it, but Ran looked too innocent and pure that it was killing him.

It didn't help that her scent was literally intoxicating him. A combination of honey and lemon, Shinichi noticed. Flustered and a bit shameful, he looked up,having butterflies in his stomach with his childhood friends' soft and nimble hands slowly removing the fabric from his neck.

He jolted awake when she begins unbuttoning his polo however. On instinct, Shinichi took a hold of her hands before they can go further. Shocked and confused, Ran looked up.

"I," he breathed heavily. "I think I can do this myself, Ran."

As if broken by a spell. Her face instantaneously turned crimson red at the realization that Shinichi might have thought she was the one with the fever. She stood up straight away, turning around and making a beeline to the door. She had been uptight all day that he was a bit glad the usual Ran came back.

He wanted to laugh at her reaction but was too tired to do so. Even slightly moving drained him, but it didn't mean he wasn't capable of undressing himself.

"I-I'm sorry! I got lost in my thoughts! I'm going downstairs!" she squeaked and left in an instant, closing the door with a loud thud.

Now alone, Shinichi struggled to move his shaking hands to undo the buttons. After a few more attempts, he was finally able to fully strip and drag himself to the closet. Nauseated and feeling like the world weighed on his shoulders, he randomly put on a white pajama and went straight to his bed, curling a bit like a kitten. His eyelids getting heavier and heavier, Shinichi closed his eyes, immediately falling asleep.

"Shinichi? Shinichi?"

Hearing a faint voice from behind, Shinichi turned around languidly and opened his eyes, meeting a concerned Ran.

"Hmm?" he hummed, still sleep deprived.

She brought up a steaming hot bowl of food, smiling.

"I cooked you chicken soup. Sit up, you have to eat." she ordered gently.

Despite feeling pain all over his body, he obeyed, knowing that he needed energy. Sitting up groggily, Shinichi faced his caretaker.

Ran sat beside the empty space of his bed, chicken soup in her hand. He frowned at the sight of the food.

"You still cooked my favorite style? Even though you know I won't be able to taste it anyway?" she shrugged as a response, bringing a spoonful near her and blowing weakly.

"Well, you might not be able to taste it but your stomach will surely enjoy it, so why not?" something in his chest swelled after hearing such words. Still, he kept it to himself.

After a few more blows, Ran brought the spoon near his mouth, gesturing for him to eat it. Face flushing and coughing slightly, Shinichi took a bite at the soup. Albeit tasteless, he couldn't help but smile mildy, knowing the effort put in.

Ran laughed a little looking at him as well, but said nothing and continued feeding him.

After five minutes or so, the bowl was finally empty. She told him that he could have just ate half but Shinichi argued that he was hungry(he really wasn't but he would never stand having a food Ran cooked for him go to waste but he'll die before she even find that out).

He was now inclining back to the comfort of his own bed when Ran spoke.

"Seriously, don't overwork yourself Shinichi." she berated, masking her worry with exaggeration as she arranged the plate and the soup, slowly making her way outside.

"I wasn't, I just got a little busy that's all." her saw how Ran rolled her eyes at his excuse as she replied.

"A little busy? You rarely get sick. I was so close to believing you were invincible to fevers." he scoffed at her remark, being defeated with yet another fact. Maybe the pain he felt was a lot worse than he expected.

"Look, I'm glad that you're trying to save as many people as you can but you also can't forget about yourself." he winced at the obvious disappointment and seriousness of her scolding. Instead of meeting her gaze that bore holes into him, he averted his stare into the lamp.

"I'm fine."

"No you're not. And besides, if you don't take care of you, think of all the people that will need you but won't have you." he stayed quiet, getting her point. Shinichi knew it was irrational being stubborn and pushing himself to the limits but he just couldn't help it. He may be a cocky bastard as a lot of people call him, but he wasn't someone that can stand not being able to help when he clearly can.

He sighed, giving in.

"Fine. I promise I'll take better care of myself." his answer seemed to satisfy Ran as she smiled contently.

"Good." as he heard the creaking of the doorframe, Shinichi instinctively flipped his head towards the sound.

"You're leaving?"

He didn't know why, but an infallible amount of upset coursed through him at the thought of Ran leaving. She paused by the door and looked back, inclining her head to the side.

"You want me to stay?" she teased in a light-hearted manner, making Shinichi's cheeks flushed.

"N-no, just wondering.." he played it cool by keeping his voice even, now being reminded how pathetic he must have sounded like asking her if she was leaving.

"I'll stay. After all, someone has to make sure a certain mystery otaku doesn't go back to the library just because he's feeling a little better."

He glared at her jesting and turned to the other side, lying down.

"Barou, it's not like I can do that with my entire body in pain."

Ran laughed, knowing she annoyed him enough.

"Then that's more reason for me to stay right?"

Before he can even think of a reply, she already closed the door and all Shinichi could hear were the sound of her shoes walking downstairs and the erratical beating of his heart he hoped was a side effect of the fever and not..... entirely something else.

#Shinran #1/5 #Fluff #Sickfic #detective conan

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yandere-romanticaa · 5 years ago

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❝ ready or not... ❞

The eerie silence that filled the room only added more stress and worry to (y/n) as Leona laid on top of her. He came back from class not too long ago and as usual, he wanted to cuddle her. It sort of became like a routine for Leona. He never said much during these "cuddle sessions" aside from the occasional grumble or a delightful purr that resulted when (y/n) patted his head.

Looking around, (y/n) was pleased to see that pretty much the entire dorm was empty and Leona was pretty much asleep. She had been plotting for some time now and freedom was so close... She was 100% sure that Leona would not go after her because A. He's asleep and B. He's lazy. In this situation though that couldn't have been more perfect for the (h/c)ette. Leona had made it very clear in the past that he had better things to do with his precious time and her attempt was sure to succeed! There was just one issue though. He was right on top of her and she had no idea how she could move him without disturbing him too much. Dread came over her as her heart pounded in her chest, the fear crawling up her spine in an alarming rate. A light sheen of sweat covered her forehead as she started to see the holes in her brilliant plan. Her eyes were glued to the ceiling as she failed to notice Leona stirring in his sleep. His ear twiched as he picked up (y/n)'s heavy breathing and her heartbeat.

Great.

He was still groggy from his nap and even though he didn't show it, Leona is a rather intelligent young man. And he knew damn well what (y/n) was planning and he wasn't having it. Just before he could get up on his feet and call (y/n) a brat, an idea poped in to his head. A smirk found its way on his face as he licked his lower lip in anticipation, all the while avoiding (y/n)'s gaze. She knew that he was awake now as his hands gently traced patterns on her back, as if quietly telling her to just shut up already. She did as much, but soon enough Leona broke the thick silence by speaking:

"Hey (y/n), what do you say we play a little game, hm~?"

She failed to notice the predatory undertone in his velvety voice as he masked it with a playful facade. The only thing that was on her confused mind what the thought of sweet, sweet freedom. She was willing to do anything to be free once more... Her (e/c) eyes were filled with both hope and dread, a combination that Leona couldn't help but to find both amusing and downright adorable.

Sweet, innocent (y/n) had no idea what she was stepping in to.

Salty tears pricked the corners of her eyes as she gulped, fully prepared for any challenges that Leona had to throw at her. It was now or never, there was no going back. A strange feeling of sudden confidence grew inside of her as a ghost of a smile was on her delicate face, a smile that did not go unnoticed by the lion. He purred as he moved himself away from (y/n), giving her some much needed space. Crossing both his arms and legs, Leona made himself comfortable on the king sized bed, his emerald gaze sizing (y/n) up. A long sigh escaped her bruised lips as (y/n) felt her eyes drop to the ground, her fists clenched tightly. She rose up from the bed, her back still turned to Leona.

"What kind of game did you have in mind?"

Her voice was hoarse due to not speaking for so long but she did not care anymore. She turned her head and her (e/c) gaze met Leona's green one. His face showed no emotion and it was difficult to read him. She was puzzled sure, but her sense of determination did not waver.

"Since you are so keen to escape, you might as have fun while doing so.Therefore I suggest we play a nice, friendly game of tag. If you win I will never bother you again and you will regain your freedom... But if I win, you will be my little pet until the end of your days. What do you say~?"

Oh dear... His offer seemed to be too good to be true. To think that he was willing to let her go just like that... Only if she were to win his game though. Not having any other choice she nods quickly, accepting Leona's challenge. Still resting on the bed, Leona raises his hand and points at the door.

"I am giving you a head start. I would use it if I were you."

She did not even bother to hear him out as she immediately ran out of the room, slamming the large door in the process. Still sitting on the bed, Leona played with his long locks of hair. He rolled his eyes and groaned in annoyance as he buried his face in one of the soft pillows.

"Damn, what a pain..."

(y/n)'s footsteps echoed in the hallways as she ran like never before. Adrenaline filled her veins as she kept chanting in her head "Keep running!". Never once did she stop and allow herself to breathe, the breathe in the fresh, clean air. She could savor it later though because she knew if she stopped that she would be done for. She ran and ran, so much so that she was starting to taste the metallic taste of blood in her mouth. She started coughing and while doing so she tripped on her own feet. She fell down face first on the floor and grumbled in both pain and annoyance. Her nose hurt and even started to bleed a little as she gently touched it, slightly winching at the sharp pain. Her breathing was ragged and uneven and her heart felt like it was going to burst at any rate. She took in her surroundings carefully and only then did she notice just how peaceful everything was.She swore that if someone dropped a simple pin that it could be heard.

...

Nothing.

Nothing was happening, no one was around. Her captor was nowhere to be seen and she was sure that if she was close that she could at least hear him. (y/n) allowed herself to relax for a moment, her hope finally returning back to her. She carefully composed herself and got off the ground, dusting herself off in the process. Looking in front of her she finally saw her gateway to freedom. She was so close, that damned door was just out of hands reach. She couldn't help but to smile, relief washing over her like gentle rainfall. She made her way towards the large door and took a moment to admire the intricate patterns on it. Just as about she was going to reach for one of the handles, she heard it.

A roar, his roar.

She could barely turn around as two strong arms pinned her to the ground, the familiar smell of his cologne invaded her nostrils like a raging wildfire. She was panicking, how the Hell did he get to her!? She was alone mere seconds ago!! He just appeared out of thin air! (y/n) screamed bloody murder as Leona bared his teeth, a long but dangerous smirk on his face. Only then did (y/n) realize just how strong Leona was compared to her. He chuckled darkly, his deep voice filling her ears far too quickly. He lowered his down to her ear, never once breaking eye contact with her. (y/n) started to hyperventilate and cry uncontrollably. Leona rubbed the tears off her face gently, too gently. It only caused her to panic even more as he finally spoke up.

"Did you really think that I would let you get away, just like that? Babe, how weak do you think I am, huh?"

She didn't dare to answer as she only turned her head to the opposite side. She could bare the intensity of Leona's stare but alas he would not grand her the pleasure of looking away. Leona forcefully turned her chin back, his claws lightly digging in to (y/n)'s soft skin. A hint of blood was on his claws as he licked it clean, enjoying the sweet taste.

"Look me in the eye when I talk, babe. You really are a pain sometimes, you know that right? You forced me to hunt you down like this but I would be lying if I said that I didn't enjoy it. It's usually the lionesses who do the hunting though, not us guys... Still, I captured my prey fair and square, wouldn't you agree~?"

She wanted to scream. She wanted to scream and wake up, to just wake up from this nightmare. She no longer had the strength fight Leona back and she felt as though she had lost the ability to speak. All of that hope and determination vanished in an instant, just like that.

The hunter has successfully captured his sweet prey.

"No matter where you go (y/n) I will always be near, Remember that."

♡♡♡

Based of the yandere! Leona headcanons on @lovecore-md 's blog. Loved the headcanons so I wanted to write a little scenario! I hope you don't mind~ And the image I used belongs to @julie-fandom-artblog!

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #yandere leona kingscholar #yandere leona kingscholar x reader #twisted wonderland imagines

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orange-waterfalls · 5 years ago

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Yancy x gender neutral!reader

@fuchsia-vision ty for the prompt!

A/N: This is my first fic so go easy on me lol. It's rated T for a couple curses. It doesn't actually use any pronouns at all so gender neutral???

Word count: 1.6k

Yancy turns and walks back to the prison. He sighs, opening the door and heading back to his cell. He keeps thinking about your handsome and/or beautiful face. He begins to think about what would've happened if he'd gone with you. You two could buy a house, more likely an apartment, you could get a dog, you could get jobs you enjoyed, you could be together. You two could be… happy. Together.

What's he thinking? You'd never like him. At least… not in the way he likes you. He's not worth it. He grins when he thinks of the smile on your face when he suggested helping you break out. He really hopes you'll visit… and who knows? Maybe parole will roll around pretty quick.

He sneaks through the halls, carefully avoiding the guards and making it back to his cell. He lays on his bunk and closes his eyes, falling asleep with the thought of you in mind.

You, on the other hand, have no thoughts of sleep. You haven't even left yet. Reason 1, you thought it'd be kind of a dick move to leave Mark like that. Reason 2, you were breaking Yancy out, whether he liked it or not. Now, you have a plan. It's a pretty shit plan, but it's a plan. You'd go in through the same way you came out, grab Yancy, grab Mark, then leave. Perfect. Apart from the fact that you had worn a blindfold and have no idea where you're going. You'd forgotten about that. You sigh, trying your best to remember what had happened. Was it a left? No, it was a right. Or… was it up? This would take a while.

What took Yancy 30 seconds takes you 30 minutes. You get pretty lost on the way and somehow managed to get back outside. On the bright side, you found Mark in the infirmary and grabbed him. He was a bit woozy from the painkillers, but he understood the plan. He said it was shit. You debated throwing him back in, but eventually decided against. He made his way to the door to the outside while you make your way to Yancy. You're just about to give up when you hear a voice mumble something.

"Yous guys is gonna regret that…" Yancy slurs in his sleep. You run over to where you heard it come from and sigh in relief. He's clutching his pillow and snoring slightly in his bunk. You stand there for a minute, admiring how adorable he is, before taking the skeleton key out and unlocking the cell quietly. You tiptoe over to him and kneel down in front of his bed.

"Psst… Yancy… C'mon, we gotta go," you gently shake him. He groans and slowly stirs awake. It takes a moment for his vision to clear and he sees your face. "Hey buddy," you repeat his words from when he helped you escape earlier that night.

"Oh… I'm still dreamin'," He concludes.

"No," you shake your head, "I'm real. And you need to get your ass up out of there." His eyes widen as he quickly sits up, hitting his head against the top bunk and falling out of bed. You pull him to his feet and hold his shoulders to keep him steady. He holds yours to keep you there in case you would just disappear as soon as he let go. He looks all over your face for any sign of something, a joke, a… a prank, something that tells him this isn't real. Of course he wants it to be real, but you never know.

"What's yous doin' here?!" He whisper-shouts, "Yous was supposed to go back to yous's peoples! Why's yous here?!" You move your hand to his face and he leans into your touch.

"You're coming with me. I am not leaving after all we've been through." You state.

"I've known yous for three hours," He squints at you.

"Time is a construct," you shrug. "Besides, I already got a friend outside, you're not bailing now." He is now completely convinced you are the love of his life. You grab his hand and walk towards the hallway. He doesn't budge from his place in the cell. You look back at him and tilt your head, confused. He sighs and lets go of your hand.

"Listen… I really like yous, I really do… but…" you turn towards him fully. He looks at you. "I belong here… I already told youse, I done a lot of bad things. Bad things get peoples in here. I don't think I can go back out there…" You walk up to him.

"Yancy." You say. He avoids your gaze. You narrow your eyebrows. "Yancy" you say more sternly. He looks at you. "I really don't care whatever you did. All I know is that you are wonderful and…" you pause, thinking about whether or not you should say it. He lifts his head.

"And?" he urges you to continue.

"And…" you inhale deeply. "And I'm pretty sure I'm starting to fall in love with you." You finish. You stare at the ground, not wanting to look at him. You force yourself to look up at him and see the happiest face a man can make.

"Youse shoulda led with that." He comments. "Alright," He grabs your hand. "Let's go."

You both quietly leave the cell, locking it behind you. He leads, navigating the halls much faster than you did.

"So, how'd yous even get back here? I covered youse's eyes wit a blindfold." He asks. You chuckle nervously.

"Well… uh… I just kinda-" you're cut short by a yell from behind.

"They're here!" The guard yells.

You curse under your breath. Yancy squeezes your hand in a comfort attempt and runs. You can see the flashlights following you as you navigate the prison. You struggle a bit to keep up with him with all the twists and turns. At one point, you jump into a sewer.

"So I was supposed to go up," you say to yourself. You keep going until you finally find a place to hide. You stay until the guards give up and continue looking elsewhere. You both sigh and laugh at the fact that you made it. You look down and your intertwined hands and flush. Yancy does the same as he removes his hand and clears his throat.

"S-So, uh, yous gots a friend waiting for us?" He asks.

"Yup." You nod. "His name's Mark. He's the reason I'm here in the first place." You explain. Yancy knits his eyebrows together.

"He got yous in jail?" He asks, a tad peeved. You shrug.

"Well… I did agree to rob a museum. Plus, I chose the helicopter when neither of us could fly it, so…" you look to the side. Yancy stares at you for a moment and you get nervous, thinking he thinks that you're stupid. Then, he laughs.

"Yous… yous is insane. I like yous a lot. And this Mark guy… he sounds cool. Yous is both gonna be fun to hang out with," he smiles comfortingly at you. You grin and grab his hand, knowing where to go from here. You run out the door and see Mark at the gate. He waves to you and you wave back. You run over to him, Yancy's hand in yours.

"Hey! Oh my God, I thought you got caught for a minute there… God, I am so relieved you…" he stopped when he saw you and Yancy hand-in-hand. You both blush. "So, uh… is this a thing now? Because if so, I need to ready the guest bedroom at the base."

"Yeah… it's a… thing." You cough. Mark smiles.

"That's awesome! I'm happy for you, bud!" He congratulates. "Hey, I uh… I hotwired a car for us and found the map, so we can head back to base now…" he says. "I'll, uh, be in the car." He snaps his fingers and walks the other way. You let go of Yancy's hand and turn to him.

"Yous is sure about this, right?" He asked, slightly apprehensive. "I mean. I don't wanna be a bother to yous or yous's friend… maybe I'm not ready for society yet…" The doubt is clear on his face, but it disappears when you put your hands on his face.

"If I wasn't sure, I wouldn't have gone back for you," you joke. He smiles and scoffs. You watch him for a moment before him a quick peck on the lips. He freezes and you wonder if you broke him. After a couple seconds, he smiles and kisses you. You both are out of practice, but you eventually remember how to kiss properly. You adjust yourselves for a better angle and continue kissing.

What can I say? It's like riding a bike.

You pull away for breath, both of you panting slightly.

"Well, uh.." He coughs, "we should… get to yous's friend over there…" You nod.

"Yeah… we should." You grab his hand again. "Ready to go home?" He smiles at the question.

"Course I am," You squeeze his hand start to walk. He intertwined your fingers. Anywhere can be home with you... he thinks. He takes a deep breath. "Hey…" he calls your attention and stops walking.

"Yeah?" You ask, getting a bit scared. He rubs your hand with his thumb.

"I think… I think I'm falling in love with yous, too," You kiss the back of his hand.

"Good," you whisper. You both continue walking towards the car, happily anxious for what's to come.

#ahwm yancy #yancy #yancy iplier #yancy markiplier #a heist with markiplier yancy #yancy x reader #yancy x male!reader #yancy x female!reader #yancy x gender neutral!reader #male reader #female reader #gender netural reader #ahwm #a heist with markiplier

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amindofstone · 4 years ago

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Lost in the dream

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Genre: Fantasy (Mermaid, inhuman abilities, prince, royal, dream world)

Pairing: Wonho/Lee Hoseok × Bella (reader?)

Warnings: None (Maybe a bit sad)

a/n: English is not my mother tongue. Therefore there might be some spelling or grammatical mistakes. I'm still trying to improve so have mercy.

!!! Please do not steal my idea or work. Credit me please if this is shared or published in any other platform. Picture used is not mine. Credits to the rightful owner. !!!

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Just like every other time she was walking on the path that lead her from the garden to the massive entrance hall of the golden palace. The palace that it´s entire interior was designed with just two colours. Colours that gave a feeling of it´s owners glamour, beauty and charm. The colour white that usually stands out is overshadowed by the golden accents that lets anything shine and sparkle. Even the exterior of the palace was shining in a soft golden shade that leaves her speechless whenever she saw it.

Standing infront of the golden gates of the palace one would think that they are heavy and would need three men just to open up one door. Usually that would be the case but not for her. To her it was as light as a feather what made it possible to upen it with just a little soft push.

With a heavy heart she entered the home of the highly seen family. The first time the brunette haired girl ever put a feet in the palace mesmerized her by its beauty to the point she forget why she was actually there.The girl forgot why she was there at the first place while walking through the halls of a place she never thought of seeing with her own eyes. No matter how many times she visits this place it always feels like the first time.

She never dared to think of coming to the palace or being able to see it up close but see now. Her she was visiting it over and over again since months with no one knowing except for one person. The person the 19 years old girl always came back for and simply had to come back for. Someone she actually couldn't and shouldn't know but still does.

Everytime she was about to enter the royal ground without no one knowing the thought about all the laws she was breaking and the punishments it usually brings occupied her mind. But then she remembered that she's not breaking any laws. She didn't and never will.

"Love, is that you?", the soft voice of a man who was making his way towards her filled the quiet halls. His voice made her instantly stop walking and turn around just to see the face of the person she was longing for all day everyday. A little smile appeared on her light red lips what made his heart stop beating for a second.

"Love, you don't know how much I missed you.", with sad eyes and a trembling heart he approached her. Standing in front of her he carefully took her hands in his and intertwined them. With every move he made towards her his heartbeat increased to a point it hurt him. With every move he made towards Bella, her heart broke a bit more. With every second that passed while she was looking into his eyes, tears threatened to fall from her green eyes.

"I was waiting for you but you didn't came? I thought I will never see you again.", while saying those words he lead her hand to his lips just to put a light kiss on it´s back. "Where were you yesterday, Bella?". Bella, how beautiful it sounded whenever he said it. How could one fall in love with a person who just says ones name?

"I... well I.. I don't know. I just had no energy and... and I was really tired.". She tried to avoid looking into his eyes while stuttering an answer and trying to stop the urge to cry. But she failed miserably like always. The first tears were falling and soft sobs could be heard. The sight of tears falling made a quiet No leave his lips. He took her face in his hands and made her look into his eyes. "Don't do that again. Please tell me when you don't feel well. I wanna be with you.".

"How do you wanna be with me?", while asking that more tears were falling down her cheeks. She wanted to take a step back but he wouldn't let go of her. In fact he pulled her closer and hugged her with trembling hands and tears filling his eyes. "Am I'm not with you now? Am I'm not holding you, love?". He went through her hair and put a light kiss on top of her head."Hoseok. You're not with me and I'm not with you. How do you expect us to keep going like this. I can't take this anymore. Hoseok I don´t want you to suffer just so -..". A kiss stopped her from talking. A light kiss but still one filled with so much love and passion that it resembled the kiss prince Philip gave the sleeping beauty to wake her up.

No. This one was by far filled with more love. More passion and more longing. But not only that. She could feel how frustrated he was and how much pain he was going through.

Bellas hands were trembling while more tears were streaming down her face. She pushed him softly away from her what made him shake his head lightly and pull her even closer if that was even possible. She pulled away from him with a little smile on her lips and kissed his right cheek. Little sobs could be heard from him what made her realise that he was fully crying now.

"Can we please go to my chamber? I want to sleep next to you? May I take you there?" With pleading eyes and a sad smile he was looking into the eyes he fell in love with. "I would love to, your highness."

"Don't say that. I told you to not say that. I don't want to hear that. Please, I can't bear hearing that from you.", he hid his face in the crock of her neck and breathed in her scent that made him think of the ocean. She went through his hair to calm him down while apologising over and over again.

"You look tired.", she tried changing the topic. With a short nod he lead her to his chambers while holding her hand and not letting her go. After walking to another floor they entered his chambers what was located at the far end of the third floor. Just when they entered his room the door was closed and Bella in his arms. He carefully carried her to his bed and made sure he didn't hurt her.

Hoseok always treated her like that. He thought of her as a fragile doll. A doll out of fine china he had to take care of. Never did he let her do anything on her own when he was around. Everytime she asked him why he did so he always gave her the same answer.

“A queen shall be taken care of. She shall be treated like the most precious living being on the planet because it's her that keeps a kingdom going. All in all it's her that is making the king keep going and provides him with hope, love and strength. That's what you do for me and therefore I have to take care of you, my beloved siren.”

After he laid her down and put the covers over her he laid down next to her. While she was facing the ceiling he was lovingly looking at her profile. "Love, look at me please. Let me see those eyes of yours before I drift into sleep." Hearing those words made her lay on her side. One hand under her pillow the other on his face stroking it lightly. "You're already asleep Hoseok.", "I know but still. Please let your face be the last thing I see before I rest."

"Rest then. You'll have to attend a event tomorrow anyways."

He keeped quiet for a moment thinking about tomorrow and the fact that he has to deal with his family for a whole day without being able to escape. He sighed and shock his head to stop him from thinking about tomorrow. The moment he saw into the face of his love his face softened and a smile grew on his lips. She was asleep with a hand on his cheek. With a racing heart he placed a tender kiss on her lips. But when he pulled away she wasn't there anymore. By now he should be used to that but he isn't and never will.

Will ever the day come where he can really have her sleep next to him? He's tired of just being able to see her in his dreams. Talk to her in his dreams. Hold her in his dreams. He sat up and tried to focus on his sleeping fugure again. He was able to keep himself in his dreamworld but had no energy to get her back. He tried to wake himself up so he could go to his brother to ask him for help but he failed. He couldn´t do anything. His body and mind was tired and worn out. He couldn´t manage to do anything. As if that wasn´t enough and torture enough he couldn´t breath properly anymore and started to cough. Due to overworking his body and taking it to it´s limits he started to cough a huge amount of blood what did not surprised him since he was used to it. The blood was a sigh that was supposed to make him stop and leave the dreamworld but doesn´t. he still keept trying to get her back with the amount of power he had left. But everything was useless at this point. His vision got blurry and he slowly lost power over his body. With every minute passing he was losing his consciousness more and more. He loses the power over his mind and body and slowly passes out.

While Hoseok was having a battle with his mind and body a little part of him was happy because it told him that she was save and doing good. It told him that she was peacefully asleep and happy at the other side of the world.

If only he knew.

On the other side of the world Bella was wide awake in the middle of the night. Sitting in her bed while crying and trying to sooth her aching heart. If you need to cry do so, because holding your tears back won´t make it better. It will only worsen the situation and your emotinal state, said Lady Maria.

Like every other night the director of the orphanage came into her room to lend her a shoulder she could cry on. Her painful crys and sobs always manage to wake the old lady up and make her to come over to the room of the young woman.

Oh darling. How could you fall in love with the ocean prince? Someone as majestic and powerful as him. Him Lee Hoseok. I'm really wondering how long he will be able to come and get you in his dreams. Doesn't he know that it will kill him if he doesn´t stop coming for her every single night?, Lady Maria did not wanted to sadden her more with her words so she keept them to herself while trying to calm her down or at least make her stop crying. But before she knew of could do anything the first rays of the sun where lighting put the room of the heartbroken young mermaid.

#Monsta X #monsta x wonho #monsta x imagines #mx imagines #kpop imagines #wonho #wonho imagines #lee wonho #mx jooheon #mx shownu #mx changkyun #mx hyungwon #mx minhyuk #mx kihyun #monstaxmonbebe #monbebe #wonho wenee #kpop fantasy au #kpop oneshots

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sockatine · 6 years ago

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The Scent of Lavender

((My first self insert fanfic to be posted here! I'll be using the name Califia "Cali" Morales for myself. Paired up with Daryl Dixon from The Walking Dead. Takes place in season 2.))

Light. Sunlight? Yes, that's sunlight. The room is white. Why is it white?

Voices are talking to her. Who are these voices? Obviously they must be her family; mom and dad, to be precise. Sitting up and rubbing her eyes, yawning and stretching, still not completely awake or aware. Even as her eyes fully opened, she had to rub them again. These people's voices still washing over her like white noise, or nighttime ambiance.

Nothing was registering quite yet, until an old man sat at her bedside and asked, in a comforting and gentle tone. "Can you tell us your name?"

That's when it all hit her. With watering eyes, she asked: "Where am I?"

...

When they found this girl passed out in the woods, it was nothing short of strange. She'd fallen out of a tree at Rick's feet, startling him. He checked her pulse, shook her in attempt to wake her up, but nothing. She was still perfectly alive, minus perhaps starving and bruised. And he carried her back to the RV, deciding it was the right thing to do. After all, Rick himself had been in a coma and woken up to an apocalypse. This was a personal sense of sympathy in him.

Needless to say, after much argument, she was allowed to stay. They put her in the bed of the RV and hoped that at some point, she'd come to. Enter their arrival at Hershel's, having one kid shot and the other still missing, along with the mysterious coma-girl. This was enough to get Hershel to allow them all to stay until everything with the group was a-okay.

Now, that she had finally woken up, she'd have to be comforted a bit before getting any answers. It's not like anyone would take it very well when they find they've been in a coma in a tree for god knows how long. "I'm gonna ask you again, and I want you to take a deep breath or two before you answer; What is your name?"

She did take a few deep breaths, as needed. "Califia..."

"Califia?"

"Yes... Califia Morales."

"Alright, Miss. Now, I'm gonna call in the people that found you, so you can give them the answers they want. Is that okay with you?"

"... yes."

Really, it wasn't. None of this was okay, but she knew she needed to give answers to the people who potentially saved her life. The memories were flooding back to her once Hershel called in Rick and some others to meet her. Rick was of course, the one to ask questions and recieve answers.

"Do you remember what happened before you got yourself up in that tree?"

"... There was a crash. A bus crash. A-and I... I don't remember what happened after. I-I know my family wasn't with me, they... don't live in Georgia..."

"Alright. What else do you remember?"

"I... was by myself. Out by myself... dead people were walking a-and hunting me..."

"Uh-huh..."

"I killed some. I tried calling my parents a-and... and-and-"

A deep inhale, and a pause.

"... I kept walking. I lived off what was in my bag, and gathering wild plants. More dead people came and, I went up the tree... but I don't know why I was asleep... I don't..."

"Hey, hey. Don't worry about that. We'll... we'll get you settled. Once we leave, you'll be coming with us."

"I... thanks. Can I go outside now?"

"Yeah, yeah sure."

...

She was sitting by herself, gathering some lavender after a nice, long cry. It was a lot to take in, really. That she had no idea how her family in California was doing. And it would be easier for her to cope with having been all alone, than to realize she'd been completely useless to a group of people who were kind enough to save her. How long had she been dead weight? Was it ungrateful to believe she should've died.

"What's that 'cha got?"

She almost flinched, turning to see some guy looming over her. Must've been one of the group. "... Lavender."

"You always go 'round pickin flowers?"

"It's for tea... I'm sorry, have we met, or...?"

"I'm Daryl."

"Califia. But call me Cali. It's, uh... nice to meet you."

She stood up, holding her hand out for a handshake. Better than just awkwardly talking, crouching over a bush. Daryl shook it, to at least adding something to keep the conversation from getting too awkward. "So, we found you in a tree..."

"Uh, yeah. I... eheh. I guess I figured it was a good way to avoid walkers. They can't seem to climb for shit, really. So, uhm... is there l-like a job or something I should be getting to, or-"

"Hell if I know."

"O-oh. Well, if you need anything... like, anything at all, I'm right here..."

"Right..."

Daryl left ger to her business.

"Oh, uh... it was nice meeting you!" She added. He didn't respond.

Daryl hadn't much of an opinion on her. She seemed nice enough, but frankly he hadn't any idea how good or bad of an addition she'd be. And frankly, nothing she did or said was anything remarkable, noteworthy, or eyecatching. Cali, as she insisted on being called, was short, pudgy, baby faced, and from every other angle Daryl could see, she looked like walker bait. At least she was smart enough to get in a tall place to avoid them, but perhaps she might not be much for fighting back or wilderness survival.

Nonetheless, he'd be willing to see if she could prove herself. It's not like she's useless.

A few days went by, and Daryl noticed a pattern. When given chores by the other members of the group, Cali would attend to them quietly without ever wanting help. Her voice was always soft and meek when she asked for anything, which was rare in itself. Without fail, around dusk, Cali was always sitting at the lavender bush. Either to pick more, or to sit with a notebook. A diary? And she was drinking that tea she said the lavender was for at night, but also in certain times in the afternoon.

Lavender tea was for sleep, and calming nerves. Daryl knew this because of his mom's old remedies she'd use, when he was just a kid.

So far, he'd deducted that Cali was dead meat if she were to go out on her own. She could make it for a certain amount of time, but her nerves would get the best of her and make her clumsy. Ergo, she's walker bait.

...

It was getting lonely, for Cali. She fancied being alone, but not being lonely. But she was tragically insecure; unwilling to talk about her interests with the other ladies, unable to even approach any of the men. The closest she could get was watching Carl when Lori wasn't, and neither one of them actually talked much to her. So logically, Cali wanted some validation out of being useful.

To be frank, the only person Cali really considered approaching and making friends with was Daryl. He also seemed to be partial to being alone, after all. But it's not like he would ever want to activately be friends with her anyway, right? Cali wrote and drew, she was into books and fantasy and mythology. She was a nerd. A total geek. And what was Daryl? Manly as hell, outdoorsy, and a goddamn hunter.

That didn't change the fact though, that when Daryl finally came back with Sophia's doll, Cali was most certainly concerned. She could see him from her lavender bush, he looked absolutely terrible. And it didn't help that Andrea shot him, to which Cali promptly responded with a "What the fuck!?" of disbelief.

As everyone rushed over to help, Cali wasn't really needed. She asked, but Rick told her that all too familiar phrase: "We got this, thanks." But no, she didn't want to be excluded. She wanted to at least do something. To overtly express that she wanted to help and be part of the group; but so far it had all gone from her being too afraid to talk to anyone, to everyone excluding her by assuming she didn't care for anyone.

So Cali decided to do something about it. At least one thing. One nice thing for someone.

So she visited Daryl, inside Hershel's house. With a small gift. Some lavender, with a paper wrapped around it. While he was asleep, she slipped it onto the nightstand.

...

"Hey, Cali!"

She was at the lavender bush again, with her notebook, whipping around to see Daryl holding her gift. "Y-yeah?"

"... you wrote this? Daryl unfolded the paper. It was a poem:

You carry us far Through all your scars Of old and new, Through sun and stars

Take your rest Feel happiness For it's worthwhile to us all

"... Is it bad?"

Daryl sighed in disbelief, taking a seat next to her. "Nah, that ain't it..."

"I didn't mean to bother you, I just wanted to get you a get well-"

"Why though?" "Huh?"

"You're always sitting out here. You got you're notebook, your head in the clouds. Ya don't talk to nobody-"

"I'm sorry."

"-and you apologize for it. What the hell do you do out here?"

She paused, stuck between just dying on the spot or coughing up the notebook. "I... draw. And I write." She handed the notebook to him, so he could go through it himself.

In it were various practice sketches, poems, characters, and unfinished stories. It was a chaotic mess of creation, full of concepts and ideas that may never be fully fleshed out. "It's just weird nerdy stuff... I-I really like mythology, and uh... comics..."

"... This is what you were hiding all this time?" "Yeah..."

Daryl closed the notebook, handing it back to Cali.

"... What use you think any of that has, anyway?"

"I... wait, what do you mean?"

"I mean now that dead people are walking around eating people. How's any of that gonna help?"

Cali paused, thinking for a moment. Not necessarily on what to answer, but rather how to word the answer out. Such a question wasn't one that confused her very much.

"... Well, we got survival down. If we're hungry, we can pick plants and kill animals. If we're tired, we can make a shelter that's safe. But... what's the point of it all?"

"... That doesn't answer my question."

She gave him a look. For once, it was a more assertive look; like what she was about to say was something painfully obvious. Like he should have known, by now. "Animals survive. Humans live. And what's the point of surviving if you can't live?" She tapped her notebook. "This here is... how I live."

Cali opened up the notebook, flipping to a page in which she was drawing a kraken. "So that's why I'm always here with my notebook. It's quiet so I can focus, and it smells nice with the lavender here. So there."

The conversation ended there, and she expected Daryl to once again take his leave. But, he didn't. He was still sitting there, watching her doodle away. Her drawing wasn't particularly amazing, but... it was okay. He could tell she wasn't actually paying him much mind. Just, focused on her work. But Cali knew he was there, watching. She just had yet to realize she was fine with it.

And they just kind of stayed like that for a while. Sitting in silence at the lavender bush.

((Special thanks to @kiksselfships for encouraging me most to embrace my self insertion, and @skollwriting for giving me the match up that inspired this new ship))

#self insert #self ship #twd #twd daryl #daryl dixon #fanfic #self indulgent stuff

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goldishlock · 5 years ago

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Emerald Seas Chapter 4 (Pirates of the Caribbean Fanfiction)

It was the next morning and as Cutler awoke he was glad he caught at least some sleep. His back felt tolerable even though still very painful and stiff. The nightmares were one of the reasons he wasn't able to sleep. Every time when closing his eyes he relived everything and felt the pain once again, waking up several times soaked in sweat. When awake he was thankful for being saved and he caught his thoughts slipping toward Kate, making it even harder for him to fall back asleep.

He lifted his body from his bed and tried to make way to the dresser slowly. There laid one of the spare uniforms that were brought to him the night before, waiting for him on a chair. He lifted the white blouse over his shoulders which made his back burn, but he was happy to feel the touch of clean, and above all, dry clothes again. The sun peeked through the small windows inside the cabin, it was early in the morning but upon deck, was already a lot of activity. When he was fully dressed in the uniform he tried to get up from the chair. It took a lot of strength to do so but he managed to get up and felt well enough to go up to deck.

When he arrived the bright sunlight made him squeeze his eyes, but once his sight returned he noticed the ship was sailing full speed. He guessed London would be the destination. He saw a few men standing near the helm and noticed Lord Florence enjoying his morning tea at a small fully served table. He and a few of his Lieutenants were discussing the direction they were going and next to the small table was a higher one with a large map placed upon it. Cutler made way to the men and when arriving it was obvious Lord Florence didn't acknowledge his presence on purpose. Cutler coughed to get his attention and Lord Florence slowly looked up from sipping his tea while holding a smaller map.

'I'm sorry to interrupt Milord, but I wanted to show my gratitude for saving me the other day' Cutler stood tall and tried to make an impression. Lord Florence's mouth curled into a modest smile.

'Don't thank me. It's my daughter you have to thank' his voice spoke and Cutler swore he saw some Lieutenants laughing behind him. Lord Florence nodded his head in the direction behind Cutler and as he turned around he saw Kate in the distance making her way from the back of the ship. She looked much different from last night, all clean and neat, she must feel just as glad as himself to be in normal conditions again. Her hair was tight up with a few curls which made their way down to her shoulder. The gold of her dress fluttering in the wind shone within the light of the first morning rays of the sun. She managed to look beautiful in a simple way, not overdressed like some women in England would. Cutler figured it probably made life at sea for her a lot easier in somewhat more simple dresses, as women didn't have naval uniforms.

Cutler caught himself staring at her as she slowly strolled across the large deck into their direction, greeting everyone with her always warm smile. As she reached the stairs to get to the men Cutler quickly walked a few steps down to gently reach for her hand and help her upstairs like a gentleman, not letting his sight go off her. Kate whispered a thank you greeting him with a kind smile.

'Ah my dear' Lord Florence pointed at a seat next to him for Kate to sit while he moved back the chair.

'Goodmorning men' Kate nodded and her eyes went from all of them to Cutler and ended there.

'Goodmorning Miss Florence. I hope you are feeling well?' Cutler greeted her forgetting the fact that he was still holding her hand even though she long ago reached the top of the stairs.

'Cutler, even now you can call me Kate' she whispered softly in Cutler's direction so only the two of them could hear. After spending so much time together and growing so close they, of course, had let go of appropriate manners and etiquettes, but Cutler released it all was different now as he felt the eyes of Lord Florence burning in his back. Kate seemed to understand what he was doing and softly coughing while lowering her eyes she smoothly pulled her hand back and Cutler quickly released it. Kate's face looked more serious into his direction.

'I'm very well, thank you for your concern Mr. Beckett' she spoke in a formal way, teasing with him as a wink followed. Cutler grinned softly while she passed him and gently placed herself on the chair next to her father.

'We will be heading back to London. I believe you work for the East India Trading Company at their main office there?' Lord Florence scribbled on some notes and didn't even bother to look Cutler's direction.

'Yes Sir' Cutler answered.

'Good. Our journey should be a smooth one as my men are figgering out the safest and fastest course' Lord Florence sipped some of his tea.

He probably wanted to reach London as fast as possible for the safety of his daughter, trying to stay out of the way of any pirate encounters, even though this Naval warship was ready to take down any illegal ship, it seemed Lord Florence didn't want to take any chances.

'I can be of assistance with that Sir, if I may' Cutler wanted to show his usefulness, he felt the desire to do something after being away from real work for such a long time. Navigating and map reading were one of his stronger skills, he had a big interest in them. Lord Florence finally looked up from his parchment and started laughing along with some of the Lieutenants. Kate gave her father an annoyed look but she hit it well as Lord Florence watched her sipping her tea quickly.

'And how could you be of any use boy? We have the best navigators in England' Lord Florence spoke his mind and Kate placed her hand upon her father's after she had lowered her cup.

'Father, at least give him a chance, please' Kate whispered so only the two of them could hear. Lord Florence let out a hearable sigh and he waved as a sign Cutler could help if necessary. Cutler bowed slightly and made his way to the Lieutenants, looking back shortly to see Kate smiling, her face hidden behind her teacup after taking another sip.

'What is going on my dear?' it seemed Lord Florence asked a question he didn't want to ask, or at least he wanted to get the right answer, Kate tried to hold back a sigh before she spoke.

'I know he's a smart man father. I know men want to be useful on a ship so why not give it a try?' Kate didn't look at her father taking her teacup and circled it in her small hands.

'I mean with you and him Katherina, you seem fond of him.. you know what I mean' Lord Florence stuttered a little, showing less of the strict man he was a few seconds ago, but the waving of his hand, that she needed to spell it out, seemed a little more like the strict men he often showed himself as. He took her wrist softly. It stopped Kate from playing with the teacup and made her look him in the eyes as he expected she would give him the answer he wanted.

'We've been through a lot these past weeks. I got to know him well and after all, he saved my life. One will start to care for the other after all that' Kate whispered carefully but firm looking at her father's face who went quiet. It was obvious it wasn't the answer he hoped for. Even though she didn't say it straight away, he probably could tell she had feelings for him.

'It can't be Katherina' Lord Florence spoke quickly, sort and stubborn. Kate removed her sight as her eyes had stared at the porcelain teacup for a while.

'Only because his income and rank aren't good enough?' Kate placed her teacup on the table with a soft pound, for a moment her eyes went to the men behind them but they were to busy minding their own business. Her eyes pierced her father's.

'Well.. say it!' Kate raised her voice a little, but not too loud so the conversation was still private. Lord Florence's face turned strict again, he released her wrist as she had pulled it away.

'I don't want you to go to ruin once I leave this world. One day you will understand. Try to forget the boy Katherina. You will only break your heart if you don't stop this. You have to let him know this is all there was..' he stood up from the table and took her hand back placing a quick kiss on it. Kate sighed as her father walked towards the men to see the progress they made. It felt like there was a stone in her stomach. The last thing she wanted to do is tell Cutler it could never be.

'Good work Mr. Beckett' Kate heard her father speak to Cutler while he bent his much taller body over the large map. He seemed genuinely impressed. The Lieutenants nodded in approval. Kate watched as Cutler received a pat on the back from her father before he left the upper deck. She knew Cutler was an intelligent man and she believed in him. Kate understood her father's concern but couldn't, and didn't want to ban Cutler from her mind.

The sky was dark as the night had come. There was a soft wind blowing through Kate's hair while she leaned over the rail, watching the waves hit the side of the ship. It was quiet upon deck which only made the sound of the waters more mesmerizing. Most men were asleep, except for the sailor keeping watch. She grinned when her sight moved to the sailor who couldn't keep his eyes open, his head almost slipping away into a deeper sleep, which almost made it hit the helm every time. Her eyes moved to the waves again. Tomorrow they will reach London. She felt glad to go home again, of course after all the terror that had happened and still haunting her at night in her sleep, one of the reasons she was still awake. But she felt an emptiness inside her when thinking about continuing the normal days of her life in London again. It wasn't going to take long for her father to force her to choose a suitor. And once that would happen it felt like her life would end, the adventures on the sea, the only freedom she still had, and Cutler, she would lose him. All of a sudden she felt a presence near her and she woke up from her thoughts, her eyes shifting toward the person beside her.

'I didn't mean to frighten you' Cutler's deep voice spoke reassuringly and his face entered the light of the small lanterns on deck.

'My thoughts carried me away I think' Kate's lips curled upward and her eyes focused on the sea again, she knew her father wanted her to say goodbye to him, but she simply couldn't.

'Now you make me wonder, about your deep thoughts' Cutler said charmingly, he placed his hand on the rail close to hers, slightly touching the side of her hand. She felt the struggle inside and wondered how he made it so difficult for her to forget him.

'What will you do once we get home?' Kate asked hoping for an answer that might include her in his plans for the future. She decided not to follow her father's commands, but uncertain of Cutler's feeling and thoughts, she wanted to be sure of his feelings before pouring her heart out to him.

'After all that happened, I will try to work even harder to reach my goal. One day I'll rid the seas from pirates, once and for all' Cutler spoke with ambition. Kate admired his determination and knew he was just as scarred from this encounter with pirates, it seemed like it let a spark within him that spoke hate and it seemed he wanted revenge.

'I want to make sure nothing like that will ever happen to you again Kate, even if I can't protect you from up close I will do it from afar' Cutler whispered after making his body turn to hers, moving his hand closer and eventually placing it gently onto hers. Kate's eyes started tearing as he spoke those words, but she soon covered it up by blinking. He spoke of how they could never be together, but he'd still make it his life's mission to keep her safe by eliminating all evil from this world. Her hand turned and gently squeezed his warm hand. Kate dared her eyes to turn away from the waves and they caught him glancing her way. She didn't know what to say, thankful for his words and the promise he'd still protect her even though she was in safe hands now. But still the battle within her, of risking it all or doing what her father desired made it impossible to act on her feelings alone.

'Cutler I.. don't know what to say' Kate started but his hand raised to her cheek where the warmth of his palm covered the rosy color of her skin. His thumb traveled to her lips, as a sign it was alright she wasn't sure how to respond.

'You don't have to say anything' Cutler knew she was having a hard time trying to do what was right or following her heart. He didn't want to influence her choice and respected her father's decisions, even though he wanted nothing more than to be with her.

'I will see you tomorrow' Kate quickly pressed a soft kiss to his cheek once he had lowered his hand. It was clear Cutler did not saw it coming as his raised eyebrows showed his surprised expression. Kate knew it wouldn't take long before she was going to scream out how much she wanted to be with him which would only lead to trouble, so she decided it was best to leave for bed now. Quickly taking the fabric of her skirt and evening robe she curtseyed down, immediately she felt like a fool as if he was a total stranger to her. So she covered it up by taking his fingers within hers for a slight moment before taking her first steps to leave.

'I hope you'll sleep well' Cutler whispered as he had sensed she too was troubled by nightmeres. With a stretched out arm still holding her fingers he slowly placed a kiss on her knuckles before actually releasing them before she disappeared into the darkness.

The next morning Cutler woke up early as he once again didn't catch much sleep. Arriving on deck he noticed there was land in sight. Sailors were working hard to get the ship to the right direction and commands were yelled across the deck. He noticed Kate and Lord Florence were already awake and making themselves ready to enter the land. Cutler almost forgetting how big London was watched the streets in the far distance which looked busy already at this time in the morning. Once the grand white sails slowly entered the docks Cutler made his way to Kate and greeted her nodding his head.

'Let's make way my dear' Lord Florence pulled Kate's arm as he escorted her to leave the ship. It was obvious Lord Florence was rushing her toward the longboats as he didn't feel to need to greet Cutler.

Once the crew was all aboard the longboats they entered the docks of London shortly after. In the distance Culter watched the magnificent ship being repaired and prepared for the next trip. It seemed as if they were in a hurry and Cutler suddenly remembered Kate telling him Lord Florence's Company would leave for the Caribbean soon, and he didn't even know exactly where. It made his stomach turn as he realized it wouldn't take long before she'd leave London, which might mean for good.

Kate looked around at what was a familiar sight. It was strange to step on land again and it felt like they had been on the seas for years. It always made her balance a bit off for days after. Lord Florence made his way to the blue carriage that was waiting for them. Kate turned around and saw Cutler had left the longboats as well.

'Make it quick' Lord Florence had turned around his head to see his daughter staring at Cutler. He removed his sight from her returning his walk to the carriage. Kate didn't break her sight from Cutler and swallowed before making her way to him. It seemed he already spotted her and made his way to her as well. Cutler opened his mouth to speak but Kate spoke rather quickly and serious.

'I want to thank you for bringing me home safe Mr. Beckett' Kate spoke quick and formal. Cutler for a moment worried but soon he saw two piercing eyes watch him as Lord Florence watched them from the small window of the carriage. Cutler smiled back at Kate as a sign he understood what she was doing, making Lord Florence believe this were their final goodbyes. Cutler offered Kate his arm, pointing to the ship as if he was explaining something while turning their back on her father to have at least some privacy while they strolled a little out of hearing range.

'We will head for the Caribbean soon, very soon I'm afraid' Kate spoke staring at the ship. She knew they would settle down there for quite a while, the Carribean was a growing business as her father said, which meant that it was going to be her home for a long time. Her heart almost broke thinking about being so far away from him.

'I want to see you again, Kate' Cutler spoke quickly breaking the formality. Kate's green eyes winded slightly as they moved away from the ship into his direction. Her lips turned upward.

'And I you' Kate whispered softly. Cutler didn't expect that reaction, he was sure she was going to choose to be faithful to her father's wishes, and he couldn't think she was wrong. But she didn't. It gave him hope, the fire inside him was fueled even more.

There was a voice that called for Kate. Cutler noticed her eyes roll and as they turned around it was Lord Florence making his way back to continue escorting his daughter to the carriage. There were some redcoats that had arrived guarding the carriage as if Lord Florence was making a statement for Cutler not to follow them.

'Promise me you'll write' Kate continued quickly whispering as time was running out and her father's patience as well. Kate was looking straight into Cutler's eyes when they returned to hers.

'I promise' Cutler whispered making her one last promise before they were seperated. Just in time before Lord Florence hooked his arm into that of his daughter to escort her away from him. Cutler stood there taking in the last seconds of printing the image of her emerald green eyes into his mind, for he did not know when he was going to behold them again..

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AN: I wrote this fanfiction a long time ago and decided to put it on Tumblr ^^ I apologize in advance for any mistakes in my English, for it is not my native language. Also first fanfic so please be gentle and any tips are very much welcome! :D

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