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camthesolemnone · 3 years ago

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*crashes through door*

HI I HAVE ANOTHER ONE!!

Ok. Soulmate AU!! it's the one with the red string connecting you to your soul mate by your pinkie. Make up some rules for it if you need to!! I like to do the thing where the string gets tighter/looser as they move closer and farther from their s/o.

Ok, goodnight, I love you, bye!

*mwah*

*passes out just outside door*

Whoops accidentally made Zhanna older than Heavy in this one. Well I mean, maybe she is, but I've always written Mikhail as the oldest child in his family. Anyway, enjoy!

Wide eyes full of tears and flushed cheeks was what Mama came across upon turning to face who was tugging at her shawl. Little Zhanna, no more than five, was highly concerned about her baby brother.

"Mama! Misha’s finger is blue!"

Fearing that her son had developed gangrene from the cold brought on by the heavy storm outside, the distressed mother turned away from her soup pot and made haste towards the living room.

"Zhanna! Go get your father!" She instructed, entering the space, and the small girl nodded rapidly as she dashed off to where Papa was doing laundry.

Mama approached her child. The infant was situated in the center of the carpet, tiny hands shaking and eyes also leaking. Mikhail couldn't form words yet. He could only helplessly wail as he became light-headed; he had lost all feeling in his pinkie finger.

Mama kneeled down near him, and Zhanna and Papa appeared a second later.

"What is going on! Is moy syn alright?" The older man cried.

Mama took the boy’s hands in her own and examined them closely. As Zhanna had announced, his left pinkie was a light shade a blue. At the base of Mikhail’s finger was a small red string, fastened so tightly that it constricted the blood flow. The Russian mother breathed a sigh of relief.

“There is nothing to fear, he has simply acquired his soulstring,” Mama explained, standing up and giving her family a reassuring nod.

Papa let out his own held breath at the fortunate news, but Zhanna simply stared at her parents in confusion.

“Mama, what is a soulstring?”

Her father reached out to grasp her mother’s hand, and the two of them smiled down at their daughter.

“Young Zhanna, a soulstring is leetle red string around your pinkie that connects you to your soulmate: the person you are destined to fall in love with. Some people’s thread appears immediately after birth, but for others, it can take several years before their special partner is chosen,” Mama revealed.

Papa added on, motioning to Mikhail in the process.

“The tighter the string is, the farther you are away from your soulmate. Seeing as your brother’s is strong enough to cut off circulation, there is good chance his soulmate does not live in this country.”

Zhanna glanced over at the thread on Mikhail’s finger and then back to her parents, crossing her arms.

“What happens to the string when you find your ‘soulmate?’“ Zhanna inquired.

Papa crouched down to ruffle his daughter’s hair while Mama picked up Mikhail and left the room to resume dinner.

“Once you meet fated love, the string falls off for good,” he explained.

The small girl beamed and ran a hand through her black hair.

“Chudesno! I can’t wait to get my soulstring!”

Mikhail had given up on his chances of ever finding his love or feeling his finger again.

Forty seven years had passed since the red string initially appeared on his pinkie, and not once had he ever felt it loosen up. He felt hopeless and silently wondered most days if the higher beings had made a mistake. Maybe he truly wasn’t attached to anyone and they had tied the thread just to spite him. Instead, the Russian decided to spend his time taking care of his family.

His father had long since passed and Yana and Bronislava had run off with their soulmates, but at least Mikhail could still provide for his mother and Zhanna.

An ad in the newspaper intrigued him one morning: a mercenary job in America offering thousands. The giant immediately took to calling the company, known as Mann Co., and asked for a position. Not only would he be able to make enough money to provide a comfortable life for Mama and his sister, he was delighted at the opportunity to wield guns against evil men with no consequence. Moving away from the Russian blizzards would also prove to be a positive change.

Within two months of his interview, the new Heavy Weapons Specialist was landing down in New Mexico. A few days were spent getting used to his new surroundings and signing paperwork, but eventually, the bus came by his hotel to take him to the Reliable Excavation Demolition base.

While lounging in the tough leather seat, Heavy glanced at the surrounding seats and took notice of two other men sitting in the back. They both wore red and yellow bands on their arms, indicating they were some of Mikhail’s new teammates. Preferring not to spend a year with a group of people who disliked him, the Russian moved to the back of the bus to make a good first impression.

“Privet, I am Heavy Weapons Guy,” he began.

The two men looked up from their respective pieces of literature. The younger of the two lazily held and flipped a baseball magazine with one hand. The other man, taller and masked, was gripping a thick, plain-covered novel.

“Yo! I heard that our Heavy was supposed to be, well, you know, heavy, but damn you’re fa--OWW!” The Bostonian shouted, being met with a swift slap from the man sitting beside him.

“Please ignore Scout here. This rotten bunny doesn’t seem to have any manners.”

“Go to hell, you French bastard!” Scout shot back.

The insults continued and Heavy found himself silently slinking back into his seat. He had the strength to snap both of them like toothpicks if he so desired, but it was better not to end his career before it started.

Along the ride, the bus stopped several times to pick up the rest of the RED team. First came their pyromaniac and engineer, then the sniper and soldier. The demolition’s expert came by himself and the final stop was saved for a relatively young woman in a purple dress.

“Er, hello, everyone. I am Miss Pauling, your boss’s secretary. I’m scheduled to give you guys a tour around the base and to break down your jobs. Raise your hand if you have any questions and please, try to cooperate with one another,” the woman sighed.

Dell, the shortest man on the team with a yellow hardhat, raised his hand.

“Yes, Engineer?” Miss Pauling prompted.

“Isn’t there supposed to be one more fella here with us?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

Miss Pauling glanced toward the ceiling briefly as if she were really pondering the answer before turning to Engineer.

“Medic’s flight got delayed due to a massive snowstorm in Berlin. He should be here tomorrow at the earliest.”

It was impossible to notice the difference just by looking at it, but Mikhail nearly jerked forward when he felt it. Was he really going insane in his desperation? Had the string really just loosened? It most certainly had, he had felt the pressure ease up ever so slightly, but something in the back of his mind that told him it was just his imagination. The giant shook his head and groaned, barely able to pay attention to anything else Miss Pauling said.

His mind became a battlefield of longing versus absurdity. The thread had suffocated him during his prime. There was no possible explanation as to why his soulmate would be appearing now of all times. By forty seven, Mikhail was overweight, balding, had several scars from his time in Siberia, and was rated ugly by every woman he had attempted to romance. He couldn’t think of a single reason as to why his love would find him attractive now, and it deepened the eternal hole in his heart.

But Heavy held onto the faintest thread of hope. Maybe, just maybe, his suffering was about to come to an end. He would meet with the woman or man fate had binded him to, and he could finally be happy.

That night, Mikhail stared at his bedroom ceiling wide awake. Once their team’s doctor arrived in New Mexico, he would know for certain what destiny had in store for him.

Ludwig’s attempt at getting some shut eye on the flight failed. He couldn’t fall asleep even if he wanted to, for his pinkie was regaining its color. Somehow, this job as a battlefield medic that he had selected out of the blue was leading his soul to its missing half.

“It’s only a matter of time,” he murmured to himself, eyes more hopeful than the day he earned his doctorate’s degree.

Heavy awoke to the sound of loud yelling and banging on his door.

“Attention! You will be dressed and be stationed in the recreational room for role call in five minutes! That is an order!” Soldier commanded.

The softer, more compassionate voice of Miss Pauling sighed and spoke through the door.

“I’m sorry Heavy. I couldn’t say anything to convince him not to come with me to wake you guys up. Just settle down in the rec room in a few minutes, okay?”

Mikhail groaned, both from a lack of sleep and the sudden wake-up call. He complied, however, adorning his red, short sleeved shirt, his bulletproof vest, the bandolier for his minigun, pants, a belt, and a pair of sturdy combat boots.

When the heavy weapon’s specialist arrived in the rec room, it was absolute chaos. Spy had moved on from insulting Scout to bickering with Sniper, Demoman was already sloshing around a bottle of alcohol, Scout had stolen Engineer’s hardhat and was taunting him with it, and Soldier was shouting at a terrified looking Pyro.

“RED Team! Enough! It’s only the first day and you’re already at each other’s throats!” Miss Pauling stomped, placing her hands on her hips.

Some the the mercenaries, including Heavy, faced towards their higher-up while the others continued to do their own thing.

“Now look, your first battle will begin as soon as Medic arrives. I’m heading over to the airport to pick him up, so I advise you all check over your equipment,” her words more of a command than a suggestion.

Heavy’s eyes widened. He felt it again.

He decided in that moment that polishing Sascha could wait.

Before Miss Pauling could leave the room, the large man scurried over to her and placed a massive hand on her shoulder to grab her attention.

“Yes, Heavy? Do you need something?” She asked plainly.

Mikhail nodded, his cheeks slightly flushed.

“Da, I want to come to airport with you, if you do not mind. I promise not to cause any problems.”

Pauling raised an eyebrow.

“Pozhaluysta, Miss,” the Russian begged, rubbing his forever blue pinkie with his other hand.

Miss Pauling opened her mouth to speak, but her words died on her lips when she noticed the tiny gesture. Instead, she gave him a short nod of understanding and proceeded out of the building.

In the car, Heavy’s leg bounced. His breathing was deep, and his whole body seemed to sweat with fear and anticipation. With every inch the vehicle moved, he could feel the burden on his finger lighten up. This wasn’t just some illusion or dream, it was really happening. After forty seven years of waiting, he was about to meet the love of his life.

Miss Pauling took note of his anxiousness, but didn’t say anything during the trip, giving Mikhail plenty of time to ask himself a million questions. What would his lover look like? Would they be a man or a woman? Would they have a heart of gold, or a rotten core that sought to make the Russian miserable at every turn?

Finally, the airport was in sight. Mikhail could hardly withstand the separation between himself and his soulmate. He wanted, needed to find his other half. He needed to shower them with all of the affection he had been waiting so long to administer. He needed to hear their voice and inhale their scent and feel their body against his own.

Miss Pauling nearly tripped over her high heels trying to catch up with the eager Russian. She had seem some truly heartwarming instances of soulmates meeting over the years, but never before in her life had she seen someone so desperate to unite with their fated love.

He had to hold onto a railing as he stepped out of the plane to avoid passing out.

Ludwig had always experienced air-sickness while flying, but more than that, his hand was trembling. The string that had plagued his right hand for decades was loose, looser than it had ever been before. The doctor was overwhelmed; he wanted to throw up and cry tears of happiness at the same time. This was his moment, his soulmate was waiting for him.

As he stood near the loading gate, the thread loosened further, and it signaled that his soon-to-be lover was getting closer, closer.

Unable to withhold his excitement, Medic dashed across the airport. He got caught up in several crowds and passed right by the luggage pickup, but none of that mattered. He was following his heart’s call now; he let the slackening of his bindings guide his every step.

“Heavy! Please slow down!” Miss Pauling yelled, but the giant had blocked her out a long time ago.

There was only one voice he was willing to let in now. He pushed past a group of adults with the tiniest apology as he charged up the stairs. If he were anywhere else, he would have most likely been stared at and thrown out by security. In the chaos of the airport, everyone assumed he was simply running to reunite with a loved one.

An opening in the crowds.

Everything went silent.

The world slowed down.

Mikhail spotted him, his soulmate across the grand building. He was more handsome than he could have ever imagined, and although he didn’t know it yet, Ludwig also firmly believed that he had just encountered an angel.

The soulstring unraveled and landed on the ground.

All remaining distance between them was covered in a second. The force of the impact sent them to the ground, but neither of them cared. Arms wrapped around strong bodies, tears spilled out of adoring eyes, and lips whispered the pledges of love they had so desperately longed to hear.

At last, Mikhail and Ludwig were home.

#tf2 #heavymedic #fanfiction #soulmates

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xpeachesncream · 4 years ago

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off the grid | seven

summary: it was as simple as swapping places with a stranger from across the world to get away from everything back home. that is - until you meet Jimin. things become more complicated as he unfolds a new chapter in your life that you were initially trying to avoid.

pairing: reader x pjm

genre: post-college au, christmas/holiday au | angst, fluff, smut (to come)

words: 4.1k

chapter warnings: fluff, cussing, flirting, hints of sex/sexual comments, breakups and exes, alcohol consumption, intoxication, dancing/grinding, good friends and good company, insecurities, lots of overthinking

notes: last two chapters will be posted tomorrow and the following day!

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The next morning, you wake up to the warm sun hitting your face. You quickly grab your phone to check the time and see that it's a little past 10AM. Jimin is sound asleep behind you, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist. You slowly turn, smiling to yourself as you watch him breathe quietly. Your hand rests on his cheek as you lay small kisses on his lips and nose, causing him to flutter his eyes open and smile into one of your kisses.

"Goodmorning to you too." He slightly chuckles as he wraps both arms around you and brings you closer.

"Wake up." You whine.

"I'm awake." He says, his eyes still closed.

"Doesn't look like it." You lay another kiss on his lips.

"I mean if it means more kisses, then no. I'm not awake." You playfully smack his shoulder, causing him to scrunch his nose and open his eyes. "Ha, ow." You sit up, resting onto your elbows as you look down at him. Jimin finally opens his eyes to check his phone, all while a hand is caressing your back. "Oh shit."

"Hm?"

"Fuck, that's right." He groans a bit.

"What is it?"

"The boys are out to the bars at Hongdae tonight. I'd rather much stay in with you, though."

"Ah, don't be a party pooper, Park." You laugh. "Go to the bars."

"Only if you come with. I think it's the usual, plus some of our friends from school will be coming by."

"That sounds fun. What's the celebration?"

"Mmm, nothing really. Just wanna get together and enjoy the night."

"Yeah, let's go. That sounds fun." He smiled.

"Mmkay, love." His voice is still deep and raspy, causing you to bite onto your bottom lip.

"Speaking of school, do you happen to have any pictures from college still?" Your curiosity gets to the best of you since you've heard them talk about their college days so much.

"Yeah, a ton." He laughed. "Wanna see some? You'll see baby Taehyung and Jungkook. They definitely look way different now."

"Even better." He tilts his phone to show you pictures from his college days. His black, pink, blue and purely blonde-haired days, and the way his hair was longer or styled differently with a clear undercut, caused your heart to flutter at how good he looked no matter the color or style. He sees the glow in your eyes and smiles, continuing to scroll down. You see a ton of pics of him, Jungkook, Taehyung, Jin and Hoseok hanging out individually or all together. There were a few unfamiliar faces in other photos, but nonetheless, Jimin always showed off his bright smile and laugh.

Then there was a picture he stumbled upon that caused you to raise an eyebrow. He didn't seem to mind it, even though you knew it was a picture of him and his ex. She looked up at him while he had his arm around her waist, both laughing in a very candid picture. She had popped up in two more pictures, Jimin either wrapping his arms around her or her on his back.

"Who's that?" You weren't sure how to bring up the question, or if you should have even brought it up at all. You didn't even tell him Taehyung had brought up his ex in your conversation with him at the Common Ground.

"My ex." He looked at you, puppy eyes and all.

"Wanna tell me about her?" You rested your head on his chest, the both of you still looking up at his phone.

"We dated for almost 3 years. We broke up early last year. And honestly, I don't really know. We were good until we weren't." You felt him slightly shrug. "That's probably as best as I could put it. We started off like any other couple in its honeymoon phase, then eventually, I gave more to the relationship than she did. It was pretty obvious she was over the relationship and wanted to see other people, but I tried not to have any bad blood with her when we broke up. For the most part, we had more good times than bad, and she was my friend first and foremost before we became a couple. As long as she was happy, you know?"

"Mhm." You look up at him. "Have you talked since you broke up?"

"No. She moved on pretty quickly and I felt like we both needed the space, anyways." You nodded.

"How are you such an angel?"

"What do you mean?" He chuckled.

"I don't know. You're just too good to be true, sometimes." Seriously, how? How could someone just be so understanding like that? Sure, he definitely was hurt. It's inevitable to feel hurt and completely destroyed, especially if you found out that the person you loved didn't really love you in the same way anymore. Wouldn't that make you pissed off? Sad? Like all these years didn't actually matter? Jimin continues to surprise you every day and this is why it's been hard not to get attached. Exhibit A, right here. He was just full of love, patience and warmth.

"Mm, I just consider myself to be a simple person living a simple life." His hand is now tangled in your hair, lightly massaging your scalp. "I try not to overcomplicate things. Just takes up too much energy."

"Simple? For the record, I think you're pretty cool." He laughed.

"Such a compliment coming from a pretty girl like you." He says playfully, causing you to hit his chest. The rest of the time, he begins to talk more about the other pictures he comes across, but your mind continues to wander. Why did he have pictures of his ex on his phone still? It wasn't a bad thing, knowing what you know. But part of you couldn't help but feel like Jimin was still holding onto that part of his life, even though he says he isn't. Was he still holding onto her? Lets say you both did end up working this out one way or another - what if she wanted him back? Would he instantly drop you to get back with her? Especially since she could physically be there for him 24/7? It honestly worried you, even if you weren't sure what this was, but you brush off the thoughts and simply respond to him by smiling and nodding.

It was such a bad habit of yours to assume the worst right away. A bad habit you had trouble unlearning.

Once you both deemed it was time to get up and get on with the day, you quickly showered and threw on some clothes. You borrowed a small duffle bag from Yana's closet to throw in your outfit for tonight's bar festivities as you didn't feel comfortable roaming around in it throughout the day since it was too cold.

Jimin drove you both to his apartment so he could get himself ready while you waited. Jungkook was in the kitchen getting himself a late bowl of cereal, while Taehyung sat in his room with the door wide open.

"Had a fun night, kids?" Jungkook winked and smirked at you both. You felt your cheeks heat up as you blushed and tried to avoid eye contact.

"Shut up." Jimin laughed.

"Better yet, how productive was it?" Taehyung yelled from his room.

"TAEHYUNG-AH!" Jimin yelled, making you giggle to yourself as you sat on the couch watching him pay a visit to Taehyung to scold him some more.

"Are you coming tonight, Y/N?" Jungkook sits at their dining table.

"Yeah, I am."

"Sweet. Save me a dance?"

"Sure." You chuckled.

"What are you and Jimin up to today?"

"You know, I have no idea. He doesn't like to tell me these things."

"I'm taking her to the tower." Jimin yells from his room.

"Can we come with?" Taehyung asks.

"No, I don't want you guys to go."

"Jimin!" You shout back. "Yes, you can come with us." You hear Jimin groan as he begins to shower, making Jungkook laugh.

"Grouch. It'll be fun!" You shake your head as you make your way into Jimin's room to drop off your duffle bag of clothes. You sit criss-crossed on his bed until he appears in a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair is damp and slicked back messily. Your eyes fixate on his abs and apollo's belt, causing Jimin to laugh.

"Personality is up here, Y/N." You look up to meet his eyes and smile sheepishly.

"Woops." You joke. "Couldn't see it through all of that." You wave your hand in a circular motion in front of his chest and abdomen areas.

"Mhm, wanna tell me more?" He makes his way to his closet to throw on some clothes. For God's sake.

"Mm, maybe later." He whips his head back and smirks.

"Later, huh?"

"You little nasty!"

"Says the one who was like 'I'd rather you do it inside me.'" He mocked your tone and laughed, causing you to throw his pillow at him. "Ow."

"Go get dressed, please."

"Yes, princess." He throws on black and white button up short sleeve and distressed black jeans with boots. He throws on a thick jacket and fixes his hair before walking out to meet the rest of you in the living room.

The day turns out more productive than you both thought it would be, all thanks to Jungkook and Taehyung. Besides visiting the tower and looking at the exquisite view, they figured walking around town without any agenda would be fun. In which it was, because you unlocked more stores to buy souvenirs from and more foods to try. Jimin took a ton of polaroids of the three of you, having fun and enjoying the weather, which actually wasn't too cold today.

You all get back a little past dinner time and chill for a bit before getting ready to hit the bars. The cold picked up a little bit since earlier, but you knew once you got inside and drank a little bit, you would get warmer. Taehyung was the designated driver again and it took quite a bit to get to your designation, but it was nothing too far.

The streets were flooded with people already, swarming with college kids from the nearby university. You held onto Jimin's hand as you walked behind him and navigated the streets. The bar itself was pretty nice, and there was a good amount of people already hanging out inside. You heard lots of greetings and yelling, signaling that Jimin and them finally found their friends in the crowd. He brought you forward and introduced you to his college friends, his arm held tightly around your waist. They wasted no time getting their drinks and taking shots, in which you happily joined in to get the night started. There was enough room for you all to crowd around a table and dance around.

Shot after shot, cocktail after cocktail, your body started to feel numb from the alcohol. You were at a good level and you were highly enjoying yourself tonight. You were here with Jimin and his friends, having a good time at a laid back bar in Hongdae. What could go wrong?

"Hi pretty lady." Jimin wraps his arms around your waist as you rest your arms around his neck.

"Hey, you."

"Having fun?"

"Yeah, I am."

"Good." He places a kiss on your forehead before taking you to the dance floor. "Come dance with me." You two make it to the middle of the dance floor, Jimin immediately pressing his body against yours as you grind onto him for some time. It becomes playful, the two of you locking eyes every now and then just to smile and laugh. He turns you around and you two begin to dance around each other, Jimin showing off his moves and how good of a dancer he actually really is. The boy can dance and sing?! Yeesh. Somebody send help.

"May I steal a dance?" Jungkook comes in, holding his hand out for you to grab. Jimin smiles and nods, allowing you and Jungkook to dance around each other as if you were long time friends, him twirling you around from time to time. As a song and a half passes, the both of you make your way to the bar because JK promises he'd buy you a shot if you took one with him. He asks for a double shot of some sort of whiskey, which makes your insides crumble. Yuck. But cheers to new friends and adventures, right?

"Hey, I'm really happy we met." Jungkook smiles at you and raises his shot glass. "Please promise me you'll keep in touch no matter what? We're friends now." He slightly pouts.

"Of course."

"Cheers, Y/N."

"Cheers!" You smile and tap your glass against his. The both of you take the shot quickly, your faces immediately turning sour as the alcohol travels down your bodies. Jin and Hoseok make their way over to converse, trapping you with another shot. You gladly take it since you weren't all that drunk, and you felt like you could handle another. By the time you all had drank a little more and chatted a bit, you look over Jungkook's shoulder to see Jimin speaking to another woman. He's smiling and whispering in her ear, his hand on the small of her back. She turns to look behind her when another one of Jimin's friends greets her and you realize it's his ex. Jungkook can see that your smile had died down, so he looks behind him to check out what's going on.

"Oh." He simply says and shakes his head. "Don't worry, Jimin is just being the nice guy he is but that's completely done with." You give him a tight-lipped smile and nod.

"Yeah, you're right." Is all you can say.

"Come on, let's dance with the hyungs." He nods over to the dance floor towards Jin and Hoseok. You take one last look behind him to see that Jimin is still talking to his ex but has finally created some distance between the two of them.

Maybe JK was right, what if you were worrying for no reason? For a minute, you felt a little guilty, so you brush off the thoughts and continue to dance with the boys. But then that quickly fades when you realize some time has passed and Jimin hasn't returned to your side. Instead, his ex is whispering his ear, her hands placed along his sides.

Then it suddenly hits you, a huge wave of sadness and frustration taking over you completely. This wasn't going to work. This wasn't going to work because you couldn't physically be here for Jimin like she could. No matter how you both decided to make it work. It wouldn't be fair. Jimin needs someone to be here for him. To care for him, support him and to see him. To show him that he's loved. You couldn't do that being in LA.

Maybe he really was still holding onto parts of his past. Maybe it was just better that way.

"Hey, I think I'm just going to head home." You tippy-toe to let Jungkook know. He shakes his head and looks down at you with worry.

"Wait, what's wrong Y/N? Let me know how I can help."

"It's nothing, I'm just feeling pretty tired. My feet hurt."

"Do you want me to grab Jimin?"

"No, he's busy. I don't wanna bother him." You lie, even though Jungkook can tell this is about his ex. Very clearly. "I can make my way home."

"I'll tell Taehyung to drive you."

"No, I promise. I'll make it. Please just keep having fun. I'll probably see you guys tomorrow." You give him a reassuring smile before walking off. You needed to get out of there before he could stop you any further. You tried to rush down the street, hoping none of them would come after you. But you should've known.

"Y/N!" You look back to see Jimin slightly pushing his way through the crowd to reach you. "Y/N, wait!"

"Jimin, go back inside. I'm fine." He grabs your wrist gently.

"What's going on?"

"I'm just tired." He shakes his head.

"Are you seriously going to lie to me?"

"I'm not doing this here. I just want to go home." You plead, breaking away from his grip.

"Let me go with you."

"Jimin—"

"Y/N, stop. I'm not letting you go anywhere by yourself at this time. You either let me come with or we both go back inside." You sigh, making your way to a cab that was already parked and waiting for you to come in. Jimin gets in on the other side, directing the driver to Yana's address. The ride is quiet, your hands resting on your lap as you avoid eye contact and look out the window. You couldn't even describe your feelings right now because ya, you were hurt for many reasons. One being that he didn't even come to your side that entire time he was with her. And two, reality fucking sucks. It was never going to work between the both of you and you hated believing it could so quickly.

He quickly rushes over to open your door and follows behind you as you walk into Yana's loft. You throw the keys and your bag onto the kitchen island, tossing your shoes messily to the side.

"Y/N, please stop giving me this silent treatment. What's going on?" He gently grabs your wrists to make you face him. You look at his face and begin to cry. That face became so special to you in such a short amount of time. That face, that body, this entire being. And it hurt so, so bad.

"Jimin, what are we doing?" You cried.

"What do you mean, baby?" He asks softly.

"No, don't call me that." He's taken aback by your statement.

"W-what?"

"Did you really think this was going to work between us?"

"Why can't it?"

"Because I live in Los Angeles, Jimin! If you haven't forgotten, I don't live here and I'm going back home in a few days."

"So what?" He shrugs. "I'm going to make this work with you because I want to. I don't care about the time difference, distance, whatever. It doesn't matter to me."

"Well, it does to me! Okay? I care! Because I won't physically be here to be with you. I don't think it's fair."

"Is this about my ex?" He stepped back a bit to read your body language. "Is it because you saw us talking earlier?"

"N-no."

"Y/N, I really don't appreciate you lying to me." You wipe your tears aggressively and cross your arms. "I was catching up with her and I'm sorry I didn't get to introduce you. I'm not gonna lie, she was talking about hanging out and seeing each other more but I told her I was done with it."

"Are you really?"

"Yes." His face dropped. "How can you question me about my own feelings for you?"

"Jimin. I don't think you get this." You pleaded. "I can't be here physically. Do you not understand how unfair that is? She can be here for you and I—"

"I don't want her. I want you." You shake your head.

"This should have never happened between us." He furrowed his forehead.

"Huh? Are you saying you regret this?"

"No, but it should have never gotten this-this.. complicated. I came here to get away from all that mess back home. I just wanted to be free from it all and find myself, as cliché as that shit sounds. And now it just feels like I've completely defeated the purpose of my trip here."

"It sounds like you do, though."

"I'm not saying that. I just.." You cried harder. "I can't do this with you. And trust, I know you'll meet someone who could do better for you and be here for you. What if I can't be the person you deserve? Especially being across the world."

"I don't give a fuck about anyone else but you, Y/N! Why can't you just see that? I just want you."

"Jimin." You shake your head as you cried more. You physically feel your heart breaking, each bit falling to the deep pits of your stomach. You almost feel queazy and nauseous, like you could hurl any moment now.

"It doesn't have to be this way." He says lowly. You can see the hurt on his face. "But you know what, I'll respect you and your space."

"You know—" He shook his head and opened the door.

"Save it, Y/N. You made it very clear what you wanted." He sighed. "You became everything to me, you know? I care about you so much." He paused. "I-I fell in love with you and wanted to give you my all, but I guess it wasn't enough." He says, almost at a whisper before slamming the door shut, leaving you to cry your eyes out on the kitchen floor. You quickly pull out your phone, feeling completely lost and alone.

"Pick up, pick up." You whisper to yourself. It was early morning in LA and you knew Namjoon would be up, so you were just hoping he would be around to pick up the phone.

"Wasssssup!" Namjoon smiles, but it instantly fades when he realizes you're crying. "Woah, hey. What's going on?"

"Joon, I'm so fucking stupid." You cry into your hands, not giving a fuck what you look like over Facetime. "I'm so, so fucking stupid."

"Slow down, stop saying that. What is it?"

"I should have never gotten into this mess. I should have stuck to my plan and I shouldn't have gotten so attached to Jimin. This was never going to work." You go on and on.

"Did he do something?" You can see Joon's jaw slightly clench and tense up.

"No." You sighed. "No. It's just, what was I thinking? Falling in love with someone when I knew damn well I was only going to be here for a limited amount of time. I came here to get away from all that. All the stress and relationship bullshit."

"You can't help what you feel, Y/N."

"Yeah, but this was never going to work no matter how much I want to be with him. My life is there. The distance, not being able to physically care and love for him like-like-like his ex or some shit!" You stutter.

"You guys ran into his ex, I'm assuming."

"At the fucking bar! And she was all touchy with him."

"Okay, but how did it actually go down?" He leans forward, waiting to hear the real confrontation between Jimin and his ex.

"He told her he didn't wanna see her or take their relationship further anymore. He said he was done."

"So, why are you making an issue out of this?"

"I don't know Joonie. I wanna be with him but I can't. I'm afraid of not being able to deliver and give him what he deserves. He's an angel. I'm nowhere near that."

"Y/N, I love you. You know I do, right?" You nodded as you sniffed and wiped the remaining tears away. "But I don't think this is a good enough excuse to push yourself away from Jimin. If you really care about him like you say you do, then this distance shouldn't matter. You both could make it work as long as you both think it's worth it. And from what I can see and hear, I think he really has it for you."

"Don't say that, it's not helping."

"I'm saying it like it is." He sighed. "I know you've been hurt before and I know Romeo was a fucking dumbass, but you can't keep holding onto that, thinking every experience will be the same. You need to leave him in the past, where he belongs. The things you've told me about Jimin and the things Yana has told me about Jimin have only shown me how great of a guy he really is. Maybe you just need to let your guard down and take a chance with him."

"I'm just scared. I'm scared he might find better, you know? He'll realize this distance is too much. He'll realize how much work this is."

"I think he has found that already. And I don't think it's fair for you to speak on his feelings."

"Are you on my side or his?!"

"I just want you to think about this before you come back home feeling even shittier than when you got there. Whatever it is, whatever you decide, I'll always support you. But don't push your happiness away just because you're afraid of the little things. You'll never grow that way."

"Namjoon." You cried. "I really don't know what to do. We got into this argument and he left. I'm sure he's done."

"I'm here for you. I got you." Namjoon repeated, giving you the space you needed to let it all out and cry on the other end.

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cozy-neko · 4 years ago

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The Cherry On Top • 02 • 03 | Charity stream disaster • 04

Kenma checked his stream overlay one last time to make sure everything was set up correctly. The streamer was only ten minutes away from his scheduled 24-hour charity stream that Akaashi had set up for him in partnership with the energy drink company, Black Sheep. For every donation Kenma receives during his live stream, all proceeds will be 100% donated to help animal shelters in need of supplies.

For once, Kenma was actually excited about a partnership. As a lover of cats and raising three rescues himself, it wasn’t particularly a hard decision for Kenma to make when Black Sheep had approached him and brought up the idea of a partnership and a charity stream campaign in conjunction with the animal shelter Black Sheep was associated with.

That was why when his sponsorship with Black Sheep had been threatened by a rumor, Kenma ultimately made a public announcement to deny the rumor and personally reached out to the PR/Influencer team at Black Sheep to talk it out with them.

Now, three minutes prior to going live, Kenma’s phone buzzed multiple times. He glanced at the lit up screen and rolled his eyes. It was Kuroo who was blowing up his phone, and Kenma had a fairly decent idea of what the texts were about.

Last week, Kuroo and Kenma had met up with Akaashi and Bokuto for their monthly dinner meet up when Akaashi had mentioned Kenma’s upcoming charity stream.

“A 24-hour stream is too easy for Kenma; the gremlin routinely stays up at least 36-hours once a week anyways.” Kuroo let out a barking laugh as he flipped the meat that was grilling in front of the four friends.

“That’s besides the point, Kuroo.” Kenma rolled his eyes and leaned back in the vinyl booth. “I’m doing a charity stream. All donations I get during the stream goes towards the animal shelter that Black Sheep partners with.” Kenma made sure to slowly emphasize the word “charity” when he explained his upcoming project.

“You know, I’ve never seen Kenma so excited about a project,” Bokuto quipped as he eagerly tucked into his meal.

“It’s for a good cause and Kozume was quick to say yes,” Akaashi added as he flashed a small smile towards the flushed streamer. Kenma still wasn’t used to hearing people praise him, no matter how often he was always featured in esports commentary and articles.

“I have three cat rescues myself, so it was a no brainer,” he mumbled, averting eye contact. He opted to push around the burnt pieces of meat with his chopsticks around his plate instead.

“Aw, you’re embarrassed that you got caught being openly excited for your next project!” Kuroo smirked and nudged his friend. It was all friendly-banter, and Kenma knew that Kuroo meant well and was extremely happy for him, but he flushed harder as Bokuto and Akaashi chimed in to cheer on their friend.

“I’m just being a nice person. Maybe you should try it some day,” Kenma shot back.

“What do you mean?” Kuroo scoffed. “I’m always a nice person.”

Akaashi and Kenma rolled their eyes at Kuroo while Bokuto let out a good-natured laugh at Kuroo’s response.

“Hey, wait! You know what you should do to make your 24-hour stream more spicy?” There was a mischievous glint in Bokuto’s eyes as he waited for his friends to respond.

“Bokuto-san, whatever you’re thinking probably isn’t a go--”

“Drunk 24-hour stream!”

“Oh, nice!” Kuroo snapped his fingers and grinned his infamous Cheshire Cat smirk. Akaashi sighed and Kenma grimaced.

"I’m not going to take ideas from two drunks. And we barely sat down to eat, how are you two this drunk already?” Kenma wrinkled his nose.

Kenma unlocked his phone and quickly scanned through his group chat. Yup. There it was: a barrage of texts from Kuroo asking Kenma if he had his booze ready followed by a spam of suggestive eye emojis by Bokuto. Kenma was quick to notice that Akaashi had purposely chosen to ignore the group texts and offered no help in diverting the suggestions.

Kenma snorted quietly at Bokuto's message as he locked his phone. He looked up at the monitor to his right and read some comments that were starting to flood in his stream chat. He gave his camera a small smile and leaned back in his chair, answering some questions that caught his attention and saying "hi" to others.

Kenma usually liked to start his stream off rather chill by interacting with his viewers. After playing his music playlist and adjusting the volume, he finally announced his agenda for the day after a few minutes.

"Today I'm partnering with Black Sheep for a charity stream. It's going to be a 24-hour stream and we're gonna spend most of the time playing some League. All donations I get will go towards helping an animal shelter which you guys know I'm all for." Kenma paused as his donation notification sounded and his text-to-speech setting began to read the donation to him and his viewers.

"meowriachi donated $25: 24-hour stream? too ezpz kodzuken"

Kenma laughed and ran a hand through his messy half-up styled hair.

"I was telling my friends about today's stream and Kuroo said the same thing. Maybe in our next collaboration we'll do a longer stream if you guys want that. We'll also be able to have more fun and do more things, too."

Kenma was smart and sneaky. He always was. Kuroo did always say he was the brains of the team back in high school when they played volleyball together. Kenma was good at analyzing situations, and because of this strength, Kenma knew when to use certain words and situations to create benefits for him and his career. This was no exception. The streamer knew Black Sheep would be moderating his stream, so now the company had slight pressure to partner with him again if there was an in demand from his fans. And this was Kodzuken we were talking about. There was no doubt Kenma knew there would already be a second sponsorship in the works.

Kenma smirked. Easy peasy stream indeed.

Kenma loved his job. He truly did. It wasn't every day someone could wake up every day and actually look forward to going to work, and for that, Kenma was thankful. He was thankful that he had the skillsets to do well in competitive gaming and that he had a knack of being able to pick up mechanics of new games so easily. He was thankful that he had a fanbase that enjoyed his commentary and sarcastic humor, and a fanbase that supported and helped him build his brand from ground up.

Kenma knew he owed one-third of his success to his fans and another one-third to his own hard work and passion. But Kenma also knew he owed the last one-third of his success to his friends.

Not once did Kenma regret making Akaashi his manager; Akaashi had gotten him way more sponsorships than Kenma himself could've if he was still balancing streaming, content creation, and managing his own projects.

Kenma was thankful for Kuroo for always challenging him to step outside his comfort zone. Even when Kenma was irritated and didn't want to hear Kuroo's words of advice and encouragement, Kenma was still grateful for it all.

And Bokuto. Kenma guesses he can be thankful for Bokuto for always hyping him up when he needed it the most. Especially when he was extremely hung over from a night out of (forced) drinking and had barely ten minutes to wake up and set up his stream on time.

Yes, Kenma was truly thankful for his friends. But right now, Kenma wanted to kill them. He wanted to kill Kuroo and Bokuto for coming over to his house uninvited even after he warned them not to and for raiding his stream in real life.

Right now, Kenma was seething. One, he was in the middle of a very important sponsorship deal. Two, he was in the middle of a ranked game in League of Legends and he didn't want to lose his winning streak. And three, his two goofball friends had showed up to his house with alcohol and announced out loud to his viewers that Kenma would now be participating in a drunk 24-hour stream.

Kenma doesn't remember the last time he got this mad. What's worse was that Kenma's fans were all for it. His stream chat was getting spammed with poggers emotes, and it was difficult for Kenma to admit that he had been getting more and more donations ever since Kuroo and Bokuto had shown up and the alcohol was brought out. And because of that, Kenma had begrudgingly surrendered and cracked open a White Claw.

Except he didn't stop only at one; not if Kuroo and Bokuto could help it. And at only about 5'8" with a smaller build, Kenma unfortunately fell victim to being a lightweight. And with Kuroo and Bokuto, kings of being instigators, were there to egg him on along with his stream chat, Kenma downed can after can.

Just a little something to take the edge off a work week, right?

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→ kenma’s twitch stream took me 30 minutes to piece together 😪

→ if you see the same comments on kenma’s twitch chat twice... no you didn’t 😀🔪

→ also peep the stream title change 👀

→ kenma’s the type to use scuffed candids of his friends as their contact photos, but it didn’t work out too well. he actually respects akaashi enough to use a decent photo, and bokuto never takes a bad photo. ever. i guess kuroo’s the only one he can easily clown.

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rosaetae · 5 years ago

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stay warm this winter— one

☇ “And do me a favor. Stay warm this winter. xx.”

part one / part two / part three

➣ pairing: reader x hoseok

➣ genre: exes2enemies2lovers!au, angst, CEO!hoseok

➣ word count: 12.6k

➣ summary: when a young ceo arrives in the area one winter day, everyone is falling in love with him and his charm. and quite ironically for you, you’ve already fell down that hole before.

It was two days ago when Yana has you take over her position as director of hospitality design of Ardor Interiors while she decides to finally take a break and spend time in the Bahamas with her boyfriend, Tristian. It was two days ago when she hands it over to you for a couple of weeks over the phone at 2 AM and the next morning, you're given all her tasks and schedule that she abandoned in a blink of an eye.

Knowing how Tristian and Yana works, you probably knew this was a spontaneous love trip sparked in the minds of their own in the middle of the night where Tristian, a well-known surgeon with a million dollar hand, and Yana, head of hospitality design with stunning taste could afford any last minute ticket to the last second. And seeing that you are thriving design director and Yana's best apprentice under her wing, it was easy for her to throw it upon you so last minute, especially when nothing remains your weakness— including working under pressure and being thrown under the bus.

You're relaying schedules, meeting and working with new restaurants being opened in the Spring and also working with couples who just moved into their homes requesting designs to portray their perfect living area.

It's only the third day without Yana and you're running on three cups of coffee, two cups of black tea, and 2 hours of sleep, but you remain calm and composed. Calm and composed.

"There's a new hot CEO in town," Nadine, your very good friend sat the front desk says. You came down to grab some paperwork she announced she had for you, taking them out of the manila folder to examine what it could be at the desk instead of taking the elevator and going into your office.

"Really, now?" You muse along, sorting through the paperwork and grabbing a highlighter from the mug along with her pen collection. "Hot, because he's rich and powerful? Because last time I checked you said Mr. Redmann was hot, but failed to mention he is three times your age."

The brunette peers up at you, mischievously smiling. "Trust me. This man is hot in both ways. Powerful and lick-worthy."

Hearing the unsettling traits she described of the man that she and you haven't met, you roll your eyes at her thirsty words, highlighting significant parts of the paperwork you were given. "Hey, don't roll your eyes like that," she chuckles. "I'm telling you this because he requested to meet with our hospitality designer."

"So... me," you finish as she nods, an amused smile on her face.

"You know, I'd never thought I'd say this, but I'll admit, I'm jealous of you."

Laughing at her, you still focus on finishing the last bit of highlighting. "Is he really that worth swooning over for? When's this meeting?"

In the corner of your eye, you see her look back at her computer, making some clicks here and there before she looks back at you. "Today," she answers. "At four."

Your neck nearly snaps as you look at her, a questionable look on your face as if you didn't want to believe that your meeting is as close to 4 o'clock that day. "Today?"

"He's the CEO of the hotel chain, The Novahaven. They started working on one of their newest hotels that they just started building a few months ago on 10th Street. He requested Yana for a meeting a couple of weeks ago. Guessing she didn't tell you?"

You let out a light scoff, knowing that Yana is probably relaxing her toes in sand as you're freezing in this winter weather and having to work as head of two branches of Ardor Interiors. "I guess not."

"Well, your schedule as ___ and Yana is all clear for the rest of the day after the meeting. Will you be a good friend and let me know how hot he is?"

Nadine's eyes glinted with playfulness as usual and particularly, you'd give her a disgusted out look, but there was this deep curiosity in your stomach that had you concerned about this meeting— but as you give her a silent single nod, you ignore that gut feeling and tell her to send you details of the meeting as you head to your office.

Yana was always the type to have meetings anywhere but Ardor Interior's building. She states that the building is never on her sides with certain proposals, and that going to where the client requests is a strategic method of hers to get way— easier and efficient, she says.

However, you call utter bullshit when you're stuck in traffic and it's already 3:58 PM and 10th street isn't for another couple of blocks down. Your method is that if a client wants to use your way, they'd make way for you— not the other way around.

Yelling and pounding on the wheel in frustration, you're annoyed when you park in front of a tall building where The Novahaven is in broad, immense letters. You're grabbing your blueprints, your tablet, and paperwork from the back, struggling to lock your car as you're carrying too many things for one trip to the 14th floor of the building.

With winter here and the hues of the sun setting, it made you feel like you were in a hurry— which you were when you check your phone flashing in a white font, 4:06 PM and you're not even in the lobby yet. The back of your heels were clicking with each fast-paced step you took and you simply throw dispersed excuse me's and sorry's in the air without looking at the the person you've ran into on accident.

You finally find the elevator, stuffing yourself in the corner as it piled up with people as each floor passed. When it finally reaches the 14th floor, you squeeze your way out of the crowd, protecting your blueprints from being crumpled or folded in any way. And as you eventually get out of the elevator, you feel contact with your back to a body, making you fumble forward in fear that you pushed them down.

Turning around, you look over at the person you just bumped into, almost relieved that they weren't at all pushed down.

"I'm so sorry," you immediately apologize. "I'm already late to the meeting and I get really—"

"It's alright," he laughs, a smile forming on his face as he looks down at you. His smile is pretty and contagious, because you're smiling back up at him, forgetting that you shouldn't be distracted— however, there's this look in his eyes as if he's trying to remember you from somewhere, though you have never met anyone who looked like him. "You must be the hospitality designer. Yana, correct?"

You let out a laugh, a dorky one— as if you're in high school and the cute jock remembers your name. "Yes, and no," you shove some of your blueprints under your arm, freeing a hand to offer for him to shake. "I'm actually taking over for Yana as she's tending to an emergency, but I'm ___, head of interior design at Ardor Interiors."

And he makes some sort of face of realization as if he recognized your name, but you notice he shakes it off, smiling that once again pretty smile. "Well, ___, I'm Mr. Jung Haein, CEO of The Novahaven."

Your eyes nearly bulge out of your sockets when you realized you bumped into the CEO of the hotel chain— and you're about 10 minutes late. "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Jung," you nervously laugh, biting on your tongue as he shakes your hand firmly.

"Don't be worried. You were probably stuck in traffic?" He asks considerately as he begins to walk, you following his lead smoothly.

"Yes," you breathe out. "I apologize for being so late."

"No harm done," he decrees, opening the glass door of his office for you as you walked in. "Is it overwhelming to be taking over two positions for the time being?"

You let out a light chuckle, taking a seat in front of his desk, placing your blueprints in the chair next to you. "I think I'm handling it."

He lets out a friendly laugh, sitting in the chair in front of the desk, his amiable eyes meeting yours. In this certain lighting, you can see now that he looks like someone very familiar, but you couldn't bring yourself to guess it at the moment in which he was speaking to you, discussing his reasons as to why he requested a hospitality designer.

He explains to you the major fundamentals and his expectations through a contract, in which you hand him over your tablet where Ardor Interiors's e-contract lies. As he had expectations, so did you.

"The new hotel being built on 10th street is called Luminous," he explains, nearly wrapping up the agreement as he signs the e-contract with a flick of his finger. "It's one of our finer hotels. We have a set budget and set deadline, and I know Ardor Interiors is a pretty notable interior design company for being on-budget and on-time."

You raise your eyebrows at his form of flattery, taking back the tablet from him. "You do your research."

"Well, actually," he laughs. "I didn't, but the co-CEO did."

"Co-CEO?" Your ears perk at the sound of that, trailing back to him introducing himself originally as a CEO.

"For the moment being. I'm in the middle of stepping down from my position," he responds easily, resting back in his seat as he crosses his hands in his lap.

"Why's that?"

"It'll be in better hands," he simply says. "I'll still be working with the company, but at home, so I could focus more on my wife and children." Jung Haein says it with a smile on his face, as if he was almost retiring, but he was just as happy as a clam to be able to balance his family and his work— you've respected that.

And it's with that, the meeting with one of the CEO's ends, him being a gentleman offering to escort you down, but you reassure him that it's alright and you don't need an escort to use the elevator to which he responds with, "fair enough", and allows you to leave his office alone.

You're walking towards the elevator, already making mental notes to yourself about calling in tomorrow for another meeting when you mindlessly bump into someone once again, catching the stuff that were in your hands before you lost your grip on them, simultaneously letting out spilled apologies before you actually come into eye contact with the person you just hit.

Then, in that spur of the moment, you freeze because you couldn't believe that in front of you is a stranger that once took your breath away.

He’s probably just as shocked as you are, eyes focusing on you, words not being able to leave his mouth.

"Hoseok," you breathe out, stumbling backwards a step. Gaining your composure, you take a step forward towards him. "Hi—"

"Don't come anywhere near me," he sneers, retracting every fiber of his body from you as if he put his hand on an aflame stove and you just so happened to be that stove. His reaction takes you aback, only for you to freeze once again.

"I—"

"What are you even doing here?" He hisses, like venom straight in your face.

It takes you a second before you finally swallow down that lump in your throat and straighten yourself. "I had a meeting with Jung Haein—" And just like that it hits you. "Your brother. You run this company, too, huh?"

"A meeting for what?" He dismisses your realization as you realize his eyes are nowhere near yours.

"I'm—"

He puts his hand up, not wanting another word come out of your mouth. "It doesn't matter. Get out now, before I call security," he immediately spits, his eyes not even being able to look at you.

"What?" You gape at him incredulously.

Apparently, that wasn't an answer he expected nor liked because then, he looks at you with these sharp demeaning eyes that you were completely foreign to. "I help run this hotel company and I could care less as to the reason why you are here in the first place, but I do care as to why you are still standing in front of me, so I suggest you disappear before I actually get you thrown out."

Word gets around fast. Like wildfire.

At least you assumed it did spread that fast because Nadine is sitting at your desk, booty on the table, with awaited answers, her eyelashes batting with much flattery in hopes to make you spill out some words that she can string together as some sort of answer.

Stepping into your office with a bag over your shoulder, your tablet in one hand, and a cup of coffee in the other, you arch an eyebrow at her, pausing at her usual position on your desk that she pulls when she wants something. "What now?"

A smirk is on her face, taking a sip of her coffee from her tumbler and her eyes following your form as you trail over to your desk chair. "You dated Mr. Dick-Me-Down?" She wastes no time in asking after gulping down her coffee.

"And who the hell is Mr. Dick-Me-Down?"

She smiles down at her tumbler. "One of the CEOs of The Novahaven. Unless you did both, which is also a theory—"

"What?" You ask, appalled. "Told by who?"

"Told by a little bird," she muses, crossing her legs as you remove your jacket and hang it on your chair.

Offering her a little smile, you shake your head. "Well, tell that little bird that I didn't date anyone, especially the CEOs of the company I'm working with for that matter."

"You're doing that," Nadine narrows her eyes and points her finger at you. "You're giving me that smile where you are not telling the whole truth." You let out a light-hearted scoff at her before she lets out a gasp. "You have dated one of them! Come on, I won't say anything!"

"Nadine," you give her a look. "You're the root of every office gossip in this building. I'm not telling you anything."

"Cross my heart, I won't say anything if you tell me what happened between you and Mr. Dick-Me-Down," she promises, but you cock your head to the side. "Please! At least, tell me who they are."

You give out a sigh. "The Novahaven is run by two brothers, Jung Haein and Jung Hoseok. However, I was told that Jung Haein is stepping down and giving the company to Hoseok."

She leans in closer, a devious smile painting her lips. "Which one of them did you date?"

Your eyes narrow at her, but seeing how curious she is, you give out one more sigh as you finally give in. "Hoseok."

Nadine opens her mouth to squeal, but you shake your head at her, giving her a look that represented you say one word of any of this, you're dead. She bites her lip back, interchanging her crossed legs to the other, giving you this excited look. "You dated him? What happened?"

You give her a shrug, taking the papers you stacked at the corner of your desk. "I left him."

"You left him?" She repeats.

"We were together once and we're not together anymore," you flatly state. "What happened is none of your business."

Nadine hums, nodding as she finally hops off your desk. "You didn't cheat though, did you?"

You give her glance at her curious and hopeful eyes, but you manage to stay silent.

"___," Nadine begin. "Please don't tell me you cheated."

"I didn't cheat," you sharply state. "Hoseok and I— we were together for awhile and then we weren't. I left and he let me. And when we weren't together, yeah, I slept with someone else and he just so happened to find out that next morning, but did I cheat? No, I would never. Did I leave him without any word? Yes. And if you asked me if I regretted it, I don't."

Stressed isn't a word you'd begin with. Maybe overwhelmed— and maybe karma is kicking your ass, but either one, it gave you a reason to go to Kona Roasters, the café at the edge of the city, just overlooking the ocean. Your mother used to take you there as a child before the accident happened, and there was no other like that café.

A coffee with coconut milk and toffee syrup is always your order, and you're nearly falling asleep on the edge of the bar, letting the sound of relaxing blues music relax your present self.

"Has it gotten tiring yet holding two positions?" Beau asks, wiping some freshly washed dishes with a rag. He knew you since you were a tot and he knew every challenge you've faced as Kona Roasters had always been your outlook.

You sit up on the bar, eyes opening to look at the busy Beau. "You have no idea."

"How's ya mom?" He ponders, organizing his freshly dried dishes on the side.

"Alright," you breathe out. Beau was always concerned about your mother, as she was his favorite customer. "I haven't racked up the nerves to call her— or visit her."

"Maybe a refill to cheer ya up?" Beau offers instead of questioning you— which you preferred— and you give him a small grateful smile, his little offer he always make to refill your cup is the greatest and most needed thing in the world. He gives a nod, taking your mug gladly as you plop your head back down, trying to construct the absolute idea as to how you're going to deal with anything knowing that you're working with Jung Hoseok's company.

The same Jung Hoseok you fell in love with.

And it's almost weird because it is nearly yesterday that you remember his warm dark eyes just staring into yours, his comforting words that were always the right ones to say, and even his awkward demeanor that he throws on when he's in odd situations and now, he is anything but those memories.

He is livid with a grudge that is understandable, but the first time he sees you in three whole years and not even a welcoming greeting, but daggers through eyes and a spit to the face. He is anything but the warm dark eyes and the comforting words, and he sure as hell does not hold any sort of an awkwardness, even in that considerably odd situation of seeing your ex.

You could laugh about it, and call Yana, begging her to come back from her 6th honeymoon vacay with her husband, who is not her husband. Maybe if you tell her you're in the hospital, that would convince her— you might as well be in the hospital just by the hateful and death-threatening look that Hosoek gave you.

There is someone who sits next to you, and at first you ignore it, letting yourself drown in your thoughts, but you hear the sound of your mug being placed down in front of you, having you finally sit up to grab your mug handle.

Just as you're looking down at the familiar brown color, it doesn't take you long before you realize that Hoseok is sitting next to you. He's not looking at you either, but he didn't need to and neither did you.

"We don't have to like each other," you simply say into your mug. "But I am the one helping design Luminous, so whatever grudge you have against me, just drop it. It'll make work a lot more easier for us."

He doesn't react, but from the corner of your eye, you notice his jaw clench, causing you to sip at your coffee. "I came here to apologize for threatening to call security on our hospitality designer."

Turning your head to look at him, you tilt your head. "How'd you think of finding me here, Hoseok?"

He hesitates. Not because he didn't know how. He knew exactly how, but it wasn't necessarily something he wants to uncover. "You're always here. They make your coffee like no other."

Hearing that, you nod, refraining a smile on your face because you tell yourself that it isn't a shred of hope you're looking for. "How long have you been here?"

"Not long," he answers, before he sucks in a sharp breath, hopping off the stool and straightening his tie. "I just came to apologize for throwing out my hospitality designer, I never said I was sorry for throwing you out."

When going back to The Novahaven you forget that you're not working with Mr. Jung Haein, you're working with Mr. Jung Hoseok, who just so happens to not be in his office that morning when you arrived with your laptop and pre-set design in mind and created. Instead, you're greeted by a lanky man, who goes by Allen, Jung Hoseok's personal assistant.

At first, you don't mind the P.A. giving out Hoseok's side of his interpreted design and his expectations the first time, but after a few meetings of meeting with Allen instead of the actual person who you're assigned to work with after asking Ardor Interiors's hospitality designer, you realize that he hasn't changed the slightest—

Avoidance was how he was responding to the fact that he has to work with you until Luminance gets finalized in order for you to be out of his hair. With that, you even ask Allen directly if his boss was trying to avoid you every time you schedule with him, but like a good personal assistant, he shook his head, acting as if clueless to such context. Albeit you knew that he was not going to finish this project easily by simply avoiding you and using Allen as a supposed outlet for him to get work done, so you had to do something.

To test this theory, you spent an hour one night making a counterfeit design for one of the hotel rooms he— more like Allen— asked for, to which you sent to him, hoping that he would distaste it so much that he would actually make time to directly talk to you.

"He says he particularly doesn't like the design," his personal assistant says, slapping a folder in front of you as you sat in Hoseok's office. Allen is perceivably blunt and he cares little about the fact that you'd rather talk to his boss than him, and you notice that he cares more about his job. So if he's being used as an avoiding tactic, he will let himself be used.

"He put sticky-notes onto what he wants changed," he flips open the folder for you, pointing at a blue sticky-note. "The blue means he wants the lighting and the furniture changed—"

Rolling your eyes at the absurdity of hearing Hoseok's voice be spoken through someone else, you hastily grab your printed 2D fraudulent model in a folder and walked out of the office with determination masked with annoyance.

"Where're you going?" Allen protrudes, stumbling after you marching outside to make a turn towards the board room where a meeting is being held and Hoseok is demonstrating something through a slideshow. "Wait, you can't go in there! Ms. ___, he's having a meeting—!"

Ignoring Allen's warnings, you push against the door, not minding the pairs of eyes that all turn away from Hoseok towards you once you step in. You're walking over to a baffled Hoseok, eyes deadly before you step in front of him, slapping the folder on the folder and crossing your arms over your chest.

"Are you going to keep using your assistant as the middle man or are you actually going to discuss with me about the changes you want?"

Your question must have went from one of his ear to another because he simply blinks at you, as if you're a fish in water trying to talk to him. However, you wait. Not budging a single muscle until he responds with a genuine answer.

He doesn't but you don't miss the way his jaw clenches as you silently challenge him.

One of the people sat at the table coughs, but you don't leave your eyes from his with stubbornness. "Who may you be?"

You raise an eyebrow at Hoseok before you turn your head to the group who were staring in confusion as to the current situation in motion. "I'm ___, the hospitality designer for Luminous. I'm sure Mr. Jung was discussing his plans about it with you."

"You work with Ardor Interiors, don't you?" One of them in a navy suit asks as you nod in reply. As you respond, he gives a knowing nod to the person who sat in front of them, only for that person to look at you with an expectant look.

"Well, what do you have?"

Your eyebrows raise at the sound of that, the opposite of how Hoseok reacted to such question. "I don't think—"

"Let her speak," a man with bulky glasses hushes Hoseok, his hand held up to silence him. It surprises you, but you give Hoseok an amused smile as he take note of his jaw clenching before he had no choice but to step aside.

You take hold of the laptop he was presenting with while taking out the USB of your model creations from the back of your pocket and plugging it into the port where they appear onto the big screen in front of them.

And the model that you were presenting was your original plan for Luminous, so taking a glimpse of Hoseok's hard reaction, you knew that he was slightly surprised to see a foreign model on the screen.

You're explaining the model and your intentions, incorporating Mr. Jung Hoseok's desire for contemporary look with a hint of European style. You opt for a warm-toned color with proper silhouettes and as opulence is also a factor, as Luminous is the name, you attempt to distinguish it by the luxurious, yet minimal decors placed in certain areas. You're demonstrating what it could look like on the screen as you wrap up the basis of what you design.

Several spread claps are in the air as you finish, surprising you as you give them a small smile, taking your USB from the computer and shoving it back into your back pocket.

"We can work with that," one of them vocally says and you nod pleasingly, looking over at Hoseok who's nearly staring you down.

"Meeting adjourned," the man with bulky glasses decrees, gathering his paperwork and standing up from his seat before all the others. He gives a nod to Hoseok, who nods back at him as everyone packs to leave the board room.

"___," Hoseok calls for your name was you grab the folder you previously slammed on the hard black wood table. "A word in my office, please."

He doesn't spare another glance at you as he takes elongated steps out of the room into his office, passing by a quivering Allen who was shooting you cold glares for not doing his job to busy you enough to keep you away from Hoseok. Allen scurries on after both of you after ordering at a certain intern to grab a cappuccino.

As you step into Hoseok's office, you watch as he makes a few paced steps before he leans against his own desk, his hands shoved in his pockets as he looks up at you with slight irritation. And it somehow grows when Allen steps in.

"Leave us be," Hoseok says, Allen rapidly nodding before he flees out of the room, closing the door behind him.

"You don't have to scare him like that," you point out, looking at the man who was watching you intently with sharp eyes. "You make him sweat by just staring at him. He cares about his job, he's not going to jeopardize it."

"How do you maintain order if you're not feared upon?"

He was implying Machiavelli— it is better to be feared than loved. You remember him reading The Prince one day, portraying a deep analysis on the interpretation to be a better leader while you were cramming for a test.

You raise an eyebrow at him. "You don't need to scare your way into getting things done."

He lets out a half-hearted scoff, elicited by the fact that you're still talking back to him. Maybe it was because you didn't quake under his gaze, nor did you fear breathing the same air as him as much as the next person in the building— besides Haein. "That little stunt you pulled earlier was unprofessional."

"More unprofessional than your avoiding tactics?" You arch an eyebrow at him, challengingly. It gets under his skin, but he doesn't show it. He's watching you, silent and expressionless. "You hired me, then you work with me. Simple as that, Hoseok. If you're going to assign meetings with me where I'm only working with your assistant— all because you can't work with me professionally, then go find a different designer that will deal with your bullshit."

Maybe you went a little too far, but either way, you leave it at that, turning around and walking away, knowing that there's no point in sitting around and listening to Allen demand for changes that Hoseok wants, all because he's still remains cold as ice from the last time you saw him.

"You're back!" Nadine hops off your desk, peering over at the long-time-no-see person standing at your office door. Nadine, the seemingly affectionate one, crashes into Yana, who lowly laughs at her excitement in seeing her again after a weeks time off.

You stand up from your seat, walking over to Yana as if she was your breathing guardian angel in sight, bringing her into an embrace where you dwell in the smell of her peonies scent. "Thank gods you're back," you sigh into her hair. "I've missed you."

Missed is an understatement of the century. Maybe working two positions wasn't a good idea— especially when one of the projects include working with lousy-ass Jung Hoseok. But with complaints aside, you were just relieved that she was back and ready to jump back in.

"That's a first," she chuckles as she pulls away, giving you a questioning look. "Alright. What happened when I was gone?"

Nadine, standing in her element right next to you, smirks. "A certain blast from the past showed up."

The sound of that made Yana raise her eyebrows in slight bafflement, you rolling your eyes at the news that you wish weren't true. "No," she breathes out. She knew exactly who this person was since you haven't had much blasts-from-the-pasts before or after Hoseok (except for one, but he's irrelevant to you) and she didn't need to voice out his forbidden name.

Nodding your head, you purse your lips together. "Yes, which is why I am glad you're back because he is The Novahaven's co-CEO and—"

"Oh, oh— you're working with him?" Yana inquires, her eyes widening as you nod. "For the Luminous hotel project?"

"Which is, technically, your project," you smile. "Yana, he hates my guts. He won't even communicate with me directly— he uses his personal assistant as the monkey in the middle and I refuse to work with someone who can't even stand to act professionally all because of a grudge." Yana listens intently, her thick eyebrows furrowed in a way where she's genuinely listening. "Which is why I sent you the models I created and left some blueprints in your office— so just take everything and just take my place—"

That look of being a genuine listener disappears as she's shaking her head. "Hey! Woah, slow down."

"Yana, please." You were begging— no, you were entreating.

She gives you an encouraging smile, patting your arm. "I'll see what I can do, alright?"

Hoseok hasn't been inside Ardor Interiors's building before, but he is not disappointed. For a company to be on-budget and on-time with a unique sense of taste, the inside of their building truly embodies it.

It's been brought to Hoseok's attention that he had a last minute meeting scheduled with Yana Mal, the same Yana Mal who worked for Bellamy's Interiors and helped designed Sierra Suites before she became director of hospitality design at Ardor Interiors. He met her through Haein's work, briefly, but he knew she had a kind soul. Admittedly, he was pleasant to be meeting with an old acquaintance of his, only to find out that that there was a reason as to why she called in to schedule an 'urgent' meeting.

"Yana Mal, it is great to see you," he says, sitting down professionally in the seat in front of her desk. "I notice that Ardor Interiors is treating you well."

"If you're referring to the amount of time I took off for vacation, then, yes," she nods, a smile playing her lips.

Hoseok chuckles. "I assume you called me here to talk about working out a transition?"

Then he notices her eyebrows scrunch together. "Transition?"

"From ___ to you? We did hire you for the job to design Luminous," he explains, his eyebrows knitting together as well. "Is that not what you called me in here for?"

There's this small smile that Yana wears before it fades away. It's usually meant to ease onto a disappointment that she would shoot out— her secret weapon into breaking bad news. "It is good to see you again, Mr. Jung," she nods. "But just because I asked you to be here doesn't mean I'm going to be making any transitions to work with you. I had one of this company's best design director take over my job as I was gone and it is brought to my attention that you won't even spare her the time of day."

He's opening his mouth to interject, but Yana avoids it, quickly shaking her head.

"If you want one of your many prestige hotels to thrive, I suggest you work with our designer in a mutual understanding on this project as we do share similar taste in design— wouldn't you think?" There's a serious, yet sarcastic smile playing her lips, making Hoseok sit sternly in his seat, but he doesn't budge. "I asked you here not to make a transition but rather to meet a consensus in which you work with who I say you work. And I expect you to abide by ___ standards properly, as I expect her to do the same to you. Do I make myself clear, Mr. Jung?"

There is no hesitation with Hoseok when it comes to Yana. "Crystal."

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

You ask one, simple favor to someone you trust and all of sudden she's backfiring it, making you do the dirty work that, in theory, was originally her's; alas, here you are at The Novahaven's head quarters with a taller chin and rolled back shoulders in an act of professionalism, yet disappointed you had to go back again.

"You started it, you finish it" was what your dear friend in which you took over her position and projects for nearly a month tells you when you ask her for one measly favor to just take over your place— that should've been her's in the first place! The mistreatment of such situation appalls you and it is the only thing you’re thinking about as you’re entering the building.

When you're in foot of Jung Hoseok's office, you don't expect a lot of work or productivity to be attained from this very meeting, but that wasn't going to stop you from setting up necessary rules for both of you to meet.

Setting up two-hour long meetings at the beginning of the week with Jung Hoseok, meeting with the architects that he also hired for the project at least twice a week, not involving Allen into this project other than to bring coffee because it is purely business between you and him, and finally, having to talk to each other directly, regardless of any situation at hand.

"Hand me your phone," you order him, palm up as a gesture.

Hoseok raises an eyebrow at you, his eyes flickering from your hand to your eyes multiple times. "Why?"

"Because you're stubborn," you respond. "And you won't even answer your office phone so I might as well give you my number to have on your cell-phone."

He lets out a scoff, shaking his head. Your hand drops to your side, your eyebrows furrowing. "No need," he states, tending to his paperwork Allen gave him mid-meeting.

"Hoseok, we agreed on proper communication. If you think this is a way for me to—"

"Just because—" he interrupts you, his eyes shooting at yours once again, you realizing that you've punctured a nerve. "—you deleted my number doesn't mean I deleted yours."

Admittedly, that catches you off guard, presented by your lack of words that didn't string out of your tongue easily. It wasn't that you deleted his number in an act of pettiness, but an act of trying to remind yourself to not go back to him— to fight every muscle in you to not text him or leave a message and to talk yourself out of thinking that maybe he'd call one night or one day or one someday. You deleted it for yourself.

He glances at you and your taken aback expression, gathering the paperwork in his hands as stays unfazed from his statement. Letting out a sharp breath, he tilts his chin at you. "Is this meeting over or did you want to stick around for Allen to get you another cup of coffee?"

Immature as you are at that moment, you give him a mocking face, sticking your tongue out before you grab your things, walking out of the building and having this glad feeling knowing that you didn't have to see him— least not for the next three days.

And oddly enough, later that night, you get a text message out of nowhere as you just arrive home from finishing another project.

+99 ********: This is Hoseok. I didn't answer your calls because I'm unavailable between 11am-2pm. I have meetings during that time.

You roll your eyes at him, realizing how simple it would be if he had just told you that in person before you freaked and he baffle you with a statement that implied that he kept your number all along.

You: you still could've gotten back to me

idiot: Consider this me getting back to you.

Maybe setting the rules between you two was a good idea than most.

He doesn't fight with you often anymore— he avoids eye contact, but he still manages to talk to you. And sometimes, you'll crack some sly remarks here and there— nothing too distracting from the job, but to make light of his grouchy demeanor that seems to not only scare his peers, but the cloudy sky of winter outside is evidently brighter than his personality.

"Green walls?" You repeat his choice of color for the lobby's walls at one meeting. For a contemporary feel, green walls was not a general color for most—especially at a hotel.

He gives you a settling look before he shakes his head. "You're right, that'll be terrible."

"No, no, no," you intrude, not wanting to steer him away from his decisions because that's never your intention for other clients. "Green is great... if your intention is to have a lobby meant for ogres like Shrek."

Now, you were holding in a laugh, making him narrow his eyes down at you for making light of the conversation, but as you bite down on your lip to refrain from bursting, you could tell there was at least a ghost of his smile— it was there, but it was gone.

"Here," you say, pursing your lips at him. "These are contemporary examples. I suggest porcelain tiles like these— particularly ivory or light grey, but it is completely up to you."

He nods, looking down at the pictures of examples you brought in for visual guiding. His eyebrows are knitted and he was in complete focus, flipping through the pages, not one seemingly making his eyes light up.

"And if you want," you begin to suggest. "If you really want green walls, we can do porcelain tile walls and a live botanical wall, so these couches and these lights will match along with it."

You pull out your tablet, pulling up a picture of a botanical wall that Yana once implemented in one of the hotels in New York, but you hoped to bring in a sense of inspiration to Hoseok's mind by presenting it to him. And it must have done the exact thing when you meet his eyes and they're lit— exactly the way you hoped to be by hearing one of your suggestions shot out in the open.

"Okay," he agrees. "Good idea."

"Good idea?" You say smugly, writing down the ideas in your notebook in front of you.

And in your peripherals, you notice he gives you a single nod. "Good idea."

That next week, instead of you driving there again, he decided to schedule a meeting with you. At first, it obviously takes you by surprise— every little thing he says or do always does, but you agree to it on the phone, a ghost of a smile on your lips when you think that maybe this could be a sign of a truce you both needed.

When he comes into the building, Nadine calls you. At first, you didn't recognize her voice because it sounded lighter and serious. She tells you that a certain someone is here to meet you and you knew that certain someone is the one and only breathing Mr. Dick-Me-Down in her eyes.

"Do you want me to show him your office?" She asks and before you could even answer, she hastily answers for you. "Right away, ___." And an elongated beep is followed.

You roll your eyes as you hang up, detaching your phone from your ear as you know that this is Nadine's way of interacting with rather attractive patients. You fix your rather messy desk for a more professional presentation to a particular young CEO who just so happens to have a messy past with you. It was then you hear your door being opened, your eyes peering up to meet a scurrying Nadine who closes the door, not a person after her.

"You're going to tell me that that man outside your office— he is Mr. Dick-Me-Down?" She whisper-yells, pointing out the door. Your eyebrows knit together as your own co-worker is seemingly growing weak in the knees for someone who isn't all that. "And you're going to tell me that you left him? That piece of hunk? He really is hotter in person."

"Nadine," you interrupt her current fan-girling. "Mr. Jung probably doesn't want to be called that nickname and I, for one, know that I do not want to hear it. Can you treat him like every other client and just send him in?"

She clicks her tongue at you, turning around to open the door where she let Hoseok wait outside just to have a moment to release her swoon over a CEO that you couldn't even manage to look at without thinking that he actually would like to murder you.

He walks in, a dark gray suit fitted on him nicely and a black tie to top it off. You don't look up at him as your eyes focus on your tablet to pull out his finalized model for his hotel rooms, suites, and lobby.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Jung," you greet him, sparing a glance at him momentarily. He didn't notice it as his eyes are focused somewhere else, wandering around your office that was probably messy in his eyes compared to his neat and orderly office. "Did you want something to drink?"

"I'm alright," he answers, finally taking a seat in front of you where you give him a friendly smile.

"I won't waste time," you nod, taking your tablet and pushing it towards him on the table. "These are my finished models. I don't know if Sungi told you, but the measurements for the lobby is going to run a bit shorter than expected, but it was a minor change and that is what I settled with."

His eyebrows furrow in concentration, scrolling through your models, zooming in and zooming out of certain areas. Truthfully, it makes you anxious as to what he had to say or critique. You've never really finished a project in the lenses of a hospitality designer, but this one you could almost say you were confident in. Almost because Hoseok has the power to completely shatter it.

And as you expectantly sit there, hands growing clammy from clenching your own hands together too tightly, you see an approving nod. You had to blink twice to make sure you were seeing that correctly, but he was nodding.

"I like them," he tells you, handing the tablet back over onto the table.

Your ears couldn't fathom his words. "You do?"

Hoseok folds his hands in his lap, both of his elbows resting on the arm of the chairs before he gives you a single and affirming nod. "I trusted you with my hotel and you didn't disappoint."

You let out a light-hearted scoff, a playful curl of your lips being displayed. "Technically, your brother entrusted me with the hotel."

And oddly, you heard Hoseok let out a chuckle. "Right. And you managed to follow through," he says as it makes you stare at him. "And you didn't disappoint."

"I'm sorry, but are you sure this is Jung Hoseok?" You joke. "Because he usually isn't satisfied with my final products, and he usually will want to change everything to the point where I have to start from scratch."

He scoffs. "It's my hotel, isn't it? You don't go and get a tattoo of what the tattoo artist wants, right?"

"Touché," you acknowledge, laughing at his defense. "But I will say, you're welcome. It is my job to make my clients satisfied, even if that means re-creating everything from the start and staying up at 3 AM to finish it in time."

"You've always been a hard-worker."

"And you've always been so nit-picky with details," you shoot back. "But, I guess, that's apart of what makes you successful."

When he doesn't throw a shady or even light-hearted riposte at you, you take it upon yourself to glance at him, only for him to stare at you questioningly.

"Why do you act like that?" He inquires, sitting straight in his seat.

"Act like what?" You muse. "Nice? Considerate? Maybe, even friendly—?"

"Like nothing happened."

Blinking at him with astonishment from his sudden question, you clear your throat, leaning back into your own chair. It's obvious that the light-heartedness grown from the past days has vanished into thin air. "I don't."

"You act like you didn't leave me," he states. He could have said it in a more colder and harsher tone, but you can tell he is holding it back. The expression on your face prior falls, a frown taking place. "As if you didn't choose to leave."

"I didn't leave you." Words came out quiet, but they were loud in every form. "I left because I had to. And if we're going to bring this up, then let me include the fact that you let me—"

"As if I had asked you to stay, you would?"

"It wouldn't have hurt to try now, wouldn't it?" You snap. "But, you're right! Even if you had begged, I wouldn't have stayed because I wasn't about to hold you back from what you wanted to do the most— and look where it led us."

He stares at you, hard gaze and all.

"You're successful. You're running the company that was given to your brother, that is now given to you, and you, out of everyone, earned it! If I had stayed or if you had left with me, where would that have led you, Hoseok? You're where you are now because I wasn't in your life to hold you back."

And you mean that, with every bone in your body, you mean that. He's where he wants to be— how much different would it have been if you stayed or if he even came with you. But he doesn't see it— and he probably won't.

Hoseok stands up, letting out a scoff as he walks to towards the door.

"Hoseok—"

"Don't act like you left for the sake of me," he fumes. "You left for the sake of yourself. You were tired— tired of your life and tired of being with me, which is why you left. We all know that, so don't you dare turn this around and say it's some heroic tactic or a lover's intention for me to get where I am now because you know damn well that I could've gotten where I am now with or without you."

"Hoseok—!"

"I went out to find you and to apologize and I was about to move to the other side of the country just to be with you," he breathes out exasperatingly. "But you were so quick to give up."

And there was that familiar sound of the door being opened and slammed. You wonder how a different door, at a different place in time, in a slightly different scenario could slam exactly as the same door that was slammed at your new place, after he had found you in bed with someone else. It shook your office exactly the same way it shook your old place. Same force, same pull, same anger.

You close your eyes, letting your fingers massage your temples as you try to tell yourself to breathe. It was rather difficult, because as your eyes are closed you are transcended back to the time where you're in a t-shirt that is not yours nor Hoseok's and you're grabbing onto him, trying to find some sort of grip to keep him steady, to make him stay— but like sand, it was impossible. He left and you cried, and you didn't go after him.

"___?" Yana's voice is heard after a few knocks on your door. You don't say anything, but she opens it anyways.

"Was that Hoseok who just stormed off?"

You inhale sharply before you open your eyes again, allowing yourself to peer up at Yana's empathetic eyes, her form approaching you slowly. "Yeah," you swallow, taking a quick breath. "Three years, and we never got closure."

"Why don't you just tell him why you left? The real reason?" She asks, raising her eyebrow at you, hands on her hips as if she was giving you some sort of lecture.

You shook your head, your eyes focusing on your orchid plant on your desk. "It's too late for that."

Yana lets out a string of tsks. "___," she begins. "If you tell him the real reason why you left, he can't get mad at you."

"He'll get mad that I didn't tell him in the first place. He'll be angry with me, regardless."

"Maybe. But then at least, he'll understand."

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irkimatsu · 4 years ago

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Don't know if you're still into yanaichi, but have you read that new fanfic of them on Archive???

I am absolutely still into YanaIchi! Yes, the fire may have burned out a little due to a lack of new content and because Magi Lunatic Icchi has been holding her wand against my throat for the past month, but I still love Ichi and his high school friend and wish them the most happiness. (And a cameo from Yanagida in S3. Please let them see each other again and not completely hate each other)

Anyway! I do believe I’ve read most of what’s in the category - I check it every few days because I am still forever starving. Which fic did you mean? I have good stuff to say about the newest three! (Haven’t read any of the chaptered fics with a bunch of tags yet. I should, though.)

[B SIDE] brumal by mercurialHekate - The characterization here is fantastic! I love the conversations between Ichi and Totty in the present day, and the contrast (and also similarities) between Ichi’s younger self and present self. I really felt that Yana cared about him even if he did feel distant from the group as a whole. But oh, that ending... so sudden, and yet so unexpected... I do like a bit of bittersweetness with my YanaIchi. Is it so bad to ship something where the characters never get together half the time and one simply pines mercilessly?

Their Own Reunion by magneton - More good characterization, and proof of the interest in “two characters talking” fics are capable of having. I really liked Yanagida’s characterization here - even if he did poorly by Ichi in high school, in the end, he was just a stupid kid, they both were... and then there’s that ambiguous ending that honestly may not result in anything. We just can’t let these two have things.

I've Seen Your Face Before by JulesDontDraw (xoruik) - THIS ONE. This one I have read so many times, and I’ve made sure Jules knows that I love it. Ichi’s inner world is a fascinating, explicit place, and oh, it breaks my heart... Ichi please let yourself be happy for once...

YanaIchi is good and I want more canon food damn it

#irk blubbers about nothing #irk got asked a thing #irk talks to strangers #yanaichi #here have some fic recs!

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zigtheeortega · 5 years ago

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creature of habit

✿ pairing: mal x mc

✿ word count: 1725

✿ warnings: mentions of sex, innuendos

✿ tag list: @choicesarehard ; @empressazura ; @senatorraines ; @nikolaistirling ; @hudush ; @solarbridge ; @diamondsless ; @raleighcarrera ; @messofakind ; @brightpinkpeppercorn

✿ author’s note: happy birthday ellie! sorry you have to deal with the plague on your birthday, but i hope this fic inspired by one of your headcanons (for another character, but fits mal as wel) is enough to put a smile on your face! so lucky to have you in my life! [also please be kind it’s been like over a month since i posted a fic and i’m v nervous]

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Physicality had become their unspoken language. When Mal’s eyes darkened, the corner of his mouth quirked into what was undeniably her favorite expression, she anticipated the rush of coming undone.

One touch – a firm grip of her hip, a light brush of his fingertips across her arm, a sloppy, unconfined kiss – was enough to send a buzz of adrenaline through her veins.

His breathy voice in her ear guiding her to her sweet release, violet–flushed skin slicked with sweat – he was her paradise, and in the confines of his arms, boxed around her arched form, they existed in an in between space.

And in that in between space, nothing before and after mattered, just the crescendo of pleasure they were relentlessly pursuing.

And when he made her beg, she begged. When he demanded she call out his name, the singular syllable fell from her lips over and over like a promise – a promise to the Gods themselves that she was the only being in his lifetime who would sigh his name like that.

When they came down, Mal stroked her back with calloused hands until her breathing evened out, everything before forgotten. The only thoughts on their mind were ones of appreciation, of love, of each other.

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“You know you can’t just do that anymore,” she rolled her eyes, after he returned from placing the necklace back in its rightful spot.

“Yeah, I know. Old habits die hard,” he flashed a smile, reaching out to cup her waist.

“Or they don’t die at all,” she muttered, spinning on her heels, walking towards the exit of the market, where the tents thinned out, leading to a quieter section of the main part of town. “You can’t keep relying on your charm, Mal. You got pardoned by the King for fucks’ sake, and you think this is gonna keep you in his good graces?” She threw her hands up, letting them slap against her thighs.

“I’m not worried about that ole fart,” he said, keeping her pace, striding alongside her.

“The monarchy doesn’t end after him. You can’t keep risking your reputation over swiping a useless trinket that’s gonna turn your neck green!”

“First off, ouch. I can spot real gold from a mile away. Second, ah, he can put it on my tab,” he reached for her again, this time pulling her hip towards him, rotating her slightly.

“This isn’t a joke. You can’t keep doing this,” she said firmly, feet planted so that she stayed in place.

His brows furrowed. “You know I wouldn’t purposefully steal, right?”

She squinted at him. “Then… what was that? What you just did, just then, 50 feet away from us less than 3 minutes ago?”

He blew air out of his cheeks and ran a hand through his hair. “Look, I didn’t mean to take it. I just have…. magnet hands sometimes.”

When she didn’t say anything, he looked a little frantic trying to scramble for an explanation. “Okay, so you know I’ve pretty much been a thief my whole life, right?” He paused, waiting for her to respond, for some reason.

“Uh… yes?”

“It’s like when I see something I want, my muscles move before I have a chance to think about what I’m doing. I have to suppress it.”

“Suppress what?”

“The urge to steal. It’s like second nature… but I can’t always push it down since it happens subconsciously?” He shrugged, uncomfortable.

“Wow, you’ve done some deep thinking about this.”

“What, are you still mad at me, kit?” He teased.

“I’m not a kit anymore,” she corrected him. “You know as well as I do that this isn’t the first time I’ve called you on your shit.”

“Yeah, but you know I’m trying.”

“I know you’re trying, and you know you’re trying, but is the King gonna know you’re trying?”

He rubbed a hand on the back of his neck. “Probably not.”

“It’s been years, Mal. You can’t risk your freedom on a petty crime.”

“And you gotta show me a little sympathy here,” he chuckled, a little awkwardly.

Her lips parted, brows furrowed again, and she cupped her hand around her ear. “Come again? Sympathy?”

He blew air out again, frustrated. She knew he still struggled with transparency, burying his true feelings no matter how hard she tried to get him to open up.

“I didn’t mean it like that… I mean, you gotta show me some patience, I guess.”

She shook her head, lips pursed, desperately trying to keep the dam from bursting. But as soon as he insinuated that she hadn’t been accommodating, it was like a veil was torn, and her agitation ripped out of her like it was its own person, guiding her next words.

“You really think I haven’t shown you any patience? Remind me of what happened the last time you stole, and the time before that, and the time before that, and the time before that and so on and so forth?” She said through gritted teeth, barely holding back her desire to yell at him, still aware that they were very much in a public space.

“Yeah you –”

“I’m not finished yet,” she cut him off with a single finger. She took a deep breath, calming herself, before continuing. “If I have issues with you, you have to listen. You can’t just joke about everything, Mal. We’re not gonna get anywhere if you act like there aren’t ever any issues.”

He practically sneered. “Yeah, well what if I don’t think there’re any issues? Sounds like someone’s had problems with me for a while.”

“You know what? I’m heading back to our house, that we both own. That we built together. Keep talking to me like that and it won’t be like that for long,” she spat, stalking away wordlessly towards the rural side of town, towards their home.

As she passed an alley, she was tugged into the shadows, back pressed against the cool brick that hadn’t seen the sun since morning. “Who–”

Before she could unsheathe the blade strapped to her thigh, her arms were pinned above her head. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness, and was met with Mal’s dilated pupils, mouth tipped upwards into a smirk that was enough to make her heartbeat quicken. Usually.

“Mal, get the fuck off of me. I’m not in the mood right now.”

He let her hands go, slipping them down her arms slowly, tantalizingly, before lightly touching her waist. She crossed her arms and watched him through narrowed eyes, trying to maintain her anger amidst the warmth his touch left behind.

He leaned in, lips nearly touching her ears. “C’mon, baby, let me make you feel good.”

“One, not here. We’re in a dingy alleyway. Two, you can’t just fuck the anger out of me.”

He raised a brow. “Can’t I?”

“You know what I meant. I’m still mad.”

The dark look in his eyes was replaced with a panic that was out of character. The only time she could recall him looking that scared was when he thought he was close to losing her.

“You can’t just try to solve our problems with sex. Just let me be mad. Let me feel first,” she sighed, pushing off the wall, and leaving the alley.

He followed silently behind, the only indication they were both heading to the same place the sound of his boots against the gravel in her ear.

She unlocked and opened the heavy wooden door, pushing it open so he could follow behind. When she entered the bathroom, she locked the door behind her without a second glance.

After drawing a bath, and soaking – feeling, and forgiving as the warm bubbly water released the knots of tension in her back – she was ready to face him again.

She tiptoed to the bedroom, cracking open the door quietly, her stealth skills coming in handy.

She was met with Mal’s hunched form perched on the edge of the bed, head in his hands.

“Mal?”

His head snapped up at the sound of her voice, eyes red rimmed. “Yana…”

She stepped towards him, hand outstretched. He watched her carefully, as she laid her palm against his cheek, before turning his head to kiss her palm.

He parted his legs so she stood snugly between his thighs, looking down at him. “Are we…Can we…” He trailed off, confused. “I’m sorry, kit. I mean, you’re not a kit. We’re –” He nearly growled, shaking his head. “I’m such an idiot.”

He was clearly struggling to open up, and she felt a pang of guilt listening to him fumble over his own words.

Mal always knew what to say. She could expect a witty quip fired back immediately – not to mention that flirty banter was his strong suit.

She put a finger underneath his chin, tilting it upwards. “Hey…”

She leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss against his bottom lip. “It’s okay. We’re okay.”

“Are we?” He whispered, voice wavering.

“Yeah, we are. We could both do some growing. It’s not all on you, alright?” She held his chin in place so he could look her in the eye.

“Alright,” he smiled softly.

“I love you, okay? Don’t think that because of one argument I don’t love you. I want you, Mal. All of you.”

“And I want you.” He gripped her waist in the familiar way that made her lower abdomen ache.

She placed her hands on his, pulling them around towards her, lacing her fingers in his. “I don’t need that from you to show that you love me. You can say it, and I trust that you mean it.”

His eyes glimmered, this time from admiration, and he bit his lip, blinking the tears away before he spoke. “I love you,” he breathed, and it sounded like a fact, like a law, like a completely unshakeable statement.

He leaned in to kiss her deeply, pouring all of himself into it. And like the thief she’d come to love, she greedily accepted it.

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#playchoices #blades of light and shadow #mal volari #mal volari x mc #mal x mc #mal the rogue #mal the magnificent #n*fw #n*fw fic #my fic #jade writes choices fics

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goldenharystyles · 4 years ago

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Punishment part-2

warnings; - dom harry, wax play, electro-shock play, dirty talk, ropes, toys, bad words, edging, bondage, whipping. 18+ .........9 years age gap (Yana is 9 years younger) send me requests and concepts please hope you enjoy 😊.

Harry’s pov;-

Yana and I had our dinner and right now we are watching an episode of friends. I’m letting her rest a bit so she can take so much more. She is in my lap, half, she is on my side, head on my chest hand wrapped around my waist, and legs upon mine. She does this when she is tired or when she knows I’m tired or mat at her.

''Harry'' she said' 'hmm'' I mumberld

‘’Are you mad or upset with me?'' She asked picking her head from my chest to look at me. the sadness in her voice

‘’A little yeh’, but more like disappointed’’I said without looking at her. I can see from the corner of my eyes she was holding back tears. Yana is a very sensitive person, she devotes herself to me, she believes in me so much even I don’t believe in myself that much. I don’t think someone has ever loved me as much as she loves me. She’ll be all upset when I’m upset or even when she is sad and I’m happy she’ll be all happy. In this generation where I thought I’ll never really find anyone yana came into my life and filled me with love, so much love. She is always, always there for me. There is no single movement where I needed a shoulder to cry or celebrate something or needed a solution to some situation and yana wasn’t there. She is an old soul just like me, only wants to love nothing else in return. I hope she knows I love her more than anything in this world and I heartily appreciate everything she does for me.

She knows I like control in bed and she trusts me with her soul with that.

‘’I’m really sorry harry’’she said with a trembling voice.

‘’It’s fine’’I was a little disappointed but it’s not like it was so much of a deal. We both know I was just enjoying and I know she was sorry as soon as I asked about breaking my rule. I could see it in her eyes, they were teary but she didn’t cry.

‘’ I know it’s not fine. and that you’re unhappy too. I should have waited for you’’she was looking at me

‘’You’re taking the punishment for it, aren’t you? So it’s ok.’’I said truthfully

‘’I know I’m. But- I- I- Am just sorry’’she dropped her head a little. she never makes eye contact with me especially when I’m angry she gets scared it’s not that I scare her trust me it’s just she finds it hard.

‘’It’s ok love.’’I look at her I know if I don’t take her in my arms now she’ll start crying so I took her I’m my arms and kissed her all over her face.

‘’I love you harry’’she hugged me.

‘’ I love you more my love and I’m not upset with ya’. Alright? Don’t feel bad about it. Think about how you took your punishment. My strong girl. I’m so proud of ya’’I said and hugged her tight. We sat like that for another 10 minutes

10 min later;-

‘’ I’m ready’’she said suddenly

‘’Um- what’’I asked confusingly

‘’ I- um ready for whatever you have in mind’’her voice slow like perfect submissive, but I don’t want her to feel like submissive I just want control I don’t like when she looks down or speaks slowly. I want my girl to enjoy instead of taking what I am giving

‘’ Bub why are you talking to me in a slow voice and why is your head down instead of up, you’re very confident, than the way this?I asked rubbing her back for her comfort.

‘’ It’s just i.. I feel guilty. Like I’ve been caught, which I have but I’m like…guilty.’’She said looking up at me then immediately she looked down in her lap. I swear I saw her teary eyes and it breaks my heart.

‘’No need to feel bad love. And no need to cry too. You said you’re ready yeh’?She nodded

‘’then go to the red room and wait for me’’I said giving her a big smileShe didn’t smile back‘’bub if you’re gonna be like that then we are not doing anything,’’I added

‘’ No no no I’m-… I wanna go and see what have in store for me, let’s see what Mr. styles have got’’ she smiled and winked

‘Ahh- really huh call me Mr.styles one more time I dare you baby girl’’I grabbed her taking both of her wrists in one hand and tickling her

‘’ ahhh harry no, stop..stop’'

‘’Nah- uh uh I’m not stopping and I was thinking too that what should I add to your punishment’’I started ticking her harder

‘’ Ohh sorry I’m gonna pee harry stop. fuck’’she laughed

‘’ Whoah shameless child, you’ve got dirty mouth love’’I gasped dramatically

‘’ You’re acting like a child and you’ve got a filthier mouth, baby boy. And please stop I’m really gonna pee’’she pleaded to laugh

‘’We are not even started and you are begging to stop what a shame’’I teased she narrowed her eyes and laughed. There she is back to herself finally laughing I love her like this.

‘’We’ll see about that’’she winked knowing she’ll lose as always

‘’ Challenging me, my love?’’I raised my eyebrow. She nodded

‘’we’ll see when you’re begging me to stop and when you beg I’ll do it more so next time when you challenge me you’ll think ’’she stared at me. She clenched her thighs‘’ already wet love?’’ I asked

‘’No’’ she said quickly

‘’Don’t lie bub I saw you clenching your thighs’’

I stared at her she shook her head‘’so if I undress you right now you won’t be wet? I questioned She shook her head again

‘’Ohh if I undress you And I don’t see you wet you’re forgiven but if I checked and you’re wet you’re in for a terrible one. (Punishment) so again are you wet angel?’’

‘’Yes, daddy’’she said I smiled

‘’Does my filthy mouth gets you wet? Without me even touching you? How pathetic.’’I stated

‘’Yes, pathetic for you daddy no one else’’ she said shyly

‘’Yeah that’s my girl, you look so good when you smile Now, let's see how you look when you cry.’’ ‘’now go wait for me in the red room. Strip and do whatever I’ll be right there in 5 mins max’’ i said she nodded and went upstairs.

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As I entered the room I was shocked she was wearing a sexy linger and was on her knees, Hands-on her lap and face down but not too much jus straight but down type god I love this girl so much. I smiled at her she was being good for me.

‘’Bub look at me’’I said she looked at me not sad or like submissive just yana my yana. The excitement in her eyes‘’ you look lovely in that bub and on you’re knees too’I winked at her with a smile.

‘’Wore just for you sir’’she smiled

‘’ Yea?’’She nodded

‘’Now pup get up and get there on the X’’I gestured (X means X shaped pillars, the one like 50 shades of freed had I the movie ig but this were thinner than that)

‘’Okay sir’’she said and went there I went to get some ropes. I know I can easily chain her and I don’t need ropes but I want her to remember this so I’m not gonna go easy. I lit some candles at the time and put them aside I took ropes and went to her

‘’Strip’’I said she obeyed.

''I want you to feel the rope burn your skin as it tightens around your fragile body. Let me hear your little whimpers, as you squirm needily. Beg me to fuck you, tell how much you want, no, NEED me.’'

Yana was so sensitive to my touch that, even if I touch her neck or kiss it she’ll be dripping. I tied her up with ropes hands on top of X and legs open too. Everything is tied and fully exposed for me to use however I want. And she can’t even move more than 2 inches.

''Such a dumb slutty rope bunny, turned on over just a few ropes binding you. Don't get me started on that preciously weak facial expression of yours. So cute and stupid, you just want to be used as a toy. Be good’’I ordered.I went behind her She was all naked for me. I ran my hands through her sides to her arms to her neck again to her sides to her thighs she was whining but couldn’t move too much.

‘’You like being tied up bunny? you like when daddy takes control over your body. Do you Like when you are all helpless to daddy? Like being used huh?’’I asked not expecting an answer I know my words get her wet so I ran my hand over her slit

‘’you’re dripping angle. I’ve not even touched you yet and look at you..dripping for me’’she moaned loudly I started kissing her neck. I held her throat with one finger making her look up and the other just resting around her neck. I started kissing her hard leaving hickeys all over the neck. And started rubbing her cilt slowly too She moaned

‘’feels so good sir’’

'’Yeah? There might be so much in your stomach because I didn’t let you cum right?’’I asked voice dominating

‘’Yes sir there is a lot in there’’she said weakly as I drawing a fast circle on her clit and pushed her lower stomach in

‘’ So small touch of mine and you’ll cum?''I asked

‘’Yes sir I’ll make a good mess for you please let me cum I’m so close please please let me’’she pleaded

‘’You’re gonna cum baby girl? Go ahead come’’I fasten my speed

‘’ Oh god yes yes I’m cumming sir’’she said and I pulled my hands off of her clit leaving her unsatisfied. she was a whimpering mess.

"The more you squirm, the more I will ruin your orgasm,”I threatened I held her breasts in my hand both of them they re exactly my hand size. I massaged them a little and went to stand in front of her. Her head was reacting on her shoulder. I attached my mouth to her left nipple sucking it and massaging it with my mouth. She moaned and tried to close her leg. Poor puppy. I smirk on her boob kissed all of her chest parts and backed off. Looking at her she is so helpless. I took oil in my hands and massaged her boob, her chest, her hands, her neck, her stomach, her legs, and her pussy in short whole body. She was shining from all the oil

‘’ pup don’t squirm much it will get you in trouble’’I warned she nodded and stayed still.

‘’Now, you’ll do as I say right?’She nodded

‘’ I’m gonna untied you one hand and you’ll do as I say’’I untied her right hand

‘’Draw slow circles to you clit baby and don’t stop, if you stop without me telling you. I’ll give you 3 ruined orgasms do you understand? You stop 1 time to feel relief and I give you 3 bad ruined orgasm. Whatever you want’’I said.

‘’ I understand sir’’she said I nodded. I came up with you wax candles in my hand she was shocked ‘’rub you clit bubs’’ I ordered. She started rubbing her over-sensitive clit. I dropped wax on her chest and held it there just moving slightly to cover up her boobs with wax. She hissed at burning

‘’Does it burn pretty girl?’’I asked dropping it on her nipple

‘’Yes sir too much’’she hissed hand still rubbing clit my both candles were nearly over

‘’good. Move your hands' fast dove’’I said looking at her hand. She did it faster

‘’Sir I’m close please please sir please let me cum’’she begged I smiled

‘’Go faster baby and stop pleading it’s not getting you anywhere, go faster’’ I ordered

‘’Ahhh ah-uh sir…’’she cried

‘’I said more faster can’t you listen to me’’I said voice up. She was going faster and faster I know when she is right on her edge and that she was planning on cumming too.

"It feels so good, though, doesn't it?" I smirk as she nodded she was right on the edge...‘’Stop’’ I said and she didn’t, she wanted to cum ‘’ I SAID STOP SLUT’’ I took her hand and tied it again. ‘’SLUT’’ I said shaking my head.

I took all of the candles wax and threw it all over her body except her cunt.

‘’Ahhhhhhhh sir burns’’she screamed I chuckled

‘’Yes baby scream this is just starting so think how much you’re gonna scream’’I smiled and she looked at me with pleading eyes. I took some more candles and again covered every single part of her body. She whined but couldn’t do anything except taking it. I smiled at her helplessness. Then I took one which was in glass (candle) and lit it up and let it be for some seconds till it’s was is melted a bit. I looked at her and grin her face drooped haha! I brought a candle near her wide open pussy she hissed at the feeling. I moved it around a bit and stooped on her clit a little further didn’t wanna actually burn her.

‘’There was so much ice in your underwear an hour ago right? She nodded ‘’so here’s a candle heat it up baby’’I smiled and drag the candle closer to her clit

‘’Shit sir burns please can’t whole body is on fire from wax sir please’’she pleaded I chuckled and threw all melted part on her pussy

‘’Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck shit it’s too much sir it burns uhhh’’she tugged to her restrains to feels some relief but bad luck?

‘’I know baby girl I know’’I kissed her teary cheeks I again took one candle and lit it and threw all the was on her body parts as well as her ass

‘’Sirrrrrr’’she cried

‘’Don’t scream I’m right here not in another room plus I don't think I'll be done with you anytime soon so don’t show me your puppy eyes’’I said

‘’Sir it burns so much it’ll leave marks sir please’’she pouted

‘’I rubbed oil before it won’t leave a mark but it sure will burn like hell when I do next thing which I’m gonna do after not right now. Right now I’m gonna clan your body, but not with my hands of course,’’her eyes widened and I grin at her ‘

’I’ll use some toys for that’’I went to get our thick 20-inch leather flogger I smiled at it.

‘’ I want no voices coming from you do you understand?’’I asked

‘’Yes sir’’she obeyed I took it into my hand and looked at her and hit it on her body with a smile. She screamed without voice. My poor baby. I did it again and again and again till there was almost no wax on her body her body was all red. No marks on her body just red

‘’Sir please’’she pleaded with teary eyes

''"excuse me? didn't tell you can speak. I’ve to gag you now. wait'’ i said and came with a gag and gagged her with a silicone ball gag ‘

’ now you look perfect. SLUT’’I chuckled

‘’There is still some wax on your body I think I’ve to clean’’I smiled and took a step back and hit her with flogger all over her body. She was screaming in gad which made me chuckle

‘’Sul plluz’’she pleaded again something she is doing all night. I was finished with flogging so I thought I’d take off her gag and I did

‘’Good girl’’I praised

‘’ standstill I’m gonna blindfold you. Hard time starts now’’I repeated the thing I said when I showed ice in her underwear

‘’But- sir’’I cut her off

‘’ No buts just shut and take it. You can scream or whatever all you want but don’t talk to me’’I wared

‘’Ok sir’’

I put a blindfold on her I went to the kitchen and took the thing I planed when I last came here. She’ll give-up I guess. I took wet napkins and ducked them into lemon water and put all of them around her body (not pussy) She screamed on top of her lunges

‘’fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck noooooooooo shit I can’t godddd please please I can’t’’

‘’There is my pathetic whore’’I rubbed the wet napkins I put around her body

‘’Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh god god god god pleaseeeee’’she whimpered For pussy I took' The faux leather spanking paddle’ and sat down on a stool in front of her

‘’didn’t wanna burn your pussy tho so……’’ Ismiled when she shook her head I was gaining to hir heer pussy but it was a bit uncomfortable.I untied her ‘’ go get on bed’’ I ordered the obeyed ''spread your hands and legs wide open’’ I said I tied her ankles to upper Sid of the bedpost (headboard) and hands to her ankles I even tied her thighs so she remains fully open I again took leather spanking paddle

‘’you’re gonna count with me 10 but if one is wrong or you miss count we’ll start again’’I said and didn’t give her a chance to say anything, and hit the paddle to her wide open pussy

‘’Fuck ahhhh hurts 1 one sir’��she screamed a little Again it hit

‘’two’’ ‘’three’’ ‘’four’’ ‘’five’’ ‘’six’’ ‘’seven’’

''Does it hurt puppy’’I asked as I was tapping on her clit

‘’ Yes sir it’s too much hurts’’

‘’Good as it should’’

I again hit with full force her pussy was so red

‘’Ahhhhhhhhh eight’’,

‘’nine’’ ‘’ten’’

‘’How are ya feeling baby, are you okay?’’I asked her she was still in a recovery zone

‘’Yes sir I’m okay’’she gave me a small smile

‘’Think you can take more?’’I asked coming hands on her body

‘’Not right now but after 15-20 mins yeas I guess’’ she said

‘’ That’s ok pup do you need something? Wanna drink water? Or eat something?''I asked wiping her tears

‘’Need some water my throat is dry’’she said and laughed a little

‘’ I bet it is. god, you scream so loud’’I dramatically put my finger in my ear and shook it.

‘’Haha not funny, shouldn’t have gone that hard the I wouldn’t have screamed’’she laughed

‘’I'm no mediocre baby’’ I smiled and kissed her

‘’now ya rest in that position cause I’m not gonna untie you. I’ve still got 1 chapter left’’

‘’Uhhhhh harry’’she good I slapped her ass hard

‘’owww’'

‘’It’s daddy to you’’I glared

‘’Oooo Mr. styles got angry’’

she teased I slapped her again on her ass and then her already beaten pussy ‘ahhhhhh fuck’’

‘’Behave and shut up I’ll give you water drink and rest for 10 mins’’I said and gave her boatel with straw in it. After 15mins;-

‘’Arey ya ok bubs still tired?’’I asked her she shook her head

‘’Nah just burns a little’’she said I nodded

‘’Ok so this is the last one and uh- we’ve never tried this one but I saw it’s safe and I’m gonna do to you it’s electroshock’’I said

‘’What I- uh- i.. dunno’’she said

‘’Oh I know everything and I know you too so don’t worry enjoy’’

I kissed her forehead she nodded

I took 4 clips and joined them with wires. I went to her and put 2 clips on her each nipple and the 2 on her pussy lips

‘’I’m gonna start the power clench your fist if it’s too much don’t scream’’ I told her

‘’I’ll try my best sir’she added I started the machine she jolts from the first shock but I didn’t stop and continued on medium setting I took the vibrator with we used before

‘’Meet your friend from earlier bunny’’I smiled when she shook her head

‘’No more edeging please’’she said

''My favorite pass time is listening to your sweet moans, and watching you squirm as I hold your favorite vibrator against your cute pussy. And I’m free till this shock shocks you up.’’I laughed and changed the setting to a little bit up of electro

‘’I’ll hold this vibrator to your clit. I'll use you. But you won't get to cum do you understand?’’I raised eyebrow

‘’Yes sir, I do’’I changed electro to highest and she screamed

‘’ Don’t scream hold it in’’I shouted over her screams

‘’Sir I can’t shit’’she can feel shock all over her body I took one clip go her pussy lip and clipped it to her clit and started again. Having shock direct on her clit she jolted

‘’’Ahhhhhhhhhhh siirrrrr mmhhhhh’’she screams but then held them in I started the vibrator on mid-speed and hold it against her clit. After 1 min max

‘’P-please sir, I can’t take it anymore. Stop it, I wanna c—‘’I smirked and increases the speed she moaned

"you fucking whore, you need to learn to control yourself.”I glared at her and put vibe on the highest"another word and you won't be begging to cum, you'll be begging me to stop."

‘’ Sir please I wanna cum please, I’ve held a lot please’’she cried

‘’ok baby girl let go’’ I rubbed her pussy with a vibrator as well.

‘’Really’’she asked I nodded with a smile ‘’thank you so much goddddd’’ I didn’t say anything

‘’I’m cumming’’and she came.

''You came? But don't expect me to stop. I'll vibe you till your cheeks get covered with tears, lips bleed and swell, wrists get red from being tied up, eyes roll back in your head and breathing gets uncontrollable. I want you wrecked from top to the bottom’’I said and started moving the vibrator fast on her clit. After some seconds

‘’Sir I’m cumming please let me’’she asked

‘’Who stopped you cum and then cum again cum cum cum cum keep cumming.’’ I said

‘’ I can’t take anymore’’

‘’ Of course, you can you don’t have a choice’ I laughed

‘’Sir--‘’ Iput my hand on her mouth and stopped her begs then she came again and again and again and again and again and again and again idk at least around 7-8 times,

I switched off everything

I started to untie her

‘’love are you ok?’’I asked and kissed her writs

‘’Yeah i’s sir’’she teased

‘’Hey I’m Harry or baby or baby boy to you’’I said kissing her lips

‘’Yeh baby boy I’m good just can’t feel anything that’s all’’she replied

‘’Are ya hurt somewhere? Did I hurt you or went too hard’’I got worried because she did cum many times

‘’Nah, it’s fine I’m good you just have to take me everywhere that’s all’’she laughed

‘’Fucked the shit out of ya didn’t I?’’I smirk

‘’Yeah yeah’'

‘’Hey don’t talk to me like that do wanna do that all again?’’I raised an eyebrow

‘’Nahh nahh god no’’she said and I smiled.

‘’Good hope you learned your lesson, ok now I’m gonna run a bath and put some candles just thy way you like''said she nodded very tiredly

‘’Ok H’’I got off of the bed and filled the bathtub lit candles.

‘’Let’s go bub I’ll pick you up common now get up’’I said touching her shoulder so she could give me some space to carry her

‘’Hmmshe replied I took her to bath and set her down climbing back of her I took her In my lap in the bathtub and bathed her and relaxed. I brought her back to the bedroom with a towel around her and got her a fresh pair of my t-shirt and her panties and dressed her.

‘’Come love let's cuddle and sleep’ she came to me and wrapped her arms around my waist and I took her head and placed it on my chest. She was all over me.

‘’You took all of that so bravely love gonna be honest didn’t think you’ll be able to take that much I’m so proud of ya’’she didn’t speak but kissed my chest.

‘’What did we learn today pretty girl?’’I asked

‘’Not to touch daddy’s pussy without his permission’’she said voice low I smiled

‘’Good bub. I love you so so much I’m sorry if it was too much’’I rubbed her back

‘’Nahh, I’m good. I love you more and you know it’’she said. And I know she’ll love me more than anything.

‘’Good night love’’she didn’t reply was asleep when I look. My baby.

thanks for reading. sorry for mistakes 😅 please reblog if you liked😊

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thebutterflyestate · 5 years ago

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movement nine

the day of the caravan

"(Name)-chan is so down the dumps, huh?" Chiyo said as she reached for the basket of fruits that Yana was handing over to her. Chiyo was inside the caravan, lining up the basket of fruits inside while Yana was the one getting them from the storage house. (Name) was busy piling together wrappers for when they need to package the fruits and give them to buyers. She had some sadness sprits floating around her.

Yana hummed, "Obviously. If you were the one in love with Tsugikuni-san and he doesn't tell you about himself when you thought you know him just by his cover, of course you'd be devastated." She said, taking pity for the girl.

"Are you girls done?" (Name)'s father walked out the house, carrying a bag of necessities and some logs. Yana and Chiyo nodded while (Name) stood up and went to place the things she prepared inside the caravan.

(Name)'s mother who walked out with her husband smiled, "(Name), please don't let your feelings dampen the mood." She said, earning the girl's attention.

"Yes...sorry." She said softly. The father chuckled and rode on to the front where there were two horses strapped to the carriage. Yana nad Chiyo climbed up and pulled (Name) into the back with them. Their mother waved a hand, bidding them good luck on their sales and journey.

"Come back safely." She said.

"We will!" (Name) gave her mother a small smile and they all waved back. (Name)'s father urged the horses to go and they neighed loudly before clopping their hooves to the ground and moving.

The sales were greater while travelling compared to when they're just walking to neighboring town. In their caravan sale, lots of people, travelers, farmers, and normal people would come gather and buy their fruits. Fruits were nearly a luxury especially if they were big and healthy. Throughout the travel, (Name) would forget about Yoriichi and let happiness of seeing people smile as she handed over their products make her happy as well.

Chiyo and Yana gave each other a smile, noticing that the girl's mood was better than before they left. They continued on to their selling and Chiyo would switch wit h(Name)'s father to guide the horses.

When night time came, they stopped by the woods and set camp. The four of them gathered around a flame and ate their dinner, telling each other stories and their thoughts on the sale. After that, Chiyo and Yana were quickly asleep after cleaning up.

(Name) was still siting by the fire, staring at it and she got reminded by its warmth that this flame was similar to Yoriichi. Her father suddenly sat across her, giving her a smile.

"My child, are you thinking about the samurai again?" He asked. She looked at him guilty and nodded. He chuckled, "You're very transparent."

"Father..." She sighed.

"What do you like about that man, anyway? I let you put down all other marriage offers from fellow farm owners but I never had the opportunity to ask you why you like that man." He asked, "What does he have that others do not?"

"...everything." She said, staring at the fire, "He has everything. Not everyone has everything."

Her father looked at her, waiting for her to explain.

"He has such warm and sad eyes, a beautiful smile, a wonderful body, a kind and strong personality, a patient outlook, and many more." She said then looked up to the sky, staring at the moon that stood out, "He is like the sun. He is like the moon. He is warm and he...is sad. All alone in the sky. Just as he is alone now...I wonder what he is up to."

"You're such a romantic," Her father said, she gave him a slight glare and he laughed, "(Name), he is your first love so cherish that feeling in your heart, alright?"

She nodded and he stood up patting her head, "Good night, father."

"Good night. Sleep early after daydreaming about your man, alright!"

"Father!"

Morning came and they had breakfast together before setting off back home through another path. They sold their fruits again until all the baskets were empty and they had so much coin to take home, they laughed at (Name)'s bulging eyes. She had never seen so much money before.

However, even with the hard work they put through it and all the money they earned, whenever they saw someone in need, they would give some of their money since that was all they could give them and all the fruits had been sold out.

The journey back home took longer because of the rough road they took and they had to consider the horses.

Soon nightfall came. In an hour more, they would arrive back to their hometown. Chiyo, Yana, and (Name) were at the front of the carriage, guiding the horses as they sang. (Name)'s father was at the back cleaning the insides of the baskets.

(Name) looked up to the starry sky and smiled. Isn't the sun a star too? She recalled one of her home studies then she felt the carriage stop. She turned to Chiyo who sat next to her, Yana on Chiyo's other side.

She looked at why they stopped and saw a man and a boy at the side of the road, the man had passed out and the boy was shaking him awake . (Name) blinked.

"(Lastname)-san! There's some guys here!" Chiyo called to the back. Yana got down to help the two. (Name)'s father peered his head out, "A boy and his father."

"I'll go check what's wrong. They might be beggars that need help." Yana said, calmly. Chiyo hummed in agreement.

"They shouldn't be walking out at night," (Name)'s father said then noticed that his daughter hadn't been saying anything the whole time. He blinked and looked at her fear stridden face, her face paler than usual and her body trembled, "Daughter...are you okay?"

Talk! Speak!

(Name) yelled to herself internally. That isn't a boy shaking his father awake, it was a demon eating out a man! How could see know through this dark? She couldn't, she just knows because she had been in a similar situation and there was light smell in the air. It was blood.

Say something!

She tried to speak, her words stuck in her throat in fear. She watched Yana come close and her body trembled so bad for what's to come next.

No! Get away!

"Y-Ya--!"

"AaaaaGGGHHH!!" Before Yana could even speak, she was quickly cut across her face. Chiyo and (Name)'s father's eyes widen when they heard her scream in the dark. Their only light source was the stars in the sky and the lantern inside the caravan.

"What the hell!" (Name)'s father yelled, grabbing a rake from inside the carriage and jumping out, "Yana! Yana! Are you alright!"

"(Name)-chan, please head to the back." Chiyo was keeping her composure as she forced the girl to stand up and go with her to the back. (Name) was shaking to the core. Her jaw was locked tightly but they all knew what they came across. Tears came ut of her eyes, Chiyo sweat nervously.

(Name)'s father held the rake in his hand tightly then he his something with his foot, something rolled in front of him. He looked down and despite the darkness, he could see Yana's head.

Her body wasn't attached to it. just her head and her face had lines of claw marks so deep, blood oozed out of them. Yana's face was permanently stuck to a terrified look, her mouth open as if she was still screaming and her eyes were rolled to the back of her head.

"I'm so luck, so lucky, so lucky, so lucky, so lucky." He looked up and saw a silhouette of the boy that now grew before him. The smell of blood was thick and he couldn't help but throw up on the side. (Name)'s father shook in fear but he blindly waved his rake around, an attempt to scare the demon off, "That won't do..."

In a split second, he was on the ground, no longer able to feel the rake in his hands because he no longer had his arms. Blood came out from the cut limbs and he screamed in pain. Chiyo and (Name) who were in the carriage, hugged each other tightly and cried so softly.

(Name) cried as she heard her father cry in pai nand agony, there was the sound of bones crunching and a loud pop before the sound of her father's cries were gone. She knows he's dead now. Bile threatened to rise from her mouth but she clamped her mouth shut with her hand.

"Don't worry...the light will protect us, your charm will protect us." Chiyo reassured her, holding her tight. (Name) looked down on the charm around her neck. The wisteria bag.

"Who..said...it will?" The demon shook the carriage and they looked around, frantically looking fro the demon but it wouldn't show itself. The lantern in the caravan fell to the floor and the baskets near it set up in flames.

Chiyo gasped and grabbed (Name) then they jumped out the carriage and ran to the opposite path with their lives on the line. Chiyo ran ahead, dragging (Name) with her who hwas difficulty catching up.

"(Name)....! (Name)...! Please run faster! I know it's hard...! But please!!" Chiyo begged, looking back at the younger girl with tears on her eyes. (Name)'s heart started to palpitate and her lungs couldn't handle the task of running so fast. Her legs were wobbling and she fell to her knees, dragging Chiyo who got up, "(Name)...! Get up!!"

(Name) panted do hard, she was sucking in air and sweat already layered her entire body. She felt like her head was spinning. At that moment, she cursed herself, why was she so damn weak?

"C-Ch-Chiyo-san, please go...! Save yourself...!" (Name) managed to stammer out and she didn't see the look of hesitancy and disbelief that Chiyo gave her. (Name) just felt her hold tighten then she was scooped up to the woman's arms. They could hear the horses crying out and struggling.

She started running with (Name) in her arms but she was heavy even though she was thin and frail, "Are you stupid...?! I would never do that! I owe your family my li--"

(Name) screamed when she heard the sound of skin tearing. Chiyo fell and so did (Name) who was gaping in fear as she stared at the hideous demon that was stepping over Chiyo.

"(Name)...run...please run...!" Chiyo was unmoving, her eyes losing it's shine but she still manage to choke out those words through blood. She received deep cuts on her back. (Name) wailed.

"That was so... touching." The demon said, licking it's hands. There was warm blood on (Name)'s face then she hurriedly gathered herself and ran, the demon did not chase her and she though the wisteria charm worked but when she looked down to look at it and pray, it had turned smaller.

"N-No-no!" She grabbed the charm into her hands while running, the bottom had a hoel and the wisteria in it was spilling on to her hands. The demon lunged, kicking her on the back and she fell on the ground, the wisteria falling.

"Such small amount of wisteria don't scare me you know." The demon said, "It's not even pure wisteria. some are just seeds.."

(Name) screamed when the demon slowly buried it's finger into her shoulder, it bleed out profusely and her sweet blood enticed the demon. Her head was spinning, she couldn't think of anything except for death but the demon was making her suffer.

"AAAAAAGGH!" She cried out, her eyes rolling, tears spilling as the demon laughed loudly at her torment. She grabbed the demon's arm but couldn't budge. The demon pulled out it's finger and stabbed her on the other shoulder. She screamed again and kicked her legs but they had no strength in them.

She caught sight of the moon, it looked like a blur of white in the sky, "Yo...rii...chi..." The demon removed it's finger and held her left ear then in one swift movement, the demon plucked her ear off. (Name) screeched, her hand holding onto her left side of the head. The demon ate her ear.

"No one will help you out here, you know." The demon frowned at her, watching her blood from her ear pool underneath her head. (Name) stopped struggling but just cried. Her body felt so weak and tired.

The demon grabbed her left arm then pulled. (Name) could feel her joints cracking and popping and she screamed so loudly, it echoed into the night.

Slash!

Before the demon could pop her arm out, it's head fell to the ground and he was unable to react to it. The demon fell to the side and quietly crumbled to dust in shock.

(Name) knew who came to her side and lifted her to sit, she still held on to where her left ear was supposed to be. She looked at Yoriichi with tears in her eyes. He looked at he with the same warm and sad eyes. She forced a smile upon her face and she felt him squeeze her shoulder a bit. She could feel no pain at all.

"Tsugikuni-san...did you come to save me...?" Her voice was very soft, her hand on the side of her head fell but he caught it but she weakly and shakily lifted that hand to reach his face and feel the ominous mark on his forehead, "...I think I realized just now..."

At her near death, it occurred to her some thoughts she had shoved deep into her mind because they were too hard for her to handle. At that realization, she trembled and smiled at Yoriichi. She stroked his face, forgetting that the blood in her hands were staining his cheeks.

"...You aren't like the moon at all...you aren't the blue moon...that I look at all night. You aren't...the blue moon...that comes and goes...once a month....yo must be greater than that...right?" She let out a chortle but she coughed out blood, "I'm so stupid...for not realizing it sooner...you're just the sun..you're just the sun...which is greater than the moon...you're still there even when night takes over..."

Yoriichi gave her a sorrowful look and watched her smile at him despite her suffering.

"And I'm...just one of those people...who bask under your light..." She said, the light in her eyes flickering, tears ran down her cheeks softly, "I...just a stranger...who will not be...able to move the sun...but just witness it...I'm not the one to...move your legacy...I'm just a passer by..."

The light in her eyes went out like a flame and her hand on his cheek fell and he caught her hand. He softly spoke, "(Name)-san...thank you."

She smiled, her eyes half way closing. There was no hope for her to be saved from the start, "...you're...not...a man...of no..worth...remember that."

Then she closed her eyes.

#blue moon #yoriichi x reader #kny yoriichi #yoriichi tsugikuni

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onyxiana-is-obsessed · 5 years ago

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Shinso realizing that his s/o is very sick and hid it from him. Later to find out that she died because of her not wanting to worry him

So ! I brought in another husband and I added in an OC ! Don’t mind that !!Length: 2.3kPronouns used: She/her

Your name: (f/n) ShinsouQuirk: (y/q) - preferably a dangerous quirkAge: 26

SAD HITOSHI UP AHEAD ! I’M WARNING YOU !!! TT^TT

Regrets

(f/n) frowned as she got the news from the doctor. Not long, huh? What was she going to tell her husband, Hitoshi?

“Please come back if your health gets worse, Mrs. Shinsou.” (f/n) nodded, looking down at her hands. (f/n) had been at the clinic for at least two hours now. She was supposed to meet her friend for lunch to talk about the situation afterward. After talking with her doctor for a few more minutes, she was on her way to meet her friend.

(f/n) had a rare disease, which was all thanks to her mutated quirk, (y/q). It was dangerous and there was no cure. If they had caught it in time, all they would’ve needed to do was take away her quirk. However, they were too late. The disease had started attacking her body, killing off her white blood cells and shutting down her nervous systems. The best part about all of it was that she felt no pain. As she got weaker and weaker, closer to her death, there was no suffering. That was thanks to her quirk.

“You know,” (f/n)’s friend, Yana started as the two sat at a cafe. “There’s… someone that can help.” (f/n) looked up at her.

“What? Who?” Yana seemed hesitant, looking away in the distance. It was a bright and sunny day, the perfect weather for a picnic, or even just a day out.

“Do you… remember years ago, Izuku, Mirio, and Tamaki were part of a raid, Uravity, Froppy, and Kirishima too.” (f/n) looked at her, slightly confused but nodded regardless. “They attacked the Shie Hassaikai.”

“Right, how could I forget?”

“The villain they fought that day… Overhaul.” Her voice was low and (f/n) almost thought she misheard. When she saw the look in her friend’s eyes, her own widened.

“You’re n-not s-saying-”

“You’re not going to survive, (f/n). There’s no other way for you to be saved now, except this.”

“How is he supposed to help anyway? I thought he lost his quirk!” (f/n) whisper-yelled.

“He agreed to work with the heroes, he agreed to give them every piece of information on any villain he knew off. After proving himself, they granted him one request and it was to get his quirk back. Eri rewound him, just like she did with Mirio.”

“This is the dumbest story I’ve ever heard. I don’t care whether it’s true, I don’t want a villain’s help! I’d rather die-”

“Don’t say it!” Yana argued, glaring at (f/n), tears brimming her blue eyes. “D-don’t s-say that… i-if not for yourself o-or me, do it f-for Toshi. Do it for your husband. He d-doesn’t even know what you’re going through. You could just up and die one day and how am I supposed to tell him about this? How do I begin to explain that you lied to him? How you lied to your own husband. How you chose to disregard his feelings and not trust him with something so important. How would you feel, (f/n)? How would you feel knowing he hid something like this from you?” (f/n) frowned, looking away.

How would she feel? How would she feel knowing that he hid something so serious from her? She didn’t want him to worry. (f/n) didn’t want Hitoshi treating her like a sick patient, even though that’s exactly what she was. She didn’t want him limiting her to anything, she didn’t want him to hover over her, treating her as if she was made of glass. She wanted him to enjoy every moment with her to the fullest, without regrets. He already had so much to deal with… So, she chose to lie.

But Yana was right. Hitoshi would no doubt be broken- shattered to pieces- when he would find out she never told him. He would feel so alone and inadequate, but… she couldn’t. She just couldn’t bring herself to tell him.

So what about Yana’s suggestion? Getting help from a villain… she’d heard plenty from her friends, especially Izuku about Overhaul. Eri was the daughter of the leader of the Yakuza. He’d torn her apart only to reconstruct her to do it again. How would she feel going out and getting help from him?

“Think about it,” Yana said, taking a sip of her drink to calm herself. “Don’t do it for us, don’t do it for you, whatever. But do it for Hitoshi. After everything he’s been through, he deserves this. He… deserves you alive and well in his arms.”

Yana’s words hadn’t left (f/n)’s mind. Even as she sat alone in her house blankly staring at the TV, which was playing some sort of movie, she thought back to her words. Overhaul… could help her.

But did she want his help? Overhaul’s help? Desperate times did call for desperate measures, but that’s not what she wanted. She was the proud wife or a pro hero. How could she… get help from a villain? It felt like she’d dishonor him doing something stupid like that.

“Why… was I born with this quirk?” Hot, salty tears streamed down her cheeks, sliding all the way down to her chin then dripped onto her lap. No one wished to be quirkless, no one. People usually liked their quirk and here (f/n) was, wishing she never had one. She’d rather be quirkless than have this ticking time bomb of a quirk.

She laid down, her (e/c) eyes staring at the TV as she continued to cry. What was she going to do? How was Hitoshi going to manage without her? How was she supposed to prepare him without telling him about her impending death? How was he going to cope knowing the truth behind it all?

As she drowned herself in her thoughts, she didn’t hear the front door click open. She didn’t even hear her husband call out to her. (f/n) was pulled out of her thoughts when he kneeled in front of her, a look of worry plastered on his face.

“What’s wrong?! What happened?!” Seeing his beautiful face, those gorgeous lilac eyes, his handsome features, that cute little nose, his soft, pink lips all made it worse. (f/n) threw herself into his arms, letting her emotions flow free.

Hitoshi held (f/n) tightly, moving to sit on the sofa, with her in his lap. He gently raked his hands through her hair in an effort to help soothe her worries.

After half an hour or so, (f/n) finally felt stable enough to talk. Hitoshi had gotten her some water while she gathered her thoughts.

“It’s just one of those days.” She lied, taking small sips. He nodded understandingly. His hero career came with plenty of those days, so instead of pushing the subject further, he opted to help her relax.

To take her mind off of it, he prepared a meal for them both then the two spent the entire day cuddling on the couch watching all the movies she’d wanted to.

Hitoshi was too good for (f/n). No matter what, he was always by her side, supporting and comforting her in any way she needed. It made her want to accept Yana’s proposal. Hitoshi was a good man and he did deserve everything he wanted. If he wanted (f/n), then she’d be more than happy to grant his wish. But… getting help from the enemy? That was something… she couldn’t do.

***

As the days went on, (f/n)’s condition grew worse. Physically she looked fine, she felt no pain. But she was weaker. She found herself sleeping more, she found it hard to do anything. Small cuts that she’d get would last weeks, she would get sick more often and stay sick longer.

Hitoshi didn’t suspect a thing as she’d gotten her doctor to lie to him, which took a lot of convincing. These rough, hard weeks, (f/n) couldn’t get Yana’s suggestion out of her mind. There were days where she scoffed at the idea, but there were also days where she almost called Yana and accepted the offer.

(f/n) tried to stay strong and she managed to do it. However, in the next few days, she’d sorely regret her decision.

Hitoshi had to leave for a few days, which were extremely hard on (f/n), who knew her death drew closer. Yana was there, helping her every single day doing her best to try to convince (f/n) to go see Overhaul. (f/n) refused.

“(f/n)!” Yana yelled as she ran to her friend, who’d collapsed onto the floor. Yana helped her onto the couch and gently helped her drink some water. “P-please,” Yana tried again. “Please listen to me! Let’s go see Overhaul! All of this would end with-”

“NO!” (f/n) argued with what little strength she had left.

“Are you serious?! You’re aren’t going to make it, (f/n)! I’d be surprised if you made it long enough for Hitoshi to come home! Why are you being so stubborn?!”

“I can’t! Overhaul is a villain! He’s a monster and Hitoshi would hate me for going to hi-”

“Hitoshi could never hate you! He’s head over heels for you! But he would be furious. Not for going to Overhaul, but for lying about your disease and dying! Without even telling him! How are you ok with this?! This is the dumbest argument I’ve ever had to have!”

“You wouldn’t understand…”

“I would! I would understand! Because I know if my husband was sick and dying, I’d want to know! And if there was some way to fix him, I’d take it! No matter the reason!”

It didn’t matter. Yana’s efforts were in vain because (f/n) was stubborn. She wouldn’t budge and none of Yana’s strategies worked.

But now, right now, (f/n) desperately wished she’d listen to Yana. Hitoshi had returned home, only to find (f/n) worse than when he left her. He’d taken care of her all that day and when they got ready to go to bed, her body gave up.

She collapsed, making him run to her. Her body was done, it could no longer fight and it didn’t seem like it wanted to fight anymore. It couldn’t, her disease had taken over.

“Baby! Wh-what’s wrong?!” (f/n) was barely able to keep her eyes open, her breathing was labored, but she didn’t fail to catch that look in his eyes. Fear. Fear of what was happening, fear of this unknown condition, fear of not being able to help, fear of losing her. “I-it’ll be ok! D-don’t worry!” It really seemed like he was trying to convince himself instead of her.

Hitoshi grabbed his phone and immediately called for an ambulance. As he waited on the line, he gave the operator an answer for every single question, throwing some words of encouragement to (f/n). It didn’t matter, there wasn’t anything they could do. Slowly, (f/n)’s eyes closed, but she could still hear Hitoshi.

“N-no! B-baby! Kitten! P-please ope-open those eyes! Open your beautiful (e/c) eyes for me! Do-don’t do this! Don’t leave me, please don’t go!” He could feel her pulse getting weaker and weaker and so was her breathing. Hitoshi put the phone down but had it on speaker, telling the operator any new information.

His heart sped up and dread built up in his chest at seeing his wife, the love of his life, slipping away from him. He held her tightly against his chest, in some pathetic effort to keep her close to him. He was terrified if he’d let go… if he let go…

“T-Toshi…” She whispered.

“Don’t leave me! I-I c-can’t s-survive wi-with-without you! Do-don’t do this to me!” He sobbed, tears fleeing his eyes and landing on her chest, sliding down her soft skin. “Stop it, (f/n)! Just lo-look at me! For the love of God, open your eyes and look at me! You can’t leave me! You can’t leave me, you fucking promised! I-I do-don’t know what to do,” His voice cracked and for once he felt so helpless.

Hitoshi was a pro hero, but he’d never felt so weak before. His wife was dying, what happened? Nothing made sense, it didn’t make sense. What happened? She was fine and then she randomly started to get so sick… now she was dying?

“P-please d-don’t go,” He begged. “I-I don’t kn-know what to do… wh-what do I-I do k-kitten?” His hands ran through her hair as he pressed gentle kisses against her cheeks. “I l-love you s-so much. I need you, (f-f/n). So, l-look at me. I’m b-begging, baby. J-just look at me. Don’t do this to me. Don’t leave me. Please don’t leave me.”

She regretted being so stubborn now. Yana was right. Hitoshi would be heartbroken. Hitoshi wouldn’t be able to cope without her, he’d lose himself, he’d lose the ability to keep going. Why didn’t she listen? Why was she so against letting Overhaul help her?

She so desperately wanted to take him into her arms, telling him that it was all ok. That everything would be ok, that there was no need to cry. (f/n) so desperately wanted to comfort her husband… but she couldn’t.

Out of all the things Hitoshi deserved, this wasn’t one of them. Hitoshi Shinsou deserved better. She should’ve listened to Yana. Not only was she being punished for ignoring her friend’s warnings, but she was also punishing her husband, who didn’t deserve any of it. What for? Nothing. She got nothing for doing what she did. Well, actually she did.

(f/n) got a broken beyond repair husband. Who would now have to deal with her death because she was too cowardly to tell him or get help?

As she felt herself being pulled into the dark abyss, she only wondered how Hitoshi would’ve felt if she’d gotten help from Overhaul. Her mind went to the villain and she pathetically begged for him to magically appear in her home to save her. For Hitoshi. She felt her body move but was unable to comprehend what it was. Hitoshi was saying something… thanking someone? It… It didn’t matter.

Who could help her now?

#mha #mha imagines #mha shinsou #bnha #bnha imagines #bnha shinso hitoshi #shinso hitoshi #hitoshi shinso x reader #hitoshi shinso imagine #shinsou x reader #mha angst #bnha angst #bnha shinsou #shinsou hitoshi #shinsou x y/n

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casp8jr · 4 years ago

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Supernatural is... everything to me. And ther's a need for backstory.

My first ever episode was 2x18 : Hollywood Babylon. I remember watching this episode with my siter in our room back when it aired in France in 2008. I was 12 years old. And I was so scared, we were both, that we turned the tv off. But my sister kept watching with my father so I always heard about Sam and Dean. And then both my big brothers were watching so it was ever more heard off, Supernatura was, logical in my head, but I haven't watch another episode ever since thata scary episode.

So, going to that year I really started to watch.I was on the most important year of my life, school time speaking, diploma was on June that year but.. depression, family issue and other crap kept me staying home. I needed to watch something to keep my head off of everything. And, at that time I was into WhoLock so logical to interest in the Super part of that fandom.

So i've looked and saw I had basically 9 seasons to binge watch, I'm good. But before I ever start I checked the cast members; I saw Misha Collins and Richard Speight Jr. I knew them both already, Misha because of 24 and Rich thanks to Jericho and I knew they were good actors. So I decided to watch. My first episode was 5 x 8 Changing Channels with Misha and Rich. And I loved it, obviouly. So I said, here we go, let's watch. Started on season 4 and I probably watched everything in... 2 weeks. I watched days and nights. Really binged watch. I remember having been fast enough to watch10x5 Fan Fiction live.

And I loved everthing, at that time Sam was my favorite. And so I followed every episode until I graduate. On july I binge watched again but started season 1 and I realized that, Dean was actually my favorite because guys, he's Dean. I love him, because I AM him and that is why Cas means so much to me. Again I was good to watch season 11 and I re-binge watch again in july and was caught up to watch season 12. and again and again.

With all those binge watching I know I spent HOURS on that TV Show. And I not only watched Supernatural but I was watching Game Of Throne, Sons of Anarchy, Doctor Who, as well as all of Richard's shows, Rob's shows and I was wathing Law and Order and Criminal minds as well. So I spent hours in front of the tv, but was so into Supernatural it became a family.

I watched episode live so it meant going to sleep at 3 am when I had college at 8 am, I did'nt care, it was Supernatural.

I got my first tattoo in honor of Jared, Jensen and Misha's campain “ Always Keep Fighting” and “ You Are Not Alone” had my AKF Hoodie and my YANA shirt. Didn't get to have much more. I met so many people, I went to my Firdst con, it was my safe place and i'd do anything to go back again. Meeting Rich? Incredible. Rob is amazing and Matt is a sweetheart. Now, I always believed in Destiel, even when they were fighting or it wasn't there I always knew Dean loved that angel more than a brother. It leads me to 15x18 where Cas has the most beautiful speech of his life, most beautiful love declaration I ever heard in my life.and as I read people say “ it was a brother kind of love” I say back “ the day my brothers or sister tells me that, I'll run away” casue..ew. Now Dean might or might not have reciprocate but it was enough for me, Ijust needed Dean to tell Cas, freely what he feels, what kind of love he feels. I didn't get that. Instead I had a... I love you so much from Dean to his brother, as if we didn't know that, as if we needed that. Guess what, we didn't.

Seeing my favorite Character die because he loved and my second favorite die so stupidly hurt so much. Dean deserved a happy moment, a happy life for once. He deserves joy, happiness, love, normal life.Which he kind of had with Lisa. It was not enough but it was that. Having to say goodbye to my boys hurts, of course I spent 6 years and many hours with them, reading about them, writing about them, meeting them, it hurts. But when dean died ? I was rocking myself, crying and telling myself, over and over again, “not dean, please not dean, please don't kill dean” Because dean is, like I said earlier, me. And him dying made me realise that I will too die so stupidly, maybe even beacause I was stupid and didn't check my surroundings.

And seeing Sam die the way my father died, yeah, fun. So basically, that ending triggered me to believe Death is the solution to happiness, to find the people you ever love back.

I wished I had seen about my favorites that were dead in that heaven, either by pictures or flashbacks.Now that I think about it Dean, Castiel and Gabriel, who were my favorites, are dead, Jack is.. alive at least.

Will keep on writing and reading, and I will read about dean's happy life with his angel and his dog. I will read about Eilen and Sam and their son NOT named Dean (WTF) I will read about Jack and Gabe and Ellen and Jo and Bobby and Rufus and Ash and Benny and Crowley and Rowena and Jody and Donna and Claire and Patience and Kaia and Alex and Garth and Charlie and every one of them who helped make what I believe family is family. They helped Dean and Sam grow up and learn, and they were here.

And in the end? I hope I won't die at 40, alone with no one at the cimetary. Goodbye Supernatural.

Goodbye Dean, Goobye Castiel, Goobye Sam and Goodbye Jack.

#supernatural #dean #cas

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xpeachesncream · 4 years ago

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off the grid | nine (final)

pairing: reader x pjm

genre: post-college au, christmas/holiday au | angst, fluff, smut (to come)

words: 1.7k

chapter warnings: cussing, more insecurities and overthinking, crying, reminiscing, fluff

notes: here we are, folks! the final chapter to this series. i may post some drabbles later on and accept requests, but for now, i’ll keep this where it’s at. thanks for the love and support on this! head over to my kth fic called perfectly wrong if you’re looking for something a little messier lol

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You took one last look around Yana's loft to make sure you weren't missing anything. You made sure her loft was spotless, doing loads of laundry and cleaning every inch to make sure it was ready for her arrival back home.

Once you were satisfied with your round, you sighed, giving the loft one last look with a tight-lipped smile. This place truly gave you the best memories by far. You look towards the living room, remembering the moment you shared with Jimin and how you both had confessed your feelings for each other.

It was something you were never going to forget.

You grabbed your purse and your luggage and made your way downstairs to the cab you called over to take you to the airport. The driver happily helped with your luggage before you took your position in the back seat and sat quietly. You held Jimin's polaroid album tightly, letting it sit on your lap as you reminisced once more on the memories you made in Seoul while the driver began to pull off.

The people you met. Jungkook, Taehyung, Hoseok, Jin.

The places you've been.

Jimin.

You were feeling a little unsettled as the ride continued because you were still questioning the decisions you've made. Was this truly it for you two? Were you really going to go back home without reconciling in any way with Jimin?

You flipped through the polaroids one last time, fixating on the very last polaroid of you and Jimin. You made many mistakes in the past, and you knew this would be the cherry on top if you allowed it to slip from in between your fingers.

Fuck this. This couldn't be it, and you were wrong for initially thinking so.

You've lived these past years in so much sadness and frustration, so much stress and pent up negative energy. You felt like you wasted so much time being unhealthily down in the dumps, and you were so damn tired. You came here to start over and do better for yourself and you finally found that reason that pushed you to do better. You weren't gonna do this to yourself, not again. You weren't gonna make this mistake. You weren't gonna let him get away. You weren't gonna go home feeling this empty. You were gonna be selfish, and you were going to do whatever that meant to you.

You abruptly told the cab driver you had a change in destination, and he drove back towards Jimin's address without any complaints. All of a sudden, the 10-15 minutes to get to his apartment complex seemed like forever. You were dying to get out of the cab, mainly afraid you'd miss Jimin and you'd miss your chance to do this.

God, if this was meant to be, please just let me talk to him.

When you finally arrived to the steps of his apartment building, you paid the cab driver heftily and dragged your belongings into the small elevator. As soon as you reached Jimin's floor, you rushed over to his door, pushing your belongings to the side. You knocked frantically, hoping someone was at least home.

"Y/N? Are you okay? Don't you have a flight to catch?" Taehyung looked at you worriedly.

"Yeah, but that's not important right now." You rushed in while Taehyung politely brought your things in and set them aside. "Is Jimin here?" You asked although you were already making your way to his room.

"No, he just left not too long ago." Your heart dropped.

"Fuck." You said to yourself as you ran your hand through your hair.

"I'm pretty positive he went to his parents' cafe. Do you need me to drive you there?"

"Please? I really need to talk to him." He nodded and grabbed his keys.

"Alright, come on." You and Taehyung rush out the door and hop into his car. You were praying that you'd find Jimin there, but you were hopeful. Jimin had always spent time with his mom and dad, besides helping out at their café. Your felt your heart beating against your chest, the anxiety skyrocketing every minute that passed by. Taehyung was doing his best to navigate the streets quickly, but safely, immediately understanding how important this was to you.

Jimin had been having a difficult time getting past this, being that all he really did was sulk in his room if he wasn't at the café. He didn't know how someone could come in and change his life the way you did. How he could fall so easily for you. But he was starting to think that maybe, you were right. Maybe, you had a point. At least, that's what he liked to tell himself so it would become easier to move past this.

It never got easier, though. If anything, it really didn't do anything for him. You continued to stay on his mind, 24/7.

And so, you and Taehyung finally arrive at the café. It's not too busy, with only a few people sitting inside, sipping on their drinks and eating pastries. You and Taehyung don't spot Jimin at the front, and only see his sweet mother. She smiles from ear to ear as she approaches the both of you, pulling you into a tight hug.

"Y/N, I told Jimin to bring you over for Christmas, but he said you were busy getting ready to go back home. Isn't your flight today?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry." You pouted. "It is, but there's something I need to speak to Jimin about. Is he around?" She shook her head.

"We had him run some errands, but he should be here soon. Just wait here, I'll bring you two some drinks and pastries." She sat you both down at a table near the register, pouring you some coffee and Taehyung his favorite tea.

"Hey, don't worry. He'll be here soon." Taehyung flashed you a toothless, reassuring smile.

"Thank you for driving me here." He nodded. "I, um. I don't wanna go home like this. Even though, I'm not sure he'd want to talk to me after our stupid argument."

"He'll be happy to see you, Y/N. Trust me. Just be honest with him and let him know how you feel."

"You don't think he'll be mad?" He shook his head.

"No. I promise you." Before you know out, you both see Jimin's car pull up out front. He hops out of the car, bringing a few bags towards the back of the cafe. You couldn't wait for him to notice you, so you head outside to follow him. You stand there with Taehyung a few steps away, hoping he'd turn around and warmly greet you. Just as long as he didn't storm off all pissed, that's all that mattered.

Which, he doesn't. When he turns, his facial expression softens, and his whole body relaxes. He stands there in a puffy jacket, a white tee and jeans. He stares at you, slightly caught off guard as to why you were still lingering around when you had a flight to catch.

"Y/N?"

"Jimin." You ran straight to him, throwing your arms around his neck. "I'm sorry, I totally messed up. W-what I said, I didn't mean any of that shit and I was just so stupid. I-I don't wanna go home like—" You rambled on and on into his chest before pulling away from the hug you embraced him in, confusion plastered on his face as he couldn't understand what you said word for word.

"Woah, slow down. What is it?" You sighed as your face softened while caressing his cheek.

"Jimin, I'm sorry. I messed up. I didn't mean anything I said after we got home from the bars. It was stupid."

"It's okay. Don't worry about it." He leans into your hand. "But, you have a flight to catch. We should probably get you going—"

"No, I don't care. I'm staying for a bit longer. I wanna stay with you. I want to be with you, I want us." You smile at him as the tears begin to well up in your eyes.

"I hope you don't feel obligated to do this in order to make amends." He says softly. "You know I'll understand and give you the space you need—"

"No, I'm not. My feelings for you," You paused. "My feelings for you run deep, Park. God, it's so frustrating. I didn't intend to fall in love coming here, but I did and it's the greatest feeling in the world knowing it's you. I've made a ton of mistakes in the past, but I wasn't going to let this be another. I wasn't going to let you get away. I wanna be selfish for once, and I wanna choose what will make me happy." You cupped his face with both of your hands as he smiled down at you, his hands resting on your wrists. "We'll figure this out, but for right now, lets just enjoy this as we are, in this time and space. I wanna do this ride with you and I hope you still do, too."

"Of course I do." He smiled down at you. "God, fuck, I really, really do." He held you tightly against his body. You wasted no time planting a kiss on his plump lips, smiling into it as he caressed your back and held you close. Everything about this felt so right, and you couldn't but feel complete. You couldn't help but feel like you have finally done things for yourself, reached new heights for yourself and finally let go of the past, leaving it to where it belonged.

And so, you, Jimin and Taehyung take this back inside, not giving one fuck about missing your flight or what the upcoming days will look like. You were extremely giddy from the spontaneity, and all you wanted to do was curl up in Jimin's arms, right where you were safe. You had never felt so free and so loved at the same time, surrounding yourself with your new friends, who cared for you, and Jimin, who absolutely adored you in every way possible. Being here, you had learned that it was just better to let go. Don't chase those answers or explanations. You keep fighting for you, because no one's got you like you got yourself.

Seoul had brought you that, paving a way for a new beginning that you were excited to conquer with Jimin by your side.

That holiday-solo-vacation love story didn't end up being so bad after all.

#bts #bts fanfiction #jimin fanfiction #jimin #park jimin #pjm series #pjm x reader #jimin x reader #off the grid #otg #writing

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thecandywrites · 5 years ago

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Of Heaven and Fire Part 17

Where Brock suffers the consequences of his actions. *evil cackling*

@imherefortheforthefanart @probablyclever @funmadnessandbadassvikings

Of Heaven and Fire

Part 17

Brock woke up to feeling more hungover than he ever felt before in his life and his whole body itched as his skin crawled from all the mosquito bites as flies buzzed around him before he sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he looked around at his surroundings then back at the clan’s village where he could see the people hewing stones and moving them into place, in front of the same place that your house once stood before he snarled at it. They really were building an alter to you, a shrine, like you really were a goddess, idiots. You were just a woman, there were thousands, maybe millions just like you all over.

You weren’t that special.

He instead distracted himself with going through what he was able to keep. He still had his weapons and his armor. He didn’t need much else. He could hunt, he could use his battle ax since one side was a hammer, the other side was an ax and the ax was shaving sharp as he grinned at the eagle carved into it, this warhammer axe was Binga’s greatest creation and with it he had promised her to be his chief blacksmith. They had been friends since infancy, through childhood and into adulthood, mostly because Binga never wanted anything romantically with him and Binga had been one of his true friends and had an honesty and candor that he appreciated in addition to her talents which had no equal in the clan.

So he set his eyes on the forest- looking at one particularly good tree, just that one tree would be enough for him to make at least a small shelter. He would show them all that he could be just fine without the clan. How many legends did orcdom have of clans starting from a single orc? Too many to count and history repeated itself many times over. He would start his own clan and it would be the greatest clan ever, it would be a purely orc clan where mouras would have no place in it and he took his moura cloak off and watched as it shrunk down to a collar, covered in leather before he put it in his pack, maybe he could sell it or something. He had lived his whole life without the moura influence, he would live the rest of his life without too.

As he was in the forest, trying to figure out how to fell this tree he overheard talking, it was from his former suitors, they were talking about how they needed to get to Hurricane Breaker and try to court Bedhu because Brock was obviously impossible to please.

“I’m not impossible to please!” Brock argued which scared those women shitless as they screamed and jumped away at the sight of him.

“What?” Brock asked as he noticed they looked at him with alarm, pity and disgust once they recognized him.

“Come on, we should go.” Vursa encouraged her friends as she pulled them away from him.

“Wait! Stop, just...if you stay with me and help me, I’ll mate and claim all of you, we can start our own clan.” Brock proposed desperately as his stomach was reminding him that he had yet to eat breakfast or lunch as he began to stare longingly at their food pouches.

“What so you can rape us when you want, eat all our food and choke us too when we piss you off?! You just want a slave you can beat the shit out of in any way you can.” Vursa spat at him.

“No! I would never, I… I lost my temper, I was drunk and I just hated Miss Auksa and I was being forced into mating with her.” Brock tried to excuse himself as he flushed with embarrassment at the recollection of the events the day before.

“Bullshit, one minute you were worshiping the ground Yana walked on and the next you hated her worse than she ever hated you when you first captured her and while she had every reason to hate you, you never had a good reason to hate her. You switch your moods faster than the wind changes. And even before Yana came into your life you were always a stuck up, self righteous pain in our collective asses.” Vursa bluntly revealed.

“What? Just because I’m not the future warchief, I’m not good enough for you to talk to anymore? Let alone be with?” Brock sneered as the girls simply grinned like derisively at him.

“Duh, we were after you because even if you were a snore in the bedroll and an awkward dork in the streets, you were still the handsome first born of the warcheif and the promise of an easy life with honor and respect was worth it to us to do whatever we could to try to get at that life. But it’s all gone, you threw it all away for what? So you didn’t have to be married to a moura? Even after she did everything anyone could ever ask of her and more? You just used her the way you have always used everyone else in Stormbreaker, you even used us, just for a flask of whiskey. Yana dodged a missile getting away from you. I can’t imagine the bullshit and fuckery she’d have to put up with being your mate. And you know what? We are too. Because what are you really offering now that you have absolutely nothing? A new clan? A clan of what? Four? Starting from scratch in the woods and built off of what? Petty jealousy, resentment and hatred? You can chop down enough wood to build us a house big enough for all of us with an ax that’s only ever seen soft squishy bodies instead of stone timbers?” Vursa asked as she began to laugh in scornful amusement as she knocked on the tree next to her, listening to the solid sound echo in the forest around them, the kind of tree was known as a stone timber, since it was the hardest of all woods, and while chopping it down and splitting it was almost as hard as working with actual stone but whatever was built from it would stand for a five times as long as other woods but one look at his warhammer ax, there was no way it would chop down a stone timber.

“Hell no, I may be a whore in your mother’s opinion, but even I have standards and enough self respect to know that that reward is never going to be worth that kind of work and risk, you have nothing to offer me. Your dick has never worked for me or anyone else, in fact I think it’s a miracle it worked for Yana at all. Your hands are useless and your tongue is trash and if you couldn’t be happy or satisfied with a goddess, we don’t stand a snowball’s chance in hell of ever satisfying each other, let alone making each other happy in any sense. We’re done Brock.” Vursa spat before she tried to walk away again.

“Yana put me under a curse so that none of it worked, now that she’s gone, it’s lifted!” Brock insisted.

“It doesn’t matter! You’re cursed Brock! Look at you! Your body is ate up with bites, your hair is hacked off, your honor is shredded, you’re disowned from your family and your clan with no hope of redemption and you’re living in the woods like a beast! And you cursed the very clan you came from. All of us watched as eels from under Yana’s house hatched out of a weird nest and just this morning we watched as they began eating their way through the estuary and every little stream they got into, the water turned black and silty. We even tried to damn them up but the fuckers can walk on land and breathe air and they’ve evaded the dams and they’re spreading like a plague through the waters as we speak. And now the clan is filled with legends of a thankless asshole who rejected the goddess and cursed his clan and the eels are sign from the gods Vagla and Zota of destruction. You’ll be lucky if you get malaria and die before you have to watch the very clan your father worked so hard to build and establish gets swallowed by the very eels you unleashed sending Yana away, none of this would have happened if she never moved her house.” Vursa insisted before she and the others turned and marched away leaving Brock seething before he took his warhammer-ax and threw it into the woods, hearing a clank as the distinct sound of metal hitting stone reverberated through the forest before Brock growled again before he went looking for the damn thing.

He walked for what felt like hours before he finally found his warhammer ax laying shattered in several pieces at the base of a large boulder that was cracked from the impact before he roared in frustrated anger and let a string of curses fly out of his mouth before he tried to pick up the pieces and use those to at least hack some smaller saplings, having to wrap the pieces in cloth and leather to keep them from shredding his hands and the saplings were of paper trees, a tree that was so soft, pulping it was easy and cutting it down was easy but still hard for him with his broken tools since chopping an actual tree down was impossible for him and building a small shelter out of saplings took nearly all his depleting strength and the only thing he managed to kill was a squirrel by hitting it with a small rock and here he sat just trying to make a damn fire out of the dryer debris from the forest floor.

It was sunset by the time he got the fire going and was able to keep it going enough to cook the lone squirrel as he sat on a rock and roasted the flesh of it as he tried to think of names to suit his new clan but he couldn’t think of anything.

In the coming weeks, things just got worse, all his clothes tore and he ran out of thread to mend them and his armor fell apart as if he had been fighting in a hundred wars every time he wore it so to keep himself from being naked, he had to put on his moura cloak to make his clothes and even then, all of his clothes either left him cold or left him overheated because he couldn’t get the hang of how to change the outfits other than either an undergarment or a heavy winter cloak before he found something close to what he would normally wear. He ran out of soap to keep himself clean and he couldn’t seem to capture any game bigger than a trash panda and he lost weight and muscle mass because he wasn’t intaking enough food, let alone carbs to keep his stamina up and the water from the nearby stream which wasn’t connected to Stormbreaker’s waterways was sour and he could only catch a crawfish or two and the shame and guilt of his past actions chased his sleep away as he tried to come to grips as to why he had reacted to you the way he did and it was all just a big blank. He cut down every sapling he could to try to make his house more substantial but the walls breathed and the floor was uneven and unfomfortable and if it had not been for his moura cloak, he would be freezing at night because summer had turned to autumn and now autumn was turning into winter and the only relief he got was that the frost killed the mosquitos and his ability to hunt improved with more “barbaric” tools such as a spears and his only company was a pair of birds, one a white dove, the other, a black raven who were always together, who seemed to watch him from a distance and while it was impossible for him to catch them, they seemed to stick around and just watch. The dove during most of the day, the raven, at night. It got to the point that the only way Brock could stay sane is by talking to the damn birds for company.

Finally after the third hard frost his mother appeared with a basket on her hip, after hearing where he had settled from the hunting parties.

“Brock?” She called out before he peeked his head out of his little shelter.

“Mom!” He called out as he recognized her and eagerly got out and rushed over to her, hugging her tight, making her drop her basket so she could hug him as they were both brought to tears as they hugged each other tight.

“You’re so thin!” Rhos realized as they pulled apart and they got to see each other and Brock could only hang his head in shame.

“Hunting has been hard for me.” Brock explained. “No big game comes anywhere around here.” He answered.

“Well game has become scarce since the summer.” She answered as Brock frowned.

“Come, is there room in your shelter for both of us?” She asked before he reluctantly brought her into it as they managed to sit side by side in it before she showed him what she brought him. Several loaves of bread, one of which he quickly consumed, having not had bread since he left the clan back in the summer. A big block of cheese, covered in wax and some dried and cured meats along with some root vegetables that could be stored along with a few onions and heads of garlic and the biggest hunk of soap he had ever seen and a new comb and a proper ax for cutting down stone trees along with a bundle of medicine herbs and all Rhos could do is watch on sadly as Brock tried to inhale a little bit of everything, having been dreaming about these foods since he left.

“The warchief of Stormbreaker has a proposition for you.” Rhos began as Brock paused in his eating. To hear of his father so far removed from him in verbage still cut like a knife and instead of being angry or resentful, all he could feel was sadness and regret.

“We are leaving for Suchi in a week. If you have had enough punishment for your wrongdoing, and if you would humbly consider reconciling with Benyana who is due to give birth in only two weeks or so, you can come back to the clan.” She revealed.

“And if I don’t?” Brock asked after he weighed her words and couldn’t bring himself to look at her, only consider the loaf of bread in his hands.

“Then you can come back and watch the house while we’re gone but only while we’re gone, provided you do not cause harm to anything in the house. When we come back from the birth, the only thing you’ll be informed of is how Benyana came through the birth and the outcome, if what she is carrying is really a son or not which seems unlikely that she isn’t carrying one because all tests have proven that she is carrying a son. But those words will be the last words any of us are allowed to speak to you for as long as you live and you will once again be chased off of clan lands and it will be the last time we will ever see you in this lifetime and all others after and this is the last help any of us can ever offer you and all memory of you will be forgotten except for the legends already being told about you, but you are always referred to as ‘the cursed’ in all of those. And no one ever is allowed to be named Brock ever again, in fact no one is allowed to have a name that starts with B in the clan because for fear they would be associated with you. And all those who did have a name that started with B have already changed their names in the clan. Except for Benyana’s name which is always spoken of in reverence. She has been elevated to a goddess and the shrine to her is the biggest in the clan and anyone harming the shrine will immediately be put to death. She is now the patron goddess of moura orcs, even those in Hurricane Breaker have followed suit and built a full blown temple in her honor and she is the goddess of many more things in their clan, like reuniting, of fortunes, specifically of inheritance, of connecting to your past and prosperous business. And if it wasn’t for her alter and the blessing of her alter, Stormbreaker would have fallen already.” She revealed.

“What do you mean fallen?” Brock asked.

“Brock, this year was the worst harvest there ever in the land’s history, after Benyana left, there was a storm that caused a flood that destroyed so much and the hail in that storm knocked all the fruit off the trees before it could grow to any real size and ripen and the hail damaged a lot of houses, then a drought came in the land dried up what was left, we have not had rain since the storm.” She revealed as Brock realized that he too never had rain in the forest and the water level in the nearby stream had dropped since he came in the summer and now late autumn, it was barely a trickle.

“And if that wasn’t bad enough, the eels ate up every fish in the estuary before they swam out to sea where one of the water dragons was waiting for them before it swallowed all of them whole and once the shrine was built, the silt settled but the water in the wells was never the same, it’s grown bitter and sour and now, the only fish to be found are tiny minnows that hug the edges of all the little streams around the estuary. The only time animals touch the ground of Stormbreaker is before they’re slaughtered for food there, they die overnight if you don’t and something in them spoils the meat quickly when they’re on Stormbreaker ground, the only food and livesstock we have is all on Drauch. That’s where all of this came from because there’s just not much of anything left in Stormbreaker. And every woman in Stormbreaker has since moved to Drauch because they’re afraid that if they step foot in Stormbreaker, they could lose their own pregnancies because those who have not wanted their pregnancies have stayed in Stormbreaker and have lost them overnight and we can’t know what their number is. Now all the women who stay in Stormbreaker are only there to keep from being pregnant, so of course the whorehouse is crammed full of whores from all over, it also means that they’re clean too, any sexually transmitted diseases die on them overnight now and many come to get “cured” but quickly leave again. Now only single men who are helping with guiding the ships through the estuary live there, everyone and everything else has moved to Drauch where we still have food, water and the best shelter the clan has ever enjoyed and the temple to Benyana is the grandest in the city and all roads lead to it eventually. The sale of the fish is the only way the clan has survived so we can buy what we need from the sales and your former percentage of all those sales goes to Benyana to care for her and her offspring from now on for forever and Cugas and Kaive go through all the catches and get the best of everything and bring it to her as food supplements too.” She revealed as Brock’s heart sunk deeper and deeper.

“How is she doing otherwise?” Brock felt compelled to ask which brought a sad smile to his mother’s face, at the lowly tone he used. Almost like he actually cared.

“She’s almost lost the baby to grief several times now and she rarely smiles for any length of time longer than a heartbeat, and her state is no different than any other widow I suppose because to everyone, you died in the flames and what sits besides me now is an imposter to the Brock everyone knew and loved before the death in flames. Her parents and her other siblings as well as the rest of the warchief’s other children never leave her side and we have all practically moved in with her to help care for her and the warchief has cried many times, wishing he had a son who was close in age to her and would love her and be the father to her child because suitors have tried to come out of the woodwork because they look at her goddess status and all her blessings and her enormous house and wealth and her sad nature and do everything they can to cheer her up. There is one that comes and goes all the time that she is closest too and they talk often in private. He’s a fae prince, but he insists that we all call him Matae and even his parents and siblings and friends and relatives come to see her every so often, giving her more gifts than anyone can count because she is the single most blessed being any of us have ever known. Every day Matae comes and talks with her, he has vowed to everyone that he will help her through the birth if you are not there and he will claim her child if you do not and he will love her until you are never called to her mind again and her family is pleased as is her colony and even the warchief gives Matae his blessing and he’s a good person. He’s playful and fun yet intelligent, protective and surprisingly sensitive but despite all this, Benyana does not love him. She only likes him as a close friend and nothing more, as if she is holding out hope you’ll come to your senses. She has begged and pleaded the clan not to hunt you like a trophy bear and bring you to her like a caged animal since you are little better than a beast or bring you to her in a heap of limbs with your head on a platter as revenge for the curse you brought to the clan. But she insists that you be left alone to suffer the consequences of your actions since that is punishment enough and that no one is to guilt you into doing anything. And that everything you do must be of your own free will.” Rhos revealed and all Brock could do was hang his head in shame. He treated you like an enemy and you were still protecting him like a friend and he was if anything, the epitome of undeserving but his pride wouldn’t let him admit that.

“So. This basket is magicked, it can hold much more than it looks like it can. If you choose not to go, you can bring this back when you watch the house and go through what is left of Stormbreaker and salvage whatever you want from what has been left behind, this basket should carry all of it. But know that that will be the last time you walk onto the clan’s grounds because after that, the clan’s houses will be burned and all trace of Stormbreaker will be destroyed so that the lands will return to the way they were before we ever settled there.” She informed him gravely.

“What?” Brock frowned in disbelief as a deep sinking feeling settled in his gut and on his chest and it made it harm for him to breathe.

“It’s already been decided. Even now the whores are packing up to leave. When we leave for Suchi, it will be the last time anyone in Stormbreaker will ever touch that ground except for the warchief’s family. And the only things that are to be left behind, are the gifts to Benyana’s temple and alter, and her gifts for you. When we come back, if you don’t take those gifts with you, then we will take them and put them in a museum on Drauch and they will be admired and revered until time indefinite.” She informed him before she got up and dusted off her skirt as she made ready to leave.

“Come, give me a hug,” she insisted before he did, they embraced for what felt like the final time.

“Please choose wisely Brock.” Rhos cried into his shoulder before she forced herself to walk away from him, leaving Brock to just watch as she did so, feeling like his feet were rooted to the ground no matter how badly he wanted to follow her, like a duckling or a chick following its mother. But his pride and stubbornness and obstinance would still not allow it.

Once he couldn’t hear her, or see her, he went back to the basket and pulled out a tent and hastily put it up and found a cot and a bed roll and even more food, even a little wash basin so he could wash himself and his clothes properly other than dunking himself in the nearby trickling stream and inside was a pair of scissors that he used to trim his hair so that it was mostly even and his scraggly beard that had grown along with a simple bow and arrows so he could hunt properly. And he even found mending supplies and some material that he quickly used to mend his old tattered clothes and boots so he could put the moura cloak back on over it and was finally comfortable.

Six days later he was seen walking back, the basket fashioned into something of a backpack on his back and when he got to the outskirts he stopped where his family used hunting gestures to ask if he was coming and all he could do is cross his arms in front of him which was the universal sign for ‘no’ before everyone just shook their heads and loaded up everything onto Drauch and Brock waited until they were ready to leave when his father signed for him to come with him and follow him but Brock just signed back ‘no’ and shook his head and his mom had to drag his dad back up onto Drauch before the stairway lifted off the ground and the boats themselves lifted from the harbor to dock with Drauch in the clouds before Drauch flew on the breeze to Suchi as a huge gust of wind blew the city to Suchi and only then did Brock get up and go into the abandoned clan village.

He went around the edges of the village first, harvesting what was left in the gardens, going through the houses, salvaging what was left behind as he noticed a pattern. Every family left something useful in every house. One would have a small sack of one kind of spice and another would have a sack of a different spice, never the same exact thing. One would have a cooking pan or pot, one would have a tool of some kind, one would have a fur, or a cloak, or material, or sewing supplies, as if each household was giving Brock one last tribute and gift and Brock could only weep as he realized the significance of this.

In orcdom, whenever a warchief retired, either from old age, or injury, each family would give an offering to the warchief as a way for him to live the rest of his life in comfort and peace as thanks for leading them but that there was new leadership, usually whoever the warchief chose to succeed him as successor. It was a proper goodbye and send off and absolutely final. There was no way back from this in any clan’s eyes.

He finally made his way to his house, where the kitchen was thankfully fully stocked as he set aside all he would want to eat over the next week or so and packed all the rest before he used what he had gathered to make himself his first- last meals at home. It wasn’t as grand as his last meal here was, but it was just as good as any other he had had here.

Here he sat, at his usual place at the table and ate, feeling like he saw ghosts of his family every time he looked around. Memories of all the fun and happy times spent around this table.

Then he began to drink. For the first time, he drank to remember. Remember every detail of his life and his childhood here because they were the only happy memories he had left. He was also grateful to be in a house where the cold wind doesn’t come through either the gaps of the saplings or the fabric of the tent.

Then he heard the door open and someone walk in. Normally he would be defending this place, but right now, he was hoping it was someone who had not listened to you to come and put him out of his misery.

Instead he found Binga.

“Just when I thought you couldn’t get any more pathetic, you surprise me and find a new low to stoop to.” She spat as she tossed a handful of blacksmithing tools in front of him disrespectfully.

“I was waiting for you to come to the shop to gather your last tribute but you never came.” She incited.

“Shut up and go away.” He grumbled from his stein.

“No, you have no power or authority to order me to do anything.” She reminded him as she stalked over and sat across from him as she took in the sight of him and could only shake her head.

“Because the current warchief stripped you of that power, remember? Before he shortly kicked you out of this house.” She reminded him.

“All for what? Because you didn’t want to marry a goddess?” She jabbed and Brock could feel himself getting drunk enough to lose his inhibitions completely.

“She was never a goddess! She was just a woman! There’s a billion more just like her!” He roared back.

“And yet she was the only one who wanted you for you, who actually loved you for you and she will be the only one to ever do either for the rest of your life. And you treated her like garbage after everything she did for you. You told me yourself that she was the love of your life before you were reborn and she is giving birth to your firstborn quite possibly as we speak and you won’t even go! You’re missing it because you’re a pathetic spineless coward!” She roared back.

“She’s not the love of my life, I’ll find a way back into my father’s good graces, and I’m going to be the next warchief of my own clan, I don’t need or even want love, I need a good warchieftess.” He argued hotly.

“Then you could have picked one of the dozen whores who had been after you since you were 5, hell pick all of them because all of them together will never be as good as she was even on her worst days. Come here.” She dragged him to the living room where all your betrothal gifts were put on display.

“Look around Brock! She gave you all of this, all those other women working together over five lifetimes will never be able to give you a gift that is even in the same realm as this. This bar that she set is perfect. There are no greater gifts than the ones she gave you!” Binga yelled as she took the clothes and armor off the walls and handed them to him but he wouldn’t hold them, he just let them fall to his feet as he stared at them resentfully as tears flooded his own vision.

“And you know what? All those girls that had been after you your whole life? Where are they now? If they actually cared about you, they would have scooped you up from the forest and had you live with them or even helped you build a new home or new clan or whatever but they didn’t. Because they’re already gone. They took one look at all this and knew that there was no way they were ever going to top any of this, that there is nothing on this planet that anyone can give anyone else, even if they had limitless fortunes, there isn’t anything they could have ever bought or made for you that would even be close and you know it!” She continued to yell and gesture to everything else as Brock simply winced at her words since he couldn’t argue with her.

“Why Brock? Why did you reject her?” Binga asked as tears came to her own eyes and Brock couldn’t answer her, he couldn’t even look at her, only hang his head in shame as she put her hands on her hips.

“The only thing I can think of that would have made a difference is if Benyana would have been a moura orc but the only other moura orcs are in Hurricane Breaker and none of them give a shit about you and will never come to claim you. You really are an asshole because even as perfect as all of this is you still found a way to find fault in it, in all of it! Gods you’re such a stubborn stupid asshole!” She roared, feeling another wave of anger swell.

“She gave you everything, the clan had never been richer or more prosperous or has ever had this much peace or abundance before because she turned all your enemies into allies, she turned gold, she taught you and your family how to turn mud and rocks into gold, she healed your wounds and bedded you all while she battled her own morning sickness which is a limit that is too far for even our own full orc women and it’s still not good enough for you?! She gave you the best and greatest betrothal gifts anyone could ever give another and you embarrassed her and shamed her and humiliated her into leaving in front of the whole clan and even then she handled it with more grace and dignity than anyone could ever bear it and if I was moura I would have burned you alive myself right then and there.” Binga insisted as Brock still wouldn’t move, wouldn’t react, wouldn’t look up at her. Pitiful thing he was which just enraged Binga even more.

“Even if you didn’t like her- just the fact that she’s carrying your child should have been enough for you to stand by her and take care of her and do right by her or do you not even have enough honor for that? The answer to that is of course no, because you have no honor! She was the only one not to give a shit that you’re going to be warchief, she would no sooner set you on fire herself than give you the time of day in the beginning and that’s what everyone loves about her because she doesn’t care about standing or hierarchy, only about the person you are and I feel so sorry for her that she fell in love so hard with someone as ungrateful and selfish as you. She fought for you and gave you everything she had even as the rest of her world turned on her and you rejected her. She has more fire in her than any furnace and she was the only one who called you out on your shit. Even when you were in Suchi she did so with the most beautiful elegance to keep your own dignity intact. And everyone needs someone like that. She was the best thing to ever happen to you and to this clan and you used her and threw her away.” Binga spat in disgust.

“And now that she’s gone, we’re all suffering, the harvest was the worst it’s been in years, the estuary only has the tiniest minnows now all the other fish are gone. The flocks are dwindling because we’ve eaten them faster than we can buy them and faster than they can breed. And thank the gods for the deal we have in Suchi and the water dragons because otherwise all of us would have starved to death by now. Don’t you think it’s odd that no one has gotten pregnant on this land since she left? No one reaped this fall because everyone is just trying to survive the winter. You cursed us all because of your stubbornness. And if you don’t leave right this second and go after her and bring her and your child back after it’s born, when your father gets back and she and her child aren’t here where they should be, we will create a new moura orc colony of our own further up river and make a new clan without you in it and the clan of Stormbreaker will die with you. For the next week, it’s just going to be you and this empty, abandoned, broken down clan village that could have been something great if you had been a real man and own up to your responsibilities and I hope that they leave these gifts here at Benyana’s alter forever to remind you of her every day for the rest of your life, forever alone and forever haunted by her. And maybe the biggest reason you rejected her is because you still know deep down in your soul that she’s too good for you, she always has been and she always will be.” She sneered before she left and got on her horse and ran her horse to catch up with Drauch at the next little village to pick up some supplies.

Suddenly Brock had never felt such a deep and all consuming rage before coursing through his veins like he did in that moment and he took the orb you gave him as a parting gift and threw it as hard as he could against a wall and it shattered like it had been a super thin shell of either ceramic or glass, the thing had felt so strong and solid in his hands before, to see that it was in fact so fragile surprised him. But what surprised him even more was that all that was left from the shattered pieces was a glowing light and it moved as if it had a life of it’s own before all at once it outright attacked him and the moment it touched him it infiltrated his skin, it got up his nose and in his mouth and into his lungs and it burned like super cold ice and all Brock could do is lay on the floor and thrash like he was having a seizure and wait for death and then….

It unlocked his memory and in a rush, it all came back.

#Dun dun dun!!#Of Heaven and Fire #Of Heaven and Fire Part 17 #orc #orc love story #moura #orc reader insert #moura reader insert #monster reader insert #exophilia #Now the comeback #the reprise #the win!#True love conquers all damn it

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kurtty-drabbles · 5 years ago

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Krampus au

N/A: Something short if we´re lucky and based on the idea Krampus punishes those who do or want to do wrong. Here, Logan wanted to kill Scott to get Jean as his lust for the woman went cray cray and well, it is time for Kitty to save his ass...again.

@djinmer4 @dannybagpipesarecalling @bamfoftheundead @everykurt

Is not often Kitty has time to enjoy the flowers, so to speak, and breaks like this-where nothing ever seems to happen and time moves slower- prove to Kittu that something big will happen. Lockheed was munching on a slice of pizza when Jubilee enters the office with a certain urgency in her face. And that expression alone proves to Kitty something big did happen and once again she must deal with it.

"Kitty, did...did Logan ever enter in contact with you?" Jubilee asked not beating the bushes and Kitty frowns for a moment and tries to recall the last time Logan called. Nothing comes to mind and she shakes her head as Lockheed is eating another big slice of pizza.

"Oh God!" she said in a nervous tone as her hands are moving in a pattern matching the tone as well. "Look, I was trying to see if he was alright and no one in the X-men saw him. No one in the Avengers saw him and ...I have no idea where he is" Jubilee confessed the last part feeling a bit of fear.

"Yeah, is not exactly his thing to worry everyone...let´s think the options, maybe he meets an old friend, and yes I´m using the term loosely here and is catching up with a said friend" Kitty quote and unquote her fingers on the word friend. Jubilee shakes her head now.

"No, it feels as if he dropped from the face of Earth...and if even the Avengers don´t know where he is...then...I doubt he´s catching up with a friend" Jubilee´s reply did make Kitty worry more.

"When was the last time you saw Logan?" Kitty asked not liking this question and having a feeling the answer will not be great, and once again, she´s correct on her gut feeling as Jubilee sighs in defeat.

"On Scott and Jean´s marriage..." Jubilee won´t give any unnecessary detail but this phrase does make Kitty shiver a little in cringe as she recalled Logan on that day and the man was anything but subtle on his "infatuation" for Jean Grey.

"Ok, I´ll take a look. Do you have the Alpha fight´s contact?" Kitty asked as she knows Logan sometimes likes to be true to his Canadian roots and be with other Canadians.

"Cap Canada? Yeah, not as nice as the country portrayed to be ...but, the man also has no idea where Logan is..." Jubilee replied not happy with the situation as to be expected. "me, Laura, and Chamber are worried Logan did something beyond his usual stupidity...You think Cap Canada is covering whatever happened?"

Kitty nods for a moment. "It wouldn´t be the first time and Cap Canada knows Logan longer than us"

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Logan has two houses. One in the US and one in Canada, and both are identical to the point is almost an intentional joke. Almost. She´s visiting the one located in the US and noticed a few things on her arrival. First, the house looks completely wrecked from inside and outside, second, there´s no light in the house and third, his house has a concerning number of Jean Grey´s photos.

A flashlight and Lockheed on her shoulder make the situation less dire if only a little bit. The cabin truly looks wrecked and she notices how something gets inside and...take someone out. Sabertooth wouldn´t ever be this clean "It would have more blood here...instead of shatter glass" she mutters to herself.

She notices a photo of Jean where Scott should have been, instead, his part was cut by what Kitty use was claws. "again, it was not discreet" she mutters and has a concerning picture in her mind about Logan´s mental state.

She ponders if she should call to the Summers warning about the potential threat of Logan went after the couple-and this is a strong possibility given the number of Jean´s pictures- but for some reason decided against. "They´re in the honeymoon...and maybe Logan didn´t went...for this route" Kitty is speaking with Lockheed hoping to convince her more than her dragon companion.

Lockheed flies in direction of the broken window and points to Kitty the footprints. "Good job, Lockheed, maybe Logan didn´t go for that route after all" she responds pleased and Lockheed is not sharing the enthusiasm.

The footprints are strange. It only appears in one location-and Kitty search for more, but, without any success- and it seems whatever took Logan has a feet with 2 toes.

A snap was heard as Kitty took a photo of this footprint. "Ok, you think another Canadian Lovecraftian took him...again?" Kitty asked her friend who mutters in his dragon´s language and proves his lack of interest in Logan´s well being. "Yeah, you two never saw eye to eye"

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Kitty shows the footprint to Illyana Rasputin and Jubilee - Illyana is on her hell witch´s mood and embraces all her demon side and dark powers as well ignoring her brother's complaint about her to return to be a snowflake- and both have a different reaction to this.

"So...a crypt took Logan, is that what you think? It wouldn´t be the first time..." Jubilee states reviving a few stories about Logan and the crypts in his life.

Yana stares at the image for a moment. "Wait, you said he had tons of images of Jean Grey? The woman he lust?" Yana asked as if she´s seeing a missing piece no one can see and this worries Jubilee and Kitty who nods as well...Logan was never subtle in his crush for Jean.

"And so to be clear...it was completely one-sided?" she asked again with a serious tone.

Jubilee and Kitty exchanges looks. Was one-sided? It certainly looks like it was, but, if Jean did 180 degrees and suddenly went to live with Logan...would be a plot twist no one could ever imagine.

"Look" Jubilee states trying to be as kind to the memory of her father figure as possible. "his crush on Jean was one-sided as it can get and I doubt a woman who married her fiance and is in honeymoon would suddenly change her mind and want another man...is Jean Grey, you remember how she was to pick a wedding dress? Yes, I doubt she is with Logan...I doubt she even knows or care Logan carries a torch for her" Jubilee completes.

"I think she knows...I think she knows and doesn´t care...Thought if she ignored him enough...maybe he would move on...and now, I´m not so sure if that was the best idea" Kitty interjected.

"It does not matter...it really doesn´t...Logan was taken by a Krampus"

"WHAT?"

"Creatures that punish the wick...originally, they´re from Germany and Austria, but, nothing prevents them to going after anyone who commits crimes and Logan...must have committed a serious crime if Krampus arrives here"

"And...what we do?"

"Well...if you want to save Logan...how well, do you, Kitty, handle the cold?" and this is a question that makes Jubilee makes tons of questions and rightfully so.

"Why Kitty?"

Yana blinks and explains. "I´m banned from entering his realm. No mortal can enter in his realm without being a victim and Kitty is the one who can enter because she can phase through dimensions" Yana explains and Jubilee sighs in defeat this explanation does make sense.

"And how do I get out?"

"Phashing...but the problem here is not to get in or get out....the problem is if Krampus will let you even see Logan"

Jubilee is not one to sit on any mission. "Look, if you can´t go...do you know someone that can open a portal for us or something? I don´t want to ''not'' rescue Logan...and I hate to feel useless...plus, if Kitty will face a Krampus, whatever that thing is, she´ll need firepower" Jubilee proves her point by letting her hands glow with her mutation.

"Krampus´s home is awfully cold, literally cold. I could try to make a portal...but then the portal would accept only 3 people. You, Kitty and Logan, and even that will still be too risky"

"I don´t care...I´m in"

"As Jubilee said. I´ll need all the firepower I can get"

"And all the luck too"

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Yana is true to her word and created a portal for Krampus´s address and it was just like Yana predicted to be. "So...he torture people here? in this cozy and nice place?" Jubilee asked in a derived tone. "I can´t believe" she concludes in pure sarcasm.

"Yeah...and it seems he´s a fan of cliches because of the creepy looking mountain appears to be looking at them. Yana said he only punishes the wicked and leaves the innocent in peace, so, Kitty and Jubilee have a chance. Small as it can be is still a chance.

A number of glowing golden eyes watched her for a minute and then vanish like it was never there. "Man, why Logan couldn´t move on like a normal person" Kitty chided his poor choices and Jubilee is not defending the man this time.

Locate Logan, once climbing this creepy and cartoonish mountain, was not a daunting task. The man is tied up by chains and shackles and is conscious enough to see Kitty and Jubilee coming to his way. "NO, he´s behind you!"

And Kitty appears to be prepared as she used the soulsword and faces the Krampus as Jubilee goes to Logan in the hopes of freeing him. The Krampus is a blue man-with horns, his fur is noticeable, his golden eyes are full of mischief and his tail makes it present to Kitty- who is amused at her attempt.

"Ah, Kitty Pryde and Jubilee Lee. Here to steal my criminal?" The Krampus states. "have they told you what he planned to do? Kill an innocent man and take the woman as his prize" and this makes Jubilee stop and look at Logan with total disappointment.

Kitty can´t hide her feelings too. "We´re not here to steal anything...we´re here to make a deal with you, Krampus"

The Krampus looks amused. "Kurt, my name is Kurt...call me Kurt would be like me calling you human"

"No one mentioned...ok, hi, Kurt...we´re here..." and Kurt waves off his hand.

"To make a deal...sure, sure. What you and your friend can offer to make me want to let Logan go?"

"Work for you until his sentence is clean" Kitty speaks as Jubilee sighs and nods not happy with any of this and makes Logan be aware of their feelings. The man, for once, looks ashamed for himself.

"Oh...that is new. The council always says for me to take more deals" Kurt mutters to himself. "I take Magik explains how I work, right?" the two women nod. "excellent" his now good mood and chipper tone are a bit unsettling. "is a deal. You two work for me for a year and after that...I release Logan...a deal is a deal and is sacred for my kind"

The man- she has a hard time calling Kurt IT if he acts and looks so humane-smiles and shakes her hand. The deal is sealed and really, Kitty and Jubilee have things to say to Logan.

Meanwhile, Jean and Scott return from their honeymoon to notice Kitty and Jubilee´s absence.

"Yana, where are Kitty and Jubilee?"

"Saving Logan from a Krampus"

"...Sure, ok. Nevermind"

#krampus au #one shot #kurt wagner #kitty pryde #jubilee le #Logan Howlett #anti Jean x Logan

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