#sorry sad music just came up on shuffle so i'm like hm........................................ feelings................?

[unsettlingcreature]

i think the funniest thing an ex-friend has ever done was change the login for one of the two laptops she gave me so it just reads "fuck you" as if she wasn't the one who gradually cut off contact with me. leah, if you're out there... what the fuck lmao

[your-daily-biaswrecking]

I dunno if it's too late to make requests (and u can ignore this message if it is) but I have this idea that I'm completely incapable of writing, I was hoping for maybe..some kind of fantasy scenario where human reader meets fae or siren Taehyung once while they were both children and, maybe they kinda pinky promise to marry one another, only for her to have forgotten about the whole ordeal with time, maybe assuming it was all just her imagination, and years later into her adulthood he comes back, having never forgotten the reader? You can change this however you see fit in order to make it more your style, and smut isnt necessary of you don't want to add it in..😅 💕

You had heard about the stories. Heard about him. Perhaps that’s why you walked into the woods so late at night, with a full moon lighting your way. To see if they were true, or because you already believed them and wanted to see him. The woods, however, were empty and what an unsuspecting fellow would call normal. Undismayed, you sat by the big Oak tree until you felt your eyelids be weighed down from the weariness. For you were only eight and the night was growing older than you. From that point on, you were not sure if you dreamt of the boy or if he shook you awake, but you remembered the interaction like it was yesterday.

“You’re waiting for me.” Not a question but you still took it as one.

“No, I’m waiting for the fairy.”

The boy chuckled. He laid down next to you, eyes sparkling in the dark as if they were luminescent. “I like you. You’re pretty. It’s only why I appeared.”

You thought about all your classmates and your cousin’s friends. None looked like that boy. “I don’t know you.”

“Oh.” He shuffled closer until he could reach to extend a hand to you. “You can call me Taehyung.” You took his hand, introducing yourself as well. “I’m new here. Did I by any chance bother you or your folks? I apologize.”

You shrugged, looking away, still trying to catch a glimpse of the alleged creature that playfully appeared here and there to tease the townspeople. “You’re not bothering me. I don’t know about anyone else, though…”

“Haha.” The boy laughed in a forced way yet it felt genuine. Like he had indeed enjoyed your remark but laughter wasn’t a sound he could make by his nature. “I really like you. You’re very pretty,” he repeated. “Do you want to stay here with me forever?”

You eyed him from your peripheral vision. “You mean like… marry you?”

He frowned for a beat, analyzing your words. And then his face lit up— quite literally. “Yeah!” he chirped. “Yeah, something like that.”

You had never been proposed to before. Sure, you knew about all the boys that had a crush on you at school, and you knew about how cute you were because your parents and their friends always told you so. But Taehyung was better than all of them combined. “Okay,” you replied easily.

The young boy seemed so happy, reached out to grab a piece of your hair. And after a couple of sparks appeared, the strand had been cut off and was trapped between his fingers.

“Hey! What—”

Taehyung brought the strand to the side of his neck, pressing it against his skull, and with a couple more sparks, it was connected with his own hair. Standing out from his locks yet looking like he had grown it himself. “Now we’re married,” he said, speaking the word as if it was foreign to him.

“No,” you immediately interjected. “That’s not how people get married.”

“It’s not?”

You shook your head. “We need to walk down the aisle and have the pastor say I pronounce you husband and wife and kiss.”

“Kiss…” Taehyung gave it some thought. And then he snapped his fingers. “That’s right. We need to kiss.”

“And we can’t get married yet because we’re just children,” you continued to speak your wisdom to the confused boy.

“So when can we?”

“Hm…” You rubbed your chin because you had seen people do it on TV when they tried to think hard. “When we’re old. Like, old like my aunt! She is getting married next month.”

And the boy nodded obediently. “I can wait that long.” For your weird kind of ceremony. For his, you needn’t wait at all. All he needed was… a kiss. He leaned in, lips pursed and going straight for yours. And you gasped, getting up and running away, out of the woods, far from the boy you had just promised to marry.

You never saw him again. Which is why you were inclined to believe it was all just your childhood imagination going wild. Sometimes you got a very sudden urge to think about him, like he was mentally intruding on your life. But the older you got, the less you believed in fairies. And you got old… old like your aunt. And it was your turn to get married now.

Waiting in the dressing room alone to stare at your reflection in that mirror and take a few last, deep breaths before walking out for the nuptial rite, you didn’t expect to be disturbed by a strange and deep voice.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Upon turning around, you saw a man. A novel man. Handsome and somewhat scary as he glared at you and charged towards your spot. “What?” you choked out before clearing your throat. “I- I don’t think you’re supposed to be back here.”

“You’re about to walk down that aisle and have the pastor say I pronounce you husband and wife and kiss that man?” he spoke in a breath, pointing to the door.

You were frozen, looking into his shiny eyes as if you were entranced. Not sure how to react in this odd situation, yet something about the man intriguing you. “Um… yeah?”

“You can’t!” he gasped. Eyes so wide and pleading you silently. “We were supposed to do that.”

“I’m sorry, who are you?”

“I’m your husband.” It wasn’t what you were expecting him to say, not in the slightest, but he seemed so confident of it he almost convinced you. “You’re mine, you can’t marry another man,” he insisted.

And right when you were about to open your mouth to tell him he was being insane, tell him you had no idea who he was and that he needed to get out, he called your name. Called your name in a way that was so fitting for it, like he was the only one who ever should be saying it. You paused, and you frowned. And you looked at him better. The man reached behind his neck and brought forward a strand of hair that didn’t match his own. Didn’t match because that was your hair. That dream… that dream hadn’t been a dream at all.

“I waited for you,” the boy-turned-man whispered, voice sounding as sad as his eyes looked. “I waited for as long as you needed. How can you do this to me?”

Your face was numb. And you shivered, shaking harder the more you let the realization sink in. “Tae- Taehyung?” you gulped. “You’re real?”

The man rushed to you, grabbed your face with both hands gently, fingers stroking your cheeks as if he knew tears were about to fall. “Of course. Who ever told you otherwise?”

You were lost for words, just staring into his eyes that were communicating more than you ever could. The boy from the woods had returned for you, just as promised. And now that he had you, he felt ready to finish what you two had started. This time, when he leaned in with his eyes closed and his lips on a straight line towards yours, you didn’t flinch, you didn’t pull or run away. Maybe it was the shock. Maybe it was just what was meant to happen. He kissed you and everything instantly changed. The bond completed. A bond unlike the mortal rituals you try to parody— that was a bond connecting your souls instead of a verbal agreement that could easily be broken by the human instability. And when he pulled away, you knew it, you felt it; you were indeed his and he was yours. Forever.

“Oh my God,” you mouthed. The feeling crushing you and making your mind race faster and faster. “Oh my— Fuck!” You were his and he was yours now. Forever. What would you do now? There was another man still waiting outside to marry you. “Fuck, fuck!”

“It’s alright,” Taehyung whispered, holding you tighter. Like he knew exactly what you were thinking about or could feel exactly what you felt. Perhaps he could. “Don’t worry. None of that will matter in a bit.”

He scooped your legs, lifting you up with ease you were certain no human being could possess. And he jumped out of the window and landed perfectly, even though that window was so high up. And you were in the woods within a blink of an eye, even though those woods were miles away. By that big, old Oak tree, where it all started. He was right, your meaningless mortal problems already appeared like so; you were with Taehyung now and it all seemed to make more sense than anything ever did in your life.

“You look so pretty,” the man spoke, drawing you back from your thoughts. “Like a fairy.” He chuckled, this time his laughter sounding better than the last. And then he kissed your cheek, and your neck, and it felt like each peck was gifting you whole years of life. “I’ve missed you. You never came to visit.”

“I’m sorry,” you breathed, flustered.

“It’s okay.” He was calm, looking at your eyes that you didn’t even know yet that they shined like his. “We have eternity ahead of us to be together.”

“Eternity?”

He chuckled again, music to your ears. And he leaned in to bite your bottom lip playfully. “Don’t you know, honey? Time flows strangely when you’re married to a fae.”

Masterlist

[taechaos]

Idea series oc sneaking Tae in the house after he had big fight with his father about something (your choice if it's smutty or fluff or angsty) with a peek of a vurberable Tae? Honestly i think he would change the topic as soon as he started it and prob with sex.

Anyway I'm really interest in their family dynamic since I remember don't know if it was in part one or two that you mention they have really religious parents? And seeing how harsh their dad is with Taehyung it have me wondering how is his relationship with the mother and ocs with both parents, despite everything the seem really distant from their kids, maybe thats why Tae and YN find comfort in each other. OC is the first real bond Tae made with someone so maybe that's the reason of his fear of being replaced and his obsession with her, and ocs mother probably don't pay that much attention to her so that's why even after the incident she still want him to be there. At this point I'm just rambling I'm sorry. And this ask is all over the place, started with a request and ended questioning characters life 💀💀. Sorry hehe.

when i read this yesterday i was literally blown away by this like hOLY shit your analysis is so in-depth at first i was like damn do my characters have more than oNE DIMENSION?? WHICH IS RLY FLATTERING BUT I THINK ITS JUST UR WORDS THAT MADE ME SOUND SMART 💀💀💀 the ending is chef's kiss tho made me bust a lung SHFJJD thank you so much for taking the time to write this its honestly so fucking amazing. hopefully u can see more of their family dynamic in this drabble :)

Rays of sunlight slither through the cracks in the blinds of the living room, allowing Taehyung's father enough light to scan the newspaper he holds in his hand, with the musical, happy chirping of mockingbirds filling in the silence. All of these beautiful signs of nature and peaceful rotation of the earth makes Taehyung tense up even more.

The moment he got back home from buying drugs, his father greeted him in monotone with a, "would you sit with me for a moment?" and he hasn't spoken since. The zipperbag in his pocket crinkles every time he shifts in his seat, making him cringe momentarily before he starts nervously fidgeting again.

This is so awkward and yet equivalent to hearing: we need to talk. God, why is he so silent?

Clearing his throat, Taehyung stands just as his father flips a page with a lick of his thumb. "I'm going to my room really quick."

"No."

"Oh." When will his step-mother return? She's his only hope as he sits down while avoiding looking at his father, whose gaze is set on the black and white printed pages.

It's only a minute later when he talks without diverting his gaze.

"Your sister is in her room, researching her major to get a headstart on a typical syllabus."

"Smart," he comments with disinterest and nibbles on his upper lip.

"Taehyung, how was your attendance in college?" he folds the newspaper and curiously peeks at his son, who is doing a poor job at hiding his nerves.

"It was alright–"

"Lying is a sin, son," his movements are aristocratic when he leans his chin on his fist. "Don't lie."

"I'm not," he stammers and his eyes flicker, "it was bad at the beginning of the year, but I fixed it."

His father pinches the bridge of nose where his frames lie. "I love your sister, Taehyung," he sighs and takes off his glasses, "I want her to do well. I've given up on you, but her? She can accomplish great things if you're not there to influence her. You're a bad influence. Are you following me?"

Taehyung nods dumbly with a racing heart before registering his words and shaking his head. "What?" he blurts. "I used to help her with her homework all the time–"

"You were home once every month."

"Just because you didn't see me doesn't mean I didn't see her," he coldly says. That's not entirely accurate, but it is true that he saw you more than he saw his parents before he started living here again. For you.

His father is taken aback, offended as he scoffs, "You avoided me and your mother, and yet have the face to stay in our home?" He stands up and passes the coffee table that was Taehyung's only barrier to hover over him with distance. "I expected so much more from you, but you can't even do the bare minimum. An adult without a stable job, respectable girlfriend, and embarrassing grades. I'm ashamed to have raised such a boy, for I can't even call you a man."

Taehyung abruptly stands but he continues, "If you can't even pay rent, go back to that landfill you came from."

"I have to pay rent to live with my family?" He's livid and his hands shake by his sides; they're taking you away from him because what? He isn't the son they wanted him to be?

"You've made it clear that the only thing keeping you here is my daughter," he blindly points at the closed door of your room, "and you will have to try much harder to see her again. Get your life together, and you can come back."

Taehyung's face is heated with anger from the injustice. "What the fuck?! This is such bullshit; you're kicking me out?"

His father frowns at his language, growling, "Taehyung! I will not let you drag her down that path with you. When you stop destroying everything you touch, I'll gladly let you live here."

Destroy? He hasn't done any harm to anyone—especially not you. He knows he's self-destructive, but it doesn't extend to his environment. If he fails, it's his failure, but his father takes it personally instead of encouraging him to do better.

The importance of reputation and success in this family enrages him; he's aware that he's not much of an affectionate person either, but a little love wouldn't hurt to witness in the household.

Instead of defending himself or speaking his mind, he obliges bitterly.

"You need to get laid," are his last words before he slams the door and opens the zipper bag to pop a pill. Ecstasy isn't so fun when you're not around, but he can use the distraction. It's been a bad day.

He flips off a stray cat idling around the garden before casually leaving the property.

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Studying isn't fun for you, never has been, never will be. Though you hate every second of it, it does give you something to do to make time pass faster. You've been tutoring yourself about things you'll learn sooner or later anyway, but you guess it doesn't hurt to have to study less when the time comes.

You check the time. It's approaching night at 9 PM, and your father wouldn't protest against a break now, hopefully. He only suggested that you should start studying, but you know what his suggestions really mean.

Do it, or get shamed into doing it with subtle glances.

As if that isn't enough, he constantly checked up on you throughout the day. He wasn't exactly giving you a choice, which irks you.

But that's done and over with, and there's a more pressing matter at hand: where is Taehyung? You heard bits and pieces of the argument, but you couldn't get the whole scoop. You worry he's going to go back to his old habits of never being here, rarely seeing you. He would've been hanging out with you six hours ago out of routine... It can't just be you being clingy. Something happened.

You: are you coming home tonight?

The response takes a few minutes.

taehyung: nop

taehyung: but i am coming to ur room

taehyung: cuz ik u cant sleep without me 😖

You: actually the opposite but ok lol

You: when are you coming

taehyung: whenever u want uwu

You: uwu...?

You: just come before it gets too late

—————

So that was a lie. It's 1 AM and still no word from Taehyung. Okay, maybe you're just being clingy now, but it's unlike him not to be clingy. Maybe he wanted to cool off for a long time after his tak with your step-dad, or simply wanted to hang out with his friends after spending all of his time with you.

That makes sense. What doesn't is the slide of your window and shuffling of your curtains. You instantly sit up in your bed and clutch your blanket closer. You watch a silhouette enter your room as you pick up your limp, your tense muscles relaxing only when you recognize the intruder. You put down the lamp with a click of your tongue, ignoring the relief in your pounding heart.

"Hey," he stupidly grins at you. He looks disheveled, clothes untucked and wrinkled, and from the little light you have, you can see his redshot eyes.

"There's also the door," you remark sassily. "Are you um... high?"

He shrugs and crawls in your bed, dismissive as usual. You both make an effort to keep your voices quiet.

"I talked to mom earlier," you ease into the discussion until he butts in.

"That's great."

You roll your eyes and prop an elbow to look down at him. His head lies on his hands while staring at you, mood strangely upbeat. He's definitely high.

"She was a little sad about something, and I know it involves you. I heard you talking to–" You're interrupted with a lingering peck, a little rough in its force but not unwelcomed.

"I've missed kissing you. Shouldn't you be asleep, by the way?"

Recovering from the unexpected attack, you reply, "It's not that late. I don't have to wake up early."

"You shouldn't ruin your sleep schedule," he tucks a hair strand behind your ear without taking his eyes off of you. "Staying up is hard to stop once you start."

"Yeah, you're a great example," you joke with a quiet giggle. Whispering with him feels intimate in a heart fluttering way. His heart pangs with a feeling he can't put a finger on. "You didn't answer my question."

"Hm?"

"Don't play dumb, I'm really curious. What happened with dad?"

"A lot of things happen with dad," he shrugs, "sometimes we play catch–"

"Taehyung," you give him a pointed look, and he giggles.

"You're right, he'd never play catch with me." He groans as he stretches in your bed before trapping you with his arms on either side of you in one motion. You don't know what he's trying to do, but you watch him above you in amusement. "No offence, but when is your mom not sad when my dad is around?" he laughs with a huff.

"That's rude, Tae," you remark seriously, "she's happy when you're around."

Taehyung's smile falters like yours, his happy guise crumbling when he says, "Are you?"

"Pfft," you roll your eyes, "What do you think? I was up waiting for you."

Ah. That's not a very good influence.

"I'm here now," he whispers, "go to sleep. It's okay, I won't do anything, I know you worked hard today."

You agree with a yawn and nod. But even in your sleepy state, you can read the room—Taehyung is especially attentive of his tone and volume aside from being so tense. "Are you alright?"

"I'm in and on ecstasy," he falls back on his former spot, "I can't not be alright."

"Taehyung, I haven't seen you all day–"

"Yeah, because I didn't want to be here," he looks at you dead in the eye, "and I don't want you to be here."

You blink rapidly, slightly shaking your head in confusion, "What are you saying?"

"Move in with me."

He's met with cold silence, so he persuades persistently, "Don't you want to get away from here? You'll have so much more freedom with me, and I can help you with your assignments and everything. It'll be perfect."

"I— do you... Where?" Taehyung is high and he doesn't know what he's saying is what you believe because this is so out of the blue, so irrational, but he describes it like it's utopia; you are not completely against the idea.

"I have enough money from drug dealing to rent an apartment, and you can tell dad that you want to move out to be like an adult or whatever, that you have a stable job, without mentioning me," he rambles, and his dilated pupils are more noticeable up close; it slightly puts you off.

"Wh-what about mom?"

He scoffs, "If she wants out, she can get her second divorce. Don't worry about them; after all, they're apparently the only real adults here," he relates back to not being worthy of being called a man. You shift away from him little by little. "Just trust me."

The phrase is triggering for you, a reminder of the time you were tricked into trusting him moments before your trauma. "We'll talk about this when you're sober," you meekly say, avoiding eye contact.

A wicked smile grows on his face, "I can't wait, princess."

[ikemensweetheart]

Fireflies Chapter One

A Luka x Reader Story

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You grew up next door to the Clemance brothers.

You would consider Jonah your best friend and there was something more between you and Luka.

Some time after Luka leaves Red Territory,  you find yourself trapped in an arranged marriage.

Desperate to escape, you follow his example.

There, fate brings you back together.

But how will this love story play out?

*Author's notes: This took long than I expected to write.

The air was warm and full of music. Lanterns lit up the night as couples danced and laughed together in an open field as crickets joined in the chorus.

A young man sighed, his dark hair gleaming in the light as he watched the dancers from a safe distance away. "Why am I even here?" He asked the violet eyed man sitting next to him at the picnic table.

"Because it's our duty to protect these people, Luka." his companion replied. "We can't do that if we don't form bonds with them and what better way to do that than a party."

Luka blew his bangs out of his face.

Sirius gave him an amused smile. Luka really wasn't one for parties and it showed.

"Hey," he said after a moment. "Let's go get something to drink."

Luka looked up at him skeptically before speaking. "I guess."

Together, the two Black Army officers stood up and walked over to the refreshment table at the edge of the field. 

"Hey, Luka! Sirius!" Fenrir waved to them from a cluster of people near the table. "Finally decided to join the party, I see."

"You look like you're having fun." Sirius commented.

"You betcha." Fenrir replied grinning. 

Just then, Seth came out from among the dancers. "Phew, I'm parched." He declared, walking over to the refreshment table. "Oh, Luka. Are you here to dance?"

"No." Luka said. "I'm just here for a drink." He added, reaching for a cup and then pouring himself some lemonade.

"What?!" Seth exclaimed. "And miss out on spending time with all these lovely ladies?"

"He's right, you gotta live a little, Luka." Fenrir added.

Luka shook his head. "No thanks." He the took a drink from his cup

Seth and Fenrir give each other a conspiracitory look.

They nod and both move to stand behind Luka. "Look, see that group of girls right there? Why don't you go over and ask one of them to dance?" Seth whispered into Luka's ear.

"What? No!" Luka yells as the two of them start pushing him towards the aforementioned group of girls several. feet away from the refreshment table, chatting with one another as they waited for someone to ask them to dance.

Right into a you as you were stepping away from the table.

You yelp as the two of you collide and you go tumbling to the ground.

"Oh no. Are-are you alright?" Luka asks, kneeling down to offer you a hand up.

"Yeah, I'm okay…" Luka freezes as your familiar eyes look up to meet his own golden amber ones.

Your face looks exactly as he remembers, long hair tumbling softly around your shoulders.

You stare at him with the same disbelief he's feeling.

"Luka?" You murmur.

"MC?" He whispers back.

It was you. MC Saint-James. Your family was one of the wealthiest families that didn't hold a rank in the Red Army. Your family's estate had been right next to his. The two of you were the same age, so you had often played together as children.

He hadn't seen you in years, not since he had left for boarding school. You were much more filled out than when he had told you goodbye. You weren't a lanky teenager anymore and you were even prettier than he remembered...

He stared at you, his brain going a thousand miles a minute.

What was he supposed to do? What was he supposed to say? He never dreamed in a million years he would see you again.

The mere sight of you brought old feelings back up to the surface.

"Friend of yours, Luka?" Fenrir asks, stepping up beside him. Interrupting Luka's thoughts.

"Well, um-" Luka's cheeks started to turn red. How was he going to explain this?

"How come you never told us you knew such a pretty lady?!" Seth demands, indignantly. 

Luka's face grew even redder. Meanwhile, you giggled "Well, thank you. I'm MC."

"Seth Hyde, at your service and this is Fenrir."

"Hey." Fenrir says, giving you a dashing smile.

"Alright, that's enough." Sirius cut in before the two of them could get any further. He then turned to you. "Sorry about them. They tend to get a little over zealous. You're not hurt, are you?"

"No, I'm fine. Thank you." You reply, taking the hand he was now offering. "Good." Sirius gives you a small smile as he helps you up. Luka quickly gets to his feet as well. 

Sirius then turns to face Seth and Fenrir, his face becoming serious. "You two with me." 

"What? But Sirius!"

"Things are getting good!" 

"No buts. Come on." Sirius takes the other two by the arms, leaving you and Luka alone at the table.

The two of you stand there awkwardly. Luka nervously shuffles his feet before asking. "What are you doing here? In Black Territory, I mean."

"I live here now."

Luka blinked owlishly. "Oh." His gaze returned to his feet.

There is another pause. The music fades away as another song ends.

"Congratulations." You say suddenly. Luka looks up at you confused. "Hm?"

"I heard you were promoted to Jack of Spades. That's not an easy feat, or so I've been told."

"Ah... Thanks."

You lapse once more into awkward silence.

Luka was about to try to excuse himself when the band started up a lively new song.

Your eyes light up and you look at him. "Do you want to dance?" You ask. Luka's eyes go wide.  "Uuh..."

You break out grinning as you take his hand and lead the way out onto the dance floor. "Come on, Luka!"

'Come on, Luka.' You used to always say that before leading him into some kind of adventure.

You fall into the rhythm of the reel with ease, though it takes Luka a moment to follow the tune was a lot faster tban he was used to, but soon the two of you are spinning, twirling and weaving around the other dancers like it was the most natural thing in the world.

It felt good. It felt good to see your smile again.

When the song ends the two of you collapse on the edge of the field laughing and giggling.

"That was fun." You declare.

"I thought…" Luka said as he struggled to catch his breath. "You hated dancing."

"I hated those stuffy, dull, never-ending parties and the waltzes that went with them." You reply, laying down in the grass. "But not these. These parties are so full of life. It's wonderful"

Luka gave a small chuckle. She hasn't changed. He thought to himself.

Once the two of you caught your breath, you sat back up to see the dancer floor was starting to empty. "I guess it's time to start heading home." You murmured, sounding disappointed.

"Do… Do you want me to walk with you?" Luka asked quietly.

You look over at him, your eyes widening a fraction before you smile at him. "Sure."

"Alright, then." Luka gets to his feet and offers you his hand. You take it and he pulls you up to your feet.

"Which way are we going?" He asks.

"This way." You take the lead, walking away from the lantern light and into the night.

The moon guided your way as the two of you walked down a dirt road. It was quiet other than the sound of the crickets singing among the grass.

Luka had so many questions that he wanted to ask you, but where to start?

"How long have you been in Black Territory?" He finally asks. "About six months now."

That long? "How's your mother?"

Your smile immediately vanished. "She's passed away." Your words barely more than a whisper.

Luka stops dead in his tracks. "Oh…" he breaths. "I'm so sorry." He wished he had something better to say. Your mother had been so kind to him over the years, it hurt to think that she was gone.

You stop too, turning to look at him. "It's okay, I'm just glad she didn't have to witness the fallout between Father and me."

"What do you mean?" He asked as the two of you resumed walking. "Do you remember Andre Montgomery?" You ask in return.

"The scumbag?" The mention of the name had Luka's stomach twisting in disgust.

"Father was pushing for me to marry him." 

Luka found himself skidding to a halt once more. He stared at you in disbelief, mouth agape.

Once again, You stop and turn. There was a sadness to your face, your head drooping slightly. "Pretty much my reaction too. Father wasn't taking no for an answer though. There was no talking any reason into him." You lift your head up and give him a reluctant smile. "At least some good came out of it. I can see you again."

Luka doesn't say anything when you start walking again. 

The two of you go a little ways before he asks: "Have you been settling in alright?" His move into Black Territory had been buffered by boarding school. You coming from the lifestyle you used to live straight away couldn't have been easy for you.

"It's been a challenge, but my new neighbors have been a godsend." He couldn't help but smile. He was glad that you managed to find yourself some good people to help you.

"Have you found a job?" He knew several businesses that would hire you if you didn't.

"Yeah. It's at an adorable little booklender in Central, right across from the park. It's called Callahan's Books."

Luka knew exactly where she was talking about. It was on Seth's patrol route. No wonder he hadn't crossed paths with you until now.

Suddenly, you gasp, pulling him out of his thoughts. "Luka, look."

"What?" He asks when you grab his hand and drag him to the side of the road. "Fireflies."

Sure enough, the meadow along the side of the road was filled with hundreds for fireflies dancing in the night air.

"Remember when we used to sneak out to go watch them?" You ask. "I remember you used to be adamant that they were baby stars." He says.

You stick your lip out in a pout, a light blush dusting your cheeks. "I was six, okay? Give me a break." 

You both look at each other then burst out giggling. "There was always a scolding waiting for us when we got home, but it was worth it."

"Yeah." Luka smiles and nods. "It's getting late." He then says. "Yeah." You reply. "My home isn't much farther ahead."

You sigh, leaving the fireflies to their dance as you made the last stretch of the walk home.

All too soon, you reach a group of cottages clustered together with their neat little fenced in gardens.

You walk up to a cottage that looks slightly shabbier than the rest. "Well," you say. "This is it, home sweet home."

Luka studies it quietly. The siding needed a fresh coat of paint. The fence was in desperate need of mending and weeds were rampant in the garden. Other than that, it looks sturdy. "I mean, it still needs a lot of work, but it's not as bad as when I first moved in." You explain at the fence gate. "I'd invite you in for tea, but it's already so late." You add. Luka smiles at you. "Yeah." He murmurs. "Rain check then?"

He nods and you smile back at him. "Alright. I'll hold you to it. Goodnight, Luka."

"Goodnight, MC." Luka responds as you step into the garden. 

He waits until you've entered the cottage before turning away and making his way back to his own home.

To be continued....

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Chapter 2

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