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redvoid-40 · 4 years ago

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Chapter 11: Overcoming the Second Phase

Hello everyone! I know I’m obsessing almost exclusively over the Tales of Arcadia fandom, but I haven’t forgotten this fic yet. Although I do wonder: is anyone still reading/interested in this? Should I keep posting new chapters?

Fanfic title: ??? Word count: 2837 Fandom: Naruto Pairing: eventual Gaara x OC, cannon pairings Genre: Friendship, Adventure, Hurt/Comfort Warnings: None

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It was well into nighttime when Team Rashu found themselves in a secluded spot to rest. The three Genin settled on taking shifts for sleeping, so there would always be someone awake in case of an ambush. After being scolded and throttled by Aoni, Shin was quick to offer to take the first one.

“You sure about this, Shin-chan?” Hajii asked, already lying down, left hand clutching his sister’s.

“Yeah. I have a hard time falling asleep, anyway. You two rest up.”

“Wake me in a couple of hours, okay?” Aoni spoke, lying down by her brother’s side.

Shin smiled.

“Okay.”

---

It was still dark, but birds were already chirping when Shin woke Aoni up, gently shaking her shoulder.

“Aoni-chan-” She whispered. “-I’m sorry to wake you, but I’m drifting off now. Would you keep watch?”

Aoni sat up and glared at her. “Shin-chan! It’s almost morning!” She whispered. “You should’ve woken me hours ago.”

“Ahh, I wasn’t sleepy before. I couldn’t stop thinking about that guy… Also, I figured it would be best if Hajii slept through the night. I know how much he hates the dark.”

Aoni glanced at her brother, eyes softening at finding him still fast asleep. “Still, you should’ve woken me earlier. We could’ve split the time evenly between the two of us.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m used to a couple of all-nighters now and then. I only woke you up because I feel my attention is starting to drop now. It wouldn’t be safe for me to keep watch in this state.”

“Of course. Get some shut eye already. We leave for the Tower in an hour.”

---

Morning came, and with it Team Rashu started moving towards the Tower. From branch to branch they jumped as fast as possible while Shin kept reaching out with her chakra, ready to find anyone before they could find them.

“Guys! Wait!” She called, causing the trio to stop. “I can feel some chakras up ahead.”

“How many and how far? Should we take a detour?” Hajii asked.

“They’re a couple dozen meters in front of us. We can avoid them if we want. But…”

“Yes?” He asked.

“There are many chakras there. Over ten.” Shin began, index finger twirling around her hair. “And… my friends are there too.”

Hajii sighed in exasperation. “Not again.”

“Sorry! But couldn’t we just… check on them?” She asked, voice trembling. “We could approach carefully, just to see if they’re okay. They don’t even need to know we’re there!”

“What if they’re in danger?” Hajii asked, one eyebrow raised. “Can you promise you won’t do anything stupid?”

Shin blushed and averted her eyes. Of course she couldn’t promise that. “Hajii, please.”

“Shin-“

“We should go.” Aoni said, causing Shin and Hajii to turn to her with wide eyes. The girl stared back at her brother with serious eyes. “This is not some random guy who attacked us. These are her friends, Hajii.” Aoni pointed out. “Shin wouldn’t hesitate in helping us if it was Kotarou who was in danger.”

Shin’s eyes widened even further. It was uncommon for either sibling to mention their former teammate; his leaving the team was still a sensitive topic. Hajii sighed, kinda shaking, kinda nodding his head.

“Two against one isn’t fair…” He said. “Ugh, fine. Let’s just get this over with. I don’t want to spend another night in this horrible place.”

“Thank you, Hajii-chan!” Shin beamed. “We’ll be done with this real quick, you’ll see. I’m sure they have everything under control!”

---

When they arrived at the scene, Team Seven had things under control. But not in the way Shin had expected at all.

S-Sasuke-kun? From her hiding place at a treetop, Shin watched in shock as Sasuke held down one of the Otogakure Ninjas. His smile was crooked, his body was covered by dark, strange markings. And his chakra- That’s not his chakra.

Shin swallowed and exchanged a look with her equally surprised teammates. They nodded at her, and the trio jumped to the ground while Shin’s brown eyes took in everything around her. Naruto was on the floor, unconscious, and so was Rock Lee. The other two members of Lee’s team - Shin couldn’t remember their names - were atop a tree branch, with their gazes trained on the leader of the Oto-Nins. Shikamaru, Ino and Chouji were there too, taking cover in a bush a few feet away. And Sakura...

“Shin!”

At the call of her name, Shin at last fixed her gaze on her. The girl was badly hurt, with cuts all over her body and one eye threatening to swallow shut. And her long pink hair...

“Are you alright, Sakura?” Shin asked, running towards her so she could gently comb her pink hair away from her face to examine her bruises. “What happened to you all? What’s wrong with... Sasuke?”

Sakura shook her head, tears in her eyes. “I-I don’t know. It was a man named Orochimaru. He bit Sasuke-kun yesterday and now…” Sakura’s voice trailed off as both girls looked to the boy. He was smiling wickedly down at his foe, pulling both of his arms back at an unnatural angle. Despite the Oto-Nin’s screams, he continued to pull and pull and pull.

The sound of the Ninja’s arms popping out of their sockets made bile rise in Shin’s throat.

That’s not Sasuke…

“Stop!”

Shocked, Shin watched Sakura leap to her feet and run towards the boy to embrace him tightly, as if trying to physically reign in that terrible bloodlust he was emanating. When Sasuke looked back at Sakura, Shin leaped to her feet, fearing he’d hurt her. To her - and everyone’s - relief, Sasuke seemed to come back to his senses. His markings receded and his chakra eased into the controlled thrumming Shin had grown used to.

“You have some pretty interesting friends, Shin-chan.”

Shin glanced at Hajii and Aoni. Both were staring at Sasuke with wide eyes, muscles tense and weapons in hand. When she looked down at herself, Shin found her right hand wrapped tightly around her kunai as well.

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After all was said and done and the Oto-Nins took their leave, the remaining Genin savoured a few moments of reprieve and gathered their bearings. There was safety in numbers and at the moment there were twelve of them together; it was a rare chance for all to gather information and tend to any injuries with tranquillity. After waking up Naruto and convincing Hajii to do some first aid on him, Sasuke and Rock Lee, Shin sat down with Sakura and Ino, as the blonde cut the first’s hair. In-between the two’s usual bickering, Sakura explained to them what had happened yesterday and how it all seemed to come back to just one name.

“Orochimaru…” Shin let the syllables roll off her tongue, as her eyes narrowed. “So he’s responsible for all of this. We need to find out who he is and prepare. I doubt this will be the last we hear of him.”

Sakura and Ino gave her a surprised stare, but before either could say anything Hajii had approached them with a first aid satchel and an improvised wooden bowl filled with water in in his hands.

“I patched up that fashion atrocity, Shin-chan-” he said.

Shin pouted. “Don’t talk about Lee-senpai like that Hajii-chan...”

Hearing that, Lee called out to Shin with a big smile on his face and two thumbs up. “Thank you, Shin-kun! I knew I could count on you to understand the fire in my spirit!”

Hajii looked back at the green-clad boy before turning back to Shin with an eyebrow raised. He didn’t say anything, but that look spoke everything.

Shin chuckled. “You can’t deny his energy is very uplifting.”

Hajii scoffed. “Whatever. Just come so I can look at your arm. I was going to take a second look at it once we got to the Tower, but since we’re all taking a little break, we can get it done now. Come on.”

With a parting smile to the girls, Shin followed Hajii to a more secluded spot in the clearing so he could look at her wound in peace. Shin swallowed as the boy untied the bandages around her shoulder. They were stained with old blood and as the pressure let out, her wound immediately oozed out fresh blood and even a bit of pus, making Shin scowl in distaste. And when Hajii touched the skin surrounding the wound, she couldn’t help but let out a little whine.

Hajii clicked his tongue. “It doesn’t look good. Shin-chan, it might be best if you lay down for this.”

“What are you going to do?” The girl’s voice trembled as she asked, but she followed his orders.

Hajii kneeled close to her left shoulder and pulled out a pair of silicone gloves from his first aid satchel and some antiseptic solution and gauze. “I need to clean the wound well, scrub all the pus and dead tissue out before wrapping it with gauze again. First, I’m going to wash it with water and then with the solution. Unfortunately, I don’t know any healing Ninjutsu, so this will have to do until we get to the Tower.”

Shin was about to say something when Naruto approached them and plopped down at her right side. “Ew! This look terrible, Shin-chan. Believe it!”

“Thank you, Naruto-chan. That’s just what I needed to hear.” Shin said, face pale.

“Hehehe, Sorry.” The boy spoke, rubbing the back of his head. “Want me to hold your hand?”

“... Yes.”

Naruto smiled brightly and grabbed her right hand. “Just focus on me, Shin-chan! I’ll tell you all about how I kicked ass yesterday do you won’t even feel anything, believe it!”

Naruto’s gesture and words were well-intentioned, but the moment Hajii inserted a gloved finger to debride any dead tissue inside her wound, he fainted. Shin was too busy holding back her groans of pain and doing her best to keep still to do anything more than push him away so he didn’t fall on top of her.

“I really hope we have some proper medical attention there.” Hajii commented as he held her wound open and poured water into it. “Or else I’ll have to clean it again and then stitch it.”

At that, Shin whimpered like a kicked dog.

---

It was before noon when Team Rashu arrived at the Tower. After a warm greeting from Iruka, the three Genin made their way inside the Tower, eyes darting back and forth as they looked for the Infirmary.

“Iruka-sensei said it should be just around here.” Shin mused.

“I hope this doesn’t take too long. I’m dying for a shower.” Aoni spoke, running a hand through her oily hair.

“Ah! Why don’t you guys explore the place while I look for the Infirmary?” Shin suggested. “Maybe find out if there are any rooms for us and get cleaned up?”

The twins exchanged a look, tempted by the offer. “You sure about this, Shin-chan?”

“Of course! There’s no reason for you guys to waste time just waiting for me when you could be resting. I’ll find you once I’m done here.”

“We don’t mind waiting, Shin-chan.” Aoni said.

Shin smiled at her friends and waved them off. “Just go, you two.”

---

“You’re the first to come here looking for medical attention, you know? I’m surprised.” The Medic-Nin at the Infirmary told her. “And there are two teams here already.”

Shin blushed at that comment and looked down as she continued to heal her shoulder. So, not only there were teams who had finished the Second Phase before them, they were also in better shape.

“No need to be embarrassed. You did well in coming here. This cut was pretty deep and without proper care it could give you a lot of trouble.” The Medic-Nin reassured and gave her a smile. "This healing session should be enough, but there’s still a chance of infection, so I need you to pay attention to any signs of inflammation. If you get a fever, notice any exaggerated swelling, pain or drainage, come back for me to take a second look, alright?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

---

Once her shoulder was nice and healed, Shin wandered around the Tower’s hallways, looking for a shower and a bed. Her hour-long nap earlier that morning had fulfilled its mission and got her through the second day in the Forest of Death, but now she needed proper sleep. But just as she reached the first flight of stairs there was a bark behind her.

“Yoohoo! Look who’s here!”

Shin turned around, smiling widely at finding Team Ten standing right in front of her.

“Hinata-chan, Kiba-kun and Shino-kun!” Shin called excitedly. “You guys made it, congratulations!”

Hinata smiled shyly. “Y-You too, Shin-san. Congratulations.”

“Guess you did well in ditching those losers for a new team, huh, Shin?” Kiba teased. “I bet they lost their scroll already.”

“They are not losers, and I didn’t ditch anyone. We made an arrangement so all of us could take part in the Exams.” Shin pouted. “And I’ve met with them less than an hour ago. They’re still going strong. I bet they’ll be here in no time.”

“Heh! If you say so.” Kiba said, with a smirk.

“More importantly…” Shin began, lowering her gaze to the little pup tucked into Kiba’s coat. “Akamaru seems to be shaking. Is he okay?”

The whole Team Ten tensed at her words and Kiba’s smile dropped as he raised a hand to pet Akamaru’s head comfortingly. “It’s not his fault. We met-”

“Oh, great. That brat is here too.”

As one, Team Ten froze in front of her and Shin could almost taste the fear surrounding them. Slowly, she turned around, following their gaze to find none other than the Sand-Nins walking towards them. The girl was smiling confidently, Kankuro had a half-smirk, half-snarl on his lips and Gaara-

Akamaru whimpered behind her and Shin understood immediately who had terrified him so.

-Gaara had the same detached expression on his face as he stared at her.

“Congratulations to you three.” Shin spoke, politely bowing her head. “I can’t say I’m surprised at finding you here already.”

“Well, I am in seeing you here at all.” Kankuro replied. “I didn’t expect a little brat like you to make the cut. Although I see that annoying orange friend of yours isn’t here, so there’s that.”

“There’s still time. I’m sure he’ll be here soon.” Shin chuckled awkwardly, letting her gaze wander over the three Genin before settling on Gaara.

The redhead didn’t have a single scratch or speck of dust on him. Shin knew he was strong - much stronger than she could comprehend - but it still took her by surprise by how unmarred he was. Despite her own team not meeting any others on their way here, there was a slight altercation between them and a giant boar, and even Aoni got herself a few bruises and cuts.

“You look like this was a walk in the park.” Shin commented, raising her brown eyes to Gaara’s sea-foam gaze.

The boy scoffed and everyone - including his teammates - seemed to freeze at his response. Their reaction alone was almost enough to make the girl apologise for her words, fearing they might be seen as some provocation.

“This is nothing.” The boy spoke, lips curling in distaste. “The real deal will come later, when all the weak ones are disposed of, and only the strong remain. That’s when… I’ll prove my existence.”

Shin’s polite smile fell as something dark and unhinged tainted the boy’s chakra. His eyes were blown wide, and he stared at her as if she was some long-awaited event, a main course of sorts, to be carved into and consumed until there was not one bone left that wasn’t licked clean.

“W-We should be going!” The blonde Sand-Nin announced suddenly. “Right, Kankuro?”

“R-Right.” Kankuro answered, a slight tremble in his word. “We should take some time to polish our weapons and check our inventory. Right, Gaara?”

The redhead didn’t respond and Shin was incapable of breaking eye-contact with him. She was terrified of him. And yet- This chakra… what is this? It’s almost like that time at the bridge in the Land of Waves when Naruto’s chakra changed. So much chakra… so powerful. So… mouth-watering. Pupils blown wide, Shin took in a deep breath. Maybe, if she was careful, she could reach out with her own energy, just to brush it against his. If she could just-

“We should get going too!” Kiba spoke loudly, pulling on her shoulder. “Come on, Shin!”

Spell broken, Shin’s chakra contracted back to herself as she suddenly faced Kiba and Akamaru. She blinked and nodded once before following Team Eight up the stairs. When she looked back over her shoulder, she found Gaara staring at her with bloodlust overflowing from his eyes. Mixed with it, she thought she saw some curiosity.

Shin didn’t know which scared, and which excited her most.

#gaara #gaara x oc #naruto #sasuke sakura #ocs #fanfic #i hope the tags show this time #so frustrating

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babieyangyang10 · 5 years ago

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violent ends (chapter 10)

(chapter 10)

series masterlist

genre: hunger games!au

pairings: huang renjun x oc, na jaemin x oc

warnings: language, mentions of injuries, mentions of sex, fighting, and death (so sorry for this one)

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Jaemin's POV

"Athena, run!" I yell, before my feet start moving. Flames rip at my skin as I pass more and more trees.

However, I don't get far, before I'm colliding with something hard. I grunt falling down to the ground.

"Jisung!" That something was Mark Lee. We stare at each other with wide eyes.

"Hyung, I don't think that's Jisung." Chenle trails off. I crawl backwards, trident no where to be found.

"Athena, get-" I turn around for help, to be met with just trees behind me, "Wait, where'd she go?"

"Who?"

I explain, still breathing heavily, "Lee Athena, she was right behind me. I guess we must have gotten separated."

"We're looking for a kid named Jisung. Blond hair. Kinda skinny. This tall." Chenle gestures his height above his head.

"I haven't seen him," I realize that not only do I not have Athena, but I also don't have any weapons or supplies, "Oh fuck, what am I going to do now?”

"Well, they should be close by. Maybe we could look together!" Chenle suggests.

"Chenle, he's dangerous." Mark spits at the younger boy.

"Yeah, with no weapons or even anything on him. Real dangerous," Chenle rolls his eyes, "Besides, even if he wanted to kill us, he would've tried by now."

I hate to say it, but I am desperate. I literally have nothing. If I disagree with Chenle, Mark Lee will definitely kill me right here.

I began pleading with him. "Listen, I need to find her," I pause, "she's just really important to me. I'll even help you find the kid."

A look of pity appears on Mark's face. "Fine, but we're splitting up and Chenle," He looks to the boy, "you're going to be the one who stays with him. Always keep your weapon ready. Meet me back at camp at sunset."

"Thank you, Mark." I breath out, truly grateful.

“I’m going to be looking in the direction of our camp to see if they’re in that area. The two of you will check around here.” He heads off towards the direction of the Lake.

Meanwhile, Chenle and I begin in the opposite direction. We decided to try to retrace our steps and try to find tracks where we last saw them.

As time passes, I feel my chest sink more and more. How could I be so stupid to lose her like that? Although, I haven’t heard any cannons. That’s good, right?

“So, what’s the deal with you two? Is it really real?” Chenle asks about the girl on my mind.

I hum, “I think so. I meant what I said.” It was the truth, even if the cameras are on me now.

“Ooh, love at first sight!” He teases in a high-pitched voice.

Laughing, I respond with, “So, how did the three of you decide to team up?”

“Mark was the one who asked us. Jisung and I were really surprised,” He furrowed his brows, “Like, why would this strong guy want to team up with us, the smallest tributes? I guess it was because we’re all in the lower districts and grew up very similar.”

Before I can respond, I hear the sound of laughing. “Careers!” I point, “Let’s hide in that tree.”

Grabbing on to a high branch, I pull myself up first. Chenle goes to do the same, but the branch snaps, causing him to fall to the ground.

“Look!” The Careers have spotted us.

Leaning down, I hold out my hand. I pull him up only just before they stop at the trunk of the tree.

“Haechan, go get them.” Lee Jeno barks at the man.

Haechan tries to climb the tree, but only falls down. Since the branch snapped, there’s no way he’ll be able to grab on to anything.

“I can’t. There’s no way!” He yells, frustrated. I can hear Chenle snickering from beside me.

However, no one laughs at Huang Renjun’s next harsh words, “Use your bow then.”

Chenle turns to me with fear in his eyes. Looking above, there’s no where else for us to climb. The two of us can’t take the three of them with just Chenle’s knife.

The District 1 tribute reaches back into his pouch on his back to load his bow. We wait in silence, until his hand comes out empty, “I forgot it at the Cornocopia.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Jeno looks furious, “Go get them, before I slit your neck open while your family watches on tv.”

Haechan, looking close to tears, begins towards the Cornocopia. Meanwhile, Jeno suddenly makes an observation, “Hey lover boy, where’s your girlfriend?”

Striking a nerve in me, I spit, “That’s none of your business.” I notice that it was starting to get dark. Mark should be waiting for us at the camp.

“Did she finally decide to ditch you?” I look down to see Renjun, looking intensely up at me.

“No.” I deny. Seeing that Chenle is rummaging around the tree, I try to distract the two of them.

“Why, are you missing her too much?” I direct it towards Renjun. Jeno, intrigued by my comment, turns to observe his ally’s reaction.

“Nope. Why would make you say that?” He pretends to be unaffected. Although, for a second, I swore I could see a hint of anger in his eyes.

“Oh, come on,” I narrow my eyes, “Don’t tell me you’ve never had a soft spot for Lee Athena. You grew up together didn’t you? Always competed with the other in school.”

“Really?” Jeno says, taking in my words.

“Yep, she told me all about it.” I laugh dryly to myself.

Renjun just pauses, he looks up at me with dark eyes before simply asking, “Did she tell you what happened the night before the first day of the games as well?”

Before anyone else can speak, a cannon goes off in the distance.

Athena’s POV

"I need to find Mark and Chenle. Could you help me back to our camp?" Jisung suggests after we finish eating the crackers from my bag.

That was easier said than done. Judging by both our conditions, we wouldn't make it far. Not to mention, how do I know I wouldn't be killed on sight by Mark Lee if I returned him?

Before I can answer, however, I hear the sound of beeping. From the sky, a little crate is falling from a parachute. A sponsor!

I catch it in my hands, quickly opening it. I first spot a piece of paper. The writing says, “heal up, hero.—T.”

Taeyong.

“Thank you for the sponsorship.” I gratefully say to the camera, before pulling out the jar inside. It contains a gooey substance, which I’m presuming is for our burns.

“Okay, Jisung. This might sting a little.” I warn, before crouching down. I apply the cream over his leg. His doe-eyes open wide, while he whimpers softly in pain.

Quickly, I notice the burnt skin on my hand where the cream had touch was now completely healed. I applied more to my other hand. Now, I can actually hold a weapon again. I also put in on my leg, feeling the pain ease away.

I feel as good as new. However, while Jisung’s skin is looking extremely better on his wound, he still is unable to walk. Because of this, I add another layer of cream for now.

“Okay, so your base is across the lake, take a left at the tree stump, then go straight?” I ask, while he eagerly nods.

“Well, I’m going to bring them back to you, since you can’t come to them. I’ll leave you with a knife. I wonder if there’s a way you could warn me of danger?” I ask myself.

“Well, back in eleven, we have this little signal.” He whistles a four-note melody, which causes mockingjays to sing it back to him.

“How about every now and then you whistle to check in on me? If you don’t hear it back from the mockingjays, then somethings gone wrong.” Jisung explains.

Once giving him a spare knife, I grab my things and begin following the stream upwards. Like we agreed, I would whistle and listen as the mockingjays would echo. Whenever I would hear it return, I couldn’t help but let out a little smile.

The stream eventually leads me to the lake, where I cross. I follow the directions Jisung gave me until I am met with a small shack of sticks.

“Athena?”

I throw my knife, which lands just centimeters away from Mark Lee’s head.

“Woah, I come in peace!” He holds up his weapon-less hands.

Breathing heavily, I apologize, “Sorry, but Jisung told me to find you. He’s injured. I left him by a pond, come follow me.”

Before we went, I whistled once more to Jisung. I waited and was met with the sound of silence. Even after trying again, there was still nothing.

“Something’s wrong!” I cried.

We began running, the water from the lake and stream, soaking us. However, all we cared about was Jisung. As I neared the pond, I could hear the sounds of excessive splashing.

Turning the corner, I am met with the sight of Haechan holding a struggling Jisung under the water. Hands flailing, he is trying to free himself, while Haechan is killing him slowly.

There was no hesitation. No guilt.

When the knife went flying from my hand, straight into Haechan’s left eye.

#nct dream smut #nct smut #nct dream #nct dream imagines #nct series #nct au #renjun #jaemin #jeno #haechan #mark lee #chenle #jisung #nct

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thebiasrekkers · 4 years ago

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Make It Right [BTS Mafia!AU]

Plot: “It’s always darkest before the dawn…” It’s a dog-eat-dog world in Seoul, South Korea. One has to dwell in the shadows in order to reach for the light. What are you willing to sacrifice in order to feel the sunlight on your face? What will it take to drag you back into darkness? How long will the journey be to make it right?

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Pairings: Jin x OC | Taehyung/Hoseok x OC | Yoongi/Jungkook x OC

Warnings: Graphic Violence, Heavy Language, Angst, Slow Burn, Smut

Previous Chapters: Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || Admin E’s WP || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 2,448

Tag List: @prisczero, @pinkpjmin, @btsaudge, @flowerwrites06, @unoriginal-username15432, @halussali, @hobipluto

Chapter 40: Let Go

”No, but I accept your blame. Really, it’s time to say goodbye.”

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Two weeks had passed since his encounter with Kihyun. Yoongi never would have guessed that seeing Kihyun under those circumstances would rattle him to the core. He’d been uneasy ever since, wondering when he would next run into the man; wondering if he would be better prepared for whatever words would come tumbling from his mouth next.

There was no lingering attachment there. At least not from Yoongi. That part of his life he’d put far behind him. He’d let it go when he traveled to the States and met Eden for the first time. He was able to see someone come from nothing, yet determined to make something of herself. She wasn’t the sort of person who accepted handouts and she always returned a favor – not wanting to place herself in the debt of others.

For the first time in a while, Yoongi thought of his family; the family he’d left behind in Hwaseong. His father, ironically, was the former police chief in the area. His mother ran her business from home, making calendars for people from the photos she’d taken. Yoongi adopted a love of photography thanks to her, but there were few moments when he ventured out with his camera. He just hadn’t had the time for it like he had when he was still a school kid.

Until now.

The shutter clicked wildly as he roamed around one of the parks in Gangnam. Spring was upon them. The blossoms from the cherry trees fluttered in waves on the ground and through the skies. The soft breeze tickled the hairs around his ears, reminding him that he probably needed to get a haircut soon. His legs carried him through the park, memories flooding his mind as he took nature shots and pictures of unsuspecting pedestrians.

There was a time when he would come to the park, usually late at night, with Eden. She hadn’t minded since there were nights when they both worked late. He frowned, recalling the memory of her laughing as she sprayed him with the bottle of water she had in her hand. His hair was drenched and water dripped from his eyelashes and chin, allowing her to get about a five-foot head start before giving chase.

She always let him catch her.

Yoongi sighed, shaking his head to chase the memory away. Stop, he chastised himself, you need to stop. She’s not here and she won’t be.

An image of Jungkook smiling widely as he embraced her replaced the vision in his mind. He paused in his steps, his hands cradling his camera lowering slowly. They finally fell to his sides and the weight of the camera tugged at the strap around his neck. A heaviness filled his chest until it finally collapsed into the pit of his stomach. Yoongi knew he had no right to feel anything at the sight of them together, whether in real life or in his own mind. The reality was still the same. He’d fucked up and his younger brother was doing the one thing he never had the courage to.

He was honest with the woman he loved.

Yoongi scoffed, reaching up to scratch at the side of his nose. A sardonic smile passed over his features as he admitted to himself that he had, in fact, loved that stubborn woman. That he was still in love with her. But he knew he’d blown it and there was no turning back the clock, no matter how much he might have wanted to. The situation was plain and clear as the daylight breaking through the canopy of trees over his head.

It was over. All he had to do was admit it to himself. Truly admit it.

Taking a few steps, he broke through a row of trees and deviated from the path. In the center of the park was a large rock near a man-made creek. The sunlight was always the best here, shining down without prejudice on whoever wished to seek out its light. His feet shuffled through the grass as he ducked under a low hanging branch, using his hand to shield his eyes from the mid-morning light that threatened to blind him.

Just as he was mentally cursing himself for not remembering to bring his sunglasses, he stopped and stared. For a moment, he thought he was seeing things and began to roughly rub his eyes with his fists. Blinking the prism-like spots from his vision, he looked again and saw that he hadn’t, in fact, been imagining things.

There, on the rock, laid Eden – sprawled out like a tiger who’d just finished devouring a kill that was hunted and sleeping off the heavy meal. Her olive skin glowed in the sunlight and he was surprised to see that she was willingly allowing the sun to touch her flesh. He remembered her saying how she hated the sun because it often baked her to a darker shade of brown than she liked, making her look Middle Eastern at times. Not that she had anything against them, but people were always getting her ethnic background wrong and it annoyed her.

Her chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, signifying that she was, in fact, asleep. Deep asleep, in fact. The gentle babbling from the creek and twittering of birds served as the perfect ambiance to rest and relax. There was a book opened face down on her stomach and her fingers splayed over the spine, holding it in place. But with each breath she took, it slowly slipped further and further from her hand. At the angle she was lying, the moment it left her fingers it would fall into the creek.

As if predicting the future, Yoongi watched the book begin its descent and he rushed forward, snatching up the book before it could meet its watery end. His heart hammered heavily against his ribs as he sighed, standing to his full height before closing the book. Eden mumbled something incoherent before rolling over on the smooth rock to readjust herself to a more comfortable position.

Yoongi was almost flabbergasted by this. He couldn’t remember a time when she’d allowed herself to be this vulnerable. Unless she believed she was safe, she would always jolt awake to the most innocent of sounds – a knife at the ready in her hand.

His brows furrowed while canting his head to the side. Is that it? Yoongi reached out with one hand, his fingers just barely touching her cheek. Do you feel safe here?

She groaned sleepily, causing him to flinch involuntarily. He yanked his hand back, as though he was being struck by a snake. Seconds later, Eden’s phone went off and she immediately sat up – patting her pockets for the item to get it to shut up. Yoongi stood rooted in his spot, unable to flee the scene. He continued to stare at her even as she groggily fisted her eyes to rid them of the sleepy haze sitting on the backs of her eyelids. Eden smacked her lips and then began looking around, her eyes falling on Yoongi.

As she looked at him, Yoongi didn’t move; he didn’t even breathe. Eden seemed to gather up her surroundings and the sleepiness in her gaze was quickly replaced with realization. Her eyes widened as her lips parted, prepared to scream at him. Without thinking, he reached out and covered her mouth with his hand, silencing whatever verbal onslaught she had prepared for him.

“Look, before you say anything, this is completely a coincidence,” he explained rapidly, feeling her huffing over his fingers, “so don’t get crazy, okay?”

Slowly, he removed his hand and held his arms up in surrender. She narrowed her eyes at him, the irritation evident. But she didn’t say anything. Yoongi wasn’t sure if he should be relieved or upset by her lack of clapbacks at that moment.

“Why are you sleeping here?”

“It’s a nice day out and I felt like taking a nap,” she said while standing from the rock, snatching the book from Yoongi’s hand. He’d almost forgotten he’d had it. “Sleeping on the rooftop gets too hot and I burn that way.”

“Yeah, I know…”

For a moment, no other words were shared between them. Even though Yoongi had so much he wanted to say, he couldn’t formulate the words the way he would have liked. Everything he tried to start with sounded like an excuse and all the other options made him sound like an idiot. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Yoongi sighed as he roughly rubbed the back of his head.

“Eden,” he began, his heart rate escalating a measure, “I just…” Eden’s gaze practically bore into his forehead and Yoongi considered averting his gaze. However, he thought better of it and, instead, cleared his throat loudly. “…I’m sorry.”

“For what?” she asked quickly, catching him off guard. Licking his lips, he just looked at her as she folded her arms across her chest. “What are you sorry for, Yoongi-ah? Hm? That you got caught or that I’m with Jungkook now?”

There it was. The dig he was waiting for. He’d prepared himself for it, but he didn’t expect hearing her say it out loud to hurt so much. It was like he’d been hit in the gut with a cannon ball, the proverbial wind knocked straight from his lungs.

It was quickly replaced with anger.

“Goddammit, woman,” he snarled, taking a step forward to close what little distance there was between them, “you are fucking impossible, you know that?”

She sniffed, smirking. “I do, actually.”

Eden moved to pass him, but he quickly grabbed her by her upper arm, yanking her back so that she was flush against his chest. A gasp spilled from her, causing her book to fall against the grass as it slipped from her fingers. She tried to jerk free from him, but he squeezed tighter. He saw her brow twitch, probably from how hard he was holding her, but Yoongi couldn’t stop.

His body moved faster than his brain could process, unable to prevent him from doing what he was getting ready to do. Still in his grasp, Yoongi pushed Eden until her back hit the trunk of a tree. The leaves shuddered with the sudden force placed on its surface and she let out a soft cry. Glaring up at him, he matched her gaze as he looked into her eyes – his reflection cast back at him from her dark umber tones. Eden’s lips pressed together into a thin line, slowly blinking at him. But he saw the tell-tale red flare around her neck to show that her anger was mounting with each passing second.

Yoongi pressed his hips against hers, further bracing her against the tree and preventing her from escaping. But she made no move to remove herself from the situation. Whether she believed it was fruitless or if she was unable to was something that Yoongi couldn’t figure out. Her expression was so impassive outside of her clear outrage. She could have pushed him aside, slapped him, kicked him in the shin or, hell, even kneed him in the nuts.

But she did none of that. The only sign of a visible struggle was the flex of her muscle against his fingers. Why wasn’t she fighting back?

“Yoongi-ah,” she said, cutting through the turmoil raging in his head. He blinked, looking at her �� really looking at her. But he couldn’t read the face she was making. “What do you want from me?”

“W-What?” He felt his mouth go dry and he involuntarily tried to swallow.

“You heard me.” She lazily blinked again. “What. Do. You. Want. From. Me?”

Eden made a point to enunciate each word of the question. It stung, like someone plucking hairs straight from the root of his head. But it was a question he wasn’t ready to answer. Or maybe he didn’t have an answer. He had every opportunity to fix the problems he’d caused. He had every chance in the world to come clean and he hadn’t. Asking anything from her, even now, would have been plain selfishness.

Yet, Yoongi wanted to be selfish. He wanted to be greedy. He wanted to play dirty and he wanted to be as unfair as humanly possible.

Instead of answering her, he leaned forward and forcefully pressed his lips against hers. He heard her sharp intake of breath and there was a sound of bark scraping from the tree and hitting the grass. Yoongi waited for her to shove him, slap him, or even to feel a sharp pain in his gut as she stabbed him. None of it came.

Nothing happened.

When he pulled back, Yoongi saw Eden’s eyes filling with tears. Whether they were angry tears or something else, he couldn’t be sure. When they finally leaked from her eyes, he took a step back and released the hold he had on her. His breath came out rapidly – like he’d broken the surface of the ocean after nearly sinking to his death.

There was clarity. Absolute clarity.

And it hurt him.

“Eden, I—”

“Wow,” she said, her bottom lip trembling as more tears streamed down her face, “you’re a real asshole, Min Yoongi. You know that?”

He sighed, nodding.

“Yeah, I know.”

“You’re scum.”

He averted his gaze, too ashamed to look at her.

“I know.”

“And you’re the worst kind of pretender.”

He closed his eyes, wincing.

“You’re right. I am.”

Yoongi heard her leaving, her body shuffling through the grass and branches to exit the park. When her footsteps were far enough away, he felt his legs begin to tremble. Taking a step forward, he spun and let his back fall against the tree Eden previously was pressed on. It was still warm.

He looked down, spying the book that still laid abandoned on the grass. He slid down until he was sitting, his hand reaching out to grasp the book and finally looking at the title. Yoongi smiled bitterly.

“Pride and Prejudice, huh?”

A pathetic laugh escaped his chest as he covered his eyes with his forearm. It was over. It was really over. To think otherwise would have been a fool’s errand. Mistakes were made, even now, and Yoongi had no choice but to admit to them. To admit that she was no longer his.

That she never would be.

Hugging one knee to his chest, he buried his face into the crook of his arm and released a painful laugh. “…I’m sorry, Jungkook-ah,” Yoongi whispered, his voice thick with emotion, “Your Hyung is so fucking sorry.”

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sexy-bloody01 · 7 years ago

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This is serious!

Okay, this got serious..I don’t want to get there, but I could not resist and now, I write a post about it. About shipping in general..well, is ok to ship whatever you want. Is a democraty worls (almost). Even if is a canon x canon, or canon x oc, or oc x oc or everything.

Seying hate and issues about over a two characters..is justi annoying and childish and stupid. Because they are only fictional characters..not even cannon or real. Telling “go kiLl urself” or “you cunt, delete everything about *other ships* and draw only mine!!1!” or so on, is just wrong. People who recieve those asks, just ignore or delete them, especially when they are anon mode. Responding to them, is just make them bigger and bigger and want to spread it all over. Can’t ignore them? Very well, turn off the anon mode.

“But I don’t wanna turn them off, maybe they’ll stop one day, and-” Sweetheart, they will never stop (at least so soon) with the hate if you give them attention. Responding to them is always the way you show that it affects you. If you see that this thing is happening over and over again, just don’t stress about it too much and leave the hate be. Don’t start more drama. Or even worse, don’t start a fight between you and others. Violence leads to violence, in any form violence is.This thing is applying to every kind of hate (don’t mess up the hate with critics) And now, without any further words, this is the last thing to tell: Spread this over. let the people know. Help them to ignore the anon hate and to stop drama.

#lil talk #help #advices #issues over a ship #please spread #maybe people wil read it..

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itsdraconia · 6 years ago

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Hate me all you want, but thinking your self-ships/ OC x cannon pairings are actually real relationships is not quite healthy. (and this is coming from another self-shipper!)

Fictional characters are not only your own, chill.

Fictional characters are…well, fictional. Can be used as a pacifier or fun, but in no way are they real.

Stop drowning in fiction and make your real life worthwhile. You won’t get a second chance.

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singingunderthecurtain · 7 years ago

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Every Door You Enter, I Will Let You In [II]

Photo not mine, found it on Google.

Author: @julietsoddeye AU: Cannon Genre: Crack | Smut | Angst Pairing: Chanyeol x OC x Kris Trigger Warning: Some swearing, Angst, Smut and jokes. Word Count: 5,339

MINI MASTERLIST

Plot: You are Kris’ plus one in London Fashion Week 2017 and there you saw Chanyeol again.

Second installment to The Eve. The next update after this will be the last one.

You and Kris were clad in your ‘all Burberry everything’ outfit, coming from the Burberry After Party. Just as you were about to push your hotel room door open, you heard a voice that you thought you have already forgotten long ago. The same voice that haunted your dreams ever since his drunken confession of his undying love for you.

“What a surprise!”

The color from your face was drained in an instant. You didn’t dare face him, afraid that your already heightened anxiety will blow up exponentially.

“Eyy my man!”

Kris’ tipsy and jolly voice squeaks out. You heard skin smacking together, indicating that the two were probably shaking hands.

“Hyung, it’s been a long time!”

Is it weird to go to London with your ex-boyfriend? You repeatedly ask that same question to yourself as you put the stuff you’ll be needing in your suitcase. Kris told you that you’ll be staying there for a whole week and you don’t need to bring a lot of clothes because Burberry will dress you both in all the events you will be going to. You didn’t find it weird that he invited you to come because the public knows about you being his ‘best friend’ and your short gig as a model a few years ago gave you an edge for his fans to accept you. What they didn’t know is that you’ve been in a relationship with him. Well, it’s all over now and you decided to just stay as friends.

The relationship was great at the beginning, he treated you well, loved you like you’re the only woman he needs and the sex was even more amazing. But like most long distance relationship out there, it didn’t work out. You thought you could do it, but the distance made the both of you paranoid. It’s not that you didn’t trust each other, it’s just that you both don’t trust the people around you. You know being in the show business, Kris is surrounded by women who are ready to jump on him if given a chance to. And now being in the behind-the-scenes of the fashion industry, men flock your way just as much.

You didn’t like what you become, the paranoid and crazy-ass girlfriend you hated seeing before. You became exactly that because you know in the back of your mind that if Chanyeol comes for you again, you wouldn’t be sure if you’ll be able to avoid the temptation. Thankfully he hasn’t contacted you again after the little stint he witnessed almost a year ago. Thinking about it now, his aloofness made you realize that the real person who loves you is Kris. You’re finally done with Chanyeol.

But then again you two have broken up already and remained friends. Both of you are vocal about missing each other, but you know it’ll never work. You can’t just leave your life in Seoul and be with him in China, you’re comfortable and stable where you are right now. Maybe someday, if you’re really meant for each other, you’ll be together again. But for now, you’re happy with your arrangement with him. Just friends.

“Hey, you okay?”

Kris’ voice interrupted your thoughts.

“Yeah. I was just thinking.”

“About what?”

“About this trip.”

“What about it?”

He insisted some more.

“Nothing… I’m just excited.”

You beamed at him and he seemed to buy your slightly fake happiness. You are happy to be traveling again, but random thoughts like these easily get you down. You just hope your negative thoughts don't translate well with your laptop’s web camera.

“I’ll see you in London in 24 hours, yeah?”

Kris prompted and you gave him a convincing smile as you fold the billions of underwear you’re packing. Underwear is super important.

“Yeah, I’ll see you soon. Don’t forget to bring your passport.”

You snorted.

“My manager got that covered.”

He smirks at you, thinking you’re a smart-ass for saying that.

“Can’t wait to see you in that red matching lingerie again.”

He joked.

“YI FAAAN!!!”

You pretended to hit him via the camera and his loud laugh is making your computer’s built-in speaker sound broken.

“Hey, will your latest fling be there?”

You ask curiously. You were hurt at first when he admitted that he’s got girls on the side, but then the pain just evaporated.

“Why, you jealous?”

He jests.

“I’m not just jealous, I’m furious! She better not steals you or the free Burberry shit from me.”

You joke back.

“She’ll be there, but you’re by my side for the fashion week don’t worry. It’s a date!”

Kris smiles genuinely.

“Good! Hey, I need to go now. I still have work tomorrow before my flight to London. I’ll see you soon!!!”

You wave at him goodbye.

“Yeah, I’ll see you.”

He waves back before you click the end call.

~~~

It wasn’t even a minute yet when you walked through the arrival area and cameras from fans and media are flashing everywhere. You know it wasn’t for you, but for some celebrities that turn up for the London fashion week.

“Hisako, Hisako!”

Voices of a few females are calling your name. You looked at where the sounds came from and about 20 to 30 fans are taking pictures of you with their phones and some with their high technology DSLRs.

“Look it’s Amano Hisako!”

“Are you here for the fashion week?”

“Where’s Yi Fan?”

“Are you here with Kris?”

You were all at once bombarded with questions and before you can even answer them, an arm suddenly held you by the shoulder from out of nowhere and all the girls went crazy.

“Yeah, she’s my plus one!”

You hear Kris’ voice answer for you with his tongue click, hearing all the panties dropping and the girls dying right then and there.

“Well, aren’t you glad I convinced you to dress up for this flight?”

As you were leaving your apartment for the flight, Kris calls you the last minute to tell you that you should dress your best airport fashion because paparazzi and fans will be waiting at the airport. You look up at him and he was smirking at you. You wanted to slap the smug off his face, but the fans will probably kill you if you did...

“Thanks, Daddy.”

You whisper a tease back and Kris’ smirk grew wider as the flashes of cameras never stop.

“WHY DON’T YOU DATE ALREADY!?!?!”

One fan screamed so loud from the back of the crowd both you and Kris snaps your gaze away from each other, and to the throng of fangirls.

“Nah, I’m waaay out of his league!”

You immediately quip without a second to spare and the fans roar with laughter.

“That’s probably true.”

Kris replies sheepishly as he rubs the nape of his neck shyly, and of course, all his fans aww’d at him. He knows how to play the cards just right, what a fucking player.

“Yifan we gotta go, we gotta go!”

One person from Kris’ entourage interrupted and Kris’ manager suddenly grabs your suitcase from your hold. You couldn’t complain anymore since the guy already gave your suitcase to another assistant and the fans cry out their disappointment when you and Kris are being hauled away from the crowd.

“See you all soon!”

Kris calls out to the fans before the both of you completely exit the airport and is pushed inside a black luxury van.

~~~

“So how are you?”

Kris attempts at small talks are always awkward, you know this is just him checking up to know if you’re still in love with him. At the beginning of this hailstorm ‘friendship’, his each probe on your feelings every time you see each other again is kind of an assurance that there is still hope in the future. But the more you two acted more like civil acquaintances and less than lovers in public and in private, the more it helped you get a move on with the idea of the two of you being together again someday.

It’s not that your love for him wasn’t strong, it was, it’s just that the feeling of being alone is getting much comfortable now. You get better sleep alone because whenever he’s with you, all you wanna do is make love and talk nonstop to make up for lost time you’re apart. You write better contents for work when he’s not with you because when he is, all you can think about is him. And you can eat whatever the hell you want when he’s not around. He’s very particular with the stuff he eats and he makes you take these gnarly vitamins and supplements he always carries around with him whenever and wherever he is, that’s probably the reason why he is so fucking tall.

“I’m doing amazing, of course. And you?”

Your answer made him flinch a tiny bit for a few seconds before he gave you a smile that you can’t read for the first time ever. You never answer him with words whenever he asks you how you are. You always just give him a shy but reassuring smile that tells him, yes you are indeed still head over heels for him. That every story he tells interests you and every article you read about him still affects you in more ways than one.

But your straight to the point reply silently, but surely, discloses an answer he wasn’t really ready to hear just yet. Because until now, he’s still holding on to dear life. Holding on to the idea that you will always be there for him. That he still has something to call his own through you. He still wants you, no, he still needs you in his life. You are the love of his life as he claims, but he respected your decision to break up because he doesn’t want you to lose the small bit left of your sanity by adjusting to his crazy lifestyle.

“Good to know you’re doing great… without me.”

Kris said the last part in a silent huff. It was intended not to be heard but you did.

“What was that?”

You said as you pretended not to hear.

“I said good to know you’re okay. I missed you.”

He smiled at you as he wraps his arm around your shoulder and gave you a tight squeeze before kissing your right temple. You know that he knows you heard it, but he also pretended so the awkwardness will finally die down and it did. Things get weird really quick with you two, but it easily smooths out just as fast, he never lets things flounder real bad because he knows it will be the end for him.

“I missed you too, Yifan.”

You reply as you lean into his kiss and on his arms. You are so used to his affection so much, it’s like breathing for you now, it’s an essential. No malice, no double meanings. He’s just really cuddly and you like it so much.

“Are you dating anyone right now?”

He asks suddenly.

“No.”

You answered simply.

“Oh. But you’re moving on, I noticed.”

“Slowly. I’m almost there.”

You smiled as you close your eyes still in his arms.

“I think you’re already there, Hisako. And I’m so proud of you because you can do better than being with someone like me.”

You open your eyes and look up at him disapprovingly. How can he even say that to himself?

“Don’t say that! You’re a great man, Yifan, you really are.”

You pouted.

“But not for you.”

“No. You are great. You’re too great for me and I can’t handle it.”

“It’s okay, Hisako. I’ll be okay.”

And with that, the conversation was over. You wanted to leave his arms to protest, but he snaked his long limb around your waist and held you down, forcing your face to bury on his chest to shut you up completely.

You haven’t slept much during your flight and it’s already almost midnight when you got to the hotel. You toss and turn on this very elegant and very comfortable queen-sized bed, thinking about Kris. You aren’t sure why you’re even thinking about him, the last time you were like this was when he asked if you two can meet again after not talking for a few months after breaking up.

Your separation wasn’t a mess, it was definitely full of tears, but the both of you were calm and in the right mind so you ended things at peace. The night he called, you tossed and turned on your bed, the exact thing you’re doing right now. You thought he wanted to get back with you, you were thinking about what to answer him if he asks you to. But to your surprise, he actually wanted to be friends again, just like how you were before you even got together.

Grabbing your phone from the nightstand, you click it back to life and opened the messenger app. You click Kris’ name and typed in the message asking if he’s still awake. Not even 5 seconds later, he replied immediately.

吴笨笨: Yeah I’m awake (read 00:51).

Me: I can’t sleep Me: What are u doin? Me: Don’t ignore me pls. Me: 爸爸 Me: 爸爸!!! Me: DADDY!!! (read 00:52)

吴笨笨: just lying in bed 吴笨笨: Stop calling me daddy!!! 吴笨笨: 😡 (read 00:53)

Me: BOO! 💩💩💩 Me: I can’t sleep. 💩💩💩💩💩💩 Me: 💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩 (read 00:53)

吴笨笨: Me 2 💩 (read 00:54)

Me: I wanna drink wine. 🍷 (read 00:54)

吴笨笨: B there in 2 吴笨笨: let’s order room service. (read 00:55)

Me: Bring your laptop. Me: I need to check my work email real quick. Me: tnx so much (read 00:55)

And just as he promised, there was a knock on your door 2 minutes later. Holding his laptop with his right hand and a bottle of champagne on the other. Apparently, a gift from Burberry is waiting in his hotel room and you were mad because he got Champagne while you got a pretty chocolate arrangement. You like chocolates, but you like Champagne much more.

Kris ended up sleeping next to you on your hotel bed after you two finished the whole bottle of Champagne and almost half of the expensive chocolates. By the time you were done with it, he was already too tired to go back to his room so you let him stay.

You woke up hours later with Kris still clinging on to you, his face buried in your chest and you’re securely caged inside his cling. You reach your hand up to caress his head, he’s still asleep might as well feel his hair on your fingertips again.

“Good morning.”

You almost had a heart attack when he suddenly spoke. The fucker was actually awake. Kris hesitantly removes his face away from your thinly clothed warm breasts and look up to your blown up eyes.

“You scared me Yifan, I thought you were still sleeping.”

Your breath ghosted on his face and he closes his eyes with its warmth on his skin. Kris then suddenly hover over you, his hands are on either side of your head. His soft bed hair curtains over him and you, almost reaching your face with his proximity. Kris closes the gap as his warm and soft lips encapsulate yours.

You wanted to like this, you really do. You wanna kiss him back and fall right back in love with him, but you told yourself you’ll only be with anyone again if you’re ready. And you’re definitely not ready yet. And he also caught you in a surprise by kissing you out of nowhere.

“Yifan…”

His name on your lips was muffled by his mouth. When you pushed him slightly, he immediately stops kissing you.

“I—I’m sorry. I don’t know what got into me.”

Kris apologizes as he stood up away from you.

“No, it’s fine Yifan. It’s just—I—”

“I get it Hisako.”

He smiles painfully before rubbing and covering his face with his hands.

“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I won’t do that again. Fuck.”

His apology was muffled behind his hands.

“Are you mad?”

He asks when you didn’t speak.

“No. I’m not mad Yifan. I’m just taken aback.”

You answer, and he ran his fingers through his hair and tug on it, subsequently hitting his head with his own fists. You grab his wrists to stop him from hurting himself.

“Don’t do that Yifan, STOP!”

His hands went on languidly when he felt your skin on his. You force his hands away from his hair, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and kisses the top of his head to tell him you’re okay.

“I’m so sorry Hisako, I love you so much don’t be mad at me.”

“I love you too…”

You paused.

“But— I know there is a but somewhere in there.”

He answers for you.

“Just forget about it okay. I’ll be fine. And you’ll be fine someday too.”

You felt hot tears soak through the thin silk shirt you’re wearing and a restrained sob exit through Kris’ closed mouth. You gently caress his hair and back and whisper coos to his ear to pacify him as you let him cry out his frustrations in silence.

“We can talk about it later, please don’t cry.”

~~~

The fourth day of fashion week went smoothly as the first few days. After the little feat that happened in the vehicle and the little ‘morning after champagne’ incident, none of you ever talked about it again. You wanted to, but Kris seems distant about it because every time you wanna spill your exact feelings over coffee and breakfast in the morning or wine in your hotel room every night after an event, he will push the flow of the conversation in a different direction or he’ll manage out a forged yawn and tell you he’s tired and will go back to his room for the night. So by the third time he did that, you get the gist and just throw the issue back inside a forgotten chest you keep inside your heart. You wanted closure, but he looks as if he’s not ready for it just yet.

You both went back to how you usually are, but you can feel the slight coldness from him. He’s being careful now around you because he knows you’re moving on and he doesn’t wanna fuck it up. Not again, not now that this friendship that he himself kind of insisted on you is getting progressive as time goes. If he can’t be with you as a girlfriend, he’s determined to keep you as a trusted ally. You are just as great of a friend as you were a lover to him and he treasures you dearly like his own family.

You were thankful he’s keeping his heart as distant to you as possible because you didn’t want to torture his feelings any longer. You know he was hurt and the last thing you wanted to do was just that, he doesn’t deserve it. Not now, not tomorrow and definitely not ever.

“What a surprise!”

The color from your face was drained in an instant. You didn’t dare face him, afraid that your already heightened anxiety will blow up exponentially.

“Eyy my man!”

Kris’ tipsy and jolly voice squeaks out. You heard skin smacking together, indicating that the two were probably shaking hands.

“Hyung, it’s been a long time!”

You were still frozen in front of your door, hand gripping the lever, hoping and praying to God that he’ll just ignore you. But if he ignores you, you know you’ll feel shitty about it. You were still friends, right? it’s just that he has those tendencies to ignore you in long periods of time. This is probably the longest now, almost 8 months. He probably found another girl, better looking and earns much bigger than you do in a year. Perhaps even smarter than you and is emotionally and mentally stable enough to be with him.

“Hisako.”

With the mention of your name, the ice has melted quickly and now you feel your legs wobble like they turned into jello, a very soft and very wiggly jello. Your heartbeat accelerated double time, you can practically feel it beating through your skin. You haven’t touched a single alcohol tonight, but your vision blurred all of a sudden. You shut your eyes closed and blink a few times before facing the two men who were involved with you, one way or another.

“Chanyeol.”

You try your best to make your voice not to sound too weak to let him know you’re still affected or too strong that he thinks you’re totally faking it. Wait did you just say in your mind that you’re still affected by him?

Fuck.

You’re fucked.

You have moved on from Kris.

But not from Chanyeol.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Oh and great, his room is directly right in front of yours. How wonderful is that?!

“Been a long time.”

Pffft, of course, it’s been a long time, he totally avoided you yet again. How dare you, Park Chanyeol? You try your hardest not to roll your eyes, you do not want to be rude whatsoever, even though he’s the one being rude to you all the damn time.

“It sure was.”

You wanted it to sound indifferent, but your voice gave out a slight edge, making it sound sarcastic instead, but Chanyeol completely ignored it and just smiled. You mentally kicked yourself in the ass for being your snarky self, but you can’t help it that you were born that way.

“Where are you heading to at this hour?”

Kris asks with his ever pumped up spirit because of the shots and drinks he quaffed tonight at the party.

“I just got here several hours ago and can’t sleep from jet lag. I was gonna find a place to eat or something.”

Chanyeol explains.

“Bro, trust me you don’t wanna go down there alone. Paparazzis and fans are lurking around outside the hotel.”

Kris whispers suddenly as if anyone will hear him. He gets super childish like this whenever he’s buzzed with alcohol.

“Really?”

“Yeah. We’re planning on ordering for room service, just join us.”

Kris offers.

Oh gosh Yifan, why?

“Sure, if you’re okay with it.”

“It’s fine Yeol, let’s go inside.”

Wow, it’s as if you’re not even there, Kris could ask you if it’s okay for Chanyeol to join. Well, he didn’t know why you’re so pressed on your own right now, you didn’t exactly tell him that Chanyeol confessed to you and the drama that happened during his birthday was because Chanyeol was in love with you and that he was jealous.

~~~

Two bottles of Champagne and a big cut of steak that you all shared later, Kris’ phone suddenly blares out and he drunkenly fishes it out from his pants.

“Ohoo It’s Mei-mei!”

Kris announces loudly who was calling him at 2:30 AM. Chanyeol’s drunken face scrunches up at the mention of Yanmei’s name.

“Hello?!”

Kris obnoxiously answers the call.

“Yanmei, mei, mei meiiii.”

You roll your eyes as he drunkenly answers and calls Yanmei’s name.

“Yeah, I’m tipsy as fuck. Oh, you need me? Okay, meet me in my room baby.”

Tipsy as fuck, my ass. Kris is drunk as hell and not just tipsy.

“Yo, I’m gonna take off now. I’ll see you again tomorrow yeah?”

Kris pretends punch Chanyeol’s arm lightly and Chanyeol feign flinched as if it hurts.

“Yeah, see you around Hyung!”

Chanyeol nods his head heavily with half-lidded eyes, obviously also too drunk by now. Great now you will be left alone with a drunk Chanyeol—again. And you all know how Chanyeol is when he’s drunk. You don’t even understand why he downed the champagne like soju and got drunk too fast, he must’ve missed drinking alcohol or something.

“See you tomorrow, or later, I don’t know haha I’m drunk! I love you.”

You roll your eyes again as Kris gives you a sloppy and wet kiss on your temple and the side of your cheeks near and almost touching your lips. Unintentionally, you looked at Chanyeol and his nose flared a minuscule bit when Kris kissed you. He looked away immediately when you caught him staring.

The moment Kris closes your hotel room door, Chanyeol immediately faces you with his stupidly cute drunken face that you really miss in all honesty. Aaah, fuck it you finally admitted to yourself that you miss him.

“Wait… Yanmei? Jongdae and Junmyeon Hyung’s ex-girlfriend?”

Chanyeol’s eyes are still half-lidded but one of his brows is lifted as he asks you this question.

“Yep.”

“As in Yanmei, your friend? That Yanmei?”

“Yup. That bitch is jumping from one dick to another. Call her the hoe of the century!”

You roll your eyes at your friend’s borderline sluttiness. You roll your eyes again for the nth time tonight, you might permanently damage your vision for real because of it. It’s not that you’re judging her… Actually, you are judging her because Kris is her 3rd fling this year already. It’s fine, you didn’t mind when you found out that they got together. You’re complacent knowing that Kris is in good hands. She may be a little floozy sometimes, but she’s a great person. Hopefully, she’ll help him move on from you.

“And you let Hyung cheat on you with Mei-mei?”

Chanyeol’s jaw drops and chokes out a flabbergasted gasp as his hands cover up his mouth. His expression was so shocked that you can’t help but laugh. You keep hitting the pillow on your lap from too much laughing.

“What?!”

Chanyeol asks when you couldn’t stop your giggle fit.

“Yifan and I are not together anymore. We haven’t been together for a long time now. Oh gosh, this is too funny!”

You continue to laugh, as Chanyeol’s expression went from confused as fuck to disappointment, it almost looked mad, but you ignored him.

“Well, I got fucking drunk for nothing then!”

Chanyeol threw his hands up in the air as he stood up from your bed and wobbled his way to the door.

“Hey, where are you going? There’s still champagne.”

You stood up and call out for Chanyeol as he wobbled and involuntarily trips on all fours. You immediately ran to his side, with a subdued grin still plastered on your face.

“I’ll walk you to your room, okay.”

“Fine!”

Chanyeol lets you help him stand up on his feet and you attempted to wrap his arm around your shoulder to assist on his walking, but he was hesitant at first. You insisted on doing so, so he just let out a sigh and complied. Immediately, the familiar scent of him diffused on the air around you. His scent of expensive cologne and sweat that you were addicted to. The champagne smell lingering also didn’t help the fact that your heart is thumping so hard right now, you’re sure he can feel it too because his left hand is palming your shoulders near where your heart is.

You heard his breathing hitch slightly when your right arm encircled his waist to support him. You ignored the looming tingles that are starting to crawl up your spine, straight through your heart up to your cheeks. You know you’re already blushing really bad because you can feel your face heating up. You can blame the redness from the alcohol, he doesn’t know you’re not as drunk as he is. He might not even remember this happening tomorrow when he wakes up.

This brings out memories of when Chanyeol confessed his love for you. He was a drunken mess again that night and you went just to drive him back home. That was just some of the memories with him that makes you smile like an idiot, besides the ones where you always go for a ride in his luxury SUV on his free time and he actually lets you drive his car even though he always teases you about your ‘bad driving’. You’ll sulk about his teasing and then he’ll buy you ice cream to appease you. Sometimes you’re okay with his mocking, but you’ll still pretend to mope around just so he can buy you ice cream and will occasionally take you out to dinner if he was being a little nicer.

“Why didn’t you tell me you broke up with Kris Hyung?”

He suddenly spoke up when the two of you reached the front of his door.

“You were ignoring me again, how the hell was I to tell you? Where’s your card key?”

He ignored your reply and reached for his back pocket to pluck the plastic card out and hand it to you. You swipe the thing on the digital lock and pushes the door wide open for the two of you to enter. His room was already trashed with clothes and random plastic bags of things even though he just arrived last night, typical Chanyeol. You carefully sat him down on the Queen-sized bed and grab his laptop to set it aside so he won’t accidentally kick it while sleeping.

“You know you can still text me even if I ignore you. I know I’m a shitty person for always doing that to you and I’m really sorry for that. But you never left my mind or my heart, Hisako. Even how busy I am with work, you’re always there to motivate me with everything I do.”

You were about to put his laptop on the small dining table when Chanyeol’s sudden spill made you freeze into place. You felt his arms wrap around your waist in a tight embrace and his chin rests on your shoulder as he buries his face in your hair. You tighten your grip on his laptop, afraid that you might drop it on the floor.

“Ch—Chanyeol.”

It was all you manage to gag out as he takes a whiff of your hair.

“I haven’t seen anyone since the last time MQ Hyung left me drunk and you picked me up. I can’t date any other when you’re all I wanted.”

“Chanyeol you’re drunk right now.”

“Drunk or sober, I still want you. I’m in love with you Hisako.”

You choke back a sob after his confession. You tried so hard not to start bawling your eyes out, but when you heard him starting to whimper, your tears just spill out like a faucet.

“At— At least let me put down y—your laptop Chanyeol. I don’t wanna drop it.”

You didn’t want him to hear the quiver in your words, but the break in your sentence gave away too much.

“I don’t mind. You can slap it on my face for all I care. You can do whatever you want with me Hisako, I am all yours and yours alone.”

His cling on your body tightens and his hot tears are starting to trickle down from your bare shoulder down to your chest, soaking the Burberry chantilly lace silk dress the people from Fashion Week styled you with. Thankfully the table is just three feet away from you and you manage to carefully slide Chanyeol’s laptop on top of it.

You push Chanyeol’s hands to loosen his grip and you whirl yourself around so you’re finally facing him. He reconnected his hands on your back to cage you inside his arms. His eyes are already bloodshot with too much crying and his nose, cheeks and ears are flushed red. Chanyeol closes his eyes as you were reaching up to sweep his tears dry with the pads of your fingertips.

This is it. This is why moving on from Kris was weirdly easy because of Chanyeol. It’s always been Chanyeol all along. You thought you’re done with him, but how can you be done with someone who changed your life dramatically over the course of 7 years.

You met him at college when you moved to Seoul and been best friends with him since then. After a year or so, you realized that you’ve fallen for him— hard. You were there through the struggles of being a trainee at one of the biggest entertainment companies in South Korea. You were also the one he ran to first when the news broke out that Kris left EXO. Every struggle, every pain, heartbreak and tussles you were there for him. You never missed the happy times too. He never forgets to include you in every situation he is in.

They say that behind every successful man, there’s a great woman. And you were that woman, he told you that himself. You were his woman and you still are.

“Stop crying, you’re making me cry.”

You say as you sniff and your tears counter his.

“I’m so sorry, I will never neglect you ever again. I’ll treat you better, I promise you. You’ll never be alone again. I will make you the happiest woman in the world even if it kills me. I love you Hisako, please love me too.”

Chanyeol buries his face on the crook of your neck as he continues to literally cry his feelings out. His sticky tears are running down your back but you don’t mind, you just let him release his passion while cooing sweet and soothing nothings in his ear as you rub his back in calming motions.

“Chanyeol, look at me.”

You prompt when you felt his breathing finally calming down. And without hesitation, Chanyeol removes his face from your neck to look at you with his red and puffy half-lidded eyes. He sniffs the snot build up in his nose in a cute manner with his lips pursed in a pout.

“Don’t beat yourself up too much. I love you too. It’s always been you.”

His frown immediately turns upward after you told him you love him back. Even with the puffiness, his overall demeanor changed after he finally smiled.

“Did you really mean what you said?”

“Of course Chanyeol.”

“Then kiss me.”

Chanyeol lowers his head in front of your face so you can reach his lips. With a smile on your face, you closed the gap instantaneously. His delicate and balmy lips melted right away with yours, you’ve always wondered what it feels like to kiss Chanyeol and you never imagined it’d be this good. His lips are much softer than what you expected. His kiss is slow and confident, but thoughtful. He kisses you ever so gently as if you’re a fine piece of China that he needs to be careful not to break.

“I want you Hisako.”

Chanyeol whispers in between kisses. His feet started shuffling back to the bed and you’re just following suit as to not break your lips apart from each other. You have to stop yourself though when his back hits the soft duvet and the two of you bounces up and down on the bed.

“Chanyeol, you’re drunk.”

“Why do you keep on saying that?”

“Because you’re drunk?”

You said with a matter-of-fact look on your face. Chanyeol flashes you a toothy smile before answering.

“I think I cried the alcohol out of my system hah.”

He jests as he plays with the strap of your dress. You laughed at his lame joke and softly slap his chest with your palm.

“Do you have a condom?”

“Yes, Jongdae threw in a couple in my bag while I was packing. He said I need it just in case.”

Chanyeol pulls out a packet of condom from the bedside table cabinet and hands it to you.

“Well, he wasn’t wrong now is he?”

You took the foil packaging and bit the edge slightly with your front teeth. The one side of Chanyeol’s lip curls up in a sultry smirk.

“Take off your hoodie, Chanyeol.”

You instructed as you position yourself better on top of him, hiking your dress up and you felt him already hard for you. Without another word, Chanyeol grabs the seam of his hoodie and pull the garment up his head along with his undershirt. He throws his clothes on the side and you watch as his chest and semi-fluffy stomach hoists up and down with every sustained breath when he laid his head on the plush pillow on his hotel bed, anticipating for your next move.

You tug your dress off leaving you only in your red laced tube bra and matching panties. Chanyeol’s eyes admire your voluptuous curves for a minute before his hands found your sides, stroking your skin up and down in a loving manner.

“So beautiful.”

Chanyeol says as his eyes settled on yours and you flash him a pleased smile. He bit his lower lip when you suddenly start pulling the tied string of his jogger pants and his phallic springs up and down when he slid it down along with his boxer briefs. With just the vision of his large dick, you felt the wetness of your core seep out of your panties. Biting the corner of the foil packet of the condom, you tear it open and a little bit of the strawberry flavor lubricant coating drips on your lips. Using your tongue, you swipe the coating off your lips and moan silently when the flavor hits your taste buds.

“Strawberry, my favorite.”

You pinch the tip of the condom and slides the latex material gently from the tip down to the base of Chanyeol’s length.

“I submit everything to you, my Queen.”

Chanyeol sighs out when you push yourself up to remove your undies so you can line him to your entrance.

“Will you be a good boy for me?”

You luridly ask as you lower yourself down to Chanyeol. Since you didn’t give him enough time to reply, he just whines out when he felt your tightness around him and it was an enough answer for you.

“Oh God, Hisako you’re so tight… I—I can’t.”

You gyrate your hips and Chanyeol dramatically slams his head on the pillow below him.

“You like that, baby boy?”

With your palms on his stomach, you prop yourself, sliding up till just the tip of his cock is in and you slam yourself down harshly, making Chanyeol squirm some more. Up and down like a rollercoaster, you continue to ride him, pulling his hair in the process. Because God fucking damn it Park Chanyeol is too big and you haven’t had sex in a really long time, you’re sure that your hymen has tightened back snug.

“Hisako…”

Chanyeol whines and you know he’s nearing his peak.

“Don’t cum until I said so. Don’t fucking cum.”

You maintain your pace, ignoring his silent pleas. Pulling and tugging on his hair as you accelerated your movement to chase your high. You know it’s coming real soon, he just has to endure a little bit.

“It hurts Hisako, please. I can’t hold it any longer.”

“Just a few more seconds, hold on baby. I’ll be there with you.”

“Fuck, Hisako. It hurts so bad. I need to cum, please let me cum now.”

Chanyeol’s grip on your ass is getting stronger by the second and with a couple more pumps, you feel yourself letting loose.

“Shit— Ch—Chanyeol…”

With you clenching yourself around him and your loud cry, Chanyeol finally releases his orgasm and you felt his hot seed spurt out on the tip of the condom he’s wearing.

Chanyeol knocked out immediately after and you can’t help but laugh at how adorable he looks, too spent to even kiss you after making love.

~~~

The next morning, Chanyeol wakes up with a smile on his face, but it was immediately wiped away from his lips with the fact that you’re not on the bed beside him. You should be beside him, he remembers everything. You told him that you love him back but why are you not sleeping beside him? Where are you? Why did you leave?

Panic-stricken, Chanyeol search for his jogger pants and he found it already neatly folded on a chair. His phone is right on top of his clothes with a note on it.

Chan, don’t panic. I Just need to go. Yifan and I have a breakfast meeting with Christopher Bailey and his husband. I see that you haven’t changed the lock code of your phone. I already saved my new number, please text me when you wake up. I left a bottle of Advil inside your drawer, take some after eating if you’re hungover. See you later. Love you. ♥

With a smile on Chanyeol’s face, he gingerly kisses the piece of paper and jump right back to bed.

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Cin Vhetin Ch. 9: On Assignment

Hey y’all, still hard at work on this fic that is totally consuming me. I know it’s a bit different than some of the other fare out there, but if you’re into long fic and slow burns you should come read and say hi. :)

Synopsis: Din Djarin is hunted by a new mercenary, when they are forced to work together they slowly realize they are stronger together than apart.

Chapter Summary: Din and Zethu are on assignment, both at eachother’s throats while some inconvenient feelings start complicating matters.

Tropes: Gentle touches, Enemies to lovers, slowest of burns, backstory reveal, friendship turning point

Pairing: Din x OC/Reader (however you prefer to read it)

Masterlist: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8

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She had stolen the speeder.

A nice one, too, Din noted as they careened into Coruscant traffic, the little one whooping with glee, sticking its claws up in the air to catch the wind whipping up around them. Zethu drove them in complete, icy silence.

In fact, she hadn’t said a word all that morning. Din had spent the better part of last night mulling over her words. She hadn’t been spinning him a story, of that he was absolutely certain. There was too much fury, too much pain in the retelling to have been a fake to garner some sympathy. Zethu Desh was both fugitive and terrorist, hunter and prey. It was more than relatable. It was a perfect mirror.

And he hated that.

The wind blew up Zethu’s silver hair, but she didn’t seem to mind, reaching one hand off the steering wheel to slick the strands back down over her ears. Her eyes widened in that half-second of stillness before she pulled them into a steep decline. Sirens and horns blared in all directions as Zethu plunged straight down multiple levels before yanking them sharply down a left lane, through the floating alley of one of the massive superstructures that made up the planet.

“What are you doing?!” Din shouted, hands firmly around the child to keep it in place. He had nearly lost his grip on the kid and the sudden motion could have sent him flying out into the air. If this was a trap finally sprung—

“Got a bad feeling,” Zethu snapped. “Someone’s following us.”

Din wanted to argue over her stupidity on making such bold moves based on little more than instinct, but he’d done worse himself. He craned his head back over his shoulder. It was impossible to tell if someone was truly following them in this traffic. He tried to make a mental note of some of the more obvious features on the speeders. A slate gray one was riding next to them, black to the right, and a silver one directly behind.

Better to chance it.

“Sharp right,” Din pointed and Zethu took it.

“Hang on!”

She punched it so that they went flying up several levels again, swinging around a city block much to the drowned curses and honks of annoyed civilians. That sharp girn returned to Zethu’s formally stoic face and as they flew she couldn’t help put let out a small whoop of excitement. It was a nice change of pace, Din thought, and flying in atmo in such a small craft always had a different feeling.

He looked back behind them once more, most of the speeders were a sea of blended colors and unrecognizable features again. Maybe no one had been following them. Maybe Zethu had just wanted an excuse to pull some high-flying stunts. Maybe—

The silver speeder flashed as it rose upwards again, directly behind them.

A point for Zethu’s instincts, then. Din swallowed hard. Someone really was following them.

“Silver speeder,” he said, settling back in and reaching for his blaster. “So much for ‘no one cares who you are on Coruscant.’”

A snarl escaped Zethu’s throat, made especially jarring given the smile still fading on her face. “They promised me more time!” She gunned it as far as the engines would take them.

“Don’t think it’s the imps, Desh,” Din grunted, catching a flash of blue paint along the speeder’s exterior.

She hazarded her own glance and Din watched as all that bravado drained from Zethu’s face. She turned back to face the sky lanes. “Fuck,” was all she whispered before taking them once again into a deeper spiral.

“Who are they?” he asked over the roaring wind, but Zethu wasn’t about to answer.

Din slammed into the front of the speeder as a blaster shot struck them. They were armed? Most speeders for civilian use weren’t armed. Panic exploded all around them as speeders hit the brakes and dove or rose to get out of the way. Din even saw a pair of them crash rather spectacularly as Zethu navigated them out of the chaos.

Din didn’t wait for permission, he tucked the kid firmly against his side and leaned back, blaster at the ready and fired two shots in quick succession. His weapon wasn’t going to be much of a match for actual cannons, but if he could knock out their engines then it really wouldn’t matter how had come to the fight with the bigger rifle.

Zethu took them in a banked curve through another side alley. The building were losing their height in this district. She plunged them down to meet the new level, but they were exposed. An explosion rocked the speeder as their pursuer fired another volley of blasts just as they were leveling out.

Din’s world became nothing but air and wind as the speeder tilted at top speeds, jostling its contents loose. Panic filled him as he heard the kid cry out in panic even as he slipped over the side. Din gripped the toppling edge of the speeder for dear life, legs dangling into the ether. He couldn’t possibly reach the kid and keep himself attached.

And he didn’t need to.

Zethu was holding the kid against her. She shoved the emergency brake down, leaving them suspended, but no longer plummeting. Grabbing her own blaster she fired at the silver speeder again and again and again. Most shots didn’t make a dent, but one sent the engine sparking and the speeder careening. She kept firing at it as it tried to dive. Din saw the red of the blaster fire reflected in her colorless eyes, matching the hatred on her face. Smoke spiraled upwards as the speeder disappeared.

Din felt his hands slip. Frantically he tried to ignite the fuel in his jet pack but he hadn’t had the opportunity to refuel it since his last bout with the merc. “Zethu…”

“Mando!”

She lunged across the speeder as his hand left the edge, grabbing his arm. He hadn’t expected that. The light played tricks here, especially in her strange otherwordly eyes. There was real panic there. She had one arm holding tight to the kid and even for all her athletic skill she was struggling just to keep him in place let alone pull him aboard.

“I’ve got you.”

Nothing should have made him feel less reassured by that, and yet, he did. She gave him a strained nod and took a breath. Din felt...something grip him. He looked around, almost letting go of Zethu’s hand in the process. It was solid, but invisible. Something lifted him up and it wasn’t Zethu’s strength. It raised him high enough so that he could tumble back into the speeder. Safe.

Zethu sat back against the seat, panting, sweat covering her face, slicking her hair to her skin. The little one broke free of her grip and latched itself to Din’s side, claws grabbing his hand as if to check he was ok. He tapped its head gently. “Thanks...both of you.”

Zethu piloted the ruins of their speeder over to a suitable landing platform where they abandoned the thing before it could crash for good. Din noticed she was still strangely exhausted, far too much for a simple chase to have caused.

“At least we’re close,” she commented, checking her weapons.

“Who were those people?” Din asked.

“Adascorp.”

Only the most powerful corporation on Arkania, hell, most of the galaxy owed half their med bays and tech to them. “This damn planet,” Zethu tried to play it off. “Should’ve gotten a new helmet before coming here. Cameras everywhere.”

He was getting used to her moods now. He could practically feel her rage and fear radiating off of her. “Hey,” before he could stop himself he placed a hand on her shoulder. “We’re on a job. If they interfere we’ll take them down.”

She stared at the hand on her shoulder and Din released her just as quickly. She gave him a shaky nod and stalked ahead. Din flexed his fingers as he fell into step at her side. She was surprisingly warm for such a cold exterior. He could still feel the heat in his gloved hand from where he had touched her practically burning into his skin.

***

Zethu tried to shake the exhaustion coating her like an oil slick, but it remained clinging to her. She breathed, deep and calm as she walked alongside the Mandalorian, hands itching to grip the handle of her blaster.

She wished she had her old modified pilot’s helmet with its safe tinted visor, its vocal modulator, and thin barrier to the outside world. She didn’t know why, but her senses felt raw, exposed. She had felt this way only a handful of times in her life. Sounds were so much louder now, and voices—a million things being said all at once—flooded her ears. She wiped a hand over her sweat-covered brow and marched gamely on.

They were close to the tech centers now, only a few more levels and blocks over. It would be faster if they still had the speeder, but she wasn’t about to risk stealing another one. Zethu kept her head low, eyes on the walkways and her boots. Any number of worldwide cams could have caught her the second she stepped out of the Razor Crest. It had been so long since she’d been on a planet with proper surveillance without a disguise. If it hadn’t been for those instincts of hers the Adascorp hirelings would have had the drop on her.

Right now those same instincts were firing off all over the place, like a deep nerve open to the air. A brief interlude of calm came when Zethu saw a little green claw appear in her periphery. The kid was reaching out, tugging lightly on her hair with a smile. “Not now, little bug,” Zethu said, a tired smile on her face as the Mandalorian shifted it to the arm furthest from her.

“I think I’m starting to see why you threw away your reputation for this one,” she remarked. The kid tilted its head away from the Mandalorian’s arm, smiling wide at her before ducking out of sight only to repeat the action. She did feel a little better.

They made their way over to one of the lifts. Zethu took another deep breath to steady herself, closing her eyes for a fraction of a second.

And she knew.

She didn’t know how. She never knew how, but her instincts were never wrong. Snapping her eyes open, she pushed the Mandalorian behind her as she drew her weapon in the same breath and fired.

The merc wearing the steel grey and blue of Adascorp fell without firing a single shot. “Run,” was all she said before grabbing hold of the Mandalorian’s free arm and tearing back into the chaotic city streets, screams from civilians filling the air and her ears, her mind.

Terror, panic, fear, confusion. It all mulled together into a frenzy. Exhaustion still plagued her, but Zethu felt a new adrenaline lent her speed. The Mandalorian fired off a few shots of his own before focusing on escape. “Three more on us,” he said. “Oh, make that five.”

“Stop counting!” Zethu urged, knocking over crates and parked speeders to buy them a modicum of time.

They couldn’t possibly hope to outrun them, but getting into a firefight in a major Coruscant street was not exactly ideal. It was only a matter of time before security made its way to where they were.

“Through here, hurry.”

The Mandalorian lobbed a smoke grenade out into the crowd and tugged on her arm, taking her into a tight alley that was more of a crack between two buildings. With one fluid motion he pulled her against him, the little one between them both. There was no room to move. The cold, smooth beskar rubbed up against Zethu’s cheek as she found herself pressed against the Mandalorian’s chest.

From beyond the smoke cleared and Zethu heard the sound of boots running past and the continued swearing and screaming of a confused populace. But the immediate danger was gone.

In that stillness there was only the sound of their breathing. She was so close to him she could even hear the steady drum of his heartbeat through his armor. It was only then she became aware of the gloved hand against the back of her head, keeping her close in the cramped space.

Breath caught in her lungs as she looked up at him, so close now she almost thought she could fool herself into seeing his eyes past the tinted visor. “That’s three times you’ve saved my life,” he said. Even with the modulator in his helmet the words were soft, mystified.

“Thought I told you to stop counting,” she surprised herself by how quiet her own voice was in reply.

The far-off sound of sirens broke through the tension with a sharp wail, startling them both. The hand at the back of her head fell away, replaced with a vague disappointment that Zethu could not explain. “We’d better get out of here.”

***

By the time they got to the heart of the Tech Centers they had lost their pursuers. That didn’t stop Zethu from looking over her shoulder every few minutes. She still couldn’t shake the alien sensation pricking at the back of her mind. But each time she did the Mandalorian would give her a curt, reassuring nod and...a calm stole over her. Instead of that constant raw panic or rage urging her forward, pushing her on she—she wasn’t sure what it really was—focused?

“How do you want to play this?”

Zethu gave her head a small shake, realizing she had been gawking at the Mandalorian for just a heartbeat too long. “We—I—actually planned on walking right in. You stay out here and keep watch, I’ll walk him out, we escort him back to the Razor Crest. You got your commlink?” She fished for her own in her jacket pocket.

He nodded and that was good enough for her. She brushed past him to head towards the inner centers when a hand on her shoulder stopped her cold.

“You could let me go inside,” the Mandalorian’s voice was tempered and even, everything opposite what was rolling through her head. “You could wait out here and whatever happens in there...you wouldn’t be responsible.”

Stars, but she would never understand this man. “Hide like a coward?” she shrugged out of his grasp and tapped a fist against his chestplate. “Didn’t I already break enough of your ribs once for that?”

“That’s not what I—”

“I know what you meant, Mando. And I’m...grateful. But this is something I have to do.”

He didn’t try to stop her a second time and Zethu left him. The surge of endless emotions from every corner of the city center around filled her mind up again. As she walked she tried to fish for that calm. She didn’t like that it seemed to come from picturing that damned Mandalorian.

A job was supposed to be a job. Simple. Impersonal. Efficient. She’d spent the better part of two and half decades living and hunting alone. Now the mark she’d been sent to bring back had saved her own life countless times. Her fingers brushed against the hilt of the vibroblade at her belt, not her own, but the Mandalorian’s. Why had he given her his own weapon? A shudder ran down her spine, and did he have her own blade in return? Was that some kind of alien custom? She just couldn’t understand him.

The inner workings of the tech center were as labyrinthine as the Coruscant streets. Long corridors spiraled into wide, open rooms that all glowed with the steady blue of datapads and files. Workers and guests filtered in and out, only a few glanced her way, taken aback by her visible black eye and still-setting broken nose no doubt. Just pretend you have business here. False confidence flooded through her as she strode towards an info desk, connecting up her own datapad to the info-control.

A friendly welcome screen flashed on guiding her through the departments at the tech center. It was the work of a moment to find the staff info on Gedos Sal. Engineering dataminer in Building 3A of subunit 5. Simplicity at its best. She unplugged and leisurely made her way to the offices of the engineering department.

“How’s it going?” a crackled voice at her comm asked.

“Heading over to see our friend now,” Zethu said softly, friendly. Keep things casual, there’s no reason for anyone to wonder who or what she was talking about. She could see others chatting into their own personal comms and mini holoprojectors. “Why don’t you head over to the back of Engineering and we’ll meet you there?”

“On my way.”

A growing dread spread through her stomach as she entered the engineering buildings. It was just a regular tech office. Not nearly as big as the main center or some of the other fancier departments she had passed on her way here. The offices in subunit 5 were humdrum, recording and cataloging info on ships, mechanics, and the like. That dread grew thicker when Zethu caught sight of her target.

The older Offshoot man’s silver hair was nearly as white as the rest of him with age. He was hunched over a datapad, typing. He looked...stars he looked so much older than she remembered. Her mouth was dry. It was hard to swallow. She remembered him giving her half of his pay shortly after her parents had died. The overseers had docked her own the first year of her life as an orphan. Punishment for being the rebels’ child. Damn Crimson Dawn, could they have known about their relationship? No, that was paranoia. There was no way…

“Can I help you?” a droid at the reception desk asked in a crisp tone.

“Uh, yes, I...I’m here to see—”

“Zethu?!”

Gedos had turned about in his chair, colorless eyes wide as saucers. He appeared as dumbstruck as she was until he recovered himself, springing from his seat and rushing towards her. Zethu sucked in a breath through her teeth as he gripped her by the shoulders. “What are you doing here? How…” he lowered his voice and pulled her back and away from the reception desk. “How are you still alive? What’s happened to you?” he pointed to the bruises on her face.

“Long story, old man,” she tried to crack a confident smile. “I came here for you. Can we talk?”

“Me? Of...of course. I’m due for a break anyway.”

He walked out with her, as Zethu knew he would. No hesitation, not second guessing. Gedos didn’t even seem to think there was anything odd about her presence outside of her general continued existence. Just as she predicted. The plan was working accordingly.

She just hadn’t been expecting him to pull her into an embrace as they left the subunit. He put a finger to her lips to silence her as he held her at arm’s length. “Before you say anything. I know what happened on the freighter. I won’t ask you why you did what you did, it’s history as far as I’m concerned.”

Zethu had figured. If Gedos had been working with Crimson Dawn prior to joining the Rebellion he’d have to have run into Atan and the others at some point on Numidian. “But what have you been doing since you fled?” Gedos pressed. “Why did you never return to Arkania?”

“And risk the wrath of Adascorp? It was already hell enough coming to Coruscant.”

“Your parents—”

“Don’t lecture me about my parent’s Gedos!”

“Your parents would have wanted you to fight for the rest of the miners. Where did you go, Zethu? I thought for certain I’d see you with the other Rebels during the wars. You were never at any base I was stationed at. Why contact me now? I can tell from your face you’re in some kind of trouble. Always were. Will you stay in Coruscant? I should introduce you to my contacts. There’s a small community of other Offshoots working for the Republic, it’s a chance to reconnect with our people..”

“Our people?!” She should know better than to let Gedos rile her up. She tried to keep her voice down until they exited the main building, out onto the bright Coruscant streets of the upper levels. “The same people who let me starve while I was an orphan? The same cowards who wanted to beg for Arkanian mercy? Those are not my people. I see you haven’t changed though. Still drinking my parents’ swill about rebellion and justice.”

Gedos’ mood shifted coldly. “Then why come to me now?”

Zethu stared on ahead, catching a flash of silver beskar as the Mandalorian waited near a side street. She said nothing, only steered them both in his direction. Gedos must have taken her silence for shame. “You know I did my best to keep their memory alive for you,” he said quietly. “They wouldn’t have wanted you to resent them, or your people. But you were always,” he shook his head. “...I would have thought you’d let go of your hate a long time ago, Zethu. Sometimes fighting to a better world means sacrificing the unthinkable.”

She shrugged off his hand on her shoulder. “Then they were fools. Survival is the only thing that matters in this galaxy. The only thing I can thank my parents for is giving me that early lesson.”

They were getting closer now. It was time.

“I know you didn’t seek me out after all this time just to spite me, Zethu.”

“No,” she reached for the blaster at her hip. “Actually I’m here on business.”

Gedos looked at her confused, before he saw the blaster pointed at him. She kept it low so as to attract as little notice from the populace as possible and tried to ignore the guilt slowly gnawing at her ribcage. “Who would have ever thought the honorable Gedos Sal would have worked for Crimson Dawn? I’m guessing rebellion didn’t put food on the table, right?”

“You?” he seemed incredulous. “They sent you?”

“Not just her.”

Gedos started in surprise as he nearly backed up into the Mandalorian. Zethu could see the dawning realization that he had been herded spark in his eyes. But there was no fear there. He looked from the Mandalorian back to her with only dismay and disappointment. “I will not go quietly,” he warned.

“I figured,” Zethu nodded.

“Do you have any idea what they will do to me if you take me back to them?” Gedos hissed. “When I left Arkania there was...there were no options for me! I did what I had to do—”

“To survive?” Zethu felt a force squeeze her heart. “Don’t worry, Gedos. Crimson Dawn won’t do anything with you.”

He looked grateful. In that split second before Zethu pulled him in close, a hand about his shoulder, he regarded her with a look she hadn’t seen on anyone’s face since childhood: complete trust.

And then she fired.

The gratitude on Gedos’ face melted into shock. He fell forward against her, only her arm keeping him propped up. She dropped the blaster to catch him fully as he struggled to speak. Horrid gurgling sounds retched out of his throat as his weakening hands began to beat at her chest to get away from her.

She knelt down, laying him out on that dirty side alley as he grabbed her by the collar, his face now a mask of twisted rage. “You shame...your family…” he choked, breath wheezing from burned out lungs. “You were right...you aren’t...one of us.”

She knew that. She had known that for her entire life. Why should a dying old man’s curse feel any worse? Gently, she tilted Gedo’s head upwards so his dead eyes could see the sun. “Stars guide you,” she whispered the old Offshoot words of passing. “May you walk into the light and never again know shadow, or darkness.”

Slowly, and on shaking legs she rose to her feet, head bowed low. “Crimson Dawn would have kept him alive for days,” she explained, voice threatening to break against her will. She was eight years old again and holding on to Gedo’s dirty work sleeves sobbing as her parents were dragged away. “Tortured him.”

“It was a mercy,” the Mandalorian understood this time. She looked up at him with dry eyes and she knew he was staring right back at her through that masked visor. “Let’s move him back to the ship.”

“No,” Zethu stayed his hand. “He has to look into the stars for just a few more moments or his soul will be trapped in shadow. It’s our way.”

He remained standing at her side in silence as Zethu counted the minutes, she never removed her hand from his arm. She lost count momentarily as she felt the Mandalorian’s gloved hand slowly cover her own. At her nod he let go and bent to pick up the body of Gedos Sal. She didn’t even have to tell him to keep the man’s eyes open. He seemed to guess that wouldn’t be right.

The little one latched on her leg, nudging her calf with its head. Gently she picked up the child and not for the first time wondered what the Imperials wanted with it. There came that sick feeling again, that shame and guilt, it would be another mercy to simply kill the kid so they’d never get the chance to tinker with it. Better still to kill its caretaker as well so he’d never have to live with the shame of failure.

“I can’t…” she whispered. “I—”

“We’ll need to steal another speeder…Zethu? Let’s go.”

The horror must have still been evident on her face because the Mandalorian gave her a quizzical tilt of his head. “I won’t do this,” she said stronger this time. “I don’t know what the Imperials want with you or the kid, but I...I can’t...the imps will need to find someone else to do their dirty work, because it won’t be me!”

#The Mandalorian #Din Djarin x OC #Din x oc #Mandalorian x oc #long post #Zethu Desh #fun with OCs #the Feelings are Starting folks #this story has COMPLETELY run away with me #Cin Vhetin

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miniwolfsbane · 6 years ago

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Copied from @andalite-angel post. Edited slightly.

A - Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, etc. are allowed.

Biospecialist, Marco/Rachel, Sam/Rahne, all cannon Disney Princess pairings, the two young kids Pacific Rim Uprising, Lancitty, Evo Kurt/ Amanda, Jott in Evo. Skyward??

B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or ***** that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.

Fanfic writers and Evo romy, adult Jubilee x Gambit, others.

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will.

Never gonna be big on Evo Romy ever again, will forever hate Rahne x Roberto, Sam and Rahne with anyone but each other!!

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t.

Evo Romy...somtimes. Because it does sorta make sense IN FANNON, but not in cannon. And Jean x Scott, because it’s so iconic, but I only like them in Evo, so...yah.

E - Have you added anything cracky crazy/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what?

See my fan fiction.

F - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom?

The Little Mermaid and Star Trek have been there for 95% of my life.

G - Have you ever had an OTP? If so, do you remember your first one? Who was in it?

Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Mask, Sam/Rahne, Ariel and Eric (first when I was 5, even though I wanted to be Ariel), Rachel Tobias (first when I was actually gettin into fandom), Jake/Cassie (Animorphs), Clark/Lana, Clark/Lois (I think??) and Chloe/Ollie, Romy (even in Evo at a point!), and now Eliza and Goliath in Gargoyles. I keep saying I’m not a shipper, but I think I’m just a subtle one that pines and doesn’t read a lot of fanfic, but my heart swells over seeing my OTP on screen

H - What is your favorite source text for fandom stuff (e.g., TV shows, movies, books, anime, Western animation, etc.)?

TV Shows and Western (superhero) Animation mostly, but also a few animes.

I - Has Tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why?

I was annoyed by the Agents Of Shield fandoms behavior for a while, but I’ve never stopped liking any fandoms because of Tumblr.

J - Name a fandom you didn’t think about until you saw it all over Tumblr. (You don’t have to care about it or follow it; it just has to be something that Tumblr made you aware of.)

SuperWhoLock, Riverdale...some other popular teen shows.

K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?

Tie between Sailor Moon and Gambit I guess, but I’m sure there are lots of others. Sailor Jupiter has a good arc as well, even though she doesn’t have a lot of character development TBH.

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves. (Characters you’re neutral about are fair game, as are characters you merely dislike. Characters that you absolutely loathe with the fire of ten thousand suns are exempt, as there is no point in giving yourself an aneurysm over a character that you hate.)

Roberto Dacosta’s super strength power is pretty cool and he’s a chill guy. And rich. (I just realized that a lot of X-Men characters are rich, actually. Gambit, Xavier, Warren and him. Holy crap.)

M - Name a character that you’d like to have for a friend.

Sailor Jupiter and Sailor Moon. TAS Rogue too, because she seems fun to hang with, and who wouldn’t like to be called “Sugah” all the time?

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).

MORE GAMBIT (and comic Nightcrawler) IMAGINES!! And just more love and less fan wars across all fandoms, really.

O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?

Hero by Chad Kroger. Ship: Romy or Mollyx Remy. Character: Gambit or Angel.

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas).

For any fandom? A mad scientist and a famous baker get together after the scientist contacts aliens, resulting in a warring invasion on earth.

Q - A fandom you’ve abandoned and why.

To be perfectly honest, The Smurfs because we’re a Christain household and we found it had stuff in it we didn’t agree with. I was three. Other than that, I’ve only given up one other fandom permenantly that wasn’t what I thought it was and chosen at a bad time.

R - Which friendship/platonic relationship is your favorite in fandom?

Kurt and Kitty in Evo, and Logan and Kurt is cool, but I don’t actually pay much attention to it.

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)

Hmmm. One that isn’t too boring? Remy isn’t (wasn’t? He is married now) particular about a woman’s height and is comfortable enough with himself to date a woman much taller or shorter than he is. (Remember, Frenzy was freaking 6′7 before she got rebooted to a normal height and it was implied they had history.) For a while it was a wish of mine they’d pair him with a short gal, because all X-women are physically clones of each other, minus Rahne, Kitty and Jubilee. Blargh. Oooh, just had an idea for a new art project to make the girls look individual! ^_^

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending?

Besides the above? Uh...headcannon that Remy smells good and his hair is silky to the touch and yes I’m a sick, weird little person, I know. Haha, not really. I’m not much of a headcannon person.

U - Three favorite characters from three different fandoms, and why they’re your favorites.

* Gambit: Hot, suave, lit, accent, good cook, romantic, my fictional ideal man (told you, I’m sick and weird). * Sailor Jupiter: Sweet, loyal, living on her own at bloody 14 years old, strong physically and emotionally, had trouble believing/finding her feminity like me, tall (not like me!), brunette character, thunder powers. * Tuvok (Star Trek): My second crush ever, calm, reflective, hot grandpa, sarcasm galore, strong, suffers emotionally and physically, POC and like the only black vulcan that I know of, cute little boy chest, that butt (XD), frakin’ hot.

V - Which character do you relate to most?

Surprisingly, one I haven’t talked about yet and that I’m not really fandom-y about. Rapunzel from Tangled. When I saw the movie, I was attached to her immediately. I’d grown up homeschooled and at that point I’d been caregiving for one of my parents for six years at that point, unable to move out and get married and have much of a life, so I was always metaphorically in a tower too. I have childish interests, am artistic and creative, have done LOTS of self-insert art like her, and am a generally happy person (even if I don’t always show it and don’t smile enough). So, out of every character in my many fandoms, I relate to Rapunzel the most. Also, I have only 2 things of Tangled merch-the movie, the soundtrack, and a gorgeous bedspread that’s actually based on the show, but doesn’t look like it. (I don’t like it’s animation/character designs, so it’s been hard to get into it.)

W - A trope which you are virtually certain to hate in any fandom.

OMG, do we have to go here? Anything over-sexualized or kinky or just plain gross/weird. (v***, gore, ect.) There’s this one X-Men:Evo artist on DA that would be brilliant, but I can’t stomach their gallery because they feel the need to do a few v*** and bondage pics amongst otherwise G-rated pictures. *throws up* IT’S A SHOW FOR 7-YEAR OLDS!!

X - A trope which you are almost certain to love in any fandom.

Huge guy, Tiny girl! (but it looks...weird...in live action. *Good Luck Charlie flashbacks*.) Also age differences. Some people are put off by Usagi and Mamo’s age difference in Classic, but I think it’s cute and they were really chaste about it. Specifically, I liked the part where he told her to do well in school for some reason.

Y - What are your secondhand fandoms (i.e., fandoms you aren’t in personally but are tangentially familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them)? Holy crap, Pride and Prejudice and Anne of Green Gables. No one on my dash is into them though, it’s a real life thing. Long story.

Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go! (Prompts optional but encouraged.)

I have written more self-inserts than is probably healthy, but at least I’ve mostly gotten past my teenage phase of thinking anime guys are hot and it’s extended to Gambit as well. I’d much rather see him be portrayed by a living, breathing actor semi-bringing my fantasies to life than as a drawn character. Well, not that I’m not happy seeing him animated and his voice in Evo is still super hot, but that’s another thing. Anyway, on that note, I wish XM:E weren’t a dead fandom and I could get more reviews instead of just faves/follows. I get so frustrated, because I’m not writing my fics for myself, I’m writing them to finish the story and for the fans. I know OCs/SI aren’t everyones bread and butter, but when you work hard on something, you want people to enjoy and appreciate it on it’s own merits. My regulars dropped off the planet and the fandom is just not that active online. (It’s still kind of active though, otherwise the Gambit and other prints on Steven Gordon’s online store wouldn’t have sold out so fast.) I wish it had been as creative as the MLP fandom, but even that wouldn’t have saved it. Thankfully, there are a few people “keeping the faith”, like Coldfusion180 and some others. They haven’t abandoned it and people have made AMVs for it in recent years, long after the shows cancellation. I know we’ve all moved on in one way or another, but it’s still nice to see the love for the show and it’s characters going strong, even if we’re now a niche fandom, tiny, but there. And even if I don’t get another single review up until the last in the series, at least I can say I finished it, if nothing else. Even if your fandom is dead, keep supporting it. If we don’t keep the characters alive, they die and are forgotten. They need us.

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Season V - Afterthoughts on the 2nd Arc

This is more about Ep. 11, 12 & 13, but I gave the 1st Arc the same amount of attention. I might as well do the same for the 2nd Arc.

-----------------------------Episode 7-----------------------------------------------

I’ve said pretty much everything I wanted to say about these first few episodes in the arc, so I’ll just leave a true afterthought:

I was really surprised how quickly we got back into the action again, and that X & Zero got all the way about to their boss fights before the episode came to a close. Moreover, I was really happy that I was able to further develop things from Dynamo’s perspective, who was still recovering from his fight with Zero.

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These were rock solid fights against Spiral Pegasus & Dark Necrobat. With the way things worked out, I like how Zero barely survived his fight, and actually needed to learn how to work with Alia in order to win. [In hind-sight, X being able to teleport his weapon chip to Zero is sort of a cop-out, but.. that’s Mega Science, baby. Alia’s a genius!!]

The rest of the episode was sort of a strange moving of the chess-pieces. X getting his Gaea Armor part, Zero flying home and everything in between.

But I still love how it ended, with Dynamo surprise attacking the base, once again and this time it was X’s turn to defend their home.

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This one was pretty climactic. I really enjoyed X’s fight with Dynamo and exploring more of Dynamo’s sociopathic motivations.

After the fight, I feel like it suffered from some necessary moving of the chess-pieces, but in a way it gave me a chance to do something interesting with Lifesaver’s character. He doesn’t really trust X or Zero, seeing as they aren’t affected by the Virus in one way or another. And X’s lashing out against Zero was an unexpected addition, which added tension to their straining relationship. I both liked and disliked this, considering what I was setting up for later.

This one just sort of ended while X & Zero just started their next missions, but Zero got a really good Repliforce flashback out of the deal. It explained why he was so adamant about finishing them off, I hope. I wanted to make him seem like less of a loose cannon and more of a focussed warrior with a long-goal in mind.

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I was really happy once this one was over! Zero’s stage was way more exciting than X’s, but with his new ability of flight, I had to let X spread his wings. [I also, wanted to get to his fight with Rosered as soon as possible.]

Once the Rosered fight was over and X got to coalesce with Zero, things felt right again.

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This episode wrote itself, man! I had so much fun working on it.

The very first thing I did was take the all the Canon Dialogue to see what I was working with. I had everything laid out. The shuttle take-off set-up, and then every possible outcome. This is where things got very creative. I had to use colors.

I colored all of the good sequence dialogue in green. Then I colored all the bad sequence dialogue in red. Then I went even further and looked at the failed, time ran-out sequence and saw very usable dialogue that I wanted to take from there. I colored that in crimson.

As I wrote all of those conflicting sequences out, I added one transition moment in the stage directions which took us from the Good Scenario to the Bad Scenario. This stage direction was colored in amber. [That being a piece of debris knocking into Zero’s ship and throwing him off-course at the last minute.]

After playing with colors, I took a look at the Pre-mission set up, and saw what needed expanding in a 2nd session.

X, Zero & Signas reacting to Douglas’ bad news about Auto-pilot not working was very organic and easy to write. This continued into a hallway scene, where X practically begs Zero not to go, but I made sure for X not to volunteer himself either, because the canon dialogue already does that for us, once Zero is strapped in and ready for take-off.

The only other thing I had to set up was Zero going over to the Shuttle to settle in. I really liked this, because it’s the last time I get to write Zero acting heroic, before everything changes. More-over, I threw in some interesting continuity regarding all those Technicians he saved from Spiral Pegasus’ base. One of the new recruits introduces himself as Tack and thanks him for everything he’s done. {If you’re wondering where I pulled that name from, look no further than the X6 Rescued Reploid list. Yes... I am setting things up for X6. But I will not overload us with OCs, because that is not the point of that story.}

With that done, I looked everything over in my 3rd session and expanded upon the worst scenario stuff, in crimson. Life imitated Art here in an awesome way. I was writing this segment on my laptop late at night, before bed and my battery was almost dying. I shit you not, literally after writing the news segment, the computer shut down. Like, I hit period, Dropbox Autosaved, and then bam. It was toast! I could NOT get over that. I wasn’t very worried about losing stuff, because Dropbox Word Online is pretty good like that. I double-checked how the file looked on my phone, and sure as shit, everything I just wrote was there.

That was a great way to end Session 3.

In the next days I tackled a Session 4, where I think I opened up The Battle of Two Fates and compared notes. It was definitely in this awesome place, where I could work on both at once. One Chapter was showing things from X’s perspective and the other was showing things from Zero’s perspective. I truly loved what was happening. My original fan script was finally, truly connecting to the series. I was finally catching up to my Long-Goal.

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Then, came the Flashback Sequence from Hell. [I might’ve used that term before, but this time it was real.]

The Battle of Two Fates, being my first fan script ever had a lot of exposition in it within the stage directions...

Since writing Season I, I always knew I’d come back to this and change that exposition into a cool flashback sequence. I even started with a long Vile flashback once Season I was done, but I got rid of it almost immediately since it didn’t flow with the rest of the one-shot at all.

By the time Season II was done, I had done so many different things with Zero that I probably thought it best to just tackle that Exposition/Flashback Sequence once everything was done.

This was a good move, but also very frustrating.

I didn’t know it yet, but this Flashback Sequence was easily going to become it’s own episode.

At first, I followed The Battle of Two Fates exposition to a T. I gave us the two moments where X & Zero fight Vile from X1.

Then, I was supposed to go where Zero saved X from the Black Clone Zero in X2, but guess what? Zero’s Maverickism in that Season was a cluster-fuck and rehashing all of that was it’s own chore of a task.

Already, the sequence was messed up. After that was supposed to be quick shots of their teamwork in X3 & X4, but due to Mega Missions & Xtreme 2... That Teamwork was now very layered, and complicated. Not so cut and dry, ‘lets stop the bad guys buddy’, like I had originally depicted from the one-shot.

So... I picked and chose the highlights of the entire series... I had to! [How I thought this would cram into the tail end of Ep. 11 is beyond me.]

To go into further detail about how I edited, re-edited, and even further condensed and compromised all of those flashbacks is a fool’s errand. But I will tell you that I had more fun with colors, opting for X’s narrations to be Blue and his Flashback dialogue to be normal black. It was also smart to throw his entire narration into it’s own file and see if the monologue made sense, by itself.

[This is definitely mostly the case.]

Once I had all the moments and scenes that I wanted, Episode 11 was like, 42 pages!!! Easily, split in half, but I didn’t want to do that. I tried cutting down the flashbacks as much as possible, and managed to make it 36 pages, maybe? Still no good.

So as stated before, I decided that two 18-pages chapters were way more digestible than one, 36 page chapter.

And there we had it, episode 12 was a giant flashback, aftershock chapter where X and we the audience come to terms with the fact that Zero, as we know and love him.. is no more...

--------------------------------Episode 13----------------------------------------------

This one was less about writing, and more about editing than anything else. It’s also the true beginning of the 3rd Arc, so technically it doesn’t belong in this entry. But since they pair so well together, here we go.

The Battle of Two Fates was written as a Christmas Gift in 2010.

The editing to this chapter took place technically as early as Season I, 2011. I had already stated putting in both full Vile fights, but that didn’t flow at all so it was taken out.

But the next technical edit was when I created this blog in 2015. I made a script formatted version, and it was really hard to keep all the dialogue and over-expositional stage directions in. But I did.

Flash forward to now, 2019 when I was really working on this. At the beginning of the 2nd Arc, I fiddled with the battle itself. I noticed that X used a lot of X3 weapons and the Storm Tornado from X1. All of that was edited to X5 & X4 weapons. I definitely beefed up the dialogue to this before truly tackling S.V - Ep 7. I added the Serges continuity from X2 into their hate-talk. X was way less of a pansy... :p [I still can’t believe I wrote that. I generally shocked myself from my past writing.]

So from the battle on, I was mostly covered.

I may have opened it, while working on Ep. 8 or 9, just because. The only thing that was done there was inserting slashes to some of the opening moments of the chapter. I didn’t want to delete anything yet, but I was sure that certain things weren’t gonna work, or needed big changes if they were going to be included.

This takes us back to the flashback sequence. Once I was unknowingly working on Episode 12, I slashed out all of that exposition stage direction nonsense, and deleted it.

The familiar Episode 11 sequences were thrown into the beginning to show Zero’s perspective on everything. Adding a “Moments Ago” caption was the perfect solution to my giant flashback episode. This unfortunately makes Chapter 12 very skippable for folks who just wanna get to the action, but I also don’t blame them.

So even before getting to Episode 13, all of this was kind of pre-done for me.

What really needed working on, mostly was cleaning up the stage directions at first. The tiny goal from session 1 was to just get to X teleporting to the area.

Once X was teleported and we were in the now, I really had to fix almost all of their interactions. This took a session or 3 in itself, but eventually everything that I liked, new and old was reworked, nicely. There was this giant build for one of them to finally throw the first punch, and I really liked how I handled that within their dialogue.

We get a dropkick with a block. Then a fist-clash, and finally the first charge shot.

The ensuing battle after that was mostly unchanged. The only thing left to work on was Alia & Signas’ random dialogue before they duke it out. It wasn’t fully necessary, but I wanted to give a small break in the action, and also keep with the continuity that Alia was going to give X his new armor. [Only this time, it was going to be the Gaea Armor, rather than the Falcon Armor.]

Those battle changes were already worked on from before, so once I got to this section, is was more logistical clean up than anything else.

My last challenge was to get X home once he gets the Gaea Armor. Originally, he got the Falcon Armor and was majorly overpowered by it. It’s what gave him the win against Zero (and ultimately kill him.) [That could not keep for 2 reasons. 1, X already had it. And 2... The Falcon Armor is actually pretty.. weak.] X5′s Armors were designed with checks and balances. The Falcon Armor was light-weight and new with that special flight ability and sweet charge shot, but you could forget charging weapons. X4′s Armor was standard, but you had the Plasma Shot and could charge weapons. And of course, the Gaea Armor was a specialty, meant for spikes and strong defense against enemies. And a sick Giga Attack. But other than that, you could forget about speed, air-dashing or using ANY special weapons. You can’t even equip parts to make him faster or anything.

[Because believe me, that was a plan I had in mind.]

So with that... This chapter didn’t fall as flat as I thought it would.

X gets his Gaea Armor/2nd chance at life. But Zero is long-gone.

Rather than have X pursue a 2nd battle, as he did in the original chapter, this was the perfect break in action to come home. It wasn’t too hard to shift what he and Alia say, in order for her to convince him to come home.

Remember that he hasn’t recovered from any of the fights against Rosered, Dino-Rex and now a fully Awakened Zero who wasn’t holding back.

So this was believable for me to have X get like.. a jump to his system in receiving the Gaea Armor, but that being it. Not a full power-up. Not a 2nd lease on life. Just... being alive at all, and needing to come home and sleep it off, finally.

The last line became Zero’s line. “It’s time to finish the mission...”

Which means that there is more on Zero’s agenda than just X, after all.

Is there hope for their friendship yet?

You’ll just have to wait and see.

As for right now, the 2nd Arc is over, and the 3rd Arc has opened up to a climactic start. I’m looking forward to figuring out these next steps, but for now, I’ve enjoyed reflecting on all of this.

What about you guys? What do you think? Was there a favorite moment you had from the 2nd Arc, or even the 1st? How about the start of the 3rd Arc?? Was it everything you were hoping for, or were you hoping things would go differently? Please feel free to leave feedback, and leave comments below.

Until then, later guys.

#Season V Diaries #Afterthoughts on the 2nd Arc #Ep. 7 #Ep. 8 #Ep. 9 #Ep. 10 #Ep. 11 #Ep. 12 #Ep. 13

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violent ends (chapter 4)

(chapter 4)

series masterlist

genre: hunger games!au

pairing: huang renjun x oc, na jaemin x oc

warnings: mentions of prostitution, language, violent deaths, fighting, angst, fluff, + possible nsfw.

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"So, each of the districts get their own floors. Since you're from two, you get the second floor." Doyoung explains as we step out of the elevator.

As we walk into the apartment, I stare in awe at the glamorous quarters. There are many giant glass columns and a random display of silver trees and rocks.

"Here is the living room and your rooms are over here. How about you freshen up for dinner?" suggests Doyoung.

In my room, I am met by a bed with a silky, soft comforter. I make my way into the spacious bathroom and hop into the shower. Inside, there was a panel with hundreds of buttons that regulated water temperature, pressure, and even provided massaging sponges.

After finishing, a heater dried my hair and body completely. I pressed another button and a box began sending electrical currents through my scalp, instantly untangling my hair.

Returning the bedroom in comfortable clothes, I see a strange-looking remote on the bed-side table. Intrigued, I begin pressing random buttons. As a result, the window showcasing the lights and building of the Capitol changes into different sceneries.

First, there was a city street filled with cheerful families walking together. After pressing a different button, a dry and deserted desert appeared on the screen.

Switching it once again, a scene showing several mountains peaking through behind a forest of trees. I felt a pulling-feeling in my chest. My throat also feeling slightly choked-up.

During the holidays, every year Taeyong would take me into the mountains of our district. He would pretend to be my knight in shining armor, while I was the princess in distress. He'd never tell anyone, but sometimes it was even the other way around.

It's also where he taught me how to hunt and find my own food. How to determine between what is the good food and what is the not so very good food.

It was the only time I remember us ever truly being kids. Not soldiers, just a thirteen and seven year old exploring the big, exciting world together.

Then everything went to shit after Taeyong went to the games. That year, the Gamemakers had chosen a forest for the terrain. However, it was filled with dangerous wild dogs, wolves, and spiders. The spiders had enhanced speed and were extremely venomous. However, the wild dogs were capable of changing their form and copying the voices of the tributes.

Because of this, the entire Career pack was slaughtered alive. Taeyong was the only one who managed to escape. Wounded and without supplies, a twelve year old boy from District 11 named Dong Sicheng had found and formed a alliance with him. Sicheng had shared all of his supplies and even nursed him back to health.

On the last day, they were approached by the last remaining tribute. Taeyong, spotted him and fired an arrow straight into his heart. As he turned around to check on Sicheng, he was met with the boy clutching a harpoon, longed deep in his chest.

Dong Sicheng slowly died in Taeyong's arms.

After the cannon went off, the Captitol announced over the speakers that Lee Taeyong of District 2 was the winner of the 64th Hunger Games.

No longer did he take me to the mountains. Honestly, we never did anything together. Since then, the closest I ever got to be to him was the one time when the rest of my family stood by him during his stop in District 2 during his press tour.

I've always wondered how he felt. Wondered if he blames himself for what happened. However, I never wanted to intrude. It's not like I ever got the opportunity to ask him, anyways.

However, since I'm going in the games soon. I hope to eventually work up the courage to sit down and have a real talk with him. The real Taeyong, not the victor or mentor he acts like in front of everyone else.

I opened the door to see Doyoung, Renjun, and Taeyong sitting at the dining room table.

Once I sat down in the acid-green chair, Taeyong began talking, "The plan for tomorrow is the same for the both of you. You go to group training. Spend time practicing something your weakest at. Swing a mace. Throw a spear. Tie a decent knot. It doesn't really matter, just save showing off for the private session with the Gamemakers. Are we clear?"

Renjun and I both nod our heads at him.

"Well, have the two of you gotten to know any of the other tributes yet?" pries an interested Doyoung.

"I haven't. Although, Athena seems to be checking out the competition, already." Renjun answers, nonchalantly.

"Wonderful!" Doyoung innocently chimed, "It's never too early to start considering possible alliances. Are you going to ask anyone to join the two of you?"

"Oh, we're not-" Renjun and I said at the same time. We're laughing as if he's said the funniest joke in the world.

"We've always maintained our own completely different strategies. Renjun prefers to be the predator. There's no doubt in my mind that if he does want to work with others, it'll end up being an alliance with the other Careers. " Renjun just silently nods in agreement.

"And what about you?" asked Doyoung.

"Let's just say I prefer not to walk around with a huge target on my head. I want to team up with someone well-liked, so we can get resources through sponsors." I explained.

"Like Na Jaemin?" sneers Renjun.

"You know people have been calling him the Prince of Panem. He's made quite the impression, already." Doyoung chimes, "And he's not the only one. People have been raving about you, Athena. They've even started calling you, the Golden Girl."

"That's good." Taeyong quietly adds to the conversion, "If you keep this up you'll get lots of sponsors."

Doyoung suddenly blurts, "In fact, most people think Jaemin and you would make a good couple."

At this remark, Taeyong drops his knife loudly on the table, while Renjun chokes on his drink. My mouth begins opening and closing like a fish, struggling to come up with a reply.

"We're done for tonight. You two should go to bed now." Taeyong orders, not hiding his agitation.

Quickly, we all return to our rooms. I crash on my bed and stare up at ceiling.

Jaemin and I as a couple?

Where did they even dream up that possibility from? I mean, we only had one barely two-minute conversation. People really do amaze me sometimes.

My thoughts are broken by a barely-there knock at my door. I groan and force myself off the bed.

I roll my eyes, before opening the door and saying, "Renjun, would you kindly please fuck off?"

However, the person standing there was definitely not Renjun. I tilt my chin up to see no other than Lee Taeyong, towering over me.

"Oh, sorry." I frown, embarrassed.

"Can I come in?" He politely asks me.

I step to the side and allow him inside. Once he's fully in, I closed the door behind him.

"Finally decided to talk to me, huh?"

He just stays silent, just letting me say whatever I please.

"You know, I thought you'd at least be happy for me. I mean, you of all people should know that this is the best thing that could ever happen to me." The emotions I've been holding in for the past 10 years are finally coming to the surface.

Taeyong looks at me with pity, "Athena, there are some things you don't know. Things that the school or our parents never taught us."

"What are you even talking about?" I pressure.

"After the games, you couldn't see me for a reason." He took a heavy breath, "Sometimes, if a victor is considered desirable, the president gives them as a reward or allows people to buy them for money. It’s not just me either, the same thing happened to Finnick Odair a year later."

"What do you mean, 'buy'?" I swallow.

"For sex."

It’s quiet.

"I was given no choice. He said that he would kill both of our parents and even you if I didn't obey." His eyes begin tearing up, "Athena, you don't know how much I wanted to come see you and teach you things."

"Taeyong." I whimper.

I felt sick to my stomach. How could they do that to him? He was just a thirteen year old kid. Even worse, how could I let myself hate and be jealous of him, when all along he was the reason I was still even living?

"I know I'm a horrible brother, but please listen to me when I say the Capitol uses everyone, including you. You have been taught that this, the games, are normal and something to be proud of. You haven't even seen how horrible it is for the lower districts. They can barely make it through one day without starving. They have basically nothing, while the Capitol is feeding off them."

Anger rises up in me. I look around at all the expensive things in the room. Think about the large amount of fancy food I've consumed while in the Capitol. I'm furious, because I've been lied to and tricked. Furious for Taeyong and all the others the Capitol has taken advantage of.

I jump into my brothers arms and completely break down. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean what I said Taeyong. It was stupid. I'm stupid."

"It's okay. You didn’t know." He shushes, while holding me.

“Listen to me. If you-“ he corrects himself, “When you win this thing, I’m not going to let him do anything to you, okay?”

“Taeyong, can I tell you something? I’ve just never got the chance to.” I ask.

He nods.

“What happened to Sicheng wasn’t your fault. You understand that, right?”

He painfully looks down at the floor, before slowly nodding.

“I’m serious, Taeyong. It’s not your fault.”

By the time he looks up, I am able to clearly see him. Underneath the years of pain, hidden away was a vulnerable boy. The tears come falling down his cheeks.

We spend the rest of the night talking about our past, telling stories. Both laughing and crying together.

My brother and I.

#nct au #nct smut #nct imagines #nct #nct dream #nct dream smut #jaemin #jeno #renjun #haechan #taeyong #doyoung

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