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Paradise on Earth (21)

Chapter: 21. Poguelandia

Pair: JJ Maybank x Routledge! Reader

Summary: island paradise fades into memory when you and the pogues are rescued by a strange man

Warnings: language, violence, jealousy, kidnapping, plane crash, animal cruelty (i guess), guns, allusions to murder, let me know if I'm missing anything.

Word Count: 7.2k

a/n: idk if you guys listen to lana but i feel like jj x y/n are so 'chemtrails over the country club' coded

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You once believed that the Outerbanks were as close to peace and paradise as you would ever get. The waves on the beach, tanning on the boat, and beers that tasted like shit but were a refreshing lifesaver on a hotter-than-hell day. You were wrong.

Poguelandia was your Paradise on Earth.

You were aware of how insane it must be to be glad you were stuck on an island with absolutely no way of getting back to modern civilization, but the whole experience of this place was out of body. You were in the most ideal situation of your current stranded status.

You weren't alone, you had your family with you, with your combined strengths and skills you were all able to build a system on how to survive.

The first week was full of prep, foraging fresh fruit, gathering coconuts and wood, figuring out how to boil fresh water, and weaving a shelter from when it rains out of leaves and long sticks.

JJ made sure to claim the island with a flag made out of his white T-shirt and ash from the fires you all made to keep warm during the night. He climbed high up on top of a palm tree to tie the flag. Just as he said he would, it read 'Poguelandia' with a chicken laying back with its arms (wings) behind its head, chillin' in a coconut bra and Crocs, smoking a joint.

Sure, fresh water was a bitch and a half to make and food came straight out of the ocean but when you thought about it- the only difference between Poguelandia and the OBX was that the Chateau was a slightly more stable shelter. Well, that and here you had free food.

In all honesty, if there was a boat that miraculously did find a way to this island that could take you all home, you weren't sure if you would want to leave.

The only person whom you shared this confession with was JJ. He confessed he felt the same.

On week two with no sign of life, the reality of the situation slowly creeps its way into the group's minds, with plenty of time to think about what you wanted from life, if there was one past Poguelandia- this was what you wanted. The life JJ's described to you a million times before.

The boards were the only thing lacking, however, JJ was prepared to chop down a tree with his pocket knife and make one through trial and error.

Late one night, the others were fast asleep, you had taken a nap earlier during the day and were the last one still up, you took a walk to the beach and let the cool water trickle over your feet. You stood there with your eyes closed until you felt yourself shiver from the cold.

You were thinking about curling up by the dying fire and willing yourself to sleep, that was until you flinched at the 'Hey dude' you heard to your left.

"Hey," You replied once your heart calmed. "Thought you were knocked out."

"I was but then I felt someone was missing," He nudged you with his elbow. "Had to make sure you weren't eaten by a jaguar or something."

"I'm pretty sure if there was a jaguar here, we would know by now."

"Or would we? They really got that sneak attack down pact," He spoke in a knowing tone.

You nudged him back with two fingers on his shoulders, "Then I suggest we get hunting." JJ looked like a God in sunlight, but under the moon with the view of the water it made you want to kiss the life out of him. Neither of you ever acknowledged the moments in the dark of night during the summer when John B was presumed dead, you knew he didn't want to.

It was in the back of your mind constantly these days, you no longer pushed back on the thoughts that told you he possibly wanted more, you could file everything under him being a protective best friend and that he was only looking out for you cause he didn't want to see you get hurt, John B would kill him if he could've prevented something from hurting you. Including himself, a voice in your head urged you to consider.

"What?" JJ asked, a nervous smile peeking through. You blinked, realizing you'd been staring at him.

"Nothing. Sorry," You shook your head with a smile of your own. You both stood in silence for a minute before you gathered the courage to ask him, "If we had a way of getting off this island, would you?"

"Hell no," He responded without hesitation. "Nah, I mean, would you?"

You scoffed out a laugh, "No, Yes. No." It was a dream you didn't want to wake up from, waking up would be coming back to reality, realistically you couldn't stay here in this moment forever but it will be engraved in your mind for the rest of your life.

"I get it," He shrugged.

"Do you?" You questioned with no other underlying connotation but hope. He had nothing in the OBX, other than problems, disappearing off of the face of the earth was in his favor. You had... well, you had John B and the Chateau. Was it worth going back for the latter?

"Nah, not really, we've been living here." JJ spread his arms out and turned in a circle to compliment the island. "Best life I've lived on this here, Poguelandia."

"Yeah," You fixed your gaze back on the water.

"But you, I guess, you'd wanna go back to school or something," JJ sniffed.

You raised your eyes to look at him, he thought that you were concerned about school? With all that you've been through, that was the last thing on your mind, that's probably on top two of Pope's list. You supposed that if you were talking about reasons to go back, if you had to, finishing school would have to be a priority in getting your life together.

"J, fuck school."

He barked out a laugh til he was wheezing, hands on his knees, face red (from what you could see with the darkness), clutching his stomach as he gathered himself. "Fuck school." He nodded and coughed out the rest of his amusement.

"This was the goal, wasn't it? To stay, I want to stay."

"Yeah you do," He grinned. "If the lady wants to stay, we'll stay."

The deal was sealed with the handshake made years ago, on the last side bump and snap you both stood looking at each other for a second longer than necessary.

"I thought it'd be weird if I just said that I wanted to stay, we have no reason to go back, at least you and I don't."

"Now you know I got you, you stay, I stay. The rest of them can fuck off," He turned back to see everyone still asleep. "Not really, they should stay too, but you get what I mean."

"Yeah, dude."

Something slithered past your foot in the water and you jumped.

"Oh my fucking god!" You squealed, stepping away from the water and onto the safety of the beach sand. "Did you feel that?"

JJ bent a little, reaching his finger into the water, "What, this?" He splashed water up at you.

"JJ!" You giggled and kicked water at him in revenge. "Your ass is mine."

"Promise?" A bigger splash came your way.

~~~

You, Kie, and JJ were carving wood into spears to hunt for fish when Kie brought up the same topic you and JJ were talking about a couple of weeks ago. She thought aloud about potentially being rescued.

"Rescue?" JJ scoffed, "From what, Paradise? I'm not going back."

Kie glanced at you with an amused smile and continued to stare at JJ as he admired the island.

"Look around, we got everything we need, right here." JJ sent you a quick wink, causing you to smile knowingly as you finished wrapping the sharp rock around the rigid stick.

"Just like we talked about," Kie mused. You were taken aback slightly at the romanticism behind her tone.

With a nod of his head, JJ agreed, "Exactly."

The time on the island has given you time to reflect and accept what's always been there, and you are no longer going to deny the attraction in Kie's eyes when she looks at JJ. There had been a shift in the dynamic and you weren't sure how this would end. Last you checked, JJ was in love with Kie, Kie never batted a lash at that fact, you were in love with JJ- something you never openly confessed to anyone except Kiara. It's not like you needed to anyway, they all more or less knew.

"We ready to provide for the family?" JJ hops up and twirls the sharp stick.

"Let's do it," You dust off your shorts.

"Let's go kill something!" JJ practically skipped in excitement at the thought of action.

Kie cringed, "You don't have to say it like that."

"That's exactly what we're gonna do."

"It sounds barbaric," Kie didn't like the idea of killing an innocent creature but even she had to admit that surviving on fruit was simply not enough.

"Circle of life, Kie, unless you want to eat coconuts forever" JJ's mention of the fruit made your stomach turn.

"After the past month, I think I'm good on coconuts," She admitted.

The three of you traveled to the west side of the beach where there was known to be constant active sea life, as noted by JJ. He instructed you both on how to stand and how to stab the spear into the water, you and Kie practiced until JJ said he saw something moving.

"Remember, watch your shadow, they see that and they're gone" JJ warned you both. "Here we go."

You weren't entirely confident in your newly acquired skills but it was your nerves or your dinner, and you were starved.

You spotted something in the water, silver and gliding smoothly in its environment. "Guys, look!"

"It's a skate," JJ confirmed, "Get 'em."

"Got it!" You went in for the kill but it swam away faster than you could stab. "Kie, he's coming toward you."

"I can't," She hesitated. "I really can't."

JJ follows the fish and spears the stick into the water with a grunt, "Damn it, I missed it. Where is it?"

You snorted, "So do we all just suck at-" Before you could finish your sentence, Kie lifted the makeshift spear with the skate at the end of it.

"Oh my god," She exclaimed and jumped into JJ's arms.

"You did it!" You cheered her on despite the jealousy gnawing away at you.

JJ hugged her back with one arm, "We're having skate tonight!"

Your nose wrinkled at the blood that dripped from the fish, "Full Pogue." You murmured.

"Full pogue!" JJ repeated in a loud shout.

~~~

You came back heroes to the rest. Cheers echoed when you came back with protein.

You sat around in a circle with adequately full stomachs, a game of truth or dare started not too long ago, it went back to Sarah whose turn it was to ask.

"John B, truth or dare?" She took the hat made out of leaves and tossed it to your brother who chose truth. "If you could do it all again... what would you do differently?"

Your mouth formed an 'o' as you nodded, the question was a good one, you knew everyone had plenty of things they'd do differently from the beginning.

"Get the gold before Ward did," JJ spoke.

"Hide the cross a little better," Pope stated after.

"Not yell 'murderer' at Ward, maybe," Kie side glanced at you guiltily, her shoulders hunched in a shrug.

"Steal a couple of bottles of rum before we jumped off the boat," John B answered.

"Yeah, why didn't you do that, actually?" JJ whose back was facing the group had turned to ask him.

"Cause I was running for my life, maybe," John B looked at you all for help jokingly.

You chuckled, "I'd probably not sleep with Rafe." You winced at your own confession. Sarah's eyebrows shot up.

"Hold up," She let out a laugh of disbelief and straightened on her place on the log, "When was this?"

"Feels like long ago, at this point," You released a stressful sigh.

"Yeah, we've all made some crazy ass choices," Kie came to defend.

"I guess we're even now," Sarah eased back into her seat. "You're taste is despicable though."

You couldn't help but look at JJ for a second, to see if he had any reaction, he kept quiet and continued drawing random patterns in the sand with a stick.

Cleo broke the slight tension that was creeping its way in, "I would look both ways before crossing the street."

"Yeah, my bad," John B laughed.

"You're turn, chief." Cleo focuses on John B to ask the next person. He turns to Kie and asks her to pick, plopping the hat onto her head.

She chose, "Truth."

"If you could go to your parent's house on figure eight this instant, would you do it?"

She deliberates for a short while, "No chance."

"Seconded," Sarah agrees.

"Hear, hear," JJ lifts his coconut.

"The shower's tempting though."

You groaned at the thought of a shower, "I could use a good shower right now."

Kie throws the hat JJ's way, it falls to the sand before he picks it up, "JJ. Truth or dare."

"I mean, do you even need to ask?" He fixes it on his head.

She points to the highest cliff in view, "Big jump. Nobody's done it yet, dare."

There wasn't a hint of hesitation in his expression as he went straight up the cliff. The rest of you waited down below cheering him on as you saw his small figure standing on the edge of the rock.

"There he goes," You say to no one in particular.

Kie stands to the right of you with her arms crossed, shaking her head with a smirk, "He's not gonna do it."

"Oh, you think I'm not gonna do it?" Somehow JJ heard her from all the way on top. Part of you thought he wouldn't either, he's been up there for a few minutes now as if he calculating the height and the possibility of him dying from the rocks below, though you couldn't recall when was the last time he cared.

"He's gonna do it," Pope counters. "It's highly dangerous, zero reward? He's doing it."

JJ howled to the ocean, exerting the energy he would need to jump. He took several steps back before going into a run and his body hit the waves.

He swam to meet you all on the shore, Pope and John B tackled him into the water as soon as he was able to walk away from the waves that were calling to the group.

While the boys drowned themselves, you and the girls ran into the water, letting it cool you down from the heat of the day.

You didn't know the guys were done with their mini wrestling match, and let out a surprised scream at a pair of arms circling your waist from behind you and lifting you out of the water to then be body slammed in.

JJ emerged at the same time you did, you parted the hair from your face as you came up and launched yourself at him in an attempt to 'drown' him. It didn't last very long, his arms were around you once more and carried you bridal style out of the water, following the group back to the shelter.

"I actually thought I was gonna die, I'ma be honest!" He admitted.

"You looked like you were gonna die," Pope told him. "I thought you were gonna die."

"You can put me down now, thanks," You glared at him with no real malice. Your arms were still wrapped around his neck.

He shook his head, "Nah, I'm good."

You rolled your eyes, and only missed his warmth a little when he set you back on the ground to walk back where the others were already starting a fire for the night.

Silence befell the group as the sun went down and the sky grew dark, the lighthearted fun turned into a peaceful calm as you all sat around the pit of burning embers.

~~~

"Y/n, wake up," You felt your shoulder being pushed. You shoved the hand away from you, you had found a comfortable position a couple of hours ago in your sleep, you were in deep. "Come on."

With an irritated huff of your breath, you wiped the sleep from your eye and saw that mostly everyone was gone, Sarah was hovering above you. You sat up quickly, and your eyes widened at the sound of the blades of a plane.

You walked over to the figures of your John B, Kie, Sarah, and JJ. The latter looked back to you with a frown, an astute look at what lies ahead if the plane heard the shouts of your brother.

His voice cracked from how loud he was trying to make himself shout, "We're right here!" He waved with his arms stretched high.

Pope and Cleo were gone, and you knew that they went to start the signal fire Pope thought to build. Piles and piles of dried leaves and wood to a fire for whomever to see, smoke, an SOS.

You and JJ shared a frown, neither of you wanted to move. You couldn't help but notice Sarah's lack of enthusiasm as well, it didn't matter, none of you could stay.

John B wanted out, and Sarah would follow him anywhere. Kiara had her parents, and so did Pope, Cleo had nothing to lose either way.

You felt guilty for not feeling the sense of emergency the others did, dread overwhelmed you. Kie, and John B, screaming at the top of their lungs. The sound of disappointment as the plane flew into the distance, panic from almost being rescued became relief.

It came back soon again as the others noticed it turned back around.

"He's going to the pond," John B announced. "Come on, come on."

You grudgingly went along behind them, as JJ and Sarah did. John B and Sarah were the first ones to the plane. Cleo and Pope are close behind with Kiara trailing them.

JJ held your wrist as you were going to follow, you halted your steps and turned your neck to see that JJ had his head down, jaw set, he didn't want to leave.

You knew, and you didn't want to either, you twisted your wrist out of his grasp and abruptly brought him in for a hug.

"I know," You whispered in his ear. He gave you one tight squeeze and let you go.

"Come on," He encouraged you to come along with the quietest voice.

Pope, Cleo, and John B let out exhilarated cheers as they approached the man who opened the cargo door.

"What do we got here?" The man had a dark striped linen shirt, red shorts, and sandals. A hat dangled from his neck underneath his long brown hair tied back into a low ponytail, and aviator sunglasses to complete the look.

You thought it was a bit odd for a guy to just so happen to fly by the area when in the month that you've been here there hasn't been a peek of air traffic.

"Oh, you know, just a couple of castaways." John B always the leader, responded casually.

"Well, I'll cross that off the grocery list," A southern accent came through. You didn't like that you couldn't see his eyes behind his glasses. "Hold on, I got just the thing for y'all."

John B appeared to be hopeful, beside him, Sarah had said nothing. It didn't seem like she trusted this guy either. "Hey no, Look at this guy, you think he works for your dad?"

"Two things you need on a deserted island-" The guy continued.

"It's okay," You heard him try to convince Sarah when she shook her head in denial of his words. You didn't know if this guy worked for her dad or not but there was something off about him.

"First aid and rum," He brought out a red kit and a bottle, tossing the glass full of liquid at Sarah who let it fall into the water, Pope caught the red box easily. "So, what's the story? You guys sank a boat?"

"Jumped off one," John B shrugged. "Her dad's."

You narrowed your eyes sharply at the back of John B's head, he shouldn't be giving this guy a lick of information, but he was practically giving it all away. What if he was working for Sarah's dad?

"In-laws, man," The guy drawled out. "They're tough. Well, have no fear, Jimmy's here."

"Well, all hail Jimmy, guys!" Cleo declared. "Let's go."

"Welcome aboard the Flying Fish, y'all, I'm Jimmy Portis." He introduced himself as the group boarded the small plane. "I'll be your captain today, now, is this all? Seven of you?"

"Yeah, is that okay?"

You tuned out their conversation and hung back with JJ, not willing to go back but you knew that John B would drag you back over his shoulder if he had to. You'd like to believe that he'd accept it if you wanted to stay behind but the truth was you only had each other. He wouldn't leave you and you... you can't just leave him.

Your footsteps felt heavy while walking up the steps of the cramped plane, you said a silent goodbye to Poguelandia.

~~~

You sat in the back of the plane, across from Kie atop a box, it gave you flashbacks of the shipping container. Though this is much less spacious.

"What were you doing all the way out here?" You elevated the tone of your voice so it could be carried to the front of the plane for Jimmy to hear.

"I got a little guide outfit in Saint Vincent, I was spotting fish," He replies.

You didn't know much about fishing or fishing seasons but his story didn't feel right. He was flying a plane to spot fish, alone?

"What were spotting?" JJ asked a follow-up question. He was crouched behind the co-pilot seat.

"You know, the usual, Wahoo."

John B's head lifted and he caught JJ's eye, moving his head slightly, the small shake of his head was enough to tell you that what that Jimmy guy said wasn't right.

"I'd hang on to something, get a little spicy on takeoff," Portis warns you and puts on the headset.

You grab ahold of a hanging handle as the plane takes off.

The radio is rattling off stats you had no comprehension of, you were all officially in the air.

JJ beckons you all the move forward, so you all scoot to the front to hear him.

"Wahoo don't run in September," He affirms. "Ever, alright? So whoever this man is, he's not a fisherman."

"Maybe the run just starts earlier out here," Pope suggests.

"You sure about that?" The expression on JJ's face said it was highly doubtful. "In the Caribbean?"

"No, I know what this is, he's working for my dad and he's probably been looking for us the entire time," said Sarah.

"We gotta find out, start looking for some sort of clues," JJ trails off when he spots the bag hanging from the back of Jimmy Portis' seat. He signs for John B to distract the pilot while he- the certified Klepto- gets to snooping.

John B taps on the man's left shoulder as John B is behind him and gets him to look over while JJ works to the right of him. He begins to chat up the pilot with questions about his life and JJ digs through the bag, pulling out a book titled 'The loss of El Dorado'.

He opened the cover to find a picture of the coastal venture, the ship you had all escaped from.

Sarah grabs the picture and shows John B, "This is the boat we were on, with Eberhimi and the cross."

"So he was looking for us," Cleo said more than asked.

"He's working for my dad."

The aircraft shook suddenly, making you jump where you sat.

"Y'all better hold something, we got some unexpected turbulence up here!" Jimmy cautions you all.

You look out the window to see the mainland in view, "Guys, whatever's happening is happening fast."

"That looks like Barbados, I've been there with Terrence," Cleo recognizes.

"There's six of us, one of him, you know vote." JJ, as always, suggests violence. "We storm the cockpit."

"No, w

"Who's gonna fly the plane, dumbass?" John B rationalized.

"I've seen Pope fly simulators."

Pope stutters, "I crop-dusted for my uncle last summer, this is not the same thing."

"We are going to die," You accepted your fate.

Kie speaks up, "No we are not, and we don't have time to pretend that's a real option."

"Do you have an idea?" JJ snarks back.

"Something safe."

"Why don't we just wait until the plane lands somewhere safe and then we sneak out," Pope forms a plan. "If somebody comes to mess with us, we mad-dog them."

Nobody protested the idea, it seemed generally solid. Kie told JJ to put the stuff taken out of Jimmy's bag back before he noticed but as he was in the process of doing so, John B's distraction didn't work so well the second time and he turned his head, catching JJ in his bag.

"The hell are you doing?" Jimmy shoved JJ out and JJ pushed back, he was fighting with one hand and lost control of the plane.

You didn't have time to think, the plane was going down, and everybody flew to the front as the Flying Fish dove straight into the water.

The plane was filling up quickly, already halfway full, you coughed up water as you pulled yourself up from one of the hanging handles.

John B kicked open the door, and immediately protested, "Oh no, no, no, no. They don't look friendly."

"No, they look very unfriendly," Pope looked out next to John B.

"We gotta go."

The vessel was sinking fast, John B was helping everybody get out, Cleo went first, then Sarah, Pope dove out after, and JJ next.

"Y/n, come on!" John B yelled.

Your leg got caught on one of the ropes, "I'm going."

"What's wrong?" Kie panics looking at you.

"I got it, it's okay, go." You were busy trying to untangle your foot. You heard JJ call out for you guys to hurry before it sunk.

"Hang on!" She yells back at them and helps you.

"Shit," You curse, the rope that was tied around your ankle had given cut you from what you assumed was when the plane went down. It was twisted twice around your foot but you were both able to set it free. "Got it, Kie, let's go."

"Portis," She swims to the man who was unconscious, "Help me get him out."

Fuck, you curse mentally, this thing was sinking fast. You already wasted time trying to set yourself free, now you had to help out the guy who kidnapped you guys.

You and Kie carried him out with the help of the water, you were both struggling to swim yourself until you reached the shore with no sign of the others.

You grunted as you dropped your half of the man to the sand, two locals came to help.

Your ankle now stung with a medium-sized gash was sliced around half of your leg. You coughed out the salty water you swallowed while swimming with the man who was now alive.

"Thank you," His bloodshot red eyes looked at both you and Kie as he expressed his gratitude.

"You lied to us," Kie growled. "Who are you?"

"Kie," You saw men coming in ATV's. "We need to go."

You were tired of running, but what would happen if you didn't was worse.

"Shit," She hisses. "Let's go."

You ran ignoring the stinging sensation of the cut, the adrenaline helping you out, the panic and anxiety set in, and that made you feel more than the open wound spilling blood.

"Over here," you found an old wooden boat painted blue, rusty oil containers that could shield you from view. You both hid in between them, catching your breath for a good couple of seconds before you were found.

A man crouching down to look and Kie punched him, and you both ran. There were four men with vests and guns, two on either side. You went one way, she went the other, and you ran straight into them. By the sounds of the struggle, Kie got caught too.

You flailed your arms and tried to push down his arms from where they were around your waist but it was no use. You kicked your legs, and your elbow hit something but that made the man's arms crush you in his hold.

"Let go of me!" You screamed and growled. The other man grabbed your legs with no remorse for the cut. You didn't stop moving, you scratched the man who held you in his arms deep enough to draw blood.

"Fucking bitch!" He squeezed until you felt a deep pain in your ribs.

They didn't stop moving until they had you on the back of a trunk with your hands tied behind your back.

Kie was there, shivering in her place, you stopped fighting once you saw her. You supposed now you would have to accept whatever was going to happen together.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

"Fucking amazing," You grumbled. "Are you?"

"Never been better."

And who else showed his face other than Jimmy Portis?

"We saved you," Kie snarled.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry" He looked weak and spineless. "I'm gonna try to help you guys, okay? I swear, I didn't know it was gonna be like this. Look, if you don't fight, if you just do what they say, these guys probably won't hurt you."

He didn't know it was gonna be like this; meaning he was not high up on whatever fucked up chain this was, which meant his promise of helping meant nothing.

"What did Ward promise you?"

"Who?" He gave Kie a quizzical stare. "Just take my advice, do what they say. Good luck."

Another man with a vest sat in front of you both, giving you a hard glare, probably a buddy of the one who grabbed you. If the whole no-fighting thing was true, you were screwed, then again it didn't matter what you did- if he didn't know who Ward was then that meant you didn't know what you were dealing with and you were screwed anyway.

~~~

The anxiety pumping through your chest was overstimulating. Your body was shivering intensely, at first it was from the initial shock of the surfacing from the fresh water. Now you were sure the events of the day were catching up to you, putting a physical strain on your body, but you fought through it.

You observed the roads your kidnappers had taken, memorizing as many details as you could for when you would eventually escape. With Kie by your side, the both of you could surely find your way through this town.

The truck slowed to a stop, the driver rolled down his window to talk to an armed guard with an intimidating German Shepherd. One quick look and one of the two men standing in front of the gate, lifted it for the truck to go through.

You looked around at your surroundings and noticed this place was heavily guarded, practically a fortress. Miles and miles of land with men stationed not five minutes away from each other.

The estate was several stories high, again- guards posted everywhere. You and Kie were yanked to the front door, and let in by a housekeeper.

To the right of the foyer, you immediately notice the artifacts enclosed in glass cases.

"Take them upstairs, Orinoco room for this one-" The Housekeeper instructs the guard who grips Kie's bicep and takes her up. "Nazas room for that one."

The same man who you scratched snatched you similarly to how the other one did Kie, with more unnecessary force than needed in your opinion. "Up."

"Y/n?" Kie's neck turned to you.

"I'm right behind you," You reassured her.

He took you to a room next to Kiara's, he tossed you inside with a sneer, slamming the door behind himself without a word.

"Hey!" You yelled. "What the hell am I here for?"

No response.

You pounded on the door to hopefully get an answer, "Who do you work for? Why do they want us here?"

You grumbled to yourself taking in the room they stuffed you in, you were scared you admitted to yourself. They could have at least kept you both together, you knew they probably wouldn't do that since they could clearly care less about your comfort after kidnapping you...

The room had three windows with a nook, floral printed curtains, walls painted a coral color. The four-poster bed facing the door, your brows scrunched in confusion at the open wardrobe to the left of the bed with hanging identical red dresses. You walked over to it and plucked the note with the words 'pick your size' written.

The question 'What the fuck?' just gets deeper and deeper. You aggressively crumbled up the paper into a ball and threw it at the door.

You sighed and walked to the open door next to the one the guard shut, walking in, there was a mirror and a sink with a shower to the left. You took one look at yourself and winced at the difference you saw from the girl you were.

Aged, matured, whatever you wanted to call it- that was you. You stood straighter, your hair was frizzed and you were darker than your normal tan from the sun you took on Kildare. Your nose and cheeks were tinted red; burnt.

Your shoulder slumped from exhaustion, hold it together, you told yourself. You can break down later.

~~~

The shower was reviving, you felt refreshed your hair felt soft again, and you relished in the feeling of being clean and slipped on one of the dresses that were in your size. You were impressed with the size range the mysterious nabber had. They even had several pairs of heels to match, you released a laugh and felt delirious, this was unreal.

You admired yourself from different angles and did a double-take when you saw a third door. You went for it and turned the knob, it was unlocked, it creaked open and you gasped.

Kie's room. There she sat in a dress the same as yours, color and style, down to the heel. She had her head clutched in her hands, lifting her head up at the sound of the door.

"Kie, oh my god," You strode over to her with arms outstretched. She mimicked you into an embrace. It was comforting to know you weren't entirely alone anymore.

She sighed into you, "Did the guy tell you anything?"

You pulled away and shook your head with pursed lips, "No, did he?" You asked if her guard gave her any information.

"Dinner, at eight."

"Oh yeah? Just a casual sit-down dinner while holding us hostage," You replied sarcastically. "Sounds like an entertaining night."

"At least we have adjoining rooms," Her lips twitched upwards. "If Ward wasn't the one searching for us then who is this guy?"

"Didn't know we had so many enemies," You took the liberty to sit on the edge of her bed.

"Should we even be surprised at this point?" She rolled her eyes.

"Nope."

Your heart felt heavy.

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A knock on Kie's door startled you both out of the reminiscent conversation you were having about the island, life in high school and how you both thought last year's summer was gonna go before this whole mess started.

The maid from earlier appeared you both scrambled out of the bed and fixed your dresses. You glanced at each other, you linked arms as you walked down the steps, and you resisted the urge to take Kie and run through the front doors where you knew you'd be shot down the minute you stepped foot out of the perimeter.

She directed you both to the dining room, a man was standing with his back to you, serving himself a glass of an amber liquid.

"Excuse me?" Kie spoke first in a shy tone.

The man turned and your stomach sank, Rafe. It was Rafe who stood there, in a white button-down shirt and blue blazer. His hair was buzzed, and you felt your heart in your throat.

"You," You hissed, marching up to him. "You were behind this."

Rafe sized you up, flashing one look at Kie, "Y/n, what?"

"I knew it had to be you and Ward," Kie jeered at him, a few steps behind you.

"What are you talking about?" He faced you both head-on, "Are you trying to weasel in on my deal, is that what's going on?"

"I wondered if your little reunion would cause sparks, you know," A voice cut through from a room to the right of the dining table. A tanned man with a beard smirked as he strolled over to you three.

"Who are you?" Rafe stepped forward.

"Me?" The man in the grey suit pointed to himself. "My name is Carlos Singh, it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Cameron. Ms. Carrera, and Ms. Routeledge, I do apologize for the rough tactics in bringing you here. But, please, come sit down."

Apology not accepted? You wanted to say but refrained from doing so, the air around him was not in the least bit friendly or open and inviting though it sounded like he was trying to be.

"Come now, I don't bite," He waved you all forward.

You dared to walk through the threshold first, sitting on a sturdy chair that felt expensive underneath you, Kie sat next to you with a round coffee table in between both seats.

Your eyes stayed narrowed at Rafe as he followed suit, visibly stressed, rubbing the lines on his forehead. "Rough tactics, what about me?"

Singh poured himself a drink, "Yes, Mr. Cameron, false pretenses. But the ends justify the means, I'm afraid. Sit down, we have a lot to talk about."

Rafe takes the chair across from you, leaving the one next to him, open.

"Why are we here?" Kie tensed.

"Well, Ms. Carrera, Routledge, Mr. Cameron, we share certain interests. Objectives."

"Is this not about the cross?" Rafe interrupts.

"It is, tangentially, it is about the cross." He confirms, "It's also about something much, much bigger than the cross by order of magnitude."

The man stood in front of a painting, "The completion of a grand quest. You see, the story goes that four hundred fifty years ago- a Spanish soldier came out of the Orinoco Basin with a few gold beads, and when they asked the Spanish soldiers where the beads came from the Spanish soldier replied he got them from a peaceful indigenous tribe who lived in a city of gold. El Dorado.

"And for the next four hundred and fifty years, people tried to find that gold. They tried." Singh picked up a knife from the desk cabinet below the painting. "Conquistadors, knights, captains of ships, tribes; entire nations. All fighting each other in a race for the end of the rainbow, thousands of lives laid on the pyre of gold fever, and it falls to me."

"It falls to me to complete the task," Singh strolled over to you, knife in hand. Your eyes never strayed from the hands that handled it. "To bring full circle a quest that has gone on for almost five hundred years, perhaps the greatest quest in the history of the western hemisphere. You three, are going to play a part in that."

"Ms. Routledge, daughter of a man who was interested in making history, don't think I don't know you're family history."

You cleared your throat, "Past, present, future. They all kind of mesh together in my head sometimes, you know."

"Yeah, I didn't listen to a word you said, okay?" Rafe chimed in, "How much are you gonna keep philosophizing?"

"You are direct, aren't you, Mr. Cameron?"

"What do you need from us?" Kie asked.

"I've come to believe that you and your friends are in possession of something that can help me get what I want."

"Which is?" You couldn't think of something he could possibly want.

"An old manuscript, a diary, actually."

You kept your features neutral, giving away nothing, "A diary?"

You were starting to notice a pattern with people who talked, thought, and associated with the cross. All greedy fanatics.

"We don't know anything about a diary," Kie shrugged casually.

"How else could you have learned that the cross was on the Royal Merchant."

"We would help you if we could but we can't."

"I was hoping you wouldn't say that you know, because unfortunately, I don't believe you. you and your friend here," He pointed to Rafe, "Couldn't have found the cross without it."

"He's not our friend," You clarified.

"We can't all be friends," Singh's tone was grim. You didn't want to know what was gonna happen, knowing you couldn't give him what you wanted- even if you wanted to the diary was in Kildare.

"This is ridiculous," Rafe stands, "Okay, I'm out. I don't know anything about a diary."

He walks backward with hands half raised in surrender to then face one of the many, many guards in the house, gun across his vested chest.

"Do I look like a fool to you, Mr. Cameron?" Singh grew dangerously impatient with Rafe. "You have the cross, their friends had the cross at one point, so one of you has the diary."

Rafe's eyes bore into yours, you let him, your own gaze unwavering.

"And if you really don't know, then I suggest you convince your friend to tell me, once I have the diary- you'll be free to leave." He lightens his tone before it darkens again.

He leads you three up the stairs and into Kie's room, "I must warn you though, I am not a man of infinite patience. You have one day, go to the window for a little demonstration." He pats Rafe on the shoulder before exiting.

You heard the click of the lock, solidifying the trap. You clenched your fists, fingers cracking to help with the anxiety at what you were going to witness.

Rafe protests and yanks at the doorknob, Kie comes up behind you as you open the curtain, and then Rafe joins you on the other side.

You heard shouts, and then Jimmy Portis being dragged by another guy.

"Who is he?" Rafe being this close to your ear made you shuffle closer to Kie.

"It's Jimmy Portis, we know him," Kie responds for you.

You felt a stab of guilt, "He must've been trying to help us."

Singh looked up at the window where the three of you stood watching, he had a handgun, making it obvious of his intention. He walked out of view where Jimmy was, there was a cock of the gun clicking, and not a second later came the booming shot fired.

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o-wild-west-wind · 1 year ago

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okay, here’s my actual thoughtful post: I get why people are upset about the finale…I really do. but I want to mention that there’s a bigger picture to this story that’s missing if you’re zooming too close onto Izzy as a character, and I’m honestly so grateful that the show stuck to the thematic arc it introduced in season 1 because, as per usual, it’s about the themes 🤌 and this show never skimps on the symbolism!!

so here’s the thing: the primary themes are toxic masculinity (& it’s opposite, queer joy); trauma; love as a healing force for the above; and, title alert—DEATH. because it’s so much more than a cool title!

now, Izzy has always represented something metaphorical about all of these points; most directly, he’s always represented masculinity, and s2 has been an arc of toxicity deconstruction. but crucially, he’s also represented all that for Ed, who is the deuteragonist of this show. because—don’t forget—Stede and Ed are the show.

I’ve always doubted myself for feeling this after seeing how fandom saw Izzy as a third romantic figure (which like by all means have a blast in your fanfics I don’t care it’s about joy at the end of the day and pursue that as you want to), but after hearing something about djenks referring to Izzy as a father figure, it confirms a major point for me—Izzy is also in a lot of ways a parallel to Ed’s dad, and a representation of the trauma and guilt Ed felt from that formative killing. for so long, Izzy was an aggressive shadow in Ed’s life, and a tangible reminder of those daddy issues—someone telling him what to do, keeping him Blackbeard—and the beautiful thing is how that changed this season, how Izzy became a version of masculinity that could love and be beautiful and make good from the hurt, the literal poison into positivity. someone antithetical to his own paternalistic force, healing our daddy issues one drag show at a time. BUT, Izzy is still thematically representative within Ed’s arc—and by also representing the trauma that made Ed “Blackbeard,” it does make smart writing sense as to why Izzy died (NOT saying you can’t be sad about it—stick with me for a moment).

because here’s the thing—as aforementioned, this show is also about DEATH. killing is the root of everyone’s trauma, and reconciling a relationship with death is the ultimate arc Ed and Stede are both on, with the ultimate path of learning to live despite its inevitability. there’s a reason it was such a huge thing that Ed couldn’t personally kill, and then in this episode killed so many people with his bare hands in the name of love—and there’s a reason that was framed as a good thing. and there’s also Ed’s (and arguably Stede’s) active suicidality, which has been a huge force driving this season. these are characters who see death as this all-consuming thing, and they see their own deaths as the only solution. death is the traumatic force driving almost everything about their being for so long—and its reconciliation is everything for them, the greatest sign of growth. so Izzy’s death, and everyone beginning again with love—healing each other with love—is a cap to it all. it’s death as a positive force, for once. it’s death as love, not trauma. it’s death as something that will always happen, but this time not forced by your own hand. it’s a death to everything toxic, to what “Blackbeard” represented, and all the while a sort of rebirth. it’s kind of a death to…death? it’s functionally like the real physical moon replacing the giant romantic imaginary orb: it’s taking the thing that’s been artificially morphed in Stede and Ed’s heads and making it real this time, with all the bittersweet emotions that come with tangible reality.

and honestly, I’m glad that it was tragic and emotional. I didn’t think I’d be so devastated to see Izzy die, but it really did get to me, especially because of everything he said to Ricky and then to Ed. but think of it this way: Izzy and Ed might be romantically compelling because they were toxic and charged (and I hope people still enjoy everything they get from that dynamic in fan work), but imagine if the show had actually gone in that direction—where would it take us thematically? it would kill the thesis; it would be love as chaos and entertainment, but not healing. instead, this show gave us something so much more powerful: a legitimate, fully-fleshed trauma arc.

trauma hurts. Izzy’s death hurts. but that’s okay. that’s great, actually! it means the storytelling was effective—that Izzy’s arc made you feel something. and i know this won’t be every viewer’s experience, but honestly? I’m glad I can have this grieving process in such a beautifully framed light in the safe space ship of this show, because let’s be real—death, real life death, fucks you up. and let me tell you, I could’ve used this show during so many episodes of grief in my life. but here it is now, reminding us that our grief and trauma doesn’t define us—and WHAT a powerful thing for queer love, especially, to be presented as the thing that heals us all. ESPECIALLY when so much grief and death in this community is woven so deeply with the trauma of our identity.

so grieve as you need to, but don’t forget to turn the poison into positivity 💛 because that’s what the show is telling us—choose live, despite!

#djenks out here paying my therapy bill yet again #I feel like I need a million disclaimers for this post so just assume I’ve said all of them #and remember that art that hurts isn’t always a bad thing!#I didn’t think I’d have coherent thoughts yet I swear I blacked out and wrote this here we are #ofmd #ofmd season 2 #ofmd s2 spoilers #ofmd spoilers #our flag means death #ofmd meta #tw: death #death #tw: suicide #suicide

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moni-logues · 1 year ago

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Kintsugi 5

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Genre: strangers-to-friends-to-lovers, non-idol!au, angst, smut, tiny bit of eventual fluff

Summary: In a fit of spiteful, post-break-up self-improvement, you sign up to a baking class. Yoongi, in a bid to appease his demanding girlfriend, signs up, too. Determined to make him your friend, you end up with more than you ever imagined.

Word count: 7.2k

Content: depression, self-harm (cutting)

A/N: first and foremost, please read the warnings; there's literally only two and one is a pretty significant one so plleeeeasssseeee take heed!!!!!! And let me know if there's anything else I should be tagging for it. Feels too flip for me to ramble in my usual way here given the content of this chapter, so just to say be safe, and I hope you like it! Thank you to my betas @amethystwritesbts @quarter-life-crisis2 @here2bbtstrash

Chapter Four | Masterlist | Chapter Six

Chapter Five - The other shoe

The sun was shining and birds were singing and you wished you were a character in a musical so you could burst into (tuneless) song and run across a field in a circle skirt. You hadn’t felt this good for a long, long time.

“Looks like someone’s in a good mood,” was Taehyung’s greeting to you as you plopped down in your chair next to him. “You get laid or something?”

You had, in fact, got laid last night. It had been even more anxiety-inducing than you had thought it would be, particularly given that Sungbin was a verified Greek god of a man and, well, your body had been through a little since the last time you were fully naked in front of someone new. You had put your body through a lot. The body keeps the score and it also shows the scars. You did not tend to keep them on display and you had hesitated and become awkward and flustered when you remembered them, when you realised he was going to see them, going to see what you had done to yourself.

He didn’t mention them. He didn’t make it weird. He didn’t avoid them nor did he bring extra attention to them. He acted as if they weren’t there at all. Then he made you come until you were seeing stars.

“That good, huh?”

It had been that good. Or maybe it had just been a long time. Either way.

“I think I’m going to fall in love with him, for real,” you said, all dreamy and moon-eyed, staring at your computer screen and seeing nothing but love hearts.

“Girly...” Taehyung’s voice had a slight warning note but you let it wash over you.

“I know, I know, but seriously. I feel happy, Teddy. Legitimately happy. I feel like I can see a future unfolding, a future I might actually want to live in.”

“With Sungbin?”

You shrugged.

“Sure, why not?”

He didn’t answer, not really. You could feel his reluctance; you could almost hear all the questions he wanted to ask. You let him think them. You weren’t going to let anyone burst this bubble.

“What are we doing this weekend, chick?”

You looked up from your desk and took the coffee cup in Taehyung’s outstretched hand. He sat down next to you.

“What do you mean ‘what are we doing this weekend’?”

“What do you mean ‘what do you mean “what are we doing this weekend”’?”

“What do you mean-”

“No, I’m serious. We always do something, but I haven’t seen you for weeks now.”

“Teddy, we are together every day. You’re seeing me right now!”

“That’s not the same and you know it! You’re reserving all your time for Sungbin these days.”

“That’s not true.”

Not entirely. He wasn’t being fair. It was true that you had seen Taehyung a little less over the past month or so but it wasn’t like you hadn’t seen him at all. You had someone else in your life now; you would’ve thought Taehyung would have been a little relieved to get some time back, to be honest.

“Well, what about you?” you asked. “You’re spending all your time with the barista.”

“Hyunjin. And I’m really not. I still have plenty of time for my other friends. For you.”

“Are you suggesting that I’m not making time for you?”

He shrugged.

“I know you’re really into Sungbin right now and things are going well and that’s great. I’m genuinely fucking stoked for you and I hope that it’s everything you want it to be, but I feel a little tossed aside, yeah. Especially because I’m the one who’ll have to pick up any pieces if it goes south.”

That hurt. Coming from Taehyung, that really hurt.

“Why do you think it’ll go south?”

“I’m not saying that it will but you’re honeymooning hard right now and it kind of feels like you’re putting a lot of eggs into one basket. You’re ditching me to spend all your time with a guy you’ve know-”

“I’m not ditching you!”

“I’m just saying you’re letting yourself be taken over by this. You haven’t seen me outside of work for ages. I know you didn’t go to therapy last wee-”

“How do you know that?”

“I know when your appointments are and you were posting on Instagram with a cocktail in your hand at the time.”

“What makes you think I didn’t rearrange the session?”

“Did you?”

No, you didn’t. You skipped that one. Just one. That would hardly hurt. And you were feeling so happy right now, the need for therapy had receded a little, dipping past the horizon, not entirely out of sight, but almost out of mind.

“That is exactly what I’m saying-”

“No, what exactly are you saying? Is this about wanting to see me more or is it about telling me that me and Sungbin are going to crash and burn?”

You could feel tears burn in your eyes and you desperately wanted not to cry. You always cried. All the time. It was exhausting and embarrassing and you were at work, right now – you didn’t have time for this.

Taehyung’s eyes softened and this made your tears well even more.

“I’m saying that I miss you and I’m worried. You are acting like he’s fixed you, like the only problem in your life was that you were single and now you’re not so everything must be perfect. But that’s not how things work and I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I’m not stupid,” you spat, your voice thick with unshed tears. “I don’t think he’s fixed me. I think he likes me. And I like him. And we are together-”

“Are you?”

“What?”

“Have you had that conversation? Are you together?”

“Well-… What about you and Hyunjin? Have you had that conversation?”

“Yeah.” He shrugged. “We’re keeping it casual for now.”

You didn’t like the sound of that. You hadn’t talked to Sungbin about it because you didn’t think you had to. You thought you were on the same page. Isn’t that what dating was? You dated and then, if you kept dating, you were in a relationship. It was automatic, by default. Why would you date someone if you didn’t want to keep doing it? If you didn’t imagine a relationship with the person, what was the point?

You managed to blink your tears away but an uneasiness had settled in your stomach. What if you’d got it all wrong? Did Sungbin want to keep it casual? You didn’t. It was already too late for that. You were a goner.

Maybe Taehyung was right.

Was he?

You sniffed.

“Well maybe Sungbin and I aren’t.”

“Does he know that?”

Fresh tears. Anxiety. Your old friend insecurity crawling up your throat again. You should have known that this was coming, that there was a line you needed to acknowledge and either cross together or not at all. It hadn’t been like this with San because you had known each other so well before you got together, it really had been a foregone conclusion. This time, though... And there was so much Sungbin didn’t know about you, so much you knew you would have to share at some point and didn’t want to. The thought of revealing your ugliest self to him – to him, a flawless specimen of a man, inside and out, his parents’ pride, and the person you thought most about – was nauseating.

You stood and walked off to the printers, pausing there only long enough for you to realise there was nothing you could pretend to print. Then you carried on to the kitchen, making yourself another coffee, even as the one Taehyung brought you was sitting, steaming, on your desk.

“I’ve been thinking,” you began, sitting across from Sungbin at an outside table, running your finger up the wet glass of your iced latte. “What are you doing for Halloween?”

He looked a little taken aback.

“Halloween? In October?”

“Yeah!”

You held your palm tight against your glass, the discomfort of the cold playing distraction. You were trying to be casual about this. It was normal. Of course you’d make plans. Why wouldn’t you? You fought off the voice in the back of your head saying that you wouldn’t if you were just ‘keeping things casual’. That was why you had to ask.

“I... have no idea yet. It’s only August.”

“That is true, but I’ve been thinking. Teddy always has this massive party for Halloween and does costumes and everything and I would like, this year, to outdo him.”

The party thing was true. Taehyung did throw one every year. And he did always have a good costume... You also always had a good costume, because he planned and bought it for you, but Sungbin didn’t need to know that part.

“Wow, if he’s planning it this early, it must be big.”

“Oh, no, he’s not yet, but I want to get a head start. Like I said, this year I think we can beat him at his costume game.”

“We?”

“Yeah, there are so many good couple costumes out there; it’ll make more of an impact if we do it together, right? Two is more than one etc.”

“Right, yeah, uh... Sure.”

“We don’t have to decide right now, but get your thinking cap on. I am going to destroy Teddy this year and you’re going to do it with me!”

He chuckled a little and you thought this was good. Halloween was, as he suggested, months away, but he hadn’t said no. That counted for something. You ploughed on.

“Also, what do you think to a double date?”

“Oh. Um, who with?”

“Teddy and Hyunjin. They actually got together the night we met! Might be fun. Also, to be honest, I really want Teddy to meet you. It’s been long enough, haha; you need his seal of approval!”

“A test?”

“Yep. He’s my bestie so he has to approve.”

“Right. Yeah... Ok. You and he are really close, then?”

“Yep. And, besides, it gets to a point where someone’s seen you have enough breakdowns that you have to keep them close: he knows too much!”

There was a pause and you could see Sungbin considering his words. You fought the urge to move it on, to brush over it, to drop a hundred words a second to blow past it. But you also just had to... check, to let him know, to try to drip-feed him the information you, truthfully, didn’t want him to have but knew that he had to have, if this was ever going to be serious. It made you anxious, slowly revealing your brokenness to him, pushing him closer and closer to the threshold at which he might say ‘stop, that’s enough; I don’t want you anymore’. He hadn’t yet, but you’d barely begun.

“Breakdowns, huh?”

“Yep. Although, actually, while it was Teddy who held me together after the break-up, it was my ex who really did the heavy lifting before that.”

Sungbin nodded thoughtfully and you didn’t know if you imagined his eyes flicking down to your thighs or not. Probably imagined. But it wasn’t like the two didn’t go hand in hand.

“Sounds rough.”

“It was. Both times, haha.”

He nodded again.

That was enough, you thought. That had to be enough disclosure for now. You could feel it pressing on you, like the oppressive summer humidity; you felt stifled by your exposure, almost a little giddy with the force of your discomfort. If this is what it was like, revealing your darkness to someone, you crossed all your fingers, hoped, and prayed that this thing with Sungbin would last so that you would never have to do it again.

You went home with him that night and there was a background buzz of something in your head, this kind of vertigo-swirling of standing too close to the edge of a cliff, an unsteadiness of foot that Sungbin was able to kiss away but which came back two-fold when you were lying naked in his bed. You tried to look at yourself, discreetly, objectively; what did you look like to him? Was he looking at you differently now, tonight, armed with new knowledge? What did he really know? What had he taken from the things you had said? You didn’t want to ask him, didn’t want to talk about it more, didn’t want to have to explain and elucidate and make explicit things that you hoped he would infer.

He didn’t seem different, then, didn’t turn off the light or kiss you goodnight any differently from the way he had before. Maybe it was fine. Maybe your brokenness wasn’t fatal. Or so you could dream.

“Last day, baby!” you cried when Yoongi put his bag on the counter at your very last baking session.

“So it is,” he replied, cool as ever.

You shoved him.

“Be excited! We made it! We’re bakers!”

He rolled his eyes and grinned.

“A rather generous term for yourself, isn’t it?”

You shoved him again.

“How dare you? Do I need to remind you of last week’s triumph? Or should I say my triumph and your tragedy?”

You weren’t being entirely fair. Yoongi’s buns had failed because he had taken on the risk of your illicit ingredient, allowing you to follow the recipe correctly. It was gallant, really. He even said that his buns were alright, not that bad, kind of ok which you knew without having to try them was untrue.

“Should I remind you who is responsible for my tragedy?”

“No, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You grinned at each other and started unpacking your bags. It felt easy between the two of you now. Long gone was your anxiety that used to accompany Thursday evenings, that gnawing embarrassment and glowing shame that you used to feel in Yoongi’s proximity, sure that you were the worst person in the world and that he wanted to get away from you, desperate as you were for his friendship and approbation. You didn’t have to be desperate anymore, because you had it. You were friends. In the spirit of said friendship, you had agreed to celebrate your last baking class tomorrow, so you could get as drunk as you liked without having to suffer the consequences in the office.

“Generous term,” you scoffed, looking at your layered cake at the end of the session, assembled and decorated and still standing. “How very dare you. Look at what I’ve made! I’m a genius!”

Yoongi laughed quietly and swiped a finger through the buttercream frosting on top before you could swat his hand away. He put it to his mouth.

“Yeah, it’s not bad.”

“Not bad!”

You swiped a finger through the frosting on top of his cake.

“Yours tastes like shit.”

“Well, now you’re just being mean and I won’t let you have a slice.”

“Fine.” You turned your back on him to put some things in your bag and then turned back. “I didn’t want to eat your shit cake, anyway!”

“You had better be careful or I’ll bring this as dessert for tomorrow.”

You gasped.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

Yoongi turned to face you head-on, a smirk on his lips, mischief in his eyes.

“Wouldn’t I?”

You mirrored his expression and crossed your arms.

“I won’t let you in my apartment.”

“Not even for the booze?”

You faltered. You didn’t buy the expensive shit that he did. You still fully believed that expensive alcohol didn’t give you such bad hangovers. You didn’t want to lose this spat, didn’t want to come out of the bit, but also didn’t want to say no to booze.

“You can leave the booze on my doorstep and go.”

Yoongi broke first and laughed loud, tipping his head back.

“You’re spoilt,” he said.

You sniffed haughtily.

“I deserve nice things.”

Then he gave you that smile that he did sometimes, warm and soft, that made you feel like a broken open caramel truffle, oozing and sweet and sticky, like the two of you were stuck together, sugary fingerprints on your skin and a brown sugar taste on your lips. It was like a secret smile, for special occasions; you wondered who else got to see it.

“Yeah, you do,” he agreed. “Which is why I’m bringing this cake to dinner tomorrow!”

You groaned and pretended to fall, dead, to the floor. Yoongi laughed again.

“I mean it.” He packed the last of his things in his bag. “I’m going to bring this and you’re going to eat it and like it.”

“Over my dead body.”

“If I recall correctly, I do, in fact, owe you a murder, so that can certainly be arranged.”

You both laughed this time and you could think of much worse ways to go, much worse last things to see before you died. Yoongi picked up his stuff and his cake and turned to leave.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“With bells on!” you called after him.

You had taken the Friday afternoon off, just to make sure you had enough time to shop and prepare and, gulp, cook dinner for Yoongi who you were expecting that evening. It was a celebration of your finishing the class but it was also a sign of intention, a new set-up for this kindling friendship that didn’t have anywhere else to meet. You’d take turns: one of you would cook and one would bring dessert and you’d alternate fortnightly. You weren’t sure whether you’d got the short straw to be tasked with dinner first or if you’d rather it were this way. You got the feeling Yoongi was a good cook and you didn’t want to have to follow that, but it felt like a lot of pressure being the first to host. You felt a little embarrassed of your shoebox apartment and cheap things and you knew Yoongi would never care—you knew he would understand completely—but it made you feel a little small, that this was all you had to offer.

Never mind, you said to yourself. He didn’t care and neither would you. It wasn't about the venue; it wasn’t even really about the food. It was about the company. It was about making a space and a time for you and Yoongi to hang out. It was about making a commitment to taking your friendship outside of its bounds and cultivating it. That was what mattered and that was all you needed to focus on.

You were scrolling on your phone, looking for recipes when a message from Sungbin came in.

Sungbin: hey I’m wfh today. I'm about to have lunch can you come over?

Obviously, the answer was yes. You did your best to make yourself look presentable in a rush and hot-footed it across the river to him.

“I ordered food, hope that’s ok,” Sungbin said as he gestured to the dining table where two bags of lunch had been placed.

“Sure! I’ll eat whatever.”

It felt a little strained, like the world had twisted itself into an uncomfortable position, but you put it down to the fact that you had never been to his apartment during the day before. He was also working; maybe he hadn’t shrugged off his focus yet. His job was still new and still stressful and this lunch was interrupting it. He was quiet as he sat down and you felt stifled. He ate a forkful and another. Then he put his fork down.

“Thanks for coming all this way. I really wanted to speak to you but work is really hectic so I can’t get away.”

“Yeah, no worries! I have this afternoon off anyway, so it’s no big deal.”

“Oh right. Good. Um.”

You thought to yourself that you were getting good at this: letting silence reign. Maybe it was all the time you’d spent with Yoongi; maybe it was all the time you’d spent in therapy. Maybe it was a sign that you weren’t letting your anxiety run your mouth anymore – even if you really, really wanted it to.

“I thought we should talk,” is how he began.

“About what?” Your guts twisted as you asked.

“I know you were talking the other day about all sorts of plans and things and I just wanted to be clear about... where we are. What we are.”

“Oh, right.” Your voice was airy and thin, even your lungs being squeezed by this cold-creeping fear working through your body.

“I really enjoy spending time with you and I’d like to continue that but, ah, I’m not looking for anything serious. I don’t want... a relationship, y’know? I just moved here and I’m still finding my feet and getting to know everyone and everything and I don’t want to, uh, settle into anything? And I get the feeling that... you do. I didn’t want, um, wires to be crossed or uh, I didn’t want things to get complicated or- I just thought we should talk before it went on any longer. I wanted to just make myself clear. I would like to keep seeing you but I think you want... more than I do. If I’m wrong, just tell me, sorry if I’ve assumed but I, uh, just, get the feeling...”

“Right.”

Your eyes were already blurry with tears. Here it was. The other shoe dropping. Taehyung was right. Sungbin didn’t want you. Not really. He knew who you were and he didn’t want you. You tried to tiptoe into it; you tried to slowly heat the water in the pan but you’d overcooked it. The frog was jumping out. You wanted more. Too much. More than he wanted. He didn’t want you. He didn’t want you that much. He didn’t want your broken parts. He didn’t want your ugliness. He saw your scars and he heard of your breakdowns and he knew that was ‘more’, too much. He didn’t want to carry you. He would have to carry you if you went on for too much longer. You had to be carried because that’s who you were: you weren’t enough, not even enough to lift yourself up. All your good parts, the shiny parts, the parts you thought you had in you somewhere... It wasn’t enough.

“It’s not-” Sungbin was trying to start again, to explain, to let you down even more gently. “I like you; I think you’re a cool person and we have fun. I just can’t commit to more than that. I don’t want to lead you on or pretend this is going somewhere it’s not. Y’know, I really appreciate you making all these plans and things but that’s just- it's really, well, it’s a bit too much for me right now. Do you know what I mean?”

You nodded and hummed and bit your lip to stop it wobbling. Your face was burning with embarrassment: that you were being dumped, that you were crying about it when this hadn’t even been real to start with. It had never been what you thought it was. It was just fun. You had pictured parties and holidays and walking off into the sunset but that was just you. It had never been that for Sungbin.

He didn’t want you. Like a woodpecker pecking at your skull, it hit you again and again: he didn’t want you. He didn’t want you. You tried to show yourself to him and then he didn’t want you. You took him to your water’s edge and he decided not to swim. You should have seen this coming. You should have heeded Taehyung’s warnings. You should have had this conversation before now.

You could feel yourself spiralling, crumbling, sitting at his table with an uneaten salad bowl in front of you. You couldn’t speak because you didn’t know what to say. ‘Please just love me’? ‘Can’t you change your mind’? ‘What if I were different’? ‘I can change’? Would anything make a difference? You couldn’t be different. Not really. It hit you at that moment: you would always be you. All of these things that you had been doing to try to change, to be better, to grow, to stop being such a mess all of the time. They wouldn’t work. Couldn’t work. Couldn’t change who you were. What you were. You’d always just be... this.

“Yeah, I understand,” you whispered, your voice trapped in your strangled throat. “I have to go.”

You stood and whirled around, heading immediately for the door, shoving your feet in your shoes any which way, as long as they stayed on long enough for you to escape.

“No, wait, hold on!” Sungbin called, following after you. “Don’t just go, please. I want to talk- I don’-”

But you were opening the door and running down the corridor and he was calling, but not running, after you.

You wanted to break down, just fall to the floor in a heap and stay there until the ground ate you up but you had to get out of his building. The lift was stifling, a too small metal box with mirrored walls that showed you your red eyes and running nose and face contorted with the effort of trying not to cry, with the fact that you were crying anyway.

You had never felt so stupid. Humiliated. You wanted to scrape your skin from your body with the shame of it. Of course he didn’t want a relationship with you. A man who already loved you and loved you for years didn’t want a relationship with you anymore; why would Sungbin, with the world at his feet, settle for you?

You were crying on the subway again. You had sworn you wouldn’t do that. Not after the break-up. Not once you’d finally stopped crying over San. You weren’t going to be that person, that’s what you’d said. No one took any notice; no one said anything; everyone averted their eyes, but you could still feel their attention, were still so aware of the way they were not noticing you. You were a weirdo, a pathetic woman crying on the subway in the middle of a Friday afternoon.

When you got off the train, you considered throwing yourself on the tracks. You would never have done it. Too many people around. A traumatised driver. Delayed and cancelled trains. Compounding your worthlessness by ruining other people’s days? You hadn’t sunk that low, not yet.

You traipsed home, your feet feeling lead-heavy, your legs feeling weak and, as soon as the door to your apartment closed behind you, you dropped to the floor. You gasped in huge, choking sobs; you couldn’t see for your tears and could barely breathe. Your chest felt as though it were caving in on you, squeezing the life out of you. You dragged your nails across your skin to try to feel something else, something different, some other kind of pain and then a thought came to you, sharper than it had been for months, clear before where it had been vague. A directive, not just a thought anymore.

There was a reason you didn’t keep razors in the house but your nails certainly weren’t cutting it. Then you remembered the knives Yoongi had bought you, how he had impressed upon you that they were sharp, that they were good quality and barely used so they should still, now, be sharp. You dragged your body to the kitchen counter and ripped open a drawer. You picked one at random – it didn’t matter which – and sat back down. You shuffled to pull off your cycle shorts and there they were, your mosaic thighs, criss-crosses of light, thin lines and thicker scar tissue. You had always taken a weird pride in the neatness of it. You had always cut carefully and deliberately, as though you were creating something other than scars, other than a mess, other than something you had to hide from everyone. You went over them again, re-cutting all the old lines, each sharp slice of pain a relief, grounding, pulling you back from somewhere.

The relief made you feel hysterical, silly even, the strange, old euphoria of hurting yourself, of being in control of that hurt rushing through you and making you dizzy. It was like coming home. Your breathing came more smoothly and your heart slowed and your tears began to dry and you couldn’t stop, not yet. You had to see how far you could go. A little more. You needed just a little more. You had plenty of real estate; you could make more. You could expand the design, your bloody, little, monochromatic Mondrian.

You felt empty when you stopped. Drained. Exhausted. Sick to your stomach. You let yourself fall sideways, lying on your dirty kitchen floor. You had nothing left in you. You lay there, unmoving, letting your brain tell you whatever it wanted. You didn’t care anymore. About anything. You had nothing. You had nothing to give and no one to give it to anyway. If you blipped out of existence, well, that would be the best-case scenario. Like Buffy’s key in reverse. Blink, and you had never existed at all. That would have been nice.

It would still be nice. If you could just disappear off the face of the earth. You couldn’t bear to look towards the future – a future you didn’t want, that you knew wouldn’t be better than this. The thought of it made your soul shrivel, made you dig your nails into your reddened thighs, made you cringe and wince. When would it be over? Why couldn’t it be now?

You distantly heard your intercom ring but it felt as if it were coming from another world. You were gone. You were out of this world. No one missed you. Your apartment was a glitch, a tiny black hole where no one could go and no one wanted to go. It rang for what could have been a short time or a long time—you'd lost all sense of it. Then you heard knocking at your door.

Then more knocking.

Then something akin to thumping.

“Hey,” Yoongi’s voice rang cleanly through the wood and metal. “Are you in?”

Your phone started buzzing noisily on your side of the door, rattling against the floor bar in the entryway. Then there was silence for a while. You assumed he had gone away.

Your door beeped and swung open and there were footsteps, the quiet flomp of shoes hitting the floor, the rustle of a carrier bag. You remembered you had given him your codes in the interest of fairness -- you did have his, after all. You felt so detached from everything that you didn’t know how you felt about that. Yoongi quietly called out for you. You didn’t respond. Didn’t even feel like you could.

Your apartment was small enough that he could survey the entire space in a few small steps, so he would barely have to enter before he would see you. You knew the moment he did; you felt the way the air was sucked out of the room for a second. You felt him freeze, could hear the seconds tick by on the clock on the wall. Then he came into your line of sight, kneeling in front of you, saying your name.

“Fuck, don’t be dead,” he whispered.

He held his hand underneath your nose and felt you breathing. You felt the weight of the sigh that left him.

“Shit, fuck.”

He bent over, turning his head to try to catch your eyes; you could see him but you weren’t looking at him. You weren’t looking at anything. He was a blurry approximation of a man in front of you. He called your name for a third time.

“You, uh, are you alright? ... fuck, fucking stupid. No, obviously not. Fuck. Ok. Uh. I-. Can I... What can I do?”

You couldn’t give him an answer. It was as if all speech and movement had been taken from you. You really had nothing left. You couldn’t give him anything. You felt like a husk and that was all you wanted to be.

“Shit, what should I do? I.. I do-. Well. Ok. Can you sit up?”

You couldn’t even shake your head. You were aware of him continuing to mutter to himself. He stood up and disappeared for a minute or two; you heard the open and shut of cupboards, the rifling through of your jars and bottles and boxes. He returned with a light load.

“I have to-” he started. “I’m going to. You.. I have to- I'm going to touch you, ok? I have to lift you up?”

He hesitated as he came closer but was firm when he gripped your arms and lifted your body off the floor, pulled you sitting upright. You tipped your head back against the cupboard and a deep sigh pushed air from your lungs.

“I still have to- this might hurt. You don’t have much stuff. I, uh, yeah, ok. I have to clean this.”

You closed your eyes when he pressed a soaked cotton pad to your thigh. The burning sting of antiseptic made you feel a little bit alive but it was so short-lived.

He was muttering again.

“Fucking hell. I can’t. You don’t have anything useful. How am I-. What... This is... Fuck, this is going to need stitches. Is it?”

You’d almost never heard him talk so much, not like this, not to himself, not with all these half-finished, curtailed sentences, this stopping and starting. Yoongi was straight-forward, even when he was feeling chatty. This Yoongi was going around in circles.

When your eyes finally focused on him, he looked pale, paler than usual. A little grey possibly. His mouth was pulled in a taut, grim line when he wasn’t mumbling himself through the task.

“Still fucking bleeding? Shit, did I make it bleed again? I can’t- I...”

He sat back a little and looked at you; his eyes were sharp and focused and you couldn’t look at them. Yoongi took your chin in his hand, less gently than you might have expected, and he held you there until you looked at him.

“How can you not have a fucking first-aid kit? What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?” The anger in his voice registered only dimly. “There’s a pharmacy on the corner and I’m going to go there.” He paused and his eyes were steely and his jaw tight as he worked his brain around how to say what he needed to. “I’m going to go and I’m going to come back and if I get back here and you’re dead, I am going to kill you, ok? I know I promised to kill you but I was fucking joking and you’re not allowed to be dead. Is that clear?”

His face softened as he waited for an answer. You managed to nod your head. He held you a few more seconds before he stood and walked out.

It could have been only seconds or it could have been hours until he returned—you neither knew nor cared—but he did return and he dropped a plastic bag on the floor beside you. He tipped it upside down and dumped its contents. He wasn’t looking at you now, not at your face, just at your legs, as he cleaned and tended and muttered to himself some more. He unwrapped bandages and folded over gauze and you let him lift your legs and place them back down. You let him do whatever he needed to, wanted to. It didn’t matter.

When he was finished, he sat back and sighed. He ran a hand through his hair and you saw his eyes alight on something to your left. You couldn’t read the expression that came over his face. Something like horror, something like disgust, something like despair. He leaned forward onto his hands and grabbed the offending object; he threw it into the sink with a metallic clatter.

He sat opposite you for some time. You didn’t say anything. Neither did he. You felt hollow. You could hear it, the wind howling through your empty spaces. You felt like you were all empty space. Just an echo of nothingness trapped in skin. Every part of you hurt, as if the pain were radiating out from your heart, filling the void inside you with a sharp, persistent ache. You couldn’t talk. You couldn’t bring yourself to do it, to have to hear yourself, hear your existence continuing in the world. It hurt. As long as you were silent, you could fade away, you told yourself. Just disappear. Yoongi would go and you would be alone and you could just disappear.

“Do you want to eat?” he asked. “You should eat.”

The thought evidently set him on a path because he stood and opened your fridge, opened your cupboards, looking for food. He stepped over you and then stopped, foot in mid-air. He turned back to you.

“If I’m going to cook, you’re in the way. Can you move?”

You blinked. You sighed. You looked down. Then you felt his arms wrap around you as he pulled you to your feet. It was an awkward drag and shuffle to the sofa, your feet tripping over themselves, Yoongi lifting but not really carrying you.

“Fuck, sorry,” he said on a heavy exhale as you dropped like a stone onto the sofa. “I’m going to cook now.”

He held a bowl out in front of you and, when you didn’t take it, he picked up your hands and placed them against the ceramic, lowering it all into your lap. Then he sat next to you.

“Eat.”

You looked at the food, steaming hot; it smelt nice. You wondered what on earth it was and how he could have found the right ingredients in your house. You were still not exactly domesticated, despite your efforts. Yoongi kicked your foot.

“I mean it. Eat.”

You sighed and continued staring into the bowl. Eating would mean conceding to living, to staying alive. You felt defeated but you also wanted to avoid this defeat. Everything about you felt wrong. Hideous. Like things were crawling beneath your skin. You didn’t want to continue that existence. You didn’t want to feed it.

Yoongi took the bowl from your hands and placed it on your coffee table.

“Fine,” he said. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Absolutely not. You shook your head.

“What do you want to do? I don’t know what to do. What can I do?”

You, again, fell sideways, lying on the sofa with your legs still dangling down. It wasn’t entirely comfortable but that hardly mattered. You couldn’t answer; you didn’t know.

Then Yoongi did something that you wouldn’t in a thousand years have expected him to. Just as you had, in his apartment, weeks ago, he crawled behind you and wrapped his arms around you. You stiffened, convinced for a second you might split and shatter. He was warm and soft and you could smell his hair and his breath tickled your neck and it hurt so much. It all hurt so much.

You breathed in deep and when you exhaled, you choked, crying again. You didn’t know you had more in you. You had thought you were dry, but just as there was no end to your sadness, there apparently was no end to your tears.

You lay there, letting him hold you as you cried, letting the sun lower in the sky, letting the stars come out.

“I’m fucking sick of it,” you gasped. “Sick of it, sick of it, sick of it.”

“Sick of what?”

“Everything. I hate it. I hate everything. I hate it. I hate being alive. I hate being me. I can’t stand it. I don’t know how people do it. I just want it to stop. I just want it to stop.”

“Life?”

“Yeah.”

“I get it. I don’t want you to stop being you, though. For what it’s worth.”

You couldn’t hear that kind of thing. Not now. You couldn’t take it.

“You just don’t know me,” you whispered, your voice hoarse from crying and thick from new tears.

“Tell me, then.”

“I fucking suck.”

“How?”

“Literally everything I am. Fundamentally flawed. I’m broken and stupid and I can’t be normal and no one can ever love me because I’m this. I’m just this all the time and I can’t get better and I thought that I could but it’s just me and my fucking broken head and I ruin everything. I ruin everything for everyone and always will and no one can stand me. No one can and I don’t fucking blame them. I can’t stand me either. It makes me sick to be such a useless heap of junk. I’m a worthless waste of space because what is the point of me? What do I do? I need people, I cling to people, I make myself their problem until they can’t take it anymore. I’m depressed and stupid and I will never achieve anything and never do anything and I might as well just die right now because who cares? Literally who cares. I tried and I fucking tried but I’m still me and I can’t run from it or change it and I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to be here. I don’t know what to do anymore. There is nothing for me. The future is black and it’s bleak because I’ll be there. I’m always there. I can’t get away from myself. I can’t bear it. I have to live like this? For years? More and more years? Twenty? Or thirty? Forty years of this? It makes me sick to think about. I can’t think about it. I can’t think about having to be alive like this for another day let alone any longer. I hate it. I hate being me and I hate being alive and I just wish I wasn’t. I wish I could just disappear. I’m a broken, useless, fucked in the head piece of shit and no one will ever love me because they can’t. I’m unlovable. I’m this and it makes me unlovable but I can’t change it so I will always be unlovable and I can’t do it. I can’t live like that. I can’t do it anymore.”

You took a deep, shuddering breath and Yoongi said nothing. He was quiet for long enough for your shame to creep back in, curling its fingers around the door frame and pulling itself in, unbidden and unwanted. You were embarrassed now, again. You felt stupid. Again. You felt pointless and petty and pathetic and you were about to shrug Yoongi off, to tell him to leave, to crawl into your bed and hide under the sheets when his arms tightened around you. You heard as well as felt him take a deep breath.

“Yeah, I understand.”

There was a pregnant pause and Yoongi cleared his throat.

“But I don’t think any of those things about you. For what it’s worth.”

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'Just the Two of Us' - where two best friends who secretly have feelings for each other go camping, but they didn’t expect to fall under the effect of a rare spell.

Just for entertainment. It’s a totally fictional universe. Thank you! Have fun! Stream xo! <3

genre: fluff, friends to lovers. sunghoon ff. words in this chapter: 1.4k.

Welcome! You are on the final chapter! First chapter here 💌

Part 2: The Spell.

7:30 PM.

"Shall we put on some music?" Sunghoon said.

"Sure! How about 'Pompeii'?"

"Our song!" - they are both much happy about it!

"Sure! Between us 'nothing changed at all'!"

"I’m very happy with that, Y/N! We’ve always been by each other’s side through all our phases since we met."

"Really!" - she smiled. It's like she is on cloud 9 right now. Sunghoon is always caring but words like that are light for the heart.

The wind blew gently. Y/N and Sunghoon sat in front of the now lit campfire, trying to keep the fire alive despite the wind and occasional dust coming from the ground road they took to get to the plain. Away from the city lights, the stars shine like never before.

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Y/N pov.

The stars remind me of your eyes... If only he knew how safe I feel beside him. His voice, his kindness, his care... One day I’ll have to confess.

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The friends spent more time star-gazing, enjoying the snacks, and listening to the playlists chosen for the camping trip.

"Stitches" started playing, and Sunghoon couldn’t control the blush on his face. He couldn’t stop and didn’t quite understand why he was so red at the moment. Maybe it was this closeness to Y/N. How had he never thought of this before? Could he be... in love?

7:58 PM

They both heard a strange noise. It was two dogs. Destroying one of the tents!!!

They were so distracted that they forgot to look up at the tents.

"Oh my God! Let’s go before they take the other one!" - Sunghoon jumped up.

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8:00 pm - The Spell Begins

“Damn! What now?” Y/N was shocked. “Where are we going to sleep?”

“Oh, I don’t mind sleeping in the tent with you.” 💭 Oh my God, what did I just say???

“I-I said that out loud, Y/N, I’m so sorry, I-I don’t know why I said that…” He started stammering, trying to explain.

“It’s okay, Sung! I don’t want to leave you out in the cold either.”

Y/N’s smile calmed the moment. Sunghoon wasn’t the type to say things impulsively, and this really scared him because he had said out loud exactly what he was thinking at the moment. He simply couldn’t control it, and that was very strange. It was as if someone made him say it…

Little did he know that it was all part of a very old love spell that he had activated by spinning so many times around that tent stake. Ah, the full moon and its charms!

The spell was prepared by a very powerful witch and could only be activated with the correct movements and a heart ardently in love. The spell was divided into two moments: one for a softer effect, but potentially revealing – because the couple’s thoughts could come out loud. After that, the spell would pause. And then, in the other moment, nothing would be the same as before.

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Y/N’s POV

Okay? What did he mean by that? Anyway… I hope my thoughts don’t come out of my mouth like that too!

“What did you say?”

💭 Sunghoon heard me???

“Huh? Uh?” I tried to play dumb.

“Oh! I thought you said something. We can go back home if you want…”

“NO! No need.” I put my hands over my mouth. 💭 Why did I have to shout??

“Sorry for shouting, Sung.”

“It’s okay, silly silly! Shall we go see the lagoon then?”

8:11 pm – Spell Pause

“Let’s go!”

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The crystal-clear water was really beautiful and reflected the light of the full moon, also presenting the reflection of the two of them. There was no more sign of the dogs that ran off with the tent.

“Well, maybe the dogs needed the tent more than we did!” - said Y/N.

The two laughed a little nervously at the incident and they didn’t know what was stranger – the tent being taken by the dogs or the thoughts that came so out loud. That really don't happen every day.

“Are you crazy, Y/N? We’re going to end up out in the open, I’m telling you. We left the remaining tent there. The next one to take the tent will be the bear!”

He imitated a strong and violent bear to make Y/N laugh at the events. He is like a huge bear going to attack his prey (or tent!).

“I don’t doubt it! This is some kind of magic!”

“Nonsense! You’ve always been unlucky anyway!” He laughed, friendly and playful.

S/N started rubbing her hands from the cold, so they decided to go back near the campfire. It would also be good to return to keep an eye on the tent that was still left for them.

9:00 pm

“Shall we play ‘truth or dare?’”

“Let’s! It’s just going to be a little weird because it’s just the two of us, so the questions or dares will always be for one of us.” Sunghoon said that, sweating cold inside, he was always skeptical of these kinds of games, but it could be fun as long as he didn’t expose himself too much like he did the moment the tent was taken by the two mischievous dogs.

They gathered by the campfire, and Y/N turned on the flashlight, pointing the light at her face, trying to scare her best friend with a spooky story vibe:

“Scared?”

“Not at all!” - he giggled.

They laughed and started the game.

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Sunghoon’s POV

“So, truth or dare?” I started.

“Truth!”

“With whom was your first kiss?” - I can't believe I had the courage to say that.

“My first kiss… was a bit of a tragic story… it was with Lucas, from our class, remember him? He went to kiss me when he said he liked me. We went on a few dates, but things didn’t work out between us, and we went our separate ways.”

“Wow… I didn’t know…”

That made me tremble with rage. Just thinking about a guy being so close to S/N… I don’t want to lose her, I can’t lose her… How did I not realize that Lucas liked her? I thought my enemy all this time was Jake for living so close to her. He’s always walking his little dog around the neighborhood shirtless.

“But do you still like him?” - Please, I need to know.

“No, no, Sung. It really stayed in the past.

Your turn. Truth or dare?” she said calmly, which relieved me a lot because of the truth in her voice.

“Truth.”

“What makes you fall in love with someone? You always reject everyone.”

Y/N seemed concerned with her own question, she laughed awkwardly, so I thought: it’s time to be honest.

I moved closer to her, sitting in a way that allowed us to face each other near the campfire. I just wanted to see her reaction. I looked into her eyes and saw everything I had always wanted in life. I could see my life as a movie; everything we went through together as best friends was so wonderful.

Y/N, I realize I love you so much… more than as a best friend…

“Y/N, do you see me as a man?”

“A-as a man? What do you mean?”

I lost all my shyness and gathered all my courage:

“I always rejected everyone because I only have eyes for you, my silly. I didn’t know when we were younger, but when I look at you now, I’m sure I love you, Y/N. I love you. Truly. Not just as a best friend but also as someone who wants to be and love you as the man of your life. Please, tell me if you feel something for me too.”

“Sung… I love you so much! I always knew I loved you! I just didn’t think I was your type, haha!”

“But you’re so silly! I love you so much!”

With the moonlight and the flames crackling in an intense dance, I found love. I moved in closer, and when she placed her hand on my chest, my heart raced. Her soft lips touched mine, and I didn’t know how much I wanted this.

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S/N's POV

I can’t believe it! I can’t believe it! I must be dreaming! How can he love me the same way too? Sung, I loved you first! I love you so much!

“I could kiss you all night while counting the stars, my beautiful silly!”

“Dummy! I liked you first, you know!”

“Lies!” Sunghoon laughed. “Hey, I’m so grateful for you.”

“I’m also very grateful for you, my love! I love you so much!”

“I love you so much, my beautiful!”

At midnight, the spell would return to complete its final moment: they would declare their feelings for each other involuntarily, as happened before with the thoughts that were spoken out loud. But they didn’t need that — just a little, let’s say, push.

The End. ❤❤❤

#enhypen x female reader #enhypen fanfiction #enha imagines #sunghoon headcanons #enhypen ff #enhypen fluff #enhypen x y/n #sunghoon au #sunghoon fluff #sunghoon scenarios #sunghoon fanfic #kpop fanfic #kpop ff

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astropookie · 2 years ago

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Astro observations pt 3? bc I haven’t finished what I was supposed to post 🧍

This picture is from Pinterest.

I knew someone with the same ascendant and sun as me but I didn’t noticed bc of the moon energy. How important, necessary and notorious is the difference in the big three depending on the element of the moon sign. My big 3 is libra sun, pisces moon and aquarius rising. The energy I give off is more dramatic, sensitive and playful. On the other hand, her moon is in virgo, so the energy she give off is completely opposite than mine: she’s serious, distant and helpful. But we do share the same 2 placements of the big 3.

I didn’t have interest in history but when I had the opportunity of having a class with a new teacher, I liked it. The passion and dedication of the topic they spoke about, and the most important thing is the objectivity; he spoke facts, with sources, without any intention of his students to memorize the information but understand it, observing and analyzing it. Teaching without any misrepresented information. How he -the teacher- spoke about certain topics that in the past, I preferred to pass out than be present in the same class. Being able to be emotional and logic. Would I be embarrassed if I said I loved it? -the manner of speaking and sharing ideas, how he teach-. What placements he has? moon 3H and mercury 1H. Moon in the 3rd house makes the individual learn how to communicate during their whole life, specifically about topics that turns on their sensitive nature. They are balanced: too emotional and logical when it comes to speak up, with time they learn how to be. They’re open minded, they want to listen to different point of views, to understand their own and to extract what benefits them and etc. They observe. Mercury in the 1st house makes them a COMMUNICATOR. That’s why he has the ability of changing my mind, my opinion or point of view, be interested in a topic minutes before I wasn’t. Sophisticated. They have this air that makes you believe them, that you know they’re not lying to you, that they’re transparent and have the sources and motives to back up their ideas. They’re intelligent. They want to learn and this curiosity push them to new fields. They could use their attachment to their origins to transmit ideas, from an specific point of view, that’s unique. Is wholesome, that I had the opportunity to be their student, for have been able to witness this placements 🧍

People with Neptune 7H is so pure. When I first knew this friend, my first impression of her was that she was shy and now I think that we must protect her bc she’s a baby 😭 They often give more than what they receive. They idealize or have a wrong idea of people in their relationships. They tend to ignore or avoid what’s happening in that topic. They think too much about the idea of who surrounds them: think better of them, that the relationship is deeper than it actually is. That’s why they struggle in the social/relationships, specifically in the romantic ones. I’ve seen this people have a good relationships with their friends¿? They could expect too much of their partner, later, realizing they’re not who they thought. Also, they could be shy or reserved because they’re scared of judgement, by being capable of living dreaming.

Moon square Jupiter aspect people always wants “peace” in their relationships, even if its imposible -not everything is going to be pink-. Their moods change A LOT, they could take everything personal. They could feel threatened and bc of this are alert the whole time. They’re inestable, they start the day with a shiny face and then they remember something that happened in the past: their day is ruined -by themselves-. This people get carried by what others think and say about them, they struggle on believing in themselves, with their self-wroth. The environment where they grew up made them doubt. They may support themselves in a religion or spiritual stuff, they could feel peaceful knowing that something has their back, that they don’t suffer alone or is “for some reason”. They could also attached themselves to a person in specific. They want to know more and more -about religion/spirituality- but they’re scared of not finding the answers they want -but the ones they need. They suffer, trying to understand the meaning or accepting the reality. That they can’t hold anymore to a false reality -that’s their copy mechanism: to create a reality that’s total opposite of the one they grew up, to finally fulfill the necessities of their inner child-.

Scorpio mercury: I love my placement. It’s so fucking 🤯 My sarcastic ass bitch wouldn’t tell otherwise. They observe, when they’re in a new situation -this is a specific case bc they always do-, they analyze the body language, the conduct, the gestures, how they express, how many information they give and what type, their confidence, how they present themselves, everything you would imagine. I LOVE IT. Once I read that with a scorpio mercury you would never know about them, and that ended up being true: they will get information from you in a subtly manner, you don’t realize what you’re saying to them. They’re fucking sarcastic, they love to joke around but not in a goofy way? but they don’t insult an individual, they don’t like it -in my case, 7° (libra degree)- . They get to the point, they’re straightforward, their words can cut you without a warning. They don’t like when people keep making the same questions (repetitive) when it comes to know them, bc it’s obvious -in their eyes- that if they don’t answer or try to avoid it, it’s not necessary to tell you what’s happening -that they don’t like the situation-; and more when they’re a reserve person, they don’t like to reveal their lives if they’re not comfortable/don’t want to. Even worse when someone that they don’t like, take their information and spread it like nothing, without their permission; they will warn you in front of everyone that they didn’t like it and you didn’t have the right to do it. Those little things that I just mentioned are EVERYTHING for them. Don’t you dare use what they told you about themselves in a manner they will not agree. You have the honor of knowing at least a little bit of them, don’t waste it.

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•This is based on my personal experience and what I’ve analyzed in my surroundings.

•English is not my first language.

•I’m not a profesional astrologer.

Thank youu. baibaiii🫣🫶🏼💋

Do not copy. Please give me credits.

#astrology #astro observations #pinterest #astrologia #astro posts #astro notes #scorpio mercury #neptune #moon #mercury #moon square jupiter

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harrywavycurly · 10 months ago

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Your post about the brother gc made my mind wonder about having all the Eddie’s in a gc that you could text and ask about boy problems 😂

Hiii lovey!! Idk why instead of a group chat my mind went “what if there was a 1-800 number for you to call for advice from the Eddies??”🙈 it would be like this:

“Thank you for calling the Life Advice Network this is Steve speaking how may I help you?” “Uhm…I just need to know if the guy I’m interested in is…also interested in me…” “Ah got it let me transfer you to Husband Eddie he is our go too guy when it comes to deciphering men’s intentions..one moment.” “Hi this is Husband Eddie Munson how can I be of service to you today?” “Hey Eddie uhm…the guy I’m interested in is kinda being weird lately and I’m not sure if-” “Describe weird.” “Oh uh he ended our text conversation by just saying later…when normally he says like bye gorgeous or something along those lines.” “Later? He said later as a form of goodbye?” “Yes…why did you just sigh? Is that…is that not a good sign?” “I’m gonna be honest with you sweetheart I think he’s no longer interested….have you hung out with him recently?” “Not this week he’s been really busy…” “right…yeah…I would just move on before you really get your feelings hurt.” “Okay…thanks Eddie.” “Anytime…oh you’re gonna be asked how this call was and if you don’t mind leaving me a good review that would be great but if not it’s fine…enjoy the rest of your day and don’t let this get you down there’s plenty of other dudes out there.” “Thank you I appreciate that.”

“You’ve reached the one and only Bestfriend Eddie how can I help you?” “Hey is it weird if your guy friend all of a sudden starts holding your hand and opening doors for you?” “Holding your hand? Dudes only hold hands with someone they like….unless you need help and our hand will make it to where you won’t like die or something but yeah that’s fucking weird.” “You think he likes me?” “I wouldn’t want you to assume he has feelings for you just because he’s holding your hand and opening doors but if he starts offering you rides everywhere and buying you shit then yeah he probably has feelings.” “He’s bought me lunch three times this week…” “oh yeah then he’s for sure got some feelings brewing and I’d say just ask him straight up if he’s into you or not.” “Really? That won’t freak him out?” “Only one way to find out…” “if he laughs at me I’m calling back and telling you how horrible you are at giving advice.” “Trust me you’ll only be calling back to tell me I was right.” “Whatever…that’s for the advice.” “Anytime.”

“Hello this is Vampire Eddie-” “did you just say Vampire?” “Yes…you got transferred to me because you’re having issues accepting the kind of respect and love you deserve is that right?” “I just don’t think I need to be treated this-” “You deserve to be treated as if you hung the moon and all the stars because to your significant other that’s exactly what you did for them.” “Oh…really?” “Yes…I know it’s hard to feel as though you deserve to be treated like a queen because for the most part you’ve let yourself get used to the subpar treatment from men because that’s all you thought you could get therefore making you think that’s also what you deserve but it’s not.” “Oh wow…okay so it’s not weird that he always wants to be around and is just…super nice and attentive?” “Weird? No it’s not weird…it’s how every man who wants to pursue you should be acting.” “He brought me flowers the other day because they reminded him of me with how pretty they are…” “and how did that make you feel?” “Like he’s too good for me…but I also really liked it.” “He’s not too good for you get that notion out of your head he’s just a gentlemen and you’re used to pardon my langue but you’re used to fuck boys.” “I guess that’s true…so I should keep him around then?” “If he makes you happy then yes.” “Okay…thank you Vampire Eddie this has been really interesting.” “You’re welcome…I’m here if you need me but I think you’ve got it figured out now.” “Have a good day.” “You as well.”

#1-800 Eddieverse #vampire!eddie munson #husband!eddie #bestfriend!eddie munson #eddie munson concept #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson au #the life advice network #Eddie Munson #my little dungeon master baby #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x reader

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mrsfrecklesmarauders · 2 months ago

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Little scene from the idea I had before about a wall separating the characters. In and out of a dome.

Let me know what you think.

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Lily couldn't sleep. She couldn't stop feeling that something was missing. That something was wrong. Maybe it was the dead parents that she couldn't remember well. Or the idea that she was alone even when she was surrounded by a lot of friends at Hogwarts.

All the people that was here had lost something. They were victims of the attack that the savages had made. Now they were comfortable in the castle. It had become a refuge for many people after the war. But not quite, outside the barrier, Lily was scared of the remaining savages that were thirst to kill her. To kill all of them.

"You haven't seen the horrible things I've seen there, Lily" Severus had told her.

Severus, like many other volunteers, were guards that protected wizards from the savages out there. Severus did save Lily the night her parents were killed. She barely remembered but she was grateful towards him.

Sometimes, though, Lily wanted to see what was out there. Something in her heart told her that someone was waiting for her. Maybe she was bonkers.

Lily sat up, giving up on her attempt to sleep. She saw Marlene sleeping in the bed next to her. She was whispering again.

"No... Please... Don't kill me..."

Poor girl.

What happened to Marlene was unknown. She had recently arrived. She was the new girl. Probably savages killed someone she loved. Maybe her parents.

They were all orphans anyway.

Lily couldn't believe that she had felt threathened by Marlene's beauty. Lily used to be the queen bee of her last magical school. She remembered she used to have everything. Money, beauty, friends, boyfriends... Things had changed a lot since the accident.

She felt empty all the time.

Lily couldn't stand the weird feeling inside of her. She needed to go out. She needed to think.

****

She's in there. James thought. His heart told him that Lily was inside that barrier. The wall was high and a magic barrier created a dome around the castle.

It was funny how Hogwarts used to be his home. Their home. Now death eaters controlled it.

They had taken everything away from James. His friends Peter and Marlene. His best friend Sirius. And his girlfriend Lily. God his beautiful Lily.

James's fist wrapped around the necklace on his neck where his engagement ring was. Lily and him were going to get married. Despite the potential war, they were so happy.

James knew inside his heart that all of them were inside.

"I rounded the perimeter and no sign of guards" Remus whispered getting James out of his thoughts.

James looked at his friend. Pale, skinny, with bags under his eyes. Beard growing. Dirty with ripped clothes. James was the same. They barely had a roof these days.

James had depended on magic and money his whole life. Now, he had none. They didn't know if their powers were dormat or gone.

Now, they were hiding behind some bushes. It had been months of inspecting this wall and a way inside. James was sure they were all inside.

"Good" James whispered back "Then I'll get closer"

Remus touched his arm "They are probably waiting for you inside. It is too dangerous"

"Moony" James said and Remus flinched. They hadn't used the nicknames in a while "If I have the possibility, I need to see what's inside. They might be in there... They are in there"

Remus looked down. James knew his friend had lost hope. That he believed they were all dead. He had heard Remus crying at night. He was weaker and weaker each full moon. Remus just wanted revenge.

But James had hope. He knew his friends were tougher than that. And Lily... He couldn't think about the idea of losing her.

"Just keep an eye, watch my back and be careful" James instructed. He gave a Remus a walkie talkie. They had to learn to use many muggle things lately "Let me know if you see anything"

Remus didn't look convinced. But he nodded.

"But what are you going to do?" Remus asked "We can't cross the dome"

"I'm just taking a peek inside" James said "Just a peek"

"Okay" Remus nodded again "Be careful"

James kissed his friend's forehead. He walked slowly and carefully towards the wall. He had to hide from the light.

"Just a quick peek, James" Remus's voice sounded from the walkie talkie, making James jump "I'm really scared. It is weird there are no guards"

James grabbed the walkie talkie and talked through it "Don't worry, Remus. I'll be quick"

"I don't want to lose you too"

It broke James's heart how scared and sad Remus sounded. But they had to keep fighting, yeah?

"Someone has to keep preparing the delicious soup you all like, yeah?"

The soup that everyone hated at the layer because James was terrible at preparing things the muggle way.

Remus chuckled "I think we'll all survive without it"

James grinned in the dark. He pocketed the walkie talkie and glanced at the wall in front of him, finding a way to climb.

"Just a peek" he told himself.

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Lily felt like a rebel as she approached the wall. No guards around. This was too easy.

Lily didn't know what she wanted precisely. She was scared of getting closer to the border. But also thrilled. Curious. So curious.

Maybe she could take a peek out. What would she think she would find? A savage? Plenty of savages ready to kill her?

A sane person wouldn't be doing this after going through everything she had went through. But Lily was so curious to think straight.

When she reached the wall, Lily took a glance around in case some guard was strolling by. She didn't see none. So she decided to climb.

What the hell was she doing?

Lily's heart was beating really really fast. And she didn't know if she was more scared or more excited. This was so confusing.

***

The wall was too high for James's liking. He was struggling to climb and the moving lights didn't let him advance. If he was spotted, he was dead.

Then something weird happened. His engagement ring glowed and floated. It had been enchanted to do so when Lily was around. A silly romantic thing that had popped into James's brain. He had been in love. He was in love still.

"Lily"

James couldn't believe it was still working, nothing magical worked outside the dome. Maybe it was the fact that he was near. So near.

That meant that she was on the other side. That gave James motivation to climb.

***

Lily's legs and arms were shaking, this thing was too high. Of course, otherwise savages could easily climb inside. It was for protection.

Now Lily was doing the dumbest thing someone could do. But something inside of her was telling her she should keep going.

Something was calling her from the other side.

***

James's necklace was crazy. It felt like some sort of magnet was attracting it from the other side. The pull was too strong.

James groaned.

"James, what's going on?" Remus said through the walkie talkie "I see some sort of light"

James was too busy to answer. His hands were barely holding him. He was meters up. So that was why he couldn't stop it when the chain broke and the necklace flew away.

"NO!"

James didn't care if the barrier would fry his hand, he reached for the necklace.

***

The alarm sounded as something crossed the barrier. Lily reached for it. Because something inside her told her to.

But as her hand touched the strange thing, she also felt something warm...

A hand. A warm hand.

The second she touched it, Lily felt electricity running through her veins.

She screamed and lost balance.

***

James hit the ground with a loud groan. Though he couldn't hear anything through the loud alarms.

His mind was running wild with speculations of what he had touched. It was a hand. A soft warm hand that gave him a thrilling electricity.

Then he fell.

And fuck it. James was sure that hand had grabbed his necklace. Whoever was had it.

"Fuck! Fuuuck!!"

Who was that? A death eater? Then why did the necklace flew away? Could it be? Could it be Lily?

Someone touched his shoulder, making him jump. Remus was screaming.

"WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE, JAMES!!"

The alarm system was too loud.

"THE GUARDS WIL BE HERE ANY MINUTE!"

"I NEED TO GO BACK, REMUS! MY NECKLACE!!"

"WHAT?"

"MY NECKLACE WITH THE RING! I CAN'T LOSE IT. I CAN'T!!"

It was the promise he had made of always loving Lily Evans. It was the proof they had been in love and so so happy.

There was the sound of hippogriffs approaching. Guards rode them.

"WE NEED TO GO NOW!!"

Remus said as he was trying to drag James. But James was strong and he wanted to cross that bloody wall.

"SHE'S INSIDE, MOONY!! LILY IS INSIDE AND ALIVE!

The necklace would not have done that if it was otherwise.

"WE NEED TO GO! LET'S GO INSIDE!"

"THEY ARE GOING TO KILL US!" Remus was desperate and furious.

James blinked.

"WHO'S GONNA RESCUE HER IF WE GET KILLED!"

Maybe Remus didn't believe him. Maybe he thought James was nuts. But he knew what he saw. Or what he felt more like.

The guards were so so close that James could hear their voices.

"OVER HERE!! THE BARRIER BROKE AROUND HERE!"

Wasn't that voice familiar?

Remus cupped his face.

"JAMES, LISTEN TO ME!! WE NEED TO GO NOW!"

"MY RING, MOONY. THE RING" James suddenly realized he had tears on his eyes.

"WE'LL GET IT BACK, WE'LL GET THEM BACK! I PROMISE" Remus was crying as well. What a mess!

James had to be the strong one. He was their leader. The leader of the resistance.

So he snapped out of it in time to run inside the forest before the guards arrived.

They ran they ran they ran. James could hear the loud alarm, distant screams and the sound of spells. Dark spells probably.

And he ran. He ran. He ran.

***

Lily stayed on the floor for a while. She was dizzy from the loud sound of the alarm. It was over now but it was still ringing her ears. What the hell had just happened?

There was something on her hand, she realized. She was squeezing it between her palm. What was it?

Lily struggled to sit down. And inspected the strange artefact. It was a necklace with a beautiful ring hanging from it. It was glowing.

Lily had the strange sensation she had seen it before.

Whose hand did she touch? Was them the owner of this ring? What if it was a savage?

Lily didn't know that savages could own such beautiful things. She had been told they were practically wild creatures. No heart. No soul. Too corrupted by the lack of magic.

This looked like an engagement ring. Did savages get married as well? Or maybe this was stolen from one of her own.

Lily had no clue. All she knew was that she felt connected to it somehow. That this was a mystery she needed to solve.

"Lily, are you okay?"

Lily hid the forbidden item immediately. The person that had found her was no other than the Headmistress. Bellatrix Black.

She was too young to be a Headmistress. Maybe in her late twenties. But she had been an inspiration for all.

The Blacks had been good fonders of the damaged after the war. They fonded the school supplies and all.

Sirius and Regulus Black, Lily's personal friends, had lost their parents as well at hands of savages. Bella was kind to help her cousins.

"Goodness me" Bellatrix sighed as she helped Lily to her feet "What are you doing here? We are in an emergency, Lily. Savages were spotted near the barrier. It is too dangerous"

"Oh!" Lily tried to act innocent, necklace behind her back "I didn't know that... I was just having a stroll because I couldn't sleep. Then I heard the alarms"

Bellatrix looked at her.

"Why were you on the floor?"

"I tripped!" Lily lied "I got scared when the loud sound began"

"Sorry about that" Bellatrix pursed her lips "The alarm is to warn the guards, not to bother you. It is not meant to be heard inside the castle"

"Oh yeah yeah, that's okay" Lily cleared her throat "Guards should do their work, to protect us..." she swallowed "I hope they catch the savages... I'm scared"

Lily wished she was making a good performance.

"Don't worry, Lily" Bellatrix smiled "I'm sure those savages will get caught" then she placed a hand on her shoulder, guiding her "Why don't we go inside? It is safer in there. Just in case"

Lily squeezed the necklace between her fist.

"Sure"

God, what was wrong with her?

#I wish I had time to write a whole fanfic but I don't #So I might write few scenes now an then #If someone wants to write more about this idea I wouldn't mind #marauders #maraudersera #alternative au #james potter #lily evans #jily #james x lily

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rmoonstoner · 1 year ago

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Poisoned Empanadas

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Pairing:

Moon Knight (Jake Lockley) x Spider!fem!reader

Spider-Man 2099 (Miguel O'Hara) x Spider!fem!reader

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18+

Warnings:

Violence, strong language, mentions of death, mentions of depression, sexual themes, someone gets hurt

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Summary:

A wild Miguel appears once again!

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Chapter 5 - Pizza Rolls

Yes. I said it. Pizza rolls to me are just little pizza filled Empanadas. My favorite kind are the big Great Value bag of them. Let me tell you about the homemade pizza rolls I made recently. I got puff pastry, then filled them with cream cheese and extra old aged cheddar, diced dry aged salami, diced habaneros, diced onions, homemade garlic pizza sauce, and then close them up, cover in garlic butter, sprinkle with parmesan, and bake on parchment paper for 15-25 min on 350.

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Another week had rolled on by since that very explicit dream and you hadn't run into Miguel at all. Even when you outright asked the criminals on whether or not they had seen a jacked up Spider-Man, they genuinely looked confused and terrified that there was yet another Spider-Man, and this one was bigger than any of the others. It almost made you question his existence, had the wizard not kept asking if you had seen him again?

Every.

Damned.

Night.

You nearly lost hope on running into him. Maybe he found his way back to where he came from? Maybe he had to leave the city to find the thing he needed in order to do so?

Either way, you managed to get out to patrol for an entire seven days without seeing any sign of him. Perhaps he was busy, which was good. It was getting old being asked the same question every night. At least Peter had the decency to not ask about Miguel while in Stephen's presence. That would just trigger the doctor into playfully teasing you about it.

Thankfully, he hadn't asked about Miguel at all for today, come to think of it. Stephen had said Peter was there when he opened up a viewing orb to see where you were. Maybe Peter's little magic caffeine fit made him forget? Oh, who were you kidding, he aced his finals, so of course he'd remember seeing Miguel in the orb.

"Hey! Nice to see you!" Peter called out as you flipped yourself over the ledge to see only him at the meeting point. He was just packing up Gwen's bag that she had left the previous night.

"Hi! How are you?" You greeted him as he handed you a protein bar.

"Doing good. Since I did so well on my reports, I got a few recommendations from some of the professors. I showed them to Stephen, and told him I want to get my engineering and chemistry certification."

"So you plan on getting a doctorate?"

"Yes! I hope it makes Stephen proud. It's not the same kind of doctor, and it's more what Tony would have wanted-" Peter rambled a bit and you placed a hand to his shoulder.

"Stephen is proud of you. He'd be proud of you no matter what subject you pick. He would be proud even if you failed, because you tried so hard. You don't give up when it gets rough. He knows how much Tony meant to you and Tony wasn't one to stop achieving his dreams when he failed at something. You and Stephen share that drive, and it'll take you far." You said with a bright smile.

It wasn't a lie, because Strange talked about the boy a lot. He always asked how he was doing after a patrol, and he would be the one to do most of the first aid on the team. If he ever had to help Peter with an injury, the man would fuss while patching the boy up. Stephen would even be constantly mentioning how proud Tony would have been, had he been around to see Peter's achievements. The doctor almost sounded like a sweet old grandmother affectionately referring to her grandchild when he spoke of Peter.

"Thank you. That feels good hearing that from you." Peter replied as he cracked a grin.

"So… Does this mean I have to call you Doctor Parker? Or Doctor Spider-Man? Oooh! I know! How about Spider-Doctor?" You gently teased him. Peter burst out laughing while shaking his head.

"Absolutely not! It will be Doctor Parker, and then just the same old, friendly neighborhood Spider-Man." He chuckled with a wink.

"Ah, good. Though… What about Doctor Webs?!" You gave a laugh back as you tried to picture it. He laughed and shook his head. The both of you got ready to head out, suiting up fully and slinging away into the night as you kept roasting Peter on the names he could use.

***

Most of the night was pretty calm. There was a fender bender pretty early on and a guy needed to be pulled from the wreckage, so Peter had helped. You didn't have much to offer in assistance, so you sat perched up on a shopping market roof to watch him while you called an ambulance. When all was said and done, you left to go seek out other problem areas that might need some help. The small police scanner Peter had built into his wrist watch sure did help a lot, and it reminded you of Miguel's watch.

Another occurrence was a man being held at knife point by a local drunk. Peter and you managed to talk the guy down and check him into a local drop-in center for outreach help. From there, everything was good. Nothing was off, which was great. It was so great that you and Peter stopped for a bite to eat on top of Stark Tower. About half way through your sandwich, Peter's watch and phone went off. He picked it up to check and his face fell.

"What's wrong, Peter?"

"There's been a breach in the Stark Tower security systems." He grumbled as he jammed the rest of his food into his mouth and chewed vigorously. You huffed and opened your sandwich and hurriedly removed the good bits, shoving them into your mouth and discarding the bread and other bits you didn't enjoy much. You both chewed in silence as you wiped your faces and hands.

"What? But we are sitting on the building..?" You asked with a confused face as you opened a soda to wash your mouth out, then handed it over to Peter so he could do the same.

"Yeah… I suppose we should go check it out, then?" He suggested. How could you say no?

Since Peter already had official security clearance, it was easy to get inside. You followed him in and down to the lower levels. He didn't bother to creep about. He acted like he owned the place, which he kind of did now that Tony was gone. Peter glanced at his watch a few times.

"Looks like the disturbance is in the vaults." Peter announced as he pointed to another stairwell. His tech was telling him the breach was in the power core reactor vault on the main floor. It was separated from the one that powered the building, and that was underground.

Peter directed you to the stairwell and down the center of the spiral stairs. He chose to use a web rope, while you descended with a disk of light. Once at the main floor, Peter quietly peeked down a hallway and motioned for you to follow. You darkened your suit and dimmed the lights in the hallway slowly, while Peter made his way towards the vault room.

There was a clatter of sorts the closer you got. Peter was a bit nervous, his spider senses no doubt going insane as he twitched at any noise. Yours, however, wasn't going off at all. You thought that was odd, considering the threatening nature of the noises that you were hearing. Scraping and clanking to be specific could be heard, followed by what sounded like drawers and doors opening and closing rapidly. The occasional crash of glass tinking against glass could be heard as well.

Peter stopped at the door, a weak light coming from inside. You could hear someone grumbling to someone. A man, talking to a woman. Peter was opening the door as you realized the voices sounded familiar, and before you could tell him to wait, Peter was zipping inside to confront the individuals.

"I'd stop that if I were you. Mr. Stark might be gone, but this building is still owned by his associates." Peter said as he clung to the roof in front of a large storage room door. The noises suddenly stopped and a growl erupted from the room.

"Spidey, uh, maybe we should be careful-" You started to say, when a large metal box was hurled at him. Thankfully, Peter managed to smack it away in time.

"Not one for talking, huh? Are you the strong silent type?" Peter said as he fired off a warning shot into the storage room. A small crash could be heard as a bunch of things fell to the ground and scattered all over the floor and out the door. You hid in the shadows and got closer to the door as Peter dropped down and darted into the room after the noise.

"Friday! Spidey needs the rest of the backup lights off!" You called out. The noises suddenly stopped as that familiar voice went 'huh?' And a second later, and the lights went out.

A scuffle occurred. You could hear Peter get hit and grunt as he came flying out of the room and hit the wall on the other side of the room. You gasped when it registered. You heard the distinct sound of bone breaking and Peter hissing in pain.

There was another crash, so you turned and stepped into the storage room, seeing a dark figure smash a window and climb up into it. The moon light hit his form just right, and you could tell immediately that it was Miguel. He turned to look back at you, tilted his head, then jumped. You looked back at Peter, seeing he was getting up and rubbing his neck.

You had a choice. Stay and help Peter, or chase Miguel.

"Get that jerk, Galaxy-Spider!" Peter shouted as he huffed while leaning against the wall. His arm looked like it was bent the wrong way, and his voice was dripping with pain.

That fucking dick broke your friend's arm!

You saw red, and then in an instant, you were across the room, handing Peter your bag for anything he would need, before running to and jumping from the window that Miguel had escaped from.

As you hit the night air, you looked around, catching a glimpse of Miguel zipping up a web to the roof of the building you just left. You scowled and hissed as you summoned a circle of light and stepped on it. You braced yourself and sent it straight upwards towards Miguel.

When he turned his head to check if he had gotten away, he recoiled in surprise when he saw that you were only meters behind him.

He reached out and shot a web to the next building over and kicked away from the tower. He used the momentum of the sudden change in trajectory to rocket himself away. He was fast, like ridiculously fast for a large hulking mass of muscle. It made sense, Jake was slightly smaller, but the cabbie was pretty fucking fast. So, of course Miguel, with the same setup, would be faster since he was a Spider.

Right?

"Get your ass back here!" You demanded as you aimed at him and shot off a web. He managed to twist himself out of the way. In doing so, he landed against the building and sprang away from it to go to another across the street.

"Fucker! I swear to the Gods, if you make me chase you, I am not going to be a happy girl!" You called out while making a series of glowing lights appear to get to him. He had gained a fair distance, now being three blocks away.

You could do this. You had chased far worse things than Miguel. This should be easy for you.

One blob at time, but surprisingly quickly as you hopped, skipped, and jumped your way to the fleeing Spider. You gave chase for over ten minutes, drawing you far away from the Stark Tower and the Sanctum. You hauled ass and pushed yourself to catch up with him, each breath coming out in a rush.

Closer.

Closer…

Your lungs were burning and your muscles were aching with the effort to get to him. You were angry and upset that he had hurt your friend, and had the audacity to break and enter the building that belonged to said friend. You had an idea of what he was looking for, and you even offered to help him, yet here you were, chasing a potential thief that refused any help.

When Miguel looked back, you were almost able to grab at his ankle. The panic was evident in his body language, and in that split second, he shot you in the face with his webs.

Everything went dark and you stumbled while trying to pull the web from your face. You lost your footing, slipping and falling off the light. A strangled squeak came from you as your head smacked against another gob of light. Dizziness filled you as you kept falling. The ground would soon meet you and you were sure it would hurt and do some major damage.

A whoosh of air hit your ears as you were suddenly grabbed and sent flying. It took a moment to realize you weren't falling, but now were being carried while swinging in the air. Large muscular arms held you tightly against a well sculpted torso. The heat from the man was radiating nicely and it felt safe and warm, even though a few moments ago you wanted to punch him in his stupid face. A few moments later, and Miguel was setting you down gently, but he didn't let go. He was holding on in an effort to avoid you lashing out at him as he removed the webs from your face.

Well, you didn't lash out. You stayed still while trying to control your breathing. Your mask was taken off and when you looked up, Miguel had already discarded his on roof you were on. He held a look of concern as he inspected your head, finding a bump, but otherwise everything was fine.

"You gave me a scare, there. You weren't supposed to fall."

"Well you weren't supposed to commit a felony by breaking and entering Stark Tower, then I am pretty sure you broke my friend's arm!" You snapped at him and Miguel let go of you and took a step back.

"I broke his shocking arm!?" He seemed surprised and his face melted into remorse.

"I am sorry. He was trying to stop me from getting the information I needed, and he shot a web at Lyla. She's all I have left. I didn't mean to hurt him. I'm still getting used to these powers." He stammered as he showed you the lack of pockets and anything on his person, but the watch. You sighed, but still had to ask.

"Did you steal anything?"

"No! Well, uh, just the information I needed. I swear, I didn't take any of those glowing core things." He said and turned around.

"See? And no, I didn't put anything up there." He indicated to his rear, and it drew a small laugh from you. You cleared your throat and stood up.

"Well, you need to come back with me. Tell P- Tell Spidey that you're sorry and that you didn't mean to cause any harm, though you clearly did, you big brute. If you don't, the wizard will make your life really fucking hard." You scolded him and pointed back towards the tower. Miguel frowned as he looked down and sighed.

"Fine. I'm sorry I ran."

"Good! Now I'll just shoot him a text and let him know I am on the way back with you." You muttered while going for your pack. You froze when you remembered handing it to Peter.

"Ah, shit. I can't. I forgot I left my bag with him. Well, you're gonna just have to watch your back while we go."

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By the time you got back to the tower, Peter had already called Stephen in. You could tell they were there because there was a warm orange glow of the portals he was so fond of. You had to check and make sure Miguel didn't just fuck off, which, thankfully, he didn't.

As you approached, you could see Stephen bent over Peter. He was fixing up his arm with magic and making sure Peter was alright when the lad sat up and pointed at you and Miguel.

"That's the guy!" Peter said as he jostled forward a bit and winced. Stephen smacked him lightly on the shoulder.

"Stay still. The last thing we need is you distracting me while I am trying to set the bone back into place!"

"But, Stephen, the guy that broke my arm is right there!" Peter argued with a whine.

"Settle down. I know he's there. I can clearly see him." Stephen said as he twisted Peter's arm suddenly. A loud crack was heard, and Peter gasped and almost threw up.

"But you're not even facing him…" Peter protested quietly. Stephen huffed and pointed up to his forehead and Peter went quiet. He didn't bother asking how he could still see Miguel, when that eye wasn't even facing him. He knew it was magic and left it at that.

"Heya, doc. I found the guy. Brought him back. He's willing to apologize and explain himself." You said as you motioned to Miguel, then to Peter.

"Good. I look forward to hearing about why he's caused such a fuss." Stephen stood there looking at everyone with his arms crossed. He looked mad and annoyed. Of course he'd be.

Miguel was nervous. He was shifting from one foot to the other as he looked at Peter.

"I, uh… I am sorry for breaking your arm. I… I am also sorry for breaking into this building." He glanced at Peter, then at Stephen, before his eyes landed on you.

"Okay. Cool. Apology accepted. Now, please enlighten me as to why you broke into my building?" Peter asked while Stephen started using magic to speed up the healing process.

"Your building?"

"Yes. This is my building."

"So that makes you Peter Parker, then." Miguel said as he motioned to the room around him.

"The man that Tony Stark left all his technology and businesses to. Wow. That's wild. You're so young." Miguel looked at you and huffed.

"You could have told me that, you know. I wouldn't have broken in here if I knew that this place belonged to your friend." Miguel complained and rubbed his face.

"You're a dick. I offered to ask my friends for help, but nooo, you said you wanted to do it all by yourself!" You said and threw both hands over to Peter. Peter was perfectly fine by now, Stephen's spell having worked its magic and fixed what Miguel had broken.

"I said I could have asked, and yet, you declined and ended up hurting my friend. I think you owe me an apology as well Miguel!"

"You're right. I'm sorry. I should have asked for help. I should have accepted your offer."

"Okay. Enough of this garbage. Can we go back to the Sanctum? I really need to finish this book I borrowed from Wong." Stephen spoke up and started walking through the portal.

"You're not going to punish me?" Miguel had a look of surprise on his face.

"No. That's for Peter and her to decide. I have enough shit to deal with already. Besides, you're a Spider-Folk. That's their jurisdiction." Stephen announced and then he went straight to sit at his desk with his book.

"Let's get going. You know how much he hates waiting." Peter whispered to you.

You nodded and looked at Miguel, curling your finger in a silent command to follow. Miguel hung his head in frustration as he followed on through. Once inside the library, the portal closed up behind you. Peter was the first to fling his mask off and flop into one of the arm chairs by the fireplace. You took yours off as you sat in the love seat and laid across it.

Miguel awkwardly looked at the other leather chair and sat down. From this angle he could see everyone, and he noticed the wizard's third eye was staring at him through the reflection of the mirror up on the wall beside him. That was unnerving, so he turned to look at Peter. The boy gave him an obnoxious smile as he looked Miguel over.

"That's a weird choice in a suit. You look like you're wearing a child's costume. I can see some of the seams are ripping." Peter quipped and you giggled.

"Look, my outfit was poorly planned in the time that I had." Miguel huffed and rolled his eyes as he relaxed into the chair.

He was spread eagle with the way he sat, and your eyes wandered down. Just a peek, right? What could it hurt?

"Hey, doc! Can ya fix up his ugly suit?" Peter glanced at you as he called out to Stephen.

You looked away as you blushed, Miguel eyeing you carefully as he crossed one leg over the other. Stephen grumbled and flicked his hands towards Miguel, and his suit resized and darkened with textures that weren't there before. Strange went right back to reading, but he was eavesdropping, ready to spring into action should Miguel blow his top.

Miguel's reaction was an undignified squeak and a grunt as the new suit formed around him. He stared at the gloves, noting the rubber like pads on the fingertips and the slits at the tips of the fingers for his claws. He got up and went over to the mirror and gawked at himself, twisting right and left as he looked at the professional fine detailing of the fabric patterns. Miguel looked like he was wearing boot shaped socks.

He didn't know what to say as he looked at you in the reflection of the mirror. You had been staring at him, eyes looking right at his impressive looking legs, looking up to his nice tight ass, then up his back to his shoulders, and finally to his eyes. You blushed and bit your inner cheek as you smiled at him. He winked at you and then turned to thank the doctor.

Miguel explained who he was, where he was from, and when. Stephen quietly listened, while Peter kept interrupting him to make a joke or a remark about something, like if he really fell into a dumpster, or if you had pushed him. It took about an hour to explain himself in what only took ten minutes to you privately. Stephen decided Miguel wasn't a threat, and offered to let him stay, but Miguel was very adamant about having a hotel room and that he didn't wish to be a burden.

Stephen wasn't having any of it. He refused Miguel's excuses and he showed him to a room, claiming he owed his son at least one day and night of his time for the inconvenience of temporarily breaking his arm. Miguel relented and followed Stephen to the room, and you didn't hear from him all night.

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Dreams of the Kingdom - Chapter 9: Moonshot

Edited 7/9/2024 - Updated chapter navigation links

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On the road to Gerudo, you come across the strangest band of soldiers, claiming to be on a special mission... to the moon.

AO3 Wattpad or below the break!

(Unfortunately, internet trouble delayed my corrections to earlier chapter posts, so I will get to them as soon as I have a more stable connection.)

“AAAHHHH!!!” You screamed. You bolted upright in your tent in a cold sweat.

“What’s wrong?” Link said, bursting into the tent. He ran over mid-bath, hair soaked and towel around his waist. “Was it the dream again?”

You gulped down air, trying to get your heart to slow down. “No. It was a dream, but not that one.” Link gave you an inquisitive look. “It was awful! I lived in this crappy shack in the middle of nowhere. One day I end up finding this magic pool, but then this creeper called Mr. Rupee appeared and took all my money! Then he turned me into a Tingle – whatever the hell THAT is – and made me work for him!”

Link blinked slowly. “Okay, no more crepes before bed.”

“I had one, you had five.”

“It’s called bulking,” Link said, puffing up his bare chest. “You don’t expect me to take on the Demon King without plenty of energy, right?” You had to admit, he was looking bigger in all the right spots.

“Go finish your bath, show-off,” you said, throwing a blanket at him. “I’ll be fine.”

He, of course, caught the blanket without a problem. “Seriously [Y/n], you need to take it easy. You haven’t slowed down since… well, since you woke up a century in the future. These dreams might be a way for your body to want you to rest.”

“Sidon said the same thing, but I can’t. Even if the dreams are meaningless – which we know they aren’t if I was dreaming about the Demon King!” You snorted. “I can’t rest, not until we know all of our people are safe.”

Link took your hand. “We won’t stop, just slow down a little bit. Running ourselves into the ground isn’t going to help anyone. And maybe we could spend some time just to ourselves?”

“Easier said than done,” you groaned.

“Hey, we promised we’d be there for each other, no matter where our adventures take us. You lean on me, and I lean on you.”

“You’re right.” You couldn’t help the little smile. “Actually, Link… I’ve been thinking about these dreams. One of them was about a monster at a palace in the sky, and then I got that weird rock on the Stormwind Ark from Colgera. Then, I had this dream of transporting this strange ore that couldn’t be out in daylight without melting, and then we found another rock in the Central Mine in the Depths. I think these dreams are leading us places, but I don’t know why. Doesn’t help that the other weird rock I found with the Yiga in the Depths still makes no sense either.”

Link thought for a moment, sitting next to you on the bedroll. “Do you think that, uh, ‘Mr. Rupee’ is a sign?”

“No, pretty sure that one is just me having a random nightmare.” You explained each of the other dreams to Link in as much detail as you could recall, all the while combing his hair and braiding it back through his favorite hair band. “Some of them seem pretty clear, like the one with the Gorons probably has something to do with Death Mountain, and the one with the Arbiter’s Grounds probably means we should stop by on our trip to Gerudo Town. But the others? I’m not so sure.”

Link nodded. “That first one could be the Deku Tree, but then again, maybe not. Then that one where you were a Zora… does that mean we have to go to the moon?”

“Hope not,” You thought some more. “It’s also weird, that it showed me different versions of you – or maybe heroes of the past? The other people I watch from though… they feel wrong. It’s not me, like I’m just watching through their eyes.”

“Sounds like someone wants to get you a message. Not sure what a bunch of rocks means but must be something important.”

“That’s not all.” You took a deep breath. “Ganondorf… spoke to me. He said that I was a puppet and that he wasn’t the only one pulling the strings. Do you think…”

“I think,” Link said, “Ganondorf is trying to get you to second guess everything. But I doubt he’d want to send you on a random goose chase.”

You groaned and fell back on the bedroll. Link took the opportunity to lie next to you. “Hey, how about you just stay with me for a bit.”

You wriggled as he wrapped his arms around you. “You’re soaking wet.”

“Don’t care,” he snickered. “You’re trapped, your majesty. No escaping from me now.”

“Nooo…” you weakly protested as Link pulled you in tight, trapped against him. “Couldn’t you at least dry off? It’s cold!”

“Too bad. Come on, let your knight take care of you.” Link captured your lips in a deep kiss. His hands traveled down your back as he gently laid you down on the bedroll, trapped under him. “I think you’ve got to many clothes on, my love.”

“Link…”

“Just let go and relax for a bit. No one’s gonna be upset we stayed in bed a little longer this morning.”

Just as things were starting to warm up, you were interrupted by voices outside. “One! Two, three, four-and-one! Two, three, four-and-one!”

“Link,” you said, tapping his shoulder. The swordsman growled, burying his face into your neck instead. “Come on, my love.”

The squeaky voice outside sounded closer. “And company… halt! This is the perfect place for us to launch to the moon!”

Both of you froze. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Link grumbled. He tossed on some clothes.

You, meanwhile, poked your head out of the tent, coming face to face with a group of Koroks. The apparent leader held a makeshift flag made of a stick and some leaves while the others worked together to carry a Zonai fan. “Uh… Link? You might want to see this.”

The Korok leader spun around. “Ack! There’s not supposed to be anyone watching us! We’ll have to leave, this is important work – secret work!”

A still-disheveled Link poked his head out too and just stared, speechless. You fished for words. “Um, who are you, and why do you need our campsite?”

“Oh, well, um…” the Korok muttered embarrassed, before returning to his more bombastic tone. “My name is Captain Hollo, and I’m the commander of the Korok Space Program! These are my hard-working rocket builders.”

The four Koroks following him waved and simultaneously said “Hi!”

You looked to Link, who shrugged. “So… why do you want to go to moon exactly?”

“That is classified information! Now if you’ll excuse us, attention, company! March!”

The other Koroks responded with a hearty “Yes sir!”

The adorable battalion turned about-face, still holding the Zonai fan. “Perhaps, we could help?” Link offered, giving you a look that asked for help of his own.

“Halt!” Captain Hollo spun around and waddled up to the two of you. “You volunteer to help us?”

“Well, Sir Link is a high-ranking officer in the Grand Hylian Army, and I am the Prince…” you said. “So, perhaps you could see it as our duty to ensure the Korok Space Program is successful?”

“Really? Ya ha ha!” Hollo said, bouncing for joy. He then froze. “I mean… ahem. That would be greatly appreciated. The Korok Space Program thanks you!”

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The first step was to convince them to move somewhere reasonably safe and far from any people, so after clearing out some monsters (and two Yiga hideouts), you brought the Koroks and their gear up to the Great Plateau, just north of the Eastern Abbey. The wide flat area made the perfect launchpad.

The Koroks immediately set to building their first prototype – a log with several fans attached. That went about as well as expected.

“I’m surprised it got as far as it did,” you muttered, looking at the wooden missile now firmly lodged in one of the old buildings of Outpost Ruins.

“Didn’t really have a way to fly though,” Link added.

Captain Hollo wasn’t fazed. “That’s okay! We found plenty of other devices!” His team started bringing capsule after capsule of Zonai devices to the launch pad.

“How?!” Link asked.

“We found a funny statue that if you put stuff in, it gives us these!” He held up one, holding a steering stick. “Ooo, this one’s even a bit of a rare pull!”

“Oh no,” you murmured quietly, paling as you recognized some of the other capsules as beam emitters and time bombs.

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The next few hours were spent trying not to get flattened by failed machines.

Prototype two was at least more aerodynamic, as they discovered the Wing device. Unfortunately, they decided more wings meant better flight and tied about ten of them together. This one barely got off the ground, much to your relief.

Prototype three was more understandable: a single wing, a steering stick and a fan. However, the Koroks thought that to better get it in the air, they should use springs. Needless to say, about two seconds later, you were carrying the Koroks and sprinting to cover as the aircraft flung backwards towards you. The machine sprang over you, bounced off a stray Aerocuda, and off the edge of the plateau. You hoped what you heard after that was not the crunch of wood from it landing on top of the nearby stable.

The next rocket was rather… phallic. That said, Koroks didn’t exactly know what those were (unless you counted the one time with Link after the Trial of the Sword), so you were willing to give them a pass. This time they actually used rockets, but decided more firepower was better so they (unfortunately) slapped two time bombs on as well. The results were explosive. The poor Bokoblin that got too close was launched all the way to Lake Hylia. As for the rest of the rocket, most of it was destroyed, with only the tip flying high into the sky and far across Hyrule – narrowly missing Farosh on its daily flight.

Test rocket after test rocket, prototype after prototype. It was late evening by the time that the Koroks finally seemed to run out of steam. Several of them had fallen asleep in your lap as the latest prototype exploded on the makeshift launchpad. Captain Hollo began to cry. “Why… why can’t we get it to work?”

“Hey, hey, that’s okay,” you said, patting the little spirit on the back. “Just gotta keep trying, right?”

“But we’re running out of ti-i-ime!” Captain Hollo had moved on to all-out sobbing. You gave him a handkerchief and held him gently. “The Deku Tree needs us!”

Link immediately zeroed in on that. “Hey, what do you mean? Is the Deku Tree in trouble?”

The Korok blew his nose – which to be honest, you weren’t sure how that worked biologically speaking. “He… he’s very sick. Our stories always said that a Moon’s Tear could heal anything, so we need to get the Moon’s Tear to save him!”

You didn’t have the heart to tell him that the last Moon Tear anyone had seen in centuries was probably the one in your dream. “What kind of sickness?”

“It’s like he can’t breathe. He has trouble talking, and there’s this nasty fog he coughs up. The other Koroks don’t move anymore. The forest is frozen…”

“That sounds like gloom sickness,” Link said. “There’s probably an easier cure than a Moon Tear. Gonna need a lot of Sundelions.”

“We’ll help you, but first we should go see the Deku Tree ourselves,” you said.

“But you can’t!” Captain Hollo sniffled. “The Deku Tree created a magic barrier so no one can get into the woods. Even if you could fly, the barrier wouldn’t let you in from the sky.”

“So, if not from the sky or the surface, what about underground?” Link mused.

Captain Hollo was confused. “You’re going to dig?”

“Not quite,” you said. “Are there any really big holes in the Korok Woods?”

“Nuh-uh,” the other Koroks said, though one added, “Just the Deku Tree’s tummy.”

You winced. “That does make things a bit tougher.”

“We’ve got a way around it,” Link said. “Or, I guess I do.”

“Without using Ascend myself, I won’t be able to follow you to the Korok Woods.” You frowned. “I guess that leaves us with no choice.”

You could see Link’s jaw clench. “I don’t like leaving you when it’s so dangerous…”

“I can take care of myself, promise.” Link nodded, but he wasn’t pleased. You wanted to ask more, but not with the Koroks there. You took his hands in yours. “Link, I’m not going to go anywhere too dangerous, and even I’m not crazy enough to try going into Gerudo Desert without backup. I’ll go and check on the others and Zelda’s house. Meet you in Hateno, okay?”

Link turned your words over in his head. There seemed to be a lot he wanted to say, but given present company, he didn’t seem ready to talk about it. “Okay, just please be safe.”

“You have my word as a royal. You’ll get no crazy stunts from me.”

“Yeah, you better not,” he said with a slight laugh. He then turned to the Koroks. “It’s too dangerous for you to follow [Y/n] or me. What will you do?”

The Koroks huddled for a moment. Captain Hollo then turned and cleared his throat. “We’d like to keep play- I mean researching these machines!” He said, with a hearty nod from his squad. “We’re going to keep researching over by the big town on the lake with all the pretty trees.”

“Big town on the lake… oh, you mean Tarrey Town? Just be careful, okay?” The last thing you wanted was a stray rocket hitting one of the houses.

You took out your Purah Pad, when you felt a tug at your pant leg. “Wait, Mr. Prince sir!” Captain Hollo said. “This is for you. This is what gave us the idea to search for the Moon Tear. It fell out of the sky! Isn’t it pretty? Since we won’t need it for the Deku Tree, we want you to have it!”

He handed you another of the strange bronze rocks. This time however, the pull of energy was much stronger. Then, your pack started to vibrate. You pulled out the other two similar rocks, which glowed ever so slightly at being near the other. You then felt a tingle of energy shoot up your arm. That’s when it all made sense. “Link, do you know what this is?”

“Another rock?”

You could hardly contain your excitement. “They’re pieces of the Triforce! Look!” You held out your hand, showing how your mark began to glow in response to the pieces. “The Palace of Winds, the Central Mine, and now the ‘Moon Tear’? My dreams have to be leading us to them! This has to be the way we’ll beat Ganondorf, once and for all!”

Link brightened, seeing how the pieces pulsed. “This is amazing! But, why are you dreaming about the Triforce?”

“No idea, but at this point, it’s a blessing. If we can reassemble the Triforce, we could get rid of Ganondorf, bring back Zelda, and rebuild Hyrule!”

“One thing at a time,” Link said. He then frowned. “Promise me you’re not going to go off looking on your own.”

You paused and dropped your voice to a whisper. “Link, where is this coming from? You’ve never been this… protective. I’m a warrior like you, I’m not made of glass.”

“I’m sorry, I know, I know!” He sighed. “I’m just… with everything going on, I don’t want anything happening to you.”

“I’ll be okay, but I need you to trust me Link. I can handle myself, just like I have before and just like I trust you to fight when you need to.”

Link softened, pulling you into a hug. “I trust you. I know you could kick any monster’s ass – you could probably slay a Lynel with a toothpick. I’ve just been really in my own head lately.”

“I promise, it’s just going to be straight to Kakariko, and then onward to Hateno. No Triforce pieces without you, and definitely no more Phantom Ganons if I can help it.” You gave him a kiss. “You be safe too, alright?”

“Of course. I love you, my Prince.”

“And I love you, my knight. I’ll see you soon.” With that, you tapped the Sheikah Slate and teleported away.

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You landed at Dueling Peaks Stables, not far from Kakariko Village. It was getting dark, but you figured you could still make the hike before the moon was too high in the sky. Thankfully you weren’t alone; the shining form of the Light Dragon passed above you.

Seeing the Light Dragon again made your stomach twist, though you still couldn’t place why. This time, however, was accompanied by a sharp pain in your head, stronger than before. You stopped for a moment and looked around to see if anything had changed. Thankfully, the mountain path was the same as it ever was. “Ugh… maybe I’ll need to rest a bit longer than I planned.” You continued the climb up the hill, rubbing the side of your head. Kakariko was only a short walk away, and a rest at the inn and some of Trissa’s home cooking sounded perfect.

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You stood atop a cliff overlooking the familiar sight of Gerudo Desert. The harsh winds carried the searing sand during the day, and a freezing chill at night, but now it was sunset, the rare moment the winds carried peace and comfort instead of the promise of death to the unprepared. The cool air was especially nice for you too as you wore only light clothing. It was clearly Gerudo clothing but not like any you had seen before. It was more ornamental, dyed in a rich wine red and jade green, and you wore various golden jewelry, most notably an ornate gold choker and topaz earrings. You took a deep breath, enjoying how the wind seemed to embrace you.

Again, you felt like a passenger in this dream, but unlike the previous dreams where it felt like you were in someone else’s skin, this felt oddly right. Even the memories of this life melding in your head felt comfortable and not unnatural like before.

Were you finally dreaming of a past you? If there were other Links and Zeldas and Ganondorf, was it crazy to think there may have been another you as well?

On your wrist was one thing that didn’t fit with the rest of your ensemble: a simple bracelet with a leather strap and wooden beads. Taking a look around to make sure you were alone, you untied the bracelet and turned the beads, revealing carefully carved holes. You blew into it, playing a song that echoed around the cliffs.

A cry answered back as a hawk dove and landed on your arm. It preened and clicked its beak. “Yes, I know, you’ll have your treat,” you laughed. You fed it a chunk of meat. While it happily tore into the treat, you untied the note on its leg. To the untrained eye, it was blank. You held it up to the sun and the words came through. The characters were familiar to you – Zonai writing. While you were not versed in the language like Zelda, your dream self understood it perfectly. It read as follows:

My friend,

The great serpent cries,

They miss their child of storms,

But they know your goal.

All wish for your safe return,

Have courage my friend.

There was no signature, just a crude drawing of a triangle.

You had already prepared a response.

Dear friend,

I have arrived safe,

The sands have untold beauty.

You need not worry,

For I shall be protected

As his great treasure.

Your note was signed with the symbol of an eye. You tied it securely to the hawk’s leg, making sure not to tie it too tight. “Please take this back,” you said, stroking the fine feathers of your avian friend. Giving him a gentle upward toss, he took flight and soared on the desert updrafts, circling higher and higher before veering eastward.

You sighed, somewhat wishing to be elsewhere, but you looked out at the desert again, admiring the view of the sun setting over the sands. Gerudo Town stood out among it, much larger than in the current day. A beautiful pyramid stood above the sands not far beyond it, a sort of holy palace.

You slipped the note into a small pocket on the sash across your chest. For a while you absently played with the jewelry on your neck. The gold choker was intricately carved and clearly priceless, but it felt a little uncomfortable.

You then sensed someone approaching behind you – someone quite large by the footsteps. You adjusted your clothes and made sure you looked presentable.

“Ah, is this where my little blossom has been hiding?”

The dream you may have smiled, but the real you felt your heart drop. The voice was too familiar; after all, you had heard it for weeks. The dream you turned towards the voice, looking up into the face of the Gerudo King – or as he was known in your time, Ganondorf the Demon King.

“Your majesty,” you said with a sweeping bow.

“You just like to tease me, don’t you?”

“Someone has to be brave enough to.”

The massive man laughed, and you were surprised how genuine it seemed on his face. Part of you had to admit, when he wasn’t being absolutely terrifying, he was rather attractive. He easily picked you up in a bridal carry. “Come now, let’s go home. It will be cold soon.” He held you close to his chest; you could feel his heartbeat quicken.

“Lord Ganondorf, won’t people ask questions if you’re carrying a servant like this? You’ve already adorned me with more jewelry than even your closest allies – people may start to ask questions.”

“A king does not concern himself with the opinions of those who do not matter. And those who do, wouldn’t dare to even question it. You’ll learn soon enough, my little blossom, the only thing that matters in this world is power – and you have the most powerful man in the world as your king. Follow me, and you will want for nothing.”

Internally you felt sick. You weren’t sure what this dream meant, but you could even feel a strange twist in your dream self’s stomach.

#tears of the kingdom #legend of zelda #x male reader #link x male reader #my stuff

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A night to remember - Laufey and Beabadoobee PT2

Part 1✧.*

inspo:@taesancore

Pairing: woonhak x reader

Warnings: none,fluff, kyungmin - TWS (as your bff), Eunchae - LESSERAFIM (your other bff), Sunghoon - ENHYPEN (teacher), true beauty mentioned (i was listening to starlight while writing that part HAHAH)

Wc: 1,8k

a/n: HERE'S PT2 HAHA I'M SORRY THAT ITS SHORT AND RUSHED..I PROMISE TO WRITE PT3 BETTER AND LONGER <333.

“Swore I'd seen you before

Watched you walk through the door

Something in your eye

Reminded me of somebody I used to know”

“I just don't love you anymore.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“If you miss him then why wont you tell him?” he asked me. “I can't. He likes someone else now.” “Oh..”

“Did you hear that woonhak likes that new girl from section 3?”“Really?? Didnt y/n and woonhak date tho?”

“Yeah but woonhak didnt love her”

“He found her annoying”

“Wanna dance?We seem to be in the same situation” he asked me while reaching his hand towards me. “Sure” I said while giving him a small smile.

“Then i walked away

You asked me to stay

Well,you're thinkin’ of what could've been

But you've become someone i've seen before”

I didn't expect to dance with some random guy in school who I just met 5 minutes ago. I even told him about woonhak, but i didn't even think about woonhak while dancing with him. I just felt..happy. The way he smiles when we make eye contact, The way he holds me while dancing. “Hey! Wanna go to the balcony? It's kinda loud here!” he asks me while mildly shouting. “Sure!”. Next thing I know I'm running and laughing. I didn't even notice that we were holding hands.

“Wow..” the view was so beautiful. The way the stars shined,how bright the moon was,how the wind blew his perfectly.. What. “isn't it wonderful!” woonhak said while feeling the cold breeze. “Yeah..” What did I just feel? I can't fall for this random stranger. Or is he really a stranger..

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Yeah..” she said while looking at the sky. The way her eyes brightened up as if her eyes were the universe itself. She reminded me of her. The girl of my dreams,the love of my life,my first love, my Y/n. “Hey stop staring” she says with a small giggle after. I could listen to that giggle all day.

Back to y/ns pov

We were there for like an hour just sitting on the floor talking about our lives. “I'm on the basketball team by the way, and like do you wanna watch our competition next week?..” ‘Its okay if you don't want to! I'm just telling you now and like you can text me if you're gonna go” he said while scratching the back of his neck with an awkward smile. “Sure! I can go, I don't have anything in my schedule next week "I said while giving him a sweet smile. I never felt so confident when I saw his ears turn into a light shade of pink while avoiding eye contact. “Oh, uhm, yeah uhm… do you wanna go back?” The way he sounded nervous made me want to just scream into a pillow.

When we stood up I got a call from kyungmin. “Hello?” I answered with a whispering voice. “Y/N WHERE ARE YOU?? DID U GO HOME?” I can hear his panic through the phone. “I'll go back there, I'm just outside,wait for me.” I said while ending the call right after. “I'm guessing you have to go?” he asked me with a pout. “Yeah..my friend is finding me already” I said with the most awkward laugh right after. Someone push me off a roof please. The awkward silence was a sign for me to say goodbye and run back to Kyungmin before he calls the police. “Well uhm..See you next week i guess?.” I said while fixing my bag. I don't know what I ate that day cus i went up to him and kissed him on the cheeks. I ran downstairs right after not knowing what I just did and what his reaction was. Someone please push me off the roof right now.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Well uhm..See you next week i guess? That was all I can remember before she kissed me on the cheeks. I felt my face heating up,I couldn't process anything,I felt my stomach just explode. She kissed me on the cheeks. But no.. i cant..I love Y/n no matter what.But A part of me wished that it was y/n behind that mask..

Back to y/ns pov

“Where were you omg.. I was about to call the president to send a swat team to find you.” Kyungmin said while driving me back home. “That's too much kyungmin,” I said while laughing.”BUT FOR REAL.. WHERE WERE YOU” “i was at the balcony." I said while looking out the window. I wish I could find out who was behind that mask. “You were at the balcony all alone the entire night??” he said while giving me a confused look

“Not really..”

“WHAT YOU WERE WITH SOMEONE..WAS IT A GUY? DID YOU GUYS KISS? DID HE KIDNAP YOU? Y/N L/N TELL ME ALL THE INFOOOO :((((“

“Chill kyungmin..Also we're already here, go home kyungmin.” I said while getting out of the car. “Thanks for bringing me to prom kyungmin” i ran inside the house while kyungmin drove away.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Next day..

“AGHH! I HATE MYSELF WHY DID I DO THAT??” I screamed into my pillow. “Why did i kiss him” i dont wanna go to school anymore. “Y/N! KYUNGMIN IS HERE "I hear my mom scream. Omg..it's already 7:50. I rushed down the stairs “KYUNGMIN,WAIT GIVE ME LIKE 5 MINUTES” I shouted to kyungmin from the front door. I can see his annoyed face. I changed into my uniform and did my hair. I ran downstairs,giving a small kiss on the cheek to my mom “BYE MOM,LOVE YOUU”

“You're late,again.” I heard Mr.Sunghoon tell me once I arrived at class. “Sorry sir!” I went to my seat trying to catch my breath after running up like 4 floors. “Did something happen to you during prom?” I hear Eunchae ask me with a smirk on her face. “No..” liar. “How about you?” I asked her while fixing my stuff. “Hmm, I guess you could say that I danced with my date”. “OH! Then we saw this couple on the balcony.. I wonder who it could be”. “Maybe it's Woonhak and that girl from section thre-''.``Ms. Eunchae, please stop talking to Ms.Y/n during my class. I'm sure that could wait till break.” For the first time Mr.Sunghoon did something right thank goodness.

“Did you hear that woonhak was seen going down the stairs from the balcony during prom?”

“Omg..i heard that a girl went down before him..what if it's that girl from section three?”

“I wish I was her instead..”

“As if..”

Woonhak? Going down the stairs from the balcony? No way..maybe he just looks like him.

“How did you know it was woonhak?”

“Some girls saw him take off his mask outside..”

“They said that he was red..like he was blushing or something”

What if it was woon-.”Y/NNNNN!” i hear kyungmin and eunchae scream while sitting down next to me. “U told me that u were with someone on the balcony” kyungmin says with a smirk on his face. “WHAT?? Y/N WHY DIDNT U TELL ME U WERE WITH SOMEONEE” “You said nothing happen during prom..” i can hear whispers around me after kyungmin mentioned that i was on the balcony during prom.

“Did you hear that? y/n was on the balcony..”

“She could be just lying..no way woonhak would go back with her..”

“That new girl is way better”

“I heard that the new girl likes woonhak too”

I felt my heart shatter. Yup..no way it was woonhak who I was with on the balcony. Maybe it was all a dream. I wish it was.

The next few days,rumors kept on happening like if i was the girl who woonhak was with,if woonhak and i were back together,that new girl and woonhak are together and more..everytime i walk through the hallways i feel people looking at me and i hear annoyingly loud whispers.

“Is it true that she was with woonhak?”

“No way woonhak would date her..”

“Maybe woonhak was dared to date her”

“How dare she even try to lie that she was with woonhak that night”

One day I was in class with kyungmin and eunchae. We were just arguing on who joo-kyung should have ended up with. “In my opinion she should've dated seojun '' I hear eunchae say while looking at me, giving me a sign to agree with her. “In my opinion seojun should date me instead” i say “YOU GUYS ARE CRAZY! DID WE WATCH THE SAME SHOW? I'm team suho till i die." Kyungmin says. While kyungmin defended his opinion about the couple, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up and saw a tall guy with black hair and blonde pieces at the back of his hair. It's Han Taesan. Another heartthrob,he's a senior so I only see him in the hallways or assemblies, I only had one interaction with him and it was during the time when me and woonhak were still a thing.

“Hey y/n, woonhak told me to call you. He needs to talk to you.”

Woonhak? He needs to talk to me? This could go in different ways. He either kills me for “lying” or he would say that he misses me. Or he could tell me to transfer to a different school because he's too disgusted to even see my face in school.

“Oh.. okay”

“Meet him by the garden”

Taesan walk away and i excuse myself from Kyungmin and eunchaes argument. I think they were too busy to even hear me.

When I arrived at the garden, I saw him. Standing with his hands in his pockets, looking around. He was quiet until he turned around to see if I was there.

“Hey y/n”

“Hi..woonhak”

I felt the palm of my hand sweating, I wish I didn't go anymore.

“Taesan told me that u wanted to talk to me”

He sighed and pushed his hair back, He looked at me with..anger?disgust? Happiness? At this point I'm too scared to even know. I was prepared to get my heart shattered again..till he finally spoke.

“I miss you.”

#boynextdoor x reader #bnd x reader #woonhak x reader #bnd fluff #boynextdoor fluff #boynextdoor imagines #bnd woonhak #woonhak #kim woonhak #bnd imagines #bnd #boynextdoor #bonedo

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