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cookiescraze · 3 years ago

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Marital Love - Chapter 7

Word Count: 2K+

Warnings: None

Tags: Fluff, SFW, Cold!Jungkook, Arranged Marriage AU, Jungkook-centric, CEO!Jungkook, Workplace AU

Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4, Ch5, Ch6, Ch7, Ch8, Ch9 (Completed)

Jungkook groaned as the cold air hit his skin like cold knives, disturbing his peaceful sleep. Snuggling closer to the sleeping body next to him, he relaxed at the warmth embrace him as he rested his head on her chest, his arms tightening their hold around her waist. He sighed in her hold, feeling utmost comfort as she wrapped a protective arm around his head, making him nuzzle into her enfold. He puckered his lips lazily as he placed a nonchalant peck on her skin, merely enjoying her presence as he slowly drifted back into sleep, a peaceful smile present on his face.

However, as someone cleared their throat, Jungkook whined at the disruption, wanting to sleep a little bit longer. Choosing to ignore the interference, he settled into Y/n's embrace, wanting to drown in comfort for longer.

Unfortunately, the individual had different plans as he cleared his throat once more, louder and more sternly than last time, annoyance evident in the tone. Y/n grumbled as she started to wake up, moving from her previous position, making Jungkook tighten his hold around her, begging for her to stay for a little more time.

After the individual tried for the third time, Jungkook groaned as he reluctantly moved away from Y/n, annoyance tangible on his face at the unwanted visitor. With his furrowed eyebrows and a frown, he squinted an eye open, trying to see who was disturbing them through the blinding lights of the early morning. He scowled as a blurry silhouette of an individual appeared in front of him, clearly making their presence unwanted.

Nevertheless, as the sleep wore off and his sight became clearer, his eyes widened in horror before frantically sitting up, an embarrassed look on his face.

"Mr. H-Hwang! What are you doing here?" He stuttered as he tried to shake off the sleep, trying to make a good impression.

His father-in-law merely looked at him with crossed arms and a displeased expression present on his face as he took in the scene in front of him frowning with annoyance as the half-naked boy subtly tried to cover himself with the blanket.

Sure, Mr. Hwang was the one who chose Jungkook for his daughter, but that never meant he stopped treating Y/n like the 5-year-old who loved to sing Barbie Girl by Aqua. His gaze hardened with a protective glare making Jungkook squirm in his place.

"Merry Christmas to you too." He replied sarcastically as Jungkook smiled awkwardly, rubbing the nape of his neck shyly, before muttering a sheepish greeting back.

Y/n groaned at the disturbance, sleep slowly diminishing, making her flutter her eyes open slowly, as she adjusted to the bright light surrounding her.

"Oh, Appa! Why are you guys late?" She questioned as she slowly got up into a sitting position next to Jungkook, looking up at her father with a sleep-induced expression laced with confusion and curiosity.

"The snow blocked the road, honey." He broke his glare that was directed towards Jungkook to softly smile at his daughter. "We came yesterday night, but the two of you were already sleeping."

"Oh no! You should've woken us up. Merry Christmas, by the way!" Y/n smiled cheerfully at her dad as she stretched her back before leaning against Jungkook's chest, finding comfort in his warmth.

"Merry Christmas." Mr. Hwang replied with a gentle smile before giving a stinky eye towards Jungkook at their close proximity, making Jungkook gulp nervously. "Anyways, you guys should get ready. We'll be opening the presents." He mentioned before leaving the room, allowing Jungkook to release a breath that he didn't know he was holding.

"Your father scares me," Jungkook muttered under his breath as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders before pulling her closer, snuggling closer to her.

Y/n giggled at his words, unable to find the truth in his words, before escaping out of his hold to get ready for the day, making Jungkook pout.

***

"Morning Mrs. Hwang," He politely greeted his mother-in-law with a professional smile on his face. "I hope the journey wasn't too difficult."

"Nonsense! Don't be so formal with me." She dismissed his worries with a joyous glint to her eyes. "I'm just glad we made it in time to celebrate Christmas."

As she picked up the stack of ceramic plates, Jungkook quickly et respectfully intercepted.

"Oh, let me do that for you." He swiftly carried the plates from her hands, making his mother-in-law smile at how gentleman-like he was.

As Jungkook returned the plates back to the kitchen, Mr. Hwang walked up to his wife with a suspicious look on his face, staring at the disappearing figure of Jungkook.

"I don't like him one bit." He stated, disgust laced in his voice, making Mrs. Hwang scoff at her husband's behaviour.

"You're just jealous he's much more of a gentleman than you'll ever be." She turned towards Mr, Hwang with a playfully annoyed expression before she continued. "Don't be so protective over Y/n, she'll be fine. Plus, I think he treats her like a princess." Mrs. Hwang laid a comforting hand on his shoulder with all seriousness as she relayed the message.

"Y/n is in safe hands."

***

"Can you open my present last?" He mentioned as Y/n reached out for the large beautifully wrapped box that had her name written on it.

Everyone was sitting around the tree, with torn wrapping paper surrounding them as the majority of the presents were already opened. Smiles were prominent on everyone's faces at the festive event as they sat in front of the warmth of the fireplace, wrapped in their thickest clothes, celebrating around the magnificently decorated Christmas tree.

"Okay?" Y/n replied in confusion before reaching out for another present, not questioning Jungkook any further.

With only two more presents left, Y/n reached for the small present wrapped in the signature baby blue paper that her dad had used every Christmas like tradition.

"Oh my!" Y/n gasped out loud with excitement twinkling in her eyes as she recognised the familiar front cover of the latest book that was released a couple of days earlier. "How did you even get this?! This was sold out!"

"Your father knows how much you wanted this, so I had to get it for you." Mr. Hwang gently stated, smiling at Y/n's reaction.

"He means he tortured his poor secretary until he got the book." His wife revealed playfully, causing an eruption of laughter amongst the others as Mr. Hwang sheepishly admitted.

"Anyways, thank you appa." Y/n honestly expressed her grateful feelings before reaching out for Jungkook's gift. "I don't know why you were so secretive about this gift. You didn't even bring in the present until a few minutes." Y/n muttered under her breath with faux annoyance as she tried to hide her curiosity.

"Just be careful," Jungkook warned, nervousness palpable in his tone.

As Y/n quickly yet carefully unwrapped the present, she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion at the sight of the box poked many times to create small holes. Hesitantly, she lifted the box slightly before peaking at the content of the box before gasping dramatically, a hand covering her mouth causing the lid to drop back as she stared at the box.

"You didn't…" She muttered, joyous tears already pooling at what she saw. She looked back at Jungkook, almost asking him if everything was real, making him nod with an anxious smile on his face.

Y/n, with trembling hands, slowly lifted the lid completely as her eyes rested on a small white angora kitten sniffing around the box, curious of its surroundings. Gasps of surprise and awe were heard as the rest of the audience realised what Jungkook's present was.

Y/n carefully picked up the tiny creature like it was the most fragile thing in the world before keeping the kitten on her sweater, watching in amazement as she saw the kitten immediately snuggle up to her, craving the softness of the woolen material.

"Is this for real?" Y/n questioned with a wavering voice as her eyes followed the wandering kitten jump from her lap onto the smooth carpet.

"Yeah, I heard you talking to your friends about wanting a cat and I've always seen you feed the stray cat. So, I figured I should get one for you." He explained warily, unsure about Y/n's reaction. "If you don't like her, we can always return-" He abruptly stopped when a lone tear escaped and trickled down her cheek.

"No, No, don't cry!" He pleaded, kneeling up to get closer to her before wiping off her tears hastily. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to- oof"

He let out a grunt as Y/n hugged him with such momentum that Jungkook fell back onto the carpeted floor with a soft thud as his arms automatically wrapped around her waist, ensuring her safety.

"Thank you so much!" Y/n whispered between choked sobs filled with happiness. "I love it a lot." She snuggled against Jungkook, as he sighed in relief.

"Shh…" He softly rubbed her back as he softly got up with Y/n still attached to him. "Don't cry…" He gently pulled away to wipe away her tears carefully.

Y/n looked up at Jungkook with a loving yet grateful smile before hugging him once more which he gladly accepted, snuggling in the crook of her neck, forgetting about everyone else in the room.

"Jungkook… You should probably let her go before her dad kills you." Jangmi spoke up, ruining the moment, making Jungkook separate like he touched something burning hot, causing everyone to laugh teasingly at his frightened demeanour.

Y/n giggled as she rested her forehead on his chest before looking up.

"Thank you." She softly muttered while chatter filled the house making Jungkook down at her with a kind smile.

He merely leaned down to press his lips against the crown of her head, eyes fluttering close, enjoying her mere presence.

Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4, Ch5, Ch6, Ch7, Ch8, Ch9 (Completed)

#jungkook ff #jeon jungkook #bts ff #bangtan boys #bts #fanfic #fanfiction #jungkook #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut #jungkook x everyone #jungkook x you #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x reader #jungkook x oc

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tokiro07 · 3 years ago

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So...thoughts on Undead Unluck 94

Until further notice, I’m going to be referring to this new character as Yaeba cus of his weird teeth that look like a dental fashion trend in Japan from like a decade ago. That “double-tooth” look is ostensibly a symbol of youthfulness, which may be meant to imply that this guy is still young despite being extremely old like Andy, but I think it’s also meant to give him a vampire-like appearance, which I’ll go into later

Anyway, so Yaeba pops up from Fuuko’s shadow, makes what appears to be a shadow blade from his hand to stab her, talks about being able to overcome the loop, then just lets Andy slice him in half and doesn’t seem to be worried about it in the slightest

First things first, I think it’s safe to say this is the guy responsible for Victor becoming Andy. Don’t know what motivated Victor to seal himself away or if it was forced on him by Yaeba or a third party, but this dude was there and gave him the scar over his eye (as suggested by his matching scar that he likely received in the same moment because it would be narratively dramatic)

With that out of the way: what’s his ability?

At first glance, it looks like he has the ability to become and manipulate shadow. Travelling through shadows, creating shadow constructs, and presumably being able to survive bisection by turning into a shadow. This could easily be the result of an Artifact and not a Negator ability, but I’m not sure yet if Tozuka plans to hide Yaeba’s power completely or is giving us an early sample of it or what. If it is an Artifact, I’m placing my bets on it either being called Black Hole Sun, What We Do in the Shadows, or Dark Souls. But I digress

If this is a Negator ability, what could it be negating? Well, darkness is the absence or negation of light, so obviously Yaeba negates light. This is even backed up by the tattoo of a sun on his chest, which based on how it’s portrayed is meant to be black (we won’t know for sure until we get a color page, but black feels right with his design). Would that be something like Unlit, Unlight or Unlighted? Perhaps, but would Unlit really allow one to overcome the loop?

As it happens, there’s one more possibility that both covers the negation of light and the ability to survive the loop: Unholy. Both times that we’ve seen Ragnarok portrayed, we’ve seen what could be described as holy light shining down and destroying the world. In the first, when Fuuko gets the gun Artifact in ch. 29, we see God’s silhouette descending from the sky with a bright sun behind them melting buildings and setting people on fire. In the second, when Apocalypse shows Fuuko memories from a previous loop in ch. 34, we see Victor standing alone as that same sun melts the surrounding buildings. In both instances, it is the light that is portrayed as bringing about the end

So if God’s light is what ends and restarts the loop, what kind of ability would be needed to survive it? Obviously the inability to die would do it, but the negation of holy power specifically would definitely do it too. Unlit would still work fine for the same purpose, obviously, but that word just doesn’t quite feel cool enough while Unholy sounds dope as hell and can be justified as doing the same things

If he negates light, holy or otherwise, though, then why can he do all of those things? Shouldn’t he just be able to create darkness? Why would he be able to travel through shadow and avoid damage by becoming it?

Because Negators aren’t limited by such simplistic logic. Anno Un said it best in ch. 39: assuming that an ability works a certain way just creates more rules that bind the Negator. In ch. 45, Andy claims that a change in the perception of one’s rules can bring about continuous growth. Yaeba seems to have taken that concept to its extreme, recontextualizing his ability to the point that even if it didn’t originally allow him to survive the loop, it most certainly does now

Let’s say hypothetically that Unholy’s ability is to “negate the light of God” specifically. Well...does that literally mean the LIGHT of God? Or does it mean all things that have come forth from God’s light? God’s light is shown to be destructive, but we also know that God then recreates the Earth after he destroys it. God is both the alpha and omega, after all, so are not all things created by, and in a sense made of God’s light?

If man is created in God’s image and made from God’s light, wouldn’t Unholy allow its user to negate that image? To turn the light of God within themselves into shadow? Losing one’s form like that would allow them to ignore any damage to their body, weaknesses put in place by the light of God. God’s image is no longer a factor, so the shape can be whatever one wishes it to be

I mentioned earlier that Yaeba seems to resemble a vampire with his canine teeth jutting out as fangs, and what mythological creature is more Unholy than a vampire? ...A demon, probably, but that’s besides the point. Vampires are typically portrayed as being susceptible to symbols of God and to light, so giving a vampiric character the ability to negate both would be extremely appropriate

Even the sun itself can be brought to heel by this ability: remember, ch. 94 takes place at 5:00 pm, December 24th. The chapter begins at sunset. In just about every panel, you can see that the sky is still sunlit

And then suddenly the moon and stars are out. Mere minutes have passed, but the transition was lightning fast. It’s super easy to miss, but the night sky is seen literally two panels before Yaeba starts to emerge from Fuuko’s shadow. Yaeba forced the sun to set faster. He has surpassed such simple concepts as “external and internal targeting.” Wherever God’s light is, within his body or the sun itself, it all means nothing to him, because he’s undoubtedly the strongest Negator we’ve seen yet

#undead unluck #fouryearsandananime #analysis #my theories

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fanmoose12 · 4 years ago

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Partners

Characters: Petra Ral, Levi, Hanji Zoe x Levi Genre: Action / Mystery / Romance Rating: T

Detective!au

Summary: when Petra was promoted to a detective and partnered up with legendary Levi Ackerman, she felt like the happiest person in the world.

But, as she soon found out, detective Ackerman she used to admire so much was actually a far cry from the ideal policeman Petra thought he was. He was rude, harsh and easily annoyed. And, in addition, he still hadn’t moved on from the death of his previous partner - detective Hange Zoe.

Chapter 7/?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Сhapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

It was a recurring dream of hers.

She was sitting behind the desk in a room she couldn’t recognize. There were three other desks there, a big shelf, filled with documents and a black, leather coach. On a desk in front of her, there was a computer, a dozen of folders, pens and used coffee cups scattered around, and on the edge stood a plate. For some reason, Hange was sure that her name was written on it. There was another plate, which was propped up on a desk that was set beside hers. Hange took it in her hands numerous times, trying to see what name was written there. The letters were always too blurry for her to understand.

Evidently, she was inside an office of some sort. The place seemed familiar, extremely so. Hange knew that there was a small crack in the window behind her desk, she knew that her chair creaked whenever she shifted her sitting position, she knew that the best tea was kept on a lower shelf.

And despite all the evidence that she knew this place, she couldn’t remember if she had ever been here. Or who she shared this office with.

In her hands she held a photo album and her fingers slowly traced one picture after another. Each page showed different groups of people – there were a lot of them, but there were only two men, who appeared at each photo. One was tall and blonde, the other one – short and dark-haired. Hange was hugging them in each picture, her face shining with happiness.

The men, however, had no faces.

Out of the dozen people who stood next to Hange on these photos, no one had a face. They were just silhouettes, blurry and hazy.

Same as Hange’s memory of them.

She knew they were important, knew that she loved them, dearly so, but she couldn’t remember them. She didn’t know who they were, she forgot their names and faces, couldn’t recall how their voices sounded like or how they took their coffee. Her mind was like a book that once was filled with memories. But now all the pages were torn out, leaving just the title and the beginnings of first chapter.

It pissed Hange off, it left her frustrated and confused. Who were these people? Were they colleagues? Friends? Family? If they were so close to her, where were they now? Why weren’t they still by her side? Had they left her? Why was she left behind?

These questions tormented Hange. Every time she woke up after that dream, she couldn’t help but ponder upon it, desperately searching for an answer. That’s why she hated this dream so much, it wasn’t as bad as the others ones - the ones about fire and child’s screams and— no, these were the worst, always making Hange wake up in the middle of the night with a hoarse scream on her lips. Dreams about her forgotten life weren’t much better, though. They made her feel so uneasy because—

Because she missed them. She didn’t know these people, had no clear memory of them, but still her heart ached to see them. There was a longing inside her so severe she felt like there was a huge hole in her chest. She had so many feelings, so much love to give—

But there was no one she could share that love with.

Usually, after a dream like that, Hange was reluctant to leave her bed. She could spend literal hours, chewing on her thumb and trying to regain what was lost. Sometimes she could almost see it, the beginning of a memory, a flash of something familiar, but it always ended there, never reaching anything conclusive. Didn’t stop her from trying, though.

This morning, however, was vastly different. This morning, the time for pondering was cut off abruptly, when someone had woken Hange up by roughly kicking the leg of her bed.

She woke up immediately. For a second she was confused, and then— then she got angry. She opened her eyes and put on her glasses, preparing the deadliest of glares for whoever had deigned to disturb her sleep.

Of course. It was stupid Floch. Hange threw a pillow at him, aiming right at his idiotic face. It hit him right in the center of his ugly forehead. If she wasn’t so pissed off, Hange would have laughed at his perplexed expression.

“The fuck are you doing here?” she asked furiously. “How many times do I have to tell you that you’re not allowed inside my apartment?”

Well, calling the place, where Hange lived, an apartment was quite possibly a huge exaggeration. Her home consisted of one room, a bathroom and a balcony so small she alone could hardly fit there. Zeke claimed that she started living there years before the accident that caused her amnesia had occurred. But, as with everything Zeke had told her, Hange found it hard to believe him – the apartment, when she returned from the hospital, was barren and lifeless. She couldn’t quite imagine living in such pristine place, especially considering the amount of clutter she had accumulated just after a week of living there.

But why would Zeke lie to her? She asked herself that exact question more times than she could count.

“Zeke wants to see you,” Floch told her, bringing Hange back to present.

“Cool,” she stood up and pushed past Floch, heading to the part of her apartment she proudly called the kitchen. In truth, it was just a tiny corner of her room, where a refrigerator and narrow countertop stood.

Yawning, she started the coffee machine and opened the small cabinet, searching for a clean mug. She needed to do the dishes, Hange noted to herself.

“Your place is like a junkyard, four-eyes. You’re living in a dumpster like a fucking raccoon.”

Hange softly chuckled. As with her strange dreams, it wasn’t the first time she had heard this voice. It often appeared inside her head, commenting on situations she had found herself in. Sometimes it gave her valid advice too. She didn’t know if this voice was a sign of her declining mental health, something that should definitely alarm her, or just a repressed memory of sorts. She tried not to think about it too hard. That voice brought her some comfort, and she was always happy to hear it. She couldn’t remember the name of its owner, of course, and since it was sarcastic and often quite rude, she nicknamed it simply ‘the grumpy one’.

“What are you laughing at?” Floch seethed, following after Hange. “And didn’t you hear me? Zeke wants to see you. What the fuck are you doing?”

��Making coffee,” Hange shrugged. “I’d offer a cup to you too, but, unfortunately, I have no poison to go with it. Don’t take it personally,” she smiled, baring her teeth.

“It’s urgent,” Floch pressed, glaring at her.

Poor thing, Hange thought, as she was filling her mug with steaming coffee, he was probably thinking that he looked fearsome. In truth, Floch reminded Hange of an angry cat, who could do nothing, but hiss.

“If that was actually urgent,” Hange murmured, taking the first sip from the mug. “He wouldn’t have sent you.”

For a moment, Floch was silent. Hange’s smile grew bigger, as she waited for him to catch on. He wasn’t the sharpest tool in shed after all.

“What are you implying?” he asked slowly. He clutched his hands into fists, his chest moved up and down, as he struggled to keep his breathing under control. Hange barely kept herself from laughing. It would have ruined the effect.

“I’m implying, my dear Floch,” she lifted a hand, reaching out to his cheek to pat it with a condescending smile. Floch recoiled from her in disgust. “That you’re not the man Zeke trusts the most. I don’t think he trusts you at all,” she added with an infuriating smirk.

Floch growled, taking a step closer to her.

Hange watched him with giddy trepidation. Was he going to punch her? God, she wanted him to punch her so badly. It’d give her an excuse to punch him back.

“Try to be more civil, Hange, I know that he’s a jerk, but you both are a part of one team.”

That was another one of her voices. This Hange named ‘the serious one’. It was always spoiling all of the fun, but she couldn’t deny it – nine times out of ten, that voice was right in denying Hange her amusement. It was the closest thing she had to an impulse control.

This time, she decided to listen to it too, even though she wanted to have fun so, so much.

“I need to go and take a shower,” she announced, putting her mug with unfinished coffee back on the counter. “And if you, Floch, do not wish to join, then get the fuck out of my apartment.”

“Ugh,” Floch cringed at her suggestion. “Not in a million years. But hurry up. You don’t want to anger Zeke, do you?” curving his lips into a smug grin of his own, he gestured to Hange’s face. “I’m sure you remember what happens when you misbehave.”

The house, engulfed in a bright fire, a child, begging for help, the black smoke and hot flames, the weight of a small body in her arms, the sharp edge of a knife that punished her for saving an innocent life, the pain in her left eye—

Hange shook her head, pushing these memories to the back of her mind. It was enough that they haunted her at nights, she wouldn’t let them torment her during daytime as well.

“Just go already,” Hange sighed, walking past him. “Tell Zeke I’ll come to see him soon.”

***

Hange’s ‘soon’ came almost an hour later. Whatever Zeke needed from her, it definitely wasn’t urgent. If it was, he’d sent anyone else, but Floch. On bad days, that guy couldn’t be trusted even with tying his own shoelaces.

She closed the door to her apartment and walked up the stairs to get to the third floor. The previous headquarters of their criminal organization was blown up - damaged weaponry was to blame, or so Zeke said. And ever since, they’ve been hiding in one of the abandoned buildings at the outskirts of a city. The first floor was designed to hold the higher ranked members of a gang, the second was for storage, and the third floor was what Zeke called his briefing room.

The whole floor was used for that exact purpose, in a center there was a long oak table and all around it were plastic, uncomfortable chairs. On the wall behind, Zeke put up the writing boards, although Hange had never seen someone actually use them. They probably were there to simply create an entourage and not serve as something truly useful. Even man as efficient and cruel as Zeke wasn’t immune to bursts of theatrics, it seemed.

When Hange entered the briefing room, there was no one but Zeke and Pieck inside. Hange grinned instantly, waving to Pieck with a clear glee, reflecting in her glasses.

Hange liked Pieck. A lot. Pieck was overly sarcastic and in all the time they knew each other, Hange honestly didn’t remember if they had at least one friendly exchange, but Pieck was funny. And trustworthy too. When Zeke had punished her for saving a child of his enemy, Pieck was the one, who helped her treat the wound.

However, if there was no one there, but Pieck, it meant that Floch was right. Zeke wanted to tell her something important. Something he wanted to keep a secret.

“And here you are!” he spread his arms in welcoming gesture. “We’ve been waiting for you for quite a while.”

“Then let’s get it over with quick,” Hange trudged up to one of the chairs and plopped down on it heavily.

“Your desire is my command,” Zeke put on a pleasant and obviously fake smile. Hange didn’t smile back.

“There is someone I need you to meet with,” Zeke began, lighting up a cigarette. Hange cringed in disgust, she hated cigarette smoke. And Zeke knew it.

“Who is it?”

“A past associate of mine. We’ve… drifted apart after the accident. I need you to go and see if we can rekindle our love.”

“And…” Hange tilted her head, observing Zeke carefully. “Why does it have to be me?”

Zeke shrugged. “You’re smart, Hange. And, unfortunately, the same can’t be said about all of my employees.”

“You’re the only one I can trust with this, Hange. I know you can do it.”

Hange had to blink a few times, because this time… it wasn’t just a voice. No, she could also see piercing blue eyes and strong jaw. She could see them as clearly as she saw Zeke and Pieck in front of her. Zeke’s eyes were blue too, but nothing like that vivid, bright color Hange had just seen. What was it? A memory? A vision? Was she truly losing her mind?

“…Oi, you weirdo, hey— goddamn it, Hange, do you hear us?”

She instantly snapped back to reality.

“Yes?” her lips curved into a lazy smile, as she turned to face Pieck. “Do you need something, dear Pieck?”

Pieck didn’t roll her eyes or even scoff. Instead, she continued to carefully survey Hange, chewing on her lip worriedly.

“What the fuck was that?” she asked after a moment, her eyes still following Hange’s every move. “It looked like you just blacked out or something. Were my concerns about your sanity actually correct?”

Good question, Hange mused internally.

Externally, she waved Pieck off, putting her arms behind her head and sitting back in a chair. She relaxed in her seat and willed all of her troubling thoughts away.

“Everything’s awesome, dear Pieck. So,” she looked back at Zeke. “Who do I have to meet?”

“His name is Djel Sannes,” Zeke answered, looking at Hange just as intently as Pieck did moments ago. “He’ll be waiting for you this evening in an underground parking lot of the local police department.”

“Police department?!” Hange frowned, taken aback. “Are you insane?”

“What?” Zeke smiled innocently at her. “Is there going to be a problem?”

“Duh,” Hange threw her hands in the air. “It’s a police department, Zeke!”

“Yeah,” he took a drag of his cigarette and then slowly released a white, fat ring of smoke. “And what of it?”

“Have you forgotten,” Hange gritted through teeth. “That we’re members of a fucking gang?”

“We’re a part of a criminal organization,” Zeke corrected, his face contorting in disgust. Of course, how Hange could forget. Calling themselves a gang was too unsophisticated for his snobby ass. “And don’t you worry,” Zeke sent her another smile. “That’s why you’re meeting in a parking lot. No one will know that you’ve even been there. Besides, you’re not going alone.”

Hange lightened up. “Pieck is coming with me?”

“No,” Zeke’s tapped his fingers on a table’s surface, and Hange had a sinking feeling that told her she would really hate his next words. “Floch is going to go with you.”

“Fuck, no,” Hange answered immediately. “I won’t go with that jerk, no fucking way.”

“Don’t be like that, Floch can be annoying, I know, but there is a lot he can learn from you.”

God, just the thought of spending time with that idiot made her skin crawl.

“He’ll be a good boy, I promise,” Zeke added sweetly.

Hange sighed, getting up to her feet. “If he so much as opens his mouth at inappropriate time, I’ll punch him so hard he forgets his name.”

“That’s a deal,” Zeke nodded. “And Hange?” he called when she was almost at the door. “Do you think you can handle going to the police department?”

Hange narrowed her eyes. “If no one will notice us, then what’s the problem?”

“You sure?” he asked again, giving her a weird look. Hange stared back, not sure what the fuck was going on. Was it some kind of a test? If so, then what was its purpose?

“Of course,” she mumbled and left the room.

She wasn’t in a mood for Zeke’s mind games today. She had Floch to deal with, and he already was annoying enough to cause her a headache.

***

“I want to make something clear,” Hange fixed Floch with a hard look. “In this car, the driver always chooses the music. Blink if you understand.”

Floch glared back, but as he saw that this wasn’t working on Hange, he sighed and nodded. “I understand.”

“Great!” Hange smiled and clasped his shoulder so hard, Floch cringed. “Then let’s go! An exciting trip is ahead of us!” she started the car and turned on the music. The first notes of “Let it go” began to play and Floch groaned. Hange’s smile widened.

“Your music taste is as shit as ever,” the grumpy one in her head said. “At least it’s not me who is suffering this time.”

***

"You have to turn left," Floch fumed exasperatingly.

"Shut up,” Hange snapped, gripping the steering wheel tighter.

"The GPS says we have to turn left," Floch lifted his hand, trying to reach out to Hange and take the wheel under his control. She harshly slapped his hand away.

"The GPS is wrong then," Hange blew a stray hair away from her face. "My route is shorter."

"And how do you know that?" Floch demanded.

"I just do," she sighed, trying very hard not to focus on that question. She just did know that this route was shorter. Just like she knew that there was a food court nearby that sold delicious hotdogs. And that on weekdays, the traffic was terrible, especially in the afternoon. She just— she just knew. It was S a mystery, same as her confusing dreams and weird voices inside her head.

One crossroad later, their car stopped in front of the precinct's parking lot.

"There," Hange announced proudly. "We arrived."

Floch frowned. "The ETA said we would be driving for another five minutes."

"The shorter route," Hange reminded him with a grin. "Now go!" she gave Floch a rough shove, pushing him out of the car.

"What the fuck?" he complained. "I was supposed to go with you!"

"And you will," Hange explained with a roll of her eyes. "But I need you to check if the parking lot is really empty. We can't be seen, remember?"

"Riight," Floch reluctantly agreed. "So I just have to go in there? Make sure that it’s deserted?"

"I take my words back, Floch," Hange looked at him impressively, pressing a hand to her chest. "You're not a complete idiot after all."

"Fuck you," he growled.

"Love you too!" Hange waved her hand, watching Floch get out of the car with a smile on her face.

As soon as he closed the door, Hange exhaled and looked up at the sky. The grey, heavy clouds were gathering up above. The streets became darker and the city around her looked ominous, as though signaling every citizen about the upcoming disaster. Hange instantly admonished herself, she was being ridiculous. The cloudy weather could mean only one thing - that it was going to rain. And a little rain hardly ever hurt anyone.

"Makes everything look so messy, though."

Hange hummed, drumming her fingers on a steering wheel. She was a mess. She wondered if the grumpy one would like her.

***

"The coast is clear," Floch announced once he was back inside the car.

"Any sign of our guy?" Hange asked, starting the car.

"Not yet," Floch shook his head.

"Someone is not a fan of punctuality," she tsked in mock disappointment. "Luckily, we're not in a hurry."

Hange drove the car inside the parking lot. Just as Floch had said, it was blessedly empty. She stopped near the center, so they would have a better vantage point. Then Hange turned off the engine and opened the door, walking out and stretching her limbs.

Now all they had to do was wait.

"Do you know what he looks like?" Floch stood next to Hange.

"I do. Zeke showed me a photo."

The man was probably working closely with them before. Hange felt like she knew him. But she wasn’t sure that sending her to meet with the man was a good idea. Sannes’s photo evoked a strong a sense of annoyance inside her. Hange wondered what kind of relationship they used to have before.

It wasn't long before she got her chance to find out. After several minutes of waiting, Sannes walked onto the parking lot. He wasn't alone, though. No, next to him was a short, dark-haired guy. There was... something about him. Even though, his back was facing her, Hange couldn't look away. Her breath quickened and she watched him, unblinkingly, waiting for the man to show his face.

And then he did.

He turned around, for just a second, but it was enough for Hange to catch a glimpse of his face. Her knees almost gave up under her, as a short gasp escaped her lips.

It was— it was Levi.

Hange's head began to spin as memories from her old life came rushing back to her. She staggered backwards, falling to her knees, as all of it nearly overwhelmed her. It felt like her skull was going to combust from all the information. She remembered now, remembered almost everything.

Her days at the academy, meeting Levi and Erwin and then befriending them both, her first case and hundreds that followed after it, the sleepless nights, spent in the precinct with Levi by her side, the morning coffees she shared with Erwin, the jokes she told to Moblit and his team during lunches, the bar where they went to drink at after work. She remembered Erwin’s smile and Levi’s scowl, remembered the soapy smell of his hair and the warmth of his hand on her shoulder. Remembered how tightly he pressed herself against his side whenever she had too much to drink at the bar. Remembered the concern that appeared inside his usually emotionless eyes whenever she got hurt or wounded. There was so much she was missing, there was so much that was taken from her.

Hange seethed as she thought of what Zeke had done to her and everyone she cared about. Before she succumbed to the anger completely, though, rough hands grabbed her shoulders, grounding her in reality. She looked up, blinking a few times.

Floch was crouched in front of her.

"What the fuck?" he looked at her with a mix of annoyance and panic. "Have you finally lost it?"

Having your life turn upside will do that to you, Hange mentally scoffed.

But now she needed to focus. She couldn’t let Floch know that her memories came back.

So she put her feelings to the back of her mind, shutting them off, and forced a smile. "No need to worry," she patted Floch’s shoulder and rose to her feet. "Just feeling a little bit dizzy. Shouldn’t have skipped the breakfast."

Floch narrowed his eyes in suspicion, watching Hange for another second. But then he rolled his eyes and stood up too. Good, he seemed to have bought her lie. "You're such a freak."

"I'm simply unique," Hange grinned. "Now, hurry up and get to work."

"Huh?"

"Our guy, Floch," she pointed behind herself. "He's leaving. Go and talk to him."

"Didn't Zeke tell you to do that?"

"He did, but things changed. See that shorty next to him?" the nickname rolled easily off her tongue. How could she forget her favorite clean freak, Hange wondered absentmindedly. She must have hit her head pretty badly. Levi always said she was too scatterbrained for her own good. "We need to distract him. I'll do that and you talk with our target. Alright?"

"Alright," Floch agreed.

As soon as Floch left, Hange sighed in relief. One less thing to worry about. For a second, she watched as Floch maneuvered between the cars in the shadows. Then she turned back to Levi. He was already finished with tearing Sannes a new one, and was now walking right in Hange’s direction. He was probably heading to his car, she tried to calm herself. She was well hidden in a shadow and she stood behind a car. He wouldn’t be able to see her. There was nothing to panic about. Still, Hange’s heart was beating so loudly, she was sure Levi could hear it too.

She wanted to go to him. Every part of her screamed with need to see Levi. To look at his scowling face, to hear his raspy voice. It took all of Hange’s willpower to tear her gaze away from him. She couldn’t do it, not right now. She was a mess, a clatter of old memories and dozen contrasting emotions. She needed to keep it together, to sort it all out.

Yes, that was what she was going to do. Fuck Floch and Sannes, she couldn’t deal with them right now. What she needed was to clear her head. With that in mind, Hange decided to get back inside the car. She looked back for a second, checking on Floch. He was already by Sannes’s side, leading him out of the parking lot. Then she glanced at Levi. He was standing on the other side of a parking lot, a distance away from Hange. He was next to his car, and Hange couldn’t keep a smile off her face, as she realized that he was wiping off a stain from his rear window. God, what a clean freak, she thought, feeling her chest fill with affection.

It wasn’t the time to stare or reminisce, though. She needed to move, to get out of here before her resolve crumbles. Hange took a step in the direction of her car. She did it slowly, not taking her eye off Levi even for a second. He was still fumbling with a stain, so she took another step. She was almost close enough to open the door. Hange lifted her leg and then—

And then her shoe squeaked.

Levi snapped his head around instantly, looking up in alarm. Hange put a hand over her mouth and sank to her knees. She froze in that position, watching Levi with wide, panicked eye.

“Who is there?” he asked, narrowing his eyes and taking a step closer. A car separated them, and Hange prayed that Levi wouldn’t check behind it.

He stood there for what felt like hours. Sweat began to drip down Hange’s forehead, as she tried to predict Levi’s next move. She heard him take another step and then put his hand on a hood of a car.

“Is anyone here?” Levi repeated his question.

Hange closed her eye, pressing hands tighter to her lips. If she so much as peeps right now, she was doomed.

Levi glanced between the cars and then sighed, turning around.

“I really need to sleep,” he muttered, raising a hand to ruffle his hair. He looked around the parking lot once again, and then started heading back to his car.

Hange waited for him to get inside, and only then allowed herself to relax.

“Fuck,” she breathed out, watching as Levi drove away. As soon as he left, Hange jumped up and hurried to her own car. She hopped in and started the engine, eager to leave this place behind as quickly as possible.

There was a lot she needed to think about.

***

Someone was looking after it.

There were fresh flowers – peonies, her favorite. All weeds had been taken out.

On a bright, white stone there was an epitaph engraved.

A brilliant mind. The kindest of hearts. A loyal, dear friend. Without your shining presence, the world had lost some of its light. Staring down at her own grave was... a weird experience. Hange wasn't yet sure how she felt about it.

Normal people would probably be weirded out by this. Some would start contemplating their own mortality and the impact they leave on the world. Most would be afraid to even look at it. Hange felt nothing but burning, seething rage.

Zeke would pay for this. No matter what it takes, be it her own life, but Hange would bring him to justice. She would do anything to ruin his life. Just as he had ruined hers.

She didn't know for how long she was standing there motionlessly, lost to her swirling thoughts. The rain had started - a cold, heavy downpour - but Hange paid no mind to it. She was so far gone she didn't even hear the approaching footsteps. Or a quiet, shocked gasp.

She felt a trembling hand on her elbow, though. She whirled around and saw those piercing blue eyes.

Tears started to well up in her own eye, as she stared up at him.

"Hange?" Erwin whispered softly, quietly as though he was afraid that his loud voice would shutter the feeble illusion. That Hange would disappear like smoke in the wind. "Is that really you?"

"I guess?" she chuckled. The tears were now freely streaming down her face.

"Hange, oh god," Erwin threw away his umbrella and quickly shortened the distance between them, wrapping his arms around her.

Hange buried her face into his jacket, sobbing loudly.

"I missed you, Erwin. T-there is so much I need to tell you."

"And I'll gladly listen to you," Hange could hear a smile in his voice, and she felt her own lips curve upwards too. "But as for now," Erwin leaned in and gently kissed the crown of her head. "Welcome back, Hange."

#*gestures to this mess of a chapter* do you think a depressed person could make this?#anyways! critisism is very appreciated lmao #levihan #levihan fanfiction #levi x hange #hange zoe #levi ackerman #floch forster #zeke yeager #rivahan #snk fanfiction #snk levi

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sapphiewrites-twst · 4 years ago

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A Moment of Silence

Couldn’t decide if I should post this or not. I probably stressed over this for the good part of a month. Enjoy!

YOU could do nothing but cry, evident of your distress leaving shiny trails of tears on your face. His voice still echoed in your head. Darling, you know what would happen if anyone else was to hear about this, right?

I’ll make sure the whole school knows your every. Little. Secret.

It was never supposed to be like this. For all you knew, he was just a kind upperclassman, offering to help you when you didn’t know how to complete your given assignments, taking you out for sweets at the Mostro Lounge, and comforting you when your test scores left room for improvement.

How naive you were to believe that, despite the fact you were the only girl at an all boy school, you could somehow become friends with some cool upperclassmen. But now you understood perfectly. A male and a female can never have a purely platonic friendship.

You can even catch your two close friends, Ace and Deuce, eyeing you sometimes. It’s all in good spirit, you understood and forgave it. They were teenage boys, after all. But this, this is going too far.

Currently, you were curled into a ball, hidden among brooms and mops in one of the supply closets in the prestigious school. Prestigious, huh? You thought bitterly. Seems like even prestigious schools have their share of bottom dwellers.

There are so many people trying to get into this prestigious school but they let in guys like that, Deuce’s words echoed in your ears. At the thought of your blue-haired friend, your heart squeezed painfully.

You wanted desperately to leap into your friends’ embraces, spilling everything he had been telling you, doing to you. Deep down, you understood the weight of your actions. If you told anyone about his threats and actions, nothing good would come out of it for anyone.

At least no one else would get hurt if I stay quiet.

Something moved outside of the supply closet. You choked back a sob, dread sinking into the pit of your stomach. Covering your mouth to soothe the hitching of your breath, you waited, the prospect of being found terrifying.

What would you say? Um, yeah, I’m fine. I just felt the need to hide in this dark supply closet and cry my heart out. That would arouse suspicions and inevitably yield the same outcome as the previous option. You could pick up the clicking of heels. The door creaked open, letting light spill in.

You flinched away from the light, eyes raw from crying. Vaguely, you could make out a silhouette looming in the doorway of the supply closet, although you couldn’t quite tell who it was.

As suddenly as it opened, the door closed, engulfing you in darkness.

What if it’s him? The thought of being trapped in this closet accompanied by only him sent shivers down your spine. Unfortunately, your trembling body knocked down a mop, the clatter of it hitting the ground ear-piercing in the continuous silence.

Frozen with horror, you tensed up, listening and watching desperately for any sign of movement.

Nothing. After a minute of silence, you relaxed, letting out the shaking breath you had been holding in.

“Boo.”

Crimson orbs glowed in the dark, inches away from your face. Before you could scream, a leather-clad hand covered your mouth, muffling your whimpers of fear. The musky, dust-filled scent of the closet was replaced by a mixture of clean linen and sweet vanilla.

The scent was calming and unlike the acrid, musky scent he had.

The man with glowing red eyes let a frivolous chuckle as he released you from his hold. “I didn’t frighten you too badly now, did I?” Even though he spoke right by your ear, you couldn’t distinguish who it was.

“N-no,” you stuttered, breath hitching, “W-who are you?” He didn’t reply, humming in understanding and disappeared from your touch. A moment later, dim light filled the small, dusty closet.

You found yourself staring at your senpai and the vice dorm leader of Diasomnia, Lilia Vanrouge.

Eyes widening, you attempted to cover up your tear stained face. It was bad that someone discovered you, but the vice dorm leader of Diasomnia? Frantically, you searched your mind for a reasonable excuse.

“I failed my test,” you muttered quickly, speaking before Lilia could get a word in.

“Is that so?” His voice contained no trace of doubt, just mild curiosity and maybe, just maybe a hint of concern. You nodded furiously, wiping away the remnants of your tears, waiting for Lilia to exit the closet.

Instead of leaving, Lilia meandered his way over to you, plopping down lightly beside your huddled form.

The third year said nothing, merely gazing at you languidly. Feeling hot under Lilia’s continuous gaze, you murmured, “Why are you here, Senpai?”

You watched in confused fascination as his lips quirked up into a knowing smile. Ignoring your question, Lilia asked lightly, “Why hide away by yourself, little one? I’m certain your friends are more than happy to console you.”

His presence delivered contradicting emotions. On one hand, you were nervous to be talking to such an important member who was not only your senior, but the vice dorm leader of the mysterious Diasomnia dorm.

On the other hand, Lilia’s calm presence soothed your frazzled nerves, as if encouraging you to speak your mind. It helped that the soft scents of fresh laundry and fragrant vanilla enveloped your senses, easing your tightly bunched muscles.

Before you could relax completely, a flash of his horrendous smile reappeared in your head. Fear and suspicion seized your windpipe, robbing you of the precious comfort you needed in this moment of vulnerability.

Hesitantly, you peered at the dark-haired fae, unsure of his intentions. Why would such an important figure bother with an inconspicuous little girl crying in one of the many supply closets in the unnecessarily large school?

Catching your gaze, Lilia merely smiled, reaching out to pat your head. “Whatever the matter may be, I’ll be glad to lend an ear if you need someone to confide in,” as an afterthought, your senpai winked at you playfully. “Won’t you tell your good ‘ol Lilia-senpai what’s troubling you?”

You couldn’t help but giggle tearfully at Lilia’s antics. It was hard not to laugh when he phrases his words like someone much, much older than your crimson-eyed upperclassman appeared.

However, one thing was still nagging at you. You chewed your lips nervously, not wishing to destroy the warm atmosphere Lilia had unintentionally (maybe? You weren’t exactly sure what his motive was) created.

Lilia seemed to catch on, shifting into a more comfortable position before giving you an encouraging grin that showed off his two abnormally sharp canines. It made you realize you are far, far away from actually knowing the mysterious vice dorm leader of the equally mystifying Diasomnia.

“Lilia-senpai,” you started timidly, debating whether to breach the subject or not, “Can I ask you a question?” With Lilia’s hum of acknowledgement, you swallowed your hesitation.

“Why?” You asked, fiddling with your hands. You couldn’t quite put your thoughts into words. You wanted to ask why he bothered to stop by, why he took his time to make you feel better about the situation despite barely having known who you were.

Above all, you wanted to know why Lilia cared, and if that was true, why did he take time out of his day for you, who was just another human that happened to go to this school with him?

Lilia seemed to understand everything you could not put into words, his measured gaze of contemplation washing over you. You studied your hands, waiting for his answer.

At last, your senpai spoke, a hint of a smile pulling at the corner of his lips. “Everyone needs someone to be there for them at any moment, whether they realize it or not.”

Lilia’s words drove itself deep within your heart as tears formed in your eyes once more, for a different reason this time. Your lips trembled and his eyes widened a tad, immediately crinkling at the edges with worry.

“Oh, dear, have I said something—?” Interrupting him with a small wail, you closed the distance between the two of you, burying your head in the crook of his neck.

“Th-thank you, Lilia-senpai,” you cried, shaking with gratitude. “No one’s ever said anything like that to me.”

He remained silent but hugged you back, hand stroking your back comfortingly. You couldn’t see it, but the ancient fae’s lips curled into a fond smile, eyes half-lidded as he observed your form.

Who in this world would ever want to harm someone as adorable as you are? Someone stupid, apparently. Lilia’s crimson eyes narrowed with that thought. He’d better have a little… chat with whoever decided to ruin your mood.

—

“I need a word with you.”

The male paused in his steps, squinting into the shadows. “Who’s there?”

A figure shifted forward into the light. Blood-red eyes glinted dangerously. The male took a step back, the feeling of unease enveloped his senses. “Lilia-san?”

“I heard about your little… rendezvous with a certain student.” Lilia’s voice was light , but underneath the affable tone was something more obscure.

“She’s my girlfriend,” he answered without a hitch, a lie practiced so many times it came as naturally as breathing.

“Be wary with your words, child. I am not fooled as easily as others.” With the fae’s words, he appeared right in front of the petrified second year, his usually flippant personality all but gone.

“Take my words as a warning: stay away from her.”

He stiffened. You were his possession, he can’t simply let you go this easily! Besides, you wouldn’t have told anyone; he made sure of that.

Steeling his nerves, the male drew himself up, the advantage of height gaining him more confidence. “Or what? What are you gonna do about it,” the male hesitated, but couldn’t resist continuing, “Old man?”

Lilia’s eyes narrowed. “I see. Very well, we’ll have it your way. I have cautioned you, after all.”

—

A week later, an announcement was posted on the bulletin board right outside of the cafeteria, where the news could reach every student.

With regrets I inform you of the departure of one of our second years. Under compromising conditions, he had been expelled from Night Raven College. To protect the students involved, we will not disclose the names or the reason he was deported from school grounds.

Thank you for your cooperation,

Headmaster Crowley

By the way, I hate the formatting on the mobile version ver of Tumblr.

#twisted wonderland #lilia vanrouge #lilia vanrouge x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader

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the-sympathetic-villain · 4 years ago

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You Belong With Me - Chapter 15

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Description: Much to his surprise, after being released from prison for a crime he didn’t commit, Logan has been appointed as a the prince’s new advisor.

Word Count: 5614

Chapter Warnings are at the end of the post to avoid spoilers :)

Roman’s lungs burned as he peaked the last hill and the water mill slowly emerged into view. He shivered, looking up at the old building. Peeking out from he darkening clouds, the shimmering moonlight cast an ominous halo of light off the edge of the waterwheel's silhouette and he felt a growing sense of dread in his stomach as he approached. A growl of thunder echoed in the distance as the sound of Virgil's footsteps came up behind him. His form blurred by as he overtook Roman, and taking three stairs at a time, Virgil climbed up the side of the river's embankment towards the building’s entrance.

Roman closed distance between them just as Virgil angrily stopped jiggling the locked door. Virgil took a step back and Roman flinched as he lifted his foot a loud crash sounded as Virgil brought his leg down to smash through the flimsy door. They rushed inside only to pause hesitantly staring into the dark room, taking in the many halls and doorways that branched off the main room.

“Where's the reservoir?” Roman wheezed, bending over to breathe as he came up to stand behind Virgil.

“It has to be underground.” Virgil reasoned, analyzing the layout of the first floor. His voice was steady and focused as he disappeared through one of the many doors, calling over his shoulder. “Look for a trapdoor, princey!”

At this moment, Roman truly envied Virgil's endurance. His gut twisted as he forced himself to keep moving. Heading in the opposite direction as Virgil, he started pulling open doors and ducking into the various storage rooms throughout the building. Anxiety welled in his chest as he passed through room after room of storage and maintenance supplies. Halfway down the hall, he stopped. His eyes had begun to adjust to the dim light and he could just make out a narrow staircase at the end of the hall.

A loud crack of thunder sounded above him and he could hear the waterwheel groan loudly in the wind outside. He hesitated, before bolting past half a dozen doors and cautiously starting down the steep stairs to the near pitch-black darkness of the partial lower floor of the water mill. Pushing open the door at the bottom of the stairs, he paused to allow his eyes a chance to adjust to the low lighting. Only a moment passed before he was able to make out the faint outline of a trapdoor on the floor.

“Virge! In here!”

Roman dropped down to the floor, trying to get a grip on the edge of the polished wood. Once he managed to get his fingers wrapped around the heavy door, he heaved upward with all his strength. Straining himself, he barely managing to lift the hatch a partway before heard Virgil’s quick footsteps behind him.

“I can't lift it on my own.” He groaned, trying desperately not to lose his grip. “Help me.”

“‘Kay, princey.” He stepped around Roman and pushed up on the heavy door. Together, they just managed flip the door over its hinges and it landed with a loud bang on the ground. As soon as the door was open, Virgil dropped down on his chest hanging his head down into the hole. He glanced around desperately for any sign of Patton in the lightless abyss below. Virgil exhaled as he spotted a dark shadow on the far side of the room. Virgil saw no movement, but he could just make out a small figure peeking up above the level of the water. “I think I see him, princey.”

Roman looked down into the hole to confirm for himself before he looked up at Virgil. “What's the plan?”

“I'm going down there, but I need you need to stay here." Virgil paused, nearly biting his tongue bitterly. "They got what they wanted, so I don't think they'll hurt us now. All the same though, I'd rather not take the chance of them shutting the door on all of us while the tank is filling."

“Okay, Virge.” Roman nodded seriously. "He's unconscious by the looks of it. So just grab him, and bring him close enough that I can lift him out."

Virgil nodded as he climbed down onto the first step of the ladder into the hatch. He looked up at Roman seriously. “Keep an eye out, princey. We don't know who's hanging around.”

“Got it. Go, Virgil.” Roman urged frantically

Virgil let himself drop off the ladder, knowing the water below would break his fall. He couldn’t help audibly gasping as he sunk into the cold water. Shivering, he nodded up at Roman before slogging through the waist deep water to the far side of the reservoir. He approached the shadow on the far wall, and exhaled a sigh of relief as he made out the silhouette of Patton’s face, slumped over on his shoulder. His eyes were closed, but Virgil could just make out Patton’s chest rising or falling as the water lapped up at his chin. Shaking, Virgil put his hands on Patton's cold cheeks, steadying Patton’s face between them.

“Can you hear me, Pat?”

Patton groaned quietly.

“It's okay, Pat. I'm here.” Virgil whispered, his voice quaking as he leaned his forehead down to rest on Patton’s. “We’re getting you out of here.”

Virgil leaned back to look down at Patton. Emotions threatened to overwhelm him as he stared down at his unconscious friend in the darkness. He bit his lip, pushing aside his feelings as he leaned down to work at the knots binding Patton’s hands behind the chair in which he was propped up. Tears formed in the corner of his eyes as he struggled to untie the ropes around Patton's wrists. His binds were tied painfully tight and working at them underwater was nearly impossible. Another booming clack of thunder resonated above him and Virgil choked, getting a face full of water as the knots finally started to give way to his prying. He leaned closer, refusing to let the water level slow him down. Once the last bit of rope fell free, he took Patton’s hands and gently tucked them across his chest. He slipped back around to Patton's side and wrapped his arms underneath Patton’s knees and back, pulling him out of the water.

He walked back to the ladder slowly. The added weight made it significantly more difficult to keep his balance as he made his way across the slippery base of the reservoir. As he neared the door, Virgil slowly lifted Patton up over his shoulder, freeing one of his hands to climb the ladderout of the reservoir . Stepping on the first rung of the ladder, he yelped as his foot slipped on the wet metal, nearly plunging them both into the cold water below. Virgil managed to steady himself, just as Roman called down to him.

“You okay, Virgil?’

He looked up at Roman's dark silhouette above him. “All good, princey. I’ve got him, but the ladder's slick. I'm going to try to get up a few steps and hand him off to you.”

“I'm ready for him. Be careful.”

“Always, princey.” A flash of lightning illuminated the space above Roman as he looked up. The thunder rolled in a few seconds later as Virgil adjusted his grip to try again. He managed to climb the first few steps of the ladder, careful not to lose traction as he gripped the ladder tightly. On the third rung, he lifted Patton as high as he could manage, relaxing as he felt Roman lift Patton out through the trapdoor.

Once Patton's weight was lifted from his shoulders, Virgil climbed the rest of the ladder with ease. He hopped out of the hatch, collapsing on his knees next to where Roman had laid Patton. Virgil’s face fell as he looked down at Patton shivering violently on ground beneath them, but thankfully, he couldn't see any visible injuries. He swallowed painfully and leaned back, knowing that didn't mean Patton hadn't been hurt. Virgil watched as Roman quickly took off his coat and laid it over Patton, tucking the edges underneath him.

“We need to get him somewhere warm.” Roman put a hand on Patton’s cheek. “He's soaked through and he feels like ice.”

“I know.” Virgil jumped to his feet and and began pacing the room.

“He won't make it to the castle without dry clothes.” Roman’s voice shook with uncertainty. They needed to act fast, but his mind was blank, out of options for their quickly paling friend.

“Can you carry him?”

Roman looked up to see Virgil had stopped moving and was staring down at him. One hand ran through his hair and he appeared to be tugging at the end anxiously, nervousness apparent on his face. Roman raised an eyebrow at him. “Of course I can, Virge.”

Virgil sighed, gesturing for Roman to pick Patton up and follow him. “We don't have to go all the way back. I know someone who’s local.”

“Who?” Roman tucked his coat tightly around Patton before picking him up to follow Virgil up to the main floor.

“Someone who's going to murder me for bringing you anywhere near him.” Virgil quickly crossed the main floor and pushed the broken front door open.

Roman hesitated, looking down nervously at Patton shivering in his arms. “I know we don't have a lot of options, but this place we're going is safe, right?”

“Definitely. I'd trust this guy with my life, princey,” Virgil stopped at the door , looking back at Roman hesitating behind him. “And he knows Patton. Even if he's mad at me, he'd keel over dead before he let anything bad happen to Pat.”

“He knows Patton?” Roman asked skeptically as he clutched his friend closer, shivering as Patton’s wet clothes soaked through his own.

“He knows everything, princey. He has for years.” Virgil stated plainly. “Patton is safe with him. I promise.”

Roman looked down at Patton, still hesitating. “How—

“Roman, he is going to freeze to death, if we don't start moving.” Virgil pleaded. “If I thought there was even a shred of a possibility he could get hurt, I wouldn’t take him.”

“I know.” Roman nodded tensely, carefully making his way across the main floor. “I’m sorry. I know you wouldn’t, Virgil. Lead the way.”

“Don't worry about it.” He glanced down anxiously at Patton. “Be gentle with him as we go, princey.”

Roman nodded as he followed Virgil out the busted front door. He watched as Virgil pulled up his hood over his as they exited the mill. A light drizzle of rain fell down on them as they dropped down the stairs, and the mill began to groan in the wind as the storm around them started to pick up in intensity. The path to town was dark and the lightning traveling through the clouds was the only light illuminating the road ahead of them as they made their way into the small town.

"Where the hell did this storm come from?" Virgil swore under his breath. "The sky was basically clear when we left the castle."

"I don't know, Virge." Roman muttered. "But it doesn't do much good worrying about it now."

Virgil exhaled, exasperated. "I know, but Logan's trail is going to go cold quick, if this doesn't let up soon.

Roman's silence was all the confirmation he needed to know the prince had been thinking the same thing. He ducked his head as they approached he town's gates. The gates hung open and no guards were posted as they entered the quiet streets. The residents clearly didn't fear attack as they slept peacefully in their beds. Virgil, on the other hand, appeared to be on edge as he led him through the town, glancing nervously at each house as they went by.

“I don't mean to doubt you but you do know where you’re going, right?” Roman asked as Virgil paused at an intersection of two roads, glancing around uncertainly before continuing.

Virgil glanced back at him anxiously before returning to scanning the houses. “I know where I'm going, princey. I'm just not popular around here and I'd rather no one sees me.”

“Great.” Roman muttered, huddling Patton closer as he followed Virgil.

“Here it is.” Virgil bounded up the stairs to the next house, leaving Roman stopped in his tracks, staring at what was the most bizarre house that Roman had ever seen. A cast iron pan was nailed the center of the door and the door frame was lined with iron horse shoes. Collections of bones and herbs hung from string off the roof all along the the edge of the building,

“Are you sure about this?” Roman asked hesitantly.

“Yes, he's a bit of an eccentric but this,” He gestured around to the various charms hanging from the buidling. “It's just to protect against the fae.”

“Right…” Roman reluctantly carried Patton forward, hovering a ways behind Virgil as he stepped up to the door.

“It’s fine. Have a little faith in me, princey.” He turned and knocked on the door. He heard no sound as they stood in the rain waiting. A full minute passed, before Virgil raised his hand to knock again, but as he did so, the door cracked open. Roman caught a glimpse of light from beyond the door as the moonlight reflected in the stranger’s eyes. Holding Patton tighter, Roman watched nervously as Virgil pulled down his hood.

“Virgil?” A gentle voice filled the air. Roman felt tension release from his body as a friendly-looking older gentleman pulled the door open. Subtle grey hairs peppered his golden hair and his demeanor was humble and unassuming. His eyes brimmed with concern as he took in Virgil’s appearance.

“Hey, Em. Can we come in?” Roman did his best to conceal his shock at Virgil’s sudden soft voice. He'd never know Virgil sound weak, even when he was intimidated, but as he stood there, he seemed almost timid looking to the stranger for help.

“You're soaking wet.” The words seemed to slip out unintentionally as he stared at Virgil.

“I know, and I'll explain soon. But, right now, I need your help.” Virgil paused, his voice apologetic. “Patton needs your help, Em.”

For the first time, the stranger seemed to pull his eyes away from Virgil to look at Roman. A flash of recognition crossed his face as his gaze landed on Roman. Roman frowned, noticing the stranger tense at the sight of him, but all hostility seemed to disappear when he noticed Patton resting unconscious in Roman’s arms. He rushed forward and Roman nearly instinctively pulled back as the stranger put a hand out to Patton, resting it on Patton’s face.

“Oh kiddo, what did you do?” The man cooed down at Patton, rubbing his thumb across Patton's cheek

“Em… please.” Virgil pressed.

“Of course I'll help him, Virgil.” He nodded, stepping aside for Roman to enter. “Lay him down on the couch next to the fire, and be very gentle with him.”

Roman flared up defensively, but he didn't even have a moment to speak before the stranger cut him off.

“I'm sure you're being careful with him,” The kind stranger’s eyes locked with his, staring at him seriously. “But his body is in shock right now. One wrong jarring movement is all it would take for his heart to give out.”

Roman nodded sheepishly, feeling a bit like a petulant child for getting defensive.

“Good. Move him as little as you possibly can.” The stranger looked to Virgil. “Virgil will show you the way, while I grab more blankets.”

Virgil nodded and gestured for Roman to follow him. Roman felt uneasy as the man stared at him with suspicion as he carried Patton into the house. After Roman had passed, the man disappeared into one of the nearby rooms, without a word and Roman couldn't help being relieved to be out from under his scrutiny.

Still, Roman's body was tense as he followed Virgil through the quiet house. Soon, the hallway opened up to a warm den. A small fire flittered lifelessly under the mantel on the far wall and Roman stared for a moment. The glowing embers seemed to swallow each little flame that dared dance along the edges of ashes. The fire barely gave off enough light to illuminate the silhouettes of the large supply of cooking supplies in front of the fireplace. Roman furrowed his brow seeing bins of toys all around the room, a detail that struck Roman as odd since he’d neither seen nor heard any other evidence of children in the house.

Roman forced himself to shake his wandering thoughts of the stranger and focus on Patton. He moved forward and delicately laid Patton down on the worn, pink couch on the far side of the room. He stared down at Patton, whose teeth were chattering lightly as he started to squirm uncomfortably. Roman's heart ached as he looked down at his friend twisting in discomfort, and he reached his hand up to Patton’s face. Patton seemed to settle, leaning comfortably into Roman's warmth.

“Who is he, Virgil?” Roman gestured in the direction of the stranger cautiously, unsure if he was truly ready for an answer.

Virgil looked at the door behind him with a hesitant look on his face, but eventually he turned back to Roman with a resigned smile. “His name is Emile, and it's complicated, princey.”

“That’s not an answer, Virge.” Roman stared skeptically at him.

“I, uh, stayed with him for a few years when I was pretty young.” Virgil blushed, running a hand through his hair. “He takes care of all the stray kids in this town. The ones who don't have a place to go.”

“Oh,” Roman muttered. His pondered for a moment, pieces of information finally settling into place. He glanced around the dimly lit room before turning back to Virgil. “But you were on the streets in the city when we first met, Virgil. Why would you move out of here to live on the streets?”

Virgil shrugged. “I was causing him problems."

“He kicked you out?” Roman couldn’t hide the sudden edge in his voice.

“What? No!” Virgil's eyebrows shot up and he moved to the back of the couch behind Patton. He looked at his shivering friend and ran a hand through Patton’s hair as he attempted a reassuring smile at Roman. “It wasn't like that, princey. I couldn't stand seeing him take heat for keeping me, so I took off on him. I...I hurt him pretty bad by leaving him, but it was better than what would have happened."

“What did you do, Virge?” Roman asked in shock.

“I didn’t do anything. I just—"

Virgil stopped, looking up as he heard the door open up behind Roman. Roman turned to see Emile carrying a pile of blanket quickly at them. He shrank at the icy stare on his face as he approached. Emile dropped the pile of blankets unceremoniously off to the side as he dropped down next to Patton. Putting a hand to Patton’s neck, he looked up at Virgil.

“Virgil, do you have a knife?”

Roman tensed beside him, gritting his teeth. Even Virgil looked taken aback, looking down at Emile. He opened and closed his mouth, trying to find his words.

“Yeah, I do." He finally muttered, glancing nervously at Roman’s reaction.

“Good.” Emile stood up and took a step back. “I need you to cut away his clothing.”

“What the—” Roman exploded, stepping protectively between Emile and Patton, but Emile stood his ground crossing his arms across his chest before interrupting Roman.

“If we don't get him out of his wet clothes, he's not going to be able to get warm.” Emile glared at Roman. “He's not safe yet. If we do nothing, he will still die.”

“If you think I'm letting you anywhere near him with a knife—” Roman bared his teeth at Emile as he yelled.

“Not me.” Emile interrupted flatly. “Virgil will do it.”

“What—” Virgil’s voice dropped, shocked. He shook his head in disbelief. “I don't want to do that.”

Emile ignored Virgil and his voice trembled bitterly as he stared at Roman. “It's clear you don't trust me, and quiet frankly, I don't trust you either, my dear prince.”

Roman raised an eyebrow at the acknowledgement of his title, surprised the man had recognized him.

“So, Virgil will do it, because I expect you trust Virgil as much as I do.” Emile's eyes traveled down to Patton and he sighed. His eyes flicked up to Virgil without lifting his head. “You need to hurry, Virgil. His pulse is already weak.”

A sudden gasp escaped Patton and he wheezed weakly. The room fell still and all eyes turned to Patton laying between them.

“I can't—" Virgil pleaded.

“Just do it, Virge.” Roman turned his head up to him, looking apologetically between Virgil and Emile. “He’s right. We need to act now or we're going lose him.”

Virgil looked frantically between Emile and Roman before nodding. He moved around to the front of the couch, his hands shaking as he looked down at Patton.

“Can't I just undress him?” Virgil looked to Emile nervously.

“No. You need to move him as little as possible.” Emile looked down at him sympathetically. “His heart's weak, and we can't risk straining him.”

“‘Kay.” Virgil bit his lip and numbly turned down to look at Patton. His hands shook as he pulled his knife from his pocket. Anxiously, he spun his knife on his pointer finger, trying to calm his growing panic before he slipped the blade under Patton’s shirt.

The fabric gave easily to the sharp edge of the knife. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Emile and Roman turn away. He hesitated, uncertain of what waited him underneath Patton's clothes. Virgil’s throat burned as he ripped Patton's shirt. Using his blade, he cut away the remaining seams, pulling the scraps of clothing away from Patton’s chest. He sighed with relief at the sight of Patton's chest. He could see faint bruising at his joints, but Virgil suspected the bruising was more consistent with being transported roughly, rather than being tortured. He reached out to Patton's chest and flinched as he brushed Patton’s ice-cold skin. Virgil looked at Patton's face. The sight of the blue tint of Patton’s lips sent new waves of panic racking through his body.

“Shit, Pat. Hold on just a little longer.” Virgil's voice cracked as he grabbed a small blanket and dabbed the water off of Patton’s chest and face. Patton wheezed as Virgil tossed a dry, blanket over his upper body and turned to clip his knife through the hem of Patton’s pants. He tore through them, using his blade to quickly work through the seams. Within seconds, he’d pulled the shredded pants free and dabbed Patton dry, relieved once again to see only faint bruising on his body.

“Roman,” Virgil called over his shoulder as he tucked a blanket around Patton. He glanced up as Roman came up behind him. “I'm going to lift him just enough for you to put a dry blanket underneath him. Okay?”

Roman nodded at him seriously, reaching behind Virgil to grab a thick blanket. Virgil waited until Roman was ready before gently lifting Patton just long enough for Roman to spread a thick, dry blanket underneath Patton before resting him back down on the couch.

“Put the rest of the blankets on top of him.” Emile's hand rested on his chin absently as he watched Roman help Virgil care for Patton. “Make sure you cover his feet and head, but not his face.”

Virgil looked up at him and nodded. They tucked Patton into the pile of blankets smiling faintly when he noticed Patton seemed to have stopped shivering. Virgil leaned down close to Patton, unable to pull his gaze from his face even as Emile kneeled down next to him and reached over to check Patton’s pulse.

“I think he'll recover just fine,” Emile started, uncertainly staring down at Patton. “but I'm a little nervous that he hasn't woken up yet.”

Virgil’s eyes narrowed and his face twisted into a snarl. “I think he was drugged, Em. I don't think he'll wake up until whatever is in his system wears off.”

Emile's sympathy vanished, replaced with indignation. “What did you get him into—”

“It wasn't my fault—” Virgil leaned back, his voice crushed.

“No, it was mine.”

Virgil turned his head up to Roman behind him. He tried to smile reassuringly up at Roman, but he couldn't find the will to curl the corners of his mouth. “It's not your fault either, princey.”

“I shouldn’t have gotten any of you involved.” Roman crossed his arms across his chest with a sigh.

“Logan needed us, princey.” Virgil insisted tiredly.

“Lot of good that's doing him now.” Roman said bitterly.

Virgil listened to the gentle patter of the rain on the roof for a minute before sighing, standing up. “I've got to go.”

“You’re going to leave him?” Emile looked up at him in shock. “He needs you, Virg—"

“Em! I'd do anything to stay until he wakes.” Virgil snapped. “But, we’ve got another friend whose in a lot of trouble. I've got to go get him.”

“I'll go, Virge.”

Virgil looked up to Roman. He frowned at the guilty expression on Roman’s face.

“You’re still soaked from saving Patton.” Roman smiled faintly at him. “Stay here and get dry. I'll go find him.”

“Princey, I'm faster, and I'm better at tracking than you. I'm Logan's best shot at coming home.” Virgil smirked apologetically at him. “I need to go before the trail goes cold.”

“You’re soaked, Virge.”

“I'll change before I go.” Virge shrugged nonchalantly, but a flash of hurt in Roman's eyes have him pause. He hesitated before turning to Emile. “Hey, Em. Can you give us a moment?”

Emile lifted his head up to look at them. He seemed to be lost in thought as he stood up from where he was kneeled next to Patton and nodded. He moved to leave the room, but Virgil stopped him.

“While you’re in there, is there any chance you have another amulet like the one you gave me a few years ago?” Virgil asked timidly.

“What happened to yours?” Emile looked at him sternly.

“I lent it to a friend.” Virgil admitted timidly.

“You shouldn't leave yourself open like that, Virgil.” Emile chided him softly, crossing his arms.

“He was being hurt in his dreams, Em.” Virgil pleaded. “He needed help.”

“Your good will is going to be the death of you, Virgil.” Emile sighed, but Virgil could see the subtle smile on his face. “I'll find you something.”

Virgil watched Emile go before turning back to Roman. “What's going on in that head of yours, princey?”

“You keep clothes here.” Roman said sadly.

Virgil looked at him in confusion, but nodded.

“How often are you here?”

“Once or twice a month.” Virgil shrugged, kicking at the ground. “Whenever I can manage really.”

“I never realized.” Roman’s words trailed off and his face fell.

Virgil smirked at him teasingly. “Aww, princey, are you jealous that I kept a secret from you?”

Roman’s face flushed and he turned his head away guiltily. “Sorry, no. You can have secrets. I just—”

“Princey, stop.” Virgil frowned with concern. “What's bothering you?”

“I have no right to be bothered by this.”

“Bothered by what?” Virgil took a step closer.

Roman lifted his eyes to look up at Virgil as he approached. He sighed, dropping his gaze. “I was already in a heightened state of emotion from losing Logan and nearly losing Patton. I'm just being unreasonable.”

“Stop dodging my question and tell me what's wrong, Roman.” Virgil’s hair hung partially over his eyes as he smiled reassuringly up at him.

Roman looked down at him with guilt in his eyes. He sighed, giving in to Virgil’s gentle pressure. “You have a whole life here, Virgil.”

Virgil nodded hesitantly.

“You never told me about this place.” Roman took a deep breath. “And, of course I'd never ask you to share something against your will, but I thought—"

“You thought what?” Virgil prompted as Roman’s words dropped off.

“I thought you trusted me, Virge.”

Virgil raised an eyebrow at him. “Is that all?”

“It's stupid. I know—”

“It's not stupid.” Virgil interrupted. “I trust you completely and I would have told you, Roman, but Emile asked me not to.”

“But Patton knows—”

“Roman, Patton knows for a different reason.” Virgil paused. “All those years ago, when you asked me to hide Patton, this is where I brought him. We would have been caught, if we'd been out in the open, and I knew Emile would help. So, I brought him here until things calmed down and we were able to bring him back into the castle.”

“Oh.” Realization suddenly washed over him, and suddenly Virgil's actions started to make sense.

“Besides, Patton's not a prince.” Virgil crossed his arms and shifted nervously, trying to keep a steady smile on his face.

Roman glanced at the door through which Emile had left. “He doesn't like royalty?”

“Emile doesn’t like anyone with authority really and you're basically the top authority in the country. So, of course, he's going to have some problems with you being in his house.” Virgil shrugged. “It's nothing personal or anything. It's just that the kids that come here usually have problems or cause problems. To protect them, he tries to stay under the radar of anyone who could hurt them, since your guard doesn't have a great track record, even with kids.”

Roman exhaled guiltily as understanding finally clicked into place. “That's why he's uncomfortable with me.”

“Luckily, Emile doesn’t have any kids right now, or he'd be much more upset with me for bringing you here.” Virgil thought for a moment. “Don't worry too much. He'll come around. I've told him about you, and he knows you’re not a typical royal.”

“That’s good, I think. I wouldn’t want to make him feel unsafe in his own home.”

Virgil cleared his throat. "I wish I had time to finish this conversation, but I have to go."

"You're going after Logan now?"

Virgil nodded.

"You're sure you don't want me to come with you?"

"No, Patton needs a familiar face when he wakes up and someone to explain what's going on." Virgil hesitated, looking up at Roman. "And I'll move faster on my own."

“Okay, but don't take any risks when you're out there. Just figure out where they’re holding Logan and come back. Don't try and rescue him yourself, unless you absolutely know you can get out safe.”

“Fine,” Virgil nodded. “But if I can, I'm getting Logan out. He’s been with Remus for too long already.”

“Just come home safe, okay?” Roman stepped forward and pulled Virgil into a hug. “I don't want to lose anyone else today.”

“I'll be careful, Roman.” Virgil closed his eyes, hugging Roman back.

Virgil pulled back as he heard a door crack open behind him. He turned to see Emile peeking his head out.

“I found a replacement for your amulet, Virgil.” Emile said cautiously.

“Come on out, Em. I'm about to leave.” Virgil gestured for Emile to join them.

“This should work better than your last. You should be basically undetectable.” Emile paused. “Your friend could probably even keep the old one, if he needs it.”

Virgil reached out and took the charm from Emile. He turned the amulet in his hand. Set into the dark metal was a deep, purple stone. His skin prickled at the contact with the powerful magic, as he pulled the chain over his head.

“Thank you, Em.” Virgil looked down at the amulet on his chest. He looked up a loud crack of thunder shook the house, before looking back at Emile. “I'm going to change and then go. Can they—”

“They can stay as long as you need, Virgil." Emile interrupted with a smile. He stepped forward and pulled Virgil into a hug as he whispered in Virgil's ear. “Just come back safe.”

"I will, Em." Virgil nodded as he hugged Emile back.

“Go change.” Emile encouraged, releasing him.

Virgil nodded as he disappeared through one of the doors, leaving Emile and Roman alone together. An uncomfortable moment passed as silence filled the air between them. Roman kneeled down beside Patton, whose breathing seemed steadier and he could hear that Patton had stopped wheezing. He sighed with relief at the fact that, at the very least, Patton seemed to be improving. He put a hand on his face, exhaling with relief that Patton's skin no longer felt dangerously cold. Roman stared at him, lost in thought for a moment before he heard a door open behind him. He looked up to see Virgil moving towards the front door. Roman followed Emile to the door just as Virgil turned around, pulling a hood over his head.

“Stay safe, and come back if it gets too cold out there.” Emile said tiredly, smiling over at Virgil.

“I will. Thanks for everything, Em.”

“Anytime, Virgil.”

Virgil turned to Roman. “Make sure Patton knows I'm coming back for him as soon as I can.”

Roman nodded. “Bring Logan home, Virge.”

“I'll get him, princey.” A flash of lighting illuminated the room as Virgil pulled up his hood, disappearing through the door into the drizzling rain.

Chapter Warnings: Hypothermia, Vague Non-sexual Nudity, Knife being used to cut away clothing (Non-Violent/Non-sexual) (Let me know if I need to add anything!)

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aro-throughyourchest · 4 years ago

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LIES

Chapter 4

WORD COUNT: 1,300

First Chapter - Previous Chapter - Next Chapter

WARNINGS: None

INSINCERE AU (placeholder name?)

I wanted a nice break from the angst, sorry

You won’t see the others for the a few chapters... *cough*

Varian tugged at the guy’s leg, trying to drag him the long way but ALSO trying not to pull this person to where his leg popped. Varian brushed his hair out of his own face, trying to find out what to do. Just leave him here? That would probably-

He heard the guy groan and jumped. He was awake! He was about to turn and run, but the blond spotted him.

“Hey!”

Varian nervously stood there. He was going to die; he was GOING TO DIE- He watched as the blond shakily got up, and Varian gripped his bag and hard as he could. He would not hesitate to hit this guy in the head again. (OK, maybe he would hesitate a little.)

He placed a hand over the bump where Varian hit him over the head and winced. “OW! You...”

He looked between Varian and the bag and dramatically gasped, his nose scrunched up.

“YOU! YOU HIT ME OVER THE HEAD?! What is wrong with you?!”

Varian took a slightly defensive stance in case this guy wanted to pull anything and said, “Excuse me, you’re the idiot lurking around in the middle of the night!”

“Really? What are you doing out here?”

Varian hesitated and bit his lip. Couldn’t give that a straight answer. He shrugged and casually fiddled with his bag. “Just out here... Camping.”

Before a word could come out of the blond, Varian asked, “What are YOU doing out here?”

Hugo blinked and tried to brush off that question with his own lie, which Varian saw right through but didn’t comment.

“What’s your name anyway?”

The blond seemed to have thought about his own name before answering, “Viper.”

Varian’s nose wrinkled. Of all the names- Considering this idiot had to think up a lie, Varian held out a hand and combatted with his own lie, “Cassius.”

Hugo paused and scowled. “I’m sorry... CASSIUS? There’s no way in-“

“Please. You literally tried to call yourself, ‘Viper.’ Please don’t pretend ‘Cassius’ is worse than ‘Viper.’ You want a legitimate name from me, I expect you to do the same.”

The stranger tensed as if contemplating his choices, and gave in. “Fine, real names. That means you too.”

Varian wouldn’t want to trust anyone at the moment, not even with his name, but he was getting tired and just wanted to go back to sleep while trusting this stranger wasn’t out for blood.

Varian held out his hand again. “Alright..”

The stranger shook it. “Hugo.”

“Varian.”

The shorter retracted his hand and yawned. “OK, I should get back to my-“

Thunder sounded somewhere close by, and Varian groaned, rubbing his face. With the way his day was going, that rain was definitely headed his way. Hugo looked between the miserable boy and the storm, unsure of what to do. “There’s an inn a few miles down, you should probably head there.”

Varian slipped his bag onto his good arm and muttered, “I’ll go get my stuff.”

Hugo looked back up at the storm. “That’s probably gonna catch me too, so I’m gonna head to the inn with you.”

<•>

Did Hugo plan on paying for the inn? No, of course, he didn’t. Did he plan on pinning the money on this Varian kid? Maybe.

The raccoon on Varian’s shoulder glared at Hugo like it knew his plan. He wasn’t weirded out by the fact that Varian had a raccoon, he had a pet himself named...

Hugo stopped in his tracks and looked around frantically. Varian halted and turned around.

“Hold on; hold on- Where is he?”

Varian looked around and furrowed his brow. He asked, “What?”

“My mouse- My pet mouse, Cheese!”

Varian’s eyes widened.

“He must’ve fallen out of my pocket when SOMEONE knocked me out.”

Varian’s nose wrinkled, and Hugo turned on his heel, running. “I’m gonna go find him!”

Varian yelled after Hugo to slow down and chased after him. The blond skidded to a halt and immediately began to rush around.

Hugo looked around the forest, and Varian did the same. Varian heard a faint whirring noise and followed it. The noise traced to a single bush; Varian moved the branches and found a mouse. Or at least the vague silhouette of a mouse.

Hugo’s mouse?

“HUGO! I found your mouse!”

Hugo rushed over, and- Was that a smile? Varian couldn’t see under all these trees, but he was pretty sure that was a smile... Hugo picked up the tiny creature, and Varian finally got a look at it. Varian was utterly astonished by the fact it was MECHANICAL.

Within the few seconds Varian saw it, it appeared to be fully sentient, and it has little whiskers, a metallic tail, and ears too big for its head. It whirred, and you could hear the faint sound of gears turning within it. It looked utterly bewildered and kind of scared, and Hugo gave it a few pats on the head to comfort it.

Hugo slipped the little guy back into his shirt pocket, and Varian stared at him in awe. “You built that?”

Hugo cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, kind of- sorta- I mean-“

More thunder went off, louder this time, and Hugo pointed skyward, trying to change the subject. (In the least smooth way possible.) “We should go! Rain!”

He started to run away, and Varian groaned, running after him again. “YOU’RE GOING TO EXPLAIN TO ME HOW YOU BUILT THAT!” Ruddiger clearly did not think like that idea.

Hugo called back. “YEAH, SURE, WHATEVER! Hurry before the rain catches up!”

<•>

The rain caught up.

The inn clerk clearly didn’t expect to see two soaked teenagers burst down her door at 1:00 AM with a storm raging outside deliriously laughing, but she didn’t judge. Hugo muttered to himself and grabbed a handkerchief, (dry,) to make sure the water didn’t seep into Cheese’s gears in the back. Varian nervously asked, “How much for one night?”

“40 silva’,” said the woman. “It’ll be 80 if you’re paying him as well.”

Varian was taken aback and double-checked nervously, “F-Forty? Well, ma’am-“

Varian certainly did not have 40 silver coins. He tried to bargain with the lady, but she didn’t budge.

Hugo noticed and bit his cheek. He could totally leave this guy he met who clubbed him to flounder over there and just pretend he only had enough for himself but-

He looked outside at the rain and back at the lady. She didn’t look like the type to care whether or not you had the money and... He looked outside one more time as if weighing the options for the THIRD time today and groaned. He hated doing the right thing.

He took out a tiny bag of coins and dropped on the desk. “Oh, whaddya know, this should be enough to cover the two of us.”

The clerk glared and counted the pieces. Varian breathed a sigh of relief, and the clerk begrudgingly nodded. She handed them a key. “All rooms are full; you’ll have to board together.”

Varian and Hugo glared at each other but took the key. Varian picked up Ruddiger, and they headed up to their room angrily. Varian unlocked the door and placed Ruddiger down. Hugo did the same with Cheese.

Varian tried to twist out all the rain in his hair, and Hugo sat down on a chair.

“So, what were you actually doing outside by yourself?” Hugo asked. “No one camps by themselves while barely knowing how to set up a tent- HEY!”

Varian flicked spare rainwater at him. “Shut up.”

Hugo growled and waved his hand bitterly. “Fine. I’m gonna go dry off...”

He stomped off to the restroom, and Varian huffed. He couldn’t wait to never see this jerk again.

PHEW

#tangled #tangled the series #varian and the seven kingdoms #varian #ruddiger #hugo the human #fic #angst #Smiles of Lies AU

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kwrittink · 5 years ago

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Third Time’s a Charm

Pairing: Jeon JungKook x Reader (Roomate!au)

Genre: PWP (i swear there’s a little plot if you squint)

Warnings: language, explicit intercourse, use of sex toys, overstimulation.

Words: 4k+

BTSin

The first time it had been your own damn fault, you should have learned how to knock by then.

"Hey JungKook, are you awake yet? I need a-" Your speech was halted abruptly as your mouth hanged open at the sight presented in front of you - your own damn fault for not knocking beforehand -, like it was ripped out of your mental cage of wildest dreams.

With a gaped mouth you watched the boy - actually very much a man, even if you refused to admit it - you had as a roommate buck naked on top of his bed, skin glistening with the sheer coat of sweat covering his whole body, eyes closed and face scrunched in pure bliss, completely unaware of his surroundings for the big headphones on his ears playing something loud enough to stop him from noticing your appearance. The air got knocked out of your lungs as your eyes observed his muscles taut and tense, following the lines of his arms to the toy that you blushed when recognizing as the fleshlight you bought him as a joke the previous year tight in his hold, thigh muscles straining as he trusted his thick cock up into the device, little gasps leaving his mouth as he got himself closer to cumming.

It took you a second before you could get over your stunned state and move, using the fact that he couldn't hear you still to twirl on your feet and practically dash out of his room.

Good God. Reaching the kitchen, you looked at the coffee maker sitting on the counter, in very much need of two specially strong hands to take out the stuck piece to function. It had been a good purchase at first, the expresso maker was up to your expectations and you could drink good coffee as if you had just bought it from your favorite coffee shop, only then it was a pain since the only one who knew how to operate it was JungKook. But he's a little preoccupied at the moment... Biting your lower lip you leaned your elbows on the counter, the recent sight plaging your mind again.

No! You shook your head vigorously to chase off the sinful image of what you only thought as your cute flatmate fucking that toy so diligently before you started rubbing your thighs together. Holy fuck this is going to haunt me. Trying to wave off the distressing memory that was ought to be etched to your mind, you decided to start working right away.

"Morning Y/N, what's up?" His voice made you jolt in your seat and you peeked over your notebook to look at his neat form, the sober and simple attire for his half shift at the near cyber library a deep contrast to what your eyes had been tainted with. You were so engrossed with your oggling at his plain black sweater and dark wash jeans - the pair that hugged his strong legs just the right way - that even missed what he asked, only understanding it had to do with the coffee machine.

"What? Oh yeah that thing's stuck. I was about to call you but..." You trailed off, awkwardly pointing to your laptop, receiving a small wince as response, an understanding nod as JungKook straightened up from the kitchen frame, arms crossed in front of your chest.

"The more you need your cup of coffee then," he stated with a smile and you chuckled in agreement. "And since I'm so sweet I'll make it for you before heading out, even leaving a thermos so you can focus better." He said from the kitchen, and as you muttered something along the lines of how he should receive an award, resumed your typing. If only you weren't such a treat for my sanity...

"Really, I don't know what you'd do without me!" His cheerful tone took you once more out of your focus, and you turned to look from where his voice was coming from so loudly, only to find his face millimeters away from yours, cute smile gracing his lips as the placed the steaming mug on the table beside the notebook, away from your clumsy hands. His chin came to rest on your shoulder as he peeked into your work, the rough draft of the report laid out as you edited it into something readable.

His smell was amazing, the fresh scent of his body wash paired up perfectly with the light smell of the mildly sweet cologne he had decided to wear that day. He wasn't one to wear any strong scents after all, usually opting for no cologne actually, so that was a new. After enjoying the pleasant waft emanating from JungKook you looked back to your screen with a sigh. He smelled so innocent that it felt like the biggest lie ever what you had witnessed earlier that morning. "You're always on top of your game huh?" His minty breath blew over your ear as he retreated, and you couldn't help the shudder that ran down your spine.

"Well I'd really like to be," you answered vaguely, fingers hovering the keyboard as you tried to focus back. JungKook scoffed, leaning away from you only to place a hand on the top of your head.

"Yeah, I'm sure you do," his just as vague answer was barely registered before he got up, grabbing his bag and quickly making his way to the door, surely just in time for leaving the house.

The second time you caught JungKook, maybe a couple months later - enough to fade a little the first traumatic episode - it wasn't even your fault. The flat you lived in had a single bathroom, which you shared, any complaints from either side since the both of you were really clean when it came to those things, as much as you cherished privacy. Still, it was careless of him to just leave the door half open like that, but you had seen how rushed he had arrived home, so maybe it just slipped his mind in his hasty state.

Coincidentally, you had to get up minutes later to pick a book from your room, for reference, and casually strolled down the hallway, noticing the creaked bathroom door, mist from the shower seeping out slightly. Shaking your head you sighed, that guy really liked his showers scalding, even in summer time. You didn't mind, since you were a fan of cold showers - it was better to concentrate -, so you had given him all the hot water he wanted.

Your hand touched the knob, about to push the door closed, when from the corner of your eye you saw a movement on the reflection of the mirror. That was something that creeped you out, mirrors. On horror movies those where the things that scared you the most, and that was the only reason your eyes were glued to it, just waiting for something eery to happen. The last thing I need is this apartment to be haunted.

Squinting, you tried to make out whatever was moving, fog clearing out a little as you started to distinguish a silhouette...

Trusting.

"Oh fuck yeah," as on cue, your flatmate grunted, the sound bouncing off the walls straight to your unprepared ears, hairs of your body standing as you shuddered.

Dumbfounded, you could make out his naked back in the mirror, hot water sliding off to - and you were amazed to have such a clear view - his ass, the strong muscles flexing as his hips thrusted forward into - surprise - the fleshlight, hands wrapped around the device as he pushed it flush to the wall, his head leaned to the tiles, hair barely wet, damp bangs glued to his closed eyelids.

You knew you had been staring for far too long as you began to notice the sound the toy made as he fucked into it slowly, the way JungKook bit his lower lip to keep louder sounds at bay and how his breathing was laboured, mouth gaping as he muttered silent curses, pace stuttering as he got himself closer to his release. Yet you didn't move an inch, fingers gripping the doorknob with enough strength that made your fingers hurt, so enchanted by the sight that it took JungKook's voice getting louder - even if just enough to make out what he was saying -, to bring you back from the illusion that you were the one in fact pressed up to the wall by his strong hands, him ramming deep inside of you. Blinking, you took a second to focus back to his head facing the wall, lips pressed to the cold tile as he heaved, completely spent. You, on the other hand were boiling with lust, free hand going immediately to press at your mouth as the attempt to move caused the realization that any friction at that point was welcome with the state of your underwear, even if not nearly as satisfactory as what you truly needed.

The third time - always a charm - thought, you were practically hit on the face with the realization that JungKook was indeed trying to be caught.

When you finally got some days off to yourself - work had been a great way to distract your mind from the images provided by your dear flatmate, even if exhausting you to the core -, another friend of yours wouldn't stop bothering you about going out for drinks and for once go out and have some fun, claiming you looked like someone in dire need of blowing some steam. You had someone to blame for that entirely.

The dawn of the deadline of your report had been chaotic, you had barely had any sleep as it was, a nervous wreck because of the unfinished document and because of the demonic being that once you called a friend gasping his way into the night, door completely ajar, daring you to just walk by - or inside, you weren't sure - as he got himself off.

You were fooled for a second, as you walked past his room in search for hydration - always important to replenish the tears of frustration you had been crying -, noticing that he was for once fully dressed, muttering sweet nothings while sitting on his chair in front of the computer, earbuds in with music playing so loud you could even guess, had you spared the time to focused on that, and not the raging boner JungKook was playing with, one hand firmly gripping at his base, veins popping with the strain of being denied release, the other hand holding the toy, slowly lowering it back and enveloping his girth, breathing out each time the silicone wrapped his whole member. Halting your steps you found yourself feeling the familiar burning on the pit of your stomach, breathing hitched as your eyes couldn't help but stare, since it seemed like that was what JungKook truly wanted that whole time was his blatant disregard for hiding himself something to take note for.

Still, even with JungKook sitting there and practically waving his cock at your face, you still decided to once more ignore the sight in behalf of your sanity and walked away, leaving the boy to his own devices. You needed to pay your shere of the rent.

Maybe the work had indeed driven you crazy.

Maybe it was JungKook, that you had no idea of his intentions, which was confusing as hell and due to being a coward you didn't intend to clear out in the near future.

Maybe it was M*ybelline.

Either way, you turned around and got back inside your room, deeming yourself hydrated enough and definitely needing a break, but using the background noise as fuel to push you further into finishing the damn report. What sexual frustrating didn't do.

And so you did finished your piece, some hours to spare before you really had to send it, having gone through JungKook's barely audible release with an ounce of restrain left in your body before finally collapsing to your bed, closing your eyes with light promises of undisturbed sleep.

"I just wish he'd use me like that fucking toy," you grunted into your pillow, ear glued to your phone while talking to a friend about your worries. You haven't told her a very detailed version of everything you had seen, as to preserve the rest of sanity you still had refraining from reenacting the events up to that morning, but the resume of the whole thing had been quite enough.

"No pun intended huh?" Your friend chuckled and you followed suit, hand covering your eyes in mild embarrassment. "You should just tell him that, thought. By the looks of it, the man dropped a lot of obvious hints till this moment."

You snorted. The fact that the hints were obvious was what had you confused in the first place, because what if you just had been in the wrong - right - place at the wrong - again, right in a way - time? Perhaps JungKook didn't realize you could see him using that thing at those moments and it was just something you were projecting in your mind, the always hidden want you had for your flatmate surfacing with the discovery.

"Yeah, like it's so easy. 'Hey JungKook, can I talk to you for a sec? Yeah so about that toy you seem to use a lot, the one I regret immensely giving you... You think you could just use me as a cum dump instead please?" You mocked, having your friend cackling with the way you were saying things and you had started chuckling too, body rolling face up.

JungKook was standing right beside the bed, eyebrows quirked and a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

"That can probably be arranged, since you asked so nicely," his voice was deep and soft, but loud enough that your friend had heard it too, bidding you a quick goodbye between giggles, that you barely registered. You just laid there, pinned to your bed like a prey ready to be devoured.

"JungKook what... What are you doing here?" Was what you managed to muster, finally sitting up in your bed, glancing at his face with widened eyes. He huffed, pulling you up to a stand, hands sliding down to grip your waist securely flush to his own, jeans doing barely anything to conceal his bulge against your pijama pants. You shuddered, fingers resting on his shoulders for support.

"Making all the moves, apparently." JungKook quipped, leaning down immediately to press his lips to yours without any more to add, drawing a surprised sound from your throat.

One second was all it took for you to melt on his touch, on his arms, on his lips. Eyes fluttering close, you finally understood - not that it would have been this hard for someone with half a sane mind - that he had been really pinning after you, and perhaps you weren't just a silent perv, a peeping tom.

JungKook pulled back just as you were getting really lost in his hold, knees weak and body heating up whole. "Please," he started, voice hoarse as your eyes focused back into his. "Please tell me you meant what you just said. I'm so tired of just imagining this Y/N,"

His breath fanned on your face, the slight scent of alcohol telling you he had been really out for drinks with his friends, but eyes clear and precise, completely sober.

"JungKook I swear to god if you don't fuck me right now-" You on the other hand, was completely drunk on him already, craving his touch after that single taste, needing to be owned by the guy that had been playing with your mind all this time.

Barking a laugh, one of his hands came to cup your face, mouth capturing your lower lip and lightly suckling on it.

"I guess I was too hard on you huh?" Said, pulling back once again, the hand at your hip sliding up your shirt with delicacy, fingers tickling your skin. "I'm sorry but you wouldn't take a fucking hint woman, I had to-"

"Jungkook." You exhaled shakily, the feeling of his fingers tracing underneath your breast making you light-headed. "Enough with the teasing,"

"But that's the fun part," teased, getting a grip of your hair, enough strength to force your head to the side, exposing your neck to his loving pecks. "Or didn't you enjoy watching me getting off, thinking it could be you instead?" At his words you whimpered, eyes closing and relishing on the feeling of the tip of his tongue licking at the sweet spot on your neck.

"You knew I was watching," you gasped, having his fingers drumming over your hardening nipple, his confirmation hum against your skin causing goosebumps all over your body. "You should have said something, JungK-"

Swiftly, JungKook turned around and threw himself to the bed, pulling your body on top of his, thighs parting automatically to straddle his tiny waist.

"I want you," he breathed out, hips buckling up and you gasped, his hands returning to your waist only to slide down further, gripping your rear and forcing your hips into moving on top of his covered, hard cock. "I need you, Y/N. I wanted you to want me to, you know. I couldn't say anything-"

"I always wanted you, silly. I was probably the one that shoved their feelings down first because I thought you didn't like me like this..." You scoffed, bracing yourself on his stomach and grinding down harder, earning a delighted groan.

"I bet that you weren't. You wanna know why I know this?" He questioned, gasping as a particular roll of your hips gave him a little more of good friction. You tilted your head, staring at his lust filled eyes as your underwear kept getting wet, the more you tried to find release on his hard bulge. Manhandling you once more, you saw your world spin as you were put underneath his body, pressed flush to the mattress, JungKook's face inches from yours.

"You wouldn't have given me that stupid toy to begin with, would just have asked me to pound into you like you were just saying," he muttered, hands pushing your shirt up to take hold of your breasts, watching your expression change as he played with them.

"Oh, s-sounds like you liked the idea huh?" You tried to tease back, clawing at his shirt to get rid of that too, but with no success. Your flatmate only looked up at you, eyebrow quirked defiantly.

Like a switch was flipped, his pace became immediately rushed, pulling back to push your body around, hastily ordering you into your stomach, hands gripping your hips tightly and pulling it up, so you were on your knees, ass in the air. You were disorientated as your shorts were pushed down together with the underwear, gasping surprised as you heard the buckle of his belt.

"You're the one that said you wanted to be used as a cum dump right? I'm going to give it to you then," you looked over your shoulder at the guy that could look all sorts of soft and decent, but had this wild glint in his eyes that had you whimpering. "You don't even need foreplay to be fucking dripping, look at that!" And to prove his point, two fingers slid over your labia, drenched and slippery with your juices, tip nudging at your already throbbing clit and drawing a soft moan from you. Not satisfied, he decided for jamming those fingers in your needy pussy, the sudden invasion making you shout, slight pain from the stretch mixed with increased arousal.

"With the toy I could slide right up tho, but you're so tight for me, what should we do?" His voice was thick, feeling you clench around his fingers as he moved them, moans filling the silence.

"Just ram into me Kook, use me like that toy, fu-fuck me!" You practically begged, hearing him curse at your words, and next hung you knew, he was already lined to your entrance, ready to enter.

"Who would have thought you're so dirty? Giving me this - shit so tight - pussy to use how I want to huh?" As he spoke, started pressing his cock in steadily, knocking the air out of your lungs as he bottomed, tip flush to your cervix. "You're so big inside of me, holy sh-" you stated, buckling your hips back to push him into moving, the mix of the pain and pleasure so gratifying that you couldn't stop making noise.

The praise went straight to his cock, and in no time JungKook started a deep and hard pace, pounding into you, iron grip to your waist. The feeling was amazing, knowing he was getting off with you much more pleasant than whatever show he had put on for you to get off to later on.

"That toy has nothing on you fuck," said, as his hips stuttered, apparently too close too soon for his release. He didn't seem to mind though, keeping the same harsh pace, your walls clenching around him, just starting to feel the orgasm building up. "So tight, I'm- Shit I'm cumming,"

The warning came late, as you could feel his warm seed filling you up - not even minding to ask if he could, but you had a feeling he either didn't care or knew you were on the pill - winding down a little on your own arousal, thinking he was finished. It was hot to have your wish fulfilled, but the need to cum would stay there anyways. A pity, but maybe that could be done next time?

You were waiting for him to catch his breath and pull out, but JungKook just gasped as he kept himself inside, rutting into you until - you guessed - he wasn't so sensitive anymore. "Gonna fuck my cum in this pussy, make you my cum dump just as you said you wanted." And with that he began thrusting into you again, immediately rekindling the flame in the pit of your stomach as you moaned with his words, walls squeezing his barely softened cock.

Soon he felt rock hard again, dick throbbing inside of you, JungKook's breathing ragged as he forced himself into yet another orgasm in a quicker speed, moves slightly shallow. The slick and squelching sounds of every thrust was only adding tightness to the knot in your stomach, but still not having enough to snap it.

Your writhing must have gave you away, cause next thing JungKook was pulling out and positioning you once more to your back, hands gripping your thighs and pushing them apart, eyes going from your center to your face. You whimpered, urging him back inside, but he just leaned to kiss you once more, mouth still dry from cumming.

"I'm sorry, I know you're close but I want to see you cumming, see how you look as I give you an orgasm." And that was enough to make you shove down any complaints you could have for being edged twice already, only biting at his lower lip in retaliation.

"Go in t-then, you got me so close already JungKook," you admitted, heaving as he slid back in.

"Shit I love how you say my name, I-"

He couldn't finish, the intensity of the feelings cutting him short, lower lip caged between his teeth. Rolling back to his knees, his eyes were trained to your point of connection as he fucked into you, entranced.

The position was exactly what you needed, his tip repeatedly digging into your spot, your moans loud at first, only to turn into silent screams. "JungKook, oh I'm so close please,"

"I’m close too baby, look at me, I'm about to spill," and as you peeled your eyes open and stared at him, face flush and sweaty, hair sticking to his forehead and eyes on fire, gasping your name, that was enough to shoot you straight to your end, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

You couldn't think, only feel as he once more painted your walls with his seed, helping you through the orgasm with slow thrusts.

But he didn't stop, even when you were just shaking, bordering oversensitivity. "Ah sh- it's too much oh-" your hands went to grip his arm as you whimpered, getting down of your high with heavy breathing.

"I got you Y/N, will fell - fuck - will feel amazing in a minute, promise - just one more m'kay?" He pressed his chest down to yours, capturing your lips and muffling your whines, before burying his head on the crook of your neck, sucking bruises on your skin as he got over his own high sensibility.

And true to his words, your walls got used to the feeling of JungKook rutting slowly, clit finally being stimulated by his pelvic bone, and you just knew that orgasm he was building inside of you would be the last, by how quick it was coming. JungKook seemed to notice, by the fluttering of your pelvic floor, humming dirty words in your ear to egg you on.

"That's it, good right? You're going to cum for me again hm? I'll fill you up good one last time too, this pussy leaking with my cum, since it's mine, right?"

You had to swallow and try to wet your dry lips before responding with a nod. "Yes, it's yours to fill Kook, all yours ah-" with your words he pushed in as deep as he could, bringing you enough stimulation to make you cum again, slow but intense waves that tipped him to the edge as well, and by the surprised gasp he let out, he wasn't expecting it too.

When he finally pulled out and laid by your side, you were utterly and completely spent. "Jesus Jeon, I think you broke me," you grinned, letting your body be pulled to his chest, not even minding the whole mess leaking between your legs. It only made it feel more real.

"I think I broke myself too, to be honest." He snickered, face leaning to kiss the top of your head. You chuckled too, burying your head to his sweaty chest, relishing on his warm hold.

Silence installed itself on the room, and you were almost falling asleep, when you heard his voice again.

"So... This means I can throw away that stupid toy?"

You snorted, looking up with a smile at his unsure expression. "If you don't I'll make sure to burn it tomorrow."

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whitesparrows97 · 5 years ago

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A Thousand Springs – Part 2

Pairing: BTS x Reader/OT7 x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Violence, angst

Word Count: 3.4K

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(picture credit: photograph by Mok Jung Wook for TIME Magazine)

On the way home, you and Taehyung talked about God and the world. You found yourself leading the conversation and you were surprised at how comfortable you felt in his presence and shared so much about your life. During the whole time he listened eagerly and asked every now and then if he wanted to know something more about a specific topic. The ten minutes were much too short and you sighed as you stood in front of your apartment.

“Do you live on your own?” Taehyung asked as he looked up at the grey building and you shook your head.

“I live with my best friend. She was at the club with me today, I have to text her that I have already gone home. She is probably worried,” you replied and made a note in the back of your head so you wouldn’t forget.

It was quiet for a moment and you watched Taehyung looking at all that was around you. He looked at everything but you.

“It’s late and you must be tired after what happened with that guy,” the blond started while he was still staring at the floor. You took his defensive attitude as a sign that it was time to say goodbye.

As slowly as you could, you took his jacket off your shoulders and held it out to him, all so that you could spend a few more moments with him. He accepted it with a short “thank you” and kept it in his hand.

“Very well,” you said and let the sentence hang in the air. You were unsure where his sudden change of mood came from and feared you might have frightened him away with your monologue on the way home.

That would be it, he probably thought you were an egocentric, conceited girl who loved to talk about herself. But it wasn’t like that at all. Now you realized you hadn’t even asked about his life. However, he had seemed so interested in your story that there was a subliminal feeling in you that he didn’t want to tell much about himself.

“Thanks again, Taehyung. If there’s any way I can reciprocate…” You had never been in a situation where you found another person so interesting that you would have been interested in a date. That’s why it was all the more difficult for you to put even one clear sentence into words.

“It goes without saying, Y/N. You really don’t have to thank me for that,” he replied and finally looked at you again with that rectangular grin. Yet you noticed it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Whatever you say, Taehyung.” Slowly you got cold again, but you tried to hide it as well as you could. You wouldn’t like to go back to your apartment just now.

“Good night, Y/N,” Taehyung said goodbye and gave you another smile before turning around and quickly walking away. He didn’t even wait for an answer from you and the comforting feeling in your stomach had turned into something that felt like a heavy, big block of ice.

You stood there for a moment and looked after him. When he turned around a corner and disappeared from your field of vision, you finally had the feeling that you could free yourself from your stare. If only you’d been a little braver and asked him directly for his number. You would have had nothing to lose but a possible rejection. Even that wouldn’t have been tragic, because you most likely would never have seen him again, but at least you would have been certain.

While you were stomping up the stairs to the third floor, you imagined how the situation could have gone better. But any daydreams were in vain and you had to admit to yourself that you would, as thought before, most likely never see him again. Frustrated you threw your bag into the corner of your room and dropped yourself on your bed.

You didn’t realize how someone you had only recently met could have settled so deeply in your head. But as you slowly pulled yourself together to get ready for bed, you realized that he had not only settled in your head, but also in your heart.

You didn’t believe in love at first sight, not by a long shot. Glances were so meaningless because they were only focused on the appearance. But people were much more than just their shell that everyone saw. And wasn’t it much better to fall in love with someone because you knew all sides of them that were usually denied to most people? Your whole life so far you had thought so, but as you slowly drifted off into a dreamless sleep, you realized that attitudes and opinions could change overnight.

You woke up from an unpleasant pressure on your neck and blinked in an attempt to see more in the dark. You quickly noticed the silhouette huddling above you and that the pressure on your neck came from two strong hands that strangled your air supply.

You panicked and tried to get out of the blanket, but you had wrapped yourself in it like a butterfly cocoon. At least you could still move your hands, which shot up and pulled on the other pair. But it did rather the opposite and the person squeezed even harder.

Your lungs were burning by now and hot tears were running down your face. In your ears you heard your own blood rushing and your vision was already fading. Quickly more and more black dots appeared at the edge of your view.

You could barely see the silhouette leaning down to you and whispering something in your ear. “I promised you I’d see you again, Y/N.”

Soaked in sweat, you woke up and struggled for air. Your hands slipped to your neck, where you could swear you could still feel the two strong hands. Your neck hurt and your eyes were sticky, so you had trouble seeing something in your usually so familiar room.

It was daytime, that was the first thing you realized. The morning sun shone through the blinds in your room and cast long shadows through the room. You still had problems with your orientation because you had the feeling that the room would spin. You hadn’t dreamed so intensely for a long time, but when you thought about last night, it didn’t really surprise you.

Your head had tried to process the events, you tried to talk to yourself as you slowly sat up in bed. Besides the sore throat, your entire chest area hurt as if you had run a marathon the evening before. That’s exactly why you drank alcohol so infrequently. It did something to your body, which may have created a relaxed and pleasant mood that same evening. But there were only a few mornings after that when you didn’t regret it right away.

At least you had thought last night to put a bottle of water by your bed, which you now drank with thirst. It hurt, but you immediately noticed an improvement and made your way to the bathroom. Maybe you could wash off last night’s leftovers with a nice warm shower.

As the hot water pelted down on you, your thoughts drifted back to Taehyung. You had hoped to dream about him, but unfortunately there seemed to be only room for one handsome, if scary, guy. Sighing, you turned off the water and with it your thoughts of the blond one.

When you looked in the mirror, your heart missed a beat.

Slowly your fingers glided over your jaw to your neck, where they stopped for a moment. Most of the skin beneath them was purple-blue, in the outer areas it tended to turn greenish. But the color didn’t really scare you. It was the fact that you could see every single fingerprint of a big hand more than clearly.

When your eyes met the eyes in the mirror, you felt like you were back in the bathroom at the club. What you saw in your own eyes went far beyond fear. You felt panic and incomprehension rising inside you. The whole thing had been just a dream, right? There could be no plausible explanation for how David got into your apartment. Maybe the dream had just been so realistic that you had strangled yourself in the dream.

This had to be it.

At least you kept telling yourself so you would not have a panic attack. The best you could do is talk to Alison about what happened. She had the talent to always keep a cool head and give the right advice. You’d let her sleep in and then talk to her in peace.

With this plan in mind, you made your way back to your room to put something comfortable on. You had absolutely no intention of taking one step outside of the apartment today. That’s why you chose plain black sweatpants and a hoodie, which fortunately concealed the worst of the strangulation marks. Freshly showered, with brushed teeth and comfortable clothes on you felt like a human being again and you almost forgot the marks on your neck. Almost.

If there hadn’t been the laughter of your best friend and roommate, who let you pause in your movement. Again you could hear her laughing and a little quieter you could make out a male laugh. It was nothing new that Alison was having male guests at night, but the second time this morning your blood was freezing in your veins.

You burst your door open and stormed into the hallway leading to the kitchen, hoping all the time that your suspicion would not be confirmed. But as soon as you opened the door and were completely out of breath in the door frame, your breath got stuck in your throat.

David, who had threatened you the night before and almost strangled you in the night, now stood by the stove with Alison and seemed to be cooking something. In one hand he held a spatula, the other hand had clasped your best friend’s hip tightly and pulled her close to him.

Both had turned their backs to you so that you could briefly collect yourself and your thoughts. You were directly aware of what he was trying to do. If he could use Alison as leverage against you…

“Oh, hey, Y/N! I’m sorry, did we wake you up?” the dark haired girl asked when she saw you, still standing in the doorway, breathing heavily.

David also turned around and Alison was lucky that her focus was on you and she missed the wicked grin David tossed at you.

“Um, no, I... I-” you started while your hands were clenched to fists in the pockets of your sweatpants to stop the tremor. “It’s all good. I was already awake,” you finally brought out and you were glad when David turned back to the food.

“I was worried about you. Did you get home safe last night?” Alison wanted to know as she approached you and carefully held you by your upper arms. “Usually you don’t leave without telling me first.”

You breathed in and out deeply once. “I know, I’m sorry, Ali. I didn’t feel so good yesterday, I probably just couldn’t stand the drink,” you lied and the feeling of guilt immediately rose up in you.

Alison, however, didn’t seem to notice your lie and smiled at you. “Well, that’s good, then. David’s making breakfast. Why don’t you join us for some? After that you will feel better,” she suggested and rejoined the tall dark-haired man. He used the spatula to lift something out of the pan that looked a lot like pancakes. Though you hadn’t eaten since yesterday noon, you didn’t feel like eating at all.

You had to get out of here, out of the apartment. Away from David.

Before you knew it and without a thought of consequences, you turned on your heel and left the kitchen as quickly as you could. While putting on shoes and grabbing your key and phone, you shouted over your shoulder to Alison that you needed some fresh air and would get something to eat on the way.

But even when the door behind you fell into the lock, the pressure on your chest did not release. Not even when you stormed down the stairs and tried to take several steps at once, almost falling down the entire staircase. And not even when you were out of breath in front of your favorite cafe, which was less than five minutes down the street.

You needed caffeine to finally get clarity into those foggy thoughts. Since you first saw David yesterday, it seemed as if a haze had covered your head. It stopped you from thinking concrete thoughts and you already felt a buzzing in your temples. Whether this came from stress or alcohol, however, you could not say.

“Y/N! The usual?” Sebastian greeted you, who stood behind the counter and reached for the cup without even waiting for your answer.

“Yes, but please double the caffeine,” you replied as you supported yourself with your elbows on the counter.

“Long night?” he asked directly while he was making your coffee.

You just laughed for a second. “You could say that.”

You took a quick look at the cafe and noticed that it was almost empty.

“Maybe it has something to do with two men standing across the street watching you?” Sebastian asked so nonchalantly that you could only stare at him for a moment in perplexity.

He put your finished drink in front of you on the counter and looked at you for a moment before he asked: “Would you like to use the back exit? I’ll tell them you’re in the bathroom, if they ask.”

You’ve never been so happy to meet Sebastian all these months ago as you are now. You even managed a sincere smile when you had to force your legs to go to that back exit.

You didn’t even turn around, but you didn’t have to. You had been naive and stupid to think David would act alone. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Whatever he wanted, he’d get it.

Just in time the suggestion of Sebastian came, because the very moment you arrived at the end of the hall and stood in front of said back door, you heard the little bell of the door announcing a new guest.

All you could hear were the muffled voices of the men as you were already out the door. Immediately the cool air hit you and a gust of wind blew your hair in your face and covered your field of vision for a moment.

A loud bang behind you made you flinch when the door fell loudly into the lock. That must have been the blast of wind, yet you took a quick look over your shoulder and looked straight into a man’s brown eyes.

A moment passed, in which you considered the possibility of how great your chances were if you started running right now.

A rustling of clothes made you turn your head back and immediately forget the thought of escape. The back exit led into a dead end, at one end of which there were large garbage containers and at the other end four men had spread out, blocking the way to the street. With the man behind you it was five, and provided that the two men who had just entered the cafe were among them, it was seven against one.

Realization hit you and you dropped your head. “What do you want from me?” you asked and you wondered if they had even heard you, so quiet was your voice.

For a long moment nobody said anything and you were about to repeat your question before one of the men answered. “You are in danger. We’re here to protect you.”

You glanced up and looked at the man who had just spoken. He had broad shoulders, black hair and full lips. His look was full of worry and you wished so much that you could believe him. But you wouldn’t be so naive again.

“You don’t have to make any false promises, I’ll come with you and give you whatever you want from me,” you said and you could clearly hear your despair in your voice. “But please, don’t hurt Alison. Why I’m so important or whatever you want, she has nothing to do with it. Let your friend know I’ll cooperate, as long as you promise me she won’t get hurt.”

You looked around and met confused faces. The man who had stood behind you a moment ago stepped forward and stood before you. You turned your eyes away, closed your eyes and hoped it would be over quickly.

Full of surprise, you flinched as a thumb gently stroked your cheek and turned your face gently towards him. When you opened your eyes, it struck you to talk, so close he was to you. A few strands of his grey hair fell in his face and you could see every single sprinkler of color in his eyes. You noticed that it had many golden nuances, which were accentuated even more by the dark brown. Just like David’s…

“We’re not here to hurt you. On the contrary, we want to protect you, Y/N,” he said and his voice sounded like velvet. Immediately a warm feeling rose up inside you.

“How… Why do you know my name?” you asked frowning and it was hard for you to concentrate on something because the gentle touch on your cheek almost drove you crazy.

“Because I told them,” suddenly a deep voice appeared and your head snapped to your right.

You saw the blond man directly, joining the others with a smaller, dark-haired man.

“Taehyung?” you asked in disbelief and stepped aside, towards him. “Wh-What are you doing here?”

“Listen, Y/N,” he ignored your question as he approached you with his arms outstretched. Shortly before you he stopped and laid his hands on your shoulders. As he let his thumbs circle slightly, your heart stopped for a moment and you had to pull yourself together to concentrate on his words.

“These are my friends, they’re like brothers to me. We’ll take you away from here and to a place where you’re safe,” he explained, but you just shook your head.

“I can’t do that, Taehyung. David kept his promise and almost strangled me that night. He was in our apartment this morning, and now he’s-“ The rest of the sentence got stuck in your throat when you thought about what you had done about ten minutes ago.

“Y/N? What’s the matter?” Taehyung asked anxiously and bent down closer to you to look you straight in the eye.

“I left Alison alone with him,” was the only thing you brought out. Before one of the men could answer, the silence was interrupted by your phone, which loudly signaled an incoming call. With trembling hands you fished it out of your pocket and breathed a sigh of relief as the display showed the name of your best friend.

“Alison, I’m so glad you're okay! Please, listen to me for a moment-“ But you didn’t get any further, because you were interrupted by a deep male voice at the other end of the phone.

“Y/N, how nice to hear your voice. You left so quickly this morning, I didn’t even get a chance to talk to you in private.”

“David,” was all you could bring out and you noticed how empty your voice sounded.

“Your little friend is all right, for now,” he said and his voice started to sound threatening. “You listen to me now,” he started and you held your breath. “I’m gonna give you exactly five minutes to show up at your apartment. If you can’t make it in that time, for whatever reason, I can’t promise you’ll see Alison again.” He gave a brief laugh. “At least not the way you used to know her.”

“David! What are you going to do? I’m on my way, but please,” you began, but then you heard that the line was already dead.

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luna-almighty-god · 4 years ago

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Comfort a Little Dream N°8 [I don't know what I like better between suffering and dying.]

This story is obviously not canonical, please do not refer to it if you are looking for canonical information.

Careful, there are explicit scenes in this story (violence) !Have a good read!

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First Chapter

Previous Chapter

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Underlust was not the most pleasant place to live, Dream had always known that. The signs were multiple: a lot of negativity came from this world, and the dreams of the inhabitants were ... hard to watch. Very hard to look at. The young caretaker had already found himself giving dreams that he himself didn't want to describe, so ashamed of what he had created. But he had continued to give birth to dreams that he hated, simply because it made other people happy. People who perhaps didn't deserve to be happy after all...

He shook his head. No, he couldn't think like that. Everyone deserved to be happy. Didn't they? What was he supposed to think now... ? Now that he'd faced the harsh reality? He didn't know. He didn't want to know anymore. He didn't want to go back into anyone's dreams for a while, let alone the dreams of the Undertlust.

And Underlust was worse than he imagined. Ink had warned him several times, telling him not to go there physically because it could go wrong, and Dream had obeyed him without hesitation, believing that he didn't need to set foot there anyway, that going into dreams was more than enough.

Yeah, he should have settled for dreams...

The streets were crowded, full of monsters laughing loudly, jostling without deigning to apologize, reeking of alcohol, cigarettes and drugs. All this mixed together gave a certain headache to the poor Dream who could barely keep up with the march, looking for Dust, Horror or Nightmare eyes, for fear of getting lost in this oppressive crowd.

But he couldn't see them anymore. Panic gripped him as he turned his head in all directions, not understanding how he had lost them so quickly. He tried to concentrate on their magic, but was lost when he was hit again. He grimaced as the pain in his arm woke up, only intensifying his anguish a little more, and he thought he was cracking when a wandering hand slipped across his buttocks.

But this hand did not remain for long: its owner screamed in terror, collapsing to the ground groaning in pain, holding his arm, which had just been broken at a perfectly abnormal angle. Dream held his breath, frightened ... before feeling a familiar hand grasping his arm. He turned to his brother who had joined him and shot the wounded monster with his eyes:

"Don't walk away from me. »

He pulled him into the crowd, managing to pull them out of there and into a quieter alley where Dust and Horror were waiting for them. Nightmare stopped, turned to Dream and examined it carefully, afraid that something worse than the wandering hand might have happened to him.

“Are you gonna be okay, Dream?” Horror asked softly.

The man nodded feverishly, but he was clearly not well in this world of debauchery. Nightmare gave Dust a look, a hesitant look that was understood as 'I don't know what to do, help me'. Dust in turn approached Dream and gently put a hand on his head, gently caressing him with a comforting smile:

“Don't worry, the rest of the night's gonna be a lot different.”

He took him by the hand and led him to a rather remote house, far from the bustle of the city. Nightmare held back a grunt: he wanted Dust to help him, but he wasn't sure he appreciated the strange closeness between him and his brother.

Horror was the first to knock at the house, a huge smile appearing on his face as hurried footsteps were heard inside the house. Dream was surprised, looking with curiosity at the cannibal's attitude, feeling the joy and excitement that was climbing inside him at a crazy speed...

Until the door opens, making it reach the climax.

Lust threw him out of the house, right into the arms of Horror, knocking him over and collapsing in the snow, before the astonished eyes of Dream.

A great burst of laughter resounded, a soft, crystalline laugh. Lust stood up, radiant with joy, on all fours over Horror that he was devouring with his eyes:

“Hello, darling, you're late!”

Horror's smile grew much bigger and he rose abruptly, taking the purple skeleton in his arms and spinning it while holding it close to him:

"Plum! I missed you! »

The concerned one laughed again and came to kiss him passionately.

Dream widened his eyes. He looked at Dust yawning, obviously used to such a spectacle, before turning to Nightmare who looked away with some uneasiness, then he returned to Horror and Lust who were finishing kissing.

“Y ... You're... ?” he stammered shyly, not knowing what to say.

Plum turned to him and opened his eyes wide:

“Dream?! Wow, I didn't recognize you!”

But his face suddenly became much more worried. Confusedly, he looked at the bad guys:

“Um... Wait, I didn't know anything... You took it off again? I told you I wasn't part of your plan anymore!

- We didn't kidnap him, Horror replied. There was... some trouble.

- Worries that don't concern you.” cut Nightmare cold before going into the house.

Lust raised an eyebrow, looked again at Dream who had come to cower behind Dust, trembling. The fragility of the guardian of dreams struck him immediately, gripping his soul more than usual. He approached him gently and approached with a tender smile:

“I hope these fools don't treat you too badly... Anyway you're welcome in my house!”

Dream hesitated for a little while before finally moving away from Dust, to give a feverish smile back to Plum who was even nicer than he remembered. Eventually they all entered the house and the caretaker felt much more at ease.

This house had nothing to do with the outside, not even with his brother's castle. It was a place with a pleasant smell of flowers and warm colours. The floor was heated, an aperitif was placed on the coffee table in front of the TV and the same TV was broadcasting the music videos of the multiverse in the background.

Dream let out a sigh of comfort, relaxing completely in this quiet atmosphere. He shivered, however, when Dust put a hand on his shoulder:

“Will you come and sit down?”

He gently nodded his head and let the taller one lead him to the couch where they both settled down, while Nightmare settled into a recessed chair and Horror and Lust went into the kitchen.

Dream immediately riveted his eyes on the television screen, afraid to meet his brother's gaze. But his brother was getting heavy on the feverish shoulders of the little dream. An intense look, too intense, which did not leave him, which analysed him, which gave him an unpleasant burning sensation.

No, Dream didn't understand this sudden interest in his person, this special attention his brother had been paying to him since his death.... crisis. No, he didn't understand how the prince of nightmares could suddenly change his attitude, trying to protect him from other dangers. In the end, however, it was not so surprising: Nightmare was possessive. Perhaps he wanted to protect Dream only because he aspired to kill it with his own hands?

But in this case, why didn't he do it before? Out of pity, guilt? What a vulgar joke, the prince of nightmares helping the keeper of good feelings...

But what good feelings, when he himself could no longer feel them?

Dust's hand made him jump again. He turned away from his thoughts and turned to his neighbour, who covered him with a serious look. Much too serious. As if he could guess his deepest thoughts.

Dream shivered, wanted to get away from him but held back. He restrained himself when his comrade offered him a drink, gave him a very slight smile. He swallowed his saliva, not understanding why this smile had such an effect on him, such a warm feeling in his stomach.

He accepted the glass feverishly, didn't ask himself the slightest question as he slowly took a sip.

The taste of alcohol made him tense. He didn't like it. He hated it. The bitter taste, too bitter, too strong, that made his head spin in a very unpleasant way. He usually avoided it as much as possible, but tonight ... tonight he allowed himself another sip, then a third.

He let the liquid drain down his throat, gently burning it from the inside.

But the suffering was so minimal compared to what was being inflicted on him up to that point... So minimal that it almost became a pleasure. As if the spirit of the little dream was mocking, taking down this suffering that wasn't really a suffering, as if it sneered, "Ahah, I've been through worse, you can't have me!"

Taken by a desire to defy this pain, to take his limits from above, he finished his glass in one last sip, to return the container to Dust with a look that meant "I want some more".

Dust gauged him for a moment with his eyes before his smile grew larger. He served his young comrade again with great pleasure, ignoring the threatening look that Nightmare had on his face.

Dream's mind quickly fogged up. He was no longer really aware of what was going on around him, only vaguely understood that Horror and Lust had come back into the living room and were chatting with Dust, exchanging words that the caretaker didn't understand, laughing at times without when Dream was fully certain.

The guardian of good emotions simply let himself go in the couch, savouring his third glass of this alcohol which he didn't have the name of, but which seemed to do him good with each sip.

When he had finished that third glass, he felt as if he was floating, as if he had become lighter. He held his glass out in front of him, towards the silhouette he recognized as Dust. He liked Dust. Dust was nice, very nice... The proof was that Dust poured him a fourth time, and it was with an uncontrolled laugh that Dream drank his new drink.

Nightmare frowned:

“Dust, don't tighten it any more.”

But his subordinate ignored him to serve a fifth glass. The negative prince's tentacles became nervously agitated as their owner tensed up a little more, not appreciating the glow he perceived in Dust's eyes. A gleam of anger and defiance, as if the other was trying to push him over the edge.

“Dream has the right to have as much fun as we do.” Dust simply replied.

But that wasn't what Nightmare was thinking, Nightmare knew that. He knew his subordinate: even he wasn't vicious enough to dare to get someone drunk against his will.

“Do you think he's having fun? replied the master. He's on the brink, and you're pushing him further into it by serving him like this!

- So what does it matter to you? Yet it was you who sought to destroy it.”

Nightmare froze, as did Horror and Lust. The latter two hadn't said a word when they noticed the tension between their two comrades, and Dust's last line had ended the atmosphere.

Nightmare's appendages got a little more agitated.

“Yes, I was trying to destroy it.

- You're the one who pushed him over the edge.”

Another slap in the face for the prince of nightmares who was becoming increasingly confused and annoyed by his henchman's attitude. What exactly was Dust looking for? He wanted to make him regret it, to make him face his mistakes when he KNEW that Nightmare was already prey to deep guilt, hatred and anger towards himself? And what was the point of making Dream drink? Was it to preserve the young guardian, that he didn't become aware of their brutal exchange?

Even if they did, Nightmare couldn't let that happen. He couldn't let Dram drink knowing that his brother hated it. Knowing that his brother would probably feel much worse the next day, when he would wake up with an unbearable hangover and a deep regret for having let himself go.

Because Dream didn't like to let go. He had never been taught to relax, to let go, to think about himself and not about his responsibilities.

“I'm taking him back.” Nightmare coldly let go of Nightmare as he stood up, retrieving his twin who could barely keep his eyes open, completely exhausted from the alcohol that had drained what little energy he had.

Dust remained silent, reluctant to start a fight which he was sure to lose in a home that was not his own, at the risk of further hurting the little dream that was drowsing.

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Nightmare appeared in his room in a snap. If the return trip had been without the slightest problem, the arrival in his home changed his brother's behaviour: Dream began to gesticulate vehemently, trying to escape the tentacles that held him firmly while moaning plainly.

“Stop it.” Weighed the master of the house, who certainly wasn't in the mood to deal with a whim, as he tried to undress his brother to put him to bed.

Dream wiggled more beautifully, emitting nothing but squeaks and semblance of incomprehensible sentences. His eyes veiled by alcohol didn't even seem to distinguish where he was or with whom, but it was clear that he didn't appreciate being deprived of his movements.

Nightmare sighed again, realizing that he would achieve nothing with this method. He decided to drop his twin - more or less gently - on the bed, before the twin whimpered and rolled into a ball in the blanket. The prince of nightmares raised a perplexed eyebrow, tidying his tentacles to approach the bed:

“Dream?”

Another squeak. This time, the master of the house had a twinge in his heart, especially when he saw his brother trembling under the duvet. He was terrified. Terrified of Nightmare's presence, even if he didn't do anything to him.

The prince of negativity came and sat down gently on the bed, put a hand on his brother's back and guessed his brother through the duvet:

“Dream, you need to get into your pajamas. You can't sleep like that.”

A short silence during which Nightmare slowly rubbed the back of his cadet, in a timid attempt to calm him down. Finally, Dream took out his face, casting a misty look at his brother, before simply pulling himself out of the blanket to find himself sitting on the mattress as well. Seeing that he wasn't making any more gestures, the owner went back to his original goal, which was to undress his brother.

He removed the purple jacket gently but did not hesitate to throw it to the ground without the slightest respect. The sight of these clothes disgusted him, even more so when they were worn by his brother. These clothes... These clothes reminded him of too many memories, too many things that were long gone, too bitter things that he preferred to forget. To tell the truth, he didn't even know why he had kept them, let alone why he had left them to Dream.

He held back a growl, not wishing to frighten his younger brother again, who had closed his eyes, just about to fall asleep. He let his phalanges run over the blue shirt, removing one by one each button before removing it fully, to send him to join the jacket.

And Nightmare froze.

Oh, he'd already had a chance to see his brother's body. Many, many times. He had seen him a few days before, when he was treating him and changing his bandages. Yet tonight, in the faint moonlight, the body seemed even more fragile than before, as if his brother's bones had become porcelain, glass that could be broken by a touch. The wounds were not healing well, the bruises did not go away, and Nightmare cursed herself. Oh, yes, he cursed himself for being the cause of most of his wounds.

It was an automatism, a reflex, to slide his fingers over an old, very old scar on one of his ribs. A gesture that sent a shiver down the spine of the guardian of dreams, making him open his eyes in surprise.

“N-Night...?”

First understandable word from Dream. First word that froze Nightmare, the petrifying stupor. 'Night'...., the nickname given to him by his childhood brother. The nickname was full of love, which showed their complicity. That nickname...

“...how can you still call me that...?” the corrupt being whispered, his voice trembling without him noticing.

His gaze still wandered through the wounded body, as he felt a horrifying desire to cry taking hold of his soul. His phalanges rested on his brother's hips, with a delicacy that he did not know himself.

“... Dream.... I'm sorry…”

A sob escaped him in spite of himself:

“I'm so sorry…”

He clenched his teeth, closing his eye to keep his tears from coming out. His forehead came to rest against his brother's bare shoulder. He tightened his grip on his little body, slipped his hands behind his back to hold him tight, to feel the little golden soul beat weakly.

“...you should never have had to go through all this, ....you didn't deserve this....!”

What a prick he'd been, what a fucking prick he'd been! A jerk, the worst brother, the worst monster of the multiverse! Nightmare would've probably continued to insult each other for a long time, would've probably hurt his physical integrity... if Dream hadn't stopped him, hadn't hugged him.

The master of the house opened his eyes. His twin responded to his embrace as forcefully as he could, but not without violent tremors:

“... N-Night.... Don’t cry Night.....”

This wave of kindness, this attention that Dream paid to him, had the gift of striking a fatal blow to the master of nightmares who melted into tears, burying his face in his neck. In this strange clear darkness, Dream and Nightmare mingled with cruel sadness.

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Nightmare hadn't noticed he'd fallen asleep. Perhaps his anguish towards his brother had exhausted him far more than he had let on, pushing him to fall asleep with his twin, keeping him close to him while he plunged into a sleep devoid of dreams and nightmares, not even allowing him to do his job as a guardian.

No, he had not noticed how tired he was, how his mind had finally lost itself in the meanders of unconsciousness. He had not noticed anything ... until a scream woke him up, roughly dragged him out of his sleep and brought him back to reality.

He opened his eyes, his senses on the lookout, without making the slightest movement, while he felt his appendages vibrating in his back, ready to attack the slightest enemy. But they calmed in the moment when, from the corner of his eye, Nightmare saw his brother.

Dream had once again sat down, went through intense spasms as he grabbed his skull, unconsciously scratching himself, his eyes wide open in terror, and the ghastly breath. This vision petrified the nightmare master, who only had the presence of mind to act when his brother let go of his skull to make his soul appear.

Nightmare knew immediately that he had to intervene.

His tentacles spun towards his brother, grabbed his wrists suddenly, forcing him to release the little golden soul.

“LET GO OF ME!”

Dream's scream made him shudder, but he didn't let go. He didn't understand what he was taking from his brother: had he had a nightmare?

“GET OFF ME NOW! DON'T! FUCKING NIGHTMARE !”

The master of the place hiccupped, destabilized by the sudden wave of negativity he perceived, which almost made him bend.

“Dream, calm down, it was only a...! - I HAVE TO DESTROY IT! NOW!”

Dream violently bit a tentacle, surprising his twin who slightly loosened his grip under the pain. The guardian of dreams used this opening to struggle, reaching out his hand towards his soul, which he grasped without the slightest delicacy, pushing his phalanges into it, ignoring the wave of suffering that turned his stomach. His desperate voice rose again:

“I MUST DESTROY IT! OR ELSE... BREAK....! EVERYBODY GO....!”

He squeezed harder, breathing faster and faster, much too fast, caught in a painful coughing fit when a cracking sounded, a slight crack formed on the golden surface.

Nightmare slammed him violently against the bed, making him yelp with surprise, before his tentacle almost broke his wrist, forcing him to let go of the little battered soul. The Prince of Darkness threw himself upon the poor inverted heart, brought it back against him in panic, looking with horror at his brother screaming for death and continuing to struggle :

“DESTROY IT! DESTROY IT! - - Dr.... - LET ME DIE!”

Nightmare was seized with a cold sweat as he became livid. His own soul seemed to crack at the vision. There was nothing he could say, nothing he could do. Just stand there, helpless, watching his twin struggling like a demented being, a being who had lost all consciousness. And in his trembling palm he felt the little golden soul palpitating, struggling against negativity. The negativity that he thought he was dealing with but which was coming back even stronger to devour his brother.

The black apples were trying to corrupt the guardian of good emotions.

Nightmare hardly swallowed his saliva. Never before had he felt so feverish, so helpless in the face of a situation.

Tenderly he began to pamper the little soul, to make little circles with his thumb to caress it, to calm it, to limit and suck up some of this parasitic darkness. His own magic began to work, trying to attract negativity towards him. But ....it was far too strong, even for him.

Nightmare felt faint. He felt himself faltering as the hours rolled by with a slowness he could not have described. He felt himself faltering as, little by little, the cries subsided, the blows too. He did not allow himself a break until he was sure that Dream would no longer touch his life. That the moment he saw his sweet twin fall once again into the arms of Morpheus.

And Nightmare fell apart.

His body shattered against the icy ground.

The irregular breathing, much too fast for a living being, seemed to crush him from the inside. His magic crackled, crackled in an unpleasant way, as if to lecture him, to tell him that he was going too far, that he could not afford to do more.

He grunted, got up painfully, keeping the little golden soul in his hand.

He dragged himself to the door, went out into the corridor, slid against the wall and watched the darkness in silence. Then he looked at his brother's frail soul. He shuddered: the soul trembled, as if frightened. Scared ... ...of him. By his aura. By his presence. By his whole being.

The little golden soul needed him to counter the negativity, but was paradoxically terrified of him.

How ironic. But he couldn't afford to give it to Dream. After the way he had tried to take his own life...

He closed his eyes, glued his skull against the cool wall, sighed.

He had to trust that soul to someone who could protect it. Someone who would take care of it and be available to Nightmare at any time.

Oh... he already had the perfect candidate in mind. A candidate he trusted completely, even though Dream might not like it.

Yes ...

[ He was going to entrust the soul to Cross ]

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Shattered Dream -> ErroredArtist’s

Cross -> Jakei

Error -> Lover The Piggies

Ink -> Comyet / Myebi

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Color -> Superyoumma

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cali-holland · 5 years ago

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Teenage Love Story, Part Four- S.M.

Pairing: Shawn Mendes X Reader

Prompt: Shawn’s big day- performing at Rogers Centre, and the first time you two see each other in months.

Word Count: 3400

Previous Parts: Teaser One Two Three

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“Shawn, stop.” You whined breathlessly through a fit of laughter.

“Never.” He laughed, continuing to tickle you with his hands roaming viciously around your hips.

“I need to pack.” Your words made his smile falter and he stopped his actions with an over-dramatic sigh. His hands rested on your waist as you leaned up to peck his lips.

“Do you have to go?” He asked, pulling away from the kiss with a small groan.

“To college? Yes.” You said with a small giggle, your fingers making their way to lightly tug on and twist around his curls at the nape of his neck.

“You could always just stay with me on tour, you know?”

“I’ve spent all summer with you.” You teased. After you two graduated, Shawn took off on his tour for Handwritten and you followed him all over North America. You stayed with him in Pickering for his birthday, and now you had a day to finish up packing back in Nashville before moving out for college. Shawn had pulled you away from your anxious thoughts on getting everything gathered for college with a tickle fight, making you appreciate him being there with you even more.

“Mmm,” Shawn hummed before shaking his head, “I’m going to miss you. The shows won’t be nearly as good without my number one fan there supporting me.”

“I’ll always be with you. I’m going to miss you too.” You told him and he gave you another kiss.

“Just promise me that you won’t go falling for any college guys, yeah?”

“Promise me that you won’t have any groupies, and we have a deal.”

“Deal.” He laughed, and you kissed him for a third time before moving away from him to continue packing, just like you had been doing earlier.

“You know, next time I see you, you’re going to have two albums out.” You stated, thinking about how his new album, Illuminate, was dropping in a month. You sat in front of your dresser and began to hand him your clothes and he placed them into your suitcase.

“And then I’ll really count as a rockstar.”

“You’ll count once you get Rogers Centre.” You teasingly remarked. Shawn chuckled as you absentmindedly gave him some of your underwear. You scoffed when you looked over and realized what he was laughing about.

“Want me to take these with me, huh, babe?” His face was red as he continued to laugh at his own humor.

“Shut up, just put them in the suitcase.” You rolled your eyes at him.

“Nah, I think I’ll take this for the road.” He held up a single pair of your black underwear, discarding the others into the suitcase.

“Shawn,” You sighed, quickly taking it from him and placing it in your bag. Your eyes darted towards your open bedroom door, making sure your parents hadn’t passed by, “That’s it- you’re on shoe duty.”

“Aw, come on, you don’t want to take my underwear with you?” Shawn teased.

“Yours probably smell disgusting. Why would I want them?”

“I’ll keep that in mind for when I do a Calvin Klein photoshoot.” You playfully hit his shoulder and he pulled you in for a kiss, not wanting to lose the opportunity to show you just how much he loved you.

As you were drawn away from your deep sleep, all you wanted to do was kiss Shawn again. Back then, it seemed like the two of you would share countless kisses for all of time- that you would always be happy together. It was with a heavy heart that you realized that it may never happen again.

Today was a big day for you- and well, definitely a bigger day for Shawn. His first stadium show was today at the Rogers Centre, and today was the first day you would see him in person since the airport all those months ago. After calling Aaliyah a few weeks ago, she had managed to get you a ticket to the show. It was for the same VIP area that she’d be in with the rest of the special guests such as his entire family and his close friends.

You let out a large sigh as you climbed out of your bed that felt unusually cold last night. Yawning and stretching, you got ready for the day, already trying to plan a simple outfit for later tonight. If you were feeling brave enough, you’d even dare to go backstage with Aaliyah after the show, an offer that she had made to you in an effort to get the two of you back together. You had told her that you’d at least wait until after the show to see him, if you were even going to, because the last thing you wanted to do was to open that wound right before his big show.

Later that night, you made your way through the stadium’s crowd nervously. You knew his fans recognized you, you knew it was currently going around on social media that you- his ex-girlfriend- were here at his show. As you arrived to the VIP area, you immediately went to Aaliyah.

“Y/N, you made it.” She smiled, pulling you in for a hug the moment she saw you.

“I wouldn’t miss it. Thank you for this.” You said. Your eyes trailed over to Karen and Manny, and you suddenly felt guilty for the past nine months. They were like second parents to you- they treated you like their own daughter, and you hadn’t reached out since the break up.

“It’s so nice to see you again.” Karen stepped forward first, breaking the awkward tension in the air. She gave you a warm hug, one that you didn’t know you had missed.

“It’s nice to see you too.” You replied kindly. You took a deep breath as you looked around the stadium. It was even bigger than you had imagined, and you felt so overwhelmingly proud of Shawn.

“One day I’m going to headline it.” You could hear his voice in your head, so sure that one day he’d be right here. The soft moment was broken by intense screams as ‘Another One Bites the Dust’ began to play.

“That’s his cue.” Aaliyah told you happily. She pulled you over to the barricade so you could stand right there with her, in the front row. Soon, the song ended and the familiar notes of ‘Lost in Japan’ started. Aaliyah cheered beside you as Shawn’s silhouette appeared. Smiling, you cheered on your rockstar too.

“All it’d take is one flight, We’d be in the same time zone,” Shawn began to sing as he stood with the microphone stand. Your heart almost burst as you watched him sing and move happily- you had always told him that he belonged on stage, and he never proved you wrong.

It wasn’t until the bridge that he swiftly moved across the stage to where you were standing. You wanted to sink back into the crowd, to hide your face from him, but Aaliyah kept you close to her and you knew the fifteen year old wouldn’t let you leave easily. That sad feeling in your heart vanished when Shawn saw you. He did a double take, blinking a few times to check that you were in fact there. He smiled breathlessly at you and you could tell he was trying his hardest to keep it together.

“Do you got plans tonight, I’m a couple hundred miles from Japan, and I,” He sang, sending you the smallest of winks before turning to walk towards the other side of the stage. You were mesmerized by him- you couldn’t take your eyes off him, even as you bit down on your lip to hold back a few tears.

“Don’t start crying on me now.” Aaliyah playfully nudged your arm with her elbow. You let out a small laugh, keeping your eyes trained on Shawn. You didn’t know how you made it nine months without him, but now you knew you couldn’t take another day of this pain.

After the concert, Aaliyah led you backstage and you watched from the sidelines as the team and Shawn’s family crowded around him, cheering on the sweaty singer. You stood away from everyone else, not wanting to infringe upon his moment. You took that moment to watch him- he was all smiles; his curls had started to stick to his forehead, but they were still just bouncy enough; his white tank top clung to his body, showing off his new butterfly tattoo- the only tattoo that you didn’t literally hold his hand as he got it; he hugged every single person that he could, overwhelmed by the fact that he just ended his first stadium show.

You suddenly didn’t feel brave anymore. He was so happy, and you were worried that seeing you would ruin it. He saw you in the crowd, but maybe he had winked at Aaliyah, maybe he had forgotten what you looked like, maybe he didn’t care, maybe he didn’t love you anymore. Your stomach began to turn anxiously and, with some tears starting to form in your eyes, you quietly snuck out of the room and down the hall and out the door, praying that no one noticed.

But someone did.

Shawn had been searching for you since the second he got off stage. He wanted nothing more than to run to you, to talk to you, to tell you that he’s missed you, to kiss you, to love you again. As he navigated his way through the hugs from the group surrounding him, his eyes went around, trying to find you. It wasn’t until you were walking down the hallway that he saw you. He watched your disappearing form and his smile faltered. You were here, and, just like that, you left- and he never got to tell you how he really feels. His heart hurt, but he kept a happy face as he continued to celebrate with his family, his crew, and his friends through the night.

~~~

You didn’t sleep much that night. You couldn’t close your eyes without picturing Shawn on stage. Your bed felt cold the night before, but it was freezing tonight without him there to hold you and keep you warm.

Finally, the sun was up and you found yourself at the small piano in your apartment- you had a few days to stay before you left for your last semester of school. Your fingers grazed over the keys, playing the soft melody of ‘Lover’.

A knock on your door pulled you from your thoughts. You considered calling back to them, saying ‘go away’, not wanting to be disturbed. They knocked again, and you groaned at the persistence of this unknown person. You pulled your loose robe tighter around your body, not wanting whoever was at the door to see you in your pajamas- which consisted of one of Shawn’s old t-shirts and loose shorts. Getting up from the piano, you made your way over to the front and opened it.

You didn’t know what you expected when you answered the door, but you definitely did not expect to see Shawn standing there, holding two cups of coffee from your spot in Pickering while displaying a smile that looked like a mix between a nervous one and a tired one.

“Hi,” Shawn said quietly.

“Hi,” You replied, your voice just above a whisper.

“Can I- Can I come in?” He asked, clearing his throat.

“Yeah,” You nodded, opening the door wider and letting him into your apartment. He walked inside and you shut the door behind him. The two of you stood there awkwardly in your living room, trying to think of the proper way to go about everything. “What do you have there?”

“Your usual.” He stepped forward and outstretched his hand to you for you to take the coffee. You slowly took it from his hand and took a sip, reassured by the warm, familiar feeling of your drink.

“Thank you.” A silence overcame the two of you once more, before you spoke up again. You smiled genuinely, “I was at the show last night. It was amazing.”

“Thanks. I saw you in the crowd a few times with Aaliyah.” Shawn replied, “I listened to the album. Your songs are incredible.”

“I had a lot of inspiration.” You said.

“Well, I’d love to hear the backstory.” He stated, his voice suddenly more hopeful and lively as he smiled at you.

“You see, about nine months ago, my boyfriend and I got in this stupid fight and we broke up. I wasn’t ready to move in with him then, but-” You paused and set down the coffee cup, trying to think of what to say next.

“There’s always a but.” He raised his eyebrows at you playfully, also putting his cup on the counter.

“But I am ready now and I’m afraid it’s too late. I’m worried that maybe he moved on.”

“Or maybe he hasn’t. Maybe he can’t get her out of his head; maybe he wanted to give her some distance and that’s why she never heard from him; maybe he listened to every word on her sister’s album, trying to figure out what parts were about him; maybe he had his first stadium show tonight and almost backed out of it because he thought she wouldn’t be there; maybe he wants her back more than anything else; maybe he’s still madly in love with her- his lover.” Shawn pleaded, his sad smile never once faltering as he spoke.

“Every word?” You asked quietly and he nodded.

“He can’t listen to ‘Death by a Thousand Cuts’ without crying.” He laughed.

“I love you, Shawn.” You said, your hands reaching out for his.

“I love you so much, Y/N.” He grabbed your hands in his and pulled you in for a kiss. As you kissed him, you felt yourself begin to cry, overwhelmingly grateful that you had him back. It wasn’t until he pulled away and you opened your eyes that you realized he had started to cry too.

“Damn, who knew nine months apart would bring on the waterworks.” Shawn laughed, letting go of your hands to wipe away your tears. His hands rested on your cheeks as you wiped away his tears too.

“What do you say- want to try again? I don’t want a future without you.”

“On one condition.” His hands went around to the back of your neck and he gently took off your necklace. He held up the ring to you, “This stays where it belongs, no hiding it.” He slipped into back onto your ring finger and placed a soft kiss to it.

“You did tell me that you were replacing it one day.” You teased.

“I still fully plan on marrying you.” He reassured you, “Remember, you’ve loved me for three summers now and you want them all, lover?”

“There’s nothing I want more.” You wrapped your hands around the back of his neck as he rested his hands on your waist. “By the way, I’m kind of graduating in December and I got a job offer already- in Toronto.”

“Toronto, hm?” He bit his lip, raising his eyebrows at you again.

“I figure I should accept the position- that way I can actually move in with my rockstar boyfriend.”

“I think he’d appreciate that.” Shawn leaned down and kissed you for the second time that night, and you knew it wouldn’t be the last of the night either.

~~~

December 2019

“What do you think about this?” Shawn asked jokingly, holding up a green soap dish with a white bunny rabbit on it. He smiled as you laughed at the object.

“We can’t have a rabbit themed bathroom.” You giggled, your hands resting on the cart. It only had two objects: a sleek black mug rack for all of Shawn’s coffee needs and a fluffy blanket that you insisted on getting. Having finally graduated, you moved into Shawn’s apartment in Toronto. Since he hadn’t really been around to keep it homey, and he didn’t have the best eye for interior design sometimes, you two decided to go shopping for new things to bring life to the apartment.

“I don’t know, I think this bunny would match the frog butter tray.” He replied and you immediately looked over at the cart, seeing that he had managed to sneak the glass object by you. It was a cute idea, but the frog looked tormented and you definitely thought it was haunted.

“Shawn, no.” You whined playfully, taking it out of the cart and returning it to the shelf. You took the bunny soap dish from his hands and put it back on the shelf. “We have a butter dish, and who uses bar soap anymore?”

“But what if we start using bar soap?” He joked, reaching for the dish again.

“No,” You swatted his hands away from it as he laughed at you. He stepped behind you and put his hands on the cart, trapping you between his arms. The two of you kept walking through the aisle of miscellaneous kitchen and bathroom dishes. Shawn paused in front of the salt and pepper shakers.

“What if-”

“We are not getting the fire hydrant dog one.” You said, already knowing what he was eyeing. The salt and pepper shaker sitting in front of all the others was a bulldog lifting its leg to pee and a matching red fire hydrant.

“You’re really no fun sometimes.” He pouted and you turned around in his arms to kiss him.

“We already have shakers.”

“But we don’t have a dog peeing on a fire hydrant.”

“I’m done in this aisle. I’ll be in the picture frames.” You took the cart from his hands pushed it down to a few aisles over. When you stopped in front of the hanging picture frames, Shawn wasn’t behind you and you lightly rolled your eyes, knowing he was probably distracted by another random, animal themed dish. You smiled, seeing a black heart picture frame. You carefully picked it up and examined the wood detailing, trying to decide if it’d match the few picture frames Shawn already had.

“Whatcha got there?” You laughed as you heard Shawn’s voice when he finally caught up to you.

“Cute or cheesy?” You asked, holding it up to him.

“Cute.” He nodded, and you looked down, noticing the few objects in his hands. You raised your eyebrows questioningly at him, and he let out a small chuckle. “They’re just towels.”

“Do they have dinosaurs on them or something?” You teased.

“God, I wish.” He held up the two light blue towels to show a matching embroidered ‘Mr.’ and ‘Mrs.’ on each towel. “What do you say?”

“Cheesy, but cute.” You replied. You placed the picture frame down in the cart, expecting him to do the same with the towels, but he didn’t.

“Yes or no?” Shawn asked.

“To what?” You laughed suspiciously, trying to figure out if what you thought was happening was actually happening.

“I have to do everything, don’t I?” He joked, putting the towels in the cart before getting down on one knee.

“Shawn,” You breathed out and he reached into his pocket to grab out a ring box.

“Y/N, I’ve loved you since I was sixteen. This past year has been crazy without you, and I never want to let you go again. I know we’re young and you’re going to argue that we should wait, but you’re worth the wait, you’re worth everything to me. I only want to be with you. Will you be my Mrs., my lover? Will you marry me?” Shawn smiled hopefully, the delicate ring sparkling in the velvet box in his hands.

“Yes, my answer will always be yes.” You said, tears in your eyes as you watched him slowly take off your leaf ring and replace it with the diamond ring.

“Told you I’d replace it.” He kissed the new ring before placing the old one on your other ring finger.

“I love you so much.” You told him as he stood on his feet again. You pulled him in for another kiss. “I can’t believe you just proposed to me in the middle of a store.”

“What, do you want me to redo it?” Shawn asked, faking offense from your teasing comment.

“No, I love it.” You smiled as he leaned down to kiss you again. With a new ring resting on your left hand, you knew these sweet kisses with Shawn would be endless and you couldn’t want anything more.

Part Five

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The Yule Ball

Year 6 - Chapter 37

Summary: The night of the Yule Ball finally arrives and you have the time of your life dancing with Severus. Once the night comes to an end, Severus asks you to go for a walk with him, leading you to the little surprise he planned, further extending your lovely night together.

Word count: 6175

Warnings: ....mmmm angst... I swear most if it is fluff though, partial nudity as well, wouldn’t say its smutty but it’s for sure NSFW

Previous Chapter - Chapter 1

(Y/F/F) = your favorite food

(Y/F/D) = your favorite dessert

Agreeing to go to the Yule Ball with Severus opened up a whole new world for you and you finally began to understand why the rest of your dormmates couldn’t stop talking about how excited they were. They couldn’t stop talking about it, and you couldn’t stop thinking about it. You were hoping that this day would finally let you to take the next step with Severus and bind you together in an eternal coupling. You had come so far, from fighting, to becoming friends, to falling in love with him. He had finally shown you that he returned your feelings and you didn’t want to let him go.

You wanted this day to be perfect and you did everything you could to assure that it would be. Every day you would look at your dress and end up altering it using some charm you found amongst the endless stack of books in the library. Eventually you moved on to your heels before you began worrying about your hair. When did you become a girl who would worry so much about appearance? As a Quidditch player, the way you looked was always the least of your concern. But it seemed the idea of this Ball had completely warped your mindset and you could no longer recognize the girl blinded by love staring back at you each time you looked in the mirror, nitpicking all your imperfections. The nervousness slowly turned into endless insecurities you had never noticed until now, hoping they wouldn’t stop you from looking the part of the elegant date any guy would love to have at the Ball.

Severus was just as skittish, not wanting to mess this up again. The little surprise he had planned turned out a lot better than he had initially expected and he hoped that it would make up for the way he had treated you in the past. It had been so difficult to keep this secret from you and he was anxious to see how you would react when you finally found out what he was up to each time he cancelled meetings with you.

At first, you thought he was avoiding you, trying to come up with the words to tell you he no longer wanted to date you, but he quickly reassured you that was not the case. You genuinely had no idea what he was up to, but you had your suspicions when you caught him stuffing a letter you knew was from Professor Slughorn in his bag as you snuck up on him one day. The blush splattered across his face told you it was something he wanted to keep hidden from you, so you didn’t pry.

The day finally rolled around, and excitement filled the entire castle from every fourth, fifth, six and seventh year of each house. You were the first of the Gryffindors to get ready as you had promised Severus you’d meet him a little earlier so you could have a moment alone before you walked in together. You checked yourself in the mirror a third time before you finally reached for your dress. You had done your hair in a quick loose updo, a few strangling strands to frame your face and your makeup was simple as you were never one for vibrant colors or heavy creams. You focused most of your attention on your eyes and had picked a style that made them pop. The thin layer of mascara is what really brought the look together as it lifted your eyelashes, elongating them enough to soften the glimmer in your eyes. Most of your makeup were from cheap muggle drug stores, but when you saw the mascara being sold in Diagon Alley, you just had to buy it and its magical properties completely exceeded your expectations. It had instructions on the various types of looks you could do with it and with one simple flick, you were able to accomplish such a natural look. If you didn’t know what your eyelashes had looked like prior, you would never have thought you had mascara on.

You stepped into your dress and slowly zipped it up, watching it take form around your body. You smiled as you ran your hands over the black fabric, loving how glamorous you looked. Twisting your body, you admired the subtle shine it emitted. It took you so long to charm it, you felt proud of yourself for accomplishing such a vigorous spell and it turned out to be so worth it as it complimented your silhouette so well. Your fingers grazed the soft lace of the sleeves that blended so elegantly into the rest of the dress. It was a bit old fashioned, you couldn’t lie, but it just looked so good on you, and more importantly, it made you feel like the most stunning woman to ever walk down the halls of Hogwarts.

The long-anticipated moment had finally come, and you couldn’t have been happier. You walked back to your bed and put on your glamorous silver heels that complimented your light cherry colored lips. As you finished, you felt your nerves slowly creeping back and you struggled to stand up. You had no idea why you felt this way as you knew Severus would be happy however you looked, but there was something else that etched its way to your mind, causing you to wonder if going as a couple was a good idea. You had never publicly displayed any sign of your affection to one another, and this Ball was as public as it would get. In fact, because you had been spending so much time together, you rarely ever saw anyone else and each time you would near the population of the school, you both sprang apart like children caught stealing candy. What would everyone think? Would the comments about being a traitor return? You shook your head, trying to rid yourself of such horrible thoughts and made your way to the common room.

You gathered yourself, banishing any negative emotions from your mind and enthusiastically made your way to meet Severus outside of Gryffindor Tower. You couldn’t wait to see him in his dress robes as well his reaction to your own outfit.

“(Y/N),” Severus ogled you as he took in the stunning sight before him. He’d always thought you were rather attractive, though that feeling greatly increased a few months ago, but tonight, tonight you looked so dazzling, he found no word in the entire English language worthy enough to describe you.

You giggled at his expression, “How do I look?” you said softly as you examined him. You had never seen Severus look as handsome as he does now. He had thoroughly washed his hair, removing any sign of grease, giving it a little volume as if he’d blown it out. It looked soft to the touch and you had to resist the urge to run your fingers through it and ruin all the hard work he’d put into it. As you got closer, you could smell the light lavender smelling shampoo he used atop the musk of cologne he wore. His dress robes were nice and simple, obviously second hand, but you had noticed that he altered it as you did your dress. His ascot was as black as the rest of his attire and you wondered how much he had to spend on it as it appeared newer than his dress robes. All in all, he looked perfect to you and you were ecstatic that he was your date.

“You look,” he started, looking you up and down, “stunning,” he ended as he pulled you in by your waist. You wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled.

“As do you,” you whispered as you leaned in to close the distance. “My Prince,” he kissed you deeply, holding you close to himself. He had gotten so used to your little nickname for him, he no longer repulsed at the word. In fact, he had even begun to think of you as his princess in return. You gently slide your hand through his hair at the nape of his neck and confirmed that it indeed was a lot softer than usual. Once you parted, you stood there admiring each other, wishing every moment of your lives would be spent in the luxury you felt right now.

“Shall we?” he asked.

“Lead the way,” you said, taking the arm he offered.

You walked into the ballroom arm in arm as Severus lead you to an empty corner table, closer to a group of Ravenclaws, away from most of the Slytherins and Gryffindors. You and Severus chatted as everyone else began to settle into their seats. Finally. Finally, you were able to sit down at the same table together, and it was probably best you did so away from your own houses to avoid any unwanted glares. Only five minutes had passed, and you were already so pleased with the night. It felt so good to be talking to Severus so freely surrounded by all your school accountancies, no dumb boundaries about house segregation keeping you apart.

Only two other couples joined your table; the first were a pair of Ravenclaws while the other, a Ravenclaw boy accompanying a Hufflepuff girl. You didn’t recognize any of them but offered a friendly smile nonetheless as they sat with you. You took a quick scan of the room and admired how nicely everyone was dressed. It was interesting to see everyone’s taste now that they were no longer restricted to their school uniform. The sea of colorful dresses spread throughout the room was a sight to behold. You could no longer distinguish houses or schools from one another, and it filled you up with joy to see the change in demeanor the school held. For a brief moment, it seemed everyone had let go of any rivalries whether it be between houses or blood status. The room, instead, was full of friends chatting, couples bonding and new relationships forming.

Eventually, Professor Dumbledore grabbed everyone's attention as he introduced the champions. The doors flung open as everyone’s attention turned in anticipation to see the stars of the night walk up to their tables. You watched happily as they entered the room one by one, accompanied by their date.

“Wow,” you heard Severus whisper to himself. You looked in the direction where his eyes were locked and saw Andrei accompanied by a beautiful girl who you couldn’t quiet place but looked awfully familiar to you. Your eyes widened and your heart began thumping against your chest as you realized that the girl Severus couldn’t take his eyes off was Lily Evans.

You sank in your chair feeling agitated that he was now paying her more attention than you. Severus looked back at you as the Champions took their seats and he noticed your change in mood as you hung your head, slouching your shoulders.

“What’s wrong?” he asked you, worried that perhaps you regretted declining Andrei’s invitation to be his date. The Bulgarian was quite a handsome young man and Severus never understood why you chose him over such a dazzling date.

“Nothing,” you mumbled as you avoided his gaze.

Severus was about to object to your answer, but Dumbeldore had once again asked for everyone’s attention as he made his speech and called for dinner to begin. The most glamorous food suddenly appeared in front of you, accompanied by beautifully designed plates and cutlery. A small smile formed on the corner of your lips as you admired the table and its contents. You had never seen such elegance put into a meal before and it made you feel enchanted. The variety was astounding, and you wondered just how much harder the house elves had to work to prepare all this food for such a big event.

Deciding not to pry, Severus reached for a dish of (Y/F/F) and offered it to you. You gladly accepted, appreciating chivalry. Humming in delight, you commented on how good the food was and Severus used this as an opportunity to continue conversing with you. You chat and ate until it was time for the Champions to take their dates out onto the dancefloor.

Your smile slowly disappeared as you watched Andrei and Lily glide gracefully to the rhythm of the music. Feeling jealous and angry, you didn’t notice Severus looking at you with worry. Once other students joined the dancing couples, Severus took your hand, bringing your attention back to him.

“Care to dance?” he asked. You smiled at him as you nodded and watched as he removed himself from his seat. He gently took your hand, dragging it towards himself and you stood up, allowing him to lead you to the dancefloor.

Once you reached a clear spot, Severus placed his free hand on your waist, inviting you to place yours on his shoulder. He elegantly guided you, as you both joined the rest of the party dancing in unison. You looked up at him, staring into his eyes as the world around you disappeared. Severus kept his gaze on you as he enjoyed watching the smile on your face grow. Your feet moved so easily as you had both practiced this dance in the astronomy tower so many times, it had become second nature to you.

The dancefloor soon filled up completely as the entire room had paired up, hand in hand, dancing to the rhythm of the music. You were glad Severus had such a tight grip on you as you felt yourself lighten by how gracious he was and how well you moved together. The song was nearly half way through when you felt the acoustics rumble beneath your feet. It was perfect. This moment was worth waiting for and you prayed it would never end.

Your heart skipped a beat as you felt Severus tighten his grip on your waist with both hands and lift you up in the air just in time with the melody. You held onto his shoulders as he spun half a circle in sync with all the other couples on the floor before setting you down gently. You felt his chest pressed against your stomach as he lowered you down and you kept your hands firmly on his shoulders. When your feet landed back on the floor, you noticed that your bodies were now pressed together, chests intertwining you and your arm stretch all the way around his neck. One of his hands had now rested on your lower back while the other had gone back to recapture your own hand. Severus gave a small smirk loving how close you were to him as he continued at a slower pace than before.

Everyone had been admiring the Champions and their dates over the last few months, saying they were so fortunate for the positions they held tonight, but Severus felt he was the one to be so lucky as to have the privilege of being with you. He had the most beautiful girl in the room in his arms and he was beyond grateful that you would ever accept such an invitation from him.

Severus regrettably loosened his grip on you and let go of your waist only to slowly spin you in place, watching the bottom of your dress follow your movements as it flared out. Your dress sparkled as you spun back around, facing him. As you placed your hand back on his shoulder, he flicked his hair away from his face and revealed the grin on his face. You were surprised to see such a big smile and as you examined him further, you realized his eyes actually shined. He was looking at you with such lust, you could hardly believe that he would allow himself to show such emotion in front of so many people.

To your disappointment, the song ended, but you couldn’t look away from your date, your eyes locked on one another. Another slow song began, and he asked you if you wished to continue, to which you eagerly agreed.

This time, the couples on the dancefloor kept to a simple sway as they continued moving clockwise around the dancefloor together. Severus took this opportunity to pull you in close again as he wrapped his hands around your waist and hoped you would warp yours around his neck. But, to his disappointment, you placed your hands on his chest instead, pushing you a bit further from him than he would have liked. You smiled up at him as you felt your heart flutter with amour. This had to be the best night you’d ever had.

“You look beautiful tonight,” he whispered to you. “Thank you for coming with me.”

“There’s no one else I would have rather gone with,” you replied softly with a smile.

Severus continued courting you in the hopes that you would want to press yourself closer to him.

“Then you have made me the luckiest person in this room,” he said and immediately got the reaction he was looking for as you giggled and moved your hands to the nape of his neck.

“You’re wrong,” you said smugly, “I believe I have the honor of holding that title.” He was flustered by your compliment, but that feeling was slowly replaced with delight as you hugged him, resting your head on his shoulder.

You felt his nose press into the crook of your neck as he buried his face into your shoulder, returning your embrace by snaking his hands on your back and gently pushing you deeper into his chest. He closed his eyes and took in your sweet scent, resisting the urge to kiss you everywhere he could reach as he felt it highly inappropriate to do so in front of so many people. If only they would all disappear and leave him to relish in your company comfortably.

As you looked to your side, all the happy thoughts running through your head slowly began to fade as you had caught a glimpse of Lily looking more stunning than before. As she slowly turned, Andrei glanced over in your direction and caught your eye. You felt your heart momentarily stop in surprise as he gave you a small wink before bringing his attention back to his date.

His flirtatious demeanor had you shifting in your place uncomfortably and led Severus to notice your change in aura. You thought he would stop when he realized you weren’t interested in being his date, but clearly, the Champion had no intention of giving up so easily. Severus lifted his head from where it hung and saw the sad expression on your face. Your eyes had begun to water and your hands shook ever so slightly. The small frown on your face broke his heart and he couldn’t stand to see you so upset.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Mhum,” you said as you pulled him closer and shut your eyes.

“(Y/N), what is it?” he said, remembering the expression on your face at the beginning of the night.

“It’s nothing,” you whispered, “Really.” But Severus was not convinced. He knew something was on your mind. He pulled you back from him to look at you as he tried again.

“I know something is bothering you,” he said, “you have that look on your face.” Oh, he knew you so well. He could tell something was troubling you since the night began and you weren’t sure just how long you would be able to bottle up these feelings.

“Severus-”

“Tell me,” he demanded, but in a much softer tone than he would normally give in times like these. Perhaps it was better for you to tell him before he somehow found out on his own; better to be honest than to let these thoughts burn in the back of your mind, right?

You sighed before you decided to confide in him. “It’s just… I saw the way you looked at Lily tonight and I know how you feel about her and Andrei has been occasionally flirting with me and-”

“What?” he said in shock as his head snapped in the direction of Andrei in anger. When you saw his gears turn in his head, you knew exactly what he was thinking and began to fear the worst. You didn’t want him to have a rivalry with the Champion like he did with James. It was bad enough he created that horrible spell to use against James last year, what if he decided to use it on the foreigner? The entire point of the Triwizard tournament was to make friends with the international wizards, not have them as enemies.

“Severus, don’t, it’ll only make things worse,” you said, placing a hand on his cheek to grab his attention.

“Wait,” he said, shaking his head as he remembered what you had started your little rant with, “W-what do you mean how I feel about Lily?”

You paused for a second, not really wanting to have this conversation. “Well, it’s just, you always used to talk about her before she stopped talking to you and the way you look at her...” you trailed off not knowing what to say. You felt your cheeks heat up as you looked away from him, letting your hands slip to his elbows.

Severus looked at you in awe before he reached to tilt your chin towards him, searching your eyes before deciding to gently press his lips to yours. It was a quick kiss, but when he pulled away and saw the wide eyes staring back at him, he couldn’t help but pull you closer to him. You were astounded by the simple gesture, showing everyone in the room you were more than just a date to him. Never in a million years did you think him capable of showing such affection in public. He’d always been so hesitant each time you walked in the halls of the castle side by side, not daring to reach for your hand, but here he was, kissing you for the world to see.

“(Y/N), I-I care about Lily. We were friends for a long time and… and that’s not something I can so easily forget. But it’s you I’m here with. I asked you to the Ball, not her. I want to be with you,” he said, trying to reassure you. “I… (Y/N), I-,” he stumbled as he so badly wanted to tell you exactly how he felt. “I love you,” he finally said looking at you with nothing but truth scribbled across his face.

Your heart fluttered as you couldn’t help but smile at him, hoping that what he was saying was true. You felt your mind go into overdrive, wondering if you had indeed heard him correctly. But the soft smile he gave you was more than enough to tell you he truly meant what he just said, and it caused your heart to swell in love. You never thought you would hear those words from him, let alone only a few months into dating. He’d never even called you his girlfriend, but then again, Severus wasn’t the type to care for such titles.

He asked if you wanted to finish the dance to which you nodded your head as you wrapped your hands back around his neck and resumed swaying in his arms.

You kept your eyes on him as your mind filled with all the lovely moments you had spent together. It wasn’t long before the music stopped and a louder, more upbeat song began. Severus lead you back to your table as neither of you had any interest in joining the jumping crowd. After chatting for a while, Severus held out his hand and asked you to join him for a walk. You gladly accepted, hoping for a bit of quiet as the music was getting quite loud.

Hand in hand, he led you outside the Ball and out into the courtyard. He was clearly heading somewhere, but you weren’t sure what destination he had in mind. The black lake perhaps?

“Where are we going?” you asked curiously as Severus turned a corner, away from the lake.

“It’s a surprise,” he said, shooting you a quick smirk. You blushed, anxious to see what Severus had in store for you. He’d been acting so mysterious ever since your first kiss, and you’d hardly even seen him the days leading up to the Ball. It became clear to you that he had been planning something, but what could he possibly have been up to? Finally, you made it to the astronomy tower and Severus held out his hand, gesturing for you to climb up the stairs.

“Some surprise,” you said to him sarcastically as you picked up your dress and held onto the railing making your way to the top. Severus scoffed in response, but you could see the small smirk tugging on the corner of his lips. You could feel the tail of the dress drag behind you, most likely capturing the dirt scattered across the stairs, but you didn’t care. Your only focus was Severus and his little surprise. He jumped a few steps ahead of you just as you neared the top and walked in front of you to hold the door open.

You smiled at him as you walked in and immediately froze when Severus took out his wand and silently lit what looked to be about a hundred candles floating near the ceiling and around the parameter of the room. They had the exact same design as the candles that lit the Great Hall only shorter, more worn out.

“Severus,” you whispered as your eyes landed on the beautiful layout Severus had prepared. A navy blue and silver carpet rested on the floor accompanied by several pillows, matching its design. In the center, you saw your favorite dessert, presented so elegantly, you couldn’t believe Severus did this all on his own.

“I-I know it’s not much but-” he said nervously as he walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“I love it,” you whispered, turning around to pull him into a passionate kiss. You tangled your fingers in his hair as you wanted to show him just how much you appreciated the gift. As your lips moved in sync, he slipped his tongue into your mouth and you arch your back in pleasure, pushing your chest against his. You only parted when the need for air was too great and as you did, Severus took your hand and walked you over to the carpet.

“Where did you get all this?” you asked curiously. As you approached the set up, you realized just how intricate the design was. It was an old style, but the detail was astonishing. It had clearly been preserved well as its condition was near perfection.

You both removed your shoes and sat side-by-side on the soft pillows he had laid out. You were surprised at just how comfortable the seating area was. Normally you hated sitting on the floor, but the carpet felt like a soft mattress. No doubt Severus charmed it, you thought.

“Funny thing actually, I was walking in the castle on my way to the dungeons, when I saw this strange looking door. I’d never seen it before, so I thought I’d take a look and it contained all these old carpets and pillows, some used candles as well,” he replied as he offered a hand as you leaned in to cuddle next to him. “I didn’t know if I’d find the room again so I took what I could.”

Took what he could, you mentally laughed at this as he had clearly taken more than just a few candles. It must have taken a lot of concentration to levitate this all back to his room. Where did he even hide all this? You still had so many questions and the more you looked around the room, the more your appreciation grew for him. He did all this for you. He went through all this trouble for you.

“And the (Y/F/D)?” you asked.

“I bribed Slughorn,” he responded simply.

You chuckled as you leaned back, resting your head against his chest and suddenly remembered him frantically writing something during Potions the same day you first danced together. Was that part of it? You had guessed he was working on a potion, perhaps that was what he was doing. “What did you give him in return?”

“I offered him a recipe for Felix Felicious that lasts twice as long as the one given in the textbook. I had to brew a batch just so he knew I wasn’t trying to deceive him,” he responded as he gently placed a hand on your waist.

Liquid Luck was a hard potion to make, you knew that, though it didn’t surprise you that he was able to not only brew it but extend its effects as well. How much time had he spent putting all this together? He must really have meant what he said when he told you he loves you if he was willing to work so hard just to please you. “That must have taken a while!”

“Yeah, but it was worth it,” he whispered as he tightened his hold on you and began leaving soft kisses along your neck. You closed your eyes and leaned in further feeling his hair graze your cheek as he continued trailing his lips along your jawline. A smile grew across your face as he wrapped his arm around your stomach, holding you close to his heart. Slowly, you adjusted your position and twisting your body, wanting to kiss him. You lifted your head up as your hand went to cup his cheek.

“Thank you,” you whispered before pressing your lips to his. He smiled as you sat back, and he kissed the top of your head before leaning over to bring a plate of (Y/F/D) to you. He fed you your first bite before you helped yourself. The room filled with silence as you ate, enjoying the twinkling stars beaming down on you from the skylight above.

“How is it?” he asked.

“Perfect,” you replied as you picked up another piece. “Thank you Sev, for everything.” He smiled at you in relief, glad to see the joyful expression across your face. He knew what he had done wasn’t much, but as his budget didn’t allow for any splurging, he had to make do and hope you would appreciate it nonetheless. All that work, all those extra hours spent in the Potions classroom was worth it to see the look on your face right now, and he would gladly do it again if it meant seeing you smile like that every day.

Moments passed and you found yourself turned towards him, lips locked together and tongues dancing in your mouths. You had both hands tangled in his hair, completely disregarding all that effort he had clearly put in making it look so perfect, but neither of you cared as you only wanted to feel more of one another. He slowly moved one hand to your thigh as his grip on you tightened and he quickly pulled you into his lap. Gasping at the sudden movement, you wrapped your arm around him and continued kissing him, placing your other hand on his chest.

After you parted, he attached himself to your neck and began leaving soft love marks, making his way up to your jaw as he slowly leaned you back onto the pillows beside him. He hovered over you, connecting your lips again as your head gently landed on the soft fabric beneath you. You found your hands roaming, wanting to feel more of him, ripping at his dress robes. He helped you take them off until a white button up was all that kept your fingers from feeling his pale skin. You unbuttoned his shirt and ran your hands up his bare chest and he moaned into your mouth in return which only splurged you on more. He felt sparks tingle everywhere your fingers touched, a blessing in disguise.

Severus went to tangle his hand in your hair, keeping the other on your hip, only to struggle with the updo you had done. He gave up and rested his palm beside your head as you parted. Giggling, you took out a pin and ruffled your hair, discarding whatever trinkets you’d used to keep it in place before pulling him closer and reconnecting your lips. His fingers finally swam in your hair freely and you felt him guide your head to the side to deepen the kiss further. You very slowly moved your hands all along his arms until they reached his round shoulders. His skin was a lot softer than you’d imagine and it felt so good to feel so much of him all at once like this. Your fingers traced small shapes over his chest, loving the new texture that had your heart pumping feverishly fast. Feeling your hands exploring his body made him want to do the same. He moved his lips down to your collarbone and kissed all around your neckline, eventually making his way to your chest, placing light, cautious kisses over your clothed breasts.

You closed your eyes as your breathing hitched and you pressed your chest to him, wanting more. Deciding you were comfortable enough with him to take it a step further, you pulled him off you and asked him to unzip your dress.

“Are you sure (Y/N)?” he asked after pausing to see how serious you were. You lifted yourself up as he pulled himself off you. You looked into his eyes, showing nothing but love. He’d more than proven tonight that you could trust him and that’s exactly how you felt.

“I love you Severus,” you said as you nodded, gesturing for him to continue. He slowly unzipped your dress and began pulling down your sleeves, kissing every new piece of skin that was exposed to him. Once your hands were freed and your bra presented itself completely to him, you leaned back down on the comfort of the soft fabric beneath you and enjoyed his soft touches.

Severus began to suck on the skin above one of your cups while he messaged your other breast over your bra. Your eyes were wired shut as your hands tugged on his soft locks. Your breathing hitched and you whispered his name as he continued his trail down to the center of your chest. He felt his pants tighten when he heard you plead for him. Wanting more, he sat up and looked into your eyes with so much lust, trying to determine how far you were thinking of going tonight. You looked back at him as you sat up. You could feel your heart pounding against your ribs and wondered if he could hear it. You searched his eyes and prayed he was okay with continuing your frantic sexual advancements. You were no longer able to contain your urges and he watched as you quickly hiked up your dress, straddled him and reconnected your lips, letting your hands exhibit your excitement as you roughly pushed his shirt off his shoulders.

Once you parted, you began to kiss his jaw, eventually attaching yourself to his neck, leaving as many love marks as you could. You pushed on his chest, silently telling him that it was his turn to lean back, to which he gladly obliged. He placed his hands on your shoulder and allowed you to move as you pleased. You locked eyes with him as you began kissing down the middle of his chest, slowly making your way down, making sure not to leave any skin untouched between kisses. His chest heaved and he closed his eyes as his head tilted back, enjoying the feeling of your soft lips pressed against his boney figure. You left your hands over his chest as you passed his stomach, allowing him to tangle your fingers with his. You could feel his heart pump faster under your palm, matching the rhythm your own heart made. It was such a magical moment, you felt nothing could possibly challenge this wonderful night with all its perfections.

Severus was in such bliss, and he felt his mind blur as you began kissing right above his belt line. His eyes rolled back as his head fell on the pillows behind him. He’d never felt this fuzzy before, but it was a feeling he rather enjoyed. He was so high on pleasure, he couldn’t help the next word that slipped his lips as he felt you kissing atop his pants, heading towards to bulge that had made itself quite apparent. A word that would surely seal your fate as a couple and undo every moment you had spent together over the last two years.

“Lily.”

Next Chapter

A/N: I’m sorry. 😭😭😭 *Hides under covers* *Sobs into pillow*

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wolfcrunch · 5 years ago

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So you mentioned in the post about the numbers of the previous ofa holders you had ideas about their quirks? I haven't seen anyone really discussing what they thought their quirks would be, so I'm curious about what you think the 4th and 6th holders' quirks are (since they're the only ones who's designs we can see but don't know their quirks). You also mentioned you have a theory about the one you think is the third holder? (I briefly looked thru your blog but didn't see a post about it)

I personally don’t discuss the previous holders much since they’re so unknown at the moment!! But now that we’ve found out more info about the 5th user, Lariat and even more about Nana’s quirk, I think a lot more people will start to discuss them more.

Holder’s 4 and 6 are very likely going to be holders we find out more about before Horikoshi reveals the two silhouettes…

For 4 (on the left), I think he might either have some sort of shield quirk (made out of something akin to ivory or bone) or perhaps he can create protrusions out of his skin/the ground with a similar substance. I don’t really know what’s pointing to me thinking he has this - but just the way his costume (if,, that thing on his chest is part of his costume and not him) and even his character design itself seems to be made…

He reminds me a lot of two characters from Naruto which i GUESS is where I’m getting these quirk ideas from. Just based on his design,, I feel like he probably just has a quirk that can protect and shield himself or others.

As for 6 (on the right), I’m not entirely too sure of what his quirk could be. I feel like he does, however, have a more mental quirk. I know there was a fake quirk list going around that said his quirk could make the holder see others memories, and I don’t think it could go too far off that. I don’t want to say his quirk is too similar to something like Shinsou or Giran’s quirks, but perhaps some weak form of telepathy?

I feel like once we get their names, it might be easier to guess on their quirks - since Horikoshi loves to try and make character names relate to their quirks or personalities.

As for the silhouette’s…I’m mainly going to be talking about the one of the righ, and the one who I think is the 3rd holder out of 9 (so the guy with upright hair)

But, concerning both of them, I think one of them might’ve possibly been working for AFO at one point in time - likely before receiving OFA. I feel like it was probably whoever holder 2 turns out to be.

My theory for the 3rd, or at the very least the guy on the right in general…if his canon anime silhouette colours stay the same as what was shown in the movie, then I feel like his original quirk helped to shape who Kurogiri is now today.

We know that Kurogiri is built up using Shirakumo’s quirk and possibly/probably his body as well - a theory I and a small group of others called almost a year ago. Kurogiri is purple/black with yellow eyes, and we know that the base was mixed with to make Kurogiri’s warp quirk, it couldn’t have been made by just Shirakumo’s cloud quirk.

This particular holder’s silhouette in the newest movie is outlined in purple energy, with yellow eyes much like Kurogiri’s current appearance. It’s a possible theory that AFO possible either;

Takes the original quirks of OFA users/a copy

or watches their families, hunts them down and possible takes a similar quirk for himself

And we know AFO is petty enough to go after a users family afterwards and keep an eye - this is exactly what he did with Nana’s family, in part to hurt All Might in the process too.

So in short, I think the 3rd user’s quirk (or a related/family quirk) was possibly used to mix with Shirakumo’s, making Kurogiri’s current warp quirk and appearance what it is currently.

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #one for all #ofa #asks #goofnuggetkarlaa

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takonei · 5 years ago

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Beta AU - Main story, Chapter 2, daily life (Part 2)

Note of the author: Fun fact! This was one of the first scenes I imagined when I was making this AU. This is where the fun begins. :)

Chapter 2: The wolf and the lamb - Daily life

Day 6 since the beginning of the game. 7:30 AM.

Shuichi felt like he slept better than the previous night. The sun was shining through the window, it was enough to wake him up. He rubbed his eyes and glanced around his room, looking at nothing in particular.

It was then that he noticed something on the table of his room. A colorful pad that didn’t look like his monopad.

He took the tablet to take a look at it. There was written “Kubs pad” on the back. He frowned, and when he touched the screen, the tablet lightened up and a video started playing.

On the screen he could recognize his own silhouette on a teal-blue background, with written in flashy letters:

Shuichi Saihara’s Motive video What is your motive!?

And Monokuma’s voice talking cheerfully. “Alright! Back by popular demand, it’s time for the motive video! Who’s the most imp-”

Shuichi turned off the tablet. He stared at the turned off gadget with wide eyes.

“What even was that?” he asked himself. Perhaps talking to the others about it would be a good idea.

He got dressed up, put the strange tablet in his pocket and left his room.

Keebo was in the hallway, with a similar tablet in his hand.

“Hello Shuichi. Nice to see you up.”

Shuichi’s eyes were still on the tablet. “You got one of these too?”

Keebo looked at the item. “Yes, it was on the table this morning, when I was done charging. However I turned it off when I saw ‘motive video’.”

The other boy sighed in relief. “I’m not alone then.”

The two went to the dining hall. Tsumugi, Korekiyo, Kirumi, Ryoma and Rantaro were already here. There was a pile of 5 of those tablets on the table.

Korekiyo sipped his tea and put down his cup. “You also had those ‘motive videos’ I see.”

Keebo showed his’. “I can see that you gathered the tablets. Do we have to put them here?”

Rantaro shrugged. “The others didn’t watch theirs either, so for now we’re putting them here until we decide what to do with them.”

Ryoma was tapping his fingers on the table. “Kokichi went back to his dorm to get his. Speaking of which...”

The small boy appeared with his tablet. “I got it.”

The three put their tablets with the others. All they could do was wait for the others.

Shuichi wasn’t too much in the mood to talk, so he listened to the nearby conversations. Maki was talking about how she thought she had a strange dream but didn’t remember any of it, Ryoma and Rantaro were talking about the latter’s lab and Kirumi was telling Keebo about traditional meals she learned to cook for her job.

About 15 minutes after the morning announcement, everyone was there, and all of the tablets were reunited.

Angie was swinging her legs under the table. “Shall we watch all those videos together? At least we’re sure no one hides anything from anyone!”

Kirumi was visibly not pleased. “If those videos are about the most important people in our lives, watching them would mean falling into Monokuma’s trap.”

Ryoma looked up to the maid. “Stop sugarcoating this. I’m sure at least one of us already watched their video and decided to pretend they didn’t.”

Kokichi’s voice was almost unheard. “I would still like some privacy...”

Everyone started debating. Rantaro suddenly got up and asked for everyone’s attention.

“I understand some of us want some privacy about our personal lives, but those videos will probably make us remember important elements from our past and perhaps the Ultimate hunt, and we can’t exactly completely ignore them.”

He continued. “I discussed the issue with Korekiyo to know what could be a good compromise to reach. Some of us would like to keep their life private, which I understand perfectly, since we didn’t live through the same things. However it is a risk we have to take if we want to recover at least a bit of our own memories.”

Kirumi raised an eyebrow. “So? What is this solution you suggest?”

Korekiyo responded. “We create groups of 3 or 4 people trusting each other enough to show their videos to the group. We fix a moment to watch those videos, and after that no one is allowed to talk to anyone outside their group about what they saw in the others’ video. Of course you can show your own video to the rest of us if you want to.”

Shuichi put a finger on his chin. That sounded like a doable plan. He didn’t have much to hide, but he hoped the more reserved people were okay with this.

“Do any of you have any objections? Please speak up if that’s the case. I wish to hear the opinion of everyone.” Rantaro’s voice sounded gentle yet confident. Shuichi would be lying if he said he didn’t envy him.

For about ten seconds everyone just glanced at each other. From Shuichi’s point of view, Kirumi and Kokichi were not comfortable, but were not saying anything. That, of course, didn’t stay undetected by the medic.

“Kirumi, do you wish to say anything?” he asked.

She sighed. “I would very much like my personal life not to be revealed to anyone, but I suppose I don’t have a choice.”

Rantaro fidgeted with his necklace. “Unfortunately it wouldn’t be fair to ask everyone else to reveal it and let one person watch the video by themselves. We established the rule that no one in the group was allowed to talk about what they saw in the others’ video outside of their group.”

Everyone was staring at her at this point. “Fine. I accept.”

“What about you, Kokichi?” Rantaro asked.

The small teen got startled. “Oh, it’s just um... Do we really get to choose the groups?”

He smiled. “Yes, we’ll just try to make sure the groups are composed of 3 or 4 people of our choice.”

Himiko gave him a pat in the back. “If you want we can be together in a group, we just need someone else!”

He smiled faintly. “I... I accept, then.”

Rantaro exhaled a breath and smiled at the group. “At least we’re getting somewhere.”

It took them a while to decide, but the groups were formed.

The first group were Shuichi, Kaito, Miu and Korekiyo.

The second group were Kokichi, Himiko and Rantaro.

The third group were Ryoma, Kirumi and Keebo.

And the last group were Maki, Kaede, Tsumugi and Angie.

They decided to watch the videos the next day morning, to leave the groups more time to get to know each other better.

At least they managed to get through this, for now. Kaito asked where the tablets would go, in case someone tried to watch their video.

They decided to lock all the tablets in Rantaro’s lab. Since a majority of them trusted him, he was chosen to keep the key to the lab.

~ Time skip, my old friend ~

5 PM.

Shuichi couldn’t help but think about the motive videos Monokuma gave them this morning.

After spending some time alone in his lab, he decided to go outside for a bit. He came across Kokichi carrying a small bag and Himiko without her coat on, the cloth rather used like some sort of bag.

“Oh, hey Shuichi!” Himiko joyfully said.

Shuichi blinked in confusion. “What are you two doing?”

“We were with Kaede yesterday at the casino and somehow the machine we were playing with broke and gave us a ton of monocoins! So we’re using them.”

Kokichi scratched his neck. “I feel like I’m to blame for this...”

She giggled. “Don’t be sorry, we got all these cool items, and since the MonoMono machine broke as well we got to keep the coins we used!”

The smaller boy was embarrassed by the events that happened, but he didn’t look really sad about it.

“I mean Kaede got a ton of coins too, I think she bought some sort of key?” she shrugged. “I didn’t pay too much attention to it.”

Shuichi knew exactly what she meant, but preferred to stay silent about it.

“So you guys got all of those items from the MonoMono machine for free?”

Himiko smiled with glee. “Yup! And it was things either I or Kokichi liked! Cool, right?” she elbowed him.

Kokichi stuttered. “R-Right...”

The two went their way and Himiko waved at Shuichi. “See ya later!”

He didn’t really know what to do before dinner, so he joined Rantaro outside. They talked for a while before Kaito approached them.

“I was looking for you two!”

Shuichi blinked. “Do you need us for something, Kaito?”

“We’re gonna have drinks at the pool, wanna come?”

Rantaro got up and brushed off the dirt on his coat. “That would be nice. Who will be there?”

The biker looked enthusiastic. “There will be Miu, you two and I. Oh and Kiyo decided to join in as well.”

Shuichi sighed in relief. At least it wasn’t too much of a big thing. Not that he hated the others, but a hang-out session with a few “close” friends felt more comfortable for him than a giant party.

They walked to the pool and saw Kirumi and Miu holding drinks entering the building.

“Oh, Kirumi is joining too?” Shuichi asked.

Kaito shrugged. “We simply asked her to help us with the drinks, I don’t think she is gonna stay though.”

When they opened the door, the two young women were setting the drinks and snacks at the table.

Miu waved at them. “So you guys came, huh?”

Rantaro smiled. “I figured it would be nice to chat as a group of friends, so yeah.”

Kiyo was observing the pool area. Rantaro called him so they could sit down and chat.

Kirumi left, saying she didn’t want to disrupt their group, and that her task was done.

The drinks had bright colors, but that was to be expected by cocktails. Korekiyo took the glass in his hands to observe the gradient.

“We really should thank Kirumi for her hard work preparing these.”

Kaito laughed. “But hey, we won’t know if they’re good unless we drink!”

They all cheered, to forget about the killing game just for a few minutes.

Shuichi approached the drink to his nose to smell it. The alcohol smell was strong, but the fruit smell was able to cover it up a little.

He looked at the others, they hadn’t touched their drink yet. Rantaro and Korekiyo were talking about the pool area’s aesthetic, but Miu was looking at her drink with unease, and just when he was about to ask her what was wrong, her gaze shifted to Kaito approaching the glass to his lips.

It felt so sudden. Miu got up, slammed her hands on the table and yelled.

“DON’T DRINK THIS, IT’S POISONED!!”

The rest of the group was startled by the sudden reaction, especially Kaito, whose eyes shifted from the drink to his best friend, who had tears in the corner of her eyes and was visibly trembling.

There was a small moment of silence that felt like an eternity.

Rantaro was confused, but managed to mumble out “What are you-”

(BGM)

He didn’t finish his sentence when Miu abruptly sat back on her chair, elbows on the table and her hands covering her face. She broke down in tears, mumbling things to herself.

“I’msorryI’msorryI’msorryI’msorryI’msorryI’msorryI’msorryI’msorryI’msorryI’msorryI’msorryI’msorry-”

Kaito spoke up reluctantly. “Miu… What… How did you…”

The grip she had on her hair tightened. She looked like she wanted to be anywhere but here.

The boys looked at each other. No one really knew what to say. Rantaro smelled the drink and frowned. He made the others understand that it was definitely not alcohol for a cocktail.

Kiyo took a deep breath and set the glass down.

“Should we assume you are the one responsible for this?”

Miu’s head slowly fell down on the table, arms crossed to cover her head, and nails digging in her skin. She was still shaking and sobbing to herself, but she nodded.

“I’m… I…”

Shuichi was still trying to process what just happened. Did Miu just try to kill them? Rantaro looked pensive, Kiyo was silently observing the crying Miu and Kaito was shocked, to say the least. Shuichi felt bad, that must have felt like a huge betrayal for him. His best friend trying to kill him, and even if she seemed to regret it, the will to kill was there. In those colorful glasses.

It took her a while to even begin to calm down and cease the tear-filled muttering. When she raised her head just out of her arms, Shuichi noticed a part of her make up was smudged and her eyes were red. She didn’t even dare to look at any of them.

Since the others had been silent, Rantaro asked her the question everyone wanted to ask.

“Why…?”

She flinched at the question.

“I… Kaz… I’m- I’m sorry-”

She couldn’t even form a single sentence correctly through her sobs.

“Kaz… Would have never wanted this… What am I doing...?”

Korekiyo stayed calm and tried to interrogate her despite her current state. “Would you please tell us who is ‘Kaz’?”

She tried to recompose herself, unsuccessfully.

“Kaz…”

She rubbed her eyes.

“He’s- He’s my son- I watched my motive video this morning and I saw him and I knew I had to escape to protect him and I saw my chance with my lab opened and and-”

She was just rambling at this point. Kiyo told her to calm down one last time, but that made her completely enraged.

“HOW CAN YOU TAKE THIS SO LIGHTLY?? I TRIED TO KILL YOU ALL!!” she yelled at no one in particular, getting up from her chair, still in a panicked state.

“I-I-I tried to kill you all with homemade poison from my lab I organized this whole party to kill you and blame it on Kirumi and-and I didn’t even hesitate to do so because I watched my motive video and lied to you all but I just want to see my son again he needs me and I miss his precious face and and and-”

Tears were running down her face. She had completely broken down.

Kaito tried to get her attention but that turned out pretty unsuccessful.

“Miu, calm down! Look at me-”

“HE WOULD HAVE NEVER WANTED ME TO KILL ANY OF YOU!!”

Silence filled the building once again.

She fell on her knees and laughed to herself.

“What am I doing…?”

Kaito got up from his seat and got down to face Miu. He put his hands on her shoulders.

“This… Is a lot for me to take in, I will admit. To think my best friend tried to kill me.”

She winced at the last sentence.

“But that best friend also backed down and regrets what she has done. She did this for her family, and even though it will take a while for us to completely get over this, I can’t blame you for wanting to fight for your family.”

She looked up to him, but that didn’t seem to reassure her very much.

Shuichi himself was a bit doubtful by the statement. Of course the one to blame would be Monokuma and the mastermind for putting them through this but… At the same time he can’t help but feel like Miu really was responsible for this incident.

Kiyo seemed to be thinking. “I don’t think you are entirely to blame, but you still had your part in this. I think the best option would be to talk about this once all of us managed to stand back from the situation.”

Rantaro hadn’t say a thing. He didn’t look mad but he was certainly not happy.

Miu wiped away her tears. “I… I know this may sound selfish but…”

Rantaro turned to her.

“Can we… Keep this between us? I know I don’t deserve it but please…”

The others glanced at each other. Rantaro was stirring his glass. “What do you think, Shuichi? You’ve been quiet for a while.”

He was startled by Rantaro’s sudden question. His gaze wasn’t making things better either. “I- uh….” he paused. “I think… We should at least make sure the products used for this are taken away and the poison destroyed.”

Rantaro nodded. Shuichi turned to Kiyo. “And Kiyo’s right. I think it should be better not to make anym- any bad decisions with emotions taking control of us.”

Miu, sitting on the ground, clenched the trembling fists resting on her legs, tears filling her eyes even more. Those same emotions pushed her to act this way, and saying this just reminded her of her lack of self-control.

Rantaro stared at her for a few seconds before turning to the rest of the group. “So to sum this incident up, we keep quiet about this for now, destroy the materials and wait for tomorrow to decide what we do?”

The others nodded. Rantaro got up from his chair and briefly looked at the two best friends before turning to Shuichi.

“Us two should go to Miu’s lab to get rid of the materials. You okay with this Miu?”

Her eyes didn’t even move. She simply muttered. “Yes. Do what must be done. That’s… What I deserve at the very least.”

He gestured to Shuichi that they should go and leave them alone for now. The blue-eyed boy turned back to Miu one last time to see her wiping her tears with Kaito at her side.

They closed the door and headed to the lab. They had so many questions but both knew it would be better to wait for the next day to ask her about it. Or maybe Korekiyo, who stayed at the pool, would probably be able to get to know what was going on with her.

The walk was silent, just like the time the two were meeting the other ultimates about a week ago. But it felt different. They had just escaped death because their attacker didn’t manage to get through her plan. She was so close, if she reacted just a few seconds later and the situation would have been a disaster.

“Hey…” Shuichi said. Rantaro slightly turned his head.

“What do you think of all this? You didn’t say much back then…”

His friend took a few seconds to think about an answer. Or more likely, to wonder if his thoughts were worth being told.

“What is done, is done. Miu tried to kill us but couldn’t bring herself to actually do it. We’re alive and that’s what matters. We should focus on making sure no one else gets their hands on the poison.”

Shuichi’s eyes widened. He didn’t know what to expect, but it was certainly not this. “You… Actually don’t plan on telling anyone about this?”

“No.” He replied. “The less people know, the better it is. This entire academy reeks distrust and fear of being killed. If we talk about this incident the others will snap just like she did, and some probably won’t back down before actually committing the act.”

“That’s… One way to think.”

But Shuichi remembered what the monokubs said the day before. “But... The monokubs said they would refill products if someone tried to destroy them.”

Rantaro started thinking. “Honestly I don’t think that will be the case for certain situations. But for now just the prepared poison should be destroyed.”

Shuichi hummed in agreement. They were forced to trust Miu not to try anything again. They could only hope Kaito and Korekiyo would be able to calm her down for the time being.

Rantaro turned to him. “Ever wondered how you were able to guide the others during the class trial?”

He had thought about it, it was a bit strange to him. “I don’t really know why. Tsumugi said I was leading the debate but… I’m just an average guy. I’m a violinist, my talent doesn’t even have anything to do with leading. I’m bad at this.”

The green haired boy hummed. “You know, I talked about this with Kiyo, yesterday.”

Shuichi blinked.

“To him it was normal for the others to follow your lead. And I agree with that. I mean…” he chuckled.

“Let’s be honest here. We’re the two leaders of the group, you and I. But my influence is more… Direct. I got the group to cooperate, to get organized, you know the deal.”

“My influence has its limits. I think you realized it by now, but I saw how the others looked at me during the investigation and trial. I’m completely indifferent when it comes to people dying. I’m used to it after all.”

“Even just now, the reason I asked you to say what you think is because they would most likely listen to you.”

Shuichi was confused. “But why?”

“You have that compassion. That innocence the others have. You felt bad for Gonta dying. For Tenko dying. You have that kindness that I lack in those stressful situations. People are more drawn to you because of that natural kindness. That humanity. You can keep calm but still have that feeling of compassion. That’s what the others are looking for in the trials. Someone to relate to, who doesn’t sound and look like an experienced murderer.”

Shuichi was surprised to hear Rantaro talk about himself this way, but it made sense. Of course he wouldn’t try to take advantage of this in the future, however it felt strange to be considered a leader by Rantaro himself.

“That’s what Kiyo told me. That it was more about instinct than a concrete feeling.”

He nodded. Of course the therapist would know what he’s saying. Shuichi had to assume this role as a leader. A role that Rantaro couldn’t fill completely.

Rantaro stopped in his tracks.

“From now on that’s our job to keep this group together. This is gonna be hard, I know, but it’s necessary.”

He fidgeted with his necklace. “Let’s be honest here. We won’t all get out of here alive, and I’m 100% sure another murder will occur in the next few days. But if there’s anything I’m trying to do in those times, it’s to make sure the group doesn’t completely loose it.”

“You and I will be the leaders from now on. So I’m counting on you to help me with this.”

He extended his hand.

“Deal?”

After hesitating, Shuichi shook Rantaro’s hand.

“Deal.”

They arrived at the street artist’s lab. It was time to take away the products, even though they knew she wouldn’t try again after this incident.

It was just to make sure.

They entered the lab. Nothing looked like it had been touched yet from a quick glance, since everything was clean. Rantaro went to the lab bench. That’s when he noticed small droplets of water in some of the glassware.

“That was definitely used recently. At the very least today.”

“Do you think she has more of the poison in the lab?”

Rantaro shook his head. “Even though she planned this in a hurry, she still covered up the evidence. She most likely threw the surplus away. Perhaps...”

He turned to a white plastic bottle labeled “bin”. He grabbed it and stirred it for a few seconds to judge how much liquid was in there.

“There isn’t much, but it’s still something.” Rantaro said as he looked at the sink.

Shuichi frowned. “I know nothing about those products, but there’s a reason it’s kept in a separated bottle, right?”

The green-haired boy sighed. “I know, but it’s either someone gets their hands on this and could try to use it and frame Miu, or we risk polluting who knows where since we don’t know where those pipes lead.”

“Fair point.”

Rantaro poured the transparent liquid into the sink. It’s smell was stronger than the “cocktails” from earlier, most likely because there was fruit juice to cover it.

He went to one of the shelves and opened it to see many bottles labeled as toxic or inflammable. “As for the ingredients we can’t do much because the Monokubs will replace it, right?”

Shuichi nodded. “I don’t know when they’ll replace it, but they will do eventually.”

“I see.” he closed the drawer. “Then there isn’t much to do anymore for now.”

Rantaro didn’t say a thing as he walked to the exit, passing by Shuichi.

“Oh and...” he stopped in his tracks and put a hand on his shoulder.

“Tomorrow you and the rest of your group will watch Miu’s motive video. I’m not supposed to know about this, so from now on pretend this event never happened. I don’t know anything about her motive video and will not know about it unless she talks to me, and make sure to inform the others about this. Got it?”

Shuichi actually got scared by Rantaro’s sudden reaction, but he nodded. “G-Got it.”

Korekiyo entered the room right after.

“I see that you’re done with the ingredients?”

Shuichi approached the two others. “We did what we could do, but if we steal things the monokubs will refill it.”

The tall young adult put a finger on his chin. “I see. I’m also done talking to Miu, she is alone with Kaito as far as I know.”

Rantaro was quick to respond. “So? Has she calmed down?”

“We agreed on doing therapy sessions so she can cope with the situation. But of course that will be after we officially watch her motive video.”

He nodded. “Alright, we’re good to go for now. Oh and-” he turned to Shuichi.

“You two make sure we left nothing in the lab. I got something to check.” he said as he left.

Korekiyo asked if he could take a look at the lab. They stayed in it for a while, searching in every shelf if anything looked like poison.

After about 10 minutes, they left to join the rest of the group. They will have to pretending nothing happened.

They found Kaito and Miu going back to the dorms. Miu seemed to have calmed down enough for now.

Shuichi and Kiyo decided to stay outside to talk about something other than what just happened. Even though Kiyo had a threatening aura, it was pretty relaxing to talk to him. It’s like you almost wanted to trust him immediately. No wonder he was called the ultimate therapist.

About two hours later, they ate dinner. The atmosphere was tense, mostly because of the upcoming day, but the most cheerful ones were able to bring back a few smiles.

Shuichi decided to take a walk before going to bed. After all tomorrow he would watch Kaito, Korekiyo and of course Miu’s votive videos. He was nervous at the idea of this “motive video compilation”, but it was too late to go back.

But he had a gut feeling this wasn’t going to go as planned. Everything seemed way too convenient.

"You good?”

Shuichi got startled. It was Kaito, right behind him. “Don’t scare me like that...”

He laughed. “Sorry, man.”

Kaito sat down next to Shuichi. “Today was... Special.”

Shuichi nodded. “I don’t really know what to think about this. I don’t even know if I can trust her anymore.”

He nodded in understanding. “We... Talked after Kiyo left. But it’s like I both do and don’t get why she did this.”

“... I think we should let her talk to Kiyo. Either she is genuine in her regret, or Kiyo will be able to tell if she’s lying.”

Kaito leaned back to lay on the grass. “I really want her to say the truth. I want to believe in her.”

Shuichi turned to him. “If it’s not too personal, how did you two become friends so quickly?”

He chuckled. “We’re mutual fans, y’know? I’ve been admiring her work ever since she started and she is a fan of the family! We knew each other’s names and when we met here, it just sort of clicked.”

The violinist raised an eyebrow. “The family? Is she your long lost sister?”

“Haha, no! That’s how I call the gang. They’re like family, but like a man family. They taught me everything I know. I may have missing memories, but I never forget the family.”

Shuichi weakly smiled. “Man family? What is that supposed to mean?”

“We’re all men in the gang. It’s kinda like a rule. And if you’re not a man, then become one." He chuckled. “Manliest shit I’ve ever seen.”

Shuichi blinked. Perhaps he didn’t want to know more about the gang, considering that he is not exactly the definition of a ‘man’. But if Kaito considered them his family, then good for him.

The two went their ways, to their dorms. And hopefully wake up mentally prepared to watch those motive videos.

#ndrv3 #danganronpa v3 #ndrv3 au #beta au #main story

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manggojooz · 6 years ago

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Take My Hands Now (Part 10)

pairing: Jungkook x reader

word count: 2,670 thereabouts

genre: drama, angst, romance

summary: You were born with a condition that allowed you to feel the pain someone else was going through when you touched them. Jungkook, on the other hand, looked like he could not be any less bothered with other people’s feelings and was a well known playboy of the school. One night, at a party, while he attempted to turn you into his toy for the night, he grabbed your hand and pain crashed through you, making you wonder whether behind the facade of this pleasure seeker, he could also be hiding something.

warnings: none

Song rec: She’s In The Rain - by The Rose

Comments: There’s a random Korean line right at the end because I really wanted to include it but I have no idea what’s the best way to say it in English T.T I tried to translate but it’s not 100% to my satisfaction... if anyone can help perfect that I will be so grateful <3

Jungkook woke up in their practice room lair, with a fast asleep Hoseok lying next to him on the couch, hands draping over Jungkook’s body. He pushed Hoseok onto the floor, stirring him awake. As Jungkook moved to sit up, his head was pulsating, the hangover catching up to him.

Hoseok rubbed his eyes as he sat on the cold floor. “Not the type of morning I was dreaming of... waking up beside another man”, he muttered groggily and he dragged his body back onto the couch, lying stomach flat on top of the pillows.

Jungkook got up to make space for him. He walked out to the bathroom, splashing a handful of water on his face to sober up.

---

He recalls storming out of his house, with his mind consumed in a complete vacuum from the conversation he just overheard. His parents had both saw him at the door when Hoseok let out a tiny gasp behind him. Jungkook paused outside the giant metal gates of his house. Waiting.

But the voice that came was not what he waited for. “Jungkook!”, shouted Hoseok.

Jungkook clenches his jaws, deeply inhales and closes his eyes out of torment. When his eyes fluttered opened again, he stalks off towards nowhere.

“Hey, wait for me!”

They ended up in a posh club in town. Jungkook downing shots after shots, partying harder than he usually would. He entertained almost every single girl who approached him. Luring them in, taking what he needed from them, be it attention or affection, and then throwing them away.

“Jungkook!”, a girl’s shrill voice pierced through the music as she landed herself next to him on the sofa he was resting on. Was she the third one tonight? Or the fourth? He was sure he had lost count.

Jungkook doesn’t recognise her, “You know me?”

“Of course I know you, the famous Jeon Jungkook”, she laughed.

“At least you know me...”, his smile at her, although drunken, would have made every heart in that place flutter.

Hoseok who had been watching him worriedly the whole night decided that this was enough; Jungkook was either way too drunk or on the verge of losing his mind.

“That’s enough for tonight Jungkook, let’s go”, he demanded as he dragged his friend away from the woman still clinging onto him.

“Where are we going? I just found someone who knows me!”

“I know you too buddy! Come on, let’s go!”, Hoseok yelled at a struggling and staggering Jungkook.

“Heyyy Hoseokkkk, get me another shot... I want one more...”, Jungkook was whining like a spoilt kid.

“Alright, ok ok, I'll get you everything you want, let’s just get out of here first.”, Hoseok tried to pacify him while taking his uncontrollable friend back to the school lair.

---

Jungkook stared into the mirror at himself for a long time, he looked at himself up and down a few times. What should he do now? Since his mind was no longer working, he’ll let his heart dictate – his heart which must already have started to decay.

---

A few days have passed since you had the conversation with Jungkook at the bus stop near Yunsu’s place. He never came to find you again. Well, to be fair, you did tell him to leave you alone and never retracted it. For the past few days, you couldn’t stop thinking about what he said.

It was true that you could feel someone’s pain, but that does not always mean you understood the meaning of it all. You always thought your condition allowed yourself to stand in someone else’s shoes when it came to the hurtful things in life. But it was far from it.

Even if you know how it felt like, you would still never truly know what those feelings mean to that person.

---

Hoseok walked into the book store and spotted you at the counter in your daze.

“Y/N”, he solemnly approached you.

You jumped up from behind the counter. “What are you doing here?”, you asked cautiously, reminiscing the last time he came to find you here to satisfy his ulterior motives.

He frowned in response to your tone, choosing to ignore your hostility. “I haven’t been able to contact Jungkook for quite a few days. Just came to check if he appeared around here? Although the chances are pretty low... but I have tried looking everywhere”, he murmured listlessly.

“You guys fought?”, you asked.

He looked up in slight irritation. “We did... that night after you left his birthday party. Not this time though. So, I guess you haven’t seen him either?”

You shook your head and he nodded, turning towards the door. He walked a few steps away but then he turned around, marching back towards you again.

Staring closely into your eyes, he decided to tell you, “Something happened to him. He's definitely not alright. He turned off his phone for the past three days and I haven’t seen him around in school or anywhere which we would usually go.”

Concern started to grow within you as well, “Maybe he’s just at home? Have you checked?”

“That’s the last place he would be... I was there with him when it happened... at his house... he won’t be going back there any time soon.”

So... something happened to him at home?

“Whether you still wish to believe me this time, that’s up to you. As much as I hate to admit it, between the two of us now, he might want to see you more than me. But he’s still my best friend, and if he comes to look for you, or if you find him anywhere... just let me know whether he’s ok”, he relented. You were stunned as you watched him leave for real this time.

Good thing your mind was still operating though, “Hey Hoseok!”, you shouted after him. “I don't have your phone number yet... if I see him I'll let you know.”

---

You tried calling Jungkook and messaging him a few times after Hoseok left, as expected to no avail. Where could he have gone?

The next day you waited and waited to see if he would appear at the lecture. “Are you possessed by a meerkat?”, Namjoon wrote on a piece of paper and slid it over your lecture notes.

You side-eyed him with the best death glare you could pull off and he leaned over saying, “Your neck’s gonna break at this rate. He's not here and it doesn’t seem like he’s coming at all, the lecture’s ending in fifteen minutes.” Namjoon was probably right.

---

Your phone buzzed in your pocket as you were arranging a new row of books, you threw everything down instantaneously to check who it was, but it was just an advertisement from the ice cream place up on the second level of the mall.

As you were putting your phone away in disappointment, this brought back a memory to you. When Jungkook was talking about his father once, he had told you about how he fancied this one ice cream place near his elementary school, because his father used to fetch him from school and then they would hang out there. You mind flashes back to the conversation:

“Remember I told you he became the CEO after I turned eight years old? And he never came to fetch me again. But I still go there from time to time, whenever I feel like being reminded of those times.”

“Can’t imagine a guy like you just sitting around having ice cream. Isn't your heart already cold enough?”, you joked.

“Very funny Y/N.”, he replied, cocking up an eyebrow at you.

You texted Hoseok, asking him if he knew where Jungkook’s elementary school is. He replied you almost immediately with the answer and questioned why you were asking.

“I have a hunch on where he may be... but I'm not exactly sure where it is, I'll just give it a shot. Let you know if I find him”, you replied to Hoseok.

---

You clocked out early and headed down to the vicinity of the school address Hoseok sent to you. You searched for a list of all the ice cream parlours nearby and there were about eight of them pinned onto your map app.

It’s going to take a while to get to all of them, so you hurried on your way, hoping none of them would close before you reached them.

The first one you got to had a bright pink interior, it was filled with school kids, mostly girls. The second and the third places were close by, but none of them had any signs of the man you were hunting for. You ploughed through another three stores, glancing inside quickly through the huge glass windows and leaving whenever you failed to spot him.

It was the second last shop on the list, and you saw that they were supposedly closing for the daygiven that it was almost 10pm. You ran towards it and through the glass door, ignoring the greeting of the girl at the counter, frantically scanning the place.

Even you were shocked by yourself when you saw the familiar silhouette you had been searching for the whole day. There he was, sitting at the far end, by himself in a corner. Amazing that your guess was actually right.

You walked over to him, and stood next to the table he sat at, really minded to yell at him for turning off his phone and disappearing for so many days. The bowl of ice cream sitting in front of him looked untouched, it had already melted into a puddle of mint green goo peppered with brown chocolate flakes.

His eyes widened to see you there. How did you find him here? Or was he just hallucinating now? He reached out his hand wanting to test whether you were really there but his finger hovered just a centimetre away from touching you.

“I’m sorry, we are closing for the day, is there anything else you need?”, a young girl wearing the shop’s uniform asked politely from behind you.

"No, it’s fine. Thanks”, you turned to reply to her.

Before you managed to spin back to look at Jungkook again, he had gotten out of the chair and was blazing out the door. You ran after him, hopping down the short flight of steps outside the shop.

“Where are you going?”, you shouted towards his back view.

He turned around to face you and the way he looked at you, in the dusk of the orangey street lights, had you stopping a few feet away from him. “Where do you think I'd be going? You should know by now what kind of person I am, so stay out of my business.”

His eyes were reminiscent of someone you knew not too long ago – you were watching him transform back to that same guy you met the first time.

“You know that that’s a lie”, you snapped at him.

“Do I? What do I know anymore? I don’t even know... so, don't pretend like you know me either”, his voice brewed over with annoyance and disdain.

He turned to walk off again and you ran up to him this time, grabbing hold of his arm to stop him. He flung you off immediately and you stumbled back almost falling. He belatedly realised what he just did, but he did not apologise, he showed no emotions in fact, he had to keep it up.

Yet he just couldn’t bring himself to walk away again without making sure that you were alright.

Once you regained your balance you quickly went back up to him, your eyes boring a hole into his face given the intensity you were staring at him.

“What happened? What's wrong with you? Why are you doing this again? Hoseok told me something happened to you at home. I’m guessing it has to do with your Dad, seeing that you are here brooding over ice cream. Right? You are not going anywhere until you answer at least one of my questions.”

“The club, I’m going to the club. You asked where I was going just now, so I've answered one of your questions. Happy now?”, he said begrudgingly.

You gaped at his attempt to escape, and you could already start to feel the pain quaking your heart from watching him put up his defences again.

“Is this how it’s going to be? Fine, then I'll try to figure this out myself”, you declared as you took two steps closer to him, bringing your face so close to his chest that he could feel your breathing. You took his left hand in both of yours. Surprisingly you didn’t feel that much worse, your heart still hurt that much but your body hurt a little more than your heart did.

He froze for two seconds, perhaps three, because he wanted to feel your hands holding his just that much longer. But eventually he tried to hurl your hands off.

You were relentless, however, gripping onto his hand tightly. You lifted your head to look him right in his eyes, and he froze again. He knows you must be feeling it too, and he knows how horrible it feels. But he wants to hold onto you, he wants you to hold him like that. That is selfish of him, right?

As time trickled, the feelings within you also built up; a feeling that reminded you of the times he first touched you but so much worse, like it was now piercing and clawing holes into you. Only this time you were certain – you couldn’t tell the difference anymore, which feeling was his, and which was your own. Which feelings came from you grasping his hand and which you felt just by seeing him broken like this.

You didn’t even realise that a tear was rolling down the corner of your eye. All you could see was the depths of hollowness in his. Even then you wanted to know, what this feeling truly meant to him.

But he couldn’t bear to watch you any longer and with one forceful jolt, he yanked his hands out of yours finally. You staggered from the force and he fought hard to stop himself from reaching out to you again.

“Leave me alone, Y/N. You of all people don’t need someone like me around. Ignore me like you said you would. Don’t come looking for me like this again”, he didn’t think he was capable of feeling any worse up until this moment. Pushing you away like this made him hate everything even more, the darkness pooling inside his mind overwhelming himself.

“Stop telling me to leave, I’m not leaving until you tell me what is wrong!”, you rebuked with such determination.

“I need you to leave!”, he suddenly shouted, “I would rather all of you leave me when I tell you to, at least then... I can tell myself...”, he paused, covering his face with his hand, trying to maintain his façade. He closes his eyes, swallows hard and inhales harshly as he tries to push all his emotions back inside.

“Just leave, Y/N. If you are hurt too... I hate it...*”

(*너까지 아프면 싫어...)

And it dawns on you now. He was pushing you away. He didn’t want to have anybody. He was afraid of losing them. That feeling – it was not sorrow or anger. It was the trauma of abandonment, the feeling of loneliness, the pain of desolation.

You walked up to him yet another time, unyieldingly. Just like the benign wind of the night, your arms wrapped around him. You slowly pulled yourself close to him, resting your forehead on his shoulder.

“Even if it hurts, I’m not leaving.”

---

♫ “You wanna hurt yourself, I’ll stay with you.

You wanna make yourself go through the pain,

It’s better to be held than holding on...” ♫

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