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ariiluvsyou · 2 years ago

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omg I just stumbled across your werewolf piece- I love how you write!!! I would ABSOLUTELY LOVE a part 2!!!! In fact if you decide to make it a series then I could die a happy creature 💀 you're amazing

Authors Note: Hi hi!! (o^▽^o) OMG THANK YOU I’M SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT!! Ofc I’ll make a series for you, I’m sorry this took so long I just needed time to figure out a plot. AND OMG YOU MAKE ME MELT YOUR AMAZING TOO <33

Edit: ANON!! idk if anonymous friends who make requests get notifications when I respond to an ask! You may never see this T-T If you do please let me know any way you are comfortable!!!

|♡| Come Here, Wolfie |♡| 2 |♡|

M!Werewolf x F!Reader

Description: You currently sat at the mercy of the beast that had just killed minutes before, now looking oh so sweet. You couldn’t decide what was worse the fact that the monster wasn’t just some brainless dog, but could comminate to you like a human, or the fact that he turned out to be a handsome man that you recognized.

Rating: Fluff?

Disclaimer: Talk of Poverty, Abuse of Power, Non-descriptive Murder, Fainting, Non-descriptive Death, Cynophobia, Lupophobia,

Word Count: 2,937

Series: Part 1, Part 2

Links: Masterlist, Ask Me Anything, Tag List

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"Thank you..."

The voice of a man surrounding you caused your body to tense, quickly searching for the source of the sound. It was deep and warm, engulfing your body in a feeling of warmth that you could not even begin to process.

"Who's there?" You shouted into the air, attempting to sound intimidating despite already having a threat laying on your feet. Your voice echoed off the trees, proving that it was only you, the wolf, and the forest. 'Have I gone crazy?'

The giant wolf began to paw at your leg, rubbing his heavy killer claws gently against your leg as if to capture your attention. The scene before you seemed bizarre, how could a ferocious beast who murdered noblemen not too long ago crave a response from you? It was not possible, maybe he just wanted more food.

“I’m going to need the food, buddy. I can’t spare any more.” You couldn't help but have this nagging voice in the back of your head, telling you to just throw the bag at the beast since you were going to die anyway.

Even if the wolf had let you go, to survive the forest and all its challenges for who knows how long would seem impossible from the current position you were in. Not to mention the fact that even if you did survive you would never be allowed back in your village. They would figure out a way to blame the nobleman and knight's death on you without a proper trial. You would be hung by morning.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you thought about your small home and bakery, only three streets apart from each other. It was all you have ever known, a gift sent from a very generous person who allowed you to live your dreams and to sleep under a warm roof. Baking meant everything to you, creating masterpieces from simple ingredients, turning nothing into something like it was magic.

You can imagine it now, your home and bakery will be raided for any valuables and then torn down. Your house will be sold off to some noble since most of the peasants could not afford housing. The ache in your heart only seemed to increase the more you thought about it. The love and hard work you had put into those places had been destroyed by the events of today.

The wolf's stillness was broken at your tears, head lifting as it crawled on its stomach to inch closer to you, caution in its movements almost as if not to spook you. Now it rested on your lap, nuzzling your thighs and you gulped at the feeling of its soft fuzzy ears against your dress. That would have been the weirdest part if it wasn't for what followed.

"Deep breaths.” The voice was now firm, almost demanding, and from the emphasis of the wolf pushing its body weight into you, it was hard to ignore the obvious answer to your earlier question.

Your hands moved on their own, faster than you could think through your actions, grasping his head and pushing him away from your body so you could stare into his eyes in disbelief. Your head began to feel dizzy as its human-like eyes stared back at you, trying to decipher your reaction.

"I do not wish to scare you, truly I've missed you, Angel."

Maybe it was the fact that the voice sounded like it was in your head, or maybe it was the fact that you had convinced yourself that this voice was coming from the large grey beast in front of you. Or maybe, just maybe it was the familiar nickname you had only dreamed of being called again. Whatever it was, your brain had failed to comprehend it because the next thing you knew a wave of nausea hit you before there was a harsh snap of your cautiousness, vision fading to black as you were left at the mercy of the beast.

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He was the Lord's son, making him a celebrity from the moment he was born. His father was said to be a nobody before he moved to your small village, just a simple man with moderate money who chose to terrorize a secluded town too far from the kingdom to get aid.

Everyone hated him, however, he threw his money at people who supported him, quickly buying his way to the top. Eventually, he crowned himself as the ruler of your village, and that's when his true anarchy began.

The Lord began to create laws to which peasants like your family could only succumb, creating impossible taxes to pay if you owned property. This resulted in your family becoming homeless, to which The Lord quickly moved his groupies into the newly vacated market. Yes, it sure did pay to support him.

You and your family had been sleeping on the streets for only one week, but it seemed your parents couldn't take it and left you to fend for yourself, choosing that the four-week trip to the next town would be easier without a child.

At the tender age of eight, you had begged people for labor work so you could make money. It seemed rich nobles loved your sob story because you were quickly employed to do minor tasks like carrying buckets of water for baths. This had afforded you food and sometimes even a place to sleep if the employers were kind enough.

Up until that point you had only seen the Lord's son passing, always hidden behind a crowd of people cooing at him. All you had known about him was that his mother was the daughter of The Lord's biggest supporters and thus was betrothed to him despite having an almost fifteen-year age gap.

It was a normal day, you were trying to decide on a place to sleep after finding no luck for a place to stay. You opted to sleep on an old abandoned hammock near a small field of wildflowers. The scent of the flowers and the slow rocking of the hammock soothed you right to sleep and seeing as there were no signs of rain, it seemed like the perfect spot.

But when you had reached it, you had found that it was already occupied by none other than the young honorable boy. He certainly did not look like royalty at that moment, once an expensive suit ripped and torn, his face caked in mud with round red cheeks stained with what looked like tears.

You were rather agitated, his father had ruined your home, your family, and now he was ruining your sleep. "Wake up," you grumble, shaking his arm. Maybe if you were a bit more mature, with a bit more sense, you would have never dared to touch someone as high status as him. You called his name, which caused him to stir, rubbing one tired eye and opening the other.

His mouth hung open at the sight of you, probably covered in dust from a day worth of hard work, hands battered and scared patting down your dirty dress as you attempted to get his attention. "Why are you here?"

Your question was rude and snippy, but he didn't seem to mind as he just continued to openly gawk at you. You felt your eye twitch at his stupid face, how could someone who practices etiquette all day be so rude? Not that you were being the kindest at that moment.

"Hey! I was asking you a question, young lord," you tried once more, remembering to address him as his title. "Shouldn't you be at home? I'm sure your maid is looking for you."

It was at that moment that he had to be younger than you by a year or two, or at least certainly less mature as he reached out to cup your face, pinching the fat of your cheek as if to check something. "You smell...nice," was his only response.

This only confused you more, but you allowed him to touch your hair and trace your face, almost in a trance from your presence. This was one of the only moments in your life where you had felt important, no one had paid attention to you, always being in the background with no family or friends to share happy moments with. But not you held the attention of one of the most important people in the area.

The moment was ruined when the little boy's stomach growled rather loudly, to which he pulled back and tried to hide his flustered face. "Do you...do you have any food?"

You looked down, reaching into the pocket of your dress to pull out a small cake, clumsily decorated with a smiley face and small shapes. It was the result of your first time baking when a maid for one of the nobles you worked for had taught you how to make one.

"This...this is all I have."

You were ashamed, here you were presenting a rather ugly cake to a boy who had everything. But he didn't reject it or complain, instead he smiled, grabbed the treat, and broke it in half with his hands, offering you one of the parts. "It's not fair for me to take it all if you only have one."

Together you two ate and enjoyed the dessert, beginning to get to know each other over the hours he spend by your hammock. When he asked about his current state he avoided the answer like the plague. The only bit of information he gave you was that he had been locked out of his home due to the maid's not realizing he was missing.

He spent that night with you, sharing the hammock together as you tried to fight the cold. In the morning he left without a word, and you expected him to forget meeting you and move on. But that was not the case, the young noble was almost annoying with how frequently he visited you.

"Angel!" He'd call you, after hearing his maid say that whoever had taken care of him on the night he was locked out must have been an angel sent straight from heaven.

"Angel look! I found this really cool necklace in one of my Mom's boxes."

Surprisingly, the Lord's son was no spoiled brat, in fact as you got to know him he was rather pleasing, always doing the most to make you smile. Although, no one could deny that he was bathed in riches. You even had to explain to him the simplest of things like wheat fields since he had never been near one up close.

"Huh? Put that back she might get angry!"

"No way, she had enough. Do you think it will be enough to buy ingredients? I really want a cookie from you."

Without fail he would ask you for some sort of treat, claiming he became hooked on your baking from the start. In return, he would always bring you gifts, flowers from his private garden, a fancy stone from one of the tables, sometimes even a bag of coins if he was lucky enough to take it without being noticed.

"'s more than enough but I don't think we should be doing this.."

"Please? I'll do anything, Angel. I really, really want one."

You two had many adventures together, playing as heroes saving the kingdom in the fields, and splashing each other in the lake. The lord's son has never been known to be a trouble maker, but with you, he seemed to always want to break free.

"Oh..okay, fine. But promise me you'll take the extra money back to your mom!"

"Fine, fine." That day he had lied, instead of sneaking it into your pocket.

Your friendship had gone on for several months until your ninth birthday when he had promised to give you the best gift he could find. You had waited for him by the hammock all day, but he had never shown up. Just as you were about to fall asleep after angrily preparing your speech to him about lying, the village suddenly came to life with news about the young lord.

What came next was news that the Lord’s only child had been massacred by a witch who was hanged two days later, as well as three large bags of jewelry piled up next to your head when you had woken up the next morning.

"You're the best, I can't wait after wanna play in the field?"

"Sure, but this time I wanna be the princess!"

"Okay, but will I be?"

"You're obviously the hideous monster, you don't even need a costume for that one."

"You're so mean to me!"

"Hey, nobody told you to give me the nickname Angel."

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Your eyes slowly opened, sighing at the soft warm glow of a candle and the gentle scent of lavender that made your body melt into the soft cushion beneath you.

Wincing as you tried to turn to look at your surroundings, head throbbing painfully as you recalled the events that had led up to this, but the memory that had just played only distracted you from that goal. You had often thought about him, grateful for everything he had done for you.

He was your best friend, someone who was kind and enjoyable despite who he grew up around. Not only had he helped you discover your passion, had his gift afforded you a place to call home and a start to your business, but he had provided you company in your darkest times. He was simply a miracle whose life had ended too soon.

Once you had gained your bearings you sat up slowly, groaning as your body only continued to ache. You much have hit yourself hard when you fainted. It seemed like you were in a rather cozy-looking bedroom, wood tones and carvings making up the walls with minimal decorating. All the furniture looked handmade and well crafted, made out of solid oak and pine.

Whoever lived here was certainly the handyman.

On the bedside next to you was a dented metal cup filled with water which you quickly drank without thinking, your throat feeling as if it would rip apart if you tried to talk from how dry it was.

When you reached to wipe your mouth a twinge of light shone in the corner of your eye. Your head snapped in the direction from where it came from finding what looked like a small leather hunting bag with the tip of a knife sticking out.

Perfect.

You abandoned the warmth of the bed to grab the weapon, dumping out the remains of the bag, and only after deeming there wasn’t anything else useful in it did you turn to look at the door in the room. It was almost mocking you, daring you to leave the room and face whatever took you. You weren’t quite sure if you were brave enough to face that challenge.

But that question was never answered as instead the beast was sent to you. The door opened softly, revealing a rather large man carefully walking with a small tray of food in his hands trying not to spill its contents.

Your body tensed, holding the knife up threateningly although you failed miserably from how bad your hands were shaking. The man paused, quickly placing the tray of food onto a nearby table to be able to hold up his hands, trying to show you he was no threat.

“Woah woah, wait for a second, put the knife down, Y/N.” The man tried to reason, craning his neck to look into his eyes but you refused, instead of watching his hands in case he suddenly tried to grab you.

“Who the fuck are you? Where am I?” Voice straining from the stress you were under as your fight or flight senses seemed to kick in. You had never experienced such anger or confidence before this very moment. You felt like if necessary you were prepared to kill to save yourself.

“Y/N you know me, I promise I’m not trying to hurt you,” the man pleaded. “Look me in my eyes, tell me you don’t know who I am.”

And you listened, you didn’t know why you chose to finally look at his face, but what you had seen surprised you. You had expected some grungy, rather ugly beast-monster who lived alone in his secluded cabin, never seeing the light of day.

But instead, what you found was the complete opposite. He was tan, slight freckles adorning the sides of his cheeks that were hidden behind the loose strands of messy brown hair that fell onto his face. His pink lips were frowning, revealing creases in his skin and two sharp fangs peaked out of his mouth. Slowly you made your way up to his crooked nose, taking note of his clear skin with no blemishes. Finally, you landed on his eyes, just below two thick scrunched eyebrows creating a rather concerned face.

His eyes, the same ones that had hunted you down yesterday in the forest, hauntingly beautiful shade of grey, pupils large and focused, seemingly swallowing you whole. However, not only did you recognize those eyes in the form of a hairy beast, but you also recognized them from the dream you had minutes ago, eyes you never thought you would see again.

“Cassius?” Cassius Chloros, son of Lord Chloros, the boy who was brutally murdered by a wicked woman who sacrificed him to Satan.

“You fucking god it, Angel.”

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Authors Note: Uh, okay so about his name I’m a little insecure about it. Idk I wanted something god-like so ya.. I LIKE IT SO IDK DONT BE MEAN ABOUT HIS NAME Also thank you all for the love and support shown on my monster posts! I know they dont do too well in comparison to anime posts, but I still enjoy making them. Don’t be afraid to request any other monster posts you wanna see!! Comments and reblogs make my day, thank you!! <3 (´ ε ` )♡ Series: Part 1, Part 2

Links: Masterlist, Ask Me Anything, Tag List

#werewolves #werewolf #monster #beast #monster x reader #monster x you #werewolf x reader #werewolf x human #yn #female yn #fem!reader #exophillia #fluff #monster x yn

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ccsthemovie2 · 3 years ago

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trick or treat 2021 letter

DEAR MY KIND AND HARDWORKING GIFTER,

hi there my ao3 is zagspect and thanks in advance for making me a piece of fic or art in this fun little exchange! heres some food for thought to munch on.

i loooove slice of life, character moments, outsider povs that make things we’re used to in canon seem absurd or funny or weird or scary, humor, horror-in-fluff’s-clothing, sweetness-found-in-horror, and also just plain sweetness. feel free to get weird or experimental with your writing if you think the moment calls for it :3 im not really requesting anything sexy-nsfw in this exchange so pls keep things down to a nice pg13 (high-rated gore for higurashi work is an exception, lol, like, it’s when they cry. that’s just part of the deal.)

🌸✨

cardcaptor sakura (trick or treat!)

clear card manga spoilers are fine with me! manga and anime canon are both fine, and mashing them up is cool too. no aus past that though, please!

clow reed

the big man himself! scare me with his his manipulative tendencies, his eternal pushpull fear of both being eternally relied on and being no longer needed, the way he treats other people, especially people who love him. (yue! the madoushi! i am into both of these being unrequited romantically on his end, but he’s not gonna just gonna tell them that, you think he’s straightforward like that?) what’s daily life like in the clowse? creating a new card, what’s that like? does everybody get along with the normal, non magic neighbors?

yelan li

what’s up with her??? what’s her relationship with her children like, what are the responsibilities of a magician family’s head, how weird is it that clow is kind of back all of a sudden, what’s her thoughts on sakura? fleshing out a minor character is always fun :]

eriol & li

okay, so, we get to the end of the original series. syaoran returns to hong kong. ????????. syaoran is in cahoots with eriol to (vaguely alluding to cc spoilers in case you haven’t caught up in the manga), do some pretty serious magic behind sakura’s back.

so, like... what went down in the ?????

kero & sakura & yue

they’re FAMBILYYYYY. magic found family i love them so much. show me the depths of their care for her, and hers for them, the way there’s absolutely some ice to break with yue but when he gets loyal he will DIE for you, the way sakura can mend the rift between kero and yue, the way the two of them are balancing this wonderful openness and equality with oh yeah, she’s eleven, we kind of said some seriously dark stuff in the haze of sleepover talk didn’t we?

ruby & spinel & eriol

pre-canon or mid-canon or post-canon! what’s the dynamic between them, a quiet night in, a day out telling people that you’re connected by whatever lie you find funniest. going to tomoeda and having to pretend youre a kid, a teen, and a cat, but goddd you could all go for an elegant and adult glass of wine right now (especially the cat). what horrors are lurking in that house from the clow era that no one cares to address? like emotionally and also because it’s a magic wizard house with magic stuff in it.

touya/yukito/yue

i am here for any and all angles of this ship- all together, your touyukis, your yuetouyas, your yuekitos if you wanna get in on a rarely seen angle! (but pls have touya and/or yukito be 18+ at a time where yue shows interest in them). i wanna see the way they interact! how they deal with, you know, the everything! pre-relationship pining, going on a date, touya and yukito in college wondering if they’ll end up having different majors, different paths for the first time. yukito seeing yue on video for the first time (OH NO HES HOT), yukito and yue figuring out internal boundaries, etc etc etc.

naoko and touya

the girl who loves ghosts and the guy who sees (or, used to see), ghosts! does she follow him to one of his haunts (pun intended)? does he have to go to her for ghost sensing advice now that he’s a regular old human? does he have to save her from a ghost that means her harm? how excited is she to tell sakura about the COOL GHOST I MET WITH YOUR BROTHER OMG U DIDNT TELL ME HE LIKES GHOSTS??? and how much does sakura wanna sink into the ground lololol

🌹⚔️

revolutionary girl utena (trick or treat!)

ohh, what a place of scary happenings! tell me a fairytale, even if it’s not such a good idea. pre, mid, postcanon, im fine with it all. feel free to weave a web with easter egg references to any other media you feel is right for the moment- utena is all about Genre and Stories!

shadow girls

i love them i love their whole everything. i wanna see a play, i wanna see them interact with other characters! what if they do a play AS the other characters, ooooh.

anthy/utena

THE GIRLS WHO INVENTED LOVE THEMSELVES. ive read a thousand stories of them finding each other and it never gets old. id love to read about their life post-ohtori, especially the not-so-happily-ever-after parts- the old wounds reopening, the fights, and how they work through it, wont lose each other ever again.

saionji/touga

what’s spookier than toxic masculinity? both of them miserably stuck, saionji obsessed with touga, touga believing anyone who believes in friendship is a fool. bro we are taking shirtless pictures among 500 potted cacti....why does my heart hurt..... oh shit its the cactus i rolled onto it ow ow

nanami

nanami being nanami! she’s got no clue how to act ever, she’s desperate, she’s trying SO HARD. i’d love to see a nanami finally getting out of there, too. leaving home with nothing but the clothes on her back, diamonds in her necklace, and a wheeled suitcase of raw eggs.... (crunch crunch crunch)

🎲🗓

higurashi when they cry (trick or treat!)

i’m a gou/sotsu enjoyer and gonna prompt about that a lot but original flavor is, of course, great too. pls dont go too heavy on info outside the main 8+saikoroshi+gou/sotsu? i haven’t read those. ive read umineko+ciconia though so references there are fine :3

rena/mion/keiichi

college days! getting together, crushing on each other, poly relationship figuringouts? dates that are just club meetings with kissing and all the ridiculousness of that.

satoko/rika

gou/sotsu era TOXIC LESBIAN EPIC MOMENTS!!!!!! obsession and desperation and satoko putting all her emotional eggs in rika’s basket no matter how angry she is with her, rika’s love for satoko across 100 years and how that all crumbles (to satoko) in the face of rika’s Cool School. rika wanting satoko to go to school with her so so so bad. deep pain and misunderstandings and acting badly (like, murder badly), and then, we hope, atonement and something new beginning? i love character moments where someones so obsessively in love it feels like its eating them up inside.

rena & satoko

look, rena’s smart and really pays attention to how people feel and i think, before or after satoko becomes a looper but especially after, she would make an attempt to have a heart to heart with satoko. and satoko, as a looper, will politely brush her off, will go you dont know me you can’t affect me. youre just a chess piece. when i get to the miracle world where rika loves me, ill listen to you. this you is here to die, or to kill.

eua

oh eua is just using satoko up like a bar of soap and it takes satoko way, way too long to realize. evil girltalk/crush advice from the witchmom perhaps?

shion

meakashi made me LOVE her. internal shion moments, perhaps? shion being an empath (decides what ppl are thinking and instantly believes it)? shion in gou-era wanting to talk to satoko about st. lucia’s, but she never shows up to dinner?

okay i think that’s all for now!!! thanks and i hope you have fun!!!

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7joonie · 5 years ago

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fics I’ve read part 2 ♡

hi everyone! here is part 2 of my list of fics I’ve read and would recommend. like my previous post, they’re in no particular order and include lots of different ships and ratings. enjoy ♡♡♡

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those nights (when you crave someone to be there at dawn) by bellamees (yoonkook, rated M, 30917 words)

[“you put the blood next to the milk,” jungkook says weakly, lips against the skin just under yoongi’s ear. “like it’s normal.”]

au: vampires (vampire jungkook!)

tw: violence / gore, implied / referenced character death

i don’t usually read vampire fics but this one is GOOD GOOD GOOD

they’re so in love omg

lots of angst with some softness!!

lots of sexual tension

the smut in this fic is BEAUTIFUL *chef’s kiss* seriously it’s so good

the ending had me screaming into my pillow like WAS IT NECESSARY SSKSKSKSKS

read it

i wonder how i got by this week (i only touched you once) by pomegranitemilk (yoonkook, rated teen & up, 31507 words)

[“prometheus brought fire to humans and saved mankind. you brought fire, a different fire, to me and saved a piece of humanity i couldn’t.”]

au: hyyh

tw: suicidal thoughts, suicide attempt, depression

THIS FIC OH MY GOD

the angst, the sadness, the emotion, i really really felt that and it was so unbearably good

so much angst!!!!

yoongi is a blind pyromaniac, jungkook is sad sad sad

the symbolism in this fic is beautiful

typed in all lowercase and you know i love that

this fic made me feel so so so much, read it please

40,000 feet in the sky, I found you by MissterMaia (taekook, rated teen & up, 8428 words)

[He needed help, and in the deepest moment of his panic, he reached out to the only person he knew might hear him. “Make it stop,” he thought desperately, focusing so hard his head hurt. “Please, please, please, make it stop, I can't handle this, I can't, it's too much, I--”

“I'm here.”]

au: soulmates

so fluffy!! omg

in this au, you can speak to your soulmate telepathically

tae is literal sunshine

jungkook is scared of flying

pilot yoongi!!

so fluffy and cute, this fic made me so happy!!!

truth so loud (you can’t ignore) by thestarsabove (taekook, rated E, 72604 words)

[“One second you’re all over me, and then the next you’re just... not,” Jeongguk says, running a disgruntled hand through his hair. On some level, he recognizes he should probably stop talking immediately, but that’s not the level he’s currently occupying. “It’s confusing.”

Taehyung blinks at him with wide eyes, his lips parted in obvious surprise. “I... sorry,” he says quietly, hands twisting. “I shouldn’t - I’ll stop.”

“I don’t want you to stop,” Jeongguk huffs, irritated that Taehyung seems to be missing the point. “I want you to finish what you start.”]

canon compliant

this is one of the first canon compliant fics i read omg and it killed me

so much pining!!

IT HURT me so bad but has a happy ending

soft, but when the angst shows up it SHOWS. UP.

good smut with feelings *chef’s kiss*

honestly it’s a taekook classic, read it!!

choking on fantasies by brokentransition (jikook, rated teen & up, 24017 words)

[“This is where I should have noticed,” Jungkook thought as he glared at the swing set he had flown off of months ago. “How was I so oblivious?”]

au: hanahaki disease

tw: major character death, some blood / gore, body horror

ah, yes, i am a sucker for hanahaki fics because i love subjecting myself to pain!! and this one does such a good job hurting me

angst angst angst angst angst angst

just straight up tragic

the ending hit me like a brick, oh my godddd

i’m so sorry!!

same damn hunger by marienadine (sope, rated E, 40468 words)

[“Jesus fuck, Hoseok,” Yoongi chokes out, trying like hell to hold still. “Jesus fuck, where the fuck did you—”

“Don’t be too loud,” Hoseok murmurs. “Namjoon will fuckin’ murder us if he catches us in here.”

“Fuck Namjoon. Seriously, fuck Namjoon.”]

au: college / university

friends with benefits to lovers

slow burn

misunderstandings

drunken fun times & recreational drug use

this is one of the most realistic college aus i have ever read!! i love it

the smut is so good good good!!!

bangtan friend group!!

happy ending

ghost story by mindheist (taekook, rated E, 19729 words)

[A ghost’s kiss is sometimes sad. Sometimes it hurts. Sometimes it’s filled with all the love in a lifetime.]

au: non-famous / normal life / modern with historical flashbacks??

tw: death in detail, violence, homophobia, mentions of death / afterlife

this fic made me laugh and cry omg it was a rollercoster

sadness and some softness

the ending was so GOOD and left me thinking about it afterwards for a long time omg someone please make this into a movie

my heart hurts

i really cried, oh my god it’s so heartbreaking

the author is so talented and tells the story with such good description, i could really see it in my mind’s eye omg

it’s so good, just read it okay?

anchor me, in stars. by hereigoagain (taegi, rated E, 25867 words)

[Yoongi gestured at the ocean below them, the sky above them. The stars, the moon. “It’s—it’s like we’re in space.” He bit his lip, leaning back a little, not quite sure when he’d straightened. “It’s fucking beautiful.”

He peeked at Taehyung again. Taehyung was still looking at Yoongi.

Yoongi’s lips twisted a little, a smile he tried to fight as he pushed Taehyung’s shoulder. “Don’t even. Don’t.”

Taehyung smiled. With the way the moon was shining, his eyes really were glowing. “You’re fucking beautiful.”

“I told you, don’t,” Yoongi groaned, but he was fully grinning now. “You giant fucking cliché. I’m going to puke over the side of this boat.”]

au: non-famous / normal life

the smut in this fic is so good, oh my god

exhibitionism, voyeurism (jungkook), lots of dirty talk

fluff too!!

tae is rich but this is not a sugar daddy au

they move fast, no slow burn here sksksks

i love this fic and it’s pretty filthy omg but also cute

with you, anywhere by fruitily (yoonkook, rated M, 9957 words)

[“even when you don’t know me, i still make you cry.”

when jungkook blinks, the tears fall. when the tears fall, they don’t stop falling. yoongi can see an almost-recognition, so painfully close to it but not quite, behind his eyes.

“i loved you,” jungkook says in between sobs, and he’s asking: didn’t i? didn’t i?]

au: hyyh

i feel a certain way about hyyh yoonkook and this is no exception

angst angst angst

so much love, i can feel it, the longing

happy ending

light smut with feelings!!!

ugh this fic really made my heart sing, read it please

sleep slow and dream awake themarmalade (namkook, rated E, 9270 words)

[It means something, maybe, that Jeongguk feels like home out here too, and at the noodle shop they stopped in before, and at the convenience store a few blocks down where they bought strawberry ice cream. Everywhere they went bloomed with Jeongguk's presence, painted in tones of him like daydreams in present tense, the same vivid comfort that grips his heart when he wakes to Jeongguk's weight against his chest, legs tangled in soft sheets.

Home anywhere, home everywhere. Home, maybe, even when they aren’t together, memories and anticipation enough to carry him around like a lantern in his chest.]

au: roommates

SO MUCH SOFTNESS AND LOVE

i love this fic so much, they are so damn cute skskskskss

domestic fluff

smut with feelings!!

cuddling and literal sleeping together

ugh i feel so warm when i read this fic!

please read, it will make you smile

love at first sigh by elemir (yoonmin, rated M, 4292 words)

[Yoongi’s glad to hear the sound of his neighbor’s voice again when he resumes singing, and thinks to himself that this is their first proper duet, their first real time singing together intentionally and huh, they actually sound pretty good.]

au: shower?? normal life

oh my god this is so cute

yoonmin are neighbors who can hear each other in the shower and they sing together!!

short oneshot that will make you happy

nirvana by syubology (jihope, rated M, 57207 words)

[There is really only one phrase in this world that accurately describes a Drunk Park Jimin, and that phrase is Thirsty as fuck – and not for alcohol.]

canon compliant

omg this is so smutty with some plot

drunk bangtan shenanigans

i’m sweating!!

i have died every day waiting for you (but loved you for a thousand more) by yasutora (jikook, rated M, 78277 words, unfinished / work in progress)

[“You’re hurting just as much as I am, Jungkook, if not more. And there’s something very wrong with that because it should not be like this. You’re not supposed to hurt like this.”]

au: soulmates, au: college / university

tw: implied child abuse, self-harm, suicide attempt

in this soulmate au, you can feel your soulmate's pain

the angst hurts so good

slow burn

it’s so beautiful i can’t wait for updates skskskss

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reeree1500 · 5 years ago

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The Return-Part 4

Okay y'all here's Part 4. OMG I cannot believe the amount of love that this story has gotten😍 it truly warms my heart, that an idea I had a while ago and have now just started writing has been loved by so many of you:) And with that lets get on to the storyyyy

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 part 8 part 9

Taglist: @yanii-the-hippie @oceans-daughter-3 @peaceisadirtyword @laketaj24 @camatsuru @amy8220 @cutegyrl927 @cindy-exo @cainismyname @affection-rabbit @ragnarssonsbitch @mel0nch0ly @wuxiesalt

Disclaimer: My sucky ass writing as always:) Some slight insinuation of incest; Fluff (an attempt anyway); And bad grammar and spelling (sorryyyy); Heart palpitations according to @yanii-the-hippie 😂 Hope you all enjoy☺️

Your POV

My head hurts so much that I feel as if I've just been hit by a carriage. The sounds of arguing around me do not help the situation at all. So I try to not focus on the pain or the voices around me that won't subside and remember what happened. Images of Mira surface in my mind. Her corpse on the floor and the death rune carved into her back. My best friend and most trusted subject was killed because of me. I can't help but wince at the realization that I will never be rid of the death and chaos that I bring everywhere with me.

Fluttering my eyes open, my eyes wander looking for the source of those voices. As I begin to stand up from the very comfortable bed, I scan the room trying to find any trace of the people who were in here earlier. My eyes land on a pile of shirts neatly placed on the table. Walking towards them I come to notice that Im not in my dress anymore, but in what's seems to be a mans shirt. “Nice pair of legs you got there (y/n), wanna trade with me for a while?” At the sound of Ivars voice, I shriek and turn around whilst trying to pull down the shirt that is covering my body. “Ivar what the hell!” At the sound of my screaming Ivar just walks closer to me with a smirk gracing his perfect face. “W..what are you doing?!?!” His hands grasp onto mine and all I can do at that moment is stare back at him with my eyes and mouth open wide in shock. “You're gonna ruin my shirt if you continue to pull it down. Plus, you don't want me to see your breasts now do you?” At that, all the blood from my body rushes to my face. Turning me as red as an apple.

Ivar grabs my face in his hands and his eyes scan over it. “I know we’ve just met. And its probably really wrong for me to feel what I‘m feeling, considering you're my sister. But, when you were unconscious it was probably the hardest thing I have gone through so far in my life. Not knowing if you would wake up was a nightmare that I could not wake up from.” Ivar says with an exasperated sigh. “Ivar....” I begin to say, but am soon interrupted by his lips placed on mine. I know I shouldn't reciprocate his feelings towards me or his kiss for that matter. But, the fact of the matter is that even in this short amount of time, this man has made feel things that I have not felt in my whole life. This man however is my brother and that is something that will not change. Soon the warmth of his soft and plump lips leave mine. Before I can say something about how inappropriate that was, Ivar is already walking towards the door. You know for a cripple he’s fairly fast.

“You know (y/n) I’m so excited for what's in store in our future.” He says as he reaches the door. Rearing his head to where I still stand in utter shock of what just transpired seconds ago. “Especially, since we now share a room.” At that Ivar winks at me and leaves the room, with that smirk on his face. Once the door is closed my legs give out from underneath me. “Lord what have I just gotten myself into. It is wrong for me to have these sort of thoughts and feelings for my brother. Please give me the strength necessary in order to get through this.” As I look up and close my eyes I can only beg that he hears my prayer and somehow gives me the power to get through this. But knowing the almighty, something will happen.

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As the weeks went on by, we had buried Mira the Christian way. Although nearly no one shared my beliefs, it felt nice to be able to have Mira been given the respect she deserved. People had brought flowers and different types of gifts to me in order show me their condolences. On the outside I had to be strong and show them that whoever did this had not gotten to me. However, my family knew all too well the toll it took on me. Especially Ivar, who would hold me at night and whisper sweet nothings into my ear when I had the recurring nightmare of that night. The raid that was supposed to occur after the festival was cancelled. I had expected many people to be upset at the fact that it was. But what I saw was a community come together for someone they did not know. And that is what I missed the most about Kattegat. The people. My people.

Ragnar, Bjorn, and Ubbe had decided to lead an investigation into who had murdered Mira. So far they had gotten a couple of leads, but nothing that would certainly pinpoint who the culprit was. In his worry my father had decided to teach me how to fight, so that I would be able to defend myself if it came down to it. He knew that this was a personal attack on me. And a personal attack on a son or daughter of Ragnar Lothbrok was an attack on him too. “Come on my beautiful sister, we have some more training to do.” I can hear Hvitserk say as he comes up from behind me. “Is that really necessary Hvitty? We trained yesterday!” On the weeks that went by I could say that Hvitty and I got really close. Closer than probably me and Ivar are. After the kiss with Ivar, I had tried to put as much distance between myself and him. What we had done was wrong and a sin. And I could not allow myself to give in to such temptations.

However, that doesn't mean that Ivar still didn’t try to get closer to me. Every chance he got I var would hold my hand or hug me from behind. I knew that people where beginning to get the wrong idea, as I had caught Margrethe talking about how “close” we were for siblings. As soon as I heard that I began to make sure to only talk or look at Ivar if necessary. Waking me up from my thoughts Hvitserk takes my hand and leads me out of the hall. “Im coming. Im coming. Calm down!” I cannot help but contain my laugh at Hvitserk’s desire to want to train with me. Its probably the cutest thing I have ever seen. “You look like a child anxious to play with a brand new toy, Hvitty.” At that Hvitserk lets out a chuckle. “Only of you're the brand new toy and I get to play with you everyday.” he winks at me as he says this. “Come on you're distracting me, let’s get to work. Legs shoulder width apart and make sure you have good balance...”

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Bjorn POV

“We must have gotten somewhere by now! I want whoever is responsible dead!” my father screams at Ubbe and I. “Father, we've searched through and through, but there are no certain leads! Its a he said she said situation thus far!” Ubbe yells back at him. “Do not tell me what I already know, boy! I just cannot help but feel useless and like I am not able to protect my own. We all know that that was supposed to be your sister dead, not that poor girl.” at that he trails off. My father has lost way too much over the years. Many friends have come and gone. But the way we buried Mira, could only remind him of his best friend Athelstan. The Christian priest that changed his life (and mine believe it or not) for the better. He was murdered too, and that has always been a constant reminder to him of someone he could not save.

“What I think that we should be doing instead of arguing is perhaps, finding someone who is good at unmasking people. Since none of us can seem to find who it could be.” I tell them both, getting tired of their back and forth arguing. “And who would you suggest Bjorn. No one can know that (y/n) is here, besides the people of Kattegat. Our enemies will know how to get us. Hell one of them probably was behind this!” my father reciprocates. “I think we all know who I’m talking about. Im just wondering if you'll be able to reel in and control that bitch of yours, when she gets here. Since I’ve already sent word to her.” I bark back at my father. I don't know if its because im sick of him treating me as if ill never be good enough. Or because (y/n)’s life is on the line, but I had never found the courage to stand up to my father, until now. At my words my father becomes silent. It might the loads of ale Ive had today, but I swear that I can see what seems to be pride in his eyes. “How long?” “One day’s ride” It is then that my father shouts to the thralls...

“Prepare the great Hall! The Queen is coming home!”

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Your POV

As the hours went by and my training had somewhat gotten better, I pleaded with Hvitserk to do something else. “Okay!Okay! We’ll stop training! But what else do you want to do?” Hvitserk's says shielding his sword. “I don't know, back in Frankia Uncle Rollo used to take me to the lake and taught me how to swim. Is there a lake nearby?” At that Hvitserk looks at me like I‘ve grown horns and a huge smile breaks out. “Come on, let’s eat quickly and then I have somewhere I wanna take you!” Rushing towards me Hvitserk grabs my hand and we quickly run off towards the great hall. Once we both quickly swallow our food, we head to the stables. There we find non other than Ivar in what seems to be him being pleasured by a thrall.

“Oh, Im so sorry. We didn't mean to intrude.” I say whilst quickly turning around. “Awww you're so cute (y/n), you’ve never seen or been pleasured before?!?!? Is that why you're as red as a tomato right now?” Hvitserk chuckles at me while trying to pry my hands away from my face. “Shut upppp!! Hvitty, get the horse and lets goooo!!” I chuckle nervously at him. “Its ok (y/n), you should take notes from Margrethe here. Who knows you might have to use them some day.” Ivar manages to say through his... compromising position. “Well Ivar, (y/n) and I are gonna go on a little adventure. Don't wait up...” At that Hvitserk grabs the reins on the horse and passes them on to me. “You know how to ride (y/n)?.” “Of course, Hvitty. Its literally my favourite thing to do.” “I’m glad to hear that. Now lets go!” And with that Hvitserk and I were off to God knows where. But one thing I knew for sure was that if Hvitserk was involved, we were sure to have a good time.

Bjorn POV

Soon the day had gone by and it was just a matter of time before my mother was here. You could hear a pin drop in the great hall. The anxiousness that lingered in the air was so thick that you could probably cut it with a knife. My father could not stop bouncing his leg, some thing he did when he too was nervous or didn't know the outcome of certain events. My head quickly towards the doors when I heard the neighing and hooves of the horses. At that we all stood up and thats when both Ubbe and I noticed we were missing certain people. “Ivar, where's (y/n) and Hvitserk? They're supposed to be here or did you not tell them that we would have company tonight?” I whisper at him trying to not get noticed by father or Aslaug. “Probably fucking somewhere. You know they've gotten pretty close these past few weeks I wouldn't put it past them.” At that I just look at him shocked. “Are you sure it’s just him Ivar? Don't act like I haven’t caught you staring at our sister when she's taking bath or when she's walking around the market.” Sigurd chimes in. “Whatever we will resume this conversation after this. But send someone to get those two here. NOW!”

When I turn back I am able to see my father already walking towards the door with the family behind him. Making my way outside I catch a glimpse of my mother on horseback. The most beautiful woman to grace the earth and the most skilled in combat. She taught me everything I know and for that I could never thank her enough. Behind me came up my wife Torvi, I smile down at her and hold her hand. She knows that I will do anything for my family, especially my mother and sister. And I will protect them at any cost. As my mother gets down from her horse I immediately go towards her and give her a hug. “You know that surprise I told you about in the letter. Well, I have an even better one now.” I say whilst chuckling in her ear. “My son, how many times do I need to tell you that Im not so easily surprised.” She laughs back at me. You don’t know what's in store mother...

After much due catching up with my mother. It’s time to get down to business. Father fills mother in about the fact that there has been a murder the night go the spring festival. My mother begins to ask questions on how we've conducted the investigation, to which Ubbe fills her in. I cant seem to pry my eyes away from the doors. Hoping that my sister and brother walk into the hall safely. It’s been hours and no one has heard or seen of them. “Bjorn, are you okay? You're not really focused on the matter at hand?” Torvi says while placing her hand on my knee. “Yeah...Yeah, Im fine just a little anxious thats all.” At that she leaves it alone. It is then that we hear some jugs fall over and loads of laughter. “Hvitty get upppp. Everyone is gonna knowwww....” I can hear the slurs of my younger sister. “Pfttt.. Like they careeee, were just having some funnnn....” Great these two are drunk of their asses and dropping shit everywhere. It is then that they both enter the hall. (Y/n) is carrying Hvitserk, in what seems to be a futile attempt to act normal. But when her eyes land on the blonde graying hair of our mother she drops Hvitserk and immediately you can see that she sobers up.

“Mama...”

At that my mother stops talking. And her eyes begin to well up with tears. “No. it cannot be. It’s the gods playing tricks on me.” My mother says whilst looking down, refusing to turn around. My father gets up from his chair and kneels beside my mother. “It is true. She is here, come with me. I promise you she will not be taken from you again.” My father’s voice cracks at the end. As I truant where my sister stands I can see the pan and suffering coursing through her body. Her eyes show a small child that was ripped from her safe place and placed in an evil and hungry world, that only wanted to make her suffer. As my mother and father stand up I catch a glimpse of Aslaug and her stone cold face. That is filled with rage and what seems to be a predatory glare towards my sister. Trying to put it to rest and not say anything, I turn towards my parents. My father holds may mother in his arms as to keep her from falling over. “ My baby girl. Tell me that this was not dream that Ive had for the past 6 years and that you're actually here with me.” My mother manages to say through her tears. But,(y/n) is barely able to get anything out through her sobs. All she does is run to where my mother and father stand and embraces them. At that they all fall to the floor in their embrace. Hvitserk is now standing beside me. Watching, with the rest of us the reunion of a mother with her child. In my daze of being focused on my parents and sister reuniting I fail to realize that both Torvi and Aslaug are missing......

Aslaug POV

“She should have been dead!!! What part of kill the insolent bastard child do you not understand!” I scream at Torvi. “You did not tell me that she was the daughter of Ragnar and Lagertha. Much less Bjorn's sister!” I had ordered Torvi to kill (y/n) so that what I had done that night many years ago, would not come back to haunt me or my family. I did this in order to protect them. That insolent child will only bring death with her. The death of our gods. And that is something I will not allow. I had faked to not have known about her existence all that time ago, but I cannot put past me the prophecy that was foretold by the volva. I will do anything in my power to make sure that she gets nowhere near my sons. For I rather die then see an era were Vikings and Christians alike are one people.... “When Helga and Floki get to the dock. Report back to me immediately and tell Floki that he has an unfinished job from 6 years ago.” As I stare at my husband and his so called “family” I cannot help, but get a bad feeling about this.

That Christian child will pay for coming between my family....

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rainandhotchocolate · 6 years ago

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Hello luv

A/N: This took me so fkn long to write omg - also extra soz to @nym-phi for how long this took me, I got very caught up in writing longer stories… ANYWAY I hope you like this as a lil V-day fluff piece - I hope this is ok!

Come Home

Y/N closed the door behind her, sliding down the door huffing. She smelled like Carlton Draught beer, it was soaked into her fingernails, and she could still feel where men had pinched her ass all night as she served them drinks. The lights were all off in her apartment, but Y/N couldn’t bring herself to get up and turn them all on. The idea of her having to stare herself in the mirror covered in the mess of a workplace she’d been in for the past year made her want to start crying again.

Remus would have already made her a hot chocolate, a hot water bottle, and sat her in bed, telling her to put in her resume somewhere else, ‘somewhere that deserves her’. Y/N hated when he said that.

Y/N groaned finally, pulling herself up off the floor, rubbing her eyes and moving begrudgingly down towards her shower. She felt the hot water burning her skin, forgetting all the places that she had been touched or beer had been poured on her. After drying herself off and slipping into bed ducking her head under the covers to black out the noise and lights still coming through the window from Shoreditch.

She fell in and out of sleep. She felt strong arms curl around her waist, pulling her back into a warm chest hair brushing into her neck…

Y/N gasped, sitting upright as daylight began streaming into her window. She couldn’t help but check the bed beside her to see if he was there, smirking slightly, pushing his dark hair off his forehead. Y/N couldn’t help it, it was like a compulsion, just in case one day he happened to be there waiting for her.

“Y/N, Y/N are you up?” Another voice called out, Y/N realising why she woke up so suddenly.

“Yes Rem, all up, not naked” She yawned, grinning at him as he pulled open the door to her bedroom rolling his eyes.

“You look wrecked” Remus came and sat next to her handing her over a large cappuccino, scrunching up his nose at the smell as she opened up the coffee cup and sipped on the powdered chocolate.

“Thanks, Moony, always know how to cheer a girl up” She sighed as the caffeine began to course through her veins, “Are you all organised for next week?”

“Oh yes, got the streamers, balloons, several chains to bolt myself to the basement so I don’t get loose and kill the rest of London in a murderous werewolf rampage”

“Perfect! And guess what, I’m on my period next week too! We’re finally in sync” She winked, gulping more of the hot coffee as it warmed her up, “So why are you over so early”

“It’s 12”

“You know I got home at 4am right”

“I was here to give you some news, shush!”

“Ok, ok” Y/N grinned into her drink.

“Alright so, I got a letter – and stop interrupting me ok, this is good news, - from Dumbledore” His face split into a smile, one that lit up his eyes in a way that Y/N hadn’t seen in, well 11 years (11 weeks, 3 days), “He offered me a job”

“He what! What job?”

“Defence against the Dark Arts Professor”

“REMUS!” Y/N threw herself at him, hugging him a little too tightly.

“Can’t – breath” Remus attempted to laugh as Y/N pulled away from him.

“Remus, that is so exciting! How long have I been telling you to apply, Dumbledore would do anything for you”

“It is a really big deal, I’m a little worried that he hasn’t thought the whole way through” And here was classic Remus again, brow furrowing deeper into his forehead as he began listing out all the potential problems there would be if he became a Professor at Hogwarts.

“Stop it, Shush! You literally studied for this, you have run through the syllabus for fun, and I can’t even count the amount of time you tried to teach s-“ Y/N caught herself before she said it, “me how to defend myself against a Grindylow. They’re going to love you”

“He mentioned another thing as well”, Remus continued, a little quieter. Y/N felt her stomach turn over. She’d already thought about it, about who might be at Hogwarts around about now, with black hair and round glasses.

“Harry’s going to be in one of my classes” Remus began picking at his nails, a nervous habit he’d picked up ever since Professor Slughorn told him that having long nails would result in him not being able to adequately stir his potion, clearly unaware of Remus’ nails being leftover from his latest full moon.

“Has Dumbledore told him anything?”

“No, I don’t think so”.

They both remained silent momentarily. Y/N remembered the day Harry went to Hogwarts, September 1st 1991, Remus and Y/N had taken days of work and sat at home drinking Firewhiskey. Y/N almost glanced over to the small black box pushed under her bedside table, the lid bursting open with small pointy corners of envelopes pointing out the sides. Y/N cleared her throat awkwardly and turned back to smile at Remus.

“When do you start then? Do you have to go in early?”

“Well normally, yes, but I mentioned that my furry little problem peaks up again next week, so he’s allowed me to come in on the train with the rest of the students”

“Get some nostalgia, maybe they’ll let you sit up with the driver like you’ve always wanted!” Y/N winked and shoved his shoulder slightly.

“Oh shut up” Remus growled, but he was grinning at her, “I’m really excited”

“You really, really should be” Y/N squeezed his forearm, “And stop internally worrying, I bet you already have a full years study plan ready”

“Well, I have been asking Dumbledore if he can bring in some cages for me” Remus’ grinned again, a twinkle in his eye that Y/N hadn’t seen since Si-, since their own days at Hogwarts.

“Are you ok?” Remus watched her closely as she shook her head, pulling at the hem of her pyjama top.

“Yes, sorry of course! Just a bit tired, come on let's go get your supplies, I know you’re desperate to get some new 0.7mm ballpoint pens”

Remus poked her in the ribs lightly and stood up, straightening out his trousers, “Alright get dressed lazy bones, I’ll meet you downstairs”.

“Do you-“

“Yes I have two muffins and a croissant downstairs, so hurry the fuck up” Remus closed the door behind him chuckling loudly.

They spent the rest of the day trawling through every stationary store in Convent Garden. Neither of them wanted to bring up the fact that he would probably be needing some actual magical quills from Diagon Alley. They had both been avoiding it for a while now, only going when extremely necessary, or they couldn’t find another place that sold what they needed. Waving Remus goodbye from the Northern Line platform heading back towards Brixton. She felt her stomach drop as he turned away and her head swirled with the idea of being alone for the next 6-12 months as Remus went to teach at Hogwarts. Well, alone was a stretch, it’s not like she was a loner, but Remus was her strongest connection to the magical world since James and Lily and Peter and Si-

“What the fuck” Y/N banged on her front door trying to push it open, her key getting stuck as she tried to jam it open. She gave a final whack and fell through, landing painfully in a similar position to where she had sat the night before, covered in alcohol.

“Uuuuuuughhhh” She groaned loudly, digging her finger into her now bruised hip bone and stood back up to curse at her front door. Hanging up her coat and bag she went into the kitchen, grabbing some bread and ham and making a sandwich and sitting on her dining room chair, sighing. She bit down into the rye bread before she noticed anything.

As someone who spent a lot of time at home cleaning as a way to avoid… other things, it was blindly obvious when a scruff of black hair sat in the back corner of the kitchen, sticking out from under the cabinets. She stood up suddenly, walking over to it cautiously, wand at the ready.

“Lumos” Y/N pointed at the black tufts of hair, unsure what to do about it. It had been a while since anything odd had happened around here. She’d done a very good job of making her life as predictable as possible – work, Remus, work friends drinks, sleep, repeat. Her heart had started beating heavy in her chest in that way that reminded her what it was like to feel nervous, afraid, excited.

She went over and nudged it with her foot lightly when there was a light growl behind her. She jumped and turned quickly, holding her wand hand out like a sword, her heartbeat now crawling into her throat as she gazed out into the small amount of light coming out of her wand and a small lamp sitting next to her toaster (Remus had to explain to her 3 times how it worked).

“Who’s there” Y/N hissed, creeping forwards, “Show yourself”

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t sure the best way to see you” a hoarse voice called out from the doorway, a large figure appearing slowly in the shadows. Sirius stepped into the light, revealing skin so pale he might have been a ghost, with black matted hair and dark, sunken eyes that seemed to suck in the remaining light. He was thin. Thinner than she’d ever seen him, even when he’d come back from his Christmas break in their 3rd year having been starved for 2 weeks by his parents.

Her stomach was flipping over and over, head whirling, unsure what she should do next – what are you meant to do when your life-sentenced partner breaks out of prison and stands in your doorway.

“You don’t have to say anything – fuck – I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you or anything, maybe I shouldn’t have come here” Sirius trailed off, his eyes flashing uncertainly. Y/N closed the distance between them in three long strides and flung her arms around him. Sirius gripped her back, digging calloused fingers into her shoulder blades taking in a deep breath as if he’d been holding it.

“How did – are you ok? Are people after you?” Y/N pulled away, looking at him closer now. His face looked skull like as if the skin was stretched back over him.

“Padfoot,” He said softly, nodding to the chairs where she had left her sandwich and going over to sit down, groaning loudly as he got off his feet, “The dementors, they can’t tell when you change form.”

“You mean to tell me… that you escaped Azkaban. ASKAban – the highest security prison in the UK by being an unregistered animagus?”

Sirius shrugged, his eyes beginning to droop shut with exhaustion. Y/N pushed the sandwich closer to him and nudged his leg so he’d wake up. He jolted back upright, eyes suspicious until he saw Y/N again and followed her hand to the partially eaten ham sandwich.

“Thanks” He croaked out, clearly unable to really function. Y/N watched him closely as he slowly tried to chow down on the bread, almost a little pathetically.

“Are you…ok?” Y/N asked slowly, wincing at how pitiful the question sounded but he smiled at her, and Y/N could finally see a glimmer of the Sirius she remembered.

“I will be.” He stepped closer again, reaching out a hand as if he wanted to grab hers but he pulled away quickly, “I just, I need to get to Hogwarts”.

“Hogwarts?”

“Peter is there, he’s with Harry, I can’t let him do anything to him”

“What? Peter, are you sure?” Y/N felt her throat close up. This was the one topic that had been playing on her mind. And the one that she wasn’t sure she wanted to bring up.

“You don’t believe me?” Sirius turned sour instantly, eyes narrowed, suspicious.

“Of course I do, it’s just… Peter? We haven’t heard anything about him in what-12 years? How do you know he’s at Hogwarts?”

“Fudge, he came by Azkaban – probably to gloat, and brought the newspaper. There was a photo of the Weasley’s, do you remember Arthur from school? His kids all in Egypt – and there he was, sitting on the smallest boy’s shoulder was Peter” He gushed, taking in a deep breath before continuing, “as a rat”.

“And he’s at Hogwarts?” Y/N said slowly, struggling to take in all this information at once.

“That’s what the article said” It seemed that just getting the words out was calming him down. Y/N paused momentarily.

“Why are you here, Sirius” She sighed, asking the inevitable. There was still a little part of her ticking away in her head that kept reminding her of how much it hurt the first time he left. She knew she shouldn’t blame him, she wanted so badly to believe him, but she also knew he had a one-track mind sometimes and that didn’t always leave room for her.

“I don’t know,” Sirius said honestly, “Not that I’m not glad I ended up here. Once I got out I just kept moving and moving and ended up back in your old neighbourhood. I wasn’t sure if you’d still live here but I remembered you used to keep a key out because wizards would never look for it”

“Apparently that didn’t work” Y/N chuckled, Sirius grinning back at her.

“I, uh, should clean up” He pointed his hands towards his ragged attire and matted hair.

“Oh, yes, of course, the bathroom is in the same place” She pointed down the hall and he nodded, leaving her alone in the kitchen. Y/N was frozen to the spot. A part of her wanted to grab the phone and call Remus immediately, but she already knew that he would apparate here and be sticking his wand in Sirius’ throat so quickly she’d not have hung up yet. She heard the shower begin to run and the idea of Sirius, the boy she fell in love with, the man who could make her laugh till she fell off her chair, or push up against a wall and make her legs shake.

Y/N walked slowly down the hall towards the shower and pushed open the door. The white curtain was closed, but she could see his silhouette, hunched and thin, pushing his face under the water.

“Sirius?”

“Mmmmm”

“Can I join you?”

There was a pause, Sirius’ silhouette having stopped dead.

“Yes, of course. I mean it’s your shower” He was nervous, his hands almost wanting to cover up the pulled skin over his bones. He didn’t feel like he was the man who deserved to be here anymore, with Y/N, who had stripped off and looked even more beautiful than he had remembered. She stepped in slowly, moving up close to him so she could share the warm shower.

Y/N could hear his heart beating loudly as she moved closer to his chest, his eyes looking down at her.

“I missed you” She murmured, not yet looking up at him, her stomach turning over and over in her stomach. This was something she’d fantasised about, every single situation that could have seen Sirius’ freed and back here, with her.

“You kept me going in there, you know” Sirius stepped in closer to her, his arms itching to pull her closer, to feel her up against him, “I shouldn’t have gone to face Peter alone, I-”

Y/N lifted her head up, grabbed the back of his head and kissed him softly. He pulled her up against him and kissed her back, deepening the kiss as she pushed him up against the back of the shower. Memories of feeling his lips on hers and his tongue push through and flick onto hers, in the hallways between Transfiguration and Charms, in the secret passageways towards Honeydukes, in back rooms of James’ house when his parents had gone to sleep and James and Lily were sneaking into each other’s rooms.

“I’m not going to leave you again” Sirius murmured into her ear, still gripping her tightly.

“I’m not going to let you”.

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texthemess · 5 years ago

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Another love,

sup friends. this is a small piece i wrote for myself because i love to bring the angst with some light fluff potentially leading to other things. this wasn’t requested but i hope you guys like it as much as i did writing it.

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It was cold. God was it cold. Why did she always do this to herself? She couldn’t just move somewhere warm year round. Snow littered the ground and breath took to the night skies. Thoughts fell back to days as a child with her brother. They would lift their heads to the night sky and breathe out harshly as if they were some sort of winter dragons. Scarf wrapped tightly around her neck as strawberry blonde hair waved in the wind. Cheeks blood flushed and nose frozen. A sniffle as she reached up and rubbed her nose.

This was the last time she was gonna leave the apartment when it was this cold. She could practically feel her soul freezing over. Not that it was the warmest at times. A silent snort in response to her own joke within her head. God Karen get it together. Yet she couldn’t help it. The night streets were quiet at this time. Nothing but the wind whispering in her ears and the odd couple walking arm in arm on the other side. Somes blood so full of alcohol it was as if they could just take their coats off and walk freely.

It was a long walk from the Nelson and Murdock building to her apartment. That was New York for you. She didn’t even own a car at that point. It was either walk everywhere or find a cab. No use in spending gas money for a car when the nearest gas station was outside the cities edge.

She didn’t always walk home but that night she stayed late. One would always say, don’t walk alone at night Ms. Page, and her honest opinion at that point, she had already seen it all. There was that time she chased a bunch of boys off for cat calling a girl. She didn’t even need to get involved, she put herself into the situation. All to what? Wave her gun around? Prove a point? She didn’t really know.

Heels clicked against cold cement, her focus keeping her from slipping on patches of black ice. Curse the winter. Curse the snow. Curse Hells Kitchen. For something named as such, one would think it would be warm. One would be wrong.

A small yawn escaped cold lips. No more late nights Karen. Promise me. Light eyes blinked slowly as she ascended the stairs to the front door of her building. Keys pulled from purse as she fumbled with them. Hands frozen and unfeeling. Opening and closing her fist a few times over to get the blood flow going, she finally picked the correct key and inserted it into the lock. Something paused her, not even into her front door yet and she felt something was off.

Turning the knob she entered slowly. Closing and locking the door behind her. The warm air of the apartment was inviting. God all she wanted to do was slip into a warm bed and forget about the day. The air was off, thick with change. Hand slipped into her coat pocket where her tiny hand gun had taken residence. Slowly pulling it out and positioning herself she walked. Slowly. Heel against hardwood floor. Step after step.

Light from the fire place flickered on the floor down the hall. Swallowing hard she approached. Standing next to the entrance of the living room, back against the wall, she inhaled quietly to herself. Eyes fluttering shut as she could hear her own heartbeat in her ears. Holding her breath she flung her body around the corner gun aimed, hair brushed against rose cheeks. Suddenly she found her air as she inhaled deeply and lips parted. Eyes swelled with tears as she gazed upon Frank Castle.

Frank had used the key she gave him, entered her house, and attempted to what she thought was clean himself. For there he sat, face beaten, cut, blood streaming from his lips.

Gun was gently placed on the side table before she dropped to him, numb fingers brushing long locks behind red ears as she reached for him, ‘ frank, frank omg frank. Are you okay? Hey hey hey. It’s me. It’s Karen. What happened? ‘

Hands moved from chest, to shoulder, to face, honestly she couldn’t tell exactly what was going on. Where he was hurt, if he was even awake? He hadn’t said anything but a faint groan. She could feel her heart sink into her stomach. How much more of this could his body actually take? He was going to kill himself one day. And she didn’t know if she could watch.

Without knowing where to start she ditched her jacket and scarf freeing herself from the now warm fire next to them. When she noticed, he wasn’t wearing a coat. A long sleeve black shirt was in place. Forearms covered in blood and tiny cuts. Oh frank.. she eyed him top to bottom and decided to start there. She reached down and removed his boots. Undoing the laces one at a time before ditching them to the side. A nearby hand towel she assumed he grabbed before slipping away, she ditched her own heels, ran to the kitchen to grab a bowl of water and returned.

Soaking the towel she dabbed and wiped at his arms cleaning them of the drying crimson. Replacing the towel to the water and ringing it out. Now bright red taking over the once clear bowl. Reaching up she began to wipe his face. Slowly, carefully. She had seen him wake from nightmares fists clenched ready to go. If that happened here she was sure to be going down. She couldn’t blame him though. Having been okay once she would wake up with a black eye.

It seemed an eternity of wiping, washing off, she had since removed his shirt as well. Surprised he still didn’t wake. And there, a big contributor to the source. A gash alongside his collarbone. As well as a mark on his side. Oh frank...you can’t keep doing this...this endless battle...

As she reached to touch the area in question, he woke. To his feet he bounded fists clenched, body at the defense, he fumbled around growling to the warm air as he took in his entire surroundings. Karen, at the same time, had jumped to her feet hands up to assure him, ‘ frank hey it’s me!! It’s me!! Calm down babe...calm down... you’re safe. ‘

Her heart felt as if it were to leap from her chest when his brown gaze finally met with hers. A sigh of relief as she gave a warm smile. Tears welling in light eyes as she slowly approached him. Hands reaching and gently caressing his shoulders. It was as if in an instant he calmed. She could feel every muscle of his frame lower, calm themselves. Once strained, no longer. He stood there, silent, catching his breath, “ Karen... “

Oh how he said her name. How it fell from rough lips like the sweetest of sounds she could possibly ever hear. It was like silk sheets against soft skin to her. Intoxicating and drowning her in every feeling she could ever know. Another soft exhale she pulled him close and placed a gentle kiss upon forehead before leaning her own just there.

Eyes fluttered closed as they stood, just a moment. His hand reached out and grabbed her wrist gently. Squeezing lightly. With no control, no malice, just, reassurance. She was real. Standing there before him. Real.

‘ please, sit back down. Let me take care of you, ‘ she motioned for him to sit where he had been just moments ago. Helping him down as he winced and cursed beneath his breath. Glancing down he hissed at the open wounds that scattered his collar bone and side. They were pretty bad, but not the worst he’s had.

After settling him down once again, Karen made for the kitchen to fetch the first aid kit Claire gave her. One of those, I can’t take of a bleeding Matt Murdock anymore. You do it, it’s your problem now. And that she did. She had learned real quick between all of these men in her life just how quickly and easily to stitch something up. It was exhausting and frustrating. But at times she found herself just as stubborn and hard headed as even them. Maybe, dare she say it, worse at times.

As she sat next to him and began to set everything up, she cleared her throat and looked over the wound on his side, ‘ you going to tell me what happened? Or am I gonna have to just hear about a bar fight tomorrow? ‘

He wasn’t very good at it. The whole telling her exactly what happened and what he was chasing after. He trusted her, but he also knew her. She would go looking for answers. Attempt to help in ways he didn’t want her to. Putting herself in danger. So therefore, he constantly made it difficult for her to know things.

Another wince as she started cleaning off the open wound. Damn that water, damn that alcohol, damn it all. Lord how he was tired. Leaning his head back to rest upon the couch arm eyes shut tight as he let her do what she needed muttering curse words under his breath to himself, “ Karen you can’t help me with this. I don’t want you getting hurt, “ ‘ but just tell m—, ‘ “ no. I said no, “

A silent huff of frustration as brows furrowed towards the man before her. How stubborn he was. But god she loved him. Every inch of him. Clearing her throat she reached up and brushed hair behind her ear. Only for hands to fumble around and mess with a needle and thread. This was gonna hurt she knew it, but it had to happen. Reaching up she placed hand beneath his chin gloved thumb brushing against his rough skin. A faint smile crossed both their lips as she inhaled deeply, ‘ this isn’t gonna feel pretty, ‘

Strong hand reached over and gripped her arm in reassurance, “ its fine, you’re here, “ his voice was low, tired, broken. But it had a sense of care in it. A love only for her at this point in the universe. Whispered ever so sweetly into her senses. Always a flash of guilt within her chest over his family. She wouldn’t even know Frank Castle if his family wasn’t brutally murdered. And though she thanked the heavens for him, if she could give him all of that back, she would. No second thought. It pained her every time she looked into those deep brown eyes.

But with that she started. No need to waste more precious time. She could stitch this up, bandage him, and his body would have to do the rest.

There they sat, in the silence. Nothing but the odd wince from Frank Castle and the crackling of the fire. At one point he looked over into the flames. She wondered what he was thinking. But left him to his thoughts. He wouldn’t tell her anyways. That’s their relationship. She doesn't ask, and he tells her when he’s ready. If ever. Hand over hand, each pull of the thread tightening the stitch. What seemed an eternity later and she tied off the knot and cut the excess off. Clearing her throat she pulled her gloves off, discarded all the unneeded pieces, and sat examining his body once again.

‘ well the good news is, you’re all stitched up and this other scratch is just that. A scratch. It doesn’t need stitches and will heal on its own. Let me bandage this real quick, ‘ dark brown eyes gazed upon her face, now fully colored once more from the warmth of the fireplace. He watched as each stray hair fell and traced her face as it did. Eyelashes fluttered and focused on her task at hand. It was as if he could feel his own heartbeat in his ears. Swallowing he cleared his throat and glanced from her beauty to his beast.

A white patch of gauze tapped upon his side. Light stippling of crimson began to stain the white as she patted it ever so gently and lovingly, ‘ there. good as new mister, ‘ she gave a faint smile and glanced up to him. Before she knew it, rough hand was cupping her chin and pulled her close to him as he planted a gentle kiss upon her lips. Though surprised, she thrived there in that moment. Inhaling deeply as she closed her eyes. She could get used to that.

“ thanks, Karen..I don’t really know what I would do without you you know, “ he smiled warmly as thumb brushed against her skin tenderly. She found herself getting lost in his presence in that moment as she simply stared, stared into those dark, mysterious eyes. Her breath faint and lost. Suddenly she came crashing back down to earth as she cleared her throat and smiled playfully. Hand brushing stray hairs behind ear as she pulled from him. Hand tapping on his shoulder as she rose to her feet and then held her hands out to him.

There were times she found herself falling too hard for Frank Castle. And this, unfortunately, was one of those moments. She had to pull herself back to reality. They couldn’t truly be together, could they? Gah, such questions floating around in her head, she couldn’t silence them and it was a struggle.

‘ well we can’t let you sit here in your own, or others, blood. I need you to take a shower mister. I’ll give you a throw away towel so you can clean up your mess, ‘ she was half teasing half serious. The last time she had blood in her apartment it didn’t end well for her. And yet it wasn’t even her fault. But she’s a far different Karen now, she’s not stupid. Grabbing his hands and pulling him to his feet as he groaned out, she gave him another pat on the chest and nodded towards the upper level, ‘ you know where the bathroom is. I’ll clean up here, ‘

Before she had a chance to turn and start her clean up, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him once again. Lips crashing upon her own. She felt all the air in her chest leave in that one swift instant as she closed her eyes and gave into his touch. Her body shook as she felt every muscle tense in his body. His shoulders, his back, his triceps, his biceps, it was then Karen Page in her fogged state realized her hands were scouring his body without her meaning to.

He pulled away and a faint whimper left her lips in protest. They were now cold without his touch. Gathering herself as he gazed upon her face, which was now red once again and she couldn’t blame it on the cold any longer, he spoke out to her and her alone, “ how about you join me instead and I’ll help you clean up, later. “ oh miss Page, you’re in for it now.

She nodded once more against her will, her body simply reacting to the entire situation around her. Not that she didn’t want this, she did, but the back of her mind was so conflicted about everything. Yet she took a chance and simply, let go. Reaching down she grabbed his hands, gripped them gently, and lead him upstairs. Free hand reaching up and sweeping her hair all to one side to expose her rose tinted skin to him. An inviting sign he was sure of it.

They reached the bathroom what seemed an eternity later as she started the water in her free fall shower head and turned to him. They simply stood there a moment taking in around them. Reaching out she traced circles down his crimson stained chest, her own heart racing in her throat. He cornered her against the counter, hands on hips as he lifted her and placed her gently upon the stone. Lips against hers once more as he inhaled deeply taking in every scent of her. Frank Castle was a strong lover, but this was their first time, together. He was to take is slow and loving.

The sound of the water trickling down the stone of the shower and into the drain filled her senses as she lost track of time and surrounding. In one swift movement before she knew it the two were completely undressed and tangled in each others arms upon the counter. Breath against her lips he spoke deeply to her, “ at any point you change your mind, tell me, “ she didn’t hesitate and gripped him close, ‘ just love me... ‘

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okay hello hello. things are hot and heavy. i’ve never wrote smut just as fan fiction without being asked so i’ll leave this with you guys and you let me know if you want part two haha. but this was just something i had had in mind after writing the last frank and karen piece. i went a little overboard.

i hope you guys love.

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ladykateofledfordpark · 5 years ago

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The Most Amazing Person (Parker x MC)

OMG this took so long to edit. I still haven't really finished, but I don't have any patience anymore. So I hope this is good enough. XD

This one-shot is dedicated to @pbmychoices! Hope you like it! =)

And thank you, @kinda-iconic and @choices-fam for your support! ^-^

If anyone wants to be tagged, comment below! Just don’t forget to specify if you want to be tagged in all my fics, or only specific ships! =)

Pairing: Parker x MC (Harper)

This story includes:

Talk about trauma and murder

Fluff

Summary: A few weeks before Harper leaves for school, she goes over for a romantic dinner at Parker’s house.

Word count: 1953

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It felt like ages since Harper finally had time to relax. The last attempt on her life left her reeling, and it was still nearly impossible for her to let her guard down. She would wake up multiple times every night, every movement of Thumper a step of an intruder, every shadow a looming figure. She already made sure Richard Sutcliffe will never bother anyone again, but history taught her that nothing was ever certain. As far as she knew cult lackeys could still be hiding, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Richard’s ghost wasn’t an absurd theory either: if Josephine came back, who said he couldn’t do the same?

Harper’s only comfort was the marlinspike under her pillow. Every night she would take it out from its hiding space and hold it, her hand firn and the weapon ready to strike. In the moonlight it would shine like a beacon, warning any who dared come near. It was beautiful as much as it was deadly: the perfect weapon to kill anyone who dared harm the Vance family.

Harper didn’t know for how long she would sit in her bed, eyes alert and shoulders stiff. Sometimes it would be solely for minutes, while other times she would sit there for hours. Once the erratic beat of her heart slowed down she would force herself back to sleep, ignoring her shaking body. Everything’s fine, she would whisper to herself, everything’s fine.

And maybe everything was fine. Danni’s photographs were gaining more and more popularity, the demand growing the more time passed. Her smiles were much more common, her success in ClickIt the reason behind it. Tom was as excited as anyone could possibly be for his return to Hartfeld, talking animatedly about all the unique experiences waiting for him there. Imogen was finally free to find herself without the added weight of her parents, and she flourished now more than ever. Parker himself proved to be just as talented as Harper knew him to be, leading the police the way Pine Springs deserved.

As the time to leave neared, Harper found herself spending more and more time with Parker. He may have been much busier than his predecessor, but luckily for Harper, Pine Springs was a small place, leaving him more available than one would’ve guessed. She loved entering his office in the morning, holding warm coffees for the both of them, and seeing his brilliant smile. It was the highlight of her day, and by the way Parker showered her with affection- she was sure it was the same for him.

But somehow he still managed to catch her off guard when he casually asked if she wanted to eat dinner at his place. The offer was long overdue, considering Parker saw her house more than a month ago, but she still hesitated before giving a yes. She never reached this stage before, but this was the first relationship where she really felt safe. She could never turn him down.

That was how Harper found herself at the entrance to a vast house. It wasn’t exactly the size of a mansion, but neither was it as small as a cottage. It's security was more upkeep than the Sutcliffe's mansion, warning her that one small step could kill her on the spot. Harper frowned as she scanned the exterior. This building was hauntingly beautiful and yet strangely empty, like a memory from the past. Was she sure this was the right place?

She squinted at the address written on the house, and compared it with the one Parker sent her. Once she was sure that was the right place, she smoothed down her dress and pressed on the intercom. At first there was only static, but then Parker's familiar voice sounded from the device. “Harper?”

“I'm outside.”

Even without seeing him, Harper sensed the smile in his voice. “I'm coming.”

She didn't have to wait long before a tall figure opened the door and walked in her direction. Parker smiled at her, the twinkle in his eyes stronger than all the light of all the streetlamps combined. He was always radiant when he saw her, but now he stopped mid stride. “Harper, you look-”

She shrugged, a small grin on her face. “I wanted to surprise you.”

Parker shook his head. He walked toward the keypad, which was in safe distance from the entrance, and absentmindedly entered the code. “If I knew you were dressing up I would have done the same.” He frowned as he looked down at his everyday clothes.

The light on the keypad pulsed green and the gate slowly opened. Harper hesitantly walked inside as the gate closed behind her with a metallic grinding noise. The crunch of the grass beneath her feet was almost deafening in the silence, but that didn't erase her smile.

She stopped once she reached Parker, and a small smile rose to her features. “It's fine, Parker. You look good in anything.” She scanned him once again, admiring how his tight shirt hugged his torso and the way his pants hung on his frame. Somehow Parker managed to pull off even the most simple clothes- something that was no small feat.

Parker smiled as he gently snaked an arm behind her waist. His brown eyes appraised her sea green dress, admiring the way it shone in the weak light. He turned so she was facing him before he lowered his head, his breath fanning her mouth. “And you, Harper, will always be the most beautiful girl in the world.”

Harper wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled. “Really?”

Parker pulled her so almost no space stood between them. “Even if all the others would wear the fanciest dresses while you would wear a potato sack.”

He cupped her cheek, his eyes shining in affection. “Even then you would be too good for me.” His eyes met her own before his gaze flitted to her lips. He leaned in, his lips brushing hers, before he backed away and cleared his throat. His warm hand found hers and he gently pulled on it. “Let's go inside.”

Somehow, the Victorian seemed even emptier once they entered. Everything was more advanced than Harper had ever seen: the door closed itself, the windows opened without waiting for a command, and a tiny screen blinked on with illegible writing. Warm air encased her, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She could swear that she could smell all the metal, even if it was hard to pinpoint exactly where some of the hidden technology lay.

Parker pulled her closer, a weak smile to his lips. “Abe wasn’t the type to spend his riches on big and fancy houses. Since he was the only one who lived here, he prefered to keep his house as modern as possible. Once we grew close he had more reason for such a big house, but he was never the generous type. Even I visited him only a few times.”

Parker shrugged nonchalantly, but his hold tightened on Harper’s hand. “He was always more of a loner. Sometimes I managed to break through and see a bit more of him, but never enough. I saw his fatherly side mostly at the station, but even then he still had his walls. I guess he just never wanted me to come close enough to find out everything he was hiding.”

A bitter laugh escaped him, and Harper’s heart sunk. She squeezed his hand, but his eyes still stared ahead. He was drowning in a sea of grief, and she didn't know how to fix it.

They passed through a vast living room, which was cluttered to a fault. Old clothes lay on the floor, thrown haphazardly in a careless mess. Police accessories were strewn around, while some albums lay open, revealing hundreds of pictures, all of them of Kelley: some were in color, while all the rest were in black and white.

Parker scratched the back of his neck. “Sorry about all this,” he cleared his throat and shifted his gaze, “ever since Abe died...” he trailed off, a faraway look in his haunted eyes.

“It's alright.” Harper smiled. She knew from experience how traumatizing death could be, and she didn't expect Parker to fare any better than he was already.

Parker sighed. “Somehow, even after everything he did, I miss him. He’s still the man who saved me all those years ago. Still the guy who took me in and turned me into who I am today.”

She squeezed his hand, and he shot a grateful smile her way. “Hey, it’s okay. I get it.”

It was hard to fathom how many of their group lost their parents in the bloody fiasco. Imogen was now all alone, barely coping with the nightmares of the horrible deaths she witnessed. Parker lost his only father figure twice: when he realized that the man who raised him wasn’t who he thought he was, and when Abe was murdered with a spike to his throat. Harper already lost both of her parents at the bloody crime scene Richard left in their home, and Josephine almost stole Arthur too.

She tightened her hold on Parker’s hand. A cruel string connected the three of them, tying them in a bond that would never break. Harper wished she could take all their pain away, but she knew better than that. Living in illusions wouldn’t help, but she could help them regain their strength. That way they could stand taller, and be stronger in their fight against the world.

Once they reached the kitchen, Parker hurried to prepare the ingredients. He didn't look at her as he emptied the fridge, though she could make out the slight blush to his cheeks. “I'm sorry you had to see the living room like that. I would've organized it, but there was something at work today that-”

Harper laughed, and Parker's eyes met her in question. “What's so funny?”

“I already told you it's okay. Why are you so worried?”

Harper walked toward the ceramic table, which was already piled with different ingredients. She could feel Parker's gaze on her, his warm brown eyes filled with adoration. Her whole body tingled as she reached for the cutting board, waiting for his answer.

“Harper… you're the best thing to ever happen to me. You know that?” Her hands froze and her pulse quickened, knowing he wasn't done. “I want to be the best I can for you, but then you come to Abe's old house, see the messy living room and watch me at my most vulnerable state. I guess that I'm just worried that maybe this is too much for you.”

Harper turned so she was facing him, a smile on her face. “Parker, since coming here I escaped crazy cultists, fought undead monsters and was almost killed more times than I can count. Somehow, through all of that, we stuck together. Do you really think that seeing a bit of a mess will make me run away?”

Parker's eyes shone, and in that moment Harper knew that he was the most beautiful person in the world. He walked toward her and stopped when they were only inches apart. “You're the most amazing person in the world. You know that, right?”

She took hold of the lapels of his shirt and pulled him so their lips were nearly touching. “Stop being so humble. You're the only person who would hurt himself before he would hurt others.”

“I guess we'll just have to see who's right, won't we?”

His lips brushed hers, and an unbidden smile rose to Harper's face. “I guess we will.”

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beetlesacquired · 6 years ago

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Klance Fanfic Rec List

I’ve currently got 118 Klance Ao3 links saved and I wanted to share some of my favorites so here ya go: (There’s a Shklance at the bottom btw)

He Who Fights Monsters by magisterpavis

Words: 64,888 Smut: yes Completed: yes

This is a really slow burn fic with a captivating plot and guys. Dragons. There’s so many dragons. This author is also one of my favorites btw I love them.

Summary: In a world where monstrous dragons terrorize humanity daily, the Garrison trains valiant Knights to slay the evil beasts and defend Earth. But when Knight cadet Lance Espinosa is kidnapped by a strange red dragon who kills its own kind, certain truths are revealed...and so are the true monsters.

Dirty Laundry by Anonymous

Words: 85,042 Smut: there’s a heated makeout scene or two but no actual smut Completed: yes

If you haven’t read this do you even ship Klance? It’s the fake dating fic to top all fake dating fics. It’s so sweet and feely you’ll cry buckets and it’s also incredibly funny. I’ve probably read it like 5 times. Kinda slow burn kinda not? Internalized homophobia and homophobia from family warnings.

Summary: "Two whole months of free laundry in exchange for two weeks of being my fake boyfriend. Deal?” Keith hesitated for a moment. Was this really worth it? Hardly. Lance was an asshole, and he wasn’t sure what fake dating would entail. But, free laundry was free laundry, right? “Alright, it’s a deal.” Or: Lance makes the mistake of telling his Mom he has a boyfriend coming home with him for Christmas. Keith makes the mistake of agreeing to be Lance's 'fake boyfriend'.

Ignorance is Bliss by YouAreInAComaWakeUp (Nikanaiko)

Words: 172,675 Smut: no Completed: yes

This is probably the number one most emotional fic I’m gonna list here. There’s ghosts guys and that means characters I hold dear to my heart are dead so warning there. Pretty sure I was sobbing through multiple chapters. Real slow burn, but the build up is so worth it especially with how amazing the plot is. I’ve got quotes from this fic hanging on my wall rn that’s how fantastic the writing is. Suicide and internalized homophobia warnings.

Summary:As it turns out, learning that your house is haunted makes the ghosts a lot more aggressive. Who knew? Ah, well. At least one of them is hot. And he's the less-evil one, too, so that's always a plus.

The Message by shipstiel

Words: 132,787 Smut: no Completed: yes

This is kinda a texting fic? So lots of bants and comedy, mostly Lance cracking jokes and Keith being done with his life. It’s a really cute fluffy thing. Depression, car crash, nightmares, and mentions of suicide warnings

Summary: (4:07) okay, but considr this, and hear me out here (4:08) so like, a photobooth u can do with ur pets like there’ll be lil costumes that u can dress them up in, and u can do liek, period costumes and shit with them (4:09) omg, can u imagine, u and ur cat/dog, and theyre in a lil 1800s dress and one of those lace umbrella things omg so cute(4:15) Why the FUCK are you texting me at four in the morning with this— Keith is texted by accident by some idiot one day, and honestly he's not even sure why he responds. Or why he keeps responding. Yet somehow he finds himself drawn in, and okay, so maybe this fool is mildly entertaining after all. Who would've thought.

True Love or Something by DeerstalkerDeathFrisbee

Words: 188,626 Smut: no Completed: kinda??

This is more of a collection of short stories based around Keith, Lance, and the gang than an actual plot filled fic and normally I don’t like that sort of thing, but I’m in love with this because it’s so funny and cute and despite it having 37 parts and counting, it doesn’t get boring or tedious at all. There’s a couple angsty parts especially regarding Keith’s Tragic Backstory but it’s all around just amazing.

Summary: “So that was…” “If you say painless I’m shoving you into another snowdrift.” “Okay, that’s fair. But you got a lollipop!” “That you stole from pediatrics.” “I’m a very good date.” Lance accidentally crashes into his new neighbor in front of their mailboxes and somehow ends the night with a very attractive (and slightly concussed) date.

Mistakes were made (Skinny band nerd takes it up the ass from the beefcake football captain) by Lynn1998

Words: 50,727 Smut: yes Completed: no Last Update: Jan 31 2017

I normally wouldn’t recommend unfinished fics, especially ones that haven’t been updated in over a year but I honestly just really like this one. The smut is top notch and there’s plot, fluff, and angst in there as well. I really like it.

Summary: Lance can't stand the captain of the football team…so why is he having sex with him?

I Swear to You by AlyxRae

Words: 123,991 Smut: no Completed: yes

Bodyguard AU!!! Altean Prince Lance with Galra Bodyguard Keith is literally my favorite thing ever I love it. This fic gave me whiplash with the amount of times everything went from nice and happy to death and destruction in a heart beat it’s crazy. Least to say, lots of angst.

Summary: With the destruction of their home planet, the remaining Galra are forced to take refuge with the kind Alteans. Much darker plans begin to take shape and a young Galra solider is made the bodyguard of the Altean Prince, with orders to kill him when the time is right. However, the charming prince manages to capture the Galra's heart and ends up being captivated by the solider in return.The prince and the bodyguard are thrown into perilous adventures, all the while trying to stay together and keep each other safe.

Shadow of the Past and Ghost of the Future by wittyy_name and Zizzani

Words: 75,120 (GoF) 83,198 (SoP) Smut: no Completed: no Last Update: Feb 22 2018

These two fics are mirror fics, which is so cool. Basically Lance gets sent one year into the future and future Lance gets sent back one year. SoP is from Lance’s POV while he’s in the future and GoF is from Keith’s POV while future Lance is in the past with him. I really love this fic and I’m always checking in for updates, which come in pairs (one for each fic). It doesn’t matter which order you read them btw.

Summary: (SoP) When Lance is thrown through time, he finds himself one year in the future, in place of the Lance that should be here.He finds his team to be remarkably familiar, yet distinctly different. They have more scars, a better grip on the whole saving the universe thing, and over a year’s worth of teamwork to bind them together. But the weirdest part? Keith seems to be a lot more touchy with him. Not that he’s complaining… much.The team must try and work out how to reverse the two Lance’s places and restore them to their original timelines. But despite the fact that they’re still his friends, Lance can’t help but feel a little out of place among a team that’s been through so much with a Lance that just isn’t him. And it doesn’t help that the team is on edge around him, refusing to tell him anything for fear of influencing and changing the past. Things get even more complicated when they have to rely on the team in the past to complete the switch, leaving Lance to little more than sit, wait, and attempt to fill in his future self’s shoes.

(GoF) When Lance is thrown through time, his future self from one year ahead is transported to the past in his place.This Lance is faster, stronger, and markedly more mature. Not only that, but he's distinctly more intuitive about his teammates and A LOT more touchy with Keith.The team must try and work out how to reverse the two Lance's places and restore them to their original timelines. Things only get more complicated when the Future Lance can't seem to remember where he was when the switch happened, and he refuses to reveal anything about his own time for fear of influencing the team's decisions.

The Hurricane In His Veins by magisterpavus

Words: 249,189 Smut: yes Completed: yes

So this is actually Shklance because I don’t have enough recs for this ship to make it it’s own post and this fic is honestly just really really good. It’s probably my favorite out of everything here. It’s a vampire AU and I love it so much. The plot is incredible (the author should publish a book tbh it’s that good I’d buy it), there are some really cute moments, and it’s goddamn hilarious. There’s the perfect combination of angst, smut, and fluff and I’ve read this about 10 times since I discovered it a couple months ago. I suggest it even if you don’t ship Shklance tbh it’s that good.

Summary: It’s the summer after high school graduation, and Lance, Hunk, and Pidge are spending three months together in Pidge’s sleepy California hometown, Rosewood, before they all go their separate ways in life. It’s supposed to be fun and relaxing, filled with long days at the beach and even longer nights playing video games; a last hurrah with Lance’s best friends.But when one of Pidge’s ridiculous cryptid searches leads the trio to a mysterious pair of vampires in the woods and the web of magic and murder that they’re entangled in, the summer gets a lot more complicated…and more dangerous than they could’ve imagined.

Like I said, I’ve got 118 bookmarks so if you guys wanna pop into my asks or messages and see if I’ve got something specific, please do!

#mine #klance fanfic #Klance fic recs #fic rec #rec list #Shklance fic recs #Shklance fanfic #Voltron #Klance fanfiction #Shklance fanfiction #voltron fanfic #klance rec list #shklance rec list

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phoenixsavant · 7 years ago

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Salvation Master List

Ask and ye shall receive! One master list to the entire Salvation story, including chapter summary/descriptions!

Feel free to reblog the hell out of it. :) I’ll update it as I post new material.

Also, I heard that it’s still rough to read all this here on Tumblr, so....

Salvation on AO3

And to anyone new to the story, please know that this work has a LOT of triggers. Non-con drug use, questionable con sex, kidnapping, beatings, abuse, etc. It’s not gratuitous, overall, but it’s there.

(The first night)

Part 1 - NSFW beginning. Welcome to the rabbit hole! Come on in! We have cookies!

(Day 1)

Part 2 - Spoilers will exist of you haven’t done Seven’s Route or V’s Route. Also, no sexy stuff in this one. Just working on saving the sweetheart.

(Day 2)

Part 3 - Again with the spoilers, and deviating from the course in Mystic Messenger and onto the track of saving Saeran

Part 4 - MC Gets a call from Seven

Part 5 - MC gets some clarity and a chance to tell someone what she thinks of them…. potential V route spoilers, but fewer as the path diverges

(Day 3)

Part 6 - Ray and MC make up. Lots of sweetness.

Part 7 - WARNING! TRIGGERS POSSIBLE!Violence and forced drug use.Also, Rika is a freaking psycho.

Part 8 - TRIGGER WARNING! Please use your own judgement. Torture, abuse, violence

Part 9 - WARNING: I am NOT killing anyone off. I’m going to redeem every last one of these guys if it kills me! Also warning, violence, guns, etc.

Part 10 - In which there is a helicopter ride and a hospital… and Jumin is a badass, just sayin.Also… DRIVER KIM! Because who else would be trusted with that car?

(Day 4)

Part 11 - Hospital stays suck, but the RFA tries to make up for it!

Part 12 - More hospital time, and maybe a little bit of hope…

(Day 5)

Part 13 - DISCHARGE DAY! And … Seven’s coma… And Saeran gets a surprise! (So does Ray!)

Part 14 - Possible triggers: MC’s apartment is wrecked.Keep in mind, Rika isn’t stable. Her grip on reality is practically non-existent. I’m not trying to play “Rika is evil” so much as allowing Rika to be the psychotic, dangerous person she’s become. And Ray… Ray really isn’t having a good day here. :(

Part 15 - Jumin helps Ray again. Ray finds a way to be helpful. Jumin arranges for a distraction. Oh, and now more guards, for everyone

Part 16 - Jaehee is fun. Shopping is amusing. So is Ray.

Part 17 - Short segment, a quiet evening.

(Day 6)

Part 18 - All the RFA members have a meeting. All the secrets are out!

Part 19 - V and Yoosung are given space and the rest of the group hangs out for a few while they wait. Yoosung puts V on notice. Jumin asks everyone to think about whether to remain in the RFA because the plan is to take down Mint Eye.

Part 20 - Afternoon and evening of romance and domestic stuff.Then you wake to find that Ray isn’t in bed, and Saeran is standing by the window. (Inspiration for this fanart. Give the girl some love!)

(Day 7)

Part 21 - Jumin shares some information.Ray loses his mind for a minute.Saeran comes to save you when you call.

Part 22 - Seven adds to your confusion. Is he right?

Part 23 - Jumin has been talking to Saeran, with a little bit of a surprise in the outcome.Saeran is waiting to see you….

Part 24 - MC’s backstory unfolds a bit

Part 25 - FINALLY! OMG! YAY FOR RAY! YAY FOR MC! Oh… um… sorry Jumin!!

(Day 8)

Part 26 - I figured out how to sort out Yoosung and let him get the shot at being his usual badass self.First, dinner…

Part 27 - V tells about the Agency and the father of the twins. Yoosung has a skill. Ray has anger issues. Saeran shows up again.Oh, wait, what did Saeran say?!?

(Day 9)

Part 28 - In which Saeran gets some new, Saeran clothing.Saeran is also an impossible tease.

Part 29 - Sort of a date with Saeran.Zen’s practicing. Lots of teasing and tormenting.Shut up Zen, nobody asked you. *frump*

Part 30 - WARNING! HEAVY BDSM! and that pretty much sums up the chapter, except what you come to accept and Saeran doesn’t quite say, but neither do you.

(Day 10)

Part 31 - Ray returns, but it doesn’t go well.

Part 32 - Researching the Prime Minister is difficult, in more ways than one.

Part 33 - Time for a showdown! RFA vs Prime Minister and the Agency!First, some fluff and amusement.

Part 34 - Post-showdown happiness, Vanderwood joins the crowd, Yoosung drinks, etc

(Day 11)

Part 35 - Poor Yoosung. Vanderwood and Seven are watching out for you.Ray is back, but it’s worse. :(

Part 36 - Lunch with Zen, encouragement and thinking.

Part 37 - A little time alone, some informative reading, Saeran comes home, Ray went way too far.(Don’t anyone give up on Ray, remember, I’m out to save ALL these guys!)

Part 38 - Did I tell you not to give up on Ray?Seriously, I cried writing this.

(Day 12)

Part 39 - Fight with Saeran. Ride in the car. Vanderwood sets some shit straight. Vanderwood can be funny. OOOH! Who said it first!?

Part 40 - Lots of setting things up here. Some laughs. Oh! Mint Eye’s financial records get reviewed and there’s a surprise waiting.

Part 41 - A little silliness and Saeran being Saeran. And Choi boys being Choi boys.

(Day 13)

Part 42 - Breakfast is had. Seven has a fan-boy. It’s a bad thing.Everyone gets dunked.Poor Jaehee. Poor Vanderwood.

Part 43 - Mint Eye has another nasty surprise in store. We’re going to be needing those bikers, after all. And … RFA slumber party at the bunker?

Part 44 - Work continues as preparations to go back to Magenta are pulling together. Yoosung is having a hard time. Seven would just about prefer to light Rika on fire. Zen is hot, and funny. And finally, *finally* snuggles!

(Day 14)

Part 45 - Alright! This is the big day! Everyone packs up and heads out.Almost everyone. Who’s left behind at the bunker?

Part 46 - The team is on the way to Mint Eye. Ray reveals himself and kidnaps youI can’t say more without telling you what actually happens at Magenta.

Part 47 - Saeran/Ray is in surgery and the RFA gather around.

(Day 15)

Part 48 - Waiting for Saeran/Ray to wake up. Vanderwood stops by.

Part 49 - An argument with Luciel.Saeran has something to say. Jumin wants to go to dinner at a “normal” restaurant.Jumin! don’t be a jerk! XD

Part 50 - Goodnight, Saeran. Jumin shares what happened at Magenta. Finally, someone can be concerned and express the dangers clearly.Bad nightmares, Jumin is a muffin.TRIGGER WARNING!! NIGHTMARES! VIOLENCE! ATTEMPTED MURDER!

(Day 16)

Part 51 - Serious conversations with Saeran about what happens next. Discussion about pursuing therapy. A surprise from Seven. Another surprise from the rest of the RFA.

(Day 17)

Part 52 - Saeran gets out of intensive care. Seven has a little surprise attached to the room. Jumin pays a visit. Saeran is officially in the RFA. Planning for after Saeran is released from the hospital. A new relationship in the RFA.

Part 53 - A visit from Vanderwood and Jaehee. A visit from Zen. Concerns about Yoosung. Time to go home.

(Day 18)

Part 54 - Time to move home! Jumin goes with you. A chat with Ray. Lots of surprises from the whole RFA, and Saeran/Ray.

(Day 19)

Part 55 - A morning in the remodeled home. Time with Saeran. A surprise for Ray. NSFW!!!

Part 56 - Plans for Saeran’s home. Ray and Yoosung have a chat. Jaehee is ready to talk about Vanderwood. FINALLY Yoosung gets a ride in Seven’s car

(Day 20)

Part 57 - A detour on the ride home. Seven makes a decision. Jumin *loses his mind* THE SHOES!!!

(Day 27-ish)

Part 58 - A week passes. Meeting with Jumin about the cat project. Saeran gets to go home!

Part 59 - The first night alone in Saeran’s new digs. Saeran and Ray have a surprise. NSFW NSFW NSFW FOR LOVE OF ALL THE GODS THAT EVER WERE NSFW!!! Also, bdsm, collaring, belts, and other possible triggers.

(Day 28)

Part 60 - Domestic Fluff, Tormenting Saeyoung, A little clarification about where things stand, Plans for the future, Mildly adultish

Afterword

#mystic messenger #Salvation Series #mystic messenger fanfic #mysticmessenger #mysme #saeran choi #mysticmessenger RFA

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5hfanfiction · 7 years ago

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our broken white rose ⇾ camren

a/n: hi guys…!!! i suck, I fuckin know. i haven’t updated since august and truly honestly, i have no excuse other than life happened and shit hit the fan. i kinda wanna explain so y'all know even tho most of you probably don’t give a fuck honestly. ok sooo for starters as some of you may know or knew but forgot, i have a fiancée and we were trying to get pregnant and have a kid awhile ago and she did successfully get pregnant and well… things have been hectic. looks like we’re expecting double the trouble. twin girls lol. um, idk it took me awhile to wrap my head around it. i kinda envisioned parenthood at one at a time even tho the possibility of multiple is there, i never thought it’d go down in my life. but i guess this is god’s plan for me and i’m gonna love those two girls with all my heart.

college has truly been kicking my ass, on top of my moody, grumpy and randomly sad as fuck fiancée, but i’m getting by. currently on winter break so i decided i’d finally sit down and update. my fiancée went out to south jersey to visit her parents and i’m here in north jersey with the house finally to myself. maybe i can make a mess without getting yelled at by her now fhdjdjdkd lol. anyways, that’s basically the gist of what’s been going on. college wants me dead, my fiancée is carry two fetuses inside her and her due date is approaching dangerously fast. lmao. don’t you live life? smh.

anyways, the last thing i wanna share with y'all before i start the story is, I HAVE A NEW BOOK THAT IM ACTUALLY GONNA BE COMMITTED TO COMING OUT RIGHT ATTER I PUBLISH THIS CHAPTER! its called ‘one night stand’ and yesss, it has smut. so please go check it out after this. i have some really cool ideas for it but i need feedback on whether i should waste my time continuing or not. for my tumblr readers, its most likely up on my wattpad as you read this so go follow it @ wthbello and add the book to your library. please comment and vote. with that being said, i hope you enjoy the story. make sure to read end of the chapter questions and answer them. thanks so much, enjoy my usual angst filed, depressing ass stories!

***

“She what?” Both Camila and Lauren shouted in unison as they slowly but frantically followed after Lucy.

Lucy walked at a jagged pace desperately attempting to reach her rental as she explained. “She was granted parol and was released today. Janelle asked me to come see her today, you know, figure out a way to get her out. She was going on and on about how Lola had a plan to go and get your kids. Dustin, Lana and Luna. So I tracked you down to warn you,” she explained in a rushed tone as they finally reached her rented Mazda.

Camila eyes Lucy in suspicious, still anxious being around her after everything. “How did you even get out?” She asked before her eyes enlarged as realization struck. She looked at Lauren in panic. “T-The kids. They’re with Normani, she just took Dustin not too long ago,” Camila had completely forgotten all about Ariana. I’ll text her later, she thought distractedly as her two daughters and infant son came to mind.

Lucy stopped at the vehicle taking a deep breath. She looked them dead in the eye as she pulled the drivers side handle open. “I’ve been out for two months Camila,” the last thing on her mind was explaining her reasoning. She didn’t want to talk about. She didn’t feel she needed to talk about it. She just wanted to forget. Lucy climbed in the all black car, leaving her door open as she peered up at the two mother’s before her. “As for Normani, Tori’s got it,” Lucy smirked. “Now get the fuck in the car.”

Lauren spoke up for the first time in awhile, “What the hell is going on Lucia?” Her hands shook as she gazed down at the woman. So much built up anger and hatred yet confusion and hurt bubbled within her as she stared the woman down.

Lucy’s smirk soon fell as regret and sorrow filled her eyes. “I was terrible… to both of you. I fucked up so much in the last and this is my chance to fix it. Please. Trust me.”

Maybe a couple years ago, Lauren would jump at the thought of trusting Lucy. How couldn’t she? She’d never lie to her, correct? Wrong. For years, she was lied to and fooled to believe the love of her life, the mother of her children, was gone. And Lucy was an accomplice. She didn’t think she could ever trust the woman again. But something about the look in Lucy’s eyes seemed to draw her in. She wasn’t sure how she was feeling, but right now she knew her safety, Camila’s safety and hers were in severe danger with that crazy bat out.

Camila and Lauren both looked at each other before sharing a small, risky mutual agreement. Lauren rounded the vehicle and got in the passenger seat as Camila went into the back, sitting in the middle so she could peer at the two women in front of her.

“Where to?” Camila asked.

Lucy turned to look at the woman in the backseat, a small smirk playing on her lips. “Yakutat Alaska.”

***

“It feels so gross being back her,” Camila mumbled, hugging her arms loosely around herself as Lauren draped her own arm over her shoulder. She still didn’t know how she felt about her relationship with Lauren. The sudden proposal still replayed in her head but she didn’t have time to think about that right now. Her mind wondered as she thought about the safety of her kids and the weariness of Lola being out of prison… again. Her life just seemed to be a never ending pile of destruction and she just wanted to run away… like Lauren said. Her eyebrows furrowed as she turned to look at the woman next to her. She went to open her mouth and question her before shaking her head and deciding to keep it shut until later on.

“Tell me about it,” Lucy mumbled as she locked the doors of the rental car.

Lauren huffed softly, her grip on Camila tightening. “So are you gonna explain why we’re here?”

Lucy nodded distractedly as she smacked her lips and nodded off towards her right as they began walking towards a group of buildings. “Janelle told me that Lola was granted parole in Yakutat because this initially is where the crime took place which I think is complete bullshit because the original crime was when she falsified your murder in Florida. Yakutat is a small town, but so easy to escape. Lola can redo everything she’s ever planned. She can hire or even threaten her way around here and start up her ridiculous revenge plot. We need to end it before it starts.”

The brown eyed woman furrowed her eyebrows in confusion as she released herself from Lauren’s hold and quickened her pace to walk beside Lucy as she began questioning. “End it how?” She asked in bewilderment. “Its Lola. She’ll just kill me for good now. You brought me all the way here just so she could do that, right? You’ve been working with her all along. You know I’m a moth-”

Lucy stopped abruptly, reaching out to grab Camila’s wrist in a forceful hold. The woman went to scream before her eyes landed on Lucy’s soft ones. Lucy slowly released Camila, running a distressed hand through her hair before turning to look at Lauren. “I’ve fucked up in the past. So much. I lost the love of my life, I watched as she hurt over someone who was still here, I watched as she raised two amazing independent girls on her own all while trying to manage her own internal heartbreak,” Lucy paused, staring deeply into Lauren’s pale green eyes. “I’ll do anything to amend my wrongs. I’m never going back to the way I use to be. I don’t want to, and I won’t allow myself to. I’m stronger, I’m better and my head is finally going down the right path,” she sighed shakily before turning back to Camila. “The last thing I want is to see get hurt again. I watched on the sidelines for too many goddamn years. I’m gonna make it right this time. Even if it means putting myself away for life.”

Lauren’s eyes widened in horror at the woman’s last sentence. “Lucy, what are you talking about?”

Hot tears stung the corner of Lucy’s eyes as she chewed on her bottom lip. “I’m gonna kill her. I have to,” with that she continued straight forward towards the group of buildings collectively lined up beside each other.

Camila and Lauren shared a regretful stare before quickly following chasing after Lucy.

“You can’t do that,”

“Come on be rational Lucy,”

“We can just go to the cops again,”

“Yeah, we can do that. You can’t ruin your life like tha-”

Suddenly whirling around, fire burned within Lucy’s brown eyes. “Go to the cops? And tell that what? That my crazy step sister is trying to kill the Camila Cabello? Huh? Do you know what’d happen to me?”

Camila stopped, breathing heavily. “Why do you care so much? Huh? Its my life Lucy. Please. Let me handle it.”

Chuckling bitterly to herself, Lucy shook her head. “It may be your life, but you know nothing about mine,” she stared off into the distance before shaking her head once again. “When Lola sends a group of correction officers to gang rape you every fucking day in jail, not being able to fight back because you’ll just be thrown into solitary, then speak to me. Everything isn’t about you.”

“Lu-”

“I’m gonna kill her, with or without you guys here,” Lucy stared them down before turning on her heel and walking away, both Camila and Lauren’s feet basically being glued to the ground as they watched in silent horror.

Camila turned to look at the mother of her children before whispering softly, “What do we do?”

***

a/n: short ass chapter, just a filler for the shit about to go dddoooowwwnnnnn. omg, i know y'all hate me and that i’ve been gone for over five months and i’m sorry. life just happened and idk what else to say really. i’m back now and hopefully i stick around because i truly have missed writing so fuckin much. like a huge ass relief has washed over me because i absolutely love what i do and writing for people.

now welcome back to my world full of angst and drama (; i promise the camren fluff is coming soon. y'all have waited two books for it and it’s gonna be here in a few short chapters.

now, i have a brrraaannnndddd new book out called “one night stand” and its camren ofc. this book was really a spur of the moment type of thing but i already love what i have in store for it so far and i truly think i’m gonna be committed as fuck with this book. yes, it has smut. a lot of it actually. so please go check it out on my page, add it to your library.

of course, amazing cover creds to SLOTHTATO literally their work is fucking phenomenal. best cover maker on all of wattpad, idc, fight me. like look at this (obviously my tumblr readers can’t see it so go add the book in your library on my wattpad @ wthbello because it’s a sexy ass cover).

anyways, yeah, please go check that out. i’ve worked really hard on it and i really like where it’s going. it has angst, but definitely a lot less angst than this story right here. the angst in this is actually way more relatable to real life problems and stuff like that so once again, please go check it out after this.

don’t forget to vote, comment and answer end of the chapter questions below. if you’re a tumblr reading, come follow me on wattpad @ wthbello and add my new camren story 'one night stand’ to your library and read it and vote and comment and all that amazing stuff. thank you so much for reading and i hope you enjoyed.

i’m a sucker for feedback and it’ll help me navigate where to go in the aspects of what my readers will enjoy (if y'all are still here since i’ve been so goddamn MIA lmao) so please answer at least a couple end of the chapter questions to the best of your abilities. again, if you’re from tumblr, head over to my wattpad so you can do that.

what do you think about this chapter?

what do you think will happen next?

how do you feel about lola being out?

how do you feel about lucy being out?

do you think lucy’s bluffing and she’s really working with lola?

where do you think tori and her mom are?

what do you think is/will happen with lauren and camila’s children?

what do you wanna see moving forth?

what are you least worried about?

what are you most worried about?

last but not least, how do you feel about camila’s new music and 5h’s album, lauren’s single, dinah’s feature, and 5h’s collab with pitbull? y'all knew i had to ask this since i haven’t been here since the day before the girls released their album lol.

anyways, thanks so much for reading. i appreciate so much if you’re still for some reason stick around, you have no possible idea how much it means to me and i’m forever grateful for you

#UPDATE #one shot #series #non AU #AU #slash #trigger warning #camren #requested #angst drama #family #humour #romance fluff #submission #our broken white rose

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welovekpopscenarios · 7 years ago

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Of Ancient Caves and Wonders (Jungkook x Reader)

Admin: Mimi

Prompt/Ask: Omg so I just got this cool idea!!! A scenario where you and BTS's Jungkook find out that you're both mythological creatures... Please and thank you! (:

Fandom: BTS

Genre: Fluff (?) , fantasy

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: slight language

Word Count: 8063

Authors Note: I’m sorry this took so long, I was down lately and I didn’t want to force out a fic, you all deserve better than that. So hopefully the length makes up for it! This was such a cool ask!! (and secretly something I’ve been wait 131413 years for because I’m a bitch for mythology lol) Also, I’ve been watching a lot of Outlast 2 Let’s Plays on Youtube lately (random, I know) and it’s been persuading me to make this scenario slightly horror based but I tried not to lol, but if it creeps in, just know it isn’t my fault. Well, it kinda is, but let’s ignore that for now ; ))))) Let me know of any errors, and happy reading as always! (Also I probably chose the most cliché and overused creatures but I tried my best ok I’m soRRY)

“Jungkook, oh my God, can we please stop? My legs are killing me!” you gasped.

When Jungkook had suggested going for a hike on the mountains on the next town over from yours, spinning tales of deep forests, rocky terrain and mysterious caves in an attempt to get you to agree to come, you thought it would be fun; a nice sunny day, surrounded but nature, and completely alone with the man you love.

And it started out that way, certainly. Despite your annoyance at waking up at an ungodly hour to drive to the mountains, and having to pack lunches and other essentials you needed, the day started out wonderfully. You had spent a good few hours, ascending higher and higher up the mountain and getting the most breath-taking views, worthy of pictures.

But then the heat started to get overbearing, your legs were in agony, and the sun was starting to make its descent from the sky, the light around you getting duller and duller with each passing hour. Now, you were exhausted, and ready to drop dead.

Jungkook gave a breathless laugh, obviously just as worn out as you were despite having more stamina than you, but too proud to show it.

“C’mon, Y/N. I just want to look around a bit more. There’s still a lot more to see – stop your whining!”

You hardly thought that there was much more to see than the trees, rocks and mud you’ve been traversing through for the past 10+ hours, but bringing it up was futile – Jungkook wanted to stay, and you couldn’t find your way back to the truck you drove in even if it had a giant light blinking from it. You’d probably fall and break your neck if you didn’t get lost first.

You heaved a sigh, walking silently beside him without protest, stepping over logs and climbing rocks, before realisation hit you.

“Wait,” you paused before Jungkook could help lift you over large boulder, staring at him with narrowed eyes. “You don’t want to keep exploring because of that stupid cave, do you?”

When Jungkook had gotten you to agree to the hike, he had begun to talk about this mysterious cave that supposedly could be found somewhere deep within the mountain, hidden from the public eye, a cave that was allegedly filled with artefacts and jewels that would make a good profit if one were to sell them. It was some sort of local legend, but one that has been there for generations upon generations, the story told and changed through time but never faded. At the time, you hardly took notice of his mentioning of the cave, not really listening when he started droning on about how the cave was haunted and cursed – you just didn’t believe in those things.

But now, you realise you should have paid more attention, because it was now beginning to seem like this cave was the sole reason for this trip in the first place.

Jungkook scratched the back of his head and moved his gaze towards his hiking boots, unable to look you in the eye, which only further confirmed your theory.

“Well…” he laughed awkwardly, and you rolled your eyes with an exasperated sigh. He quickly tried to placate your agitation, that has been building up throughout the evening when all you wanted to do was sleep for the next ten years.

“Are you seriously keeping us up on this mountain just to find some cave that probably doesn’t even exist?” you asked incredulously, and Jungkook spluttered for a moment before shutting his mouth, giving up on an excuse. You placed a hand on your hip and pinched the bridge of your nose, breathing in and out slowly.

“Jungkook, it’s getting dark! It’s past 6 in the evening, we should be going! It’s gonna take us forever to find our way off the mountain.”

Truthfully, you were a bit scared. You and Jungkook had derailed from the mountain trail some time ago, curiosity getting the better of the both of you, and now, travelling further into the mountain, it seemed it was harder to spot the pathway. You definitely weren’t looking forward to spending a night on a giant mountain with no protection from the wilderness or the dark, or no signal on your phones to call for help.

“Look, baby,” he began, but you levelled a hard stare towards him at the use of the pet name. He gulped, and tried again. “Look, I just wanted to see if it actually exists. I mean, what’s the harm in looking? There’s still plenty of sunlight, and we have torches on our phones,” he reasoned. “Plus, if it actually exists, imagine the money we could make off the things we’d find in there!”

You raised a brow at his words. “That’s a bit of a greedy thought, Kookie.”

He frowned, looking slightly shame faced when he realised the error of his words.

“Sorry,” he apologised. “But I mean, it wouldn’t hurt to keep something. As proof. C’mon Y/N, just another hour or two, and then we’ll head back to the truck, I promise.”

You were doubtful, and expressed that on your face. Why waste time on a cave that might not even be real when you could be heading home to the comfort of your bed after a nice, long shower?

“Pretty please,” he pleaded, turning on his puppy dog eyes, one you knew you wouldn’t be able to resist, despite trying. You crossed your arms and sighed irritably.

“Fine,” you conceded, and his face lit up in joy, “but only an hour or two. I don’t want to be stuck here after dark, it’s already creepy enough as it is.”

He nodded frantically, placing his hands on your waist and you felt yourself being hauled up onto the boulder. You clutched his shoulders and gave a yelp, watching as he deftly climbed up to stand beside you, before hopping down on the other side, offering a hand to help you down.

“No time to waste, then!” he beamed that bunny smile of his, and you prepared yourself for another bout of climbing.

The fading sun bled a variety of reds and oranges across the sky, which in turn faded into a sky of black and blues, a blank slate of obsidian sprinkled with the most astonishing twinkles from the stars, a world of infinity right above your heads, all protected by the light of the moon shedding her glow upon the earth.

It was a sight that truly left you awestruck, admiration sinking into your bones at the marvels the universe had to offer, if you just stopped and looked every once in a while.

You would have appreciated the sight much more if you weren’t so scared shitless of the vast expanse of forestry and mountain around you, the darkness flooding your vision and the cold the night brought making you shiver.

It had certainly been a lot longer than ‘an hour or two’, and you tried telling Jungkook as much, but you were shushed, being told that he’s “almost certain it’s around here” and “just a bit longer, don’t worry”.

“Jungkook, we need to start heading back now,” you warned, turning your head this way and that way, engaging your surroundings wearily. You were on edge at every snap of a twig, every hoot of an owl, every chirp of a cricket. You were creeped out, to say the least, and you wanted out.

The lights on your phones barely did anything except shine light just a fraction further from where you stood, and that battery was soon fading, percentage at 23% now.

You were definitely lost, and if you didn’t start returning to the car or called for help, you’d most likely be spending the night up on this eerie mountain. You never took much stock in it, but you weren’t oblivious to the other tales that came with these peaks; stories of people going missing, murdered, lost to the rocks and trees of the range, never to be found again. And you didn’t fancy becoming a part of those tales – real or not.

Jungkook let out a noise of irritation, eyes scanning the location with his brows furrowed.

“I…thought it would be here,” he murmured, perching on a nearby rock to look around.

You walked over towards a ledge, creeping by the edge before looking down with a gulp. The roads you drove on to get here were nothing more than a thin line in the distance, barely visible over the magnitude of tall trees populating that mountainside. The steepness gave you vertigo; the height at which you could plummet down the mountain from your current position making you queasy. The mountain stretched on, almost never ending, and you figured it would take hours for you to even reach a halfway point on the cliff while descending to base of the mountain.

You backed away from the ledge slowly, turning around to face Jungkook, who was pacing back and forth in frustration, cursing to himself quietly.

“Jungkook,” you called out coldly, and he stopped his pacing at the tone of your voice, dragging his gaze from the ground to meet your stony one. “We need to go. Now. We’re going to get lost if we continue, and at this point it’s going to take us forever to get the bottom. We need to call for help. Let’s go.”

Jungkook looked miffed at your orders, opening his mouth to reply but you cut him off before he could drag you down further in to this mess.

“But I’m sure it’s clos-“

“No,” you snapped, and you felt bad for taking all of your anger out on him, but you just wanted to return to safety. “I’m tired, hungry, cold, sore, and I just want to go home. Look for this stupid cave with Taehyung or Namjoon next time, I’m leaving.”

And with that, you turned on your heel and began to climb down the mountainside, hands reaching out to hold onto the barks of trees and edges in the mountains walls to help you down. You couldn’t hear anything from Jungkook, until after a moment, rushed footsteps came closer to you and he was joining you in your descent, albeit grumpily.

You turned your head to him, about to say something about the steepness of the terrain, when your foot slipped, and you tumbled with a shriek down an alcove, the opening which was hidden by shrubs and bushes, not easy to catch with your eyes, even if you looked hard enough.

The branches and thorns of the bushes tore at your arms and legs, lacerating your arms in cuts and scrapes as you twisted to escape the thicket. You vaguely remember hearing Jungkook yell out your name, but you couldn’t focus on it, as in the next second you hit the ground hard and your body rolled upon impact, pain shooting across your body.

You felt water encase you as your rolling came to an unexpected stop; light blue invading your vision as you fell towards the bottom. Your mouth opened in a scream – a mistake on your part, for you ended up swallowing the water, allowing it to fill your lungs and stomach. You thrashed around you, desperate to reach the surface and breathe in.

Jungkook dropped down through the shrubbery after you and ran over to your side, reaching into the water and grabbing a hold of your wrist, hoisting you up and out of the liquid. He laid you out on the ground as you coughed and spluttered, lungs fighting to regain oxygen, his hands flitting over your prone form – afraid to touch you in case you were badly hurt.

“Oh my God, Y/N, are you ok? Are you hurt? Can you hear me? Say something!” he panicked, eyes wide with fear as he looked down at you.

You groaned, blinking your eyes open, landing on his face above yours. He helped you to sit up, hand rubbing soothingly up and down your back, and you collected yourself the best you could.

“I’m fine,” you croaked, coughing once more to let the water out of your lungs. “Just sore.”

Jungkook sagged in relief, and collected you in his arms, holding your soaked body tightly.

“Oh thank God,” he sighed, and pushed you back far enough so he could move strands of your wet hair out of your face and behind your ears. “I’m so sorry,” he muttered, face contorted in shame and concern.

“It’s not your fault I fell,” you tried to reason, but he shook his head.

“I shouldn’t have kept us up here for this long, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt,” he argued.

“It’s ok Jungkook, really. It isn’t your fault,” you repeated, and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“I shouldn’t have spent so much time looking for this dumb cave,” he mumbled, brows knitted together angrily. You looked around the area you’d fallen, and your jaw dropped open in surprise.

“Well,” you whispered, eyes ready to pop out of their sockets from how wide they were, “I guess you got your wish, Kookie.”

Jungkook gave a confused look, and followed you gaze, his own mouth parting in awe. You had fallen into a cave of sorts, a wide area of stone formed to create a cavern. You had tumbled into the small pool covering one half of the area; bright cerulean water that was so intense it casted a marvellous glow throughout the grotto, illuminating the stony room perfectly. If you looked long enough, you almost swore you saw the water sparkling unnaturally, but that could have just been a trick of the eye. Staring at the other side of the cave, you laid your eyes on an assortment of artefacts; ranging from statuettes, to jewellery, to clothing, baskets, pots, anything. They lined the walls of the cavern, almost orderly, some large and nearly touching the roof, to smaller trinkets sitting atop stones jutting out from the walls.

Jungkook stood up slowly, and studied the wonders of the cave with his mouth wide open. He remembered to offer a hand to you, and you took it, allowing him to tug you upwards and lean into his side for support, his arm wrapping around your waist.

“God,” he gasped, “look at this place.”

“How many people do you think have seen this place before?” you questioned. You frowned when you tasted a foul aftertaste in your mouth, rolling your tongue around your cheeks. “Ew,” you grunted.

Jungkook turned to look at you with perturbed stare.

“What?”

“I think I swallowed some of that water when I fell in,” you grimaced. Smacking your lips together, you pouted at the shimmering waves of the pool. “Tastes kinda weird,” you explained.

“Well, it doesn’t look as though it’s dirty,” he speculated. “I mean, look at it. It’s practically glowing,” he gave a laugh of disbelief.

You glanced uneasily at the water; he was right. It was unusually bright, one of the clearest and most beautiful pools of water you’ve ever seen in existence. But water shouldn’t look that way, especially one found in a dark, dirty and dingy cave like this one. Before you could express your concerns, Jungkook interrupted you.

“Look at all of this stuff!” he marvelled, rushing over to the artefacts at the other side.

Sparing one last look at the water, you followed Jungkook, eyeing the different ornaments and clothing. You could spot some weapons in their sheaths, shields leaning against the walls, helmets resting beside them.

“Where do you think these came from? What year?” Jungkook wondered, and you thought for a moment as you surveyed the curios around you.

“Hmm, most of these look ancient,” you pondered, and Jungkook snorted out a quick ‘astute observation’ before quieting under your glare. “Judging by the writing on some of the scrolls here, it looks to be Greek,” you continued, but upon further inspection, some jewellery had foreign writing inscribed on them, different to the Greek on the scrolls. “Wait, it looks like some of the rings here have ancient Norse on them. And those shields! They have Roman writing on them! And there are some books here I don’t even know what language is on them!”

Jungkook whistled lowly. “Wow, you know your stuff,” he smiled proudly at you, and you laughed.

“Yeah, I guess. Those projects I had to do when I was younger came in handy, I suppose.”

Jungkook chuckled and continued to study the artefacts.

“So, what are they all doing here? Do you think someone collected them all and hid them here?” he wondered, bending down to rummaged through a basket of cloths and woven goods.

“I suppose so,” you agreed, fingers skimming over a bronze bracelet forged in the shape of a snake with its mouth wide open with its fangs protruding from its mouth, the light making the band appear a near golden colour. You almost felt as if the jade eyes engraved into its sockets were following you as you moved on. “Kind of a strange place to hide thi-“

“Hey, look at this!”

At his excited request, you turned your body to face his as he proudly sported what looked to be a wolf’s pelt fashioned into a cape, thin gold chains hanging off the neck to keep it around his body. He lifted the hood of the cape over his head, and it was shaped as a wolf’s head – snout and all. You thought you spotted some fangs on the mouth as well. The fur of the cape looked like it had gold bits strewn throughout the fur, causing it to shine bright against the dark coat. Two golden disks held the chains lying against Jungkook’s chest, and looked to have more Roman symbols on them.

“Pretty cool, huh” he beamed, wiggling his eyebrows and turning around in circle, showing off ridiculous poses as he did do. You laughed at his antics and shook your head wryly.

“Looking good, Romulus,” you complimented, and he pretended to swoon, batting his eyelashes at you demurely and you snickered.

“This thing’s heavy,” he commented, shrugging his shoulders against the added weight. He struck one more ‘manly’ pose at you, flexing his muscles at you and winced as you flicked his forehead, laughing at his goofiness.

His face contorted into one of discomfort after a few seconds, and he began to scratch at his forearms.

“This is really itchy, too,” he complained.

“Well, it is an actual fur pelt. And it is years old. I would think that it wouldn’t feel the nicest anymore,” you quipped, and he rolled his eyes at you, lifting the pelt over his head and placing it in the basket once again.

The odd taste in your mouth was even stronger now, and the glow of pool started to put a strain on yours eyes. You found yourself blinking harder and faster, feeling a headache starting to form. You groaned and pressed your hand to your forehead, and Jungkook hurried to your side, eyes alight with concern.

“Hey, are you ok? You look a little pale, maybe you should sit down. You might have hit your head harder than you thought,” he advised, and you allowed him to lower you to the ground gently. You felt incredibly lightheaded now, and the room was spinning at a fast pace around you, your stomach turning with nausea, and you buried your face in your arms.

Jungkook continued to scratch at his body, alternating between his arms to his back to his neck and even his legs at some points, feeling an itch that just couldn’t be cured, and he felt as if it was worse with each passing second. He really shouldn’t have worn that stupid cape. He shouldn’t have looked for this cave to begin with, his mind supplies.

“I…feel…pass ou…” he heard you mumble, but he couldn’t make out most of what you had said with the ringing that has now made an appearance in his ear.

‘What?’ he wanted to asked, but all that left his lips was a croak, and he too started to feel as if the world was turning too fast for his liking. He sat down next to you, scratching vigorously at his head but his limbs felt too heavy for him to pick up anymore, and so he laid down on the dirty ground, head pounding and eyes clenched shut.

When you realised everything had gone eerily quiet, you gathered the strength to lift your head out of your arms and looked over at where Jungkook lay. Upon seeing him lie still, you made a noise of alarm and attempted to help him before your vision glazed over and you collapsed beside him, staring at his serene face before the world became black.

You don’t know exactly how long you lay in the cave, mind clouded with darkness except for the illusions of waves and fish that swam in your subconscious, but when Jungkook shook you awake worriedly and help you to climb out of this dreaded cave, the sun was just peeking behind the mountains and awakening the world to his shine.

With what little battery he had left on his phone, Jungkook called the park rangers, who arrived in record time to guide Jungkook and yourself down the mountain in the fastest and safest way possible.

When you glanced back at the cave, it looked as though the bushes were untouched.

You and Jungkook barely said anything to each other, too spooked to talk, but you clung to each others sides, afraid to stray too far from one another. You don’t understand why neither of you spoke up about the cave to the rangers, but you figured it was too strange a story for them to believe, and it seemed Jungkook had agreed, and so both of you stayed quiet about the entire ordeal, spinning a lie about how the both of you had camped up here but lost your gear by dropping them down a hole.

When you had arrived back at Jungkook’s apartment, you walked in to see the gang all sitting in the tiny living room and a miffed Yoongi, who evidently didn’t want this many people crowding around in his apartment on a Sunday afternoon, his ‘special’ lazy day.

Jin (and the others) had some choice words for the two of you, reprimanding you for worrying them and not even texting any of them to let them know you were ‘ok’. Jungkook had decided to explain the story from start to finish this time, trusting the guys enough to not call you crazy or delusional.

The guys didn’t really know what to say when he had finished, they just stared at each other in puzzlement with raised brows. Jin nodded his head slowly, stood up from his seat, and announced that he was going to make a large dinner since the pair of you haven’t eaten since yesterday.

And nothing more was said about the hike, or the cave, or your story. The guys didn’t outright say they didn’t believe you, but you knew, you knew they thought it too strange a story to find truth in. So they stayed silent. It was as if it had never happened. You noticed Jungkook’s crestfallen face from the corner of your eyes, but he had elected to not argue more. You could empathise with the others; it was quite the bizarre story, and things just didn’t add up. They had heard the tales from when they were children, but shimmering water? Golden pelts? Passing out in the cave? It was just too much.

So, after feasting on the food Jin had cooked, and scrubbing yourselves of all the dirt and grime and other ungodly things from that cave, you all sat in the living room once again, and watched a movie together, although your mind was elsewhere. And seemingly, everything went back to normal.

And that was that.

Well, that was what you thought.

The symptoms didn’t come until about a week later. You remember coming to the realisation vividly, sitting in the cafeteria of your college with Jungkook, Hoseok and Yoongi during lunch, talking about whatever came to mind, when you noticed the strange ticks coming from both yourself and Jungkook.

You kept your research about the cave to yourself, if they didn’t want to discuss it then you wouldn’t bring it up, but you needed answers. Your efforts were partially fruitless, most of the same legends and tales about the cave coming up in your searches online. Nothing palpable; the stories you had read had minor differences and facts, so you couldn’t count any as truthful. You did, however, find old accounts of others who had discovered the cave, years old sightings that reported the cave as ‘evil’ and that ‘no one should step foot in it, less they be cursed by the ancient Gods.’ Whatever that meant. Unfortunately, again, you couldn’t put much trust into the sightings, taking them to be the ramblings of madmen like had been written by the interviewers, and most refused to speak about what they had seen in the cave to begin with.

You didn’t explicitly ask him, but you assume Jungkook was doing the same as you. You even caught him on one of the websites you found, but he closed the laptop quickly before you could get a good look at it.

The four of you were relaxing at table in the corner of the cafeteria, winding down after classes and catching up during a busy week of college. Leaning against Jungkook, you picked up your water bottle and chugged nearly half the bottle, putting it down with a sigh. Hoseok stared at you in disbelief, looking from the bottle to you with an impressed expression.

“Thirsty?” he asked amusedly, laughing when you nodded vigorously.

“Thirsty enough to nearly down half a litre of water, apparently,” Yoongi mumbled, narrowed eyes trained on you.

“What? I want to stay hydrated,” you shrugged, and yes, it was true. But you noticed lately, you really needed to stay hydrated. You had a bottle of water in your hands nearly all the time, but no matter how much you drank, it was never enough. You were always unbearably thirsty now, and nothing satisfied you. If you didn’t drink or stay in water for long periods of time, you felt you’d grow weaker, feeling way too dehydrated and woozy to focus.

“Damn, isn’t this, like, your third bottle today?” Jungkook worried, frowning at you with concern.

“Wait, what? Your third bottle?” Hoseok blurted, and you nodded silently. “Can’t you like, get water poisoning, or something like that if you drink that much?”

“Uh, I don’t know,” you stammered, “I don’t feel sick. I feel better when I drink the water anyway.”

Jungkook made a noise of disapproval, hand reaching up to scratch at his head. You swatted his hand away before it could make contact, fixing him with a glare.

“Stop scratching, you’re going to tear your skin off if you keep doing it!” you scolded, and Jungkook tutted in response, using his shoulder to scratch at the side of his head instead.

“Yeah, Scratchy, you’ve been doing it non-stop this past week. It’s disgusting. Go see a doctor about it or something, I’m sick of seeing you scratch yourself while I’m in the apartment. Like you have fleas,” Yoongi complained, picking at his food with disinterest before tossing the plastic fork on the table.

“You’re hair has gotten longer, maybe if you cut it, the itching won’t be as bad,” Hoseok advised. “It could just be the heat.”

“Believe me, that isn’t gonna help,” Yoongi groaned, resting his head on his palm. “He cut his hair at the start of the week, and it’s already grown back. Plus, he has to shave like twice everyday. I don’t know what’s wrong with you, but you honestly need to see a doctor. That shit isn’t normal.”

Yoongi stood up with a sigh, gathering his things before explaining he had to get to music before class started to fix his equipment. He offered a quick “later” before walking in the other direction with a small wave.

You watched Yoongi’s back as he walked towards the doors of the cafeteria, mulling over what he said about Jungkook. This wasn’t normal. He wasn’t normal. You weren’t normal. And all of this only started happening since that night at the cave.

You drank the rest of your water in a few seconds (still not enough), and stood up abruptly.

“I’m going to get some more, I’ll be right back,” you announced before striding away towards the vending machines. You reckon you already spent nearly a tenner on water bottles alone today, this was starting to burn a hole in your purse.

You heard footsteps behind you and looked back to see Jungkook rushing to catch up to you, grabbing your hand and interlocking your fingers when he was beside you.

“Hobi said he had to get something out of his car, so he left,” he explained.

“Ah,” was all you said, and continued towards the vending machine. Once there and you had received your bottle, nearly finishing the entire thing in one go, Jungkook squeezed your hand to garner your attention.

“What’s up?” you asked him.

“I was just wondering if you wanted to go on another trip, this weekend. I know this really nice lake that we could camp at, really quiet and safe. No one goes there, no one really knows about it,” he told you, but you regarded him sceptically.

“You want to go on another trip? And camp? Do you remember how well the last one turned out?”

He rolled his eyes at that, scratched the back of his neck and ear, and let out a breath before replying.

“Yeah, I know,” he droned, staring at you with a dull expression that made you smirk. “But I just, I don’t know. I feel like I need to be in the woods, or in nature, or I’ll go crazy, you get me? I don’t know how to explain it, but I just…” he scratched at his arm, “I don’t know. I just need to go. And I want you to come with me. It’s hard to explain,” he finished, shoulders sagging in frustration.

You pondered for a moment. It seems like he really wanted – no, needed, to go. And of course you’ll go with him.

“Did you say it had a lake?”

He glanced hopefully at you.

“Yeah, it does. It’s attached to the ocean, the lake is actually near a small beach. It’d be perfect for you, you’ve been looking to go swimming lately.”

A salty lake? One you can stay in for as long as possible?

That sounded perfect.

“Ok,” you agreed, and he grinned in excitement, “sounds like a plan.”

The drive hadn’t taken that long, but roads were certainly quiet. When Jungkook said it was secluded, he wasn’t joking. It was practically deserted, not a soul to be seen, and it was beautiful.

The woods were lush and green – vibrant colours dancing in canopies over your heads as you walked through the forest with your gear in hand, the prettiest flowers blooming in the darkest places. You could practically smell the saltiness of the lake and the beach (apparently Jungkook actually could, but when you explained you couldn’t he just showed the most confused expression. The smell was so strong, how couldn’t you smell it?)

Arriving at the lake, you gaped at the scenery – the sky reflected off the surface of the water, making it appear as if a piece of the sky had fallen to the ground for you to touch. The ground by the banks were smooth and even, bright green grass sprouting from the earth, a perfect place to lay down your tent and belongings. This place was perfect, and the water was calling out to you.

Jungkook laughed as he watched you practically sprint to a spot on the ground, hurriedly helping him set up the tent before ripping off your clothes, swimsuit on underneath.

“Wow, you even wore your swimsuit underneath? That excited, huh?” he chuckled, as did you.

“I couldn’t wait, I feel like I’m gonna die if I don’t get in straight away.”

And with those words, you took a few steps backwards, before running and jumping into the lake, bubbles floating around you as the fresh water hit your body.

Instantly you felt so relieved – all the problems you’ve been having since the start of the week just left as the water touched your body, soothing you in ways you never thought imaginable.

You stayed underwater for as long as you could, opening your eyes and looking around the bottom of the lake at the stones and water plants (wow, you could see so clearly, it must be really bright right now). After a while, you returned to the surface when you heard a noise coming from above you.

You breached the surface and breathed in calmly, opting to float on your back and stare at the clouds.

“Y/N, are you ok?” Jungkook asked, looking quite panicked.

“What? Yeah, I’m fine. Why?” you laughed confusedly.

“Because you were under the water for like, 5 or 6 minutes straight?” he rose a brow.

What? 6 minutes? It wasn’t that long, was it? You didn’t feel like you were losing breath at all. You had felt fine, in fact you would have stayed there longer, if Jungkook hadn’t called you.

Your legs started to feel tingly, but you ignored it, directing your attention to Jungkook.

“I didn’t realise I was down there for that long,” you responded, you legs getting heavier with each kick you made to stay afloat.

“I never knew you could do that, why didn’t ever show me? That’s such a cool tric-what the hell?” Jungkook gasped, staring at you weirdly.

“What? What’s wrong?” you asked, and looked down to where he was pointing at.

The water surrounding you was lit up by a bright light coming from below – no wait, from you.

What?

The water shimmered and sparkled around you, and your legs felt too heavy to kick anymore, like two dead weights attached to your torso. They hung together, and a numb feeling spread through them, until a tight pressure took it’s place and you yelled out in shock.

The pressure forced your legs to press against one another, and it felt as if they were…knitting together? You couldn’t move your legs, it was as if something was tying them to each other.

The pressure built up for a few seconds until it faded, and you breathed in a deep breath of air out of relief. Jungkook sat at the edge of the lake, ready to jump in and collect you, but you told him to stay where he was, in case whatever that was would hurt him too.

The light faded into a dull glow until is disappeared, and you stayed still, too afraid to move in case you would cause more pain to yourself.

“What the hell was that?! Are you ok? Come here, get out of the water,” Jungkook ordered, scratching at his scalp once again out of nervousness, and you went to follow his advice.

But when you kicked one of your legs, it didn’t move.

Well, the singular leg didn’t move. Both did. But it felt wrong. It felt as if they were connected. It felt as if they were…one.

You tried kicking in the direction of Jungkook, and when you did, you were pushed forward suddenly by the force of your own legs, reaching Jungkook at a speed which was inhuman even for the best swimmer.

“Oh my god, that was fast,” he exclaimed. He held out his hands to lift you out of the water when you got to him, and as his hands started to pull you up, he yelped and dropped you, falling on his behind and staring at you with eyes full of fear.

“What? What the fuck?” you yelled, panic flooding through your stomach at his face.

“What the fuck happened to your legs? Why do you look like a god damn fish?” he shrieked, and you gaped at him.

You ducked back under the water, and moved your eyes to your legs – or should you say tail?

Something you’d say resembled a fish tail covered the lower half of your body completely. It was coloured in varying hues of blues, purples and silvers, and if the light shone on them a certain way, it would almost look like a rainbow. The scales began from just above your hips, and ended with a giant indigo fin that swished with the waves of the water.

You rose to the surface and clawed you way onto the bank, tail dragging behind you heavily.

“Jungkook get it off me!” you shrieked. “Where are my legs? What is this?!”

“I don’t fucking know!” he cursed, in hysterics just as you were. “Look, Y/N calm down! Freaking out won’t help!”

“How can’t I, Jungkook? I look like a freaking mermaid!”

At that, you paused at your own words. That can’t be true, can it?

Jungkook scowled warily at your sudden silence, regarding your tail silently but with awe. It looked so beautiful, but where the hell – how the hell – why?

You thought over everything that happened since the incident at the cave; you fell into the weird water, also accidently swallowing some, you had that strange taste in your mouth and then you blacked out. You’ve been very dehydrated since then, you needed tons of water, and being in this water – salt water, satisfied you completely. And then you grew a tail. Ah. You knew there was something fishy about that cave.

Did you just make a pun?

“Hello? Earth to Y/N?” Jungkook waved his hands in front of your face and you blinked, looking at him blankly.

“The cave,” you whispered.

“What about it?”

“This happened because of the cave,” you elaborated. “Because I fell into that water. And I swallowed some of it. Now I’m…a mermaid. I guess.”

You could literally see the gears turning in Jungkook’s head as he processed the information you just gave him. His face dawned in realisation eventually, but it was quickly followed by a look of bewilderment.

“How are you so calm about this?” he questioned, and you laughed lightly.

“Oh, I’m not,” you chuckled humourlessly, “internally I’m screaming, and I’m screaming loudly, but freaking out won’t get me out of this situation.”

He nodded, still staring at your tail as if it was going to bite him. You moved it in his direction and he squealed, crawling backwards on his hands to get away from it.

You laughed at his face – plastered with fear. He glared at you when he realised what you did was intentional, and slowly moved towards you once again.

“Can I…touch it?” he asked cautiously, and you nodded, taking his hand in yours and place both of them on top of your scales. They were rough, yet also smooth to touch, and your fingers ran along the ridges of the tail. It really was magnificent, and you smiled, already taking a liking to it.

“Wow,” you breathed. “I’m a mermaid!”

“Not exactly,” Jungkook corrected, and scraped lightly at his arms. “I did some research on the cave, and I found that there was nothing related to mermaids there, but according to some reports, it was actually sirens, not mermaids. A sailors worst enemy. So, I would think you’re a siren, instead of a mermaid.”

“But, sirens sing, don’t they? I can’t sing,” you articulated, and Jungkook smiled.

“You didn’t try yet. Why don’t you find out?”

“What, should I start belting out some old school Gwen Stefani? ‘Hollaback Girl’ is the new anthem for sirens,” you replied sassily, and he whacked your tail lightly.

“Just sing anything, idiot,” he snarked.

And so you opened your mouth, prepared for failure, when melodic notes instead of the screeches you expected floated out of your mouth, setting Jungkook in a trance the longer you sang your sweet song.

Stopping, Jungkook had to shake himself out of his daze, staring at you in wonderment, but when you frowning worriedly at him, he mimicked your expression.

“What if I stay like this forever, Jungkook,” you inquired, and he knew your concerns weren’t misplaced. Despite how cool this was, if this was permanent, this could be very dangerous for the both of you.

“Look, get out of the water now, and if nothing happens after a while, we’ll see what we can do then. Ok?” he offered, and although you felt reluctant to leave the sanctity of the water, you didn’t fancy staying a fish forever, so you allowed Jungkook to drag you further up the bank and laid you near the tent.

You lifted your tail up and down, watching the scales glinting in the sunlight, and lowered it down again, when something popped into your head as your turned your gaze towards Jungkook who sat beside you rubbing at his head.

“What will happen to you?”

His gaze moved to yours, stunned, before settling in thought.

“I…don’t know,” he answered honestly.

“You wore the wolf pelt, didn’t you? And Yoongi said you’ve been scratching a lot, which happened at the cave too. What if you turn into some dog?”

He balked at your statement, face growing pale.

“Oh my god…what if I turn into some stupid looking dog? Like a Pomeranian? They’re cute, but like, they’re not manly. I want a cool dog, like a husky, not some tiny barkin-“

You interrupted his ramblings with your loud laughter trilling through the forest, and his face melted into a small smile at the sound.

“Is that seriously what you’re worried about? Not even about turning into another animal?”

He blushed, scratching at the back of his head.

“Well, the more research I did about the cave, and reports about people changing from what they saw in there, the more I thought it would be cool, you know? Like a superpower. I mean, you’re a siren! That’s amazing! And I want a power too! We’d be a superhero couple!”

You giggled at his childishness, and realised maybe he was right. If you weren’t stuck with a giant tail forever, maybe this could be cool! Who else has powers like this! You’re a siren, for crying out loud!

“Alright, I see your point,” you conceded, and his bunny like grin enveloped his face. “But I guess…now we wait.”

“Now we wait.”

Your tail had appeared at around 6 in the afternoon, and it was near 10 when the scales on your legs had started to peel away and dissolve, leaving something akin to glitter in its wake (“that’s going to be a bitch to clean up,” Jungkook had muttered).

So, whatever happened at the cave, and whatever you turned into, it wasn’t permanent. And you reasoned that the trigger for your tail to form would be salt water.

You also seemed to have lost the need to have water all the time now, you didn’t feel as deprived of the substance as you had the past week. It would take careful planning and patience, but you could live with this. You could live with being a siren.

Jungkook, however, still had to let his ‘powers’ show.

During the hours in which you both waited for your fish tail to disappear, you took note of how erratic he started becoming. The scratching had become worse – you noticed his arms or forehead had little specks of blood from where he scratched too hard. He became shifty, constantly looking around him, head spinning at whatever sound he heard in the distance, nose turned upwards to sniff at a scent he caught.

After your legs came back, you decided to make some food over the campfire Jungkook had built a few hours previous. So, with your back turned to him, you prepared the food and fanned the flames of the fire.

You should have kept an eye on him, though. You were too busy to notice the growls emitting from the back of his throat, or his hunched over form clawing at his back harshly. What you did notice, was the loud scream tearing from his chest, and when you turned around, you were alarmed to see his body grow in size from its bent over position. His hands dug into the dirt beneath him, morphing into what looked like claws, and his spine jutted outwards, making you cringe at the cracking sounds. The hair on his body grew rapidly until it covered his entire form, and his limbs twisted this way and that way until they stilled in the position similar to a hound prepared to attack. His shoes ripped open reveal paws and claws like his hands, and his jeans couldn’t handle the extra stretch, tearing to shreds and letting a wagging bushy tail swing free. The dog – no, wolf would be the better word – was dark brown in colour, like Jungkook’s hair, and you almost screamed when he turned his head in your direction and instead of your boyfriends face, a large snout and dark, watchful eyes greeted you instead. Torn clothes spread all over the ground, a large wolf took the place of Jungkook, breathing heavily and keeping a careful eye on you.

You were too stunned to speak, and frankly too scared, in case he turned on you.

He approached you slowly, cautiously, and sniffed at you, breathing in your scent, before tentatively licking your hand, signalling he meant you no harm.

“Wait, you know who I am?” you asked.

The wolf lifted its front leg, in what you assume was a yes.

“Huh. Well, you’re no Pomeranian.”

He seemed to puff out his chest proudly at that, and you took the opportunity to stand. You gawked at the size of him, nearing the same height as you, and overflowing with the fluffiest fur, fur that you didn’t hesitate to feel, rubbing it down. Jungkook closed his obsidian eyes at the feeling, and you chortled, scratching behind his ears that had him panting.

“My God, you’re huge,” you breathed, and looked up at the sky, to see a bright moon glowing high in the sky. Of course. How cliché. A full moon.

“Well, it seems like you turn when the moon is out. Or maybe you turn when you’re exposed to the moon. I guess we have to test that theory again.”

Jungkook whined when you stopped rubbing at his fur and bobbed his head under your arms, basking in the attention you’re showing him. You guffawed when you remembered something.

“You remind me of those stupid wolves in that Twilight series,” you laughed, and Jungkook gave a low growl, showing you the driest look a wolf could possibly make, making you laugh even harder, until you had to sit down.

Jungkook laid his huge wold form down beside you, and you leaned into his warmth, throwing your arms around him.

“Aww, you’re like a huge teddy bear!” you squealed, and Jungkook sighed, but curled into your body protectively.

“So, a fish and a dog, huh?”

He snorted and stared at you out of the corner of his black eyes.

“I guess we can’t really tell anyone,” you whispered, Jungkook whined beside you. “At least, not for a while! We just have to learn more about ourselves, and then we can show the guys! We trust them.”

Jungkook rested his head on your lap, and you ran your fingers through his fur.

“Quite the superhero couple, aren’t we,” you smiled.

Quite the superhero couple, indeed.

“Hey, I just remembered something. When you change back in the morning or whatever, you’re gonna be naked, aren’t you?” you intoned, and Jungkook groaned, moving away from you to hide in the tent.

“Wait, I’m sure I brought my spare pink shorts! You know, the ones with the little love hearts on them?”

A pitiful howl resounded through the campsite at your offer.

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pandatypewriter · 8 years ago

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So dumb, so precious: Daehyun (Le Noir AU)

OMG THIS IS SO LATE! I AM SO SOOOOORRRRYYYYYYY!!! I am so behind in everything like UHG. Behind in school, behind in fees, behind in life, dear God someone help me TT_TT I’m so sorry this took so long. Finals week just came and slapped me across the face, but I am still deeply sorry patient Nonnie! Anyways on a happy not I just wanna give a shout out to a friend of mine lets_love_bap instagram account. If you love BAP and funny/cute things be sure to check her instagram out. Anyways I have to give my soul back to studying so peace! Sorry Nonnie that this wasn’t exactly what you wanted! I hope you forgive me for being a pervert.....

I really love your writings! + you're the only one with requests open sob (which I'm really grateful for btw♡). Anyways, another Daehyun request for you! In which he gets into a fist fight because he defended y/n and tries to hide it from her (she wasn't present) but she still finds out from whom you want. A little angsty + fluff(?) Thank you!♡

WARNING: SLIGHT SEXY CONTENT

“Aiiish!” Daehyun let out a hiss as Youngjae dabbed his cut knuckles with a cotton balls soaked in isopropyl alcohol. “Can’t you do it gently?” Daehyun whined, attempting to reel his hand back from Youngjae’s iron grip.

“You’re lucky I’m doing this for you in the first place,” Youngjae sneered, tossing the cotton ball in the trash and grabbing some gauze. “Who told you to be an idiot and get into a fist fight? Huh?” Youngjae’s eyes went wide in a mocking manner before rolling his eyes.

“It wasn’t my fault those assholes were-”

“Hi boys,” Youngjae and Daehyun nearly jumped from their seat as you leaned on the couch, a small chuckle escaping your lips at their startled reaction. “What do guys got there?”

“I-It’s nothing!” Daehyun awkwardly chuckled, hiding his injured hand behind his back. He didn’t want you to find out that he got into a fight with some guys at a club. It wasn’t like you would be mad….persay. But worried. Definitely worried.You would scold him, just as Youngjae did, and then the hurt and worry would settle in your eyes. That was the last thing he ever wanted to see in his life.

You cocked an eyebrow, suspicious of his reaction, then eyed Youngjae who immediately diverted his eye contact with you. “Right~.” You let a chuckle before going around to the other side of the couch.

“So what brings you here? You usually don’t come over to HQ?” Youngjae raised an eyebrow at your sudden surprise visit. The location of BAP’s HQ was under high secrecy with only the members and you knowing its exact whereabouts. You didn’t often visit, not wanting to draw attention to the secret headquarters masquerading as a rundown car repair shop. The boys usually visited you at Le Noir anyways.

“Nothing special. Just got this and I thought about you guys.” You smirked.

“I’m really hoping you’re referring to something either lacy, leathery, or easily tearable.” Daehyun flashed you a sly cocky grin, leaning in closer and placing a sweet kiss on your cheek.

“Why would I need any of those when I can just wear nothing at all. Saves an awful lot of money.” A coy smirk lacing your lips. Dear God, how Daehyun wished to just pounce on you right now and ravish your body. His lips marking every part of your body, your voice screaming his name, your body trembling under his-

“Can y’all just get a room?” Youngjae sneered, rolling his eyes and getting up from the couch.

“Aww do you feel left out, Youngjae?” You cocked an eyebrow, wanting to tease the boy. “Do you want me to comfort you?”

“NO!” The two of them said in unision, Youngjae’s face a crimson red while Daehyun’s eyebrows were furrowed. You couldn’t help but burst out in laughter at their reaction. It was always so interesting to push their buttons.

“So what brings you here, princess?” Daehyun placed his arm around your shoulder as you pulled out the package you wanted to give them. Both Daehyun’s and Youngjae’s eyes went wide with joy as the pristine white cake box was placed on top of the table. They never felt so happy in their life….well except when they first met you of course.

“One of my girls grandmothers baked this for me, but I’m not a big fan of sweets so-” Before you could even unveil the homemade strawberry cheesecake from the box, Daehyun had already pulled you into a tight embrace.

“You are the best, princess!” He cheered.

“Ah-ah!” You removed yourself from his embrace, snatching the cake away along the way. “What have I said about calling me princess?” Daehyun stared at you with puppy eyes at your refusal to feed him cake. “Here Youngjae.” You flashed your professional smile as you handed Youngjae a slice.

“Hey, I thought you and I were together. Not you and Youngjae.” Daehyun playfully glared, but not daring to reach out for the cheesecake, revealing his injury.

“Who knows. Youngjae is a very attractive.” You teased, watching as Daehyun’s plump lips formed into a pout.

“I knew you had good taste, Fortuna,” Youngjae smirked, but then his cocky grin transformed into childlike glee as he had a bite of the cake. “If you ever get tired of this guy’s shenanigans, give me a call.”

“Will do,” You smiled, Daehyun shooting Youngjae a glare as he scooted closer to you. “But I think I can handle him pretty well.” You placed your head on Daehyun’s shoulder, soothing the boy’s seething jealousy.

“Suit yourself,” Youngjae shrugged, too enraptured in the cheesecake to shoot a sassy remark….at least in that second. “Just make sure he doesn’t get into anymore fist fights at clubs. I’m tired of being his nurse.” Youngjae sighed then suddenly froze, realizing the words that spilled out of his mouth.

Daehyun stared at his best friend wide eyed. He wanted to kill him. Youngjae had literally one job. Not to tell you about his fight. And what did he just do? Tell you about his fight. Daehyun slowly turned his head to see your expression, hoping that you weren’t mad. Or worse disappointed.

You looked at Youngjae, stunned at his words. It wasn’t that you expected Daehyun to be a sweet little angel and not get a little violent. He was a gangster. You owned a bar for gangsters and mobsters. The last thing you expected was for him to be ‘innocent.’ No, what made you disappointed was that the last time Daehyun had a fist fight at a bar was when he was drunk off his ass and going through an emotional crisis. At the time he looked so broken. So lifeless. A hollow shell of the confident, playful, yet loving person he was. You thought he had moved on, but perhaps he hadn’t. If so, then he should have told you, not go vent his pain through alcohol and reckless fights.

“Uh you know what, I’m just gonna go…” Youngjae dashed out of the room before Daehyun decided to murder him.

Daehyun let out a small growl, mumbling curses at Youngjae. He then turned at you and grabbed your hands with pleading eyes. “Y/N….”

You let out a sigh, your eyebrows furrowed. “Why didn’t you tell me?” You set the cheesecake down. “Is that why you got these?” You turned Daehyun’s hands around to reveal the bruised and cut knuckles. You let out another sigh, massaging the bridge of your nose. Honestly you were hurt and upset. But the two of you were adults there was no need to throw a hissy fit, though you so desperately wanted to. “Daehyun, if you were upset about something why didn’t talk to someone? Even if you couldn’t talked to me or something, you could have talked to Youngjae or Himchan.”

“N-No it’s not what you’re thinking!” He quickly gripped your shoulders. He knew exactly what you were talking about. The time where he felt his whole world was crashing before him. When he felt hopeless, lost, and all he could do was self-destruct. He knew the damage he was causing for the team and to you. He thought that the only way he could get out of this conundrum was to remain broken, but you wouldn’t allow it. You forced the pieces back in place no matter how much he tried to push you away.

“Then what Daehyun?” You looked up at him and he could feel his heart shatter. There were no tears in your eyes, no frown on your face. Just a look of confusion, hurt, and disappointment that seem to stab him deeper than any knife wound he received.

“It was just….” He let a groan and scratched his head rapidly. “Some young punks were talking some crap about you and I just kinda lost my temper.” He let out a sigh, feeling like he was some immature kid. You were so mature, so put together that he felt like you needed to be with a man who had his shit together. Not him. Not some emotional driven nut.

“What?” You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

“I was just walking by one of the clubs and hearing some punks saying some pretty….explicit things about you,” Daehyun could feel the anger rise as he clenched his fist, remembering the dirty words that were spewing out of their mouth. “The hell I’d let them talk about you like some cheap who-Aish!” Daehyun’s went wide, his hand gripping his cheek where you pinched him.

“You’re so dumb,” You sighed, shaking your head back and forth. “But so precious,” You cupped Daehyun’s cheeks and pulled him into a kiss. His plump lips against yours moving with yours in perfect sync, his gentle hands roaming your body. You separated from the boy for a moment, causing a small whine to escape his lips. “Next time you think about getting into a fight because of me. Don’t.”

“And let them say those things about you? Now then what kind of gentleman would I be?” A smirk pasted itself on his lips as you scoffed.

“Let them talk,” You shot his sly smirk in return, gently pushing him down on the couch so you could straddle his waist. Daehyunnie was liking where this was going. Him and Daehyun junior. “After all,” You gently grabbed his injured hand, softly grazing your lips against his knuckles and flicking your tongue against the cuts. Daehyun could feel his heart racing, his pants tightening. If you kept teasing him like this he was going to make sure you wouldn’t be able to walk for at least 4 months. “You’re the only one that is going to experience it,” You took his hands and led them down your curves till they reached your bum. “So, tell me exactly what they were saying?”

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emthinks · 8 years ago

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A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J. Maas

Honestly speaking, I feel like I expected too much from this book. I don’t say this to be mean. Far from it: I think it was 100% my fault. I’d just finished Empire of Storms and was desperate to get more of Sarah (especially after having binged all of the currently published ToG in like three weeks) and I’d put all my hopes and dreams onACoTaR. And while this book delivered for the most part, it’s still Book One and I’m not used to a new heroine.

Rating: 9/10

Warning: Throne of Glass spoilers up to (and including) Queen of Shadows

My notes (as condensed from my iPad)

Feyre’s family is shit. They just let her go out to hunt by herself all day and provide for them and chop wood and do all the dirty work and don’t even care about her dirty clothes or worn shoes. You gotta leave girl. They ain’t worth your time

Ooh. Warnings about faeries from mercenary. Not good

Damn Feyre. You skinned this guy’s friend. No wonder he’s pissed

Okay. Live in faerie world. Prythian. You can do that. At least you’ll survive

The Spring Court. Nice. Empty, but nice. Ish.

Hey! Lucien reminds me of Mad Eyed Moody. One eye that swivels around and all.

Okay, Feyre, you need to get one thing into your thick skull: stop trying to plead your case to Tamlin. I hate how she’s so one-track minded and so focused on getting back to her shittyass family. Yes, you made a vow to your mom, but how hard are you going to try to keep it? They’re fine. Stop asking Lucien. Stop.

Oh, are you still not listening? The puca was going to fucking devour you because you wanted to see your father. Jfc. I can’t deal with this right now, Feyre.

And then she goes and catches a Suriel to demand answers. Yay, you’re strong, but seriously, Lucien? You’re just going to let her do this?

And this is why. The gods damned naga are here.

And Tamlin had to save you. Feyre, you’re so useless

Ooh, finally, a lighthearted bit: Tamlin writing limericks to Feyre’s words. Hysterical

And then, in the middle of the night, a faerie comes stumbling in. Torn of his wings. Damn

To counteract that, the next chapter, we go on a picnic with Tamlin and Lucien. And this scene spawns my favorite quote: “He also said you like being brushed, and if I’m a clever girl I might train you with treats.”

And we also go swimming in starlight. Which is always a nice plus

And then it’s Calanmai. Fire Night. Feyre, why don’t you listen for once? There’s a reason Lucien and Tamlin insisted you lock yourself up. Yes, Mr. McHotty saved you (which I totally think is going to come into play later) but seriously. Tamlin was a fucking savage animal

The next party is the Summer Solstice. Which Feyre is apparently allowed to attend

And this just snowballs into a Tamlin/Feyre romance, mushy gooey-eyed shit

Oh wait. No more fluff. Apparently, Mr. McHotty is named Rhysand. And he’s the High Lord of the Night Court. Oh shit

And Tamlin sends her away. What. Feyre, why are you agreeing to this? Feyre, stand up for yourself. Feyre!

Feyre goes back to the mortal world. Where her family is now living in a manor and Elain and her father are happy as happy can be. But Nesta. Nesta remembers. Nesta was the worst, yet Nesta remembers. Nesta is automatically my favorite now

Thankfully, Feyre doesn’t stay long. Clare Beddor. Her family was murdered. Feyre goes back.

And learns the truth: that the blight is not so much a blight as a faerie. The general Amarantha to the King of Hybern. She’s been ruling Prythian for over forty-nine years and has subjected all the High Lords. She wants Tamlin, though, and made a bargain. For all these years, Tamlin has sent his sentries and friends out to get slaughtered by a human girl so she can then fall in love with him. Wow. Sadistic.

So Feyre goes to find this Amarantha. Because it’s all her damn fault that she didn’t say I love you.

Under the Mountain is shit. She’s given three tasks and a riddle. The tasks nearly kill her each time. (Is it just me, or is this very Harry Potter-esque?)

Lucien can’t heal her after the giant worm debacle, so she makes a bargain with Rhysand for her beloved. Thank God, because she can’t read and would’ve been severely fucked for the second task if not for Rhysand’s bond.

The third task broke me. She has to kill three faeries. She gets through one and two – barely – by holding onto the thread of hope that this was for the greater good. And to free Tamlin. And then number three is Tamlin. Because the Tamlin beside Amarantha is the Attor in disguise. Fuck.

Fortunately, Feyre figures out the riddle: Love.

Unfortunately, Feyre is fucked anyways because while Tamlin and the Spring Court are released of their bonds, in the ensuing fight, Feyre – get this – dies

She is then resurrected as Fae by the Seven High Lords. Which. Okay good, because otherwise the story can’t continue

And then they all go home. Happy ever after?

I don’t think so.

“But I gave myself again to that fire, threw myself into it, into him, and let myself burn.” – Feyre

The Characters:

Feyre. Feyre, I must admire. Feyre, unlike most of Sarah’s characters, is not a warrior, but she can hold her own and she will go down swinging. I think Feyre’s strongest skill set is her determination and strength, how she doesn’t back down from a challenge. Unfortunately, this admiration of mine does not stop me from continuously comparing her with Aelin. Which is bad. Because even if they are both the main characters to Sarah’s books, their situations are vastly different. First off, Feyre is a mere peasant and mortal, while Aelin is half-Fae and the rightful Queen of Terrasen. Like, their situations are so far off, and yet, sometimes, I think I forgot that. I forget that Feyre, despite knowing how to hunt, was not trained in the deadly arts of assassination and politics. I forget that Feyre does not know how to charm and scheme her way out of things. And this temporary lapse of confusion, I must admit, is especially common when Feyre was struggling or near death. I was always expecting her to suddenly come up with a plan (especially with the first task and the worm, which actually only served to reinforce that expectation) that during her second task I was wondering how she was going to do this. That’s another thing: Feyre is (basically) illiterate. And Aelin is, obviously, not. And while I love Feyre’s paintings, I kept on waiting for her to learn to read. I nearly wanted to hit her upside the head when she refused Tamlin’s offer to teach her.

Speaking of Tamlin, what do we think of him? All the members of the Spring Court wore masks for the most of the book, so we couldn’t get a good gauge on his appearances. Still, he was pretty enough and he seemed seriously nice. Like, awkwardly nice. It was adorable how Tamlin is like “you look…better than before” and Feyre is wondering if that was a compliment. Lol.

If you could read all my notes/commentary throughout the book about Rhysand, it would literally just be (in chronological order): “ooooh hottie”, “oh wait what he’s a High Lord? Damn. Like Tamlin”, “oh hell no he ain’t like Tamilin at all what a bastard”, “wait he’s fucking Aedion, whore and all. Maybe he’s actually good?”; “wait he actually is! He’s just hiding it really well. Like Aedion”; “and he has a tragic backstory too”; “he’s doing all of this for his people”; “and he actually helped Feyre”; “Rhysand is our friend!”

Alis is another character who reminds me of someone in ToG: Celaena’s servant. Philippa, I think was her name. One of my favorite quotes is for her: “Dead chickens, my sagging ass. All you needed to do was offer it a nice robe.”

Lucien was an asshole. Until he wasn’t. I don’t remember the particular moment he became my favorite character, but it definitely happened at some point. Perhaps around the same time Feyre and Tamlin kept on making gooey eyes at each other and Lucien just couldn’t stand it anymore. Granted, neither could I so I totally feel you bro. He’s like muttering to the Cauldron to spare him and saying he’s trying to eat and just being a great annoying best friend who’s cockblocking you.

Is it just me or does Amarantha remind you a hell lot of the King of Adarlan? Now here is s parallel I can draw to ToG with no regrets. Okay, a lot, but at least she’s dead in book one instead of book four. It could’ve been a lot worse. But seriously. The whole attempting to take over the continent but in reality is just doing it because of some twisted reasoning that actually kinda makes sense is so last year. Also, picking a “champion” to complete tasks is just not cool anymore.

Lucien’s fam is shit. Especially his brothers. Omg. I hate them with a passion, even before I actually met them. Lucien’s life was shit. I’m so sorry bro. And then I met them. And my opinion didn’t waver in the least. His father didn’t even really bother to make an appearance. His mother though. His mother at least tried.

“Don’t feel bad for one moment about doing what brings you joy.” – Tamlin

Questions:

So Feyre is now a Fae. A High Fae? Does that mean she has powers? Like fire like Aelin?

Because that would be super cool. Like, really badass. And while I love Feyre (and trust me: I do) I can’t really stand her being basically powerless, especially when she’s surrounded by such über-powerful people. Feyre, imo, doesn’t need others to save her ass. She shouldn’t need others. But she does because the power discrepancy is too great. So now that she isn’t a mortal, I hope to gods she can actually defend and fight for herself now.

So, um, are we ever gonna acknowledge the actual looming problem in the not-so-far distance?

The High King of the other gods damned continent wants to invade Prythian and kill all the mortals. I feel like we should get on that. Chop chop?

What was that shit that Rhysand realized just before he flew off?

Like, Sarah described it as his eyes had widened and he had looked so stunned and flew away as soon as Feyre tried to question him. Like, what? Wait. WAIT A SECOND. HOLD UP A GODDAMN SECOND. Are they…is it possible…could it really be…..they’re MATES???!!! Cuz we’ve learned from ToG that the first (few) love interests are not necessarily endgame. And. And. Oh poor Tamlin! Oh I hope this isn’t what happened but now I can’t get the idea out of my head. JFC. Tamlin better still be friends. Like Dorian and Chaol. Amicable exes and all.

“I felt as unburdened as a price of dandelion fluff, and he was that wind that stirred me about the world.” – Feyre

Hopes/Predictions for the future

Um, I don’t have much, really. We weren’t given much to work with

The King of Hybern is invading. I think? We should probably fix that.

I actually do want to see Feyre visit the Night Court to fulfill her bargain. Because we haven’t been outside the Spring Court and Tamlin is hella nice and peaceful. We need something to stop making us think all Fae (besides bitch queen Amarantha) are semi-decent

Rhysand being (more) nicer. Continuously. Rhysand being a friend! Feyre should start accumulating friends. Friends are good. Aelin has many. Then again, Aelin needs a court. Maybe Feyre will need one, too?

“Be glad of your human heart, Feyre. Pity those who don’t feel anything at all.” – Rhysand

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