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Let the Dead Weep | Jimin

→ summary: jimin falls in love the only way he knows how: catastrophically. your heart ends up as collateral damage.

→ genre: royal guard!jimin, princess!reader, angst → warnings: jimin is cold-hearted but only because he’s afraid, jungkook tries his Best to pick up the pieces, heart ache city babey! → words: 5.6K → a/n: this was commissioned by the wonderful @kookiebunnii!! thanks again for giving me the freedom to write my own wips (this is admittedly Very old... so old that i almost forgot this existed in my drafts lol) i hope you like it bc this one is prime zee angst propaganda... sorry jimin but i had to do it to ya (again)

The sound of clicking heels is an unusual occurrence at the royal training grounds. Accustomed to the cacophony of grunting men and clashing swords, Prince Jungkook does not immediately notice that something (or rather, someone) is out of place.

“Your defenses are down.” Jungkook thrusts his sword forward, disarming his sparring partner in one smooth motion. Surprised, his partner yelps as his sword clatters to the ground, his now empty hands raised awkwardly in befuddlement. But his shock does not last long, as his previously occupied gaze returns to where it was, his jaw agape as he continues to stare somewhere just outside the courtyard.

When Jungkook turns his head to the source, he finally understands why he had so easily defeated his distracted opponent.

Your bright white summer dress stands out starkly against the dreary autumn scenery, your skirt bunched up to your knees to avoid tripping over yourself. It seems as though the world has gone still from shock, every man in the vicinity holding their breaths at their first glimpse of the princess from up close. Even from where he stands, Jungkook can see the sweat flowing freely from your temples as you rush towards them, your chest heaving as you dash past dozens of starstruck onlookers towards your destination.

You don’t even spare Jungkook a glance when you pass by him, your eyes trained somewhere behind him as though nothing (or rather, no one) else in the courtyard matters. “Jimin!” you call out, nearly collapsing onto the man you had been looking for as you fail to stop your momentum in time. Luckily, the head of the royal guard catches you effortlessly, his hand previously resting on the hilt of his sword jumping up to find its place on your waist to steady you.

Jungkook watches as Jimin’s gaze sweeps through the sea of heads before landing on him. The guard’s posture stiffens, jaw clenching as the two men size each other up. Eventually, Jimin drops his hand from your waist as if he’d been burned, taking an inconspicuous step back to regain some sort of respectable distance.

Jimin clears his throat, his expression as stern as ever. It only takes a single glare from him for the excited whispers to die in a second. “Well? Did I tell you to stop? Take your positions,” he growls. In an instant, the men around Jungkook rise back to action, the sound of metal hitting metal echoing loudly once more.

“Your Highness? Shall we continue?” The boy he had been sparring with speaks out hesitantly, breaking Jungkook’s trance. Jungkook blinks slowly in confusion, before remembering where he was and what he was doing. He takes one last glance at Jimin’s and your retreating forms, only managing to glimpse the trail of your skirt as Jimin quickly drags you away from prying eyes.

“Your Highness?” the boy repeats, more nervously this time. Jungkook fixes a smile on his face before turning to face him, gently patting the young boy on the shoulder with the ease and charisma only a prince could manage.

“Yes, let’s continue. On your guard,” Jungkook warns, poising his sword forward before taking the first strike.

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Jimin drags you away to the nearby armory, causing a domino of shields to topple down in his haste to open the door. He shuts it closed, not bothering to find a light as he pulls you deeper into the large shed. Only the small window by the roof sheds any light for them to see, but it’s enough for you to see the barely concealed annoyance set in Jimin’s eyes.

“What the hell were you thinking? That was highly inappropriate for a princess,” he growls, lips downturned in a frown. He might be well-known amongst his men as a stern and unforgiving captain, but he has never been gruff with you. In any other scenario, you might have been shocked at his sudden change of face, but the news that you just heard from your father is still ringing loudly in your ears, distracting you from anything else.

“What am I thinking? I should be asking you that! How is it that despite being the princess of this damn kingdom, I am still the last to know anything around here?” you shriek, ignoring Jimin’s silent pleas for you to quiet down. No, you are done being quiet; if you had to choose a moment to you would throw away all etiquette classes out the window, it would be now.

Jimin heaves a sigh, rubbing his temples. “Your Highness—”

“Don’t call me that,” you hiss, interrupting him. You hold up a finger when he makes a move to argue. “No, you answer my questions, first and foremost. Why did I only find out from my father just now that you volunteered to get stationed at the border?” You can feel your face heating up from the frustration and betrayal you feel; blood rushes up to your head and leaves you feeling dizzy, but you refuse to stop until he budges.

You’re breathing heavily, speaking so quickly that you doubt you’re making any sense right now. “The king requested for volunteers to fill the station guard units over a month ago. We’ve met and seen each other multiple times since then, and yet here we are,” you spit out, jabbing a nail into his chest. He barely budges, only keeping his head lowered. “Huh? Why on earth would you keep this from me? Answer me, Park Jimin!”

Jimin grimaces, his face contorting as if he’s in pain. He does not make a move to reply, only continues to avoid your fierce gaze. But even from where you stand under this dim light, you can tell from his expression that he isn’t guilty—just forlorn. Heartbroken, even.

You swallow thickly, blinking rapidly to keep your angry tears at bay, but your voice still cracks when you ask, “Why won’t you say anything?”

Finally, he looks at you. “What else is there to say?” He sounds as defeated as you feel.

And yet, you’re flabbergasted. You’re angry, tired, and hysterical—but above all else, you’re hurt. It feels as though a massive rock has dropped in your stomach, crashing waves against your chest like fire licking at your bones. The heavy feeling that has been weighing on you finally has a name, as you have been fighting to ignore what it was for ages now. Deep down, you know that this is inevitable, but somewhere inside you still resides the six-year-old child entrenched in her happy fairy tales, the same girl who believes that good things will always happen to good people.

You hoped that you would have at least deserved a warning. Preparation before this mirage disappeared forever. But Jimin had always been the type to rip the bandage and muscle through the pain, so you shouldn’t have been surprised at all. You just hoped that the two of you would still have more time.

A naive thing to desire, as Park Jimin was never yours to call your own.

You’re struggling to find the words to speak, anything to convince him to stay, even if you know it is not your place. He can see you grappling for straws, and perhaps it is out of pity or self-preservation, but he does not mention it. He does not say anything about you at all.

Eventually, he speaks. “I am… I have to...” He hesitates for a moment, taking one short glance at you before staring at the door. His hand grips the hilt of his sword tightly, though you know it is not because he itches to wield it, but for his ease of mind. You have learned, after years of growing up with him, that his only comfort comes from his own strength, his own ability to control his fate.

“Unfortunately, I must leave for now, Your Highness. Let us speak about this later before my subordinates begin to wonder.” There is a heaviness in his tone when he says that, like it is disgraceful for you to be seen with him. It reignites the fire in your veins once more, and you reflexively reach out to grab his retreating shoulder before the shed is suddenly bathed in light.

“Princess Y/N? Are you alright?” Prince Jungkook stands by the entrance of the armory, sweaty hair matted to his skin from his morning practice routine. For a moment, you almost hate the way he had sounded so… well-meaning, even though he had done nothing wrong to spite you. In fact, Jeon Jungkook has always been the perfect filial son, someone any royal family would be proud of.

And unfortunately for you, that was quite possibly the only reason you were betrothed to him in the first place.

You see him eye the pair of you curiously, his gaze gradually coming to a stop where your hand still rests against Jimin’s shoulder. You retract it immediately as if burned. You clear your throat, curtsying respectfully to him. “I am fine, Prince Jungkook. I am sorry for the scene I caused. I hope I did not interrupt your daily practice,” you say carefully, folding your hands in front of you.

Jungkook nods silently, his expression giving nothing away. Feeling awkward under his scrutiny, you curtsy to him once more. You shuffle away from Jimin without sparing him another glance, but you feel his gaze trained on your back like a brand. You wait for Jungkook to allow you to pass him before scuttling away, the ends of your dress dragging across the dirt path as you rush back towards the castle.

Stupid of you.

Jimin had been right, like always. News spreads fast within these ancient walls, and the chatterings about your emotional display are sure to reach your father’s ears one way or another. You doubt he’d be surprised by it; it’s no secret that your affections have always lied heavily on the royal guardsman. As long as you kept your secret rendezvous a secret, the King is more than happy to turn a blind eye. A reward, perhaps, for keeping your side of the deal.

Except that side of the deal hadn’t meant to arrive until your older brother had been wed, right after his search for his queen consort had been completed. But Jungkook’s family had been adamant to move things along, most likely due to their desperation to form an alliance with your prominent kingdom. As the seventh son, Jungkook hardly had any use for them in their household other than being goods for barter, and in any other case, you might have felt bad for him.

The guilt feels like a dagger pressing itself against your throat, and yet, you do not have the courage to fight against it. You sigh, defeated, as you stay reclused in your bedroom, waiting for Jimin to join you.

You don’t join your family for lunch that afternoon: a bigger mistake on your part, as it probably incriminates you further. Even worse still, Jungkook and his escorts are guests at the palace, and your absence doesn’t look good for your reputation. However, you couldn’t bring yourself to care that day, only offering weak excuses about a headache to appease them.

To your surprise, Jungkook had vouched for you, according to your handmaiden. When you asked what he said, they said he had mentioned something about your pensiveness from this morning. You scoff, wondering if he must be covering your mistake for the sake of your future together.

The sun makes its way across the horizon and still no signs of Jimin visiting your quarters. You pace your room for so long that you fear leaving the carpet threadbare, your restlessness causing spikes of fear to trickle down your spine. Your entire body tingles with the need to do something, anything. Just to feel as though you still have some control, some sense of sanity.

By your dresser, your untouched violin sits, waiting forlornly for your hands to caress it once more. It is a gift from your mother for your birthday, though you have scarcely used it since then. You have always been talented with the violin, but the need to play it had died down once your days had been occupied with a different type of music—the sort of melodies that you could not pull from strings or brass.

You pluck the violin from its stand, the polished wood still smelling of varnish when you place it by your neck. You begin to play a piece from memory—a song that your tutor had once drilled into your head until your hands could move on their own. Even still, you love the piece with all your heart; the melancholy and longing of the notes resonate deeply within you.

You know that what you are doing is cruel, both to yourself and to him. With your window wide open, you are sure that the wind can carry your music to the royal offices, where Jimin is sure to hear it. Anyone would be able to tell that it is you playing, stringing note after note with hopeless abandon. Just to get a reaction, from anyone. Anything!

So deeply are you immersed in your playing that it takes a moment for you to notice the knocking. Your bow stills mid-way, your breath hitching when the knocking continues. “Just a moment,” you call out, hastily placing your violin back on your dresser before ripping open the door to find—

Prince Jungkook still has his hand poised to knock, not having anticipated you to open your door so quickly. “Oh, pardon me. I am so sorry to intrude on your playing. Have I come at a bad time?”

Your shoulders slacken, and your disappointment could not be more apparent. “Oh.”

Prince Jungkook smiles wryly, not appearing to be offended by your less than enthusiastic greeting. “I know that it is improper of me to ask, but could you invite me into your quarters for a moment? I would like to speak to you, if you would allow it.”

“Why would it be improper? We’re promised to each other anyway,” you reply bitterly, the words coming out before you can think twice.

Jungkook cringes, bowing his head sadly. “I suppose that is a bad thing, isn’t it?”

It is impossible not to feel bad after that, your face flushing deeply with shame. “Not exactly…” You offer an awkward smile to compensate, but you doubt that it reaches your eyes. You step aside, allowing him to enter. “Please, make yourself comfortable.”

His long legs allow him to take only two strides to reach the center of your room, his large frame engulfing the space. It almost feels suffocating, being here with him. Your mind unhelpfully compares him to the other only man who has ever entered your room, a man who had a much more lithe figure to the one with you right now.

You notice how he scans your room with sharp eyes, how he locks onto your violin immediately. He moves towards it and makes a motion as if to hold it, and after you give him your permission, he picks it up with reverence, turning it over with meticulous grace. “I was not aware that you were so gifted with musical talent,” he murmurs, plucking the strings experimentally.

You shrug, leaning against your door. “It was never brought up during our dinner conversations.” Not that much was said between the two of you during your meals together, as your father seems more interested in learning about Jungkook’s competency in politics than what his hobbies are.

He nods, absent-minded. He returns the violin to its proper place, his touch featherlike and graceful. He might be a violinist himself, you think. “That piece you were just playing… What was it called?”

A common question. “It’s a traditional song based on one of the kingdom’s myths,” you reply easily.

He nods again. “Why were you playing it?”

A less common question, one that you find more difficult to answer. “It… happened to be the first one I thought of, I suppose.” A half-truth, at the very least.

He hums thoughtfully, turning to you with doleful eyes. “Then I suppose that you must be grieving, are you not? if that is the sort of song that first comes to mind.”

You’re immediately defensive, curling into yourself as you watch him suspiciously. “My father… He told you, didn’t he?”

Even though you do not expound on what you mean, the prince is quick to shake his head in denial. “Nothing my eyes have not already seen.”

You feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end, hackles rising as you size him up. “What do you want from me then? A confession? For me to go on my knees and ask for forgiveness?” you spit.

He stares at you, astonished. “Who am I to dole out absolution when I am but only a man?”

“So does that mean you have committed the same mistakes that I have? I find that hard to believe,” you scoff, lowering your guard in your annoyance. He’s only been in your room for a few minutes and already you tire of his company; you wonder how you’ll manage to keep your sanity while spending your life with him.

But in truth, even if he hadn’t irritated you, even if he was the nicest man in the world, he would never compare to the man you have already laid your heart with.

He shakes his head once more, almost as if he’s embarrassed. “Not quite, but I do understand what you’re going through. Somewhat.”

Somewhat, he says. The more you observe him, the more you realize how young he is. Not just in the way he appears, but also in the way he talks and moves, almost like the stars trapped in his eyes have yet to escape. You can imagine him falling for one of the servant girls back in his own palace, secretly swapping lovelorn gazes across polished halls. Unlike you, he must not have acted on his greed, knowing the extent of his responsibility to his house and kingdom.

Unlike you, he does not bear a cruel bone in his body, as he would never subject that poor girl to the sort of heartbreak that only a clandestine relationship could offer.

“I want to make myself clear to you, my princess. I did not come here to accuse you of anything. I came here because I wanted to make myself clear with you,” he says. You raise a brow, urging him to continue.

“I am not asking you to fall in love with me,” he says plainly. It surprises you greatly, to hear him speak so candidly. Ever the perfect politician, he’d only ever spoken with care and precision, always anticipating the other party’s reaction. You have spoken with enough visiting royals to know that he is well-versed in that sort of language, so to hear him speak so brazenly is almost refreshing.

“I wouldn’t have offered, regardless,” you respond, smirking sardonically. He laughs at that, and you can hear the honesty in his laughter, too.

“Fair. But for the sake of the people who put their faith in us, I would suggest,” he pauses, licking his lips as he mulls over his next words, “that we might be sincere with one another. Just so our union may not perish… prematurely.”

You don’t respond, scanning him for any ill intent. As a princess from an illustrious kingdom, you have needed to stave off numerous lords and princes from taking your hand for their own wicked gain. However, none of your previous suitors were like Prince Jungkook, who genuinely seemed to care greatly for his people, as seen by how kindly he has treated his entourage of helpers.

He waits for you to say something, but eventually, he continues, “Princess Y/N, it would be the greatest honor if you would allow me to know you better. I seek nothing more than your companionship.” He blushes slightly, coughing into his fists. “W-well, not that you owe me that, as we could very well live separately for the rest of our lives, but... Umm… That came out a little more awkward than I intended, but I hope you get the gist.”

You realize, then, that he desires to live peacefully with you—guilelessly and unselfishly. Perhaps he is doing this for his parents (highly likely), or perhaps he has no other choice (extremely likely). But the fact remains that in front of you stands a good man with a simple wish: to become friends with you, if not at least become amicable with one another.

“Then I suppose you want to know more about me? About my story?” you ask sarcastically. “Want to know why the eldest daughter of the king is off frolicking with the captain of his guard?”

Jungkook snorts, an easy smile on his lips. “Well, you could tell me that, but I was thinking more along the lines of ‘when did you learn to play the violin?’ and other neutral information. You know, like how normal people converse.”

It takes you a moment to realize that he had been making fun of you. “Hey, watch it, princeling. You’re not in the clear just yet,” you huff, but there is no bite to your bark. You can tell that he knows this, from the way his tense figure has relaxed tremendously in this short amount of time. You notice your own tension fading away too, if only infinitesimally.

“I can start if you want,” he hums, tapping a finger on his chin as he thinks. “Well, I have always wanted to tell you this, but you might think I might be buttering your ass if I did, pardon the language—”

You laugh loudly, baffled by his seemingly out-of-nowhere casual demeanor. In your bedroom, with his shoulders slackened and hair still disheveled from his morning practice, he looks nothing like the perfect prince you had boxed him in as. “Pardoned,” you say, rolling your eyes.

“—but I’ve always found your tenacity to be admirable. Your dedication to your people, evidenced by your tireless work to make their lives better, has always struck me as inspirational. Pardon the cliché, but you really aren’t like other girls,” he says.

You wave off his compliments. “By the sounds of it, you must have this line practiced to perfection. Don’t tell me this is what you say to the other princesses when you confess to them.”

He flushes darkly, stuttering at your brash comment. The sight makes you snort, only worsening his embarrassment. “I have, um, never confessed to anyone before…”

“I find that hard to believe. Sure, you might not be like me—” you say drily. You haven’t sentenced your own life to heartache and misfortune, is what you mean to say. The pang in your chest comes back with a vengeance, but you carry on. “—but I would imagine that you’ve had to sweet talk many princesses before me. I was not your parents’ first choice, was I?”

“Indeed,” he admits awkwardly. “But I am not completely powerless. My father had allowed me some freedom when choosing a bride, and I…” he trails off, swallowing nervously. He gestures to you vaguely, unwilling to keep eye contact as he does.

You gape at him, pointing to yourself. “You… You chose me? Why?”

“It’s exactly as I said,” he shrugs. “I read about the things you’ve done, and I was drawn to you. It seems that my freedom has indirectly caused your misery, however…” he says ashamedly.

Guilt coils up you for the umpteenth time that day, except now it is directed at the boy in front of you. Foolish of you to think that your actions only affected you and your lover. Foolish of you to believe that your actions don’t have consequences bigger than you might have imagined.

“It… is not your fault,” you grit out, though it pains you to say. Not because it is a lie, but rather, it is a painful truth: a pill you have finally been forced to swallow. “My recklessness has caused more wreckage than I would have imagined.”

“I must admit that I have always been in love with the concept of love,” he says. He scratches the back of his neck, shyly turning away from you. “I believe that while love comes in all different shapes and sizes, it is certainly never supposed to be cruel. It is never selfish or… painful.”

Your eyes narrow, fully understanding his implications. “Then you must be as naive as you appear,” you snarl. You step away from the doorway, making your way towards the prince until your chests were merely a breath apart. However, he doesn’t back away like you thought he would. He stands his ground, looking at you through his long lashes.

“You wouldn’t understand. Have you ever loved someone so deeply that even the thought of being apart wounds you? Have you ever stayed awake at night, listening carefully to the sound of your own beating heart, aching for someone you cannot have? It is an ache, Jungkook, that cannot be salved with pretty words and sentiments. It is not a choice,” you finish, vision growing blurry with unshed tears. But you refuse to let them fall, not for a boy who didn’t know better.

His gaze is level with your own, his breathing steady. His eyes look dark to you, no longer sparkling like they once did. But before you can blink, the darkness is gone, replaced with his carefully crafted neutrality. The princely politician makes his return, except he’s a little sadder. Disappointed, even. “No, I have not experienced any of that. I cannot say for certain what is true, but I have always thought that love should be gentle and kind. Something to be enjoyed, and not a cause of strife.”

He steps away from you, his footsteps light as he makes his way to the door. When he twists the doorknob, he stills for a moment. “It was nice speaking to you, Y/N. Don’t… keep hurting yourself, okay? A lot of people care for you, even if they don’t say it. Even if it doesn’t seem that way.”

You bark out a laugh, but it sounds watered down to your ears. “Don’t tell me you’ve fallen in love with me already.”

He smiles at you, shaking his head. “I wouldn’t dream of it,” he murmurs before bidding you farewell.

You’re left alone again, and your room feels significantly more hollow. Your entire body is vibrating, filled with an unidentifiable feeling swirling in your chest like a hurricane. Was it anger? Frustration? Hopelessness? Guilt? Perhaps an ungodly concoction of all four?

You feel nauseous, almost falling over from the strength of it. Everything about today has caused you to lose your hold on your sanity, the urge to scream in anguish becoming more unbearable by the second.

Love should be gentle and kind, he said. Despite how sweet his intentions, his words still feel like poison. How dare he say that to you, when he knows that you wish it was true?

You grab your violin by the neck, your violent grip causing the wood to creak. Your hands shake, tears freely falling into the sea of your self-pity.

You drag your bow harshly against the strings, striking a sound louder than your own frustrated cry. A few of the hairs snap, but you continue, playing like a madwoman possessed. The music is frantic, agonizing—goosebumps trail your skin unprompted. Your pain overflows until even the dead can hear you weep.

Your violin almost drowns out the sound of another knock at your door. “Go away,” you growl, playing more fiercely. The violin groans, as if in pain. “If you’ve come back to lecture me about love again—”

“Your Highness,” a softer voice responds. It’s not Jungkook like you had thought. “It’s Jimin.”

Even if he had not announced himself, you would have known just by his footsteps. You freeze, your heart beating wildly out of your chest. You swipe a hand across your cheek in a futile attempt to hide away the evidence. Even without a mirror, you know that your eyes are puffy and bloodshot.

He enters without your prompting: comfortable enough to invade your space as if he had not torn your heart to pieces just hours ago. His gaze immediately goes to your face, a staggered breath leaving his lungs when he sees your hollow expression. But that moment of weakness disappears in an instant, the same stoic captain from this morning reappearing right in front of you.

“Had you been expecting someone else?” he asks in place of a greeting. There is an edge to his tone, you notice. If you didn’t know better, you might have missed it. Jealousy. How dare he.

You squint at him, but you say nothing. The air is icy with tension, enough to freeze hell twice over.

He clears his throat. “I’ve come to apologize, your Highness. It was out of line for a royal guard such as myself to drag you so brusquely like that. It will not happen again,” he murmurs.

You can hear the hidden meaning buried in his words. It won’t happen again, because I won’t be here to do it.

“Is that all you have to say?” you whisper. You place your violin down carefully, but your vision is already turning blurry once more. You won’t cry in front of him. You refuse to be the only one hurt from this.

He sighs, as if worn by your childish antics. “Y/N, you don’t understand—”

When he calls you by your name, the fraying string inside of you snaps. “Save it,” you seethe. “You’re a coward, that’s what you are. There isn’t anything to understand.”

“No, you should understand,” Jimin steps forward, grabbing you by the shoulders. He shakes you, desperation hanging off every inch of his frame. “As a princess, you should know what it means to serve the people. You should know more than anyone about the oaths I made to this kingdom. You should be proud of me!”

His increasing volume only encourages you to match him, your throat nearly getting torn in two from how loudly you shout. “Cut the patriotic act! Do you think I’ve forgotten all the whispers you’ve planted in my head? About how you wished more than anything to work with your brothers as performers, how you wished you hadn’t been the breadwinner of your family just so you wouldn’t have to sell your strength to my father?”

“I was naive. I should have known it was my responsibility,” he counters.

“Then what about all the promises you made to me during our nights together? You swore to love me forever under starry nights and disheveled sheets. You said you’d run away with me, just so I wouldn’t have to marry anyone else!”

Jimin grits his teeth. “Meer words of comfort. The babblings of a child.”

You shove him away, your skin burning from where he touched you. “Then actions must speak louder than words, correct? You cannot hide from me when your lovemaking spoke volumes. ”

For once, it seems Park Jimin is at a loss for words. He clenches his fists by his side, looking utterly defeated. “Y/N… You know that it’s the right thing to do.”

“I don’t,” you mumble, lips trembling. “I really don’t.”

“Even so,” Jimin says. He lifts a finger, wiping away a stray tear from your cheek. “It is better that I make the choice than you.”

Better that he breaks your heart than you. “We… we could’ve found another way,” you croak, helpless.

Jimin only smiles sadly. “The prince… He is a good man. I have been watching him these past few weeks and I know that he will—” his voice catches, and he has to pause for a moment to regain his composure. “He will make a good match for you. It would be wrong for us to…”

It pains you to admit it, but he’s right. Jungkook doesn’t deserve your infidelity. And yet, even if Jimin were to leave, would you ever be wholly Jungkook’s anyway? What would be the difference, if your heart will continue to yearn for another man regardless?

“Tell me this, then. For once, spare me from your half-truths. Drive the final nail into my coffin so that I know that you are truly certain.” You force him to look you directly in the eye, his pupils shaking as he takes you in for what might be his last time. It is almost as if time had stopped, and only the two of you existed in this space. This bedroom that you called your haven, the place where you had fallen in love—the place that will witness your first heartache.

“If our lives could have been different, would you have loved me then?”

Jimin has never looked so weary, so different from the boisterous boy you had met all those years ago. “I’m sure… that I would’ve done what was best. For the greater good.”

“And does that greater good include us? How do we fit in that equation?”

But he only steps away, his hand still outstretched as if to hold you. Then, he slowly tucks it behind him, his posture straightening the way a guard should. “I think you already know the answer to that,” he says, the note of finality ringing loud and clear.

He pries open the door, hesitating only for one more moment before chancing one last glance at you. “Tomorrow… I leave with my men. I would appreciate it if you don’t come.”

The door closes, and your question remains unanswered.

Just like him, the empty silence of your room refuses to respond, no matter how many times you ask.

Because in the sanctity of your bedroom, no promises ever did hold. The Park Jimin you loved was never real in the first place, and no matter how much you slam your fists and stomp your feet, he’s never going to love you the way you want him to.

And there you stand, all by your lonesome, without the prying gazes of those who expect better of you. Gruesomely, and painfully you.

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“You’re working in a grocery store now?” Taehyung asks with raised brows, surprise taking hold. He never imagined his friend being a produce boy, yet it seems fitting somehow. “Isn’t working in the bakery section more suitable?” Jimin shrugs. “I didn’t get to pick, but the job is pretty relaxed, so I’m not that worried. My manager is really nice and I’ll probably quit when I find a real position after graduating.” “Nice, dude.” They fist pump. “Now you can buy me my deli meats all the time.” “You’ll have to reimburse me, Tae.” The boy with his full cheeks has his eyes crinkled. The two boys have known each other since their elementary days — where Taehyung kept stealing Jimin’s books and pencils until one day the timid latter had enough and tackled the former on the playground. They stuck together after that, finding that their personalities balanced. It would only be later until they met Yoongi in math class, Hoseok in Jimin’s extracurricular, and Jungkook during an outside volunteering event in High School. It was how the four of them came to be, how they naturally formed a friendship over the course of time and still remain close after so many years. So Taehyung has no hesitation when his phone starts blowing up with notifications and immediately verbalizes his woes— “Oh shit.” “What?” Jimin abandons the game he’s playing. He’s never been good at them like the rest were. “Yuna found me on instagram,” Taehyung grimaces. “She just added me and liked all my pics since three years ago.” Jimin bursts out laughing much to his best friend’s dismay. “She’s the girl Y/N and Jungkook was showing around, right?” “Yeah, that sixteen year old.” The shorter man’s brows furrow. “Isn’t she eighteen?” “Same thing.” Taehyung sighs despite the fact that he’s only twenty himself and Jimin muses that he often acts twelve. But he doesn’t utter his thoughts and Taehyung tosses his device onto the couch. “She kind of scares me.” “Why?” Jimin gives a toothy grin. “She’s tiny.” “Haven’t you heard what Yoongi said? The shorter ones are always the ones closer to hell.” It’s a fair point. “The smallest peppers are always the spiciest, am I right?” “Fuck off, it’s about girth not length.” He ignores how Taehyung’s brows wiggle. “Didn’t she ask you out before she left?” “Yep.” “What did you even do? She wasn’t like that to me or Hoseok.” “Exactly. I have no clue.” Taehyung would make a joke about he’s just naturally irresistible but this is no time to joke around. Yuna is undeniably intimidating and a serious threat to his existence. “I heard from Y/N that she’s thinking of coming here, so thank god we’re all graduating in a few months.” “Yeah, well you might need another semester with the grades you have.” “Bro.” Taehyung sits up straight. “You want to fight?” He shrugs. “I’m just saying you can’t get away with a thirty percent in nutrition.” “Fuck. Don’t remind me. I need to catch up on my readings.” “Same here.” Yet no one moves. They don’t even flinch. The two should crack open their textbooks and start reading — but Taehyung’s arm only stretches to grab a controller and join the game Jimin’s in. The night continues on as the two relish in their youth and ability to be irresponsible without repercussions. Or at least too many repercussions.

The air of the small coffee shop is tense. It is as if the four walls are closing in, but still, she’s glad that it’s a public setting. She can’t bear if it was just her and him. At least in public, there are voices to fill in the background silence and the threat of public embarrassment keeps her from crying, from having an outburst. It’s difficult to face someone she used to care so much about. To this day, she still doesn’t know what she felt can be called love. But the fact that she has to contemplate it, she’s inclined to think that it’s not. But that doesn’t mean their short and sweet relationship was any less meaningful. He was her best friend for so long after all. Aeri swallows hard, sipping her drink. She tries not to get the paper cup to shake so much in her clammy hands and ends up putting it back on the table when she realizes she can’t taste it well. After another beat, she lifts her eyes to look at his and realizes that he’s been staring at her. Aeri breaks the silence. “Why’d you call me here, Hoseok?” “I thought it would be nice to talk.” “About what?” “Us.” Closure. He came here for closure, but she’s not sure what kind of closure he wants or how he wants to shut this bittersweet chapter of their lives. “What about u-us?” She hates that her voice breaks, but oddly enough, it isn’t as painful as it was a few weeks ago. A few weeks ago, she would’ve never been able to face him like this, wouldn’t be able to even look at him without crying. It seems like as time goes by, it becomes easier. “I’m sorry.” He says in a weakened tone that hurts her as well. “Don’t apologize, Hoseok.” “No, but I want to. I’ve been thinking about it a lot — and what we had….it was good.” “It was.” Aeri smiles. “Wasn’t it?” He nods, eased at her openness, that she’s not defensive or angry like he thought she would be. Like she has the right to be. “I don’t think I tried hard enough to make it work.” “I didn’t either, so don’t blame yourself alone,” Aeri says, a tiny smile tugs on her lips. She accepts his apology. “I had my part to play in it too.” “I didn’t want to hurt you.” “I didn’t either. But it’s okay, Hoseok. We just weren’t right for each other.” He nods. It goes silent. He musters a tender smile. “Truce?” “Truce.” The girl giggles when they shake hands across the small table. “You still owe me ten dollars when I lent you gas money.” “Oh, you’re really going to bring that up now?” “Of course,” Aeri laughs. “Fair is fair.” It’s hard to be acquainted with someone who used to be so much closer. Someone who has so many memories — good ones and hurtful ones. And often times the end can never be the same as the beginning. For the rest of their lives, Aeri knows that she’ll always keep Hoseok at a distance, at an arm’s reach, for the sake of her own heart and self-preservation. But she considered herself one of the lucky ones — that they have a mutual understanding, that they can still see each other, and can still have some semblance of a platonic friendship. She’s lucky when she knows that the two of them will never revert to being complete strangers.

Min Yoongi is a man of many things. He is quiet, but deadly. He is grumpy and lethargic, but will go out of his way to make someone’s life miserable and has the biggest smile when he sees suffering. He had the most joy when Taehyung stubbed his toe against the doorframe, when Jimin was last place during Smash. Most of all, he’s an enigma. Lazy, yet the hardest working. Mean and snarky, yet always willing to lend an ear and shoulder. Indifferent and aloof, yet the one who never fails to react first in a crisis. But of all things...you never expected him to be clingy. “So this is what you do all day?” Yoongi gestures to the clutter on the kitchen counter, the wires and gum paste rolled out, styrofoam and toothpicks, small brushes and petal dust shades. “You practice making flowers and then go home to suck Jungkook’s dick?” “Excuse me.” You scoff. “I practice making cakes too.” “You’re fun.” “If you don’t like it, then leave me alone,” you mutter out of the corner of your mouth, concentrating back on the rose you’re working on. “Why are you hanging out with me anyway?” “Because it’s you or Taehyung right now and I’d rather spend time with you than Taehyung.” “What’s wrong with Taehyung?” “He’s Taehyung.” A light scoff falls out of your mouth. You know the motherfucker has a soft spot for him, but he can say whatever he wants. He’ll deny it even if you confronted him. “Want to make flowers?” you offer. “Nope.” Min Yoongi would rather fiddle with kitchen materials and spin around on the stool than brush up on sugar flowers, piping flowers or fondant flowers. But you don’t have the time or energy to argue. You do, however, show off once you’re finished. “What do you think?” He hums as he looks at your finished product. “Not half bad, I guess. I’ve seen worse.” It’s not the greatest compliment in the world but you’ll take it especially since it’s coming from him. You’ve noticed in the time you’ve known Yoongi that he has a difficult time praising others. He always tries to work around it, skirting through the subject, never verbalizing his feelings despite being such a straightforward person. It never fails to be entertaining to watch. You grin. “If my relationship with Jungkook ever goes to shit, we’d still be friends, wouldn’t we, Yoongi?” “Sure,” he mumbles while resting his elbow on the counter, cheek in his palm lazily. “But your relationship with Kook won’t ever go to shit. Kid’s too whipped for you.” Your smile only widens. “He is, isn’t he?” “You are too,” he says when you attempt to exclude yourself. “It’s gross to watch, but whatever.” “You need someone in your life too, Min. Maybe you’d be less bitter all the time.” It’s not that he’s bitter, but you like to tease that he is since you know it grinds his gears. “I have a cousin of a cousin who’s around our age. Want to meet her?” His expression wrinkles like he just bit into a lemon. Yoongi sits upright. “First of all, fuck you. I’m not bitter — I’m just me, bitch. Secondly, I don’t want to meet anyone, much less your cousin. And last of all, you’re becoming worse than Taehyung.” “Maybe this is an invitation for you to leave then.” You grin cheekily at Yoongi and it doesn’t amuse him. It’s unfortunate he doesn’t have a soft spot for you like Jungkook does. “And don’t call me a bitch. Only Jungkook’s allowed to do that in bed.” “I didn’t need to know that.” Yoongi’s face crumples more and he waves at you. “Just stop talking and continue what you’re doing.” Min Yoongi is an enigma and someone you relate to the most. Often times you feel him on a spiritual level. And in spite of what he might think internally, he’s a great friend. He’s logical, reasonable, the clarity that the whole group usually needs before they think doing dumb shit, like jumping off the roof of the dining center into a pile of snow beneath, is a good idea. He’s hilarious in a sarcastic, snarky way and cares the most when no one’s looking. He reminds you of an older brother who will always watch your back — and he makes you glad that both you and Jungkook have him in your life.

Jungkook had a dream. It was odd — only because it felt so real and how it still sticks into his mind hours later. Usually dreams fade away like memories of childhoods where he can’t distinguish people, actions, his own thoughts but generally what had occurred and the feeling he had obtained. But Jungkook remembers this dream well. It was a dream where he wobbled to the kitchen in this small house with wooden floorboards and hideous wallpaper, his home, and found you by the window above the sink. Only, you were old with gray hair and wrinkles around your face, an apron tied around your body that was shorter and more sluggish. And his own hands were wrinkled like crumpled paper, round glasses perched on his nose, his movements slowed down as he staggered. You had turned around and complained about the damn neighbour kids ruining your garden with their littering and he had to calm you down for fear of you getting a heart attack. It was so entirely mundane, and he had never been more confused when he awoke. “Jungkook!” His mother shouts over the phone. “Are you still here?” Her voice sounds farther away. “Honey, the phone’s broken again! I can’t hear him!” The boy snaps back to attention. “No, I’m here! Mom? Hello?” But neither of his parents hear him. Instead, there’s rustling and the sound of his father’s voice. “Give me that. Hello?” “Hello?” Jungkook sighs. “Hello?! Goddammit, I just fixed this old thing yesterday!” “No, I’m right here!” He has to strain his voice, shouting loud enough that could warrant complaints from the people next door. “I can hear you!” “Honey, is that you?” His mom calls out again and there’s more rustling. “Where’s the speakerphone? Oh, here. Hello?” For the tenth time, Jungkook exclaims— “Hello!” “Finally. I thought the phone was broken again.” Both his parents start discussing the phone issues and Jungkook nurses his headache before the conversation gets back on track again. “Have you been eating well?” “I’ve been fine, mom.” “Good! Your grandma’s visiting and she’s been so worried about you. It’s not good to do all that exercise and not eat well! You’ll burn all your fat and just be skin and bones!” There’s the sound of his grandma’s voice at the back that he can’t distinguish well enough to make out what she’s saying. “Anyhow, your aunt and uncle send their regards. We’ll be visiting their home this time for the Holiday season come December. Also Lia and Eunbi wanted to ask if Y/N will be coming home with you.” “Uh.” Jungkook scratches the back of his neck. “I’m not sure yet.” “Oh, well, do bring her, dear.” His dad suddenly says, “Heaven knows, your mom and grandma can’t stop talking about how great she is. If she comes by, I’ll fire up the grill and we can have a barbecue too!” “Yeah, we’ll see,” he exhales sharply. Jungkook still hasn’t announced to his family that he’s dating you yet. If you agree to come back with him for Christmas, he’ll probably make it known to them but he can’t even fathom the many more times they’ll call if they knew. God, they would probably call you directly and he would rather spare you from their smothering love. Suddenly a thought creeps into Jungkook’s mind. “Hey, mom. Can I talk to grandma for a second?” “Sure! Mom! He’s here.” He can hear the phone getting passed, more buttons accidentally being pressed, and his grandma’s voice sounds closer as if she accidentally turned off the speakerphone. “Hello? Kookie, is that you?” They exchange the usual back and forth, asking about each other’s well-being and wishing one another good health. His grandma also tells him to bring you around some time when he comes home and how lovely you are — but he doesn’t need to hear it. Jungkook’s already long learnt that. “Hey, grandma.” He finally approaches the question he’s been meaning to ask. Slow and hesitant, but he manages. “What was it like to grow old with grandpa?” He can practically hear the soft smile on her face. “Oh, it was wonderful.” There’s a pause as if the aged woman is looking for a word to exactly describe her experience. Though she finally seems to be able to find it. “It was a privilege.” A privilege. That’s the perfect word. It encapsulates his dream entirely. It was sad to be aged, to see you tired, to feel weighed down himself and slower than what he’s used to. But when he looked at you, he didn’t just see an old woman — he saw the snarky girl he knew of in high school, the attractive girl he daydreamed about for so long, the one he’s with now. And the one who will join him for so many more memories. Even if it was just a dream, Jungkook’s excited to make it a reality.

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sevfanfic · 4 years

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A Touch in the Dark - Chapter 2: Familiar Faces

Word count: 1,909

Just a quick note! for the purposes of this story you’re being placed in slytherin... sorry but we do have the most fun ;)

“Good afternoon! You must be Y/N, it’s so nice to finally meet you.” Minerva shook your hand gently and then took you by the shoulder to a chair in front of her desk, “Please sit.”

“Thank you,” you smiled “I hope I didn’t arrive too early.”

“Of course not, we have much to discuss before you meet the others.” Minerva was very welcoming to you, she made you feel like you belonged here. You went over your contract with her and she asked many questions about your life and why you accepted this position.

“Now then,” the headmistress rose from her seat and swiftly made her way to a large pointed hat, “since you are new here, you shall be sorted into a house.”

While you were a witch, you didn't grow up around magic. Your muggle parents refused. You went to muggle school and had a simple muggle life. You had to know more about this part of you that your parents desperately tried to suppress. Unfortunately you were too old to attend any traditional wizarding schools so you opted for self teaching, having spent most of the last four years reading and practicing. Your grandmother also helped, she was an amazing witch with incredible healing abilities. Travelling aided your discovery of different sources of information and you believed yourself to be a well rounded practitioner. However, your main focus was the healing arts like your grandmother. Minerva had reached out to you in a letter, she had read an article about your work and was very interested in having you teach a class.

“Ah, very different,” a voice sounded from the hat that had been placed on your head, “not a traditional witch, hm.”

You fiddled with the hem of your blouse.

“Interesting. Slytherin, perhaps. Yes, slytherin indeed.” The voice sounded satisfied.

Minerva smiled wide and removed the hat, “Very good. Now I believe it is time to meet the others.” She waved her wand and the doors of her office swung open.

You watched as the other professors entered the room one by one. They circled around, chatting and didn’t seem to notice you. Last to arrive was a tall man with broad shoulders, his robes were black like his hair and eyes. You thought you recognized him from somewhere but couldn’t quite remember. He stopped suddenly, eyes widening slightly as he looked you over.

Severus was surprised to see the dark haired woman from the bar standing in the headmistress’ office. He was quick to regain his usual demeanor, not wanting to make anyone suspicious.

Minerva spoke to the group, she described the new class being offered and introduced you as the new professor. You bowed your head and when you looked up you caught the eyes of the man in black robes. His piercing gaze sent a chill down your spine. You remembered. The pub, in Spinner’s End! That’s where I know you from, you thought to yourself, grinning at him as he quickly looked away. The meeting went on, you listened intently as Minerva introduced everyone and described the plans for the upcoming year. When dismissed, you were given the keys to your living quarters and instructed to the dungeons.

Severus, you finally put a name to the face. As you left the office you searched for him, wanting to say hello. He was quick to leave but you caught the sight of his robes as he turned a corner. You weren’t going to let him get away that easily. He must be embarrassed you speculated to yourself. You sped to catch up with him, as you approached he stopped suddenly. You were unprepared for his sudden cessation of movement and before you could stop yourself you collided with him.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I was just-” you stammered as the tall man turned to face you.

“Just. What?” Severus looked down at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Well, I had recognized you from a pub and I wanted to say hello and-”

“Don’t flatter yourself by assuming that we are friends.” His voice was sharp. You couldn’t help but smirk at how much his serious demeanor intrigued you.

“Never,” you shook your head, “I figured you could help me find my room?” You jingled your keys in front of him. He snatched them out of your hand and quickly turned on his heel. Severus had a swift pace but you managed to keep up. You remained silent and tried to memorize the path so that you would not get lost while on your own. Severus glanced at you and saw how focused you were.

“It will take some time to remember how to make your way through the castle.” He spoke very matter-of-factly.

“Yes, well, I am quite prone to getting lost.” You chuckled at yourself.

“That is unfortunate,” a small smirk crossed Severus’ mouth but faded quickly. He was apprehensive about you, wary that he had said too much the night he met you. Was he drunk enough to speak about all that he had been feeling? If so, did you judge him for it? Severus knew that you would expect to see a certain side of him but he wasn’t sure how to approach the situation.

When you arrived at the door of your room Severus handed you the keys. You smiled and said “Thank you.” He opened his mouth to say something but hesitated. You saw him think for a second and then he finally spoke.

“That night,” he started, “I was not myself. If I said anything.. Inappropriate,” he paused again. You stopped him by raising your hand before he could continue.

“Nothing happened, you mostly listened to me babble on about myself.”

“Good.” He then turned quickly, wanting to escape the awkward situation but then turned back to you and said “Have a good night.” Then he disappeared down the corridor.

Your living quarters were simple, adorned with long tapestries and dark wooden furniture. Being in the dungeons didn’t bother you, the cold air smelled a little like lake water and it wrapped you in a calming embrace. You waved your wand and your luggage unpacked themselves, you smiled at how simple life seemed with magic. You learned over time that magic couldn’t fix everything. The muggle world was complicated in it’s own way. You had longed to find something else in life other than a busy job and bills. Thoughts of love always crossed your mind but your soul had been torn before, so love was filed away to the back of your mind. Maybe one day, you imagined.

That night you had a difficult time falling asleep. You were thinking too much about the past and could feel your anxiety creeping its way into your chest. You threw the covers off yourself, the sudden change in temperature gave you goosebumps.

“A walk, that’s all I need.” You said to yourself as you threw a robe on. The cool stone floor on your bare feet helped to ease some of the tension you felt. You opened your door and looked out, the hallway was dimly lit by small sconces. I am definitely going to get lost, you thought. But with a shrug you started walking. The castle at night was eerily quiet. Only the sound of your light footsteps could be heard. You found your way to a set of winding stairs that lead to a small balcony. As you rounded the corner you saw him. Severus was standing with his back to you, he stared out over the edge and was as still as a statue. You looked at him, wondering if he was alright.

“What do you want?” His voice suddenly made you gasp as you didn’t think he heard you behind him.

“Nothing. I was walking to clear my head, I’ll leave you alone.”

“Can’t sleep?” He asked quietly. A part of him hoped that you would stay.

“No,” you hesitantly stepped closer, “my thoughts are too loud.”

“I know the feeling.” He looked down at his hands as you stood beside him. You were silent for some time, looking at the stars and the surrounding landscape. The quiet was soothing and peaceful. You were known for chatting but something felt right about leaving the air free of useless words. He wasn’t exactly happy that you stumbled upon him but he didn’t hate it either.

“How is it you found this place?” Severus broke that silence.

“Minerva found me actually, she was interested in an article I wrote and she asked if I’d be willing to teach.”

“‘The applications of muggle medicine in magical healing.’”

“You read it?”

“Yes. You have interesting opinions.” He spoke slowly and you couldn’t make out what he was thinking.

“So I’ve been told,” you laughed softly, “what are your thoughts? You must have some compelling ideas about the topic?”

Severus paused for a moment as he pondered the question. “I believe there is a time and a place for both but why not use magic when it can be utilized with equal if not better effect.”

“I suppose because, as with all things, magic has its limits. For example, someone with multiple injuries would require a large amount of energy to heal with magic. Perhaps, one could use methods that do not require magic for less serious wounds and preserve their magic for only the most life threatening injuries.”

“And how does one decide which is the most life threatening?”

“It’s all about critical thinking and prioritization, professor,” you smiled at him, “but don't worry, I can teach you.” The playful tone in your voice made Severus smirk.

“I have no doubts.” he was cautious, unsure of your intentions.

A cool breeze blew your hair gently and he could smell lavender and oak. Severus sighed as he looked over at you. You had closed your eyes and it seemed as if you had allowed the breeze to carry your worries away. Your soft features and plump lips made him feel something he thought he’d never feel again. Before he could dwell on the thought he looked away. His walls were strong and he was adamant about keeping them up, keeping himself safe. Besides, he thought, she’d never want me.

Some time had passed and you became aware of how late it was getting.

“I should get back to bed.” You said softly.

“Goodnight.” Severus said without looking at you as you began to leave. Then you realized you actually had no idea how to get back.

“Uhm,” you started quietly, the tall man looked at you blankly, “I’m lost.” Was all you could manage, feeling utterly embarrassed. You could feel your cheeks flush.

“Of course you are.”

As you followed him your eyes looked him over, he was handsome and proud. His broad shoulders made you wonder how strong he was and you could feel your cheeks grew warm again. There was a reason why you approached him at the pub that night many months ago, he was different. You thought you had forgotten why you were interested but seeing him again re-awoken the allure you felt before. He appeared regal almost, carried himself with his head held high and back straight. But you knew there was something deeper. You felt an attraction to him that you couldn’t understand and even now that you were colleagues you knew you wouldn’t be able to ignore it.

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wordsfromthesol · 4 years

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I Don’t Need a Babysitter (1/2)

Author: @wordsfromthesol Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader Warnings: Uhmmmm…violence kinda? Cursing probably? Word Count: 1.8k Requested: @lemontree205

Part Two

“Hey Bats, I could really use a favor.”

“Hal Jordan asking for my help. What could be so important?”

“The Corps is sending me on another deep space mission. I’m still not sure how long I’ll be gone.”

“I’m sure we can hold down the fort here on Earth without you Hal.”

“No…that’s not. Listen, my kid sister is at Gotham University. I’d been checking up on her, but now I won’t be able to.”

Bruce held up his hand in acknowledgement. “You got it Hal.”

“Listen, she doesn’t know…”

“Don’t worry, I wasn’t planning on going up to her in the Bat suit.”

“Awe man, so even she’ll know who Batman is before I do?”

“No.” Before Hal could question him further, Bruce climbed into the Zeta Tube and was gone.

“Alright boys. I have an assignment for you.” Bruce looked around at his boys all sitting at the dining room table. “Y/N Y/L/N.” He threw a file on the table.

“What’d she do? Drug runner? Arms dealer? Assassin?” Jason started spurting off anything he could think of.

“GL’s half-sister?” Tim questioned as he scanned through the file.

“Don’t tell me we are babysitting.” Jason huffed out, clearly agitated.

“No. I just need someone to check on her every day. You can all take turns.”

“How did you rope us into this?” Dick arched his eyebrow and smirked towards his adoptive father.

“Hal asked for a favor. And it’s family.”

“Alright, we’ll check on the brat. Is she at least close by?” Jason words were sharp yet understanding. It was for family.

“Gotham University, Junior, Double Major, Physics and Structural Engineering.” Tim rattled off the facts in the file.

“I still do not see the purpose in this. Can the girl not defend herself?” Damian finally spoke up.

“I’m sure she can, but I’d rather be safe.” Bruce tried to explain to his youngest.

“I’ll take tomorrow.”

“Jay, did I just hear you offer to take the first shift?” Dick’s eyebrows raised questioningly.

“I figure then I won’t have to ruin my weekend.”

As night fell Jason left for patrol. He stopped by your apartment every few hours, watching as all you seemed to do was study. Finally, Jason got bored and headed back to the cave.

“This girl is so boring. Why does she need us to check on her?” Jason complained to Tim as soon as he arrived.

“I’m sure Hal is just worried. He doesn’t know how long this mission will take.”

“Well, fair warning…bring a book on your shift.”

This went on for a few weeks and all the boys were getting bored with your lifestyle.

“I don’t understand how all she does is study.” Jason complained yet again.

“I have theorized she simply has no companions.” Damian joined in.

“Maybe she just prefers her studies. People can be tiresome.” Tim reasoned, understanding of your demeanor.

“But even you break away from the computer sometimes Timmy.” Dick pointed out.

“It just baffles me that she’s related to Hal at all.” Tim thought about the Green Lantern’s personality in comparison to yours. “Wait…it’s Wednesday night. Whose turn is it? Shouldn’t they be out by now?”

The boys all looked around at one another, unsure of whose shift it was.

Finally. You thought peering out your window. There was no sign of any vigilantes staring you down. Though you had to admit, their presence did force you to study a lot more than usual. Worried that your time was limited, you stalked out of your apartment and headed to an abandoned warehouse – your usual training spot.

Your muscles ached at the movements. The two weeks you had gone without were really taking their toll. You stepped out of the warehouse and immediately realized you’d been found. Shit. Not only could you feel someone watching you, your eyes darted immediately to the vigilante. You just told them more than they needed to know with one look.

They soon figured out that Jason, unshockingly, was the one missing patrol. He set out immediately and a panic set in when he got to your apartment and you were no where in sight. Thankfully, with Tim’s help they were able to trace your location.

Jason waited on a nearby rooftop, catching glimpses of your routine through the dirty and broken windows. What is she doing? Your eyes darted to him as soon as you stepped outside. That couldn’t be a coincidence. That skill comes with training. He waited, wondering what you would do next, though he was slightly disappointed, as you continued forward as if you hadn’t seen him at all. That’s impossible right. She looked right at me. Didn’t she?

You knew you had to play this right. Hal had gone too far sending babysitters while he was away. As if you didn’t know he was a Green Lantern. As if he thought you couldn’t take care of yourself. You decided to pretend as if you hadn’t seen Red Hood at all, going on your way back to your apartment. Though you were disappointed you didn’t see any action tonight, at least you were able to train. As you got back you immediately went to sleep, hoping to throw off any suspicions the vigilante had.

Now she’s just going to sleep? I need to get into that warehouse. Jason headed back the way you came and crawled in through one of the broken windows. He looked around, both in confusion and shock. Targets littered with bullets and arrows filled the walls. Training dummies and equipment were scattered about the space. Upon further investigation he even stumbled upon a locked room. He rang Tim upon seeing the security system connected to the door.

“Hey Timbo, you busy?”

“I guess not. What did do you? Did you find Y/N?”

“Yeah yeah, she’s asleep. I’m looking into something and it’s got a security system. Do you have a minute to hack it?”

“I suppose, but you owe me. Take my shift tomorrow for babysitting.”

“Done.” Jason would’ve offered to take it anyways. You were just starting to get interesting.

Jason was in awe as he pushed open the door. The weapons and gadgets cache was truly impressive, especially for a college student. There can’t be a vigilante in Gotham we don’t know about…right? He thought to himself as he rifled through your stash. Jason was fully invested and completely caught off guard when you approached behind him, pistol aimed at his chest.

“Care to leave my shit alone Hood?”

“Care to tell me why you have all this shit?”

“Not really.” Silence ensued as he slowly picked up one of the throwing knives and inspected it. You holstered your gun, “Look. If my brother sent you, I’m releasing you from service. Clearly, I can take care of myself.”

“But you were so boring!”

“Yeah, on purpose. So you idiots would leave me alone. You weren’t exactly subtle with the check-ins.” You walked over and grabbed the throwing knife from his hand. “Then again neither was Hal.”

“Wait, you know?”

“Dude, he’s not exactly subtle with the glowing green shit.”

“Hm. So are you a vigilante? Why haven’t I heard of you?”

“Probably because I don’t go around in some ridiculous costume.”

“Ha! So you are a vigilante.”

You rolled your eyes, “I don’t know if I would call it that. Either way, your services aren’t needed.”

“Unfortunately for you, I don’t think I could get out of them. Batman kinda promised your brother we’d keep an eye on you.”

“Wow. He must be desperate to ask the Bat for a favor. What happened?”

“Uhm…I’m not sure –” Jason words were cut off as you brought a small dagger to his throat. “Okay okay.” He threw his hands up in defense. “All Hal said was the Corps were sending him on a deep space mission. He didn’t know how long before he would be back.”

“He’s been on those before. What are you not telling me?”

“That’s all I know!”

You sighed, dropping the dagger to the floor. “Dammit Hal.” You mumbled, knowing full well there was more to this.

“So why,” Jason gestured around, “all this.”

“It started a few months after Hal became Green Lantern…wait, what am I getting out of telling you this?”

“How about I help you find out what’s really going on.” You look at him, skeptical. “I guarantee I have a lot more resources than you, no offense.”

“Fine.” You continued with your story, “Anyways, as soon as I found out I knew the idiot would become a target. Me being family, automatically makes me a target too.”

“So this is all out of self-preservation?” Jason questioned, he had watched you for weeks, he knew there had to be more to it.

“Yes and no. I never want to make Hal chose between saving me or saving the world. Hell even saving me or saving one other person. So I began to train and every now and then I head to the Narrows to get some real world experience…with the added bonus of helping people.”

From then on the two of you were virtually inseparable. Jason did everything he could to get his brothers shifts to watch you. Whether it was making bets he knew he would lose or asking for favors. He always made sure you knew if he wasn’t your babysitter for the night. Unfortunately, the two of you had found virtually nothing on why your brother was so worried about you. Granted you didn’t have much to go on to begin with.

“He’s hiding something, right?” Dick asked Tim and Damian one night while Jason was out with you.

“It does seem like Todd has been trying to obtain babysitting duty. He purposefully lost a bet with Drake just yesterday.” Damian commented on the matter.

“And one with me last week.”

“You don’t think he’s skipping out?” Tim asked with a worried expression.

“He better not, Bruce would have all our heads. Look up his location.” Dick motioned to Tim, suddenly concerned about his brother’s nightly activities.

Tim’s eyes grew wide. “He’s at a warehouse.”

“What? Where?”

“Dick…there’s something we didn’t tell you. Remember that night we forgot whose turn it was?”

“Yeah…”

“Well, Y/N wasn’t at her apartment. I was able to trace her through traffic cams to a warehouse. This warehouse.”

“And now they are back there?”

“That’s not all.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well I didn’t think it meant anything. But later that same night Jason had me hack a security system. I checked his location…he was back at that warehouse.”

“So what is it?”

“It seems to have been abandoned years ago.”

“Why do we not just go see for ourselves?” Damian interjected.

“Good point, Dami. Let’s suit up…just in case.”

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demolition-lovers-blog · 4 years

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THE LAST OPTION 2

A/N I hope this is ok, I didnt really have time to edit so please excuse the mistakes. I hope you enjoy it sorry ahead of time if its shit....

Y/n felt good actually she felt great. She has been taking care of herself. Y/n had been watching what she was eating more ,she started exercising and drinking more water, she had even started sleeping better which had always been a problem for, her brain always going never fully shutting off at night to let her sleep. Y/n had never slept a full night since she was a teenage ,that's one thing she is sure of.

< All of the things that she was doing to take care of herself, finally putting herself first were showing on the outside . Friends were commenting to her saying things like "Wow y/n you look great." Or "Y/n you are glowing what have you been doing differently, you just look really good." Y/n had noticed the biggest thing of all the attention she was receiving from guys around her an some girls too. She would be sitting at the bar with friends and the bartender would put a drink down in front of her saying it was bought(pointing to were said person was) "compliments of that gentleman/lady right there." She was taken back the first few times it happened, she was a beautiful woman ,who unfortunately was always so hung up on the reasons she thought were why Harry didn’t look at her "that way" that she had begun to look down on herself always picking out the negatives she believed were the cause. When she had finally stopped thinking the worst of herself all of the positive things about her shined even brighter.

Now y/n had not forgotten Harry or stopped thinking about him, she just didn’t let herself dwell on it. She opened herself up once she realized that she never let any guy even have a chance because she was so hung up on pinning for Harry. She wasn’t ignoring him as much as she was self preserving. She thought she might slip and fall back into the same pattern when she didn’t text him back in the beginning of all this ,but as time went on she realized that she could live without constant contact with him so it just started to be ok without him. Sure she missed him, he was her bestfriend for a long time and he was her world for as long as she could remember. She still loved Harry she was just putting it to the back of her brain and not letting it be her only thought.

So when Harry had called her the last thing he expected was for her to answer. He left his bedroom door open cause no reason to hide she never answered, so to say he was shocked when he heard your voice say hello was an understatement. "Y/n? He questioned still not sure he was hearing correctly. "Hey Harry" she said. "Hey y/n, I have to say I'm surprised you answered." Guilt ran through her for a second but she pushed it back he had gone longer then the two months that had just passed between them. " I've been busy lately." Harry tried to hold back the bitterness in his voice but it came thru. "Yeah I've noticed. You seem to be going out a lot. Do you have yourself a boyfriend now love?" Y/n rolls her eyes "I've been dating no one exclusively, but yeah I've been dating." Harry doesn't know why but he instantly feels sick to his stomach. But he doesn't get to speak before she follows with " How are you and Kendell doing?" Harry replies to her "It's what it is we aren't serious, we just hang out sometimes." Harry follows quickly with "Y/n can I call you back in five minutes?" "Sure Harry." And with that the call ends leaving y/n confused and Harry determined to set things right with y/n, he has known he has feelings for her but until that moment it didnt hit him that he was in love with y/n and he had to do something about it. He knows he as been a complete jackass to her and that he wasnt putting her first, that all this time she had done everything to show him how much she cared for him and had always made him her first option he had always felt that also, never felt that she put him last or even second. He realized even more now that he had not done the same not even close so you had every right to move forward to put yourself first and he felt like complete and utter shit. Little did he know that Kendell had been standing in his doorway the entire time. "Harry,why did you even call y/n I'm here with you and you are calling someone else." She pouted. This for some reason irritated him. "I have you ahead of y/n for almost a year now and I'm done with that we aren't even a couple but I have let you consume all of my time and this is my fault. I think it's time you went back home Kendell. I need some space." What!" She yelled "Harry you are my boyfriend what do you mean space?" "No,Kendell you are not but I've let you believe that and havent stopped this so I'm sorry for that, but I'm not your boyfriend and I dont want to be. Now I have some things to take care of so I need privacy." She hissed "What you going after her, Harry she is beneath you. You should be with someone like me." Harry's eyes widened "No, Kendell. You are beneath her and so am I, she is such a good person and is caring and giving and I took advantage of her for that. So please I'm not asking but telling you to go." Kendell stomped out of the room and Harry picked up the phone and made plans to take the next flight to y/n's town. Hes going to surprise her and hopefully no matter how long it takes win back her trust and after that he hope's her love.

Harry landed that same night, he never called y/n back he thought it was better to just show up so she would be less likely to turn him away.

Y/n was home she was planning on meeting some friends at a pub around the corner. So when she heard a knock on her door she was surprised, she was supposed to meet them there so who could be knocking at nine o'clock at night. Y/n assumed it was one of her friends so she didnt look before she answered. When she threw her door opened and saw Harry standing there with a suitcase and backpack she was shocked to say the least. Y/n stood there with her mouth hung wide open.

Harry let's out a small giggle" Hello love, are you gonna stand there catching flies with your mouth open all night. Or are you going to invite me in?" Y/n still not able to put a sentence together moves out of the doorway, giving Harry the space he needed to walk in.

Finally she has pulled herself together enough to shut her door and turn and questions Harry. "Harry....what are you doing here?You didnt mention you had anything going on near here." Harry smiled softly at y/n and for the first time taking in her appearance its then he realized that she might have a date and his heart dropped. "That's because the only thing I have going on in this area is you." His statement has her confused and for some reason she cant put her finger on scared. "What do you mean? That doesn't make any sense?"

Harry knows she must be confused. But first he has to figure out if she is going on a date tonight not wanting to get into things yet if she was. "Did I interrupt you going out?" Y/n has to think cause he brain is mush right now with Harry standing in front of her. "Um, I was supposed to meet some friends at the pub around the corner, but it's not a big deal." "I dont want to ruin your evening." He starts but y/n cuts him off. " No, your fine I sont have to go or I'm sure you wont want to but you could always come along if you want." Surprising y/n he answered with "yeah, I'll go sounds like fun. Would like to meet your new friends." Y/n should be happy about this but it makes her nervous.

Y/n tells Harry he can stay at her place and let's him freshen up so they can head out to the pub.

Y/n is nervous walking in,the whole walk to the bar Harry had held her hand. She tried not to read anything into cause Harry was just like that,but everything felt different tonight she couldn't put her finger on it but there was a different energy around Harry tonight one that y/n wasnt used to so she couldn't pin point what it was.

Entering the pub the shout of y/n's name was heard both of them looking up. Y/n smiles to the group sitting at the bar. Harry on the other hand looks with a small frown there were 3 of her girlfriends that he has been introduced to in the past and four guys hes never seen before but clearly knew y/n well, they were all wide smiled and waving her over. After all introductions were made they went to sit with only one chair remaining y/n tells Harry to sit that she is fine standing. With that Harry sits down but to y/ns surprise he widened his legs and grabbed her around the waist pulling her to lean between his legs. Y/n tries not to look surprised in front of everyone. She did introduce Harry as her best friend so they probably wouldn't think anything of it. None of the guys y/n had been out on dates with were here tonight, but she suddenly felt a little evil knowing Harry was wondering,she decided not to let him in on that fact,she wanted to know what he was really doing showing up out of the blue like he did and if she had to be a little shit to find out well then so be it that's what she would do.

When one of her guy friends would speak directly to her she would swear Harry's hold tightened around her waist. She continued to talk to everyone and Harry was as charming as always winning everyone over even if inside he wanted the four boys to go far away from y/n. Anthony was the most talkative to you and you wont lie he was a good looking man. Harry noticed this to and didnt like this at all. While he thinking about this he realized how you must have felt with Kendell always all over him, Anthony was only talking to you and it was getting on his nerves and if you felt about him the way he feels about you he can only imagine how it must have hurt. With that realization he wraps his arms tighter around your waist. Y/n might have been showing Anthony a little more attention then normal but she was honestly enjoying talking to him.

Ok so Harry had a plan and he knows it is really a dick move on his part but he is tired of this pub and the people in it and he wants to get y/n alone, so being best friends you two have talked about everything including your kinks and preferences in the bedroom. Harry is going to use this to his advantage he figures what harm can it do you had confessed you liked being dominated and preferred being a sub, and fuck Harry was 100% a dominant in and out of bed with a serious daddy kink and you both had agreed that dirty talk was a must y/n liked recieving it and Harry liked to speak it so perfect fit right... that's how he saw it so now it was his turn to be an even bigger shit.

Y/n is talking when Harry leans forward purposely making his lips graze slightly over her ear "Little girl, I've had a long trip do you think we could go I'd like to spend some time with just you before bed." Y/n breath caught in mid sentence not turning around she nodded and whispered "just let me use the bathroom real quick." "Ok baby" he responded as y/n rushed toward the hallway of the restrooms. He smirked he knew she was flustered and confused and he was enjoying every moment. He fully intended to make her his and only his by the time the sun came up.

Y/n exits the bathroom as she does she hears her name being called. She turns around to find Anthony standing there. "Y/n I want to ask you something ok?" She nodded "I was wondering.." but he is cut off as Har rd y comes up behind you wrapping his arms around you and says "ready baby?" Y/n gives Anthony an apologetic look and turns the way Harry is guiding her and they exit the pub.

"You have shit timing Harry!" He scoffed just wait till we ate back then you can say what you want not on the street where someone can see or video us. Y/n agreed and after the walk in she turns to lock the door when she turns around Harry is right there inches from her. "Now,little girl. What exactly did you want to say to me?" He cages her between his arms. Y/n gulps "I..I..." Harry mimics her "i..i...i" and he darkly chuckles "what you were so bold back there, what's the problem now baby?... say what you were gonna say...hmmm wait let me guess..oh yeah I had shit timing cause I ruined that "boy" from asking you out. I see it as perfect timing actually this way he wouldn't be embarrassed when you turned him down." His eyes seem to have gotten darker, as he licks his lips and moves his leg so this thigh was between your legs putting slight pressure as lifts it to might your core. "Harry, what are you doing? "your breathing is labored as you ask, telling yourself not to give in to what ever game he was playing, but you knew you were loosing.

Y/n had never seen Harry like this it was totally hot she cant deny that. He was being so dominant and she wanted this but she was scared this was just something to boost his ego, being as he had never seen your attention given to another guy when he was around maybe that's all this was..y/n drawn out of her thought when he grabbed her waist making her slide back and forth on his thigh. He stopped all of a sudden and picked her up bridal style and brought her to her room when he shut the door with his foot he walked over to the love seat at the end of her bed. Harry took a seat and stood you in front of him ,not saying a word his hands came forward and he unbuttoned and quickly pulled down the zipper of her jeans. Before he could go to tug them down y/n's hands came up to stop him. "Harry wait! I cant do this as a one night stand with you. I'd rather never have you at all then have you once and always crave after what I cant have." Tears stung the edges of her eyes and she held her head down as to not look at him she didnt want to see his face when he told her it could never be more then one night. Harry's hand came up to her chin tilting head up so her eyes were looking into his. "Y/n, I love you, always have. I had been so blind thinking it would ruin our friendship, that I almost lost you by putting everyone before thinking it was better then letting my feelings for you take over. So ,if you'll have me baby, i want to be yours an you to be mine...only yours, only mine.." y/n couldn't hold back the tears as they fell "are you serious?" Harry could tell she was scared and nervous, he smiled "yes, babygirl I'm serious ,be my baby." Y/n nods and then whispers "yes". Harry let out a sigh of relief and then his eyes instantly darkened again. "This means your gonna be a good girl for daddy tonight then right princess?" She shivered from his words and nodded, he was not excepting her nod on this question putting a finger throw her belt loop he pulled her closer and growled "words, baby. I need words."

"Yes, I'll be a good little girl for you daddy." Harry smirked. He then pulled down her jeans, after that going to her shirt pulling that over her head, and last unhooking her bra. Y/n brought her hands around to cover her chest as she stood there in only her panties. Harry was looking for something when he found it he reached on her vanity and pulled it off. He scoffed at her arms covering her. Y/n noticed he had a hair ribbon in his hand he tells her to turn around taking both her hands and tied her wrists together. When he turns her back around he can see the blush on her cheeks. "I assume you know the safe words, red stop, yellow unsure, green good." "Yes" with her confirmation he tugs her down on his thigh and starts to move her back and forth on his thigh pressing his thigh up as he presses her down. Y/n is dripping or she thinks she has to be, no one has ever had her this turned on and still had all their clothes on. She also remembers in one of their late night talks that Harry had a clothes kink he likes the power of having someone naked while he is fully clothed and never had experienced this before you had to admit it was fucking hot.

Harry had worked y/n up and he could tell she was close but he had no intention of letting her cum yet. Y/n whined when he pulled her off his thigh and settled her on the floor in between his legs. "No whining baby. Daddy needs your mouth now, so are you going to be a good girl?" "I'll be a good girl" "then what are you waiting for, suck my cock." His dominant tone making y/n press her thighs together to relive the pressure building in her core. She quickly undoes his pant and pulled them down with his boxers. She pumped a few times then leaned in to kitten lick the tip. "Don't you dare fucking teade me little girl." God he was so dark y/n never knew when he said he was dominant that he was this into it, she had never been with anyone this controlling in bed before, and she didnt know how much darker he could be so she didnt hesitate to hurry up and in close his cock between her lips and start bobbing her head. Harry groaned "that's it baby, take daddy deeper, I want to feel me hit the back of your throat.' Harry moaned as y/n hollowed her lips and took him down as far as he could go. Her nose pressed against his skin. She knew what was coming next he didn’t have to ask as she grabbed the back of his thighs and looked up at him with innocent eyes. He lifted an eyebrow at her, "yeah, babygirl you want daddy to fuck your mouth?" Y/n blinked at him all done eyes and nodded. "Fuck ,baby" her threads both hands into her hair gripping tightly and he starts out slower to let them both get used to it for a second. An it was only a second before he was fucking into her mouth, thrusts hard and fast. Her eyes watered and spit was sliding down her chin faster then she would have thought. Harry was moaning she knew he was gonna come when she felt him twitch in her mouth. "You gonna take all daddy's come down that pretty little throat of yours, not spill a drop, take it all like the good girl daddy knows you are?" All y/n can do is him her confirmation and that last vibration sends Harry over the edge spilling everything he had down her throat and surprising herself she swallowed it all down.

When y/n pulls off first thing she notices is Harry is still hard. He chuckles having caught her looking. "You didnt think I was done with you yet did you little one?" He didnt really want a answer. He picked her up switching places with her. He removed her panties and then threw both her legs over his shoulder. He thought about diving right in, he wanted so bad but knew he wanted to drive her crazy even more so he teased her kissing down her thighs marking them in deep purple blotches only for his eyes ever to see. Y/n couldn't take it anymore "please daddy, please, please don’t tease me I want your mouth on me...please." he smirked "you want my mouth where baby?" She huffs "daddy..." "gotta tell me baby." He says leaning over her clit so his hot breath falls over her. "My princess parts, please use your mouth on my princess parts" she pants. "That's my good girl." And with that he dives in y/n cant keep up with his tongue licking one second sucking the next driving her closer and closer to that edge. Y/n is wishing her hands weren't tied behind her back wanting desperately to tug on Harry's hair. She feels he high approaching quickly, and Harry can tell also and just when she feels like the cool in her belly is going to break he stopped. Y/n cried out "NO! Tears running down her face from her second denied orgasm.

Harry tutted at her "stop the whining now little girl, the first time you come by me it's going to be on my cock understood." She nods he seems to let it slide as he picks her up and lays her down on the bed. He untied her writs only to tie them again to the bed frame.

Harry lines himself up with her weeping hole and looks deep into her eyes for any since of reluctance when he sees none he slides in slowly claiming what he believes has always rightfully been his. Both of them let out a moan as he finally has pushed all the way into her. He leans down making both their now naked bobies pressed against each other, he waits a minute to let her get used to his size when she let's him know he can move he starts out slow.

"Fuck, so tight baby, shit..." harry never knew it could feel this good he has had sex many times with different people but no one ever felt like this, and he never felt this way while he was fucking someone. He thinks it has to be because he loves you he had never had sex with someone he loved, he had no clue that it made everything feel so much better. "You feel so good baby, your taking all daddy cock like a good girl. Does it feel good baby, let daddy know how it feels." Y/n is trying to talk between thrusts as her breath keeps getting knocked out of her. "Feels so good daddy, but I'm not gonna last I'm so close, can I cum daddy please." " Can you wait for me baby, I'm almost there, you can wait for daddy yeah?" He pants "she squeezes her hes shut and nods and he starts fucking into her harder and when she thinks she cant hold on anymore Harry tells her "cum baby cum with me,cum on my cock." And with that y/n explodes around Harry and he is right behind her cuming harder then he ever has painting her walls in thick spurts.

Harry rolls off of y/n, she instantly worries that he didnt mean what he had said that he is going to get up and leave, but he turns to her aunties her wrists and pulls her to his chest rubbing her back in soothing strokes.

"I meant everything I said baby ,I love you, and I want you to be only mine and I want to be only yours." He smiled at her a honest smile that set her heart a flight. "You still want that don’t you y/n?" "Yes I still want that very much Harry I love you too and want to be only yours." With that Harry leans forward and kisses her forehead happier then he can ever remember being. "Ok, sleep now baby get some rest we have the rest of our lives to spend together." With that y/n closes her eyes with the love of her life cuddling her to sleep as she thought there is nothing she liked better then being Harry's first option. </p>

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justanotherlifeff · 4 years

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Levi Ackerman × reader

Genre: Angst, Hurt/comfort, Fluff, matured themes, slowburn

Warning: There's mentions and descriptions of underage rape and suicidal themes and self harm.

Levi POV

She confessed about how her past was last night. About how her mother sold her off to prostitution at such a young age. About the fact that she killed the Garrison member because he tried to have his way with her. She was just a victim of circumstances. She never talked about these to the court or to Mr and Mrs (L/N) or Erwin. I was baffled by her sudden confession which made me do something as stupid as holding her hand and saying that she's strong enough to trust herself. That she could trust me if she wanted to and most importantly, I smiled at her. As stupid as it sounds, it was required at that time.

I assumed that I should ask her if I could talk about it to Erwin because that would help her get rid of her criminal record. That would help her out if she ever retires given that she survives. I was willing to bet that she will survive given that she's really skilled. I was thinking all these while making breakfast. Yes, I woke up before everyone else today. I made some mushroom soup and was pouring tea into cups when (Y/N) came downstairs with her book. She looked hung over.

"Oi brat, how much sugar do you need?" I asked her as she looked at me and blushed. Needless to say that she tried to hide it and failed miserably before saying in a low voice "three teaspoons". "At this rate you will die of diabetes before the titans get to you" I told her with a straight face while mixing sugar in her tea. She sat quietly waiting. As I passed her tea to her, I asked "Do you remember anything from last night?" She was blushing again and muttered "Yes heichou."

"It's okay that you shared those to me. I grew up in the underground too. I won't judge you for your past." I told her as I took a sip of my own tea. She didn't read books today as she usually does. "I feel like you deserve to know more about my past too since you trusted me enough to talk about yours" I blurted out. Wait, why did I say that? This was completely unnecessary but I felt like I owed it to her. She looked at me with curiosity. "My mother was a prostitute too in the underground. However, she loved me. Unfortunately, she got sick and died when I was a kid. That's when a guy named Kenny took me in. He taught me how to fight and survive in the underground. I was a thug before Erwin recruited me. I killed people for money and I don't think I regret it." I told her, looking straight into her eyes.

She looked down at her tea when I was done. "I don't judge you either. Sometimes killing people for your own benefit can be justified. You needed the money to survive. I needed his hands and eyes off me." she muttered quietly. I didn't know what to say to that. She might have been the first person to understand this. The only other people to understand it were Farlan and Isabel.

After an awkward silence, she spoke again "You wondered how I started cutting myself didn't you? You see, the two years in that brothel made me what I am. The customers used to hit me and cut me and I got used to it. After going through that for so long, I started doing that on my own because, well, I already told this to you before that it made me think that I'm alive as long as I feel the pain and that's why I do it." she told me while looking down at her hands. "Yeah, I assumed it beforehand." I told her. "Anyway, let's not dwell on things that happened in the past." she told me with a smile. That must be the second time I saw her smile. She should smile more often.

Your POV

I didn't expect to hear about Levi heichou's past. It shocked me. I knew that he was an underground thug but knowing that he was born in a brothel too like myself was really shocking. Other people filled in the kitchen/dining room after a while. I noticed Petra glancing at me with a weird look on her face but I didn't give much attention to it. When I was done having breakfast, I went back to the training grounds with Levi heichou as I decided that slacking off even for a day won't be good for an expedition. Other than that, I just had this immense need to prove myself to Levi heichou. I didn't know why but I just wanted him to look at me and say that he is proud of me.

Yesterday, he told me that to me and I don't know how to express the feeling that came over me. I never felt this way after getting a compliment before. All I knew was that I wanted more of that feeling. The look on heichou's face when I told him that I want to train made me feel the same way again. Sure, his expression was as stoic as ever but his eyes glinted with approval and that was enough to give me the motivation to forget about the splitting headache and go train.

The thing is, I had never gotten such solid approval before. My parents told me that I always did a good job cleaning but their expression told me that they weren't too happy when I accidentally got all the colour off their clothes trying to make them clean. In my defence, I found ways to clean clothes without getting all their colour off later. Uncle Erwin used to tell me that I did a great job when I lasted for a few minutes against him in sword fights. However, we both knew that I wasn't good enough. He just gave up on me. With heichou, it's completely different. He would criticize me till I got something right.

He would point out every flaw till I'm perfect. He would only acknowledge my work when I do it flawlessly. He didn't say that my spinning move was perfect. He just appreciated the effort. Getting his appreciation meant a lot because he never tried to make me happy with myself by faking it. The others didn't have training today because we all were hung over. Heichou and I both had equipped our 3DMGs on ourselves and he followed me as I cut the titan dummy's napes. I had gotten faster as heichou pointed out all the flaws in my usage of 3DMG.

Two weeks back

"Oi brat! You're wasting my time by making all those shitty unnecessary moves! Get down here!" Levi heichou shouted at me. This was the first time anyone thought my 3DMG skills weren't good enough. I was glad to accept any advice from him though. After all, he is the strongest of humanity. "Sorry heichou." I answered before I got down. "I'll show you how it's done. Follow me. Take a note of everything I do because you will need to use these in practical scenarios." he told me before flying off as I followed him. He cut down the same titan dummy with three shots from his 3DMG while I took seven.

"This way, you get your work done faster and preserve gas as well. You need to use your eyes and analyse every single move you can make and apply the most efficient move. It all comes with practice. Go keep doing it without a break till you come down to 5 shots." he instructed me. I trained till dinner that day and wasn't able to go any lower than 6 shots.

Present day

Now, I was the only one in the whole army who was nearly as fast as heichou. Ofcourse, he was much more skilled than I was, with his special spinning move that I was able to imitate but barely. Heichou followed me as I used the most efficient of moves, cutting down all 10 dummies in less than 7 minutes. "Woah... Now that was as good as heichou!" Gunther exclaimed as I landed on the ground. He was on dummy movement duty. "No. I still have a long way to be as good as heichou." I muttered. Yes, heichou would do that in less than 5 minutes. I had a long way to go.

"You made outstanding improvement though in just a month. Erwin and Shadis weren’t giving me any bullshit when he told me to look into your files. You ofcourse have a lot of room for improvement. You still make unnecessary movements. I believe it will improve with training and experience. Get some rest now before cleaning duties." heichou commanded me. "Hai!" I saluted before running off to my room. "Oi Gunther! Get Oluo and fix those dummy napes with him." I heard Levi heichou command Gunther.

"Heichou! But I don't feel so good..." Gunther tried to get out of work but heichou stopped him and said, "Gunther, Petra has cleaning duties for the castle. Eld is helping me with paperwork. Hanji is experimenting on Eren and (Y/N) is the only one among you all to take training seriously and yet, she has cleaning duties in 30 minutes as well. Did I keep you and Oluo in my squad to slack off? I will send Oluo on my way". His monotone voice was full of superiority and thus Gunther went to the supply room to get the dummy napes with his head down. I went back to my room and took a short nap.

A while later, I got up and went to heichou's office to get my cleaning duties done. When I opened the door, I saw something that made my heart sink.

Levi POV

I was getting done with my paperworks. (Y/N) was supposed to come and clean my office in a while. That girl was really good at cleaning. Sure, I had to point out the few dirty spots that she missed but she never complained. I never imagined someone like that could exist because it seemed like everyone was fed up with my cleanliness. Suddenly, I heard my door open. "She's 10 minutes early" I thought. I looked up from the huge pile of papers on my table and saw Petra instead of (Y/N).

"What are you doing here?" I asked. "Heichou, I need to talk to you about something," she mumbled. "Go on?" I asked as I noticed that she wasn’t wearing the usual Survey corps uniform. She was wearing a short innocent looking dress. "What the hell does she want?" I wondered. I wasn't in the mood to talk to her now, given that I had a headache after drinking last night. I was expecting a good conversation with (Y/N), presumably about our past because I felt the need to know exactly how similar we were. It seemed like I did things that were out of character with her but she just gave me an excitement that I never felt before.

"Are you dating (Y/N)?" she mumbled again looking down at the floor. That simple question seemed to jerk me out of my thoughts and made me feel like someone threw a punch at my face. "What? No. Why would I date her?" I answered in shock. Her face lit up when I said that. What in the actual fuck was she thinking? "I always was interested in you, heichou" she told me and as she did, she was coming closer. I was in shock. I never had to face anything like this before so I froze. I had a fair idea that she was into me, since she constantly nagged at me, trying to be helpful, mostly trying to give me some sort of therapy session and failing because I had no intention to talk to her about my shitty ass past.

"Everything is so different now, we have a titan shifter on our team, and I thought I lost you to (Y/N)..." she muttered as she got too close to me. I didn't like what was happening and just before I told her to back off, she kissed me. Coincidentally, the door opened just at that moment and (Y/N) stood there with a shocked face.

(Y/N) POV

Levi heichou and Petra were kissing. As soon as I saw it, I closed the door and ran towards my room. I felt tears running down my face as I went for the bathroom. I closed the bathroom door, took the small blade that I owned and I went back to my old ways of coping with unnecessary feelings. Why didn't he tell me about him and Petra? I told him every single secret I ever had. Why did watching them hurt so much? But then again, I had no right to be hurt. It's my fault that I told him. He had every right to keep secrets. But it still hurted. I tried to make deep cuts so that the physical pain would drown the emotional pain. It didn't work too well.

"Well, (Y/N). You knew it all along didn't you? You knew that Uncle Erwin won't live forever. You knew that the next step in your dream for happiness was having a family. You knew that you fell in love with Levi heichou as you kept talking to him every single day about your views. You wanted him to return the feelings and you were fooled by his politeness." my mind taunted me. I was being naive yet again and I knew it. I knew that I had to suppress my emotions. I had to be strong and follow the plan that heichou mentioned. I had to stop hurting myself.

With that, I decided that I shouldn't cut myself anymore because I had an expedition the next day. I bandaged myself up and got out of the bedroom to find Petra sitting on my bed. "We need to talk," she told me with a glare. I couldn't see the sweetness on her face that I encountered numerous times when I first joined the survey corps.

Levi POV

I pushed Petra away but (Y/N) had already stormed off. Great. Now I'll have to explain things to her. I don't want any new rumor to spread and for some unknown reason, I felt guilty about the whole thing. It was just a weird lingering feeling that I couldn’t get rid of ever since I saw the pain in her eyes. This hurted her feelings for some reason and I didn't want her to be hurt. Maybe because I felt bad about her past. "I'm not interested in you Petra. Please don't do anything like this again because you already made things awkward. You're a talented soldier and it would be bad for the squad if I have to transfer you." I told Petra calmly but coldly. "You love her don't you? Ofcourse. I'm sorry." Petra' voice cracked as tears left her eyes but there was a certain anger in her voice.

"It's best if you go now. You embarrassed yourself enough" I told her, being colder than I intended to be. Why did I react this way to a simple assumption that she made? After dismissing her, I planned to see (Y/N) and explain things to her but as Petra walked out, Erwin walked in and mentioned, "Levi, we have things to discuss about the expedition tomorrow". Why did I feel so worried about what (Y/N) might think? Why do I feel the need to explain myself? I should be allowed to kiss whoever I want but why do I feel this guilt? I got stuck in a meeting with Erwin but in the back of my mind, what Petra told me kept ringing. Am I in love with (Y/N)?

(Y/N) POV

"What do you want Petra?" I asked her calmly even if thousands of thoughts were dashing through my head. I'm not the only one who he talked about his past to. He must have told her. Why did I tell him my secret? Why did I expect to be seen as someone special? What was I thinking? I had no right to have any expectations from him. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have fallen in love with him. "Stay away from Levi, (Y/N). He's my boyfriend. If I see you alone with him again, trust me, you'll regret it." Petra told me with a glare.

"I don't have anything to do with Levi heichou, Petra. You don't have to act like a jealous girlfriend." I stated calmly even if her words felt like a hundred knives piercing me for some unknown reason.

"Really (Y/N)? You seriously think I didn't notice the special treatment he gives you? He punishes you the least among everyone else. He actually talks to you a lot about God knows what! He even trains you personally! He...he smiled at you that day when you made a...a fucking mess and puked everywhere! You really think I don't know that you wake up that early just to talk to him? And I won't even get started with how you snagged his office's cleaning duties! No one was allowed to clean his office except himself! You're the only cadet that he actually treated as his equal! Listen, I know what you're doing here. You're trying to use your worthless sob story about the underground to steal him from me! I saw the look in your face when you saw us kissing! You love him. Don't you dare come between us (Y/N)!" she shouted at me.

I never expected Petra to act like that. "I don't have time for your bullshit." I told her coldly, took my book and got out of that room. I didn’t have the energy to deal with her.

The next day after half the expedition was over:

We were going into the woods. There was an uncomfortable silence between Petra and I and Levi didn't talk much either except for giving commands. Oluo bit his tongue already. Suddenly, I heard heavy footsteps. A titan was coming towards us. Our horses ran fast but I saw a faster different looking titan running towards us. Eren, as usual, started shouting but Levi heichou remained silent. I assumed that he had a plan, more accurately, he was probably trying to use us as bait for that titan. It seemed interested in Eren as it tried to grab him a couple of times. Were they thinking about capturing it?

The titan looked like a female. Titans usually look like males and thus, as this titan looked so different, and the fact that it seemed to have a mission to get Eren, I assumed that it was a titan shifter, like Eren. After listening to Eren shout for a while, Levi heichou asked Eren to make a decision and Petra was coaxing Eren to trust heichou like the typical nosy girlfriend. "Petra is Levi heichou's girlfriend", this thought made my stomach turn. I shouldn't feel like this. As my mind was filled with thoughts of decapitating Petra because she was annoying, the titan almost caught up with us but got showered by a lot of harpoons. They caught the titan.

Levi POV

(Y/N) didn't say a word during the whole expedition. She never talks much but the silence between her and Petra was too intense to not notice. "Did Petra do something stupid after I rejected her?" I wondered. Petra usually always tried to make a conversation with her. The events from yesterday must have changed something.

"You love her don't you?" Petra's voice rang in my head. Do I? Even if I do, I can't show it to her. My loved ones always seem to die. After the female titan was caught, I sent (Y/N) and the squad away from there with Eren. I didn't want them in harm's way. The logical thing to do would be to make (Y/N) stay because of her high potential but I didn't want her near me for now. I was confused about what Petra told me. Hell, I couldn't believe that I was even considering it.

To be continued

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Fear and Dumplings: Chapter Three

Confronting your fears for a final grade sounds unappealing but, with Yoongi as your partner, things might not be so bad.

Summary: You’re in your final semester at University when your Abnormal Psychology professor assigns you a partnered project surrounding your greatest fears. Lucky for you, your partner just so happens to be a cute boy named Min Yoongi.

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: College Au, Underground Rapper! Yoongi, Soft!!! Yoongi, Fluff!!!, some moderate angst (later), smut (later later), slow-ish? burn

Word Count: 4k

A/N: Hello friends! I hope you like the new chapter 😊

Warnings for this Chapter: mentions of fear, suggestive language and, swearing cause let’s be honest, that’s going to be a warning in every chapter.

Warnings for the Fic: mentions characters confronting their fears, characters in uncomfortable situations, emotional moments between characters, mentions of bad parenting, explicit language throughout the fic, moderate angst, and very explicit smut later in the story.

Chapter 3: Self Preservation and Spooky Ghost Powers

“Jimin move your arm, your elbow is digging into my ribs.” Jungkook whined, his brow furrowed in discomfort.

“I just wanna be close to you Jungkookie, just let me hold you.” Jimin’s laughter was that of a pixie’s: light and full of mischief.

The four of you were currently molded together in a mass of limbs on Jimin’s red pull out couch. It was Friday night and, you could think of nothing better than spending it with your three best friends, and all the shitty horror films you could find. Taehyung smirks, his arm placed casually around your shoulders as he chuckles.

“Fine, just move your stupid elbow.” Jungkook mumbles, his features turned down in discomfort but, his cheeks were painted pink at Jimin’s comment; always so easily flustered.

Jimin snickers in delight at his victory, moving his arm from off of Jungkook’s ribs to rest it on his shoulders instead. He nuzzled his pink hair head into Jungkook’s chest causing the younger man to roll his eyes.

“Be nice.” You giggled to the two boys next you, your head resting on Taehyungs shoulder. Taehyung was an easy cuddle partner, he didn’t move much and emitted so much body heat, that you swore he was part radiator.

“Ok so, is the mirror like a monster with magical powers? How does a mirror just magically have time-altering, spooky ghost powers?” Jungkook demands, his forehead wrinkled in confusion, his one free hand coming up with his inquiry.

“I have no idea but, this movie sucks.” Taehyung states bluntly, his expression that of pure disappointment.

“Hyung,” Jungkook nudges him, as Jimin intertwines his leg with his. “You said this movie was good.”

“Noooo, I said I heard it was good.” Jimin protests as he holds hand up in defense.

“Well it sucks.” Taehyung reiterates smirking, no doubt trying to cause Jimin to ignite one of his mini tantrums.

“You guys wouldn’t pick! We scrolled through Netflix for almost 45 minutes before, I said, let’s just do this one. And now I’m getting blamed? I didn’t direct the movie ok? I didn’t write it, I don’t know why the mirror has ghost powers Kookie! It just does! We like shitty horror for a reason no? Well, this is shitty so, be grateful!” Jimin is storming through his words as his puffy cheeks become more and more pink and, his chest becomes inflated with fury. By the time he finishes, the three sets of pursed lips amongst you burst open with hysterical laughter.

“Why do you always have to rile him up?” You say through the giggling, shoving into Taehyung who’s trembling with laughter.

Jungkook and Taehyung look at each other for a moment in silence before, erupting in another fit of laughter. Jimin is fighting back a smile as he shoots dagger back and forth between the two men.

“I’m sorry Jiminie.” Taehyung exhales through his laughter as he rubs a hand on Jimin’s shoulder. Jungkook presses a kiss to the pink hair on Jimin’s head, his nose nuzzling into it as he tries to contain his giggling.

“You’re both mean.” Jimin mumbles, a prominent pout taking over his features.

The four of you end up sitting through the rest of the movie and, admittedly, it was pretty terrible but, the three of you kept your mouth shut about it; choosing only to praise Jimin’s choice instead. After the conclusion of the film, you all rifle through Jimin’s extensive collection of takeout menus before choosing to order pasta from That’s Amore: a place below Jimin’s building.

“Do you think they will just bring it up here or are they expecting that we walk down there and get it ourselves?” Jungkook agonizes, his raven hair pressing into the cushion behind him.

“I’m paying the $8.95 room-delivery fee to prevent any of us from having to move.” Jimin assures him as he looks through the menu, his finger tracing over the many delicious options.

“Jimin, I’ll just run down there and get it, don’t waste your money.” You offer as you push your toes into the side of his thigh. Jimin’s face turns up in disgust as he looks over at you.

“You’re offering to leave my warm, cozy, vanilla-scented apartment to walk downstairs, into a cold, loud, parmesan encrusted building, just so I don’t have to pay $9?” Jimin’s expression is incredulous, his finger stalling on the takeout menu.

You laugh while nodding, nudging your toes against his thigh again in affirmation.

“Dude, you live on the second floor, it’s not that far, just call in for carry-out, I got it.” You insist as your fingers search blindly behind you for the black hoodie you discarded earlier.

“Yes mam.” Jimin concedes smirking, his finger dialing the number on his phone.

Roughly fifteen minutes later, Jimin receives a text, informing him that the food was ready. You pull yourself up from the warmth of the couch, cringing at the thought of following through with your plans to leave. Damn Jimin and, his cozy apartment. Swinging the door closed, you make your way out of the apartment and down the hallway towards the elevator. Literally, every single time you get into Jimin’s elevator, it’s playing the same cringey elevator song. Elevator music is fine and all but, like, at least get some sort of playlist going. The elevator approaches the lobby, the sound of the city pouring in as the main door swings open and closed. That’s Amore was straight across the lobby from the elevator and, you silently thanked your group for deciding to order in because, the line was unbelievably long.

Jimin was right, as delicious as Amore’s food was, the place did smell a little too much like cheese and, a little too much cheese, smells like feet. You wrinkle your nose as you take your place in the carry out line, pitying all of the patrons who didn’t call ahead. As your eyes scanned around the bustling business, you let your gaze fall upon the person in front of you. Messy black hair, silver dangling earrings was that…Yoongi? You feel your heart flutter slightly as you cock your head, debating on whether or not to say anything. Maybe it’s not even him? Your body leans slightly to the left to try and catch a glimpse at the possible stranger’s face. Button nose, pouty doll lips, cat-like eyes, yep, definitely Yoongi.

“Yoongi?” Your voice is a little smaller than you want it to be but, he heard you anyway. He turns around to meet the sound of his name being called before, you notice a barely visible shrink in his posture.

“Oh, hi, Y/N right?” His tone is definitely one of surprise, but the sound of his voice is so annoyingly smooth that it masks any obvious reaction.

“Yeah, I thought you lived downtown? Did you come all this way for pasta?”

He smirks, a short breathless chuckle passing his lips, nodding.

“Unfortunately, I did, my roommates are wasted and, the only thing that’s going to prevent their nasty hangovers is a shit ton of carbs.” He explains, his hand reaching up to rub behind his neck.

“You must really love your roommates if you’re willing to drive through downtown traffic for them.” The drive back through the city during this time of night was notoriously riddled with traffic. In theory, it should only take someone 15 minutes to make it across town but, with the traffic, it could take over an hour.

“It’s not out of love, it’s out of self-preservation. They are so annoying when they’re hungover and, I really don’t feel like listening to them whine for the 4th weekend in a row.” Yoongi scoffs as you mention loving his roommates, his posture shrinking again slightly as his hand continues to fiddle with the back of his neck. Cute, he was really cute.

“Besides,” He continues, “Traffic wasn’t too bad tonight anyway.”

You nod, a slight smirk curving your lips, not fully convinced. Traffic was always a nightmare.

“Well no matter what happens, at least you got some pasta out of it.” You offer, your eyes attempting to catch his murky gaze but, it’s shifting around too fast for you to do so.

“That’s true.” He concedes as the older woman at the checkout counter raises a manicured hand.

“Next in line please!” She requests, signaling Yoongi forward.

“I’ll see you in class yeah? Enjoy your night.” Yoongi’s soft voice barely peaks out over his lips as he turns around to retrieve his order.

“Yeah, you too. Good luck with those drunk roommates of yours.”

He turns back as the woman packs up his order, a smirk and a scoff making another appearance.

“Thanks.”

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You saunter into Jimin’s apartment, a playful smile on your face as you lean against the door. The bags, that were currently digging into your wrists, emitted a tantalizing smell of garlic, oregano and, cheese, causing the animals that were your friends to rush over to “help” you carry the food to the table.

“I ran into the hot guy from psych.” You announce casually, giggling as you watch your friends tear into their pasta. At your announcement, Jimin’s eyes go wide before he smirks, his brow wiggling up and down.

“Did you talk to him?” Jimin inquires, tilting his head, the smirk never faltering.

“Did you say you were sorry?” Jungkook asks around a gargantuan bite of noodles.

Taehyung rolls his eyes, nudging Kookie, traces of a fond smile playing on his lips. Jungkook’s brows furrow in confusion, his head shaking as he continues to chew.

“Yeah, we talked for a second,” You move towards the table, taking the seat between Jimin and Jungkook. “he isn’t much of a conversationalist.”

“Do you at least know his name or? Are you just going to address him directly as the ‘hot guy from psych’?” Taehyung’s brow raises, his clever mouth curved in, what you have lovingly named, his ‘know it all’ smile.

Feeling your eyes roll, you take a sip of your wine before answering.

“His name is Yoongi.” At the casual drop of his name, two of your three friends, stop eating and stare at you, many emotions playing on their faces. Jungkook is continuing the deep dive into his pasta, his teeth bearing in pity.

“Kind of a weird name but, ok.” He comments but, your focus is on the other two men who stare you in curiosity.

“Wait, Min Yoongi?” Taehyung presses, his fork stalling on his plate.

“What does he look like?” Jimin adds, exchanging a look with Taehyung that signifies they are both thinking the same thing. You shrug, your eyes narrow in confusion as you gesture to them.

“I don’t know his last name and, he’s probably like Jimin’s height, black hair, pierced ears, kind of looks like a cat?” You offer, causing Jimin to snicker and lean into Taehyung as he laughs.

“What?” There is uneasiness bubbling in your stomach as your two best friends share some kind of unspoken knowledge.

“Do you remember that group of guys who were caught smoking weed in the south province?” Taehyung responds, his prominent brow rose, challenging you.

You do remember something like that happening whilst in your second year at your university but, you didn’t really see the connection. A bunch of guys and, apparently a few girls, were apprehended at an old abandoned house when passing drivers reported that they smelled something foul coming from the property. They were arrested on misdemeanor possession and trespassing charges and, instead of paying a lofty fine, all of them opted to have flyers of their faces posted downtown, depicting their crimes. You frantically wrack your brain for the images of the perpetrators to see if you were able to connect the dots before, your jaw drops in realization.

“Holy shit.” You murmur, your mouth turning up in a grin before a fit of giggles escapes your lips. “Oh my god was he one of those kids?” Your wide eyes search Taehyung and Jimin’s expressions as they laugh along with you, nodding. There were quite a few mugshots you remember seeing downtown and Yoongi wasn’t one you remember seeing but, you had to guess that if they were bringing him up in connection with that story, that he was obviously involved somehow.

“Oh god, maybe that’s why he always acts so nervous, he’s probably waiting for me to recognize him.” Your giggling falters a bit; another realization comes over you that causes your expression to fall slightly. “Wait that’s kind of shitty though, like I get that what they did was wrong but, that’s pretty humiliating.”

Taehyung splutters on his grape juice as he scoffs.

“Are you kidding me? They loved it! They went viral on twitter; they made t shirts with their mugshots on it!” Taehyung and Jimin are still chuckling as, Jungkook finally looks up from his food, realization finally reaching his features.

“Oh yeah,” Jungkook’s tone draws out the word, as a cheeky smile appears. “I got some good memes out of that. I’ll never let Jay live that down.”

“Wait, how do you guys know so much about it? That was more of a local story than national news.” The question passes your lips as you reach for another breadstick. Taehyung lets out another laugh as he looks over at Jungkook.

“We had a fraternity brother, Jay,” He nods to Jungkook, connecting the dots between Jungkook’s previous statement and his own. “, who transferred to your campus sophomore year. I think he was only here for 3 months before, he was caught up. He called us the day they were released, laughing his ass off.” Taehyung shakes his head, chuckling as he takes another sip of juice. “He’s an idiot but, he sent us free t shirts so, I wasn’t mad. Honestly, it sounds a lot worse than it actually was. Jay told me that they had less than a gram on them and, not everyone was smoking. Jay was but, most of them weren’t so, maybe your darling Yoongi was just guilty by association.” He offers, wiping his hands on the napkin.

Jimin giggles again, smacking Taehyung’s arm, his demeanor absolutely delighted. You roll your eyes, scrapping the last bit of pasta into your mouth.

“I’m sure he was lighting up with the rest of them.” You admit, smirking. The thought of Yoongi smoking wasn’t exactly appealing to you but, you weren’t going to judge him based on some stupid decision he made his sophomore year.

“Jay’s was in my 2nd tier modern dance class when it happened and, the day he came back, the girls were all over him.” Jimin chimes in, throwing back more wine. “Honestly, Y/N how did you not know it was him? It was all over campus.”

The answer was simple: your University was huge. There were over 45,000 students attending your school and, considering the fact that Yoongi was a music major, the two of you weren’t likely to cross paths.

“I’ve honestly never seen him before; we’re in completely different programs. Have you ever talked to him?” You inquired, looking at Jimin. You couldn’t understand why you were so curious. Yoongi was hot yes but, there were a lot of hot guys in the world. His appearance didn’t really offer any insight as to why you wished you knew more about him. He was just, interesting.

“He’s been in a few of my classes over the years but, as you said, he’s kind of quiet. I’m surprised you managed to have a conversation with him.” Jimin adds, his expression still holding a bit of humor.

“Well he’s my partner for our final project so, we kind of have to talk to each other.” You explain causing Taehyung and Jimin to ignite with mischief. Again.

“At least, the two of you will have plenty of time to get to know each other then.” Taehyung’s tone is suggestive, his tongue clicking in his mouth at his innuendo.

“Here’s hoping it’s a lengthy and difficult project.” Jimin raises his wine glass before chugging the last of the sweet liquid.

“Why would you hope for something like that?” Jungkook finally chimes in again, the confusion returning to his face before he lifts his juice box up. “I hope the project goes well Y/N, finish strong so, we can all finally YEET out of school together.” At that, you giggle, tapping your wine glass against Jungkook’s juice box.

“Thanks Kookie.”

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“Alright guys, so, last class we got to know our partners and hopefully, you all exchanged some form of contact information now,” Professor James moves through the room with ease as he speaks, his brown eyes scanning the room for confirmation.

The rest of your weekend had flown by, as you had spent the entirety of it at Jimin’s apartment; wanting to spend as much time as possible with Jungkook and Taehyung before, you had to say goodbye to them until graduation. Monday was a drag, so you were thankful that your Tuesday’s were much more interesting. Yoongi was sat in the seat beside you claiming, that, ‘I might as well sit next to you so, neither of us will have to get up.’ Eyes glancing in his direction, you tried to mask the smile forming on your mouth as you recall the new information you had learned over the weekend. It was hard to believe that someone who literally looked like a kitten, could have been involved in scandalous activity. Min Yoongi: the troublemaker, you had to admit, it suited him.

“So, today I want to get into how the project actually works. You and your partner will begin by reviewing each others fear hierarchies, which I will be handing back today,” He holds up the stack of papers up in his hand “Well done by the way, no one submitted plans for crocodile wrestling.” He jests, adjusting the glasses on his face before, continuing. “After you review each others hierarchies, you will need to assemble some sort of outline for how this project should play out. Now remember, although I am not condoning any dangerous activity, I am encouraging that you do your best to study your fear as close as possible. My goal isn’t to change you or even to diminish your fear response. My goal and, the objective of this project is to show that there are ways you can become more comfortable with certain,” Professor James emphasize the word. “unpleasant situations, like looking at a spider or, taking an elevator to the top floor of a tall building.”

He moves to the front of the room, adjusting his argyle printed blazer as he leans against his desk. “My suggestion is that you and your partner each approach one fear at a time. As I mentioned previously, I am expecting the exposures to be light. I’m not expecting you to go bungee jumping or deep-sea diving but, with that being said, if you choose to confront a fear directly, please do so safely and with the assistance of a professional. If any of you are seeing a therapist or a counselor, I encourage you to speak with them before and after the experience. Overall, I would prefer that you focus on documenting how you feel during this process whilst supporting your partner along the way.”

Yoongi shifts in his seat, his long fingers coming up to rub behind his neck as his eyes stay locked onto Professor James. His gaze was almost innocent as he stared at your professor: eyes wide and glossy.

“I’m going to start handing these back to you and, I want you and your partner to share your list and, then decide when you will conduct your first planned exposure. I will need you to submit the date to me by the end of the class so, I can award participation points.”

The shuffling of paper is heard throughout the room as Professor James hands off the stack of papers to those seated in the front row. Your paper comes back to you a moment later with a red check mark at the top, signifying that the list was approved. Shifting slightly in your seat, your fingers pull down on the bottom of your sweatshirt before, nodding to Yoongi.

“Did he write any notes on yours?” You inquire. Yoongi shakes his head, his eyes trained on his list before, he looks up at you.

“No, what about you?” His features are in their usual place: uninterested, sleepy, ethereal, etc. Though, this time, he at least made an effort to continue the conversation, no matter how small that effort might be.

“No, I think I’m good. Did you want to trade papers really quick?” You offer, your hand extending out to hand him your list. Yoongi eyes it suspiciously, your paper reaching his desk before, presumably deciding to hand over his list. You can’t contain your curiosity as your eyes frantically scan the piece of notebook paper, the curiosity burning inside of you.

1. Dyeing My Hair

2. Roller Coasters

3. The Ocean

4. Horror Movies

5. Night Clubs

You were relieved that Yoongi also opted to list five fears because, not only did it work out for the project’s sake but, it also made you feel like less of a baby. Yoongi’s features curve up in amusement as he reads your list and, you can already sense the question that is about to pass his lips.

“Opera, really?” Yoongi snickers as you roll your eyes, your expression one of incredulity.

“Look, I have my reasons ok? Once I tell you the story, it will make perfect sense.” You insist as Yoongi cackles lightly. He has the strangest laugh. It was sort of maniacal, like a child who got away with stealing the last cookie from the cookie jar. However, it was fucking endearing just, like everything else he does so, you can’t help but, giggle along with him as your finger zooms down to point at his list.

“What about you huh? Dyeing your hair? What’s so scary about that?” You pester, playing him at his own game.

“Look, I have my reasons ok? Once I tell you the story, it will make perfect sense.” Yoongi repeats as he attempts to imitate your tone, and, in return, he gets an eraser thrown his direction causing his rickety laughter to make another appearance.

The two of you decide to meet at your apartment on Thursday night as, Yoongi wasn’t free tonight and you weren’t free Wednesday night; Jimin had asked you to come over to help him decide what costume to wear for his dance showcase later that month so, Wednesday was a no-go. Yoongi writes Thursday’s date on the paper and, drops it onto Professor James’s as the class finishes up. He seems like he was rushed so, you didn’t bother trying to say goodbye as he wove his way in and out of the crowd. You had to admit that these morsels of conversation weren’t really cutting it. Silence was much appreciated in your world however, conversing with Yoongi was interesting. He was witty and surprising and, as cliché as it sounded, he was different than most of the guys you had encountered lately. Adjusting the backpack on your shoulder, you begin to make your way back to your apartment, secretly relishing in the knowledge that Yoongi, and his pretty stupid mouth, would at least be in your world for the remainder of the semester.

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vintagegoddess12 · 6 years

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Radioactive Salvation

[Cordelia Goode x Reader]

A/N: Thanks for waiting y’all and the support. This chapter is for all those Michael x Reader stans out there. This is like long haha Hope you enjoy. We’ll get some witch interrogation next chapter so watch out for that

Tagging: @cordeliasflowergirl

Part 1 Part 2

CHAPTER THREE

MICHAEL’S P.O.V

You were running. And running. And running. Hoping to whatever you believe in to save you. Two men were after you, carrying a knife and a pistol. I followed the commotion yet maintaining my distance. I was taking comfort in the wilderness, calling for strength and guidance to my father. I am lost. I am alone. The only woman who loved me just joined him, no thanks to that soon to be dead Supreme of the Coven, Cordelia. She will burn, I swear. Then I heard the rustle of the leaves and pleading cries of woman. It was you. The forces in the forest suddenly shifted - as if it's all coming to you. The clouds were getting darker and the winds getting colder. Birds started flying away, feeling the brewing storm. "You would never get away, witch!" Shouted the guy with a pistol. He fired in your direction but missed. Silly, mortal. I followed wherever you go, quite enjoying the sight of a witch suffering. It started to rain, hard. I'm guessing you're the one doing it. There were thunder and lightning every now then. You were powerful enough to conjure a strong storm and I found that interesting. Unfortunately, you tripped due to the slippery grass and the men after you, I'm guessing are witch hunters, caught you. "You think you're so clever, with your rain and lightning," the man with the knife then sliced open your clothes. "We've never tried it with a witch," the pistol guy smirked, evilness evident in his eyes. "There's always a first time for everything," the knife guy continued slicing your clothes. "Please, don't. I meant no harm," you cried. I can feel that you're scared. Soon enough you will be on survival mode. I can then know what you're really made of. Maybe it was the presence of my father or my proximity that heightened their carnal desires. The guy holding a pistol placed himself on top of you. He started humping and grunting, taking advantage of you. Tears keep falling out of your eyes. I was about to step in and stop them when I heard your cries. "Cordelia, please. Save me, Delia. I need you." You keep calling her name. I stepped back in the shadows and decided not to meddle. You witches can fight your own battles. You kept squirming under them, begging them to stop. Tears and rain glistened in your face with the setting sun. One guy finished and still no sign of your Cordelia. The guy with the knife started his turn and you saw it as a chance to fight even more but he was having none of your defiance. So he stabbed you in the stomach. To my surprise, you retaliated. You sent them both flying backwards. This is the main attraction. You still tried to escape but they fired a shot, and this time it hit you. You fell but stood up once more, drenched in blood and water. I can see the life flowing out of your body, little by little but there was something different in you this time. It's not self-preservation that keeps you standing, not anymore. Its rage. You stood your ground, unafraid that they are approaching you. You're a fighter. You raised your hand and uttered with great conviction what would be your last word. "Descensum," as you flicked your finger. Those bastards fell to the ground and I'm sure they're not getting up anytime soon. You just sent them to hell. I didn't know you can use that spell to someone else. A small smile spread to my face. You fell, staying motionless on the ground and the rain stopped falling already. I approached your lifeless body. Your last moments here on earth were tragic, to say the least, and yet there is peace in your face. I need to know who you are and determine if I can use you against Cordelia. I looked into you and your life flashed before my eyes. You were in a house and man was leaving You were banging in a door, hoping for the woman behind to open it. You were weeping and burying the same woman. You're in the academy for witches. You keep meeting Cordelia in the middle of the night. You kissed her. You are her lover! You saw her with Misty Day You stepped out of the academy. You saw two men and ran. You cursed them. Then you saw nothing. You are more than just a powerful witch. You own the Supreme's heart. A heart for a heart. I can definitely use you and your powers but first, I need to bring you back from the dead. Few hours have passed and I keep thinking what I would do to you. I can burn you in front of your Supreme, the way she took my Ms. Mead. Maybe I can make you kill her. Or I can dangle you in front of her. A lot of ideas are running in my head but the most important is for you to wake up. Your loud scream caught my attention. I rushed to your side and asked how you are feeling. "Everything...ahh...hurts," you cried. "Why does everything hurt?" "Y/n, I saved you. I brought you back to life." "Who are..y..you? Where am I? How do you know who I am?" Panic evident in your voice. "I'm Michael. You're in my Ms. Meade's house and room." I honestly answered. "I saw you in the woods being terrorized by two men." You paused for a while, trying to take in everything. You looked in to my eyes, as if you're trying to search for something. You're eyes then went wide, as if realizing something. "You're the Antichrist!" You stood up from the bed and tried to get away. You're leaving. I can't let you get away, not when there's one hell of a future ahead of us.

I grabbed your arm and said sternly, "there's no use in leaving, y/n." You stopped and looked at me, puzzled.

Everyone in my life either wanted me dead or died for me. When I breathed life into you, a part of me became a part of yours and I can’t handle losing a part of me, not anymore. I summoned all the courage inside me and took a deep breath. "Your life is now meant to be lived by my side." --- And you did just that for 3 years or so. I built the Cooperative and the Outposts from the ground for my believers, with you by my side. I would wake up in the morning with you smiling in the kitchen, preparing my Ms. Meade's signature french toast, with no trace of ill-feelings in your eyes. Your smile would be sometimes enough to erase the troubles in my mind after a very bad day. You even sometimes assist me in making the protocols to save the believers for the end of the world. A total 180 degree shift of character from the woman who tried to get away from me one night. You do not show fear from the evil inside me. You treat and look at me as an equal. Sometimes I even wonder if what you are showing is real because it's just to good to be true - you're too good to be true. You were like a ray of sunshine amidst the crowd of people with literal dark hearts and souls. Despite the darkness flowing in your body - the rage, the pain, and the disappointments of your previous life - you still manage to be as loving and caring as before. You were my light. And I couldn't just let you go. When Cordelia asked why were you with me, I felt like I had to prove a point - I had to make sure that your very presence hurts her. “She’s with me, Cordelia.”I paused and looked for her reaction. “She chose to be with me. Not your coven, not with you.” She stopped for a moment, closing her eyes. "She is a Salem witch, Michael. She belongs to the coven." She tried to reason out. How I hope you can see the desperation in her eyes? I shook my head and started going down the stairs. "With you, yes, she is a witch who belongs to a coven," I stared intently to her. My intimidation skills have been effective, thanks to you. I stood in front of her. "but with me, she is the coven." The puzzled look of everyone in the room fueled my amusement. "What are you trying to say?" the former hollywood actress, Madison, inquired. "I think that could only mean one thing, dear," the old redhead witch chimed in, staring directly to the back of her Cordelia, "he's going to try and make her Supreme." The younger witch I saved from hell huffed as she crossed her arms in front of her chest and clenched her jaw. I can feel a tinge of jealousy in her. "Though that would not be possible because she has been a traitor to the coven. She will be burned at the stake." Cordelia remained silent after her auntie's - or should I say mother figure - comments. I turned my attention back to the witch who started it all and asked coyly, "Will you let her burn, Cordelia?" I quite enjoy putting emphasis in her name and using it as an insult. "No witch is above the laws of the coven," she replied, trying to conceal whatever she's feeling. A small smile formed in my face. "3 years later and you still choose the coven over her," Cordelia clenched her jaw, "no wonder she left you." That seemed to trigger a response greater than words from her. Balls of fire formed from the lit torches inside the common area and started to go in my direction but not before it was extinguished to nothing but vapor. Cordelia looked behind her to see who blocked her magic, only to find you standing with your eyes closed. You opened your eyes and smiled, not minding that you just intercepted the most powerful witch's magic caused by rage. "Shall we not kill each other before dinner," you glanced at everyone. "I did prepared a sumptuous meal." The witches looked among themselves, deciding whether they must eat before they attack us . The television personality and voodoo queen, Dinah Stevens, knew well enough not to meddle with these affairs, thus she remained in her dark corner. "Can we just eat, please? I haven't had anything for dinner." The entitled rich witch, Coco plead. If we were in Limbo, gluttony is her greatest sin. Myrtle gave a resigned look. Madison looked at you with her signature bitch face, "Okay, we'll eat. In one condition." You raised a brow. "We'll have a question and answer portion after." You looked shocked for a brief moment but returned and plastered smile in your face. "I don't see any problem with that," you replied, ever the gracious hostess. So do I. Mallory led them to dining area but you remained standing in the middle of the hall. I walked towards you and acknowledged the concerned look in your eye. "No violence, Michael." You reminded me. The smile in your lips turned in to a frown before you said, "We'll have to talk about the death of three witches later, too." "As far as I know, I'm only responsible for two of them, darling." My reply caused you more confusion than clarity, as evidenced in your face. "Ms. Meade," I called and felt her walk towards us. "Would you mind making a swift sweep of the premises? There might be an intruder." She nod her head and started. "Does that satisfy you?" I asked. You let out a breath and faced the dining area. "It does," you replied, "and now,- -let's have our last supper."

#Cordelia Goode #cordelia goode x reader #cordelia goode imagine #AHS #ahs imagine #ahs coven #ahs apocalypse #michael langdon #michael langdon x reader #madison montgomery #myrtle snow #coco st. pierre vanderbilt #dinah stevens #angst #witch #antichrist #cordelia foxx #zoe benson

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Candlenights Kitchen a candelnights giftswap fic for @salty-angel! I hope you enjoy. sorry for the slight delay, and thank you to @kravalicious for organizing this! <3

In the chaos of a very busy kitchen, the faint shouting of a stone went nearly unnoticed. Thankfully, at least one of the occupants wasn’t preoccupied with tossing a pan or perfecting a dish, although that was mostly because he had been banned for burning food so badly it had been stuck to the pan. Twice. In Taako’s favorite pan.

“You arrest people for dead crimes,” Taako had said, prodding Kravitz in the chest with a failing but valiant attempt to conceal his laughter. “I’m arres— exiling you, for burn crimes.”

Kravitz had rolled his eyes at the time, but now he appreciated having an excuse to sit back and watch Taako and Lup move together in a dizzying frenzy as he distractedly flipped through some semi-important reports. The twins moved like their own miniature planar system, spinning through the demanding dance of holiday meal-making with ease. Even the quivering buzz and flashing runes of the stone on the table beside Kravitz took a moment to pull his attention away.

Shaking himself out of it, Kravitz picked up the stone of farspeech — Taako’s, he was pretty sure.

As he did, Lup raised her voice as she excitedly retold one of the Reaper Squad’s many adventures in condemning necromancy. “The guy had the nerve to lie straight to our faces with the evidence sitting right behind him!” Lup shouted over to her brother, loud enough to be heard over the sizzling of vegetables and hot oil in her pan. Unfortunately, she was also loud enough to completely obscure whoever was speaking through the stone.

Kravitz pressed a finger against the stone anyway. “Hello?” he said, not quite as loudly as he could’ve. He didn’t want to distract the cooks.

“Didn’t even need a Zone of Truth to figure that one out!” Taako said cheerfully and also quite loudly from across the room, drowning out the stone’s response with his cackling and the clang of utensils against a pot.

Dropping the stone from his face, Kravitz gave up on trying to hear over the natural ruckus of the kitchen and called out, “I’m stepping away for a moment!”

Lup glanced over to him, cocking her head to the side as he made his way out of the kitchen. “I thought we didn’t have work—?”

“No, yeah — no, it’s not work related. Just taking a call while you’re all clearly too busy to do so,” Kravitz tossed over his shoulder as he turned the corner and strode down the hall, ignoring Taako’s snorted response.

He headed to the living room, listening to the twins’ clattering die down with distance and the stone’s tones come through more clearly without other obfuscating sound. The hall didn’t stretch too long, before opening up into the room, but it was decorated lightly with small shelves of knickknacks and portraits, shiny things that gleamed and images depicting stars and worlds and the bright smiles of a family with a firm, unceasing world beneath their feet at last.

“—y side of things,” the stone of farspeech chimed in casually from his hand. “We’ve picked up Carey and Killian. Ango said he’d get back on his own, though. Said he didn’t want to bring the Starblaster down in front of the school, it’d cause too much trouble.”

The voice was easily recognizable as Magnus Burnsides. Of course. Kravitz tapped the rune as he brought it closer to his face. “Hey, Magnus.”

“Oh, hey, Kravitz! Thought it was you that picked up a moment ago.” There was a small laugh, and then, “So, I take it that the twins are — super busy, with the meal and stuff?”

“Got it in one. I think they’ve got unseen servants helping out or something, it’s been pretty noisy.”

Magnus snorted. “I’d be surprised if they’d let an unseen servant do more than grab stuff, and that’s what the, uh, glowing hand spell is for. Mage Hand, I mean. Anyway, I was saying that we’ve got everyone except Angus, who insisted we didn’t, so we’ll be flying straight for you and we’ll probably be there in, oh, maybe an hour or so. Actually…” His voice grew a little fainter, as though he were shouting off to the side. “Daven— Cap’nport! Hey, Captain! When’re we landing?” After a moment of indistinct burbling in the background, Magnus’ voice returned in full loud and booming force, declaring, “About half an hour!”

That was plenty of time to get dinner ready. “I’ll let them know,” Kravitz said, just as the air began to tear apart in front of him.

Despite its abrupt appearance, the reaper was familiar enough with this particular type of portal that he only stepped away a bit to make space as Barry emerged from the rip in space. Barry sealed it quickly behind him, his scythe dissipating as he did so.

Kravitz nodded at him. He figured there was nothing wrong, since Barry didn’t look distressed, but just to make sure, he asked, “Everything fine?”

“Yeah, we’re good for the n— the rest of the night.” Barry smiled, and then noticed the pulsing rock in Kravitz’s hand. “Who — who’s on the stone with you?”

“Is that Barry?” Magnus said.

“Magnus,” Kravitz said just an instant too late, unnecessarily. He handed the stone over to Barry with a wry smile. “They’ll be here in thirty minutes. I’m going to update Taako and Lup real quick, be right back.”

Barry nodded, watched him leave, and looked back down on the stone. “Magnus, bud?”

“Yeah?”

“Remind Merle to leave our b— Candlenights bush alone this year, will you? Before you get here.”

Magnus snorted. “Yeah, I‘ll make sure he remembers that that’s off limits. Until it comes time to open the presents.”

“Until after Candlenights.”

“Until after Candlenights, at which point he’ll probably take it off your hands to replant it. I’m pretty sure he knows, but since he’s — he’s. Wait,” Magnus said, a strange tone creeping into his words. “Wait just a second. Holy shit. I just remembered. Merle. Merle is Santa.”

Barry attempted to make sense of the last three words out of Magnus’ mouth and failed miserably, in part because he refused to believe it. “He’s what?”

“Merle is Santa. We accidentally killed the last Santa last year, on accident—”

“You killed who?”

“—and the title, the duty and stuff that came with being Santa was technically passed onto Merle—”

“Oh, gods,” Barry said, somewhat awed of how little he knew of this world despite spending years here, and also somewhat horrified. “There’s a Santa here? And — you killed him?”

It struck him that maybe — well, he recalled the strange disappearance of that package he’d meant to give the three boys (but had been unable to, due to the lich ward) and the small note he’d found in its place, a tiny slip of a thing that had read, A humble gift for the only lich to ever be on my nice list! It’s rare to find someone’s Candlenights wish to be for someone else to receive a gift, but that’s easy enough to do! —S.C.

Only the distraction of the Philosopher Stone’s eminent danger had stopped him from stressing out about the apparently delivered gift at the time.

It’s been three years since. Barry hadn’t thought about that in what felt like ages, but the existence of Santa cast it in a slightly more reassuring light.

And a slightly distressing light, actually, because Magnus had apparently killed this person — with, Barry assumed, the help of Taako and Merle, because the three of them had often went on strange adventures together even after the Day of Story and Song.

“Does — is Santa supposed to do anything special?” Magnus asked, sounding faintly strained. “I really hope not. The previous guy seemed pretty chill.”

“I-I really doubt not, since it’s Santa on Candlenights Eve,” Barry said. “Oh, shit. We gotta — is Merle with you?”

“On the ship, yeah. Should I tell him?”

“Yes, absolutely. Go tell him and maybe make — er, come up with ideas for gifts or something. Or we can talk when you get here, I don’t—”

“I’ll remind him,” Magnus promised. “See you soon!”

Barry shook his head, took a moment to marvel at the insanity his family managed to get themselves into, and then tucked the stone in a pocket as he made his way to the kitchen and poked his head in. Immediately, the smell of delicious food swamped him, but he pushed that aside for a moment. It was quieter now, the stovetops quiet as the cooking wrapped up. “Hey, Taako?”

Taako, who was in the middle of plating another dish with Lup on a line of shimmering others that were probably spelled for preservation, looked up. So did Kravitz, who was nearby. “Yeah?”

“Is Merle Santa?”

“Is — oh. He was a year ago.” Taako shrugged over Lup’s baffled expression, and in that moment of distraction, Kravitz reached over and scooped a bit of mashed potato up with his finger, shoving it in his mouth before Taako could stop him. “Yeah, he got the bag and suit and whole thing. We even delivered a present to a kid in an ice keep. Krav— you’re not going to have any room left for the actual meal, you know.”

“You underestimate me,” was Kravitz’s very self-satisfied response as he licked his finger clean, to Taako’s chagrin. And then, “Since when was Merle Santa?”

“I can’t believe you never said anything about this,” Lup interjected, utterly amused.

Taako huffed. “Listen, it was last year and our costumes faded after a while so we never really thought about it afterwards. What about it, Barold?”

“Didn’t you think that maybe being Santa would come with som— certain, certain responsibilities?” Barry said.

“Yeah, but we did it,” he replied, entirely missing the point. “Gave a kid a gift.”

“Candlenights comes every year, Taako—”

“I know that—”

“And I think Santa gives gifts to more than one kid, so — uh, so maybe there’s something that should be maybe done this evening before the actual Candlenights day comes around?”

Taako narrowed his eyes, looked down at the layout of dishes on the counter, and then back up, and then down, and then up at Barry again. “Nobody’s going anywhere until after dinner, because I spent all fucking day on this beautiful feast,” he declared, swatting Kravitz’s hand away when he tried to sneak another bite, “but after, okay, sure, let’s... get presents from somewhere and throw them at children.”

“Ooh,” Lup said, sitting up abruptly with the sparkle of an idea in her eyes. “If Merle’s Santa Claus, then the Starblaster could be the sleigh.”

“Hell yes.” Taako sounded thrilled by this particular spin on the situation. “Let’s book it at full— at top speed around the whole world, raining down presents from above. I can definitely, deffo get behind that.”

Barry was pretty sure Davenport wouldn’t be pleased with using the ship in such a somewhat irreverent way — and then promptly remembered that their captain loved Candlenights. As serious as he was, he did adore the holiday more than most people Barry knew, so. That might actually work.

Grinning, Kravitz leaned over to press a kiss to Taako’s cheek, wrapping his arms loosely around Taako’s waist, snug and gentle. “First you save Faerûn, and now you’re going to save Candlenights? How generous of you, love.”

“I was already saving Candlenights with all this food,” Taako drawled, but Barry easily picked up on the slight smile tugging at his lips, the utter lack of tension in his posture as he eyed the dish in front of him. Patting Kravitz’s arm with one hand, Taako added, “Alright, bones, help us get this set up — not the food, you’re banned, grab the drinks — and we’ll, I don’t know, figure it out the rest when everyone gets here. You too, Barold.”

Kravitz snorted. “And worry about the Santa problem later? It’s only the joy of probably millions of children on the line,” he teased.

“Have you seen the weather outside? Taako’s good in here. Where it’s warm. Merle can handle that when he gets here.”

With a smile, Barry brushed past Lup and gestured at the plate, causing it to lift into the air as he picked up two more, careful not to tilt or spill anything. “Do you want them to be set in a specific order, or—?”

“Nah,” Lup said. “We can rearrange them afterwards. Thanks, babe.” She topped off another dish and held her hand over it for a moment, smiling at the brush of warm air against her palms for a moment. Then, she traced the edge of the plate with a finger and whispered a quiet spell to pause the steam rising off of the dish.

The front door creaked open as Barry carefully transferred the meal to the dining room, a bit of cold air creeping in before it was quickly shut. “I’m home!” called the familiar voice of Angus, the boy quickly peeling off his thick jacket and scurrying deeper in.

He darted down the hall and beamed upon spotting Barry, his arms full of food.

“Welcome back,” Barry said. “They’re in the kitchen.” And then, projecting his voice, “Angus is here!”

“Dope!” Taako called back. “Agnus, how’s it looking out there?”

“Cold, but no snow yet. Everyone else shouldn’t have an issue getting here,” Angus responded, not bothering to correct Taako on his name anymore; he’d long figured that that was Taako’s way of trying to be subtle about his affection. He trotted over to poke his head in the kitchen, quickly spotting Taako, Lup, and Kravitz. “Happy Candlenights Eve, sirs and ma’am!”

Taako, in the midst of balancing four plates on his arms, grinned back. “Happy Candlenights Eve. Snow or not, it’s gonna be a good one.” He paused, and then added wryly, “Worst case we can just ask Merle to Control Weather or something, I guess.”

Laughter broke through the room, warm and comfortable. Worries were set aside for the moment as they anticipated the arrival of the rest of their family, knowing that the Starblaster’s passengers would bring even more joy to them than a sleigh would.

#salty angel #kravalicious #tazgiftexchange2018 #popped back to tumblr real quick for this—#all my tags are gone rip ip #taz balance

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fairyscribbles · 7 years

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Guardian - Protective Seal. (TAO, pt. 3) [Chronicles of the Wolf Series]

You will really hate me for this part guys!

WARNING: SELF-HARM.

I was also wondering....how would you feel about a BTS installment in the CotW world? ^^ let me know!

You glared at the two wolves animously. How could they be so calm? So passive, when there is direct harm to the pack and these two wolves are saying that you should just stay put and do nothing against the witch that is causing harm to the new mate?

"I can't believe you two." You snarled, your hands balling into fists. Tao sighed, shaking his head.

"Babe...don't do this." His voice sounded defeated, like he didn't really want to fight anymore, but there is no way you would back down at this.

"No, Tao. We need to step into action. The things will only become worse. She got into Subin's house! What are you waiting for, until she possesses one of us?" You exclaimed, throwing your hands in the air.

"I know she can't take control over you, but she can damn well control me and believe me, it wouldn't take her long to kill someone through my hands."

Tao grabbed hold of your hands, uncurling your frustrated fists and drawing you into his arms. "Baobei..." You gritted your teeth against the desire to lean into him. "Please. We can't do that right now, and I don't want you to get hurt."

You groaned. "Do you think I want you guys to get hurt? Why do you think I'm suggesting this?"

At Tao's sigh, Junmyeon spoke up. "___... Thank you. I'm.. glad you want to help protect the family. But you are part of it, so that means keeping yourself safe too."

You stiffened, turning to the alpha with your forehead creased. "But-"

Junmyeon smiled, shaking his head. "I would appreciate it if for now, we focus on keeping her out. Once any plans for destroying her come up, believe me, you'll be one of the first to know."

You sighed, giving in to the urge to lean into Tao's embrace. "F-fine..."

You waited for Junmyeon to walk out of the room, and just as the doors closed shut you growled, pulling away from Tao and getting down on your knees, looking for something under the couch. You could feel Tao's watching gaze on your back.

"Baobei? What are you doing?" You ignored him, pulling out the heavy suitcase that you hid under there after you moved in.

"Where is this from?" Tao sounded alarmed when you opened it and you couldn't blame him. The suitcase was full of herbs and metal that was used to fight against the supernatural, including werewolves and witches.

"I met up with my brother." You told him shortly, searching through the material for the right things.

"He gave me this. With this, I can kill the witch and this can all be behind us." You heard Tao groan in frustration.

"Babe...no. Come on, just let it be for now." How could you? You didn't tell him, but the other victim of the witch was you. She gave you nightmares, planted them in your mind before you slept and you dreamed of horrible things- most of them about your mate. Most of them about your mate taking advantage of you or killing you. If the dream didn't include Tao raping you, it certainly was filled with his dangerous fangs sunken deep in your neck, ripping out flesh.

You needed to kill her. You needed to stop this witch before she broke you completely.

"___." Tao's voice was now hard, and you heard him approaching you. And it had your mind screeching in panic.

"Stay out of this, Tao." You snarled, keeping the sharp silver knife between you and him.

You didn't need anything else to ruin this. Tao was good to you, and he deserved nothing less from you. You knew this.

But it was so hard not to react to your preservation instincts when all you dreamed of was him attacking you.

"____." His voice was nearly a growl, and you had to clench your fists around the knife to keep it still. "Put the knife down and tell me what's going on."

You shook your head, shakily. Unfortunately. "No. Stay out of it. I just need to... I need to be rid of her."

Tao's eyes were a cautious amber as he watched you, his gaze flickering from the knife to your face and back. Guilt slid over your body when you watched him- he tried so hard to be gentle and caring and loving toward you but those dreams were so...so real. You could even recall the way his hands shackled your wrists when you tried to fight back, the horrible pain if his fangs sliding into your skin, marking you forcibly..it was all burned in your brains, making it impossible to forget.

"___." Tao's voice was much calmer, much more rational now.

"Please, just put down the knife and talk to me. What's happening?" You didn't even realize you were shaking until you looked at the blade quiver. Your eyes felt heavy and when you shook your head, tears fell.

"I...I can't, I-..."

"____."

His voice was overflowing with worry, and the knife clattered to the floor when your grip got too flimsy. With a gasp, you found yourself in Tao's embrace, his arms pulling you tight against him to try and tamp down the harsh breaths caused by your tears.

He spoke to you in a rush of his native language, tone hushed and comforting. All you could manage to pick up were his common names of endearment for you interspersed with a slur of concerned syllables. And at the end, "Please, tell me what I can do..."

You could easily understand why he was distressed- this was the first time you cried in front of him. Not ever, not even when he injured you, did you shed a tear and now, you were just positively bawling in his arms.

"I can't...I can't take it...she has to be destroyed, she..." you were shaking your head, holding onto him just as tight as he held you.

"What? What are you talking about?"

"The witch...she...she needs to go, or I'll...I don't know what to do, she...oh my god, Tao..."

His eyes were shifting to red, and despite your panic, you understood it was from frustration. Anger that the witch was doing this to you. "Tell me what she's doing, baobei."

You shook your head, and in an uncharacteristic way, you avoided speaking entirely by burying your head into his neck. You focused on trying to still your quaking muscles, glad that Tao silently wrapped his arms around you to try and keep you warm.

His grating voice didn't sound again for another few moments. "...It's me, isn't it..?"

"Wh-what?"

He brushed your hair back. "She's using me against you."

"Wh-why would you say that?"

"The way you look at me sometimes. Just now... Like you're... afraid of me..." He winced - probably subconsciously - and you felt the guilt clench your chest. "Even when you hated me... you never looked at me like that. Never."

You stayed silent, but you were sure Tao knew. He could feel it from the way you tensed in his arms.

"She comes to you in your dreams...right?" You couldn't even answer him, you were reduced to nodding.

"Do I even want to know what I do to you in those dreams?" Once again, shaking of your head was a well enough answer, because a snarl ripped through Tao's chest and you flinched away from him. Immediately, Tao kissed the top of your head in a form of apology. He held you quietly, rocking the two of you back and forth, listening to the slowly calming heartbeat against his chest. Once he deemed you calmed enough, he spoke again.

"I'm so sorry, Baobei, that she came after you in your sleep...it makes me feel as if I can't protect you..."

"I tried not to sleep..." you started out softly, mumbling against his chest. He listened intently, his touch always sending comforting tingles down your body.

"I just...I just always fall asleep...a-and she's there...and y-you're there, too, a-and..." He whined, almost like a sad pup, and you squeezed your eyes shut.

"I'm sorry, baobei... I-..."

You shook your head. "It's not your fault."

"But it is. If I'd never given you reason to..."

You shook your head, gripping his arms. "I keep thinking... maybe if I wasn't so afraid of my mate to begin with... she wouldn't have this kind of power over me. And I-" You just frowned at him. "Tao..."

Tao sighed, stroking your hair. He leaned against the couch, his grip still tight on you, making sure that he kept you in that stage where you weren't on the verge of a panic attack.

"Baobei...you should've told me..." he murmured against your temple, kissing your forehead lovingly.

"I...I didn't want to be a burden..." you replied back, your eyes trained to the way your finger drew unknown things into his chest. Only then you realized you were drawing the protection wards unconsciously, and your whole body winced with the sudden idea.

Maybe that could work. Maybe if you somehow carve or tattoo the sigil onto your skin, she could let you go.

"What is it?" Tao asked, and you immediately knew you couldn't tell him. He would be so against it, it's impossible to describe. Of course he would be against his mate trying to scar herself.

"N-nothing...just...I thought I heard something..."

If he picked up any trace of the lie in your voice, he didn't acknowledge it. In fact, he patted your back gently. "You want me to go check on it?"

You nodded. "Please..?"

Tao kissed your forehead gently, easing you off his lap and onto a cushion on your own. He got up and walked towards the closest window, peeking out, and you felt your mind whirling.

It had to work, right? It didn't have to be a huge mark. It just... had to be on you. And maybe, it could get rid of the nightmares. It could force her out of your head so you could focus on getting rid of the pest once and for all.

You knew your brother had one tattoo over his heart. Maybe if you're going to be able to carve if out over the ribcage it could work? Or maybe burn it out?

You threw away that idea the moment it came in your head. Even if it could work, it would be a horrible trigger to Haneul, who just recently learnt how to walk in public without a shawl around her neck.

So knife it is, you decided with a small nod, watching Tao all the time as you slipped a silver blade, some warding spices and sleeping powder from the case.

Even now you felt extremely guilty. But you knew Tao wouldn'd let you go at night unless you somehow didn't dull his senses.

And so that's what you were going to do. Knock him out and then quickly do the deed.

You frowned at the idea, but you had to. It was for the good of this relationship. For the sake of your sanity. You sighed. "Tao..?"

"Mm? We'll be okay."

He nodded. "Yeah, we'll be fine." His smile was reassuring, and he craned his neck just a little further to scan from the window.

"C-can we...go to bed?" You asked him in a quiet voice. Tao looked at you from his place by the window, a small frown on his face.

"Do you want to?"

"I...would like to try. Maybe we could have something to drink?" Tao caught on immediately, smiling at you in a reassuring way. You were sure the mix of alcohol and sleep powder wouldn't hurt him.

"Of course."

"I'll go prepare the drinks. Do you think you could maybe...check the wards in our room? Maybe we missed something..."

He walked over and kissed your forehead. "Don't worry, baobei. I'll take care of it."

You smiled, watching him take off before you to check the wards. You traipsed down to the kitchen with heavy footsteps, your chest hurting. Even as you quickly mixed the drinks - with the added touch of sleeping powder in Tao's - you felt tears prick your eyes. This was for the best, you kept telling yourself. It had to be done.

That's still what you kept telling yourself even when Tao came back in and you offered him the drink. Even as he complained of getting drowsy, and you feigned being tired alongside him. Even when you practically had to lug Tao's half-asleep form into bed and tuck him in, kissing his lips.

You weren't really the type, but as you slid down to the floor beside the silver knife and spices you'd collected, you cringed. Turning to Tao's sleeping face, you steeled yourself.

You were doing this to save yourself, you repeated in your mind like a mantra. Yourself, your mate, your family.

The shirt slid off your skin a little easier now, when you had the clear objective in your head. You also felt the pressure of time- sleep powder of this kind wasn't effective for long. And the second Tao will sense his mate is in pain, he'll fight the effects.

And so with the most stable hand you could muster, you drafted the ward over your ribcage, under your breast, about the size of your palm with a black coal. You evened out your breathing, you calmed your mind.

It was all going to be okay.

And with that thought, the silver knife slid through your skin, its intention to scar.

You bit your lower lip in an attempt to muffle to pained whimpers, your hand moving quickly and effectively, leaving blood gushing out and ridges in its wake. To be honest, it didn't take long for you to carve out the ward, for which you were glad. You could already see Tao growling and restlessly Rolling on the bed.

The worse part was coming up now. You knew it, and that's why your hand shook as you took a fistful of spices, and pressed it tightly against the red wound.

Your flesh sizzled with the spices, tears welled in your eyes, and you heard your mate's gasp of surprise as he sat up on the bed and saw what you were doing.

"___!"

Your vision went blurry, and you weren't quite sure if it was tears in your eyes or something else, but you couldn't see clearly, and the searing pain that should have been at your side was feeling unusually numb.

"___! What the hell are you doing?!"

Tao's voice was panicked, unbelievably loud even to your ringing ears. It was no wonder he drew such a crowd immediately.

Yixing was there at your side, fighting through others - Subin and Kyungsoo, and even his own mate - to get beside Tao.

Your own mate was clutching your wrist firmly, hesitating between brushing at the mass of spices clumping in the blood over your rather deep cuts.

"___!"

"Oh god, what happened?"

"D-did she-?!"

You fought against your mate's hold with an almost hysterical shriek, shaking your head vigorously as he tried to herd you into his arms. Yixing was reaching for you as well, and you knew what was coming from the small sparkles dripping from his fingertips.

"No! No!"

Tao looked positively broken, helplessly reaching for you even as you made an extra effort to scramble away.

"Please, Tao, don't!"

"What do you mean?! Baobei, please! You're bleeding badly! Let Yixing ge fix it!"

Your eyes went wide, and you clutched your side. Wincing, you shook your head and warded Yixing away. "No! Please! You don't understand! I-"

Your vision swam, and you swayed. Tao slid on his knees, catching you on the way. Even as he collected you in his lap, you kept your hand over the still-bleeding wound. "Tao, please!" you hissed, eyes looking up at him. Pleading. "I did this for you... I did this for us..."

You weren't going to be able to stay awake, you realized with a clench of your jaw. All you could do was hope Tao would understand. With a final 'please', you felt yourself slip into the darkness.

Tao felt his heart stop when you went limp in his arms, but as soon as he saw your chest rise and fall with quick breaths, he wilted with relief.

"Yixing ge!"

The healer was at his side instantly, and Tao was surprised to find that even Soomi was kneeling beside him.

"Oh..."

"Tao, she will scar. She made sure of that..."

"What... is it..?" Soomi asked breathlessly.

Tao was confused for a moment. He didn't care what it was. He cared that his mate had mutilated herself, and that she was still bleeding in his arms. But still, he looked down at where his brother's mate swiped at the edges of the wound.

You flinched, even unconscious, and Tao couldn't help but growl. "What are you doing?"

Soomi shook her head. "No, look, Tao... It's... some kind of seal..."

Yixing's brows drew together. "A protective seal..? Tao, what do you know of this?"

"Nothing!" Tao snarled in frustration. "She drugged me and put me to sleep while she did it!"

"Wards?" Soomi offered, glancing up at Luhan, who was standing right behind her.

"To keep her away..." Luhan whispered.

No one had to ask who he meant.

"She didn't want anything else to get in the way of your relationship, Zitao... That's why she did it..."

Tao nearly sobbed at his older brother. "You saw this?"

Luhan nodded, reaching down to help his mate to her feet. "Yes. In her mind. She did tell you it was for you..."

Tao looked down at you, brushing your hair from your face as Yixing waved his hands slowly over the sloping shape of the cuts.

"I'll close the deeper edges, Tao... The rest..."

"The rest, I'll find a salve for," Soomi offered quickly.

Tao felt his throat close. You told him you wanted nothing else to ruin what you had with him. He just didn't expect you to assure if with such drastic methods. As Yixing continued to heal what he could, Tao squeezed you closer.

And he couldn't help himself. He glanced up at Kyungsoo, whose arms were wrapped around Subin for comfort. "Kyungsoo... Make sure she doesn't do something like this..."

The arms around her tightened and Kyungsoo nodded mutely, shushing his mate's questioning glances.

"Not now, babe. Come on. Let us give them some privacy." They were one of the first to leave. Yixing and Yijie stayed behind, with Yixing healing the wound as best as he could and Yijie kneeling by the borderlines, her face absolutely torn with the knowledge of being helpless.

Tao stroked your face with shaky hands. His whole body hurt and his soul ached. How could he let you do this to yourself? Right here, on the floor of your bedroom?

With him sleeping in bed?

A sob ripped through his throat and the second he saw Yixing's healing light go out, he was herding you completely into his arms, rocking you back and forth.

"We'll give you some privacy, Tao..." Yixing whispered as he pushed off his knees, helping his grief-stricken mate as well before leaving the room.

He stayed silent, listening intently to your breathing, trying his best to catch on any anomaly he could.

"Why did you do this to yourself, baobei?..."

#tao #tao story #zitao #zitao story #exo #exo story #exo werewolf story #exo werewolf au #werewolf au #werewolf story #series: Chronicles of the Wolf

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3rdgymbros · 7 years

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Fire Burn & Cauldron Bubble.

( Prompt: We’re in between classes, and we both hear a fourth year calling a first year a mudblood, and neither of us are having any of that prejudiced bullshit. unfortunately, my impulse was to hex them, and yours was to punch them in the face, and my jelly-legs curse hit you instead, i’m really sorry, and we both are probably getting detention now, but hey, plus side, you’re kind of cute )

A/N: I was originally not going to make a sequel because of all the flack I received from several anons who disagreed with me sorting Peter into Hufflepuff, but you guys were too nice, so I caved. And cheated a little by using a prompt and tweaking it. School has also started, so my updates might be sporadic. Year 2 of Child Psychology is already killing me. Send help. And send in requests - Hogwarts related or otherwise.

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You’re walking down the hall with fellow roomie Megan when you hear it.

Taunts and jeers. A familiar voice asking Flash to stop. Curious, a little concerned – you look to see what’s happening. A group of Gryffindors twice your size are surrounding a tall, skinny Hufflepuff with milk pale skin and freckles.

Ice crystalizes in your veins. Oh, help. It’s Peter Parker.

You remember him well enough. Whenever the two of you had passed each other in the halls ( him with a rotound giant of a Hufflepuff and a wild, curly haired Ravenclaw, and you with your roommates ), he would send you a sunny, easy smile and a wave, to which you would return with a nod of your own.

“Let’s go,” Megan says. “We’re gonna be late, (Y/n).”

It’s obvious she’s telling you to keep your head down. She wants to stay out of trouble. Your sense of self-preservation battles your conscience. But your conscience wins. You owe Peter.

“Hold my books, Chan!” You say loudly, shoving your books into Megan’s hands. She jumps. In the short week that she’s known you, you’ve been soft-spoken and well mannered. She’s never heard you raise your voice before – or sound so ticked off. You might as well have danced around naked in the halls from the way she’s staring at you.

You stomp over and, to a chorus of “Hey” and “Watch it”, shove the Gryffindors out of the way. Glaring, you pull your wand out from your robes and say, “You have five seconds to leave. Then I get mad.

“Whatcha gonna do about it?” The ringleader asks, his voice a high falsetto. “Ooh, I’m so scared, the ickle firstie’s gonna hurt me!” To a chorus of laughter now directed at you, he leans in closer, eyes darkening, voice a taunting whisper. “Slither back to your dungeons, you little mudblood.”

You face pales, and you jerk back as though you’ve been slapped. But before you can hex him into oblivion, there’s an outraged yell, and the Gryffindor goes down in a tangle of limbs.

It’s not you whaling on the Gryffindor.

It’s Peter Parker.

Predictably, the two of you end up in the Hospital Wing.

The only bright side to this whole mess is that the Gryffindors go too. You’d gotten Flash pretty good; his face is a mass of bruises and boils, and the Bat Bogey Hex that you’d hit him with had yet to wear off. The bats still surround him in a great, dark cloud, making you feel a twinge of pride all over again.

The school nurse, Mr Wilson, takes one look at the motely group that’s been deposited inside, and instantly bursts out laughing. Flash and his cronies are wheeled into another room for Mr. Wilson to patch up, so it’s just you and Peter until the teachers arrive.

You’d escaped unscathed, Peter not so much. He’d been on the receiving end of the Jelly-Legs curse, and was currently strapped down to a bed, his legs still jiggling away. And, as luck would have it, the brute from Gryffindor knew how to fight. The brute’s left a fresh bruise on Peter’s cheek, and Peter’s knuckles are raw and bloody. The only first aid you’ve been able to provide consists of wetting your handkerchief and wrapping it around Peter’s hand.

The door to the hospital flies open; in sails Professor Romanoff, assistant Head of Slytherin. Professor Rogers from Hufflepuff is hot on her heels. You glare defiantly at Professor Romanoff, but she doesn’t seem mad; merely amused. She’s actually happy, cherry red lips curved up in a smile.

Professor Rogers is a different story altogether. He never raises his voice, just sounds infinitely disappointed. “Peter, would you like to explain why you got into a fight with Thompson?”

“It wasn’t his fault,” You interject hastily, knowing that Peter would never let slip he was being bullied until upon pain of death. “Peter was getting picked on by that loser!”

Professor Roger’s eyes darken. You hope this isn’t because he’s mad at the two of you. “And then Flash got mad, hexed Peter.”

You wince. You’d hoped the subject wouldn’t come up, but it looks like it’s no dice. “No, erm, that was me,” You admit sheepishly, cheeks glowing pink.

“I tackled Flash, and she –” An amused smile plays across Peter’s lips as he flicks a sideways glance over at you, your cheeks rosy and eyes blazing defiantly. “– She tried to hex Flash. But she missed and hit me instead.”

Professor Romanoff arches a perfectly plucked eyebrow in disbelief. “You missed? Really, (Y/n)?”

“Natasha!” Professor Rogers squawks indignantly. “Miss (L/n)’s missing is hardly the point here –”

“You’re right. What have you been teaching the first-years, Steve?” Professor Romanoff asks mockingly, shaking a headful of scarlet curls. “Not how to aim properly, that’s for sure. (Y/n), they were several meters in front of you, how could you have possibly missed?”

Wait. What? No lecture? No expulsion? “They were flopping about!” You cry out defensively. “Peter was getting in the way! I had it all under control! He should thank me for saving his sorry ass!”

“Language, Miss (L/n)!” Professor Rogers chides, which only falls on deaf ears.

“Well, it’s true! You didn’t hear what Flash and his goons called Peter!” You screw up your face, doing a remarkably accurate Flash impression. “‘Puny Parker’, ‘Pathetic Parker’ –”

“Peter, how long has this been going on?” Professor Rogers asks, a protective edge to his voice.

“A while,” Peter rushes out, as though the quicker he says it, the sooner everyone will forget. He turns to you, eyes wide with disbelief. “Me?! Didn’t you hear what he called you? I couldn’t just stand by and do nothing –”

“I had it covered!”

“Yeah, just like the time you were hopelessly lost and claimed that everything was fine? I don’t think so, (Y/n).”

“(Y/n),” Professor Romanoff interrupts, still sounding amused from your bantering with Peter, “What exactly did Thompson call you?”

Dead silence.

You meet Peter’s eyes. He presses his lips together into a thin, white line, and shakes his head. You raise your eyes heavenwards. Fine. If he won’t say it, you will.

“Flash called me a mudblood. Okay?”

The words clump together in your mouth. You really don’t want to repeat it, but it looks like the Professors have gotten the message. The room goes quiet and tense. Professor Romanoff mutters unfamiliar sounding curses under her breath, shooting an angry glance at the room where Flash is. She looks like she’s considering murder on your behalf. Professor Rogers is equally disapproving, handsome face etched into a scowl, but his eyes are aglow with pride as he nods at Peter, clearly approving that he’d tried to stand up for you.

“Well,” Professor Romanoff says silkily, taking care to raise her voice. “I think fifty points apiece from Gryffindor should be fine.”

“Agreed.” Professor Rogers says. “Fury would like to see them too, I think.”

Professor Romanoff nods approvingly. “Fifty points to Hufflepuff and Slytherin.”

You’ll take the points over a detention any day. Professor Romanoff nods at Peter as Professor Rogers leaves, presumably to have a chat with Headmaster Fury. Pulling out her wand, Professor Romanoff fixes Peter’s legs with a wave of her wand.

“Next time, (Y/n), if you want to get into trouble, do try not to get caught.”

Definitely not something that you would have expected a teacher to say. A smile, your first since you’ve stepped foot into the hospital wing, breaks across your face. One nod from you later, Professor Romanoff has ducked into Mr Wilson’s office. You wonder if she’s scaring the living daylights out of Flash and his goons. The thought makes you feel marginally better.

“You’re smiling.”

Peter’s voice breaks you out of your daze. “Wouldn’t you be? Flash is in trouble, and we’ve just scored house points!”

“I’ve just been hit with a Jelly-Legs Jinx.” Peter raises an eyebrow. “How do you think I feel?”

“Professor Romanoff removed it!” You defend yourself. “And I’ll work on my aim next time!”

“Well, at least you managed to nail him with that Bat Bogey Hex. How do you know so many curses, anyway?”

“First thing I practised when I got here.” You intone solemnly.

Peter laughs. It’s delicious sounding thing, bright and happy and full of life.

“Well. If I get picked on again, I guess I know who to call for backup.”

It was a one-time thing, you want to say. I owed you a favour, but now we’re even. But none of those things comes out. “I’ll ambush them,” You say instead. “Don’t get caught and all that.”

“You are such a Slytherin,” Peter says, fondly but not mockingly.

“Don’t I know it.”

The two of you have reached the Great Hall. The sound of laughter, chatter, and shouts compete with the clinking of cutlery. The two of you stand awkwardly outside the wooden doors, until you quickly decide that the situation is getting a little too awkward for your tastes, and quickly make to head inside.

“Er – Wait.” Peter grabs your hand before you can leave. Only when you stop in your tracks does he retract his hands guiltily. “Sorry. Sorry. Um. Thanks.”

“Well, you punched him for me, so I’d say we’re even.” You say non-committedly, trying to ignore the heat still clinging to your skin. “Thanks, too.”

“Um . . .”

“Spit it out, Parker, or we’ll be here all night.”

“Hogsmeade,” Peter mumbles, so soft that you have to strain your ears to hear. “Would you like to go?”

“Uh, first-years can’t go. Remember?”

“They can if they’re invited.”

You stare. Is he asking you on a date?

“My friends and I were going,” Peter clarifies, and you try to ignore that puzzling stab of disappointment that you feel. “That, and I owe you, so . . .”

You hardly need to be convinced. “Sure. You can buy me a drink.”

His answering smile is bright, blindingly so.

And if your cheeks heat up the tiniest bit, or if you stumble over your own feet as you navigate your way to your table, well, that’s a problem to be solved at another time.

#peter parker x reader #spiderman #spiderman x reader #spiderman imagines #spiderman imagine #marvel imagine #( ahahaha still no date with tom holland rip me )#( and my crush in school is not noticing me )#ＰＡＩＮＴＡＰＩＣＴＵＲＥＦＯＲＭＥ | my reader inserts

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nikky-the-writer · 8 years

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Try to change the future (Donald Pierce x Reader) (3/3)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Summary: Reader’s and Pierce’s life before the events from ˝Logan˝

Warnings: cursing, blood

A/N: This is the last part, I enjoyed writing it. At the moment I’m really happy ‘cause I reached 1000 followers. Thank you all!!! Love you guys!

I got all of your request, you can still send me more. I wrote four of them, still have around six more. I’ll start posting them today.

Cold, the only thing you could feel. Coldness and chills that grow on your skin. The ashes and smoke start setting on your lungs as you tried to breathe. Your bare feet were standing in the sticky liquid and only thing you could see were flames in the distance.

“Y/N” You turned around to the source of the whisper and you screamed seeing Remy on the ground bleeding just a dozen steps away from you. Running to him you stumbled, falling in the dirt. Your knees start to bleed and you couldn’t get up. Crawling you approached Remy, who was struggling to breathe.

“Stay with me!”

“Y/N/N, please” His voice was just like a whisper.

“Remy, don’t you dare to leave me!” You lay your head on his chest holding him close. You could feel when his heart stopped beating and when his hand went limp on your shoulder.

“It should’ve been me.” You cried on his dead body, your face was dirty from his blood. There were so many whispers around you, voices that you knew. People that you could’ve saved, but you didn’t ‘cause you made a wrong choice in your past.

˝Y/N/N, run! ˝ Wade’s voice made you open your eyes. You quickly lifted your head looking at Wade, who was falling to his knees.

˝Wade! No! ˝ You couldn’t stop your tears from falling. Through your blurry vision you saw other bodies next to Wade. You recognized Chris, Victor and Fred. Your throat was hoarse of screaming and you couldn’t breathe, you were suffocating. ˝Wade! ˝ Just as you screamed his name somebody cut his head off.

˝Noooo!!!! ˝ You broke down crying as his head rolled to your legs.

˝Y/N! Y/N! Wake up! ˝

Donny’s voice brought you back. Your body was covered in sweat and you couldn’t catch your breath.

˝Hey, look at me˝ He said, slowly lifting your chin up. You closed your eyes you couldn’t let yourself to look at his face.

˝Y/N/N, baby, please look at me˝

You tried to steady your breathing, lowering your head on his chest not saying anything. He wrapped his arms around you, kissing your head. You didn’t let yourself to fall asleep that night. When his heartbeats got steady and you were sure that he fell asleep, you quietly moved away from him. Quickly you put some clothes on, you took one photo from the wall and the already packed dufel bag. You walked out not looking back ‘cause you couldn’t look at the man who will kill your family.

Your legs carried you fast to the only safe place. They carried you to your home, to Wade. When you approached the building you saw that the lights were on. You found his key in your bag and you let yourself into his building. As you approached his apartment you decided to knock. Your heart sank even deeper if it was possible 'cause you heard that guys were there.

“Y/N? Are you alright?” You heard Victor’s voice. He was the one who opened the door. He quickly pulled you into the hug guiding you in. The laughter in the apartment stopped when the guys saw you.

“You didn’t take them?” Wade switch position with Victor pulling you close to his chest.

“What did you see?” Remy asked as you sat down next to Chris, who immediately put his hand around your shoulder. They were the only people that new that you were a mutant and Wade’s sister. You were their family and they were all against Pierce 'cause they knew who he was. They were worried that he will realize that you were a mutant because you were with them. You were a powerful mutant. You had abilities to see the future and even more. But when it got too hard for you to handle it, Victor got you pills from his brother Logan who worked with Xavier. You also had an ability like Wade, not healing, but fast reflexes.

“I have to kill him” You murmured, staring at Wade.

“It doesn’t have to be you, I can do it.” For the first time Wade moved jokes aside knowing what Pierce meant to you. You were never one to attach to people, but he could see that there was something real between you and Pierce and he hated himself for it. He should’ve had stopped it before, he should’ve have seen it, but he didn’t.

“You can’t”

“Why is that, love?” Victor asked leaning closer putting his arms on his knees.

“I can’t tell you. We shouldn’t change the future.”

“Answer me this question and I’ll tell you if you will ever leave this apartment again.” You nodded slowly at Wade. “Will you succeed?” You looked away staring at your fingers in your lap. “Okay, so it’s decided you are not leaving this place ever again.”

“I have to Wade, if I don’t stop him he will take Caliban.”

“When did you start caring for that albino?”

“Chris, don’t be stupid. You all know how many times he helped us and on the top of everything he can find every one of us.” You wanted them to listen, to understand your reasons. You wanted them to understand your sacrifice.

“Then why don’t we kill Caliban?” Victor suggested.

“Man, when did you became a Reaver?” Wade stared confused at Victor.

“It’s only rational thing to do Wade. Don’t be a pussy. It’s one life for all the mutants”

“It’s not, Victor. Nothing can save us. We’ll be hunted down for the rest of our life 'cause they are scared of us. They have always been terrified from things they couldn’t understand. All of us are going to die. All born mutants will die.”

“You are saying we can’t do anything? We can try to stop it with your powers.” Fred said nervously pacing.

“We can try, but the best chance is killing him. I have to succeed.”

“Didn’t you said you’ll die?”

“No, I mean when I saw him in my vision it felt like I’m not there. Which never happened before. I went farther than my time.”

“Then I’ll kill him. I can’t be killed.”

“Don’t be so sure everyone has their Achilles’ heel. You included.”

“You already decided? You came here to say goodbye.”

“I came here to spend my time with my family until the moment I’ll have to kill the person that I love.”

That night you let yourself cry in front all of them.

Taking a few deep breaths you walked into an old building, going straight to the basement.

“Y/N Wilson. I thought that I’ll never see your face again.” The pale man said, walking to you pulling you in a tight hug. He could sense that something was wrong.

“Not a friendly visit?” He said seeing your swords on your back so he gestured his minions to leave the room.

“Unfortunately no. ” You said smoothing your jacket.

“You stop taking pills” He furrowed his brows. He knew that you almost died one time before you started taking them. “You saw the fall.” The albino walked back to his table, searching for something. He found a yellow envelope and he offered you to take it, but you didn’t. “Dammit, just take it.”

“There’s no time for a new life.”

“You were always so ignorant. We can try it again. Do you understand what kind of power you possess?” Caliban approached you, putting the envelope on the wooden table.

“I can’t do that again.” You protested glancing at the silhouettes in the other room.

“I know you’re not afraid of pain, so what are you afraid of?” Caliban shock his head, he wasn’t able to think about anything that would stop you from helping others. He didn’t know about the love you had just for one man.

“Of false hope” You smiled sadly.

“What exactly have you seen?”

“All the mutants will die”

“Then change it” Caliban’s voice was higher, his priority was always self preservation, but he also cared for a few people, you included.

“I can’t”

“You succeeded the last time.” He was eager for you to try.

“It was a small reach I didn’t change anything important.” Your powers let you reach in the future in the way that you could actually manipulate with it, but everything comes with a price.

“You can at least try” The metal door opened and you quickly took the swords in your hand.

“That’s not what I have come for”

As you said the men in black came in, some of them had mechanical limbs. Caliban moved away from you. After men approaches you, you saw Donald coming in. You tightened the grip on the swords and you saw sadness in his eyes as he finally spotted you.

“Baby, it’s really funny seeing you here 'cause you were the reason I came to your friend.”

“What do you want?” You tried to control your emotions, you didn’t want to fall apart in front of him. Before the vision you’ve fallen apart next to him many times. He was always there to hold you and to assure you that everything will be alright.

“I want you to come with me.” He said desperately. His men stood behind him, leaving him the one who was the closest to you.

“We both know that’s not going to happen.” You smiled slightly, trying to keep your tears from falling.

“Why did you leave?” His voice broke a little and your heart started to beat faster.

“Isn’t it obvious now when you are here?”

“I don’t care that you are a mutant” Pierce suspected that you were a mutant, but he never tried to find out the truth 'cause he loved you. He was more than grateful that he was able to have you.

“But I do. They are my family and you are hunting them down. Locking them away, torturing and killing.” Your voice was more than a pitch higher. You were mentally trying to prepare yourself for what was coming, but your voice was already betraying you.

“You know that is not my job” He came a step closer to you, glancing at Caliban just for a split second and than his eyes were on you.

“Maybe before, but not now.”

“You already made up your mind. You are not coming with me? ˝ He took a deep breath. He had an internal battle in his head. The voice inside him, told him to sweep you off your feet and to leave with you. To leave everything he knows with you in his arms. ˝ I’m not talking about them, but me. You said you love me.”

“I do” You whispered, feeling guilty that you stilled loved him after you witnessed the deaths’ of your family.

“Then go, this is going to get ugly.” He sat looking up seeing Psylocke, and four more mutants ready to attack. He didn’t want you to get hit in the crossed fire. But he didn’t know with what intention you came to Caliban.

“Well I’m a dirty girl after all.” You lifted your blades towards him, straightening your back.

“This is not funny!” You could see the vein on his neck that was pulsating.

“I know”

“Take him” He stepped back, the spark in your eyes was long gone only thing that was left was anger.

“What about the others?” A man asked.

“You know the orders, but not her.” Donald said not looking at you.

The men start approaching to you and other mutants, you were outnumbered, but you had an advantage, abilities that they didn’t. You fight fiercely taking them down as fast as you could, but not on the time. They have already captured three mutants and they killed one. It was only you Caliban and Psyclock on your feet. You didn’t exactly know who the Reavers were, but seeing them fight, they couldn’t be completely human. Donald was watching the scene in front of him from afar if it was any other battle he would be fighting, but he couldn’t because of you.

“Coward!” You screamed killing a man cutting his head off. You ran towards Donald filled with anger, you heard somebody’s footsteps behind you so you throw your sword letting it circulate in the air. It crashed into the wall after cutting his hand off. He didn’t even have time to scream from the pain because just a second after somebody stabbed you from behind. You looked down seeing Psyclocke’s sword coming from your chest.

“Nooo!” Donald screamed, running to your side as you feel to your knees.

˝We have to go! ˝ Psylocke said. Pierce looked at her and he didn’t waste a minute slamming here body into the wall, squeezing his hand around her neck. He let her neck go when he couldn’t feel her heart beats anymore. As her body fall to the floor he came to you.

˝Y/N/N, baby, just hang in there. I’ll save you.˝ His tears fall on your face as he was looking at your tired face. Blood was slowly leaving your mouth as you struggled to lift your hand to his face. He helped you placing your hand on his cheek.

˝You can’t save me. ˝You whispered through tears. ˝ You killed me. ˝

˝No, baby, I would never. I love you! ˝ He held your body close he wasn’t able to let you go.

˝Boss, we have to go, your arm… ˝ Somebody said and he kept kneeling next to you his arm kept bleeding and he felt lightheaded.

˝Sav… save them.. my family˝ You said, letting yourself to the darkness.

˝No, no!! They killed you, they’ll pay for what they did. I’ll revenge you Y/N/N! ˝ It was the last thing you…..

˝Y/N! Y/N! Wake up! ˝

Donny’s voice brought you back. Your body was covered in sweat and you couldn’t catch your breath.

˝Hey, look at me˝ He said slowly lifting your chin up. You closed your eyes you couldn’t let yourself to look at his face.

˝Y/N/N, baby, please look at me˝

You tried to steady your breathing, lowering your head on his chest not saying anything. You realized it was a vision in another vision, but it didn’t matter you are going to die. You had to change it you have to save your family and the man you loved. You couldn’t let him take the path of a monster. So, you looked up, staring in his blue eyes. Staring at the man you let to crawl in your heart. His lips were slightly parted as he kept looking at you. One of his hands hold you close while he stroke your hair with another. He was scared of what are you going to say, you took a deep breath, knowing that you have to change everything you’ve witnessed.

˝Donny, I have to tell you something…. ˝

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