#wish i could go back in time and stop myself from being a blind idiot but well. hindsight is 20/20 and all

[jinxpologist]

i am so fucking tired

[astr0-philia]

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟟: 𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕗𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕪 🧚

Prolouge 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

Some memes for the start of the chapter:

[Third Person]:

'I want to kill myself'

[Y/n] was nothing but tired of the absolute shit happening in her life right now. First, she was cornered by soldiers, pulled into a mirror by a wrinkly grandma's hand, and then somehow ended up in a coffin. Met some handsome boys, burnt a statue, and then somehow made a chandelier fall from the sky. Like wtf.

Now she was on the way to get a fucking crystal from a mine, not even knowing the possibility of it even being there. Also making things worse she is stuck with 2 braindead idiots (Except Yuu) and a talking cat. Someone save her-

At the moment all 5 of them were walking down the hall. Deuce, being the most enthusiastic of the 5 about the search speed-walked ahead of them to reach the mirror room faster.

'Why do we always have to go to the mirror room?' thought [Y/n] as she grumbled out loud in annoyance.

"How much longer juice? We've been walking for ages!" exclaimed Ace getting frustrated at the amount of time they were taking to reach the mirror. "It feels like we walked for a whole 20 minutes dude! How much longer?"

They had only walked for 5 minutes.

"My name is Deuce dumbass! Not juice! DEUCE, Deuce!" Deuce yelled at Ace from the front of the group. Anyone who heard his voice could hear the irritation in it. "Anyway, yes about a minute or so."

"Ace that exaggeration was unneeded." Yuu groaned with tiredness.

Guess all the running and cleaning the campus shit drained out all of Yuu's energy.....I feel sorry for him. Other than that Grim looked like he just lost a lottery. He was in [Y/n]'s arms murmuring and grumbling words that she couldn't hear. He was probably mumbling about how he didn't want to get expelled or something, but that didn't matter right now.

As they hurried forward, they finally reached the mirror room with huffs and puffs. They were so fucking tired.

"Hey, which one's the mirror that takes us to the dwarf's mine?" asked Yuu, exhausted. 

Deuce huffed in annoyance, "That one, idiot!" He pointed at the mirror. "Now let's go before we get too late and get expelled!" he said as he rushed forward to the mirror in front of them, and the rest followed behind him. 

He ran into the mirror looking feisty and Ace followed behind him with a look of tiredness. The mirror shined a bright white light the moment they entered the mirror, and within seconds they were gone. 

"...Did you see what I just saw...?" Yuu said clearly miffed at the thought of entering a bright, shining, and suspicious-looking mirror.

'I know it's so weird...'

"It's the normal way of transportation I guess...? You gotta get used to it Yuu." [Y/n] reassured him as she patted his back.

As [Y/n] slid her hand back from Yuu, she walked forward, going closer to the mirror.

Turning back she looked at Yuu. "Well....see you on the other side!" She quickly turned around and touched the mirror. The mirror started to ripple, it pulled her in as a big flash of light blinded her. The small ripples then turned into a somewhat type of wave. [Y/n] closed her eyes as the waves took over her. 

'Ahhhh shit. What the fuck is happening.' 

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*PLOP*

"UHHuuhuhuhhhhh-" an unflattering noise suddenly slipped through [Y/n]'s mouth as she fell straight on to a hard surface, face front. 

'I wish I fell on Yuu's chest again it was so soft-'

"HEY! What are you doing on the floor, get the hell up!" Ace mocked [y/n] as she groaned in pain.

"Dude.....I just fell...." answered [y/n] with pain while sitting on the floor. "You could also at least try to be a gentleman and pick up from the floor too." She sweetly stated, smiling innocently, changing her tone drastically. 

Ace could see the mischief in her eyes as she spoke, he tried to ignore her but the glint in her eyes attracted him to her like a metal to a magnet. He couldn't stop himself. So there he was awkwardly stuttering his mouth off. "U-uh i mean s-sure....." 

Then like the gentleman [y/n] wanted him to act like, Ace held her hands and pulled her up from the floor, flushing the moment their hands touched. 

'Heh. Can't believe he actually listened to me 

The moment she had stood up from her fall with Ace's help, another thud was heard near them.

"God......What is with these mirrors and their bright shining lights....." Yuu muttered, rubbing his nose in pain.

"Myah- Get off me! You're squishing the great Grim!" exclaimed Grim from underneath Yuu. The only thing we could see was his tail straining as he struggled under Yuu's weight. 

Deuce suddenly appeared out of nowhere and forcefully pulled Yuu up with strength [Y/n] didn't know he had. Yuu squeaked in surprise and Grim sighed in relief as the weight above him disappeared.

"Hey! You could've been a little gentle Deuce." winced Yuu rubbing his arm on where Deuce had inflicted pressure on.

Deuce pretending not to hear Yuu's complaint went on to the front of the group and pointed to the direction of the mine and pointed at it "We better get there fast. We're already behind schedule!"

The group sighed in union as they were all fed up with Deuce's enthusiasm. Deuce, but ignored their sighs and went forward.

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"So this is the dwarf's mine.....long ago this place used to be filled with beautiful magic stones, but I guess not anymore....." whispered Deuce under his breath but loud enough for the rest to hear. 

"The atmosphere here is so eerie!" Exclaimed Yuu, but quickly closed his mouth when his loud voice started to echo throughout the forest.

"Urghh......It feels like if I took a single step forward something would appear and take me away." Said Grim with a trembling voice as he cowered in slight fear in Yuu's arms still quite dizzy from the chandelier incident. 

Suddenly a gasp was heard from Ace, as he excitedly pointed toward something in the middle of the forest, with bright eyes. "Look, I can see a house. Let's see what the people there have to say!" Hearing Ace's words the group ran towards the house in a hurry to get any help from the house in the middle of the forest.

As they finally reached the house, [Y/n] took a deep breath as she looked at the house. The house had vines growing over it, the paved stones that lead in to the house were cracked, and the windows were shattered. 

There was no way anyone was living inside that house.

"Hellooo? Is anybody home...?" Deuce quietly asked as he carefully knocked on the door. There was no answer. "Helloooo? Is anyone in there?" He tried again much more loudly than before trying to get attention from anyone inside the cottage.

"Must be empty." Said Ace.

"It looks like it's been abandoned," spoke Deuce deflated at the discovery. 

'I thought it was obvious......💀'

[Y/n] followed by Yuu both went inside searching for anything or anyone inside the house. But then-

"BLEGH-"

"Ew, what the hell is this??" 

"Bwah! I got a spider web on my face! Ptchoo! Ptchoo!" 

[Y/n], Yuu and Grim were caught in something sticky.

[Y/n] brought her hand up to her face to feel the web caught on her face. She felt something move on her forehead so she quickly went to grab it. Grabbing the moving thing on her forehead, her face went deathly pale as she moved her hand to the front of her face. Her eyes couldn't process what she saw.

"ah-........" She stared at what was in her hand in shock. "AHHHHHHHH-" She screamed at the top of her lungs trying to fling the thing in her hands in a hurry. Her eyes were blown wide and she started jumping up and down in fear.

It was a spider. 

"What happened-" Yuu asked but was cut off by [y/n] screaming her lungs out. "GET THIS EIGHT-LEGGED THING OFF OF ME" She screeched trying even harder by contorting her hands in every different direction but the little shit still wouldn't get off.

Ace and Deuce hearing [y/n]'s screams quickly came to the room the 3 were in to see what was going on.

"WHO GOT KILLED"

"WHAT IS HAPPENING?"

Yuu of course being the sane one in the whole situation tried to calm the situation. "Ace! Deuce! Hold [y/n], I will get the spider off of her!" Ace and Deuce, noticing the chaos ensuing in the cottage, listened to Yuu's words and went to grab on to [y/n]'s flailing arms.

"LET ME GO YOU MONKEYS!" Screamed [y/n] trying to get out of their arms, but they wouldn't budge. 

Yuu then quickly got fed up with the situation and went close to the trio and plucked out the spider from somewhere in [Y/n]'s hair. [Y/n] seeing that the spider was removed from her, sighed in relief and melted onto the a-deuce duo's arms with relief. 

"Geez [y/n], why'd you have to get worked up over something so small?" questioned Grim from next to her feet, curious about why the girl had put on a big fit for a spider in her hair.

"Woah, look at that the wall looks so clean in that room let's go there!" said [y/n] quickly running in to the room. They all sweat-dropped at her behavior but nevertheless followed her into the next room.

The room they entered was dusty as hell. There were more cobwebs and spiders in this room than all the rooms combined in this house. However, one thing [Y/n] noticed was that every single furniture in this room was at least half its original size.

"Look how tiny these desks and chairs are. Did children live here?" Ace looking around counted the chairs one by one as Deuce, Grim, and [y/n] walked around and looked at the furniture in the room. "One, two, three.........seven! There are seven chairs!" exclaimed Ace in triumph after he finished counting the chairs. 

"Great Job Ace, as if we all couldn't see that," said Yuu in boredness. 

"Hey don't be mean Yuu!" exclaimed [y/n] at his rude comment.

"Yeah, Yuu! I'm just helping 'cause Grim probably doesn't know how to count anyway!" Ace countered back trying to get back at the accusation.

"Is this the universe's way of telling us that we have no way out of this situation?" [Y/n] muttered nonchalantly to the group.

"No! We have to go forward!" Begged Deuce.

"Bro shut up for once...." Yuu said tiredly.

"Hey guys back to the situation! Since there is no one here let's quickly go to the mine to get the magic stone!" Deuce quickly butted in once again.

"Ugh- we're going dude, why are you making such a deal out of it?" Ace spoke annoyed at the blue-haired boy's antiques. Moving forward to the entrance once more, he looked back at them. "We better get to the mine fast you guys, as much as I don't like Deuce's whining we seriously need to find that magic stone. Let me tell you, I don't wanna get my ass expelled. So chop chop!"

"When was Ace this smart?" Yuu spoke in awe of the bullshit smartass shit Ace spat out for the first time.

'Since now I guess.'  Thought [Y/n] as she also looked forward at Ace eyes widened in disbelief.

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The five of them stood in front of the mine looking straight into a void of darkness. It was cold, and there was wind blowing from the cave, making them all shiver in fear. There were sounds of water droplets falling in the cave that resounded throughout it. The atmosphere was eerie and no one moved a muscle as they stared at the cave and waited for one of them to move forward.

'Damn maybe getting expelled isn't such a bad idea right now....'  Thought [y/n] as she hugged her body with her hands to conserve any heat that was left in her body.

"You wanna go inside THERE? It's pitch black!" spoke Grim as he started to shake in fear at the thought of going inside the cold and dark mine. He jumped off of [y/n]'s arms and hid behind Yuu's legs in an attempt to hide himself. "I-I mean neither do I but do we have a choice...?" Yuu asked nervously as if he tread on thin ice as he spoke to the group in a low voice.

"What, are you scared of the dark? Pathetic." Ace mocked the two from the side, earning glares from both Yuu and Grim. "Babies! Hah-" Ace said, trying to tease them even more.

"Ace, I don't think now is the right time for that." [y/n] spoke up, frowning at Ace's outburst.

"Myah?! I am not scared at all! I was just kidding!" Exclaimed Grim countering back angrily to Ace the accusation. "Just watch me! I'll take the lead and follow me." Grim said, pointing at Ace, before huffing and puffing to the front of the group to lead them into the cave.

If you looked closer at Grim you could see the slight tremble he had as he walked in front of the group. The rest of the group followed behind Grim. [Y/n] thought that the moment that they entered they would be greeted by a plentiful amount of magic stones waiting to be collected. But her dreams were shattered as the moment they walked in the only thing they saw were the ragged walls of the mine and plain and old stones. 

Right. Stones

Left. Stones.

Down. Stones

Up. Stones

Wasn't there anything in this mine that wasn't stones?! To say the least, the group of teenagers and cat were losing hope but suddenly-

"Huh?! Hold up I see something in the distance over there!" exclaimed Deuce in glee as he tried to focus on a silhouette of something in the distance. Ace, impatient as ever, started to push Deuce back and forth in annoyance as he couldn't see anything. "Hey tell us what's out there! I can't see shit!"

"Me neither Deuce tell us what you see!" Yuu joined in as he himself got curious at the mention of a silhouette in the dark.

"Ah! I see it too." Y/n said.

"Myah! Tell me, henchman, what do you see!?" 

"Ah- I....I....I see....." Deuce muttered as the silhouette started moving forward towards them. The silhouette then turned into 2 silhouettes and then 3! What was going on?

Then [Y/n] felt a chill run through her spine, it was telling her to run away but as the figures kept on coming closer. Her body couldn't help but freeze in fear, as she helplessly looked towards the figures moving closer. Then-

"MYAH! I-IT'S GHOSTS!" Screamed Grim in terror as the silhouettes of the figures were now replaced with a transparent shine, as they floated in the air. As much as [y/n] wanted to admire their beauty, she just wasn't in the right mind right now so.....

"AHH WHAT IS THAT-"

"GHOSTS?"

"Dude what's with ghosts being like everywhere here 💀" (An:- Yuu I know ghosts live in ramshackle but not now-)

"He he he he he he! So many visitors! The first group in the past 100 years!" giggled Ghost 1.

"Do make yourselves at home... You can stay forever!" exclaimed another ghost making grabby hands towards them.

"New souls! Which one do I want to eat?" questioned the third ghost to god knows who, but the group knew one thing; no one was getting their souls eaten by ghosts today.

"AHHHHHHH ACE, DEUCE, YUU, GRIM RUNNNNNNNN" [Y/n] screamed, so then hearing the girl's scream the boys flipped their heads towards the girl in a hurry to see what was wrong, but the only thing they saw was a cloud of dust left by [Y/n].

"Where did she go?!" Exclaimed Deuce scared for the safety of [y/n] as he glanced around the cave for her, as well as trying to avoid the ghosts in the air firing spells at them.

"She probably went to the entrance of the cave, she's going to be fine!" Ace shouted out as he shot another one of his spells at the ghosts.

"God....I hope she safe..." muttered Yuu as he hid behind Deuce and Ace making them do the dirty work.

The thing is they didn't quite notice that [y/n] was running in the opposite direction of the entrance. She was running towards the core of the cave.

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'What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck-'

[Y/n] was running like her life depended on it. She was panicking and she was panicking bad. The only thought that went through her head was the ghosts that were in this cave, that were trying to steal their souls, and that were chasing them through the deep passages of the cave. Her feet were aching and she couldn't even open her eyes to see what was ahead of her, her veins were filled with adrenaline and the voice in her head was telling her to keep running. So she did.

'God I shouldn't have worn the heels that were in the box today!'

That's right people she was wearing heels, and those three-inch black heels were doing no good to her running. She was tripping, stumbling, and running. Her heels were clacking on the floor hard and her adrenaline started to wear off. She was huffing and puffing but still, she forced too herself to run as the giggles of the ghosts resonated throughout the cave.

Then she heard another voice resonate throughout the cave. "...iiivvv... ...oooouuu..." and then it spoke again "...neeevvvaaa... ...iiivvv... ...ooouuu..." The voice kept on going for the next 5 minutes. She was scared, so scared.

Scared.

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Scared.

Scared.

"AUGH-" [Y/n] screamed out loud as she then tripped on her heels falling to the floor. Tears sprang to her eyes as the pain of the fall caught up to her senses. Her adrenaline was gone, her knees were bleeding, and she looked like a mess. This is not what a princess should look like.

[Y/n] glared bitterly at the ground, gritting her teeth at the thought of herself looking so unpresentable right now. Her fingers scraped the floor leaving marks, she gripped her hands tight, so tight that small crescents formed on her hands allowing blood to escape from them. [Y/n] quickly got up, wincing as the scrapes of her arms and legs started to sting even more with the action.

"Ughh......Ah, I must look so disgusting right now...."

She wiped her tears off, looking around and she didn't see anyone around her. Hadn't they all run together towards the exit of the cave? Fear started to creep back to her again, did they accidentally go in the other direction and go inside the cave?! She couldn't believe it! 

She then looked around to search for the entrance of the cave that she had thought she had run to. Key word 'thought'.

Finally, all the fear in her settled into her body like a raging wave. It wasn't them who had run into the cave, but her! How could she be stupid?

'I can't believe I'm so dumb. I can't believe I could be so stupid. How come I, a princess, made such a stupid mistake? I am not worthy of the crown. I should have just died with my family in the castle. Why was I the one that survived? I should have just died then and there-'

Then a shiny glimmer of something shone from the corner of the cave caught her eye. It was small yet it shined like a spark of hope in the center of a dark abyss.

It was a magic stone.

[Y/n] wasting no time scrambled up to her feet and started to limp toward the stone quickly. She knelt down once again ignoring the pain she felt in her knees, and grabbed the stone immediately, bringing it to her chest.

[Y/n] sighed in shock as she fervently brought the stone to her face in a hurry, to check if she had seen right. To her joy there it was, the stone shone at the palm of her hands lighting up the area near her face. She was so happy.

"Ahhhhhh.....I am so happy right now!" exclaimed [y/n] in happiness as she stared at the shining rock in her hand.

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[Meanwhile with the boys]:

The boys had finally given up fighting the ghosts and had started running to god knows where trying to avoid the ghosts. As if the world had jinxed them, they had run into more ghosts. 

"More ghost?! How many more of these shits are there in this cave???" ace squealed as he jumped to avoid getting knocked over by a ghost. 

"If we stop to fight, we'll never get anywhere. Let's just keep moving." Deuce reassured Ace trying to keep, but deep inside he was panicking too. 

"You guys, the only thing we should worry about right now is that [Y/n]'s disappeared to go knows where and we still haven't gotten the magic stone yet!" exclaimed Yuu, getting tired of their banter. catching the boys off guard, their eyes widened at his exclamation. Ace was the first to recover from it.

"Sure, but don't act like we voted you team leader." Ace retorted at Yuu. "Also the only reason we're here is because of that stupid stunt Deuce pulled!" blurted out Ace turning his head to glare at Deuce maliciously.

Deuce looking offended retorted back angrily. "Oh? I'm pretty sure this all started because you tried to shirk your window-cleaning punishment!" 

'AHHHHHH BRO JUST SHUT UPPP' Screamed Yuu in his thoughts as he was getting more annoyed by the second.

As if the current situation was important the boys kept on arguing with each other back and forth. "So, we're bringing up ancient history now? Then if you wanna get down to brass tacks, this all started when Furball torched that statue!" Ace shouted pointing his hand at Grim, bringing him into the fight.

Grim offended by the accusation, opened his mouth to speak but Yuu put a hand on his mouth, to shut him up.

"Guys! We're in real hot water, remember?! If we don't come back with a mage stone by morning, we're all being expelled!" Yuu exclaimed trying to stop the shouting from going on. The fight was useless and insignificant, and he wasn't letting anything get in the way of getting the job done. 

"Yeah, which is why we don't need you ordering the rest of us around. It gets old real fast." Retorted Ace one more time, trying to get in the last insult at Deuce. 

"Enough Ace, calm down."

"Sure Yuu, sure"

Then a voice from the distance resounded through the cave. It was gruff and deep, like an old witch's voice but a pitch lower. It was coming from the depths of the cave.

"...iiivvv... ...oooouuu..." 

"Huhh?!??" They all exclaimed.

"...neeevvvaaa... ...iiivvv... ...ooouuu..." It spoke once again.

Ace was hiding behind deuce and Decue was hiding behind Yuu. then there was Grim he was curled up in Yuu's arms trying to hide from whatever was inside the cave.

'Great...hide behind the defenseless person I guess.....' thought Yuu sweat-dropping at them, but at the same time was trembling with fear. The voice kept coming closer and closer until they could hear the voice crisp and clear. 

"Stooonesss... Stooonesss aaare miiiiine!" Its voice grew louder, seemingly with rage, and then finally the figure of the figure's voice came into the group of four's view.

The figure was huge, so huge that it looked like it needed to slouch down so that it wouldn't hit the ceiling of the cave. Its head was made of a cracked glass globe, that oozed out some type of black liquid, which was neverending, It held a pick axe in its left hand, and an old-fashioned light in the right. Its body was built with the same black goo that oozed out from its head. It was terrifying. 

"What is that?!" Shout out Deuce in shock as he took some steps back in fear, looking at the creature in front of him. He wasn't quite sure if the scene in front of him was a dream or real.

"Myah!? No one said there would be any monsters! I would rather get expelled than fight that thing!" screamed Grim out loud as he jumped out from Yuu's arms and on to the floor trying to flee from the monster. 

Then Ace's eyes lit up with some type of realization, he turned back to the group in a hurry.  "That thing's super creepy! But didn't it just say something about "stones"?!" Deuce's face shone with happiness as Ace said that. 

"Stooonesss... ...nevvva give stooonesss...!" muttered the monster out loud so everybody could hear.

"So there ARE still magestones here!" Deuce stated in glee looking at the monster with careful eyes.

"MYAH......I know I am the greatest magician in the world but I can't defeat THAT thing!" Exclaimed Grim as the monster swung down its arm that wielded its arm to the ground.

"OMG- Guys we need to do something now." Screamed Yuu as he by a single hair dodged the monster's hand. He hid behind a rock on the edge so it wouldn't notice him.

"Huh? OMG WHAT IS THAT UGLY LOOKING THING!???" A familiar voice rang through the cave. They all went silent, as they turned their heads to the person who shouted. It was no other than-

"[Y/N]!!!!!" They all screamed in synchronization as they stared at the girl in shock.

The girl awkwardly waved her hand "....Hi...?"

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*A While Ago*

[Y/n] just sat there looking at the stone again, and again and again, until she got tired of staring at it. Was this the 1,000,000 thaumarks mage stone Crowley was so mad about? Sure didn't seem like it. 

'God I can't believe I went through all that for this stone....' [Y/n] sighed at the thought running her hand through her hair. She was so fucking annoyed. 

Then a shrill scream rang through the cave. Then another and another one and another one. It startled [y/n] to the core. 

As if on instinct her body shot up from the floor in great speed, but she soon tumbled to the wall of the cave, losing the feeling of her lags. Heh.....her legs must have fallen asleep badly if that had happened. 

She limped toward the direction of the voices holding the wall of the cave, to keep herself centered. The voices grew louder and louder until she was so close that she could feel the vibrations of their shouts from that direction. Then finally she could hear their voice properly.

"MYAH......I know I am the greatest magician in the world but I can't defeat THAT thing!"

'Omg, are they-'

"OMG- Guys we need to do something now."

'-who I think they are?'

There they were, Ace, Deuce, Yuu, and Grim all in the clutch. Though it looked like they hadn't noticed her yet, they were screaming at something at the corner of the cave. She turned her head to look at what they were looking at-

"Huh? OMG WHAT IS THAT UGLY LOOKING THING!???" She screamed out loud catching sight of the horrendous-looking monster in the corner. All their heads had turned to her, staring at her in shock.

'What is that?'

The moment she saw them catch sight of her they screamed her name out loud "[Y/N]!!!!!".

[Y/n] shocked at their loud shouts, waved her hand in reply with a cautious yet nervous- "....Hi....?"

*Back to the present*

The monster as if annoyed with their greetings flung his fist to the ground making a cloud of dust around everyone. Making everyone go in to a state of panic and disarray. "Begone! Begone! Begooone!" It screamed at them.

"Hey guys can you hear me?!" [Y/n] shouted out loud trying to get everyone's attention in the midst of the dust cloud.

"Yeah! *cough* We can hear *cough* you!" Yuu called out from the other side of the cave. "Where are you [y/n]?! We can't see anything!" 

"I'm over here just follow the sound of my voice guys! I know the way out here!" 

"Rrroooarrrgh!" The monster sounded agitated and angry so the longer they stayed here the more enraged it would become. So they need to get out of here fast. So she waited for Yuu and the others to follow her voice and come to her, as she kept shouting out loud to guide them. She was getting nervous as she couldn't hear their voices anymore, it was as if they had disappeared.

"Grrraaawrrr!" Once again even more agitated than before it roared out loud, bringing its pick axe down again. 

"Come on guys quick, please-" [Y/n] desperately called out into the cloud of dust once again.

No sound came out so she stood there defeated, tears about to spring from her eyes. Then-

"PWAH- The Great Grim's eyes are not doing good!" A body emerged from the cloud of dust, as it finally settled down to the ground. It was Grim, and right behind him were the 3 boys. 

"Guys-"

"We need to book it, and fast! That thing's gonna pound us into tuna paste!" Grim ignoring her quickly ran ahead of [y/n] going for the exit of the cave, with Ace and Deuce following him. Yuu being the most considerate had grabbed [Y/n]'s hand and dragged her towards the exit of the cave as well.

"GRRRAAAWRRR!" The monster roared one last time before the group once again returned to underneath the shine of the moonlight. They were finally back in the forest.

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*Huff Huff Huff Huff*

Everyone was huffing and puffing like they were about to blow a whole brick of house down. It was not good. Grim and [Y/n] had fallen to the ground to sit in their misery and tiredness. Deuce was on his knees hands together and looking up to the sky, and it looked like he was reciting some kind of prayer. Ace and Yuu put their hands on their knees gasping for breath. Everybody was tired.

"*Hah**Hah**hah* This should be far enough I think you guys" Gasped out Grim speaking in a strained voice trying to get as much air as he could in to his nostrils.

Ace looking up brought a figure up into the air, as if signaling everyone to stop. "Let's just give up and go home. I'll happily take the expulsion if it means never having to fight that thing again." Ace spoke in a very chill tone as if the expulsion didn't matter to him one bit. This made Deuce erupt with anger as soon as he heard those words.

"What the fuck Ace all that for nothing?! I'd rather die than get expelled from Night Raven! How can you give up when the stone is in there somewhere!" 

"Well???? We didn't see it did we?!" 

[Y/n] knowing this was her time to shine, raised her hand gaining everyone's attention. "Uh-uhm...I think I have the stone with me..."

"Really?! Are you super duper sure? Are you serious??" Deuce's face basically shone with glee as he stuck his face in to [Y/n]'s and grasping her hands in a tight grip. 

"U-uhh yeah I have it right here.....could you please let go of my hand?" Deuce reacted immediately dropping his grip on her and letting her search her pockets for the stone. 

As she rummaged her pockets for the stone, everyone stared at her eagerly waiting for her to pull out the stone. 

'Where is the stone....'

She couldn't find it. She couldn't find it at all! Where was it?! In a moment of panic, she hurriedly checked every single pocket that was on her. Her skirt pocket, shirt pocket, and jacket pocket. It was nowhere to be found. Then it hit her.

She must've dropped it in the cave! While they were running away from the monster the stone must've slipped out of her pocket, when Yuu had jerked her towards the entrance of the cave! Her face was filled with horror.

Her horror-filled face looked up to the boys, and with the foreboding silence, she once again spoke breaking it. 

"I dropped it...." she whispered.

"What did you say [Y/n]? Where's the stone?" 

"IdroppeditinthecaveandIaamverysorry!"

"You did.....WHAT?!" Deuce's voice rose up so loud that everyone around him flinched at the sound of his, [Y/n] getting the worst of it.

"I am ver-" 

"I can't believe you could be so fucking stupid! You had the opportunity to get the mage stone and you ruined it. How dumb and clumsy can you be [Y/n]?! You had one chance! ONE CHANCE!"

"Hey, Deuce watch your tone," Yuu spoke slowly getting in between [Y/n] and Deuce trying to de-escalate the situation but it was too late for that.

"NO! LET ME SPEAK!" Deuce screamed shoving Yuu aside making him fall. "You know because of you [Y/n] we have to go back in to the cave just to get the ONE STONE YOU DROPPED! I can't believe you could do this [Y/n]. You're so useless, I hope you get expelled."

"DEUCE! CUT IT OUT!" Ace being [Y/n]'s knight in shining armor, pushed Deuce on to the floor snapping him out of his daze. 

Grim running over to [Y/n] tugged on her leg to get her attention. "Hey, are you okay henchman?" He asked trying to make sure she was alright, but the only response he got was a choked sob from her and a small and fickle tear drop falling onto his face. 

That's when everything went quiet. 

Deuce stared from his position on the ground horrified at seeing the girl cry. Ace and Deuce ran over to tend to the girl leaving Deuce behind in his misery, and Grim.....oh ho ho ho Grim was fuming mad. 

"DEUCE JUST CUT IT OUT! WHY DID YOU SAY THAT?!" Grim screamed at Deuce with much vigour in his voice berating the boy on the floor. Deuce had his head down in shame, how could he scream at a girl like that? That was the exact question running through everyone's heads at the moment. 

"I am so sorry [Y/n] I didn't mean it!" 

"YOU DIDN'T MEAN IT?! YOU'RE THE REASON WHY [Y/N] IS CRYING RIGHT NOW."

"Yeah, Deuce How could you do that...." Yuu joined in.

Deuce hurriedly got up to his feet and went in front of [Y/n] and knelt down on his knee's outting his head on the floor. "I AM SO VERY SORRY [Y/N], PLEASE PUNISH ME SO THAT YOU WON'T CRY ANYMORE."

"Then let's go." The girl replied quietly before wiping her tears.

"Huh?"

"I said then let's go. We need to get the stone. Until unless we don't get that stone I won't be forgiving you at all Deuce." Her eye's were filled with forgiveness but whoever looked in to her eyes for too long could see the slight resentment glowing in her eyes.

"Thank you [Y/n], I won't disappoint you!" Deuce gasped bowing down once more, then getting up from the floor. 

*Sigh*

The rest looking from the sidelines sighed in tiredness. How long will it take for them to get the stone?

"So who's got a plan...?" asked Ace nervously raising a finger up. Everyone groaned at the idea of making a plan.

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"Are you sure this plan is going to work?" Ace asked nervously looking back at the inside of the cave where the monster was waiting for them. 

"H-hey uh-uh, you big ugly monster! I'm over here!" Screamed Grim to the monster inside the cave. The monster as soon as hearing Grim's voice had come out of grim's direction dashing to him.

"Grrraaawrrr! BEGOOOOONE!"

"A-ah Come over here you retarded looking miner!" Yuu shouted getting the monster to come his way.

"I'm going in you guys keep on distracting him!" [Y/n] shouted before dashing in to the cave once more. 

"ON IT" They all screamed in synchronization, trying to divert the monster's attention from [Y/n].

She was running to the spot where she had first crossed paths with the monster. The paths were narrow but with her memory, she knew what she was doing. 

The moment she reached the place she had met the monster, she dropped down to her knees searching for the stone in every corner of the cave's floor. She knew it was impossible but she still had to try. Then in the corner of her eye once again she saw the familiar glow of the stone shining in the middle of the floor. There it was! 

'Ahhh! I can't believe I found it again!' Tears of joy sprung from [Y/n]'s eyes as she grasped the familiar stone back to her chest. She then quickly stood up putting the stone in her jacket pocket making sure to zip it up. She dashed to the entrance of the gate.

The moment she reached the entrance of the gate she cried out to her her friends. "Hey guys I found the stone-"

Then bang. 

Ace, Deuce, Yuu, and Grim looked in horror as the monster they had been fighting flung [Y/n] across the field and into a tree with great force. 

"[Y/N]!"

"HENCHMAN ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!" 

The boy's shouted out for her but were interrupted by the monster once again as it swung its pix axe towards them.

[Y/n] gasped as she hit the tree with great force recoiling and making herself into an egg. It was painful. So painful!  She just wanted to end it right then at there. It would be no surprise if some of her ribs were broken. It hurt so much!

Tears were flowing down her face again. Why was she such a crybaby, why was she so useless? Maybe Deuce was actually right maybe she really was nothing. She watched as the boys protected her from the monster and its attacks. she was so pathetic.

"I....just want to protect......my friends....." As her eyes closed, a bright light surrounded her catching everyone's attention. 

The bright light covered her body, healing all the cuts and bruises that were littered on her skin, even her clothes had been repaired to their original state.

"Roarrghhhhhh" The monster hissed as if the light shining at it was burning it.

As it covered her body something started to sprout from her back. A burst of sparkle erupted from her back. The thing they saw on her back were a pair of big [f/c] colored wings with [s/f/c] colored highlights. As the light died own the girl was placed back on the floor, she slowly opened her eyes meeting everyone's shocked gazes. 

"Why are you staring at me like that?" 

"[Y/n]......YOU HAVE WINGS?" Ace screeched pointing at the pair of wings behind her back in shock. 

"I do-"

"Begooone! BEGOOOOOOONE!" The monster once again growled swinging its light towards Ace and Deuce, but lucky enough they had ducked down before anything bad had happened to them.

[Y/n] stared at her wings in shock, she could not fully process what had just happened. She raised her hand to touch her wings but before she could touch her wings, a big ball of light left her hands hitting the monster in the head. "HUH???" 

Deuce looking at [y/n] grinned maniacally as she laughed in joy. "Good job [Y/n] now that we have you we can defeat this monster!" 

"We're counting on you!" Yuu encouraged her too.

"Ok let's do this! One extra-large gust of wind, comin' up!" A gust of wind blew straight to the monster knocking it down. 

"Some magic voodoo light ball power tooo!" [Y/n] screamed.

"With a side of Grim's blazin'-hot fire! MYAAAH!"

The monster then stood unaffected by the attacks the two of them had made so Deuce decided to do his part as well. 

"Just stay calm, aim carefully... and pull out the biggest, heaviest thing I can think of...Get 'em, cauldron!" 

'Ah-again with the cauldron....'

*BANG*

The cauldron had fallen on top of the monster crushing it underneath. 

"That monster got smashed flat by a falling cauldron, just like Ace did Yuu!" Grim laughed in glee as he pointed to the monster crushed underneath the cauldron.

"Gee.....Thanks for the great reminder Grim...." Ace groaned.

"[Y/n]! I can't believe you have magic- and look at those wings!" Yuu squealed delightedly as he came closer to inspect the girl. "And your injuries seemed to have magically disappeared too!"

"Yeah! That was so cool [Y/n]!" Deuce also came up to look at the girl.

"Thank you guys-"

"St.....onnnneee......." Then the voice they hoped not to hear speak again. "MYYY STOOOOOOONE!"

"AHHHH IT STILL ALIVE!!!" Grim screamed as he saw the monster move, he was the closest to the monster and had gotten the biggest scare of his life. 

"Are you kiddin' me?! It's still coming! It pushed off all that weight!" complained Ace as the monster, toppling the cauldron above itself, standing up again.

"But we've weakened it! If we strike now..." Yuu staggered back seeing it stand up. 

"I'll do it." [Y/n] said looking at her hands.

"MYAH?! What?" 

"If I gather enough of the light energy I have I think I can beat it so go and distract it again." said [y/n] confidently said she started accumulating the bright light in her hands. So the boys listened to her they were going to protect the girl until she was ready for her final blow.

2 minutes later a big ball of light had formed in [y/n]'s hands. "GUY'S IM READY NOW MOVE!" She screamed at them holding the big ball of light in the air. 

"Roger that!" Yuu said moving away the others from the way.

"Woah it's so big!"

"Myah! The Great Grim is impressed!"

"Goodness gracious dude, what with girls nowadays...."

The monster then turned to look at where the source of light was coming from. 

"HEY YOU BOG UGLY MONSTER! TAKEEEEE THIISSSSSS!!!" [Y/n] screamed as she threw the big ball of light right towards the crack on the monster's head. A big crack resounded through the forest as the light engulfed it whole. everyone closed their eyes tight shut.

"GRRRAAAWRRR!" The monster screamed one more time in a distorted voice before it left and went back to the depths of the cave leaving a trail of black goo behind it. 

"Is it... over?" 

"Ahhhhhh we did ittttt!!!!!" Ace rejoiced jumping up and down again and again.

Everyone at the moment was all smiles and giggles, at the revelation that they had got the mage stone and had at the same time defeated a monster all together by themselves!

Then suddenly Grim started to sniff the air around him, before he bent down to smell the ground. He kept going forward until he found a black stone on the floor. 

" What IS this? It smells amazing!"

"Hey Grim I think You should put that down-" Yuu tried to warn him but then Grim did the unthinkable.

*Chomp*

'Oh god, he ate the motherfu*king rock....'

"That... was AMAZING!"

"HAHHH???" Ace and Deuce screeched out loud at Grim.

"Ok ok enough with the drama we need to get this mage stone to Headmaster Crowley, if you guys don't want to get expelled." [Y/n] said annoyed. holding up the mage stone in her hands. "-And we also have to tell him about these." She said pointing at her [f/c] wings. 

"Okay let's go everyone." Yuu went ahead of the group leading them to the school.

'Hahhhhhh........I can't believe I turned out to be a magic fairy princess today.....'

To be continued

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Authors Note:

I hoped you guys like the chapter. I am very sorry for my very very VERY late update. I just had tests com,ing up and I didn't want to fail them! So I really had to study!.

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Of Love and Loss Ch. 5 (RDR2 Fanfic, Arthur Morgan x F!Reader, 18+)

Summary: Needing peace of mind, you search for it in the familiar and find it in the unexpected.

Author’s Notes: Chapter five of this one.

Tags: Arthur Morgan x reader, high honor Arthur Morgan, minor character death, loss of parents, blood and injury, grief/mourning, survivor guilt, strangers to lovers, slow burn, eventual smut, graphic depictions of violence

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Of Love and Loss

Five: Fleeting Peace

Word count: 3703

I fear this may be the most foolish thing I’ve gotten myself into to date. The woman, still nameless, is in mourning or grief or both and rarely speaks. Makes me wonder what she was like before all this drama. And here I am, more idiot than guide, leading her toward land unknown by either of us. The blind leading the blind. It’ll be a miracle if we make it out alive.

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It had been two days, and you still could not stop thinking of that elk, of your father’s words in your ear, of the older man reminding you of your mother. Your mind was running in circles, an endless stretch of memory and reality closing in on each other. The only bit of normalcy to speak of was the return of your appetite.

You had eaten twice since waking on your back in that camp wagon, half whole again, the ability to keep food down born of necessity rather than any sort of want. That had led to your hunger returning, and it burned through you now with a vengeance.

It was night, you and the man had stopped and made camp, and he was cooking meat over the flames of the fire, the smell making you understand why wolves were so drawn to carnage. Your stomach was rumbling with want.

“You want some?” he asked, not even bothering to look up at you. You wished he would—you were sure your hunger was written across your face. But he didn’t, so you were forced to respond.

“Please.”

After cooking it through, he handed you half. You tore into it like a wild animal.

“Glad to see you’re eating again. I was worried this would be a short trip, starting with you starving to death.”

You shot him a glance but kept eating, needing it more than air.

Once you finished, you debated going out to kill something yourself. You were that hungry. But the thought was cut short.

“So. You ever actually been to Nebraska before?” he asked.

“No.” You backtracked, considering. “Once.”

“Which is it?”

“I’ve been once.” If you could call that being. But you didn’t elaborate. He called you on it.

“Well. Ain’t you just full of talk.”

“Always.”

He laughed. The sound drew your attention, nearly startling you. Then you realized what you had said and grew somewhat proud—your old humor finally resurfacing. It gave you the courage to speak a little more.

“My momma got pregnant with me in Nebraska. She and Pa left before they knew, but I guess it counts.”

“I guess it does,” he said. “So you made this journey before, huh?”

“I have,” you said, thinking fondly on your parents so proud to have a child together, wanting to start their lives with no one but you up in the mountains. “Though I can’t say I’ll be much help with directions.”

Arthur smiled this time, a crooked-looking thing. “No, I wouldn’t think so.”

Braving the unsettling feeling you got from talking, you went on. “Have you ever been?”

He reached in his satchel and pulled out a box of cigarettes. “Passed through a couple times. Never stopped long enough to say I’ve really been there.”

“I bet you’ve been all over.”

He stuck a cigarette in his mouth and eyed you. “What makes you say that?”

You shrugged. “Folks you run with. All those wagons.”

He nodded, lighting a match on his boot and bringing it to his mouth, cupping his hand around the flame so the wind wouldn’t catch it.

After he took a long drag, smoke curling up and whipping away, he offered you the box. You waved it away.

“Don’t smoke?”

“Don’t know how.” You said it before thinking better of it, and Arthur’s resulting expression made you wish you had come up with something else. There was a gleam in his eyes, like a boy with a scheme.

“Don’t know how? It ain’t hard.”

You shrugged, cutting off opportunity for him to push. But push he did. He held out the box to you once more. “Take one. It’ll take the edge off.”

You looked away. There was no taking the edge off. Not when the edge was as big as a mountain. A cliff to fall over.

He sat back, stowing them. “Suit yourself.”

The remainder of the night passed quickly. You bundled up in the spare bedroll you’d been given and cut out the cold, cut out everything. You were exhausted. Your side was aching after all the riding. Your whole body was. But that just leant to heavier sleep, which soon came to you quicker than it had in a long time.

You slept the whole night through. You awoke later than usual, though still early. An old habit formed by hard days of work better spent in the mornings.

Sitting up, you took in your surroundings and found Arthur kneeling by the fire. He saw you stir. “Morning. Sun’s up before you this time.”

He was exaggerating about the sun. The morning still had that blue glow to it that only a barely risen sun could make.

You made to stand anyway and sucked in a breath—the pain in your side was going nowhere. You felt your bandages under your layers to make sure they weren’t damp with blood.

“Nigh time you rewrap that anyway,” Arthur said, eyeing your hands.

“It’s fine,” you told him, trying again to stand. This time you managed it, but it must not have been a very impressive show of it. Noticing, Arthur made for you. He stepped into your space, making you retreat into yourself until he lifted your coat from your side, checking your bandages himself like it was any other thing. For some reason, you let him.

“Yeah, I’d say change these.” He stepped back. “Don’t want ‘em getting dirty.”

You stared blankly at him. You had nothing to replace the bandages with.

He gave you an amused look. “Didn’t think I came that unprepared, did you?” He walked over to his horse, pulling out more cloth from his saddle bags. “You make me take you all this way and I’m sure as shit getting you there in one piece,” he said, unraveling the cloth. He brought it over and held it out to you. You took it, glad he didn’t try to do it himself.

Realizing you would have to near abouts undress your torso entirely to rewrap it, you turned away, stepping into the nearby trees. You started shedding layers, each movement pulling on your stitches. You’d never had stitches before. Never been hurt this badly. You suddenly hoped more than anything this man knew what he was doing.

“How long do I have to keep these in?” you called out, finally getting to the bandages.

“The stitches? Depends,” he replied. “Until the skin starts to heal back together. Which in your case may be a while.”

How long was that? You thought to ask but stopped when you got all the wrapping off and saw your injured side again. It was a nasty sight. A giant bruise, black, yellow on the edges. Scraped skin. A jagged red cut with stitches holding it together, nearly six inches long. You could only sit there and look at it a moment, trying your best not to think about how you got it.

“How do you take them out?” you blurted.

“Just cut the knot and pull. Won’t even hurt.”

Like hell it wouldn’t. You had half a mind not to let him near you again.

“How’s it look?” he asked. “Swollen at all?”

Desperate not to look at the wound a second longer, you started wrapping it, not caring if it was green so long as you didn’t have to see it carving up your side.

“No,” you answered. It truthfully wasn’t. A little agitated, but considering the damage, that seemed expected. You probably should have cleaned it a little but used the excuse of there not being any water around.

You finished winding the cloth around your middle, securing it before observing your work. It was shoddy. You let your short chemise back down, and it bunched up where you had tied the bandage off. You let out an annoyed breath, smoothing it over best you could before putting your shirt back on. When you tucked it in, you purposely left it baggy. No need to draw Arthur’s attention, make him feel the need to rewrap it.

You donned your vest and coat, making sure your father’s ledger was still in the inside pocket, and stepped out of the trees.

Arthur turned your way. “You sure it’s fine? You’d tell me if it looked like it was gonna kill you, right?”

You didn’t respond. Even though it didn’t look bad, dying from natural causes didn’t seem like something you could stop. It was a higher hill to climb, one you didn’t care enough to do anything about.

You started making way to your horse when Arthur stopped you with a hand around your wrist. “Right?” he insisted, voice lower. That same commanding voice he had used on the man who had cornered you by the river.

Surprised that he had grabbed you, you yanked your hand away and pushed passed him without a word. It was an odd thing—you didn’t feel fearful like you would if anyone else had grabbed you. You were angry with him. He knew better.

He let out an annoyed groan and a small word that was likely ‘Jesus’ but let you be. And, getting back to the matter at hand, you headed for your horse. You wanted to go on a hunt. The only real hunting you had done since being on your own was the elk hunt, and even that hadn’t been usual enough to sate your desire. You needed the quiet of the land around you, the animals calling out to each other. Nothing else to think on but prey and your father telling you to focus, to breathe out, to shoot. It was peace unlike anything else—something you desperately needed.

You got the spare rifle you had been loaned off your horse, examining it. It was a basic thing. Perfect, really, for its intended job.

“If you’re planning on shooting me with that, I can promise you, I shoot quicker.”

Peace interrupted once more, you closed your eyes and took a breath before turning to Arthur.

“I’m going hunting. Alone.”

“Like hell you are. Feel like getting yourself eaten in the process?”

You narrowed your eyes. “I’ve been hunting for most of my life. I know how to protect myself.”

“I don’t doubt that, but like I said, I’m getting you home in one piece. So I’m coming with you wherever you go. You don’t like it, you shouldn’t have asked me along in the first place.”

“I need…” You couldn’t say it. Not to this stranger. Peace. And how to explain that you could only get it in the woods, surrounded by animals and nothing more.

He waited expectantly, his hands on his gun belt. You huffed a breath, needing him to understand but knowing he wouldn’t. He was too stubborn to give it up.

“Fine,” you said. “You can come. But please stay quiet. I need quiet.”

He quirked an eyebrow but said nothing more.

After taking some ammunition from him for your gun, the two of you left the horses and your small camp behind and set off. You went where sound and sight led you, unfamiliar with the terrain but immediately picking up on a few deer trails. The tall animals usually barreled through the woods in the same places, leaving small tunnels through the trees and low-growing bushes. Even though the tunnels were much less obvious than they would be in winter, you followed them.

Much of hunting was thinking like the animal you chose to stalk. Deer were all instinct, all bursts of speed and subtle power at the slightest noise. Rabbits were less thoughtful but faster still. Anything bigger was normally aggressive, and anything else was not much for hunting. It was a game, a need fulfilled and satisfaction saw through. You found yourself floating along with the feel of it, the first time you hadn’t been weighed down since the fall. Then a loud pop of a stick sounded behind you, and you whipped around.

Arthur stared right at you, almost like he was waiting for you to get onto him for it. Not wanting to make more noise than necessary, you only held a finger up to your mouth to quiet him and continued on.

After enough walking that you reached a place your were sure other humans hadn’t touched in years, you stopped. You knelt and examined the ground, listening hard. There was a lot to stillness. Much more than other hunters realized. So you sat, letting the animals reveal themselves rather than chasing them down.

Ten minutes passed without a thing. Then, slowly, came three deer. They likely smelled you or Arthur, their heads occasionally popping up, their tails twitching. But you stayed still, became the woods around you, waiting for their trust.

They were foraging around, likely searching for food they would need before the snow hit. It made them desperate, and desperation gave way to ill caution. More minutes passed, and they forgot to be afraid of that unknown smell. They walked on far enough that moving your gun to your shoulder wouldn’t be noticed by those round brown eyes. You did so slowly and silently, hardly breathing. You aimed for the doe in the middle, the only one with her side turned to you—the easier shot. You waited a few beats, watching, not rushing. You always used to rush, and your father had called you on it every time. It usually resulted in an unclean kill or spooked game. So you waited, making sure all was in order, hearing your father tell you to be patient before you let out your last breath.

The gun fired, startling the deer and the birds and everything alive. When the deer went down, you weren’t torn apart by it this time. You were proud. You had done everything right, just as he had taught you. A hunt years in the making. You had just never known what the cost of it would be—to be so sure despite being so alone.

“You keep shooting like that, and I’ll start to think you’re some sort of sharpshooter.”

The voice startled you. You were so engaged in what you were doing you’d forgotten the man was there. You turned to him, looking at him without really seeing. Wordlessly, you stood and made for the deer.

Sure enough, it had been a rather impressive shot. The deer hadn’t been close by any means, not to mention the trees spanning the distance between you. You’d hit her right in front of her ears, downing her immediately, just as you had the elk. If it had been a buck, you’d have gone for the heart, but this doe had made it easy on you. You knelt beside her and heard footsteps beside you, then the scraping sound of a knife against leather. You looked up to find Arthur holding his knife out to you. Willingly this time. So different from the elk hunt.

“Thank you,” you managed, taking it from him. You meant it in more ways than one. Despite who he was, talkative and humorous, he had let you be more times than you truly deserved in the short span of the time you knew him.

He didn’t respond, so you got to work.

In an hour, the pair of you were back to your horses with enough meat to last you weeks. Probably the whole trip. Arthur had brought a little of the elk along but left most of it for his people, so this would more than cover you in the meantime. Especially with how cold the weather was turning. That was one thing your mother loved about the snow—meat didn’t go bad in such coldness. Or it took a lot longer to. You silently thanked her for that small knowledge as you packed down your horse.

“May be easier to use one horse to pack,” Arthur said. “We can both ride the other.”

“Not enough meat here,” you said simply. Plus, you didn’t want to ache twice as bad when you were suddenly without a saddle.

“Ain’t you knowledgeable,” he quipped. “How’d you learn all this anyway?”

“Learn what?” You finished with the meat and took some to cook.

“Hunting like that. I thought Hosea was good, but I ain’t ever seen anything like that. You track like a bloodhound.”

Your chest welled with pride. “My father taught me.”

“Well he was a good teacher then.”

You ignored the ‘was’ and went on, happy to brag on him. “He grew up in the country, in the Nebraska plains. He always did want to move to the mountains, but he was already a man of the land before he was even a man. That love of it, that reverence, it made him a good hunter.”

“I’m sure,” Arthur said.

With that, your father’s warm memory running through you, you made for the fire to eat a well-deserved meal.

You were halfway through eating when Arthur asked, “Is that how your father made his living then? Hunting?” It was a curious question, one that made you stare at the man because he said it with such caution. Like he knew better than to be asking it. You wondered why but let it slide. Instead of answering, you tugged the ledger out of your inside pocket and handed it to Arthur.

He fumbled it open, his eyebrows drawing together in confusion over the first few pages. They were where your father had learned his letters, likely scribbled nonsense to Arthur. But he kept flipping and eventually must have reached something he recognized, as he began to read.

You took your last bite of food when he asked, voice full of confusion, “Does this say goat?”

You looked over at him where he sat, poring over the ledger like it was the most interesting thing in the world. You felt pride surge through you once more before getting up to make him show you what he was talking about. “Where?”

He pointed to a spot on a page, and you sat at his side and squinted. The word could have been goat. It could have been a lot of things. Your father had also taken on a peculiar shorthand of his own making that only you and your mother could read. Her more so than you.

“Go back a page.”

Arthur did so, and you spied the date across the top line—May of 1888. The memory made the edge of your mouth tug upward.

“Sure does. That’s the year we had goats. The only year we did. Momma hated them. Here, go back.” He flipped to the page he had asked about, and you pointed to the numbers on the edge of the page. “Some figures for what he sold that month. See the goat line?”

“W…B? Am I reading that right?”

You couldn’t keep your smile at bay now. It was a foreign thing, feeling it stretch across your face. Something you didn’t think you had the strength to do anymore. But you did as you said, “Wolf bait.”

“Wolf bait?” Arthur turned to you, voice full of disbelief. His eyes locked onto you so close that you noticed for the first time how colorful they were. Gemstone green and sea blue. That made you come to your senses, your nerves taking hold. You quickly looked away, though your smile at the memory never quite left.

“Yep.”

“You’re kidding me,” he said. “You fed the goats to wolves?”

You thought of the end line for that year written later in the ledger—the most profitable year your father had ever recorded. You smiled again. “Something like that. They may have gotten loose and…”

Arthur let out a laugh.

“What?”

“Nothing. Just…of all the ridiculous things to make you finally crack a smile,” he said, shaking his head. “I didn’t figure for goddamn goats.”

It was a bit silly, but you suddenly couldn’t keep a straight face. You wondered when the last time that had happened was.

“Then what’s this?” he asked. He pointed to something else in the ledger, and you were swept away from any further thought about happiness or the lack of it.

The pair of you sat together and pored over the pages for what felt like an hour. You couldn’t remember the last time you had felt so riddled with pride over something. It was like showing the very heart of both your parents to Arthur. It was an entire livelihood written down. Your childhood, your adolescence, your adult memories all coming back to you. It was exactly what you needed. The very thing to pull you outside of yourself for a moment, however brief.

It only occurred to you once the camp was packed up, you and Arthur had mounted, and the trip resumed that he had latched onto that ledger on purpose. Not because it was inherently interesting, and not because of any sort of politeness. It was because the ledger had been the first thing to make you speak, truly speak, since you’d met the man. He had picked up on that, on your love of your family before everything had gone so wrong. And he used it to help ease the pain for a little while. You realized then you were wrong about him. He was gruff and overly honest and sometimes flat out mannerless, but he was smarter than you figured for. Or maybe caring was the better word.

While the pair of you made out into another cold day, you were suddenly glad you had picked Arthur to come with you over anyone else. The man who had cared enough to save you. The one who was doing it still.

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[zaimta]

T.M.I

zai says: i think imma release these every friday, when the other ones come out yall will be able to tell that this was the first one i did also i'm gon milk this arc till the day i die n y'all know this

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you looked in the mirror in disgust, you hated what you saw, nothing but a broken person who couldn't even stay true to what they believed in. nothing more than a puppet being toyed with by the puppet master.

you and freed walked side by side to the church, he could tell you were feeling a slight amount of guilt but he had yet to figure out something that was bothering him “y/n. it’s clear that laxus will only listen to you at this point. but maybe he is beyond that point…however, i must ask why haven’t you told him to call this all off? it’s clear you don’t want much to do with this. so why y/n? why do you fight for something you don’t believe in?”

“because i-”

“damnit!” you shouted at the memory flooding your brain, you clutched your head looking down at your feet, and you then felt tears streaming down your cheek “why wasn’t i strong enough? i’m pathetic.”

back then you knew the answer to his question and you still do now, your guilt was eating you alive not allowing you to think clearly

your arms fell slack by your sides and you fell to your knees, tears still streaming down your cheeks

“maybe i’m just a fool freed.” he sent a smile your way his eyes screamed pity, just a pitiful glare for a shameful idiot and you hated every second of it.

“i should have done more back then, anything would have been better than this outcome. i was too weak to stop it, i was just a love-sick fool who was blinded by that fact. after all this time did he even love me back? was i following him blindly just for him to not even love me back?” despite all the fond memories you made your doubts triumph over everything you knew and what he told you.

shame flooded your mind, you felt embarrassed to feel this way, to wallow in your own shame and regret. these feelings were all too familiar to you and you hated every last second of it, every pitiful millisecond was nothing short of hell to you, he was long gone and out of your life but yet your doubts in your relationship still followed you.

“please…make it stop.” you mumbled weakly as if your pleas would be heard while your tears flowed like a river.

“because i loved him. no matter how many people i had to hurt i wanted to see him happy again.”

i hate myself i look in the mirror and start to cry stupid self sabotage every time t.m.i i think i'm the worst criticize everything 'til it hurts

you don’t know but you picked yourself and decided to go to the guild hopefully some time around your friends would do you some good, and there it was again the pitty glances, you smiled throughout them all but there was only so much you could take.

you went to an empty table to clear your thoughts and felt a hand on your shoulder, you tensed up bracing for those words “how are you holding up?” lucy spoke to you as if you were fragile and you could break at any second, or that’s what it felt like to you anyway. you snatched your shoulder away from her grip and sent her a glare “im fine. why does everyone treat me like i’m some fragile thing?”

bet you wish you never asked sorry if i made you sad at least you know now where i'm at

you dropped your shoulders suddenly aware of how tense you were, you groaned and ran a hand down your face “shit. i’m sorry lucy i’m just…tired.”

“y/n im sorry i didn’t mean to-” you cut the celestial mage off “no it’s not your fault you were just trying to check on me.” you felt something run down your cheeks, we’re you crying? after all this time an ‘are you okay’ was what it took to get to you. you excused yourself and headed into the bathroom, it was pathetic you felt like a failure crying in a public restroom. you were nothing more than a waste of space who couldn’t have anything go your way.

“it’s all my fault. maybe if i was more firm?? who am i kidding maybe if i said something anything he still would have been here.” you think to yourself causing your tears so flow like a river down your face.

you looked in the mirror and saw the weakest person you ever saw, and it took everything in you not to smash that mirror.

“y/n?” evergreen said while knocking on the bathroom door “im coming in okay?” she walked into the bathroom and noticed the tears on your cheeks and she wordlessly wiped them away and sighed “what am i going do with you n/n? we’ve got to get you a better coping mechanism” she chuckled quietly at her own joke, she pulled down her dress so it was at least covering her legs and sat on the floor, she patted the spot next to her with a gentle smile inviting you to sit. you wordlessly sat next to her with your knees pulled up to your chest.

“i know this is hard on you right now, but you can’t keep pushing us away we’re here for you…freed told me how you have been feeling.” you sighed deeply “so you know everything?” she shook her head “i only know freed’s assumptions, if you don’t want to talk about it that’s okay but you can’t keep letting your emotions eat you alive it’s not healthy for you y/n.”

the two of you sat there in silence for a while, you broke the silence with a small sigh and began opening up to evergreen about how you’ve been feeling “i feel like it’s all my fault ever…i feel like i could have done more maybe if i said something this whole thing wouldn't have happened or maybe he wouldn’t have been kick out of the guild” you pull your knees closer to your chest as you speak “i loved him ever, and now i might not even see him again.”

evergreen rested her hand on yours with a soft smile, you looked at her and her eyes didn’t scream pitty nor did they feel as if they were looking down at you and it was comforting “you don’t have to be guilty for anything y/n, we all made the choice to follow his plan…and he’s quite the ambitious man you know that, no matter what he would have seen his plan through till the end.”

you returned the smile “yea you’re right” the smile didn’t reach your eyes and she knew that, she knew you needed time how much time was all up to you however.

i hate myself i look in the mirror and start to cry super self sabotage every time t.m.i i think i'm the worst criticize everything 'til it hurts if you knew me better, you would like me worse t.m.i

[strawberryhierophant]

In the Box: Writing Practice

I do the girls a service. I put them in the Box. I wish someone would do the same for me. I wish there was a Box for me.

They don't like it. The girls don't appreciate it. I can't blame them. It isn't pleasant. But God knows it's better than the alternative. It's better than this.

"How's the missus, Derrick?"

"The missus is fine."

She's in the Box, I could say — or really, I couldn't say, not to him. He wouldn't understand. Nobody does, not anymore than the girls understand, not like I do.

"Almost lunch," he says. I can smell the stench of onions on his skin. He works too damn close to me, all the time.

Behind me, the rhythmic hissing of saws and hammers and measuring tape bears down on me. I have to stop myself from glancing back all the time at the god damn sound of it. The wood men themselves are quiet enough. They work silently, but I can feel them there. I an hear their shuffling footsteps, their heavy breathing back there behind me.

I look ahead. I look down at my work, assembling the chairs, piece by piece. I try to ignore the feel of the men behind me, and think of the precious Box.

"Brought mine," he says, standing much too close, holding his paper sack up in the air and giving it a wave. He grins at me like an idiot.

"Forgot mine," I lie. That way, I won't have to sit with him, or any of them.

The energy in the warehouse shifts at lunch. There's no bell, but work stops, and men seem to scatter. They whoop and holler. The pounding of their feet fills the air like the sound of a million birds taking flight. I can't hardly see from the damn sound. When they push past each other, crowding near me, as they rush to grab coffee from the break station, I can't hardly breathe. It's like being stuck outside in a tornado. I drop the chair I'm assembling and hurry away, to the bathroom.

"Where you going?" he asks, his voice sharp.

"Hey, where you going?"

The question pursues me like a knife at my back. I walk faster.

The Box, I want to say.

I close the bathroom door. Quiet. Almost silent. I let go a long trembling sigh. The cold tile seems to keep the bathroom nice and cool. The hum of the AC in here keeps the voices and other sounds out. I wipe the sweat away and think of the girls, how lucky they are.

They didn't like going in the box last night. They never do, not any of them.

There's a pounding at the door.

Occupied! I want to scream. I lean over the cold sink and turn the handle, breathing hard. Water rushes out of the faucet.

"Hey! This ain't a private room! Open the door for the rest of us!"

Tonight, I'll take an extra girl. For the Box. If this man leaves, I'll do two girls instead of one.

"Damn it!"

There's cursing and muttering, I think. The footsteps retreat, I'm pretty sure.

I turn off the faucet. I wait by the bathroom door. The man is gone. But I listen to make sure, pressing my ear to the door.

Tonight, I'll empty the box. The girls should be done by now. It's been a few weeks. I'll do two girls tonight instead of the one.

I unlock the door and go to turn the handle. The sound comes flooding back. Men chortling and cursing and howling. Outside of the warehouse, truck engines rumble. I step back into the bathroom for a moment. The sound quiets.

I think about the girls. How lucky they are to be in the Box. They don't even know it. They won't know, until tonight, whoever they are.

I step out of the bathroom. The sounds assault me instantly. Shouts and stifling heat and blinding light. The whole world feels like a giant cocklebur sticking me. I wish I could get away.

"There you are!" he says.

I think of the Box. I'll do the girls a service tonight. They won't like it.

"Where have you been?" he says, following me.

My hands ball into fists, and I almost fall upon him. But he hangs back and I escape.

"Where you going?" he asks.

In the Box, I want to say. But I don't. I won't. I can't.

But the girls can. I'll make sure of it.

[blogblogbloggittyblog]

may 11-14, 2022

im gonna try to write about my feelings again because maybe thatll make me feel less like shit all the fucking time. i dont even understand why im so upset about this. like. i think its cuz i romanticized the shit out of him and let myself believe that he liked me and i kinda allowed myself to be vulnerable around him and that he was there when me and noah broke up so he like kinda helped me a lot that night and idk he is rly nice and maybe i was literally in love with him or still am. and maybe the problem is that i realized how shitty that i am that he couldn’t even wanna be friends with me. maybe im such a selfish manipulative bitch that even he couldnt handle it. and i thought that he liked me and maybe that made me feel good about myself. but also i felt like shit because i fucking cheated on noah basically. and he told me i deserved better and i thought he would be the better one but he had a girlfriend and that already made me feel like shit and that time we kissed it was the most pathetic thing ive ever done because it was bad. it was bad and he thinks im pathetic and idk how to stop it i think the root issue is that i think that he thinks im a pathetic stupid idiot bitch liar. and maybe i am. god i hate him but i have no right to because all ive heard is good things about him. god. what the fuck. i need to move on from this but i quite literally dont know how to do that without getting some sort of closure but also THATS SO FUCKING STUPID BECAUSE U DIDNT DO ANYTHING AND HE DOESNT OWE U ANYTHING god.

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think the main issue is that im not a good person and i hate people who are better than me and i guess that makes me even worse. like i hate cameron because she’s quite literally perfect. and it makes me fucking hate myself. shes so pretty and confident and smart and articulate and talented and she has all that i want rly. i saw her and thomas adams today and it literally made me wanna die. im never gonna have that. no matter how much i delude myself into thinking that im this nice hot smart person. no one has ever wanted me for more than a year. if that. i hate myself. i genuinely can’t think of one thing i like about myself. because im not good at school. im not good at art, i havent made a single decent thing in like half a year, i dont do anything outside of school, im ugly, and not skinny, and a liar and im not a good daughter. i hate myself. i think i like being in relationships because then the person can fall in love with some weird fake version of me and i can believe that maybe im half-decent. harry is just another example of how i cant maintain relationships that i care abt. i dont even think i have any genuine friends. im pretty sure they all dislike me severely. god. i. suck.

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im literally in love w him or smth because he’s so nice and i want him to fucking like me too i wish he did how do i get him to like me but also i want noah back because it was so much easier and i could just love him and he loved me and it wasn’t turbulent and weird. and dustin is nice but that’s abt it. i like him but that’s all there is to it and i feel bad for like asking him on a date cuz fuck. but harry is different because he doesn’t even like me lnao and i want him to like me so bad i want him to be in love with me and go out w me and be my fucking bf and it’s so stupid and pathetic but i like him sm

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impermanence of life it’s funny how i really thought we were gonna be together for a long time and how i thought i’d love him for so long not just him but seb too like i thkught she was it like that was the end and it’s so scary how blinding and deceiving and deluding it is to be in love or at least think that u are. even when i tried to be so so so overly pessimistic and realistic with noah i still rly thkught we’d be together for at least a couple years i mean im glad we didn’t cuz like then it’d be even fucking harder to get over it but yeah and i loved him i loved him so much and he made me light up and he loved me too and he also wanted to be with me and that somehow makes it even worse the fact that it’s a mutual temporary affliction jt sucks

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and like it’s so fuckinf scary how in love i was even with noah like so blindly in love or maybe it was good and i just don’t remember i wonder if there’s another universe where we’re still together . i don’t wanna be in it because i know we could both find someone who fits with us better but god it sucks when someone loves you so much and makes you feel so good but then they slip away even if they don’t want to

[mcheang]

Shadow and Bone S2 E3 recap

This one definitely has the best title opening so far.

Spoiler alert

The scales have sunk partially into Alina’s skin, making it look more like a bracelet. Alina already looks and sounds corrupted with power in this first scene…

Cuff or bracelet?

Jesper calls out Kaz for caring more about vengeance than his injured crew. Kaz sends him and Wylan to one of Pekka’s holdings to investigate. Inej disappears. Kaz finally tells Nina who to look for in Hellgate. Nikolai takes Alina and Mal through the Fold with a flying boat. Alina’s power actually lets them see either sky or the other side of the Fold. But her connection to the Darkling interrupts the process and her light fades as she passes out. After a fight with the volcra, the boat crashes into east Ravka. After seeing the size of the Fold, Alina’s power post-seawhip, and ignoring what I know about R&R, 3 amplifiers don’t look they could destroy the Fold either. Why not just make a tunnel for the time being? Sturmhond finally reveals himself to be prince Nikolai and Alina punches him lol At Kirigan’s headquarters, David arrives and stops Genya from warning him to leave before the Darkling overhears. I think it was creating monsters that was a dealbreaker for her, rather than the Fold expanding. Anyway Kirigan asks David to see if he can use merzost without the side effects. David seems more comfortable around Kirigan than Genya, whose nerves are obvious. Vasily is in charge of the First Army and focuses on Grisha rather than Fjerda, ignoring the northern front and clearly scaring the Grisha to join Kirigan. Wow. He is an idiot. At the Spinning Wheel where the royal family are hiding, Nadia greets Alina. Hmm, if Fedyor is not there, is he with Kirigan? Anyway we meet Adrik, who looks older than I expected. Zoya is there too. Jesper and Wylan break into Pekka’s estate where his son is living. Kaz finally tells Inej Pekka killed his brother when she also calls him out for gambling their lives. She kills the assassin hired to hunt her. I think the Darkling’s line to Alina in S&S about how it gets easier to kill with time is best applied here. Kirigan hears the news of Alina’s return and demands Baghra tell him what she knows of the Firebird. He cuts off her finger. Ok, I take back what I said about him in recap ep 2 about being better than book Darkling. Losing is a finger is just as bad as blinding her! This is the dealbreaker for David and he agrees to leave with Genya and warn Alina. I hope they are careful but I know what happens in S&S and I suspect I know what Kirigan will do to traitors. Alina learns Kirigan is alive and Nikolai proposes to her because he believes their alliance with help keep Ravka from falling apart and protect her. Unlike book Mal, show Mal actually keeps his cool, stays modest and points out they need the alliance to Alina. Wow, they really did a character change for him….I mean it was obvious before, but this is shown especially in this scene, at least for me. I kept asking myself is this really Mal…? And while I agree Kirigan is too toxic for Alina now, I still wish the Malina scenes would speed up. I’m still not a fan of that. Genya and David have better chemistry to me. Speaking of whom, Kirigan catches Genya escaping while David manages to avoid detection and runs. Genya calls Kirigan out for using her to get to Pyotr. Kirigan refuses to let her go after she pleads to leave and sets the nichevo’ya on her. Jesper and Wylan agree not to tell Kaz about Pekka’s son but he already knows, he just wants the name. Matthias and his cell mate are getting along but Matthias is forced to fight. Nina witnesses it and Pekka’s notices her interest in Matthias. He blackmails her to bring him Kaz. Kirigan despairs that his grandfather’s journal is missing as he had hoped it would contain answers about a cure for his condition. This is what finally sets him into a screaming rage, in private. But then he decides to focus on the tether and visits Alina while she is sleeping. His message is wasted if she is sleeping! Alina agrees to be engaged to Nikolai. But considering they are both in pajamas, the scene looks rather intimidate and reminds me of when Alina visited Kirigan at night in season 1.

OMG, the guy who acts as Kaz’s brother so reminds of Ethan Diaz from the Disney show Stuck in the Middle. When it comes to the nichevo’ya, I know i forgot to add it for the S2 E1 post, but my reaction to them is…unafraid. I skimmed through a Netflix horror movie earlier called Come Play and Larry is scarier. These ones are practically fog humanoids…so I can’t be scared of that. Much as I like Kirigan, I do say that cutting off Baghra’s finger is unforgivable. She may have betrayed him…like massively, but she did raise and protect him for years. For someone so afraid of being alone, he sure is doing all he can to ensure that. I still hope he manages to find a happy ending, somehow redeeming himself. I do blame Anastas for the whole mess with the Fold.

[hyunsuks-beanie]

I'm Home

Pairing: Yeonjun x childhood best friend! reader

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Content Warnings: None really, just Yeonjun being an idiot and a heavy dose of pining; mentions of mild jealousy

Part of: Mellow's You've Got A Letter Event

Mellow speaks: To the nonnie who had requested it, thank you so much for such an adorable request, I really loved writing it!! I hope you enjoy!

Tagging: @axartia @sweethyuka @yedammi @ivyvesisi @yunhorights

Hey Y/N,

Been a while, hasn't it? How have you been these past few months? I hope you're doing good. Congratulations on your graduation, by the way, I wish I could have been there to cheer for you like you've been doing all these years. 

Oh right. You might be wondering why I know, or maybe even why I care. Well, even though it might seem that I don't, I do. I really do, perhaps even more than I used to do. And your mom, as always, has been nothing but a sweetheart, filling me in on what's happening in your life, every time I asked. 

I know you really have been looking forward to stepping out of uni and making a name for yourself, and while I'm not sure you're gonna believe me, so have I. That spark in your eyes whenever the two of us used to talk about our future on those swings, it was always brighter than the one in mine. 

I'm proud of you for having come this far, I truly, honestly am. But, it still hurts knowing I wasn't there for you in one of your happiest moments, all because I was too chicken to face the truth that day. You must be thinking I'm just fooling around, bringing hurtful memories up, and you have every right to think so. But I really am being honest right now, and even though it took me some time, I finally did realize that letting you go that day was the biggest mistake I've ever made. 

So here's me, putting my pride to the side as once and admitting to the feelings I've been hiding away in the deepest part of my heart all this time. So deep that even I couldn't understand them when they came to the fore the first time. I'm sorry, I know this might seem confusing, but I guess what I'm trying to say is that.......

I love you, Y/N L/N. I really, really do, with everything I have, and everything I am. I have loved you since the moment I came to see what love actually is. I loved you when I was leaving for Seoul all those years ago, and I loved you when you came all the way there by train, just to wish me luck for my debut. I didn't know it then, being the idiot that I am, but I could still feel it. 

I could feel the jealousy claw at my heart every time I watched you talk a little too much to Soobin, and I could feel my heart skip a beat whenever you rubbed your eyes full of sleep when I FaceTimed you after practice. Heck, I could even feel it in the way I smiled and ran off to my room whenever your letters arrived, not wanting anyone else to see what was meant only for my eyes. 

But still, I was too blind to not realize how I'd been suppressing those feelings, how I'd been holding myself back from falling for you, until that day. That day was when I lost control at last, leaning in to kiss you. I couldn't help it, you looked so beautiful with the slivers of sunlight shining on your skin, and that gorgeous smile on your face. It was in that moment that I knew. Knew that you were the one who I wanted to give myself to. 

And yet, there was nothing I could do about it. Or rather, I was scared of what would happen. You're the first person, the only person I've felt this way for, and the thought of all the what ifs scares me to the bone. That day, my heart was telling me to take a leap of faith, but my mind screamed at me to stop, to shut those feelings out. Because I know that dating me isn't going to bring with itself the beautiful, happy life that you deserve. 

It's true Y/N. In my eyes, you really do deserve the world, and I was scared that I won't be able to give you that world. So I did what I thought would be best.......I avoided you. For months on end. And I'm not lying when I say these past few months have been the worst of my life. Your smile, your voice, your presence, I missed it so much it hurt me physically. You have been plaguing my thoughts and haunting my dreams, and it's slowly been breaking me from the inside.

And I just can't take it anymore. I might be being selfing, but now that I've come to terms with how much I care for you, in more ways than I can count, I don't think I'll be able to control these feelings anymore. So pathetic as it may seem, I want to confront these feelings in the right way this time, and I want to make it up to you, by telling you what I couldn't that day, in person. 

I'm not asking you to forgive me, and I'm not asking you to consider having something with me. But if you leaning in when I did that day is a sign, then all I'm asking from you is to come to our spot tonight at 9. I'll be waiting. 

Oh, and I forgot to tell you. I'm home. Home to you.

Until tonight, 

Yeonjun

[feralmoonlight]

I wish you luck with your endeavors with the Sleuths- all I'm gonna say is that I ended up simping for/ releating heavily to Y/N in that story-

Okay okay back to THE MEAT-

I don't wanna ruin any plot peices however, the idea that Y/N shows the boys how people are supposed to treat them seems like a important peice of the pie.

I can fully imagine this super shy Y/N learn about how shittily their current "handler" is being and get Sun to talk about said treatment giving him a safe space. Mind you maybe this comes up in casual conversation and Sun says it like it's no big deal.

Do you this this Y/N would be proactive in their want to help Sun/Moon? (Of course once they get to know them more cuz anxiety is fun)

*Deep breath* As an anxiety riddled idiot myself... I will absolutely bend over backwards and go out of my way and basically ruin myself to help someone in need I'm even slightly close to? It is a problem lol. BUT that said, I DO feel like this YN would be an absolute bleeding heart, and while they aren't really 'well off' themself, especially if we go the artist route (ordering out that much just for a chance to talk to this dude would hurt their wallet -oh god is this a crush or just the crippling loneliness theyd didn't realize they had???-) learning even a bit about how they're doing this job for some other human thats basically forcing them to or they'll kick them to the curb would light a blind rage inside. It would take a bit to actually manifest into action though. Don't wanna overstep or push too hard cause what if saying something about that would push them away from you? What if one day you said the wrong thing, and then the next time they made a delivery they just... Handed the food off and left. Like they're supposed to. What if they DIDN'T sit around and talk for fifteen-twenty minutes, or make sure that your delivery was the last stop so they could make some excuse to stay over for the night(Moons introduction pending???)

What if you lost your currently only local... friend? Are you friends? Becuase YOU thought something that's working for them is bad and YOU want them to change their whole life just cause YOU're reading too much into a situation? But talking more, realizing they're actually unhappy about it, cause this human is NOT their friend as much as they claim them to be(realizing they call them their friend to be polite but it always lacks the same bounce and energy as when he calls YOU friend, or sunshine, or any other cute little pet name he's picked out for the day).  It always falls flat. Like it's forced. Like the lines of his smile strain when he dips into discussing his personal life... No, that's too heartbreaking, for such a wonderful sweet PERSON like him to have to deal with. They have their freedom now, but they're still being treated like a tool? Not on your watch. You start making the effort of inviting him to stay over, and it starts to become second nature, even on days when you havent ordered food, to hear the soft knock on your front door, different patterns but always the same tone, that you have a visitor for the night. CUE MOON REVEAL. Because everyone loves a sudden power outage. He's WELL aware of how friendly you've been with Sun, casually commenting in the back of his mind, convinced there's something wrong with you and teasing constantly BUT he also is under the full belief that you're full of shit and using him somehow. There's an ulterior motive. There has to be. So far out of every human they've interacted with, you're the only one that treats them THIS different. Yeah some are nice enough, but the interactions are short and dismissive. The guy they work for now is a complete dick and insists Moon not be let out at all. He's scared of him, and for good reason. He's tired of being cooped up though, so when you and Sun were sitting in the livingroom, something queued up on the TV, you working on a commission on the couch with the golden animatronic crosslegged on the floor and leaning back against the seat next to you.. Well. Lights out, and time for an introduction. He had a hunch you were considering asking about him staying with you, but you still had no idea there was this other side to sun. And Moon is about to push ALL of the buttons that should make you abort. He's very good at that. He knows better than to kill you, though. Sun wouldn't forgive him. But if he can make you show off your true colors, how you'd handle Moon, if you'd make the same cruel decision to keep him locked away and missing his half of this new freedom, well. That's one thing he and Sun had talked about in the past. Something that always made him hesitate to mention Moon existing. He was scared Moon would be right. (tune in next time for 'how unhinged and dangerous is moon currently? who fucking knows!')

[buttterknifeee]

How long is forever? - Teen Titans x Aquagirl!Reader

Masterlist

Request: "Hello, May I request an episode insert in the Teen Titans episode 'How Long Is Forever?'"

Summary: Starfire takes a trip to the future... only to find out that you and the other Titans have disbanded. Will she find a way back to the present, or will you live an unfulfilling life forever?? (from S2 EP1)

Pairings: None

Word Count: 3919

A/N: Hey!!! sorry this took a while, it was super hard to write it due to most of it being in Starfire's POV. Most of the episodes in the series are centered around specific titans, so if you have an idea for an Aquagirl centered episode, feel free to send it in!!! (theres also a grand total of one cuss word in there)

Aquagirl’s Room - 2004

“Where is it? Where is it?” you mumble, tearing your room apart. You were looking for one of your CDs that you were in the mood for listening to. You threw your clothes into the air, looked under your bed, and even checked inside of your fish tank, holding the water containing a few tropical fish above you until you gave up. You sighed, finally checking the clock. You realized that you’ve been in your room for an hour and you haven’t even said hello to the other titans. You quickly change into your suit and head to the living room.

You stretched as you walked in. “Hey guys-” you stop in confusion at the scene in front of you. Starfire was standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, holding a bunch of necklaces and boxes and babbling something about “Blorthorg”, Beast Boy and Cyborg were brawling for a video game remote, Raven was reading silently and holding up a pair of nail clippers (?) telepathically, and Robin….

Anger bubbles up inside of you as you realize that he was in front of the stereo, blasting music. From your CD. You cross your arms as you march up to the Boy Wonder.

“Hey Rob, whatcha doing with my CD?” You say. “What, was Kelly Clarkson too quiet for you?”

Raven adds, “Yeah Robin, could the music be a little louder? I can still hear myself think.”

He glares at the two of you “I don’t listen- I only turned the music up to DROWN OUT ALL THE YELLING!!” He refers to the two boys. Cyborg now had Beast Boy in a headlock, holding the controller triumphantly.

“Whose turn is it now, tough guy? Whose turn is it now?” Cyborg taunts the green teen.

“Knock it off! I can't work with you two acting like idiots!” Robin yells.

“Work?? The only “work” I see you doing is stealing my stuff!” You snap.

“Great. More yelling will definitely stop the yelling.” Raven says, a sarcastic smirk on her face.

The three of you glared at each other, Cyborg and Beast Boy were still fighting, and one of Starfire’s necklaces broke, its beads tumbling onto the ground.

“STTTOOOOPPPPP!” the alien princess screamed. You stared at her in surprise. She took a deep breath and recomposed herself.

“ Friends must never behave this way, and especially not on Blorthog! Do you wish to invite the Rekmas?” she said.

“Gesundheit?” Beast Boy said, confused by her vocabulary.

“On my world, ‘Rekmas’ means ‘the Drifting.’” she explains. “The point at which close friends begin to drift apart, and their friendship begins to die.” She frowned. You immediately felt bad for all the yelling you did.

“Aw, come on, Starfire.” Cyborg comes to her side.

“We are so not Rek-whatever-ing.” Beast Boy reassures her.

“We're getting on each other's nerves a little. Big deal.” Raven says.

“Fighting’s just a part of life. As long as we resolve it, we’ll be fine.” You say.

“Yeah. This is just typical roommate stuff. We're not going to drift apart, Star. I promise. We'll all be friends forever.” Robin declares

“Forever?” Starfire asks. Before you could answer, Robin’s T-communicator beeped. The communicator was flashing red, and he turned to you and the others.

“Titans! Trouble!” he says. You all rush out of the Tower and into the city.

You find the “trouble” in the Jump City museum. It was a man wearing black and gold armor and a goatee: Warp. He was monologuing to a bunch of guards that he had frozen.

“I didn't journey back in time one hundred years to squabble, I came to steal.” You see him reaching for one of the clocks. “The Clock of Eternity. Valuable in the past, priceless in the future.” Robin steppeds forward, throwing his birdirang to knock Warp’s hand back.

“But for the present...you'll keep your filthy hands off it.” He says, announcing the Titans’ entrance. The man turns to the six of you.

"The Teen Titans. This is a treat. I read all about you in the historical archives. And now, you're all history!” He fires his laser at you all.

“Titans! Go!” Robin yells as you scramble to dodge his rays. He blocks Warp’s rays with his staff, but at the last shot the staff breaks, and he backed up. Starfire blasts her starbolts at him, but the bolts ricochet off of him and hits her, sending her to the ground. You and Beast Boy attack him now, a stream of water lifting you into the air by your feet. You put your hands in front of you and a jet of water blasts out of your hands, heading straight for Warp. He held his hand us as the water made contact with him, and froze the water. The ice traveled up the jet of water and onto your hands, encasing them in the long shard of ice. You fell, the weight of the ice dragging you down. You winced as you saw Beast Boy meet a similar fate, his animal form frozen in ice next to you. You struggled to free your hands as Cyborg and Raven both went down. Robin gives one last attempt to take Warp down, running towards him.

“You cannot defeat Warp. I am from the future.” He says, throwing disks towards Robin. He dove to the side as the projectiles exploded. “And your relics are one hundred years out of date." He grabs the clock and presses a blue lens from his armor. Suddenly, a blinding white portal forms in front of him. Your hands were still stuck so you had to squint.

“Ta-ta, Titans. I have enjoyed our time together, but I've got a very bright future ahead of me.” He sneers, stepping through the portal. You finally pull your hands out of the chunk of ice just in time to see Starfire slam into Warp, sending the two of them into the portal.

“Starfire!” Robin yells, trying to dive in after her, only for the portal to close and him to fall on the floor. You pull him up from the ground and look around. Starfire was gone.

Titan’s Tower-2024

Starfire couldn’t believe what was going on. After tackling Warp, she ripped off the lens on his suit and ended up in Jump City, 20 years into the future. She found Cyborg alone in the rotting Titans Tower, hooked up to a large battery. He explained that the day she left, the Titans fell apart, and disbanded soon after. He told her that the others can help her get back to the present, telling her where to find you, Beast Boy, and Raven.

She found herself at a circus whilst looking for Beast Boy. There in a cage, sat Beast Boy, changing into various animals. She approached the cage as he turned back into his human form. He was now a pudgy old man, with a great deal of hair loss. He looked at her with wide eyes through the bars.

“No way! It's you. But how?” he asked, peering at her with his wrinkled eyes.

“I require your help.” Starfire said.

“What kinda help?” Beast Boy asked.

“The future is not as it should be. We must find Warp. I will free you from this--” Beast Boy stopped Starfire from continuing her sentence.

“This cage isn't to keep me in! It's to keep those maniacs out!” he explained in a panicked tone, referring to a group of kids. “Look. After the Titans broke up, I tried the whole solo-hero thing. Got my butt kicked, a lot. So now, well…”

He turned into a chicken briefly to illustrate his point. “ Besides, I'm in the showbiz now.” Starfire could tell he wasn’t happy with where he was, but there was nothing she could do. She left Beast Boy and went to find Raven.

She found Raven in a room in a broken down building. She was standing in a pure white room, wearing a white cloak to match. Her back was facing Starfire when she arrived.

“Raven?” she squeaked, inching into the room. “Raven, it is Starfire, your friend”

“No such thing.” she groaned, her back still facing Starfire. Starfire’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Please, Raven I-”

“Just another figment. Don’t even look.”

“You must listen! I am here because-” she pleads, but Raven stops her.

“I’m never coming back! Go away!” she yells, Starfire backing up in fear. “It has to go away. Just like before. Just like all the others.” Starfire frowns in realization. She must not think I’m real; she thinks it's all in her head.

“Your mind.” she says softly, approaching the cloaked woman. “Without friends, you must have--” Starfire was about to touch Raven, but her familiar dark shield formed around her. She gasps, then eventually leaves the room in defeat. There was one last person she could try talking to. You.

She walked by the Jump City beach, the same place where you got your powers all those years ago. Suddenly, you rose out of the ocean, the water around you carrying you onto shore. Your face was stuck in a permanent glare, different to your constant smiles as a teen. You were taller, definitely had a few wrinkles, and you were wearing Atlantean clothing. Starfire flinched at your sudden arrival.

“Aquagirl! how-”

“I don’t go by Aquagirl anymore. I am Queen (y/n), ruler of Atlantis. And word gets around when one of your old teammates who had disappeared 20 years ago is roaming Jump City again, even at the bottom of the ocean.” You say coldly, eyeing her as she shrunk at the sight of you.

“What had happened to you, my friend?” she asked.

You sigh, recalling your memories. “After you disappeared and the team disbanded, I vowed to never be as soft and vulnerable as I was then. I moved to Atlantis, and was eventually appointed ruler.”

“Oh my, that sounds terrible!” Starfire exclaimed. “I need your help my friend-”

“No.”

“No?”

“No. It’s not terrible, I am quite fine just the way I am. And we were friends 20 years ago; things have changed.” You turn your back to her. “I must get going; there’s much I need to do.” Starfire stares at you in sadness as you walk back into the ocean, the water swallowing you up and the waves lapping like normal.

Starfire trudges through the snow-covered city, when a laser blast knocks her back. Her eyes raise to meet with Warp’s, his weapon aimed at her.

“What’s the matter, dear? Have I come at a bad time?” he snarls, opening fire once more. She dodges his shots and fires back, but the starbolts simply bounce off his modern armor. She tried to hit him close up but he held up his hand and ice formed around her midair. The large chunk of ice containing Starfire drops and shatters, leaving Starfire on the ground, shivering. She glares at Warp, who now has deeper wrinkles on his face.

“You have become so old,” she notes, still on the ground.

“That's what happens when someone steals my vortex regulator.” he says, holding out his hand. “The regulator, if you please. I really must get back to my future.” She stands up and takes the lens out from her belt. She couldn’t let him leave, especially when she’s stuck in a future like this. She held the disk next to her and warmed up a starbolt, as if to hold it hostage.

“If you ever wish to see your future you will repair the damage you have done to my past!” she yelled, anger bubbling up inside her. The villain laughed.

“Damage? Silly girl. There's nothing wrong with your past. One cannot damage history, because history cannot be changed.” He held up the clock and continued. “I went back in time to steal this because history says it disappeared. And history says it disappeared because I went back to steal it. Past, present, future. It's all written in stone, my dear.”

Starfire stood in disbelief dropping her glowing hand. No… this can't be the future we’re destined to live. Such terrible lives… she thought. Warp walked up to her shocked state and took the lens out of her hand.

“And nothing you do can ever change it.” he scoffed. Warp prepared to blast her when he was knocked into the alleyway by an unknown figure. Starfire snapped back into reality and looked around for you had knocked the villain back. A dark silhouette lept forward and threw Warp against the end wall of the alley. They threw disks at the villain, the area around him exploding. When the smoke cleared, Starfire could see that Warp had used a force field. He released his shield only to be met with the mysterious figure dropping down towards him. He stared straight at Starfire.

“Another time, perhaps.” he said. Before the shadowed person could reached him, he dropped into the ground. The person who had tried to fight him landed right where Warp had been, and as they straightened up, Starfire inched forward to see who it was.

“It’s good to see you again.” the person said. Starfire could recognize that voice from anywhere, and apparently, anytime.

“Robin?” she asked.

“I haven’t used that name in a long time.” he said, finally stepping out of the shadows. He looked nothing like the Boy Wonder she knew. His traffic-light esque uniform was replaced by a black suit with a blue bird on the front. He still wore a mask and he now had long, black hair.

“Call me… Nightwing.”

Starfire found herself in Robin’s (or Nightwing’s) base. She looked at a glass case of his old uniform, a feeling of melancholy washing over her. She was glad that he was ok, but the Robin she once knew was now nothing more than a mannequin display. Nightwing wrapped a blanket around her with a small smile.

Nightwing finally spoke. “So I’ve heard you’ve been looking for help.”

Starfire sighed. “There is nothing you can do. There is nothing anyone can do. The past cannot be repaired, the future cannot be altered, no matter how wrong it seems.”

“So it’s impossible.” Nightwing determined from her rant, walking towards a bunch of computers. “Good. If memory serves, we've done the impossible before.”

Nightwing’s words had surprised Starfire. None of the others had said anything as hopeful since she’d arrived here. A small fire of hope blossomed inside of her.

“I held on to this,” Nightwing says, pressing a button from a device. “...just in case.” Starfire’s eyes widened, realizing that it was a T-communicator. The communicator began to flash red, and to Starfire’s delight, so did her neck piece and wrist guard.

At the bottom of the ocean, you sat on a throne, talking to your advisers. As they left, your seashell necklace began to flash red. You looked at it in surprise, recognizing what it meant: it was an emergency signal that Robin had put in your necklace while you were still in a team. Even after 20 years, he had never used it until now. You began to get up from your throne when a group of your advisors came back, swarming you with scrolls and questions. You sat back down, a bitter feeling in your throat.

Beast Boy’s belt had flashed red whilst he was performing a trick in his animal form. He quickly jumped back into human form. He observed his belt for a moment before stepping back, hanging his head.

Cyborg's robotic eye flashed red as he sat alone in the Titans Tower. He immediately got up and started towards the door, only to be stopped by the wires keeping him alive and stuck inside the tower. He looks back at the power source.

Raven still stands alone in the room, her back facing the door. The brooch of her cloak flashes red, and without looking at it, she covers it with her hand.

Starfire and Nightwing venture to Jump City museum, where they find Warp, fixing his time travel suit. He wields the lens that he took from Starfire to his suit, whilst talking to himself.

“Tick-tock.” he laughs. “Just a few more seconds, and I shall finally--” his sentence was cut off by Nightwing knocking the tool out of his hand, revealing him and Starfire’s position.

“The future will have to wait.” Nightwing says, extending his staff. “You just ran out of time.”

Warp growls and fires laser beams at them, causing them to split up to avoid getting hit. Starfire shoots her starbolts at Warp again, despite them getting deflected by his force field. Nightwing however, jumped down on him again, using his staff to crush one of his lasers. He turns to face Nightwing, but Starfire lands a hit on his back with her starbolt. He tries to laser Starfire but has to dodge Nightwing’s staff attacks that barely strike him. He fights quickly and with fury, eventually knocking Warp flat on his back. The two heroes step close to him to inspect him. But Warp grins, and uses his second laser to blow a hole through the roof, snow and rubble falling onto Starfire.

“Star!” Nightwing yells, but Warp blasts him back with his laser. Warp runs over to the tool he dropped and started repairing his suit again as Nightwing helped Starfire up. Suddenly, he was blasted back by a familiar blue ray. Starfire and Nightwing turn to see Cyborg, his arm cannon smoking, but being able to function without any wires.

“Boo-yah” he says with a grimace.

“Cyborg!” Starfire exclaims, flying over to the half robot. “You are repaired!”

“Glad you could make it,” Nightwing says, joining them.

“Wouldn't have missed it. Now who said y'all could start without me?” Cyborg said as Warp stood back up.

“So sorry,” Warp said, holding up another device. “Perhaps I should finish you first!” Before he could use the device, he was attacked by a green lion, Beast Boy. Warp looked at the lens he was repairing, now crackling with electricity. In anger, he pointed a laser at him, but a jet of water shot up from the floor. You ran into view, a trident now in your hand.

“Heard you guys needed help!” you yell, a hint of a smile peeking out from your stoic face.

Before Warp could fall to the ground again, he is overtaken by magic, and thrown into the side of the wall. Raven materializes, still wearing a white cloak.

“Nobody hurts my friends,” she said, reminiscent of the first time you met her.

“Dude, that is so unfair,” Beast Boy whines, comparing his bald head to Nightwing’s flowing hair. The six Titans turn to see Warp, who has managed to create a wormhole, despite his suit being damaged.

“It seems my time has come,” Warp said, preparing to walk through the wormhole. Nightwing threw a birdarang at Warp, Warp throwing his own disk to intercept it. Starfire watched in awe as the birdirang sliced through Warp’s disk and hit him in the chest, right where the lens sat.

“Uh?! No! NOOOOO!” the six of you watched in horror as Warp regressed in age until he was nothing more than a screaming infant.

“Ok, I am not changing any diapers.” Beast Boy said, staring at the baby.

Cyborg looked at Starfire. “We gotta get you home. Come on!” he pointed at the wormhole, which was shrinking. He took the lens from the suit and put it in his arm cannon. He fired at the wormhole, making it bigger.

“Im redirecting the wormhole.” Cyborg said, turning to Starfire. “Starfire! Go!” She steps towards the portal and looks back at her friends. Their lives seemed so lonely and.. dissatisfying. Is this life they were destined to live?

“Please, must this really be our future?” She asked. The rest of you looked at her silently, sadness in your eyes. “Is there nothing I can do to change it?” Nightwing stepped up and looked directly into her eyes.

“I'm sorry, Star. There isn't time.” Nightwing said. He placed the clock that Warp had stolen in her hand and his other hand on her shoulder. He gives her one last smile before stepping back towards the other Titans, beckoning her to enter the portal. Starfire took a deep breath, and walked into the portal.

Jump City Museum - 2004

“Ta-ta, Titans. I have enjoyed our time together, but I've got a very bright future ahead of me.” He sneers, stepping through the portal. You finally pull your hands out of the chunk of ice just in time to see Starfire slam into Warp, sending the two of them into the portal.

“Starfire!” Robin yells, trying to dive in after her, only for the portal to close and him to fall on the floor. You pull him up from the ground and look around. Starfire was gone.

“Oh my god,” you whispered.

Beast Boy stared at the place the portal was. “Um, where did she-?”

Another portal opens with a brilliant flash between Beast Boy and Cyborg. Starfire falls out, curled around an item. You all rushed towards her.

“Dude!”

“Whoa!”

“Star! What happened?” Robin asked as the portal behind her closed.

“History said it disappeared.” Starfire said, straightening and revealing the clock warp had just stolen. “But history was wrong!”

The boys stared at her dumbstruck but you laughed, diving in for a hug.

You stood with the other titans as Starfire recounted her story. You covered your mouth in awe to find out what happened to you and the others in the future.

“Then Nightwing handed me the clock and I entered the vortex.” she finished.

“Woah,” Raven said, shocked by the recount of Starfire’s story.

“Bald?!” Beast Boy yells, grabbing at his hair. “You're telling me I'm going to be bald?!”

“Gosh, Star, all of our lives seem so terrible,” you say, thinking about what Starfire had said about you. You were a queen (which was cool), but you were also a cold hearted bitch (super uncool). You didn’t want that to happen, and more importantly for you to no longer be friends with the other Titans.

“Guess you were right about all that Rekmas stuff,” Cyborg said, slightly concerned.

“I don't want us to drift apart. Does it all have to happen? Isn't there anything we can-” Robin worries out loud, but Starfire stops him.

“Our friendship has already changed Warp's past. I believe it can also change our future.” Starfire says with a smile.

“Yeah I mean, the original reason we “broke up” was because of Starfire disappearing, and since she’s here now, we aren’t breaking up!” You chimed in, grinning at the other Titans.

Raven picks up the broken necklace with her telekinesis, stringing them back together.

“So… is it too late to do this festival-of-friendship thing?” she asks.

Starfire’s eyes sparkled. “Oh, it’s never too late!”

You all put on the bulbous necklaces Starfire brought in the morning.

“HAPPY BORTHOG!!!” Cyborg cheers.

“I thought it was Blort-Hog,” Beast Boy wondered.

“Okay, I feel like a wind-chime.” Raven groans.

“A very cool wind-chime,” you winked.

Starfire put the last necklace on Robin. He raises an eyebrow at her.

“So… Nightwing, huh?” he asked.

“Don’t even think about it bird brain,” you yelled from across the room, causing him to blush. You all burst out into laughter. The tower stayed cheerful the rest of the night.

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Fully Completely 3

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), violence, mutual irritation, harassment

This is dark!Loki x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Series Synopsis: There’s a new face in Birch and he’s come to haunt your door.

Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown, When the Weight Comes Down, and Little Bones

Note: On to part three. Sorry for being a human disaster.

Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

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Chapter 3: Or it will move right through me

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Jerome annoyed you as he picked through your tool box and clicked the ratchet noisily. He was excited but impatient and complained that you were taking so long. You told him if he wanted to pay out of pocket for labour, you could finish faster. 

You sat by his bike, parts strewn at your feet, and bent your head to look under the tank. You still had a lot to go and hadn’t yet added anymore of the gross chrome to the frame.

“Do you realise how filthy this is gonna get?” you huffed as you sat up and leaned your elbows on your legs, “not to mention how ridiculous it looks.”

“I like it. It’s just my style,” your brother grinned, “I don’t remember you spending this much time on Bucky’s ride and you and him--”

“He had me replace the tailpipe, you want nothing short of a rebuild,” you scoffed, “and you’re not the boss.”

“Don’t remind me,” he rolled his eyes, “guess it could be worse though. It could be Steve.”

“Thank god it’s not,” you chuckled, “I don’t know how many women had to toss beer in his face before he latched onto that mousy one at the bakery.”

“She’s nice,” Jerome shrugged, “far as I know. She doesn’t talk to anyone but Steve.”

“I wonder why,” you tisked, “he has insecurity written across his forehead.”

The tinny bell rang and the door whooshed open as the wind caught it. Jerome glanced over and dropped the ratchet noisily into the drawer of the tool box. You growled in warning as you spent much of your spare cash on those. He apologised quietly as he squared his shoulders at the man who appeared.

“Hey,” Bucky wiped the flakes from his hair and blew out a shiver.

“Bucky,” Jerome said rigidly.

The other man nodded and stepped further inside the garage. He shoved his hands in his pockets and paced aimlessly around the concrete floor. You watched him as you fiddled with the bolt in your hand.

“You wanna head down to the bar?” It wasn’t a question as Bucky came to face you, “I gotta talk to your sister.”

“Sure,” Jerome replied sharply, “you got it, boss.”

Bucky grumbled and waited for him to leave. He sniffed and kicked his toe into the floor.

“So… what’re you doing here? Been a while so must be urgent,” you sat up on the rolling stool and stretched your back.

“The whole town’s talking about it. You fighting him,” his brows drew together, “I told you I’d take care of him.”

“You didn’t,” you said evenly, “so I did.”

“I talked to him--”

“And said what?” you snorted.

“Look, you don’t understand. You said it yourself, you don’t care about my business. You don’t get what’s going on but what I need from him is bigger than your temper.”

“Excuse me? This is my fault? He broke into my shop, he followed me from that diner and he put his hands on me,” you stood and tossed the bolt away, “what do you want me to do, Buck?”

“First, I want you to remind yourself who I am. We’re not fucking anymore so that mouth isn’t as cute,” he warned, “and I want you to play nice.”

“All you have to do is keep him away from me. How hard is that for a man like you, huh? You’re the big dog.”

“Watch it,” he pointed at you, “I won’t tell you again.”

“He’s here to deal with you, not me,” you insisted, “he grabbed me, I defended myself, and I’ll do it again.”

“This isn’t grade school anymore, you can’t fight the boys,” he sighed.

“What are you saying?”

He was silent as his jaw ticked and his blue eyes strayed to the ceiling. You stepped closer and gripped your hips as you stared him down.

“There’s nothing else I can do for you. Nothing else I will do. He’s your problem.”

He met your glare and you scoffed in disgust, “you’re fucking serious? What do these idiots have on you?”

“It’s not what they have on me, it’s what I want from them. I’m planning for something bigger than Birch, that means there’s gonna be some sacrifices,” he shrugged.

“Sacrifices? Is that what you call it? Well, here’s one for you, the next time you get a little scuff on your tank or your headlight starts to flicker, you can head down to Carl’s,” you scowled.

“Don’t do this,” he gritted through his teeth.

“I can get business without you. I do better work than Carl, you know that. So go, I’ll deal with that asshole on my own, how I see fit.”

He inhaled and lifted his chin. He closed his eyes and thought. 

“Damn it,” he swore, “you can’t make anything fucking easy. What is it with you women and your god damn--” he lifted his hand and stopped himself, “you get in the way of my business, and you won’t be so worried about Loki.”

“Oh yeah? That’s what he said about you,” you mocked, “what’s with you men and your egos?”

His lip curled and he breathed through his teeth. His eyes lit up and he punched his palm as he turned away quickly.

“I hope he has his fun with you. Maybe he can fuck some sense into you,” Bucky growled, “God knows I tried.”

“You weren’t that good,” you snipped.

He kicked the shelf of wipers hung near the front of the shop and grunted. He stormed to the doorway and stopped to look back at you.

“You’ll be wishing it was me…” he hissed.

He waved you off and continued through the front door, slamming it behind him loudly. You stared at the scattered packages of wipers and bit down on your tongue. You wanted to run out and strangle that idiot but you knew how he could be. It was the reason you broke off your little fling; he was too much like you. Hard-headed and volatile.

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You weren’t going to change just because the town was overrun by asshole men. You were standing your ground and that meant you were going to finish your club sandwich and enjoy one lunch without interruption. 

The café was busier that day as the snowfall dwindled and the streets were mostly cleared as the plows made their regular rounds. You looked through the window as the school kids stopped by the bakery for hot drinks on their lunch and circled the rim of your mug with your fingertip. You sensed it was only the lull before the storm.

Further down you could see the corner of The Asp and heard a rumbling engine. Your shop remained empty except for Jerome’s bike. Since Bucky’s visit, you were too worked up to concentrate anyway. You wanted to take your wrench and knock every man in town in the head with it.

Nora brought your sandwich as Kimmie didn’t work on the weekends and your side of soup. You would eat both and leave satisfied. You wouldn’t let anyone ruin your day off. Well, not that you had very much to do aside from that.

You dipped your crusts in the tomato soup and stared at the seat across from you. Empty. Perfect.

You scooped the last of the bowl into your mouth and wiped your lips with the napkin. You stood and gulped up your coffee. You left money on the table and headed out. A peaceful, solitary lunch all to yourself.

You skipped the shop and continued down the street. You pushed into the hobby shop you rarely ventured into, more a bookshop if you were honest. You greeted the man at the counter with a smile. When you were a girl, you remembered he ordered you a special set of paints as the ones in his store were all dried up. Lu, you recalled his name.

You went to the shelves of models and looked over the new arrivals. You took the Smokey and the Bandit Trans Am off the shelf and smirked. Your father had one just like it when you were a kid. It wasn’t exactly new. You grabbed a bottle of black paint with it, always running low on the stuff, and headed for the counter.

Lu punched the buttons on his till and you heard a creak. Light footsteps emerged from the basement of used books as you opened your wallet.

“I didn’t take you as bookish,” Loki’s voice made you cringe.

You didn’t answer and counted out the bills for your purchase, “actually, you got any glue? I didn’t see any on the shelf.”

“Hmm, oh,” Lu turned and bent to reach into a box, “haven’t stocked up but these came in just before the storm.”

He added the orange and white tube to your bag and you added another bill. He counted out your change and handed it to you.

“Quite interesting what small towns can hide,” Loki didn’t wait to step up to counter and stood close, his sleeve against yours, “An antique edition of Whitman. One of the only Americans I read.”

You looked down at the worn tome, the edges fraying and the letters faded. It was marked up to a couple hundred. You could appreciate a love for reading but you weren’t entirely sure some old paper was worth all that.

“I’ll need the reading material as my visit has been prolonged,” he mused as you grabbed your bag and headed for the door, “my brother is due to return so I will stay in his place… get to know the town of Birch more intimately.”

You hid your disgust at his words and continued out the door. His exaggerated tones stuck in your head as you passed the window and absently swung your bag. You hated him. You really did. You should have bashed him over the head with that dumb book. 

You thought of that day in the snow and smiled. You knew that shame lingered in him. You would have no problem repeating that scene.

You came up to your shop and stopped short. The burly redhead who arrived with the pestilent man stood at your door, peering in through the window, angling his head as he tried to see around the blinds. You cleared your throat as you neared.

“Something I can help you with?” you asked dully.

“Oh, ah,” he turned and laughed at himself, “I thought… Loki, I thought he’d be here.”

“No. He wouldn’t be,” you said, “he’s down at the book shop.”

“Thanks. He apologise?” He prodded.

“You seem to know him well. You think he did?” you challenged.

“Ah, nah,” he smiled awkwardly, “s’pose he didn’t.”

“S’pose he didn’t,” you echoed, “it would be smart if you kept him away from here.”

“Yeah, uh, should do,” he sidled past you and you listened to his heavy boots clump along the beaten snow.

You took out your key and unlocked the door. You closed it quickly behind you, that man’s presence set you on edge. He hadn’t shown any of the venom of his associate but he was loyal to him. You double checked the locks on all the doors and made certain all windows were closed. 

You went up stairs into your apartment and stripped off your coat and boots. You sat at the small table where you ate those dinners you didn’t forget and unpacked your new model. You sorted the pieces and spread out the instructions. The image of the car on the box brought back nostalgic memories. You wouldn’t know all you did about bikes if it wasn’t for your dad. You missed him every day for the last… too many years.

You lost yourself in the tiny parts. You hunched over the table and carefully dabbed glue onto the plastic. Your eyes began to itch as the windows dimmed and you got up to turn on the lamp. You kept building well after dark and finally left the half-finished car on the table.

You stretched out your limbs as you stripped down to only your loose tee and yawned. You fell into bed and turned on the old tube television. You hit play on the VCR and the loud previews blared from the boxy speakers. You rolled yourself in your comforter and sat through the same movie trailers you’d watched a dozen times.

You were never a romantic but you the movie was another shadow of your childhood. Your grandma used to watch Kathleen Turner whenever you went to her place. She would serve you yogurt and berries and turn on the cheesy action flick and if you slept over, she would put in the sequel right after.

Your rituals kept you sane. You found it was easier to know what to expect and given your temper, it was better not to be surprised. You were always the trouble child and you regretted all those times your dad had to come talk to the principal or walk you home from school. You promised him you would be better.

Still you didn’t regret what you did. He always told you to stand up for yourself. Hell, he taught you how to throw a punch and all your best insults were inherited from him. You smiled as you thought of him and hugged your pillow as the intro played and the credits flicked up one name at a time.

You drifted off in the glow of the television and the sound effects sank into your dreams. You were still in Birch but thick vines had grown around all the buildings and billowing leaves shrouded the skies. The town had turned to jungle and you could hear the growls and grunts of beasts unseen.

You spun as a twig snapped and a snake uncoiled from a branch and fell into the brush at your feet. You stepped back and it slithered towards you. You stumbled and ran away as you could hear its skin smoothly glide through the grass at your feet. You tripped as its long body wrapped around your ankles and you crashed to the ground.

You struggled as the snake constricted your body and wound its neck around to face you. Its green eyes shone as its black scales gleamed. Its tongue flicked against your cheek and you felt its hot breath as it opened its mouth and revealed long, frightening fangs. You screamed as its bite loomed and you woke with a start.

The visions of the wild jungle faded but the heat did not. You blinked as an amber haze took over the room and you fought through your messy blankets and tumbled onto the floor. Your curtains were alight along with much of the wall. You bachelor was blazing with orange flames and you could barely see the door through the smoke.

You coughed and scrambled to your feet. Your eyes streamed and you blindly ran for the door and flew down the stairs. The shop was almost entirely engulfed as you reached the lower landing and you fumbled with the front door as flames licked closer and closer.

You burst out into the frozen night and your feet were numbed by the ice and snow. You retreated from the burning building, your life set aflame, and turned back as you reached the sidewalk. Sirens screamed and made you wince as you crossed your arms and chattered against the cold.

“Pity,” the slither made your skin crawl, “though I suppose it is a blessing you at least saved yourself.”

You glanced at Loki as your vision blurred with the tears of realisation. Everything you had was turning to ash before you. You blinked away the droplet and sneered at him. He smirked and you knew. He smirked and he knew. It wasn’t an accident.

[nights-legacy]

Trading 3 angrys for 1? - Bakugo Katsuki

   Help and Hide Series. Bakugo Edition

   Kirishima Ed.  Denki Ed.  Todoroki Ed.  Deku Ed.  Shinso Ed.  Iida Ed.  Aizawa Ed.  Tamaki Ed.   Hawks Ed.  Dabi Ed.  Shiggy Ed.

     + You are a student at UA and the whole class is on a field trip in Tokyo. On a free day, you all went out and you ran into to old “friends” and things go south. While trying to get away from them, you spot the token hot head of the class and decide to take your chances with this angry person over the angry people chasing you and are you pleasantly surprised. 

Note: My first My Hero Academia imagine!!! Let me know it you want a part two of this and I was thinking of making this a headcanon type for some of the other MHA/BNHA guys too. What do you think??

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      “Over here Mina! I found those little things you’re obsessed with!” I called over to the pink skin girl.

       “Yay! Lemme see! Lemme see!” She came barreling over and nearly ran into me and the table. I rolled my eyes and chuckled. She squealed and call Jirio over to show her. I walked over to another street vendor. Our class was on a field trip in Tokyo and we were given a free day. Everyone agreed on going out and seeing the scene.

       “Ah! Don’t throw squid at me Kaminari!” I heard Deku scream and laughed at the context before turning to see said electric boy chasing the broccoli with a squid arm. I burst out laughing, holding my stomach. I shook my head before wandering farther down the street.

        I was originally from Tokyo before I moved to attend UA. My family are not insanely rich but we are well off. My parents own a house in both Tokyo and Musutafu as well as vacation homes or condos in different parts of the world. I wandered away from most of the class and I really wish I hadn’t.

      “Oi! Lookie here, dudes. It’s Lee’s younger sister Y/N.” A chill went up my spine as I froze from the familiar voice. I slowly turned around to see my older brother’s former three best friends with wicked smiles on their faces.

      I hadn’t seen them since my brother cast them out of his life. He found out that they were bullying me behind his back for god knows how long and immediately cut ties with them. He only found out because I missed covering up an unmistakable wounds from their quirks. He was mad at me for not telling him but was more concerned for me in the long run.

      “H-hey g-guys.” I stuttered, mentally berating myself for being so scared. I’m training to be a Pro-Hero for god sakes! I tried to steel myself against the incoming assault but couldn’t help but inwardly shake.

      “Aw. Is wittle Y/N scared?” Kei, the leader of them teased. “Well you should be bitch!”

     “You cost us advantage with your brother!” Haru yelled as he jerked forward, grabbing my bicep hard. I yelped and he shook me. “Shut up.”

     “We could never…‘talk’…to you about it because Lee never let us near you again. And it became even harder when you went off to that Hero school. You didn’t even give us a chance.” Kei gave me a smirk when he said talk, meaning something completely different the actual definition. “We could have worked things out.”

      “In more ways than one.” Aaron eyed me up and down. “You sure have grown up, little sis.” Kei rolled his eyes and hit him in the chest hard. Aaron looked at him offended while Kei just gave him a ‘really’ look.

      “I’m sure we could have but…” I gulped as I saw Haru activate his laser quirk. “I really have to go right now.” I pointed behind me. “Gotta catch up with the rest of my c-class.” I tried to pull away but was pulled back hard. I looked at them with fearful eyes.

      “Not just yet, bitch!” They laughed and looked at each other amused. I looked around at the people around us. There are not too many people close so I decided to use my quirk. I have a light and shadow quirk.

      “I really have to go.” I said in a firm voice. They looked at me surprised and I gave them a blinding flash. The grip on my arm immediately disappeared and they all covered their eyes as they yelped. I took off running back in the direction of the rest.

      “Get back here!” Kei yelled. I obviously ignored him. I ran and avoid people easily with my high agility. I stopped to take a breath and see how far they were behind me. At first I could only hear them and other people yelling at them but I saw them finally a ways back.

      “Shit, shit, shit.” I mumbled looking around for anyone I knew or something to hide behind. I finally caught sight of Bakugo a few yards away. I bit my lip and wondered if it was worth asking the angry Pomeranian for help against the anger musketeers. When I saw the three close I didn’t think twice. “Ah!”

      I ran over to the explosive boy and quickly grabbed his arm, dragging him over to the close by building.

     “What the hell!” He screamed at me. I flinched but looked back towards the others.

     “Sh, sh! Please, shh!” I tried to shush him but he growled at me.

     “What the hell do you think you’re doing you damn strobe light?” I wanted to giggle at his nickname for me but there was no time. I caught sight of his hoodie around his waist and ripped it off of him. “Hey!”

     “Please, just…I...ah!” I saw them closer now. I yanked the hoodie over my head and made sure the hood was up. I then did the unthinkable without even thinking. I grabbed Bakugo by the collar of his shirt and backed up. My back him the wall and I pulled him close and into kiss before he could even protest.

      “Wha…” He mumbled against my lips, hands falling tense on both sides of my head. He tried to pull away but my grip was vice.

     “Where is that little bitch! I am going to beat her to a pulp when I get my hands on her.” I heard Kei growl from right near us. “She will be so messed up that she won’t even be able to go to brother to rat this time.” I whimpered against Bakugo’s lips and my grip on his shirt tightened. I felt Bakugo stop fighting me.

     “I say we don’t even let her be able to do anything at all when were done with her.” Haru chipped.

     I don’t know what happened but Bakugo relaxed and leant into me. He moved his hands so one of his forearms rested next to my head and the other moved to my hip. What shocked me most is when he started kissing me back. We slowly started to actually kiss each other making the scene more authentic.

     “Come on, let’s check this way.” Aaron said and I heard them move on only slightly, more focused on the man kissing me then the men who were chasing me. I expected Bakugo to pull away as soon as they were gone but it seemed like he moved in even closer, continuing our soft make out session. We only pulled away when we both ran out of breath.

    “Wow.” I said was gasping for the breath he stole. I saw a small smirk grace his lips. “I think they’re gone now.” I whispered. Bakugo chuckled at my comment.

      “Yeah.” He rasped out before leaning back in, starting another make out session. I don’t know how long we were here but we were only brought back out when we heard a chorus of surprised yells come from Kami and Kiri.

     “Woah! Bakubro! L/N! What’s this pleasant development?” Kami asked while adding kissing noises on the end of his question. Bakugo pulled away and dropped his head a little groaning.

     “Dudes! I didn’t know you had a thing for each other!” Kiri exclaimed. :That’s totally awesome.

      “At least there’s someone out there that can deal with your angry ass, Bakugo.” Kami teased.

      “Shut it you damn extras!” Bakugo yelled over his shoulder. I giggled. He smirked when he turned back to me. He reached up and pushed the hood down and pulled my hair from the hoodie, brushing it out lightly with his fingers. He suddenly placed his hand at the juncture of my neck and pecked my lips. “Keep it on.”

       “Okay.” I said softly. He smiled for real before throwing an arm over my shoulder.

       “Come on you idiots! Let go find the rest of our dumb class. It’s getting close to time to head back.” We started walking and they conversation quickly changed comments. As we walked by an off shot of the street, I flinched when I heard their voice again. I felt Bakugo pull me tighter against him and rub his hand up and down my arm in comfort. He leant down to whisper in my ear. “When we get back to the hotel, I want to tell me what just happened and what those douchebags did to you. Is that okay?”

         “Yeah, that’s okay.” I whispered back. He hummed and smiled before pecking the side of my head and nuzzling my hair. I almost got whiplash by how soft he was being to me but reveled in this side of Bakugo that I was quickly beginning to love. Well, more than I already loved this explosion boy. He just didn’t know that yet.

[smellsfaintlyofvanilla]

“Hiii how are you!!!!! Can you please make one with Annie and Hange (They/them) (Separately please if u’d like!) because of something the reader did (Totally for u to decide!) and it becomes a whole deal and the reader ends up apologizing with cute tears in their eyes AND it SOMEHOW became a hot make-out session😏 so a lil bit of smut (HEHEHEHE) for the rest u can do anything u like! Oh and please fem!reader, tysm🥺🥺 enjoy ur day sweetheart!”

@claxrazy

Gotcha! I’m gonna have to cut the smut part a little short because there are two people (so it’d make it too long if I did finish the smut parts), but you can totally request a continuation of this post in a separate request if you’d like!

Anyway, I’ll be starting them both off the same because it’s the same scenario, but I’ll label them when I get to each individual person.

Stupid Decisions

(Annie Leonhart x Reader) (Zoe Hange x Reader)

AU: Canon

Category: Fluff, hurt/comfort (maybe?), some smut

Warnings: None

Summary: You make a risky decision while on a mission, and it ends up worrying your partner to no end. Still, when you two reunite, things go... a little different than expected.

Words: 3.0K

You knew you were in for it once your squadron returned to base.

Your squad, or, more so, you specifically, had disobeyed direct orders from commander Erwin. He had ordered for all troops to retreat, but you had been insistent to him that there was still a squad held up by titans that needed to be saved. He showed no remorse, and his unwavering decision to retreat stayed on. So, in the only thing you could think to do at the time, you pivoted your horse and charged straight at the titans and to the rescue of the stranded soldiers, your squad following after you short thereafter, despite their angry yelling.

The group of soldiers thanked you immensely for your help, but everyone else was displeased. You knew the reaction from your superiors wasn’t going to be especially pleasant, but that was nothing compared to what you had to do next.

Annie Leonhart:

You approached the door hesitantly, taking a deep breath and readying yourself for what waited you on the other side of the door; your girlfriend.

After collecting yourself, you balled up your fist and quietly knocked on the wooden door.

“Who is it?” A muffled voice asked from the other side of the door apprehensively.

You cleared your throat nervously before you began speaking. “Uh, it’s Y/n.” There was a short but heavy silence before you heard shuffling on the other side of the door.

It creaked open wordlessly, and your girlfriend, Annie, stood there staring up at you with a less than pleased expression. Still, she turned her body and opened the door just a little wider in order to allow you inside, and you stepped in quietly, and took a seat on her bed. She closed the door, but instead of joining you on the bed, she leaned against the door, arms folded firmly across her chest.

Somehow, you already knew what was on her mind before she even said anything. “Annie I-”

“What on Earth were you thinking.” She spat out, not even looking at you. Your jaw snapped shut immediately, silenced by Annie’s words. Just as you had thought - she was upset with you.

A tense, almost uncomfortable silence passed over the room, with Annie quieting once again, and you at a loss for words. You almost wondered how long it would be until someone spoke, because you were sure you could’ve heard a pin drop in the silence.

Finally she continued. “You were given direct orders to retreat, weren’t you?” She brought herself up off the wall and faced you directly, and you shrunk helplessly under her glare. “But you just had to go back for those idiots, didn’t you?”

She wouldn’t even lie to herself for a moment. It was just like you to go back and save people - somehow, that was just in your nature. But she couldn’t mask her disappointment. Truthfully, she was proud of your bravery and skills. But, more than anything, she was worried for you, and for your safety. She couldn’t imagine her world without you. She needed to make sure she never lost you.

“Don’t you understand it, Y/n?” She bit her fingernails - a bad habit she had been meaning to kick - with a troubled look on her face, and it almost seemed like she was talking to herself more so than you. Almost.

“You could’ve gotten seriously hurt! Don’t you realize how stupid that was?!” She raised her volume more and more, her tone getting considerably angrier. “What could have possibly gone through your head to convince you that that was a good idea?! Did you- did you even bother thinking at all?! About how quickly you could’ve led yourself and your squad to their deaths?! How easily you could’ve added ten more lives to the list of casualties?!”

She stepped forward suddenly, gripping your shoulders firmly. She didn’t want to sound so harsh, but she really needed to get the idea through your head.

“Did you even bother thinking at all?!” She shook your shoulders lightly, trying to pry a reaction out of you as you hung you head low, not showing your face at all. “Well?!”

She waited impatiently for a response, but she heard none. She was about to continue on about your lack of regard for yourself, and your blind hopefulness in battle, but her words died in her throat when a drop of something fell from your face, landing silently on your thigh. Her expression softened as a twinge of sympathy made it’s way to her chest. 

She dropped down to one knee to confirm for herself, and her eyes widened as she was deemed correct.

You were crying.

You choked back quiet sobs as tears fell silently from your face, making your vision far too blurry to make out Annie’s sorrowful expression.

Well shit. 

She knew she needed to be firm in her stance if she wanted you to listen, but making you cry was never a part of the plan.

She ditched the uncaring persona immediately, an overwhelming urge to comfort you overtaking her. She wrapped an arm around your back to pull your crying face into her chest, quietly shushing you.

“Y/n? Y/n, I’m sorry... I didn’t mean to make you upset... Please stop crying...” She pulled your head closer into her, rubbing soothing circles into your back as you sobbed quietly.

You weren’t oblivious to anything she was saying. You knew it was dangerous, unsafe, and most of all, a stupid decision. It had been eating you up, the thought of what would’ve happened if it had gone wrong. As much as you wanted to keep your composure in front of your girlfriend, the stress and the yelling just broke the barrier of tears from your eyes as you sniffled into her chest.

After a moment, she shifted the two of you to lie on your sides, and she reached her hand down to pull a blanket over top of the two of you, warmth enveloping you comfortingly.

“Y/n... I didn’t mean to upset you. I just... I was just worried about you. If something ever happened to you...” She paused, and you could practically feel her breathing hitch from your spot on her chest.

She didn’t finish her sentence, but she didn’t need to. You understand what she meant.

She continued to cuddle into you, cradling your head into her chest and shushing you soothingly. One hand ran delicately through your loose locks of hair while the other slipped under your shirt to rub circles on your bare back. After a while of silent comfort, your cries died down to quiet sniffling.

Finally, you turned your face to peer up at her from her chest, gazing into her eyes sorrowfully. Despite the harsh, icy coloring of her irises, you looked into them and saw nothing but gentle admiration, mixed with a twinge of sympathy.

“Annie...” You said faintly, the first words that either of you had spoke for at least the past twenty minutes. “Sorry... I... I understand now that what I did was risky and stupid, I just wasn’t thinking. I didn’t mean to make you worry. I’m sorry...” You muttered out an apology, and the vulnerability and intimacy of it made a pink blush rise to your cheeks.

“No no,” Annie interjected quickly, wasting no time to respond to your apology. “You don’t need to apologize, Y/n. I was being way too harsh to you. I didn’t mean to make you cry, I’m sorry.”

You smiled up at her, glad that she was no longer angry at you. You always hated fighting with the blonde, and you knew she hated it too.

A beat of silence passed whilst you two stared into each others’ eyes longingly, before Annie made a move on the tense silence, grabbing your chin and moving your face closer to hers. Her eyes fluttered shut as your lips neared, and you did the same, before closing the gap in an affectionate, apologetic kiss.

Her lips were as soft as they always were, and just the presence of her lips against your own calmed you down, a warm aura soon filling the room. You wished the moment could last forever, simply basking in the moment while you had the time. You were so caught up in the kiss that you failed to realize the hand under your shirt was slowly slinking up your back and...

*SNAP*

Annie had brought the back of your bra up and off your skin, before letting go and letting the fabric snap against your back harshly. You squeaked at the contact, pulling away from the kiss instinctively, as a small stinging sensation spreading from the spot on your upper back.

She only smiled at your cute reaction, before pulling your lips back to hers more hungrily this time. She bit your bottom lip as if asking for entrance of her tongue in your mouth, and you gave in right away. She grazed the wet muscle against your teeth teasingly, before diving in further to explore your mouth.

After a moment of unexpected, but heated passion, you pulled away from her to catch your breath, pants falling from your lips as a thin trail of saliva still connected you to her.

“Annie?” You question breathlessly. “What’s... what’s this about?”

She only chuckled, and looked to the side, hiding the pink blush on her cheeks. “Ah, Y/n, you’re just too cute. I couldn’t help myself.”

She gazed down at your flustered face, and took note of the bewilderment on your features. “We can stop if you-”

“No!” You responded, perhaps sounding too eager. You covered the lower portion of your face with your arm in embarrassment before continuing. “We can... we can keep going.”

“Are you sure?” She questioned once again. “I’m only gonna do this if you want me to Y/n-”

“I want to, don’t worry.” You sighed, already feeling the warm, wet arousal pool in between your legs.

Annie smiled at the opportunity before shifting positions a bit, landing you on your back, pinned under her. She brought her mouth to your neck, trailing ghosting kisses along the skin as you whimpered quietly. Slowly, she worked her way down your abdomen, slinking under the blanket as she groped your breasts hungrily and brought her mouth to the area where your lower stomach and groin region met. She pulled down your trousers, along with whatever underwear you were wearing, down to your ankles, before planting a kiss directly on your swollen clit, eliciting a moan from you, which only seemed to encourage her more.

You had no idea how things had escalated into this, but damn, you were not apologizing.

Zoe Hange:

You hesitated in front of the section commander’s door, your closed fist hovering over the wood vacantly stagnantly. You had to knock, of course, you needed to talk with your partner, but you knew how scary they were when they were angry. They would never hurt you, you knew that, but that didn’t stop them from being intimidating.

A loud crash from the other side of the door startled you out of your thoughts as you let out a subtle gasp. Yeah, they’re pissed... You sighed internally, being loudly reminded of their habit of throwing furniture when angry.

Still, you swallowed your fear and braced yourself, taking a deep breath before knocking on the door quietly.

The ruckus on the other side abruptly stopped, almost like the chaos itself got curious by the noise.

The door opened wordlessly, and Hange stood tall on the other side of the doorframe, staring down at you, their usual bright face stained with frustration and annoyance. Your eyes shifted over their shoulder and gazed on in amusement at the upturned table in the corner of the room.

After a moment of silence, you expected at the very least for Hange to step aside and let you inside, but they didn’t budge.

“Hange?” You spoke up curiously.

They provided no verbal response, instead grabbing you by the shoulders and pulling you into the room, before shutting the door and slamming you against it harshly.

“Y/n!” Hange spat, their face hovering inches away from yours. Most of the times, such close proximity would be a welcome development, but at this moment, it was terrifying. They had not the optimistic grin they usually did, but instead an angry scowl. “What were you thinking?! Disobeying Erwin’s orders like that, I can’t believe you Y/N!!” They shook your shoulders, rattling you against the doorframe.

“Do you not have respect for him as a commander?! Don’t you realize there’s a reason he had ordered to you to retreat, dammit!” They released their grip on your shoulders, turning around to throw their hands in the air dramatically, before balling them up and punching a nearby bookshelf, breaking the wood and causing a multitude of books to fall to the floor.

They continued pacing around angrily, eyes fixed on the ground, seemingly lost in thought. They continued to walk in circles, their energy alone filling the room with a tense air. It stayed this way until they heard a quiet sound from the direction of the door.

Was that... Hange thought, turning around to face you, a sniffle?

Their eyes widened as they were proved correct, the tears in your eyes being a very distressing sight to them.

“Y/n!” Hange half-shouted, running over to you to survey what was going on. “What is it?!”

You sniffled again and wiped your eyes with your sleeve, struggling to find words for what you were thinking. You knew Hange didn’t mean to be, but they were incredibly scary when angry. Watching them march around and throw or punch things couldn’t help but make you frightened.

“I... I...” You sniffled. You expected more pushing from Hange, but you were caught off guard by arms wrapping around your neck and your face being pressed into the cloth of Hange’s shirt as she held you delicately.

Suddenly calmed down from their little tantrum, they held your head into your chest and soothingly shushed your cries.

“I’m sorry, did I scare you darling?” They whispered, concern lacing their voice. “I... I didn’t mean to do that. I’m sorry, Y/n.” They continued stroking your hair, and you latched your arms onto them, tugging at the back of their shirt.

“S-Sorry Hange...” You whimpered. “I didn’t mean to worry you... or disobey orders... I just... I couldn’t let them...” You couldn’t find it in you to continue, but Hange knew what you where going to say nonetheless.

“Don’t apologize.” Hange responded almost immediately. “You have nothing to apologize for.” They lulled, rubbing your back tenderly in a way that made you sigh into their chest as you felt the stress and tension dissolve off of your body. “I understand why you did it. I... I let my emotions get ahold of me. I shouldn’t be so aggressive around you like that.” They said, swallowing their pride in order to issue a proper apology.

You sniffled into their chest, your crying dying down as they continued to comfort you in a way that only a lover could do.

You stayed like that for a while, until you felt a small tug on the back of your head as Hange gently pulled your head out of their chest. They slouched over slightly, coming so close that your faces were inches apart, staring shamelessly at your lips.

“Can I?” They asked permission politely, and got their answer immediately as you closed the gap, colliding your lips with theirs.

The shock on Hange’s face lasted a microsecond at most, easing into the sudden kiss aimlessly, glad to enjoy this moment with you.

The kiss was only sensual for a moment, before Hange suddenly pushed their tongue past your lips easily, causing you to whine into their mouth.

You felt their hands slink lower down your back, and before long, they were seated comfortably on your ass. They lifted you up off the ground quickly, and you wrapped your legs around Hange’s waist securely so you didn’t fall. You felt Hange walking somewhere, but you were too caught up in making out to notice.

You finally felt them stop and set you down somewhere, and, to your dismay, they disconnected your lips from theirs, a trail of saliva still connecting your lips. You took a moment to both catch your breath and survey your surroundings.

Quickly, you realized that you had been set down right on Hange’s work desk, many scattered papers and documents lay flat right under where you sat.

Without warning, their lips returned to yours harshly, and your mouth immediately opened in submissiveness, allowing Hange more access to the inside of your mouth. You felt one of their large hands trail over the fabric of your shirt before dipping into the waistband of your pants and into your panties.

They slowly ran their finger up and down your clit, causing you to whine and whimper into their mouth as you continued to make out. Your arms flew around Hange’s neck to pull them closer to you, and your hips bucked into their hand to get more pressure on your clit.

Hange obliged to your silent pleas, dipping a finger into your folds, the wetness allowing it to slide in all the way up to the knuckle effortlessly. A strangled gasp left your lips as you disconnected from them abruptly, shutting your eyes in pleasure.

“You’re so wet for me, hm?” They cooed, sliding their finger out once again. You had no chance to give any sort of response, though, before they thrust their finger into you again, harsher this time. The sudden action and the spark of pleasure it sent up your spine caused a lewd moan to spill from your throat. You immediately blushed at the noise, though, covering your mouth in shame.

Your eyes finally met Hange’s, and they had a very primal, sadistic look on their face, a coy grin plastered across their face.

“You’re so cute, Y/n.” They smiled, pulling their finger out, leaving you feeling empty.

They walked over to a drawer on their nightside table, and you raised an eyebrow in confusion, before you remembered what they kept in the drawer.

They looked through, before picking up two strap-ons. One long and thick, and the other smaller with textured bumps on it.

“So,” they smiled, “Do we want the blue one or the green one today?

Sorry, this is kinda bad lol

Also, this took like too weeks lolllll whoops

[slytherinwh0re]

Now or never

Draco Malfoy x Female Reader

Warnings: SMUT (18+ minors dni), swearing, use of the word m*dblood once

Summary: *Draco’s POV* Where Draco admits his feelings for the girl he’s been friends with for years.

Masterlist

*Draco’s POV*

I’ve never felt anything that comes close to this, a desire so deep it keeps me up at night, longing so ingrained into every crack of my soul it’s all I can think about. That’s what she’s done to me, (y/n) (y/l/n), the girl I’ve known since childhood, the one who’s always been there, and the only person who makes me feel alive.

Why she chooses to keep me around I’d never understand. Whenever I ask she says the same thing everytime, “I need you Draco” the response usually makes my heart slam against my chest but what I don’t think she gets is how I’m the one that needs her. Her warmth and kindness is unlike anything I’ve ever felt, I’m a fiend for it, without it life would be dull.

That’s why when she’s around I make sure to be on my best behavior, even Potter and the Weasel can’t get a reaction out of me when she’s near. Well, none other than a dirty look but she’d usually kiss my cheek and tell me to quit glaring cause it causes wrinkles.

One time in second year I’d called Granger a mudblood in front of her and the disapproving look she gave me was enough to put me off the word forever. She didn’t talk to me for a week after that, I had to apologize to the bushy headed scoundrel before (y/n) would speak to me again, it was humiliating but for her I’d do anything. I’ve never used the word again.

The witch has been there for me through everything, she’s always been my dearest friend, and I hers. So when I hadn’t seen her during the summer inbetween third and fourth year I was confused by my emotions when I’d finally spotted her on the train. I’d always known (y/n) was beautiful, I never denied it, but that year her hips had rounded out, her breasts were fuller, and her face looked more matured. That was the first time I’d wanted to do things with her that friends just don’t do together.

It only got worse from there, the older we got, the more attractive she became. She was everything I’d ever desired, it was torture not allowing myself to tell her the thing I wanted to do to her out of fear of ruining the friendship I valued over everything. Instead I sat back, lusting over the girl who didn’t have a clue.

I’d watch her, in class, at the library, while she was with her other friends, my eyes always seemed to find her in a room full of people. It’s pathetic really but I can’t help it, (y/n) took up every thought in my mind. It’s the worst at night, when I’m trying to sleep and the only thing I can focus on is how fucking nice her ass looked in class that day or the fullness of her lips and how perfect they’d look wrapped around me.

Now here we are in seventh year, both 18, and fully matured, our friendship as strong as ever but I’ve just about had it. I’ve watched as other twats got to call her theirs and be with her in ways I’ve only imagined but I’m always there for her, ready to pick up the pieces of her broken heart when they hurt her. The pretty girl was too kind for her own good and she’d only ever blame herself for them being such fucking idiots, how could they not realize what they’d just lost?

I knew she’d have boyfriends, she was too beautiful not to, but I’d never expected it to hurt me so much to see her with another. However I kept my mouth shut, she knew I didn’t like any of them but I never said anything to her about it, it’s her life and if she’s happy than I suppose that would just have to be enough for me. Although I will admit, I felt relieved when they’d break up, it meant I still had a chance if I ever gained the courage to tell her how in love with her I am.

“What’re you thinking so hard about Draco?” Her eyebrow’s are scrunched together and I can’t help but smile at how cute she looks.

“You.” I tell her honestly, reaching across my bed where she lays to brush the piece of hair off her face. The best part of being a prefect is the private dorm, we’d always come here and hangout.

“Me? What about me?” She rest her face on her hands and gives me her full attention.

I take in a deep breath and decide to be completely honest with her. “(Y/n), you know I think you’re beautiful right?”

“Well uhm—you’ve never really told me that before but uhm thank you.” Her face is bright red but she doesn’t look away, her eyes remain on mine and I feel my heart rate spike. “Why are you telling me this now Draco?”

There’s so many ways I could answer that question but I know if I never tell her the truth I’ll live the rest of my life thinking of the what-if’s. I sit up, grab her hand, and beckon her to do the same so we’re facing each other.

“I’ve always thought you were beautiful my darling but I’ve been a coward,” I take deep breath, preparing myself for what I’m about to say, it’s now or never, “I’ve been hiding my feelings from you for years now. The way I feel about you is much more than what a friend should feel for another friend.” I grab her hands and hold them in my lap, my hearts going a mile a minute but if I stop now I won’t forgive myself. “What I’m trying to say is, I love you, I’m in love with you, I have been for so long.”

She’s silent for a while, just watching me, and I feel my heart begin to shatter. I start to lift myself off the bed but she holds my hands tighter, not letting me move.

“Oh Draco, you must be blind.” She let’s go of one of my hands and puts hers on my cheek, leaning into me until we’re only an inch away from each other. “It’s always been you, I love you.” And then she’s kissing me, and I think I might be dreaming but she throws a leg on either side of my hips, straddling my waist, and I realize this isn’t an image I’ve conjured in my head, my girl is on my lap, kissing me.

It’s like a switch flipped in my head, my hands find her hips, the same hips I’ve dreamt about for years, and I pull her as close to me as possible. Her tongue tangles with mine and she has her hands in my hair, tugging just enough to make my hold on her tighten. When she pulls away for air I tilt her head to the side, giving my lips access to the skin of her neck, sucking hard enough to leave my mark on her for the next few days, the airy moan she lets out is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. She’s addicting, the taste of her on my lips is like a drug, the sounds she makes give me goosebumps, and I love her, all of her.

When my sweet girl grinds down on my cock I just about lose it, the moan that leaves my mouth would be embarrassing if I wasn’t so caught up on how perfect the curve of her ass feels in my hands.

“Make me yours Draco.” (Y/n) whispers and I have to pull back to make sure I heard her correctly. Could it be that she really wants to be with me in that way?

“You’re sure my love? We could wait as long as you’d like.” She kisses my jaw and I moan as her hands start pulling on my shirt.

“I’m positive, I’ve wanted this for so long.” Fuck.

I flip us over so she’s laying on the bed and I’m on top of her, I pull my shirt over my head as quickly as possible as she starts fiddling with my belt. I place my hands on the skin of her stomach, moving them upwards slowly, giving her a chance to change her mind but she never was one for patience, instead she yanks her shirt off, leaving her in a thin black bra that she has off even quicker than the shirt, then she places my hands on each breast.

God I fucking love her.

The supple skin feels soft under my finger tips, her peaked nipples just begging to be played with so I do just that. I bring my lips around one, letting my tongue roll over the hard bud, listening to the soft sounds from the girl underneath me.

I hook my fingers into her leggings, dragging them down her silky legs, each new inch of uncovered skin makes my already hard cock grow impossibly harder. Her small hands pull down my pants and boxers with one quick tug, making my dick slap my stomach, leaving only one article of clothing between us. She wraps her fingers around me and I bury my face in her hair, the warmth of her hand driving me insane.

I pull her panties to the side, dipping my fingers into her dripping cunt, and the pretty girl moans my name.

“We can do foreplay another time, I need you now Draco, please.” How could I deny her when she sounds so sexy begging like that. I rip off her panties, throwing the destroyed material somewhere on the floor. I pull her lips back to mine and position myself at her entrance.

When I push into her it’s as if her body was meant for mine, her slick tight walls grip me perfectly. (Y/n)’s nails dig into my back as I keep up a steady pace, her perky tits bouncing with every deep thrust of my hips, and I watch as her swollen lips part into a silent moan as I find the spongy spot I’d been searching for.

My hands explore her body, running up the curve of her hips and up her soft stomach, bringing a thumb up to her bottom lip and watching in awe when she wraps her lips around it, sucking lightly before letting it go. I use that same thumb, to rub small circles into her clit.

“Draco, more, please I need more!” I pull out of her, flip her onto her stomach, and pull her hips up so her ass is in the air.

“As you wish my love.” I lick a single bold line up her center and then slam my hips into her. Giving my pretty girl exactly what she wanted. I smack her ass, thanking every God for letting this happen to me. She arches her back and grabs at the sheets, the screams of my name have me holding onto every fiber of self control I can. “You take my cock so well darling, I’ve dreamt about this so many times.” I smack her ass again, thrusting into her at a brutal pace. She’s soaking wet, the warmth of her cunt sucking me in with every jerk of my hips.

“I’m close Draco!” Her legs are shaking and I reach around her, one hand wrapped around her throat, pulling her to my chest, the other massaging her clit.

“Let go my love, I’ve got you.” I kiss her neck, inching her closer to her release. Her walls clench and she screams, my name leaving her lips on repeat as her orgasm rolls through her body. I wait until she’s done to let myself spill into her, my hips stutter and I moan into her hair as she pants against me.

I lay her down, grab a towel, and clean her up. She just stares at me with a small smile on her face when I lay with her, my pretty girl.

“I love you Draco.”

“I love you (y/n).”

*

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[hqamore]

boreal star ✵ chapter seven

with alina in the wind, general kirigan now has scramble to find her. the only person he has to get through is you.

series genre: romance & angst

series pairing: [past?] aleksander morozova (general kirigan) x reader

word count: 1.5k

warning(s): suggestive?

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when you regained consciousness, you attempted to open your eyes, quickly shutting them after being met with blinding lights. you felt aches all over your body. cold intrusions weighted your wrists as you shifted them, accompanied by the clanking of chains. you could hear the bustling crowds outside, conversations about the famed general kirigan being in kribirsk. the wind kissed your cheeks red when several masses moved into wherever you were being held (you presumed a tent).

“get up.”

not carrying for the tone, you pretended to sleep. after several moments passed, your chains were yanked. you fell onto the floor, your muscles pulsating in pain.

“what a lovely wake-up call.” you wrestled against the hands grabbing at you and, when you lost, were forced to sit up. “you know, i usually get to know someone before getting rough. we all have our kinks i suppose.”

a high-pitched giggle rang before it was muffled (not very well though). with a cleared throat, it ceased completely. you slowly opened your eyes to observe the room. a total of five bodies: zoya, ivan, a palace guard, a durast, and aleksander. you’ve gotten out with higher odds stacked against you.

“tell me where they went.”

you rolled your eyes and smirked. “unfortunately for you, my dear general, i’ve only sent them off. just told them to run far from ravka.”

your former lover glanced at ivan who shrugged. he breathed in deeply, clenching his fists. he squatted in front of you and called out to his subordinates. “leave us.”

one by one, they left the tent, zoya hovering by the opening with a nasty look on her face. you looked at her and winked. her lips curled into a sneer before she huffed away.

you returned your attention to aleksander who took the opportunity to come closer to you. you leaned back but failed, closed in by a bench. you watched as his hands rested on your knees. you tried to shake them off only for him to grip tighter as they climbed your legs. you met his half-lidded eyes, thrown off by the (scandalously) familiar gaze.

“what the hell do you think you’re doing?” you said, your eyes darting from his eyes to his lips.

a lazy smile took residence on his face, his tongue flitting across his bottom lip. “did you not miss it?”

feeling very confused and slightly mortified, you tilted your head away from him. “miss what?” you asked.

“our rendezvouses. how you could have me groveling at your feet with a simple touch. how i begged to use my mouth to please you,” he whispered. he rested his hands, kneading your inner thighs.

you scoffed. “did alina rejecting your advances give you brain damage? you really thought i would—”

your words were swallowed when his lips meshed with yours. you would be lying if it didn’t make you have butterflies. after being apart for years, you couldn’t tell if it felt right or nostalgic. stopping yourself from getting lost in the feeling, you shoved him away with your bounded wrists and bolted up. aleksander stumbled back, looking bewildered and distant.

“how dare you?” you spat. “trying to seduce me again for your stupid ambitions? let me be very clear, aleksander. you may have fooled me once, but there will not be a second time.”

you snorted and shook your head, a flurry of emotions rising in you.

“for thirty years, i wondered why i wasn’t enough for you? for fate? did i not follow you faithfully? did i not hang off your every word? did i not love you more than my own life?!”

furious tears welled as you heaved heavily. aleksander was still, his mouth parted, looking as if he wanted to say something. you couldn’t afford to give him the chance anymore. the stitches in your heart were breaking at the seams.

“i hated the world for so long for not giving me the powers you desired. i hated myself over things i couldn’t control. i knew for months that i was not your fated, your wistful destiny, but i stayed. i hoped that your words were empty and you said those things in a drunken stupor, but they say drunken words are sober thoughts. i was a fool to wish otherwise.

“the day i left was the day i stopped allowing myself to mourn over the fact that you were no longer mine. i finally saw my worth and decided that i would love someone else who would too.” you wiped away the tears that fell, then closed your eyes to prevent more from falling.

“did you?”

“what?” you whispered tiredly.

you heard him shuffle to stand, his shoes dragging against the carpet. “did you find someone else to love?” he weakly asked.

you made the mistake of opening your eyes. you took in his appearance—his red, glossy eyes that bore into you and the subtle way his frame wilted. you couldn’t decide whether to scoff at the audacity of him, acting as if he was the victim, or cry at the sight of his regretful posture. even through everything, a small part of you desperately wanted to believe him and embrace him, but you knew you couldn’t—that you shouldn’t.

“i did,” you said, avoiding his eyes.

“oh,” he breathed. “are you still...”

“we parted ways prior to my being here.”

he hummed softly and looked to the sky—like he was praying to the saints. “what if... i was being sincere? would you give me a chance to prove it?”

a scoff left you in disbelief, bitterness coating your voice. “you continuing to pursue your delusions is proof enough for me.”

with longing eyes, he stepped closer to you and captured your hands in his. he bent his neck to level with you. “what i’m doing… what i have been doing for the past five-hundred years… it��s all been to make ravka safer, to make grisha safer, to make you safer.”

you turned away, your will to not fall fading, only for him to tilt your chin towards him. he cradled your face in his palm, brushing away stray tears. “please, [y/n]. i admit, i made one of the biggest mistakes in my life not searching for you. i believed that you were a placeholder, someone to keep me satisfied until the sun summoner came. when you left, i realized how wrong i was.

“every single day, for 30 years, you were my first and last thought. how are they? are they safe? i hope no harm has come to them. [y/n], when you appeared before the king, you don’t understand how relieved i was to see you. at first, i was angry and spiteful at you for leaving me alone, but, as time passed and we fell into routine, my love resurfaced and won.”

you chuckled. “and what would you have me believe alina was? i saw it in your eyes at the winter fete. the same affection i once thought you held for me.”

“the winter fate?” he paused before smiling. “[y/n], you must’ve caught me thinking of you wearing that kefta.”

you grabbed his wrist and pulled it away from your face, the heavy chains grounding you. “you must think me stupid to believe that.”

then, aleksander looked grief-stricken. he fell onto his knees, his lips ghosting over your hands. “what do i have to do to make you believe me, [y/n]?”

you offered a sad smile. “destroy the fold… then, and only then, will i believe that your words aren’t pretty lies to trick me into complying.”

you turned as much as the chains could afford you. “please leave me be,” you whispered.

it felt like eons before you heard him move away. “there will be an expedition through the fold tomorrow. we are to escort foreign diplomats. so, rest up.”

wind rushed back into the tent as he left. once the tent flapped shut, you sank into the ground. tears streamed down your face as you pounded your chest, trying to relieve some of the sorrow. you hated yourself for even hoping that some of what aleksander said was true. you hated that, unlike what you wished to be, you were still easily manipulated by his charms.

i hate that i can’t hate you.

—

unbeknownst to you, aleksander’s heart was rabid and his duplicity dissolved, almost like the kiss was a rush of cold water. he couldn’t find it in himself to deceive you—or himself—anymore.

at first, he was attempting to seduce you. but, when he had kissed you… it was like all those years without you were unreal. it was like he hadn’t lived in the moments where you weren’t there by his side. it was like he could finally let go of the breath he never knew he was holding.

he was a blind man who was given the gift of sight, a deaf man given the wonders of hearing.

he had never felt more stupid in his life. he already had his equal. [y/n] was there, presiding over his heart, and he was an idiot to believe what he felt for them was something akin to complacency.

“general kirigan!”

blinking, he looked up to see ivan running towards him. he raised an eyebrow questioningly.

the heartrender stopped by his side, leaning closer. “we found the sun summoner and the stag. should we bring them in?”

aleksander glanced back at your tent, then turned away ashamed. “bring them unharmed. bring the tracker too.”

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author’s babble: now, there’s a dilemma for me. i think i see two ways this can go. crack!fic-ish or no crack!fic-ish. i will keep the crack!fic-ish portion separate. if you’d like to read the alt route, you can start with this! it’s the alt route ending of chapter seven *:ﾟ*｡⋆ฺ(*´◡`)

[slytherinbangchan]

“Fullsun” (NCT Haechan smut)

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Summary: Hooking up with haechan but it’s also sweet and cute.

W: Smut, edging, dirty talk, creampie. 1.6k words This scenario is part of one of my Ao3 works, let me know if you want me to post the rest of the fic here too. Original tittle of the chapter: 해찬.

“I bet you missed me.” Hyuck says between kisses and you smile. “Bet you missed me more.” You kiss him again and the uber driver prays so there's no more red lights on the way to your house. Is not like you're being cheesy anyway. It's more of a competitive thing but who could tell besides you two?

You kiss all the way to your apartment almost falling more than once and practically forgeting you have to get off the elevator once its doors open. There's a trail of some scattered clothes from your apartment's door to your bedroom but you both still have your underwear on as you climb on the bed. As Hyuck kisses your neck down to your boobs you feel your heart beating faster. Then he goes up again and kisses you deeply. “Y/n.” He calls between kisses. “Can we just stay like this for tonight?” He asks and you stop kissing to look at him. You tilt your head and comb his hair softly with your fingers while you think about it for a second. “Sure.” You chuckle softly and he smiles before kissing you again.

Hyuck asking you to just cuddle wasn't something you were counting on but it doesn't bother you either. He talks a lot but he's so cute you just love listening to him and pretending you don't notice how his fingers play, leaving caresses all over your skin as he speaks. But guess that what you're loving the most right now, is how he can't help but kissing you from time to time even if he's in the middle of a sentence. Making your heart skip a beat everytime. And he's so tired now. He's fighting to keep his eyes opened. “Just sleep you idiot.” You chuckle and he faintly smiles. “But I wanna.... Kiss...” He says as his eyes close. Your heart swoons. His mouth is not entirely closed. He really must be exhausted but no wonder, it’s 6am when you check the time on your phone. You're so used to not getting enough sleep though that staying up isn't really a big deal so you watch him for a bit before actually getting sleepy.

You wake up like 4 hours later cause you're cold and he's still asleep next to you. And damn, you feel so blessed right now cause you really need more sleep and you were kinda afraid he'd be a morning person.

He's still facing you. His hair all messy. The skin on one of his arms glows golden under that single ray of sun that managed to enter your room through the blinds. And suddenly you're jealous of the sun, so you snuggle into Hyuck and grab his arm so he'd hold you. He slightly wakes up with a deep breath cause you kinda startled him but as he opens his eyes a little and realizes it's you, he squeezes you lightly and kisses your forehead before instantly falling asleep again.

Ah, wish your heart wasn't beating this fast right now.

There's still a hint of his perfume on his neck. Smells like flowers. The warmth of his body and his embrace makes you feel so safe that you fall asleep again in no time.

“Have you ever had a serious girlfriend?” You ask as you play with his hair. “Yeah, it's been a while though.” He says and you chuckle. “How old are you? How long could have been?” You ask and he tries not to smile. “Hey, I'm old enough, don't laugh at me.” He whines avoiding your eyes by playing with your necklace. You smile and peck his lips but he catches yours in a kiss, rolling over the bed to end up on top of you. Kissing your neck now down to your boobs. “What are you doing?” You chuckle and he smirks against your skin. “Morning sex?” You scoff as you smile to his answer. “It's 1pm.” You say. “Skipping lunch sex?” He asks as he climbs back to your lips for a kiss. You can feel his boner against your thigh as he kisses you so you pull his boxers down without breaking the kiss, but you're so curious... You want to see him leaking before you could even touch him. Cause you know he is. So you push him so he stands on his knees and take a look at his dick. “W-What are you doing?” He asks trying to hide how nervous he just got with a laugh, but he's blushing. You simply smile at him and get a bit closer to rub his precum oozing tip as he kisses you before you start jerking him off slowly. “Damn Hyuckie you really got this hard with just some kisses, huh?” You tease him and he blushes even more. “Ah, stop... I want to cum with you.” He whines in a pout and you squeeze his tip. “I asked you a question, baby. Didn't I?” You ask and he bites his lips. “Y-yes...” He places his hand over yours as if he was trying to stop you but he's not even trying that hard. “Do you really want me to stop?” You ask as you slow down your hand movements and he whines at the lack of friction. “N-No... Sorry. Please... Keep... Doing that..” He asks with that beautiful voice of his, giving you butterflies. He's too cute to actually deny him anything. This might be a problem at some point but for now, you just come kneel next to him so he can easily keep kissing you as you start jerking him off again.

“You're so cute Hyuckie.” You whisper on his ear. He's been whimpering for a bit now as you touch him. You stop for a moment to rub his tip with your thumb and he bites his lip. His eyes watering out of frustration. And he's been so good, no matter how many times you've edged him.

You feel his hand on your thigh and how it moves to the inner part. “What are you doing?” You ask as you smile and he smirks. His fingers running up and down your clothed slit now. “You're so wet... If you plan on keep torturing me, I might as well be inside you for the rest of it don't you think?” He says and you smile. “Right.” You get rid of your panties while he goes sit against the headboard. Then you crawl back to Hyuck and slowly sit on him. His hands on your hips as you go down and then they move up to your tits. He throws back his head in pleasure as you completely sit. A lil groan leaving his lips. You chuckle softly and he looks at you trying not to smile. “What? You feel so good.” He pouts and you smile then lean over him to kiss. “Mhm~ It feels good having you inside me too.” You say and he kisses you again.

You move to a slow pace with his hands on your hips guiding you. Your arms resting over his shoulders in a soft hug and his head on your boobs, biting around from time to time. “Hyuckie...You're so big.” You moan, and he sucks on your nip as he grasps on your butt pressing you against him. “Ah Hyuckie, I'm gonna go crazy. Fuck me harder please.” You beg, failing on your attempt to edge him one last time. He smiles and looks up to get a kiss. “All four?” He asks and you nod as you bite your lips then quickly change positions.

Your butt up all ready as you hug your pillow waiting for him. He kneels behind you and tilts his head as he watches you. “What are you doing?” You whine as you blush and try to block his view. “Ah, noo don't hide it. You look so good like that.” He whines and pushes your hands so he can see again. His fingers run up your inner thigh collecting your juices. “Ah, y/n... Seriously you're dripping. I love it so much.” He says. “I'm not sure I'm gonna be able to hold it much longer.” He says as he enters you. “Just go ahead and cum inside me already.” You whine as you softly wiggle your butt and he starts thrusting into you again. It doesn't take long for you to feel your orgasm building up. He's hitting all the right places from that position and honestly, all that hissing and whimpering coming out of his mouth is making you extremely horny. You moan out some profanities as you release and he grasps harder on your hips feeling your walls clenching around his member, then he moves faster, finding his own release. He groans as his moves become erratic while he cums, then he keeps slowly thrusting on you until you've milked him completely. “Ah... That's a lot of cum.” You say still all in four as you wiggle your butt after he pulls out. Watching the juices running down your thighs. He chuckles. “Yeah? Whose fault is that huh?” He asks as he flips you over so you fall back into bed to kiss you. “Ahh, you idiot, now my bed is ruined.” You pout. “It's just cum. And it was about to get on it anyway if you'd let it keep running down your legs.” He chuckles and pecks your lips. “We could take a shower. I'll help you clean up~” He says before kissing you again. "You better do." You pout and he pecks your lips before jumping out of bed. He motions you to follow him as he smirks and you roll your eyes. "Should I take that shower by myself them?" He asks as he chuckles and you get out of bed. "No way."