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#“what is this signature like” it's like meeting something that has a human face but you can tell it is Not Human. think: uncanny valley

italiansteebie · 1 year

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Somehow, Steve is behind on every pop culture reference of this century, even with all the children he babysits.

That's why when Eddie Munson walks into the coffee shop he works at, he has no idea who he is and why he’s whispering. He almost wants to yell at him to speak up, but the way the guy is pulling his hat down over his face, sunglasses planted firmly on his nose, Steve can’t help but to wonder if he’s okay. If maybe he’s trying to avoid someone.

So before he can order, Steve leans in asking softly, “Hey are you okay? Is it someone in the shop you’re hiding from? Because I can kick them out.” His protective streak apparently extends beyond his kids. The guy seems to brighten at this, “I'm okay, honest. Just trying to stay out of the spotlight.” There’s something in his tone of voice that is more serious than it should be, but Steve continues on with the transaction.

It’s pretty dead in the shop, so Steve decides to strike up a conversation. “You new in town?”

“I- What?”

“Oh sorry. I just- usually only regulars come in on Sundays. I was just wondering if you've moved here recently or if… I don’t know, you're visiting or something?” Steve finishes awkwardly. And the guy lets out the most angelic laugh, Steve thinks he’s in love.

“I’m just visiting.”

Steve gets the feeling this guy doesn’t want to talk, so he moves to finish his drink. Handing it to him with a “Well, I’m here if you need someone to show you around!” and a smile, with his instagram handle written in bold, black ink on the side. The beautiful guy smiles at him, more genuine than it had been before, and turns to walk away.

“Wait! What’s your name?”

Beautiful man arches his eyebrow again, and shakes his head, a small smile gracing his lips.

“Eddie.”

And with that he leaves, and Steve is left starstruck for the rest of the day.

It’s not long before Steve sees Eddie again, in fact he’s there the next morning. Waiting by the counter with his hat and sunglasses planted on. Steve wonders if maybe they’d been glued to his face in some sort of prank. Seems unlikely though.

Eddie approaches the counter, and before he can order Steve leans in, “I was serious yesterday, if there’s someone around here bothering you let me know. It just- seems like you’re uncomfortable or something.” And that beautiful smile graces Eddie’s lips again.

“I’m okay, really. It’s just. A lot of people know me and I don’t… I just want a normal morning at a coffee shop, y‘know?” Steve shrugs, “I can’t say I do, but If you want to talk I’m all ears. Well- Not now of course,” He laughs, “I'm on the clock, but I get out at noon?” He suggests. And who can blame him, there's a beautiful man right in front of him and he’s only human. Of course he’s going to flirt.

It seems to work too because Eddie agrees and shortly after there's a phone number written on his arm, with weirdly strict instructions to not share it with any one.

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It’s noon, and Steve’s expecting to pull up to a house, but the GPS leads him to a rather nice hotel. One more expensive than he could afford even for one night. He spots Eddie waiting in the lobby, waving at him, signature hat and glasses still on.

“Hey, I decided to meet you down here. I don’t think they’d let you up without me.”

And Steve just smiles and nods, happy to be hanging out with Eddie outside of a place of business.

Once they reach Eddie’s room, Steve trails in slowly behind him, almost in before there's a firm hand on his shoulder pulling him back. He flinches, as a deep voice loudly says “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I- Uh. I was, uhm, going to see Eddie?” He finishes voice pitching up at the end like its a question, biting his lip willing the anxious tears that sprouted not to fall. The guy glares at him, “I don’t think so-” But he’s cut off by Eddie, “Woah, Gareth. It’s okay, he’s with me.” And that seems to calm ‘Gareth’ down, and Steve’s shoulders slump in relief. “I didn’t um. I didn’t mean to cause trouble,” He says, cheeks going red. Eddie waves his hand, “Don’t worry about it, Stevie.” And for a second Steve wonders how he knows his name before realizing he’s been wearing a name tag in every one of their interactions.

“He’s harmless, I promise.” Eddie assures ‘Gareth’ again.

And with that he leaves them alone. They talk for hours, and the time flies by, and Eddie invites him to dinner with him and his friends. He agrees easily, from what Eddie has told him, they all seem pretty cool, although he finds it a bit odd that they all share the uniform of sunglasses and hats.

At dinner, he can hear the subtle clicks of cameras and whispers, and he quietly wonders if there’s some type of celebrity around. Eddie and his friends laugh, but Steve seems to have missed the joke.

Overall it was a great night, ending with him and Eddie leaving hand and hand, sharing a soft kiss as Eddie walks him to his car parked in the hotel lot.

Once safely alone in his car, he squeals like a teenage girl, kicking his feet, twirling his hair, the whole nine yards. He goes to call Robin but in some odd coincidence, she’s already calling him.

“STEVE WHAT THE FUCK.” She’s shouting before he can even speak.

“Robs! I was just about to call you! I had the most amazing date,” He gushes, conveniently leaving out the part where he admits that his date's friends were with them.

“Yeah, I know, Steve. It’s ALL OVER TWITTER.” And she’s screaming again, so loud he has to pull the phone away from his ear.

“What do you mean? It was just a date, I wasn’t with anyone else!”

“You were with EDDIE MUNSON.”

“Yeah I kn- How do you know the name of my date?”

“Steve. Steve, Steve, Steve.” She sighs.

“What?”

“I can’t believe you met Gareth AND Eddie AND Jeff and Keith! The only four men I would ever let inside me!” Steve cringes at that, “Robs. Never say that to me again. And what is going on? Did- Did you follow me to my date again?” He can hear her exasperated groan from the other side of town, no phone needed.

“Steve. Listen to me. Do you know the band Corroded Coffin?”

He shrugs, “Yeah, kind of. Dustin talks about them sometimes.” he doesn't know what this has to do with the beautiful man he just went out with.

“Okay. So here’s the deal. You have gone on a date, and smooched, SMOOCHED, the lead guitarist of Corroded Coffin.”

“I- What?”

“You kissed the lead guitarist of a very popular band.”

“Oh.”

“YEAH, OH, DINGUS.”

His phone chimes and he pulls it away from his ear to check the notification.

‘eddiemunson_CC just followed you.’

Another one follows immediately after that.

‘eddiemunson_CC sent you a message’

“Oop- He’s texting me, hold on.”

“Put me on speaker!”

“Oh, he has a blue check mark next to his instagram name thingy, that's cool!”

“Steve, oh my god, what did he say?”

Steve looks at the message, ‘I was trying to avoid the paps. Sorry, Stevie, they caught us.’ He responds quickly with an ‘It’s okay Eddie! I had a great time tonight!’ He narrates this all to Robin who is responding quite enthusiastically. “We can be famous by association, Steve!” She says in a “duh” tone of voice.” Steve rolls his eyes, “I think I’d rather just date him.”

He ends the call with Robin shortly after that and proceeds to text Eddie, punching in the faded sharpie written number on his forearm, Instagram DM’s weren’t very private according to Eddie, easily hacked or something like that. They text back and forth for a while, arranging a proper date in Eddie’s hotel room where they don’t have to be so discrete.

Eddie’s back in the coffee shop the next morning, uniform intact, basically loitering until Steve is done with his shift. They head back to the hotel room, blatantly ignoring the photos that are being taken of them. Back in Eddie’s room, Steve hears Corroded Coffins music for the first time, it's good. No wonder they’re so famous. Steve shares that sentiment and much to his chagrin, Eddie teases him relentlessly about it.

The internet knows of Eddie's new beau, and by extension, so does Dustin, who yells at Steve for not mentioning it sooner.

And if Corroded Coffin’s next album has more love songs than the others combined, well. We all know why.

inspired by @steddiealltheway's rockstar Eddie and clueless Steve fic!

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #rockstar Eddie munson #barista Steve Harrington #meet cute #stranger things #stranger things ficlet

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sqvishii · 9 days

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Ok Everyone talking about Silver cheat the reader or the reader cheat Silver. But I want to up the ante of pain and angst:

Imagine a reader (for this scenario fem Reader) being Silver's wife. That they both live in the kingdom of thorns having a happy and comfortable life. Although the reader could not return to his world, she was at least able to build a life in TWST with his current husband

So Silver, being one of the main guards of Mallues and the son of General Lilia. In some way or another he is someone who has a certain degree of power in the kingdom due to his position and lineage. So it certainly wouldn't be unusual for someone ill-intentioned to want to get something from Silver (either by stealing or getting forbidden information from the Draconia family or even Lilia) The point is that said person had Silver in his sights as he was technically "the least powerful" (Mallues being the king, Sebek being half-fae and Lilia being a former war general). Whether for any reason they manage to discover the traitor (Silver's work)

But said person manages to escape and is now searching for the Kingdom. The ill-intentioned person, wanting to take revenge on Silver, decides to take away what he loves most. So upon hearing rumors that Silver has a wife who some claim has no magic. The traitor finds the house and murders the reader.

Silver along with other guards are patrolling and looking for the traitor. But he has the feeling that something bad is happening so he tries to call the reader and try to inform her about the situation. But no one answers...even though he has dialed almost 25 times, his wife does not answer his calls. Panic-stricken Silver runs towards his home. Only to find his house damaged and his wife dead on the floor.... Silver gives a cry of pain that echoed throughout the forest. Silver who didn't rest until the damn thing was found

When the traitor is captured by orders of the king and his right hand is executed to death. The now widower who discovered that when his wife was murdered she was newly pregnant ...Now she is buried in the back of Silver's childhood home. Now the happy little home is only inhabited by a lonely knight who never remarried or had a family. Sometimes the home is visited by three faes who take care of their lonely human. 💔

Silver, who at the end of his days never took off his wedding ring and was buried next to his deceased wife's grave. Centuries later the small abandoned house but curiously the graves are still cared for and always have small flowers around them.

STOP THIS ANGST

will the both of you still meet in the next life?

silver wished, his last days were nearing as he stood above your grave, a fresh batch of your favorite flowers in his hands.

silver vanrouge and you. such a beautiful relationship bloomed between the both of you in which silver just couldn't help but fill his journal whenever he spent his days with you.

you made him so happy. so in love like a lovesick puppy who awaited your every order.

he remembered when the shyly held your hand during the first month the both of you were dating in night raven, lilia always chuckled at the two of you and always teased him about it.

now, you're gone.

and heavens did it hurt.

it hurt. extremely; the worst part? you were pregnant with his children.

he knew you were going to surprise him with the news once he got back home, that lopsided grin on your face as you excitedly jump into his arms, he was always there to catch you.

how badly he wished he went home when that gut feeling hit him.

instead of the sight of you with that giddy smile, your radiance and basically just you in general,

he saw you, laying on the ground as the bloody pool underneath you had spread around.

writting the last page of his journal with his signature, he buried it near your grave, how badly he wanted you to read it, how badly he wanted to see that smile on your face and the blush that burned on your cheeks once you saw the years he took to finish that journal for you.

but the least he could do at the end of his life was to have himself buried near you.

years have passed and the house was already withered. despite that, the poeple who walked by could only be left confused at the sight of the flowers growing in between the two graves.

a new era set in stone, silver had heard of a book about a man who spent his life writing his journal dedicated entirely to a single woman, he heard the story was pretty heartbreaking, really.

the plot was basically the man, being in college and finding the one he loved, a woman who was magicless, years passed and he becomes one of the main guards of a fae kingdom, though a traitor was among them.

that said traitor killed the woman without the man knowing, and the plot continues. though, silver had read only a quarter of the book.. he felt like he already knew what happened, as if he was the said man in the book, ironic.

having to be dragged along with his father and brothers to a museum, he could only find himself staring at a portrait, a man whos features looked exactly like his.

'silver vanrouge.'

..huh. weird. same name, too. apparantly, this was the man in the said book he read a few days ago.

.. he could only wonder who was the woman he fell in love with.

searching around the museum without lilia knowing, he eventually found the portrait that was actually just next to the mans. whoops, he didn't notice.

there was a lot of people looking, in awe of the beauty of the painting. he was too, the woman was breathtaking, no wonder the man had fallen in love with her.

going to the front, he saw a girl who looked exactly like her.

"..-ver? silver?"

".. [name]?"

lilia and malleus could only fist bump in the background, finally reuniting the long lost lovers once more.

#!! squish writes #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #silver twisted wonderland #silver twst #silver x reader twisted wonderland #silver vanrouge #silver x reader #silver vanrouge twst #silver vanrouge twisted wonderland #silver vanrouge x reader

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mixiury · 5 months

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Always remembering you - Genshin x GN reader

Characters: Wanderer, Itto, Kaveh, Neuvillette

Summary: You have to leave for a long period of time. What do they do after it? (Basically them missing you)

A/N: I am alive!! Sorry for not posting in a while. Honestly I haven't been very motivated to write but I randomly got this idea so I hope yall like it! (I edited some parts and typos I noticed so hopefully now it is better :)

Wanderer has no need for things as transitory and insignificant as the attention of others— specially if it comes from an human being— so what makes you believe that you would be an exception?

It's been decades since he last sought companionship after all. The only reason why he asked you to accompany him is to complete the tasks Nahida assigned him. It is just easier for you to do all the hard work instead of him. Don't try to read between the lines.

Yes. Of course it was necessary to stop in the middle of Sumeru's forest to contemplate the surroundings for the past hour. It is part of his job to ensure that there are no potential dangers near the city.

Actually, the fact that the path you were taking was blocked by a tree that mysteriously collapsed in front of you due to a strong blown of wind has nothing to do with him. Why would you think he did that in the first place? You're imagining things.

The only reason he's holding your hand right now is so you don't get lost or delay him by this absurdly long new path he's chosen. Yes, it's clearly the only option you two have, so don't complain and keep walking.

But if you need a moment to rest he won't refuse. And if at any point you decide to lean your head on his shoulder, he won't push you away either. Just don't get used to this, he only allows it because he knows how fragile human bodies are and he prefers to avoid Nahida's scolding for leaving you in the middle of nowhere.

And if you still have doubts, that's right, the fact that all these things happen after not being able to talk to you all week is totally a coincidence.

Itto, on the other hand, doesn't seem to know the word discretion.

What do you mean you have another important commission to do? But didn't you just finished one yesterday? How about you join him in a beetle tournament instead? Or maybe you can spend time with the gang? Come on, he knows you can't refuse this unique opportunity!

Hmm? That you always spend time with them..? But this time is different! This time they will do something so different and so incredible that you just can't loose! Trust him. Arataki Itto always keep his word!

And it is just that it seems like the entire universe is sending you signals to spend time with him. From Itto posters that mysteriously appear on paper airplanes to his name in the alphabet soup you eat.

But if all that is not enough to convince you that it is the destiny the one putting you together, somehow you both end up meeting multiple times a day. No matter where you look, he will be there.

Do you have to collect different flowers from Inazuma for your commission? It turns out that floristry is one of his hidden talents! Do you have to give them to someone? How curious! He was just talking to that same person! Are you saying he is brothering them? Of course not! He would never do that... On purpose.

There's no point in questioning him, somehow he always has an excuse- (although it doesn't mean they make sense). It's only until you look up at the sky and see fireworks with Itto's face, his signature, and the words "I miss you" that he finally tells you the truth behind all the coincidences that has happened during the day.

However, the moment does not last long, because shortly afterwards different guards come running to capture Itto for alleged harassment and "illegal use" of fireworks without authorization. Complete defamation if you ask him.

At the end, you and Kuki have to visit him in jail and take care of all the paperwork for the damage him and the gang caused. But hey, at least that means his plan worked?

Kaveh directly doesn't seems able to function properly.

Don't get him wrong, he knows better than anyone how hard it must be for you to be so busy. After all, he has found himself in the same situation as you multiple times in the past.

It's just that he had never noticed the influence you have on his life until that moment, where instead of having breakfast together at the same place as always he finds himself eating preheated noodles from the microwave.

For the first time in a long time he's having trouble concentrating on his work, unable to finish the commission he's been putting off for the last week— not so surprisingly— the same amount of time since you traveled to Fontaine.

Because every time he looks at the paper on the desk he can't stop his hand from drawing sketches of you, his mind clouded with questions about your safety and how you are doing.

Kaveh doesn't really know how to control that feeling so he does the only thing he knows in situations like this; Overwork himself. Going from basically doing nothing all week to creating almost a month's worth of work in a few days.

Of course, it doesn't take much for his friends to notice, trying to reason with him more than once. However, if there is something to recognize from Kaveh it is his stubbornness, reassuring them that everything is completely under control.

It's only until he ends up falling asleep during a conversation with Tighnari that he decides to take action into his own hands, sending you a letter telling you about the situation because your boyfriend can barely stay awake during the day and has been living of coffee.

And despite his reproaches towards Tighnari, he can't help but feel glad the moment you return to Sumeru a few days earlier than anticipated, updating you on every little detail that happened while you were gone and sleeping for almost a full day no long after. He may thank Tighnari later.

Unlike the others, Neuvillette feels totally fine after you left.

Of course he notice your absence and perhaps your name has appeared in his mind more than three times in the day but that's all. There is no need to worry about it, Take all the time you need.

He continues with his routine as always. He is also a very busy person so he doesn't think a lot of it. He's just walking around in the same place where you met because he's taking a short break. Nothing more than that.

In fact, you might even be able to see him ordering at the same coffee shop where you had your first date, sitting at the same table he sat at back then. But that isn't related to this situation, so please continue what you are doing.

But if you notice how Fontaine has fallen into heavy rain this last month, he will just reassure you that it's completely normal. Probably is just the weather that hasn't been stable lately. Nothing to worry about. Everything is under control as it always has been.

Yet, even if he manages to fool himself, all the melusines notice the way his gaze wanders from the documents on his desk to the empty seat next to him. His eyes shining every moment he hears the door of his office open just to met with the disappointment in them when he realizes it's not you on the other side.

Because despite his attempts to distract himself, it's simply impossible when every place he goes has some memory of you. He knows you won't be away for long so why does he feel like something is missing when you're not around?

Melusines try to talk with him, even requesting help to Furina, but it doesn't seems to be an end of the countless rains that has been occurring since you left.

He will just continue denying his feelings over and over, completely oblivious of them and the attempts of others to cheer him up.

It's hard for Neuvillette to understand the reason for his the emptiness he feels, but when he sees you once again he can't help but notice the great sense of relief that comes with you, immediately asking you how you are doing and making sure you feel welcome.

Maybe with the pass of the time he will be able to come in terms with his feelings but for now all he wants to do is to spend more time with you.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #wanderer x reader #scaramouche x reader #itto x reader #kaveh x reader #neuvillette x reader #not proofread #Sorry xD #Genshin Impact #genshin impact x you #genshin x you

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kittyscupcakeandbunny · 10 months

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BUNNY BUNS

[HYBRID AU]

INTRO

Bunny on the run

Side Characters: Yoongi cat Hybrid, Hoseok/Human, Taehyung/Human.

Warnings: mentions of violence, wounds, blood, smut, nudity.

Genre: Fantasy, hybrid au, fluff, R+18.

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Days alone on the streets after running away, Jungkook is so hungry he would do anything for something to eat, the sweet smell of bread fills his nostrils and as he walks on the side walk of the night streets he fallows it as if lost on a dream, almost not believing such delicious smell could even exist. He fallows the smell with his high sense of scent only to stop in front of a small coffee shop, the lights where still on a warm atmosphere he could see it from the outside, the glass door had some green leaves falling from the top where the name of the coffee shop shined in cursive letters, bunny buns.

He watches as the sign on the door changes. Someone opens the door the sound of a ring dings and a women a bit shorter than him comes out holding two black trash bags, she notice him standing there and only smiles at him walking around him to put out the trash. His heart beats faster, not knowing what to do with such reaction from a female, she who smelled like sweets and bread making him mesmerized by her long purple hair that stopped at her but. Jungkook never saw someone like her, it felt like he was in a dream and just saw an angel.

"Won't you come in bunny?" His checks burn from embarrassment, not used to having attention on him, "I don't have money miss, sorry" he murmured, she only smiles kindly looking him up and down she noticed he was a stray hybrid, from the dirty clothes to the dirt and wounds on his hands and face. His big doe almond eyes shined so bright under the lights of the coffee shop, looking almost like the night sky full of stars. He looked absolutely adorable, even though the contrast of his old clothes and dirt on him. She smiles and invites him in "it's on me then, come?" She offers him her hand and he slowly accepts it holding the tips of her finger afraid to leave dirt on her hand, fallowing her inside the small and warm coffee shop, he was so hungry he fallows without any second thought not caring to think about not having money anymore as his eyes traveled over all the pastries and sweet smell of cinnamon rolls, everything there smells so good and looked like bunnies, he wants to laugh at the coincidence.

Of course everything would look like a bunny, the place is called bunny buns.

Telling him to sit on a barstool she than walks around it, standing in front of him on the other side of the counter she begins to prepare him some bunny buns. The signature of the shop. Bunny bread with sugar over it. Making sure to give him a bunch with a cup of warm milk, it was freezing outside and she really wondered how he managed to walk outside with only a white shirt and pants.

She wondered, if he maybe had lost himself from his owner. Or maybe simply run away from it.

She owns the coffe shop and gives him everything he asks for, he apologizes many times but she only tells him it's okay. “Please, let me pay you somehow?” He says, long white ears behind his head moving slightly. She only smiles at him “you being this cute is enough for me”.

Her smile warms his heart in a way he never thought it was possible, no one has ever showed him kindness, not even a smile. Never. Even before he run away.

He continued to eat as she watched him, looking outside as rain stared pouring she asked him “do you have somewhere to stay tonight?”, he didn’t meet her eyes. Only staring at the now empty plate in front of him. Ashamed to even tell her the truth.

He was finally free.

Yet he had nowhere to go. No place to call home.

“Oh no… I’m so sorry” she says, soon warm hands are holding his face up to meet her gaze in the most gentle way. Her thumbs clean the tears he never thought would fall from his eyes, worry fills her expression over her soft features.

“I don’t have… home” he says, big doe eyes looking into her. She couldn’t just let the poor bunny hybrid alone at this cold time of the year. He looked so soft and scared. Like anything could break him apart.

“Well… my house is upstairs, do you want to stay here for the night?” She asks, surprise filling his brown eyes as quick as the red on his checks. He couldn’t even imagine what was happening, why would she help him? Why would she, when no one else did?

“ I can’t… you’re so nice but-“ he began but couldn’t end his sentence, her hands falling from his face over his hands.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind… it’s just, it will be a cold night… I’m scare you’ll be cold” she tells him, he looks at her, a stranger offering him a home to stay the night after filling his belly.

Even if she hurts him later, he just felt so grateful for her. So much he cried.

“Don’t cry bunny… you can stay, okay?” She gently cleaned his tears, walking around the counter to stand beside him. Her hands running over his back in a soft manner, slowly he began to fall into her touch. Head resting over her chest as she continued to caressed his back.

“I’ll take care of you okay?” Her other hand comes up to gently scratch his head, his long hair were soft. Her mind were filled with questions. How could someone let this poor bunny walk around in this could weather? She couldn’t believe it.

More than anything, how was she going to take care of this big bunny?

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Notes: here is the intro, I hope you guys like it! It will be a very soft story with some fluff annnnnddd smut. Heheh luv you all 💖

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miss-hyoko · 1 year

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His Clothes

Character(s): Jade and Floyd

Summary: You wear his clothes and he caught you red-handed

Tag(s) and warning(s): GN!Reader, fluff, romantic, established relationship, a bit spoiler for the character's dorm uniform voice lines

Note: Although I said I would post something once every three days, but this idea has been stuck in my head for a while. So, here I am delivering these two eels for you (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

1. Jade Leech

Wishing to spend more time with your boyfriend, you decided to help him at Mostro Lounge. Even if it's a little tiring, at least you get to spend some time with Jade. But while you were busy taking the customer orders, one of the customers accidentally spilled their drink on your shirts.

Seeing that your front shirt was soaked with juice, Jade just chuckled while shaking his head before handing you his bedroom key, saying that you could borrow one of his clothes.

So, here you are, in Jade's room and going through his wardrobe. When you find his spare dorm uniform hanging neatly, there's this sudden urge in your head to try it on.

And what can you do besides following that urge of yours? So, against your better judgement, you took his dorm uniform and started trying it on. The result….

“The uniform is too big….” You winced, looking at your reflection in the mirror.

When Jade wears his dorm uniform, he always looks very gentlemanly, while at the same time he still has this dangerous aura around him. But when you try on the same clothes, you look like a child trying on their parents' clothes. It's all because of your height difference with him is quite far. But really, there weren't many people who could rival Jade's height. So, the problem is not your height. Jade is just too big for human size.

When you try on his uniform, the light-purple undershirt is long enough to cover half of your thighs. As for the pants…. well, the waist was too wide for you to fit into, so you decided not to wear them and continued wearing his white bow tie, Octavinelle's signature lavender-gray scarf, and the black suit. With white gloves and another spare black fedora that Jade has, you successfully nailed your boyfriend look.

But for some reason, it feels like something is missing, doesn't it? Oh, that's right! His signature smile! Jade wouldn't be Jade without his ever present customer service smile.

So, putting one hand in front of your chest, you mustered your most polite smile, and with the softest voice you have, you try to imitate your boyfriend's way of speaking.

“No need to be so concerned. I only wish to help. Ha ha ha, it's an honor to have you call on me. I know the secret to making all your dreams come true.”

“Oh my, I didn't know you had this kind of hobby, my pearl.”

Hearing your boyfriend's friendly voice, you suddenly turned around and found his standing in the doorway, looking at you full of amusement. With his usual smirk donning his handsome face, he walks towards you with unhurried steps.

“I came to check on you because you took a while to change. But it seems there's nothing to worry about, seeing you enjoying your time trying on my uniform and trying to impersonate me,” he said while fixing the bow tie you were wearing.

“Are you angry?” You ask, a little nervous. “Since I wear your uniform without your permission…”

Hearing your question, Jade chuckled softly. “Why should I be angry? It's a little surprising, but it's a pleasant surprise.”

Just as you were about to breathe a sigh of relief, Jade suddenly leaned over and whispered softly in your ear.

“Besides, I also like your little impersonation of me. Say, how about we wear the Octavinelle uniform for our next date? I can get one for you from Azul, you know.”

2. Floyd Leech

When you visit Mostro Lounge, you expect to see your boyfriend working. Unfortunately, you came at the wrong time. Floyd is still at school because the basketball club is suddenly holding an impromptu meeting regarding the game they will take part in next week. Normally, Floyd wouldn't join a boring meeting like that, but this time the whole team tried hard to make him stay because he is one of the key players.

Jade or Azul will usually chat with you until Floyd comes back and takes your attention away. But today Mostro Lounge was too crowded so the two of them couldn't accompany you. And because you didn't want Azul to ask you to help in the lounge, you immediately fled to Floyd's room.

Once you enter his room, you find that Floyd's room hasn't changed at all since your last visit. It's still a mess.

Sighing, you rolled up your sleeves and started cleaning Floyd's room. Even though you call it cleaning, you're actually just throwing away the trash and returning things to their original position.

While picking up his things, you find his dorm uniform suit lying on the chair. Looking at the suit, you suddenly imagine your boyfriend's figure when working at Mostro Lounge while wearing his dorm uniform. With his droopy eyes, wide grin, and lazy voice, Floyd Leech always manages to catch your attention. If you wore it, would you be look as good as it is in Floyd?

…. He won't mind, right?

With that kind of thought, you started looking for the other parts of Floyd's dorm uniform. After successfully finding all the other parts, you immediately put on the uniform.

Standing in front of the mirror, you stare in awe at your reflection. Even if you're only wearing the top of the uniform -because Floyd's pants are too big for you- you really feel like totally a different person. The uniform is a little big on you, but you still feel satisfied with your new appearance. The light-purple undershirt covered in a black suit, accompanied by a white bow tie, makes you seem like an intellectual. Guess what Vil said is indeed true, clothes can change people.

You then wear white gloves, a lavender-gray scarf, and a black fedora hat that is the trademark of Octavinelle's dorm uniform. Satisfied, you then started trying to imitate Floyd's character when he was doing his job at Mostro Lounge.

Putting your left hand on your right shoulder, you tilt your head a little while your face is donned with a cheeky grin. Then, with a lazy-like mannerism, you said to the mirror in front of you.

“You got a very serious problem? There might be something we can do. Heh heh heh... Don't be so scared. I just wanna give you a nice squeeze.”

Before you can compliment your imitation, something -or rather, someone- has already seized you up.

“Guppy!”

Floyd's unique shriek entered your ears, stopping you who were about to struggle. Well, it's not like you can really free yourself from the eel's strong embrace, considering how tight his hands wrapped around your body.

“My little guppy is so cute, tryin' to imitate this eel~” Floyd nudged his cheek on the top of your head while chuckling.

“You… you don't mind me wearing your dorm uniform?” you ask rather anxiously.

“Nope~” Floyd answered quickly without having to think twice. “If it were someone else, I would definitely squeeze them dry. But since it's you, I don't mind at all.”

You just breathed a sigh of relief, but then Floyd let go of his arms and looked up at you with a frown.

“But it feels… somethin' is missing.”

Floyd's words made you suddenly nervous, “W-what's missing?”

Floyd doesn't answer your question, instead his hand reaches out to the bow tie you're wearing and yanks it off, leaving the bow tie hangs around your neck. He also unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt before finally the frown is gone from his face.

“Now, that's more Floyd-like, don't cha think?” He smirked playfully at you, before he leaned closer and gave a lingering kiss to your exposed cleavage.

“Hey, little guppy, why don't you wear my clothes more often in the future? That way, people would know that you're mine. Good idea, right?”

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst wonderland #twst x reader #twst imagines #jade leech #floyd leech #jade leech x reader #floyd leech x reader #jade x reader #floyd x reader #klepon #🍴_comp

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The Heliobus Sweet Lies

Pair: Jing Yuan x You

Genre: Hurt-No comfort (well, there was an attempt at angst)

Word Count: 1,754

Warning: -

Summary: The heliobi were capable of manipulating its host, taking advantage of their deepest desire. It's hungry for every human desire including love.

You did not know that it would be this painful.

To see a green fire-like creature coming out from your lover's body, it was, for the lack of words, devastating.

No, you were not even sure if he still sees you as one, or you should see him as one since you know that everything that has happened for the last 35 years was the heliobus doing.

The sweet, raspy morning voice that would greet you first in the morning.

The sweet, lovely words he would say to reassure you.

The sweet, passionate kisses and pecks he would give to you.

The sweet, warm hugs he would provide without question.

It was all but the past now.

You froze in silence upon realization with hands still firmly-gripping Jing Yuan's shoulders, intended to help him stand up, but the scene of the green fire-like creature, the heliobus, coming out and stopped possessing Jing Yuan's body kept replaying in your head.

You internally shook your head, in an attempt to regain your composure, that matter should be dealt later. What was more important was the ball of heliobi in front of the two of you.

"General, are you okay?" You asked as you help the General to get up from his prostrated position. It was quite a thing to do to help him get up, he was exhausted and was bigger than you, so his weight was something you need to carry yourself.

Jing Yuan forcibly had to put almost all of his weight on you, and you understood why. Without ever the need to say anything, you simply commanded the Knights present to hold the heliobi while you attended the General.

You started moving your feet, bringing the limp General towards the nearest shade where a doctor was stationed by the Judge. It felt weird. For the General to stay silent, for Jing Yuan to just follow you, for your lover to-- No, he was no longer one.

When you arrived, you sat Jing Yuan down on the nearest chair, then quickly called the Warden to, "Please get him the beverage I had told the Knights to bring," and they nodded their head before leaving their place.

You turned your body to face Jing Yuan who looked like a kitten drenched in water. Though your gazes did not meet, you knew that he held this apologetic gaze that he often used when you were mad at him for not taking care of himself.

You wanted to say something, but you quickly disposed the idea as something you wanted to say was rather intimate than of concern between colleagues. Whether it be he remembered it or not, you did not want to push the idea that you and Jing Yuan used to have something.

"I--," you started which immediately gained his attention. You stared at him for a little while, daring yourself to make eye-contact with the eyes that used to hold so much affection, so much love towards yours, before breaking the eye-contact by averting your gaze towards where you two had stood.

But before you even could say anything to the General of the Luofu, some of the Knights that were holding off the Heliobi came and stated, "Greetings," one of them started. "We're sorry to interrupt you, but we came to inform that the heliobi escaped. Though the Judge were sure that they won't escape the Fyxestroll Garden, we will keep our guard up, and provide help to the Judge and their Wardens."

Ah, so you must be by Jing Yuan side at all times.

"Understood. You might rest a bit, fighting a sly creature with no physical body must be tiring," Jing Yuan said understandingly, even without you looking, you know he had that signature smile of his plastered on his face. The Knights abided his words and returned to their post after giving him a bow.

Thus, left only you two. You pondered, 'Must it be that I am the one who have to accompany him? But if I asked the Knights, the Wardens, or any of the Judges present that would be disrespectful not only for me, but for Jing Yuan and the Judges too,' so you stopped thinking after having the answer to your question.

Although you stood quite far from your General, you noticed his glances on you, you were unsure how you got this sixth sense kind of thing, but you were sure that he had something he wanted to say. However, you decided to ignore it as you currently had no intention to talk to him.

Alas, he wanted to talk to you.

"Are you okay, (y/n)? Something troubling you?" He called you by your name. His voice was sweet, or maybe it was just your biased opinion, and full of concern. Perhaps your face showed a clear expression of distress, well, you would not say you were shocked, he got a sharp eyes.

When you two first met and the relationship was simply between colleagues, he would call you by your family name. Thus, the fact that he called you by your first name gave you hope. A hope that perhaps he remembered everything ever happening between you two for the last 35 years.

But, then, another realization hit you, in the last 35 years, he called you by 'my dear' and only ever occassionally called you by your first name.

Thus, all hopes had been lost, and somehow you felt like you were already used to this despite only ever experiencing this roller-coaster of emotion just a few minutes ago.

You sighed, readying yourself to engage in a conversation with someone you did not wish to see. "Sharp eyes as ever, General," you began, putting a fake smile on your face. "Of course I have something in my mind, we're dealing with heliobi and they're scattered across the Luofu as we speak, how could I not think of them?" You tried your best to reason. It sounded logical, but he also had sharp senses and you knew it. Any lie he could sense easily, and you could only hope that he would not find out and pry.

Thankfully, he did what you wished, although by the looks of it, he knew you were hiding something. "I see, I too think about the heliobi. How did they manage to escape the matrix, I wonder?"

"I'll go see to it," you volunteered, willing to do anything but facing Jing Yuan, so you left without saying anything else without waiting for permission from Jing Yuan.

15 meters from where the pavilion Jing Yuan was in, there was a broken matrix. As unsure as you were if this matrix was the main cause of the problem, you were sure that this matrix has something to do with the incident. You noticed one or two missing talismans which could only signify that the seal was weaken due to some ignorant parties.

You mentally take note of the condition of the matrix to later inform the Judge and Jing Yuan.

"My dear," a familiar voice called you, and your body stiffen. You hoped that it was not clear enough lest he would notice, and that was precisely something you did not want. You turned your head slowly, and there stood Jing Yuan, seemingly to have recovered from his injury.

"That seems to be your contact name in my phone," he added, right when you thought he remembered every 'good morning's he told you, every kind words he said to you, every kisses he planted on you, every hugs he gave you.

Just when you thought.

You forced a laugh groggily, the first time ever since you stood by his side. "Ah... that. I was just messing around with your phone," a terrible excuse, you knew, and he did not let your life easier anyway.

"But, the chat did not suggest so."

"...H-how are you doing? Feeling better than before?" You desperately tried to change the topic of the conversation, but he was persistent on keeping the topic. Your question was ignored by his own musings.

"It's... the heliobus doing, isn't it?" And there was this glint of sadness in his voice, a sadness that made you pity your state. A silence was the only kind of answer you could give to him, not wholly ready to face the truth.

"Sorry, I don't have any recollection on this part," Jing Yuan said, looking at you right in the eyes. You averted your gaze once you saw that same sadness in his voice present in his eyes.

"Haha... don't be sorry for something that is not yours, General," you tried to reassure him, and you let silence filled the air. It stayed that way, until Jing Yuan said.

"We can start it anew."

You were unsure whether it was because he was purely oblivious or he felt guilty or he pitied you, all you were sure was that you did not want to force him into loving you or force yourself to be comfortable around him while knowing full well that his heart was not there for you.

"Haha..." your dry laughter died down as fast as it appeared. How pathetic you must have looked right now. "Sorry, but if your heart isn't there, then I don't want to give it a chance."

"I don't want to taste another sweet lies," you ended your sentence with voice just above whisper.

This whole conversation hurted you, you did not want to converse with him, but seemingly had no other choice since he seemed to deliberately ignoring all your signals. Seeing his face alone hurted you, it forcefully made you recall everything that happened in the last 35 years, every smile he once gave. Hearing his voice hurted you more, it forcefully made you remember the way he used to call you. Looking into his eyes hurted you even worse, it forcefully made you remember every love it once held.

Seeing it now was no longer would do nothing but cut your heart.

Another silence fell between you two, and you knew he was still looking at you with that same gaze, with that same emotion it held.

You let out a chuckle, "Don't look at me like that, you're making me look pathetic," and you did not know what kind of emotion he displayed, but you could only pray that this time he would let you go.

"Yes, I'm feeling better," he said. "The matrix, what happened to it?" He finally relented.

#honkai star rail #jing yuan #hsr jing yuan #jing yuan imagines #jing yuan scenarios #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan x you #jing yuan x y/n

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♡ Summary: New Year's Eve and being invited to a party isn’t the craziest thing to hear. What's crazy to hear is getting invited to a party and meeting Idols at that same party. It’s a once-in-a-lifetime moment.

♡ Pairing: Fan girl! Reader x ot7!

♡ Rating: Pg - 14

♡ Genre: Fluff, little romance, kind of crack lol and just pure happiness!

♡ Authors Note: HAPPY NEW YEARS! I can’t believe it's the new year, it feels weird saying 2024. Have a safe New Year!

Working as a supervisor didn’t fulfill life like how L/N Y/N thought it would as a child. She still gets yelled at by her manager about things she didn’t do and she still has to deal with annoying customers. It was the normal life of a person in their late twenties. It also sucked that she lived with her parents because rent was ridiculously high. New Year's Eve was the start of something different.

Every New Year’s Eve, she would spend it with her family drinking apple cider as they watched the ball drop. This year, her friends wanted to do it differently. One of her friends, Allison, was invited to a party. She didn’t ask how she got the invite but she was grateful that she was going. At first, Y/N didn’t want to go but her mother told her that a twenty-five-year-old should be out with friends having fun.

“All you do is work, Y/N. You deserve to have fun.”

Looking for a dress was harder than she thought. To be more specific, a party dress. As sad as it sounds, Y/N has never been to a club. The one time she was going to go something came up and she had to change her plans. She picked out a simple beige dress that went off her shoulders. It was simple but she had cute retro flower earrings that had smiling faces on them. It was perfect for her.

Allison was an introvert but she could be extroverted when she wanted to be, Alica was an introvert and hated everyone, and Y/N was the type of person to introduce herself to someone new because she would feel guilty if she didn’t. The perfect friend group on New Year's Eve.

Y/N was sitting outside away from the music with her vodka in her hand. She was dancing with her friends but the music was too loud and it was starting to bother her. She had to take a quick breather outside. The beats from the music were loud enough to make the floor vibrant, it was giving her a headache. The night sky was cold enough to make bumps appear on her skin but the alcohol in her system was keeping her warm.

“It’s cold isn’t it?”

She turned her head at the unknown voice and her mouth dropped. Why the fuck was Park Jimin talking to her? She blinked her eyes and shook her head gently because there was no way this was happening. When she opened them back up she saw Jimin looking at them with his signature smile that made millions melt, she was one of them.

“Ye-Yeah, it’s cold. Like it's really cold...you can get goosebumps with how cold it is. Which makes sense because it's the natural human response but that's beside the point.” Jimin let out a small laugh and nodded his head. He pulled a chair to sit next to her and she looked around to make sure she wasn’t hallucinating. She looked at him with squinted eyes and leaned forward a bit. He watched her with a raised eyebrow but didn’t say anything. She put her hand out and touched his chest, “Holy shit...you're real.”

“Yes?”

She pulled her hand back and bowed her head at him, “Sorry...I didn’t mean to say that out loud or touch you without asking...That’s bad of me. I’m sorry.”

Jimin let out a laugh and leaned back in his chair, “It's fine...I thought it was funny.”

She took a sip of her vodka and nodded her head, “So why are you here?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, you're an idol. You know, famous and rich...very rich. Why are you at this simple party?”

“Because I made him come here.”

She turned her head and again her mouth dropped. Kim Taehyung was staring at her with a smirk on his face, “Ho-Holy shit.”

“Well, he invented all of us here.”

She looked past Taehyung and saw the rest of Bts looking at her with smiles on their faces. She nodded her head and stood up from her chair slowly. She walked towards the edge and leaned against the edge, “What the fuck is happening?”

She heard a laugh and she turned around to see Jimin giving her a comforting smile, “We just wanted a break from the loudness in there.”

She nodded her head and sat back in her chair but she turned her body towards everyone, “Well...welcome to the party. I mean the party has been going on for a while now but hi my name is Y/N...I didn’t see you but if I did I would’ve introduced myself...I think I would?”

“I’m glad I can finally put a name on your pretty face, Y/N.”

She tilted her head at Jimin and squinted her eyes at him, “Huh?”

Jungkook let out a loud laugh and took a sip of his beer, “I like her, she's funny.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes and looked at Y/N with a welcoming smile, “Hello Y/N. I’m glad we can have someone new this evening for New Year’s Eve.”

Jin took his phone out and the light from his phone lit his face up. Y/N just stared at him in awe, “It’s about midnight. We should go to the edge.”

She pushed some hair behind her ear because she needed to touch reality somehow. Hoseok leaned forward and pointed at her earrings, “I like your earrings. It looks like this sweater I have.”

“They were three dollars. I was so excited to buy them.”

Yoongi glanced inside and looked back at her, “We should go do the countdown.”

“It's going to be loud...”

Jimin watched her cringed and nodded his head, “We should stay out here. There’s that big screen that has the countdown. We can do it together with our new friend.”

“Fr-Friend!?”

Jin nodded his head and pointed at the screen, “It’s starting! Let’s go before we miss it!”

They all made their way towards the edge except for Jimin. He smiled at her and put his hand out for her, causing her to look up with confusion, “Let’s go see the countdown together.”

She glanced at his hand and then at his face, “Su-Sure...”

She placed her hand into his and he pulled her up causing her to hit his chest. Her eyes widened at the action and he smirked at her, “I would love to welcome the new year with someone as pretty as you.”

“Likewise...?”

He let out a laugh and they walked towards the edge with the others. Jungkook wrapped his arm around her shoulders and gave her a bunny smile, “10!”

“9”

“8”

She looked at the screen and she couldn’t believe that the new year was happening. It didn’t feel like this year she accomplished much but her friends and family would disagree. Usually, for the New Years, she would feel depressed. This year it was different. She was hoping for something new.

“3”

“2”

“1”

“HAPPY NEW YEARS!!”

Jimin turned towards and placed a quick kiss on her cheek, “Does that prove I’m real?”

#bts reactions #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts jungkook #bts namjoon #bts seokjin #bts taehyung #bts jimin #bts yoongi #bts x reader #bts hosoek #Bts

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Gigi knows that her brother is STRESSED TM, so, being the good little sister she is, she masterminds a plan to get Grayson to actually have a day off to strictly chillax. Xander is on board with it and helps her plan the whole thing, Nash is also down, he’s the one keeping an eye on Gray and Savannah just kind of gets roped into it because Gigi’s involved which, by default, means she is there because she needs to keep an eYe oN tHInGs.

The way things go down is that Grayson, being the neat freak he is, has a schedule posted on his calendar, on his phone plus reminders everywhere of what he has to do on a given day of the week. However, Xander hacks into his stuff and changes his schedule (he has the hidden illegal talent of also being able to mimic people's handwriting scarily well, especially Gray’s, and yes, he has forged signatures before-don’t ask, we’ll be here all day). Luckily, Gray is so tired out of his mind that this time he actually doesn’t suspect a thing when he notices that the entire day is blocked off and in all honesty, he looks relieved when sees it. Cue Gigi calling and telling him to meet her at a “café” because she’s “lost” and needs someone to pick her up because who better than her big brother of course? Gray dutifully heads off to the garage in a rush because he’s worried for his baby sister TM and he’s sitting in the closest car, already typing in the address, however, Xander luckily also took care of that. He hacked his brother’s phone to also make the location of the spa hidden and appear as the café instead.

Fast forward to Gray on the road and Nash is trailing him in his truck to make sure he actually gets there safely (despite this NOT being a good thing at all [PSA: don’t do this kids, stay safe out there and drive only when you are well rested or take a nap on the road if you can when you get to a rest stop ASAP] ) but Gray is still (somehow) highly functional even at his most dysfunctional. (Take note, even Grayson Hawthorne makes dumb decisions, sometimes even dumber than Jameson, just another reminder that he’s human like the rest of us, hence Nash as damage control.) Anyways, he’s going a bit over the speed limit but he’s worried and his big brother instincts are activated that by the time he parks, he’s flying out the car, not even glancing up to see the sign with the establishment’s name. As soon as he enters the lobby, he’s looking around crazily for Gigi and he finds her waving at him. Up to this point, Grayson still hasn’t picked up on the fact he’s not at a cafe and he only has tunnel vision on his little sister before he’s grabbing her in a hug, asking if she’s okay and if something happened. Gigi reassures him and once he pulls away, only then does he finally start realizing something about this place isn’t right but just as he’s about to make a comment, the receptionist is calling his name and telling him to follow her.

He’s surprised and then looks at Gigi who has a wide smile on her face, not even trying to look innocent as she turns him and pushes him forward to follow the receptionist. Grayson is too stunned to say anything and just lets her do her thing, walking behind him as they head down the hall to a room. When they stop, the woman is holding a robe, handing it to him and telling him to get changed. At first he tries protesting but he’s so dumbfounded that he just does as told. He tells Gigi that this is ridiculous but she just tells she’s not moving from the spot until she sees him in the spa room and he gives in, mad that he was tricked but accepting his fate. Emerging from the darkn change room, he walks into the spa room and Gigi grabs his arm, leading him to a nearby chair and shoving him into it. He asks what he’s going to be subjected to and she replies with “jUsT a FEw tHiNgS” when it’s actually the best package available!

Grayson is given the whole spectrum; facial, massage (deep tissue), sauna, whirlpool and jet bath, salt scrub, cryotherapy, scalp massage, etc. He ends up admitting to himself that this was very much needed and secretly enjoys every bit of it. Halfway through his facial, Savannah joins him, sitting down for a mani-pedi; he is very surprised she’s there and she tells him that he’s not the only one who had to deal with a bunch of nonsense lately and after supervising the shenanigans of Xander and her sister, she deserves it. Gray immediately starts wondering how much he missed out on right under his nose but forgets as soon as sleep starts creeping in. He naps through the whole massage treatment and he gets a lunch break where he is joined by Nash and Gigi, revealing his older brother’s involvement and Gigi is just so happy that her plan is working that Gray finds it very difficult to be mad at her for orchestrating this whole thing.

By the end of the appointment, Grayson comes out refreshed, sore but in a good way (don’t you dare take that out of context because there is none), and actually rested from the nap he managed to get. Gigi meets him out front with biggest sh*t-eating grin on her face as she asks him how it was and he rolls his eyes but kisses her on the forehead and tells her it was great. Happy with that victory, she gets in the car, very satisfied with herself only for Grayson to tell her that she’s going to help him with the rest of the work he had for the week by the time they get back to the House. Of course, she’s not very happy to hear that and he lets her think it’s his form of revenge but actually it’s just him wanting to spend more time with her in his own brotherly way.

#grayson davenport hawthorne #grayson hawthorne #juliet grayson #gigi #savannah grayson #xander blackwood hawthorne #xander hawthorne #nash westbrook hawthorne #nash hawthorne #hawthorne brothers #grayson's sisters #hawthorne shenanigans #hawthorne headcanons #the inheritance games #the brothers hawthorne #tig #tbh

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Rivulets of Red is an upcoming 18+ Dark Fantasy/Romance IF that may not be suitable to some readers. As it has dark themes— such as references to possession, torture, death, and war— and depictions of sexual themes, profanity, alcohol consumption, and drug abuse.

You were a simple stablehand before The Great War started. Nothing more than a blip on the radar to most— less than a speck of dirt on the bottom of well worn boots to others— but that didn’t stop you from dreaming of what could be. You just never expected how much you’d wish to go back to the life of anonymity; before the fame, before the war, before the nightmares.

Blood now stained your hands a dark crimson; forever there no matter how much you may scrub them clean. The memories of glassy eyes forever ingrained into your mind.

Coming back home, to your homeland, after such a change would be hard. Adjusting to the past and present meeting once more even more so. All you could hope was that everything would become easier in time.

Until you hear a dark whisper within your mind.

Baseline Synopsis: You’re one of the few survivors of The Great War when in regards to the Front Line. Returning home to your country, Elyria, is something you’ve wanted for quite some time, but it’s much harder to acclimate than you had believed it would be. Coupled with the growing knowledge that you were returning wrong…It’ll certainly be a joyous homecoming. Will you be able to figure out what’s wrong with you before it’s too late?

Features:

Customizable: Name, gender (male, female, or non-binary), and appearance.

Was your MC a warrior? In ranged combat? In melee? Or were they a medic? You decide.

Romance 1 of 3 options.

Figure out who, or what, the voice in your head is and what it wants with you.

DEMO LINK (TBA)

Revan (M/F/NB) — The Heir

They’re ruthless to all the people that dare oppose Elyria. With a stoic mask that no one could ever hope to read, a tendency to cut deeper than any blade with their words alone, and a propensity for bloodshed; Revan was exactly the Heir their father— King Tylan— had wanted for Elyria.

Of course, Revan was also the only person to ever treat you like an actual human within the castle. Even when you had been warned to stay away from the unstoppable force that was the Crown Heir, you couldn’t help but be caught in the brilliant light that was their spirit.

They are tall (6’5”/1.95 m) with dark black hair, signature of the Raven House, with ice green eyes. Pale skin offset by the dark clothing that adorns their muscular physique. Revan is 28.

Seren (M/F/NB) — The Warrior

A survivor like yourself, but the haunted look in their eyes tell any that look upon them that they had been in the domain of Hell for much longer than you. Seren isn’t a person you’d normally be close with, but you can’t say that you mind having them by your side. Loyal to a fault, without rhyme or reason, Seren would gladly take an arrow for you without thinking twice.

You’re not sure if you’ll ever learn why Seren had been conscripted into the Army, but all you do know is that it probably has something to do with the scars that littered their body.

They are of medium height (5’8”/1.72 m) with dark bronze skin and shimmering hazel eyes. Auburn hair falls around their face in a mess of curls— usually pulled back— and their deceptively strong body is hidden behind simple tunics. Seren is 26.

Auryn (M/F/NB) — The Old Flame

If things had been different— if you hadn’t left when and how you did— you would probably be married to the gentle soul that was the Spy Master’s child. Auryn had been in your life ever since you both were children; after they had stumbled into the stable looking for a quiet place to read.

It seems the years, while being kind in terms of their elegance and beauty, have caused them to close off the world of wonder they used to speak of. A guarded, almost jaded, look etched within their gaze.

They are tall (5’11”/1.8 m) with olive toned skin and sapphire blue eyes. Honey blonde hair is lighter than you remember, but just as beautiful. Their lithe form hidden behind various cloaks and robes. Auryn is 27.

#rivulets of red #concept idea #no demo #interactive fiction #interactive novel #high fantasy #dark fantasy #romance

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yourlovermori · 2 years

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@sailewhoremoon THOUGHTS?

avatar!sero who more than doubles you in size with beautiful azure iridescencent skin — his body lean and slender, but strong with elongated limbs and a narrow waist. his hair’s abnormally short compared to other navis but frames his face perfectly. always smiling so easily throwing you his signature a lazy grin — pearly fangs on display. he’s encapsulated you with his sweet smiles and with the way that he is — warm and charming but also having his quirks, sometimes clumsy and even awkward — all of these parts of him makes up something you know as human.

but you’re reminded that he’s far from that in the way he’s dragging his teeth along your skin that’s so much more delicate and softer in comparison to his — marking you up and hand swallowing your waist. it’s almost animalistic the way he moves — trying so hard to be gentle — guiding you to mount him. the skin that hides parts of himself that you’ve yet to see — pulling back to reveal his large shaft — so pretty especially with the way the bioluminescent light hits it. globs of pre dribbling down the tip — more than certain that even a drop of it would flood your throat and fill you past the brim.

you’re even more sure that you won’t be able to take him — he’ll rip you in half without even trying —but the way he’s whispering sweet nothings to you makes you’re mind go hazy. and you’re babbling against him as he lowers you down, tip nudging your small hole that pales in comparison to his bulbous tip — slicking your cunt up and rocking you back and forth against it. you’re clutching onto him — fingers digging into the skin of his back and moaning against his sensitive ears that flicker at your high-pitched sounds — poor cunt struggling to open up for him.

and it isn’t till he has a little less than half of himself enveloped in your heat that he starts dragging your warm walls along on his length. it feels like the air ‘s been knocked out of your lungs as he moves you — mouth falling agape as his hands encircle your hips, thumbs meeting at your navel — tugging you up n plunging you back down to message his tip using you as what you know as a fleshlight up til he cums.

it spills out of you as more of it is pumped in and even though you’re as good as gone the little bit of awareness you have left has your eyes laying on him — mesmerized by how pretty he looks when he reaches his high, tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ear — making him shudder at the contact and giving you a small smile you don’t hesitate to mirror back.

#i look to her for approval shes the light of my life #im not even gonna lie this was SOMETHING to write good? bad? does it really matter?? 😩#sero x black!reader #sero x reader #sero smut #sero drabble #sero imagine #bnha smut #bnha drabble #mha smut #mha drabble #avatar smut #lmao #avatar!sero

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Into the Rush - Part One | KSJ

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

Genre: angst, fluff, smut, crack, Best Friend's Brother!AU, Dodgeball!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, drinking, mentions of feeling rejected and unlovable, a little angsty but you know me, pansexual!Taehyung in the house, side VMin, Wooga Squad alert, Himbo NamKook alert, dance leader Hobi is reimagined here as a dodgeball team captain, implied sex, the smut is to come (heh) in part two

Word Count: 7.3K for part one; total wc tbd

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: When your best friend Taehyung tells you he has the perfect thing to help you get over a broken heart, you’re surprised to learn he means dodgeball, the beloved game of sociopathic gym teachers everywhere. But even more surprising is the way you find comfort in the game, and so much more, as you fall into the rush with the help of another teammate - his brother, Seokjin.

A/N: Happy belated birthday, Jin! This was written as part of the Catch of the Century collab, hosted by MVPs @raplinesmoon @joheunsaram and @kithtaehyung!

Sooooo this underwent a few rewrites and then my life blew up as the December deadline got closer and then I decided to do Kinkmas because I'm just a gal who can't say no. I knew I could either rush to get this done, be upset at how shoddily written it is, and then hate myself for putting out something I wasn't proud of just to meet the deadline, orrrrr I could be kind to myself and recognize that I am a human and not a machine and sometimes despite my best efforts I fall short, and release it as a two-parter. Et voilà! Here is part one.

Unbeta'd as usual.

Please don't be a silent reader 🥺 I'd love to know what you think! 💕

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“Dodgeball. You want to play dodgeball?”

You stare at your roommate incredulously. Taehyung nods.

“Dodgeball. The kids game? The beloved sport of sociopathic PE teachers everywhere? That dodgeball?”

He can’t be serious. Neither you nor he are the athletic type. But from the solemn look on his face as you continue to sputter in surprise, you know he’s not joking. Taehyung is many things - an artist, a daydreamer, the kindest soul you’ve ever met and your best friend of five years and counting - but he’s not a liar.

Still, when he’d walked into your room five minutes ago, yanked back the curtains to let the late-morning light in, and told you to get up because he had an idea, you’d assumed he’d wanted you to go with him down to the coffee shop on the corner so he could covertly admire his latest crush, the cute barista with the pink hair. Dodgeball was nowhere near the possibilities your mind conjured up.

Taehyung sighs. “Yes. Dodgeball. There’s an adult league that plays at the rec center on Saturdays and I want to join. And I want you to join, too.” He flops down on your bed, nudging you over so he can lie next to you, ignoring your grumbles as you make room. “I think it would be good for you to get out a little. Get some fresh air.”

“I have plenty of fresh air,” you inform him, gesturing to your bedroom window, which is currently cracked about an inch. It might be spring, but the chill that clings in the air still feels like winter.

“Uh-huh. Sure you do. But out of curiosity, when’s the last time you actually left the apartment, besides for work?”

“Um.” He’s got you there. Casting your mind back, you can’t even remember the last time you left the safety of your home to do anything other than clock in at the bartending job where you both work. “Does going to the mailbox count?”

It doesn’t, and he doesn’t even need to respond, just gives you his signature exasperated look, but the warmth in his brown eyes shimmers just beneath as always. “Pumpkin,” he begins, using one of the many silly nicknames he loves to address you by, knowing how much you hate cutesy stuff like that, “you can’t hide in here forever.”

An instant rebuttal floats through your mind. You absolutely can hide in your room for the rest of your life, if you so choose. The internet brings the world to your fingertips. Everything can be delivered these days. Okay, true, you’ll still need to leave for work, but that’s only until you finish your novel and net yourself a publishing deal. Then you can quit your crappy bartending job, build yourself the perfect blanket nest, and become the hermit you were always meant to be.

Joining a dodgeball team doesn’t fit into that plan. It’s going to require you to go outside. Outside is dangerous.

Outside is where he is.

At the sharp pang that stabs your gut, you turn to your roommate with a grimace. “I don’t know. I’m not really a… sports…person - and neither are you, frankly. And it’s a team sport, which means others will be relying on you. You really think this is something you can commit to? I mean, remember the gym?”

Last year, the two of you had joined a gym together at his suggestion, which you both had visited a grand total of one time. He later confessed he’d only signed up because a hot customer at the bar had convinced him to after a long evening of flirting. That short-lived commitment ended the moment Taehyung arrived at the gym and discovered that the hot patron’s promise to give Tae a full-body workout was not, to Tae’s disappointment, a euphemism, but only a sales pitch.

Again, Taehyung doesn’t respond to your question. Instead, he uses the one weapon in his arsenal that destroys you every time the two of you argue over what to do.

With a tilt of his head, Taehyung flashes you his big sad puppy dog eyes.

You sigh. “Goddamn it. Fine. Fine. Let’s play dodgeball.”

Immediately, Taehyung’s countenance changes, a brilliant, boxy smile crossing his face as he grins at your caving. “Great! Sign-ups are actually this afternoon, sooooo… up and at ‘em, cupcake! Let’s get moving.” He jumps up, holding out his hands, and you begrudgingly let him pull you out of bed. “You’re definitely going to need a shower before we meet the other players.”

“Have I ever told you how annoying you are?” you mutter as you follow him down the hallway towards your tiny kitchen to brew some coffee, knowing you’ll need the caffeine if you’re going to be socializing with strangers this afternoon.

He beams again, tossing his dark bangs out of his eyes. “All the time.”

The rec center is only a few blocks from your apartment, but you’d never stepped foot inside before Taehyung drags you down there to sign up for the league. Still, there’s a familiar scent when you walk into the building, the smell of rubber mats and sweat mingling together, stirring up memories of PE classes from grade school. The flashbacks make you shudder.

Taehyung shakes you out of your memories as he steers you towards a folding table that’s been set up in the lobby. “Come on, we check in here.” A friendly woman in a purple tracksuit sitting at the table waves you over.

“Hiya! Are you team leaders or free agents?” She laughs at your blank stares. “Okay, I’ll take that to mean you’re not here to sign up an existing team, but you’re free agents in search of a team to join!”

“Oh, yeah, that’s us,” Taehyung nods sagely, as if he knew that.

“Great! If you’ll just fill out these forms…” she hands you both a sheet of paper, “I will process your fees, and then I can point you in the direction of some teams looking to add some new players!”

Forms? Fees? This is more complicated than you’d expected. You’d figured you’d just walk in and play, like joining a pick-up game of basketball or something similar that people who like sports might do. “So, um, how does this work?”

The smile never leaves her face as Ms. Purple Tracksuit explains that you’ll be joining a team for the next ten weeks to play against other teams in a tournament ending in a championship match between the two best teams. “And the fee covers your uniform!”

“A uniform?”

She leans forward, whispering conspiratorially. “Don’t get too excited. It’s just a t-shirt.”

After you hand in your form and make Taehyung pay your fee, Ms. Purple Tracksuit tells you to head into the main gymnasium, where the team leaders looking for new recruits are waiting. There’s another dose of déjà vu as you enter the room to find several clusters of players standing around, sizing you up as you walk in. It reminds you of being a kid, waiting on the sidelines while the other kids whisper to one another about who to pick.

“Uh, this is a little intense,” you whisper to Taehyung, clinging to his elbow as he blithely strolls between the groups. “I feel like I’m being judged.”

“Nah, this is a numbers thing,” he says. According to Ms. Purple Tracksuit, teams consist of six to ten players, so there’s a good chance you’ll be able to find a team together. If you’re picked at all, that is. “Whatever team needs two players will take us, I’m sure.”

Your roommate just wanders through life with a natural confidence that you’ve rarely seen in others. You suppose it makes sense, given how handsome and talented he is. Still irks you a bit.

“And what makes you say that?” You scan the room, taking in the other players. There are several others who wear similar expressions to your own, looking a little overwhelmed. It strangely gives you hope that you won’t be the only one here who doesn’t know what she’s doing.

And then there are those who look like they live, eat, and breathe dodgeball, like the two tall, muscle-bound gods to your left, both wearing a shirt that says “Rock the Balls.” Team leaders, you assume.

“Uh-huh, sure,” Taehyung replies distractedly, and you frown, following his gaze to see what caught his attention, since he’s clearly not listening, only to spy pink hair and a gorgeous smile that you recognize from your favorite coffee shop.

Grabbing his arm, you force your roommate to look at you as you hiss his name. “Taehyung. Tell me we’re not here because of that barista!”

“Hmm?” Tae’s starry-eyed expression is all the answer you need. Of course. Of course he dragged you here so he could flirt with his crush. How did you not see this coming? “What? Noooo, I told you, I want to play dodgeball! But isn’t it a nice coincidence that Jimin is here?”

“Right. Coincidence. You’re unbelievable.” With an exasperated sigh, you give him a push. “Well, go talk to your man. See if his team needs two new players.”

Taehyung doesn’t need telling twice, happily bouncing towards the barista. And now you’re alone in a gymnasium full of strangers, feeling left out again. As you slowly revolve in place, looking for somewhere to hide and wait for Taehyung to return, one of the muscle-bound gods approaches.

“Hey,” he says, giving you a little head nod. “You looking for a team?”

Technically, you suppose you are, but you should probably see if Taehyung will be dragging you on to Jimin’s team with him first. But as you glance at the god, with his wavy dark hair and silver lip ring nestled in the corner of a pair of rather pink lips, you’ve the urge to say yes. He and his buddy are mind-meltingly hot.

“I’m not sure. I’m here with a friend,” you finally respond. Super glad Taehyung forced you to shower today.

The god nods, eyes dragging over your frame. If you touched your cheeks right now, you’re pretty sure they’d be blazing hot under his gaze. “That’s cool. I’m Jungkook, by the way, and this is Namjoon.” He nods to the other god, whose lips quirk in a cool half-smile.

“Sup,” he rumbles, jerking his chin in your direction. He runs a hand through his short, dark hair, fingers scratching over the lines buzzed into the sides. “We run Rock the Balls. And we’re looking for two new members.”

“Actually, that’s gonna be three new members,” a familiar voice declares behind you. Your eyes widen before you spin to find yet another handsome man behind you. But this one you know well.

“Jin-ah!” Throwing your arms around his neck, you attack Seokjin with a hug, grinning as his squeaky laugh echoes through the gymnasium. It’s been nearly a year since you’ve seen Taehyung’s older brother, but he looks mostly the same - the same warm brown eyes surrounded by ever-deepening laugh lines, the same perfect cupid’s bow twitching as he smiles as you. The only difference is that his hair is a little shaggier now, a fluffy brown cloud that bounces when you finally release him.

“I could get used to a hello like that,” Seokjin grins.

“When did you get home?” you ask, vaguely aware that the gods have drifted away. “And what are you doing here?”

“Got in two days ago. I would’ve stopped by to see you and Tae-yah, but I needed to get my land legs back first.” Seokjin probably means that pretty literally, since he’s spent the last year on a research station in the middle of the ocean. As a marine biologist, he works at a local lab run by a federal agency, studying the effects of ocean pollution on various species of fish. Occasionally, he has to do field work, but this last round was his longest stint yet, taking him away from home for nearly twelve full months. “When I texted him this morning, he mentioned that he was joining a dodgeball team, and I… well, I had to check that out for myself.” You both laugh. “So I thought I’d surprise you.”

“You definitely did that!” you confirm. “I want to hear all about your research trip. Did you find anything interesting? Discover any new species?” You lean in excitedly. “Did you finally find some mermaids??”

Seokjin tuts. “Aish, how many times do I have to tell you, I’m not a deep sea diver, I’m just a guy pulling water samples off a dock?”

“Yeah, whatever, Jin Cousteau.”

He rolls his eyes. “I was really hoping that that nickname would’ve died out in the last year.”

“Oh no, that one’s for life. And listen, you can downplay your job all you want, but I know the deal. You just can’t tell me anything because the government forces you to keep those secrets locked down. But I’ll get the truth out of you someday.”

“Oh?” Seokjin cocks an eyebrow. “And just how d-”

“Hyung!!”

“Oof!” Seokjin grunts as your roommate launches himself at his brother, tackling him in a bear hug. When the affectionate embrace becomes a wrestling match in the middle of the gym, you feel a presence at your side, and turn to find Jimin and another man watching the melee with a surprised look on their faces.

“Don’t worry,” you reassure them, “they’re always like this.”

“Uh, okay,” the barista chuckles. “Um, I wanted to introduce you to my friend, Hoseok. Hoseok-ah, this is YN, Taehyung-ah’s roommate.”

“Hey.” The other man grins a smile that can only be described as a beam of pure sunshine, and you wonder if this dodgeball league is for models only, because you’re basically surrounded by nothing but gorgeous people.

“Hi. Um, and that is Seokjin, Tae-yah’s brother,” you gesture to the skirmish.

“Mmmice to meet eww!” Seokjin’s response is a little muffled by Taehyung’s armpit, but he manages to wave.

“Hyung, why didn’t you tell me you were going to be here?” Taehyung whines.

“Anted oo urprise!” Seokjin finally untangles himself from his brother’s headlock. “Wanted to surprise you,” he says again, more clearly.

“We’re starting a new team, and we could use three players, if you’d all like to join us?” Hoseok asks.

“Are you sure you want this on your team?” you reply, gesturing to Taehyung and Seokjin.

“I think we can handle them,” Jimin grins, and Taehyung’s smile turns blinding. “Besides, we could use that energy on the court!”

“Yeah,” Hoseok agrees. “Also, we’re a brand new team, so we’re desperate!”

“That’s my favorite word.” Seokjin’s shoulders shake as he cracks himself up. “We’re in!”

Hoseok smiles. “Fantastic. Welcome to the Seven Slamurai!”

Once you’ve finished signing up for Hoseok’s team, you, Taehyung, and Seokjin decide to grab some dinner together. Another thing about Seokjin that hasn’t changed during his time away is his voracious appetite, so you take him to an all-you-can-eat bbq restaurant not far from the rec center.

As the soju starts flowing and the plates start piling up, Seokjin tells you about his year on the ocean. He starts out with a disclaimer, warning you that his research isn’t interesting, and he’s not entirely wrong. Most of it goes over your head, since it’s been years since you last took a biology course. But it’s not really what he’s talking about that keeps you focused on him, it’s how he talks about it that holds your attention. You’re fascinated by his passion for his work. His dedication to studying ocean life in order to preserve and protect it. It makes you wish you had a cause of your own to defend.

And then, of course, as the liquor catches up with him, he tells you all the gossip about the other crew members on his station - the hookups, the fights, all the little scandals that brought the drama to the high seas. Seokjin’s always been a good storyteller, knowing just what to say to keep you and Taehyung laughing.

“But what about you?” you ask when Seokjin pauses to stuff some pork belly in his face. “Did you have any flings with any of the other scientists? Hmmm? Dip your fishing rod in company waters?”

“Gross,” Taehyung mumbles around a mouthful of beef bulgogi.

Seokjin shakes his head. “Nah. I didn’t click with anyone there like that. Honestly, we spent so much time together each day that by the end of it, I was dying to get away from most of them, which was really hard to do since we were basically stranded together in the middle of nowhere! So I spent a lot of my downtime hiding in my bunk, reading old research papers that I found in the station’s library.”

“You read research papers for fun?” Taehyung looks horrified.

Downing another shot of soju, you lean towards Seokjin, licking the peach-flavored drops from your lips. “Come on. You’re telling me you went an entire year without hooking up with anyone? Not even a little making out?”

“Nope.” Seokjin pops the ‘p.’ At your incredulous look, he laughs, lifting his shoulders. “What? A year’s not that long! I made it just fine.”

“Yeah,” Taehyung agrees, “it’s not that long. Besides, he was probably jerking off nonstop.”

Soju flies out of Seokjin’s nose as you and Taehyung burst into raucous laughter. Seokjin scolds his brother, who argues back as he always does, telling the elder to loosen up, while you sit quietly, chin in hand, smiling to yourself as you watch the fireworks, realizing how nice it is to have Seokjin home again.

He and Taehyung are pretty much a package deal. You’d met Taehyung first during your senior year of college. At the time, Seokjin was finishing up his graduate program at the same school, and his plans to move out of his and Taehyung’s apartment upon graduation and roll right into some field work had Taehyung feeling like he was being left high and dry. You’d ended up becoming Taehyung’s new roommate that summer, and then it had turned out that Taehyung’s worries were all for naught, because Seokjin still spent most of his free time hanging out at his (now your) place, anyway.

You didn’t mind then and you don’t mind now. Seokjin’s a good balance to all of Taehyung’s extremes. Where Taehyung has his head in the clouds, Seokjin’s feet are firmly planted in the ground. Taehyung can be mercurial, even flaky sometimes, but Seokjin’s rock-steady. They’re not complete opposites in everything, though. Just like his brother, Seokjin has a big heart.

Once Seokjin runs out of steam, Taehyung shrugs. “I’m just saying, being with someone isn’t the only way to be satisfied. Just look at me. I’m single and I’m happy.”

He looks almost smug as he states this, and something inside you snaps. The last thing you want to hear from Taehyung is another speech about loving yourself. You’ve heard plenty of those over the last few weeks. You do love yourself.

You just wanted someone else to love you, too.

Pointing your chopsticks at him, you frown. “Oh, please don’t start! One, you were just dating a guy last month, so it’s not like you’ve gone an entire year without being with someone, and two, you literally just dragged me onto a freaking dodgeball team so you could start dating another! So I don’t want to hear any platitudes about embracing your singleness or anything like that.”

Taehyung is silent for a moment after your outburst. “Sorry,” he finally says, poking at the remains of the kimchi on his plate. “I wasn’t thinking.”

Seokjin’s gaze bounces between the two of you. “I feel like I’m missing something.”

Taehyung sees you nibbling on your bottom lip and he turns to his brother. “I can explain. Buttercup here-”

“Buttercup can speak for herself,” you interject, “and don’t call me that.” With a sigh, you slug back another shot of soju and look at Seokjin. He’s waiting patiently to hear what you have to say. “I was… kinda seeing someone a few months ago. And I thought that I had something with them, and it turned out that I was wrong. They didn’t feel the same way I did, so…” You trail off, not sure how to say ‘so I spent the last few months crying in my room over a broken heart.’

Luckily, Seokjin spares you this confession, nodding sympathetically. “I gotcha,” he says simply, and you nod back, stuffing some rice into your mouth so you don’t cry at the warmth in his expression.

“I don’t know why you’re being so cryptic about who it was,” Taehyung frowns. “She’s talking about Yoongi.”

Something passes over Seokjin’s face quickly, so fast you almost miss it as you smack your roommate on his arm. He yelps in shock.

“What? He was going to find out eventually, they’re best friends!”

You know this, but it doesn’t make you feel any better. Seokjin is actually the one who introduced the two of you, at the party he threw before he left for his research trip. You remember that night very clearly, can close your eyes and picture Yoongi standing there, with silver hair and silver hoops in his ears, dark cat eyes shimmering as Seokjin gave him your name, and you feel that same swoop in your stomach as you did then. Only now it comes with a painful twist of your heart as well.

Falling for Yoongi happened so quickly. You’d immediately bonded over a shared love of hip-hop and whisky, spending the party huddled together on the couch, snarking over Seokjin’s music collection and liquor selection, talking until the sun came up and Seokjin started throwing everyone out. As you left, you’d asked Seokjin for Yoongi’s number. But before you even entered it into your phone, a text appeared from Yoongi himself. He confessed he’d asked Seokjin for your number as well.

“I haven’t talked to Yoongi-yah in a while.” Seokjin glances at you. “You know how hard it was for me to keep in touch. There’s no cell phone reception in the middle of the ocean, and the internet seemed to come and go at will. At least I heard from you two occasionally, but I didn’t hear from Yoongs except on my birthday, and we didn’t… you didn’t come up.” He looks apologetic as he says those last words, and your heart pangs again.

“It’s okay, why would I have?” you snort. “Like I said, it turned out to be a big bunch of nothing between us.” Despite what you thought. What you felt.

A server appears at the table to drop off the bill, and you welcome the interruption, wanting to go home and crawl into the safety of your bed again, feeling like it was a mistake to leave in the first place. Taehyung and Seokjin fight over who is going to pay, with Taehyung winning, practically throwing his card at the server, but you’re too distracted by your thoughts to enjoy the scene.

Texting with Yoongi had turned into late night conversations. Going to concerts and bars to check out new musicians, doing whisky tastings and visiting distilleries. It felt like you were glued at the hip for a few months, and the more you got to know him, the harder you fell. Like the way you fell into his bed, over and over.

But nothing sticks out in your memory more than that last night, the last time you saw him, when you finally found the courage to tell him how you felt. You’ll never forget the sad look on his face. It told you everything you needed to know before he even spoke.

“Buttercup?” Taehyung’s voice pulls you from your reverie. “You ready to go?” He and Seokjin are staring at you, both on their feet already, waiting to leave.

With a nod, you rise, and follow them out into the night.

Despite the name, the Seven Slamurai consists of nine players. (When you asked why, Jimin rolled his eyes and said he’d tried to argue with Hoseok over the moniker, but Hoseok was insistent that the name stay true to his favorite movie.) In addition to Hoseok, Jimin, Seokjin, Taehyung, and yourself, there are four others at your first practice session on Monday night at the rec center - Wooshik, Sunghwan, Seojoon, and Hyungsik. You exchange a few quick greetings with your new teammates before Hoseok gestures for you all to sit on the bleachers.

“Welcome everyone to our first team practice!” Hoseok smiles, clapping, and you lightly clap along until you realize no one else is. “Before we do some warm-ups, I thought I’d take a minute to explain the rules of the game, for those of you who haven’t played before.”

He launches into an overview of the sport. Most of it is familiar from your school days, but there are a few things that are new, like something about a rush, and a neutral zone, and a burden ball? You glance around to see if anyone else looks confused. Most of the new guys wear bored expressions. It’s safe to assume they’re experienced players. To your left, Taehyung is whispering something to Jimin, completely ignoring Hoseok’s spiel.

At least Seokjin, on your right, seems slightly dazed by the long list of rules that Hoseok’s rattling off. Now that you think of it, you’ve never seen Seokjin in any athletic context. As far as you know, he doesn’t play any sports, just like you and Taehyung, and he’s not a gym rat. So you have no idea what to expect from him on the court. Maybe he’ll be just as awkward as you’re expecting to be.

“Any questions?” Hoseok finishes up. There’s a moment of silence from the group, and then he claps his hands. “Okay! Then let’s warm up a little.”

You move from the bleachers to a mat on the floor and Hoseok leads everyone through a series of stretches. It’s been a long time since you’ve done any, so you’re not surprised when your toes remain fully out of your reach. Jimin, on the other hand, has folded himself in half, forehead practically touching the ground as he holds on to both feet. Turning to Seokjin to make a comment, you’re surprised to find him in a similar position.

He catches you looking. “Yoga,” he explains with a wink.

“Damn. Maybe I should start,” you grunt, giving up.

“The games are played with teams of five, which means we’ll have four alternates for each match,” Hoseok explains once everyone’s limbered up. “For today, I’d like us to run through a practice game, four on each side. I’m going to stay out and watch, to help me get a feel for who might be a starter and who might be an alt.”

The group splits in half, with you, Taehyung, Seokjin, and Jimin on one side, and the rest on the other. Hoseok stands at one end of the line in the middle of the court, where six balls lie waiting.

“Okay, ready, set!” And with a sharp blast of the whistle hanging from his neck, Hoseok brings the game to a start.

Immediately, Jimin and Taehyung run forward towards the center line, reaching for a ball each, while the other team mirrors their actions, rushing forward. But you? You freeze in the scramble, hands automatically coming up to shield your head. And as the first balls fly towards your side, you scream.

And so does Seokjin.

“Shit!” you curse as one of the rubber balls bounces off your arm. That’s definitely going to leave a mark.

“Fuck!” Seokjin yelps as he’s smacked in the shoulder by another ball.

Tweet!

The action stops as Hoseok blows his whistle. His sunny smile is gone, replaced by an intense look, eyebrows furrowed, mouth turned down. It’s intimidating, especially since it’s aimed directly at you.

“That was… not bad,” he says slowly through gritted teeth, speaking as though the words hurt him. “But maybe this time, you two should try joining the opening rush? Remember, no one can throw a ball at you as long as you’re in the neutral zone, so you’ll have time to grab and get back out of the line of fire.”

He glances from you to Seokjin, who nods as you grin in embarrasment. Great, you’ve already been identified as a weak player. You were hoping you could at least pretend to know what you were doing for a little while. Fly under the radar.

Taehyung wraps an arm around your waist. “Come on, ladybug, it’s not that scary. You just gotta jump in. Don’t think, just go.”

You shake him off with a scoff. Easy for him to say. You saw the way he was running around the court a minute ago, taking to the chaos like a duck to water. Should’ve known he’d turn out to be a natural athlete on top of all his other annoyingly amazing traits.

The game restarts, and this time you make an attempt to run towards the center line, but still hesitate, flashbacks of being pelted with balls running through your brain. Why did you agree to this? You always hated dodgeball in school!

Seokjin, on the other hand, joins Jimin and Taehyung at the line, and scoops up a ball before dashing back to where you’re frozen. The balls start flying again, and once again you’re out before anyone else. After a few more minutes, Hoseok ends the play.

“That was better!” he nods. “But let’s try it again, and this time maybe you can make it all the way forward, huh, YN?” His tone is encouraging, but his smile seems strained.

As you shuffle back towards the end of the court, you nudge Jimin. “Is Hoseok okay? He looks a little stressed.”

Jimin shoots you a lopsided smile. “He’s trying not to be as… intense… as he usually gets. We got kicked off our last team because he went a little overboard with his, uh, enthusiasm during the practice matches.”

The whistle blows before you’re ready, and you decide to take Taehyung’s advice, so you bolt forward without thinking, snatch up a ball, and then back away, not wanting to turn your back to the men behind you. In doing so, you catch Wooshik’s eye, and he grins coldly, winding up.

“Shit!” you yell, jumping out of the way in time. Taehyung dives in to catch it, sending Wooshik out of the game. But you’re not safe, as Seojoon takes aim next. Seokjin is next to you, trying to decide where to throw the ball in his hand, so you duck behind him, mimicking his movements. Eventually, he realizes he has a shadow.

“Are you using me as a human shield?” He bobs to the left. You follow.

“It’s not my fault you’re so broad!”

Seokjin honks a noisy mix of delighted laughter and insulted exclamation. Seojoon tires of waiting for you to emerge from behind Seokjin, so he pitches the ball forward, a low toss heading for Seokjin’s legs. Seokjin bends gracefully to catch the difficult throw, taking Seojoon out of the game, and as Seokjin doubles over, you snap the ball in your hands towards Hyungsik, hitting him directly in the side. Another ball rolls towards your feet, so you scoop it up and nail Sunghwan dead center of his chest.

And with that triple play, your side wins, with all four players still in.

There’s no whistle to end the game, as Hoseok’s mouth falls open, gawking wide-eyed at you. “She’s a sniper,” he whispers in an awed voice. Everyone turns to stare at you.

“What?” you ask, looking around. “What did I do now?”

According to Jimin, it’s tradition for the dodgeball teams to go out for drinks after practices and matches, so after hitting the locker room, the nine of you meet up at the Pied Piper, a quiet bar around the corner from the rec center. Thank god Taehyung convinced you to bring a change of clothes. You’d foolishly assumed you wouldn’t break a sweat, but you sure as fuck had.

Since the rec center isn’t that big, the practice schedules are staggered out, with only two other teams meeting on Wednesday nights - the Dodging Divas and Rock the Balls. By the time your team arrives at the bar, the others have already claimed most of the tables. As Taehyung and the others push the remaining tables together, Hoseok, Seokjin, and you sidle up to the bar to start ordering drinks.

Once the bartender drifts away to start pulling drafts, Hoseok turns to you with a bright smile. “Congrats, the two of you are definitely going to be starters.”

To say you’re surprised would be an understatement.

“Me? Really?” you squeak, glancing at Seokjin, who also appears dumbfounded. “Why?”

Hoseok leans against the bartop. “Look, I’ve been playing this game for long enough to know a strong arm when I see it,” he declares solemnly, tapping your bicep with two fingers. “I think with my help, you could be one of the best snipers out there. As for you,” he nods at Seokjin, “I think your flexibility is going to come in handy, like it does for Jimin. Also, I saw the way you two were working together on the court. If we can hone your skills, you’ll be an unstoppable duo for sure.” He grins. “The rest of the league won’t know what hit them, when the Seven Slamurai come through.”

The bartender returns with the first three beers of your order, and Hoseok carries them away with another nod, leaving you and Seokjin staring at each other in silence.

Then you both burst into laughter.

“Is he for real?” Seokjin asks, eyebrows raised. The bartender sets more glasses in front of you, and he grabs one, taking a long sip.

“I think so. I got the idea from Jimin that dodgeball means a lot to him, but wow. What he said is absolutely ridiculous, and yet… I do feel oddly inspired.”

“I know what you mean.” Seokjin grins. “Should we correct him, though?”

“About what?”

“Us working as a team. We weren’t working together so much as you were hiding behind me.”

His grin turns teasing, and a retort builds itself on your tongue. But before you can fire it off, a figure at the other end of the bar catches your eye. One of the Rock the Balls gods. Namjoon, maybe? He nods at you, dimple popping as his lips curl into a slight smirk. You blink, then raise one of the glasses of beer in his direction.

Seokjin follows your gaze. “Friend of yours?”

“Not really. One of the other teams’ leaders. We met at the sign up.”

Seokjin hums, giving Namjoon a second look. He taps the bartop while you help yourself to one of the pints. “Hey, so what you were talking about at dinner the other night… about Yoongi? I just wanted to say I’m sorry.”

You should’ve known the subject would come back up. With a little shrug, you attempt a grin, but only succeed in a grimace. “You don’t have anything to apologize for.”

“I know. But I’ve also been where you are, having feelings for someone that go unreciprocated, so… I’m sorry. I know it hurts.” He pauses, gaze locked on the glass in his hand. “For what it’s worth, I think he’s a total idiot.”

“I’m not going to argue there,” you quip, letting out an airy laugh. "But I'm the one who imagined the whole thing, so really, I'm not any smarter."

He looks at you then, a sober expression on his face. “I mean it. He’s the idiot. Not you. So just - just don’t let his stupidity have any bearing on how you might think about yourself, okay?”

You blink, wondering if you’ve suddenly gone completely transparent, because he’s seeing right through you. How are you not supposed to take Yoongi’s rejection as proof that you’re unlovable? If you were lovable, then wouldn’t he love you?

“I… okay.” Nodding, you reach for the glasses that have been sitting in front of you for a few minutes. “Um. We should probably get these to the rest of the team before they get antsy.”

Taehyung pats the seat next to him when you return to the group, and Seokjin takes the empty seat on your other side. “Hoseok just told us the good news,” he informs you, happily grabbing one of the beers in your hand.

“What, that Jinnie and I are gonna be starters?”

“That we are gonna be starters! You, me, hyung, Jimin-ah, and Hoseok-ssi.” Taehyung beams brightly as Jimin leans across him at the mention of his name. “He said we’ll work on our teamwork next practice, so we’re ready for our first match next weekend!”

“Oh! Well, damn, look at us go!” You lift your glass and everyone else does the same. “Cheers!”

“To teamwork!” Seokjin adds, eyes crinkling as he clinks his glass against yours. You grin back before taking a big sip. Maybe you’ll survive this season after all.

You’re not going to survive this season.

“Come on! Faster!”

A shrill whistle blast sounds as you hit the wall, spinning around before running back towards the center line. It’s Thursday night, so you’re at practice again. Your team has been running drills for only ten minutes now, but you’re pretty sure you’re going to die, panting terribly as your toe hits the crosses the line.

“Pick it up!” Hoseok yells as you spin again, heading back for the end of the court. As your fingertips reach the wall, he blows the whistle again, and you flatten your palms, pressing your forehead against the cold cement.

“I did not sign up for this,” Seokjin huffs next to you. “I signed up to dodge balls. This is not dodging balls!”

“Are you two okay?” Taehyung is neither panting nor huffing as he eyes you both with concern.

“How are you not dying like us?! You don’t work out!” Yelling takes up too much of your oxygen, and you sink to the ground, legs folding underneath you.

Taehyung shrugs. “It was only a few running drills. Nothing to get worked up over.”

Unable to respond, you settle for giving him the evil eye. You jump as Hoseok’s whistle sounds again.

“If he doesn’t stop it with that thing, I’m gonna make him eat it,” you mutter under your breath. Seokjin’s shoulders shake with silent laughter as he reaches out a hand to pull you to your feet.

Hoseok’s inner drill instructor doesn’t take a break when the practice game starts, alternates on one side, starters on the other. Somehow, he manages to run, catch, throw, and yell instructions the entire time, like a demented multihyphenate. It would be impressive if it weren’t irritating.

You play a total of three rounds against the alternates. The first round is awkward, filled mostly with Hoseok’s manic shouting. At one point, he tells you to cover the right and Taehyung to flank the left, and as the two of you run to switch sides, you run smack into each other. The alternates win.

In the second round, things go better. There are no collisions, but there’s also not much cohesion, either. You try to repeat last practice’s winning move, ducking behind Seokjin, but he’s too unpredictable, jumping all over the place to try to catch throws, and you’re not able to keep from getting hit. Your team loses again.

When the whistle signals the end of the round, you head for the bleachers, where you’ve stashed a bottle of water and a towel, having realized last practice that both items were desperately needed. The rest of your team follows.

“Well, this isn’t working,” Hoseok sighs, fanning himself with his shirt. “They’re kicking our asses.”

“Maybe - and just hear me out - yelling isn’t the way to motivate us?” Jimin suggests, tossing his sweat-soaked hair out of his face. You can practically see little hearts dancing in Taehyung’s eyes as he watches the motion.

Hoseok’s head twists towards his friend, but instead of swearing at him like you expect, he just stares. “I’m. I’m doing it again, aren’t I?”

Jimin claps him lightly on the shoulder. “Yep.”

Hoseok stares for a few more seconds, and you’re on the verge of asking if he’s okay when he finally speaks. “Okay, new plan. Let’s just go out there and, ugh, have fun, okay?” His smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes as he leads Jimin and Taehyung back out onto the court.

Seokjin leans over. “If we lose, ten bucks says he snaps and eats that whistle himself.”

You laugh, gently pushing Seokjin back onto the court.

“Hey. Should we try that shield thing again?”

“Yeah,” you nod. “I mean, I was trying last round, but you were kinda all over the place.”

“I’ll try to be more obvious with my moves. Or I guess you can guide me? Just tell me which way to go.”

You nod, and then you’re off, running for the center line as the round starts. Without Hoseok barking orders at the group, there’s a definite shift in the atmosphere. As you stoop to sweep up a ball, quickly diving behind Seokjin’s tall frame, scoping out your next target, it hits you - not a ball, but a thought.

You’re having fun.

Grinning wildly, you hiss “Left!” Seokjin immediately darts left, and you line up behind him, ready and waiting. A throw from the other team goes high, and Seokjin leaps towards it, snagging the ball out of the air. As soon as you peek out from around his side, you hit Wooshik, ball bouncing off his thigh with a satisfyingly loud “thock!”

“Yes!” Seokjin throws his hand out for a high five. You slap it quickly, ducking another toss. On your other side, Hoseok and Jimin make tandem catches, and the match ends with your team victorious.

“That was so much better! I really feel like we’re an actual team now,” Hoseok beams, looking genuinely happy again. “One more week of practice and then it’s match time!”

The others drift towards the locker rooms as Seokjin nudges you with his hip. “Did that work better for you this time?”

“Yeah, it did. I guess that’s how it should always work, huh - me giving you orders and you following them blindly?” You wrap your towel around your neck, flashing him a cheeky grin.

Seokjin laughs, running his hand through his fluffy hair, which has gotten curly in the humidity from the game. Rather than spout off a snarky retort, he tugs on the ends of your towel, pulling you towards him. His deep brown eyes trail over your face, landing on your mouth, before his gaze snaps back to yours.

“That works for me,” he murmurs, soft smile playing on his plush lips. “Just say the word and I’ll follow.”

And then he walks away.

You stare at the locker room doorway that he disappears into for a good minute after he’s gone, mind racing. That’s not the first time the two of you have been that close - both Seokjin and his brother are very cuddly people, and you’ve always been comfortable with showing them affection in the form of warm hugs or snuggles on the couch.

But whatever just happened was not that. The moment between you felt charged. Full of something like… possibility.

With a sigh, you shake off the confusing thoughts and gather your things to head for the locker room, desperately needing a shower. And a drink.

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onskepa · 9 months

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Trudy the flying rogue.

Hello everyone! So I received two requests about trudy, they both had similar ideas so I thought I would combine them both!

Requester A: Friendship hcs with Trudy plz?

Requester B: Hey there, could you do a Trudy lives au? Maybe a few headcannons on how she was appreciated and respected for her flight skills? Like irkran flyers are all "Damm that humans crazy but she can fly that human machine just as good as us". Truly needs more love!!

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So this will be headcanon about our beloved, gone too soon, baddy piolet! Enjoy!

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After the war, Trudy lived by surviving an explosion that could have killed anyone inside. Yet, trudy, lived. Thus giving her a second chance in life.

Trudy has proven how far her loyalty goes and where her morals lie.

She is the "ride or die" type.

So when either human or na'vi first meet her, trudy is chill, nonchalant, straight to the point and cut throat.

If you are friends with her, she will definitely eat your snacks. So hide them well. Even though she will fine them at the end.

Will say "I respect your boundaries" as she naps on your bed and uses your clothes.

Holds high respect for the na'vi people. And the na'vi people in return respect her.

So whenever she is in the village, many greet her, and it would mostly be the warriors who would like to take a fllght with her.

While trudy dearly misses her rougue one ship, many other ships were left behind and so like a girl with her closet, trudy has plenty of ships to chose from. So her new ship, she names it "fallen order".

Would love to fly with her fellow na'vi friends. Do risky moves and would even practice with the warriors on combat training.

Likes to be in physical shape so she would accompany the warriors in hunting or show them a thing or two in martial combat.

Like how tsu'tey is often referred to as "the mighty warrior" she too was named "the mighty human". Or similar names to that.

More often than not, the children would ask if they could ride with her. And she would of course take them in her ship and fly around a little.

Same with the adults.

During communal dinner, trudy would always be there with something to offer. Give her part to the people. Be it small or big, her contribution is never ignored.

And there would always be a group of na'vi that wants to sit with her. Would gently guide her to the circle and begin to chat.

What topics would be told? Many things, Trudy has a good sense of humor and would cleverly combine human jokes with na'vi jokes,

Definitely likes to brag about her ship or loves to talk about the ikrans she has come to love.

Trudy can NEVER get enough of the native foods. Any her new found friends, or their mates, would be happy to show her how to cook and prepare certain foods.

One of her favorites is fresh teylu's as it gives her a boost in the mornings. Her new "coffee". Was weirded out at first but got over it real quick.

Another thing is trudy is VERY confident in her body and would mix human clothing with na'vi clothing. Say she would wear pants or shorts and a woven top.

Would style her hair in either one long braid or in her signature pony tail with beads and flowers woven in her hair.

Whenever a na'vi friend or child would give her something, damn know she will wear it with pride. New top? Bye bye bra. Hair tie? Exposes her good looks. Choker? Will hold her head high for everyone to see.

No gift is left to be forgotten.

Would learn to speak na'vi at some point. Though her accent is heavy, she is understood.

the people would teach her how to speak more fluently and gets better each time.

Not afraid to try to new things. So when one of the warriors asked if she would like to tide an ikran. She basically screamed YES.

Was the best ride of her life. The wind blowing against her face. The adrenaline running through her veins, the feel of the ikran. Screaming at the top of her lungs in enjoyment. Definitely welcomed to ask for another ride.

Should there be trouble near by, trudy would try to dissuade it.

Trudy is a fighter, but also a lover, wont do anything unless is it needed. That would be her last option.

Always carries a form of weapon on her. But never guns as means to respect Eywa's rule.

And speaking of eywa. Trudy learns plenty of the great mother. While trudy isn't one to be religious, she understands the na'vi and believing in eywa.

Should someone disrespect Eywa, trudy would SHUT THEM DOWN.

If there is someone in trouble, be it in any form, she is there for support. Wouldnt leave anyone behind no matter what. That is how loyal she is.

Values her friends, herself, and the planet which has become her new forever home.

Pandora itself is something she is willing to die for over and over. A precious planet too pure to be ruined.

Loves her life and makes the fullest be it with her new found friends, the environment, the people, or the whole planet in general. She wont die until she knows those she loves are safe.

And you can bet your ass that even in the afterlight, she will watch over her loved ones.

And that is it for this one! Hope I did trudy justice on this! tell me what y'all think! until next time! see ya!

#avatar #avatar the way of water #na'vi x reader #na'vi avatar #avatar 2 #na'vi x human #lo'ak #kiri #jake sully #rda #avatar rda #trudy shacon #neyetam #neytiri #headcanon

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tanglepelt · 9 months

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Acts Unmasked -2

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JL meets and the truth of the situation revealed

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As he led the two to their temporary quarters. Bruce couldn’t help but notice the constant lack of attention from Daniel. He was going to guess it was him dissociating, which was problematic. He noticed the look of awe on Danny’s face. The way he focused in on any passing windows. He was positive this was just more than fanboying over space. Even with how Danielle was reacting to the situation. Rolling her eyes when he muttered something about space. Even smacking him upside the head. The best bet would be to get the two situated quickly. It had to have been a rough few hours on these two.

Given the intense reaction to space, he’d have to ensure when Danny joined the conversation there were no open windows. Perhaps that would help him keep focus.

Martian Manhunter had looked very unamused and frustrated when he arrived with the two. Both Danny and him has seemed to focus on one another. Up until when Danny put a hand up to his head. They should probably get that checked out.

He had to practically shove the two children out of the room when John made his appearance. Just gaping at the duo. Not a good sign to say, however, he hoped that meant he had some insight into the situation. A confirmation of their positions or anything else.

He really could have done without the immediate confrontation upon returning to the main entry room on his way to the conference room. John could have waited until all eyes and ears were present.

“Please tell me we did not bloody touch royalty of the infinite realms. It was bad enough with just ecto beings. Some of those belong in this bloody realm. Those are the ones we thought we were dealing with. Low on the food chain. But the royalty, they bloody stay in the infinite realm. Ectoplasmic beings from there could and would just destroy everyone. How in the world have we not been attacked? You Americans just must fight anything that moves.”

At least the very least John had waited until both Danny and Danielle were in a room to confront him about the situation.

“You can tell?”

“Enough. The girl is bloody saturated with the king’s essence, not like his frickin soldiers but with the same signature. She must be family to the king. Too weak to be anything else, even factoring in the fact she's part human. That just don’t track. A human with ectoplasm powers didn’t end well, that a human with a core. Never seen that before.”

A grunt of acceptance “Get anything from the boy.”

“Can’t feel a core, been near the actual king. It’s not emitting from him, but I can certainly feel the king’s aura. Liminal at minimum as well.”

“Claims to be an ambassador?”

“They don’t bloody have those. It’s more of a you f around they wipe ya out. The last king took to bloody turning dimensions into enthralled victims. Left the heel hole with a warning for humans not to come to the realm.”

“Not a single soul spared according to the yeti. New king did away with all that. Freed all the enthralled according to Deadman. Bunch of dimensions let go of his hold, those actually faded away. Who knows what he’s done? The very few begin who would know are tight-lipped about this new king” John gave him a pointed look. As if it would do anything. “What was bloody done to her, how screwed are we.”

“Conference room.” With that, he just kept walking to the conference room. Unlike John, he wasn’t going to repeat himself.

They needed to get started on the four non-negotiable items. It would be best to get that rolling and at least make some headway. Danny would have to join them at some point, likely in a secondary meeting. Unfortunate effects of being a so-called ambassador.

Wonder Woman would have to talk to her connections in the UN. Not only will they get the anti-ecto acts revoked in the US and ensure guaranteed protections for this species. It would be in the best interest of the universe. They would also need to figure out how the contact was engaging. If their dimensional and time travel has taught them anything a device had to be powering the connection. It does not often contact with a secondary dimension that was stable all on its own.

The trace amount of the mystery radioactive substance in Amity’s general airways could be a sign of it in that area. Given the reports of these beings overflowing Amity Park, it was the likely area it happened. Danny mentioned an ecto filter. Was something filtering out or in this ectoplasm?

Much to get started on. Four key aspects are to be met.

What else could the realm ask for? Danny said he’d have to contact the council. Hopefully, it won’t be bad news. Cass was positive he could do what he said. Guarantee he wouldn’t end the dimension if the four points were met. The thought that a 15-year kid had the power to determine the fate of an entire dimension was concerning. They’d have to investigate his character, even if it was just to assure himself, they weren’t one bad day from being destroyed.

A full background of his entire family would be run and friends to be on the safe side for that matter.

His sister, she was easy enough to get a history for. Oracle already sent that information over as Red Robin and Black Bat were out hunting her down. Currently, she was attending Gotham U. Mandatory year on campus dorms for out-of-state students and according to Red Robin an apartment in the narrows. One with Danny’s name on it as well.

Danny had mentioned emancipation early. Having separate housing was a requirement. He had the feeling Danny didn’t want to stick around his parents for much longer than just today.

For now, that two-bedroom apartment. He’s sure it was a makeshift safe house. A place for worst-case scenarios. While Black Bat kept looking for Jasmine, Red Robin had done a thorough search of the apartment. See if there was anything of interest. Long lasting food, emergency supplies, but not particularly looking lived in. Apparently, it was otherwise empty. There were passports and IDs hidden away. None with the last name Fenton. They were ready to ditch the town at the very least.

If they pushed Jasmine to gain custody of the two, which did fall in line with the demand, they would at least stay in an area with a league member. Jasmine and Danny seemed to be the only ones with an actual traceable identity. Both with birth certificates and school records. The third and supposedly youngest sibling Danielle Fenton just did not exist at all. The yeti, Frostbite did say forged in ectoplasm. Was she a manufactured member or could this be a worse situation?

They had to ensure eyes on this group of siblings. Allowing Danny to be emancipated means he would have the legal right just to leave and do whatever he pleased. That just wouldn’t work. Tying him and the youngest to their oldest sister they would at least give them this school year. The school was already past its refund state, and leaving didn’t seem likely. That time would be a good way to try and get at least one of his children to gain trust with any of the Fenton children.

Build up a connection. The more in this dimension they cared about the better.

His being in custody would also ensure a better life. One with people who would care for him.

It had only been an hour since Black Bat sent a text in the group chat. They were already taking bets on how long it would take for him to “call the guy”. That wouldn’t happen here. Jasmine was an adult, and she would have custody of the two by the end of the day.

Black Bat should be focusing on finding Jasmine, rather than discussing his personal habits.

He is sure the others would agree.

Normally he would be the last to arrive and emerge from the shadows. Always best to check the league's situational awareness. John’s badgering, while understandable, would not allow his normal slipping into the conference room.

No time like the present to get this started.

Around the table already waiting for the meeting to commence was Superman, Zatanna, Wonder Woman, Martian Manhunter, Aqua Man, and the green lanterns. Yet again the flash was running late.

“We're in the bloody room. What did they do to the girl with a connection to the bloody ghost king?

“Depends” Before he could continue the flash decided to finally show. “Flash, your late”

“Ghost king?”

“Wonder Woman, you’re in contact with the UN already in regard to the anti-ecto acts already, correct?”

“Yes, I’ve made them aware of the acts.”

“There's a new issue, these acts are a lot bigger than originally thought. It's not only meant to go after the ecto-beings in America. But against an entire dimension and a monarchy. The two kids” Flash looked confused at that “the ones mentioned in the emergency notice have made claims of one being the girl Danielle is supposedly the princess of the infinite realms. The second claim is far less confident, likely not entirely the truth; the boy claims to be an ambassador.”

“Yea, and what was bloody done to them?” John cut into his explanation.

“I’m guessing the American Government after this apparent princess,” Aqua man asked.

So he told them what was necessary. The video footage albeit grainy did show a being in the crown collecting Danielle, the claims Danny made, the mind control claim on the federal level, and the fact this wasn’t a new movement. Nightwing and Robin themselves had overheard the ghost investigation ward discussing other specimens and the mentions of the dissection. Danny had claimed it had been going on for a year and that he did actually summon one of the beings to him. There was no solid evidence of him being an ambassador but it did make sense if the girl was royalty. John himself said he felt it on her.

The looks of rage and disgust range for each member. The mentions of specimen dissection and the girl being sold off left them all enraged. Martian manhunter especially.

“So you're saying.. the fate of this universe is up to a teenager. The same one who just had to help his sister escape the government.”

No one had the chance to say anything else as John spoke up.

“A direct attack of the bloody infinite realms then. These acts were bad enough. That was just when talking about the natural ones that pop up here. Those cause enough bloody damage. But no.”

“The realm keeps to itself. That lot shouldn’t even be on Earth. Those beings stick in the realm. I only know of ‘em from ending up in the realm myself. Got out of that one thanks to a helpful yeti bloo-“

John was cut off by an alert from the main computer. Looks like the door to the room had been opened. Getting the cameras online and going back about 30 seconds they witnessed Danielle looking human phasing through the door a furious look in her eye. Followed by Danny rushing after her screaming her name.

A mad meta? Half human half inter-dimensional being? And a teenager who kept zoning out and dissociating only 30 minutes ago. What could possibly go wrong?

They’d have to send someone after them. There was always the chance this whole thing had been a ploy.

“I’ll go after them” the Martian manhunter spoke “I doubt a human or human-looking person would be ideal.” Not giving a chance for anyone to respond he took off.

The boy had looked at him in awe prior to being led away and zoning out.

“Superman?” He asked looking over at him.

“I can only hear the boy. No other additional heartbeats either” Superman replied.

“The girls headin straight this way. That signature reeks of the king.” John actually helpfully informed.

That didn’t bode well.

Danielle popped up, now with white hair and green glowing eyes, apparently uncaring of secret identities, through the middle of the conference table. That really didn’t bode well.

“As the being the U.S. government decided to buy and princess of the infinite realms. I have my own demand. If not met. I’ll tattle to the ghost king himself.”

Well, this was just great.

#dcxdp #dpxdp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #shared core au #dannielle and dannys lack of sleep is causing lapses in judgement #there just along for the ride #th JL/JLD not a fan of the American government in this

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ruiniel · 1 year

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Another Way - X

Summary: what if someone in the 21st century stumbled upon this stranger during a turbulent storm, narrowly avoiding running them over, and what’s more they can’t understand a word coming out of their mouth.

Pairing: Alucard x Reader

Rating: Mature / 18+ only

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Explicit Language, References to Depression, First Meetings, character-meets-world, Near Death Experiences, References to loss, Grief/Mourning, Fantasy, POV Second Person, Language Barrier, Violence, Portal Fantasy, Isekai, Slow burn, References to Canon, Rewriting show canon, Because why not, POV Alucard, Assault, Mild Gore, More tags to be added

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AN:

When Adrian speaks here, we assume it's in his native language for now, even if the words are in English.

Reminder this is an M-rated fic. This chapter contains depictions of violence and abuse. Heed the latest tags.

Commissioner Arvan Trent sighs, removes his glasses and rubs his face vigorously with his palms before looking back at the photographs spread over his desk.

He’s seen many things in his twenty-year-long career of service. Many appalling, despicable things; he’s seen and experienced the full breadth of human cruelty and debasement, the lengths the mind can go to, stretched beyond sense, trampling on reason. He’s thrown more assholes behind bars than he can remember and how he wishes he could forget it all, sometimes. Wipe the slate clean, and move away. Unfortunately for him, this is his calling and always has been.

“But this takes the fucking cake…” Arvan mumbles to himself, one large square hand paging through the visual documentation of the crime scenes in the Black Hill area.

Two victims. So far. No connection to each other based on identification and initial background checks. Both ravaged beyond recognition, and even his stomach turned at the sight of dribbling innards carelessly spread around one of the bodies, like some grotesque wreath of pungent, rotting flowers.

The one aspect both crimes had in common? The cruelty of the disembowelment and the same signature injuries which likely led to a fast, brutal death. For the life of him, he can’t attribute what he’s looking at to any living man or beast that he knows of.

Motive? None that can be identified, or none that makes sense, as of yet. The victims were at a considerable distance from one another. There were no manner of weapons found, no inconsistencies or any details to suggest a staging of the scene, either.

“Commissioner?”

“Hari,” Arvan greets, nose still in the papers as the door to his office opens, then closes behind the young detective.

A folder is placed on his desk. “The coroner’s report,” the new arrival says.

“Thanks, Hari,” Arvan reaches for the contents and begins to page through.

“Hari.”

“Yes, commissioner?”

“I know they’re not prone to error, but the time of death of each victim seems awfully close to one another.”

“I asked the same—but this is what they came back with.”

“In that case, the only thing I can think of is that we’re talking two or more maniacs in cahoots because there’s no way one person can travel that distance and murder two people so fast by mauling.” He reads. “Cause of death of our victim number one, found on the side of the road: trauma from multiple fractures and vital organ punctures. Not a revelation, but good to know.”

“... there’s something else,” Hari says as Arvan turns the page.

“Of course, there is,” the commissioner mumbles, eyes skimming over each report; a dull headache intensifies. No indications of sexual assault, toxicology report came back negative for both victims. He reads on. “... the blood has been near completely drained from the body, likely in a matter of seconds.” He looks up at the detective. “It makes no fucking sense… it almost seems…”

“Random?” Hari supplies helpfully, pouring himself a cup of precinct coffee.

Arvan falls back in his chair with another deep, tired sigh. “Not only that, but I’ve got our esteemed state officials halfway up my ass already about this. They don’t want to instill a panic or even a whiff of a potential serial killer on the loose to the public, not with the damn elections on the horizon.”

Hari snorts, one familiar with the politics behind all such matters.

“... and I’ve got not one, but potentially multiple incredibly savage perpetrators out there, and as a starting point…”

“Well, here’s where I have some good news, Commissioner.”

Arvan blinks. “Don’t keep me twisting my knickers here in suspense Hari, you’re always enjoying it too much. Spill it.”

“There’s exhibit A,” Hari raises a transparent evidence bag containing what appears to be a small, round object of a yellow sheen.

“That looks like a coat button, Hari.”

“Precisely.”

“You have a coat button for me as a starting point.”

“Many have started on less,” Hari arches a rich brown eyebrow, tilting his chin upward.

If Hari weren’t one of his best, Arvan would have long lost his patience by now. Instead, he groans. “That’s true.” He taps a finger against his desk. “...and?”

“And, there’s something peculiar about this particular button. It’s gilded, you see. With gold.”

Arvan whistles. “Fine, you got me. Where was it found?”

“Not far from the roadside murder site.”

“Very good. Run the works on it.”

“In addition to this,” Hari continues, “we’ve checked on all the cabins in Black Hill. As you know, the forest is a popular retreat area.”

Arvan straightens in his chair. “Was there anyone in, during the time the murders were committed?”

Hari nods. “The investigation out on the field is still in progress, but so far we know of a few, as the road tracks also proved.”

“Well, Hari, forgive my tired snappishness. Call me grateful,” Arvan grumbles, paging through another forensic report. “Let’s get a hold of the owners, bring them in. The sooner we get through a first round of questioning, the better.”

The lights are much too bright; a white, perfunctory light that has him blinking rapidly and makes his eyes water.

He’s standing here, alone, doing his best to block the noise rising around him like a murder of restless crows: the sounds from the outside, of the rapidly moving vehicles, as you’d called them. The chatter of the people all about him, but worst of all: the high-frequency noise that surrounds him, which seems to be everywhere though others have no issue with it, one he must constantly bar from his consciousness just so he can think.

Adrian takes in his surroundings, garnering the details of this place. He sees many people—some appearing lost, others resigned; he sees the mark of years and hardship on one face, the signs of rage or hunger on another.

Why would you bring him here? Is this some sort of refuge, a retreat for the dispossessed? All he has are assumptions and fragments of memories.

At first, he recalled nothing more than rage and grief, the world spinning, and then: your face. He only knows one fact with absolute, desperate certainty: he does not belong here.

If only he could remember where he ought to be. He plays with the rings on his hand—one, larger than the other, spins easily on his finger.

Adrian remembers the year stamped on the calendar in your dwelling, and though what he’s seen so far makes sense that it would be so, he still wallows in disbelief.

He cannot blame you, for wanting to be rid of one such as he—your kindness he will not forget, though the sudden manner of your decision did affect him, giving rise to a familiar feeling: that of being shunned for being… for being who he is.

He clenches his fist to his chest, golden brows frowning as he tries, again and again, to remember. He reminisces on one recent night in that forest, though how he cannot tell: wet earth beneath his feet; brambles hissing and scratching at his body; the howling of a wolf, all lost in a nether of thought, and it is as if a dark veil has been cast over his mind.

“Watch it, boy!” an old man bumps into him just then, and he loses his balance—

You are much too troublesome for your worth!

A voice, a similar growl, arising from that same nether. It makes his head hurt, the sensation close to bursting his brain. He sways to one side.

“Excuse me, sir?”

Through a haze, Adrian sees a woman standing before him, holding papers.

“We have some more forms we’ll need you to fill in,” she follows, and Adrian merely stares. He cannot comprehend her words though he tries, he tries but does not yet have a grasp of the full breadth of the language English has become.

“Sir,” she insists, “...are you unwell? Should I call a medical professional?”

The high-frequency racket around him increases, and Adrian turns sharply away, one pale hand finding purchase against a wall. Unable to stay here a moment longer, he casts not a look back at the woman and her repeated questions, not minding her calling after him; all he sees is the door, the door to the outside.

The way is shut.

“... Who are you?” he growls at himself once he's out on the sidewalk, shaking his head, taking a ragged intake of filthy air: it appears technological advancements have done no favors to the natural world humans used to inhabit, for there is scarcely any sign of it, here. Instead, electricity runs their lives now, by all accounts, from what he’s seen.

He wades through the throng of strangely clad people, directionless, craving solitude to try, as countless times before, to recollect; to find those traces of himself that are missing, leaving him incomplete; his garments are not of this era, neither is he. There is something awful coming, something he must fight against, something he must return to.

When he’d fended off your attackers that night in the alley, one piece of this dreadful joke of a puzzle had fallen into place—his reflexes came naturally under threat, and so did his strength and agility. Their display, however, despite having done something he deemed necessary at that moment, seemed to affect you more than you were willing to admit. It showed in your eyes, your entire bearing: a new wariness of him, which likely contributed to your decision of abandoning him in that… that…

Adrian shakes his head.

Adrian. That is my name.

He stares at the cars speeding past, and the gray-tinted skies of evening.

I am… I am a soldier. I should not be here.

Rain falls, drenching his coat and hair.

I know not where to go.

“What do you mean, gone?” you ask the shelter employee, the agenda under your arm.

“You are asking about the tall young man you’ve brought in, wearing the long black coat? He simply walked out of here. He ignored any attempts to finish up his submission. He… didn’t look so good, if I’m being honest.”

Great. “...and you just let him— ugh,” you close your eyes, “Thank you. Do you… know how long ago he left? Or in which direction?”

The woman thinks as your guilt mounts. “... about twenty or thirty-odd minutes ago? I followed him outside, but nothing I said reached him. It was as though he couldn’t hear me. He took a right from here.”

You nod, and not wasting any time, run outside and start the car.

Why are you doing this? He’s not your problem, you repeat, but still, you gaze left and right, searching, hoping you’ll spot him, at least to know he’s all right.

You’re worrying over a potential murderer.

You don’t know that. You’d given in to your natural fear of the unknown, and hell knows that nowadays, it’s more than justified.

Still. Something about him doesn’t strike you as one who would intend to maliciously hurt others, or take pleasure in doing so. And his confusion, his distress, had been nothing if not authentic through all the time you’d spent with him.

First things first— find him. And then, you’ll see.

“Come oon… come on.” Adrian is surely hard to miss in a crowd; and he can’t have gone that far, right?

He walks the empty streets, sees warm, rising steam from apertures placed in the ground here and there. This area of dwellings seems more decrepit than others, but somewhere, there surely must be a place for him, at least until he resolves to remember.

There are rows of women to one side of the street, dressed in garments he can only describe as provocative; they stare languorously at him, inviting him with their eyes, but neither approach.

Adrian walks ahead, his tall figure drenched in red and green neon lights. He hears, then sees a struggle: what appears to be a frail person, trying to escape the grasp of one that strikes her repeatedly, even as she cries and kneels, her arms crossed above her head.

Frowning, Adrian draws near; a part of him is disgusted, for she is significantly smaller than her assailant; another part cannot stay away, and with the high-pitched noises ringing in his ears he walks faster, crying out towards the scene.

“... the fuck do you want? Stay out of this,” the man spits as the woman tries to crawl away from him, but he drags her back.

Without a word, Adrian rushes forward, reaches and grasps his arm; twists, and through the screaming that ensues, he hears another burst of long, deafening sounds.

Palms to his ears, he falls to his knees as a white vehicle with shifting blue and red lights stops not too far from the scene, and barely he catches sight of the woman fleeing one direction, while her attacker flails, wailing and choking and nursing his broken arm.

“What do we have here…” a man and a woman emerge from the vehicle, dressed in something resembling a uniform.

“I ain’t done nothing, officer, I swear, this guy jumped me and broke my arm, oh god…”

Adrian rises, shaking and confused by the strong, blinding lights.

“I want you to go down on your knees, turn around, put your hands behind your head, and interlock your fingers,” the man orders.

Whatever is happening, Adrian can surmise it will not go in his favor. He waits.

“Hey,” the man repeats, both he and the woman reaching and pointing an object at him; a weapon, he assumes. “I repeat, get down on your knees, put your hands behind your head, and interlock your fingers!” he speaks, louder this time. They carefully approach as Adrian takes slow steps back. If these are the equivalent of a city guard, the last he wants is to be apprehended by them.

He must escape. He must—

A sharp, deafening shriek. The feeling of dispersing into nothingness, and finding himself on the hard concrete ground. His arms tremble as he props them against the sidewalk, his chest heaving, and the air will not reach. He cannot move; it’s as though he’s used his entire energy, all his strength. He looks upward, and in a stupor, sees legs rushing toward him.

“Adrian, are you all right? Are you hurt?”

He knows that voice. He sees…

You. Here?

“...What are you doing here?” he asks weakly in his own tongue, slow to rise and making his way ahead; there is no sign of the red and blue lights or the city guard, but they are surely not far behind.

“I don’t know what you’re saying, but come on, I’m with the car,” you walk alongside him for a few moments, then turn away.

He hurries on shaking legs, heedless of your words. He cannot look at you.

“Adrian—” you rush back to the car and soon you're there again, driving alongside him. “What happened? You look awful. Get inside, I can drive you back to my place so you can rest.”

“Whatever you are saying is lost on me, as you know,” Adrian mutters. “But I will be your burden of pity no longer,” he murmurs, carrying on as you continue to drive by his side.

“... You sound upset. I get it. But please, don't be stubborn about this.” A sigh. “I’m… I’m sorry, all right?”

He senses the frustration in your voice. When he senses the plea, he finally looks your way.

“I’m sorry for ditching you there,” you say, “I shouldn’t have dumped you somewhere, just like that. I was… I got scared, I… I have your agenda, look, see?” you wave the book Adrian used to write on.

He feels somewhat thankful for it.

This back-and-forth goes on, for about two blocks. You seem to be relentless in your pursuit, and he is tiring.

“...please, will you just get inside the car?” you ask again, and whatever he hears in your voice, along with the sheer exhaustion in his limbs, permeating his heart, pushes him to capitulation.

Adrian stops in his tracks and turns towards the car; gazing long at the opening door, then at you, and the honest relief on your face.

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ladyveronikawrites · 2 months

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LOST IN THE CONCRETE JUNGLE

CHAPTER TWO

Bad Omens x Star Wars

Pairing: Zebastian (Noah Sebastian) x F!Reader

CW: assault, blindfolding

Summary: You are the perfect senator's daughter- next in line to become his aide to learn everything about the Galactic Senate. But on your 21st birthday, your perfect life changes forever when the mysterious masked man you met at the nightclub was not who you thought he was.

A/N: POV switching from second to first occurs often in the story. Shout out to my amazing beta team @mysticdoodlez, @cyrusunderscore, and @nerdraging4point0 your insight and cheerleading has been invaluable.

Word Count: 1.4k

Crossposted: Wattpad & A03

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May the Force be with you✨

Bodies of humans and aliens press against yours as Skylar pulls you in closer. Your head begins to feel dizzy as you sway to the music on the dancefloor. Stars speckle your vision as sticky sweat drips down your back. Breathing becomes heavy as you notice Skylar’s flushed cheeks and shimmering eyes. A delirious giggle trickles through your lips as you release all abandonment, raise your hands high and grind against whoever is nearby.

So this is what it feels like to be carefree

“Are you ok?” Skylar yells into your ear over the music.

“Yeah?” Your brows furrowed in confusion when suddenly your legs become weak.

Strong arms grasp your arm and pull you up. One was warm and the other one was cold metal. You spin around and stumble into a firm chest. Flustered, you step back and peer up to find soft brown eyes framed by short brown hair, looking down at you. His grin was wide and dazzling.

"Are you ok?" His soft voice managed to cut through the noise.

Your breath is shaky when you respond “Yeah, I think so.”

Skylar hooks her arm into yours as she says “Why don’t we sit at the bar for a bit.” As Sky leads you to the bar, you turn to thank the stranger but he disappears into the sea of bodies on the dancefloor.

“I heard you took quite a spell on the dancefloor,” the bartender says holding back a laugh. His long almost black hair waves in sync with the glass as he slides a bright iridescent blue drink your way. “This tonic should help you feel better.”

Skylar starts to protest but he puts his hands up to stop her. “I promise it’s safe, I’ve been working here for years and I’ve seen a lot of things. I know how to care for my patrons.”

You turn to Sky to search her face for the answer. “If something happens to her..” Sky trails off as her eyes turn dark and protective.

“I swear to the stars above your friend is in no harm. The name’s Revan,” he says charmingly as he cleans an empty glass. “Please come to me if you need anything.”

Skylar hands you the glass and you knock the drink back. A bright burst of flavor you can’t quite describe bubbles down your throat. It leaves your breath minty and relief instantly floods your body.

”How are you feeling?” Skylar asks as you set the glass down.

“So much better,” you sigh as Skylar’s wrist comm beeps.

“Shit, we need to get going.” Skylar looks down at her wrist comm.

“I need to freshen up then I’ll meet you outside,” you say as Skylar helps you from your seat.

“Are you sure?” Her eyes are filled with concern. You squeeze her hands to reassure her.

“Ok,” Skylar lets out a reluctant breath. “If you aren’t outside in 15 minutes someone is dead meat.”

She is serious in her threat but the corners of her mouth turn up as she chuckles softly dissolving the tension. Her steps are still in tune with the music as she leaves and soon the only way you can discern her from the crowd is through her signature electric blue hair.

The stark cold air whips past you causing your hair to twirl around you as you make your way outside of the club. You clasp your elbows to try and keep warm as you search the alley for Skylar.

“You look cold.” A familiar soft voice comes from behind you. Before you have time to turn around to identify the voice, a rough leather jacket is pulled onto your bare shoulders but his large hands don’t leave their place. Your body tenses to the sudden intrusion. One warm and one… metal?

“It’s just me, the guy that saved you on the dancefloor,” he chuckles. You try to turn to face him but he grips you tighter keeping you in place.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” His soft words become sinister. Fear spreads through your body as you tense to his touch.

“Ah, there she is,” another voice cuts in.

“Revan?” You whisper as your eyes widen and the pressure on your shoulders is lifted. You turn swiftly on your heels to find the two men dressed in all black with masks and hoods covering their faces. They follow you like a Manka Cat stalking its prey.

“W-what do you want?” Your voice shakes.

You try to negotiate with them. You don’t want any more attention drawn to you. What if they find out who I am and who my father is? What if my father finds out? He can’t find out.

They stalk closer to you as your back hits the cold concrete wall.

“Are you lost, girl? What are you doing here? You don’t belong here.” Revan purrs.

Frozen with fear, you watch as Revan closes the space between you and swiftly grasps both of your wrists simultaneously pinning you to the wall, crushing your wrist comm to pieces.

“You never answered me,” Revan growls as he leans down to nip at your exposed collarbone. Even through the mask, you can feel the warmth of his breath and sharp teeth.

“I-it’s m-my birthday” you stutter as he trails his nose up your jaw inhaling deeply. Your mind begins to race. What is going on?! Where is Skylar? I can’t fight the two of them and they know it.

All of a sudden, rough fabric brushes against your lips. You squeeze your eyes tight as your body turns rigid. Just as quickly as he kisses you, his lips vanish for yours. You open your eyes to find Revan on his back on the ground clutching his jaw. A fury of black whirls around you as the mysterious person fights off your attackers. In the moonlight, something shiny and metallic catches your eye. Wait, is that a sword? You gap at the thought of someone using such an ancient weapon, but it seems to be working. As quickly as it all started…the frenzy stopped. The mysterious man too, was clothed head to toe in black. A black mask covers his nose, mouth, and neck. His short brown hair is drenched in sweat. The longer pieces in the front stick to his forehead.

“Leave her alone.” His growl strikes every bone in your body yet sparks an unfamiliar feeling that tingles your core. He sheaths the sword to his belt as the others retreat.

“Are you ok?” the mysterious man asks while keeping his distance. With your mouth still gaping open all you can muster is a small nod.

“Are you hurt?” You shake your head and squeeze your eyes shut. I should have never left the house, you berate yourself.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he says while taking another slow step closer.

“That’s what one of them said before and then he violated me,” you squeak out in a whisper.

“Can I take you home?” he asks putting his hands up in surrender.

“No, I-I can’t go home,” you muster. “My parents can’t find out I snuck out of the house.” You can feel your cheeks warm with shame. You turn away so he can’t see how embarrassed you are.

“Please just leave me alone,” you say to the wall unable to meet his gaze. “My friend will take me to her house.”

“I’m sorry, but your friend is gone. No one is looking for you,” Genuine concern fills his voice. “May I take you to my house? I promise to keep my distance. My bodyguard will make sure you are safe.”

Shock and desperation spread across your face as you turn to face him. Your mouth opens and closes and opens again like a scalefish as you ruminate on the offer. Subconsciously, you look down at your wrist comm to find it broken. For krike's sake. You can’t call for help. And your parents cannot find out you snuck out of the house and into the prohibited industrial sector of Coruscant. You sigh in defeat about to accept.

“Before you agree or decline, I must tell you the only condition is that you must either be blindfolded or unconscious. I take my privacy very seriously, albeit too seriously. I need a verbal yes or no.”

Your mouth opens and closes as your brain processes the racing thoughts in your head.

The thought of you being blindfolded next to him makes your heart race and butterflies fill your stomach. The unusual request is exhilarating. “Yes,” you breathe out. The stranger unties a blood-red ribbon around the hilt of his sword.

“Close your eyes,” he softly commands.

Reluctantly, you do as you are told. His piercing dark eyes are the last thing you see.