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Intertwined Fates (Chilumi/Zhonglumi) - Chapter 2
Uni is hell .-.
Also if you see any mistakes, please don't be shy to point them out so I can correct them haha, I'm might've missed them even with rereading rip
Can be read in ao3 here
SUMMARY: As an unexpected event happened, Lumine had to decide if she’s really ready to step forward and officially leave the past.
“Lumine, I thought you were going to bring the Tartaglia boy.” her mother sighed in disappointment as soon as Zhongli left, crossing her arms as she leaned back on their sofa, expensive wine in hand.
“Mother, must you be so rude?” Lumine can’t help but glare at her mother.
“How was I rude, dear? I was just getting to know him.” her mother smirked, “What kind of mother would I be if I didn’t see the type of man my only daughter is dating?”
“You weren’t getting to know him, you were judging his financial situation.” Lumine frowned, “And if that wasn’t enough, you pried about his family history, which is a very insensitive thing to do.”
Her mother rolled her eyes, “You’re dating a man who had criminals for parents, is that really how you want your future to be? What would your aunts and uncles say when they find out about this? Do you know how bad our family will look?”
Lumine huffed, fully knowing well that her mother isn’t talking about their actual relatives but instead the pretentious and arrogant friends she has.
Her mother was an only child of a rich family, her father one of several siblings of a poor fisherman. Her mother was spoiled, getting all the things she demanded, while her father had to work for several days to get a decent meal once in a while.
Her father, however, never gave up on his dreams; to live happily with his own family. So he worked and worked until he earned a high paying job. He now wanted a family, but unfortunately for him, he fell for her mother. So hard he couldn’t see he was manipulated. He didn’t notice her slowly pushing his own family away, he didn’t notice her slowly changing him, he didn’t notice her leading him into a loveless marriage.
When the twins were born, her father was over the moon, her mother wasn’t too exactly fond of motherhood, but she didn’t mind the attention she got. Though that was until the twins were in the toddler stage, their mother wasn’t interested anymore when there’s no one to impress, so they were usually left with their nanny. While their father always tried to be with them, their mother would always nag about him missing work for unnecessary things. Their mother always had her fingers wrapped around their father, and when their father finally realised how he’s being controlled, it was way too late. He loves his children more than anything, so glad that his twins didn’t grow up like their mother, and he has their nanny to thank for that, a kind old woman with a big heart who never had children of her own.
The twins had always felt sorry for their father ever since they’re aware of how things are going between their parents. They may play the happy and perfect couple, but they can see the sadness in their father's eyes and how he’s just going through the motion for the sake of keeping the family intact.
“Didn’t Dad come from a poor family as well? And Zhongli didn’t grow up with those parents, he took the courage and left with Xiao so they can have a better future.” Lumine said, fondness in her heart with how much she admired her boyfriend’s bravery and love for his family.
“Your father was already raking in good money when I met him, and while I still don’t like talking about his past with everyone, I think being a peasant’s child is better than a criminal’s.” her mother sneered, “He’s taking advantage of you that’s for sure.”
Lumine bit back a reply for her having the audacity to talk about taking advantages, but she chose to defend her lover instead, “Zhongli is the most hardworking and selfless man I’ve met.”
“Isn’t Ajax as well?” her mother raised an eyebrow, “With his money, he’s pretty much the perfect man for you, for our family, and aren’t you great friends with him already?”
“Ajax is different.” Lumine argued, “I love him and believe he’s an amazing man even without his money, but we just don’t think about each other that way.”
Her mother rolled her eyes before standing up, “Love isn’t always going to give you a roof under your head, Lumine.” she snickered before walking to her daughter, grabbing her face and making her look straight into her eyes,
“Now, dear, unless you’re seeing Ajax or someone on our level, you’re dead to me.”
Lumine could still remember the malice in her mother’s voice.
Could still remember her horrified shriek from the phone when she called her parents to inform of her engagement.
Could still remember being walked by Ningguang and Beidou instead, the parent figures of Zhongli and Xiao, during her wedding.
Could still remember never getting any allowance from them again.
Lumine remembered how bad she felt when Aether’s was cut as well, but her twin never held it against her, choosing instead to work hard with her in the starting bakery like they’ve always dreamt of building together.
She remembered it all.
What she doesn’t remember though is her mother being so warm and happy as she played with her child.
“Grama and Grandpa bought you lots of gifts, sweetie, would you like to open it together?” her mother cooed as she tickled Qiqi.
“Yes please!” Qiqi laughed before staring at awe when her grandmother brought the first present in front of them.
A bitter feeling still lingers in Lumine’s heart as she watches them.
“Ah, no one can replace my children’s pastries.” her father sighed contentedly as he took a bite from the desert.
Lumine’s heart warmed as she turned to her father, a huge grin on her face, “I see you’re still our number 1 fan.” she said before leaning against her father’s shoulder.
It was more than a month ago when they reunited with their parents.
Almost the same timeline when Lumine and Ajax publicly announced their relationship.
It was a huge shock to the twins seeing their parents in front of their bakery. Lumine wanted to scream at the woman who disowned them, the woman who probably manipulated her father to do the same.
Aether was the one who controlled the situation, calmly taking them at the private room of the bakery to talk.
Her mother started talking about how she regrets everything she did, how cold it was to cut them off like that.
Though they can see the insincerity in her eyes, they agreed to fix their family when they saw how horrible their father’s condition is, not physically but mentally. He looked so drained and tired of everything. The twins can’t help but shudder at the thought of what might’ve happened if they never reunited.
They can remember how their father broke down to them that day, how he regrets not fighting for them.
Thankfully, their father is doing better now, especially upon meeting Qiqi. Oh how elated the twins were that day, they haven’t heard or seen their father that happy in a long while.
Their mother didn’t share the same excitement, but the twins were shocked when she voluntarily interacted with Qiqi. She knows that Qiqi is Zhongli’s, but she doesn’t seem to care who her birth father is as long as the current father standing is someone she likes.
Ajax knew about Lumine’s family as Lumine had opened up to them before, though she skipped the part about how her mother wanted her to be with Ajax. While he’s as uncomfortable as Lumine when Qiqi’s near someone as horrible as her, they just agree that they’ll do it for the sake of her father, and never to leave Qiqi alone with her.
Their visit was expected, her mother called Ajax a week before to inform them. The fact that her mother is so fond of Ajax just confirms Lumine’s suspicions on why she’s back in her life, and while it greatly disgusts Lumine, she couldn’t kick her out of her life again when her father talks about how her mother seems to be happier at home which means they’ve been fighting less. There was hope in her father’s eyes, so bright that Lumine doesn’t have the heart to tell him that she’s probably at ease now because her children are seeing someone she finally approves of; Lumine with Ajax, and Aether with Keqing, a powerful businesswoman. The twins decided to let it go, seeing as her mother is only concerned about who they’re seeing and as far as they’re concerned they don’t see themselves dating anyone else.
“And I’m glad no one has replaced me.” her father smiled and the happiness in his eyes sent a warm glow in Lumine’s chest. “Ah, Ajax, everything good at work?” he greeted Ajax as the ginger entered the living room.
“Yeah, they just needed to go by something to me. I’m sorry about earlier, Sir and Madam.” Ajax smiled sheepishly before sitting next to Lumine, giving the blonde a soft kiss in the forehead when she instinctively leaned against him.
Her mother couldn’t be more delighted, “Oh, Ajax, honey, we’re family now, call us Mom and Dad.” she giggled from the floor with Qiqi, who was in awe with the new cooking play set she received.
“That’s right, son, I can see how amazing you’re treating my daughter and granddaughter well.” her father smiled.
Ajax beamed, “Well, I just want the best for my family.” he grinned.
“Such a perfect man for my daughter.” the woman sighed in awe before gently moving Qiqi off from her lap, “Excuse me, sweetie, grandma just need to stretch her legs.” the young girl nodded too interested with her new toys.
Her father began talking about business-related topics with Ajax while her mother began roaming around the living room, probably judging how Lumine decorated their home. Lumine stopped watching her from the corner of her eyes when Qiqi decided that she’s going to be her first customer as she started bringing a plate of food toys to her from her playset.
It was relaxing for a while; Lumine’s father and Ajax had begun talking about fishing, her mother asking about the photos decorated in the living room, Lumine answering her and at the same time humouring Qiqi’s imagination.
It was pretty domestic and calming and Lumine finds it really comforting.
“Oh, wow!” her mother exclaimed, making all of them turn to her, an opened little velvet box on her hand.
Lumine felt Ajax tense up, “W-Wait-”
It made them all curious to what her mother was holding, and then it hit her. Her mother was only a few feet from them, making them clearly see the point of interest.
“Oh, oops!” her mother gave them a sheepish look, “I didn’t think I’d be seeing an engagement ring this early.” she released an awkward chuckle before closing the box.
Lumine was frozen, and Ajax was panicking internally before standing up and gently taking the box from her mother, “I… uhm…” he stuttered.
“Engagement ring?” Qiqi’s curious voice perked up, “What’s that?”
“Ah, it’s what a person gives it to someone they want to marry, dear.” her mother smiled, clearly excited with the idea of Lumine marrying Ajax, “It means your Papa wants to marry your Mama!” she grinned mischievously, to hell with them not being ready, she needs something to brag to her friends as soon as possible, and what better to brag than your daughter marrying someone as powerful?
She just can’t let Lumine pass this opportunity.
“Marry?” Qiqi’s mind trying to make sense of her grandmother’s excitement.
“It means you’ll officially be a family and you’ll get some playmates soon!” she smirked when Qiqi’s eyes widened with excitement.
"Playmates. Mama, Papa. Quick. Qiqi wants playmates!" the little girl ran to Lumine in excitement.
Sensing his wife overstepping their stay, her father cleared his throat, “Uhm, Dear, maybe we should let them talk about this?”
“Why, of course! I’ve been to a beautiful wedding recently and got the planner’s contact card! Message me as soon as possible, sweetie! Congrats, you two!” her mother played ignorant to the tension in the air, instead gave the frozen couple a hug and a kiss in the cheek before dragging her husband out with an accomplished smile.
She’s confident no break up will happen since according to her observations, Ajax has a ring already, and with Qiqi on the line, there’s no way Lumine will give her a broken family. The worst-case scenario is pretty much how long Lumine will make them all wait. And with that in mind, her mother starts to think of plans to further push the wedding if deemed necessary, completely ignoring her angry husband.
Back inside, Ajax was the first one to grasp the situation they’re in.
“Lumine, I…-”
“Qiqi, I think it’s nap time, why don’t we go take a nap, yeah?” Lumine hastily picked Qiqi up, ignoring her protests about having playmates as quick as possible and carrying her to her room.
Leaving a stunned Ajax in the living room.
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Never did Lumine think there would come a time where she wished Qiqi will put up more fight when it comes to nap time, Qiqi usually does, however this time, Qiqi had passed out as soon as she hit the bed. Lumine blames it on her father playing tag with her earlier.
So now she has no excuse but to face Ajax outside.
It’s not that she doesn’t want to marry Ajax, hell they probably will be down the road, but this soon? Lumine just didn’t expect it, while she knew him for so long, they’ve only been together for 2 months, though that didn’t invalidate the things Ajax did for her the past years.
Zhongli flashes in her mind, she still carries his last name, and Qiqi wears it too.
Is she ready to leave Mrs Morax and be Mrs Tartaglia?
Wearing Ajax’s last name gave her a feeling in her stomach, the same feeling she had with the thought of finally sharing Zhongli’s last name before. There is still, however, a little painful tug in her heart.
She already gave her heart to Ajax when they started dating, but is she ready to give her soul as well?
Though when she thinks of it, they’re already living like a married couple, what’s the harm in making it official?
Lumine isn’t really religious, but she values the bond marriages symbolises.
And if Ajax was going to propose soon anyway without her mother’s interference, how would’ve she reacted?
Lumine sighed before getting up from Qiqi’s bed, “Never really thought you’d be the type to bind things as soon as possible.” she murmured to herself.
She took a deep breath before opening the door, no use of having these troubling thoughts when you can discuss it with someone.
She walked back to the living room, Ajax’s back on her. He was sitting on the sofa, chewing on his nails, something Ajax does when he’s anxious, and an anxious Ajax is a rare thing to find.
Lumine can’t blame him though with how she acted earlier, she would be anxious as well.
With another deep breath, she entered the living room, “Ajax.”
Ajax jumped in surprise, quickly standing up and pulling her in his arms as soon as she saw her, a flurry of words came out of his mouth as he apologised. All Lumine can hear clearly is how there’s a misunderstanding, how no one is supposed to find out about the ring, how he is sorry.
How she shouldn’t leave him.
The tremble that starts to lace his voice worried Lumine, “Ajax, calm down.” she pulled away from his chest to grab his face, she could see the worry glazing his eyes.
Did she really scare him that much?
“Hey, it’s okay.” she said, brushing her fingers through his hair to calm him down, “It’s okay, breathe for me please?” she said gently.
Ajax did as told, her warm golden eyes calming him down.
Lumine led them to the sofa, pulling Ajax in her arms when they lay down. She never thought Ajax would be this upset.
They were quiet for a while, just staying in each other’s arms until the blonde decided that Ajax is calmed enough to talk.
“I’m sorry my mother did that.” she decided to apologise, “She can never read the room… well, actually she can, she just decided to ignore it for whatever she wants to happen.”
Ajax just sighed, face still buried in her neck.
“It’s not that I’m planning on proposing- Ah, I mean I will, but not this soon.” Ajax explained, “Remember that time when I visited my family last month?”
Lumine nodded.
“Well, they really love you and can’t wait to make you part of our family, well in a legal concept since you and Qiqi are my family already.” she felt his smile against her neck, and Lumine will be lying if she said her heart didn’t leap in joy for that simple statement, “So they already gave me this ring before I even mentioned anything about weddings.” he showed the box, not opening it, “My parents had crafted it, you know them and their hobby.” he chuckled.
Lumine chuckled, remembering how his parents had taken up crafting as some sort of hobby to entertain themselves since they don’t really have to work that much on their successful winery. It still surprises Lumine that they chose that for leisure activities, her own parents would prefer more “refined activities”, as her mother described, like going sailing or golfing or something like that. Lumine can still remember rolling her eyes when her mother asked why they can’t just buy whatever they’re crafting at the moment, but Lumine also recalled the warm feeling she got when the couple explained how doing a crafting project together just makes things more meaningful for them. It was cheesy, but Lumine also finds the idea romantic.
“...May I?” she gestured at the box when Ajax seemed a bit hesitant to open it.
He just nodded and placed it on her hand.
Lumine gently opened it, gasping at the sight of a beautiful diamond ring. She could already tell the diamond was big earlier, but seeing it closer and clearer takes her breath away.
The band has the traditional silver colour, the upper half of the ring is carved to look like waves, tiny diamonds engraved in them, on top of the band, a star shaped frame sits, encasing a big round shaped blue diamond.
(AN: The jewellery store said it was inspired by various games, but I thought it was perfect for Chilumi. Source: https://takayascustomjewelry.com/blog/sea-stars-paopu-fruit-inspired-engagement-ring)
“This looks so beautiful.” Lumine admired the work.
“They really want to welcome you.” Ajax chuckled before clearing his throat and sitting up, “I didn’t think you’d want to deal with that this soon so I just kept it hidden.”
“...In a bookcase…”
Ajax blushed in embarrassment, “We share the same room, closet, drawers, where am I supposed to hide it?”
“You’re office maybe?” Lumine hummed.
“You go there too, there’s still a risk of you finding out.” Ajax defended, “And there’s a reason I chose the top shelf, you know.”
“Are you saying I’m short?”
“Well, I’m not saying you’re tall…”
They laughed together, Ajax feeling comfortable again to pull her to his chest, “I didn’t really expect your mother to dig through our stuff like that.” he sighed in defeat.
“Why’d you think I had my online shopping delivered to someone else’s place? Mother always goes through my things.” Lumine murmured.
They both eyed the ring, not really sure how to approach the subject.
“I’m not forcing you to do anything, please remember that.” Ajax began, “I’m sure you’re still conflicted about us dating. Sometimes, I can’t help but think you’re here because I forced you to.” he chuckled, it was meant as a joke but Lumine can sense the sadness in his voice.
Lumine sat up to look at him, “Ajax, we talked about this,” she said as she lifted his chin to look at her, “I’m here because I feel the same way as you, I’m here because I fell in love with an amazing man who stood by my side no matter what. I’m here because I love you, and only you.” she declared, a soft smile gracing her lips as she gently caressed his cheek.
Words couldn’t express how happy that made Ajax, so he expressed it in the best way he could, pulling her into one of the most passionate kisses he could give.
Lumine’s lips curled into a smile before wrapping her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss in the process.
They had always been better at showing emotions in actions rather than words as they poured all their feelings in this kiss hoping that the other could feel what they meant. And they do.
They pulled away, well their lips did while they rested their forehead against each other as they caught their breath.
“You’re so amazing.” he smiled softly, “And I can’t wait to see that ring around your finger in the future.” he admitted with hopeful eyes.
Lumine bit her lip, debating.
A few moments of silence, Ajax decided that they should just move on from this, he was going to ask for the ring back until Lumine spoke up.
“What if that future is now?” Lumine said so quietly that Ajax would’ve missed it if he wasn’t this close.
His heart stopped.
He pulled away from Lumine to look at her clearly. She stared back at him, golden eyes wide and shy, face red as she bit her lip in anticipation, “I… I mean…” she broke the staring contest, looking away in embarrassment.
“It’s just a ‘what if’... We don’t have to…” she began to blurt out apologies as her embarrassment grew, perhaps Ajax wasn’t ready as well and she read the room wrong.
As she’s busy panicking, Ajax smiled, taking the box from her hand and kneeling on one knee, “Lumine, love of my life, my starlight, my partner in crime, will you marry me?”
Straight to the point and cheesy, the only thing Ajax could manage at the moment. He made a mental note to prepare a romantic night for them in the future, though he can definitely prepare something romantic in the sheets for tonight.
Lumine stopped her flurry of words and stared back at Ajax, a smile growing on her face,
“With all my heart, yes.”
She’s ready, the past is in the past, there’s no way to go besides forward.
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AN: As you can see, I’m so bad at thinking of names Lumi’s parents didn’t have any lmao, maybe in the future if I get an idea or someone suggested something lol
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Yooo let me contribute my thoughts to Yan!Momgana
The gumm-gumms all revere you as her child, you're the only person in the world who could ask them to dress in a pink frilly dress and play house with you and they'd agree
Starts as begrudging compliance, but as time goes on you start to grow on them
"Ah, yes. Precious child, our child. The Pale Lady's offspring will be indulged in their games, and no, don't you dare say no to the tiny whelp, you might make the whelp sad!!1!1"
Morgana is happy with the outcome, but that doesn't mean she let's you play with the goblins any longer than she's gone doing evil war stuff. When mom arrives it's shoo shoo, give momma her precious baby they're gonna play peek-a-boo now.
Because you were an infant when Morgana left the castle and joined the gumm-gumms, you have little to no knowledge of human world nor have you interacted with any. All your manners come from your momma, who raises you pretty good and proper.
You probably will grow some of your childhood in the surface world, but only in fortresses and gumm-gumm territories they've captured.
You know nothing about the war, but you've probably been revealed the truth a few times when a random human has managed to sneak in and mistaken you for a prisoner and tried to take you with.
It would probably go pretty easy for the intruder, you won't have a normal sense of stranger danger when literally everyone around you have been real nice to you all your life, so you'd probably just go along with whatever, thinking it's a game or just being confused as to why the weird pale troll is so anxious.
These incidents end really quick, because when Morgana finds out her precious child is gone she absolutely decimates everything within a 5 mile radius.
The intruder always dies an agonizing and slow death.
Morgana is too enraged to think about what her child sees in those moments. And you probably will see everything.
It doesn't matter though, Morgana's got it.
"Oh no, sweetheart, don't cry. Here, let mom make it all go away..."
The memories of any violence or pesky humans are wiped and you go back to the carefree and happy life in some stolen palace.
You probably grow close with your mother and are very attached to her as a child. How could you not? She always plays with you when you ask, she almost never says no to you, she gives you all the treats and toys you ask and she never gets mad (or that's what you think).
You're spoiled and you don't even know it, and it's not like anyone would point that out to you or Morgana.
But then the Killahead fiasco happens...
I stand by that Morgana and the gumm-gumms had operated in the Darklands prior, since it's stated to be the trolls' original homeland.
The time you hadn't spent in the surfacelands, you had spent in the Darklands.
Morgana probably had a real nice castle built there just for your and hers sake, so you could have a place to be 100% safe from all those traitorous trolls and humans. They never came to the Darklands voluntarily.
You've spent a good portion of your childhood there, so you probably don't see the place as anything bad. It's just another nice home where you, your mother and her subjects live and play all day and night.
The big fight and the portal thing happens and suddenly big Gunmar is here.
(Gunmar and Bular are totally your self appointed godfathers, at least)
You go and run to meet him, asking him to play with you, but Gunmar seems really unwell. Is he okay?
Gunmar takes some time to fully process the turn of events, and what he has to do now.
You're told more than you ever before about any conflict in the world right then and there. That Gunmar and the other trolls are trapped in the Darklands now.
Of course Gunmar knows better than to tell you of the war, that'd be way too hard on your innocent, pure whelp mind! So you get something along the lines of this:
You're told that bad monsters trapped you here, but Bular and your mother are outside and coming to free you very, very soon.
He paints your mother in a very heroic light, and you drink it up because as if a child like you would think of your mother as anything else than a hero.
Gunmar now has his trolls and court take care of you, keeping you entertained and trying to keep as many things as the same as they were before for you. You probably will have to deal with worse food though.
This means you living the majority of your unnaturally long life in the Darklands.
Now that your mom's gone, you'll enter a rebellious stage sooner or later. You don't really take what rules the gumm-gumms give you seriously since they're not your mom!
You'll live with uncharacteristically much freedom for a yan!parent's kid, or any kid for that matter.
Gunmar of course cares about you, but is by no means a yandere or good at raising human whelps, so he kinda leaves you to your own devices and let's you do whatever. He doesn't really give you any rules or whatever.
It's the servants who are responsible of your raising and if you get hurt.
You'll probably start to manifest magic in your time down there, making you even harder to contain.
In other words, you're living your best life, causing chaos, playing around with nobody to discipline you and even if you get caught messing around you'd be able to point a finger at any of your servants and Gunmar wouldn't doubt you for a second.
Now then, you've lived the majority of your life with the gumm-gumm's, you have like no experience of people being mean or other's taking advantage of you, and the little human mannerisms and morals you have came from your mother in a distant childhood.
= an innocent but very immoral teen, who probably doesn't act their age and has very weird logic and mannerisms.
I'd imagine you'd think disemboweling some creature because you were curious of what was inside was totally fine because you've done that with the worm-monster-things in the Darklands and the gumm-gumms didn't bat an eye.
The little interaction you've had with the "Surfacelands" has probably been the little trinkets and weird trivia by the changelings or goblins who've been able to traverse through the small gates.
For the longest time you probably didn't even care about the surfacelands, since you've got everything you'd ever want here ('cept your beloved mom...), but kids tend to get more curious and adventurous when they grow up to their teens.
And then some additional things about the changelings! They're probably a bit concerned with how you've grown, being the only ones who understand what is "normal" for a human your (mental) age, but won't be able to bring themselves to tell you to stop or inform you about right and wrong, lest they want Gunmar to rip their heads off for making you upset.
On top of that, being nearly direct creations of Morgana, I think they'd hold you on an even higher pedestal than the other gumm-gumms. We've seen the Janus order treat Morgana like a goddess at times, perhaps their view of you would be something akin to a messiah or something similar.
In conclusion, once again, like with everything else in your life, you're being kept in the dark about it.
Then bam-bam-Baam! The trollhunter has entered the arena!
You start finding the most delicious brown sticks wrapped in silly crinkly paper around the Darklands and collecting them.
Then one day you're running around the castle from your servants and notice a weird changeling in the dungeon!
He's acting all weird and panicky and doesn't seem to recognize you, and on top of that all he's still in a human form. You introduce yourself merrily and scurry off in search of something else to do, maybe to find more funny crinkly paper with super tasty sticks inside!
Meanwhile Jim is had a slight heart attack, because first of all, he saw a human in the Darklands and his first thought was that they had fell into the Darklands and were in great danger. They seem fine though, even pretty cheery for someone in such a place, introduced themselves and ran off before Jim has any time to tell them to help him out.
Then Nomura goes and casually tells him that's MORGANA'S FREAKING CHILD.
Meanwhile you go to ask uncle Gunmar why there's a funny changeling who's looking like a human
Gunmar almost does a spit-take and tells you not to go there anymore. He's an monstrous criminal and your mom wouldn't want you associating with such trash
Hah, referencing your mom, works every time. One more point for Gunmar and his masterful parenting skills... 'CEPT NOT THIS TIME.
Your no longer a kid who would just accept that as an answer and forget about it. No, you're an old kid, you're a teen and you know what Gunmar actually meant...
Clearly, this was one of the traitors against your valiant awesome hero mom and Gunmar just wanted to keep you safe.
But no fear! You're old now, and with your magic you can hold your own against some puny traitor weirdo! And so you go and sneak immediately after that to the weird changeling's cage
Jim is confused by you more than anything. You think your mom is the good guy? And he's evil??? Jim takes time to talk and explain things to you the best he can, and from what he can gather he's succeeding in lowering your defenses, even if by a little
You don't have much experience with lies, but you're sure he's tricking you. All your life is built up on idolizing your mother and she has never done anything bad to you or anyone before you.
But on the other hand, he doesn't seem mean at all. He seems really nice, even if he is weird. Maybe he's been tricked.
Eventually you come to the conclusion that this changeling is alright, only brainwashed. But then he says something about being able to go to the Surfacelands and your interest is immediately peaked. Your mom is there! If you manage to play your cards right you'll be able to free him from his tyrant overlords, meet your mom again and be a totally awesome mom-kid duo with supercool magic powers and save the world!
When Jim escapes you end up coming with on accident, teleporting into the gyre because you thought it looked fun right before they go through the portal.
I have a feeling that the surface trolls don't recognize you, you're existence was probably kept secret by Morgana, and are panicked when an additional "halfling" crashes outside.
Jim calms them down and you're immediately enraptured by what you see. The ceiling is suuuper high and has like, a million diamonds in it, and there are so many trees and colours and the floor is super soft. You can even hear singing from the grass.
Jim says you're Morgana's kid and if you hadn't been so invested in ripping grass off the roots you would've seen a total of five trollhunters nearly leaping to maul your ass
Jim and Nomura manage to stop them. Jim says that you clearly have no idea about what's going on, you don't know about any war and think your mother is well and alive and fighting to free the trollkind and vanquish evil. Nomura in turn says that if you get hurt all hell will break loose, the Janus order will definitely drop all subtlety and end the humans' families and friends before your body hits the ground, and the act of killing you will generally do no good.
You seem innocent enough, you're not doing anything bad, really. You're just looking at the trees.
"Hey, what's this?"
"That's a stag beetle- wait WHAT NO DON'T PUT IT IN YOUR MOUTH WHAT!?"
The group is uncertain of what to do with you. They could bring you to troll market but you'd probably either blurt out your mother's name and get killed, or try to attack the market because you think they're all evil.
They decide you need to be let in on the events slowly.
When Strickler sees you he has a near aneurism.
"WhY IS ThE chILD oF MOrgANa hERE?!?!"
They decide to let Nomura, Strickler and the humans to keep you with them and hidden from both Angor and the Janus order.
Turns out to be easier said than done, mostly because you keep teleporting around like it's nobody's business and are so blatantly clueless about how the human world works. Most of their stress is caused by having to keep an eye on you and stop you from casually stealing things or ripping some poor lady's hand off because you liked her rings.
You are mostly confused by it all, and why you can't do certain things, but don't mind it too much. The world feels really alien to you, even if it's pretty, and a part of you is happy that there's someone to guide you through it. But you're getting more and more frustrated with the lack of your mom, nobody believing that your mother is the righteous heroine in the story and that you're constantly told not to do this and that.
Despite all the effort, it doesn't take much time before the Janus order finds out about you.
We all know that Otto is a major bootlicker of Gunmar, but just you wait until he finds about you.
The second you're found out about all their resources are on bringing you to base.
Happens pretty smoothly after he explains that he's working for your mother. You join voluntarily and enthusiastically.
Otto practically worships the ground you walk on, and you bet your ass he has a huge room filled with anything he thinks you could possibly want made for you in 1 day sharp.
Gunmar is shocked to see you on the Surfaceworld, and makes it clear to Otto that if any harm comes to you or you get sad/mad he will bite Otto's head off.
Also, Morgana.
Morgana is absolutely panicking now that her baby's in the surfaceworld without her around. She's extremely happy to see you once more, to see you've grown up happy, but oh god she has to be there with you! She has to hold you, keep you safe!!!
She tries her damnest to contact you, to make you see she's here for you, but to no avail. Although you are cruel and selfish at times, it's not because of any darkness inside you, it's because you don't know any better. So she settles for the next best thing, she tells her changelings to keep you safe, inside and entertained and orders them to hurry with bringing her back. Everyone's working overtime now.
Meanwhile you're having fun again. Everything's like it's been before, you've got toys and playmates and everyone's doing their best to keep you happy, but...
You kind of miss the trollhunters... Your... Friends...
You haven't had a mutual and equal relationship for a long time, not to mention they taught and showed you so many incredible things... You kinda want to see them.
Morgana's ripping at her ghost-hair when you sneak out to meet with the trollhunters.
You're still adamant that they have no idea what they're talking about, but you're having so much fun with them.
You don't play in any team to say, you just kind of pester and get into shenanigans with the trollhunters when they're not fighting your own allies. If they are, you just shrug, say "Then stop being evil" and teleport away.
When the Heartstone saga happens you're watching mostly from the sidelines until someone says something along the lines "something something free Morgana."
The first time you actually fight is in that battle. You're a difficult opponent, teleporting around and being able to cast minor dark magic at your foes.
It's not like you contributed much to the fight, your side won in the end either way.
This is the first time you actually see the trollmarket and its trolls. If it would've been you from before, you would've shown no mercy, partly because you didn't really grasp the concept of death and partly because they were traitors, but now... You know better about death and empathy, and you have at least a tiny bit of understanding that these trolls are just misled, not completely at fault or evil.
I think this also the first time Angor sees you. He's shocked for many reasons, 1. you've grown so much, look at you! Just like your mother! 2. You're in the surfacelands? He thought you were in the castle in the Darklands. 3. You're fighting so valiantly for your mother, he's so proud of you!
This all ends when Morgana breaks free.
It takes about 0.00001 seconds before she has you in her tight embrace. It's a really emotional moment for the both of you.
Uuuntil all the eternal night and all you shall die stuff.
You're standing beside your mother with the brightest smile on your face when she gives the speech. All the troops are here and now you can free the Darklands and go to the surface world and when all the bad trolls are defeated you can live in Arcadia with all the people you love and-
That smile falls like stone when Morgana attacks her own troops
You cling to her and ask her to stop. You don't understand, this isn't right!
Morgana in turn just smushes your face and coddles you, telling that it's fine.
You ask if she's gonna hurt the humans and she says she'll kill every single one of them.
You're very against this, but keep quiet and feel silently torn. You don't know what to think.
I feel like Angor seeing you so troubled played a tiny part in his betrayal too.
You notice very quickly how tight Morgana is holding your wrist and she doesn't let go. You ask her to let go of your hand and she refuses, looking at you with frantic eyes. For the first time, you feel like something is very wrong. She starts dragging you around with her, acting all cheery and gleeful with you here.
No, this isn't right... You don't want this...! This is all wrong!
You start struggling, you want your freedom back, you want to go be with your friends and everyone else!
Morgana recognizes this as a sign that she should probably wipe your mind again and takes away all memories of time she was gone.
Now you're back to normal, back to the bright-eyed little child who clung to her hand like always and Morgana's happy.
When Merlin and the others come to stop her, you're still with her and she tosses you to the side, away from the harm, and you dutifully stay in place like your mother asked.
Merlin, more out of spite than anything else, nullifies all of the memory wipes Morgana had performed during your life and you're back to normal, now with the realization that your mother isn't all what she was cracked up to be.
(Now Angor has seen Morgana kill his comrades, had his soul stolen, witnessed Morgana traumatize, memory-wipe and employ some very dubious parenting tactics on you, so he really is at his wits end here)
Now they have one more mage against Morgana in the final battle, even if you're heartbroken and reluctant to face off against your own mother.
(Yes, this is my cheap excuse for saving Angor)
Morgana stares right at you as she is sealed to the shadow realm with such heartbreak.
Morgana's child, ripped away from her once more!
She's way too attached to you and waaay too far gone to think it's your fault for betraying her. No, it's Merlin's, it's the trollhunter's, ANGOR ROT'S!!
She's furious, she will have you back, she will SLAUGHTER everyone on that damned land to save you! You two will rule together like you were meant to, you would be happy in her wonderful world without traitors or humans, just the two of you! She'll save you from all those monsters, those delusions they put in your precious little head! If only you hadn't known, you shouldn't have known, you're still a child, too young to have to know the cruel world of grown-ups, if only they would've let her keep you in the dark and safe!!! She's in hysterics.
Meanwhile, you are too. You are absolutely heartbroken, soul-shattered. To you, you've just killed your own mother. No matter how cruel she was to others around you or how restricting she was to you, you loved her so much. Your gumm-gumm family's all gone, killed by the friends you sided with.
You have no idea what to do anymore.
Angor and you probably move together, him being the only one understanding how close you were with your mother and the fact that you feel truly alone now.
There is a minor outrage with the trolls when they hear about you and your heritage, but you are ultimately left alone due to the fact that you assisted in bringing Morgana to justice.
You're enrolled in Arcadia High, and although it starts rocky with your now estranged friends, you start to move on with everyone's help and support.
You're now an honorary trollhunter and in the process of getting to understand humankind and it's culture with just slightly less insane friends and family, and living the closest approximation to a normal human life possible.
Happy end! Jesus, this got long. Okay, I dub thee "Momgana's teen AU"
This could be an entire fic. Honestly I love this. Morgana is so well written and the Orders absolutely hilarious. I also love dad Gunmar and Gum Gums trying to reign in a magical teen lmao
Honestly remind me a lot of Dawn. Thankyou so much for this gift!!!!! 🎃 🎃 🎃
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The Final Bell- Chapter 18: Tattoos and Trouble
Chapter warnings: mild language
Word count: 1932
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Five days. That's how long it had been since they'd seen Taeil.
Four days. That's how long it had been since they had watched Jungwoo get eaten alive.
Zero days. That's how long it had been since any of them thought about it.
They were satisfied with how much of the city they had searched, and honestly, none of them wanted to stay a second longer. When they made it back to the van, they were unsure of what to do. Taeil and Jungwoo were really the only members who were good at driving. Y/N could do it, but she was still having a borderline panic attack. She had thrown up two more times on their way back, and was only able to stop because of the lack of food in her stomach.
They sat in the car, silent as she stared at the wheel.
"Y/N, I can try and drive if you want." Taeyong said. "Really, I watched Taeil do it all the time, I'm sure I could figure it out."
"I don't know if that's a good idea." She muttered, looking down, ashamed at her pathetic display.
"I have to agree with her on that one, there's no use in us getting into a car accident." Jaehyun said, leaning forward. Shaking her head and trying to snap out of it, she forced a smile.
"Really, I'll be fine. I can drive- where are we headed?"
"Back to Johnny's." Taeyong said. He hadn't explained his reasoning for this, but no one was really in the mood to argue. Putting the car in drive, she set off.
Since then, they had made it to Johnny and were now getting their tattoos fixed. Again. He had offered to let them stay there for as long as they needed. Jaehyun was against this, demanding that they had to find Taeil, but Johnny was insistent that he would be fine. That being said, she wasn't expecting them to stay this long. It was only on the fourth day that they even started the tattoos. She guessed everyone just needed some time.
The sun was just setting, bathing the area in what felt like a menacing orange glow. Taeyong was getting his line done first. It took more than a moment for each person, both because of the sanitation, as well as the fact that each was likely to have a conversation with Johnny. After all, he hadn't actually interacted with them much since they had arrived.
They were sitting around the fire, much like they had not even a week before when they came to get tattoos. Y/N was staring into the flames, struggling within her own mind. There was so much to think about, and yet she didn't want to consider any of it. It was a constant fight within her head to keep herself from letting the reality crash down. Of course she hadn't known these boys long, but they were already so ingrained as a part of her that to lose any of them was a living nightmare.
This world was cruel and awful and terrible, and it had taken three people from her, undoubtedly more from the others. It was the world that was turning Mark from a cheerful kid into a walking anger issue. It was the world that shut Jaehyun off from his emotions. It was the world that was forcing Taeyong to step up well beyond his comfort zone. It was the world that ripped friends apart, the world that dumped Taeil in the desert alone. She hated it.
Thankfully, the distraction that she was unable to create for herself appeared in the form of another victim.
"Hey. How are you holding up?" Mark came and sat down next to her, leaving an overly large distance. Whether he was worried for her discomfort or his own, he was obviously nervous.
"Fine, I guess. Just hoping that Taeyong lets us move out tonight."
"Yeah, me too. Don't worry, though. Taeil is resourceful, I'm sure he's already started a micro-nation and is ruling as their king by now." She laughed a little bit.
"If that's the case, he might not even want to come back." She joked, meeting eyes with him. While she was giggling, though, he looked... almost sad. "What's wrong?" His brow lifted.
"Oh, uh..." Stumbling for an answer, his shoulders sank. "I just wanted to say I was sorry, for... you know. Freaking out. It's kind of my fault that Taeil left so suddenly. You were nice to me, and I guess I must have gone overboard... It's not like you belong to me or anything, we're just- it's like- we just want to protect you, that's all. " She froze for a moment, but broke out into a smile.
"It's fine, if anything, I think you owe Taeil the apology."
"You're... not mad?"
"Of course not! You said sorry, didn't you? So it's all good." He smiled, leaning over to put his head on her shoulder, finally at ease. Of course, nothing could last.
"Mark. Get in here." Oh... she supposed it was his turn for the tattoos. She watched as Jaehyun left the tent. Had everyone but the two of them gone in? And... why was she going last a second time? She was confused, but decided to let it go. She had much bigger problems to worry about than some silly thing like that.
It took Mark longer than the other members to get his tattoo done. Watching the tent suspiciously, she thought back to the first time she had even come to Johnny's place.
"Don't mind him." Taeil said, sensing her discomfort. "He's just strange like that. Plus, he's probably upset that we didn't bring Mark."
"Why would he care?" She asked. "Are they related, or friends, or something?" Taeil shook his head.
"Not exactly. Mark's just his favorite for some reason. He's never explained it to us. Still, Taeyong doesn't like them to be together for too long. I think he's worried that Johnny will make too much of an impression."
Was there some conversation they were having? Or was Johnny purposely taking his time with this particular subject? I mean... it was just a line, right? When he finally emerged, she walked over, asking,
"What took you so long?" He shook his head.
"Nothing. It's your turn, go." She glanced over, where Johnny was leaning out of the opening, looks over expectantly. Unable to really do anything about the current situation, she entered the tent, looking around at the semi-familiar sight. The cot, the crates, the random scattered appliances- it was the same. The only thing that was remotely different was Johnny's clothing. Not in the sense that he was in a different outfit, though. Rather than his usual leather jacket, he was wearing a sweatshirt, and the sleeves were all the way down.
"Aren't you hot?" She asked.
"Have been since I was born." He smiled. "And that's some way to say hello."
"Not like that!" She grumbled, embarrassed even though she knew he was just messing with her. "I mean the hoodie. It's like eighty degrees out." He shrugged.
"So?"
"So, it's weird."
"Just lay down." She did as he told, lifting up her shirt. Since she had gotten the tattoo, nothing bad had happened, so she was unafraid to receive the modification. He placed his purple hand on her stomach, pulling it flat. As he did this though, his hand twitched, digging his nails into her skin just slightly.
"Ow-" She said reflexively. Gaze shooting up, but face stone still, he muttered,
"Sorry."
"It's fine." He started the line, but about halfway through he paused, picking up the needle. Not even a full second afterwards, his hand spasmed again, this time all the way up to the elbow. It was almost like a tic- it seemed like he could feel it coming.
"Is something wrong?"
"No." She expected more elaboration on that, but received none. He put the pen back to her skin, finishing the line. When he was done, he stepped back, looking at it. She strained to look as well. Surprisingly, the line was clean, despite the interruption. It looked like it had been neatly drawn with a fine ballpoint. Still, something was wrong- particularly with his left arm. Maybe it was coming off? Or finally dying? Regardless, she had to figure out a way to see it...
But how? There was no way he would show her voluntarily, at least judging on her previous question. He was definitely stronger than her, so brute force was out. She could try and check while he was sleeping, but... everyone was antsy to leave. Not to mention that Mark would be suspicious if she suddenly changed her mind and wished to stay. Finally, an idea came to her.
Swinging her legs out of the cot, she sat up. Rather than get out to the side as she normally did, though, she put her knees on either side of his. She leaned forward, getting uncomfortable close to his face and meeting his dark eyes. His expression still went unchanged, tone of voice curious.
"Can I help you?" She hooked a thumb under the bottom hem of his sweatshirt. "Woah," He said laughing. "Bit of a change of heart, huh? Aren't you worried your little friends will hear?" She gripped his waist. He obviously thought it was desperate, unaware that it was actually in fear. He leaned forward to softly kiss her. She hoped his eyes were closed as she clenched hers.
Come on! She told herself. Just a few more seconds! She forced a smile, saying,
"Let them." With that, she managed to get his sweatshirt off with little to no trouble, Johnny raising his arms quite easily with some strange look on his face. It was only then that she was able to see his arm. Where the clean seam used to be, it was now tearing and strained. Not only that, but the discoloration was settling just outside the barrier. It was slowly, but surely, sickening the rest of his body.
"I knew it!" She yelled, grabbing his elbow harshly as he coughed in pain. She held the forearm with one hand and his bicep with her other, trying to get a closer look at the issue. Eyes widening, he ripped it out of her grip, holding his elbow as if he had been burned.
"You bitch! I should have known you'd be doing some stupid shit like this! Get out!"
"No! When were you gonna tell us? What was supposed to happen? We were just gonna show up and find your dead body? Or your zombie one?"
"I hadn't figured it out yet! That doesn't give you the right-"
"Taeyong has been trying to help you, we've all been trying to help you, and-"
"I don't want your fucking help!" He yelled back, shoving her hard in the shoulder so that she fell back, nearly landing on the ground. "I thought I told you to get out!"
"But what are-"
"Out!" Angry, she stormed out of the tent, leaving him to put his shirt back on and marching towards the van.
"Woah, Y/N, what's the matter?" Taeyong asked, rushing over to her after watching the tail end of her outburst.
"I want to leave."
"Alright, well, let me talk to everyone, and finish up with Johnny, and I-"
"Well I want to leave now, so I'll be in the fucking car." She spat, marching towards the black vehicle. What an idiot.
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I was going to make a post apologizing for venting so much, but honestly I am not sorry and I am not sorry for oversharing, either, and I shouldn’t be and I shouldn’t have to be sorry that I am hurting and using one of the few outlets I have at the moment to talk about my pain.
I always feel like I have to prove myself and I have to do this and that to prove I’m not a burden, but that’s... Bullshit. I’m a living, breathing person, am I not? Is that not enough? It should be.
It was fucked up what these people did to me and I will say that and I will not be silent about it.
It is fucked up that someone I got into online discourse with over kinning a fictional fucking character wound up getting in contact with ex-roommates of mine, who stole my medical documents and shared those documents with this person I got into discourse with. It’s fucked up that they then proceeded to contact a man that emotionally, sexually, and financially abused me throughout the entire spans of our relationship, and then decided that because they didn’t like me that he never abused me and that I, in fact, abused him, despite the fact that at this point he’s a known predator and I am not the first of his victims, nor his only victim, and I unfortunately probably will not be his last victim either. It’s fucked up that then, they decided to contact my abusive father, who I escaped from in 2018 and have very purposefully not contacted since, not told him where I live, etc, and tried to doxx me in order to tell my abusive father my home address. It’s fucked up that they were trying to doxx me through pictures and videos I was uploading on my private Facebook account, which they accessed because one of the people I thought was my friend was actually not my friend at all and was happily, voluntarily sharing this information with all of them.
It’s fucked up that this same ex-friend of mine, who I have not spoken with in well over a year now, continues to try and harass me, to engage with me. It is fucked up and wrong that he has contacted my current friends, tried to slander my name, and TRIED TO PREVENT ME FROM GETTING INTO SAFE HOUSING because of this insane, incomprehensible grudge he has against me. It is fucked up that his partner literally gaslit me not only about a sexual assault I experienced, but about my overall behavior towards my then-roommates. It is fucked up that all of these people had a group chat dedicated to the organized harassment of my person, pretending that it was not a genuine hate group and was instead some sort of “support group” for people I had “abused.”
The worst thing I ever did to this ex-friend and his partner was tell them their relationship was unhealthy, because they were constantly, constantly with one another, and massively emotionally co-dependent despite having only been dating for a month, and that I had been down that road and that it was not a good road to go down and that I was concerned. That is the worst thing I ever did to this person, and somehow they twisted that and said I was trying to break them up in order to get with this friend, despite the fact that I was newly single after having been literally left for dead by my prior boyfriend (the same one that constantly abused and raped me.) and really didn’t have much of an interest in immediately entering another relationship. Both this friend and his partner would try to talk me into entering a poly triad with the two of them, an offer I nearly took them up on because I was hurt, and lonely. I am glad I did not. But they gaslit me about that, too.
It was fucked up how this person I had engaged in stupid, STUPID discourse with did all of that and interacted with all of these people who had seriously hurt me in real life, not online and then offered a non-apology to make themselves look like the better, bigger person.
It was fucked up how I was going to be on the fucking streets and so someone I thought I could trust offered to take me in while quoting a literal cult from a movie I enjoyed, and I accepted. It was fucked up how I moved across the country in with these two people I had never met before and scarcely spoken with, and how I never spoke to anyone aside from them for eight whole months, the final 3 of which I spent in complete isolation not only due to the quarantine but due to my overall situation. It was fucked up that at first they both bombed me with love and adoration and acceptance, preaching that we would be a family, and it would just be us, and any implication or mention of having anyone else join us was shot down or brushed away. Just the three of us. And they lovebombed me and bought me whatever I wanted and sang my praises, and behind my back I would learn both of them were lusting after me and in all likelihood the entire point of bringing me to Arizona was not to save my life, as convenient of a guise as that was, rather it was to add me to their harem. The love bombing, the coming onto me while intoxicated. The decision that maybe this wasn’t a good idea only after I would not accept their advances.
It was fucked up that I wasn’t informed the apartment was overrun with cockroaches and mold and probably bedbugs until after I had moved there and found out the hard way.
It was fucked up that I thought I had known someone only to discover they were a legitimate predator. It was fucked up to have that happen twice. It was fucked up to spend 3 months genuinely fearing for my life on a daily basis, only to be told that was an invalid fear because I had homicidal ideation (which they encouraged and sexualized despite me expressing that I did not like this part of me and that I wanted it to stop and that it was deeply viscerally upsetting me and made me feel sick and that I had constant nightmares about it) and how I’m the real predator, how they should be afraid of me, if anyone is to be afraid in this circumstance.
It was fucked up that so much of my progress with regards to my self esteem, self image, gender presentation was torn down by this person. It was fucked up to be slut-shamed by my own boyfriend, to practically be told that because I wore ripped up jeans without underwear I was a slut who was asking to be raped. It was fucked up to be told the way I dressed triggered him and that I needed to stop expressing myself because if a guy hit on me in public he would be triggered and jealous and that’s somehow my fault and my problem to solve and not his problem to solve in therapy. It was fucked up how I was roped into assisting him in stalking a 19 year old when he was 23, and how he spent nearly every waking hour talking about this boy he became genuinely obsessed with. It was fucked up that I had to watch this obsession get worse and worse and I feared for my own life because of it and I feared for and still fear for that boy’s life because of it and somehow that makes me the creepy bad one.
It was fucked up that he scattered bird seed for some reason on the living room floor and my cat started eating it and then vomiting up white foam and I was worried that because of his constant fucking carelessness for everyone and everything around him but himself I would have to let my pet die in my arms and watch her die in my arms because of his negligence and there was nothing I could do because at the time I couldn’t afford a vet.
It was fucked up that one day I came home to the apartment covered in blood and my immediate worry was that he had kidnapped and/or hurt this boy. It was fucked up that circumstances made me think that could be a possibility to begin with.
It was fucked up that the two of them can just go on with their lives, they can go by different names and pretend to be someone else and they’re virtually fucking fine, but I can’t and won’t, and I have even more trauma and baggage now meanwhile they’re off scott-free. It is fucked up that my praises were sung up until I stopped accepting their bad behavior and condoning it and then suddenly I was the devil itself, that we went from “I hardly remember life before you came here, you make this house feel like a home, you’re family to me, my life is so much better because of you” to just... tearing me down and threatening my life, actively and purposefully and without regret or remorse and constantly demonizing me.
It was ALL fucked up and wrong and absolutely fucking none of this needed to or had to happen, and it is fucked up that all of them are just happily getting away with it and are able to so easily demonize and blame me despite fucking abusing and tormenting me for so, so long because I dared to get angry, I dared to stop taking the bullshit, I dared to be mentally ill and to trust them with my thoughts only to have them warped and perverted and to be groomed and to be wound up like a fucking toy, wind me up and watch me go.
It was all fucked up.
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[ Stained Glass (Fragments): Black & White Pt. 3]
Farona would never understand what it was like when he saw her alive so many years later---animated and eyes shining with that same something. He thought her to be a hallucination, a ghost of memories that had since been buried so deep inside of him that he didn't know how to function properly when they surfaced.
It was the second time his black heart skipped a beat.
That dormant, dust-laden desire to understand what shined deep within those eyes came back to life right along with her. He forgot who it was he had been specifically targeting to kill that day. Suddenly, all that mattered was finding a path to her. He watched her as intently as he had many years ago. He studied her behavior and her interactions.
He rearranged the pawns in his mind until he formulated a plan that would give him the opening he needed. And she fell right into his hands. Everything worked out the way that he expected it to.
Except for one thing.
Yune had not been prepared to be drawn to her again. She had changed---she was different now than the scared girl with the light in her eyes. Instead of being repulsed by her infection of human behavior and ways of thinking, he was intrigued. And he was poisoned by the selfish thought that he could dissect her like a piece of fine art and plant the seeds of doubt that would gradually turn her in his direction.
He underestimated her.
Even after all those long months of traveling together, of learning so much about her, Farona stubbornly remained on her own path. He was frustrated with his inability to pull her away from everything else---those idiots she called friends, the knights she was loyal to, even complete strangers that she would rush in to save or protect. She valued them. She valued their useless, disposable lives.
And yet, the more he saw of her, the more he learned about her, the more Yune wanted her.
He didn't understand this side of himself. Over the years they had been apart, she should have felt like a stranger, like something untouchable that would have no use in his plans and endeavors. He had done well for himself in her absence. He didn't need the uncertainty and the chaos she introduced to his carefully laid out plans. She was hindrance---a downright problem, even. He was ages behind in what he set out to do since he dropped everything and started traveling with her. And anything that got in his way was easily dealt with and disposed of. He didn't need her.
But despite it all, he still wanted her.
Every smile, every laugh, every outraged noise, every cry of surprise, every sob, every stubborn stomp of a foot, every embarrassed blush, every fidgeting finger, every lock of fiery reddish hair, the full depths of those limitless oceans that were her eyes...
But he waited, patiently. Because Yune believed, above all else, in the cruelty of humanity. If he waited, she would walk right into his arms when she realized that she never belonged anywhere else. It was only a matter of time.
And it happened. She was identified. Everyone she foolishly believed in, every other hand she had taken in his absence, all of them pushed her away and threw her to the ground. Not even her adored childhood friends were there to pick up here pieces when she broke and shattered. She was a wounded animal and Yune saw his opportunity arise at long last.
He went in for the kill.
Perhaps he had been too quick to lay everything at her feet at once, but he thought that the added confusion would help him capture her piece at long last. And he had no desire to hold the truth from her any longer. For the first time, he wanted her to see him without the mask---to be the first to see him for everything that he was.
Yune wanted her to remember the boy whose hand she took, who she smiled at, who had lived through hell, just as she had, to miraculously meet her again.
But in the end, it didn't work in his favor. Even after everything she knew and believed in had been torn down before her eyes, she would still not give in. She still refused to turn her back on humanity, even after humanity shunned her, put a price on her head, and ripped away the illusion she spent so many years building around herself.
Telling her that he tried to kill her supposed 'best friend' and murdered a huge amount of people was perhaps not the wisest course of action, but at that point, he already knew that she would refuse him. At that point, he was prepared to take her piece by force. Plan B had already been sitting in his pocket.
And Yune regretted none of it.
Whether Farona realized it or not, the seeds of doubt were planted that day. Underneath the base of her white piece, she was tainted with a tinge of black. And this was only the beginning.
He had time. By another twist of her wild unpredictability, she was staying with him voluntarily. And she had already handed him a pair of shackles to attach to her. He had a grasp on her that was stronger than the toughest steel trap that a smith could craft. Keeping her in line with him now was as simple as threatening to take a life.
Unable to resist the sudden urge, Yune leaned over and stretched his arm out, just far enough to brush a lock of reddish-pink hair from the sleeping woman's eyes. She stirred the slightest bit, her nose wrinkling cutely, and curled her arms up in front of her like paws.
"What are you dreaming about, kitten?" he wondered aloud.
She didn't answer. He let his fingers graze just the side of her cheek before he finally retracted them and settled back against the tree he was seated in front of. Yune watched her in silence for awhile, still able to make out her features clear as crystal even after the final flickers from the fire were long gone.
Idly, he tugged one of the white rabbit ears perched on the band across his head.
"Why bunny ears, anyway? You're an elite. People aren't gonna take you that seriously with those on, you know."
"And I suppose you think fluffy ear muffs are attire fit for a formidable lord knight?"
The way she flushed made him grin.
"I---I just like them, all right?" she sputtered, looking away and crossing her arms.
"I told you before, did I not?" he shrugged with a half-smile. "Women happen to find these ears very charming. They suit me."
Her sea-colored eyes narrowed where they were focused all too intently on a bush a few yards away. "You're full of crap," she mumbled. "You don't even let girls touch them."
His grin curled with a teasing glint. "Oh ho, so you want to touch my bunny ears, is that it? By all means!"
"H-Hey! I never said--! Gack--! Get away from me!"
Yune's lips lifted up against the hand he was leaning into at the memory, letting go of the ear he had in his grip and watching it bounce a few short times in front of his eyes.
He never had told her the truth about why he chose this headgear in particular. Though by now, she had probably guessed at least part of it.
Things like fluffy bunny ears made the wearer appear cute or harmless and nonthreatening. It was a great way to disarm people, helpful in earning their trust, and to fool them into unconsciously underestimating you.
And perhaps there were a fair amount of headgears that could accomplish that same thing, but his choice was made about a week after he had become an acolyte to study in the Prontera Parish. His horns were barely pushing past his skull and it was almost impossible to see them, but he always wanted to be several steps ahead. Even as a teenage boy, he never stopped storing and using information as he saw fit. He manipulated the people around him and found ways to accomplish his goals and get what he wanted while maintaining the upper hand in any given situation.
Early one morning, he had been sent by the priest at the head of his acolyte division to collect several bottles of holy water. The Aqua Benedicta spell was laughably simple and it was little more than a waste of time, but Yune wore his sheep clothing very well. The more complacent he was, the more they trusted him and the more they opened up new doors for him to rise to the next level.
He collected each bottle of charmed holy water just east of Prontera's walls and was prepared to head back to the church when he spotted a blacksmith lounging out in the grass, seemingly taking a break. Yune had little interest in the human, but noticed a small white lunatic rabbit bounding carefully up toward the dark-haired man.
Robes full of holy water, he paused to watch as the nameless man eyed the small, harmless monster and got to his feet---
---and promptly smashed his booted foot down right over the little bunny, which squeaked in agony before it stopped moving.
The blacksmith mocked the lunatic by calling it a weak rat and dug his heel into the already crushed form of the creature on the ground before walking away with his arms flexed behind his head like he had just done something completely natural and common.
In that moment, Yune had decided that the headgear that would hide his horns would be a bunny headband. It was perfect.
Crushing humans beneath him while wearing the guise of something harmless and docile would be all too satisfying. Human cruelty knew no bounds. Whether children or passive, defenseless little monsters, they believed they had the right and the power to decide their fate.
Two could play at that game.
Child and monster, molded together, created a demon they could never be prepared for.
And Yune wouldn't have it any other way. He relished in taking humans by surprise, flipping the switch and making them realize that the wolf had been in the den of mindless sheep the whole time, just waiting for the right time to strike.
Murder was second nature to him by now. Killing was empowering---taking him one step closer to his goal while unleashing retribution upon a race and species that deserved to be eradicated. And using them even after death to assist in his plans was like the extra little cherry on top.
It was only a matter of time.
But something about his conquest wouldn't feel right---wouldn't feel complete---without one key thing.
His blood red eyes drifted back over to the young woman on the ground.
Farona slept on, appearing at peace with wherever her dreams had taken her.
#ragnarok online#high priest#lord knight#ro high priest#ro lord knight#stained glass writing#yune hiraze#farona#the truth about those bunny ears ahaha#yune has reasons for literally everything#sorry for the delay in updates and such#been a bit down lately#but i hope a few people are still enjoying this#Yune POV
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Min Yoongi: Just in Case
I found this in my computer, I spent the last hour editing the story a bit but as always, you know I’m too lazy to proofread so bear with me
Warnings: SMUT (it’s me... duh)
You had been friends for a while now, and it’s obvious your friendship slowly became so much more. At first it was a just crush, but then you both realized that along with the sexual attraction there were feelings involved.
So, with that being said, you care about each other and that’s clear, but the big elephant in the room is that long unresolved sexual tension that all your other friends keep pointing out.
“Why don’t you just take him clubbing, have a couple drinks and all that. He’s a guy, he’ll take the hint if you start rubbing your ass all over him on the dance floor” You chuckle at the thought of taking Yoongi clubbing. You have never in those years of knowing him evee heard him voluntarily suggest going out to dance. You friend obviously doesn’t know this guy as well as you do. “He would find it weird if I take him to a club all of the sudden when I know he hates that scene. And on top of that you want me to start grinding on him in front of people? He would freak out or think that I lost my mind… That’s not a good idea”.
Little do you know Yoongi’s friends keep suggesting similar things to him so he can show you he sees you as more than a friend.
“Hyung… take her out to watch a horror movie. She will get scared and want you to hold her, all girls do that with the guy they like don’t they?”
Yoongi lets out a big sigh and rubs his temples, why did he think it was a good idea to let his members know he has a crush on you? Well, in his defense he didn’t come out and say it out loud, more like, they confronted him about it and he didn’t deny it. “She’s not like that Jungkookie, she loves horror movies, she won’t be scared. And she’ll think it’s fucking weird if ask her out to the movies in the first place when she knows I don’t even like going on my own. That’s not a good idea”
So you both keep playing dumb until one day, Tae and Hobi invite you to a BigHit party held at the company building. They broke another record and they only have time to celebrate for a couple hours there before everyone has to get back to work.
It’s nothing fancy but you want to look put together so you throw on a cute summer mini dress and call it a day.
It starts getting hot with all the staff crammed into one big (but now seemingly tiny) room so you take your jacket off and now you’re not just showing off your toned legs, but a decent amount of cleavage as well.
“Hey, I’m surprised you’re still here, I thought you would have ditched everyone and go back to your studio by now” You say to Yoongi when you make your way to him after seeing he’s still in the room “Yeah, I think it would be rude if I just stayed for 30 minutes and left when even Bang PD is still here”
You caught him stealing glances at you from across the room ever since you got here; it makes you feel really good every time his eyes linger at your legs or at your ass when he thinks no one is looking. You want to be sure he wants you in the same way you want him, so after a couple glasses of champagne and with him looking like a snack in those light ripped jeans and black sweater you finally build up the courage to find out.
“All these years and I think this is the only time I’ve ever been to your work place you know?” You start innocently, testing the waters to see what his response to that could be, secretly hoping he takes the hint
“That’s because I’m away a lot, and when I’m here I’m always in my studio or in the dance room working, it would be boring for you if you came” You’re sure he’s not following, because he’s not lying, all he does is work when he’s at the company building
“So you wouldn’t give me a quick tour if I asked you to right now?” You choose to add a bit of flirtatiousness to your question this time, tilting your head and licking your bottom lip in the process, to hell with subtleness. He stares at your lips for what it seems like an eternity, matching your gesture and licking his own lips in the process, then looking around as if to see if anyone is paying attention to your interaction and then smirks at you like he does on stage to rile up armys because you’ve told him that’s very sexual and he definitely knows what he’s doing to them, only this time, you know he wants you to know he’s flirting with you, something he has never openly done before.
“I would, if you want to let’s go” And he leads you to the exit, walking past some of his members, staff and his managers. All of them know about you and try their best not to show their knowing smiles as they watch how he puts his hand on the small of your back when he opens the door for you.
You walk down the corridor next to each other, you take the elevator and visit a couple floors where he shows you the snack room, some of the practice rooms, the gaming room and some of the rooms you’ve seen them on vlive. There’s some conference rooms open so he shows you those as well, and finally you end up in the studios floor, he motions to the other member’s studio doors but of course you won’t intrude so you just take a mental note on where Hobi, Joon, JK and some of the producers you know are located.
“This is me” You can tell of course, the doormat with the cat is still outside his door, you can’t miss it.
“Where’s the eye scan? Should I cover my eyes and ears so I won’t figure out the password?” You giggle as you tease him, he chuckles and leans over until his lips are more next to your jaw and not your ear, he whispers the code to you and he makes you shiver in excitement
He then motions to the door as if urging you to try it. You enter the numbers and the door opens. You can’t believe he actually gave it to you. This means he trusts you right? This action makes you even weaker at the knees, it feels like such a romantic gesture coming from him, and while you know other people wouldn’t get it, you know his privacy is a huge deal to him, and he doesn’t go around confiding this type of things to just any person.
He trails behind you and closes the door as you take in his sacred work space. There are a couple screens with the legend “GENIUS LAB” on them so you know they’re on, there are lots of computer and music equipment in there, several keyboards and some microphones. His chair of course, and at the back there’s a modest size black leather couch with a neck pillow, blanket and what appears to be some of his clothes scattered on the floor.
“You really do live here don’t you? All you need is a shower installed and this would be your second home”
“Actually, the showers are down the hall, next to another practice room” He points out with a big grin
“So you have everything you want in here huh?”
“I do now” Your back is facing him so you don’t notice the look he gives your when he says this right away so you just nod. When you turn around he’s gripping the back of his chair so hard his knuckles are turning white, Yoongi is holding back from doing something you might not want, damn his self control. And then you catch the double meaning behind his words… he doesn’t mean he has everything he wants in here now because he can afford it, he means he has you here now, and he wants you.
You trail your finger along the back of his chair without missing his hand and start walking towards the door
“C’mon, I want to see this snack machine on the lounge that Tae keeps raving about” You watch Yoongi swallow and look down at his feet for a second with disappointment written all over his face. He comes towards you and as he grips the handle to open the door you place your hand over his and he stops dead in his tracks and looks at you.
You back him into the wall with your hand barely touching his tummy and you make sure to look him in the eyes and give him more than enough time to dodge you if he doesn’t want this.
You can’t deny you’re scared, you’re about to kiss him and he’s not doing anything, he’s just staring at you with those beautiful brown eyes that you love so much.
You hear him gasp right before your lips touch his, it’s barely a peck on the lips, but you take a step back to read his reaction… nothing. But he’s not pulling back, so you give him another peck, this time on the side and then on the other, finally you do it one more time before you feel his lips start moving against yours. Very lightly, almost hesitatingly
Yoongi is not 100% he’s not imagining this, you kissed him, you finally kissed him, not once, but 4 times now and his body starts reacting after the initial shock has passed. He allows himself to close his eyes and delicately place one hand on your waist and the other one on your cheek. You lovingly place yours on his chest and the both of you get more into the kiss.
It ends all too soon for your liking but his phone starts vibrating against his pocket and you take a step back so he can check who it is.
He mumbles a little sorry, and he checks his phone briefly before turning it off and shoving it back in his jeans. You take in is appearance in the seconds it takes him to do that, his cheeks are slightly tinted and he’s smiling from ear to ear, he looks adorable, not a word most men want to be associated with but that’s what he looks like.
You stare at each other with big grins on your faces before giggling a little. You haven’t said anything yet but it’s not necessary, you think those innocent kisses are the most you’re gonna get out of Yoongi today and that’s okay, so you try to open the door so you can continue your tour around BigHit and hopefully end the night ordering takeout at your place or something before you feel him pull you towards him to kiss you again. You feel his smile against your lips and you feel so happy that you’re making him feel the same way.
This time without interruptions the kisses that once started as innocent start becoming more passionate, and sensual as you trace his bottom lip with your tongue the way you’ve watch him do it so many times before, the way you’ve been dying to do it for so long before biting it gently and you hear him moan. His hands are still gripping your waist but yours start rummaging his chest, his shoulders and hair, tracing your fingertips down his neck gently before trailing one hand back down to his hips and the top of his thighs. That’s when he inadvertently bucks his hips against yours and you feel him rock hard and ready for you. “Shit… sorry” His voice is drowned by a moan and by the way you press yourself against him even harder he guesses he doesn’t need to apologize for getting a boner while he was kissing you. You tug at his hair and squeeze him through his jeans, he grunts and starts kissing your jaw and neck while his hands slowly make their way to your ass. “Wanna sit on the couch?” He asks you with the raspy sensual voice you’ve only heard when you call him after he just woke up.
Instead of replying you start walking towards the couch while holding his hand to drag him with you. Then you push him down and without a second thought you straddle his lap and you both moan at the contact. You waste no time and start moving against him in a tantalizing motion, his hands find their place on hips again, this time to help you find a rhythm. Yoongi looks at you with adoration written on his face as if you weren’t grinding your pussy on his clothed cock.
You start kissing him again; you can’t get enough of each other.
“Do you want to touch me?” You moan and place his hand on the inside of your thigh as he nods. He starts slow, caressing your soft flesh in a teasing manner; never touching you in the place you need him the most.
You start whining and he chuckles “Cute”
You had enough of his teasing, so you move his hand to touch your heat and he automatically starts rubbing your through your panties. After a while you feel his thumb hook on the side of your underwear and you take the hint. You make a point to look him directly in the eyes as you move your panties to the side so he can touch you properly.
“So pretty” you catch him muttering under his breath, he’s talking to himself but the compliment makes you feel like a Goddess. You start unbuttoning his pants and keep kissing and nipping at his jaw and neck, running your fingers through his hair like you do in your dreams. His heavy length feels just right in your delicate hand, you begin pumping him and when you can’t take it anymore you shove his finger inside you leaving him in a bewildered state. You’re moaning loudly now, if anyone could hear you they would think Yoongi is watching porn right now because you sound beautifully sinful. “More, I need more, please”
He curls his finger inside your velvet pussy and takes it out only to add another one “How many do you want?” My God… you’re not sure how either of you is going to act once this is over, once your lust is satiated and you both remember how you were begging for Yoongi to finger fuck you and he was asking you how many fingers you could take.
“Two…three, I don’t know…. Oh my God, right there, don’t stop” And he doesn’t, he keeps rubbing your clit in circular motions and he scissors you, hitting that sweet spot when he curls his fingers just the way you need. You also keep pleasuring him, there’s precum all over your hand and his tip is angry red now, it’s only a matter of time before he cums.
You orgasm hits you when you feel his hot breath against your neck again, licking and kissing you while you cum around his fingers. You hold him tight and he returns the gesture, making you feel safe in his arms as you recover from your high. He doesn’t urge you to carry on so he can finish, and it makes him even more desirable in your eyes. Once you touch him again he whimpers and you can’t help but smile.
“I’m gonna cum… your dress” You feel him put the hand he used to finger your on top of yours as he cums so he doesn’t stain your dress, you hadn’t even thought about it… Such a gentleman… His grunts and the face he makes when he orgasms are so sexy. He looks thoroughly fucked with his messy hair, parted lips and a blushed face, neck and chest.
He grabs the t-shirt on the floor to wipe the mess, but before he can do anything you suck the two fingers that were inside you now also covered in his cum and you hum at the taste. He leans forward and kisses you tasting the mix of your juices. It’s so dirty, most guys are grossed out about tasting their own cum and you realize maybe Yoongi is not only exactly your ideal type in looks and personality, but also in bed.
He then proceeds to finish cleaning you up and you get off his lap so he can fix his pants and hair.
You expect it to be an awkward silence, maybe even a “This was a mistake” or something, but it doesn’t come. Instead he offers you a bottle of water that you happily accept and then place down in the coffee table in front of you once you take a generous sip.
“Are you hungry? We could finish the tour, or we could stay here and order takeout if you want. Or I can take you home and we could order takeout there” He tells you in a very gentle voice as he grabs the bottle water he just gave you and takes a sip of it, the action seems oddly intimate. And then you think, well you tasted his cum and he kissed you afterwards, so it’s not a big deal to him if you share a water bottle, it’s a stupid insignificant thing that makes you feel warm and happy inside.
“y/n… what do you want to do?” He’s looking at you as if the last 30 minutes didn’t just happen.
“I’m not that hungry, maybe a burger and fries, but let’s go to my place… I mean, if you don’t have work to do”
“No, that’s fine, let me get my keys then… they’re around here somewhere” He starts rummaging through his desk until he finds his keys and he comes over to where you’re still sitting.
“Did I stain your dress? Do you want to wear a hoodie on top? Let me see” Now that he’s addressing the*ahem* situation so lightly you know for sure he won’t make it awkard and you’re more than thankful.
“No, I don’t think so, let me check your sweater and your jeans” Once you’re both sure you don’t have any evidence on your clothes of the intimate moment you just shared Yoongi takes your hand in his and leads you to the door. Before stepping out he smiles shyly at you and pecks your lips once again.
“Hyung… we were just about to come look for you, there’s cake and if you don’t come soon there won’t be any left for you two. Y/N it’s chocolate, your favorite, hurry up” You bump into Jungkook, Jimin and Tae in front of the elevator and they seem oblivious to you holding hands, they’re all eating their cake and seem genuinely worried that you won’t get a piece if you don’t get back to the party. You love those guys.
“It’s ok, Yoongi is taking me home anyway guys, don’t worry” Yoongi is a man of few words, so he just nods in their direction and you enter the elevator, waving goodbye to the three men in front of you.
“Yah, hyung, she loves chocolate cake, the least you can do is buy her one on your way home then, a good boyfriend would do that” Taehyung says with a big sincere smile on his face right before the doors close when he finally realizes you’re holding hands, something he has never seen you and Yoongi do before.
“I will”
You’re both red as a tomato, Tae implied you are Yoongi’s girlfriend, and Yoongi didn’t deny it. He probably doesn’t think of you as that right now but it means he has no problem letting his friends know you two have a “thing” now.
“Do you want chocolate cake? There’s a bakery a few blocks from here. It’s a good bakery; Jiminie got Jin hyung’s cake from there last year, it was good” You can’t stop smiling like an idiot
“A chocolate milkshake would be better”
“Burger, fries and chocolate milkshake… Because you’re not that hungry huh?” He teases you and you both laugh
“Maybe we can get the cake just in case.” You exit the BigHit building and make your way towards Yoongi’s car, he opens the door for you and smiles at you before closing the door.
“Ok, just in case”
#bts x reader#bts x you#bts imagination#bts scenarios#suga x reader#suga x you#suga scenarios#suga imagine#suga smut#yoongi x reader#yoongi x you#yoongi smut#min yoongi smut
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Humans are Space Orcs
Part 5
Kneeling on the floor of the shuttle beside Kovac's body Wolf ripped open the medical kit and pulled out the TPAK needles and looked at the laminate instructions. He couldn't hear Panther over the screaming in his own head. Grabbing the first of the needles he unscrewed the cap and pressed his fingers into Kovac's chest, counting ribs, pointing his finger at the appropriate site he put the needle against the skin and pushed, it punctured the skin and drove into the muscle, once it was secure he drew the needle out and made it safe, nothing happened he checked the instructions again. Tissue embolus, snatching up the syringe he drew air into it and connected it to the needle. He depressed the plunger and when he detached the syringe he was rewarded with a prolonged hiss of air. He repeated it on the other side of the ribcage.
Knickers who had been trying to ventilate Kovac looked up with relief as Kovac drew a shallow breath. He drew two shuddering breaths and his breathing again started getting shallower.
Becca stared at the shuttle as it landed, behind her susserations passed through the unit as the whisper repeated themselves. "Kovac is dead?" "Kovac is dead!" Kovac can't be dead" "Kovac isn't dead!" "Kovac is dead" "Kovac..." "The Major..." her hands shook and she fought the urge to vomit. Her mouth was dry, her eyes burned, she had a metallic taste in her mouth and the tip of her nose seemed to tingle.
The doors to the shuttle opened, Wolf stepped out, a bound and gagged Flet chained to him and Panther. Gray, Ocampo Hemming and Richards stepped out. Then came a stretcher, beside it was Petra pale and tired looking. On the other side was Knickers who was staring at the Major's face till she stepped aside to let Dana and Staff King assess him. Then she looked up till she found Becca's face in the crowd.
"Massive left sided pneumothorax with resultant lower right atelectasis, hypovolaemic, query 2 minute episode of apnoea, sats 97 on 15 litres" Petra rattled off as Frank ran alongside the trolley.
Becca could still hear Petra talking as the doors swung shut on the med-bay. Wolf appeared at her side and gently steered her away from the crowd of soldiers into the side room. She managed two more strides before her knees gave way. Wolf guided her into a chair as she opened her mouth to scream and no sound came out. Trembling violently she felt Wolf's arms wrap tightly around her.
How long she they stayed like that Becca didn't know, but eventually she looked up to see Sergeant Panther, Captains Dorman, and Gillespie sitting in the room, standing leaning against the wall were Sergeants Fluke and Webb. Becca realised she was squeezing Wolf's arm with both hands, her nails had dug deep enough to draw blood from his wrist. Her fingers ached as she unclenched them. Wordlessly Panther poured her a glass of rum and passed it across, Becca downed it in one.
The door opened and a sombre looking Dana walked in, she looked at Wolf and then Dorman before crossing to stand infront of Becca.
"He's stable, we've repaired his lung but during the surgery...His heart stopped, he was down for nearly a minute. We'll have to run some tests when, if he wakes up."
Becca nodded numbly and tried to speak, she cleared her throat and tried again. "Thank you Dana, where's Frank?"
"Draining his last bottle of Courvoisier XO, I don't think he liked the part where the Major died." Dana's tone sounded angry.
"The problem with being the sort of man that earns love and loyalty like Kovac is people get upset when you die on them." Dorman said calmly, "I keep telling him he should try being unlikable like me."
"Does that mean I'm in command as senior officer?" Asked Gillespie, he winked at Becca and then Panther, "I think I'll reinstate prima nocta."
"Alright but Panther would break you little man," Becca said with a half-smile.
The officers began to talk and laugh, Dorman sent out the sergeants to talk to the men.
"She blames herself," Wolf said looking after Panther, "he was shielding her when he took the bolt."
Two days later Staff Sergeant King was glaring at the Major as he blew into a tube, "until I discharge you I am your commanding officer, I am emperor, king, high priestess and the Lord thy God, you can charm me all you want you mangy Scotch git, you are recuperating properly and doing your exercises."
"I'd tell you to get your oral fixation examined Frank but if blowing on this tube ten times a day will make you happy I'll do it. I will not be waiting over a month to heal naturally, now give me the AHMs so I can get on with my plan or I'll convince Angie to sneak me some, you know she'll do it too, and she'll take Petra down with her."
"If you have any kidney function left when this is all over I'll be amazed. Once this is resolved, I want you to come in for physio and a full medical check up."
"Once this is done I'll even let you check my prostate," Kovac grinned again.
The following morning Kovac laid in his bed while his officers sat around the room, Kovac asked about the prisoner.
"She seems willing to listen to us, I think she believes we can be manipulated." Dorman answered.
"I get the impression she is a little startled by the effectiveness of our raid and her capture. Our success has her worried."
"A huge success if you discount the Major's little problems," said Becca with a sneer.
"Everyone makes a fuss, i got injured. Hardly a fault of the mission, overall it was a complete success." Kovac replied.
"A complete success!? You fucking died!"
"Everybody makes a fuss," Kovac responded drawing a laugh from the others, Becca scowled.
Humans have a strange tendency to react to situations at a seemingly disproportionate level, small splits to their skin or a small shock can leave them "literally dying" an example of hyperbole. Kovac needing to be resuscitated on the operating table meant he said the injuries he had sustained, weren't ones he would reccomend.
The only thing bigger than a human's flair for the dramatic is a human's ability to down play something.
Kovac entered the room where the hostage was held, she eyed him as he crossed the room and as he sat in a chair she spoke.
"Major Radovan Kovac, formerly of the United Nations Galactic Defence Force then of the Galactic Council Defence Force and now leader of the human mercenary unit known as the Dark Horses, born Glasgow, Scotland in the year..."
"Impressive, you're Lorastayil claimant to the position of heir to the throne of the Flet Imperium, current prisoner to Major Kovac and judging by the speed of your heart, terrified of me no matter how calm you pretend to be," Kovac interrupted.
"My heart rate?" Lorastayil asked.
"The clip on your nose is taking measurements for us," Kovac raised a hand to silence the Flet. "Listen Kitty, we had a plan, it was simple, we use you to get to the rest of the royals and then we take all four of you out, we slip away into the darkness and watch as the rest of the royals fall apart trying to claim the top spot on the rubble, it would work. Believe me, I know how to topple governments I've done it before and Wolf, he's done it even more than me.
You know Wolf, he's the one that makes your heart skip a beat every time he glares at you, he has that effect on people."
Lorastayil stayed silent but her eyes never left Kovac's face, "however," Kovac continued, "while I'm sure pulling our plan off correctly would have been an end to this I'm not sure we would have achieved it without some losses and I've already lost one soldier over this, I'm not prepared to have another die to keep me alive, ironically it took dying to formalize my thoughts on this."
"The Flet Imperium," began the Flet.
"Oh do be quiet, the "Imperium" is barely two systems across and the only reason you get to keep it is because nobody wants it, everytime you've gotten expansionist the GCDF has slapped you down with one hand. You're a rogue state and the royal family makes you an easy mark to the sort of units that Wolf and I used to run, if I didn't care about collateral damage I'd break your little civilisation to teach you a lesson."
The Flet glared at Kovac and the Major held her gaze, "I have a plan however, one that keeps you alive, keeps my soldiers alive and puts an end to this."
Struggling to contain her anger Lorastayil stayed quiet for a few seconds before asking, "and what is this clever plan?"
"You take me back to Venita all the way to your capitol Genetry, we walk into the Royal Palace and you give me over to the Queen as your prisoner, you earn your place as heir apparent and the royal family win public support, I'm executed and my men are left alone. Now my men won't be happy about this, but because I'll do this voluntarily it'll hopefully take the edge off enough that they don't seek revenge."
"You'd die willingly?" Lorastayil asked her tone doubtful.
"No, not willingly but I'll accept it, better me than one of my men, that's the trick of being in command, my duty is to them, my leadership is the service I give them." He gave a sigh, "do you accept?"
"I have a choice?"
"Of course, I could always torture you till you agree to my first plan and we break your civilisation, not much of a choice but a choice none the less."
Kovac couldn't have successfully moved Lorastayil onto a shuttle secretly without assistance from Wolf, it appeared that Wolf was fully informed of the plan because as Kovac boarded the Shuttle I witnessed the two pause, shake hands solemnly and then part with a nod. An interaction I had never seen between the two of them before.
Unlike the human home planet, the Flet planet of Venita had developed as almost entirely a rainforest, since industrialisation much of the planet's growth had been cut back but it still retained it's verdant appearance. Even the capitol city of Gentry had a lot of green spaces. And in the centre, shining in the sunlight was the Royal palace, it's direct translation to human would be "glass" although the building was built from quartz.
Kovac walked with his head held high, for all appearances enjoying the view of the rain wet building gleaming in the sunlight. Kovac looked out of place in the light, bright building, wearing dark military fatigues his booted feet rang loud as he walked down the hallway. Around him walked his guards, soft footed and silent, despite their height and mass being greater than the human's they seemed diminished by him, or perhaps that was only my perception.
They paused before the great door to the hall, Lorastayil suddenly intense as she stared at Kovac.
"Do you want to die human? You seem at great ease."
"No, no I don't, I wish this could have worked out another way." He looked around, "it's beautiful here," he remarked absently, "I don't want to die but none of us choose how we die, even those poor souls who take their own life do so as a symptom of a disease often as not, the only thing you get a choice over is how you face your death. I'll stand on my own two feet and look it in the eye thank you." He gestured to the door, "shall we?"
The Flet Imperium is a culture devoid of much of the trappings of power that other civilisations cultivate. Pomp and ceremony; grandiose displays of power and privilege are not seen in the Flet royal court. In brief order Lorastayil was welcomed back, Kovac introduced and sentenced to death.
Kovac grinned up at the Queen and with a sudden movement had darted past the two large Kitty's that were nominally his guards.
"You know, I have read something of your culture and your laws, something the humans have known for Millenia 'know your enemy' a concept not respected by your finer military minds." Kovac stopped several feet from the throne, his guards closed in but hesitated to restrain him.
"For example, I know that Flet instinct will always be to trust in your claws not your hand held weapons, which puts the two guarding me at a disadvantage, while they are still suppressing the urge to resort to claws, I can instinctively fight with anything, in my reach...ask me about a pineapple sometime." As if to illustrate this point Kovac moved.
He sprang to his left into the nearest guard knocking it off balance, he butted his forehead into the side of its jaw with enough force to cause rotation of the head, the Flet spilled it's weapon and stumbled back. Kovac snatched up the dropped power lance but knowing he lacked the appropriate number of limbs to fire the weapon didn't pause in his movement but instead threw it hard as he could at the second guard who was still fumbling with its own power lance. The Kitty stumbled back and Kovac followed up with a flying knee to it's sternum knocking it flat.
As suddenly as he had moved he was still again, Kovac spread his arms wide as more guards converged on him.
"You see when I say I know you, I know you, so when I say I demand trial by combat, I know you are obliged to meet my demand and decide my fate inside the 'ring' as it were."
The Queen watched Kovac and gave a silent yawn, the Flet equivalent of a smile. "You may think you know us Major, however the demand for trial by combat is only something I'm obliged to honour if you are a subject, and that little display was designed to provoke me, provoke my anger but not all Flet are slaves to their rage." She raised two arms and then with another silent yawn gestured at her guards, "kill him."
Kovac backed up quickly out of the semi-circle of approaching guards, Lorastayil was watching him as more guards entered. Kovac produced a small curved blade, seemingly from nowhere and looked at the Flet heir.
"You know I rather liked the idea of meeting death while standing, but what I think I've always known is I'm going to go out kicking and screaming and fighting all the way." He looked around at the guards who were raising their power lance and I saw his weight shift.
Shots rang out, not the muted pop of a power lance but the sharp crack of human rifles. Several of the Flet guards dropped to the ground, Kovac was already moving towards the nearest Flet when Captain Wolf led the assault on the rear of the guard unit. From my vantage point of multiple awarenesses I saw Captain Becca kneeling just inside the entrance to the hallway and taking aim at the Flet queen. Sergeant Panther flanked by Barbie and Buckets closed in on one of the heirs, rifle shots ringing out everywhere.
Kovac my have been wrong about the precise laws and customs of the Flet but he wasn't wrong about their instincts, caught by surprise many of the Kitty guards dropped their power lances, instinctively wanting to use their own claws when provoked. Those that held onto their weapons were still slow in responding with fire themselves.
Kovac had already attacked the two nearest Flet his karambit knife slashing open throats and major blood vessels as he burst through the circle.
Captain Dorman led his troop in through the side entrance and more shots echoed through the hall. Kovac grabbed Lorastayil and forced her against a wall, the larger being letting the smaller human manhandle her. Their frantic conversation lost to the gun battle.
Moments later the hall fell silent, as the last Flet fell, two humans were down but both were moving, Petra and Angie moved between them and Sergeant Webb organised a stretcher team. Captain Becca began shouting orders and Sergeant Panther led the soldiers of 2 Troop out of the great hall.
Wolf reached Kovac and looked down at the dead Lorastayil, "She declined my offer of peace," Kovac said with regret in his voice. Looking up at his captain Kovac gestured around, "I thought you understood my reasons for not doing something like this?"
Wolf pulled Kovac across the hall his men closing in around them, "Oh I did, but the idea that a man was willing to lay down his life for the protection of his soldiers, well I have this feeling that sort of man is the sort I'd like to keep alive."
In the distance explosions boomed out as Captain Gillespie's mortar unit laid down sporadic fire across the military barracks.
"Your men were in agreement when I told them what you planned, apart from Staff King, he says he's saved you enough recently and stayed behind."
They hurried onto the extraction ship and as Captain Dorman counted his men back on Kovac looked around at his soldiers, his expression unreadable.
Captain Becca approached him and the ship went silent as she reached him and then punched him in the face.
"You bastard! She screamed, I nearly lost you and the first thing you did in response was try and get yourself killed!?" She drew back her fist again but Wolf and Panther restrained her, men laughed and Kovac pinching his bleeding nose approached his officers.
The time for awkward thank yous was later, they were still in Flet space now.
"The Frell sent us pass codes they...happened to have," Dorman said to Kovac's unasked question. "Once we were inside their airspace they have almost no security."
"Major have we started another war? What will happen next?" Gillespie asked, loud enough for the soldiers to listen in.
"Maybe, but I don't think so, I think the political powers will enjoy the loss of a faction from their halls of power and I think that whoever finally claims the empty royal throne, they'll be slightly grateful to us for getting them there and if not...they'll think long and hard before they decide to fuck with the Dark Horses again."
The End.
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Grenwich Falls
Grenwich Falls- What happens when a an unknown comes into the crossfire of a werewolf pack? No one is familiar with each other and no one trust each other..
GOT7/BTS au: non-idol, college students, werewolves, other wereanimals, and a few unknowns.
Warnings: Future chapters may contain smut, angst, fluff. Trigger warnings will be given when appropriate.
Main characters from each group will mainly consists of 94 and 97liners.
Chapter 1: The Meeting
Chpt 2
Word count: 3.2k
You knew what you were and you knew the chance you took coming to this university. People like you remained low and separate from others preferring to stay away from cliques that could never really pinpoint what or who you are. But you were tired of running tired of being a nomad with no claim to any space as your own and sure you could turn back to your parents and live life back in your small town with them and your little brother but what good would it do? They weren’t like you either. So after leaving home at 17 what else were you supposed to do now that you were 20 and truly unestablished. You did what everyone else did that was your age, went to college. For the past two years you had taken online courses at a university so you could roam from place to place exploring the states all the way from the west coast to the east but you missed companionship. After all that was a vital part of human nature to crave the company of other humans no matter the smaller percentage of that which was in you. It was however much greater than those of the other wereanimals.
So here you were moving into your apartment a week before the fall term was about to start with two werewolves as roommates and oddly a human with a strong were scent. She was marked, you figured that was the only way the other two females would have willingly chose her as a roommate. From what you knew werewolves didn’t associate themselves with non-wolves. This you had learned from your parents as they warned you that of all the were animals; “dogs” as they called them had the highest ego, traveled in the largest packs and thought that they were the superior of the were communities. Heck, there were even fully exclusive werewolf universities but none for your kind but yet here they were.
“Hi, my name is Andrea”, one of the girls extended her hand to you acknowledging your presence and company as a housemate.
She was cute, a description you’d normally never associate with a were but you could tell she was fierce as her hazel eyes lit like fire as you extended your hand to her in return. She was taking in your scent no doubt as you had done the same but like most reactions you’d receive her nose scrunched and she viewed you through slanted eyes with uncertainty. It made the hairs on your neck stand as your instincts immediately wanted you to become defensive. The other were girl took note of the exchange and rushed to Andrea’s side eyeing you warily.
A tiny sniff battle ensued as both girls slightly lifted their noses to the air and looked between each other as if gauging your scent. You knew what they wanted to ask but they dare didn’t because throughout all were animals you never asked what kind of were a person was. It was simply bad manners and left an ill taste in everyone’s mouth. That was the one mutual rule that all communities shared; unless said were voluntarily divulged their breed you’d ought to never ask. Of course most thought this rule didn’t apply to werewolves because they were proud to be wolves, travelling in packs, the stereotypical brute build and biker gang mentality wasn’t exactly overfitting when it came to their kind. And if you couldn’t judge from their aura they had no problem telling you just what they were.
“Ugh I absolutely hate when you guys do that!”, the blonde girl exasperated.
She was short and bubbly typical girl next door look, definitely not the type to be mixed with werewolves. She literally couldn’t be taller than 5’2 and the baby pink skirt she wore with her white and yellow striped crop top practically screamed “Eat Me I’m Cute and Cuddly!” You couldn’t help but wonder why or even how she….
“Seriously why don’t you two just piss on the floor and mark your territory” She huffed interrupting your thoughts. “I mean seriously you knew this school would have other were animals, why are you being so weird?”
“Alicia if you weren’t dating my brother I’d seriously bite you right now”, the other girl barked. She was about your height maybe a little taller. With dark brown hair that almost mirrored black and skin so bronze you’d think she was made of copper. Her eyes were most alarming they were gold like literal molten gold.
“Don’t worry Natty, I can take it. Your brother bites me all the time”, she lowered her voice giving the girl a seductive wink.
Natty you now knew her to be scoffed in disgust and faked a choking sound as she went back to your shared living room dragging her bags of clothes off to what you assumed would be her room. Returning your eyes to Andrea you noticed she was still looking at you skeptically. No doubt ruling out which animal you couldn’t be. “Your scent is different”, she said dropping her stance and bouncing into the kitchen.
You were taken aback this was going to be harder than you thought. At least for the moment they weren’t being aggressive but you could tell you guys wouldn’t be besties anytime soon.
Because you were the last to arrive you were subjected to the smallest room but luckily for you it had a better layout as your room was the only one with a walk-in closet in its bathroom. Loosing yourself into unpacking your stuff and trying to make the space feel as comfortable as possible you decided painting these drab off-white walls were a must. You quickly decided to take the day tomorrow to go to the nearest hardware store you could find and add anything to the walls to make it more lively.
“Hi new roomie!”, Alicia popped in making herself comfortable right on your freshly made bed. “We are going to get some food and hangout at a couple of the pack members house, you down?”
“Liss! You can’t just be inviting people to hang around the pack that aren’t pack this isn’t how it works!” you heard a booming voice from across the hall yell. To which you quickly put together as Natty from her tone earlier.
“Ignore her. It’s just some pizza and beers”, the blonde girls said rolling her eyes and facing you again.
You were about the politely decline before another head popped in your doorway and said “yah join us it’s pretty casual and I doubt you really know anyone here yet”.
Again you were about to decline but your stomach answered for you. A growl ripped from your belly that would have made you embarrassed had it not been for the cheerful claps from Alicia and her beauty pageant grin “I will take that as a yes!”
The two girls scurried from your room with Andrea turning back to take in your appearance. You weren’t dressed to impress per se but you didn’t exactly look homeless. What was expected, after all you knew you’d just be moving boxes all day and organizing your new space. So for that occasion your purposefully bleached high school football team shirt and your rather worn yoga pants sufficed, but not for this occasion apparently.
“err you might want to change”, she said grinning sheepishly at you giving off an obvious shrug that stated ‘first impressions’.
After changing all three girls were waiting for you in the living room seemingly dressed as if they were going to a club. ‘Casual my ass’, you thought to yourself. Each one of them had on some form of a mini skirt and tight shirts. You looked down at your apparel. You didn’t’ own club clothes it just wasn’t a part of your wardrobe. The skinny ripped jeans you wore exposed a great deal of your thighs but it still wasn’t drastic and your long sleeve off the shoulder striped mustard yellow and black top didn’t meet the obvious dress code.
“Should I change again?” you asked incredulously. Honestly you would have just rather stayed in and ordered takeout alone. But however this was the whole point of coming to college to interact with other people.
“Umm it’ll do”, Andrea got up circling you. “Nice ass”, she said grabbing her keys and heading for the door.
“Let your hair down”, Alicia commanded as she walked towards you with a tube of red blush tone nude lipstick.
You did as she said letting your honey curls fall from its messy bun and drape around your shoulders. She applied a light coat of lipstick and ran her fingers through your hair fluffing out the flat part that your scrunchy had caused. That’s when you could smell it. The scent, his scent whoever he was the were had a strong presence and it was all over her. She was marked alright her own smell was almost indistinguishable mixed with his. Most human don’t have strong odor usually they’d smell like whatever they had been around that day. You could tell she liked lavender and you could also tell she hadn’t been lying about the bites. Whoever the werewolf was he had claimed her and bitten her in and out of his wolf form.
“You’re really pretty”, she admired giving you the once over again. A car horn signaled that your little encounter was taking too long.
The drive to the pizza place was rather short and the time it took was spent listening to Natty and Alicia banter between each other. You didn’t know much about either of them but you could tell they were fond of each other and that this relationship wasn’t a newly established one either.
The pizza plaza had a cool vibe and when you guys walked in you could immediately smell the scent of many werewolves, a few werefoxes, a couple of werelynx, and what seemed to be the pungent smell of a werepanther. For some reason you could never find yourself to adjust to their unique odor. But Surely enough just as you could smell them they could smell you. A couple of wolves in the corner all turned their heads to your direction. The cool thing about your nature was you had the ability to tone down your scent and even take on the scent of whatever were was around you if there were multiple ones. Unfortunately, also for you in order to do this you had to calm your nerves and walking into a room of unknowns wasn’t exactly helping and considering it was only days away from a full moon everyone’s scent was magnified so there wasn’t much you could do to mask your own just yet.
Wedging yourself behind the two wolves you tried to block your body and keep your head down as they walked further into the plaza reaching some stairs. The smell of wolves was getting stronger and you could now see this was a pack exclusive room and you were not welcome. Vibrations were running through your body and a slow hum was starting that sensed danger but yet no reaction was coming from the three women ahead of you so you still followed suit.
Entering the room, you saw about fifteen different wolves in the room a mix a male and female though mostly male. Two pool tables in the center occupied two guys each, both of the brute and rather tall stature.
“Baby!”, Alicia squealed running and jumping into the arms of a guy that scarily resembled Natty. He was rather on the skinny side with long legs and thick lips that made his smirk tilt into a smile as he caught her and immediately enveloped her into a hug and kiss.
A guy much broader but about the same height greeted the new guest but quickly caught your scent and turned his eyes to you. You swore you thought you saw them change color slightly going from brown orbs to a highlighted silver as his shoulders squared towards you. His face remained calm but you could feel his power his instincts immediately alerting him that you were not something he was familiar with.
“Who’s she?” he addressed the other three not taking his eyes off of you. His nostrils flared as he was still detecting and processing you. Much to your dismay you could notice the others doing the same. What you really noticed was that the tone of his question was not asking for your name but what you were.
A slight silence persisted as your eyes never left his stance, you knew better than to make steady eye contact with him but yet your heart rate began to slow so you knew he could sense it and was less alarmed. You had to calm yourself because your nature could be equally as aggressive as werewolves but in this room that would not be a good move for you. You tilted your head finally meeting his gaze again but this time holding it. His eyebrow quirked up a smirk pulling at his lips. Ordinarily from another werewolf this would be a challenge to the alpha but your aura gave him no intonation that that was your intention. Of course it wasn’t it wasn’t in your kind’s nature to challenge another alpha for dominance. One because it wasn’t a desire to be a pack master or leader over anyone. You tried your best to make this aware to him and everyone in the room changing your aura into that of a subordinate human.
“Jinyoung. This is our new roommate”, Alicia spoke up but quickly all four of you looked from each other realizing you never properly introduced yourself.
“Y/N”, was all you said smiling sweetly at him meeting his gaze again. At this point everyone in the room was looking at the two of you. Of course you knew they could smell you and at the moment your instincts hadn’t quite subdued the danger feeling so you were not even attempting to merge your scent with one of theirs as camouflage as it would just alarm them more.
Another couple of seconds went by and finally he smiled back at you relaxing and leaning against the pool table a cue in hand “well welcome y/n”, he said.
The tension in the air visibly relaxed and the activities presumed as before you entered. Usually you would have no problem wandering around on your own. That was the nature of your kind what you felt most comfortable doing but right now you wanted to do anything but. You were thankful for Alicia beckoning you over to her and the guy practically entangled around her body. Even for you this seemed peculiar. Usually wereanimals weren’t that infatuated with humans.
“This is my boyfriend BamBam, he is also Natty’s brother which I’m sure you’ve figured out by now” She was gleaming as she looked up to her boyfriend but his eyes were trained on you. He seemed friendly enough and you could tell he had power though obviously not like Jinyoung and not even as much as natty, but he was still a strong wolf.
He finally nodded towards you cracking a smile, canines on full display “Well Liss, you always find interesting company don’t you?”, he said nuzzling her nose causing a schoolgirl giggle to escape her throat.
The rest of the night went by pretty smoothly Liss as you now realized everyone called Alicia and Andrea who had begun warming up to you slowing took you around the room introducing you to everyone. For the most part they seemed welcoming though cautious of you, which you couldn’t blame them. You ate pizza and laughed with some random guy and girl but made sure to limit yourself to two beers for the sake of controlling your ability to mask your scent which at times was all but present. Still though you could feel eyes on your back the whole time and you had to put an effort into keeping hair from standing up in alarm. Jinyoung was watching you just observing you along with another guy with almost an equally aggressive power as Jinyoung. He caught your attention you couldn’t help but to stare back at him as he looked to you. His loose brown hair was neatly styled and his muscles were apparent beneath his black shirt and black pants he was shorter than the other two mean but that did not hinder his strong aura at all. Frankly you also thought him beautiful though a bit intimidating as you took in his scent not once did his eyes leave yours.
Finally, he caught your gaze his eyes burning into your own and his face set in hard line making you both feel at ease. That much was apparent you could tell he was holding back his power and for some odd reason you could tell he knew you were doing the same.
“You shouldn’t be here”, you heard a voice whisper in your ear. His breath tickled your ear and you turned to meet his smirk. He was halfway joking with you finding your confused face amusing. He handed you a red cup which contained water much to your gratitude. You took a sip cheeks feeling flushed.
“You’re making the pack leaders uneasy”, he grinned even harder. Was he flirting with you? You decided to play along finding the tall handsome guy very attractive and you couldn’t deny his scent was appealing to you.
“What makes you think that?” you batted your eyelashes taking another sip of water and grinning just as widely as him.
“Umm” he mused pretending to think “must be because you’re so attractive”, he said circling you admiring you from all angles and adding “plus you’re… Different.”
“Am I?”, you said flipping your hair. This of course wafted your smell closer to him and you saw his adams apple move down his throat as he swallowed. He was definitely affected by you as much as you were affected by him.
“That you are” he said moving his body closer to you almost touching you. For some reason you couldn’t figure out why your body felt like it was on fire. Was it him or the approaching full moon whatever the reason that and the beer was making your scent even stronger.
“I’m Jungkook by the way” he said finally closing the distance and putting his hand on the small of your back on the exposed skin. He felt the shock, causing his pupils to dilate and you realized what was happening. He was coming to his heat and for some reason you were magnifying it.
You heard a cough from beside you and immediately Jungkook dropped his hands from you and took a step back. “We need to get going”, Jinnyoung said commanding the wolf to follow. The other guys followed and slowly everyone started to disperse from the scene as the night had now approached 2 am. You couldn’t help but notice the guy from earlier staring at you again but this time when your eyes met his he looked away and followed his pack master and Jungkook out of the room.
Alicia noticed the little exchange and scoffed at his behavior “That was weird, he’s never done that before”.
You looked down at her and lowered your voice “Who is he? Why does he feel so strong?”.
Andrea was now at your side staring at the space he had disappeared from “That’s Jackson, and he is strong, very powerful. He was almost our pack master”.
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I really love all of your one shots. Could you do an AU where Beca is a treble and she and Chloe have a flirtation which Aubrey obviously disapproves of but they manage to sneak around anyway?
thank you so much, anon! and sure! Beca as a Treble is surprisingly hot and surprisingly fun to write! though i did, admittedly, write this in like half an hour because i procrastinated all day. oops?🤓
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“Chloe?? You still here?”
They could both hear Aubrey’s yell echo through the empty hallway where Chloe was currently being shoved against her own locker, voluntarily trapped in a rather compromising situation.
“Well, I better get going then,” Beca chuckled against the redhead’s lips, interrupting their feverish make out session. It was reluctantly that she pulled away, only for her lips to kiss along Chloe’s jaw and find her earlobe instead, teasing and loving the little whimper that it drew out of the other girl.
“Wouldn’t want Aubrey to rip out your vocal cords because of me,” Beca laughed, growling playfully as she nibbled on Chloe���s earlobe before finally backing off for real, shooting the redhead a cocky smirk. She grinned, then, as she saw Aubrey approaching out of the corner of her eyes, and was holding her middle finger high up in the air while she made her way down the hallway, not even looking at the girl she was currently, oh so affectionately, insulting. “See ya tomorrow, Posen.”
Beca kept smirking to herself as she walked away, while Aubrey was, unsurprisingly, losing her shit again, basically interrogating her best friend.
“Chloe! She’s a Treble!” she shrieked in a high pitched voice that made even the redhead’s ears hurt, though she should have been used to the angry blonde by now.
Chloe simply rolled her eyes, unable to hide the little smile on her lips. Being with Beca made her feel kind of rebellious, excited. “Calm down, ‘Bree. We were just talking.”
“Of course, talking,” Aubrey scoffed, eyeing her friend’s swollen lips and rosy cheeks, noticing that her breathing was somewhat labored as well.
“Seriously, she’s helping me with physics.” The look on Aubrey’s face was enough for Chloe to know that her excuse wasn’t believable in the slightest. Of course it wasn’t.
“Helping you with physics?” the blonde raised her eyebrows. “She doesn’t even attend class most of the time.”
“Doesn’t mean she’s stupid. And it doesn’t mean she doesn’t study. I mean, what else would she be doing all da-”
“Smoking, Chloe.” The sheer disgust was clear in Aubrey’s voice, her facial features telling the same story. “Smoking behind the school during breaks, drinking before class even starts, getting high-”
“I got it,” Chloe sighed. “She’s a bad girl and you can’t stand her. Because she’s a Treble, that is. Because she literally didn’t do anyt-”
“She’s a Treble, Chlo, a Treble.” The word sounded like something absolutely terrible out of Aubrey’s mouth and Chloe almost laughed, if it hadn’t been for the way that her friend was now narrowing her eyes at her. “And we, as Barden Bellas, don’t like Trebles. We don’t talk to them, we don’t enjoy their company and we especially don’t kiss them. You should know that by now. So please, tell me you’re going to stay away from her.”
Chloe only sighed as she held her hand up to salute in a mocking way. “Aye aye, sir. No more Beca, got it.”
Of course that had been a lie. Not even Aubrey had believed her, though the blonde had been so good at ignoring the two of them all year. While everyone certainly noticed the tension between Beca and Chloe, Aubrey had somehow managed to stay oblivious.
They did try to stay discrete, of course, though their smirks and their glances, their winks and the way they’d smile at each other were more than just a little obvious. It was unbearable for everyone around, having to see the two of them interact, and hold back, whenever they were in the same room.
What was exciting them the most, however, was the soft brushing of hands whenever they walked past each other, the quick kisses when no one was with them and far more inappropriate things behind closed doors after both of them had made up excuses so no one would worry about their sudden disappearence. And disappear they did often. They could barely hold themselves together, the whole game of play pretend and the sneaking around only spurring them on further, only exciting them even more.
But Chloe felt somewhat bad, too. Not wanting to disappoint Aubrey and not necessarily wanting to break the oath she had given a few years ago. No Trebles. It was that easy, really. Or had been, at least, until a certain brunette troublemaker had come along and ruined any form of self restraint she had ever possessed.
The tiny girl was bad in so many ways, but felt good in so many more. It was the rebellious ‘no fucks given’ attitude that drew Chloe in the most, and simultaneously it was what Aubrey despised the most about the DJ. From the moment on that they had seen Beca at the activities fair for the first time, Aubrey had dubbed her as ‘too alternative’, saying she looked like she was up to no good. And it was with a smirk that Chloe now agreed to exactly those statements. Beca was up to no good, never, and Chloe was loving it, had been absolutely smitten from the very beginning. Something like rules and oaths seemed incredibly dull when she could break them by having so much fun instead.
And of course Aubrey completely flipped when she, after months and months of stolen kisses and hiding, walked in on them, lips pressed together and Beca’s hand down Chloe’s pants.
They had immediately perked up, pulled away and tried to act normal, but Aubrey had already been glaring at them with narrowed eyes.
“Chloe Beale, please tell me you didn’t just kiss a Treble.”
It was, unsurprisingly, Beca who had stepped up to Aubrey, a shit eating grin on her still swollen lips. A little mischievous twinkle in those dark eyes, pupils dilated.
“Actually, she was getting fucked by one.”
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1 | Try me [ College! AU ]
Pairing : BTS X Reader
Word Count : 6,802
Summary : Remember how in your teen years you use to fantasize how good it must feel being surrounded by the local bad boys, all trying to impress you one way or another trying to gain your attention? Well, this isn’t what you had in mind, nor would you had imagined that it would’ve started with a stupid alcohol-influenced bet.
Wednesday 11:41 p.m
“Must I really go…?
Not even a week in into the second semester and they were already planning to throw a party by the weekend. “Yes, of course you have to be there! It wouldn’t be the same without you. If I didn’t have my best girl, it’ll be like Batman without Robin!” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, already being able to see the large toothy grinned he has always flashed.
“Hobi, that was a fail attempt at trying to butter me up you know? Plus we both know that’s not why you want me to go. You just want me to bring your drunk ass home while I won’t be able to take a single sip of alcohol. Why would I voluntarily torture myself like that?” A soft groan left pass your lips as you leaned back into the softness of your living room couch. Kicking both legs up at the already collapsing mess of a coffee table you and your roommate shared.
“C’mon (Y/N), trust me when I say It’ll be fun. Hell - I’ll even try to convince the boys at making the party a bit more… small, so there won’t be much of a mess, alright?” Raising a brow questioningly as if he were there, you reached over for the remote controller and flipped through the channels until you could find something you could settle down to watch for the mean time. “How would my existence being present at such a place benefit me, hm?“ You heard a loud smack soon followed by a groan as Hobi began to speak again. “It’ll make all seven of us happy, you know you love us too~.” You could practically see the smirk spread against his lips. “Oh dear god no - forget about it. Not leaving my cocoon to interact with other humans.”
You tilted your head to the side, eying the blanket folded neatly on the opposite arm rest. Leaning yourself across the couch only for your fingertips to slightly caress the fabric. “I did not just slap myself once for nothing (Y/N), you’re coming to the party and that’s that.” Before you could deny the offer again, you heard a mumble on the other end of the line before it cut off.
“More like a get together now..”
Frowning at the words he had slipped out, you groaned loudly and threw the phone onto the coffee table, flipping face up at the laying spot you had found yourself in. Complete forgetting about the blanket now. Staring up at the ceiling as the TV made background noise, not letting the death silence of the apartment overcome you with solitude. “Why is he insisting so much…” You mumbled, reaching up to your hair and moving some loose strands away from your field of vision. It didn’t take much that you got lost in your thoughts and sleep had taken it’s toll on you - your eyelids getting heavier by the second as you laid there on the couch and not too long after you found yourself slowly easing into a nice slumber.
Friday 2:38 p.m
Horse babe : hey hey (y/n)
Horse babe : do you already have your outfit ready?
Horse babe : well don’t wear whatever you were gonna bring
Horse babe : we decided to move the party next month as it seemed more appropriate
Horse babe : actually scratch that
Horse babe : everyone spread the rumor so fast that they prohibited us from throwing a party until next month lmao
Horse babe : but you still have to come over tomorrow, just bring something more laid back as it’ll just be the boys and I
“Who the fuck is spamming me” you muttered under your breath, reaching into your backpack that laid in the chair beside you and pulling out your cellphone. The vibration only continued in your hand as you got another harsh shush from the librarian at the front desk. Smiling at her apologetically and bowing your head slightly, you immediately unlocked your phone and put it in silent mode. Seeing the various notifications from Hoseok. Scanning the messages, a giggle past your lips at the thought of the news spreading like wildfire among the student body of the upcoming party. Only to get immediately shut down.
(Y/N) : omg hobi rlly?
(Y/N) : that must’ve suck
(Y/N) : but why must I still go? It’s not like we haven’t seen each other in years
Locking the screen and placing your phone beside you, you looked back up at your surroundings. Luckily, the library was the closest you’ve ever seen it to being empty. There was always half of the room filled with various students trying to cram a full semester worth of information into their heads all at once. In other cases, couples spread around the library goofing around and being all lovey dovey with each other. Groups of friends just storming in and messing around knowing the librarians just didn’t have the energy to even scoul them anymore. This time it was only you and a small group of students at the corner across the room - seeming to be trying to hide away from the eye of anyone. A red flickering light caught your attention and made you glance back down only to see Hoseok has replied.
Horse babe : lmao ikr like y
Horse babe : and because (y/n) ~
Horse babe : we miss you!
Eying the text suspiciously, you brought your bottom lip between your teeth unconsciously, beginning to slowly chew at it as you typed away a reply.
(Y/N) : oh wow yea sure
(Y/N) : what’s up with this sudden burst of love y'all have for me?
(Y/N) I swear if it is some sort of prank or joke y'all want to play on me I’ll rip all of your heads off and feed them to Ms. Scott’s snake.
Horse babe : omg stop no
Horse babe : we honestly have nothing better to do this weekend and we managed to find 8 nerf guns in the janitor room
Horse babe : don’t ask why we were there
Horse babe : but even more conveniently, four are one color and the other four another color
(Y/N) : so basically two teams?
Horse babe : bingo
Humming softly you brought your elbow up at the table and rested your head against your palm, debating if you should go or not. If you were absolutely free, you would have immediately agreed to meeting up with them already. But you have already planned on catching up on a series you took a small break from and cleaning around the apartment. Since your roommate is almost never home (due to her spending most of her time with her boyfriend) - you have had the whole place to yourself. Leaving clothes scattered everywhere, having unwashed dishes at the sink from probably weeks old now, and being able to roam around the apartment in nothing but your underwear freely. Though at first it felt like a small heaven having all this freedom to yourself - the dirtiness of the place was finally starting to gross you out.
(Y/N) : under one condition
Horse babe : which is?
(Y/N) : you all have to help me clean up my apartment and binge watch AHS with me
(Y/N) : beginning from end.
(Y/N) : all of you - and no dozing off during the middle or chickening out that it’s too creepy for you.
Horse babe : …
Horse babe : How am I friends with you again?
(Y/N) : Your lost ass was roaming around the halls whining for someone to help you get to class the first day
(Y/N) : and as if a cruel punishment you chose me as your victim and we somehow had first period together
(Y/N) : and from then on you clinged onto me for everything
Horse babe : YAH! (Y/N)! That’s no way to talk to your hyung!
Horse babe : plus you make it sound so uncool…
Horse babe : doesn’t matter, now you know how cool I truly am ;)
(Y/N) : lmao you? cool? you’re funny buddy
Horse babe : mk gb
(Y/N) : no bb wait im joking
(Y/N) : you’re so cool you broke the coolness-o-meter
Horse babe : …hell yeh I did
Horse babe : i’m so cool i probably threw yoongi down from his swag throne
(Y/N) : okay that’s enough of that
(Y/N) : so do you agree to coming or nah?
Horse babe : yea sure
(Y/N) : okay goodie well ttyl gotta blast
Horse babe : lmao ight
Gathering your stuff you had spread around the table, you quickly rushed out of the library - you were done for the day anyways so you’re absolutely free to go to your apartment. Walking down to the parking lot to find your car - you were a bit too late to claim a dorm at campus, so you had no other choice but to rent an apartment nearby.
To your surprise you found Taehyung and Jimin leaning against your car seeming deep in conversation within themselves. A small smirk creep onto your lips as you decided to scare the two - having have been leaning against your precious baby you had just clean yesterday. Taking much lighter steps and focusing on your breathing, you strode over to the backside of the automobile, peeking your head only to see that they haven’t noticed your presence
“Why do you think she doesn’t wanna join us tomorrow?” Jimins voice was the first to reach your ears, perking up more, now curious about their conversation. At this angle you could perfectly see how the sunlight hit his vermilion hair, giving an appearance of a soft gold gentle aura around him. His sharp jawline facing you as he tilted his head towards Taehyung, his back leaning against your precious baby as you noticed he raised a leg to press against it - eyes darting to the ground as he began to scratch the back of his neck, seeming to go deep in thought. Seconds later to think his own question further, you noticed how his eyebrows furrow up ever so slightly, a small pout forming on his devilishly full plump lips. “You don’t think…she has started to avoid us, do you?”
Being to caught up in your own thoughts about how he even dared to raise his dirty shoe against the car door, you almost missed what he had said. Your own eyebrows scrunching up, why would he even asked that? There’s nothing that they’ve done to make you dislike them…much less avoid. “ I don’t see a reason to.” Taehyung shrugged, pulling at the sleeves of his rather large jumper and crossing his arms in front of him, mindlessly playing with a loose strand of his black ripped jeans. “Knowing her, she’s probably already stressing about studying or something…” the brunette mumbled, turning to face the shorter male. Jimin cocked an eyebrow at Taehyung but shrugged, nodding as a sigh escaped his lips. “You’re probably right. She always overworks herself too much…it’s not healthy. She should just, i don’t know… lay back and enjoy the moment you know?” Taehyung nodded, chuckling softly as a small grin formed on his features “Like us?”. Jimin looked questioningly at him, taking him a second to understand what he meant. Shaking his head with a mocking laugh he punched Tae’s shoulder teasingly. “Of course not! Could you imagine though? She’ll probably have an heart attack seeing her grades drop and attendance start to stagger it’s perfect record.”
Short laughs were exchanged between the two, not before you pulled out your car keys and sounded the alarm. Watching as both men jumped away startled from the vehicle, both their eyes blown wide like deers caught in the headlight. Noticing how Jimin was clutching at his denim jacket tightly, chest heaving trying to catch his breath seeming to have been knocked out of his lungs. Flashing a mischievous grin at the boys as you arose from your hiding spot. “ I beg to differ, you seem to be the one who’s going to get a heart attack, pretty boy.”
Heads snapped toward your direction as Jimin’s chocolate brown orbs seem to have widen even more, sighing deeply and throwing his head back as he raised a hand to comb his bangs in a nervous manner. “ I swear to god (Y/N) I will get you back for this.”
Smiling even wider now, you turn to look at Taehyung only to see him kneeled down holding his stomach, his hand trying to muffle his laughs. Not helping yourself now you began to laugh yourself, raising hand in the same manner as Tae to cover your fit of giggles. Hearing your laugh was the final straw for Taehyung to let his rich laugh bang against your eardrums, his balance failing him as he fell back clutching his sides. “ o-oh my god! You should have seen your expression! It was absolutely priceless! I couldn’t imagine his eyes going wider, they almost popped out!”
Jimin clicked his tongue as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket, snapping his head towards the younger one. “Yah! Quiet!” Jimin roared, his cheeks flushing as he kicked Taehyung, only kicking the air threateningly. Taehyung rolled over his side and arose from the floor, throwing his arm over Jimins shoulder as he chuckled softly.
“Aish, don’t get all pissy now~ we’re just joking around, right (Y/N)?” Tae turned to you, flashing you a cocky wink as a smirk played along his rose lips. You only shook your head, giggling softly as you walked over to the boys. Filling up Jimins other shoulder with your arm now - but due to your shorter height you only managed to bring down both boys. “Yeh, just horsing around buddy old pal.” Making eye contact with Tae, you both grinned widely, turning back to Jimin who was only frowning, his eyebrows scrunching up as his brown orbs pierced at the both of you disapprovingly.”You will be hearing from my lawyer soon, this is harassment I have the right to sue you.”
Rolling your eyes at the vermilion haired boy, you stepped back, Taehyung taking your spot and wrapping his arms around Jimin, resting his head on his shoulder as he began to hum softly. Jimin shook his head he pushed away and fixed his shirt - tucking the striped fabric back into his jeans as he scoffed. “Whatever. Hobi sent us to warn you if you don’t come tomorrow he’ll expose your double chin pictures”. You raised a brow at him, sighing softly as you pulled out your phone - showing him the text you had exchanged with Hoseok earlier. Watching him as he read the text, Taehyung peering over his shoulder and doing the same. Jimin’s lips then formed a small ‘o’, looking back up to meet your gaze. “Why do we have to help you clean? I didn’t sign up for this” Taehyung nodded agreeing with the male. Only seconds later he pulled Jimin back to whisper something in his ear - a mischievous smile forming on both of their faces. “I take it back, we’ll help you clean.”
Friday 8:30 p.m
The second you had arrived to your apartment, you had collapsed onto the sofa and passed out. Ignoring any plans you had later that day. A annoying vibration and light flashing had startled you awake from your peaceful slumber. Groaning as you opened your heavy eyelids, flinching at the bright light hitting your dazed vision. Reaching out to your phone laying in front of you, sliding the button across the screen not even bothering to see who it was. Throwing your head back into the warmth of the sofa - refusing to look at the screen.
“Ah! I won! She was asleep!”
“Jungkook stop shouting!”
A smack could be heard soon followed by a whine, peering your eyelids open again you noticed that Jungkook had called you over FaceTime, seeing him sit at the familiar sofa of their dorm - Jin sitting on the armrest laying across the top of the sofa trying to show up on screen.
“But hyung you told me if I won this bet you’ll do the dishes tonight!” Jungkook turned to Seokjin, his doe eyes seeming to play with Seokjins emotions as you heard the elders breath hitch - sighing and shaking his head.
“Aish you and your puppy eyes…”
Jungkook smiled mischievously, wiggling his eyebrows teasingly.
Puffing out your cheeks at the scene playing out, you hummed softly and that seem to have caught the boy’s attention. “May I know why you woke me up?” you mumbled out, rolling off the sofa. Reaching out to position your phone to lay against a pillow, hoping you’ll look somewhat decent at this angle. Your eyes flicking over at the right corner of the screen, seeing your bird nest of hair. Sitting on the floor across your cellphone you began to run your fingers through your hair, smoothing out some knots.
“He didn’t want to wash the dishes so he made this dumb bet that if you were asleep i’ll have to wash them. Now, if you both will excuse me, since I am not a whiny baby about having responsibilities I shall go do my part of the bet.” Seokjin arose from his spot in the couch, walking off to what you assumed the kitchen. Now being alone with Jungkook, you raised a brow questioningly at him. “Really?” Jungkook chuckled nervously, shrugging as his hand went to rub his arm. “I usually don’t mind washing them, it’s just…Yoongi hyung didn’t like something Taehyung and I hid in his food…causing him to, y’know.” He let a sheepish smile spread across his lips, glancing at you before he turned to look at something else suddenly more interesting. Clicking your tongue you shook your head, sitting up more now as you began to stretch, a long yawn soon following. “Well that’s none of my business. Anyways since you’re already here help me choose an outfit for tomorrow.”
“What, why?” he questioned, seeing the screen going all blurry as you walked across the apartment going to your bedroom. “Just because, no real reason” you replied, setting your phone against your mirror. “…considering we’re just gonna horse around tomorrow I recommend something you’ll be able to move around freely. Oh! And possibly something you can sleep in? Yoongi-hyung is bringing beer, saying you should relax tomorrow.” He flashed you another smile, the creases around his eyes deepening adorably. “Like for example what i’m wearing right now.” Jungkook pulled at his white shirt, bringing his leg up and holding against his chest smoothly to reveal his sweatpants. Frowning at him you rolled your eyes, pointing at the camera “Stop that, I know you’re showing off how flexible you are…blah” Frowning further hearing him go into a fit of laughs, shaking his head. “Sorry - can’t help that i’ve been blessed”.
Saturday 10:00 a.m
After having have chosen your outfit for today with the help of Jungkook last night, you both didn’t notice how late it had gotten. Immediately entering the realm of fantasies soon after hanging up the call. Now you sat at the corner of your bed, turning off your alarm. Sighing tiredly you began to get ready, going to go take a quick shower soon after having breakfast and before you knew it, you were already out the door heading towards campus to the boys dorm.
Walking up to the large wooden door, you removed your earbuds and twisted the knob - knowing the boys didn’t bother to lock the door knowing you’ll come. Stepping inside you were greeted by the sight of seeing a shirtless Yoongi with nothing else but his boxers and socks, laying on the couch fast asleep. Sighing you walked over to him, kneeling to his side. There really was a huge difference to awake Yoongi and fast asleep Yoongi. His usually scornful expression added unnecessary wrinkles to his youthful face. His rose tinted lips parted slightly seeming so natural unlike their usual straight line. A soft aura surrounding him - contrary to the cold and intimidating one he usually gave to strangers. You knew Yoongi long enough to know he was neither this or that. Yes, he seemed cold at first glance and his sarcasm can cause holes in your self-esteem but he isn’t always like that. It’s almost like a trial - if you overcome and endure Yoongi’s ruthless personality he’ll take off his cunning mask and show you his genuine self. If you really think about it, it’s like a defense mechanism. You haven’t yet shattered that metaphorical mask but you have noticed he seem more laid back then from the first few times meeting him. That alone seeing him slowly become more open towards you gave you the determination to fully get rid of his mask. Smiling to yourself, you didn’t take note to when you subconsciously moved his raven hair out of his face. Immediately retracted your hand, feeling your cheeks burn up in embarrassment. Glancing the living room you spotted a large blanket and brought it over to let it drape over Yoongi’s semi-nude state. Walking over to the kitchen to grab a cup of water, you heard yawning and groaning coming from the end of the corridor. Raising an eyebrow honestly not expecting anyone to be awake after seeing Yoongi on the couch, you made your over to the tall white door. Knocking gently you soon heard a raspy “come in“, swinging the door open.
Namjoon sat on the edge of his bed, massaging his throat while his free hand holded a couple of pills. Since the room was divided in half, he had his bed up against the wall. A nightstand along with a desk and a large shared bookshelf only for the same set up to be replicated on the other side of the room - connecting all furniture with the large bookshelf. A green rug spread across the middle of the room, bean bag chairs spread out across the rug. Though only the furniture and rug was the thing both had in common - for as decoration they were quiet opposites. Namjoon’s side consisted of a repeated plushie in different colors and poses, neatly aligned on shelf’s he must have put up himself. All of his textbooks and supplies nicely put in their own little containers. While the other side had many figurines, mostly consisted of Mario and Luigi. Posters of said characters adorning the pale white walls. The side of their bookcase, unlike Namjoon, consisted of Wii and 3DS games - along with a few smaller figurines. A few cookbooks and random personal choice novels on the next shelf. While finally the last shelf holded the precious campus textbooks.
Jin’s rather loud snore snapped you out of your own thoughts, blinking and bringing your attention back at the blonde haired man. “What’s wrong?” you questioned, walking over and sitting beside him. “The boys managed to bring a karaoke machine not to long ago and they decided last night-” Hearing him struggle to speak along with the heavy raspiness, you brought a finger to press against his lips you shook your head and glanced into his almond orbs, “don’t talk too much, it’ll hurt your throat even more”. Taken aback a bit, he slowly nodded and cleared his throat, wincing a bit. “I joined them in a screamo song and I seem to be loosing l my voice or something.”
“��.why did you join in- actually, never mind.” You sighed, shaking your head. “Just rest today, though I already imagined you were planning on skipping, hm?” Smiling sheepishly he nodded slowly and laid back down, pulling the covers over himself. Turning off the lamp on the night stand, he reached out and gently grabbed your wrist.
“Hey, Jungkook, Taehyung, Jimin and Hoseok are all at their classes right now. None of us are planning to wake up until noon or even later, so why not rest along with me? I swear I won’t try anything funny.”
“are you sure..? I mean, your throat and all I imagine you’ll be tossing and turning in your bed so..” Blinking in realization knowing of his messy way of sleeping with any type of uncomfortableness, he nodded slowly and motioned his head over to Jin. “Touche, how about Jin-hyung then?” Turning your head to the oldest one in the room, you nodded and gave Namjoon a smile. Reaching out and pinching his nose as you made your way over to Jin’s side of the room.
“Alright, get some rest now.”
4:42 p.m
All the boys seemed to have gotten home before you had waken up, finding yourself neatly tucked in Jin’s bed. The roaring of laughter and stomping across the dorm was the thing that had managed to wake you up. Sitting up slowly, you rubbed at your eyes and glanced around your surroundings. Namjoon seem to have already gotten up and Jin was gone too. “How rude, they didn’t even bother to wake me up…” mumbling to yourself, you quickly got out of bed and down to the cold floor. Hissing softly, you spotted Jin’s bunny slippers one of the members had gotten him as a gag gift and immediately rush to slip them on. Wiggling your toes in the warm fabric, you headed towards the door and down the corridor where the noise was coming from. Peaking your head only to see all seven men sitting at the couch and floor, seeming to be playing some sort of video game.
Hoseok was the first to notice you, jumping out of his seat and skipping his way towards you. “(Y/N)! Everyone, sleeping beauty has awoken!”
He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and brought you in for a short hug, kissing the top of you head as well. Giggling at his boldness, you wrapped your arms around his waist, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. “Yeah, yeah whatever. Happy to see me here? I couldn’t risk the chance of you showing everyone my true nature.” Chuckling he only shrugged and glances up behind you, retracting his arms and stepping back.
“He’s not the only one happy to see you, y'know?” A smooth velvety voice reached your ears and you didn’t even need to look twice to know who it was. Feeling him snake his arms around your waist and lift you up, you squeaked softly and gripped onto his firm arms. “Taehyung!” You laughed, throwing your head back onto his shoulder as he began to swing the both of you around. A fit of giggles and laughed erupted from you two only to be stopped.
“Ah c’mon, you always want her to yourself Taehyung-hyung.” Being set down, you glance up only to be meet with a white shirt, tilting your head further up you saw how Jungkook pressed his tongue into the inside of his cheek, crossing his arms across his chest in a spoiled manner.
“Aish, sorry sorry, we haven’t talk in a while. I only saw her briefly yesterday ~” Taehyung cooed, resting his chin on top of your head and tightening his grip on your waist. Jungkook scoffed “and? I haven’t seen her in over a week.” Frowning, you pushed Taehyung’s arms off of you only to feel another set of strong arms slide under your legs and another to support your back, being lift up by the younger one. A proud smirk appearing on his fine lips as he held you against his chest. “Guys. You’re acting as if I’m some priced possession or something.” you groaned out, knowing your physical strength was nothing compared to theirs. Letting yourself loose and to lay limbless in Jungkook’s arms.
“Isn’t that obvious?”
“Pretty much, yeah”
Scrunching your eyebrows up, you sighed loudly again and only shook your head.
“Stop.”
Yoongi’s voice made the three of you snap your heads towards his direction. Seeing him sitting at the end of the couch, arm propped up against the armrest as he rested his head on the palm of his hand - his eyes staring back blankly. “Set the poor girl down, you both are all up in her personal bubble.” he mumbled, turning his attention back to the large screen. Jungkook immediately sets you down mumbling an apology - only to hear Jimin cry out in defeat as his character seemed to have lost. Jungkook striding over to take up the losers spot and go up against his hyung, Hoseok.
“(Y/N)” Jin called out, motioning you over to the spot between him and Namjoon. Squeezing yourselfs between them, you smiled sweetly at both. Jin sighed and shook his head, chuckling softly as he gently rubbed your back. “I must say, you really managed to stir those three over there up pretty good. I don’t know if it’s because of their ego not letting them cry defeat at losing a damsel to another or because of pure spoiledness, but damn.” Raising a brow at him questioningly, you tilted your head. “Three of them?” you questioned, only to receive another nod from the man. “Yeah, Jungkook, Taehyung and Jimin. I’m surprised Jungkook is even managing talking to you way more comfortably than Jimin, probably because he’s older than you?”
“Wait, I’m sorry, Jimin?” you asked, Jin chuckling once again and nodding towards Jimin’s direction, your gaze following and sure enough Jimin sat across, squeezed between Yoongi and Taehyung but his gaze seem to be focused on you. Making brief eye contact he sheepishly looked down, raising his hand to comb out his bangs as he lets them drape across his features, seeming to be trying to hide away from your gaze. Though at his failed attempt of hiding his face - you could see pink beginning to tint at the tips of his ears. Biting your lip trying to stop yourself from smiling at his adorable ways, you turned back to Jin only to see him gone and being replaced by Hoseok.
“They’re not the only ones” Namjoon’s hot breath reached your neck, making you shiver feeling goosebumps starting to form. Jumping slightly in surprise, you didn’t even dare to turn your head to look at him - keeping your gaze locked on the screen. “Oh? How so?”
Feeling his chest vibrate against your back as he chuckled, leaning in closer - his hair starting to tickle at your skin. “Well, you already know about the three younger ones, but what about the three eldest? Jin-hyung, Yoongi-hyung and Hoseok. Though they are much better at hiding it, I’ve known them long enough too to know when there’s something going on.” he stated. “Someone’s got their voice back,” you joked, pulling back a bit to turn to look at him questioningly. “but - what do you mean? I’m sure they’re not attracted to me in any other way than platonically so-”
“There you are right, I believe the same. But knowing them, it didn’t just come out of nowhere. There’s something going on between them all.” Namjoon pulled back now, resting against the couch. You looked at Namjoon still, various thoughts running through your head as a certain male called out your name.
“(Y/N)!” Jungkook called out, motioning you over to the empty seat beside me. “Try and beat me in this round!”
Much later that afternoon everyone has gathered around in the living room - all eight sitting in a circle facing each other. Panting and heaving filled up the room, the smell of sweat and alcohol being the only aroma present. Having have already played with the nerf guns as promised, Yoongi bringing out the beer and Taehyung soon after pulling the karaoke machine out you swear your body couldn’t take any other physical activity to do. Having had screamed your lungs out while singing a duet with Jungkook and running around the whole dorm trying to escape Hoseok’s and Jimin’s nerf hits - all while having alcohol running through your system.
“Guys, Guys, Guys” Taehyung spoke into the mic, licking his lips as he took a deep breath, his eyes fluttering trying to stay awake as the alcohol threatened to play effect - pausing before speaking again. “Let’s play some more. Spin the bottle anyone?” Hoseok was the first to react, nodding ecstatically. “Yeah! Here,” he gripped the bottle beside him and took a swing at it, gulping down the remainder of the liquid. Sighing contently as he lays the bottle in the middle of the circle. Everyone wiggled in closer, Jimin the first to reach out for the bottle. Spinning it only for it to go flying over to Jungkook, making both males laugh.
“Nice one Jimin-hyung,” Jungkook cooed, glancing down at the bottle and pointing over at Jin “but it looks like Jin-hyung is our first victim.” Jin perked up, hearing his name bringing him out of his train of thoughts. Jimin grinned widely, deep creases appearing under his eyes. “ Truth or Dare?” Jin hummed in thought, rotating the bottle in his hand, observing as the liquid splash around. “Truth”
Audible sighs and groans could be heard, shaking your head at the groups immature behavior. “Guys, come on now”
“Alright, let’s see hmm…did you use cheats to win earlier?” Jimin questioned, raising a brow at the elder one.
“Yeah! That was totally unfair how you won!” Hoseok cried out, Namjoon nodding agreeing with him.
Jungkook snorts and shrugged, looking over at Hoseok. “But I was able to beat his ‘impossible ways’ “. adding air quotes to his statement. “But you’re also Mr. Good at Everything I do.” Yoongi spoke up, taking a swing from his beer. Before Jungkook could respond, Jin spoke up. “No, I didn’t cheat - just many years of training.” Everyone seem to just drop the topic and nod, Jin reaching out for the bottle and spinning it. Yoongi chuckled softly as the bottle landed on him, looking at Jin. “Dare.” he said, Taehyung’s cackling could be heard. A few other guys chuckling softly to themselves. “Chug down two beers in a minute or less, take even a second longer and we all would take a turn at slapping you across the face.”
It went out like this for a while - asking dumb questions and making idiotic dares. For example when Taehyung dared Jungkook to jump from the top floor only to land in a bucket. Of course the rest of the guys had to stop Jungkook from actually doing it claiming that if he didn’t it’ll hurt his pride - all while Taehyung was busy filling a bucket up with water. Or when Namjoon had to rip apart one of his plushies being dared from Yoongi. Being left close to tears and clutching at his ‘son’. Hoseok had to come clean that he was absolutely terrified of any bondage play. Jimin giving Jungkook a lap dance that only ended up in a playful fight.
“Ah! It landed on you Yoongi!” Hoseok exclaimed, clapping as he saw how hard Yoongi was trying to remain conscious, his head keep bouncing as he went into short naps. Snapping up hearing Hoseok and nodding, waving his hand as he ruffled his hair in a form of distraction. “Yeah, yeah. Dare.”
Namjoon pulled Jin over, whispering something into his ear as Jin nodded, crawling over to Hoseok and whispering it into his ear. A large smile spread across his features, nodding quickly and clapping once again to gain everyone’s attention. “Yoongi! I dare you to kiss (Y/N)!”
Choking on a sip you were taking from your beverage you turned to Hoseok wide-eyed. “I’m sorry what?” Hoseok only winked at you, nodding over to Yoongi’s direction only to see him already crawling over to you. “Don’t I have any say in this?” you questioned and before you know it Yoongi tugged at your wrist - making you turn your head in his direction. “No.” Acting fast he cupped your face in his hands - though his touch was cold you could feel how gently he was trying to be, his skin smooth and soft. His eyes narrowed as he observed your features, unconsciously licking his lips as he slowly began to lean in. “I’m sorry” he mumbled softly, the kiss fast and chaste. It only lasted a few second to the others, but to you, it lasted minutes. Not because of how amazing the kiss was or because how you felt sparks, but because you could feel how hard Yoongi tried to shove his tongue down your throat. Plus, he reeked of alcohol - being the one who had drank the most.
Pulling apart from each other you could help but scrunch up your nose in disgust, rubbing your mouth with the sleeve of your hoodie. Taehyung took notice and raised a brow, pointing a finger up at Yoongi who hasn’t moved from his spot. “His kisses suck don’t they.” he claimed, gaining everyone’s attention. You shook your head immediately as a blush started to tint your cheeks “no it’s not that”
Jungkook pulled at your wrist forcefully causing you to tumble over into his lap, his free hand moving to tilt your chin up “I’ll show you what a real kiss is~” he cooed, his lips dangerously close to yours. Before you had time to even react, you were being pulled again only to fall into another lap. Strong arms wrapping themselves around you protectively. “No!” Jimin whined, the alcohol playing with him. Jimin nuzzles down into your shoulder and breathed in your scent, giggling happily to himself as he held you close. “Mine.” He said, kissing at your neck lovingly.
“Woah, woah! Calm down there!” Jin shouted, pulling you out of Jimins grip and setting you beside him. “We do not treat a lady like that! As if she’s an object you could easily claim, hah. Right Hoseok?” Jin turned to Hoseok, receiving his approving nod only to nod himself as well. “That’s what I thought, now -”
“But what if she wants to be claimed?” Taehyung chirped up, tilting his head innocently.
Jin narrowed his eyes at the brunette and raised an eyebrow “what do you mean?”
“I meant what I said - what if she wants to be claimed by one of us? The one who can win her heart the first. Whoever she falls for has the right to completly claim (Y/N) as their own.” He stated, the attention of the rest of the boys turning to Taehyung.
“Wait then, like a bet?” Questioned Jimin
“What if no one can swoon her?” Added Hoseok, perking up curiously.
“Yeah like a bet. We all have a month to see who can win her over and if we can’t.” He paused to think for a moment. “Then, she has the choice to completely forget about us and leave or stay. But, if you’re asking me, knowing how dirty some of you play she’ll want to leave.”
“I’m in.” Jungkook spoke, scooting over to Taehyung’s side.
“Me too.” Hoseok spoke, joining the other two across from him.
Yoongi only silently crawled over, sitting beside Hoseok and nodding at Taehyung.
Jimin only leaned against Jungkook already having being sat beside Taehyung and raised his hand up in the air proudly. “I shall join as well.”
Jin looked at all five men and shook his head, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and hugging you to his side. “This is ridiculous, I can’t even believe you-”
“Hyung. If you play, you could save (Y/N) from all of our little tricks at winning her over you know? Playing as well and all.” Taehyung added, a visible smirk spreading to his lips as he raised his eyebrows at the elder.
Jin looked at you worriedly and squeezed your shoulder, sighing as he brought his head down to debate with himself to accept the offer or not. Finally he nodded and slowly let’s go of your shoulder, mumbling a small apology as he went over to join the rest.
“Don’t I have any say in this?”you groaned, honestly not surprised by their behavior. Taehyung shook his head and turned to Namjoon who had sat himself on the couch. “What about you hyung?”
Namjoon shook his head and smiled “I can’t, I view (Y/N) as a little sister so if I joined - it’ll be kinda weird. Plus, she’ll need the help of someone who’s actually capable of having some information of you all.”
Taehyung nodded and shrugged, turning back to face you with a large boxy smile. “Alright well! Do you wanna play along with this bet, (Y/N)?” Taehyung questioned, his arm reaching out. Rolling your eyed you immediately took his hand into yours and shook it, a mischievous smirk plastered against your face. “Try me.”
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