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thedreamingfish99 · 4 months

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Bright Sun Chapter One

5-8 x Reader

Summary Sawol is tired of seeing the two of you fight over everything and hate each other, but for better or for worst, a traumatic event might be what was needed to bring 5-8 and you closer to each other. Warnings : Slow burn, Ansgt, Hurt, Possible death Words : 4K Notes :

A/N: Haven't wrote anything in a while, but after watching Black Knight (Because Woo Bin is my god ever since School 2013) and absolutely falling with his character, I looked for fanfics and was disappointed by the small amount. So here I am trying to help some other lost souls like me. I really hope you enjoy! - - - - - CHAPTER ONE

The sky was getting clearer by the day, the sun beaming through fewer and fewer clouds as time passed. Sawol opened his window, pulling his arms on the edge to press his face against the grid and take his head out in the wind. He had started doing this every time 5-8 would light himself a cigarette, not really enjoying the smell of it, but truly loving the feeling of the caress of the wind on his face.

Even after they had stopped Cheonmyeong trucks from polluting the air, you still couldn't survive outside for more than twenty minutes without a mask. It was no surprise, it would probably take decades for them to be able to roam the earth free of a mask, if ever. But twenty minutes was no small feat compared to the eight minutes it used to be.

Sawol took a deep breath, even polluted, the fresh air tasted much better than the filtered one he was used to.

“It smells so good.” He whispered, taking in another full breath.

“Smells the same as always, polluted.”

Sawol turned to face the stoic man beside him, no expression showing on his face as he took one last inhale of his cigarette before exhaling and throwing it out of the truck's window. He then pressed on the switch, closing the windows with no pity for Sawol's arms that got pulled up with them.

He quickly regained his posture in his seat and faced his driver.

“Have you no joy in life except cigarettes?’’ Sawol asked, honestly curious.

5-8 gave him an empty glance before turning his attention back on the road. Knowing he wouldn't get any response, Sawol continued.

‘’Why can't you even enjoy the freshness of the air? You gave that to us!’’

5-8's mouth twitched with annoyance.

“I didn't give anything to anyone, I only took down the worm that was eating us alive.” He grunted in reference to Cheonmyeong.

“Fine.” Sawol pouted.

He folded his arms on his chest, his attention turned back to the road. It was quiet today like it had been for the past couple of days that he had gone on deliveries with 5-8. It had barely been a week since the event of Cheonmyeong's takedown and Sawol was still healing from the wounds he had gotten in the tournaments finals and the drugs that were administered to him. Well, that's the excuse he gave to everyone at the moment, not that it was a lie, his head was still killing him and he would feel some dizziness take over him from time to time, but in all honesty, he didn't feel quite ready to be on the road alone. He was scared to mess up and disappoint 5-8 on his first day.

Sawol shook his head to chase those thoughts away, he already had a solution, no time to dwell on that now.

“The sun..”

Sawol turned a confused look toward his friend, and raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to explain. 5-8 gave him a side eye and let out a long sigh.

“What brings me joy.’’ He continued in a low tone. ‘’ I like seeing the sun more and more every day.”

“Oh,” Sawol breathed out, remembering the question he had asked a few moments ago. A large grin grew across his face.

“What? You think it's more stupid than smelling the air like an idiot?” 5-8 teased him. ‘’At least I'm looking at something visible.”

Sawol took offense but didn't let his grin die. He turned in his seat to face the older man, who watched him from the corner of his vision, eyebrows raised in a quiet question as to why the younger one was smiling.

‘’Y/N and you are so much more alike than you think.’’

5-8 rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed upon hearing this, he let out an incomprehensible mumble, the grip on his steering wheel tightening. Sawol laughed at the sight of such visible emotion from the usual oh-so-unnothered legend.

‘’I can’t be as annoying as 6-2, that's for sure.’’

‘’I don’t care what you think or whatever quarrel there is between you too, it’s still true. You two are the same.’’

5-8 gave him a tired look and went back to concentrate on the road. Sawol was annoyed, his grin long gone. He lifted his legs, and feet on the seat and hugged his knees, resting his chin on them as he quietly watched the view from his window. Turned his back on 5-8, giving him the silent treatment. He hated the constant bickering going on between those two. Right after 5-8, Y/N was his closest friend. She was always there the whole time of his training when he was preparing to compete in the delivery man recruitment tournaments. She gave him amazing advice, trained him to fight, to drive better, and even helped him learn a few manners, not that he really listened during those sessions but still! She took care of him, brought him food when he forgot to eat by training for too long, she even took him to her place a few times so they could hang out, but mostly so she could be sure he rested well enough for him to heal and be ready for the next day. She took care of him like a big sister while his wasn’t available, and he loved her like family. Sawol let out a sad sigh, what in the world did he do to deserve that his two favorite people have a pure hatred towards each other? He never knew where those mutual feelings came from, not that he didn’t ask, that he did and many times. But he had never gotten a different answer then;

‘’She’s annoying’’ ‘’He’s annoying.’’

Their similarity used to make Sawol laugh about the situation, he remembered telling them that hating the other was pretty much like hating themself, but he only had reserved cold glances in return. Now, Sawol was just annoyed by it, desperate that their relationship would change for them to at least bear each other, enough that he could talk about the other without being ignored or interrupted by an insult.

The mutant closed his eyes, his head was starting to hurt.

- - - -

5-8 sent him a few glances, feeling slightly bad to make the younger one upset. He knew 6-2 was a sensitive subject with Sawol, he adored her so much. 5-8 used to wonder why, being such an annoying person as she was, but after hearing so many things she did for the youngster, he did at least understand and respect that fact. But it wouldn’t change the pure annoyance he felt towards her. 5-8 wasn’t used to feelings much, to him, his feelings were more of an observation than an experience. He did feel happiness, but he wouldn’t really laugh. He did feel sadness, but he wouldn’t cry. He never really felt deeply, with the exception of his hatred for Cheonmyeong… and his annoyance for 6-2. This woman could make him boil with anger sometimes, everything related to her, he would feel it times 10, and he hated it.

5-8 let out a sigh, he untightened his grip on the steering wheel and looked at Sawol. Sawol made him feel too, like the younger brother 5-8 never had. He cared deeply for him, more than he would admit, and he hated to see him upset, especially when it was against him.

‘’Why?’’ 5-8 resigned and asked. The youngest didn’t even open his eyes as he asked;

‘’Why what?’’

‘’Why do you think we’re so alike?’’ 5-8 gritted his teeth. ‘’Me and the annoying one.’’

Sawol jumped on his seat, eyes widened in surprise. He couldn’t believe what he had just been asked.

‘’W-what did you?’’

5-8 was starting to get annoyed, he didn’t even want to talk about it. He just felt bad for the kid and he was tired of the silence, he was used to no silence at all when Sawol was around, and he liked it this way. The man let out a grunt, looking back at the road.

Probably scared that this chance would never come again, Sawol decided to answer without forcing the grumpy man to repeat himself. He sat back comfortably in his seat, a soft smile stretching his lips.

‘’It’s what you said about the sun.’’

5-8 blinked in confusion, he glanced at Sawol as if pressing him to continue. He couldn’t help but be curious, no one really seemed to care about the sun except for him.

‘’Y/N, I mean 6-2 to you,’’ He let out a small chuckle before continuing. ‘’She showed me her tools and her notes, you’d love it, you know? She goes to one of the tall buildings in the old city. The same roof at the same time every day. When the sun is at its zenith, she said that’s when you can enjoy its warmth the most. She takes notes about it, some kind of research she told me. She notes the warmth and the brightness of the sun, and its color too. She notes the amount of clouds in the sky and the purity of the air. She showed me some of her tools, but it was honestly too complicated for me. I saw some drawings in her notes too, she’s really good… Anyways, you guys both love the sun. That’s what I meant.’’

5-8 didn’t really know what to think, he would love to see your notes and the tools you used, but he would never admit it to anyone, especially not to you or that traitor Sawol, who he knew would rat him out.

He was honestly surprised to learn you had such an interest in the evolution of the clarity of the sky as he did. He always thought he was the only one obsessed with seeing how bright the star could be without being filtered by the clouds and the heaviness of the air. He wished he could come to feel the warmth of the sun with you... 5-8 ignored the excitement that took his heart, curious about something else.

‘’How does she manage to make her delivery on time?’’

“Ah..’’ Sawol let out, itching the back of his head from embarrassment. ‘’She doesn’t really take any break.. and often works overtime.’’

5-8 raised an eyebrow at the confession, no breaks meant no lunch, and overtime meant less rest. Both of which meant a dangerous accumulation of fatigue that could prove mortal if she was ever attacked. Hunters were still pretty active in the area, and even though things were getting better, some of them just loved the thrill of the hunt and the killings... If you kept going like this, something bad was bound to happen.

‘’Don’t encourage her.’’ He heard himself say. ‘’Late deliveries give us a bad reputation.’’

That was half true and 5-8 knew it, yes he didn’t approve of late deliveries, but in all honesty, he felt a little worried. He might find you incredibly annoying, but you were still a fellow delivery man, and Sawol truly cared about you. 5-8 did not want anything bad to happen. Sawol snorted at the comment.’’

‘’Pfff, Mr.Perfect. You’re the only one that's never late. ‘’

- - - - -

You let out a grunt, lifting your head slowly. You felt your forehead with the tip of your fingers, feeling the crease the steering wheel had left on your skin. You dozed off again… It wasn’t the first time, and you were quite unhappy with your sleeping self to find the hard steering wheel so comfortable since it left you with a quite visible mark that took hours to disappear completely.

A throbbing headache attacked you as you opened your eyes, the light of the hangar too powerful for your exhausted self. After a tired sigh, you grabbed your cap and pushed it as low as possible. Today had been pretty rushing and you felt on the brink of collapsing. You unlocked your door and kicked it open, grabbing your notes at the same time. You climbed down off your truck carefully, contrary to your usual jumping to the ground. You barely had time to slam the door shut when you heard your name being screamed from behind. You quickly turned, just in time for Sawol to jump in your arms. Thankfully, your truck was there to catch you when you fell backward, having received a running mutant straight to the chest.

A painful complaint escaped your lips, the hard metal hadn’t been gentle with your back. Sawol quickly took a step back, grabbing your shoulders and giving you a worried look.

‘’Are you alright?’’ he asked, his face twisted with guilt. ‘’I’m so sorry I shouldn't have jumped on you like that.

You gave him a comforting smile as you gained back your balance.

‘’Don’t worry about it kid,’’ you said, shuffling his hair to tease him. ‘’You’re just heavier than it looks!’’

Sawol laughed, taking a few steps back to let you breathe a little. You watched him as he tried fixing his hair, he was smiling, but his eyes still seemed worried. You knew it was probably more about how tired you looked than from the hit you took. You felt a tightness in your chest, not liking that look on his face. You took all the energy you had left to jump back on him, locking your arm around his neck and messing his hair even more with your free hand.

‘’Revenge!’’

‘’Yah! Let me go!’’

Sawol fought you back but weakened by your laughter and your exhaustion, it didn’t take him long to free himself. With a fake angry look on his face, Sawol tried fixing his hair once again. You let your arm rest on his shoulder, heavier than you would’ve wanted, but the young man didn’t complain, and gladly let you subtly use him as support without having to ask. When he gave up on his messy hair, he smiled at you fondly.

‘’Don’t work tomorrow.’’ he whispered to you.

You hummed, not sure if you agreed or not.

‘’I’ll be fine.’’

Sawol let out an exasperated sigh, it made you feel more guilty than you thought.

‘’If you come with me..’’ you quickly added.

Sawol’s eye widened and he gave you the brightest of smiles.

‘’Of course!’’ he shouted happily.

A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you looked at the young man. You tried your best to observe his beautiful features glowing with happiness, it would make a nice drawing for later.

At the thought of it, your smile dropped. Anxious, you patted your pockets and looked around on the grounds, searching for your notes. When you finally spotted them a few feet away, you felt your heart stop as a hand was already reaching for them. you took a step in their direction but quickly stopped when you lifted your eyes only to be met by the dead look on 5-8’s face.

‘’You dropped this.’’ he simply said, handing you back your notes.

Your hand reached out to it, and you took hold of your notes, brushing your fingers with his by accident. You quickly retracted your hand, pressing the notes against your racing heart. You never liked it when someone touched your notes, except for Sawol which you cared for like a little brother. But the discovery of the notes and research you were doing would’ve been enough of a reason to get you killed when Cheonmyeong was still in power, making you used to keep them hidden. The bastards might not be in power anymore but you had kept the habit of keeping your research to yourself. The fact that you had some random sketches mixed with them also played into this, some of them private enough that you tried to keep them hidden even from Sawol… And even more to one of the most annoying men on earth, you wanted to keep them away, especially from him.

Still feeling the warmth of his skin on the tip of your fingers, you quietly thanked him. you tried not to think of the abnormal beating of your heart, concentrating on the fact that you now needed to wash your hands from having touched his annoying self.

5-8 eyes lingered on your small figure, his face void of expression. You suddenly felt quite self-conscious, you cared more than you’d like to admit what the man might think of you, and you knew right now you were barely holding it together.

‘’You look like shit.’’

His deep voice surprised you, and your eyes widened feeling pretty hurt by his comment. You wish you had something clever to bask at him in return, but your usual witty self seemed absent, asleep deeply inside out. Thankfully, Sawol ran to your rescue.

‘’Even on her worst day Y/N will always look better than you!’’

5-8 snorted at his comment, an amused look in his eyes as they never left your sight. You couldn't help but blush under his intense look. You were happy your cap was helping you hide a little bit of your flustered face. ‘’No one as handsome as you though,’’ you said breaking the awkward moment you felt stuck in. You pinched Sawol’s cheek, the smile you made appear on his face quickly leaving replaced by annoying and pain.

‘’Yah! I’m not a kid!’’ he screamed, hitting your hand so you let him be.

You let out a laugh and tapped his cheek playfully. Sawol pouted and caressed his reddened cheek with his hands.

‘’I’ll see you tomorrow, handsome,’’ you said before starting to leave, making sure to ignore 5-8 still standing close by.

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The warmth of the sun on his face felt amazing, he had taken off his mask to appreciate it to the fullest. He felt at ease, thinking that this must be what paradise feels like. Sawol took in a deep breath, but before he had the chance to exhale naturally, he received a strong punch in the stomach, making him lose all his oxygen. He sat up in a jolt, caught by an uncontrollable coughing fit.

‘’Yah!’’ he spat between two cough.’’You wanna kill me or what?’’

Sawol barely had time to catch the mask you threw him before it would hit him in the face.

‘’Come on,’’ you laughed. ‘’Time’s up.’’

The two of you slowly packed your things back in the backpack you used to carry your tools and made your way back to the ground level, 30 flights of stairs below. No wonder you were so in shape, Sawol thought.

Reaching the floor level, Sawol took care of moving the big wooden wall you always put up to hide the entrance of the building you used to hide your truck. It was mostly a bunch of tall broken windows, but they were fortunately big enough for the delivery truck to enter the building's lobby so it wouldn’t stay outside, exposed, and left alone for hunters to take advantage of.

After finishing to slide the barricade away from the door, Sawol was surprised to find you sitting on the passenger side of the truck. He quickly jogged up to your window, his heart racing with anticipation.

‘’Is this what I think it is?’’

You watched him jumping from one foot to the other, not being able to contain his excitement. ‘’Mm,’’ you hummed positively. ‘’Hop in Mr. Delivery Man.’’

A small joyful squeak escaped his lips before he ran up to the driver’s side and took his seat. Sawol felt his breath being taken away as he caressed the steering wheel with profound admiration. He couldn’t believe he was actually sitting on this side of the truck for the first time. He let his eyes wander, taking in as much as he could, but the multitude of buttons and switches changed his dreaming expression into a frown. He had no idea how to use any of these. Your laugh took him back to reality, and he sent you a sheepish look.

‘’Help…’’ he whispered shamefully.

You burst out laughing even harder at the pitiful sight he offered you, looking like a child in front of a new toy that he didn’t know how to use. When your laugh came close to an end, you pointed at a few of the commands. Sawol followed your finger, looking closely and listening to everything you said with more attention than he had ever given to anything before.

‘’That’s the radio to contact other delivery man, we have a common channel, but if you want to call someone privately, you have to enter their number here,’’ you explained, pointing at a num pad before turning to something else. ‘’Here’s the lights control, there’s the camera around the truck, and here’s the defense settings you can use.’’

Sawol kept listening intently until she was done showing him everything, he exhaled deeply, impressed.

‘’I would’ve never known any of this on my own! Thank you.’’ he smiled at her, eyes sparkling with joy.

‘’I remembered when you told me you didn’t feel ready to be left alone,’’ you said softly. ‘’Well you’re not alone, I’ll show you everything so you’re ready when the time comes.’’

Sawol felt his heart melt. He couldn’t help but wonder why 5-8 hated you so much when you were probably the most caring and gentle person he knew.

The day was still young and you had quite a few deliveries left to do. Sawol let you show him the rope for the first few, but he then forced you to wait in the truck so you could rest. It was clear to him that you were exhausted and you needed the rest. He couldn’t help but smile when he came back from a home delivery just to find you in a profound sleep, head resting against the window. Sawol took on him to continue the rest of your deliveries as quietly as possible so you could sleep as much as you needed. A few hours later, Sawol had just made the last delivery and he was driving back towards the hangar, feeling quite proud of himself for the successful day that had gone by. He felt immensely grateful that you had taken time to show him the ropes, and after today, he felt confident that he would be fine on his own, that he shouldn't have to be scared to disappoint 5-8 when he’d be given his own truck. Plus, he couldn’t help but feel reassured that you had slept for a few hours, you deeply needed the rest and he was sure today had been quite helpful in putting you back on your feet.

Sawol's glance wandered from the road to its surroundings, he was surprised when he spotted a sand storm racing straight towards them. It hit them a few seconds after he had seen it, making the visibility outside incredibly poor. Sawol couldn’t help a rush or anxiety take over him, but he didn’t panic, he knew the way to the hangar by heart, he didn’t need to see far in front or the GPS. They were gonna be fine, he thought, no need to wake you over this.

Sawol took his foot slightly off the gas pedal and opened his lower beam. He continued driving carefully, not wanting to hit anything. Everything seemed to be going smoothly until he saw a dark figure lying in the middle of the road. Sawol rapidly hit the brakes, waking you up from the sudden stop. He gave you a quick reassuring glance before putting his mask on.

‘’Stay inside,’’ he commanded. ‘’It’s probably nothing.’’

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A/N: I don't know when the next chapter is gonna be posted, hopefully soon enough, but I might take a while with the Christmas vacation coming up, I hope you understand! Be sure to leave a comment to let me know what you thought! Much love!!

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erenthology · 7 months

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Assertive

Rugby boyfriend!Eren x fem!reader

collage au, possessive but in an infatuated boyfriend type of way. Size differences are mentioned. No matter your size, Eren is bigger than you. (Note: going to be more active now that Aot is ending. Feel free to send requests ♡)

I don’t mind if you’re ignoring me, cuz I’m ignoring you. “ he watches you bounce around the room in your thin, white nightdress.

You continue looking for your phone, ignoring him. There’s no way you haven’t searched every inch of his dorm room by now, so you finally look at him. He’s laying on the bed shirtless, hands behind his neck, looking at you innocently. That f’ckin bastard.

“Do you have my phone, Eren?”

He flashes his teeth, “ugh, baby, you have no idea how nice it is to hear your voice again. C’mere.” he pats his lap.

You sternly put your hand on top of your hip, arching it to the side, giving Eren the perfect view. “Do you have it or not?” He doesn’t even try to hide his smirk.

”Do I? I'm not sure. You should come over and look,” stretching his arms out in an inviting pose.

Earlier, Eren’s roommate, Floch, made a joke about how he can hear when you and Eren are having sex. When you told Eren, he rushed out of the room and ordered Floch to apologize. Completely scolding him like a dad. You felt embarrassed since you didn’t want his friends to think you can’t take a joke.

You know he’s just going to grab and pull you towards him, so instead, you start walking towards the door. Eren tenses immediately and rushes towards you,

‘’Hey, hey” he grabs your hand. ”where do you think you’re going?’’ he questions with furrowed eyebrows.

‘’To ask if the guys have they’ve seen it?’’

His eyes flash red for a second. To have his friends see the outline of your nipples through that thin fabric of your so called pajamas? He looks you up and down, nope, not happening. You should be wearing his t-shirts to bed anyway.

‘’Not like that, you’re not,’’ he gives you an ‘’end of discussion’’ look, but you huff and turn anyway. Not that you get far at all, he has you slung over his shoulders before you’ve even fully turned.

The con of having a rugby player as a boyfriend is that he throws you around a lot without so much as breaking a sweat. When you’re mad at him, he has this irritating habit of lifting you off the ground and cuddling you until you’ve cooled down. Claiming it “breaks his heart watching you walk away angry.”

He walks towards the bed, ignoring your fists punching at his back. “You’re such a brat sometimes.” He doesn't mind at all though, Eren has the patience of a saint when it comes to his girl, he enjoys being the one to set you straight.

He carefully lies you down on his bed, positions himself on top and grins, ‘’gotcha,’’ then smacks a kiss on your cheek. ‘’You’re annoying.” you pinch his ear in retaliation.

“Ow, hey, you know you’re stronger than you look.” he scratches his reddened ear. ‘’I'm being deadass, baby, you could go pro in armwrestling or some shit.’’ You burst out laughing over how dramatic he’s being and his eyes lit up from the sound. Your smile always captivates him.

Feeling yourself being stared at, you grin cheekily, unable to hide your smile “weirdo, stop staring,’’ brushing your fingers against his stubble. His eyes follow the movement of your hand and begin tracing the shape of your figure when all of a sudden he starts attacking you in tickles.

You’re both advancing on each other playfully, laughing hysterically. In an attempt to roll out of his reach, Eren quickly reacts by by grabbing your hands and pins them above your head. The laughter is quickly replaced with heavy pants as you stare at him naively, your chest rising up and down.

Snapping out of his thoughts, he lets go of his grip and rests his head on your chest, “you know, it doesn’t matter if you’re mad. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable staying here.’’ he gently admits, then lifts his head,

‘’plus, I’m the only one who has a say about you in bed.” he wiggles his eyebrows.

“Gross,’’ you push his chest, apparently amusing him by the look on his face. ‘‘but it’s fine, really. I just wanted to ignore the situation, but I guess he should learn that not everything needs to be said.’’ At this, he grins and takes ahold of your chin,

‘’that’s a good girl.’’

You ignore the heat rising in your face and smack his hand away when you suddenly remember, ‘’speaking off, where is my phone? You know I need to do my nightly routine check.’’

He knows. It’s the reason he slipped it under his pillow the moment you started throwing a fit. It’s nice having the most predictable girl on the planet. ‘’You can do it later, let a man enjoy his girl for a moment. You can be mad at me after.’’

‘’I'm not mad at you’’ you look genuinely offended, causing him to snicker. “Besides, I kinda liked the whole sexy, scolding dad thing you had going on. It was kinda turning me on,” you admit, looking straight into his eyes.

His hands on your hips stiffen instantly and his whole demeanor changes. “Don’t even joke, [name] I will put a baby in you right this second,” large hands grab your ass and starts grinding your body against his.

You attempt to leave but he drags you right back, looking at you confused. Looking down, you purr, “I really need to do my routine check,” sticking out your lower lip for extra effect.

You love to rile him up and have him mock you for being greedy and bratty. His face gets closer to yours with his eyebrows all furrowed.

“Did you just pout at me?”

“Nuh uh,” you lie and tease your hand against his belt, Eren’s eyes follow your movements then trace back up to your face, where you’re innocently meeting his eyes.

He grabs a fistful of your hair and looks down at your hand playing against his bulge. ‘’You wanna get fucked?’’ he spits with disgust, or admiration. It’s hard to tell with him.

“Know you enjoy keeping me on edge, acting all innocent when we both know,” He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, eyes lingering just a second too long on your lips. Thoughts on ways to tame you running wild in his head.

‘’Telling me it turned you on when I was commanding,’’ he shakes his head as if disappointed.‘’It's good I’m here to keep you in line. A girl like you needs that.’’

You feel the imprint of him on your stomach as his hips press you down on the bed, leaving you no space to leave. You try your best to keep your voice steady. “Just wanna make you happy,’ you breathe out. He almost laughs.

“You know what would make me happy?‘’ Eren stands and lifts you up with him.

‘’you with my cock in your mouth.” You almost go limp in his arms from how lewd he's being.

Giving you an expectant look, he nudges your nose with his, “are you waiting for something? get to work.” he guides you down on your knees towards his crotch. The carnal look in his eyes makes you fumble a bit with his belt, but Eren is patient. Sometimes you suspect he enjoys seeing you nervous to perform for him.

Pressing a kiss on the tip, he returns his gratitude by patting your hair in a domineering act, “make me proud.’’ he smiles, in which you relish. Keeping eye contact, you swirl your tongue around his shaft before hollowing your cheeks and start working your way down. You can’t help but gag at his size, no matter how often you blow him.

It’s been quiet for some time now and you’re growing impatient with the lack of praise. You decide to look up at him through the tears in your eyes and catch him smiling down at you. The scene feels so filthy you can’t help but slyly drag your fingers over your panties to relieve some of the pressure, secretly humping your hips against your hand to the sound of his pants.

He just nearly cums in your mouth when he notices what you’re up to. Shamelessly playing with yourself, mouth filled with cock, you look straight out of Eren’s nastiest fantasies, it was perfect.

He bends down and pulls your hand out from under your nightdress, “Not yet, need you to be a good girl for me.’’ Then he does the hottest thing all night, he leans down to give it a kiss. You love him. He makes you feel like a princess getting fucked by her knight.

Feeling enthusiastic again, you eagerly reach for him to continue where you left off, but are stopped yet again. Whining, you wait for him any sort of command, just to do something, anything! but he looks so unaffected it’s making you wail even louder.

“stop whining, you don’t deserve to suck my dick.” Despite the warning, you almost do it again but stop yourself when you notice the glare you’re given. “But I really needa feel you, Eren. It hurts down there.” you were so wet it felt like you were about to explode from the lack of release.

He's only a man after all, even he has his limits when you wail pathetically about how wet your pussy is. Now he needs to have a look. He pulls you up by your torso, ‘’does sucking me off make you wet?’’ You nod and visibly see his ego lit up.

A thin sheen of sweat connects your bodies as he effortlessly carries you over to his bed. You take advantage of your flexibility and spread your legs as far apart as you can once he lays you down, earning a groan out of him.

He doesn't hesitate a moment further to push his face in there and peek under your dress. “such a pretty cunt, princess. no idea how often I jerk off thinking about it, about this,” kissing through your soaked panties. Your hips jerk upwards at his erotic words, desperate for friction.

“Eren, please”

He pushes your panties to the side but keeps them on. It’s like he’s so needy for you he can’t be bothered to take off either of your clothes properly, but patient enough to check out every inch of you as if seeing you like this for the first time.

Eren’s broad body consumes your smaller frame as you lie beneath him. You love this feeling, him shielding your body from anyone and anything but himself.

His ring covered fingers play softly with your bud, observing your reactions before lining himself against you, causing goosebumps to erupt all over your skin. The sight of Eren being almost abnormally endeavored by your pussy as he spits on his hand and pumps his cock, increases the heat pooling in your abdomen.

You lie still, enjoying the sensation of him rubbing and tapping himself against you. His eyes are fixated entirely on your cunt and you enjoy every bit of the attention. Not to say you’re not curious about what goes on in his mind when he’s focused and quiet like this. Like your body is art and he is studying and memorizing every part of it.

Once satisfied, he pushes through the tight hindrance and sucks in a breathe, “oh, fuck.” and finally looks up at you. His heart stops a beat when he’s reminded of how beautiful you are. The urge to hide you away from anyone's eyes but his, hits him strong but he bites it back.

Time slows for a moment as you both take each other in through half lidded eyes, and for some reason, your vision has never been as clear. His fingers thread through yours as he leans in for a kiss. When he pulls away, your eyes are still closed. Eren grins and places one last kiss on your forehead before thrusting his way in.

He’s fucking you with his hips, hard. Hands pressing down your pelvic, holding you still for him to ram into. The strap of your nightdress has slightly fallen down your shoulders, so he pushes the fabric that’s hiding you from him down further, and exposes your breasts. The moan he lets out from the sight is pure filth.

‘’Touch yourself.’’ he demanded, pupils dilated. With glazed over eyes, you comply and start playing with yourself, twisting and grazing your nipples. The act drives him to lift your hips to reach deeper into you,’’really thought i’d let you walk out of my room looking like this.’’ he grows almost annoyed at the thought.

Tenderly cupping his cheek, he almost flinches from how lovingly you’re looking at him, “You’re all I want, Eren.’’ and he almost melts. When you say things like that it makes him want to keep you to himself even more, resting his forehead against yours, he looks at you with almost a pained expression. ‘’that’s good, because i'm a selfish man.’’

With your legs lifted around his waist and upper body sprawled on the bed, you’re essentially at his mercy as he connects your bodies in repeated thrusts. Again, again and again, the sound of him pushing into you echoes in the room.

He fucks like a deprived man and speaks like a man in love. “Does it feel good, princess?’’ You nod with lovestruck eyes. ‘’Yeah? taking me so well. making me so proud.’’ The pressure feels too intense, about to snap.

He’s stretching you on his cock and looking straight into your eyes as he's doing it. Your body dissolves into pleasure as you writhe beneath him.

Your body starts squirming uncontrollably, causing him to grip your hips ever tighter, overpowering you in strength. You let out a loud sob and rake your nails on his back when your vision suddenly fades to black. He stares at you, astonished.

He raises an eyebrow, “did you just cum?” the thusting has stopped completely now but you felt his dick twitch inside you as he asked. “Tried to hold it in for you,” you stare back apologetically, eyes still sprinkled with lust. Best part is, he knows you didn’t. And you know it too.

“Turn around,” he orders. You obey and slump towards the bed with your back against him, hiding your face in the pillows. “Don’t act all shy with me now, let’s see your face,” he leaves no room for discussion, so you slowly turn your head and face him. He looks so big staring down at you from your vulnerable position. “That’s a good, good girl.”

Next thing you know, your cheeks are being spread and played with. Still high on ecstasy from the orgasm you just had, the energy to perform is nonexistent, so he does the job for you.

Huge hands angle your limp body upwards, then press down your back to create a beautiful arch, only for his eyes to admire. He sinks back inside and buries his cock in your warmth.

It’s hard maintaining eye contact with him when he’s like this, it feels so shameless, almost taboo, still, you can’t look away. He’s pounding into you, pulling your hips hard against him.

“This is what you’re making me do, looking at me like that. No one else will ever be able to see you like this,” he occupies his thumb by rubbing it over your clit. The contact is so delicate but rapid nonetheless.

You nod agreeably, barely able to register his words. “Are you close, Eren?’’

“Yeah,” his hands pressed down tightly on your lower abdomen, the scream you let out is almost inhumane. ‘’yes, yes.” you’re grinding back against him in heated motions, shockwaves of heat pumping through your body.

He snaps his pelvic against your ass and feels you sucking him right back in. He thinks back to what you said before about him as a dad and his eyes roll back. The thought of you carrying his child inside you makes him come undone.

“Ugh, fuck.” He comes audibly high etc, covering you in his cum. You expect him to catch his breath but he smoothly regains his composure and pushes you on your back, his thumb finding its way right back to your clit, barely even getting started before leading you to your second orgasm.

You scream in pleasure as he cups your face, lips brushing against your ear. “That's it, princess, you did so well for daddy. made me so proud.” he praises as he pushes your hair out of your face.

The lack of response makes him laugh, realizing he’d fucked you to sleep, litterally. chuckling, he grabs a warm cloth and cleans you up to his best effort.

You’re usually sleepy right after sex so this is a regular routine for you both. He smacks a kiss on the top of your head and covers you with his comforter then goes for a shower.

Once he’s done, he carries you up bridal style to the bathroom. “Wake up, sleepy.” he’s back to his sweet self. You grunt in response. “C’mon, you need to pee.’’ It’s true, so you comply and he leaves you to it.

This is a conversation you’ve both had before, he feels no need to leave when you do your business but you’ve kicked him out enough times so he knows the drill by now. Eren changes the bedsheets while you clean up.

When finished, you walk back to the bed and he opens his arm for you to rest on, your phone lying beside him. You jump at the invitation and he hugs you towards him, ‘’what do you feel like eating?’’ he’s playing with your hair as you lie comfortably on his arm.

“Not hungry.’’ you murmur.

Eren fights the urge to sigh. “Sorry, not up for debate.’’ He saves himself the trouble and orders for you both, knowing you’ll feel hungry once you see him eat.

When the food arrives, you end up wanting exactly what Eren ordered for himself.

‘’You’re a big baby.’’ he sulks and rolls his eyes, but feeds you nonetheless. You don’t miss the look on his face as you take a bite from his hand. One thing about Eren? he can and will fuck multiple times a day if you let him.

‘’down, boy. i’m not tryna have my guts rearranged after eating food.’’

He grins, ‘’I didn’t say anything’.’ knowing he’ll do exactly that when you’re done eating.

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cpericardium · 2 months

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I once read this very popular Worm/Sky High fanfic that was just post-GM Taylor being transplanted into the Sky High universe, inwardly sneering at everyone there for having a lower PRT rating than her, musing about how she was the most powerful person in the school, bragging about the people she'd killed, mumbling about power ratings to characters who obviously had no idea what the fuck she was referring to, and then handily defeating the main Sky High villain in half a chapter

it wasn't satire, just an example of your basic average wormfic

#wormblr #wormwebserial #wildbow #parahumans #worm fanfic #wormfic #taylor please you have to stop muttering about being a master 8 to yourself #she also thinks “I'm a thinker 5” at one point

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utilitycaster · 2 months

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I'm still thinking about that post about how female characters and especially wlw and f/f ships are treated in fandoms because I got a reply that I deleted on my post about how all the Nein were big shippers on deck for Beau and Yasha that boiled down to "haha Caleb making a tower so the useless lesbians would admit they liked each other!" and it's like. He made the tower to Beau's orders. She had already asked out Yasha, who in turn had of her own volition written Beau a phenomenal, beautiful letter instead of a poem as recommended by Jester. This is factually incorrect and obnoxiously dismissive of a genuinely great dynamic and attributes all agency to a man. When you say shit like this you sound like you are Chat GPT. No new thoughts no time actually spent analyzing a relationship dynamic just "ooh i see a woman in fiction what is the phrase most associated with this ok done onto the next task".

#whenever i post like 20 times before 8:15 am like this you need to understand it's bc my dumbass morning person body woke up at like 5:45 am #and i was like well i'm not getting back to sleep and then pounded 3 cups of coffee in an hour #just to give some context #also if i delete a reply or anon know that it's because i wanted to reply with something like this and (usually) restrained myself #which is very hard for me as an annoying person #like. it is very difficult to articulate this without sounding like some kind of well I don't see gender asshole and that isn't what i mean #but if you can only talk about wlw and women in general in overused memes that weren't funny the first time #you're clearly not like. spending time thinking about them. you can see this with repeated phrases #like the reason why repeated phrases in fanfic or in academic essays are looked down on is bc it shows you're not fucking thinking #you just grabbed what someone else said and said haha ok done i'm gonna go back to a busy day of eating markers

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marilynthornhilllover · 8 months

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When you call my name. Do you think i'll come running? {Chapter 5}

+ you never did the same. So good at giving me nothing.

+ now you know and now I'm free

+ never gonna let you back....

Warning: fluff, heartbreak, danger, healing, marriage.

Want to read part 4?: part 4 ,

A/n: I do apologize if there is any Romanian spelling mistake because all translations were done from Google, if they are wrong please let me know so i can do the necessary changes 👍enjoy my loves💞

You woke up from a sudden jolt of fear. You were breathing heavily and your body was drenched in sweat. Tears threatened to leave your eyes as you sat up against the head board. You looked down at your arm and it was wrapped in fresh cloth with pretty stickers and your wrist had a plaster on all the cuts that miranda left and each plaster had little notes. " your loved" " your special" " I love you" " your the light in my dark world". You smiled softly at your arm and wrist and sniffed. You looked around the room and noticed you were in alcinas bedroom.

" alcina?" You called out but there was no answer, the door to the bathroom was slightly ajared and the light was on. You could smell her perfume, maybe it's because your in her room but it was stronger than usual which meant she was nearby. You called out her name again but still there was no answer.

" alcina?" You tried one more time with the last bit of hope you had that she didn't leave you, this time you heard a soft but faint 'yes' from the bathroom. She emerged from the bathroom ducking as her eyes met your gaze. Her eyes were puffy and dull, they were red and looked like she had been crying. She had tissue in her hand and her mascara was ruined completely.

" Your awake" she spoke sniffing as she sat at her vanity. Her voice was softer than usual and quieter, it gaved in when she spoke causing it to crack. She looked down as she took out some makeup wipes from her drawer and wiped the smudge mascara off before re-appling it. She fixed her makeup and lit a cigarette. She took a long drag before exhaling it through her nose. She sighed before looking up at you through the mirror. You could see she was not only hurting but she was falling apart.

" Come here, my love" she spoke softly before taking another drag of her cigarette. You got up and walked over to her vanity and stood next to her looking at her in the mirror. You've never seen alcina like this.... you made her this vulnerable?.... she must really love you. No one would believe you if you said you saw ' lady dimitrescu' cry or depressed. They would laugh in your face or punish you for mocking the lady.

Alcina turned and looked at you. She silently chuckled and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. She gently picked you up with both hands on your waist and placed you on her lap. You both stared at eachother for a while. Thinking about all the things that happened, all the things that was said, all the things that could had been avoided, all the worst case scenarios, and most of all, all the possibilities. What things could have been.

" tell me what you see...." She spoke breaking you from your indelvin trance. She sounded so tired, so lost, so broken so....hurt. You couldn't help but feel a ache in your heart for her. You looked at her for a moment trying to understand her question and how to answer it in the most suitable way possible, in a way she won't hurt more than she's already been hurting. Alcina felt like her heart was on fire, not the love kind, the pain and agony kind of fire. She awaited your response like it was the reading of her death sentence. Part of her wanted to hear your rage towards her. Hear how much you hate her and think she's a monster so she can feel worse about herself.

But the other half wanted to hear you say something nice.... so she can feel like a person. Like she wasn't a murder, wasn't a killer, wasn't a monster.......

" I see a mother..... who cares for her daughters, who'd do anything for their protection, who loves them unconditionally. I see a woman who had high hopes and dreams for the future but things didn't go as planned. I see a hardworking soul, someone with a heart..... I see my lover" you spoke looking up at her through the mirror. Alcina looked down slightly shaking her head.... you gaved her a answer she didn't even know was possible to the question asked.

All this time she had felt so hopeless.... she knew all the bad things people would say about her outside of the castle, and she didn't care at all, but you meant the world to her. So hearing the person she loved say " your a monster" broke a part of her she didn't even know could be broken. Alcina didn't even know she had a heart before she met you. Hearing you say an answer she wasn't sure about was hard for her to believe..... she found comfort in her pain... because at one point she believed it.....

Part of her believed she was a monster, part of her wanted you to believe that too.... to say it again. But to be honest even though alcina did bad stuff in her life that doesn't make her a monster. Everyone makes mistakes why don't we call them monsters?. But this woman who trys hard for her family, for herself, just because she has a bad temper or she's done some bad deeds or because shes not exactly human makes her a monster?..... now that's next leavel bullshit.

You turned around and squeezed her hands. She closed her eyes looking down trying to keep her tears at bay. You placed a finger under her chin and lifted it up so she can look at you but She kept her eyes closed.

" alcina look at me" you whispered, she shook her head, her tears black from the mascara. You quickly wiped it away before it messed up her make up again.

" I love you cina, i really really do" you whispered kissing her on the lips softly. Just a soft peck. It's when alcina opened her eyes you realized what you did. You and alcina just had your first kiss. You both stared at eachother for a minute trying to process what just happened. Alcina saw love and pattern in your eyes..... everyone other than alcinas daughters always looked at her with fear or confusion maybe even disgust but you didn't. Not even once. You always had love, sympathy and adoration in your eyes for her.

" I'm sorry if I overstepped my-" before you could finish your sentence alcinas lips were on yours in an instant. You threw your arms around her neck and melted into the kiss. She placed her palm on your cheek pulling you closer as her fingers in tangled in your hair. You swore the world froze. Her lips were soft as marshmallows,her lips were so plump and tender. She tasted like fine wine and honey mixed with her cigarette and the luscious steak she ate. Her lips were comforting, so hard to pull away from. Her smell and taste was intoxicating, if you could kiss her forever you would.

You felt her tongue press firm against your lips so you opened your mouth for her to enter her tongue. From there alcina lost it completely. She started kissing you passionately. Her tongue exploring every inch of your mouth, fighting against your tongue for space and dominance. You moaned softly as you pulled away and rested your head into her neck.

Alcina chuckled as she cradling your head and she rocked your softly like a baby.

" Te iubesc, mai mult decât stelele iubesc luna"

(i love you, more than the stars love the moon)

She whispered kissing your cheek. You looked up at her and smiled, you didn't need to know what she said, you knew she said something romantic and loving.

" can you sing me a song and help me take a bath?" You asked re-twirling her lose curl and tucking it behind her hair.

" of course draga mea" she picked you up and took you to the bathroom. She placed you down on the shower bench and turned on the water.

" hot or cold sweetheart?" You told her warm, not too hot but alittle bit cold.she turned on the water then she walked over to the cabinet and took out some essential oils and bath bombs. She placed them in the tub and turned off the water. She dipped her hand in the tub to test the water and decided it was perfect for you. Just as you asked. She walked back over to you.

She motioned for you to to rise your hands so she can take off your shirt. She tossed it into the wash basket and bent down to pull off your pants. She stopped mid way and looked at the scars that you got from being in Miranda's lab dungeon. Her eyes filled with regret and sadness.

She ran her cold finger tips across the redden scars that were starting to fade and heal. She leaned down and started to softly kiss every one she saw, slightly kissing any area of skin her lips came in contact with. You shivered slightly as her cold lips traced into your inner thighs.

"atât de frumos"

( so beautiful)

she whispered looking up at you, she tapped your thighs and picked you up. She placed you into the water and grabbed a pink loofah. She dipped it into the water and poured a bath oil that had lavender mixed with rosemary oil for your wounds. She took off the bandages and gently poured water on the wounds that were healing already. She gently washed your skin with the loofah. You sighed as you laid back against the tub and allowed her to take care of you.

Alcina placed little flowers into the tub as she kissed your forehead and grabbed and cup and filled it with water. She gently grabbed your hair and softly started washing your hair. The shampoo smelled like coconut and lavender and the conditioner smelled like orange. Her finger tips gently grazed across your scalp.

" my mom used to wash my hair like this. Matter of fact everything I'm showering you with and washing your hair with my mom used them to do the same with me. When Cassandra was younger I use to do the same aswell..." She spoke.

" so it's a tradition?" You asked bloomly. Alcina chuckled. It sounded sad but she held her emotions back.

" no it's just.... I don't know. If you love someone you just make sure to take care of them. Making someone feel loved by showering them is a normal thing passed down from my moms mother, I guess. I love you" she whispered kissing the spot behind your ear.

" mom!" You flinched as bela showed up randomly. Alcinas emotions immediately changed. You couldn't see her face but you could feel the tension starting to fall back on her.

" is this the way i raised you bela!" She shouted loudly growl pursing through her chest. Bela looked down, avoiding her mother's eyes. Alcinas daughters loved her but they feared her anger.

" n-no m-mother I'm sorry...... Mother miranda is on the phone..... and she's not happy mother.... she angry and she's loud." Alcinas face dropped. Fear took its rightful place in her chest again. Alcina heard your heartbeat pick up.

" i'll be there bela, um, tell a Elizabeth to fix y/n a meal" bela nodded and disappeared into flys. Alcina got up and was starting to walk out of the room but she stopped in her tracks and turned around.

" I'll be back draga" she spoke a slight frustration to her tone of voice and facial expression. You nodded and smiled softly at her, she didn't return it. She walked out and slammed the door loudly.

You turned around and started playing with the flowers in the water.

Now though you didn't know exactly what mother miranda was going to tell alcina you had an idea and you were scared. Even though alcina was powerful and one of the highest among the lords. Mother miranda has rules alcina has to follow or there will be consequences. 'No bad deed goes unpunished by miranda'. Mother Miranda's powers cannot be contained, even alcina knew that and alcina too feared her power.

Alcina walked angrily towards her study. Anger and rage overflowing from her but also fear and dread. She knocked the door open and walked over to the phone. She stopped and tried to calm herself and collect her anger.

Her walked over to the phone and picked it up.

" mother miranda" alcina spoke plainly.

" QUITE THE LONG WAIT, DIMITRESCU" She shouted over the phone. Alcina growled as she tried to stay calm and collective. She sighed as she sat down on her chair, lighting a cigarette.

" I do apologies mother miranda, I was preoccupied by a maiden who made an-" mother miranda cut her off immediately.

" CUT THE BULLSHIT!!! UGH.... the girl alcina! You freed the girl!"

" with all due respect mother miranda the girl is mine! And plus I thought we had an agreement on her freedom!" Alcina spoke, managing to keep her tone of voice on a respectable leavel but her frustration and anger was still heard by the black god.

" alcina do not test my patience! Do not try me! You know the power I hold and yet you play foolish! Iwill not hold back to discard you off this earth!..... bring me the girl tomorrow! Or get her out of Romania tonight!...... may i remind you dimitrescu.... failure to bring me the girl I will hunt her down and i will find her! with the muten lycans I WILL find her! and when I do either that be dead or alive I WILL MAKE YOU PAY AND MAKE YOU AN EXAMPLE TO THE OTHER LORDS!" She screamed.

"Miranda!"

" BRING ME THE GIRL!" She screamed again before hanging up the phone. Alcina got up and threw her desk screaming. She sat on the chair before pinching her nose Bridge trying to calm herself. Alcina closed her eyes and calmed herself. Her mind ran directly on you. Over her dead body was the only way miranda could take you away from her. She was not going to allow it. Her heart broke the last time when miranda abducted you and hurted you, she will not let it happen again.

When she saw all the scars you have because of her she felt heartbroken. You felt so much pain because of her. Alcina sighed as a tear rolled down her cheek before she quickly wiped it away.

She returned to the bathroom and you immediately noticed her sad face mixed with a scared one. Right then an there you knew this wasn't an normal argument.

" tough cookie?" You asked in hopes to lighten her mood but it didn't work one bit. It's like she didn't even hear you.

" ready to get out draga mea?" She asked avoiding eye contact with you. You replied 'yes' and she grabbed a cute fluffy towel and wrapped it around you.

She guided you to the bedroom as she gaved you an weird looking outfit. It was mountain pants, a black hoodie, construction shoes, a beanie hat, a very sharp cold steel knife, black gloves and a bag with food, water and basically survival stuff.

" we're going hauting?" You asked smiling at everything before looking up at her. You noticed she had a very distinct look in her eyes and a cold sad facial expression on her face.

You walked closer towards her and grabbed her hand but she pulled it away. You felt your heart crack at her actions, you thought the both if you was getting better. Your eyes filled with tears quickly even though you didn't quite understand the situation yet.

" you need to leave Romania" she spoke, still not looking at you.

" w-what? But- alcina I can't do that! Hell i still don't even know where my mom is..." you spoke tears falling like hot flashes as you walked closer to her but she backed away.

" mother miranda wants me to bring you to her tomorrow morning I don't know why..... if I don't do that, you'll have to leave Romania and if you don't she'll get her biggest most infected lycans to hunt you down..... and when they find you it won't end good for us..... we mostly me..... mostly you" she spoke finally looking up at you, tears in her eyes. Her lips were shaking as she tried not to break down in tears.

Alcina looked so scared and broken. She didn't know what to do. And even if she did she wouldn't trust herself with the idea enough to make the decision.

" well, we don't know exactly what she wants from me so I can go-" alcinas eyes flashed a bright gold. The thought alone made her heart clench.

" no! The only reason is to kill you and feed you to her birds or use you in her lab" Alcinas facial expression alone told you everything. She couldn't protect you against miranda. No matter how much she fought she'd still lose...... but she loved you... so she was going to do everything in her will power to try.

" Well, where will I go alcina? I have no where to go. I can't go back home because that's the first place the miranda will have blown down, and you know that" you spoke, alcinas eyes were filled with terror and agony even though nothing had happened to you yet. She couldn't belive you were now a prey for miranda. All of this was her fault. She sat down sighing before looking back up at you.

" far up east, its the only village were miranda has history. They hate her there, if she returns they'll kill her....you'll be safe there." She whispered. She knew what she said would irritate you so she stood immediately after she said it.

" are you out of your fucking mind alcina?!, no unwelcome person enters that village and survives!" You shouted, slightly stomping your feet. Alcina rushed over to you and placed her hand over your mouth.

" keep your voice down! We can't let anyone know our plans. Miranda can manipulate someone so they can tip her off about information. I know it's not a good choice but it's not such a bad one either especially if you take the route in the forest" alcina saw your eyes lit up and she squeezed her hand over your mouth again to stop you from arguing loudly again.

" I know draga, she's going to have the forest packed with lyacns but you'll make it. Their half blind so just try not to make any noise they have super sonic hearing like me" alcina looked into your eyes and all she can see was fear and anger. She felt her world fall down like a Lego castle. She was scared for you. You couldn't be in her castle nor can you be outside. Miranda will stop at nothing the get to you.

Alcina slowly removed her hand from your mouth and took a step back. You saw a look of defeat on her face. Hopeless, powerless. Her eyes were bright yellow but her pupils were half blown out. You sighed and looked down. When you looked back up you gaved her a look of confirmation. She gaved you a small but not genuinely happy smile before she got you ready.

You wore the clothes and made sure you looked camouflage. She gaved you a map and guided you through all the routes and roads, giving you hints and ideas of where to go and where not to go. She said lyacns usually snarl every 2 minutes, their very smart obviously because they were once human. She told you the basics and gaved you a bag with bandages, water and small snacks.

" you'll be ok" she reassured you before she held your hand in hers and kissed it. She guided you out of the room and down alley way you've never seen before. This part of the castle had many pictures of alcina when she was alittle kid and some with her parents. Some pictures had bela, Daniela and Cassandra as babies and kids aswell.

" what is this place?" You asked looking around. Alcina held your arm closer as she carefully made you walked through a hold in the wall and down a dark hallway.

" I use to walk here when I wanted to sneak out to go play music with my band. Not even my parents knew about this part of the castle. Only I know about it now" she spoke letting you walk infront of her as you both walked through another hallway filled with windows on one wall and pictures on the other. You looked outside to see snow falling and the remaining castle walls.

" so why can't I stay here if there's hidden places in the castle" you asked reholding alcinas hands and looking up at her.

" because draga, miranda has this power with her eyes, when she's hunting a prey everyone else is green and you'll be red. If I don't bring you to her tomorrow on the given time she'll storm this castle and without a doubt she will find you. There's no holding back you can't be here. As I said it won't end good for us. And plus when my parents died miranda used to live here. So no doubt she doesn't know about the hidden places too." She spoke opening a door and carefully leading you down a old beaten up staircase.

" are you scared of miranda alcina? You asked and she sighed.

" no, obviously not draga I'm scared of the power she holds..... there's a different. Of course if she was powerless I would let you stay here and not give a fuck about what she says" she said rolling her eyes you chuckled softly.

" you mentioned it not ending good for us right?" You asked and she hummed in response.

" you also said she loves your daughters do you think she'll hurt you knowing you have kids?" You asked and she sighed.

" Yes she most definitely will. no bad deed goes unpunished by miranda..... Miranda is heartless y/n remember that. No matter how good she seems her heart is colder than Antarctica. She told me she won't hesitate to discard me of the earth. And plus I'm basically going against Miranda's wishes by not taking you to her. God knows I love you too much to let her hurt you again. The first time wasn't intentional this time will be on my command. It's not happening. I can't let you break like that again....." She spoke holding you close.

" I love you alcina....." You spoke hugging into her tightly, she sniffed and caressed your hair hugging you more as if it was her last. Just incase it was the last time she hugged you alive......

She bent down and held your hands. She pressed her forehead against yours looking deeply into your eyes. Alcina truly loved you. She'll do anything for you. Even if it means she has to die..... but hopeful it won't get to that point....

"acesta nu este sfarsitul"

( this is not the end)

She whispered as she blinked her tears away. You held her face with both hands and kissed her nose, trying not to cry.

" I'll pray for your safety and I'll always be your protector or knight with shinning black claws" she said rolling her eyes and you giggled. The sound touched a soft spot in her heart. A heart she didn't even know she had or was capable of having. Before alcina met you she was just as heartless as miranda. Her world was dark. But you came down like a angel and changed everything for her.

You looked into her eyes and realized you have to go and this might be the last time you will ever see alcina again. Part of you just wanna wake up from whatever dream this is. And the other half wants to sleep forever..... but not get hurt....

You started crying as you held onto alcina tightly. Alcina sob softly as she held onto you too. She didn't want to lose you. If she did she wouldn't live with herself for the rest of eternity. Her heart wouldn't take it. She'd fall apart. She'd crumble. She'd probably die of grief and regret.

" niciodată pierdut mereu găsit"

( never lost, always found)

She whispered leaving kisses all over your face.

" before I go I'd like to give you this" you whispered handing her a sliver ring with a half heart shaped dimond. You took out yours and connected it with hers and she let out a gasp of surprise.

" I'll see you again soon?" You asked more tears threatening to fall before you unconnected the ring. Alcina caressed your cheek and nodded.

" I need to hear you say it alcina please...." You spoke you voice cracking. Alcina wasn't sure..... she didn't want to lie to you but she had to make you feel safe.

" you'll see me again dragul meu"

( my love)

She whispered before kissing your lips softly and wiping your dried tears from your face. You looked at her ring and at yours then up at her beautiful eyes. Your gonna miss her eyes, her warmth, her kisses, your gonna miss her.....

" think of me always" you both whispered at the same time before you both slightly laughed and smiled before it all faded. Alcina opened the door and you walked out. The cold air slightly pushing you back. You sighed as you walked out. You looked back once and smiled at alcina. She returned it and waved. You blowed her a kiss and waved your ring before heading off.

Alcinas heart broke into million pieces. Seeing you walk out.... away from her..... she wouldn't be able to hear your hear beat now. As she listened to the last bits of it before you walked out further, it was so calm and steady but a rough pattern that showed you were scared. She just wanted to hold you close and tell you it's gonna to be ok. She hated herself for not being able to protect you more.... better. She knew her decision was bad, but it wasn't that bad.

When alcina saw you were out of sight she closed the door and walked back inside. She had a plan. There's no way she was going to let you be in a forest alone. Not only will lyacans be in there but so can mother miranda. Alcina was going to send someone to find you and bring you somewhere safe.

Alcina knew miranda wouldn't hurt her. Miranda had mad a promise to alcinas mother that she'd respect her and never lay a finger on her, not even one strand of her hair. Miranda took a vow to that promise and seeled it before alcinas mother took her last breath. Miranda was big on promises, she always kept them.... especially ones she took vows too. She wasn't going to hurt alcina.... but as for you.... she was going to absolutely destroy you..... if she can't hurt alcina... she'll hurt the one she loves most..... she wouldn't dare hurt her kids..... no..... Miranda had a plan but so did alcina.....

Somtimes the best way to get into a man's heart to be able to inflict pain is through his lover.....

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styles-harriet · 30 days

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Mentally I'm still here. Jin is my man , there's not one doubt in that, BUT Max is so damn fine like cmonnnn gimme some of that.

In the discussion group on reddit people started saying how we *might* face consequences for not being loyal to our fake dumped Li in Casa Amor despite sticking. And I had kissed Max at every chance I got ,so, I did the most normal thing

I replayed Casa amor

I can't have him disappointed in me , I just can't. Even if I don't face the consequences, Jin is going to be sad that MC was a hoe O⁠_⁠o. And so now, I'm on my loyal route , I'm not flirting with Max ( as much as this hurts me ) , and i didn't even take the winning lead , I let Casa lose, but they still ended up hosting a losing party so that was very much similar to the winning party scene except everyone obviously decided to blame MC for it

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kingofanemptyworld · 15 days

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was anyone going to tell me grimmjow and ichigo have a 5 inch height difference because this is pretty critical information for me and I feel like I have not been incorporating this into my fics to the best of my ability

#king’s court #bleach #grimmichi #Ichigo is only 5’ 8???#grimmjow is over 6 feet???#I’ve been picturing them with like a couple inches between them #fuck I could’ve done so much more with Grimmjow LOOMING #he’s always taller in art of them but I didn’t realize the actual number until just now #shame on me for not doing my duty as a fanfic writer

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ottercervie · 7 months

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Me, once again writing the PJO fic I started 8 years ago when I was just a wee lad because the PJO show has confirmed release dates: NEVER BACK DOWN NEVER WHAT?

My phone, crying: NE—NEVER GIVE UP!

Me, Very Determined™️ to finish this 8 year old fic: NEVER BACK DOWN NEVER WHAT?

My phone, old and tired: NEVER GIVE U— *violently coughs*

#my writing #writing #fanfic #pjo fanfic #cervie writes #yes it is actually 8 years old this year #pls read it #i’m celebrating when I post at least 5 chapters #i need to give myself a treat so i have further motivation to write #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #pjo fandom #pjo series

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veranism · 1 year

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GRRR SOMEONE PLSSS MAMKSZXMWE MAKE AN FANFIC ABOUT BLACK KNIGHT KDRAMA PSLSLSSLSL GRRR IM BEGGING, ON MY KNEES RNNN

#5-8 #sa-wol #black knight #black knight k drama #kim woo bin #grr beging for fanfic pls #black knight netflix

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mywitchcultblr · 7 days

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I haven't checked wattpad in years

Are you seriously asking me $8 a month to read reader self insert being sold to Harry Styles or whatever fanfic people steal from ao3? And they add microtransaction? Might as well add loot boxes and gacha system as well. Subscription model is extortion, I think you are a sucker if you pay five or eight dollars a month to read fanfic...

Also by god everything in wattpad is so sanitized

#i know people mentioned ads and payment #but 8 dollars a month?#we have lost the plot #fanfic #writing #ao3 #wattpad #capitalism #next time you cannot own your own mug #you have to pay 5 bucks a month to use it #politics

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cookie-dough-writes · 21 days

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They should make a support group for kids who had too much unrestricted internet access as a kid because it is just so complex. I also do not want to bring up pony.MOV in an expensive therapy session.

#been watching rainbow dash presents and MAS and listening to some old pony songs #i heard 5 seconds of love me cheerlie and i suddenly remembered what being a kid was like #its kind of sad how much my childhood was full of online stuff that i couldnt even process but then again my brain was fried with grief #at the time #good god though #but!! on a lighter note i loved and still love rainbow dash presents #i didnt even realise it was based on fanfics until i was halfway through it as a kid #i was a bit dense #but i was 8 #but their Rainbow is... very me i love her #pinkie also #i realised thats why Gay Bar is so familiar to me because pinkie sings a snippet in it in episode 2 #anyway #YEAH 2012 was a great year for me but i was so weird #cookie rambles #mlp #my little pony #sonic #sonic videos were very this #nostalgia

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cloverzbandit · 30 days

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CHAPTER ONE POSTED OF MY NEW SERIES!

Enjoy! This has been a draft for 3 years lol- and so are the others to come. Check back every Saturday for new chapter :7

#splatoon #splatoon 3 #my art #my fanfic #my fic #my writing #agent 3 #captain3 #brook #agent 8 #Willow #Callie #Marie #the squid sisters #agent 5 #Elly #agent 24

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astrophiliaxx · 1 month

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To be honest, the reason that I'm mostly excited about "The Idea of You" is because of Anne Hathaway. The edits that would be made are what I'm more excited about.

Also, the scene packs would help me create more scenarios/story ideas about Mirandy or Emily and Andy.

#anne hathaway #fanfic #andrea sachs #miranda priestly #mirandy #the devil wears prada #emily charlton #english is not my first language #Excited about contents that just would feed more to my delusions #Like it could be an au where after 5 or 8 years after paris

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i-prefer-west-side · 9 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/th3-desire/716944260565434368?source=share reading nikki heat fic prompt

IMAGINATION (rated hard-T)

Rook's fingers circle her nipples, and she gasps, her back arching, her moans swallowed by the hard press of his mouth to hers. He trails his mouth across her cheek, down the long slope of her neck, follows the path of his hands down her body.

Kate gasps when Rick's fingers drift down her stomach, his mouth inches from her skin, breath wafting over her and sending shivers down her spine as he reads.

"How does it feel?" he murmurs against her skin, pressing a soft kiss just below her navel. "Knowing that people write stories about you-" Another kiss, lower. "-and me." Lower. "Imagining us doing things like this."

"It's not us," she manages to gasp, her hips lifting, hitting his chest.

He chuckles. "May as well be." He drops the printed story to the bed and presses against the insides of her knees, parting her legs. "I imagine us when I write it."

She buries her fingers in his hair and arches when he reaches his destination.

#castle fanfic #thirsty thursday #post-couple #season 5 #season 6 #season 7 #season 8 #post-series

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thedreamingfish99 · 4 months

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Bright Sun Chapter Two

5-8 x Reader

Summary

Sawol is tired of seeing the two of you fight over everything and hate each other, but for better or for worst, a traumatic event might be what was needed to bring 5-8 and you closer to each other.

Warnings : Slow burn, Ansgt, Hurt, Possible death

Words : 3K

A/N: Heya sorry for the long wait, I've been pretty busy in December, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter!

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CHAPTER TWO

You pressed your hands against your eyes, trying to take away the sleepiness from them. You had been sleeping so deeply it took you some time to truly come back to reality and take in the situation. You watched as Sawol slammed the door shut, quickly running to the front of the truck. You could barely see him through the violence of the storm, but the low beam helped cut his silhouette from the dark. You squinted your eyes, trying to see what had made him come to a stop, that’s when you spotted the supposed dead body laying on the ground.

You felt your chest tighten with fear.

‘’It’s a trap!’’ you screamed at Sawol even though he couldn’t hear you.

The fear took your sleepiness away in an instant. You opened your glove box, grabbed your handgun as fast as you could and quickly threw yourself out of the truck without even taking the time to put on your mask. The panic rushing through your veins barely made you feel the heavy landing your ankles endured. The visibility was horrible, and you cursed yourself for forgetting to at least grab your goggles. The sand was violently slashing at your face, your eyes were burning, uncontrollable tears flying down your cheeks, but you kept running until you could reach Sawol. He had disappeared into the thickness of the storm.

A scream resonated not too far away, your grip on your gun tightened as you raised it in the direction of the noise. Worry was crushing your chest, you felt so close to throwing up. That scream sounded too much like Sawol. Taking a few careful steps towards the scream, you suddenly saw a few shadows appearing through the thickness of the storm. They seemed to be fighting and it seemed to be five against one, five hunters against your friend. Your running came to a sudden stop when you saw the lone shadow get hit and fall to the ground.

‘’SAWOL!’’ you screamed, afraid of the worse.

The hunters’s shadow turned in your direction at your shout, but you were already raising your weapon and firing away at them, rage disrupting your usually soft traits. It didn’t take you long to take care of the five shadows, watching them fall rapidly one after the other each time you shot. You had always been an incredible shot, that was your strength. Being a delivery woman, you knew you needed more than to know how to fight with your fist to survive. You were strong, yes, but there would always be a bigger enemy and that’s why you trained more than anyone with every weapon available to you, and guns were your choice of preference, always.

After observing the lack of movements from the downed hunters, you rushed to Sawol’s immobile body.

You fell to your knees next to him and held his head, calling his name repeatedly. His lack of response was worrying, but after looking for a pulse, you felt your entire body relax with relief. He wasn’t dead, only unconscious. You searched for his wounds, only to find the back of his head bleeding. If he hadn't been a mutant, you would’ve been extremely scared, but having already survived being shot in the head, you felt safe to assume he would be more than fine.

Taking a deep breath, you grabbed a hold of him and tried to lift him. He was truly heavy and it took you a lot of effort to get yourself as straight as possible. You slowly carried him back to the truck, taking a painful amount of time, as you breathed heavily from the effort it was taking you. Inhaling an insane amount of dust by doing so.

Getting Sawol’s unconscious body back in the truck took you an awful amount of time. By the time you were done, you could barely breathe. You hadn’t had any clean oxygen in too long, mixed in with the dust, you felt like your lungs were on fire. You weren’t really aware of how you made it back to the hangar, feeling on the verge of passing out any seconds, you uncontrollable fits of cough probably being the only thing keeping you awake.

As soon as you stopped the truck, you kicked your door open, but couldn’t control your loss of balance due to your weakness and crashed hard on the concrete floor. Your vision was blurry, you felt your name being screamed and strong arms wrapping themself around you. You grabbed onto their shirt, coughing loudly, managing to breath out Sawol’s name before passing out.

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5-8’s eyes widened as he caught your truck rushing through the hangar dangerously fast. You brusquely came to halt a few meters from where he had been supposedly cleaning his truck for the last hour, looking for an excuse to wait for your arrival with Sawol.

Curious of your panicked entrance, 5-8 felt his worry raise. He started walking in your truck’s direction, only to see you falling from your seat and hitting the floor heavily. Panicked, 5-8 ran to your side, yelling your name. He grabbed onto you, lifting your head to face his. The man felt his heart drop at the sight of your wounded face. Your eyes were bloodshot and quite literally crying tears of blood. Your whole face was full of open wounds from the sand slashing at your face, blood bleeding out of your nose as well as surrounding your mouth from all the heavy coughing you had gone through.

‘’Y/N… Y/N can you hear me?’’

You didn’t answer him immediately and tried, unsuccessfully, to focus your eyes on him.

‘’Sawol..’’

5-8 had barely heard you by how hoarse your voice sounded, but still understood. He blinked in confusion, suddenly realizing he had forgotten about his young protege at your pitiful sight, he gave a quick glance around him, seeing a few delivery men rushing over.

‘’Kid’s still in the truck, take him to the infirmary.’’ he instructed them.

They nodded and rushed to Sawol’s side. 5-8 turned his attention back to you, feeling his heart drop when he realized you had fully closed your eyes and looked unconscious.

“Y/N..? Y/N wake up!”

Tightening his hold around your shoulders, he placed his free arm under your legs and picked you up. 5-8 carefully made his way to the infirmary, keeping a strong hold on you. Your head was pressed against his chest, directly above his heart, making it resonate even louder inside of him.

A painful moan escaped your lips, you seemed to have gained consciousness again but hadn’t opened your eyes yet. 5-8 was honestly wondering if the loud beating of his heart woke you up. He looked down at you, your face distorted by pain. 5-8 bit his lips and started walking a little faster than before.

‘’Lay her there.’’ 4-1 ordered him as he entered the small infirmary.

He slowly laid you down on a cold metallic table, making sure to carefully put your head down on it. 5-8 barely realized his hands lingering on you, until 4-1 pushed him aside, resulting in a strange coldness on his fingers, already missing the warmth of your touch. He stumbled backwards, anxious by his own inability to be of any help in your recovery. He stared silently at you while 4-1 slid an oxygen mask on your face. A sudden coughing fit took you, making you sit up. 5-8 took a few shy steps towards you, wanting to help, but 4-1 just pushed him out of the room.

‘’Your staring is annoying and you're in the way, make yourself busy elsewhere. ’’ she said harshly but with a glint of warmth in your eyes. ‘’She’ll be fine.’’

She slammed the door right in front of him, leaving 5-8 feeling extremely confused. He blinked a few times, trying to get his thoughts back in order, and slowly walked back to your truck. The only thing he seemed to be able to do to help in the moment was taking care of your truck. He climbed in and moved it into your designated parking lot.

Even after being done, 5-8 couldn't seem to be able to remove his hands from the steering wheel. He was gripping it tightly, looking straight into the void in front of him, completely lost in his thoughts.

What had just happened?

He gripped his shirt, feeling his blood pumping strongly.

What were those feelings? 5-8 had always been so calm, had always managed to keep a stable grip on his emotions, keeping him in constant control of his actions. But when he saw you falling off your truck, your face crimson red from all the blood, he just lost it. He didn’t even think of Sawol until you called his name and felt ashamed at the realization.

There was one thing 5-8 truly hated, and it was to lose his ability to control himself, unconsciously, he had always been aware of your ability to make him lose his calm, and he hated it. This was the main reason why he found you so annoying, why he never wanted to talk or even think about you. This was the foundation of his hatred for you. But he would never admit it, nor what those kinds of feelings might actually mean. 5-8 closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He chased away his thoughts, not enjoying the rush of uncontrollable feelings it brought him and, and regained his usual emotionless state of mind.

As he opened the door, ready to jump down the truck, his eyes caught on your notes, safely tucked in the door’s net holder.

Without thinking, 5-8 reached for it, not able to resist the temptation. He opened it carefully, as if it was a precious relic and observed every page, one after the other, without being able to stop himself even though guilt logged itself in his stomach. His curiosity was way stronger. He had dreamed of laying eyes on those notes ever since Sawol had told him about your research.

5-8 couldn’t believe it, he honestly didn’t know what to think of it. Not really knowing what to do, he closed your notes, putting them back to where they belong. Still in shock, he mindlessly walked back to the infirmary.

His fingers slid across the pages full of charcoal. He liked the feeling, it was rougher than the pages of the books he had scavenged over the years, the paper of your notes were thicker, they felt nice under his touch. He truly understood why you cared so much about this book, yes it was your notes, it was months of your for you, but the book in itself was an antiquity, a precious treasure of forgotten times. Everything was screens now, they didn’t produce paper anymore, and when your pages would be filled, you’d have to look for a new one yourself.

5-8 didn’t know how long he stared at it, flipping through each page one by one. He read every note you wrote, admiring how detailed you were, calculating the percentage of pollution and warmth produced by the sun. He found himself enjoying the small doodles you had made all around. At first they were mostly your equipment and probably the landscape around the rooftop you went to. But then he saw some portraits here and there, mostly you Sawol, which made him smile. Sawol smiling brightly or sleeping on the ground. There were some other delivery men as well as sketches of trucks and some decent looking places in the hangar. When he reached an empty page, 5-8 unconsciously flipped through the rest of the book, making sure he didn’t miss anything else. He stopped himself near the end of your notes seeing a few pages darkened by the brush of your pencil.

He felt his heart skip a beat as he opened the first page filled with drawings hiding at the end of your book. They were all drawings of him, pages filled with frozen moments of his life. He admired himself, painted with a smile on his face, saw himself boxing with a punching bag, cleaning his truck, giving instructions during some of their secret meetings. Many of the drawings were just of his face in many expressions. 5-8 felt warm, incredibly warm. He had difficulty breathing and tried unzipping the top of his vest, barely succeeding from how much his hands were shaking. He had completely forgotten about any precious thoughts of changing the weird feelings he felt towards you into hatred and annoyance. All he could think about right now was his heart beating so loudly he thought it might explode, and the fact that you had been watching him, drawing him.

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Painkillers numbed every part in your body, you didn’t feel much of anything anymore, except for the burning of your eyes and your throat. 4-1 had left some time ago, saying you were fine, but that the sand had irritated your mouth, nose and eyes until they bled, and that your lack of clean oxygen was probably what had made you pass out in the end. There wasn’t much else she could do to help you, only time could heal your wounds now. You had been relieved when she told you Sawol was fine, that he had only passed out from the hit he had received behind the head, but that he’d probably wake up soon. She then had left you alone in the room with his sleeping body.

You climbed down the table slowly, your head throbbing from pain, and made your way next to Sawol, grabbing a chair and placing it next to his bed. You sat there a while, holding his hand and waiting.

The infirmary door suddenly opened behind you, making you jump in surprise. Hand pressed against your chest, you took a deep breath when you saw 5-8 standing in the doorway. He had scared the hell out of you. He raised an eyebrow at you, in a quiet request to come in. You nodded in response, not really surprised that 5-8 had come back, he was probably worried about Sawol.

But you didn’t feel ready to face the man, not when the memory of his strong arms holding and carefully bringing you to the infirmary filled your mind. After seeing him again, your thoughts were uncontrollably filled with him, you remembered his warmth and the feeling of his heart beating against your head.

The more you thought about it, and the more what 4-1 had told you sounded wrong. You hadn’t passed out from the lack of clean oxygen, you had passed from being in 5-8’s arms. Feeling the blood rushing to your cheeks, you turned your attention back to the sleeping beauty next to you, hiding your flustered expression to the man entering the room.

You watched from the corner of your sight as 5-8 walked around Sawol’s table until he stopped near his head. You watched silently as he delicately placed his hand at the top of Sawol’s head and gently caressed his hair.

“How is he?”

Your heart skipped a beat upon hearing his deep voice. You lifted your eyes to meet him, but when you opened your mouth to answer him, no sound came out of it, only a hoarse attempt to work ‘’Fine’’. You coughed loudly, and 5-8 quickly interrupted you before you could try again.

“Rest your voice, it’s fine.’’ he reassured you. ‘’It’s probably gonna take a lot more than whatever happened to kill this kid.’’

You felt a chuckle attempting to escape your lips, only to come out as another set of coughs. You groaned, face twisted with pain.

5-8 brows furrowed as he looked at you, an unusual warmth in his eyes.

‘’Sorry…’’ he smiled softly.

Your eyes widened at the sight, was he smiling… at you?

Feeling your heart beating furiously, you didn’t know what to do nor where to look to try and hide your reddening face. You didn’t know how to deal with this, was he kind to you only because of your state at the moment? This was unusual. You know how to deal with his annoying remarks, you were good at feeling annoyed at him as soon as he addressed you. You were also extremely good at observing him from afar, since the man was annoyingly handsome and quite satisfying to draw. But the moments of calm and joy you observed from him were usually not directed towards you and you didn’t have to deal with that heartstopper of a smile, not like you did at the moment. And you couldn’t help but love the way he softly smiled at you, eyes sparkling with something you couldn’t identify. And you couldn’t help yourself but hope he’d smile at you again and again and again…

You shook your head, trying desperately to chase away the flush of your cheeks and come back to reality. 5-8 was looking at Sawol, he seemed lost in thoughts as well. You cleared your throat, trying to ignore the pain of doing so.

‘’I… I’m sorry.’’

You knew those words were yours, but they were said in a voice far from yours, it was strange hearing yourself talk like this, and it definitely did not feel good. 5-8 looked at you confused, the expression on his face clearly asking you for more details.

‘’I-it’s my fau-fault he got hurt. I sh-should’ve be-’’

‘’Stop it…’’ he interrupted you more harshly than he would’ve wanted. ‘’You need to rest your throat.’’

You frowned, wanting to explain yourself, but he continued, surprising you with the softness of his words.

‘’Plus, Sawol is a grown man and a certified Delivery man, he’s more than able to defend himself. It could’ve happen to anyone.’’

5-8 stood up before you could even try to add anything else. He silently walked to the door, your eyes following him with every step. He opened the door, ready to leave, but stopped himself in his tracks and locked back at you from above his shoulder.

‘’Take some few days off, you need some rest.’’

You felt your heart burst into your chest as you watched him rapidly exit the room. you could swear you had seen some colors on his face.

A/N : I really enjoyed writing this chapter, some feelings are starting to show up! Hoping to see you for the next one. Much love!

#fanfic #5-8 x reader #kim woo bin black knight #black knight 5 8 #black knight fanfic #black knight #Reader #Black Knight Show #kim woo bin 5 8 #kim woo bin fanfic #kim woobin #4-1 #5-8 #Black Knight 5-8 x Reader #5 8 x y/n #5-8 x you

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peanut-tyrug · 3 months

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[9 Fanfic] Singing among the Stars

One must learn to see past their mistakes, and take them as learning opportunities, learn to like making mistakes.

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TRIGGER WARNING: This fic contains stress, a fear of other ppl’s opinions/stage fright, and anxiety. If you aren’t comfortable with these things, please don’t read this.

Despite the chaos in the world, you can still find happiness within it.

Something that felt almost impossible to come by.

All while the war between man and it’s creations goes on outside, three little ragdolls; 3, 4, and 5, reside inside a small abandoned theatre.

It was late in the night. The silence of the world creeped around the state. It’s terrifying, yet soothing. Despite the calm, the storm is soon to be raging on again.

“3? 4?” 5 calls out. “You ready for bed?”

5 scours around for the two hooded twins, but they seem nowhere to be found… where did they go?

…They didn’t leave, did they?

As 5 peaks behind a small curtain, he spots the twins.

“There you are!” Says 5, relieved. “What’re you doing in—“

5 cuts himself off as he looks up at the projected image coming from a nearby projector. He stares up, just as the twins are.

The film being played is that of a man sitting on a small stool. He appears to be playing the guitar, and singing. The man’s soothing and timbre sound echos through the small room. He even appears to be playing in the same theatre the ragdolls were in.

5 couldn’t help but stare at the man. He was completely awestruck. He had never seen or heard something so wonderful.

It was inspiring.

The twins then looks back to see 5. They move back a bit, startled. They, very much, were not ready for bed. They eventually relax as they notice 5’s lack of movement.

5 smiles a bit. “…Actually,” He begins. “We can stay up a bit longer.”

5 then walks to the twins and sits by them, happily looking up at the film, that same smile still plastered on his face. The twins also look back up, smiling.

The elder of the three dolls continues to remain awestruck. Inspired…

…5 wants to do that…

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It’s been years.

Years since 5 and the twins had to flee the theatre due to a sudden attack on the area. Years since 5 and the twins met others of their kin. Years since 5 and the twins joined their kin in a cathedral, a sanctuary, fit for them.

…Years since 5 had gotten injured during the war.

He had lost an eye.

It wasn’t something another of the kin couldn’t fix, however.

With the help of 2, a kind healer and inventor, 5 was able to be patched up and adjust to his one eye. He actually prefers having one over two now.

After that, 2 and 5’s relationship blossomed. 2 became 5’s mentor, 5 became 2’s pupil. They had a relationship that resembled that of a father and his son.

They did many things together. They built a Watchtower at the top of the sanctuary together. They built a telescope together.

They normally created and built things together. Although, 5 begins to change this pattern…

2 works silently in the workshop he had cobbled together. It was a workplace for himself and his apprentice, where they both normally worked. Where 2 would teach 5.

5 slowly enters the workshop, pulling back the fabric entrance and letting himself in. He slowly approaches 2, not wanting to disturb him.

“…Hey, 2?” 5 asks. “Can I use some of the supplies you have?”

2 looks away from his work and back to 5, a smile on his face. “Of course you can! Why do you ask?”

5 hesitates to answer. “…I wanna make something with them.” He says.

2’s eyes light up. “Ah, I see!” He says. He slowly gets up from his seat. “Would you need any help from me?”

“No.” Says 5, smiling a bit. ��I think I got it.”

“I see.” Says 2, smiling as he sits back down. He’s proud of 5, he’s come so far. “Enjoy yourself.”

“I will.” Says 5, still smiling.

5 walks over to a small pile of cut wooden planks stashed in a small corner of the workshop. The planks already had some pre-drilled holes in them. He digs the pile them and finds a few pieces. He then scours through a few drawers to find some strings, small pieces of wire, metal, and broken nails. 2 watches as 5 leaves, carrying the supplies in his arms.

2 wonders what 5 could be working on. Just thinking about it makes his smile grow wider. This was 5’s first time making something on his own.

He knew 5 had come very far.

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5 sits in the Watchtower all on his own. The cool breeze blowing against his burlap face and the roof of the tower. He quietly works with the materials he had gotten. It all seems so peaceful. As he works, his mind wanders.

5’s mind quickly begins to focus on a memory of old. One that was striking to his soul. Inspiring to his mind. Something that had left him so awestruck.

That old film he and the twins had seen so long ago. That man playing the guitar and singing in that very abandoned theatre.

He never had the time or ability to actually bring that aspiration to light. Not until now.

He’s already connected the wires to the nails and metal and placed them inside a longer piece of wood. He’s even connected the planks.

It’s almost done.

He slowly wraps the strings around the bits of metal and the end of the longer plank and connects them to the bottom of his makeshift creation. After several minutes, maybe even an hour, he eventually finishes connecting the last string.

5 looks at his creation with a large smile planted on his face.

A little guitar.

It was rickety, but it could very likely work as it was supposed to.

5 recalls how the guitarist in the film held the instrument. He keeps it gently in his grasp and slowly moves his fingers toward the strings.

He strums.

He smiles wide.

…It worked…

…It actually worked!

5’s smile widens. He couldn’t believe it had actually worked! He begins to fiddle with the guitar a bit more, his smile never wavering. He excitedly fiddles with the strings and strums, not really trying to make a rhythm or melody, just having fun.

5 chuckles to himself. He almost couldn’t believe he had done this all on his own.

He then looks up to the sky beyond the Watchtower. The sun is beginning to set. The sky is painted in a beautiful gradient of warm and cool colors, ranging from a comforting red to a soothing purple. A few stars begin to pop in as the sun inches toward the horizon’s edge.

5 pulls a chair toward the Watchtower’s telescope and sets himself in front of it, looking into the great beyond of the barren and dead Emptiness ahead of the cathedral.

The one-eyed doll relaxes, taking a deep breath, and closes his eye. He begins to try and recreate the melody from the guitarist. It happened so long ago, yet it felt so fresh in his memory…

5’s fingers brush against strings almost effortlessly… he begins to hum that same song he heard…

“…I look beyond, into the Great Beyond…”

“…I look ahead, into the land ahead…”

“…Never have I ever, I ever, I ever…”

“…Seen such beauty, such grace…”

“…With you, I’m singing among the—“

*Pluck!*

…Wrong note…

…5 recollects himself. He inhales, exhales, and starts again…

“…I look beyond, into the Great Beyond…”

“…I look ahead, into the land ahead…”

“…Never have I ever, I ever, I ever…”

“…Seen such beauty, such grace…”

“…With you, I’m singing among the—“

*Pluck!*

…Again?

“…Come on…” 5 quietly grumbles. He sighs, and looks into the darkening sky…

…Come on, you can do it…

5 sighs and closes his eyes once again…

“…Never have I ever, I ever, I ever…”

“…Seen such beauty, such grace…”

“…With you, I’m singing among the stars…”

“…I’m singing among the stars…”

“…With every inch, and fiber, and atom of my being…”

“…With you, I’m singing among the stars…”

“…5?” A voice asks.

5 is suddenly knocked out of his headspace. He jolts and shouts into the air as he swirls back to face the source of the voice, his face scrunched in terror and embarrassment.

…His embarrassment, unfortunately, doesn’t waver.

He sees 2, standing in the lift that allowed entrance to the Watchtower. His face displays that of complete astonishment and amazement, his eyes wide and mouth agape. He simply had no words.

“…2…” 5 says pathetically. “…You scared me…”

2 appears to still be awestruck. A smile slowly creeps up his face. He begins to clasp his hands and clap, happily laughing a bit.

5 looks down in embarrassment. “…Was it that bad…?” He asks.

“No, no! Not at all, my boy!” Says 2, still chuckling. “It was wonderful! Spectacular! Smashing! Absolutely smashing!” He continues to chuckle, happiness and excitement completely overtaking him.

5 looks up to 2 a bit, almost unable to believe what he heard. “…Really?” He asks.

“Yes! Yes, splendid!” Says 2, exiting the lift and placing a hand on 5’s shoulder. “It was spectacular! I never knew you could sing like that! And that guitar, very well made!” He says, glancing at 5’s guitar and analyzing it.

“…Thank you.” Says 5, smiling a bit. His smile quickly wavers however. “…How much of that did you hear?”

“Not much.” Says 2, a smile still plastered on his face. “I heard you on the way up. I watched, and quickly saw how much fun you were having.”

5’s smile then returns. He chuckles. “…I was.” He says.

“You should display that talent to the others!” 2 suggests. “I’m certain they would love to hear it.”

5 appears taken aback, not certain of such a decision. “…I think 8 will make fun of me.” He says pathetically. “And what of 1? He’ll probably say no.”

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about them.” Says 2. “You don’t have to show them. You can just show everyone else. And if 8 or 1 says anything disrespectful, if they are to find out about it, I’ll be certain to show them my feelings.” He says with confidence and enthusiasm.

“…What if they don’t like it?” 5 asks.

“I’m certain they will like it.” Says 2. “You have an amazing voice. You’re wonderful at the guitar too. I don’t think you have anything to worry about.”

“I’m still rusty though.” Says 5.

“Then practice!” Says 2. “That is what you did when I taught you, isn’t that right?”

“…Yes.” Says 5, smiling slightly.

“Exactly.” Says 2. “Just try to practice. You’ll be alright. If you need assistance, let me know, okay?”

A smile further creeps up on 5’s face. “I will.” He says.

“Great.” Says 2, patting his apprentice’s shoulder.

5 continues to smile as 2 walks toward the wire balcony of the Watchtower. “What’d you come up here for?” He asks.

“To stargaze.” Says 2. “Care to join me, 5?” He asks, turning back to 5.

5’s smile continues to stay on his face. “Sure.” He says.

5 sets the guitar near a small clipboard and walks up to the balcony beside 2. The mentor and apprentice look into the sky, gazing upon the twinkling stars as the darkness of the night creeps over the barren land.

5 can’t help but be utterly inspired by the scene before him. He watches as the colors of sunset fade and the stars become more clear. The sky quickly becomes taken up by various stars and other celestial objects that the Stitchpunks couldn’t name.

“It’s awe inspiring, isn’t?” 2 asks.

“…Yeah.” Says 5.

—

It’s quiet. Peacefully quiet.

2 silently and soundly sleeps nearby the clipboard, sitting upon a bench with his back against the wall. His vision displays a calming darkness. His mind is away in the realm of sleep.

…Until the sudden plucking of strings is heard.

2 opens his eyes a bit and blinks. He groans a little, sounding groggy. He slowly looks up to the source of the plucking.

2 sees 5, sitting by the telescope, plucking at his guitar strings. He’s trying to make a melody, practicing.

2 clears his throat before speaking. “I see you’re practicing.” He says.

5 jumps a bit at the sudden voice, but quickly calms when he realizes the it’s origin. He looks up to 2. “Yeah.” He says.

“Have you slept at all?” 2 asks.

“I did.” 5 replies. “I’ve been up for a bit. Sorry that I woke you.”

“No, no, you’re alright.” Says 2. “Do you need assistance with anything?”

“Not really.” Says 5. “Do you know how to play the guitar?”

“No,” 2 replies. “But I can help if you aren’t feeling confident.”

5 smiles. “I appreciate that.” He says. “I’ll tell you if I need anything.”

2 nods as he slowly gets up from the bench and heads to the lift. “I’m going down to the workshop.” He says. “I’ll leave you be.”

“Thanks.” 5 replies, smiling up to his mentor.

“You are very welcome.” 2 responds. “Have fun.”

“I will.” Says 5 as he watches 2 descend.

5 then continues to pluck at the guitar strings, quickly regaining the melody and rhythm he had from the night prior. He turns to look into the dull depths of the Emptiness. Despite the dark and lifeless world 5 and his colleagues live in, it still gives him motivation, confidence, to move forward with his practicing. That which is lifeless, gives him contentment.

“…With every inch, and fiber, and atom of my being…”

“…With you, I’m singing among the stars…”

—

It’s later in the day. 5 stands within the lift, descending down to the throne room. Not to greet 1 or 8, no… he needs to see 6 and the twins.

5 brings the lift to a halt and stares upon the desolate throne room. 8 shoots a look at the apprentice, so does 1. 8 appears on guard, 1 appears irritated by the appearance of the apprentice. 5 tries not to stare either of them in the eyes as he exits the lift and scuffles into the little corner where the prophet and twins resided.

5 quietly moves into the dark corner, it’s hard to see. The only lights being from the faint flickering lights from the twins.

“Hey.” 5 whispers a bit.

The three dolls quickly turn back. The twins smile and scurry over to 5 and hug him tightly. The apprentice chuckles with glee. “Hey 3, 4!” He whispers happily. They eventually separate.

“I need to speak with you.” Says 5. Each of them tilt their heads in curiosity.

“I need you all to meet me in the Watchtower tomorrow night. Just as the sun is beginning to set.” Says 5. “I’ve got a surprise.”

The twins eyes flicker with delight. They both look to each other excitedly and continue to flicker, wondering what 5 could have planned for them. 5 looks to 6, who seems to already know what he’s talking about.

“Don’t tell anyone, 6.” 5 says to the prophet slightly teasingly.

“I won’t.” 6 responds. “I will keep it hidden.”

The twins then scurry over to 6 and sit in front of him, they really want to know what 5 has planned.

“No, no!” 6 whispers. “Not yet. Wait.”

The twins appear to be saddened that they have to wait as their heads droop and their smiles fade. Despite their want to see what 5 has planned, they know they have to wait. They look back to 5, smiling.

“I appreciate the secrecy, 6.” Says 5. “I’ll let 7 know as well, if I can find her. And 3, 4, be good.” 5 then exits the corner as the three dolls wave him farewell.

~~~

5 descends to the level below the throne room. He brings the lift to a halt and steps out into the long hallway leading to 2’s workshop.

He wanted to ask if he had seen 7.

He had looked everywhere for the defender, and hadn’t seen her. As he approaches the workshop, he sees 2, but also someone else…

“…7?” 5 asks as he peaks through the fabric entrance.

2 and 7 turn to face 5. 2 sits at his desk, appearing to be making a kind of spear. 7 stands by his side, as if she was watching him.

“Hello, 5.” Says 2. “What brings you here?”

“I wanted to ask something of 7.” He says.

As 2 processes 5’s words, he quickly realizes what he means.

“What is he on about?” 7 asks, her voice stern.

Before 5 can speak, 2 responds. “It’s something special, 7.”

He knows.

5 doesn’t have to ask a thing.

“He’s right.” Says 5.

7’s nonexistent brows furrow in interest. “What do you got for me?”

“It’s for everyone, except for 1 and 8.” Says 5. “It’s tomorrow night, up in the Watchtower. Just as the sun is setting. You just gotta wait and see.” He says that last sentence teasingly.

“Ah, I see.” Says 7. “I’ll be waiting.”

“I will too.” Says 2, smiling up to 5.

“Good thing.” Says 5. “I’ll let you get back to that spear now.”

“Farewell, 5.” Says 2. “Have fun.”

“Bye!” Says 5 as he leaves the workshop.

—

5 quietly sits in the Watchtower, plucking at his guitar’s strings. It’s late in the afternoon, the sun slowly reaching the horizon once again. The one-eyed apprentice hums as he plucks, trying to recall the melody.

He was perfectly at peace.

Mostly…

…Until…

*Pluck!*

5 silently grumbles. He tries again, humming to himself once more.

*Pluck!*

…What’s going on?

Why is he suddenly messing up?

5 sits up a bit and looks down at his hands as he strums… the more he messes up, the more uncertain he feels.

…What if he messes up when performing for the others? What if he can’t play the song correctly? What if he just doesn’t know what to do?

The worry eats at 5’s head… he was so confident in himself a moment ago… what was going on?

5’s pace quickens as he strums. No longer is his melody or rhythm steady. It’s quick, hard to keep up with. Incorrect notes are being played as the stress continues to drive through 5’s skull. He can’t help but think it anymore.

“…5?” Says a voice. The unknown figure placing a hand on the apprentice’s shoulder.

5 whirls back around, causing the hand on his shoulder to fall. His eye widens at the figure who has approached him.

He sees 2, worry and concern glossing over his face.

He knows.

“Are you alright?” 2 asks worriedly.

5 struggles to form a sentence. “…I-I— uh..” He stammers.

“You can tell me, 5.” Says 2.

5 continues to stammer, before finally speaking. “…I’m alright.” He says. “I think I just need a break.” He then gets up from his seat and steps the balcony of the Watchtower.

“…Are you sure?” 2 asks.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m okay.” Says 5.

He doesn’t think he needs the help.

2 steps by 5’s side and looks to the barren Emptiness before turning to 5. “You understand that you can tell me if you’re not feeling well, correct?” 2 asks.

“Yeah.” Says 5.

2 nods, but doesn’t say another word, not wanting to push 5 to answer if he doesn’t want to.

5 and 2 look on into the barren lands.

A feeling of uncertainty crosses 5’s heart.

~~~

5 still stands by the balcony while 2 sits at the telescope, asleep. The apprentice peers over to his guitar, brows furrowed sorrowfully. He hobbles over to the instrument and sits nearby his mentor.

He strums once more.

…Eventually…

*Pluck!*

5 sighs.

…It’s gonna be a long night…

—

The early morning sun peers over the horizon, brining on the warm color gradient that was so admired. The bright sunlight gleams against 2’s optics. His eyes then blink open and lifts his head up a bit. He looks to his side.

He sees 5, his head slumped over and guitar in his limp grasp.

2 frowns and his brows furrow.

…Oh, dear…

Had he slept well?

“5?” 2 whispers gently.

No response.

“…5?” 2 whispers slightly louder, now shaking the apprentice’s shoulder.

5’s eye shoots open and quickly jolts up with a yelp. He breathes hastily. His head darts around, covered in fear. Just as he looks at 2, he begins to relax.

“…Hey, 2.” Says 5, catching his breath. “Did you sleep well?”

“Did you?” 2 asks.

5 averts his gaze, hesitating.

“Don’t you lie to me.” 2 says, voice stern.

5 doesn’t answer, not certain of how. He keeps his gaze averted.

He didn’t sleep well.

“…I’m sorry.” Says 5.

“You’re alright, 5. I’m glad you are at least being honest.” Says 2. “Although, I can tell something is wrong. I believe it needs to be addressed.”

5 doesn’t look like he wants to speak about it. But it needs to be discussed. 2’s brows furrow.

“Grab a chair and sit in front of me.” Says 2. “Keep your guitar nearby.”

5 silently obeys and grabs a nearby wooden chair. He drags it in front of the old inventor, his gaze still averted and his guitar leaning against the chair.

2 places a hand on 5’s shoulder, making the apprentice look up at him. “What’s wrong, 5?” 2 asks. “I want to help you. I can’t bare to see you hurt.”

5 suddenly appears to be overrun with guilt. He averts his gaze once more and sighs before finally speaking. “…I-I… you’re right. I am stressed about my performance…”

2 nods. “How come?” He asks calmly.

“…I’m scared… scared of messing up. I didn’t want to tell you, I thought it would go away.” Says 5. “People are watching me this time. I felt so confident about it at first, but now… I try to get that rhythm and I keep messing up. I hate it… I can’t help but wonder what can’t I—!”

2 suddenly bushes 5, putting his index finger over his lips. “…Mistakes are a part of life, my dear boy.” He says.

“…I’ve never seen you make mistakes.” Says 5.

“That doesn’t mean I haven’t made them!” 2 says with a slight chuckle. “Sometimes I mess up a blueprint or put a part in the wrong place. Sometimes I mess up an entire piece all together! But I know how to enjoy these mistakes.”

5 then seems terribly perplexed. “How are you able to enjoy mistakes?” He asks, sheer yet understandable confusion in his voice.

“They’re learning opportunities, my boy.” Says 2. “Whenever I make a mistake, I see where I need to improve. I see what I need to tighten, loosen, or smack into place. Sometimes I learn something entirely new when I fumble… Can you recall any mistakes you have made?”

“…Uh,” 5 stammers a bit, trying to remember. “Oh! It was something we scrapped— a little catapult? …I didn’t tighten a screw enough and the slinger hit me on the head. It ended up breaking apart…”

“And what did you do after that?” 2 asks.

“I checked and noticed it’s screws weren’t tightened properly.” Says 5. “I tightened everything back up, and learned a bit about checking before testing.”

“Exactly.” Says 2. “You learned something. Anything else?”

“I was stitching up a practice dummy.” Says 5. “The stitching was too loose, so I learned to tighten it up, with your help.”

“See?” 2 asks. “Every time you’ve made a mistake, it has been used as a way to learn from them. So, why can’t learning a song on the guitar be the same?”

5 begins to ponder 2’s question… he almost feels ashamed for having not noticed. 2 notices 5’s shame as the apprentice averts his gaze again.

“Don’t be ashamed of yourself, 5.” Says 2. “You were stressed. You just need to learn to take a step back. And if you mess up, discover where to improve. If you ever need assistance, I am always here to help you.” He places a hand on 5’s shoulder.

5 looks up, smiling at 2, who is also smiling.

5 is happy to have 2.

“…I could use some help actually.” Says 5. “With stress, and also with practice.”

“I will help as much as I am able to.” Says 2. “Try to get that rhythm, take deep breaths.”

5 nods. He looks down to his guitar and takes a deep breath. He closes his eye as he exhales and begins to strum. It takes a moment, but 5 eventually begins to get into an organized rhythm, humming the lyrics. 2 nods proudly.

“…I’m singing among the stars…”

“…With every inch, and fiber, and atom of my being…”

“…With you, I’m singing among the—“

*Pluck!*

5’s brows furrow. He opens his eye and stares down at the strings, saddened. He then feels 2 touch his shoulder. He looks up at his mentor.

“It’s alright.” Says 2. “Take it slow.”

5 smiles and nods. He takes another deep breath.

“…With you, I’m singing among the stars…”

—

It’s been a day since 5 had spoken with 2.

It was performing day.

5 is doing a lot better. He had spent a decent chunk of the previous afternoon getting assistance from 2. He had given him many helpful pointers that afternoon.

5’s been practicing on his own for awhile, since early in the day. Anytime he began to feel stressed, he tried to reassure himself. He truly hoped the others would like his performance. Any time he messed up, he’d remind himself: It’s all a learning opportunity. Take it slow. You’ll be alright.

The young apprentice then turns to face the barren Emptiness once again. The sky begins to fade into that same warm gradient. A few stars begin to pop into the sky.

It was time.

5 then hears the creaking of the lift. He turns to see the lift coming up to the Watchtower, 2 and the other four dolls he had invited with him. 2 opens up the lift and the twins are the first to exit, scurrying up to 5 and hugging him tightly.

5 chuckles. A wide smile appears on his face. “Hey.” He says to the twins as they separate and he rubs their hoods.

2, 6, and 7 then approach. 7 sits herself on against the wall.

“Let’s see what you got.” Says 7, smiling. As 7 finishes her sentence, 6 and the twins set themselves on the ground just next to 2, who has already taken a seat.

Everyone is looking at him.

Nervousness quickly overcomes 5 as the smile on his face falters a bit.

2 places a hand on 5’s shoulder. A gesture that always seemed to calm 5 down.

“You can do it.” 2 says gently. He removes his hand from the apprentice’s shoulder.

5 looks down at his guitar. He takes a deep breath and closes his eye.

The rhythm and melody quickly comes forth, just as the sun inches to the horizon. More and more stars slowly begin to appear. The sun shines a bright outline onto 5 as he begins to sing…

“…I stare deep, deep in the darkness…”

“…I stare far, far into the emptiness…”

“…It all feels so bland, so bleak, so meek…”

“…And yet, I see the beauty…”

The apprentice’s small audience quickly becomes enthralled, completely immersed in the song as the orange sun glistens.

“…I see it there, just beyond the horizon…”

“…I see you, just beyond that gate…”

“…I look beyond, into the Great Beyond…”

“…I look ahead, into the land ahead…”

“…Never have I ever, I ever, I ever…”

“…Seen such beauty, such grace…”

“…With you, I’m singing among the stars…”

“…I’m singing among the stars…”

“…With every inch, and fiber, and atom of my being…”

“…With you, I’m singing among the stars…”

5 has no idea what happiness and excitement he’s brought onto his audience. They can’t help but be utterly amazed.

“…When you’re gone, it all feels so empty…”

“…When I’m alone, the darkness comes around…”

“…I hate it, yet I love it…”

“…Because I know I’ll get to see you soon…”

“…I get all happy, giddy, and peppy…”

“…Because I know you will return…”

“…I look beyond, into the Great Beyond…”

“…I look ahead, into the land ahead…”

“…Never have I ever, I ever, I ever…”

“…Seen such beauty, such grace…”

“…With you, I’m singing among the stars…”

“…I’m singing among the stars…”

“…With every inch, and fiber, and atom of my being…”

“…With you, I’m singing among the stars…”

5’s timbre voice echos through the small Watchtower. Everyone continues to be at ease as 5 enters the song’s end…

“…The darkness can be cruel…”

“…The barren lands can be cold…”

“…But as long as I know that you’ll be there…”

“…I can only wait for you to rise…”

“…With you, I’m singing among the stars…”

“…I’m singing among the stars…”

“…With every inch, and fiber, and atom of my being…”

“…With everything that makes me, me…”

“…With everything that makes us, us…”

“…With you, I’m singing among the stars…”

5 softly finishes the song, just as the sun completely sets, revealing the deep navy blue sky and bright twinkling stars. He opens his eye and looks upon his completely awestruck audience, a smile on his face.

5 averts his gaze, still smiling. “So… what did you think?” He asks.

Everyone begins to slowly clap, which quickly evolves into an encore. 5’s smile widens.

“I had no idea you could sing like that!” 7 says, awestruck.

“Splendid!” Says 6, clapping his pen nib fingers. The twins eyes flicker brightly as they clap.

“5, my boy!” Says 2, getting to his feet and still clapping. He approaches the apprentice and tightly wraps his arms around him. “You did amazing! Wonderful! Spectacular! Smashing! Absolutely smashing!” He says with breathy chuckle and a wonderfully wide smile. He’s doing a standing ovation.

“Don’t overdo yourself, 2.” Says 7, slight concern glossing her voice.

“I’ll be alright, 7.” Says 2 nonchalantly as he continues to chuckle. He eventually sits back in his chair and his laugh falters. He looks to 5. “I knew you could do it, 5. I’m very proud of you.”

“…I am too.” Says 5, his gaze averted, yet he’s still smiling.

Amongst the silence, 7 peers over beyond the balcony of the Watchtower. “…Sorry for my short stay, but it’s getting late. I’m gonna head back down.” As she gets up and heads to the lift, she turns back to 5. “That was great 5. Keep it up!” She says as she enters the lift.

5 chuckles. “I will.” He says.

“…I will be going too.” Says 6. 5 understood, he seemed to prefer being in his corner.

As 6 gets up and heads to the lift, the twins scurry over to 5 and hug him tightly, their way of saying they enjoyed 5’s performance.

“Thanks, you two.” Says 5 as the twins separate from him. They hug him again as you’re welcome. They scurry over to 6 as he enters the lift.

As 7 prepares to bring the lift down, she looks to 5 and 2. “You two staying up here?” She asks.

“Yes.” Says 2.

5 nods with affirmative hum.

“Alright.” Says 7 affirmatively. “See you two tomorrow.” She says as she brings the lift back down.

“See you as well!” Says 2 as he and 5 watch the lift descend.

Once the lift is out of their view, 2 gets up from his seat and heads to the Watchtower’s balcony. 5 turns back to 2 as he stops. 5 sets his guitar down and walks over to 2 and stands beside him.

The two dolls look on into the barren lands and up to the star ridden sky, the constellations being incredibly visible. The sky is an absolute spectacle.

“…Y’know,” 5 begins. “We should rebuild that catapult.”

“We should.” Says 2.

5 and 2 look continue beyond the balcony in silence, their minds invigorated and excited to start their next project.

It’s awe inspiring, isn’t?

- END -

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