#Less because he's sorry and more because the *scandal* that it would bring
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Prompt 88
In a world where every human starts with blood that’s a very bright red, only darkening by one taking another’s life, Tim is very careful. Apparently even using explosions in warehouses and wherever else the league of assassins had set up counted as killing, to his slight horror. He couldn’t let his team know of course, even if they joked about joining him if he turned villain.
It was one thing to joke, but if they saw his blood, pitch black and dark enough to nearly swallow the light around it? He really doesn’t want to see the horror or disgust. He isn’t going to let anyone know if he can help it.
So it’s a really shitty situation when one of the henchmen of one of the rogues decides to break his nose and about fifty-something people are suddenly very aware of his very high kill count. He has a choice here. And he isn’t entirely sure if he wants to deal with the consequences of either of them.
#prompts#batman au#dc#dcu#batman#red robin#tim drake#Tim has a kill count in the thousands and really does Not want other people to know#Less because he's sorry and more because the *scandal* that it would bring#He doesn't want to be a problem to the Waynes :(#If/When the batfam find out they are Concerned#Someone bundle this child up in a blanket#Kon does not know the issue is while the rest of the Young Justice team are gaping#Wtf did you *do* Robin?! What happened that caused that?!#young justice
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rock god
you've got one year left to either finish your novitiate and become a nun like your parents always wanted, or leave the order and live a secular life like you've always wanted. but the fact that a sister's flirty nephew is staying in the convent for the summer provides a perfect distraction to such headache.
♔ PAIRING: rockstar!jungkook x novice!reader
♔ GENRE: 80s au, angst, smut, humour, fluff, s2f2l
♔ WORD COUNT: 16.3k another long one i'm sorry
♔ WARNINGS: minor characters death, religious themes, catholic guilt, smoking weed, swearing, sacrilege and exhibitionism: fingering in a church, profanity, blasphemy, quiet sex & loss of virginity (you're probably thinking girl AGAIN?), protected sex, betrayal, one mention of rape
♔ AUTHOR'S NOTE: for an atheist i do seem to write a lot about religion lol. the first song jk writes & performs for reader + the inspiration for the title is rock god by selena gomez, and the second one church by chase atlantic. i recommend you listen to them in advance☺️ also, we'll pretend jk is blond in the banner okay?
1986
The day was going incredibly slow, as all of last month’s had.
Most people would attribute that to the fact that you were a novice, but their idea of what that entailed was far from the reality. Contrary to popular belief and even if some sisters wished it was the case, cloistered nuns didn’t spend all day just praying. There were many other things to keep busy with in a convent, such as attending to one’s studies, doing household chores, or working to bring money in and keep the place going. Free time had never been the part of the day you looked the most forward to, though, until recently. Not that it got any better then.
Contradictory as though it was, you were kept from the present by the same plaguing thoughts you didn’t want to be left alone with… And sometimes, such as now, you didn’t have any choice but to force yourself back into reality, running late as you were.
The novice mistress Sister Daeun—that is, the one responsible for the training of the novices—had assigned you to fix the torn seams on your classmates’ habits that morning. Hey, someone had to do it. So off you ran through the cloister not to melt under the same sun others didn’t seem to mind.
Others being Jungkook and the group of girls who gathered around to listen to him play the guitar.
The presence of men wasn’t rare in your abbey, built some centuries back. It was sort of shut off from the rest of the world, hidden up in a mountain, but lost hikers always wandered into it and the abbot was more than happy to let them spend a night or two as guests, regardless of their gender.
Jungkook was a guest too.
He was in a rock band, or so you’d heard, and that career choice was why his parents had kicked him out, something you’d pity him for if he wasn’t always in a cheery mood whenever you chanced to see him around. Of course, what guy wouldn’t, surrounded by girls?
It didn’t bother you that some of your less spiritual sisters succumbed to his tattoos, long dyed blond hair, charming voice, and piercings. Their parents would doubtlessly tell them to stay away from someone who looked like a delinquent—your conscience did too—but then again, they were the ones who’d forcefully made them join the order, so you understood where the girls’ disobedience came from. On a personal level, in fact.
Though not because of the same reason, you weren’t there willingly either.
Unlike theirs, your behaviour wasn’t scandalous in any way and there was no need for you to be schooled in rectitude, no. This was just the path your parents had wanted you to take since you were little and you’d resigned to comply, however unhappy it made you. It wasn’t that you wouldn’t make a good nun, devout as you’d been raised and actually enjoyed being, but it wasn’t your calling.
Leaving the lively cloister behind and trying to do the same with your affliction, you rushed to your destination.
About three hours later, you were still sat in front of the sewing machine in the otherwise empty laundry room, humming on a loop the part of the song Jungkook had been playing earlier. You couldn’t deny it was catchy... Besides, you needed a tune to distract you from the machine’s repetitive noise and the summer heat, or else you’d go crazy. Maybe you had already, given you’d failed to notice someone opening the creaky door and walking in.
“Hello?”
Startled, you raised your head to meet the eyes of the rockstar himself, filled with something akin to interest. “Oh, hi...”
Jungkook chuckled. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to sneak up on you.” Before you could kindly tell him not to worry, that it was your fault for spacing out, he grabbed the hem of his shirt to show you the hole in it that until then you hadn’t caught sight of. “I was told to come here to get this fixed?” He then glanced at the dozen habits lying on the table you still had to work on, and changed his mind not to burden you, “But I can come another time– Or not at all! I mean, ripped clothes are trendy, aren’t they?”
For the first time in a while, you laughed genuinely and not out of courtesy, “I wouldn’t know, there’s not much variety in a novice’s wardrobe.” Since Jungkook’s t-shirt would just take a moment to mend and you didn’t mind helping him, you decided to neglect your current task without a second thought, holding out your hand with a smile. “It’s alright, really!”
“You’re an angel.” He smiled back as he took off his t-shirt, exposing a toned body you weren’t prepared for. Bet he says that to all the girls, intruded a thought in your mind as though to make go away the uplift of his compliment, but you brushed it off before he reached the table. “By the way, was that my song you were just humming?”
“Oh? I heard you sing it earlier, but I didn’t know it was yours,” you said while getting to work. Meanwhile, Jungkook leaned against the door’s frame. “I don’t really listen to music much.”
“What?!” He was utterly shocked, eyes wide like he’d seen a ghost. “That’s the greatest sin of all! I’ll have a serious conversation with the abbot, they’re not teaching you girls the important stuff here.” Father Jimin would certainly be amused at such a request. “But I did see you running earlier in the cloister, now that I think about it. It is hot, Y/N, but I don’t believe the floor is in flames.”
He knows my name? What a stupid question. Whoever had told him to come to the laundry room must have seen you entering it and mentioned you’d be there.
“Yeah, I was late, had overslept. It probably looked like someone was chasing me… Nun on the run!” you rhymed out of nowhere. “There’s a title for your next single.”
“If naming my songs will get you to listen to them, I’m down.” You looked up from the task at hand to ask him if that meant he’d credit ‘Sister Y/N’ as a songwriter, but the sight of someone walking down the hallway towards the laundry room scared the words away. “You know, you’re too pretty to be a nun.”
Sister Daeun, now right behind Jungkook, smacked the back of his head and asked, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Jungkook’s smile turned into a pout as he rubbed the spot. “Nothing, aunty. Ouch…”
Yes, he was her nephew, which was the main reason why Father Jimin had allowed him to stay not just for a few days, but the whole summer. Sister Daeun had promised on his behalf that as a thanks, he would help around to earn his bed and under no circumstances put in peril anyone’s vow of chastity. If he weren’t so good-looking, you imagined she wouldn’t have needed to make that promise.
“Y/N…” she sighed when she saw the pile of habits you had yet to fix the seams of. Despite the disappointment in her voice, she made sure to say tactfully, “It’s almost midday, I asked you to have all of them done before ten.”
Jungkook was the only one in the room who had no clue as to why you’d been working so slowly, but he didn’t hesitate to step forward when your head lowered in shame. “My bad, I’ve been distracting her for hours. And on top of it, I gave her more work…”
He approached the sewing machine, got his t-shirt, and put it on, all while you stared at him at a loss for words. Why would he take the blame? Sister Daeun started telling you to finish some other time and get ready for lunch, but you stopped listening, attention fixed on Jungkook as he discreetly winked at you before leaving.
That wasn’t the last time you met that day. Well, incorrect, because it was past midnight.
Like many nights before, guilt stirred a restlessness that kept you from falling asleep, the only solution you could think of being walking around the empty abbey in the hope of tiring your body and with it, your brain. It wasn’t that easy, though, often hours how long you’d wander about, always ending up at the cloister. Sitting on the stone base between the columns and gazing up at the stars brought some peace to you. More than praying, it appeared.
That night, such peace was disrupted when barely after ten minutes of it, the sound of a lighter being flicked made your head whip around.
“So you do have hair,” Jungkook joked as he sat against a column, bending one knee so he could rest his elbow on it. Although a bit embarrassed you were in your pyjamas and thus wearing no white veil that covered your head in front of a guy you didn’t know, you did the same on the next column to be able to face him. “Can’t sleep either?”
“Lately, not.”
He puffed at his joint before offering it to you, and a short laugh broke through your lips. Was he seriously tempting a novice to burn one with him? To be fair, he did mean to help you sleep, but it was still a bit… much for you. “I’ll pass, thank you.”
“Yeah, probably not a good idea,” Jungkook nodded at his own words before taking another puff, blowing the smoke to a side so it wouldn’t reach you. “I don’t want your parents to make a complaint because there’s a bloke loose in the convent corrupting the nuns. Can’t afford to be kicked out of here, too,” he whispered the last bit, as though talking to himself.
“Don’t worry, that’s not happening.”
“Why not? Are you girls not allowed visits or something?”
“No, we are, it’s just… they died last month. Car crash.”
“Shit, I’m so sorry.” You could see in Jungkook’s wide eyes how much he regretted bringing them up. “That explains why you were out of sorts this morning... Agh, I can’t believe they’re still making you do work, what a bunch of heartless pricks! Not to mention class, I mean, isn’t it summer?”
His indignation for your sake came as a surprise. Ignorantly, you’d allowed prejudices to decide what kind of person Jungkook was before he got the chance to show you himself. The familiar guilt well-deservedly returned to grip your heart.
“Father Jimin actually had me switch jobs with some sisters so that I’d get to do less demanding stuff,” you came to the poor abbot’s defence. “It makes no difference, but he’s not to blame nothing can.”
"Doesn’t praying help?” He took another puff, lips curling into a smirk at the thought that next crossed his mind. “I thought nuns had a direct line with God.”
The truth was your relationship with the Lord had strained. As someone whose thoughts and desires couldn’t help but fall into sin over and over, you didn’t feel worthy of His comfort, or dared ask for guidance. His or anybody’s.
“I have to go through the telephonist angels first, I’m not an official nun yet.” The muscles of your face relaxed, gaze falling to your lap. “To be honest, I don’t think I want to be.”
Jungkook’s head cocked to a side. “Really? So, what are you doing here? You don’t strike me as the type forced by her p– uh, family.”
“I do like this place and what they’re teaching us, but I’m here because my parents wanted a saintly daughter who could put in a good word for them up there. I tried telling them once that I have dreams of my own, but it ended in an argument they had the last word in. Now that they’re dead, it’s like the topic is permanently sealed, I can never talk them out of it. And I mean, I love them, so how can I disappoint them? What would it say about me if I waited until my parents were dead to disobey them?”
Only after you finished venting did it dawn on you that perhaps you’d said too much. After all, what did Jungkook care? What did anyone?
“What’s your dream?”
The question took you aback, but you still answered, “I’d like to go to university, get married someday, have kids... Not be trapped inside these four walls for the rest of my life, you know?”
“I know exactly what you mean, trust me,” Jungkook said quietly before puffing at his joint again. “You’re free to leave, though, right? I don’t need to master-plan an escape?”
You hummed a laugh, mindful not to be loud enough to wake anyone up, given neither of you should be out of bed. There may or may not have been a curfew you were breaking, as well as a tradition called the Great Silence in which everyone kept quiet from the final liturgical prayer of the day until the earliest one the next morning. It was a rule often broken, especially by you, but that didn’t mean the abbey wasn’t dead silent.
“Anytime I want, yes, only next year I’m supposed to take my solemn vows.” Jungkook nodded but a slight frown gave away he didn’t know what that meant. “Poverty, chastity, and obedience? It’s like a wedding with Jesus. I can always divorce him, but that doesn’t mean marriage is a light affair.”
Most orders didn’t work like that. There were various stages one had to go through before becoming a professed nun: an optional aspirancy, then a postulancy, a novitiate, and finally, a juniorate. Since you’d gone to Catholic school all your life, you’d skipped the first, done no more than a few months of the second, were about to start the final year of the third, and would not be doing the fourth since your convent didn’t teach it. Instead of six more years of formation before taking your perpetual vows, then, you had only one.
“Damn, and here I thought I had the most fucked up horoscope of the year. Maybe we were born on the same month.”
“What do you mean?”
“Doesn’t everyone know my parents kicked me out because I want to be a rockstar?”
“Yeah...”
Once again, you’d assumed wrongly about him. That because of his profession and looks, he was a rebellious kid who hated his parents and was glad to be rid of them. You hadn’t even considered their shunning might be putting him through a hard time.
“Look, disappointing your parents beats living a miserable life just to please them, even if it sucks. One day we’ll be old, and I personally want to look back and not regret my youth, feel like I wasted it. I’m not gonna tell you what to do but if you want my opinion, getting out of here and chasing your dreams says no more than you’re in charge of your own life.”
You had no idea why after that, Jungkook had taken it as his mission to stick with you.
It was common knowledge that you’d barely uttered ten words since your parents’ accident, so all eyes were drawn like magnets when you engaged in conversation with him of all people for hours on end. Since you came from vastly different worlds, it surprised you too that even though his company didn’t lessen your guilt, it was the best way to distract you from it. And precisely, that was his intention.
He would sit next to you at meals, trying to convince the sisters around the table in all seriousness that because they were cloistered, they weren’t aware Earth had been invaded by aliens last year.
“Do you think we’re stupid?” a postulant asked, giggles escaping you at how ridiculous the conversation you were having was. “Some of us do go out sometimes, I think we would’ve noticed.”
“They want you to think everything’s normal because only an army of nuns can defeat them!”
“How do we know you’re not one of them, huh?” you played along, narrowing your eyes in suspicion while Jungkook placed a hand on his chest, feigning shock.
“Aunty will vouch for me but even if not, I can’t believe you’d doubt me. We’ve known each other for like, what, a week? That’s enough for me to follow you into battle.”
“Sorry but can’t be too careful during an alien invasion.”
“That I warned you about! Why would I say anything in the first place?”
“I’ve been here for many years,” an older nun chimed in from the other side of the table, making everyone turn their attention to her. She addressed Jungkook, “You’ve just reminded me why I joined the order.”
He blinked, dumbfounded. “Why, sister?”
“Men talk so much nonsense it makes my head hurt.”
To see Jungkook argue playfully about aliens and men with a seventy-year-old nun who was having none of his shit was an experience, but it wouldn’t be just that.
Like you’d told him, Father Jimin had allowed you to switch jobs. Your old one consisted of embellishing clothes with elaborate religious embroideries—hence why Sister Daeun had asked for your help with the torn habits—that would later be sold on a street market stall in town beside other products manufactured by your sisters, whereas your new one required almost no effort.
There was an old married couple nearby who ran a goat farm, and a small group of nuns from your convent helped them in exchange of a portion of the food they made, instead of a salary. Father Jimin was clearly trying his best to raise your spirits when he’d assigned you to tend to the cutest new-born goats, but it wasn’t until Jungkook tagged along and you saw him struggle with the baby bottles, spilling milk all over his clothes and cursing at the tiny animals, that the abbot’s goal was achieved.
“No, no, no, come back, you little shit!” He chased a hoppy kid around the barn, unable to contain that lovely high-pitched laugh.
“How are you making a mess out of literally the easiest thing in the world?” you teased from the bag of pine shavings you were sat on, another kid resting otherwise peacefully on your lap.
“That’s easy for you to say, I’ve got Psycho making me do cardio over here!”
“Try this one,” you giggled, motioning to the empty spot beside you with your head so Jungkook would sit down. When he did, you lay the kid on his lap carefully and brought the baby bottle to its mouth, both of you watching as it fed without any problem. “See?”
It didn’t take long for the milk to run out, after which you and Jungkook stroked the kid to sleep while the other one still hopped around, sharing a smile when your fingers accidentally brushed.
Because he’d tag along, you agreed to helping out in the kitchen on another day, as time was somehow bearable if he was there. But you were still going through the motions, your parents’ absence ever-present.
“What do you think?” Jungkook stirred you awake from your trance. “Bitchin’, right? The best thing you’ve ever heard?”
The song that got stuck in your head the day you met was playing on a boombox he’d brought from his van and put on the worktop while the two of you and three other sisters cooked lunch.
The girl you’d just heard, he had explained, was the band’s lead singer Amber, whom he sometimes joined apart from playing the guitar. There were also a Hoseok on the drums and a Taehyung on the bass. Bangtan, their name was. You’d never heard of them.
“I’m not sure about the lyrics,” meaning all the cursing and allusions to sex, which got your sisters flustered in the background, “but I like the tune.”
“The tune…”
“I’m just more used to church songs, is all.” Jungkook’s eyes lit up. “No.” You knew he was thinking exactly of blasting his rock songs in the middle of Mass.
“Why not?” he asked as a joke while trying to steal a couple of french fries from a dish. You slapped his hand before he could.
“Because Father Jimin will exile you, duh.”
“And don’t you think I’ll give up yet. I’ll be found outside your cell’s window playing music on my boombox until you agree to go out with me.” You should’ve cast away the heat before it reached your cheeks, as his flirting was obviously just for fun. Something he did with all girls and which meant nothing. “Better yet, I’ll write you a song.”
“I don’t think a novice is the perfect muse for a rock song, especially if it’s about…”
Jungkook shook his head. “I’ll keep it PG-13 for you, I promise.” He then grinned, rubbing his hands together. “I’ll start working on it tonight.”
You weren’t together at all times, though. No, you had class, he had work, sometimes you didn’t see him for whole days. Such was the case one cloudy afternoon around three weeks after first meeting, when Father Jimin approached you in the cloister. It had been a while since your last visit to his confessional box, so you feared a scolding.
“I wanted to talk to you, actually,” he said with that distinctive, soothing voice of his as you walked together, “about Jungkook.”
Your heart missed a beat for a reason that escaped your knowledge. It felt, somehow, as though you’d been caught doing something you shouldn’t. “What about him, Father?”
“I hadn’t seen you smile for a while and now it’s all you do when he’s by your side. I know the past month has been very difficult, so it makes me happy to see you get through the loss of your parents, Y/N.” Did it really look like things were fine? Well, better that than having everyone worry about you until things got fixed, if that ever happened. “However,” Father Jimin continued, “as your Spiritual Director, it’s my duty to advise you not to rely too much on someone other than God for solace. There’s a reason for enclosure, so that the outside world doesn’t distract us from religion. Unless… you’ve reconsidered your life as a nun? There’d be nothing wrong with that.”
What Jungkook had told you that first night, you’d been chewing on ever since, but God and your parents had long won the war. ‘Honour thy father and thy mother’ was one of the Ten Commandments, after all.
“I have no doubts. I belong here.”
The last time you’d stepped in town had been for the funeral, but Bangtan was doing a gig at what Jungkook claimed was the coolest venue he’d ever been in and he’d managed to persuade the other members to perform Rock God, the song he’d pulled an all-nighter to write. You didn’t know what a title like that had to do with someone like you but apparently, the lyrics were from your point of view.
“You have to come,” he’d begged for the millionth time across the table the previous day, interrupting your Bible reading in the library. Luckily, nobody else was there, or had been before his arrival.
‘Come now, and let us reason together, saith the Lord: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.’
Did that mean He would forgive you for the sin of going against your parents’ wishes? That you could hang the white veil and live how you dreamed of? The next passages from the Book of Isaiah answered those questions.
‘If ye be willing and obedient, ye shall eat the good of the land:
But if ye refuse and rebel, ye shall be devoured with the sword: for the mouth of the Lord hath spoken it.’
In other words, you were fucked. There was no way out.
“I’d have to ask Father Jimin for permission, and I don’t think he’d let me go to a rock concert.”
You’d laughed to yourself at the idea but Jungkook had been serious, insisted, “Tell him you want to go buy groceries or something, he won’t say no to you.”
“You mean, ‘lie to him because he’ll take pity on you.’”
“Please.” He’d sank his elbows on the table, leaning so close you almost had to back away. You would have, had he not bewitched you with the most angelic of smiles. “Do it for me? I’ll tell Saint Peter I made you do it so he lets you in Heaven.”
That’s how you ended up in the queue for his concert, holding a plastic bag full of stationary you’d told Father Jimin you needed for class.
Jungkook had given you no ticket, said telling the security guy your name would suffice, and surely enough ‘Sister Y/N’ got you in. The habit had wisely been left at home, but the man still frowned at your modest outfit before putting a wristband on you that was a different colour than everyone else’s. You assumed it meant you were VIP.
There was a secluded area with round tables near the stage you were indeed taken to, where only a handful of other people were hanging out, waiting for the show to begin. You wouldn’t have thought of approaching them, as there was likely nothing you had in common, with them or anyone in the whole poorly lit venue. If you were there, out of your comfort zone, it was for Jungkook only.
The lights at some point changed colours and finally, the concert began. Bangtan got on the stage and performed song after song, giving their all to an audience that cheered loudly. You cheered too, captivated by a Jungkook who made you feel things with every look he gave you.
His blond hair was wet, whether with water, product, or sweat you didn’t know, but it dripped down his curls to his ripped clothes which allowed a glimpse of the inked skin of his torso. When had he got new tattoos? They weren’t there the day he’d got his t-shirt off for you to sew. You had never paid much attention to those that covered his veiny right arm and hand, but now you found yourself tickled by the fact, and wanting to see them up close. Definitely the tattoos, not his bare body… But most tantalising of all was the passionate way he played his electric guitar, moving around the stage with a confidence that made it clear he belonged there.
With that confidence, though, came a cockiness that had him eye-fucking every pretty girl in the crowd. Who’s to say he didn’t write songs for them too? Not to mention Amber, to whom he sometimes got so close you feared they were going to kiss—as did their fans, judging by their screams of excitement.
The last song of the night was Rock God, which he made sure to announce by enthusiastically mouthing you ‘This is it!’. You braced yourself for the lyrics.
Preacher man walked into the club, and he said
He said, "Hey girl, can't you walk and not stray?"
Father, I'm torn and I'm selling my soul to the
Rhythm, the beat and the bass
'Cause I can't confess my rock and roll ways (Ooh)
'Cause I'm so possessed with the music
The music he plays
Was the preacher man supposed to be Father Jimin? He wasn’t likely to walk in the venue right then, but the idea of him attending a rock concert was so absurd it made you smile. You guessed the tone of the song before Amber had even got to the chorus.
I can't stop my feet from dancing to the sound of his drum
(Oh no) I fell in love with my rock god
I can't keep my hips from swaying to his sweet melody
You see, I fell in love with my rock, rock god
Oh, so not only did you like his music in this narrative, but you were also in love with him? You raised an eyebrow at that, to which he failed to bite down a smile. There must be thrill in succeeding to seduce a novice.
The next verse was similar to the first one. Then came the chorus again, twice, but it was the bridge that struck you, putting an end to the fun you were having. Jungkook watched your reaction closely, as he had during the whole song.
No, I wouldn't change a thing even if I could
'Cause I chose a path and I'm not looking back
And I'm sorry if I left the angels crying over me
The chorus was sung twice more but the music muffled into the back of your mind, the bridge’s words lingering in the foreground. Would you be able to choose a path that resulted in your angels weeping? How could you? And how could Jungkook portray you as remorseless over it, when the matter was eating away at you inside?
The show was over before you knew it, and the audience slowly exited the venue while the band got out of their rockstars outfits and makeup backstage. About fifteen minutes later, they came into the area you were sat in and Jungkook bumped fists with the friends who’d come to see him in a rush, so as to not keep you waiting any longer.
Checking out your collared shirt and ankle-length skirt while approaching, he whistled. “Gee, Y/N, I can’t handle myself when you dress so sexy.”
“Because a novice’s habit is so much better.”
“There’s an appeal to it. Makes a man want to tempt you.” Earning a smile from him, you rolled your eyes. “Thoughts on the song. Shoot.”
You pouted. “Full of blasphemies. Are you supposed to be the rock god?”
“Who else?” Jungkook asked surprised. How did that escape you?
“Then why do I say ‘sound of his drum’? You’re a guitar player. Are you trying to set me up with your bandmate?”
“‘Guitar’ doesn’t rhyme with ‘god’,” he said matter-of-factly, it hitting him in the pause that followed. You laughed. “Well, yeah, neither does ‘drum’… but it does a bit more, right?”
“A bit more, yes. So, are you and Amber dating?”
Jungkook smirked. “Jealous much?”
“If you are,” you ignored his question, “she might not be too happy her boyfriend’s writing songs to other girls.”
“She has a boyfriend,” he cleared up, lifting a weight off your chest. “We’re just friends, what we do onstage is part of the show. Don’t worry, you don’t have to fight anyone to keep me.”
“What a relief,” you joked, taking a deep breath before continuing. “Listen, I’m gonna get going, it’s late and you said you were getting some drinks with Bangtan, so I’ll leave you to it. I had fun tonight, you did great.”
“I can drive you to the convent,” he offered, but you shook your head, picking the plastic bag up from the table.
“It’s alright, Sisters Joan and Theresa are still at their stall in the street market. I’ll go back with them.”
“Swell…” he said under his breath, hoping you couldn’t tell he’d wanted to say ‘bummer’ instead.
You didn’t see each other until the next night, when you broke the curfew yet again to hang out in the kitchen. Sat on the table, the two of you discussed your dilemma while sipping at the awful tea Jungkook had made. There weren’t many ways to fuck up tea, but he’d still managed it, holding the old kettle responsible.
All had begun with him pointing out you’d paled towards the end of Rock God and you telling him the lyrics had moved you because you’d chosen to finish your novitiate. There was no way, therefore, you could sell your soul to the rhythm, the beat, and the bass.
“I know I said I wouldn’t tell you what to do, but–”
“You did.”
“But hear me out. Now that we’re friends, I can’t just watch you make a decision I know you already regret.”
“I’d regret leaving too, at least this is the selfless choice.”
“Well, aren’t you a good person!” Jungkook’s mocking made you sigh and sip on your tea like it were alcohol. It did taste as bad. “Y/N, you need to live for yourself, not for two fuddy-duddies who couldn’t put their daughter’s happiness before theirs.”
“Don’t be mean to them.”
Jungkook only bit his tongue because of your pleading tone. “Sorry… Even if you loved your parents, you can’t deny they put you in a tough spot. I’m sure wherever they are, they’ve realised they were wrong and want you to be happy however you choose.”
“The thing is, they were convinced I’d be happy as a nun, that I just wanted to switch to secular on a whim. That’s why they ordered me to stay, they were looking out for me.” Jungkook almost grimaced at the word ‘ordered’, fought against commenting how messed up was the fact that you were using it in this context. Staring at the almost empty mug on your lap, you wondered whether it was insensitive of you to speak your mind. “It’s also what’s happened to you that I couldn’t bear happening to me, even if my parents are gone. I don’t want to do anything that would make them spurn me. I don’t want them not to love me,” your voice broke despite your best efforts.
Jungkook immediately stole the mug from your fingers and put it next to his on the table, so he could hold your hands. “Listen to me, my parents are assholes. Like, genuine bad people who shouldn’t’ve been allowed to have a kid. I won’t tell you the things they’ve said and done to me because you’d cry, but they are a different breed. Normal parents love their children no matter what. Why do you think yours would spurn you if they were still alive, instead of realising that they were making you unhappy?”
Good point, actually. If only it wasn’t far more complicated than that…
The second Jungkook withdrew his hands, you missed their warmth, even though it was a hot summer night. He sipped at his tea, and you suspected he only mmm-ed with delight to make you laugh, given he bloody well knew its taste was disgusting. Idiot.
“Just promise me one thing,” he added, a smirk tugging at his lips. “If you quit being a novice, go out on a date with me.”
Now, that made you laugh. “A date?”
Jungkook nodded, anchoring his foot to one of the legs of your chair so he could drag it close to his and rest his arm on its top rail, the proximity such that you could feel his breathing against your cheek. Heart racing, you crossed your arms and tried your hardest to appear unbothered. “I’ll pick you up at five and we’ll go roller-skating until we can’t feel our legs, then we’ll have dinner in my van while we watch a drive-in movie– A scary one, so you cling onto me for safety. Then I’ll drive you home, walk you to your door, and you’ll go ‘Oh! It’s too late, why don’t you stay over?’. So we’ll have some drinks, and you’ll take my hand to lead me into your bedroom, and then…”
“And then we’ll say our prayers and go to sleep.”
“To sleep, yes,” Jungkook chuckled, “afterwards.”
“I don’t know what makes you think I wouldn’t live almost like a nun if I left here. I am, in fact, a Catholic.”
“A relaxed one, I dare say. Oh, come on. You’ve never thought about breaking your faith’s rules? Not even to have fun?” He raised his eyebrows, waiting for a confession, but you shook your head.
“I can have fun without breaking the rules, I always have.”
Jungkook nibbled at his lip for a while, mentally debating with himself. Whichever of the voices in his head won, it made him say, “What if I showed you my ways? Would you be up for that?”
“Up for what, exactly?”
“You’ll see.”
Due to the series of communal prayers scattered throughout the day called Liturgy of Hours, it was as early as five that the whole convent got up. You’d usually go straight back to bed after the first one and get what more rest you could until it was time for class or work, but today, despite it being Sunday, a few sisters had volunteered to go to the farm and help around, you and Jungkook joining them to nanny the goats.
You didn’t mind getting your habit dirty there, but it was being an awfully hot July, which was the reason why you were wearing lighter clothes that morning when walking into the chapel alongside Jungkook to attend Mass. He was an atheist whom you supposed only went to these things to spend more time with you, and that warmed your heart.
Ever since you’d started hanging out, the same less devout sisters who’d previously flocked around him had gone back to the handsome abbot’s orbit, so the nearer pews to the altar had quickly been taken. Together, you sat alone at the back, the pew all to yourselves. Three quite tall sisters were sat in the one in front of you and acted as a barrier Father Jimin hid behind of, but as long as you heard him, it didn’t matter.
Your mind went elsewhere no more than a couple of minutes into the service anyway. Tuning out seemed to be easy as of late.
It was just so unfair, all of it. You could be learning in university, meeting new people, living a normal life where you wouldn’t need to ask an abbot for permission to go out if you fancied taking a fucking walk! It didn’t have to mean you’d stop practising your religion or let yourself fall into sin at all, nothing had to change in that regard. You took a deep breath charged with frustration. If only your parents hadn’t decided to take the car in the middle of a storm and you’d had more time to make them see reason… Why did they have to die? Why did God have to take them and leave you alone?
Right in the middle of your brooding was when Jungkook put his hand on your bare knee and asked in a whisper, “Hey, are you okay?”
You forced a smile that he didn’t seem convinced by, so his hand remained on the same spot after he’d gone back to paying attention to Mass. His touch didn’t make you uncomfortable, you welcomed it and the comfort it provided, but your jaw did drop when it slowly travelled down your inner thigh, towards your intimate area.
“What are you doing?” you mouthed, petrified at the possibility of anyone noticing. Luckily, the only person facing the pews was Father Jimin, who couldn’t see a thing from the altar thanks to your barrier-sisters.
“Showing you my idea of fun,” Jungkook leaned in to whisper, lips brushing against your earlobe. It wasn’t that what made you gulp, though, but the fact that he reached your clit and rubbed it softly over your linen shorts, up and down, side to side… The unexpected pleasure made your breath hitch in your throat, gaze flying around the chapel at the speed of light. “No one’s watching,” Jungkook reassured you. “Live a little, Y/N.” Feeling his middle finger now press your clit firmly and at an increasing pace, you looked at him, shocked there was no sign of shame on his features, eyes half-lidded with arousal as they studied your worried ones. “Tell me to stop and I will.”
Stop? You were still registering something had started there, in a sacred place, during Mass! What you were letting Jungkook do to you was all kinds of sinful, but… it felt so good you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything. Sobering up, he ceased his actions at that lack of consent, and was going to withdraw his hand and apologise had you not grabbed it and kept it in place down there, much to the surprise of both.
Relief showed on Jungkook in the form of an exhale. He wasted no time, then, sliding his hand inside your shorts and underwear, making you bite down on your lip when he found your clit once more and rubbed it in circles. He lingered there just enough to make your core pulsate with ache when he abandoned it to move on to your wet slit, something you had to slouch for him to do. He eased two fingers inside you that he began pumping in and out with a mastery that got you squirming in your seat, hand glued to your mouth to hold back the moans that threatened to escape it and gaze locked on the tattooed sleeve that disappeared inside your shorts.
That was when everyone started singing a hymn. Jungkook took the chance to quicken his movements, the sounds of your irregular breathing and his fingers sliding into your juices eclipsed by the song. He licked his lips, coating them with saliva before leaving chaste kisses on your neck, knowing if his tongue met it he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from fucking you right there and then. When he pulled back, he noticed you’d closed your eyes to get lost in the pleasure, and that they opened only when you felt his breath near your parted lips, to stare down at his. So close, yet he restrained the urge to kiss you, intent on watching you come.
He didn’t have to wait long, your walls now clenching around his fingers every time he rubbed that magical spot, thighs shaking as a result. All the tension built up inside of you suddenly released, and you dissolved into a daze just in time for the ending of the hymn. Not to overstimulate you, Jungkook gently removed his fingers and slipped out of the chapel. He returned a minute later with his hand washed and dry, and although you readily intertwined fingers with his when he reached out, you dared not meet his eyes after what had just happened.
That night you lay awake tossing and turning forever, unable to forget the feel of his touch.
Inexplicably, you weren’t ashamed of all the sins you’d added to the collection that day: falling into the temptation of lust, doing pre-marital sexual acts that didn’t lead to procreation, breaching your vow of chastity, desecrating a holy place, taking the sacrament while in mortal sin… Somehow, you just weren’t. You were, right after, but now it was as though you’d managed to sweep all the guilt related to it under the rug. As for the one related to your parents, well, Jungkook had been the sweetest distraction from it.
A distraction you craved again.
You must have been held sway by a demon when you got up from bed to go find Jungkook, but you were in no hurry to free yourself from its grasp.
Except for the first night, he tended to be the sleepless one who wandered about the abbey until you eventually joined him, so you knew he’d be awake. Indeed, he was on the phone in the community room, getting tangled up in the cord as he paced around, nervous. He couldn’t see you lurking in the hallway’s shadows, so you decided to let curiosity get the better of you and eavesdrop the conversation he was having.
“No, you’re not following,” he whispered into the phone. “My cousin’s friend’s brother is into this hot religious girl, and I– he! sort of fingered her in public… In a church… No, there were people present, it was in the middle of Mass… Nobody, that I’m– that he’s aware… No, Hoseok, it’s not dope! He’s going up and down the walls like a fucking yoyo... He isn’t so sure it was a good idea, fears he might’ve crossed a line… Well, he hasn’t seen her since, I think she’s been avoiding him– Agh, he thinks!... Fuck yeah, she did, and he loved it too… The problem is that I don’t want her to regret it and feel bad about it just because it wasn’t the time or place, or to never want to have sex because I got her into it the wrong way… What? He, I said he… You’re right,” he sighed, putting an end to his pacing. “I’ll tell him. Thank you, bro... ‘Night.”
Arms crossed, you couldn’t help but smile fondly. He was that worried about it? You should’ve known, you were friends after all. That was all he probably wanted to be, at least. Friends. With benefits, but friends. Who would want to be more than that not only with a novice, but with one as troubled as you?
A noise made you look up. It was Jungkook, now by the window, flicking his lighter over and over to pass the time. Your eyes inspected his fingers under the moonlight, the same ones he’d buried inside you that morning, and the longing that had got you out of bed returned to move your feet in his direction. You must’ve been abrupt while approaching him, though, as he jolted with a gasp at the sight of you.
“Sorry.”
“Y/N…” he said as he caught his breath from the startle. He had hoped you’d show up, but not so suddenly. Payback, he thought, for the way we met. “Listen, about earlier–”
You cut his sentence short with a kiss. It was soft at first, as timid as you felt, but Jungkook soon got over the shock that had frozen him and took charge of the matter, pulling you in a tight embrace. His tongue entered your mouth and swirled around yours like it was always meant to, or at least that’s what you wanted to believe. How else could it feel so good, and Jungkook so addictive?
It was a challenge, but you found the strength to step back and whisper so lowly that he almost didn’t hear, “I want you.”
“Are you sure?” Jungkook cupped your face with both hands, forcing you to look into his eyes. No need for that, they already had you enthralled, dark with the desire you’d infected him with.
“Yes,” you exhaled, taking his hands in yours to lead him upstairs. “With you, yes.”
Once in your cell, you lost your pyjamas in a matter of seconds, both too impatient to feel each other.
Being naked and seeing Jungkook so was initially nerve-racking but once you were under the sheets, under his toned body, your bashfulness flew out the window. Especially when you saw his dick, already hard from just making out—you figured he’d been charged up since the morning. Yet his priority wasn’t his own pleasure, but yours, not an inch of your skin left untouched by his lips as he slowly travelled downwards. Until you started giggling out of nowhere, and Jungkook raised his head from in between your boobs to look at you in confusion.
“Your Barbie hair is tickling me,” you teased him as you tucked behind his ears the blond cascade that covered his face and grazed over your chest whenever he moved.
“Barbie, huh?” Jungkook whispered next to your ear only to lay a warm kiss right under it, all while he positioned himself in between your legs. “Do you want me to tickle you somewhere else?”
“Actually, I…” How did one say such a thing? “I want to tickle you, but I don’t know what to do.”
He chuckled, “My pleasure to instruct you.”
You did as he said and reclined next to him, upside down so he could touch you—he’d insisted—while you sucked him off. It did feel strange to take him in your mouth and run your tongue along the length of his shaft, at least until you heard his breathing speed up, resisting to buck his hips into your face as he was. Your cunt throbbed, and you wished Jungkook’s cock was inside it instead of your mouth. He seemed to sense that, so his hand soon crept between your thighs to remedy your ails, a whine escaping you then.
“You’re just as tight as earlier, fuck,” he groaned from the pillow as his fingers struggled to curl and uncurl inside of you, given you couldn’t keep still. It made you all the more eager to pleasure him, taking him as deep as you could so he saw the same stars you were beginning to see yourself. “You’re doing so well… That’s it, suck it harder, darling, ah… Wait, stop, stop!”
Immediately, you backed off. “Did I do something wrong?”
Jungkook sat up and used his thumb to wipe the drooling trail of saliva on your chin. “You were doing too well, miss.” Ogling your body, he licked his thumb. “Why don’t you come over here?” You nodded, would’ve agreed to do anything he asked in that moment.
He lay down again while holding your hands to guide you over to his lap, over his erection, but your sudden nerves made you shy away. Nevertheless, Jungkook pulled you closer with a smirk. “Where are you running off to?”
“I’m sorry, just… Will it hurt?”
He sat up to peck your lips cutely, “Oh, it will be excruciatingly painful,” and you pushed his chest with an eye-roll, so he returned to his previous position. He grabbed the condom he’d stopped by his cell to get before following you to yours and put it on.
A deep breath later, you grabbed his cock and placed its tip in your wet entrance, looking down at it to make sure you were doing it right. Hands between his head and the pillow, Jungkook watched patiently, turned on by your inexperience and the fact that he and he alone got to be the one to pop your cherry, make you break your vow of chastity. He thought it’d take you a while to get used to the size of his dick, but you surprised him by rolling your hips almost aggressively the second you sat on it, chasing pleasure as though it would escape from your grasp otherwise.
“Shit, yes, like that.” All flushed under you and with his eyes barely open, feeling the way you moved with all his senses, Jungkook ignited a lust in you that even an angel would be willing to fall from grace for.
“Oh my God, it feels so good…”
“I know, baby.” He wanted to dig his nails into your hips and move them back and forth himself but found that for a virgin, you were already doing a superb job, laughed instead. “Look at you, fuck. What a dirty bitch, you’re loving it.”
“I am…” you panted, his name-calling sending you over the edge. “Jesus, I am.”
It wasn’t long until Jungkook felt your walls clench tight around him, something he didn’t blame you for as he himself was close too. His cock had been burning in his pants ever since Mass, even after he’d jerked himself off in his cell when the service had finished and you’d vanished. Grabbing your wrist, he pulled you close to his mouth and kissed you hungrily, but even then, you refused to stop moving, felt too good. “Gonna come already? You like me that bad?”
I like you a lot. You were having a tough time not moaning, especially when he talked. His deep voice did all manner of things to you. “I’m so close, ah...”
“Why don’t I help you out with that, hm?”
He didn’t wait for an answer before bending his knees and repeatedly thrusting into you with such force that it had you gasping for air. If you’d known he could fuck you like that, you’d have asked him to be on top at the beginning. Eyes squeezed shut, you buried your head in the crook of his neck to moan against it as you came, finally letting go. Jungkook bit into your shoulder, not to hurt you, just hard enough to keep himself from grunting loudly as he found his own release after a few more thrusts, but your bodies remained locked until your heartbeats slowed down.
It didn’t hit you how loud your panting had been until your breath toned down and there was silence in the room. You prayed it hadn’t woken anybody up.
At some point, you got off Jungkook for him to remove his condom and go throw it in the bin next to your desk. You covered your naked body with the sheets, expecting to next see him get dressed, but he lay back on the bed. You didn’t understand.
“Aren’t you leaving?”
He scoffed. “Kicking me out, ouch. Why would I leave?”
“I thought… that’s what guys do.” At least, that was what your non-virgin sisters had told you. That men lost interest in a woman as soon as they’d had their way with her.
Jungkook shook his head as he said softly, “I’m not going anywhere.” Having sex surely messed with one’s head, there was no other explanation as to why you blushed like a teenager. The two of you got on your side, facing each other, and Jungkook started caressing your arm with the back of his fingers, the simple action so soothing you thought you’d fall asleep. “Is this nice?”
“Very,” you replied, eyes closing against your will.
“Did I go too far earlier?”
You were taken aback by the sudden question. “Maybe, but I liked it. You were right about breaking the rules. Looking back… I think it was what you said about living a little that got to me. Here at the convent, I don’t really feel alive, but I do when we’re this close.”
“See?” Jungkook asked gently, trying to make you see his point. “What’s stopping you from quitting, then? Nothing should cost you feeling alive.”
“Apart from my parents?” you sighed. “Look around. As a novice, I couldn’t receive their inheritance. Vow of poverty, remember? What you see in this cell is everything I own.” Jungkook had already noticed on his way in your lack of personal belongings. A cross hung over the bed, a small pile of religious books on the desk, a framed photo of you with your family, and little more. It was so empty and cold that anyone would’ve thought you’d just moved in. “I can’t afford to go to university, much less live on my own.”
“Well… I’ve been saving up for a while and I’m moving in an apartment with Hoseok and Tae when summer’s over. Why don’t you come stay with us? I’m sure they won’t mind!” he said enthusiastically, eyes sparkling like he’d come up with the solution to all your problems. “I’ll help you find a job and you’ll be able to afford uni, easy-peasy.”
You were too sleepy to chuckle, but a faint smile did tug at your lips because of how determined he was to fix things. Things that were too broken to be fixed. “Let’s not talk about this right now, please?”
Even though Jungkook wasn’t pleased with your response, he forced a smile. “Why, did I tire you out?” Leaning in, he kissed your lips lightly. “You’re right, let’s not ruin the moment. Come here.”
He had you rest your head on his chest, and held lovingly, you fell asleep.
Understandably, he’d left by the time you woke up. If anyone saw him coming out of your cell, they might work out what he’d been up to there and the two of you would be kicked out of the convent. His scent lingered in your sheets, but it didn’t make any less disappointing waking up without him by your side. What’s more, as you put on your habit after having a quick shower, you were assailed by the most heart-breaking questions.
What if Jungkook had pretended to be your friend only to get in your pants? What if, now he’d got what he wanted, he blew you off? What if you’d risked everything for a guy who felt nothing for you?
To your immense relief, when you walked into the refectory for breakfast, he waved at you with a smile and gestured you to sit next to him. You were going to before Father Jimin suddenly appeared before you.
“Good morning, Y/N,” he greeted warmly, as ever.
“Oh, good morning, Father!”
“I wanted to make sure everything’s okay.”
You blinked. “It is, why?”
Shit. He knows?
“You left the chapel in a hurry after Mass yesterday,” he said, “and you didn’t show up to the remaining services. Were you unwell?”
“Oh... Yes, I was.” If you had locked yourself up in your cell, it was for no other reason than to avoid Jungkook and digest the fact that he’d fingered you in public. You lied, “I was sick all day, but I’m fine now.”
“I’m glad,” Jimin said with a smile you returned, then grabbed your hand to surround it with both of his, like old people will. “I know this comes out of nowhere, but I’m really proud of you, Y/N. For pulling through these challenging times. Many, including myself, can only learn from your strength. I know you’ll make a great nun.”
He gave your hand a soft squeeze and left you there, frozen in your spot. It was as though your sins finally dawned on you, all of them at once. You’d really believed leaving the convent didn’t have to mean you’d betray your faith and here you were, sleeping with a guy you’d met barely a month ago without shame because that made you feel alive.
What had you done? What were you turning into?
No longer hungry, you left to go back to your cell, tears already streaming down your cheeks before you made it out of the empty hallways. Or were they empty?
“Y/N!” You ignored Jungkook’s voice and quickened your pace, too ashamed to face him. “Hey, wait up!” He sprinted to reach you, concern shaping his features when he blocked your way and realised you were crying and trying to hide it from him. One thing was telling him your troubles, another to break down like a pathetic, helpless little girl. In the most caring tone, he asked, “Hey, what’s wrong?”
You explained, told him how you felt.
“I’m letting Father Jimin down,” you sobbed. “Him, my parents, God, and everyone.”
“You’re not,” Jungkook kept repeating. “You’re in a period of discernment, right? So who says you can’t reach a conclusion by trial and error? That’s what other nuns have done too. Before they got here, yes, but it was doing things they later regretted that convinced them to become nuns.”
“I don’t regret last night,” you said in all honesty, “but I do hate that I don’t regret sinning... You just can’t understand, you’re not religious.”
Jungkook looked down. “Maybe I can’t, but if I know something it’s that if what we did made you happy, it shouldn’t be a sin.” He looked around to make sure no one else was there before cupping your wet cheeks and kissing you, every muscle in your body relaxing under his touch as he knew they would. “Now come with me and eat something.”
He didn’t fully convince you, but your will wasn’t strong enough to resist his tempting.
For the next three weeks, you continued sleeping together at night, pretending you were no more than close friends at day. Whatever the time, Jungkook made sure to spend as much of it as possible with you, although not for a moment did you ever let yourself believe he had any feelings for you other than sexual. You weren’t even sure you wanted him to develop them, truth be told, as this thing you had was a fling. Come the end of summer less than a month from now, he’d move out and you’d start the second and final year of your novitiate, so whatever it was between you had no future.
Still, he kept writing you songs.
Some he’d sing quietly in bed so you’d fall asleep listening to his angelic voice, but the latest one, Church, he’d also asked you to come see him perform in a concert. And so, you’d lied to Father Jimin again, claiming the ancient kettle in the kitchen was broken and a new one needed to be bought. What’s a sin more to secure your one-way ticket to Hell?
Jungkook had warned you this song was not PG-13. He’d be the one singing it, not Amber, and he’d begged and begged you to wear one of his huge t-shirts to the concert with nothing underneath, refusing to tell you why. Leaving the abbey dressed as modestly as was expected of a novice, you changed outfits in the venue’s toilets. You didn’t know why you’d agreed to it but the first line of Church explained his request.
You're wearing nothing but my t-shirt
Call me shallow but I'm only getting deeper, yeah
Stay on the ground until your knees hurt
No more praying, baby, I'ma be your preacher
He half whispered the whole verse into the microphone, all while his eyes pierced yours from the stage. You couldn’t look away either, entranced by his voice and presence. So far from where you were sat, how could he make you feel as though the air had run out in the whole venue?
And I'll keep leading you on
If you keep leading me into your room
The drinks are all gone
But that's fine, baby, so am I
You remembered the date Jungkook had talked about taking you out on and how… standard it now sounded to you as he turned his attention to the girls who cheered for him in the audience. Was it scripted? Something he said to all of them to lead them on? The more you thought about it, the more you realised he’d never actually take you skating. No, you were just for keeping his nights busy.
His gaze found you again.
I'm about to take you back to church (back to church)
Well, tell me your confessions, baby, what's the worst? Yeah
Baptise in your thighs 'til it hurts (you know it hurts)
'Cause I'm about to take you back to church (oh yeah)
I'll keep you up until the sunset
Speaking in tongues, yeah, we ain't done yet (yeah)
Don't take my verses out of context
I know it's weighing on your conscience
Those last two lines… Further confirmation your relationship was just sex and that you shouldn’t read too much into anything he said, or feel guilty for sinning by having a friend-with-benefits. It was self-contradictory of you to feel down about him not reciprocating your feelings, but you did. Don’t they say love is irrational?
Despite how sad you’d got, the night didn’t end with the concert, but with Jungkook fucking you without restrain. When he was inside you, nothing else mattered.
You were in the back of his van, parked somewhere near the abbey yet not enough for anyone to hear the loud moans that each of his thrusts caused, even with the windows open not to melt in there.
“Fuck, keep moaning for me,” he grunted, gripping your waist to keep you in place.
“Keep fucking me, then…” Jungkook scoffed, would’ve commented on how dirty he’d turned you had he not been so close. You’d come already yourself, but were more than glad to let him go on until he did too.
“Since you’ve got such a big mouth,” he said, panting, “why don’t you put it to good use?”
It took him most of his willpower to pull out and remove his condom. You sat up and opened your mouth for him to shove his hard cock in, swirling your tongue around the tip before closing your lips tight around it and starting to bob your head to take all of him. A bit more experienced now and having learned to love sucking Jungkook, you knew exactly how he liked it done. You could feel it, his cock twitching against your tongue as you savoured it, letting you know he was going to come.
He pulled back again to jerk himself, and you began rubbing your clit, aroused again by the sight between your spread legs. “I thought you were done?”
“Yes, but you’re so hot…” you moaned, and he huffed out a laugh. Biting his lip harshly as he ogled your naked body and the way you touched yourself, it wasn’t long until he came all over your thighs, your own release following.
Jungkook smirked when he was no longer out of breath. “Dreams do come true.” He was staring at your thighs dripping with his cum and your own juices, and you realised he was talking about Church’s ‘baptise in your thighs’. You were about to smile when the rest of the song came to mind, and suddenly you didn’t feel like it anymore… Once Jungkook had cleaned you up with a cloth, he lay down next to you. “Come here.”
You always hoped he’d say that, even though he never failed to. So resting your back on his chest, he held you from behind, caressing your hands in a comfortable silence. It was then that you noticed the blank spot between the tattoos in Jungkook’s wrist. It was tiny, but seemed intentional.
“Are you not inking this bit?”
“I’m saving it for a small symbol, maybe a letter.” He kissed your temple. “Your name’s initial, what do you say?”
Your lips committed to it before your brain did. “Do you get tattoos of the others?”
Jungkook frowned. You couldn’t see him, but you knew he did. “What others?”
“The other girls you sleep with.” There was no jealousy in your casual tone, but it was still petty. Jungkook shifted so he could face you. He was indeed frowning, both perplexed and offended.
“There are no others,” he promised, serious as you’d ever seen him. “You trust me that little?”
“I didn’t think I had to trust you. Aren’t we just hooking up?”
Jungkook rubbed his eyes as if the confusion was giving him a headache. “You thought I was sleeping with other girls and said nothing?”
By what right could you ask him to be faithful in a relationship you planned to end soon? Besides, what if in doing so, you annoyed him enough to stop wanting to be friends? If sharing him with others was the only way to have him, it hurt, but you’d do it. You looked down as you whispered, kind of embarrassed, “I guess I do like you that much…”
Jungkook raised your chin with his curled index finger, made you look at him. He despised the sadness he saw in the depths of your eyes, the one you were trying to repress. “You’re much more than sex to me. I worship you and if I could, I’d spend every waking moment next to you.”
In a small pause, you tried to rack your brain. “Is that from a song?”
“No, but it should be. I’ll write it down later.” Jungkook nodded, agreeing the rhyme had potential. Still, he wasn’t going to let you change the subject. “Y/N, I’m in love with you.”
He is? That did take you off guard.
“You shouldn’t be, I’m a novice,” you said anyway at your most hypocritical.
Jungkook sighed, “What’s so wrong about it? Don’t you love me?”
You didn’t want to lie to him. A smile made your lips stretch before you answered, “I do,” and softly, Jungkook kissed them. Every time he pulled back from a kiss, it felt like it had been too short, no matter how long it lasted. Like you needed more because you could never be sated of him. “Does this mean… we’re dating?”
“I mean, you’re technically engaged to Jesus, and I’m not a guy who likes sharing,” Jungkook joked before giving you a peck and returning to his previous position under you. “If you don’t wanna be just lovers, you’ll have to break up with him first.”
You answered nothing. Should you listen to him, though?
Around two weeks of bliss sprang from your love confessions, where it became hard to pretend you weren’t mad for each other in public, such as when he’d whisper in your ear how provocative you looked in your habit and you giggled like a schoolgirl in love—which, technically, you were. Your parents barely made it into your thoughts, as they were filled to the brim with Jungkook.
From the moment they were over, it all went downhill. Worse, it fell into an abyss.
You had just come out of class with other novices when your hand was grabbed by someone who dragged you through the hallway to head upstairs. “Sorry to steal her, sisters, it’s urgent!”
“Jungkook, what are you doing?” you asked as he led you into your cell in a rush, closing the door for privacy. “You can’t be in here during the day–”
“I’ve found a way.” Only then did you notice how excited he was, a grin across his face. “A way to pay for your university.”
His aunt had been the one to tell him, at the beginning of the summer, that he must plan ahead as an adult now that his parents had turned their back on him, but it wasn’t until he fell for you that he actually started doing that. He was sure he wanted you to be by his side on whatever path he took, for his future to merge with yours somehow.
You, however, knew this conversation would not end well. “Enlighten me.”
“Bangtan is going on a nationwide tour next year.”
“Oh my God, that’s great!” You held his hands and grinned with him. “I’m so happy for you.”
“Y/N, this means I’ll earn a lot of money.” Then, you looked away. “With what I’ve got saved up plus that, you can afford to go to uni, even a private one, and we don’t have to live with the boys, we can have a place of our own! On the road we won’t even have to sweat about that, our company will pay for everyth–”
You freed your hands from his grasp, said with a nervous laugh, “You’re going a bit fast, Jungkook…”
His grin faded. “What do you mean? Isn’t money what you need to get out of here?”
“I’m grateful you want to take care of me but I can’t leave, you know why.”
“Are you serious right now?” Jungkook couldn’t believe it. “Y/N, your parents are gone. I know it’s hard but you have to move on, I don’t want you to wither in this place when you have a chance at happiness.”
“Just because you chose to let your parents down doesn’t mean the rest of us want to.” You regretted those words as soon as they left your mouth, the sound of Jungkook’s heart breaking reaching your ears. Or was it your own?
It took him some long seconds to process you’d said that, then answer, “I told you how they were to me, forgive me for not giving a shit about them.”
“Well, mine are a different story. I do care about them.”
“And not about us? We can’t be together anymore after I leave the convent. Have you not thought about that, or were you going to end things like they meant nothing? Because for weeks, I’ve been trying to find a way to have a future with you.”
“I never asked you to,” you sighed, welling up. You might not have, but a part of you had wanted to. Wanted to go with him too. “There’s no way we can have a future together.”
Jungkook teared up as well, and you hated yourself for it. He was being met with unjust meanness from the person he genuinely loved. You sucked so bad.
“What am I to you, then? What have I been these past months?”
“A distraction.”
It wasn’t a lie, and that’s what hurt the most. You loved Jungkook, and yet, you’d used him to set aside the pain of your parents’ loss and the guilt that was consuming you for being a sinner. You were always going to dispose of him like a toy outgrown, regardless of everything he’d done for you.
He stared for a while, but you couldn’t meet his eyes out of shame. “That’s good to know,” he muttered before storming out, leaving you in a puddle of tears you deserved to be drowned in.
You trudged your way to class after a grey morning in the library. There was still no passage from any religious book that excused your countless sins and promised the salvation of your blighted soul, but that didn’t worry you so much right now. What did, was Jungkook.
He was likely avoiding you—for which you couldn’t blame him—though you doubted meeting and apologising for the ugly things you’d said would be a remedy to the damage done. Not that you didn’t mean them, but they could’ve been said with tact. Jungkook’s wicked crime was loving you, after all.
So busy were you missing something as random as his cologne that you didn’t notice until the end of the class that everyone kept stealing glances at you, whispering to each other afterwards. Even if a tired demeanour wasn’t deserving of such a disproportionate reaction, you still blamed the barely two hours of sleep you’d got for your sisters’ scandalised looks, but another novice approached you in the hallway out of pity to let you know you’d actually made the convent’s news.
You froze in your spot when she said it was because Jungkook had spread the rumour that you’d been sleeping with him.
No, please... Tell me he hasn’t.
Leaving your sister where she stood and running off to find him with the disapproving gaze of every other person you passed burning into your skin, you prayed you were inside a nightmare harder with each stride.
Jungkook couldn’t have betrayed you. Someone must have seen or heard you and put two and two together, right?
Such theory turned into dust when you saw him sat in the cloister surrounded by girls like the day you’d met, playing a melody in the guitar for their attentive ears. Somehow, you knew he’d done it then, and on purpose. You started to feel sick as you approached them, whether because of the summer heat or the knife stabbed and twisted in your back, you didn’t know.
“We need to talk.”
Jungkook didn’t bother to look up as he said, “If we were still dating, I’d totally be shaking at that sentence, Y/N.”
Some of your sisters giggled, others bit their lip not to. You went red, begged, “Please.”
Albeit reluctantly, he stood up and followed you to an empty hallway. You didn’t know whether you were more upset, scared, surprised, or disappointed, but the smell of the cologne you were missing earlier managed to calm you down a little, as Jungkook’s company tended to do. Your stupid body seemed to not have caught up on the fact that he was the cause of your hurting.
“What do you want?” he asked curtly.
“What do I want? To know how you could tell everyone about us, Jungkook, how you could do this to me. I’ll be expelled! And I don’t have parents or a family that will take me back if I go apologise to them, I have nowhere to go. Is that what you want? For me to be with you because I have no other choice?”
“Of course not, we’re done,” Jungkook assured you that wasn’t his plan, which you believed. He hated your guts, his dark eyes told you. “But now you’re not tied to a place you don’t really want to be in.”
“Oh, don’t pretend you didn’t do this out of revenge.”
“So what if I did?”
You stared at him for a while, speechless like he had the time you’d last met. “And here I thought you’d proved me wrong.”
“In what,” Jungkook asked in a scoff, “becoming a nun now that you’ve been dicked down?”
The coldness of his tone stung your heart. In disbelief, you shook your head. “No, in that there was more to you than what first meets the eye.”
A grain of shock broke through the mask of indifference Jungkook was wearing, probably because your words weren’t visibly said against your better judgement this time, but while seeing him through the same lenses as his parents did. You looked at him just like them the night they’d kicked him out, in a way he had hoped you never would.
And how could you not? You’d thought you knew him, yet he’d gone ahead and ruined your life. Maybe you never did know the real Jungkook at all, who was now too taken aback to come up with an answer before another novice approached.
“Father Jimin wants to see you, sister,” she said, after which you took a deep breath, nodded, and followed her without so much as giving Jungkook one last glance.
In his office, sat on his desk, Father Jimin was quiet. Had been so since you’d come in and sat down.
One of his elbows rested on his chair’s arm and two fingers pressed on his closed lips as he thought of what to say. You already had an idea of what it would be, and it made you no more ready, fists clutching the skirt of your lap.
“I don’t know what to say,” he finally confessed in a sigh. It struck you how it was the first time in the few years you’d known Father Jimin that you didn’t see a smile on his face, or at least friendliness. He was the kind of person who always saw the best in people but right now, there was nothing good left in you. “I’m truly at a loss for words. I never thought you’d do something like this, or that I’d find out from other mouths.”
Tears blurred your sight at the memory of him telling you he was proud of you. “I know I have no right to ask for forgiveness, but I’m begging you, Father. It was the mistake of my life–”
“You broke your vows, Y/N. Defiled a holy place.” Oh… Jungkook had admitted to that as well? Chin trembling, you pressed your lips together not to cry. “Lied to me about it and God knows what else… This behaviour cannot be tolerated. You can stay in the abbey until you find a job and a place to live, but you are dismissed from this community, if not excommunicated.”
You sobbed, unable to hold it in anymore, “Father, please. I can’t let my parents down, their last wish was that I become a nun–”
“Isn’t it your wish? Were you lying about that too?” Your head lowered in shame and Father Jimin leaned back into his chair with a loud sigh. “You should have thought about your parents before getting involved with Jungkook. Be grateful they aren’t here to see you stray this bad.” He waited for you to say something, but shame kept you from it, as he was right. “You may leave now.”
Everything had happened so fast that a week later, you were still assimilating it.
Except when necessary, you barely left your cell. Dreaded both the judgemental looks of your sisters and the non-existent ones from Father Jimin, who ignored your presence whenever he had to suffer it in the chapel or the refectory. Not to mention running into Jungkook. To your knowledge, he’d been kicked out too, was sometimes seen moving boxes from his cell to his van. There wasn’t much for him to pack, so you guessed he was dragging the process. What for, you tried not to care.
That was the main reason why, helped by the yellow pages, you’d been job-hunting through the telephone. Not that it was better or worse than going in person, because nobody wanted to employ an ex-novice anyway. They literally hung up when you mentioned you’d been expelled from the convent—as expected, to be honest—but lying again was not an option. You’d learned your lesson the hard way.
Eventually, you did manage to land an interview for a job. Given it didn’t pay that well, it’d be a while until you could afford to move out of the abbey and even longer until you’d step in a university as a student, which was frustrating, but at least you didn’t need anyone’s permission to leave. Since you weren’t a novice anymore, nobody batted an eyelid at you heading outside the afternoon of your scheduled interview.
You were near the main door when, out of nowhere, Sister Daeun stopped you to talk.
“My nephew’s told me everything. I can’t say I approve of your relationship, but it does make me feel better that there was love involved. A lot, apparently,” your gaze averted to the ground, “which makes your decision to break up with him out of respect for your parents all the more admirable. It was wrong of Jungkook to make it public, he knows that, and he would like to apologise and give you the money he made this summer.”
“I couldn’t take it, sister,” you opposed. “It’s his. He needs it to pay rent, he’s moving in with Hoseok and Taehyung.”
Wait, was that why he hadn’t left yet? Because he wanted to wait until September so he didn’t have to pay for August?
“He’ll make much more when he’s on tour,” Sister Daeun insisted. “This is the least he can do for you. That I can do for you, too. You’ll always be my novice, Y/N, no matter what.” Without a second’s thought, you hugged her tightly. It was solacing to know there was at least one person who saw past your sins. “Jungkook’s gone to get the money but he won’t be here until late, Bangtan is opening for another one of those rock bands in a concert tonight. He’ll give it to you tomorrow.”
“I was just going into town, so if you tell me the name of the venue, I’ll stop by. He must be there doing a stage rehearsal.” You remembered the light in his eyes when he’d explained to you everything about the vocation he was so passionate about, how sweet his smile was��� No. No. You shouldn’t feel anything after what he’d done. “I want to get this over and done with as soon as possible.”
That turned out to be yet another bad decision.
Once your interview was over, you rushed to the same venue you’d seen Jungkook perform Rock God and Church.
Paying no mind to the fans at the entrance who looked askance at you for jumping the line, the security guy let you in when he recognised you. Memories of the two nights you’d previously been there stormed you while getting backstage, especially how fast your heart had beat because of the racy lyrics of the songs and the way Jungkook had looked at you from the stage.
Now, it died inside your chest as you watched him make out with Amber at the end of the otherwise empty hallway.
He had her pinned against the wall, hands gripping her ass to press their bodies together and lips devouring hers as though he couldn’t get enough. Amber’s hands were wrapped around his neck, and she now grabbed a fistful of his hair to pull his head back and start kissing his neck. You saw how Jungkook smirked at the action, turned on by her dominance.
Both in their rockstar outfits, they looked like a perfect match, so you couldn’t help but wonder if they’d been dating all along. If that boyfriend of hers Jungkook had told you about was none other than himself.
Forcing yourself out of your shock, you exited the venue through the back as quickly as you could, saving the cascade of tears that was already building up in your eyes until you were alone.
It wasn’t that you were going to forgive him and expected his apology to come with an offer to date him again, but even after everything he had done to you, you still loved him. You hated yourself for it, but you couldn't help it. You were so stupid that you wished he'd find you there, sat on the cold concrete, and just held you in his arms until you stopped crying.
The next day you slept through breakfast, and would’ve stayed in your cell until lunch had Father Jimin not summoned you to his office again.
Curiously, this time around he looked… sorry?
“I’ve been made aware of some information this morning,” he said from across his desk with a nod.
“About me?” You shifted uncomfortably in your seat. Oh, God, what now?
“I can’t answer that because it has to do with a confession, but it’s made me realise I was wrong.” He leaned in, gaze moving around as he tried to think of a way not to reveal anything disclosed in the confessional box. “I should’ve been more cautious instead of welcoming just anyone into our home. Sometimes, I fail to see beyond the surface, and it results in the harm of others. A harm I pray it’s possible to heal from.”
“I don’t understand…”
“What I mean is that you don’t have to be afraid anymore. You can go back to being a novice, or take as long as you need to resolve any doubts you might have. Whatever you choose, I’ll support you.”
“But, why, Father? The things I did– You forgive me?”
“I’ve seen you regret them even if they weren’t your fault, so yes, I do.” You frowned. “I just hope you can forgive me too.”
On your way back to your cell, you walked slowly, using all your energy to figure out what Father Jimin had been talking about. When the answer popped up in your mind, you turned around and ran through the abbey. If Jungkook had done what you thought he had… Fortunately, it didn’t take long to find him, as you almost crashed together when turning to the next hallway. Had it not been because he’d grabbed your waist in time, you would’ve fallen.
When he realised it was you, he let go and stepped back. “Y/N, I wanted to talk to y–”
“Did you tell Father Jimin you raped me?”
The question took him by surprise. “He talked to you first… Wait, I thought confessional secrecy was unbreakable?”
“He didn’t tell me, I deduced it on my own.” You crossed your arms, disappointed you were right. “Why would you do that? I can’t make sense of it.”
“It was the only way to get the abbot to take you back. It’s not like he can report me to the police, and I’m leaving anyway… I told him I made you do things and that you were scared to tell anyone.” Jungkook looked everywhere but your eyes. “I’m really sorry for outing you. It was fucking childish of me and you didn’t deserve it. I was just so mad at what you said… but I know that’s no excuse.”
A part of you wanted to apologise for that and even ask him if it was too late to start over, but another reminded you of what you saw last night and stopped you, along with the one that should hold the most weight—your parents. It was a miracle you’d been given back the chance to honour their wishes, so you couldn’t ruin it again.
“I also wanted to give you this.” Jungkook handed you an old school bag. “My aunt told you what’s inside, right? She mentioned earlier you were going to come pick it up yesterday at the venue.”
“Yes, I forgot…” you lied. “I was at a job interview and got out quite late.”
“That’s okay. Did it go well?” He shouldn’t have asked, it was none of his business anymore. The interest in you had just rolled out of his mouth before he could stop it.
“It did, actually.” Both of you knew that if you went back to being a novice, you couldn’t take the job, but neither addressed it.
“Swell.” Jungkook put his hands inside his pockets, looked at you like he wanted to say much more. “I hope you have a happy life, Y/N. I really do.”
“Wait, are you saying goodbye? You’re leaving now?”
So soon?
“Yeah, poor Father Jimin thinks I’m… Well, you know. I wouldn’t want someone like me around you girls either. Plus, it’s September today, summer’s over,” he said with a forced smile. “Hoseok and Tae are waiting for me in the van. I shouldn’t keep them waiting.”
Before he could leave, you walked closer and gave him a hug. It didn’t feel right even when he wrapped his arms tight around you and buried his face in the crook of your neck, what with everything left unsaid, but you needed to feel his warmth one last time.
“Goodbye, Jungkook. And happy birthday.”
Two years later
“You’ll like Bangtan, they’re wicked hot,” Chloe said for the third time, rather trying to convince herself than you, as she knew rock wasn’t your type of music. “Especially Taehyung, he’s my favourite!”
The concert was supposed to start soon, so hugging yourself and rubbing your arms, you stood on your tiptoes to check if the long queue ahead was moving any faster. “Well, I’m glad they’re hot, ‘cause I’m freezing.”
She, Chloe, was a friend you’d made on the first day of university. Lots had changed.
“It won’t be long now, get the tickets ready,” she gave you something to do, to forget about the February cold.
As she’d promised, it took less than five minutes for the two of you to enter the biggest venue in town. Such was the fame of Bangtan now. You were only glad the security guy from the other times wasn’t there to recognise you, since Chloe was unaware of your past as a groupie. It wasn’t that you were keeping it from her… You just didn’t feel like talking about him.
“Come on,” she grinned while grabbing your hand, all excited, “let’s get close to the stage!”
The concert lasted what felt like an eternity.
Not only did you have to endure Rock God and Church again, which opened the wound of a relationship you still hadn’t healed from, but you also had to keep your head down so as to not be spotted by the band members.
It was going alright, though, until you made the mistake of glancing up, and saw him. And he saw you.
Minus the fact that he wasn’t a blond anymore, Jungkook looked the same as always. Not that that was a bad thing. Whether in his rockstar outfit or covered in goat milk, he took your breath away. He skipped a few notes due to the shock of seeing you in the crowd but as the professional he was, he managed to make his faltering almost unnoticeable and keep playing the guitar like nothing had happened. But he wouldn’t lose you out of sight.
You wanted to look away, leave, even, but found you couldn’t, like Jungkook had put a spell on you. A spell that only broke once Bangtan thanked their fans for coming and left the stage.
Chloe, who’d been cheering throughout the whole show, now went on about how amazing it had been, how hot Taehyung had looked. Not really listening, you automatically nodded to everything until you heard, “Let’s go to the toilets before a line forms, I really need to pee.”
“Sure.”
You held her purse while you waited outside, recalling how Father Jimin had warned you seeing Jungkook again would only make your wound sting—to which you’d agreed! The only reason you were there was because you’d promised Chloe. Chloe, who was taking so long.
With a sigh, your eyes neglected that random spot on the floor they’d been fixed on and flew around to end up on those of Jungkook, who was walking towards you. The few people in the line to use the toilets gasped and watched their idol, but he didn’t care, walked past them like they didn’t exist. You, weren’t sure what to feel when he was finally in front of you.
“Hi,” he said with a faint smile that you returned rather awkwardly, given the fact everyone was looking at you. “Can we talk… in private?”
Every cell of your body told you to decline, that Jungkook was a book you shouldn’t pick up again even to leaf through, but your head nodded on its own accord. Hope you don’t mind, Chloe.
It was upstairs to the now deserted first floor he led you, and the balcony of which you stood next by, where you could see the few people left heading out. They didn’t hold your attention for longer than a second, though.
“I didn’t think you’d come,” Jungkook spoke almost shyly, yet his eyes didn’t leave your face until he forced them to, not to weird you out. How long had he been staring like that? But you looked so pretty...
“I’m here with a friend from uni, she’s a fan.”
He didn’t understand. “Wait, you ended up leaving the convent?”
“I did finish my novitiate but I never took the vows. They let me live there, though.”
It wasn’t a decision you made overnight, obviously, and one Father Jimin and Sister Daeun worked hard for many months to make you see it wouldn’t have upset your parents as much as you believed, much less get them to stop loving you. In fact, you were still coming to terms with it, not entirely free of guilt, but a mix of secular and spiritual life was proving to be exactly what you needed.
The university and the abbey, parties and Mass, your new friends and your family… You could have both and save your soul from damnation. Now, could you save your heart from breaking all over again? It felt like it already was, physically so close to Jungkook yet so far that an uncomfortable silence had fallen between you.
“Are you seeing anyone?”
You looked at him. Cut to the chase, alright… “I’m not. A-Are you?”
Was that a sigh of relief he let out through his parted lips, or did you just want it to be? “No.”
“I thought you’d be dating Amber.” Jungkook frowned slightly, so you went on and confessed, “I saw you together the night before you left. I came to pick up the money and… Well, none of that matters now.”
Horror painted Jungkook’s face. That was how you’d remembered him? Getting off with Amber?
“She’d just broken up with her boyfriend,” he wasted no time in saying. “Neither of us was thinking clearly. It was a one-time thing, an adrenaline rush after a concert.”
You hugged yourself, lips pressing together at the details you didn’t want to hear. “You don’t need to explain, we weren’t dating anymore…”
“Fuck, I’m sorry that you’ve thought all this time that I was with her,” Jungkook apologised anyway, gaze falling to the floor in shame. “Actually, I know that it doesn’t count for anything, but I’m sorry about a lot of things.”
“Yeah, I wish it did. Count… Or better yet, I wish I’d gone with you,” you laughed, at the fact that you meant it.
“What?” Jungkook took a step closer, as though he’d misheard and wanted to make sure he got it this time. Suddenly, you realised what an idiot you were being.
“Nothing, forget it.” You turned around to leave before the lump in your throat summoned any tears, but Jungkook took your hand to stop you. He couldn’t let you go, even if he’d been the one to leave last time.
“I’m glad you didn’t come with me, Y/N, and that you got to do what you wanted. But I do wish I hadn’t ruined everything and hurt you. If I could go back, I'd punch me in the face.”
It didn’t mean you’d forgotten, but the truth was that you’d forgiven what he did a while ago. After all, “I was also a dick to you.”
“If you’re a dick, then I like dick.”
Actually, you hated him.
You hated even more that that made you laugh but it was because of Jungkook’s clownery that you first fell for him. And you’d never stopped loving him. He smiled fondly, caressing your hand. On his wrist, where there used to be a small uninked spot, now was your name’s initial. Neither had he, it seemed.
“Does this mean you want us to…?”
His eyes opened wide, feigning scandal. “What, here? I’d sooner do it in a chapel.” You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t keep from smiling. “How about we start with a date? Say... Friday at 5pm? I know a good roller-skating rink.”
⇢ drabble: faith
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nonsense — 19. honey it hurts
your phone was dying.
you curse, you were on the other side of campus and forgot to bring your charger with you. you still had one final class to go to and it was going to start in less than 10 minutes. ah shit, you could survive one class without your phone though, right? you can’t be late to this specific class, the prof already targets you like crazy! you weren’t in the mood for public humiliation.
you huff as you begin running, the class was on the third floor! you still weren’t even in the right building. you run as fast as your legs could handle it! you begrudgingly realize you’ve been doing far more running this month than you have for the past year. you think this in a derogatory way if it wasn’t already obv–
thud
your foot caught onto a slab. fuck. oh my god. It hurts. you try to straighten your leg and hiss. you look around for where you dropped your phone and immediately grab it, groaning when you realize you couldn’t call anyone because your battery’s dead. you look at your hand where you were scraped from catching yourself, you check your leg and see you were scraped here and there too, but not much. you bit your lower lip, why did this have to happen now?
why couldn’t it just have been a normal fall! like a knee gash or something, it feels like the impact was too much, you could anticipate it getting swollen later this day. great. so much for wanting to not get even more on your professor’s bad side.
a shadow befell over your hunched figure.
“lets go to the clinic,” he says.
you look up and a frown was immediately set, “why are you here again?” after voicing out your thoughts you then remembered you were supposed to be following number 3. “sorry, that was rude,” you followed in an insincere tone.
he crouches down to look at your knee and observe your overall ruffled state, “i’m here for makki… i saw you from over there,” he points to the more rural part of the road, where there were rarely any vehicles that passed by besides the university shuttle bus, “i can’t just, not help.”
“you should’ve just ignored me,” you snapped at him.
“show me the direction to the clinic,” he says in that serious tone of his, you know that means he won’t tolerate any of your refusals.
“i can get there on my own,” you say stubbornly, knowing you need help standing up first to begin with, and it would probably take you like 30 minutes to get to the clinic on your own trying not to put much pressure on your leg.
“do you want me to bring you to the hospital instead?” he replies, not backing down.
“that’s excessive,” you roll your eyes.
“your choice, [name].”
“you shouldn’t even be here, meet up with makki somewhere else, aren’t you wary of the paparazzi or something.”
he points to his cap as if that was his magical superhero mask that hides his identity.
“lousy disguise,” you insult.
“alright, come on,” he stretches out a hand for you to take.
you look at his outreached hand then back to his face, “i have class.”
“so you want me to assist you on your way to your class then? in that state?” he tilts his head to the side, the both of you know that was not an ideal situation either of you want to be in.
you furrow your brows, irritably taking a hold of his wrist, a sign of giving up. he says nothing and helps you up. you clench your jaw, “we can’t go to the clinic, there would be at least some students who’d be passing by, we shouldn’t risk getting you in some scandal, ‘the oikawa tooru spotted in tokyo university, is he planning to enroll!?’ or some other stupid stuff.” why can’t you just shut up, you groan internally.
“we can go to my physicist, their clinic is a bit far, would that be okay?” oikawa asks you, taking your purse from the ground.
“whatever,” you reply, exhausted, you were starting to feel your injury throb. he was the one person on this planet you absolutely despised, but he was currently helping you, ugh, you hated feeling grateful, “what about makki?”
“he could just follow us, i’ll text him about it,” he explains then looks at you expectantly.
“what,” you ask, putting your phone in my pocket.
“am i not going to have to carry you?” he notions his head to your leg.
“i can walk,” you prove your point by attempting a step forward, regretting it instantly and retracting it, using your good leg instead then dragging your other behind. It didn’t feel like a major injury but it still hurt to use it immediately after it took an impact.
from your side, oikawa stretches his arm out again and you clutch it begrudgingly as he helps you walk to his car.
“…you need to rest it for a while, i’ll give you some painkillers you’d need to take for a week,” the doctor concludes before walking out of the room.
you sat on the patient bed of oikawa’s physician, awesome, you were going to struggle to walk for days, you are so looking forward to it. not. you were left alone inside with oikawa who was looking at the wound on your hand, you ignored his look.
“thank you oikawa-san,” you remember the decency to treat him formally once you have now calmed down. you then attempt to walk— attempt, because it was really some awkward waddling— to the bathroom, and all the way to the sink. you were quiet as you ran your hand through the water, finding some soap and washing around it.
oikawa appears behind you holding up a handkerchief, “use this to clean the wounds on your legs.”
you halt and close the running water, your hands gripping on the sides of the sink as you look at him through the mirror from behind you. you suck in a breath before asking.
“why are you doing this?” your voice cracks, “why are you trying to act like you didn’t break up with me for no reason over the fucking phone?”
you watch as his face contorts into an unreadable expression, “i’m not trying to act like i did nothing wrong..” he begins, “i know i hurt you, [name].”
“so glad you’re aware,” you say sarcastically.
your head was throbbing and you really want to just run away, again, but now you weren’t physically capable to is just so ugh. these days, it seems as if all of your solutions were to just run away.
“…i’m sorry, [name],” he says, “and i know my sorry isn’t enough.”
and for some reason, your eyes started to water. you were too emotional for your own liking. you know he means it, and it hurts more because you know he means it.
oikawa sees your expression and approaches, reaching out to you out of instinct, stopping himself at the last minute, “lets.. lets clean your wounds first, okay?” his voice was starting to shake too. why? why?
“fine,” you say in a small voice, he steps aside to let you through. and you suck in your breath and the stupid teary eyes and that's when the door slams open.
“i have burgers!” makki laughs as he strides in, “i couldn’t pick a type of flavor so— [name]?!”
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✦ fun facts !
makki thought ‘us’ meant oikawa’s manager or bodyguard, not his dear ex [name] he’s been teasing oikawa with.
nonsense ! an oikawa tooru social media au
synopsis. you were oikawa tooru’s #1 fan, until you became his #1 hater. you hated him so much you went viral on twitter (accidentally) and literally became known as “the oikawa tooru hater”, doesn’t help that he keeps fueling the fire by subtweeting you. everyone is all in for this new drama. what isn’t known to the public, is that this particular drama’s been on hold for three years (him being your ex and all).
a/n — help me i just figured out how to have more images lmao but yea this is too much power for me (too lazy to edit prev chapters)
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❝the bros crash your wedding with solomon❞
« characters - solomon, demon brothers »
« gender neutral reader »
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Solomon was excited. How could he not be when it was his wedding day with you? He could barely contain himself when he imagined how breathtaking you would look. The memory would be etched in his mind for all of eternity ― a dear friend to carry in his heart.
The moment drew nearer and he walked to the venue to take his place, waiting anxiously for you. His heart was pounding fervently, and he kept his eyes shut, focusing all his energy on listening to the sound of your footsteps. What he heard instead made him falter and choke on air.
"Satan, keep it down, will ya?!"
Trouble seemed to follow him everywhere. But he wasn't going to let the demons he wanted to make a pact with, and the speaker, ruin his day.
You were just outside the door, trying to soothe your frayed nerves when Mammon's familiar voice made your heart drop. If there were any more surprises, you were going to puke. Was it a lot to want to get married to the man of your dreams without your closest friends trying to crash it?! It felt more thrilling to just get married and let them know later. Well thrilling and less stressful.
Okay, so you really needed to throw up now. Blerp!
When you thought of the brothers' reactions on seeing you in wedding attire, you felt a shiver run down your spine. How could you explain why you hadn't invited your foster family-slash-friends to your wedding?
All heads turned towards the speaker ― a panting young man with a shock of white hair who looked like his life was in danger. You tried to recede into the shadows even though you were hardly visible to the guests inside.
"S-Satan?" one of the people nearby uttered incredulously. "Did he call someone Satan?!"
"We are being crashed by the devil! Yippppeeeee," chirped a little girl who seemed to enjoy the commotion.
"MAMMOOOOON?!"Lucifer thundered from behind.
"Yikes! Lu-Lucifer, calm down, man. We have more important matters at hand!" Mammom tried to shield himself from his elder brother.
"Seriously, Lucifer. As ardently as I hate to agree with Mammon, don't get your priorities mixed," said Satan disapprovingly with an over-the-top roll of his eyes. He got distracted quite easily himself. "Oh, how adorable that cat looks with a bow tie! Making cats a part of the ceremony is a brilliant idea. There's no suspicion that this is indeed Solomon's wedding. But why did it have to be [Name] he's marrying?"
Lucifer looked at him in disgust, "Levi, we need to talk about the shows you watch."
"LOL noobs," Levi chimed in without taking his eyes off of his Nintendo switch. "I bet all of you didn't know that Lucifer and Satan are kinda taboo words in the human world ROFLMAO. I am well informed though because of 'I was isekai'd as a woman even though I didn't really want it and then I learned that I was married to Lucifer who suspected me to be an imposter so I had to spend the next year trying to prove that I was indeed worthy of being alive which is bizarre but he is hot on top of crazy so I forgave him and now we can continue our happily married life together'."
"LOLOLOL call it anime or I won't listen."
"LEVIATHANNNNNNN!"
"G'aaaaah. S-S-Sorry Lucifer."
"Weren't we supposed to not bring a lot of attention to ourselves?" said a sleeping Belphie who felt disturbed by the numerous eyes on them. He snuggled closer to Beel who was carrying him and whispered, "Beel, do you see [Name]? If you do, wake me up, okay? Zzzzzz"
"Mmm k Belph. Nom nom munch munch chomp chomp *sound of a chair being annihilated*. *sound of the spirits of wood and plastic crying because they weren't created to be eaten* . Mmm this chair doesn't taste very good. I must ask [Name] to use better quality chairs next time," said Beel while rubbing his belly.
"The next time is going to incude me in the ceremony!" said Asmo indignantly, taking a break from recording the scandal. "How dare they think that they can just get married secretly without Asmo-chan! I deserved to know about it even if you guys didn't. Don't you worry, Beel. You will get cuter decorations and better food next time!"
Solomon slapped his forehead before summoning you to where he was. Despite enjoying a good show, he prioritised getting the knot tied. Who knew how difficult it was going to be.
"Whoa whoa!" you gave out a yell of surprise at the sudden change of location.
"[Name]," the brothers cried.
Everyone looked at you. Two members in the audience actually clapped at your arrival, because they couldn't process the new turn of events. They stopped just as abruptly as they had started, realising that there was nothing normal about the wedding, so they should just wait their turn before doing anything.
"Hehe, yeaaaah, that's my name. You guys remembered? Awwww."
You touched your heart. It was malfunctioning just like your brain, to say the least.
Solomon sighed and grabbed your hand. "[Name], let's get out of here?"
That was when you realised his comforting presence beside you. His shoulder brushed against you, and you blinked at him.
When your eyes locked, he tightened his hold on your hand, "You look absolutely ravishing, darling. I will never forget the way you looked into my eyes at this very moment. I promise that even if the world burns down all around us, I will keep you afloat and out of danger. I will make you a whole new world if that's what it takes to keep you happy."
"Oh Solomon," you smiled and cupped his cheeks tenderly before whispering. "You know I love you, right? But now is not the right time for this, sweetie."
"HELL IT AIN'T!" yelled Mammon while his wings flapped in anger.
The little girl clapped her hands, "Oooh, Mr Devils know magic tricks. MR DEVILS KNOW MAGIC TRICKS! They changed clothes!!"
The brothers had all changed into their demon forms.
You felt the beginning of a headache. Looking down at your garb, you raised an eyebrow at Solomon. "I'm dressed to take your breath away. You are dressed to take me away from the madness so do something!"
A whistle resounded from his lips, calling a magic carpet. He helped you get on.
He brought your palm to his lips and kissed it. "Your word is my law, love."
"Oh, what a time to be charming, Solomon!"
"Quickly Solomon, they are coming! Move that ancient ass!"
Lucifer just missed a corner of the magic carpet as it flew away into safety. You could hear the brothers bickering among themselves. A smile appeared on your lips as you leaned into Solomon's chest. Some things truly never changed, and you were grateful for those. They shared a beautiful bond, but you couldn't let it interfere with your own connections.
Wrapping an arm around you, Solomon said boisterously, "Look around. Isn't it beautiful? I told you that eloping would be the best choice. Haha, I can't deny that I love the madness of it!"
You laughed and wrapped your arms around your man too. "Then let's fly away from our demons and see how far we get."
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A little request for Joseph x Reader. Snippets of sweet pda that Joe initiates (-: Xx
sorry this is short. thank you for requesting! 🤍 (shy!fem!reader, mentions of multiple artists below. pls don't question them or you can just go away)
pda's never been your thing. although maybe because you're too shy.
not everyone judged; some of them thought it was cute that two young lovers kissed in the middle of a sidewalk, held hands in the park, hugged in the cold winter night to replace the lack of coats. some — driven from the bitterness of past pain — , not so much.
so you'd always limited it. luckily for you, he respected that.
pinkie holdings had always been your favorite, though. you like it when he hooks his smaller finger around yours, swinging your hands back and forth, sometimes bringing it up to his mouth to kiss the side of your finger when the people were scattered around to almost desolation.
his was sneaking a kiss to the back of your head. either on dinners when there were too many people and he can sense your nervousness, when you're about to go into a room, when you're or he's about to go to the bathroom, or when he just wants to.
but he does try to steal a kiss or two. on your lips.
the record store's a bit crowded. but it's a given, everything was 50% off and you dragged joseph's ass down in here. so he's following behind you, one of his hands in your pocket as you squeeze through people that switches through shelves and aisles. you hold three imaginary boys to your chest, his other hand gripping the basket with albums hunky dory and folklore.
"do you think they have sex pistols in here?" you ask him. joseph shrugs, apologizing to a little girl he bumps onto. "or do you think they banned it for their vulgarity?"
"love, it's 2022, not the 80's," he laughs jovially. you pull him into another aisle, a less crowded one, vinyls stacked mostly from artists into the metal genre. you don't know why people hate them. "shit, there's a full stack of w.a.s.p. in here."
you take bad reputation into your hands, putting it inside the small silver basket in joseph's grasp. "you can take one. you're paying, anyway. i'm just taking advantage,"
joseph pouts at you, takes the last command and chucks it into the basket. then he sees reflektor by arcade fire behind it, so he chucks it in there too.
when he sees you pout at the sections beside, more rhythm and blues, bottom lip jutted out at the sign that says bruno mars had been sold out, he melts just a little bit. not that he finds your disappointment cute, but your face is. though, only when it's not that serious.
"it's only been ten minutes since the store opened and suddenly bruno mars is gone. how fast are these people?!"
he wraps an arm around your shoulder, not too much pda, but you don't pay attention to it. he rubs your shoulder, your hand lazily carding through other albums. joseph considers taking dijon's absolutely for a try.
giving in into his temptations, he does.
"i'm sorry, baby," he pouts with you. you look up at him, utter disbelief and chagrin in the luster of your eyes. joseph blushes, ears tinted pink, can't help but smile and lean down to kiss your nose. "and- oh! would you look at that. venga boys!"
"you annoy me," you frown deeply. he chuckles, taking the yellow album and putting it in the basket.
succumbing to his next temptation, he leans down to capture your lips in his. it's soft; forsooth, chaste. you giggle softly when his tongue pokes playfully at the ends of your teeth, parting with a small click.
pda two. pg-13, not too scandalous, but it's lovely.
"wha's that for?" you ask lowly, voice dulcet. joseph shrugs, lips twitching when you hook a finger around his chain.
he hums softly when you turn to face him, his hand falling on the crescent of your hip, your own carding through his curls, eyes scanning the sepia littered freckles across his nose and cheeks like they're stars.
"nothing," he smiles softly. "just wanted to."
you slip lover by taylor swift when he wasn't looking.
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A Lady Made of Snow
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own The Hunger Games franchise, the images above, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, or any of the characters in this fic other than Bellova.
SUMMARY: Coriolanus is snubbed by receiving the weakest possible tribute (or so he thinks). Bellova, who doesn’t care much about winning the Plinth Prize or saving her tribute’s life, gives him a few words of advice, despite being his lifelong academic rival.
Warnings: slight bullying??
“Hi.”
Eighteen-year-old Coriolanus Snow approached his fellow classmates, smiling politely. He hoped that they could make pleasant conversation and avoid any petty arguments before the reaping began. He really didn’t need any additional stress.
“Finally, the star pupil,” Arachne Crane said snidely, bringing her glass to her painted lips. She leaned forward, inspecting his outfit. “That’s a snazzy shirt. What are those buttons? Tesserae?”
Coriolanus shrugged causally. “Huh. That’s why they remind me of the maid’s bathroom.”
Lysistrata Vickers glanced around the room. “Where’s your rival, Coryo? I assumed she’d be here by now.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised if she was fashionably late,” Felix chimed in. “Just like she was to this year’s orientation.”
Coriolanus nodded in acknowledgement. “I wouldn’t mind if she didn’t show up at all.”
Someone cleared their throat behind him. The group of seniors turned to see Bellova Reginelle, looking stunning in her reaping day attire. Coriolanus usually saw her in her Academy uniform, but today, she wore a white button-down with a tight black vest over it, and a skirt that fell just above her knees. Her ebony hair, which was usually in loose curls, was swept into a high ponytail that cascaded down her back. Her sheer black thigh-high socks were paired a set of luxurious high heels that no doubt cost as much as Coriolanus’s rent, and a long silver necklace with an antique pendant hung around her slender neck.
Bellova stepped between Coriolanus and Festus. “Hello,” she began, looking at her classmates. “I apologize for my delayed arrival, my maid misplaced my shoes. It doesn’t seem like I’ve missed much, though.”
Coriolanus looked at his friend - or enemy, depending on the day. Admittedly, she was the most beautiful girl in their class. Her dark grey eyes were stunning, her posture was perfect, and she always had her makeup done flawlessly. She never failed to turn heads while walking down the Academy halls.
If she was more humble and less conniving, he would actually enjoy her company.
“I was beginning to think you wouldn’t come,” he said.
“I would never miss the reaping,” Bellova said, taking a glass of posca from a waiter. “Plus, this is much more important than a normal reaping, isn’t it?”
The group nodded in agreement. Felix, who was indulging himself with food, licked his fingers clean.
“Have you tried this lamb? It’s scandalous.”
“Ugh,” Festus said in disgust. “Only the vulgar eat with their fingers, Felix. What, Daddy not teach you table manners?”
“Maybe he would have if he wasn’t so busy running the country.” Felix’s haughty response makes everyone scoff under their breath. Coriolanus always hated Felix’s snide remarks. They were immature and unnecessary, and reminded him that Felix lived a comfortable, sheltered life.
“Even a monkey could eat more delicately than you, Ravinstill,” Bellova joked, making Arachne and Festus laugh.
Felix just scowled, and quickly changed the subject. “Hey, they called us here for the Plinth Prize, right?”
“Yes?” Bellova answered.
“Because I heard Dr. Gaul’s in the building.” Felix scoffed. “Plinth,” he said, voice full of contempt. The group glanced towards the Plinth family, who were standing several feet away. “I mean, look at his spawn. Who would have thought that you could buy your way into the Capitol?”
“Well, you can’t buy class,” Festus added, smirking. “Did you see his mother’s outfit? Sorry, his “Ma’s.”
Felix chuckled. Coriolanus chimed in, saying, “Dress a turnip in a ballgown, and it’ll still beg to be mashed.”
Bellova snickered, and shoved him playfully. “She’s not wearing a ballgown, Coryo, it’s more like a hideous trench coat.”
“I was using a figure of speech, Bellova,” Coriolanus rolled his eyes. “But I agree, it’s pretty sore on the eyes.”
“Don’t do that, you two,” Arachne said pointedly. “We all know that you like him.”
“We don’t like him, Arachne,” Coriolanus and Bellova said in unison.
“We tolerate him,” Bellova corrected her.
“He’s district,” Coriolanus added.
“Tolerate him, just don’t encourage him,” Festus said, as Arachne mouthed ‘okay, sure’ at them. “I hear one more time how immoral these Hunger Games are, I’ll put him in the arena mys…”
He trailed off as Sejanus Plinth, the topic of the conversation, approached them, standing next to Bellova.
“Sejanus,” Festus said, not trying to hide his disdain. “You made it to the Reaping for once.”
“And you made it to graduation, Festus. We’re both shocked,” Sejanus replied in the same manner, causing Coriolanus and Bellova to laugh.
“Spill it. Who won the prize?” Arachne said impatiently, pursing her lips.
“Oh, no, I’m not gonna ruin my father’s big day. No one here actually likes him, but they do love his money.” Sejanus looked directly at the girl, smirking slightly. “You know what that’s like, don’t you, Arachne?”
She scoffed, clearly offended. “Funny.”
The television began playing Panem’s national anthem, signaling the students to take their assigned seats. Bellova sat down, smoothing out her skirt and crossing her legs. She saw Sejanus pull Coriolanus aside, and noticed Coriolanus’s sudden change in mood as he sat down next to her.
“What happened?” she murmured quietly.
“I’ll tell you later,” Coriolanus snapped.
Bellova rolled her eyes. “You are such a c-“
She was abruptly cut off by the sound of Dr. Gaul’s cackle echoing throughout Heavensbee Hall, amplified by the microphone in front of her.
Coriolanus and Bellova sat quietly as she addressed the student body. Though Dr. Gaul was indifferent to most of the students at the Academy, they had always been given more of her attention than their peers.
It was a blessing and a curse to be liked by Dr. Gaul. It never hurt to have the approval of a teacher, but she was off-putting and almost sadistic at times. Plus, she loved pairing her two favorite students together, which meant that Coriolanus and Bellova had an unfortunate history of arguing after High Biology. It had almost gotten physical a few times. Bellova was quick to anger and far too prideful for Coriolanus’s liking. He never laid a finger on her; the fear of being expelled was too strong for that. He did, however, contradict her at every possible turn. He took great pleasure in the muttered curses and insults hurled his way as she stormed off, causing the students around her to move away hastily.
“And now to that end,” Dr. Gaul concluded. “I am honored to introduce to you the creator of The Hunger Games themselves: Dean Casca Highbottom.”
Highbottom took a sip from his small vial, and began making his way through the middle of the student body, clearly inebriated. “Uh…” he cleared his throat. “Select students, faculty, and, of course, Dr. Gaul, I have summoned you all here today for the 10th Annual Reaping Ceremony in which we choose two children from each district to throw into the Capitol Arena to fight to the death in The Hunger Games.”
Bellova smirked. “I can’t believe they still allow him to speak in public,” she whispered to Coriolanus, making him smile slightly.
“And here,” the dean continued, gesturing to the senior students sitting at the front of the hall. “Sit our own twenty-four top prospects all waiting to hear the results of hard study in this prestigious institution. Eager to learn who’s won that Plinth Prize, no doubt. And a golden future. However,” he said, causing Bellova’s brows to furrow. “I am here to tell you that there has been a change this year. One final assignment to prove your worth. Because… the esteemed citizens of the Capitol have grown bored of the Games and simply aren’t watching anymore. And if the Games are to continue at all, there must be an audience.” A few people chuckle. “So, Head Gamemaker Dr. Gaul has stepped in to… incentivize patriotic values with her own unique flair, starting with you. The Plinth Prize will no longer be determined by who has the best grades.”
“Excuse me?“
“But by who is the best mentor in The Hunger Games.”
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The twenty-four mentors had erupted into complaints after that. After the Dean had settled them down, he read off the names of the tributes and their assigned mentors. Lucky for her, Bellova received the female tribute from District 1. But Coriolanus was humiliated by receiving the runt girl from District 12, Lucy Gray Baird. Not only was she small and seemingly malnourished, she appeared to be insane as well.
As the Academy students filed out of Heavensbee Hall and made their way towards the cafeteria, Bellova approached Coriolanus.
“I assume Sejanus told you about the change to the Plinth Prize conditions and that’s why you looked so upset earlier?“
Coriolanus nodded stiffly.
“I see,” Bellova nodded. “I didn’t see it coming either.”
Coriolanus glanced at her. “Why do you even care about the Plinth Prize, Bellova? You’re going to University regardless.”
She shrugged. “I like winning. But it’s really not crucial in this instance.”
Coriolanus felt a pang of jealousy at her nonchalant attitude. “It is for me. And with the tribute I was assigned, failure is guaranteed.”
Bellova frowned. “Are you sure? She made quite a spectacle of herself earlier. Almost everyone is talking about her.”
Coriolanus sighed. “It won’t do any good when she’s dead in five minutes flat in the arena.”
“Perhaps,” Bellova said. “But I know you, Coryo. You’ll do anything in your power to come out on top. It’s infuriating, honestly.”
He smirked. “Only because it results in you losing.”
Bellova pursed her lips in annoyance. “Only on rare occasions. My point is that it’s a good thing, being willing to do anything to win. If you stop doing that now, you can kiss the Plinth Prize goodbye.”
And with that, they reached the cafeteria and parted ways, Bellova’s words of advice still ringing in Coriolanus’s ears.
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Author’s Note: Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it. I have several more chapters finished, I’m just polishing them up atm. I’ll post the second chapter sometime soon hopefully. Let me know in the comments what you think and if you’d like to be tagged!
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𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐞 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟓
Summary: As you adjust to the reputation you have earned in the Red Keep since you left, Aemond makes sure you won't be treated as you fear you would be.
A/N : Sorry it’s been a while, I have been trying to come up with a story that is canon close to the lore without spoiling myself. Sorry for book readers!
Masterlist (Part 14 - Part 16)
It has been a restless night.
You were sure that when you finally had found sleep, the sun was about to rise. In any case, you now felt more exhausted somehow, as you got up to realise that it was almost noon.
Aemond's promise has been enforced, none had bothered you, even the maids had not come to wake you up. Instead, you had rung the bell in order to call for a platter of food, having not eaten since you had arrived in King's Landing. You were surprised to see cinnamon cake brought to you, smiling at the gesture you knew was from the man who had denied you last night. What was he playing at?
Because you had left most of your possessions at Sandstone, the maids had provided you with the essentials, and it included several dresses who were now displayed on the bed. You approached in order to admire them, seeing different shades of green, purple, and blue. You noticed one of the blue ones, feeling attracted to it more than the others. You tried it on, and admired your reflection on the mirror: it suited you. Blue sapphire.
As the maids fulfilled their task around the Prince’s chamber, you were unable to miss the glances they gave you, averting their eyes as soon as you looked back at them, ashamed to have stared too long. You realised how odd the situation you were in was.
Your discomfort grew more when you decided to go outside for the first time, the guard that seemed to have been ordered to watch your door since Aemond’s departure now following you around, not leaving you space for a second as you wandered the castle corridors. You had planned to send a letter, even two to your family seat, unnoticed, your worry for your family was taking all of your thoughts, and you were determined in fixing this. But you were sure that the tall guard in white armour walking behind you would not let you set a foot inside the ravenry, even less send a letter to your family, now considered as the enemy.
You wondered what exactly Aemond’s orders were about you. You were a traitor's daughter after all, the fact that you were even breathing was a miracle to you, and yet you were allowed to leave the solace of your room and wander around, although under surveillance. Did he command that you were to be watched and that your every move should be reported to him? Were you now a little bird in a cage, doomed to be controlled at will as long as the Greens were alive?
But surveillance was not the worst. You soon noticed that you would have to endure other people’s stares and whispers. As you could not hope to make contact with the exterior due to your close watch, you settled to walk through the corridors of the castle, hoping that the favourite spots you grew to love inside its walls would bring you comfort, remembering the good times you have spent here. But doing so, you had crossed paths with many people, mostly nobles who recognised you right away, and their face indicated that they were stunned at your presence. “So it’s true” you heard them say. You tried to ignore them, but you couldn’t.
You had to hold your head high whilst you heard them whisper upon your passage, staring at you with judgmental eyes, some didn't even bother keeping their voice low and you could clearly hear how scandalous they found the fact that you were not punished yet because of your father's deeds. You even heard the word Baratheon as you tried to find a quiet space to stay in, to hide. Surely they thought you were the cause of the delay of Cassandra's marriage. And the hard truth, the bitter-sweet truth, was that they were right. You felt sick as you desperately tried to escape their gossip, the ladies’ stares being the worst.
With only the imposing presence of your guard feet away from you, you found peace in a secluded balcony, admiring the city below you. You then tried to hide your furious tears from the world.
Aemond sat at the centre of the table, placed between his grandfather and Helaena, presiding.
He watched the sun through the window, wondering if you had awoken, having ordered food to be brought to you as soon as you would make yourself known. He still felt exhausted, the morning has been tiresome, to say the least, being consulted for many affairs and involving himself greatly, twice as much as any others about matters that he wanted to take care of. He took his new responsibilities very seriously.
He had requested to eat with his close family, he thought that they finally deserved to hear what he had to say, Aemond having avoided them since his return and not providing any explanation to any of them, to the court even. He hoped to soothe their worries and at the same time, affirm his position as Prince Regent.
His mother said a prayer before the meal, and when the first course was served, silence lasted for a time, tension flowing in the air. Only the twins next to Helaena could be heard as their giggles filled the room. But the glances his mother and grandfather exchanged was indication enough that the twins would not remain silent for very long. And his mother did not waste any time.
"Aemond, what is the meaning of this? Why is Lady Y/N here of all places?" she said with desperation in her voice. "You refused to speak of it yesterday and today also, but you cannot keep pretending that it is of no concern to us, to our clan.”
Aemond cleared his throat, ready to say his piece at last.
"I understand your confusion, so please allow me to… make some things clear. First, I apologise for my poor behaviour upon the return from the Bay," he paused, raising his gaze momentarily from his fingers to the assembly, before lowering it again, resuming his fidgeting on the table. He wanted to appear as composed as always, showing that everything he did was pondered.
"Second, I do not expect you to understand my reasons for bringing Lady Y/N back here, but I expect all of you to treat her like you always did, as a member of this court.”
Exasperated sighs were heard from the Hightowers at his words, while Helaena seemed to take a keen interest in her plate.
"Her father is a traitor, Aemond,” Otto Hightower spoke in his ever calm voice. “He may not have clearly demonstrated it per say but his allegiance was never in our favour. And I believe you know this, otherwise you would not have sent House Vance to besiege him. Her daughter might be no different.”
Of course he had known where your father’s loyalty lied, for a long time now. But for now, he had to protect you from the consequences of your father’s action. It was all that mattered.
“Lady Y/N is not responsible for her father’s deeds. She had done nothing but to obey him and to that extent-”
“What about the fact that she was to be married and that you decided to do as you pleased? This is a whole other matter,” Otto interrupted. “Because of this, we are now risking the wrath of a Dornish House, and thus it may lead them to take a stand against us, even rallying the Black Qu-"
"You may speak when I am finished talking, Lord Hand."
Aemond's voice was placid, so firm that it made Helaena shiver. Otto closed his mouth in defeat and just stared at his grandson, awaiting for him to continue.
"I am Prince Regent, until my dear brother's health improves. Thus I will take my responsibilities and take care of every threat that may come our way. At all costs."
Alicent’s face was showing distraught, but she was the first to speak.
"We do not doubt your ability Aemond, only that you seem to take some matters too lightly, specifically regarding the arrangements made for us to be stronger. We had secured a perfect match, a marriage that would grant us the support needed to hold against Rhaenyra, the Baratheons-"
"This marriage will not happen." Aemond said brusquely, staring at his mother for the first time.
Otto Hightower's hand gripped the wooden table in disbelief, his head shaking in disapproval.
"Oh for the love of the Seven Aemond! Did she put you up to this? Were you so easily convinced to abandon your duties for the sake of one girl?”
Aemond’s eye flashed with anger.
"She has nothing to do with this," he said, trying to contain his wrath.
"Then explain to me why you have forsaken your awaiting bride on the altar to go fetch this traitor's daughter!"
Aemond slammed the table so hard that it made everybody jump and in a second he was on his feet, towering the people around the table. One of the children began to cry and the other soon followed. The rest was silent, suddenly a little frightened.
"If you have not noticed, I am the one who decided to take Vhagar and bring her back, not the other way around. And the reasons are my own. Do not think of me as some boy that can be effortlessly manipulated." Aemond's tone was composed, but it felt like he was struggling to take hold of his anger.
"And regarding my… late marriage, since it seems to be of such a great concern to you all, I will share with you beforehand what I was planning to announce to the Small Council only later.”
Alicent and Otto were hanging at his very words now.
"I had, since my return, confined Lady Baratheon, her mother and sister, in their chambers. They are to be watched over closely and not allowed to leave."
The Hightowers exchanged a glance in dismay before reporting their eyes to Aemond.
"You are making them prisoners?" Alicent said bewildered.
"Not prisoners. They will be allowed to wander around the castle and live their life as they see fit. But they will have no contact with anyone outside of these walls, no ravens, and only those who support us will be able to keep them company. The later Lord Borros is made aware or realises that his daughter is to stay here, the better." Aemond replied.
"Lord Baratheon will not stand for this, he will ally with the enemy if he learns his women are hostages!" Otto roared.
"Lord Borros will do no such things if he wishes to retrieve his wife and daughters unharmed," Aemond loudly said. "And his armies will continue to serve our cause. This is quite simple."
Nobody spoke, too shocked at the words of Aemond but slowly realising that, however, impractical it was, it would work. Only the causes that led to this strategy were to be blamed, as if the Prince had not been so stubborn, or if you simply didn't exist, all of this could have been avoided. Aemond sat down at last.
"Any other dashing announcements you need to share with us perhaps, my Prince?" stated Otto, exasperated.
Aemond hesitated, his next move so evident to him. He would make it official, his desire to marry you. He wanted this so badly now, having almost experienced the feeling of you being married off to someone else, and had hated it. He would not let that happen again. It was simple truly, he wanted this since he was a teenager. However, he knew it was not the time. Your House had fallen, and he had to fix things.
"No. Not yet," he simply replied, earning a suspicious look from his grandfather. But his mother knew, she knew the look on her son’s face.
He grabbed his cup, drinking its content. "Let us eat, we have a long day ahead of us”.
You were in your chambers once again. Or rather Aemond's. You had tried to visit Helaena but you have learned that she was at the Dragonpit, not expected to return soon. So you went back, settling to search for a book among Aemond's shelves, desperately trying to escape the stares that came your way each time you crossed any living soul. However your peace was quickly disturbed as a visitor was announced.
Alicent Hightower walked into the room, hands clasped together and her lips in a thin line. You bowed, at lost at what to do, you did not expect to see anyone, even less the Queen Mother.
She finally greeted you, putting a polite smile on her face and you both stay on your feet in front of each other, her words breaking the silence.
"Do you find yourself comfortable here, my Lady?" she asked. You only nodded as she continued.
“I came to apologise for any treatment you might have suffered here. I do not know exactly of my son’s action, but I wish you to know that if you ever need to talk to someone, I will make myself available.”
You were quite surprised at the statement. Alicent has always been someone you could not read properly. She evidently carried a lot on her shoulders since a tender age, and you never really knew how much affection she had toward you. Only that she liked the fact that her children were able to spend time with someone as nice as you. But it was a long time ago.
“I thank you, your Grace,” you said, bowing your head. “However, I had been treated well. I only miss my original chambers and books,” you smiled weakly.
You didn’t really like the way she had implied that Aemond could be harmful to you in any way, but you chose not to talk about it as more urgent matters filled your mind.
“Pardon me your Grace. But I have been… put in the dark, rather I have no knowledge of the exterior world. So may I ask you…” you hesitated. “May I ask what you know of my House situation at present? I am infinitely worried about them.”
She sighed, an affectionate look appearing on her face as she took your hands in yours and made you sit with her on the sofa, her motherly tone taking over.
“I am sorry my dear. Your House is currently under siege, I know you had nothing to do with it. I have known you since you were a child, but these are trying times and your father…” she stopped, biting her lips. “I am sorry that you are put in the same predicament as the Baratheons as long as you remain here. We will try to make the most of it.”
You narrowed your eyes. What did she mean? Was she talking about Lady Cassandra?
“I… do not understand. How can it be the same when you are about to link both of your Houses?” you asked.
Alicent looked at you with sad eyes. Of course you could not know of it yet.
“Lady Cassandra, her sister and mother are… to remain here as… a way for them to be protected. They cannot leave and she will not marry my son either.”
Realisation dawned on you. Of course, that is what Aemond had come up with. A compromise for him, a hell for everybody else.
And now you were the same as them, a bird in a cage, meant to be a leverage for the Greens to use on your respective Houses, one for support, the other for retaliation.
And he would not marry her. Aemond had chosen otherwise.
You felt something heavy lift your heart, as if to let you breathe properly again. But you instantly felt ashamed at this very feeling: how could you be so selfish?
Alicent watched you take on the news, before standing up to grab a piece of parchment on the desk and hand you a quill.
“This is one of the reasons of my presence, my child. I know you worry for your family, and I believe that you can do something about it,” she said, sitting down again. “Surely news of your return here had not reached them yet, and if we could lead them in the right direction… Maybe, maybe we could create an outcome without bloodshed.”
She looked at you expectantly, watching your eyes fill with tears, but it was soon replaced by determination.
She was right, it was the right course of action, you yourself had thought about it. If your father knew that you were once again under the control of the people he had sought to escape, none would guess how he would react, but chances were that he would put your safety first. Being a hostage tended to do that.
So you wrote a letter under Alicent’s watchful eye, pouring all of your love and affection where you could, when only demands and urges to surrender to the Greens peacefully filled the paper.
Once you were done and Alicent had taken the paper away, surely to submit it to her father, you felt like it was not enough. You had to see him, to talk to him, without anyone to tell you what to say. You had to make things right.
Later in the day, you received a letter, from a writing you would recognise anywhere: you were invited to dinner with the Royal Family.
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Katie Hi hi hi!! I hope this isn’t weird, but I saw that on some of your asks when talking about songs, a few Lana Del Rey songs were mentioned, and I was like 😏😏.
And now I can’t get the song Burning Desire out of my head 😫😫and thinking about having a crush on Aaron and it gets so bad that he’s the first and last thing in your mind each day. He’s in your dreams haunting you, and it has gotten to the point where only the fantasy of his hands holding your hips down as he rails you into the mattress, with his lips near your ear you can hear his breathy grunts with each thrust, can send you careening over the edge, each time with his name leaving your lips in the darkness of your room.
But it’s not enough because if dream him is this good, real Aaron dick down must be a transcendent experience so you start to wear work clothes that may be a tad too tight hoping to catch his attention. You also go out of your way to do little nice things for him like bring him coffee, or snacks and take the time to chat about not work things with him, because first, it brings that smile that lights up his face because YOU did something for him, and secondly yeah you’re thirsty asf for him but also he deserves some softness and kindness 🥺🥺❤
BUT ANYWAYS BACK TO THIRST THO(ugh)TS. when the team goes out for drinks or whatever, you start to wear things that are a little scandalous and the girls are like “ma’am who are you trying to seduce” and you’re like “no one” as you just stare at Aaron real hard like embarrassingly hard and you can hear giggles from the girls as they are like “sure”. And, and, and, you know it’s not appropriate and he probably doesn’t feel the same way because he’s the stern boss and would probably frown upon boss/subordinate relationships!!!
BUT SURPRISE YOU'RE WRONG BECAUSE HE HAS NOTICED HOW YOUR STARES LINGER ON HIM, THE SUBTLE FLIRTING, THE BRINGING HIM THINGS AND DONT FORGET THE TIGHTER CLOTHES. At first, he is like 🤔🤔? And making sure he isn’t reading into things because he definitely doesn’t want that HR nightmare for either one of you (he drinks that respect women juice). But after a while, as your little subtle gestures become less subtle and he can clearly tell what you’re up to he is like well as long as you're okay with it 😏😏??
So after one of the team outings, as everyone is leaving, Aaron lingers behind with you and just compliments how pretty and fitting your outfit looked tonight (and on the other nights) And you’re like :) :) :)? Because did you hear him wrong? And he can see the confusion on your face and he is like I mean it :) the outfit is very flattering and he places a hand on your forearm giving it a little squeeze along with giving you the look™. And in your head you’re like I’m about to bust because those hands that you have dreamed of are on you and your brain is filled with unholy thoughts, but outside your like 👉👈 thank you I’ve been trying some new things out and I’m glad it’s working it seems?
And he just smiles at you with that fucking dimpled smile and is like ‘it is working, and I would like to see more of it.’ And then he just squeezes your arm again softly, gives you a little wink, and leaves you with your mouth hanging open. Because number one, your dreams about this man are about to be top tier tonight but number two, you might get that desire that’s been burning you up quenched sooner than later :)
Alright, I’m done I’m sorry for my long ’i want Hotch to dick me down’ ted talk🥴🥴🥴. Time to go lay down and think thirsty thoughts.
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PLEASE AH okay so you've always been attracted and drawn to him, ever since the day you met him, but you never really surrendered to it. like, it made sense, he's a man of authority and incredibly handsome - having a little puppy love crush on him seems only natural. so again, you really didn't think too much of it nor act upon it.
but then it's game over once you start dreaming about him 😵💫
you literally just can't look at him the same way anymore. like after your first sexy dream about him hehe >:) you avoid eye contact with him the whole following day because you're so flustered and you know if you look at him, the only thing you'll be able to picture is him pounding into you <3 hehe you're in a briefing, looking at anything and everything that isn't him, he notices and asks you if you're okay. you have no other choice but to look at him, your mind immediately flashes with memories from your dreams and you're blushing profusely. you just nod, keeping your mouth shut because you have no idea what'll accidentally escape you if you do open it.
but the more dreams you have, that changes the game completely hehe >:) he's your last thought before you fall asleep, your dreams are consumed by him, and he's on your mind the second you wake up in the morning. he's actually all consuming. so you start wearing those tighter clothes, going out of your way to do lil things for him like bring him coffee or make conversation, just anything to be near him because every part of you just needs him; so much longing it's actually painful. like there's a pit of emptiness in you constantly when you're not around him.
and while you think you're kindaaa being subtle throughout, aaron notices the way you look at him. he notices your eyes checking him out and all the lingering stares- especially the ones on his hands or lips <333333 he's always been attracted to you as well, so at first he's convinced he's looking too much into it based on his own personal feelings. but then one day you can't help but compliment the way he looks in his suit, and as you do so, you also can't help but bite your lip ever so slightly <333 and then he's like oh ;). maybe now he can actually pursue this further because he's not alone in this ;)
omg and when you're out to drinks with the team - imagine other guys trying to hit on you (!!!!!!) and aaron is sitting there silently fuming. his own reaction surprises himself, like seeing you with someone who's not him? sure he was never fond of the idea, but actually witnessing it?? that's the last straw right there and it needs to stop. he should be the one making you touching you, making you smile and laugh, and it's driving him crazy that he's not the one getting your attention. like at work, it's clear where your attention is hehe and he's gotten so used to it, so that's the way it should always be. heheh you play along and flirt back with the others, solely to get a reaction out of him and it works. as if his eyes haven't been on you all night, he can't pull his stare away from you and he's not trying very hard to be subtle about it either. so as you're leaving the bar for the night, you can basically feel his front against your back. he's crowding so close to you and it gives every part of you butterflies, especially when he leans in and tell you how flattering your clothes look on you, he can't pull his eyes off of you or maybe he just flat out says you've been driving him crazy all night >:)
at first you're like ??? questioning if this real life or one of your dreams?? but THEN he gives you that dimpled smile, followed by that look, and repeats himself and places his hand on the small of your lower back and you're like YUP this is definitely not a dream it's too way real 😵💫😵💫 heheh and it doesn't take very long for allllll those dreams to come true <3 and you thought right!!!! the real thing puts all your dreams to shame; it's so much better than anything you could've possibly imagined
also- i literally just associate EVERY lana song with him it's impossible not to 😵💫😵💫😵💫 and ughghg everything you said was just PERFECT ugh longing and sexual tension with aaron <333 YES PLEASE WHERE DO I SIGN UP
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Wow, I didn't expect all the staff of the Hazbin Hotel, but thank you, it was interesting. Well, now I wonder how VVV will react to this, I think that even for them it will be too much, even for Valentino, and yes, I think that out of the three of them, Vox will be very shocked by this news
Anon I’m sorry for taking so long to get to this ask but here you go!!
How the vees react to finding out about rosecest / Percy
First of all a lot of my headcanons around the vees are highly influenced by @lunarbroadcast and her selfship with Vox, so you’ll be hearing a lot about her s/I Lyra
Vox
Oh boyyyy he’s pissed, not for any sort of moral reason but because he CANT EVEN HAVE HIS OWN FUCKING SCANDAL!! Of course that old prick has to ALSO be grooming some kid (part of him wonders if alastor is just doing it to compete with him but he’d never admit it)
As for how he found out, it was all thanks to Lyra. His little doll has been staying at the hotel for a while (think like Pentious in ep 2 but like,,,actually good at spying) so he basically got a front row seat for everything
Sure he’s shocked and everything, but what’s more important is making sure NOTHING gets out to the public. After all he has an appearance to maintain, gotta keep those investors happy! (he really doesn’t have time to get someone to clean up another bloody mess from Valentino)
Vox was already paranoid about his own less then savory action getting out, the reveal of Percy’s existence / rosecest makes that so much worse. Anyone starts posting rumors? they’re gone missing, a news team tries to look into it? well they’re not coming back for a while..
He can’t even use Percy’s existence or their relationship as blackmail, I mean he could but Vox isn’t stupid enough to risk getting alastor angry
ABSOLUTELY NONE of his employees is allowed to even bring it up, it’s simply safer like that. If some idiot does try and talk about it Vox will just hypnotize the fool back in line. Oh and a cut to their paychecks
Vox can hear the headlines if this were to get out to the media “overlord caught with underage child!” “The dark truth behind alastor” “the radio demon: predator or misguided father.” And is 100% convinced if alastor was found out then the media would turn to him next. So the two overlords are stuck in this weird relationship where both would do anything to keep the other’s secret safe but only because it benefits their own selfish needs
Valentino
He’s immediately interested in Percy.. after all a such naive little cutie is the perfect candidate for stardom and a deal
somehow he gets creepier then he already is.. absolutely no one wants these two to meet
The other two tried to keep it a secret from him for as long as possible, unfortunately he’s one nosy man and CANNOT stay out of any unfolding drama
His feelings about the relationship are probably the most “positive” out of any of the vees, except it’s in a “that’s hot, can I watch?” Way rather then actually accepting the relationship
He’s of course not stupid enough to risk getting torn apart by Alastor for trying anything, but god he wants to..
Vellvette
Being the newest and youngest vee, she’s frankly HORRIFIED by it
She doesn’t have the years of fear built up around alastor like the other two do, so she’s likely to actually go after alastor for his actions (which no matter what doesn’t end well for her)
Vellvette honestly feels really sorry for Percy, she hates seeing A LITERAL CHILD being trapped and abused like Percy is (she’d never admit it though) but Vox has caught her sobbing on more then one occasion
Girl needs to be physically held back from going after alastor personally once she finds out
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I've seen stans claiming issue #67 gets to take place after Frontiers and so there was a huge time skip of months based only in the fact Sonic called Amy to lunch as they apparently spend a time without meet each other (???) (Is not it some long running gag in the games that the characters can take long weeks or months to see each other again, thus being already used to this?)
But why?? Why is it so important to set this passage of time?! Do they are really desperate in make the link between games and comics? Because that really makes the comic's narrative sound and look pretty worse:
1- It would mean then that Surge and Kit has been a far more time hidding in Eggman's abandoned base than you would expect, that makes them look even more lazy losers than they already do and clash a lot more with the image of Thirsty For Revenge the comics insist in pass, since they moved NOT a finger in almost half a year (???) (Idk the exact time they want to claim and much less I care) But it makes the arguably near 0 effort of them become a surely negative effort.
2- So then, Blaze is still in vacation in Sonic's world??? Really? She just forgot her kingdom? Are the Sol Emeralds just in Sonic's world as if there was no risk of the universe to collapse (okay, that's a more overkill than what the game really states) if the Chaos Emeralds are reunited and put close to them? Just like that? As if she wasn't all afraid of get some vacantion in the start?
3- Then Mimic has already gone in missions with the DC for real, right? He's bonding with them, right? Surprisingly, there were NO real volunteers after all this time before Surge and Kit finally met Clutch, heard his plan, came to accept his conditions and just gone to the Restoration HQ by the front door, (assuming any of these step even passed by Surge's father head) right? Or, if had, then they left... Geez, guess a bossy rude bitch with a rock hard head can't be a inspiring leader after all, what a surprise, no?
4- The only positive thing of this time skip ideia is that it explains why everyone is so chill of the drooling psychic walking around as well as make no objections to him about use his powers... And why Silver is so chill after the whole fiasco... Buuuuuut, now he's acting Just Exactly the way Lanolin accused him to act when she made the scandal to kick him out the Diamond Cutters (Not only the absence of security helmets or vests, he's playing with the food of the thousands of hungry kids he meant to help, Ian Flynn, a master of self sabotage)
Btw, sorry for this rant, feel free to just ignore if you prefer... And sorry for bringing the Lanolin discourse all over again...
Now that I think about it, it's been a year since Frontiers came out and IDW still hasn't referenced it. Even considering that it takes multiple months for issues to be finalized, I'd say enough time has passed that anything Flynn and Stanley have written since, say, December 2022 has been released. So huh, not even a small reference to that talkative moon, or anything to reflect the supposed new life goal of the gang. It's like it's not canon after all :)
Anyway. Time skips in IDW are indicated. This is how we know that the camping arc takes place months after the beginning of the MV arc because the apocalypse lasted the whole winter, and how we can say that it's complete bullshit because Sonic should have been dropped dead from exhaustion. No time indication, no significant time skip. This is a moot point for me, so I don't have much to add.
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Hello, Harry mod here. 👋🏻
I have been pretty silent up until now. I am more a behind the scenes kind of person.
Thank you for all the kind messages we received so far. We appreciate each and every one of them.
And it's totally ok if you want to stay anonymous. We've seen what happens when you show a glimpse of support for John or just hint at not being against him: hate in your inbox (so sorry, Vicky, that you had to experience that). And yet, we (John, Mycroft and I) are painted as the bullies.
The split has been a long time coming. John was truly unhappy with how things were going in the role play. From what I heard, communicating with consult-sherlockholmes (about it) was difficult at best. I experienced the same issue first hand. People who follow the role play know that Sherlock and I never got along. I tried, really tried to get behind it and improve the situation. But every attempt to communicate with him was simply ignored or he tried to humiliate me (which is something I couldn't care less about 😆). I believe that John was mostly ignored, unless Sherlock wanted something from him.
Things went from bad to worse, clearly seen in the interaction between the rp blogs. John was considering quitting the rp altogether. And here I actively encouraged John to do that or to find another way to continue on his own. Because I know how much he likes this blog and the interaction with his followers. So if someone was wondering if I played a role in the break-up: yes, I did. ✌🏻 Am I handling more than one account at the moment? (you know what I mean): No. I have a hard time handling Harry and my main. (I used to play Mrs. Turner @mrs-turners-blog , but that account is pretty much inactive. It could become more active again in the future, who knows.)
Was the break-up handled unprofessionally? (Something only John was accused off many times.) Yes, it was. On both sides. If your partner of 2+ years wants to leave, you support their exit in every way. You don't use everything you have to make them stay, or try to paint them black before they exit and after. You don't tell others they are not to be trusted or to be believed. The break-up was handled with way too much emotion involved. Because they both care a lot about the characters they play. I am the same with Harry.
And then everything got blown out of proportion, like hello? It's only a role play. On tumblr. We do this for fun! I fear some people don't know what fun is (if that is you, please consider getting professional help!). People are taking themselves way too seriously. Throwing around big words like harassment and bullying and victim and perpetrator and scandal (that's my number 1 favourite, actually) like hand grenades.
We should have just ignored all that. That's where we - as a collective - went wrong. Because no matter what we do, people (you know who you are) will find a way to twist it so that we are the bullies, so that we are trying to silence others, which is so ridiculous, I don't even know what to say. In fact, they are the ones who are silencing those that bring a different perspective to the table. That's not objective reporting. That's taking a premeditated side.
But it's also totally valid for John to defend himself against all the ridiculous accusations, not letting himself get silenced. Because the person behind John is nothing like that: he isn't a bully, he isn't an abuser, he doesn't silence others. Because of this and because of my own experiences with Sherlock (on this account and my main), I stand 100% behind John. So, please: if you think you want to send some anon hate (cowards!) to John, send some to me as well. @therealharrywatson If it wasn't for me, John would have either quit the rp or he would still be stuck with an incompatible rp partner. I am as much to "blame" as he is.
I am really glad for John that he continued and even found another Sherlock. I hope they continue the role play in a fun way - like it's supposed to be. And I will try to chime in every now and then as the annoying big sister who is looking to turn her life around.
So, again- thank you so much for the support.
No hugs (I am not a hugger!!), but kisses
Harry
PS: This is not about forcing you to pick a side. If you want to continue to follow and interact with consult-sherlockholmes, that is totally fine. He played/ plays a pretty convincing Sherlock and deserves to continue on his own. Just not with consultjohnwatson. I -and John as well- do have a problem with the people who went after John and made him the bad guy in this. So, if you were blocked by one of us, it was probably because you openly supported those people. Not because we want to silence anyone (how does that even work?), but because we don't want the negativity and drama. Like I said before: we are role playing for fun.
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Oof, to add on to the relunctant AbsentDad!Touya, courtesy of @willowser....
Hell breaks loose the day your daughter calls Shouto otō.
You can't really play it off. Shouto and Otō both rhyme, but your daughter is very articulate for her age, only two, nearly three, and she said it with perfect clarity.
It's one of those family dinners that the Todoroki's have once a month. Fuyumi does most of the cooking, but everyone is obligated to bring a dish.
And you don't have the last name, but they all welcome you so readily, and your daughter loves them all. She loves her uncle Natsuo, who picks her up and throws her up in the air. Her aunt fuyumi, who cooks good food and always gives hugs. Sweet and calm baba rei, with her cool hands. And even jiji enji, who sometimes picks her up, so tiny in his giant hands. You always watch them carefully.
But her favorite is Shouto. He learned how to make little ice orbs for when she was teething. He lets her 'braid' his hair. Rattle the little canisters on his hero suit. Heats up her food when she lets it go cold.
Shouto was trying to feed your baby in her high chair, that she's getting too big for, while she kept shaking her head and turning away. No trains, or airplanes, or birds or dragons would make her open up. Finally she yelled,
"No, otō!!"
And the room fell silent. Your daughter, oblivious, just kicks her feet and leans farther away from the spoon. You have frozen, passing a platter onto Natsuo.
No one moves. Your daughter continues to kick her feet.
"...Oji. You mean Oji, right baby?" She looks at you, confused. She points to Enji.
"No! Jiji is jiji. Otō is Otō!"
"Shouto is Oji. Oji. Natsuo is Oji too, okay?" She still looks confused, and you repeat yourself. She nods.
She opens her mouth to say something but Shouto attacks, putting the spoon in her mouth, gently of course. And she knows better than to spit food out, so she swallows, albeit with a disgusted look on her face.
"See? It wasn't that hard, right?" She pinches her face and nods.
"I'm sorry. But if you eat all your food, I'll make you those ice lamas you like to munch on." Shouto smiles, imperceptibly, when she nods eagerly this time, and he continues to feed her.
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The tension stays, but the night goes on without a fuss. You feel an absence, like the cool imprint of air after someone moves out of your space. Your stomach rolls, appetite gone.
The next morning, you hear on the news that seven people have been burnt to cinders. The estimated amount is only seven, because only teeth were what was left in the ashes. Pro heroes most definitely, or some politician whose scandal will be thrown to the light soon.
You swallow against the dry patch in your throat. You turn off the tv, glad your daughter is still sleeping.
He doesn't try to hide what he did, and the next time you see him its a video, uploaded to YouTube, prancing and shouting more than laughing. He's got more burns now. He's laughing so hard the staples on his face are falling off, tearing him open. His burnt eye patch things are bleeding. Something aches inside you.
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You don't know why you save the video. It's taken down two hours later.
Every month you find a check, some large sum of money, inside your apartment. Always somewhere obvious-on the counter, atop the fridge, on your desk or your pillow, today. The amount has been increasing lately. You see him more in the news now.
Ever since you moved to a new, nicer neighborhood there have been no footsteps creaking in the night, no doors wincing as they were let open. No figures looming in the shadows a street, a block away, watching over you, though you know he still does. Just too far, too hurt and too busy to do it in person. Maybe that's a good thing. You think his hands would ignite, if he saw what you do right now.
Fuyumi being in your apartment and helping out is okay, but not Shouto. Shouto shouldn't be in your apartment too, much less cradling your baby, half asleep in his arms.
Its only been a couple of days since the dinner incident. More bodies have been found, properties destroyed. You all know who did it. Its an unspoken knowledge. And the death toll only keeps rising, somehow, everytime your daughter slips and calls Shouto, otō. They haven't made the connection yet. You have.
She likes Shouto because he's warm, she says. And cool. Everyone else is cold and nice, and you don't really see jiji much, nor do you want to, so Shouto is her favorite. You think she would've loved Touya. He was always warm.
Is, is. Sometimes you have to remind yourself he's alive, somewhere.
Shouto is just happy to be of service, he says. He's not good with kids. He just wants to be a good oji-san to his little niece. Just wants to make sure she's healthy, happy. It's sweet. You know his intentions are pure when he smiles down at her. Your stomach twists, anxious, anyways. You are waiting for something.
You don't wait long. For the first time in years, you get a phone call. Unknown caller. You pick up.
He doesn't say anything for a while. He just breathes, and he sounds bad. There's a rasp, a delay-like he has to drag each breath in and out his chest. Still, he speaks first.
"...That's my baby." You sigh, and that only fans the flames.
"That's my baby. Mine. Not fucking his."
"Of course, I know."
"Than why the fuck is she calling him that? Huh? Why the fuck is she calling someone else dad?"
"Because kids aren't dumb. They see things. They ask questions. They try to fill in the blanks any way they know how. That's why Touya." It's the first time you said his name, to him at least, in years. It doesn't feel like it.
"I corrected her. It's not even a habit. I'm working on it." He scoffs, mumbles the words back to you, but you hear what he doesn't say.
You search for the words, but you seem to have said it all in your last talk. You are standing, unsure and wary, and it's like a liminal space. Time doesn't exist here. Like you could reach out and pluck your last moments together out of thin air, inspect them in the moonlight.
"It was just Father's day, and people, stupid people were asking questions. No one came, except me, and she was sad." You explain.
"She's just…trying to make sense of things. I'll sort it out. Shouto is her favorite anyway so that's why she called him that." He snorts, and you imagine fire came with it, like a dragon.
"...Yeah. Shouto seems to be everyone's favorite." There, the root of it all. Your voice is small, but you take a chance. You still want to comfort him, after all these years.
"Not my favorite."
He pauses, scoffs.
"Really? Because he seems to come over to your place a lot. Helping with the chores, I guess?"
"Touya."
"Picking the baby up from daycare? Taking her to the parks and shit? Helping you pick out clothes and little booties? The fuck?" He's really been watching, keeping an eye on you two, his girls. You think a few years ago you would have been flattered. You're just tired now.
"You know Natsuo does the same thing."
"My baby doesn't call fucking him otō, does she?" He laughs, just like in the video.
"Doesn't he offer you breaks, from the baby? Go relax, or, you deserve this, you work hard enough. I'll pay for whatever, or, let me treat you."
"You know he's dense. He doesn't know what he's insinuating."
He laughs again, hoarse. You wonder where he is.
"He's a man now, of course he does. And you do too. Didn't think I was so replaceable." You go silent, angry, and he takes that as his sign.
"Do you like him? Is he pretty enough for you? Rich enough? Is he everything you've ever dreamed of and more?"
"Touya."
"What, got something to say? I don't want your apologies."
"I don't need to apologize because I've done nothing wrong." He starts to say something but you cut him off, fuming.
"Why are you calling Touya? Why? You don't get to say shit after all these years. You chose not to be a part of this."
"But that's still my fucking baby!"
"You've never even held her! You're never there, you don't want to be there!"
"Don't fucking say that, you know why I cant--"
"Does it matter why? You're still not here."
"So you found someone who is? Perfect fucking Shouto, huh?"
"Touya!" You throw your hand up. You should have never answered the phone.
"The perfect fucking prince, am I right? Are you fucking him, huh? Does he make you say his name when he fucks you? Do you cry when he makes you ride him?"
"Touya!"
"Tell me! Don't be shy now. You got a new man, let me hear about it! Does he rock the baby to sleep and sing her lullabies? Does he make it snow for her when she asks? Does he kiss you both when he leaves for work? The baby already calls him otō. Are you gonna give him a baby too?"
"Touya!" You say his name. You don't know when you've started crying.
"Touya. She's sleeping right now." You don't see or hear it, but you feel the anger leave him. Like smoking hands, going limp as you cry.
"We have a baby. We have a baby girl, and she's right next door." He curses when your breath hitches.
"...fuck, I know. I know."
"You can't yell at me. She's sleeping right now."
"I know, I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry."
"She won't go back to sleep if she wakes up now."
"I know, I know. I'm sorry baby. Fuck. I'm so fucking sorry." You think he'd cry if he could. His breath is ragged enough as is.
The line on both ends is quiet, as you try to calm down. Touya just listens to you,your sniffles and aborted sobs. He sighs. He sounds tired too.
"Just, go to sleep. I'm sorry I called, fuck. Just, go to sleep. Give our baby a kiss for me." And he hangs up, before you can say anything. You hang onto the phone.
Then you leave, to go kiss your baby.
You stay in that room, that spot for a moment more, lost in time.
#its so tragic#like in my reblog Touya wants to be a dad but he knows Dabi wasnt built for that#so he leaves not to fuck things up#buts hes still fucked up on the inside bc thats his baby#and if for sme reason his baby's favorite is shouto?#and she calls him dad? Otō?#he'd go on a rampage.#thats also why he backs down do quick#his baby is sleeping in the other room and he doesnt want her to hear mom and dad arguing#or her mom crying#like he probably did growing up#ReluctantAbsentDad!Touya#It just breaks my heart man#my stuff#my writing#bnha#bnha x reader#boku no hero academia x reader#my hero academia#mha#mha x reader#my hero academia x reader#touya todoroki#dabi#dabi x reader#dabi x you#fem reader#fem!reader#mom!reader#brainrot
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ACTUALLY WE NEED MORE ANGST. MOOOORE /j
I do like the fluff, but I do like the angst, so let’s do a little bit of both. For some of the SV and SVE bachelors and bachelorettes (you can pick who because that’s alotta people, but my main requests are Emily, Victor and Sam) they all had a pretty bad day, and here comes the farmer to cheer them up. What made them upset, and what does the farmer do?
My favorite tipes of headcanons - hurt/comfort! Sorry for not answering for so long...
Thanks for your ask, dear anon 😊 Enjoy!
Sam:
Sam left JojaMart in a pretty bad mood. And who wouldn't - Morris took away his salary because Sam allegedly smashed a whole stand with expensive drinks, and now his salary will go as compensation for the loss. Sam didn't touch this stand at all, but he was not lucky enough to be nearby, there were no other employees at this moment, and there are no security cameras. Morris didn't believe his story, and as a result, Sam now has to work for a whole month for free! This is so unfair!
Sam met Farmer near Clint's forge. Seeing his friend's sullen face, the Farmer worriedly asked what had happened. Sam didn't want to lash out at others, but he also really wanted to vent to someone. After telling the whole story, the Farmer asked Sam to wait here and, turning around, went towards JojaMart. Less than ten minutes had passed when the Farmer left the building and told Sam that the problem had been solved, and that another employee's hastily set up booth was the culprit. Sam's eyes widened in surprise. Does that mean he gets his well-deserved salary? Awesome! Afterwards, the Farmer invited Sam to the Saloon to buy pizza and play arcade games. Bad mood? Forget about it, when Sam has such a wonderful friend!
Victor:
The constant pressure to find a job always upset Victor so much. He sincerely understands that his dearest mother wishes him the best, but her constant reminders that Victor has not yet found a job bring the poor boy to a depressive state. For both of them, it has become almost a tradition: a couple of phrases turn into an unpleasant conversation, and then Victor goes outside to cool off.
So, on another walk, away from bad thoughts, on the bridge he met a Farmer who was fishing. Victor was about to leave, afraid to interfere their fishing, but the Farmer quickly stops him and asks why he is in such a depressed mood. The story was long, but the Farmer listened attentively to Victor, comforted him, helping with advice and kind words. It was much easier for Victor knowing that the Farmer supported him and did not consider him a crybaby, a bore and a weakling. This support means a lot to him.
Emily:
The autumn festivals in Stardew Valley always mean a huge rush of tourists to the Saloon, and not a moment's rest for Emily. And everything would be fine, but not all guests from the big cities know at least the minimum rules of good manners. Overworked, Emily accidentally knocks over a mug of ale on the man who ordered it. Having already poured into himself not the first mug of strong drinks, he immediately began to resent, pouring name-calling and curses on Emily. And the poor waitress, out of guilt for her clumsiness, this time absorbed all the negativity into herself.
Who known how long this would have continued until the Farmer came to the table. They grabbed the shirt collar of that boor, and with one movement they kicked him out of the Saloon. Farmer also gave that asshole an icy look and the phrase "get lost", thwarting any attempt by the man to continue the scandal. Emily felt guilty, because she believed that it all started because of her, but the Farmer reassured her and explained that this was not a reason to be so rude to the workers. Gus, who later found out what happened, was of the same opinion as the Farmer, and promised that this this man would not be in the Saloon again. Emily shone brighter than the sun, realizing that Gus and her friend would not let her drown in negative energy.
#stardew valley#sdv#sve#stardew valley expanded#sdv farmer#sdv emily#sdv sam#sve victor#sdv headcanons#sve headcanons
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A drabble about Theo learning about Hatshepsut (who acted as a male pharaoh despite being AFAB, mostly for political power)
Sorry this took so long. I had to do some research on Hatshepsut because I didn't actually know much about her. I also wasn't sure under what context Theo would find out about her or which character would give her that info but I did my best with it!
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Watson was surprised to find Theo hiding away in the library, nose buried in a book of law. She hadn’t struck him as the type to enjoy reading, much less about a topic as complex and intricate as the criminal justice system and Watson found himself wanting to question her on her choice of reading material.
“Miss Kipp, what brings you here? Everyone else is in the dining room. I know you don’t eat but it’s not like you avoid company. What are you reading there?”
Theo gave him a resigned shrug and shut her book, moving it so that the cover was obscured and shifting aside to make room for Watson to sit with her on the velvet sofa, “Harkers are here to see Quin,” she sighed, avoiding the question about her choice of reading material, “They ain’t rude exactly but I know when I ain’t wanted. I figure it’s better for everyone if I stay out of the way until they leave. They brought Lord Godalming with ‘em too. I don’t know if he’s all affronted with me because I’m a monster or because I’m in trousers,” she chuckled dryly then caught herself. Giving Watson an anxious glance she quickly added, “I swear I’d ‘ave put on a dress if I knew we were ‘avin’ company. I ain’t doin’ nothin’ disruptive on purpose.”
Watson reached over to touch her shoulder reassuringly, “I know you aren’t, Theo, I’m not here to scold you.”
“’Preciate that,” she replied, “I could wear dresses if that would make everyone more comfortable, I don’t mind. I can’t do much about me fangs but I c’n try to look more…well, more regular if y’think that’d help.”
“I don’t think that’s necessary. If this isn’t an impertinent question, would you mind telling me why you chose to be a male impersonator? And why you wear the costume outside of your performances?” Watson asked.
Theo chewed her lip anxiously, she seemed momentarily to shrink into herself before she screwed up her courage to answer, “It feels…right. I dunno how else to explain it. Even if it’s a role, passing for a man makes me feel secure, gives me more freedom and especially if I’m walkin’ the streets at night, it feels safer, so long as no one can tell the difference. To tell the truth I got a taste of livin’ like a man after I started performing and I liked the doors it opened. I settled fer bein’ an actress but when I started out, I thought if I could just get me foot in the right door, I thought maybe I could figure a way to be a lawyer,” she waited for Watson to laugh at her but he didn’t. He sat with his hands folded and patiently waited for her to finish. Emboldened she pulled her book back into view and continued, “I seen too much injustice in my life and when people like me, people who are on the lower rung of society, as it were, get an unfair shake from the law I want them to have a friend on the other side who can represent them.”
Watson nodded thoughtfully, “You know, that reminds me, Holmes once told me a story of an Egyptian king who was a woman. Shortly after a case involving an actress named Irene Adler he took a bit of an interest in remarkable women,” he smiled fondly at the memory, “Once Holmes took an interest in anything he became obsessed and he devoured every scrap of information he could find on the subject with the purpose of broadening his mind. In his research he found an account of a Pharaoh named Hatshepsut.”
“This Pharaoh was a woman? A woman who lived as a man?” Theo asked incredulously.
“She was, and her reign was a prosperous one, but it was, if I recall correctly, quite the scandal at the time and after she died her successors tried to erase her from history.”
“So…she wasn’t accepted?”
“It was complicated. It’s undeniable that her reign was one of peace and prosperity and that she was largely respected during her time but it was unheard of for a woman to be king, and that is what she was, a king, not a queen or a regent but king to her people. Quite an accomplishment, wouldn’t you say?”
Theo nodded, “Do you think maybe, I could still be me and maybe… more? Do you think if I c’n cure meself of this affliction,” she bared her fangs and gestured to her mouth, “I could be what I want?”
“You could certainly try, Theo, even the smallest chances can succeed with enough effort, perseverance and a little bit of luck,” he smiled kindly and Theo felt a lump form in her throat.
“T-thank you, doctor, I don’t think…I don’t think anyone’s ever said anythin’ like that to me before.”
“Between you, Adam and Erik it seems there are a lot of people who could use a second chance and a little encouragement. Now, I’m sure that tome you have is quite advanced, I’m a doctor, not a lawyer, but I know a thing or two about criminal justice. What say we go through it together? Could pass the time until the Harkers leave,” Watson offered, looping an arm around her shoulders and giving her an energetic squeeze.
Theo gave him a tiny but genuine smile and cracked the book back open, “Alright, Doctor Watson, I think I’d like that.”
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Good Dad Paz ficbit pt 2
bc apparently i am doing a writing now, part one here
what is tone? what is pacing? what is the star wars timeline and how the fuck does the tribe fit into it???
don’t look at me, i don’t know her! watch me handwave everything about paz’s backstory instead
also it’s canon that mandalorians monologue at babies now, i don’t make the rules
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Mandalore was inhabitable.
Well, Mandalore was either inhabitable or Din had seriously fucked up, because almost as soon as Paz landed, he was nearly bowled over by a full-grown Alamite flying at his face. The Alamite was followed by a hoverpram carrying Din's child, who wore a distressed expression and no environmental protection whatsoever.
The N-1 was nearby but Din himself was nowhere to be seen, which meant that he probably had, in fact, fucked up.
Paz quickly stepped over the body, no longer quite so concerned with his helmet's pressurization as the pram bumped against his knees. He crouched down and reached out to cradle the foundling's head in his palm, feeling downturned ears trembling against his hand.
"It's okay, little one," he said gently. "Where is your father?"
A tiny hand curled around one of his fingers. The other hand pointed toward the cave entrance Paz had originally been going toward, the child looking there before turning back to Paz with expectant hope.
"You know the way?"
"Leh!"
"Alright then."
Paz scooped the foundling up in one arm, settling him in the crook of his elbow as he pulled out the heavy-duty blaster that hung from his hip. His assault cannon was still slung over his back, and he would put the kid back into the pram if he needed to, but it was hard to offer comfort from a distance.
Small claws tapped against his cuirass and the child cooed softly, laying his head against the beskar. He seemed settled by the familiar sound, so Paz made sure he was secure against his chest before heading in the direction the little hand was pointing. The cave was less a cave and more just a jagged opening between chunks of trinitite, which followed a path down toward the ruins of Sundari.
Paz remembered - very distantly - traveling to the city when he was a child. It was long before the Night of a Thousand Tears, and nearly a year before the civil war that would fracture their people better than the Empire ever could.
He'd been just old enough to notice, even then, how different his group was from the other Mandalorians they encountered. Only guards and soldiers - of which they saw many, followed suspiciously as they were from touchdown to takeoff - donned armor. The rest of the population in Sundari wore soft clothes and no helmets at all, extraordinarily scandalous but also apparently so normal to them that it was Paz's group that was being stared at.
It had been his first foray off of Concordia; he hadn't enjoyed it. Neither had the other children, all recently sworn to the Creed and taken to proudly record their names in the Registers. By the end of the trip, they'd all trudged back aboard the transport quiet and huddled together, eager to leave Mandalore and return to the proper, familiar ways of the Tribe.
"You know," he mused as they descended into the city, "I was once a foundling, too."
"Brr?"
"Yes, like you and your father," he agreed. "But I was found at a younger age, and adopted into one of the lesser branches of Clan Vizsla."
It wasn't as though Paz had expected Sundari to be in good condition, but the city was even less than a wreck. Only the vaguest sense of civilization could be found in the ruins, in the rusting panes of durasteel and the beskar skeletons of buildings. If - when - he retrieved his sorry excuse of a brother, they would have to see if any of the scraps were good enough to bring back to the Armorer.
His adoptive parents would probably have called the idea of picking through the city's beskar bones sacrilegious, but Paz always had found himself to be more of a practical sort.
"Bah!"
"Yes, alright."
Paz obediently headed in the direction the child pointed, absently bouncing him in his arm as the hoverpram followed behind them. If his memory of Sundari's map was correct, they were definitely not going in the direction of the Civic Center - which was on par for Din's navigation skills, really.
Paz tilted his head down to look into big brown eyes.
"Do not," he ordered, "Turn out like your dad."
The child cooed.
Then he smacked Paz in the face and giggled.
Clearly, a lost cause.
They made their way down a large tunnel that might once have been part of the sewer system, an irony that was not lost on Paz in the least, and had to deal with a few more Alamites. The glimpses of sunlight visible through the collapsed dome disappeared into darkness as they went deeper. When the tunnel began lightening up again with the warm flickers of lamp and firelight, he slowed to a halt, the child a knot of tension in his arm.
"Brr," the child whined, insistent but quiet, pointing to the curve in the tunnel ahead. Paz knelt down and helped him clamber back into the pram.
"I'll go get your father," he said softly, wrapping the blankets around the kid's small body, pulling them over his head. "You stay here where it's safe, alright? Stay in there and don't come out until one of us comes to get you."
The child whined again, sinking down into the blankets with his ears lowered unhappily. Paz ran a gentle hand over his head before standing back up, waiting for the pram's shell to snap shut before holstering his heavy pistol and pulling the assault cannon from his back.
He pushed the pram behind an outcropping of rock and strode forward with a sharp grin.
It was a good day for someone else to die.
[pt 3]
#liz writes the mandalorian#the mandalorian#mandalorian fanfiction#paz vizsla#paz continues to Dad#it's just a different Son this time#did i end there just so i didn't have to write a fight scene?#yes#yes i did#look i'm just trying to remember how to Words#quality is beyond me rn#this is not a place of quality#no highly esteemed writing is commemorated here#good dad paz
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Hello! This is kinda a “panic” ask as you would put it, but I just wanted to ask. I know about the whole scandal lately and I recently talked to my mom (who knows more about Chinese culture and media than I do since I grew up in the US and she grew up in China). She told me that gg has been accused of a lot recently and because he hasn’t been appearing in many shows/performances lately, people are suspecting him even more (while dd’s projects are going great and he’s appearing a lot in public). I thought dd was the one who was going thru a bigger scandal, but it seems gg is experiencing a lot too. Obviously, I trust both of them utterly but I’m really concerned about gg especially because it seems that less people are believing him and I’m scared the scandal might get out of hand. I really don’t want something like 227 to happen again. I was wondering what you know about this situation and your thoughts? So sorry about this long ask.
Hi Anon!
Why did you have to bring your mother into this? I don't want to have to rip into someone's mother! Sometimes my job can be so hard... 😅
Fake, fan fiction, CPN.
I think it's important to remember that our impressions about things can be radically altered based on the company we keep, the news programs we watch and the online circles we run in. Someone who watches BBC News and reads the New York Times is going to have an entirely different perspective on what's happening than someone who listens to Joe Rogan and watches Fox News.
If your mother is spending a lot of time on YouTube gossip channels or rubbing elbows with anti circles or hanging out in certain Facebook groups, she's going to get a very distorted idea about what's happening with GG.
Yes, it's true that there are some people out there who genuninely believe some of the rumors about GG (and about DD), but that just goes with the territory. When you have antis out there trying to infect people with bad ideas, sometimes they'll get a hit. This is a huge part of why I'm always telling people to stay away from anti rumors.
These 'doubts and suspicions' aren't as widespread as your message makes it sound. GG and DD always have antis, and they will always be out there trying to smear them both. It's just part of being a star at their level. It's true that the latest attacks seem to have been pushed harder than we're used to seeing, but they aren't getting so much traction that fans need to start panicking.
There will always be credulous people who believe crazy things, but as I said recently, I think the fan wars and their resulting backlash are a far bigger threat than these anti messages are.
I know you said that you believe in GG and DD and I don't doubt it, Anon, but I still feel the need to point out the obvious: The idea that GG has a sugar daddy is completely ridiculous to anyone who gives the issue a moment's coherent thought.
'Sugar daddies' in the industry are big money backers with a lot of political and financial influence who can buy opportunities and bend rules to ensure that someone becomes a success. They can open doors for a wannabe star and put them places where they have no business being based on their level of ability and degree of popularity. They pave the way for someone's success.
Which begs the question, if GG had a sugar daddy looking out for his career, why has his career path been so damn rocky and so much of an ongoing struggle?
GG has had constant setbacks and barriers, and has caught no real breaks. The biggest break he had was CQL, which no one thought was going to be a huge project. It was the quality of the storytelling and the strength of GG and DD's chemistry that made that project a success. And shortly afterward he fell into a scandal that nearly destroyed his career - one that still haunts him to this day.
If anything, it's his lack of solid backing in his earlier career that led to a lot of struggle and probably still makes it harder for him to get his foot in the door at times. He's had to prove himself far beyond what a lot of other actors - even traffic stars - have had to. He wasn't some well-connected baby face fresh out of acting school. He was an inexperienced, untrained outsider coming into it as a second career, later in life than most.
Coming from where he came from, he's done really well for himself. But he had to work hard to get where he is. And he's had to endure a hell of a lot of BS.
And GG is massively, massively popular. He doesn't need to buy his way into anything. He has a lot of dedicated, active fans. He doesn't need someone to wrangle him endorsements or roles. The roles will come to him because people like to make money. The endorsements will come to him because any product he endorses sells out within seconds. He has a massive influence on brand sales. Other artists can't even come close.
Endorsements (above) Brand star with goods ranking (below)
GG is in many ways a victim of his own popularity. His fans are constantly causing problems for him and drawing attention to him at times when he least needs to be in the public eye. In fact, THAT is why I suspect GG has been laying low lately. Not because he's 'cowering amidst some sort of scandal', but rather because now is not a time to be taking up a lot of oxygen in Chinese media.
The National Congress is just a month away, and it's a time when certain officials want to be #1 in the hearts and minds of the citizens, and to look good in front of peers. It's not a good time to be stealing the spotlight or reminding people that you are widely viewed as the biggest traffic star with notoriously disruptive fans - something that the government has heavily targeted in recent policy as they try to rein in fan behavior and fan culture.
GG is a smart man. He's not going to do anything to put his career in jeopardy. Laying low is his best move right now.
And GG went through 2/27, surely the most 'cleansing' experience any star could go through. Let me tell you - if there was any dirt on GG, it would have come out then, when everyone was out to get him and he was on the brink of being cancelled. If there was any dirt on him, he would not have been able to recover from the scandal the way he has. Slowly, painfully.
And if he had big backing there's no way he would have been dragged in the media and online as hard as he was, or for as long as he was, during that scandal. He wouldn't have been made a scapegoat quite the way he was during that scandal.
Anyone who genuinely believes those hateful anti rumors needs an urgent brain transplant (no disrespect to your mother).
Everyone needs to take their own path as a fan. Everyone needs to decide for themselves what they believe, what they want and need from fandom, etc. etc. I can't do those things for other people. I wouldn't even want to try.
When we become fans we make our own choices about where we stand with our idols. We either believe in them, or we don't.
Doubt is understandable, wariness is understandable. It doesn't take a lot of years or life experience to have found oneself the fan of someone whose worthiness turned out to be questionable. I think we all need to realize that there is a lot more to our idols than we will ever be aware of (than we ever should be aware of).
But anti messages... they're just bullshit. Most of it transparently so. Like I said in my recent post about this topic, the same so-called 'evidence' is being photoshopped to implicate GG, to implicate DD, to implicate other stars as well. It's all blatantly fake.
Some antis have been spreading around pictures of GG with an older man who is pampering and preening GG, claiming it's 'the official who was his sugar daddy' when in reality the man in the photos is the makeup artist GG has been working with for years.
They don't even try to make the 'evidence' realistic, because they don't need to. They know that a lot of people will eat idiotic claims up without doing even the barest minimum of analysis. And turtles are the credulous victims of this kind of thing all the time.
People need to cultivate some critical thinking skills and develop intellectual self-defense. There is 'having healthy skepticism about artists and being realistic about fandom', and then there is 'being incredibly gullible and susceptible to anti messaging'. Too many people flatter themselves that they're doing the former when they're actually doing the latter.
As for GG and his well-being, Anon, GG is tough as nails. He's been through a lot, he's learned a lot, and he is surrounded by people who are highly qualified to give him expert advice.
I trust him to know what is best for his career. I trust him to take care of himself and do what is best for him. He has a highly capable team working for his best interests, and friends and loved ones who support him. I leave it all in their capable hands.
The best that any of us can do is just trust him to handle his shit. If he hasn't already proved his ability to do so, then no one can!
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