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kakusu-shipping · 4 months

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1, 2, 4, 11, and 18 for the end of year asks? :0

Aaah thankyou Echo!!! This post might be long, please forgive me!

1. Did you add any F/Os to your list this year? Were they from new media or just a newly discovered love?

Here's every romantic F/O added to the list this year, or at least that I can remember adding this year. Years are long and my sense of time is very warped so it may not be fully accurate.

Most are from new media, or just new parts of media, like the end of the Owl House and the New Pokemon Games. The ones that are new loves from re-visits are Heracross, Smeargle, and Keckleon from Monster Mind, Mario and Luigi from Super Mario, Makarov from Fairy Tail, and Jill from The Wayward Children series.

Though Mario and Luigi are also what I consider my first F/Os, they weren't officially on the list until the movie came out, so I'm counting them in the 2023 yearly wrap.

2. Did you reconsume any of your F/Os’ source media this year? How did you feel about the rewatch/listen/read/etc?

I rewatch Assassination Classroom every year in March and it makes me cry every time. I also replay Hatoful Boyfriend and Holiday Star every December for Kazuaki and Hitori, watch Baka and Test sometime around late Summer most years to ease my seasonal depression, and rewatch Mushishi at least once a year.

Other than that, nothing super meaningful. I rewatched a few LPs of Mario games, replayed through Paper Mario myself, watched Romantic Killer again, Reread Manly Appetites every other month or so, watched The Cat Returns once or twice, played more Pokemon, Restarted Monster Mind (still haven't finished it), and skimmed the Ouran Manga at the library while waiting for them to replace the volume they're missing.

HOWever, this latest reread of Down Among the Sticks and Bones is what got me to finally put Jill on the F/O list, so that feels worth mentioning. I love that book <3

4. Was there anything on your blog that you were particularly proud of this year?

No, not really. My drawings were all very incomplete and sketchy this year with long gaps between them, and my writing really flaked off suddenly, I haven't written more than a paragraph at all this year.

I wouldn't say I'm particularly proud of them, but I did really enjoy making moodboards last month and am kind of waiting for my health to settle so I can get back to them. Making stuff for other self shippers is a lot more fun than writing/drawing for myself atm.

11. Was there new media for any of your F/Os this year? If so, what was your opinion on it?

Yes FNaF Help Wanted 2 came out and gave us New Sun Content and I LOVED IT!!!!! He's such a bitch!!!! A shit!!! A snobby theater kid!!! He's so controlling and harsh I LOVE him <3 So happy to know more about him honestly and that he's not all UwU Caregiver that the fandom made him. I like soft characters, but he's a HORROR character he needs to be a little fucked up!!

18. Did you have a favorite trend in the selfship community from the past year?

I'll be honest, I don't pay much attention to what other people in the selfship community are doing. I follow the tags but if there's like a popular trend thing going around, I miss it every time.

My LEAST favorite right now though is the whole "Stolen from an Anti" thing. I have no qualms about stealing posts it's whatever, but I hate when it's says that in text at the bottom of the post. Just tag it as such so I can filter it please

#Thankyou for asking #Long post #Sorry sorry for the long post I wanted to put all the photos in there!!!!#Aaaah I've been wanting to go back to Monster Mind for a few weeks now but I'm #Soooooo sick I don't have the energy for it #And my MOUSE KEEPS DOUBLE CLICKING #Which would be back for a puzzle game...#Augh... anyway......#Thankyou so much for asking Echo #I'm so sad the tumblr year in review thing isn't happening this year #I really really like seeing who I posted the most about this year...#And using it to make a new banner #Hm what should I do then... I didn't do a Halloween one this year...#I don't wanna just wait till February for my birthday one...#But I can't.... draw.... right now..........#Augh......#I'll figure it out

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driaswrld · 4 months

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it's raining outside, and yuuji is sharing his earphones with you.

there's an occasional rumble of thunder that has him subconsciously tucking you tighter into his side, you want to tell him it's fine, we're on a bus, on our way home, nothing is going to swoop down from the sky and take me from you.

his playlist is on shuffle, hood pulled over his head and bubblegum hair resting against the window, watching the dark clouds shift above.

yuuji thinks, if he tells you he loves you right now, in such a dark and gloomy setting, if you'll even believe it.

but it's always when skies are dark and rain pours and his vision is cloudy and his knuckles are bruised does he feel the urge burning in him to say, i love you, i love you, i love you.

“i think it's gonna be a storm.” you murmur into his shoulder and he hums, careful not to shift too much — you glared at him the first three times he kept fidgeting and made the earphone fall out of your ear — “you still afraid of lightning?” he asks, big brown eyes full.

he could just say it right now.

“i'm not— i wasn't ever afraid of lightning...” you argue and yuuji laughs, raising a palm in defeat. if you told him the sun was blue, well, he trusts you enough to know you know better than him. plus, he wouldn't mind living under a blue sun with you.

there's a sudden crackle, and a strike of lightning. an echoing boom of thunder follows.

his arms are already wide open before the chill runs down your spine and you dive into him, face buried in his chest — i'll protect you, i'm here.

( i love you. )

“not afraid of lightning?” yuuji dips his head to whisper, you groan into the fabric of his hoodie, and out of pure spite you pull hard on the drawstring and he chokes out a giggle. “look at my brave girl... so pretty.” his voice is muffled, and you release your grip on the twin strings.

“don't make fun of me—”

“m’not making fun of you, i swear!”

the soft rumble of thunder is near ominous, but you don't hear it, not over yuuji's sickeningly sweet songs that remind me of us playlist and his cackling in your ears.

he likes this, being the one you turn to.

he wonders what you might've looked like back when you were scared by yourself. and just as he wonders it he promises himself, that you'll never be scared without having him to run to.

“why're you afraid of lightning?” he asks, soft yet unsure. would you tell him everything that scares you if he asked? “told you, m'not afraid—”

“okay! why do you... not like lightning then?”

yuuji watches the way your brows furrow, the twist on your lips. i love when you think, he wants to say, but that would sound weird out loud wouldn't it?

“it can kill you, for one. plus, it comes with thunder and it makes this stupidly scary crackling noise—”

“i thought you said you weren't sca— okay, m'stopping, for real this time!”

there's another crackle and pop! of lightning, a drumroll of thunder, it's so sudden that your eyes squeeze shut immediately, but the rest of the noise comes muffled— the hum of bass in one of your ears louder now.

better? yuuji mouths to you, both of his palms cupped over your ears, blocking out most of the sound from reaching you.

you nod, and his heart flutters when you mouth back thankyou, i love you.

it takes yuuji a minute, just as the rain pours a little harder, his gaze fixed on yours before he lowers his head, tip of his nose tickling your own and mouths,

you're safe with me, i love you.

#📰 — archive #im. sighhhhhhh #and if i say he's literally my boyfriend????!#jujutsu kaisen #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #itadori x reader #yuuji itadori #itadori yuuji #yuji itadori #itadori yuji #yuuji x reader #yuji x reader

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azrielwingspan · 2 months

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'SOMEONE' (AZRIEL X READER)- PART 2

Summary: You are convinced that Azriel was the one to send the note. Anxious about facing him, you lose yourself in your head but strangely, things are turning out...weird.

Warnings: Mild swearing

A/N: Thankyou so much for the response on the first part you guys! It was supposed to be a one shot but due to popular demand, I wrote down a second. Not gonna lie, I'm a bit nervous about this because peer pressure haha. Really hope this meets expectations. Did my best to make it fun and playful.

Read Part-1 here.

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'It's hard not to pry when you're involved.' The words kept flitting through your mind , jumbling your thoughts and stirring up a butterfly party in your stomach.

You knew it was from Azriel. Who else could it be ? Not believing it at first, you tried to think of all other possibilities and came up with zero. No else could possibly know about it.

Except him.

After stewing upon the unexpected turn of events for a good couple of hours, you did something anyone else in your position would've done.

You tried to hide.

From a spymaster.

You were really setting standards in the department of intelligence.

It had all started when you were having lunch with Cass and Mor at the House of Wind. "How was your new book?" Mor asked stuffing herself with the mashed potato in front of her. "It was alright. It just felt a little flat." you stabbed at the piece of chicken on your plate.

"Why the gloomy face? Everything okay?" Cass looked at your face intently. You sat up a little straighter, forcing a small smile onto your face. "I'm great."

"Are you on something?" Your head shot towards Mor, a flabbergasted look on your face.

"What made you say that?"

"You've been acting weird since yesterday and just this morning you stared off into space with a stupid smile on your face. Now, you're gloomy. I've seen this before--"

"Oh for Mother's sake, I'm not on anything Mor." A choked laugh burst out of you at the incredulity of it.

"Is it because of the stable boy thing yesterday? Shit Y/N, we didn't know you still --"

You narrowed your eyes at Cass , daring him to finish that statement. He immediately backed off, putting up his hands in the air.

"Just a concerned friend." He said with a teasing smile.

"You guys are the worst." Soft laughter was shared between the three of you before disaster struck.

Footsteps echoed from the stairwell making your head whip towards it. Eyes widening a fraction, your brain was thrown into a whirlpool of thoughts , each one fighting for dominance over the other. You knew with absolute certainty that it was him. There was no one else in the house. You also knew the sound of his footsteps but that was a fact to be pondered upon on a different day.

Wait, he was a spymaster. Why was he making a sound in the first place?

He wants you to know. Doesn't want to catch you off guard. The still functioning part of your brain helps you out.

"Are you having a seizure?" Mor's voice registered in your head.

"No , but I might." you muttered under your breath, your body reacting before your mind could give it a command. Almost stumbling from your chair all the while trying to look as unbothered as possible, you excused yourself from the table mumbling a reason to your companions.

Exit points available. The stairwell. Your mind supplied. YOU CAN'T PASS BY HIM. DO BETTER.

The plant. - THE PLANT ?! What were you supposed to do ? Photosynthesize yourself ?!

Under the table.- Ah yes. Have a front row view to his crotch. Way to go.

Balcony.- We don't have WINGS! You screamed at yourself.

The door to your right.- Finally. A good option.

Your face must have exhibited a plethora of emotions during the internalized battle with yourself because Mor and Cass were staring at you like you had two heads.

"Y/N. Please sit down. Something is seriously wrong." Cass said rising from his chair.

"No. No. I just forgot to do something very very important. I'm going to be screwed. I just need to---"

"Have lunch. I'll help you out with whatever it is." The voice like night whispered over your skin setting off goosebumps in its wake. His scent enveloped you, taunting and teasing your senses. It almost seemed to whisper- Look at me.

So you did.

You had expected a smirk or a smile or even a twinkle in his eye. Nothing. No hint or trace of what had happened. No clue to suggest that he knew or that he was the one to send the note.

What if you were wrong? What if it wasn't him but someone else playing a joke on you?

"No it's alright. I..." You didn't get to finish the sentence as he pulled your chair back and motioned for you to sit down.

Sighing out loud you returned to your place at the table trying not to look at Azriel as he took the seat across. "What did you forget?" Cass was starting to sound suspicious. Racking your brain for a quick and believable answer, you blurted out "I have to respond to a letter. A very important one."

The double meaning of your reply hit you the moment it left your mouth. Your body betrayed you and turned your gaze towards Azriel.

Nothing. Blank as a slate.

Starting to grow frustrated, you stabbed into your chicken a little too enthusiastically.

"It's already dead." Azriel said dryly, not even bothering to look up from his food.

Mor let out a snort and thankfully started to recall a conversation she had with a friend of hers. You could feel the tension leave your body as the conversation and attention was steered away from you.

Get your shit together.

Fortunately, all of you were done eating not long after and everyone went back to their duties. Azriel hadn't said or done anything for the rest of the afternoon and you were seriously starting to doubt if you were wrong.

You made your way back to your room trying to make sense of your emotions along the way. There was a sense of relief that Azriel didn't know and yet it was tinged with the undertones of disappointment that he didn't know after all.

Did you want him to know or did you not?

You didn't know. UGH. Idiot.

Stepping into your room, you almost missed the note that caught under your foot.

Fuck. Another one.

Heart thudding painfully, you picked it up with trembling hands. It read:

Anyone is capable of falling in love with your heart. Me? I want to be the someone you give it to. -'Someone'

A/N: I did not intend to end it this way at all but here we areeee. Hope you guys enjoyed it !

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vesper-tinus · 5 months

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hiii hope you're doing great! could u pls write sth for Simon with fem reader?? anything domestic, soft and cute tnx sm your writing is beautiful🥰♥️

Hello! I'm doing alright, thank you! I hope you're doing well, too! I'm very busy these days, making it difficult to find time to write (maybe also due to Baldur's Gate 3, haha. I'm hooked). Somebody on Ao3 suggested an ice skating date, so I hope it fills out this criteria too!

𝐈𝐜𝐞 𝐒𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 Simon "Ghost" Riley x Female ! Reader

Summary: A date to the ice-rink with your hsuband. Keywords: Female ! Reader, ice skating cate, happy lovey dovey married couple things!. Wordcount: 1051

“No.”

“Please?” you ask again, the smile widening on your face, brightening your expression. “It’ll be fun!” you continue, gleefully dragging Simon along—your hand curled lovingly around his bicep. Just as he is about to tell you no again, you give his muscle a squeeze, and after a brief period of critical thinking, Simon sighs as he turns his attention from you.

“...alright.”

At the agreement, you all but shriek with glee, pulling him downwards to press a lingering kiss to his cheek. “It’ll be fun,” you repeat, “I promise! Thank you, thank you, thankyou—” You pull him along with a quicker pace, practically skipping, and even Simon can’t help but be amused at your open display of joy.

Happy wife, happy life, as they say, and Simon can’t help but agree. Can’t keep the missus unhappy now, can he?

As you walk, you attempt to quell any worries you might suspect him of listing in his mind. For all his stoicism, you know his mind is apt to create a million-and-one scenarios that could occur on an outing, with a million of them going wrong. “It’s a very low-key place,” you start, leaning closer to your husband, “my friend is actually co-owner of the ice-rink—along with her girlfriend.”

As you talk, Simon feels your intention, and lowers his arm to snake around your waist instead, giving a short hum of acknowledgement.

“Plus, I’ve asked what days and time-frames it’s less crowded, and today—right now—should be optimal!”

“You didn’t have to go through all that,” he responds halfheartedly, knowing well you did all this for him. “but I appreciate it, love.” The dulcet tone of his voice sends a pleasant warmth through you, and when you stop at a red light, he smoothly tilts your head upwards to share a kiss as you wait for the light to switch. “I’m a lucky husband,” he says against your lips, “to have a wife as thoughtful as you.”

There you both stand, happily sharing kisses as a small crowd passes by the two of you. He presses you closer, and now it’s you that feels lucky when his tongue seeks to deepen the kiss. When you part, you can do nothing but stare warm-faced as the light turns from a bright green to red. “We missed the light,” you note sheepishly, leaning against your husband still catching your breath.

“Doesn’t bother me much,” he says in turn, his faint smile widening slightly. “Leaves me more time to do this…” And once more, he leans down to catch your lips for a kiss, and you eagerly meet him halfway.

Eventually, with a few distractions, you do manage to reach the indoor ice rink.

As soon as you enter the building, you’re met with a chill temperature. Fresh and pleasant, and Simon even seems to welcome it.

You hear the echo of a child’s laughter, and the sound brings pleasant memories of younger days. You coax your husband further inside, passing a couple making their way out. They are slightly red-faced, most likely from the cold, but they look happy and exhausted, and it makes you excited for the things to come.

“Skates first,” you instruct, and Simon gladly lets you guide him around the premise. He has never told you this, but he loves it when you take charge in areas he is unfamiliar with. You’re always physically connected to him—be it by holding hands or taking him by the arm. Leaning against him so he can feel your soothing presence.

You explain things as you walk, and he enjoys hearing it all. ‘Benches for tying our skates’, ‘there’s a café behind those curtains, they make the best hot chocolate’, ‘I feel flat on my face right over there when I was young...’.

Your friend greets you happily from behind the counter, fishing out a pair of skates for each of you. The two of you catch up, making small talk as Simon stands silently beside you, his hand resting comfortably on your lower back. Your friend wishes you a fun time, waving you off as you, once more, guide him along. “We were neighbours as kids,” you explain as you settle on a bench, “even back then she was skating—always dragging me with her.”

You tie your own figure skates first before offering to do his, only to find that he has already tied them with efficiency. Army training, of course.

Before you even have to time to comment on it, he's already shifting one of your legs over his lap.

"Simon?" you ask, watching him untie your skate, only to re-tie it again. Much better than what you did, you note. Tighter, more secure. When you thank him, his thumb is tracing circles against your clothed, lower calf.

"Can't have my wife slippin' on the ice, now can I?"

Your excitement is evident as you carefully make your way towards the ice. You’re no professional, perhaps even a bit rusty, but you’re confident that whatever skill you might’ve had will come back after a few minutes.

From an outside perspective, he would appear casual, perhaps even disinterested, but you know when he’s hesitant. You notice when he’s uncertain, when his jaw is subtly clenched. Perhaps he would’ve been more comfortable in hockey skates, and you make sure he knows the offer to switch stands.

“Almost there, sweetheart,” you say with encouragement, beaming a smile over your shoulder.

The ice welcomes you like an old friend.

You smoothly turn to face Simon, hands outstretched for him to take.

“What we don’t do for love,” he says dramatically, causing you to roll your eyes with mirth. But he takes your outstretched hands in his own to meet you on the ice. Dare you say, perhaps even with a bit of confidence? He pulls you to him, and there you stand, chest to chest.

“Why, hello,” you coo at him, head tilting to lure him in for a kiss. “Fancy meeting you here.”

Simon takes the bait hook, line, and sinker, warming your lips as you share a kiss. You continue this exchange of brief kisses and embraces as you skate, like a reward for his progress. A carrot on a stick. It doesn’t take long for him to get the hang of it, though he is never completely comfortable either. He hates the drifting, and readily sass you when the opportunity arises.

Together, you glide across the ice. Encouraging each other through competitiveness and love.

Your laughter echoes throughout the, now empty, rink, and Simon can’t help but feel awe-struck by the beauty of your enjoyment. To have you willingly share this side of you, one so eager and excited, with him is… humbling. He matches your efforts in earnest whenever you pick up the pace, and whenever he finds it difficult to brake, you’re right there to slow him down. Time passes in the blink of an eye, and only when you pause to catch your breath do you feel the tiredness in your calves and the cold on your face. Perhaps it’s time to call it quits.

You wave at Simon, gesturing for him to rendezvous in the middle.

“Thank you,” you say as you skate into his waiting arms.

He catches you readily, even if you cause him to slowly drift backwards. He arches a brow, awaiting a continuation.

“For joining me, I mean. I… had a lot of fun, Simon.” You pause, draping your arms over his shoulders, your smile softening. “It means a lot to me that you were willing to try.” Your husband’s stubbornness is legendary—both a help and a hindrance, yet he finds it increasingly difficult to say no to you. Though, you know when not to press a suggestion, and he appreciates your willingness to compromise.

“And you mean a lot to me, love.” He kisses you, leaning down to kiss your jaw next. His nose is cold, and it sends shivers down your spine. “Wasn’t as bad as I thought it’d be” Which is Simon’s way of saying he had fun.

“All’s well that ends well,” you agree, preening at his enjoyment of your shared activity. “Let’s head home to warm up?”

He hums in quiet agreement, letting you guide him by the hand as you skate towards the rink’s edge.

Wherever you go, he will readily follow.

Wherever you are, he will meet you halfway.

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost #ghost cod #cod #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw22 #x reader #reader #fanfiction

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ineedmorefanfics2 · 2 years

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can i please get prompt number 8 with derek hale?

thankyou so much 🫶🏼 #followercelebration

Heads up! This fanfic was edited after posting!

8. “I want to go home to my wife.”

Warnings: Angst, Blood (Happy Ending)

A/N: So this was SUPPOSED to be done a couple of days ago, but I didn’t like it and I redid it like 7 times lol. Also Derek is based off of season 6 Derek if that makes sense? Anyways, thank you so much for the request and I really do hope you like it!

Derek hissed, stumbling over his own two feet as he trudged up the path to Scott McCall’s front door.

The bullet wound in his chest was leaking yellow smoke, and every movement felt like agony.

“Scott!” He called, throat raspy. “Scott!?”

Derek’s breathing became heavy, the wound hot and throbbing. He could feel the wolfsbane flowing through his veins, like gasoline that had been lit aflame.

His head swam and his vision blurred, his brain a scramble. His mind had been on autopilot since he came to on the cold forest floor. He had woken up covered in blood, with scorching pain enveloping his body and no recollection of what happened. Adrenaline forced him to stumble his way to the closest friend for help, nose catching the closest scent.

Derek’s thoughts drifted to you, eyebrows furrowing in worry. Where are you? Were you with him when he was shot? Are you safe and sound at home? He shivered at the thought of you being hurt, or worse.

He needs to find you, he needs to make sure you’re okay.

Derek turns to leave but looses his footing, losing his balance as he practically falls into Scott’s front door, a loud bang echoing throughout the dark neighborhood as his body collided with the white painted mahogany.

The door opened, Derek slumping inside as Melissa let out a startled shriek. “Derek!?”

She bent over, a gasp leaving her. “Scott! Scott get down here!” She grabbed the lapels of Derek’s jacket, doing her best to drag him inside as footsteps pounded down the stairs.

“What’s going on? What’s wrong?” Scott asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“He’s hurt, help me get him on the couch.” Melissa spoke, grabbing ahold of Derek’s arms.

Scott ran over, grabbing ahold of his legs as the two lifted him onto the couch.

“Derek? Derek can you hear me?” Melissa asked, shaking him gently.

Derek blinked, wincing in pain and grasping his head. “Y/N?”.

“No Derek, it’s Melissa and Scott. Can you hear me? I need you to tell me what’s wrong.”

Derek shook his head, sweat soaking his brow as he frowned. He sniffed the air, searching for any sign of you. His mind was consumed with the thought of you, unaware of his surroundings. “Where’s Y/N? Where’s my wife?”

Scott looked at his mother before turning towards Derek. “Derek, I don’t know.”

Derek tried sitting up, crying out in pain as he moved. “Where am I? I have to…” He trailed off.

“He’s disoriented.” Melissa noted. “Something is definitely wrong.”

“I want to… I want to go home to my wife.” Derek demanded. “I need to go home to my wife.” He tried to get up but Melissa was quick to push him down.

“Derek you’re not going anywhere until we figure out what’s wrong. I don’t think you understand what you’re saying right now. Do you know where you are? Can you understand me?”

Derek let out a growl, trying to push her away to no avail. He shook his head in an attempt to clear it, but before he knew it his eyes were closing and he passed out.

“Derek!?” Melissa yelled frantically, fingers finding his pulse point. “He’s got a pulse but it’s slowing.”

“He’s bleeding.” Scott pointed, gesturing to the blood barely visible from behind Derek’s leather jacket.

“Scott, go grab the first aid kit.” Scott ran off as Melissa gently pulled Derek’s jacket off. Without the black leather in the way, she could see the large blood stain spreading through his white t-shirt.

Scott handed her the first aid kit and she was quick to grab a pair of scissors, cutting Derek’s shirt and peeling it away from his skin.

She gasped at the yellow oozing wound. “Please tell me you know why it’s doing that.” She turned towards Scott who nodded his head.

“It’s yellow wolfsbane, we have to burn it out.”

“There’s a small torch in the junk draw.” She pointed and Scott was quick to grab it.

“I’m going to need you to hold him down.” She warned.

Scott nodded, grabbing ahold of Derek’s shoulders. “Ready.” He spoke.

“Here we go.” Melissa turned on the torch, taking a deep breath before holding it above Derek’s wound.

Derek woke with a start, his face morphing as he let out a pained roar that practically shook the house. He knocked Scott away from him, squirming as he tried to get away from the hot flame.

“Hold him!” Melissa yelled. Scott pushed Derek down once more using all of his strength, preventing the older wolf from thrashing as Melissa continued to burn the wolfsbane.

Derek slumped as Melissa finally pulled away, eyes blinking sluggishly as he panted.

He took a minute to get his bearings before letting Scott help him sit up.

“What happened?” Scott asked.

Derek’s mind cleared as the pain faded, his healing abilities kicking in now that his wound was free of poison. Memories flooded him and he took a minute to adjust before he spoke. “Hunters happened.” Derek responded. “I need to find Y/N,” He groaned as he stood. “I need to find her now.”

“Slow down.” Melissa chastised. “You almost died less than two minutes ago, you’re not fit to be going anywhere in the condition you’re in.”

“I need to find her, you don’t understand.”

“Why don’t you explain what happened?” Scott suggested. “I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s going on.”

Derek sighed, glancing at the front door before he nodded. “Y/N and I were looking for a rogue omega near the high school when a group of hunters showed up.” He paused, scowling at the ground. “They blinded sided us. I didn’t smell them, I didn’t hear them, nothing. It’s like they came out of nowhere.”

“I didn’t know what was happening until they shot me.” He winced. “I told Y/N to run but she didn’t listen.” Derek paused, eyebrows furrowing as he tried to remember.

“She grabbed onto me and was practically dragging me with her. I remember falling and somebody was screaming and then I blacked out. When I came to I guess I came here.” Derek finished.

“I’ll call the pack. We’ll find her Derek.” Scott assured, putting his hand on Derek’s shoulder for comfort.

“No need to.” A voice spoke, causing the three to look up. You stood at the front door, Malia and Stiles behind you.

“Y/N.” Derek sighed. You were covered in dirt and blood, t-shirt ripped and leaves tangled in your hair.

“You’re okay.” You cried, making your way to him, hands wrapping around his shoulders as you squeezed him.

He squeezed you back just as tight, ignoring the slight pain in his chest as he gave you a soft kiss on the forehead. “I was so worried about you.”

“Me? You were the one bleeding out. I left you for two seconds and you were gone. I thought…” You trailed off, breath trembling slightly.

“I’m okay.” He assured. “We’re both okay.”

You nodded, giving him one last squeeze before gently pulling away.

“What happened out there? How’d you get away?” Derek asked, hand going to your cheek as he looked you over once more.

“It wasn’t easy. Those hunters were unlike any we’ve been against before. They were smart, covered their scents and their tracks. Barely made a noise either. It was thanks to them I got out of there alive.” You said, gesturing to Malia and Stiles. “If they hadn’t come to back me up I don’t think I would’ve made it.”

“Where are they now?” Scott asked.

“Down at the station. I called my dad and he brought some back up. Cops came just in time to see those assholes shoot at us. A bunch of adults shooting at high school kids? Yeah, they’re not getting out of jail anytime soon.” Stiles said smugly.

“We had just started to track down Derek when we heard his yell. We came over right away.” Malia added.

“Are you okay?” Melissa asked, eyes falling to the bullet holes in your shirt.

You smiled softly at her worried expression, lifting your shirt up. “All healed. They only had one wolfsbane bullet, which I assume was for the omega. They were stupid to use it on Derek.” You practically growled before taking a calming breath. “Thank you by the way, if you and Scott hadn’t been there to save him I…I don’t know what I’d do.”

“Of course, I’m a nurse it’s my job. Not to mention you’re both like family. It’s the least I could do.” Melissa nodded, squeezing your hand reassuringly.

“Definitely not the first time Scott’s saved my ass from a wolfsbane bullet. Remember?” Derek asked, nudging Scott who let out a laugh at the memory.

Stiles let out a gag. “Oh god, don’t remind me. I still can’t get over that bone saw. I can’t believe you wanted me to cut off your arm.” He shuddered.

“I don’t even want to to know.” Melissa sighed.

“I’d like to know.” Malia spoke, causing the group to laugh.

“Did you end up finding the omega?” Melissa asked once everyone settled.

You and Derek shook your heads. “Didn’t have time to. We’ll start a new search tomorrow. I think it’d be better if we got some rest first, especially you.” You stated, nudging Derek in his side.

“We’ll come with you.” Scott said. “So hopefully next time you won’t show up dying at my door at two in the morning.”

“Yeah, I’d like to avoid that.” Derek nodded.

“Why don’t you all stay here tonight?” Melissa voiced. “It’ll make me feel a lot better.”

“I call Scott’s bed!” Stiles cried, racing up the stairs with a protesting Scott at his heels.

“I want the floor!” Malia yelled, chasing after the two.

Melissa laughed at their antics before turning towards you and Derek. “The couch is a pullout, blankets and extra pillows are in the draw underneath the tv. Eat anything you’d like, I have to go grocery shopping anyways.”

You hugged her gently. “Thank you, Mrs. McCall.”

“Please, call me Melissa. And seriously, anytime.” She smiled, bidding goodnight before she made her way up to her room.

Derek grabbed the blankets and pillows while you pulled out the couch. Scott came back down with a change of clothes for both you and Derek, courtesy of him and his mom.

It wasn’t long before the two of you were settling into bed, Derek’s head on your chest with his arm around your waist and your fingers combing through his hair.

“I meant it you know.” You spoke, voice barely a whisper. “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you, Derek.”

He lifted his head, eyes meeting yours. “You will never lose me.” He grabbed your hand, thumb brushing over the two rings that sat on your ring finger. “For better or worse, in sickness and in health. I am with you forever.”

“Is that what I signed up for?” You teased, letting out a soft laugh as Derek rolled his eyes with a grumble.

You smiled softly at him, heart beating loudly in your chest. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He replied, the arm around your waist tightening ever so slightly.

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gemstone-roses · 1 year

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hiii saw you wanted hurt/comfort so, how about hannibal one based off “you’re always helping others. let me help you.” ?? i think it could work for hurt/comfort :)

hey! Okay I love this idea!!! As someone who regularly goes out of my way to help someone out putting myself on the back-burner I love the idea of hannibal taking care of you instead.

Who takes care of you?

Summary: what it says above. Hurt/comfort, gender neutral reader, bit of angst, minors be gone.

A:N- hi I'm so sorry this took so long! Hope you enjoy! Likes and reblogs are much appreciated 🥹, requests are open!

Hannibal smiles as he hears your voice echo through the corridors, your asking the team if they want anything from the coffee stand down the road, it's been a tough few days for everyone.

"Would you like anything, doctor"? You smile at him, and he ducks his head slightly,

"I've told you, please call me hannibal, and no thankyou I'm fine" he smiles.

"Are you sure? It's been a rough few days, nothing at all?" You ask

Hannibal smiles, but this time its slightly reserved. You are always going above and beyond for everyone. But hannibal can sense that the past few days have taken an extra toll on you.

Not that you would ever say anything though, but making sure everyone else was doing okay occupied your mind.

"If you change your mind, just text me" you smile.

You return a bit later,handing hannibal a bag of pastries you knew he liked despite not asking for them.

"I know you said you didn't want anything but I got these anyway because I know you love them" you say,

"Did you drink your coffee on the way back?" He asks

"No! I couldn't carry everything with mine so I didn't get one, I'll just grab something later" you say, not really bothered.

Having had a few developments in the case while you were out you got straight back to work.

You worked closely with hannibal, like him, you weren't an agent, you worked with victims and their families, so hannibal got to see how much you really did try and do as much as you could, and more, for others. Hannibal was always warmed by your desire to help others, It didn't take him long to realise that you had a habit of putting yourself second though.

It's way past home time, even will has gone home, but the light is still on in the little lecture hall, hannibal frowns as he here's you sniffle from inside.

"Y/n?" He asks softly

He hears you take a deep breath in before answering

"Hey!" You say, failing to hide the crack in your voice.

hannibal makes his way into the hall, seeing your figure sat halfway up the benches.

"Are you okay?" He asks, making his way up the steps to reach you, as he gets closer, he sees your shaking slightly.

"Y-yeah" you say, trying to get control of your wavering voice.

"Your shaking my love" hannibal says, crouching down in front of you.

Hannibal takes your hand, gives it a comforting squeeze, you shut your eyes, tears running down your face.

"Hey" he says softly, reaching up to tilt your chin, he wipes at your tears gently.

"It's okay" he says soothingly. Hannibal stands up and wraps his arms around you.

He holds you tight while his hand strokes your back, your still shaking, overwhelmed by the past few days, and hannibal just pulls you into him more.

"I got you" he whispers.

He holds you until he feels you pull away

"Come on, I'll cook you something" he smiles at you.

"No that's okay, you don't have to do-

Hannibal raises his eyebrows

"Im not asking" he says, a bit firmly.

"But- you try to protest

"Y/n, all week I have seen you put yourself second while you did everything and anything for the people around you, please, let me take care of you". He smiles as he places a small kiss to the top of your head.

Hannibal places his arm around you while you walk to his car, you relax slightly, coming to terms with the idea of someone taking care of you.

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namjooningelsewhere · 2 years

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War Of The Hearts: #6

✽Pairing - OT7 x reader (DJ) and OT7 x Lily

✽Word Count - 6k

✽Ratings - 18+

✽Genre(s) - Mafia Au, Angst , Fluff, mentions of smut.

✽Trigger Warnings - Mentions of Death, Mentions of Trauma , minor alcohol consumption, mentions of torture and shootouts and mentions of bloodshed, Mentions of Drugs, Attempted Murder, A little manipulative behavior, A shootout, a lot of cursing.

This chapter contains talks of self harm, please please do not engage with it if it triggers you.

✽Summary - You’ve been lurking in the shadows, protecting the seven of Bangtan even if it means you must give your own life. After all, that’s what you do when you are in love with someone irrevocably. That pain seems to be minuscule in light of their safety. But it was never about you, for all you are is a speck of dust in the universe they have created for them and their girlfriend. Your heart’s at war, but it’s fine, you can smile through the pain as long as it means they smile- for her.

✽A/N : Forgive me for updating so late, Waring: This chapter may seem fast paced and may raise questions but the next update will answer all of them i promise. Hope you enjoy it:)Please please do let me know what you think about it, Your comments and asks literally mean the world to me. Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist.

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You shut the window tight with your bleeding hands. The red visible on the pristine white window sill. You take a look at your blood-covered hands. The cuts didn't look deep, but they definitely hurt like a. You had these cuts in worse places and somehow you were used to getting hurt, getting shot. But you could never get used to the pain that came along with it.

You stand in front of the closed window, looking at the darkness. You had no idea who that person was, where he came from and what business he had to do with you. But you were sure you would find out. One way or another.

The echoes keep getting louder and you quickly rush to the bathroom to wash up the wound and dress it up.

"Son of a bitch" loud curses leave your mouth when the cold water hits the cut and the red decorates the white of the sink.

"Are you in there?" You freeze when you hear Namjoon's voice and the knocks on the door keep getting louder.

"Be out in a minute." You yell at the sound of the water. You quickly disinfect the wound and dress it up in a minimal way, which won't be visible much. You quickly pick an oversized hoodie. big enough to have sweater paws. In no way were you going to let the seven men see the wounds. That would open another can of worms, and right now you had no mental or physical strength to deal with any of those.

You quickly sprint to the door and the moment you open the door. Two large arms engulf you in a hug, making you lose your balance. The rest of the boys step inside the room and finally give you an idea of whose arms you were in.

"Thank you, Thankyou so much DJ. You have no idea how much I owe you." You wipe the tears on Namjoon's face, and he just smiles at you with watery eyes and his dimpled smile. There was a pure look of despair on his face, and that was something you rarely saw. You knew Namjoon all these years. But never once had you seen him cry, or any other expression on his face other than the stoicness that took a permanent residence over his features.

"Namjoon you owe me nothing, I did what I wanted."

"You know the day when you first saved us eight years ago, That was the day when I felt I was going to lose everyone I love. I would have lost them, Died myself too. But it was because of you, I did not have to deal with that fear."

"As if I would let you die." You realize it a second later about what you said when you hear a giggle from Jimin, who was crying along with Namjoon. You sheepishly look away. There was no way you could have taken it back too. Not that you wanted to.

"Why are you like this?" Taehyung quickly snatches you from Namjoon and hugs you even tighter. You smile when you feel the warmth of his body. His chin resting on top of your head.

One by one you passed around the boys like a doll. Who took turns hugging you and thanking you. You made sure to not let the wounds be visible. You winced when someone tried to hold your hands in theirs. But you could take it.

The seven men who stood in front of you weren't any rich mafia bosses. They were just seven men who were thankful to you for saving their lives. The eyes that once held Anger, Resentment, Pity, and duty towards you. Now had something different in them. Though you still couldn't put a finger on it. But you were happy with whatever it was now.

You didn't have much to say about Bangtan. You did what you did because you loved them and you had no intentions of expecting anything in return either.

"Let's get going, It's late enough already." Everyone nodded at Jin's voice, and the men started following suit after he made an exit out of your room. You walked with the men downstairs, ready to bid the men goodbye for the night. You have a lot to figure out yet. But you have a lot of time now. Jeh was safe in Malaga. You were back in your home and the rest would fall into place soon.

"Good night you guys, Take care." The rest of the guys stopped in the tracks and turned to look at you with confused looks on their faces, which in turn put the same expression on your face too.

"What do you mean Good night guys? You're coming with us." Yoongi spoke up and the rest of the guys agreed with him.

"That's fine though, I can stay back here. I'm perfectly healthy now." You tried to make an argument, but it died down as soon as Hoseok put up a stern expression on his face. , that guy had the prettiest smile and the most dangerous eyes, too, when he was mad.

"I didn't even pack–

"You meant this?" Jungkook stood behind you with two suitcases in each of his hands with a smirk on his face.

"Perfect. You already have stuff at the house, Now you have enough to last you a couple of months."

"A couple of months?" Your eyes widened at Jimin's statement. What did he mean by a couple of months? You in Bangtan House for a couple of months? Like hell you would.

"Yup. Now get going, woman. Lily must be waiting."

"I know Lily wants me to stay there but i'll talk to her, You guys don't have to worry about it." Namjoon took long strides towards you, and held your hands. The pain immediately shoots to your brain, considering the force he held them with.

"We're not taking you home because Lily wants it, We're taking you home because we want to. I admit we took you home because she wanted to initially but now we really want you to live with us." You had no arguments left to counter anymore. The equation that you and Bangtan shared had always been like this. Inexplicable.

"I agree with that, Now let's go home please." Yoongi quoted, and the man literally walked up to Jungkook and took a bag from his hand and walked straight towards the front door. Bag in one hand and the other hand tucked in his jeans pocket. leaving seven confused people behind. There was no human who could match Yoongi's swag.

Everyone left one by one after Yoo ngi's exit and you had no other option than to follow the seven men. See, you were no weak, but regarding these seven humans, there was a glitch. No matter how hard you tried, or how hard or unreasonable the request was, if they wished for it, they could have it.

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"Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.." The moment you entered the house of Bangtan, the living tornado threw her arms around you like she had met you after ages. Although it was just in the morning she had seen you.

"Hi." Lily threw her arms around your shoulders and you sighed. You could never get used to the amount of skinship this woman was into.

"I ordered take out, Lets eat. I'm super hungry."

"Fine, you big baby." Namjoon chuckled as he ruffled Lily's hair, and she beamed just like a kid who got what she wanted.

The changes that had been happening in Bangtan House somewhat scared you. Because they kept changing at such a fast pace. You were worried about just one thing, though. Faster the pace, greater the collision.

The dinner went by pretty smoothly. There were no more discussions or any apologies. Just a normal dinner in comfortable silence. The way Lily kept glancing at you and smiling, gave you a different vibe, but you just left it to another day. You had enough for today. This could be decoded for another day. All you want now. Was some peaceful sleep.

"Hyung, we need to talk.." Everyone looked up at Jimin, who was elbowing Jungkook.

"Yeah, What is it?"

"It's work related. Can we talk to you all in Namjoon Hyungs study?"

"Work related? What is it that I don't know?"

"Hyung, Just come already." Jungkook whined, and Namjoon nodded his head. Jin and Hoseok quickly helped clear the table. Lily dragged you upstairs.

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You carefully clean the wounds again, taking your time since the last time you did. You had seven men on the opposite side of the door. You contemplated telling them, but the questions that they would fire at you were going to be intense and somehow you were not ready for that.

The loud knock on the door startles you yet again. You quickly wear your hoodie and rush to open the door. Lily stood on the opposite side, smiling like she always did and with her blanket in her hand.

"Am I late?"

"Late for what?"

"Is tae here already?"

"No he's not.--- Lily doesn't let you finish as she immediately pushes you aside and quickly claims her side of the bed. She motions you to sit beside her and you agree with a sigh. There was no way this woman would listen to you. And over time you have learned to deal with this ball of energy called Lily. You sit beside her, and she scoots closer.

"Can I sleep here tonight?"

"Don't you think it's a little late for that? You literally picked your side." Lily giggles as you roll your eyes. You quickly make yourself comfortable on the other side and turn off the lights.

"Lily, if Tae's gonna sleep here too, Make sure you guys don't do anything funny."

"Now that you think of it, It could be a threesome." Your eyes widen in horror at Lily's word. You took a chance by warning her to not have sex with Tae when you were sleeping right next to you. You had to save yourself from that horror.

"Lily, I swear to —-

"Relax DJ, I'll just ask Tae to sleep in his room tonight. Why does he only get a chance to sleep with you? I also want to sleep with you." You choked on air on the way Lily framed the sentence. Trust this woman to make you awkward and shocked at the same time.

"Lily—-

"Relax, I'm just kidding."

"Why are you like this?"

"I have no clue."

"You're insufferable."

"Nope, Wonderful is the word you're looking for."

"Lily–

"DJ"

"Jokes apart, Can I ask you something?"

"Shoot." You felt Lily face you, and although there was only dim moonlight lighting up the room. You could clearly feel the smile on her face die down. You had a feeling she knew what you wanted to ask.

"Why did you let me be a part of your lives?"

"Does there have to be a reason?"

"Ofcourse, There no actions without reasons. There has to be something."

"DJ you need to relax, Isn't it a good thing that right now all nine of us are together? Aren't these people lucky that they have two wonderful women who love them so much?"

"That wasnt the answer i was looking for."

"Stop looking for answers and stop questioning good things. You got the men you love. Be Happy. And I get to have a wonderful girlfriend like you."

"You never think before you speak, do you?"

"Dj, My love, that's the beauty of it."

"Beauty of giving me almost heart attacks?"

"Look at the brighter side DJ."

"You're insufferable Lily."

"Wonderful."

"Whatever."

"DJ Who did this?" You froze the moment Lily grabbed your hands and gently ran her thumb into your palm. You tried to pull your hand away from her, but the more you tried to pull it, the more she held it. Thank God for the dim lights. Or else you would have had a hard time looking at her.

"I got hurt–

"Like this?"

"Lily—

"Dont lie DJ, I may not be as dangerous as you guys are, But i definitely know the difference between a scar when it happened accidentally and made on purpose."

"Lily—

"Who did it?"

"I have no idea." The idea of finally speaking about this loud gave you a sense of relief, and there was no one who you at the moment could have spoken to. The guys were out of the question. Marco would take the next flight back. You were on your own and that was always the best.

"Do the guys know?"

"No. And I'm not telling them either." Lily locked her hands with yours. You let out a wince, but Lily firmly held your hand. And as always, you gave up the idea. This woman was stubborn on another level.

"Okay."

"Lily, Promise me you won't tell them either."

"On one condition."

"What?"

"You will let me help you find the person and get to the root of this." You let out a laugh after hearing her statement. Not that you thought she was weak or something, but because of the tone she used. You were pretty sure she was pouting like a kid.

"How will you help me?"

"Huh, Don't underestimate me DJ. I have been the girlfriend of these bangtan men for a long time now. I know a trick or two."

"Interesting."

"Are you going to kill the man who did this to you?"

"What do you think?"

"I have a request. Promise me first you will oblige."

"Depends on the request." Lily immediately sat up straight and pulled you along with her. She quickly switched the light on, confusing you as to what exactly this request was.

"Promise me."

"First tell me, Do you promise?"

"Alright, fine."

"I want to kill that man who did this to you." Your eyes widened in shock after listening to her request. This woman had such weird requests and wishes that sometimes you doubted how the wiring of her brain was.

"No, Not happening."

"You promised DJ no backing out. Mafia women don't go back on their words."

"I don't know about the others, But im letting you nowhere near a gun."

"Awww you're worried for me?"

"Why do you have such weird requests? You wanted to watch me kill someone earlier. Now you want to kill someone?"

"Don't remind me, I swear you must be the hottest thing when you kill someone."

"Oh my god! You're—

"Agree already."

"No."

"You promised me you won't deny one request."

"Ask for something else then."

"Okay, Then let's have a three some with one of the guys." You choked for the second time. Lily was trying super hard to hold back her laughter. You quickly switched the lights off and took the blanket over your head.

"How do you wanna kill him? Stab him or shoot him?"

"That's my girl."

"You're insufferable."

"Huh, Correction. Wonderful."

Lily quickly scoots besides you and slips her hand on your tummy, making soothing circles on it. You give up the idea of asking her to shift considering she won't budge either ways. You close your eyes and let out a deep breath. Lily takes her hand from your tummy to your head and pats your head, gently trying to lull you into a peaceful slumber.

"Goodnight my love, Have the sweetest dreams."

"Good night lily."

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Lily kept staring at the ceiling, restlessness running through her veins. One thing, one thing was what she was supposed to do. But it seemed like her luck loved playing hide and seek with her.

No matter how many times she tried running away from her past. It came back in one way or the other. She ran from it as far as she could. Only to fall head-first into it again. This time there were a lot of things on the line. Lives of the people she loved and lives of the people that she could not save. To things that she was doing for love. And the things that she was planning to do for love were scary at the best.

Her life took a 360 degree turn the moment flight LT-089 landed in Seoul, South Korea. She would have never guessed she'd have to face the dead skeletons in her closet once again.

The buzz of her phone interrupted her restless train of thoughts. The name flashing on the screen generated sweat on her forehead. Lily quickly made sure that you were fast asleep by flashing the phone on your face. Once sure, she tiptoed to the bathroom.

"What part of don't call me, I will call you when i can you don't understand?" The person on the other end broke out in laughter and a tear skipped her eyes.

"I'm doing what you said, Isn't that enough?" Lily hung up the phone after giving an excuse that the others were coming back. That only postponed the threat. She had gotten into a predicament all because she couldn't make some decisions in the past, and now those unmade decisions came to haunt her years later.

You were still fast asleep when she crept back into the covers, heaving a sigh of relief. Lily closed her eyes awaiting for sleep to engulf her so that her worries would disappear in the dead of the night.

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"What is it Jungkookah?" Namjoon asked Jungkook, who was busy fidgeting with Jimin. It looked like the two were debating on something.

"Hyung,

"You think?" Jimin raised an eyebrow at Jungkook, who just scowled in return.

"We think, By we I mean Jimin and I think someone is after DJ." Loud gasps were heard from the remaining five who were seated around the room. The five men remain stunned at the revelation, with a thousand questions brewing in their minds.

"And how did you come to his conclusion?" Namjoon asked his leader to be activated. While the others listened.

"Jimin noticed blood stains on her window and it looked like the stains were made just a few minutes ago, And then i saw some kind of cut on her palm when we were leaving her house."

"Are you sure? There could be another explanation to this?" Taehyung asked, Jungkook shrugged his shoulders and Jimin looked like he got confused about it too.

"The only other explanation that fits here other than someone being after her, is if she self harms." Namjoon shook his head furiously at Yoongi's statement. He knew the fierce woman DJ was. She wouldn't harm herself. His gut kept telling him. There was more to this.

"Maybe that is the case? You know Marco took Jeh away today and he said some pretty mean things to her." Jin added, But still this didn't make sense to Namjoon. The gears in his head were turning furiously, but he couldnt point to one thing that could be fit here.

"That may be the case, But it doesn't add up with the blood stains on the window." Namjoon spoke up finally, and the rest of them nodded. He did have a valid point, though.

"Why would she close the window after she cut herself?"

"Excuse me, I'll be right back." Hoseok excused himself and before anyone could say anything he was out of the room in a jiffy.

"Where the fuck did he go?" Jungkook looked at the now-shut door in confusion. Unable to fathom why his hyung suddenly walked out.

"Let him, He will be back. This isn't adding up." Namjoon sighed in exasperation. What in fresh hell was this. ck. This isn't adding up." Namjoon sighed in exasperation.

"Hyung im telling you something is wrong. I have a feeling–

"She didn't do that herself, Someone did that to her." Hoseok's voice stunned everyone. He walked confidently back to his place and took his seat. The others looked at him, bewildered.

"And how did you know?" Namjoon asked, his curiosity spiking up at the speed of lightning. Hoseok calmly got up from his seat and went to Namjoon's side and took a pen from his pen holder. While the others gathered around the table to see the explanation he had to give.

"See, When we harm ourselves the cut that we make on our skin always starts upwards and it's deep on the upper side." Hoseok demonstrated the same on Namjoon's hand with the pen, and the rest of them concentrated on it like it was a lesson

"But when someone else does it, They start from the opposite end. So it's deeper on the down side. And the cuts on her hands are deep where they end, Not where they begin." Hoseok did the same thing, but in an opposite way, then the room was filled with gasps again. He was spot on.

"That's genius hyung." Taehyung's eyes sparkled as he looked at the older man in admiration. Everyone was speechless and gave his bang on explanation.

"She showed you that so easily?" Yoongi asked with a smirk decorating his face. Hoseok just shrugged.

"She was sleeping, I didn't ask."

"Thought so."

"Hyung that's not right." Taehyung complained, and Hoseok looked at him incredulously.

"Someone tried to hurt her and you think I should have asked for her permission? You're better than that Tae." Taehyung quickly scowled, but agreed silently to his hyung statement. If someone tries to hurt you, they should definitely pay for it.

"True that."

"Where should we start?"

"Let's start from her house, I'm sure she has CCTV installed on her main gate. Let's check that." Hoseok added.

"I don't think that's going to work, There was no one when we came. What makes you think that person is going to be dumb enough to leave any evidence?" Everyone agreed with Namjoon's theory. Looking at the situation, there was a very slim chance that there would be any kind of evidence.

"Let's give it a try at least."

"Jin hyung is right, What if we are lucky and we end up finding something?"

"We are already lucky enough Kookah, But i'd be down to try as well." Jungkook gave Yoongi a hi-five and the latter smiled at the enthusiastic young boy.

"Okay then, Taehyung see if you can hack into her house cameras."

Taehyung immediately fetched his laptop and it didn't take long enough for him to work his magic on it.

"Shit they have been shut for a lot of days. The last footage we have here is fifteen days old." The little hope that everyone had quickly deflated the way it came and that brought the men to a dead end just like before.

The guys sat around the table as puzzled as before, There were no clues and none of them were sure if you were going to even answer their questions. Things had been already complicated since the beginning,

"Wait a minute, I'm sure the other houses must have some kind of surveillance around. It's the upscale area after all." Jin's words piqued everyone's interest, and Taehyung immediately got to work with his tongue poking out just a little. That one thing that gave away his full concentration mode.

"Holy fucking shit." Taehyung's eyebrows shot up the moment he saw the black figure jumping right out. The house had a camera fitted on the gate which gave a slightly distant view of your main gate, and that was enough to give a clue.

"The images are a little distorted, But yeah looks like a guy. Cant see his face though. Fucker's wearing a hoodie."

The guys played the footage back and forth, but there was nothing else they could identify about the intruder.

"Guys, let's get some sleep. Let's start this fresh again tomorrow." Namjoon got up from his seat and the rest followed suit. They had a long day too, and this required all of their concentration and priority.

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You remained in bed for most of the part of the morning and thankfully none of the guys or Lily woke you up. You heard the buzz of the phone on the side table and saw Chong bin's number flashing on it. You picked up the phone and before you could speak anything, Chong bin's cries of help made your blood run cold.

"Chongbin, Are you okay?"

"DJ, My friend. Your man isn't okay. And he is not going to be okay anytime soon. Say your goodbyes to him." The man on the opposite side doesn't give you a chance to speak. You hear gunshots and the dead silence engulfs both the ends of the phone.

"I swear to god, I will kill you. Don't you let yourself get caught." The man on the other end laughs evilly as you clutch the phone tightly in your hand.

"We will see about that DJ, We will see. And no don't you think this is the end." The line drops dead and you flume with anger. The man sounded much like the man who was at your house yesterday, and that evil laugh was wired deeply in your brain. The laugh that mocked you to no end. The laugh that had you doing things you could never imagine. You had to literally send away your best friend and you couldn't be there for him. And now it was Chongbin. One of your most trusted men. You were definitely going to drag him to hell and back once you had your hands on him.

You quickly push the blankets aside and grab your car keys and rush out of the main door. Leaving a startled Lily right beside the door.

"Where are you going?" Lily grabs you by the arms but you quickly brush it away. You had no time to give out explanations. Lily does not ask anymore questions upon your silence and just follows you to the car.

"Just get in, I'll tell you everything on the way." You speed the streets like your life depends on it, and the moment you reach Chong bin's house, the sight that greets you both gets Lily's lungs in motion.

Chongbin lay lifeless on the floor. A bullet shot straight into his head between his eyebrows, and tortured him similarly, just like the way Jeh was. You sit down right next to him and close his lifeless eyes that lay wide open. Lily sits down beside you and holds your hand tightly while she shivers for herself.

"DJ calm down, We will find him. There must be a clue. I will fucking rip into shreds once i lay my hands on him." Lily holds you tighter as anger flows through your veins. The person that did this to him had to die and you were going to make sure you would lay your hands on him soon.

"I need to be alone Lily, I'll call you sometime and you can pick me up."

"DJ no you can't be alone right now. I can stay."

"Lily, I said I need to be alone right now." You don't repeat it again and Lily gets the hint and leaves quietly. You quickly call up your men to finish off the last rites of Chongbin and once that was done. Then the DJ that had been a little too comfortable in the defense would be all ready to be on the offence and this won't be, it wasn't going to be nice.

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Lily calms her breathing down once she's settled in the car, her heart beating wild in her chest the moment she sees Chongbin on the floor. This was getting out of hand. She knew who it was. She knew it the moment Jeh left Seoul.

Lily had an agenda from the start. Everything was well until DJ got Ivanov into the equation. All of this would have been solved if the deal had been postponed a little. Lily had you and the men of Bangtan right where she wanted. They may not be aware, but they were falling for you. She could see it.

The incessant ringing of her phone pulled her back into reality and her blood ran cold again the moment she saw who it was. With shivering hands and a stuttered voice, Lily held the phone against her ear.

"What do you want?" She tried mustering the entire courage inside her to utter one sentence.

"Is that how you speak to your brother, Yulina?" Sweat started forming on Lily's head when she heard the name. The name that she had left behind a long time ago. A very long time ago. That part of her was dead when she decided she had no other option to escape if she wanted to live.

"Mikhail. That part of me died the day I ran away. Do not call me that."

"Yulina, My little sister Yulina. Always a disgrace aren't you? Well then should I say the same thing to this gentleman here?"

"I said I'd help you Mikhail, You have to give me time."

"I don't have time Yulina, Maybe this gentleman here will motivate you to do things a little faster for me?"

"Yulina."

"Boris." Tears started streaming down Lily's face as soon as she heard that voice. The voice of the man she loved for a long long time.

"Yulina, Where are you?"

"Listen up Yulina, I am texting you an address and i want you here in the next half an hour. If you're not here Boris will be dead next."

"Mikhail do not do anything to him, I am coming." Lily kept screaming into the car. She had no clue why this was happening to her. Mikhail seemed to be a step ahead of her in every way, and she hated it with her entire existence.

The only reason she had gotten you involved in the men of Bangtan's life was because she had found Boris after all these years. And now she had the chance to finally be with him. But fate had other plans for her. Ivanov died and Mikhail came out of hiding. The calm waters of the past brought out a storm, and all she could do was stand and watch the things she loved get destroyed one by one.

Lily was confident you would find Mikhail by any means and that was the reason she had asked for you to allow her to kill him. The scores needed to be settled and this time she would win. She would bring Mikhail down for forever, and by the time the news would have reached Russia. She would be on the run with Boris. Bangtan had you, she had Boris, and it was supposed to work that way. But now?

Twenty minutes and two narrowly escaped accidents later, Lily reached the location Mikhail had texted her. And this time a loud sob escaped her mouth when she saw Boris tied to the chair and his face bruised. It looked like the guy could barely breathe.

"Boris. Wake up, I'm here." A sharp pain shot through her scalp as soon as Boris opened his eyes.

"We have some unfinished business." Mikhail looked at her with the same hate that she had seen all these years. The same hatred that ran in the family for her. The same way her father looked at her. The same way the eldest sibling looked at her. And her only fault was the difference in sperm that led to her birth, and her mother's death.

"Mikhail keep him out of it, I beg of you." Lily pleaded at his feet. But Mikhail refused to budge. He had a completely different agenda.

"I will, Only if you bring DJ to me."

"I will. Leave him please." Lily quickly jumps to her feet to untie Boris. But the minute her fingers touch the rope, Mikhail slaps her with all his might, throwing Lily at a distance.

"Who said you could touch him whore?"

"Mikhail leave him out of this, You want DJ ? I will get her. Take all of the eight. But spare him." Mikhail let out a laugh on hearing her pleas. They made no sense. But that's all she could do right now.

"I want DJ today. By evening I want her to be tied up in the same place as this motherfucker is. If not he's dead."

"Mikhail il get her. You have to promise me you will let Boris go." Before Mikhail could answer the question. The ring of his phone bought an unreadable expression on his face. He stepped out, and the moment Lily found Boris alone. She quickly rushed forward to undo his ties.

"Don't do that Yulina, He wont let me go. There are snipers stationed around the building. Even if we escape we won't go far." Lily let go of the ties in her hands and collapsed onto the floor.

"I'm Sorry, I really am."

"Don't be. What are we going to do now?"

"I'm going to drop a hint to DJ about Mikhail, That's all she needs. Once she knows who killed Chongbin she will be a shark out for blood. We just have to wait."

"Are you crazy, what are you trying to do?"

"I don't know, Everythings messed up right now. But if someone can kill Mikhail it's DJ. I can't involve Bangtan, They will kill you."

"As if your brother is going to spare me."

"I won't let anything happen to you. Not this time. This time we are together. I don't care what happens to the rest of them."

"What if Mikhail kills DJ?"

"No he won't. At Least not now. All I have to do is give a hint about him to DJ and then let her handle it."

"Are you sure?"

"This is the only way out. We will figure out everything else later."

"Okay if you say so." The door opens with a bang and Mikhail walks in with a smug smile on his face.

"Till Evening, Yulina. Or else your boy is dead. Now get lost." Mikhail sends her flying right into another corner and Boris struggles to free himself. Earning another slap from Mikhail.

Lily makes her way down to the building and she takes a deep breath before she fishes her phone out of her jeans. She had to make sure she had to be on the winning end. No matter who won and no matter who died. The familiar ringtone rings through the car. Lily holding her breath, ready to save herself and her love.

"Can you arrange a Midazolam Injection for me? Just enough to put someone to sleep immediately.?" She quickly sends the location and as soon the confirmation hits as the screen. She calls you, fingers beating on the steering wheel and her anxiety rushing beyond the roof.

"DJ where are you ?"

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channwie · 3 months

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𓍯 IT’S RAINING OUTSIDE ⋆ ITADORI YUUJI ─ ⋆

yuuji wants to tell you he loves you, but it’s raining .

no wc ⋆ gn!reader ˖ fluff ˖ young love esque ⋆ notes ˖ my condolences to everybody who’s scared of lightning, me too.

it's raining outside, and yuuji is sharing his earphones with you.

his playlist is on shuffle, hood pulled over his head and bubblegum hair resting against the window, watching the dark clouds shift above.

yuuji thinks, if he tells you he loves you right now, in such a dark and gloomy setting, if you'll even believe it.

but it's always when skies are dark and rain pours and his vision is cloudy and his knuckles are bruised does he feel the urge burning in him to say, i love you, i love you, i love you.

he could just say it right now.

there's a sudden crackle, and a strike of lightning. an echoing boom of thunder follows.

his arms are already wide open before the chill runs down your spine and you dive into him, face buried in his chest — i'll protect you, i'm here.

( i love you. )

“don't make fun of me—”

“m’not making fun of you, i swear!”

the soft rumble of thunder is near ominous, but you don't hear it, not over yuuji's sickeningly sweet songs that remind me of us playlist and his cackling in your ears.

he likes this, being the one you turn to.

he wonders what you might've looked like back when you were scared by yourself. and just as he wonders it he promises himself, that you'll never be scared without having him to run to.

“why're you afraid of lightning?” he asks, soft yet unsure. would you tell him everything that scares you if he asked? “told you, m'not afraid—”

“okay! why do you... not like lightning then?”

yuuji watches the way your brows furrow, the twist on your lips. i love when you think, he wants to say, but that would sound weird out loud wouldn't it?

“it can kill you, for one. plus, it comes with thunder and it makes this stupidly scary crackling noise—”

“i thought you said you weren't sca— okay, m'stopping, for real this time!”

better? yuuji mouths to you, both of his palms cupped over your ears, blocking out most of the sound from reaching you.

you nod, and his heart flutters when you mouth back thankyou, i love you.

it takes yuuji a minute, just as the rain pours a little harder, his gaze fixed on yours before he lowers his head, tip of his nose tickling your own and mouths,

you're safe with me, i love you.

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kakusu-shipping · 3 months

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Happy birthday!!!! Apples and lemons? :D

Thanks Echo!!! (≧∇≦)ﾉ

Apples ✦ How long have you been self-shipping, in general? When did you find out about the self-ship community?

Like a lot of people in the Self Shipping community I've been Self Shipping sense I was VERY young, obviously before I knew what it was. I'd put my first conscious thought of Dating Fictional Character around 2nd grade probably? Summer after 1st, more specifically.

I found out about self shipping through a friend I had in 2017-2018 named Ven. I'd met them through the Little Nightmares OC fandom and was OBSESSED with their little Slime Person S/I and made an OC to ship with them (not knowing what an S/I vs OC was at the time)

They explained Self Shipping to me and encouraged me to pursue Fictional Crushes I had at the time that I wasn't confident in Self Shipping with for conflicting identity reasons, something I'm much more chill about now. (Ginko who I headcanoned as AroAce, Scorpia who is a canon Lesbian, etc)

I'm very thankful to them honestly! Even if they eventually decided they didn't want to talk to me anymore, I still think of them very fondly. I hope they're doing well.

Lemons ✦ What's your stance on sharing fictional others?

I'm so very passionate about this, I made a banner for it

PLEASE tell me when we share F/Os and let me know if I can make your S/I and my S/I interact and canon together I LOVE a polycule and ABSOLUTELY wanna include you (general audience) in my self ship

Even if we can't be canon Metamours (people dating the same person but not romantically linked to eachother) I STILL want to hear about the F/Os we share and your self ship with them and your S/I lore and story and the ins and outs of your dynamic with the F/O and what you like about them and what you dislike about them and what drew you to them and everything tell me everything PLEASE

I LOVE sharing F/Os indiscriminately! With canon characters, with other self shippers, with people who just like them casually. Platonically, Romantically, Familiarly, any sort of in between or overlap or other secret 4th way to love a Fictional Other; I LOVE IT

PLEASE INTERACT IF WE SHARE F/OS

#Thankyou for asking #Excuse me loosing my shit I just. I cannot hammer home enough my love for Sharing F/Os #Please PLEASE come into my ask box and tell me who we share it is ALWAYS open for that EXACT purpose #My ONLY reason for keeping Anons on #I have some many asks saved up of people telling me which F/Os we share #And of people telling me about their S/I and Self Ship with said Shared F/O #Because I fucking love it SO much #I wanna make a Metamour tag #My Metamour Mutuals #For Mutuals I share F/Os with (Or F/Os I am indirectly in the polycule with? Like Devin and Echo might both qualify by those terms ksfgjkfd #(If they want to someone would have to tell me directly I could tag them as my Metamour Mutual)#ALSO #I haven't talked about Venny in YEARS #They were SO nice I hope they're doing great #Wishing them the best wherever they ended up #Thanks for the wisdom Ven <3

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annaliessse · 1 year

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Can I request a fanfiction of princess (Chevalier younger sister) and gilbert getting togethe with some angst first (because they deny their feelings and do not admit it to themselves)

Thankyou so much

Got you fam! So sorry this took so long. For some reason, Tumblr did not notify me and I read this a day late! Also, Gilbert is soooo hard to write that it took me four rewrites before I was finally satisfied. I know nothing about him, except that he owns the world's deadliest thighs (as said by Emma herself), so this is just pure speculation. Anyway, enjoy!

Also, my small contribution to the celebration of Gilbert's route release in the Jap server.

I'll Burn For You

Pairing: Gilbert von Obsidian x Reader (as Chevalier's younger sister)

Prompt: You knew it was a mistake to love him. He was the enemy, a cruel prince dead set on taking over your beloved kingdom. He had cruelty in his gaze, masked by the sweetness of his words. It was playing with fire, but when you meet him in the cover of the night, you wonder whether you should continue resisting the attraction, or sacrifice it all and burn for the man who’ll take everything that you love.

No. of Words: 2,100+

Everyone warned you about him. Your brothers kept you from seeing him. Sariel did everything to hide you from him. He was the enemy. The villain. The one set to destroy your kingdom and every single person you loved.

You hate him. You should. And yet…

You can’t help but fall for him. For his blood-red eye. For his presence that radiates danger. For his words you know are tailored to manipulate you.

You knew he could never love you. Why would he? You are a princess of the kingdom he wants to conquer. The younger sister of the man he hated so much. The girl representing everything he’s bound to destroy.

“Harden your heart. Do not fall for the lies that spill out of his lips.”

Chevalier has warned you. He told you to be careful, to steel yourself for the beauty of the words he will say to you. He would speak to you in a way that would make your heart flutter, your defense weaken, and your vulnerability show. He would whisper kind words. Words filled with poison and dishonesty.

And yet, you can’t stay away from him.

Even now, in the darkness of the library, you meet him. The night was quiet, everyone deep in their slumber. The light of a single candle fills the room, and you hear him approach, the sound of his metal cane echoing around you.

“Well, what do we have here?” You hear him say. “I did not think you’d actually agree to this proposal, my little tigress.”

You turn to look at him.

Gilbert von Obsidian. The prince you should hate and despise. Instead, he holds your heart, your every being longing for even a sliver of his affection.

“Why are you doing this?” You ask him. “What do you get out of this, Gilbert?”

The sight of him is enough to set your heart ablaze. You have fallen for him, there is no denial. No escape. All you can do is suffer the consequences of your forbidden emotions.

“I like you. Does there have to be another reason?” He moves closer, his hand tracing your jaw. “Would it be so wrong to show affection to the one whom I hold dear?”

“I’m no fool.” You snarl at him. “We both know you do this to spite Chev. I know. You know. Everyone knows. What I don’t understand is why you keep doing this when you know whatever you’re doing is not going to work.”

“I’m not doing anything but express my feelings for the one I like,” Gilbert says softly, his gloved hand reaching up to cup your cheek. “I like you, my little tigress. I like your tenacity, your strength. Your naivety and wisdom. Your courage and vulnerability.”

He whispers soft words, honeyed sentences that detail everything he admires about you. Gilbert pulls you by the waist, your body flush against his and despite everything in you screaming to get away from him, your heart speaks louder, and you stay still, enveloped in the warmth of his embrace.

“Please, Gilbert.” You beg. “Stop this.”

You attempt to push him away but he holds you close, red-eye gleaming with satisfaction.

“Why would I? I finally have you where I want you to be.”

His smile was filled with sadism. With twisted pleasure. He likes this. To have control over the one person Chev has for a weakness. You feel his hot breath against your neck and you shudder despite everything, your body pleased with his attention.

“There is no greater joy,” he whispers. “Than to have the sister of the one you hate most in your arms in the middle of the night. He has no idea, doesn’t he, princess? I’d like to be in the room when this secret finally reaches his ears.”

You feel your heart drop, breaking to a thousand shattered pieces. You knew this. Of course you did. He is the prince of Obsidian. A cruel prince intent on invading your kingdom. To him, this is all a game.

You are nothing. You mean nothing to him. Nothing but a pawn in the wicked game he plays.

Tears spill from your eyes. You knew to yourself it would always end like this.

You just did not want to hear the confirmation spill out of his lips.

Gilbert feels your warm tears brush against his skin. You were crying quietly, even as your body does not protest against his ministrations. He should have been happy. Elated. He had finally broken you down. Finally seduced the person valued most by his enemy.

He did not expect the uneasy feeling at the pit of his stomach at the sight of your sadness.

“Don’t cry, my little tigress,” he mocks, desperately clinging to his uncaring façade. “This is what you want after all, isn’t it?”

Gilbert tries to continue his movements, hands gently caressing your waist. Your tears do not stop though and in the end, he pulls away and walks towards the library door, cane clanging against the floor. He does not look back. Not even at the sound of your sobs.

You avoid Gilbert after that. You cannot face him. Not after exposing your vulnerability. You find yourself often in Chevalier’s faction office, always having one of your brothers around you to avoid facing Gilbert alone.

This time though, when you enter, your older brother wasn’t there, only Nokto.

“Where’s Chev?” You ask.

“Where else?” Nokto says, not even looking up from the document he was reading. “At the border. Some people from Obsidian were attacking the nearby villages.”

You raise an eyebrow. He dares to do that even when Gilbert’s here?

You hesitate before asking. “And what does Gilbert think about it?”

“Surprisingly well. He went with King Highness.”

Strange. From what you’ve seen and heard, Gilbert wouldn’t hesitate to sacrifice his people for his own benefit. He doesn’t even head to the battlefield on his own, sending his ministers instead. For him to go with Chevalier means he has another purpose. One you clearly know nothing about.

Not that it is easy to know anything about Obsidian’s first prince.

“Probably for the best that he went there too,” Nokto comments. “We’re no stranger to King Highness’ purges, but the stench of blood is just highly unpleasant. I’d like to have this room not smell like rust for once.”

You roll your eyes. Everyone knows Chevalier’s daily killing sprees.

Not many know his real intentions.

“Could you stop and listen to me for once?” You glared at him one afternoon when he returned with blood soaking his clothes once again. “Why can you not stop killing people, Chev? You are a prince and you are supposed to be protecting our citizens! Instead you raise your sword at them.”

“I am protecting them. I will not apologize for killing a few to save the lives of many.”

You thought him brutal that time and you once again wonder how you two could have been born from the same mother. Then you see him honor Rhodolite’s fallen soldiers. He took the time to learn their names, to remember for whom he has been fighting for.

Not many understand, but despite Chev’s violent ways, he only wants what’s best for the kingdom. Just like the rest of your brothers. After all, that is what being a prince should be like, right?

Maybe… no.

Gilbert’s not like that. He gets no benefit for his kingdom for playing with you. If he wants what’s best for his people, he would have leveraged someone with more power, like Emma or Sariel. Chevalier isn’t king, and it’s highly likely that Leon would be chosen instead.

He’s just leading you on for his own sick pleasure at the knowledge of having seduced Chev’s sister.

When you ask Emma later on whom she’s selecting as Rhodolite’s next king, she was vague. But that thoughtful look on her face tells you everything you needed to know.

Chev returns that afternoon, clothes clean, not even a spot of blood to be found on his white cape. You inspect him, in utter disbelief that he has resolved an altercation without violence. When you raise his coat, he slaps your hand away, frowning.

“What are you doing?”

“Looking for blood. You can’t have dealt with those people without killing them, right?”

He sighs. “There’s none. We managed to reach an agreement.”

“By we, you mean Gilbert?”

“Who else? Did you think I’d have the time to listen to the meaningless reasons of Obsidianite thieves?”

You cross your arms. “Oh really? What did he tell you that made you change your mind?”

“Poverty. Those people only crossed the border to steal some food for their families. Eyepatch told me he’d resolve it as soon as he can.”

You pause. This time, you were the one frowning.

Chev sighs. “Just because you don’t understand doesn’t mean they’re wrong. You should have known that by now. You’re surrounded by eight beasts, all with tainted reputations, and you know as well as we do that everything we do is for Rhodolite.”

He leaves you alone in the quietness of the hallway. You lean on the nearest pillar, thinking.

Just because you don’t understand doesn’t mean they’re wrong.

Hit with the realization, you hurry back to your room, picking up a pen as you begin drafting a letter. Chev knows. He always does.

And he is doing nothing to stop you from doing it.

You understand now.

That night, you once again wait patiently in the darkness of the library. You smile at the feeling of déjà vu but instead of the hopeless ignorance you’ve felt before, this time, you face him with confidence, now aware of your next move.

“I didn’t think this day would come, my little tigress.” You hear Gilbert’s voice from the darkness. “Have I finally broken you down? For you to approach me so brazenly like this?”

You stand up to meet him and in an instant, Gilbert has his arms around you, his breath warm against your neck.

“And so pliant too,” he comments. “Is your brother going to be angry at this, princess? That despite the glaring warnings in your head you decide to surrender yourself to me? That you allowed me to use you?”

“Go on then,” you whisper. “Use me, Gilbert.”

You feel his breathe hitch and he begins to pull away. You clutch Gilbert’s shirt, pulling him closer again.

“Use me. Use me like the pawn that I am. This is what I am, right? A toy for you to get what you want? Go ahead. Use me, Gilbert.”

I know what you want.

You do not want to simply anger Chev. You want to use me as a leverage for you to get a negotiation that would benefit your people. You have seen Emma and judged she would choose my brother as the next king. You can never curry his favor, so you force his hand.

“What is this?” he asks, confused.

“Is this not what you want, Gil? To have Chev’s sister in the palm of your hands, like a puppet you can control? Why are you hesitating when I am offering myself up to you freely?”

Gilbert pauses. He looks at you for a few seconds, surprise clear in his gaze. Then realization. He blinks. When he opens them again, you find nothing but the confidence and satisfaction he hides himself in.

Hide yourself, then. Just know I can read you like a book, Gilbert.

He laughs. “How naïve. You think I’m doing this for my people? You think I haven’t sacrificed many of my own to preserve my life? How very ignorant.”

You smirk, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I am ignorant, Gil.” You allow him to delude himself. To think that he’s kept his mask unbreakable, when you both know he has exposed all of himself to you.

“And I am offering myself up to you. I don’t care anymore, Gilbert. I want you.”

His blood-red eye looks at you and for the first time you see a hint of happiness, of relief that finally someone has come close enough to unveil the intentions he held close to his heart.

“My little tigress,” he whispers before you feel his soft lips against yours.

You hold Gilbert’s soft locks under your hands, relishing in the wanton passion of the kiss. You’re playing with fire. Dallying with the enemy. You don’t find it in yourself to care though.

When everything is as blissful as this, you don’t mind getting too close to the flame. You do not care that this relationship of yours would be hidden. You do not care that, despite Chev’s implicit approval, you will face backlash from the rest of Rhodolite nobility. You will be marked as a traitor.

You kiss Gilbert back, your moans swallowed by his fervent kisses. You smile, allowing yourself to burn.

(Thank you for this first request! It was def challenging, but it's my fave work so far. Anyway, I won't create an OC for readers' requests, except when you explicitly state that you want a fic for this particular pairing. I won't create an OC since I have an idea of what I want for the love interests of each prince. Hope you loved this as much as I did.)

#ikemen ouji #ikepri #ikemen prince #ikepri gilbert #ikemen prince gilbert #gilbert von obsidian #ikemen fanfic #ikemen prince fanfiction

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soobiverse · 11 months

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Hii your fic is soo good can you pls do a woonhak (boy next door) f! Reader oppisites attract fic plsss thankyou sooo much

Sorry for the late reply, I've been lacking motivation but I've been working hard on it <3

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Genre: Fluff + Romance

Word count: 858 ᵕ̈

It was an early Monday morning before homeroom. I slumped against my locker, feeling the metal against the back of my blazer jacket, listening to the shoes of the passing students hitting the tiles that echoed through the school halls. My eyes focused on the art book before me, patiently waiting for ideas to flood my mind as they usually did. Yet there was nothing. "Y/N? You're here early," a familiar voice took me out of my train of thought. It could be for the better, as most of them were worthless. I looked up, and my one and only friend stood in front of me. President of the student council herself, Song Ye-eun. I never knew why she became my friend in the playground during the first day of Kindergarten. She must have liked that I never said much and only focused on my developing passion for art. While Ye-eun had always been the opposite, she was talkative, confident and friendly. I brought my sketch pad to my chest.

"I just woke up early, that's all", I replied. Ye-eun would describe me coming to school 2 hours early as a relatively unique concept, as most days, I don't even make it to homeroom. But there wasn't really anything else for me to do at home. The swarm of students had yet to flood the hallways meaning I could finally talk to my only friend privately without having a trail of boys following us. "Ah, fair enough," she said, sitting beside me. I watched as she leaned back against the locker and closed her eyes. "Wanna see what I'm working on?" I inquired. She didn't open her eyes yet but just simply nodded. I placed the sketch pad in her palms. There were lines of lead pencil across the art paper, forming an outline of someone's head but nothing more. She took a moment to look at it. "lacking inspiration?" She asked, handing back the sketchbook. "Unfortunately, nothing good is coming to mind. I've been trying for days," I responded, pressing my head against the locker like she once did 2 minutes ago. "Why don't you try drawing him?" I followed who Ye-eun was referring to with my eyes. I didn't expect her to be talking about Woonhak.

To fully appreciate why this was a big deal to me is because, well, it's Woonhak, the prettiest boy in 11th grade. He and his close, tight-knit group of friends are the topics of nearly every girl's conversation when they walk through the sliding glass doors. He was just like Ye-eun, the complete opposite of me. Yet regardless of our personalities and interests being so different, I still fell for him from a distance. He had entered alone today. He walked through the halls without many girls following him like lost puppies. His eyes darted around the hallway as he progressed to his locker. I stayed silent as my eyes followed him. Ye-eun patted my shoulder. I looked at her, shock painted across my face. "you must be crazy, he needs to be still, and there is no way on earth that I'd ever get close enough to tell him I wanted to draw him," I said, Ye-eun shook her head, and before I knew it, she was standing up and looking down at me on the tiled floor.

"You've liked him since Kindergarten. Don't you worry. I'll handle this." with that, Ye-eun began walking towards the crowd of girls. Her sweet charms and politeness hypnotised the huddled group into letting her approach Woonhak. I couldn't hear what they were discussing, but I knew she mentioned me as Woonhak approached soon after. "Ye-eun said you could draw me. I'd be interested. I'm free after school if that's fine with you," He spoke softly, then parted his lips in a sweet smile. No words could escape my lips. I could only respond with a simple nod before hurrying down the corridor.

A few hours had passed as the morning had shifted into a quiet afternoon, 1 hour after the bell had signalled that all the students could be free from the gates that trapped them in for 6 hours, 5 days a week. Besides those still used for after-school club activities, all rooms were empty, excluding the art room Woonhak and I occupied. I studied his features closely to have every detail perfect. "You look quite beautiful when you're focusing, did you know?" Woonhak whispered. After minutes of silence, his sudden compliment caught me off guard. I didn't know what to say. Too many thoughts swelled up in my head. “I've always liked you, " he confessed, approaching me slowly. I set the pencil down on the unfinished sketch. He tugged my wrist lightly, encouraging me to stand up. So I did. Butterflies began blooming within the depths of my stomach. He pulled me closer, and the butterflies only swelled up more in my stomach when he pulled me in and kissed me softly. His lips, covered in a strawberry chapstick layer, seamlessly melted into mine. Despite being so different, now no one could deny the liking between Woonhak and me.

#kpop #kpop oneshots #kpop x reader #oneshot #boynextdoor #ask response #kpop fanfic #kpop x y/n #kpop x you #kpop x female reader #explore #fluff oneshot #kpop fluff #bnd #bnd fluff #bnd x reader

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zaharadessert · 2 years

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Canticum Sanguinis Lux - Initium (1/8?)

Summary: Once, all Emma Nolan wanted was a normal life, but when she had a run in with a vampire as a teenager she realised that she couldn’t escape the life of a hunter. Now all she wants to do is prove herself, and she’s going to end up going above and beyond to be the hunter the world needs her to be.

Rating: Explicit. Mostly for graphic descriptions of violence, and some smut.

Warnings: There are hints at the non con nature of the control vampires can have over humans.

Length: should be eight chapters.?

Notes: So, first off, a huge thankyou to the @cssns mods for running this event again. Thanks so much for the opportunity. Secondly, thank you to @clockadilefor the gorgeous banner. Lastly, thank you to @kmomof4, who not only is an amazing beta, but volunteered to deal with my panics and general insanity. Thank you so much, I could not have done this without you.

One final note, thank you for reading. I apologise, I’ve broken my own cardinal rule and started posting before I’ve finished writing. But this is kinda a prologue, so I think it’s gonna be fine on it’s own until I’m done? I hope… hahaha! Thanks so much for reading.

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As always, let me know if you’d like me to add you to my taglist for future fics :)

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Emma’s footsteps echoed in the alleyway, the buzz of the streetlamps a distant hum behind her that faded to nothing amid the click of her heels on the poorly laid tarmac. She wrinkled her nose against the smell of the bins stacked at the end, her eyes flicking up to take in the fire escapes on either side. She could feel the shadows pressing in around her, ominous and foreboding.

“Walsh?” she called, her voice sounding timid and worried as she moved further away from the safety of the populated street and into the darkness. Where the hell had he gone? She’d only been a couple of steps behind him and it wasn’t that dark down here… “Walsh, stop messing around. This isn’t funny and you’re far too old for these silly games,” she declared with an almost petulant huff.

A dark chuckle rang out from her left and Emma turned sharply to see him stepping out of the shadows. He was smirking, his stride sure and predatory as he approached her.

“Old enough that games make life interesting, actually.” He sounded almost amused, but his eyes were cold, colder than she’d ever seen them before. He stepped closer, lifting his hand to brush back her hair, threading his fingers into it to cradle the back of her head.

She felt her skin tingle at the contact, as his nails grazed her scalp. She could smell him as she inhaled- he smelled incredible, he had every time they’d met- but standing this close, even over the garbage at the end of the alley, it was intoxicating. He licked his lips as he took her in, taking a deep breath as his eyes drifted shut for a brief moment before he opened them again and stared into her eyes.

“What are you playing at?” she asked, frowning. “A quickie in an alley is not what I dressed up for.” The protest was clear in both her words and her tone.

“No? Could have fooled me…” His voice was as cold as his gaze and his fingers twisted, nails scraping harshly against her skin as they locked into her hair.

She could both feel and see the change in his gaze as his eyes bored into hers. They seemed both darker and brighter somehow, as his pupils overtook his irises. She gasped as it started, her lips parting as her breathing started to elevate. She felt warm all over, and then she felt hot, like her blood was rising to the surface of her skin, moving faster around her body.

“Walsh, I…” She didn’t sound tentative any more, she sounded breathy, needy.

Stepping closer she could feel the hard planes of his lithe body pressing against her, the chill of his skin everywhere hers was bare. She sighed blissfully at the sensation even as she shivered in the cool of the evening air.

“I know, it will all be over soon.” His voice was soft, soothing, a stark contrast to how it had sounded before and how hard his skin felt as her hand moved to his arm. A feeble half-hearted attempt to push him back.

His hand closed over hers, carefully guiding it behind her back and holding it there as he pulled her flush against him. The look in his eyes intensified, her breaths were coming quicker, her eyelids fluttering as the heating of her blood became a heady rush that threatened to overwhelm her. He tilted his head, his nose brushing across her collarbone and up the column of her neck.

“You smell divine, my dear,” he crooned into her ear. “Hold still, and I’ll make sure it’s as good for you as it is for me…”

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Continued on AO3

#Captain Swan #cs ff #cssns 2022 #vampire!killian #hunter!emma #ZaharaDessert writes #art by clockadile

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jayke0 · 7 months

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Hi ! If you’re still taking requests I would have a platonic angst with a happy ending one ? It’s okay if you don’t write this type of fic no worries 😎

For context I have daddy issues and some kind of religious trauma because : queer . SO the moon knight system as some kind of father/older brother figure to a teenage girl with she/her pronouns who they basically took under their wing ? And hear me out , reader is the perfect exemple of younger generation being raised by screens so much that she’s a pretty good hacker , maybe helps them as the guy in the chair , with an attitude as frustrating as Marc’s . Reader wants to come out to the boys first to be herself ? and to avoid Marc or Steven casually mentioning male love interest , the closet sapphic pain . But being raised in a Christian household reader kinda puts every religious person in the same bag and is terribly afraid of rejection . Maybe at some point reader is forced to get out of the closet , big angst but it ends up good . Jake just has the biggest straight guy gaydar ever .

Thank you so much and have a nice day , I love your writing !

Oh my goodness!

First of all, thankyou for reading and liking my stuff, i really really appreciate it!

Unfortunately, I'm not looking to write any long fics atm, but i still wanted to give you some platonic angst to comfort, even if it isn't the big spectacular fic you were expecting 😅. Thankyou for the request 💕.

Warnings/content: angst/venting, mentions of homophobia, mentions of religious trauma, comfort at the end 💕, platonic relationship with the boys.

You'd been sitting on the fence about coming out to your friends for months now. They'd never said anything homophobic, or even remotely horrible that would indicate any sort of hateful beliefs, but after years of mental battering and exhaustion from fighting your father, you'd come to the conclusion that you were safer in the closet.

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As you're sitting on Steven's couch, your leg bounces vigorously, making the floorboards noticeably creak and Marc eventually glance over at you.

He does his usual 'what's up with you?' Glare as he eyes you up and down, before finally bringing over the water you'd asked for and sitting next to you.

"So, what did you wanna talk about?"

God his voice sounds so loud in your ears, echoing around your head like some kind of alarm warning you not to go through with this.

And why'd it have to be Marc fronting anyway? Literally the scariest alter of the three of them.

You audibly gulp, before slowly bringing your eyes up to meet the man's.

"I need to- can you just-" you struggle to get your words out, "I need you to listen to everything before you say anything, please?"

Marc's expression is now oozing with worry, but he simply nods, gesturing for you to start.

A deep breath is drawn into your lungs before you just let everything go, every problem you've ever had in your past all falling from your lips like the tears that eventually start rolling down your cheeks, and once you're done, the flat goes silent, all that can be heard is Marc's slow breathing as he processes the personal information you'd just dumped on him.

In that moment, you're sure he's going to yell at you to get out, or call you the same spiteful names you'd been called before; but the silence is almost worse, it's like he's disappointed, it's completely deafening.

You can't bear the silence for a second longer, so you pull your head from your hands to try and at least get some indicator of sympathy or hate from his face.

Instead what you see is a blank expression.

Your brows furrow for a moment, before you're reminded of when this has happened before; they're switching.

Admittedly, you feel relieved; maybe if he'd started dissociating before you'd started venting they wouldn't have heard you and you could escape the encounter? But a softer voice pulls you away from that safety.

"Oh god, sorry about that." Steven chuckles nervously and seemingly brushes himself off, as if to adjust to the body. "Didn't mean to interrupt your uhm.. moment, but I'm here now, you can continue what you were saying."

His smile is reassuring, and certainly a lot warmer than Marc's, but you still fear what he might say.

"Is Marc mad at me?" You ask, barely audible.

"What? Oh bloody hell no, of course not." Steven waves his hands frantically. "You know what he's like, "Mr Cranky can't deal with emotions so then I gotta come out and do my duty", as it were." He chuckles lightly.

You don't find it as funny.

Steven frowns and chews the inside of his cheek, reaching his hand out and tentatively taking yours. "He's a knobhead, yeah? But he isn't that much of a knobhead.." His eyes scan your face. "Thankyou for telling us, honestly I'm honoured you wanted to tell us of all people," his eyes scrunch into that sweet squint that he does, "you're safe with us, and I'm like… super bloody proud of you. Like, more proud than I was when Gus won that race against Gus Junior."

That actually makes you laugh a little and you sniff, wiping your eyes on your jumper. You squeeze Steven's hand for a second before crashing into his body for a tight hug, which is reciprocated by the man; he's always the best hugger.

You stay curled up in his hold for a few minutes, just listening to the man's breathing to focus on anything else other than the anxiety still thrashing in your stomach.

"Jake said he's proud of you too, by the way." He smiles down at you as you look up at the man.

A smile spreads across your face and you wipe your eyes again, "thankyou, both of you… or three of you." You shrug, unsure if Marc is still there.

"Jake also said that 'he knew all along', apparently."

"Oh shut up Jake." You laugh.

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goddess1111sblog · 2 years

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Talking to your Subconscious like a friend helps alot!

Somedays ago I got back home and was super sleepy so whenever I'm super sleepy I instantly go to sleep and I get dreams instantly as well. I saw one of the most horrendous dreams I've ever seen, I was so anxious because of it so that my heart was racing when I woke up, I actually wanted to cry. It was scary asf. After gaining back my composure I just called out my subconscious all I did was say hi and then had a small conversation within my head. Kinda went like---

"heyy Pipo" (~I call my subconscious Pipo lol it's cute)

"hiii" (echoed back)

"I didn't have a good dream today, can you please let me have a pleasant dream the next time I sleep?"

"of course. Don't worry about it any more." Pipo said.

"Thankyou so much for always listening to me" I replied.

And then I didn't worry about anything anymore. Like dreams are considered as something that is not in our hands but I trusted my subconscious and I didn't feel anxious anymore. And the next morning I had a lovely dream I even woke up feeling so positive and my self concept was so much better. There was one instance where I could actually "feel" my sp's presence in my dreams and it was so comforting.

So well now you know you can always talk to your Subconscious and ask them to do things for you. They will always listen to you no matter what :) 💙

#law of assumption #neville goddard #loa #manifestation advice #manifest #sp manifest #111talks #affirmation #self concept #manifestations

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lovebillyhargrove · 2 years

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hello i love you so much thankyou thankyou thankyou for the nicest words omg 🥺🥺

and literally yes!!! like it doesn't make SENSE that neil just up and left cos billy died like that literally just. does not TRACK. so therefore, something must've happened!!! okay something HAD to have happened!!! it's the only way it fits!!!

and something happening between flayed!billy and neil would he like. extra fucked up and heartbreaking. cos we KNOW billy's in there, trying to claw his way out, begging for someone, anyone, to see, to help. so flayed!billy going into billy's HOUSE?? running into his FATHER??? like u just know billy probably breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of neil probably for the first time in his life. only for neil to clearly notice something was wrong, but the second billy broke through, used his own voice??? neil just!!!! being the piece of shit dad that billy's always known him as!!! billy probably beating himself up for even considering the thought that fucking NEIL would be the one to save him.

and neil!!! neil in the hours between the run-in in the kitchen and the phone call that brought him to starcourt, probably just KNOWING that something was up, like. he knows his son. as much as billy hates it, neil KNOWS him. better than probably anyone, unfortunately. and in his own messed up way, neil fucking loves billy. god knows he doesn't like him, sure as shit isn't proud of him like some fathers are of their sons, but billy's his son, for better or worse, and he's done his damn best to raise him to be the Man neil thinks he should be. and billy hasn't made it easy, and tough love's the only option left usually, but it's still love.

so then billy's fucking dead, and there's no logical reason, there's no explanation, there's no body. there's just the echo of billy crying, of him asking neil for help, fucking begging, and neil reacting the way he always reacts, becos billy needs to grow the hell up. can't just cry and expect everyone to make everything all better. needs to toughen the fuck up and act like a man and handle his own shit. just like neil was expected to.

except now billy's dead, and neil use to wish for the kind of peace the house now has, but it's too quiet, and he never realised max had so many friends houses that she hung out at, and he thought billy use to complain just to complain about the mowing situation out back, but no, the backyard really is a bitch to mow. and now neil's gotta live with that. turns out, he fucking can't.

okay this escaped me again omg i am truly sorry but billy & his parents situation really fucking gets me and i, too, think way to much about it. cos ur RIGHT!!! neil truly is complicated!!! like he's a middle aged man thats chosen to not get help re:his shitty parenting and obvious life issues, so my sympathies are limited compared to billy. but!!!! boy, do i sure love thinking about that complicated mess!!! please feel free to share literly every headcanon and thought you have about them, becos i would be obsessed with them probably 🥺🥺 - @biillys

Hi) thank you so much for your amazing answer to my comments!!! ❤️ I kept rereading your piece all day. BEAUTIFULLY heartbreaking ideas, and i agree with your every word. Also, i mean, it absolutely makes sense in the light of s4 where neil disappears (like.. why??), but. BUT. It also makes perfect sense when it comes down to s3 as well, because hey .. billy was possessed for several days. He LIVED at home. He had to interact with his dad!! We never saw that, but it had to be there. And because billy has very complicated feelings towards neil, he would absolutely do something at least while being possessed. Some hc that he would just plain kill him, and that also makes sense. But your idea - of billy reaching out for help to neil - i LOVE this idea. It reflects their relationship. As does Neil's reaction to Billy's death. I'm so glad you shared your thoughts with me on that matter!!!❤️ Neil HAS feelings towards his son. It's just all fucked up. And it's just .. he would be absolutely HAUNTED by what happened to billy, especially always remembering how he DIDN'T help. He would be haunted, and that would be his lifelong punishment

Omg I am so emotional over your words. Thank you for sharing your thoughts!!! And please, MORE

It's a whole fic right there. A whole beautiful fic❤️

#biillys #harringrove #billy x steve

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