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fillinforlater · 7 months

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Two Selfies and a GIF

Male Reader x Naoi Rei

Length: 2341 words

Tags: lovers on vacation, teasing and tempting, public sex, blowjob, overstimulation, face fuck, gagging, standing sex, anal, sweat, body appreciation, anal creampie, thrill of maybe getting caught

TW: sex in a public space, also barely any editing

Inspiration: an ask from quite some time ago

(A/N: I hope this fic makes you say Holy Moly. @writerpeach because he wanted another Rei piece lol)

“Another sunny day! <3 Hope to see you all soon~”

You jump from your bed. Most of the time, you have no clue where the feeling of deja vu comes from, but this one is still palpable. A year ago, you were on vacation with Rei on some warm, small island nation, blessed with endless sunshine and she sent a similar selfie with a similar caption. Her hair was still brown back then, if your memory serves you right.

Unlike last time however, you can’t dig straight into her cute pussy. Rei is not on the bed beside you, although that’s where she took the picture. In fact, she’s not even in the hotel room anymore. You check the washroom a final time before looking back down on your phone.

“Where are you?”

“By~ the~ pool~”

The phone has yet to disappear in the pockets of your shorts when you’ve already stormed out of the empty hotel room and towards the elevators. Alright, she said something about going to the pool, you remember, but you didn’t even notice that she took the selfie earlier. Hopefully this won’t end in a chase of never ending teases because you missed the moment she was horny and right next to you.

You jump out of the elevator and across the lobby, both staff and visitors confused by your hurried, hectic behavior given the calm, vacation atmosphere. Your urgent need to feel your girlfriend's body, to see that face, adorned by beautiful blonde hair, with thick lips and a lewd glint in her eyes, it’s easily overtaking your desire of being perceived as normal.

“By the pool isn’t accurate enough,” you puff and pant while your eyes go over the many, many pools and parasols and people. It seems Rei isn’t in the water or on one of the loungers, so you once again reach for your phone—just to be greeted by a couple of private messages.

“Still need you to fill these cheeks~ or did you mean my other cheeks?!”

The wink, the tongue bite, the v-pose. She can never post this picture or else all those horny fanboys would blow infinite loads to it (not like they aren’t already doing it; don’t kid yourself). It’s sexy, tempting, only meant for you. You know what she wants, what she needs, what you promised her, yet she continues to play with you.

Until suddenly, another message. A third selfie? Even better.

“I hope you remember where this is~”

The changing booths by the pool. The unmistakable brown walls and baby blue curtains. Rei has complained about their design choice on the day of your arrival, now she’s there doing tik-tok-instagram-dance-challenge-thingys, flaunting what you’ve been craving. Needless to say you sprint there as fast as possible, disregarding all the warning signs about slipper tiles or blissfully ignorant tourists.

You’re on your way to bliss, and nothing will stop you.

Rei sticks out among the few people in the area. Her tall figure, her blonde hair, not a second later and you get a hold on her shoulders and drag her into the next booth. The Japanese girl doesn’t even seem fazed.

“There you are,” she sultrily says, eyes on yours through the mirror wall. Good heavens, you forgot about that thing. It’s going to be so much fun. With a single swoop you close the curtain and take a closer look at Rei’s fuckable body through the mirror.

“You look to good not to fuck,” you groan and pinch her cheeks, looking at her duckface, mesmerized by how plump her lips are, how good they will feel. Rei winks again and your hand is already past the waistband of your shorts. “Get on your knees, now.”

Rei’s smile is horny when she pulls down your shorts while getting on eye level with your cock, which jumps free and barely, sadly misses her face with the removal of your briefs. Rei spits in her hand and pumps you, focused on every inch of your hot rod. Suddenly, before any annoyance can urge you to do it yourself, she puts you on her lips. A heavy push that sends you back against the wall later, you're inside her and have to bite a lip to not groan out every profanity known to mankind.

Feel her tongue swirl around your cockhead while an expression of determination forms on her face. You can see that she is already planning ahead on how to make this the best head she’s ever given you. Rei has an amazing bitch face, but it also fills you with thread. You have to surrender to her mouth, her lips, her tongue—now her hands that grab your hips and then—

“Oh, fuck, ouh fuck!”

Rei slams her head back and forth, your cock going in and out almost fully with every single repetition, while she gags and slobbers on every centimeter she forces into herself. A bizarre thing, face fucking herself on you, for your pleasure, yet you are about to wince for mercy. Rei’s mouth is perfect, but it’s all too fast, without warning she grinds the top, then the back of her tongue on your sensitive slit. You leak, you hiss, you struggle to stand or think.

“Re-Rei, t-too much, fuck.”

Rei pops you free from her lips, but they look eager to go back to it and apply even more pressure on your cock. She firmly holds the base of your dick and glares at you.

“Then do it yourself, pussy. Fill my cheeks already.”

It’s like she’s given you the controller to a video game back; though this is vastly superior than anything you have ever played. You pull at her hair, force her to cry out before flailing backwards against the opposite wall of the booth. This time you lay your cock on her lips on your own merit.

“I’ll make you take that back.”

Pry her slutty mouth open, hope she is ready for impact and make her entire body convulse when you slam your pelvis into her face. The feeling of her tight, gagging throat is a lot different when you're in control, not better, not worse, though you like that Rei can take your roughness so well.

You close your eyes and begin to thrust, rarely giving her time to breathe, never giving yourself time to rest. The generously wet expedition into Rei's throat both feels like finding something new and being at home. A familiar warm feeling and alien sounds, your girlfriend's deepthroats are one of a kind.

Rei is opportunistic, her tongue now out of her mouth, receiving hits by your balls as you continue to fuck her face. It's one of those days apparently, when she is for some damn reason completely enamored with your sac. Maybe she likes the hisses that escape your lips because of the extra stimulation, maybe she is just impatient and wants what's inside of them.

When her already generously big and round cheeks are the biggest and roundest, you finally pull out and let her cough out the pool of saliva, two smaller pools underneath her eyes are also letting loose. You smack her purple-blue lips with your stiff length.

"I thought you could take it," you laugh at a set of coughs by Rei.

"I, hng, thought you'd fill my cheeks.

"Loser."

"Okay, get up."

Cheeky grin on her lips, Rei pushes herself off the ground and you push up something of your own, her tight crop top. You struggle to get the white fabric over her bountiful tits, but she is quick to help you by stretching out her arms high in the air. After a couple of tugs, you see the two massive melons bounce freely—or not. Two laughably tiny patches of silk, connected to each other and Rei’s neck form a bikini that is definitely too sexy for this pool, for any pool.

“You really wanted to go out there wearing this?” you question, a finger already hooked in one of the patches.

“No, that’s why I’m still here~”

“Then it’s confiscated.”

A single pull and the bikini top falls off as if spider webs held it together. Now they are free, Rei’s magnificent melons, round like her cheeks, soft like her thighs, the nipples stiff like you. Before you give them a squeeze however, you surprise your girlfriend by roughly yanking up her skirt to above her hips. Rei yelps and loses her balance, but one of her hands finds safety on the mirror, mirror on the wall.

“Very unlike you to not go straight for my chest,” Rei teases, her voice still stable though her stand becomes a lot less stable when you get behind her and plant her firmly in front of the mirror. Now she needs both hands to not fall over with how you manhandle her light yet astoundingly thick frame.

“They will get enough appreciation later.” Put emphasis on these words by nibbling her ear. She trembles in excitement.”I want to hear you say it again.”

“Say what again?” Rei once more teases, as you hook a finger into the flimsy excuse of a thong she’d call a stylish bikini, ready to reveal both her aroused entrances. “Oh, that.

“I need you to fill my ass cheeks with your sticky load, pretty please.”

So fake, so lewd, yet so incomparably preposterous. The moment her bikini bottom falls down her long legs, Rei presses her bottom against your cock and it takes barely any effort for you to get it inside her. Talking about bottom, you're close to bottoming out, but Rei’s cute yet also growling cry has you scrambling to find something to gag her. You’re still in public, she can’t be that loud. All you find is the pathetic bikini, which you shove into her pretty little mouth.

“I’m going to fuck you good, but keep it down,” you groan into her ear and give in to the risky, yet irresistible desire to plow her ass. Rei is trying her best, munching and soaking the green in her mouth rather than screaming out your name. You’ll buy her a new, better bikini after this anyways. If she’d ran around in that thing for more than a minute, then you’d need to fuck her the rest of your vacation and that would be—wait, would you even mind that?

You’d do it like this all day long, her wrists in your grasp, her body slightly tilted towards the mirror while you watch her tits bounce with every thrust into her tight back entrance. Rei is at your mercy, only upright because you want to. Each inch you pull out has her scrambling for footing, but you gladly give them back to her, into her, to the point where exactly this has her knees buckling.

“Fuck you’re so… suffocating,” you mumble, the heat from your crotch spread up to your head long ago. The same goes for Rei: a hand on her freely jumping tits confirms it. Her eyes roll into the back of her head when you roll a nipple in between two lazy fingers. It’s not much, but you swear it made her even tighter and less stable.

You lift a leg of hers, feel the sweaty meat of her full thigh make your hand sink deep. It reminds you of a pillow, a comfortable bed—now a waterbed because her orgasm is wet. Rei surrenders her beautiful back onto your chest, eyes closed, mouth ready to voice her pleasure but she has to keep it shut. Outside are people, laughing, gossiping, going about their lives. And in here, you recklessly pound in the still sensitive Rei.

It’s incredible how she still relaxes around you, how easy it is to fill her with a girthy cock. Honest to God, it has you tripping, forward, against the cold mirror. Rei spits out her bikini-gag when her hard nubs touch the reflective surface. You’d stop her ensuing moans from escaping her mouth, but you have to hold onto her thigh and breast. There are just not enough hands to touch every perfect part of her body—and her lips are definitely on that list.

Your orgasm is nigh, hence why you thrust frantically, the claps of a nye pelvis on nye ass now also louder than any background noise if someone is close enough. You can already hear the murmurs from behind the curtains. Someone whispers about hearing weird sounds—you have to bust before you get busted.

Rei’s fishnet-covered foot crawls up a wall. Fucking is now easier, so you put in the final gear and reach for her hips to to smash her back into you. Everything is too loud, too lewd; Rei’s expression, your expression, your combined groans, all the sweaty and love juice trailing down your legs—

The connection of your cock in her ass as if explodes on the final thrust you can muster up. Rei’s anal cavity is stretched and now stuffed to the fullest to the point where pulling out will cause a mess of cataclysmic proportions. You have to stay inside her for longer, plug up the cum filled hole as it sluttily clenches around your sensitive cock.

“Fuck, that was perfect,” Rei groans, her body limp between you and the mirror. You look at her and smile for a second. That round face, adorable, makes for great selfies and family pictures. Mere moments ago, it was drooling and moaning uncontrollably. The duality of Rei.

“Yeah, but how the fuck do we clean this up?” you ask, hands mindlessly on your girlfriend's chest.

“I don’t know, I haven't planned for this scenario. I thought you’d fuck my face and I could swallow it all and then you could fill my ass in the hotel room.”

“Well, we can still do that, but we now need to get out of here.” You try to think for a second before your eyes fall on the fallen bikini thong on the floor. You stop massaging Rei’s breasts and instead reach for her pussy, wet and flushed. “By the way, what was your goal with that ‘bikini’?”

“O-oh, you really don’t like it?”

“It’s just that I wouldn’t be able to help myself but fuck you if you wore that. It’s way too revealing. I don’t want anyone seeing the pussy I fuck and the ass I fill and the tits I fondle—”

“So you want no one seeing me?” Rei moans softly when you rub her clit.

“Yes, cause I love you so fucking much, Rei.”

“Ts, looooser~”

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blueberrypancakesworld · 3 months

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Hey there! So I’ve just recently gotten into Lost Boys, and was wondering if you could write a short where they meet the reader by saving them from the train during the bridge scene? Poor reader is just hanging onto Dwayne for dear life, begging for him not to drop her. And they’re all tryna be funny and make her laugh so she’s less scared. And then they take her home and she’s left flustered cause four hot guys actually talked to her lol.

Our hearts hold you little bat

warning : fluff&comfort, tiny angst, implied flirting

info : Four hot guys that are also vampires what a dream. Happy that you recently gott into tlb. I was very happy writing this for your dear anon. So I hope you like it and have fun reading, everyone else too ;)

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In a town like Santa Carla, it felt like there were only three things to do. You walked along the beach and swam in the sea, you went to the funfair and listened to music or you simply walked through the town and nature in the hope that something would happen.

But your choice fell into the third category. In a town like Santa Carla, she had visited the beach thousands of times, sunbathed in the water and enjoyed diving, which had only led to a few small fish that got boring after ten times.

The funfair and the concerts that would take place almost every weekend. Even after hundreds of thousands of visits, they were still entertaining and she liked dancing, eating cotton candy and singing with her friends and family.

But everything becomes too much at some point and she found that the night in this city slightly outside where you could have your peace and quiet was so much better. Peace and quiet is good too she thought as she looked up at the moon in the background as she turned to the beach which was still lit up, she could still hear the music, the saxophone being played could still be heard here.

"Like my own background music," she quipped and continued along the path, still old but still in use, it seemed to fit everything here. It was the height of strange people in the city while she also saw herself among them, but what was normal in this city?

She knew that she could get scared just as well as the other young adults, children and teenagers. ,,Not the murder capital of the world for nothing," she muttered as she walked along the path and saw the old bridge that Hlz and metal had seen for decades and probably years.

A beautiful constuction that stood under the stars, a constuction with history. History of the place she was interested in the place she was interested in. But one look at the party on the beach made her realize again that although she was having fun, she hadn't found a boyfriend or a relationship here yet, it wasn't that there weren't any dates but it had never happened in any way. She didn't really know how and the boys didn't want to.

But she shook off the thought, the wood creaked under her shoes, the metal seemed to tense up, but not because of her, was it? Something she didn't think about because the only thing she could never remember was when the train was coming. Running her hands over the railing, she didn't see the figures below her, the four beings, the handsome creatures in the form of four boys.

Enjoying the view, she looked at the beach, the city lights, the stars in the sky and the moon. It was a beautiful moment in the darkness of the evening. But this beautiful moment was interrupted by a fibrillation that brought her out of her thoughts as she looked beside her. ,,Oh shit!" she exclaimed as she caught the light and started to run.

She knew the bridge was long, the wood was rotten, the metal was rusty and the path wouldn't take her home straight away. It was as if, for the first time in this town, she was feeling terrified in the face of death. The pleading and running she could hear the horn, the light coming closer and the rattling of the wheels rumbling in her chest.

,,Come on fuck please just a little more" she mumbled but something inside her told her that she couldn't outrun a train traveling several hours and miles. A cry of fear escaped her as she closed her eyes and realized that she was not going to be caught by the train for a second when she suddenly felt arms around her.

Arms that were under a leather jacket, a dark leather jacket with a leopard on the sleeve and a bare torso underneath. ,,Wh-What?" she mumbled as she realized she wasn't caught in the train. But she screamed when she saw the ground beneath her and clung to someone. A person in the air? Confused, she looked at the man who looked at her with a slightly amused grin.

,,I've got you," he said calmly and she clawed at the scratching post like a cat, but the stranger didn't seem to mind. ,,Oh, Dwayne, don't be so shy... hey, sweetheart, do you have to scare us like that?" she heard a voice and looked carefully beside her, clawing even more at Dwayne, who was still holding her like she was nothing. A blond man flew next to them, long blond voluminous hair and a smile on his lips as he put his hand on hers.

,,You're flying? What-what are you Superman?" she asked, still not understanding what was going on, it was like a shadow the four of them. She had seen these four before on the solid but always just like a shadow. A damn good-looking shadow.

A laugh came from the four of them which made her squirm and she made a startled sound as one flew headlong towards her. ,,Don't hate, just grin I mean look at the view...besides I'm Marko, volumen hair is Paul and there in front is David" said the one with the curly hair and she saw the last of the four. She saw the light blond spiky hair, the leather coat and the glimpses of the cigarette.

,,Marko's right, sweetheart... enjoy this night view until you're back on the ground, don't want it to be uncomfortable," David said and gave her a grin as he joined his group. She tried to concentrate on the view, even though she kept looking back at the four of them.

Marko grinned at her and tried to tell her stories, Paul made bad jokes, David offered her a cigarette every now and then and talked about something, and Dwayne praised her for how well she was doing. The beauty of the creatures no it wasn't true she had seen the pointy fangs. These four beautiful vampires were really the best part of the night.

At some point it was quite nice to see the city from above and especially Dwayne's hands still holding her. She gave the four of them her address as the morning slowly threatened to come again and they flew there.

Luckily for her, she had left her window open because having to explain to her parents why four punky looking boys were standing outside the house was complicated.

,,Here sweetie," said Dwayne, gently helping her through the window as she finally got her feet back on the ground and the four of them hovered in front of her window. It was only now that she realized what had happened that a grin came to her lips and she could barely contain her excitement.

Four handsome vampires had rescued her and flown through the night. that was incredible i mean the train-you vampires...thank you for everything" she thanked the four of them who smiled at her.

,,Oh sweetie you have no idea how good everything will be tomorrow night at the same time" David mumbled and she knew she would be there, knew she was flying with the four of them again. But most of all she knew that there was now a fourth option. To roam the night with the lost boys.

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#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #tlb david x reader #tlb dwayne x reader #tlb paul x reader #tlb marko x reader #tlb david #tlb marko #tlb dwayne #tlb paul

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bri-in-ur-attic · 1 year

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One should keep their Promises

Yandere?Ayato x gn!reader (sfw)

Skipped the Irodori event from a long ass time ago now so there’s prob inaccurate info abt it here

I tried to make Ayato as little of a yandere as possible while also being one lol, he’s just mostly obsessed and delusional

yall this fic took me forever to do, its the longest one ive ever written too over 3k sheesh (started this bitch back in April of last year holy shit)

warnings: minor yan themes??, very little spoilers for Ayato’s past, smiiiiidge angst

remember behavior like this irl is shitty behavior that should never be condoned. this is PURELY FICTION I wrote this for fun and to improve my writing

Back when times were simple, back when Ayato’s beloved parents were still alive and when he could enjoy his childhood, a young teen Ayato snuck out of the estate just for the fun of it, he wanted to feel the rebellious energy of breaking the rules, he was just going to be out for an hour or two. Ayato took a kitsune mask with him to conceal his identity and made it to Chinju Forest, then that was when he heard it, the sound of an Shamisen playing along with a sweet humming to harmonize with

He almost mistakes you for an beautiful spirit, Ayato took off the mask for a second to witness your performance with his own eyes

Putting the mask back on, he carefully strolls towards you and taps your shoulder

You flinched and turn around to see someone your age with a kitsune mask, he waved at you and you give a small nervous wave back

“I apologize if I had startled you, but I like how you play your instrument! Could you perhaps continue?”

“O-oh uhm, s-sure!..”

Little you was still flustered but still managed to play your Shamisen skillfully.

Even with a bit of a awkward first meeting, the two of you got along well with together, so much so that you two would continue to meet up for the next three months, although Ayato would continue to wear his kitsune mask, not that he didn’t trust you, he put it on as precaution if scummy people were to encounter the heir of the Kamisato clan out in the open vulnerable, it would endanger not only himself, but you as well.

You seemed to enjoy Ayato’s company and vice versa

Though Ayato might’ve enjoyed yours a little much as even at a young age he wanted to marry you already, he knew it had to be love at first sight!

The two of you experienced what Ayato couldn’t have back at home, companionship of another his age

Then at the third month of meeting up with each other, he dropped the proposition

“Y/n, marry me.”

You obviously were taken aback by his sudden proposal, not only did you just reach your teens, the two of you knew each other for only three months!

“What?? Isn't it too early to even think about that?”

“I mean when we’re grown up, when we’re adults, let's marry!”

You still seemed hesitant as you met each other only three months ago! The kitsune-masked boy didn't even tell you his name for crying out loud!

“I still don’t know, I mean, you haven’t even told me your name yet and I don’t even know what you look like.” you say with a little pout

Ayato thought your expression was very cute but his heart clenches a little, he wants to badly reveal his identity, but he can’t risk it, and he didn’t want you change your view of him if you found out that he was from a high noble clan, just not now

He then reached for your hands

“I promise I will tell and show you who I am one day, please just trust me Y/n.”

The expression on your face doesn’t change, Ayato was getting worried

With sigh, you suddenly lean your forehead on his mask-covered forehead

Ayato was shocked by your immediate move of intimacy and he was thankful for the mask covering up his blushing cheeks which were now red as beets, but he had no complaints as he wraps his arms around you

Now it was your turn to be shocked, but you slowly lean into his body, you inhaled the scent of his clothing through your nose a bit, he definitely had a scent that implied he was from a noble clan, but you didn’t care, you loved him for him

“Promise me that you’ll marry me Y/n.”

“I promise.”

But the kitsune-masked boy never returned after that day

You came back every day for him hoping he would return, but he never did. This was the first time you’ve experienced heartbreak, you felt betrayed, abandoned, maybe that boy was just toying with you for his own amusement, maybe you were just a plaything that he got bored of and forgot about after playing with your feelings. And so you decide to stop showing up and move on with life.

Over the years you still continued to play your Shamisen despite the lingering sad memories you’ve had because of it. Of course, you managed to move on and not be a slave of the heartbreak and putting all your passion on music, and then that was how you received an Anemo Vision

While you moved on and lived a carefree and fun life, Ayato was in misery

He desperately wanted to visit you again, but his parents had fallen ill and soon passed away leaving the burden of growing up too fast and becoming the Clan leader at an age too early

But Ayato’s duties came first and he had a sister to look after too but he still would remember and keep the promise the two of you made that day, he will meet you again one day and marry you, he would tear this island apart to see you again

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Many years later, you were now an adult, sometimes you would recall the kitsune-masked boy and laugh at how silly the Romeo-Juliet love story you had with him was, teenage hormones really took over you that day, as naive you were, younger you’s feelings for him back in the day were real

Oh well, no need to dwell on the past anymore

You had a group of pals you joined with who were also musically talented, the group would travel around Narukami Island and perform and even managed to earn a bit of income as well!

Now with the Irodori Festival, this was the perfect opportunity to gain a large crowd since many more were arriving from around Teyvat thanks to Inazuma’s borders opening again

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Your group decided to make a short play about a cheesy love story of two lovers who were forbidden to be together, you were against the idea at first but your other groupmates voted for the cheesy play, with reluctance, you gave a thumbs up

The time had come for the play, a crowd started to form excited for what band had planned for this time

Ayato and the Traveler with their floating companion were visiting and touring around the festival’s spoils

From time to time, you always appeared on his mind, to say he still wasn’t over you would be an understatement to an extent. He never forgot how younger him impulsively proposed to you without even revealing his true identity, but despite that, you loved him, you accepted his proposal to marry him one day

So imagine how much it pained Ayato having no choice but to leave you and only to finally be able to come back and not see you

Of course, he couldn’t blame you, it took him about six years to finally come back, but you didn’t forget your promise, right?

He missed you dearly after all, he missed the friendliness of your nature, your kindness, your music, and of course, your love. On days where stress overtook him, Ayato couldn’t indulge in you physically, and so he gets lost in memories of the past feeling the love of those memories over and over again

“Come on Y/n! Join the dance!!!”

Lavender eyes widen at the mention of the name and slowly turns his head towards the direction where the name was yelled

“Uh hey Ayato, are you ok?” the floating child asked concerned while waving her short arms towards him

“Y-yes, please excuse me for a second.”

And with that Ayato speed walked towards the way where Y/n was mentioned. He could see a crowd around a group of performers who were singing and dancing and then..

There you were, his beloved Y/n

His mouth agape as he laid eyes on you as he admires how much you’ve grown since then, you were somehow more beautiful. Ayato noticed that you too had earned a vision, then his eyes started to dart towards how your hips were swaying with the beat of music, he blushed deeply and mentally slapped himself for eyeing you inappropriately after not seeing you in years

Even after all these years, you were still playing the Shamisen, the same instrument you had played that attracted him towards you all those years ago. During the rest of the play, Ayato wasn't paying attention to the your fellow group members, his full attention was on you as he ignored the shocked faces of some people who couldn't believe the Yashiro Commissioner was there

You truly were still enchanting

After the play, the crowd claps and soon departs, only for the high and mighty Lord Ayato to remain as he was hiding behind an alley after the play was over to not attract unwanted attention towards him

"Good job crew! We had quite a crowd today! Think it's the biggest one we've had!"

"You too Y/n! I didn't really think you could dance, sing and play at the same time!"

"Hmph, I'm still not really happy with you pulling me in the front, Kenshi."

"Oh hush, you never perform in the front, you just needed a gentle push."

You roll your eyes as you and Kenichi pack up the equipment with the rest of the group going out to get some snacks

"Besides, I think you did a wonderful performance Y/n "

"I agree, for I think that was the best Shamisen solo I've ever heard."

A man in high noble attire with sharp sapphire eyes suddenly engages in the conversation

Something about him was

Awfully familiar

Kenshi then nudges you

“G-greetings Lord Ayato!” Kenshi says as she bows elbowing you to do the same

Ah so that’s why he felt familiar, but there’s something more about this man that you couldn't quite put your finger on

You give a small bow of simply tilting your head downwards

“Good afternoon, I just came by to compliment on how well your group has done on the play. The singing, dancing and the composition.”

Lord Ayato for some reason kept his eyes mostly directed at you, it made you a bit uncomfortable

“T-thanks- I mean- thank you my Lord.”

Screw all this fancy talking, you just wanted to hurry up leave and enjoy your sweet Dango milk

“Say, considering how talented you are Y/n, would you perhaps grant me the honor of performing in the Kamisato Estate personally for my sister and I? She would love to witness your talents.”

Both you and Kenshi were flabbergasted on the Lord’s sudden proposition

‘Marry me, Y/n.’

The memory suddenly rewinded in your head, why did that happen?....

“Y/n? You good? You have to accept this offer!!” Kenshi said as she gently placed her hand on your shoulder

“OH! Oh uhm, yes! I will be honored to perform for your family and you, my Lord..”

“That’s splendid, tomorrow morning then, see you until then Y/n, don’t keep us waiting too long.”

And with that, the Kamisato Lord elegantly walks off, with a grin obsessively love-sick that you didn’t see

With his presence finally gone, you lean on Kenshi’s shoulder a bit, exhausted

“Hey Y/n, are you ok?”

“I..don’t know…”

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Morning had arrived too soon

With each step that took you closer to the grand Kamisato Estate, anticipation dreads over you

Meanwhile Ayato woke up more early than usual, he was already ready as soon as the sun had rose

“Dear brother, why have you waken so early in the morning?”

“Ah, well we have a special guest coming in soon, Ayaka.”

Foolish Ayato, he had forgotten to inform his sister that you were arriving

Maybe he shouldn’t had woken up so early, hours what felt like eternity were actually 30 minutes

With a scoff, Ayato began to write down witty lines he could say to you, wedding locations and even went as far as listing some names for your possible future kids

After about half an hour of scribbling, he accidently dozes off and falls asleep

In Ayato’s dreams, there was a vision of a past memory of when he proposed to you in your teens, and then he sweetly dreamed of the inevitable future with you snuggling up with him in bed, greeting him with kisses after a long day of work. What Ayato saw next in his dreams was the cherry on top of his fantasies, you and him on the field that he too went to with his family as a child, and suddenly two kids come running up to the both of you, this was what all that he ever wanted, a family. Of course, he had his dear sister, but a loving spouse and 2 beautiful children maybe even more was perfect. A family he could build with the love of his life

But the dream ends before he could indulge in them further as a knock awakens him

“Lord Kamisato, a musician has arrived proclaiming that you invited them in the estate.”

Perfect

“Ah yes I did, do let them in.”

It’s ok, his dreams would become a reality soon after all

—--------------------

“Good morning musician, I pray you have had a good night’s rest?”

“Quite milord.”

In reality, you haven’t. You had barely gotten sleep due to the fact of how uncomfortably familiar Kamisato Ayato was, you were dreading the morning as you wanted to stay away from him, besides, politicians are always bad news, maybe it wasn’t a good idea to accept his proposition. But with Ayato being a very high official ranking nobleman, he could probably send good word across Inazuma for not only your band but yourself as well

“Oh hello! You must be the musician the Lord as invited!”

A blonde man walks in waving towards you, his aura was nice to be around compared to Ayato’s

Sending a shy wave back towards the blonde man, a beautiful lady in armor approached

“Good morning everyone, I see that the musician has arrived shall we head inside the estate?”

—--------------------

During your solo performance, you mostly focused your eye contact with Lady Ayaka and Thoma as they were more pleasant to be around in contrast to Ayato’s authoritive self

He was,, strange around you

His gaze towards you were as if he’s analyzing you to find your weak points, even when he was walking beside you when heading inside the estate you caught him eyeing you, but you can’t deny that he sure does a pretty face, a really pretty one in fact

And with the final chord strung to conclude your show, you accidently come in eye contact with him

Piercing blue eyes meets the e/c briefly

“What a beautiful performance Mx. Y/n! I never heard anyone play the Shamisen played in that style!”

“I agree with Lady Ayaka Y/n! Quite the solo you did.”

With their compliments, you slightly blushed and lowered your head in respect and gratitude

“Hm, couldn’t had said it better myself, you certainly are talented y/n.”

“Thank you milord.”

You only offered him a side glance in which you cursed to yourself as that rude action might get you in trouble, thankfully Ayato didn’t seem to mind as he only chuckled

“I would actually like to have a few private words with y/n here, I personally have some curious questions to ask them.”

Both Ayaka and Thoma widened their eyes towards Ayato’s request, but granted it as they both got up and went out

“Dear brother, do make it quick for Mx. Y/n”

Letting out an airy laugh, Ayaka and Thoma leaves you alone with Ayato with Thoma giving a small smile towards you

‘Please don’t leave me with him...’

“Musician, please, may you direct your attention towards me?” Ayato says while placing a hand on your shoulder

With a sigh, you turn your head and to be met with something that you desperately tried to repress from your memories

The mask of the boy you met all those years ago

“Y-you..no-no way..”

“Hehe, Y/n my dear, it has been way too long.” he says while stroking your cheek

Due to the mask being too small for Ayato to wear, he simply placed it in front of his face, but regardless, you feel as if you were back in that forest with him all those years ago

You stare at mask, memories of your teen years flashing before your eyes

Shock turns into despair and finally into anger

No way you were going to let this man try to crawl back into your life after he ditched from yours

With all professionalism and manners thrown the window, you slap his hand that was cupping on your cheek away harshly, unintentionally enhancing the slap with anemo

“I see you also gained a Vision over the years.” Ayato says while grabbing his hand

“No thanks to you for breaking younger me’s heart, gaining my Vision from moving on from how you discarded my feelings is the only positive thing I’ll ever view from ever meeting you.”

For a brief second, Ayato’s expression was laced with heartbreak, this was all a simple misunderstanding

“My dea-”

“Don’t. Call. Me. That. I no longer wish to be part of your life, you clearly didn’t want to be part of mine back then anyway.”

Turning your heels and ready to bust down the door, you suddenly felt a harsh grip on your arm

“NO! I wanted to return to you that day! I wanted to marry you one day! I was forced to be away from your life!”

Stopping on your tracks and your back still facing Ayato, your anger melted away and turned into empathy and your heart was beating fast at the reminder of him purposing to you that day

Taking your silence as a sign to continue, Ayato trails his hand down your arm to grab your hand

“My flower, my mother and father had fallen terribly ill at the worst of times and their conditions only worsened until they eventually passed and I had to take over as Clan leader..” Ayato slightly chocked on his words upon talking about his parents

“I can’t express on how much I am truly sorry for leaving you without a word, but I wish you can forgive me and let us start over.”

Despite being inside the estate, it felt as if the wind was blowing

“No.”

Finally looking up to meet with Ayato’s piercing gaze, you would be lying if you said that it didn’t send shiver down your spine

“And, why would that be if I may ask?” His eyes darkened, from pleading to menacing

“Look, I can forgive you because you provided an very understandable explanation, but I have moved on a long time ago, you should too Ayato.”

“But, you promised.”

“Correction, teen me promised, I don’t pledge you jack shit.”

Silence was what was left, you were left in limbo of what to do next, you contemplated running away

Ayato then removes his glove, the one that was on the hand you hit earlier

“Do you see this? You seem to have left a nasty bruise on me, this can be considered physical assault towards me, a Yashiro Commissioner.”

‘Curses, I didn’t even mean to use my elemental powers on him...’

“Now Y/n dear, if you want no criminal charges against you, I suggest you to give away to me.”

Your mind had shut down, this was it, your life was completely butchered up thanks to this dangerous and deluded man you met years ago, regret of stepping foot in that damned forest in the first place washes over you

But, you have nothing to lose at this point minus your dignity, and you conclude that your bandmates will be ok without you

Clenching your fist, you close your eyes

‘I must make it to the docks, I’m sorry guys.’

“Well? What is your move, dea-”

With a powerful gust of wind, the ceiling collapses and causes Ayato to stumble back a few feet, the person of Ayato’s affections was gone in a puff

While covering his face with his arm, Ayato’s face hardens with shock and frustration

Fine, if it’s a game of the cat chasing the mouse, he’ll give you a game

Guards come bursting in, taken aback by the debris

“My Lord, what has happen-”

“Look for a figure that carries a Shamisen with h/c hair, I want them alive and well.”

“Understood sir.” And with that, the guards left to prepare for the search

With a sinister smile and low chuckle, Ayato covers his face with his bruised hand, brushing his lips over the marked part

“You can run my dear, but you won’t be able to hide for long.”

A/n: The y/n rizz is so strong that Ayato simped for over a decade

#genshin impact x reader #kamisato ayato x reader #yandere x reader #yandere #genshin x reader #ayato x reader #kamisato ayato #yandere kamisato ayato

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A Play of Vigorous Wisdom (PART THREE)

Interdarshan Championship Event x Reader (Genshin 3.6) Scaramouche/Wanderer x Reader

oh god, i'm so sorry this took like such a while to get out. i had so much going on and was extremely busy that I completely forgot i even had tumblr lol (and i will admit that procrastination played a part of this). I'm very sorry for keeping you guys waiting - genshin has already reached it's version 3.8 and the next will be fontaine while this whole event I'm writing about was back in version 3.6

ugh, i'm so dead...... but i did my best to finish this as possible!

PART ONE, PART TWO, PART THREE BONUS - Fighting For The Diadem (Cyno, Tighnari, Kaveh, Layla, Faruzan)

Hope you enjoy!

Today is still a rest day from the second round of the Interdarshan Championship. And, tomorrow will be the start of the third round of the competition. With the third round coming soon, all people around in the Akademiya Extravaganza were anticipating who could win this year.

You were one of the representatives of Vahumana along with your partner, Wanderer, but known as Hat Guy. Archons, the name of your boyfriend is just hilarious. You guys only participated in this event because of Nahida's request so both of you didn't have motivation or a motive to win this at all.

You didn't mind if you didn't win, you were extremely burnt out from participating other events and work from the Akademiya was already stressful enough.

But, as you were walking, you were kind of irritated that people around this time were talking about how you and Hat Guy weren't making an effort in participating the event.

"Vahumana literally has zero points…"

"What are they? Lazy?"

"Poor them. They are last place by this point."

If you weren't doing this because of Nahida's request and if you weren't tired right now, you would actually be ticked off, storm to them, and give them a piece of your mind. But you realize what they say is close enough as everyone already knows we aren't doing anything.

You just ignored what they were saying as you entered into the House of Daena.

The beautiful library stood out to the Akademiya as usual. The atmosphere of stepping into this wide-open place was enchanting, as everything felt peaceful and calming. Even though you've been heard more than once, it still became a comforting zone for you.

"Hey, (Name)!" A/N: I decided to change (y/n) into (name) because i realized typing out y/n is a hassle 💃(I'm doing this for all of my works now)

You turned to see your Vahumana friends calling out to you as they sat at a table filled with documents and books lying around them.

You have made friends with them ever since you enrolled in this darshan. They were just as chaotic as you and had similar interests to you. You guys always chat with one another at the House Of Daena and even during classes. Your friends love to share gossip with you because they all like to keep up with news about the Akademiya, either for curiosity or just drama. (If it wasn't for them, you wouldn't have known that your boyfriend was Hat Guy.)

You walked up to them. "Hey, guys."

"(Name)!" One of your friends, Arman, smiled at you. "I'm glad to see you again."

Your other friend Rahim was just doing some work, he did wave at you, but he seemed too busy.

Cyra, another friend of yours, smiled. "So, how's our little Vahumana representative going on?"

"Oh, I'm fine. Although, we are in last place." You answered.

Your friends didn't react or are mad at you at all. They all assumed you only became a participant because you were chosen by the majority recommendation. They knew how tiring it has been for you these past few days in the Akademiya. In reality, that was your cover-up which Nahida did for you.

Cyra hummed before widening. "Oh, yeah, Hat Guy was your partner, right? You finally got to meet him!"

You smiled as you nodded. "Yeah, I did."

Your relationship with Wanderer is private so nobody really knew you two were a thing, except for Nahida, The Traveler, and Paimon.

Rahim chimed in. "Yeah, Hat Guy is kind of cute…"

"Mhm. I will say he is beautiful." You chuckled.

"Right!? I immediately died the moment I saw him!" Cyra beamed. "Whoever ends up with him is so lucky…"

"Why do you guys like him?" Arman raised an eyebrow. "That guy always seems so grumpy like a little brat."

"He's hot!"

You giggled at the way they talk about your boyfriend. You don't blame them, honestly because it's true.

The next few moments between the four of you were just conversing about how everyone was doing recently, like how your friends were all complaining about how their lessons and research were getting more complicated by the day. You tell them a bit of your experience with the previous rounds of the championship.

Until Rahim said something interesting. "Hey, guys, I want to tell you something I found weird…"

"Hmm, what is it?" You turned to him.

Rahim muttered. "I heard that someone is planning to kidnap Sachin…"

Your eyes widened in confusion and shock. Arman had the same reaction. But Cyra just looked puzzled.

"Huh? Who's Sachin?" Cyra asked.

Arman rolled his eyes at her. "He's the one sponsoring the Interdarshan Championship. He's also the researcher who found the Diadem Of Knowledge."

"Oh, that guy…" Cyra mumbled.

You ignored her as you asked. "Where did you hear that from?"

"The night when the second round of the championship has finished, I heard Aarav, one of the Matras talking about how someone is planning to kidnap Sachin," Rahim said. "I saw him talking with the Traveler."

"The Traveler? You mean the infamous traveler all over Teyvat with their companion Paimon?" Arman asked.

You furrowed your eyebrows, taking into this new information you had just learned. You weren't that surprised if the Traveler themselves already knew something about the championship and Sachin, but it still did catch you off guard by how fast they knew more.

"Rahim, did you hear anything else in their conversations?"

He answered. "Well, I've heard that the people who are planning to kidnap Sachin were just a bunch of Eremites and the matra will take action into this immediately. Besides that, all they really talked about was what kind of a person Sachin is and how the Aarav gave the idea of the traveler to also investigate. That's all."

You hummed. "I see."

"(Name), I'd say you shouldn't worry and get yourself involve to this mess. Besides, if the Traveler is taking care of it, then I'm sure it will be handled any time soon." Cyra smiled.

"Yeah, you're right." You smiled back at her. "I won't."

I will.

...

You had just finished explaining to your boyfriend what you heard, but it seemed to make him be in deep thought for a while.

"Huh, I kind of figured that was the case..." Wanderer muttered. "I remember overhearing two girls talking about suspicious tourists at the cafe."

"So, these suspicious tourists are supposedly the ones planning to kidnap or kill Sachin..." You said.

"That seems to be the case, yes." He sighed. "Another pain to deal with."

You said. "Hmm, I say we should stop them before the third round tomorrow. Who knows if they will be striking or disrupting the Extravaganza..."

"I suppose." Then you see him smirk. "Besides, just beating up a bunch of scums would be extremely fun and bring me energy up for the third round."

"I say you save your remaining energy for tomorrow, Hat Guy."

"Seriously? I thought that you would forget about that name."

"Well, I did a bit but I think it suits you pretty well."

"Please no."

"Hat guy? More like Hot G-"

"Finish that sentence and I throw you out to the window again."

"OKAY! OKAY!"

...

"So, shall we go ahead and do it now?" You asked him.

He shook his head. "No, because if we do it now, they will still have more time to sabotage and execute their plan. It's better if we just do it tomorrow. Besides, I'm too tired for this shit."

"But the third round literally starts at 11:00 AM?" You exclaimed in disbelief in which your boyfriend just rolled his eyes

"Then, we'll just have to do it before that. It's not my fault your sleeping schedule is messed up."

"You sombrero bitch-"

...

The next morning - 11:05 AM

Every contestant is now at Mawtiwya Forest near the venue. Alhaitham and Nilou talked to each other or set things up while the contestants were wandering around the area or talking to each other until the grand sage's voice gained everyone's attention.

"Everyone, we are about to begin the third round." Alhaitham walked up front with Nilou beside him. "I will now explain this championship's third and final round."

"The diadem of knowledge is placed somewhere in Mawtiyama Forest. Your goal is to reach the diadem, bring it back, and place it on the stand. Because of our scoring system, the first person to do this will get four points and will likely be the winner of this year's championship."

"And I will say in advance that you are allowed to use your vision or any other strategy you wish to pull off," Nilou said. "It doesn't matter what you do, as long as you have the diadem."

You gasped as you thought. 'Combat? Meh, it's better than finding butterflies or Ley Lines. Although, I'm still tired from fighting them... I didn't get enough sleep!'

...

AN HOUR AGO

...

You and Wanderer were now outside of Sumeru City, inspecting the area around in sight of the kidnappers or any group that is treasure hoarders.

You were pretty drowsy as you had just woken up. "Ugh..."

"Quit whining and keep looking." Wanderer sighed. "I told you. You should've slept early."

"It wasn't my fault!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

You both continue to walk, you were slumping a bit, clearly tired until Wanderer put an arm upfront to stop you. You were about to question him until you felt him pull you behind a tree.

You look past his shoulders to see treasure hoarders. They were talking very loud and in the midst of it, about Sachin. There also seem to be someone else that had a completely different attire than them. But from the looks of it, they were clearly working together.

"It's clearly them," Wanderer uttered.

"Yeah, no shit." You said

As if anybody would say anything else, another voice spoke up quietly behind you two. "Well, well, I didn't expect to see you two hear."

Your eyes widen, quickly turn around to find someone you didn't expect.

"Alhaitham!?" You said surprised as Wanderer looked at him, unbothered.

The latter crossed his arms. "I can tell we are both here for the same reason, for the group who are planning to kidnap Sachin. Why else would you both be out here?"

"So what? Are you going to snitch on us or punish us for trying to get to the bottom of this?" Wanderer inquired.

"No, actually. In fact, the two of you being here would make this a lot easier." Alhaitham smirk. "I want to question them, but they would obviously put up a fight. So, if you can defeat them, I can question them smoothly. I know you both were here to fight them anyways so that they won't disturb the third round, am I right?"

"...Yes." You sighed. "Fine."

"Seriously?" Wanderer deadpanned.

"Well, we're going to beat their asses either way."

The eremites' conversations are cut short when they see you and Wanderer walking up to them.

One of them stopped you. "You looking for trouble?"

You didn't respond as you threw your polearm near the treasure hoarder. They barely dodged it as Wanderer flew up with his vision and started to throw his anemo wind blades.

All of them screamed and protest but as you start using your anemo vision, both of you showed no mercy and didn't say anything to them as you continue to beat them all.

...

You sighed, remembering that moment. For some reason, you thought you see Alhaitham flash you a smirk. You shook your head as you try to focus because the third round is going to start, and you will be using a lot of energy today.

"You look already worn out and the round hasn't even started." Wanderer eyed you. "Archons, you don't listen to me when I tell you to sleep."

"I do what I want." You say, looking away, yawning a bit.

"Do you at least know what to do..?" He asked making you nod.

"Of course! We just have to get the diadem in place first!"

"Hey, if you can't do that much if you're that tired, don't force yourself, alright?" He whispers to you softly.

You look at him, knowing he's somewhat concerned. You reassuringly smiled at him. "It's okay, I'll be fine. I won't."

He nods, as now you both turn to the hosts.

"Alright, if all of these rules are clear..." Alhiatham said. "The round starts..... now."

Immediately, everyone took running off to Mawtiwya forest.

Third round begins.

...

You and Wanderer were faster than the others with the other contestants trying to catch up. Probably because both of your anemo abilities were more overpowered than anyone since he could fly and you have faster speed from your skills. It was quite surprising because you still felt tired.

"Go to the west, I'll head east," Wanderer commanded out for you as he flew away to the right. You rolled your eyes at his harsh tone but went ahead to the left side of the forest. As you ran to the direction, you see behind your shoulder Faruzan and Layla running to the same direction you are heading.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, junior. But I still wish you two the best of luck. And don't take what I do to heart after this round, I will try and do the same with you too~" Faruzan winked at you as she continue run up ahead and went into a different part of the forest.

After she went away, you turn to Layla next to you as you said. "May the best win, Layla."

"Oh, you too! Good luck!" Layla nervously said but you can hear how genuine she is with her encouragement to you.

You went ahead to different parts of the forest, still in no sight of the diadem. You also ran into the other contestants during the middle of it. It was a pain for you. It was just like exploring the areas when you first came to Sumeru. Although it was fun for you, it can be a bit irritating to not find anything you're looking for. You remember the pain of finding at least chests all by yourself in giant forests in all of the other nations you visited.

While doing so, you even saw Wanderer a few times. He was legit flying around like he was a fucking fairy or an insect. You gave him a deadpanned look every time and, he literally sticks out his iconic tongue expression on you all the time. God, he's been always doing that when you're busy and you sometimes feel like he does them even when you're not here.

The other contestants, they didn't really say that much to you when you ran into them. You and they were all focused intently on finding the diadem fast.

You were out of luck as you searched everywhere until...

Out of the corner of your eyes, you see Layla running holding the diadem. It seems she found it first

Your eyes widen as you immediately dash after her.

...

As Layla had successfully retrieved the diadem swiftly and quietly, she knew it wouldn't last very long but still did her best to keep a low profile and try and head to the venue as quick as possible. And now she sees in the corner of her eyes in surprise as you run after her, trying to keep up her pace. She was starting to pant heavily from running faster than usual.

But her blood ran cold as she stopped to see Faruzan ahead, blocking her path. Layla had to act fast because she knew you were still following and catching up to her, and now she had to deflect whatever Faruzan was planning.

As soon as the girl sees the astrology girl, Faruzan releases one of her mechanical devices infused with her anemo vision that immediately darts straight in Layla's direction. The moment it was about to hurt Layla in any way, she quickly summoned a cyro shield around her. The shield protected her as the device hit the shield and immediately went through different directions instead.

Seeing the machine take off, Layla attempts to run again, but Faruzan decides to block her path by running up to her completely. The two of them are completely unaware of the two Vahumana representatives after them.

Layla and Faruzan both stopped running as they felt a sudden swift wind blowing against the both of them, and both don't see the diadem anymore in Layla's arms. The latter looked confused and surprised, while the other girl knew as she looked behind her to see the two people behind her.

Hat Guy to them or known as Wanderer, flew with the diadem now in his hands while you were on the ground with your polearm in one of your hands. Wanderer threw the diadem at you, and you catch it. You both share a quick high-five as Wanderer flies fast next to you as you run beside him. Hat Guy smirks and chuckles at Layla and Faruzan.

Triggered, Faruzan quickly summons another one of her devices that sends off quickly that seems to be following after you. You quickly sense a gust of wind after you, which you knew was the device.

You use your polearm from your hand, infusing your weapon with your anemo vision before taking a brief turn of the crazy and fast device up ahead. As you run, you swing your polearm at the device, hitting it perfectly and knocking it backward.

After you knocked it, Wanderer used his anemo skills and sent an anemo wind blade to the device, knocking it even more powerful. It now sends it backward to Layla and Faruzan strong. Both girls barely managed to dodge it in time by moving out of the way of the broken device on the ground. Layla looked shocked, while Faruzan was more mad as she watched two of you fly and run away with the diadem.

...

After a brief moment of dealing with Layla and Faruzan, you groaned in frustration as you see in the corner of your eyes Tighnari aiming his bow and arrows at the two of you. Once Tighnari meets your stare, he immediately shoots multiple arrows from his charged attack.

You crawled and rolled to the ground as you avoided them. Wanderer, instead just flew fast straight past the arrows, unbothered by his iconic dark laugh. In the midst of it, you had time to admire and gaped at your boyfriend. Like your mind for a brief moment was just admiring him and boasting to yourself how he's your man. What can you say? You do love him.

Snapping out of your thoughts, you used your anemo vision with your weapon once again and swung the polearm that was aimed toward Wanderer. The polearm rolls around in the air until it is caught by the owner.

Cyno grabs it and dashes forward in front of you and Wanderer. He immediately passes by you and tries to send an attack on your boyfriend. Wanderer flew, dodging it and sending his wind blades, initiating the personal fight between them.

As you were about to step into the fight, Wanderer gave you a stern glare. You knew him well enough what he was trying to say, he is telling you to just go with the diadem and break eye contact as he dodged Cyno's strike. You quickly nodded and ran away from their fight with the diadem in your hands, keeping it secured.

Tighnari was up high in one of the mushrooms in the forest again. As soon as he sees you running, he aims and throws his Vijnana Stormheart from above at you. You barely notice it, but you avoid it quickly by performing an anemo lunge forward from your elemental skill before resuming to dashing away. In the process, it also destroyed the stormheart.

You see that Tighnari is planning on hitting you with his charged attacks again. The moment the arrows have been released, you performed multiple slashes with your anemo lunge. You also swing your polearm and destroyed some of his arrows.

Meanwhile, Wanderer and Cyno continue to fight each other. Both swing attacks and send them to each other while dodging and retaliating. The Wanderer only continues to fight, so that it will distract the general mahamatra so that he doesn't go after you.

But that seemed to fail immediately because Cyno noticed your figure running away with something shiny with you. He realize that your partner didn't have the diadem in him, so that would mean...

The moment he realized, Cyno pushed Wanderer away and quickly sprinted after you. Wanderer's eyes widen in shock before he quickly flew after him.

...

After dealing with Tighnari, you yelped as you rolled to the floor, dodging the incoming electro strike coming after you. You briefly glanced and knew it was Cyno who did it. After his failed strike, he immediately started to attack you again. You were left with no choice but to fight against him.

Wanderer, still flying, squinted his eyes a bit to see the fight happening. Cyno was simply swinging his polearm around to attack you while you deflected it by performing your own polearm attacks and using your anemo vision infused. Both of your polearms clashing against each other, some attacks where you used your anemo vision to send off anemo attacks that swirl around Cyno and your charged attack to give him a hard time. General mahamatra deflected your attacks with his polearm and did more of his electro strikes.

As Wanderer was about to fly over, he noticed and turned around to see Kaveh flying towards him, clutching a device from Faruzan that seemed out of control. The moment that Kaveh flies past him with the device, he uses his anemo-charged attack on him that sends Kaveh blasting away.

Kaveh was sent off flying in the direction of you and Cyno's fight. Immediately, Cyno noticed and leaped out of the path when Kaveh grew near Wanderer's blast. But you barely had time to react when Kaveh hit his body against yours, making you yelp as you were thrown off above. It was such a powerful impact because you lost grip of the diadem that was also knocked into the air. Your body was about to fall to the ground when a gust of wind flew past, and a pair of arms held you tightly from above. Wanderer holds you in his arms while still flying.

The diadem that was knocked into the air was about to land when Kaveh used Mehrak to grab hold of the diadem in the air as he continued to slide onto the floor. He threw the diadem that was still secured to his toolbox. The diadem rolled into the sky before lunging forward in Kaveh's direction.

Kaveh was thrown off even more into the path further because of the diadem of knowledge's impact on his chest. Kaveh flew again and crashed onto the ground with the diadem of knowledge in his hands. It was a perfect moment for him since Kaveh crashed in front of the third round's venue.

...

You watch Kaveh from a distance walking to the stand tiredly, about to put the diadem onto the stand.

A dark chuckle blew against your ear, making it tickle you. You deadpanned as you turned to Wanderer. He was still flying and holding you in his arms since he caught you.

"...Didn't I tell you to not force yourself? And look at that. Sleeping beauty in my arms~" Wanderer smirks making you glare at him.

You held your glare for a while before laughing. "Well, thank you, my beautiful knight." You both smile for a bit before turning to the scene where Kaveh is talking to the ghost-like figure of Sachin.

Everyone seems distracted by the scene so nobody really paid attention to the Vahuman students wherein one was holding the other.

Wanderer sighed. "...Well, we lost. Do you want to stay and listen?"

You immediately shook your head. "Nah, let's go." Your boyfriend smirked as he flew away with you in his arms. No one noticed, except two certain traveling companions.

...

After the whole fiasco of Sachin's speech and Kaveh breaking the diadem of knowledge and refusing to take upon Sachin's research, Kaveh is declared the winner of this year's Interdarshan Championship.

The two of you were now telling Lesser Lord Kusanali about your findings and your discoveries on the past few days of how the Interdarshan Championship went.

"...I see," Nahida muttered before smiling brightly at you and him. "You both did well. I am proud of you."

"...Well, what shall we do now, Kusanali?" You asked her. "...Is there anything you want to know about Sachin's research?"

"...Actually, yes. I would want to get his research, but I don't plan to use it. Anyways, I would like you both to accompany me." Nahida smiled.

...

Even after the Interdarshan Championship is coming to an end, The Traveler and Paimon decide to head to Aaru Village in hopes to find where Sachin supposedly left his research. The two both arrived and conversed with Alhaitham a bit about his research and his points of view on this matter.

After a while, Alhaitham went off, leaving the Traveler and Paimon. Both were confused as they were waiting for the ones who supposedly would answer their questions, according to Alhaitham.

The two of them were looking through the research left here before hearing multiple footsteps.

"Traveler, Paimon, you're already here." Both turn around to hear Nahida's soft voice speak.

"Nahida! and (Name)!... oh, and Hat Guy..." Paimon muttered as you and Hat Guy were walking beside Nahida. You waved at them as the Traveler also waved back. "Wait, so did you ask them to take part in the Championship?"

"Yes, it was me. Are you surprised?" Nahida raises an eyebrow. But the traveler shook their head and responded. "Actually, not really..."

"Did you know that there was something wrong with the diadem from the start? And if so, why didn't you switch it out for another one?" Paimon asked.

"Because Sachin's research is not mistaken. He spent his entire life researching this topic, and these materials are a result of that." Nahida stated. "These are the crystallization of his wisdom. Yes, I was worried that the material might cause some disruption, but I didn't want to wipe away all his hard work searching for the truth. So instead, I had (Name) and Hat Guy here to help me keep an eye on things."

"Seriously? I think you can stop calling me that now." Wanderer turns down Nahida.

"Why not? I think I like it. It suits you." You grin at him as he sighed. Nahida nodded and smiles too before turning to the others.

"...Well, anyway — if Sachin's chosen successor hadn't been able to handle his research, or if it had brought pain to more people, he would have intervened at a suitable moment."

Hat Guy spoke up beside you. "And after all that, the person Sachin chose, turned his nose up at his life's work. Pretty hilarious."

"I was also hoping that this could be an opportunity for you to learn how to interact with people normally... I even thought it would help you better if (Name) was by your side, but it looks like that didn't work out." Nahida sighed.

"That wasn't necessary. I'm still paying you back for your help, and the last thing I need is more reasons to be indebted to you." He tells Nahida.

"Don't worry, Kusanali. Hat Guy and I sure had a great time together in the championship." You smile at her in which she smiled back.

Paimon interrupted. "Nahida, what did you mean by "Sachin's research is not mistaken"? Does that mean that you approve of his research?"

She hummed in response. "Hmmm. Put it this way instead. Truth, to me, is like a Shroomboar."

(sorry, i'm skipping this because i don't want her speech to take most of this part already... still a good speech though nahida <3) Lesser Lord Kusanali proceeds to tell about her analysis and comparison of how a shroom boar is seen and how she tells how the world is the same.

"Ultimately, my duty as the God of Wisdom is to guide every form of wisdom to a place where it can find its purpose." Nahida finishes.

"That was a long speech," Wanderer muttered.

You nodded "Indeed, but it's a great perspective and I agree with some of her points with it. So, Kusanali, what do you plan to do with the research? Do you plan to keep it or not use it?"

Nahida nodded. "Yes. Because Kaveh, as the successor of this research, does not wish to see these ideas disseminated, I will seal it up."

"But even though Sachin's research could be considered "negative" wisdom, it is still a building block of the truth. If someone wishes to follow in his footsteps in the future, I will not stop them."

Nahida turns to Wanderer. "I also look forward to the day that a member of the Vahumana Darshan can not only comprehend his theories but also find a way out from the despair as well." You smirk knowing who she's referring to.

"Hmph, Vahumana doesn't have that kind of talent..." He trailed off before realizing. "Wait, you're not intending to keep me in Vahumana long-term, are you? Hah, I don't remember signing up to become a scholar. Don't you think I'm useful enough to you as a prisoner?"

Paimon sighed as the Traveler facepalmed. "Oh boy, here we go again..."

"Why not? Don't you want to work in Vahumana with me?" You smile at him.

"As if. I see you already procrastinating a lot and you don't even get enough sleep. It was already a pain to work with you, idiot." He said as you stare at him, offended.

"...We. Do. Not. Talk. About. That. Hat. Guy." You smile darkly at him.

Nahida spoke up. "Well, to that, I would say that in Sumeru, even prisoners have the right to an education. I hope that your studies in Vahumana will help you deal with your own fate, and learn how best to settle old debts from your past."

"By the way, (Name)," You turn to her. "I am really happy about how hard you worked for Vahumana. I've been getting a bit of intel and seeing how much your progress has grown. Even though your habits are bad, your hard work has paid off in your thesis and research."

You blush slightly as you smile at her. "Oh, thank you, Kusanali... I really appreciate it..."

She giggled as she turn to Hat Guy. "I will also review your final thesis myself. I am expecting great things from you, Mr. Hat Guy."

You laughed alongside Nahida at him.

Wanderer rolled his eyes. "...Tsk."

...

...oh my gosh, why did it take so long to get this out... i sincerely apologize everybody... BUT IT'S FINISHED YAYYY

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Until it doesn't hurt

kaz brekker x fem!reader

summary:betrayal leaves some wounds behind, but even more questions when you can't figured out from whom it really came from.

warnings: violence, cursing

type: fluff

part: 12/13

previous part: part 11 masterlist

a/n: please, please, PLEASEEUHH im SO SO SORRY! it has been almost a FUCKING YEAR SINCE THE LAST CHAPTER?! HELLO?! WHO TF DO I THINK I AM? i need to keep myself in line cuz this aint normal! i have been hiatus for soo long i need to pull it together. anywayy, its finished finally. its long ahh hell and im gonna be working on another part immediately so it wont be another 50 years dw. dont mind any grammar mistakes, english is not my first language and i have written one half of this in 2023, so i really dont feel like redoing it lol. i dare you if you can recognize where exactly i picked this draft up again. anyway, pleasee enjoy!!

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She had lost again.

That would be the third time tonight. Her change was getting thin and she predicted it would take one more game before she had to go kill someone for free again. So much for making a ton of money with this job. The girl watched her opponent spoon the coins from the table with one hand, laughing: "One more game and I'll have to dig up another grave, Y/N." Others laughed, so she wasn't the only one thinking that after all. It was logical, she really had to stop playing with grown men, they wasted away their old nights playing poker at this very table and she had other, young people things to do. It would be wise to get up and leave, no one would judge her for that. They would maybe even cheer her on, finally making a rational decision, no one ever seen that before when it came to her. Yet the thought of doing so was being blocked by a high indestructable wall, one that never goes away and will only be built higher.

If she does leave, she has to go home.

Her mother is probably fast asleep already, it is possible she could go to bed unnoticed and leave early in the morning. This option she used very little as Y/N never wanted to come back there. A year ago, after her mother left her blood soak through the wooden floor, Y/N made promise into her scars that she will never lay eyes on mother again. She successed in that for a year so far, becoming a hitman that was quite infamous in town. But her fame started growing from mockery, as she was really addicted to poker.

Her eyes gazed on Tim, the cemetary worker, the buryer as she liked to call him. He was one of the granpas at this table, but one of the peaceful people in town. He never wanted her to kill, just to help him with his work, although Y/N hated it more than the murders, she didn't like the aftermath of her work. Tim, being satisfied, started organizing the coins on the table. No, she cannot go home tonight.

"So what's it gonna be, kid?" asked the other player, Miyka. Her green eyes stared on Y/N's face, her wrinkles scrunched in excitment. Oh, how she hated all of them. The girl faked thinking about it before tossing dramatically her last money onto the table. "I bet 20." It didn't sound as good when she started that low, but it was all she had left. Intstead of the usual giggle and witty lines and jokes they threw her way before following up on her bad choices, they sighed, almost in dissapointment. It frustrated her, it seemed like they cared what she does instead of what amount of money she holds. It seemed like they cared about her. A wave of fear pushed her like a tsunami at this thought. People that cared ended up hating her, hurting her.

"What!" she snapped. Miyka looked at Lios, her brother, in concern, while Tim silently reorganized his coins. She looked around the table, frown getting deeper and frustration blooming wider. What was wrong with them. "Well, Y/N" Lios began, "We are just kinda...worried about you. That's all." Miyka took the word next- her previous question has been an obvious tease, the girl was dissapointed. "You clearly have nowhere to go, so you are spending your time here which is.... we get it, but." She sighed, trying to find the right words. "It's not good." Tim helped her and smiled at Y/N as if it would calm her. It did not in fact, she felt more and more anxious about their care, anxious situations made her angry. She wondered why she didn't kill them all instead of those free targets, she would never have to pay another debt again, because there would be no poker players left to play and her addiction would dissapear. "So that's it, huh? You ain't gonna play because you are scared I could actually win?" she said in her defense. Nonsense, she knew, but her heart was sweating and she was glad it didn't blow up yet. "We just care, Y/N, that-"

"Care?! Remind me Lios of just how many people I killed for you, then talk about caring for someone's life!" she spat as she stood up. Lios was more than content to her way of paying, she had no idea why he apparently cared when he could have another enemy at his feet if he just played one more game. Miyka tried to calm her down, touching her hand softly only for Y/N to flinch, hard. Her vision began to blur, the floor shook beneath her and sweat poured on her face. It was like the room was on fire, but she was the only one feeling it. Other people at the pub, being entertainted by the game or simply just hanging ot there, looked worried, some even disturbed by her behaviour.

What was happening to her?

She leaned on the table with her palms, the wood trying to ground her as she closed her eyes to not feel theirs. Voices of the players echoed her head as sounds in a cave and they felt distant, but still could make her more nervous with their caring attitude. They soon fell in whispers, driving her insane. Then, she caught one voice that silenced all the muttering, it was clear, quiet yet she felt as if its breath was in her ear. "Why play, when you can take a life for the exact amount of money laying on this table?"

She recognized the voice, it belong to the fourth player, Haltt. His voice was known only in the game. Hearing him say a sentence was unusual and therefore very powerful. It was deep, low, hard. It had authority and respect and it didn't need to ask for it. He had everyone's attention, he controlled the room with only his silent voice.

Y/N's eyes looked into his dark ones, she had to find them in the shadows floating around him, as if he commanded to them as well. "What are you saying?" she asked carefully, not knowing why. Haltt observed the table, his salt-and-pepper- although more salt than pepper- short beard surrounding his mouth as it counted the cash, then let out a little chuckle that brought goosebumps to everyone close to him. "920 Neredi. Being a hitman, a respectful hitman, would make this amount your pocket change." He grabbed the rest of her money she threw on the table and looked over to Tim. The buryer shook his head hesitantly, knowing what Haltt wants to do, but all it took was the man's neutral gaze for Tim to fold. Y/N watched him slowly scooping the money and anger took over. She pinned his hand to the table, not looking away from his face. She could hear people drawing breaths in fear, but she was free from all the anxiety now, she was grounded by his scary presence, she liked it even.

Haltt's head slowly turned to her direction, his eyes creating a straight path to hers, his eyebrows climbing up as he said softly: " You want this?" When she didn't respond, he stood up, took her hand off of his gently, not letting go as his freed hand reached behind his back, pulling out a gun. She observed quickly, it was an older model, it was small and only one bullet fit into it- however she knew a man like Haltt would only ever need one bullet- he then rotated her hand and placed it in her palm. He released her only when she seized it. Y/N let her hand warm the handle before looking up at Haltt again. "Then go make it." he finished his statement and sat back down in the shadows. Y/N checked the inside of the gun and she confirmed her knowledge about it.

She scoffed. "One bullet" Haltt nodded as if he answered to her statement. "That's all you need, I know your skills." his glass clincked when his rings touched it, raising it to his lips. She waited until he drank the remainings of his whiskey, having the suspision he might continue. "You kill the target, you'll get double of this." Her surprise was voiced by everyone around her, gasping and unbelievably whispering. Lios looked at Haltt, telling him he cannot do this. But Haltt only looked at her. "No one here wants you to play. You made them care, something a hitman shouldn't do." She squeezed her free hand into a fist, knowing his eyes are reading her like cards on the table. He leaned in: "Take your reputation back, make them fear you instead." he said quietly and it seemed only she heard it. He retreated back into his seat, letting her simmer in his words.

She knew people stopped perceiving her as a threat, a force to be reckon with, a fearful killer, and started to look at her as a 15 year old that sometimes threw tantrums. People smiled at her, old men laughed at her when they drank beer at the bar, as if she was their granddaughter doing silly things. Once, she was feared, but now she behaved like an old woman trapped inside a teenage body with gambling addiction and alcoholism. Everyone treated her as a kid she never was, but Haltt seemed to remember who she was 6 months ago, to trust her potential, her skills she never lost, but used them to not drown in debts, not to her job. She suddenly became so connected to him, she was hypnotized. The sound of the chatty room blurred again as she explored the gray ocean behind Haltt's eyes. He let her, grinning as he watched her back straighten and her nose breathing in deeply. Then came the question:

"Who is the target?"

Halt's smile stabbed through his cheeks as he answered.

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Inej didn't allow herself a break until she got the that exact building Y/N told her to. She was nervous to say the least. If everything goes right, Pekka Rollins will be dead. It was unbelievable to even think about. The moonlight caressed her back and the salty wind danced around her in excitment. Ketterdam is cheering for them, it will be better off without Rollins. She thought of ways how to carve his heart out, she wanted to make a heart-shaped hole, but it was too complicated making the curves, it would take too long and she didn't want him to die before she was finished. She needed something quick, but symbolic. After all, when the stadwatch will find his body, her work should be admired. Or Deln's work, she hated he will take credit for it, but it's definitely for the best.

Soon, the spider heard two sets of footsteps beneath her. She looked down carefully, confirming it's Y/N. In the dark, she couldn't much see her 'friend', but she could feel the disgust and fear Y/N had from above, suspecting he might not be an actual friend after all. Another secret of hers she wished to uncover after this is over. The way Jesper talked about this girl is riling up an interest in her. She wanted to get to know her better, her fate might not much differ from her own and she would like to hear her story, she would like to see why Kaz seemed to hate her so much. She also hoped Y/N will stay with them after this. For Jesper's sake and maybe for Nina's nerves as she looked worried about her.

As Y/N dissapeared into the alley, Inej grabbed her knife, Sankt Petyr, that she sharpened moments before. The wind picked up and she stood motionlessly at the edge of the building. She watched lightened windows in the Smeet Residence, hoping no one will think about looking outside tonight. The house reminded her of one she encountered at the southern colonies of Novyi Zem. It was in a horrible shape compared to this, but it was a haven for the citizens there, they admired it like people in Ketterdam admire The Exchange. It was luxurious given the state of the land.

Her train of thought stopped before it reached a station, because her ears picked up a subtle voice, then a laugh. The sounds got louder as they slowly approached her. Rollins must be pretty nervous of the meet-up if he talked to himself, or he was not alone. A slight panic rose in Inej's chest and she prepared to make the uninvited dissapear. If Rollins truly had some company, she would have to wait until he saw Y/N to take it out, otherwise he might see her and change his mind. If we won't do it, somebody else will brought out fire in her stomach. The girl was right, if they won't try the lovely dessert of revenge, others might eat it whole with no crumbs left. She suspected Pekka is the main character in many unfinished death threats and planned out vengeances.

The Wraith took a deep breath as her eyes closed, slowing down her rapid heartbeat filled with excitment. When she opened them, the bright windows from the residence, along with the dimmed lights on the streets aluminated two beings walking. One was definitely the leader of one of the most dangerous gangs in Ketterdam.

And so was the other one.

She silently gasped, panicking again, her heartbeat picking up. What the fuck is Kaz doing here? And why was he bent over with Rollins' hand around his neck. Even though they were right across her, Inej was oblivious to their conversation- well, monologue if she was more accurate- because she was way too busy feeling the plan fall apart. This wasn't supposed to happen, Kaz was meant to know nothing and then just cheer and celebrate once they'd be done. Why did he always took matters into his hands?.

When she came back to reality, they were almost in the alleyway. The spider quickly followed them, never taking her eyes off of Kaz's helpless form. Her hands always gently grazed any surface she incountered, her feet always landing on the tips of her toes, her moves inspiring every ballerina in Kerch, yet now her hands were sliding off roughly and she had to bent her knees to make the landing silent. Her fear of her friend manipulated her body and she almost fell over the edge when the sharp turn of the building made an appearance, luckily she awokened from the feeling and stopped herself.

She was above the meeting place now.

On her right was Y/N with the strange man. Y/N was anxiously pacing around, obviously worried as they all were, even the man next to her who stood still as a pole was taking almost unseeable shuttered breaths. When the girl faced her direction, Inej wanted to warn her of the unexpected turn of events, but she wouldn't be seen anyway. As it turned out though, she also wouldn't have the time to catch her attention in time as the target slowly showed up on her left side, Kaz still in his grasp. Up close she could see the knife he held to his neck, already cut into the flesh. The man on her right stopped breathing and tried to hide his widened eyes, Rollins smirked as he saw him, shaking his head in disbelief. But the tension really sparked up when Y/N finally saw them, her eyes instantly digging into Kaz, while his were already screaming at her. Only two words bound them all together as they appeared on every present mind.

Oh fuck.

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Silence started perhaps being uncomfortable for Deln, yet Y/N only cared about the boy 5 meters in front of her. He wore blood, a lot of blood. His face showed bruises for every Barrel rat and every drop of blood that fell next to his feet tore a piece of her heart. But the worst thing was his expression, it was no longer hateful, nor angry. His eyes sinked into her and they washed her with almost a relief-like feeling, like he was happy to see her, or maybe upset to see her here, in a dangerous street that will be painted red by more than one person. His gaze was soft, almost pleading her to either run away or get closer to him.

He was worried.

"I told you to come alone if my memory is still serving right." Deln began the conversation, dragging both of their attention to him. He earned a chuckle from Rollins and a response as he squeezed Kaz's neck, straightening him up: "Well, I thought I might get the lovebirds back together, eh?" The knife retreated back to his pocket, revealing a red line on the boy's neck. Y/N allowed herself to let one tear roll down her cheek as an apology to him. Pekka must have kidnapped him, because there was no other explanation on why was he present. Deln was confused, he didn't know Dirtyhands as far as she knew, nor about her time with Hertzoon. "Aw, look at 'em, already pining for each other." Rollins mocked and pushed Kaz off of his hand. Y/N had a hard time keeping it together.

Deln sighed annoyingly and the hitman was glad he kept the plan on track. It was hard to admit he was actually a big help to her. "Whatever, let's talk business shall we? It's cold tonight. Don't wanna be out late." he said offered and Rollins laughed in his face again: "What, gotta read the slaves a goodnight story?" If she wasn't still in shock from Kaz, the plan would skip to the killing part very quickly. "Well, not anymore since you took 'em all away, didn't you." the slaver stated and wiped the smile off of Pekka's face quickly. Y/N had to admit he played the role she made for him perfectly and let the conversation rest in his hands, as she continued to worry silently about the bloodied boy.

The Dime Lions' leader seemed to get upset about Deln's forwardness, he probably thought he could talk his way out of it with his disturbing charm. He put his hands on his hips and shrugged. "It ain't my problem you keep 'em in a dirty warehouse. I offered them a room with a comfortable bed and good money if they were willing to smile. That ain't no crime, lad."

"I'm not interested in your architectural opinion on my slave-keeping. I am upset you stole my property." Y/N was very invested in the conversation she almost forgot her role was against Deln. Her tied hands turned him to her side by the shoulder and pierced him with her eyes. "Don't speak of them like that." she warned and he simpy scoffed her off. It wasn't much, she must admit, but it was enough to voice her stand in this matter. "HA! And what do you think you'll be after we're done here? You will be lucky if I allow you to work in my brothel." the last sentence was a warning, he could be so much cruel to her, like he was in his house. She was present finally, all worry stepped aside to make space for the anger she held and the focus she held earlier tonight sat back down on her mind.

"You won't touch her."

Ready to speak, Y/N was taken aback by his raspy voice with scary undertone. He spoke to her like that, not long ago. It was almost unreal he was defending her. As much as it brought shivers down her body, Rollins was unfazed by the threat. "You can barely stand, boy. What can you possibly do to me." he stated the obvious and continued once he looked her way again. "Besides, she really isn't worthy of your protection." He put one foot in front of the other slowly, walking over to her. She was on alert, if she had the opportunity, she wouldn't wait anymore and strangle him with her tired hands and her desire to dig his grave. He stopped few steps from her and reached into his pocket again, pulling out something else than a knife this time. "Lost this?"

A thin, almost not visible in the dark, black string was held between his fingers. The bracelet she lost. The one Kaz gave her on the last day they saw each other. She lost it in Rollins' office. Her temptation to reach for it was unseen by Y/N as her first instinct was to look at Kaz, who also drowned in the vision of the string. She broke her promise, a childish one, sure, but it destroyed her still. It always served as a reminder of her failure. How she failed to warn him and Jordie, how she wrapped his heart around her finger without knowing it and allowed Hertzoon to shatter it. The girl promised herself to not mess up this promise, at least one thing she could keep. In the end, she lost it too.

How does she deserve to live after destroying all good in her life?

"Yeah, cruel isn't she? Do you really think she cares about you, or anyone for that matter?" he talked to Kaz that was still mesmerized by the sight in Rollins' hand. Deln was silently watching the scene, the situation out of his hands now, the plan off of track. "You don't know anything about her, boy-". " You're wrong." she interrupted him. He turned to her, waiting to elaborate, the string still lifted between his fingers as if he was trying to hypnotize them. "I told him everything." Y/N continued as she silently wished with the last bit of hope he would take the bait. He didn't:

"Everything, eh?" he echoed as he turned his back on her and focused on Kaz fully. As he reached his personal space, his hand streched to him, giving him the bracelet. The boy fixated on it, swaying with the wind due to his trouble standing on the one good leg for this long. Rollins watched him closely, feeling Kaz's hand taking it almost immediately. When his coffee-like eyes reached his snake ones, Pekka uncovered Y/N's lie:

"Do you remember Ms. Hertzoon?"

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"...You what?"

"Don't you dare be offended, you manipulated her and then left us. You're as bad as I am."

That made them punch her strongly in the stomach. Funny, Rollins wanted to watch her suffer, but was too lazy to torture her himself. They were on this for 2 hours now, or she at least thought so, she couldn't tell if the ringing was only in her ears. Rollins had her sit on a chair and then asked questions. The first were stupid and simple, almost like a small talk: Did she rob him, why is she back, when did she get back, etc. She earned 5 different punches in this round. Then the latter began. They wanted to know what happened after the con trick- as he called it- which resulted in her split lip and first blood drawn. Then another small talk, remembering all their time together and then, the truth. "Where is your mother?" it began and ended in countless of other painful things she couldn't be bothered to remember.

"How." he almost whispered, it was so dramatic that Y/N would laugh if she wasn't wheezing with every breath. "Oh, please. Like you care." she fully expected the hit for that one, though it still hurt like hell. "How!" he ordered her and watched her grow a grin with her painted-red mouth. She could still feel the little gun in her little hand, standing at the foot of her mother's bed. She watched her sleep for a moment before she truly aimed. Haltt was right, it did get back her reputation. He gave her the money and she counted every single coin to make sure it really was doubled. Fortunately, he was an honest man.

"One bullet was all it took."

To say she regretted it would be a lie, the biggest one in history maybe. She second-guessed it on her way home, sure, but she more doubted Haltt's promise than her actions. However, once she really saw her mother's chest rise and fall, nothing was easier than to pull the trigger. If she was a monster in her eyes, she would become one in her memory.

"YOU FUCKING BITCH!" was the last thing she heard from him, then her ears were filled with ringing and also pain when her nerves couldn't take it anymore. Everything went dark after a while, she was sure she couldn't breath and her eyes zipped themselves tightly, but even though she lost consciousness, she was sure she never stopped smiling while it lasted.

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He always suspected some part of her story was left out, it would be unwise to tell him everything and she was not stupid. While Kaz did predict that something happened with the mother, he didn't expect this. He answered her eyes as they asked for connection and tried to assure them of his unchanged opinion. So what? He also done horrible things, they all have, especially Rollins. Such a hypocrite, that man. When he finished re-telling the story of Y/N's torture, he retreated from the boy's space, fortunately for him, because Kaz would have no hesitation in twisting Pekka's neck. Everything was silent for a while, the wind whispered cold around them as they all studied each other. Kaz looked at the building's roof next to them, seeing only darkness, but feeling her presence. He hoped that whatever Y/N planned to do with Inej would be useful. And what did he know, maybe this situation is going extremely well for them.

"Well, that is truly shocking, but unfortunetely, Y/N's dead mom won't solve this conflict. So let's solve it ourselves, shall we?" The slaver spoke and grabbed the girl next to him by the bicep, dragging her with him closer to Rollins. Kaz took a small, unnecessary step forward as a move to help her. Seeing Deln's hand on her made the water rise around him, he could feel her discomfort and felt it himself. They stopped and he threw the girl in front of him lightly, so she wouldn't fall, but aggressively enough, so she would sway. "Pay me for the slaves and she's yours, as promised." the boy's fist turned white at that, wishing he could hang Deln's organs at the lamppost. "Hmmm" groaned Rollins in thinking. "How much do ya want?"

"3000 kruge."

"Pardon?"

Deln rolled his eyes. "It was 100 slaves you stole from me, every slave is expensive and believe me, I'm giving you a discount right now." Rollins nodded at his explanation. At this point, Kaz thought about getting out of there. He was being ignored and would be forgotten in a while. Rollins couldn't see him, Deln could, but he doubted he would care. However, she could too, and his heart radiated an unfamiliar feeling at the thought of dissapearing without Y/N. If this situation happened with anyone else, he'd be already at the Slat, drinking shots and drowning in silence of his room. Dirtyhands planned the escape, Kaz refused to go through with it. He refused to leave her. "Alright, alright. How about this." Rollins spoke his thoughts. "I'll give you half of what they make me from now on and if you ever wander in the Sweet Shop, you won't have to pay." Deln was silent, but he was clearly concidering it.

"Huh? Sounds good?" Smiling Pekka streched out his hand and waited for a handshake. Every set of eyes watched Deln's movement, from his step closer, closer to Rollins, closer to Y/N, until he squeezed Pekka's hand, reflecting his expression. "That's a deal, then." said the robber. "Deal." said the slaver. Kaz didn't know what that meant and from the girl's face, he could tell the confusion was shared. Although, he truly realized this wasn't part of their plan after Deln quickly reached for Y/N's belt with the same hand that just closed a deal, pulling out a small gun, one that could barely fit a bullet, and aiming it at the hitman. She was frightened, taking steps back, but she didn't got very far when Deln grabbed her by the collar, holding her close to his body.

"Like mother like daughter."

He was instantly on the move, as fast as he could, trying to prevent what was about to happen. The bullet was faster though. Before hearing the gunshot, they heard Deln's scream. Y/N felt to the ground and Kaz was at her side immediately. His eyes panicking, trying to find the wound while his heart sounded the alarms and awakened fear. Not like this. He couldn't lose her like this. He soon found the gunshot and without thinking threw his hands to press it down. They never made contact with it, Rollins' knife already found its way back to his neck, pulling him away from her. "You didn't think I forgot about you, did ya?" he laughed in his ear before Kaz threw his head back, hitting him in the nose. The grip got loose and he turned around, sending his anger and frustration in his fist. Rollins tumbled and he kicked him on the ground, getting him closer to the place he belongs.

Deln moaned in pain and the boy finally saw the reason. Below his bent over form, a puddle of blood formed and in it swam his thumb, right above Sankt Petyr. The corners of his mouth lifted a bit, he couldn't remember how did he survive all this time without Inej watching over him and the crows, it made him grateful she is back for now. His eyes were set to find Y/N again, but he only saw a red trace from where she laid. She must've gotten away. Good girl.

He couldn't follow her steps, because Rollins already got up from the cobblestones, ready to strike. He breathed heavily, supporting the place Kaz kicked him in with his hand. He couldn't understand why Rollins always came back into his life. He tried to avoid him all his time in Ketterdam, yet life always brought them together. Or death, he wasn't sure, maybe they were destined to destroy each other. Pekka Rollins was like a mosquito bite: itching to be noticed and when Kaz does so, he feels a brief satisfaction before the itch comes back and is worse than before. He was also as annoying. It needed to be finished right here and tonight

The boy braced himself and waited on the mosquito's move, straightening himself. Little did he know, the shadow from above already closed in on the man. Kaz watched as she kicked his knee from the back and caught his hair, stopping him from falling fully on the ground again. Sankta Lizabeta could be soon visible above his heart, the tip waiting to be pushed in. Only then, Dirtyhands quietly sighed in relief.

"He still can't do it without ya, huh? Tell me boy, when will you start being a man and do things on your own?" Rollins mocked them as he recognized the face, which currently held the future of his heartbeat. Kaz limped slowly closer, feeling Inej's eyes on him. He lowered his head once he entered Pekka's personal space dangerously deep. "When my brother will get his revenge in hell."

As soon as the menacing words reached Rollins, his lips twitched up at the sight of Sankta Lizabeta slowly painting an imaginery outline of the man's heart, being applauded by his blood-curling scream. Inej wasn't the one for torture, but he could see the bit of joy in her eyes and the relief on her face. She deserved to be the one that would free Ketterdam from this parasite and he let her have it, already searching for the bloody trail Y/N left behind.

His eyes alerted him when they caught it and he began to follow the path, slowly, limping as Deln's whines cheered him on.

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The stars were with her, sometimes changing their position or widening in her eyes as they waited to claim her. Salty waterdrops tapped her tired legs, reminding her of where she sat. She imagined death many times, it wasn't unusual for someone in her profession. She remembered Tim talking about the peace that comes with it, saying it is kind, so it would be easier for the soul to leave the body. For her, it was obvious. Everything would be kinder than life. However, nothing could prepare her for the last moments. Y/N realized that no matter how much you imagine it, it will always surprise you. The knowing that this is the last time she is going to exist in wasn't something her brain could comprehend. Maybe that was the mystery death held, that was the fuel for the fear in others, not understanding until it was too late.

Wind played softly with her hair while it kissed the bruises of her now untied hands, and she tried hard to feel everything at the same time. The clothes touching her skin, the numbness in her feet, her shaky breath as it entered and left her system, but mostly, she tried to memorize the pain in her stomache and the bullet inside her body. It was an intense feeling, so she wanted to feel it as much as possible, before it would fade and with it her heart.

The hitman got hit.

This is how her victims probably felt. She brought this feeling to numerous lives. Her mother felt this way too. Y/N couldn't decide if dying felt good or disgusting, but she could be certain it was lonely. Even if people surrounded her, it wouldn't be better. It was an experience for her soul, no one from the outside could empathize.

She wondered where her grave would lay as the slow footsteps got closer. Y/N heard him limp next to her and it seemed like the stars noticed him too, because they stopped moving once he sat down, as though they only wanted to be seen by her. He was visibly tired, still bleeding from his neck.

Maybe he was feeling the final presence too.

Maybe her starts would take them both.

Silence and the waves crashing made the space between them comfortable, maybe too comfortable for her liking. His breath was disrupting hers as it naturally tried to match the rhythm. The moment became so peaceful, she almost forgot about their history. It felt like nothing happened between them, they were just kids, sitting by the port, watching stars and listening to the ocean. They weren't Dirtyhands and Saskia. They weren't the Bastard of the Barell and Snowflake.

They were Y/N and Kaz. As they were always meant to be.

"Do you believe in faith?"

It felt like yesterday since he asked her that question. Every shared memory of them felt so close to her now, as if time was all messed up. Maybe death was already doing its job. Kaz was taking his time with the answer, breathing heavily, as if the air had to fill his words first before she could hear them.

"Yes...I do."

He exhaled, his low empty voice responding. Her lips lifted into a messy smile, her muscles were losing their power all over her body, but that didn't stop her from reaching into her coat and pulling out a folded, bloodied paper that her fingers swiftly grabbed from her slaver's back pocket before he could shoot her. It was almost bizzare, how a small, easily rippable piece made her revisit the demons of the past. She wondered if Deln wanted this all along. Maybe he wanted Rollins to kill her, so he could make his deal with him. Or maybe it was just faith, wanting to see how far she would go for a false sense of freedom.

"It doesn't mean anything." Y/N stated as she felt Kaz looking at the release paper. "I just needed proof that I'm not under anyone's influence anymore, but..." her eyes followed the ongoing waves. They looked like on a leash, as if someone released them, so they could explode onto the harbor's walls, only to pull them back again shortly after, reminding them they were still being controlled. It seemed torturous, humiliating. It looked like her. "...I will never be free of him."

Y/N couldn't look at the boy, even if his burning gaze could only be extinguished by an eye contact. He was right, she was a monster. She could see it now and she wouldn't hide from this fact. She would accept herself before her heart would stop singing. It was the least she could do with the very limited time, coming to terms with her own self.

The stars started moving again slowly as Kaz spoke: "He can't control you anymore..." His tone showed certainty. Inej had to claim her souvenir of revenge by now, but he still managed to squeeze out a scoff from the hitman. She couldn't believe he allowed himself to be so naïve. Rainbow won't repair the damage done by storm, same as killing Pekka Rollins won't erase his actions and the following conciquences. His influence made her do things beyond his leadership. It scarred her for life, and those scars bled onto others without the possibility to heal. She bled on him too. She killed his brother for fuck's sake.

"The things he caused precedes him." Y/N finally looked at Kaz, his eyes seemed to be glowing in her hallucinating mind. "I can't be changed." She whispered, knowing he would hear every single letter. The moon illuminated him perfectly. His features casted a soft look under its light and Y/N was glad this would be the appearence of him she would take to her grave. She was happy to become one of the stars that would continue to shine on him.

Suddenly, death seemed very pretty.

The girl saw his hand on hers before she could feel it. It was weirdly warm, even though he barely touched her. His eyes demanded her ears' attention as he spoke, slowly, so she could feel the words. "You don't need to be changed."

Her mind was confused. How could he even speak such things?

"I am a killer." she reminded him.

"Not by choice." he argued.

"I killed my own mother and enjoyed it." she was restless in making him hate her.

"Your mother's conciquences of her own actions." he dodged her attempt.

"I killed your brother." was when she knew she would win. It wasn't excusable. Nothing could possibly erase this from Kaz's mind, no apology was enough, she was certain. That was the reason she couldn't understand why Kaz's hand began to hold hers more tightly as his eyes studied the wound in her stomache, covered by her arm that desperately tried to prevent the blood from pouring out, but it became more and more hopeless. "You're dying and not doing anything about it." he aknowleged. Y/N smiled briefly, from pain and also from his slow understanding of her plan.

"I deserve it." she spoke weakly, every word felt heavy on her tongue and she was about to give in to their weight. He only observed her, as her body was slowly losing the ability to move, as her energy was being sipped by the waves below. It suddenly felt a bit scary for her, she was in the process of dying and it strangely ignited the last bit of her will to live.

Kaz did nothing, he only asked: "Why?" She looked at him, her eyes shooting fear. She guessed she would engage with every emotion before turning off. Maybe the nature granted this privilege to every person, so they would get to have the proper goodbye to their body.

"I never done anything good, I only brought pain." her lips responded, making Kaz nod slowly. Y/N gasped softly as the fear intensified. This feeling was unlike any before, like her life was slowly slipping through her body, through the wound. Her arm pressed tightly, as much as she could to slow down the inevitable, but it was too late. "Maybe it's time to change that." Kaz spoke. She wouldn't be able to change her ways if she died, the only thing she would remember about this life was how she made it difficult for everyone else.

Y/N sighed, death was almost touching her, heart was losing its music. She no longer felt the waterdrops on her legs and the stars dimmed their light. "It's too late."

The port beneath her began to sway, as if it would tip over to the ocean anytime. She gripped the concrete edge, slipping her hand from Kaz's to do so, trying to stop it from moving, only for it to sway more. She picked her eyes up at the sky, seeing only her five stars in the black treacle sky, as her body pushed closer to the waves.

Death awaited her.

Like those waves, Y/N was suddenly pulled back by someone's hands, feeling her body lift up from the port, supported in the air. Her form bounced with every other step and another warm breath kept mixing with hers. She imagined those arms were of an angel, bringing her to heaven. Or a devil, bringing her to hell. She gave into its touch nonetheless.

"I know you're not very good at keeping them, but would you promise me one last thing?" a voice asked her, a low and a tired one. One that could only belong to an angel the way it kept her dying heart beating. The girl could only hum, agreeing to the angel's request. The voice sounded serious, threatening almost, but she could hear the worry hidden behind it, as it spoke.

"Don't make me lose you."

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Nina whined, having trouble with breathing as her hands shook from the need to be put down. She saved the Dregs numerous times from a certain death, yet Y/N exceeded her expectations. The heartender tried her very best to wake her heart up, while Jesper and Wylan panicked to pull out the bullet and seize the wound, so no more blood would be lost. What wasn't helpful, though, was Brekker, constantly yelling at them for trying harder. She understood that his anger was powered by the fear for that girl, but that didn't put out the urge to fill his face with more wounds, maybe a broken nose even.

"I swear, Nina. If she dies.." he exclaimed again, not helping the situation in any way.

"It will be on you!" Nina barked at him, frustration clearly visible not only on her tone, but her tired features. Her eyes shot to Jesper and Wylan an apologizing look as she saw their hands bloodied and faces worried. The door swinged open behind her, revealing Inej. Nina felt relief wash over her as she saw her. Kaz would maybe stop being such an asshole in her presence.

"Is she breathing?" Inej asked and immediately moved to Y/N's lying form, putting her cheek above her nose. "Barely." Wylan answered stressfully. Kaz's worry shifted to fear, Nina could sense that, even when her full focus was on the hitman's weak heart. She was barely alive, but the heartender was still surprised it could beat. She was strong and Nina hoped she would continue to fight.

Jesper gasped heavily and looked at her. "The wound's sealed!" he sounded so hopeful and it brought Nina some strenght to see him like this. She had to take quick breaths before tightening her hands in the air one more time, fastening Y/N's heartbeat. Fortunetely, it worked. "She's breathing again!" Inej said with a small smile, causing Kaz to limp closer to see for himself. His own wounds weren't yet treated, but Nina didn't even try to convince him. He had trouble looking after himself when one of them was hurt, she could imagine how much worse it was in this case, where his heartbeat's fire was on the brink of death.

She could feel the heartbeat pick up to a slow pace. It wasn't yet normal, but at least she didn't have to control it now. Nina put her hands down and fell down on an armchair beside her. Everyone in the room fell victims to exhaustion, Nina closed her eyes for a moment, just focusing on her breathing. Wylan was the first to stand up and slowly make his way out of the room with the words she'll be alright, Nina, you did a great job. Jesper followed, squeezing Nina's shoulder and nodding shortly at Kaz, before the door closed after him too.

"You either let me treat your wounds or you will go and get some sleep." she offered to the man, her eyes fixated on Y/N. She was glad he, at least, wrapped his neck in a bandage during this hard time, but he had other quite serious wounds she had to treat sooner or later. Kaz allowed himself to be predictable as he stared at the hitman and then slowly limped out of the room. Before he did though, he surprised her after all.

"Thank you."

Nina's head snapped his way and watched him leave, she didn't expect that. Inej sat next to her on the armrest, following her eyes to the laying girl. "You should rest as well, I know how tired you are." the heartender studied her features with a caring look. Her friend fought the sleep well so far, which she hated to see. "I'm not leaving you alone." the spider said with a decisive eyes connecting with hers. She knew the heartender couldn't sleep herself, as she had to look out for Y/N's heart. Nina flashed a defeated smile. She was grateful for her presence, she missed her a lot, but it would ease her mind if she went to sleep. However, knowing her stubborn mind, she scooted over to the very side, creating a tiny space for Inej to sit, which her friend accepted with a smile.

"Alright then. Tell me how you killed Rollins and DON'T spare any details."

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gunilslaugh · 10 months

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Bitter Dislikement

I actually got inspired to write this while writing Another Member Dislikes You, so if one part seems very familiar it’s because it is lol.

Oh Seungmin and Kim Jungsu

Summary:Seungmin was your boyfriend and his member Jungsu didn’t like you, or so you thought.

WC:2.2k

Warning:grammar, bit more angsty than I thought it would be.

photo not mine credits to owner.

Seungmin was sure that introducing you to his members would be a simple thing. He couldn’t foresee any reason why something would go wrong. He loved you and they would too. At least that’s what Seungmin thought. He was right, the member seemed to click with you right away. You attentively listen to whatever story Gunil was telling. If anyone saw you and Jiseok and Jooyeon playing games together they probably would have thought that you’ve been friends for years. Even Hyeongjun and you were having conversations with minimal awkwardness. Everything appeared to be going smoothly. However, that was until it came to Jungsu. He was polite and exchanged a simple greeting with you, but after that he seemed to be a little cold towards you. Whenever you tried to have a conversation with him his answers were short and he didn’t seem like he was interested in talking to you, so you strayed away from him.

“Was Jungsu feeling a bit tired today or something?” you asked Seungmin as he was walking you back home.

“I don’t think so, why?” Seungmin responds, turning to look at you.

“I just thought he seemed a bit tired when we were talking, that's all,” you say, trying not to make a big deal of it.

“You know now that you say that he did seem to be keeping to himself. He probably was a bit tired,” Seungmin states. You tried to brush off the uneasiness you felt. Seungmin just confirmed it, Jungsu was probably just tired. There was no need for you to overthink things.

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Now, maybe you should overthink things. You’re currently in one of the practice rooms with Xdinary Heroes waiting for them to finish up. At first you told Seungmin that you would just wait outside, but he insisted for you to wait inside. It’s your third time interacting with Jungsu and he’s still just as cold. It’s not like he’s mean to you though. He’s just…civil with you. If you talk to him he responds back, but he never seems inclined about conversing with you. This leads to you and Jungsu having an odd, avoiding without actually avoiding each other, relationship. There was a sensible rift between the two of you.

Jungsu doesn’t like you and you're not sure what to do about it. You know that you didn’t do anything to him, but there must be a reason for why he’s acting this way. You don’t want to concern Seungmin about it either, because it might put him in an awkward situation. You suppose that you should try talking to Jungsu about it, although getting him alone to do that may prove to be difficult.

“Hey you ok?” Seungmin checks on you, breaking you from your thoughts.

“Yeah, I was just thinking about work,” a bitter taste landed on your tongue.

“Aw, is it giving you a hard time?” Seungmin questions, eyes filled with concern.

“Just a little stressful lately, but it’s nothing that serious,” you provided a fake smile. The bitter taste in your mouth growing stronger. You hated lying to Seungmin, but you didn’t know how to tell him the truth either.

“My poor baby,” he pulls you into a hug. You wrap your arms back around him, heart feeling heavy. You look over his shoulder only to lock eyes with Jungsu. You guys hold gazes for a moment before he quickly turns away. Jungsu’s face was unreadable. Weird. You think.

“Thanks, you ready to go?” You asked Seungmin, pulling away from the hug. He nodded, grabbing your hand and exiting the practice room. You turn your head back one last time when the other members call out their goodbyes. You call out your own goodbye, offering a wave as well. Just before you turn your head back around, your eyes lock with Jungsu’s once more. Again his face is unreadable and this time you're the one to turn away. You really need to talk to Jungsu.

Today is the day that you're going to bite the bullet and talk to Jungsu, or at least try to. Seungmin invited you to the studio to hear some of the songs he’s been working on. If luck was on your side you hoped you would be able to catch a moment to talk to Jungsu. It seemed like luck was on your side because you caught Jungsu walking by the studio room, through the glass window slit in the door.

“My colleague is asking me about work. I’m gonna step out and call them quickly,” you told Seungmin while holding up your phone. That bitter taste returned to your mouth again.

“Ok, take your time,” he smiled sweetly at you and it only made your heart weigh heavy. You stepped out of the studio.

“Jungsu!” You called out to him and you hurried to catch up with him in the hallway. Jungsu stopped walking, turning around to face your direction. “Can we talk?” you hesitantly asked, fiddling with your hands.

“About what?” He plainly countered.

“...Nevermind,” you backed out. Things between you weren’t that bad anyway. You were both civil, so that’s enough right? Jungsu sighed.

“I didn’t say no. I just asked about what y/n,” Jungsu tells. His voice is gentler now.

“Why do you hate me?” You questioned, unable to meet his gaze.

“Let’s not talk about this in the hallway. Follow me,” he states, beginning to walk again. You trail behind him. He led you to an empty studio and motioned for you to enter. You walked in and sat down in a chair. Jungsu sat in the chair next to yours.

“I don’t actually hate you,” Jungsu revealed. You finally looked up at him after hearing his words.

“Then why do you act so…cold towards me?” You pondered. Jungsu let’s out another sigh. Seemingly trying to gather his thoughts before responding.

“I’m sorry,” he starts. “I didn’t mean to make you think that I hate you. I just….” Jungsu trails off.

“You don’t have to tell me. I feel better knowing that you don’t hate me, so let’s just-”

“I like you,” Jungsu cuts you off mid sentence. “I like you, but your Seungmin’s girlfriend and I could never do anything that would hurt Seungmin. I thought if I just distanced myself from you that these feelings would go away, but it’s been months and I still like you. I feel jealous when I see you two being coupley. Anytime Seungmin talks about how much he loves you I feel so guilty. I’m so sorry,” Jungsu breaks down tears spilling from his eyes. The information is a massive shock to you, but comforting Jungsu seems more important right now.

“Jungsu it’s ok. You didn’t do anything wrong, it’s not your fault,” you grabbed some tissues, walking over to Jungsu. You hesitated a bit before letting one hand rub his back. You handed him the tissues with the other. “I’m sorry too,” you told him.

“You have nothing to be sorry about y/n. I’m the one who caused this,” he tells you, wiping his tears. “Please don’t tell Seungmin. I don’t want him to feel bad,” Jungsu pleaded. There’s at least one thing you and Jungsu have in common, worrying about Seungmin’s feelings.

“I won’t, I won’t tell him, so don’t worry. Let’s just keep things civil between us ok?” You reassured him. The bitter taste on your tongue is there again and stronger than previously. Maybe you should just get used to it. Jungsu nodded his head in agreement. “I’ll get going now then,” you said.

“Yeah, yeah you should,” Jungsu responded. You feel bad for leaving when he’s still upset, but you’re part of the reason why he is upset, so it’s probably for the best that you leave. On the walk back to the practice studio where Seungmin was, you felt numb. Jungsu didn’t hate you, he liked you and he’s been beating himself up about it for months. You arrived back in the studio.

“Sorry that took longer than I thought,” you said upon entering.

“It’s ok I’m glad you’re back, I missed you,” Seungmin said, opening his arms. He can tell that something is off, but he brushes it off thinking that it was probably something work related.

“I was gone for what? Ten minutes?” You laughed as you walked into his arms. The bitterness still hasn’t left your tongue.

“I missed you the second you walked out the door,” Seungmin stated, readjusting his grip around your waist.

“How cheesy,” you sassed lightheartedly, quite contrary to how your heart actually felt.

“You like it though,” he retorted.

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Agreeing to keep things civil may not be working the best as you and Jungsu thought it would. The members were beginning to pick up on the uneasy tension between the two of you.

“Gunil asked me if you and Jungsu had a fight,” Seungmin brought up. The two of you were eating dinner together at your place.

“What?” You questioned. Thinking that feigning ignorance would be the best option.

“He said that there’s this weird tension between you guys and I’ve noticed it too,” Seungmin explained.

“Weird tension?” You laugh slightly. “You know me and Jungsu aren’t the closest, that's all. I guess we still feel a bit awkward around one another,” you answered, hoping Seungmin wouldn’t ask anymore questions.

“Maybe you two should try talking more then,” he suggested. We already talked and I think it made things worse. You thought to yourself.

“Yeah maybe we should,” you agreed. Once more that bitter taste filled your mouth.

After a few more weeks of things between you and Jungsu not changing, it seems like Seungmin had enough and decided to take matters into his own hand. He invited you over to their dorm. That’s how you found yourself seated at the kitchen table across from Jungsu, Seungmin on your right side.

“What exactly is the issue between the two of you?” Seungmin tentatively brings up. You and Jungsu exchange a look at one another.

“Some people just don’t get along,” Jungsu states.

“Me and Jungsu are two of those people,” you noted.

“Look Seungmin, we wished we got along too. We’ve even talked about it before,” Jungsu revealed.

“You have?” Seungmin questions. He never knew you talked to Jungsu about it.

“Yes, we came to the conclusion that we’re just oil and water, we don’t mix. We don’t have any ill feelings towards each other though,” you informed.

“Yeah we’re…..neutral,” Jungsu states. Now there’s a doubt in Sungmin's mind that there is something the two of you aren’t telling him, but he’ll leave it be.

“When did you and Jungsu talk?” Seungmin questioned you. He wanted to leave things be, but there was this feeling in his stomach that he couldn’t shake. He asked you about when you two were laying in bed ready to go to sleep. Your heart drops. How were you supposed to answer? Your mouth began to feel overwhelmingly bitter. You sighed, deciding to just tell the truth. You sat up in bed facing Seungmin. He sat up too mirroring you.

“That day you invited me to hear the songs you were working on,” you paused before continuing. “I had a feeling that Jungsu didn’t like me since the first day you introduced me. That’s why I asked if Jungsu was tired, cause I thought I was just overthinking, but the way he acted towards me didn’t change. I didn’t want to not get along with your bandmate. I thought that it could put you in an awkward position if we didn’t get along, so I decided that I would talk to him and sort it out. That day I didn’t call my colleague. I saw Jungsu walk by, so I went to confront him. Then we talked,” you came clean. The bitter taste finally left your mouth.

“So Jungsu really doesn’t like you?” Seungmin carefully asked. A pained laugh escaped from you.

“That’s where you have to talk to Jungsu. It’s not my place to say anything,” you responded.

“I’m sorry,” Seungmin suddenly proclaimed, arms collecting you in a hug.

“Why are you sorry? I’m the one who kept something from you. I’m sorry,” you apologize, arms wrapping around Seungmin.

“For not noticing. I could tell that something was bothering you, but I just thought it was work related, but this is it right? You’ve been stressing over not getting along with Jungsu?” He rubs the back of your head lovingly. You nodded, relaxing into his arms. It’s been so long since you last felt relaxed.

“You really need to talk to Jungsu though. I think that’s the only way this can be solved,” you said, pulling away.

“I will, but that’s for me and Jungsu. You don’t need to worry about it anymore, just relax now,” Seungmin tells you, changing positions so now you’re laying down with his head on your chest. A part of you is scared that Jungsu might actually hate you after Seungmin talks to him, but the bitter taste in your mouth is finally gone and your heart feels lighter. Now you can only hope that things will finally begin to get better.

#xdh imagines #xdh x reader #xdinary heroes #xdh #xdinary heroes imagines #xdinary heroes x reader #xh jungsu #xh o.de #xh seungmin #o.de x reader #oh seungmin x reader #jungsu x reader

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lithopus · 2 months

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for the ask game: 1 and 9

thank you for the great fics u've written ❤️

have a great day/night!

Thank you for the ask, and I'm glad you enjoy the fics 🫶

9. Do you visualize scenes in your head before you write them? (Can you picture the setting, character body language, etc.)

Yes, to an extent! I’m actually not the best visualizer, though—in fact, I sometimes end up physically acting out conversations in front of a mirror before I’ve written them (and then I grab my phone or run to my laptop to jot down everything I can remember from what I just acted out, lol) 😅

Describing settings is definitely my weak point. I’ve gotten better at imagining scenes over the years, but sometimes I still need to look up reference images and stare at them to figure out how to describe something in a scene. I guess I tend to focus more on the characters and less on the space they’re in…but of course they can’t exist in an empty void, so I have to remind myself to include some physical details to “ground” a scene.

(And even after all this time, I still have to pull up images of Kaveh and Alhaitham to double-check their physical descriptions. Like, at some point, I started accidentally sticking hair clips in places that Kaveh doesn’t actually wear them, so…uh, well, I guess he wears them there now 😂)

Visualizing character body language is a lot easier for me; I can mentally see most expressions and actions, though I do occasionally need to look at my face in the mirror to figure out how to describe certain things. And I can pretty much always hear the tone/flow of dialogue in my head—but dialogue has always been the part of writing that I struggle the least with, so I guess it makes sense that it’s the easiest thing for me to visualize.

But, yes, I usually “play out” scenes in my head (or, uh, mirror) before I sit down to work on a fic! However, some visuals—like the room the characters are in—aren’t really “there” until I’m actually writing the scene and remind myself to stop and figure out what things look like.

And I answered Question 1 in this post here, but since you also asked about that one, I’ll add: even though I write in third person, whenever I’m imagining a scene before I sit down to write it, I do often visualize things in “first person” through the eyes of whichever character is the POV character!

Although, uh, I almost always zoom out and visualize in third person if things get too physical 😆 I think one of the only exceptions is if I’m imagining a moment—like the one part in Chapter 3 of “testing, testing”—where the POV character pauses to carefully look at their partner. In those cases, I do tend to visualize in first person again, since I’m seeing what the character is observing. That also happens if I’m imagining a moment where any of the POV character’s other five senses is significantly engaged. Like, if they’re in a field outdoors on a chilly night, I’ll visualize those sensory details as if I’m inhabiting the character’s body, too.

Once I’m actually writing the scene, though, I’d say it’s a more even mix of first/third person, as far as visualization goes.

#ask #answered

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well! now i wanna know what's your t20 for books omg

and ugh yes virgin suicides was such a love for me to for similarish reason(s) - the lisbon sisters were very frozen in time/spiritually paralyzed to me. it acc reminds me sm of kirsten dunst in interview with a vampire n how paralyzed claudia felt by being unable to age

oh n i just googled jesus saves n it sounds up my alley i wanna read it sometime but how graphic would you say it is?

no i get it - like i do get the appeal of whiplash n there are parts of it i like (like the driving scene LOL)

but anyways pope rly is pretentious if perfect blue is his fav of the bunch omg i love him. now i feel like he'd make fun of me for preferring black swan over it n telling me it's just a perfect blue rip-off n accusing me of only liking it bc mila n natalie get freaky in it 😭

-🐰

okay top to books!!!! just to keep it simple lol my top 5 will be in order after that its just me throwing em in there.

sula - toni morrison. favorite book of all time I have multiple copies of it and it's the absolute best story of female friendship imo and as a midwestern black girl I really resonated in ways I don't always resonate with books about southern black culture. sula mae peace was a low down diabolical woman and I love her

jesus saves - darcey steinke. this book is pretty graphic esp the scenes with sandy and her kidnapper. the dual povs are great and its one of the bleakest novels ive ever had the pleasure of reading. I was sat in shock when I finished

little birds - anais nin. my fav erotica book I like this more than delta of venus and there's actually a picture I took of the book thats popular on Pinterest and goes viral on tumblr/twitter all the time LOL. a major comfort read during one of the worst years of my life.

the moth diaries - rachel klein. read it last year it was such a good introspective work that honestly the vampirism felt both secondary and integral to the narrators plight like you can see her sanity slip over time and yet tou sit there wishing either shes right so she can have at least one thing to grasp onto or wishing she was wrong so she can feel some peace.

chouette - claire oshetsky. MY FAVVVVV BOOK ON MOTHERHOOD its magical realism and you can read it as an allegory or read it as literal which is what I prefer to do. a quick read but its so touching in its strangeness.

lolita - vladimir nabokov. technically a top 5 but its a book thats so integral to me that I can't properly rank. the way he played with words and the depth of the book is just unparalleled. I reread it once a year and although I love the 97 film it cannot come close to the book. its filled with such lush visuals and such sensuous language I get into discourse about it all the time because people either hate it due to misconceptions or they love it but feel guilty so they have to virtue signal in the most obnoxious ways. im a separate third thing.

the discomfort of evening - marieke lucas rijneveld. this is what lapvona wanted to be…it was dark and uncomfortable at many times and you feel just as isolated as the characters in some ways it feels like if the vvitch happened in more modern times with how the family dealt with grief and death in a small religious community it was kinda gross at times tol.

earthlings - sayaka murata. another very gross book and I would go into this carefully bc its very explicitly about csa. the main character was a wonderful depiction of how parental neglect, sexual abuse and trauma can leave a person stunted and how they can end up in very unsavory circumstances. the ending was wild.

nausea - jean paul sarte. my first "philosophical" book and it really....hit kinda close but it became a comforting read. I was coming off my Hell Year and I was still dealing with a lot of depression and just emptiness and that book encapsulated a lot of my emotions.

the nun - denis diderot. one of the funniest books ever im not playing. its about a young girl who becomes a nun because shes a child of adultery in the 18th century and her life just gets worse and worse as random shit keeps happening to her. it has homoeroticism and blasphemy and was conceived as a prank where diderot wrote letters as the MC. once you get into the language its such a crazy ride.

pope is a satoshi kon stan down so he feels very strongly about his work being ripped off by aronofsky!!! he argues about black swan being a lesser film all the time but I would say paprika is his fav

#✨.txt #pope heyward prompt #🐰 anon

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please more apocalypse au please pretty please

(I almost fell out of my chair and broke my neck from how happy I got seeing this lol)

So so for the Aau, there’s a lot to explain. But I should get the ground rules of before the infection that spreads (this is technically an infection AU but eh, apocalypse seems more fitting)(this AU was in help with one of my friends in the beginning of it)

so- let me just dig deep into my Google doc real quick

Before the apocalypse starts, life is normal. There’s a small town, which has most of the characters mentioned in the entirety of the characters living in it.

scar lives with the clockers (minus etho, he left, BUT he will show up later…)(also his attire is his normal skin, BEFORE the apocalypse begins)

(I will be making a post as to why his outfit changes into what was seen in the drawing I made)

grian lives with Pearl (Who is a college student)

Pearl is very much into arts and crafts, so they tend to have very bizarre stuff around the apartment (like gas masks from when Pearl would spray paint things)

gem works at a diner, with Skizz being a cook and Tango being a waiter (alongside Gem)

the four of them don’t know each other EXCEPT Grian and Scar

(Scar, Grian, Pearl, and Gem are pretty much the main four, although more people join on in later)

who used to be in the same middle school and sat next to each other in math class. They would talk occasionally, mainly just Grian helping Scar read the problems and make sense of them or just lending a pencil to one or the other.

one day, Scar gets bullied heavily (it usually happens, but it’s more of a tease). Why does he usually get teased? Because he brings Jellie to school, who is licensed as his emotional support animal and the school just doesn’t care if Jellie is there or not.

but this time, someone took is too far. We’ll call this guy ‘bully’

bully gets a bit psychical taking a book binder from Scar’s bag and tracing it along his face, saying some things, the cut draws blood (and eventually turns into a scar later on in his life)

but out of nowhere, the bully get shoved into the ground, by who? None other than Grian! Grian is one of the only hybrids in the school, him being an Avian, or more specifically Macaw, he draws a lot of attention. see, the town isn’t exactly fond of Hybrids, it’s more discriminatory than most places. So the chances of the bully getting expelled is lower than Grian getting expelled

Grian continues to fight the bully, and the bully fights back

it’s eventually broken up by a teacher, and they’re sent to the office. Grian gets expelled, and is never seen again by Scar

that is until a faithful day in his senior year, where after school, he goes to Theatre, the only place he’s really accepted in. Ren is the teacher.

As Ren is teaching the Theatre club and gives them just a scenario to get a feel for the play they’ll be doing (a mock of third life)

the people in the theatre club include

Scar (18)

tango (19)

Mumbo (on sound)(18)

Katherine (yes, she’s here, it’s important I have to include Nature wives in here somehow, but that’s all of Empires that will be in this AU probably. Other than that, it’s a mix of the life series and Hermitcraft)(18)(set)

Joel(18) (EYYY IT’S THE ONE WITH THE EGO!)

and more

They all take turns being the “lead” in this script, Joel voltuneers to go first

as they’re performing lines, Joel happened to forget a prop, so he calls out to someone who is sitting by the prop table that’s next to Ren’s desk.

that someone happens to be Grian, Grian panics as he didn’t expect to be called on or spoken to at all during this. He throws the prop (a wooden sword) and accidentally hits Scar in the head (Sound familiar? COUGH first death COUGH lol)

Scar passes out and luckily, he doesn’t get a concussion because author logic. While he passes out, there’s a flashback scene (AKA THE FIGHT FROM MIDDLE SCHOOL THAT WAS STATED EARLIER :D)

Scar wakes up and sees Grian, who is apologising but Scar’s ears are ringing, he points to Grian and just says “You look familiar…” and then closes his eyes again. When he wakes up, Theatre is about over and there’s an ice bag on his head and the mysterious “stranger” (grian) that he saw, is now gone. Scar goes up to Ren, and talks to him about him

Ren mentions that that was a brother of a friend from college (Pearl). He tells Scar that he doesn’t go to school and is technically homeschooled but borrows stuff from here. Ren also let’s Scar know that Grian feels like he owes Scar a favour or anything because he feels bad that he hit him in the head with a wooden sword.

Scar leaves the class with Jellie and his stuff and takes the bus home, on the way home he can’t help but think about what favour he would owe this guy, or if he’d ever see him again?

he goes home and Cleo asks him about his day, he brushes it off as a normal one, but it really wasn’t. Scar lays on his bed, too tired to change and ends up falling asleep.

(Then there’s a time skip, but that should be saved for a whole different post)

that’s basically like a prologue I guess? Idk, I can turn this into a proper Ao3 chapter, and maybe have a whole fic for this

this whole thing was taken out of my doc, from the section labeled “CHAPTER PLANS” lololol

#Aau!#my au #hermitblr #desert duo #grian #gtwscar #geminitay #pearlescentmoon #rendog #apocalypse au #a little tidbit in my mind

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possibilistfanfiction · 10 months

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Just dropping by to say I really appreciate your writing. I hope you are well!

Also, I miss footy au. xD

[i swear i'm still working on it!! the last chap WILL be up for the wc lol here's a teeny bit]

round of sixteen

'so,' ava says, grinning from ear to ear, 'then he came up to me, with his dad, and asked if i knew how to do a wheelie in my chair.'

you can't help but smile too, as ava tells you a story of how she'd seen a little boy in a wheelchair today at target; she's been discharged from inpatient therapy, and you'd helped coordinate with dr. salvius — and ava, of course — to get her into what dr. salvius assured is the best outpatient facility in the world. ava had been grumpy when you'd both insisted that, although obviously there were so many people who were happy to keep her company and care for her — even more as the world cup goes on and teams with your friends on them are eliminated — she would benefit, at least for now, from a home nurse for a few hours each day, and a handicap-accessible van for trips to and from rehab and wherever else she wanted to go.

target, apparently, being one of them — but it had made you happier than you ever could've expected, even a year ago, to hear ava tell you about the new sheets she picked up, a cute jewelry holder she found, how her back hadn't hurt too badly and how muscular her arms are after so much time in the chair. she has months and months to go, if she ever is able to regain most of her mobility — still a big if — but she seems happy, especially on good days.

and today had been a good day: she'd, of course, showed the little boy how to do a wheelie, because of course she loves to do them, and she'd gotten burgers at her favorite brewery with dora — 'and now i get to watch you kick some absolute ass.'

your heart has been lighter as she's healed: you don't care, at all, if she plays again, only that her pain is as minimal as it can be and that, whatever her recovery looks like, it's imbued with community, and joy. that she doesn't feel alone. you nod. 'that's the goal.'

ava laughs, delighted. 'you're so stupid sometimes.'

you roll your eyes, far too fond, and lilith scoffs from next to you on the bus.

'hey lilith,' ava says, unfazed. 'when you score tonight, dedicate it to me.'

'hell will freeze over before that ever happens,' lilith responds.

'yeah, it would be a total miracle if you ever scored, that's true.'

you laugh, despite yourself, at lilith's glare.

'anyway, good luck, have fun being the second-best nine in the world.'

lilith groans but waves in the direction of your phone, and you wish, so much, that you could hear ava's silly and harmless trash talk in person, that she was standing in the tunnel on the other side, ready to walk out and play a full 90 as hard as she could. but ava's hair is clean and she even has some makeup on, and she'd made a little boy incredibly happy today, her laughter more powerful than anything.

'well, i'll let you go,' she says. 'love you, baby.'

'i love you too.'

when lilith scores — her third, a hat trick far too imposing for a knock-out stage in a world championship — she points into the camera and smiles. ava will never, ever let it go, you're already certain, but that's why you all love her anyway.

#footy au #if this isn't medically accurate pls know i Truly do not care lol

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𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐌! 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄

[ Chapter Index | S!CoBL Index ]

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NOTE: Hello all! Just wanted to update you with my current writing progress so far. I just finished writing my first chapter of S!CoBL and I’m posting it here to tumblr!

I don’t currently have a schedule for when I’m going to release this series, cause this is my first project of this scale so I’m just kinda writing as I go along. I already have all the major story beats planned out, it’s just a matter of turning plot points into actual writing lol.

But I also just wanted to say that I actually formatted this story in a strange way… You see my writing sample is written in first person pov however, this story I originally wrote in screenplay format and translated into third person. So hopefully you all will like this style of writing too, as it comes a lot more natural to me than trying to force myself into first person pov writing.

Anyways, enjoy~ ✨

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INT. SUPERSTORE - NIGHT (YEARS AGO)

A young Billy, no older than four, walks alongside a shopping cart. His mother, Marilyn, an exasperated woman in her early twenties, fumbles through her purse as her shopping cart comes to a full stop. She glances over at Billy.

"Stay right here, baby. I'll be back in a minute."

Unbeknownst to Billy, Marilyn was a local dealer who was currently low on cash as a young mother. She had reluctantly brought Billy along for a late-night "meetup," uneasy about leaving him home alone at his age.

As Marilyn hurried away, Billy's attention was lured by the laughter of two children engrossed in play with action figures and dolls. Their voices echoed through the aisles.

"Woah! What toy is that?"

"It's Star Commander Ultra! He's the bravest hero in the galaxy.”

The child's younger sister chimed in, trying to brag about her doll as well, in hopes of getting some attention from Billy and her brother.

"Well, my doll is Princess Butterfly Sparkle Glitter, and she's the bravest and the coolest in all twelve galaxies!”

"There's only one galaxy, Macy." He said, as his eyebrows dropped. Seemingly familiar with his sister's need to be the center of attention in every situation.

Amidst their banter, they agree to let Billy in on their game as they go back to running around the store shouting and having fun.

Suddenly, a mother's voice pierced through the aisles, in an attempt to round-up her children. She shouted across the aisle that she was done shopping, and they were leaving. The children hastily said goodbye to Billy as they ran off to catch up with their mother.

Now left completely alone, Billy's anxiety surged. He realized he wasn't able to find the shopping cart his mother had told him to wait by.

Roaming a handful of aisles, his confusion and panic grew as he felt every second scrape by.

As Billy hastily rounded a corner, he collided with the legs of a police officer, falling to the ground, stopping his search completely. A tall blonde woman who was looking down at him in surprise.

"Oh, whoopsies! Haha, that's alright bud. You okay?"

Although Billy didn't respond, he read the name that was sewn into her uniform, Lindsay.

Officer Lindsay helped him to his feet. Her concern deepens as she looks around the store, realizing this child is unattended. She takes it upon herself to help Billy find his mother.

As Billy and Officer Lindsay roam the store looking for Marilyn, they eventually find her in a heated discussion with some of the employees at the store. Marilyn's face drops. She is suddenly pale with shock as she realizes her son is being escorted by a police officer.

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EXT. SUPERSTORE - NIGHT

Marilyn was led away, leaving Officer Lindsay to return to Billy. She knelt down to his level.

"Hey bud, how do you feel about coloring books? If you want we could color together in this book that I brought with me.”

Billy doesn’t reply. He just stands in silence looking around, seemingly confused about the situation, not sure where his mother is.

“I could really use your help with coloring these tigers, if you wanted to help me out.” Officer Lindsay continued.

Billy agreed, oblivious to the chaos around him. He followed Officer Lindsay's lead, as she was a calming distraction from the situation.

The last thing Billy remembers is Officer Lindsay taking his hand and leading him away from the arrest of his mother.

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INT. SOCIAL WORKER'S OFFICE - DAY ( PRESENT DAY )

The sounds of the night slowly start to fade into the background. Blending together until they make a voice. The voice of Mrs.Kelly, Billy’s social worker.

“Billy…Billy”

A now teenage Billy lightly flinches as he snaps back into reality, realizing he is being called.

"Come on in, Let's talk." Mrs.Kelly said as she beckoned him into her office with her hand.

Her office was well-worn, a place Billy had been countless times. The room filled with a light clutter everywhere. Filled to the brim with books,binders and paperwork she was in the middle of sorting through.

Billy enters the room and tosses his backpack onto one of the open seats in her office, and with a few stretches, made himself comfortable. It was clear he was in no rush to sit down.

"Ah, how could I forget, ol' reliable. Billy said as he gestured towards the chairs in front of Mrs.Kelly's desk as he looked over at her with a slight grin. "You know, instead of you guys spending all this time and money trying to put me into a foster home, I could just live here instead."

The air grew charged as they faced each other.

Mrs.Kelly's patience was wearing thin, worn down by Billy's snarky tone.

"Billy, you know we're running out of options here. I’m really gonna need you to get your act together."

Billy's eyes narrowed, a touch of bitterness seeping into his voice.

"Uh-huh."

"You already know why you’re here," she continued.

"I do."

"And you already know what I’m gonna say."

"True."

With a casual crossing of his arms, he settled further into his chair, poised to mimic Mrs.Kelly as they spoke in unison.

"That I brought you in here today to tell you that you’ve been assigned to a new foster home," they synchronized.

She let out a sigh, clearly accustomed to Billy’s attitude.

"Look, I know it's been a tough year for you. But this time has to be different."

She locked eyes with Billy, her authoritative gaze cutting through his playful exterior.

"This time, you've got to give them a chance."

Billy's gaze hardened, his frustration simmering beneath the surface.

"A chance? How many chances do I have to give? How many 'homes' will I go through before you guys actually start listening to me? I don’t need a fake family to play pretend with. I have a family, I have a mom, they’re out there, looking for me."

Mrs.Kelly’s expression softened, a mix of empathy and weariness.

"Billy, we’re not going to have this discussion again, we’ve been over this. You can do whatever you want when you’re 18, but for now the state is responsible for you. Which means I’m responsible for you, and I need you to try and play along, just a little longer."

Billy's guard wavered for a moment, temporarily exposing his feelings of rejection and hopelessness that lie beneath his sarcastic tone.

"But I’m tired of it. I just wanna make my own decisions instead of you guys and your 'agency' shoving fake families and broken homes onto me like I’m some sort of charity case."

Mrs.Kelly leaned back, letting out a sigh. She knew she was dealing with a determined young man who’d clearly had a rough start to life.

"You’re not a charity case, you’re a young man. A young man with a bright future ahead of you, and we’re just trying to do what’s best for you."

She paused, ensuring she had Billy’s attention despite his sudden drop in bravado.

"I’m trying to do what’s best for you."

Billy nodded, a hint of reluctant acknowledgment. Then, with a sharp scoff, he adds,

"Yeah, I've heard that one before too."

End. ⚡️

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#billy batson #captain marvel #captain marvel dc #dc comics #fawcett comics #shazam #shazam 2019 #shazam: fury of the gods #Shazam:CoBL #writers on tumblr #chapter one

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wyattjohnston · 2 years

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gonna break my heart (this city) - tyson jost

series: this is getting good now

note: this is for my 💚 anon, @farbutnevergone and @matthewtkachuk. this idea has been floating around since... May which actually isn't that long when it comes to me lol

warnings: anxiety, depression and associated therapy

word count: 3,808

Even as the buzzer sounded and the Enterprise Center erupted, even as the team shook hands with their heads hanging low, Flick knew that a first-round exit was much easier to handle than a third-round exit. Tyson wouldn’t agree, hadn’t when Flick posed the question the previous season after only a second-round exit, because there wasn’t anything good about exiting the Playoffs at any stage unless you had the Stanley Cup lifted over your head.

She gripped her visitors pass tightly in her hand, shoved deep into the pocket of her coat, and followed the reporters she’d befriended as they made their way into the depths of the arena. It was the third time she’d made the trek in the one week and it never got any less intimidating—it was one thing to be on your home turf with families also walking down and another entirely to be the only person who hadn’t flown in on the team plane.

There were no doubts in her mind that flying to watch the first-round games was a good idea, aside from maybe seeing how much fun Brady Tkachuk had had in the crowds and thinking that might have been better than sitting in the press box. If anyone else found it weird, nobody said anything, so Flick was holding onto that.

She, for lack of anything else to do, took a seat in the media room and watched the interviews and focused on her breathing so that she wouldn’t cry at how upset the guys were about their elimination. It was impossible not to feel everything they were exuding; it felt like she was intruding by being there.

Tyson was never the last one out of the locker room—the guys in Minnesota took longer than the guys in Colorado—so she didn’t have to wait too long for him to appear, with dripping hair and a drooping face and he wrapped his arms around her. The sheer number of fines he’d racked up since arriving was impressive and they were all to do with Flick.

“It’s not fair if you come back to the hotel with me,” Tyson whispered into the top of her hair. “Smuggling you in probably isn’t a great move for my reputation.”

Flick agreed, even if she knew that there would be no shortage of players who found a way to get a woman into their hotel rooms. They would see each other the next morning, regardless, and Flick was all for not becoming the least favourite WAG by virtue of getting special treatment just because she’d developed separation anxiety on top of her regular anxiety.

“Did you miss the NHLPA memo that everyone was supposed to go to Italy?” Flick asked as she stumbled across another player’s story—although she couldn’t tell you the path she took to get to Adam Lowry’s story, nor could she have named him as a hockey player before she found his page.

“Must’ve gone to my junk mail,” Tyson said, leaning over Flick’s shoulder to watch her tap through another story. “Are you telling me you’d rather be in Italy than watching some old folks play some concerts?”

Flick hummed, only because she wasn’t even sure of the answer herself. When they’d discussed their off-season plans, it had been easy to just have them be like they had been the few years before. A trip to Edmonton, then Kelowna, time in Vancouver to see Flick’s parents which was perfectly coordinated with Mat’s time in Vancouver and then back to Minnesota where Tyson had agreed to participate in Da Beauty League.

Flick was happy to do that, but the FOMO was settling in.

“Babe?” Tyson asked. He walked around the couch to kneel in front of her. “Are you mad we’re not in Italy?”

She tried not to sound exasperated as she let her phone fall to the couch beside her and sighed, “There doesn’t feel like there’s ever enough time to see both our families and your summer hockey stuff and go on a vacation. I promise I’m not mad, I’m just a little jealous that everybody else seems to make it work.”

“We’ve got so much time to do everything, Flick,” Tyson said quietly. Flick knew him well enough to know the signs of guilt on his face. “Name a place and we’ll go there.”

“It’s too short notice. We’ve got a big one planned for next year.”

“That’s our honeymoon,” Tyson said as he pushed off his knees and moved to the couch beside Flick. He made sure he was turned towards her and held her hands. “We shouldn’t just be going on a European vacation for big things like that. Do you want to go to Italy?”

“I want to go to Vancouver and then try and find a home in Minnesota. This sounds gross and cheesy, but I want to go wherever you go.”

“That does sound gross and cheesy, good thing I feel the same I guess.” He kissed her forehead sweetly. “I do want you to tell me when you’re mad or jealous, Flick.”

“I do tell you; I didn’t know I was jealous about that until right now.”

Flick could tell that Tyson wasn’t convinced, the hum he produced purely to let her know he’d heard her.

Watching the Avs win the Cup was amongst the worst things Flick had ever experienced.

It had been demonstrably worse for Tyson.

Flick hadn’t meant to let it all spiral, really. She never did and yet it continued to happen.

She celebrated her 25th birthday five days early at a nice restaurant in Vancouver, with Tyson, her parents, Mat and Cheyenne. It was great, mostly, and she largely enjoyed herself and the time she was able to spend with the people closest to her.

As happy as she was to see Mat and Cheyenne, it was hard to sit back and listen to them repeat every second of their Italian holiday. But, her parents hadn’t heard them yet and they were always interested in Mat’s stories—especially when they involved him and hired Vespas. The first time she heard them, the stories were hilarious and Flick had laughed along as they were told but hearing them be repeated just had her staring blankly at the wall beside Mat’s head and forcing a smile every so often to pretend she was paying attention.

Tyson kept his hand on her thigh, squeezing every so often almost as if he was trying to make sure that she was still in fact sitting beside him.

When her parents left after dinner, the four wandered through the streets of Vancouver to find a bar for some extra celebratory drinks and Flick got suitably drunk despite the flight they had to get on the next day to St Paul. There were no more stories about Italy but there was lots of dancing and lots of hugging and all in all she deemed it a good night.

On the 14th of July—her actual birthday—Tyson took her to see the gardens at Como Park Zoo & Conservatory.

“I didn’t know this was even here,” Flick said as they walked through the Enchanted Garden and were faced with the beautiful flowers and equally as beautiful butterflies.

“We didn’t really have much time to get out and explore,” Tyson offered as an excuse but Flick shrugged it off.

She said, trying to keep her voice steady, “I had nothing but time.”

It was a good day and offered enough of a distraction from her thoughts that she almost forgot that she was even sad about being back in Minnesota.

Flick wished she’d stayed in Vancouver longer. Minnesota wasn’t her home.

They moved back into a hotel when they returned so that they could view potential houses before making a decision—to rent. It was the decision they came to when it was clear that Flick wasn’t set on St Paul, or Minneapolis or anywhere in between, and if there was any chance he’d be somewhere else by October 2023 then neither of them could justify putting in the effort of buying.

It didn’t take long to find something suitable and move in the things that Laura had driven up from Colorado out of storage, or the things they’d brought back from Canada.

Flick wished she’d stayed in Vancouver longer but she also wished she’d gotten to go to Italy because sitting in an old rental in St Paul, alone, while Tyson started kicking up his training was tearing apart any progress made on her anxiety. There was only so much talking she could do to her plants.

The days she went to watch Tyson practice or play Da Beauty League games were better than the days she didn’t; getting out of the house and speaking to people was definitely the reason for that. Only, there were very few people Flick spoke to when she did go. One of them being Annie—who was being very accommodating even though they’d only met once years prior—who didn’t always make an appearance if there wasn’t a game on.

“You can… If you want to go spend more time with your parents, we can make that happen,” Tyson said one day when he got home and found her in the exact same position she was in when he’d left, staring blankly at the television.

At first, she didn’t hear the statement clearly, the words didn’t make sense in her head until she sorted them out one by one and put the sentence back together.

She didn’t even take her attention off the television when she asked him, her voice hoarse, “You want me to go?”

Flick could hear Tyson breathing in and out, so evenly that he was obviously counting as he did so. It felt like an age that he did it for and she gripped the couch cushions tightly, expecting him to actually tell her to pack up her belongings and get out.

“I want you to be happy.”

“I want to be happy, too.”

A painful silence consumed the room, and Flick tried to time her breathing with Tyson’s so that she remembered to breathe at all.

A flight was booked from St Paul to Vancouver for that weekend.

Flick was over the crying she’d been doing, almost as much as she was over how hard Tyson was trying not to cry.

The two days since booking the flight and getting Flick to the airport had been tense and uncomfortable and neither of them knew how to fix it. It didn’t help that Flick was packing the suitcase she’d only just gotten around to properly emptying almost wordlessly.

She wheeled her suitcase out of the bedroom, knowing that it was nearly time to leave. Tyson was standing behind the couch, paying attention to nothing in particular.

Flick stood at the opposite end of the couch and whispered to the ground, “Do you still want to get married?”

Tyson sprung into action immediately, and just as soon as he was in front of her, his arms were around her. She sagged into him, the realisation hitting her that she’d been avoiding touching him since they discussed her going back to Vancouver.

She tried to hold onto him as he pulled back, but he fought it so that he could tell her, “Flick, I’m going to make this very clear: we are not breaking up. We are not on any sort of break.”

“That’s good,” she said weakly, a fresh set of tears rolling down her cheeks as she buried her face back into his shirt. She didn’t want to think about why she struggled to add, “I love you and I want to get married.”

“I am in love with you,” he said with a painful sincerity, “And next July I am going to marry you.”

Tyson drove her to the airport where they both cried at security because it definitely felt more like a breakup than it was supposed to.

It was so much of a sight that a woman, maybe slightly older than them, walked up to Flick and offered her hand, saying, “You look like you could use a hand to hold.”

Flick looked between the woman and Tyson, only moving when Tyson kissed her one last time and gently pushed her in the woman’s direction.

The woman—who introduced herself as Josie—held Flick’s hand as much as she could as they walked through security, offering up small talk as a distraction. She wasn’t going to Vancouver, but she did wait with Flick at the gate and made her promise to text when she landed.

“Why are you letting me cry all over you?” Flick asked.

“Because it's better to cry all over someone than to do it by yourself.”

Being back in Vancouver was eye opening, to say the least. It became clear almost immediately that Flick had become more than co-dependent with Tyson—or, she’d become dependent on him and there wasn’t much co about it.

She woke up every morning in her room at her parents’ and immediately reached for Tyson. She walked into the kitchen and immediately looked for Tyson. She heard the door open and immediately looked up, expecting to see Tyson and his goofy grin staring back at her.

Still, it was nice to be able to spend time with her parents. Spending time with Mat was great, too. It had been a while since she had done either without Tyson being around.

It was reminiscent of how they spent many summers as teenagers, sitting outside on the pool deck complaining about it being slightly too cold to actually get in the water and then complaining even further when they actually did dive in and realise it was also too cold in the water.

Mat’s hesitation to ask Flick any direct questions about why she was back in Vancouver hadn’t escaped her. He’d tried a few times to weasel in a question but if he wasn’t asking directly Flick was just telling him that she was taking more time to spend with her parents.

“We spent a lot of time in Alberta, you know?”

They were dried and inside his summer rental when he finally asked, “Is it Minnesota?” before adding cautiously, “Is it Tyson?”

Flick tilted her head to the side, thinking about it as if she hadn’t been thinking about it since before she got on the plane. With a deep sigh, she said, “I think it’s me.”

“Do you actually think that or does the anxiety think that?”

Flick tapped her fingers against her thigh for a few seconds, thinking. She said, “I see the psychiatrist next week, so let me get back to you.”

Mat nodded; his mouth pulled together tightly. The abruptness of his steps towards her and his arms around her didn’t shock her so much—she found that people often felt the need to hug her when she was upset. The touch was comforting, nonetheless.

Cheyenne hugged her, too, when she arrived home for dinner.

Sitting in a psychiatrist’s office provided Flick with an odd and awkward comfort. There was nothing she hadn’t shared with a therapist over the years—from the horrific public speaking experiences in school to the fear of making the life changing decision to move to Denver.

The realisation hit her like a tonne of bricks that she’d spoken to someone for the move to Denver but rushed headfirst into the decision to move to Minnesota; that no thought had gone into her decision beyond not wanting Tyson to leave.

“When you talk to Dr Wilson in Minnesota, I’m sure she’ll have some tools to help you become more independent. It’s a new city for you and Tyson, yes, and I think that it would be beneficial for you to find some friends outside of the world of hockey.”

“I’ve been talking to the girl who helped me at the airport,” Flick said, her feet tapping up and down as they always did while she was in therapy. “I think she might want to be my friend.”

“If she’s still talking to you, I think you might be right,” Dr Patrick said, not unkindly, but definitely in a manner that made Flick know for certain that she was overthinking that new friendship, too.

Mat went back to Long Island and Flick spent more time with her high school friends as a result. They weren’t how she remembered, which she wasn’t all too shocked by given they really only spoke to each other on birthdays. Flick had come to terms with it not long after leaving Vancouver, though it wasn’t without tears and frustration, that the friends she grew up with weren’t going to be the friends she grew old with.

Regardless, it was nice to see them even if it felt like she was meeting them for the very first time.

It did make her miss Denver even more than she already did and she made a mental note to mention the newfound fear that her Denver friends would become like her Vancouver friends.

All in all, it made her miss Tyson and the steadiness he brought with him.

She spoke to Tyson every night on the phone—sometimes FaceTime and sometimes not—which helped solidify the fact that they weren’t broken up. There wasn’t always much to say with Tyson’s days filled mostly with hockey except for when he was out on the boat with Matt Boldy and the Minnesota broadcast crew and Flick only having so much to say about completing puzzles with her father.

“I’ll be back before the season starts,” she said confidently as August ticked along into September, more than a month apart. Neither of them had really broached the topic of when she would head back to St Paul.

“Yeah?” he asked and Flick could see his face light up through FaceTime.

“Yeah. I feel really good.”

Flick hadn’t realised that Tyson had been so tense every time they spoke—though, she’d been similarly tense so it shouldn’t have surprised her as much as it did—until he was smiling at the idea of her coming home.

“That’s the best news I’ve heard in a long time.”

“I’ve been speaking to a salon about getting a chair and my psych and I found a new psych in St Paul who I’ve spoken to on the phone and she’s really nice. We can go together, if you want. Or there are other doctors she works with who specialise in couples therapy—which we don’t need to do because we’re having troubles but I’ve realised since being here that I expect a lot of you and I think we can work together to help me. Not just expect that you’ll fix me.”

Tyson knew that she was seeing her old psychiatrist back in Vancouver, that had never been a secret, and he’d actively encouraged it when they spoke about how cutting contact with her Denver doctor was one of the many reasons she was struggling so hard.

“Why was this different to last time, do you think?” he asked, mumbling around the thumb he was busy nervously biting the cuticle off. “You coming to Denver with me wasn’t anything like this.”

“Oh” Flick said, before happily—proudly—continuing, “so we talked about it maybe being because I stayed in Vancouver long enough for me to sort my things out and really come to terms with moving. If you get traded again, I shouldn’t immediately drop everything and come with you and I definitely shouldn’t accuse you of not wanting me to come at all.”

Tyson was nodding, though he wasn’t speaking. The contemplation on his face let Flick know that she just needed to wait for him for a few minutes, but a nervous energy ran through her as she did so. She focused on her breathing and used every trick she’d been taught by her psychiatrists over the years to not immediately assume that it was because Tyson didn’t want her that he was taking so long to answer.

“I feel like I haven’t had nearly enough breakthroughs,” he said eventually, his brow creased.

“There are plenty of psychiatrists you can talk to, Tys,” Flick said, confident because she knew that Tyson was always that way when talking to her about her therapy. “You don’t even need to be broken for them to be beneficial.”

His face contorted, almost imperceptibly, but Flick always noticed, but it cleared as he said softly, “You aren’t broken and I feel like every psych you’ve ever had will tell you that you shouldn’t say that.”

“Well, no, I shouldn’t,” she conceded, her sigh heavy, “but I’m just saying if you wanted to speak to somebody then you can and you should.”

“I will, Flick. I think that’s a good idea. We can even go see someone together.”

“I love you.”

Getting off the plane was a much nicer experience than getting on it.

There were no tears in her eyes, just a massive smile on her face as she walked into baggage claim with the knowledge that Tyson was there waiting for her. For a brief moment when she saw him she thought about running towards him but no amount of therapy had been able to shake the anxiety she had about drawing attention to herself.

Flick opted for a brisk walk to him, where his feet were firmly planted because he knew her well enough to not run at her even if it was what he really wanted to do.

She was far less apprehensive about throwing herself at him when he was within reach, her arms around his waist as he wrapped his around her shoulders, each holding each other tighter than she could remember. There were lots of hellos and I love yous and I missed yous.

It had been nearly a month since they last saw each other in person and Flick was caught up in making sure he was actually as real as he seemed. Tyson had no problem standing in her arms for as long as she needed because he was just happy to have her back.

They hadn’t even really pulled apart from each other when Flick said into his ear, too afraid to look him in the eye, “I know that it seems like I realised a lot of things while you weren’t around—but really, I just learned that I missed you. I guess I just got used to you knowing how to make me feel better but then this was far too much for you to be able to fix.”

“Flick, I’m gonna try and make you feel better for the rest of your life.”

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