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morose-melodies · 1 year

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stars aligned | yandere! abyss prince aether x reader

summary: you were brought down from celestia to watch after tevet and protect tevet but after the abyss prince becomes interested in you and your origins, everything goes downhill for you.

content warning: mind break, stalking and obsession

(in my mind the abyss is a very confusing place that can be anything and is very trippy)

@ultraviolencenthusiast this is for you :D

the heavy wind dried the tear that rolled down your cheek.

the grass underneath you poked at your skin, causing you to turn uncomfortably. your cries had lessened and instead of crying, you lay there, accepting your defeat.

with each blow of the wind, it seemed to whisper "aether," softly each time it passed your ear but you were far too disoriented to understand.

you began whispering along with the wind, mindlessly repeating the word "aether" over and over again, as your tears soon picked up again.

everything was overwhelming.

the heavy wind, the loud static noises, and the sharp grass. "aether," you whispered as you turned to lie on your back, looking at the space around you.

a void surrounded the platform you lay on, a dark, starry void that seemed to spin around you slowly. the air was suffocating, "aether," you whispered once again, you took a handful of grass and held it in your hand as the wind picked up.

"aether."

a portal opened before you and the abyss prince walked out. he kneeled in front of you, close enough for you to reach him but far enough so you'd have to strain to touch him.

"aether," the strong winds seemed to not affect him, as he sat down in front of you. "(y/n), tell me where you come from and this," he motioned to the void surrounding the two of you, "can end."

"aether," you cried, stretching your arm out to touch him and everything around you began to become loud and overwhelming, "aeth-"

Your finger grazed his finger and for a second everything was silent, the wind calmed down and the static sound ended.

a small smile appeared on aether's face as he watched you reach out to him again, your hand wrapping around his arm and holding on tightly.

"(y/n)..." aether reached out and placed his hand over yours, "where are you from... and don't say tevet."

your grip on him tightened as tears ran down your cheeks, you shook your head repeatedly, knowing you couldn't tell anyone of your origins or else there would be grave consequences.

... but surely the consequences couldn't be as bad as what you're enduring at the moment.

"let me tell you a story first... maybe that will help you. i first saw you three years ago..."

it's been three years.

three years since aether first saw you, during his journey throughout tevet. you were a wanderer that loved nature, you loved tevet.

you were there when he woke up, you asked him how he was doing but before he could respond you were gone.

perhaps he was seeing things?

the next time he saw you was inside mondstadt, inside the cathedral, he tried to approach you but before he could reach you, you were gone.

after that, aether went looking for you and even asked around about you, but no one knew who he was talking about.

he saw you again in liyue, walking down a trail, he was quick to approach you but by the time he caught up to you, you were no longer there.

throughout his journey in tevet, he saw you many times. wherever he was, you were also there. somewhere in the distance or someone near him, you were always there.

just doing your job. watching tevet, making sure nothing out of the ordinary happened. it was your duty which you were born with.

perhaps he was curious, infatuated, or perhaps it was true love but he yearned to see you again, to speak to you, to touch you and understand you.

after his journey, he found himself subconsciously looking around for you, no matter where it was he went. he'd always looked around a little too vigilantly.

then a year after your disappearance, he saw you again and swore to never let you out of his sight.

three years passed and tevat remained the same. sure there were minor problems, but they were usually nothing you couldn't fix.

that was until a large portal opened up in front of you.

you paused, your eyes wide as someone stepped out of it. the traveler from years ago, "hello," he greeted you as a larger THING followed him out of the portal, "so we meet again."

meet again? you took a cautioned step back, "I'm not sure- I don't know what you're talking about..." the thing behind the traveler made you want to drop everything in hand and run away, screaming.

but you were stronger than that. "hmm? you're confused? I was confused too... but then i saw you again and- and i watched you, then i wasn't so confused anymore."

"you watched me? why?" you question, your palms becoming clammy as he took a small step towards you, "to understand your motives... but watching you has left me with more questions than before."

a small hesitant smile appeared on his face momentarily before it faded.

"I'm still confused... what did I do?" you questioned him and he sighed, "it's been three years and you've already forgotten me? I didn't forget you. i always wondered about you..."

"did I know you-?"

"yes, you do know me. you appeared everywhere I went, no matter where I was, you were always there. so why are you acting confused?" the traveler slightly leaned forward, his hair dropping to slightly cover his eyes.

"i-i don't remember you... I was probably trying to make sure you weren't a threat to tevet, but I can't be sure..."

"I... a threat?" aether tilted his head slightly, "i-i..." you knew you weren't supposed to tell anyone your true origins, so now you were unsure about what to do.

the traveler pointed to the portal while taking a step towards it, "come with me, (y/n), i want an explanation."

(y/n)?

"what is that," you point at the portal and then to the large thing behind him, "and what's that?"

"oh? I thought you already knew," aether tilted his head waiting for you to reply but you never did, "after my journey through tevet... I was disappointed with what i learned-"

he paused, holding a hand out to you, "I learned of good things and bad things, such as the destruction of khaenri'ah- how terrible-"

khaenri'ah... you knew all too well about the destruction of that nation, you were there when it happened.

"I want to restore that fallen nation and bring back all of the lost lives-"

you understand now... how could you be so dumb. khaenri'ah, wanting to restore what was lost, the portal, the thing that made the portal, "the abyss order?" you asked him, "it that what this is about? are you a part of it."

to which he replied with a subtle nod.

you shook your head, this could end terribly for you. the abyss order was opposed to celestia and anything related to it, including you.

you have one too many run-ins with them... perhaps it was a part of his plan? has he been watching you for that long?

were you being targeted by the abyss order?

a sudden fear entered your body and caused you to turn away from the abyss prince as fast as you could and run.

the sky was darkened as a portal opened up in front of you. you were unable to avoid it and ran in.

...

the heavy wind dried the tear that rolled down your cheek.

the grass underneath you poked at your skin, causing you to turn uncomfortably. your cries had lessened and instead of crying, you lay there, accepting your defeat.

with each blow of the wind, it seemed to whisper "aether," softly each time it passed your ear but you were far too disoriented to understand.

you began whispering along with the wind, mindlessly repeating the word "aether" over and over again, as your tears soon picked up again.

and so the "timeless" loop began with seemingly no end.

it went on, over and over again, but aether had nothing to lose, not even time. watching you, seeing you, being with you after being without you for so long was nice.

having you hold onto him, say his name and look at him, truly acknowledge him was more than he could ever ask for.

he almost didn't want to you tell him where you were from, so the loop could go on and on forever and he could continue to see you and be with you forever.

because after watching you, he grew to like you... a lot.

"aether," you cried, your voice faint but he could hear you and so he approached you, perhaps things would be different this time.

you were fully aware of what was happening, the time loops were beginning to exhaust you, he could tell.

"aether," you reached out and grabbed his arm, holding onto him as if you'd lose him, and he placed his hand over yours, just like the other times.

but... something was different, your grip was tighter and your eyes were tearless. "so tired," you whispered, and your nails began to penetrate the skin on aether's arm.

"tell me-"

"c... celestia."

the abyss prince stilled, his eyes widened unable to hide his shock, "(y/n)... is that true."

your grip tightened, as you whispered, "can't go back, please" your eyes met his and he looked down at you, unable to process his feelings.

but he knew that he still liked you, he liked you a lot. "they... will be ma-"

"I'll make sure nothing happens to you, but from now on, I need you to help me," aether grabbed his free hand around your arm and made you sit up.

you were hesitating- you still loved tevet and didn't want to be the reason for anything bad happening but after a minute, it seemed that you had no choice and nodded.

and aether helped you up and brought you towards a portal and you followed him in.

...

you woke up in a bed, a soft static sound playing in the distance. a pair of fingers repeatedly grazed your cheek, as a disoriented voice spoke to you.

but something was different, you didn't hear the sound of birds chirping outside of your window. your eyes opened and you looked around.

aether sat beside you, his hand resting on your cheek. you're in your bedroom? what about celestia, you sat up abruptly, "w-what about-"

"(y/n), stop. don't mention it. nothing has happened to you, you're still safe," aether smiled at you softly, as he pulled his hand back.

"what? where am i?" the static sound put you off, something wasn't normal, and no matter how normal things look, something was wrong.

"oh... you've already figured it out... you're still in the abyss and you'll stay here until I'm sure that it's safe for you to leave."

which happened to be never. he planned to keep you here until tevet met its end and maybe even after.

because he actually really likes you.

#yandere x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere #yandere aether #yandere abyss prince #yandere aether x reader #aether x reader #aether #abyss prince aether #yandere scenarios

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bunji-enthusiast · 1 month

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If I'm not bothering you then can you make a sonic exe x reader?

Where exe is able to leave and go back into the game anytime he wants and reader isn't scared of him at all after the first time they met

Then during a strong storm (no rain just strong winds and loud thunder) the whole house becomes black and exe tries to use that to his advantage to scare reader, with her famous chase around the house as reader is litting some candles on but of course he fails in scaring them so in the end they just end up cuddling together on the couch for the rest of the night

It's very simple it's just what I have on my mind for now sorry XD

Long Into The Abyss — Sonic.EXE

Note || that’s fine! A very neat idea :>

WC || 1,527

Sypnosis || Your a hard person to scare, he wonders how he can even deal with that. But soon enough he gives up on the idea.

The first time you had met him was the only time you truly were scared of your fluffy blue friend ridden with malice and lust for murder, though it was only upon those originally living in his world he had inflicted it upon. He thought it to be interesting to scare the hell out of you when your poor innocent soul came across his corrupted game.

Watching the way you panicked when trying to look for a way out for Tails was amusing, but when he had finally made his infamous appearance upon the screen. That was more amusing than anything, the way you screamed when he did.

Now utter confusion just simply fills him when he realizes you aren’t as phased by his antics anymore, not even when he appears outside of the game in your house.

“What the hell?” He muttered when you continued playing various different routes of his game, he intentionally had created them on purpose to see if he could scare you again. Even then every time with your attempts to save Tails, Knuckles and even Eggman; you weren’t scared anymore. Just only cursing when you mess up.

“Dammit.” You curse under your breath when you're on one of the death routes, you kept forgetting about this specific one.

“No no, no no-”

The death screen appears, detailing the very specific death of your poor character. You wince in an apologetic manner for putting him through it again. “Sorry, I’m trying my best here.” He then decides to appear right next to you, swirls of glitches and blurriness permeating his arrival.

“Oh hey!” You said, noticing him from the corner of your eye.

“How are you not afraid?” He interjects in a curious yet amused tone, sincerely he was curious to know how you can maintain such a calm and ready manner even while playing. The demonic hedgehog floats around you from behind, while he was albeit rude and murderous at times, he wasn’t about to break your concentration.

“I dunno?” You shrug, before adding on, “I got used to it I guess.” He raises a brow, seemingly confused with the answer you gave. But only with humans could they actually answer this way, it would only make sense, he concludes. For a few moments he blinks, giving you an incredulous look nonetheless.

“I see.”

Then he disappears into the air, leaving you alone in your own company once more. You were actually getting used to the bloody hedgehog, in a way. You wonder if he will come back around at all once again. “Too bad.” You shrug, turning your attention completely back on the game. You wanted to see what else you could find while you still were in the game, you thought he was interesting for even creating more routes.

You know this because you remember them all not being there near the beginning, since your first official meeting with the self-proclaimed god.

“Alright Knuckles, let's see if I can do a better job with you.” You pause in your gait, feeling a little hopeless for continually failing them multiple times in a row. You wonder if you should just actually stop playing the game altogether, you caused them enough pain.

‘Am I actually causing them pain? They aren’t even real.’ You thought to yourself, but this wasn’t anything new to you. You often just played games for fun, this one in particular wasn’t any different, even if it was a corrupted game file.

You didn’t know what to do, but just searched far and wide – as extensively as possible. You grew up with them sort of, they were your childhood imaginary friends. There for you so that you didn’t feel so alone at recess, in school or just anywhere in general. Popularity was not your most dominant trait growing up, especially not now.

But they were your friends, so was he.

–

The whole storm threw you completely off guard, you just wanted to go back home. You got yourself caught in the middle of it when you dropped off something at a friend’s, you certainly didn’t expect it least of all during your way back home. But you were close to being there, that was the fortunate part of it.

“Crap-” A strong wind nearly threw you off course, but you immediately corrected yourself and got back on track. Your house was appearing in view, finally you could pull back into the driveway.

Once in the driveway, you turned your car off and opened the door, you suddenly got the wind knocked out of you when you left the car. You heaved as you caught your breath, trying your best to close the door then ran straight for the door. Even in the midst of it all, you were surprised that you managed to find your way back in the dark.

The loud sounds of all the thunder didn’t help you though.

You yelped as another loud sound of crackling thunder resounded in your ears, this certainly by no means was a normal storm. This was a very harsh storm, you had to get inside.

“C-Come on,” You shook in the cold outside, fiddling with your key to unlock the door. It was a struggle that demanded concentration and patience, nothing of which you really had right now. “Sonuva- ugh.” Your lips pursed in tight posterity as you finally succeeded in unlocking the door.

It made you question why you shouldn’t have just gotten one of those security locks, or even the padlocks would’ve just worked fine and dandy.

You look around at your familiar house, finding the usual safety and comfort in it. Only problem being, the whole house was smothered in darkness. You could’ve sworn you left at least some lights on, you were aware you usually forget to turn them off before you leave, but they really would help in your predicament right now.

Your feet were light, you creeped around the house as if you were afraid something would suddenly jump out at you from beyond the dark. Sometimes you weren’t afraid of the dark, other times you were very afraid of the damned dark. Something flickered in the corner of your peripherals, causing you to jump.

It felt like the ligament holding your eyes tightly in their sockets will just fall out from the way they had nearly bulged that far out.

“Jesus christ-”

Only a few minutes had passed now, successfully lighting a few candles around the house. You definitely felt more comfortable and less afraid now. Suddenly you could hear a few thumps resound from behind you, you looked behind your shoulder to see it was him.

“RUN.”

You absolutely didn’t need to be told twice, not when he was feeling particularly murderous right now. Dying this young was not on your bucket list, you took off and immediately grabbed the lighter to begin lighting every other candle in the house.

Still, he had spoken while he chased you, “You're fast! Not bad at all.” You could hear that bone-chilling laugh echo throughout the halls. Still, you didn’t allow yourself to falter.

NOPE, NOPE, NOPE–

You find yourself at the last candle you could find, and light it. You turn around to see the bloody hedgehog standing behind you, no longer possessing a ‘god-fearing’ appearance. He just looked innocent and rather small compared to you.

He huffs and sighs, shoulders relenting in defeat. “You're impossible, you little gnat.” At his words, you chuckle and nod, crossing your arms with a tilt of your head, “So I’ve been told, can’t scare me easily with all this light now can you?” You stuck your tongue out when you finished speaking.

“I suppose not.” He snaps with a very clearly annoyed disposition, legs folding into a crossed sitting position while his elbow laid to rest for him to rest his cheek on the palm of his hand. His other one tapped the end of his knee on his other leg.

You shot a glare at the demon-possessed hedgehog, “Well don’t be like that, we could just maybe be cuddle buddies instead?”

One of his ears flicker at the possible insinuation in your offer, brows furrowing as he replied, “What kind of a ridiculous demand is that?”

Your head rolls around as if you were trying to bite back some sort of desperation spilling from your words, you inhale, mouth opened as you attempt to speak. Then you close your mouth, lips pursing in a bout of self-defeat.

He notices this, his ears falling flat as he sighs. Voice glitching with a bout of nervousness, “Get on the couch.”

You let out a squeak of excitement, not having to wait for him to repeat it again you had already made your way there. You patted the cushion seat beside you, wanting not to wait another second. He wonders to himself why he even agreed to this in the first place, he wasn’t like this to anyone else who played his game.

So why do you seem so different? You were just another possibility of a victim.

But he gives in, climbing onto the couch with you.

#sonic.exe #sonic.exe x reader #x reader #male x reader

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ichig00 · 4 months

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When you know, you know

A/N: I didn't expect a part 2. Enjoyy

:fluff, romance, etc.

You went hand in hand with Louis into the masses of people eating in their own table around the restaurant. "I can't see mommy." He said, looking around worriedly. He really wouldn't see anyone because all he just saw was the lower body of the people around.

"Should I lift you up to get a better view?" You asked, making the child nod eagerly. You lift him up carefully as you both try to find for his parents.

"I thought you left - wait, who's this little guy?" Leon came up from behind, making you turn around. "Im Louis." The child answered and lent out a hand to shake hands, which Leon accepted while looking at you, confused at what's happening.

"He was waiting outside of the women's comfort room, looking for his mommy. No one is there, so I helped him out." You explained to him, Leon shifted his eyes to the child. "Are you okay, buddy?" Leon asked while his eyebrows were still furrowed.

"Yes, she said I'll be okay." The child pointed at you. You smiled at Louis and patted his head. "We should ask the staff for help." Leon suggested looking at you. You nodded and followed him as he led the way while you carried the child safely into your arms.

You were instructed to wait at the hotel lobby with the child as they tried to come in contact with the parents. Good thing this child is smart enough to know his parents' name, so it becomes much easier for the staff to contact their room.

You tried to start small talks with the child while he sat on your lap, so at least he could feel comfort when you're near him. He didn't want to be away from you. He's scared that you might leave him to nothingness. That's why he insists on being close to you.

And as for Leon, he was sitting next to you on the couch of the lobby. Of course, he was included in the conversation you have with the child. Sometimes, he would smile genuinely while staring at you, holding the child.

You look perfect there. Everything felt right at the sudden moment. Your soft laughs filled the empty lobby and also filling the void aching in his heart. Every time he sees you happy, it makes him feel differently. That maybe in this cruel world, there is happiness. In this void, there might be a light. You are his hope to this cruel life, in this survival. You're love, in the world he didn't think he would have. You grew up with him as he fell deeper into the abyss of this world. You were with him as he fell, and he hates that.

He hates how you can't have the life that you've been wishing for. He hates how you just keep on hanging on the thread of hope. He hates how he couldn't give you what you want, to be your husband, and to be the father you have always dreamed of.

"I like blue! Blue looks like the sky and seas! It's so wide." Louis said as he made hand gesture while smiling lovely as he talked about the little things he liked. You let out a giggle, continuing the conversation with the child.

"How about Uncle Leon?" Louis asked, looking at Leon, who was lost in his thoughts. "Hm? What?" Leon asked as he sat properly, eyebrows raise as he tried to keep up with the conversation. You let out a small laugh. "What's your favourite colour, Louise asked." You said smiling to him as you adjusted Loius carefully to your lap.

"Hmm.. I would say blue also. Blue is very calming." Leon answered, followed by his small comment. Louis couldn't help but smile widely and get excited. "We have the same colour! Does it mean I'm cool, too?!" He asked in excitement, looking back at you for approval.

Your brows forrowed a little as you try so hard not to laugh. You look at Leon, and it seems like there's a familiar pride in his face. "You're always cool Louis! Even without having the same favourite color with Uncle Leon. Do you think Leon's cool?" You asked, looking over to Leon, laughing a little as he shruggs his shoulders and nods.

"Yes! He looks cool!" He said enthusiasticly, making you giggle. "I am, don't I?" Leon said, leaning closer to shuffle Louis hair. You smiled softly.

He would be a great dad.

"Can I go to Uncle Leon?" Louis asked pleadingly, looking back at you. You nod your head without hesitation. As the child happily hopped off of you and went to Leon. Leon was hesitant at first, looking at you, not knowing what to do. You just smiled and nodded at him.

Leon lifted Louis up to put him on his lap. As he keeps on looking at you for assurance, not knowing if he's doing the right thing or not. Too afraid that he might hurt the child. You always smile at him in response, assuring him that he's doing good and that nothing bad is going to happen. You were always there to assure him, in every moment where he didn't know his move. You're there, your calmness, warmth, and love.

Everything he needed and only you he wanted.

"Do you like space ships Uncle Leon?" Louis asked curiously and innocently. A soft smile forms into your lips as you take in the view in front of you. Leon is smiling a little, and you're glad you're the only one who can see this vulnerable side of him.

Before Leon can answer, Louis parents arrive. Thanking both you and Leon for taking care of Louis. Louis is brave, trying not to cry as he both bid you goodbyes. He knew he wouldn't see the both of you again.

"Would we meet again?" Louis asked as you carry him for a hug. "Yes, of course." You said it like a bitter taste of the alcohol in your mouth. It burns. Seeing this kid again is nearly impossible, but you hope. You're hoping to see him again and able to give him the safety for him to have a bright future.

"I won't cry then." Louis wiped his tears again, making you smile softly as you helped him off. He hugged Leon, too, while you carry Louis in your hands. Closing the gap between you and Leon. You met his gaze and saw pain. You're both in pain because at once, at this small moment the God had given you the taste of the dream you wish for.

"See you later." Louis bid goodbye as his parents took him away with a hint of relief that their child is found and safe.

"I thought we're on vacation." Leon broke the silence between the both of you once the family is out of sight. You look at him with a small smile before sighing. His eyes met yours, those beautiful eyes of him a lot of words that he couldn't say loudly.

"We are."

"Cheers." Leon said, hitting lightly your wine glass with his. You hummed in response and drank down the champagne as you stared at the city of love in front of you while you stood at the balcony of your hotel room. You were leaning to the railings while you admired the view as Leon copied your position.

"Do you think we'll get the chance to live a normal life?" It is now time for you to ask questions like this. Leon looked at you with meaningful eyes, but you didn't dare to meet his as you were lost in the sea of lights from the city.

It was hard for you to see this way, to ask this kind of question, where the hope in your eyes might lose in a second he answer truthfully. He don't want that. He loves your eyes and the light in it, how your eyes light up when you talk about things you like and dreams you hope for.

"I don't know. But there might be a chance." For you to live freely, away from danger, away from things that pains you. A life which he wished he could give you.

A chance to freely love you without worrying if he'll be dead the next second. Sounds good. He thought of it.

"Surely. Let's live together happily if that happens." You said, unconscious on what effect that could've given Leon. He smiled. He couldn't help himself.

He knows. You both know, you're both aware of the unsaid feeling lingering around. The unsaid feelings that he thought were buried six feet under.

"Let's get married then." He said, sighing and chugging down his champagne, his gaze shifting to the city in front. You looked at him, couldn't help but smile widely.

"Ask me out first." You pull yourself from the railings to pour you empty glass again. "Sure, should we start tomorrow?" He boldly asked, making you laugh a little. He follows you inside. You poured his glass with champagne.

"We could start now, you know." You said, taking a sip, moving your gaze to set upon his. A smirk grew on his lips, turning into a smile once his eyes landed on you. You both stand not so far but not too close to one another.

"Gladly." He said, offering a hand which you gladly accept as he guides you back to the balcony. You lean to the railings as he stands closely behind you, leaning in to you and breathing every scent of you.

"We both know a long time ago, didn't we?" You asked without looking back at him. He hummed before speaking. "Our unsaid feelings? Yes. It's obvious." His voice is filled with softness and hint of happiness which you only heard now.

You smiled at his reply. It is pretty obvious. Every move, glances, and touches on a mission says a lot of meaningful message. It says every feeling that you both share.

"I love you." You heard him said, which shocked you. You never thought he would say that word despite all the feelings he's keeping. You even thought that you'll be the first one saying that.

You gulped down, you champagne, and turned around to face him. He's smiling, softly and sweetly to you.

For once, he didn't think of anything bad at the moment. You seem to brush his worries away. His mind is filled with the thought of you, the thought of a future with you, the dreams.

For once in years, his eyes lit up with hope, the void in his heart is gone, and his face lightened up with joy.

"I love you too."

You reply. Wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands snake around your waste, pulling you into a soft and deep kiss as fireworks work around you. Everything is well.

Is not bad to hope, right?

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urstruly-ghst · 2 years

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i love your writing so much!! idk how to describe it it's just so <333 you're very talented !

can i request jade + floyd liking the same person? i'm not the same anon who requested the other ones of this type, and i sure hope you aren't tired of writing this prompt :,D

have a lovely day! <3

note : i love this prompt! floyd is so fun to write too! ty anon!

ace & deuce ver | azul & riddle ver

jade leech

Jade, ever so slightly, is an eel rampant in finding the perfect mate. For human lingo, he's searching for "the one." While he and his dear twin had similar tastes in life, Jade was confident in his intuition that both of them won't fall for the same person. Floyd agrees with the sentiment, too; this was something the twins had long decided since they first swam.

After all, Jade enjoys different types of entertainment. While Floyd and Jade enjoy physical and invigorating hobbies, they differ on what is enjoyable. It pushes them on a road that is bound to encounter a division. Jade enjoyed the thrill, evident in his adventures, but he wants the demure life given. Jade owns a terrarium and grows mushrooms. He is a more homely person.

Jade enjoys the great company, always scouting with a good eye for something to spark. You enter, and he was delighted that you give such a mark. Floyd saw through his facade too. So, he makes his mark too. Does Floyd get to be touchy? Jade can triple if the time comes. He is serving you more in the lounge, etc.

He rarely made excuses, but Jade found an abyss of reasons to be with you for your time. The abyss grew inescapable, yet it felt right to continue falling in and falling harder for you. Now: Floyd and Jade rarely disagree. They are two peas in a pod. Jade always finds Floyd reasonable and negotiates some deal that settles both sides. However, a deal that included you? That felt harder to do. Jade can't process how even something he thought was impossible was already happening at an alarming pace.

So, like the reasonable gentleman, Jade agreed to talk it out. After all, he is a businessman at heart. Jade can make a good deal; he is one hell of a negotiator.

“My dear Pearl. I mean, Prefect! Floyd, dear twin. Let us settle things. You have caused quite a mess. Are you aware of that? Azul and the rest of the staff went haywire when our feud went over for a good week. Fufufu. Don’t worry; we are all calm now. And… we think we have a good mood, especially you’re here. Right, Floyd?”

floyd leech

Floyd is spontaneous and always excited to discover anything new. Jade and he have bonded on his reckless yet calculated moves when exploring the depths they grew up in. The ocean gave him a thrill. The twins never quite understood what the land lacked. While growing up, he also thought of finding the perfect mate, a balance of aggressive and calm.

Floyd enjoys sports, new and reckless marks are all up his alley. Floyd did try to enjoy climbing and growing mushrooms with his twin, but it never beats his thrill in sports and dance! The sports are skills he shows off a lot. He enjoys the outdoors and enjoys finding new places to dance and maybe do some parkour. Jade tags along if he can, but it is a different vibe from what Floyd has. In those times, Floyd can see the differences in their goals when they reach land. It makes him laugh and appreciate his brother more.

However, Floyd never thought that their similarities extended into a territory where they both established differences from the start. Liking you and adoring you was another thing the Leech twins suddenly wanted at the same time. Yet, as competitive spirit rushes, Floyd finds this more amusing than anxiety-inducing.

Floyd now focuses on showing others and his twin physical touch and reason to be more boastful. He felt possessive when he learned that someone else liked you in the same light. However, Floyd is not scared to fight (or talk begrudgingly; he agrees to talk). Yet, before a talk comes, he does become more touchy-feely than usual.

Deals are something he does a lot. While he seems brutish, Floyd can listen. Talking isn’t his style. He does something, anything. But Floyd will speak for you. You’re lucky. You’re his shrimpy.

“Yoo~ Shrimpy! We set up this room for ya! Nice right? Awwhhh, you’re so serious. Jaaaadeee and shrimpyyy are soooo stuck up! But! I will talk and listen to all of us. And maybe Azul… He has been a wreck from our little banter, hehehehehe! C’mon, sit, sit!”

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #jade leech x reader #twst jade #jade leech #floyd leech x reader #twst floyd #floyd leech

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hauntedjohnny · 2 months

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julie has walls up to protect her and believes if she is always the light then she will never experience the dark. it seems like she wears her emotions on her sleeve and she does but only to an extent. she gets very emotional about things that overwhelm her with happiness. she cries at every wedding she's been too. she cries when someone does well on an exam. she cries over family reunions. etc. etc. she'll always be the shoulder for others to cry on and would hate for them to hold in any negativity and lest it fester. she always wants the best for her friends and if she has to carry their burdens she'll do it without second thought.

i, however, dont think she ever CRY cries. she doesnt let anyone see her fears and grievances. she doesn't allow herself to feel negativity and whenever she does she tries to find a way to douse it in positivity. that's why she's nice to everyone and everyone's nice to her. she tries to find the positive in every situation. she tries to curate a positive space for herself because if she does then she will never experience the negative emotions she doesn't like feeling... except that only works to a certain degree. a flashlight can lighten a room but it wont brighten an abyss. "you'll get out of here julie. you will." is her desperately trying to cling onto that mindset but the flashlight is running out of charge and the darkness is beginning to encompass her. her repressed anxieties come to the forefront and she can't help but let the dam fall.

her friends know she has deep anxieties as they slip through the cracks. it's in subtle actions like how her eyes will glaze over for a moment if she's on her own before someone approaches or the way the skin around her nails has been picked at. it's why she likes to be surrounded by people; it's harder to distract yourself from the thoughts if you're surrounded by people you love. and i think that's why her voicelines in game are more heart-wrenching. it's just proof that this girl isn't what she makes out to be. she spent all this time spreading light to block out the dark only to be thrown into the darkest corner of hell. what was it all for? what was the point in being happy-go-lucky if this is what is gets her? the high-pressure situation is her boiling point as all the emotions she's ever tried to hide behind a confident facade burst out and she becomes hysterical. it's only when she's with the others that she calms for a moment and the negative thoughts get buried by a glimmer of hope. but when she looks away and around the room she becomes panicked and jittery again. she doesn't know how to deal with these emotions like the other characters who can talk themselves through it. her repressive nature is what makes her so emotional in game. she's feeling every negative thing she's never felt for the first time in a long time.

#tcm game #julie crawford #ok i just wanted to reword that other post #bc i now disagree with the never crying bc she DOES cry. a lot.#just not in a sad way imo.#and i want it all in one condensed post #i also have opinions about the repressed crush thing but thats another post

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Note: headcanoned to hell; Yellow cat is called Nael and uses he/they; 3rd person pov; maybe swears included?

Ahaha, nooo I totally didn't forget to write and post this last week wdym hahaha

@aniflowers

A Lost Embrace

"It's dark... it's so dark... where am I?" Leshy asks himself into nowhere, the voice of his inner thoughts echoing in the dark abyss of his consciousness. Then he hears it again:

The terrifying sound of his siblings' agonizing screams. He feels liquid dripping down his face, staining his body. And then he hears his voice... His voice, begging to just hear him out, to just let him explain. Clanging of chains follows after, and then Leshy can hear the sound of Narinder practically tearing down his vocal cords with how painfully loud he's yelling. It's not screams of pain, not for the most part. They're screams of betrayal, anguish and hurt. But how dare he sound so pitiful when it was him who betrayed their faith?! And how dare he make Leshy feel so... so... empty. So broken. Confused, lost, scared.

"Did you know that Gods can be scared too?"

...

He awakens suddenly from his slumber, with a harsh gasp and a terrible headache. He tries to catch his breath and calm down, but nothing is working. He's trembling like a leaf in cold seasons, unable to control his own body and its natural reaction to fear. Fear... how long has it been since he experienced it in such a raw, unfiltered way? Far too long, that he has forgotten the feeling completely. Feeling the strange liquid begin sticking to his face, he takes off the bandage and fold it neatly, putting it aside for a moment as he feels his face. The sensation of his tears mixed with blood is really unpleasant, so he tries to wipe it away, but it persistently stays on and only seems to flow down his cheeks even more. How annoying.

He tried to figure out whether someone was in the room with him, but felt no presence and no scent around. Actually, where even was he? How and when did he fall asleep? He tries his best to recall what happened before...

"...A God? I thought you already knew?"

To say that Nael was stunned, is like to say nothing at all. A God... how is this possible? Rather, how did he not make the connection before? His slightly strange and unique appearance... his behavior with the cult and the Lamb. It makes so much more sense? "Wait, are you seriously telling me that you didn't know?" Leshy repeats his question again, looking pretty much as flabbergasted as the cat himself is.

Nael doesn't know what to say. He doesn't know how to respond.

"So... you're the God of Darkwood?"

"Yes, I am. Or, rather, used to be. Why? Does that make any difference?"

"...No. No, it... it doesn't." Except for the fact that cats weren't exactly welcome in Darkwood, much like Anura. And to think that he's been talking to the literal diety of that land, the land from which thousands of his brothers were shun away from and left wandering all on their own until they were killed somewhere in Anura... Yeah no, no difference at all.

Leshy seems to pick up on Nael's thoughts, or more so speculate on his thoughts based on the sudden change in his tone of voice.

"Look, I know what you're thinking, but–"

"No. No, don't say anything. I... need a moment to think." Nael gets up and leaves the medical bay abruptly, practically storming out of it. Why did he react to strongly to this information? He didn't know. Was it because he himself was from Darkwood before getting indoctrinated? He doesn't remember. Is it really that big of a deal? He can't tell.

What he knows for certain is that he needs a moment to calm down. Plus, it'd be best to leave the sick child to recover in peace and silence.

Leshy groans in frustration again, clutching his arms tightly. His head is starting to hurt from the amount of thoughts swirling around in his mind all at once, mingling with each other and becoming pure chaos of words and sentences. Very fitting, don't you think?

All of his siblings were here in the cult... even... Him. And yet, their connection is worse than ever. They barely talk with each other. Shamura and Narinder who used to be so close have grown apart and don't speak to one another. If anything, it seems like Narinder is avoiding his sibling. Heket doesn't want to speak to him either, and if he ever tries, she just pushes him away under some lame excuse. Kallamar... Kallamar is a whole different story. So who does he have left now? His followers? They've long gone mad after the death of their God, or were converted to the New Faith, indoctrinated into the Cult of the Lamb much like he was.

The Lamb themselves? He'd rather be impaled on a stick and fried like a delicious kebab than trust them with anything.

That annoying cat, Nael?

...

...Well, actually–

"Leshy? Hey, I– Oh dear! What's wrong?!" Nael rushes towards Leshy, taking his handsome face into their paws and closely expecting the strange mix of liquids running down from his empty eye sockets. Was it tears? Was it blood? Was it the leftovers of his divinity? Hard to tell. Nael suddenly freezes when he realizes that this is the first time he sees Leshy without the bandage covering half his face. How peculiar... "Um... what is this...? Are you crying?" Leshy's silence does nothing to relieve Nael's worries. What's gotten into him? Was it because of how he reacted yesterday...? Nonetheless, Nael feels like he has to help his fellow cultist anyway, just out of the kindness of his heart. Moreover, he has done so once, so there's no reason not to do it again.

Nael tried his best to get rid of the strange substance, but to no avail. When he was about to grab a wet towel, he suddenly felt Leshy leaning into their hand on his cheeks, placing his own on top of it like that was the most natural course of action at this very moment. At first, it was extremely strange. An unfamiliar and weird sensation. However, slowly but surely, their tense muscles relaxed and their body language eased up. They sat down next to Leshy on the bed, allowing him to lean his head onto their shoulder. For a while, they sit in a comfortable silence, both their minds preoccupied with their own worries and troubles.

Eventually, Leshy speaks: "The kid... where is he?"

"Without Leader around, we couldn't do much else to cure him." There is a moment of silence, almost like Nael is trying to come to terms with those little bits of lingering regret and guilt as he continues speaking: "Do you remember that spider guy that snitched on us? He said he knows someone who would be able to get the kitten back on his feet in no time."

"So... he just... left the cult ground? Does the Lamb allow that?"

"I'm just as surprised as you. It's the first time I saw someone up and leave the cult with my own eyes."

"And... will you miss him?" Nael slightly turned his head towards Leshy upon hearing that question. For some reason, it caught him off guard.

"Hm... Maybe. It's hard to tell. But I think they made the right decision to get the child somewhere safe where he can be nurtured back to health, instead of keeping him here." While the cat talks, Leshy feels around for their hand, taking it into his own once he found it. "In my opinion, bringing children into the cult is way different than raising them here. So maybe it was meant to be this way after all."

Once more silence has befallen between the two, yet they won't complain about it. It's a soothing quiet, one that makes them both think about their life and the choices that led them here. Strangely enough, they feel content in this moment with one another, like they could conquer the world...

...Together.

#cotl #cult of the lamb #leshycatpril #leshycatpril2024 #this is a late #week 3 #prompt: nightmares #not requested #dividers by cafekitsune

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ieatbingsuandcry · 1 year

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True Identity

A/n: None of these events happened in the game. This is all based on imagination. I don't know how many chapters I will write for this, nor can I give an estimate on how fast updates may be. I'm still fairly new to this, so please understand. Suggestions or ideas are welcomed, so long as they are respectful. That is all I ask. Thank you :) .

ATTENTION: I DO NOT OWN GENSHIN IMPACT AND IT'S CHARACTERS IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM.

WARNING(s): Violence

Genshin Impact, Albedo! x fem reader

Summary: Y/n ,the new comer, in Mondstat, is welcomed. With her new allies she's made, they pursue the investigation of what happened to her in Dragonspine. She's friends with everyone. Well, almost everyone. When she sees Albedo, she begins to feel as though she's going crazy. Albedo being as popular amongst Mondstat people doesn't help her situation. Is her mind playing tricks on her? And who will believe her?

Pt. 1: Girl With No Name

🍃𝕄𝔸𝕊𝕋𝔼ℝ𝕃𝕀𝕊𝕋 / ➪ 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

The winds blow harshly in Dragonspine at night. There are nights where it is calm and nights where the sounds are haunting. The snow thickens more, and fire is not strong enough to withstand these harsh cold winds. Everyone within the Mondstat region knew not to be outside at night in Dragonspine, so why were you?

Your feet took you as fast as you could get away from the psychopathic man who seemed to be hot on your trail. But with such harsh weather conditions, it was difficult for you to move any faster. Your mind tells you that it's either fight or flight at this point as your heart beats fast with desperation to get away as quickly as possible. Just as you think you've found a path that leads out of this snowy place, the broken bridge before you makes you think otherwise. You feel colder than you were before and look down to your ungloved hand, its fingertips harshly red and your nails with tinges of purple slowly creeping up to them. Just before you decide to glide your way across, the man yanks you from the back of your top, and you are thrown into a wall of snow.

"Argh!," you grunt in pain, body too cold to move any more.

The man chuckles as he walks closer to you,"Why run my dear? Don't you want a vision still? I told you that for as long as you be good, you will be taken care of and get your wish. My connections are very powerful." He smirks.

"No! I-im not y-your expe-riment an-ym-more!", you shout to him, but your voice shakes.

He laughs as he draws closer and closer to you, holding a syringe in his hand,"Stay still, this'll only hurt for bit."

You observe your surroundings quickly and feel for anything behind you. As your hands continue to search, you feel something sharp cut your left hand. You don't care to know what cut you. Instead, you hold your hand still on top of that object and brace yourself to throw it at the man before you. Just when he crouches down slowly in front of you, you take that chance and hit him in the head with whatever it was that cut your hand. The man yells in pain and drops the syringe, and with the rest of the strength you had left, you push him over to your left. He falls to the edge of the broken bridge, and you glide to the other side, not caring if he was going to see another day. All you wanted to do was make it somewhere safe.

As you reach the ground once again, you follow a path with burnt-out torches, hoping not to come across any monsters from the abyss. You were in no shape to fight, your left hand bleeding immensely, and the pain slowly becoming unbearable. Your vision starts spotting with black, and your entire body feels more numb than ever before. Just as you're about to give in to rest, you spot grass on the other side.

"J-j-jus-t a li-litt-le m-m-or-e," you tell yourself.

As soon as your legs touch the grass and your body feels the change in temperature, that is when you pass out. You're barely able to make sense of who or what is around you at this point. You just hoped that some miracle by the archons would swoop in and save you.

Your body lies there, cold as ice. The explorers nearby notice your figure and rush quickly, all conversations coming to an immediate halt and everyone rushes to you.

"Come and eat everyone, dinner is served!" the chef at a campsite yells.

The team of explorers now happy that the wait for dinner is finally over. Albedo sets his book on a table nearby and starts to walk towards the chef to get his dish, but all of a sudden, people are yelling not too far from where he stands.

"What's going on?" Explorers question, some scared, others curious. Albedo turns his head toward the direction of where the yelling is coming from, and he squints his eyes to try and focus more.

"Aw, come on! Dinner just got done. Don't tell me it'll have to wai–", one of the explorers is cut off before he can even finish his sentence.

Albedo moves to see what the yelling is about. Just as he sees what's happening, he rushes to grab a medical supply kit.

"I am sorry, everyone, but dinner will have to wait," he says as he then rushes to the scene. More people rush to the scene.

When he reaches there, someone's already wrapping a blanket around you and examining your hand. But the people helping are just explorers, none of them know much about emergencies like this. Albedo kneels down and places you onto his lap. He examines your state quickly and proficiently, assessing the big gash in the left palm of your hand.

"I need transportation right away! Find me extra blankets and prepare a tent. I'll need at least two females to follow me," he says out loud, and everyone follows his instructions.

Albedo rushes to the tent meant for you and places you inside swiftly but gently. He then leaves and allows the two explores to change you out of your clothes. You, now bare underneath with blankets wrapped around your body and a heating lamp placed a few feet away from you. Once the explorers are done, Albedo goes back into the tent and holds you gently in his arms.

"Mr. Albedo, transportation is here,"someone tells him, and he nods.

He gets up off the ground with you being carried in his arms. Once you're both on the cart, Albedo makes sure that your head is rested carefully but cozily on his chest. He examines your facial features and notices dark eye circles underneath your eyes. Your body shivers unconsciously, and his eyes widen slightly. He holds you tighter in his arms, hoping that his body heat is at least enough for you for now.

What happened to you? he wonders, concern rests upon his face, questions in the air but unable to be answered for the time being. He's never seen you before, so who are you, and if his conclusion is correct, then why were you in Dragonspine? In his book, you're simply a girl with no name for now.

#albedo x reader #genshin x y/n #fem reader #genshin fanfiction #fanfiction #genshin impact #albedo

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flockofcrowsinatornadoofcreation · 1 year

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Birdcage, Chapter 13

Novocaine

Morro glares at the door, listening to Kai stomp down the hall. Only once he hears a door slam does he relax.

He was sure that Kai would attack him when the Master of Fire found him sitting on the couch next to Lloyd, who was showing him a strange book he called a "comic".

In hindsight, Kai probably had been about to attack him, judging from the way Lloyd leapt from the couch to block him.

Morro grits his teeth as he remembers the things they screamed at each other.

Lloyd puts a hand on his shoulder to catch his attention.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Morro glares at him, wrenching away.

"Why do you even care," he snaps as he turns to the door.

"Morro, wait-"

Something in his chest snaps, and he whirls on Lloyd.

"Don't even," he snarls. "I'm not your bud, I'm not your friend. Stop acting like it."

Then he stomps away, but not before he sees the hurt on Lloyd's face.

▪︎<◇>▪︎

That night, Morro slides the medbay window open.

He doesn't spare a glance at the sheer drop below the window sill as he climbs out. Latching onto the wall next to him, he leans out into the abyss and closes his eyes, feeling the night breeze whip through his hair. He sighs and turns back to the wall, beginning the climb to the Monastery's tower.

He's done this climb a thousand times. He'd discovered how to grip the wall not long after Wu had taken him in as a boy. As soon as the pain in his ribs faded, and he didn't feel so dizzy all the time, Morro took to climbing to the roof.

But that night, as he climbs, thinking about his most recent argument with Kai, he can't help but wonder...

What is Morro still doing here?

He reaches the tower roof and drags himself over the edge, sitting at the tallest part so nothing is higher than him.

Looking up at the stars, Morro lets the wind wreathe past him, like an endless river in the sky. He knows what it wants, but he worries that it won't let him join it. After his fall from the Monastery, he's reluctant to test his powers in fear of being rejected.

So he listens to the wind play, watches the stars turn in the night sky, and tries to calm his raging thoughts.

I'm doing no good staying here. I keep hurting people. I wish I hadn't blown up at Lloyd. If I leave, no one else has to get hurt.

But will I do any better leaving? What if they come after me? What if I'm found and put back in Kryptarium? What would my fa- Wu think of me?

What should I do?

A sudden sound reaches Morro's ears: the sound of roof tiles shifting as someone walks over them. He jumps to his feet and looks around.

A beam of the moon's light reflected off of metal; someone is walking around on the roof below the tower.

"Who's there?"

The figure stills, looking up at him. The moon illuminates their face, and Morro blinks in surprise.

It's Zane... but it's also not. Two golden eyes shine at him, like stars in the dark. His skin gleams like bronze -- probably because it is bronze, Morro realizes as he looks closer. He's shorter than Zane, too-

"Hello!" The person says, startling Morro enough to make him slip on the roof tiles and fall off the tower.

Ow.

The bronze guy yelps and runs over, trying to help Morro get to his feet. Morro isn't sure his brains are intact from the fall, so he lets him.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to startle you, I was just- oh." The bronze guy blinks at him, his eyes glowing brighter.

"What?"

The -- what was that fancy word Pixal used? Nindroid! That's it! The nindroid reaches up to touch Morro's temple.

"You're bleeding," he murmurs.

Morro shrinks away from his hand, but raises his own to his head.

His fingers come away wet with blood.

He stares at the liquid, bile rising in his throat when more begins to trickle down his face. It suddenly becomes very hard to breathe.

I'm fine. This is fine. It's just a little blood.

"Are humans supposed to bleed this much?" the nindroid asks in concern.

Morro's heart pounds in his chest, drowning out all rational thought.

Next thing he knows, he's being swept off his feet by the nindroid, who's carrying him from the roof down to the courtyard.

"What-"

The bronze nindroid hushes him, nudging open the door with his foot.

Morro's face heats with embarrassment. He fell off the roof, is being bridal-carried by a guy whose name he doesn't know, and was just shushed.

Of course, that's the perfect time to run into Cole in the hallway.

"Wha- Echo? Morro? What's going on? Why's Morro- is that blood?"

"I startled him and he fell off the roof," the nindroid explains swiftly, carrying Morro past Cole and into the medbay. He deposits Morro into his cot and begins rummaging in the cabinet.

"What- the roof?" Cole yells. Morro winces at the volume, headache growing with every word.

The nindroid shushes Cole, returning to the cot with a roll of bandages.

"I suspect he has a concussion, but I do not have the capability to scan him. Please go get Zane or Pixal."

"I'm here," Zane says, appearing in the doorway, the rest of the Ninja crowding behind him.

"You!" Kai shouts, glaring at Morro with blazing eyes. "I knew you were trouble!"

Kai pushes past Zane and charges at him, only to be tackled by a flash of bronze.

"Don't hurt him!" The bronze nindroid cries. "It's not his fault!"

Kai only seems to get angrier.

"Echo! Did he hurt you? I swear, if he hurt you, I'm gonna-"

Lloyd suddenly materializes at Morro's side.

"You're bleeding!" Lloyd yelps. "What happened?"

"Lloyd, get away from him!"

Morro stares at Lloyd. His head feels like it's been stuffed with cotton to the point of bursting. Everyone's yelling. He's bleeding everywhere. Lloyd is probably gonna yell at him for snapping earlier.

The world spins-

"I think I'm gonna-"

The world blinks out.

#ninjago #flockofcrows #g&gficverse #ninjago birdcage fic #g&g birdcage fic #it begins >:)

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jukemaid · 1 year

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a fissure opens where your heart used to be, but you're too numbed by shock to notice. your life had just been ruined in the span of a few minutes, and all because you chose to be kind, chose to put yourself in between an abuser and victim. cold apathy settles like ashes, heavy on your shoulders, and perpetually weighing you down.

it's easier to be mad for others, you realize, not long after you start your new school. it's the separation between you and them and the freedom from personal burden-- you're a faceless bystander, a mob audience, supporting the main cast as they act upon their stage. your new friends' rage warms you, and their quest for retribution provides you with a focus you're sorely lacking. their feelings simmer vicariously within you, coveted, and for some reason they look to you for guidance.

you become their anchor against the riptides borne of society's failings. your steady coolness, quietness, offers sanctuary for your fellow outcasts who are too hurt, too lost, to stand on their own. you're happy with your circle of friends, each with their quirks that never fail to entertain and endear them to you further, and you wouldn't trade them for the world.

even still, the yawning gap occupying your chest remains. it's fine. you're used to it, and adjust well enough to the increasing chill sinking, curling into you.

you meet someone who looks at you like you're the abyss, and he's just mad enough to risk temptation. he irritates your friends plenty with his arrogance and disgustingly sweet poise alone, but he irritates you with a razor edged purpose you can't quite discern. you're fascinated by the danger of that sharpness, and by the one wielding it.

with all the hesitation of a man seeking meaning through chaos, you cross the clear boundary set between yours and his and step into open fire. you meet him in the center of your mutually assured destruction, and the void in his eyes welcomes you.

he keeps up the pretense of innocence even knowing you aren't fooled, because it's the very fact you see him that always has him seeing you back. he bares his teeth and exposes his demons while you consider Justice and its angels. you fight each other until your already red gloves are darkened into a slick crimson. he tells you he hates you, and you're sure the feeling's mutual just as much as you are that you're both fakes and liars.

you belong to the abyss just as much as he does, but there are too many people awaiting you on the surface. good people, kind and whole and all counting on you, and it's for this reason you can't stay. you follow the spiders' thread up and out and do not look back.

a fissure opened where your heart used to be, and as the pressure against you increases, what lies within becomes molten.

and you were wrong before, when all you had within you, all you knew, was borrowed anger. the time comes at last for you to step onto center stage, and with the cracks of twin gunshots, your rage sets the whole goddamn theater alight.

it's all-consuming and devastating. any semblance of peace within you, any illusion of yourself as calm and level-headed has been razed to nothing by hellfire of your own make. your vision swims as the red red red of your anger paints the world in fantastical violence. you have never felt more yourself as you scream against the cruelty, the injustice of this world, pouring every bit of your murderous grief into strike after strike after strike leaden with killing intent.

you want to kill him, you want to make him suffer, you want him to know the agony of living. this man is responsible for countless tragedies, walks with streaks of blood at his heels, and nothing you could do to him would be enough to right the scales. it wouldn't be nearly enough for you, not to dampen the flames erupting up your throat and hissing through your clenched teeth when he finally collapses at your feet.

he is truly pathetic on his own and without his tools to do all the dirty work. your teammates speak to his defenseless, groveling form, while you busy yourself imagining him hanged by chains and crows pecking out his eyes. when the shadow fizzles out unexpectedly and his palace begins to fall apart, you flee to safety with your friends. the ship explodes, but even so you do your best to imagine the crows taking to the skies and flying far out of harm's way.

the violence that had erupted from your fissure, from your wounded heart, has been reduced to embers. they smolder silently atop mountains of ash that are never quite cold enough to snuff their flames. you wait within the abyss once again while grey flutters all around like snowfall, and your presence floods the space with light and a promise of warmth. it isn't so bad being alone. you made a promise to your thesis, and he in turn to you as his antithesis. when the time comes that he's ready to cross the precipice under his own strength, you'll be there to greet him with a smile full of teeth.

#today on drafts ive had for 682853 years #juke writes #persona 5 #i hesitate to call it shuake but its about them even with no names

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devotedlydelicatetrash · 1 year

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Ephemeral Love

The only sound is a soft breeze rustling through the evergreen trees in peaceful woodland beyond human corruption. A broad and unbroken field of snow-covered ice lies ahead, stretching further into the horizon until it approaches the gloomy, chaotic barrier of dense woodland on the opposing coastline. Above that woodland, darkness reigns, pitch black skies speckled with far more stars than anything you could ever deem imaginable. A linear blur of green light glows lustrously in the northern skies and gradually morphs into leaping bolts of scintillating and iridescent rays of light that race over the vast darkness of space. The Aurora Borealis.

Slowly, the curvature of the earth starts to rise in the east, followed by its oceanic contours and a glowing disk of luminescence. Lastly, with a radiant burst of golden shafts of light, the sun begins its ascent in the east. The rays of golden light illuminate the clear and calm blue skies, casting eccentric patterns of light and shadow around the forest. The only creature who has made any noise at all is a blue jay perched on a broad leafy tree by the lakeside, singing joyfully at the top of its lungs. Solitude.

"Are you okay?" A soft voice guides me out of my trance.

"Yeah" I whisper back just as gently, afraid that even the smallest of sounds would break the silence.

I fall back into my thoughts, this time they are trained on the beautiful black-haired boy beside me. Vante's characteristics sometimes remind me of origami. He's all angles and sharp edges. Sharp triangular jaw line sanded over gently, very gently, to give it a softer edge. In some perspectives, his eyes appear fox-like, with sharp ends that soften when he smiles. Oh my, his smile is the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. Like a curtain peeled back, it unveils the show stopper: his dimples. His lips are carved in the style of a doll's, the upper lip a little deeper and plumper than the one below, placed so very delicately. Skin as pale as porcelain, he reminds me of a prince. His aura cannot be mistaken for anything less than royalty, exuding immense power and fiercely intense confidence. His thick set of brows give him a mysterious and stern appearance. With a voice as deep as the ocean, it reminds me of a cold glass of vodka, piercing but soothing, as if all your worries are washed away with one sip. He is gorgeous, like a fairy from your dreams: ethereal.

Invisible waves of bittersweet euphoria ripple through my entire being as I am cast into the infinite depths of paramount darkness before me. My heartbeat quickens its pace as the booming sound of laughter echoes through the wilderness across the lake, piercing through the tranquility and peace of the quiet break of dawn. With every reverberation I feel myself becoming more and more entranced as I perch myself against the bark of the tree and let myself smile.

Sometimes I wonder if this is what true love looks like—pure and untainted by lust. A beautiful and blooming rose. Then, I remember that you cannot see love, you feel it and you will know when you feel it, or rather, the lack of it. One taste and you're addicted, falling into the dark abyss of greed. You crave to taste more, obsessed until you can't survive a day without it. Love. Such a beautifully treacherous thing. Love. The feeling that consumes me whenever I let my mind wander towards the boy next to me. Now I have the answer to my question, this was true love–permanent love.

It all feels like a reverie now, too good to be reality. Maybe it is. Maybe I made him up in my mind, desperately seeking redamancy, the feeling of someone loving you back the same way you love them. Perhaps he is a figment of my imagination; a product of my eunoia, but I do not care. He is the nepenthe helping me forget my lacuna.

"I'm sorry" He says, looking at me for the first time since the dawn of the new day.

"I know" I reply, the smile on my face turning melancholy.

"Can you grant me one last request before you leave?" I find myself asking.

"Promise me that whenever you think of me, you'll think about the good times that we had. Before you stopped loving me." I wait for him to tell me that he takes back everything he said, that he loves me still, but it never comes. All that is sent my way is a somber nod before he stands up.

"I love you" I said for the last and final time.

He doesn't hear me as he makes his way out of the woods and out of my life forever.

"I still love you" I muttered one last time before I was left alone to ponder my thoughts.

My love for him runs so sickeningly deep that its thorns are rooted deep in my lungs. White roses prickle my organs as the sinfully gleaming blood cloaks the white of these flowers. They bloom whenever I see him, making even the softest of petals feel like icicles that grow in the winter. The love I feel for him is still true love–permanent love. It would have hurt less if he was truly just a part of my fantasies, it would have hurt less when I had the epiphany that his love was not true–it was ephemeral.

#short stories #angst prompt

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xiaosmoon · 3 years

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tending to their injuries

pairings: childe, diluc, & albedo x gn!reader

warnings/content: mentions of blood, angst, fluff

-> childe

childe is a very rowdy person, always looking for a fight. so it's not a surprise when he's at your doorstep with that idiotic grin of his while blood is seeping through his clothes

tonight's injuries were worse than last weeks. "childe i'm going to murder you." you mumbled grabbing his hand and dragging him inside. you shut the door behind him before shoving him into your bathroom, not making eye contact the entire way there

childe sat down on the toilet seat and began removing his shirt, but stopped when he felt a sharp stabbing pain in his shoulder. "you probably pulled it." you sighed. you removed his shirt for him and tossed it in the bathtub. you did not need a bloody shirt on your floor.

"you can't murder me if you're playing nurse." he half joked, trying to keep back his whining as you applied an alcohol wipe to his chest. "stop- stop talking." you weren't in any mood for jokes or teasing tonight. you were tired. you were so beyond tired. childe getting beat up and coming to your house at dusk was becoming routine. it was only time before he met the wrong opponent– someone stronger than him. it was a terrifying thought to think that one night he wouldn't come back.

you kept your head down while applying bandages to his torso so he couldn't see the tears threatening to spill from your eyes. childe noticed your unsteady, slightly shaking hands finishing the bandages. he reached up to gently hold your wrist. "y/n?" he said barely above a whisper.

and there you broke. tears ran down your cheek and you collapsed to the floor, sobbing your heart out. "i- i cant do this anymore childe! you cant, you cant keep doing this to me." the cracks and pain in your voice stabbed childe in the heart, stronger than any jab he felt tonight.

childe, as quickly as he could with his state, lowered himself to the floor and hugged your shaking body tightly. his arms wrapped around you in a protective manner and kissed your head as you continued to bawl. "i'm sorry. i'm so sorry y/n." he whispered in your ear, trying to hold back his own tears. you hid your face in the crook of his neck, tears spilling onto his bare skin.

once you had calmed down a bit, you raised your head so your eyes could meet his bright blue ones. his eyes were watery. he placed his hands on either side of your face and wiped your cheeks.

childe leaned foreword, his forehead rested against yours and closed his eyes. "i promise, i'll stop. for you i'll be more careful. just- just don't let me be the reason you cry."

-> diluc

it was already 3 am. he should be home already. so where is he?

you understand diluc's duties as the dark knight hero, and you admired his desire to protect mondstadt, but some nights he worried you to death.

like this one, when he promised he would be home sooner but instead he's an hour late.

you were sitting by the fire in the main room when you heard the door swing wide open, it startled you and you were ready to take down the intruder, but you let out a gasp when you realized it was diluc who was clutching his side, bent over.

you rush over to his side and put his arm over your shoulder for support. "oh my diluc, what happened to you." you barely managed to speak. you helped him walk to the couch (he was really heavy, thank goodness you didn't fall) where you were just at and lay him down carefully.

"nothing to worry about dear, just a scratch." the pain in his voice and the amount of blood told you otherwise. "don't you dare move, i'll go fetch the kit." you rushed to the bathroom and back in the speed of light. diluc was already removing his coat and shirt. you let out a noise of worry when you saw the big gash on diluc's side. it was bloody and gross, but nothing you couldn't fix.

diluc looked exhausted and was on the verge of sleep, but you had to keep him awake. "don't fall asleep, tell me what happened." you started cleaning the infected area and diluc flinched and let out a unpleasant groan. "it was just a damned abyss mage. i turned- ow, i turned my back for one second and it got me." his voice did not sound like his own. it was breathless and deeper.

you finished bandaging his wound. you let your fingers roam the now bandaged area before bringing diluc's hand up to your cheek. he welcomed your touch and held your cheek delicately. "thank you love." he mumbled, giving you a tired smile. "i'll go grab a blanket. rest here for tonight. i'll be on the chair if you need anything." you stood up to go grab the blankets, but before you could take another step, diluc had grabbed your hand. "i love you." he said, closing his eyes. you smile before bending down and pressing a kiss to his forehead. "i love you too."

-> albedo

albedo is always careful in everything he does. he works with the utmost care and is always organized. he almost never misplaces his ingredients in the lab. key word: almost.

so when sucrose handed him the vile he asked for, the explosion he had concocted by accident was extremely bright & very hot, taking albedo by surprise. he fell backwards onto the shards of glass from the vile. they littered his arm and blood was spilling out, dropping onto the floor

sucrose gasped at the sight and quickly ran to fetch you, who was just outside of dragonspine at the base before albedo could even get a word out. "y/n!" her yelling and running towards you startled everyone at the base. "sucrose? what is it? what's wrong?" you placed your hands on her shoulders to help calm her down. sucrose rested her hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath. "it's, it's mister albedo, he injured himself. please- come quickly." you sat sucrose down on a chair, calling a few of the researchers to help her.

you on the other hand, make a run for albedo's campsite. if sucrose came running all the way down here, it has to be bad. the snow was making it hard for you to get their fast, but your determination and worry for albedo kept you going. once you approach albedos location, you found him sitting on a chair, picking the shards of glass out of his skin. "albedo, oh my goodness." your voice caused albedo to snap his head in your direction. you quickly ran to his side, stopping him from picking anymore glass.

you sighed in relief. "it's just glass. sucrose made it seem like your heart was out of your chest your something." you mumbled, examining albedo's arm carefully. albedo grinned to himself. "i tried to stop her, but she ran before i could say anything."

you carefully extract the pieces of glass before you begin to the clean the wounds. albedo explained how his experiment went wrong at his own expense. "you should really be more careful 'bedo. what if it's worse next time?" you softly scold him as you finish up the last bandage. "what if it was something more dangerous? what if-" you let out a squeal as albedo pulled you down on to his lap before you could get out another word.

your back was now pressed against his chest. he pressed a loving kiss to the crook of your neck. "thank you love. i'll be more careful next time, promise."

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #childe x reader #diluc x reader #albedo x reader #childe #diluc #xiao #childe x you #child x y/n #diluc x you #diluc x y/n #albedo x you #albedo x y/n

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cerastes · 3 years

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Late happy birthday btw dreamer, and how do you put Skadi Alter in that little analysis? As fully having accepted herself? Or having succumbed to the guilt?

Thanks! You're not late! It's today!

Answering this one apart since it also included another question:

The recruitable Skadi the Corrupting Heart is basically a window into a future in which Skadi accepts herself not as a Hunter, but as a Seaborn: The revelation that Abyssal Hunters are Aegir with Seaborn blood and genes in her shook her hard, to the point where she started metabolizing right then and there. Gladiia calmed her down in the moment, telling her, essentially, "Hey stop thinking too hard about it, we amount to more than just what makes us", which makes sense to Skadi and she stops metabolizing immediately.

This shows us that mind over matter is very true for Abyssal Hunters, and it's not hard to see why: Seaborn are incredibly adaptable and prone to evolving and mutating, the later more so in the individual scale. Skadi was outright mutating. She handled it there, but the Corrupting Heart is what occurs in a future where Skadi eventually can't overcome her existential crisis as a Hunter and instead overcomes it as a Seaborn.

Guilt has much bearing in this particular conundrum, in the sense of "oh, it makes sense, I get everyone killed around me because I am the monsters I hunted", so one could consider Corrupting Heart as Skadi giving up and fully metabolizing into a Seaborn. She's not the first one to do so, as we know from Gladiia and Skadi's own accounts, but when a Hunter succumbed back then, they'd be surrounded by other Hunters that could summarily put them down.

That's not the case for the Corrupting Heart. And yet, emotions and memories of her time as Skadi still burn within, hence why she's so affectionate with Doctor, someone that meant a lot to her before mutating and going full Seaborn. It's like the smallest ember of hope that whatever she's become and whatever has assumed her form, because you can't really say Corrupting Heart is Skadi anymore, Skadi is still in there to some degree.

This is not exclusive to Skadi, as mentioned before: Gladiia IS in the process of becoming a Seaborn, as well. It is something that will have to be addressed sooner or later, but the main way to combat it is definitely to have a bulwark of willpower that functions as an anchor to one's identity, which is not a coincidence, as this is very much the case in the universes of the direct inspirations for the Abyssal Hunters: Dark Souls and Bloodborne. In these, the principal difference between a cursed swashbuckler and a Hollow, between a Hunter that's lucid and one that's become blood-starved, is in fact a strong sense of purpose and self. As long as Skadi gives up, the Corrupting Heart will exist, and likewise, as long as she doesn't give up, the Corrupting Heart can't exist.

#draconis4s #arknights #skadi #skadi the corrupting heart

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rcksmith · 3 years

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Felling — Five Hargreeves

Request: “Hi love could you maybe do #38 from the fluff prompts for Five where maybe Five is struggling with accepting the reader trying to be like romantic or affectionate with him !!! Thank you I love you !!!!”

Fluff Prompts:

38. “You say you hate it but your red face is telling me otherwise.”

A/N: We not tolerate any pedophilia here!!

I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter.

I loved this request so much! I found it so cute and adorable!! ❤️ I hope it got close to what you wanted. I love you❤️

Here I used some fragments of Five's original chronology because it would help with the plot, but guys, keep in mind, please, that he is a 20 or more.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

Couple: Five Hargreeves/Fem! Reader.

Warnings: Just bad words, it is very fluff.

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The Hargreeves were a family full of wounds, trauma and deep-seated fears. They were trained to be super heroes. Strong, courageous, centered, perfect. And that was why no emotion could be on the way to that goal. Feeling love, passion, affection and affection was the gateway to becoming vulnerable. And a superhero couldn't be vulnerable. So they were denied that their whole lives.

Within each one pulsed a different problem, a different trauma. Denying love to a child only made him develop complications to connect with his emotions, feel empathy and be able to deal with different contrasts in a healthy way.

The Hargreeves brothers' lives were not easy, but some of them found, in the beginning, a way to connect with different types of love; Luther and Alissom for each other, Diego for the maternal love, Klaus and Ben in the partnership and complicity for each other. Vayna found her way in love for her brothers when her biggest internal problems were resolved.

But Five... well, Five was alone in the abyss of the apocalypse.

He did not have a chance to mature his feelings, deal with his psychological and transform the various traumas into something productive and healthy. Then, in the midst of loneliness, devastation and chaos, Five just threw his feelings under the rug until, like his childhood brothers, they stopped harassing him.

As they never had the opportunity to mature, those sensations remained on a primitive level. And his complications to bond with his emotions became even more broken when Five had to kill for the Commission.

Facing death and being the author of such devastation was not a mild endeavor. The smell of death was still in the air if Five stopped to concentrate on breathing, and the murder scenes were still fresh in his mind when he slept. But, just as Five did with any feeling, he just pushed them under the rug once again.

He didn't want to deal with them. They brought, for Five, pains, fears, weaknesses and a constant reminder that, perhaps, he... had failed in many things. And Five hated seeing himself as a failure.

And that was when he came home. And even when the waters have calmed down, when the winter breeze gently touched his face, when he can rest, dealing with feelings was something he still repudiated.

But that's when Five met you, and his whole world was turned upside down. When you first looked into his eyes, fierce, warm heat swept through Five's body, from the top of his head to his toes. The heat immediately gave way to a cold sweat.

Five thought it was just a second of madness, in which his system had given a blue screen for something else, not for you. But as soon as you smiled at him, there was a quick feeling of being stabbed near the diaphragm or in the belly. His composure didn't waver an inch, but he felt like he couldn't breathe.

The situation took on unimaginable proportions. You are going the Hargreeves mansion a lot times , since, what has been said, you were friends with the brothers, and Five lived lost in an agitated sea of exasperating feelings whenever he was near you.

You were brilliant as the sun, smiling as happiness, beautiful as masterpieces and stunning as the evening. You were the personification of…Perfection, was the Five thought at the time. And it almost broke his heart, because he could never have you for himself.

Five couldn't because, as much as he refused to admit it, wouldn't know how. He couldn't because the whirlwind of emotions was a fierce scream that caused a stir in his mind. Five looked at you and saw a masterpiece - sublime and human art at the same time - and he didn't know how to name those emotions. And now, unexpectedly trapped by the intensity, Five was unable to reason properly when he was close to you.

All he could see was an excessively beautiful girl who was standing in front of him as something he wanted very much. And if you understood the state Five was in whenever you talked to him, you would have stopped at the first sentence. No, if you really understood, you would end up running as fast as you could. But you could not understand what Five did not understand.

So he preferred the loneliness of the apocalypse to those emotions that made him feel hot and cold at the same time, which seemed like his stomach was filling with birds, all beating their wings and trying to escape, and then his hands started to shake.

Five didn't know what it was all about, a mixture of emotions; attraction, passion, an overwhelming desire to touch you. But even if he knew how to name it all, he wouldn't know how to act. Five was a genius, he could solve the biggest equations about space and time with his eyes closed, but as a lover, however, he put his feet in his hands.

Five never thought of the most tender emotions without coldness and objectivity, they were great to justify the actions of human beings. But you have revoked absolutely everything.

Over time, it started to hurt physically in Five not to touch you, not to succumb to the most overwhelming wills. And then, one night he took refuge in a bottle of vodka, you walked in the door and it was the end for Five. He got up from the bar, came to you in determined and firm steps, and, sending everything to hell, held your face in his hands and kissed you as if he wanted to do this for a lifetime. Maybe more.

You were the opposite of Five. It was as if you were the heat and he was the ice, day and night. You burned like summer heat and Five burned like winter cold. You were everything Five was not: extroverted, agitated, knew how to deal with emotions very well, you were passionate, caring, loving, you loved physical contact. So when you returned the kiss, Five felt himself burning with your warm touch.

You wrapped your fingers around the black strands on the back of his neck, letting him put your bodies together and the kiss started to heat up. And then you said:

“You're beautiful.”

And that's where Five fell in love with you. He fell in love because when you took a breath and looked into his eyes when you said that, he felt like you could see the depths of his soul, all the secrets, all the sins, all the fears. You knew him, deeply.

Five was no longer able to stay away from you after this event. He always chose your side at a table, he was very less acid in conversation whit you were. And when you two played chess, and he let you win on purpose just to see your happy smile and your eyes shining, he knew was in trouble.

While Five tried to deal with so many new emotions and so many traumas, you were the opposite. You have been in love with him for so long, even when you saw his painting on top of the fireplace, you felt something different. So when you two kissed, came closer, you let your feelings out.

You were a loving person by nature, you loved hugging people, physical contact. You were an incorrigible romantic and, to be honest, you loved being like that. You loved feeling too much.

So with Five it was no different. You liked holding hands, hugs, more tender kisses and also quick hello kisses or bye. You loved touching physically, either way. But being like that taught you that many people didn't taste the same as you. And in the case of the Hargreeves, so broken and lost, dealing with feelings was not easy, especially to express it physically.

But with Five it was… more difficult.

He was very reserved, controlled, closed. You felt perfectly when he went rigid whenever you touched him: any affection on the arm, kiss on the cheek when you had to go to college, hugs.

You started to think that maybe he didn't like you that much or didn't want something serious, but Five was always looking for you. Whether showing up at your apartment, in your room, or going to be near you at the mansion or kissing you. So you ended up realizing that he just didn't handle feelings well.

It was very cold that night, you were in your room with the books and college notebooks on the bed, trying to solve some calculus equations, otherwise you would end up repeating in that subject. Your head was already pounding and you were getting frustrated, it was definitely not for you and your desire was to hit your head on the book and give up.

“What a nightmare.” You mumbled.

“What a nightmare?”

The voice at your side made you scream out in fright, turning to the left and seeing Five standing on the edge of your bed. The distilled moonlight came in through your open window and bathed the man in front of him with a builder in his black hair and alabaster skin, you held your breath, Five was always so beautiful that he should be considered a crime.

His hands were in the pockets of his dark pants, followed by the shirt and blazer from the Academy uniform. Five looked at you with a small condescending smile in the corner of your mouth, and you felt your heart pounding.

“Ah, it's just a college subject.” You sighed, looking at the notebooks in front of you “It's a nightmare.”

Then Five leaned forward, looking closely at your notes.

“You know where you went wrong, don't you?”

You jaw dropped, and you turned to the notebooks with your calculations. That was the only exercise that you thought was correct.

You felt frustration rising from your feet to your head, snaking through your body. You snorted, running your hand through your hair, it had been hours since you tried to understand that misfortune.

“I will never graduate, that's it. I accept the defeat of the God of mathematics.” You grunted, leaving the pencil on top of the books, giving up.

Five laughed softly, sitting beside your bed, still far enough away not to touch you.

“Give me the pencil.” He pointed to the object and you handed it over.

You frowned when Five pulled your notes to him, balanced the pencil in your other hand and redo your calculations at the end of the sheet.

You should have paid attention to what Five was doing, at each step, but the truth was that you got lost looking at him. The winter breeze shook his black strands as if they were a cloth from the night sky, his emerald green eyes were focused, and a slight crease on his forehead indicated that he was concentrating.

Your heart raced, the world seemed to stop breathing and the air took on a caustic and magical intonation. You would show all your shadows if Five showed his, you would do anything to show how sublime he was.

Then Five looked up at you, and the hemisphere seemed to make sense that second. So you leaned over and kissed him. You kissed because there was no cell in you that didn't want to kiss him. Because Five was a young god and you were just a mortal surrendered to his charms.

But you felt his muscles go rigid, the spontaneous physical contact catching him off guard.

Five burned in contradictions. It burned in the hot fire of passion and burned in the icy heat of feelings. Your touch was potent and had an overwhelming effect on Five.

He wondered what would happen if he had sex with you at that moment. Would he burn in your heat or would he be consumed by troubled emotions? Would he feel every part of your body pulse or would he lose himself in the confusion of his own mind?

Five gently parted his lips, still close enough for his breath to hit your lips.

“I feel your tension. Everything is fine.” You commented quietly.

Five just breathed, his eyes confirming to you what his words didn't say.

“I'm sorry for everything you've been through.” You were sincere, and cautiously put your hand under his. “But you have to understand that it’s normal and good to feel emotions. It's okay not to understand them. Feelings are not like math.”

Five felt your touch become more present, and you gently approach. He should have said something, but his body started to contradict his mind and he got lost in a blue shambles. He desperately wanted you. Wanted to fuck you until feel you completely and kiss you until taste love. But he also wanted to get away. He wanted to go away and push all those feelings and emotions under the rug.

But when you sat closer to him, and your hands cupped his face, Five realized he couldn't leave.

“How would you react if I did that..”

Then he noticed your mischievous smile, and before he could say anything, you held him more firmly, and filled any part of his face with kisses that you could reach.

You laughed between Five's kisses and protests. But you only stopped after the twentieth kiss. Five was marked with your lipstick, his eyes closed for you, his face in a warning expression.

“Y/N!” He grunted, wiping his face “Are you crazy?”

But his cheeks were red and you could feel his temperature high from where you were.

You laughed louder, settling on the bed.

“.You say you hate it but your red face is telling me otherwise.” You pointed at his cheeks, waved your index finger between them, signaling.

Five frowned even more, trying to wipe the lipstick marks off his face. But slowly, a little smile was struggling to come to his face.

“You are smiling!”

“You are so childish!” he rolled his eyes, but his voice was soft.

“You love Me!” Then you threw yourself at him again, kissing his face where the marks had been cleaned.

Five grunted, but ended up just resting his hands on your waist, feeling ... relaxing.

When you stopped laughing and looked at him, Five held his gaze. Gently, his right hand went to your face, removing a lock of your hair from your eyes.

“I think you're right.”

His voice was low, like a summer breeze, and yours eyes lit up when you understood the meaning of what he was talking about. But Five didn't give you time to answer, he leaned over and captured your lips in a passionate kiss.

You love him too.

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tanniesjeom · 3 years

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when the camellia blooms | pjm

park jimin x kim! reader | 1 | 2

sypnosis: diagnosed with the hanahaki disease, you had only two options - accept a deathly fate, or never love again.

genre: au, angst, fluff, humor, friends to lovers? maybe.

warnings: many talks of death and dying, minor character death, pain, unrequited love, swearing, talks of past sexual experience while intoxicated, pining, longing, really sad reader, and lots of angst.

word count: 7.2 k

"you would die for her, for him."

"You're dying."

The two words escape past his lips steadily and breathily as your widening eyes linger on the way his hands fiddle with one another out of habit. He sighs deeply and resists the urge to avoid screaming at you and maintain eye contact out of professionalism, pushing back his slipping glasses.

"At this rate, you won't have any more than a month. Had you told me this sooner, y/n, the results wouldn't have been as scarce. But because you waited after almost a year of this, I'm afraid there's not much to do." He pushes his desk lightly to pull away from it, creating a mere distance between himself and the papers which finalized your future's passing. Reaching his collar, he tugs on his tie to loosen it before unbuttoning the first stitch as he looks at you with seemingly stray and angered eyes mixed with sympathy.

Suddenly, his sight wanders the room as he shakes his head repeatedly, scoffing in disbelief. He then smiles, dimples prominent, lip tightened, eyebrows furrowed, and eyes broken, piercing straight at its target - that being you.

Standing up, he takes off his glasses and slams his fist onto the chair's arm rest before running a hand across his hair, softly hissing.

The professionalism is now out of the drain, "You're an idiot, y/n."

"Fucking stupid. How could you not- I mean- how could you not tell me? I'm your brother! We're family. Blood. We're supposed to- we're supposed to tell each other these things and you just fucking- you kept it to yourself all these months! Ten months! And now I'm sitting here being the one to tell you that you're dying? That you're leaving me? I would've done something. I would've helped you, I- I would've killed whoever this person you're in love with is. y/n, please- I just-"

You don't know why, but you felt exhausted.

The ringing in your ears is deafening. Truthfully, you hadn't heard a single thing the minute you received news that you'll be, well, passing away. Not to mention, within 30 days time.

It's not as if you didn't already know about your condition, of course you did. Coughing soft pink camellia flowers every time you see the man that's brought you here is not exactly something that just simply passes a blind eye. You sense it, you feel it, and it hurts.

It really, really hurts.

You also felt awful for your brother. You hadn't meant for it to go this far. You didn't mean to not tell him. You didn't want your assigned doctor to suddenly call in sick and have your brother temporarily take his place. You didn't mean for him to find out this way - such a twisted, horrible fucking way, but here you are.

"I'm sorry, Joon. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for this to go this far. I just-"

"Were you ever even going to tell me?" He cuts you off, voice low and steady, almost afraid of your coming response.

Your eyes locate his across the cramped room, and one could clearly tell that it's striving its hardest to fight against desperate tears.

"I- yes, Joon. I was. Of course I was. I was gonna do it after this check in actually, but I guess God wanted you to find out sooner than I intended, though He could've just waited a little while longer and it would've been fine." You joke whisperingly, the heavy weight of your heart lightening just a small bit when you notice the corners of his lips twitch and his eyes faintly soften.

Regrettably, that was a lie. You didn’t plan on telling him, not today at least. Maybe not even ever.

The softening air lasts for only a second as his following question makes you hold back the urge to cough up another camellia flower slowly blooming its way to your throat.

"Who is it?"

Genuine, concerned, curious. These were all that he was.

But noticing the way your body went entirely rigid at his words and the way your hand clutched your clothed chest in attempt to shut down what you know will happen next, Namjoon's brotherly instincts causes him to naturally make his way towards you softly, taking small and careful strides towards your fragile state.

And once he's finally reached you, he gets on his knees gently in order for him to be of nearing same height level as you're sitting down, his hands rubbing the back of your hand in a comforting manner.

He does this all before pulling the trigger.

"Who are you in love with, y/n?"

two years back

"Jimin!"

You call out your brother's best friend loudly, who is currently in the midst of doing a one-man stage play in front of the mirror, "Joon's saying you guys need to get going now. Says he has a patient in two hours and wants to go over all sorts of documents before treating her."

Turning around, you scan the living room and dining room for the keys of your friend's car as your brother also asked you to hand them to him since the two always end up on forgetting it until they've already reached the car parked across your apartment's block.

You hear Jimin shuffle behind you, "Really? He wants to go over documents at- 9 AM in the morning?"

Smiling at his attempts of complaint, you nod your head softly in order to play along and answer his rhetorical question, "He really needs to learn how to drive doesn't he? Since he's dragging you along everywhere he goes."

Jimin laughs at your statement, which being an opinion, your brother would argue, 'driving isn't a necessary aspect of life.' But who really thinks like that? Oh right, non-drivers.

“I guess he’s getting too caught up in learning medicine that he forgot to learn how to officially become an adult.” Reaching above the kitchen top, you finally found sight of Jimin's car keys.

How did it even get up there? You think to yourself. It's really high up, so Namjoon must've been the one to leave it as to where it is.

You groan slightly, "Joon, can you get over here! I found Chim's keys but it's too far up high so I can't reach it. Hell I don't even think he can reach this-"

You are cut off when you feel a hand sneak around your waist, making you flinch and suddenly spin cautiously.

Eyes widened. Lips parted. Breath hitched. You let out an inaudible gasp as you come to the realization that Jimin is now in front of you, head tilted with an amused smile on his face, "Excuse you? I can very much reach this." He says, all the while reaching up behind you, inchly leaning forward. At this point, your body is being pressed up against the kitchen counter and his oh-so-very toned front.

This small action is enough to instigate a flaming abyss inside of you as you very much attempt to calm your alarmed heart.

You can feel the cuts and lines of his abs against your chest as he is now standing on his tippy toes, desperately trying to reach the keys on the kitchen top. Anyone that could see his posture would call him adorable, but your body is currently being sandwiched and by all that is high and mighty your mind can't even really process a single thing. Wait, what were you thinking just now?

"See? Got it." Jimin falls back in place as he jiggles his car keys in front of your stone-cold face, smile wide as he giggles softly, "Piece of cake, y/n."

He then proceeds to move on with his life like he didn't just do what the fuck he just did.

Clearing your throat, you blink about a million times in order to gather your thoughts. Your heartbeat is racing faster than the speed of light and your lips have become as dry as a desert. If you had gone standing on your tippy toes just as he did, you would've been a baby hair away from lips touching. The thought is enough to make you grow weak.

Yet as if something inside of you is suddenly turned on, no pun intended, you remind yourself that these thoughts are wrong. You can't be having these apprehensions, they aren't right. Because not only is he your brother's best friend, he also has a-

"y/n?" Jimin's soft voice calls out your name.

Breaking out of your trance, you turn to see him sitting down on the dining table, head tilted downwards with a small smile on his face. The sun escapes your pastel curtains as it slips past the window sill, reasoning with the current ray of golden yellow that has found its home on Jimin’s plump cheek, shining on the left side of his luminous face.

It's absolutely senseless how he can look as beautiful as he does simply by existing, and it makes perfect sense that your finding yourself to liking him more and more.

Just look at him.

You are broken out of your enchanted daze once more as dreaded words leave his smiling lips, "I'm gonna ask her to marry me."

Only then were you brought back to your inadequate reality.

“W- what?” You attempt to speak, but you notice the way your voice has suddenly become noticeably hoarse.

Jimin looks up at you with a smile, the kind that has his eyes almost disappearing.

“Sung. I’m gonna ask her to marry me tonight.”

silence.

and more silence.

Like a coward, that was all what you could muster to respond with.

And only then did you notice the velvet box on his hands, upon which he is tenderly caressing. Only then did you recognize the questionable romantic script of his one-man stage just moments earlier. Only then did you realize that the reason behind his growing smile are because of her, not you. Not because of what had just taken place.

Only then did you remember that no, you can't be having these apprehensions - they aren't right.

Because not only is he your brother's best friend,

he also has a, now upcoming, fiancé.

present time

"I already loved him then, Joon."

By this time, your brother has stood up and begun pacing back and forth the modest office, murmurs of curses towards his friend escaping past his lips, "-that small son of a bitch."

Smiling softly, you look down in reminiscence of the moments you have spent falling for Jimin. "I guess I've always been infatuated with him ever since our first meeting, but my God Joonie," you pause, inhaling a short breath in attempt to stop tears threatening to spill. "-ever since that day, when he told me that he was going to propose to her, I finally realized that like was the wrong term to use. I realized that I loved him and I just- I lost sight of everything." You cry, small sobs coming from you as you blinkingly look up to try to contain the waters forming in your eyes.

It was true. That day, when he told you about his plans to ask her to marry him, you've never felt more indignant.

Of course you faked it at first, congratulated him and consoled him into truthfully believing that she will undoubtedly say yes. But the minute he and Namjoon left your apartment, you collapsed on your carpeted floors, sobbing loudly and hitting your chest repetitively all the while cursing yourself in your head for ever even considering the tiniest of possibilities that you and Jimin could ever happen.

You also went out that night, got drunk, found a guy, slept with him, and never looked back.

Sure, this may seem like a regular night out for many, but not being the type to kiss and sleep, sex meant a lot to you.

Nothing wrong with one night stands, that just wasn't your particular chosen lifestyle. But you were wasted. You were intoxicated. You didn't know what you were doing. Had you been sober, you wouldn't have done what you did, especially with the person you did it with. So when you woke up in the middle of the night naked in bed next to a familiar face and realized what you've done, you rushingly stood up, got dressed, and left, ignoring the calls of the man you had just been with.

You went straight home and washed yourself for hours, feeling dirty and sloppy and disgusting. You can easily recollect sitting down in the showers, head tucked underneath and in between your legs, sobbing and crying loudly as the steam surrounding you from the warm water kept on worsening.

You hated what you did, and you most definitely despised the reason for what you did, - to simply get over someone else. You felt guilty. You felt ashamed. What would Jimin think? You thought to yourself. And though that truly didn't really matter, the ache in your heart kept on making you believe otherwise.

You didn't notice how your tears have fallen and stained your newly-bought jeans until Namjoon's hands holding a napkin comes within your perception.

Mumbling a small 'sorry Joonie,' you accept his offer and wipe the tears still continuously streaming down your now reddened, warm, and puffy face. As you do this, you furthermore catch sight of your brother's shadow rubbing his face in frustration, matching the groans that you also hear release from him in the background. And without meaning so, you deflate in insecurity.

Hearing the sound of air being released from a pulling force, you look up to see that Namjoon has sat back down, his elbows resting on the desk while his chin rest on his hands. "Does he know about this, y/n?"

You sigh, "No."

"Are you going to tell him?" You hear him ask once more.

Closing your eyes and sniffing lightly, you inhale a steady breath as you answer him for the second time, "I don't know, Joon."

Namjoon looks at you, eyes full of worry and concern. You don't know?

You're his sister, and he loves you. He would do anything for you. If he could shower you with all the love that you lack from Jimin, he would. And he would do it in a heartbeat. But you're dying. You're leaving him. And he doesn't know what to think. He doesn't know what to do. So how could you not know? How could you sit here, in front of him, after keeping this shit for ten months to yourself, tell him that you just don't know?

He feels frustrated. Frustrated over the clearing fact that if you don't know the answer to that simple yes or no question, then how more could you know the answer to when he asks you to make the choice?

The choice - to love or to die.

A very careful, unprecedented surgery that has been performed by professionals only a few times, yet each one has been successful. This seems easy, yeah. A surgery to save your life? Of course you'll do it! But there's a reason as to why this has been done only by a certain small count.

To perform the surgery and live, the price is not the expense, but rather the loneliness that shall come as you spend the rest of your life void of emotions. The surgery doesn't get rid of love on its own, it gets rid of everything that comes with it - happiness, sadness, trust, pain, pretty much everything that one can possibly feel. The only emotion left is indifference, yet even indifference lacks its self-sustainability.

Who would want to live like that?

Who would want to live a life where you just simply exist and nothing more?

He knows that the day will come eventually - when he offers you the choice, the chance to save your life, and he knows it will come soon. But right now, he has chosen to prioritize being a brother over a doctor. Right now, the only thing in his mind is comforting you.

"Okay." Your brother nods, making your eyes widen slightly in shock.

Okay? No scolding? No 'how could you not know?!' older brother reprimands? But then you remember, oh yeah. You're dying. And who could possibly scold their dying little sister?

"I'm sorry Joonie-" You try to apologize once more before he cuts you off again.

"No, don't apologize, y/n. It's not like you could've possibly wanted for any of this to happen, yeah?" He offers you a smile, but you could easily see past its fabricated purpose, "But instead let me ask you this. And I need you, in our deceased parent's name, to be completely honest with me."

You only nod, completely submissive and understanding of his seriousness the moment that he mentioned your passed parents.

"What you just told me, when you first fell in love with him, that was two years ago." He starts, making you nod again in agreement.

"But you were diagnosed only ten months ago."

Your heart drops, and you don't nod again.

"The Hanahaki Disease is not something that gradually begins and comes to existence over the course of time. It is an illness that is triggered. It could be by a sudden forthcoming realization or proclamation of love, or by an event that triggers the heart to completely shut down in overwhelmth. Either way, basing on the timing of what you've said, you should've been diagnosed with the Hanahaki two years ago. But you weren't."

Namjoon eyes you questioningly, but not too much to the extent that you feel uncomfortable, only just enough to remind you of the importance of this conversation, "You were only diagnosed ten months ago, y/n. Why?"

You sit still, not wanting to move, as if your stone figure would somehow make him think that you're not real or that you're a simple figment of his messed up imagination.

"y/n, what happened ten months ago?"

He finishes his question and you swallow harshly only to realize that you're parched, your throat completely dry. You then tilt your head to steal a gaze at your brother, making you catch the way his eyes suddenly widened as if he just realized something of high importance. As if he had just realized the answer to his own question. And that didn't work with you.

Clearing your throat, you are about to answer him in order to cut off his thoughts until the door swings open and you feel your throat compact, - the coughs of a camellia flower slipping its way to visibility -because there he is,

the man of the hour.

"y/n." He noticeably breathes a sigh of relief before making his way to you, engulfing you in a giant embrace. "I was so worried about you. Why didn't you tell me you had the Hanahaki? How could you not let me know? How long have you had it? Who is it? I swear I'm going to murder whoever this piece of shit is that he dared ever making yo-"

"Jimin this is a professional space between a doctor and his patient." The two of you pull away almost exactly the same time as soon as Namjoon speaks up, Jimin's eyebrows furrowing, "Get out."

"What?" Jimin barely gather the voice to ask him as he is completely caught off guard of his friend's erupting vulgar attitude.

"I said-" Namjoon speaks before getting caught off again.

"No trust me, I heard what you said. But what?" Jimin repeats himself, "So you're telling me you're not prioritizing being y/n's brother right now? You're still caught up in this Doctor Kim bullshit? Like you're a real one?"

"Jimin-" You attempt to budge in, sensing that a certain trouble may suddenly come knocking.

"No, y/n. Listen hyung-"

"No, YOU listen. You small piece of shit." Your brother raises his voice, "-don't come barging in here like you own the place or like you have any authority over her. She is MY sister and this is a family matter. So it's best you stay out of it and keep in your lane."

At this point, Namjoon is in front of Jimin, a short distance separating the two of them, "And don't you ever dare speak to me in that tone again. I know you're my friend, but remember to treat me with respect. Not only am I your superior, but I'm also your hyung." He finishes with a serious voice, tone low, and message deep. His earnest eyes piercing through his friend's pained ones.

Jimin, mouth slightly agape being at loss for words and clearly confused at his close friend's unreasonable anger, storms out of the room.

But not before he drags you along with him.

Namjoon is quick to act as he tries to reach for you, but you turn back and look at him pleadingly, signaling him that it's okay and to not worry. And him being the understanding brother that he is, pulls back and holds himself steady.

You can handle him. You’re a Kim. You’re strong.

Strong enough to survive through this.

You’ll be okay.

And as he watches the two of you leave, the door closing shut right in front of him, only then does reality hit Namjoon as his legs tremble abruptly, feeling lightheaded all of a sudden.

Falling down the floor, he reaches onto the desk for assistance as he slides his back down the wooden wall, hands painfully fisted and finding its way to cover his mouth in order to muffle the choked-in sobs perilously escaping him. He proceeds to blink away the tears and bite harshly on his lips, trying to diminish the flourishing grievance in his heart.

His sister is dying, and he doesn't know what to do.

“Doctor Kim? The next patient is ready to see you.” A knocking nurse distracts him and calls out from behind the door, “-shall I send them in?”

Namjoon sniffs heavily and sighs deeply, rushingly grabbing his glasses and adjusting his emotionally wrecked state, “One moment!”

He lets out a soft, shaky breath and reminds himself once more that you’re a Kim.

You’re strong.

You can beat this.

It'll be alright.

You'll be okay.

"IM NOT OKAY JIMIN-SHI!" You voicely whine out to your friend who is currently dragging you along the halls of the hospital and out the technologically advanced glass doors, "What is wrong with you?!" You pull your arm aggressively from his grasp as you bend down, hands resting on your knees while you hastily try to catch your breath. The camellia flower stuck just along the chords of your throat making it very difficult.

Jimin stares at you worryingly, having forgotten of your illness, "O- oh no. y/n, I'm sorry I forgot I- are you okay? Should we go back?" He stutters in concern before you hold up one finger, signaling him to shut the hell up. "-sorry."

Looking at you like this, tired and exhausted from having to put up with all his bullshit, Jimin feels a sudden urge to reach out and embrace you tightly, almost forgetting of his previous encounter with your brother.

And so that's exactly what he does.

You are caught off guard the moment you feel a hand grab your shoulder by means of pulling you closer all the while another rests just at your crook of spine, and although this first makes you stumble in a not-so-very prettily way, your destination is found to be in your friend's embrace, his fragile yet protective arms wrapped around you securely.

Not letting this moment simply pass by, you let yourself melt in his arms as you find the comfort meant to be found in his comforting hug, wrapping your arms around his neck as you slightly stand on your tippy toes. Somehow, your simple action makes him pull you even closer, one hand creeping behind your neck all the while his other is completely wrapped around your waist although this time is tighter than before.

As the two of you stay like this in the middle of the sliding glass doors of the hospital, crowds of unfamiliar voices passing by you and ambulances ringing endlessly against your ear, you let yourself submerge within the passion of your heart.

Amidst the chaos and cries of your nearingly counted days, you find consolation in the arms of the same man that has put you in front of death's door, and quite frankly, you wouldn't really want it any other way. You'll take what is given by the heavens above when it comes to Jimin, because well- you love him.

Unfortunately, that quick and simple thought is enough to make you lose control of your reminded disease.

"y-y/n what's- are you okay?" Jimin pulls away from you abruptly as you break into coughing fits, pastel pink camellia blossoms escaping your trembling lips.

The sight has caught the attention of many civilians, but both you and Jimin remain to be indifferent about them as you or more or less are occupied with your illness all the while Jimin specifically aims his attention on you alone.

"Alright that's it, screw your brother alright?" Jimin exclaims a bit louder than what you're comfortable with as this obviously did not benefit with the proceedingly growing public focus on the two of you, "-we're going back, y/n, it's my fault for bringing you outside so suddenly-"

"No chim, please-" You roughly attempt to speak out, your throat painfully extracting the feeling of abrasiveness, "Please just- let's just go."

"y/n.."

“Please chim,” you cut him off for what seemed to be the fiftieth time, coughing, “-please. I don’t want to be here any longer.”

Hesistant yet concerned, Jimin nods slowly as he assists your side, his hands finding its home around your waist and lower back while you both take short and careful strides. You destination is still unknown, but you didn’t mind. A journey a day with someone you love has never turned out for the worse.

At least that's what you think.

"Really?" You roll your eyes as you notice the familiar lane that Jimin's car just entered, "I asked you to get me out of the hospital area, I didn't ask for a sleepover, Jimin." You jokingly accuse him, but you can't help the smile that makes its way on your puffed-up face as you notice him smoothly take a side-glance at you with a knowing smirk.

"Well I thought that with all that bad hospital air, you might've wanted to breathe in a familiar scent," Jimin responds as the car comes to a stop.

You turn slightly to open the door and step out before you here a meek, "Jankkanman!" and perceive a 5'9 in height blondie come running around the bonnet in order to open the car door for you as a gentleman would. It is such a sweet and casual pantomime, yet an ill-patient diagnosed with an illness of the heart can never bring you any wins. Consequently, his actions only causes your throat to feel strained and compacted for the endless time.

God, how much did you love this man that such a simple gesture makes you want to cough out countless of fully bloomed flowers?

You thank the heavens above for your past endless experiences that allowed you to now be better in terms of hiding your pain as you attempt to smile genuinely, mumbling a small "thank you" in the process before making your way inside his home.

"So," Jimin starts as the two of you plop down his couch, his eyes seeking for yours as he tilts his head ever so lightly, "what should we do today... now that you're out of that hell hole?"

"Chim!" You scold him lightly, "my brother and your best friend just happens to be working in that hell hole, just in case you forgot, and- hey! You work there too, you ass." You accusingly point at him all the while hitting his arm playfully.

Jimin is was a nurse in that hospital. Your brother is a doctor.

He laughs and smiles widely, "Nope. I don't work there anymore, remember? But I did for a while, which is why I can most definitely testify that that place is indeed, a hell hole. And by the way, I'm kind of offended that you pretty much forgot my lost profession just then, y/n, like what the fuck?" He jokes endingly.

Your eyes soften slightly as he mentions his lack of job, yet you still stubbornly choose to ignore his last remark. "Well I sure hope that's not the case since I'll be most likely spending my last days there."

Oops.

The silence that ensues goes inevitably noticed by the two of you the moment those words escaped past your lips, but you paid no mind. That was the reason that you asked him to take you away anyways. You weren't hoping for some cliche romantic bullshit where the two of you simply elope and forget your real worries in your life, no. Instead you were here with the main purpose of facing it.

Besides, even if you did want to leave with him, you couldn't. Remember?

Jimin is the first to break the excessive blockade, "Don't say that y/n."

You sigh, "But it's true, chim."

"I don't give a shit if it's true or not."

"Chim.." You are slightly startled with his sudden outburst, caught off guard in the way his voice slightly raised as his attention and body language are now completely directed at you, "Wha- why are you getting mad?"

Jimin scoffs, almost irritated at your oblivious question, "Why? Because you're talking of dying like it's not a big deal, y/n!" His voice getting louder and louder by every word he spits out, "God, you know you can be so fucking insensitive sometimes. What, did you already forget the shit I suffered when I lost someone? Did you already forget all the fucking shit I suffered when death took her from me?"

At the mention of her, you pause. Speechless. Guilty. Hurt.

Of course you remember. How could you not? You remember the darkest of days as like it was just yesterday.

You remember getting that call in the middle of the night from the contact name of your brother as you slightly answered it in an irritated voice, "Joon I swear to God if you're asking me to drive you to work in the middle of the fucking night I will personally drag your ass right now to get a driver's liscenc-"

"y/n?"

You remember immediately stopping as you recognize the voice that most certainly did not belong to your brother, "Chim?"

"y- y/n."

You remember the outbreak of his sobs as you call out to him, his sniffles and cries becoming more and more prominent as you stumble on your feet, struggling with keeping your phone against and in between your ear and your shoulder as you hurryingly take off to grab a jacket and your keys, "Chim what's wrong, where the hell are you? W- where's Joon?"

You remember the way your heart dropped as your worst fear came to mind, the thought of losing your brother itself being enough to make you wobble in your feet, your heart clenching. He had your brother's phone, and he was crying.

"N-no, he- he's fine, y/n. It's not him, hyung's... hyung's fine."

You remember the way he struggled to find the right words; the way he sniffled and stuttered through forming such a simple sentence all the while you on the other side of the line breathe out a sigh of relief at the information of your brother's wellness, yet feeling slightly guilty that your emotions are in contrast with your friend's.

"It's Sung."

You remember Jimin's worst.

"It's Sung, y/n. Sh- she got in an accident on the way here to visit me during my off hours and- fuck! Some fucking demon pulled a hit and run on her. She was walking, y/n. She walked an hour here and got ran over by someone and.. they're doing an operation on her- hyung's assisting and he just- it's bad. It was really bad and she was bleeding all fucking over and- hyung, he- he left his phone and I didn't know what to do so I just called you- I didn't, they pushed me out of the room, y/n. I need you here. Please, please. Please come here because I'm losing my fucking mind and I need you here."

You remember driving to the hospital as careful as you can with the fear of the possibility of an accident occurring still in the midst of the back of your mind.

You remember reaching the doors of the emergency room and being greeted with a pair of reddened and exhausted eyes that looked up the moment you walked in, "Jin."

He stands up to greet you politely but you stop him, obviously seeing that his reaction upon seeing you is no more than a forced delight, "Let's not do this under these circumstances, okay? You're allowed to feel unwelcoming. It's okay, Jin."

He does no more than mumble a small 'thank you' before going back to his previous spot with you trudging along beside him.

You remember feeling the sorrow of the man beside you as you watch him lean his head back against the wall, fragile streaks of tears rolling down his flushed cheeks. You couldn't imagine his pain, the pain of such a situation where your sister's life is at stake. You wanted to comfort him, to softly rub his back and whisper sweet encouragements against his ear, little white lies that his sister is guaranteed to make it without a doubt. But you couldn't. You weren't here for him, regardless of your history. Regardless of the way you left him the morning after your supposed mistake.

"Uhm, have you seen Jimin?"

You remember the way his void eyes find yours and the way his lips lightly upturn as he gives you a forced smirk, trying to keep up with his image of being Kim Seokjin, Kim Sungkyung's handsome and cocky older brother, "And here I was thinking fate brought you here to me, y/n." He trails off, "-considering how you fucked me then dipped."

You gasp slightly and playfully hit his arm at the blunt mention of your regretted one night stand as you give him a small yet genuine smile, partly glad yet at the same time worried that he can make such remarks during a situation like this.

It was strange really, how everything in your life seemed to be connected. How on the day you felt your heart tore apart the time Jimin first mentioned his planned proposal, you went out and accidentally slept with the soon-to-be-bride's older brother.

Letting out a small sigh, Jin nods his head in the direction of a different waiting room, "He left when I came. Guess he was embarrassed of how fucked up he was but hey- I'm not doing any fucking better am I?" He tells you, subtly pointing at the very visible streaks of tears still falling down his now puffy face.

You get on your feet and turn to leave but not before giving one last glance at the man next to you, a hand softly reaching to rub his shoulder, "I'm so sorry, Jin. I wish I could stay, but-"

"It's okay, y/n. Go." Jin encourages you with a small yet noticeably forced smile, "He needs you."

And so you do, bidding him a soft goodbye before taking off, your eyes beginning to water out of the guilt of leaving a friend in that state.

You then remember being suffocated. Suffocated from the embrace that greeted you the moment Jimin entered your peripheral vision. You remember landing on your behind with a harsh thud from the struggle of Jimin's weight as he continues to seek your embrace for means of comfort, the two of you falling down the floor. You remember getting drenched from Jimin's tears as you cradle him as would a wailing child, rocking him back and forth all the while softly rubbing his back, whispering every bit of amenity that could make him feel better.

You remember feeling your heart physically ache as you fail to notice the tears that have fallen down your own eyes, blurring your sight.

To see Jimin in this state, so broken and hurt and scared, it tore you apart. You wanted him happy. You wanted him smiling. You wanted him. You loved him. And God forbid that you're admitting this in your own mind while his fiance is battling for her own life, but fuck.

You wanted nothing more than to lay down your own life for Sung so that she could continue in existence for him.

If you could, you would take here place.

You would die for her, for him.

You remember pushing back your thoughts as you put focusing on Jimin your first priority. You remember keeping him in a neverending tight embrace as he neverendingly sobs against your chest, his lips leaving prayers you could barely yet still tried to understand;

please don't let her die

don't take her away from me

i love her too much

i still have to marry her.

You then remember hearing a wail of anguish, putting a pause to both Jimin's silent pleas and your eavesdropping as the both of your heads turn to pinpoint from whom the noise came from.

You remember the way Jimin stilled.

"No."

You remember his whisper of such a small, two-lettered word, yet somehow it caused your heart to crumble.

"No no no no-"

You remember having to tackle Jimin slightly as he causes a mess of himself, punching the seats and harshly tugging on his hair all the while screaming wails of pain and suffering, "Jimin please-"

"No- get the fuck off of me! Sung?!"

You remember how Jimin lost sight of reality as he pushes you off of him, your body making in contact with the cold tiled ground.

"SUNG? SUNG! LET ME INSIDE-"

You remember seeing nurses and other staff pull the man you love back as he causes a scene, starting to become physical and violent with the people surrounding him, "PLEASE! Please- I just- I NEED TO SEE HER! SHES MY FIANCE-"

You remember seeing a man dressed in blue make his way near Jimin, a needle in his hand.

"H-hey, no!" You remember trying to catch up to the nurse, attempting to prevent them from giving whatever the shot was to Jimin, "Stop! Please-"

"y/n. D-don't."

You remember feeling a hand on your shoulder which makes you turn around instantly, only to find the culprit behind the anguished scream just moments prior Jimin's outburst.

"Jin." You start, "-they're going to sedate him. That- that's not okay."

"They have to, y/n." Another voice calls out from behind Jin, "I know how it seems and I don't like it either, b-but he's becoming violent. They have to sedate him."

"Joon." You whisper softly.

What a sick and twisted game that life is playing on you, that your brother, Jimin's best friend, Jimin's best man at the wedding being planned, is the one to give news of the bride's passing.

"Sung, is she really.." You trail off, not having the heart to finish your sentence.

It seems neither does he, as he responds with nothing but a simple avoidance of eye contact.

"HYUNG!"

You remember Jimin's faint and tired yet still firm voice as he calls out your brother, "Hyung, you saved her didn't you? You- you were part of the surgery. You saved her didn't you? Didn't you!?" Jimin is weak as he trails off his words as the effect of the syringe takes its course, but that doesn't stop him from reaching out to the three of you, "H-hyung. Tell me you saved her. P-please tell me you saved h-her."

Namjoon doesn't stop the tear that rolls down his hardened face as he only shakes his head, "I'm sorry, Jimin. We did our best. We really, really did. I'm so sorry-"

You remember the way Namjoon's voice trails off your hearing as your throat suddenly feels contracted. You remember the itching pain just within your chest as you find the struggle to breath, your hand clutching it harshly. You remember stumbling back just a little bit as you feel lightheaded, thinking that these were only from the overwhelming happenings in that moment.

But then you cough.

And you cough

and you cough

and you cough.

But no one notices you.

Not even yourself.

Your attention remains still at Jimin, who has now dropped completely to the floor, tears still continuously spilling out of his drowsy eyes. Short breaths are released from his trembling lips as he mumbles words that none of you can understand. He then begins to seemingly reach out for something, someone.

"P-please," He whispers.

And as you bend down almost immediately to attend to his calls, you cough.

And you cough

and you cough.

And still no one notices.

No one except him.

You cough as your eyes find his, barely open yet staring right at you from the lows of the floor.

You remember having to excuse yourself and run to the nearest restroom you can find, legs trembling and stumbling on your way there as you push against the winds of the almost empty halls, still coughing with every step you take. And just as you reach the doors of the restroom, you turn back slightly, just enough to catch Jimin's last sight while his body is being carried away to where you guess is a vacant patient's room, all this before his eyes ultimately close.

Eyes you found lastly staring at you.

You remember finally shutting the door and locking it, thanking God silently that you're in a family restroom hence there is no one else inside. You cough desperately, your throat beginning to feel exclusively sore and your lungs beginning to tighten from all the air being released as you cough and cough and cough again.

You reach out to the sink, gripping tightly onto the white metals as you cough and cough and cough again.

You then brushingly turn to the toilet, your eyes watering and lips numbing as you cough and you cough and you cough once more.

You practically clean the whole restroom, as disgusting as that sounds, from all the moving you made as you coughed anywhere and everywhere. You felt awful for the next person to come inside, now that your bacterium were practically in its every corner, side, and space. You cough again, this time harder, the worst one out of the previous.

You remember sensing a certain feeling rise up, something soft yet itchy, something light yet heavy.

And so you cough, and you cough, and you cough, and you cough,

and you bleed.

And amongst the red is a pink.

A single, individual pink petal from what you would soon find out is a camellia flower - the flower that is soon to be the latter symbolization of death chasing you, growing closer, inching nearer, just about to knock on your door.

So of course you remember Jimin's distraught. Of course you remember Sung's - his fiance's death.

Because her death was too, the ultimate beginning of yours.

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Cassandra x Maiden ----Anonymity Ch. 6

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It becomes a sort of evening ritual between the two of you, waking Cassandra up at sunset.

You're always cautious with your movements and how much light you allow in from the hallway as you enter her lavish bedroom, but the cold fear that used to grip at your chest is no longer there.

Measured steps take you to the edge of her bed.

Cassandra usually sleeps on her side, yet today she's on her front, firm back and creamy thigh tantalizingly on display against satin crimson sheets. Her pretty face is turned halfway into her pillow, a river of rich brown waves falling behind her ear and over one shoulder.

The sight makes you stop and stare for a moment. A strange feeling —accomplishment?— swells within your chest at the thought you know just how smooth and sensitive that skin is.

Then you shake your head at yourself. Pull it together. It's one thing to accept you're in a mutually beneficial arrangement with a killer —you remain intact, she scratches an itch, both of you share the pleasure as a means of escape or passing the time— but it is entirely another to be proud of it.

She's nothing of yours. Not your lover, certainly not your girl. That would imply you stand on equal ground which you most certainly do not. You're exactly what she calls you;

A plaything.

The question is, inside your head, what do you call her?

"My lady." you say, keeping your voice low. She doesn't stir but somehow you know she's awake.

"Either wake me up nicely or don't wake me at all." the words come semi-muffled against her pillow. "If I wanted to hear 'my lady' I'd have another maid come."

Well. She does seem to enjoy when you take some creative liberties. So you lean forward and press your lips just over her knee, then move a tad higher on her thigh, then kiss the veins visible on her hand.

Cassandra's mouth slowly pulls into a pleased smile as she turns onto her side. Her fingers then curl on the neckline of your shirt and tug you forward, into a quick little kiss that ends with a nibble on your tongue.

You always get anxious when she does that —it's probably why she does it in the first place— that you'll end up with a piece missing, but so far you haven't even been cut. And if you're honest with yourself, which you're not, but if you were... the thrill is a turn on.

Cassandra licks her lips and scoots back, patting the spot she just vacated on the queen-sized mattress. You look at her, confused. Surely she isn't suggesting...

"Come, now. I don't bite." A devilish smirk curls her mouth while she tells probably the biggest lie of the year. "Keep me company until dinner."

You climb onto her bed like it's a freaking minefield. As carefully as you lower yourself onto the crimson sheets, however, the bruises across your sides still protest. You subtly suck in air through your teeth.

Cassandra's fingers slide over to you, to the exposed part of your waist from where your shirt has risen up. There's a visible patch of purple there that she traces —the coolness of her skin is so soothing— until she presses into it. The brief flare of pain makes you gasp. She giggles.

"You make such nice expressions to pain." she says, as though tempted to draw more from you.

"I've been told my pleasured ones are better." you reply quickly.

Cassandra chuckles. "Is that so?" Her yellowish eyes are gleaming with amusement as she pushes you onto your back and straddles you.

The sight is enough to steal your breath away. The sinful black of her underwear peeks through the royal red of the sheets tangled around her waist, all a wonderful antithesis with her incredibly pale skin.

You want to touch. But then you may lose your hands, so you lock your muscles down and wait for her move.

Cassandra slowly trails a slender finger up your neck, all the way to the underside of your bottom lip. "...yeah, they're good too." she breathes, although you've almost forgotten what you were talking about.

"Can't hold a candle to yours." you whisper back. At this point, you're not really capable of rational thought.

You loathe the effect she has on you. How everything she's done can just be bypassed in your head whenever she gets like this with you.

Cassandra's mouth twists into a near coy little smile. "I'll take your word for it." she says. "There hasn't been anyone else to see them, so."

Wait. Your mind stutters to a halt. Wait. What?

According to rumor, the Dimitrescus have been around for over one hundred years. From what you've seen in the castle, probably longer. And you... you're her first?

"Cat got your tongue?" she giggles again, taking your chin between two long fingers. "I think I may like surprise on you best."

You want to ask if nobody's ever interested her before, but you're afraid to overstep. Cassandra seems to know, though and has no problems answering your unasked question;

"The first few dozen years after the mutations were... very bad. The hunger and thirst were enough to drive one mad. Didn't leave much room for anything else." she explains. "And humans in general are only attractive to me chained up and bled out."

Something inside you recoils at how casually she says it. Like she's simply commenting on the weather.

"But you... you have a little spark that I like." She smirks down at you.

"What about before?" you ask.

"Hm?"

"You said after the mutations. What about before?"

Cassandra's smile gets swallowed up by the abyss so quickly you wonder if you imagined it there. Tension builds at her temples and her eyes take on an icy quality that feels like it extinguishes all warmth in the room.

"There is no before."

You've never heard her voice like that. You hope you never will again, either.

The conversation drifts to lighter subjects, then. She asks you about the world beyond the village and you share what you remember from your childhood, until it is time to escort her to dinner.

But even as she eats and talks with her family, even when she leaves with her mother and sisters and you're left alone, to clean after bloody plates with the other maids, you can't shake off that look in her eyes when you dared ask about her life pre-mutations.

The more you linger on it... there's only one word that comes to mind as an accurate description.

Haunted.

Deep in your slumber, you hear the telltale buzzing of flies.

Something winged flutters against your cheek, but you merely stir. It prods at your jaw and you grunt. Leave me alone, you want to protest, brain muddled with sleep still.

Until.

A nip that cuts a thin line on your jaw has you springing upright in bed. "Agh!" Your hand flies to the wound, eyes wide.

A familiar form materializes out of an insect swarm, right in front of you. Cassandra grabs at your hand before you can start flailing and panicking any harder than you already are. Your lungs empty of hair in the milliseconds it takes you to realize she's not here to kill you.

Probably.

"Calm down." she says it like you're overreacting.

You try to take a deep, relaxing breath, but she leans forward in the meantime, running the tip of her tongue over the fresh cut on you. So much for oxygen. She even hums against your neck. Despite the sting, your stomach flutters.

Cassandra pulls back, licking her lip. "There. All better now?"

No. Your heart is trying to jump out of your chest. Has she never heard of knocking? For the love of everything Holy out there, it's the middle of the night.

"W-what are you doing here?" you ask.

A dramatic huff escapes her. "I'm bored."

Ah, yes, that makes a lot of sense. You spare a moment to wonder what your life has come to, then accept lack of proper rest and sit back against your pillows. Cassandra takes it as an invitation to push off her hood and plant herself next to you.

"Do you... want to go for a walk outside?" you suggest, uncertain.

Her eyes light up like a Christmas tree for a moment. Then she seems to remember something that dims the glow. "Ugh. Can't. It's way too cold tonight."

That... shouldn't be and issue for her, should it? It makes you wonder.

"Well, if I stay here I'm going to fall asleep." you sheepishly admit.

Cassandra's gaze darkens as she runs her fingertips down the taut skin of your bare middle, leaning over you like a lioness cornering her prey.

"I don't mind biting you awake if you do."

You want to say that you mind, yet her lips are on top if yours, smooth, tasting of strawberry lipbalm and that's the end of that conversation.

"But I am willing to cut you a deal." A manicured nail presses a bit at the middle of your chest. "Put that smart tongue of yours to good use and I'll let you get your sleep."

So spoiled and so demanding, you think. But then, looking at her face this close up... So beautiful.

You forget all about sleep for the next half hour or so as you focus solely on Cassandra, your bedroom filling with her quiet sighs and moans.

True to her word, she does ease back when she's satisfied and you're so tired your eyes start drooping before you've even lowered your head to your pillow.

She doesn't move to leave though... and you find that you don't mind.

When you drift off to sleep this time, your last thought is that the gentle chill of her body beside yours is almost...

Comforting.

#cassandra dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu x oc #resident evil village #fanfiction #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #am I obsessed with her?#yes I am :)#but imagine if her sadism has its roots on emotional trauma #and we'll never know because capcom scammed us on their importance to the story

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