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abbatoirablaze · 2 years

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His Sunshine, Chapter 12

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Warnings: murder, gun violence, angst, mentions of kidnapping, manipulation, mentions of rape, PTSD.

“And you’re sure?”

“Seven and a half weeks along Mr. Hansen,” the doctor nodded with a smile as he looked between Lloyd and myself, “she seems to be in good health. Your soulmate looks like she is in excellent health, actually. You said you had concerns about her being sick? With what you’ve mentioned, it sounds like simple morning sickness.”

Lloyd smiled as he looked at me. And I felt it across the bond. Our love had multiplied and was growing in my belly. I felt overwhelmed and overjoyed at the thought, and it was clear that Lloyd did too.

“Our baby,” he cooed, rushing up to me. His hand gently traced over the flat of my stomach, “our baby is inside of you, Sunshine. And it’ll be here in just a few trimesters…”

“Our baby,” I repeated, my hand falling over his. His grin only grew, and I leaned up from my spot on the bench to kiss him, “we’re going to have a baby.”

“Now, I would suggest coming in to a hospital for some more tests, Mrs. Hansen,” the doctor said quickly, “just so that we can get a full workup to make sure everything is alright. That way we could put all of your anxieties to bed and prove that her illness was just morning sickness.”

Lloyd broke away from our kiss, his smile quickly turning into a frown, “she’s not going anywhere. We’re going to our home in Croatia…where no one can hurt her.”

“Hurt her?” the doctor asked, his brows furrowing, “Mr. Hansen, no one will hurt your wife or your child. I only suggested it bec-“

“Enough,” he growled, nearly in a feral state as he pulled his gun out, pointing it at the doctor’s head, “my wife isn’t going anywhere with you. She’s coming home with me…where I know that she’s safe.”

“Lloyd,” I whispered gently, my hand reaching out to his free one. Our fingers interlaced and he kept his eye on the doctor, “Lloyd…let’s just leave.”

The doctor stood stock-still as Lloyd swallowed, urging me to go behind him. I placed myself between him and the doctor, but he only laughed. My heart raced as the doctor went from nervous to cool and collected. I gripped Lloyd’s hand a little tighter once I realized that the man was clearly working for someone, “they’ll find her you know…now that she’s pregnant, your little deal with Carmichael will be off. They’ll all start coming for her like a pack of wolves. It’ll be worse than the bounty out that’s on six.”

Lloyd’s voice was tight and angry as he spoke, his gun firmly aimed at the man’s head, “who sent you?”

“Doesn’t matter,” the doctor shrugged, “they’ll know the second that you pull that trigger, and I don’t report back…”

Lloyd angrily roared at the man, far too upset about giving in and taking me to a doctor after I’d been sick for nearly a week. He pulled the trigger, unloading the gun’s clip in to him and he quickly turned to me, “sunshine…we need to get home, baby…I need to know that you’re safe…and that’s the only place.”

I only nodded in response, following my husband out of the secret office that we’d come to, knowing that he was right.

“The package is secure,” one of the men said firmly over his comm. I frowned and he shot me a look before repeating it, “the package is secure in the nest.”

“I heave ears, you know,” I growled in reminder, “and I’m a decorated agent with more kills than you can imagine...just because Lloyd and I are hav-”

“Sorry Mrs. Hansen…it’s just a precaution,” the second man said with a tight lipped nod as he cut me off, “we don’t mean to-“

“Mrs. Hansen?” the first guy asked. You smile as he swallows his nervousness, “I thought she was the girl…the niece.”

“Well, lucky for you, I’m more forgiving than the first Mrs. Hansen,” I smirked, thinking about the angry ex-wife downstairs, “but don’t cross me…and treat me like a human being.”

“Yes ma’am.”

I smiled, “now…can someone please tell me when she goes to her quarters so that I can go for my daily walk outside without her grating presence?”

“Y-yes ma’am.”

“You said you thought I was a niece,” I commented, my gaze shifting to the man on Lloyd’s team once more, “has she arrived?”

“She has, Mrs. Hansen…”

“Take me to her.”

“Mr. Hansen said-“

“My husband just wants me and our child safe in the compound,” I reminded the first man, “now...I know that he’s left to go after six…but you don’t have to act this way with me…I can still tell him things when he comes back.”

“Things?”

“Things,” I said simply, insinuating that I would tell Lloyd that they were less than cordial to me, “so take me to the girl.”

“Who the hell are you?”

“A girl…like you…”

“Y-you have a wedding ring on your finger?” she said nervously, “a-are you married?”

I nodded thinking back to the morning in Paris when Lloyd proposed.

“Making love to my fiancé in a Parisian flat…showing her the world…I can’t wait to make you Mrs. Hansen. We’ll have a big cele-“

“Let’s get married here, Lloyd.”

His brow rose, “what?”

“We’re in the most romantic city in the world,” I reminded him, “let’s go find someone to marry us. I don’t want to spend another moment knowing I could be Mrs. Hansen. I want to be your wife, Lloyd.”

I could feel the admiration across the bond. He smiled at me, his calloused thumb grazing over my bottom lip. I gently poked my tongue out and swirled it around the digit. He gasped, shuddering as he lightly pressed his finger into my mouth.

I moaned against it, and he shuddered again, his eyes fluttering closed. I let his thumb slip from my mouth as I leaned up, pressing my own warm lips against his, “I want to be yours…completely, Lloyd.”

He nodded against my lips, and I rolled out of the bed away from him, “well come on, Lloyd…let’s go find a priest to marry us so that we’re not living in sin anymore.”

“I’d gladly commit that sin every day, pumpkin,” he growled seductively, reaching for me, “lets commit it one more time before we go?”

“Were you forced?”

My eyes snapped to hers, and I felt sad by the question. I shook my head, “L-Lloyd would never force me to do anything.”

Her eyes widened and she took a step back, “y-you’re married to him?”

I nodded, proudly showing her my mark, “he’s, my soulmate.”

“He’s evil,” she spat, pushing my arm away. But my own eyes widened when I caught sight of her mark. I reached out, and grabbed her arm, the familiarity of it seared into my brain. She tried desperately to wrench her arm out of my grip to no avail, “Let go of me!”

“L-let go of me,” I whimpered, trying to push him away. His grip only tightened on my hair, pulling me even closer to him. I cried out in pain as his hushed grunts were quieted only by the rhythmic slapping of the headboard against the wall, and his heavy balls hitting my tender southern regions. I winced as he bucked his hips even harder. My throat felt tight, and I could barely speak; the paralytic doing its job all too well. I fought with every syllable, “s-stop. P-please, stop!”

“Let me take care of you, Sunshine,” he groaned. Tears slipped down my cheeks as I stared off blankly at the wall, his mark in my peripheral. I felt his mouth nipping at my neck, creating the purple-blue bruises that would be there for days, “fuck…you feel phenomenal baby…keep sucking me back in.”

The sounds of the room started fading out and I focused not on the wall, but on his own soulmate mark, wondering how I had fucked up, believing that Six was going to help me, when all he was really doing was trying to find a way to rip my own soulmate apart.

“I said let go,” she whimpered, trying to pull away from me. I gasped, letting go of her and backed away until my own back hit the wall. She seemed to think something was wrong with me as her own scared look faded away and she began to look worried. She took a step towards me, “he-hey…are you okay?”

“Get away from me!” I called firmly, slapping at her hands. My eyes remained glued to her mark. She immediately hid it beneath the sleeve of her shirt.

“Y-you know my soulmate?”

I nodded, unable to find the words as I kept thinking back to when he’d hurt me. She bit her lip and took another step forward.

“W-why are you afraid of him?” she asked gently, “wh-why are you crying?”

I hadn’t noticed the tears that were running down my face. Not until she pointed it out. I reached up with my own sleeves and swiped at my face, trying to get rid of the evidence that I’d been crying, “my husband is going after him. He stole something from the agency…and your uncle knows it. But your soulmate…that’s not all he did. You can think that Lloyd is evil all you want, but it’s not him that’s in the wrong…his name is Court Gentry…and he’s the man that raped me…”

Chapter 13

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beelzebubs-big-booba-in-my-mouth · 2 years

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Mammon X Reader

I opened my eyes slowly, seeing a familiar face standing next to my bed. Mammon smiled at me as I sat up in bed.

"Finally! You're awake!" Mammon said, standing back up, "We've got places to be today!"

"Okay, okay." I said and got out of bed, "I'll meet you downstairs when in ready."

"Hurry up!" Mammon said as he left my room.

I showered quickly and got changed. Levi walked by my room as I closed the door.

"Where are you going dressed up all nice?" He asked.

"Oh, I'm not that dressed up, and I'm going out somewhere with Mammon." I said.

"Ah, of course." Levi said and rolled his eyes.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, forgetting that Mammon told me to hurry.

"Nothing, nothing." He said and walked away.

I shrugged my shoulders and headed to the meeting point.

"What took ya so long?" Mammon said as I descended the stairs.

"I stopped for a chat with Levi. So, where are we headed today?" I asked as I followed him out the House of Lamentation.

He smirked, "You'll see~!"

~~~

"Ooh! A restaurant?" I looked up at the fancy building.

"Yup! I got some money and thought I'd treat ya!" He smiled proudly.

I looked at Mammon, "How did you get this money? Should I be worried?"

"Eh?! Don't ya have any faith in me?!" He asked dramatically.

"Heh, okay, okay." I said and grabbed Mammon's hand, "Should we head in?"

"Y-yeah." Mammon blushed at the skin-to-skin contact.

He led me inside and we were seated at a table on the second floor, next to a window. The view was magnificent.

"Wow! This place is amazing!" I said, "What made you chose this place?"

"Asmo suggested it to me." He said with a shrug as a waiter handed us some menus, "He said I 'should take ya here if I ever got some money'."

"Well, thank you." I said and he blushed again.

"Yeah, ya should feel honoured!" He said, trying to hide his embarrassment.

We ordered our food and Mammon made sure to get a photo to make Beel jealous. We got milkshakes after and had a nice talk. Mammon was so full of himself sometimes, but it was fun. He paid for our food and we left.

"Y'know, Mammon," Mammon turned to face me, "The days still young, and unless you have any homework, I thought maybe we could go for a walk?"

"Since I haven't got homework, I guess I have to." He said with a smug look, "You'd get eaten alive if I left ya alone anyway."

"Haha, I suppose so." I said, "Where should we go then?"

"Just follow the great Mammon! He'll take ya to all the great places in the Devildom!" He said, still looking smug and dumb as ever.

Mammon took me on a little tour of the Devildom. He took photos of us at each destination, posting each one to Devilgram.

"Oh, that's a good one, send it to me." I said looking at the latest photo.

"Fine, fine. Oh, we should take another one over there." He pointed to a bench under a pink tree.

"Okay!"

We sat together on the bench, next to each other.

"Hey, move closer so I can get ya in the picture." He said and slid across the seat a bit, and leaned my head on his shoulder, making him blush.

"Close enough?"

"Y-yeah..." He said, "Okay, 3... 2..."

I looked up at Mammon and kissed his cheek as he said '1'. He took the photo then dropped his phone into his lap.

"W-w-what was that for?!" Mammon said putting a hand over his cheek.

"Hmm? What, did you not like a mere human kissing your cheek?" I teased.

"Shut up!" He said, "Why'd you do that?"

"I just felt like it." I said.

Mammon looked away from me and mumbled something.

"What was that? Speak up!" I said to him and he turned back to me.

"Do it again..." He muttered.

"Ah~? Okay!" I said and gently pecked Mammon's cheek again.

"As expected of a human, you missed." Mammon said, his whole face red by this point.

"Oh? Well, I'm so sorry." I said, "Why don't you do it then?"

"Tch, fine. Since you're so useless." He said, crossing his arms and scoffing.

I closed my eyes and faced Mammon, waiting for him. I could feel his breath as he got close to my face.

"Y'know, you should really feel honoured," he said, stalling, "I mean, you're about to have the great Mammon kiss ya, so--"

"Oh, give it a rest Mammon." I said and moved in, getting rid of those last couple centimetres.

It was warm, soft and quick. When I separated from Mammon, he had a giddy smile spread across his face.

"D'aw, What are you so happy for?" I asked.

"Shut up!" He said, looking away from me again, "Anyway, we should be heading back!"

"Aw, okay." I said and we got up. I grabbed his hand as we began walking, and he flinched, but didn't let go.

~~~

Back at the House of Lamentation, Mammon hung around in my room, as he usually does. He laid comfortably across my bed while I sat at my desk doing homework. Levi peeked into my room as he walked by and also joined us.

"So," he said, "How'd your date go?"

Mammon nearly threw his DDD across the room, and turned a nice shade of pink, "Date?!"

"It was a date right?" Levi said, "At least, that's what Asmo said."

"Hehe, it went great." I said.

"Pfft, as if I, the great Mammon, would go out on a date with a mere human!" Mammon scoffed.

"Aw, you wouldn't call that a date? Even with the k--"

"Shut up!" Mammon grabbed a book and through it at me, and I laughed, "Shut up, shut up, shut up!"

"...'Y/n and Mammon totally went on a date today and kissed, lmao'... And sent." Levi mumbled to himself, causing Mammon to tackle him in an effort to get his DDD.

"Oh, what's going on here?" Asmo said as he walked past my room.

#fanfic #obeyme #obey me #mammonobeyme #mammon #female reader #x female reader #shall we date #shall we date mammon #shall we date obey me

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tomatoland · 7 months

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Hi! I’m not sure if you will see this or even reply to this but I do want to say that I want to show a lot of appreciation for your blog and your breakdowns about TopMew so much. I saw your post about only friends being a morality drama and the idea of media literacy and it made me reflect a lot about myself as a viewer.

You spoke a lot of truths in your post. I think a lot of viewers resort to archetypes (e.g. TopMew) or comparisons (e.g. Top vs Ray) when they find characters on “different sides of the same coin” or stereotypes that they can associate characters with. But at the end of the day, these characters don’t have the same upbringing/backstories/personalities. Ngl I do admit my opinions do get swayed sometimes by other meta posts because it’s difficult to find meta posts that analyse TopMew without turning them or their actions into something rancid/evil or there’s a lack of TopMew analysis. Your analysis posts have truly been a gift.

I agree 100% that accountability is a major theme here. I’m guessing other people brought in ephemerality due to the idea that these characters are still in college, hence they are more likely to act without thinking about the consequences. But accountability is very much the bigger picture imo. I just don’t get the idea of being a “___ defender/apologist”. As a FB stan, I do like TopMew, especially Mew. But do I excuse their wrongdoings? No. I can enjoy and like them while acknowledging their misdeeds. All I need is to understand is their rationale behind it.

I also see a lot of viewers constantly trying to push ideas what they want the characters to do ___ (E.g. TopMew doing a threesome with Boeing, really?). More people need to realise this show is not made to fulfil people’s fantasies. I mean MewRay happened, which was clearly what the majority were against. I think it’s also important to keep in my mind what would make sense for these characters to do (e.g. what are their best interests, their characterisation). My only fear right now is if Jojo and his crew would try to appease the majority, given that they cut out a Top scene from EP7 based on fans’ reactions. Are they going to bring justice to these characters’ actions and consequences by the end of the series based on how accountable/responsible they are? Or is it just going to be based on what the majority wants?

I want to thank you again for speaking out about this. I love your posts, especially the ones on Top’s wounded inner child, the Madonna-Whore complex on TopMew, TopMew working on the hostel project. I also love it so much about how TopMew can be linked to “Young and Beautiful” by Lana Del Ray (I just vibe with it so much). I think we the FB fandom can agree that ForceBook has brought so much to their characters and we’re so proud of them. Thanks for reading!

You are so sweet!! 🥰 and thank you very much. foxmochi hug!

Oh! Is that what people mean by ephemerality? I honestly do not understand lol. Because life is also ephemeral? No one is guaranteed a tomorrow.

Right? Human beings are complex. And people treat TopMew as morality foils or NPCs. And in real life, no one is a side character, you know what I'm saying? No one is an actual villain except well, Boston, but I actually think his storyline is going to get justice. Boston looks like he's going to have an introspective moment in the preview and I am here for it.

Okay, I actually do know where that comes from. Mond re-tweeted this pic adding "I'd like to be friends too."

And this

While I'm down for a little jealous Mew and Boeing testing him, Top & Mew have only ever wanted to be with each other. And the confirmation that one of the deleted scenes being Top trying to move on, but not being able to, really confirms this. So I'm gutted we didn't get it.

Yes, that was a bit surreal to hear from Jojo. And it makes me uneasy.

Like the story of the series is in flux when it shouldn't be. And those theories about re-shoots 🙃 I'm just going to remember that FB would have told us if they did re-shoots. Being the spoiler kings they are and the foxmochi thai superfans definitely would have known.

Top & Mew are almost there. They just need to have honest communication and not the kinda cautious communication they had when they were courting. And I need FB to have at least one scorching hot sex scene so absolutely no one can deny that TopMew and FB have chemistry coming out of their eyeballs. And I think FB as artists would be down to do it.

Okay, you're going to get my Ray take because I have written it and I don’t want to make a separate post.

Not once in the show does Ray try to curb his drinking. It's one thing to try and then to slip, you are at least trying, but not once has Ray ever said, no I'm trying to cut back. He doesn't and has never seen it as a problem even after the accident.

Ray needs to learn that while trauma might explain why he does what he does, it is not an excuse. Ray needs to do some soul-reckoning. Some people want it be a case of "Love conquers All" and *dun dun da dun, insert hero fanfare here* Sand is going to swoop in and save Ray from himself without losing himself in return. But Sand and his presence are not enough to make Ray change. Ray must want it for himself. Read any article on how to handle addiction for loved ones and they all say this. And this is actually the hardest and most painful life lesson I've ever had to learn in my life. People have to want to change and as much as you can want it, no matter how much you beg, nothing will change unless they want for themselves.

I am actually really sad that in the preview Ray says he'll go to rehab if Sand wants him too. It's only Sand, he's thinking about? Not himself, not his friends, not his dad, or his fellow humans? It's really weak character development. He still lacks the ability to be introspective or think about others. Ray has to do some honest soul-discovery before he can be a good partner to anyone. And I'm praying that it's still coming. Please, show, please do this for Ray.

I know I'm basically preaching to the choir at this point but whatever, I want these posts to exist because sometime from now, after the show finishes airing, someone will come to Tumblr and find one of these posts. And TopMew deserve the right to context.

You are the sweetest. Yes, I love "Young and Beautiful" for them. And I agree, ForceBook have done an amazing job in OF.

And just remember whatever weird stuff is happening here, Thai fans LOVE them and don’t overanalyze TopMew.

I hope you have a wonderful day, hun and thank you for dropping by my mailbox~ You made my day 💕

#tomat answers #and this is actual my first mail #☺️#and this is grainy gif that i didnt use in my bouquet post but they’re so cute so have this too #asks

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tetsuskei · 4 months

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happy new years eve bby im so blessed 2 hav been ur friend dis yr ✧⁠\⁠(⁠>⁠o⁠<⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠✧ do u hav any plans 4 2day w/ ur favs ? me + vergilius r probably gonna stay in + make a nice dinner hehe

my beloved cia happy new year’s eve ! i’m so glad to be friends with you and know ur sweet and loving spirit ^_^ <3 staying in is always a treat ! i hope you both enjoy urselves and stay warm if it’s cold where you are ! 💗

i’m a busy bee doing bday prep for mister ace today for tomorrow ! :0 he is a human garbage disposal so i have to make sure the food is in order for him LMAO.

on another hand, me, kuroo, and tsukki are also staying in! throwing ourselves a little party and having kenma, yams, and yachi come over !

and then with kaeya i think we would hit up the tavern with our friends ! diluc and him have even been getting along more then usual today ‼️

#tysm for asking ily :3

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d-r-a-w-k-w-a-r-d · 6 months

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"My Secret Trick"

Originally written elsewhere, elsewhen.

I wrote this to a new guy who was asking me questions, and thought it might be worth repeating here. He's an aspiring audio engineer, and I've worked as one for the last mumblemumble years, but maybe some of y'all might be interested.

Philosophy of "my secret techniques" vs. sharing openly.

You'll run into a lot of people that have developed a secret trick, something they stumbled across, or discovered after hours of experimenting in the lab, or learned from a pro, or analyzing somebody else's session.

Eventually, you'll ask one of these people how they did the secret trick. Eventually, people will come to YOU and ask how you did the trick.

I find that you generally have two kinds of people in how they respond to this question: you have the people who are very secretive about their special trick, and don't want to share it. "You gotta pay your dues, kid! I worked hard for this knowledge" or "man, it's just what I do. It's MY thing." Some will even give you deliberate misinformation, leading you in the wrong path, so as to keep their secret… Their Thing.

I don't happen to be one of those people. I believe that if you have your "one magical trick," and you don't share it, you may be "the man" for a month or a year or an album. But eventually, the industry moves on. New sounds get discovered and made popular, new styles emerge, and music continues to evolve. If you're selfish and mean with your knowledge, it makes you a bitter, suspicious person, and you're generally not a nice individual to be around. Nobody wants to share with you, because you never share. It's about giving back to the community.

On the other hand, if you share what you know, you're helping somebody to get better. You're helping people you've never met to better realize the music in their hearts. Sure, you'll no longer have that One Special Trick that's yours and yours alone. So what? You've got to learn, you've got to grow. Art is going to grow anyway. But you've got to challenge yourself. Hang around people better than you rather than taking satisfaction in being the best among your small group. And how do you ensure that you're always around better people? You make them better, of course. You share your knowledge, and you make the community better. Everybody wins.

If you're always trying to take credit for every little thing, eventually people realize that you're just blowing smoke. You're in the music business; I'm sure you've met those guys who constantly talk about how they're geniuses, how they've got the whole world on lock. They're a CEO, and a producer, and an engineer, and a street team leader, and and and... Eventually, you get sick of listening to people like that. Yes, you need to be confident in your skills, but if you try to claim credit for every little thing, people notice.

If you point to the guy next to you, point to the talent, point to your assistant, eventually people will realize that that's just what you do. You bring everybody up. You're not a magical genius, you're about the music. When somebody says, "oh, man, you're great! You're the best, blah blah blah..." Nope. I just remove obstacles between artists and their vision. It's not about me, it's about the music.

And eventually, people will realize that when you do admit something cool that you did, or that you figured out a new way for something to be done, that you're someone whose opinion counts. You don't need to yell about how great you are if you're truly great.

The session is never about you. It's always about the music. And that's what gets you repeat clients. If you're a human of honor and integrity, always, people know. If you always treat people professionally, they notice. If you hit the artists you find attractive with pickup lines, or are always trying to run game on people, they notice that, too. And you better believe that if you're trying to do backdoor deals ("Yeah, man, give me a call on my cell. We don't have to work out of THIS studio") the studio owner will notice that. And so will clients. It may be inconvenient for them, that you won't save them fifty bucks an hour by recording them at your place, but they'll also know that you're not going to rip off their sounds, or play their music and claim it as your own, or leak it to get yourself a little glory. There's no substitute for integrity.

If you want your home to be safe, you could put triple locks on the doors, bars on the windows, threaten your neighbors, be a suspicious jerk, hope that you intimidate everyone into staying away. Or you could treat your neighbors with respect and humor, watch out for them and help them when you can, and make it so that people don't want to give you trouble. Not because you're a mean mofo, but because you make their lives better by being in it.

(Yes, I realize that this isn't strictly true for every situation, particularly not in a city like Atlanta. I lived on MLK, and came home to my front door crowbarred open and some dude carrying out my guitar under one arm . The smart guy has good locks and is a good person.)

So -hey- share this info if you want. Make everybody better. I'd appreciate it if you kept my name on it, but ultimately, it's in your hands.

#audio engineering #audioengineer #recording #crusty engineer

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cottlestonpie77 · 2 years

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Rando Legacy 1.5

More of Brandi's wildly inappropriate work friends.

Inappropriate Guest: So, SEX, am I right? Pretty great, huh? Have all of you lovely females been treated right in the sack lately?

I mean...different strokes for different folks, I guess.

Inappropriate Guest: Personally, I like to play classical music to get the ladies in the mood, do you know what I'm saying?

Dylan: Pretty sure I am ENTIRELY too young to be having this conversation wit you!

I'm not sure why Abner's crying. Maybe he got demoted?

Abner: Brandi's talking with one of her friends and it DOESN'T involve me burning food? *shocked Pikachu*

Stay classy, Brandi's friends!

Brandi: So now that the kids have gotten a little bit older, I wonder if maybe we should think about hav-

Abner: Yeah, that's gonna be a hard NO, dear. Do you see how we're eating macaroni for dinner because we're too poor to afford anything else?

*awkward silence*

Another repair, another day of NOT being electrocuted. Go Abner!

Calum! He actually looks kinda cute here.

And...Dylan, the heir, who looks like some sort of weird human-alien hybrid. Why are his eyes so GIANT.

Well, well, well...if it isn't Meadow Thayer! She looks super cute with these face templates!

So my bitch of a nanny said something really mean to Brandi for no reason and made her cry! You do realize SHE PAYS YOU, right, you old hag?

I'm keeping an eye on her to make sure she doesn't spit in the burgers.

Although maybe Nanny-Spit Burgers would be better than Dad's Burnt Spaghetti, at least in Dylan's opinion.

The Founder. He doesn't have weird alien bug eyes, I honestly don't know what's going on with Dylan's but oh well. It keeps the genetics interesting!

Dylan brings home a friend, I think his name is Chandler. I'm happy for Dylan to have a friend but Chandler is kind of a dick.

Chandler: Yeah, that's really nice your dad got a promotion, Dylan, but MY DAD got a bigger and better promotion. We're not poor and reduced to eating burnt spaghetti like you guys are.

Note: Brandi's friend in the back kind of looks like he could be Chandler's dad.

It's time for Calum to age up to a teen!

Mental note: Get the stand for the thinking ca

Aw, not bad! I think he gets a little better looking at each age group.

Second Mental Note: Get a default replacement for that outfit, STAT.

Abner: *minding his own business, studying*

Secret Society Member: Hello, Abner, just so you know I've broken into your house to tell you you can join our film club!

Abner: ...FUCK WHAT THE FUCK you scared the crap out of me, get out of my house!

Chandler was a dick so Dylan made a new friend, whose name escapes me at the moment but honestly it looks like it should be Jedediah or some shit.

Oh those angsty teen years.

Calum: God, DAD, why do you insist on watching Harry Potter all the time, WIZARDS ARE DUMB.

Abner: ...but I like wizards.

Calum: Wizards are dumb and YOU'RE DUMB TOO for liking them, you guys are SO MORITFYING.

Abner had gotten fat so I had him do one (1) exercise and he is suddenly fit again! Boy I sure wish this worked in real life.

The kids waking up in the morning - nothing interesting, I just kind of liked the shot for whatever reason.

#sims 2 screenshots #sims 2 pictures #sims 2 legacy #the sims 2 #sims 2 simblr #rando legacy #ts2

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black-dragon1998 · 3 years

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A new family (The feeling of betrayal part 2)

Summary: (Y/N) has moved to National City and finaly meets the family she had been looking for.

words: 2400+

autor’s note: I may have gone a little overboard with this story that is way I have descided to splits part 2 in two seperate chapters otherwise it would become to long. The next part shouldn’t be long since i’m writing it right now.

I also want to say I apsolutly love Alex Danvers and she deserves all the love

Thanks everybody for the shown support for this story and know it really makes me happy that so many people have read my fic and enjoyed it. Hope everbody likes this just as much.

Part 1

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Turns out Fury's idea of being far away from New York was a city called National City. Before stepping on the quinjet that took you away from the tower, you had never heard of it. That was most likely because the city had its own residential superhero, so The Avengers were never needed for any crisis.

The city itself was smaller than New York, and you liked that. There were no masses of people running around, and it was a city you could see yourself living in. It also had its own government organization called the DEO.

The Avengers worked more on global treats, or more accurate the avengers dealt more with HYDRA. The DEO mostly worked with cases involving aliens or local matters, and they only did global treats when needed. The local superheroes and the superfriends worked with them closely.

Supergirl, aka Kara Zor'ell Danvers, was the adoptive sister of the director of the DEO, Alex Danvers. Fury got you a report of everybody working there, but you only their names, not wanting to form any opinions about them before you even met them.

The former director was the one who helped you get a job. Apparently, he and Fury went way back. He convinced Alex Danvers to give you a shot and hire you, which you would be eternally grateful for.

The first meeting you had with everybody was different from the one you had with The Avengers. Everybody of the super friends who lived in National City was there. Plus, the director and the CEO of some companies. Supergirl was the first to greet you, and just like your brother, she zooms over to you at an inhuman speed, almost knocking you over. She met you with a genuine smile; you are taken aback by this. The Avengers weren't even this open with their own teammates.

The other team members had the same kind of openness, maybe to some lesser degree than the human puppy in front of you. There was Alex Danvers, who stood a little in front of the rest. She was wearing some tactical outfit and had her arms crossed over her chest. She really got the badass lesbian vibe around her. You weren't sure you wanted to mess with her, although Kara was obviously the alien here. You could see a small smile under the hard gaze she gave you.

"Hi, I'm Kara! Jonh has told us a lot about you. We are all so happy that you are going to join us. I can't wait to go on patrol with you." Kara continued to ramble as the rest of the team introduced themselves.

Nia was as enthusiastic as Kara was. The man standing next to her was a little eccentric. You could see a similarity in his eyes, but you couldn't remember where you had ever seen him before.

Next came Lena Luthor. From what you gathered, she wasn't much of a superhero, more somebody who assisted in the lab and alien technology. She also was the CEO of a large multi-billion company. Lena was a little more reserved in her greeting than the other two women, almost like she was afraid about what you would say and here you were feeling you should be the one scared of their reactions.

The last person was Alex Danvers, the redhead was stunning although the same as Lena, a little bit distant. She went over you with a critical eye before extending her hand. She looked like somebody that you could depend on her if you got her trust. You figured you would have to prove yourself before they would start trusting you, and you could live with that.

Apparently, you would only have to do that with Lena and Alex. Kara and Nia treated you like you had known them forever.

Nia and Kara dragged you toward the training room almost immediately after the meeting. Begging to see your powers and want to do some sparring sessions. You had to admit that it was nice training with other people who didn't want to use you as a punching bag after a bad mission.

It took almost two months for Alex and Lena to start trusting you as you expected. Ironically it happened during a life or death situation. A situation where you thought that even with your powers, you wouldn't be able to survive, even though you had greatly improved your control over them.

You and Alex were on a mission to retrieve information about what you all believed to be an abandoned CADMUS base. Hoping to find some new intel on their latest weapon.

The facility wasn't abandoned, and you and Alex ended up in a shoot out. Turned free for all on your way out. Just barely able to drag Elex behind a concrete wall to take cover.

"they have to run out of bullets eventually, right?" you joke while ducking back behind the wall, while bullets fly over your head. With the amount of firepower they had, they were about to tear through it in minutes. Alex only scowled ad you. Okay, maybe not the time for joking.

"our coms are down, so we are on our own. Any ideas on how to get out of here before we are turned into Swiss cheese." Alex asks while checking her gun, looking up at you. You had covered her body with yours to protect her from any stray bullets.

The situation was dire, and both of you needed an extreme solution. Even if you got to Kara or the DEO, they wouldn't be able to get here in time. There was no way you were letting Alex get hurt in a hell hole like this.

"Alex, I may know a way out of here, but you will have to trust me. You are going to have to do exactly as I say, and we may get out of here alive." You hoped she would trust you, and by some small miracle, she nodded and took your hand.

The moment she did, you engulfed the two of you in one of your forcefields. The moment you did, the first bullets got through the wall. Bullets come into contact with your forcefield, and you have to concentrate on keeping it up. This still didn't help to get out of this situation. You had an idea to get rid of the guns, the only problem. You had never done two things at once with your powers.

While maintaining the force field, you concentrated your energy on all the guns in the room. You didn't really think it would work, but it did by some small blessing by the gods. It did cause your energy to drain more rapidly, so you had to wrap this up fast.

All the goons around you seemed to be too freaked out about what was happening, and you didn't want to see how long you could keep this up, so you started leading Alex toward the door behind you. Luckily the gunmen are too confused to follow.

The moment you stumble through the outer doors, you can let go of Alex and make out a red and blue shape through blurry vision and somebody calling out your name before you fall face-first to the ground. Only narrowly being caught by the Kryptonian before you u lose consciousness.

You awaken two hours later in the DEO medical ward with a passing director in your room. When she notices you are awake, she pounces on you and hugs you so tight you could have sworn Kara was the one hugging you.

"what you did today was very reckless. You could have killed yourself." The redhead scolded you after your hug. Makes you chuckle.

"I could never let a pretty woman like you get hurt." The painkillers they must have given you must be strong if they loosened your tongue like this. Too high on the medication, you don't see Alex's face turn all red. With a quick thank you for saving her life, she left the room, leaving you stunned at her sudden departure.

After that mission, you and Alex get closer and go on multiple mission that strengthens that bond even more. So the inevitable happens on one particular game night with only Alex, Kara and Lena. You don't know if it is the bond you feel toward these three women or the alcohol, but you end up spilling your whole story.

You tell them about why you left your previous team even though your brother and sister are still there. You even told them what your sister and ex-girlfriend did.

Alex doesn't hesitate told let you cry on her shoulder, and even Kara and Lena jump in to cheer you up. That is the moment you knew you had found a real family. The family betrayal is also the thing you and Lena bond over. The two of you had gotten close and even helped you understand the science and encouraged you to go back to school to get a degree, saying she would be happy to pay to get a brilliant mind like yours even brighter.

Lena had always kept you at arm's length. Afraid you would turn on her like so many others had done once they learned what her brother had done. You were happy she would finally call you a friend.

After the whole crying session, Kara and Lena stepped out of the room for a bit to give you some breathing room. While Alex was holding you in your vulnerable state, at that moment, you sat her in a new light, and it scared and excited you at the same time.

It takes about three months before you are courageous enough to act on your feelings. You also had to give yourself the time to get over Natasha.

When your lips did finally touch, it was like sparks were flying. It is a feeling that, to this day, nobody has ever given you, not even Natasha, and the sense of Alex kissing you back was even better.

"I have been wanting to do that for a while." Alex confesses. Her eyes were still glossy from the kiss.

"me too. I just had to come to terms with my relationship with Natasha first, and after I did that, I had to find the courage to tell you." You mumble while looking at the ground. Instead of giving you some emotional speech, Alex lifts your head and kisses you again, making you forget your worries.

You and Alex have been going strong for the past three years, and you couldn't be happier. Being with Alex was like nothing you had ever experienced before. She was thoughtful and attentive, also a hopeless romantic. Like every relationship, it had its bumps and bruises, but the two of you had only come out stronger.

Your insecurities still plagued you some days about what happened with Natasha, Wanda, and Alex. Instead of dismissing your feelings, she was always there to support you. Something you couldn't say about Natasha. Natasha wasn't the emotional type and expected you to be the same, which was something you couldn't do.

The relationship you had with Natasha was like a raging inferno. Explosive in the good and bad moments. Hot moments of love and heated arguments. With Alex, it was completely different. With her, it felt like an eternal flame. It had moments where it simmered down to a little candlelight and moments of spontaneous combustion, but most importantly, it never extinguished and kept on burning.

Maybe even more important than that, Alex felled the same way toward you.

The rest of the team had also become your family over that time period. You even asked and even went ring shopping with you when you thought about proposing. You were also the one who helped Lena confess her love to Kara. God only knows how long they have been dancing around one another, although Lena would say the same about you. The confession was made over a small dinner consisting of Kara's favourite food, meaning any food. It was sweet at first, but you had to bleach your brain later on, and Alex had to comfort you.

If you and Alex had a honeymoon phase, then Kara and Lena had it on steroids, and both you and Alex walked in on them on multiple occasions. It still baffled you that Kara could not pick up people getting near when they were doing the nasty with all her enhanced senses.

After the fifth time picking up on Lena's sexual thoughts toward Kara, you invented a thought blocker. The device did exactly what it sounded like, and it prevented a telepath from reading or manipulating the person's mind. You had also powered it with your powers, making it completely controllable by you with a simple thought.

Eventually, it became standard gear for the superfriends. It made your life a lot easier. These days you lived for the days when you could be in your apartment with Alex in your arms watching some movies, and it was heaven on earth for you.

The apartment you lived in with Alex was one you shared with Kara and Lena. It was big enough that the four of you could live as separate couples with only a shared kitchen and living room. You had also made sure the bedrooms and bathrooms were sound proved and lead-lined. When asking Lena for this, she said it was okay because she wanted to make some modifications. Now her and Kara's bedroom and bathroom had red sunlamps on top of the regular ones. You were a little confused about why they needed it, but when you asked Alex, she only called you adorable with a little blush before exiting the room.

The four of you chose to live together because it would be safer with the constant threats to Lena's life and your work at the DEO. It also caused that nobody was alone if a mission took longer than a day, and since you had taken on a spot at the DEO labs, you could drag Lena and Alex home when they were being workaholics.

When Pietro heard of your engagement, he promised to come and visit soon but hadn't found the time jet. From what you had heard about SHIELD and The Avengers, you didn't blame him.

Pietro was the only one you still talked to from your past, and you hoped to keep it that way. Deep down, you knew it would come back to haunt you someday, one way or another.

Part 3

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tozettastone · 2 years

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Flash writing prompt: Orochimaru as a parent

For Twenty Minute Flash Fic Game.

Orochimaru exhibits a fascinating dichotomy of motivations and emotional attachments when it comes to children in his care, honestly.

CW: Featuring some of those sixty children he had in his care during his time as a jounin of Konoha, and also bad science.

Orochimaru’s project, developing a method of introducing Hashirama cells to live subjects to replicate a long-lost bloodline limit, has seen significant success in studies using smaller, less useful mammals. Almost forty per cent of the time. Well. More than a third survive, anyway. And almost a quarter of those show some efficacy with the bloodline limit.

Regrettably, the usefulness of a rat that can grow trees is highly limited, and Orochimaru finds that their reports are not reliable.

Humans were always the end goal, so he moves on to human children at this time. It’s reasonable to begin human trials. Neonates would be preferable, but his sources suffer… supply-side logistical complexities… that he cannot overcome. So his experimental animals are mostly between the ages of two and five, and they do not arrive in specially-bred batches, certified clean and disease-free like rats.

Orochimaru would like the health of the subjects to be a research ethics problem, because then he could summarily dismiss it as cute but irrelevant.

It isn’t.

He has to be able to ensure a certain degree of uniformity in order to understand the variables in his own experiments, and this does not include entire batches of children affected with obscure childhood illnesses from Marsh Country.

His second batch—twenty all up—all have the same problem. Within a fortnight they’ve developed wet weak coughs, streaming noses and reddened eyes, and a high fever. Their soft childish skins have all come up red and blotchy in a rash.

They aren’t even any quieter than the first lot, but they’re less bratty and more genuinely upset. They aren’t screaming at the bars, but they cry and whimper and softly cough their gross and rattly little coughs.

He’s been their carer for weeks now and they show no fear. Why would they? Their room might be one single open space, barred and sealed, but it’s not the worst place to be: they have child-sized seats and thick-paged picture books and soft toys, they’re fed on time, they can get water at any time. He doesn’t treat the human children any worse than he did the rats.

They all need nests, places to burrow, things to climb, comestible resources. Even him.

Orochimaru is up at all hours playing nursemaid, but even after days of high fevers and diarrhoea and crying, he finds that they are pathetic enough to tug on his heart strings. Some are asleep, but many cannot rest through their ailments. They keep the others up. There’s a lot of crying. Some simply sit and stare, exhausted.

They have such cute little faces, all red and snotty and suffering, with their rounded cheeks and large eyes.

There’s something to that, he thinks, staring at the whimpery mass as it blurs before his weary eyes. Cuteness has some kind of biochemical effect on the human brain. He’s sure of it. Someone should get on that.

Someone with more time than Orochimaru.

Tonight he is once again pacing back and forth with a toddler on his hip, trying to sooth her distressed whimpering while he tries to wrestle with the statistical outputs from the first batch of them—all deceased, of course. The necropsies aren’t promising, and he doesn’t know why, which is its own frustration. He has some thoughts. It requires more investigation, and he will not be able to investigate if half this cohort drops dead.

She sleeps, hot, clammy little face pressed into his collarbone, only while he has her in his arms.

In the end, only about a quarter of them die of the illness—which is still better than they get from treatment in Marsh Country. (But Marsh Country has medics who let children go home with indifferently-skilled carers, and they do not have regimented feeding, watering and lighting schedules or weight-dependent medication dosing.)

He isn’t sure if the rest of them will provide good results for his project anymore. But children are so hard to get—they take forever to grow, and, well, the supply-side problems—that he must risk it anyway.

The next month, he incinerates the bodies, pulls at his hair, and tells Shimura he needs more. Another batch.

How frustrating.

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crystaljins · 3 years

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Endless

Characters: Yoongi x Reader

Word count: 7.4K

Synopsis: You aren’t the chosen one. You’re not gifted with any special powers, or secret abilities. You’re just a plucky orphan who decided you’d come along for the ride.

Bringing down an empire is no biggie, right?

Yoongi x reader

Notes: I actually really don’t like this fic, in all honesty. It’s definitely one of my weaker ones, but since I put a lot of effort into writing it, I thought I’d post it anyway! I’m having a real big writer’s block and everything I write just feels.... jilted and inauthentic. IDK. I feel like I’ve lost my ability to tap into what a character feels T.T ANYWAY even if I don’t like it, maybe you will! So please try and enjoy

This is written for @thebtswritersclub March prompt, “Adventure”!

Warnings: Poss some fantasy type violence? Sparring, Yoongi is a little mean sometimes but he has RESPONSIBILITIES! Lots of conversations from very not-socially-distanced positions. Mentions of wars and evil empire

Genre: Fantasy, angst-with-a-happy-ish-ending

It’s easy to see that Yoongi is angry. From the heavy thud of his boots against the firmly packed dirt to the furious hunch of his shoulders, everything about him screams that he is livid. Even the way his travelling cloak flutters about his form is ominous, like the dark roil of storm clouds on a distant horizon.

You follow closely behind, meek and sufficiently scolded. He’s been like this for the better part of the afternoon, ever since you left the previous town behind.

“Um,” you pipe up, hoping to power through the stormy silence that hangs over you. You’re rewarded with a lethal glare- no one does cold fury quite like Min Yoongi.

Hanging your head, you sigh, continuing following at a dutiful three paces behind the furious man. You find yourself missing Jungkook, sure that he would have the ability to overcome this kind of tension, were he here. Or even Jiyeon, as much as you dislike her- perhaps the “chosen one” wouldn’t trigger such ire in her fated mentor. Really, any sort of third companion would do, if not to pacify Yoongi, then at least to keep you company. Long silences aren’t really your thing, after all.

You square your shoulders, straightening. At the next town, Jin and Hoseok await your arrival, and then you will have at least two more companions to chat to when Yoongi enters one of his “moods”.

Not that his “moods” happen very often. For a man who is almost infamously gruff and who seems to permanently have a scowl etched upon his face, his actual personality is fairly calm and unbothered. Years of journeying across the realm of Adlentur have resulted in an attitude where there is very little that can truly throw him off.

Apparently, you possess that unique ability, for the calm mask he often adorns is nowhere to be seen. Even when you’d followed him out of your hometown and demanded to accompany him a lick of ability, magical or not, to warrant your accompaniment, he hadn’t batted an eye. He had merely squinted thoughtfully at you while Seokjin and Hoseok insisted that you would merely be deadweight, before turning around and announcing that if you couldn’t keep up, you’d be left behind.

He’s doing his best to leave you behind now; you’re struggling to keep up with his rapid pace. It’s so speedy that you feel a twinge in your freshly-healed ankle. With a wince, you stumble a few steps, and the ground comes rapidly rising up to meet your face. Before it can make contact, however, a stabilising hand encircles your elbow and you’re yanked upright.

Yoongi stares at you, a delicate but angry flush creeping across the high points of his cheek bones and down his neck.

“Thanks.” You offer sheepishly, before gingerly setting your weight upon your foot once more. The healers had warned you that the fractures were severe enough that even with the extensive healing you’d likely still be a bit tender for the next few days.

“Does it hurt?” He demands, and you wince. You straighten and shake your head.

“It’s just a bit weaker than normal.” You rush to assure him. These are the first words he’s said to you since you woke up in the clinic of the village you’d been staying in. Since then, he’s sort of just stormed around in a furious silence.

The incident that had set him off had been an attack on said village. Of late, the sporadic surges of nightmarish beasts that left few survivors and decimated village populations were becoming more frequent, and this particular village was no exception. This village was lucky in that it had a protector; Yoongi is gifted with special abilities and highly trained in combat. You have no idea where he got the abilities from and why he is so skilled, but it saved your life when he first came to your village, and it didn’t take him long to begin saving lives in this village.

But Yoongi is only human (you assume), and the beasts were numerous and powerful. People can slip under the radar in times of chaos and he hadn’t noticed the small child in the path of danger.

You had, though. You had seen the oncoming danger but unlike Yoongi, you are not trained in combat. You aren’t gifted with special abilities. You’re just an orphan who witnessed what he could do. You’re nothing special.

But you couldn’t just leave the child to die.

According to the healers that Yoongi had carried your broken, bloody body to, you had gotten off easy. A broken ankle, a shredded arm and deep lacerations across your body. The healers had been skilled and Yoongi had supplied them with some of his own magic to give them the ability to heal your wounds- within just twelve hours the only remnants of your scuffle with the monster was a slightly weakened ankle and some ugly scars from some of the deeper wounds that even the healing magic couldn’t overcome.

Despite his foul mood, Yoongi’s hands are gentle as he guides you to sit on a nearby rock. He crouches before you and reaches for your ankle- his hands are warm as his thumb slides against the ball of your ankle. He’s so careful as he rotates your ankle upwards, testing the range of motion. Even in his anger, he treats you like you’re made of glass.

He hadn’t treated you like this when you first started out. He’d just kind of begrudgingly tolerated all your quirks, watched as you bulldozed your way into his little travelling party. But then, as time went on, he’d become more tentative. More careful. He’d tell you to hide when an attack came on the village so you didn’t get in the way. You’d meet a new person and his arm would come up in front of you, like he’s shielding you from a threat. It’s almost subconscious. But it’s annoying.

“It’s fine.” You say, tugging your ankle away from his grasp as sitting straighter on the rock. You feel like a haughty child when he raises weary eyes to glare at you.

“It was shattered yesterday.” He reminds you. “If we’d been in any other village, you’d probably be out of commission for months. And I would’ve left you behind because we have to save-“

He cuts off abruptly but you can fill in the blanks of what he’d say.

An ugly thought overcomes you; what if I were her? It’s poisonous and burns in your chest. Jealousy is an ugly emotion but you’ve been familiar with it a long time. Ever since Yoongi and his crew arrived at your village in search of the long-awaited “chosen one”. It’s probably a dream every orphan harbours; that they are special and unique and wanted, and the murmurs that followed Yoongi’s arrival had probably triggered a similar feeling of longing across the many orphans that take up residence in your village.

Alas, that chosen one is not you; you remember your parents very clearly. Warm, kind, loving. They succumbed to the plague that had left the orphanage you grew up in overflowing. In such a full and overwhelmed establishment, it is easy to sneak in an extra child. And that’s what Jiyeon had been. Always on the outskirts, a little special and unique. She could never quite fit in with the other kids and for some reason you’d always resented that. Not only that; the way she never even seemed to try. She possessed some unique spark, some unfathomable dignity. Alone, dirty-cheeked, unwanted even in an orphanage, and yet there was always something special in her. And it never left her even as the two of you grew up and took your leave from the orphanage.

It hadn’t taken Yoongi long to find her- apparently Seokjin had some sort of specialised divination powers and he’d known who she was the instant he’d laid eyes upon her. Agnes, the local breadmaker, had taken her on as an apprentice and you’d even been in the store when they entered, seeking her out. There’d been something mysterious and terribly exciting about them- it had felt like the opening scenes of those adventure novels Jungkook would read out to the other kids in the orphanage.

And you’d witnessed the disaster that had followed- the attack on the village, your home, by those merciless monsters, the death of people you’d known, and Jiyeon’s ensuing kidnap. Someone apparently didn’t want Jiyeon taking up the mantle of her destiny.

You’re not sure why you insisted you come along on the journey to save her- you never liked Jiyeon. You didn’t know Yoongi or Seokjin or Hoseok. And your closest friend was adamant that he’d stay behind to assist in the rebuilding effort of your village.

Maybe it was something ugly; a desire for it to have been you instead. The one with special, hidden powers and an endless exciting adventure before you. As Yoongi looks up at you, you could believe that maybe that was your motivation. Maybe you wanted to be the one he was looking for.

“I would have caught up.” You finally say, instead of sharing any of those ugly thoughts. “If you’d left me, I’d have hunted you down and followed.”

Yoongi gets abruptly to his feet, and you nearly tumble off the rock in surprise.

“You’re a fool!” He cries. Your eyes widen, but he’s lost to a tirade. Alabaster skin has flushed a furious crimson and the dark points of his eyes have hardened- they glint at you like unyielding steel. “Don’t you understand what we’re doing here? We have to rescue the chosen one or the world as we know it is over. We’re on a time limit! This isn’t some fun whacky adventure with friends- peoples’ lives are at stake! And you’re just throwing yourself around like a thoughtless child!”

You stiffen defensively.

“I’m not being thoughtless-“ you protest, anger heating your words as you spit them out, but Yoongi cuts you off.

“You are! What powers do you have? What abilities? None! I allowed you to come because I didn’t think you’d get in our way so much!” He snarls at you. You throw yourself to your feet, your eyes blazing and your heart thundering furiously in your heart. “Instead you’re throwing yourself into fights you know you can’t handle! You should have left the kid to me!”

“So I was supposed to just sit and stay where you’d left me? Like a dog?” You cry. “When people are dying around me? When a child was about to lose his life?”

“You were supposed to not get hurt!” Is what Yoongi shouts.

And then he goes abruptly silent, his mouth closing so violently that you hear his teeth click together. He cups a hand over his mouth and turns abruptly away, shoulders hunched.

The change in mood is so sudden that you feel like you have whiplash; you almost lose your balance with the about-face. Yoongi keeps his back to you for a long moment, and there’s something hurt about the way he curls himself away from you. Finally, he takes a long, shaky inhale and when he finally turns back to you, his eyes are glazed with emotions you can’t understand. It’s not fair that he gets to stare at you like that, that he gets to make you feel two feet tall.

“Why did you come?” He finally asks, levelling you with a wary look.

The air feels heavy. You and Yoongi have had a good relationship from the beginning- he’s a little protective and a little bit gruff, but on the whole he’d looked out for you and if anything, you felt closer to him than you did to Seokjin or Hoseok. So this is likely the first time the two of you have clashed like this.

It’s probably the question he should have asked when you first demanded you accompany him. He should have questioned your motives. He’d had just enough interaction with Jiyeon to work out that she was a bit of an outcast before she’d been kidnapped; he should have known that she’s not your friend. Maybe that’s why you’re so fond of Yoongi; because he hadn’t asked any of those things. He’d looked at the plucky orphan and given you a chance.

You’ve questioned your own motives many times; why are you on this journey? Why didn’t you stay in your rightful place with Jungkook back at the village? Why did you insist you help rescue Jiyeon? There are motives you can’t shake; that it was for glory. Recognition. So that you could play at being hero. So that you could catch the attention of the mysterious, handsome stranger who is currently eyeing you like you’re an unfamiliar but dangerous beast.

But you want to believe the motive in the depths of your heart is true; that are your core, you are good.

She’d met your eyes, the moment before those beasts grabbed her. She’d stared straight at you and begged you for help.

“Because people need help.” You finally say. You gaze straight at Yoongi, willing him to understand. Willing him to believe. Willing him to see the good in you that you want to believe is there.

Yoongi offers you a searching gaze; deep, dark eyes seem to pierce through to your very soul. He’s always had sharp eyes- he picks things up faster than anyone you’ve ever met and he notices things that no one else would even think to look for. It’s terrifying and exhilarating to have all the focus directed completely on you, even if it is only for a heartbeat. Like he’s disassembling you, piece by piece.

And then he turns away, shoulders stiff and posture ready like a well-trained soldier, and he begins to march off.

“You get two days of recovery. And then we start your training.” He glances over his shoulder at you. “If you’re to accompany the chosen one on her journey, then you must be able to defend yourself. Otherwise, if you continue to burden us like this, I shall chain you to your home at the village personally.”

And you can’t read his expression for the life of you, but there’s just something fond about the way the light glints off his steely eyes.

“Can’t I train her?” Seokjin complains, chewing through a mouthful of dried meat. He looks you up and down like he’s seizing up your weakness and you stick your tongue out him childishly. “I think she needs some work on her defensive skills; perhaps I can come at her with a stick and she can try and fend me off.”

“That just sounds like you want revenge for the mouse she put in your bedding this morning.” Hoseok offers helpfully.

Yoongi chews through his rations slowly and thoughtfully before levelling a glare a Seokjin.

“You can train her as soon as you best me in a fight. If you’d like, we can test that out right now and I can give (Y/N) a day off-“

“That’s fine.” Seokjin hastily cuts him off. “You know what, actually I think I need to do some meditation this morning, make sure they haven’t shifted Jiyeon’s location and that we’re still heading in the right direction.” He scurries off, not sparing a look behind him and you resist the urge to snort in laughter. Perhaps the mouse had been unnecessary, but some sort of revenge had been required after all Seokjin’s recent comments on the amount of time Yoongi had been taking to train you.

It had been months now, since Yoongi had decided you needed training; you were still a beginner by all means but Yoongi is a good teacher and with each day that passes you grow more adept. It leaves you a little sad; had he been able to mentor Jiyeon and cultivate her special abilities like he intended, perhaps the world would already be saved and the growing evil sealed permanently.

“You never did say why you decided to start learning to fight, (Y/N),” Hobi comments conversationally; though he is just as much a coward as Seokjin, he does have some sort of immunity to Yoongi’s withering glare. This leaves him undeterred by Yoongi’s subtle hints that he is unwelcome at your training sessions, for the most part.

“If she’s coming along on a dangerous journey, she needs to learn to defend herself.” Yoongi cuts in. He finishes the last of his meal, and gets to his feet. He stretches languorously, like a cat, peering at you through squinted eyes. “I’ll give you an hour and then we’ll get started. We’ll make camp here for tonight and cross the river in the morning.”

He wanders off, leaving you with Hobi. Hobi watches him go with mild curiosity.

“What happened between you two when we got separated?” Hobi wonders aloud. He tilts his head and stares at you. “Something just... seems different with you two.”

You pause to consider; true to his word, Yoongi had given you another couple of days to recover, and then he’d started his training. The two of you would spend the day hiking and in the evenings when you’d made camp for the night, he’d teach you the basics of combat. But despite his rigorous training, there was no denying that Yoongi treated you differently after that day. Not hugely different- his protectiveness hadn’t changed, and he wasn’t any less gruff than usual. He just seemed... a little warmer. Kinder, even. Except when he was training you and then he’d turn into a demon spawned from the depths of hell.

“Nothing we haven’t already told you; a village got attacked, I got injured, and Yoongi decided I should be trained in combat to stop it happening again.” You recall. Hoseok shakes his head in absolute bafflement.

“See, those all sounds like standard things for Yoongi, but then he also doesn’t seem like Yoongi. He’s so... different with you.l Hoseok admits. “I’ve known him for years now, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d say he...” he trails away, before looking at you curiously. “Ah.” He makes a little noise of understanding.

You lean forward eagerly.

“What?” You ask. Hoseok holds a thumb and forefinger to his chin thoughtfully.

“Nothing. I just want to try something. Hold still.” And that’s all the warning you get before Hoseok dives at you. Your eyes widen as you lurch back, but you are caught off guard and so Hoseok is able to pin you easily.

“Hobi!” You cry in protest, but he just grins and leans in close. You can’t help but notice how compromising the position you are in is, pinned beneath Hobi, and when he drops down low enough for his mouth to tickle your ear, you can only imagine what the pair of you look like to a third party.

“Yoongi’s the jealous type, by the way.” Is what he whispers, and that’s all he manages to tell you before a very loud throat clear interrupts him.

Hobi leans back, settling on his heals but not bothering to get off you. Yoongi stares down at him, unimpressed. His lips are pressed firmly together, but otherwise his expression is unreadable.

“Ah, Yoongs,” Hoseok says cheerfully. “I was just thinking I’d test (Y/N)’s reflexes. See how your training is going for myself.”

“Hoseok.” Yoongi says cooly. He smiles but it has no warmth in it. “Surely you’ve seen me fight enough; are you doubting my ability to train her?”

He offers a hand out to Hoseok, who accept it cheerfully. Freed from Hoseok’s grasp, you sit up, brushing dirt off your tunic and then glaring at Hoseok.

“Never.” Hoseok says warmly. He’s entirely too cheerful and smug and you don’t know why.

“What the hell, Hobi-“ you snap, but Yoongi cuts you off.

“I changed my mind, (Y/N),” he says abruptly. He pins you with shimmering dark eyes. “We’ll start our training now; Hoseok has just helpfully pointed out some shortcomings.”

“You’re welcome.” Hoseok offers, before taking his leave to find Jin.

He’s gentle as he helps you to your feet.

Everything about him is almost overly careful, as he leads you away from the camp site to a small clearing. There’s a tension to his figure that you don’t quite understand- it reminds you of the fight you’d had, where he’d turned away from you, overcome with emotion.

Yoongi takes a long, deep breath.

“Are you ok?” He finally asks, when the tension has bled from his posture. You nod cautiously, and Yoongi nods awkwardly to himself, before sighing heavily. He shoves a distressed hand through his hair, and the dishevelled look makes him look younger, somehow. Yoongi hasn’t been very forthcoming with personal details about himself, particularly his age, but normally he looks just a bit older than you. But the look he gives you now is almost boyish, like a confused child lost in the woods.

“Hoseok’s always been nosey.” He comments. “He likes to do unhelpful things because he thinks he’s helping me.” The almost frazzled way he says the words is so unlike the composed man you know; you feel like you have whiplash and you don’t even know the reason behind his sudden and unexpected fluster.

“You mean pinning me?” You wonder. Yoongi nods, agitated, before stepping close to you.

“What did he say to you?” He asks. “When he was... he was... I saw him say something. What’d he say?”

You pause to recall the cryptic words- that Yoongi is the jealous type. It’s certainly an interesting little tidbit to know; a small part of you wonders if that jealousy would ever be directed at you, but you dismiss it just as quickly. But for the life of you, you can’t think why Hobi might have brought it up in such a context, or why he even thought it appropriate to pull the stunt in the first place.

“That you’re the jealous type.” You share, wondering if Yoongi will offer any further clarity or insight into the situation or if he will keep his thoughts to himself like he often prefers to do.

Something sparks in Yoongi’s eyes, and this, at least, is an easy emotion to interpret; irritation.

“Let’s just get started.” He grumbles. He guides you through your regular warm up. You’re thankful you’d eaten earlier than the others for you’re sure you’d have a nasty cramp if you hadn’t. Yoongi is short and clipped in his delivery and it’s clear the hounding from his peers earlier has left him in a foul mood.

Finally, after a series of difficult drills that he’s been practicing with you, he allows you a brief reprieve.

“You’ve come a long way.” He observes, while you take a long drink from a waterskin. When you stare at him questioningly in response, he settles down next to you and offers something close to a smile. It’s a little terser and a little awkward, but there’s a warmth to his eyes that you’ve steadily become acquainted with despite the rarity of its appearances. “Give it another few months and you’ll be able to keep up with even Jin.”

“I probably won’t.” You remind him. “Jiyeon’s being held at the next town- you’ll probably be too preoccupied training her to have these sessions with me.”

Yoongi stiffens, just slightly, but you’ve become accustomed with the way he expresses himself throughout the journey and you know the statement throws him.

“I can manage two pupils. It might even be helpful for her to spar with someone closer to her skill level.” He finally says. You nod, getting up and stretching, bouncing from heel to heel as an indicator that you’re ready to go.

“I suppose it might.” You offer, but now your mind is preoccupied. In the next few days, the four of you will enter into the territory where Jin can sense Jiyeon is being held, and they will begin her rescue mission. Following that, Yoongi had planned to withdraw to his hometown where he can safely train her in preparation. From there, the campaign begins; they must raise up an army mighty enough to take on the Empire and remove whatever curse upon the land the Shadow Emperor has wrought. It’s a long, arduous path ahead of them, one you definitely hadn’t thought through. But with your meagre, beginner fighting skills, surely you shall be more hindrance than help, as pointed out by Yoongi all those months ago.

Yoongi picks up on your distraction when he’s able to pin you in a fairly simple maneouvre. He plants a forearm against the base of your throat and pins your legs beneath the weight of his body. His body is warm against yours and the force of the blow that sent you sprawling has you breathless. You bring up your hands, trying to dislodge his arm, but he’s stronger and surer than you and it doesn’t budge.

“Distraction can cost you your life.” He comments, and his voice is a low rumble. His breaths come deep and heavy- warm puffs of air tickle your skin and his torso heaves against yours.

“Sorry.” You mutter. The pressure against you eases as Yoongi sits back but he doesn’t shift his weight off you.

“I was distracted too.” He admits. He rolls off you and straightens, dusting off his pants before extending a hand to you. “Let’s leave it here and pick up tomorrow. It might even be our last training session without Jiyeon so I expect you to work hard.”

You take his hand and the mention of her name has something dark and ugly churning in your stomach. This whole situation has your heart sitting cold in your chest like unyielding stone. You had confessed to Yoongi that you had come along on this journey because someone needed help- what about after? What role did you have to play in all this? Yoongi had just assumed you would continue to accompany them, but is that really what you should do?

“I’m the jealous type too.” The words come out of you softly, unbidden- you almost don’t realise you’ve said them until you see the way Yoongi stiffens.

“What?” He asks, turning back to face you. His expression is about as readable as a blank page- you’re sure the Emperor’s fortress would be easier to breach.

You swallow deeply and steel yourself. You’ve already said the words- it’s time you faced these pesky feelings before you make a decision you regret.

“I’m the jealous type too.” You confess, a little louder. “I don’t want to be your second pupil. I don’t want to be someone along just so Jiyeon’s less lonely and has someone to spar with. I like training with you. I want to keep training with just you. And the thought of sharing this time with her... it makes me feel jealous.”

Yoongi is silent, staring at you in confusion. It takes him a few baffled blinks before he manages an answer.

“We don’t have enough time for two separate sessions.” Is what he offers, the words slow and almost slurred in confusion. “And Jiyeon’s training takes priority.”

It’s a slap in the face, even if Yoongi doesn’t mean it in the way you’re thinking. He doesn’t seem to understand, but you want him to. You want him to comfort you and take away the ugly feelings storming inside you.

“I’m not talking about training.” You finally say. “I’m talking about us. You and me.”

Yoongi looks like you’ve just punched him in the stomach- the look of absolute bewilderment on his normally calm face would be funny if your heart didn’t feel like it was about to plummet straight through your body into the ground below you.

“I have feelings for you.” You blurt. “And I’m scared. Because Jiyeon’s the chosen one. She has to be your priority. The world needs that. But if she’s the priority... if she’s the one that needs to be trained and cared for and raised.... where does that leave me? Less useful than a packing mule.”

Yoongi’s expression is stony, but you can see the emotion shining in his eyes. His normally composed exterior is completely shattered, and for just a brief second you catch a glimpse of fragile, vulnerable longing.

And then his expression steels and it’s like a door slamming shut.

“I don’t have time for feelings.” Is what he says. He’s brusque and his words are firm and if you hadn’t caught that glimpse of emotion, it would almost seem cruel the way he delivers them. “And if this is what you are spending your time worrying about, then I think it best you return to your village.”

And then he leaves you, alone in the clearing to clean up the mess you’ve made of your own heart.

Despite his rough dismissal, you do not go home. You’ve come too far to not at least see Jiyeon safe and rescued. What comes after is something you can worry about when it actually happens.

Seokjin and Hoseok can tell something happened, but they are awkward and unsure about how to proceed since both you and Yoongi refuse to speak of it. Instead, the two of you arrive at some sort of wordless truce; he won’t send you home and you won’t bring up your feelings again.

The four of you arrive at the town where Jin can sense Jiyeon’s presence. It’s a fairly unremarkable town, just small enough that it’s hard to enter without people noticing your presence but just large enough that they probably can’t guess at your motives. It takes a few days of reconnaissance to discover where Jiyeon may be; this town happens to house a small, undercover faction of the emperor’s top mages, and a days’ hike out of the village holds a secret dungeon.

The decision is made to leave you behind, and though normally you’d insist you accompany them, a piercing glare from Yoongi has you meekly agreeing to stay overnight in the in . Your instructions are simple; if the four of them do not return by 6am the next morning, you are to cross the country and head to the town of Sabre, Yoongi’s hometown. From there, you should find the aid necessary to rescue the chosen one, and from there it will be up to Yoongi’s friends and family to replace Yoongi’s role as mentor and teacher to the chosen one.

You’re seeing the them off under the cover of night when Yoongi finally acknowledges you.

You’re about to turn back to the inn and retire to the room that you’d hired out when he calls your name. You turn back in surprise; Jin and Hoseok watch in confusion as Yoongi walks towards you. He shoves a hand through his hair in distress before coming to a halt before you.

His expression is oddly soft as he casts his gaze over you.

“I’m sorry.” He murmurs. It’s soft enough that Jin and Hoseok can’t hear, but you hear the words as loud as day. “I’ll... I’ll see you in the morning.”

Despite everything, despite the ache in your chest, despite the overwhelming worry and concern, despite the fear, you smile at him. He looks surprised for a moment before you notice the slightest curl form at the edge of his mouth in a weak smile.

“I’ll see you in the morning.” You promise.

You do attempt to sleep that night; after all the plan is to leave straight away and flee to Sabre as soon as Jiyeon is rescued. You have a long an arduous journey ahead of you and you’re the only one who has the luxurious option of sleep. But you only manage fitful bursts, filled with nightmares. Finally, the dawn rolls around, though you do not feel rested in the slightest.

You rise with a sigh, readying your scant belongings and changing into appropriate travel gear.

And then, you wait. Waiting is agony- that’s something you learn as you settle beside the window of your small room and watch the sun peek between imposing stone buildings. The sky warms from a dull grey into a blushing pink, and then a bright blue. And all the while, you catch no glimpse of your friends. Six am comes and goes. No one had warned you how deeply terrifying your role would be. Waiting and uncertain. Are they dead? Captured? You do not know- they didn’t grant you the luxury of any information; just left you behind to deal with the mess, under the guise of “safety”.

Stiffly, you rise from your position. You do not dare check the clock. You do not want to know how long past the meet-up time it is though it must be at least a few hours. Your instructions had been to leave strictly as 6am lest people

come looking for you, but that hour has come and gone.

“You’re a liar.” You mutter to yourself as you step out into the crisp morning air. It had only been last night that he’d promised to see you again; so quickly he broke his promise.

You kick the dirt aimlessly before beginning a quick stride for the edge of town, your head down. “A coward and a liar.” You assert, though your voice is thick with unshed tears.

You’ve just stepped into the woods that surround the edge of the town when you hear the crunch of boots in dirt and the clink of armour; soldiers are out and about. Perhaps they’re searching for your friends after a successful mission and Jiyeon is safe; perhaps they’re searching for any backup to exterminate and ensure her continued imprisonment.

You’re searching for a way to conceal yourself when an arm wraps around your bicep and nearly yanks you off your feet. You stumble back into a firm, warm presence, and one hand covers your mouth while an arm snakes around your waist, stifling your cry.

You don’t hesitate to utilise the momentum of your fall. You swing your elbow around to where you estimate your attacker’s abdomen is. They release a soft “oof” and you utilise the way that their arm goes slack to swing forward in the same moment you bring the heel of your foot slamming down over theirs.

They grunt and hunch over in pain.

“It’s me!” A familiar voice hisses, releasing you so that you can whirl around and see your attacker.

“Yoongi?” You say, before remembering the approaching guards and lower your voice. “You’re here?!”

“I am.” He comments softly. “Jin sensed you hadn’t left yet and I.... came to get you.” He confesses.

A clank of armour and the distant sound of voices has the two of you freezing; now is not the time for reunion. There will be time for catch up and explanation later. For now, you are in imminent danger until the soldiers pass you by.

Yoongi secures a hand tightly around your wrist and guides you through the undergrowth in a low crouch. He moves in the opposite direction of the voices, brushing branches out of the way.

“There’s a hollow ahead; we can hide there until they pass by and then we’ll make for town. The others will be waiting for us there.” He glances at you over his shoulder.

You don’t know what passes through his expression, but you feel his grip tighten just a fraction and his pace quickens.

The hollow he speaks of is a tree- rain has washed away the soil that the tree clung to. In its place, twist, skeletal roots knot and weave to form a dark space just large enough to hide some if they scrunched themselves up very tightly. You pause to raise an eyebrow at Yoongi. He pointedly ignores your scepticism, pressing pointedly on your shoulders until you obediently crawl into the space. He is not far behind- you feel the warmth of his form as he crowds you in. You’re about to comment that you don’t feel particularly hidden when you feel the brush of his magic; the shadows around the roots thicken. It’s a spell you’ve seen before- people’s eyes seem to just slide over the places that Yoongi’s shadows conceal.

“So are you going to tell me why you’re still here and not halfway to the next town when we agreed you’d leave three hours ago?” He murmurs from where he is crouched over you. Crushed up against him like this, he is a large, foreboding presence. Were it not for the glint of warmth to his eyes, the relief at seeing you safe, you could almost be afraid of this terrifying man. If he is, indeed, a human at all.

You could do a lot of things in that moment- pour out the anxiety and worry and misery and anger you feel and watch him boil in it; instead you release the fragile shard of vulnerability you had been trying to keep a tight hold on.

“I couldn’t accept you’d died.” You confess.

Yoongi’s eyes soften, and he drops his head so that it rests against your shoulder. His hair tickles the side of your neck and you feel the heavy weight of his breath as he exhales slowly.

“I’m sorry.” He confesses. You shake your head, attempting to shift back. Some distance would be helpful to the loud racket your heart is currently making.

“It was out of your control.” You remind him. “It’s hard to be punctual when you’re fighting against an empire.”

His arms tighten- a hand lifts from the soil and fits into the curve of your waist, anchoring you against him.

“Not about that.” He confesses. “About.... about what you said earlier. About your feelings- I can’t stop thinking about it. About you. I have so much I must do and I can’t afford distractions and yet...... there is so much I want to be distracted by, (Y/N).”

He feels your surprised inhale, the way your ribs hiccup beneath his palm.

“I’m supposed to be protecting Jiyeon and yet when Jin told me you were in danger...”

He doesn’t have to finish the story. Here he is, holding you desperately against him like at any moment you may crumble. He left the chosen one vulnerable, unprotected and untrained to save you. The plucky orphan who should have never been apart of this tale in the first place.

Against your volition, you hand comes up to slide against his cheek. His eyes squeeze shut at the gesture- it reminds you of a cat, the way his eyes squint in contentment.

“I understand.” You admit. “I.... It’s not your fault.”

Those are the only words you can muster. How else can you articulate the way it has clicked in place? The burden Yoongi bears; the long, scary road ahead of him. He cannot afford to be thinking of the things he cannot have; and he cannot have you, as much as you both want it.

You know he understands what you meant; that your words have lifted a heavy burden from his heart. He did not want to hurt you; but he cannot drag you in.

You lean up, tilting your head up just slightly so that you can have a brief taste of the life you could have had; if you were born in a time of peace and prosperity. Perhaps you could have wedded. Had children together. Grow old with your hands linked together, smiling with recollections of a life well-lives. His lips are soft but firm, and the kiss is filled with sadness.

You eventually make the decision to go home. It’s not inmediatelt; you persevere for a while. You accompany them on the arduous journey back to Yoongi’s hometown. You assist with Jiyeon’s training as Yoongi intended. But eventually you come to accept the truth; this isn’t your journey to be on.

Jiyeon, who was suspicious of your presence at first given your history, is the one who protests the most, oddly enough. Perhaps you are the small piece of familiarity in a sea of chaos and fear, to her. And oddly, you are sad to say good-bye. Despite never liking her as a child, as an adult you begin to see it. The heart for others, the unwavering compassion and determination. She has the heart of a hero.

But that’s why you must return home; a hero needs a home to fight for, after all.

Yoongi’s goodbye to you is subdued. He does not voice his sadness- Jiyeon even goes so far as to scold him to his dismissiveness. But you know; you can see it shining in his eyes. If he lets go, he will break down. And you are leaving to prevent that; your goodbye will be for naught if he lets himself crumble here.

“It’s not forever.” You reassure your friends. Jin nods, tearfully, while Hoseok rests a comforting hand against his shoulder- normalky he would be the one sobbing the loudest, but he is to chaperone you home and then he will rendez-vous with the others in Yoongi’s hometown. “I’ll see you when the war ends. If any of you die, I’ll be very cross with you.”

That does it; the briefest, weakest smile from Yoongi.

And so ends this chapter of your adventure.

Epilogue:

The war lasts five years. Villages are ravaged, lives are lost and empires are brought to their knees. Joyous bells ring throughout your town when the news reaches you; the emperor has fallen.

For you, you don’t think much of it. The war had left countless children orphaned, and to the best of your ability you take as many in as you can handle. Ever since you and Jungkook took over the orphanage, funds have been tight and there have been endless mouths to feed. So the news of the war ending leaves you surprisingly underwhelmed. The end of the war will not mean food appears from nowhere or make these children un-orphaned. If anything, your job gets harder now; as people lick their wounds and the fallen empire recovers, you will have your hands full with your children.

You’re informing Jungkook of this opinion quite loudly in the tavern one evening. It’s past curfew for the children and old Bertha had offered to keep an eye on things so the two of you could have a night off.

You’re surprised when a nearby customer snickers. Casting your gaze, you notice four hooded figures seated around the door. That in itself is not suspicious, for many travellers prefer to keep their identities concealed as they pass through.

What is suspicious is the brief glimpse you catch of one of the hooded strangers, the slight tilt of a smirk that seems almost familiar.

Having noticed your attention is drawn, one of the travellers lean forward.

“Do go on.” A familiar voice sounds. You nearly drop your glass as you blink a few times. Suddenly, your heart is racing.

“Do you know these people?” Jungkook asks curiously, eyeing the group with mild interest.

You’re too stunned to reply, so the initial traveller, the one who had snickered answers for you. He tugs his hood off to reveal chestnut hair, a heart shaped mouth, bright glittering eyes.

“I sure hope she does since we came all this way to find her.” Hoseok cries enthusiastically.

You distantly hear the sound of a chair sliding across wood and then realise the source is you, leaping from your chair.

“H-hoseok?” You cry. He grins.

“The one and only!” He caws. He gets to his feet to engulf you in a monstrous bear hug.

The other travellers take the opportunity to tug their hoods free; first Jiyeon appears, beaming at you, then Seokjin.

And then Yoongi. Five years has not aged him, though you always had considered the possibility that he is immortal.

Hoseok seems to realise he’s lost your attention, for he releases you and begins interrogating Jungkook.

You’re far too preoccupied with the man before you.

“Yoongi.” You breathe.

The smile he offers you is surprisingly light and warm. Like a cat blinking contentedly in the rays of the morning sun. And despite it being nearly half a decade since you last saw him, your heart races just the same.

“You did say it wasn’t forever.” He offers you simply.

And as your eyes water and fill with tears, you offer him a weak smile.

And so begins the next chapter of your adventure.

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spikesbimbo · 3 years

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why hav u cursed me with jason silver thirst its now all i can think about aaaa just imagine him pulling you into an abandoned dressing room after a match to 'relieve some stress'

If thats the case, it would be after every game 💀

“Shut up.” he groaned, thrusting into you, not wanting to get anymore attention than he already got. Just wanting to use you like the good little girl you were. Always being there for him whenever he needed it, even sucking him off being his games, being his good luck charm.

You weren't even trying anymore, letting every noise come out of your throat, your slutty moans not being held back anymore as you did when he first dragged you into the dressing room. Subliminally wanting to get him more angry, loving how rough he got with you, how he treated you in bed like you were just some whore off the street.

“Do i have to tell you again.” he grunted, tightly wrapping his hand around your neck, cutting you off mid whine. You still trying to let it out, lost in your own world as his cock kept banging into your cervix, making you gasp out before you even had the chance to catch your breath.

You finally listened, not that you had a choice, finally going back to being his good girl again. His thrusts getting faster every time, not caring about your wellbeing at all. His other hand wandering all over your body, making its way under the scrunched up skirt you were wearing, grabbing your ass, fitting most of it into his big hands.

“Please jay-ahh” you choked out, being so close, waiting to feel as good as him. Moving your greedy little hands onto him, grabbing onto his arms wanting to feel him. He accepted it, knowing you liked to feel closer to him when you came. Your nails leaving imprints onto his skin, crescents being stamped there.

“Fuck” he groaned again, him being close too, nudging himself even farther in you. You clenching around him, causing both of you to release at the same time, making a mess all over each other. He wasn't going to pull out anytime soon, as usual. Just wanting to admire the mess he made out of his human stress ball. < 3

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tipsylorie · 3 years

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Dream Project Pt. 3 {title in progress}

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

A/N: Hola everyone, here is part 3 but not yet proof-read. I hope you will like it nevertheless...

Word Count: 2.7K

THE NEXT DAY

Liviana drove herself to office due to the driver’s message early in the morning that says he will be late because of an emergency. Upon arriving the buildings parking lot, instead of her driver, it was her assistant who was waiting with a worried look.

“Why the long face baby boy?” This is the thought that has been running through Liv’s mind when she saw her assistant, and this made her laugh. It took a while for her to compose herself so with a long face, she just remarks as she exits the car, “Why the sad face Jer?”

“Why are you laughing though?” Jayceon asked with a growing grin, but Liv just dismissed it by saying ‘nothing’. So he continues to inform his boss, “It turns out that your driver for today had to rush her wife to hospital earlier so there won’t be anyone to drive you.”

“This won’t do, I have to get these cakes delivered and to check the situation in Paradigmia.” Liv said with worry written all over her face but then she suddenly smiles, “You do have a license, right?” She asked the young man who responses with a nod. “Then you’ll drive. I just have to get some materials in my office.”

Jayceon sees Liviana walking towards the car and anxious on how his driving should be. Because the only one who he was able to drive are his friends. Heck, his parents don’t even know that he can since he has always been provided with a driver and an assistant. It didn’t help either when Liv chose to seat beside him after she arranged the materials and cakes at the back seat. “Why are you sitting here instead of over there?” Jayceon nervously asked as he points to the back seat diagonal to the driver’s seat as where bosses should sit according to some according to etiquette.

“Well, I am not really used to passenger seat being vacant. Don’t worry Jer, this is perfectly normal and please just treat me more as your friend instead of your boss. It will be more comfortable that way.” Liv informed her assistant.

Jayceon smiles as he was happy hearing how humble his business partner is, so he proceeded saying, “Ok then Liv, buckle up and enjoy the ride!”

It was an internal chaos in Jayceons mind since he doesn’t really want to go to his habit of over speeding and to scare Liviana however his childhood acting lessons had paid off since he was able to act composed and relaxed while he’s driving his temporary boss. Okay, so if you’re wondering about Jayce’s early life, his mother well like all Asian mothers are, enrolled him in all extracurricular activities she could come across. Therefore, ever since in the age of 4 he had already experienced EVERYTHING, from sports to performing arts.

Upon arriving to the Academy’s main branch, Liv immediately went to her friend Anne’s office. “Annie! Been so long, I made you some cupcakes!” She enthusiastically greeted her friend.

Anne was a little bit puzzled by the sudden visit, “What’s up? Why the cupcakes?” She asked. However, Liv just gave her a questioning look as a response and it only dawned on her that it was their friend’s birthday. So, the look at her face was so funny as if she experienced horror while saying, “OH MY GOSH! How could I forget?”

“Don’t worry Anne. Just message her later or maybe give her a visit after your working hours. It’s just a 30-minute ride so… It’s up to you.”

“Well, if it is up to me, I will just take a half day off and go to her but yeah cannot do that because my boss would be mad.”

“Ha, I know what you’re trying to do, well just so y’know as your boss I would totally not mind however I know how keen you are with your work so I reckon that you will finish today’s job and just go to her later after working hours.” Liv said the last words with a tap on Anne’s shoulder then left her office.

As they left, Anne just snickered on how her long-time friend never failed to read her like an open book.

On their way to Paradigmia, they stopped at a gas station since Jayceon found the need to pee. So Liviana just waited in the car. Jayce always has the impulse to buy something since he finds this satisfying. When he was about to pay, only then he realised that he left his wallet in the car’s compartment that is in between the driver’s seat and passenger seat. So, he hurriedly opened Liv’s door side in a rush, and tried to open the compartment and reached it and however this fell on the backside and without thinking Jayce climbed on top of Liv and once he reached his wallet he exclaimed, “Yes! Finally got it!”

This woke Liv up and her eyes widened in surprise. Jayceon just froze and stared to her eyes, and he had the urge to gulp just to somehow slow the rapid beating of his heart. To snap him back to reality, Liv asked, “What are you doing?” in a concerned voice and was trying hard not to jump to conclusion since as far as she knows, the guy in front of her was gay.

Jayce or in Liv’s perspective, Jer stepped back to not cause any alarm and calmly said, “I was just trying to reach for my wallet,” showed the wallet in his hand, “because I have items waiting in the counter of that 7-Eleven.” He pointed to the convenience store in the side of the car.

“Oh okay, but you know you could’ve used the other door, right?” Liv asked genuinely.

“I didn’t think of that earlier since I was in a rush. I am so sorry about that.” Jayce apologised. “I promise it won’t happened ever again!” He subconsciously emphasised as his eyes asked for forgiveness.

In Liv’s perspective, she cannot stay mad to this adorable guy in front of her. “Fine, just never ever do that again to me or to anyone ever again.” She informed her employee.

“Pinky swear! Brb just gonna pay for those food! Thank you, Liv!”

As Jayce ran back to the convenience store, Liv thought it was really odd for Jer to stare at her like that. However, she just dismisses this immediately and went back to her nap since she knows it will be a long day in Paradigmia.

“Hey,” Jayce said as he tapped Liv’s shoulder when he sat at the driver’s seat. “You want some peanuts? It’ll help to lessen your sleeping.”

Liv slowly opened her eyes and looked at the bag of peanut he was holding, “Yes, that would be great.”

As Jayce prepped himself to drive, he asked a last question, “What did you do last night that made you this tired today?”

“Well obviously the cake made me use all my remaining energy last night. I don’t know maybe I had a tiring dream.”

“You also believe that? Despite not remembering the dream?” He asked and she just nodded with a faint smile as a response. “So glad that I am not the only one.”

After few more minutes they finally arrived to the apartment of Julie. Liv asked Jayceon to grab the balloons she prepared at the backseat. “You had balloons? Why haven’t I seen it?” He asked in amusement. “Well, maybe I unintentionally intentionally hid it?” This just made the pair chuckle as the guy grabbed the balloons, the lady handled the cakes.

“After centuries you’re finally here!” Liv’s best friend, Julie exclaimed as she hugged her while holding the cakes.

“Careful! My masterpiece!” Liv yelled.

“Sorry but that will not even last a day in this household.” Julie rebuked. This resulted to the three of them laughing.

“Did Anne tell you she’ll be here later?” Liv asked her good friend.

“Yeah, she felt so guilty of almost forgetting and thanked God when you thought of leaving some of your wonderful cupcakes in her office and she has time to prepare.” Julie nonchalantly informed Liv.

“So, what do you prefer, stay here while we wait for her or let’s head now to the hotel I already booked for tonight?” Liv asked.

Julie replied after some thinking, “Well, I think my family will still visit here shortly to give cakes and such, so maybe wait for Anne in here.”

With Julie’s response, Liv faced her assistant and informed him, “So, if you want to take a rest you can go to the hotel first. I am sending you know the voucher for your room, and by just showing this to the reception, I think you’ll be assisted to your room immediately. Just leave the car and keys since we really do not plan to get wasted so I’ll just drive us there and I’ll just let you know once we arrived there. Is that okay?”

As Liviana is explaining her proposition, Jayceon cannot help but take notice on how she always has the tendency to worry about everyone around her ergo, planning everything tediously beforehand. He admires this but at the same time feel sorry for her since she has the kind of person who loves to smile despite the truth that deep inside, she is already drowning. He can see this because she tries so hard every single time as if it is always her life on the line. He wishes that somehow he can help her to loosen up a bit and be true of what she truly feels. (A/N: Jayceon has taken a lot of Psychology modules in undergrad as a hobby that made him enjoy analysing human behaviour and Liviana has been one of the most interesting person he has met.) So after listening to Liv, he answered, “Yep, sure thing! That all sound great! So I guess, see you tomorrow?”

“Yes, Jer see ya! Thank you for the help. Ooh I almost forgot, I also set aside these cupcakes for you.” Liviana said as she gave the 3 pieces cupcakes in a sealed tray.

“Thank you Liv! Really appreciate it! Bye!” He remarked as he waved goodbye then got inside the taxi they messaged.

~Jayceon in the hotel~

Jayceon went to the counter which the receptionist immediately recognised him as his family being the co-owner of the hotel. In which he was greeted immediately with a bow and for the employee to immediately ring for the Executive Manager. Jayce then quickly tried to explain his stuation in the most discreet way possible. Telling him to stop his manager from coming because most probably him having prior commitments with his work. He just asked for the receptionist to give him the room stated in the voucher and instead to have Liviana Voss in the most expensive room available during her stay and charge her with only the amount the room she booked. So just like that, Jayce had his staff to put Liv in the Premium Suite Penthouse which is technically a room with rooms and a second floor that has a direct access to the rooftop.

Jayce was pretty proud with what he did especially on how smart he think it was. To have Liviana be one of the lucky winners in an online booking event that never existed. After feeling content, he took a nap to make sure he will not miss any updates from his “boss”. But didn’t miss the beat to take a taste of the cupcake after dinner. He can surely tell that it was made with love.

~Meanwhile in Julie’s Household~

“So, who was that guy? He looks so good! Do you have a thing with him?” Julie prompted with the question she has been holding until that guy left.

Liv answered with a grin, “I knew it! I can already sense your questions like once we both entered your house. And the answers would be: first us my assistant; second, yep he is but not interested with girls; and finally, I think no?”

“Omg, you do have! Spill!” Julie enthusiastically ordered.

“But it is your birthday! Why talk about me? We need to focus on you getting older!” Liv claimed.

Julie tried to explain, “Still, I am the birthday girl, so you need to let me use my power card for today of you to just share about this matter, please?”

“Fine! I love you so much that is why I am letting you use the card.” Liv gave in.

Julie was delighted with this by saying, “YAYYYY! BEST BDAY because of the BEST TEA!” But then suddenly interrupted with her family entering the house with their spare key. This made Liviana laugh so much that Julie’s family can see her almost rolling off the ground literally but thankfully she was able to stop herself. Julie’s family only stayed for like 2 hours since they also have some stuff already planned.

Once they left, Liv and Julie cleaned a little bit and wash the little number of dishes. Just right after they finished, Anne already arrived, and this made Julie happier since Liv can share the tea to the both of them at the same time. Liv’s narration went like this:

“Well, I was taking a nap since I was really exhausted with the baking and decorating so I really do hope you guys will love and like it. So, while napping I can feel that something is different, and I can see him staring at me adoringly? I guess, it was really weird because I felt something. It also feels like an eternity and still his position being on top of me didn’t change and remind you that the seat was declined so it was really awkward and I can also see his change in demeanour of somewhat being manly like more than so he normally is and he also gulped that really sent shivers to my spine. Just overall – WEIRD.”

Julie and Anne just looked at each other because they have the same idea. So Julie slowly proposed their idea, “Liviana, don’t you think it is time to consider that he is not gay? As we both can already sense with the vibes whenever the two of you are in a room, you guys act like high schoolers interacting with their first love like that is literally the aura the two of accentuates.”

Anne added, “Also this is nothing like the chemistry thingy back when we tried to ship you with someone in junior high instead this thingy right now is something that everyone can call sincere and genuine.”

Liv was really quiet with the insights her friends are telling her but all she managed to reply is a joke, “Okay guys, you two could really write a million-seller fiction right now.”

Anne just retorted as she and Julie are already used to their friend always being in denial which is the total hundred percent reason why she still never had any boyfriend, “Whatever Liv, just don’t tell us we didn’t inform you. I know that you know that there is a possibility with what Julie and I are saying. So please, don’t resist it anymore because you also need to find a partner too at some point.”

“Wow, our youngest just scolded me. Yes Ms. Annie, will do. So can we now finally celebrate Julie’s birthday?” Liv asked warily.

“YAYY!” The two girls exclaimed, and Julie shouted, “Movies and cupcakes!”

“Speaking of cupcakes, where did you put the cupcakes, I gave you Anne?” Liv asked.

Anne replied, “I have the half of them in my house and left some to my mother’s because you know how much she loves your cooking and baking!”

Liv responded, “Yes of course, I am glad she still does.” She asked, “Julie, what movie do you want?”

“Ugh please, let’s not do that, we will spend like an hour just looking for a movie, guys just pick a number up to 10.”

“Three!” Liv exclaimed.

“Five!” Anne yelled.

“Okay the Liv, just choose the eighth one while pressing the arrow down keys in the remote control.”

“We got, Force of Nature, a 2020 film. Is that okay?” Liv asked as she manages the TV.

“Yup!” Julie replied while she takes the cupcakes to a plate and placed the cake in her refrigerator.

“Sounds great!” Anne responded as she handled the flavoured drinks. They all agreed to get drunk once they arrived at the hotel.

After the movie, the cupcakes also ended. So they cleaned up and prepared their things for the second party in the hotel.

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