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fieldfullofbangtan · 5 years

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Idols Dream: Chapter Eleven

☁️ au: idol!au

☁️ chapter word count: 2.3k

☁️ chapter summary: Kris’ MV drops, it’s your big break and omg a giant teddy.

The music video shoot was honestly the most fun and exhausting thing I’ve ever done. Kris and I goofed around on set like two idiots but in the end after 2 weeks of constant shooting we were absolutely dead.

“That’s a wrap guys! Good job everybody and thanks for all the hard word. If everything goes as planned the video will be up the day after deadline!” The director yelled out as everybody started to get ready to leave, giving eachother praise for all the work.

Me and Kris stayed on the set and we both breathed out like a weight had been lifted off our shoulder. When we started filming the MV everything was going as planned and the date of it dropping was released. Not only was the release day made public but they also posted a few teasers on Kris’ social media platforms. Since it was his first release in a while the news spread like wildfire and now everybody is anticipating it.

Unfortunatly thanks to some clumsy folks on set the shoot took longer than expected and we were all on edge because of the possibility of it not being finished on time. We worked 18 hours straight a few days just to make up for the lost time. So when we heard the director tell us we would most likely make it before deadline, it felt like a choir of angels appeared before me.

“We did it!” Kris finally said after processing the good news, he held his hand up waiting for a high five.

“I’ve never been so stressed about a deadline before” I breath out and dramatically use one hand to lift the other to give him a high five.

“Oh trust me, there will be plently of deadlines just like this one in your future”

He probably said it to warn me or prepare be but all I feel is exitement. I’ve never been so happy while ‘working’ before. Even if the hours were long and tiring I always looked forward to being on set or in the studio. I never really believed the ‘Choose a job you love and you’ll never have to work a day in your life”, but damn it’s true.

“So what now?” I ask Kris after we’d changed into the clothes we came in and started to leave the building.

“Deadline is in...” Kris checks his phone, “like 48 hours. I say we sleep until then.”

I re-count the time since it sounds so short. I look at my phone as well. Wednesday 22:25. The video is suppose to be edited and reviewed, then posted on Friday at midnight.

“49 hours and 35 minutes actually.” I smirk at Kris and he rolls his eyes but can’t help smiling.

“Smart-ass”

Kris gives me a ride home and it almost feels weird to say goodbye since we’ve been wokring together for more than two weeks at this point.

“We can take tomorrow off and just recuperate, but how about we meet back at the studio on Friday? We could watch the release together” Kris is tired as hell but still manages to show some exitement.

The video will be previewed before it releases but only by the CEO’s and editors. I’m not allowed to see it. I’m not exactly sure why but I’m guessing it’s to minimize the risk of it being leaked.

“Sounds good”

He gives me a thumbs up and I start to enter the building. I hear him drive away much slower than usual, probably because he’s as exhausted as I am. Walking into my apartment a new wave of exhaustion hits me and I zombie-walk to my bedroom, collapse on the bed and fall asleep.

The time flies by, probably because I spent most of it in bed sleeping or on my couch watching netflix and eating. Jackson couldn’t come over since he was still trying to handle the situation with his ex, poor dude has been stressing over that for weeks now. During my free day I finally had the time to call my family and Jess, I told them all about the release, the shoots, my sister interrogated me about Kris and it was just wonderful to finally talk to them again.

Friday crept up on me, I again slept through most of the day but at 16:00 I went to the studio to meet Louis and Kris. Exiting the elevator I’m met with the familiar sight of the cute receptionist.

“Good afternoon Ms (Y/L/N)” He smiled. “Are you exited for tonight?”

I hadn’t processed it yet since I’ve been way too tired to even think these past two days.

“God I don’t even know... I don’t think I really get it yet” I chuckle and continue to the studio.

I’ve been here so much there’s no longer a need to knock before entering. Louis and Kris jump out of their seats to greet me and look kinda like two happy children seeing santa on christmas.

“Guys what’s going on?” I laugh, Kris is rushing me to the couch while Louis hands me a full bottle of champange.

Louis looks at me like I just disrespected him and his entire ancestry. “What do you mean? It’s you first release ever! Aren’t you exited?”

I shrug, it’s like my mind isn’t getting it. As if the past weeks of work we’re so exhausting my brain has just shut off all emotion.

“Huh, not the reaction I was expecting. I could barely sit still when I first debuted with EXO...” Kris looks at me confused as he sits down beside me on the couch.

“Don’t worry” Louis sits down on as well. “It’ll hit her” He nods and smiles at me.

We just sit back and chill. When dinnertime came Kris and Louis start arguing about what to eat and I had to play referee and pick. They truly behaved like two kids and I can’t lie, it’s entertaining.

Midnight crept up on us. Kris’ phone started to buzz, alerting him that we were 5 minutes away from the MV dropping and I could feel my heart start to beat faster. Jess started to spamm me with texts about her refreshing the Youtube page and the situation finally started to sink in. This is actually happening. A little over a month ago I was nobody, and now I’m in an MV with Kris Wu. The worlds going to see this. This is my big break.

“Ready?” Kris turned on a projector that displayed Kris Wu VEVO onto a projector screen. As he pressed refresh for the forth or fifth time the video showed up.

Just seeing my face on the thumbnail sent a shiver down my spine. What shocked me more was the title. “ft. questionmark? But I’m not in the song?”.

“It’s just to signal that you’re someone important, and not some random model for a music video.”

I nod, I guess that makes sense. Usually people don’t really focus on anyone else than the artist.

“Not that anybody is gonna think your some random person after our run in with the paparazzis that one time” Kris chuckled, “But anyways, you ready?”

“I guess...” I pretty much whisper as I grab onto Louis’ arm as a way to make myself feel more stable.

Kris clicked and the video started to play. For the first 30 seconds Kris was the only person on screen. Louis and Kris started talking about something related to the MV but I couldn’t stop focusing on the video. Any second now... I’ll be on screen any second no-

There I was, sitting on a couch in the purple-neon lit room. The emotions I was clearly lacking a few hours ago came all at once and I felt so overwhelmed I just burst out in tears.

“Damn y’all look so good” Louis hypes us up only to realize I’m beside him sobbing like a baby.

“Hey... hey what’s wrong?”

Louis’ audible concern makes Kris turn toward me and notice my state as well. He paused the video.

“Do you not like it?”

I was too embarrassed to lift my head and too overwhelmed to say anything. I just shook my head.

“What’s wrong then?” Kris continued.

I took some slow deep breaths, trying to calm my sobbing down as they patiently waited for me to collect myself. After one last breath I finally said “I’m just... so happy”.

The boys both visibly calmed down. I dried my tears with my sleeves but they just kept pouring down.

“I’m sorry I don’t know how to stop it” I manage to laugh through my sobs.

“Now that’s the reaction I remember having” Louis pats my back. “This is totally normal, you just gotta let it out. After a while you’ll be dyhydrated”

Louis says it jokingly but a part of my thinks that’s my only option. After getting my O-K to keep watching the video Kris turned it on again. It was surreal and so rewarding to see something we worked so hard on become this complete thing.

Jess called me as soon as the video was over.

“Oh my fucking god dude” I heard as soon as I picked the phone up.

I couldn’t help laughing because I could see her shocked face in my head.

“What do you think?”

“That was...”

There was a moment of silence and due to the boys curious looks I turned on speaker.

“FUCKIN’ AWESOME” Jess yelled and we all shared some amused and proud looks. “But why does it say feat. questionmark?”

“We’re trying to keep (Y/N)’s identity a mystery for a little longer” Kris said, “Get people talking”

“Well it’s working, are ya’ll seeing the comments?”

Kris pulled up the comment section beneath the video.

The video had only been up for a few minutes but the comments we’re flooding in. To my disbelief the majority of the question we’re about me. People were speculating whether the “?” was my artist name or if it was a man hunt. They very quickly figuered out that ‘the girl in the MV is the same one from Kris’ paparazzi incident’.

“This’ll be fun” Louis smirked as we kept on reading very frustrated commenters, all trying to figure out my identity. “We won’t make them wait for too long tho. Just a few days”

“What?”

“Oh right we haven’t told you yet!” Louis and Kris share suspiciously smug looks. “You’re releasing your first singel this week.”

“What?!”

“You are relea-”

“No no I heard you I’m just-... What?”

Kris chuckled at my confusion, “We talked about it and we think you should release your first singel by the end of this week, then when the hype is at its biggest you drop another one, and then the full album.”

“Wait you guys are serious? But we’re not even close to finishing!”

“We’ve already worked that out. We’ll do it in stages, so we finish the first singel this weekend, and we’ll just drop the rest when its done! I promise it won’t take too long.”

That’s true. I picked 14 samples and we already have 12 base songs, I’ve written lyrics to 10 of them and all we have to do is finish the last bits and perfect everything. If it goes smoothly we’ll be finished within a few weeks.

“Ok I’m in.” I say after enough thought.

Louis claps his hands together, satisfied with my answer and starts to shoo me out of the studio. “Well then you better go home and sleep cause if we plan on being done we have a long day tomorrow!”

I follow their orders and go home. I’m in deperate need of sleep after my emotional explosion from before. Usually Kris and I leave the studio at the same time so he gives me a ride home. Tonight however Kris needed to stay with Louis to sort out some promotional stuff so I had to walk home. Not complaining though, the July weather in Shanghai is best at night, so a 20 minute walk is actually really calming.

Arriving back at my apartment I was again met with my apartment door being unlocked. I’ve been forgetting to lock it a lot these past few days, unsafe I know, but a lot has been going on and my brain just can’t seem to catch up.

I pray to whoever is listening that I haven’t been robbed and open the door. It’s dark and everything looks normal, I slap my wall a few times and manage to turn on the lights.

“What the-”

As I enter my bedroom, the biggest teddybear I’ve ever witnessed in real life is just sitting there, on my bed. Walking closer I find a bottle of champange in it’s lap with a little note hanging off it.

‘Hey,

Sorry I couldn’t be there for your big break. Hope the bear makes up for it.

Jackson’

Can’t lie I was pretty salty about him not being here tonight, but the giant bear did make it suck a little less. He went to Hong Kong earlier today to visit family, lucky bastard. Since Jackson, Kris and Louis are the only people I hang out with we’ve managed to get pretty close, I just wanted to share this moment with them.

I let it go and accept the bear as an apology. There will hopefully be more moments like this so why dwell. To my disappointment the bear took up way too much of my bed and I had to move it so that I could sleep. Sorry Teddy, maybe next time.

I reach for my noisy phone on my nightstand but fail miserably as I roll off the bed. Thank god for me moving that bear because it caught me and spared me from a pretty hard fall. I let my eyes adjust to the annoyingly bright daylight shining though my windows and finally look at my phone to see what the ruckus was about.

“Ooooh shit.”

My instagram notifications we’re blowing up, I was getting maybe 10 follow requests a second. My username isn’t even my name, and my profil picture is a meme, how in the actual hell did they find me?

Louis called a second later.

“(Y/N)? We have a problem.”

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xathia-89 · 5 years

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A Clash in a Faraway Town

Mitsuhide was enjoying himself far too much for my liking. We were on the way to a small town near Echigo where there had been reports of Kennyo and his men staying, but we were posing as a married couple to avoid the suspicion of sending Akechi anywhere by himself. He did stick out like a sore thumb with the air of a kitsune around him, but then again, he never returned from any of his trips empty-handed either. So how he did it, I would never know or understand. I was sat in his arms on top of the horse with our things bundled onto the saddle.

I was wearing a heavy and almost permanent blush on my face. Mitsuhide was using me as his entertainment on the long trip, whispering into my ear about the sort of things married couples do, and teasing me with the lightest of touches. It was all a reminder that I hadn’t been intimate with anyone since long before my arrival in the Sengoku era, and I was finding it impossible to ignore the alluring tone that the kitsune was able to play like a sweet melody to me. I was fidgeting in the saddle, squeezing my thighs together, and nothing got past the sharp gaze of Akechi.

“A little frustrated?” He murmured, his teeth grazing my lobe and his hot breath on my skin sending shivers down my spine.

“We can’t be much further away,” I snapped, eager to get some space between me and the man.

“Luckily for you, we aren’t, kitten,” the last word was practically a tantalising gasp of anticipation. I was starting to think that walking there would be a much better idea. “And I won’t let you get off the horse until we’ve arrived.”

“Get out of my head,” I grumbled, turning my head out of his range.

I leapt off the horse the second his arms weren’t around me anymore. I gave a tight smile to the man in the stables who was handed a small pouch of coins, presumably to deny all knowledge of us and look after the horse. Then my hopes were all dashed as we were shown to a room with a double futon it in.

“We are married,” Mitsuhide chuckled at my fallen face as we unpacked our things. “Don’t worry, Hideyoshi made me promise on Lord Nobunaga that I wouldn’t do anything improper, so you’re safe from my night time advances,” he smirked.

“Do I at least have something to spend at the teahouse and in the market?” I sighed. “I didn’t get a chance to pack anything beyond my clothes and necessities with the five-minute warning I had.”

Mitsuhide was stunned as I turned to look at him with raised eyebrows. “Yes, I was given your babysitting money,” he added, handing me a pouch of coins.

“I’m going to change behind the screen, peek, and I tell Hideyoshi about everything,” I threatened, picking up my night clothes.

Mitsuhide was a surprisingly good actor I found as we perused the market. I was looking at the things on sale, whilst Mitsuhide was listening for information to buy. His hand was respectable, around my waist telling other men that I wasn’t available. I picked up some of the local produce, and I was made to jump when Mitsuhide handed the money for it straight over to the stall holder, and then sensually fed me just to make me blush it seemed.

“I will tell Hideyoshi if you don’t stop it,” I scolded him, careful to keep my voice down as we walked to the teahouse. I knew that he needed to disappear and have a scout about, and I was more than ready for a chance to cool down.

Once my tea and sweet rolls had arrived, Akechi slipped off, making a comment about preparing for tonight. It sounded romantic and mysterious to those around us, and the only reason for a man to leave his young wife alone.

I nearly dropped my cup when Sasuke appeared with a sheepish introduction.

“What are you doing here?” I asked in shock.

“Probably the same reason you and Mitsuhide are here,” he admitted. “Though it’s more that you are his cover,” he added with a shrug.

“Sounds like those rumours are coming from the same source then,” I replied, pouring myself out a top-up of the brewed tea.

“Lord Kenshin has been asking about you,” the ninja gave a glimmer of a smirk, as I paused and blushed whilst remembering our last meeting. “I don’t think he wants to admit you’re an Oda princess yet.”

“Well, I wasn’t keen on coming to terms with him being an enemy warlord,” I stammered. “But that didn’t seem to stop either of us when we found out,” I added on with a slight smile.

“I’m still working on stopping his plan of riding over in the middle of a battle and kidnapping you from the Oda camp,” Sasuke chuckled, pushing his glasses up his nose.

“It’s romantic in a Kenshin manner,” I conceded after pausing for thought. “Anyway, I should go, I have time to use the hot springs and I wanted to abuse it,” I smiled, waving at the ninja as I left.

It was dark, and I was dozing by the time Mitsuhide came back. He had been involved in a scuffle and staggered through the door. I rubbed at my eyes, before leaning over to get my first aid kit.

“I didn’t think you’d be that prepared,” the kitsune sulked whilst I cleaned his wounds. “Given that I ran into a group of Kennyo’s men, I would say that the rumour has some base to it at least. What did you get up to today anyway? I heard that you were talking to someone in the teahouse before leaving for the hot springs.”

I was glad it was dark, just so that I had that extra bit of cover for my expressions. I had to remember that Mitsuhide had ears everywhere. “It was no one important, a passing conversation that didn’t involve me being teased,” I frowned, making sure to add a touch of frost to my tone. “Which was a refreshing pace.”

“Touchy, touchy, princess,” Akechi breathed and then laughed as I packed the medicines away in a huff.

I made sure to leave without the kitsune the following day. It was my routine to wake up at dawn, and I knew that nowhere would be open yet, but it would be my chance to see the town before it started. I loved to admire sleeping places and watch as everyone started their day. The guesthouse owner was already a little suspicious of how we were acting, a married couple that came and went separately, especially when it appeared that the wife was trying to escape the husband.

I was standing on the edge of the market and saw the fruit merchant from the previous day. I paused and smiled as I wandered over to his stall. He was stronger and swifter than he appeared, a rag had covered my mouth and nose before I could comprehend what was going on.

Sasuke was perched on the edge of a rooftop at the fringes of the market. He was blind to those who weren’t looking for him, but he hadn’t seen Natsuki all day. The ninja had seen Mitsuhide wandering around, which meant that the princess was also meant to be here. It was starting to concern him as he then spotted his own Lord wandering the streets. When he had returned to his hut the previous night, it was to the ninja’s surprise that Kenshin had already invited himself in, and was waiting patiently for a report. Sasuke had tried to avoid letting the God of War know that Natsuki was present, but he seemed to sniff out that a detail was being withheld from him, and the ninja was forced to confess that the woman who Uesugi was desperate to kidnap constantly was within reach. Kenshin then made the bold declaration that he was staying, because the rumour clearly had enough of a base that Oda would send someone to check it out, and it had nothing to do with the presence of the Princess.

Kenshin and Mitsuhide never met, and Sasuke could breathe as they both left in a different direction. He made a note that the fruit merchant hadn’t turned up that day, something that he had gleaned from conversations that were out of the ordinary. Then he caught a glimpse of another scout behind all the stalls, he went into the forest as the ninja followed without another thought.

A hut in the middle of a forest, it seemed quite cliché really to the ninja, and he would recognise the hairstyles of disgraced monks from a mile away. He had the location now and the enemy as he practically flew back to the town. He needed to find his Lord, and also the enemy.

Kennyo was sat opposite me. My feet were bound and attached to the centre pole, there wasn’t a lot of movement range available but at least my hands weren’t bound so I stood a chance of trying to get comfortable on the straw that was laying around me. He was trying to break me down into tears, stop me being so stubborn as I cocked an eyebrow at the man.

“It’s been nearly three days, what’s the point in clinging to hope? You clearly aren’t missed,” he sneered.

“You’re using me as bait, so you’re just getting edgy about the fact that no one has tried yet,” I corrected him, holding my head high.

“And your escape attempt?” He snapped.

“Give a girl some credit,” I scoffed. I had been fed and watered on a regular basis since my arrival. It was never anything fancy, but it was better than the way that many would treat their hostages. “I’m not a warlord, you can’t attack me like one,” I reminded him. “I haven’t locked my emotions away.”

“Why are you so insistent on knowing what I feel?” Kennyo was pacing like a caged animal, and snarling at me. Staying calm was the key as I kept watching him.

“Because to want to kill someone is a strong desire, so I’m trying to understand your point of view in all of this,” I replied. I couldn’t back down, I couldn’t appear submissive at any point in this, or all of my efforts would be futile. “If I understand you, then maybe I can help you and stop all this bloodshed.”

A noise escaped the former Abbott’s throat, and he stormed out of the room. It was going to be a fight to get him to see me as anything but a threat, but he was also trying to threaten me as he would one of the warlords, who had all shut away their emotions in case of scenarios like this. I imagined that Mitsuhide had thought I may have just run away, the only way to escape his teasing as I pondered on the thought of Sasuke having noticed, and tried to stake the place out.

I knew that I had a small army of sorts outside, but then an image of Kenshin turning his God of War mode on made me smile. He had sent me a letter promising that I would be kidnapped from the Oda forces soon enough to live as the Lady to his Lord in his castle, and I never doubted for a second that Sasuke had talked his Lord out of a few ideas. Then for some reason, Mitsuhide’s teasings all came to mind. Kenshin had never made a mention of anything physical, but I knew that he was a man as much as anyone else, and it was going to be needed under that exterior he kept. I smiled as one of the aides brought me in a small bowl of stew and some water. They kept their guards up around me and never uttered a word, but I just needed to stay friendly.

“Why do you care so much?” Kennyo was back again, it was late in the evening as he walked into the room with a candle to guide his way.

“I hate war, it’s necessary, and I understand that. But I work as a healer, and I see all the injuries and all the hurt that comes from it,” I softly spoke. My head was resting against a ruined haori that was fashioned into a straw-stuffed pillow, and I kept my eyes closed, I had been about to fall asleep when he came in. “I can see the hurt in you. Something killed a part of you, and I want to understand that, so I can stop it happening to anyone else before you all annihilate each other through war.”

“Stop talking to me like I deserve salvation,” he snapped loudly, making me bolt upright and flatten my body against the nearest wall.

“You are the only person who thinks you’ve damned yourself,” I corrected him. “You can still be saved, you’re leading everyone around you onto your path, and it’s constant destruction! You can stop it all if you admit you are hurting, and I can help!” I shouted.

“I’m not sullying you with my damnation,” the former Abbott declared, slicing through the bonds on my feet and then shoving me out of the hut door. “Go back to safety, and don’t get yourself dragged back onto the battlefield, you’re too pure for all of this!”

“You’re hurting and grieving,” I was shouting at the top of my voice, disturbing all of the soldiers around me. “You can stop all of this and get your life back!”

I was suddenly in a familiar set of arms. “Natsuki!” Kenshin was swaddling me with his body. “You’re okay,” he gasped, tilting my head back and kissing me passionately in the moonlight. All of Kennyo’s men were frozen in time, unsure of what to do. Their enemy was stood in front of them, but he didn’t seem to have even noticed their existence. Especially when I was swiftly picked up in his arms and walked to the forest where his horse was waiting.

“Don’t tell me it’s just you and Sasuke,” I groaned as he mounted the horse behind me.

His smile made my stomach flip and my heart melt. “Don’t be silly, it’s just me,” he corrected, turning his mare around and heading towards Echigo. “I told you I was going to kidnap you soon,” he breathed down my ear.

“I wasn’t expecting this soon,” I admitted, holding onto him and the saddle as the horse pounded through the terrain. “I think Nobunaga may need to know so we can collect my things,” I smiled up at him.

“Maybe,” the God of War shrugged his shoulders.

“Also, I know you had Sasuke with you,” I tapped him on the nose, “I assume you put him on clean up duty,” I sighed.

“Stop being so good at reading me,” Kenshin’s lips brushed my ear, and sent a shiver up my spine. “No one will escape unpunished for hurting you.”

“I wasn’t hurt,” I replied, leaning closer into the man to reassure him. “He’s hurting, just like you were before I started to help you. He didn’t hurt me.”

“I still want his head for daring to touch you,” Uesugi muttered with jealousy.

“You can touch me all you like once we get to some privacy,” I teased him, rubbing my nose along his neck. My laughter escaping through the air as I felt the pace of the horse increase from under us.

Mitsuhide had been too late it seemed to play the knight in shining armour to rescue the princess. He had seen the way she looked at Kenshin, and the way they interacted made him green with envy. She had been right in his arms, and it had never felt more right for the kitsune. The way she reacted to his every word, the way she tensed up and squirmed about. Her voice wavered on occasions, and it was honey to him. He slipped back away into the shadows, his Lord would not be happy about the loss of his Chatelaine, but seeing the Princess’ smile in her lover’s arms was all that he could hope for.

#ikesen #ikemen sengoku #Ikémen Sengoku #kenshin uesugi

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imagine-loki · 6 years

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Unsteady

TITLE: Unsteady CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 11- Adaptation AUTHOR: hisxblackxqueen ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Loki loses his first wife and child during childbirth. OC is brought to Asgard to marry him. RATING: General NOTES/WARNINGS:

Within a week, Loki found out where the marauders clan were hidden; a small cavern on the outskirts of Asgard that was about a days trip away. In between rallying his men to make the journey, he talked Oren into giving Karinya a light punishment. The councilman was more understanding than Loki thought he would be, choosing to have a guard chaperone her in Loki’s absence. When he told her the news, she began to bicker but soon resigned with a sigh of frustration. If anything, she reacted better than he expected.

The morning of their departure, Karinya followed Loki and his men out of the palace. Some stable hands stood nearby with horses. While the others saddled up, Loki took a minute to say goodbye to Karinya.

“This should not last longer than a day, maybe two. I will be back before you know it."

"I should hope so. The quicker you come back, the quicker I can be free of my chaperone,” Karinya said, rolling her eyes and screwing up her face as if that word left a bad smell in the air.

Loki smiled. “It could be worse. Oren let you off easy. You should be grateful."

"I guess.” Karinya eyed the large golden helmet tucked under Loki’s arm and absently ran her fingers over one of the curved horns. “Please come back to me in one piece.”

She surprised herself with her words. They were sincere but the 'back to me' was completely unplanned. She hoped that it went over Loki’s head.

“My queen worries for me. What a comfort to know and carry with me on the journey."

"It’s my worrying that will keep you alive."

Chuckling, Loki tilted Karinya’s head up by her chin and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. "I will return, darling. Don’t fret. And please, whatever you do, try to keep yourself from harming your guard."

Karinya scoffed and looked over her shoulder at the statuesque man standing at attention a few feet away.

"You have my word."

"Good.” Loki situated his helmet on top of his head. It gave him a height that was very intimidating to someone of Karinya’s size. She stared up at him in wonder. “I will see you in a day?"

"Let’s count on it."

Loki grazed his thumb over the circlet adorning his wife’s head before mounting his steed. Karinya pet the animal’s head softly before whispering, "Keep him safe."

She watched the dozens of horses gallop off into the distance, two golden horns shining in the sunlight. Twisting her ring around her finger, she took a breath before walking back to the palace, her guard in tow.

Two days later, Loki hadn’t come back home. Karinya knew there was a possibility of the trip being extended but to three days? Worry was setting in despite Karinya trying her hardest to shove it away. He knew what he was doing so there was no need to worry. Unfortunately, that didn’t stop her from losing sleep. Her appetite all but perished as she only was able to drink tea or wine. Day four drove Karinya to the library for distraction. The hundreds of books, like everything else, did little to calm her thoughts.

By the time night dropped and Karinya was settling into bed, there was a knock on the door. Sighing, she sat up.

"Yes?"

The heavy door opened and Jovie stepped inside. "Your Highness, the king has returned."

Those four words had Karinya out of bed and pulling her day clothes on in a haste. Any other time, she would have laughed at herself for rushing to see someone. She did care deeply for the mysterious man she married not so long ago. To anyone else, it would have seemed fast paced. To Karinya, it felt…right.

"Where is he?"

"With the healers."

Her heart dropped as the first thought that entered her mind was that he was possibly severely hurt. She darted past Jovie to the healing room. Upon seeing that familiar face that made her skin tingle, Karinya breathed a sigh of relief.

"Loki."

He was sitting in a chair with a healer at his side and Elise just feet away. Karinya was running before she could stop herself and Loki stood in time to catch her as she crashed against his body, a slight grunt leaving his chest.

"Hello, darling. I thought you were in bed.”

“I was until I heard you finally returned,” said Karinya. She pulled back to look at him. His eyes were dark as if he hadn’t slept and there was a spot of dry blood on his chin. He winced. “What is it?"

"My shoulder. One of those damned animals tackled me and it dislocated. I can fix it."

"No, let me help. I’ve reset numerous shoulders in my time.” With Elise standing nearby, Karinya asked her to fetch a wet cloth. “I’m glad you returned in one piece."

"As I said I would. Did you miss me?” Loki grinned despite the pain radiating from his arm.

“Not one bit,” Karinya teased.

“So humorous.” Loki wrapped his free hand around Karinya’s waist and pulled her close. “I know I missed you. I hope I didn’t cause you worry?"

"Some,” Karinya admitted, placing her hands on his shoulder. “On the count of three."

"Darling, you don’t have to count. Just-."

"Three."

Loki stopped mid sentence as his shoulder audibly slipped back into place. Inhaling sharply, Loki rotated his arm back and forth.

"What happened to the first two numbers?"

"I said them…in my head. I gave you a warning.” Karinya smiled.

Loki shook his head but couldn’t help his smile. “When I get you back to our chambers,” he began, his voice low.

“You will not be participating in any sort of strenuous activity tonight, my king. You left three days ago and something tells me you have not slept a wink. A bath is in order, followed by a meal and then, of course, sleep. Is that clear?"

"I shall obey the orders of my queen. Until next time that is.” Loki gave her a mischievous look. “Would it be too much to ask that my wife share a meal with me tonight to welcome me back home?"

Karinya leaned forward and planted a kiss on Loki’s cheek. "I would love to join you."

Moving his head, Loki placed his lips over hers. For the first time in three days, they both felt at ease.

Days passed into weeks which passed into a month and then another. Karinya had adapted to Asgard and her role as queen nicely. She participated in the court sessions that took place almost daily, offering input regardless of it was needed or not much to Loki’s amusement.

The two shared time alone each morning and each night having meaningful conversations and laughing at one another’s wit. They also spent time in the most intimate and compromising positions within the chambers with Loki almost always managing to seduce Karinya with his gifted silver tongue.

Loki was feeling better than he had in a long time. His nightmares, however, still had a place in the recesses of his mind. Whenever he startled awake after painful visions haunted him, he would slip out of bed to the balcony where Frigga waited patiently with open ears and arms. He was always relieved when he came back to bed and huddled close to Karinya who never stirred in his absence. When he felt like he was sinking beneath waves of water with nothing to grab onto, Karinya was the rock he found; strong and stable even under the most brutal conditions. Frigga suggested time and time again that Loki tell his wife about Odessa but he refused, claiming he wanted to wait until a better time. In reality, he was afraid of what she would think of him. He kept secrets he didn’t care to keep but he had to. And just knowing that Karinya suspected nothing made the weight of those secrets heavier.

He welcomed distraction when he could, taking Karinya for horseback rides to parts unknown. They always returned by dinner still exchanging stories while their table mates looked on with smiles. Karinya was beginning to notice changes in not only herself but what she ate as well. The food was always exquisitely prepared and the taste was mouthwatering but she found herself averting one thing she could never put her finger on. She only knew her stomach roiled at the smell and it always cut her dining short. Not even the wine was appealing to her anymore.

It wasn’t until one night when Karinya had barely sat down that she had gotten sick. She and Loki chalked it up to a minor cold or fever, something that would pass. Instead of joining the others, they ate in the chambers. When the same feeling arose again, Karinya hardly made it to the bathroom before she was reching up her meal. It took a day of concern filled fetching before Loki took her to see Hardol.

"Perhaps it could be an allergic reaction to something she’s been eating. Let us test her to see what’s wrong,” Hardol said.

The woman led Karinya to a large square table and ordered her to lie down. Loki stood by and the two watched as an array of pixel like dots floated into the air and formed a body identical to Karinya’s. Hardol touched and moved the dots with skilled hands. She worked at a quick pace, not saying a word.

“I will go to the kitchen staff tonight and advise them to leave the hardboiled eggs out of your meals from now until you recover,” Loki said.

Karinya nodded. “That would be best. I was fine before. I don’t see how this could happen so suddenly."

"I can,” Hardol said. “Your aversion isn’t due to an allergy."

A picture expanded before the couple’s eyes and showed a small wave like movement.

"What are you showing us?” Loki asked.

“A fetus." Two pairs of eyes shot in Hardol’s direction. "Congratulations, Your Highness. You’re pregnant."

While Loki sputtered, Karinya looked back up at the moving picture above with wide eyes. Of all the emotions she felt then, happiness was not one of them.

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Healing: Prologue

Chris

"After the survivors of the horrifying events that took place on Blackwood Mountain were found, they were brought to the nearest hospital. Some had injuries, but nothing that would last long. However, there was one young man that did not come back with them. Joshua Washington, elder brother of Beth and Hannah Washington, could not be found after the rescue of his seven friends.

This leaves us with many questions, but sadly the police have not confirmed anything yet. The questions persist. Is someone targeting the Blackwood family? Did Joshua meet the same fate as his sisters the year prior? Why did they return? Is there someone consistently responsible in the disappearances of the children of Bob and Melinda Washington?

And, above all, are they still out there somewhe-"

With a simple press of a button, the television is off. The middle aged lady on the tv screen doesn't know anything. She doesn't know of the horrors that we lived through. She doesn't know just how bad it was. She will never be capable of understanding the pain and fear we dealt with. Continue to deal with.

She couldn't possibly know that Ashley hit me when I approached too quickly while she waited for her ride, or that Mike sat on the balcony for five hours, sitting on the railing, holding on to nothing, and just debating letting himself go. Debated until someone came to get him. Five. Hours.

She couldn't possibly know that Bob lashed out at me, claiming I was making shit up and that his son would never hurt anyone. Claiming his son wasn't ill.

She couldn't possibly know how hard this is on Sam, losing two close friends in just one year.

But if she couldn't know, why do I feel the urge to hurl this remote right into her pixelated face?

I resist. The television is off, anyway. It's been weeks. If I don't start feeling better soon, I may never feel better again.

I take a deep, shaky breath and try to get my eyes to close. If they close, I can maybe get some sleep...

Nope. My phone rings, it's regular pattern of buzzes is ear-splitting. It's too high-pitched, I hate it. I need to change the ringtone...

Reluctantly, I look down at the phone. I know the number. It's the police department. But why me? Why now?

I can't help but laugh. It's the least likely reason, but I can't help but hear Ashley teasing me about illegally downloading movies as a middle schooler.

I slide the answer button over. "Hello?"

"Hello, is this Christopher Hartley?"

"Huh? Yeah, yeah, it's me..."

"We're just calling to let you know that Joshua Washington has been found alive. He's not in great shape, but..."

I nearly drop the phone. A wave of emotions and thoughts wash over me. Among those thoughts are 'But he deserved to die!', although it's drowned out by more concerns, my worry for Josh ever present.

But why? Why am I so concerned for him? He made me think I had murdered him... Sure, he didn't kill Jessica, he didn't really hurt anyone too bad, physically. He hit Ashley, but...

That prank went too far. I'm always up for a good laugh, but that wasn't funny. He's nuts. He traumatized some of us, I'm sure of it. Not entirely sure I'm not among those we would consider traumatized...

"But he's alive, right?" The words fall out of my mouth before I have the sense to shut up. "Not in great shape, but alive!? Where is he!?!"

"He's been taken to the same hospital you and your friends were treated at, but you can't visit him currently. I'm sorry."

"What do you mean? Why can't I see him?" I ask, frantically pacing.

"Well, he's not... stable... He picked up a syringe and tried to stab the doctor. He's not safe. His parents aren't even allowed to see him, currently. Not that they've asked... Anyway, you'll get another call when he's nice and stable, hm? In the meantime, at least you know he's alive."

"At least...alive..." I mumble. I still don't know exactly how I feel about all that. I hang up without another word, but the pacing doesn't cease. I remember three very different forms of my friend, Josh.

One being the Josh that was casual, hung out with his friends. The other being the Josh that not as many were familiar with. The mentally ill Josh, the Josh that cries on your shoulder and begs you to forgive him- even back when he hadn't done anything yet.

And then there's this third Josh. The Josh that traumatized us, the Josh that made me believe he had been sawed in half. The Josh that tortured us, hit Ashley, that deserved to be left on the mountain to rot.

The thing is... I can't give this Josh a face. Sure, it's all Josh, but I can tell that the first one is smiley, happy Josh. The second is... The upset, crying, twitchy, a bit unpredictable Josh...

But even then, I feel like I've never seen the third Josh. Like he doesn't really exist... I can't connect Josh to his crimes. I know he did it, and I still don't fully believe it. Josh wouldn't do that... My Josh would never do that.

But, he did.

I keep telling myself... He hurt us...

But it just doesn't feel right.

Even after we caught him, after he pulled that mask off...

We tied him up and he handled it like a child. He was a child, he couldn't have-

No. He did it. He's guilty, he was the one that did so much to us. He didn't murder, no, but he was wrong. He did wrong.

Day1: Patient will not open his mouth at all. He doesn't seem to trust us. He won't eat, speak, and nothing seems to get him to stop shaking. He whimpers a lot, never opening his mouth. He's clearly displeased and won't let anyone touch him. When we approach, he whines and backs away. How am I supposed to help a patient that won't cooperate with me even a little?

We've got him cleaned up. A nurse tried to at least get him to brush his teeth, but he won't do it. Perhaps he has an injury in his mouth he doesn't want anyone touching?

I'm calling a dentist in.

Day2: The dentist had him drugged. When asleep, she worked his jaw open. However, she was mortified by what she saw and left promtly. The patient has fangs, and his cheeks are starting to sink in. I believe the pieces of evidence the police have shown me are tied to this. The young boy is developing a disease that I have never seen before...

Day9: I can't stop it. The Medicine he has been given only pauses the affects. I believe an increase in dosage will stop it permanently...

Day15: I was right. His symptoms have grown mild and his illness is not progressing any further. Well, the one I'm writing on, anyway. However, he tastes for human flesh. We have managed to keep him at bay with animal meat for the time being, but he throws wild tantrums over it. He's getting more anxious. His medicine is helping, but he won't swallow it so we're having to inject him, which frightens him and causes him to lash out. Because of this, we have to restrain him often to administer his medication. He's a handful, to say the least...

Day 311: We've tried to make a connection with him, but that's like trying to make a connection with a rabid animal. He seems unreachable, the medication only does so much. One of my younger doctors brought him a sketch book. He seemed to think that drawing would ease his mind a bit, but when approached with a pen the patient shrieked and continuesly cried almost literally up until he fell asleep that night. He's almost a lost cause, and he's dangerous. I'm afraid there may be no choice but to give up on him, soon...

Day312: We tried something today. We sent in his favorite nurse, a young man by the name of Jamison. I don't know the boy personally, but Josh seems to not panic as much with him as he does the others. The nurse asked him to write something he wants down. Something he thought could help soothe him.

The writing is very shaky and big, like a child just learning to form the letters.

"Chris"

I believe he was referring to the other survivor named Christopher. The other doctors advise against allowing contact between them after all this boy has done, but if "Chris" is my chance at pulling this boy back into reality, then you're damn right I'm bringing him in.

#prologue #until dawn #joshua #christopher #samantha #sam x josh #chris x josh #polyamory #chris x sam #chris x sam x josh #wendigo josh #fanfiction #ps4 #not realistic obviously #prestigioustiger #idk man #woah tags

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tell me about the sky

so this is very repetitive but it's basically describing colors to someone who’s never seen colors before. enjoy! I know I love it.

So you've never seen color, huh? You're totally, completely color blind? I once heard that being color blind was “like a black and white tv with the sound turned low.” Granted, the man was very poetic, hard of hearing and a fictional character. So you've never seen color… I'm going to try to describe it. And no, I won't give you the generic “well this is this color so I'll group those things together cause they’re the same color” descriptions. I really want you to feel the colors, as if you can see them for yourself.

Red is bold. Red is your alarm going off in the morning, waking you up. Red is a car crash, a gunshot, an explosion. No matter what you do, you can't escape it. Red is intense, extreme, and in your face. Red is an action movie. Red is a thunderstorm. Red is sirens piercing through the air. Red is a car horn going off. Red is fangirls screaming at a concert as their favorite band comes out on stage. Red is loud. Red is a fearful gasp. Red is running across hot sand in the middle of July and no matter where you set your feet, they’re still burning. Red is fearless. Red is the Tom Cruise of colors. Red is wild. Red can't be tamed. Red demands attention. Red is unforgettable. Red is stubborn. Red is falling off your bike. Red is blood dripping down your leg. Red is bold.

Pink is love. Pink is the warmth from a mother’s hug. Pink is soft. Pink is smelling your favorite flowers. Pink is someone remembering your birthday or favorite food. Pink is someone seeing things from your point of view. Pink is soft. Pink is kind words from a stranger. Pink is sacrifice. Pink is your dog turning itself inside out when you come home. Pink is a cat’s purr. Pink is dog slobber all over your face. Pink is a sensible kiss. Pink is butterflies in your stomach. Pink is falling in love with your wife all over again, even though you've been married for twenty years. Pink is a soon-to-be father racing to the hospital and then driving slow enough to be ticketed a few days later. Pink is forgetting reality and living in the moment. Pink is losing track of time. Pink is laughter. Pink is baby breath. Pink is empathetic. Pink is someone asking how you are several times because they know you're lying. Pink is gentle. Pink is love.

Orange is warm. Orange is curling up by the fire, reading your favorite book. Orange is cuddling with your romantic partner and a fluffy, soft blanket. Orange is childhood memories. Orange is a summer day. Orange is hot chocolate, at just the right temperature. Orange is clothes right out of the dryer. Orange is feeling accepted. Orange is being a part of a team. Orange is being on time. Orange is biting into a perfectly ripe fruit. Orange is a summer night. Orange is a full moon. Orange is the breeze. Orange is children’s rhymes. Orange is nostalgia. Orange is kind. Orange is donating your hair to cancer patients. Orange is putting your spare change in the tip jar. Orange is random acts of kindness. Orange restores your faith in humanity. Orange is hope. Orange is hand holding. Orange is secure and stable. Orange is warm.

Yellow is happy. Yellow is smiling at a stranger after you complimented her on her beautiful sundress. Yellow is the wind blowing through your hair on a bike ride. Yellow is spending time with family and friends. Yellow is looking back on old memories. Yellow is eating warm cookies with a glass of cold milk. Yellow is playing with small children. Yellow is joy spilling out of your heart. Yellow is spring flowers. Yellow is smiling so wide, your cheeks hurt. Yellow is fully appreciating life. Yellow is forgiving yourself. Yellow is the way life should be. Yellow is a first love. Yellow is smiling uncontrollably. Yellow is exuberant. Yellow is bliss. Yellow is the sunshine on your face, warming you up into a good mood. Yellow is organic and raw. Yellow is happy.

Green is calm. Green is when you're camping out in the woods. Green is when your kids finally fell asleep for their nap. Green is being home alone. Green is a back massage. Green is a warm bath with candles lit and a bath bomb, coloring the tub water. Green is chewing gum in class to keep yourself awake. Green is the sky right after a storm. Green is a deep breath. Green is childish. Green is hope for the future. Green is relaxing on the beach with the waves crashing as background music. Green is hot chocolate at just the right temperature. Green is being clean. Green is being at peace. Green is your happy place. Green is truly appreciating small, rare, simple luxuries in life. Green is healthy. Green is self care. Green is forgetting your problems. Green is putting the world away. Green is detoxing. Green is putting yourself first. Green is moss in between your toes. Green is sipping a cup of tea after a long day of work, with your shoes off, relaxing. Green is calm.

Blue is refreshing. Blue is the perfect dive into an in ground pool on a hot summer day. Blue is jumping into the ocean, not knowing how deep it is until you hit the bottom. Blue is driving in the highway at ninety miles an hour at three in the morning with a rock album blasting through the speakers. Blue is your blood pumping, heart beating fast, adrenaline sparking your body to life. Blue is feeling alive. Blue is feeling your emotions so intensely, so vividly, so extremely that you show symptoms of a mental disorder. Blue is reckless. Blue is alive. Blue is song lyrics describing exactly how you feel. Blue is being thrown around on a roller coaster. Blue is losing your voice. Blue is getting drunk off life. Blue isn't surviving, it's thriving. Blue is doing what you want. Blue is independent. Blue is strong. Blue is poor decision making. Blue is “act now, hate yourself later” thinking. Blue is living in the moment. Blue is refreshing.

Purple is passion. Purple is speaking your mind because you can't stand to let the social, racial injustices go on any longer. Purple is falling in love. Purple is ideas coming to you in the middle of the night, during a shower, while you’re eating. Purple is self confidence. Purple is trying to fix everyone else’s problems when your own are clouding your mind. Purple is raising your voice. Purple is determination. Purple is faithfulness. Purple never stops caring. Purple is a loud heart beat. Purple is fighting until you physically can't no more. Purple is walking through a storm and across a land mine. Purple is reminding yourself that you're still alive. Purple is determination. Purple is looking at your scars and realizing your past got you to where you are now. Purple is thinking about your mistakes but realizing they don't define you. Purple is self love. Purple is confident. Purple is impatience at the end of the day because you can't wait to wake up tomorrow and continue to change the world for the better. Purple is living out your dreams. Purple is studying the people you love, loving the little things that make them themselves. Purple is passion.

Black is unavoidable. Black is no one understanding you. Black is loneliness eating at you at two in the morning on sleepless nights. Black is insomnia, your brain running at a mile a minute when the rest of your body can't function until it gets some rest. Black is guarding yourself. Black is messing up when you're counting to a high number. Black is constant. Black is pulling an all nighter to finish a school project. Black is falling asleep in class the next day. Black is growing up. Black is traffic at rush hour. Black is minor inconveniences that add up to be a lot of stress. Black is broken dreams. Black is nightmares. Black is no new messages. Black is sitting in class and every time you look at the clock, it's like no time has past. Black is the sunburn that follows a day spent out in the sun, unprotected from the ultra-violent sun rays. Black is death. Black is holding on too tight for too long. Black is building up so many walls that you practically cut yourself off from all socializing. Black is your demons torturing you, even in the middle of the day. Black is the dawn before the morning. Black is unavoidable.

Brown is trustworthy. Brown is a friend comforting you when you're an emotional mess. Brown is the calm after the storm. Brown is strong arms wrapped around you when you're at your worst. Brown is your favorite voice, telling you everything you need to hear. Brown is coming home from school and being welcomed home by the familiar sounds and sights of your every day life. Brown is giggling over a secret that you know you can tell but it seems so silly. Brown is a shoulder to cry on. Brown is your favorite song. Brown is a gentle whisper in the wind. Brown is going through absolute chaos to get you exactly where you need to be. Brown is giving money to a stranger in need. Brown is telling your crush you like them and they tell you they like you back. Brown is a trust fall. Brown is familiar. Brown is the strings of a guitar being strum. Brown is constant. Brown is songs reminding you that you'll make it through your battles. Brown is the light that guides you home. Brown is a promise. Brown is knowing the sun will rise in the morning. Brown is trustworthy.

Gray is numb. Gray is figuring out who you are. Gray is questioning everything. Gray is uncertain. Gray is trying to distinguish what's real and what's fake. Gray is watching the waves crash onto the beach. Gray is alone. Gray is contemplating the meaning of life. Gray is forgetting who you are. Gray is distant. Gray is a needle in a haystack. Gray is late night conversations with your best friend. Gray is the cold winter wind. Gray is staring at the stars on a clear winter night. Gray is taking down the Christmas decorations. Gray is feeling alone in a group full of people. Gray is screaming into the oblivion. Gray is losing faith in humanity. Gray is listening to the media’s lies about how you should look and how you should dress. Gray is empty. Gray is corruption. Gray is watching the news and being shocked at the horrors you hear. Gray is being emotionally detached. Gray is isolation. Gray is losing lifelong friends. Gray is questioning your faith. Gray is numb.

White is new. White is childhood innocence. White is hearing a joke for the first time. White is listening to a song in the radio and just knowing it's going to be your favorite. White is stepping out of your comfort zone. White is cold. White is dawn. White is a leap of faith. White is the presence of everything but it appears like it's nothing is there at all. White is believing without seeing. White is pure. White is clean. White is a new article of clothing before it's even washed. White is a freshly done manicure. White is a crisp hundred dollar bill. White is a first kiss. White is puppy breath. White is a new car with new, leather seats. White is spring after a long, cold winter. White is new.

Colors are beautiful. Colors are what make life worth living. Colors are the icing on the cake. Colors are little reminders that God loves you, amongst many others. Colors are what makes life so beautiful. Colors are the backbone to poetry and creative writing. You can't describe something without giving it a color. Colors are what people organize objects by. Colors put all the other adjectives to shame. Colors are beautiful.

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