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*emerges from my blanket cave of Tired™️* Hello, yes, lil toddler Casey Jr is an adorable lil gremlin and this current comic gives me liiifffe its so cute aaaaa ~-- --- .-. ... . / .- -. --- -.
MORSE ANON!!!
Oh thank the stars hi hello! Gah I missed ya..oh I hope you've been staying safe and well 🙌✨
Cozy blanket time for you, my dear morse anon
Aaawwweee! I'm so so happy to hear that eeee!! Drawing this lil comic has been so special and a whole ~experience~, so it's very heartwarming to know you've been enjoying it 🥹 Casey is definitely giving lil gremlin vibes ha! Ah, I love it I love it 🙌🙌
#ace answers#morse anon!!#oh it made me so happy to hear from ya fr i hope you're doing alright#i really do enjoy these lil interactions so thank you for reaching out even from your blanket cave of tired™️#i appreciate you 🙌✨ sending you good vibes#:)
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part ii of this ♡︎ (+18)
notes: dbf! james kelly… reader is in her early 20s & james is 36, dddne, reader’s dad is a drunk & kinda sexist. reader is a virgin. slight daddy kink if you squint… this part is longer! there’s a buildup!
(i was not expecting people to want a part two! omg! thank y’all so dearly & i hope y’all enjoy ♥︎) (if you see any grammar mistakes… no you didn’t… 😇 #englishmajor)
when the door opened, you were holding two beers, doe-like eyes wide and skin flushed warm. “james?” your tone was quiet, shy… whiny? he looked down at you, eyebrows knitting together as he parted his lips to speak, fearing you heard him. but before the tension could even be fully formed, frankie yelled some incoherent bullshit from the kitchen—somethin’ about a beer, and he pulled his gaze away from you. fuck, he jus’ couldn’t do this. not right now. so like any sensible man out there who fantasizes about fucking his friend’s young and sweet daughter, james excuses himself. shaking his head slightly, eyeing you one last time, his legs move—fast. he goes straight for the front door ‘n leaves, the screen door slamming shut behind him.
that was three days ago, and you haven’t seen james come ‘round. you lie on your bed, kicking your legs gently as you stare at the photo on your dresser. you, james, and your dad. james… you wanted to cry, wondering why he left like that after seein’ you. you can’t help but wonder if you did something. he appeared so conflicted… so disgusted, but the way he looked at you? james looked at you as if you were delicious, like a sweet apple pie on a summer’s day. did he… find you pretty? the thought alone makes your body melt into the bed, your thighs clenching together gently. it’s such a conflicting concept that you can’t ignore now.
it’s been a week now, but you know he’ll be over soon. seven days without seeing him… without james. even your dad was confused, given he was always a little hazy, of the absence of james kelly. a lot of time to think, to pick apart interactions and behaviors, time to have your hand trace your body, play with your sensitive lil’ clit and pretend it’s him. time to imagine him above you, tellin’ you things that would need to be confessed to a priest. you lingered around your dad, mentioning james every once in a while, asking when he’ll be over for the game. ‘so… when does the game start again? and he’ll be over before that, right?’ already three beers in, your dad just smiles and tells you he should be here in an hour.
you spend the next hour dolling yourself up for a thirty-six year old. a thirty-six year old who practically helped raise you—which should disgust you, it really should, but he cared for you so deeply. by the time you had finished your hair and makeup, picking out another slip dress—shorter, pink, and lacy—james was helping himself into your home. you heard him, calling out for your dad and telling him to ‘turn the damn TV on!’ you slipped on your pink slippers and made your way downstairs, trying to control your breathing.
your dad was already seated on the couch, finishing the beer in his hand. and james? he must’ve been in the bathroom, because the six pack he brought was sittin’ on the table and he was nowhere to be found. so, you took it upon yourself to unbox the beers and put them in the fridge, bending over as you do so—your dress riding up your thighs. you hear the bathroom door open and click shut, shoes hitting the floor as james walked and it forced you to stand upright and turn around. he was lookin’ at you, a disapproving expression on his face. “what are you doing?” his voice was quiet, and he licks his lips as he looks over to the couch. “‘m putting the beers away…? sorry—was i not supposed to?” and he wants to rip his hair out, his gaze back on you and traveling down your body. “this… this is the problem,” he starts, large hands reaching to adjust your dress that had ridden up. “d’you usually have your panties on full display?”
and it clicks. it finally sets into place… you were right. james did think you were pretty. but it was more than that. james wanted you, with the way his hands lingered and how he swallowed real hard when he pulled back and put distance between you two. you blink, processing the hundreds of thoughts consuming your mind. you can play this game, you decide—and you can play it good. you shake your head softly, a small pout gracing your lips as you hand james a beer. “sorry, i don’t know what you’re talking about… i’ve always dressed like this.” closing the fridge, you walk over to the couch to sit in the middle.
james—poor, poor james—he was fed up already. he watched as you made yourself comfortable on the couch, crossing your legs as you stared at the TV with that fuckin’ smile on your face. oh, he wanted to put you in your place, have your mouth be useful for once as you choked on his cock. it was a thought that made his stomach hurt. irritated, he walked over and sat next to you, eyes never once meeting yours as he opened his canned beer. it didn’t take long for the game to start, and as much as you didn’t care about football, both your dad and james were immersed. yelling at the screen, throwing their hands up… you jus’ rolled your eyes.
“there’s a reason girls like you don’t enjoy football,” your dad slurred out, patting you on the shoulder. “it’s because men like these are big, strong, and dominant—y’all don’t like that shit anymore.” he isn’t making any sense, but it was enough to make you snappy. “seriously? that guy?” you point at the screen, giggling as you side eye your dad. “he’s smaller than james… i could take it.” and james nearly chokes on his cheap beer, eyebrows knitting together as his head snaps to look at you. he just wants to get up and leave at this point, but all your dad does is shrug and say, “ain’t that right, jimmy?!”
“hey, be a peach ‘n get another beer for your old man.” your dad mumbles after a silent ten minutes, eyes heavy as he mindlessly stares at the television. he unabashedly adds, “see, this is what women are made for! to please—and my sweet has always been a big pleaser… surprised no man has snatched her up…” you stand up, slippers quietly pattering against the floor as you walk to the kitchen to grab another can. when you return, two beers in hand for your dad—because ‘another’ usually means two—you dramatically sigh. “‘m surprised, too… i mean, i am the sweetest girl in town. right, daddy?” but you weren’t lookin’ at your dad. no, you were staring at james with that innocent little smile adorning your beautiful face, and he had the grip the handle of the couch because he was fucking exasperated.
“well… ‘m gonna go now. this is extremely boring,” you chew on your bottom lip in an attempt to hide how pleased you were with james’ reactions. turning on your toes, you walk down the hall to the stairs as you sway your hips. and james has had enough, moving on his feet quickly and waving off your barely conscious father as he followed you to the bottom of the stairs. he corners you into a wall, forcing a small gasp out of your lips. “you don’t even,” he inhales sharply, stepping closer as he points a finger at you. his jaw clenches, his voice low and accusatory. “you don’t even know what you’re doin’, doll.” the tip of his finger digs into your chest as he leans in closer. and you bat your eyelashes at him, your back pressed against the wall as you stutter over your words. “don’t know what you’re talking about…”
and he laughs in your face, all frustrated ‘n deep and your legs nearly give out. your face feels like it’s on fire, and your thighs clench together because you’re so, so wet for him. “what? you’re gonna act as if you didn’t just call me ‘daddy’ like some cheap hooker?” after a moment, he sighs out your name, his knee moving to slowly spread your legs apart. “you’re makin’ me feel crazy.” and it nearly makes you whine, the way he says it—deep and breathy. leaning down, his lips meet your neck gently, before he quickly pulls away to look down the hall. your father was already snoring, how perfect.
“james,” you whimper quietly, both of you staring at each other before the tension finally breaks—and he leans in to kiss you. it’s rough and passionate, just like james. he groans against your lips—soft and plump—and he was losing it. his hands come up to cup your cheeks, and you flutter your eyes shut at how breathless he’s already left you, your heartbeat pounding against your chest. he furrows his eyebrows, his lips moving aggressively against yours as your hands grip at his unbuttoned over-shirt, creating fists as you pull him closer to you. his tatted hand moves down from your cheek to the curves of your breasts, to your stomach, and slipping underneath your slip dress. he pulls away, barely so, his lips ghosting yours as he opens his mouth to let out a strained, “fuck, baby…”
his fingers gently trace the damp spot of your panties, and he sharply inhales through his nose. “this all f’me? so fuckin’ wet,” his eyes are half-lidded as he gazes down at you, taking in the way you can barely form a coherent thought as he slowly slips the fabric aside to run his fingers through your soaked folds. “you ever been touched like this?” he asks in a whisper and you shake your head, your eyes opening to look into his and james swears this is what an angel looks like. your eyes are so heavenly, wide and doe-like, your plump and stained red lips are parted as you let out shaky puffs of air. and your body, fuck, he cannot get enough. his other hand, still on your cheek, moves until his thumb is running along your bottom lip. “do you wanna stop?” you shake your head again.
he nods his head slowly, his lips curling up. and suddenly his hand, large and scented strongly of cigarettes and oil, is covering your mouth. his fingers move slowly, sliding between your slicked folds and teasing your clit—your eyelashes fluttering at the feeling. “sorry, doll… as much as i’d love to hear your voice, we don’t wanna wake up your real daddy.” your moan is muffled when his fingers rub against your clit, his calloused fingers moving so perfectly that you swear you see stars, and james moves so close that he’s caged you against him and the wall. your grip on his shirt tightens, your eyes on his—deep, blue, and piercing—as he finally slips a finger in your tight, sopping cunt.
you watch as james grits his teeth, muttering something about being ‘so fuckin’ tight,’ as he stuffs another finger inside your heat, slowly moving them so you can feel his long fingers reach places that yours could never. it was too much, yet so little. he needed to be inside you, needed to taste you… to fuck you proper. but he was nice, having a soft spot for you, and wouldn’t let your first time be against a wall while your dad was passed out on the couch down the hall. james’ cock was straining against his pants, hard and throbbing and begging to abuse that little pussy of yours, but he was nice. for now, he’s content with fingering you, giving you a sweet taste of what it’s like to be treated right.
“next time,” he starts, his movements faster and more punctuated, “‘m gonna use my cock… it’ll feel s’good, bein’ stretched out and taken care of.” next time? your heart flutters at the thought, your mewls and begs quieted as you feel the warmth low in your stomach grow. your legs begin to tremble, the stimulation of both his touch and words leaving you drooling against his hand. james leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, “you gonna come, doll? that’s it. come on my fingers, be good for me. you’re always such a pleaser, right?” and your walls clench tightly around his digits as your body tenses up, your orgasm leaving you lightheaded and soundless.
his fingers slow down before completely pulling out—leaving you feelin’ empty—but instead of giving you the chance to calm down, he rubs your puffy clit, your hips trying to squirm away from the sensation. you breathe heavily through your nose, one of your hands quickly moving to grip james’ wrist as you feel yourself become overstimulated, whining softly and eyes pleading. he licks his lips, before hesitantly stepping back from you, taking his hand away from your mouth as you slump against the wall. “james,” you whine dumbly, tone high-pitched and so fuckin’ sweet; your mind hazy as you look up at him through your lashes. he can’t help himself, of course he can’t, not when it comes to you. he closes the distance once more, kissing you quiet.
when he pulls away, he adjusts your dress, tapping your thigh gently. “go upstairs and rest,” he mutters, his breathing just as ragged as yours. “i’ll see you tomorrow.”
and you will… ❤︎︎
#kel’s concepts ♡︎#james kelly#james kelly x reader#james kelly x you#james kelly smut#anakin skywalker#anakin skywalker x you#anakin x you#anakin skywalker x reader#anakin x reader#anakin smut#james kelly is my man#i need to repent#and pray
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absolutely love your writing 😭 you write law so in character its so good. i want to see laws reaction to reader accidentally (or not) discovering his nerdy sora comics collection. ty 💛
Hi!! Thank-you so much, that's an honor 🥺 I'm a lil obsessed w him istg (more than a little but anyways) here you go, I hope you enjoy it!!
You're acting weird. To be fair though, in a crew as diverse as the Heart Pirates, "weird" is a subjective thing and depends on who Law is meaning.
You're acting weird for you. There's an odd jumpiness to you now, specifically whenever Law is involved ㅡ and he wonders if he's done something wrong.
Your relationship is still fairly new to you both, still trying to find the perfect balance between professionalism and something softer and more intimate.
Law mentally filters through your interactions (both as crewmates and not) and when he comes up with nothing, he decides to ask you.
"Have I done something to upset you? I'd like to know so I can fix it." He watches confusion flicker across your face, then guilt.
"No, you didn't do anything." You bite your lip, a habit he's been trying to break you of. Instinctively, he reaches to press his thumb against your bottom lip, tugging it free of the worried knead of your teeth. "Promise you won't be mad?"
Now it's Law's turn to be confused. "It depends on what you did," he answers honestly and immediately kicks himself for the way you shrink back. "As long as it has nothing to do with the integrity the Polar Tang and you haven't sold us out to the Marines, it can't be that bad."
That at least gets a ghost of a smile from you. "As if I'd ever do either of those," you tell him, a hint of pride in your voice. The Polar Tang is your home, and the Heart Pirates are your family.
"Continue," he prods gently, and the nervousness returns to your expression. He gives you a moment, watches as you steel yourself before you blurt in a tumbled rush of words,
"I maybe sort of accidentally found your Sora Warrior of the Sea comics."
It takes him a long moment to parse out what you've said, and you watch as his expression shifts to an unreadable one, brim of his hat shadowing his eyes.
"I'm so sorry," you say, feeling even worse than you have the last couple of days. "I didn't mean to, honest. Bepo needed a copy of a report from a few days ago and I thought I'd seen you put it in one of the drawers andㅡ" You halt, voice wavering. "I'm really sorry."
You mean it. He knows you do, knows you'd never breach his privacy without good reason ㅡ even as close as you are now, there are things he's not ready to talk about, or show.
In the grand scheme of things, the discovery of his carefully curated collection of beloved comics is not the end of the world. Hardly a punishable offense, even though you're clearly expecting him to be pissed.
"It's okay, [Name]." He watches as you visibly relax, though there's still a nervous edge to you. "I'm not upset, just...surprised."
"Understandable," you mumble. "For what it's worth, it's a nice collection. I wanted to get into it when I was younger, but I never got a chance to."
He perks up a little at that, latches onto the opportunity you've given him. "If you'd like," he says, "we can read them together. If you want, I mean."
Another little flake off that careful barrier he's built around himself, another soft spot exposed ㅡ trusting you not to abuse it. As if you ever would ㅡ his trust in you is one of your most teasured things.
"Law?" He looks at you, taking in that wonderful smile he'd do unspeakable things to protect. "I'd love that."
#ㅡmine.#one piece x reader#one piece scenario#trafalgar law x reader#law x reader#ㅡanswered.#anonymous#–ml: law.#last post for tonight so i don't spam the tag wkdkdjd goodnight!
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Hello :D
How are you doing?
Your writings are just amazing!
May I please request a part two on how to win the girl? (If it's okay with you)
Thank you and have a great day/noon/night <3
A/N: omg i've had an unfinished part two sitting in my drafts for soooo long, thank you for giving me a lil reminder to actually finish it loool. it's rly short but i hope you enjoy!! <3
How to Win the Girl Pt. 2
Ominis x f!MC - NSFW/Fluff - 1.8k words - ao3
Part 1
Tags: Pining, First Date, Fluff, MC is Bad at Feelings, Ominis is a Romantic Little Shit, Pureblood Courting Rituals, Period Inaccurate Flirting
Summary: Following their tryst in an empty classroom, Ominis decides to make crystal clear his true intentions with MC.
“Ominis, you cheeky bastard — flaunting around your spoils of battle, huh?”
Ominis didn’t pause to indulge any of Sebastian’s teasing, though he couldn’t deny the immense satisfaction he felt deep down in being able to show her off as he carried her through the castle.
“Don’t be so chauvinist, Sebastian,” he said, biting the inside of his cheek to suppress a smirk.
Sebastian called out another sly retort that fell on deaf ears as Ominis continued down the hall, veering off towards one of the adjacent hallways that provided a shortcut for where he was taking her.
“Dragging me off to another abandoned classroom?” she asked, cheek pillowed on his shoulder. “You sure know how to make a girl feel special, Ominis.”
“Shush,” he chastised. “We’re almost there."
“You can put me down now, you know,” she said as he turned the corner on another empty corridor. “I think you’ve long accomplished your goal of publicly staking a claim on me.”
He grinned, the arm he had braced under her thigh only tightening. “Who said that’s my only goal? Maybe I just like you in my arms.”
Stubborn as ever, Ominis only set her down when they finally reached their destination, pausing at the bottom of the Astronomy tower’s winding staircase.
They laced their fingers together as they began their ascent up towards the uppermost platform, and though they’d held hands countless times before, it felt so terribly different this time. Intimate, yet strangely unfamiliar. There was a novelty to it, and it was almost like she was a fifth-year again, still fighting the nerves she got in her stomach everytime they interacted.
When they reached the top platform, she stilled completely at the sight before her.
Pillows and blankets were arranged around the middle of the room in such an inviting display she wouldn’t have minded spending the night there. There were little glowing candles charmed to float around the room, complimenting the dim orange light cast over the space from dusk bleeding into evening outside.
Her voice was uncharacteristically dazed when she finally spoke. “This is…this is really nice, Ominis.”
“Oh thank Merlin,” he sighed, letting out the breath he’d been holding in. “I was nervous it wouldn’t be the way I’d left it.”
She swallowed to clear the strange tightness that found itself in her throat, hoping her voice wouldn’t reveal just how moved she actually was by such a stark show of effort that he had put in for her. Somehow, the fact was just as thrilling as it was terrifying.
“Been planning this for a while, have you?” she laughed in a show of feigned nonchalance, following him further into the room. “Were you that confident you would beat me?”
“A lot longer than I’d care to admit,” he muttered, sheepish. “And like I said, I was confident my motivations were certainly stronger.”
She paused for a moment, her head tilting as she observed him. “You really do like me, don’t you?”
He shook his head, huffing out an amused laugh. “Did you only just now piece that together? And here I thought I was being rather forward.”
She couldn’t help but smile so hard her cheeks hurt, Ominis barely repressing his own grin when she laced her fingers with his and pulled him down to sit on the pillows he had arranged on the floor.
She kissed him then, slow and tender, as if in gratitude, as if she could pour every bit of emotion he made her feel into the kiss without being forced to say the words. It was almost too much, evidently even for him, and he inhaled sharply when she braced her hand on his thigh to lean closer.
He broke away then and she grinned, quirking a brow. “Don’t tell me you’re going coy on me now.”
“Never,” he murmured, brushing a thumb over her cheek. “But it’s not what I brought you up here for. I’ve already lost control of myself once, I’m not going to get ahead of myself a second time. I…want to do things right with you.”
“The world’s last standing romantic,” she teased, earning an eye roll from Ominis. “I have to admit, I’m disappointed you’ve become so righteous. I wouldn’t have minded getting shagged within an inch of my life again.”
Ominis’ features darkened at her words for a brief moment, but he shook his head, as if willing any imprudent thoughts away.
“Don’t tempt me, witch. I’m trying to be sweet for you,” he heaved a groan, running a hand down his face. “Also, I think Professor Onai would notice if I did what I really wanted to do to you on top of her pillows.”
“Good point,” she snorted. “Maybe she’s having a premonition about it now.”
“Well, I guess I can’t really be blamed then, can I?” he murmured as he suddenly leaned over her, pushing her down on the pillows so he could crowd her against the floor. “The threads of fate have willed it.”
She laughed, her giggles morphing into contented sighs as he peppered kisses along her jaw. She keened from the contact, squirming underneath him as she tilted her head back to give him better access, his lips dragging down the column of her throat. He gave a lingering open-mouthed kiss to her collarbone before he pulled away, smiling at the soft whine she gave his absence.
“I have something for you."
“If it’s anything other than what’s currently poking my stomach,” she said, squirming against him in demonstration of the stiffness she felt hidden behind his trousers. “I don’t want it.”
“Circe, you’re more insatiable than me,” he sighed, voice having grown strained. He reluctantly detached himself from her, sitting up. “You’re going to be the end of me.”
“Revenge for beating me so cruelly,” she smiled. “I’m a sore loser.”
“Keep provoking me and you’ll be sore, alright,” he murmured, pulling away to rummage through the shoulder bag he had brought with them.
She sat up on her elbows to watch him, tempted to instigate him even more. He granted her no chance to, however, as she was suddenly too preoccupied with the way her heart stuttered a few beats in her chest when he finally turned towards her again.
There was a small, dark velvet box in his hand. She stiffened immediately. As if sensing her unease, he cleared his throat, making some attempt at lightness.
“Don’t tell me you’re going coy on me now.”
She swallowed, sitting up. “Whatever it is, I won’t accept it.”
“Stop that,” he sighed. “You haven’t even seen it.”
“But I know what it means.”
“So what? You’re not a pureblood, it won’t matter to you.”
“But you are,” she murmured, voice suddenly tense. “I know what you’re doing, Ominis. This is the equivalent of a—”
“I know what it is,” he said, decidedly firm, as if this was something he’d spent a great deal of time considering. As if he couldn’t be talked out of it, especially not now.
She stared at the box in his hands for a long moment as if it was a grenade, and then at him, like he’d just bitten free the pin and was holding it between his teeth.
“I don’t understand.”
He quirked a brow. “Have I been vague about my intentions with you? I could’ve sworn I’d been very clear.”
“There might’ve been some blurred lines here and there,” she murmured, sheepish.
He deadpanned. “Then let me make this excruciatingly explicit—”
“Ominis…” she began, but he quieted her with a raised hand, as if already expecting her refusal.
“It doesn’t have to mean anything to you, I’m alright with that. Just accept it as a gift—”
“A courtship gift, you mean.”
“A gift,” he insisted, inching closer to present her with the box.
Despite his level-headed tone, his fingers trembled slightly when he opened it, revealing a delicately-wrought ouroboros in the form of a ring. A snake swallowing its own tail. An emblem of wholeness, of infinity, of…forever.
She swallowed hard and stared at the glittering silver for a long moment.
“Please,” he added in a whisper, almost inaudible.
She tore her eyes away from the ring to glance up at him, taken aback by the stark vulnerability she found so open-faced. She realized then just what he was doing for her. Flaying himself open, letting himself be exposed.
“People will think we’re engaged,” she murmured, taking the box in his hands despite herself. His shoulders immediately sunk, the tension stringing them up dissipating from his muscles.
“Would that really be so bad?”
She raised her brows at him and he smirked. “Only teasing you.”
She looked unconvinced. “Are you?”
“Yes,” he insisted, rolling his eyes. “I just…want you to know I’m serious about you. We’ll take this at your pace.”
“A heartfelt letter would have sufficed,” she said, holding her hand up to the dim light of the surrounding candles to examine the ring on her finger. “Christ, how old is this thing?”
She felt an array of mixed emotions about how nicely it looked on her, like its place was always meant to be there. Her nerves manifested in her fidgeting, twisting the ring around her finger until Ominis finally stilled her with his own.
“I’m not very good with words,” he said, bringing her hand towards his lips to place a lingering kiss to her knuckles. He ran his thumb over the ring, almost in awe at it being there, surreality shining in his eyes. “And it’s a couple centuries, give or take.”
She whistled, staring at the heirloom with widened eyes. “You realize a couple dozen of your ancestors are rolling in their graves at the moment, right?”
He shrugged, starkly unbothered. “Salazar Slytherin himself could manifest and bid against it and the ring would still only ever be yours.”
She stared at him for a long moment, narrowing her eyes. “God, fuck you.”
He sputtered, choking out a laugh. “What?”
“You really are the world’s last standing romantic,” she muttered, swatting at him when his lips pulled into a prideful grin. “I hope this is the full extent of any pureblood courting rituals you plan to enact with me.”
“You wound me,” he frowned. “And here I thought you would be positively thrilled about all the chaperoned strolls around the Manor I had planned for us.”
She laughed. “Only if the chaperoned strolls involve an unchaperoned detour towards some lonely corner where you can fuck my brains out.”
“You are incorrigible,” he tsked, feigning great offense, even as he pushed her down and towered over her again. “What am I ever going to do with you?”
“I have a few ideas,” she smirked and he shook his head, brushing his lips against hers.
“Trust me, I’ve endured enough years of pining to conjure up plenty of my own.”
#hogwarts legacy#ominis gaunt#sebastian sallow#ominis gaunt x reader#ominis x mc#hogwarts legacy imagine#hogwarts legacy fanfiction#ominis gaunt fanfiction#ominis gaunt x mc#hogwarts legacy ominis#ominis x you#ominis x reader#ominis x oc#fanfiction#ao3 writer#ao3 fanfic#fluff
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off the deep end. (06)
~(part six) the echoes of loss ~
pairing: rebel!felix x reader (f)
genre: non-idol au, post-apocalypse/dystopian au. wc: 20.8k
series rating: 18+ **minors do not interact**
chapter warnings: violent mature themes, explicit sexual content (consensual, unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), dom/sub themes), mentions of murder/death, oppressive government, fighting, weaponry (gunfire, knife use), injury, blood, vivid descriptions of nightmares, language, major angst as always, please lmk if i missed any!!
a/n: thank you all so much for your patience and continued support, it really does keep this story alive.<3 as always any feedback, likes, and reblogs are more appreciated than you know. i've been feeling a lil nervous to post this (what else is new lol) but im so happy to finally be able to share it with you. i hope you enjoy this one, its a bit of a doozy.♡♡
~series masterlist~
“Things become sweeter after they have been lost. When I finally grasped what I'd so desperately yearned for, it was turned to dust in my hands. And a small part of my mind remembers an alternate pattern of events, before I opened my eyes and returned to cold embrace of a reality in which I never truly belonged.”
Swallowed by darkness, he's stumbling backward but he isn't going anywhere. His mind isn't working correctly, isn't processing. His knees hit the ground and he closes his eyes but he can still see them. Misshapen faces, their expressions warped, disfigured, as they look through him. Right down to where the remorse festers in his guilt-ridden soul. He's delirious, on the verge of flight or fight. His chest constricts as he takes in shallow breaths. He tries to speak, to beg for their forgiveness. Yet its as if his lips have been sewn shut, his tongue far too heavy to move.
Instead, they speak to him in distorted voices that swell as he covers his ears. And suddenly they're reaching out, clamping icy fingers around his throat, pulling his hair, clawing deep scratches into his skin. They ask if he remembers their faces, what he's done to them, but how could he forget? Don't they know he carries it with him? Don't they know how it haunts him? He recoils, he fights to break free, but its no use. It never is. Even as his eyes wrench open, their grip lingers. A permanent reminder that they’re a part of him, and they always will be. Waiting for him there in the shadows every time he dares to close his eyes.
With a sudden jolt, his body shot upright from the hard wooden floor, covered in cold sweat that sent a shiver coursing through his frame. A shuddering exhale fell from his lips as he ran a trembling hand through his hair. A single tear traced a silent path down his cheek—a physical manifestation of the nightmare.
He blinked, taking in his surroundings.
Shadows danced across the walls as the faint glow of the moon filtered in through the boarded window above his head. As his breathing steadied, his focus began to sharpen. There, around him, lie the slumbering forms of his friends, his soul mates, the only people in the world he could trust. Each was nestled in their own corner of the room, soundly asleep, their tranquil faces untouched by the horrors that plagued his own mind.
And then, he glanced down to his side, to the figure closest to him.
You stirred, a slight pout forming on your lips as if your subconscious had somehow sensed his absence. His fingers twitched as he watched the slow, steady rhythm of your chest, and an unconscious urge fell over him to reach out and touch you. To reassure himself that this was real.
That you were real.
He eased his aching body back down onto the floor. You shifted closer, instinctively reaching out for him, and he welcomed the warmth of your touch.
Felix knew he’d have no chance at falling asleep again tonight, the clutches of the nightmare having left their mark on his consciousness. It was routine. He was used to it. So he lie there, still and contemplative, as his eyes trained to the ceiling. And it was in moments like these that his mind often drifted, the quiet solitude granting him the opportunity to reflect on his past and the individuals that had shaped his present.
Felix was born into a life stripped of control. He gritted his teeth when the devil’s symbol was seared into his back. He took lives when commanded—some innocent, some not—but he did it without question because it was all he’d ever been taught to do. Like second nature, he had grown numb to its weight. And in a twisted way, the sense of control that taking a life brought had become addicting to Felix. A fleeting illusion of power in a world where he’d always had none.
By the time Felix met Bang Chan, he had forgotten what it meant to be human, if he had ever truly known at all. He walked through life with a detached numbness. A hollow vessel, weighed down by the gravity of his sins. When Felix met Bang Chan, he had all but lost his soul. However it quickly became clear that Chan, despite being just a few years older than Felix, possessed the ability to help him find it again.
With the wisdom of someone far beyond his age, Chan became a guiding light for Felix. He instilled in Felix a moral compass, and although it might have been a broken compass that didn't function correctly all the time, at least it was there. At least Chan was there, to guide Felix back whenever the needle threatened to point in the wrong direction.
And so, in time, with Chan by his side Felix gradually came to realize that despite the desolation around them, despite the horrible things he had done in his life and the monsters who had forced him to do them, there would always be things worth fighting for.
Things worth fighting for, and people worth believing in.
Felix had never come across anyone with such innate passion for survival, until he crossed paths with Seo Changbin. A force to be reckoned with, Changbin was unapologetically himself. A fiercely loyal companion who challenged Felix to push beyond his limits—both physically and mentally. Changbin was the flame that reignited Felix's spirit, and through his unwavering support, Felix gathered the strength to keep moving forward no matter how hopeless things may seem.
Felix had never been particularly fond of loud noises, until he heard Han Jisung fill an empty space with laughter for the first time. In Jisung’s presence, Felix often found himself caught in fleeting moments where he could allow himself to be young, to feel free. He gained new experiences through Jisung, who had a way of weaving captivating stories and spinning enchanting tales that demanded the attention of everyone around him. Even if it was no secret among the group that many of Jisung's stories were fabrications, born from his own need to conceal the burdens he carried, that didn’t stop Felix from hanging on to every word. And sometimes, on sleepless nights when the lines between nightmare and reality blurred, when he felt himself slipping away again, Felix would replay those stories in his mind. He would imagine himself in Jisung’s place instead, and it helped.
Felix had never truly grasped the fragile nature of human life, until he was introduced to Lee Minho. Despite his awareness of Minho's skills as a trained healer, Felix was more than hesitant to let the boy from District 9 treat his wounds. His body bore a map of faded scars. Every mark served as a permanent reminder of the cruel nature of the world that had shaped him. The idea of relinquishing control, even to someone as capable as Minho, ignited a fire of reluctance within Felix. And so, instead of accepting his help, Felix chose to let his own cuts bleed as he observed Minho tend to the wounds of his companions. Countless times, he watched Minho’s patient hands move with a touch so delicate it was unlike anything he had ever witnessed before.
But this wasn't the only reason that Felix found himself drawn to Minho's presence. Because Felix came to realize that beyond his remarkable ability to mend physical wounds, Lee Minho also possessed a unique understanding of the intricacies of the human heart.
In Minho's company, Felix didn’t feel the need to maintain a facade of unyielding strength the same way he did with Chan. And whereas Jisung introduced Felix to fleeting moments of happiness, Minho taught Felix that it was okay to feel like he didn’t deserve them—that grappling with his self worth didn't make him weaker. Minho's impact on shaping his sense of self was profound. And it was because of this that Felix, who had entered the world without an identity, eventually came to find comfort in embracing Minho's surname as his own.
Lee Felix found himself captivated by the bond shared between Kim Seungmin and Yang Jeongin, a testament to the strength that comes from placing unwavering trust in another human being. Their connection stirred a repressed longing within Felix for a similar closeness, and Seungmin’s patient demeanor granted Felix the freedom to achieve it. To open up at his own pace, to learn to navigate the delicate art of trust on his terms. Seungmin asked questions with genuine interest, but he didn’t pry, he didn’t judge, and so he and Felix were quick to develop a bond of their own built on the steady foundation of mutual respect.
In Jeongin, Felix witnessed an innocence that he himself had been denied. Throughout his life, Felix had grown accustomed to the way others regarded him. Those he had targeted as victims consistently bore the same expressions of fear. And among the boys, despite their best efforts to conceal it, there was always an undertone of pity in their eyes when they looked to Felix.
But when Felix met Jeongin's eyes, he saw no traces of fear or pity behind them. Instead, he saw genuine admiration. And although the role of mentorship was not something Felix had ever sought, it was in the youngest member of the group that he discovered a newfound sense of purpose—the responsibility to serve as a guardian himself in a world where innocence was more than rare.
Lee Felix had never found comfort in a silent space, and he never understood people who did. People like Hwang Hyunjin, who could sit for hours underneath a gnarled oak tree with only the still air and a journal to keep him company. To Hyunjin, the silence was as much of an empty canvas as the pages in front of him, and he used it to sketch his thoughts in elegant strokes, capturing the faded beauty of a dying world. Hyunjin’s ability to create something delicate with his own two hands was a talent that fascinated Felix, who’d always had a tendency to overlook the intricate details of life.
Always restless, constantly on the move, Felix was a perpetual wanderer who trampled over flowers underneath his shoes, who paid no mind to the warmth of a summer breeze against his skin. Even the moon had once been nothing more than a distant companion to Felix, overshadowed by the need to keep moving to survive.
Until he found Hyunjin.
After fate led Felix to Chan, it brought him to Hyunjin.
Beneath an uncharacteristically clear sky on a sweltering summer afternoon in District 4, Felix found himself compelled to venture out in search of water. It'd been a few days since he’d last seen Chan after the older boy had embarked on a supply run that he'd insisted on making alone, so after leaving behind a small note in their usual spot, Felix set off. Determined not to stray too far, his steps were fueled not only by his parched tongue but also the need to keep his mind off of his growing concern for Chan’s absence.
It wasn't long before Felix found himself within a thick patch of vegetation, where he came across a small pond. And as he stood at the pond's edge, swiping the hair from his sticky forehead and debating on whether or not he was desperate enough to drink the murky liquid, a figure emerged from the brush on the opposite side.
A golden haired boy, injured and in desperate need of help.
Felix’s initial instinct was to take advantage of the boy’s vulnerabilities, to steal what he could from him and abandon him to his fate. But he was different now. He was no longer the person he once was. Throughout his time spent alongside Chan, Felix had learned how to reset his own compass. And so, with newfound clarity he cautiously approached the boy. Felix draped an arm around his waist, and in silence he helped support the boy's weight as the two retraced his steps back to camp.
That night, as the boy drifted in and out of consciousness, Felix’s knowledge of his background remained confined to a single detail. A name—Hyunjin. And as Hyunjin slept, Felix pressed two fingers to his neck periodically to make sure that his heart was still beating.
Felix thanked the gods he'd never believed in when Chan returned the following evening. Through a single shared glance between two kindred souls who had become attuned to each other’s thoughts, a silent conversation was held. Understanding passed between them, followed by a nod of approval from Chan that resonated deeply with Felix.
While Chan himself was no medical expert, his time spent navigating the districts had offered him a bit more understanding about basic healing than Felix—who had been trained solely in the art of taking lives, never saving them. Chan hastily took over Hyunjin’s care, making most of the limited supplies he had returned with. And that night, as the moon returned to bathe their campsite in a delicate silver embrace, as Chan monitored Hyunjin’s sleeping form, he shared with Felix the story of a place called Clé and a woman named Hira.
His words painted the picture of a sanctuary for lost souls, orchestrated by an arms dealer whose beauty shone through her scars. The corridors within Clé called out to those who believed in the possibility of an escape from their lives. However, its doors were not open to all seeking solace.
Hira selected her guests with a discerning eye, choosing to bestow her favor upon only the most physically alluring souls. And those deemed unworthy were turned away, left to return to the unforgiving terrain of the districts they so desperately wished to escape.
Individuals that did find themselves granted access to Clé were groomed to master the art of pleasure, sculpted and shaped to perfection through teachings that revolved around the art of evoking desire and temptation. And when Hira deemed them sufficiently molded by her touch, she would whisper them away to District 9, transported by armed guards to the heart of the Inner Circle—where their beauty would become its own form of currency, traded away to the leaders who governed its polished streets.
It was a journey that came at the highest of prices, demanding a sacrifice of dignity in pursuit of survival. A final attempt to slip free from the rusty chains of their current existence, only to find themselves imprisoned on the other side by a shiny new cage with an unbreakable lock.
It didn’t take long for Chan’s heavy eyes to fall shut that night, eager to embrace the welcome arms of sleep now that he was back where he belonged. But even as light began to flood the sky above, sleep remained elusive for Felix. He suddenly found himself gripped by an unexpected gratitude for his own past, for it had ultimately led him in the opposite direction from the sinister paths that snaked throughout District 9. And as he lie there pondering the twists and turns of fate, Felix found himself wondering if he would have meet Hira's standards, had he found himself seeking refuge within Clé. He contemplated whether or not he would ever have been deemed worthy of a destination such as District 9—a question that lingered within his consciousness for quite some time, even if he had no real desire to know the answer.
As the days turned to weeks, as Hyunjin's condition gradually improved, the duo became a trio. They fell into a seamless rhythm, trading roles and responsibilities without the need for explicit communication. Hyunjin effortlessly assumed the role of the heartstrings that held the three of them together. Each time Felix let his temper get the best of him, it was Hyunjin who went chasing after. Whenever Chan pushed himself beyond his limits, it was always Hyunjin who stepped up in his place. And as the weeks faded into months, as Felix came to know Hyunjin on a deeper level, it was as if a filter over his eyes had begun to lift. The once-overlooked intricacies of the world now caught his attention. Hyunjin intrigued Felix in a way that nothing ever had, and the shared curiosity between them prompted the two to weave a separate history of their own.
But it was a complicated history, one that struggled to withstand the pull of Felix’s dark past. Because whenever their friendship edged on evolving into something more, Felix would instinctively withdraw, grappling with his inner turmoil and the fear of exposing Hyunjin to the mistakes of his past. Hyunjin, too, harbored secrets of his own, which only added to the strain between them. And despite the tender moments that were truly good, they were both still so young. Too young to fully understand the complexities of love and life.
Too human, to comprehend the workings of fate and destiny, but still perceptive enough to appreciate the significance of what had brought them together. Which is why, even after it all came crashing down, spiraling far out of either of their control, the bond between them remained. A delicate bond, worn and frayed at the edges, was left lingering in place of something that could have been so much more. But it remained, nonetheless. Because Hyunjin had been there on nights when Chan couldn’t be. When Felix woke from unforgiving nightmares, drenched in sweat and overcome with fear, the golden haired boy was at his side in an instant to wipe away his tears and provide soft hums that lulled him back to sleep.
And so even now, in moments when his ears buzzed with silence, Felix continued to find peace in Hyunjin's presence. Because just as Chan had shown Felix the difference between right and wrong, between morality and depravity, Hyunjin taught Felix the true essence of living. To appreciate the colors of the sky when before he had only seen shades of grey. To hear the music in a quiet moment when there was no sound. To feel the warmth of shared memories through the ghost of Hyunjin’s touch, long after he stopped receiving it.
Hyunjin left a new kind of mark on Felix, a testament to the level of emotion he was capable of feeling. Which is why when Felix met you it was as if fate had given him a second chance to explore the depths of human connection. He built his walls like always—old habits die hard, or something like that—but this time Felix built them on a foundation that was just a little less sturdy.
A fraction less resilient than before.
Because in your eyes, he saw the reflection of the person he was still struggling to become—someone who had known darkness and pain but still managed to overcome it. You didn’t avoid his scars, you looked directly at them with understanding and acceptance in your eyes. And in the intimate moments when it was just the two of you, Felix felt a sense of belonging that he had never experienced before. Not even with Hyunjin, whose efforts to unravel his innermost layers had fallen short because there was a part of Felix that Hyunjin could never fully reach, no matter how hard he fought to.
But you, you soothed his burning skin with your touch, closed open wounds with every kiss, mended his broken soul a little further every time you spoke his name. Which is why this time, Felix wasn’t just letting his walls come down—he was tearing them down himself. Because in your presence, Felix had begun to develop the hope that some day he would be able to free himself completely from the darkness that had once consumed him.
And as he lie there beside you that night in Clé, Felix couldn't help but notice the way your fingers occasionally brushed across his form as if to reassure yourself that he was there. He shut his eyes, he recalled the gentle pressure of your hands through his hair just hours before, and as he relished in the comforting warmth of your body next to his, Felix felt himself begin to believe in the possibility of a different kind of love that wouldn’t end in loss.
For the first time in his life, Felix allowed himself to entertain the thought that maybe, just maybe, this time would be different.
The night was eerily still, save for the faint rustling of leaves outside as a gentle breeze slipped in through the boards covering the windows. You were lost in a comfortable, dreamless sleep when an insistent shake startled you awake. When your eyes snapped open you found yourself face to face with Felix, his own eyes wide and brimming with alarm.
“Hey, wake up,” his hushed voice reached your ears through the darkness, and despite the drowsiness that still clung to your senses, it would have been impossible to miss the urgency in his tone. “Something isn’t right.”
You sat up quickly, the familiar feeling of adrenaline beginning to flood your veins once again, erasing any lingering remnants of sleep. Felix draped the jacket you had been using as pillow around himself before promptly pulling you to your feet.
“What’s happening? Where is everyone?” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes with your free hand as you registered the emptiness of the room that had been full when you'd fallen asleep. Felix shook his head, his grip on your hand firm as he swiftly guided you toward the door. “They’re downstairs. We need to go.”
“What? Go where?"
“Anywhere but here, we need to go," he urged. Without further question, you hurriedly followed him down the dimly lit corridor. When your gaze briefly fell to the supply closet, your time spent inside with him earlier that night flashed through your mind, warming your cheeks. But the memory was quickly overshadowed by a shrill cry that pierced the air when you reached the top of the staircase.
Felix quickened his pace, mirroring the rising hysteria in the voice that grew louder with every step you descended. Your hold on him tightened when you registered the words it carried.
The same words. Two simple words. Repeated over and over again.
I'm sorry.
The source of the voice was revealed at the bottom of the staircase, where you were met with the sight of Yeonjun, kneeling on the floor in the kitchen. A handful of small candles flickered on the table, casting a warm glow across face—cheeks wet with tears, puffy eyes red and swollen as he looked up to where Hira stood over him.
Sensing your unease, Felix lightly squeezed your hand, urging you to stay put as he observed the exchange between Yeonjun and Hira.
"How could you?!" Hira’s voice erupted in sudden anger, her fury directed down at the crying boy. Her tone was chilling, ice cold, and the words that followed sent an electric shock drilling up your spine. “You’ve sentenced us all to death.”
Glancing to Felix, you held your breath as you watched his features darken. The look in his eyes reflected your own growing realization, and your suspicions were confirmed when Yeonjun's voice rang out again.
“They threatened me! They were going to kill me, and they were going to come back for you!" A sob caught in his throat, and he paused to swallow it down before continuing. “They promised to let us go..they said they wouldn’t hurt anyone..that they just wanted to talk to them, and I-I’m sorry! I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry, Felix."
When Yeonjun turned to look at him, Felix froze. His eyes went wide and his grip on your hand went stiff, leaving you with a sinking feeling in the deepest pit of your stomach.
Because not only did he know why Yeonjun was sorry, but he knew exactly who they were.
And so did you.
Movement against the far wall caught your attention as the thin curtain over the window was blown aside by a gust of wind. Through the open space, you noticed two round spots of yellow light in the distance. And Yeonjun's cries were drowned out by the frantic drumming of your heartbeat in your ears when you realized that they were headlights.
Time stood still as the fragile moment of solace you had found with the freckled boy last night was shattered to irreparable pieces. From the corner of your vision, you caught sight of Hyunjin as he came rushing in through the entrance to the kitchen. “They're getting closer, we need to go now!" His panicked words, along with your shared understanding of the situation, left no room for further hesitation from either you or Felix.
A fiery determination seemed to ignite within Felix when he began to move, dragging you with him. You lowered your head as you passed by Yeonjun and Hira in the confined space, however your heightened senses were immediately called back into focus when a cold hand clasped around your free wrist. Your movement came to an abrupt halt, causing Felix to do the same. With wide eyes, you lifted your head to him before shifting your gaze down to where Hira had claimed a vice-like grip on your flesh.
As her sharp nails dug into your skin, leaving deep crescent shapes underneath, her elegant features twisted into something unsettling—something outright disturbing, that grew even more pronounced when her lips parted to speak.
"This is your fault," she snapped. "I knew it was you from the moment I laid eyes on you. The resemblance..I never expected to see her face again..but you..you look just like her."
The scrutiny in her eyes held a flicker of recognition, as if she saw someone else when she looked at you—as if you were suddenly entangled in a history that you hadn’t been a part of writing. And your mind raced as you tried to make sense of whatever connection she could possibly believe that you had to her own past.
“I-I don't know what you're talking about,” your voice quivered as she took a step closer. When you tried to free your wrist, she fastened her hold, forcibly yanking you toward her.
"Felix-"
The freckled boy reacted immediately when his name fell from your lips. Dropping your other hand, he lunged forward in a single motion, prying Hira's fingers from your wrist with such force that she stumbled back, colliding harshly with the wall. Long strands of tangled hair fell into her face at the impact, but she made no effort to sweep them away as her gaze shifted from Felix back to you.
Her words hovered in the space between you, but before they could fully settle in your mind, before you got any chance at all to ask her what they meant, a single bullet fell in through the open window—striking Hira in the skull with lethal precision.
Blood splattered across the wall behind her, a few droplets landing against your cheek as her lifeless body slumped to the ground.
Every muscle in your body locked as your focus tunneled to the frozen expression on her face and the disturbing sensation of the warm droplets against your skin.
Yeonjun’s cries turned violent when he crawled over to take her into his arms. And as you watched him cradle her limp form, the world around you suddenly felt so distant that hardly any of it seemed real at all.
When a second bullet embedded itself into the wall at your side, Felix swiftly drew you into the shelter of his chest. His deep voice resounded through the air, rising above Yeonjun's as he shouted at Hyunjin to “GO!” assuring him that the two of you would be close behind.
Around you, Hira's guests began to flood the room from various directions—the common area behind you, the staircase up ahead—and as their eyes fell upon their fallen leader, their shrieks formed a chilling chorus that drove you to seek further refuge in Felix's chest. He covered your ears with his hands to shield you from their screams, his touch gentle even amidst the chaos.
“Princess I need you to move, we have to go now,” he pleaded, tilting your head to meet his gaze. And the effect was immediate. The unspoken promise in his eyes to keep you safe, the sound of his voice, coupled with with the caress of his thumbs as they swiped the blood from your cheeks—it worked. Felix brought you back to the present moment as you grasped hold of the fact that your survival, that his survival, depended on getting the hell out of there.
You managed a single nod, and Felix took it as your agreement. In an instant, his arms were back around you as he began to shoulder through the horrified guests in the room. When you stumbled free of the kitchen, he broke into a swift run, replacing his grip on your hand.
"Stay close," he instructed, and you responded with a firm squeeze to his hand.
Outside, the fresh air hit cold against your clammy skin, shocking you out of fear and replacing it with fierce determination to protect the boy whose fingers were interlocked with yours. The moon that you had depended on for guidance so many times before was shrouded in darkness tonight. Unfamiliar voices, gunfire, and the rumble of a single engine in the distance filled the air behind you, disorienting you further.
Around the backside of the building, flashes of movement revealed where the rest of the boys had gathered at the rover. “They’re closing in! We need to get out of here!” Chan shouted in your direction.
Felix lifted the motorcycle to a standing position, and while he ensured it was ready to go, you squinted through the darkness to count the bodies in the rover.
Seven.
There were seven, including Hyunjin, who had assumed his original place beside Jisung. When you settled down on the bike after Felix, he reached behind himself to secure your arms around his waist. “Don’t let go, I’ve got you," he affirmed. His voice carried steady strength, and there was a sincerity in his words that made you believe that he meant them—that he did have you. And that you would always be safe with Felix, even if it would never be possible for him to guarantee.
When the rover carrying the rest of the boys surged ahead, Felix followed suit. Positioning the bike at its side, he quickly took the lead in front of Chan who directed him to steer the chase deeper into District 6. It meant veering off course from the route you had originally planned to take to get to Miroh, but none of that mattered now.
The morning you’d spent planning for your journey inside Yellow Wood felt like it had taken place years ago.
The night you’d shared with Felix on the rooftop, a lifetime.
Guided by a single headlight, Felix navigated the dark terrain expertly. He mastered every twist and turn, every jolt and bump, with skilled precision. And as the ground beneath you transitioned from soil into concrete, the barren stretches of land suddenly gave way to remnants of civilization once again.
Above you, a passing cloud released the the moon, freeing it to cast long shadows across fractured pavement that led straight toward a city. An abandoned city, from the looks of it, as there was no flickering firelight in the distance, no glimmering lanterns—only a dark expanse. An oppressive, pitch-black void that radiated something menacing, as if warning you to stay away.
The wind stung against your face when you lifted it from Felix's back. “You know where you’re going?!"
His attention remained fixed straight ahead as he shouted, “Been here a few times! Not enough to remember it all but we might be able to lose them in the streets!” And then, in a single movement, Felix placed one of his hands over yours where they were interlocked at his waist. It was a small gesture meant to reassure you, that instead made you regret everything—the entire chain of decisions that had led you to this point. Because the thought of what would happen to him if you weren't able to outrun your fathers guards tonight was a burden that you couldn't fathom bearing.
Towering structures loomed overhead as the vehicles raced into the city, their windows like hollow eyes watching over you as the sounds from the pursuing guards resonated in the near distance. The guards were close, but Felix was fast. He weaved in every direction, attempting to use the crumbling structures to your advantage, and surely he would have succeeded in losing them amidst the ruins if it had just been the two of you on the motorcycle. But the layout proved to be an added challenge because wherever he went, Felix had to ensure that Chan would be able to get through behind you.
And if he could, then your father’s guards could too.
Rounding a corner as you neared heart of the city, the street you had been following was unexpectedly barricaded by a collapsed building, leaving you trapped.
With no way forward, Felix brought the bike to a screeching halt.
“Fuck we have to find another way. Hold on,” he muttered, maneuvering the bike around just as Chan and the others pulled up behind you.
"We’re never going to be able to outrun them!” Minho shouted, his eyes darting back and forth in search of the best sign of escape.
“Everyone get out! We'll go on foot!” Chan commanded. And the boys obeyed without hesitation, driven solely by survival. Because that's what it was—survival. If caught, your father's men wouldn’t let them live.
And every single one of you knew it.
Following your lead, Felix swiftly dismounted the motorcycle. He cast it aside before reaching for your hand again, and you didn't hesitate to take it as Chan directed the group toward a building with glass doors that had been shattered open, beckoning you closer.
Upon entering, you found yourselves within a vast, open space underneath a high ceiling supported by several white pillars that gave the place an air of importance. Moonlight streamed in through elongated windows overhead, casting silhouettes along the once-pristine interior. The pale marble beneath your feet was cracked at nearly every inch of its surface, rendering you unsteady.
In a race against time, you pushed yourself to run faster than you ever had, pulled forward the boy you would have given anything to protect. Ragged breathing filled the air as you closed in on a second set of doors at the far end of the space, but before you could exhale a sigh of relief, a sudden cry rang out from behind you.
Your eyes swept across the scene, instantly drawn to where Jeongin was sprawled on the ground a few feet away, clutching his foot as he hissed in pain. It was difficult to discern through the darkness exactly what had happened, until a single beam of moonlight caught on something shiny protruding from the worn out sole of his shoe.
A shard of glass.
Felix took a step forward but Chan was closer, quickest to reach Jeongin’s side.
“I can keep going,” Jeongin insisted through clenched teeth as Changbin joined Chan in lifting him from the ground. His arms looped around their shoulders, and he began to limp forward while Chan shouted at the rest of you to keep moving.
You turned to Felix and when his wide eyes connected with your own, a sinking feeling took hold over your entire body. “It’s okay, we’re okay,” he breathed. Yet despite his words, despite his best efforts to conceal his fear, the steadfast determination that had marked his expression only minutes before had vanished entirely.
In an instant it was as if if you could feel your undeniable fate settle in around you, ready to consume you whole.
Slowed down by Jeongin’s injury, the danger the nine of you faced had reached a critical point. And the realization that you weren’t going to be able to escape it dawned on you the very moment you emerged from the threshold on the opposite side of the building.
Felix was first of the group to make it out, followed closely by you with your hands still interlocked. The second you set foot onto the pavement, the entire area around you was flooded with a blinding burst of light.
Flashlights and a single set of headlights were switched on, causing your senses to reel. Your eyes painfully adjusted to the sudden brightness, and your feet skidded on the gravel as you instinctively sought refuge behind Felix, lifting your hood and pulling it low to shield your face.
The menacing sound of numerous firearms being raised echoed throughout the air as they took aim at you from every direction. And the severity of the situation escalated even further when a second rover came barreling around the corner to join the first—rendering you severely outnumbered, with virtually no chance at escape.
Felix made an effort to withdraw, stumbling as he pushed you behind him. “Go, go, go!” he repeated, desperately urging you to retreat back inside the building. But despite his insistence, fear rooted you in place.
Over your shoulder, you watched as Minho and Changbin swiftly raised their own guns, taking up defensive positions just inside the entrance, knuckles white against the weapon's dark metal. They stood at the forefront next to Chan, who met your gaze through the shattered glass doors that separated you. And although his stance was resolute, the sheer terror in his eyes was overwhelming.
“Enough! Stand down!” a bellowing voice ripped through the air without warning. It was a familiar voice, you had heard it before, however in your current state of alarm you couldn’t recall exactly which one of your father’s guards it belonged to.
Your eyes remained fixed on Chan, who responded by bravely stepping out through the doors with raised hands. He took a few tentative steps forward, positioning himself directly beside Felix in a subtle attempt to further shield your face from the guards.
When Chan addressed them, his voice was surprising steady. “We don't want any trouble, we’re just trying to survive.”
“You’re fugitives. You’ve already caused enough trouble,” the guard snarled in response.
You pressed your forehead to Felix's back, clutching his jacket as you wrestled with the conflicting thoughts in your head. Maybe, you thought, maybe if you revealed your identity and offered yourself up in exchange, they would let the boys go. But it was a fleeting thought, because deep down you knew they wouldn’t.
They wouldn’t.
And the understanding that you were completely and utterly helpless was enough to bring tears to your eyes. But it was nothing in comparison to what you felt when you registered the shuffling sound of approaching footsteps.
Your pulse quickened as Felix shifted, straightening his posture and positioning himself closer to you.
“Wait-” Chan's voice rang out with urgency as he tried to take a step forward, only to be shoved aside by the barrel of a gun held by an unseen guard.
And then, without warning, Felix was suddenly wrenched from your grasp in a heart-stopping display of brutality.
The guard that seized him spun him around violently, and panic rose hot in your throat when his hand pressed down on Felix's head, driving him to his knees.
Without turning around, Chan motioned frantically for Minho and Hyunjin to lower their guns.
"Looks like we've got ourselves a bargaining chip," the guard taunted. His comrades snickered around him as he raised his gun and pressed the barrel against the back of Felix's head, tapping it a few times before resting it still.
Felix winced as he glanced up from his position on the ground. His eyes immediately found their way to yours, and the shimmering emotion in them hit you like a devastating blow.
"P-please, don't," you choked out, completely ignoring the fact that—aside from your hood—your face was almost entirely exposed. But your plea fell on deaf ears as the guard failed to acknowledge you. His index finger dropped to hover over the trigger, a sadistic smirk spread across his lips, and your stomach churned violently in response.
Felix was going to die.
The freckled boy with the stars in his eyes was going to die, and there was nothing you could do to stop it.
Well, maybe one thing.
Your trembling hands moved of their own accord, lifting to meet the thin fabric of your hood. A surge of alarm coursed through your veins when a second guard's voice rang out, "You there, freeze!"
Felix's expression dropped, pleading with you through the silent connection of your eyes to reconsider.
Chan didn't utter a single word, but you felt him tense beside you.
You tuned them all out.
With a shaky breath, a heavy heart, and all but one of the guards' guns now pointed in your direction, you lowered your hood. And in the fleeting moment before your face was fully revealed, you mouthed the words "I'm sorry" to Felix, hoping he would find some way to understand.
Hushed murmurs rose around you, filling the air. The guard who held Felix hesitated as he studied your face. His gaze was firm, eyes unblinking, as he traced along your features. His expression gradually shifted from uncertainty to recognition. And he smiled. He smiled—a sinister curl of his lips. Because he knew that by dragging you back to your father, he would secure a life of unimaginable wealth and resources—far beyond what anyone in the outer districts could ever imagine.
The instant your eyes met, a wave of recognition surged within you as well. Because although you'd never bothered to learn his name, his face, along with the devilish glint in his eyes, had been imprinted into your memory ever since the night of the raid. When he had whisked you away from the grand hall, separating you from Felix then, too.
The guard opened his mouth to speak and you instinctively reached for the knife in your waistband, bracing yourself for whatever was to come. But you would never get to know the words that fell from his lips, as his voice was instantly swallowed by the deafening crack of a gunshot that ripped through the air.
The guard beside him was struck, collapsing to the ground in a heap.
“What the-"
Whoever said it, you couldn’t be sure.
You ducked down, instincts urging you to seek cover as a shower of bullets began to flood the air. When you lifted your head, you witnessed Felix waste no time in engaging the guard in a desperate struggle for control of the gun. You shifted, driven by the desire to help him, but it was almost as if he had anticipated your thoughts when he called out for you to “stay down, y/n!”
Crouched on the ground with your hands above your head, you watched in awe as he overpowered the guard with surprising skill—moving with a fluidity that told you he had done this countless times before. As soon as he gained control of the weapon, Felix used the blunt end to deliver a blow straight to the guard's chest, sending him tumbling to the ground. He cocked the gun with a polished flick of his wrist, and the fallen guard raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.
With a single, split-second glance back to you, Felix turned and pointed it at the man’s head with chilling certainty.
And you looked away, burying your face in your hands, when he pulled the trigger.
The next think you knew, the next thing you remembered, Felix was at your side—arms encircling your upper body, a warm hand on the back of your neck. And although you thought you might have heard his voice reach out to you, thought maybe your name had fallen from his lips, it was impossible to make sense of anything over the ringing in your ears.
Summoning the courage to peer through your fingers, you finally gained the opportunity to grasp hold of the situation as it played out before you.
Your eyes fell upon three figures, each armed with heavy weapons of their own, atop three stocky animals. Their presence suggested that the initial gunfire hadn’t come from any of the guards or the boys. And your jaw dropped when you glimpsed a flash of red hair.
Yeonjun.
It was Yeonjun, flanked by two unfamiliar individuals that you could only assume to be more of Hira’s people, seeking revenge for their fallen leader.
Their arrival had thrown the entire situation into an unexpected twist, offering momentary relief for you and the boys. But the relief was short lived, because although Yeonjun and the others had secured the element of surprise, they too faced the critical disadvantage of being outnumbered.
Huddled over you, Felix let out a gasp as his own eyes locked with Yeonjuns.
"Get out of here, Felix!" Yeonjun's strained voice pierced through the chaos.
Felix froze in disbelief, visibly astonished.
You tugged on his sleeve, but he remained motionless. You tried to speak, but no words came out. Time seemed to grind to a halt, and for a moment, it was as if it would never start again.
Until Chan's strong grip took hold of your arm.
"Come on!" he urged, determination filling his eyes as he pulled you with him. Felix, still dazed, stumbled to his feet beside you, and the three of you sprinted into the building, heartbeats pounding in rhythm with your steps.
Even after you'd made it inside, Felix's reluctance to leave Yeonjun behind was evident. You broke free from Chan's grasp when you noticed that he had come to a stop behind you. "Felix, we need to go," you pleaded as you rushed over to him, grabbing his hand to try and pull him with you.
"It's okay," you continued. But it wasn't.
"They'll be alright," you added. But they wouldn't.
"Please, Felix," you implored, "I need you." And it wasn't until your trembling voice cracked with raw emotion on the final word that Felix finally yielded to your insistent tugging.
As soon as he gave way, your feet were in motion again. Together, you hurried through the building and emerged on the other side where your vehicles awaited. And you didn't even remember climbing onto the bike, but suddenly you were there, clinging to Felix for dear life as he revved the engine. With one last glance—first in the direction you had come, then down to you—he gritted his teeth and followed Chan’s lead.
As vehicles accelerated and sped off, your thoughts remained with Yeonjun and the others you had left behind. Fear transformed into guilt, a resounding guilt, that settled deep within your bones, intensifying further with every gunshot that pierced the night behind you.
You willed your eyes to remain open, determined to keep the trailing rover in your vision.
As the abandoned city dissolved into another terrifying nightmare, the memory of the first night you’d spent on the bike with Felix tugged at your heart. It left behind an ache that had you feeling like the foolish girl your father had called you once. Because that’s what you were—foolish, for allowing your feelings for Felix to develop in the way that they had.
Tonight’s close call had ripped away any illusion of control you thought you might’ve you had over your own emotions. If things had taken a different turn, if the guard had so much as twitched his ready finger and his loaded gun had fired against the back of Felix's head, would you have been able to deal with the aftermath? If you had lost Felix would you have been able to cope with the weight of his absence? To live with yourself after?
And what did it mean if you couldn’t?
You’d watched him shoot a man with raised hands tonight, and it should have frightened you—the ease with which he’d aimed the weapon and pulled the trigger. It was a stark reminder of the darkness that existed within him, but when his eyes met yours in that split second before he’d done it, they held an unmistakable air that his actions had been driven by a need to protect you. To protect you, and the rest of the boys, and so it only made you cling to him tighter. Because Felix didn’t need words to express that he was driven by a commitment to do whatever it took to ensure the safety of those he cared for—which you were now more than certain included yourself, too. A realization that left you torn between the undeniable feelings you had developed for him and the fear that you had crossed a line you were never meant to cross.
You couldn't escape the magnetic pull of his presence, yet you were acutely aware of the reality that hung over your heads. The circumstances, the world you inhabited, it was all designed to keep you apart. You knew it. He knew it. And not only did it force you to confront the painful truth that your relationship with Felix could never progress beyond its current state, it had you questioning whether or not your paths were even meant to cross in the first place.
It was an overwhelming thought, one that brought tears to your eyes for the second time that night.
When the first signs of dawn began to streak the sky above, Felix released his steady grip on the throttle. Chan caught up, and a signal passed between the two, prompting them to pull over nearby.
As the boys scrambled out of the vehicle, you caught sight of their expressions filled with shock and disbelief as they grappled with the weight of the close call. Chan raked his hands through his hair after his feet landed on the hard earth. “Too close, too fucking close,” he muttered, his words mirroring the thoughts in all of your minds.
Jisung dropped to the ground, Changbin tilted his head to the sky, Hyunjin leaned wearily against the rover, and Jeongin remained seated inside—gripping onto Seungmin as Minho examined his injured foot.
You stepped down from the motorcycle on unsteady legs, a residual effect of the adrenaline that had coursed through your veins during the escape. Felix dropped the bike with a loud thud, startling you when he spun around and placed his hands firmly on both of your shoulders. “Are you okay? Are you hurt? Fuck, are you okay?” his words tumbled out in a rush, eyes darting up and down your figure.
You nodded frantically as your trembling hands peeled back the edges of his jacket to check for signs of injury. “Did you..A-Are you…” your voice shook, rendered speechless by the violent rush of emotions inside you.
When Felix spoke again it was barely above a whisper. “I’m okay," he reassured you, taking gentle hold of your hands to guide them away from his body. You searched your palms for any signs of blood but they were clean—they were clean, and yet the compulsion to keep checking for hidden wounds persisted.
“-Princess. I’m okay,” he repeated. And your actions drew the attention of the others but you paid no mind. As if the world had narrowed down to just the two of you, you were suddenly overwhelmed with the desire to tell Felix everything that had been gnawing at the edges of your consciousness. Starting with the fact that you would have thrown away any chance at saving the world tonight in order to keep him safe. Because nothing in your life had made sense before Felix. And you were certain that if the world were to take him from you now, your spirit would turn restless inside your bones—cursed to wander forever in search of what you had lost.
“-What the fuck happened back there?!” your thoughts were interrupted by Chan, his voice yanking you back from the edge of vulnerability you were about to tumble over. “Hira wouldn’t have turned us in to those guards, I know she wouldn’t have,” he added, brows knitting together as he wrestled with his desire to comfort Jeongin and his responsibility to discover the truth about what had just taken place.
Felix swung his gaze around to meet Chan's. “Hira is dead,” he stated flatly. “And you’re right, she isn’t the one who turned us in. It was...Yeonjun," he gulped, hesitating at the mention of the orange-haired boy.
“What?” Chan stammered. “H-how...and Yeonjun? He saved our asses back there. Why would he do that if.."
Guilt.
Although he did not say it out loud, Felix was certain it was the reason. Because he saw it there tonight, unmistakably present in Yeonjun's eyes. And Felix knew all too well that, for some, the mere thought of a lifetime plagued by guilt after making the wrong decision could be far more terrifying than death itself.
“They shot Hira, before we even made it outside,” Hyunjin chimed in. “I just can't wrap my head around how Yeonjun managed to double-cross us. It makes no sense. He was with us the entire time.”
“-Until we went to sleep,” Changbin interjected. And the group fell silent. A thick, uncomfortable silence, broken only by soft muttering from Minho’s direction as he tended to Jeongin’s foot.
“So what, you think Yeonjun left to track down those guards after we went to sleep?” Jisung stood, joining the conversation. "How would he have known they were out there? We never told him we were running from them."
Chan's focus sharpened as he considered Jisung's words. “Felix..” he started, his tone cautious. “After we were separated from you and Hyunjin, how long was it before Yeonjun found you?”
"I dont know, maybe an hour?" Felix replied.
“What if Yeonjun came across the guards during that time?" Chan's voice was steady as he held the group's attention. "What if after Yeonjun left us with Hira, he was confronted by the guards? What if they threatened him and coerced him into admitting that he had seen us and knew where we were headed? Then they released him to find you two. He eventually brought you back to Clé, and they tracked his movement, waiting until nightfall to-”
"-Wait a minute,” Hyunjin asserted. “Now that I think about it, Yeonjun was acting a bit strangely on the way to Cle. And maybe you would’ve realized it too, Felix, if you weren't so preoccupied with.." as he trailed off, Hyunjin's dark eyes met with yours, causing your breath to catch in your throat. He looked as if he had more to say, but before he could continue, he was interrupted by a sharp cry of pain from Jeongin.
The boys immediately abandoned the conversation, rushing to the side of the vehicle. You shifted on your feet, hesitating to join them because on some level, even after everything that had happened tonight, you still felt like an outsider.
Sensing your reluctance, Felix turned and met your eyes with a wordless invitation that urged you to come closer. Drawn by the invisible thread that seemed to connect the two of you, you positioned yourself between him and Jisung. As you stood between them, you couldn't help but notice how Felix shifted just a fraction closer to you. And although he kept his focus on Jeongin, you soon felt the gentle pressure of his shoulder against yours.
Inside the vehicle, Minho's inner conflict played out across his features. His gaze shifted rapidly between Jeongin's pale face and the sliver of glass firmly lodged in the sole of his shoe. “I can't just leave it embedded,” he voiced his concern aloud, directed at no one in particular. "It could lead to infection..I just can’t tell how deep its gone..”
Seungmin’s expression grew more strained as Jeongin squirmed uncomfortably in his arms. “What if you make it worse by trying to take it out?”
“We don’t really have a choice,” Minho responded, his medical instincts wrestling with the reality of your limited resources.
Chan’s fingers tapped an anxious rhythm against the side of the vehicle. "We should at least try to sterilize the area to buy us some time."
“Time for what? Everything we have is here,” Minho snapped, whipping around to face Chan as he gestured to the surrounding bags of supplies.
Next to Chan, Hyunjin's expression furrowed as he glanced from Minho to Jeongin. “We aren't that far from Yellow Wood. We could go back, let it heal, and try again for Miroh when-”
“-If we sit still for too long now, they'll find us,” Minho stressed. “Besides, if we can actually make it to Miroh there might be medical supplies there that aren’t shit. But getting there will take days, and we can’t afford to leave it untreated for that long,” he added.
“T-take it out,” Jeongin whimpered, "Please, I can handle it." His gaze shifted across the faces of each of the boys, his trust in them evident even despite his pain. And when his eyes landed on you, your chest ached with the realization that he looked at you in the exact same way, with the same level of trust.
Chan leaned into the rover, placing his hand gently on Jeongin's shoulder where he offered a reassuring squeeze. "We're going to take care of you, okay? Just hang in there." His gaze shifted to Minho and a wordless exchange passed between them as the rest of the group shifted even closer, forming a tight circle around the vehicle.
As the boys began to offer their own words of encouragement, Minho glanced up, his piercing eyes locking hold of yours. “You. You have some medical training right?”
“Dude she has a name..” Jisung grumbled from beside you.
Minho shot him an irritated glance, clearing his throat before addressing you again. “y/n,” he pronounced your name with a sour undertone, as if it left an unpleasant taste on his tongue. "Do you or do you not have any medical training?”
He wasn't wrong to assume you would, given your background. Your father had always prioritized combat skills over healing, but you'd been given a fair share of private medical lessons too. And even if it was a limited amount, your knowledge of the subject undoubtedly surpassed that of any of the other boys.
Eager to help Jeongin in any way you could, you nodded. Minho motioned for you to join him inside the vehicle, and the protective glare that Felix shot his way gave you a much needed boost of confidence as you sat down beside him.
Minho gave you a brief rundown of what he needed, his instructions clear and concise. In preparation, he handed Jeongin something to bite down on. And as he began, you couldn't help but admire the way his practiced hands moved.
As the wound became more apparent, you felt a slight twinge of unease. The quantity of blood was surprising, but upon closer inspection, you were relieved to find that the glass hadn't gone nearly as deep as you'd anticipated.
Jeongin's face contorted in pain as it was carefully extracted from the thin sole of his shoe and, subsequently, his foot. You worked in tandem with Minho, assisting with whatever you could, and the collective breath held by the group seemed to release in sync with the shard's removal. Minho held it up, allowing it to shimmer in the morning light before setting it aside.
As he moved on to stitch up the wound, the process felt excruciatingly slow. Your attention shifted back to Jeongin, cradled securely in Seungmin's hold, and you couldn't help but notice the way his hands clenched and unclenched against the seat beneath him. Without thinking, you reached to take the hand that was closest to you. His fingers relaxed as they laced with yours, and you could feel the warmth of his gratitude when he briefly opened his eyes to meet your own.
When you glanced up to Seungmin, he gave you a soft nod of approval over Jeongin’s shoulder.
After Minho had finished stitching the wound, the boys' attention gradually began to shift toward their next steps, driven by a shared sense of relief now that Jeongin's discomfort had been temporarily eased.
You remained fully absorbed in helping Minho clean up—so focused that you barely caught the murmured "thank you," that came from where he sat beside you. You paused, convinced you hadn’t heard him correctly, until he added in a slightly louder tone, "You have a steady hand, y/n. You'd make a good medic."
Taken aback by his sudden appreciation, your eyes followed him as he stood. "Anybody seen any water?" he asked, scanning the vehicle's interior. Changbin handed him a canteen, which he promptly passed over to Jeongin.
After ensuring that Jeongin was as comfortable as possible, with the unexpected compliment from Minho still ringing in your ears, you stepped down from the rover.
Your eyes immediately found Felix, leaned against the vehicle with a soft smile playing at the corners of his lips. He took a step, but before he could close the distance between you, Jisung was at your side. “Nicely done, District nine. I knew you’d come in handy,” he grinned, giving you a solid pat to the back.
And then it was Chan’s turn to steal your attention. "y/n can you come look at this?" You swiveled around and he motioned for you to join him and Changbin where they had the map spread out across the hood of the rover.
When you turned back to Felix you found Hyunjin at his side, effectively blocking your view. With a small, resigned exhale through your nose, you made your way over to stand beside Changbin.
Chan asked for your help in determining the best route to take to get back on track—where your father’s guards would be less likely to follow. After thorough examination of the map, and a collaborative discussion between the three of you—with the occasional interjection from Minho—you reached a consensus.
After what had happened last night, crossing into more challenging terrain was deemed well worth the risk by all of you. And so the decision to alter your route was unanimous. You would head in the direction of a mountainous region that spanned across District 5, as it would make tracking your movements far more difficult.
With a plan in place, you glanced back at the motorcycle where Felix was now seated, tying his hair back.
He looked up as you approached. "You sure you don't want to go with them instead?” he asked, nudging his head in the direction of the rover. “You can sleep in the truck," he added.
You ignored his suggestion, making your choice known when you swung a leg over the bike and settled down behind him. You drew him closer, gently wrapping your arms around his waist. “I’m not tired, and i don’t plan on going anywhere,” you mumbled into his shoulder.
"But-" Felix began to protest. He turned to face you, but the words caught in his throat when you leaned in at the same time—your closeness catching him off guard.
“Just drive, Lix.” Your voice was soft, a murmured exhale against his lips. And you looked up to meet his eyes before pulling back to settle into his form.
A pink blush crept up to his ears as he twisted around, glancing over his other shoulder to where the boys had piled into the rover a few feet away. “Yeah, right.." he stammered, eyes following the rover when it took off from your side, leaving a trail of dust in its wake. And a faint smile crossed your lips as Felix cleared his throat before manipulating the throttle and setting the bike into motion once again.
After several hours of uninterrupted travel, muted rays of buttery light filtered in through the clouds above as the sun began to set. The ground beneath you was etched with crevices and jutting stones, creating a labyrinth of rocky terrain that stretched on endlessly.
In the dying light, you found yourselves in search of shelter once again. Not necessarily because you couldn't keep moving at night—if anything you thought it would be smarter to travel under the cover of darkness—but every single one of you was beyond exhausted, and it showed.
It showed in the subtle swerve of the motorcycle when Felix's head dipped, snapping back up when you called his name. It showed in each set of drooping shoulders and even in the gradual slow of the vehicles, as if they too were struggling to keep up the pace.
On that particular evening, luck seemed to be on your side when you came upon a cave nestled snugly between a cluster of natural rock formations. With the vehicles secured just outside the entrance, the group collectively made their way inside.
Upon entering the cave, you were greeted by a cool, refreshing environment, a stark contrast to the toxic haze that loomed over District 6. Flashlights flickered on one-by-one, casting their light upon the walls to reveal a spacious chamber. Felix and Chan immediately set about the task of creating a fire and it wasn't long before the flames began to dance and crackle before their eyes. At the other end of the space, the uneven ground converged into a single pathway that drew your attention and you watched as Hyunjin, Changbin, and Jisung gravitated toward it.
Beckoned by your own curiosity, you glanced back to Chan who shot you an inquisitive look before tossing you his flashlight. "Don't go too far, yeah?" he cautioned, and you nodded in agreement.
Trailing the boys, you sensed the familiar weight of a pair of eyes on your back, following your every move until you slipped out of sight.
The narrow passage came alive with rhythmic footsteps and the occasional murmur from up ahead, mostly Jisung. The sound of trickling water drew your attention and around the corner, a sudden widening revealed an open area where the rocky floor dipped down into a large basin, filled with crystal-clear water. It was a miniature oasis of sorts, a natural spring lit by glowing blue bioluminescence that lie nestled within the depths of the cave. The water's surface sparkled beneath a crevice in the ceiling through which you could see the moon.
The boys rushed forward, cupping their hands to sip the cool water, splashing it across their faces and arms. When you bent down to fill a canteen from your backpack, you were caught off guard by the sudden sight of your reflection in the water’s rippling surface.
A layered film of dirt and sweat clung to your skin, deep shadows had formed underneath your sunken eyes, and your once-tamed hair was now in complete disarray. It would have been a harrowing sight for anyone from District 9 to see themselves in such a state, and yet, oddly enough, you liked the way you looked like this. A raw version of your former polished self, without the vibrant makeup and suffocating clothing that had always left your skin feeling itchy and irritated. Stripped of the insincere smile you had been forced to wear throughout your life, you looked like you. A bit worn out, sure. But you embraced it wholeheartedly because it was the first time you truly felt as if you belonged among the boys.
As your eyes swept back and forth, another presence began to emerge from your appearance—your father. Subtly etched into the lines of your face, the shape of your nose, the color of your eyes—almost as if your own features were mocking your attempts to distance yourself from him. Because he was there, and he always would be. You could run from him as much as you liked, forever even, but you would never be able to escape your own reflection.
When the boys stood, you did the same, gaze lingering on the water's surface for a last second. Turning to leave, you were surprised to find Jisung waiting a short distance away. The blue tint cast a beautiful glow against his face, accentuating the gentle curve of his cheeks and the warmth in his eyes. The metal piercing in his eyebrow glinted in the faint light. "We can stay a bit longer, if you'd like," he offered.
There was an attractive sincerity about Jisung that had always intrigued you, but your eagerness to leave behind your reflection overpowered the allure. With a subtle shake of your head, you let out a small “’s okay," followed by a tender smile which he returned.
You moved at a slow pace, shoulder to shoulder, guided by the light from your flashlights as you winded back through the passage. Jisung kicked a pebble, and your eyes followed its movement. After a subtle clearing of his throat, he eventually broke the silence. "It was really cool, what you did for Jeongin earlier.”
You shrugged, inadvertently meeting his eyes. "I didn't do much...just followed what Minho told me."
Jisung responded without hesitation. "Yeah, but I know it means a lot to Jeongin. And to Minho, to finally have someone who knows what they’re doing that can help him."
"Does it? Because I think he kind of hates me.." your brows knitted together, and a gentle smile tugged at Jisung's lips.
"Minho doesn't hate you, he's just cautious," he said, returning his gaze back to the path ahead. “And I know he might come off as distant, but there's more to him beneath the surface."
Beneath the surface.
You were no stranger to what lay beneath that surface. Because your connection to Minho existed whether either of you wanted it to or not, born from the shared roots of District 9. And along with it came a shared understanding of a part of the world that, out of the nine of you, only you two could truly comprehend.
“Just give him some time, he’ll come around,” Jisung continued, accompanied by a sympathetic smile.
"Thanks, Ji. I really hope you're right.”
As soon as the nickname escaped your lips, Jisung’s expression dropped. A range emotions crossed his features. His eyes held yours for a moment, and within them you detected profound longing, tinged with traces of sorrow and grief. Unspoken, but undeniably present.
"Ji," he chuckled softly, a sad sound. "No one's called me that in a really long time."
"Well it suits you," you offered, scanning his face.
His eyes took on a glossy sheen, and his lips curled up into something bittersweet. "Yeah, I guess it does," he replied. After a moment, he blinked away the emotion and shifted the conversation. “So..want to tell me what the hell's been going on between you and Felix?"
Your foot caught suddenly on a rock, and you reached out instinctively for Jisung to steady yourself as heat flooded your cheeks. "I-uh..what about us?" Your gaze nervously darted away as you stumbled over your words.
A wistful grin tugged at the corner of Jisung’s lips. "Come on, I'm not blind. I've noticed things, you know? Subtle glances..the way he looks at you."
“Why does everyone keep saying that?” you questioned, recalling when Chan had told you the very same thing in the forest outside of Yellow Wood.
I’ve never seen him look at anyone the way he looks at you. Never. Not anyone.
Jisung chuckled lightly in response. "Well, usually when everyone notices the same thing, it means there's some truth to it," he mused.
"Or maybe everyone's just reading too much into it."
"Whatever you say," Jisung shrugged. "I guess we’re just not used to Felix looking at anyone in a way that doesn't suggest he wants them dead. Usually he's..Well by now I'm sure you know how he is."
"Yeah," you affirmed, "I know how he is. The second time we ever spoke was while he had a knife pressed to my throat."
“He what?"
"Long story," you said. Although, in reality, the story was actually quite simple. And you'd never held it against Felix. After all, what else was he supposed to do when he'd come face to face with the daughter of the man who wanted nothing more than to see all of them dead.
"That reminds me," Jisung started, twisting the flashlight around in his hand. "I always wondered how you guys met.”
"He didn't tell you?"
Jisung shook his head vigorously in response. "Let's just say every time one of us would bring it up he'd turn bright red and shut down the conversation immediately, usually by fleeing to the rooftop."
You laughed at the mental image of Felix escaping in embarrassment whenever the topic of your first meeting was raised. "I guess it is a bit complicated.”
"You know..someone told me once that sometimes things are complicated because we're afraid of what's simple," Jisung replied.
You brought your bottom lip between your teeth as you considered his words. A comfortable silence settled between you, and you didn’t feel the need to respond.
The conversation concluded as you returned to camp. Felix looked up immediately upon your arrival, his eyes briefly meeting yours before glancing away. "See what I mean?"Jisung leaned over to whisper into your ear. A knowing smile tugged at his lips, and he winked at you before his steps carried him away from your side.
With a playful roll of your eyes, you walked over to Jeongin and offered him the canteen you had filled with water from the spring. His face brightened, although the weariness remained etched into his features. After taking a few generous gulps, he returned the canteen and nestled closer to Minho's side. The older boy's presence seemed to provide him with a sense of security as his eyelids drooped and he drifted off to sleep.
Across the fire, the rest of the boys rummaged through a sizable bag of supplies in search of anything to alleviate their hunger for the night. You found a quiet spot to claim for yourself. Sinking down against the cavern wall, you brought your legs upward as hushed chatter began to fill the chamber.
Felix couldn't help but steal a few glances in your direction as he tended to the fire. A sharp pang of jealousy resonated throughout him when he watched the way your eyes followed Jisung's reaction to something Changbin said, a wide smile forming on your lips in response to his infectious laughter. Felix didn't need to wonder what you thought of Jisung. Of course you liked him, it was impossible not to. And he couldn't even blame you for it because it was only natural that someone like you would be drawn to someone like Jisung.
After the group had eaten and settled in around the fire, Chan took the opportunity to share his first memory of Hira. He depicted her as a neutral force—neither entirely good nor entirely corrupt—but someone whom, for whatever reason, he'd always felt that he could trust.
When he'd finished, Chan passed the conversation to Jisung who proceeded to share a story about a mishap he and Seungmin encountered last winter, during a supply run in the same abandoned city you'd crossed through last night. The story involved a ridiculous chase through the streets, with Jisung somehow ending up as the hero. But Seungmin couldn't resist chiming in. "Hold on, hold on," he raised a hand with a sly grin, "Let's be real, less than half of that actually happened.”
Jisung responded with an exaggerated roll of his eyes, a playful retort forming on his lips as he prepared to continue the banter. Before he could, Felix chimed in. "Making things up again, Han? This sounds a lot like the time we all found out you can't actually tell edible plants from poisonous ones,” he teased. His eyes shimmered in the firelight, and when he smirked you couldn't help but appreciate the way it accentuated his canines.
Jisung let out an exasperated gasp. "I told you I was still learning!”
"I threw up for a week straight after you insisted it was safe to eat those purple berries! I thought I was going to die!" Seungmin exclaimed, failing to control his laughter.
Jisung threw his hands up in defeat. “Who even needs to know which plants are safe to eat when you can just charm your way into getting free supplies?" A sly grin fell across his lips but it vanished when Changbin added, “That only happened once, and wasn't it Hyunjin that actually did the talking? Pretty sure you just stared at your feet the whole time because you couldn't even make eye contact with the girl.”
Changbin’s response elicited chuckles from the entire room, yourself included. With a dramatic huff, Jisung turned and lie down on his side with his back to the group. He feigned annoyance, but was unable to hide his own amusement as his shoulders shook with gentle laughter.
After the excitement died down, Minho's soft-spoken voice broke the silence. He recalled a late night conversation with Jeongin not too long ago that had unexpectedly evolved into a heart-to-heart about their shared fears. When he was finished, he glanced down in fondness at the sleeping boy nestled against his side.
You leaned your head against the rock, allowing your eyes to close as Hyunjin began to share about a distant memory that involved his mother, with whom he'd spent some time in a cave like the one you found yourselves in now—before they had gotten separated. As he spoke, you tried your hardest to recall just one single memory of your own mother, but you were unable to move past a particular phrase that continued to linger in your thoughts.
You look just like her.
And then it hit you. A sudden blow, like a dagger straight to the heart.
What if Hira hadn't been speaking in general terms, about a woman from her past that you resembled.
What if she had been referring to your mother.
Your eyes snapped open and your posture straightened away from the wall as you tried to put it all together in your mind. You'd stopped asking questions about your mother a very long time ago, due to the anger that rose within your father at the faintest mention of her. He refused to speak about her, and so you had created a simplified narrative of your own—that she had been plucked from the residents of District 9 to marry your father for her social standing and wealth. But what if there was more to her, and your own origins, than you had ever thought possible.
Felix, who had been lying with his hands behind his head a short distance away, picked up on the change in your demeanor. Concern flickered in his eyes as he sat up.
"Hey, you good?" Chan's voice echoed from across the room as you realized that the rest of the group had fallen silent, their attention now fixed on you.
You managed a soft smile in an attempt to mask the intensity of your thoughts. "Yeah..just tired."
"Maybe its time we all get some rest," Chan responded.
As his suggestion was met with a general consensus of agreement from the group you cast a glance back at Felix. The fire's dwindling glow traced his features with delicate strokes, accentuating the furrow between his brow and the subtle tension in his jaw, before the flames were extinguished by Chan.
Ten minutes, twenty, an hour.
You tossed and turned repeatedly as restlessness consumed your mind, preventing you from succumbing to the fatigue that gripped your aching muscles. When soft snores began to fill the darkness, envy stirred within you at the boys' ability to find solace.
Maybe they were just desensitized to it all—the constant brushes with death, the daily ritual of having to bury their fears again each morning when they woke. Maybe with time you would grow used to it too. But tonight, the weight of it all, combined with the mystery surrounding Hira's final message had left you without any chance at falling asleep.
And although you didn't want to admit it, the notion slowly crept into your mind that the only reason you had gotten any sleep at all the past few nights was because of Felix. Especially last night—his steady heartbeat, protective embrace, and the comforting warmth of his body heat lulling you into a sense of security.
Maybe he wouldn't notice if you inched a bit closer..Just so you could manage a few hours..
A frustrated sound escaped your lips as you banished the thought, because it wasn’t fair to rely on Felix to chase away the darkness when you couldn't bear to face it alone. He had his own battles to fight, his own burdens to carry, and if he was going to drive the motorcycle then he probably needed the sleep more than you anyway.
Your eyes failed to adjust to the darkness when you sat up. Cut off from any sense of place and time, the air around you suddenly felt so thin, so scarce, making it difficult to draw in a steady breath. Your skin prickled as if tiny insects had begun to dig their way into your flesh, and you couldn't get it out of your head.
All of it.
Your mother, nothing but the faded memory of a woman with a face you hadn't known long enough to remember. Your father, with a face you would never forget, because it chased you in your own reflection. Hira's lifeless stare, empty and cold. The knowing look in Yeonjun's eyes when you left him behind to die. And Felix, who, even with a loaded gun pressed against his head looked to you as if your safety would always be far more important to him than his own.
“It gets easier with time."
You jolted, startled by a sudden voice that broke the silence.
“Falling asleep, I mean. It gets easier with time,” he repeated. His tone a calm and steady contrast to the turmoil in your mind.
"Then why are you still awake?" you remarked, lowering your voice to a whisper to keep from disturbing the sleeping boys around you.
Felix let out a soft sigh. His gentle breath mingled with the darkness that enveloped you both, and you sensed movement as he sat up somewhere close by.
“I didn’t say it gets easy, just easier. Besides..” he paused, a long pause. Hoping you wouldn’t be able to sense the struggle he faced to keep his emotions in check. "How am i supposed to sleep when you're breathing so heavily…it's distracting," he finally settled on. And you couldn't help but scoff at his feeble attempt at masking whatever it was that he actually wanted to say.
As the silence stretched on, the uncomfortable sensation of needing to escape your own skin grew unbearable, driving you to your feet.
"Where are you-"
"-The dirt, the sweat, the blood, I need to get it off. I just need to get it off." Without waiting for a response, you fumbled through the darkness. Your fingers met the coarse stone wall at your side, and you trailed along it as soft footsteps began to echo from somewhere behind you.
Cool mist fell against your skin as pitch-black was steadily replaced by calming blue. In the soft ethereal glow, you stepped over to the waters edge where you lifted your shirt and slipped out of your pants. All the while, your senses were acutely aware of Felix's presence behind you, his watchful eyes glued to your backside. He could have chosen to let you wander off alone, but some part of you knew he couldn't resist. And selfishly, you liked that.
When you entered the water it rippled around your waist. The coldness sent shivers throughout your body, but it was invigorating. A welcome sensation against skin that seemed to burn tonight. You took a deep breath, letting the weight of the past twenty four hours wash away when you submerged yourself beneath the surface. The water welcomed you into a desensitizing embrace and for a moment, only as long as you could hold your breath, the unpleasant images in your mind and your fears surrounding the war outside were replaced by complete and utter silence. Nothing at all.
You resurfaced facing Felix. His eyes trailed up and down your half naked form, lingering a bit too long on the places his hands always went first. Your heart skipped a beat when you realized that he was approaching. When he lifted his shirt, you couldn't help but take the opportunity to glance over the contours of his sculpted abdomen. He let himself down into the water and the soft splashes of his movements filled the silence between you.
“Maybe you should just…stay over there," you mumbled, averting your gaze from his chest.
You wanted him close, that you couldn't deny. But hours had passed since last night, and your panic had since died down—giving way to frustration once more. And it wasn't even about him nearly losing his life, it was about how that near-loss had stirred a depth of emotion within you that you could no longer control. You were frustrated with him for almost getting killed again, something that (this time) he'd had absolutely no control over. But you were even more frustrated with yourself for letting it affect you in the way that it had.
Felix raised his hands defensively, abiding by your demand to keep some distance. When he sank down into the water, the tips of his hair skimmed the surface.
"Princess..you alright?" his sudden inquiry caught you off guard. It was his tone, laced with genuine concern, that caused your heart to pound beneath the surface of your calm exterior.
No, I'm not alright.
Nothing about what happened last night is alright, you thought.
"Yeah, I'm managing," you said.
His lips curved upward, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Managing, huh? Guess you’re tougher than you look."
You rolled your eyes, a smile tugging at your own features when you responded. “And you? What about you?"
"I've been through worse,” he trailed off. A veil of shadows fell over his features and suddenly, Felix felt miles away. Worlds apart, as if he had been transported to some distant realm of memories that he would have given anything to forget.
“Chan told me a little..what you’ve been through is more than most people could handle, you know?” you hesitated, questioning if it was the right decision to acknowledge your awareness of his past. But the divide between you had always felt easy to bridge in moments like this, when it was just the two of you. Sometimes leading you to forget that it had even existed at all.
"He shouldn't have said-"
"-But I'm glad he did," you interrupted. "And I might not understand it all but I do know know that none of it is your fault, Felix."
Felix let out a bitter scoff, a defensive edge to his tone when he responded. “You don't know anything,” his eyes flickered back to you, and in them you saw a glimpse of the pain he carried beneath. When you took a step forward he retreated with a single stroke of his arms in the water—a reflexive withdrawal.
And then he sighed heavily, noting the subtle trace of hurt in your expression at his retreat. "I'm sorry..it's just..thinking about it, talking about it, its not easy for me."
“It’s okay,” you offered, making a conscious effort to ignore the compulsion to reach out and wrap him in your arms. To reassure him over and over again that he didn’t deserve the things he had been through. To make it clear that, in your eyes, Felix would never be to blame for his past.
Felix cleared his throat, his desire to avoid the subject prompting him to redirect the conversation. “What was that earlier with you? Around the fire."
Unsure of how much to reveal, you hesitated again, mindlessly tracing shapes on the surface of the water. "I think..there might be the possibility of a connection between my mother..and..Hira.”
Felix's expression transformed as he scanned your face in bewilderment. “What? What kind of connection?"
“Hira said I looked just like 'her', Felix, and I don't know why but I can't shake the feeling that she was talking about my mother."
"You think Hira knew your mother?” his mouth fell open, he looked at you as though you had completely and utterly lost your mind, and you really couldn't blame him.
“You heard her, you saw the way she looked at me," you pressed.
“Look, princess,” he insisted, drawn closer when he noticed the trace of sadness in your eyes at the mention of your mother. “I know Chan talks about her like she was a saint, but the woman was a lunatic. She didn't have any idea what she was talking about half the time, so don’t overthink it. Hira dealt with people from the outer districts, and she never went to District nine herself. It’s impossible.”
"Yeah..you're probably right." Mimicking his earlier movement, you lowered yourself in the water until it enveloped your shoulders.
After a moment you drew in a breath. When you went to speak, Felix did the same. Your words collided in the narrow space between you, and he chuckled softly, a warm sound that filled your ears. “You first,” he said.
"Today was..” you paused to recollect your thoughts, pursing your lips in concentration.
“I know,” he sighed. “It was a close call. We don’t have to talk about it.”
“Yes we do,” you asserted. “We should. I don’t know how any of you do this. Its like one minute everything’s fine and the next.." you let out a frustrated exhale before continuing, “And then they're just able to sleep like nothing happened?! Its like you’re all fearless.”
Felix's lips quirked into a small, sympathetic smile as he inched closer. “Fearless? Nah, its just survival, princess. You get used to it, you learn to move forward." His voice lowered before he added, "Even when you’re afraid.”
As you considered his words, you found yourself studying his eyes in search of a glimpse of his inner thoughts. Had Felix felt fear today when he was leading the chase from the guards? When Jeongin was injured? When the cold metal of the gun touched his skin?
“I wish I had that kind of strength,” you admitted.
“You’ve got your own kind of strength," he began. “You're here aren't you? And you had no problem revealing yourself to those guards last night. Why did you do that?"
You felt your cheeks warm as you looked down, gliding your hands through the water. "Isn't it obvious?" When he didn't respond, you sighed, glancing up to meet his eyes again. “I just thought that maybe it would buy all of you a chance at making it out of there alive."
"Exactly. And every single one of them recognizes that,” he stated, nudging his head in the direction of the passage that led back to the sleeping boys.
“But it still doesn't mean they trust me, right? Still doesn't guarantee that they ever will?" you returned, raising a single eyebrow.
Felix rolled his eyes, and when they reconnected with yours you held his stare, narrowing your gaze. "I shouldn't have said that," he muttered.
Felix was incredibly difficult to read, most of the time, but something about the sincerity in his tone and the pause in his speech made you believe that he really did regret what he’d said that night in Yellow Wood, about how the others might never trust you.
"No, you shouldn't have. But it’s okay." You shifted closer, and with the distance between you now almost nonexistent, even the atmosphere felt alive—charged with pulsing energy, as the water flowed like an electric current between you, prompting you to reach up and drape your arms around his neck.
As if your actions had given him permission, his own hands instantly found their way to your waist. Your legs lifted to wrap around him and the water responded with soothing ripples around your bodies.
With you in his arms, Felix stood. He waded backward until the backs of his knees hit the edge of the spring where he settled down against a makeshift seat embedded within the natural contours of the rock.
Straddling his waist, you brushed the hair from his neck and laid your head down in its place. Splaying a hand against his chest, you felt for the steady strength of his heartbeat beneath your palm. And you stayed like that for quite some time, drifting in and out of a light sleep as he traced idle shapes across your back.
After a while, your eyes fluttered open. “Lix?”
“Yeah?” his voice was a low murmur in your ear, soft and attentive.
“Promise me something?” you breathed.
Anything, he thought.
“What is it?” he said.
"Promise me you’ll try to be more careful from now on? Because..I don't think I could handle it..if..” you lifted your head from his shoulder as the words hung between you like a fragile, fragile thread. The confession was like a heated blade in your throat, searing it raw, and you let it burn. Because you couldn’t bring yourself to say the words that followed, paralyzed once again by the weight of your unspoken feelings.
But you didn't need to say anything further, because to Felix, it was obvious what you were implying.
I need you.
Your words from last night echoed in his mind. He remembered how desperate you sounded, how you'd pulled him with you as if your life depended on it.
He searched your face in a desperate attempt to understand how someone like you could ever be so concerned with the safety of someone like him. And he wondered if it was because, perhaps, you still couldn't see it—the stains of the choices he had made, etched into his soul. He wondered if he had allowed himself to become too wrapped up in his own feelings, creating a version of himself in your eyes that was far more forgiving than the truth.
When silence between you grew, his lips parted slightly as if he wanted to speak.
In another life, one in which Felix saw himself differently, he would have promised to be by your side for as long as you wanted him there. He would’ve kissed you deeply, and he never would have let you go.
In another life, it might have been the moment Felix realized that he was meant to love you.
But in this life, in this harsh reality, a silent battle raged on inside Felix—torn between his selfish desire for you and the instincts that kept him alive. He knew he couldn't promise you a life without danger, and he certainly couldn't guarantee you his survival. But goddammit Felix wanted nothing more than to swear that he would do everything in his power to try and stay alive. For you.
Overwhelmed by his feelings, your close proximity, and the fact that last night he had been come closer to death than he had in a very long time, Felix surrendered to that powerful, selfish desire.
"Yeah-" the word caught in his throat, as if he was afraid of what came next. Cupping your face with one of his hands, he added, "I promise.”
You closed your eyes and leaned into his touch, embracing the warmth of his palm against your skin and the reassurance in his grip.
"Besides," you started. “You can’t leave me alone with them. I'm pretty sure Minho and Hyunjin would plot to kill me in my sleep or something.” A soft giggle escaped your lips, and Felix couldn't help the wide, toothy grin that spread across his face at your attempt to lighten the mood.
“Please, Jisung would never let them,” he returned. And your raised eyebrows prompted him to continue. "I'm serious, in fact Jisung would probably prefer to have you all to himself," he insisted. And then, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, Felix gave a sudden squeeze to your ass with both hands that caused your eyes to widen.
"Oh really? Is that so?" Your fingers lightly traced a pattern on his bare chest as he hummed in agreement. "I don't know..maybe I should ask him myself just to be sure. You think he'd like to join us?" With a teasing smirk, you released your hold on Felix, stepping back down into the water and turning to face the direction you'd come from. Cupping your hands around your mouth, you began to call out "JI-"
"-Shhhh," the water splashed when Felix lunged forward. His arms encircled you from behind, grazing the underside of your breasts as he captured you in a sudden embrace. And a squeal escaped your lips when he pulled you with him beneath the water's surface. Coming up for air, you retaliated with a splash that sent a wave of water in his direction. His laughter echoed off the walls, deep and genuine. It was a sound you hadn't heard before, and yet, it felt as if you had been craving it for a lifetime. Soft crinkles formed around his eyes, and you wove another precious memory of the freckled boy into your mind.
Felix shook the water from his hair before catching you again. Your arms naturally reclaimed their place around his neck, your legs came back up to wrap around his waist, and the water rippled around your shoulders.
As you held each others eyes, his amusement gradually gave way to a more thoughtful expression.
“You know," he began, "Jisung..he uh..lost someone once. I think that’s why he’s like that with you, I think you remind him of her."
His words carried solemn weight, offering a touch of insight into why Jisung had trusted you from the very beginning. And a simple “Oh” was all you could manage in response, your heart breaking at the thought of Jisung carrying such pain beneath his hopeful, kindhearted exterior.
“But he’s better now, he's come a long way since then, mostly thanks to Minho,” he added. His expression revealed the traces of another painful memory, before he willed it away.
With you still in his arms, Felix reclaimed his spot against the edge of the spring. Perched just above the water's surface with his back supported by the rock and his legs dipping into the soothing water.
And while you considered his disclosure about Jisung's past, you realized that you had never truly known loss. You had forgotten your mother—had no memories of her touch, her scent, the sound of her voice—and because you had never really known her it had been a relatively easy loss, if any ever was.
You had lost Jisoo, but it was a different kind of loss—a choice you had willingly made that you hoped you would come to forgive yourself for some today.
But the mere thought of being forced to lose the boy with the stars in his eyes was crippling. You couldn't bear the thought of those stars fading away, because he looked to you like you were the one that had put them there. And it terrified you that some day he would pay the ultimate price for it, leaving you behind to grapple with a new kind of loss that you weren't sure you would have the strength to overcome.
"What?" Felix said, catching the intensity in your eyes as your fingers reached to play with the hair at the back of his neck.
“You almost died today," you stated. "For real this time."
His expression furrowed, and a gentle crease appeared on his forehead before gradually easing away. "Well..yeah," he shrugged, "I'm still here, though."
Here. With you.
You shifted underneath his stare, trying to reach a more comfortable position. Your hands found their way to one of his, guiding it to rest in your lap where you played with his rings absentmindedly.
Sensing your restlessness, Felix gently ceased the movement of your hands when he intertwined his fingers with yours.
“I don’t know how to do this,” you blurted. “And I'm scared, Felix. I'm scared that I’m too weak to handle it. That its going to get all of you killed.”
Felix frowned slightly before drawing you closer. “We all have weaknesses, princess," his eyes fell briefly to your lips before continuing. “Chan wants to save the whole goddamned world, and he gets so wrapped up in it that he forgets to take care of himself, too. Han—Jisung, I mean, trusts too easily. And Minho doesn’t trust enough, even when he should. Changbin is reckless as hell, if you think I’m bad, you should've seen him when we first met. Jeongin doesn’t want to hurt anyone, so he hesitates in situations where it puts his life at risk. And Seungmin is too damn smart for his own good, and he knows it, so his confidence gets the best of him sometimes."
He shook his head and you brought a hand up to swipe the stray droplets of water that fell down onto his cheeks, fingertips mapping out the constellations painted underneath. He closed his eyes in response, tilting his head as he welcomed your touch.
A brief, heart-pounding silence hung between you before you dared to speak again. “What about you, Felix? What’s your weakness?”
The freckled boy tensed beneath you. His jaw clenched, and for a long time he held his silence. Just when you began to brace yourself for the possibility that he might not respond, his eyelids gently lifted. His hands rose to cup your face, one of his thumbs traced your upper lip, and in another life you would have stopped him from saying the words that followed.
“You, princess. My weakness is you.”
You blinked, opening your mouth just to close it again. When Felix leaned in closer, you turned your head, causing his lips to lightly graze along the side of your jaw. "I thought I'd already be dead, if it were up to you," you mumbled.
“I shouldn't have said that..either," he stated. And when he pulled back to meet your gaze, there was a familiar intensity in his eyes. Felix looked to you like he did every time he wanted to fuck you, but there was more behind it now.
"You did say it, though. You said it, and you meant it," you pressed.
But you were wrong.
And it was driving Felix insane.
Because he was well aware of the simple fact that he should have meant it. That it should have been easy for him to hate you. After all, he'd never had a problem directing his disdain toward the world and its inhabitants. But there was something that stopped him from casting that hatred upon you. No matter how hard he tried.
"I wanted to mean it," he breathed.
And it was on that night, sheltered deep within a cave on the outskirts of District 6, that you realized what the others had meant when they spoke about the way Felix looked at you. As his deep brown eyes bore into your soul, they spoke volumes about the complexity of his feelings, far more than words ever could. That night, your feelings intertwined with his, and you did nothing to stop it. Shared vulnerability bled into deep affection and for the first time you chose to overlook the danger that came with it.
“Its driving me crazy, pretending I’m okay every time you get hurt. You do realize that, right?” you exhaled, reaching for the fading red handprints on his neck. But Felix intercepted your hand before it could make contact with his skin. Bringing it up to his lips, he kissed it softly.
“I’m sorry," he leaned in to press another open kiss your shoulder. It was gentle, it felt good, so you let him.
“I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” his warm hands trailed up and down your back, chasing away the chill that had settled over your body, so you let them.
Felix knew he wasn’t good for you. He knew you deserved someone like Jisung, who would be able to bring out the best in you without even trying. Someone like Chan who you could grow with. Or Minho, who would challenge you to reach your full potential. But Felix was none of those things. Instead, he was selfish. Selfish, and pathetic, and cruel. And despite the fact that he knew it, despite the fact that he hated himself for it, he just couldn’t help the feeling he got every single time you looked at him like he was the only one you wanted.
Felix hated every part of himself, except for you.
"Tell me we shouldn’t do this,” you kissed him. A gentle kiss, pressed lightly to his bottom lip.
"We shouldn't," he exhaled against your lips.
"Tell me you mean it," you pleaded.
"I can't," is all he said.
And it was all you needed to hear.
You met his lips again and Felix eagerly fell into the kiss. He slid his tongue in your mouth and swiped it against yours, causing a breathy moan to escape you. His hands wandered up your sides where he squeezed lightly. Your teeth clashed, and when you pulled away for a breath he chased your lips with his own.
“Never again, remember?” you whispered, dragging your fingers along his temple, pushing back his hair.
“When I said that I didn't mean..I-I just meant that.." his eyes fell to your lap as he trailed off, making you aware of the slow grinding motion your hips had begun to trace against the growing bulge in his underwear.
A small sound of pleasure rose in his throat when you added pressure to your movement. You leaned in, your noses brushed, but before you could kiss him again Felix threw you off by widening the gap between his legs.
"What're you…"
“Use me, princess. I don't see anything wrong with that, do you?"
You hated the cocky expression he wore when he flexed the muscles of his thigh. You hated it, and before you knew it you were straddled around his left leg, silently cursing the thin material of your underwear as it was the only thing that separated your pooling heat from the bare skin on his thigh.
The gasp you let out turned to a whimper as he took hold of your hips and began to guide your pace, bobbing his leg underneath you. When your eyes fell to the obvious tent in his underwear, you pulled one of his hands away from your body to press his own palm down against it.
"Touch yourself, Felix. I don’t see anything wrong with that, do you?”
His breath hitched when you squeezed the hand over his bulge, and your pace slowed as you watched him comply. Bringing his hand up, he shoved his underwear down just enough to take out his hard cock, such a pretty cock, with a pretty pink tip. And you fought the urge to run your tongue along it—to taste the salty release.
Felix leaned back, locking eyes with you as he began to stroke himself, making your aching pussy involuntarily clench around nothing. When he bucked his hips up into his fist, you hissed at the sudden movement of his thigh. Your eyes followed the slow motion of his wrist, and as his thumb began to circle the tip, you decided that you couldn't fucking stand it anymore.
You leaned over and forcefully turned his head, placing a sloppy, wet kiss to his already parted lips. A rumble escaped his throat, and sweet, husky moans filled your mouth when you replaced the hand on his cock with your own.
It wasn't enough. It could have been, you knew you were close. One more flex of his thigh, a few more swipes against your sensitive clit, would have you tumbling over the edge. But his cock in your hand would never compare to how it felt stuffed inside your pussy.
Felix let out another low moan that turned into a chuckle when he watched the way your glossy eyes followed your hand as it moved up and down his throbbing length. "You know, you’re more than welcome to sit on my cock princess, if you think you can control yourself."
“Do you think you can control yourself if I don't let you touch me while I do it?" you managed.
Felix smirked in response, a dangerous smirk, dark eyes full of lust as he raised his hands dramatically before setting them down at his sides. And then your fingers were in his hair, trailing down his body, drawing a path with your touch. You pulled yourself back over to straddle his lap, and Felix moaned louder than you did when you pushed your panties to the side and sank down onto his thick length. Without giving yourself time to adjust, the burn from the stretch had you struggling to catch your breath, dizzy with pleasure.
Felix kept his hands at his sides as his hooded eyes trained to your chest. Sensing that he wanted to touch you there, you slipped out of your bra, cupping your breasts to tease him. He watched intently with his tongue between his teeth, and when your walls fluttered around him he let out a deep growl as his cock pulsed inside you.
Your fingers followed his eyes when they dropped down to where your bodies met—to your clit, where you began to rub lazy circles, causing his hands to twitch at his sides.
When he noticed the bulge in your lower abdomen, visible proof of how deeply he was buried inside of you, Felix thought he was going to lose his mind at the sight. His head fell back, and his Adam's apple bobbed as he tried to keep from painting your walls with his cum right then and there.
He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was a calm sea of black in place of the stars.
“I can feel how bad your pussy wants me to touch you, angel.” When you opened your mouth to protest, he stole a kiss from your lips, swallowing your words before continuing. “To wrap my fingers around your throat,” you shuddered when he brought a hand up to your neck, but he didn’t make contact with your skin. Instead, he used the hand to reach around and grab a fistful of your hair at the roots. You let out a whimper when he jerked your head to the side before leaning in to whisper against your ear. “To fuck you dumb on my cock.”
You moaned again and a strained “fuck” fell from his lips when you shifted in a desperate attempt to feel him move inside you. When he let go of your hair, you dropped your head to his neck, and your hums mixed together in a symphony of pleasure as you began to rock your hips. Shamelessly giving in to your body's desire.
“Ah shit, just like that," he groaned, squeezing his hands into fists where they hovered at your sides. The twisting pressure in your core had you whimpering into the hot skin at his neck, “touch me, touch me please,” and Felix wasted no time. He roughly grabbed your hips and slammed himself up into you, shushing the soft cries that spilled from your lips as a result. "Such a good girl princess, gonna let me take care of you now?"
You nodded, preparing for him to thrust into you again, but Felix did something unexpected instead.
He lifted you up over the edge of the spring, and you clung to him as he laid you down on top of the clothing you had shed before getting into the water. It provided a barrier between you and the cold surface of the ground, and once he was satisfied and made sure that you were comfortable, he ripped your panties off and dragged the flushed tip of his cock back to your entrance, parting your folds.
And Felix thought it was cute, when you looked up at him with big shiny doe eyes waiting for him to take you. So sweet, so innocent. And something about it made him want to ruin you until you cried, just so he could be the one to wipe your tears.
"Don't forget who owns this pretty pussy, sweetheart," he growled hot against your ear as his cock pressed at the entrance of your needy hole. You let out a pathetic whine when he stopped his movement.
"Please, it hurts," you begged, squirming underneath his hold as your release leaked out around his tip.
"Tell me who owns this cunt, and I might just give you what you want," he huffed.
Your nails dug into his skin, tears pricking at your eyes as you whimpered, “Y-you do."
“C’mon baby I know you can do better than that. Say my name, sweetheart.”
“F-Felix...you do Felix, please,” you gripped his shoulders tighter, fingers passing over rough scars on the skin underneath.
“Thats right,” he hummed, easing himself into you at an excruciatingly slow pace.
“Does that feel good?” he chuckled at the way your hips greedily met his. When he bottomed out, you pulled him down into another heated kiss just to feel more of him. And then he began to thrust, moving his hips at pace far too slow for your liking as he relished in the feeling of your tight walls sucking him in.
“S-so good, Lix, harder please. I can't-" Your back arched, your eyelids fluttered closed, and Felix had to bite his lip to keep from losing it at the sight.
“Yes you can," he purred, leaning down to whisper into your ear. "You begged for it like whore. So be a good girl and take it like one, hm?" And then without warning, Felix picked up his pace, drilling into you faster, deeper, harder.
You let out soft sobbing noises that he muffled with kisses—kisses along your jaw, down your neck, to your collarbones where he sucked and nipped at the skin. The marks he left behind would be covered by your clothing tomorrow, but they would be there, and only Felix will know it.
One of his hands snaked up to grab at your tits, then down to your clit where he pressed the pad of his thumb. He began to draw gentle circles, pushing you that much closer to your orgasm. And you didn't even try to hold back the loud moans of pleasure that escaped you as his thick cock bullied deeper into your cunt.
"'m fucking close, Lix-”
Felix was too, in fact he certain he wasn't going to last ten more seconds if you kept clenching around him. “I know-shit” he cursed under his breath, “But you’re going to hold it just a little bit longer for me.”
He pulled out with a deep groan and you let out a noise of protest at the sudden lack of fullness. "Shhh, I know but I haven't even gotten to taste you yet,” he muttered, shifting down to lower his face between your legs.
“Oh fuck-” your eyes shot open when you felt hot breath against the inside of your thighs. Your hands found their way to his dark locks, pressing his face into your cunt, and it was almost embarrassing how quickly you came when his broad tongue collided with your clit.
The pleasure was overwhelming as the orgasm ripped through. Felix continued to lap at you, collecting your arousal on his tongue. You cried out his name, over and over again, because you had forgotten everything else. And within seconds, before you had even come down from your own high, Felix was pumping his cock over your pulsing heat. He emptied himself on your pussy, against your folds, the warm sensation making you hiss.
After he had painted the most intimate parts of you with his cum, Felix took his fingers and spread his release over your overstimulated clit, making your legs tremble. And it took everything he had to fight the possessive urge to collect it on his fingers and push it inside your spent hole.
When the stars faded from your vision, you looked up to find him staring down at the mess he'd made. Eyelids half-open, lips parted in a daze. You reached down to collect some of your shared release onto your fingers and sat up to swipe it across his swollen lips. And then you kissed him, tongues meeting to taste the mixture of your releases. You pulled him back down without breaking the kiss, and he held himself up on shaky arms as your lips moved. Slow and passionate, wet and sloppy, as you inhaled each other in.
When the kiss broke, Felix pressed one final peck to your forehead before collapsing at your side, reaching over to pull you into his chest.
"You okay, princess?" his warm breath tickled your ear and you hummed in response. “Shit that was…you're so fucking hot."
"Never again though, right?" you teased, burying your face in his neck. Felix smiled softly against your hair, his chest shook with gentle laughter, and a sense of familiarity washed over you.
As if that very moment had repeated countless times before, in every single lifetime.
You stirred as the first rays of dawn found their way into the cave. Blinking away the grogginess, your body slowly became aware of the weight draped around you. Felix was still soundly asleep and you hesitated to disturb him, but the sudden need for fresh air pulled you gently from his hold.
With cautious steps over the rest of the sleeping boys, you made your way outside, momentarily taken aback by the bright golden rays that bathed the landscape. The sun's presence, without the usual cover of clouds, was a precious rarity—a gift that nature seldom chose to bestow upon the remnants of humanity. It called you to take a few steps further, to let it bathe your skin.
"Enjoying the view?"
You startled, cursing yourself for not paying more attention to the number of sleeping bodies in the cave. When your head snapped to the side you found Hyunjin perched on a large stone with a bright red apple in his hand and an open bag at his feet.
"Sorry, didn't mean to disturb you," you grumbled, taking a step back.
"Don't worry about it," he replied casually, "It's not like I own the sunrise." His tone suggested that he might actually be trying to lighten the mood, to lessen the tension between you, and the surprise must have shown on your face because he let out a light chuckle before taking a bite of the apple.
"Hungry?" he asked. "You didn't eat much last night."
You hesitated, caught off guard by his observation. "A little, yeah."
"Here," he reached down into the bag and pulled out a second apple, tossing it to you. His eyebrows lifted when you caught it with ease. And then he shifted, as if he was making space for you to sit beside him. You paused, studying him for a brief second before accepting the invitation and settling down at his side.
"Thanks," you stole a quick glance his way before biting down into the fruit, appreciating the crisp sweetness as the juice ran down your chin.
"I've known Felix for a long time, y/n," he suddenly blurted out. Your chewing slowed as you turned your attention to him, intrigued by the sudden change in topic. "He's good at adapting, but I'm not sure he knows how to handle anything beyond survival anymore.”
After a moment, a half-smile ghosted across Hyunjin's features and he continued. “Felix is who he is. He isn't going to change for you, and he doesn't need the distraction. Just be careful with him."
"Because you weren't?" the words tumbled out before you could stop them.
"Something like that," Hyunjin's response was measured. They had history. You'd sensed as much, understood that some level of complexity existed between Felix and Hyunjin that wasn't there between the others.
When Hyunjin stood, he tossed his apple core aside and your eyes followed the movement, catching on one of his fingers—adorned with a ring that matched one of the rings Felix wore. The sight was like a punch to the gut, a tangible symbol of their bond, forged through circumstances that you couldn't even begin to understand.
“You’re wrong,” you stated as he prepared to leave.
His steps faltered, but he didn’t turn back around to face you when he spoke. “I’ve known him a lot longer than-“
“-Not about Felix,” you interrupted. “About me. I don’t have any desire to change him. I like the way he is because its whats kept him alive.”
Hyunjin stood motionless, as if he was choosing his next words very, very carefully. “You should try to get some more sleep before the rest of them wake," he stated plainly. And then, almost as an afterthought, his voice dropped before he added, "Didn’t sound like you got much last night."
Embarrassment fell over your entire body as he disappeared into the cave. With a heavy sigh you opened your hand, letting the half-eaten apple roll to the ground in front of you as the sweet flavor turned bitter in your mouth.
Upon re-entering the cave, Hyunjin was nowhere to be seen, leaving you to assume that he’d gone to the spring to clean up.
When your gaze shifted to Felix, still asleep where you had left him, your heart sank. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead and the anguish etched across his face was unmistakably characteristic of a nightmare.
You stepped closer, concern deepening with each passing second as you watched his eyes dart behind closed lids. Kneeling down beside him you extended a hand, positioning it above his shoulder, but as your fingers inched closer you were abruptly halted by what fell from his lips.
It wasn't merely the despair in his voice that seized you—no, it was the word he spoke that left you frozen in place.
A simple word, whispered like an agonizing plea.
Your name.
Swallowed by darkness, he's stumbling forward but he doesn’t remember how he got there. His knees hit the ground, and he closes his eyes but he can still hear them. Heart-wrenching sobs echo in his ears, sending a shiver down his spine, because he knows it is your voice that they come from.
When he looks up, he sees you on the ground up ahead. Hunched over with your head in your hands and your back turned to him, your entire body shakes with each pained sob. He approaches you cautiously, heart heavy with concern. He reaches to place a hand on your shoulder, and he is surprised to find that your skin is ice cold.
When you turn to meet his eyes, your tear-stained face contorts in anguish and confusion. "Why?” you croak, your voice trembling.
The accusation in your gaze is like a stab to his heart, something he can't bear to see, yet his eyes refuse to close. “Why did you do it, Felix?” you continue. Your sobs turn violent, and his heart breaks as he is forced to watch your pain. He tries to speak, to beg you to forgive him for whatever it is he has done. Yet its as if his lips have been sewn shut, his tongue far too heavy to move. He extends a hand to wipe your tears, but you flinch away from his touch.
And suddenly you’re standing, facing each other. He doesn’t remember how it happened, but he is relieved that your sobs have ceased. He is relieved, until the newfound stillness brings a fresh wave panic to his veins. Because your sadness has been replaced by fear. And as your bloodshot eyes stare directly into his, Felix realizes that it is him, you are afraid of.
You breathe, but it is a ragged breath, as if you are struggling to draw in any air at all. "I trusted you," you whisper, but your speech is gargled as if you are being choked by something. Droplets of crimson fall from your mouth, and his eyes widen in horror as your lips tinge red with blood.
A final tear travels down your cheek as you lower your head. And Felix follows your eyes down, down to where his hand is tightly clutched around the blood-soaked handle of a knife.
A knife adorned with an intricate floral design, mercilessly embedded in your heart.
Part 7
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Bouncing off of anon’s prior ask… I have a few questions of my own bc I’m curious about people’s take on his character. Also because I’m down tremendously for him but shhh—
What do you think dragon man is like when he’s in love? How does he treat them before and after relationship? Like is it a sudden realization, is he romantic? Hmmm many thoughts—
Ideal traits for a partner/mate?
For Yan Neuv, (because your yandere lil fic with him was lovely!!), do you have any headcanons on that aside from what was written?
Sorry if anything has been asked before as I’m rather new to your blog :)
But yeah anyways I hope that’s not too rambl-y! Ty for sharing your lovely stories and thoughts :333 I’m so excited for him in 4.1 and if you roll for him, I wish you luck in getting him! ❤️
Hi~~ thank you so much for reading my fics! Don't worry about being too rambly or repeating stuff, this is actually very helpful for me as it helps me flesh out my ideas as well 🤗 i apologize if any of this stuff isn't very creative lol
May we all get neuvillette and his weapon (and constellations) 🙏
When Neuvillette is in love (before relationship)
So I think Neuvillette would just be A Mess
He's not very good at figuring out emotions, particularly feelings of romance and love, because he always assumed that he would never fall in love
so when he does fall in love, it takes him a while to understand what he's actually feeling (probably after much studying and discussion with the melusines)
imo i feel like he'd be a bit conflicted bc as the chief justice, he feels like he shouldn't have such personal feelings for anyone, but on the other hand, even dragons feel lonely and want love, right?
he would observe you (discreetly and probably unconsciously), memorizing everything about you. He might unknowingly let the things he learned slip into conversation, causing much awkwardness
he finds himself thinking of you at random occasions and associating certain things with you
he noticeably softens when he's interacting with you. it's obvious to everyone except you two
would give you the most sincere and heartfelt compliments, but it doesn't even count as flirting for him, it's just him being himself
even though the chief justice is known to be reclusive, for some reason he would suddenly start frequenting the place where you work. He doesn't even stay there that long, but just makes some awkward and extremely polite conversation (doesn't show it on his face but he's super nervous and self-conscious)
speaking of self-consciousness neuvillette is pretty self-aware about the difference between himself and humans in regards to feelings. He's aware that he's not always the most knowledgeable about human emotions and behavior, which can cause misunderstandings between him and others, but he tries his best to make up for it
When Neuvillette is in love (after relationship)
congratulations for finally reaching this stage
i think neuvillette would be a latent romantic. As in, he has all the potential, but he's never been in a situation where that potential can be explored
but once he's in a relationship...prepare to be swept off your feet
he loves taking you to all the hidden, secret places only he knows about, like an out-of-the-way coffee shop, an inconspicuous nook with a great view of the mountains, maybe even an underwater ruin he really enjoys
will probably take you out on a boating ride
he also enjoys just spending time with you back at his home (hyv please show us where he leaves. i just wanna know)
basically, he'd prefer to spend time with you privately bc he's well aware of the tabloids and paparazzi and doesn't want your life to be ruined by them
does a lot of preparation for your dates. like, an absurd amount, because he would hate it if anything inconveniences you or makes you feel uncomfortable
will continue to say the most romantic and poetic things with the straightest face you've ever seen
not much pda even when it's just you two. a bit of hand-holding (l e w d), brushing his hand against your cheek, maybe even...forehead kisses???
if you are the one who initiates affection with him, his brain would short-circuit, simply because he's not used to having someone do that for him
likes to hear you talk about your day or just anything in general. would also talk about his own day. it makes for some fun lack of congruence
when he's sad, he'll come to you (vice-versa). you two don't talk much, but simply stay by each other's side until you feel better
when you're happy, he feels happy. and when you're sad, he feels sad as well
would be very protective, but would also respect your personal space
melusines will be your biggest supporters. they act as your go-betweens basically
bonus: i feel like furina will be amused by neuvillette's newfound relationship and will probably try to follow you on your dates. she'll attempt to disguise herself but nothing can hide that giant ahoge. and neuvillette can see right through her anyways
Ideal Partner
i think he'd be drawn to someone with a strong sense of justice, someone who has strong beliefs and sticks by them, even if they clash with his own
he would be the type who would welcome being challenged and debated; he would find it refreshing honestly
someone with a similar temperament to him would work, but he'd also find himself unexpectedly attracted to a more fiery, outspoken person
big bonus points if they're nice to the melusines as well
Yandere Mermaid!Neuvillette
i don't know if you're talking about this one but i'll assume you are
hmm i don't know i feel like i put everything i wanted into that fic
so during your weekly meetings, i think neuvi would have moments where he'd imagine himself coming onto land and being with you there, i think he'd also be grudgingly curious about the human world especially after hearing your stories about it, but his sense of responsibility towards his people and his distaste for humans are strong, so his desire to turn you into a mermaid wins out
the underwater garden: he really did believe you'd feel better and that you'd fall in love with him (or at least act warmer towards him) when you saw it
after that fight (?) at the end: i think y/n kinda gave in because they realized that if they didn't accept their new life and the different morals of the mermaids, they would eventually go mad, since they were never escaping. so afterwards, y/n would throw themselves into getting familiar with mermaid customs (aided by neuvi) and just try their best to forget their old life. would probably be very clingy towards him bc ironically, neuvi is a part of their old life
neuvi, for his part, would be happy to see his mate finally accept him, but deep down he knows that it isn't out of real love and that his feelings will probably never be requited in the way he wants them to be. but he decides not to think about that bc having you broken but next to him is better than having you happy but separated from him
so yeah it's a very warped, co-dependent relationship
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Birthday Bitch.
Recombinant Miles Quaritch X Fem! Reader (smut)
A/N: Hello, lovelies! My birthday is tomorrow, the 15th, so I wrote this little self-indulgent piece to celebrate. Hope you enjoy, thanks for reading!
Wordcount: 2K
Tags: birthday sex, p in v, alcohol mention, drinking, fingering, oral (f receiving), sex in nature, semi-public sex (?)
The base’s mess hall was mostly empty in the later hours of the night, as people either had work to continue or dorms to go to. Very few stragglers could be found out there at those times.
(Y/N) was one of them, slowly sipping away at a bottle of alcohol, not bothering to pour it out into a separate cup, instead lifting the entire bottle straight to her red-stained, smudged lips, the last of her makeup fading away. She had taken a seat in the corner of the hall, sitting alone in a booth until a familiar, large body sat down next to her out of nowhere.
“Booze from Earth, huh, science puke? Must be a special occasion.”
“Ah, Colonel Quaritch? Oh, uh, yeah, a couple of friends wrangled some up,” (Y/N) said, looking up at the blue man.
She didn’t know him extremely well, interactions limited to tagging along on certain trips with the Recombinant team to enhance her studies of Pandora’s fauna and flora. However, it was not lost on her the slight favoritism he had shown her off the bat: holding the team up to wait for her while she collected samples, insisting on standing behind her to keep her safe as they explored the forests, hand falling to her shoulder to keep her steady when she tripped over her feet.
“Pretty rare on this planet, hard to ration out,” Miles grabbed the bottle, looking at the label. “The good stuff too, yeah? What’re you celebrating, girl?”
She sighed. “Just a birthday.”
“Looks like you’re here by yourself. Some party, (Y/N),” he teased.
“Yeah, don’t remind me.” she grabbed the bottle back from his grip and grimaced. She had enough for one night, her head was already aching, a sign of her hangover to come the following morning. “Y’want some?”
“Hm, sure.” Miles nodded and took it and finished what little was left in the bottle, tilting his carbon mask back up afterwards to take a small sip of air before removing it again. Sliding the empty bottle to the end of the table once he was done, he held his hand out to (Y/N).
“What?”
“C’mon, let’s get out of here. This ain’t no way to celebrate a birthday. Shit’s depressin’ me already.”
He pulled her up, grabbing her own oxygen mask and putting it on her. She stumbled a bit as she was pulled through the base behind him, unable to keep up with his longer legs and faster pace.
She felt a shiver go down her spine when the air outside hit her exposed arms and legs. Miles finally let go of her hand once they reached the outskirts of the base, surrounded by layers of trees and bushes.
“Quaritch, what are we even doing out here? It’s cold as hell,” (Y/N) said, watching him as he walked over to a tree.
“Toughen up, you big baby,” he said, waving her over to stand by him at the tree. “Y’like being out here, you always look so damn happy when you come with us on missions.” He took a small carving knife from the pocket of his cargos, flicking the blade out and etching at the tree’s bark.
“Uh, you really shouldn’t carve into the trees, you know,” she huffed lightheartedly, fogging up the front of her mask a bit.
“I’ll do what I want.” He hummed as he pulled his knife away from the tree, revealing what he carved.
“My initials?” She peered at the scraggly carving, making out two pale letters contrasting against the tree’s bark.
“Yeah, got your own tree now.” He put the blade back into his pocket, smirking at her reaction. “Bet your lil weirdo friends back in the lab’ll be jealous. Only girl on base with her own Pandoran tree.”
“Huh.” She traced her fingers over the markings, feeling the divots in the wood. “That’s actually pretty cool,” she turned around and flashed him a toothy smile, teeth glinting in the moon’s light. “Thanks, Colonel.”
“Miles. Name’s Miles. When we’re alone, at least. ” he held his finger up, tutting at her.
“Thanks, Miles.”
“Yeah, well, it’s nothin’, really.” He pulled off his dog tags and clipped them around her neck, adjusting the silver necklace for her. “Wanted to give you these too.”
(Y/N)’s hand cupped the cold tag, moving it between her fingers before she looked up at him.
“Hey, Miles?”
“Hm?”
“Why’re you bein’ so nice to me? I mean, not that I don’t appreciate it, but–”
“You’re the birthday girl,” he bent down to her height, hand on her shoulder. “Gotta be nice to a girl on her special day, don’t I?” His grin showed his sharp teeth.
“Guess so, but—”
“Hush up,” he gently pushed her down onto the forest floor, sitting down beside her soon after. “Always complainin’ about somethin’, you whiny little thing.”
She mumbled something incoherent in response and leaned onto his shoulder.
“Why were you sittin’ by yourself earlier?”
“Everybody was kinda busy, so I just thought I’d be fine on my own. Well, then you came along, and you weren’t busy.”
“I’m never too busy for you, birthday girl,” he mused, chuckling to himself. “We should head back inside, you ready to get goin’ now?”
She shook her head. “Can we stay a bit longer? Please?”
“Fine by me, it’s your day, ain’t it?”
“It is my day.” She laughed. “Thank you, handsome.”
Quaritch looked at her, smirk plastering his face. “Handsome, huh?”
“Got a problem with that? Can I not call you handsome?” She turned to face him too.
“Ah, ‘course not. You can call me whatever you want, darlin’.”
He pushed her down quickly, crawling on top of her. His arm rested by her head while his face hovered over hers. “Or should I say ‘gorgeous?’”
She opened her mouth to speak before Quaritch pulled her mask up and pushed his lips onto hers. She kissed back, wrapping her hands around his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss. He bit her bottom lip and pushed into her mouth with his tongue, snatching the air from her lungs until the burn was unbearable.
(Y/N) pulled her oxygen mask back down and took quick, greedy puffs of air. Her chest heaved up and down while she caught her breath. She knitted her eyebrows together, hearing Quaritch snicker up at her, now positioned between her legs.
“Miles, ‘s not funny,” she said, still huffing.
“Oh, it’s not? Consider this my apology then.”
Flipping her dress up to her stomach, Quaritch palmed her clothed mound, slowly working one hand over the fat of her thigh and one on the wet patch on her panties. He held eye contact with her the whole time.
His teeth met the band of her panties, gripping it and pulling them down. He pulled the panties down to her ankles with his mouth. After letting go of them, he licked his way up her leg. Starting at her calf, he let his textured, cat-like tongue catch on the skin of her inner-leg until he reached her thigh.
“Don’t tease me, please,” (Y/N) begged, running her hands through his hair then holding onto the back of his head.
“Be patient n’ give me time to show you how good I can make you feel.” His teeth grazed her inner-thigh, sinking into the flesh, leaving wet, splotchy, purple marks over the skin.
(Y/N)’s thighs slowly started to close, trying to move her body away from the stimulation; it had just started and it was already too much for her, but Miles’ strong hands spread her legs back open and held her still.
With her legs wide open, he pushed his head fully between them. His wide, flat nose bumped into her clit while his tongue made work of gliding over and into her slit. He soon moved away from her entrance and turned his focus to her clit, wrapping his lips over the bud and sucking on it, coating it with his spit and swirling it around in his mouth.
Pushing two of his long fingers in her, he scissored them to stretch her out.
“Ah– hurts s’bad…”
Still muffled by her cunt, Quaritch said, “I know, I know. Hold still.” He ran his tongue over her clit, swiping over the raw nub, sending (Y/N) over the edge. Her hips rose and bucked into his face, riding out her orgasm with strained moans flowing from her lips.
“There you go, it’s okay,” Miles said, one hand resting on her stomach while the other wiped her slick from his face. “Good job, girl.”
He propped himself to his knees and unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled his length out.
“Here, let me make you feel good now,” (Y/N) said, reaching out to wrap her hand around it.
Miles grabbed her wrist, gently but firmly pushing it back down.
“Can’t let you do that, baby. It’s about your pleasure tonight, you know better.”
Flipping her body around, Quaritch forced her to her hands and knees. He came up behind her and ran his hand over the plump curve of her ass and moved his hands to her hips. He slipped his dick between her cunt’s lips, coating himself with her wetness before pushing into her.
His fingers felt amazing, but they hadn’t done much to warm her up to the intense stretch that his dick sent through her walls. She gasped and bit her lip, holding back tears that pricked at her eyes while he split her open, pushing through her tightness with gritted teeth.
“Christ, relax, will you? Can’t hardly get up in you.”
He roughly bucked into her, fitting the majority of his length into her. Feeling himself sinking deeper into her, he leaned over her body, resting his head over her shoulder. He dug his teeth into the skin, fangs cinching into it the further he pushed into her heat.
“Oh my God.” It came out all as one word from her mouth, shaky and gasping. Her eyes tightly closed shut as she felt his dick twitch inside of her.
“Got me so hard it hurts n’ clenching around me like you’re tryin’ to choke my cock,” he said, grunting in approval. “Gonna loosen you up so good. Make sure you can take me next time, yeah?”
“Mhm, yes, gonna fit you so well,” (Y/N) babbled drunkenly, buzzed from alcohol and Quaritch’s body. “Just for you, Miles, ‘m all yours.”
He groaned, slowly turning his shallow thrusts into full strokes, the sound of skin slapping playing through the forest every time he pulled out and entered her.
Milky globs of arousal formed a ring on his blue dick while he fucked into her. (Y/N)’s yelps fanned the flames of Miles’ own arousal, structured thrusts turning into sloppy, needy movements.
Her scent paired with her wetness drove him nearly over the edge, deep growls forming in his chest, saliva pooling at his mouth.
“Look at you,” he said, wiping his mouth. “Got me drooling like a fuckin’ dog, so worked up over you, baby.”
A tightness grew in her stomach at his words, pricking at her entire body. Her fingers dug into the soft soil that she was facing, body stiffening up.
“M-Miles–”
“Go ahead, let me have it. Cum for me.”
Her walls clamped tightly over him, sucking him in deeper than either of them had thought possible. The flutter of her cunt over his dick sent Miles into his own release. Biting back down on her shoulder, hard enough to prick blood from the soft skin, he came.
Quaritch pulled out and sat (Y/N) down, watching as his cum trickled out of her onto the grass and soil in the forest.
“Fuck, you had me real worked up.” He pulled her pants up and pocketed (Y/N)’s panties, not caring that she saw. “Now,” he paused to bend down and take her into his arms, holding her over his shoulder, “ready to go?”
“Well, what time is it?”
He looked at the watch on his wrist. “11:11, baby. Make a wish,” he said, patting her ass teasingly.
“A wish? Oh, uhm…”
“How about round two?”
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Hey, I like your little stories.
Could you maybe write something for Obi-Wan and Anakin inspired by the song 'Starlight' by STARSET, which is THE Obi-Wan and Anakin song of all time? Preferably something with a happy ending?
I hope that's a prompt you can work with. If not, just let me know. Thanks!
-@rainintheevening
A/N: Oh. My. God. Okay, so I'd never heard this song before this and it is 100% the Obi-Wan and Anakin song. Thank you so much for 1. REQUESTING and 2. "Hey, I like your little stories"?!?!?! I MADE THE EQUIVALENT OF THIS FACE: 🥺 TYSM!!! I hope you like this!!!
So obviously, lyrics in this are from Starlight by STARSET, I had a lil bit of trouble choosing which lyrics cause all of them are so great and ended up going with the chorus! Recommend: listen to the song whilst reading!!!
Alright, please send requests people and enjoy!!!! (Oh and dw, you get your happy ending.)
I don’t know what to say
Anakin stretched his limbs out, moving to walk up to Obi-Wan. Ahsoka wasn’t by his side as usual, instead in the Temple studying. Sure, he’d miss her, but it would be nice for him to have time with Obi-Wan, and she needed to catch up on studies.
The brunette moved to the ginger’s side, standing with his hands behind his back. The silence wrapped around them was comforting and warm. If he closed his eyes, Anakin could image he was laying in a meadow, sunlight coating him.
Obi-Wan opened his mouth to say something, and Anakin turned to him expectantly. But no words came from the ginger’s mouth, and instead he gave his brother a wry smile. Anakin laughed softly, a sound melodic and silky. If his laugh had a colour, in that moment it would’ve been baby blue, floating through the air like wisps of joy.
Obi-Wan laughed too, throwing his head back with it. Something about their soft, light laughter made the situation delicately elysian. They weren’t really laughing for a reason, they didn’t have anything to laugh about really. In fact the situation was rather bleak, what with the upcoming fight ahead of them.
But in that moment, the fight seemed forgotten, or perhaps neither of them really cared.
But I’m going to want you till the stars evaporate
Anakin shuffled to be closer to his brother, reaching up a hand to ruffle the ginger’s hair. It was a joke between the two of them. When Anakin was a Padawan - and shorter than Obi-Wan - the older used to ruffle his hair as a show of the height difference. But Obi-Wan’s smug act was quickly overtaken when Anakin grew taller than him, doing the action as revenge.
Obi-Wan scoffed and grabbed Anakin’s shoulder gently, pushing him away and watching the brunette stumble exaggeratedly. They both laughed at the childishness of their interaction, Anakin slinging an arm over Obi-Wan’s shoulders and dragging him into step, heading towards the loading bay.
They moved in silence, but it was still warm.
The brothers walked side by side, conjoined by an invisible force of threads, tying them together with a light so blinding it was beautiful. Anakin spoke up finally, the playful tone of his actions lacing his words like honey. “How have you been?”
Obi-Wan gave him a smile, his head tilted in a statement more smirkish than his expression. “I’ve been good.” Unspoken words floated between them; ‘I’m better now you're here.’ Neither would ever admit it, but the other’s presence was more comforting than hot chocolate on a chilly night.
We’re only here for just a moment in the light
A familiar voice called out to the pair, startling the warmth. It was like a chilled breeze floating past them, causing them to shiver at the broken connection. “Yes, Commander?” Obi-Wan asked, turning to his Commander. Anakin stopped walking too, crossing his arms as he gave Cody a wry smile.
“We’ll be landing soon,” the Clone announced, greeting them both with a nod of his head each. Even with the helmet on, both Jedi could tell he was apologising for interrupting them.
“Thank you, Cody,” Anakin replied, shooting him another smile before turning to walk again. Obi-Wan stepped to his side, setting the pace for their walk.
They walked in the quiet for a moment, subconsciously sewing the threads of warm comfort back together. “It’s going to be weird without Ahsoka,” Obi-Wan mused after a moment, tentatively pressing on the threads connecting him to his brother. He grinned when Anakin pulled on the strings in turn, showing he was alright. The strings were golden - unlike Anakin’s baby blue laugh - and glowed in the dimly lit corridor, illuminating the brothers.
“Probably for the better,” Anakin responded lightly, his voice cracking ever-so-slightly as he thought of his sister. “It’s unfair for someone so young to be out in the field like that.”
Obi-Wan smiled sadly, placing a hand on his brother’s shoulder carefully. The meaning behind it floated like gentle words into Anakin’s mind; ‘You are too young, do not blame yourself.’ He returned the smile, pushing gratitude through the bond and to his brother.
One day it shines for us the next we’re in the night
Both brothers felt the ship jerk as they came out of hyperspace, and they simultaneously quickened their pace in order to get to the bay on time. The corridors rang with their footsteps and Anakin glanced to the ginger, a grin forming on his face.
They reached the bay quickly, and joined their troops on a gunship. Anakin stood beside his former Master, gripping the hanging handle with one hand, the other waving as he talked. He gave his orders to the troops, who all nodded before turning back to their own conversations.
Through the slits in the walls of the gunship, the brothers could see the night sky surrounding them. They were used to the inky black of Coruscant, staring in awe at the purple and blue sky, stars lighting it all. It was serene and ethereal.
“There are so many stars,” Anakin whispered to his brother, who nodded. Obi-Wan’s face was adorned with a dopey smile, his eyes reflecting the natural glow of the galaxy like a sea of swimming stars. Anakin turned back to the sky, knowing his own eyes were probably doing the same. He breathed in deeply, the chilly night air like icy water down his throat - satisfying and relaxing.
So say the word and I’ll be running back to find you
The gunship landed silently and the doors opened. The Clones instantly spilled out, but the Jedi were slower. Anakin stepped out into the lush grace with a curious grin, examining the landscape. He turned to Obi-Wan, who’s face portrayed the same awe.
They sadly bid their temporary farewells, setting off with their troops into the forest. They were to meet up again once they’d navigated their way around the abandoned village in the North.
Anakin stood with the hilt of his lightsaber in hand, the coolness of the metal soothing the adrenaline pulsing through him. They were silent as they trekked through the trees, laughing every time he heard one of the Clones quip something; often curses from tripping or words of admiration for the terrain.
He gasped suddenly when a cold feeling settled over him, seeping from the strings attached to his brother. He pulled on the bond worriedly, receiving a short, hurried tug in response. Anakin quickly ordered his troops forwards, and together they rushed through the brush towards Obi-Wan.
Anakin gasped when they reached him, a large black and furry creature standing over one Clone with it’s jaws parted, displaying hundreds of gleaming and sharp white teeth. The brunette hurried forward, impaling his lightsaber through the back of the creature. The blue lit up the clearing, giving him another visibility to see Obi-Wan battling another of the mystical creatures.
A thousand armies won’t stop me I’ll break through
Anakin hurried to help him, ducking and rolling underneath a swipe and retaliating with his glowing blue blade. Obi-Wan breathed out a ‘thank you’ before rushing to save a Clone. The brunette glanced around, counting at least a dozen of the huge beasts, towering over Clones. He had to admit, the creatures were mystically breath-taking, but in the same way absinthe glowed. Deadly, yet beautiful.
Anakin moved around, helping as many people at once as possible. At some point, he and Obi-Wan fell into a defensive position - back to back with their lightsabers in their right hands.
When a shrill scream broke through the air, Anakin turned to aid the fallen Clone, who was clutching his knee, staring at the spot where his leg had been moments before. A shot of pity coursed through Anakin’s body before he decapitated the creature, nose wrinkling in disgust when a place of the Clone’s armour dropped from its mouth.
He dragged the Clone to stand on his one leg, supporting him with a sympathetic smile. The Clone began lazily firing at the remaining creatures as Anakin helped him to the centre. Obi-Wan move to stand back to back with his brother again, protecting him from behind.
The remaining Clones hurried into the cluster, shooting at the last creatures. Anakin gave the Clone to Rex before lunging forward and jumping onto the back of one creature, plunging the blade of his lightsaber into its head.
As the body of the beast crumbled to the floor, Anakin stood up to see the bodies of the creatures littering the area, alongside the dead Clones.
I’ll soar the endless skies for only one sight
He closed his eyes for a moment, mourning their losses. Obi-Wan placed a hand on his shoulder comfortingly, sending waves of sympathy and warmth through their bond. Opening his eyes, Anakin gave him a grateful smile.
“We should rest,�� Anakin told their troops, eyes locking with his Captain’s through the visor of his helmet. Rex gave him a sad smile, holding the Clone up with his arm. “Bury the dead.”
Obi-Wan nodded and the pair quickly set jobs for the uninjured, Kix tending to the legless Clone. Others had scratches and cuts - one trooper was crying tears of panic that he couldn’t see out of one eye - but some were just cleaning the blue blood from the creatures off their armour.
They gathered firewood and logs to sit on, the trees above them shelter enough. Anakin helped Cody and many others bury their dead, wincing as the last specks of dirt covered the white armour. They murmured their prayers softly.
Obi-Wan helped Anakin drag the bodies of the creatures into a circle around their camp, a barrier of sorts. They were tempted to eat the meat, but had enough rations and didn’t exactly feel like attempting to gut such a huge beast.
Of your starlight
Anakin yawned as he settled down on a log beside his brother, watching the smoke from the campfire swirl up into the night. He stared at the glittering stars and smiled, leaning back against a tree. The fire was keeping them warm, and the stories they shared kept them safe.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Obi-Wan whispered, his gaze locked on the gleaming sky as well. Anakin nodded, humming his agreement.
“I wish we could see this every night,” Anakin mused longingly, a content smile on his lips. Obi-Wan let out a soft laugh, mint blue wisps of joy floating into the air invisibly. They danced with the baby blue ones of Anakin, childish giggles floating through the air.
“One day,” Obi-Wan murmured, his words of hope like a warm drink in their hands. He reached over to rest his hand on his brother’s, soothingly rubbing his thumb over Anakin’s knuckles. “One day.”
Anakin hummed back happily, letting his eyes drift closed as the warmth over the fire covered him like a blanket. He glanced at the night sky and the stars one last time, before letting sleep wrap him up like a newborn baby. “One day,” he breathed out.
One day.
A/N: Wow so that was longer than I intended but happy none the less!!! Send requests please, I hope you enjoyed!!!
(Taglist: @transmascanakin (you get smth happy today, ig, but im gonna be back with ur punishment), @techs-goggles9902 (still not the trope srry, and i swear i'll do ur request soon!) and @skellymom)
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A Light in the Fog Pt.II
steve x reader, james x reader, quentin x reader, vittorio x reader, dbd survivor x reader
genre: fluff/comfort, based on gameplay!
warnings: cursing, brief mentions of injury (what's expected in dbd)
synopsis: part two of various dead by daylight men and some adorable interactions you have with them during Trials!
a.n. final part of this series! I know dbd is so niche but it's nice to just write a lil of another hobby I enjoy! thank you for reading! <3
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steve harrington
aka: former jock
it’s a ridiculously rough Trial
that word couldn’t even begin to describe the atrociousness that was happening
the Entity chose you to partake in it and unbeknownst to you,, paired you with relatively inexperienced teammates
being new to Realm was, of course, totally acceptable
but it proved to have multiple disadvantages
risky saves, short chases, and miscommunication about generator progress were among the most common occurrences
this resulted in an increased amount of collective hook stages for each person
chances of survival were slim
and, thankfully, you weren’t the only one to acknowledge this frightening notion
“always the babysitter–”
the shrill scream of another teammate being hooked elicits steve to repeat himself in a hiss, “always the goddamn babysitter.”
because the situation’s looking grim while the three of you are repairing a generator together
fingers tugging at the greasy wires, you glance at your third teammate and utter, “one of us has to get the save. usually the stealthiest one goes.”
your gaze naturally drifts to your third teammate known for their quiet disposition
albeit, it comes at the cost of them moving leisurely and unhurriedly,, which is definitely not a current benefit
“the stealthiest one, really?” steve echoes sarcastically, “they’re giving you a stealthy vibe?”
he offers them a shrug of indifference, his gray jacket crinkling when he shifts, and the wordless gesture serves as a response to when they’re clearly offended by what he stated
and although his words are biting (and at the expense of your third teammate) you’re familiar enough with him that it demonstrates his underlying compassion
he’s immersed in repairing the generator and only casts a glance when you skeptically stare at him, “got any smart ideas then?”
there’s a couple moments of silence
then, as he drags a gloved hand through his tousled hair, he mentions a solution you wouldn’t have ever contemplated
“how ‘bout you go for the save, sweetheart,” he pauses to peer up from behind his tinted sunglasses and grins, “you’re stealthy.”
you let out an ill-concealed scoff, “you think I’m stealthy?”
“oh yeah, totally,” he nonchalantly shrugs while adding, “stealthy like a ninja.”
dramatically rolling your eyes at his jest, you still rise to your feet to prepare for the save,, seeking to give the team a chance at turning around the outcome of the Trial
and just as you’re about to amble away, a hand shoots out to gently grasp onto your wrist
“hey,” steve’s gaze flits to the ground as his voice drops into a soft murmur, “I trust you to get the save, that’s all.”
the progression of the generator is long forgotten apparently because he’s risen from his spot beside the machine in order to stop and explain himself to you
his actions are so abrupt and quick that your eyes widen at the disclosure that tumbles out of his mouth
even he seems shocked about his behavior
catching his bottom lip between his teeth, his eyes avoid yours
his light-washed denim jeans are dirtied from his frenzied movements,, so you reach out a hand to softly brush the dust away and say, “I know.”
and you do
you know that he’s vigilant of the entire team’s wellbeing
issuing a final pat on the side of his jeans, you pull away with a quick smile
his eyes soften at the gesture before he’s placing an encouraging hand on the small of your back as a sendoff, “and be safe, alright?”
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james sunderland
aka: widower of silent hill
“what’re you doing here?”
the inquiry hisses from james’ mouth as you hastily throw yourself behind a set of lockers
it’s a narrow, empty space so there weren’t any totems to cleanse or chests to rummage through
meant to discourage individuals from loitering
but, lo and behold, your blond teammate is found crouching here
a shaky exhale escapes your lips and you press a hand over your mouth to minimize the noise before you answer, “running and buying enough time for the others to open the exit gates. what’re you doing here?”
your words are snappier than you intended but he doesn’t seem to mind because he casually shrugs
“hiding.”
and the single word boils your blood
“we could’ve used your help, you know,” you manage to chastise between hollow breaths
“I know.”
and although his light eyes catch the way your brows furrow at his blunt answer, he doesn’t sense the sentiment and instead squats closer to peer out the window
there’s a small opening that’s perfectly angled toward an exit gate that features three illuminated lights
it’s powered and ready to be opened
with his back turned to you, he utters, “I have an idea.”
there’s a beat of silence and upon not receiving a response from you,, he cranes his neck around to find you already staring at him
and he’s shocked from your expression
you’re already frowning at him,, the definition of suspicion in your gaze as you fold your arms across your chest
“what? don’t worry, I’m not crazy,” his voice dips at the end of his statement, “at least, I don’t think so.”
james’ fingers reach up to graze the side of his face, twisting away from your scrutiny, and your eyes widen at an observation you haven’t noticed beforehand
his fingers are trembling
“hey,” a wave of sympathy hits and you lightly place a hand on his shoulder, “I’ll go first to open the gate. just follow behind me.”
because even if james often acted recklessly or cowardly,, he was still your teammate
and everyone has a right to secure a chance at surviving the Trial
after he stiffly nods at your suggestion, the two of you do well at stealthily advancing to the exit gate and only run into trouble when you’re pulling the lever to escape
a gloved hand grabs onto your forearm, retching you away from the only means of escaping
and as you’re tugged away, james’ hand immediately shoots out to grab onto yours
it’s an act of vengeance rather than cowardice
“stop!”
james’ vicious command echoes within the barren walls, startling both you and the killer in the process, and he shoves a hand into his jacket pocket
a distraction
aiming a flashlight to the killer’s eyes, james ushers you to escape first before he shouts, “and leave us both the hell alone!”
it’s the first time you’ve ever heard him sound so alive
he’s brimming with vigilance as his grasp on your hand tightens with newfound fervor
and as the both of you sprint out of the realm,, you’re too preoccupied from thanking him for saving you that you overlook how his gaze softens when he notices you’re safe and uninjured
surprisingly, he continues holding your hand until the two of you are situated back at the campfire
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quentin smith
aka: resolute dreamwalker
“we’ve got this. relax.”
quentin’s soft voice is barely audible over the rapid beating of your heart that thwarts your ability to hear if the killer was approaching
the panic is setting in
fortunately, the match was nearing to an end,, a promising conclusion that’s typically followed by being ushered to surround the campfire once again
relief was common in these circumstances
it was, however, short-lived
the end of the match snowballed– spiraling into an uncontrollable mess that you were uneasy about
hatch, another means of escaping the Trial, was already closed
hook states were distributed amongst the team and you didn’t want to succumb to sacrifice
that was the worst outcome,, a psychological and emotional damage that was irreversible
a shaky breath leaves your lips before a gentle hand grasps your forearm
“we’re gonna be alright.”
his touch is soothing, warm, and reassuring
your wide eyes connect with his as he repeats the sentiment
without exception, quentin continually proves to you that he’s one of the most dependable teammates the Entity could’ve given you
which doesn’t help with the foolish crush you have on him
his thumb earnestly brushes against your inner wrist, the caress generating warmth to spread within you
gaze flickering to the necessary task, his other hand yanks the exit gate’s lever down
incoherent murmurs leave his lips as he counts down the seconds
time seems to slow
your heartbeat quickens and the impending sense of doom crashes upon you
“we won’t make it,” you reproachfully whisper
your voice gets carried away in a gust of wind
he’s silent,, working on opening the exit gate, the lights flashing to indicate its progress, before he speaks up, “we’re gonna make it.”
despite the odds, he’s determined
and when he feels your scrutiny on him, quentin cheekily adds, “okay, look. if we survive then I’ll take you out on a real date.”
the words spill out of his mouth before he can rationalize it and the significance forces his eyes to widen in bewilderment
“uh,” the awkward noise gets stuck in his throat, “sorry, that was uncalled for–”
his candid apology is cut off by your muffled gasp and when his eyes swivel to you,, you hurriedly turn away from him
funnily enough, the embarrassment of quentin acknowledging your feelings towards him is almost a bigger dilemma than escaping the Trial
he raises a dark brow and ventures to ask, “unless, you’d like that?”
his inquiry sounds awkward but sensitive– characteristics that are synonymous to quentin
and you’re inwardly grateful for his prowess at powering the only chance of escape because you implore, “the date thing, is that a promise?”
there’s a beat of silence and you wonder if the dreamwalker had fallen asleep,, a phenomenon that he typically fights against
but he’s awake
he blinks– once, twice, three times– not quite believing his luck before the exit gates open with a puff of ashen smoke
survival is so close
freedom is so close
and he's going to get you out of here
his hold on you gingerly tightens as he shoots you a grin and confesses, “promise.”
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vittorio toscano
aka: endless wanderer
moonlit nights by the campfire were infrequent but welcomed
a tranquil hush fell over the group that was gathered there,, doing well by replacing the eeriness with serenity and giving rest to those that needed it
it’s a controlled environment– the Entity granting a grace period, if you will– to prepare for the next Trial
until you were chosen
which is exactly why you’re crouched over, whispering to vittorio and pleading to learn more about your current predicament
“you’ve been here that long?”
with an assured nod, he allows the nonverbal gesture to demonstrate the truth in his words
because although he didn’t appear to be the oldest out of all the individuals you’ve seen, the hardness in his gaze reveals otherwise
he’s seen it all and, notably, remembers it all too
his hand comes up to card through his silvery hair before he quips, “can’t you tell?”
and at your muffled giggle, the male shifts closer while lifting a knee to stretch out on the dirt ground
scarlet flames tauntingly lick the logs of wood and the blaze illuminates the lines etched on his face
allows you to openly stare
understands to remain silent to let you formulate your thoughts or questions
politely beckons you to approach him and you take advantage of his lack of attentiveness to study him
there are trinkets that hang around his neck,, chunks of sterling silver and gems are pressed into pendants that are almost blinding in the fire’s glow
“and,” your curiosity drives you to point at the symbols marking his skin, “do these have any meaning?”
the inscriptions have left you wondering about their significance after every Trial
you catch a glimpse of the symbols hidden underneath his cotton tunic whenever he sprints or jumps far distances
and of course, you’re instantly drawn to them
they’re mysterious and swirl in unknown patterns that are far from any language you’ve seen
the ink glows cerulean blue and, with a bated breath, your fingers outstretched to acquire a better look
he utters a noise of permission and explains, “helps me remember any similarities or differences that I see while searching through the Realms. I wouldn’t want to forget them.”
and although his reasoning is sound,, he isn’t
because you’re abruptly moving to kneel beside him to tug at the front of his shirt
ghosting your fingertips across the markings, he exhales shakily and you instantly pull your hand away
“sorry! I got carried away,” you sheepishly grin after apologizing, “it’s just pretty.”
and goodness, he desires to blurt out that you’re only describing yourself
his pale eyes sweep across the entirety of your face before settling on your lips and answers, “it’s fine. do not worry.”
but vittorio’s so distracted by the soft curve of your smile that it doesn’t even register that you’re waving farewell to him when you’re shortly called into a Trial
and his years of endless wandering have taught him a few certainties– that he’ll meet you again
calling out from over his shoulder, he keenly promises, “I shall look forward to our next meeting!”
#dead by daylight#dbd#james sunderland#quentin smith x reader#vittorio toscano#steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#dbd x reader#dead by daylight x reader#dead by daylight x you
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Guess who's here again B!!....At this point I should rename myself to #1 Rominis fan, I swear the amount of times I've asked you about them feels criminal.... I'm so sorry if y'all are done with my simping for these two you especially B, plese tell me straight away if you ever get tired of me asking for them 😖😖😖
Now If you're still not tired of me here's what I've got for you today:
Does Rowan ever get nightmares about the night he lost his parents and his entire community? I feel like this could also make a really sweet Rominis interaction, Rowan having a pretty nasty nightmare and Omi comforting him....🥺🐺🐍❤️
Today I've only got this one because like I wrote in the beginning I'm really starting to feel bad for constantly asking about them.
If you still don't mind my asks I love you guys and you B especially thank you so much for constantly making my days better with each post you make (even the traumatising ones🤣❤️) your an absolute tresure of the HL community and I'm so glad I found you ❤️❤️✨✨
Have a pleasant evening and hopefully some normal sleep, as always your little Dragon friend 🐲🏔️💚
Lil Dragon! Stop it! I dont mind your asks you can always send them in, I do the asks I wanna do, I thus far, I really enjoy the things you send my way! Even if they're always Rominis, which I dont mind! 💚 this is also the perfect ask for me to possibly add on to the other ask you sent me which I did before, "has Rowan ever lost control" I could blend that into this one in a way :)
And thank you so so much for saying that 💜 makes it all worth it to know my stuff is enjoyed, and it makes me REALLY happy to hear that stuff, can't lie, 🥹
Big love to you 😘💜
Nightmares 🐺
Ominis stirred and turned in his bed one evening, feeling movement and noise from Rowan, he had a look of slight confusion on his face, hearing Rowan aggressively growling and snarling as he began to thrash on the sheets, Ominis reached over touching him, though he was a little frightened.
Ominis: Rowan?!
Rowan suddenly burst into his werewolf form, not knowing for a moment where he was, his mind clouded by his night terror, he reached out and gripped Ominis's throat, letting out an aggressive deep growl, his fangs inches away from Ominis's face. He was suddenly brought back to consciousness, seeing what he was doing, and Ominis looking terrified.
Ominis: R-Rowan?...
Rowan: *turns back into his human form, looking horrified himself for a moment* Ominis..Oh god *let's go of his throat* I..Shit..I'm so sorry *sits up properly on the bed, looking at Ominis and strokes his hair*
Ominis touched his own neck, feeling the deep imprint of Rowans claws at the side.
Rowan: I'm so so sorry..I..Urgh!
Ominis: Shh shh shh, its OK.. Its not your fault..Did you have a nightmare or something?
Rowan: ....Yeah..Been a while...It was..My family.. my community.. The night they all died, it was like I was there again.. Reliving it...I'm sorry..
Ominis: Stop apologising..Come here *holds open his arms*
Rowan: *deep sigh as he leans into Ominis*
Ominis: *stroking Rowans head gently*
Rowan: *feels Ominis's neck softly* I'm sor-
Ominis: Shhhhhhh. *continues to comfort Rowan*
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Hello!! I'm here to request Azul hcs or a small drabble of an Azul whos in love with a reader who tries their best to be kind to everyone even if it slightly hurts them?
If i did something wrong when requesting let me know!!
BAR-Sorry...almost lost myself there-. This was a great request don't worry! I'm always happy to make Azul content <3. I think it’s longer than a drabble but I got a lil carried away. I hope you like it and it's to your liking.
He did his best, to not be too much in interactions with you. He wasn't used to anyone being so kind to him, especially after he could've hurt you and the rest of the school. His past made him think no one deserved a second chance, but the more time he spent with you the more he forgot his past.
Until he sadly saw how some of his fellow students treated you... It was like looking into a mirror and seeing himself back in the sea.
You would do anything to help others, that was something he loved and admired. But others didn't return the favor. Even if there was no contract you deserved something back, all the work you did for Crowley made him sick, you'd constantly get your friends out of punishments for taking the blame, you'd run around on a wild goose chase if someone told you they lost their favorite pencil!
But no one helped you when you needed someone to help study, or when your books were too heavy and you dropped everything in the hall. Or when you just needed a shoulder, he watched everyone look away or not notice at all and he wasn't sure which was worse.
Floyd and Jade were there for him when he felt most alone, maybe... he could be there for you.
All of this went through Azul's head as he fixed his tie for the 100th time, he had to look perfect. With a sigh he left his office to meet you in the back of the lounge. The scene waiting for him just solidified his will to go through with his plan.
You were in a booth in the corner, curled in on yourself slightly and wiping tears from your eyes. He stopped for a moment to let you compose yourself before he let his presence known. He would have time to comfort you all he wanted after this meeting, and he knew that being caught like that rarely helped someone in your position.
After a minute he continued walking, putting on a slight smirk as he approached to give an illusion of confidence. "MC, thank you for meeting with me today. Before you worry, I assure you this isn't about a favor or errand I need of you."
He slid into the booth across from you. "Azul! I'm glad to see you again... I'm uh sorry we weren't able to meet sooner I've been a bit, busy. But yes yes what is it you wanted to talk about?" Clearing his throat, "Ah well, to be frank... I wanted to ask if you would like to-Goonadate... w-with me..." Looking at the wall he missed the crimson color that came to your cheeks at his question. "It's just that, through our time together I've come to...admire you and I see how others treat you and you frankly deserve better MC. I can't do-really much of anything regarding the Headmaster and students...But I can be there for you, and I-I can be the help you need when others fail you!"
As he finished his rambling, Azul cleared his throat again and hid his face behind his hand in hopes of getting his blush to lessen.
Looking down into your lap to hide your own reddening face you softly replied, "I'd uhm...I-I'd like that Azul..." Jolting up, he checked to make sure you were serious. Seeing only honesty in your eyes he smiled and gently reached for your hand with newfound confidence.
"Then what do you say we go on our first date now, Angelfish~?"
UWAH I love Azul so much please!! He and Floyd literally own my heart I had so much fun writing this. I hope it came out well and you enjoy reading it! I hope you all have a nice day and week~.
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true love | N° 4
➵ genre our beloved summer au, exes to lovers, romantic comedy
➵ summary in which you're face to face with your ex again after 5 years, because both of your friends start dating each other.
➵ word count 5.2k
➵ warnings angst (it's mild dw), jealous tae (trust me it's a warning), second hand embarrassment, mentions of alcohol, a lil tiny bit of tension.
➵ author's note i'm so sorry for the delay guys!! but i just want to thank all of you for being so patient with me. hope you enjoy this long awaited chapter!! <3
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When Taehyung steps out of the kitchen, you’re confused. You don’t recall what exactly he’s referring to and it bugs you. You want to talk to him, ask him about what he meant but then again, do you even want to know? Scared to get to the bottom of it all, you let it go for now, returning back to your office.
Work goes by fast, your focus surprisingly being present even though Taehyung’s words are nestled in the back of your mind. ‘’Oh and Y/N? I’m not sorry for looking at you like that.’’ You’re annoyed, mostly at yourself for being so drunk out of your mind to call your ex and therefore forgetting all words exchanged between you. It’s pointless to dwell on it, your curiosity definitely gets the worst out of you and for reasons being you want to let all hopes of you and Taehyung finding your way back to each other go? You’ll have to let this rest as well. So you do.
‘’Y/N!’’ You look up from your screen, Jules hugging your door, a smile showing all her pearly white teeth. She’s the definition of ‘this is an amazing day, let’s all smile and be happy,’ today by the looks of the shine sparkling from her eyes.
‘’Jules.’’ You greet back, not as excitedly as her, wanting nothing more than to be home and cuddle with Samba. But you remind yourself to stay professional, forcing a smile on your face to get this interaction quickly over with.
‘’Two things. I’m so sorry you had to see that last Friday! It’s just, Mr. Kim is such a nice guy and it just happened.’’ Her fingers twirl in her blonde hair, her cheeks reddening at the mention of Taehyung. She’s whipped. She’s whipped hard for him.
‘’It’s fine, he’s— what you said, mhm.’’ You go back to the loading screen in front of you, Jules still hanging in your office. She’s not done.
‘’Yes?’’ You push her to the final words she’s been holding in while looking down on her heels.
‘’I don’t know, he’s just kind of ignored me since it happened. I’ll leave you to work, sorry for disturbing.’’ She rushes out of your office as if she’s said too much. Her words definitely struck you, he’s ignored her since it happened? All while he went to you and took care of your drunk ass? It’s a lot to take in and your mind goes blank for the rest of the evening.
You’re in need of a friend, your best friend Jeon Jungkook to be exact. He’s the only one who truly helps you relax when things in your life get out of hand, with a tint of mockery.
Which explains why you’re at home with Jungkook sitting next to you, covered in a blanket as you watch a scary movie. The loud screams from the main character fill the dark living room, the only light coming from the TV screen.
You’re at peace, resting your head on Jungkook’s firm shoulder, the thoughts of Taehyung lingering further away from your mind.
Jungkook doesn’t ask any questions, already knowing the answer to most of them revolving around your ex boyfriend. He’s sad seeing you being so affected by him, even though it’s been five years with no contact between you.
You’re about to doze off, the scary movie being boring for you as it focuses more on jumpscares than the storyline itself, up until a buzz interrupts you. You fish for your phone, it being placed in the crack of the couch, your hand almost getting stuck by pulling it out. You’re surprised seeing Yeon-su calling you, it’s been a while since you’ve both spoken together, her being awfully busy with Jimin. They’ve reached the honeymoon phase, you can’t really blame them for being overly smitten with each other. You get Jungkook to pause the film as you take the call.
‘’Yeon-su! Hi.’’ She’s quick to greet back, already babbling about how much fun she and Jimin are having and that she met his parent’s a few days ago. You can picture the huge smile plastered on your face as she continues to ramble about her and Jimin’s relationship, until she mentions yet another fun activity that she’d love for you to join.
‘’An amusement park?’’ You parrot, a frown appears on Jungkook’s face as you turn to face him, eyes begging for a solution from him. He shrugs which results in you agreeing to join her and Jimin to the ‘date’. You knew Yeon-su just wanted you to talk a lot more with Jimin as he means a lot to her.
‘’Okay, tomorrow at five.’’ You repeat to make sure that was the right time. Yeon-su is the first to say goodbye, giggling and shushing Jimin before she hangs up.
‘’Thank you so much for your help.’’ You punch him in the stomach, Jungkook grunting in pain.
‘’Ow! What the fuck.’’ He holds his stomach, as if it’s fragile. You roll your eyes over Jungkook literally having a single brain cell which doesn’t include logic or any sense of knowledge.
‘’You’re so stupid!’’ You slump back on the couch, crossing your arms from the anger and slight tint of annoyance about your best friend not being able to take a fucking hint.
‘’Y/N, just go there, seriously what’s the worst that could happen?’’
The worst that could literally happen is walking towards you as you stand with Yeon-su and Jimin by the entrance of the amusement park. You try not to show the bubbling anger emerging in the pit of your stomach. Yeon-su and Jimin smiling and waving towards the person, all while you look down on your shoes.
‘’Taehyung! Glad you could make it.’’ Jimin throws him a pat as he greets both of them, Yeon-su throwing a compliment towards his outfit. She’s not wrong, he does look good.
‘’Hey.’’ He engulfs you in a hug and you’re taken back from his arms wrapping around your frame. You’re stiff, sensing the eyes from Jimin and Yeon-su bore in your back.
‘’Just go with it.’’ Taehyung whispers softly, for them not to hear. You let go and accept the hug. His scent traps you, your head turning dizzy and remembering how Samba carried it with her after he took care of you. You close your eyes, losing yourself in his scent, his dark curls tickling your ear.
As he pulls away, his nose brushes against your cheek and you feel a shiver run down your spine.
‘’Alright, let’s go!’’ Jimin encourages the both of you, an awkward silence throwing itself above you. Taehyung walks beside you, a clear distance between you. Yeon-su and Jimin are too busy with each other’s embraces and watching them from afar makes you miss the way this was you. Walking shamelessly with Taehyung peppering your temple with kisses as his arm rests on your shoulders. The memory causes goosebumps to arise on your forearms and you hug your form, trying to rub them away before Taehyung notices.
Jimin and Yeon-su make a stop at a rollercoaster, you look up seeing how far down it goes. You see Taehyung’s face almost pale, remembering he’s afraid of heights. But he forces himself to stand in line with the two lovebirds and you sense that he’s scared shitless.
‘’Hey, I don’t feel like riding this roller coaster. I’ll go grab myself something to drink, care to join me Taehyung?’’ He sheepishly smiles and agrees in a heartbeat. You both step out of the cue and agree to meet them in front of the ferris wheel in 15 minutes.
‘’Thanks.’’ Taehyung says as you’ve walked far away from the couple.
‘’It’s no problem. Haven’t you told Jimin about your fear of heights?’’ You expected Jimin to know about Taehyung’s very obvious fear, so it surprised you when nothing occurred.
‘’It was never brought up.’’
‘’Ah.’’ You both find a bench close to the ferris wheel and sit in silence. An older married couple and their child walk by you and you smile at the sight. Their child hugging a huge seal plushie. The child smiles in your direction before they are out of sight.
‘’You really don’t remember, do you?’’ Taehyung breaks the silence and you turn to see an empty expression from him. You know he’s referring from the day in the office, confessing towards something that has completely faded from your brain.
‘’I–’’ You start off, but your ringtone cuts you off and you quickly excuse yourself to take the call. It’s an unknown number, so you answer with caution.
‘’Hi, who’s this?’’
‘’Hey, Y/N, it’s Namjoon!’’ You immediately recall that you gave out your number to Namjoon a few hours before chaos erupted in your apartment.
‘’Oh Namjoon! Hi!’’ Taehyung’s expression changes swiftly to annoyance, hearing the so-called name slip out from your lips. You notice his expression, but don’t dwell on it, not wanting to analyze why Taehyung looks like he wants to kill someone.
Namjoon proposes to invite you to his museum, for the both of you to catch up. You agree, both of you settling on tomorrow around eight pm.
‘’Can’t wait. See you tomorrow.’’ You hang up, Taehyung staring you down for no reason.
‘’Sorry about that.’’ Taehyung scoffs at your apology and before this conversation can continue any further, Yeon-su and Jimin are back and the four of you move towards the ferris wheel.
The queue is a bit long, mostly filled with couples. The ferris wheel is a very romantic attraction so it doesn’t surprise you one bit that Jimin and Yeon-su are eager to take it.
‘’So, Namjoon, huh.’’ Taehyung’s tone is bitter, not even trying to hide his jealousy and you roll your eyes from his comment.
‘’What about it?’’ You press your lips to a thin line, awaiting his reason for the feigned jealousy. He has no right after he’s moved on — with the help of Jules lips.
‘’Are you seeing him?’’ The question throws you off. Taehyung asking such foolish questions has you turning your back to him. You really don’t want to deal with this, especially around Yeon-su and Jimin.
‘’Oh, so I’m right?’’ His ironic tone pulls you back to the conversation. You’re pissed, with every right to yet Taehyung isn’t allowed to speak on behalf of your dating life when he left you behind five years ago.
‘’Seriously, shut the fuck up.’’ You put your hand on his chest, feeling how rapidly his heart is beating. You’re surprised so you retrieve your hand and ignore the quick beating of Taehyung’s heart under your palm.
‘’Guys! It’s our turn.’’ Jimin catches the two of you’s attention, and you separately enter the passenger cars.
‘’Hi, is it possible if we could have two separate cabins?’’ You ask the guy who’s in control of the attraction. He looks at you dumbfoundedly.
‘’Either you go with your little boyfriend or you leave this queue.’’ His tone indicates he’s tired and you try to ignore the boyfriend comment he throws at you and Taehyung. You sense the suspicion from Yeon-su’s glare, so you quickly apologize to the man and walk in the passenger car.
You’re trying your best not to roll your eyes as Taehyung’s body is pressed up on yours. These cabins are tight — probably to add a more romantic effect for all the couples.
As the ferris wheel moves up, you notice Taehyung clutching on the handle for support, closing his eyes to not look down.
You forgot all about his fear of heights, too busy being pissed off about his behavior. He’s biting his lips, trembling against your shoulder.
You want to help him, but the reminder of his pissy comments make you ignore the trembling sensation coming from him.
Taehyung remains like this, eyes closed, clutching hard on any form of handle. You grunt inwardly before taking his hand and caressing it. Taehyung softens under your touch and his trembling stops.
‘’It’s almost over.’’ You remind him, as his fingers press tighter against the backside of your hand and you mentally throw a tantrum at the butterflies slowly appearing in the pit of your stomach.
The passenger car halts, signaling it’s now at the top. It tilts a bit and Taehyung whines in fear, his knuckles white as he holds as tight as he can.
‘’Taehyung, look at me.’’ He slowly opens his eyes, letting them rest on your face. His breathing settles to a normal pace and you smile at him.
‘’Y/N, I have to confess something.’’
‘’O-okay.’’ You’re not sure where this conversation is headed, but you listen attentively.
‘’When you opened the door, Jules kissed me.’’ You look away at the mention of the kiss shared between Jules and Taehyung.
‘’No, listen, she kissed me. I’ve never been interested in her.’’
‘’Taehyung, it’s fine, you don’t have to explain.’’ You find it ridiculous that he’s explaining such a thing as if you care.
‘’But I do. I don’t know how she got the idea that I might’ve been interested in her. But when I saw you—’’ He looks down at your intertwined hands, ‘’I just– I didn’t want you to think there was something.’’
‘’Taehyung, you’re free to do what you want.’’ The passenger car starts to move down.
‘’Right.’’
‘’I think, I think we should let this go. Start over.’’ Taehyung looks at you shockingly, slowly moving closer to you before you stop him. ‘’As friends.’’ It was for the best. To be friends instead of creating such a mess from being exes.
Taehyung gulps at the word friends. But he’s willing, if it means he’ll still be able to talk to you. ‘’Okay.’’ He agrees.
The passenger car finally arrives on the ground and you let go of his hand, missing the warmth the longer time runs without his hand in yours. But it was the right choice. You can be friends with Taehyung and him with you.
Returning to work the next day, you’re being met with Jules carrying a frown. She’s toying with her hair, looking down at her feet in the small kitchen.
‘’Hi Jules.’’ You greet as you open the cabinet to find a mug for your morning coffee.
‘’Taehyung doesn’t feel the same way.’’ Oh. So that’s what we’re doing, okay.
‘’I’m sorry to hear that.’’ You’re really not.
Jules lets out a puff, kicking her feet together as she thinks before speaking, ‘’something about him being interested in someone else. I don’t know.’’ Your heart stops at her explanation. Taehyung is interested in someone? You don’t want to know, sensing already where this is going. Friends. Remember you’re friends. It’s a word that has to keep itself repeating for your curious mind to not jump to conclusions. He couldn’t possibly…
You’re here to work, not think about Kim Taehyung again. Jules doesn’t expect you to answer her obvious statement of how her ‘relationship’ with Taehyung is going. So you leave the tiny kitchen, settling back in your office. It’s hard in the beginning. To completely focus on the unfinished work that is sitting right in front of your nose. Your brain is settled on reminding you of the warmth from Taehyung's hand in yours on the ferris wheel yesterday. Why did his hand have to feel so warm against yours? Even after five years, his hand still feels the same. You doze completely off, knowing you can’t escape the sudden thoughts of Taehyung’s hands… his fingers– god those fingers. The fingers discovering each part of your body and focusing solely on your–
‘’Hey! We’re ordering bagels for lunch, what kind do you want?’’ The intern Jungwoo asked you, having a strong hold on the notepad in his hand.
‘’Oh, just whatever there is. I’m not picky.’’ Jungwoo looks confusingly down on the notepad, giving you a tight lipped smile before leaving you alone. That was… weird.
You’re surprised to see that Taehyung didn’t show up to lunch. Seeing he is the CEO of Officester. You don’t think too long about it, chatting with a few colleagues as you all eat.
The day comes to an end, you being the first to rush out seeing you’re meeting Namjoon in a few hours. As you enter the elevator to go down, you’re met with Taehyung.
‘’Hey.’’ You greet casually, standing a few meters from him. He reciprocates with a small lipped smile. The silence is loud, feeling as if it takes an eternity to go down. You wish you could say anything, now that the agreement between you is friends.
‘’Are you doing anything exciting this afternoon?’’
‘’Just visiting my parents.’’ You hum before it returns to the unforgivable silence between you. To both of you’s luck, you arrive on the main floor.
Stepping out of the Officester building, you notice Taehyung walking towards a bus stop. You’re astonished, remembering how he’d never take a bus and stay clear in his very own car. You don’t think much of it, rushing to your own apartment.
You’re greeted by Samba, her big green eyes smiling at you as you kneel to run your fingers through her black fur. She purrs as if something is wrong, which quickly catches your attention.
‘’What’s wrong Samba?’’ She softly walks to the door, to keep guard. She’s waiting for someone. A specific someone.
‘’He’s not coming Samba.’’ With that you walk to your closet, deciding on a more comfortable outfit for your meeting with Namjoon. You wouldn’t call it a date knowing how Namjoon and you were clear on the friendship spectrum back in college — the reason being your relationship with Taehyung. But even as if you weren’t with Taehyung, Namjoon would never be more than a friend to you. He was attractive, kind and gentle as well. Although for some reason your eyes could never open to the idea of Namjoon being different.
The address Namjoon sends you over text is shown to be close to you. So you decide to walk and avoid taking the crowded bus in the late evening where everyone is on their own way home.
You quickly catch Namjoon in a beanie and a fuzzy sweater. His dimples are prominent on his face as he gives you a warm smile.
‘’Hi.’’ You greet, settling on hugging him which he easily reciprocates. He looks excited, judging by how his eyes sparkle and face overly glowing. He doesn’t hesitate to guide you inside the museum, it being big and spacious.
Various paintings with a few sculptures are decorating the inside of the room. You catch a person standing by a desk in the corner, she smiles as she finds you noticing her. Namjoon notices you’re aware of his secretary. His hand places itself to your back, pushing you forward with him to greet the woman.
‘’Hi, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Y/N.’’ You smile as she brightens over your greeting.
‘’Hi I’m Kira. It’s nice to meet you too.’’ Her dark brown hair is settled in a high ponytail, showing her strong built features on her olive skin. You’re surprised that such a beautiful woman is working for Kim Namjoon. Before you can think further, Namjoon tells Kira that she can leave if she’s finished with her assignment for the day. She nods, thanking him as she starts packing in front of you both.
‘’Hope you enjoy the infamous Cypher.’’ She chuckles dryly as you mutter a low thanks. You can’t help but feel intimidated. Kira being naturally pretty as she’s watching you both attentively.
‘’It’s beautiful so far so I’m sure I’ll love it.’’ You reason, seeing Kira has finally finished packing, slumping her bag on her arm.
‘’I hope so! Or else I’ll have to find a new job.’’ She jokes and Namjoon shoots her a glare in which she mouths a sorry, making you break out in a laugh finding her humoristic.
‘’At least Y/N finds me funny.’’ She sticks her tongue out, Namjoon rolling his eyes over her behavior.
‘’It was nice meeting you Kira. Get home safely!’’
‘’That I will. Thank you. Hopefully we see each other some other time.’’ Her smile widens when you agree as she finally steps out of the front doors.
‘’She’s kind.’’
Namjoon turns back, catching one last glimpse of her before he gives you his full attention. ‘’Yeah she is.’’ He agrees with you, guiding you more towards the center of the museum as your curious eyes wander around, noticing the beautiful art installed everywhere.
‘’So, how’ve you been? You looked stressed last time I saw you.’’ Namjoon speaks up first as he walks behind you while you stroll energetically all over the well put together museum.
‘’I’ve been okay, sorry, you just caught me in a bad moment.’’ You look back, a toothless smile stated towards him.
‘’Oh okay, do you want to talk about it?’’ His voice is laced with uncertainty, not sure if he can ask you something that screams personal.
‘’No, I’m okay now.’’ Even though you’ve been close with Namjoon before, talked endlessly about relationships, family, dreams and so on, it feels different now. You can’t really pinpoint what exactly makes it different. Maybe it’s the lack of contact you’ve had with Namjoon over the five years that have passed between you.
Namjoon respects your decision in not wanting to talk further about last Friday when you walked in on Jules and Taehyung. Even though Taehyung made it clear to you that there was nothing, the sight is still unforgettable.
‘’How’ve you been? I love Cypher, by the way. You always had a good eye for art.’’ You compliment him, turning to look at a certain painting that catches your attention. It’s a face, colored with pink and blue colors that illuminate a form of emotion. Namjoon stands beside you, turning to look at the same painting as you before giving you an answer, ‘’I’ve been good.’’ His dimples re-appear when you turn to look at him.
‘’I’m happy you love Cypher, took me around three years to reach where I have now.’’ You’re surprised by the information Namjoon cared to share. Three years. It was definitely worth it, seeing the final result around you.
‘’I see you like V’s work.’’
‘’What?’’
‘’The painter, their artist name is V.’’ You respond with a faint oh, recollecting yourself in front of the painting. It screams familiarity and you’re not sure why.
‘’Have you met V?’’ You ask out of curiosity.
‘’No. V is an unknown artist. I found their art on the internet and they were kind enough to give it this piece to me.’’ Namjoon is smiling as he reminisces to how he received an important piece so easily.
‘’Wow, that’s really kind yeah.’’ Before your conversation can continue any further, you feel a buzz in your jacket pocket. You’re thinking it’s Yeon-su, her calling at any given time to chat with you about Jimin and hers relationship. Which is nice, it’s exciting to hear how in love she is, seeing her not even five months ago had lost all hope in finding the one. Grabbing a hold of your phone and looking at the screen, your mind grows irritated at the name. Tae.
‘’Hold on.’’ With that you pick up and walk further inside the museum, Namjoon staying glued in front of V’s painting.
‘’Taehyung, this is a bad time.’’ You start off, silence being the only thing heard from the other side of the line.
‘’Sorry. I just thought since we’re friends I could call you again.’’ He has a point. You did state that you were friends, and friends well… share calls once in a while.
‘’You have a point. But seriously, this is a really bad time.’’ You spin slightly, seeing Namjoon look down at his shoes, looking like someone who’s bored out of his mind. Your heart drops at the thought of being rude towards Namjoon, who’s been nothing but kind.
‘’Oh. Right okay.’’ His voice drops, sounding as if he’s down about something. But as of right now? You don’t have the time nor the patience to find out.
‘’Yeah, see you tomorrow.’’ You don’t even let Taehyung speak before you hang up and walk rapidly back to join Namjoon by the painting.
‘’I’m so sorry.’’ You’re already apologizing, catching on to Namjoon’s half bored face that swiftly turns into excitement. ‘’No, hey, it’s okay.’’
‘’Should we continue?’’ He nods as you both walk further in towards the sculptures.
Meetings, meetings and another meeting. It’s an endless day of organization and business transactions being made from left and right. You’re exhausted, seeing you first came home at one in the morning after you hung out with Namjoon the whole evening, which turned to night. Taehyung is seated three seats behind you and you feel his eyes bore into your back. You chose to act unfazed and as if nothing he’s doing is bothering you, which somehow seems to work. Surprisingly.
‘’Thank you, that will be all.’’ Your boss finishes it off quickly, lunch break nearing around the corner. You can’t believe you’ve been stuck in this room since eight in the morning. A lunch break is well deserved. Walking back to your office you’re greeted by, ‘’Koo!?’’ Jungkook spins in your chair, whistling until he faces you. ‘’Missed me?’’
‘’What are you doing here?’’
‘’I bought ramen. Figured you needed some company.’’ You smile as Jungkook excitedly holds up two instant ramen cups.
You both walk towards the common canteen, Jungkook telling you all about his new gaming set up at home and you listening attentively.
Slurping noises fill the room, as you both eat in silence. You’re really glad that Jungkook came to eat lunch with you, making you less worried about the whole Taehyung situation.
‘’So what’s up with you?’’ Jungkook mumbles, nearly done chewing as he speaks. You can’t help but look judgmentally at your best friend that’s almost about to spit half of his food in your face.
‘’I don’t really know.’’ It’s an honest response, you have no idea where you are right now, your current state of mind keeps running back to the idea of Taehyung and you and it’s clear that you’re still not over the break up. Especially after having seen him too much for your own liking.
‘’Okay, what about Taehyung?’’ You knew the question was coming, Jungkook hasn’t heard anything about him since you drank five bottles of soju like it was water. It’s a lot of what has happened, and you’re not sure where to start.
‘’What about him?’’
Jungkook snorts at your question, as if it isn’t more obvious what exactly he’s referring to hearing about. You look away, hiding yourself from current embarrassment. To your luck, Jules walks by and quickly throws an elevator glance at Jungkook. You notice but don’t point anything out. Jules finds Jungkook attractive. Her stance changes completely and her hair is more exposed.
‘’Hi, Y/N, care to introduce me?’’ You widen your eyes, a mouthful of noodles resting in your mouth as you silently chew.
‘’Mmm– this is Jungkook, Jungkook this is my colleague Jules.’’
��’It’s nice to meet you.’’ She bats her eyes, them staying completely glued to Jungkook.
‘’You too.’’ He smiles kindly back, before he returns to give you full attention.
‘’Um, do you work out?’’ Jules bites her lip, drawn to the form of Jungkook’s body, especially his shoulders and arms.
‘’I do, yeah.’’ Jungkook tries his best to not seem rude, but knowing him he’s internally throwing a tantrum at her for not leaving.
‘’Care to show me one day? We could–’’
‘’Oh, honey I’m so sorry. I don’t swing that way.’’
‘’You mean you’re–’’ Jules starts off slowly but Jungkook only nods. You try your best to hold your laugh in. He’s honestly ridiculous.
‘’I- I’m so sorry. See you later Y/N.’’ She smiles awkwardly, sparing no second glance at Jungkook finishing his noodles.
‘’You’re unbelievable. I thought you swung both ways?’’ You raise both brows, aware of the fact that Jungkook is bisexual.
‘’I am, but not for that though.’’ Your laugh releases at the final straw, doing the complete opposite of holding back. Jules was everything but Jungkook’s type and you found it hilarious how quickly he had turned her down.
‘’No, but seriously, what’s up? Tell me one thing.’’ He brings out the puppy eyes and you give in.
‘’I went to visit Cypher, Namjoon’s museum.’’
‘’Oh? Like a date?’’ You’re quick to turn down the fact that it was a date between Namjoon and you yesterday.
Jungkook’s teasing doesn’t stop, him bugging you about the fact you went on a date with Kim Namjoon. You try to shush him, eyes turning in your direction, indicating you’re both being too loud.
‘’So? You have the hots for Namjoon, huh.’’ As Jungkook’s sentence slips, Taehyung walks by your table and halts at the name. You notice how he swiftly stops but goes back to walking towards his table.
‘’You’re such an ass!’’ You whisper yell, giving up on stopping the bickering from Jungkook.
‘’Shut up, you love me.’’ He’s not wrong. You do.
After Jungkook left after lunch, you’ve been stuck in the office, having a clear deadline and to finish the good amount of emails that need to be sent before you leave. You’re tired, your eyes almost dropping closed as you stare at the computer screen. You don’t realize that you’re the only one in the office, the lights being turned off all around you except the lamp in your office.
As the last email is sent, you stretch and scurry, grabbing your things quickly, your stomach screaming since earlier.
You feel much lighter, knowing today is now over and you can go home to Samba and feed her. You hadn’t expected for Taehyung to already stand by the elevator as you step out of the office. Why is he still here?
‘’Hi.’’ You greet. Him, muttering a hi back, not looking at you except just walking towards the elevator in a straight line. Many thoughts are begging to escape from your mind over his behavior, but you stop yourself. Leave it Y/N, it means nothing.
You click your tongue once or twice, the silence being too much to bear in the elevator.
‘’Y/N.’’ That catches your attention and before you can mutter a response, Taehyung walks so close to you, his nose slightly brushes over yours.
‘’You really don’t remember, do you?’’ He’s referring to his words from the kitchen earlier this week. It’s as if Taehyung senses you not being able to remember and to his advantage, the metal doors open and he walks away.
You swallow your breath, heart sinking the less he’s visible. Why can’t you just remember? You wish you could remember the whole night but your brain forbids you from digging that memory and a part of you is grateful as well. You can’t get hurt again, and especially not like you did five years ago when Taehyung left you in the middle of the street after breaking the news. But the pounding heart in your chest seems to prove you otherwise. Deeply, you know you can’t be friends with Taehyung. Your love for him is too strong for you to be able to.
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wip game: Sharp Objects
Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it.
Thank you for the ask bb! Ok so I've had this idea kicking around my head for a while and I hope to get to write it after I finish with Ex Libris and Twin Suns. I've got about 3k in little scenes written where I've had inspiration.
It's gonna be a multi-part rivals (not really enemies, but def antagonistic) to lovers (but still very antagonistic lmao) fic set during the later part of the Empire. Reader (which may change to an OC) is a bounty hunter that goes by "The Jagiir," or Jag for short, (a jagiir is the Star Wars equivalent to a jaguar I've decided) who competes with Boba as they fight their way up the bounty hunting world. It's going to be deliciously spicy and lil toxic but that's life baybee
Enjoy a lil snippet below the cut 🤭
As always, my work is intended for 18+ audiences even if there are no explicit sexual content.
As always, my work is intended for 18+ audiences even if there are no explicit sexual content.
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“That was my fucking bounty.”
You grin into your drink. Looks like Fett had finally arrived. “Hmm? What bounty?” you ask with mock innocence, blinking up to stare into the green helmet above you.
“Don't act like you don't know.” Boba grits out, balling his fists until his leather gloves creak in protest.
He's obviously pissed, but you're in a good mood and want to test your luck. “Oh, on Eelayis? That's funny, because as I recall that was a Guild bounty,” you reply cheekily, taking another swing of your spotchka, “not a private one with your name on it.”
“I'm not in the mood for your antics, kitten.” He emphasizes the pet name, knowing you hated that one the most. If you wanted to push buttons, he could too.
“Then what are you in the mood for?” you retort, reaching up to jab your finger on his chest plate playfully.
You were having entirely too much fun, Boba thinks. He grabs your wrist and pulls himself down to your ear. “Is that your problem, little princess? Nobody to fuck you like you need?” Your muscles tense in his grasp, your intent sharpening.
Running languid eyes up and down his broad frame, you smirk. “Why? You looking for someone to fuck, Fett?”
The smoldering look in your eyes almost does him in, makes him slam you down and fuck the disrespect right out of you then and there. Almost. Instead he turns on his heel, purposely letting the butt of his blaster knock your drink into your lap. Brat.
“You son of a-”
The rest of your words are cut off by the shattering of glass on the back of his helmet. Whipping around, he finds you smug-faced with your arm still outstretched from your throw, completely unabashed. You knew you'd crossed the line and weren't sorry in the least. That was fucking it.
Lunging towards you, Boba crashes his armored body into yours, shoving you into the booth wall. Knowing he has a codpiece, you opt to kick his knees out and roll him off you into the floor under the table. Scrambling out of the booth, he catches your ankle, sending you sprawling and your chin crashing into the dirty cantina floor. The sharp taste of blood fills your mouth and your mind stutters at the impact. Kark that hurt.
The room around you has exploded into chaos: Tsar's was one of those seedy joints that was always one punch away from a riot. Boots fill your watery vision as other patrons begin settling their own scores above you. Forcing yourself to focus, you kick at Boba's hands grabbing and pulling on your legs. You definitely pushed it too far with him this time, but you just couldn't help yourself—his domineering attitude just begged to be tested. And who better to do it than you?
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#yeah they're gonna have some of that nasty good sex for sure for sure#sharp objects fic#zwei writes#boba fett x reader#fanfic#ask#ask game#wip
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do you think you could you write "pretending to be a couple" with some various pining riddlers?
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Pretend Couple
Riddler x GN!Reader, five little ficlets all around 500 words each
lmao thank YOU for enabling me you precious angel! i hope i got enough pining in for you! this is so good so i wrote one for each of my riddlers!! was that a lot?? maybe but i couldn't stop myself so enjoy a lot of lil ficlets ;-;💚
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Arkham!Riddler: Visiting Hours
"I'm just very sick of Harvey getting visits constantly, when no one is here to see me, Edward Nigma! How is that possible? Even Crane has had people in to visit him!"
Unimpressed with the somehow indestructible levels of narcissism that Ed displayed, you rolled your eyes and sighed.
"Uh huh...so you thought 'I'll make up a pretend partner'?"
"Yes...rather genius, isn't it?" He smirked at you, eyebrows raised, patiently awaiting your praise, which never came.
"And you picked...me?"
"Well, picked is a strong word. I was simply left with you when the other options declined."
"Ok, goodbye, Ed!" You stood up, taking a few steps away.
"Wait! I'm sorry. That was rude of me, my dear friend. Truth be told I've always had an idea that maybe we could have been more than pretend partners at some point."
"I thought you were smart, Eddie?" You smirked at him, and he grinned back at you, ever the fan of the playful teasing you shared, bordering on flirting.
"Truthfully, being inside is getting to me more than it usually does. You know me, I am, truthfully, the alpha in every situation, but recently I've felt rather...neglected."
You sympathised with Ed's need for attention and affection. It couldn't be easy for him. You reached a hand out to hold his, placing your palm on top of the back of his and soothing him wtih your touch.
"I don't want the others to think my prowess and skills end at the intellectual. I think you'll find that I am a deeply and versatilely skilled man physically too."
"Gosh, Ed." You leaned in closer to him, aware that several other inmates were watching your interaction, resigning yourself to at least trying to be there for him. You spoke loudly, confidently, and with an air of playfulness about you.
"I'll have to come back for conjugal then."
Ed blushed, his cheeks turning crimson immediately before he managed to give you a crooked and embarrassed smile in return.
Dano!Riddler: Office Party
He looked apologetic from the moment he had shown up at your apartment to pick you up. You had counted eight times from that moment until now, when you were about to walk into the venue, that he had asked you if you were sure you didn't want to just go home.
"You're just here to look normal so that I can look normal too. You don't have to do anything, nothing that makes you uncomfortable. And you don't need to talk to anyone either. And if you want to leave at any point just let me know because-"
"Eddie, come on! We'll have a nice time. As far as we are concerned, we're just two friends having a nice time together. And, granted it was rather silly to tell them you had a long-term partner, I'm sure we'll pass well enough."
You grabbed his arm and pulled him inside, several people turning to look at you both as you entered.
"Wow...they really are surprised that you could convince someone to be with you." You whispered it into his ear, leaning onto him affectionately. "What is it you've done at this office to make them think that, and should I be concerned?" You teased him, pinching his side and making him crumple in on himself before heading to get drinks for you both at the bar table.
Eddie watched you, trying to hide the longing in his eyes from you. There you were though, pretending to be his partner, garnering looks of approval and, he could swear it, jealousy from the co-workers who either ignored his existence or outright hated him for being in their presence. You were the only person he had ever come across who had been bold and willing enough to push past his cold, shy exterior. You had warmed him, and he had fallen hopelessly in love with you.
Several people stood by you, and you had them all laughing. It never took you long to be the shining light of any room, and Eddie loved that about you. As he stared, trying to picture a world where someone like you might genuinely consider being with him, you caught his eye. Smiling and waving, motioning for him to join your new friends, you blew a little kiss at him too, his heart fluttering as though he could feel it physically reach him.
And as he joined you, standing slightly behind you, proudly and silently, you took your hand in his and had him wishing he was brave enough to ask you on a date and feel this happy and normal permanently.
Gotham!Riddler: Bold and Brave
You noticed when he came into the library, you always did. Every time Ed was in, he always made a point of saying 'hello' and 'goodbye' to you, an awkward but oddly charming, and heart meltingly sweet, smile accompanying it. He was so tall and striking, exactly your type. And you were sure on more than once occasion that he was trying to ask you out. But he had stammered, nerves getting the better of him, and had left quickly. And your shy demeanour and inability to speak up for yourself was, to say the least, detrimental to your plans to finally ask him out and do the hard work yourself.
After noting which aisle of books he was going down, you counted to one hundred and then got up to make your way down the adjacent aisle, hoping to just be near him. You could hear voices, and resisting the urge to shush them, you listened in.
"So what are you doing in here, Nygma? You staring at the librarian again?"
Just a half hour before he had arrived, several police officers had come in to take a look at the archive, which had been broken into an burgled the day before. They were standing before Ed, clumped in a group.
"Just ask her out Nygma, we've all heard you talking about her. You too shy? Maybe you could tell her one of your dumb riddles, that might get her wet, you never know! She could be a freak just like you!"
As much as their words were cruel, it was nice to know that Ed's infatuation with you burned as strongly as yours did for him.
"How about I go ask her out? Show her what a real man feels like? Then you can take a turn at my scraps, huh Ed?"
They were laughing, cruelly. Your stomach knotted at the idea of him experiencing any sort of humiliation and before you knew it you had rounded the corner and were walking into the aisle, approaching him from behind as the cops hushed their laughter and pointed at you. Their faces dropped though, as you walked in front of Ed, put your arms around his neck dramatically, and kissed him hard, only pulling away after what was likely thirty seconds but felt like a blissful eternity.
"There you are, sweetheart! I was looking for you when you came in. You must have slipped by me." You turned to face the cops, who stood slack-jawed and irritated. "Imagine him, being so busy he forgot to come and say hi to his girlfriend!"
Ed smiled wide, beaming as the officers walked past you both silently and into the archive to finish doing their job.
Stammering, desperate to find the words to say to you, Ed stood open mouthed. Feeling a lot less nervous than you ever had before, you spoke up.
"You could take me to dinner, Ed. As a thank you?"
He nodded silently, writing down a time and place for you on a scrap of paper.
Capullo!Riddler: A Ruse
"So you tricked me? There's no party?"
"Not exactly, no."
"I don't know why I was so stupid? I mean why would you, famed sleazebag bachelor Eddie Nygma, need a pretend date for one of your stupid friend's parties?"
"Maybe you wanted to believe the lie?" He smirked at you, the same smile that made you want to punch his lights out on an almost daily basis, if not hourly. You weren't even going to give him the satisfaction of reacting, turning away with your face neutral, only stopping when he grabbed your arm.
"No no no no, wait, just wait!"
You turned back to him, arms folded.
"Well? I'm waiting."
"I just didn't think-"
"As usual!" You turned again, making it four steps closer to the door before he had rushed around you and was standing between you and the exit.
"Let me finish. I didn't think you would come somewhere with me if there wasn't a reason to, unless you were getting something out of it."
"Those three days of silence you promised are priceless."
"See! Quid pro quo!"
"So you bribed me, tried to get me to pretend to be your girlfriend, had me feeling sorry for you. Just to get me somewhere alone?"
"Well, it's a date...isn't it?"
"Not if I'm being given something to go on it!"
"Erm...think of yourself as like my escort for the night."
"Try again, Eddie." You went to walk past him, but he held your arms, looking down at you, a look of unnatural and unfamiliar sincerity crossing his brows.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just...think we might have fun. If you can push past this?"
"Push past what? Everything about this whole situation and about you as a person?"
"Yeah, seems easy enough." He smiled and you rolled your eyes back at him, caught off guard when he wrapped an arm around your back, pulling you in to kiss him. With your hands out by your side, the started moving up in a bid to push him back, but instead you found your palms lightly landing on his suit jacket lapels, clinging to them and using them to pull him closer to you, deepening the kiss. When neither of you could breathe you both stepped back, tiny gasps passing between you.
"Ha. I knew you liked me!"
"You owe me four days of silence now."
"Hmm...what can I get for a week?"
YoungJustice!Riddler: Family Issues
He stopped, knuckles raised at the front door, pausing to turn to you.
"Ok, this will be fine right?"
"Boy, your family really did a number on you, huh?"
He let out a tiny laugh, trying to mask the terror in his voice, but the squeaking gave it away.
“Look, it’s fine!” You took his arm in yours, smiling at him and nodding slowly, waiting till he started nodding with you before slapping his arm with your free hand. “I’ll be a great pretend girlfriend, no awkward questions about why you don’t have one yet, and then the only thing they can get on at you for is-”
“-is the million other disappointments I bring to them, right.”
“Right. Great!”
Once inside, his mood was no better. There was a tense smile plastered onto his face, far too much of a grimace to pass as anything else, but either his family didn’t notice or they chose to ignore it. Every passive aggressive comment was met by your perpetually upbeat praise for him, and they commented on everything from the mundane to the deeply personal.
“Eddie’s intelligence goes far beyond just science and maths.”
“He makes an amazing eggplant parm.”
“On the weekends we volunteer together!”
“So far, he’s successfully executed five plans, with no help at all from me.”
“I love his tooth gap, I think it’s cute.”
“The colour green really suits him though, don’t you think?”
“He’s so thoughtful, just yesterday he gave me this necklace!”
Everything they hit him with, you were there to step in when he stuttered over his anxiety, stress at being questioned for every life choice he made rendering him almost speechless. After an intense hour, your sympathy for Eddie only increasing immensely by the minute, you were seated for dinner. The conversation all but mellowed out after the solid hour of deeply hurtful comments that you had batted back with such effort it truly felt like you were physically hurling them back across the coffee table at the kind of judgemental people who could raise someone so emotionally troubled as Eddie.
You were allowed to think it, he was your best friend. His flaws were what you liked about him, they weren’t something to nitpick at or criticise. He was who he was. And as though he could sense that you were thinking about him, and the ordeal he’d already been through so far today, Eddie’s hand dropped below the table, nudging against yours. Without looking his way, not wanting to make a scene, you grabbed onto it firmly, squeezing it three times in quick succession. While his family were busy complaining about the way the soup tasted, he leaned to the side gently and whispered to you.
“Thank you. Really.”
You turned to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“You owe me.” You smiled and winked, turning back to your bowl as he blushed into the glass he took a drink from, gulping heavily.
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I hope this doesn't come on too strong or like some parasocial shit, but I've been struggling in a really bad chronic illness rut that's been affecting my mental health, I'm stuck in bed all the time and just feel kinda detached.
Looking thru all your fantastic Otto art really got an emotion out of me, tho. I'm like, on the couch, giggling and squeaking like an idiot while my wife glances up from her laptop smiling bc she just KNOWS, haha.
It's just really lovely art, your style is so appealing to look at and I adore the little things you put into his demeanor and appearance. Seeing lil bits of everyone's personality in their style and take on a character is such a joy for me.
I just feel like creators deserve more interaction and feedback for their work, no matter how simple or minute it might seem. And anything that helps me start crawling out of a pain-fueled self-pity clown show DEFINITELY deserves at least a "thank you for posting wonderful art for people to enjoy".
Hope you're having a swell day~!
Man,, I'm terribly sorry that's something you have to go through right now. I hope you're taking it easy as much as you can ofc, but I'm really happy to hear that my artwork is helping you take your mind off it, in a way.
I complain about my work a lot but as long as others are either gaining some sort of enjoyment out of it / getting inspired to create something themselves, then that tells me that it's worth it and makes me glad!
I appreciate all the love I get on my stuff, even if I'm not super active I always look at the tags n whatnot and it usually gets a smile out of me.
So thank you very much for reaching out, truly, and I do hope things get better for you soon!! ♥♥♥
#geek asks#I do apologize for my inactivity#been getting more and more busy and really distracted#but I really do appreciate stuff like this#I might do some more doodles here n there to post#I can't promise anything though I'm sorry#college is gonna wreck me lol
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hellooo rid, hope you're doing well!!!☀️
just finished cmi9 and i fkn loved it :"))) the longing and yearning, got my chest burning and eyes leaking all the time while reading it. just when i think the story and writing can't get any better, you drop bomb ass chapters like this that prove me wrong every single time. bless you and your big beautiful brain
i'm sorry to hear that you thought you disappointed us, but let me tell you that's a stupid thought🤨 the way you're unfolding this story and the characters is sooo good and consistent, i haven't read such great work in ages! the way you portray the characters' thoughts, feelings and experiences is so touching. even tho i can't really relate to their stories, i feel like i'm there with them, living their experiences. so keep up the good work, and believe in yourself a little bit more. i'm sure i speak for all of us when i say you're super fkn talented and you're doing god's work here!!!!!!
can't wait for the rest of the story, knowing that our cmi babies are slowly working things through. in the meantime, take care of yourself and rest as much as you need, you deserve it (and also we need that big beautiful brain of yours to keep writing amazing pieces like this)🫂🩷
(p.s. i want to interact more in here, i'm usually more of a passive reader but i just have to change that and let u know more often how amazing you are. so from now on i'm the 🐼✒️ anon xoxo)
oh my gosh, panda HELLO !!!!! welcome welcome, it's so nice to meet you and i'm so happy you decided to reach out.. can't wait to talk some more with you!! 🤍🥺
wahh, cmi9.. thank you so much for praising it like that. i was blushing and crying a lot while working on it, so i'm glad you felt the same. bomb ass chapters, you say? pleaseee 😳 i think i was just scared i'd disappointed everyone bc feedback was a lil sparse at the beginning and the biggest aspect of the chapter wasn't mentioned much.. but am so thankful for everyone who came through since then 🥺 the chapter was long, so i understand now that it took ages to read, too lol :') you guys know how to kill my insecurities and ilysm. so yeah, ty fr for saying all that.. all i want is for you guys to enjoy this and feel what they're feeling.
i seriously cannot wait to continue their story!! there's so much ahead and i truly hope you guys will love it as much as im loving the outline. AH THANKSSSS, definitely taking care of myself bc my creativity sinks hard after every chapter, so recuperating rn before diving into cmi10 hehe. i love you, thank you for being so sweet. and welcome again babe 🤍
#LOL U SAID RID IS STOOPID FOR OVERTHINKING and you're so right!! gotta be confident yes 😤#so sweet.. my brain is very thankful#notes for rid 🌹#anon#🐼✒️ anon#fic: colour me in
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