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𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: taking 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 home (flashback)

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: child! jinx/powder 𝐱 child! ekko w/ an child! oc who roller skates 🛼

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧/𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬: 🆂🅴🆁🅸🅴🆂

𝐒��𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Kara meets powder.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⚠️: 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡

Recap of ‘meeting them’

Vander’s POV:

There were fire everywhere, surrounding the bridge after the enforcers took everything, the sound of a little girl singing the girl sung…

“ Dear friend across the River “

Her voice was really sad but a little happy in it.

“ My hands are cold and bare “

What is this song I’ve never heard of it?

“ We should go see who it is Kara. “ i whispered as she walked up to me while I punched the enforcer who was cling to my leg

She nodded he walked over to the singing girl.

[unknown] I’ll take what you can spare

What does she mean? I said in my head

Then I realized ’bloody hell she’s talking about the bloody enforcers!’

End of recap

3rd person’s POV: flashback

Violet fell down sobbing, looking at her mother’s dead body. Powder hugging her, breaking down with her sister, everyone is sobbing expect Kara and Vander.

Vander picked up the sobbing girls Kara clinging to Vander’s leg,everything felt like it was in slow motion. Violet looks down at Kara who was on her side and Kara looks up at her Kara just looked at and smiled Violet smiled at the little girl.

Violet looked back at the ground with tears in her eyes obviously thinking of something, Violet looked up at the top side.

𝔗𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔰𝔨𝔦𝔭

Kara’s POV:

Me and milo, Clangor, V and Powder are on the top side of town to steal some things for us I mean how bad can it be...

“We're almost there“ V yelled at the others

“No shit“ I exclaimed

V looked down at me and rolled her eyes, Vi made it to the top of the building.

“Hey Powder Kara!“ V said

“Come take a look“ V said after exhaling

I grunt annoyed

“yeah?“ I said to V

“wow!“ I said breathe - takingly

“whoa“ powder exclaimed in the same tone as me

“It’s nice getting above it all, huh?“ Violet said smiling

“ I know right!“ I yelled happily but not to loud

A ship looking thing flew above us

“what’s that?!“ I yelled so they can hear me

“One day, I’m gonna ride in one of those things, Powder said to me

“ I know you will one day I Promise “ I said smiling at her

She smiled back I didn’t Notice she had a pretty smile

“ And one day I'm gonna shoot em down!“ milo said putting a hand gun up

I roll my eyes at milo as vi slapped his hand

“Vi, are you sure about this?“ claggor said scared

I looked at vi to hear her answer

“Look, if we get caught, we’re-“ claggor said nervously but got cut off by V

“ we’re not gonna get caught.” V assured him

Powder looked at me I shrugged lightly and followed V I jumped down since i was wearing skates I almost fell but powder grabbed my arm

“Thanks” I said out of breathe because of what happened

She nodded smiling a little

‘Aw’ I said in my head

“We’ll be in and out before anyone notices.” V said

I skated over to them

“Whoa this is high you sure we should do this V?” I said scared because how high it was

Powder grabbed my hand to calm me down I mouthed a ‘thank you’

She smiled

“ All right, everybody follow me… just don’t look down.” V told everyone

Violet jumped down and swings side to side and jumped down to a balcony she jumped out to a roof she looked back at us.

Milo looked surprised at what had happened. Milo cracked his knuckles jumped down and almost fell. I chuckled a little he glared at me i just keep laughing with powder Milo rolled his eyes, I smiled.

He jumped off the balcony to the roof he made it then Claggor came and got some stuff on his face

“Couldn’t have we have at least just walked there?” Claggor exclaimed

“No we would of got caught!” I yelled at him

“Gotta stay out of sight for this one.” V said after me

She looked up at powder and me

I looked at powder and grabbed her hand and smiled lightly meaning ‘it’s okay’ she looked at me and took a deep breath

“Hey get on my back I got ya!” I said to her

“A-are you sure I mean I’m kinda heavy and-“ I cut her off

“ Come on your not that heavy!” I said assuring her

“B- o-okay” she said stumbling over her words as she got on my back

“Okay hang on tight!” I said looking down

She held tightly around my neck and wrapped her legs around my waist, but not too tight I jumped down to the balcony held on to the rails powder tightened her arms and legs. As I jumped to the roof I almost fell but I grabbed to the side of the building and climbed up Vi exhaled that we made it.

“Thank you!” She said

“We’re here pow!” I said happily that were alive after all that

She opened her eyes powder started to smile

“No problem love!” I said uh-oh she looked at me Surprised at what I said then this is when the stuttering Happens.

“I-I-I m-mean n-no p-problem!” I said stuttering over my words

“You guys gonna come or just stand there” Milo said annoyed

I looked at powder and…

“We’ll off we go!” I said

She smiled

She walked away with me following behind Milo huffed as powder walked by I just roll my eyes

𝔗𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔰𝔨𝔦𝔭: 𝔯𝔲𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔶 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔢𝔫𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔠𝔢𝔯𝔰.

“HOLD ON!” V shouted because something blow up

It was smoke everywhere, I couldn’t see the middle part of the apartment blow up

“Watch out!” I heard someone say down there say maybe an enforcer

There blue things flying in the air from that blue crystal thing

“Hey!” The two enforcers said as they looked up

Me and

vi looked at each other and looked back an said…

“Shit!” We both said at the same time

A honks went off I look over

“Holy-“ i Said but the honks cut me off

They ran as I skated after them we heard indistinct shouting i skated faster to catch up

“Stop right there!” An enforcer yelled they throw something at us

I heard Claggor gasp as it almost hit him

I push though the crowd

[enforcer 1] Get them off!

[Vi] Faster!

I heard powder scream

[Me] Powder you okay!

[Powder] Yeah I’m okay!

I jumped down to stairs

[Man] Hey! Hey!

[Woman] Look out!

They throw another of those things at powder almost hitting her but she moved out the way

I looked up saw some enforcers which made me skate faster

[enforcer 1] Down there!

[everyone] You can’t get away!

The bridge was going up for a boat can come through

I jumped over the bridge

[Me] AHHHHH

[enforcer 1] Hey!

[enforcer 2] Come on!

[Vi] This way!

All of us we’re panting

[enforcer 1] Keep going!

I make sure I don’t hit the wall I grinded to the side

[Milo] Go, go, go!

I grunt

[Me] i think we lost them

I said slowing down

[milo] Oh, man not again.

[milo] I just got this shirt—

Vi kicked him down and powder went down now it’s time for me to go I went down

[Me] WOOOO

Claggor went down too then vi

I fell down I heard powder scream and I didn’t move so she doesn’t get hurt

[Me] oof

[powder] sorry!

[Milo] Thought last time was the last time we we’re gonna do this.

[Vi] well, this time’s the last time.

[Claggor] Guys, what was that?

[Claggor] What the hell happened back there

Uh-oh I should speak

[Me] I don’t know

welp I lied

They look at powder

[Powder] I don’t know, I didn’t do anything!

[Milo] You could fill a damn library with all the things you didn’t do.

Oh that’s it

[Me] Shut it Milo!

[Milo] And you, your name should literally be karma, because every bad thing you do it

comes back to you.

I looked down

[Vi] Guys, we just emptied a piltover penthouse right under enforcer’s noses.

[Vi] So, if you’re done beating yourselves up.

I guess that’s true

[Vi] Let’s get this home.

Vi pulled me up since I have skates on

I saw deckard yeah Um remember when I said how bad can it be yeah Um this is really bad

[Deckard] Nice haul?

[Milo] You could say that.

Uh-oh

[Deckard] I heard there was some action across the river.

[Me] Yeah, no shit I’m pretty sure everyone heard about it even vander so please leave us alone.

Deckard chuckled at my comment to him

[Deckard] No your on my streets.

[V] Your streets? What makes you think—

I cut her off

[Me] Listen, we don’t want any trouble, okay?

[guy 1] Hear that, Deckard? They don’t want any trouble.

[Deckard] You know, in my experience, trouble finds you.

[Deckard] There’s no reason this has to get ugly.

Ugh I hate him

[Deckard] How about you share a little taste of your treasure there.

[Me] No way!

[Deckard] What you say princess?

[V] Just a taste?

[D] Just a—

Deckard yelps after getting hit in the face with the bag well this is when the fight/chase started

𝔗𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔰𝔨𝔦𝔭: 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱/𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔰𝔢

[Me] run!

powder ran as I followed skating after her I grabbed powders hand putting her on my back I skated off

[Guy 1] Oh, you little

[Me] Hang on P!

I turned a corner but it was blocked

[Me] Damnit, okay Um P do you got a mouser bomb

[P] Yeah I think

[M] okay give to me

I put her down she gives me the bomb

[M] Let’s hope this works

[M] Come on, come on, come on work, please

[P] No!

[M] No!

[M] Powder throw the bag!

[P] Are you sure?!

[M] Yes!

She throws the bag in to the water

[M] Get on my back while he’s distracted

She’s nods

[G1] Hey!

I skated off before he can see us

[Milo] You did what?!

[Powder] I’m sorry!

[Kara] hey! She said sorry

[Powder] I tried to fight him off with Mouser, but… she didn’t work.

[Milo] Who saw that coming?

[Kara] I told her to!

They all looked at me

[Kara] Hey! I’m telling the truth!

[Milo] You did this!

I looked down with powder

[Violet] Doesn’t matter. The stuff’s gone.

[Violet] It’s all right, Powder and Kara. At least your okay.

Me and Powder smile at Violet sadly

[Mylo] Okay? What about us? I get my face bashed in, and they gets a pass?

[Vi] Yup.

We all got in the elevator to the underground’s

[Mylo] Every time. Every time they come, something goes wrong. they jinx every job.

I looked up at him with a glare of hatred and put my arm around Powders shoulders and side hugged her she put her head on my shoulder I put mines on top of hers

[Vi] Just drop it Mylo.

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐤

[Kara] You okay powder?

𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

[Powder] Yeah

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞

[Kara] wanna talk about it when we get back

[Powder] No

[Kara] Okay

I look at vi who pulled their Hood over their head well... We made it

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞?

Vi jumped out as I grabbed Powders hand so we don’t get lost I skate out

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝, 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞

𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬

I hold Powders hand tighter as it got more crowded

𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡...

It is kinda scary over here sometimes a lot of things happen here everyday

[Man] sit still!

[woman] Come on, get out of here!

I gasp as I saw a weird looking hooker

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

I Remember when me and Ekko walked the streets over here to go to some big tree that we love going to go to, we don’t take Pow because we don’t really know that place we only found it like 5 months ago.

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛��𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐞?

𝔈𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔰𝔬𝔫𝔤

We finally made it to ‘the last drop’ where our dad works and lives at. It’s lots of fights here so we’re not here a lot when there’s a fight.

We went inside of the bar and saw Vander I waved a little he just looked at me and smiled a little bit and then looked at the people he talking to.

And… we’re fucked

[V] Vander learns none of this.

[Mylo] No worries there. Powder and Kara took care of the evidence. I looked at Powder she had her head down

[Powder] We tried, okay? You don’t get it. You’re older, you’re bigger. It, it isn’t fair.

I sat down by ekko and put my head in his lap (no weird stuff)

[Milo] So, stick with us! Take a punch or two.

I just blocked out what they were saying and closed my eyes as ekko ran his hands in my white hair just like him but I’m not related to him.

Then Vander came in as soon as I was falling in a deep sleep.

[Vander] Everyone all right?

[Milo] Never better.

[Vander] Good, I don’t suppose you can explain why it is that I’m hearing about and explosion

My eyes snapped open when he said ‘EXPLOSION’

[Vander] Five children fleeing the scene. What we’re you thinking?

[V] That we can handle a real job.

[Vander] A real Job?

[Violet] We got our own tip, planned a route, nobody even saw.

[Vander] You blew up a building.

[V] That wasn’t—

[Vander] Did you even stop to think about, what could have happened to you? Eh? To them?

[Kara] W— We didn’t know that was going to um happen.

They all looked at me, but looked back at Vander

[Vander] What even gave you that tip?

[Powder & Kara] We just heard it at Benzo’s shop

I got up to skate to powder to sit right by her so ekko can do something

[Vander] From?

[Powder & Kara] Little Man.

[Vi] I took us there. If you wanna be mad, be mad at me. But your the one who always says, we have to earn our place in this world.

[Vander] I also told you time and time again, the Northside’s off-limits. We stay out of Piltover’s business.

[Violet] Why? They’ve got plenty, while we’re down here scraping together coins. When did you get so comfortable living in someone’s shadow?

[Vander] Everyone out.

I grabbed Powders hand and skated out of there Mylo and Claggor we’re first to leave.

Me & Powder was looking for something for me and her bombs we make they don’t work but um I know they will work one day. She found a pieces of thrash metal for it. She pulled an orb, that blew up the penthouse.

[Kara] You still have that?

She nodded

[Kara] Oh, we’ll we should put it to use maybe it will help the bombs.

We ran to the door, Powder closed it in a hurry we rush down the stairs our room but Mylo said something, this made my blood boil.

[Mylo] their a problem.

[Violet] Mylo, I’m really not….

[Mylo] Do you remember what was in that bag? They biggest payout we’re ever seen and they just lost it.

[V] They made a mistake.

[Mylo] name one thing they hasn’t done.

Me and Powder looked at each other and we we’re both crying

[Violet] They’re young.

[Mylo] Don’t bullshit me. You were twice the person at half their age.

I grabbed powders hand giving it a light squeeze and smiled a little too make her feel okay but it didn’t work. I looked down I feel bad

[Vi] You know what, Mylo? You’re right. There’s a bunch of thing Powder and Kara just can’t do.

I tear started to stream down my face like a waterfall voices we’re in my head so I took a deep breath and opened my eyes.

[Mylo] You don’t have to tell me twice.

Me and Powder ran away before they can say something else because we couldn’t take it.

Music was playing from upstairs I guess but me and Powder are making another bomb Vi came in but we didn’t hear.

[V] So, what are you gonna call this one.

[Kara & Powder] Whisker.

[Vi] You wanna talk about today?

[Powder & Kara] What’s the point? We messed up everything. We always do.

[Violet] Nobody said that.

[Kara & Powder] You did. No. Just that you we’re “twice the person” at half our age. You heard them. We’re not a fighter.

[V] You don’t have to be. Look, I’ve got these and you’ve got those.

[Powder & Kara] They don’t work. They never work.

[Vi] They will. Come on.

Me and Powder followed her up to the rooftop. We sat down on the edge of the building everyone lights we’re on it was so…. PRETTY

[Powder] What are we doing here?

[Violet] See that gutter running along the canal?

[Kara] Yeah?

Vi gave Powder Pole from a fence.

[V] That’s where Claggor got his foot stuck running from enforcers. They thought it was funny, so they left him there. He was out all night before we found him. That sign, You see it

[Powder & Kara] Uh-Huh.

[Violet] Mylo tripped over his own paint bucket and nearly fell off trying to Draw a giant middle finger.

[Kara laughing] I can see him doing that!

[Vi] his ass made that splotch.

[Powder laughing] That’s funny

[Vi] And that? When I was a kid, some guy took my favorite toy and threw it up there. I used to come out here at night and stare at it, hoping maybe the wind or a bird might knock it down.

[V] we all had bad days. But we learn, and we stick together.

Vi put an arm around powder and me looking at us when saying the last sentence.

[Powder] Oh, I forgot. These we’re in my pocket, they’re from the apartment.

[Violet] What are they?

[Kara] I don’t know it’s just some orb.

[Powder] we don’t know.

[Powder & Kara] Should we show Vander?

[Vi] No, Let’s keep this our little secret?

When she said that me and powder smiled at her

[Vi] Mylo’s wrong, Kara and Powder you guys are stronger than you think.

[Violet] And one day, this city is gonna respect us.

I stand up and look at the moon.

3rd person POV: Silco’s Place

[unknown] You we’re supposed to follow them and not interfere.

[Deckard] I’m sorry. They just caught us by surprise.

Deckard grunts out

[unknown] Now his accomplice is asking questions about you, that’s not a risk I’m willing to take.

Deckard grunts

[Deckard] The kids. It was their fault, the explosion in the upper city.

[unknown] That was them?

[Deckard] Yeah. The topsiders are up in arms looking for ‘em.

[unknown] Vander’s in trouble, Smartest thing ever said boy.

The people who works for the man takes Deckard.

[unknown] But keep him off the streets. Our timeline has moved up.

[man 1] It’s almost ready.

[Unknown] Show me, and side effects

They man puts the cat in the cage where something is there it’s an rat.

[man 1] stabilizing

The rat squeaks trying too get away from the hairless cat. The cat purrs the rat squeaks in pain as if what he was drinking was something dangerous?

The rat lunged out to the cat killing it

[Man 1] do you have a subject in mind?

[unknown] someone just volunteered.

you have reached the end of the chapter

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Thank you so much for reading part 3 will come out to day, I hope you liked it we’re almost there when we introduce Jinx aka Powder and Karma aka Kara.

Fun fact: I wrote this while watching arcane

Bye have a great day/night

#lgbtqia+#poly!jinx x ekko #jinkarcane #love tangle #polysexual #oc!Kara #mental health #masonyouryanderelover

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Destiny & Deliverance: Epilogue

Destiny & Deliverance Masterlist ||| Main Masterlist Dieter Bravo X OFC (Natalia)

Series Rating: Explicit (18+) Word Count: 3.6k

Series Summary: Natalia Cohen is experiencing major life changes, beginning with leaving an emotionally abusive husband. She is learning how to navigate life on her own while dealing with the resulting mental health struggles. Just when she has settled into her new normal, she meets a handsome stranger on a work trip. He turns out to be a well-known actor with a heart-breaking past named Dieter Bravo. They quickly develop a connection that will forever alter their lives.

Warnings: Themes dealing with mental health, emotional trauma, drug use, alcohol abuse, and discussions about suicide. There will be fluff, tears, spicy language, and smut. This will be a slow burn type of story. Read at your own risk.

Chapter Quote: “No. No…you’re the reason conditions exist for this."

Five Years Later

I could feel Dieter’s lips lightly grazing up the back of my neck as he pulled me tightly against his chest. I glanced up at the clock on the nightstand through squinty eyes and groaned at the early morning hour.

Dieter nuzzled his face next to my ear, “Come on baby, we need to get up. Everyone will be here soon.”

I scoffed and pulled a pillow to cover my face, “Soon? We still have a few more hours.”

He whined, “Oh come on…I wanna take advantage of our alone time while we still have it.”

Sliding the pillow from my face, I turned to arch a brow at him, “I don’t know what you’re talking about…we never have time to ourselves.”

He kissed down the side of my neck, moving to hover over me as I settled on my back. His lips met mine briefly before murmuring between gentle kisses, “Shhh, don’t jinx it. We’ve got at least an hour before all hell breaks loose.” Just as his hand began to make its way down my body, there was a crash from downstairs followed by a loud commotion. We both groaned as his forehead dropped to mine. He chuckled, “Aaannd there goes the gate…I’m blaming you for this. You spoke it into existence.”

I shook my head and smirked up at him, “No. No…you’re the reason conditions exist for this. It’s your fault, so I’ll let you go deal with it while I sleep in. Also, you owe me now…and I’m charging tax.”

Dieter feigned a look of shock, “Geez…such a steep price for withholding sexual gratification…” He rubbed his nose against mine, smiling, “I’ll happily pay it tenfold first chance I get, mi amor (my love).”

He leaned down for one last kiss, lingering for a moment as I scratched at the gray patches in his beard. He finally moved to get up and quickly threw on a pair of boxer briefs and gym shorts. As soon as he opened the bedroom door, Moony raced in and jumped on the bed to attack me with kisses. Dieter paused in the doorway, laughing at my grumbles and attempts to get Moony to settle down so I could go back to sleep. Just as Moony started to calm, we heard a small voice from downstairs yell, “Molly is in the pantry again and I can’t get her out!”

Dieter’s head dropped and his shoulders slumped. It was my turn to laugh at him now, “You wanted to take care of the baby goat, so you deal with it.”

He sighed, “I think I need to install one of those permanent gates. The tension gate is clearly not working.”

My eyes widened as I snorted out, “Ya think?”

We were interrupted by the disembodied voice from downstairs again, “There’s dog shit on the rug too.”

Dieter stuck his head out into the hallway, “Luca, I told you, don’t say that word. I’m coming...”

“False alarm…I think it’s vomit,” Luca yelled back, ignoring the minor admonishment for his language.

I placed my hand over my mouth to stifle the laughter that was threatening to burst out. Dieter looked at me, shaking his head before turning to go downstairs, muttering something about “a fucking circus” as he went. I sat up in bed, pulling Moony into my lap for a snuggle just as I heard Dieter hiss out a loud “Fuck” followed by Luca saying matter-of-factly, “THAT pile was definitely dog shit.”

I chuckled, hugging Moony closer, “Did you do that, mister? No? I’m sure it was one of the others…”

Several minutes of silence passed before I heard quiet giggles from Dieter and Luca drifting up the staircase. I moved to the bathroom to get ready for the day, thinking there was no telling what they were up to.

Luca had only been with us for sixteen months, but he was already a mini clone of Dieter. He unexpectedly came into our lives with a phone call from one of our close contacts at CDSS, Amber, asking us to take him on as an emergency foster. Luca’s mother had sadly passed after an intentional overdose and CDSS was still working to locate other family members to place him with.

Luca had been attending an after-school mentoring program which was funded by our three-year-old foundation that provided support to families who had experienced trauma. Luca’s dad had passed a couple years prior in a car accident, which qualified him for assistance and trauma support. Dieter was very active in the mentoring program and was matched with Luca early on. As a result, they had built a pretty solid relationship before Luca came to stay with us. It was only meant to be temporary until his relatives could be found, but they never found anyone willing or able to take him in.

Dieter and I had discussed adopting after being unsuccessful in having our own children. I had reservations, of course, but my worries soon disappeared the day we went to the CDSS offices to collect Luca from their custody. Up until that point, I had only seen Luca in passing while rushing between meetings - not really having a proper introduction. Dieter talked about him frequently, often voicing concern about the boy’s home life as they began to spend more time together. I knew Dieter had grown to care about Luca, so I wasn’t completely shocked when he busted into one of my Monday morning meetings asking to speak with me in private about the call he had received from Amber.

As I watched Luca through the glass window at the CDSS offices, seeing his dark curls and sad chocolate-colored eyes caused something stir inside of me that I wasn’t expecting. Dieter didn’t hesitate to enter the room, immediately scooping Luca up into a tight hug. I watched the two of them together as Amber filled me in on what happened and was quick to mention that Luca had been asking for Dieter specifically since he arrived. The six-year-old had clearly bonded with Dieter more than either of us had realized, which is why Amber called Dieter first thing that morning once they knew an emergency foster would be needed.

Dieter and I knew early on that we wanted to adopt Luca if they were unable to find any relatives that would take him. We did have some concerns if the adoption would be approved given our mental health history, even though we had both been doing well for years now. However, Amber assured us that proper paperwork from the doctor would make that a non-issue since it was an in-state adoption. After eleven months of jumping through all the hoops, Luca, now 8 years old, was legally ours. Once things were official, we headed to Sonoma to enjoy the remainder of the summer weather and for much needed family time after the stress of going through the adoption approval process.

The rest of the family was due to arrive, planning to spend a few days with us to celebrate. They were all just as excited as we were about the adoption. They had quickly accepted Luca into the fold without hesitation from the start and were happy that he would be staying with us.

When I emerged from the bathroom, I could hear additional voices added to the mix downstairs. It sounded like Lauren and Alex had arrived earlier than expected. As I moved to pull a tank top from the chest of drawers, I realized our journal was sitting open on the top of it. There was a new entry from last night scribbled in Dieter’s messy script.

“Mi Vida (my life), I love going to bed every night with my arms wrapped around my guiding star and waking up every morning realizing my dreams are real. Everything is better with you. I’m still falling… Something else to note, I seem to have an insatiable sexual appetite for you, but that’s an entry for another day. Don’t judge me...”

I snorted at Dieter’s ability to mix sappy romantic language with his dirty thoughts. It never failed to make me laugh. Once I managed to stifle my giggles and finish getting dressed, I quickly made my way down to greet my best friend, and now sister-in-law, with a hug. Luca and Alex were chatting away about a book while Dieter pulled supplies out of the refrigerator to make breakfast. It appeared that Dieter had raided the laundry room since I saw him last. He had added a t-shirt and a pair of my fuzzy socks to wear with his “house crocs”. I briefly wondered if this was what he and Luca had been giggling about earlier.

As we sat around the island chatting, Molly jumped the gate that was meant to block her from getting out of the “dog’s room” and came running through the kitchen. Lauren had to do a double take as the goat ran past, “Was that a fucking goat in pajamas?”

Dieter snickered behind us from the stove as Luca ran after her.

“Yes, that’s a fucking goat in pajamas. Dieter offered to take care of her because she was rejected by her mother. She’s going back to the farm up the road once she’s old enough. She's a menace.”

Lauren shook her head with a smirk on her face. She knew this had been a thing for a while. I rolled my eyes as I watched Dieter stuff an empty package into the already full trash can, “Luca, would you mind emptying the trash, please?”

Luca shooed Molly away from the pantry as he shut the accordion door and moved to bag up the trash. Dieter mumbled a quick, “Gracias, hombrecito,” (Thank you, little man) to Luca just as an empty cheese package fell from the bag. Moony snatched it and ran within seconds of it hitting the floor. Luca’s head dropped and his shoulders slumped as he watched Moony streak through the kitchen muttering “Mierda” (Shit) as he shuffled off in the direction the dog ran. Everyone’s eyes widened at his chosen language. I couldn’t help the chuckle that slipped out before I spoke up, “Luca, we told you to stop saying that word. That means the Spanish version too, bud.”

He paused in the doorway and turned to look at me, “Lo siento, mamá (I’m sorry, mama) …but that means you shouldn’t say it either. It’s only fair.” He shrugged, then skipped off after Moony without another word.

I turned to Dieter with an accusatory look, “I wonder where he learned that from...I swear he’s a miniature version of you already.”

Dieter’s eyes widened as he stuck a spoon in his mouth and shrugged, turning away to busy himself with whatever he was cooking. After pulling the spoon out of his mouth he muttered, “Maybe, but he gets that sassy mouth from you.” I narrowed my eyes at him as Lauren leaned toward me and quietly asked, “So he’s calling you mom now?”

I smiled, suddenly feeling that same rush of adrenaline I felt the first time Luca had said it a couple weeks prior, “Yeah, as soon as we got to the car after everything was finalized, he asked if he was allowed to call us mom and dad now. We all had to take a minute to cry and hug in the parking lot.”

“He seems like he’s adjusted well. Has he said anything about his birth parents?” Lauren asked in a low voice.

Dieter set a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast down in front of her, “We encourage him to, but he hasn’t said much other than he’s happier with us. He makes small comments here and there but nothing major. It seems like he wasn’t in a good situation. We’ve thought about taking him in for a few sessions with Dr. Rosenberg when she feels like he’s ready.”

Lauren gave Dieter a sad look and sighed as Alex came back from putting the goat up. He washed his hands, then sat down beside her, just in time to get his own plate of food. Alex looked up at me, “He’s a good kid...and he couldn’t have been put with anyone better equipped to help him through it than you guys. He’ll be fine. Hell, he’s already speaking Spanish better than Talia. He’s probably gonna be negotiating contracts before he graduates high school.”

I scoffed as everyone laughed, “Thanks for pointing that out…jerk.”

Alex wasn’t wrong though; the kid was ridiculously smart and loved learning. He was constantly reading and watching educational shows on tv. He preferred that over cartoons.

Dieter turned to set a plate down in front of me and another next to me for Luca just as he came stomping back through the kitchen with the cheese packaging in his hand. Dieter quickly pulled the trash bag out and tied it shut, telling Luca to wash his hands and eat. I watched as Luca stretched up on his tiptoes against the sink, attempting to get to the soap dispenser, but it was just out of his reach. Without a word, Dieter turned to grab the soap and squirted some into Luca’s chubby little hands and turned the water on for him. Luca smiled up at Dieter in thanks as he ruffled Luca's messy curls, kissing him on the top of the head before moving to take the trash out. It was little moments like this that made my stomach flutter and my heart happy.

Luca sat next to me, chatting away about the dinosaur book he had just finished reading as Dieter came back inside and washed his hands before quickly making his own plate of food. Dieter stood next to the island with a full plate in hand as he ate since we were a seat short. He paused briefly, watching me smear fruit spread on my toast with a smirk on his face. When I was finished, his eyes caught mine just as I stuck the spoon in my mouth to suck the remnants of the sweet buttery treat off of it. I smirked around the piece of silverware and raised a suggestive eyebrow in his direction. Dieter’s teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he watched me slowly remove the spoon from my mouth and smile at him.

When Dieter and I finally broke eye contact, we realized Lauren and Alex were staring at us with an amused expression on their faces. Luca was still chatting away, completely oblivious as he poked at his eggs. Lauren shook her head at us, turning her attention back to Luca to ask him a silly question about something he had said. Lauren and Alex were used to our constant ridiculousness by now, so they were not shocked with our overt flirting.

Once Luca seemed to be satisfied with his fact sharing, Alex asked me how things were going with the vineyard since I had left my consulting job to oversee the operations here in addition to running the foundation. I paused mid bite to fill him in on the details, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by it all.

“It’s going amazing actually…Dieter and I agreed to let the contracts with the wineries expire to get out of the alcohol business…aside from the one that’s been a partner from the beginning. We do have several new contracts lined up with some major food companies to make juice and other things. We’ve talked about growing a few different types of grapes to expand on that more since we’re putting a lot of the profits toward funding the foundation. Everything has started expanding so quickly, it’s crazy.”

Dieter set his plate down as he moved to refill his glass, “Yeah, and we’ve thought about setting up private tours and doing events, horse riding and equine therapy, there are SOOO many possibilities. We have so much unused space, we should really take advantage of it. I have a million ideas that I’m trying to sort through. We have this amazing asset so we might as well use it for something good, ya know?”

I swallowed down the bite of bacon I had been working on, “And we’ve been so lucky to have Mateo and Jose too. We’ve managed to build a good team that we trust enough to run the place while we’re in LA. They’ve been completely onboard with everything and are excited about the plans moving forward.”

Alex smiled, “Wow, that’s awesome. I never would have guessed you guys would take all this on, but it really is amazing what you’re doing. Truly. I’m happy this place is being used for something good.”

Dieter smiled back at his brother, “I appreciate that, hermano (brother) …and please know I still consider this place to be our family home. You're welcome here anytime, no matter if we’re here or not. I don’t want you to feel like it’s not yours anymore.”

Alex patted his brother on the shoulder, “I know that…you know…I think mom would be proud of everything you’re doing with your life and this place…and how everything has worked out for all of us.”

Dieter gave him a sad smile, “Yeah, I think so too.”

Lauren spoke up then, “What’s this you mentioned about opening a trauma facility or something?”

I chuckled, “Oh yeah, that’s something we’re looking into. It’s more like a nonprofit community and resource center...with specialty services in family counseling and mental health treatment for the low-income population. It’s in the planning stages, but we really want something small scale that takes more of a holistic approach to treating the family unit. There isn’t really anything like that in LA. Dr. Rosenberg is on board with it so that’s been really helpful. If it happens and goes well, we plan to open additional locations.”

Lauren’s eyes widened, “Geez, you guys are going for it. Dieter, are you still planning to do movies then? I don’t know how you’ll have the time!”

Dieter shrugged, “It’s not really my top priority anymore. I’ve been taking on smaller things lately. I think I may focus more on the behind-the-scenes stuff…like writing or producing. I’ve also considered giving theater another go…but I think my heart is more into the work we’re doing with the foundation at this point. All that other stuff, I just look at it as a means to further what we’re doing with mental health awareness. It IS a good way to spread the word and stay relevant to get the message out though.”

Lauren nodded, “Makes sense.”

By this point, we were all finished with our breakfast. Luca announced that it was time to take the dogs and the goat out and excused himself. A few minutes later, Moony, Molly, and our three foster dogs clamored down the hallway toward the back door to go outside. They were following behind Luca, who was now wearing his own pair of crocs. Once the door closed behind them leaving us with silence, Dieter again muttered, “Fucking circus,” under his breath as he moved to put everyone’s dishes away. We all burst out laughing at his declaration considering he was the one who had created it.

After Dieter finished putting the dishes away, he asked me if I knew where Daisy was since she hadn’t followed the crowd out. Daisy was our elderly foster dachshund that preferred peace and quiet. Dieter went off to find her, returning minutes later with Daisy in his arms to interrupt our conversation so he could ask me if I wanted to stroke his wiener. Lauren nearly choked on the water she was drinking as Alex snorted in laughter. I sighed, shaking my head at him, “What are you, like twelve?”

Dieter chuckled as he leaned in to give me a quick kiss on the cheek, “Sometimes…I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist.” I continued shaking my head at him as I gave Daisy a quick scritch behind the ears. The four of us moved outdoors after that to keep an eye on Luca and the small herd of animals. A short time later, we were joined by Gabby, Shaun, and their three kids. They had stopped for pancakes on the drive up, so the kids were ready to run off their sugar high as soon as they got there - which worked out well for the young foster pups as they chased the kids around the yard.

I sat in silence, snuggling Daisy in my arms as I listened to Gabby and Lauren catch up with each other next to me. I was intently watching Dieter and Luca playing with Moony while everyone else ran amuck around them. As Luca stood watching Moony tear off after the ball Dieter had just thrown across the yard, Dieter snuck up behind him. He grabbed Luca around the middle, lifting him off the ground, and buried his face into the boy's neck. Dieter began placing obnoxious kisses onto Luca’s cheek while he squealed in delight and struggled to get away from his papá.

Our lives had changed so much in the past five years, in very unexpected ways. Our work was now more fulfilling and having a major impact on others in ways that we never could have imagined. From all the darkness we had experienced, a guiding light emerged and it’s what led Luca to us.

Luca had been the last missing piece to our very complicated puzzle, healing the tiny bit of our hearts that we hadn’t even realized was festering underneath the happiness after things didn’t go as we hoped for our little family. Now I could only hope that we could do the same for Luca.

The End (Sort of...)💜

Luca’s Adoption Story - a one shot coming May 2024 for Foster Care Awareness Month & Mental Health Awareness Month.

A/N: And there we have it, folks. We have finally reached the happily ever after for these two. How are we feeling about things? Is this where you saw the future going for them? Was any of it unexpected? It's not truly the end for these two. We still have the companion serious, The Light in the Darkness, to look forward to. Also, as you can see, I plan to do a one shot detailing the events of Luca's adoption from Dieter and Talia's POV. I had planned to go into the details in the Epilogue, but I felt it was messing with the flow. So, instead, I kept it short, and we will get the more detailed version for Foster Care Awareness Month & Mental Health Awareness Month. 👉Since we have reached the end, I thought it might be fun to open my asks to your burning questions about this fic. Are you curious about inspiration for something? Do you want more details on a specific plot point? Seriously, ask me anything. No question is off the table. Or, if you just want to share your thoughts, you can do that to. If you would like to follow along on the asks/responses, you can view those as they post HERE. 👉Just a reminder...Next week the first chapter of Closed Position is dropping. Dancing Dieter is finally here, y'all! 🕺 I posted a Meet the Characters intro bit this morning that you might want to check out. 😉 Thank you all for sticking with me on this crazy ride and for all the support. I've enjoyed getting to know you all through your comments and reblogs. I've loved hearing your thoughts and personal stories. They kept me going when I hit the ole writing rut. And that's it. That's all I have. 💜Mysty

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Sweetly Devoted (jjk)

➸ Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x gn!reader

➸ Genres: angst & tooth-rotting fluff

➸ Themes: love at first sight, strangers-to-friends-to-lovers, slight meet cute, comfort

➸ WC: 11k+

➸ Warnings: descriptive mentions of health illnesses (mental & physical), anxiety, depression, detox & withdrawal, very brief mention of self-harm, family neglect

➸ Summary: All you wanted was to get healthier. You were so tired of these brutal health battles and constant doctor visits. You’ve been sick for a while not getting well enough help. Don’t worry, your guardian angel is about to send an angel in human-form straight to your life called Jeon Jungkook.

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This was the seventh doctor you had been to and each visit only led to more tears in the end. To say it was frustrating wouldn’t be enough. Tormenting, torturing; perhaps those were the words to closely describe the experiences. An autoimmune disease wasn’t just something you could wave off, especially when you had multiple other health problems. Suffering and feeling the world turn gray suddenly as the life in you started to fade away. You felt like you were losing yourself as each year passed. Depression was rising as high as a tsunami wave.

Four years is how long you’ve been sick and it’s been a ride bumpier than hitting all the potholes while driving. How you became ill? It wasn’t clear at all. You had just woken up one night, drenched in sweat from fear. A night terror was what they called it. The problem was, those night terrors came every single night since the first one until you stopped sleeping for two months. Getting only one to three hours of sleep until finally no sleep at all for the last two weeks. Due to the lack of sleep, your anxiety went off the charts. Shaking and trembling at the slightest of sounds, you stopped eating too. You were scared to death and of what? Not even you knew. You had fainted eventually and had woken up in a hospital room, almost dying of starvation and sleep deprivation but saved with an ambulance call from someone who found you.

The hospital doctor gave you a pill, not bothering to examine you properly. The trust you put in him was huge. You figured maybe you just lost your mind. It’s just anxiety and depression but oh, how wrong you’d be. You recovered for a moment, only to suddenly fall again. Your health had been a bumpy ride and the night terrors (which thankfully did end from the new pill you started) but since then on you were never the same again. The things you once loved, you didn’t anymore. Depression was to blame for that one. You lost bits and pieces of yourself. The bits and pieces scattered around, turning into blank pages and crumbling away. Who were you now? Certainly not that once bright being who could take on the world better. The person who had dreams higher than the clouds above.

Six doctors in a row deemed you crazy, god, how much did those words hurt you. Nobody wants to be called crazy especially not from medical professionals. You thought you’d get used to the word after so many times but you just couldn’t. You didn’t have that strength anymore. The sad part is, the medical professionals didn’t properly look at you. Something was wrong. Thanks to your seventh doctor, who caught it and is trying to pinpoint it now. She believes there is so much more to you. ‘It’s not all in your head. Those doctors are wrong, I will prove it.’ Hopeful for the first time but of course, you also didn’t wanna jinx it. For some reason, every time you mentioned something; it would turn out bad. As if a darkness cloud just followed you overhead constantly. After all, it took years to find someone who believed you and she won’t be the only one.

You did believe you were crazy as things just did not make sense overall, especially before this doctor came along. As time passed, you weren’t just mentally ill with anxiety and depression. You were physically sick and every vein in your body was burning from it. You felt horrid pains in your body, physically too. Your poor body is suffering and you don’t know how to help it. That’s when suddenly, the thought of ‘being crazy couldn’t be right’ hit you. Mustering up the small piece of strength you had to go on, you pushed for doctors until you found her.

The discovery of an autoimmune disease was found except for your case, it was special. ‘Of course it’s special,’ you once scoffed. ‘Nothing for me can be a simple answer.’ Doctors found you a mystery and experimented on you. In the last two years, you had gone through several medical tests. Every two weeks, for months you got to feel needles poking you. Constant checking and testing that drained you. The doctors still deeming you crazy just because the tests they ran didn’t make sense to them. You stood up and walked however, despite the difficult road ahead. You keep on going even if some days, you grab that razor blade and say it’s totally over. Something small in you, is not letting it be over. Something that makes you heal your self inflicted wounds and try to care for yourself. It was a fucked up cycle and you knew that.

The autoimmune disease you had was special because it kept changing from one version to another. The problem is, that’s completely contradicting. One version of the disease kills your energy, makes you ache. You become very sluggish to the point where even taking a shower is hard. Heart rate slows and your face gets puffy. The other version; you are restless, jumpy and anxious. The anxiety jumps and your heart is racing. Yet here you were, switching between the two versions of the disease every few weeks. No wonder you were a mess. In the end, it was decided that a virus was messing you up and from it, you got the lovely gift of a physical nodule in your throat.

Luckily that nodule hasn’t turned into cancer yet and you pray that it never does. Only bothers your throat from time to time and makes swallowing difficult a bit. Nobody wants to go through cancer and your heart has always gone out to people who do have it. You always thought that if it came to that, you wouldn’t be strong enough to handle the news. You figured, you’d completely break and give up.

You had a beloved guardian angel, your therapy dog who has passed away before you found out you were sick. You wore a golden locket around your neck daily in memory of her. An urn necklace with an angel wing attached to it. You believe she is protecting you somehow. Your guardian angel is the only thing you had to hang onto.

Recovering only to relapse again and again; spinning around like a tornado. New symptoms came that made things so difficult again. So here you were, with the seventh doctor. The only woman who believes something is still wrong. Your autoimmune disease was able to calm down, not being too harsh on you and not going through crazy spikes. However, your blood-tests had shown multiple other issues arrive yet again. The tears you held in so strongly burst the minute you got home. Stress levels were ascending up and you just locked yourself alone. Hating to cry in front of others so you just kept to yourself and let it out, in the comfort of your private bedroom.

A second autoimmune disease now found present in your gut this time. The first one being in your throat, a gland whose hormones can affect every organ. The doctor had a plan to detox your body as you found out you also had multiple food allergies causing leaky gut syndrome as well as developing anemia. All were contributing to making you ill. On top of it, the pill that you depended on for the night terrors and insomnia, causes the first autoimmune disease in your throat to worsen. The fear of letting go of the medical drug you depended on for these four years hurt you. How could doctors not tell you that the pill wasn’t supposed to be for years? That it could physically cause a damage. Nobody warned you. You weren’t sure if you could do all this anymore. You would need to start six supplements and you would have to tamper off your current medication by lowering the dosages every two weeks. The pill that saved you years ago in the hospital from night terrors now can be causing more illnesses. Bitterness against doctors is all you felt. Not for this seventh one but still after everything, it would be hard to trust her fully; even if she is different so far.

It was an overload of information and a month to do so much work. You just wondered why and how were you getting so ill. It couldn’t just be that pill. Would it ever end? You felt no comfort because almost everyone around you seemed to be tired of hearing you sick. Your home life wasn’t exactly the best. A father should protect not harm but that’s the life you got. Watching you struggle to move some days from pure exhaustion that the illnesses were causing yet nobody in your family seemed to really give a shit.

Nobody in general.

Except for one person; who didn’t consider you ‘too much’ and definitely cared.

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One day, you met him. Before your seventh doctor had discovered another autoimmune disease and advised you on a strict diet and detox, you made a friend. Jeon Jungkook was his name and you never thought someone like this could exist in the world. To say he is kind is an understatement. Jungkook’s affection went high and far, regardless of how close you were to him. Overall, he was a guy who everyone adored. Sometimes his friends would get annoyed at how close he can get with a stranger. Barely knowing someone and giving them a shoulder to cry on instantly. In your life, you had bullies and abusers mostly. Kindness from humans was slightly strange to you. The only kindness you ever felt purely was those from beloved pets. Being a big animal lover, their comfort and playfulness made you lit up; especially when it came to dogs. The memory of your first and last one always replaying in your mind. She was there for you since you were eleven years old and now you were twenty-seven, losing her at the age of twenty-five. Somehow when you looked at Jungkook, he reminded you of a cute puppy. It made you actually chuckle. You wondered if maybe your guardian angel sent Jeon Jungkook your way, to show you that there are good people in the world still.

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Days before; how you and Jungkook met.

You were out running around for errands; the usual grocery shopping and paying bills. Just these tasks were enough to make you lose your energy of course. Being ill and doing what most people called ‘simple tasks,’ wasn’t so simple for you and others alike. Once you had finished paying the bills and buying the groceries, you walked out of the store feeling somewhat weak. As you were taking a long walk in the parking lot with your cart full of bags, the beaming sunlight did not help that weak and tired feeling.

“Why did I have to park so far…” Mumbling at yourself since you chose to park quite the distance due to the recent minor attacks on your car. You felt paranoid parking close as you would always find new scratches on it.

You were half way there until you managed to trip, which embarrassed you but the tired feeling came over making you sigh out and not care if anyone saw anymore. You knew they would ignore you.

However, you would be proven wrong as you noticed the sun wasn’t shining it’s beam directly on you anymore while you were still on the ground. Luckily the cart had not drifted away much and stayed in place since you didn’t shove it. You looked up, taking your eyes off the ground and were met with a man. A devastatingly, beautiful and handsome one at that. Nerves in your stomach formed a bit.

“Are you okay?!” He asked with a worried look as he knelt down to examine you.

Feeling your cheeks grow pink since you weren’t used to this kind of attention, especially not from a handsome guy. He looked to be around your age, maybe slightly older? Though looks could be decieving since you looked younger than your age. At least that’s what others have told you. The words wouldn’t come out of your mouth however only worrying him more.

He brought the back of his hand gently to your forehead, making you freeze. “Woah! You feel really hot!”

You mentally cursed yourself. ‘Damn it. Of course, one of my fevers had to happen now.’

Since the guy was so close and you still hadn’t uttered a word out loud, you took a look into his eyes and suddenly he ripped his hand off you. ‘Is he… flustered?’ You thought this because he suddenly looked very shy himself. It was cute.

“I’m sorry, I must have scared you...” He said, with a voice sounding so sweet. You could listen to it for hours.

“No, sorry. I’m just… out of it...” You finally spoke, making him pause for a moment. A look you couldn’t figure out was on his face as he heard you speak. He then nodded, “should I take you to a nearby immediate care?”

A man you didn’t even know was offering to take you to doctors and it all felt like a strange dream as you couldn’t believe what was happening. Nobody was this kind to you before. Suddenly a car blared it’s horns loudly and didn’t look like it was going to stop. Which is typically the type of stuff you expect in life.

“Oh shit!” The handsome man had cursed, pushing your cart further to the side and grabbing a firm but yet somehow soft hold of your wrist to pull you up. You were extremely light so he was able to do it with ease but also he was completely ripped. This man definitely works out so you were sure he could lift anyone up. You ended up with your head buried into his chest, ‘he smells really nice.’ His hand was still around your wrist. The car speeding past you both.

“What the hell is their problem?!” The man lightly yelled towards the speeding car, obviously appalled by it.

Touch-starved probably described you well as you felt like burning even more from just having your face in his chest. Fevers and charmingly sweet guys were a deadly combo. He was tall and you were a pretty short person. You fit well with him physically somehow, like a puzzle piece that was meant to be there. It felt totally snug and comforting. You quickly pulled away, stopping any more thoughts from surfacing. Your heart was already speeding up and you thought it had to be from never being close with someone like this, ever. There was no way you were actually feeling something for a stranger but was that really the truth? Time would tell.

Your eyes connected as he looked down at you when you pulled apart from him, his wrist leaving your hand. Deep down inside of you, you wish you didn’t just pull away so quickly.

His cheeks were starting to tint pink along with his ears. In this quick moment, you inspected him; dark long ish hair that had a part which complimented his face so well. He had a lot of ear piercings which you admired and even wore a gorgeous bracelet. You noticed he had a lip ring as well which only made him hotter. He had beautiful light cherry colored lips & these wonderful doe-like eyes you could feel yourself get lost in. His skin was incredibly flawless on top of it. He dressed very elegantly almost as if he was a pirate king or something. He had black leather pants on with a white, slightly see-through top and with that you noticed that there seemed to be tattoos on his arm. His hand was visible to show that he had tattoos on there as well. This man had to be extremely popular. He was the actual definition of a ‘Greek God’ to you. Humans never made you feel safe before but him? He definitely gave you a safe feeling to add to the list of pros. Something about his aura felt comforting. He might have looked badass but that face screamed sweet.

“I’m sorry, I keep being touchy-” he started, getting back that flustered look. You wondered how on earth he could be shy in this moment.

You had a very small smile creep on your face, “stop please.” He blinked, mouth slightly open. You were an adult and illnesses or not, you brought that confidence out and got serious. Little ounce of courage mustered up.

“You don’t have to keep saying sorry.” You said as he paid attention to you. “You just pretty much saved my life from that car.”

“It was no problem, anyone would have done the same.” Bashfully, his words came out. He had both confidence and shyness. He showed an out-going side but also got shy, completely fascinating you.

“Not really,” your small smile started looking like a sad one and that made his heart hurt a bit. He continued staring at you as you continued, “people aren’t usually nice to me and not only that, you offered to take me to immediate care. Thank you, really. I appreciate it more than I let on.”

He smiled at you, not wanting to pry about why you said ‘not really.’ He knew you must have had stories to tell, painful ones. “Well a nice and pretty person like you shouldn’t be hurting on the ground, with a fever at that.” That confidence and even perhaps flirty-ness it seems came out of him. The nerves in your tummy reappearing now and your heart picking up it’s pace. “Seriously, are you okay?” He asked.

For some reason, those words started to make you tear up a bit. You’re not the type to show people your tears but hearing someone sound so sincere and asking you that just hit like a ton of bricks.

The guy noticed and panicked, “oh no!” He got closer to you and lightly grabbed your hands to hold, “I’m sorry! Did I say something stupid?”

‘Oh man, how can he be this charming… and the cliche is so real. This only happens in movies and books, doesn’t it?’

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That was only mere days ago and from that moment, he stayed with you. Doing his best to help you in what ever way he could and you found yourself spilling your whole life story to him. You never do this with people but somewhere in your gut, you just knew you could trust him. The words fell out of your mouth so easily that you even got mad at yourself for how open you became with him. He went above and beyond to show that you could trust him, just within these few days.Usually that’s extremely foolish but it felt like you two always knew each other. What you didn’t know at first was how much his heart ached hearing about your life, the abuse and now the suffering of illnesses. He didn’t want to show you his worry but he was so worried. Every night so far, he’d come home and tell his friends about you since he lived with them. He would pray that you wouldn’t get cancer ever and that with each doctor visit, something good would finally come out rather than bad news. Through his own body, he had no idea how terrible you could feel as he was healthy and so fit but he mentally felt parts of your pain.

It sounded beyond impossible and weird that two strangers could just become best friends basically in a matter of a few hours. It happened though, as bizarre as it might be. You learned his name, Jeon Jungkook. He was a little bit younger than you which shocked you due to him looking so manly and strong, but he was four years younger; being twenty-three. Jungkook was definitely playful and a bit teasing; he did it whenever he wanted to cheer you up but he also knew when to be serious. He knew when to pull back and listen to you carefully. When you had medical flare ups; although you would try to hide it from him, not wanting to bother him; he’d just insist on you letting him know. Showering you in affection and comfort was just what Jungkook did. That came in hugs and even cute pecks from his soft, plump lips on your forehead, hands, etc. You learned a lot about how he is and how kind he is to anyone. He would willingly lend a hand to anyone in need. So not only did he look amazing, his personality was one of a kind.

It did secretly make you a little bit jealous though you weren’t sure why. Jungkook is just as affectionate as a loyal puppy that won’t leave your side. His devotion was astounding. So friendly to everybody but a small pang of something not so great would wash over you. You felt stupid feeling at this slight jealousy because you knew the world needed more people like him.

What you also didn’t know was that Jungkook was extra sweet to you and only you, he just did a good job of hiding it. Sure, he could give his friends hugs, light pecks when they cry and even comfort a stranger with a small hug or hand holding but with you? He did it much more. Never having met his friends yet though, as you haven’t known each other long; so you didn’t know that little piece of information. He just knew he had an even more overwhelming urge to comfort you of all people. It wasn’t pity either.

One night you would play gently with your urn necklace, holding it tightly and thanked her. ‘I think, my little angel… that you brought us together. I think you guided him to me. He’s the best friend I never thought I could find, after you of course.’

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Present Day

Today was the day you found out more health news and shattered, closing yourself off. Locked up in your bedroom, crying your heart out. The good news is, if this doctor is correct, it should start putting you on the path of recovering. If she is wrong, it’ll hurt you more and you don’t think you could handle another blow. You thought you should be happy although a brutal and strict plan had to be followed but instead, you felt sadness that you had to go and develop another illness plus extra problems. It was exhausting.

Your phone was pinging madly and you knew, only one person could be spamming you right now. You knew Jungkook was waiting at home to hear back from you.

You stopped your crying to go grab your phone but a coughing fit had started. The coughing fits come and go, either from the nodule in your throat sometimes hurting or from the horrid acid reflux you got often; which started damaging your vocal chords just a bit. Your coughing fits could last anywhere between five minutes to forty minutes. Seemed like many minutes would be the one today. You groaned in between a cough.

Several minutes had passed and that’s when your phone started ringing. Obviously Jungkook now was worrying and trying to get a hold of you since you didn’t reply to his texts yet. You tried your best to stifle some coughs and answer the phone.

“H-hello,” you answered with a scratchy throat. A small cough escaping from your mouth. Jungkook on the other end, already frowning at the sound.

“(y/n), is it a coughing fit?” He asked, already knowing you so well within a few weeks and learning your uncontrollable habits.

“Yes…” you barely let out and kept trying to hold it in.

A sigh escaped Jungkook’s lips. His tone was gentle “don’t worry (y/n), don’t hold them in. Let them out. I’ll stay on the line and wait so you’re not alone.”

Your heart melted a bit at that but you still covered the phone as best as you physically could as you let out coughs. Jungkook hated hearing you suffer. He wouldn’t admit it but he was a sensitive person. He heard it muffled through the phone. He hated feeling like there was nothing he could do himself. If he had cures, the universe knows he would do anything to cure you himself. Even if he only knew you for a few weeks. Time meant nothing to him when he felt a connection to you from the moment he saw you. What that connection meant, he did not know although he was slightly sure but didn’t want to admit it. All he knew was that he had to befriend you somehow and be here for you afterwards. Of course, he also had to help you that day you met since he saw you collapse in a parking lot. No normal person can ignore that. Sincerely, he did want to befriend you. Not just because you were ill and needed someone, he really thought you were a special person in general especially when you first looked into his eyes and when you first spoke.

When the coughing fit was fully over, you were able to speak with him though your voice sounding raspy now because it always did after a fit. It would return to normal after an hour or so.

“Hey Jungkookie,” you said making him chuckle at bit.

“You okay, dear?” he was pacing around his bedroom as he spoke to you. His friends walking past his room to check in on him since he told them you would get medical news today. His friends knew he was scared of what that news would be. While you on the other end had to stop yourself from melting slightly when you heard the word ‘dear.’ It just sounded so nice coming from him.

“Why do you make me feel like the younger friend sometimes?” you replied, going to lay with your back on the bed. It was true. Jungkook had quite the mature aura during times like these.

“You’re mature and pretty wise but sometimes I just wanna be here for you. It’s okay to have moments of feeling younger. I’m here for you in the moments you feel weak, ok?” He read you well because that is exactly how you felt, weak and he knew you hated it but always assured you that it was okay. “I know I can be immature and perhaps a prankster even but…” he paused for a moment and you continued hanging onto his every word, “I am a man… I can be a strong one and you can lean on me when you need to…”

Both hearts skipped a beat at that. Jungkook started thinking if those were the right words and through the phone you could feel that shyness of his about to consume him so you spoke up quickly, “thank you… you’re the best.”

He was happy to hear that but still, the heat creeping up on his skin didn’t stop the blush from spreading across his face.

“About today Jungkook-” You started as you wanted to tell him what the news was.

“Wait!” He half yelled and you paused. “Can we meet up please? I wanna hear in person.” It felt like the right thing to him and although you didn’t want him knowing you were crying, you couldn’t say no to him at all.

“S-sure…” you stuttered while smacking your forehead with your free hand for stuttering.

“Great! Where do you wanna meet?” He had stopped pacing around his room, feeling grateful you two would meet up now. The happiness in his voice showing. You actually didn’t live far from one another, only fifteen minutes away.

“How about the park nearby? It usually doesn’t have many people around.” You said.

“Sounds good dear, I will see you there soon!” He replied and you said your ‘see ya soon hun’ and hung up.

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Jungkook was already a few minutes early to the park; he picked an open spot so you could easily find him as you walked through the gates. This park was different from others, in that it was very quiet with few people around. Those few people coming here to mostly meditate since there were many beautiful ponds and gardens around.

You strolled in spotting Jungkook sitting on a bench in the middle. He was already facing you so once he saw you, he started running towards you. You did your best to dry your face before arriving but your eyes were red. You hoped he wouldn’t notice it, hiding behind your glasses somehow.

You couldn’t help but smile when you saw him rush towards you. Something finally cheering you up today. You started walking towards him since running was a bit difficult for you to do right now but he caught up to you quickly so you didn’t even have to walk much.

Instantly, he wrapped his arms around you for a tight but comforting hug. You should have expected it but still weren’t fully able to get used to it. You’re just pretty shocked at how adorable he is despite always seeing him be this way. Receiving affection from Jungkook was common but hard to wrap your head around after being a loner for so long. You would freeze up at first but slowly give in to that comforting and safe-like feeling, lightly hugging him back. When you started doing that (because the first few times you would just stand there), Jungkook always ended up getting that shy feeling. He loved when you would hug him back and show you’re comfortable with him. He would always joke and tell you, ‘oh c’mon, you can give me a stronger hug than that!’ or ‘afraid you’re gonna break me?’ Which flustered you but made you giggle.

Today he didn’t do that; you two just stayed hugging for a bit. Both secretly enjoying it without letting it on. When you both finally broke apart, he took a look at your face and frowned. You knew that he realized you were crying but you knew he also wouldn’t bring it up when you gave him a look that read, ‘don’t wanna talk about it yet…’ Since he would still have to mention it at some point because he wanted you to always know that he was here for you.

He took the cue and grabbed your hand, holding it while guiding you to an empty spot in the park; away from the people meditating. A more secluded area where trees could hide you both a bit. His hand was so warm while yours was so cold.

“Jungkook, don’t let my cold hands ruin your warmth.” You’d try to pull away but he wouldn’t let you. Not looking back at you as you walked a step behind him. He still led you before you reached the exact spot.

“Nonsense, I wanna warm you up. I got enough warmth for the both of us.” He would casually reply and this made your heart beat faster. You only hummed in reply.

It was safe to assume, you probably liked your new best friend a tiny bit more than you thought you should have. You were willing to keep that buried inside you though, hoping this feeling would go away in the future when time starts to pass. It wouldn’t surprise you if he had many people having some kind of a crush towards him. He just makes it way too easy to like him. You had no confidence of him ever having a crush on you back because you knew he was just a natural sweetheart. Plus you thought he was way out of your league.

You made it to the spot and he still didn’t let go of your hand. You both sat down under a pretty and small myrtle tree, blooming pink flowers. His face got serious as he looked at you, still holding your hand. You knew he wanted to know the news now. You took a deep breath, making sure tears won’t start sliding out.

“It’s not good,” you bluntly said and he started frowning a bit but waiting for you to go on. You reminded him a little bit of one of his friends, called Min Yoongi. His friend was blunt so he was okay with you not sugar-coating words. “She found another…” you felt a bit shaky but held strong and his grip on your hand tightened. “I have two autoimmune diseases now and this one harms the gut. But we all know most health comes from your gut and all my stomach issues make sense now.”

He was disappointed and it showed on his face, “why…” he stopped looking directly at your eyes and more towards the ground.

You didn’t know what he meant when he said ‘why.’ “Um-” you started but he cut you off.

“Why is this happening to you? Two autoimmune diseases…?” His voice sounded slightly irritated which you never heard that tone before. “I didn’t even know someone could have more than one… I… what the hell.” Jungkook wasn’t sure what to think anymore at all. All he wanted was for you to finally be happy and he knew, being healthy was your only wish in life. His hand never left yours.

“I hate seeing you suffer and struggle.” Continuing because now you were too shocked to stop his rant. “And I can’t do anything about it which pisses me off honestly,” he didn’t hold back being blunt either and his voice almost cracked.

You decided to step in, “Jungkookie… there is some good news too. I’ll get to it.” It was true because your doctor gave you an extremely difficult set of tasks to focus on but if she was on the right path, it could help you and possibly finally put you in recovery. Nothing good comes easy after all. Trust issues arose in you but you decided to fight that for the sake of cheering up Jungkook.

His eyes looked so sad but he stopped to take a look at your eyes and listen clearly. Hope building up a little bit in him now. “Yeah?”

You nodded, “I’ve been sort of poisoning my body it seems.” At this, his eyebrows furrowed and he started getting a worried look so you quickly went on.

“I’m allergic to a huge list of things… that I didn’t know and kept on eating for god knows how long now. They are healthy foods since I already had a slight strict diet but all contain something I am allergic to. So it’s harming me especially because she said I had something called leaky gut.” You explained and he had no words. He just nodded as a cue for you to continue because you realized he probably doesn’t know what leaky gut is and you don’t really understand much of it either but a small gist.

“So leaky gut… basically we have this wall like a brick wall at our gut. Blocking anything from entering your b-bloodstrea…” you felt shaky and Jungkook took notice. You mentally hated yourself so much from constantly being scared of this stuff. He brought the back of your hand to his mouth and placed a gentle kiss on it. You felt butterflies but thanks to this, tears didn’t spill out of you. Instead you got slightly embarrassed. Jungkook wasn’t sure of how else to comfort you so this came naturally to him.

“You don’t have to go on if you can’t, (y/n).” His words were soft and you felt his breath against your hand that he still held close to his lips. You squeezed his hand in response, “n-no, I can finish. Thank you…” you mumbled and his heart fluttered at seeing you blush a bit.

“Okay (y/n), I’m here. Say whatever you can, don’t force it out if it gets too hard.” He shyly said and you gave him a smile. He felt his cheeks get warm so he cleared his throat and looked away for a moment, making you confused.

“Jung-” You started but he replied, “I’m good. Go on.” He put your hand down his to lap again as you sat closely and across each other. Still not letting it go. His eyes met yours again with confidence now.

“Okay…” you mentally toughened up to get back to your explanation, “so this wall protects stuff from entering your bloodstream and for me, my wall is broken. So foods or medications, anything I intake is entering my bloodstream. I also have a huge line of inflammation happening which is causing issues.” Jungkook now understood what was happening since he learned about your first autoimmune disease, he knew there was a similarity.

He spoke, “so things that shouldn’t go into your bloodstream have gone there which triggers your body’s defence.” You nodded and he continued, “To defend your body, it’s gonna go haywire attacking what’s ‘foreign’ which is the foods and stuff. It wants to protect you but it goes overboard and attacks you as well. Just like the autoimmune disease in your throat…” he felt sad now.

“Yes, you got it. She also explained it that way.” You said, “a virus attacked my throat gland and my body attacked the virus but also got confused and started attacking itself. Now my gut, is doing that. She believes another autoimmune disease is present since that’s what they do.”

He let out a sigh, “I am so sorry, (y/n).” You blinked in confusion.

“Why Jungkookie? It’s not your fault.” You took your hand out of his hold and patted his hair gently, “it’s okay.”

“How is it okay? The worst part that I realize now, unlike regular food… you’re putting ones you’re allergic to, into your body… that’s why you’ve been sick a lot and stuck in bathrooms. I get it now, the ‘poisoning’ you’re doing without you even knowing so it’s not your fault. None of this is ever your fault, it’s not the fault of the person who becomes ill. That sounds… scary though.” His emotions were starting to creep out, “and not any other single doctor tried to do something as simple as a food allergy test? How can they be this disappointing and stupid?!” He was a bit angry for sure and the fingers you used to run through his hair, took a hold at the back to bring his head into your chest. Your free one arm, holding the back of his shoulder as best as you can. Even if you tried holding tightly, your grips were always soft. He stopped feeling angry as he heard your heart beat. You never did a bold move yourself. He was shocked for a second but slowly leaned into you. You prayed your heart rate wouldn’t start increasing. His hands wrapped around your waist. “I’m sorry, you are feeling way worse than me… I’ll calm down.” You chuckled, “you are unbelievable Jeon Jungkook,” Jungkook got worried hearing that from but you went on, “it’s okay. If it were you in my shoes, I’d feel helpless too. I understand it.”

He sighed in relief, “but still (y/n), I can’t imagine how your body feels…”

“It’s hard but thank you for being here and doing your best to understand it all. You are so kind. It does cheer me up Jungkook, I’m sorry I don’t show it often.” You admitted and his hold on you got slightly stronger. You decided to rest your chin on top of his head, thankful he couldn’t see your face right now as you were a blushing mess.

“(y/n), I know we barely know each other but it feels like you’ve been my…” he stopped himself before confessing a secret he held in, “…best friend for years. I have my best friends but you too now. I’m gonna get you to meet them, I promise you’ll love them. You’re part of my life now and you’re staying, got it?”

A small tear rolled down your cheek as you felt pure joy from his kind words, “thank you. I’m staying, don’t worry. You’re my…” you also almost let a secret out, “best friend too.”

A comfortable silence came around you two as you both just held each other and listened to the sounds of nature. There were sounds of a pond flowing nearby and sweet little birds chirping. The winds would blow ever so slightly, making pink flowers dance around you and Jungkook a few times. Both of you, nevertheless, with racing hearts and blushing cheeks, small smiles painted on your faces. Both of you feeling a bit sad internally for saying the words ‘best friend’ but thinking it’s right. Two oblivious idiots not wanting to ruin a new friendship, especially at a time like this. You felt ashamed of being ill sometimes; honestly you felt gross and wondered how Jungkook wouldn’t be grossed out at you. That always confused you because Jungkook complimented you even on your worst days. Due to your feelings of it, you never once wanted to think of the word, ‘romance.’

While Jungkook was worried that it’d be weird and didn’t want to scare you off, plus the time felt wrong because you were suffering; he thought you really just wanted a best friend only so he hoped his feelings could go away soon.

For him, it was probably love on the day he met you. The day he helped you. He knew because… as cheesy and stupid as it may sound, he heard bells & whistles. You had a fever but did your best and just the way you spoke and tried to carry yourself after the car thing happened, captured his heart on the spot. He knew you didn’t think you were beautiful and he thought how blind you were. When he first heard your voice, he thought you sounded like an angel. The way you treated him once he did take you to immediate care that day, he’d never forget. While on the outside you might appear cold or distant, he knew you were filled with kindness and innocence even. Never once did he believe those people who fell in love at first sight but now? Feeling so foolish for letting it basically happen to him.

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After the comfortable silence, you continued your story of the doctor’s visit. With Jungkook paying lots of attention and trying to understand. He knew a difficult journey was about to begin for you. The detox process, even said by the doctor, would be extremely hard. You had only a very limited option of foods to eat which wouldn’t help you keep a steady weight. You had to tamper off a medication so that could cause anxiety and panic attacks to burst out again. Starting multiple supplements such as iron which you were scared of. You knew iron would be heavy on your stomach and you hated that feeling, it scared you beyond to feel more ill. You definitely had a horrid phobia of being ill. What person wouldn’t though? When you were younger, you never pictured getting real illnesses. Even then, you had that phobia but your phobia came to life. You couldn’t imagine the people that had it worse and were even more ill. They were beyond strong to you. Any person who was suffering, whether small or big, you considered strong no matter what.

You had to be extremely careful and the doctor gave you only a month or two. Blood-tests would get repeated to see if this process is working. Jungkook knew this was a gamble because if the doctor is wrong, you would feel more ill but he did his best to shower you with positive words and actions. He knew what was going to come this month; your moods would go up and down, your panic attacks could restart from withdrawal, it’s gonna be a major adjustment eating only a few foods and ones you weren’t very fond of. He personally felt that this doctor was rushing too much onto you. He felt this should take a longer time and that you should get more time. He knew nothing would be your fault and that you’re gonna try your best thanks to his encouragement. He knows sometimes you wanna give up although you try to hide. If that happens, he will rush to pull you up.

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As three weeks passed and the detox process almost a month in, you instantly felt the hit of it on day two. You felt extremely light now-a-days, wondering if you only weighed 1 pound because that’s how it truly felt. It was still taking time to get used to the foods and these foods such as soup for lunch now and some oatmeal for breakfast, weren’t giving you the energy you needed like the foods you were allergic to gave. You will admit though, stomach problems were decreasing which was a positive.

The lowering dose of the pill brought back anxiety attacks indeed. You weren’t sure if this would last but crying spells were becoming common. Some days, there was just nothing to cry about yet you cried out of nowhere. You also weren’t sure if this came from you being afraid of losing the pill because that was possible. The human brain is a powerful tool that can trick you sadly.

During these three weeks, Jungkook did not leave you alone unless on some days you truly couldn’t get out of bed at all. You had gone on a small break from work so luckily you had money saved for this.

You lived with your family who weren’t caring or understanding of this. Although you were a young adult, you couldn’t live alone thanks to your conditions but your family neglected you unless you fainted. Then they would help for a moment but nothing else. Jungkook saw this, being at your home a few times and decided to take matters into his own hands. He convinced his friends to let you move in with them. Granted you were to live with seven men including Jungkook but his friends were good people. He knew they would never do anything to you and knew they would be of help. Plus you needed this and they lived in a big house with a guest room perfect for you.

The doctor warned you, this isn’t a journey you should go through alone nor on your own at all. She even told you to be around caring people.

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An overwhelming amount of guilt was consuming you though. When Jungkook brought two of his friends Kim Namjoon and Kim Seokjin to help you move out of your house and into theirs, you started a small argument with him. You were beyond shocked that he would offer his home to you and even came with two of his friends against your wishes not to. He told his friends to go grab your things because they were strong while he took you aside to speak with you. He saw you were emotional and didn’t let his friends greet you yet.

“What are you doing!?” You yelled in a raspy voice and the yell wasn’t even very strong as you truly were depleted of power.

He held your shoulders down as you saw his friends moving some of your things out of the house and into a moving truck. Jungkook gave them the layout of your house so they could know how to navigate.

“(y/n), you have to get out of that house. It’s not going to help you at all. You’re feeling very ill and uncomfortable from the detox which is normal but you cannot stay here anymore with these people.” He said firmly and calmly, still holding your shoulders and you looked at him, all red in the face and teary. He knew this was your family but man, did they frustrate him to no ends.

“Why ar…” you choked up when more tears spilled. Jungkook just hugged you. “W-wh” hic, “why…”

“Shhh, it’s okay.” He said.

Your hands were at the front of his chest and you grabbed a fistful of his shirt, your crying slowing down a lot, “Jungkook, you’re gonna ruin your life for mine you idiot.”

He separated you from him so he could look at you, with confusion written all over his face. Your hands letting go of his shirt. “What on earth are you talking about?” He asked with a frown.

You didn’t take your eyes off of his, calming down the crying and just letting tears silently roll all over your face. “You deserve to be out having fun. You’re younger than me and yet you’re here always caring for me.” Jungkook stopped frowning and felt touched as you went on. “I don’t want you to sacrifice anything for me!”

“(y/n), are you-” He said but you stopped him.

“Please stop this Jungkook!” You were slightly angry, “stop doing so much for me!” you half shouted, feeling a bit dizzy. He didn’t speak yet as he knew, more words would pour of you.

“Y-you’re being… so stupid Jungkook! You barely know me!” These words had hurt him now and the look of hurt flashed on his face, making you feel worse. Your heart was pounding in your chest hard.

“Do you really care about time that much…? Does that really matter, how long I’ve known you?” He asked, looking away from you. You bit your lip.

“No… but-” You mumbled.

“But what (y/n),” his eyes focused on you again but you were silent. “Maybe I am just stupid in your eyes…”

A small gasp came out of you as you saw him smile so sadly, “no! That’s not what I think!” You definitely didn’t know how you were standing now as it felt like the world shook from beneath you.

“Then why am I being stupid?” He asked, “do you secretly hate… that I do this?” he looked down at his feet, biting his lip.

“I…” you started but felt sick and then your world turned black. You had fainted and Jungkook caught you in his arms. His friends came over. He didn’t think you would faint now but he should have realized with how frail you looked. Mentally slapping himself for it.

“Are they gonna be okay?” Namjoon asked with a concern look at you. None of his friends actually met you yet but Jungkook told them a lot so they felt like they sort of knew you already.

“They faint a lot sadly, but they will be okay. We have to get them home, ice packs help them a lot.” Jungkook said as he carried you and started walking towards the truck, “are you guys done?” He asked Namjoon and saw Jin coming.

“Yeah, we got it all now.” Namjoon replied, following him. While Jin caught up, putting the last item in the truck. He saw Jungkook gently placing the soon-to-be new house member in the front passenger seat of the car.

“Is this a good idea?” Jin asked out allowed and Jungkook looked at him, “yes. They can’t stay here.”

Namjoon chimed in, “Yeah man… you heard the stories… they need our help.”

“But they didn’t seem too happy…” Jin admitted and Jungkook sighed, “trust me. We’ll talk it out. They’re not well but I trust they will understand and accept the help.” He took a look at you, softly petting your hair. “They’re stubborn and going through a lot but this is the right thing to do.”

Namjoon replied to that, “it’s true. The family didn’t even bother to care about what we were doing… it’s sad actually. Never knew people could be so ignorant… and to their own family.” Jin nodded to that and got into the truck to start driving away from the scene with Jungkook and Namjoon sitting in the back seats since luckily the truck had them.

•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ ••

You woke up in a room that was unknown to you and felt your eyes blinking into focus. The window showed it was night time but a lamp was lit up in your room. The whole house was quiet. You felt a bit chilly as you realized an ice pack was under your neck as you were laying and a cool washcloth was on your forehead. You slowly got up to sit up straight, putting the ice pack and washcloth aside. You jolted when you looked down and saw Jungkook sitting on the floor, holding your one hand and his head buried into the sheets of the bed, sleeping. You realized this was probably his home that he shared with his friends. You noticed all your stuff was unpacked and everything was set up. You saw a clock on the wall that read 2:00am.

Taking another look at Jungkook, you sighed and lightly moved your hand out of his which ended up waking him.

“(y/n)…?” he asked in a sleepy-like voice, not being loud.

“Yeah, I’m awake…” you whispered, “please go sleep now. I’m feeling better.” More guilt is what you had felt at all this; him and his friends probably setting up your room and him staying here until he passed out. You felt so bad.

Jungkook took a look at your face while you weren’t looking. He was fully waking up and sighed, knowing something was bothering you.

“I know…” he started and you looked at him, “you probably don’t like this, I assume. I promise you, my friends will be nice to you. They know you are dealing with being sick. We like to joke around a lot but we will take it easy. I know you won’t be used to having seven guys around you at first but they’re really like family. They are good guys.”

The frown on your face growing as you felt super grateful but still the guilt was what was eating you alive right now. As if your anxiety picked up on it, you felt a spell of crying coming. You hated being so ‘difficult,’ you thought. Slowly, tears were pouring out. Jungkook had you move slightly as he came to sit on your bed and be closer to you.

“Please (y/n), tell me what else I can do?” Jungkook pleaded as he started wiping the tears off your face.

“Oh Jungkook, y-you…” hic, “are doing so m-much for me” hic, “already.” You blurted out.

A light bulb went off in his head at your sentence, “(y/n)… do you by any chance… feel guilty?” You nodded and cried. He pulled you into a hug.

“No, no shhh” he said so soothingly, “please don’t cry. There is nothing for you to feel guilty about at all.” He tried his best at soothing you down and vanishing your anxiety that came. You realized how much you depended on him. He was the same as your guardian angel. She was the only one who could calm you down and now Jungkook, had that same ability. His protective but affectionately warm embrace, the way he was wiping your tears off before. No other human being gave that secure feeling but you didn’t want to depend on it because it felt wrong to do so. You wanted to be stronger. You didn’t want Jungkook to miss out on life by helping you always.

When the crying stopped and you got a bit tired, he put a space between you two. The hug ending since it lasted for a few minutes but he was still close to you. His hands now on your shoulders.

“Do you feel guilty, (y/n)?” He sincerely asked, still keeping his voice down as his friends were sound asleep in other rooms and you followed in keeping a low volume.

You couldn’t look at his eyes, hesitating but the words came out, “…I do.”

“(y/n), look at me please…” He asked and you did as told, eyes red and puffy from tears. “You have nothing to feel guilty for. You did nothing wrong. My friends and I want to help you, it is no burden at all. They can adjust to things easily plus your battle won’t be forever. (y/n), you will get better. Okay?” His words were too kind for your own good.

“I just don’t want you missing out on having a normal life. You or your friends that I don’t even know yet. It’s gonna be annoying… I’ll have medical flare ups and the adjusting is so slow… I don’t think this will only take two months. That’s too fast,” the guilty words poured out as your eyes looked away again. “I’m the older one yet I’m like a baby basically right now… you’re always spending so much time with me… how can I not feel bad? You’re too nice!” The truth finally and fully came out.

Jungkook cupped your cheeks with his hands and made you look into his eyes, you blushed at the contact.

“You think I would do this for anyone?” He asked you and you had an instant answer, “of course… you always wanna help someone. But I’m just such a difficult case… this is serious and deep-”

“No (y/n),” he stopped you. “it’s true. I wanna help people sometimes especially when it comes to comforting them even if it’s just a little bit of affection to cheer them up. But I wouldn’t go all out like this for just anybody except my best friends of course.”

Confusion was all you felt because you truly believed Jungkook would be extremely devoted to anyone, even if they weren’t friends. Jungkook constantly reminded you of that loyal puppy that you could get mad at but he would still love you with so much stupid love that he’d never leave. Since you weren’t speaking he decided to speak again.

“(y/n), when you said earlier… that I barely know you… does it bother you?” He was slightly worried now at your silence. “Please, tell me what you’re thinking. Don’t be afraid.”

You inhaled a sharp breath slowly letting it out after a few seconds, “no… it doesn’t actually bother me… I’m sorry, I was being pissy earlier but I just think… you’re still too kind for your own good. I don’t want it getting you into trouble or annoying situations. You’re nice to everyone… it can backfire.”

“(y/n), I told you. I would not go this far for just anybody. So get that worry out of your head that you are bothering me. I have time that I spend with my friends and go out a little, we aren’t glued to the hip even if I spend a lot of days with you.”

‘But-” you started and he put a finger on your lips to stop you. His finger on your lips felt so warm.

“No buts. If I have to keep reassuring you because of the anxiety then I will, every single day. It does not bother me at all, my friends will not get bothered either. They understand hardships better than others.” He took his finger off your lips, letting the hand of it gently fall on your shoulder. “I know you’re extremely polite to people you don’t know well and you are very strong in front of others. You do your best to hide your pain from the public. I know that just me and your family members have seen your worst moments but unlike them, it won’t bug me. Yeah, I might get worried sometimes if I don’t catch onto things super quickly but in the end, I will realize.” It truly amazed you how sincere and mature he can get. Despite having a very silly side where he can even bully his friends a bit, not in a mean way but just to tease them; he knew when someone needed him and did his absolute best. It only made your feelings for him grow stronger and frighten you deep down.

“What about your friends… and-” Again, he didn’t want the worries to start up so he had to break your sentence.

“If those sides slowly come out to my friends, they will be understanding. I promise you. My friends have struggled with anxiety before.” You nodded and a took a leap of trust. “And no, I am not sacrificing my ‘fun’ or whatever you think.”

He took a pause, a hand still cupping your cheek because he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold in his feelings anymore. He just hoped it wouldn’t turn everything to shit.

“I want to do this, for you (y/n). Do you understand?” he felt a bit shy, “I’m not doing it cause I feel the need to help you or pity you, I just simply want… to do everything I can for you. Only you… not everybody in the world. Be it hard stuff or easy stuff, sad or happy. I… just want… to be with you. Do you get it now…?”

Oblivious was too weak of a word to describe you, your awareness level was so bad but his words got your heart jumping, more than ever. You didn’t know why but the way he cupped your cheek, stared at you with this charming eyes and the words he spilled; it just made your heart wanna explode.

“You really…” you started and you could see him suddenly hold in a breath, “love helping others don’t you?”

At that, he let out a shaky breath and laughed. He actually let out a quick laugh and shook his head.

“You’re really… way too cute and innocent.” He said after his laugh. Suddenly he got serious and leaned in to press a kiss on your forehead. A long kiss at that which made you secretly swoon a bit.

“J-Jungkook?” You asked and he pulled his lips away from your forehead. Instead he leaned his forehead onto yours now, with his eyes closed. You were certain your whole face was red now.

“You’re gonna make me say it, won’t you dummy?” You felt his warm breath slightly touch your face.

“I… say what?” You were so curious now and wondered if he could hear how rapidly your heart was going.

He opened his eyes in that moment, “(y/n), this timing is beyond wrong and I hope this doesn’t ruin our friendship. I hate that I can’t keep it to myself anymore. I don’t expect anything back so please don’t freak out when I confess this…”

Suddenly his words weighed in heavy on you, like a train coming to an abrupt halt on the tracks. You had no confidence but you couldn’t help but think, ‘confess…? does he… oh my god… he can’t,’ your mind still going but Jungkook stopped it.

Still staring into your eyes and his heart now rapidly picking up the pace too, “I’m in love with you, (y/n).” You let out quite the large gasp and his confession didn’t stop. “I know that sounds so weird and god, this is by far the worst timing in the history of timings but I felt something since day one. I could not stay away from you even if I wanted to… I know it hasn’t been long at all but I feel… so many feelings for you, it’s starting to drive me nuts. It’s like I’ve known you my whole life.” His eyes closed now and you felt he was getting a bit shaky, definitely from nerves and possible guilt. Your heart soared however and you had to let him know what you’ve been hiding.

“Jungkookie, open your eyes please.” You whispered and he let one eye open.

“I’m sorry for this (y/n),” he started pulling his head away from yours as both eyes were now open, expecting rejection but bracing himself for it. He did not want to burden you at your weakest moment. You grabbed his head though, cupping his cheeks now. His eyes widened.

“You idiot…” you uttered and when he went to say, “wha-” you had kissed him completely making his brain fry for a moment until he closed his eyes slowly and kissed you back. It was a soft and sweet gentle kiss but you felt him smiling against your lips which made you smile back. When he pulled away from the kiss first, his face slightly red; you spoke.

“I’m in love with you too…” you admitted and the happiness he felt couldn’t be explained. He pulled you into his usual hug and started planting kisses on the top of your head.

“I can’t believe it…” he barely whispered but you caught it. Somehow the kiss and confession managed to pull you out of any anxiety you felt today. It was strange and new but a good feeling. A surprise you never expected to happen; maybe the universe wanted to hand you something special. You were already thankful for Jungkook coming into your life, so grateful that you wanted to repay him after you got better, if the treatments worked. Now you realized how much you were not a burden to him at all, letting the guilt that was eating you, wash away like it never existed. You definitely understood it now. You understood that you were different, that Jungkook considered you his special someone. It was beyond cliche and never did you think a ‘love at first sight’ type of story was gonna happen to you. Some people argue that time matters but sometimes, you can meet someone and just instantly connect with them. More than people you know for years even; it is real and it can happen. Just like it did for you and him. You thought of your gold urn necklace you wore and smiled, ‘thank you for sending him to me. I know you did.’ You didn’t see it but your urn necklace started glowing ever so lightly, almost as if your guardian angel was trying to say, ‘I only guided his path slightly towards yours. It was meant to be but you’re welcome. Please keep that happiness, for me.’

He stopped planting kisses on the top of your head and rested his chin on it now, slowly rubbing your back in small circles with one hand. “I don’t want to rush you into anything at all. We are going to focus on you getting better first. Everything else, will slowly come later okay?”

You told him, “that is completely okay with me and Jungkookie, thank you so much.”

“For what?” He asked as you two were still in an embrace, bodies relaxing.

“For helping me and for loving me. You are sweetly devoted to me, my dear and I am truly so lucky. Thank you for wanting to wait first as well.” Your words were sincere and he truly felt them, letting out a content sigh.

“Thank you also, (y/n)… for allowing me to be in your life and for loving me back. I promise, it will be worth it.” Jungkook said and with that, you both had gotten sleepy and comfortably fell asleep together. Him holding you as you both slept peacefully and soundly.

•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ ••

This story was inspired by real events I went through. I’ve been sick for 7 years? Gone through 25 doctors. This story is old though! The first disease I was typing about was thyroid & mine switched from hyper to hypo due to it being viral, they concluded. My diagnosis has changed a lot as the doctors were confused always. It’s been hell. My doctor here was wrong about my stomach illness. It’s something else. I had tumors now unfortunately. But I am more accurately diagnosed now & going through a brutal treatment. I got the comment, “this is so inaccurate.” You have no right commenting this & I’ll just block you. You don’t get to invalidate my personal experiences that I shared to create this. Everyone has a different body & goes through illnesses differently. It’s true, my doctors were partly stupid and got half of it wrong but this is still a FANFIC. I just wanted to write a comfort fic for anyone dealing with illness. Something nice. I used real events (from a few yrs ago) as that helps me for writing. The love story is the major fictional part, obviously lol.

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loxalotl · 5 months

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Piltover is the problem (*Arcane S1 spoilers*)

Throughout Arcane, Jinx is torn between Vi's "Powder", and Silco's "Jinx". Both love her, but neither accept who she is until Silco's final realistion where he switches from "Jinx is perfect" to "You're perfect."

Something he was desperate to hear from Vander, who gives up on Silco, betrays him and leaves him for dead thinking he doesn't have the capacity to change. But Silco proves him wrong: "Is there anything so undoing as a daughter". Jinx did what Vander couldn't. Gave him something else to believe in. Focussed that anger and injustice.

And Silco did it. He paved the way for peace. And had a good argument for not handing in Jinx for the murder of a couple of guards when Piltover has been systematically murdering hundreds of children and adults alike in the mines etc.. Oh, but it wasn't them directly, so doesn't count? No. Their inaction was what pulled the trigger. And Jayce doesn't even consider being held accountable for the murder of that boy (again, irregardless of all the out-of-sight so out-of-mind deaths). If brokering peace is enough for him, it should be enough for Jinx and Silco too, particularly when Piltover's body count is so much higher.

When it comes down to it, Piltover are the worst kind of abuser. They're the government who acts all nice and shiny and righteous while quietly enforcing child labour, enabling destruction of the environment, gas-lighting anyone who speaks against them, and promoting an unsustainable and lavish lifestyle based on self-interest at the expense of others. The quiet, deep-rooted, insidious evil that points it's finger at any opposers screaming "look, big bad thing threatening our civilised way of life!"

And Vander and Vi are not the "good guys" either. They're another kind of toxic. The "normal" people with a saviour complex who don't understand/accept anyone different, and part of what pushed Silco and Jinx over the edge (because, yes, Silco and Jinx have crossed a line, there is no excusing that). Neither are the Firelights necessarily the "good guys". They are so focussed on infighting in Zaun that they seem to have forgotten about the root cause of their problems. You know, Piltover? The people who have been quietly murdering your families and loved ones for the past X number of years??? Jeez. Remember the bigger picture guys.

Now, we may have been robbed of the "Silco figuring out how to properly dad" in Season 2 as it doesn't fit into Riots universe (looking at you, AO3), but I can only hope it doesn't turn into the "Vi fixes Jinx" show. Jinx doesn't need fixing. She needs people to accept who she is, and access to mental health care so she can focus that brilliance into productive things. People can be not okay but still valid. Yes, Silco was a "bad guy", but he was also a product of Piltover's exploitation, suppression and abuse (hello? Can we address this please?), as well as Vander's betrayal. He was very deliberate in his cruelty. It all had a purpose. Zaun needed someone to step up as nothing else was working (hello Jinx). Was it the right thing to do? Morally, no. But was it the lesser evil that would overall result in the fewest deaths? Who knows.

The key takeaway for me is that Runeterra DESPERATELY needs access to good quality, free mental health services (as do we all). Also, the world could also come a long way if we a) try to be nicer to each other and b) take a closer look at those really in power ('cos there is a whole lotta grey out there).

But that's how I see it. And I think one of the great things this show has done has sparked these discussions on acceptance, equality, mental health etc. It's okay to not be okay. You're not alone, so just be nice to each other. We're all on this lump of space rock together, and for anyone out there who feels lost, I'm sending all the love and hugs in the universe💜

And yeah, watch this show. It's perfect.

#arcane #silco #jinx #lol #piltover's finest #zaun #zaundads #mental health #vi #vander #league of legends #rant post #projectingowngovernmentontopiltover #somuchgrey #piltover

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ilikereadingthisiswhatilike · 4 months

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Jinx

(X) = Smut

When I was younger @nyx--knacks Summary: Jinx is sent away to a finishing school for girls with behavioral problems. Enter you, her white walled angel. Warnings: Mental health Special Tags: None

Her soulmate @yanyanfeii Summary: Jinx’s soulmate is last person she or her soulmate would like to be. Warnings: Kidnapping Special Tags: Soulmate Au

Your grace @the-dumpster-fire-of-life Summary: You never left Jinx Warnings: None Special Tags: Muilty chapter

Sister @yanderes-galore-galore Summary: Jinx takes you in as her new sister. Warnings: Kidnapping Special Tags: None

Pink @insane-arcane Summary: You have pink hair and Jinx is easily confused. Warnings: Kidnapping Special Tags: None

Jinx falls in love @insane-arcane Summary: You are Caitlyn's sibling and Jinx falls for you Warnings: Emotional manipulation Special Tags: None

Safe Hands @yanderegrizzsworld Summary: Jinx hands are safe only when they hold you. Warnings: Emotional manipulation, Kidnapping Special Tags: Muilty chapter.

Airhead @crusty-chronicles Summary: You can be a Airhead Warnings: None Special Tags: Head con

Wings @the-dumpster-fire-of-life Summary: You have wings Warnings: None Special Tags: Head con

Zombie @angelltheninth Summary: You survive with Jinx. Warnings: Blood. Special Tags: Head con

Run away @pathetic-sapphic Summary: You run away Warnings: None Special Tags: Head con.

Toxic @pathetic-sapphic Summary: You see how toxic they can be. Warnings: None Special Tags: Head con

We can Be family @lovelybrooke Summary: They deiced you are family. Warnings: None Special Tags: Family Au, Ft. Silco

Marrying into the Family @peoplesgraves Summary: You do not know if Silco likes. So Jinx has him talk to you. Warnings: None Special Tags: Family Au, Ft. Silco

A mishap @the-dumpster-fire-of-life Summary: You have a panic attack while on the job. Warnings: Mental health. Special Tags: Family Au, Ft. Silco

Her Soulmate @yanyanfeii Summary: Jinx’s soulmate is last person she or her soulmate would like to be. Warnings: Kidnaping Specials Tags: Soulmate Au, Ft. Silco

Somewhere in those eyes @fangirlpostsfangirlthings Summary: whereas everyone sees a dangerous and crazy, harm to society, you see a vulnerable girl who just wants to be loved Warnings: None Specials Tags: None, Ft. Silco

Someone Better @pastel-peach-writes Summary: Jinx is having doubts about your relationship so she asks if you'd be happier with someone else. Warnings: Angst Specials Tags: None, Ft. Silco

ice cream sundae @novacqnes Summary: Everyone thinks Jinx and you are dating. Warnings: Angst Specials Tags: None, Ft. Silco

Druggy Sister @itsmebytch001 Summary: Your sister finds out you are doing drugs. Warnings: Drug use, Family Issues Special Tag: None, Ft. Silco

Just hair @manias-wordcount Summary: Your bush Jinx Warnings: Drug use, Family Issues Special Tag: None

When I brush your hair @ladey Summary: Your an mother figure to Jinx Warnings: None Special Tag: Fluff, Muitl-Chapter

Sisters @lolita-lollipop Summary: You are the baby of the family and most affected by Vi leaving. Warnings: Family Issues, Mental Health Issues Special Tag: None

Strap and Hair @obsessedduh (X) Summary: You like to pull Jinx hair Warnings: None Special Tag: None

Please Don't Leave Me Again! @0starwomen0 Summary: You are Jinx toy. Warnings: None Special Tag: None

Helping Hand @obsessedduh (X) Summary: Jinx catching reader masturbating and deciding to offer a helping hand. Warnings: None Special Tag: None

Hidden @rougecreator1 Summary: As a magic user you must hide you abilities, even form those you love. Warnings: None Special Tag: None

Confession @buryustogether Summary: Two of you confess your love for each other Warnings: None Special Tag: Fluff

First time @obsessedduh (X) Summary: It is Jinx first time and your more then happy to help Warnings: None Special Tag: Fluff

Sweetheart @pow-pow1111 Summary: You like to playfight with your girlfriend. Warnings: None Special Tag: Fluff

#x reader #reading fanfiction #reading list #reading recommendations #fanfic recommendation #jinx arcane #jinx league of legends #jinx #arcane #jinx x reader

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nyxthejinx · 2 years

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AU where Diluc has a younger biological sibling, who somehow ends up in the Fatui's hands at a very young age (mum tsaritsa and daycare harbingers is real). He spends years of his life frustrated and determined to search for them, tho he doesn't even know who took them in the first place.

Then one day he crosses swords with this guy and when their mask falls he instantly connects the dots. But Sibling is confused cause? Who this mf? When did Dottore clone them?

Or- they know Diluc is their sibling, and were taught to despise him. Told stories of how they were hated for their powers or smthng. And so they want to chop chop his strawberry head off 😳

Bonus points if Sibling is a Jinx-like character (obviously for a reason, cause Jinx's mental health is no joke). Maybe haunted by some unknown curse casted upon them, who has Scarlet Witch-like powers or something that makes them HELLA strong (and half bonkers too).

More bonus points if it's a Childe x reader because I absolutely love the guy they both act like ruthless kids all the time, but then bring out what's left of their humanity and unconsciously heal whatever can be saved and mended.

More more bonus points if the other harbingers feel like family in their odd, alternative way. Especially if Signora doesn't drop-kick the child in self defence and Pantalone and Dottore secretly fight for the title of "sibling of the month". (That's the only fluff-crack you'd get 💀)

There's three drabbles inspired by this, read the first one HERE.

Yes I wrote this with precise ideas in my mind cause I was planning on doing a series I GUESS? I want platonic interactions with the other Harbingers, angst, madness, and have a playlist for this character already :)

Thoughts?

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pathetic-sapphic · 9 months

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I loved your recent fic. If you are comfortable, would you mind doing a fluffy hurt comfort jinx x fem reader who is on the autistic spectrum. Super smart and one of the few people who can keep up with her but is constantly anxious about everything they do since like her they got insulted and bullied for being "off" the only person they feel totally comfy and safe around is her because she is the only person to treat her like she's not stupid and she utterly adores jinx for that.

Jinx with an autistic S/O

Tags: Jinx x fem! Reader, authors note at the end

Disclaimer: I am in no way a mental health professional nor am I on the autistic spectrum so if there are any mistakes in what I've written, feel free to let me know.

When she started dating you, Jinx was overjoyed that she found someone so alike her, someone with similar wit and experiences. She felt so safe and comfortable around you, she felt like Powder again and she was over the moon when you told her you feel the same with her.

Is always there to comfort you whenever you have your lows. You're always there for her whenever she has episodes or feelings of self-doubt and although it takes a while, Jinx learns how to be there for you too. She often tries to distract you by making you laugh, but if that doesn't work she will hold you as long as you need her to.

This also goes for your anxiety. If you're feeling anxious about a particular event or something you said or did, she does her best to take your mind off of it. If she notices your fidgeting, Jinx interlocks your fingers with her own and holds onto you tightly so that you know you have her support. Is always there to reassure you that your worries aren't stupid or unwarranted, she understands that you can't help it and makes sure to dispel any remaining doubts or anxieties.

Janna forbid anyone even looks at you wrong, let alone tries to bully or insult you. This will make them into a perfect candidate for Jinx to try out her new weapons and bombs on. After she takes care of you and comforts you, she is after them and no one is going to stop her from taking her revenge. You're her sweetheart, her cute trinket and no one gets to say anything different.

Jinx loves your brain and your thought process. She'll often let you in on the stuff she's working on in hopes you'll have some good advice or ideas. She also encourages you to help her decorate her inventions with some cute doodles of your own! If you help her make a bomb, she jokingly calls it your lovechild.

All in all, Jinx loves you so very much and she is delighted by how well the two of you match and get along. She loves spending time with you, whether you're cuddling, talking or just enjoying each other's presence in silence. You're her beautiful, smart girl and she will protect your fragile heart with her life.

a/n: thank you for the request, dear anon! i hope it's alright that i wrote hcs instead of a fic and that you will enjoy reading them :)

#arcane #arcane headcanons #requests are open #arcane x reader #arcane jinx #jinx #jinx x reader #jinx x you #jinx x y/n #jinx x female reader #arcane jinx x reader #jinx x reader fluff

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can i request a uppermoons x female reader who is like jinx from arcane (you can watch arcane on netflix!!)

I have watched Arcane, good show, saying it as a person who never played LOL. It's one of those series where one minute leaves 3 hours discussion of a topic, and Jinx is wonderful in it. I love what they do with her, showing her struggles with her mental issues and the violent and political world around her, one having to accept that she is very hard to deal with as everyone is trying their best and failing at whatever they are doing.

Let's see if I can make her justice.

Female Reader like Jinx (Arcane ver) interacting with the Uppermoons

Warnings: Small Hantengu, Cannibalism, Unhealthy relationships, Mental health issues and neglect, Bad coping mechanism, Implied polyamory (can be read with Hantengu and all the clones, some or just one), Excesive use of violence, Bullying, Mentioned non-character human death amd Slight angst.

Gyutaro (ft. Daki):

If Gyutaro had a yen for every girl that got attached to him in an unhealthy manor creating a dynamic of co-dependance due several mental issues that remained unsolved because his over-protectiveness and his comforming nature, he would have two yen. Which isn't much, but it's weird it happened twice, specially with how ugly he is. But Daki doesn't mind and you seem to like his unsettling face and body. Gyutaro is not against taking care of you both, he doesn't mind and will gladly make his life about someone he loves for the sake of having any worth and purpose...

The problem, or one of them, at least, is that Daki nor you like Gyutaro taking care of the other. You both seem to want the older demon for yourselves, having him comforting you, making every tiny bit of ick and pain go away. "I was here first! I was with him before you! I will be here when you are gone! You are only a phase! Get lost and stop bothering my onii-chan!" "Shut up! If I am a phase then why are you so bratty about it! Just accept that your brother likes me better than you! Right Nichi-nichi?" You talk to a blade from a dead slayer that you turned into a snake toy, hearing what it has to say. Nichi-nichi agrees with you, "of course you are more likable than that Daki bitch", you knew it would agree. And yes, Nichi-nichi pronouns are it/them, thank you very much.

Gyutaro just puts himself in between you both, letting you grab one of his arm and pull as she grabs the other. "Enough! Ne, both of you! Stop insulting each other, ne." He scolds both of you, not minding as both of you play with his arms, Daki bringing his hand to her face to have Gyutaro comforting her. "Onii-chan! Onii-chan, Y/N was mean to me!" Really, he has no idea how to deal with you both. What is he even meant to do, last time he chose Daki as the winner of the argument you not only tried to harm her but harmed yourself in the process. And he can't just... not side his little sister. The worst part is that he doesn't want you to leave, and you don't want to leave neither.

"Please, ne.. stop fighting." He pulls both of you into a hug, letting his sister nuzzle against his stomach and you against his hack, using his hands to sooth both of you, sighing when you both relax enough to the point you are almost asleep. Seriously, what is he meant to do?

Gyokko:

"STOP STEALING MY MATERIALS, YOU CRAZY WOMAN!!" He screams on top of his lungs as you stole some bones and katanas, besides some paint and ceramics to build a 4 bladed gun with shark appereance... with his stuff. "What?" You ask him, seeing his horrified look at the materials spread on the floor, some even wasted, to make... to make.. "What even is that?" He ask, not really knowing what to say, feeling his head is going to explode. "You like him? His name is Fishbones! He is a fish, just like you! Say "hi" Fishbones! "Hello Gyokko, is very nice to meet ya"."

Fishbones... fishbones, of course. WHY THAT PIECE OF TRASH HAS A NAME! WHY ARE YOU- WHY?! "My head hurts." He really doesn't know how to deal with the insane, with you. He means, you are fun to be around, always helpful to kill people and fetch materials of all times, you are also very creative and a piece of joy... most of the time. Other times you just behave like a brat, and he would usually get rid of you by now but he guess it was his mistake to warm up to you.

"Hey! It's rude to ignore people, Mer-artist. Fishbones is sad now!" You move Fishbones so the "face" looks down for him to be able to express his sadness. Sometimes Gyokko is just so rude! He should thank the gods that he is funny and has the best materials for art, or else you wouldn't stick around. He makes a weird face, which you guess could also be a normal face since his face is weird, and you just tale Fishbones closer to you. "Don't worry, Fishbones. The ugly mermaid is just like that, he will warm up to you." You reach your ear closer to hear what he has to say as Gyokko decides to ignore you for now, and god that was funny, you laugh at Fishbone's voices. "Hahaha! Good one!"

"Why did I do this to myself?" He ascts as he sees you running away to play... he should have just killed you the day he met you. For real.

Hantengu + Clones:

Hantengu... stands you. You are not the safest person to be around and not only he feels intimidated by you, but also a bit afraid. You are always on something, so, while he appreciates you and likes you, he prefers leaving you to his clones most of the time, who can entertain you and keep up with you easier. That doesn't stop you from pulling him off his safe space, taking in your hand when he is small and running around with him. "AHHHH! EEEEAAK! LET ME GO, PLEASE LET ME GO!" You only laugh and keep running as Karaku laughs while Urogi flies over your head, playing with you. "I will catch you! I will catch you!" "Try to catch me! But I have Hantengu! I am the queen of the ga-" you are interrupted with Sekido and Aizetsu arriving.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING! CAREFUL WITH THE MAIN BODY!" He says angrily as he walks where you are, everyone in their places without moving, until Sekido tries to reach your arm, making you dodge and keep running. "Catch me if you can!" Everyone stays dumbfounded for a while as Hantengu begins to scream again, grabbing himself on your fingers as the anger clone starts to build up fury as Karaku and Urogi begin laughing. "This is so sad, Hantengu looks like he will throw up. You are all just torturing the poor thing." Knowing he won't be heard, the sad clone just steps aside as Sekido explodes. "Y/N YOU FUCKING-"

He was about to strike you with the power of his staff but Karaku stops him as Urogi keeps chasing you. "Hey, hey, Sekido. Don't get so angry or you will be the one hurting the main body!" All the arteries seem to want to explode with some veins in the anger clone body, who just looks at the pleasure clone before stabbing him "THEN YOU GO GET THEM, YOU LAZY FUCK!" Karaku laughs as he heals "Ok! Guys! I was told to play with ya all!" This, again, angers Sekido as you all start chasing each other, except for Aizetsu who was waiting for everyone to calm down before inserting himself in all the action.

You like this group, it's mostly cozy and there is always someone willing to pay attention to you, to take care of you, listen to you. There are no expectations, just fun, being able to be a chaotic as you want, and you get to prove who you are in battle. "Got you!" Urogi lands on top of you, the impulse making you throw Hantengu in the air, being catched by Aizetsu's spear. "I think that was enough for today. It's making me sad." "Hahaha, great catch you both!" "Thanks!" "So scary! So scary!" "Can't you all stop causing trouble?!" Ypu would not change them for nothing. "That was great! Who wants another game?" "YES!" "NO!"

Nakime:

Look, you are a lovely woman, Nakime thinks it's endearing how you make your own projects and build up little things, as chaotic as they mey turn. You have like 7 rooms and 5 hallways to destroy as you wish in her castle, where you create your tinckets. She is very patient with you, listening to your problems when you want to talk about them, which you barely do, and gives you space when you need it. Sure, she doesn't talk as much as you probably wished she did, and Nakime does have her responsibilities, she still doesn't understand...

What did she ever do to you to blow up her room?! Nakime doesn't need to sleep, but of course she keeps a place for herself, one with luxuries and things she would have liked to have as a human, and now the surfaces are all burned up with the place destroyed. Her books, dresses, extra biwas... all gone. She doesn't even know how to react, the biwa of her Blood Demon Art almost slipping through her fingers. No words come from her mouth as you stand there, also burned but not as harmed as you could be. "Hey! Haha... this is not what it looks like."

Nakime then comes out of her shock. "What happened?" She knows better than to word it as "what did you do" since... you are not stable, at all. She understands that, and she also understand you have different needs from her, that your way of interacting with the world is naturally... other. Nakime likes to think that her stability is something that you need, something that will be good for you, as long as she can keep everything under control, as long as you both are in the castle. "I... wanted to make you a gift... but it didn't work like I wanted." You are guilty, you know how much Nakime loved the things in her room and you ruined it.

No, what are you talking about? You didn't ruin anythin, you had good intentions, you wanted to be helpful. That is enough, righ? You don't need to feel guilty about it, right? Right?! Nakime takes a deep breath before putting her hands in the side of you face gently, you can feel her loong nails scare away the ick and noise of your self doubt as her palms, not soft nor harsh, comfort you. "Ok. How about you lead me to your rooms next time." She is angry, but she also understand that her anger will be harmful, so as long as she can control everything... it will be fine. "Ok, next time!" You rush to put aside any bad feeling, relying in Nakime's stability for it.

Akaza:

He has to take care of you, he understands... you are a woman, and you are sick. Not the typical sick that can be cured, not that it ever bothered, but a sick more like... like Douma, not that Akaza will ever admit it. You have problems, a lot of them, and most lead you to cause problems. He understands that you want to prove your worth at the same time you just want to be able to live your life, he really does... but you need to stop. You need a break. To try and heal and it's awful because he can't nurse you as he should-

"Pinkie-flake! What are you thinking about? Your frown can basically shout in my ear." He doesn't get startled even when you break his concentration as you jump over his back, wanting a bit of attention. Akaza is nice, too worried for it to be healthy for either of you, as far as you are concerned, but he served as the best source of comfort. Now, if only he dared to let you fight, then things would be much better. Still, you like him a lot, Akaza lets you rambles and pays attention to you, trying to find solutions to your problems and is always around, so you never feel lonely or abandoned. "C'mon! Smile for me!" You say as you move to sit on his lap.

It's an innocent gesture, unlike what anyone would think, and Akaza understand that you want, need, the physical contact as he moves his arms to hold you in a more stable way. "C'mon 'flakes, say something!" He only looks at you for a while, not having idea what to say, or to do, besides embrace you close. It's a bit scary to not know what to do with you, because you do need help even if you don't want to accept it. Help that he can't give. "I'm thinking." Is all the can mutter.

You are not fine with not being told what is happening, so you start to poke his cheek with your finger, making sounds effects when you do. Akaza still lets's you be, berely noticing when the finger is replaced by a knife, stabbing the side of his mouth, blade meeting his teeth and tongue with the metalic taste of blood and the weapon itself. He turns to see you as he heals. "Oops... my bad." You laugh nerviiusly as you put the knife away, and Akaza feels like he is about to cry at the loss. "It's ok. It doesn't really affect me." "like if affects on you", he doesn't say.

Douma:

"Y/N! Can I ask you a favor? I have a pretty lady in my room, could you go there and make me dinner while I finish speaking with a recent follower of mine?" You do, eager to prove that you can do it, eager to test a new item you made with materials Douma gave you, you want to show you appreciate it, that you can help. You just want to help. So you do, as much as you can, even if that includes killing an innocent woman. If you are affected by it or not, it's not your priority.

"Well, it's a bit messy here." He comments, you over did it, you can admit that, but it's not like Douma minds. On the contrary, he seems cheerful at it. "Not that I would left the place better, my killings are almost clean, but I am a messy eater." He sits besides you as you smirk and laugh "Oopsie." He only laughs with you as he picks up a piece of leg and takes a bite, blood splashing in his face, making you laugh louder. "So..." he starts after chewing a little, swallowing before he continues. "How was your day?"

You start to ramble about it, making jokes and comments, sharing the moments with Douma as he listens, or is very good pretending at the least. He is interactive, but a paranoid part wonders if it's because he grew up doing this, he knows how to react, but does he actually care? Still, you would not just stop coming to Douma, who is not only a good resource of... everything, honestly, but he is just great. He lets's you do as you want, makes sure to listen, you both can have fun together, gives you chances to prove yourself. Really, why would you dislike Douma? Because he is fake? New flash, not everyone is as honest as they like to pretend they are.

Douma finds you entertaining, odd and new, exciting. He understand that you are both weird, that you should have been in a way that was not the same results as expected. Something is wrong with you, just like something is wrong with every demon he has met, himself included. Maybe one day he can turn you into one, would be hell of a demon lady, might even reach the Kizuki system. But those are thoughts, right now he is pretending he can help you, when honestly, nobody can. "Oh, really? Tell me more."

Kokushibou:

Kokushibou doesn't know what to do with you, rambling and using objects as toys, he thinks you as childish. It doesn't help the fact that you are sensitive, getting upset quite easily, but hiding it most of the time. Not that he would like to be responsible for your feelings, he can barely deal with his, so both of you shutting them down seems good enough. "Shi-Bobo! How've ya been! Missed me?" Urg, and the nickname. Seriously, he doesn't even know if you mean it as "death-eye-eye" or "death-moo-moo", why are you calling him that?

"It's not appropriate to call me that." Is the only thing he says, ignoring his question asn you walk around him playfully, slowly and gracefully before suddenly jumping on hin, graving yourself by his shoulders as you put a knife in his throat. Is it even a nichirin one? "C'mon, give a girl a break. It's always "blah blah blah rules! Blah blah etiquette! Blah bla blo-bloring-boring!" Say something fun for once!" His answer? Silence.

"Urg! You are so boring." You put the knife away, losing interest due the lack of reaction. Is it really too much to want something to happen? Something fun! A distraction from... ya know... everything. You really like Kokushibou, he is pretty and elegant, sometimes shy, which makes him easy to mess with. Other times he is just stoic, reacting at nothing, so you always have different buttons to press. So you move around him again before suddenly cutting one leg of his hakama pants and a little bit os skin. He didn't dodge due the surprise and the fact you didn't really hurt him... well, his pride is hurt with a leg exposed.

"What is wrong with you?!" He almost screams, almost, as he raises his voice and face becomes red ah he looks bashed and angry at you at the same time, you didn't know that mix was possible before him. "Awww. Is Shi-Bobo embarrased that his leg got exposed? Is he afraid to be grabbed by it? Big strong demon not liking the attention?" He reaches his sword, genuinely questioning if he should draw it out and slain you. He takes a few breaths, calming down, clearly flustered as you keep talking, not bothering with the fact he is doing his best to ignore you, but then.... "Run or I will end you." Some seconds of silence before you laugh and start running. "Sure, let's play tag! You're it!" He really doesn't know why he bothers to try with you. Really.

#demon slayer #kny #upper moons #kny x reader #urogi #karaku #aizetsu #sekido #gyutaro #gyokko #hantengu #nakime #akaza #douma #kokushibou #female reader #daki

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butterfly-writer · 8 months

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I knkw Ur jinx series is over which I absolutely adore but i was wondering if be ok to request like n make like mini onehsot drabble of like alternate ending for final like maybe angst ending reader where reader ends up dead didn’t survive or remains villain I hope this ok again I don’t have to do this if don’t want to this suggestion aslo love love ur work sm especially the jinx anyways I hope ur day is doing good ❤️🫶🏻

Jinxes are bounted to bad luck.

Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Summary: The alternate ending!!

★☽A/N: I haven’t wrote anything sad in a long~ time so sure!! ENJOY!!

Contents: ANGST

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“Shit- I’m always a jinx so I guess I deserve this fate.” She chuckled. Katsuki couldn’t help but tear up a bit. He quickly grabbed her to try to pick her up to bring her to the hospital– But she stopped him. “You won’t be fast enough.” She protested. “I will be fast enough!” Bakugou protested back, picking her up and ran as fast as he could to bring her to the hospital.

Just as they were a mile away from the hospital, someone yelled from a distance. “IT’S NOT OVER YET!” Bakugou didn’t look but he knew it was a member from the LOV. Shigaraki was furious that he lost his little play toy. Using two of his fingers, he grabbed a crystal that was long ago made by Y/N. He smashed it to the ground, inches away from Y/N and Katsuki.

Bakugou managed to blast away before it exploded, creating a hole in the city’s ground but only caused the knife to slip even deeper by the impact. “You’ll make it.” He promised to the girl who had fallen unconscious, running as fast as he could.

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Bakugou paced the hospital floor with a worried pace, his hands crossed. Aizawa had come to the hospital from the public interview after being informed about his student who was captured by the LOV.

“Bakugou.” He called out, the boy turned his head with his eyes wide with surprise. “Teacher–” Bakugou stopped in his tracks and walked up to Aizawa. “Can you talk to them? They’re not telling me any shit about Y/N.” He spoke in an annoyed tone. Aizawa nodded and walked up to a nurse who was walking away from Y/N’s room. Bakugou finally sat down and waited, his leg shaking up and down with his arms crossed against his chest.

His mind was flooded with worries. Having patience is a privilege that Katsuki Bakugou wasn’t gifted to have.

Why is this happening?

What would happen if he didn’t do what he did in middle school?

What will happen to her if she does survive? Can she be a hero or is she going to jail?

Millions of theories and thoughts flooded his head. You could see the worried look on his face if you were there, he was shaken with anxiety.

Just before Katsuki stood up to ask the doctor, the doctor had already walked up to the boy. “What happened? Is she okay?” He hurriedly asked. The doctor looked sad? Upset? Upset about what? Katsuki started to worry more from the look the doctor had. He didn’t want to hear what he has to say, what if it’s bad? What if she died? The wounds on her body weren't so bad, right?

“The wounds on her body were very bad, especially her old ones. The old ones seemed to have made a great impact in her physical health and maybe even more in her mental health. The wound on her back is really deep in there and even managed to damage her heart. I’m afraid you were too late..” The world around Bakugou seemed to stop in time. ‘Too late? No..No, no, no, no, no, this can’t be happening! I promise she’ll be fine! I promise that she’ll be able to be a hero!’ The doctor could see the panicked and worried look on Katsuki who was breathing quite heavily.

“What.. What do you mean by that..?” Katsuki asked in a soft tone. The doctor sighed and mustered up the courage to tell the boy and said, “I’m afraid she’s gone.. I’m sorry for your loss.” And bowed down in respect.

Something happened next and it was shocking to those who knew Katsuki Bakugou. He cried, sobbing even. He practically fell to the ground and started to sob with his hand in his chest. He could’ve done something! He could’ve been faster! Why didn’t he stop her from taking the hit! Why, why, why?!

Why can’t he be a hero, just for her?

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★☽A/N: I’m sorry it was short! I wasn’t really sure where I was going with this one but I hope you all enjoyed it!

#boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #bnha #x reader #female reader #reader #arcane #Katsuki Bakugou #bnha bakugou #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo mha #mha bakugou #bakugo katuski #angst

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kittyt-hexxed · 2 years

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~ Belladonna 💋

Soft Yandere!Goddess!Vi x Needy!Priestess!Reader

Warnings: Soft Yandere!Vi, implied murder, sex as a reward, needy reader, praise kink, aphrodisiac-like fluids, addictive sex, Vi is a drug to you, fingering, cunnilingus (Vi receiving), thigh riding, possessive Vi, going to extreme lengths to keep a person by your side

Summary: You’re Violet’s Priestess and you do everything she asks of you with great enthusiasm. You’re needy for her praise, it’s like a drug to you and she’s more than willing to give you what you want when you do a good job.

Author Note: This is dark. It doesn’t seem like it at first but it’s dark.

You hum to yourself as you walk through the backstage area of the boxing arena. Your friends are most likely wondering where you ran off to and panicking because the match is starting soon. But, you have a job to do. You internally groan when you see a bodyguard standing outside of the room you need to get into. ‘Why does she need a bodyguard this time? Did something happen to her in the past few weeks?’ You lower your hood as you approach, pulling out your ID so you don't spend too much time with this woman. You make eye contact with the bodyguard and she narrows her eyes at you.

“Can I help you?” The bodyguard crosses her arms.

“I’m Camila’s sponsor, Y/n.” You give her your ID, “She’s expecting me.” The woman stares at you for a moment, probably trying to intimidate you, before looking at the card. She hands it back to you and knocks on the door, “Camila, your sponsor is here.” You stare each other down until the door opens. You grin when you see Camila, raising a brow at the red streaks through her black hair. She’s quick to yank you into the room and slam the door shut behind you. You grunt as your back hits the wall and her mouth is on yours before you can say anything. Your eyes widen in surprise but you kiss her back even if you were unsure about it.

“What was that for?” You question as she gives you a wide smile.

“That was for paying for my college bill!” Camila hugs you, “Thank you so much, Y/n! I was stressing out about paying for them.”

“I’ve been supporting you from the moment you stepped into my boss’ gym. She saw something in you and we want to make sure you’re able to follow your dreams.” You smile, looking around the room, “We’re all anticipating your win against Eleanor tonight.”

“I-I’m nervous.” Camila sighs, leaning against her desk, “Eleanor is very skilled. My wins against the other girls took a lot but I don’t know if I can do this.”

“Cam.” You grab her hands, “You’ve been practicing. You’ve kept going despite everything going on with your family and your mental health. You can do this, and there’s no shame in losing. Just go out there and do your best, and victory will come.” You kiss her forehead, feeling the warmth of your patron’s magic flow through you.

“You’re right. Thank you.” Camila squeezes your hands, “Will you be watching?”

“Front row.” You nod, “I wouldn’t miss your final match for the season… but what’s with the bodyguard?”

“Someone threatened to kill me.” Camila sighs heavily and you cross your arms, “With the arena being packed, they assume that it’ll be attempted tonight.”

“Well, we can’t have that, hm? You worry about winning your match, okay?” You head for the door, a new goal in mind. ‘My Goddess wouldn’t want her champion to die, so I’ll have to take care of the threat. My mission after all is to make sure Camila wins, if she doesn’t that’ll throw off what’s supposed to happen.’

“Wait. What are you going to do?” Camila grabs your wrist, halting you. The symbol of your patron shimmers on her cheek before fading.

“Nothing, I’m heading back out to my friends before they have a meltdown.” You flash her a smile and she nods. ‘I can’t let anyone hurt this girl. The threats are most likely something of Jinx’s doing. I knew I spotted Lisa but that makes my job more interesting. I wonder what her mission was this time around?’ Your eyes scan the people around you, feeling the pull of the sister’s magic leading you to your target. You smile brightly when you spot a man ducking into the restroom, the smokey aura of Jinx’s curse wafting off of him. ‘I can deal with this one myself.’ You crack your knuckles, excitement rushing through you.

The sound of your heels clicking against the marble floor is a pleasant sound to your ears. Returning to the Temple of the Isthmus after a successful mission the night before always puts you in a very good mood. So you were a little extra relaxed this morning as you enter the atrium. The rest of the Priestesses are still arriving, but the ones that are here sit around the water fountain. You spot Lisa sitting down by herself and head over to her. She notices you last minute and jumps from her seat to hug you.

“You did amazing last night!” Lisa grins at you, “I was worried I wouldn’t complete my mission for a moment, but I know I should never doubt you. You always succeed and I always fail.” She playfully punches your shoulder.

“That’s what happens when you pledge yourself to the Goddesses of Balance.” You wink at her. You and Lisa work closely together since your Goddesses are sisters. You pledged yourself to the Goddess Violet who holds dominion over the lighter half of balance. The specific title she claims is Goddess of Victory, Perseverance, and Strength. You felt drawn to her during your Oath after all of the struggles you went through in life. When the time came to choose, you were confused when Vi and Jinx accepted your pledge for her. It was something the sisters did to make sure the Priestess could work with both of them.

Your dedication to your Goddess is precious to you. She encouraged your good work, made you feel valued by her and you found yourself craving her praise. Every job that she gave you was completed to perfection so she would praise you. You made sure there was no way for it to go wrong, and sometimes that involved getting your hands dirty. It never stopped you from earning her praise, nothing did.

After the morning meeting, you and Lisa made your way to the sisters’ area. They shared one main chamber that was split in half and it branched off into their personal chambers. It was another thing that represented the sisters’ closeness. You and Lisa say goodbye to each other, both grinning as you know your respective Goddess will be rewarding you for your hard work. You slip into Vi’s private chambers, marveling at the new designs on the walls. She loved to change how the art on the walls looked and today they had more of a red tone to them, showing that she was in a very good mood.

“My Goddess?” You call out, walking towards the leather couch and kneeling by it. You feel a hand on your head and you tilt it back to see Vi standing over you in all of her glory. Your breathing catches as you gaze at her, marveled by the breathtaking woman.

“Hello, my sweet.” Vi smiles, sitting in front of you and spreading her legs, “What do you have for me this morning?” You have to stop your gaze from flicking down to look at the spot between her legs. She was truly a sight to behold with her pink hair and grey dress. With her legs opened, the fabric rose to expose a healthy amount of skin that you wanted to press your lips to. Your heart started racing in your chest at this small movement. She could lick her lips and you’d yearn to taste them. Vi took up your mind with ease, consuming all thoughts you had when it came to her. You admire her greatly, and - dare you say - love her, too.

“I completed my mission last night.” You swallow, “It was a success.”

“Let’s see, shall we?” Vi hums, waving her hand and a bunch of news headlines appear.

“Camila, the youngest boxing champion, wins. A man was found dead outside of the boxing stadium, tied to the threats on Camila’s life. Eleanor was charged with a failed murder attempt after proof was found of her hiring the man… Wow. Would you look at that…” Vi zooms in on the murder scene, peering at you from behind her magic, “He’s unrecognizable, peaches. They could only figure out who it was from his identification.”

“Is that not to your li-?!” Your eyes widen as Vi slips her fingers into your mouth, pressing down onto your tongue. You had to fight to urge to suck on them, her skin against your tongue is like tasting the sweetest honey.

“Shhhh. You’ve made me proud, sweets. I couldn’t have done better myself. You’ve been so good to me, haven’t you? You listen to everything I tell you to do and you don’t question me. Not once.” You blush as her fingers rub along your tongue, “You can suck them. I know you’re tempted to.” She purrs, eyes trained on your face. You didn’t need to be told twice. Your tongue greedily twirls around her fingers, suckling the sweet taste off of them. There was something you found addicting about her and her sweet taste could be the reason why. It wasn’t just her skin, but her lips, her pussy, her everything. Sweet and addictive. You wanted more. You needed more.

“Ah, ah.” Vi presses down on your tongue, taking her fingers from your mouth, “If you’re so eager, you can put that mouth somewhere else.” You hold your breath as she removes her dress, slides her underwear off, and goes back to her position on the couch. You were practically salivating at the sight, patiently waiting for her permission to touch her.

“You’re such a good girl.” Vi runs a hand through your hair before she grabs it and guides your body forward, “Good girls get rewards.” You can feel the heat radiating from her core, her scent making your panties stick to you as she holds your face against her. Your arms wrap around her strong thighs as you lick her slit, desperately trying to hold yourself back. If you rushed to devour the sweet nectar offered to you, you’d be begging her for another taste tomorrow and Vi loved to tease you about it.

“You wasted it yesterday, peaches. You don’t get it until you please me, you know that. If I gave it to you every time you asked, it wouldn’t be a reward, now would it? I understand, I do, shhh don’t cry. I’m not a cruel Goddess, you can kiss me to ease the cravings.”

You dip your tongue between her folds, getting a small whimper as you pull it out. Your grip on her thighs tightens when you can’t take it anymore. You pull back slightly to take a deep breath, your tongue tingling from where it entered her.

“Forgive me.” You whisper, lovingly kissing her inner thigh, “I simply cannot restrain myself anymore, My Goddess.” You know she can hear you from how she tightens her grip on your hair. She looked forward to this as much as you did, which is why you vowed to never let her down.

You slip your tongue into her, moaning at the overwhelmingly delicious taste. You enthusiastically run your tongue over her soft walls, listening closely to the sounds she’s making. At first, it’s little pants that slowly build into restrained groans. It made you feel frustrated that Vi was holding back her moans. It didn’t feel right to be relishing in your reward when she wasn’t completely relaxing. So, you worked harder.

You flattened out your tongue, making a point to focus on her g-spot and that earns you a jerk of her hips, “Ahhh! Sweets, that’s too much!” Vi moans. A thrill goes through you when you hear her and you don’t stop. The longer you continue, the more tingly your body starts to feel. It works its way down your body from your head to your toes, but it is more concentrated between your legs. Your pussy burned and you could feel your wetness on the inside of your thighs although you were wearing panties.

By the time you could feel Vi’s walls fluttering against your tongue, you felt like you were too hot and up in the clouds. She grinds her cunt against your lips as she cums - moaning your name - and makes whatever you’re unable to lap up run down your chin.

You’re panting as you back away, falling onto your bottom, as a wave of heat flows through you. It’s got you tugging off your dress and underwear to try and relieve some of the heat. If anything, it makes it worse as the cold air brushes your most sensitive areas.

“My Goddess.” You practically sob with need, “Please touch me, please. No one but you can satiate this pain.”

“You poor thing.” Vi coos, “So needy for me that you’re burning up.” You’re lifted from the floor and guided to straddle Vi’s thigh. The moment you feel her pressed against your pussy, you’re grinding down. Your wet cunt makes her thigh slick and easy to rut against.

“Thank you!” You whimper, tucking your face in her neck, “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me, Y/n. You’ve been a good girl. Killing and blessing people for me to make my job easier.” Vi kisses your temple, hands on your hips to help you drag yourself along, “You deserve to be properly rewarded… What do you want the most, sweets?”

“You.” You gasp out, your mind a haze, “You, My Goddess! This. You touching me. Pleasuring you.”

“This?” Vi grinds her thigh into you making you moan loudly, furiously nodding your head.

“Yes! Yes! That!” You say airily, the pleasure taking over.

“Let me make it better for you, okay?” Vi whispers lovingly, “You’ll love this. I promise.” She lifts you off of her thigh, placing you on her lap and spreading your legs with hers. You were about to whine at the loss of contact when her hand settled between your legs. You moan as she buries three fingers into you, pressing her palm to your clit. Her other hand plays with your nipples, squeezing and kneading your breasts in between.

“Is that better, darling?” Vi asks in concern, “Does this feel good to you?” You thought the questions must’ve been rhetorical because it felt amazing. You couldn’t respond, too focused on the pleasure to process it. You were grinding against her hand, desperately trying to fuck yourself on her fingers, and feeling that knot tighten.

Vi continued to praise you and whisper sweet nothings into your ear. You were her little worker. Her good girl. Her priestess. Her property. Hers. And it was her name that you screamed as your orgasm burst, with her fingers still buried in you. That gave Vi an extreme feeling of satisfaction and love.

“That’s my girl.” Vi hums, pulling you down on top of her as she lays on the couch. She strokes your hair as you try to steady your breathing. The act helps to calm you down and relax.

“Thank you.” You breathe out, “Thank you, My Goddess.” Vi’s arms tighten around you, a little too tight, as she chuckles.

“My sweet Priestess, you’re too good to me. So devoted to your Goddess that you don’t even notice how madly in love I am with you.” Vi lifts your head so she can stare into your eyes, “My own body is a drug to keep you wanting me and you don’t even realize it. I never want you to lose your love for me, do you understand, Y/n? I will keep you wanting me so I have your love.”

“I could never lose my love for you.” Your eyes tear up, devastated to hear those words come from your Goddess, “Why would you even think so, Vi? Have I not proven my love?”

“Ssshhh, peaches. I didn’t mean it that way.” Vi kisses your forehead, “I know you’d never lose your love for me. I just want you to need me. I want you to come to me for everything. I want to be the only one you desire. I will be your addiction forever, Y/n.”

“Forever?” Your eyes widen, your mind becoming clearer and processing her words.

“Mmm, did you think I’d let you die?” Vi chuckles, “No. No, you’re my Priestess. The only one I want.” Her grip gets tighter and breathing gets a bit harder.

“M-My Goddess, d-did you say that you drug me?” You question in shock.

“Drug? No. No, I’d never do that to you. I love you, my Priestess.” Vi smiles fondly and kisses you. You find yourself slipping back into the haze as your body starts to burn with need, “My body is just… addictive to you. You’re a mortal getting a taste of a Goddess. From the first moment I kissed you, you’ll never make it more than a few days without another taste.” Your eyes widen, lips parting to say something, but her lips are on yours again as she flips you onto the couch.

“W-what do you mean?” You squeak.

“I’m your belladonna.” Vi caresses your face, “I taste sweet to you, don’t I? Now that you’ve had a taste of me, you’ll die without me, Y/n. Does that change how you feel about me?”

“No. No, it doesn’t.” You shake your head, “I don’t care if I’m tied to you forever. I swore to you, Vi. You can do whatever you wish to me. I love you.” Vi roughly makes out with you, grinding her knee against you in the process.

“I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.” Vi chants, kissing you over and over again, “You’re never leaving me. Never.”

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