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something very Something about john being honest with gladys about his inherently dishonest method of socializing in an effort to endear himself to her
#need to let these thoughts simmer but boy am i thinking them#john adams tag#gladys russell tag#I Guess. i don't think i have one of those yet
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Stains of red
Astarion x omega!reader
Warnings: Vampire things, blood, light gore, witch things, fantasy things, swearing, age gap, heats, smut, shameless flirting, virgin reader, indulging in pleasure xD, pining, jealousy, possessiveness
I can’t wait for the game I must write. I’ve watched too many TikTok’s on him🤣 so I may not get his characteristic. But I have an idea on them lol.
No spoilers for the game cause I haven’t played it lol
The raven awoke you as he did all mornings, cawing on your window seal making you huff and almost throw your pillow at him.
“Must you?” You said and he just cawed flying into your house and landing on your bedside table.
“Good morning” you chuckled and Pax cawed in response.
“Any hostile creatures lurking?” You said and he just cawed again fluttering his wings slightly.
“Helpful” you rolled your eyes and stretched. You started your day as you always did, some tea and toasted bread with jam, sitting on the front porch watching Pax fly away back to his family. You saved Pax when he was a baby bird, ugly little thing really with no feathers, but you raised him and now he wakes you every morning and watched the forest for you. Though you didn’t understand him, he understood you well enough. The forest felt cold somehow today though, like something cold was lurking within it and feeding off its emotions, same feeling you got from a certain vampire. Ever since your parents died to a vampire, Astarion has apparently made it his duty to check on you. He wasn’t the one who killed your family, but he was the one to tear the other vampires head off in a craze. You’ll never forget the look in his eyes when he did, nor will you forget the softness he showed younger you. You practically grew up by yourself, self sustaining beyond measures, Astarion didn’t know a thing about children, yet he didn’t let any of the village members come. He brought you food, books, clothes, anything you needed till you got old enough to take care of yourself. Your teenage years were hard, a lonely omega presenting wasn’t ideal for anyone and you felt like the gods truely hated you in those times of your heats. Astarion was neither alpha, beta or omega, you supposed it was due to him being practically dead. He just had a simple cold smell, like snow if snow smelt like anything. Due to him being the only male around you’d ever see your teenage lust was after him, a man however many years old who raised you, sort of. You cursed the gods daily because of this lust, now thought it simmered deeper within your heart and you hated it.
“Why’re you looking so thoughtful?” You heard a hum in front of you and jumped seeing Astarion there.
“Gods sake Astarion!” You glared and he laughed.
“Darling, you should be aware of your surroundings” he huffed with a smirk and you rolled your eyes. Pet names, boy did he love his pet names, darling, sweetheart, dearest, sweet thing, whatever his mind could think of and it drive you insane.
“Why’re you here?” You asked frowning slightly at his scent, a woman’s scent, a beta, gods had he bedded and fed someone before coming here? You glanced to his mouth, no red stains or signs of feeding, he bedded her then. That was somehow worse.
“Can I not see you? I am hurt” he pouted and you sighed standing up and grabbing your plate and cup.
“I have not seen you in months” you didn’t mean to snap, but you did as you walked into your cottage, him following.
“Were you not in heat?” He said casually and you flushed. You were in heat, how the hell did he manage to know your cycle?
“I was” you grumbled going to the sink.
“Not that it affects you” you scoffed, why were you angry?
“Why’re you angry sweetest?” He asked leaning against the counter beside you, tilting his head.
“I’m not angry” you lies washing your cup and plate before drying them.
“You’re also a terrible liar” he huffed. You turned abruptly and huffed at him before a knock came. He snapped his head to the door alerted, eyes narrowing.
“It’s just one of the villagers probably” you rolled your eyes at the vampire and opened the door. A villager indeed, only his fingers were missing.
“Gods what happened?” You asked.
“I was chopping some wood I got distracted by something, I was putting the wood down and left me hand there!” He said and you gulped.
“Right” you said turning around seeing Astarion staring at the man’s fingers.
“Astarion” you said softly and he snapped his head to yours mouth slightly agape. He snarled and went to your room while you took the man to your other room. You were a witch of sorts, you knew few spells, mainly healing ones, hence why the villagers came.
“Sit down” you said and the man sat down. You recognised him as the butchers son, a handsome young alpha, not to sharp though apparently. You made him hold his hand on the table and began chanting softly. You moved your hands around, watching the yellow glow emit from them and swirl around his fingers. Soon enough they were back and normal apart from the blood stains.
“There” you smiled.
“Thank you so much miss” he smiled softly a slight flush to his cheeks.
“Idiot” you heard and turned to glare at Astarion in the door way.
“Excuse him he has no manners” you huffed and cocked your head at the vampire who huffed and left.
“I can’t thank you enough miss” the alpha said still flushed as he shook your hand.
“It’s alright, just don’t do it again” you laughed lightly.
“Course, I was wondering-“ he stopped mid sentence glancing to something behind you and gulped.
“Thank you” he said and disappeared quickly.
“What did you do?” You turned to Astarion who shrugged.
“He’s a perfectly nice man!” You growled and went to clean up the blood.
“He was clearly trying to fuck you” Astarion said with a scoff and you flushed and froze.
“Excuse me?” You said as you scrubbed the blood a little harshly.
“Fuck you darling, bed you, a night of pleasure?” He said like you were stupid.
“I know what it is!” You said voice going higher.
“Have you still not had someone bed you?” He said voice teasing almost though something was strange about his tone. You threw out the rag and briskly walked past him to avoid that conversation. He scared off half the village! and you were in love with him for gods sake!
“Get out my house” you huffed turning and pointing to the door.
“I just got here” he huffed.
“I don’t care” you pointed to the door again.
“So dull” he whined, but left making you sigh in relief.
You watched the firefly’s over the small lake you had in front of your house. Nice clear spring, perfect in any weather it truely was a blessing. Sometimes if it was a warm night you’d go out for a swim with little clothing, enjoy the water under the warm night sky. It was a warm night and you felt like you could use a swim. You finished tea and changed into a robe and grabbed a towel. You laid the towel by the bed of the lake and glanced around before slipping your robe off and stepping in. You walked out a bit before resting on your back and sighing, eyes closing and tuning your ears into the wild life. You could hear critters scurrying around to grab their nightly meal, an owl nearby hooting softly, a few rabbits hoping along the ground and- footsteps? You lowered your body back into the water and glanced around, you couldn’t see anyone even with your heightened senses. You listened closer, two footsteps one heavy and one extremely light, the heavy one sounded like they were running. Then you heard a scream and blocked out the noise by covering your ears quickly before the smell of blood floated on the wind. You quickly left the lake and put on your towel before rushing inside and locking the door. You panted harshly missing the red eyes that watched you through the window.
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folklore: epiphany ✩ jake sully
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summary: widowed!jake sully x female!reader, no use of y/n, angst, marriage of convenience, wounds and wound healing, mentions of war and violence, TW!! eluded to death due to child birth
word count: 2,323
sempul (n) - father ; sa’nok (n) - mother
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The events from a few moments ago were still reeling in your mind as you tried concentrating at the task at hand, healing the cuts and bruises on Jake’s face. You still felt anger course through you as you felt he was too rough with the young boys.
Anguish had settled all over you as you saw Lo’ak and Neteyam being scolded by Jake. You had heard over the comms that the boys had gone into the chaos of the raid instead of staying high in the sky to be on the lookout. It had taken a lot of training and dedication from the boys' hard work to show Jake they were ready to assist with the Na’vi warriors, but they had taken advantage of it and Jake was fuming. Your heart felt like it was going to be ripped out of your chest as you sat with Mo’at and awaited the war party to return. It took everything in you to not fly on your own Ikran as you realized the danger they were in.
Kiri and Tuk instantly picked up on your distress and you did not want to overwhelm the young girls. So with the greatest restraint you stayed, and prayed to Eywa to bring your boys back to you safely.
An ugly sense of dread began pounding in your heart as you watched Lo’ak and Jake fly in, Neteyam being held up by Jake as they landed back in High Camp. Your eyes raked over all three of them, looking for any severe injuries as you made your way to them.
Your ears blocked out Jake’s scolding, instantly trying to comfort both of the boys as you grabbed onto them, moving them around looking for any wounds and bruises. Lo’ak appeared to be fine, besides his ego taking a blow as Jake continued to yell at them. You took a sharp breath at the large and angry gash that was splattered on Neteyam’s back. Jake called your name, your face peeking out towards him behind Neteyam, “Not now.”
Anger bubbled in your chest, Jake clocked it instantly and you pulled Neteyam to you, “He is bleeding.”
Jake blinked, anger simmering as he realized that Neteyam was barely holding himself up on his own. “Kiri-Tuk, take your brothers to Mo’at. They both need to be checked up on.”
Tuk grabbed onto Lo’ak’s wrist as he and Kiri slowly guided Neteyam a few tents over.
You said nothing else as you huffed quietly when you passed Jake, he sighed and followed you into your tent. “Sit.”
He did as told and you were kneeled in front of him after grabbing some supplies, hands gripping gently at his jaw as you moved his face around. A quiet tsk left your mouth as you noticed just how deep the cut on his eyebrow and lip were. “I think you busted your lip even more when you were yelling at the boys.”
He knew you were upset with him, you thought he was too harsh on them. “I am their father, it is my job to correct them.”
The hand you had against his eyebrow pressed down harder, letting him know you did not appreciate the tone he took with you. A small hiss left his lips at the sting, “I know that, Sully.”
His gaze moved up to look at you, addressing him by his last name was new. You only did it when you were really upset with him, “I am only saying maybe next time a mistake happens in a raid or in the battlefield you wait to scold and get fixed first. Neteyam was bleeding and still you yelled.”
You grumbled quietly in frustration, moving down to dab the white cloth against his lip. Jake felt his heart thump against his throat, your love for the kids was so strong. His voice cracked when he finally spoke up, “I thought we lost them.”
The creases of anger on your forehead eased up, hands stilling against his face as you looked into his eyes. There were tears pooling along his lashline and you felt your anger melt away. “I know it is hard to understand, but I would not wish for you to push them so hard you end up losing them.”
Jake's ears pinned back flat against his head as he listened to you. You continued cleaning his wounds as you spoke, “All Lo’ak tries to do is get your attention, and all Neteyam wants to do is make you proud.”
You picked up a bright orange salve, dipping a finger into it as you gently coated it along his eyebrow, “I need you to loosen the grip you have on them.”
“But-”
“They are just boys, Jake. Correct them, guide them-yes. But do not control them. There are mistakes that need to be made so they can grow.”
Your fingers traced along his jaw and lip as you spread the paste there as well, “If they fear you, they will never come to you when they truly need your help.”
His eyes fell down to your lips for a brief second, you stepped away to examine his whole body. Jake felt himself flush under your gaze, the tent feeling 20 degrees hotter. It had become clear to Jake over the last few years that his feelings for you had changed. He had grown a deep affection for you and you began to nestle into his heart, though he’d never say it outloud.
You were making your way to turn away from him but he caught your wrist quickly, stalling your leave, “I will try.”
You said nothing as your eyes were locked onto his hold, he squeezed lightly as he watched you, “Thank you.”
You nodded your head, looking up at him as you gently pulled your wrist from his hold. Jake instantly missed the way your skin felt against his, “Let us check on the boys.”
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It had only been a few days since the last raid yet once again you found yourself being filled with anguish. Only this time you were in the thick of the fight, hiding behind a tree with your bow and arrow drawn tight, looking for an easy shot as Lo’ak, Tuk, Kiri and Spider were being held by their thick braid. The RDA tugged on them roughly and you were fighting your mind from going blank. It brought back so many ugly memories from the day Zewlay was taken from your life. Your eyes burned as they watered, fear gripped your throat as Tuk let out a quiet whimper.
Zewlay and Sylwanin had rushed towards Grace’s school, seeking refuge as the girls and a few other young Na’vi were being hunted by the RDA. Loud screams were heard outside and you stood quickly. Hearing your older sister's voice filled with panic but Grace pulled you back, pushing you gently into Neytiri’s arms as she held you back. Then it became deathly quiet, you felt the moment her life was ripped away from you and you wailed out. Neytiri clamped a hand around your mouth to keep you quiet. Tears of fear leaked from her eyes as she tried to calm you down. You had later learned they had set fire to military equipment, it caused them their life.
You forced your mind to clear, eyes screwing down roughly to clear the few tears that had gathered. Rage filled every fiber of your being, you were not a fighter but every single emotion that was pumping through you was telling you to go for blood. Your fingers pulled back again, praying to Eywa as you let go of the bow. It hit your target straight in the head, Kiri and Spider instantly making a run for it. Everything was a blur after that, there were screams and grunts of frustration as the sound of shots were heard. You made sure you saw all four kids running to safety before you began drawing back more arrows, throwing them with intent to harm at those who had hurt your children.
Then you were running, sprinting as fast as you could after the kids. Nearly tripping over your own two feet as Kiri came into your line of view, she was kneeled down and looking over a deep decline of the forest, “Sa’nok! Spider-he fell!”
You were just about to jump down for the boy, knowing how much he meant to the children but another round of bullets were thrown out, you gripped Kiri up forcefully. You forced her to run as she cried loudly, the last view you had were the RDA Avatar’s making their way to the young human boy.
There was a clearing and a scream was ripped from your throat as you collided roughly against something. Hands wrapped around you to steady you and you began pushing roughly, “Kiri!”
You were about to tell her to run but heard a familiar voice call out your name, you stilled as you looked up and were met with Jake. Relief filling your body as you slumped against his form, “Tuk, Lo’ak, and Neteyam are with me-everyone’s okay.”
Your head felt heavy as all anxiety slipped from your body, head falling against his chest as you took a deep breath. “Thank you, Eywa.”
You pulled away from him, scooping up Tuk as she cried and clung to you, pulling in Lo’ak and Neteyam as Jake engulfed Kiri. Trying to ease the distress from his oldest daughter, “Where is Spider?”
Your lip trembled as guilt took a tight grip around your throat, “They took him.”
Jake's face twisted up as he continued to gently flatten her hair, “He is a strong kid, babygirl. He will be okay.”
Neither you or Jake were sure if you believed what came out of his mouth, but nothing else was said as you gathered the kids and began making your way back to High Camp.
Once you landed back in the Hallelujah mountains you pulled each of the kids into you, hugging them tightly as you pressed a kiss to their temples, only then did you feel safe again. “I need you all to go with your grandmother.”
You turned to look at Jake, the way he was looking at you gave you no room for protest even though that was the last thing you wanted. After tonight you could not bear having the kids away from you. Tuk began to cry quietly, “No-sempul please. Don’t wanna leave you and Sa’nok.”
She was hiccuping as her cries began to get harder, “I know Tuk-but I need to speak with your mother about things that neither of you need to hear. Not right now anyway.”
The girl calmed at her fathers words, your ears were ringing.
Mother.
Neteyam scooped up Tuk and pulled Kiri and Lo’ak with him. Jake watched them all retreat and until they were safely in the tent did he turn to look at you. Tears pulled at his eyes and his hand reached for yours, pulling you along towards your tent. You both knew what you were feeling and could only find comfort in each other at this time. There was no reason to fight against his grip because you needed it as much as he did.
You both stayed silent for a long time, just holding onto each other's hand as you tried your hardest to pull yourself together. “We have to leave.”
Your head snapped up to look at him, confusion swirled in your eyes. His request caused a sharp spike of pain to run through you, “What do you mean?”
“They have the boy-he knows of the whole operation.”
Your hand slipped from his as you stood up, pacing around in panic. “We cannot leave, Jake. The kids-all they have known is the forest. My family-they are all here.”
Your words from many years ago swam along Jake’s mind, taunting him as fear settled in his bones.
“You will not even give me the courtesy of mating with me properly? Hold no true loyalty to me, nor I to you?”
It hit him then that you might now follow him nor the kids, that he would be forced to leave without you. In the end, you had no real reason to leave and that thought weakened him. He felt so debilitated by the idea and he was ready to beg you if need be. On his knees and implore for you to not let him take his leave without you.
He made his way towards you at a slow pace, he did not want to scare you away. His hands gently gripped your forearms and pulled you into him lightly, “They had our kids under their knife.”
His voice was thick with emotion as your eyes scanned over his face. “He is hunting us. He is targeting our family.”
You stayed silent but your tears began to flow from your eyes.
Our. Our. Our. The word repeating in your head like a mantra.
“If the people harbor us, they will die.”
“Jake, you cannot ask this of me.” His eyes fluttered closed, he was trying so hard not to cry.
“Look-I’ve got nothing. I have no plan.”
He pulled you in even closer, forehead resting against yours as he whispered quietly, “But I can protect this family. That I can do.”
Your body shook with your tears, nothing able to come out of your mouth. “Wherever we go-this family is our fortress.”
A quiet sob left your throat and you threw yourself into his arms, tangling your hands as they wrapped around his torso. Jake pulled you in closer, a hand pressed gently on your head as the tears fell from his eyes. They were tears of relief, sadness, and anger. So many emotions were flowing through him but with your body tangled with his, it eased the ache in his chest.
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#jake sully#jake sully x reader#avatar jake sully x reader#avatar x reader#avatar the way of water#jake sully smut#avatar#loak sully#kiri sully#atwow#atwow x reader#neteyam sully#neytiri#tuk sully#avatar 2009#avatar 2022#avatar 1#avatar 2#avatar jake sully#avatar twow#avatar smut#jake sully angst#folklore: jake sully ୨୧
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sooo Desmond is an Irish name, so fae Desmond?? 👀 haven’t been able to get to my laptop to search your blog if you've already done this idea, but I thought I’d throw it out there anyway!
am a big fan of Weird fae, like when you look at them you think they should be human but something about them is so obviously not. uncanny valley with a side of fight-flight-or-freeze instincts kicking in just from being around them.
is this something something that comes from his parents? is it all Isu bullshit? is it something he changes into or is he born with it?? on that vein, what if he was a changeling child? lots of ways of incorporating the Isu and the calculations into that for sure
(am one of the anons who keeps coming back for renaissance baker Desmond, so thank you very much for answering those asks, and also for just being a rad individual in general. am still catching up on Eagle of Alamut, I think I’m around chapter 30, and absolutely LOVE what you've already done with it and where you’re taking it. my sib assures me Altaïr makes his appearance soon, and I'm GREATLY looking forward to it.
thanks again, I hope you're well 🧡) —bread anon
(Thank you! I try my best hahahaha. I am so sorry for being slow on asks and replies TTATT
I hope you’re enjoying the rest of Eagle of Alamut… especially Altaïr’s appearance hehehe)
Desmond Miles always knew he was different.
The other kids call him ‘ugly’ and they don’t like to play with him.
He had cried in his mother’s arms and told her what happened and she just… she looked somber.
She patted his head and held him close, comforted him with soft words and a warm hug.
Never once did she say anything about his face.
He was a little bit older when he realized why they think he was ugly.
There were no mirrors in their home.
Or even in the training building he spent most of his childhood in.
But there was a hand mirror in the infirmary.
Desmond never had a reason to go there. What he lacked in brute strength, he made up by being faster than anyone on the Farm.
He had went to the infirmary to take the first aid kit. One of the other kids had a painful gash on his arm. It wasn’t life-threatening but it needed to be cleaned and disinfected.
Desmond had been ordered to get the first aid.
He supposed it was because he had been the reason the boy had hurt himself, trying to run away from him like he was being chased by demons during a ‘game’ of tag.
They always run like they were scared for their lives when Desmond was ‘it’.
The doctor wasn’t inside so Desmond went towards the cupboard that would have the small boxes of first aids stacked on the bottom shelf.
He stopped when he noticed the hand mirror.
And saw his reflection for the first time.
Desmond Miles was not ugly.
But there was something in his features that made him seemed… strange.
It wasn’t anything that can be physically described about his facial structure.
He looked human but there was something in the human brain that just made it scream ‘danger’.
Desmond couldn’t explain it.
But he could see it.
He didn’t bring the first aid back to training.
He went home.
His mother was cooking something.
“What am I, mama?”
She didn’t seemed surprised by the question. She looked resigned.
She looked like she had been waiting for the day he would ask the very same question.
She led him to the dining room, letting whatever was on the stove continue to simmer in low heat.
“You’re my son, my dear little fairy.”
She didn’t held the same unnatural feel as he felt when he looked at his reflection.
But it didn’t sound like a lie.
Her hands trembled as she caressed his cheeks.
Her smile was genuine as she whispered, “You will always be my baby.”
But he could hear it.
The fear in the voice.
Whatever he was…
He was affecting her too.
Yet she didn’t try to run.
So he hugged her, pressing his face against her stomach.
Her trembling stopped and she held him like she was afraid he was going to disappear from her grasps.
She didn’t fear him if she didn’t see his face.
Whatever he was…
It was the face that scared all of them.
.
Once upon a time, a young woman married a young man by the orders of her father. The man loved her but she did not. No matter what she did, she could not. She tried to be the best wife she could be.
She did not love him but she bore him a son. A weak little thing, more fragile than glass and smaller than any other child in their little commune.
She loved her child more than anything in the world.
But the world did not.
The child died during one cold winter night while her husband had been away.
In her grief, she took the cold body of her dead child and ran towards the forest, as silent as she was taught by her own father.
She came across a circle of mushrooms.
And heard the whispers of the fairy queen when she stood in the circle of it.
The fairy queen will save her child.
But he will become one of them.
“Yes! I agree! Please, save him!” The mother begged on her knees.
The fairy queen did not do it out of the goodness of her heart.
She was one of three rulers of their little fairy kingdom, long destroyed by the wrath of the sun.
She was nothing more than a ghost, traveling to the far future.
The mother gave the corpse to the ghost.
And the ghost gave it new life.
The mother thanked her as she held the warm body of her son.
And the ghost disappeared.
The mushroom circle melted like metal.
And mother and child returned to their home.
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Centuries ago, Minerva saw a future which the Assassins and Templars waste years fighting each other instead of finding a way to save the world.
She saw a future where Desmond Miles would die to save the world in their stead.
So she made a different choice.
There was no one to stop her.
Tinia had long given up, waiting for the end as he drinks and drinks and drinks.
Juno remains imprisoned in the Grand Temple.
She was the only one left.
She changed the trajectory of the Calculations to one where Desmond Miles died as a weak human baby.
She created a device and had it transported to where his mother would walk into in her grief, her mind weakened to the point of thinking of falling off the cliff nearby with her dead son in her arms.
It was a device she had created using Consus’ research.
Consus’ research cannot bring back the dead.
But with Minerva’s modification…
It could clone the dead.
But she didn’t clone the weak human baby that would die centuries from now.
She created a child made of Desmond Miles’ DNA from that tragic future.
And added her own DNA to reinforce his body and mind.
A new future the Calculations could not predict.
A new future where Desmond Miles is both human and not.
Minerva did not know if this would be a better future.
Still…
She does not regret it.
At the very least, before she died…
She was able to save someone.
#fae desmond#ngl#considering how i like to write desmond using fae lies to lie#i was tempted for this to be an actual fae desmond meeting an ac character#who stepped into a mushroom circle#instead you get this…#uuhh#i tried to make it seemed like a dark fairytale at the middle#idk#assassin's creed#ask and answer#teecup writes/has a plot#fic idea: assassin's creed#desmond miles#minerva
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BELLE OMG HIII
7x09 THOUGHTS???
I have no thoughts. I am in shock. Actually no I do have thoughts.
- Tommy pisses me off SO SO BAD. His negative attitude brings down the mood in literally every scene I do not understand why he’s like this if we’re meant to be rooting for him as bucks love interest? (Spoiler: we’re not).
- Athena approaching Amir as a way to help Bobby feel better about himself is/was wrong and she could have gone to a whole number of other people instead. I love mother Athena but Bobby/Amir had every right to react the ways that they did. I also firmly do not believe that Amir started the house fire, it’s gotta be the cartel (the old guy from the car) or a plot twist other character.
- I’ve rambled enough on here already about my thoughts on the batshit Kim/Eddie situation so I won’t repeat myself too much but. Good lord. Kim matches that man’s freak and takes it ten steps further. I saw a theory that Kim is going to become a bit psycho obsessed with Eddie and not know how to let him go. I don’t really think this is likely (though who tf knows what to expect the minute) but I do like the idea. It sounds fun, crazy Kim is a wild ride and I wouldn’t mind more yaknow?
However, I was heart BROKEN when Chris came in, that poor boy does not deserve the feelings he’s about to feel. I sincerely hope this whole drama doesn’t badly damage his and Eddies relationship :(
Also as much hatred as I have for Marisols actress, her actual character is harmless and I do feel bad for her too- I will defend Eddie with my LIFE but his actions reaaallly are having some serious consequences on those around him. I hope he sorts himself out soon and can somehow make amends.
- HenRen and their kids… my HEART ACHES for them so bad. I can’t help but feel like this storyline is a little bit forced? Like the councilwoman so easily getting their adoption/foster case halted and the judge doesn’t see a conflict of interest there? All her “evidence” that she present against Hen can be debunked so easily. I do feel confident that HenRen will win their appeal and Mara will come home safe and sound. But I hope there are real consequences for the councilwoman acting like this over her druggy son who REFUSED GODDAMN TREATMENT AND GOT PEOPLE KILLED (or was that just almost?) ugh.
- in terms of buddie/bt. I want BT bones like.. last week. But I do think it’s coming, that stale ass interview, their lack of scenes, Tommys complete void of any character/kindness and Buck prioritising Eddie as he goes through his struggle, all point to BT bones either next episode, in between S7/8 or early S8 at the latest. I cannot wait.
Buddie needs more time to cook. I KNOW we’re desperate for it and have already been waiting a long long time, but it needs time. It would be too rushed and out of place and kinda risks being tone deaf if it were to happen right now/too soon. Eddie needs to get through this and be in a better place before their relationship can develop healthily.
That isn’t to say they can’t feed us more Eddie/Buck or BuckleyDiaz family scenes in the meantime though… really bring this simmer to a boil 🥰
#911 abc#911#911 show#911 buddie#911 buck#buddie#911 eddie#911 spoilers#911 eddie diaz#911 evan buckley#911 season 7#911 on abc#911 tv show#eddie diaz#evan buckley#gay eddie diaz#evan buck buckley#bi buck#911 bobby nash#911 bobby#911 henren#911 hen#911 Karen#911 tommy#911 athena#911 athena and bobby#911 Amir#911 Kim#911 christopher
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Top 5 Emotional Outbursts
See if no one else on this website has my back, I know Ben has my back because he is giving me a chance to talk about my boy Patts once more
TOP 5 EMOTIONAL OUTBURSTS OF 2023
Patts, La Pluie
gif by the beautiful, marvelous @liyazaki
Episode 10 was just an absolute masterclass in emotional outbursts. The fight between Lomfon and Patts, then Patts and Tai, then Lomfon and Tien, then Patts and Tai again. Like goddamn, finally thank fuck, Patts is able to let out years worth of frustration and pain at Tai's silence was just so beautiful, and cathartic, and necessary. What an absolutely incredible moment to not only witness but experience. Patts has been so kind, so patient, so forgiving, and it was time for all the pain that he's been letting simmer for two years out. Good! For! Him!
Uea and His Bio Family, Bed Friend
There are few characters in this world I hate more than Uea's mother, and it was so so so so so so wonderful to see Uea finally give her a piece of his mind. I am so proud of him for speaking his mind, standing his ground, and getting the ever living fuck out of his bio family's house. Too personal, sorry, but this fight hit especially well for me because I too have had a parent say they'd live perfectly happily without me, and it was great vindication of my reaction to that to see Uea GTFO immediately after.
Secondarily, James' sobbing screams at the beginning of episode 4 and in the flashback of him getting dragged in to the bathroom when he was an adult have never left my brain. James absolutely crushed those scenes and this was going to be my Bed Friend pick before I remembered this fight exists.
Jim and Li Ming // Heart and His Parents, Moonlight Chicken
I don't think I am exaggerating when I say that Jim and Li Ming's relationship dynamics is one of my favorite of all time. Aof is such an incredible screenwriter/director and I feel like he's able to make such realistic depictions of families in all their complicated glory. The screaming match between Jim and Li Ming is SO good, and really is what solidified my appreciation for Fourth's acting skills because there was a fucking storm cloud on his brow. Happy fucking birthday to you Uncle Jim I guess. Poor fucker.
And then of course, one of the first ever posts I made in the BL Sphere of tumblr was a full essay on Heart's confrontation which I loved so motherfucking much. Once again a much needed fight with lots of interesting, complicated emotions flying around the room.
Kiyoi and Hira, Utsukushii Kare Season 2
gif by @itsallaboutbl
"I'm sorry that I like you" one of the best moments of the year for me by far. This fight between Kiyoi and Hira was desperately, and I mean desperately needed. I know changing will be a slow process for the two of them, and even in Eternal they are no where near where they need to be, but Hira needs/needed to cut this Pebble to a God bullshit out and I am so glad that Kiyoi was able to call him on it. Also from a performance standpoint, Yagi Yusei had his work cut out for him as a scene partner to Hagiwara who absolutely bodied his role as Hira. In season one Yagi did not need to do all that much for his performance because we didn't know as much about Kiyoi until closer to the end, but that cannot be the case for Season 2 and Yagi knocked it out of the motherfucking park.
Sunshine and Q, 7 Days Before Valentine
Okay, almost positive this isn't a BL but I love when people structure TV shows like stage plays, and there was a fight between Sunshine and Q in like Episode 4 or 5 where they were shouting over each other and it just felt so real and the dead silence that hit the room when Q said something that struck a chord with Sunshine was expertly handled, and some of the best work I've seen out of Atom the whole show. I don't think anyone gifed it so I can't put the scene in, but I think you talked about it in your Stray Thoughts @bengiyo
And just cause I wanna, the Top 5 Emotional Outbursts of the pre-2023 shows I watched this year:
In and Wang's fight in 180 Degree Longitude Passes Through Us, Ep 8
Gav sobbing about his aunt in Gameboys (the movie, i think?)
Pran sobbing in to Pat's shoulder in Bad Buddy, Ep 10
Tarn's fight with Teh in I Told Sunset About You, Ep 4 (shout out to Smile there because I still cannot believe it was the first thing she filmed on set)
Shiro being terrified Kenji was dying and Kenji being worried Shiro was dying and the resulting clownery from them blurting that out in What Did You Eat Yesterday? I think it was the New Year's special.
ASK ME MY TOP 5 OF ANYTHING BL 2023
#best of bl 2023#ask game#la pluie the series#bed friend#moonlight chicken#utsukushii kare#7 days before valentine#180 degree longitude passes through us#gameboys#gameboys the series#bad buddy#bbs#i told sunset about you#itsay#what did you eat yesterday?#kinou nani tabeta?
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you followed me back, i'm honored 😭
may i ask, what was vanessa's first reaction when she saw ggy? or freddy's reaction when he saw them both?
dude i'm honored you followed me in the first place egjodk Also, I haven’t written anything in ages, but your question seems like the perfect chance to write something :)
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There was no sound coming from Gregory’s room.
Vanessa stood outside, dinner in one hand and the other raised to knock. Except she couldn’t because there was something… something wrong. Just earlier, she’d been helping Gregory direct his friend through the ruined Pizzaplex. He’d been near hysterical, fearing for her life while instructing her over the walkie.
Freddy was helping them too—his knowledge of the Plex’ interior still came in handy, all these months later. She pressed her ear more firmly against the door, listening for any noise. A second passed, then two, then three. Nothing.
The absence of their voices was unsettling.
Vanessa tried to ignore the twist in her gut, the unease that crawled down her spine and left goosebumps in its wake. Her knuckles rested on the wooden surface of the door, shaking despite her efforts to keep it steady. She tried to take a breath, to steel herself—it was a fruitless endeavor.
The air was thick with tension, so much so that she felt like she was suffocating. There was something in the silence that coiled in her stomach, heavy and uncomfortable. Calm down. Vanessa didn’t want to think anything went wrong in the few minutes she’d stepped out to make dinner, but after everything they’d gone through, she couldn’t help but imagine the worst case scenario.
What are you so afraid of?
She knew exactly what she was afraid of. The image of purple eyes staring back at her was burned into her memory, keeping her up at night and haunting her dreams. She remembered countless sleepless nights, reassuring Gregory that she’d never let that virus hurt them again. Promising him that it was over, that they were free and they were going to be okay.
It had to be over. She can’t—she can’t let Gregory go through that again. And… she doubts she’d survive that hellish experience a second time. Maybe I’m being paranoid. It’s not like it’d be the first time. With that thought, she forced a shaky sigh through her mouth.
What are you so afraid of?
Nothing. It was nothing. Her tongue felt numb and her throat tight, but she squeezed the words out anyway. “Gregory? You okay in there?” she asked. It came out haltingly, her nerves bleeding into her voice. A few, painstakingly long seconds passed where nobody responded.
“Yeah! Cassie made it out!”
The sound of Gregory’s voice flooded Vanessa with relief. She finally let herself breathe, the tension lifting from her shoulders. “I’m coming in! I brought dinner. Hope you don’t mind ramen—I wanted to make something quick so I could get back to you,” she said. She twisted the doorknob and stepped through the threshold of Gregory’s room.
What were you so afraid of?
He sat by his desk, legs swinging in a carefree manner she didn’t expect from someone who was itching to go to Plex himself half an hour ago. Then again, it could just indicate how happy he was that his friend was safe. “Oh, Freddy’s battery got low while we were talking, mind taking him to his charging station?” Gregory asked. He’d already gathered Freddy in his arms, passing him over to Vanessa.
She set down the bowl of ramen on the desk, taking Freddy from Gregory with a smile. “What am I, your errand girl?” she teased, pulling a giggle from the young boy.
“Sorry. I just need to make sure Cassie’s really all right,” he said. Vanessa nodded, already making her way to the door. She was a step away from the doorway when she glanced down at Freddy, a thought pausing her in her tracks.
“…Wasn’t he just fully charged a couple hours ago?”
As soon as the words left her, it was as if the air itself had gone still. The dread that cooled to a simmer in her moments before came to a boil, her arms growing heavy as she stared down at Freddy. Only then did she notice his face—she’d seen Freddy on low power, and this dull, wide-eyed expression was not it. No, this looked more like a forced shutdown.
Just as it seemed like her world was submerged underwater, and she was drowning, drowning, drowning—pain exploded in the back of her head, sending her toppling down to the floor. She groaned, barely registering that she’d dropped Freddy. Her arm stretched out towards him when a second burst of pain forced her to curl into herself, cradling her head. Her vision swam, but as she looked up at her assailant, a new kind of pain overtook her.
Purple eyes.
It’s exactly what she was afraid of.
“No,” she croaked, whimpering as those eyes drew closer to her face. Without realizing it, she’d started to scramble backwards—at least, she tried to. The sharp pain blooming in her skull made it difficult to focus, and yet, she couldn’t look at anything other than those purple eyes.
“I hit you pretty hard there, huh? You’ll probably get a concussion, but nothing too serious!… I hope. I still have to take you back to the boss. Ohh, you look like you’re gonna pass out any second now…”
His voice—Gregory’s voice—faded away, the ringing in her ears overtaking every other sound. Still, just before her eyes rolled up into her skull, she managed to pour all her grief, her pain, her despair, into two whispered words;
“I’m sorry.”
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→ Chapter Three: Harboring a Fugitive
Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Other tags: Werewolf!Jimin, Witch!Reader, Shifter!Reader, Shifter!Jimin, A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha!Jimin
Genre: Supernatural!AU, Werewolf!AU, Angst, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Smut,
Word Count: 14.2k+
Synopsis: Within the four realms of Lustra lay the Bangtan forest home to the Foxglove pack of the south and known as the “land of magic.” It is also home to the Bridd, a powerful witch from a cursed bloodline who is one of the sacred guardians of the forest. Y/N is the newest Bridd, a young girl who was given her position too early. Now a woman, Y/N is revered amongst the wolves as the most powerful witch they have ever known, but hiding under the surface is a woman who has to battle between her duty and her heart.
Warnings: Long haired Jimin, Strong language, blood, main character injured, main character beaten (not explicit), fighting, argument, near death experience, angst, fluff, backstory time, flashbacks, I’m putting PTSD on all of these because poor reader is suffering, I love Taehyung so much, I forgot how much I missed his playful attitude, brooding Jimin as always, crying, hurt/comfort, I hate Ahn, let me know if I missed anything
A/N: This rewriting has been more fun than I thought it would be. I think the next chapter will have the most changes thus far, but I am still trying to keep everything as close as possible. Thanks for reading!
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I was awoken by rapid knocking at the front door. Cracking my eyes open, they burned in protest as I surveyed my surroundings. I had been changed and the blood was washed off of me, but I could not hear Yoongi anywhere in the house. Jimin must have left as well, but I could not remember when Yoongi arrived here. I was already too far gone to sleep. The knocking continued and I forced myself out of bed.
My body screamed in protest, and I limped to the living room. I heard Shiloh’s soft breathing inside of her nest and I frowned. She must have been exhausted from last night if the knocking did not wake her. Finally making it to the door, I opened it to one of the most pitiful sights I had seen in a long time.
My heart ached at the sight of Taehyung Kim. He looked worse for wear, his unruly hair tangled into matts that would take hours to brush out, and not a single piece of exposed skin was left tanned and untouched. He was purple and blue everywhere and I forced myself to stand up tall. I was so tired, but it would seem we both were. Ushering the boy inside, my heart broke when he started to sob.
I knew Ahn would do something to the sweet boy that wedged his way into my heart the second he stepped foot into my cottage. My rage simmered just below the surface, but I kept my mouth shut. Taehyung was in pain, both physical and emotional, and I would have to focus on his needs right now. In between his anguish he told me about what had happened.
After we left, Ahn pulled Taehyung into an isolated room at the palace where the beating began. Apparently, the old man believed he could beat the man into the boy, and I had to stop myself from screaming. Soon, three others from the council joined in on the fight. Taehyung said that there had been others who objected to what was happening, but none of them were brave enough to stand up against it either. Sol was taken away from him and he could hear her screaming the entire time.
“I’ve got your face,” I mumbled, reaching back into another jar of salve. I had used two on his face and neck alone. “Take off your clothes. I need to make sure nothing is infected.”
Taehyung nodded, still crying. I did not mind. I felt pity for the alpha. I was not surprised to find his body in just as bad of shape as the rest of him. I took great care not to stare for too long. I was not uncomfortable with his nakedness, but I was still aware that he was a man. Grip harsh, I started with his stomach. I let out a large, frustrated breath through my nose.
“I can’t believe this,” I grunted. “Why would you allow them to do this to you?”
Taehyung hissed in pain as I pressed too hard on a tender spot. I mumbled an apology.
“I did not want to fight,” He replied. “I do not want to rule with violence. I don’t like fighting or shouting. It’s… uncivilized.”
I laughed humorlessly. “So, they get to do as they please with you then? You’d let them kill you?”
He did not know what to say.
“If you ever want to be taken seriously-” I opened up another jar of salve and began rubbing it into his chest, “-this will never happen again. You know your definition of civility does not line up with the older generation in the village.”
Taehyung bit his lip and furrowed his eyebrows. He seemed upset by what I had said. He was such a naive boy, and I felt my eyes watering with anger. If Ahn were here right now, I would kill him myself. How dare he allow anybody to do this to a child let alone orchestrating an entire attack? I would be sure he knows just how unhappy I am with him if I had my way.
While I agreed with him, I knew that the others would have a difficult time swallowing that pill. Taehyung needs to fight if he wants to be seen as an equal. It is the only way to garner respect unless he wants to be compared to the others for the rest of his life. Chief Ahn would never allow that. Again, my anger spiked. Kim Taehyung was twice the man that miserable waste of oxygen could ever be. I knew Sol would cherish his mind and all at once I had an epiphany. No one else was more suited to rule Foxglove than the diplomatic, sensitive, and kind Kim boy.
“I understand you, truly,” I winced when he flinched away from my hands. “I’m sorry. What I mean is that you cannot allow them to push you around like trash.
“Their ideas of what makes a man are archaic at best and I think your village knows this, but fear is a powerful thing. Sometimes we will take the evil we know over the potential of change being worse. Ahn knows this and exploits it in order to parade around with his chest puffed like the loser he is.”
He looked at me strangely then, but I could not decipher what the expression meant. While his face was filled with life and never sat still, the alpha had a set of impenetrable eyes. Eyes that followed my every movement but gave nothing away. Taehyung seemed to consider his words carefully.
“I wanted to fight,” He whispered as though he was ashamed of himself. “I wanted to kill them all, but then they would win, right? I would be the man they wanted me to be, but the rest of the village would fear and resent me for it. The way they fear Ahn.”
His introspection was a surprise but not abnormally so. I had never heard him talk intellectually before, but it suited him nicely. His voice was deep but smooth like molasses that hummed a gentle tune with every word. He always sounded like he was singing, and it was such a juxtaposition from his boyish charm it was easy to forget he had turned 18 less than a month ago.
“Isn’t running away also letting them win?” I asked.
Taehyung sighed, “I had no choice. Ahn was attempting to rile up enough people in order to get someone, anyone, to challenge me for Sol. As far as I know no one was taking the bait, and it gave me enough time to sneak out. Jong-gyu helped get me out of the village while Eun-jin told our mother I was leaving.”
Somehow Taehyung always found a way to sneak his little family into every conversation, and his little siblings were the stars of his life. Jong-gyu was only eleven while Eun-jin had turned six in February. They were mischievous children and always got into trouble, but Taehyung loved them more than anything. Picturing the three of them making an escape plan so the oldest could get help shattered me to pieces.
I wiped my hands on my nightgown and stood. Taehyung was covered from head to toe in the salve, and already the marks were going away. It would take more than that to heal his bruised ribs. So, I went to the kitchen and looked around for a healing potion. I did not feel like making one at this hour and we both needed to get some rest.
“Why did you come here?” I asked, gently.
Taehyung sighed. “Because I knew you would help me.”
Again, my pity returned. While my blood boiled, my heart hurt for the alpha as well. I could imagine him hurt and abandoned, nowhere to turn to, and not being able to trust the local doctor. I found an old potion in the back of a cupboard. After quickly smelling it, I was sure it was still good to take.
“You can stay here as long as you need to,” I offered, handing him the potion. “Sol is my friend and I’m making it my job to keep you safe.”
Taehyung seemed at ease with this. Downing the potion, he curled up on the couch and closed his eyes. “Thank you, Bridd,”
I did not reply. Instead, I used my magic to bring him a few blankets and struck up the fireplace. He was weak and may not be able to regulate his body temperature as easily. It got cold in the living room at night. Seemingly satisfied with his place on my small, uncomfortable couch, Taehyung fell asleep within seconds.
I had never seen anything like it in all my life. Stifling my laughs, I began blowing out the candles around my house, and put away all the used tubs of salve. I would need to make more soon. Exhausted and still recovering from the ceremony, I drug myself back to bed. Shiloh was waiting for me when I arrived.
“How many times do I have to tell you to take your bedrest seriously?” The barn owl nagged.
I groaned and rolled into my bed. It was warm and soft. Shiloh flapped to her nest, a few feathers falling on my sheets that I ignored. I had gotten used to the constant cleaning many years ago.
“It was Taehyung,” I argued.
“I don’t care if it was Fenrir at the door, you better stay your-”
“Shiloh,” I warned, “Swîgian âstillian.”
The bird grumbled to herself, but I was too far gone to pay attention.
Someone was knocking on my front door. Groggy and still stiff, I groaned and rolled on my side. I could hear voices outside, none of them sounding happy, but I heard someone calling for Taehyung and my temper flared. Angry and sore, I used magic to lift myself out of bed and threw on my robe. I saw Taehyung curled up in a ball in front of the sofa. He did not notice me until I was standing in front of the door.
Shiloh was shouting at me to get back in bed, to let the wolves handle their own business, but I ignored her. When they decide to take their politics to my doorstep, I have every right to give them a piece of my mind. Squaring my shoulders, I took a deep breath before forcing my arms forward.
My front door flew off its hinges and into whoever was standing behind it. Namjoon was unfazed by this and slapped the thick wood out of his way. I could see the shock in his eyes, but I was not finished with my assault. I began to sing, a whirlwind of objects floating around the room. Namjoon backed away but this only pissed me off more. Shiloh shouted as a large, hot, blue flame sprouted from the palm of my hand and flew at the wolf.
“Hwæt−hwugu ðrîstian êow?” I shouted, everything dropped once my singing stopped. “Who the hell do you think you are?”
Hoseok and Jimin stood on either side of their brother. I knew I would regret attacking them eventually, possibly the moment they left, but I would not let myself falter. No one was going to come here and intimidate me. The rational side of my brain told me to stop, breathe, and listen to what they had to say, but the other (louder) voice wanted to break them into pieces. Taehyung was broken and bleeding last night and yet none of these people helped them.
“Bridd-” Hoseok pled.
Ignoring him, I kept my gaze perfectly trained on Namjoon. He stared at the large, ashen spot at his feet as I stared at him. My face burned with anger, and I felt another surge of magic rush through my body. A dull ache began to form in my back, and I knew I was bleeding again. I had used too much magic, and my body was having a hard time healing.
“Sê ðafian êower m¯ægð teohhian êower weorðfulnes?” I roared, eyes burning. “Sol chose him. The Gods chose him! Do you all somehow believe you to be superior to them now? Are you all that blinded by your precious Chief's biases that you would allow for this to happen?”
Namjoon swallowed thickly before finally looking at me, “Of course not. I-”
“You listen to me,” I sneered. “If you ever get the gull to come bang on my door again, I swear to you, I will not show you the same mercy.”
Namjoon stuttered over his words, unable to form a proper sentence. I could feel myself growing tired again and the red in my vision was dissipating. Shiloh was still shouting at me to come inside, to let Taehyung handle this himself, but I could not let him stand here alone. No one else was here to help them if the three men decided to attack and I would never forgive myself for leaving the boy defenseless. I stood tall but visibly more relaxed.
“We’re here to speak with Taehyung,” Hoseok pleaded. “I swear we have no intentions to fight with you or him. Namjoon needs to relay a message.”
I opened my mouth to speak, but a voice from behind me beat me to it.
“I’m fine, Bridd,” Taehyung said. The alpha looked at the others but stayed safely behind me. “What’s the word?”
“Don’t be angry with me, cousin,” Namjoon started, stepping towards us.
Instinctively, I got into a defensive position. Namjoon stopped walking and held his hands up in surrender while Hoseok flanked him. Jimin was still standing perfectly still, his eyes on me, and I wondered if he was thinking of a way to get at me if need be. If I was thinking rationally then I would understand why, but in my elevated state it only served to hurt my feelings.
“I have challenged you,” Namjoon continued and all thoughts of Jimin left my mind.
“Quare?” Taehyung’s tone was incredulous, and I could hear the betrayal that coated his tongue. “What have I ever done to you?”
Namjoon seemed to soften but I felt my muscles clench as I readied myself to defend the boy in response. No one was going to hurt him. Sol was my good friend and I refused to let harm come to her mate. I would sooner drop dead before I allowed someone like Ahn to destroy the lives of a group of people because of his complexes. I knew Namjoon well enough to know that he would try to play both sides if it meant keeping the peace within the village. I did not respect that- not at all.
“So no one else would,” Namjoon willed Taehyung to believe him. “We are trying to buy time to come up with a plan, Taehyung. I swear, I have no intention of fighting with you.”
“Putasne me stultum esse?” Taehyung hissed and I could feel his body heating up. “Sol a me auferre conaris!”
Namjoon blanched. I was proud of the young wolf, and I had to admit that I agreed with him. Namjoon was so proud of the fact that Sol would be his mate that I had a difficult time believing the challenge was only for Taehyung’s benefit. Looking at the other two wolves it was clear to me that they also did not believe the eldest man.
“I do not want to hurt you, Taehyung,” Namjoon plead but I could see his growing agitation. He did not like the way he was being spoken to. “I mean what I say even if you are too dense to understand that.”
Taehyung growled, and I had to steady my racing heart. I would have to protect him inside. Namjoon would have the advantage of leaving, and I was vulnerable to the sun’s rays if he decided to extort that. Still, I positioned my hands defensively. Taehyung was done talking and both Hoseok and Namjoon waited for his next move.
Suddenly, Shiloh flew out of the house and screeched loudly. Everything happened quickly. First, Shiloh was barreling towards Namjoon and then a wolf was standing in his place. I knew it was an accident, and Taehyung was only trying to protect me, however, his massive frame surged me forward. I was in the sun before I could save myself, and soon my face slammed into my front steps and the sun beamed on my back. My ankle burned as the metal cut through.
My skin burned immediately, and I could not help the tortured screams that flew out of my mouth. Unfocused eyes trained on Shiloh and saw her turn towards me before a large, russet wolf shoved her out of the way with his nose. I felt many hands on me, and I was dragged back inside. My body trembled as I screamed. Every inch of my skin was on fire, and I closed my eyes only to see white. It felt like someone was tearing me apart. All around me I heard screaming and shouting.
“Quid irrumabo facimus?” Hoseok shouted.
“Nescio,” It sounded like Taehyung was crying.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and I could not think straight. The pain was numbing. Opening my eyes again, I saw my ceiling and raised one of my shaking hands. Black feathers had pierced through the skin, and I cried out once more.
“Recedite ab ea!” Someone screamed but I could not make out who.
“Licuitne futura est?”
I knew something was happening a few feet away but all I could focus on was the fire in my body. I knew this would subside eventually on its own, I had not been in the sun long enough for the full transformation to take place, but I had something that could help. I just needed to gather the strength to get it. I opened my mouth to speak but could only scream.
“It burns,” I managed to grunt, convulsing.
I could feel hands on me, but I could not get my eyes to focus. Sleep would be impossible now and I knew my body was in the worst shape it had ever been. Between the ceremony, the small amount of magic I used, and the sun I would be out of service for an entire week at this rate. Possibly even more.
“Move,” I heard Shiloh’s voice through the rest of the nonsense going on around me.
Looking through my lashes, instead of an owl there was a beautiful woman before me. Her fiery hair glistened in the sun and looked like it was underwater. Her skin had a dim glow to it and shimmered brightly. She looked like diamonds, and I reached out to touch her. The spirit had tears in her eyes, the water shining brilliantly, before she caressed my hand.
“Slêpte,” She whispered, fingers grazing my arm.
Instantly, I felt the relief I had been begging for wash over me. Sighing in relief, I closed my eyes and curled closely to Shiloh’s side. I felt her fingers running through my hair and the exhaustion hit me all at once. I could hear growls and snarls, but the frantic talking was much louder. Someone was crying but I was too tired to figure out who it was.
“I’m going to put you to bed,” She whispered. “Where you belong.”
When I woke, I could smell food cooking. I was in my bed, my memory faded and hard to recall, but I knew Shiloh had been in her spirit form. It was what she wished to look like in her next life, and I secretly thought she would be extremely beautiful. Rubbing my eyes, I could not remember the alphas leaving and knew I needed to get up. My body screamed in protest as I sat up, but I pushed forward. No one was going to harm the boy- not while I still had air in my lungs, and I could only hope that he was alive and well in my living room.
Upon entering the kitchen, I had to grasp my door frame for support. The stove was lit, I could smell the applewood, and one of my large pots was on top of it. The rest of the room was clean. Far cleaner than I ever left it. Someone had mopped and swept by hand. I could smell the lemons they used on the wood mingling with the strong scent of onions.
“You should be in bed.”
I jumped up. Whipping my head around, Jimin was sitting in my recliner across the room. Taehyung was staring at me from in front of the fireplace. Neither Hoseok nor Namjoon were there. I could not feel or smell my familiar’s presence either, and I had a pang of fear shoot through me.
“Where’s Shiloh?” I demanded, stumbling forward and grabbing on my island.
Taehyung stood up and came toward me quickly.
“Please, don’t push yourself, Bridd,” He said softly.
The alpha led me to the small loveseat that was tucked away and helped me to sit down. Jimin stood and covered me with one of my spare blankets before taking the seat next to me. He must have gone digging around while I was asleep. Sparing a glance at my hands, all of the feathers were replaced by nasty scars that were already lighter than the surrounding skin, like they had been there for years, and I felt sad looking at them. I could only imagine the state the rest of my body was in. It seemed like Jimin sensed my mood and placed his hand over mine.
“She stepped out for a while,” His voice hoarse like he had been screaming.
I had been angry with him; I remember vividly I thought of him and Namjoon as one entity here to hurt Taehyung but being in front of him now it had all but vanished. There was no way Park Jimin would ever be fine with what had happened. Nor would Hoseok or Namjoon. Even thinking of him I found myself hurting for him. I could only imagine how he had felt after everything had happened. I did not think anyone could have prepared for that amount of shock. However, gazing at Taehyung, most of my sympathy stopped there. Namjoon was still acting like some know-it-all, high who was high and mighty for what he had done. If Taehyung did not believe his intentions were good, then neither would I.
“Is everyone alright?” I asked.
Jimin hummed, “Everyone but you. Namjoon and I got into a fight before he left but he’ll be fine.”
I scowled at Jimin. “I don’t like the idea of you fighting.”
He grinned, “Don’t worry, amica. I won.”
“Doesn’t change my feelings.” I grumbled and looked at Taehyung.
He seemed confused. While most of his face was perfectly schooled, his eyes told a different story. As they bounced back and forth between Jimin and I, I could see confusion turn into something… other. Almost, acceptance. Strange, I thought. I did not think about it too much. My affection for Jimin was likely apparent, and stronger, than that of the other alphas. The boy was probably trying to get used to it. Then he winked at me, and I looked away,
Was it possible that he had caught onto my feelings? Had I sized him up too quickly? I knew he was mischievous and carefree, but I also knew he was very aware of others. When he had spoken so passionately about being what a good ruler was, I had gotten that impression as well as his own naivety. However, my troubles were quickly dismissed as I looked into Jimin’s eyes. It was impossible to stress when he was around.
“If it is alright with you then I would like to stay here until Taehyung decides what to do,” My eyebrows shot up.
“What for?” I replied.
“I’m sorry for pushing you,” Taehyung butted in. “I didn’t realize you were standing so close, and I was overwhelmed.”
I shook my head and assured him an apology was unnecessary, “I’m serious, Taehyung, it wasn’t your fault.”
“Yeah,” He scoffed, “You’re covered in scars because of my actions, and now my cousin is angry with all of us because of the fight. Hoseok said it was best if we stayed away from the village for a while. We can’t go back home.”
This was not surprising, at least, not to me. I did not plan on Taehyung leaving my cottage for a while, but Jimin’s own exile was either completely self-inflicted, or a way for Hoseok to calm Namjoon down before he made any other rash decisions. Like challenging Taehyung. Even if he claimed it was only to stop others from doing so, I could understand why his little cousin would be offended by his complete lack of faith in him. A challenge did not sound like a great way to get others on Taehyung’s side and would only make the boy’s stress raise.
“I found the letter that your friend sent you in your coat pocket,” Jimin suddenly said.
Confused, I frowned. I knew he was trying to change the subject, but I had no clue what he was talking about. Racking my brain, I found myself at a loss before the lightbulb went off.
“Wendy!” I exclaimed.
Going to stand, Jimin gently grabbed my arm. He looked bashful and unsure of himself. I was just like the last time he had been here, only it felt different. He almost looked… afraid to tell me what he had read. My breath quickening, I pulled my arm out of his grasp.
“What did it say?” I asked, wearily.
When I got no response, I lifted myself up and ignored the two men. I hobbled to my coat rack. However, strong arms wrapped around me before I made it a foot away from the sofa.
“Taehyung,” I threatened. “Put me down. Now.”
“Sit. You’re hurt.” He pleaded and walked me back over to the living space.
Frustrated and anxious, I turned my head and bit the side of his arm. The wolf yelped before letting go of my waist. I stumbled, wobbled over, before landing on my ass.
“This is ridiculous,” I complained, slowly lifting myself up. I ignored Taehyung’s outstretched hands. “You come to my home, go through my things, and then not allow me to read my own letter? She’s my friend! If it’s important I ought to know.”
Jimin sighed, frustrated. I refused to back down and continued to stand despite the slight sway I was fighting. Taehyung had given me some space, which I appreciated, but was close enough to catch me if I fell down again. The older alpha and I had a stare off.
Finally, after a few minutes of silence, Jimin spoke, “If you had more patience, I could have given it to you. It’s in my pocket.”
“If you had just said that instead of looking at me like an idiot-” I countered, limping back to the sofa, “-then I couldn’t have gotten up.”
The alpha glared at me but said nothing more. Snatching the paper from his hands, I made myself comfortable in my spot. Taehyung came closer, a weary look on his face. An apology was in order, but I fought with my own pride to give it. He picked me up without consent and so I bit him. End of discussion. Still, the need to tell him I was sorry was strong.
B,
I’m happy to hear you are feeling better. However, I’m sure by the time this reaches you the Luna’s ceremony would have taken place and you’ll be back in bed again. I’ve always marveled at how powerful you are and yet so fragile. My mother thinks it was the way the Gods meant for it to be. You’d be far too much if you had all of your abilities and the same willpower as any other witch. In other words, good luck and I hope you have a fast recovery.
My sister has decided to marry a man by the name of Bastian. I am very happy for her, and I know Nixie will make a good wife- even if their children will be raised as humans rather than witches. Apparently, Bastian’s family is against magic and Nixie is unbothered by it. She was always rather bad at it, so I can guess why she has no issue giving it up. The entire time I have been here I’ve been barred from playing around. Nixie is very strict when she wants to be. They are very in love, and I am happy for her.
This trip, however, had made me think of my own life more than I thought it would. Y/N, would you hate me if I told you I was considering staying here? My time in Northorn has opened my world to many possibilities. Then I think of you, Yoongi, and Seokjin and the thought repulses me. Oh, I love him. I love Seokjin. I want him to be with me and yet… my eyes still wander. Is that wrong? I know you understand me more than anyone else. Have you ever thought about telling him how you feel or is it too scary? Because I’m scared, Bridd. I’ve hurt him too much.
I should stay here, right? Spare both him and Yoongi the heart ache. God knows I’ve put too much of a strain on their relationship already. From what I hear, they’re already back to being friends since I’ve kept away. Yes, I think I will stay here.
Please help me. Do something for me. I’m confused and unsure of myself. Nixie says I’m overthinking everything, but I know you will be more honest. Sending you all of my heart- at least what is left of it.
Your dearest friend,
Wendy
Rereading the letter over again, I felt my heart sink. Shiloh must have decided to go and see her after finding out. I mentally thanked her and immediately went to fetch a pen and paper. Neither wolf tried to stop me.
It made sense now why Jimin would hesitate to talk with me about the letter. He had never, as far as I know, met Wendy. It must have been confusing to read through. I remembered her line about me understanding her and my stomach sank. That must have been a strange thing to read about, too. I cursed under my breath before I began to write.
Wendy, darling,
I am fine. There is a lot happening in Bangtan at the moment, most of which I hardly understand, and it has taken its toll on me. Between the ceremony and now I haven’t one moment of peace. I do hope you can help me relax once you return. I know you will.
Forget about those two fools and remember why you have stayed here all this time: your mother, the sisterhood, your coven, and the forest. Who else can tame a magindara like you? No one. Who can purify the sea and sing with the shore like you? No one. Do not let petty, childish things stop you from enjoying your life. You will always have me, and I will forever be there. I’m happy for Nixie! Her engagement is splendid news and I wish I could be there with her.
However, life has chosen a different path for me just as it has chosen one for you. I am frightened, Wendy. Every day I am scared of what it will bring, but I do not let that stop me from enjoying the sunshine. I love the flowers, the trees, and the winds that ripple through them. Aldara used to tell me, “Fear reminds us that we’re alive, and without it many would surely be dead.” So, don’t kill yourself off just yet, darling. Keep swimming and come home. Talk to Seokjin and he will understand. Yoongi has no ill will toward either one of you. Let go of your fantasies and stay rooted in the reality of your heart.
You have made many mistakes in this life, but who hasn’t? I do think that we can salvage our friendships if nothing else, and if you truly want to be with Jin, then I would say try to win him over. He has spent many years running behind you while your sights were set on someone who did not see you very clearly. I want our circle back together again, but I want all of you happy within that circle. So go for it. Even if I am afraid, you do not have to be. See you soon.
Missing you greatly,
B
My body was beginning to loosen, and the pain was becoming bearable. Satisfied with my response, I waved it in the air to make it dry faster as I rummaged through my drawers for an envelope. I could only hope I could muster the strength to send it off. If Shiloh were here, she would have gone off herself or asked one of the boys, but I was on my own now. Alone and in desperate need to get this damn letter to Wendy. Shuffling to my ceremonial bag laying by the front door, I sifted through it until I found my meteor powder.
I knew I was taking a risk with this sort of thing, but I had to be willing to risk it if it meant I could change Wendy’s mind. I was already hours behind. Without a second more to lose, I gathered up a piece of parchment and a pen to begin drawing. Remembering Wendy’s face was simple enough, years of drawing and perfecting using the powder making it almost easy to do, but I still felt uneasy. My heart would not rest until I received word back or the sea witch showed up at my door.
Praying that I got every soft feature right, I contemplated adding color but quickly dismissed the idea. It would not really make any difference and I was not sure if her hair was dark or light anymore. Wendy often went through fazes with that sort of thing. Laying the paper on the floor, I said her name for good measure, and threw the powder on top of it. Less than a second later, the paper was gone, and I sighed.
“Hope she got it,” I mumbled to myself.
It was Taehyung who broke my trance.
“That was so cool!” He exclaimed.
I chuckled, “Not as cool as my own magic, but it’ll have to do. I can hardly feel anything in my body.”
Walking back to the couch, I curled up beside Jimin. He looked worried again and I realized I had messed up. Admitting that I was weak and tired would only make him drag me back to bed. Readily myself for another spat, I squared my shoulders and looked at him.
“She seemed upset,” He said instead. “I had not realized your friends were involved in that way.”
I hid my surprise well. It did make sense for Jimin to worry about others, I had just never imagined he would take my friend’s hardships so seriously. Looking away, I nodded.
“It’s been a thing since we were children. Don’t worry too much, she will come back, and they will be together. It’s their never-ending cycle.”
“Why aren’t they now?” It was Taehyung who asked.
“Because,” I sighed, “they don’t truly know what they want.”
Jimin fixed me a bowl of the cabbage stew he had made for us. It was rather plain but filling and lulled me into an unsettled sleep on the small couch. I could vaguely remember waking up shouting, but for the life of me I could not recall the dream that had frightened me so. It was Jimin who brought me to my bed after that and I did not wake up again. Not even when I shifted after sunset.
Taehyung was a nice company to have around. He took good care of his things, cleaned up after himself, and was useful. I had stopped sending supplies to Foxglove, something that neither Taehyung or Jimin agreed with, but it did not change my mind. They did not deserve my help if this is what they were going to do with it. No one had come to collect anything either, so I assumed they were boycotting my services indefinitely, or no one felt comfortable enough to come here with the wolves present.
Wendy had written to me the following morning confirming she was coming back. She had even written to Jin. While I did not know what she had said I could take a few guesses. It was only a matter of time before Seokjin told me all about it. He was the worst at keeping secrets.
Taking a deep breath, I opened my eyes and stared at my altar. My magic had come back a few days ago and I had been allowing it to rest. Today was the first time I had performed a ritual spell in days. Looking over my shoulder, I smiled gently at Jimin napping on my sofa.
While we had not spoken much since that night, he was doing his best to help Taehyung make a plan to win over the town. While I thought it was foolish to think he could do such a thing without a fight, I believed in them enough to support it. Jimin was a beloved figure of the community and having him on Taehyung’s side greatly increased his odds. I knew the pack was feeling both of their absences and I hoped Namjoon would show his face here again. We had much to discuss and I wanted to apologize for my loud outburst. No matter what anyone else had to say I placed much of that terrible encounter on my own shoulders.
“What’s a cah-dee-jo?” Taehyung asked, obnoxiously loud.
“A cadejo-” I corrected, rolling my eyes, “-are spirits that help worthy travelers find their way.”
Taehyung raised an eyebrow. “And if they’re not worthy?”
“They’ll eat them,” I replied easily.
The alpha had been interested in my books after finding something I had written about the magindara when I was a kid. He was going through them so quickly, I was having to go to the cellar to get new material for him. As naive as he was, Taehyung Kim was a bright young man with a vivid imagination. He always asked questions, never settled for one answer, and listened carefully.
“Why?” He asked.
“Why not?”
He said nothing after that and went back to reading. I had started growing fonder of the man and hoped he was able to go back home. When he spoke of his siblings his eyes lit up and it broke my heart. His parents must be worried sick.
Having spent most of my morning sitting, I decided to make lunch. I was expecting Shiloh to be back later today. Wendy said my familiar had gotten to her inn just before she sent off her letter, so I knew the owl was safe. Thinking about her I grew emotional. Exposing her spirit form was extremely dangerous, a risk I would never have asked her to take, and she had done it regardless.
Going to my kitchen window, I whistled loudly and began pulling out a pot and pan. Tomato soup sounded lovely and I could always make a quick loaf of bread. A few minutes later, Delinah was at my window. Looking up from the onion I was dicing, I grinning at the deer.
“Morning, Dee,” I greeted.
She bowed her head. “Glad to see you moving around. You gave us all a fright.”
I hummed, scooping the onions and throwing them into the pot along with three whole heads of garlic, some fresh herbs, and oil. In the corner of my eye I saw Jimin beginning to stir on my sewing chair.
“I’m good as new,” I joked, using a spell to light my stove. “Would you mind fetching some tomatoes from Seokjin’s garden? I’d ask Shiloh but she’s out of the forest for the day.”
“Where’d she head off to?” Delinah asked, pulling the cloth tote I kept on the windowsill into her mouth.
“Northorn,” I replied.
“Northorn? What’s so important in that miserable place?”
I laughed, placing my knife down to help my friend get the tote around her neck. Delinah nuzzled my hands. Giving her a quick pat on the head, I promised her carrots when she got back.
“And to answer your question,” I walked back to the counter. “Wendy is attempting to run away so she’s bringing her back.”
She laughed, “Oh, that Wendy Byrd. You never know what you’re going to get with that one.”
“But we love her.”
Jimin was up and walking around right after Delinah left. Taehyung was still head-first in my magical beasts book. I took over my try of onions and garlic and let them begin roasting over the open flame of the stove. The tomatoes would not take long to char. I could hear the two men talking quietly but decided to play them no mind. It was hard to have privacy in this house as it was.
Delinah was back quickly and I sent her off with a bundle of carrots. After roasting the tomatoes, I used my pestle and mortar to blend everything together. Working in small batches, I took my time to be sure everything was smooth before throwing it into the pot I had taken out.
“Bridd,” Taehyung called out. “Can I get your opinion on something?”
I nodded, “Ask away.”
“I want to write a letter to Namjoon but I’m not sure how he’d take that.”
I paused for a moment to think. While it might be a wise idea to test the waters with a note of some kind, I was also not foolish enough to think he would be able to deliver something to the village at this time. People were looking for him and to show his face might lead to more speculation. However, he had to do something before the elders made a decision as to what to do with him.
Namjoon had officially challenged him and only revoking that, which would terminate the fight, would be his best option. I had full faith in Taehyung’s ability to defend himself if he truly wanted, but his personality would make it hard for him to commit to a brawl. Namjoon would win just from his determination alone, if it came down to that, but I had a difficult time believing it would. The only way for Namjoon to win would be killing Taehyung in exchange for Sol and he would never bring himself to do that.
“I don’t think that would help much,” I admitted. “You are aware of Ahn and his tricks. I don’t believe a letter would arrive to him if you wrote one or not.”
I heard his sigh of defeat and felt saddened. I empathize with the alpha’s situation. I knew he was preparing himself to fight his older cousin, possibly kill the man, and no one was pleased by this. In my younger years, Aldara enjoyed teaching me defensive magic but I could never strike her back. It was not until that night I truly saw what I could be capable of if left to my own devices. I shuddered at the thought. I would not wish that on anybody- especially Taehyung Kim. Mixing the soup, I spoke.
“I’m sorry it has to be this way.”
“Me too,” He replied.
The three of us ate our lunch in silence. Jimin had been more quiet than usual and I knew his brain was on overdrive. He had also been away from his family, his pack, and his home for three days without an end in sight. I knew how hard the silence could be and even then I had been quieter. Still, it must be hard on him. It was a wolf’s nature to be with his family.
Taehyung did not ask anything after that. The rest of the day, he sat on the floor near the fireplace and read book after book while Jimin looked out of the windows and wrote down in a journal I had given to him when he asked. They never went outside. I managed to do a few chores, practiced some new spells, and wrote in my grimoire, but nothing else had struck an interest in me. The tension in the house was suffocating. It was not until Shiloh returned at sunset that the house stirred.
In a whirlwind, the barn owl flew through my bedroom window, her loud voice bouncing off the walls. Carelessly I threw my pen down onto my grimoire. Black ink smeared into the pages ruining all of my hard work, but I did not care. She was back and I could breathe a bit easier then. I knew Shiloh would have an answer. She always knew what to do.
“Between those wolves and you witches,” She complained, “I’ll never, ever catch a break.”
“Oh, Shiloh,” I cooed, opening my arms to her.
My familiar raced into my waiting embrace and let herself be babied. I pet her head and smoothed her feathers down gently. The owl leaned into my touches with joy. I could not remember the last time I had smiled so widely since she had gone.
“You’re so strong and mighty, little one. I missed you dearly.”
She laughed, “I’m so happy to see you up and walking around.”
“Where’s Wendy?” I asked, letting her go.
Shiloh flew into the kitchen and I followed behind her. She must be exhausted after the long journey. She pecked at the bread from lunch and made note of the wolves in the living room. Pleased that they were still here, Shiloh told me how much she liked Taehyung before giving up any other information. I chuckled at her antics.
“She’ll be back after her sister’s wedding.”
“Oh, wonderful!” I clapped my hands together in delight.
“Another pain in my ass,” She mumbled.
And I laughed, and laughed, and laughed.
It was always an adjustment when you first transform, I found. Even after all this time I was slightly disoriented after the whole ordeal. The first night Taehyung had been here, he had almost broken my bedroom door down trying to see if I was alright. If Jimin had not reassured him, I was sure he would have been traumatized by the scene. It was the fourth night now, and Taehyung slept peacefully through my screams. Shiloh had gone to bed extra early. Jimin was the only person still awake when I flew through the kitchen window.
He was still dressed in the same clothes he had been wearing for days. I hand washed everything twice but he insisted on keeping them. I had made clothes for Taehyung and was a bit upset at Jimin’s rejection. However, I never brought it up again. I simply washed them and used magic to get them dry.
Tonight, however, he had taken off the long cape he usually wore. His socks and shoes were also somewhere else and I noticed his belt was also missing. He wore his hair down, the silver strands sitting at his waist, and I saw a simple headband keeping his bangs out of his eyes. He was sitting at the kitchen island staring at whatever he had been writing. I decided to go to him.
“Hello,” He offered, a smile that did not meet his eyes thrown my way.
He looked tired, more so than usual, and worn. Taehyung snored loudly on the floor and rolled over. Jimin did not bat an eyelash and continued looking at the papers. I hopped closer and twisted my head to look at them. The alpha did not try to stop me. It was difficult to make out everything as the ink was smudged and worn, but I recognized the handwriting from anywhere.
I realized it was the paper I had used when I had visited him a few weeks ago. I felt myself growing emotional. He had kept it… something so inconsequential and yet he had kept it. Apparently, he even walked around with it. My heart grew fonder with every encounter we shared, and I found I could not breathe properly.
I’m feeling better.
Not if it’s something you like.
I love blueberries.
You did nothing wrong, Alpha. I promise.
“It brings me comfort,” Jimin whispered. “Knowing that you’re out there.”
Turning to look at him, I found him crying. The moonlight illuminated his delicate face and the tears that ran down his cheeks. For the first time since I have known Jimin, I felt sure of myself. Drawing near, I gently flapped my wings and landed in his lap. Clicking, I rubbed my face on his stomach and allowed the warmth within me to shine. He kept it.
Jimin grabbed me and held me tightly as he wept. What his sorrows were for, I was not sure, but I had to guess it was something to do with this situation. Whatever the case may be, I melted into his touch. He was always so open with me like this. I wished he would hold me tightly as a woman, too. I knew I was beginning to grow greedy but did not care anymore. He had kept that stupid piece of parchment and I was completely done attempting to care about customs or the opinions of others.
“I don’t know what to do,” He whimpered. “I understand them both, know that neither one of them are happy with the way they left things, but I can’t do anything about it.
“I don’t want to leave Taehyung, but I don’t want to watch my friends kill each other over a miscommunication.”
And as mad as I was at Namjoon, as badly as I wanted to throw him against a wall and scream in his face for playing into the game the others were creating, I could not say I wanted him dead. We were friends after all. Even after our spat the other morning I could call him that freely. I knew something had to give sooner or later.
The alpha only allowed himself two minutes to cry. After that, he apologized to me profusely before gently setting me back down on the island. Wiping his face aggressively, he excused himself before leaving the cottage entirely. I wanted to go after him but thought he might need the space and time to think. Looking down at the paper at my feet, I felt something shift inside of me.
So what if a letter is offensive? They beat Taehyung to a bloody pulp, exiled him, and made his family think he needed to be challenged in order to keep the pack in order. If a simple letter would be the thing to set them off then I would happily be the bad guy. Knowing that I was more than likely making an awful choice, that the chances of someone else getting their hands on Namjoon’s letter were high, I still had to try. I would never see Jimin cry like that again. My mind made up, I gathered up some paper and an ink jar and began to write.
“Y/N,” Auntie whispered, her fingers running through my hair.
The sun had just begun to rise, the sky was still purple, and I struggled to open my eyes. Stirring, I moaned and rubbed my face. My eyes continued drooping closed and I yawned loudly.
Aldara chuckled, “Wake up, sleepy head. I want to make breakfast together.”
Shaking my head, I flipped over the pancake. In the dining room, Taehyung, Jimin, and the witches were talking about the best fishing spots in Bangtan. Seokjin and Yoongi had decided to drop in this morning, and while I did not get a reason for the sudden visit, I assumed it had something to do with Wendy. Jin seemed surprised about the wolves and asked if we could speak privately after everyone had eaten. I heard Taehyung asking if vegan pancakes tasted good and I laughed.
I had started a vegetarian diet after Aldara died. It was nearly impossible to get meat when I was unable to leave my home. I cut out animal products completely four years ago after I got closer with the critters in the area. It felt wrong to eat someone I could have known.
“They’re not that different from ‘normal’ ones,” I answered. “I just use oat flour, bananas, and flaxseeds mixed with water. Everything else is the same.”
I could not see the face the alpha made, but I knew it was similar to disgust. Taehyung emoted the same for several emotions. Confusion, disgust, and anger were all similar enough to take a guess. Yoongi laughed and it made me smile. The two of us were the most similar in terms of lifestyle choices, but he ate fish with Seokjin from time-to-time.
“Why would you mix flax seeds and water together?” Taehyung asked, his bewilderment coating his tongue.
Grabbing a plate, I flipped the fresh pancake onto my small stack before heading over to the table. Various jars of preserves and marmalades were out along with Yoongi’s homemade syrup he had sent to me. While I had always enjoyed honey on my pancakes and toast, after cutting out animal products, I started mixing and matching to find something I liked more. Peanut butter and banana slices have not been topped by anything else. However, I had used all of my bananas making breakfast and had to settle for syrup.
“It replaces the egg,” I explained. “You mix it with the banana and let it sit for a few minutes to thicken up. It’s something a boy called Enver taught me. He lives in Moland and doesn’t get access to the market very often.”
“How do you get things from the market?” Jimin asked.
“I go very often,” Seokjin replied. “I always get things for Yoongi and Y/N when I go. Yoongi does the same as well.”
I hummed and nodded. “I have great friends.”
After breakfast, Yoongi invited the boys to go on a walk with him in the forest. Taehyung had brought up his newfound interest in the beings that lived in Bangtan, and the witch had offered to show him a jackalope borough a few minutes away. Jimin offered to go so he could keep an eye on Taehyung. I knew they could handle themselves, but I caught Jimin’s eye before he left and knew he was giving Seokjin and I space to speak. After they left, I began picking up the dishes with Jin’s help.
We worked quietly for a time. I washed while he dried. I knew whatever he wanted to say was on the tip of his tongue, his constant opening and closing of his mouth making that known, but I stayed patient. Seokjin was hesitating, which was strange for him, but I knew he was trying to collect his thoughts. Wendy threw him off kilter often and all of us were friends, so it made talking openly challenging. Yoongi had the same problem but would only come alone if he needed to vent. Enver was always his first pick since he was far removed from the forest, but he was too young to understand what Jin was feeling.
After the dishes were done, I began to wipe down the table and put away the toppings. Seokjin lingered but did not help with this. Instead, he put away the dishes. It took a few more minutes before he spoke.
“Wendy wrote to me,” He said.
I hummed. I did not want to talk about her letter to me yet. I tried to respect privacy as much as possible and kept a lot to myself. We were all too close for comfort at times and overzealous. Wendy was the worst with this, and Seokjin was unable to keep his mouth shut for forever, and so I tried to be someone reliable. Yoongi was better than I was but that was because he never gave much thought to other people. Their problems were not his and therefore did not truly matter.
“She said she wants to be with me.”
“Well,” I sighed. “How do you feel about that?”
He ran a hand through his hair. “It’s… complicated.”
Lifting myself onto the kitchen island, I nodded.
“I’m sure I can keep up.”
“For as long as I’ve known her, I’ve liked her to some capacity. She’s never really liked me in the same way, at least, not as much as I liked her.” He reasoned. And that was true.
Wendy had always looked the other way, said one thing and did another, and never truly opened her heart to him properly. Sure, she admitted that she liked him but would run after Yoongi when given the chance. At first, I thought Seokjin was reading too much into things, but when I stopped to think about it, he was right to be upset. Wendy placed Yoongi on a pedestal and often ignored how much she hurt everyone else in the process. Even the kitchen witch himself, a man who found himself an unwilling participant in their love triangle.
“I knew she meant it when she said she liked me,” He continued. “I knew that she had feelings and affections, but the second she saw him it was like we were twelve again. How can I know she’s serious this time? She’s been away, hasn’t seen anyone in months, and decides she is in love with me. What about when she sees Yoongi again? Will it still be true?”
I felt sorry for Seokjin. He’s never looked away from Wendy, much like Wendy was never able to fully look away from Yoongi. I knew his heart was genuine, but I was also aware of how sheltered he was. Bangtan was secluded and meeting others was difficult. I was not sure if his want for Wendy would be the same if he realized that the world was much broader than this forest. Still, I was not foolish enough to think that telling someone that there were more fish in the sea would be helpful.
“I don’t want to get hurt again,” He whispered.
“I know,” I replied. “I wouldn’t want that either.”
“How can I trust her words?”
I shook my head. “I… I’m not sure. I’ve always thought you two were just stubborn. I can see how much you both care, but I’m not okay with the toxicity. As much as I want the both of you to be happy, preferably together, I can’t stand the tension.
I think you should try it out- if you want to. See what happens. Maybe seeing her sister getting married changed something for her, or the time away- I don’t know. I do know that if you’re coming to me then that means she said something that sat with you. I would think about that and your own feelings.”
“She said that she loves me,” He muttered after a long moment of silence. “She said that after you two spoke- thank you by the way, that she felt more confident to talk to me. It was the first time I felt her apology was genuine.”
We had a long stretch of silence, the two of us just looking at one another, before Seokjin looked down. With a deep sigh, he ruffled his hair before asking to borrow a paper and pen from me. He knew where everything was, so it was an easy yes. I was no surer of what was to come than before, but hoped whatever it may be that my friends would be happy.
He sent off his letter soon after. I had started sweeping and making a schedule for the day in my head. There was a lot that I needed to get done. My absence had caused a large supply chain blockage to the sea coven, and I needed to get on it right away. Shiloh was asleep, her schedule still recovering from her trip, but I would wake her up to make the delivery later. No one else lived close enough to justify the trip and with Wendy still gone I had no one to send it to magically. After some more thinking, I asked Seokjin if he could write Cordelia and ask if anyone would be willing to pick up the supplies. He agreed easily and got to work.
It was a rare moment of silence with the solar witch. I knew his mind was all over the place, and his anxieties were not helping the matter one bit. I feared the worst but knew he would speak to me about it when he was ready. I would give him his quiet.
“I rejected her,” He finally said, voice cracking.
“Oh, Jinnie,” I cooed, putting my broom down and gathering him in my arms. That was a hard thing for him to do. I was proud of him for doing what was best for him, even if I was hoping my friends could make it work for both of their sake. “Yfel am sorig.”
He sobbed, “I can’t do it again, B. I just can’t.”
And I understood. I would deal with Wendy later, her own emotions probably bubbling over. I was sure Seokjin had alluded to being friends, keeping in contact- something that would give her hope like she had done so many times before. I knew he meant it and wanted the four of us to be like we were. I was no fool to think it would actually happen. Too much had been done and said for anything to be the same as it was.
Still, I hope with time we could grow together. I loved my friends dearly and hoped we could spend Yule together like we had when we were young. I was also not foolish enough to get my hopes up either. The never-ending cycle.
“I know. I know,” I whispered, rubbing his back.
Seokjin held me tightly and cried.
Over the next three days, Jimin and Taehyung started to venture out of the house more often. I had not heard from Wendy or Seokjin, but Yoongi wrote daily to make sure that I was alright. He was worried I would get another unexpected visit from the wolves. I was not sure if that was the case, but I was prepared to speak to someone eventually. I had a feeling Hoseok was staying away in order to keep the peace. When Jimin and I spoke about him it seemed like he was trying to make Namjoon change his mind. So far that had not been very successful, and the oldest alpha was still bitter about the fight with Jimin. Taehyung was becoming more resolute to the possibility of a fight and had been sparring with Jimin in case it came down to a brawl.
Shiloh had woken up earlier and earlier over the course of the last few days. Not as early as I was used to, but I would take noon over eleven at night. Taehyung and Jimin were still getting used to my late mornings. After staying up well into the night I was not out of bed unless absolutely necessary. My magic was stronger than it had been, but I could feel my body was still adjusting. Ever since I was child my magic drained the life out of me and defensive magic more than anything else. The Namjoon incident had thrown me for a loop, and I was having a difficult time coming back fully.
Aldara used to worry about my fainting spells after our lessons. She said that it was unnatural for a witch to become so overwhelmed by their own magic, but after many years of self-reflection, I realized that my body was always using magic. Unlike other witches who could control their output, my gifts left me vulnerable and weakened. The constant possessions and lack of self-control were two of the biggest downfalls of my own power. However, a small outburst would no longer make me as depleted as it once had. The last time I fainted after using magic had been the night, I found the cottage on fire.
Flipping through my grimoire, I tried to find the potion I made that reduced anxiety. Wendy was returning tomorrow, and Cordelia asked if I could send some to Syrena. I had only made this particular recipe twice and was still too unfamiliar with it to make it from memory. It would be Wendy’s luck that I sent over a shifting potion rather than a mood stabilizer, but I had faith in Griselda’s recipe.
I was worried about her. While it was normal to go weeks without talking, I was afraid she may be upset with me over the situation with Jin. She had to be suspicious we had spoken and probably thought I told him what to do. That, or she had convinced herself that Yoongi had something to do with it. Wendy had a difficult time seeing things for what they were, and while I felt empathy for her, I would never choose between my friends. I loved and respected them both and wished I could get out of the middle of everything. It was her who told him about our conversation in the first place.
Unable to find it I grew frustrated. I hated being so unorganized. Everything was sprawled about and jotted down in sloppy, rushed writing. Half of it hardly made sense to me and I pitied my successor. Poor girl will have to learn how to read hieroglyphics before she could understand half of what was written. Giving up, I slammed the book shut and decided to write Enver. He was the only witch I knew that would have something like this on standby. Carefully rolling the paper, I began to chant a new spell I had learned after reading Pippa’s grimoire and blew. The paper turned to ash and was gone.
Pippa was by all accounts a whack job. She had the most unorthodox methods of any witch I had ever read or heard of. Even looking through her countless spell books made that abundantly clear. She drew many of her spells in a step-by-step fashion that was somehow more difficult to follow than normal. Every spell and potion had strange ingredients that you would never put together and yet worked. She was brilliant. Aldara always made fun of my adoration for the woman, called me the next “nutcase,” and teased me about my own muddled grimoire. Still, no one could deny how talented Pippa was. This spell in particular was one of my favorites I learned so far. It was simple, used hardly any energy at all, and was extremely effective. I was happy my days of meteor powder were gone- even if I invented that one.
The front door slammed open. Screaming, I felt my heart speed up and my vision flash black and white for a moment. Composing myself, I shot daggers at Taehyung as he strolled into the cottage. Jimin bowed, his apology clear, before following the younger alpha inside.
“It’s such a beautiful day!” Taehyung exclaimed, rolling onto the couch.
My eyes twitched.
“Try that again,” I demanded.
The man shot up. His confusion was clear. Jimin stood in the doorway, an amused look on his face. Walking inside, he stood near the door and crossed his arms over his chest. I forced my eyes away from his toned back and continued to scowl at Taehyung.
“Try what again?” Taehyung asked.
“Walking into my house like a civilized person,” I deadpanned. “I swear, you act like you’ve never learned manners a day in your life. First putting your dirty, disgusting, muddy boots on my counter and now this? Thin ice, Tae. Thin ice.”
Taehyung scratched the back of his head and did as I asked. This time he gently opened the door and shut it. Satisfied, I hummed before going back to looking at my spell book. I really needed to buy a new one just to fix how ugly it all looked. I wanted to slap the little girl who thought this system was going to work. Groaning, I stood up and decided to take my work to the cellar.
“What are you looking for?” Taehyung asked, face glowing when he realized where I was going.
The wolf enjoyed taking trips with me and looking over my shoulder. I knew he hardly understood anything since most of it was written in Latin, but I knew it meant a lot to him. His curiosity never seemed to lessen or change. Jimin had not asked to come but I had a feeling it was his way of not being “rude.” I wished he would.
“I need to find a spell for a friend,” I answered. “I have one, but I wrote it when I was twelve and did not care if I could read it again. Such a childish thing to do.”
Taehyung laughed and was by my side without another second passing. Both of the wolves enjoyed hearing about my childhood. Tae had said it made me more human, but Jimin always told him that everyone knew I was. I wondered about their own childhood days. Jimin had been brave and reserved when we first met, just as he is now, but there was a sweetness there that was no longer present. This innocence that he could never get back. I knew that he could say the same about me. Seeing him again after all of those years had been a shock to my system. It was almost like our time in the forest had been completely erased from his memory. I was happy to see the gentleness within him again.
“May I join you?”
Pausing, I looked up at the alpha. Taehyung had already gone down the stairs and I could hear him shuffling through things. Jimin smiled at me, and I nodded. I was still riding high after the other night. We had not talked about it, but I knew something had changed since then. Jimin was more willing to be near me, his eyes ever so slightly softer, and his voice was like clouds. It felt like the wall of ice he had around himself had melted and I was able to feel his warmth once more. Jimin followed behind me closely.
After lighting the sconces on the walls, I found Taehyung curled in a corner of the room with a book in his hand. It was probably another one of Aldara’s monster books. She had seen so much in her long life. Before she took her place as the Bridd, Aldara had been a monster slayer. The first person in the world to defeat a Quietus, and was so good at it, she chased them out of Bangtan. All the ones that remain are in the northern part of Moland and tend to stay out of the forest. The book Taehyung held were the short stories Aldara had written about her adventures. She was far cooler than me at that age.
“It’s bigger than I thought,” Jimin whispered.
“It grows whenever we need a new bookcase,” I replied.
Jimin did not ask for clarification. He did not ask as many questions as Taehyung did, which I also chalked up to the etiquette training he received when he became an alpha. Taehyung had barely started those before being exiled. I thought about Namjoon and my letter and sighed. I still had not heard back from him. Jimin said my name, breaking me out of my thoughts.
“Who was the first Bridd?”
Shaking my head, I smiled. “Her name was Rosette.”
“How did this family thing even start?” Taehyung wondered out loud.
Taking a breath, I sat down at my small desk and gestured for the two men to sit. I recalled the first time I had heard this story. Back then, Aldara was less rigid and tense. Her hands were so much bigger than mine, and I remember her cooing at the dimples where my knuckles should be. I had been entranced by the blonde woman she had spoken so highly of.
“Rosette was from the Foxglove Village. This was many years ago when the town was home to all the shifters in Lustra. She was the daughter of a merchant and grew up surrounded by people who adored her. Life in Bangtan was hard but calm. That’s when the tales of the Quietus started to spread down south.”
Quietus were air elementals that had been the first settlers of Lustra along with the dragons. Aldara had called them “lost souls” who were scorned after the Sarkans attacked their land over a thousand years ago. The attack on Bangtan was a result of the people who lived here not coming to their aid when the humans came to take their cities, but they ended up getting it back soon after.
“After the Century War with Etelin, however, their people had been reduced to living in the swamps once the elves had allowed the Sarkans to inhabit what was once elemental territories. The few that came into the forest were stragglers hell bent on avenging their people or those who were so starved they had slowly lost their minds.”
Jimin’s face told me he knew of them. Taehyung was still lost in the fairytale. I sighed before continuing.
“These creatures were unheard of to the shifters; their people had only come to Lustra after their island had been destroyed by a natural disaster. Their treaties were still so new, so fresh, and their numbers so depleted, they had never gotten word of the siege. Rosette said that the first time her people heard of it was when their village was up in flames.
“They were convinced that the Reikans had something to do with the attack, and even if they were not directly involved, they were complacent. The Quietus queen, Nerezza, lost her youngest child during the Sarkan invasion. It was her grief of losing her child that drove her vengeful attack. Of course, they were wrong. The Reikans were skittish and afraid of fighting.”
“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?” Taehyung interrupted. “Shifters are strong.”
“Yes,” I agreed. “Your ancestors were strong people who lived through losing their homeland and were able to find a home here. However,” I pursed my lips. “Your kind are from Korika and were born fighters, but the people from Reika were very different from those your people remember. Whoever landed on your land integrated into your cultures. The others were left to build this land in their image.
“Those that lived here were no match for the Quietus. Even their warriors lacked the stomach for a true fight. It was said that no one but one made it out alive. Of course, that was not true. Many escaped but only one became significant.”
“Rosette,” Jimin muttered.
“Yes, Rosette,” I nodded. “She was a beautiful girl. Her long, blonde hair and bright green eyes made her stand out in a crowd. She was a bird shifter who was in love with a fox in town. She was only 16 when the attack on the village began. She, her sister, and a lucky few were able to escape.
“Rosette was the oldest and was familiar with military strategies from her time with the fox boy. She told them all to split up and find their way to safety. Rose found herself in this very clearing when she called out to the sky to help her. She asked the Gods for help. Suddenly, she was surrounded by warmth despite the blizzard going on around her. She knew it was them, she never knew how she did, but it was a feeling, and the wind around her asked what she wanted.
“Rosette asked for her sister’s life to be spared and in exchange she would do whatever the Goddess wanted. They accepted this offer. In exchange for her sister, Rosette and her bloodline would be tasked with being a guardian of the forest. That was the day we lost our freedom.
“She woke up the following morning in this cottage, her leg chained just as mine is now, and magic she had never had before. After being alone for over 100 years, she was sent Jordana. We never know when we’ll be sent our pupil but when it happens, we have 16 years left. It’s our duty to train them, raise them, and prepare them before our ascension to the spirit world.”
“Why can’t you shift as you please then?” Taehyung asked. Jimin smacked his arm, but I waved him off.
No harm in asking.
“Our transformations are directly tied with the moon and sun. The Gods love to see us dancing, whirling, and twirling through the sky. We’re lucky we were able to keep that part of ourselves in the deal. Magic and shifting is simply unheard of outside of these woods.”
“Is it the same for genuine werewolves?” Taehyung asked. “The sun and moon thing?”
I laughed, “No, silly. Werewolves are cursed to be compelled by the full moon. They’re practically animals after their first transformation. No one comes back from that, and they usually die within the first three months. Nothing like what you and I are.”
Taehyung seemed placated by this. He often called himself a werewolf much to Jimin’s chagrin. I could understand why the older alpha would be offended. They were born what they are, and their bloodline is strong. A werewolf has to be made and their species is dying out in the Ozryn Mountains from starvation. The last werewolf outbreak was decades ago and was swiftly dealt with by the dwarves in Idris.
After the story was over, Taehyung went back to reading Aldara’s book and I got to look around for that stupid potion again. I had yet to hear back from Enver and assumed he was busy. He was awful at writing back.
Jimin walked around the cellar and traced all of the books. It was astounding just how many were in here. Aldara alone had written over forty grimoires in her lifetime, and she was known to only figure out defensive magic spells. Rosette had 120, Jordana had 205, and Griselda had the record for the most with 223. I could not imagine having so many ideas. I have only finished three so far and was working on my fourth. I came up with more spells in my youth than I did now. I had a lot more fun with my magic then, too. Feeling bad about myself, I decided to take a break.
“Your aunt was so cool,” Taehyung said.
“Yeah, she was the coolest,” I grinned, my voice growing quiet at the word “was.”
It was getting late. The three of us had spent the day in the cellar. Jimin quietly skimmed through the books and was happy when I pointed him towards the diaries on the small shelf in the back. Taehyung had enough stories to last him a few more years. I flipped through Pippa’s spell books and made small talk with Taehyung. He always had something to say, and it was nice to have someone fill the silence around here.
Taehyung had gone up to take a nap over an hour ago leaving Jimin and I alone in the cellar. He was hunched over a book, eyebrows knitted in concentration, and tongue sticking out ever so slightly. I was sure he knew I kept stealing looks but chose not to comment on my ogling. It was rare to see him so closely and relaxed. Shiloh had let me know she was visiting Morla to give updates on Wendy. Mumbling under my breath, I watched as the pen and ink I had brought down earlier wrote in my spell book. I caved and let them do the work for me.
While reading over the other grimoires and books within the cellar, I had made myself a few notes of things I could experiment with. It was not as fun as Pippa’s nor as straightforward as Griselda’s, but I was happy to have thought of anything in the first place. Most of my experimenting went to the wolf pack and it was nice to have fun for myself. Aldara would be happy to see my creative muscles flexing again.
“Bridd?” Jimin called, voice soft and smooth.
I hummed and looked over. His hair looked dark gray in the candlelight and I eyed the messy flyaways floating around him. I wished I could brush them down. Jimin regarded me with the same stoic face I had come to love. I knew it was only a small facade put in place for the sake of his people. They needed a strong, dominant leader around them and no one else wanted to fill that role. I saw the ghost of a smile graze his lips and relaxed further into my chair. Those were only reserved for a chosen few.
“Why don’t you have anything here?” He asked.
“Everything that I own is upstairs,” I replied. “It would be far too much effort to come here anytime I needed to write or look over my work.”
He chuckled, “So, you do have a diary?”
Blushing, I nodded. “All of us do. It’s the best way to keep records for our successors.”
I would not allow him to read mine. It had far too many thoughts that I never wanted to reenter my mind. There was a particular time where I wrote daily and thus created five separate books detailing my misery. I would be mortified if Jimin or anyone for that matter got their hands on those. They held my deepest fears, darkest desires, and above all- what happened to me. I was always the most open in my writing and never felt the need to keep anything hidden. No one had ever noticed them on display or bothered to care much for them at all.
“Yours must be very interesting.”
I shook my head, “Not really. Mostly the angsty ramblings of a teenager. Nothing more.”
I sounded convincing enough. I heard Jimin shuffling around but refused to look his way. Deciding that I was done for the night, I began closing and stacking the grimoires I had taken out. I will sort through them later. Glancing at the walls, I could not tell what time it was but knew it had to be close to sunset. I needed to get to my room soon.
Going to turn, strong arms found themselves resting on either side of my waist. Shocked, I turned my head to find Jimin standing directly behind me. He chest pressed against my shoulder as I turned to face him. He had never been so close to me before.
I could count the small, individual freckles that dotted along his nose. His eyelashes were longer than I thought they were and flared out accentuating his eye shape. Everything about him was overwhelming and his scent hit me like a freight train. Hands gripping onto my desk, I struggled to speak.
“Jimin?” I managed to get out.
“Can I tell you something?” He whispered, getting closer.
Our chests touched and his hands moved behind my back. I felt his arms wrapping around me, but his hands stayed on the table. Nervously breaking our eye contact, I glanced behind me to see his hands sitting one on top of the other. I was shaking and had a hard time breathing. Jimin called my name, and I snapped back to his gaze.
“Can I?” His eyes were as black as coal.
A deep shiver went up my spine. Unable to form a coherent thought, I nodded. I swallowed thickly and reminded myself to breathe. Jimin smiled at me.
“I enjoy your company.”
Again, I could only manage a nod, my heart racing and mouth dry. Jimin’s face drew closer to mine. I took a sharp breath and held his eyes. I was searching for the meaning of this but found I could not read him anymore. This was a different man from the person that had been reading moments ago.
“I like being close to you. Is that alright?”
“Yes,” I replied breathlessly.
“Do you want me to stop?” He whispered, his breath brushing my lips.
I knew I should have pushed him away and told him that this could never work. Our lives were too different. It was far too complicated. He had a mate out there waiting for him. He would forget about me soon enough. Even knowing all of that, I shook my head.
“No.”
It was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. Jimin’s lips were soft and warm and lit my body on fire. The kiss was searing, and I felt the flames so deeply they licked at my bones. Hot shots of electricity licked my spine, and I grabbed a hold of his chest without another thought. Jimin’s arms encased me. Everything that I feared, wondered, and regretted did not matter anymore. None of it matters. He was here and he was mine.
Pulling away, I opened my eyes and saw him already gazing down at me. His eyes were so soft, gentle, and kind. Everything about him made me feel safe. He bent down and nuzzled his nose into my hairline.
“Thank you,” He whispered.
Dazed, I only nodded before seeking his lips out again. Jimin cupped my face and drew me impossibly closer. Any tenderness was gone the moment my tongue accidentally grazed his bottom lips. With a small growl, Jimin licked his way into my mouth and roughly grabbed a hold of my hips. Using his leg, he gently pried my legs apart and lifted me onto the desk. My hands had a vice grip on his shirt.
Suddenly, I felt a cold shiver run through my body and yanked away. Jimin took a few steps back. I could see that he understood what was happening. After choking out a “go,” I stood up from the desk and screamed. Jimin was out of the cellar before the first feather broke through my scarred skin.
Translations:
Swîgian âstillian. - Be quiet.
Hwæt−hwugu ðrîstian êow? - How dare you?
Sê ðafian êower m¯ægð teohhian êower weorðfulnes? - Who do you people think you are?
Yfel am sorig. - I am so sorry.
Thither is êower hygd? - Where is your mind?
Belāda mē - Sorry.
Quare? - Why?
Putasne me stultum esse? - Do you think I'm stupid?
Sol a me auferre conaris! - You are trying to take Sol from me!
Quid irrumabo facimus? - What the fuck do we do?
Nescio. - I don’t know.
Recedite ab ea! - Get away from her!
Licuitne futura est? - Is she going to be alright?
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Creep (Sanji Version)
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Summary: One night, the crew decided to visit a local bar to drink and party. But beside music, booze and food, y/n meets a creepy dude with too much confident. Luckily, Sanji is there to safe the night.
Pronouns: he/him
cw: creepy dude, unwanted flirt,
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It was the first night on a new Island and the crew decided to go to a bar, meet new people, party and let off some steam.
Sanji's eyes immediately scanned the bar. He noticed a few people sitting and laughing, but he didn't see anyone who caught his attention. Yes, there were some cute girls, but they either seem to be there with another man or a group of friends. Nothing he wanted to join - for now at least.
As the night went on, the alcohol started flowing, more and more people joint, people started dancing and singing. The Straw Hat Crew knew how to party, and the Town bar was their Stage for tonight.
Luffy, Chopper and Usopp were dancing on a table in the center of the bar, while Franky and Brook on the other hand had taken it upon them to fill the air with music. Zoro arm wrestled a few men who thought they were strong enough to defeat him, while Nami took the money off them for trying and took care of the betting pot.
Sanji sat at a table with Robin, talking, flirting and drinking. His gaze wandered over the bar, making sure no one bothers his beloved Nami or the boys starting some big nonsense ot troubles.
At first, he thought y/n was in a normal conversation with one of the townspeople, and he didn’t bat an eye. Only when he looked over the second time did he notice how different y/n seemed. It was just the way y/n carried himself -- intense, Stoic, and unapproachable, the look on y/n's face he felt like something wasn’t right.
It was clear, that he was getting hit on by someone, and Sanji could tell that this wasn't making y/n feel good at all. When their eyes met, Sanji asked with a guest if he was alright. The way y/n expression looked even more anguished was enough for Sanji to step in. He didn't need any more convincing. He stood up and walked over to y/n to take care of his problem.
Sanji approached them, putting a hand on y/n shoulder. “Hey y/n, why don’t you come over.”
“Can't you see you're interrupting us, Blondie. Go get lost.”
The person didn’t seem to take the hint, still trying to pursue y/n, ignoring the glare Sanji gave him. Sanji’s eyes simmering in anger.
“I think it is time for you to get lost” the tone ins Sanji’s voice was a clear warning and y/n was worried that he was the reason a fight would break out and bring everyone trouble. They just came in, and y/n didn’t know how long the Log Pose would take to get them to the next Island.
“Sanji, let’s go outside. I would love to have a cigarette..”
With a confused look on his face, Sanji nodded and followed y/n outside.
y/n hated it when Sanji smoked, so it was clearly a lie, but who would he be, to out his friend's white lie in front of a creep.
The second the door closed behind them, y/n was visibly relieved.
“Are you okay?” Even tho Sanji tried to hide it, y/n heard how worried the cook was.
“I am now, thanks..” y/n smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Do you want to go back to the Sunny? I had enough party, so we can go back, and I make us a tea and sandwiches.” He tried to make y/n feel comfortable to leave the party without feeling guilty or anything. But y/n shook his had no.
“It is okay, give me two more minutes, and I am back ready for a party.”
Sanji made sure that y/n was okay. The cold air and Sanji’s words calmed y/n nerves down. The Blond talked about the night sky, how he is sure that Luffy will have eaten everything the bar had at the end of the night. Small things that made y/n think about all the good things the night had to offer, and not a creepy dude.
The rest of the crew waited for them, and even tho nobody said anything about what happened. In their own way, they made sure y/n was okay, after Sanji had led him back inside and to the Straw hat's table. Zoro gave y/n a beer, Luffy offered him some of his food, and Usopp told him a story y/n didn’t hear before and was most likely a lie. Sanji sat beside y/n looking after him, making sure he wouldn’t feel this unease again.
As they were back on the Sunny and everyone went to bed, y/n hold Sanji back.
“I wanted to thank you, Sanji”
“Don’t worry about it. If someone ever creeps you out again, I kick them down in no time.” The blonde smiled bright, patting y/n on the shoulder before going into the kitchen, to make some tea.
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Autumn witchery
Hello everyone! I am very excited about fall this year since last year my nervous system was too upset and anxious all the time to let me enjoy the season! This year I’m planning on having more fun and want to share some fun things to do with everyone! Here are some things you can do to get into the fall spirt!
Collect fallen leaves and write down things you want to release. Fall is essentially the preparation before a metaphorical death, where we shed our woes and life begins to slow down. When we write things on fallen leaves and let them go, we’re essentially expelling what might be holding us back. So! Start by gathering the leaves you want! You might find you’re attracted to a certain kind or multiple kinds! Any crunchy, fallen leaf will do. Then, write a couple of things you want to expel from your life onto the leaves. Each item should be one word per leaf. For example, if I wanted to expel self doubt, I would write ‘doubt’ on the leaf. As you’re writing, think of your intention and pour your release into it. Afterwards, exhale a few minutes of thought/meditation and then release those bad boys! Now, there’s many ways to ‘release’ the leaves, and not one way is the right way, so do whatever you please. You can crumble them up and toss them. You can burn them. You can toss them with the leaves you’re raking. My only advice for releasing back into the world however, is to try and use non-toxic writing utensils when writing on the leaves. If you don’t even want to write, you can put thought into each leaf and release them that way! It’s all up to you!
Gratitude journaling on new and full moons. This is something I need to do myself. We often get so busy with our day to day lives we forget to be grateful for what we have. If you celebrate Samhain, you’ll know the the wheel of the year closes in the middle of fall! It’s a great time to take advantage of the new and full moons and think about what you’re grateful for and log it. Gratitude can be anything, ranging from memories, people and pets, to the items you have, to ideas you have, to yourself, to the universe, etc. List what you’re grateful for and stew on it. Inhale it in and relish in the feelings you get. If you’re like me and really creative, maybe even take a page, decorate it, list things you’re grateful for and hang it up for the season!
Update your altar. I am personally a very avid believe of altars being a good source of our empowerment and energy. The healthier the altar, the healthier the witch. Take this time to dust your altar, cleanse your altar, connect with it and then decorate for the season! It’s the time to get fall colors, to set out stones that attach to fall, to display your favorite fall things and just get in touch with the season. Meditating with your altar can sometimes be very liberating and nice too, so if you’re big on that, go for it.
Use a simmer pot. Simmer pots are used by witches and non-witches all throughout the year! My personal favorite time to use them is during the fall, however, when they have a crispness to them that the warmer seasons don’t offer as neatly. It’s really easy to make a simmer pot and you can put practically anything in it, but most people put fruits and herbs! For fall, apple skins, cinnamon and honey can make the home smell really wonderful and help to bring out opportunity! Put your intention into your ingredients and make it count!
Visit a cemetery. I honestly see this concept a lot in the fall season and I wanted to bring it up because I was taught there are strict rules when it comes to visiting a cemetery that not many young witches know. When you go out to visit a cemetery, it is wise to always be respectful and be aware of the cemetery’s guardian. Each cemetery has one, no matter how young or old the property and they are always watching you. Some are relaxed and don’t mind trespassers/visitors, but some do not appreciate the living coming in without offerings or at all. A good couple of things to bring with you to a cemetery are:
- A couple of coins
- A shot of alcohol (if able, take the glass/bottle with you when you’re done or find the nearest trashcan.)
- Fresh fruit
- Fresh bread
Do NOT bring: Litter, anything packaged that can become litter, anything illegal or anything that can disrupt the cemetery. Be respectful when you visit!
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Fated to Fall ~ Sindri x Reader [PT7]
TW: Cannon typical violence
A/n: I think I'm gonna start a tag list for this book because chapters are so inconsistent (sorry about that). So if you want to be tagged for this story just let me know! [Or you can bookmark it on Ao3 here]
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"Sindri!" Atreus yelled in greeting, his smile wide on his face. You were too distracted to turn to the boy as you watched Kratos' eyes try to melt you where you stand.
"I'd return your surprise but I did know you'd be here!" Sindri returned the greeting with a tone more cheerful than a few moments ago. And, once the two had gotten closer, he continued.
"I've got something for you!" Those words seemed to peak Kratos' interest. At least enough for him to slowly turn his eyes away from you and to the dwarf.
"What is it dwarf?" He asked, his voice monotone in a way that you knew meant he was irritated. Looking back towards Sindri you see his hands fidgeting and nervous in his movements, especially as he began to walk away from the table and what you knew he was gifting them with.
"You know I'm glad I came back here at least once before Ragnarok" he spoke, turned away from all of you as he did. As if talking to no one.
"Oh, if these cobblestones could talk" he reminisced as he looked around longingly. It was clear he really did miss this place.
"Then they'd have mouths...filthy disgusting mouths" he glances turned much more stiff, almost like he was imagining what it would be like and being quietly horrified with the thought. Then suddenly he turned back over, pointing towards Atreus.
"Do you mind if I fiddle with your bow?" He asked and without hesitation the boy handed it over.
It was then that Kratos turned to you before motioning you away. You knew better than to fight the simple request, as bad as you wished not to speak with him, so you followed him.
"You should not be here" he started the conversation off on the worst note possible, though you knew him as a man of very little subtly.
"Given the way the entire city cowers away it seems neither should the two of you" you answered with the same energy as him. With a sudden movement he was looming over you again, this time his anger not so hidden as it was before.
"This childishness needs to end. This is reckless" he spoke in a poor attempt at a whisper through gritted teeth. You felt every inch of your body boil at him having put himself so close to you, his figure mere inches away. So much so that your glare turned snarl like with the sudden wave of rage that overtook you. You were sure, had you not gotten your cloak, that your eyes would be gleaming at him.
"I am aware you think so little of me that you believe I'm so unable to control myself. So I have taken precautions" you display the metal rings that you had placed in your satchel and gesture down at the white bear skin you had placed on your body lined in a magic hidden from plain view.
"I will have you know, though, that even without these my leave would have been anything but reckless, given that you left me behind with no clue as to what was happening. So my apologies for being so childish as to want to know the reason I was nearly killed the other night and why we must so suddenly search for a dead god" you spoke through your own set of gritted teeth and anger. You two remained standing for a long paused moment in utter silence as you stared at one another, as if waiting to see who folded first.
"Hrm..." he finally answered. Despite your growing anger his seemed to simmer and, thankfully, he took a step back from you.
"Uh, if I may cut in here a moment-" Mimir tried to interject.
"No" the both of you answered in unison. After that it seemed Kratos had finished whatever business he had with you as he went to return to Sindri and Atreus. You followed not so far behind.
"Skjálfa!" Atreus released an arrow into a nearby wagon, the medal there compressing the same way the gate did. The boy's smile widened at the sight.
"Cool-"
"Atreus, this way" Kratos called and the boy was about to follow, though not without a curious look at you.
"Are you coming?" He asked to which you gave a nod. To your surprise he looked quite excited.
"Awesome! Come on, I'll catch you up on the way" he waved you forward. You went to follow, though upon looking where the two intended on going you grew a little weary.
"It's a bit dark in there" you commented mostly to yourself. Right before you could take another step you heard Sindri speak up again.
"Oh! That reminds me! Hold on just a moment" Sindri stopped the two of you as he went digging around in his bag. He pulled out a few random things before he seemed to find what he was looking for.
"Since you all are currently lacking a light source, sorry, I went ahead and made these for you! I only made two, though. I didn't expect that you would need one. But I'll get right to it! It'll be done by the time you all make it back" he outstretched the glowing lights which you and Atreus gratefully took from him.
"I'll make due until then. Thank you" Sindri nodded and turned back to do whatever else he had come here to do.
"Atreus!" Kratos called again. You and the boy glanced at one another before quickly catching up.
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Once the three were gone Sindri went about cleaning up shop, knowing that they most likely wouldn't return here for a long while. Frankly he didn't want to stay long either, not after what Odin had done to the place he once called home.
It only took a moment later he was off again, back through the Yggdrasil and to the home he now knew. However, whatever comfort he had been looking for evaporated the moment he opened the doors. He was hit with disgust, his eyes catching each tiny stain and out of place chair. He wrinkled his nose at the sight before quickly setting off to tidy the place up.
He zoned out while he was cleaning, for the most part. His mind was mostly on what his new project might be and how he would be able to keep up with the mess all the others seemed so keen on making. And soon enough the inside looked spotless and he was off to clean up the mess outside. That being the branch peices that had been shattered all over the ground earlier. So he swept and swept and swept. As he did, his mind wandered from projects and future messes and instead became caught on the stranger he had only recently met. He had to admit it stung a little, not knowing this person who seemed so caught in the lives of those he cared for. He knew it probably shouldn't, yet it did all the same.
He hardly had time to ruminate on the topic when he heard a set of feet he knew all too well, a glance behind showing his brother arriving back home.
"Brok!" He called, the blue dwarf turning his head almost immediately at the sound.
"The fuck you want!" He called back. Sindri took his opportunity to swipe away the last of the splintered branches before quickly making his way to his brothers side.
"I thought you should know the bow string worked! It was actually more effective than I had originally anticipated!" Sindri began his boasting, the project something he had largely worked on by himself. He got an eye roll in response.
"Well whoopty fuckin' do. Least I know yer done blowin' up all my shit" Sindri immediately regretted having said anything.
"It was one time! At least I don't nearly burn the house down every time I make something to eat!" He rebutted but Brok seemed hardly effected.
"If ya don't like my methods then you can cook yer own damn food!" Brok took a turn into the workshop to which Sindri didn't follow. Instead he stood annoyed on the other side of the workbench. Something Brok didn't seem to notice or care about either as he went to work on whatever he had planned.
For a while longer there was silence between the two. That was until Sindri found himself thinking about the stranger again. He found that his curiosity only grew the more he allowed himself to think about it.
"How long have you known them?" Sindri asked out of the blue. Brok's face twisted a moment, his eyes glancing towards his brother before back down to his work.
"Who're ya talkin' about?" he asked, striking his hammer once more.
"Y/n- you know who I'm talking about! You two seemed close" he asked again, this time Brok considered his words.
"What's got ya so curious?" Sindri took a moment to ponder exactly that. Surely it was just because of your shared company. But perhaps too it could be his intrigue in your work and his astonishment at your lack of care for it. Or even just the simple fact that he was curious for curiosity's sake.
Maybe it was that you just seemed so strangely familiar. Like the itch of a memory he couldn't quite grab hold of. A stranger he's somehow met before.
"Nothing in particular. I just find it strange that I didn't know about them until now" Sindri settles on the obvious answer but his tone was sharper than he had meant it. He wasn't sure if Brok noticed.
"I's told ya about 'em before. Just not in no detail" Brok explained which only brought more questions to Sindri.
"Why not?" Was the one he decided it best to ask first.
"'Cause it weren't nothin' your nose needed stickin' in" he answered flatly.
"Well it seems to be plenty of my business now" Sindri countered and Brok huffed.
"Ain't nothin' important to tell you" Sindri was growing unsatisfied with his answers.
"But why not just tell me anyway?" Brok was growing visibly frustrated.
"S'this some sorta interrogation?" He was openly indignant by this point but Sindri most definitely wasn't backing down. So, before Sindri could try to push him again and further delay his work, he answered.
"I mets 'em when they's was half dead fightin' off some Draugr at the start'a Fimbulwinter. Didn't know they's was involved with the other two until a whiles after. Now if yer done sniffin' my ass like a dung beetle on date night, I would like to get back to work!" Brok's frustration became more visible the more he spoke until he was eventually fully turned to Sindri, his annoyance more than obvious.
"Well if you would have just answered my questions I wouldn't have to ask so many!" Sindri defended against the clear wishes of his brother, causing him to turn back to his work in a huff.
"If ya don't get yerself somethin' better ta do I swear ta whatever god'll listen that I'll jump over this table and lick ya-"
"Leaving!" Sindri didn't hesitate to immediately vacate the area, knowing damn well that Brok's threat was anything but empty. Yet now he felt his curiosity nearly burn him, Brok's words having only left him with more to question. But he tried to brush it off as best he could.
He had work to do after all.
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The journey was longer than you had originally thought, but finally, after having met Durlin and walking yourselves through precarious machines, old maze like mine shafts and fighting frankly less creatures than you would have thought while looking for a maybe not so dead god, the four of you had made it to a final set of large wooden doors. Well, technically not so much the final door as it was the last one you all would be looking through, considering you could all spend weeks in here if you really wanted to search the place.
It looked pretty sealed, more than any other the four of you had gone through anyway. But it wasn't anything difficult for you all to figure out. A few shots from Atreus' new bow string took out the metal on the sides well enough and a good pull from Kratos' blades should-
"Hvat er at gerast!?" A voice yelled behind, your head immediately whipping to the sound and in so meeting the eyes of strangers. And oh boy, they didn't seem to friendly.
"We've got company!" You yelled, making sure the other two managed to pull themselves away from the task at hand. Thankfully, whether due to your words or the strangers yelling, they did.
Your movements were natural, planned. Kratos was quick to take his pick of the group and Atreus happily went to help, given that the two always did work so much better together. So you were left with the other. You didn't feel any need to complain though. As far as you were concerned you got the easy work. They had to deal with the bigger guy and you were pretty sure there were others heading their way.
"Alright, let's get this over with" you taunted your enemy, though you were pretty sure they couldn't understand you. Either way they didn't hesitate to charge.
The battle was as controlled as chaos got, as battles like this usually were. Every blow could have left you mauled, but such was the life you all lived. And, if you were being honest, they weren't really much of a challenge. A minor inconvenience at most.
Bodies dropped and it seemed that you all would get through this quickly. It lessened your hope that there was anything in the locked room if these were the people guarding it. Either way their numbers dwindled and soon only two remained. Given that you currently had your axe handle thoroughly wrapped around the throat of one of them, that would soon be only one.
You had thought to go through the effort of breaking his neck before a quick glance showed Atreus in front of you, his arrow waiting for a mark.
"Atreus! Over here!" You called. A second later the stranger fell limp, an arrow embedded in his skull.
"Behind you!" Atreus yelled as you dropped the body in your arms. You dodged at the last moment, the strangers weapon hitting nothing but dirt and rock. He hardly had a chance to look up before Kratos' axe met the back of his head. And so he dropped limp atop the other, the bodies piling up.
Then, finally, it seemed that it was over.
"Clearly they don't want us in there. This has to be it" Atreus proclaimed with all the confidence and hope that you couldn't have imagined clinging to by his age.
"Back to it then" Mimir encouraged, though you couldn't help but feel a little bad for the soon to be dashed hopes of the boy.
"I don't know. I feel like if Odin was going to hide away a war god, it would be with far more than a few Einherjar..." you tried to caution them. This all felt far too easy.
"Agreed" Kratos spoke, but his blades dug into the wood anyway and soon he was pulling the door from its hinges.
You had to give credit where was was due, if there was one thing Kratos did well, it was tear things apart. So it wasn't a surprise when he did so easily. The door collapsed in a way similar to a tree; its movement slow at first before quickly colliding with the ground.
Dust covered your vision, your hands trying to swipe the cloud away and coughing as it still made it to your lungs. But soon it settled, bits of light traveling through the remnants of it searching for a source other than the thin clouds to reflect off of. Your eyes squinted through the strange haze when finally you saw someone. Before a moment more could pass as the three of you approached, you heard Atreus call out.
"Tyr!" The name sent your stomach to your throat as you realized that you did in fact now stand at the feet of a once dead god. You couldn't find words. You hardly believed what you were seeing. By every sane metric it shouldn't be, yet here you stood, steps away from who you had long known as legend told in stories of great acts of kindness and mercy. A betrayer of Aesir, a god of war who fought for his mission towards peace.
"What trickery is this, Odin? What game do you play with me now?" His head hardly moved and didn't dare raise to meet the eyes of any of you. He only sat, unmoving, uncaring.
"We're not with Odin. We're the good guys!" Atreus, ever the optimist, tried to convince Tyr that this wasn't some sort of trick. An attempt you knew was in vain just from a glance at the fallen god. It was then you noticed he was far from what he once was. A broken man with the fading visage of a legend among many.
You placed a hand on Atreus' shoulder to hold him back. The boy glanced up at you as you shook your head slightly, warning him to keep his distance.
Kratos wasted no time in getting behind Tyr and grabbing the rope that clung to his neck. With a pull the rope grew taught and a swift swing his blades cut threw it easily.
Far too easily.
"This...Is the god of war?" Kratos asked the question, though by his tone you knew he was far from impressed. You gave him a sharp look. That was surely no way to address someone who had spent hundreds of years hidden away at the mercy of God's as cruel as the Aesir.
"Those blades..." Tyr spoke, his eyes transfixed on the red glow that had cut him free. But then the eyes fell again, acceptance covering him.
"I know you..." his tone was full of subtle disdain.
"God-killer" his disdain no longer subtle. His eyes finally met Kratos
"Have you come for me now?" He asks, his resentment clear. His words weren't empty; he knew of the ghost.
"Only to free you-" your father tried reaching a hand.
"Stay away!" Tyr quickly coward from him as he moved himself away, his tone a beg for mercy in its own. Atreus tried to step in but your hand held him back once more. His look to you was full of confusion that you cooled with a patient stare.
"Brother, let me try" Mimir spoke up and Kratos didn't hesitate to give the man a chance.
"Tyr- Tyr! Look...You know me, don't you?" Mimir's voice was jovial, friendly even. Like he was meeting with an old pal under far less dire circumstances.
"You...You killed Mimir!" Well that certainly wasn't the reaction you had hoped for.
"No, no! No, no no no!" Mimir frantically tried to convince.
"Yeah we- we brought him right back!" Atreus, in his own set of frantics now, tried to calm the situation in the worst way possible. You pulled the boy away from Tyr as you saw things quickly going south.
"You...stay away from me, you monsters!" Tyr cried out, whatever previous confidence he held staring down the god-killer now utterly evaporated as he stumbles his way to his feet, bumping the door frame on his way out.
"Stop!" Atreus pulled from your grip and began to run after him, taking only a glance back to the three of you as he went to catch up.
"We need him!" He justified before booking it after him.
"Wait!" Kratos called as he took a spot beside you. The both of you barely set to a run before more of the Einherjar came down from above and out of crevices. You hardly had the time to see one attempt a push and pull match with Kratos when you have two on you. You struggle against them a moment, shifting your weight around until one falls to your heel, a quick stomp knocking them out before you were able to throw the other to the ground beside them, your axe splitting their skull just in time for you to look up and see Kratos shoved through some unstable wood and out of sight completely. And worse yet, he left three more up here for you to deal with.
Great. Looks like you've got to figure this out on your own.
#gow#god of war#gow ragnarok#gowr#gow sindri#god of war sindri#god of war x reader#gow x reader#gow sindri x reader#fated to fall#gow kratos & reader#gow atreus#gow kratos#gow atreus & reader#gow ragnarok sindri#gow ragnarok x reader#gow ragnorak#gow reader insert#gender neutral reader
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— A FITTING PRISON. yan! shikanoin heizou x gn! reader
stupid people like you shouldn’t be trying to think for themselves. more so if you’re only looking to destroy yourself.
just a short read after i finished his hangout. he’s so funny lmao with itto. funky lil dude,, but also... hot
( self-destructive tendencies on reader’s part, hinted dépression )
“poor thing. i told you, didn’t i? my detective’s intuition is always correct. they were trying to prey on you.”
you want to muster up the most hateful glare you could manage to smug-sounding boy, but you find yourself too tired to even try. the toll of today’s events have taken a drain on you. you slump down defeatedly on the waiting table in the police station and close your eyes. heizou continues to yammer on in the background.
always likes to hears himself talk, does he?
someone settles down a tea cup in front of you, the aromatic smell bringing you out from your tired stupor. uesugi smiles down at you with pity. “heizou-senpai’s talking a lot more than usual, huh? he’s always liked showing off... but i guess it has always been more severe when you’re around.”
“ue-su-gi~?” heizou impatiently taps his foot with arms crossed. subtly gesturing to the door, he gives him a pointed look. “out, if you may? i am trying to talk to my beloved assistant here?”
you roll your eyes and huff, looking the other way as you sip at the chipped cup. uesugi awkwardly chuckles and leaves. “i don’t need another hundred told-you-sos from you,” you grumble. “’you’re too gullible,’ ‘you’re too naive,’ ‘you’re too helpless,’ i’ve heard them all before, okay?! just... ugh. leave me be.”
but heizou, the oh-so-great detective never leaves people alone, does he? not until he’s finally provoked out of them the results that he wants. you feel him step closer to you, stopping at your back as his gaze peers down at you. “and i’ll tell you another hundred if i need to. this silly business venture of yours has stop, [last name]. you merely don’t have the talent for it and the cleverness to see through someone else’s schemes.”
“and what?!” you abruptly stand up, spilling the hot tea over and glaring at heizou through tears. “i’ll stay here by your side as your sidepiece?! here to make you look smart because i’m stupid and i don’t understand anything you people say?!” your voice breaks as thoughts of your own incompetency at everything flashes through your mind and stabs you harder than you liked. “you and i know i’m useless as your assistant! i faint at the sight of blood, i ruin every legal document i touch, and everyone’s complaining that i’m wasting too many resources!”
“i’m...” you sniffle, slumping down on your seat as hot tears spill onto your lap. “i’m wasting everyone’s time by existing... you should just let me go and watch me ruin every opportunity i get then die bankrupt and alone in some ditch... there’s no use in letting someone like me stay and ruin everything even further.”
the implications of what you just said lay heavy in the air and although it makes everything more awkward ( heizou’s silent stare while you fiddle your thumbs does not help ), you feel somewhat relieved. the emotions and words had spilled out of you so fast that you barely had the time to rethink what you were about to say and yet having them spoken out loud lets you finally realize what you were wanting for.
and master detective that he is, heizou has figured it out too.
“i hate sinful criminals. i hate it even more when i remind someone again and again of what they should not do and they continue to do it again.”
forcefully, he kicks the chair around and slams his palm into the backrest. your noses touch and irritation boils over you once again. you make a move to push him away, only for your feelings to simmer down and your clammy hands shakily cling to the armrest, finally taking a good look at his face and wonder—
when were his eyes so ... blank?
“and even after that,” he mumbles for only you to hear. drawing his lips to your ear, he harshly bites at the soft flesh of your lobe and hisses, “i abhor it when stupid people like you throw away their own life like it’s nothing.”
he pulls away with a smile you’ve only ever seen directed at criminals. his green eyes devour your shaking figure hungrily and decides that yes, this was better than the reckless fool who willingly threw themselves to the wolves for a chance to be devoured.
“if not the office, then i’ll just relocate you, dearest assistant!” he pats your head and stands up straight. “perhaps to the shrine, where cuz can take care of you? or maybe... my home?”
you stare up at him unbelievingly and he only laughs at the foolish expression.
“ah, yes, perhaps that’s it.” he hums to himself in self-satisfaction. “a perfect prison for a would-be murderer.
“as for the cuffs... well, i’m sure the police station can spare some for us ♪”
#yandere genshin impact#yandere genshin x reader#genshin impact#yandere shikanoin heizou#yandere heizou#yandere x reader#genshin impact x reader#heizou shikanoin x reader#yandere genshin imagines#yandere genshin#yester.writes
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Steve just trying to be romantic and run a bath for when you get home. Opening the door to your home you can smell dinners simmering over the stove. rather than the dinner table being laid hes lit candles all around the living room and placed the sofa cushions around the coffee table so you can eat and finish the rest of whatever series you’re watching.
Steve’s doing all this because he loves you and wants you to feel as much. He also thinks you’ve been really stressed this week and wants to make sure you’re looked after and that’s his job isn’t it? As your boyfriend? Well he makes it his mission to dote on you when you arrive home. Expecting nothing in return just for you. To make you happy.
what Steve doesn’t count on is you being a lustful excuse of a person. All the thought, all the effort he’s put into making your evening perfect just because he can? Just because he wants you to feel cared for? to let you know that stressed or not you deserve to be treated with all the care in world.
it makes you feral.
each new discovery of awfully kind display of boyfriend behaviour sets you on fire. Until finally you’re clawing at him and through his blown pupils and reddening cheeks he’s going to give you everything you want. but he’s half confused and a lot turned on. thinking I’ve got your favourite dessert in the freezer and a I saw a book you might like that was going to give to you later but my baby wants me to rail them into submission so who am I to deny them with a “take what you need baby, I can show you so many more ways that I love you-” separating your legs by kicking his between your ankles and dropping to his knees.
“-from right here.” he looks up at you doe eyed and feigning innocence. but from the quirk of his smile it’s clear he’s planning on reducing you to a quivering wreck if it’s the last thing he does. warm palms searching up the flesh at the back of your thighs.
oh boy. you....are onto something here
the thing is he's got something in the oven and hes laid the table but youre in the kitchen looking so lovely and he knows you and he can just tell that you're keyed up and when you tell him that you just want him and he would always be enough he does a mental calculation and hes got 10 min until he needs to take the food out so he gently pushes you against the counter and drops to his knees and slowly, slowly pulls down your underwear and bunches up your dress and palms your thighs, leans in an inhales and you bury a hand in his hair and then he just drags the flat of his tongue and laughs because youre literally soaked
anyway he makes you come before dinner is done then fucked you seven ways to sunday after dinner <3
#my brain gave up here but i wanted to write the whole thing#inbox steve#steve harrington smut#steve harrington x reader
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Broken Pieces (AKA Mind Control Part 3)
I once again bring you the Mind Control AU (Part 1 and Part 2) with a third (probably not final) edition. This was requested by @thepartyfriendship and an anonymous prompter. This is the first time two people have send me the same prompt. At least that is how I'm interpreting the messages because I thought it was cool. Anyway, here is part 3. I hope I have done it justice.
You can read my previous prompts or send me some new ones.
Nancy watched helplessly as Steve wrapped Robin’s arm. Her own hands were still shaking. It didn’t matter that Robin smiled at her, the guilt was eating at Nancy’s heart.
“Steve? Can you leave us for a moment?” Robin asked.
Steve searched Robin’s face and then nodded hesitantly. “Just shout if you need anything.”
Robin nodded, watching the boys exit the room. Nancy remained curled up within herself, sitting next to her bed.
“Are you alright?” Robin asked the second the door closed.
Nancy laughed and noticed Robin tense up. “Sorry, it’s just a bit ridiculous that you are asking me if I’m alright. You got shot because of me.”
“And I’d do it again. And again. And again. Nancy, I would shoot myself a thousand times over if it helped safe you.’
“Well, maybe I don’t want you to!” Nancy jumped up. “Maybe I don’t want you to sacrifice yourself for me. Maybe I want you to be safe. Even if that means being far away from me.”
“I know you want that. But Nance, this isn’t just about you. I wouldn’t be safe if I was far away from you because I don’t know if I can still breathe without you around. I— Nance, you mean everything to me. I’m not going to leave when you’re in danger.”
“What if I want you to leave?” Nancy felt tears prick in her eyes. She didn’t want Robin to leave. She wanted Robin to come closer. She wanted Robin to hold her.
“Then I’ll leave, after I make sure you’re okay. After I make sure Vecna is gone and dead and buried. After I know you’re safe, I’ll leave. You’ll never have to see me again.”
Robin was cradling her arm. A grimace on her face. “Does it hurt?” Nancy asked carefully. Her voice nothing more than a plea for Robin to look at her.
“Yeah, it does.” Robin looked at the ceiling instead. “You know, I don’t get you. You write in your diary about how much you love me and about how amazing I am, but to my face you’re acting like a bitch.”
“You read that?” In the midst of everything Nancy had forgotten she even kept a diary.
“Yeah, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to invade your privacy or anything. I was just trying to figure out what was wrong with you.”
Nancy nodded. She wasn’t angry with Robin. She doubted she could be.
“Nance, I think it’s pretty obvious how I feel about you.”
“I’m still dating Jonathan,” Nancy responded quickly. It only resulted in Robin taking a step back.
“I know. I’m not trying to come on to you or anything.”
“I know.”
“So, are you alright? Any traces of Vecna left?”
“I don’t know. I feel weird. And it’s like somewhere in the back of my head he’s still simmering, like some kind of parasite. Just feeding off me and waiting to strike again.” Nancy hugged her arms around herself, hoping to find some kind of comfort in her own embrace. She didn’t.
“Is it— Can I hug you? Is that okay?” Robin asked carefully. Treating Nancy like the ticking time bomb she really was.
“Yeah, I’d really like that actually.”
Robin wrapped herself around Nancy, not caring about her injured arm or her hurt feelings. “I’ve got you, Nance. I’ve got you until you tell me to let go.”
Nancy held onto Robin, pulling her ever closer. “Please, never do. Don’t let go.” She barely noticed the sobs wreaking havoc on her body.
“I won’t. I’ll hold on.”
“I really do love you, Robin.” Nancy whispered in Robin’s ear. Hoping Robin hadn’t heard her. Hoping Robin had.
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Steve took Robin home. Or maybe to the hospital. He hadn’t said much. He had just grabbed Robin’s good arm and told them they were leaving. Jonathan had stayed. He had looked at Nancy with sad eyes before sinking into the couch.
“Should we talk?” he asked, voice hoarse.
“Probably.”
“Are we breaking up?”
“Probably.”
Nancy didn’t cry as she pushed herself through the inevitable. Instead, she pictured Robin’s embrace and her kind words. She thought back to the fairytales her mother had read to her when she was a kid. About how true love conquered all. A true loves kiss erased all the curses in the world. And she hoped that the solution was that easy. That all she needed was to kiss Robin and it would clear up her head. That it would erase Vecna and then they could plan on how to shoot the bastard once again.
Jonathan slammed the door as he left and suddenly Nancy was all alone. All alone with traces of evil lurking in the back of her mind. Slowly she dragged herself upstairs. She noticed the gun that still lay on the floor and for the first time noticed the diary that lay folded open next to the bed.
She walked to her nightstand, opened the drawer and picked up her Walkman. She doubted it would help but she’d be stupid not to try.
She crawled under the covers and closed her eyes. Dreaming of Robin. Maybe in some alternate universe there wouldn’t be an Upside Down. Maybe there she had met Robin at school. Maybe there she’d have kissed Robin before she kissed Steve or Jonathan. Maybe there was a universe out there where she hadn’t made the mistakes she had made in this one. One where Barb was still alive. One where Mike didn’t wake up screaming late at night. One where she didn’t have to worry about Holly never growing old.
Tomorrow she’d call Robin. She’d tell her that she broke up with Jonathan. She’d ask to meet and then she’d kiss Robin. She’d kiss her and she’d never stop kissing her. She’d drown in Robin’s body and swallow up her smell. Tomorrow she’d fix everything.
But today she was too tired. Today she needed to sleep.
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Robin fell down on her bed. The back of her head itched. As her hands reached over to scratch, she felt a strange liquid on her fingertips. She pulled her hand back and saw the drops of blood sliding down her fingers.
#prompts#ronance#nancy wheeler#robin buckley#my work#stranger things#fanfic#robin x nancy#nancy x robin#ronance fic#ficlet#mind control
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guess who finished the date fic! It’s me ya boi. Anyways I hope you enjoy, do let me know what you think. I’m going to bed now, I got school.
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Today was the day! Arcane egg stands in front of the mirror in her room, they were fussing over their hair. Trying to make sure her braids were perfect, or at least as close to perfect as possible. They were also fussing over their outfit, they know all three of them agreed to just wear their normal outfits. But she can’t help it! She wants to impress! As they fuss over their appearance they can’t help but sink into their recent memories. It felt like they were dreaming.
Surely the pass few months were but a sweet dream right? She’s currently imagining a dream scenario while getting stabbed by golden butter right? They were still dealing with the hungry ones right, that… that has to be true, right….?
NO, she smacks her face softly. No she’s alive, she’s very much still her. Her friends saved her, nursed her back to health. They helped her find a way to be rid of the hungry ones, for good. They found Mirror moon cookie, who used to be Fortune cookie… they found Flowing water cookie, the baby they used to take care of. Now just a little older, around 12 arcane thinks. They banished the hungry ones back where they came from! She destroyed her soul jam, which freed her.
Which led to the solution that wouldn’t only free her friends, but stop Dark enchantress cookie from gaining power! And so the soul jams were destroyed, of course those who held them for so long are still connected sort of. They can draw on its power easily enough, but now everyone can! Every cookie! After that the war simmered down, Dark enchantress loss a lot if not all her power. It now belongs to white lily. Afterwards the beasts, golden, and you returned to Crispia. They’ve began to find new purposes, your just happy you have your family again.
Which leads to the present day, you’ve…. Recently confessed your romantic interest in both Shadow milk and Golden butter, fully expecting them to say no. But they accepted! Which both surprised and excited you! And so a week ago Shadow milk proposed the idea of an ice cream date! In the ghost village near the rebuilding Blueberry Academy, you both agreed obviously!
Snapping back to reality you leave your room in a slight hurry, your slightly behind schedule now but that’s fine. Your a goddamn mage! As Arcane steps outside their house in the cookie kingdom, they summon their fork staff. They say a few words in a different language to open a portal with their staff. Before they step in arcane takes one last moment to look at themselves in on of their windows, seeing that they look fine they step through.
The lovely atmosphere in the small town surrounded you instantly, it was dark but the blue ghost flames lit up the place wonderfully! The air was also nice and cold, of course not freezing cold it was more breezy than anything. The hustle and bustle of all the new people moving in is what caught your attention next, your still impressed that Shadow milk managed to clean this place up so quickly.
Your attention is caught by a familiar jovial voice “wohoo! Sunny! Over here!” ah! you immediately perk up and look his direction
The familiar round face of Shadow milk cookie comes into view, you give a little wave “Hi Moonie!” You softly shout. He beckons you over and you happily comply.
“Now how is my Sunny wunny fairing this fine day!” He says pulling you into a tight side hug, his hugs are always so nice. Nice and firm.
“I’m doing good Moonie, how are you doing?”
“Oh just wonderfully! Especially since the last person we needed for our lil date is FINALLY here!” He squeezes you tighter.
“Wait final person? Am I late?” You ask a little worried and frazzled, your worried thoughts are interrupted by a calm voice.
“No, no need to fret Sunny your on time. I just got here a little earlier than expected.” Golden butters explanation soothed you. It also seemed like she was carrying something.
“Oh thank god- I really thought I was late for a moment. Ooo what do you have there Starlight?” At your little nickname Golden butter seems to fluster a bit. Cute.
“J-just the ice cream” she stutters out a little, she than collects herself “Why the nickname..?”
“Well I mean, you and Moonie call me Sunny, and you and me call him Moonie. Well you do it less… that besides I thought you should have a nickname too!” You explain “do you not like it?”
“N-no I like it! I’m just not used to such nicknames… especially ones with such affection.” suddenly an indignant gasp can be heard.
“We’re my nicknames not sincere enough! Why I never, I gave you plenty of nicknames!” He lets go of you before floating up a but than pouting “I gave you plenty on nicknames! Like Goldie or dear and not once have you reacted like this! Are my nicknames not good enough! Hmm, HMMM?”
“You know that’s not what I meant, besides at the time I thought you were just trying to get a reaction.” Golden crosses her arms loosely, you can tell she’s not actually mad but she like to tease. In her own way.
As they continue to playfully bicker you gently grab the ice cream from Golden butter, and went to find a table. It was off in the corner and nice and quiet, the perfect spot for a nice conversation. You put the ice cream down, it’s been like 3 minutes since you left the two. You look over and at least they aren’t sassing each other anymore, for as funny as it is you don’t want the ice cream to melt.
You leave one of your little faberge egg bots at the table, to show it’s a claimed table. And walk over to them, they don’t notice you. It’s a talent of yours, and for as much as you like listening to their voices. So you speak “hey I found a table we should go eat out ice cream before it melts.” You than grab their hands, Shadow milk on the left, Golden butter on the right.
Both suddenly pause, before a small blush crosses both of their cheeks. Really cute you think “We can talk at the table, besides what were you talking about anyways? You both seemed really invested in it.”
“O-oh um we were talking about Goldies recent travels, and from what she’s told me their wild!” Shadow milk seems to regain his composure quickly as he begins to babble about Goldens recent exploits.
Golden butter didn’t seem to be doing as good a job, she just stares at where you hand meets hers. Her blush still has that slight tint to it. “You good starlight? Oh wait do you like my nickname, I can change it if you don’t like it” you ask sincerely.
“No it’s fine, I actually really like it… and to respond to your point earlier Shadow milk. You can call me any nickname you like.” Golden butters smile, oh her smile was so pretty. You can feel your face start to heat up, and while subtle you can tell Shadow milk was affected by her words and smile as well.
The three of you make your way to the table and all take a seat, while you mourn the loss of being unable to hold their hands anymore. And so a little time passes, the conversation between the three of you light and jovial. And all parties involved seem to relax from the first date jitters, the ice cream helps as well you note. You do notice however Shadow milk being a little messy with his, he seems to enthralled with the conversation and atmosphere.
“Hey Moonie you have a little something.” you point to the corner of your mouth to show him where it was on him.
“Hmm~ I do? Why not get it for me, with a kiss my dear Sunny~?” He teases while making a kissy face, Golden butter seems to roll her eyes in the background.
Without thinking about it, probably an instinct you have now when you we’re traveling with the young Gingerbrave and friends. You grab a napkin, lean over the table, hold his face steady as you wipe of the ice cream. You sit back down and toss the napkin in a trash bin. Oh look got it in first shot, you pump your fist in the air.
You look back at the two, they're just staring “ um? Are you two ok”
Shadow milk looks turkey stunned for a moment but he quickly replies “I um-(ahem) I didn’t expect you to actually take me up on my offer, if only partially.” He holds his cheek “ for wearing gloves all the time Sunny you sure have a tender touch, I want you to hold me all the time now~!”
You fluster slightly “w-was it weird that I did that?”
“No, not weird, just um weirdly tender.” Golden butter replies she seemed a little flustered at Arcane eggs braisen display of affection “especially since your a little picky about those you touch.”
“??? But I love you.” Golden butter almost spits out her water while Shadow milk just stares a little wide eyed “??? What’s the reaction for?” Your a little confused.
“Gah- when did you get so bold! Your almost as bad as Shadow milk!” Golden exclaims
You stare at both of them, they really don’t fully understand. Do they. You gently clasp Goldens hands but make sure to face both, so they know your talking about both of them “I thought I would never EVER see you both again. It’s only recently when that changed, and now I get to give you all the affection I’ve always wante to. I’m not squandering in, so that being said. I love you, both of you.”
Both just stare, and it’s quite for a long moment. But soon a hearty joyous laugh is heard, Shadow milk cookie suddenly pulls you and Golden close. It’s warm and comforting “oh ho, I didn’t expect such a brilliant display from you my dear Sunny! But I must say I do agree with the sentiment, so~ I love you!”
Golden looks surprised for a moment before getting a soft look in her eyes and soft smile “Agreed, I love you too!”
Your heart thumps wildly within your chest. Oh this, this feeling. You want to chase it forever, it’s like fresh air. Like breathing, it’s so nice. “Hehe, I love you! Forever and always!”
The joyous laughter from the three cookies could be felt and heard. And it was this day that the world knew such a joy.
Ah yes op- but heres the turn back-
TAKE THE FUCKING LETTERS.
Dear Moonie,
It's been a long run between us, huh? So many years between us, from the old days on my island and your tower to where we are today. I missed you for so many years when you were taken. I can’t count the amount I would just sit back and wish that you were here by my side. I remember wanting at one point wanting to just summon you to tell me what happened and yet- I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Anytime I thought about it- I’d look back on the false letter the witches sent thinking that this was what you wanted.
I betrayed my emotions hundreds of times- always thinking ‘he wanted to be alone, this what he wants’. Part of me can only look back at how foolish I was. Did I not know you for hundreds of years? Did I not visit and learn beside you for decades? Perhaps it was my assumption and belief of you being under the influence of the corruption. I only realize now that was something that doomed me in the end.
Moonie Shadow Milk, I have come to realize one thing. I cannot hide the pains I’ve gained over the years, I should not hide my pains because in the hide they will only come back to hurt myself and those who care for me.
Shadow Milk, I did not tell you everything that day. I left a few secrets to myself and I tell you now because I cannot bring myself to say it in person.
Shadow Milk Cookie, I love you. It's a realization that hasn’t come to me easily, much less immediately.
I realized only after you were sealed. Perhaps that's what originally broke my heart- I remember Golden Butter telling me about the kiss you shared between her and you. Part of me had resigned to never holding your heart- until you told me those words that day. I won’t hesitate here and now. Shadow Milk I love you.
Yours truly,
Sunny.
An ever shifting dark and light blue mechanical flower lays on the letter- letting out the sound of circus music in a slow tone of a music box.
Dear Starlight,
A Lot has happened over these thousands of years and there's quite a bit I feel I should say. The question is how I put it into words.
For the longest time I’ve had feelings for Shadow Milk and yet- You loved him. Back then I was more than content to let you two be with each other even at my own expense. You two made each so happy and I couldn’t…
I couldn’t bring myself to ruin that. Yet over time something inside me grew- I didn’t realize it right away.
It was only after you were asleep that I realized I was in love with you. I remember silently cursing fate, I remember more than expecting for my own heart to break once again.
Yet in the aftermath of everything, I want to defy that so-called fate I thought of- I want to chance this, I want to so badly.
Starlight I am in love with you, I am so very much in love with you and shadow Milk- more than anything.
Sincerely yours,
Sunny
A yellow flower that when light rebounds shows the color of the rainbow is held in a hand as a small- yet familiar tune echoed across the room.
#shadow milk cookie#cookie run au#cookie run kingdom#reponse prompt#cookie run oc#cookie run x reader
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Kiss with a Fist - Chreon
Summary: If one thing was certain, is that Leon S. Kennedy knows how to push buttons. Something from the beautiful man that was Chris Redfield was better than nothing, right?
Right?
Trigger Warnings: Implied sexual assault/rape
AO3
Leon sneered at the lone double bed in the hotel room. He could hear his roommate for the night lumbering in behind him.
"Well at least it's a king," Chris shrugged trying to maintain neutrality with the prickly DSO agent standing next to him. He received a scathing look as a reward for his efforts. Chris took a deep breath to simmer down his exasperation. Their flight back was delayed due to a blizzard, which was currently screaming at the windows outside. While the sleeping situation was not ideal, it was better than staying the night at the airport. As much as he tried to remain civil and gain favor with Leon, the man seemed to push back harder and harder. He looked back to the man who was eyeing up the couch against the opposite wall, his face barely giving anything away. It was enough for Chris to know what he was thinking.
"Oh, come on, are you serious?"
Sharp, blue eyes cut over to him, "what?"
"Why are you so dramatic? We can just share the bed, Kennedy."
Leon did not answer right away, but the pause was barely noticeable. A crease formed between his brows in thought and his eyes darted across the other's face before his face hardened. A vicious smirk fell over his face, instantly setting Chris on edge. He practically sauntered across the room, reminding the BSAA captain of a predator. He came up to where Chris had moved closer to the bed and met the larger man's eyes defiantly. Chris shifted quickly into defensive. He was not about to put up with the DSO agent's shit.
"You that desperate, Redfield? Valentine isn't around, so you gotta shoot your shot at the nearest warm body?"
"The fuck? That's not what I am asking for and you know it. You're so fucking difficult."
"Yeah unlike you. Evidently, it's easy to get in the pants of the great BSAA Golden Boy."
"Better than being the bitch of the DSO who crawls around for any scraps that they throw your way!" Chris' voice has risen in volume at this point, and he was chest to chest with Leon and he felt a prickling in his face as his anger grew. The little fucker remained perfectly calm with his stupid perfect hair and that just pissed Chris off more.
The calm was downright eerie when Kennedy responded, "Yeah, they fucked everything out of me like a cheap whore to keep her safe, and I let them. But at least I was able to protect her because I wasn't hung up on my boss betraying me instead of fucking me."
CRACK
Leon felt the impact but could not register the pain as he was losing his balance. The backhand sent his body into a spiral and he would blame it on exhaustion that Chris actually got a hit on him. His ribs which were bruised from their mission slammed into the arm of the couch which was barely padded. He could definitely feel the sharp edge of its frame jam into his tender flesh. He was thankful that he kept himself from making a sound. It took him a moment to breathe through the pain and when he finally looked back up Chris was hovering over him, hands up and not touching him, and his face pinched in guilt and worry. He opened his mouth, probably about to apologize or ask what he needed or some other dumb caring thing that will just make Leon love the man more. He could not let that happen when he was already so vulnerable. He easily cut the other off, still keeping his cocky persona, "That all you got? I've been hit harder while getting railed on some nice fat cock."
It’s like your pretty boy face was made to be bruised, kid.
The man cycled through many emotions which were etched clearly in his expressions. Shock, confusion, a strange grimace that Leon couldn't read, and then a grim determination that almost made the smaller man regret his words. Chris pulled him up easily by the front of his shirt. Grip so tight, that Leon can hear the fabric creaking in strain. His eyes burned with a frightening determination. His gaze flicked down to Leon's mouth, but he made no move to press his own against them. He took his other hand and shoved three thick fingers past those slightly parted lips and down his throat, making the DSO agent gag and moan around them. Fuck. Yes. His tongue quickly worked against the digits, trying desperately to memorize Chris' flavour since this will likely be his only chance with how furious the man seemed. His breath was being cut off in a delightful way and he decided then that he would take whatever he got tonight.
"You're right about one thing at least. You really are a cheap whore huh?" He pulled his fingers out of Leon's throat. He coughed and gasped for air, his legs shaking with arousal and something he couldn't quite explain. Drool dripped down his chin but that was the last thing on his mind as he looked up at Chris through hazy vision. The other man looked harsh, cold in a way he had never seen before. Leon's entire body trembled, help up only by the hand gripping his shirt. Leon was struggling with catching his breath, but Chris didn't seem to care, "absolutely pathetic. The great Leon S. Kennedy is such a slut that it just takes the promise of cock to make him listen."
Leon's world tipped off balance as Chris shoved him onto the bed, his back hitting the soft mattress. The plushness off it was a pleasant surprise but he did not have enough time to think about it as Chris' voice sliced through his thoughts.
"Strip."
Leon stared up at the other man for a moment, absently not believing this was happening. Chris, however, was out of patience, "Strip or I'll cut them off."
You’ll do anything to be stuffed full on a nice dick.
The threat was very serious from what Leon could tell. He scrambled up onto his knees and started undoing the buttons of his shirt. Apparently, the man was really fed up. As soon as the buttons were undone, he yanked the material down to Leon's wrists and deftly twisted it so that the man was trapped. He could easily get out if he tried but before he could he was pulled down the bed with the force of the tugs on his pants and boxers. He was quickly exposed to chilled air drafting from the windows. He wasn't sure if it was that or Chris fully clothed and towering over him that caused shivers to wrack through his body. He figured he probably went from predator to prey for the other man, his eyes wide and anxiety forming deep in his gut. It was quickly forgotten, though, as he was flipped onto him stomach and his ass pulled into to air. He tugged at the shirt tangled around his wrists. Leon managed to free then but not without leaving friction burns behind.
"Spread your legs." The command was simple, and Leon could not do anything but obey. Apparently, it wasn't good enough and Chris took a moment to jerk Leon's legs further apart, forcing him to bow his back unnaturally. He knew Chris was still fully clothed and that did so much to make Leon feel even more vulnerable beneath him. A large hand grabbed one cheek and spread it to expose the tight pink hole there. The feeling of cold air sending another shiver through his body. He had to force himself to remember that this was the only way Chris would touch him. He gasped as a dry thumb pushed against the tight ring of muscle, forcing it open. The dry pull of it thrusting in and out soon followed and Leon had to clench his jaw to hold in the sounds that wanted to pour out. He realized he was painfully hard which caused his face to redden. The flow of blood warring between flowing north and south made him dizzy. He felt like everything was swaying around him, adrift at sea and lost in the own torrent of his mind. The sharp pain of Chris' other thumb pushing into him was like the beam from a distant lighthouse.
You’ll spread your legs for anyone, won’t cha?
"If I didn’t already know how much of a slut you are, I do now that I see how loose your cunt is."
Leon could barely believe the words coming out of Redfield's mouth. They were filthy and caused the thump of his heart to be deafening. Leon hadn't had sex since-- well it's been a long time. Either way the words still made feel cheap and dirty, but the arousal was undeniable. In his embarrassment there was no words that he could say to fight back.
"Bet a whore like you doesn't even need lube."
He didn't take the words seriously until he felt Chris lean forward and spit harshly onto his spread hole. He wanted to cry but would not allow himself. As much as he did like it rough at times, this is not what his first time with Chris was like in any of his fantasies. This Chris was someone that he had only seen directed at his most heinous enemies. He was ripped out of thoughts when the larger man pulled his thumbs from his hole and quickly replaced them with three thick fingers. It was all too much at once and the sound that tore from his throat was a strange mix of a moan and sob. He rested his cheek on the bed and breathed raggedly through the painful stretch, pleasure still burning through his veins despite everything. He was given a few rough thrusts that provided no pleasure before they were yanked out.
Tense silence pervaded the room only disrupted by Leon’s ragged breath and the jingle of a belt being unbuckled. Leon could barely move except a slight adjustment to be able to watch Chris over his shoulder, sure the other man could see how much of a mess he was. The larger man’s eyes were impossibly dark, and lust was clear even through harsh downturn of both his brows and lips. The anger was clearly visible. Leon swallowed even though his mouth and throat had long gone dry.
C’mon comrade, I know a slut like you can take it. Don’t you disappoint me, now.
"Fuck, Kennedy," the words were punched out between thrusts and clenched teeth, the man below him practically sobbing into his arm. Leon felt like he had lost time somewhere, but it was hard to tell with the miasma that was his psyche. His heaving chest was pressed into the bed and hips held in the air by a bruising grip. He was tight, not prepared nearly enough before he has speared on the obscenely large cock of one Chris Redfield. He practically wailed when a large hand came down on his ass.
"You just can't shut the fuck up, can you?"
The words pierced through his haze and doused him in shame.
"Such a whore. Bet you'd let anyone fuck you," Another harsh slap. He had stopped thrusting at the bruising intensity as he leaned down and pushed his mouth near Leon's ear, "You get passed around the office as a cocksleeve? I bet the reason you won't shut that slutty mouth is cause you need a dick down your throat to satisfy you."
I always knew you were mouthy. How ‘bout I teach you how to use it?
Cold was creeping through Leon, taking over the pleasured delirium he was previously in. Chris' comforting warmth, despite the previous harsh treatment, (and really that was Leon's fault anyway) was replaced with a familiar and oppressive weight of a body on top of him, taking what it wants. He wanted it to stop. His throat had closed, and it felt like his jaw was wired shut. He couldn't get a sound out. What had felt so euphoric moments ago speeding towards nightmarish. His chest was tight. He couldn't breathe. Was he even breathing? A hand on the space between his head and neck pushed him deeper into the bed and terror alike. He couldn't even fight back. This is what he had wanted wasn't it? He decided to piss Chris off and goad him into sex. Of course, the man would be rough. He hated Leon and he wanted the mouthy agent just to shut the fuck up.
When Leon tried to speak, all he could get out was a thready and pathetic whimper. He felt so small and weak with spots dancing in front of his eyes. He still couldn't tell if he was breathing, focus having closed in to racing thoughts and flashing memories. Rough, battle worn hands, a gun pressed to the back of his head then those hands around his throat pushing him down, a cold gravelly voice in his ear.
That's it comrade. You're so loose, you fuckin’ cocksleeve.
"Leon?"
Chris had been working up into a good rhythm, enjoying watching the gorgeous agent beneath him squirm on his cock. He never thought he would have a day when he would be able to fall into bed with Leon S. Kennedy of all people. Well, it was more like he had pushed the man, but it seemed that he liked it rough and mean and Chris was trying his best to do that for him. His concentration was broken by a small sound from below him. It sounded different from his previous noises, without a hint of pleasure. It was like ice went through his veins as he looked at his bedpartner.
Leon was barely moving. He was practically panting, and his breath wheezed out of him harshly. His eyes were distant and unfocused with tears flowing freely down his cheeks. Blood oozed from his lip where he seemed to have bitten it at one point. Chris instantly loosened his grip on the back of Leon’s head as his protective instincts took over. This clearly was not right to him. Even if he had never been with Leon in such an intimate way before, it felt off. He pulled out from the man, dick already softening as his panic overtook him. When he released Leon’s hip he fell limply against the bed. It reminded Chris sickeningly of a marionette with its strings cut.
“Leon?” He crawled up the bed to lean over the man. He did not seem to notice Chris. He tried calling his name again, but there was no response. He lifted his hand to place it on Leon’s shoulder, and before he could the man flinched violently, another small whimper whistling from his throat. His gaze locked on the larger man’s form. Chris still was not sure that Leon was completely seeing him. He reached out again, this time carefully telegraphing his movements. He could tell that the other was tracking his movements sluggishly with his eyes, but the flinch when Chris made contact was much more subtle.
He just rested his hand on Leon’s shoulder and let the man work through his panic with silent support. It took a painfully long time for the smaller man’s breathing to slow to a even a marginally reasonable pace. Chris didn’t think he was fully back to the present, but the panic seemed to dull enough for him to be comfortable with bundling Leon against him. He ripped the blanket from where it was tucked into the bed as an afterthought and wrapped it around both of them. Leon hadn’t lashed out or freak out more, which Chris decided to take as a good sign. He settled in to wait for Leon to come back to reality, the silence leaving space for an unbearable guilt.
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