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loganbcrnes · 2 years

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you are the bane of my existence and the object of my desires

pairing: Captain Syverson x fem!reader

Summary: Feral Alpha Sy moves to a cabin owned by one of his old army buddy Logan. over time a relationship with his Omega neighbor blossoms. One morning hes thrown into a rut and you help him through it.

Tags: 18+, ABO, feral Alpha Syverson, Omega fem!reader, smut, dom/sub, knotting, orgasm, angry feral Sy, hard sex, pussy eating, oral, language, slightly connected to the MCU, mention of The Red Room, though a different interpretation of it, mention of Logan Howlett (Wolverine)

words: 3.9k

Authors note: hiii, finally written an abo sy oneshot. there isnt enough abo fics in the Henry Cavill universe, but there should be imo. this is pure filth just so yall r warned. A bit of backstory on my version of Captain Syverson. Hes originally born in Norway, but moved to Texas, USA when he was 2 years old when his father got a good job offer. hence why his name is Bjørn Syverson, though throughout this fic he just goes by Sy. It is mentioned that he has brothers which are August Walker, Walter Marshall, Sherlock Holmes and Clark Kent, all were separated from birth, but after the death of Sy's parents, he united with them. hopefully in future fics, i can delve more into their backstory. :)

Readers ethnicity and body type isn't mentioned as i want everyone to feel included, just that she is European.

For a few passing seconds, you’re frozen with fear. It was drilled into you at a young age that a feral alpha in rut were dangerous. That you should never let yourself be alone with one, in case the unthinkable happened. But this isn’t just some feral alpha, this is Sy, who takes care of you with a gentleness you never thought you would get, a gentleness you never thought anyone could posses, let alone a feral alpha.

Feral alphas weren’t rare, but they weren’t exactly common either. Feralness mostly only occurs in male Alphas that have experienced traumatic events in their life, mostly veterans. And unfortunately governments are unable to equip the right tools to help these men. Since WW2 they have become more and more common, but scientists are never able to find the right cure and treatments to help them.

They say the only thing that would reduce the symptoms are compatible omegas, preferably mated. betas can too, but not to the extent omegas can. Eventually they end up going rogue if they are apart of a pack, if not, well they distance themselves from society, they seek out to the wilderness where they can be in their true form.

Now with Sy, being a veteran and POW, made him more prone to go feral. When he was saved from an old unit he was apart of, he began his recovery in a hospital for vets and feral alphas.

Things weren’t easy in the beginning, losing a leg and not having his own independence put him on edge all the time, but once he got released, he didn’t hesitate to move to the mountains in Canada. An old army buddy and alpha mate to his brothers, Logan, owned a couple of cabins and lent one to him. His brothers were against it, continually reminding him that their pack could take care of him and his needs. They didn’t mind Sy being with their mates, but it wasn’t them he didn’t trust, it was himself.

Sy would hate himself for evermore if he hurt them, he didn’t want to risk it. When Sy moved to the small cabin, he noticed he had a neighbor not so far away. He avoided you as much as possible in the beginning, but over time he started chatting with you, walking past each other on morning runs with their dogs, and in the end they became friends.

He learned that you moved out here because you wanted to start over. You had a difficult childhood from losing your mother to cancer and moving to a foreign country not knowing anyone nor the language. And when you thought your life was getting a better hold of itself, everything came crumbling down when you were kidnapped and taken into human trafficking.

It took 4 years before you were free from The Red Room. A place where they would experiment on Omegas. You spent a year in a mental hospital for omegas to recover. You were alone with no friends and family. You were in a state of depression and hopelessness. You wanted to get away from everything, so you discovered an ad of cabins for sale in Canada and set foot.

That was now 2 years ago, and don’t regret your decision for a second. You both took solace in each other, having similar experiences made the connection between you even stronger. It was nice having someone that wouldn’t tiptoe around you or took pity in you.

It was hard getting close to Sy in the beginning. Some days he was more closed off than others, but you understood it, and remained patient. Over time friendly feelings turned into romantic and you knew that Sy would never hurt you and had to remind him that occasionally.

His brothers came for a visit one time to give him a talking, convincing him to let himself feel love for once.

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“Sy?” You whisper, trying to shift in his arms once more. The scent of leather and wet forest reeked throughout the room, has slick already wetting your underwear, far more than you’re used to, and you know straight away hes gone into rut. You’ve never shared your heat with anyone before. The idea of being so vulnerable around another person always filled you with dread especially after what happened, but even with the looming rut of the Alpha that holds you in his strong arms, all you can feel is a sense of belonging.

“Alpha, wake up.”

Despite your soft tone, Sy wakes with a harsh gasp and digs his fingers into your soft flesh on instinct like he’s trying to drag you impossibly closer to him. A surprised moan falls from his lips as he grinds up against your ass. “Oh, god -”

“Shh, it’s okay, Alpha.” You coo, reaching back to carefully run your fingers through his shaved head. “It’s okay, I’m here.” “Fuck, ya’ smell so good…” Sy groans at your scent of sweet ripe peaches and you give a discontented cry at the idea of not getting to help your Alpha through his rut. “If I continue, I won’t be able to stop ‘mega.” He growls. “I don’t want you to stop,” You whine, carefully pressing back against him. There’s nothing more to Bjørn Syverson than his careful, shielded control over his instincts, and as much as you love that about him, you want nothing more than for him to let go and pound you mercifully into your bed. “Let me take care of you, Alpha. Please?” “I could claim you.” He grits out, his words and actions stark contrasts of each other as he keeps rolling his hips in sharp movements. “I-I can’t take that choice from you, sweet ‘mega.” “This is my choice, you’re my choice.” You’ve never heard yourself sound so sincere and desperate at the same time, but you can feel the tightening need curling low in your belly. His scent is singing through your veins, lighting up your inner Omega in a way you’ve never felt. “I’ve never wanted anyone before you, but this… this is right." You’re on your back before you can even blink, Sy’s strong hands pinning you beneath him. The expectation was for him to rush into a devastating kiss but he sat back slightly and simply… looked at you. He studies your face intently, looking at your beautiful reddened cheeks splattered with freckles and the odd spots from your unbalance hormones, an issue that has been bugging you for the past few weeks. He watches as your hips grind up in search of relief. When he finally leans down, you try to meet him halfway but he dodges your kiss to bury his face in your neck. A groan vibrates through his chest and into yours as he inhales deeply, and you happily curl your fingers in his hair to hold him there. “Oh, honey…” Sy kisses your pulse and nuzzles against you, his beard the perfect rough contrast to the soft press of his lips. “You goin’ into heat, ‘mega? Just needed you’re Alpha, didn’t ya?” “Yes, please!” You beg, your nails clawing his head, dragging him down to slot your lips with his in a sloppy kiss. Every touch, every hint of his scent, every breathy groan that came from his lips makes that warmth spread through your entire body. Sy kisses you eagerly, caging you underneath him. He feels impossibly bigger above you and your inner Omega blooms with comfort and love. So you let yourself revel in it, no longer fighting off the instincts that beckon for you. Sy almost yelps in surprise when your thighs hook around his waist to drag him down closer but he follows your lead happily and goes to grind his clothed cock against you - just like you were expecting. Mischief soars through your chest as you twist and grapple until he’s underneath you, your mind egging you to make him prove his strength. A flash of concern darts through those pretty blue eyes of his, as if he’s worried you’ve suddenly changed your mind, but the sight of your playful grin just makes him smile in return. He lets you grab at him for a moment, barely bothering to bat your hands away as you try - and fail - to pin his arms at his sides. Amusement rolls through him. Oh, his sweet, fierce Omega. If you want him to show you his true worth as your Alpha, he’s going to deliver. Sy grabs you by your waist and drags you beneath him once more, a low growl ripping through his lips as you erupt into excited laughter. Both of your wrists are secured in one of his hands where he pins them to the mattress above your head and you feel so… helpless. The man above you is the picture of Alpha - chest heaving with every breath, eyes wild with need yet perfectly in control, gray briefs tented with his impressive thick length. He exudes power and you can’t get enough. “Gonna be good for me, Omega?” Sy rumbles. “Yes! So good, I promise.” You’re on the verge of begging, but before the honeyed words can drip from your lips, Sy quickly and carefully strips your pajamas from your body before ripping his off as well. There’s no stopping the garbled groan you give at the sight he makes above you. With your newly freed hands, you let your fingers trail down his hairy chest and stomach, watching enraptured as goosebumps follow your touch. “Good girl,” He guides your hand to his thick engorged cock and rolls his hips to thrust into your fist, not bothering to hide the way he practically purrs. You can see the bright intensity that burns through his entire being in each clench of his jaw and ripple of his muscles. He’s holding back, though, tempering his movements like he’s afraid he’ll scare you. Feral alphas don’t have a good reputation, they have little control over themselves. They take what they want, leaving nothing behind. But you trust Sy, and you don’t trust easily, especially with alphas, but Sy is different. You watch him as he slowly climbs down your body, his lips never leaving your skin as he trails his hot kisses on you all the way down. He parts your legs further so he could get more comfortable between them, then when he presses a kiss at your nether lips, his fingers parting your folds so he could find your slick entrance and give a long, hungry lick right at where your desire is centered until you cry out. “Taste so fucking sweet ‘mega”. Sy growls as he licks your clit.

“So fucking hot, Darlin’.” Sy growls. “Been wanting to taste this sweet pussy since the day I met ya’. Kept holding myself back for so long, but not anymore ‘mega.” He said looking up at you.

You moan at the intensity of his words. “Yes!, please alpha don’t stop” you desperately beg him. Sy doesn’t waste any more time and goes down on you once again. His whole body is stretched out, his feet planted on the floor to hold himself in his position. You have never seen anything more beautiful.

You hear him moan and you open your eyes to look down at him, to see that his eyes are closed, totally blissed out as he sucks on your cunt, licking your entrance as if it’s the last meal he eats. You feel the hard tips of Sy’s fingers right at your opening, you moan when you feel two fingers parting your hot pussy, your walls instantly begin spasming around them, sucking them inside your depth.

He continues to tease you with his fingers for a few more seconds and then the warm rasp of his tongue sends a series of shivers trembling through your body. He licks across your sensitive bud leisurely, biding his time with his eyes on you to take in every single reaction you are giving him through every lick, every swirl of his tongue. He flicks his tongue from around your clit, down to your slit, moving back and forth as he continues to plunge his fingers into you. You begin to shake as you are nearing the edge. He must have felt it, because he continues to lick at your cunt, slick pouring out as he slurps it all up, growls deeply against your pussy. “Come for me, little ‘mega” You let out a whimper at his command but feel helpless to resist him. You can’t hold it in anymore as you come to your release. “Alpha!”. You moan out as you arch your back, Sy continues to milk through your orgasm and makes sure to gather every drop of cum.

It took a few minutes to come down from your intense orgasm. Sy moves up pressing soft kisses to your cheeks and down to your neck. “You did so good for me, Honey.” He praises as you. “Mmmm” you hum, keening to the praises.

After a few more moments, you’re a whimpering mess again, grinding your clit against Sy’s muscular thigh. Sy growls as he pulls back, “Alpha,” You whisper, cupping his jaw gently to get him to meet your eyes and drawing him close for one last soft kiss before you guide him to scent your neck. The pheromones that pour off of you has his breath stuttering. “Don’t hold back.” A desperate growl fills the air as Sy manhandles you onto your hands and knees, He doesn’t even have to say the words before you’re already presenting yourself for him, your back arching with your face buried in the sheets, and two big hands settle on your thighs to spread you out even more for him with your ass and pussy on full display. Your smell consumes him; all that he can think about is the taste of your arousal on his lips and how badly he needs to be inside you now. “Oh, pretty girl…” Sy groans, trailing his fingers along your slick cunt and smirking at the way you chase his touch with a needy whine. Two thick fingers tease your entrance in slow circles before sinking into you to the knuckle and Sy chuckled darkly as you writhed beneath him. “Gonna feel perfect ‘round my cock, aren’tcha?” “Pl-ease,” You stutter out and Sy seems to take pity in the desperation your voice holds for him. He hushes the disappointed sound you give at the loss of his fingers, his hands massaging at your hips soothingly. The scent of your heat and his rut permeate the air and curl around each other until they’re one, a combination of you both hanging in the air with a sense of finality. Of destiny. Sy knew he was right where he belonged, where he was always supposed to be. He just had to reach out and take it. Twin groans fall from you both when he finally presses his cock against you, only pausing a moment before pushing into you in one long, slow thrust. Fuck, you knew he was big, could tell by the way he fit in your hand alone that it would be a stretch to fit him inside of you, but you didn’t expect… this. To feel so full, like you could feel him in your stomach. Instinct has you arching further into him, enticing him to move, to fuck you quick and hard. A warm hand settles at the nape of your neck and squeezes, holding you firmly to the bed, and your body and mind both melt into a submissive haze. If the authority that he holds in that one simple movement wasn’t enough to have you following his every command, his words that follow definitely would’ve. “Stay still, little Omega.” He growls out, his chest plastered to your back as he settles his large frame over you. The sharp nip of his teeth against your shoulder makes you shudder. “I’ll give you what you need, don’t you worry. Gonna knot this pretty pussy, make you mine.” Sy fucks you just like that - towering over you with his hand clamped on your neck, kissing and licking and biting his fill of your soft skin. You were expecting him to fuck you rough and fast right from the jump, but his first thrusts are slow and precise, and it takes a moment for your heat crazed mind to realize he’s savoring this. He’s taking the time to memorize how your cunt feels around him while he still can, before his rut fully takes him from his careful and calculating self to a pussy-drunk and needy Alpha that wants nothing more than his sweet Omega underneath him. Slapping sounds fill the room as he quickens the pace, your slick coating his cock and making it easy for him to slide in and out of your velvety walls. You can feel his heavy balls slapping against your pussy, you let out pornographic moans and he continues to force your face into the bed by your neck. You’ve always wanted this, craved it ever since you were a hormonal teen, just wanting to be taken apart by a strong alpha. his fingers find your clit. A groan falls from his lips at the way your cunt flutters around him at his stimulation and you feel the first signs of his control crumbling in the way he thrusts into you sharply. “Alpha,” You whine, your voice low and pleading so very softly for him. “Please, I need you, need your knot -” The world falls out from under you as Sy pulls out suddenly, the exact opposite of what you were searching for, but you can’t voice your disdain before you’re on your back, blinking surprised up at a wild feral looking Sy. He doesn’t waste time slamming back inside you, fucking you hard without warning. “Perfect fuckin’ Omega,” Sy spits out like he’s enraged, but you keen beneath him nonetheless, pressing your legs to your chest as pleasure sparks across your skin. “Lettin’ me fill you up, takin’ me just like your s’posed to.” He growls, making you succumb deeper to a submissive state, making it known to Sy he can do whatever he wants, your body is his. Sy bends down sucking on one of your nipples, you moan as even more pleasure fills your body from the sensitivity of your nipples. You look down, watching as his fat cock thrusts in and out of you, his pubic hair getting wet from your slick. His balls tightening with each thrust. Thoughts of him rubbing his balls over your face fills your mind, but was quickly interrupted as Sy slightly changes the position. He holds your body closer, your tits pressed against his sweaty hairy chest. His tip is repeatedly hitting against the sensitive spot deep inside of you, you know he’s not ready to let up just yet, but you’re too on edge to hold on. “Sy, I-I’m gonna–” “I can smell it,” he groans, mouth your neck just above where your bond mark would be as he sucks harshly on it. A string of cuss words falls from your lips as your eyes clamp shut, relishing in your release as your pussy spasms around his cock. His movements don’t slow either – his pace is still erratic, plummeting into you at an ungodly rate. His hand grips your jaw suddenly, not enough to hurt but enough to get your attention through the haziness overtaking your mind. “Gimme those eyes, thaaaat’s it… you love this, don’tcha? All cock drunk and pretty for me, huh?” The praise washes over you like a salve to your aches and you open your mouth when his thumb drifts over your bottom lip, watching the way his eyes darken as you lick the tip of his thumb. Sy eagerly lets you draw it between your lips, even sliding it in and out like he would if he were fucking your mouth, and he lets out a low, “ah, fuck,” You can feel the flare of his growing knot catching with his every thrust. “Cum for me again, Omega,” His voice carries the undeniable thread of Alpha dominance, a command that cannot be denied even if you wanted to. Your body shakes beneath him as his fingers threaten to send you directly into over-stimulation, unable to keep your eyes open under the fire of pleasure blazing through your body. Sy’s face falls to your neck where your head is thrown back into the pillows and he greedily takes in your pleasure-drenched scent. “That’s my good girl, so fuckin’ good for me. Fuck.” “Sy,” You whimper his name so sweetly as you tangle your fingers in his hair and it sends him over the edge into a devastating orgasm. His growl is more animal than man as his knot locks him inside of you. He buries his head and finds the crook of your neck, breaking the flesh as his sharp teeth sink into your skin, claiming you as his. Screams blow past your lips, your chest tightens in pain, loving and hating the sensation all at once. Relief takes over once his tongue meets the small incisions made on your skin, his saliva filling the holes and alleviating the wounds as he licks up the blood. “That’s it ‘mega. Doing so good for me. So perfect for your Alpha.” Your heart flutters at his claim, have never felt as close to anyone as you do right now. You start to get overwhelmed with emotion as tears begin to fill, the connection between you and Sy binding stronger than ever and you couldn’t be happier. It felt like you were floating in thin air. Your body is unable to focus on any pain right now. Sy sucks the bond mark, easing the pain. “C’mon, ‘mega, bite me. Gotta mark me, too, Darlin’, c’mon,” He urges and for a moment you think your muddled mind is making you hallucinate. It isn’t exactly unheard of, an Alpha accepting their Omega’s mark, but it isn’t common, either. An alpha accepting a bite mark showcases an alpha submission and devotion to their omega. Your heart flutters in your chest as you lean up to kiss his neck before giving him a matching mark, right above his collarbone. Sy lets his mind run on that primal instinct of cleaning and caring for his mate, carefully licking the mark he left seared into your skin. It takes a moment’s shuffling, but Sy shifts until he’s got you settled on his chest to wait out his knot. It’s endearing, the way his hands rub up and down your bare back soothingly. His balloon size knot spurting out warm cum inside of you, you moan at the sensation and Sy growls lightly. Soft kisses slowly turned into licks, you were a little confused “what are you doing?” “Cleaning you up,” he answers calmly, his even more heightened senses finding nothing strange with this method of aftercare. You’re too immersed in your thoughts to question him any further; if this is what his alpha side was telling him to do then so be it. It goes on like that for a few days. In between the desperate bouts of fucking and sucking, Sy insists you let him feed you. Little bites of fruits and the protein rich heat snacks you kept around for this very scenario, held up to your lips by your insistent Alpha. The one time you tried to sneak from your bed while he slept ended with you fucked and knotted over the kitchen island. And even though it was a slightly uncomfortable position to be stuck in… It’s everything you want, everything you’ve ever wanted without even realizing it.

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acupofqueercoffee · 6 months

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“Caught in a web, drunk on love”

Shutara Senjumaru x Reader

wc : 3100

cw : not really unrequited love // jealousy // misunderstandings // a sprinkle of drama // fluffy floofs

well what can i say. she’s so mommy and i’m a hoe for mommies so i couldn’t help it. always wanted to write something for her but i was just needing that little push which obviously her bankai gave me 😩

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Spider. A creature you have never been too big of a fan of. Those creepy crawlers with their beady eyes and fuzzy limbs are, and will always be the genesis of your nightmares. Simply the idea of the word will forever have dread burgeoning within you and ice cascading down your spine, or so you have believed. Why, then, are flowers blooming inside your chest as you watch the bane of your existence weaving a web? In other words, you are atrociously, irreversibly, positively, and utterly fucked.

In the Soul King Palace, you are one of the less important guards under the direct command of one Shutara Senjumaru. Less important of course than the esteemed Royal Guards, but certainly on par with the strongest of shinigamis. Although there is no official title to it, your position beside your lady is an equivalent of a Lieutenant down in Seireitei.

Ever since the beginning, the divine general of the north, with her onyx hair and golden halo, eyes oozing with mesmerism, and lips a delightful red, but the most arresting of all, her spindly automatonic limbs sprouting from her back like six unworldly wings, has reminded you of a spider: one that is elegant and teeming with splendour. The lady’s introduction into your life has seeded in you a habit of conjuring up her face whenever you see or even think of your once-dreaded friends. In fact, when you think of an eight-legged crawler, you are rarely thinking of one and very much thinking of the six artificially limbed stunner. Hence, you are decisively fucked.

In pursuit of comfort, your hand, as if having a mind of its own, glide towards your waist where a knitted red charm dwells, the tassel of which dangles from the white sash of your uniform. Running delicate fingers along the intricate patterns of fine silk, your lips flourish into a smile.

From socks to scarfs and whatnots, your lady, the great weaver as her name suggests, has tailored many a thing for you. Not only has she remedied a great many holes in your battle worn uniforms, she has also graciously showered you with a miscellany of pristine garments. After all, artisanship is your lady’s forte, occurring as naturally as breathing to her, and her six hands are either sewing, knitting, embroidering or doing all three of it at the same time. She does it with such great finesse and dexterity that she may as well be carving a statue of herself out of your heart, for it worships the very ground she walks on.

When you notice her presence, you smell it before you hear it. Delightfully floral with a touch of dark undertones, heavenly, mysterious and so undoubtedly her.

“It was my understanding that you have a strong dislike for them, no?”

Comes the mesmerising lilt of her voice, glazed with a trickle of tease, and you smile a little, knowing smile, bringing your gaze from the spider to its human counterpart.

“I’ve steadily started finding them charming I’m afraid.” The little blossom of a smile on your lips once you search her eyes is that of softness. Your lady regards you coolly with a barely noticeable smile, drenched in enigma by her siren-eyed gaze, the caress of which is well-nigh tangible on your face. It does a quick travel to your waist, and upon finding the gift that you carry on your body since acquiring it, a hum spills forth a pair of bewitching, blood-red lips.

“Walk with me.”

You take the hand that she offers, smooth, spindly and rather ample in size that you are only truly able to grasp two of her lithe digits.

“With pleasure, my lady.”

“Am I allowed to wonder what exactly is the architect of your change in impression of arachnid? You of yore would flee the site if she so much as catches a glimpse of an itsy-bitsy one, I’m sure.”

You love that she remembers things about you the way you do things about her. She fancies her tea with a drizzle of honey. Not unlike a spider, she does have eight arms, the two of which are of her own flesh and blood, and because she keeps them hidden under her cloak at all times, only a handful of people have witnessed them. You have, during a visit to the hot spring in Kirinden. Nobody has given her a gift personally hand crafted by them, so when you have made for her a braided charm, a very clumsy attempt at that, she has told you that she would cherish it, and cherish it, she does. Despite it being faulty, it has found its forever home tucked safely in the red sash of her outfit, the tassel of it peeking out from under her haori with every elegant step she takes. Playful banter is her favourite pastime and it amuses her greatly that you indulge her. So once again, you do.

“You have every liberty to wonder, my lady. The decision to answer lies in my hand after all. I will say this though, it’s who rather than what.”

“My,” So she drawls in a tone that deliciously tickles your spine, and when she stops, you do too, watching as lips reveal teeth in a kittenish smile. “is that so?”

You have an inkling that to an extent, she knows of your fondness for her, evident in the way she humors you. Judging from her behaviors, she does not appear entirely opposed to it, and you might even go as far as saying that there is a good chance of her considering you should you confess.

Suddenly, a droplet touches your cheek. In the small interval of time that it takes for you to look up, your lady has expertly woven an umbrella out of thin air, all the while her one hand holds onto yours. By the time a drizzle escalates to a downpour, you are well under the protection of your lady’s masterful craft. However, your heart is going haywire, for the space between the two of you has considerably narrowed when your eyes meet. Leaning forward, a cool pad of a thumb presses a delicate kiss onto your cheek, caressing the wetness away from your face which inadvertently leaves a pink tinge in its wake.

“Let’s call it a day, shall we?”

At your nod of approval, she adjusts her hold on you, slipping her fingers just so that your hands are intertwined together. The tips of her robotic digits easily reach your wrist, and when the cool pad of her thumb gingerly traces the hummingbird flutter of your pulse, the little creature coos inside your ribcage.

Roses are red.

The sky is blue.

And oh how you love Senjumaru.

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“Yoohoo Shutara, look who I found dilly-dallying around!”

The guffaw of Hikifune jolts Senjumaru out of her bath induced reverie. Her head tilts, propped up by her fist, the dark waterfall of her hair swaying slightly as her eyes lazily search her friend.

Think of the devil and the devil is here.

A ghost of a smile graces her lips, for she finds you tucked under the arm of the ruler of grain. It has been a while after all since the two of you have spent time together.

“Can you please unhand me?” More laughter ensues, louder this time, and your request is effectively nipped in the bud. Ruffling your hair, she tugs you closer to the point that you are smothered by her generous bosoms.

“Lady Hikifune, you- you’re-”

Killing me with your breasts! You wanted to say, but instead, you are left a sputtering mess.

“My my, haven’t you bagged yourself a cutie, Shutara!”

Granted, Senjumaru would find the sweet strawberry shade on your cheeks ridiculously charming, that is, if it had been a product of her doing. Certainly not after you have just been called a cutie by a woman who has her breasts shoved into your face.

And so, she rises with all the grace of a nymph, droplets on her body twinkling like little diamonds in the soft light.

“Why Kirio, I thank you on behalf of my girl for escorting her to me,” Meanwhile, she has effortlessly drawn you into her arms, one of which is slithering across your waist. Alas, the little wasp has been caught in a spider’s web. “but if I do recall, you have matters to attend to, have you not? By all means, do not let us hinder you.”

“Ugh now my mood is spoiled, thank you very much Shutara.” The divine general of the south’s voice drips with sarcasm, and that of the north replies just as sarcastically. “Of course.”

“On another note, I smell ya later cutie!”

With a wink thrown towards your way, the cheery general is gone.

“Wild woman.” Murmurs Senjumaru as two fingers pinch the bridge of her nose.

You on the other hand, through the flimsy fabric of your robe, can feel her body pressing into your back; all the ridges and the valleys, every dip and dent, and lord is she so wonderfully soft.

Suddenly, along with a ghost of a breath on the shell of your ear, her voice greets you. “Hello there, my girl.” Like a dollop of butter on a pile of warm, fluffy pancakes, you melt, all giddy and toasty inside. “Now that you’re here, could I trouble you to give my hair a wash?”

“It’s no trouble at all. I’d be delighted to.” You do not dare turn lest your legs fail you, and in a desperate need of a moment of reprieve for your sorry little heart, you chance a glance at her. “Why don’t you go relax in the water, my lady. I’ll be right with you.”

There is a beat of silence before you feel hands on your hips and a delicate touch of lips on your nape.

“Do not keep me waiting for too long.”

The milkiness of her skin practically glows in the warm water while her luscious mane, like the finest of silks, effortlessly slips through your fingers. The urge to bury your nose in her silky smooth strands is strong, but not as strong as the urge to nuzzle your face in the exquisite beauty of a neck that is captivating you from beneath those onyx mane. Lost in a daydream, you do not realise that you have paused amidst your task until your lady turns towards you. Without so much as a warning, she pulls you into the pool. The sorry excuse of a cloth on your body gives way to water, and you mirror your lady in that you are now thoroughly soaked and bare.

Her gaze roams, and you notice the exact moment that the warm mischievous glint in her eyes goes glacial. She has seen your body, or rather the marks peppered across your neck and chest in varying shades of red. Her face is unreadable, the very picture of aloofness, and although it stings, although it seems as if a chasm has suddenly appeared between the two of you, you try to bridge it, take a step, an olive branch of sorts. It is your darkest nightmare comes true however when she avoids the hand that reaches for her, a look of, dare you say, disgust etched onto her face, and without so much as a word, she takes leave.

What have you done wrong, you do not understand.

All you know is that you feel discarded as though you are but a stale meal.

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To have been branded by this enchantress of a woman and afterwards carry the very traces of herself on your body, even with a good chance that she will no longer have any recollection of your little moment together, has filled you with bliss as much as having her mouth on your flesh did.

Although her mien has betrayed nothing and she was the very picture of poise, you knew she was drunk as soon as endearments fell freely from her lips. “My darling sweetheart” so she has called you, and you have been too naive, too lovesick to believe that, albeit being under the influence of liquor, she has peppered you with kisses while thinking of you, while still being aware that it was on your body that she was leaving her traces. Alas, it has never crossed your mind that you would turn out to be a cheap substitute for the one she truly desires.

“Oi oi Lady Senjumaru has brought a girl to her palace.”

When you have heard such murmurs amongst the guards, as selfish as it is, you were hoping it to be a falsehood.

Your little glimmer of a hope is crushed into smithereens once you are summoned to her chambers only to have your heart join the pile of dust on the ground. Nestled in your lady’s arms like a baby bird, a naked girl mewls and trembles whilst red lips leave messy kisses along her jaw and down the length of her neck.

The spider is making a show of devouring its prey, but instead of fear, you fall victim to pain, oh wretched, unforgiving pain. She is being deliberately cruel because ultimately, you are an audience to this play only due to her invitation.

“My darling little sweetheart.” And you watch, drenched in melancholy, as your lady savours the lips of someone who is not you.

Oh.

“You.” Comes the voice, indifferent unlike the loving coo that was just uttered to the girl cradled close to her chest. “I want you to tidy up my place while I take my darling home.”

Oh.

A nod, or rather, a bow is all you can manage so as not to bare your features that is now marred with an endless cascade of tears.

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Peeved would be a horrible understatement. It does not bode well with Senjumaru that while you were all she could think about, you had been cosying up to another, who, for all she knows, could have been one of her friends. Judging from the little display the other day, it could very well have been Kirio. How laughable she must have appeared, being all overly defensive for naught.

She admits however that she was unnecessarily cruel with her reaction, and that her little act of revenge was childish at best. Essentially, she has only herself to blame, misinterpreting your innocent admiration for her to be something else, something sacred. And now, with that calloused display of hers, she might have even ruined the bond that the two of you have shared.

No matter how she reasons with herself, it still perturbs her after all, and once again, something ugly rears its head when she finds more of those lingering hickeys on your body while she crosses paths with you in Kirinden.

Good and evil play a tug of war, and evil emerges victorious.

“Back from another fun, I presume?”

“Why do you care?”

“My, what gives you the impression that I do? I’m merely curious which one of my comrades’ bed one of my guards is diligently warming every night.”

“Curiosity kills the cat, Lady Senjumaru.”

Rising out of the pool like a predator on a hunt, she corners her prey. Whereas her spindly arms manipulate you so that you are facing away from her and then, trap you against the wall, her two hands find home in the dip of your hips, pulling you until your back fits into the curve of her body.

“And oh does it pounce!” Growls the hunter as lips find your nape, teeth bestowing bruises and tongue soothing stings, all the while you shake like a leaf in her bodily confine.

Her hands wander over to your ribcage, holding you there, thumbing the soft underside of your breasts. It has your back curving into her body.

“Swift work is my biggest selling point, you understand. Do not underestimate the name of Senjumaru.” The sinking of her teeth directly into the throbbing vein on your neck triggers your fingers to dig into the flesh of her thigh. “Shu- ngh- Shutara.”

Senjumaru remembers a dream, an all too tantalising dream. In it, her charming little prey was deliciously caught in her web, and the great weaver has taken her sweet time savouring the delectable creature. What a divine little thing her prey was, squirming in her grasp and panting her name, ambrosia to her ears, while her mouth has mapped as many inches of skin as she could manage, committing everything to memory. It stays with her even when dawn breaks, except that, the dream she had was all but a dream, eluded Senjumaru.

Amidst her arm twining round your chest, she hears it, a broken little sound that is but a tiny whisper.

“Why are you doing this to me?”

The lady turns you in her arms. With gentle fingers, she tucks a few wayward strands behind your ears to reveal more of her colourful works, which she gingerly traces with a delicate digit.

“These were my doing.” It is not a query, merely a statement.

“I understand that you have mistaken me for someone else.” You release a sigh, eyes slipping shut when a thumb presses onto a particularly sore spot. “So please, just let me be.”

“Is that what you want of me? To let you be?”

“What I want doesn’t matter.”

“Why doesn’t it matter?” Your attempt to flee from her gaze is effectively put to an end by a hand cradling your jaw. Mindlessly, a thumb bestows soft caresses to the apple of your cheek. “Answer me.”

“It just doesn’t, alright? Because I’m not- I’m not what you want.” When you look into her eyes, she finds in yours the first dew of tears, and before they could escalate into a cloudburst, she pulls you into her six-armed embrace, your face safely tucked into the nook of her neck. Along with a soft lingering press of a kiss atop your temple, she breathes her words into your skin. “Though I have a penchant for darning, it seems I’m superb at tearing the one thing I want perfectly weaved.”

“I hate you, my lady.” By the way your hands are fisting into her flesh as though your life depends on it, she begs to differ, though she only indulges you, a ghost of a smile hanging loosely on her lips. “Do you now?”

“Very much so. I hate that I love you.”

“Oh, but my dearest, how I love that you love me.”

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Someone Older, Just a Little Bit Colder.

Summary: Yoon Y/N and Lee Minho. Perfect enemies. But when some guns and roses get mixed up with both of them, I wonder what the fates have weaved for their story.

Pairings: Fem!reader × Minho, classic Enemies to Lovers. Includes rest of Skz and other groups

Warnings: lots of violence, blood, murder, guns, swearing, mention of food, mention of dead bodies. There is a lot of violence so please do not interact if you are sensitive to these things.

A/N - I finished this finally. This took a lot of time and it is probably my longest work till date. I took inspiration from an edit I saw on Instagram. So here you go! Please enjoy this and feel free to give me feedback. I don't like some parts of the fic that much tho. Cause I was very lazy when I wrote them.

Song rec:

1: I need someone older

"No, no, no" Mournful voices were surrounding your frame. "No this can't be happening. Please Y/N!" Tears, not yours, dripped onto your skin as something red mixed with it to create a pretty little cocktail. "Fuck princess wake up! Fuck no....."

"Y/N! Come down quick! You've gotta get to school!" Another day of school. How mechanical was your life. In your final year of high school, you'd have thought that your life would have sugar, spice and everything nice. But instead, you got stuck with a robotic schedule, which consisted of waking up, going to school, coming back, food time, homework, checking to see if any colleges had sent you mails and then going back to sleep. But you couldn't really complain, because you were in Jeju Island. Literally everyone here had the same robotic schedule. Well maybe except for the richest people here. Your family was what was known as the middle classes. You lived comfortably, but not too plushily and your mom and dad both had jobs. Your elder sister Jinhee and you basically raised each other and now, with Jinhee, already graduated and married (since she was seven years older than you), you were left all alone in your turquoise room, with white borders and black finishes. It wasn't the fact that you weren't happy or anything. But, as a child of the Cosmos and as a ruler of the skies and tides, you wanted to feel that feeling that people had when they would roll around in the grass, or buy flowers from a sweet old lady, or wear ridiculous nail polish with someone, keeping the stories of the stars to yourself, whenever someone asks 'what did you do last night?'. But wasn't that why fairytales existed? To tell you that getting all those things was nothing but a mere dream? A dream which you hoped would come true? Which you hoped that the universe would understand your heart's desire and grant it to you?

"Be safe alright? Got your pepper spray?" "Yes ma don't worry. Im always safe aren't I?" Your mother kissed your forehead gently before letting to walk off to school, pepper spray in hand, knife hidden up the sleeve of your blue school sweater. The road from your house to your school was one of the safest ones. It was a suburban area, with families like yours lining up the street. You had no problem walking by yourself, and casually greeting the wakening families, with their toddlers and teenagers. You felt safe here and in the rare times there was some danger, you knew you could kick their asses (flashback to that one time you thought your dad was a stranger and accidentally kicked him hard in the shin. He still doesn't forgive you for that)

"Miss Yoon. Are you walking alone your highness?" That voice. That voice was perhaps the bane of your existence (not the object of all your desires. Sue me for using Bridgerton right now). A smooth black car pulled up next to you as you were just a metre away from the school. The windows were rolled down to reveal a young boy, your age with fluffy plum brown hair, cat like eyes, a sharp nose and a smirk on his stupid face. Lee Minho. Also known as the worst person you knew. And no this wasn't an enemies to lovers scenario. It usually is but this? Yeah absolutely not. Lee Minho had been your childhood neighbour since he was six. He lived with his grandparents since he was six, with his parents being in one of the richest families of South Korea and working in Seoul. He also went to your school, which was weird considering he was basically a billionaire and still chose to go to the 'middle class' school along with his his seven friends, who coincidentally were also from the seven richest families of South Korea.

"Oh no Minho. I wasn't walking alone. I have an invisible friend that you can't see from behind those stupidly pretty eyes of yours." You threw him a glare as his smirked just increased in size. "You think my eyes are pretty?" "Oh for fucks sake. What do you want?" "Language, princess." Minho chuckled and unlocked the passenger seat door. "Get in." You let out a chuckle and said "With you? Oh no thank you. I would rather go to Hell and dance with the devil." "Oh come on princess." Minho's face only widened even more to form the face of the devil himself. "You know people who die to even touch my car. You're lucky I'm offering you to ride in it." You rolled your eyes at him. So fucking cocky for no reason. You decided that you couldn't take it anymore and just started walking with a small 'I'll see you at school Minho goodbye now.'. Minho seemed to have taken the sign as he locked his doors, rolled the windows down and sped away to school.

Finally some peace. You breathed in the September air as you watched the Magpies fly around with their mates. You always loved Magpies, courtesy to your dad always encouraging you to birdwatch whenever you were free, with the pink binoculars you had. And today, in the serene September air, it felt good, watching two birds in love fluttering around, probably having a conversation about who knows what. There was that odd feeling in your chest again, that feeling which you pretended wasn't loneliness. People never understood the difference between alone and lonely. Yes you can be alone and you can enjoy it to your fullest. Some of your friends loved to be alone, eating chocolate, reading a nice book, sitting by the rain, all of those aesthetic things those Pinterest people do. You always craved to be like that too, but you never could. And you still had to learn to accept the fact that being basic wasn't a bad thing.

"Babe your foundation isn't blended properly come here. Hasn't Mama Huh taught you anything?" Your best friend Yunjin greeted you at the stairs of your school, with her bright unicorn bag and her perfect makeup as usual. "Sorry sweetheart. I really can't focus today." Yunjin gave you a sympathetic look as she blended the foundation on your neck with her hands carefully. "Is it Lee again? I swear to God one of these days I'm gonna go and tell him that you like him and then he'll confess to you and then this can be an enemies to lovers novel where I'm the sassy, amazing best friend who saves the day." You laughed at Yunjin's rambling. "And I thought Chaer was more delusional than you." "Do I hear my name?" A pretty girl with long black hair and perhaps the greatest jawline in the world came up behind you. Lee Chaeryoung, cousin of Minho and your second best friend, also your prettiest friend (sue me she's my wif- I mean my bias) "Hey Chaer. By the way have you guys completed Mr Hong's assignment?" Yunjin groaned at your words as she pulled out a red copy from her bag and opened it to reveal her messy handwriting. "I stayed up to finish this shit. Why do we need to analyse what a curtain means in Shakespearean language? Like I don't know. It could mean the heroine wants to be at an orgy for all I know." Chaer hit Yunjin's arm as you laughed at went inside the school to go to your English class along with Yunjin. Chaeryoung stalked off in the other direction, to her biology class, as you entered the class, where Mr.Hong wasn't present yet. You always dreaded English period, not because you weren't good in the subject, but because of the seating arrangement. Yunjin would always sit at the back of the class while you were stuck in the front with Minho. You internally groaned as you walked up to your seat, where Minho and Chan were talking to each other. Chan was a good friend of yours since your mom was the head of the Jeju Island branch of his dad's buisness. Curly haired, eyes filled with stars and the most gentle behaviour ever, he came straight out of a goddamn book. You always wondered how he became friends with Minho, considering both of them were as different as chalk and cheese. But then again, they has been brought up together, by their grandparents while their parents would stay in Seoul to run buisness.

"Hey Chan. Did you get those physics notes done yesterday?" Chan greeted at you with than omnipresent smile on his face as he nodded fervently like a puppy. "Yeah I got them done! It was really hard though. I really hope Mrs.Choi is absent today. So she can't call me out on my 'mistakes'." You smiled fondly at Chan as he took his seat on your other side, while Minho toyed with a blue hairband. Your hairband. "Minho where did you get that?" He turned to look at you and gave you that smug smirk again. "Why princess? Is it yours?" You scowled as you reached forward and grabbed the hairband out of his hands and stuffed it into your bag. "Yes it is mine! I think you'd know that considering I have been looking for this ever since the playground incident from when we were seven! Oh but I think you wouldn't remember that would you? Considering you're an ajhussi." It was Minho's time to scowl now and he scrunched up his nose like an angry bunny and stuck his tongue out at you, all while mumbling "I'm only two months older you know.", As Mr.Hong entered the classrooms in his pinstriped shirt and began asking for the assignments.

The rest of the day went as normal. You went to all of your classes, had a gossip-filled lunch with Chaeryoung, Yunjin, Miyeon, Sunoo and Jake, accidentally spilt water over Sunghoon from Chemistry, and got top grades in biology as usual.

Gosh September was good. September was lovely. People don't really get why September was so comforting to you. And to be frank, you didn't get it either. But there was this aura that September had that you couldn't shake. It wasn't just all pumpkin spice lattes or orange scarfs. It was..... Something else. Something you couldn't describe. You know that feeling when you bite into an ice cream cone? It crumbles all over you, but you love that feeling, that crunch combined with the sweet ice cream inside. That's what September was.

The bell rang loudly as school got over and you went over to the the basketball court. Being captain of the girls team, you always needed to stay back after school in order to train your team. "Unnie come quick would ya!" Chaewon, the team's greatest shooter called out to you. "Im not that late today Chaewon. That's a record for me!" Chaewon rolled her eyes as she adjusted her shorts. "Y/N are we gonna discuss some tactics for next week's game then? Cause I drew a lot of shit last night and I don't want it to go to waste." Wonyoung, the team's co-captain was nudging some papers into your hands. You gave her a quick smile as you looked over all the loopy drawings she did. "Oh and girls! Please remember to get your registration documents tomorrow! I really don't want to submit them late to Coach Kim." All your teammates nodded at your words and went on to the court, where to your dismay, Minho and his team were also practicing. You were annoyed. You had booked the court for today and has specifically checked with both of your coaches and yet again, your mortal enemy was playing with his team on what was meant to be your court. "Yah Minho! Get off the fucking court. We have it booked for today!" You gave him the biggest glare that you could muster, while he simply strode up to you, ball in hand, and that stupid smile on his face. "Aww princess. You booked the court for today? Well sad because I booked it earlier. I have a signed consent form from Coach Kim too. So either you can get off the court or we can have a practice game together." You felt like blowing up the earth below his feet right now but you couldn't do anything when he showed you the piece of paper on which Coach Kim had signed specifying that the boy's team could play today. "Fine then. But a practice game? Together? Boys versus girls?" Minho simply nodded at your words as you looked back at your girl standing behind you who were currently looking like they wanted to go to war. Seeing their determination, you extended a hand forward to Minho and in a assertive tone, said, "You're on then Lee. I wanna watch your pretty little face when you lose really badly. So what's the prize then?" You regretted asking that question when you saw Minho's face turning into that evil little smirk again. His team was assembled behind him and now you were a bit scared, considering that your tallest player was the size of their shortest one. "How about........ loser has to take the winner to that nice ice cream place that just opened down the street? And it'll only be us two. You know, captain to captain." Hearing that both your team and Minho's team broke out in high pitched 'ooohs' (yes even the Bois) as if you were doing something scandalous. You had no choice but to accept so you extended you hand again as Minho gripped it with his veiny hands and shook it firmly.

Chan and Chaeryoung were sitting by the stands since neither of them played and you smiled gently at them talking and giggling so fondly. The game started with one of the assistant coaches, Jungwon, refereeing. You were more determined now than you were at last month's regional games. You had to beat Minho and he had to take you to that stupid ice cream place. "Scared princess?" Minho asked as you assembled on the half line. You didn't say anything but threw him a smirk, hoping that it would catch him off guard. "Alright, ready set. Rumble!" Jungwon blew the whistle and threw the ball up in the air as you reached forward and managed to slap it onto your side of the court, where Wonyoung caught it and swiftly passed it on to Chaewon, who was standing by the hoops. You heard Minho scolding Jeongin, who was defending Chaewon, for not blocking her properly as you high fived Wonyoung for the quick pass.The rest of the game pretty much went the same way as you kept using witty tactics while Minho kept using speed and strength, which you knew was his greatest weakness. From time to time, his shirt would fly up ever so slightly and you would get distracted for a split second by his abs (which you scolded yourself for).

"Guys can you stop now please? It's 7:30. I'm going home now and you guys should too before they shut the school gate." Jungwon finally ended the game as you looked over at the scoreboard. You had won! You hugged Chaewon tightly before striding up to a very sweaty Minho who, not even in the slightest, looked defeated. "So, Mr Lee. You owe me ice cream now." He gave you a small smile, which made your heart leap, and said "Of course your Highness. Do you wanna get changed and then we can go? Or would you like to come being all sweaty?" You scowled at him and stuck your tongue out as you made your way to the changing rooms as he shouted behind you, "Meet me at the gate!" You quickly took a shower and changed into the tshirt and yoga pants you usually brought with you to change into after a sweaty game.

"Yah are you going to take me in your dumb car?" You questioned Minho as he pulled up by the gate. Chan had taken Chaeryoung home today so you didn't have anyone to walk you home, which was a plus point (for Minho). "Yes princess. Since the ice cream place is not at a walkable distance, atleast for my feet, we are going in my dumb car. And you don't wana walk home this late Y/N. It's dangerous you know? So get the fuck in and let's go. I'm hungry." You begrudgingly got in the car, silently admiring the sleep leather seats as Minho started the engine and turned the car. "Oh and Chan hyung already informed your mom and dad. They're not gonna come home tonight cause they're busy or something so I'll drive you back if you want." You snapped your head from the flying butterfly outside the window to Minho's concentrated face as you shyly mumbled a 'thank you'.

The drive to the ice cream was long and silent. You simply stated out the window while Minho stared forward, trying not to look at the way the rays of the setting sun fell on your skin or how your hair fell in that particular way that just felt good. Do the boys usually confess first? He didn't know. No he hated you. This is absolutely not fucking happening right now. You were Yoon Y/N, captain if the girls basketball team, annoying neighbour, beautiful mortal enemy. No not beautiful. Get out of it Minho!

"Uh is this the place? Looks cute." Minho's car pulled up near a tiny cafe like building called 'Jureimi's parlor', lit up in bright pink signs. "Oh yeah. I'll just park and we can go." You got out of the car as Minho parked nearby and got out too. "Is that boba flavoured ice cream?" You pointed at a brown coloured ice cream in ghe booth. The lady at the counter smiled at you as she nodded and gave you little sample cup. You offered a bit to Minho, who shook his head and went to find a table. "Get what you want. I'll pay." You rolled your eyes at him. He had to pay anyway for losing the game so badly.

You tasted the ice cream, which tasted like heaven and decided that you wanted this. "Can I get this in a cone please? Two scoops." The lady nodded and told her co worker your order, who went to the back to make it. You noticed some pudding cups on the shelf behind the lady. "Are those puddings?" "Oh yes. They're a new addition really. It's a favourite among all the grandmas here." You pointed at the vanilla one and asked the lady to give you that one, while you handed her the money and she handed you your ice cream and the pudding cup. You strode over to Minho, who was sitting with his legs wide open at the little round table in the corner of the store. "Is that for me?" He pointed at the pudding. "No dumbass it's for the Magpies." He gave you a sarcastic smile and grabbed the pudding cup from your hands. "I only got it for you cause this boba ice cream is expensive. So stop smirking at me." He looked up at you with those cat like eyes and slightly pouted, but remained quiet as both of you savoured on the sweet, sticky food.

"Dude how slow do you eat?" You watched Minho as he has halfway through his pudding, while you had already finished your ice cream. "Just slow enough to annoy you baby." You frowned at his words. "Do not call me that ever again. It's makes me wanna vomit." You made a gagging motion as Minho just simply chuckled. "Fine then. While I finish this amazing pudding, how about we play truth or dare hm? Because our impatient princess can't wait for five seconds without doing anything." You thought for a while before finally saying yes. "Alrightly then." Minho smiled at you. "Y/N. Truth or dare?" You picked truth, which seemed like the only viable option, considering the fact that you were in a shop, and Minho said, "How's your brother?"

Your heart dropped as you heard that sentence. How did he know about that? The blue shade of the shop spun around you as you tried to focus on anything else other than what just came out of Minho's mouth. Silence. Yes silence would work. Just give him a glare and it'll be over. "Oh come on princess. We all know what happened to your brother. I just wanna hear it from you personally." Your blood turned cold as your mind kept feeding you memories of that night. That faithful night. That peace filled night. That night when the Magpies stopped singing and September ran cold once more.

"Fuck you Lee Minho." Saying that, you picked up your bag and got up, slamming the chair to the ground, behind you. The lady at the counter looked up to see you walking about the door, pushing it agressively. "No Y/N wait!" Minho knew he had fucked up now. He had never meant to hurt you like this. He had learnt from Yunjin that you were already over your brother's incident. This was just supposed to be normal mortal enemy banter. How do you still remember? He quickly pulled out some cash and slammed it on the counter to the very shocked lady as he ran out after you. You wouldn't have gotten far. After all, you had to pass the school to get to your house. Minho quickly got in his car and started the engine with a blast. You had also left your headband in the carseat. So, that was another excuse for him to chase after you. He wasn't going to lose you again. Not now. Not when he was so close.

The street was dark and cold, lit up faintly by the wavering streetlights. This wasn't September anymore. You could feel December taking all the love out of September. And as you walked upon the concrete, you could feel the Magpies talking about you. You could feel the crescent moon feeling nothing but pity for you. You could feel all the plants with their bugs, looking at you and saying, "Yoon Y/N. You fucked up again just like you always do." You shouldn't have let your anger take control. But then again, when we deal with anger so long, she never tells us that her actual name is grief. Your brother was supposed to be a closed chapter of your life, but like a faded page of an Agatha Christie novel, he lingered on in your brain. All your family had far moved on, but you loved your twin brother, older than you by 8 minutes, too much to let him go from the dusty cabinets of your brain. You tried to forget his screams on that day and that cold, hard cackling but you couldn't. You were right there. Right in front of all the destruction, when your heart broke into a million pieces. Yet how could you forget such a memory?

"Y/N!" Minho was rolling up with this car next to you as you reached your house. The magenta coloured door was locked, your parents were still out on work. "Minho just fucking leave me alone. And I mean it this time. Don't even fucking talk to me." "Yn would you listen to me? Don't go inside the house!" What was this maniac saying? You stared at his figure getting out of the car and swiftly moving across over the lawn to your figure standing at the front door. "please just don't go inside the house." You noticed some figures behind him and you realised that Chan and his friends Jisung and Changbin were also there. "Minho what the fuck are you doing?" Minho looked at with what you thought looked like an expression of pity. "Just please don't go inside the house."

No you weren't going to listen to him. Absolutely fucking not. The last time you listened to him, you ended up in a mud covered ditch. Not today. "Fuck you and fuck your fucking existence Minho! I'm not listening to one word that comes out of that stupid mouth of yours." Before Minho could stop you and before Chan called out your name, you opened the door with gusto, only to be met, not with the familiar scent of Eau de Perfume but with the stench of iron. Your world came crashing down again. Your parents. Lying dead. On the floor. Of your house. Covered in blood. You were frozen. You couldn't move. A sense of familiarity came over you. You knew this feeling. This feeling of feeling like a thousand icicles had pierced your veins. All that came to your mind was him. No this can't be September. September was his birthday! It can't be this bad. No please don't let September be bad. "Y/N. Princess are you alright?" "Min- Minho. They're- they're not. No." The tears weren't coming. This wasn't sadness this was shock. "Chan hyung can you get her out of here? Jisung call the police. Now. Y/N. Y/N what are you doing!" You had strode up to your parents' bodies. Your mom was covered in more blood than your dad. Your dad looked like he was peacefully sleeping. Your mum's head seemed bashed in. Oh god the smell of blood. That night. All that remained was that night. You were too immersed in looking at your parents, that you didn't notice the creeping black figure in front of you. "So you're their daughter are you?" That husky voice was the last thing you heard before a gun shot, Minho's voice and the thud of your body. There was something warm on your stomach. And gooey. And red. This felt nice, you thought. Dying felt nice. If only he felt like this before....

Chan and Changbin slammed the man who had stabbed you onto the wall, destroying some photo frames in the process. Jisung turned on all the lights and went over to the two other men to get a look at the stranger. Minho, on the other hand, had rushed to your side, picking you up in his arms, towel pressuring the wound on your stomach.

2: Just a little bit colder

"Well well well, Mrs Yoon. How are the children?" Your mother cowered in fear as your elder sister and your dad were tied up next to the fridge in the kitchen. Your twin brother and you were in the clutches of some buff looking men. Eleven years. That's all you were. Eleven fucking years. "Mr. Wang I promise I won't leak the papers. I swear on my children. Please do not harm us." Mr. Wang or whoever he was striding up and down the carpeted room, white papers in his scarred hand. "It's ok Y/Nnie. I'm right here. It's just another November. September will come soon won't it?" Your brother, Doowon tightly held your hand and calmed you down, as your tears threatened to escape from their prison. "Mr. Wang. Please I beg you. Please do not harm me. You have the papers. What more do you want?" Mr Wang smiled at your mother. A cold smile. Shivering and undaunted. "Oh my dear Danbi. I have the papers of course, but you know how I do my work. I do not like bitches who butt their heads into everything. So I want your children to see how their mother is a little bitch." Mr Wang pulled your mother's hair as she screamed and cried out. "Hey don't do that to my mom!" Your borther screamed out as you but the hand if the man who was holding you. Both of you escaped from the clutches of the two men as Mr Wang looked on, slightly amused. "Or what little boy? You gonna beat me up?" Your brother stood his ground, not even daring to break eye contact. "Doowon get back please!" Your mum pleaded with Doowon, but he wouldn't listen. He stepped forward to Mr Wang and stepped painfully on his smooth black shoes. Mr Wang let out a cold laugh as he grabbed your brother by the neck of his shirt. "Grab the little girl too. Let her see how her twin meets with death." A man grabbed you from behind as your family pleaded and you thrashed around, trying to escape. "Let me go!" You screamed as the man took you upstairs while Mr Wang followed with your brother. You reached your bedroom door, which you shared with Doowon and Mr Wang slammed it opened pushing you and your brother inside. "Open that window, Brian." He spat at the man who grabbed you, while you and Doowon stood still. "Now boy. Come here. Come. Here. Now. Unless you want your sister harmed." Doowon looked at you and squeezed your hand before going ever to Mr Wang. And that was the last touch of your brother you had, before Mr. Wang pushed him out of the window on to the green grass below. Your screams had filled the neighborhood, scared the Magpies and threatened September to never come again. September's child,you told yourself. That's all he was. September's child, at the mercy of October.

"She'll be alright Minho. Just give her a few hours. She'll wake up." You were lying on an oak bed with grand purple bedsheets. You had a white sheet wrapped around your waist and your stomach, which stopped blood from coming out of your stab wound. Minho had taken you to his mansion outside of town, where all the sons of the mafias of Korea would hang out. Bang Chan, Seo Changbin, Hwang Hyunjin, Minho's brother Lee Felix Yongbok, Han Jisung, Kim Seungmin, Yang Jeongin and Lee Minho. Stray kids, they called themselves. Basically abandoned by their workaholic parents and brought up by relatives. "Hyung she'll be fine don't worry. Seungmin's aunt is the best surgeon in the country. She stitched Y/N up all fine." Changbin put an arm on Minho's shivering shoulder. Chan and Jisung were also there in the room, trying to comfort Minho and convince him that you would be fine. "What if she's not ok hyung? What do I tell her when she wakes up? Ho-how do I explain to her how I knew that her parents' bodies would be lying in her floor before she even got home? How do I fucking explain that?" Minho looked up at Chan with teary eyes. Chan was worried. Minho hadn't eaten or drunk water for the whole day, ever since you came out of that four hour long surgery. Never before had he seen Minho's cold face so filled with emotion. "Minho listen to me. You can explain everything to her once she wakes up. I called her sister and she'll be coming over in three days from Busan. Now please. You've got to eat something or drink water atleast. I promise you, Y/N will understand if you speak to her properly. Now come on, let's get some breakfast. It's 8 am in the morning. The boys would have woken up by now." Minho listened silently to Chan's words and simply nodded. Words weren't coming out anymore as he slowly got up from his chair and let go of your hand. Taking one last look at you, the boys left the room, all the while commanding two bodyguards to stand outside the door, making sure no one else can even come near you.

"Y/Nnie! Look what I can do!" "That wasn't a proper cartwheel Doowon, it doesn't count!" "Atleast I can do a cartwheel." "Yah don't stick your tongue out at me! Jinhee unnie! Doowon's making fun of me!"

'Do you remember? Twenty first night of September? Love was chasing the minds of pretenders.' "Happy birthday Doowon! I got a CD of your favourite song!" "Thanks Y/Nnie. Let's listen to this song on my birthday every year!"

Purple sheets? This was not your bed. Your bed had dinosaur sheets and made a rickety noise every time you moved. You noticed the white tape wrapped carefully around your waist and dared not touch it. You tried to remember what day it was and where you were as you slowly moved and leaned comfortably against the bed frame, groaning slightly as your stomach was hurting. Gosh what day was it? Was it still September? Or did October come to take you away again?

Lost in your thoughts, you looked around the room, trying to figure out whether you were still in Jeju Island or not. You noticed a drawer close to the bed. Curious, you opened the drawer, to find your phone, a bracelet and a picture of a you and Minho in your jerseys. That bracelet. It was the one which your brother had made for you. Which you hadn't seen ever since that day. And the picture was the one which was taken when you and Minho were elected captains of your basketball teams. You grabbed your phone hurriedly as you realised that this had to be Minho's house. You had to get out. Now. Your memory was coming back to you and you remembered the events that had unfolded the night before. Blood. The smell of iron. The blade of a knife. The tears of a plum brown haired boy.

You threw the sheets off of yourself and made to get up. Stupid decision, you told yourself as the moment your feet hit the floor, you fell down witha loud thud. "OUCH!" you cried out loudly, hoping that this was a soundproof house. Probably not, because five seconds later, you heard footsteps coming down to your door. The oak door swung open with a loud crash to reveal a panic stricken Minho, who had dark circles under his eyes, a worried looking Chan, who was clutching a half finished piece of toast and a very confused Seungmin, who was holding a cup of coffee in his hand. "I knew I shouldn't have left your clumsy ass alone." Minho grumbled as he made his way to you and gently lifted you up, taking care not to touch your injury. You should have probably thrashed around, but for the sake of not accidentally injuring yourself even more, you resisted, as Minho put you back on the head and flicked your forehead painfully. "Yah!" You exclaimed rubbing your forehead. "Ok first of all, where the fuck am I? Second of all, what the fuck am I doing here? Third of all, I know my parents are dead now, so what I am going to do?" You directed the last question at Chan, who scratched his hair and glanced at Seungmin, who was looking at you as if you were his hero. "You know noona, you can come stay with me if you don't wanna stay in Minho's hyung's house." Minho glared at Seungmin as Chan took him by the arm and forced him out of the room, before saying "Minho explain everything. And no I will not help you stop pouting." He slammed the door, leaving Minho and you all alone. All alone in this wood carved room. All alone to face September together. "Alright" Minho took in a deep breath. "Im going to explain everything to you princess. But you will not fucking interrupt me, got it?" You opened your mouth to fire something back at him, but you decided against it in the last moment and quietly nodded. "Alright here goes. First of all I am really sorry for bringing up your brother. I know it was an asshole move and I thought you'd have forgotten about it. Clearly you didn't so I'm sorry. Please forgive me. Second of all, yes your parents are dead. Im sorry Y/N but they are. We informed your sister, she'll come in a few days from Busan. And the reason I knew that your parents were dead and tried to stop you was because my cousin killed your parents." Pause button. Wait what?

"Minho what are you talking about? If this is some kind of joke I will seriously kill myself right here and right now." Minho looked at you with an expression of pure sympathy. "It's not a joke Y/N. You know your mom is the head of the Jeju Island branch of Chan's parents' buisness right? Well all our businesses are connected. And one day when you were a child, your mother had found some papers which proved that my family was in illegal work. My family was ready to forgive her but my cousin, Jackson, wasn't. All those papers were related to his dealings and he wasn't happy that a mere woman had found out about it. So one day, without my parent's knowledge, he found out about your family and well. I think you know the rest don't you?" Too many things. Too many things for your brain to process as it went back to that night. Mr Wang. Jackson Wang. Pretty name, you thought, as you tried to bring his face back to your memory. Scarred. That's all you remembered. Scarred face, scarred mouth, scarred hands grabbing your brother by the cuffs on his shirt. "Chan had found out first. You know him having contacts and all. And when he told me about it, there was this thing inside of me that told me that your parents were probably already dead. I know my cousin pretty well. And he isn't one for patience." "But what did my mom do now?" Minho sighed at your question. "She, she found out some more information about Jackson and she decided to step up. But we all know what happens to heroes don't we?" Your breathing had gotten more steady now and your hands had stopped shaking. Sadness wasn't arriving for you. Not yet. Was it September? Or was it because you never actually knew your mother and father? Because thinking about it, you actually never did.

"Y/N I think it's time to tell you what my parents actually do. What all the boy's parents actually do. We run an underground syndicate over the whole of South Korea. We own every piece of land in Korea. We have information about every person existing in this country. And I want to tell you that your mom was actually one of the most important people for our 'buisness'. She wasn't just some head of the Jeju Island branch. She was a personal spy for my father and mother, put here along with your dad, to spy against, uh, some people." Your head hurt even more with all the information that Minho was unloading on you. You held your head in your hands and massaged your temples gently. Minho looked slightly worried at this and nervously asked, "You ok princess? Want some breakfast?" Oh gosh his lips. "Or a doctor? You know what I'll get a doctor. Chan hyung will say no-" Those lips looked so kissable" "- but what if you don't feel well later on a faint and then you become even more sick-" Don't kiss him Y/N don't you dare. "-and then I'll have to marry you and take care of you foreve-"

Yep you couldn't keep it to yourself anymore. "I wanna kiss you." You blurted out, instantly cringing and regretting your words and Minho turned his head towards you, eyes wide and mouth slightly parted in surprise. "This is adream right? Oh shit I had too much coffee." You were surprised at his words. Wait did he dream of this in a regular basis or what? Or were in you in a coma and this was all in your head? You slightly moved in the bed and as your stomach slightly hurt, you thought, yes definetly not a coma. "Or you could just get me some breakfast? Im hungry and in pain right now." "O-oh yeah I'll just tell t-the guys to get you some. K cool bye Y/N! See you later definetly don't wanna kiss you haha bye!" You were in a state of euphoria as Minho left the room, a blushing mess. Did you just make the Lee Minho blush and stutter? Oh you could jump in joy right now. Well if you could jump. Was this wrong, you thought. Not feeling sad even though your parents had just died? Or were you too familiar with sadness, that meeting her wasn't a big deal anymore?

The door opened again after fifteen minutes to reveal a blonde- haired boy with the most prettiest eyes you've ever seen, carrying a breakfast tray, followed by a taller long haired boy, who looked like he came straight out of those anime comics you read. "Hey noona! Here's some breakfast! Are you feeling better now?" The blonde haired boy, who had a very deep voice, said in a cheery tone. You considered asking him if he was a pixie or an angel because God did he emit that vibe. That positive vibe that just made you wanna pick some flowers and braid them in someone's hair. "Oh hello there. Um thank you for the food. Im sorry if it was of any inconvenience to you." This time, the long haired boy responded instead, saying "Oh no Noona it's fine. Minho hyung would kill us, well specifically me, if, according to his words 'you felt any discomfort', so please eat up. Im Hyunjin by the way and this is Felix." "Im Y/N. Yoon Y/N. But I'm guessing you already knew that?"

"Well of course we know about you. Minho hyung doesn't stop talking to me about you." Jisung had just appeared at the door, dressed in a leather jacket with leather pants, making him look like a biker. "He literally talked to me about your favourite ice cream flavour for five house noona I'm not joking. So please would you tell him you like or something so that I can get out of this hellhole of listening to him?" You were slightly taken aback by Jisung's words and as he plopped and deflated onto the purple couch, you looked at him with a curious expression, "Oh I'm Jisung by the way. Minho's amazingly talented best friend." You heard Hyunjin mutter something along the lines of 'he forgot to add annoying'. "Um I have a lot questions that Minho didn't properly answer. May I ask them,if you don't mind?" You directed this question at Felix, who looked ecstatic at the thought of answering questions, as Hyunjin pulled up two chairs. "Yeah of course Noona! My brother is really vague so please forgive him for that." You smiled at Felix's words about Minho. "Ok first of all where are we right now?" "We're in the outskirts of Jeju Island. This is Minho's hyung's mansion. Well technically our mansion, but my parents are the ones who own it. It's really old and no one cares about it. So we carry out our, er, operations here." Seeing Felix say all that was like seeing a chick with a knife. "So do all of you have like different jobs here? Like in the books and movies?" Hyunjin chuckled at that. "Minho hyung told us you liked suspense literature. Well to answer your question, yes we do have different jobs here. Chan hyung is kind of like our leader. He basically gives all the contacts and manages our profile and connections. You know all the administration shit. Changbin hyung and this idiot over here-" He gestured towards Jisung who gasped dramatically, "-they are our muscle and also so the money work. Lix over here does all the hacking work since his parents trained him and also since he's obsessed with gaming." Felix turned red at that, "Seungmin and Jeongin are our snipers. They are really young but I mean none of us really had an actual childhood. I run the interrogation work. And Minho hyung basically does everything. He doesn't really have a designated position." The way Hyunjin said all of that in the most casual tone weirded you out. He talked as if he was talking about morning coffee, as if it completely normal and nothing suspicious. You smiled awkwardly at Hyunjin who simply stared out the window at the sunlight. "Are all of you so gorgeous over here?" You blurted out, to which Jisung choked on his own saliva, Felix blushed pink and Hyunjin blinked multiple times. "I mean unless you count Jisung out, then yeah all of us are really pretty." You laughed at Hyunjin's statement to which Jisung looked like a furious squirrel.

"Yah Yongbok, Hyunjin are you coming down?" You heard Minho shout from below. "Oh gotta go. Anyways it was nice talking to you noona! I think Minho hyung called the doctor to come in the evening, so you should probably rest up until then. Oh and-" Felix paused for a moment and pulled out a sketchpad from nowhere. "Don't tell Minho I have you this. He told me you like to draw so I sneaked this in here." With that, all of them left you in the room, with a sketchpad, your phone and September's tunes.

You wiled away the hours by drawing the room around you. You tried to draw Hyunjin, Felix, Jisung and Chan too. The house was quiet apart from the voices of whom you assumed was Jeongin and Seungmin talking very loudly. But something was distracting you. That bracelet. The bracelet lying on the bedside drawer. You knew that bracelet very well. It was the bracelet which Doowon had made for you when you were eight or so. And you hadn't ever seen it ever since that night. So what was it doing here? Minho had told you that his cousin and his family don't talk at all, so how was this bracelet here? Was Minho lying? No he wouldn't do that. Yes mortal enemy things but you didn't think this man would be crazy enough to kill. You picked up the bracelet and twirled it in your hands. It was pretty, with gold lining the thing.

You noticed something on one of the biggest pink beads of the bracelet. The bead was... Open? It had a line tracing it as if it was a Pokemon ball, ready to split at any moment to reveal your Pokemon. Curious, you dig your nails into it to open it up. After a few minutes of difficulty (and you almost giving up), you managed to open the ball up. Inside was a tiny piece of folded paper. It was so tiny indeed, that you wondered how someone had managed to fold it. You dug the paper out and unfolded its many layers of folds. This definetly wasn't there when your brother had so lovingly made it for you. The paper was faded, but still looked relatively new. There were some words on it typed out in red, black and blue. The words:.

Yoon Doowon

Birth: September 21, 2005 (Age: Unknown)

Job: Hitman, Ally, Possible heir

Status: Alive

3: Take the weight off his shoulders

'Do you remember 22st night of September? Love was chasing the minds of pretenders all while dancing the night away."

"God boss can you turn that off? It's been playing for an hour now." A stout man, dressed in tight black clothes, which fitted his muscles was sitting spread eagle on a nice blue cushion chair. Sitting in front of him on a much more bigger chair, was a man dressed elaborately in a white mink stole, a pristine white suit, with rings of all colours adorning his fingers, and a big black brooch on a golden chain stuck to his suit. "I won't turn it off until the chorus Brian. You know I love this song don't you? And you shall listen to it until your ears bleed out." Brian groaned and leaned back in his chair. "When is Mr Wang coming?" The man asked Brian. "It's possible he'll be arriving in a few minutes sir. But don't worry. I have intel that he got the job done well and good." "And the little rat? What about her?" Brian shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Well she might have gotten away. Lee's gang was there." The man threw his long hair back and threw off the stole, a frown and a red scar decorating his handsome face.

They were in a large room, an office, but it looked more like a King's throne room, where there were chairs for the ministers and wine glasses all decked with pink fluid. There was no door, but a few handing blue beads, which tinkled every now and then. "How could she have gotten away? Who did you send to kill them?" "I sent our best assassin sir." The man scoffed. "Well, clearly he wasn't the best. Does he have family?" Brian nodded in response to the question. "Good. Kill them." "Of course sir."

The blue beads tinkled as a heavily scarred man came into the room along with two bodyguards. "Mr Wang." The white draped man bowed deeply to Jackson who bowed back, only a bit. "Well well well Doowon. You did good. Your parents are dead. This deserves a toast. Shall we?" Doowon smirked at the man and got a green bottle from underneath the table. "Only the finest whiskey for you Mr Wang." Jackson chuckled coldly, taking a glass from the table and extending it forward to Doowon. "But-" Doowon said as he slowly uncorked the bottle. "I do not wish for your bodyguards to be here. You know how the Lee Family works? Even the most trusted allies can turn into back stabbers when their money is involved. " If Jackson Wang was startled, he didn't show it on his face. Instead he motioned for his guards to leave the room, who followed suit, although with a little uncertainty. Brian also left the room, leaving the two scarred men alone.

"Well then a toast. To me and you. Buisness partners." Doowon raised his glass in unison with Jackson, who drank up the whiskey quickly. "Mr Wang I have something to tell you." Jackson looked up at the younger man and waved his hand as if to say 'go on'. "First of all I just want to thank you for taking me in that night, when everyone thought I was dead. You were so ever so good with your observations to notice that I was only playing dead. And then you trained me and everything so thank you for that. And for telling me the truth about everything." Jackson simply nodded. He felt a sharp jab in his stomach and his head started to stir. Doowon was going out of focus now and in what seemed like a split second, Jackson Wang rolled off of the chair, onto the floor. Dead. "But I wanted to tell you sir." Doowon spoke to the limp body on the floor. "That I would like to take over by myself now. You're getting too old and I don't want you to interfere in my personal matters."

"How do you feel now Y/N? Better?" A pretty older woman was checking up on you. She wore a doctor's coat with the nametag 'Dr Kim' on it. She was Seungmin's aunt, the surgeon who had saved your life. "Well the pain has subsided a bit Dr.Kim. I still feel a bit dizzy every time I move, but I think I'm good now." Dr Kim warmly smiled at you as she checked your heartbeat. "Well in any case, I think you'll be fine by tomorrow. You can even walk around tomorrow if you like. But for now, just get some more sleep. I'll tell Minho and the boys not to disturb you alright?" Dr Kim gently squeezed your hand and packed up her equipment. She spoke to you as if you were her own child, with such delicate words and a comforting voice, something that your mother never gave you. "Um Dr Kim? Could you ask Minho to come up here please? If you don't mind?" "Of course honey! I'll ask him. Take care now." She gently kissed your forehead and went out the door.

"You wanted to see me?" Minho was dressed in a blue shirt, slightly open at the top and white pants. He looked so.... refined. And hot, exactly like a K drama CEO. God damn he looked delicious. Don't lick your lips. Do not lick your fucking lips Y/N. "Yeah I have some questions." Minho groaned as he shut the door and came forward to sit on the bed. "What now?" "Where did you get this bracelet?" You held up the bracelet to Minho, who looked at you, perplexed. "That's my bracelet, for your information. My mother gifted it to me. It's been in my family for centuries." Wait what now? "Minho stop fucking lying would you? My brother gave me this as a surprise gift when I was ten. And it went missing ever since the day he fucking died! So could you please tell me where the fuck you got this? Or I'm getting out of this bed and asking Chan." "Woah there princess." Minho looked at you, worried at your outburst. "Alright don't get out of bed please. I don't want you bleeding out and dying. But I'm telling the truth. This is the bracelet my mother gave me when I was twelve. It's been passed on from generation to generation in the Lee Family. It's a special bracelet, because it has these tiny chits inside the beads, telling the person who opens it who the next leader of, well, underground South Korea is going to be."

Too much information again. Number one, you could not stop staring at Minho's pretty pink lips. Number two, why did the chit inside the bead have your brother's name? And why did it say that he was alive?" "Wh-who puts the chits inside of this?" You asked Minho, carefully hiding the chit inside of your hand. "Well my uncle Wang dies. Jackson's dad. His great great great grandpa was the one who made this bracelet. So he has the right to choose the heir." "Minho I think you need to see this." You handed Minho the faded chit. He looked at it for a solid fifteen seconds before looking at you, blinking rapidly, just like how he does whenever someone surprises him. "Y/N oh fuck. Shit come on get up. Quick. I'll help you." "Wait Minho what? What happened?" You asked Minho as he gently wrapped his arms around your waist, supporting you as you slowly got out the bed, and onto your legs. "Y/N we need to get to a safer place. If- if what this chit says is true, you're in more danger than I thought." "Wait Minho stop. Would you stop for a moment? Minho- Lee Minho!" You shouted his name, which made him stop in his tracks, arms still supporting your waist, even though you could still walk fine. "Would you please explain to me what's going on?" "Come down to the hall." Minho sighed and told you. "The boys, except Chan hyung, don't know either. So I can tell them and you at the same time. It'll be easier won't it?"

You nodded, not saying anything. Your mouth was dry and words were not escaping it. Gosh September was meant to be good. Why was it so full of surprises?

"Yah Minho Hyung! Auntie told noona can't get up until tomorrow." Seungmin said to Minho as both of you cam doen the stairs. All of the boys were pin the living room, immersed in their own work. Seungmin and Jeongin were playing chess and Chan was on his laptop as usual. "Chan hyung. I think I've figured out who the Mink Thief is." Chan's head snapped from his laptop to Minho so fast, that you swore you heard a cracking sound. The other boys' attention was also now on Minho. "Are you joking or are you actually telling the truth right now?" Minho smiled at Chan's words and set you down on the couch next to Changbin gently. "No I am not joking. Look at this." He handed Chan the bracelet and the chit, which Chan twirled in his gorgeous fingers, all the while looking at it as if it was some alien substance. "Oh fucking hell. Not him?" Minho nodded at Chan's exasperated words as Chan slumped in his chair, setting his laptop down on the table. "Can anyone explain what's going on please? Minho hyung?" Felix asked. "Alright bitches-" "language Minho" "Hyung stop being so old. Alright bitches listen up. So first of all let me introduce you to a man named Yoon Doowon, also known to us as The Mink Thief, who has been sending our families threats for a long time, also know to Y/N as her dead brother." "Yah! Rude!" "Anyways, one thing that Chan hyung found out a few days ago is that The Mink Thief has been in contact with my cousin, Jackson, ever since the day of Y/N's brother's murder. Also Y/N," he paused at looked into your eyes. "Whatever I'm about to say next will probably shock you so please don't faint out of surprise." You looked at Minho with the best offended eyes you could.

Minho then continued in a much more serious voice, "Yoon Danbi, Y/N's mom has been a spy for my family ever since I was born. Her and her husband had been placed here in Jeju Island along with their only daughter Yoon Jinhee, for an important mission. But soon, people grew suspicious of how both of them would act all the time, leaving their daughter alone for such long periods of time, coming home late at deadly hours and blah blah blah. So, in order to make their family seem much more 'normal', they took in two children. Choi Doowon and Jeon Y/N." "Minho what the fuck are you saying right now." Why were there so many surprises? Was your entire life a lie? Were you adopted for some stupid mission or something? What kind of Marvel shit was this? "Yeah this is why I said, don't faint out of shock." Minho slightly chuckled as Chan looked at repramandingly. "Look yes it's true your parents aren't your real parents. But the thing is your didn't even have parents. You came straight from the orphanage. So when my family took one look at you, someone with no background information which can be traced, they thought you were perfect for this mission. I mean, think of it Y/N, haven't you ever saw your parents hiding any documents from you or getting afraid when you asked for your birth certificate whenever you needed to register for your basketball games?" Yes, when you thought about it, they did do that.

"Hyung don't you think you should have had this conversation somewhere more private?" Felix looked from your distraught face to Minho's. "We probably should have but I have shit to tell all of you too." Minho said to his younger brother. "When Doowon supposedly died that night, Jackson Wang got a new partner in crime. Doowon was probably still alive. I know that no one can survive a fall like that, but I seriously don't know how he survived. So what I'm assuming from this tiny chit here, is that Jackson probably told Doowon the truth about his true parentage and all, and then like a basic villain, Doowon wanted revenge and now Y/N's life is basically a fantasy novel." "Ain't that right?" You scoffed. "My entire fucking life is a lie. I mean is my name even Y/N? Are we just living in a hallucination? What if all humanity is meant to do is just live our boring lives until a giant space turtle comes along and kills us all?" "That would be a cool way to die." Jisung said, not even a bit surprised by your rambling. "Jisung." Chan looked at Jisung with a glare. "Alright listen up everybody. Now that the sad backstory is out the way, we need to get down to buisness. First of all we need to get Y/N somewhere safe. Well safer. So Y/N, would you be willing to go along with Jisung, Jeongin and Seungmin?" You nodded at Chan, who looked very relieved. "Great. Felix, Hyunjin, would both of you search out if Vernon's mansion is still protected and everything? " Felix and Hyunjin replied 'yes' to Chan and quickly went out the room. "Um noona we should get going. Can you walk by yourself?" Seungmin stood up and extended a hand to you, which you gratefully took and got up. "Yeah I can walk don't worry. Um where are we going?" Seungmin smiled at you, revealing his braces. "Don't worry about that. Just follow me to the car."

Fifteen minutes later, you were sitting in the back of a Bentley with Jisung, with Seungmin driving and Jeongin stared out the window, sitting quietly in the passenger seat. "You're lucky Minho hyung gave us his car noona." Jisung commented. "He never even lets us touch it. But then again, we're with you, so I guess that makes up for it." You looked at Jisung's wavy hair and thought to yourself that how can a sweet boy like him, be Minho's best friend. "Jisung, when you said Minho doesn't stop talking about me to you guys, what exactly does he talk about?" "Oh noona I could write an entire seven book Series about that " Seungmin responded instead of Jisung. "He doesn't ever stop talking about what your favourite song is, or what you wore today or how your hair falls in such a perfect way. And when we tell him to just tell you that he is pathetically in love with you, he sulks and says that he would rather kill himself." Well that was certainly surprising. "Oh we're here." Jeongin said, as the car pulled up to a massive iron gate, which had the letters C, H and V on it. What it was guarding was a massive black mansion, which looked very much like a vampire's lair, covered in vines of ivy with a statue of bat hanging out in the big yard. "Chwe Hansol. Also known as Vernon. This is his mansion. He's a good friend of Chan Hyung's and he lets us use the mansion whenever we want. It's the safest place in Jeju Island so we'll be good here noona." Jisung told you, as you stepped out of the car. The mansion looked so ethereal and as you walked into the yard through the gate, you wondered if this was the mansion which was described in the story of the vampire Carmilla. You lived and breathed for that story and you were excited at the thought of hiding in a place which looked exactly like Carmilla's mansion, where she took the blood of her lover, weeping over her body, and complaining about her death.

The boys pushed open the big dual doors of the mansion with difficulty, but not before Jisung had entered a pass code on the tiny keyboard thing which was on the right side of the door. This was indeed Carmilla's mansion, you thought as you entered the big living room, which was decked from head to toe in gold and silver. There was a magnificent chandelier hanging from the ceiling, along with busts of some vague looking people.

"Gosh this is so pretty." You said to Seungmin, who smiled and said "Wait till you see the ball room." You were about say 'theres a ball room here?' when suddenly the lights went out. "Ah fucking hell. Guys stay here with noona. I'll go and see what's wrong." You heard Jisung's voice. "I don't think you need to do that, my dear Mr.Han." you heard a cold voice, which didn't belong to any of the boys. "Who's ther-" Before Seungmin could finish his sentence, you felt a hit to your head, and you blacked out, before hearing Jisung shout, "Noona!"

"Y/Nnie. Wake up." Doowon said in a sing song voice. The boys were tightly tied up to the chairs, with cello tape around their mouths. You were also tied up to the big blue cushion chair, with Doowon, standing in front of you, wearing a red coat and that mink fur stole. He had three bodyguards with him, all buffer than Changbin, all carrying guns and all looking scary as fuck. "Y/N wake up you stupid bitch." Doowon slapped your face painfully, which made you slightly stir. "Hey don't do that she's injured!" Jisung shouted out, having managed to chew through his cello tape. Doowon looked at Jisung with a sarcastic smile and said nothing, while one of the bodyguards punched Jisung. "Doowon?" You had woken up and the surroundings were appearing more clearly now. Your stomach hurt so much and your brain was still fuzzy, except for your dead brother standing in front of you, smirking. "Oh hey Y/Nnie. You miss me?" He asked you in a cold voice you didn't recognise. Never September. This was not September's child standing in front of you. This wasn't September's child, who used to chase butterflies and gift you cute little stones, standing in front of you. "Doowon you're alive." You managed to cough out some words, along with a bit of blood. "Ahh yes I am. I assume your stupid boyfriend already told you what happened to me. So I'm going to skip over the part where I explain shit to you." He let out a cold laugh which made you flinch. "Doowon this isn't you. What are you doing?" You asked him, tears welling up in your eyes. "This isn't me? No Y/N this is me. I've been lied to my entire life and Jackson Wang told me the truth. He taught me the way to survive in our world. He's dead now by the way. Just like our 'parents'." "Doowon please. Stop this lunacy! Atleast let the boys go they haven't done anything wrong!" Doowon leaned down to your level and lifted your chin with his finger. You shivered at his cold touch. "Aww Y/N. Always so fucking innocent. Baby the boys are leverage. Soon the rest of the boys will be here and then after some introductions, I can finally rule all of South Korea." Your tears had escaped now as you looked over at the boys, who were knocked unconscious by the bodyguards. You felt like the most lowest human being on earth, when you looked at Jeongin's bleeding lip, wondering what Chan's reaction would be when he arrived here. "Brian! Go check if the doors are open please. I want them all to waltz in here and call for these pathetic boys. And then we'll hit them where they don't even know it hurts. Maybe we'll start with this one." He moved over to Jeongin. The man named Brian laughed and winked at Doowon. "I'll get the door sir." He moved out the room swiftly.

Fifteen minutes had passed. Fifteen silent minutes. This was silence which you did not enjoy. Silence was sweet in September, when only the Magpies chirped. But now, as you watched Jeongin and Seungmin slightly stir, silence became bitter. "Is Brian not coming? You!" Doowon shouted at one of the guards. "Go out and see where he is! Does it take this much time for the rascal to come back?" The guard obeyed and made to get up from his seat on a rickety wooden chair. BANG! A bullet shot went through the guards head, and as he slumped to the ground, with a pool of blood around his head, Doowon screamed and grabbed Jisung by his chin. "You! What have you done!" Jisung merely smirked at him as Doowon lay frozen there, staring at the body. "Oh for fucks sake what are both of you doing?" Doowon spat at the two remaining guards. "Go upstairs and check if the rats have entered the house already!" The guards nodded their heads fervently and went off in opposite directions, only to be met with two gunshots. The door burst open, as Minho and the remaining boys barged in.

"Doowon." Minho said coldly to Doowon, who merely smirked, trying to hide the fact that he had peed his pants a bit. "Well you found me didn't you? Good job Minho. You know Mr Wang told me how your family works. So I'm honoured that I'm actually getting to experience a member of the great Lee family trying to kill me." You were disgusted by his words. Where did your sweet Doowon go? Where did the boy whom you had cried for day and night go? "Let the boys and Y/N go. Now Doowon. And we won't have any consequences." Chan said to Doowon. He looked furious. You hadn't ever seen Chan like this. "Oh you can take the boys first and then I'll give you Y/N." Hearing that, Changbin and Hyunjin hurried forward, untied the boys, who were concious by now and supported them on their arms, as they carried them back to safety.

"Now Y/N's turn. Give her back to me Doowon and maybe you won't end up choking on your own blood tonight." Minho's voice made your heart go warm. He had nothing but cold fury in his voice. If you thought you had seen his anger on that one particular basketball match in Busan, you were mistaken.

"Now why would I do that? Sweet little Y/N is all ok tied up to his chair aren't you Y/Nnie?" He pulled your hair and kicked you hard in your stomach, which made you cough out blood. Yep, the stitches in your stomach had probably opened up. Fuck no, not now. Don't die in September. Let me wait for October. October seemed more comforting now. The Magpies had their babies in October. Im October, you could get boba on discount. In October, you could hand out with your friends whenever you want. In October, Minho would turn a year older. Wait how did you know that? Why was this room so fuzzy? Hey Minho's face. His beautiful face. It was going out of focus now. Good way to die isn't it. You hoped death came to you, wrapped in white silk and picked you up in her arms like a baby and put you in a cradle. A cradle painted orange and yellow. A cradle with Magpies on it. A cradle which loved all the months equally. But especially October. Especially October.

"Doowon, stop that! Stop fucking hurting her!" Minho screamed at Doowon. You were blacked out now and as Minho looked at your gently sleeping figure, his heart dropped to the bottom of his stomach. "And what if I don't? What will you do oh great Lee Minho? I have her in my arms and I can do anything I wa-" That was the last thing Minho heard before all he saw was Doowon's dumb face, struck with shock, bullet hole in his big head, blood staining his already red suit and his stupid mentality finally gone from this world. "Good job Minho. Now come on let's get Y/N. Guys get Jisung, Seungmin and Jeongin to the car. We'll get Y/N." Chan told the others, while Minho had already strode over to you. He hurriedly untied the ropes around your arms and legs and got you to his arms, fingers looking for your wrists, to check your pulse. Tears were coming out now. Tears he never knew would come for you. He loved you. So much. So much it was honestly pathetic. The way you scowled everytime you saw him, the way your eyes lit up whenever you got a high test score, the way you cherished December for your birthday, the way you existed. He loved everything about you. And he can't lose you. Not now. Not ever.

"Feeling good kitten?" You had woken up in Minho's house again, with Dr Kim checking your heartbeat and adjusting your blood pump. "Minho." You managed to breath out weakly, making Minho's heart drop again. He was quick to stand up and cup your face in his arms gently as tears poured out of your eyes. "Hey hey hey don't cry." He said so gently, in a tone which he never used with you. "No Y/N. Shh. I've got you. You're safe. You're safe." He hugged you gently, supporting your head with his hands as you silently sobbed into his shirt. Once you pulled away, you noticed that his shirt was wet from all the crying and that his eye bags were more prominent. "Im sorry. I'm so sorry Minho. I-I really didn't know about..... about him and I caused you all this trouble. I am so sorry." "Hey hey princess. Y/N listen to me." You looked into his eyes, which were twinkling into yours. "None of it is your fault. You hear me? None of it. If anything, I should have told you all that I know earlier but I couldn't. Because- because I- I love you Y/N." That was it. That's all it took. That's all it took, for your eyes to widen, your hands to reach up to his jaw and for your lips to meet his, in a slow dance accompanied by the melodies of the Magpies outside, celebrating that you two had finally realised your love for each other. You pulled away after what felt like a very short time, but you were running out of breath. Minho and you stared at each other for a while and then burst into giggles. "That felt nice princess. You sure you haven't kissed anyone before?" You slapped his chest playfully as you said "Yah! Don't make me think back about being your girlfriend Lee Minho." Minho's eyes lit up and he stuttered out "Girlfriend? Yep I'm in a dream someone pinch me." You rolled your eyes as you pinched him and he let out a tiny scream. "Oh stop so dramatic. How long was I out by the way? And are the boys alright?" "You were out for two days now kitten. And the boys are good. Jisung is saying he finally got his 'Wattpad best friend gets kidnapped moment' and I think Chan told Dr Kim to double his dosage of sleeping pills so now he's crashed out. And snoring loudly."

"Noona you're awake!" Felix had come into the room, well more like bounced into the room along with the rest of the boys, Seungmin sporting a cast, and Jeongin having a pink band-aid on his lip. Felix hugged you tightly while Chan hugged Minho. "Lix let her go. She needs to breath." Chan said to Felix, who had been hugging you for a long time now. "Seungmin, Jeongin are you guys ok now? I am literally so sorry." Jeongin smiled at you sweetly, his fox like eyes forming crescents and said, "We're good noona. Technically we should be asking you that question. And it's fine please don't apologise." He bowed a bit to you and as you tried to bow back, whilst sitting, Hyunjin said, to Minho "So hyung. Have you finally got your ass together and asked noona out?" Minho glared at Hyunjin as everyone else in the room laughed. "You will be getting your mouth stuffed tonight Hyunjin. And yes I have asked her out. And now she's my girlfriend." "Yah who said I was your girlfriend?" You jokingly said. "Ok I'm gonna ask Jisung out then." Minho said standing up.

Four years later

You had been living with Minho for four years now, as his live-in Girlfriend. He had introduced you to his parents, who had been nothing less that kind to you. They had first apologized profusely for the whole Doowon incident, to which you told them that you really didn't care. You had Minho with you and all of your past had slowly faded away.

And every year as October and September came, you learnt to cherish ,not the month, but the memories you made every day. You learnt to forever keep memories of you, your boyfriend, your friends and everyone around you. You learnt how to let go of grief easily.

And when Minho proposed to you, on the twenty first night of December, you learnt, you just needed someone a bit older, and a bit colder, to teach you what it meant to love a person like you'd love a month.

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blondeboyfriend · 9 months

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𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐒

[ PAIRING ] (freckle) Ymir x f!reader [ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] Another repost, but I kinda "remastered" it in a sense. [ SYNOPSIS ] uhhh idk I just wanted to write a gay skateboard romance lol. [ WORD COUNT ] 2k [ CONTENT ] Modern AU, fluff with low stakes conflict, established relationship, drugs (marijuana), Ymir's skater friends are the worst, mild injuries.

The harsh sunlight shined behind Ymir, creating a halo around her body. She stood over you as you writhed on the concrete cradling your knee.

“I thought you said I wouldn’t need knee pads,” you groaned.

She bit her lip trying to hold back a deluge of laughter. You could tell she was struggling.

“I could not have rolled up here with my girlfriend in fuckin’ knee pads.” She gestured towards a pack of sweaty boys passing around a limp cigarette. “They’d never let me live it down.”

You rolled onto your back and stared at the sun. Those boys were the bane of your existence since you started dating Ymir. Everywhere she went they trailed after her, smelling like piss and malt liquor. She was the worst iteration of the pied piper.

“What if I really hurt myself?”

“Oh come on, you’re fine.”

“No I’m not! I’m bleeding! Look!”

You rolled up your jeans and revealed a huge strawberry scrape encompassing the entirety of your knee cap.

“That’s nothing. Check this out.”

Ymir unzipped her shorts and pulled them down revealing her bare ass which was engulfed with a purple bruise.

“Oh my god!”

“Cool, right?”

“What? No!”

“Oh my god. Relax.”

One of the boys wolf whistled at the sight of Ymir’s behind. You rolled your eyes, hoping she would call them out but she didn’t. Ymir never did. She was too preoccupied with coming off as legit among her skater friends. Anytime you mentioned how awful they were she brushed it off. That’s just how they were; there was no changing them. You knew she had a point but it seemed asinine to deal with their nonsense regardless.

“‘Mir, lemme get a piece of that.”

“Nah, I’ve been fuckin’ your mom. It’d be weird.”

You rolled your eyes again, a common occurrence on your behalf when she pandered to them. They brought out the worst in Ymir. Her playful teasing turned into cruelty, she was prone to ignore you in favor of entertaining them, and she rarely came to your defense. Often you wondered why you still pursued her, why you so desperately wanted her to be your girlfriend. But anytime you’d think about ending it moments of her kindness reared their heads.

“Bend your knees. No, like bend your knees.”

You lowered yourself into a deep squat on the board, grinning like doofus.

“Am I doing it right? I feel like I am. I played a lot of Tony Hawk Pro Skater 3,” you said, knowing full well you were acting a fool.

Ymir ran her fingers through her chestnut brown locks and laughed. Her laughter was your drug. Nothing made you happier than getting her to crack up. Her whole body laughed. Tears welled up in her eyes. She was prone to wheezing. A snort tended to rear its ugly head when she was truly on the verge of going insane because of your buffoonery. Sometimes she’d even keel over.

You loved how she’d smack on the back and tell you, “You’re a real one, you know that?”

A real one. Words that only mattered when they fell from her lips. Ymir had that gift, that power. She was able to disarm you with her sincerity. You would’ve never expected someone as harsh as her could be so sweet.

You hoisted yourself off the board and kissed her cheek.

“Oh come on, kiss me for real,” she crooned.

She cupped your face and her soft lips met yours as her tongue parted your lips. You wrapped your arms around her neck and clung to her. Her breath was sweet and tasted like Arizona Peach Tea. Her hands wandered down your back and lingered on your ass. She squeezed hard enough that you yelped. Ymir laughed through the kiss.

“Too much?” she asked.

You looked down at your sneakers unsure what your answer was. You liked her a lot, more than any of the dumb boys you “dated” in high school. None of them could compare to Ymir. Ymir, who cared about your pleasure, who appreciated how spirited you were, who thought you were the smartest person in any given room. The two of you were enraptured with each other. It was as cliché as could be: time stopped, angels sang, the whole deal.

“If we weren’t in public, I’d say not enough,” you said, resting your head on her shoulder.

She tightened her hug and you melted in her arms. Ymir was safety personified. A beacon of light in a sea of melancholic boredom. Life had been so uneventful until the day she serendipitously rolled by you, giving you a wink as she faded into the distance.

“You’re so fuckin’ boring sometimes,” she mused. “Let’s go get high.”

“Can we get pizza and boba after?”

“No, we can’t,” she said bluntly.

“Ymir!”

You playfully punched her in the arm. While your hand was in reach she grabbed a hold of it and pulled you into her embrace. She peppered your face with kisses as you tried to figure out if you wanted pizza or boba first.

You sat on a metal bench, your feet resting on your board. Nursing your knee became your number one priority. It throbbed endlessly and you managed to bleed through multiple bandages and your jeans. Learning how to skate could wait. Having a moment to yourself, away from those idiots, Ymir included, was the only way you’d stay sane. To add insult to injury every last one of them made fun of you for holding your board by its trucks.

“Nice mall grab,” one of them bellowed. “Where you get your board from? Abercrombie and Fitch?”

“They got it at the Vans store,” one snickered.

“Nah! Macy’s, bro!”

“They’re mom gave them a gift certificate to the Hallmark Store.”

None of them were particularly clever. You looked around for Ymir, hoping for some backup but she was far away. Her little brown head disappeared as she dropped into the bowl.

“Fuck off! Go wash your asses,” you yelled.

The boys erupted into a cacophony of comments regarding how you carried your board. A deluge of “your mom” jokes rushed over you, leaving you drenched in male insecurity.

“Asshole. Mall grab?” you muttered to yourself. “The fuck does it matter?”

You wanted to ask Ymir if there was an actual reason for mall grabbing being maligned. Would the trucks loosen over time if you continuously held it like that? Or was it merely a status thing? Was there a way to indicate you weren’t some poser that decided they wanted to skate after seeing three seconds of Bob Burnquist do a fakie 900.

Ymir skated over and kicked her board into the grass. She sat down across from you with a thump and exhaled.

“You good?” she asked, her voice tinged with concern.

“Not really.”

“What ha—”

“What’s wrong with a mall grab?”

She snickered as she put her hair up in a messy ponytail.

“I mean, nothing. It’s credibility shit.”

You sighed.

“What?” Her tone was pointed.

“I hate those guys you hang out with,” you said under your breath.

Ymir turned her body towards yours. Her brow was sweaty and her cheeks were flushed. The sun brought out the freckles that danced along her cheeks and nose. She plucked at the grass while struggling to hold your gaze.

“They’re my best friends, my ride or dies.”

“Tell your mom to eat my fucking dick cheese, dude,” one yelled as he cracked his board in two.

You rolled your eyes and stared at the blue sky as little wisps of white clouds floated by.

“Why do you hang out with them?”

Ymir took out a joint and lit it. She passed it to you and continued to pull grass out of the ground.

“I’ve known them for, like, ever.”

“And?” you asked, growing slightly annoyed. You at least hoped she had a good reason to subject herself to their antics.

You took a hearty drag on the joint and held the smoke in your lungs.

“I don—I don’t know who I am without them.”

You coughed, spittle flying onto the sidewalk.

“What?” you asked, trying to fight off the urge to shriek your question.

You passed her the joint eager to get the smoke away from you. You felt like your lungs were on fire, like you had embers smoldering inside you. She took a hit and went to hand it back to you but you shook your head erratically, still struggling to breath.

“I—I just—I’ve been friends with them for so long. I’ve known Lil Tony since I was six.”

She pointed at one of the nicer boys. Lil Tony was actually cordial towards you and thought it was pretty cool you wanted to learn how to skate. However he still relished in poking fun at you just like the others.

“I was always so nervous around other girls so I kinda, I don’t know, fell in with these dumb asses because it felt… safe? Nah. Not safe, comfortable. I didn’t need to impress them.”

Ymir ended her sentence with a rather large puff off the joint. She held it to your face for you, beckoning you to take a drag.

“You felt like you had to impress girls?” you said, taking a hit.

“Shut up!” She tossed a handful of grass at you. “I was so fuckin’ closeted. I could not function around girls. I was either like ‘I’m in love with her’ or ‘oh god she’s gonna think I’m a weirdo that's in love with her’. I policed my shit so bad. I was so mean to girls because I didn’t want them to think I was some predator because I was being nice.”

Ymir brushed some of the grass off of you. She could be so fucking tender sometimes.

“I feel it. I’m always terrified of coming off as perv when I talk to girls,” you said, handing her the joint.

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah. It’s even worse if I’m actually interested romantically.”

“Exactly,” she rasped after taking a hit.

The boys turned towards the both of you and hollered, “’Mir, come skate! Don’t be a nerd!”

“Eat shit,” she yelled, a huge grin on her face. She was practically glowing.

“I felt so weird chasing after you,” you confided.

“You woulda looked insane chasing after me down that hill even if you were a guy.”

“You winked at me!”

Ymir erupted into a fit of giggles.

“That’s all it took. A wink?”

You brushed a strand of hair out of her face.

“Yup.”

You leaned in and kissed her, your lips lingering on hers.

“You wanna ditch this fuckers?”

You pulled away from her, nearly jumping up as if you’d been electrocuted. Quickly you grabbed your board by the deck. You were so ready to ditch them.

“Let’s go, slow poke,” you rallied.

Ymir got up and rustled your hair.

“I love the way you’re holdin’ it, but we’re skating out of here.”

You gulped. “I don’t know if I’m ready.”

“C’mon. What’s the point of having a board if you don’t ride it?”

You groaned.

“I didn’t get you one to carry around,” she teased, her tone more flirtatious than ever.

“Fine,” you finally acquiesced.

“We’ll get to the taqueria faster this way.”

You both hopped on your boards and cautiously skated past Ymir’s friends.

“Ay,” Lil Tony called out, “good job ditching the mall grab. I actually mean that! I’m not bein’ a douche!”

Your face grew warm. You couldn’t care less about what they thought of you but the acknowledgment from Lil Tony was a nice surprise.

“See ya, Tone,” Ymir yelled.

Balance blessed you. Somehow you managed to stay upright on your board and you navigated curbs with ease. Ymir was blushing the whole time, clearly loving your confidence. You passed the joint back and forth as you skated through the city, keeping an eye out for cops.

“So who’s paying?” you asked as you rolled up to the taqueria.

“Me obviously,” Ymir mumbled as she dug through her fanny pack for her debit card. “I owe you.”

“For what?” you pondered, playing dumb.

“Making you hang around those dicks and not being the best girlfriend. I hope I can, I—I don’t know, redeem myself.”

You held open the door and smiled. The smell of freshly made corn tortillas overcame you.

“You’re well on your way, Ymir.”

#ymir x reader #ymir aot x reader #aot fluff #snk fluff #attack on titan fluff #shingeki no kyojin fluff #ymir aot fluff #x reader #reader insert #.fics #.aot #.ymir

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✩Chuuya Going Out With Dazai’s Little Sister✩

✟pairing: Chuuya X Reader

✟genre: Fluff, Slight Angst

✟warning: None

✟headcanon

✟fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

✟a/n:This meant to be put on my old account @temporaryrose100, but it had been shadow banned. So I’ve made a new account:)

➳So you’re like a year younger than your brother, so when you first met the hot head ginger you were pretty young. You were Dazai’s “sweet” little sister. In his eyes, you could do no wrong. Or really, he didn’t care. If I’m being honest, I don’t think Dazai would much care for you. Not in that way. This guy adores you! But what I’m talking about is that he doesn’t care what you do, knowing you can take care of yourself on your own. That is until Chuuya came into the picture.

➳At the start Dazai just didn’t want you talking to Chuuya because he didn’t want his “precious” sister to have a “bad” influence like him in her life. But when the two of you started to get along, Dazai hated it! He knew Chuuya liked you. He could tell from the way he talk to you and he knew you like the mutt as well…Your brother tried distancing the both of you but it never worked.

➳Now at the start of the first meeting with Chuuya, he actually didn’t like you. Thinking you were just like your older brother. But oh, how he was wrong. You were quite the opposite. A kind and caring person, actually funny, unlike you brother…(In Chuuya's mind you were.) Smart and the list goes on. You didn’t much show your sweet side and Chuuya wasn’t that shocking. You were in the mafia, showing your emotions is something you should never do. You would be seen as weak. It isn’t until a couple of months later when Chuuya and you start dating and oh how Dazai was pissed. Not only did he have to work with Chuuya, but now he had to share his sister with him.

➳Dazai would do anything to make sure no alone time together. You two could be doing anything and your brother would be there. On a date? Oh hey, here comes Dazai, who is conveniently at the same restaurant you and Chuuya were in. You’re staying at Chuuya’s. Dazai just shows up unannounced. Whenever your brother does this it always ends up in a fight. Not with you and him, but with your red-headed boyfriend. Yes, you were obviously annoyed by your brother doing this, but for so strange feelings, kind of relieved. It meant that he cared for you and even though you knew he loved you, he rarely showed it.

➳The day Odasaku died and Dazai left the port mafia was one of the worst days of your life. You were filled with so much anger and grief. You were also close with Oda. It had only been you and your brother for the longest time, so when this man popped into both of your lives you were wary at first but after some time, just like Dazai, you grew to love the man like family. So hearing that he had died really was hard to take in. But what's worse is finding out that your only family member had left you. Not even with a goodbye or even a note. He left and it hurt a lot. When Chuuya found this out, at first he was kind of glad. The bane of his existence was now gone. Pop open the champagne! But when he released how much it affected you, his hatred for the man grew, if that was even possible. The one and only thing that Chuuya respected Dazai, was he was always there for you. That was the only likeable trait that your brother had. It has been a couple of hours since the whole thing that Mori called you into his office to receive your new promotion. Your brother's old job…

#bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs imagines #imagines #bsd chuuya #x reader #x y/n #y/n imagine #chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya x y/n #chuuya nakahara x y/n #fanficion #bungou stray dogs fanfiction

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LadyAJ’s 2023 Fics

This year I wrote 16 new stories (and one new chapter on an old one!) across five fandoms - One Direction, Endeavour, Kingsman, The Eagle and new-to-me Ted Lasso. Details below, I hope you’ll check some out - I like to think there’s a bit of something for everyone.

One Direction

Bloom - T, 28k, Louis/Liam

Do you like historical AUs? Do you like awesome art by @whatagreatproblemtohave? Then you’ll like this, written for the One Direction Big Bang.

In early 1970s Oxford, Detective Sergeant Louis Tomlinson has to deal with the dual pressures of a case that hits too close to home, and the arrival of new colleague Liam Payne. Payne is both the bane of his existence and, uh... dangerous. Very dangerous. His eyes, that is. His lips. The way he stands.

A story of rain and cobblestones, cigarettes, and repression. And the sunshine after the storm.

In Shining Armour of Trackie and Trainers - T, 9k, Louis/Harry

Because who wouldn’t love white knight Louis coming to their rescue?

Online dating isn't exactly working for Harry. In fact, it couldn't really be going much worse. But then the door of the bar opens, and the pack of friends walking in parts and - that’s Louis Tomlinson.

Louis fucking Tomlinson.

Pageant Material - G, 6k, Louis/Zayn

Watch me throw Miss Congeniality and Kacey Musgraves together, shake it up, and give it a Zouis twist. Written for the Zouis fest.

Louis flicks a nearby switch, lighting the bulbs around his mirror in a soft glow. The buttery yellow catches on the edges of his cheekbones, sharpening the dip. He looks more grown up this year. Some of his baby fat has melted away, and he sucks in his cheeks to see what he might look like by twenty five if this pattern continues. Then he crosses his eyes and sticks out his tongue.

Or, the Zouis teen beauty pageant AU.

The Way to My Heart - T, 6k, Louis/Harry

Fluffy, funny AU Larry with lots of Nouis friendship on the side. Written for the a/b/o fest.

Louis' having a bit of a dry spell, until he bumps into an attractive alpha in the supermarket and leaves with his number. It was a hard bump. Very... muscular.

The only problem is, said alpha asks Louis to cook for him - which is not exactly his skill set.

Feeling Feline - T, 4k, Louis/Niall

Nouis, my beloved, with shelter-worker!Niall and magical cat transformations. Written for the Louis rare pair fest.

“I’m telling you,” drifts through the cracked door, and Louis’ ears prick, twitching with interest. “There’s something wrong with that cat.”

“Have you talked to Liam?” asks another voice, worried. Louis thinks it’s the tall one with curly hair. Taller one. They’re all tall when you’re ten inches high.

“Not medically wrong,” the blond one says. “But I swear, and I know this sounds nuts, but I don’t think he’s a cat?”

Fine Line - G, 1k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw

It’s present day, it’s canon compliant, it’s just long enough to read while waiting for the bus assuming it’s not got stuck in traffic.

Telling his family was always going to be a big deal, but doing it alone was a sacrifice he could make.

He never thought they’d fall about laughing.

In The Dark - T, 666, Gen

Choose your own character in this spooky snippet written for the trick or treat fest.

It’s the dreams.

He’d be fine without the dreams… suggesting things. If he could face all this - whatever this is - with a clear, rested mind.

Bound - G, 619, Liam/Zayn

Vampire AU? Check.

Months should pass like hours for a vampire, but to Zayn they’ve felt endless. Now, finally, it has come. The day he takes his consort.

Endeavour

Tread Carefully into my Life - T, 29k, WIP, Morse/Jakes

See? I told you it’s not abandoned. Maybe 2024 is the year I finally finish this canon rewrite where Jakes stayed - in the meantime, enjoy nearly thirty thousand words of their on/off up/down shenanigans!

He can't help the way his eyes drift across the room, to Morse in his shirtsleeves, arms crossed across his body. It’s a defensive posture, which is no surprise, but otherwise he looks collected. Calm. Like facing down man eating beasts is all part of the job, and despite the evidence of today, it most certainly is not part of the job.

Tigers. For the love of God, give him an axe murderer any day.

Stepping Out - G, 9k, Morse/Jakes/Joan

Established polyamory with the Oxford disaster trio. Jakes didn’t leave.

“You know what I haven't done in ages?” Joan asks, punctuating her question by flinging her legs up and leaning dramatically backwards against the sofa arm. Peter almost spills his tea. “Gone dancing. We should go.”

Kindred - G, 2k, Gen

Ohhh series nine. Pre-slash Morse/Sam if you really squint.

Sam Thursday, Morse, and the power of orange juice.

Offcuts - G, 2k, Morse/Jakes/Joan

With this final instalment, the series is complete. As a whole it's almost 32k, so if you like Endeavour and polyamorous relationships, set aside a Saturday and dive in.

Snapshot scenes of life with the trio.

Adding it Up - G, 887, Morse/Jakes

Let’s return to series three, because Jakes.

Fred’s been a copper for a long time. It’s in his bones at this point, a habit so engrained he can’t turn it off. Like Morse with his beer and Jakes with his cigarettes, Fred’s addiction is piecing things together. Even when he’d rather not.

Ted Lasso

Would You Rather - G, 1k - Colin & Jamie, Roy/Jamie

It had to happen! Diving into a new fandom is always a pleasure.

"I’m talking about percentages. Like, yeah, you’re gay. So maybe you’re at like, eighty, ninety per cent. But if I say who’d you rather fuck out of Ms Welton, Keeley and Maisie from the canteen, you know what you’d say, right?”

Colin is beginning to think Jamie doesn’t know what gay is. "Erm, no."

Squeegee - M, 525 - Roy/Jamie

Short and snappy ;)

Jamie’s beautifully vocal in bed, but long, pitchy squeaking is new.

Kingsman

The Honeypots - T, 5k - Eggsy/Harry

Partial AU with undercover, honeypot spy shenanigans and obliviousness? I wrote it for a reason. I mean, it’s right up my street.

Eggsy is MI6. Harry is Kingsman. They have each been tasked to seduce a suspected rival intelligence agent.

The intelligence part may be overselling it.

The Eagle of the Ninth

Winter Sunlight - G, 1k, Marcus/Esca

I think writing a fluffy, happy gay farmers fic is actually a requirement of this fandom. Here’s my offering.

“How is it,” a familiar voice mutters drowsily, muffled by the drape of skins and fur, “that after all these years, you still can’t manage a proper lie in?”

#my year in review #my fic posts #endeavour fanfic #one direction fanfic #1D #kingsman fanfic #ted lasso fanfic #eagle of the ninth fanfic #aj writes fanfic

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troublemakingrebel · 12 days

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Fanfic Tag Game

Ayyy, @krankittoeleven, thanks for tagging! Love these little lists!

1. How many fics do you have on AO3?

34! (I used to write in two languages, but for this game i count only the English ones)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

295,814... (~1.5 times more words than "Fellowship of the Ring" by JRR Tolkien *sweating*)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Totally obsessed with Assassin's Creed (Valhalla in particular), but also have some WIPs for Cyberpunk 2077.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Right Behind You (Witcher 3), a piece about epic friendship & love between Geralt of Rivia and the absolute husband material Emiel Regis

10 years apart, no more (AC Valhalla), a fix-it for the fLicKEriNg flame nonsense (if you know you know...)

Shall We? (AC Syndicate), another fix-it that makes Maxwell Roth survive the fire as there's no fire at all

The Truth (The Wolf Among Us), about shaky relationship between the Big Bad Wolf and the Woodsman (i'm so surprised it made it to the top-5!!)

In the Belly of the Beast (AC Valhalla), about Ivarr Ragnarsson eating the forbidden Saxon fruit while no one is watching hehe

5. Do you respond to comments?

Of course! Can't leave them hanging there in silence!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Usually, I don't do sad endings, but the most bitter-sweet one is Pebble (Dragon Age: Inquisition) about a kossith who cuts his massive horns off to look more like a human so he could follow his lover to the city where kossith race isn't welcome :c Although I don't think his lover would let him go there anyway......

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Haha every other one :D But Sun, Rum and Gunpowder (AC Black Flag) has the happiest and the most carefree vibes whatsoever!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not on the fics, but the ships! I just delete those because why is it an author's problem suddenly that some people don't know how filters work??

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Oh, I sure do ;> It's not extremely explicit (no holes in sight, but dicks and balls can be spotted) and is mostly focused on emotions and dialogues.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Nope, but I write AUs sometimes to spice things up! Modern days AUs are the bane of my existence, and still... somehow... I keep making them...

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No, but I noticed my lines and phrases in the stories of fellow writers. I appreciate it!!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yeah!! Out of all possible fics, it was The Remnants of a Ruined Past, a Mad Max (the game!) story translated into Polish. Love it lots!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Never as i am incapable to work in groups haha. I did some challenges though, such as picking a theme and writing something small with a fren to compare the results later. It's very fun and helps to keep your brain gears spinning!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Like, the one and only ship that I could bring along if I was stuck on a desert island? Or the one I don't even write for anymore but carry in my heart daily? The former would be Hawke x Varric (Dragon Age 2) because they're a comfort ship with many possibilities for plots. The latter is Ezio x Leonardo (AC II + Brotherhood + Revelations) and Arthur x Eames (Inception) because they started it all hehe.

15. What’s a fic you’d like to finish but don’t think you ever will?

It's a compilation of drabbles written for a very niche CGI Resident Evil movie (Damnation) & very rare pair that i was planning to continue for as long as the planet keeps spinning, but got overwhelmed with the amount of ideas I had in mind :c

16. What are your writing strengths?

Humor and dialogues!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Everything el– 🥲 Deep character studies, believable politics and fights.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

A big yes from me, it ads depth and character when used correctly. Also, it's very interesting to keep an evening reading about the language you're planning to use, even it's for a few simple words.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

It was an attempt to mimic Marie Corelli and write a ficlet for her novel "The Sorrows of Satan". And then Assassin's Creed took my soul and I've never seen it since! Kinda ironic, huh...

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I'm gonna cheat bc I'm quite proud about Beautiful Decline, a series of four fics written for Assassin's Creed Valhalla. It's an enormous project that was never meant to break out from its confinements and produce three more stories lmao.

Tagging @firefly-partyn and @krankittoeleven if you wanna join!

#ask game #tag game

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xhanisai · 10 months

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oh my god.

AO3

Pairing - Adrinette

Prompt - ‘HUH?’

Summary -

"Thanks, but you don't need to worry so much, Adrien. You already have plenty on your plate and I wouldn't want to-" She paused mid-sentence as soon as his searing lips connected to the corner of hers (practically capturing half of her sweet lips), her hands within his protective grasp and his eyes earnest with all the unconditional love and devotion he has for her.

"Of course, I'll worry about you. You're my priority, you're mine," He pressed a few more sweet kisses on her face, earning a few timid giggles from the love of his life, the duo oblivious to the gaping onlookers in the area as their poor minds couldn't even comprehend how despite idiot one and idiot two acting like a married couple, they still weren't actually dating.

"Like I said, are they seriously not together??? Them??? Those two idiots!???" The inquisitive and red-faced student received a simple facepalm from Alya and Nino instead, the bespectacled couple had already given up on life.

~(x)~ . . . "Are you...are you sure that they're not officially dating? Them?" A random classmate from next door questioned the fed-up-looking Alya and Nino, all their eyes glued on the cause of everyone's frustrations, practically the bane of their existence. If humans were able to literally fume with actual smoke seeping out of their ears like a boiling kettle, the entire vicinity would be filled with nothing but steam. "Here, drink up, Marinette. It's bad enough that you have a terrible habit of skipping breakfast for the sake of school work and getting here on time, but now, not even drinking water too? I'm surprised you haven't collapsed from dehydration yet." Adrien continued to lightly glower at his sheepish partner, the girl lowering his bottle away from her lips after a couple of grateful sips. Her cheeks pinkened even further when he gently pressed the bottle back to her mouth, beckoning her to drink more because he wasn't satisfied with how little she had (assertive Adrien was so rare that getting a glimpse of this side of him was like witnessing someone break the Guinness world record). "Thanks, but you don't need to worry so much, Adrien. You already have plenty on your plate and I wouldn't want to-" She paused mid-sentence as soon as his searing lips connected to the corner of hers (practically capturing half of her sweet lips), her hands within his protective grasp and his eyes earnest with all the unconditional love and devotion he has for her. "Of course, I'll worry about you. You're my priority, you're mine," He pressed a few more sweet kisses on her face, earning a few timid giggles from the love of his life, the duo oblivious to the gaping onlookers in the area as their poor minds couldn't even comprehend how despite idiot one and idiot two acting like a married couple, they still weren't actually dating. . "Like I said, are they seriously not together??? Them??? Those two idiots!???" The inquisitive and red-faced student received a simple facepalm from Alya and Nino instead, the bespectacled couple had already given up on life. ~(x)~ "Salut, ma belle~" "Hnnnn...salut, mon Prince~" Both Alya and Nino watched the scene with both frustration and murder and appreciation as Marinette and Adrien exchanged a sweet, sweet kiss on the lips at the school steps, the duo tiredly leaning onto each other with coffee cups in hand. In fact, Alya's rage was big enough to crack the lenses of her glasses, all whilst idiot one and idiot two remained oblivious to the inner turmoil of their best friends (they kissed on the lips a further eight more times like the totally platonic partners they claim to be!!!). "More good morning kisses on the lips, huh?" Nino quipped, his teeth clenched, hoping for once that they'll finally, FINALLY, get a clear answer. Adrien simply tilted his head at him with confusion, big green eyes blinking cutely while Marinette was practically asleep on his shoulder. "I kiss her all the time, though." Adrien then lovingly pushed a lock of hair behind Marinette's ear, the girl was pretty much dead to the world now and all he wanted to do was cuddle in bed with her. "And you're sure you two aren't dating??" "I wish we were. I don't want to scare her off with my feelings so..." The model was too busy admiring his Lady, he didn't notice that Nino had to restrain a fire-breathing Alya behind him, the fiery-haired girl ready to throttle them both with her bare hands. Just another typical morning. . . . ~(x)~

#my writing #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug and chat noir #ml fanfics #ml fanfiction #adrinette

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grineerios · 7 months

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Alright, Elder Tenno, tell me what I'm doing wrong here.

I've been trying to figure out how to mod my gear properly for Steel Path, and I'm more than a little lost- especially with Volt.

I've cleared, what, two nodes of SP? Both of them were with a Kullervo, and both times I barely managed to complete the mission.

Also, nine times out of ten, I do Steel Path alone- which probably isn't helping my situation very much.

I really don't know how to progress with SP without leeching off of another player doing it for me, and I want to try to be self-sufficient. I'd love any kind of guidance you can offer.

Mods, goals, and current strategies under the cut.

Set A: Stunner Volt (Nataruk, Despair, Sun & Moon)

I would love to take Volt on SP- but it feels like the more I tinker with his mods, the more fragile he becomes. Hell, recently I've entered bleedout from level 30-40 enemies.

I primarily use his 1 to soften enemies up, while I close the gap and finish them off with melee. It's probably the ability I use most on him. 2 and 4 are my desperation abilities- either for when I need to get out of a situation quickly, or for stunning a large amount of enemies for an extended period of time.

Criminally, I forget his 3 exists a lot, outside of picking off Teralysts. It feels like outside of the free roam areas, it takes too long to make the shield and pick it up.

Ideally, I'd like to focus on enhancing his 1, maybe his 4. I haven't seen a ton of guidance on how to mod a Volt for anything but Eidolon Hunting, so I tried to focus on critical chance, always having energy, and armor, forgoing shields.

With him and Sun & Moon, I tend to try to lean towards attack speed. I like the feel and speed of dual nikanas. On SP, I feel like he'd be a "Kill them before they kill you" sort of frame in my hands.

Set B: Critical Chance Kullervo (Nataruk, Despair, Paracesis)

Kullervo has been my lifeline through the star chart. I often joke that if Volt is "Please", Kullervo is my "I'm not asking". He's the only frame I've cleared a Steel Path node with. I can typically handle level 80-90 enemies with him. Some 90-100 Veil Proxima nodes are tricky, but doable.

His 1 and 2 are what I mostly use- dancing between dealing as much damage as possible, then healing with Recompense. If I need breathing room, I can throw his 4 up pretty easily to pick off enemies while I heal.

Much like Volt, I do tend to forget to use his 3- although that's changing with practice. The large number of enemies in Steel Path that I've seen makes me think that mastering his 3 will be critical to being able to clear nodes with him.

I pair him up with Paracesis typically, considering that it's my best heavy blade- and with his passive, he's practically made for heavy blades.

Of course, critical chance and damage are at the forefront of my mind when thinking about how to improve Kullervo. Being able to use Wrathful Advance as much as possible, alongside Collective Curse is what I'm guessing will be the strategy for Steel Path Kullervo.

that being said i still don't know how the melee combo counter works and i've heard it's important, especially with this frame

Maybe swapping Nataruk out for Rauta is a good idea?

Also, I should probably get an Aura Forma so I can give him Steel Charge instead of Energy Siphon.

Weapon Mods

(Please note that I haven't modded any of these for a specific faction. I do have Primed Bane of Corpus, but no other prime anti-faction mods. I understand that anti-faction mods and modding for factions is practically required for SP, I'm just either waiting on Baro for mods, or have accidentally overriden faction-specific loadouts and just never bothered to fix them.)

Volt's Sun & Moon

Kullervo's Paracesis

Despair

(I haven't even put a reactor on it yet. I very, very rarely use my secondary.)

Nataruk

The Panzer Vulpaphyla is my companion of choice for difficult levels, mostly because it's immortal and I don't have to worry about reviving it every other minute. I have no idea how to make it useful, but here's its' mods anyways.

In Closing:

Overall, I'd like to focus on what mods could improve, and what subsumed abilities, or archon shards I could add to make these two stronger. (Although I'm heavily biased towards keeping their abilities as stock standard. What can I say, I like their kits!)

I know I'm doing some things wrong- like my anti-faction mods. I feel like I'm doing some things right, like using Kullvero's 1 and 3 together to clear large groups of enemies. But, mostly, I'm just confused about what I should be focusing on to make these two stronger and more hardy. Steel Path seems to be about bringing the right frames and the right weapons to the right job- a lot of specialization.

I'm raring to sink my teeth into Arbitrations, Steel Path, and Archon Hunts, I think my mods just need a little help before I can do that. X'D

Congratulations to anyone who got this far, and thank you in advance!

#warframe #warframe technical question #warframe mechanical question #steel path #long post

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rainisawriter · 6 months

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Together-Forever – Woozi (PSF #7)

Ficography

Genre: Fluff, supernatural, romance

Prompt: Porch Swing (@flufftober)

Word Count: 7,632

Pairing: Reader x Woozi

World: Seventeen

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Woozi was a workaholic, always putting his everything into his work. He didn’t want to disappoint his fellow members or the fans that supported them, so he was hyper critical of himself and his craft. He worked hard to improve every single day, but even he had his limits.

He was exhausted, physically and mentally, and he needed a break. More importantly, he felt guilty toward you. You’ve been dating him for a little over a year now and you never once complained about his schedule or the fact that you rarely saw him. You understood long before you started dating that he wouldn’t be readily available to you and that was okay.

As long as he left his heart with you, you could handle the long stints away from him. He knew that because you made sure to remind him often, knowing how he could obsess over such things. Even so, he couldn’t help but feel guilty. He felt as if you deserved better than he could offer and yet he couldn’t let you go.

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You stifled a yawn, stretching your arms above your head as you sat in the break room, a half-eaten sandwich sitting in front of you. Kiyoung, your best friend, was sitting next to you at the round table, bent over his phone as he tried to beat the same level he had been working on for twenty minutes.

“Damn it,” he scowled at the Game Over screen, readjusting the glasses on his face. “This level is way too hard. I hate this game.”

“You keep saying that yet you keep playing it,” you pointed out, earning a scoff.

“Of course. I love this game.”

“That’s a mood,” you laughed, not unfamiliar with hating and loving a game at the same time. You believed that only true gamers experience love-hate relationships with their games. “Want me to try?”

“No!” He pulled the phone away when you reached for it. “There’s no point if I don’t beat it myself.”

“Whatever you say, man.” You shrugged, reaching for your drink when your phone started to vibrate.

It was a text from Woozi, asking how your day has been going. You smiled warmly as you composed a reply.

<;- There haven’t been many customers today. The most exciting thing to happen is Kiyoung threatening to murder his game. How are you, babe?

His reply was almost instantaneous.

-> He really needs a new hobby. I’m doing good, though Dino and Hoshi broke cracked one of the practice mirrors when they were horsing around.

You snorted at the visual, not the least bit surprised.

<;- Oh, jeez. Got your hands full as always it sounds like. Try not to murder anyone ♡

-> No promises 🙂

-> I have a surprise for you when I get home.

You grinned, feeling excited and curious. Before you could reply, though, he sent another message.

-> No, I’m not going to tell you what it is so don’t ask. It wouldn’t be a surprise anymore.

You pouted at the message, hating how he could always read your mind.

<;- Stay out of my head 😡 it’s rude!

He didn’t reply and you assumed he had gotten busy again. You glanced at the clock, smacking Kiyoung on the arm. “Lunch is over. Back to work.”

He groaned in frustration. “But I’m so close to beating this level!”

“You said that ten minutes ago, my guy.”

“Stop judging me, it’s hard okay!”

“Sure, sure. If you wanna get yelled at, feel free.” You patted his shoulder before throwing away your trash and clocking back in. Working at a grocery store wasn’t a super demanding job, at least not for you. You spent most of your time alone restocking the shelves or changing prices.

Customers would occasionally ask you where something was but that was the extent of human interaction for you, outside of your own co-workers. You found your mind straying toward Woozi’s text, trying to figure out what the surprise was. It was driving you nuts because you were an impatient and overly curious individual. Waiting was the bane of your existence. So was not knowing.

You were so tempted to message him asking for a hint, but you knew it would be pointless. He was more stubborn than you were and you easily broke when it came to him. The two of you rarely ever argued, but he usually won when you did simply because his will was stronger than yours.

With your focus elsewhere, you weren’t paying attention when you set down a box of soup cans, setting them a little too far to the side. The box tipped over, the cans hitting the linoleum floor and scattering across the floor. You winced as the loud sound echoed throughout the quiet store, causing patrons to look at you in surprise.

Kiyoung snickered at you, not stopping as he restocked the boxed mac-n-cheese. “You are so getting yelled at for that.”

“Shut up and help me before -“

“Yah! What are you kids doing?!”

You winced again as the store’s manager came rushing over, his sandals slapping against the floor. He was Woozi’s height and twice his age but this man was terrifying. You had no proof, but you and Kiyoung were convinced that he had been part of the mafia in his younger years.

You offered him a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of your neck. “It was an accident…”

“Do you think money grows on trees, huh? What would you do if they broke open?!” He scolded, wagging his finger at you.

“I would pay for them out of my check, sir,” you answered without missing a beat, holding his gaze.

He sized you up, narrowing his eyes. A moment of tense silence passed by before he nodded. “Good. I’ve taught you brats well. Now clean this up and be more careful!”

“Yes, sir!”

As soon as he disappeared, Kiyoung burst out laughing, clutching his stomach. You scowled at him, resisting the urge to chuck a can at his head. As hard as his head is, it would probably bust open for sure if you did that.

“I hope you never beat that level.”

His laughter died abruptly as he gasped, staring at you in horror. “You’re evil! Cruel! Heartless!”

It was your turn to snicker at him.

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You sighed with relief as you stepped into your apartment, the cool air of the AC wrapping around your body. It’s not like it wasn’t cool outside, as well, but your apartment was much colder. People often joked about it, saying you must have been a polar bear in a past life which you could get behind because those guys are pretty neat.

The smell of food filled the apartment and you grinned, rushing to the kitchen. Woozi stood in front of the stove with his hack to you, the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up to his elbows. You snuck up behind him, arms wrapping around his waist as your chin rested on his shoulder.

“It smells amazing,” you praised. “You didn’t have to cook, though. I’m sure you’re tired.”

He leaned into your touch, free hand resting over your own. “I don’t mind. How was work?”

You thought about the can incident but decided it wasn’t exciting enough to mention. “Same old same. What about you? Did Hoshi and Dino get in trouble for the mirror?”

“They got scolded by both S.Coups and our manager,” chuckled Woozi.

“Ah, I see.” You pulled away, leaning against the counter beside him with your arms folded over your chest. You tried not to look too excited. “So~ You had something to tell me?”

“Did I?” He feigned innocence, quirking a brow at you.

You scowled. “Don’t be a sadist, you know it’s been driving me crazy all day.”

The corners of his lips twitched upward and he held out the spatula to you. “Watch the food. Don’t let it burn.”

“I make no promises.” As soon as you took it from him, he disappeared down the hall. You focused on the food in the pan, glancing over your shoulders every few seconds.

Woozi returned with a pamphlet in his hand. “Here, look at this.”

You exchanged the spatula for the pamphlet, looking at it curiously. It was an advertisement for a cabin getaway in the woods. It seemed peaceful and the images were beautiful, but why was he showing you this? You sent him a confused look.

“Let’s go away together.”

“Eh? But… what about your work?”

“I need a break,” he admitted, running a hand through his black hair. “It was approved this morning. We don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”

“No, no, I definitely want to. It sounds amazing,” you grinned, throwing your arms around him. “I just want to make sure you’ll be okay. Do you really want to go or are you just doing it because you feel bad for being away?”

“Both.” He turned the stove off, setting the pan aside so the food wouldn’t burn. He turned toward you, hands finding your hips. “I’ve wanted to go there with you for a while now but something kept coming up. I’ve made sure that we can be together uninterrupted for the next week and a half.”

You brushed the hair away from his forehead. “Then what are we waiting on? Let’s go!”

He chuckled at your enthusiasm. “We have to pack first.”

“Then let’s get packing!”

“What about dinner? It’s going to get cold.”

“That’s what microwaves exist for.”

Woozi scowled at you, pinching your side lightly. “You are not reheating my food in the microwave. We’ll eat first and then pack, okay?”

“Fine~” You pecked his lips. “Thank you for cooking, baby.”

His lips slid upward, cheeks dusting with the faintest of blushes. He had never stated it outright, but he adored it when you called him that, even more so when you added my before it. You had picked up on this, of course, and you adored the way he reacted to it.

Knowing you had such an effect on him with a single word filled you with joy and pride.

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“Babe, wake up!” You shook Woozi but he just grunted, rolling over so his back was facing you.

You scowled at the disrespect, deciding to flop on top of him. He shifted again, lying on his stomach with his cheek against the pillow. You wrapped your arms around his waist, cheek resting against his shoulder blades.

“Come on, wake up~! We gotta get to the cabin.”

“What time is it?” He muttered, voice husky from sleep.

“Uh,” you lifted your head to glance at the clock before resting on him again. “4:30.”

“You’re joking,” he groaned, covering his face with his hand. “My first day off and you wake me up at 4:30…”

“Well, when you put it like that, I feel guilty,” you frowned. You had been so excited about the trip that you barely slept and as soon as you woke up, you couldn’t go back to sleep. You hadn’t stopped to consider that he probably needed the extra rest.

“Move,” he ordered, waving his hand at you.

You obeyed, pushing yourself up and off him. “I’m sorry.”

Woozi hummed, pressing his palm against your stomach until you laid down on your back. He wasted no time falling on top of you, face buried in your chest and arms around your waist. You returned the embrace, running your fingers through his messy hair.

“Go back to sleep,” he muttered softly. “The cabin isn’t going anywhere.”

You knew sleep was impossible for you because you were already wide awake, but you decided to let him use you as a pillow. You waited until his breathing evened out before reaching for your phone, keeping yourself occupied by scrolling through Tumblr and watching videos with the sound muted.

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You stepped out of the car, breathing in the clear autumn air. The cabin was surrounded by tall pine trees as far as the eye could see, nearly bare as most of the leaves had fallen. The ground was covered with them, creating a sea of orange, brown and red.

The cabin itself wasn’t very large but that was fine with you. It was just the two of you, after all, so you didn’t require a lot of space. A large lake sat in front of the cabin, the sun reflecting off of the clear water. It was breathtakingly beautiful and so quiet, a far cry from big city life.

“I think I want to live here,” you breathed out, watching a couple of birds as they hopped among the branches, chirping cheerfully. “Can we live here?”

Woozi chuckled as he grabbed the bags, shutting the trunk. “Let’s see if you still feel that way after a week with no Wi-Fi.”

“Eh? No Wi-Fi?” You cried, following after him. “The guy said it was spotty, not non-existent!”

He hummed, the wooden stairs creaking under his weight. “If they said that, less people would come.”

You frowned, tugging your phone from your pocket. “Ha! I have a bar of… service… shit.”

He snickered, sending you an I-told-you-so look before heading inside.

You followed with a sigh, closing the door behind you. “Good thing I brought a book with me.”

“Only because I told you to.”

“It doesn’t matter whose idea it was. All that matters is that I made the choice to bring it.”

“Mhm, whatever helps you sleep better, darling.”

You couldn’t hold back your smile at the pet name, watching him disappear down the hall. The inside of the cabin was completely open, the only walls belonging to those of the bedroom and bathroom. A fireplace sat against the right wall in front of the sofa. Two large bookcases sat on either side of it, filled to the brim with books.

“Ooo,” you rushed over, scanning the spines. Most of them were books about nature – fishing manuals, books identifying birds, a guide to insects, a survival guide for all occasions. All of them were educational, making you frown. Where were the murder mysteries? The thrillers?

A cabin in the woods is the perfect place to read a spooky story. “Talk about a missed opportunity,” you muttered.

Directly across from the front door was the kitchen, separated by a small island. It wasn’t very big but it had all of the necessities, including a microwave. You headed down the hall into the bedroom, finding Woozi folding and putting away the clothes into the dresser.

The bed was large, the comforter looking fluffy and inviting. With a grin, you rushed forward and threw yourself onto the bed, releasing a happy sigh.

“It’s like I’m laying on a cloud.”

Woozi scowled at you, smacking your thigh lightly before bending down to pick up the bag you had knocked off the bed, it’s contents spilling out across the wooden floor. Something caught his eye under the bed and he reached for it curiously.

“Look at this.”

“Hm?” You lifted your head as he stood up, holding an old newspaper. “Where did you get that? Did you pack it by accident?”

“It was under the bed.”

You sat up, folding your legs beneath you as he handed it over to you. The paper was thin, feeling as if it were going to crumble in your hands. He sat beside you, peering over your shoulder as you read it.

“October 8th, 1851. Seoulhaven headless rider spotted again. The folks of Seoulhaven are no strangers to paranormal sightings, but none are more consistent than the Headless Rider. Recorded sightings date back to the early 1500s, though no evidence exists to prove the existence of this paranormal creature and/or phenomenon.”

You exchanged a look with Woozi before continuing.

“A witness reported seeing a strange flickering light in the woods late one night along with terrifying moans of pain. Believing someone to be injured, she rushed toward the sound only to find a headless man atop a black horse. Despite having no head, the witness claims that he was talking, asking for his head. The witness refused to provide their name but insists that they are not making up this story.”

You hummed with interest, looking at the drawing they had included of the Headless Rider. “Hey, do you think it’s true?”

“Of course, it’s not.” He shook his head, standing up to resume his task. “People can’t live without their head.”

“But what if he’s not a person? If he’s a spirit, then -“

“It’s impossible, darling. If spirits existed, they wouldn’t have a corporeal form which means they couldn’t lose their head.”

You clicked your tongue, frowning at the newspaper. “Such a buzzkill.”

“Sorry.” He copied your frown, feeling a bit guilty for ruining your mood. He tugged the paper from your hands before cupping your cheeks, pressing his lips against yours.

Your hands found his waist, tugging him closer, the legend completely forgotten.

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You stared up at the dark ceiling, listening to the loud tick, took of the clock ha ging on the wall. Woozi was asleep beside you, snoring softly as he had been for the past four hours. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t sleep and you had no idea why.

You glanced at your boyfriend, brushing the hair from his eyes with a smile. You grabbed your phone from the bedside table, wincing when the bright light flooded your face. Not a single bar of signal.

With a sigh, you slowly crawled out of bed, careful not to wake up Woozi as you did so. You grabbed the murder mystery book from your bag before heading outside, settling down on the porch swing. The night was chilly and eerily quiet, broken only by the sound of an owl hooting in the distance. The moon was full, providing plenty of light for you to read.

You swung lightly as you read, getting lost in the mystery that the book spun. As soon as you felt confident about who the murderer was, the book would throw a curveball. This left you scratching your head and questioning everything you thought you knew.

Back inside, Woozi reached out for you, seeking the warmth your body offered. When he couldn’t find you, he lifted his head to find your side of the bed empty and cold. He rubbed at his eyes, pulling himself out of bed.

“Darling?”

No response.

After checking the bathroom, he stepped out onto the porch, wrapping his arms around his body as the cold wind rushed past. His eyes fell on you and he sighed at your lack of coat. You were so engrossed in the book that you didn’t notice him until he put a blanket around your shoulders.

“What are you doing up?”

He sent you a tired look as he sat beside you on the swing, bringing the other half of the blanket around his body. “I should be asking you that.”

“I couldn’t sleep,” you answered, resting your head on his shoulder. “And my phone had no signal.”

He snorted, an amused smile on his face. “Still want to live here?”

You thought about it for a moment, slipping your hand into his. “As long as you’re here, I don’t need Wi-Fi.”

He quickly looked away to hide his warm cheeks, squeezing your hand. “You wouldn’t last a month.”

“Che. You have no faith in me, how sad.”

“Because I know you better than you know yourself.”

“Why would I pay attention to myself when I have someone so beautiful in front of me?” You grinned, adoring the way he sputtered, his cheeks darkening another shade.

“I swear you exist just to flustered me,” he muttered, bringing your hand to his lips.

“It’s such a fun job, honestly.”

Woozi just hummed in reply, resting his head against yours.

A comfortable silence settled over the two of you as cuddled under the blanket, swinging back and forth gently. It honestly felt like a dream to you, one you never wanted to wake up from. Having no Wi-Fi sucked, sure, but if it meant you got to live here with Woozi, you’d gladly accept it.

There was a flicker of light from the corner of your eye and you lifted your head, glancing at the treeline but there was nothing there. You figured it was probably just the darkness messing with your eyes or the glare of an animal’s eyes when they caught the moonlight.

As you started to look away, though, you saw it again. You stood up quickly, squinting at the darkness.

“What’s wrong?”

“Did you see that?”

Woozi frowned, tugging the blanket around him before stepping up beside you. “See what? There’s nothing -“

There it was again, like a candle flame flickering in the wind.

“You’re seeing this, right?” You inquired, afraid to look away in case it disappeared again.

“Yeah… I think we should go inside – oi, where are you going?!” Woozi rushed after you as you started toward the treeline. His fingers wrapped around your wrist, a scowl on his face. “Do you always have to be so reckless? You have no idea what or who that is.”

“That’s the point of going to find out, babe.”

“Don’t babe me. There’s no way we’re going into those woods.”

“Aren’t you the least bit curious?”

“No.”

You sighed heavily. “Fine.”

“Good.” He cast a weary look at the treeline before starting toward the cabin.

As soon as his grip loosened, you yanked your arm free and took off toward the light.

“Yah!” Woozi yelled your name, rushing after you. Normally, he was faster than you, but he wasn’t wearing any shoes and the ground was littered with twigs and small rocks. “Shit!” He cursed, wincing when he stepped on a particularly sharp twig.

You, however, were wearing your favorite pair of flip flops so the terrain was no issue for you. When you finally got close to the light, you slowed to a stop, leaning against a large tree. You were breathing heavily, breaths coming out in puffs of white smoke.

A painful moan filled the night, echoing through the trees.

Your brow furrowed. It was faint, but you could see an outline of something moving in the distance. Woozi finally caught up, an annoyed look on his face.

“I might actually kill you -“

You slapped your hand over his mouth, bringing your finger over your lips to indicate he should be quiet. His brow furrowed in confusion. It was then that you realized the moaning had stopped. Curious, you peered at the darkness but the outline was gone, the forest as silent as the grave.

Suddenly, a headless man appeared in front of you and you screamed loudly. You threw your arms around Woozi, squishing his head against your chest. He wasn’t sure if you were trying to comfort yourself or him.

“Oh, I am terribly sorry! I did not mean to frighten you, child.”

You blinked dumbly as the man took a step back, his transparent hands raised in surrender. He was dressed like he just stepped out of a historical re-enactment but his entire body was a faint blue and mostly transparent.

“Uh… babe?”

“Yeah?” breathed Woozi, unsure how to feel in this situation.

“He’s… talking to us, right?”

“I think so.”

“He doesn’t have a head, though…”

“I know.”

“Fear not,” stated the man as he placed one arm across his chest and the other behind his back before bowing. “I shall not harm you.”

Woozi tapped your arm and you realized that you were still squeezing him tightly. You gave him an apologetic look as you released him, turning to face the man.

“Are you… the Headless Rider?” you wondered.

“I am, indeed.” He held out his hand. “Sir Reginald Jun Kim, at your service.”

You hesitantly reached out, fingers brushing against his palm. Though you touched nothing solid, your fingers felt cold and his hand blurred like a TV losing its signal. “Trippy.”

“Oh my. It has been so long that I have met another that I had forgotten I can not touch the living.”

Woozi scoffed, folding his arms over his chest and eyeing the man wearily. “How do you forget something like that?”

“Well, if I recall correctly, the last time I attempted to touch a living being was over one hundred years ago,” he replied, sadness in his voice.

“I have so many questions,” you muttered, feeling excited at this discovery. “I don’t know where to start.”

Woozi grabbed your arm, attempting to tug you back away from the man, his voice tense. “We should leave him to his business, darling.”

You hummed, not budging an inch. You were far too interested. “What exactly is your business? Why do you haunt these woods? How old are you? How did you die?”

Woozi pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling sharply. Did you not realize how dangerous this situation was?

Reginald laughed loudly, the sound echoing through the trees. “My, you are a curious one, are you not?”

“Annoyingly so,” muttered Woozi.

“I will do the best to answer your questions in the order in which you asked them.” He folded his arms behind him, straightening his back. “My business is to find my missing head. I haunt these woods because this is where my head lies. I am 893 as of two days ago -“

“Oh, happy late birthday!” You grinned, earning a look from your boyfriend.

“Why, thank you, dear. As for your last question, I was slain by the woman who cursed me.”

“You’re cursed? How come?”

A heavy sigh came from him as he turned to face the lake, half hidden by the trees. “Her name was Yongsun and she was a beautiful young woman. We grew up together, as thick as thieves, some might say.”

He slowly made his way toward the water and you followed without hesitation. Woozi grabbed the back of your shirt with a scowl, staying close in case something happened. Though, he wasn’t too sure there was anything he could do should this man choose to attack.

Reginald stopped at the lake’s edge where an old wooden bench sat. You brushed off the dirt and leaves from it before settling down, Woozi beside you. He was grateful to be off his feet and he scowled, brushing away the leaves that clung to his skin.

“She fell in love with me, it seems, though my heart belonged to another – her younger sister. When she learned of this, she flew into a rage, demanding that we stop seeing each other. We both refused, of course, for we were deep in love and…”

“And what?” You prompted, leaning toward him.

“She was with child. My child.” He said it proudly yet his words were laced with so much sadness that it made your heart ache. “When Yongsun learned of this, she did the unthinkable – she resorted to witchcraft to punish us both. She cut off my head while I slept. I felt not a thing.”

“That’s horrible,” you scowled, folding your arms over your chest. “What a bitch.”

Woozi smacked your thigh lightly, clicking his tongue. “Language.”

“Sorry, mom.”

“That’s not funny.”

You snickered, taking his hand in yours before turning back to the spirit. “What happened to the sister?”

“I do not know. I have searched for that answer for many years but I fear it has been lost to time.”

“How did you come to realize you had been cursed?”

“When I rose from the grave a week later. I was myself, yet I was not. Alive, yet dead. She was sitting in front of my grave with a slain goat and a book of dark magic. ‘I have cursed you for all eternity,’ she told me. ‘You will wander here until time stops and the world dies, unless you can find what you have lost.’“

“What a bitch,” you scoffed, ignoring Woozi’s look. “I hate her.”

“I wish I could,” he admitted softly. “I have tried to hate her, but I simply cannot.”

“You’re better than me. I’d never forgive her.”

“I have not forgiven her, make no mistake. I simply cannot hate her for her actions. If I did so, I would be no different than she. I would be giving in to the same darkness that corrupted her once pure heart.”

You exchanged a look with Woozi, both of you surprised by just how deep his words were.

“And so, here I remain,” He held his arms out on either side of him. “Searching endlessly for the head I have lost so that I may finally find peace.”

You frowned at Woozi, squeezing his hand.

Without a word, he knew what you wanted. He shook his head, lowering his voice to a whisper as he leaned closer to you. “Absolutely not. We’ve entertained this long enough.”

“Think about it,” you whispered back. “He’s been searching for so long, alone in these woods. He lost the love of his life, he was betrayed by his best friend and then he was cursed to wander alone. We have to help him.”

“We don’t even know if finding his head will free him. Plus, he’s been searching these woods for centuries and hasn’t found it. What makes you think we can find it?”

“Because we’re together,” you grinned, squeezing his hand again. “And together, we can do anything.”

“No, absolutely not.” He shook his head. “I’m putting my foot down. We are not doing this. We are going back to the cabin and we’re going to enjoy the rest of our vacation as if this never happened.” He stood up from the bench, wincing when he stepped on a rock.

You stood up as well, wrapping your arms around him. “Please, Jihoon?”

“No.”

“Please, baby?”

He shifted his weight, shaking his head no but you knew his resolve was breaking.

“Please?” You nuzzled against the side of his neck, lips ghosting over his skin. “My baby.”

He groaned in frustration as his resolve completely shattered with those two words, almost as if they were magic. “Fine, but we’re only going to look until the sun rises, then we go back to our vacation.”

“Thank you!” You grinned, pecking his cheek.

Reginald chuckled softly. “You appear to have some magical affinity, as well, my dear.”

“Only with him,” you laughed. “Do you have any idea where the head might be?”

“I do not. I feel as though I have wandered all across this land without success.”

“Great, so we’re searching blind,” sighed Woozi, running a hand through his hair. “I’m going to go get my shoes, don’t you dare move.”

You chuckled at his stern look, giving him a nod.

He started to walk away but paused, glaring at the spirit. “If you do anything, I swear I will find a way to bring you back to life just so I can murder you myself.”

Reginald held up his ghostly hands in surrender. “You have my word, my dear sir.”

You hummed thoughtfully, holding your chin as you paced back and forth in front of the bench. “Did she give you any clues? Any hints?”

“No.”

“Did you check your grave?”

“It was the first place I looked.”

You hummed again, mulling over everything he had told you thus far. “She was super upset because she loved you but you didn’t love her… did she confess to you? Or did you find out when she got angry?”

“She confessed.”

You snapped your fingers, eyes widening as you turned to him. “Do you remember where she confessed?”

“Why, yes. It is not far from here, in fact.”

“I bet that’s it! Let’s go!”

“Your boyfriend was quite clear about waiting here for him.”

You frowned, looking in the direction of the cabin but there was no sign of Woozi. You couldn’t stand still, practically bouncing on the spot with excitement. “Ugh! He’s taking too long!”

“Well… perhaps I could leave Sato here to wait for him.”

“Sato?” Your brow furrowed. “Is there another spirit here?”

“There is.” He cleared his throat before whistling loudly.

You had no idea how this was possible without his head but, for the sake of your brain, you chose not to question it. Something told you he wouldn’t be able to answer you anyway.

There was a high-pitched neigh in the distance before a large, spectral horse jumped down from the hell behind you, trotting over to his master. Reginald chuckled, patting the horse gently atop its head. “I require you to wait here for Sir Woozi to return. When he does, bring him to me.”

Sato neighed, nodding his head. Part of you was disappointed that the horse didn’t start speaking.

“Excellent. Follow me, then.”

You offered the horse a smile before following him deeper into the woods. Between the full moon above and the ethereal glow of his body, you had no problem seeing where you were going.

He led you to a clearing deep in the woods where a tall cherry tree sat, its branches completely bare. Even naked, it was beautiful and felt almost magical to you.

“This is where she confessed,” he explained as he stood directly beneath the overhanging branches.

“Well, time to get digging, I suppose,” you muttered, kneeling on the cold earth and sticking your fingers into the dirt.

He kneeled in front of you, copying your motions. Though he didn’t touch the ground, clumps of diet were lifted up and tossed to the side, forming a pile beside him.

“That’s so wicked,” you muttered, amazed by the magic being performed in front of you. “Is that, like, a dead person thing or a curse thing?”

He paused thoughtfully for a moment. “I am not quite sure. I have never given it thought before this moment.”

“Ah, I see.”

It felt as if you dug for ages before you heard the sound of hooves slapping the ground, growing steadily in volume as Sato rushed toward the two of you. To your surprise, Woozi was riding on his back, looking a bit uncomfortable at riding a dead horse.

“Holy shit,” you exclaimed, scrambling to your feet. “How are you riding him?”

“I have no idea,” he scowled as the horse came to a stop in front of you. “Give me your hand.”

You wiped your hands on your pants to remove some of the dirt before holding them out to him, helping him off the creature’s back. With a loud neigh, his body dissolved into nothingness.

“Shit, did he die?” You questioned with wide eyes. “Again, I mean.”

Reginald chuckled, continuing to dig. The lower half of his body was in the hole. “Fear not, he will be fine. Manifesting so that he can be ridden is quite taxing, you see. He simply needs to rest and he will be right as rain.”

“That’s good,” you sighed in relief, hand over your heart. You tried to return to digging but Woozi stopped you, scowling at you.

“I told you to wait for me.”

“I know, I’m sorry. It’s just… I had an idea and I got excited!”

“You’re too reckless! What if something happened?”

“But it didn’t. I’m perfectly fine, see?” You held your arms out with a grin and his eyes scanned your body before sighing.

“Any luck?”

It was Reginald who answered. “I am afraid not. The hole is quite deep yet I do not feel my head at all. It is not here, I fear.”

“Wait… you can feel it?” inquired Woozi with a furrowed brow.

“Faintly, yes. It is certainly in this area, but I cannot seem to narrow it down.”

“Well, what else is in the area that could be significant?”

He pulled himself out of the hole, humming in thought. “This tree where she confessed her love to me. My grave, which I have already checked -“

“Wait a minute,” you held up your hand to stop him. “Just your grave?”

“Well, no. It is a graveyard.”

You and Woozi exchanged a look, clearly thinking the same thing.

“Unless you can find what you lost,” you repeated the words he had told you, Woozi finishing the thought.

“I don’t think it’s your head you need to find.”

“Whatever do you mean, Sir Woozi?”

“It wasn’t just your head you lost,” he spoke softly, folding his arms over his chest as he glanced at you.

“Your lover and child,” you whispered with a frown. “Are they… in this graveyard?”

For several moments, Reginald was silent and still, not moving an inch. The two of you exchanged a concerned look but, before you could question him, he turned on his heel and took off through the woods.

“O-Oi! Wait for us!” You grabbed Woozi’s hand before taking chase, struggling to keep up with him since he could float rather than run.

By the time he stopped, both of you were breathing heavily and you had to lean against the rusted iron bars surrounding the graveyard. You could just faintly see his glowing form at the other end of the graveyard.

“Are we really doing this?” Woozi huffed, hand on his hip and a tired expression on his face. “Digging in the woods is one thing, but digging in a cemetery? That’s a crime. If we get caught…”

You knew what he was thinking. As an idol, if he was caught and arrested for grave robbing, his company would most likely fire him or, at the very least, remove him from Seventeen activities for the foreseeable future. His job was everything to him and you weren’t sure how he would handle being removed prematurely from it.

You cupped his pale cheeks gently, kissing his forehead. “Go back to the cabin, baby.”

“What? You want me to leave you here?” He scoffed, eyes hard. “That’s not going to happen.”

“If you get caught, it’ll be bad -“

“And you think it won’t be if you get caught?”

“Not as bad, no. I don’t have a career on the line, you do. Let me handle this, okay?” You started to pull away but he stopped you, his hand covering your own.

“No. We do this together or we don’t do it at all.”

“Are you sure…?”

“Like you said,” he smiled lovingly at you, eyes filled with warmth and love. “Together, we can do anything.”

You grinned proudly, claiming his lips. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too, darling. Now let’s get this over with so we can get back to our vacation.”

You snickered, nodding at him before climbing through the hole in the fence, heading toward Reginald. He was standing in front of a small headstone, vines growing from the cracks. There was no name or date listed upon it.

“Are you okay?” you asked him softly. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“I must…” His voice trembled as he sank to his knees, beginning to move the dirt. “I must know.”

Exchanging a look, the two of you kneeled on the ground and started to help him dig. It didn’t take long at all to reach the remains because they weren’t buried very far down, nor were they inside a box. The skeleton sat in the fetal position, clutching the tiny remains of a premature infant.

You swallowed hard, looking away because it was simply too hard to look at. Woozi put his arm around you, gently rubbing your upper arm.

Reginald’s shoulders trembled as soft sobs left him. “My beloved Eunsoo… my beautiful child… my family…” He reached out, fingers brushing against the pendant around her neck. Rather than going through it like it should have, he was able to grasp a hold of it, lifting it from the grave and clutching it to his chest.

“I’m sorry, Reginald,” you told him softly, reaching for his shoulder but your fingers went right through him. You tried to find the words to comfort him, to tell him that everything would be okay but you knew it would be a lie. All you could do was apologize – for what had happened to him and for being unable to help him. “I’m so sorry.”

Woozi squeezed your shoulder, resting his head against yours as he whispered, “We tried, darling.”

“I just wish we could do more…”

“I know.”

The sun was slowly starting to rise on the horizon, the sky lighting up.

“There’s nothing more we can do.”

You frowned at him, noticing the sadness lingering in his own eyes. Despite having been against the idea, you knew he also felt disappointed and upset at the failure. “We can’t just leave him like this.” You motioned toward the sobbing spirit and Woozi mirrored your frown.

He knew you were right, but he had no idea what either of you could do.

“Don’t cry, my love.“

Your head snapped to the side, eyes widening as you smacked Woozi’s arm repeatedly. “Are you seeing this?!”

“I see it, now stop.” He grabbed your hand to stop you, but his eyes were trained on the beautiful spectral woman standing between two large trees, just inside the fence line.

Reginald slowly turned, a gasp escaping him. “It… it cannot be…”

She smiled. “But it can be, my love, for it is.”

He slowly approached her, his voice trembling. “Eunsoo…”

Eunsoo held out her arms and the man rushed at her, his arms wrapped around her body. Both of them became fuzzy when they did this, parts of their bodies weaving in and out of focus. “You have finally returned to me. You kept me waiting for so long.”

“I am so sorry, my love. Please… forgive me!”

Your breath caught in your throat. “Jihoon, look!”

Reginald’s head was slowly materializing from the neck up, returning to him as if it had never been gone in the first place.

“This has got to be a dream,” muttered Woozi, rubbing at his eyes with his shirt since his hands were dirty. You pinched his hand and he cried out, scowling at you. “What was that for?”

“You can’t feel pain in dreams.”

“Says who?”

You shrugged a shoulder. “I read it online somewhere as a kid. It’s probably true.”

“Good lord, darling, how did you survive before you met me?”

“Very recklessly, apparently,” you laughed, making him shake his head in disapproval. You didn’t miss the slight smile on his face, though.

As rays of light started to shine over the graveyard, the two of them kissed, their bodies slowly disappearing until there was nothing left. Tears gathered in your eyes, Woozi bringing you into his arms, lips pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I didn’t get to say goodbye,” you mumbled sadly. “But I’m glad he finally got to move on. I’m glad they’re together again.”

Woozi hummed in agreement, brushing his fingers through your hair. “We should refill the grave.”

“Good idea.”

“Let’s do it quickly before anyone arrives.”

“Right~”

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You were the first one to wake up that afternoon, snuggled up against your boyfriend on the couch because it was closer than the bedroom. Woozi was still fast asleep, one arm around your waist and the other tucked under his head as a makeshift pillow.

You smiled tiredly at him before slowly crawling off the couch, careful not to wake him up. After taking a shower, you decided to make some food for the two of you. Upon entering the kitchen, though, you noticed something sitting on the counter.

Upon closer inspection, it was the pendant belonging to Eunsoo. With a furrowed brow, you carefully picked it up, half expecting it to turn into dust. You had seen it in Reginald’s hand when the two disappeared, so how was it here now? You brushed your thumb over the green emerald sitting in the center and an idea struck you.

With a smile, you slipped it into your pocket before getting to work making breakfast. The smell wafted through the cabin, tickling Woozi’s nose until he stirred, rubbing at his eyes. He briefly wondered if last night had been some strange dream, but his sore feet and dirt-covered hands said otherwise.

He headed straight to the bathroom, taking a long, hot shower to stave off the autumn chill. You were just finishing up in the kitchen when he entered, rubbing the towel over his wet hair.

“Breakfast is ready,” you told him, pecking his lips.

He hummed in amusement, sitting down at the table. “It’s six in the afternoon.”

“So? We just woke up, so it’s technically breakfast.”

“Whatever makes you happy.”

You set a plate in front of him, moving to sit across the table but then you changed your mind. Instead of sitting down, you moved behind him, pulling the pendant from your pocket. He paid you no mind as he ate the omelet, savoring the flavor because you made it just the way he liked it.

You slipped your arms around his neck and he paused when he felt the thin chain against his skin.

“What are you -” he brought his hand up to lift the pendant, realization flashing through his eyes.

You secured the clasp before wrapping your arms around him, nuzzling against his cheek. “Let’s be together forever, Jihoon, even after we die.”

A smile came to his lips, his hand resting on your arm as he hummed. “I’d like that.” Warmth and love filled both of you, wrapping around you like a comforting blanket that tied the two of you together.

“Forever,” you whispered softly.

“Forever,” he whispered back.

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