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lamb to a slaugther

“Jupiter was suppose to be a star but failed”

“To say it failed would be to assume it was ever possible”

Reaper ash x reader

tw: death, classism, elitism, cuss words, religion and religous imagery play a big role in this series. erm idk what else, not proof read by anyone else besides me.

word count: 7.1k

part 1

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It was a hot 4th of july, sweat ran down my brow as i held onto Dill as we walked to the reaping site, she shook in my arms

“y/n i'm scared what if i get picked.”

She said her voice shaky and i could almost see tears about to fall out if her eyes

“Dill you wont get picked i know, i promised your parents no matter what you would be safe. There's only a few pieces of paper in there that have your name I promise.”

I said to her as I brought her closer to me, peacekeepers shoved people into neat lines. I shield her from any of the peace keepers arms.

“Hey dill after this reaping do you want to go to my house to play with my sister Hope, shes been wanting to go to pick flowers by the swamp” i said to dill as a way to calm her spirits, to let her know we would walk out of here fine. She smiled slightly and nodded her head,I was then pushed away by piece keepers to a different line. I was put next to alexa barnette. She was 15, a year younger than me, I knew her brother from school. On my left side was reaper Ash. He was 1 ½ years older than me,when we were younger we were friends but as we got older we just drifted apart both of us getting to busy to be able to hangout anymore. The only time i have gotten to talk to him was whenever he went to the infirmary for injuries he had sustained, he didn't go often but he also didn't go rarely, he went enough time to were i would find myself happy to see him so we could talk again. I turned my attention to the stage when I heard footsteps.

“Hello, hello, reaping day, a way for the districts to get forgiveness from the capital and for one of you to walk out a victor. I hope you're all excited, and may the odds ever be in your favor.”The mayor said his voice was filled with amusement and excitement, the exact opposite of what everyone else in the crowd was feeling.he was dressed in a nice suit that was only ever worn on reaping days, most likely to impress capital citizens. Everyone stayed silent, my eyes furrowed with an annoyed expression and I looked at Alexa who was looking forward at the stage, i then turned my head to reaper. When I looked at him I noticed his eyes were already looking at me but quickly turned to the stage once he noticed that I was looking at him.

“Hm, well ladies first” he stuck his hand in the reaping jar, i felt my hands start to shake as i clutched the cross necklaces in my pocket it was for my sister i was gonna give her after the reaping, my hand brushed some goz and ointment i had brought just incase i was called, from rumors i've heard from listening to peacekeepers from the capital, the capital does not provide the best medical assistance to the district tributes only a veterinarian. Another reason my grandma had been teaching me how to heal and take care of other people. I was wearing matching cross necklaces that were hidden under the layers of my clothes, silently praying that wouldn't be anyone I knew, I shut my eyes to try to pretend like all of this wasn't real.

There was a deafening silence, I could hear “the female tribute is…..Dill” my eyes shot open. I felt like everything around me had frozen, my heart was beating fast in my chest and my breathing became shallow. I tried to find dill with my eyes but they started to fill with tears making it hard to see. I saw movement in the crowd and saw her walk out of her line. My feet started to move before my brain could react

“Dill” i muttered i walked past reaper, he lightly grabbed my arm but I shook it out of his grasp.

“Dill” I said as I walked in the open area, I could see Dill look back at me but before i get get any closer, peacekeepers grabbed me. I struggled in the arms and punched one of them in the head even though it wasn't one of the strongest punches.

“No, Dill please, I'll go, I'll go '' I said i felt tears run down my face. I could see the mayor looking at me with an amused smirk from the corner of my eye.

“I volunteer as tribute, I will go in her place.” i said my voice was loud but shaky, the peacekeepers let me go and i ran towards dill pulling her into an embrace.

“y/n?” she asked if her voice was muffled and shaky as she clung to my form.

“I promised your parents, Dill please tell my sister I love her ok! Look after yourself ok!” I said crouching down slightly to whisper to her, I reached in the pocket of my dress and pulled out my cross necklaces and placed it in her hand.

“You're gonna be ok dill, i promise ok, give the necklaces to my little sister .ok, you promise.” I said to her, she weakly shook her head before she was taken back in line and I grabbed my peacekeepers and pushed up onto the stage. I felt tears well up in my eyes again this time because I realized that I had just signed myself up for a guaranteed death.

“District 11 first ever volunteer, what is your name” the mayor said into the mic, i didnt answer for a second my head was spinning with adrenaline

“(y/n),..(y/n) Lamb” i said with a shaky voice, i stepped away from the mic and lifted my head up to the sky as the mayor picked a name out of the boys box, ‘Lord help me’ i thought, before looking back ahead at the crowd of people

“And the male tribute is…. Reaper ash.” The mayor said, my eyes slightly widened as I looked at Reaper, me and him made eye contact as the peacekeepers grabbed him harshly, they moved him up the stage and he shook them off with an annoyed and upset look on his face. The mayor continued to talk but i couldn't make out what he was saying anymore since in my ears were ringing, it wasn't until i felt reaper grab my hand with his and lift it in the air, i looked at him with a dazed but confused look but all he did was just force a smile. Soon the peacekeepers came and ripped us apart and ushered us to district 11 train station.

They stood with us until the train came and pushed us into a train cart that smelt like animals were held in it at one point. The push from the peace Me and Reaper were silent until we heard the door shut and the whistle of the train once it started moving.

“Why would you do something like that, you've signed yourself up to be killed and you know made yourself a spectacle to the capitol.'' Reaper said his voice was filled with anger and annoyance. I looked down at the ground of the train car as I walked to one of the walls and slumped down and put my hands over my face.

“I know that, but I couldn't let her die. She's just a kid, she's too young to, innocent, she doesn't deserve to be put in these games, no one does.” I said, my voice was shaky but simultaneously confident.

Reaper stayed silent and walked over towards me and sat down besides me, i heard him sigh not out of annoyance but out of defeat.

“What about your sister, she needs you. Your grandma aint doing good either” i looked up from the ground and and looked at him with a confused look, i don't remember in any of the conversations ive had with him recently were i mentioned anything about my grandma’s health.

“How-”

“Word gets around the district y/n.” he said, turning to look at me, he had took of his cap and placed it in his lap.

“well dill's family promised if i ever got reaped they would look after her and our grandma is doing ok right know but… anyways she's 8 so i don't think she fully understands what's happening. I'm not saying it's gonna be any easier for her or dill but.." I trailed off, my eyes wandered around the cart, It was old and decrepit, smelled like animal shit to. There were some holes in the cart that allowed some light in.

“I'm sorry reaper, Can't imagine how you feel, you were almost free from these games.” I said to him as I continued to scan the train cart.

“Yea” was all he said, i didn't push the topic any further, i let the moving train car lull me to sleep. A part of me hoped I would wake up from this nightmare, the other part knew I would most likely die in it.

—---------------- after the long train ride

After a day or so, I honestly couldn't tell but all I knew is that i was starving,the train jolleted to a halt, making me jump up a bit. The cart doors opened and a stream of light poured in. if i hadn't known any better I would have thought I had died and made it to heaven and at this point that's all I had to look forward to.

Reaper jumped out of the car and reached out and help lift me down out of the cart even though I was capable of getting out myself but I appreciated the gesture, I smiled at him and said thank you. I was able to catch myself with the help of a reaper.

“You okay?” he asked

“Yeah, you?” I asked him, and he nodded his head as confirmation. I looked around the train station, it was a lot nicer than district 11, there was marbil everywhere and the trains were a lot fancier than the ones we were put in. i notice other tributes as well, a girl with very short red hair standing protectively next to a boy who couldn't have been more that 12 years old. There was also a boy with one eye open and beside him was a girl with blonde hair and a cloth covering over the top part of her head,tanner and brandy were the tributes names.

My eyes wandered over some of the other tributes that I could see until they stopped on one, from the looks of it he was staring at me before I realized it. When I looked in his directions he turned his eyes to the ground, he had short, dark, short cut hair and was wearing a blue shirt with vest along with some brown slacks, i think his names was marcus.

Before i could look around more peacekeepers started grabbing each of the tributes and placed them into a small car, one grabbed me harshly but was pushed of by reaper, i looked at reaper with eyes that said thank you as i got in the cart, i turned and reached out my hand for him to pull himself. I kept my hand in his as I moved to the back of the cart, I sat down next to a girl with a colorful dress her name was lucy grey, that name i was sure of. Her top had enterically sewn flowers and snakes? her skirt was a beautiful rainbow pattern. The train car doors closed but i noticed a flash of a bright vibrant red hop into the car. I looked at the new boy who clearly was a part of the district, he wore a bright red suit with a matching skirt. It was obnoxious. He had curly blonde hair and big bright blue eyes that nervously searched over the car. He was pretty, but something about him made me uneasy like he was a wolf in sheep's clothing. His looks only played more into the “innocent appearance” I glared at him.

“You in the wrong train, pretty boy?” I looked up at reaper after hearing him say that.

“No this car is lovely” the boy said, before i realized it i saw reaper storm towards him,

“Get him reaper” one of the other tributes said.

“Ill kill you right now” reaper said as he held the boy up giants the wall of the car.

“He’ll do it, he killed a peacekeeper back in 11, none knew it was him” i said looking at the boy.

“Shut up y/n” reaper said, i looked down then back up at the other tributes.

“Why don't we all kill him?” the tribute with red short hair said,her name was coral.

“We have nothing to lose now” said another as he started to get up and moved towards Reaper and the boy.

“You got any family back home, they'll kill them if you hurt Him. And besides he's my mentor ima need him to win.” the girl in the rainbow dress said.

Coral walked over to lucy and leaned down, her face inches away from the lucys. I watched with one eyebrow lifted in curiosity.

“And what makes you so special? Why do you get a mentor and we don't huh?”

Before the girl could answer the boy did

“Everyone gets a mentor to help you win.”

I laughed, turning everyone's attention to me.

“were yall like bribed to mentor us or some'” I said sarcastically and bitterly, there's no way in hell a capital citizen would want to help out the district. They saw us as scum, animals, not even animals, they would treat a rat better than they would treat us districts.

“Well there is a prize for the student.” he said sheepishly, i rolled my eyes and looked away from him and stared at the wall, i tuned out whatever else would be said by the others, that was until the train car stopped and tipped over, the doors opened and i felt myself tumble out of the car, the rocky wall of the zoo hitting me and bouncing me off the walls, i felt other tributes bodies hit me until i rolled on the ground and felt someone wrap their arms around my body protecting me from even more possible damage. When I opened my eyes and let out a groan and slowly propped myself up with my elbows as I felt the arms that protected me almost slither off of me. I turned my head over shoulder to see to my surprise I saw Marcus next to me, before I could thank him i felt someone grab me from under my shoulders and lift me up. I looked at Marcus one more time as he slowly got up, he made eye contact with me and I mouthed a thank you to him. I turned once my feet were firmly planted on the ground and turned around to find a reaper standing in front of me. Out of instinct from taking care of people I grabbed his jaw and turned his face side to side to make sure he wasn't bleeding or had any significant imminent injuries.

“Im fine y/n, don't worry about me ok” he said to try to reassure me, i let go of his jaw and looked down to wipe of any dirt from my dress, i felt my cheeks slightly warm. I slightly stepped back from reaper as i looked up and observed were we were. It was a caged in area with a rocky wall a tree and multiple rocks on the ground and pieces of wood. I noticed people starring at us and the other tributes from out side the cage.

“What the hell?” I said slightly as I shifted closer to reaper, not liking the eyes i could feel on me or on reaper.we stood 6ft away from the fence, a man with hair slick to the side of his hair wearing a grey suit came up to the other side of the cage talking into a microphone infront of a camera

“And here we have the volunteer from district 11” he announced, i looked at reaper confused and I felt him put a protective hand on my shoulder, i look at the man and he was staring at me, i pointed to myself in confusion since i was still in a daze.

“Yes you, not like there's any other volunteers here.” he said with a smirk.

“Who are you?” was all i could say my voice was laced with confusion. The man looked at me with an astonished and annoyed look on his face, the camera man laughed and he yelled at them to shut up, like a mother scolding her children. Instead of asking anymore questions he noticed lucy grey and the capital boy talking to some capital children through the fence and left to go interview them.

Me and Reaper quickly found a place to sit, it was a log next to one of the trees in the cage. My stomach grumbled, I almost forgot how hungry I was with all the chaos going on. I stared off into space as more people crowded to wear lucy was, soon enough capital guards came and took the boy out of the cage.

“I hate this.” i said, i dug my cross necklace out from under the shirt of my dress and fiddled with it, “you could've gotten out of this.” said reaper, he was right i didn't have to be hear unlike him my name wasn't drawn i chose to volunteer in place of dill, in the middle of some old abandoned zoo surrounded by capitalies gawking at me, at all of us like we're animal.

He noticed my necklace that I was fidgeting with, the chain was slightly rusted, it was a faded gold color and the ends of each side of the cross we pointed, in the middle there was a red gem. “How long have you had that?” Reaper ask, i looked down at my necklace,”I think since i was a kid, was my grandmas but she gave me it when i was young.” i said, slightly smiling at the memory, i looked back up at reaper my eyes traveling over him. I was scared, scared for me scared for him, scared for the other tributes, we were all paying for the “sins” that we didnt commit that we were to young to even understand

"You know it will be taken if they see it, right?" Reaper's voice carried a note of caution as he observed the religious symbol I clutched in my hand. My throat tightened, and I swallowed nervously.

"Yeah, I know," I replied, the words escaping in a hushed murmur. Religion in Panem had always been a source of controversy, especially to the Capitol. Remembering the stories my grandmother shared, I knew that after the rebellion against the Capitol, the ruling power took drastic measures to erase any trace of religious identity from the districts. In the wake of the uprising, the Capitol systematically targeted and destroyed religious places—churches, mosques, synagogues, Hindu temples, and other places of worship, it didn't matter what religion it was, if there was any physical symbol of it they destroyed it. Their campaign extended to burning holy books and eradicating religious symbols. While the Capitol didn't resort to killing individuals based on their religious beliefs, they forced practitioners into hiding. It was a subtle but effective method, a means to extinguish any flicker of hope that religion might offer. I always wondered about the Capitol's motives. It wasn't just about eradication; it was a calculated effort to control. By dismantling religious institutions and institutions out side of the capitol in general, the Capitol aimed to sever the ties that bound people together, denying them a source of collective strength. My grandmother had emphasized the Capitol's fear that if religion persisted or if some other form of hope came about, it could potentially unite the districts, fostering a shared sense of hope and unity between people and the district that would threaten loyalty to the Capitol. In the twisted logic of the Capitol, religion was a threat. While acknowledging the potential for radicalization, I couldn't ignore its power to bring people together, offering solace, guidance, and a sliver of hope outside the oppressive grasp of the Capitol. I believed the Capitol despised the notion that if religion prevailed, citizens might cease to see the Capitol and its citizens as godlike figures, and their “unquestioning” obedience could be disrupted.

(shout out to @luckyleftie on tiktok for making a whole vid on tiktok that ispired that inner dialogue.)

slowly people left and the day turned to night, my head started to fall from me drifting in and out of sleep. I looked at reaper who was still awake, slowly a moved off the log and laid down taking off my shall to use as a blanket. I patted the space next to me, under were reaper was sitting. He looked down at me

“You need to sleep. The last thing I want is you passing out on me.” I said with a worried look in my eyes. Slowly he got down on the ground and laid next to me. I decided to share my makeshift blanket with me, i had my skirt to warm myself with since i could curl my legs underneath it.

Morning

The next day came, I woke at sunrise, a habit I had picked up from working as a medic and having to do agricultural work early in the morning. I looked beside me and saw that reaper was still asleep, I studied his face. He looked at peace when he was asleep, his eyebrows weren't scrunched together and his face was softened. I understood why he was upset and standoffish, he never liked the capital, he didn't deserve to be stuck in a cage for people to gawk at. But right now in this moment it seemed that he didn't worry about that, he was in a peaceful sleep. I smiled knowing that he was at peace even if it was for a little. I decided to get up and walk around the zoo, being careful not to step on anyone who was sleeping.

“You an early bird to?” i heard someone say, i turned around and saw lucy gray siting on a rock close to her district companion jessup.

“Yea i guess so” i said lightly. I looked at Jessup and noticed how he seemed to almost shudder in his sleep.

“Is he ok?” I asked as I moved closer to them, her face dropped a bit.

“He’s been like this since we got here, he was bit by a bat on the train hes been shivering all night..” she said, looking at him with worry. I belt down by him

“Do you know where he was bitten?” I asked her while trying to look him over. The fact that he was bit by an animal worried me a bit. My mind immediately went to times where people came into the care room acting wild, their mouths all foamy and they also hated water, they were afraid of water. It was scary to see, I remember one lady who was always so sweet was bitten and she completely lost herself after she was bit, it wasn't immediate but it wasn't slow either. Back in 11 we called it lytta because of the madness it seemed to ensue in people. I felt myself shudder thinking of the memories. I would have to keep jessup in my prayers in hopes its not nothing bad.

“By his ear” she said, her thick appalachian accent coming throught. I realized it was the ear he was sleeping on so i had no chance to look at it right know. I decided to switch to a different topic

“Your from 12 right?” i asked, it wasnt much of a question, i knew the answer but still asked. She smirked at me.

“Yes and you’r from 11, correct” she said more as a statement than anything.

“Yea, whats it like, there in 12?” i asked her curiously.

“Well it depends were you go, if your in the heart of it, were reapin takes place. Its stuffy filled with smoke, but if you go out of there its beautiful its so green and we have lakes and mountains me and my cousin go swimming there along with the rest of the covey.” she said, i tilted my head in confusion

“The covey?” i asked curiously, she smiled with excitement

“Were or we were a nomad group before panem wasd a thing but after the rebellion we got stuck in 12, we sing a lot, my cousin mod ivory has this talent were she can hear one song once and she'll remember it for the rest of her life.” she said, for the first time i could hear excitement in her voice, i wanted to ask her more.

“How old is your cousin?’

“She's 10, a sweet little thing.” she seemed to pause for a moment.

“Who was that girl, that you volunteered for?” she asked me, i looked down and clutched my necklace.

“Her name is Dill, she's sweet, but she has tuberculosis. If she went here I doubt she would live through the train ride. But she's sweet, she's like a little sister to me, and plus her family has always looked after me and my sister.” i said, a fondness taking over my voice as I reminisced about all the memories I had. Before I could say more I felt eyes on me, I turned and looked back to see Reaper up and staring at me, a curious look on his face. I turned back to Lucy and smiled.

“Well i'll go now bye lucy” i said

“Bye y/n'' she said before turning to look through the bars of the zoo. I walked back to where Reaper was sitting and sat down by him. I rested my head on his shoulder, like I used to do when we were kids. Maybe it was a bold move since I felt his shoulder tense up before he relaxed. I closed my eyes and listened to his breathing. I tried to imagine I was a kid again, running through woodsies areas underneath the hot pulsing sun.

“How have you been?” i asked him

“What do you mean?” he asked me in return

“Like after we grew apart, how have you been?” I said to him, he seemed to stay quiet for a second, His mind seemed to be somewhere else.

“It's been… complicated, so much shit has happened since we were kids y/n. I've done some shit that if it got out… well it doesn't matter anymore.” he said, his voice had a vulnerability in it. I understood what he was talking about, I wanted to know more.

“Reaper, ill be honest. You were the one person to whom I knew I could trust when we were kids. When it came to talking about stuff that would get us killed if anyone heard.” I said to him sincerely, I felt his body shift which made my head fall off his shoulder before I brought it back up. He looked at me, his eyes soft. There was so much I wanted to catch up with him about.I wished I could see his thoughts through his eyes, eyes that held so much mystery yet familiarity.

“never knew you thought that.” he said, his face was unreadable.

“Hmm i guess i should make it known know rather than later, who knows how much longer I got.” i said looking at him, i slowly started to look around as i noticed more tributes were now up thought they were a bit dazed. He looked a bit confused by my statement but before he could say anything i continued to speak

“You know, we should try to make some alliances with some others, would be smart even if they lasted for a little bit” i said as i looked at the other tribute, i then looked at reaper a part was for approval the other part was to make sure he was still their and not just a figment of my imagination. He looked around then looked at me his face was hardened and thinking. He sighed for a moment.

“I don't think it would make a difference y/n, whether we made them or not.” he said to me.

“Well we should at least try to be on ok terms with the others, good enough for them to hesitate before they try anything you know.” i said to him, i think i was saying it more for myself rather than anything, reaper could handle himself if he needed to. I doubt anyone would go straight for him unless they were in a group. But I also doubt he would go straight for anyone either. He may have killed a peace keeper but reaper wasn't violent. people here would try to paint him as someone violent, but they don't know him. They don't know any of us.

—---------------------------- 2nd person

You stood up, reaper watched you as you did. Your yellowish cream dress had been dirtied from the dirt during the fall, it had embroidery of different flowers and herbs at the bottom of it, the colors were faded and faint due to how aged the dress was. Some of the embroidered plants were daisies, forget-me-nots, hyssop, pine and purple hyacinth. You turned and looked at Reaper, “what are you doing?” reaper asked, you looked at him and smiled slightly

“I don't know, i think ima walk around a bit, ill be back.” you said before walking away, he watched you intentionally, protectively. He didn't worry too much about the tributes here. But he did worry about the people of panem, he didn't like the way that man in front of the camera tried to make a spectitcal out of you, he didn't like how some of the boys when looking through the caged bars looked at you with eyes that held nothing good in them. He didn't like how Marcus had wrapped his arms around you during the fall. Reaper remembered how he would sometimes get into “accidents' ' when working so that would give him an excuse to go to the infirmary you would ‘work’ at just to see you, to see you worry about him like a lover would.

He continued to watch your figure but noticed that you were talking to someone on the other side of the fence, it was hard to make out if it was a male or female but reaper noticed that the person had the same obnoxious uniform that the boy on the train cart had. He decided to get up and walk over to you, as he got closer he noticed it was a boy with a buzzcut, he had eyes that were sloped down, and he had a sly smile on his face. Reaper walked close to you and was almost right behind, just slightly to the right. It seemed like the boy had noticed reaper and his face had dropped from a seemingly pleasant look on his face to a more annoyed face.

1st person, 10 minutes before—---------

As I got up and walked around I heard someone calling my name. I looked back at Reaper but it didn't seem to be him calling my name, nor was it lucy since she was talking to her mentor by now.

“No, Over here. Behind the fence.” i heard a boy yell, his voice sounded a little impatient but it sounded like he was trying to dull it down a bit. I looked past the caged bars and saw him, he had a buzzcut, he had sad eyes, a seemingly ‘friendly’ smile and was wearing the same loud, bright red uniform that the mentor of lucy was wearing.

“Hello” I said cautiously as I walked closer to the gate, I still was a good distance from him though.

“You are my tribute.” he said bluntly, he smiled a little more and looked at me like he was expecting me to reply.

“Um… what?” i asked him, looking at him with a confused gaze, he rolled his eyes slightly before sighing

“Im your mentor my names Urban.” he this time a little more inpatientally

“Oh, sorry, I didn't know they didnt tell us who are mentors were or that we were having ones. I only found out because of lucy grays mentor” i said to him with a genuine expression on my face. He seemed somewhat surprised by what i said.

“They didn't tell you all that you had mentors?” he asked.

“No they didn't but lucys told us we all had mentors, anyways what are you supposed to do as my mentor.”

“Im supposed to help you win, or at least make a good show. You winning would be the preferable option for both of us.” he said, his tone was undicerniable. I looked down and sighed before looking back up at him.

“Well I can't win if I'm fighting on an empty stomach and no water, Urban” I said looking at him, he seemed to understand what i was saying and smiled slightly. I hoped that he would bring enough food for me and reaper.

“I'll see what i can do-” he suddenly cut himself off and his face dropped to an annoyed look. I looked at him confused, I saw his eyes drift to behind me and I followed his gaze. As i turned i saw reaper standing behind me. Reaper was looking at him with suspicion.

“Hey Reaper this is Urban, he's my mentor. That means you got one too. Speaking of, where is his mentor? " I asked Urban. He sighed in frustration

“She got hospitalized, she should be better before we tour the arena.” he said, my face grew concerned, reaper raised a brow.

“How did she get hospitalized, what happened?” i asked

“I think she was bitten by some snakes, i'm not sure though.” he said, he sounded like he wanted to change the subject.

“Well i have to go to the academy” he said to me before promptly turning his back and walking off. I watched his figure move, it was in a stiff yet relaxed way. I felt a hand on my shoulder a looked at reaper.

“Be careful with him, who knows what the mentors really think.” he said, his tone was warning. I smiled at him.

“I will reaper, don't worry. Out of anyone here i'll listen to you.'' I said, he smiled slightly. He never smiled a lot anymore. When we were kids he used to smile a lot. But as we got older those smiles I loved so much as a kid faded away. I couldn't blame him though, everyone in district eleven had lost something about themselves once they reached the age of ten. I always feared when my sister would turn ten she would lose her love for animals, her love for being her.

“Reaper, I have a question,” I said to him as I sat down on a rock he followed not long after.

“Yea?”

“How come you never tried to be a healer at the infirmary?” I asked him curiously.

“What do you mean” he asked

“I mean, like, you've always cared about people from what I can remember. You always helped people out, you know. I guess it's just that I always saw you as someone who would be a healer.” i said to him, I looked at him and he stared at me, his face was unreadable.

“I didn't really get a choice in what I was put in. even you still had to work outside of the infirmary” he said to me softly. I looked at him and smiled.

“Yea i know, sorry it was a stupid question, i've just always wondered that '' i said, i cringed inwardly at my dialogue.

“Nah it's fine, we haven't gotten to talk much so i don't blame you for asking” he said calmly, he smiled again. We sat there in silence, a comfortable silence. I stared at him and smiled lightly, I didn't know how much time had passed nor did I care. For a moment I was content.

“y/n, im back” i heard Urban yell in a boarded tone, i slowly got up. I felt reaper grab my hand but I carefully removed his hand from mine and sent him a reassuring smile. I walked down to the bars of the zoo and saw Urban holding a small purple napkin. He handed me it along with water in a glass bottle. I opened the napkin and saw a small sandwich with some berries and bread. I looked up at urban and smiled gratefully.

“Thank you Urban, i swear me and Reaper were gonna die of starvation” i said, he seemed to get annoyed from my statement.

“I brought them for you not him.” he said, his eyebrows furrowed. I rolled my eyes and looked at him with a blank face. Instead of arguing with him i decided to play into the capitals game

“Urban, I need my district partner to be alive, you know, so I can win. So you can win that prize.'' I said, a part of me wanted to break the glass bottle the second I said that. Urban had nothing to lose if i lost, probably wouldn't even care if i died besides the fact he lost a cash prize or whatever it was. However Urban seemed to be pleased with my answer.

“Fine, whatever will make you win.” he said with a slight huff. I couldn't help but laugh a little. He looked at me confused.

“Sorry you remind me of my sister, always so impatient.” I said as I caught my breath. This only seemed to annoy him though

“You should be lucky i even brought you anything, that someone like me is even speaking to the likes of you.” he said with a tone ripped with condescension. I stared at him blankly for a second my fist almost clenching around the food.

“I dont even know why your upset and second if you keep saying comments like that to me, i might just kill myself the second i step in the ring. Just to know you would face the embarrassment of your mentie dying first and you not getting any money." I didn't fully mean it of course, but I just wanted him to shut up and take me seriously. At least give me and the others basic respect. Knowing the capital though it would take a lot more than that to be treated with basic dignity. Maybe If they wouldn't treat me like I was human, I could at least teach Urban to treat me like I was human.

Urban just stared at me, he turned and started to walk away. “Urban wait” i said loudly, he stopped and turned around which surprised me. “Thank you for the food and water. I appreciate it, "I said a little begrudgingly. Maybe I was imagining it but I swore I could have seen a faint smile cross his mouth before he shook it away and continued to walk away.

I turned and walked back to reaper who was eyeing me. I smiled and handed him a half of the sandwich. He refused it.

“Reaper you gotta eat, i'm not gonna eat that part so if you don't eat it. it's gonna go to waste. Plus I can hear your stomach rumbling and it worries me. So eat.” I said to him, he tried to protest but I forced the half into his hand. I also handed him the water bottle wich unlike the sandwich he accepted immediately. He took a few gulps of the water before handing it to me. I put the bottle to my lips and drank. I tried to preserve as much water as possible but it was hard. My thirst was almost unquenchable. Soon I put the water down and started to eat my half of the sandwich.

A piece of glass could be herd shattering and before long i heard screams. I looked up and saw a tribute with a broken glass bottle in her hand shoving it into her mentors neck. Soon capital guards started firing into the zoo at the tribute. A bullet nearly grazed me before reaper pulled me and him behind a tree. His arms were wrapped around me protectively while I held on to him like it was my last moments. Soon the bullets stop, I heard reaper mutter into my ear “It's ok”. I didn't know if he was saying that to calm me or himself. But it didn't really matter.

Soon we stepped out from the covering of the trees. The only thing i saw was brandy and her mentor lying on the ground. The people on the outside of the cage were huddled around the mentor. One boy had his hands on her neck as he screamed for help. Then there was brandy. Her body was riddled with bullets and one went straight through her head. Her body bled out on the ground. It took everything in me not to rush forward towards her body. But I was smarter than to risk my life right now.

I felt Reaper grab my hand, I looked at him slowly, tears starting to stream down my face as the full reality of the games sunk in.

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Im so sorry it took so long, and ill be real second part will prob take long to espichally since i got exams coming up. but trust i will be working on this story and the other story.

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A Den of Iniquity (Part 2)

Pairing: Dracula/Count Dracula/Vlad Tepes x Female Reader

Warnings: Death, Murder, Blood, Gore, Injuries and Violence.

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Sleeping wasn’t exactly what Dracula did. He remembered sleeping. It was a warm embrace with something that proved restful and fulfilling. As the creature he was now, it was silent, a quiet rest with blackness yet no peace. He did not dream delights anymore, at least not like when he was human. The dreams were rarely joyous or fulfilling. As a young man he could remember waking with Elisabeta on his mind and the hardness between his legs. Those days were gone. The dreams of her he had now revolved around her death. A bloodied face haunted his memories along with the twisted nightmare of her burning away, her face rotting into the mud as she reached for him. In the nightmare he could never reach her before she dissolved into ash and smoke. Other dreams were of dying faces or fire on the battlefield. His nightmares haunted him often, but most of the time the daylight made his mind silent, his eyes closed but his brain aware of the passage of time as it slowly ticked by around him. This morning, however, his brain was rife with activity as he listened to the bin men take the household rubbish from his drive. The rubbish lorry thundered as it emptied the bins, men shouting before it moved on down the hill.

Dracula closed his eyes inside his resting place, pushing his fingers deeper into the soil from his homeland as he turned his chin upwards, towards the wooden floorboards over his head. The vampire gurgled, blood churning in the spittle of his throat as he found some respite from the noise in the world around him. This time, the dreams were odd. He felt the noise outside melt away as his chest froze, mouth open in pause as death held his muscles still and taut. As the world outside disappeared, a new one appeared before his eyes. He awoke with a gasp, the bright white light blinding to his eyes as he fell to his knees. The vampire gasped at the sunlight, covering his eyes with one hand, the other burying itself into the sand beneath him. Dust stained the knees of his dark trousers, his shirt billowing with the hot wind. He looked down at the sand through squinted eyes and held a handful of the pure white dust. Dark, curly hair obscured his view as the wind blew again, blowing the sand from his grasp as the heat burned every inch of his skin. It was oppressive. Dracula reached for his shirt and stumbled to his feet, only to realise that he was barefoot, his toes sinking in the hot, white sand as he took a step. It was like walking on hot coals, as he headed forwards, towards the searing sun.

Dracula watched as his skin blistered. There was no respite from the sun in the barren lands. He pulled himself on through the sand, as long as he could, before collapsing to his knees, breathing hard, panting for air he did not need in the bright white light. The sand stuck to his eyelashes and was gritty against his scalp as the wind whipped more of the white granules into his hair. With a snarl, he tugged his hair away from his face and peered back at the desert. Before him stood a woman clad in black silk. The dress billowed in a giant, night coloured wave, and floated above the sand with ethereal grace as she took a step towards him. A crown of sparkling gold sat on top of her head, yet her face was masked with a thick black veil. Nothing was visible except the outline of a nose. He peered at the figure and watched the crown, set with deep red rubies, sparkle brilliantly. Another step revealed a leg. His eyes caught the sight of naked skin and he reached a hand forwards in the white sand to snatch at it. A snaked hissed from underneath her dress. It’s pointed nose snapped towards him. It flickered a black tongue at his hand before it opened its mouth and hissed, spit clinging between huge fangs before it began its ascent upwards, curling in ribbons of green around the woman. Green scales glittered like jewels against the black silk as it weaved its way upwards, coiling around flesh tightly. It dipped around her waist and hissed again, laying its head on her shoulder. Lace covered fingers stroked at the head of the giant snake before it moved to rest its head in her crown, black eyes watching Dracula in the sand.

The faceless queen didn’t move. She stood, like a statue, stroking the green scales of her snake. In a sudden movement, she turned, silk billowing around her bare feet as she walked in the sand.

“Who are you?!” He howled into the dust as it blew, choking him and making him scrape at his eyes. She didn’t reply to him as he peered back at the blistering sun, protected from the heat in her shadow. He opened his red eyes, shaking in the sand as he blinked his vision clear. The snake dipped beneath her shoulder before he drew back in fear, watching as the sun was blocked, feathered shadows exploding from her figure. She turned again and stepped to the side, coiling her great snake around her arms as the shedding wings shuddered, feathers drifting down into the sand before the three pairs of grey wings spread wide over his body. They blocked the sun and shook once more before eyes opened behind curtains of feathers. The grey feathers parted as a myriad of rainbow eyes rolled in their sockets, gazing at him. The hunched figure hissed behind them.

“Not you.” He cursed as he pushed himself back in the sand, a great snarl escaping his lips, “What is the meaning of this? You cannot have me yet!”

The figure creaked as it stood before laying its hands on the Queen, clad in black. The snake struck at the bone hands, squeezing her neck in protective coils as the winged creature laughed, a hollow noise echoing off stone walls.

Bone hands stretched from tattered sleeves, wrapping around the woman, wings draping over her as Death teased the end of the veil. A million eyes peered at him from the darkness of the hood, twirling in their own orbits and shifting in the darkness before the creature pulled the veil upwards. Dracula flinched from the sight, his hand held up as he hid behind the curtain of his hair, staring back into the white dunes of sand.

“Look then, Dracul. Look, beast that defies Death, and see what I have offered.” Death’s voice came from behind his ears, a whisper on the sandy winds. The vampire turned his head slowly, not daring to peer at the image of the reaper before him. He avoided the thousands of eyes as he peered into the shadowed face. Darkness eclipsed them as he peered at what was behind the veil. His focus was drawn in as he pushed himself to his feet, hobbling to take her shoulders from Death’s grip. The veil rippled over his head, surrounding them as he looked into the nothing. As he shifted his gaze, he felt the jade snake wrap around his shoulders, binding them together with a snarl, fangs sinking into his arm as the darkness swirled and fangs snapped towards his own face from the void.

Dracula slammed his hands against the wooden floorboards in his shock, jolting awake, throwing soil over his mouth and chest as he beat the floorboards with a howl. Red eyes burned from the darkness as he took a gasping breath he didn’t need and looked around the hole he was in. He was alone. With a violent curse in Romanian he felt along the board and pushed it upwards enough to escape his hole, crawling from the dirty resting place. The dirt fell down his shirt as he peeled back the curtains to gaze outside. It was dark now, the sun having just set, the stars not yet twinkling in the sky. He was alone. Death’s words rang in his mind as he remembered the bloodied vampire fangs snapping towards his face and the snake’s paralysing bite in his arm. Black eyes and green scales flashed behind his eyes as he closed them, and with a growl, he threw the curtains back closed and turned to shed his comfortable sleeping clothes in favour or something more worthy of going out in. Death did not scare him, he told himself as he turned the shower on.

Not long after the party, and you were, once again, looking at the displays in the shop, wondering about the appointment you had arranged with Vladimir Székely. He’d sent an email the day after the party with times and dates he was available. Tomorrow was your meeting with the owner of Dracula’s Blood. The email was professional and concise, none of the flirtatious charm you’d seen at the party, but, you reasoned, that was exactly it. It was a professional meeting. Nothing more. You looked at the wine display and grumbled. It would have to do until you could get something more interesting for passers-by. Tourists would love something gimmicky. You had the London liquor display, but it was only so attractive next to the Italian wines. With a tap to your phone, you opened the online page you ran, looking through the small forum side as you set up an announcement about new stock.

The address lead to a small office block by the banks of the River Thames. The river, at least at this time of year, didn’t smell particularly foul. You looked at the building and back to your phone before walking into the small reception room. The elevator had the names of the assigned floors to businesses and you spotted Dracula’s Blood before moving into the lift and pressing the floor’s button. It was a quiet ride upwards, the sun beginning to set on the horizon as you stepped onto the floor now rented by Vladimir.

“Ah! Hello!” The secretary rushed over to greet you, her tablet clutched in her hand, her bright, red dyed hair bundled up in a fashionable bouffant, clipped and shined in perfection, “Welcome to Dracula’s Blood Offices. I’m Miss Westenra, Vladimir’s secretary.” She offered her hand for you to shake.

“It is lovely to meet you.” You offered a smile as you rearranged your coat and bag in your hand.

“He’s just finishing up a small appointment at the moment, but he won’t run too late, I assure you.” She walked you to a small waiting room where a coat hook sat, “I’ve let him know you’ve arrived. He’ll be through to collect you shortly.” Miss Westenra promised as you hung your coat and sat down in a chair, your bag sat in your lap.

Vladimir dismissed his appointment with a pinch to his nose, trying to soothe a phantom ache he knew he could not feel. His head pounded and he drew the blinds behind himself. The sun was beginning to irritate him. In the shadows of his office he soothed his head before rapping his fingers along his desk and standing, fixing his red tie before he dared to open the door.

“Ah, my friend.” He opened his arms in good nature, open and kind, before taking your hand, pressing a small kiss to the back of it before he drew back, “It feels like too long has passed. Welcome. Please, enter, enter.” He opened the door to his office, “Come freely. Go safely; and leave some of the happiness you bring.” The man joked as he let you pass him by, closing the door after you, “I apologise for the darkness,” Vladimir gestured to the blinds, “I’m suffering with a headache, you see. The light is not good for my eyes.” He pulled out the chair and smiled as you sat in it, pushing his dark hair from his shoulders before he sat himself down in his large, leather armchair.

“Thank you for offering me this appointment, Mister Székely.” You opened your bag to pull out your own notebook, your notes carefully written out of his sight-line.

“Please,” Vladimir smiled, sharp teeth on display in a billionaire smile, “Call me Vladimir.”

“Well, Vladimir, I’m still happy for this opportunity. As you know, I’m very interested in your products.”

Vladimir nodded and clicked a few things on his computer, the screens flashing bright. He reached to turn the brightness down on them before replying, “As am I. I believe that supplying your shop would do wonders for my business. Not only would it improve the accessibility, but it would support a local business. I like that idea.”

You watched his face for signs of a lie, “Would it now?” With a brief shuffle of your papers you moved to lay a price sheet over his side of the table, outlining the prices you had agreed with other companies similar to his own, “As you can tell, I’m open to discussion with pricing but…” You leaned towards the dark man, “I won’t be taken for a fool. I know what your product is worth, Vlad.”

Dracula felt his blood boil at the impudence, yet his gut twisted for another taste of the power in your eyes and to challenge it with his own, “You are a fine negotiator.” He observed the prices with a tip of his head, “Never before have I seen such…well, beneficial prices.”

“Well, I aim to impress.” You joked as you gently took the prices back from his manicured nails, “Even if you should be the one impressing me.”

A cascade of chuckles escaped Vladimir as he leaned back in his great office chair and looked at the screens before him. The vampire felt his gums burn behind the small smile he managed to curl onto his pale face. It was torture. His stomach churned and everything burned with the intense ache to feed. To consume the one thing that he knew he could. He watched your blood thump in your neck for a moment before he tapped his nails against the desk. One wave of taps turned into two, and then a third before Vladimir opened his palms to you.

“Then perhaps I can propose a favourable deal?” He reached for his own journals and pulled free a few sheets of paper, “I have prepared a couple of supplier contracts in advance with varying conditions of sale.” With a lick to his finger, he peeled the first offer free and waited, his others hidden behind his linked hands.

“I don’t believe I’m willing to offer shares in my shop, Mister Székely.” You placed the paper back on his side of the desk and smiled, “The option of my webstore, however, I am willing to negotiate that.”

Inside, the beast purred, watching as you took the bait for his little scheme. The monster purred deep in his chest, silent yet as he smiled with a human face, “I believe that is something I can arrange with you.”

A crate of every variety of brandy and rum, a casket of Vladimir’s suggested wine and a dedicated page on your website was not much of an asking for the price you’d been given. A lot of supply for now, and, in comparison, a small price tag attached. You looked at your signed contracts and traced the jittery cursive of his name.

“Get better soon, Mister Székely.” You offered back at the building before heading towards the underground.

Vladimir watched through the window as you left, his throat burning, before the sun was too oppressive, and the vampire recoiled back behind the blinds. In the shadows of his office, he touched his burning skin, yet felt only ice underneath his fingertips. He pushed a claw to the intercom.

“Miss Westenra.” He uttered behind sharpening teeth.

“Yes, Mister Székely?” She replied, her fingers moving across the keyboard at lightning speeds, the tapping echoing in the microphone.

“You are dismissed.” He let the intercom go silent.

“Goodnight then, Sir.” She said before moving to finish the last of his emails and leaving through the elevator. He listened to the clicking of her red heels grow quieter and sighed as he tore the shirt from his back, peering at his own skin as it grew paler and paler, leathery yet paper thin, cold, dead veins leering at him from his arms as he saw fit to toss his stack of papers to the floor. His hair dripped from his scalp in great swathes of brown as wings erupted from his back and his mouth tore at the seams. He lashed at the air before watching the area around the office blinds, waiting for darkness to eclipse the world outside. The nights sky eventually rolled over and the vampire snarled as he tore open the blinds and burst into the night air with a flap of his wings, fangs bared at the moon as hunger burned behind his tongue.

The bat like monster descended on the streets beneath an underpass, wings snapping before claws scraped along the tarmac, sending pebbles and dust flying as Dracula inhaled, smelling the retched air of London. Piss and stale, sour water. He peered at the bridge over his head and stalked towards the sour bodies laid, wrapped in thick blankets, shuddering against the cold and rain. Dracula grasped the two bodies from their sleeping bags and felt his jaw unhinge with a great howl at their faces. The man and the woman cowered before the woman reached to lash at his face. Her nails grazed his leathery skin but did no damage.

“What the fuck?!” The male screeched as he was released, scuttering backwards towards the wall of the bridge, stained with soot from pollution.

“Let go of me!” The woman shouted before Dracula’s sharp teeth peeled open her throat with a spray of blood. The spray speckled his cheeks as she gurgled, her hands falling limp over his shoulders before he turned on the male and snatched him from the pavement, fangs opening a great hole in his throat as he snarled and continued to drink his fill, smearing blood over his chin and cheeks. The blood tasted thin and weak, but two provided him with enough sustenance to replace the three days of starvation he had put himself through.

The cold bodies were great, dead weights under his arms as he carried them towards the woods around Buckingham’s Estate. Dracula flashed fangs at the sky before he dropped the bodies into the lake, watching them fall like sacks of potatoes before splashing in the water. The birds squawked awake, but he heard no other noise as he soared back into the sky and escaped beyond the clouds, the wind drying the blood that had congealed on his chest. The night was fresh and clean beyond the clouds, and Dracula breathed, a deep lungful of air he didn’t require. The night air gave him more than it could for any person. Smells of the city churned along his palette before the beast was drawn to other urges. A familiar smell. Burned spices and wooden crates. You. His burning eyes were turned in the darkness to the buildings below, and he swooped low with a snarl before bursting into a violent spray of mist. As a low fog, he trailed over the roofs of many homes, coiling over old pottery, and hanging guttering as he drifted his way downwards. The shop was beneath your apartment and the fog descended past the windows and towards the streetlamp. The black steel proved enough of a vantage point for him to watch from, fog coalescing into a heavy mist, red eyes leering from within the blackness as your body passed his gaze, and then back again, a black cat clutched in your arms as you span to a song he didn’t know.

The beast yowled, unfriendly and upset, until you released it to sit on the windowsill. The great black cat swished its tail before sitting, coiling the appendage around itself as it investigated the street below. Bright, smart yellow eyes looked at him, seeing his nature through the fog and darkness. With a smile from within the fog, he drifted down the lamppost and taunted the pet, stepping into the lamplight as a great hound, black fur bristling as it barked, a great thunderous noise from the tarmac. The cat yowled, claws against the glass as its own fur bristled, answering the cry as it danced back and forth against the windowpane. A consort of the devil. Cats were, in their nature, beasts of protection. Its protective gaze branded him with burning contempt and rage. You were that beast’s territory. It warded against the dark, as its kind had done since the burning of the witches in his own time. Dracula stepped back into the inky tarmac and melted into shadow as you reached for the spitting cat, peering into the gloom to try and see what had upset it so violently. His wolfish snout raised from the shadow before he bounded away from your little shop, howling at the moon, delighted in the prospect of discovering just what you were to him.

“Come on, Drac.” You cooed at your bristled tom cat, “Something just feels off about tonight.” You snapped the window shut and ushered the cat inside before looking at the streetlamp with one last curious stare. Darkness and yellow light looked back. You shuddered at the howl of some giant dog and tutted as you sat back down in your small couch, fingers easing down Drac’s spikey fur.

‘Two found dead in Buckingham Palace Gardens.’

‘Pound dogs driven insane. Outbreak of rabies with an unknown cause.’

‘Localised storm leaves Greenwich without power for five hours’

You rolled your eyes and slapped the newspaper back against the countertop in your flat above the shop. The toast was suddenly unappealing as you caught a glimpse of the bodies pulled out of the lake and you finished the slice quickly before dusting crumbs from your fingers and standing to put the breakfast plate in the sink. You rinsed the crumbs away and grabbed a pouch of food for Drac.

“Yeah, I know you, greedy monster.” You laughed as you squeezed the packet of food into his bowl, leaving the cat in peace as you wrestled your keys from the door and locked up, phone and laptop in hand. You intended to hold up your end of the bargain with Vladimir Székely. Creating a page with his listed products and website links on your own shop page wouldn’t take too long and you didn’t expect a very busy day with the thundering rain jumping from the floor outside.

‘Dracula’s Blood. Devilish brewing from the heart of Transylvania. This selection of rum, brandy and wines will have you looking over your shoulder at night! Grab your garlic and stakes!’

The tag line was suitable, and you smiled behind your hot drink as rain continued to lash outside, the window thumping occasionally with the mix of rain and icy hail. With a hum, you looked at the delivered stock behind your counter and back at the listed products before finding the email links Vladimir’s secretary, Miss Westenra, had sent you. There was a link to a small website which could be used to order the products directly from Vladimir’s warehouses in Transylvania. From what you could tell he was in the process of setting up brewing and distribution centres in the United Kingdom to cater a bit more easily to certain demands. You clicked the ‘About’ page and scrolled a little bit before coming to a video titled ‘The Brewery Bowels’. Curious, you clicked play, and watched as the video loaded with rapt attention.

A dark room was shown by torchlight. The man was speaking in very fast Romanian, which was thankfully, translated, at the bottom of the video.

“This is where the rum and brandy are matured for a number of years in wooden, Transylvanian barrels.” He walked around the room, showcasing the cases of non-labelled rum and brandy before turning and patting the great stone tomb in the centre of the room. The stone thudded dully with the movement and the man continued to talk about the castle, “This is the great ruins of the legendary Castle Dracula, where the man or vampire was said to have live.” He announced before a great thunderous crash sounded behind them. The narrator and the cameraman shrieked in surprise before the lens focused on the tomb in the middle of the room. The stone had slid away. A clawed hand appeared from within the tomb, twisting and twitching as it reached for the side of the stone.

“Jesus Christ! Turn the camera off you fucking idiot!” A hiss sounded, “Run! Run you idiot!” A shadow darted from the tomb behind the narrator before a scream sounded and the camera fell into the mud. The recording buzzed with the broken noises of the camera. Bloodied feet walked past the lens before it was smashed with a great bang.

You frowned at the video before looking at the comments and other writing on the page. It was called a hoax and a cheesy branding gag. You had to agree with them all. It was still in poor taste either way, and you closed the video before moving back to the crates of alcohol you now had in stock. You looked at the window display and smiled as you set to work laying out the new, expensive bottles of Transylvanian liquor on the stands. You followed up with some shredded red paper around the small crate display and hung a bat from the ceiling before laying a prop blood bag over the top. It was almost Halloween anyway; it wouldn’t matter all that much. If anything, it would be one less thing to change when the holiday did roll around. Taking a step back, you admired your hard work and nodded at the new display of expensive alcohol with admiration. It wasn’t a bad job if you did say so yourself. With a sigh, you looked outside at the pouring rain and took your bits of left-over display supplies back to the counter, tucking them underneath in the basket before tidying up stray pieces of shredded paper.

A boom of thunder made you jump. You were placing the last of the stock into the cubby holes when the weather took an even worse turn. You touched the corks on the bottles before hearing a barking whine from outside the door. A great black dog smacked its mucky paw against the window. It was a huge thing, the paw the size of your own hand nearly. It whined and slapped at the door again, streaking mud down the glass. You watched it continue to bark and whine before giving in and rushing upstairs to get a towel for the creature. You returned and watched the beast eye you as you headed to the door. You pulled the heavy door open and watched the hound step inside cautiously, tail and body low to the ground. Black hair bristled before you shushed it and gently laid the towel over its back. It seemed okay with the towel and gently, you began to dry off its fur, rubbing in circles up and down the dog. It was more a wolf, you observed, looking at the size of it, the immense amount of thick, black fur and pointed ears. People had a habit of breeding wolves with dogs nowadays, you reasoned. You rubbed the beast’s tail and whipped back just in time to avoid a snap of teeth. It grumbled at the tug and licked its front teeth, brown eyes burning as you took the towel away and watched it sniff the floor.

“You can stop here, just until the rain stops.” You scolded. There hadn’t been many customers all day anyway, so it wasn’t like the rogue dog would be doing any harm. It ignored you and moved to lay in the window, fur billowing with the heater as it seemed content to lay and be quiet. You shook your head at the dog but moved to finish typing a few emails and taping packaging for orders. The wolfdog watched you with one eye open as you pottered about the shop, dark eyes trailing after you.

Dracula licked his wolfish teeth as you leaned over to pet his head, the sight of your neck making his gums burn with the urge for blood. He controlled himself as you laid some beef in front of him. He snubbed the food with a huff before crawling into your lap, his great head pressed into your stomach. The beast was satisfied when your hands brushed over his thick fur, grumbling happily, dark eyes closing with happiness at the attention.

“You’re like the Hound of Baskerville. A giant black wolf dog. I bet you go running around the countryside eating people, don’t you?” You joked as you smoothed your fingers through his dried fur, “Or maybe you’re just a stray?” He grumbled again at your words. The vampire liked the attention. His ego soared before he could control himself as he laid a lick on your hand, tasting sweat and flesh before he laid himself down again comfortably. He’d watched in the rain as you’d set up your display and a childish sense of possessiveness crossed him as he admired his product in your shop. Dracula snuffled at your stomach as he wondered just what about you was so intriguing to him. The power? The snark? Perhaps he was once again drawn to some odd semblance of his dead wife. He peered up and knew she was not you, just as Mina was not her. The vampire closed his eyes again and felt a serene peace wash over his mind. The warmth of your lap sent him off to sleep before he could even wonder why he was so tired.

The stray was gone when you came back from dinner. The towel you had used to dry the poor thing was also gone.

Sales both online and in person, of Dracula’s Blood, had gone immensely well. You smiled at the figures on your laptop as you totalled up sales for the month. It was an impressive reception for something so new. It was stylish, tasted good and reasonably priced enough for most people, who were interested in finer liquors, to give it a try. The bell chimed over the door and you smiled up from your laptop at the customer. The dark, tall man entered with a mild look around, before smiling at you. Vladimir Székely bowed his head at you, shaking his dark coat free of the rain after he closed the black umbrella. He was dressed in a simpler outfit than usual. He unbuttoned his coat to reaveal a simple white shirt and black, heavy jeans with heeled, Chelsea boots. His wet hair was tied back in a bun at the back of his neck, tucked underneath his upturned coat collar.

“Good afternoon.” He drawled before hooking his umbrella over his elbow. The wooden heels of his shoes clicked as he swooped towards the cash register.

“Good afternoon, Mister Székely.” You gave him a smile with a raised eyebrow, “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

Vladimir smiled with thin lips, “I believe I said you could call me Vlad?” He shook his head with a chuckle, “I thought it prudent to pay my favourite client a little visit.” He gestured to the warm wooden structure of your shop, “And I wished to see your store for myself.”

The owner of Dracula’s Blood walked along the counter, black leather gloves dragging over the surface as he looked at the bottles, pretending he was seeing them for the first time as he headed towards the fresh displays you had set up with his products.

“You might appreciate the window a little more, I think.” You joked as you rested your elbows on the side and watched him walk over to the little hanging bat. The man laughed, a rich and deep noise, before he reached to flick the toy.

He ignored the blood bag and what it reminded of him, and turned back to you with a smile, his umbrella held tight in one hand, “I have to say, I am impressed, my dear.” Vladimir congratulated you as he eyed the drinks behind your head with calculating dark eyes.

“I can recommend you a good bottle of Italian red, if you want?” You turned and plucked the decently priced red wine from the cubby, offering it to him with a smile, “If you’re hosting someone special, I have a few that are a little more expensive.”

Vladimir smiled, gaze running over the neck of the bottle and ever upwards, over the lines of your torso, breast and neck- he drew his gaze away to your face and nodded, “Perhaps we could share one of those more expensive ones this next weekend?”

Your mouth opened like a fish, and the vampire felt joy in the ability to stun you to speechlessness.

“I can make a reservation?” He offered, “I have heard of these fancy Thai restaurants. I have never tried such food.”

You reached to take the wine back and shook your head, “I don’t think its very professional for me to consider this sort of thing, Vladimir. You are someone I technically work with.”

“Think nothing of it then. I simply wish to thank you for allowing my business to gain a foothold here. I promise, I bear no…lewd intentions.” The lies felt like honey in his mouth. He watched you consider before stroking the side of his dark facial hair with the back of his knuckles, “Perhaps my home would be a better venue? There none can see us.”

You held a more expensive bottle of wine and placed it on the side with a sigh.

He reached for your hand and squeezed the top of it with a flash of a white smile, “I swear to you. It will be purely work related if, that is what you desire?”

His words felt thick and heavy in your ears, yet you nodded once, to clear your head of them, and then again to consolidate the idea, “Fine then. If you can cook something amazing, then I’ll come and grace you with my presence.” You joked as you offered him the more expensive bottle of red, “I think this one is more worthy of such an occasion.”

Vladimir pulled free his bank card and smiled, “Then I will take it.”

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endeenderman · 4 years

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"Black Butler" Ash Landers x (Demon, Suicidal, Female) Reader.

Prologue:

Your name was (y/n) (l/n), you were a demon/human hybrid, you were found on the as of (five years ago from your actual age) by the queen herself, she gave you a home at the palace, and a work as the queens personal painter, and other art themed stuff, you were very pleased with your work and so did the queen but someone didn't, the one and only Ash Landers, Her Majesty's loyal butler, what a shame, he was so lovely looking and you were sure he was kind hearted as he was an angel, but not towards demons like you, even if you weren't a full one. You will wake up everyday with a smile on your face, hoping that Ash will see you as a friend, but what was the chance of that?. He will give you a cold stare and a small 'hello' before leaving, you were heartbroken every time, but you couldn't any more, this time will be the last time, and you hopped, what he will accept your feelings....

Your P.O.V.

You woke up earlier than every other day, you got dressed and started walking down the corridor that led to the dinning area, you were confident and wanted to tell Ash your feelings, that you...loved..him, but were afraid to tell him because of what you were, a bemon, he wouldn't believe you, never, but you had to try, you couldn't live with the thought that the man you loved hated you, you couldn't. As you finally made it to the dinning area there was no one there, everyone was still asleep or probably getting ready, everyone....except for your dear Ash Landers, he was looking out the window watching the sun rise, you walked towards him but stopped when you realized that he noticed you, you took a few steps back.

"Can...can..I.." you started pointing to the window.

"You know that the window is not my property, you can use it whenever you like" Ash said with his calm and almost emotionless voice. You knobbed and walked towards the window, you could see with the corner of you eye his violent eyes shinning as the sun reflected itself into his purple abyss, his silver white hair also shined, you were amassed, almost hypnotized from his features that you didn't notice yourself reaching a hand to touch his hair, he turned his eyes on you and stared at you, it took you long enough to realize what was happening that you gasped, you stayed silent and you stared back into his purple gaze.

"You can take your hand of me now" Ash said with the same tone in his voice, you quickly pulled back your hand.

"Sorry" you mumbled loud enough for him to hear, you heard him say something under his breath, something like 'filthy' or something, you turned to him, he was staring out the window once again.

"You know if you have a problem with me you can just say it for once" you said, he turned to you and smirked (I don't know if this even is possible but whatever...).

"A problem you say?, ohh (y/n), if my problem was just one I would have been so lucky" he said with a slight smile.

"And why will you say that?, you always have he on edge and ignoring me for 5 years, will you tell me what wrong?" You asked, tears starting to appear in the corners of your eyes.

"My problem?, you are my problem, ever since the queen let you in side this place, a person like you, from your kind, everything it wrong" he yelled at you, he turned to walk away but you grabbed him by his sleeve.

"Let go of me NOW" he ordered, you shook your head.

"No, I will not, I have to tell you something, I...I...I am in love with you, from the first time I saw you, and it hearts to see you ignoring me" you started, he pulled his sleeve out of your grasp, and fixed it.

"Hurts you say?, you can't feel anything, no emotions at all, this is all lies you want to fool me with, I will not stand here and listen to your nonsense" he said as he started walking away.

"NO" you cried, tears now falling down your face, "please, I..I can't live without you, my live doesn't have a purpose" you said trying to pull him back to stop walking, he soon stopped and turned around towards you, he lifted his hand and smacked your cheek, the hit was heard that you fell on the ground, you looked up at him with teary eyes, you could see anger in his eyes.

"Then die" he said and left without a word, so was this his final words?, maybe yes, maybe not, but you can take it any more, you got up from the floor and walked towards the kitchen, you opened a cabinet and took a kitchen knife, you hid it underneath your maid dress, and walked back towards your room, you had a small bag of salt in your pocket as well. As you got to your room, you locked your door, you sat on your bed and took out your knife and salt, you placed the knife inside the salt and moved it around, when you took it back out the knife was covered in salt, as you were only one part demon, it was easier to kill yourself, you grabbed the handle of the knife and turned it, making the blade face your chest, with one quick move, the knife was stabbed inside your chest, you cried, the salt burned and the cut made it worse, you slowly laid on your bed waiting for your life...to end.

Ash's P.O.V.

I was preparing Her Majesty's mail when I saw something red burst through the window, I quickly rad towards it and saw a man dressed like a woman with a chainsaw, it was a grim reaper.

"Who are you and what you want, please leave at once" I ordered, he smiled at me.

"Oh I am the one and only Grell Sutcliff, I am here to collect a soul that says will be dying in nust a few minutes." He said cheerfully, a soul?, here?.

"Whos soul are you here to collect?" I asked, he took out his 'to die list' and checked.

"Oh, its a girl round (your age) years old, and her name is (y/n) (l/n)" the reaper said, wait (y/n)?.

"Who will she die?" I asked, he smiled wider.

"Ohhhh, she died with by stabbing herself or else committing suicide." He added, so she actually did it huh?, she was only half demon witch ment faster to kill, she wasn't lying, she did..have feelings for me. I rushed towards her room only to find that her room door was locked from the inside, I knocked on the door but no response, I used all my strength to break the door so I could get to her, this was my fault, no one elses. I finally managed to break through the door, I examined the room only to find her laying on her bed, I got close to her, she was sleeping, like that night that me and the queen found her, I was such an idiot, I shook her to see if she wakes up, but unfortunately she didn't, I knew what I had to do, I opened one of my tuxedos pockets and took out a small glass bottle, they were angel tears, I have heard that these tears can heal the broken hearts and the pain, I opened it and placed it on her lips, slowly lifting up the bottle so she could drink the liquid, once the liquid was gone I placed it back in my pocket, I waited for her to wake up.

"(Y/n)....if you can listen to me.....I am sorry.....sorry this happened to you...I...I..do have feelings for you...its just that...I hated myself for that, and I got all this hatred on you...I am really sorry...I love you...(y/n)" I said, a tear started appearing in the corners of my eyes, I haven't cried for a long time, as I wiped the few tears that started making there way down my face, I felt something, a movement, I looked at (y/n), she was holding my hand.

"I...love...you..to....Ash" (y/n) said, I smile appearing on her face, I smiled as well, she was ok, and that was all I cared about, not that she was a demon, not nothing, except keeping an eye on her, just in case she goes dramatic again, as for the reaper?, he isn't claiming her soul not today, not never.

THE END.

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gamerwoo · 4 years

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Wonwoo: Atlas

Characters: Wonwoo x female reader

Genre/warnings: mafia au, angst, little bits of fluff here and there but it just adds to the angst tbh, alcohol, smoking, Woo being depresso

Word count: 2,632

Summary: Atlas shrugged his shoulders, said he'd drop that boulder. Call me in the morning when I'm sober, find me in the corner in a coma.

a/n: this was inspired by the song atlas by keshi (and if u like sad boy vibes i highly recommend his music!!!). things in italics are flashbacks (also i didn’t even listen to atlas for half of this i just listened to call me kevin play the sims lmao) ALSO im doing 2 other keshi songs (probably for mingyu and hongseok but idk) and while this technically is a mini series using keshi songs, they won’t be a continuation of this fic. they’re going to be their own lil things. ok that’s it goodbye

2 soon | the reaper

Limping down the street, the streetlamps being the only source of lighting, Wonwoo’s mind couldn’t help but wander. There were no cars going by at this time of night, not even a cool breeze to listen to the shaking leaves in the trees. The street was dead silent other than his heavy footsteps as he tried to make it home on his own. He was sure God or whatever higher power out there was out to get him lately since on top of everything else, his car had broken down and he was left to walk the rest of the way after calling Mingyu to make sure someone would get the car.

Had anyone been walking around this time of night, they’d probably call the police seeing Wonwoo awkwardly walking down the street with his hurt leg. Despite the nice suit, it was unbuttoned, slightly torn, and stained with splatters of blood. His white shirt underneath was half undone and splattered with blood as well, his tie was hanging loosely around his neck, his hair was disheveled, his right eye was beginning to bruise, and the left corner of his lip was caked with dried blood. There was a trail of dried blood going from his nose to his top lip as well, and his tired expression only added to his awful appearance.

“Oh my god, Wonwoo!” you gasped when you spotted him from the window, Joshua and Minghao rushing out behind you.

It was one of the first times he’d come home beaten up. You didn’t know about his line of work when you’d first started dating, but when it began to become more serious, he had to break and tell you. Finding out your boyfriend was in the mafia worried you for obvious reasons, to a point where for a while, two of the men he worked with had to stay at the house with you to make sure you didn’t go off trying anything stupid. But you did often pace the kitchen, checking out the window that faced the street to see when his car pulled in. And one night, you saw him be helped out of the car by Seungcheol because Wonwoo was so beaten up.

“It’s okay, baby,” he reassured you as you rushed to him.

“Careful, careful,” Seungcheol warned, not wanting you to throw yourself into him or anything. Jeonghan had just stitched up his gunshot wound, but Wonwoo made him swear not to tell you that much.

“What happened?” you asked, looking him over. He looked about as messy as his clothes, and that was saying something since he was missing his jacket he left the house with, and his shirt was barely hanging onto his body by thin threads. You moved to Wonwoo’s other side, putting his arm around your shoulders. “I’ve got him.”

Seungcheol carefully leaned your boyfriend’s weight onto you, letting you practically carry the poor man inside. Wonwoo managed to smirk at how worried you were. He knew it just meant you cared, and that meant the world to him.

“You’re so cute,” he chuckled, which then turned into coughing that only worsened your anxiety about his injuries. “Let the boys handle it, okay? I’ll be fine.”

You scoffed, “Not a chance.”

Wonwoo pulled a carton of cigarettes from his pocket, taking a cigarette and a lighter out from the pack. He put it between his lips and lit the end before taking a long drag and letting the smoke waft out from his mouth. His eyes locked on the driveway of his house as he recalled how many times you’d dragged him inside, sat him down on the couch or leaned him up against the sink in the kitchen and patched him up. He smiled fondly, remembering all the times you’d scolded him for so long until you were just repeating yourself, only to sigh and say, “You know I love you, right?”.

But now, he walked up the driveway alone. Despite his limping, there was nobody to carry him home. He had to push himself up the steps, pausing on each one to brace himself for the next. He walked into the house, expecting the echo of his footsteps that he was used to even during your relationship, but not used to the emptiness he felt in the house. At least when his shoes would hit the hardwood as he walked to the bathroom to clean himself up, he knew you were upstairs. But now, he knew he was the only one in the house, and that was a new feeling. A new but vaguely familiar feeling of being alone. He was alone before you, but he was so accustomed to your presence that he forgot what it was like to not have anybody there when he came home.

“Wonwoo--”

“Go back upstairs,” Wonwoo huffed, trying to get to the basement while Junhui and Mingyu helped him.

This time it was worse. You were used to him coming home later, so you no longer wasted an hour or two pacing by the kitchen window, but instead waited until you heard the heavy sound of his boots against the hardwood in the hallway, going toward either the kitchen or the bathroom. He wasn’t always hurt, but this time, he was in worse shape than he’d let you know. That was why there were more men with him.

“But--”

“_____,” he growled, his eyes glancing up at the stairway you were now frozen on. He’d used this voice before -- only a handful of times to show he was serious and didn’t want to fight you on whatever it was -- but it always made you freeze completely where you were. “Go.”

Mingyu and Jun continued to help him to the basement, Seungcheol and Soonyoung following behind them. You waited until you heard the basement door close before dropping your head and going back up the stairs to your room.

Glancing away from the staircase, Wonwoo continued down the hall to the kitchen. He grabbed the bottle of bourbon he left unfinished on the counter before going for the basement door. He threw it open, not bothering to close it behind him because there wasn’t a point to anymore. He was lucky he managed to get down the stairs without falling down them before he went over to his little corner where his desk was. They’d used the basement for plenty of things before, but it was mostly where he kept his ‘business things’. That’s why you weren’t to go down there -- not that that didn’t stop you from checking on Wonwoo from time to time when he had locked himself away down there.

Wonwoo flopped down in his chair, opening the bottle and taking a swig. He stared across the room, trying to grasp the reality that he was alone in the house. He wasn’t sure when it would finally sink in, but it hadn’t yet. It had been a month and he still had himself thinking he could hear your footsteps as you tried to sneak downstairs to check on him, or the shower running with your soft singing drifting from under the door. But the harsh truth was that you were gone an he was just imagining these things.

At first when he got home, you were the first thing he would check on. He wanted to know about your day, what you did, how you were feeling. He was grateful when you had dinner made for him -- even if it was cold by the time he got home -- and loved relaxing on the couch or in bed with you when he got home. But he slowly started seeing you less and less. He didn’t see you most days at all, so you looked forward to the nights. But more often, he started politely turning down dinner to go the basement -- that eventually turned into straight-up ignoring it to go do more work at his desk. Instead of checking up with you, he started going straight to the bathroom to clean himself up before silently grabbing a small snack and retreating to the basement until you were already fast asleep and he was crawling into bed for 2-3 hours of sleep. It got to a point where you barely saw Wonwoo at all.

And as Wonwoo took another drink right after letting out more cigarette smoke, he knew it was all his fault. He got too caught up in his job. He loved you, but he didn’t realize he wasn’t showing it like he should’ve. He made you feel unloved and forgotten and overlooked. It wasn’t a 50/50 situation, it was 100% his fault that you left him.

He put out his cigarette in his ash tray and eyed the bottle before he put his feet up on his desk and took a longer drink this time.

“Wonwoo,” he heard your voice in his ear, trying to shake him awake after another late night. But he had the day off today, and you were excited to spend every moment with him that you could. “Wonwoo, wake up!”

A smack to his cheek had his eyes shooting open as he let out a gasp.

“Jesus Christ, Wonwoo,” Mingyu breathed, sitting back as he realized the older man was awake, “I thought you were fucking dead. How much did you drink?”

Considering the slap Mingyu gave him didn’t hurt as bad as the metaphorical slap that his awful reality gave him, clearly not enough.

“None of your business,” Wonwoo slurred as he struggled to keep his eyes open, definitely hung over from drinking until he passed out -- again.

“You need to stop doing this,” the younger boy sighed, giving Wonwoo a stern look, “not even just because Seungcheol’s fed up with it, but because it’s not healthy.”

“What does it matter?” he grumbled, refusing to get up. Instead, his hand searched the floor for his bottle of alcohol.

“Will you stop with that shit? Come on, Wonwoo, _____ leaving doesn’t mean the end of the world!”

“Have you ever been in love?”

When Mingyu was silent, Wonwoo scoffed, “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“Well it was still your own fault she left you,” Mingyu stated, rolling Wonwoo onto his back with his shoe. “You said it yourself, so you can’t say it’s not true. You neglected her and now you’re throwing yourself a pity party when you did it to yourself.”

“Get out of my house,” Wonwoo groaned, deciding to cover his ears instead of search for the bottle of bourbon.

“You’ve been pulling this shit every fucking day for a month,” Mingyu spat, ignoring how obviously annoyed Wonwoo was getting. Everyone was annoyed with Wonwoo’s behavior so this was only fair. “Someone always has to waste their time and come here to make sure you didn’t drink yourself dead.”

“Then stop checking!” Wonwoo shouted, finally peeling his eyes open to glare up at Mingyu. “Go the fuck away!”

“Leave me the fuck alone!”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he wanted to take them back. You stood in front of his desk, your own angry expression dissipating and being replaced with hurt instead. The two of you had been arguing because he’d been so distant, and while you understood that the basement was where he got more work done, you didn’t see the need for him to continue working when he was away ‘working’ all day. But his anger bubbled over and now he’d crossed the line.

“Wait, _____--”

You just shook your head at him, eyes filling with tears as you rushed to go back upstairs. Wonwoo called for you to come back, but you just ignored him, slamming the basement door closed. Wonwoo groaned and sat down in his chair, rubbing over his face with his hands.

That was definitely the biggest push for you to leave.

And now here he was, in the same room his life started falling apart. Why couldn’t he wake up to you like he thought he was? Better yet, why couldn’t he wake up and have everything just start over? He wanted to go back to when things were good and he wanted to keep them that way. But life didn’t work that way. It couldn’t just reset, it just kept going.

But Mingyu had to be a nuisance and interrupt Wonwoo’s dreams where everything was actually going well and he was happy.

Mingyu sighed, taking a seat in Wonwoo’s desk chair. He rested his elbows on his knees, running his hands through his hair. Why did Seungcheol have to send him to check up on Wonwoo? Why not Seungkwan or Seokmin? Somebody who had people they loved and could relate to Wonwoo? No offense, but Mingyu didn’t give two shits about Wonwoo’s broken heart.

“Look,” Mingyu said a bit softer, trying to be more level-headed about this, “I get you’re upset and you’ve never had to deal with heartbreak so you don’t know how to cope. But with this kind of...lifestyle, you should really need to come to terms with the fact that nothing will ever really go the way you planned it to.”

“That isn’t good advice,” Wonwoo sighed, not even trying to sit up. His eyes had even closed again, so Mingyu knew the older man didn’t plan on going anywhere anytime soon. “Just go.”

Mingyu stood, rolling his eyes and fixing his suit jacket, “Seungcheol’s going to be pissed, y’know.”

“Good for him.”

“Whatever,” Mingyu sighed. “I’ll send Seungkwan tonight to make sure you haven’t slipped into a coma or something.”

Wonwoo only hummed in response, waiting until he heard the Mingyu’s footsteps go up the stairs before closing the basement door. Then he finally pushed himself up off the floor, stumbling the whole time. But it was only to retrieve the bottle of bourbon with only a little left at the bottom. So he took the bottle, wobbled his way up the stairs to the kitchen to get another, and then carried on to the living room, finishing off the first bottle.

“Well, well, well,” you grinned seeing Wonwoo emerge from the basement. He was still in his ‘work’ clothes, but everything was undone to make it a little more comfortable for him since he was at home, “look who decided to show up.”

“What’re you watching?” he mused as he wandered into the living room and glanced at the TV. “Wheel of Fortune?”

You shrugged, “It’s 2am.”

“Eh, it’s not the worst show,” Wonwoo sighed as he let himself drop back onto the couch beside you. He normally would’ve scolded you for staying awake so late, but it was a Friday night so he couldn’t give any excuses as to why you needed to be in bed. Besides, he wanted to hang out with you for a bit before he was way too exhausted. “Did you eat?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, shifting so you were leaning into your boyfriend’s side.

You kept your eyes on the TV, playing along like you had been before. You still continued to say your answers out loud despite Wonwoo sitting right there, but he merely chuckled. He thought it was kind of cute.

You were so immersed in the show that you didn’t even feel his gaze on you for the last five minutes.

“_____.”

“Hmm?”

You turned your head to look at him, seeing him smiling at you with so much fondness.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Wonwoo opened the second bottle as he stared at the TV, his reflection in the black screen reminding him that he was alone -- not just on the couch, but completely, utterly alone.

He put the bottle to his lips.

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The Professor (b.s.k) - Waning Crescent Hotel

Please read this (W.C.Hotel) if this is the first post of this series that you see. Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of death Genre: Angst, Hotel Del Luna AU, Choose your own adventure, SVT x Fem! Reader Staff: Yong (Spirit General Manager) / Jiwoo (Human General Manager) / Soon Bok (Room Manager) / Mun Hee (Front Desk Receptionist) / Shin (Grim Reaper assigned to Waning Crescent) Word Count: Ending A - 5k / Ending B - 4.8k

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Jiwoo stands next to me, a file open in his hands and a pen in mine. The bare tree watching silently as we go about our lives while it stays where it is, unmoving.

"Sign here." Jiwoo points to a blank space on the piece of paper and I dutifully sign my name, "And here." He adds, flipping to another page, and I sign there too.

"Why do we have so many forms?" I rhetorically ask him, capping the pen in hopes that I don't have to sign anymore.

"There's one more." Jiwoo mentions and pulls a file from underneath the one that was just opened, "And I honestly have no idea. You should ask that to the other business people. Yeah, right there." He answers my unspoken question as my hand hovers over an empty line.

"Are you giving them your autograph?" Mun Hee asks, peeking over my shoulder.

I cap the pen again, "I wish it were that. But no."

Mun Hee straightens up and broadens his shoulders, "I still don't understand why the human people need so many signing things."

"Even the human people don't understand it." Jiwoo comments, closing both files.

"Then why do they do it so much?" Mun Hee asks incredulously as I stand from my chair in the garden.

Jiwoo physically turns Mun Hee's shoulders so he's facing the way out, "Stop asking me difficult questions, please. I think my brain might explode." Jiwoo rubs his temple and we begin the walk to join the rest of the bustling hotel.

"But it's just a question?" Mun Hee wonders with a child like innocence.

I place a hand on his shoulder cause Jiwoo looks like he's about to blow his top. "A very complicated question for humans to answer." I explain hoping that will deter his curiosity.

Mun Hee nods his head then an idea pops into his head. I can tell cause his eyes brighten, "Then you can answer it!" He says excitedly. "You're technically not a human so you know the answer."

My mouth drops open, unsure of how to answer him because his question threw me off so much. Mun Hee continues to gaze at me with anticipated excitement. I try to glance towards Jiwoo for saving but he's a few steps ahead of us.

"You think I could answer the human world's questions?" I throw a question back at him, "I've been stuck here and technically I'm sort of human."

Mun Hee puckers his lips in disappointment. "I guess I'll never know the answer."

"It's been unanswered in the human world for hundreds of years." Jiwoo comments, throwing a look back at us.

We exit the hallway and enter the lobby that is packed with guests chatting happily with each other while tables and tables of food and drinks line the walls.

I stop in my tracks, surprised to see the festivities, "When did this get here?" I ask Jiwoo who looks just as shocked.

"No idea, it was empty when I was here." Jiwoo answers and nods politely to a few guests as they pass by.

"Is it a party?" Mun Hee asks, "What are we celebrating?"

Yong and Soon Bok spot us and wave us over. The three of us make our way over, still taking in the happy atmosphere.

"What happened?" Mun Hee asks as I grab a small pastry from the table we're standing by.

"It just kind of showed up." Yong shrugs, "Then guests starting gathering and now we're here."

Seeing Soon Bok, I'm reminded of something, "Did you at least get Seungkwan settled into his room before?" I ask and my lips feel weird saying his name after all these years.

Soon Bok nods, "I was returning from his room when this all appeared."

"Which room is he in?" I ask her, letting my ears soak in the noise of the gathered guests.

"161." Soon Bok tells me, "And he'll be here for 13 days."

"13?" I repeat the number and she nods, "Gods must've liked him." I comment with a sigh.

"It must be the Gods, right?" Jiwoo asks and turns to examine the table, carefully looking for ones his human body cannot eat.

"Must be." Yong nods in agreement, "Otherwise how else could this have shown up so quickly."

"I wonder what we're celebrating." Soon Bok giggles, "Must be something big for the Gods to send so much food."

"Or it's cause our hotel's at full capacity." Mun Hee suggests.

"How can our hotel be at full capacity?" Jiwoo lightly hits Mun Hee's shoulder, "If we need more rooms, the Gods always add more so we can cater to every soul that walks through our door."

"Maybe they know something that we don't?" Soon Bok suggests.

"Oh, don't say that." Yong says and shakes her head slightly, "I don't want to think about what kind of accident that would be."

I cross my arms over my chest, "There's not going to be an accident." I say to settle their fears, "I would've seen the signs but I haven't seen any."

All four let out a sigh of relief and a chuckle.

"Let's just enjoy the party then." Jiwoo smiles and hands Mun Hee a drink.

I notice movement out of the corner of my eye and turn my head to see better. I'm ready to face the danger but it turns out to be a hotel employee approaching us with a tray in his hand. A flute of champagne stands tall and a folded card sits next to it.

"Ms. (y/l/n)." The employee stops in front of me and bows enough to show respect but not enough to knock the tray over. "I was instructed told this is for you." They say when they raise back to full height.

With a smile, I grab the champagne flute with one hand and pick up the card with the other.

"Who's it from?" Yong asks.

The employee shrugs, "It was sitting in the galley and I assumed it needed to go out."

My name sits on the front of the card in complex calligraphy. Sparkles of silver mix and blend with the dark black ink. I flip open the card and the smile on my face vanishes from my face. Dropping the champagne flute, I grip the card with both hands and a sickening feeling grows in the pit of my stomach. With a wave of anger, I freeze the air around me and the champagne flute stops falling, the liquid suspended in the air.

"1547 years. Don't forget." The inside of the card reads in simple block letters.

I can feel Yong, Soon Bok, Mun Hee, and Jiwoo staring at me but I'm stuck in a whirlwind of bitter hurt and boiling anger. My grip on the card tightens and the paper wrinkles under my touch. When the card is completely crumpled up into my fist, I let time continue forward and the champagne flute shatters against the floor with a loud crash. But I know when I look down, there will be no evidence that the flute or the liquid inside it ever existed.

"Who is it from?" Mun Hee asks cautiously while Jiwoo looks at the spot where shattered glass and spilled champagne should've been.

I glare out across the lobby and the guests who are enjoying the food and drinks that were set out to mock me. "The Gods." I say through clenched teeth.

"What did the card say?" Yong softly asks.

I take in a deep breath, "They threw the party to remind me how many years it's been."

Mun Hee slaps a hand over his mouth and Jiwoo's jaw drops the literally the floor while Yong and Soon Bok press their lips in a tight line.

With the card still in my fist, I walk away from the lobby with my hands behind my back. I fight the urge to burn all the tables meant to celebrate my long punishment that my guests are full heartedly enjoying.

Standing in the elevator, I watch the guests smile and chat with each other as the doors close. With the elevator doors fully closed, sealing me away, I let the anger burn through my hands and scorch the card in my hand. I feel the card disintegrate against my skin and when I'm satisfied that I've burned it to ashes, I open my hands and let the black pieces float to the floor.

The Gods hadn't thrown a celebration for this anniversary in hundreds of years but they decide to do it now.

"Assholes." I growl and clench my hands into fists.

I make my way out of the elevator and towards my office. Pushing both doors open with both hands, I walk over to the window and stare out at the sky. I find the moon sitting high and proud in the sky.

I tsk at the bright moon, "How could I forget when I have you to remind me every single day?" I ask the moon but it just stares back at me in silence.

~The Thirteenth Day~

"You're really not going to go to her funeral?" Yong asks me as I lay in bed with the covers pulled over my head.

"I'm really not." I answer her in a bored tone.

"The family would be happy to see you." Yong tries to reason with me.

"Yong... I said I wasn't going." I reiterate and stare her down.

"But she was you-"

"I know what she was." I sit up and stare at her. "But if I go, I'm pretty sure he'll be there and I can't risk running into him."

"Soon Bok and I can go with you." Yong continues her attempts to get me to go.

I shake my head, "I cannot go. No matter how much I want to. I can't risk running into him."

Yong bows her head in defeat and walks out of my room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

The date is circled in my calendar on the wall and two words fill the square, "Chaewon's Funeral."

The memory plays in my head as my gaze hovers over the small calendar on my desk. Chaewon was the human manager here when I met Seungkwan. Actually, she was the reason I met Seungkwan in the first place. The two were friends in college and when Chaewon graduated, she came to work for me. One day, while she and I were out in the city, we happened to run into Seungkwan. And the story unfolded from there.

"What are you thinking about?" Yong asks, walking into my office."

"Chaewon." I tell her with a soft smile. Chaewon was one of the few females we got from Jiwoo's family line. Only because Jiwoo's family had a knack for having their eldest child be male and the deal was for the eldest child. So being one of the few females, Chaewon got along with Yong and Soon Bok very well. They all became very attached to each other. We all did.

Yong smiles for a second as her own memories play in her mind then changes into work mode. "We had a lot of elderly check in a few hours ago." She sets down the list of new guests. "17 in total and I have Jiwoo helping Soon Bok."

I look over the list and frown at one of the names, "Isn't that the lady who owned the bakery on 5th street?" I wonder, pointing at a name.

Yong reads the name, "Oh, it is."

"Maybe she'll share her recipes with our chefs." I wiggle my eyebrows and Yong chuckles.

"This is the monthly report on our services and the areas that we need to improve on." Yong sets down another file as I set aside the first one.

"Anything major in the improvement area?" I ask, not opening the file.

"Only cleanliness." Yong says and I scoff.

"The Gods want this place to be free of even the tiniest speck of dust." I lean back in my chair, "That's too much work for the staff." I wave a hand telling her to dismiss the notion and she nods in understanding.

"The lunch for the esteemed guests went smoothly." Yong continues on with her list of things to tell me, "They wanted me to give their thanks to you."

I nod once, "Good, I'm glad it went well." But on the inside, annoyance stirs. 'Esteemed guests' is what they decide to call themselves? What, because they were rich in the human world means they can be rich in my hotel?

I scoff and roll my eyes, "Do they want anything else?" I ask with a fake generosity.

Yong shakes her head, "Not that I know of right now."

"Thank the lord." I throw my hands up and let them fall back down, "That lunch was hard enough to figure out."

Yong chuckles softly.

"You know," Mun Hee says and enters my office without even a knock, causing me to sit up. "I think Seungkwan might have a new best friend."

Yong and I stare at Mun Hee in silence. Yong because Mun Hee just walked into my office without knocking and me because he mentioned Seungkwan.

"I passed by Jiwoo and Seungkwan in the halls and they were talking up a storm." Mun Hee explains like he did nothing out of the ordinary, "Like they were talking like they'd been friends for years."

I let a small smile form on my lips, "Chaewon." I mutter the reason why Seungkwan is able to talk to Jiwoo so easily.

"Oh, they were on their way to the garden." Mun Hee adds on.

"He'll be waiting for you." Yong turns to me and bows before heading towards the doors. "Next time start with that!" Yong says lowly and hits his shoulder once, "And next time, knock for goodness sake." She pushes him out the door while Mun Hee does his best to protect himself from the onslaught Yong is raining down on him.

I chuckle and pick myself up out of my desk chair. Without a second thought about the new files on my desk, I walk out of my office and straight to the garden where Seungkwan waits.

When I reach the garden, Jiwoo is gone and Seungkwan is examining the walls and windows of my enclosed garden.

He glances over at me when I enter and smiles warmly. I return the smile and move to stand next to him as he examines the ornate wall designs.

"They never teach this in any textbook." Seungkwan says and his hand runs over the wall. He lets his fingertips fall into the crooks and curves.

"No one ever lives to put it in a textbook." I respond.

"Jiwoo could." Seungkwan points out. "Or any of his family."

"They know not to do that." I tell him, "And their memories of this place are erased after they are done working for me."

"That's a little harsh, isn't it?" Seungkwan looks at me with concern.

I chuckle, "All it takes is a good night's sleep. We don't put them into a machine or make then drink some awful potion."

"But still, there's this whole world and they don't get to remember it?" Seungkwan gestures to the structure we're under.

I follow his movements upwards and stare at the ceiling. "There are better things to remember than this hotel."

"I would want to remember this." Seungkwan says definitively.

"Some do but at the end of the day, forgetting this place is to protect them from the human world and its assumptions." I say with a sigh, remembering the few humans who tried to remember but ultimately failed.

"Did Chaewon try to remember?" Seungkwan asks softly.

I shake my head and lower my gaze to the bare tree, "No, she understood why she had to forget. She was always like that. So understanding about everything that went on around here."

"Sounds like her." Seungkwan says, "She was like that in college too. Tried to understand and help everyone."

I smile in agreement and sit on the bench expecting Seungkwan to follow but he stays standing.

"You never went to her funeral, did you?" He asks softly, like he's afraid of the answer.

I press my lips together, having hoped that he wouldn't ask that. "No, I didn't go." I answer him honestly. "I visited her grave after but I didn't go to the funeral."

"Why not?" Seungkwan questions and turns to face me, his hands secure in his pockets.

I take a deep breath in and contemplate how to answer him. "I couldn't risk running into you." I decide to give him the honest truth.

"Me?" Seungkwan steps closer, "You didn't go because of me?"

"Well, not specifically you, but I couldn't return or reenter a love's life after I was told to leave." I explain, "It's one of the rules."

"Now that's harsh." Seungkwan sits down next to me and grabs my hand in his. I stay silent as he intertwines his fingers with mine and pats the top of my hand with his other. "I almost didn't go."

I look at him in shock, "Almost?" I question his choice of words.

Seungkwan gives me a soft smile, "Yeah, almost." He takes in a big breath, "I was kind of afraid I was going to run into you after all those years. I didn't know what I would I do if I saw you so I wondered if I should even go."

"But you went." I finish for him.

Seungkwan nods, "But I decided I needed to go because Chaewon was my life long friend. I had to go. Plus my wife threatened to kick me out of the house if I didn't go." He chuckles.

"Your wife?" I ask, feeling the stab of hurt but it's quickly washed away by the relief that he found someone after I left.

Seungkwan pauses as if he's said something he shouldn't have. "Uh, yeah, my wife." He repeats slowly.

I use a smile to cover up the stab of pain in my chest, "I'm glad." I say then quickly correct myself, "That you got a wife. Not that she threatened to kick you out. What was she like?"

"You really want to know that?" Seungkwan asks, surprise evident on his face.

I nod, "I do." I say then smirk, "What? Did you think I wouldn't because you and I were in a relationship?" I question. He nods sheepishly which makes me laugh, "Seungkwan," I rest a hand on his shoulder, "Yes, it hurt to leave you and I never wanted to. But I knew that you deserved someone who would stay by your side. So I'm happy you found someone. Genuinely happy."

"You are?" Seungkwan inquires, not fully believing me.

I shove his shoulder and he chuckles, "Yes, I am. Seriously. I may be a cursed soul punished for committing the worst crime a reaper can but I still have a heart."

Seungkwan holds up his hands in surrender. "Alright, I believe you." He lowers his hands, "She was amazing. Kept me in line while also pushing my to expand my boundaries. We didn't really travel much with me teaching through the school year and then some summer seminars and all. But we had fun, she and I. We made our own chaos."

"Oh dear god," I smile widely, "I hope that chaos didn't include going to jail." I joke.

"No, never, otherwise my tenure would have been shot to hell." Seungkwan chuckles and I laugh along.

"What else did you do in your life?" I ask, curious about his life.

"Well," Seungkwan settles back and rests an arm across my shoulders, "I went on to become to the most beloved professor at my university."

I smack his joke, "I'm being serious."

Seungkwan rubs the area I hit, "I am being serious." He giggles, "I always had a waiting list of almost a hundred students every semester for my classes."

"Which ones?" i ask, knowing that when we were together, he taught an array of different classes.

"Music Analysis 369." Seungkwan informs me, "One semester, I was teaching 6 sections of the course. Luckily, I had a TA for each one."

"Please tell me you didn't teach any other courses that semester." I wonder because 6 sections of any course is a lot to teach in a week.

"I didn't teach any other courses that semester." Seungkwan quickly answers. Though he answers a little too quickly.

I turn to look at him and he doesn't meet my gaze. Raising an eyebrow, I continue to stare him down.

Seungkwan glances sideways at me a few times but keeps his mouth shut. Then his lips pucker and I know I caught him in a lie.

"How many?" I ask him, leaning closer.

"2 others." He responds in a short sentence.

"Seungkwan...." I drag out his name.

Seungkwan turns his body to face me slightly as he defends himself, "Okay, listen. The Music Analysis 369 class was on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. The other two were on Tuesday and Thursday and then I had a lot of office hours on everyday."

"So you worked yourself to the bone." I conclude for him. "What courses were on Tuesday and Thursday?" I question.

Seungkwan lowers his head in shame, "Music Analysis 269..." He mutters softly.

"So you were teaching for..." I pause to do some mental math, "24 hours every week? Plus all the grading and extra work you had to do?"

Seungkwan shrugs, "It wasn't as bad as it sounds. I had TA's." He reasons.

"When did you have time for other things in life? Like your wife?" I ask, poking an accusing finger into his cheek.

"This was before I met my wife." He explains. Grabbing my finger in his hand, he lowers it and then begins playing with my fingers. "After you left, I kind of threw myself into my work and ignored everything else. And it gave me some of the best years and student experiences I ever had."

A heavy rock sinks into the pit of my stomach. I had caused him much more than pain. I caused him to lose years of his life. The gut punch I receive from that thought nearly sends tears running down my cheeks.

Seungkwan takes on glance at my face and immediately wraps me up in a hug. "I don't blame you for it. And it wasn't your fault. I let myself teach all those courses even though I knew it would be tough."

I weakly smile but the pain is still there. Even after all these years, the pain still feels as fresh as the day I left.

Seungkwan places a soft kiss to the top of my head in reassurance. "No one ever recovers that quickly from something that great." He whispers.

That quiets my pain substantially but it still throbs.

"Did you and your wife ever have kids?" I ask, deterring the conversation away from us.

"No, we never had kids. But we did adopt a little girl." Seungkwan informs me. "Her name was Samantha and she was a bundle of uncontainable energy." He smiles at the memory and my heart warms with joy.

"I'm sure she took after some of your own energy." I say with a smile.

"Me?" Seungkwan glances down at me in disbelief, "I have energy but it's not uncontainable." He argues.

I hum in disagreement, "You had some pretty uncontainable energy Seungkwan."

"Psh, only around you, (y/n)." Seungkwan scrunches his face at me, "Around everyone else, I was as cool as a cucumber."

I roll my eyes, "So, what did dear Samantha do with her uncontainable energy that she most certainly didn't learn from her father?" I ask, wanting to hear more about the daughter he raised.

"You'll never guess what she studied." He wiggles his eyebrows at me.

"I have a few guesses." I answer his teasing, "But you should tell me what she studied so I can see if I was right."

Seungkwan's chuckle vibrates through his chest and echos through my body.

"She went on to become a doctor." He says and then continues into her career and the accomplishments she achieved.

As the sun sat high in the sky, he began to tell me about her, and subsequently his, journey to find her birth parents. Through the stories of his career, his daughter's career, and then the things he experienced in retirement, I sit and let his voice take me on adventures only a human soul could experience. Seungkwan does his best to keep the stories afloat with happy memories but the occasional somber story slips in but I let it continue because a life isn't complete without the ups and the downs.

By the time the sun is setting in the western sky, Seungkwan has taken me into the valleys and over the mountains that were carved into his life.

"This kind of feels like retirement." Seungkwan comments after a few moments of silence between us.

"In what way?" I ask, confused by his analogy.

Seungkwan sighs, "When I retired, I knew that I was leaving something I loved dearly but I also knew that I couldn't stay longer. And while I knew that leaving was the thing that needed to be done, I was wondering what life after would be like." He explains. "I know I need to leave you, who was someone I loved so dearly. And I'm terribly sad to be leaving you, I also wonder what's waiting for me on the other side."

"You're not going to ask me what's over there, are you?" I wonder, looking up at him with soft eyes.

He returns my gaze with similar eyes, "No, cause I know you don't know the answer."

I nod, confirming his statement. "I do know one thing though."

"What's that?" Seungkwan asks.

"You'll be comfortable. You'll be able to rest peacefully and not have to worry about anything." I tell him before kissing his cheek. His skin warm against my lips.

"I'll worry about you." He says when I pull away.

I smile at his words but decide not to tell him that he won't remember anything about his lives, even me. Rising to my feet, I pull Seungkwan up with me.

"Is it time?" He asks, gripping my hand slightly tighter.

I nod, "Yeah, Shin'll be waiting by the car."

"Is it a fancy car?" Seungkwan asks and we start walking out of the gardne.

"If by fancy you mean expensive, then no." I tell him with an amused smile, "It's just a simple town car. Simple car for the simple after world."

"The after world can't be that simple, can it?" Seungkwan wonders.

I shrug, "I mean, when I had to meet the Gods, the room was pretty simple."

"You actually met them?" Seungkwan asks as we cross the lobby floor.

"How else were they going to punish me?" I answer his question with another question, "Send me a letter of reprimand and tell me my punishment with ink?"

Seungkwan tilts his head to the side and swings our interlocked hands back and forth, "Yeah, I guess a letter doesn't carry the same weight."

"Never in a million years would it." I correct him and we push through a door leading towards the forest at the back of the hotel.

A good distance away, at the edge of the forest and standing patiently next to an awaiting car, is Shin. As expected.

"Black robes?" Seungkwan looks Shin up and down, "They couldn't have spiced it up a bit and not be so depressing?"

"Again, simple." I repeat my previous statement.

"I think I'll put in a suggestion for that then." Seungkwan says, determined.

"Please, wait until I get there to do so." I plead, "I would love to see the look on the Gods faces when you give that suggestion." I laugh at the thought and Shin's face twists into slight confusion as we near.

"I think it would look so much better." Seungkwan continues his argument, "Like, Shin, how would you like to wear a lilac robe instead of a black one?" He asks Shin who is slowly opening the door.

Shin looks down at his own robes before looking back up at Seungkwan, "I like the black robes very much. I don't think i would change the color."

I stifle a laugh behind my hand and Seungkwan stares dumbfounded at Shin. "It was worth a shot." I comfort Seungkwan.

"I'll still bring it up." Seungkwan says, even more determined. Then his face softens and he turns to face me.

I mirror his actions and place a hand on his cheek. "I think you're going to do just fine over there." I tell him with a smile.

Seungkwan smiles back, "And I'll wait for you to join me."

instead of responding with words, my body acts and presses my lips hard against his lips. He responds immediately and wraps his arms tight around my waist.

When we pull away, Seungkwan's eyes are lined with tears and he sniffles when rub my thumb over his cheek.

"I love you, Seungkwan." I tell him and look him in the eyes, hoping he really understands me.

"I love you too, (y/n)." Seungkwan says with a small nod.

We look at each other in silence for a couple seconds longer and then Seungkwan lowers my hand from his cheek and steps towards the car.

I wrap my arms around my waist as Seungkwan steps into the car and Shin closes the door behind him.

The car soon rolls away and the crunch of the gravel against the tires fades away into the fog. Shin walks away quietly while I stay frozen in my spot, unable to move even though Seungkwan is long gone.

Sometime in my frozen state, a crack splits across my heart and I feel the pain deep in every bone.

And back in my garden, a white chrysanthemum withers away.

Return to the Navigation Page (Waning Crescent Hotel) to choose the next guest.

Seungkwan blows out a breath, taps our intertwined hands in his lap, and rises to his feet. "Are you ready to get out of here?" He asks, turning back to face me.

I smile and rise to my own feet, "Oh yeah."

We walk hand in hand to the lobby where Yong, Mun Hee, Soon Bok, and Jiwoo stand solemnly.

"So this is it?" Mun Hee asks with tears in his eyes. "This is the day you leave us?"

I wrap him up in a hug, only a tiny bit annoyed that he's being so sappy. "Maybe I'll get punished again and be back here by the end of the year." I try to joke but Mun Hee abruptly pushes back from me.

"Don't you dare say that. You better not return here." He says angrily through his tears.

I chuckle, "I won't come back. I promise."

Turning to Soon Bok, I thank her for her service and her amazing work. Something I never did and should've done more.

Next onto Jiwoo. I also thank him for his and his entire family's service then I unclip the bracelet that has held him to this place.

"When you leave today, you won't be able to find this place again." I inform him, "I hope that you'll be able to go and live your life happily."

Jiwoo nods, "Thank you for letting me work with you. I won't ever forget you."

I smile sadly, "You will. But thank you."

Seungkwan suddenly steps forward with his hand out towards Jiwoo, which he firmly takes. "It was a pleasure to meet a descendant of Chaewon. She would be proud of her family." He says and shakes Jiwoo's hand.

Jiwoo smiles with pride and nods. "It was also an honor getting to meet you, sir."

They let go of each other's hand and Seungkwan retreats behind me.

Finally I turn to Yong who is sniffling and trying so very hard not cry.

"You'd think after all these years of waiting that I'd be prepared for this day." She says through sniffles.

"Thank you, Yong." I rests my hands on her shoulders, "For everything. Thank you."

With lips pursed together, she leans forward and wraps me in an unexpected hug. But I soon wrap my arms around her and squeeze her tightly.

We pull apart after a couple seconds and I wipe the few tears that have escaped from her eyes.

"Keep this hotel running beautifully." I tell her before Seungkwan grabs my hand again.

With final waves of goodbye, Seungkwan and I walk out to the foggy forest that will take us to our resting place.

At the edge of the forest, Shin stands next to an idling car, a somber look on his face.

"(y/n)." He says when we reach him, "It has been an honor working with you. I wish you both a peaceful rest." Shin bows his head and I pat his arm.

"The honor was mine." I tell him with a smile. Now the tears start to line my eyes as the realization fully sets in.

I'm free. I served my years of punishment and now I'm free to let my soul rest.

I turn back towards the hotel and look up to the top where the rooftop patio is outlined with bright string lights. Then to the mid floors where random room lights are turned on, some guests staying in while others opting to experience the hotel's many services. Then to grand base where guests would be milling around, waiting their turns to leave this world.

"(y/n)?" Seungkwan softly asks pulling my attention to where he sits just inside the car, "Are you ready?"

I take one last quick look at the hotel before turning away from it. "Yeah, I'm ready. Let's go."

I lower myself into the car and Shin securely closes the door after I am completely inside. As the car begins to drive forward, Seungkwan securely grabs my hand and I let his warmth guide me towards our final destination.

In the garden, the final chrysanthemum withers and dies so that no more stand at the base of the bare tree.

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ballad-of-birdy-lamb · 3 months

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there is barley any stuff abt reaper, i was wondering if you can do reaper x fem!reader w just fluff hcs, thank you!! <3

Are you sick of me? Would you like to be?

Reaper Ash x Fem! Crush! Reader Summary: romantic headcanons of Reaper getting a crush on fem! reader Warning: none Word count: 1.1k Author's note: kind of went in a different direction for these headcanons

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Reaper wasn't always interested in romance. Love has always been important to him and his life, the affection his family had for him was something he couldn't live without. But romance? Not always on his mind. He had friends that told him girls liked him, which he thought was endearing but wasn't interested in them.

It was mainly because he had better things to think about, at least that's how he puts it. Reaper has to help his family and get his schoolwork done; love wasn't primary.

Not until he met you.

It was some random day in class, it was near the end of the school year. The days had gotten warmer, and it smelled fresher because the frozen rain was finally melting. The teacher had assigned a final project on the importance of their district and the harvest every year. Many of the students were slightly disappointed it hadn't been something more interesting, but they accepted it, nonetheless.

Of course, groups were given, and he was assigned with a girl he hadn't talked to too much in class. You!

With your sudden intrusion in his life, came the odd feelings he started getting. It was odd, the effect you had on him. Each time you spoke, he couldn't hear anything else but you. And you would smile at him, and he wouldn't stop himself from smiling too because that odd feeling would get worse. Or better? Reaper couldn't pinpoint what he felt. But he knew he didn't want it to stop.

Class had ended at some point and Reaper was left with a sadness he hadn't felt, or rather disappointment...? Yeah, disappointment. You were gone and he couldn't spend time with you without seeking you out, which might have freaked you out.

Reaper had a habit of telling his friends about you and it later grew into a common occurrence. He would talk about your smile, your eyes, your voice, your kindness in particular. His friends were happy for him but would fake annoyance when Reaper would go on another tangent about your beauty and kindness. It would just make him justify his wanting for you more.

"I miss her." Reaper would say when you were gone from school, earning a groan from his friends, it having been his third time saying such a thing. You could have been gone because of sickness and he would get sad because he would be able to see you and get that sweet feeling when he would see you.

His friends would poke fun at him whenever you're near, pushing him closer or trying to call you to break the news before he was brave enough for it. Calling your name toward your group of friends, which Reaper knew you were with. Out of embarrassment, he would cover their moves and give them dirty looks for even trying such a thing.

Of course, school isn’t something you have to have every day of the year and it ended in early June. Reaper would spend most of his summer walking from work and through town, hoping he would see you amongst the large population and possibly wave to you.

The harvest months had brought most of (if not all) of District Eleven's teen population together to work, hauling baskets of fruits and vegetables to large carts from their plants. And that meant Reaper saw you again!

It was almost immediately that you started hanging out again. Mostly having been because you both usually took nearby areas to pick the apples. And at some point, you weren't seen without him, and he wasn't seen without you. Who would have thought you would gain a liking for him far beyond just platonic?

It was later in the day, having been four to five thirty PM, the citizens of Eleven were finally allowed to go home. Nearly everyone had left... except you and Reaper. He had stayed back to help you with the basket of apples you had acquired while working.

And when you sat together to rest from the heaviness of the apples, basket on the seat next to you both, a silence overtook you. It was eerie, not a horrific kind, but a kind of two who couldn't understand what to do with a new lover. But you weren't lovers... not yet, Reaper would hope.

Reaper looked down at the grass below his shoes and thought about what to do, his nerves growing as he took your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours. His body slightly relaxed, finally getting to hold your hand, your hands that he had wished to hold for oh so long.

Reaper finally ripped his stare from the ground and to you, hoping you would do the same thing he had wanted to for so long. Your eyes were trained on his hand that held your delicately, as though he would break you if he wasn't careful enough. But you accepted the touch with affection and tightened your grasp.

Your eyes moved from his hand, finally meeting his dark eyes with a sense of hesitance. You looked at Reaper with those eyes he adored, and he couldn't help leaning in slightly, hesitating slightly at the prospect you didn't feel the same. But you leaned in too and closed the gap between you two.

Your lips met his in a soft, warm touch. At the simple, small embrace, Reaper pulled you closer, his free hand having gone to your upper back to hold you closer. His lips stayed against yours, not wanting to pull away too quickly and think you left him disappointed. No, he could never be disappointed or unsatisfied with a kiss from you. Even if you weren't experienced with this form of affection, he wasn't either! You'd just have another thing in common!

He felt his senses heighten from the closeness and the fact he got to kiss a girl he had a thing for for a while. The smell of the apple blossoms having been drowned out by your perfume. The feeling of your soft clothes under the palm of his hand on your back was so much for him.

At some point, you pulled away, whether that was because it felt like too much to continue longer or for breath, it was something you both didn't know the answer to. You looked away from him out of giddiness and not wanting to make it awkward if you stared (as if you didn't just kiss). Reaper did something similar, looking down at the ground, but with great delight.

"You love me?" You asked, breaking the silence. You look up into his dark eyes, which stared back with warmth. Your hands were stilled entwined with his, his hand having tightened out of instinct.

"Was there a reason I shouldn't have?"

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I'm so sorry I haven't posted in so long omg, I've had the WORST writers block for so long. This has GOT to be OOC for Reaper but please let me live.

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My business, my rules.

[Elizabeth Caledonia Ashe x Female Reader]

You’d been sent by Morrison with Ashe to just tackle a “small” issue down at Route 66. Talon operatives had been tampering with the payload contents, and possibly a top secret and highly valuable project. You’d been scouring the scene for a while alongside Ashe and B.O.B. To be honest, you did find B.O.B kind of cute. He didn’t speak much, but the little gestures he did were pretty heart melting.

The main attraction to you was Ashe. She was fierce, strong, loyal, fearless and absolutely gorgeous. She was the boss. Knew exactly what she wanted and would get it whenever she wanted. You best obey or be begging for mercy. Bright, blood red eyes, lush and soft white hair cut perfectly to adorn her features, and the cowgirl outfit was a neat plus. You adored her accent, her little ways of talking brought you so much unknown joy. You just had to tell her.. somehow. But for now, the mission was what you had to think about.

Ashe had her Viper slung over her shoulder, impatiently kneeling, waiting for some action to happen. “Oh for Christ’s sake, are them Talon hooligans here or not? I’m wastin’ my time here. I could be with the gang right now.”

You hushed her, pointing towards the payload. She gave you a dirty look - Ashe was the boss, she didn’t like being bossed around. Several soldiers and four prominent agents were there - Sombra, Moira, Reaper and Widowmaker - all examining the payload. The huge white pod in the middle was their main focus, they seemed immeasurably fixated on it. Must be hugely valuable, otherwise Talon would have disregarded it long ago.

“Look there, Ashe - they’re talking about it, let’s listen.” You managed to pick up a few scraps of their conversation.

“Those Overwatch freaks haven’t come here yet, are you sure they don’t have an ambush ready?” Sombra spoke, messing around with her virtual keyboard.

“Even if they are here, we can handle them. We can’t let this end up like the museum. The boss wants this.” Reaper spoke. "You’d better not mess around, Sombra.” He spat. "I won't go easy on you next time." Sombra scoffed, knowing he wouldn't dare. They needed her.

“Stop fighting, you two. Does nothing run on time in this place? Where is the dropship?” Moira broke the tension. She let out a dreaded sigh, rubbing her temples in frustration. “Even with something this valuable, Talon forces are still late. Unbelievable.” She pressed a finger into her ear, muttering a few code words, waiting for a reply, impatiently tapping her foot. Gingerly, she grimaced, pinching the bridge of her nose. “We’re going to have to move the payload ourselves. Let’s go.” She motioned towards the cargo.

As the Talon soldiers marched their way to the payload, Ashe was raring to go. "Come on, (Y/N)! Aren't we gon’ attack them? Ain't that our job, doll?" B.O.B shot you a curious look as he tipped his small fedora. You felt your cheeks slightly pricked with warmth at the mention of the pet name 'doll.' You almost don't notice Ashe getting up and jumping away, followed by her butler. "Oh, Ashe, wait-" You whisper-yelled, whipping your arm out to grab her by the shoulder. But it's too late, she had already jumped off your vantage point and into the spotlight. You jump in after her hesitantly, wanting to have called backup first, as you were outnumbered and in need of a medic in the fight, but you assumed she’d need some back-up.

She slung the Viper over her shoulder, raising her head to show her piercing, blood red eyes from beneath her oversized cowboy hat. She smirked, a cocky demeanour overcoming her. "They say there's no honour among thieves. But that's not how things work around here. Y'all are in my territory now. And you better pray for mercy. Welcome to Deadlock Gorge!" She screams loudly, running towards the payload, claiming it for herself. You run after her having her back, but before you even got close to her, you heard something.

"Apagando las luces!" Sombra yells before hacking you from behind. You squeal upon hearing that line. You look behind you and there she is. Before you could do anything she’d already shot at you, and you do your best to dodge the steady stream of bullets pouring out of her SMG. She chases you around, isolating you from both B.O.B and Ashe.

You were in serious trouble. She ends up cornering you, and as you back up against the wall, you hear, "Luces apagadas, perdedor." She was gonna try and take your life. You close your eyes, your nose scrunched as you awaited the sweet release of death. But it doesn't come. Instead, you hear explosions, several bullets being fired, and Ashe screaming, "Bob, do something!"

Ashe noticed you were missing from the battlefield. You weren't with B.O.B, neither were you anywhere near other Talon operatives. She noticed the funky looking purple agent had gone missing too. She didn't like the sound of this. Better not have been what she was thinking. She wouldn't forgive herself at all if she lost you. She threw in her dynamite, letting it do the work for her, ('snuffing 'em outta there,' as she puts it) as she whistles for Deadlock Gang members to come and help and orders B.O.B around. As the smoke clears, you see that Reaper and Moira are yelling for a tactical retreat, leaving the payload. It would be top risky to try and push it with the Deadlock Gang around. Their yells resound in your ears, and you hear the swift click-clack of heels near you.

"I believe you have somethin' that belongs to me. Put the gun down and me and my doll will be on our way." A low, familiar voice spoke - Ashe! She had come to your rescue, thank God. You opened your eyes and let out a huge breath that you didn't even know you were holding. Sombra was frozen in place, and the cowgirl was pointing her Viper at the back of Sombra's head. You jumped at the opportunity to take your double barrel scattergun and point it at her as well. She laughed in your face, mocking you as she pressed a few buttons on her suit. Her smile quickly dropped.

Ashe chuckled lowly. "Lookin' for this?" She dropped Sombra's broken translocator onto the ground, smashing it further with her heel. It released a satisfying crunch, and you saw Sombra's eyes fill with despair. "Give up and walk away, missy. Reach for the sky."

"You're not going anywhere anyway, so you might as well give up, Sombra." You chimed in, feeling a little awkward. You were nowhere near as cool as Ashe. Your fingers were steadily set on the trigger, ready to shoot.

With a swipe of her fingers and hand, the purple glitch vanished right in front of your eyes, and you heard a low chuckle and a small touch on your nose. Clearly hers. Ashe cursed under her breath, frantically looking around, fumbling to try and locate where Sombra could have gone. "God fucking damnit! Lost her. Damn Talon soldiers… No good tricksters.." Her fiery gaze met yours and was extinguished. She flashed a warm, bright smile. "Come on, darlin', we've got a victory to secure."

She wrapped an arm around you comfortably, as if to keep you close to her to keep you safe from any sort of harm. You weren't complaining, Ashe was the best thing to come into your life since you joined Overwatch back in the glory days.

Now, if only you could tell her that.

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Dramatic, I know! Hope you enjoyed reading that work of art. ~S

Written mostly by ☆Mod Sakura, with some help from ♡Mod Noel

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kyber-kisses · 5 years

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Too Soon (Part 1)

Dean Winchester x Reader

A/n: This is my rewritten/edited part one to Too Soon! Since Season 15 is coming back soon I thought I would go through and edit the chapters. I hope y'all enjoy! ( Also I will only be tagging the spn taglist for the first part, as not to annoy some people. If you want to be updated on this series just send me an ask!)

Warnings: Worried!Dean, character death, season 14 spoilers.

Summary: When the reader is suddenly killed by Jack, a series of events unfolds that leaves both the alive and the deceased stunned.

“Hello Y/N, my name is Jessica.”

The voice was sudden, making you whirl around on the spot, hands reaching for your gun purely out of instinct. Your eyes instantly locked on a lone female before you, eyebrows knotting together in confusion. Just a moment ago you had been talking to Jack.

Now. . .well now he was nowhere to be seen.

“Forgive me for asking but where the hell did you come from?” You questioned, taking a step closer to the unknown woman.

“I’m a reaper. I’m here to lead you to your next life.”As she said it, you could see a gentle smile slip onto her face, for an instant you swore you caught a hint of sadness or pity hidden within her eyes as well. You took a step back, mind reeling with the answer she had just given you.

“That- that can’t be right. Because if that were true. That would mean- that would mean I’m dead. And I-I can’t be dead.” You stumbled over the words, trying desperately to make sense of what was happening.

No. No you couldn’t be dead. That didn’t make sense.

“I’m sorry. I understand that you're shock.” Jessica stepped forward, reaching out her hand, waiting patiently for you to take it, clearly prepared to take you through the veil-- But you didn’t notice. Your mind was trying to piece together what had happened.

Jack. You had been talking to Jack. He was upset and angry and you had been trying to calm him down. He was yelling, god he was yelling so much- and then there was a blast.

Blast.

“Oh god.” Your hand flew to your mouth as your mind caught up to you. You knew deep down Jack never meant to hurt you, but you also knew he could still be unpredictable at times. You felt the burn of oncoming tears in your eyes as your body sunk the the ground, heels pressing hard into the eye sockets.

Fuck, fuck, fuck-

Your head was spinning at a million miles an hour until it hit a brick wall of one solid thought that towered above all the rest.

Dean. Oh no, Dean didn’t know. Neither did Sam or Cas. A choked sob left your lips as the tears finally spilled over your lashes. That one person repeatedly flashing in your mind. Dean. You had known him practically all your life, and loved him for at least half of it. You always told yourself that one day you would tell him. Except now with your current situation, that was clearly never going to happen.

Dean. Dean with his big green eyes, and freckled splashed face,Dean with his dumb jokes and secretly dorky personality. There were so many things you loved about that man, from the way he laughed to the terrible jokes he cracked and everything in between. His rare but big smile and his even bigger heart. You were never supposed to fall in love with your best friend, but its a difficult thing not to do when that person was Dean.

You flinched slightly when Jessica knelt down in front of you, forgetting the reapers presence.

“Don’t worry. He loved you too, and for a very long time I might add.”

You looked up into Jessica’s eyes, your own slightly glazed with confusion.

“How do you know?” the question leaving your lips in barely a whisper as you fought to ignore the hot tears trekking down your face. Jessica stood up, waiting for you to rise to her level.

“I’ve been watching over you and the Winchester’s for a long time. I pay attention.” She smiled. You nodded, immediately seeing that she was telling the truth. She reached out her hand again.

“Are you ready to go?”

Ready to go? That was such a heavy question. You had never exactly feared death. In truth it was just another beginning, right? You paused, thinking it through. There was nothing else for you to do here. You couldn't just stride back into the land of the living and back to your life and family. The only option was to take her outstretch hand.

“As long as you promise to do something for me.” You stated firmly, sliding your hand into hers before rising to your feet with a shaky breath.

“Of course. Anything.” She smiled. You nodded again, finally accepting your fate you reached out and took her hand.

*. *. *. *.

Dean knew something was wrong the moment you didn’t pick up your phone. You were the type of person to always answer no matter what. It was a rarity if you didn't answer. So when the phone went through its cycle of rings eventually getting to your voicemail, he took a deep inhale to calm himself.

“Hello, you have reached the voicemail of Y/N Y/L/N. I’m sorry I didn’t answer your call. I’m just waiting for more important people to call. If I hear your message and deem you worthy or the title “important,” I will think about calling you back, but for now. Bye!”-Beep-

Lowering his phone from his ear, Dean looked down at the screen, your profile picture staring brightly up at him. Your face scrunched as you stuck your tongue out. In any other occasion he probably would have smiled, but instead he just let out a light “Damn it-” before slipping it back into his pocket.

He hated that you had ventured out alone to go find Jack. He should have gone with you. He should have dropped everything and just gone with you. Now you could be in trouble and in need of assistance. What if you were injured . . .or worse?

The Winchester brothers then proceeded to launch into action the moment they agreed something was not right. They had Rowena going through every page of the Book of the Damned looking for a tracking spell, and Cas was trying to find Jacks last known whereabouts.

“Anything?” Dean huffed, momentarily stopping his continuous pacing to look over at his brother, who was currently hunched over his laptop trying desperately to track Jacks phone. They had tried tracking yours earlier, only to find your phone sitting on one of the vacant tables in the library untouched and almost out of battery . He expected Sam to respond with yet another Nope but was surprised when he heard something else.

“Dean, check this out.” Sam swiveled his laptop around to face him, pointing at Jacks icon.

“Wait- is he flying?” The two brothers watched as the icon pinged to another location, and then another before landing firmly on an empty area in Nebraska. After a minute of no change, Dean was rushing towards the door, wrapping his jacket around him and grabbing the keys to the impala.

Sam knew there was no holding his brother back, especially when it came to your safety. The younger Winchester exhaled before slamming the laptop shut and following the fading heels of his brothers boots.

*. *. *.

Dean had practically been white knuckling the steering wheel since he slipped into the drivers seat. He was silently trying to calm himself down, but it just wasn’t working.

You were fine. You were fine. You were safe and alive and completely out of harms way. You were fine.

“Oh crap.” Sam's sigh of frustration yanked Deans eyes away from the road.

“What?” His voice thick with worry as he watched his brother flick through his phone.

“I lost Jacks signal. His phone must have died.”

The older Winchester let out a string of curses before slamming his foot harder on the gas. And with that a two hour drive was cut down to a smooth 45 minutes.

Dean immediately made out your car when the slowly pulled to a stop at the end of the old dirt road the gps had sent them down, the vehcile parked alone in front of an old run down cabin. The impala had barely been put into park before the older Winchester was launching himself out of his seat and running foreword, flashlight in hand.

“You go inside, I’ll check around back.”

“Got it.”

It didn’t take long for Dean to find something out of the ordinary, as he stepped through the trees his eyes widened, jade irises filled with confusion and worry. He didn’t have to call for Sam before he heard the loud footsteps running towards him. No words were exchanged as Dean knelt down, running his fingers along the earth, pulling up ash. The light of their flashlights panning over the charred and blackened earth that stretched out for several yards.

Dean needed to find you, and quickly . . .

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mymind--themess · 5 years

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Sugarbean -- Chapter One

It had been a week since your meeting with Ashe, and you still couldn’t get her out of your head. Work for you had been rather slow this past week due to two of your usual clients being either incarcerated or dead, and you were back up north, residing in New York state once more. You lived in a fairly large city; It wasn’t New York City, but it was second in size -- Buffalo, New York. It might as well have been NYC considering the hustle and bustle of the two cities were quite alike, as were the crime rates. Currently, you were nestled by the fireplace in your small apartment, lounging casually. Sure, you could definitely afford a mansion with all the cash you made in weapons dealing, but you preferred this adorable apartment and staying low. You were on the phone with a dear childhood friend who you had met at the best orphanage you had resided in, Marianna. (A/N: If you’ve ever read my reaper x reader, you will know exactly who she is)

“How was that trip down south to Deadlock Gorge?” Marianna asked knowingly.

“Hot,” You mumbled with a scoff as you unconsciously began to rub the beautiful necklace she had gotten you and B.O.B had been the one to give to you. “How’s Italy? Beautiful like always?”

“You know it; Although, it has definitely been a weird trip. So much has happened; I really cannot wait to see you and tell you everything at the annual reunion! You’re coming in this year, right?”

“Of course! That orphanage has been my home since I was 13; I wouldn’t miss reunion week for the world.” You replied as you smiled.

“Great! Anyways, how did the cowgirl casanova look?” Marianna said slyly.

You moved your hand to your chest in a mock dramatic gesture. “Finer than a bottle of wine!” You declared, causing Marianna to giggle.

“I don’t get why you two aren’t a thing yet; Just make a move!” She chided you through laughs, totally serious even though her tone was full of laughter.

You sighed in embarrassment. “You know I can’t! You remember our rule?”

“(Y/N)! That rule doesn’t apply if you like a cowgirl! There are no rules when it comes to cowgirls — She’s a modern day outlaw.”

You sighed, biting your lip. Maybe you should make a small mov-, no! What if she totally disregarded how you felt? You would be so damn embarressed! What if she wasn’t even in to females? “I don’t even think she’s into females.”

Marianna could be hear scoffing over the phone. “Oh no, she definitely swings the female way. Back when her and my brother Jesse were close, she told him all she fancied was girls.”

“Elizabeth Caledonia Ashe did not say fancy.” You replied in disbelief.

“You don’t know her backstory at all, do you?”

“Do... do you?”

“Jesse simply told me she was rich; Like — My grandmother’s level rich. Filthy rich.”

You thought on that for a moment. Well, it would certainly explain how she’s able to afford the weapons you sell. You were one of the most expensive dealers around because you dealt with high end clients. You never really thought of where they money came from; It dawned on you, she must’ve been pretty wealthy for the amount she could buy at a time. Which made her even more powerful in your head. You had always focused on just Ashe, never about where her money was from. “I hadn’t thought about that.”

“Because you were too busy thinking about her ass.”

You scoffed, “No... well once, but no! I was thinking about her eyes to be honest.”

“... You sound as sappy as my sister gets over her girlfriend; It makes me want to chug vodka until it drowns out you two.”

You smiled, “Hey, Marisol got her girl; Knowing Marisol she’s probably as sweet as pie. She’s ahead of me by a few steps.”

Marianna sighed, “Yeah, actually her girl is a hacker for Talon. So sweet as pie my ass. You two have always had this thing for someone screaming the word Badass.”

You couldn’t help but snigger. “Can’t wait til someone bad comes your way.”

“I’d like to see them try.” Marianna sighed. “Well, I gotta go. See you at the reunion?”

“Unless I’m wherever you are before then.”

“Pretty sure you won’t be wherever Talon Headquarters are, heh. But hey, I will be back and forth between there and my lab on the Lunar Colony! Come take a trip to the moon, maybe? I have some new gadgets of mine for you to inspect and sell,”

You nodded, sitting up from the couch as your other phone gave off a sound to notify you of a text message. That was your “business” phone. “Sounds like a plan; Just text me when you’re about to leave a few hours in advance and come scoop me up!”

“Okay! Ciao!”

“See ya!”

The two of you hung up as you picked up your other phone to see “ASHE DG” pop up. You practically almost dropped your phone from momentarily jumping for joy.

Oh!

OH!

It was her, and so soon!

“She must’ve really went through those new bombs quick.” You mumbled aloud as your heart rate calmed somewhat.

With a quick sigh, you unlocked your phone and read the text message.

Ashe 5:08 p.m. : Hey Sugarbean~

You 5:09 p.m. : I didn’t expect to hear from you so soon, Ashe. How can I help you?

You sent the text with a deep breath. You really had to stop acting like this with Ashe, you just had to! It was making you so vulnerable with your emotions, and heaven forbid she died or something! You’d be such a mess!

Soon, the notification went off again, and you quickly read the message.

Ashe 5:11 p.m. : Maybe I missed ya, darlin’. Just texting because I have a special proposition for you.

Typing a response, you raised an eyebrow as you mumbled the response aloud.

You 5:13 p.m. : Ha ha, very funny Ashe. What’s the proposition?

Ashe 5:16 p.m. : The boys and I are having a little New Year’s Eve bash. B.O.B wants you to come and I wanted to talk to you about looking into some more of those modified weapons; I’ve got the first stick-up of the year planned as somethin’ special.

A New Year’s Eve party, eh? Well, honestly, you didn’t see a reason to refuse. Go to the party, find out what Ashe wants specifically, go to the Lunar Colony to ask Marianna to build it, and then go for reunion week. It actually worked out perfectly — it was a win-win in your mind.

You 5:20 p.m.: Sounds good to me! Where’s the party going to be?

You held your breath for the response, impatient at best as you waited for the details to arrive to your phone.

Ashe 5:25 p.m.: At my ranch, which I just remembered you haven’t been to yet, Sugarbean. It’s in South Carolina, and one of the many spots I own. It’s very big and pretty hard to miss; the Desert Rose Manor. I’ll have B.O.B send you the location.

You sucked in a breath. “Wow, she really is that rich.” You said softly, biting your lip. Oh, man! You figured you had no shot in hell with Ashe.

You 5:27 p.m.: Alright, see you then!

Meanwhile, in one of the various places Ashe owned somewhere near Route 66, Ashe grinned wildly at her phone as her men stared to her in anticipation. “Did ya ask her boss?!” Charlie whispered anxiously. They all just had to know, y’know? Even B.O.B had sat down for this: everyone was trying to anticipate how the situation would turn out. This could either be very good, or very bad. If you said no, Ashe would be sad as all hell and hide it under anger she would lash at everyone else. If you said yes, you’d be practically answering the guys’ prayers for Ashe to be in a good mood before going back to the fierce leader she was in the morning.

Ashe looked up as she recieved your last text, placing her phone down and looking to her gang. “Bring on the liquor boys; Suagrbean said yes.”

Cheers errupted as B.O.B clapped for his master before walking up to her and tilting his head as if he had something to show Ashe. Ashe knew that look and gave a small pout. “Is it bad?”

The robot shook his head no and turned to walk into another room, away from the loud sounds or riled men and bottles popping open. Ashe followed and closed the door behind her. “What is it?”

B.O.B pressed his arm a few times until a voice capture popped up labled (Y/N). Ashe’s eyes widened. “B.O.B, did you... did you put a mic in the necklace?”

B.O.B stared at his human. Was it not clear for his mistress? Perhaps he had overstepped a bit, but he just hated seeing her miserable and longing for you. Especially when he could tell you felt the same. He swore to God, humans were weird.

Ashe smirked, “B.O.B, you absolute sneaky devil! I love ya! What’d she say?”

Lo and behold, B.O.B had set the mic to capture when Ashe’s name was brought up as well as Deadlock Gorge. B.O.B had your whole phone call with Marianna recorded and he played it back for Ashe until she blushed a bit with wide eyes. You hadn’t known she was rich from the jump, and didn’t even care? You weren’t afraid of who she was, just of the heartbreak of her denying you? You were just as afriad to screw this whole thing up as she was? You got lost in her eyes like she found herself getting lost in your own (e/c) orbs?

This changed everything. There was no more playing games now.

Ashe was going to have you.

And nobody else would.

Not ever.

“Thanks B.O.B, really. You always know just what to do to wake me up.”

B.O.B nodded and gestured back to the gang as if to ask Ashe if she’d like to go back in.

Ashe thought about it, before shaking her head as she crossed her arms. “Nah, not really thinking about drinking right now. What if I drunk text? I might send a nude to my Sugarbean and as much as I know now she’d enjoy it...that’d be a dumb move. Come on now, I don’t want her to think it was a drunken decision. I will win her over by being a gentlewoman to my Sugarbean. I might be a lot of things, but you didn’t raise a complete heathen.”

Ashe smirked, fixing her hat as she looked out of the large windows and down upon Route 66. “I am one hell of a winner though, and I know exactly how to play this card you’ve just dealt me.”

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rins-overwatch-imagines-blog · 5 years

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My Rules

Here’s just a basic set of rules I ask you to follow when considering sending in an ask to me. You don’t necessarily have to follow all of them, I just ask that you be courteous and respect what I’m comfortable or not comfortable with.

My Number 1 Rule: This bog accepts NSFW asks so I ask that you be older than 18 if you’re going to read them. I will allow you to follow me if you’re still underage but that’s only because I do post a lot of cute fluffy things as well, and all my adult content is hidden under a cut. If I find out that you’re underage and are here for adult content though, you will be blocked. That being said, lets get on with the guidelines.

General Rules:

I accept asks for male, female, or gender neutral readers, although if you don’t specify in your ask, I’ll always write the reader as gender neutral.

Please do not message me asking for updates on your ask. I work a full-time job from home and have a puppy I’m training as well so this blog is the last of my priorities and is managed for fun. If you hound me about how far I am in completing your request, I’ll just delete it. However, if you sent in a request and think I may not have received it, you are allowed to ask me if it went through. Just don’t be annoying about it.

If you want headcanons for one character, I’ll make a post with 5 paragraphs for the prompt. If you want headcanons for more than three characters, I’ll write 3 paragraphs each, and if you want headcanons for five or more characters, I’ll write 2 paragraphs each.

If you want me to write an entire fic for you it will (1) take longer to fill than a regular ask and (2) is limited to one character, or two if you want it to be a poly ship.

If you want me to write yourself or a character into a fic, all I ask is that you send me a detailed description of either you or your character. I am not comfortable writing anything NSFW with you and another character though, so if you want a NSFW fic that isn’t a generic x reader format, you have to send me an OC, not an actual person.

Topics I Will NOT Write For:

Please note I’m open to writing just about anything, and will do research on a topic if I don’t know much about it, but there are still some things I am not at all open to researching, writing about, or posting, and if you send me an ask with something that violates this, it will be deleted.

Any illegal sexual acts including but not limited to: rape, pedophilia, incest, necrophilia, statutory rape, forced sex, etc..

Any sexual acts involving non-sexual bodily fluids including but not limited to: scat, piss, vore, gore, blood (to some extent), open wounds, cannibalism, etc..

Any kind of abusive relationship trope like “Yandere” or “Tsundere” dynamics.

Anything involving a character being Alpha/Beta/Omega verse-related, simply because I’ve tried to research the topic but still don’t know enough about it to write anything that could suit your needs or wants.

Characters I Write For:

Ana Amari | “Ana”

Elizabeth Caledonia | “Ashe”

Bastion | “Bastion” (see below)

B.O.B. | “B.O.B.” (see below)

Brigitte Lindholm | “Brigitte”

Hana Song | “D.Va”

Akande Ogundimu | “Doomfist”

Genji Shimada | “Genji”

Hanzo Shimada | “Hanzo”

Lucio Correia dos Santos | “Lucio”

Jesse McCree | “McCree”

Mei-Ling Zhou | “Mei”

Angela Ziegler | “Mercy”

Moira O’Deorain | “Moira”

Orisa | “Orisa| (see below)

Fareeha Amari | “Pharah”

Gabriel Reyes | “Reaper”

Reinhardt Wilhelm | “Reinhardt”

Mako Rutledge | “Roadhog”

Jack Morrison | “Soldier: 76″ (see below)

Olivia Colomar | “Sombra”

Satya Vaswani | “Symmetra”

Torbjorn Lindholm | “Torbjorn”

Lena Oxton | “Tracer” (see below)

Amelie Lacroix | “Widowmaker”

Winston | “Winston” (see below)

Aleksandra Zaryanova | “Zarya”

Tekhartha Zenyatta | “Zenyatta” (see below)

When it comes to Bastion, B.O.B., Orisa, Winston, and Zenyatta, I will not write anything NSFW or relationship-pertaining. These characters are listed because I will write for them, but only when it involves general interaction with the reader for example, “Can I request something with Winston where he helps the reader repair a piece of their equipment.” Anything that isn’t strictly platonic is off-limits and will be deleted. On the topic of Tracer and Soldier: 76 however, because it has been canonically confirmed that Tracer currently has a girlfriend and 76 has had a boyfriend in the past, but neither have been confirmed as strictly lesbian/gay, bi, pan, etc, I am willing to write them with male, female, or gender neutral readers, but that does not mean I see them as such, and if any ask for them makes me at all uncomfortable, I have the right to delete it as I would any other.

Overwatch OCs I Will Write For:

On the topic of OCs, I am very much into them and would love to hear about or help you with yours, (so feel free to send me a message about it if you want!) and I am also willing to write asks with them given I have enough information about them, and given their original creator has personally given me permission. So far the only OCs I am comfortable writing are my own, which are as follows:

Callen Irving | “Rebound” by @irish-trash-cash (me)

Halis Kader | “Paragon” by @irish-trash-cash (me)

Finally for those of you who may want to send in an ask for two characters shipped together but don’t know what I’m comfortable with- I’ll write just about any ship so long as it follows the rules listed above. That being said, here’s a list (in no particular order) of my favorite canon character ships that I’m always more than happy to write for, as well as the ship names I recognize them by:

Mercy x Genji | “Gency”

Hanzo x McCree | “McHanzo”

Zarya x Mei | “IceBear”

Ashe x Being an Independent Woman

Mercy x Moira | “MercyKill”

D.Va x Brigitte | “Mekanic”

Pharah x Mercy | “Pharmercy”

Reaper x Soldier: 76 | “Reaper76″

Genji x McCree | “McGenji”

Symmetra x Sombra | “Symmbra”

You x Getting hit by a car on Oasis

D.Va x Lucio | “BunnyRibbit”

Reinhardt x Ana | “AnaHardt”

Sombra x D.Va | “CyBunny”

To conclude this long-ass post I just want to state again that if you send in an ask that breaks any of the rules or regulations, it will be deleted without hesitation, and any repeated offenses will result in you/your IP being blocked from the blog.

#overwatch fanfiction #overwatch headcanons #overwatch imagines #overwatch x reader #overwatch asks #rules list

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Hurricane P41

Happy x Reader.

Warnings/Triggers: 18+ Only. If under 18, kindely un-follow me please.

Tags: @moodygrip @mywhitehatisbigger @camobighairnboots @trippinjenni @jenny885

Notes: Oh man.. heartfelt chapter. I wanted to scare you all and say it was the last chapter... I didn’t have the balls to do it. (I am not ending it sweeties! Maybe I should.. but I cant just yet. I still have ideas!!! >_<)

Pics and gifs are not mine

Waking up the next day, your head was stinging. You stretched your arms and seen Happy was gone. You expected this seeing as Montana didn’t just call the mother charter out for no reason. After showering and throwing on some makeup you slid on your business outfit for the day. Kozik wanted you hear to de-stress but Jerry had mentioned to you he would like your help for their mechanics shop after Jax went on a rant of how there place was too busy not that you marketed it. Wearing a dark red shirt with a black pencil skirt and black high heels you walked down stairs. Researching coffee places on your phone as you did.

Seeing Trina and Sammy awake and chatting with smiles on their faces warmed your heart. “Morning ladies.” They seen you and stood up. You all hugged and said you normal hellos. “I am going to get some decent coffee. Care to come with?” “Naw, Jax and Chibs are taking us to breakfast after church.” “Oh la la! Well be safe.” You rummaged around in your laptop case taking out a handgun handing it to Sammy. “There is a reason Charming is here. Take it and be safe. If your nervous, give it to Jax or Chibs.” “We have shot a gun.” You smirked to your best friends remembering when Kozik and you took them to a gun range.

“Kozy baby lets go get some coffee.” The dog got off the couch, following close to you. Walking out of the clubhouse you seen all the boys sitting outside talking. Instead of disturbing them you headed to your Jeep. “Y/N!” you looked back to see Happy walking up to you. “Whats up?” you turned around, facing him. He pressed you up against your jeep, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Assholes keep talking about last nights performance.. plus this business outfit.” He looked you up and down. You looked around Happy to see the boys stairing. “Lets give them something else to talk about..” you winked towards him. You turned him around shoving him against the Jeep. The smirk that spread across Happys face was one of sin. Your hand on his chest, your ass slightly poked out. You licked from his lips to neck, kissing it. He slapped your ass smiling at you. “I love when you get possessive.” He grinned. “Well hunny, now they see I want no one but you.”

“Where are you and Kozy going?” He seen the dog sitting next to you two in the shade from the jeep. “Going to get some good coffee. Can you join?” Happy nodded waiving to the boys. They nodded to him. You opened the door for Kozy. Walking around to the drivers side, Happy held the door open for you. You smelt something off in the jeep and recognized the smell. “Happy get Kozy out now!” Happy looked at your face of fear. Opening the back door he grabbed the dog as you slowly stepped away from the car. “What is it..?” “Gas…” you mumbled. Kneeling down you seen red blinking light. Undoing the tape you held it in your hand. “That’s a fucking trigger bomb.. if you would have started the car.” Happy couldn’t believe it. So that ment the wheel wasn’t an accident as well. “Jax!” Happy yelled out. Jax stood up and the boys following. You held on to the bomb, thinking on how close away from death you were. You heart beat fast, just thinking about it. Jax looked at the item in you hand. “Y/N… what the..” he looked at it shocked as well. “Someone is trying to kill me..” you mumbled. “Go inside.. I need a moment..” you spoke out to Happy and the boys. “Juice, Opie.. take this apart and see what the hell and who the hell made this..” Opie and Juice nodded to Jax grabbing it from your hands. The boys started to walk away, Happy walking a bit ahead of you. You opened the door to your jeep smelling a hint of something sweet. Something you couldn’t put your finger on. Grabbing your purse and laptop bag and anything else valuable you shut the door. When you did you hurd a fast beeping sound “Run!” you screamed out. Without thinking, the boys did as told. You sprinted, your heels being left behind. Soon you felt heat shower your back and gravity throw you to the ground.

“Y/N!” Happy yelled, making Kozy stay. He looked to see your body sprawled out on the dirt road not moving. The clouds of black smoke and fire behind you caused his heart to stop. He ran towards you, trying to grab you. He managed to lift you up and seen the blood drip on the dirt. Your blood mixing with the sand below. He rushed you into the club house laying you on the reaper table. “Call an ambulance! Now!” Happy yelled at the top of his lungs. His hands gently on your face trying to wake you up. This was the same thing that had happened to Chibs long ago. Who the hell wanted you dead? Kozik ran into the room seeing his sister covered in dirt and ash from the Jeep. “Y/N!?” He yelled pushing Happy out of the way. “Sis.. please..oh no no..” he grabbed your hand, moving your hair out of your face. He noticed the stiches reopened on your forehead. “Ambulance will be here in three minutes..” Jerry ran in telling Happy.

Sammy and Trina walked in seeing your lifeless body on the table. “What…” they ran over to you, both of them starting to cry. They couldn’t remember a time when you so banged up. They held onto your arm, both of them shaking at the sight of you. The ambulance came in, everyone moved out of the way. “Name.” Was all an EMT said. “Y/F/N, Y/L/N” Happy spoke roughly to him. His eyes never leaving you. “Birthdate.” “Y/BDay.” Happy and Kozik followed behind the EMT. After all getting in the ambulance, they drove you to the hospital.

“Y/Age Female, Last name is Y/L/N. Head injury from previous car accident and car bomb that went of today.” A nurse spoke to the doctor that wheeled you into an emergency care room. He grabbed scissors and cut up your dress and seen some small bruises starting to form where you hit rocks on the dirt. He carefully looked at the back of your head and seen the huge cut. Making quick work he had it cleaned and bandaged in under and hour. Fixing the one on your forehead as well.

Ordering an MRI he seen that your brain functions where normal. You where breathing on your own and you legs still moved slightly. HE sighed a bit walking into the hall to go talk to your makeshift family.

“Y/L/N.” Happy, Kozik, Trina and Sammy stood up. Kozy tagging along behind them. He brought everyone to a waiting room to sit down. “Good news, her body is still functioning, she is able to move her limbs and arms. She lost quite a bit of blood and from the previous concussion it looks like she might have aswell. Two blows to the head in two days is a tremendous amount of pressure to put on the head and brain. The bad news is.. she is in Acoma. We tried waking her up but no luck. We will keep monitoring everything an making sure she is stable. For now she will rest. You are all welcome to go and see her.” The doctor got up and left after shaking everyone’s hand. Happy slid his face into his hands. Why? Why when he finally got your back did things have to hit the ceiling. Why couldn’t he just be happy with you.. His chest rumbled as tears slid down his face. He couldn’t hold it n anymore. Trina and Sammy seen this and went on either side of him, hugging him tightly. No matter what wrong he did, in their eyes Happy was still family. Kozik kneeled infront of him, tears in his own eyes. “She is going to kick this in the ass like she kicks everything else Happy.. you know this..” as he spoke he tried so hard to hold back the tears.

“Happy, Yona, dinner!” you yelled from the kitchen. Kozy jogged in sitting on the kitchen floor since it was cold. Your daughter ran in and gave you a side hug. Her facial structure was strong like her fathers, her hair your color and his dark eyes. She was stunning. “Mom, can I go to the dance with Trevor..?” She asked randomly. “No. No you cannot. Remind me to remind your uncles to be on high alert for that fucking punk.” Happy growled as he sat on the chair. You went to grab the food from the stove and he seen it was heavy. He stood up again to carry it to the table. He slid his hand over your small baby bump as he set it down. “Mom.. he is being irrational..” your daughter pouted to you. “Honey… your in 8th grade.. I don’t know..” you eyed Happy to give some leeway into the situation. “Please mom, dad just think about it. I grew up with him.. he is a great friend!” Happy tsked at that. “Better him then some kid we don’t know Happy. After all Trevor is your “nephew”.. I am sure Kozik would be elated to have his son with her.” Happy sighed and simply nodded his head. “Thanks for cooking hunny, you should not be cooking and working all the time. You gotta be careful for.. the baby.” Happy said with a concerned look. You smiled at your over protective old man. “I will be sweety.” “I agree with dad, mom. I want my baby brother to be safe.” You beamed at your daughter for how sweet she was. “How have you been feeling mom..? Hurd you vomiting this morning..” you sighed a bit. “With you I had no morning sickness. None. With this little guy.. well..” you shrugged.

After dinner your daughter and Happy cleaned the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. They had a soap fight in the kitchen for about twenty minutes till Happy called quits. You daughter calling him a chicken. You got up to walk to your bedroom and changed out of your business clothes. Looking in the mirror you frowned a bit at your body. You knew you had a kid on the way, but you were worried about your kids being so far apart in age. Happy walked in seeing the look on your face as you looked in the mirror. He came behind you setting his chin on your shoulder. “Why the frown?” He rasped out. “Because… What… What… if… I don’t know.. the kids being so far apart in age is a bad thing.. should we have had another..” your worries where evident in your eyes. “Baby.. look at me. Yes we should have this baby. I was so thrilled when you told me the news. Just means Yona can go ahead and make sure her brother is safe aswell.” “We are getting old Hap..” “Oh hush.. we are not. Your as beautiful as the day I met you hurricane..” you smiled at that. “I didn’t say anything about my appearance.” “You had the look on your face my love.” He spoke kissing your nose. He slid his hands over the small bump. Running his hands over your tummy. He pressed a kiss to your neck as you leaned back into him. “Hap.. don’t start what you cant finish..” you moaned out. “Oh my love.. I can do more than finish it..” Smirking he picked you up laying your on the bed. “Don’t worry, I locked the door.” He winked.

The next morning your head was in the toilet for a good hour. Your daughter rushing in, helping you hold your hair back. After you didn’t puke for a few minutes you assumed you where done. Your daughter helped you up as you sighed. “Sorry to put this all on you..” “Mom shush.” She smiled. “I am so excited to meet my brother!!” you where surprised by this. You always thought having a single kid was going to be spoiled and bratty to the other. However your daughter showed nothing but excitement. Rarely did she ask for anything, always asking how she could help around the house to earn extra cash.

Hearing a knock at the door, you brushed your teeth and slid a robe over your body. Yona followed behind you as you opened the door. “UNCLE LORENZO!” Yona yelled jumping into her uncles arms. “Hello sweet pea!” He kissed the top of her head. Setting her down he walked over to you, hugging you tightly. “Where is the old man?” “Clubhouse working.” You smiled seeing your best friend here. “What are you doing out here?” you asked confused. “Well, Happy texted me you where pregnant. So here I am and they are!” you looked at they confused. You seen a couple guys walk in with presents. “They are just helping me carry things in.” He smirked to you. “Happy texted you.. that is weird..” “Yeah, I think it was more of a FUCK YOU then anything, even after all those years. But, I love Yona like she was mine and I will love this one too!” He smiled to you. “Hell I even love Happy for making you so.. well Happy.” Lorenzo chuckled at his own joke.

Getting dressed you all headed to the clubhouse. Your stomach still stirring from this morning. Gemma was the first to greet you all. She seen your face very pale. “You need to..” you nodded quickly. She grabbed a waste bucket from the TM garage as you vomited more. She rubbed your back seeing your body continually throw up. Lorenzo and Yona walking to the club house. “Dad!” Yona ran up to her father like she rarely seen him. “Hey princess. Where is your mom?” He nodded to Lorenzo. “Vomiting in the office with Grandma Gemma.” Happy kissed her head and headed towards the office. HE seen your head buried in the trashcan and Gemma rubbing your back. “Oh shit.. babe..” He walked over. You lifted your head slightly to see Happy. “Hey B..” you vomited again in the basket. “Happy, she needs something in her stomach. She is just vomiting bile at this point.” “Right!” He nodded frantic. “What do you want to eat baby?” “Mac and cheese…. Fettucine alfrado.. chicken fingers with chocolate icecream…” you kept rambling. He looked at Gemma confused. “I got it on speed dial..” Happy looked back to see Kozik walking in, overhearing the convo. “She asked me to pick up the same order a few days ago when you worked late for me. Yona!” Kozik called out. Yona came up hugging her uncle tightly. “What do you want to eat?” “Ohh!!! Mac and Cheese and a burger!!” She said with a huge smile. “I got the payment.. so good to see you all. Kozik go ahead and put a huge order in.” Kozik looked behind him to see Lorenzo. He hugged him tightly” “Fucking good to see my brother!” Kozik smiled at him. “No kidding!” Lorenzo smiled back. “Can everyone but my old man, daughter and Gemma get THE FUCK OUT WHILE I PUKE!” you yelled at the top of your lungs. Kozik and Lorenzo chuckled walking out. “Damn her hormones..” “Please was she any different not pregnant?” Kozik retorted.

The baby was three weeks early. However he was perfectly fine. You laid in the hospital bed, Happy laying next to you as you held your son in your arms. Yona was staying with her Auntie Sammy and Uncle Jax and cousin Abel. “Marry me..” Happy whispered to you. You looked at him as he waited for answer. So many times he had asked you in elaborate ways, you always said ‘No.’. Because you two had been so up and down till Yona came around. Then time flew. Even then he asked every year and you said not yet. You smiled gently to him “Yes.” Was all you said. His eyes widened expecting you to say no. He pressed a kiss to your lips. “Why now?” “Because, it was calm and I am ready. You never left me and Yonas side, you never hurt me in the years she has been alive. You’re an amazing father… Yes Happy. I always knew I wanted to be with you for the rest of my life.. I just never knew when I would say yes.” Happy grabbed the little black box in his pocket. He carried it with him at all times and had for years. He slid the ring on your finger kissing you once again.

“I still don’t fucking like him..” Happy looked at Trevor as him and your daughter where getting married. “IT is Koziks kid.. I know we all thought he would be family, but those two have been in love since they met. Kozik is thrilled and so is Lily and I . At least we know everything about him. He knows how to protect her and has. He pushed her to finish college and everything.” Happy grumbled. Small tears welling in his eyes. “But she is my baby girl..” “Oh killer..” you hugged your husband. He was defiantly one to get emotional when it came to your children. Your son smiled to you two as he stood at the alter on Trevors side. He was eighteen now and out of the house. Headed to study business like his mother. Yona often taking after her father with the hard exterior and biker mentality. It was funny to see them two grow up. “Wow… who knew this would happen..” Sammy smiled at you, sitting close. “No kidding..” you held your best friends hand, watching your daughter slide the ringer on Trevors hand. Trina crying next to Sammy. Chibs rubbing her back. “How time flies…” Happy looked at you. “Your still the most beautiful woman Hurricane..” He gently kissed your lips before Trevor and your daughter had their first kiss as husband and wife.

“I miss you mom and dad…” Yona sniffled as she looked at your tombstones. Trevor on one side and her brother on the other. “Its amazing how you really can die from a broken heart..” you brother sighed looking at Yona. “Yeah, the doctor said with in hours..” Trevor said after. It had been the year anniversaries of your deaths. Yona and her brother kissing the top of the tombstones before walking away.

#happy lowman #kozik #jax #happy #herman kozik #Jax Teller #gemma #gemma teller #chibs #chibs telford #soa #soa imagine #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagine

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