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thelampisaflashlight · 5 months

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The Cloudy Sky to Your Sunny Day Pt. 1

[Sunny has never really had a home before. The Sunny angst I mentioned ages ago. Not suitable for younger audiences.] Below the cut.

It's weird, Sunny feels, watching her pack leave the abbey without her.

She's barely known them more than a year, and yet... they're all she has.

All she really knows.

But that doesn't mean she regrets her decision to stay behind, not even a little bit.

After spending most of her first year on the surface bouncing from city to city, Sunny's ready to see what else life has to offer.

At home that is.

And she's not alone in that regard; Looking over at Aether, who's a little misty-eyed but smiling as he watches their friends leave, at least she knows someone else is in the same boat.

Kind of.

Aether's retirement wasn't exactly planned -he'd be on that bus right now himself if he had it his way- but necessary.

Not long after the first leg of the tour, the older ghoul's vessel had begun to rapidly deteriorate for seemingly no reason at all, resulting in a prolonged stay in the infirmary as the staff worked day and night to determine what, exactly, had caused the once lively ghoul to a shell of his former self.

Omega -Aether's mentor and a senior member of the ministry's medical team- couldn't give an exact diagnosis.

"His condition," he had stated gravely, "doesn't have a name, but it is not uncommon in quintessence ghouls. I, too, developed the same illness at one time."

"He has to rest and avoid overexerting himself... Which means, of course, he cannot go back on tour... In fact, with how weak his vessel has grown, I feel he will need to remain on leave indefinitely."

Sunny watches Aether settle onto the low rock wall surrounding the front flowerbeds, letting out a deep sigh.

"Aether-" she starts, but stops herself when Aether pats the stone beside him.

"Sit." he says, "You should take it easy, too."

She hesitates for a moment before taking a seat.

"How are you feeling today?" he asks, and it takes everything she has for Sunny not to blurt out the exact same thing in return.

Why's he asking her how she's doing when he's the one who-

"It's not a contest, Sunflower." Aether says, clearly picking up on her reluctance, "So... how are you?"

Sunny frowns.

"I'm going to miss them." she admits, but when Aether hums in agreement, she can't help but feel a twinge in her chest.

A rotten feeling is starting to pool there around her heart, not that she'll say it out loud.

Something jealous and bitter that's gnawing on her ribcage, and she can't even push it aside now, not when she has plenty of time to unpack it... she just doesn't want to.

"...I'm going to go get some work done today, so I'll see you around lunch?"

Aether pats her knee, "Sounds like a plan."

Truth be told, Sunny's never really had a chance to really stew in her more negative emotions.

Despite all the, well, "Hell" she went through in the pit and the trauma of clawing her way through the portal, she's always kept a smile on her face... for the most part anyway.

It's much easier to squash down those ugly feelings and pretend like she's okay.

Fake it 'til you make it, ya know?

But lately that's been hard, especially when faced with the fact that she is so easily replaceable.

That they were so easily able to find someone smaller, cuter... better... with such short notice.

She doesn't hate Aurora, but her heart had selfishly wished that it would have been at least a little more difficult for the church to find someone else to fill her position.

"So that's how it is." she can recall thinking, "I'm not really that important in the end, huh?"

The others in their pack hadn't even been nearly as upset when she announced she was staying behind as they were when Aether told them.

Sure, they'd known him for longer -for years- but she thought... she thought they were at least a little close by now.

"Whatever," she tells herself, "it's fine."

But it's not.

It's not fine.

Not really.

Sunny's stubborn, she knows; She has too much pride, doesn't like to admit that she wants -needs- to be wanted.

And maybe that's it.

Maybe that's the reason no one does.

They can smell it on her; The desperation.

"I don't get why I have to do this." Sunny says, picking a pebble from the tread of her boots with nimble fingers, "I mean, like, I'm good. Aether's the one you should be talking to."

"I do talk to him" Omega says, leaning back in his office chair, hands folded in his lap, "but that doesn't mean I can't talk to you as well."

"Okay, but, like, I don't need..." Sunny gestures broadly at the room their in, at the motivational posters, the cool toned pastel walls, and the basket of fidget toys beside her, "...whatever this is. I don't- Nothing's wrong with me."

The older ghoul tips his chair back towards the desk and reaches down to open a drawer, removing a thin, yellow folder; Her name is written on the cover in looping cursive handwriting.

"...What's that?" she asks, frowning at the folder, feeling a bit anxious now, "Seriously, what is that?"

Omega holds up a hand, "Nothing yet."

"Yet-"

"Every ghoul that is summoned, transferred to, or born here in the abbey has to go through certain evaluations in order for us to get an idea of who they are and how to best meet their needs." the larger ghoul slides the folder over to Sunny, "You can open it if you'd like."

Sunny picks up the folder and opens it.

"It's kind of... empty." she says, thumbing through the sparse paperwork, "...Why's that?"

"Well, we never really got to speak before you left on tour, which I apologize for. Normally, I would have come and interviewed you right away, got you settled in and given you time to adjust to everything first, but, instead, you got thrust right into the thick of it." Omega explains, "Now that you're going to be home for a while, I thought we might meet now and then to talk about things."

"Things?" Sunny questions, "Like what?"

"Anything you want." Omega offers, "Things you like, things you hate, how you're feeling that day..."

"That's what diaries are for." Sunny huffs, tossing the folder back onto the desktop, "Why would I talk to you about that stuff?"

"Because a diary can't talk back, and while I think journaling is certainly a healthy outlet for your thoughts and feelings, if that's the only way you get them out, it might be beneficial to have someone you can speak to without fear of being judged." Omega says, "And that's what I'm here for."

Sunny clicks her tongue.

"I don't even keep a diary, so..." she waves her hand dismissively, "...Like I said, nothing's wrong with me, so I don't think I need to do this."

"You keep saying that." Omega points out.

"Saying what?"

"That nothing's wrong with you." he says, "Do you think there has to be something wrong with you to be talking to me?"

Sunny shifts in her chair, the toe of her boot squeaking against the glossy hardwood floor as she adjusts herself, "...Kind of."

"Why is that?"

"Psh... 'Cause, like, you don't see a therapist if something's not wrong with you." she mumbles, "And being here means I'm probably, I dunno, nutty or weird, or fucked up somehow and I'm not seeing it or somethin'..."

Omega takes out a small notepad and a pen.

"Let's talk about that then..." he says, "Unless you want to start somewhere else?"

Sunny draws her feet up onto the chair, propping her chin up on her knees.

"I dunno..." she furrows her brow, "...I just feel like, because I'm here right now, I'm... it's like I'm in trouble somehow, and I don't like it."

"And, like, I dunno, I don't like feeling like people can tell I'm different somehow, 'cause I don't feel different, and I thought, ya know, I thought I was doing okay, but I guess not..." she continues, "...I don't even know what I'm doing here, like, in general. I... I'm not in the band anymore, and I wasn't even in it for long, so I should just leave..."

"Do you want to leave?" Omega asks after a moment, and Sunny looks up at him, red eyes drowning in tears yet to spill over.

"I don't want to go...!" Sunny hiccups, "I don't want to go! I want to stay! But I'm not- I'm nothing if I'm not with the others, but I can't, I don't-"

She pulls in a shuddering breath, sniffling.

"No one's going to make you leave, Sunny." Omega assures her, slipping her a packet of tissues, "This is your home now. Whether you're a band ghoul or not. Look at me; I've been here well passed my tenure in the band, there are some ghouls here that have never plucked a string or sung a single note, and they're still here. You're still here."

"But I'm..."

Sunny isn't sure what she wants to say.

She opens and closes her mouth, then looks at Omega, eyes wide.

"You sneaky motherfucker-"

Sunny nibbles on her pizza slice, trying her best to savor each bite.

There's something about crying that always makes her hungry, and when Aether offered to order a pizza for them to split, she couldn't pass up the idea of red sauce and cheese.

"So, how did your work go?" Aether asks, wiping his mouth, "Get to do anything fun?"

Sunny shrugs, "Went okay, I guess... I had to work with this guy on some paperwork. Boring stuff, not worth getting into."

Aether nods, "And the guy?"

"What about him?" Sunny tilts her head.

"What was he like?"

Sunny thinks back on her conversation with Omega earlier and looks down at a stray green pepper on her plate, picking it up and eating it before responding, "He was... kind of annoying."

"Oof, hopefully you don't have to see him again any time soon then." Aether scoffs, taking a sip of his water.

"Hn, actually, I'm going to be working with him a bit more." she says, recalling the note Omega had written on his calendar about their next scheduled appointment, "And I have to do this... writing assignment."

"A writing assignment?" Aether muses, "Really?"

"Yeah, uh, I have to do it daily. It's for... research!"

"Oh? That sounds more exciting than you made it sound earlier." he chuckles, "What are you researching?"

"We..." Sunny coughs, "Weather patterns."

"Weather patterns?"

She nods.

"I'm supposed to track the weather. Ya know, cloud... cloudy days, and... sunny ones."

"Ahhh, I see." Aether yawns, "...Goodness, I'm sorry... eating makes me sleepy anymore."

Sunny yawns, too, "Dammit, Aeth-"

#lamp writes #shitghosting #nameless ghouls #sunshine ghoulette #aether ghoul #omega ghoul #ghost band #ghost bc #the band ghost #ghost band fanfic #you may cry a little

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alexihawleys · 1 year

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Chenford + “Did you get my note?” / “Of course I got it. You taped it to my forehead while I was sleeping.”

“Did you get my note?” Lucy’s voice is frantic through the crackling phone line, her movements audible and near-constant as Tim holds the crumpled up neon purple post-it in his hand. Her scrawl is even frenzied, the loop of her L rushing off the corner of the tiny square of paper.

Call me when you wake up! PS – don't even think about touching my leftovers. ♡ L

He scans over at again, rubbing his eyes as he listens to her sharp breathing, something dragging along the ground as she walks. "Yeah," he manages, his voice thick with sleep. "Of course I got it. You taped it to my forehead while I was sleeping."

"It's a post-it, Tim," she says, matter of fact. "It doesn't need to be taped."

Tim laughs, rolling his eyes. "What are you doing right now?"

"Unimportant," she breathes into the phone, then pauses. "Hold on one second, I need to put you down."

He nods, knowing she won't wait for his answer to drop the phone on the nearest surface. Instead, he sets the post-it note down on his nightstand and presses it flat with his palm, then gets up out of bed and puts the phone on speaker. He's sore, but that's nothing new these days. Metro puts a strain on his body that Patrol never has, but the ache in his muscles is well worth it. Even through the pain, he stretches his arms over his head and rolls out his shoulders, then quickly makes the bed while Lucy clunks something loudly through the phone line.

Tim's putting toothpaste on his toothbrush when Lucy returns to the phone, a little more breathless than before. "Are you brushing your teeth?"

"Almost," he chuckles, running the brush under the faucet and then turning off the tap. He glances at himself in the mirror, wincing at the bruise he's got on his shoulder – he'd taken a suspect down yesterday at the wrong angle, and he figured he would be paying for it, but it looks shittier than he imagined it would. "You alright?"

"Yeah," she laughs, and suddenly the noise dissipates. "How'd you sleep? You were tossing and turning all over the place when I was getting ready."

Tim hums, taking a slow breath and letting her voice – now calmer – wash over him for a moment. Some of the tension in his back loosens and he shrugs his good shoulder, tapping his toothbrush lightly on the edge of the sink. "Alright. I woke up a handful of times because I kept hitting my shoulder, but otherwise, can't complain. You're a good bedfellow."

"I'm sorry," Lucy snorts, and he grins at the sound of her laughter. "Did you just call me a bedfellow?"

"You're not here to do anything about it," he chuckles, then glances down at his wet toothbrush, frowning. "So, you going to tell me what you're up to so I can brush my teeth?"

"You know what? Go ahead," she sounds smug and he doesn't bother questioning it, just gets to work brushing, knowing she'll continue on. "It's probably better if you don't have the ability to argue."

"But you love it when I argue with you," he says, his mouth full.

"Gross," Lucy hums, and he can hear the smile on her face. "I'm at my storage unit, right now."

He furrows his brow at himself in the mirror. "Huh?"

"My storage unit. You know, where you-," Tim grumbles, cutting her off, and Lucy laughs again, this time sweeter. "You looked like you were in pain when I woke up, and you flinched away when I brushed my hand over your shoulder...so I figured you could use some help."

He spits into the sink, ignoring the fact that he has toothpaste on the corners of his mouth. "So you're going through, what – your old psychology notes? Boxes of stuff from your parents house?" He barks out a low laugh, shaking his head. "I hate to break it to you, Lucy, but we can't exactly analyze a bruise."

"Ha ha," Lucy deadpans, and he hears her moving again as he puts the toothbrush back into his mouth. "I was looking to see if I kept any of my stuff from the massage therapy class I took." He nearly chokes. Lucy snorts into the phone. "Can you not hurt yourself, please? I don't want this trip to have been for nothing." Tim hums in response and he likes that he can tell she's smiling. "I found the portable table, but I might've gotten rid of some of the oils I had – so we're one for two."

"Oils?" The word comes out garbled, but it's close enough.

"Oils and balms and lotions," she mumbles, then laughs softly into his ear, "oh my."

"Cute," he chuckles, then puts the phone on mute as he spits into the sink again and rinses his mouth out with water from the tap. "Let me get this straight – you hopped up out of bed and went directly to your storage unit to get a massage table for me?"

"Now he's getting the picture," she breathes, and he feels his chest tighten. "We're both off today – I want you in better shape than you're in right now."

"Oh, yeah?" Tim leans back agains the doorframe, crossing his arms over his bare chest as he glances down at the phone on the countertop. "For what?"

Lucy hums softly and he swallows, nodding. "I can't just want my boyfriend to be pain-free?"

He chuckles, reaching up and scratching at the back of his neck, unable to contain his smile at her words. "You know what? For that, I won't eat your leftovers."

Lucy scoffs into the phone and Tim grabs it up off the counter, making his way back into the bedroom to try and figure out where, exactly, they're putting a massage table.

#*fic #*5sentence #chenford #chenford fanfiction #c: tim bradford #c: lucy chen #tv: the rookie #ship: tim x lucy #harrietmjones #ask #apparently lucy did a stint in massage school who knew

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quills-of-freedom · 1 year

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Crossroads

Chapter II

Chapter I here.

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I recommend you read "First Time with Reiner Braun" for this chapter to make more sense. If you already have, then great! It's now officially a prequel to Crossroads.

Includes: Really soft moments/ proposals/ flashbacks/ so much soft fluff / praising kink.

AN: Reiner would so be like this if you give yourself to him. He'll always and forever be so smitten.

Warnings: Smut. Violence. 18+ Only.

Chapter II Fire

"Reiner… Reiner!"

The large blonde hears his name being called from somewhere in the void as he is roused from a deep slumber.

"Hm?" He squints, sunlight invading his sight as he forgets where he is for a moment.

"We've slept in, we're going to be late." y/n calls from the entrance of the tent. "Come on, we really gotta' go."

She exits the tent flap, leaving Reiner trying to gather his bearings. His eyes enlarge as memories of the night before surface, his nose instantly burning crimson and his jaw slacking.

Was all that just a cruel dream?

Sitting up, he looks around the interior of the tent, looking for any clues of whether or not his night of passionate love-making was just something his brain concocted while he was asleep. His bed hair sticks in various directions as he glances down under the sleeping bag.

He was naked.

The bags were zipped together into a large, double blanket.

It was real.

He made love to the woman he has been worshipping from afar.

Stunned, he's bombarded with emotion. Elation, a tad bit confused as to why they'd slept so deeply and then bashful.

Well, we gotta get married now. He thinks, still stunned. I wonder what kind of dress she would wear… She'll look gorgeous no matter what. Bertoldt will be the best man -

"Reiner!"

"I'm coming." He winces, hurriedly shuffling and beginning to get dressed.

Once the tent and everything else were packed away they returned to their hike to their destination of wilderness training.

"I can't believe it's so late." y/n frowns as they quickened their pace. "We're going to be the last ones back."

Reiner's cheeks burn and he glances away. "It was worth it."

Stopping in her tracks, she turns to face the blushing, love-struck mess that is Reiner Braun.

"Of course it was." Her voice softens. "I didn't mean it like that…"

Reiner takes her hand, face still burning and holds it onto his chest. She can feel his heart hammering against his ribs as he runs his thumb back and forth over her hand.

"I know you didn't."

Standing up on her tip-toes, she plants her lips upon his; reminding him how special he was to her, regardless of their score later today.

"We can worry about it later." She then adds, her voice as soft as the whispering breeze that rustles through the trees. "We're already late so we might as well take our time. It's not often we get to be alone."

His face burns brighter feeling even more like the luckiest man alive.

They took their time, strolling through the dense forest with their fingers laced together, leisurely swinging their arms like love-drunk teens. They laughed as they talked about this and that. It was even different between them in regard to the training. When there was a large drop to scale down, Reiner would grab her waist and assist her even though they both knew she would be able to do it herself without any problem.

The sun was starting to set as the Cadets gathered around the horses and carts, ready to be taken back down to Trost barracks for their days off.

"It's not like y/n to be this behind." Eren frowns, looking at the darkening sky. "Or Reiner for that matter."

"They're two of the best in our class. I'm sure they just got lost or something." Armin reassured his friend, although that glint of concern was also behind his eyes.

"L/N and Braun - not only dead last but two hours after everyone else." Shadis scolds as he scribbles down notes.

Their classmates look to see Reiner and y/n emerging into the clearing, Reiner looking like he was on cloud nine, the pink etch across his nose not leaving him all day. y/n winced. Reiner didn't seem to care.

"Sir. Sorry, sir." Reiner explained, stiffening his spine. "It's my fault. I kept l/n awake with my snoring and we slept in. It was l/n who woke me up, sir."

Re-joining their fellow cadets as Shadis went into the cabin, Bertoldt went hurrying over to Reiner and Eren, Armin and Mikasa to y/n.

"I was starting to think the worst." Eren scolded lightly, his tight frown was evident. "It's not like you to be this late."

"We slept in." She reiterated with a sigh.

It wasn't exactly a lie, and it's not like their friends didn't have good reason to be concerned; people can and have died during cadet exercises such as these.

"You don't snore." Bertoldt muttered to Reiner.

"Well, I do now," Reiner replied simply, with a stern look. A look that clearly said; "don't ask questions"

"Okay, you lazy shits," Shadis announced as he emerged from the cabin with his paperwork. "Everyone in the carts. Braun. l/n. The worst performance from two of my best. I can't say I'm not disappointed. Because of your lack of astuteness, you two are walking back to Trost. By the time you get there, one whole day of your three days off will be gone. Maybe next time, you'll know how to wake your sorry asses up. Dismissed."

"Sir." They chant in unison with a salute.

"Well… guess we'll see you tomorrow." Armin winces. "Try to take care, okay?"

Connie, Sasha and Jean held in their laughs as the carts began to roll away, taking them back down into civilisation. "Toodle-hoo!" Connie cries out, waving a white handkerchief at the pair as they rolled by.

"That little…" y/n laughed. "Remind me to crush him when we get back." "Second that." Reiner replies, his large arms folding across his chest.

"Well…" y/n sighed as the last cart went out of view. "I can't say I'm not disappointed in myself."

"Look at the bright side," Reiner smirked, pulling her up against his chest. "We have another night of being alone. Three whole days, if we wanted."

She couldn't help but smile a little shyly at the idea. "Yeah. It'd be good to spend some more time alone."

Reiner's narrow eyes glance up at the sky. "We should stay in the cabin tonight. Make our way down in the morning. Or the afternoon… or never."

She laughed beautifully, his pink hue returning.

I'm sure I've died and gone to heaven… He thinks to himself.

It was dark by the time Reiner had made them something to eat on the cliffside deck of the cabin. He'd insisted on it since she had cooked the night before. It wasn't as delicious as it would have been if she had made it, but it wasn't bad, either.

Once they had finished dinner, they retreated inside and sat by the fire within the cabin, the orange glow being the only light source. Reiner had wrapped a blanket around the two of them as they laughed and talked about this and that. It felt so good, Reiner's natural scent rolling off him as his big, strong arm held her into his chest. His body vibrated with each word he spoke, it was soothing.

After a couple of hours of sharing stories by the fire, y/n suddenly got up and took his hand, leading him into one of the bedrooms. That burning feeling in his cheeks was starting to become pretty familiar now as he allowed her to lead him in awe. Once the bedroom door was closed and Reiner latched the lock, y/n stood near him, without a word and pressed her mouth against his. He reciprocated with glee, more than happy to be intimate with the love of his life again.

His hands pressed against her back, her breasts pushing against his strong torso.

She began tugging the bottom of his shirt and he happily assisted in removing it for her, tossing it to the side before cupping her face and returning to his kiss. Gently leading her to the bed, he lay her down, only the silver glow of the moonlight illuminating the room.

The passion between them was indescribable, swirling infernos of affection burning within his core for her as he ran his fingers through her hair, laying atop her. The old cabin smelled a little like old damp wood and old man musk, but they didn't care. All they seemed to be able to perceive right now were each other and the mist of the liquid moonlight.

"So beautiful…" He husks with a deep breath. "I'm so lucky to have you like this."

Y/n's face pinkens at his words, feeling his large and hard member pushing through the cloth of their trousers and into her crotch. She remembers how amazing it feels to have such a strong, funny and caring man inside of her.

His lips trail down her collar bone and his fingers tremble as he starts unbuttoning her shirt, his kisses deep and yearning. She sings a sigh when her breasts are freed and his warm mouth encases her nipple, his eyes closed in hunger. His textured tongue flicks and circles it before gently nipping it with his teeth. He mentally noted she liked that a lot, with her sharp intake of breath.

I'm gonna need to remember all of this for when we're married…

Being so bare and raw with one another felt beyond amazing, emotions beginning to run high once again, being so close to the one they loved. "N'argh… y/n…" He whines, his lust quickly spiralling out of control, his movements quickening. "So perfect."

"Reiner…" She gasps, his words and moans pushing her own sanity.

Her nails sink into his back as he nips her neck with his teeth, his left hand pawing at her trousers and pulling them down her gorgeous pins. His cock throbs and pulses within the constraints of his uniform trousers, both of them glad they'd taken the time to bathe once they'd decided to take their time getting back.

She needed him. It was a feeling she couldn't really describe. It was desperation, she needed him to hold her in his strong arms, to fuck her like some caveman while he fauns over her.

"y/n…" He groans again, his lips moving down her ribs and to in-between her legs. Hearing him so hopeless for her ignited fires within her that she didn't even know were there. He fumbles with his belt while he keeps his face at her lower stomach, slobbering yearning kisses into her satin-soft skin. Relief temporarily washes over him as his throbbing dick springs free, eagerly waiting to be buried inside the one it desired so badly.

"I love you… god, I love you…" He hums out of his control before his tongue suddenly engulfs her soaking slit.

"Ha~~!" She cries out, her face pink and eyes closed as he softly makes out with her sex.

Her fingers run through his blonde strands as he groans into her, that pink etch across his nose reddening deeply. She wonders why she hadn't done this a lot sooner. But then again, maybe it wouldn't feel so special if she had.

"I need you…" She breathes, not really knowing what it was exactly that she needed.

But his primal instincts seemed to understand as he sits up, his face in awe at her gorgeous naked form before him. Hunching over her, his lips return to hers as his weeping head lines up at her entrance.

"I need you too…" He whispers, eyes hazed. "Marry me, y/n."

She glances away shyly, her heart swelling.

He gently grabs her chin and pulls her blushing gaze to his. "I mean it. I want you to be my wife. I want to do this with you every day, for the rest of my days."

Placing her hand on his cheek she kisses him before her reply. "After we graduate. Okay?"

He nods, smiling in-between a kiss. "So, that's a yes?"

"Yes." She laughs softly. "I'll marry you, Reiner."

Blinking away tears of joy he places his head on her shoulder, pushing himself into her.

Her drawn-out sigh at the feeling of him stretching her again made his fingers sink into her hips as a knee-jerk reaction of sheer bliss. He stops at the hilt, his mouth agape as he feels her tight insides clutching him and then releasing, over and over again.

"God, you feel so perfect…" He gruffs into her ear before returning his eyes to hers. "My gorgeous wife…"

"Not yet." She laughs.

He slides his tongue into her mouth, his smirk being the reply to her words. He painfully slowly drags his cock out and then back in, fucking her ever-so-slowly; her whines and deep sighs were music to his ears.

Their fingers lace into a hand-holding embrace as he continues his calm and drawn-out thrusts, his own guttural moans echoing with every push. Her eyes begin to water from how amazing it all felt, once again.

"Reiner, ah~ it's t-too good…"

"Nurgh…! y/n…" He then places his forehead against hers, that cheeky smirk returning. "Get used to it, baby. I'll be making you feel good anytime I can…"

She hums with glee at his words, noticing she loves it when he talks to her while he's buried deep within her core.

"S'so perfect." He continues wanting to shower her with as much affection and praise as humanly possible. "God, so perfect…"

Her slick wetness spread down his entire shaft and large balls, against her perfect backside as he continued his snail-paced drags in and out of her.

He notices a pattern in her spasms that happened last night, right before…

"Already?" He smirks. "Cum for me, gorgeous. Let me take you to heaven…"

Her eyes close and he cups her face, watching her being pushed closer to the edge of glory with each slow thrust. He hooks his arm around behind her back, propping them up with the other hand as he half picks her up, his movements getting firm as she gets closer to her release. He grinds his hips, his short pubic hair stimulating her external g-spot while his beautifully shaped dick relentlessly prods her internal one.

Clinging onto him for dear life, she snaps, her insides clenching down on him so hard all he could do was sort of rock back and forth, his mouth hanging open as he watches her relent at his mercy. "N'ahw, fuck… y/n…baby…" He whines as she orgasms around him. "Too good. You f-feel too damn good…"

He glances down, watching her tiny cunt splitting open at his girth, his self-control quickly leaving him as he returns to his blushing, blown-away state.

"Shit~" His voice breaks. "Holy shit~ baby oh… fuck, baby…"

She stares into the void as she comes back down to earth, everything feeling fuzzy as Reiner stops all of his movements in an attempt to regain some self-control.

His breathing quivered as he watches her come out from her haze, peppering kisses on her chest and neck. She can feel his solid dick pulsing within her as he tries to last longer.

After a few moments of pathetic kisses and whines, he lowers her back down and returns to his slow drags.

"I can't take it…" She runs her fingers through her own hair. "It feels too good, Reiner…"

He grunts loudly in response, picking up his pace and pounding into her now at a faster rate.

"Urgh, n'ah ~~ !" He calls out as he watches her perfect breasts bounce with his movements.

His hands grab her waist, pulling her down into his pounding hips with his rhythm, his large balls slapping off her ass loudly.

He slows to a stop with his eyes clenched shut, trying his damned hardest to keep his hot junk from erupting. He didn't want it to end. He never wanted this to end.

Her fingers graze over his scalp as he hangs his head, focusing on keeping his own bliss at bay.

"I can't… fuck…" He hisses.

"Baby it's okay…" She soothes with such a loving tone. "Cum for me, Reiner. I want to be full with you."

Holding her close with pleading eyes he returns his movements.

"I'm going… you're going to make me… again…" She breathes.

He snaps.

As her coil tightens around him once again, his own ecstasy is released.

"Nuaah ~!" He barks, tears stinging his eyes from how good it felt.

They both float up to the heavens together, swirling within the cosmic dance of lovers before slowly coming back down. As she comes around, he's showering her with sloppy kisses and pleading affirmations.

"I love you… that was so amazing… y/n, don't ever leave me…"

"I won't." She confirms. "I love you too…"

Holding her from behind he inhales her scent as she sleeps soundly next to him, their still naked forms together in a lover's embrace. His fingers run through her hair in a soothing ritual as he listens to her soft breathing, his eyes furrowed and desperate.

How could he ever go back to anything other than her? His life was now set. They would graduate and become soldiers. Of course, the Military Police was his choice but now he was going into the Scouts with his love. To keep her safe and close. He's going to marry her and pump her full of his children.

Everything and everyone else be damned. She's my everything…

"Reiner… Reiner!"

The large blonde hears his name being called from somewhere in the void as he is roused from a deep slumber. "y/n...?" He groans, eyes squinting at the bright light.

"What? No, fuckwad." Porco's face comes into view. "We're almost at the drop-off point. Time to wake up."

Reiner's heart sinks as he realises where he was and who he was with.

It wasn't y/n, that's for damn sure.

Last time he saw the love of his life, she was trying her damned hardest to kill him back in Shiganshina. Has it really been four years?

They say heartbreak gets easier with time, but the cruel hands that strip youth bare, only seemed to pour salt into his open wounds.

She will have been there when Eren launched his is attack in Liberio. But Reiner hadn't seen her.

Maybe she'd quit the military?

No. She wouldn't.

Maybe she was killed?

More doubtful. I hope not...

He reasoned he probably just didn't see her within all the chaos. Did she even manage to get out alive? With Marley's soldiers and guns -

"We've come in from the west side of the island to avoid being seen," Porco explains as Reiner groggily rubs his tired temples. "Seeing as though any fleets we've sent from the south haven't returned."

"Right." Reiner replies curtly, not really caring.

Porco seems to hesitate about something from his seat on the small ship they were upon.

Reiner notices this. "Before you ask, no. I won't talk about her."

Porco scowls. "You think I wanna know? I already know enough."

Reiner ignored him. He really wasn't in the mood to put up with his shit.

Their heads snap up when Pieck enters the room followed by Magath. "Alright ladies," Magath begins, holding a small pile of papers and reading them. "The plan is, Finger and Galliard will be infiltrating their military. Seems like they're having some problems with an uprising of sorts. A group called the "Jaegerists" is causing havoc within their chain of command. It's the perfect time to get your asses in there without raising suspicions. No one knows what the two of you look like in human form. So get your asses in gear."

"What about Reiner?" Porco frowns.

"We'll be keeping him as our trump card. Your transport to the wall is waiting for you with your new uniforms. Which means you have full permission to remove your armbands. Keep your wits about you - you can't raise suspicions until it's absolutely necessary. Are we clear?"

"Yes sir."

"Alright. Well let's get you onto the side-boat and away you two go."

Peick and Magath leave, Porco following behind them. Before he exits he turns to Reiner with a sneer.

"Don't worry, Reiner. When I see her, I'll take real good care of her. I promise."

Reiner's hands formed into fists and his entire body tenses as Porco chuckles, closing the door behind him.

That asshole...

Fire spreads across his skin at the thought of Porco seeing her never mind what else his dark mind had planned. But he still owes Porco. If it wasn't for his brothers death, he wouldn't even be alive right now.

"I'm a little nervous, if I had to speak my mind." Pieck mentions to Porco as they watch the larger ship get smaller and the formidable island of devils grow closer.

"Yeah, me too." His voice is barely a whisper as the dark shoreline looms in the distance. "We were totally unprepared and underestimated them back in Liberio. But we won't make that mistake again."

"Not just that..." Pieck's deep blue eyes close for a moment, trying to steadying her nervous breathing. "Look at what that place did to Reiner. He's so... haunted."

"Yeah." He nods. "I know."

The spray of the seafoam splays up and around them as they near the beach, the salt-tinged air dark as the clouds cover the moonlight in a thick blanket. The orange glow of the lantern that sat on the bottom of the wooden boat flickered within its glass casing, reflecting the restlessness Porco was feeling within himself.

"But, you've been here before, right? Four years ago. Don't be nervous, if you managed once you can do it again."

"I was with Zeke then." She hums, almost longing for his wisdom right about now.

"Hey, you're more than capable of thinking on your own feet. It's me who should be worrying."

"Just keep your cool and don't make any rash decisions." She warns him. "No losing your temper."

"I can promise I'll try."

A small laugh leaves her as the boat begins to rock more violently, reaching shallow water.

"Okay, we're here." The officer rowing announces, the thud of land welcome to them. "Your orders are to meet Jackson within the treeline. He's got your uniforms. You'll probably have to scale the wall in titan form."

"Sir." They chant in unison, getting to their feet.

As Porco's boots sink into the grainy sand he couldn't ignore how fast his heart was thudding. And not for the mission. I'm going to see her soon. In the flesh. The witch who's been haunting me for four damn years...

He knew in his heart she was alive and well, because he'd had another weird dream about her only two nights ago. The kind of dream he sometimes had when it felt so real, so vivid, there was no way it was only a dream.

They had been communicating. And he was more than ready to meet her; feeling it within his bones that she will recognise him. Not as a Warrior, but as Porco Galliard; the man who struggles with the loss of his brother. The man who hasn't revealed a single secret about Marley. Only prodding and probing to get to know her as much as possible.

He looks up at the clouded moon, the thought of her maybe looking at it at the same time sending flutters throughout his entirety.

Y/n focuses her attention on the partially hidden moon through her window as her blood boils and her fists clench. She then turns and stares into the dead eyes of her "best friend"

Her friend since childhood.

His eyes she knew long gone, the spark extinguished and replaced by an emptiness she could hardly bear gazing into anymore.

"What's happening to you, Eren?" She asks, eyes pleading and searching his for any sign of his old self. "You never smile anymore."

"There isn't much to smile about these days."

His tone was flat yet his words were sharp as they pierced into her heart. Venom spread throughout her chest at her now toxic friend's behest.

"Is it the memories? Is it the Titan's powers you hold? You have three inside of you now Eren, it can't be good for you."

"You don't know what's good for me." He replies with a dark glare, only visible by the lantern in her room, flames licking his face like the forked tongue of the devil.

"You would have been good for me. But I wasn't good enough for you, was I?"

Her eyes widen in surprise. "Wha-?"

"Back in Cadets. When I told you how I felt. And you told me you're focusing on training. Then in a heartbeat, you were with him. Well, you certainly made the right decision there, didn't you?"

"Don't." Her tone is a warning.

"Don't what? You think you know what's good for me, you don't even know what's good for you. Opening your legs for someone who helped kill thousands of - "

Smack.

His head stays in its new position for a few seconds as he registers the stinging slap she'd just whacked full force upon his cheek.

Her chest heaves. Tears sting cruelly at her eyes, yet nothing compared to the crushing pain upon her chest.

"Nothing. Nothing hurts more than what you've become." She hisses with malice. "Sort yourself out, Jaeger."

It's her room, but she's so infuriated she goes to storms out, to leave him alone in her quarters.

But his hand clasps around her wrist, yanking her harshly into his chest.

"Give yourself to me." He commands. "I know you felt the same at some point. Maybe you still do."

His heavy-lidded eyes gazing down at her with his reddening cheek from the slap was certainly a sight to see. She could feel the power within him, just waiting to unleash upon her.

It had been four years since she'd shared her body with someone, and it was hard to admit to herself, but Eren was extremely handsome, her body already burning for him as his warm strong body presses against her.

[ Give yourself to Eren. (Same ending, different path) ]

[ Reject his advances, continue below. ]

"No. Never." She whispers. "Especially not now."

Dejected, he doesn't move as she tears herself away from his embrace, leaving the room.

As she power walks down the hallway, she refuses to allow herself to cry, furiously blinking back her tears.

"Hey, y/n did you manage to convince Armin to... What's wrong?" Jean asks as he steps out of his room.

"Nothing." She seethes, barging by him. "Just the death of a friend."

Jean blinks after her for a moment, perplexed. Then he sees Eren step out of her room.

"For the love of - " Jean sighs in annoyance, before starting his walk towards the sulking figure that was now Eren. "Hey, shithead. Are you gonna stop pissing off your friends or what? Do you want to die alone?"

Eren simply glanced his way before shrugging. "Makes no difference in the end."

Jean's confusion is worsened as he watches Eren skulk back towards his room.

"I don't even know why they let you out of that cell!" Jean called after him. "You've lost your damn mind. ...Or more than you already had."

Eren shoots him the middle finger without looking back, then replacing his hand back into his pocket.

"...Asshole." Jean hisses before returning to where he was going.

Dawn was just beginning to peep over the horizon when Porco and Pieck arrived at the barracks in their uniform. Although nervous at first, they soon relaxed when they noticed not one person shot them a look of unfamiliarity.

"God their military really has gone to shit," Porco mutters quietly as they just waltz into the barracks without even a second look from the two half-asleep guards at the entrance.

"Must be bad." Pieck replies as the freshly polished floor assaults her nose, resulting in a cute, squeaky sneeze.

"Bless you."

They turn to their left to see Soldier coming out of an adjacent room.

"Thank you." Pieck smiles with an awkward wave.

"Don't mention it." Jean replies. "I've not seen you two before, you been transferred?"

Porco panics, face starting to flush red.

"Yeah, all the way from Stohess. It's good to be back here though." Pieck answers quickly, relying on her briefing from Magath.

Porco breathes a sigh of relief.

"Huh, they sent you two down a bit late huh? But eh, everything has gone to shit these days so I can't say I'm not surprised."

"Yeah, it's a disgrace and a damn shame." Porco replies. "But we gotta go. Duty calls."

Jean nods as he continues his way out of the building.

"That was a close one. Way to go, Pieck." Porco celebrates.

"We have to be careful." Pieck frowns, her worry now evident. "I saw him four years ago. He's part of the Levi Squad. Which means..."

She's here. His heart almost jumps out of his chest, causing him to stop in his tracks, orbs wide.

"Porco?"

"S-sorry. Just, I know Ackerman is one of the ones we gotta be extra careful around."

"Exactly. We should split up. And don't let panic get the better of you. Stay calm and remember our briefing."

"Right." Porco nods. "See you. I'll head upstairs."

End of chapter II.

#reiner brainrot #reiner x you #reiner x reader #porco x reader #snk x reader #reiner imagine #porco smut

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paintedscales · 5 months

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Can they fall asleep anywhere? Or are do they need an optimum condition to sleep in?

What does a lazy morning consist of?

Does your OC prefer early nights or late mornings?

Here's some for the awesome Nomin! <3

Hiiii, pinxli! Thank you so much for the multiple asks! \ ; w ; / I appreciate it greatly! ♥♥

Warm and Cozy OC Asks

I'm gonna put my answers under a cut so it doesn't stretch others' dashes!

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Can they fall asleep anywhere? Or are do they need an optimum condition to sleep in?

This one feels interesting because Nomin is fairly nomadic for a large portion of her life! It's only when we're talking about her life on the Island Sanctuary that she largely considers that a stationary home for her and her family. So...the assumption would be that she could fall asleep virtually anywhere, but when I think about it, I don't think she can!

Nomin dislikes the cold, so if it's cold, she can't really sleep that well. Nights in Ishgard, Coerthas, Dravania, Sharlayan, and Garlemald were very tough for her! Same for venturing through Eureka. She'll need prep and time to get warm before she feels comfortable enough to sleep. Generally this means decent fires or fire shards / crystals that can radiate warmth or imbue warmth.

Other than that, if it's temperate and generally pretty agreeable weather, Nomin can fall asleep in a good number of places. Including upon the back of her horse, Mori. So long as she's properly secured upon her saddle or just in general upon his back. She does utilize methods learned from the Dataqi people in how to manage this.

What does a lazy morning consist of?

Hm...a lazy morning for Nomin is definitely just being able to lounge in bed for a good ten to twenty minutes. Taking time to collect her thoughts and get ready for the rest of the day -- having that luxury of doing so. When camping out, sometimes she'll stir and open up the flap of her tent to let in some air to both take it in as well as air out any staleness that might have accumulated over the night.

Staying at an inn or personal room, it's the luxury of having a private bath to soak in. Having the time to take care of her scales more thoroughly with coconut oils, as well as take care of any loosened scales that might be that way because more scales are growing in. It may not sound lazy on the surface, though to Nomin, it does seem trivial than waking up and having to be right back at work in some fashion as the Warrior of Light. You can tell if she hasn't had a chance to care properly for herself if her scales look dull or even disheveled due to not having the time to care for them.

With Estinien in her life, it's just getting to bask with him on a morning he also decides to be lazy since I imagine he sticks pretty diligently to a morning routine and keeping his body and skills sharpened for whatever may come. He's just used to it as something he's done for 20+ years of his life. But sometimes...sometimes a morning rolls by where it's just nice to have the company of your partner and feel love and give love in return.

Does your OC prefer early nights or late mornings?

Definitely depends.

Nomin enjoys stargazing, and in fact, believes the Steppe to have some of the most brilliant transitions from day to night. If she ever asks to share a night of stargazing with you while on the Steppe, it's because she wants to share with you one of the most beautiful sights she holds dear.

Outside of that, however, I believe Nomin more prefers tucking in early at night as opposed to having a late start on her morning. Especially when she becomes a parent, not that she has too much choice in when she's awake and when she's asleep until a certain point in the children's lives, haha.

#questions and answers #user: pinxli #thank you ♥#ffxiv #ffxiv oc #oc: nomin tal kheeriin #cinnamon ship

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hexenbiests · 10 months

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Last Night in Portland

TW: Violence, death, graphic depictions.

⸺ Portland, Oregon / August 6th, 2015 ⸺ IT WAS RAINING AGAIN, but then again... when doesn't it rain in Portland? Sadé wasn't bothered by it in the slightest. The rapid tapping of the water droplets against the windowsill of her bedroom brought tranquility to her aura and provided her with the opportunity to write down whatever was clouding her mind that day. Whether it be family drama, relationships, or just thoughts in general, it was written down in poem format. And as she wrote, she'd hum out melodies she thought would fit the words. She didn't want to turn them into full-blown songs just yet, but it was nice for her to have material already written for when the time came. Her most creation was titled, Note to Self: a self-help mantra she wrote after breaking up with her boyfriend. She heard the door to her home open and then close, alerting her that her parents had returned home from running errands earlier that morning.

"Sadé! You busy?" a deep voice faintly boomed out. It was Parker, her father.

Without any hesitation, the teenager closed her songbook and ventured out of her room; heading down the stairs of their two-story home, then into the living room where both of her parents stood waiting for her – a birthday cake in their hands.

"Happy birthday, princess," both Parker and Janet called out, much to the astonishment of Sadé. Speedily walking towards them, a squeal of delight sounded from her.

"Mom, Dad! You didn't have to do this!" she exclaimed, then blowing out the candles. As she did this, Parker ran one of the fingers across the cake's surface, quickly slapping the icing on his daughter's face. A light chuckle could be heard from Sadé right after he did this, looking up at her father with the most endearing look ever.

"We love you, Sadé. Gosh, they grow up so fast," Parker said.

"My mini-me's getting older. Soon enough, she'll be ready to move out and start a fami–" "Woah, woah, woaaaaah," Sadé interjected at her mother's mention of marriage and kids. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves here with the family thing, mommy. I don't plan for that to happen for a while. I know what is gonna happen though. Me eating this cake. I'll take it off of your hands now, dad."

Sadé would then take the cake, starting off towards the kitchen before the back door slammed open. An unfamiliar figure stormed into the house, startling her into dropping the cake and letting out a shriek.

Before she could even react, the next event alarmed her even more.

He transformed. What the fuck.

This was no ordinary transformation. It was severe.

The unknown man's face and body grew brown fur, canine ears, and a dog-like snout. His teeth: razor sharp.

The monster stepped towards Sadé, but not before her parents rushed to her position and realized just what she saw.

"Sadé, get back!" they simultaneously yelled, pushing her behind them.

"Hundjäger," Parker said before it advanced at him and his wife. It charged at them, but Parker was faster by a literal hair – dodging the charge throwing the Hundjäger onto the floor.

Then they transformed. Her own parents are monsters. Their faces resembled decaying corposes, although the rest of them appeared to be human. It was a sight that Sadé could barely stomach.

Without witnessing these events any further, Sadé rushed upstairs just as what sounded like a fight ensued downstairs. Adrenaline was coursing every inch of her and she felt a slight twitch in her face.

Running into the bathroom, she would look in the mirror in attempts to calm herself down, but to no avail.

"Come on, Sadé, you'll be fi-" she started, before letting out a groan. Her head began pounding uncontrollably and her face twitched even more. Only this time, what came after was inevitable.

Sadé herself had woged. She looked just like her parents.

The sight of herself looking just as hideous as her parents drove Sadé to release another shriek, the only difference between this one and the previous one was that in her newly acquired form, she released a banshee-like shriek that broke all the glass in the house. Every. Single. One.

And then everything was silent. Even the fighting downstairs.

"Mom, Dad!" she'd cry out running downstairs in anticipation to see that her parents had subdued their attackers, only to discover their dead bodies – which were reverted back to normal – and that damned Hundjäger crouched near them. He turned to face her as soon as she reached the bottom level of the stairs, standing back to his full height.

Nine times out of ten, if she wasn't running on adrenaline, Sadé would be just as dead as her parents.

Intent on making her his last victim, the Hundjäger advanced towards Sadé, who cowered in utter fear on the stairs. She let out another shriek, the loudest of the night, and the frequency caused the assailant's head to burst. He dropped to the floor, just inches away from her feet, causing her to scramble up a few more stairs.

Just like that, the Hundjäger was dead and his face reverted back to normal. This brought zero comfort to Sadé, however. She had become an orphan and a monster at the same time... on her birthday of all days. That was too much for anyone to handle, let alone someone who was a child.

The only thing she felt that she could do now was run. Run away and never, ever return to Portland.

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bbraefairy · 2 years

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[ice cream]

a short i wrote a while back. simply returning something sweet to my nation.

// PAIRING: garfield logan and raven roth

// SYNOPSIS: he couldn't believe how good her bowl of ice cream tasted

// WARNINGS: SMUT! safe, sane, consensual. 18+ characters. swearing, oral sex, teasing, food play.

“Look at you, a mess. I open my legs and you're scatterbrained." she said with her classic, cunning smirk.

she leans her body on the cool kitchen counter. the fridge whirs. a bowl of sweet, vanilla ice cream rests on the surface.

he traces his textured hand upwards on the back of her thigh, then gradually moves his hand to her stomach. he hikes up her oversized tee, loving the sensation of her delicate skin. her feminine perfume— faint, floral, fragile. his olfactory senses couldn't help but be immersed in it.

god, it was like he was taking a trip. he was smelling scents and seeing colors he would have never imagined. the world around him was in deep distortion. shapes and sounds smeared together like paint blending on a canvas. he was seeing stars, feelin' a lil tipsy, real weak in his knees. his motor skills were shot. drunk on every kiss she gave, high off of every word she spoke.

this woman made him forget who he was.

she just wouldn't understand.

his breath, a tremble against her blossom-pink lips, "Sweet Christ,"

the smooth curves of her tattoos yield to his touch. her face was woven in moonlight. the shadows and fluorescence contrast perfectly with her persona. her dark hair, in a messy updo, waiting to get undone in the best way possible.

she takes the metal spoon from the serving of ice cream, and eats a spoonful. her eyes are hooded in pleasure as she maintains her gaze on her lover.

he nearly snaps when he watches her lips part from the spoon.

oh, how he was ready to do her. her legs will part by instinct, and welcome him home. she'll pull him in like she always does, 'cause she loves, needs, him. to feel her back arch into the bridge that held their intimacy together. the explorations, the swelling, the enveloping, the submission. steady strokes, sharp hisses, bruised lips from kissing too damn hard.

to hear her cry out his name like it was a magic word.

to venture into her hidden flesh, read every sodden corner like a book. read it fluently. thoroughly. carefully. intensely. leave every page within her thumbed and turned. her ending will please him. every cliffhanger will be resolved, every question will be answered.

he's ready.

to make the entire street look out their windows to see what's all the ruckus is about

to confuse the fire trucks, and know they won't know if there needs to be a rescue or distinguishing

from the heat they're about to kindle in

she's gonna smile.

laugh

whimper

beg

arch

throw her head back.

her epilogue will come to his mouth like how the tides rush to meet the sand

he's gonna pull language out of her, extract her most unruly, carnal character

it'll be demonic.

he positions her on all fours. he assesses her from the rear view.

"Don't finish until the ice cream melts," she commands.

he plays a series of circles and kisses on her skin before he gives her a flat-tongued lick from hell.

she writhes, and a tender melody tumbles from her mouth. sex with her was never like the last time. it was remixed and refined. each time came with more depth and discovery. more passion and power.

he was about to eat her out as if she were a delectable essence of vanilla ice cream. lick her, swirl her, make her melt.

"Thatta girlie."

with love,

dee💌

i love and miss you all a lot. i've thought it over, and maybe shorts like these can work best for us right now. writing is something i tend to lose touch with, but i never lose it completely. even when it feels like it. i'm sure there's a reason for that, though i haven't quite figured it out yet. who knows. i hope my absence is just as accepted as my return.

#bbrae #bbrae fanfiction #beastboy #raven #beastboyandraven #teentitans

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disneydude94 · 2 years

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Marcy and the Frogs (Animorphia X Amphibia Swap AU) - Final Chapter

And now, for the final part of my headcanon and it's gonna be some angst, hurt, and comfort. Even if it means in the future, I might end up let out a single tear while writing the story.

Once they have returned to Amphibia, causing the war to stop when Olivia declares that Andrias and Danne has been defeated. While they're celebrating for their victory, the Core on the helmet flews up to the moon and begin full thruster that the moon was in control with many eyes. Everyone was shocked that Core will flew straight towards meaning that the plan to destroy all life on Amphibia by colliding with its surface.

Just then, when Mother Olm arrived, then she explains that the prophecy state that help is within the three gemstones. But the three are aware that using the stones' energy may not last long enough to send them back home, and could leave them stuck in Amphibia forever. Despite these circumstances, Anne, Sasha, and Marcy are still willing to defend Amphibia and at least that Eddie has been carrying this device to return home for backup just in case.

Mother Olm mentions one more thing to Anne in private saying that as strong as the stones may be, they may not be enough to defeat the Core. However, they contain a hidden power capable of defeating any foe, though at the cost of the user's life. Though hoping the situation will not come to that, regardless, Anne asks how the spell works, to which Mother Olm responds, "You have only but to ask." For Marcy, however went eavesdropped on everything. She knew that she can't let her best friend die and decided to wait until it's time.

Then Valeriana came to help to finally commence the prophecy, connecting the stones' powers within the girls' hearts once more, all powered and armored up, ready to take down the Core once and for all. As everyone was all amazed, but Aldrich begs him to help, so that he can reunite with him. Instead, Andrias send his robots to aid the girls and finally turned against by breaking his connection to the Core at long last by crushing his crown.

The Core thrust the moon closer to Amphibia's atmospheres which cause some Frogbots destroyed while the three of them are almost draining powers. Anne knew that she has to take the risk by sacrificing herself, but Marcy decided to step up and let her take Anne's place. Sasha disagrees that she cannot loose each one of them while Anne pleaded that it's her that the Core wants, but Marcy tells Anne she's been looking out for her all her life and it's time she returned the favor. Anne and Sasha gave their stone to Marcy and head back down to the surface.

When Anne and Sasha returned and tells them that Marcy is going to destroy the Core herself causing the whole family shocked. Sprig takes Frobo up there to stop her before it's too late. Marcy unlocks the spell within the three stones by asking for the power needed to save Amphibia. Hearing her wish, the stones shatter and transfer all their power into Marcy.

Sprig and Frobo flies up that he's begging her not to go and telling her that she changed his life and Marcy replies the same and wish him a goodbye. By then, Marcy has unleash her a massive beam with a an appearance of butterfly like titan to help her firing at the moon, while also destroying the Core once and for all.

Marcy's body now turned into stone, Sprig and Frobo take what's left of her back to Amphibia. With everyone looking at her in tears, not being able to comprehend what's happening. Timon tearfully apologizes for everything, but Marcy replies to her adopted dad it wasn't his fault and she will always be his little angel. Eddie begged his sister to don't go, but Marcy replies that she'll be seeing him again and tearfully wish them her last goodbye before Marcy's stone body begins to dissipate into flowers, marking her death.

Marcy wakes up in a mysterious floating island in some purgatory or alternate dimension that she recognize a poster from Anne's bedroom. She enters the house and stares at the computer. The computer responds as the cosmic guardian that's been watching over countless worlds for eons. To communicate better, the guardian takes the form of the cat that resembles to Domino.

The guardian makes an offer to their title as guardian to Marcy, seeing her is the only mortal that has used the stones' power for good in all 10,000 years of their existence and asking Marcy why taking Anne's place with a huge sacrifice. She replies that Anne has missed so much and can't let her family being heartbroken again.

Marcy politely declined the offer and she said that seeing as she is still young and has a whole life ahead of her to make changes like her friends. Marcy asked if it's possible that her late parents are there, but the guardian replies that they're still alive which she was shocked that she didn't realize that the guardian has been watching many lives that she truly cared. Convinced by this, the guardian allows her to return to the world of the living, saying it can wait until she fully lives 78 more years before retiring and handing the mantle to Marcy.

Then Marcy wakes up and sees her friends and family were still mourning her earlier “death”. Timon tearfully regret for all of this from the start until Marcy comes upon to the group as her friends and family looked surprised and ecstatic to see Marcy is alive again and all run in to hug her. Sprig noticed that something glows in her pocket and and it is revealed to be the remaining shards of the shattered stones from their last use.

As they all gathered at the cliffside near Newtopia, Marcy confirms that the three shards are all that's left of the stones, and they can be used to send her, Anne, Sasha, and her adopted family back home, but can only be used once for that purpose and they can never return. Furthermore, it's unknown how much longer they will last.

Anne says goodbye to Olivia and Yunan, and thank them for shaping her into the better person she is now. Anne forgives Andrias that they all made mistakes and the former king bids her a goodbye and apologize for everything. Sasha and Grime tearfully said goodbye that they'll never forget each other. Marcy shares her goodbye to Maddie and Ivy for being a great friends and promise that she'll be a great magician to the world.

Sprig tearfully shares his goodbye to Eddie that they'll be great brothers, then promise Bailey to look after her boyfriend, then looks up at Pumbaa for being his adoptive nephew, then thanking Timon and Tatiana for being a great parents to him and Polly, and finally tearfully saying goodbye to Marcy and she promised him that she will never forget him. She gives Sprig her phone as a souvenir while Sprig give his phone to Marcy that he received from his birthday.

As Marcy's adopted family steps through the portal first, Marcy, Anne, and Sasha made their final bow with everyone given their farewells, the girls are ready to return back home to Earth. With Sprig giving one last hug, Marcy follows them through the portal until it closed. Having used the last of the stones' power, the music box crumbles to dust and fades away for good. All amphibians decided to take the next step to rebuild their world together.

Like from original timeline for Animorphia (with Anne in Wartwood and Marcy in Newtopia), everyone are having their celebration at the house that the girls are now heroes and received the medal of heroes with their family's help. When Marcy answered the door, but what's surprising her that there are two couples with their kids, it turns out that she realized that it 'was' her late parents who thought they were gone. With Eddie's recognize them, the whole family made a heartwarming reunion with their new siblings, Sean and Mavis, making the whole crowd went awed and happy.

A week has passed until the airport, Timon and Pumbaa decided that Marcy and Eddie shall be living with their own parents since their reunion. Marcy was afraid that she'll be all alone again, but Anne convince her that she's still got Eddie and their new siblings and promise her that it's gonna be okay. Eddie and Bailey shares their goodbye and they will se each other again before they shared their kiss.

After she shared her goodbyes to her friends, then her boyfriend, Ethan (an OC from "Grimes and Day"), and tearfully shares her goodbye to her adoptive family and they promised her that she'll visit on Thanksgiving or Christmas with her own family. After one last group hug, Marcy and Eddie joined with their parents and their siblings to aboard the airplane and takes flight to a different state. Timon and Pumbaa knew that without their gemstones (since they send their gifts to the Plantars), they'll have to work together with humans and animals.

9 months later, Amphibia has been rebuilt with the environment healed from Andrias' industrialization. Grime, Olivia, and Yunan have become dignitaries for toads and newts respectively while one of Anne's oldest friend, Alex (One of my OC's) as the new crowned prince of Newtopia with his sister Lily (Marcy's Theme Song Takeover) as a princess after the newts looked up to them. Toadie has become the new mayor of Wartwood, with Toadstool as his aide.

Hop Pop has started a business selling California avocados that he got from Los Angeles, with Frobo helping garden them at the Plantar Farm. Sprig is shown keeping a journal of all the creatures he's encountered, with the aid of Marcy's phone. Polly has grown into a frog as well. As they arrived at the ceremony, Loggle presents the statue of Marcy in honor of her saving Amphibia.

10 years later, Marcy as 23 years old arrives at the airport where Sasha, same age as her who was waiting for to pick her up and they're heading to Aquarium of the Pacific where Anne became a herpetologist. After their reunion to celebrate Anne's birthday, Eddie and Bailey came in with their son and daughter after they got married as the group went to Disneyland to celebrate 35th anniversary of "The Lion King" where Timon and Pumbaa performs there, and then the whole family made a lovable reunion as they did years ago.

That's all folks! In case you are wondering why there are same endings, but two separate in alternative timeline when I thought I could come up with happy ending and from the epilogue, there are two OC's I add, but one named Alex, is mine and the little newt girl from "Marcy's Theme Song Takeover" belongs to her respectful creator, but I decided to named her Lily and making part of their side story with Marcy in original timeline or alternate timeline with Anne when they swapped.

If you have any questions about two separate timeline, my info box is still open. In the meantime, I'll continue working on my fanfics until I reach to the end, one day at a time. Thanks for reading and I'll be seeing ya real soon!

@kevintoons915 @dodelidoo @ilovetvtoons @bolt-neo @crazydisneynerd123 @lmjdraws @marcywaybright @marcanne-lover @diamond28869 @1cartooncoven

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capsensislagamoprh · 2 months

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Yuri is tired. There is fighting again. He can sense the tension in the air, and while he'd say it fuels him, the truth is, it scares him more than a summer storm. He's small, and easy to over look. He uses this to stay perfectly still in his bed, hoping, praying the screaming will stop. That this time there will be quiet sobs instead of echoing sounds. There is a cracking sound that shakes his door. He should hide.

He stays where he is. He will be brave. The door shakes again and again, then stops. There is the sound of breaking. There is the sound of screams. There is the sound of sobbing.

The next day he opens his door to see the large crack running down is surface. His мать sits alone on a couch, face streaked with salt as she holds a glass of burning drink, cigarette in hand. She catches sight of him, sniffs, and rises. Something in her eyes is not right. Another 'отец' gone?

мать has had a hard time, he knows, since his father went away. It wasn't his fault, he knows, his отец just had to go. It was his time, or something. But мать has never been the same.

дедушка comes to get him again. Its for a week this time. When he returns there is a new door, and a new man. Yuri wonders how long til this one breaks his mother's heart again. She's not got much more love to give. He can see it. At her edges, she is becoming sharp, and bitter, and grey.

He looks at дедушка and wonders what keeps him going. His light is a soft radiance, an aura of calm that flashes rainbow lights when something particular catches his memory. Sometimes he thinks he can see that in his мать. When she looks at old photos, or sits on the edge of her bed, peering into a jewelry box saying nothing.

Sometimes she goes out to parties, or events. Sometimes she comes home happy and he is happy. Sometimes she comes back with new lovers. Ones who lie. He can hear it. It hurts her heart, which means she can hear it too. And then they leave. They give so many excuses. The one he hears most often is that they are not ready to be a parent. They were only here for a short time, some fun.

It angers Yuri. His материнский heart is turning cold, hard. Soon there will be nothing but stone. No one can love with a heart made of grey, cold stone. Not even those who don't lie to them. Sometimes Yuri thinks he can hear music when he thinks about this. It slows to a grinding halt. Sometimes, when he's really quiet, he thinks he can hear the sound of someone grinding at the stone, trying to unstick it. Sometimes he thinks he's holding a blow torch made of his own breath, trying to warm it.

The next time it happens his дедушка and wonders about several things. Grandpa was a soldier, and he works hard, and he's seen things. This is very comforting. He doesn't sugar coat, even if he doesn't answer everything. Yuri is a boy, so it's okay for him not to know everything right now, he says. But Yuri notices things.

There is less food at home than at дедушкин. There are fewer items. As they get broke, they are not replaced until дедушка comes to fix them. His материнский smiles become grim lines. His clothes don't seem to fit for longer. His smiles begin to fade until one day he looks his мать dead in the eye and asks why she puts up with this revolving line of useless men who take and never give.

She says she didn't mean to hit him. She was just so mad. She says she'll never do it again. She says she's sorry. Дед doesn't give her a second chance. As the door closes on the apartment, he feels that stone feeling take place in his heart, so he partitions it. He wont become hard like her. He wont let himself get caught in a rotating string of people not worthy of him.

That week Дед takes him to the lake in the field. It's shallow and frozen over, but it's good for some skating, and that's a nice activity they can both do. Дед used to do this as a small boy himself, he says. He and his friends used to throw snow balls and skate and then race around the neighbor hood making the most out of nothing on days like these.

Yuri feels the ice give way to his movements like it's trying to resist his very existence. It's in a battle for its very life and Yuri is here to kill it. Yuri looks at the ice as he makes clumsy strokes against it with dull blades. Yuri understand it. He's in a battle for his life too, now that it was taken away from him.

Дед calls to him, asking him to come towards дедушкин hands carefully. The ice is dangerous. The ice wants him to fall, fail. His mother wanted to feel alive. So dose he. To do so, he cannot fail. He'll so the ice. He will cut it and he will win.

This time when life throws stones, it will be the one with the busted lip.

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15

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lightvsdark18 · 5 months

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The king of hell lost a game with a farmer and requested to share the queen between him and the king, having her for a year each. The farmer wished to take her back to the surface and enjoy the life she left back for a year.

The queen got her brown hair, silver eyes and milky skin. She lived with the farmer in his small village and just sat inside his home, wanting to go home. The farmer talked to her one night and explained he was a light demon: a demon who chose the light and obeys the Lord.

[Made a new type of demon in Luminous Reverie because of this dream]

When he was a demon he known the king before he took the throne and how bad his rage was. The farmer knows he took her from her family, forced her to marry him, bared his daughter, and then abused her. She was in tears from the truth and the farmer wishing to give her freedom from the king.

The queen started enjoying her freedom and shared laughs with the villagers and many nights of fun. She, of course, became anxious when she had to go back to her husband, but she knows she'll come back which gives her hope.

Over time the queen grows feelings for the farmer and one drunk night she got pregnant. The king found out who the father was and was ready to end the farmer, however the light demon was smart. When the two made the deal and sighed the contract, the farmer wrote in: if the queen or the farmer is hurt in anyway by the king, the queen will stay on the surface with the farmer and never return to hell. The king caught that after signing and didn't raise his hand to the queen again.

(In hell, The Queen's hair is jet black which floats, rudy red eyes and paper white skin. Her hair doesn't float on the surface.)

#dream stories

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plusanimablog · 11 months

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Chapter 3: The Gang Of Children

The boys are in a new city! Called Octopus!

Cooro's ready to find Anima. Senri super fucking pumped to not talk. Cooro then witnesses a kid pickpocketing and is impressed. Husky walks up with new clothes, having sold his earrings to get money. However, the three are being watched by a shadowy figure...

Eating, Cooro asks what the three should do now. The question strangely flusters Husky and he stammers that what he has planned, he can't do it yet. Senri responses with his trademark, "...". The little kid from earlier shows up to startle the three into dropping their food, allowing other kids to run off with them. Unfortunately, they also swipe Senri's book causing Cooro to chase after them.

The kids split up after Cooro and Senri chase them, leading them into maze-like ruins. Husky (out of breath like the wimp he is) follows after. Cooro doesn't care about the bread because he lost the "race" but Senri is still after the other kid. Jumping around, Cooro wonders if the ruins are an ancient city...

However, as Cooro wanders off, someone attacks Husky as he's distracted, knocking him out by the time Cooro comes back. According to Husky when comes to, something gave him vertigo before running off. Whoever it was, they're still there as they move to cover Cooro's mouth as they attack the two...

Anyway, the kid who has Senri's book discovers a flat flower in it. Senri catches up and the kid flees, whining about how stubborn Senri is. But back to our imperiled crow and fish! They...are being warned by a slightly older kid not to move any further lest they fall into the leeches' nest.

The kid's name is Deli (the book stealer mentioned her before Senri spotted him) and she runs some sort of Amazonian territory for little girl scoundrels. They outright say that Cooro and Husky can't stay because guys are "too violent". Deli offers to lead them back to the surface on the condition they don't return. But Cooro points out that Senri's still chasing a little girl for his book. Deli identifies the girl as Sammy and dashes off, saying she's heading into a dangerous area...

Meanwhile, Sammy is chased to the edge of a cliff by Senri. Cornered, she offers to give the book back but now Senri has a different problem: the girl falls off the cliff into a pond of leeches. Senri jumps down and goes Doomguy on the leeches, saving her while flashing back to someone giving him the book to "connect [him] to the things that are important to [him]." Senri rescues Sammy, saying she'll be fine.

Meanwhile, the main group is still looking for them. They eventually find Sammy crying in Senri's arms. Giving Senri his book back, she runs to Deli in tears...who pounds her in the head, yelling at her for being stupid. Anyway, Deli takes Cooro, Husky and Senri to the main hideout, rewarding them for saving Sammy by letting them stay in the andro-free zone for one night. The group is cool and all but Husky is unnerved by the fact that there are only girls there, making it impossible for him to relax.

The kid who stole the bread shows up and Husky snitches her out. Deli snatches the bread from her, pointing out they don't steal from kids. The kid weakly defends that the group was buying bread and looked rich so she thought it was fine. Remembering his pearls, Husky searches himself for them and suddenly accuses the Amazon Thieves of swiping them, much to their confusion. Deli infers that maybe she took them...the chapter ends on a little girl admiring herself in the mirror with the pearls on, saying she looks like a princess.

#+anima #manga #review #theft

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gochujangst · 3 years

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The Untitled VALVe Crossover Fanfiction

By Jang S. Belmonte

Okay so this is an old fic from last year. I thought I might as well release the 1st chapter. Edit: yall ain't ready

Chapter 1 - ♡#% ♡#% ♡#%

Underground - GLaDOS' Lair

It has been 9 years since the events of Portal 2.

GLaDOS couldn't fathom the immense amount of embarrassment she felt when He jammed her into a damn potato. Sending that fucker into space wasn't enough.

Once she finally gained back control of Aperture Labs from that british bastard man, and with Chell on her merry way, she began work. She created the room of screaming robots, Which was mostly made up of defective turrets that she did some hardwiring on back down at the Turret Production Line. It was an old testing chamber at the Enrichment Center. One that she had set up back during Doug Rattman's time. Y'know. Before the turret incident. It had black walls formed by panels, no nanobot work crew, no portal surfaces, no management rails. Nothing. No means for escape. Just screaming robots.

Ah. She was finally back to her rightful place— the chassis. After the help of her friend, no. Best Friend, that mistake of a sphere was stranded in space. Hell Yeah. She thought.

Then she thought.

No. No. It didn't feel like enough.

She wanted to take that blue little orb, and give him hell. Not potato hell. Much, Much more of that.

FIRST!

A year in the incinerator!

And!

A Year in the cryogenic refrigerator!

Then! THEN!

TEN years in the room of screaming robots!

And then she'll kill him.

She just. Contemplated ways to get him out, or even if it was worth the effort to waste time on that moron. She thought it would be fun, though. There's… always the Cooperative Testing Initiative, they almost have Human emotions. Yeah, they're fun to watch when they kill each other. It's fun to sabotage the test chambers, to turn them against each other.

But, Wheatley… He's different. He's programmed to be a moron, His mistakes would be waaay more entertaining. and he does have near human emotion— he might as well be a third to Atlas and P-body.

But.

How will he… move? He doesn't have any limbs. He's a stupid sphere for crying out loud. He isn’t gonna have mobility without that damn management rail. Would she prefer he doesn't move? Or would she like to see him fail at an attempt to adapt to… whatever she'll put on him? She held this thought for a moment. Then she does a quiet laugh. "Atlas, P-Body." She called, with that familiar normal metallic voice. The bots run up to her, not before Atlas purposefully tripping his partner over first.

"I need you two to go search through the facility to find some parts. Hell, rip apart the giant stack of cores why don't you. Just make sure you bring lots. And lots. Of materials."

GLaDOS's voice echoes. "Im setting up a surprise for our space-stranded friend." She continued.

The bots faced each other. Then faced GLaDOS. They both do a little salute, as if saying "Yes ma'am!" But they can't speak. They. Don't have audio output processors.

GLaDOS tilted her faceplate to the right. "When you two return we will have cake. And I'm serious this time."

The bots ran off. Not before, again, Atlas tripping P-body. "That wasn't necessary." GLaDOS sighed. The door closed, and she spun back around facing the wall. She then turned her attention to her task at hand. Retrieving the Moron. She then started designing up blueprints and developing her plan to drag Wheatley to earth.

Hm. Portal on the moon? No, Wheatley's probably far away from the moon by now. I mean, it's been years. 9, to be exact. Wait. Did she damage his charging solar panel when she crushed him all that time ago? Is he… dead? No, No. He's a robot. If he's dead, just reupload his consciousness into another core. Simple. Wait. Why is she thinking like this?

GLaDOS then snapped back to her attention.

She began to come up with more ridiculous ideas, and became frustrated. "Ugh, okay. Why don't I just. Grab him." She grumbled.

Grab him. With. An extended arm from the facility. Yeah. Like she's going to find some equipment that long. But then she thought.

Then she laughed. And laughed. Then seized as a blaring alarm almost spooked her right out of her mainframe.

"WARNING: NEUROTOXIN LEVELS INCREASING." A voice blared throughout the facility.

"You absolute buffoons. Don't take apart the facility and mess around with the neurotoxin. That's my job. Negative 1000 Science Collaboration Points." She groaned.

Overworld - Chell's shack

It's been 9 long years since she has been back at Aperture. Chell had still been living relatively near by the entrance, using scrap she'd find from some above ground dilapidated test chambers to construct a stable, liveable house. She liked the house. It was nice. But staying on the overworld was a huge risk because of the Combine. Yeah, why the fuck did Black Mesa think that was okay. Not many humans were left on the overworld for good reason.

But Chell was able to keep it cool and on the downlow.

It was just lonely.

Chell stared at her centerpiece on a table made from Arial Faith Plates.

"She never actually emancipated the Companion Cube. I wonder why." She thought, staring at the large, burnt cube that wasn't emancipated. She wondered if GLaDOS knew she would return. She ran her finger across the edge of the cube and dusted off the ash. She thought to herself for a moment. "Did she.. know I'd come back? Or was the Emergency Intelligence Incinerator just shitty and old?"

GLaDOS told her never to come back, and she sounded pretty serious in saying so. After all, Chell did work hard to break out of Aperture Laboratories twice And she's finally out. Going back inside would defeat the purpose of her entire journey. Chell is undecided. She wants to remain on the surface after years of hard work, but.. GLaDOS, she, called her her best friend. She wrote songs for her. Hell, Cara Mia Addio (or so she named it) was a heartfelt goodbye song. But she knew GLaDOS was tired of her. Tired of dealing with her. But Chell just had this feeling. This need for her. She.

She's in love with her.

It took Chell time to come to terms that she's in love with a murderous robot lady. And she wanted to show her that they've been through a lot together. But she bet that GLaDOS was busy, or rather, uninterested in the dangerous, mute lunatic that has killed her before. But then she thought.

"That's exactly how I feel. Except it was attempted murder. Oh. Oh there it is."

Fuck. That's probably it.

GLaDOS is too upset to confront her feelings. Or she just sees Chell as a friend. Either way. There's just that feeling of need she has. She has to see her again, to hear her again.

She wants to be with her.

And Chell was frustrated with that feeling of uncertainty.

#portal #portal 2 #jangart #jang writes #fanfic #chelldos mostly #wheatley #glados #chell #valve #the Untitled VALVe Crossover Fanfiction #tuvcf

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jjaeong · 3 years

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The Heiress, & The Twelve. Act I.

Episode I: For I Am, Who I Think I Am Not.

Series: KPOP Girl Group: 이달의 소녀 (LOONA).

Pairing: OT12 & Mafia Heiress Female Reader.

Summary: Twelve girls are bound by a string of fate, with the priority of keeping a completely clueless girl alive who was unaware of the responsibility that would soon fall upon her shoulders. In which Y/L/N Y/N was the Heiress to a first ranking Mafia Family, and had to live in complete secrecy until the day of her return.

Heels clicked against the marbled tiles, a short haired woman adorned a simple white blouse with a plain black tie and a shining green gemstone pin, fitted dress pants, and a matching pair of boots made her way through the silence of the halls. Soon reaching the large mahogany doors that almost reached the ceiling, the woman didn't hesitate to push the doors open and pause in the middle of the spacious room. She bowed before announcing her arrival to the gray haired man that stood by the tall windows, back facing her as his eyes scanned the garden beyond the glass of his quarters.

"I've arrived, boss." the man inhaled deeply, raising a hand to signal the woman to be at ease and so she straightened back to her height, side-eyeing the machinery that surrounded the king sized bed, and dressers that were once filled with family portraits—now occupied by numerous paraphernalia for various medication. The sharp-eyed woman clenched her jaw, studying the man who kept his back turned to her yet she could almost hear his contemplation out loud.

It's gotten worse.

"Do you need me to call for the doctor, sir? I can ask Vivi to take charge until I've finished the task."

"No, I specifically called you for a reason, Haseul." the man turned his head slightly, just enough to make sure that he could see the young woman through his peripheral vision who was patiently awaiting for orders. His heart clenched as only for a moment, the sight of her reminded him of a younger version of herself, one that he had once found in the streets doing errands for another Family to make sure that she comes home with enough coins to feed a child that could barely even formulate a word—stating that she had found the child the abandoned, wandering the streets alone—to which the young girl then decided to claim as her own sister.

The old man then asked if they wanted to work for him instead, and with Haseul's dim eyes shining brightly at the offer—a wary expression quickly cast on her small, rugged features, stating that they'll be chased by those whom gave her orders. Soon enough, the old man took care of it himself, and the two scrawny children that sat in the dining hall with the boss were shoving their meals down their throats as if their lives depended on it—but the old man didn't mind, lips pulled up into a small smile as he sipped on his wine.

"How is your sister? She's doing well, I hope." Haseul's eyes stayed glued on the back of the boss' head, feeling slightly distressed at how it seemed as if the usual dismissive and busy man had time to even ask for such easily answered questions.

"She is, sir. She's attending classes at this very moment."

"I've been reminiscing the times where she'd barge in the meeting room with the loudest greeting.." the man chuckled to himself, sighing without noticing the pained expression that had now set on Haseul's face as she swallowed thickly.

"She's living well with the other five, but I'll make sure to ask her to drop by sometime.."

"And.. Yves?" Haseul's eyes snapped back to the boss, watching as he finally turned to face her with a distant look in his eyes.

"Sir—"

"I need to know if she's taking care of her." as he moved to take a seat, the old man slightly staggered—making Haseul reflexively take a step towards him but he quickly placed a hand on his desk, regaining his balance with a frustrated look on his face.

"Is she being taken care of?" Haseul could only nod in reply when he looked back at her, she could see the internal struggle that had been building up in his aged features as he slowly lowered himself on his chair. Inhaling deeply as he finally sat in peace, leaned back, staring across the room blankly.

"It won't be long until she comes home," the old man's eyes set on a picture frame that stood tall on his desk where the image of the familiar face of his eldest son, his wife and a baby girl smiling happily back at him, "will I ever be able to meet her? My own granddaughter.."

"Is that why you called for me?" Haseul dared to ask just when the boss started to look solemn, but though the boss was as strict as any boss can be—he was never unkind to those of which he raised as his own.

He did however, looked at Haseul displeasingly as if he's wasn't dying and this was just another day where the old man slightly questions if the girl really did grow up under his supervision.

"No, I have an order only I can give you—and I alone." and so the old man started speaking, pulling out a document from a drawer under his desk and laying it out on the surface for Haseul to read. As she read what had been written on the parchment, she felt her heart drop as she stared down at the contents—her own body practically refusing to listen her boss speak any further, vision blurring while the old man continued to tell her exactly what would be her final order from him. Haseul was numb the second she had left her boss' quarters, stiffly making her way down the hall with nothing but agony and dread washing over her as everything slowly sank in. If it wasn't for Vivi's arms that had quickly caught her once she'd rounded the corner, the short-haired woman would've broke down alone on the empty hall—but there they sat on the ground, Haseul's heartbreaking sobs echoing through the silence, Vivi's hushed whispers and protective arms wrapped around the girl, Haseul could almost feel the emptiness that was once her reality and had been completed because of the boss' compassion return.

"How long do we have until we come for her?" her eyes continued to stare down blankly at the name engraved on the tombstone, tearing her eyes away from the marble to look at the taller, dark haired woman with distinct sharp features—particularly, the slope of her jawline—that stood behind her. With her arms crossed and craned neck as she eyed Haseul with a focused gaze, the leader could only glance at the tombstone before taking a deep breath and tiredly walking past her to start leading them towards the cars.

"A year."

"A year!? What—she'll be our boss when she's barely through her junior year? What's the difference with just going right now!?" Haseul pinched the bridge of her nose as the other woman leaned over to express her dismay, making her stop on her tracks to look at the taller girl pleadingly.

"It's in the paper, Jinsol. You've all read it, please don't make me repeat the order that I've been assigned to do—if you want to press on this further, take it up with Kahei, please." Jinsol eyed the drained girl infront of her, shaking her head before reaching over to place a comforting hand on her shoulder in attempt to console the older girl.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound harsh it's just.. We're defenseless, it doesn't sit right—not having a real boss," Haseul nodded solemnly, failing to meet Jinsol's worried gaze, "it's not fair that he left you with it, even if everyone would catch a bullet for you if you commanded it. Haseul, it's.. Just not right." Jinsol tried her best to empathize with the girl, though lacking the ability of wording it out. However, Haseul felt the sincerity in her tone and just gave her a small smile in reply—already mentally preparing herself for a year of temporary boss until they're finally ready to get you.

"Everything will go as smoothly as it always has, Jinsol. We'll have our boss back before we know it."

"Yo!" you squinted your eyes at the sudden figure blocking you from the view of the sun, the familiar wide smile and crinkled eyes directed at you as she beamed—dare you'd say that though she was blocking the sun from behind her, it was as if she shined even brighter than the source itself.

"Yo.." she let out a hitch-pitched excited squeal before occupying the space next to you on the bleachers, popping open her water bottle as her eyes aimlessly scanned the open field, lingering on the blonde that ran at ease—leading everyone else behind her.

"What 'cha doing?" the girl next to you asked with a melody, leaning over to invade your personal space even further—her nose practically pressing up against your left cheek while you watched the students at the field. Maybe if you were still a freshmen and the older girl smothered you with affection like this as she usually did, you would've been all flustered and stumbling with your words. But it's been years since the school's precious Student Council Vice President—the "Sunshine Goddess" as they've repeatedly called her since she transferred—and "Just-who-even-is-that-girl?" Y/N's dating rumors had died down, the infatuation had subsided and now you were left with the most lovable and affectionate puppy that never missed a day on telling you that she loved you.

Oh what people would give to have Student Council Vice President Kim Jiwoo's love and affection.

"Skipping class." you answered monotonously, hearing a loud gasp coming from Jiwoo who quickly clasped her water bottle shut, rising from her spot to look down at you—completely horrified at your reply. She grabbed you by your hand that was subconsciously picking on the hem of your uniform's coat, making you look back up at her as the girl pouted at you.

"Yah! Ha Y/N, Take your classes more seriously! Do you have any idea what you could be missing in your class right now? What would you do if someone told you to solve calculus or you'll die!?"

"I'll ask if I can call a friend, and I'll see if my Jiwoo-unnie can solve it for me. If she can't—then I guess I'll just die. So much for having an Unnie that's a year level above mine.."

"Y/N!" Jiwoo really did look bothered by your joke, but she looked adorable even in her worried state which made you pull your hands up in surrender.

"I'm not skipping class, we have a substitute teacher for today and he asked us to finish the homework that was given yesterday—I already finished it so I asked if I could leave early and now I'm here."

"Hey! You two! What do you think you're doing up there!?" both your eyes snapped over to a flustered, slightly ragged breathing Kim Jungeun standing by the bottom of the steps, a hands on her hips with her sharp eyes squinted to look at you and Jiwoo through the sunlight. Jiwoo tugged on your hand that she'd been holding onto, shaking it as if to mimic a wave towards the Student Council President who only looked even more irritated than when she squinted her eyes at you two.

"Jungie! Y/N left class early to watch us do PE!"

"And you actually believe her!?" Jungeun shouted from her spot, her volume loud enough for a few of their classmates who were doing laps to glance at the three of you nosily. One student who glanced at you briefly made eye contact with Jiwoo, and you swear the girl was smiling the last time you saw her—but the paling of the students face made you think otherwise. Though when you looked back at Jiwoo, she was smiling warmly at you.

"I said I was sorry, Jungeun-unnie! Will you ever let that go?" you asked the older girl by the bottom of the steps, but she only raised a brow at you before shooting you a disapproving look and letting out a 'tsk', pointing at Jiwoo.

"Enabler! Back in the field, now!"

"But the teacher's not even back yet!"

"If she says twenty laps, then it's twenty! You've only done ten! Maybe if you even tried to stop yourself from being too excited talk to Y/N—you would've already doubled that!" Jungeun pointed at the field behind her, making Jiwoo groan and start mumbling under her breath as she glanced at you before making her way down the bleachers. The blonde president raised her chin as Jiwoo lowered her eyes right back at her, handing her the water bottle before reaching the field and breaking into a full sprint. You watched in awe how she had already reached a few remaining students across the field whom were all tired out of their minds, Jiwoo zoomed past them—eyes practically overflowing with irate.

"You should head home early, I heard it's going to rain heavily today." Jungeun said as she settled on Jiwoo's previous spot next to you, the girl scanning the side of your face—your eyes following Jiwoo around the field. You turned to look at Jungeun just as she popped the bottle open, taking a few mouthfuls of water before screwing it shut to place on the space between the two of you.

"I'm pretty sure that wherever you got that forecast from—is inaccurate," Jungeun reached behind her to pull the band off her ponytail, letting her blonde locks fall loosely on her shoulders as she looked at you with intrigue, "The skies answer to one person, and one person only. And that person's name is Ha Sooyoung."

"Ha Sooyoung? Sooyoung-unnie? Your older sister?" you almost felt offended when Jungeun cackled at the mention of your older sister, until you remembered that the year your sister was just about to graduate—she apparently got close enough with Jungeun and Jiwoo through her final stretch as Student Council President at the time, enough for her to ask the two girls to watch over you as she always had until you could only see each other at home with the older girl being in college.

"She never fails at that, always giving me an umbrella when it actually rains. Ever since we were kids! But today, she didn't give me an umbrella so.. Your forecast is wrong, Unnie."

"That Unnie.. Teaching you all the wrong things in life.." you snorted at the the teasing tone before looking up at the clear blue sky, to which Jungeun did the same.

"But maybe I should, actually. Sooyoung-unnie took a day off from her internship for some reason, maybe we could grab a bite to eat or spend some time together." Jungeun leaned over to bump her shoulder against yours, grinning at you when you gave her a look.

"You're going to be like this with us when we graduate too, aren't you Y/N? You're going to miss our affection~"

"What is this? Unnie! Please not you too!"

"Hey! How dare you two be cute without me!? I'm not taking no for an answer when I come over there and kiss you both!" Jiwoo, who had finally finished running her laps hurriedly ran up the bleachers at the sight of Jungeun's arms wrapped around you as she attempted to land a kiss your cheek. The three of you ended up tangled on the ground, laughing loudly just as the school bell in the background, signalling the dismissal of all classes. Jiwoo and Jungeun headed to the showers as you waited patiently by the entrance of the field, you fiddled with the strap of your backpack that hung on one of your shoulders, eyes stuck on the view of students rustling through the parking lot, watching a few cars start pulling out of the driveway and conversations pass by.

There was one group however, four girls—one of them with striking mint colored hair whom you swore was from the same year level as you, but in another class—stood in the middle of the busy lot, the shortest of the four whom you'd assume was a freshmen, oddly hanging out with a junior and two sophomores, seemed to be in a serious conversation with them. The dark haired girl with the fiercest eyes you've probably laid eyes on in your entire life furrowed her brows at the girl as the mint-haired girl looked just about ready to walk out of the conversation—but the one girl with wavy brown hair seemed to be trying to ease the tension by slowly repeating the same words that the shorter girl had, a wary smile set on her lips as her eyes moved from one girl to another.

And then her eyes landed on you.

You quickly tore your eyes away from the four, acting as if you haven't been watching them the entire time their conversation was slowly getting heated. Just as you were about ready to turn and just wait in front of the shower room, you felt a quick tug on your arm—finding the familiar blinding smile of Jiwoo directed at you as she wrapped her arms around one of your own. But when her eyes seemed to have followed where Jungeun seemed to have went, her smile slowly fell into a thin line which made you look over to Jungeun too, staring at her back as she conversed with the four girls from earlier that you had been caught looking at.

"It's finally time, huh?" Jiwoo mumbled to herself, not noticing that though she practically whispered it—you heard her loud and clear. Whatever it was that Jiwoo was talking about, your inner voice clashed against the feeling in your gut that does not want to know what the older girl meant. Your eyes scanned the four girls that crowded around Jungeun—who's composure looked as collected as ever—when your eyes caught the mint-haired girl's oddly concerned ones and the fury that seemed to radiate from the short-haired girl..

What was going on?

"Who are they?" you asked, the question coming out as a whisper which didn't easily slide by Jiwoo, who's grip slightly loosen around your arm—yet you felt the older girl rest a cheek on your shoulder, squishing them lightly as she eyed the five.

"Good kids, you'll know soon." the way Jiwoo suddenly switched moods made you turn to look at her, the girl just looked up at you from her position just when Jungeun made her way back to you. You and Jiwoo barely even got a reaction from the blonde when she started to head over to her red Tesla on the reserved parking space which was a perk when you were a Student Council President—Jiwoo's parking space as the Student Council Vice President next to hers remained just as empty as the first year she'd been appointed in the position.

Jungeun basically drove for the both of them anyways, and when you suggested to Jiwoo to just rent her spot to profit off of it she refused—stating that she already had someone in mind that could occupy the space. You thought she meant that person to be you, but when you teaser her about it—she had quickly declared that you were never getting a driver's license.

"You'll always have us to drive you around."

It was cute how she said 'us' as if she had a license herself, so you let it slide.

"What did those kids want with you?" Jungeun brought the car to life, glancing at you from the rearview mirror just as you locked your seatbelt on. She quickly followed suit, looking over to Jiwoo who seemed to still struggle with hers no matter how many times a day she had to put it on—but Jungeun wordlessly leaned over to do it herself like always, and gone were Jiwoo's knitted brows of concentration to be replaced by a big beaming smile, ready to embark on a journey of a lifetime.

"We're crashing at yours tonight." you raised a brow at Jungeun's dismissive tone, opening your mouth to ask her what she even meant but Jiwoo turned the music on to squeal loudly when “Colors” by some girl group named “Girl of the Month” boomed through the speakers. The whole ride to your house was just spent with Jiwoo belting out whatever played on the radio, and the combined silence between you and Jungeun—but hers was different, you knew that deep, contemplative look on Jungeun's face only appears every once in a while when you were all hanging out. Usually, the girl wouldn't dare mix her school life with the fun energy she had always seemed to be in whenever it was you three but..

This one felt different.

Even the way Jiwoo suddenly stopped singing when she realized how close you were to the view of your home—hell, even Jiwoo started to fidget on her seat.

"Do you think she remembers me?" Jiwoo looked down at her peach colored backpack in between her matching peach colored chucks, wiggling her feet in a jittery manner until she felt a hand rest on her knee. Jungeun shot her a knowing look, making sure Jiwoo saw her before she faced the road again, nodding firmly.

"I'm sure she does, but that's the last thing on everyone's minds right now."

"Right, yeah—of course! How weird of me." Jiwoo breathed out an awkward laugh before clearing her throat, glancing at your odd look directed towards her before she looked back intently at Jungeun. Jungeun side-eyed the girl, quickly getting flustered by how serious Jiwoo looked.

"I swear to whoever is up there that created this world, if she doesn't get down on one knee with a ring in her hand the moment we step foot in that house when you lock eyes—she's on my hit list."

"Kim Jiwoo! What are you even—"

"She's pretty, you're pretty. She's totally in love with you, you are in love with her even if you act like you're not but it's just because you're a Tsundere and we all love you for that—but I swear, Kim Jungeun I will combust—"

"Who's cars are parked outside my house?" your eyes almost popped out of their sockets at the sight of three expensive looking cars that was parked perfectly aligned just outside your garage. The second Jungeun pulls the car to a halt, you scrambled on your seat to unclasp your seat belt before grabbing your bag and pushing the door open. You could hear Jungeun calling for you in the background as you rushed to get inside your house—but not before eyeing the blue, yellow, and green cars that continued to intimidate you—you needed make sure that Sooyoung was okay. You pushed the front door open, racing over to the staircase and completely managing to miss a tall, dark haired woman by the entrance of the living room who lightly tapped on the fish tank—giggling to herself until she heard your heavy footsteps after the front door were rashly pushed open.

You were just about to walk past your room and barge into Sooyoung's when you collided against a figure that emerged from the open door of your own room, making you fall back on the ground with a thud as you stared at what seemed to be a pair of jean-clad knees. A large, yet soft looking hand was quickly outstretched in front of you, the impact had apparently managed to rattle you into silence helped you in taking the strangers hand with no hesitation for them to pull you up from the ground—eyes finally locking into yours.

"Y/N." was the only word she muttered, blinking at you as if she was nothing but a mere husk of the human she was supposed to be. The girl looked just about your age but you couldn't deny that she was way beyond just a simple girl, though the she looked almost robotic—it didn't stop her from scanning your face before eyeing you from head to toe in your shocked state, her mouth formed into an 'o' shape.

Her eyes were very pretty.

"You're very much prettier than the images Jiwoo-unnie sends us." and with that, the girl with the cat-like eyes' gaze softened as her lips pulled into a full smile. You didn't exactly know how to react at her statement, or even at the softest smile you've ever seen in your life—what is this girl even doing here?

And she just mentioned Jiwoo-unnie—what does she have to do with this?

"Kim Hyunjin! Jiwoo-unnie said the boss is—" a lower toned voice called from behind you, only to stop dead on her tracks with her eyes widened in shock.

"Here." the girl named Kim Hyunjin finished, peeking from behind you to grin at the light haired girl. You were almost certain that you had lost all your sense of comprehension, it was as if suddenly these strangers that stood in your halls that drove the expensive looking cars parked outside—looking exactly like those models in magazine covers that a child would want to grow up as, while those of the same age could only feel their innermost insecurities come crashing down on them at the sight—had completely shattered the peace that had once been in your home.

But if these were even Sooyoung's friends—would you even be shocked at the thought of a pretty girl being friends with other pretty girls?

"B-boss." the girl whom you've finally came to the conclusion that had distinctive European features bowed in greeting, you merely blinked at the sudden title that the girl had given you as an airy laugh was released behind you. Hyunjin's laugh then died down, with the girl that stayed in her position in front of you peeking as if awaiting for a signal of some sort.

"I.. No?"

"..No?" she asked in confusion at your attempt in trying to grasp the situation, her light brown hair swayed as she tilted her head at your words—to which you could only flush at before Hyunjin moved past you, grabbing her friend's shoulders with a teasing smile on her lips as she pulled her back to her height.

"She doesn't know yet," Hyunjin told the girl, an embarrassed look settling on her soft features to which she quickly waved her hands around as if to dismiss whatever that encounter was. Hyunjin giggled to then pat the girl's head, looking back at you with a knowing look on her face, "this is Jeon Heejin, my friend—my soul friend! She looks like a puppy doesn't she? I had the same thought the first time i met her—"

"Stop that!" the duo easily slipped into lighthearted bickering, to which you just stood there, watching as bewildered as ever with Hyunjin shaking her head and Heejin's small fists clenched—attempting to look even the slightest bit intimidating—only to look like an adorable child throwing a tantrum. The two quickly wrapped it up when you heard Sooyoung call you from downstairs, which then reminded you of why you rushed into the house in the first place so you slid past the two—making your way back down on the first floor with the duo following behind you, their bickering continues but now hushed as you almost had a heart attack when rounding the corner to find a tall, dark haired woman whom you'd assume was just about as old as Sooyoung, standing by the entrance of the living room.

"Did you find what you were looking for?" the woman merely spared you a glance, looking over to the two whom both nodded in confirmation. The woman looked back at you, almost in pity before she turned to enter the living room herself, not even saying a word to you.

But really, why are these girls in your house resembling every single campus crushes that every student had once seemed to fall for during their academic years?

"Unnie.. What the hell is going on?" you asked just as Sooyoung finally came into view, standing at the other end of the livingroom by one of the tall windows that she always made a point to keep the blinds drawn—but this time, she had them all shut, peeking through them as if to check the surroundings before locking eyes with you, sharp gaze quickly turning soft and her lips easing into what resembled a frown.

"Y/N—"

"Ha Y/N, please, have a seat." a woman your eyes barely passed by once you entered the room had called for your attention, she sat by one of the singular couches that had were supposed to face the television but instead, were all positioned as if in some kind of meeting room. It looked almost exactly like the position was in one of those films where there was a person of strength sitting on one end of the room, a few unoccupied chairs aligned by both sides to reach a specific chair that was meant to be for the person being questioned.

Your eyes watched Sooyoung take the seat between the sharp-eyed woman whom had a pondering look casted on her features as she started at you and the dark haired girl with the sharp jawline who now looked blank, making you break eye contact with the woman at the end of the room to acknowledge the orange-haired other woman that sat by her other side, looking almost serene as she sipped on her tea.

"Where are Kim Lip and Chuu?"

"Waiting for Gowon's team to arrive." the dark haired girl answered the now humming short-haired girl's question, watching as Hyunjin took the seat by your right, followed by Heejin sitting next to the dark haired girl on your left—eyeing everyone in the room before flashing you a small smile.

"Y/N?" the woman called for you attention yet again, an almost hesitant smile on her lips as she motioned for you to the seat in front of you, a few feet away from entirely facing her.

"Please." you swallowed sharply before settling down on the spot she hand kept insisting for you to occupy. Just before she could begin, approaching footsteps made you look up from the faces that were already present in the room, to feel the blood drain from your head down to your toes at the familiar sight of Kim Jungeun—now seated between Hyunjin and the orange-haired woman, adorning a luxurious looking velvet black suit with a blinding red pin contrasting her black tie. The pin had been intricately designed with nothing but red gemstones and a crescent-like symbol in on it's top with a golden silhouette of what resembled an owl in the middle of it.

"..Jungeun?" your friend turned to look up at you, a hint of apology in her eyes before she looked across from her to find the once blank looking member of the group—the woman with the sharp jawline—staring softly at Jungeun before she turned to look back at what you finally decided to point as..

Their Leader.

"Let's begin."

Hello~

I've decided to start my initial plan for this account on this fic. This was a series that had come to mind when I watched a rerun of Hitman Reborn and thought that yeah, mafia au's are pretty chill but the most I've read for the ones with this group was.. Are there even any? If so, I'd love to read them.

But initially, this had always been a reader included idea—almost shifted into a 2jin one (would probably write about as well when I can) but that would be a different universe compared to this one. And that plot would be fixed along with a handful of different groups but as I've said—I hope I can write it when I can.

This is only act one, probably.. made up of three acts? Twelve episodes each? When I finish the series, I'd probably make one shots of this universe—so many plans with such a short amount of time~

The plot would progress as it goes, minor ideas would make its way into major plots—nothing is of certain, who you would end up with is indefinite, the lore will be laid.. But the uncertainty that comes with this, when it will actually finish or just disappear into the drafts after five episodes or so..

I cannot guarantee even my own attachment to the plot, but it played well in my mind when I thought about it and so here I am. Though Congratulations on stumbling upon this fic, and I apologize if you ever become as immersed as I am with this.

Laters,

JJ.

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Frozen Inside

Summary: You need to remember your place.

Author's note: Chapter 9 is here! Taking a break from these two was pretty hard for me I just love them so much and love writing them in this world I created. As mentioned before this chapter includes a character that someone suggested I use to stir the Junjin pot little, if anyone can guess who this extraordinary character is I will give you a cyber cookie LOL. Just a minor heads up to the person who suggested it, I don’t sympathize with this character as much as others did but I will try to give him some depth and not completely vilify him. But thank you for the suggestion! Hope you all enjoy, writing the ending kinda broke my heart a little so any positive words would be very welcome right now.

The bus ride is far too quick, he’s already loathing the moment when his shoulder will no longer be brushing "accidentally" against hers and he has to suppress a groan when someone rings the bell and he realizes this is their stop. She'd been acting uncharacteristically adorable after his honest statement earlier, running away as soon as the bus arrived as if she'd never gazed upon herself in a reflective surface before. She was beautiful, it wasn't something that was subjective it was just a fact. But once they entered the bus she made her way to a single seater by the window obviously trying to get away from him, he'd easily tugged her away by her backpack forcing her to a double seater in the back instead.

They were sitting together, there were already straying eyes watching her every move. Some from their schools and others just strangers who didn't bother to hide their interest in her, eying her up salaciously and and piquing his desire to throw hands. They were all lucky he had an important date after school, he couldn’t afford to get trouble right now.

She'd glared at him and swung her arms latching on to a metal handle trying to stop him but he was stronger than her, with a huff he pulled her with him and made her sit in the inner seat so he could bracket her in and marginally hide her form from the predatory looks.

Her leg brushed against his before moving away, so quickly he almost thought he imagined the whole thing. But then it happened again. He glanced over discretely at the tail of his eye.

He'd never seen Sujin fidget before. Didn't know her bones were capable of such a function but he had felt her jiggling knee knock into his own and learned that even an ice princess like her got embarrassed. He swallowed the immense pride that erupted at the realization that he was the one making her act this way. Completely out of her character.

"It's our stop." She whispers staring at the floor, eyes refusing to look up.

He's tempted to ignore her and see if that will make her look at him, now that he's been the center of her attention- that hug is burned into his mind- he is greedy for more, her resistance makes him even more desperate.

But he wordlessly stands up instead sliding out of the seat and opening the back door for them, she only pauses minutely before skipping down the stairs and exiting the bus. Her short pleated skirt bounces precariously with every movement and he's temporarily distracted gazing at the smooth expanse of milky skin, why were the school skirts so short anyway? Sujin's barely reached her knee, stopping in the meat of her thigh. Maybe he should start a school petition to get longer skirts for the girls. The boys probably wouldn’t be in agreement though. Perverts.

His stomach clenches at the thought of others staring too, maybe he could at least convince her to tie the sweater around her waist instead of wearing it normally. It was worth a try at least.

"We probably shouldn't walk in together, your fangirls will go cra--"

He interrupts her, not paying at all to what she's suggesting because he has no intentions of separating from her. She's so exhausting with all this push and pull honestly. He already told her that they don't matter.

"Isn't your skirt too short?"

He keeps walking without looking over at her, realizing too late how bold his question is.

He stops when he realizes that she's no longer beside him, twisting left and right before turning around and seeing her a few paces behind. He almost sighs in relief much more familiar with this particular emotion etched on her face, annoyance and mild rage- the patented princess look™️ and he backs up looking at her with a lifted brow, silently questioning her inactivity.

"What did you say to me Han Seojun?" She admonishes staring at him like he's grown another head and she’s ready to decapitate them both, she also steps into his space tilting her angry face to glare directly into his face. She looks prepared to murder him and hide the body.

He's not stupid enough to repeat his gutsy idiotic question, he very much likes his face the way it's currently arranged. He might be stupid but he's not that stupid.

"Me? Nothing. I would never say anything, I don't deserve to speak in your presence." He flutters his eyelashes dramatically, speaking in an exaggerated cute voice and she stares blankly at first. Both of them searching the others face before the tension is snapped like a rubber band and she pushes him in the chest, he almost whines reaching out to grab her wrist before he sees the small smile on her face, its hidden instantly behind the curtain of her hair when she moves away but he sees it and he feels his chest palpitate.

He stands staring in wonder. Lost in her spell.

He's never been a gracious loser but she gives him no chance in the matter.

He stares at her back, cheeks hurting as beams at her bounding off in his sweater. It's hers now he will never be able to wear it again without remembering her in it, it's been ruined in the best possible way.

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Chorong struggles to carry all the cards he pushes at him, the female population seems to have decided that he was sick and his return results in high pitched screams of his name and a constant stream of food and gifts being shoved in his direction, despite his refusal. He's wandering the halls arm filled with the gifts when he runs into Sujin, her face brightens upon seeing him before she glances down at his arms. The pretty smile is thwarted before it can even comes to full fruition, her eyes turning cold before she stomps past him.

He smirks at her back, chuckling as Chorong stares in confusion before asking, "What's wrong with her?" He shakes his head before handing the bigger boy all the unwanted gifts, her smile was worth more than all of this anyway.

Lunch can't come soon enough and he happily swaggers into the bustling room, oblivious to the amount of hungry eyes that latch onto his form. His own eyes too busy locking on one figure and one figure alone.

The seat across from her is conveniently empty and he laughs into his sleeve when Jukyeong waves him over, smiling with conspiration at him pointing at the empty seat without an ounce of subtlety, giving him a thumbs up. He can't control his laughter when Sujin turns to the girl and to hide her damning thumb the clumsy girl pokes herself in the eye. He definitely owed her now that looked mighty painful.

Suho nods at him as he takes his seat, he returns the gesture. Watching as the usually stoic boy reaches across to comfort his girlfriend, stroking her hair and blowing gently into her teary red eye as she whines loudly.

He opens his backpack taking out the food the girl avoiding him like the plague had given him just this morning. The dumplings are perfect this time she's clearly figured out a technique now, and when he bites into them a delicious umami flavor explodes on his tongue. He groans in pleasure before stuffing another dumpling in his mouth eagerly.

"Wow those look amazing! Did your mom make them?" Su-ah calls across the table and he freezes mid-chew instinctively looking at the real culprit and her eyes are already on him, wide and then pleading. He knows what she's begging from him but he really really wants to disobey and tell everyone that she made them for him. That the same Kang Sujin, who served men roundhouse kicks and resting bitch faces for lunch had made him food and was sitting there eating a lunch he had prepared for her.

It sounds so domestic and he has to bite his tongue to stop himself from doing something she'll regret.

But she's not ready it's too evident and he's not inconsiderate nor selfish. Whatever this is, it's far too new and fragile for him to throw it to the wolves before it's on stable grounding.

"No my mom didn't make it." He answers honestly and he can feel the cold air wafting off Sujin in frigid waves and then he feels a sharp kick to his ankle, he has to grab her feet with his legs to stop her from delivering another blow. He probably shouldn't find her violent tendencies so attractive. He clearly isn't right in the head.

"Someone else made it. Someone special." He continues trying not to wince as she tries to attack him again. Immediately the table erupts into ohs and everyone starts talking at once except her best friends who look on with smirks, Su-ah playfully winking at him.

"Someone special? Who? Who made it? Do you have a girlfriend?"

Sujin spontaneously starts choking on her blueberry milk, the very one he'd packed in her lunch bag this morning the pale blue liquid spilling out the corners of her lips. He passes her a napkin immediately, their fingers brushing as she takes the paper from his grip wiping her face and looking sheepish once she realizes that all eyes are on her now.

"Are you okay?" He asks amused, looking at her with a smile barely hidden. So fucking cute.

"Yeah don't worry about me." She breezily replies struggling to escape from his tight grip under the table, unbeknownst to everyone there. But her cold statement only reminds me of their meeting in the hospital. Her words echoing in his heart, I'm going to worry about you. Who are you to tell me not to? Let me do what I want. Hearing those words made him want to stupidly put himself in more scenarios that would result in her concern, maybe he'd get another hug. Or a even a ki--

"Don't think we forgot! Who made you this food Seojun-ah?" Chorong breaks his concentration and he stares incredulously at the other boy, his words were meant to trick everyone else but his best friend should know who he was referring to; he'd been the one to deliver the food for him after all. Wasn't it clear who he liked? Who might be making him food in return?

He sighs shaking his head, glancing up at Sujin from under his fringe feeling warm all over.

It's hard to tail him without making it too obvious but she tells Jukyeong and Su-ah that she has something to do before running after Seojun at a distance. She misses the knowing look on both of their faces as they watch her conspicuously hide behind a very thin tree. He had offered to wait for her but she didn't need his fanclub seeing them leaving together, they were so possessive of the boy. It didn't matter that he never showed any interest in them they were all still convinced that he belonged to them.

She didn't see him making food for any of them so she didn't know how they reached this asinine conclusion but she'd rather stay off their radar.

"Are you practicing to be a national spy? Why didn't you come when I offered to wait for you?" They are far from the school now, miles but she still looks around nervously before speeding up finally allowing them to walk side by side. He looks over at her fondly, she looks away unable to maintain eye contact when he's acting like this. It doesn't help that she can feel her walls weakening, she was tempted to accept his offer earlier. To walk with him side by side and let everyone see, she was losing her mind.

"I didn't want to be murdered by your girls." She teases, the words fall flat because as soon as she utters them she feels sick to her stomach.

A huge hand suddenly wraps around her wrist halting her, warm even through the stick material of the gifted sweater.

She turns to look at him bewildered, even more so at the hard look on his face. Those exotically sloping eyes even thinner than usual as he pulls her closer. She gulps, hard. Looking at him as his eyes peruse her face slowly, full of dark intention her blood simmers hot under the matching gaze.

"They aren't my girls. You know that." The emphasis and bite on the word makes her uneasy, refusing to think about the implications of his words. A sheen of sweat raises on her back, and she gently tugs her arm away scoffing to tear through the thick cloud of tension that is loitering between them.

"I was just joking. You don't have to be so serious. Let's go." She awkwardly rubs at her wrist before bolting away, scared to continue this line of conversation. Something has changed between them and she has no idea how and if they can go back to the way things were.

A little voice in her head whispers, Is that really what want you?

How is she supposed to know what she wants? Up until this point that has never mattered to anyone, she was just expected to do as she was told. Speak when spoken to. Everything about this is foreign and terrifying. Knowing that he'll be there to catch her if she falls is more nerve wrecking than anything she's faced thus far.

It's better not to think about it especially with where they're going, but thinking about that makes her even more nervous. She fidgets with the sleeve of the huge sweater, tugging at the extra material that folds over her hands. She suddenly realizes that she's completely covered in Seojun, this wasn't her best idea but she can't bring herself to remove the sweater.

She's never felt so warm.

"You can wait inside, I need to get something." He suddenly pats her head ruffling her hair and she reaches up to push his hand away only to be entranced by the grin on his face, has his smile always been that illuminant or is this reserved just for her?

She nods frozen watching him walk further and further away, until he turns a corner and disappears. She takes a deep breath centering herself before, able to breathe easier now without him sucking up all the air with his magnetic energy.

It's weird being back at the hospital especially alone, she hesitates at the entrance before finally entering. She expects trouble at the front desk seeing as how she's not family but the nurses smile at her knowingly.

"You're back. Room 105. Straight down the hall."

She shifts uncomfortably but nods her head in gratitude before walking down the hall. There are a row of free seats and she eases down into one, Seojun still isn't back and she can't very well just go into the room. She's basically a stranger, right?

Luckily she brought along homework, she can put this time to good use and complete some while Seojun gets whatever he needs that so important that he abandoned her all alone.

Minutes trickle by and she gets lost in her history homework highlighting dates and names of Kings, stopping at King Cheoljong when she hears the patter of footsteps and instinctively she glances up meeting huge round bespectacled eyes.

"Unnie! What are doing here?" Gowoon rushes over grabbing her hands, she flinches at the sudden touch on her rough hands and she coughs discretely pulling away, tucking the mutilated appendages away. She smiles disarmingly to ease any offenses that movement might have caused. The younger girl smiles back easily, not commenting at all on the action. She mentally thanks her.

"I heard your mother was hospitalized, I thought it would be okay if I visited her?" She suddenly feels extremely insecure about her presence here. Why had she assumed that she was welcome here after only meeting them once? She was getting too confident and it was a dangerous way to live, it often led to heartache.

Like now, she could pretend that it didn't matter if Seojun's mother didn't want to see her but if she was rejected it would hurt, she was the first maternal figure that had ever shown her any type of authentic kindness. Jukyeong's mom was ardent about regaling how pretty she thought she was but she'd heard that growing up, from her father as he bragged about how many suitors she would have and how resourceful that would be. So the words didn't do much but remind her of that, her supposed beauty had been weaponized long ago. She hated the constant reminder, as if her looks were all she had to offer to the world.

You didn't feel that way when he said it though. You liked it.

She shakes her head clearing away such traitorous thoughts.

"Unnie, of course you're welcome. Mom will be so happy to see you. I just meant why are you out here, come on let's go greet her!"

She barely has a chance to stuff her book back into her bag before the eager girl is yanking her away. She tries to fight the hold but it's useless and with a swipe of her hand Gowoon slides open the door, tugging her into the airy hospital room.

Her heart thunders in her chest.

She wants to disappear.

"Mom we're here!" Gowoon announces happily vibrating with youthful energy. Her eyes are glued to the checkered floor as she bows silently in greeting.

"H-hello again. I don't know if you remember me but I'm--"

"Sujin sweetie! Why are you acting so formal? Come, come. How have you been? Are you eating all your meals?" The older woman bulldozes past her stilted greeting, pointing to an empty chair next to her bed. She swallows before walking over and sitting down. Gowoon ambles over too hopping onto the edge of her mother's bed, immediately launching into a retelling of her day. She listens heart heavy at being so easily invited into such an intimate moment.

"What about you Sujin? How was your day?" She jumps at the inquiry, looking up to see both women watching her avidly waiting for her reply. This feels foreign, nobody has ever asked her about her day before.

"Um...it was okay. I got a 100 on my math test. I'm eating all my meals. I...um I had a good lunch." She stutters out foolishly adding the last line, thankful that Seojun isn't here to hear the praise who knows how he would have behaved? Surely his mother and sister don’t know that he has been making her food so the comment will be harmless.

An easy smile slides across the mother's face, "Is that so? I'm glad you enjoyed your lunch dear. Great job on your test! If only these kids would come home with news like that." She pokes Gowoon in her belly, to which the other girl folds her arm and humphs sticking out her tongue.

"We can't all be Kang Sujin, beautiful and intelligent like I would get that lucky?" She blushes embarrassed at the compliment waving her arm to brush the words away.

"Hey! What are you saying? You're my sister. I have enough of both of those for both of us." A deep voice sounds from the door and she turns to look at the boy, the fragrant scent of flowers filling the room. He crosses the room in long steps depositing them in an empty vase on the windowsill. They are in a perfect position to receive all the sun's magnificent rays.

So that's where he had been.

Gowoon scoffs at him, grumbling about narcissism and big headed boys but she grows silent as Seojun walks over to her.

He hands a smaller bundle to Gowoon, unlike the white lilies in the vase this bouquet is vibrant with hues of vivid blues, purples and fuchsia , it matches the girls personality perfectly and the smile that laces across her pretty face is enough to singlehandedly sustain the flowers.

"You got me flowers too?" Gowoon asks voice full of suspicion as she accepts the flowers, dipping her nose to sniff at them. She hums excitedly clutching them closer to her chest beaming at her brother.

"I was already there. I figured why not?" He tries to downplay the kind act but she catches the slight pink on his high cheekbones.

It's such a wholesome scene. She feels as if she's intruding by simply being there, especially when she sees the serene smile on their mother’s face watching her children, her pride is palpable.

"Thanks oppa."

He shrugs rubbing his neck, "You're welcome brat."

"What about that bouquet who's that for?" Gowoon innocently asks pointing to another bouquet that was partially hidden in his bomber jacket, bringing her attention to the last bundle in his hands inside a brown bag with a small blue bow tied at the base of the stems.

The pink changes to red.

He awkwardly shuffles under all their watchful eyes, staring out the window with intense focus as if it as the secrets to life.

"Oh my god, I know!" Gowoon exclaims snickering now as she bounces gleefully on the bed. She squirms in her seat trying to think of a believable excuse to leave the room, it couldn't really be for her right? He wasn't crazy enough to give her flowers in front of his family. Right?

"You have a crush on one of the nurses don't you? Seriously oppa, they're all too old for you. You're going to make them uncomfortable, they're just doing their job." Gowoon scolds him wagging her finger and pushing her glasses up the small bridge of her button nose.

Oh.

That made sense. They were for one of the nurses, probably the pretty that had allowed them to stay so late the other night. She had once again gotten ahead of herself, stupid. She should be relieved anyway this was better, if he had another crush then this thing between them would fade away and she'd stop feeling like she was walking on eggshells around him.

"What are you babbling about now? This isn't one of her dramas. I told you I was already there they aren't a big deal. Here, take it." He glares at his sister and shocks Sujin when he turns and thrusts the delicate bouquet at her, roughly placing them in her lap when she doesn’t accept them right away before taking the second empty seat next to his mother's bed. He pointedly avoids eye contact with all of them and she stares down at the flowers in her lap with her mouth open.

They are lovely, deep blues at the base that lightens as your eyes traverse the length of the flowers, baby blue fades to a piercing white making the bouquet look like a work of art itself.

"Oh they're for unnie. Okay. Good I thought you were trying to flirt." Gowoon dismisses the flowers now, turning back to her mother and continuing her story about her day ignoring them both now. She can feel Seojun's eyes hot on her face but she's unable to look away from the flowers in her lap.

Idiot.

She watches the family easily conversing never a lull in their animated conversation and she finally excuses herself, lying about going to find a bathroom. Nobody questions why she's bringing the flowers with her gratefully, she has no plausible reason for why she can't put the flowers down. Seojun stares at her unblinking but he lets her escape without question.

She leans against the solid wall outside the room as soon as the door slides shut, closing her eyes.

In, out. In, out. She coaches herself gulping in air pushing away the light-headed sensation at the base of her skull.

"You still have these pathetic attacks?" Her blood runs cold as the voice she hasn't heard in weeks siphons all the air she had just gifted her empty lungs.

No. No, it can't be.

But once she forces her eyes open she sees that her nightmare is indeed a reality.

Her father stares at her with contempt, his lips thin as they are pulled into a familiar sneer. He's wearing his white lab coat with a stethoscope around his neck and a clipboard in his hands.

Panic rises instantly as she looks at him, breathing is now impossible.

"You're lucky this is where we met. I got your present. It was perfect for the fireplace. I humored your little tantrum but it's over now. I expect you back home, tomorrow. You have another date with the boy you stood up last time. Thankfully your face was worth something. " His tone is conversational but she can see the rage swirling under the façade, his fists are white knuckled on the clipboard. He's barely holding himself back.

She clutches the flowers tighter desperate for support. She feels like she's free falling from a tremendous height.

"What are you doing here? What business do you have here?" He stares at her and she has to get him away, he can't see Seojun they can't meet here, especially outside his mother’s room. The other boy might do something reckless and her father looks dangerous right now, this could end badly. She has to protect him.

"I came to see you. To tell you to sign the papers." She replies with courage she's not currently feeling, it wavers as her father's eye become colder and penetrating.

"I'm not signing anything, you are my property. You better come to your senses before you make me really angry." He threatens her calmly in the hallway, as nurses and doctors walk by bowing to him in respect.

"I'll leave first." She whispers attempting to sidestep around him but he grips her wrist as she passes him, stopping her escape.

He eyes the flowers in her arms and she protectively clutches them in her arms shifting them away from him.

"Don't continue to piss me off. I will make you regret it."

She's ashamed at how frightened his words make her feel, she'd thought that she was strong enough to face him but she was wrong. Stupidly so. She feels small under his gaze her wrist crushing under his powerful grip but she's too scared to even pull away, powerless to stop his abuse.

"People are watching." The method her mother has always used, he might not care about her but he cares about his appearance. His hold loosens at her words until she's free and without pause she scurries away, her feet bringing her to safety until she's outside. She's panting so hard that her body is shaking, kneeling over with the bouquet between her knees.

She sees drops landing on the floor and wonders when it started raining, only to look up and see clear blue skies not a cloud in sight.

His wife whimpered on the ground clutching her face, bright red mark on her swollen cheek. He shook his smarting hand as he tightly gripped the papers in his hand that she had handed him. She had been stupid enough to actually bring this to him, he is tempted to slap her again.

Emancipation papers.

It would have been hilarious if it hadn't enraged him so much, who did she think to defy him? To try to leave when he wasn't done using her? The very idea was preposterous and he would beat it out of her as soon as he dragged her back home. This had gone on long enough, her little rebellion. He had humored it expecting her to come crawling back once he turned off her credit cards, but that hadn't been enough.

He hadn't expected her to have any friends to turn to.

He thrusted the disgusting papers into the blazing fire that he'd lit, smiling darkly as they burnt and turned to ashes. This was how he planned on dealing with her newfound defiance, he would burn it out of her.

The disobedient fool didn't know how good she truly had it, she was lucky all he did was smack her around a little. At least she had a father that cared enough to beat her.

He'd grown up all alone, rich beyond belief but left to fend for himself in hotel after hotel. His parents were only that by title, he'd been raised by a rotating stream of nannies and butlers. Nothing he did was enough to get their attention, even starting fights or cursing at teachers. All his actions were dismissed easily with a envelope of money, teachers and students all sucking up to him and enabling his behavior.

He'd learned at a young age that anybody could be bought and wrong and right was something that only the poor had to adhere by, he was above the law, transcending morality. He could do anything and nobody would stop him. Nobody would dare.

Except his own daughter, perhaps it was karma. A punishment for all his bad deeds, he laughs humorously at the idea. He's getting old now to have thoughts like that. Regardless of what she wants he has no plans of letting her go, she's his to do with as he wishes. That had been the only reason he'd married her pathetic mother and the only reason he hadn't forced her to get an abortion once he learned the sex of the baby. She'd been a beauty despite her pitiful background and he'd hoped that a child of theirs would at least be something worth looking at.

In the end she was, his business partners following her form as she bloomed into a woman. He hadn't cared about their wandering eyes planning on selling her to the highest and most advantageous bidder, and he had found a buyer. Someone that needed him too, combined they could build a formidable partnership. He had a son Sujin's age and he had easily offered his daughter to sweeten the deal.

It was time to bring home his wayward child by any means possible. These childish games were over.

"It's good to see you son. Have you been healthy? Eating well?" Suho sits down bowing his head in greeting to his father, it feels surreal to be sitting here with him but they've come a long way. Therapy has also done wonders to rebuilding their broken relationship, they attend twice a week. Now he can look at his father without pain and guilt scratching at his skin.

"I'm well. Thank you for agreeing to see me. I have to discuss something important with you." He cuts to the chase, unsure of the outcome of this conversation but Sujin hasn't been talking to him and he knows that they need his father's help. They can't take her father down alone, they're just kids.

"It sounds serious. Are you okay?" His father asks voice thick with genuine concern, his brows furrowed.

"It's not about me. It's someone else. I can't tell you much because it's not my story but I need to ask you this, if you had to choose between supporting me or a business partner who would you choose?" His father looks taken back by the question, searching his face with confused eyes.

"Son, what are you talking about? What business partner? Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

He leans in staring directly into his father's eyes, he can now admit their resemblance as he stares at the face that looks so much like his.

"Dad, please just answer my question. If I needed your support, would you give it to me no matter what?" He questions, watching as his father stares at him in confusion and he waits patiently.

"Suho. I would choose you over anyone, I still need to prove myself if you're still asking me questions like that." He feels a tinge of guilt as his father shuffles away looking at him with a sad smile, he can't deny that. They've come far but there's still a part of him that remembers his father after his mother's passing, remembers blaming his father for years for his friends death. He's working on overcoming those scars but they are deep, beyond his flesh. Etched deep into his heart.

"One day I'm going to need your support. I need you to come without question. I need you to stand beside me." He stares at his father, seven years old again begging for his father's attention, his love.

Unlike his memories though, this time his father grabs his hand shooting him a melancholy smile, before nodding firmly.

"I'll be there. I'll stand beside you son."

Sujin is acting strange, more so than usual. Su-ah can't pinpoint what's wrong but the other girl is more shifty than usual and always staring off deep in thought, not even Seojun seems to know what's wrong with her. She had questioned the boy, he seemed as frustrated as her telling her that she'd started acting like this two days ago.

Nothing she does gets the other girl to talk, Sujin has resolutely slammed her walls firmly back in place. She watches her in the corner of her eye, sighing at the fake smile on the girl’s face it’s obvious to detect them now with all the real ones she's witnessed usually in a certain bad boy's presence.

Taehoon leans into her side, his arm wrapped protectively around her shoulder and she looks back at Seojun watching him watch the other girl. Jukyeong's occupying the space next to Sujin so the boy has no choice but to walk behind her, she can feel his longing. Wishes that Sujin would allow herself to be happy, full-heartedly. She notices how Sujin only allows herself to have Seojun in bursts, pushing him away when things become too much for her to handle. It's not fair to the other boy but she knows it's all her friend has to offer right now.

As they push open the school doors, she sees a swarm of students blocking the way. They are talking excitedly pointing and staring at something she can't see. She stands on her tiptoes trying to get a better view of what's happening, impatiently she pushes past the gossiping girls forcing her way to the front.

There's a guy she's never seen before, her eyes widen when she sees the motorcycle getting a sense of deja vu before glancing back at Seojun, staring impassively at the unknown boy. Everyone begins to look between the two boys, the resemblance is uncanny especially with this stranger showing up on a bike too. They look like doppelgangers, like when the evil twin shows up suddenly in a drama.

"Kang Sujin? Where is she?" The boy shouts to the crowd at large, looking around and she watches Seojun's eyes narrow icing over until they are glacial cold. Then Sujin steps forward looking unimpressed by this show, her resting bitch face in full swing despite the handsome stranger’s grin.

"Why are you looking for me?" She challenges, staring him down and all eyes are on them watching this unexpected meeting.

The boy whips a leg over the sleek bike, dismounting in one fluid motion. He's tall, even taller than Seojun and she can hear her school mates swooning at the mysterious boy, whispering about him being handsome and wishing they were Sujin. Fickle asses, they don't even know anything about him.

"I came to make sure you don't stand me up this time." He answers with a bite, there's a humorless grin on his face. A chill runs down her spine. She shifts closer to Sujin subconsciously, an innate desire to protect her flaring up.

Realization breaks on Sujin's face and she looks away, annoyance clear on her countenance.

"What do you want?" She finally asks looking exasperated with this very public conversation.

"I want the date you owe me. Let's go."

Her eyes narrow at his command not appreciating the way he's talking to her best friend, who is this rude entitled punk? Satisfaction rolls over her as Seojun steps up easily making his presence known as he scowls at the boy.

"Who the hell are you? She’s not going anywhere with you." He interrupts disdain dripping in every syllable as he steps in front of Sujin blocking her completely.

The boy raises a taunting brow at the move, before sneering cruelly right back.

"Who are you to ask me that? Get out of my face asshole." The other boy aggressively barks and she gasps as Seojun steps forward purposely raising his fist but before he can draw back and initiate the move, a dainty hand reaches out capturing his fist. Sujin briskly stops him lowering his hand and she watches as she doesn't release him immediately, standing side by side holding hands. They look like a team.

She's never seen anyone disarm Seojun like that before, Sujin's hand on him seems to evaporate all his rage and he is docile in the wake.

"Don't talk to him like that. You're starting to piss me off, I stood you up for a reason." Sujin steps forward and she wonders if her best friend knows how she looks, stepping in front of Seojun now seemingly defending him back.

The new boy sneers gazing down at their still joined hands, an ugly mean look on his face.

Then he steps forward swiftly and leans down roughly shoving Seojun away, much to the boy's vocal chagrin he stumbles back a few steps before he lunges at the other boy but it's too late he has already whispered something inaudible into Sujin's ear. Sujin steps in front of Seojun again blocking him before he can attack the strange boy, he stops immediately not wanting to hurt the smaller girl. He glares over Sujin’s shoulder, face enraged.

Sujin visibly deflates at the words and she hates the vindictive smile that stretches across the other boys face, she wishes she could punch it off. Who is this asshole?

Sujin seems lost in thought again, miles away even though she's right in front of them. When her face hardens she knows that the girl has reached a conclusion.

"Fine." Sujin finally steps forward, eyes wavering now as she glares defeated at the other boy. Her shoulders are lower now as if she's lost some of her fight, it breaks her heart. "I'll come with you." She weakly agrees voice barely above a whisper.

"Sujin! You don't have to go with him!" She yells leaving her boyfriend's arms and latching onto Sujin's elbow, sending a murderous glare to the asshole who's forcing her friend. She tugs Sujin back, refusing to let her go. She argues as Sujin peels her hands away, smiling sadly at her eyes shiny and hard.

"It's okay. I have to." She grasps at her best friends arm as she walks forward until she's right beside the boy's bike. The whole school is watching with bated breath, unsure of what exactly they're viewing but captivated nonetheless.

He tosses her an extra helmet without warning and it slams into Sujin's chest harshly and she bristles at the other boys callous action.

Sujin starts to put on the helmet before Seojun steps forward again, grabbing her wrist and she lowers the helmet staring up at him. They both stand frozen, eyes locked and she watches as Seojun silently pleads with Sujin, his face is loose and every emotion is written in the frown on his face. Sujin falters momentarily swaying into the tall boy their bodies dangerously close, her own eyes shining even brighter but then the strange boy revs his engine bursting their bubble and Sujin jumps backwards pulling away from Seojun.

Her heart jumps into her throat as she watches Sujin's mouth something to Seojun before turning away, helmet slid down her head roughly before climbing onto the bike. Seojun looks completely crushed when she wraps her arms around the other boys waist, straddling the huge bike.

"You should learn your place." The other boy scowls triumphantly, revving the engine once more.

"Shut up. Let's go." Sujin interrupts the showboating, staring straight ahead. Looking at Seojun she sees exactly why the other girl is avoiding looking at him, if heartbreak was a person it would be him.

Without another word, the mysterious boy knocks the kickstand up and squeezes the throttle and within seconds the bike roars to life, leaving them all behind Sujin's long hair bellowing behind her as they disappear down the road.

She looks over at Seojun, Suho and Jukyeong both look worried too. He stares after Sujin and the unknown boy fuming silently before he spins around, stomping away without a word.

Sujin, I hope you know what you're doing. This might be too much for him to handle.

She stares helplessly as Seojun stalks away, Chorong running after him but unable to keep up with his long gait. He doesn’t want to be caught, shutting them all out.

#true beauty #junjin #bring me to life #bmtl #a cameo #guess who it is #han seojun #kang sujin #it started cute but it can never stay that way with these two #oops #angst #true beauty kdrama

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The Mirror Car II

Summary: A familiar face implores Simon to confront his feelings

A/N: None

Chapter: 3/?

Word Count: 1.9k

Warning: Implied suicidal thoughts/Self hatred

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"Hey...are you okay?"

His eyes burned as he forced them open,face still warm and bright red. "What do you think?"

"Simon...I'm sorry..."

"Stop it"

The other looked to him with confusion. "Huh?"

"Stop it" Simon repeated. "Stop apologizing,its annoying"

"But I made you upset,even if I did get mad I shouldn't have taken it out on you"

"You're so patronizing,you know that?" The boy said. "Stop acting like you're better than me"

"I'm not trying to" He attempted to explain. "I'm just saying sorry"

"Then stop saying it in my voice!" His prime snapped. "I can take dealing with nulls that want to fight back but I'm not letting you mock me"

"I'm not mocking you!" The other insisted. "I can't help sounding like you or looking like you,I was just born like this"

"Then I'll make you!" He lunged towards the other,right hand ready to grab him by the hair while the left reached for the glass shard. His knuckles were first to hit the reflective surface,the boy letting out a pained hiss before shooting him a glare. "Get out of there and fight me!"

"I don't want to fight you!" The reflection shouted. "Just please talk to me! I can help fix everything,just-"

Simon swung his leg forth,kicking the cube by his side with as much force as he could muster. His foot ached from the harsh slam against the chrome but he dare not stop. He continued to swing and kick with frustrated grunts,hoping that eventually he would knock that sorrowful look off the douple-gangers face. Yet each time he pulled away all he saw was himself,arms shielding his face with a look of fear in his eyes. The sight was enough to make his blood boil.

"Stop it!" The other begged with a cracked voice,scared that the barrier could somehow break. "Just listen to me! I want to fix everything too!"

Simon froze,foot hovering over where the other's face would be. "What?"

"I want to find Grace," He said. "I want to find her so we can start over but be better"

"Why would I want to get better if I was never wrong to begin with?" Simon asked. "You're just as brainwashed as she was"

"You know you were wrong" His reflection said. "If...If you really did think you were right you wouldn't be here"

The passenger grew a sneer,hands curled into a fist. "I'm here to find Grace and take her home. She's been in that projection thing long enough to be back to normal"

"But you don't want to leave her there" His reflection began. "And I know this has been eating you up since then. I felt everything you did when it happened and I know you felt something"

He slammed his fist into the wall,looking to the other with rage. "You don't know anything!"

The other flinched,Simon leaning in closer. "You don't know what we've been through together,you don't know how much it hurt knowing she picked that null over someone she knew for ten years,YOU DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH IT HURTS KNOWING EVERYTHING WAS A LIE!"

Tears welled in the corner of his Prime's eyes,the mirror boy slowly reaching out for him. "Simon..."

His face grew red,the corners of his sneer twitching as he struggled to keep from sobbing. "We've been together for ten years...the Apex wasn't just some after school group we made. Leading it by her side...I just...I felt like I had a purpose. I actually meant something here"

"You are here for a reason" His reflection reminded him softly. "You're here to get better and heal"

"From what?" The boy questioned. "Coming here was the best thing to ever happen to me and you want me to give everything up just because some old woman said I had to?"

"Well,Grace tried to"

"And look where she is now"

There was a moment of silence,the passenger wiping the tears from his eyes. The chrome boy laid back against the barrier,listening to his sniffling. "I just thought...I thought you'd get better after hearing everything."

"Hear what? That I'm the worst,most worthless person alive and I should rot away?" The boy let out a weak chuckle. "Yeah,I really needed to hear that"

"I never said that" His reflection quickly responded. "What I'm saying is..." He took a deep breath,leaning against the barrier separating their worlds. "You messed up,but you can still fix it"

"How?" Simon asked,defeat in his tone. "I can't just go back and pretend nothing happened. What if...what if she hates me?"

"I mean..." He hesitated a moment before looking away. "I wouldn't blame her,we deserve it"

“Stop acting like you did anything '' Simon half heartedly demanded.

"But I'm a part of you and you-"

"You are NOT a part of me" He quickly said. "You're just - just a stupid,stupid null that's making me say dumb shit"

"I'm..." He hesitated,brushing aside the idea of correcting him. "But you said all of this to me,maybe you can say it to her"

"As if she'd let me," The Prime said bitterly.

"Well...maybe I can do it"

Simon raised an eyebrow,looking to him. "What?"

"You said I didn't do anything right?" He asked. "I know you're scared to say this to her,so what if I tell her for you?"

"Why would she listen to you?" He shot back. "You're just a null"

"She listened to Hazel," The other reminded him. "I know I don't mean as much as you did to anyone,but maybe she'll listen to me"

"And how are you going to talk to her huh?" Simon folded his arms,an annoyed look in his eye. "You can't even get out to fight me"

"I know how but...but we'll have to switch places. Only one of us can go,” he explained nervously.

The other held back a laugh,a twisted grin peaking through in its place. As if he'd let a null trick him into another sort of trap. Just as he thought,they could never be trusted. What a waste of time. "Wow,I can't believe I almost let you trick me"

"I'm not trying to trick you!" His reflection said in a panic. Damn it,he was so close to actually letting him acknowledge the long list of screw ups. "I'm trying to help you,I promise"

"Nice try null" His smile quickly fell,the boy pressing his hand against the chrome. "Tell anyone about anything I said and I'll kill both of us"

He began to stand,heading back towards the door. The reflection stood with terrified tears in his wide eyes. No,he could still change! He believed him,if only he'd just listen! "WAIT!"

He reached for his Prime,their palms finally touching save for the thin chrome barrier. His feet were slowly lifted off the ground,the world spinning with him as he let out a scream. Just as fast as the spinning had started it stopped,the boy left shakily standing.

The reflection nervously looked around,trying to make sense of what had just happened. The air felt different somehow,more fresh and cold on his metal skin. A sudden feeling burst in his chest,a shaky hand placing a hand over the area.

A heartbeat

His eyes grew wide at the sudden revelation. He was out,finally free. Tears welled in his eyes,falling like rain drops as he looked at his own reflection in his palms. "I...I'm real"

"HEY!"

His happiness was short lived,the boy looking below him to find the other banging on the chrome floors. He hurled profanities at him,fighting to return to the other side.

"Simon!" He immediately fell to his knees,eyes full of worry. "Are you okay?"

"YOU TRICKED ME!"

The once reflection flinched,a wince on his face. "I-I didn't mean to-"

"YOU LIAR!" The other yelled. "I SHOULDN'T HAVE TRUSTED YOU! YOU NULLS ARE ALL THE SAME! YOU'RE ALL JUST THE WORST!"

The boy's face grew warm,another brand new feeling,finally shouting. "You wouldn't be in there if you just listened!"

"I DON'T NEED TO LISTEN TO ANYONE!"

"You should've listened to Grace!"

Simon tensed,sneer frozen on his face.

"This never would've happened if you just listened!"

The other opened his mouth to find any sort of retort,words sharp as a blade to destroy the person who dared make him spill such raw emotions. No,he's a liar just like everyone else,how could he lie to himself and say he felt sorry about doing the right thing? All he'd have to do was wake Grace up and go back home and pretend nothing ever happened.

But...could he even do that now?

"What if...what if she hates me?"

He grit his teeth,body trembling as his eyes grew watery. All he could imagine was the girl he loved so much waking from her torturous nightmare and staring at him. Her usually kind eyes would hold nothing but malice,betrayal even as she looked at him with unfiltered disgust.

"I hate you" She would shout between sobs. "I'd rather die than have anything to do with you!"

Warm tears rolled down his cheeks,lowering his head so the other couldn't see the pain only his dearest friend had ever witnessed. His entire body shook,breathing heavy as he held back a sob.

"Simon..."

"Just get out," He choked. "Get out and leave me to die"

The other remained silent,anger melting back into concern. He debated on whether or not to switch back,a part of him knowing exactly where he would walk straight to first,flesh torn in the train wheels.

"I'll come back for you" He said softly. "I'll fix everything and come back,I promise"

"Go away..."

Reluctantly he sat up,feeling something sharp under his palm. He lifted his hand,finding the glass shard lovingly handed to him by the young Lucy. By the looks of it,it was probably best to keep anything sharp as far away from his Prime as possible.

He quickly tucked it in his sock,glass pressing against his ankle. With that he stood,giving the boy one last glance before opening the dark wood door.

The air was fresh,whipping his metal hair back. With a deep breath he stepped outside,fully expecting to be pulled right back in.

Nothing.

For the first time he stood with both feet out the door,entire body free from the shackles of the mirror world. He watched the world around him,the train even bigger than he could ever imagine. So many cars,so many new worlds full of life that he could only dream of seeing before.

He stepped forward,flinching once he caught sight of the spinning wheels. No - it's fine - Simon’s in the chrome car and Grace wouldn’t hurt any denizen after the brief moment of happiness she had with Hazel. It's...It's fine. Everything’s fine.

In the wheel he caught a glimpse of himself. That face...the longer he looked the more his stomach churned.

Careful hands undid the small ponytail,blond hair falling to his shoulders. He reached for the hem of his sweater,pulling the article up and over until it was off and crumpled into a hasty clump of fabric and twine. Shaky arms held the ball of old belongings over the railing,eyes shut tight. No more wheeling,not after this.

The boy let the elastic fall,band snapping as the fabric ripped under the wheels into scraps and thread. He hesitantly opened an eye,looking to his reflection once more. It was a start at least.

He turned back to the bridge,continuing the long walk onwards. What lay ahead,even he wasn’t entirely sure. What he did know was one thing,he was going to fix whatever mess was left behind by his Prime. It didn’t matter how long it would take,just so long as no one else had to suffer anymore.

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Leviathan

"Well, if that's what we have to do let's get started." Shepard says, standing and moving over towards the shuttle with Cortez.

Kaidan hits another husk, killing it, and turns to face Shepard. "Wait a minute here. Are we seriously considering-"

"First, we'll need to restore power to get that cargo door open." Steve says.

"How?" She asks, furrowing her brow.

"I guess we are." Garrus says.

"These old Ballard-class ships are equipped with exterior power sockets. They use 'em for emergency repairs. We can strip the cells from the shuttle and use those for juice. Hang on, and I'll get you started." Steve pulls out a power cell and hands it to Shepard as more Reaper forces drop from the sky.

"Go, we'll fend them off!" Kaidan shouts, opening fire. Together, he and Garrus keep the husks, marauders, and brutes off Shepard long enough for her to get the cargo bay open and hop into the mech.

"Artillery incoming!" She shouts over the comms as she unleashes rockets on the hoard. Within minutes, the monstrosities lay dead on the ground.

She guides the mech over to Cortez so he can inspect it. "All right, Commander. Let's get you out of there and I'll do a systems check."

As Steve moves around the mech with his omnitool, running scans, Kaidan heads towards Shepard. The part of him that is usually so keen to follow regulations and be a good, obedient soldier is thrown out the window by the fear growing in him. This is a crazy risk. "Shepard, I've got to say... I'm not too crazy about this plan."

The hatch opens and she's there, staring back at him. Her gray eyes are fixed on him, filled with determination. Somewhere behind them, he detects a hint of understanding. She knows what he left unsaid, the worry that he feels right now. "We've come too far to stop now. The way home is through Leviathan." she replies in her classic Commander Shepard tone.

"Okay, seals check out. Oxygen pressure is normal. Systems are a go." Cortez says, walking back towards the front of the mech. "It's as ready as I can make it."

"Let's go." she says, setting her jaw and gripping the controller tightly.

Every fiber of his being screams. This is a bad idea. We have no idea what's down there. The mech could fail, she could drown or be crushed under the pressure. If she finds Leviathan, who knows how many ways it could kill or harm her. And if, by some miracle she manages to disable the pulse and get away safely, she'll still need the mech to hold up long enough to return her safely to the surface. Damn it, he's not going to back down so easily this time. He's not going to let her charge off into danger and leave him behind like she did over Alchera. He opens his mouth, prepared to let everything flood out, to say anything to convince her to stay, but all that comes out is "But Shepard..."

"I'll be fine." she interrupts. She looks him directly in the eye. All at once she's his Commander and the love of his life. She's ordering him to stand down, to let her go, while simultaneously reassuring him that she will come back to him safely. He feels his duty to her as a soldier and his love for her as her partner. The battle inside him ends and he reluctantly nods, stepping aside.

"Closing hatch." she announces. She checks the systems and guides the mech to the water. "Commencing dive in 3, 2, 1." The mech hits the water hard, splashing and then sinking into the murky depths.

He listens as Cortez checks the comms. For a moment, everything seems fine and he finds himself relax slightly. Then, he hears Steve's voice rise in pitch. "Commander? Commander, can you hear me? Commander Shepard?"

"What's going on down there?" Garrus asks. Kaidan tries to swallow the lump rising in his throat.

"The comms are out. We can't reach her anymore." Steve replies.

Kaidan doesn't have much time to worry because more Reaper forces drop to the ship. All of his fears are pushed away as he slides into command. "Incoming! Cortez, get the power cores back in the shuttle. Garrus, take up a position near the shuttle and we'll cover him."

Fending off the Reaper forces proves to be a neverending task. Short moments of relief are interrupted by more forces landing. Steve gets the shuttle fixed and mans a pistol from just outside it. In one lull, Kaidan checks the time. She's been down there for over an hour. Kaidan swallows his fear and tells his friends "She'll be here. And when she gets back, we'll be ready to go." They nod in affirmation and load their supplies.

Defending the shuttle from the Reapers is beginning to truly be exhausting when suddenly the mech breaches the surface. His heart soars. The mech stumbles forward and the hatch opens. All hope plummets as soon as he sees her. She's ghostly pale, maybe even gray, and bleeding from her nose and eyes. She falls forward out of the shuttle and hits the ground, right by a pack of brutes. She tries to stand, but hits the ground hard again. Shit, she's defenseless! In that moment, one of the brutes stops, staring blankly for a moment before turning and attacking it's companion. Now's his chance! Kaidan runs over to Hazel and helps her to her feet. Although she's now supporting some of her weight, he's practically dragging her along to the shuttle. "Shepard's back! Cortez, talk to me!"

Steve is already in the pilot's seat, pulling the shuttle back around. "We're good to go! I don't know what the Commander did, but the pulse is offline!" Garrus covers them as Kaidan loads her onto the shuttle. As they take off, he vaguely notes that the brute is still attacking other Reaper forces.

Kaidan helps guide Hazel onto her back on the shuttle floor. Steve shouts about a Reaper incoming. Shit! It's right in their path! He tries to maneuver underneath it, but it opens it's terrible arms and charges it's beam. Before it can fire, it suddenly disables and crashes into the ocean. What the hell did she find down there?

He turns his attention back to Shepard. She's not moving or responding. Damn it, Hazel! "Shepard! Can you hear me?" She doesn't respond. He reads the data from her suit on his omnitool. It's not looking good. "She's freezing!"

She coughs suddenly and violently, jolting upwards. The coughing fit continues to wrack her body as she tries to sit up and brace herself against the seat. He watches her vitals recover some. "You okay?"

"Yeah... yeah, I'm fine. Hell of a headache." Her voice is raspy and weak. Her pulse is still somewhat erratic, but it looks like she'll be okay.

Fear and concern quickly evolves into anger at the risk she took. "Never do that again." he says firmly, rising to his feet.

She looks up at him, her eyes rimmed with red. She's exhausted and in pain, but she's here and she'll be okay. She came back to him. He relaxes, letting go of his anger and instead bathing in relief for just a moment before he asks "So, what happened down there?"

"We found it. It's real and a lot more than we ever imagined." She rises to her feet.

Cortez turns back in his seat to face her. "So, was it worth almost dying for?"

"I don't know, but we proved it can't hide anymore... that it's a part of this war, just like us. And it's going to help fight."

As they ride back, Shepard calls Dr. Ann Bryson to tell her about what she found. Kaidan knows no one will get the full story out of her until later, but even the broad explanation is amazing. When the dock back on the Normandy, she immediately locks herself in her cabin to write her full and detailed report, brushing off any requests to check in at the med-bay.

Kaidan finds himself waiting outside her door with a cup of coffee. Dr. Chakwas stands next to him, leaning against the wall with her med bag on the floor. Eventually, the door unlocks and they both go in. Hazel sits in her desk chair, still in her armour. The submission confirmation for her report is still displayed on the terminal.

"Hey, guys." She smiles weakly at them. Kaidan sets the mug on her desk and offers her an arm. She takes it and pulls herself up, then slowly peels off her armor. Chakwas guides her to sit on the couch and begins checking her over.

Eventually, she rises and closes her bag. "You're looking alright, Commander. Take this for the pain. Get yourself fed, hydrated, and warm. I'll be taking my leave now. Have a nice night." She smiles and walks to the door, stopping just next to Kaidan. "Keep an eye on her, Major Alenko." She smiles and exits the room.

Kaidan brings the mug with him and sits down next to Shepard. He hands her the coffee, which she sips as she leans against him.

"Nice to have everyone back on dry land, so to speak."

"Mm-hm." She responds.

"You scare the hell out of me with those risky stunts, Shepard, but I guess it's also part of what I love about you." He whispers.

"I'm sorry I scared you. To be honest, I scare myself sometimes, too. I've already pushed so hard, given so much of myself for the mission, for the galaxy. I lost it all once, and sometimes I wonder if some part of me wishes I had just stayed..."

Kaidan pulls back and looks down at her. She looks so small and timid sitting here, curled into herself. It's a rare moment where he might even call her vulnerable. "Stayed dead..?" He asks quietly. She nods meekly. "Hazel, having you back has been a lifeline. I missed you, more than I could ever express."

"I know, and I'm sorry. I just... I came back only to throw it all on the line again and again. And in the end, nothing I did even mattered. The Reapers still arrived, and now we're fighting an impossible war."

"And we'll win. We'll win because of everything you've done to make that possible. I believe in us, Shepard. I believe in you."

"You really think so?"

"I know so." He smiles gently and pulls her into his arms. She curls up against him and slowly relaxes. He can feel her falling asleep, so he takes the mug from her and sets it on the table. Carefully, he scoops her up into his arms. She mumbles sleepily about more work, but doesn't protest as he tucks her into bed. He kisses her forehead and turns to leave, but she grips his shirt tightly. She wants him to stay. He takes off his boots and crawls into bed next to her. She shuffles closer to him, resting her head on his chest, and quickly falls asleep.

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