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tolkienmatters · 2 months

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If enforcing gender norms requires a constant state of surveillance and censorship then they probably aren't as biological or innate as you think they are

- Gillian Branstetter

#not tolkien #nottolkien #sorry but Ive had a few harps #crazy idea let people live how they want and exist without your opinion harming them #i know this is a tolkien blog but its on tumblr so it is relevant

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laikaflash · 2 months

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im so curious, ive been dying to ask you this:

which soulcalibur ships interest you the most? for the canon ones (lol the few that we have), what about them speak to you? for the noncanon ones, where is the potential for them in your eyes?

Okay, this is probably going to be a bit of a mess, but I'll try to keep it concise. Not jinxing it at all. Going off the top of my head... (drum roll)

Canon

Kilik/Xianghua: It's not for nothing that I summed this one up as "complicated, but dammit if I'm not there for the emotional roller-coaster" in this ask from a while back. I don't want to harp on why the way it ended in the old timeline makes sense to me, but again, I'm a sucker for star-crossed lovers. 'Tis better to have loved than to have lost than to never love at all, and all that... Also, I get the feeling that some overlook the fact that Kilik was raised in a Buddhist monastery as something that plays into his decisions.

Li Long/Chie: The accidental tragicomedy of "My girlfriend's a ninja?!", as I like to call it. Li Long started off as a hotheaded assassin who bit off more than he could chew while deep in enemy territory, and would've bled to death if Chie hadn't found him by chance. I like to imagine them gradually bonding as she nurses him back to health... all while hiding the fact that she and her father are fugitive ninjas, of course. (I've thought about these two a lot because I've had a fic languishing in my drive since 2020. Also, Chie's muteness gives me an excuse to practice describing a range of nonverbal cues for just about anything.) Long story short (pun not not intended), he went through hell and back for her... And it all worked out. Since he ends up in the ranks of the Fu-Ma clan during the pre-SC5 timeskip, I like to think he was a good adoptive dad to Natsu. He probably left the demon stuff to Chie and Taki, though.

Not canon (but I can always dream)

Siegfried/Salia: The Schwarzwind side-missions in Libra of Soul were my fuel, especially with Salia keeping the group together long after Siegfried ran off. ("Because without us, he would have no one to return to...") I think her feelings toward Siegfried were only mentioned in supplementary material before, so I was particularly happy about this part of the "Feelings Shared" side-mission:

Sounds like an open secret to me! (Pardon the uneven cropping.)

To me, Siegfried and Salia have the sort of dynamic that writes itself. Close friends, erstwhile partners-in-crime, leader and tactician... What was that line in Siegfried's SC4 prologue? Something about not letting anyone touch his heart?

(T_T)

To be fair, having a child born with latent Soul Edge energy would be a reasonable worry for him. That might be part of it.

Bonus: according to this relationship chart from New Legends of Projects Soul (page 118), Siegfried's mother sees Salia as "a nice girl, too good for her own son"!

(I'm probably showing more of that section than I need to.)

And now we enter my self-indulgence zone.

I've been playing around with a (very id-driven) Mitsurugi/Taki scenario and went into crackpot mode to flesh it out. It's an AU partly because I think it would take a lot for Mitsurugi to see Taki as something more than She-who-dares-get-in-my-way... Like, oh I don't know, him jumping at the chance to do some mercenary work, even if it means getting caught up in the Fu-Ma clan's business (and Taki watching him like a hawk the entire time). A fair trade for that shard of Soul Edge he picked up long ago? This is all supposed to diverge from some point after Mitsurugi returns to Japan too late for the Battle of Sekigahara (during the pre-SC5 timeskip). For now it's a bunch of notes and scenes clogging my phone's memo app.

There's just... something about a pair of rivals growing to trust each other enough to show their vulnerable sides, I'll say that much for now. Man, that was a lot of words for what started as my brain going NOW KISS.

Sorry this took two weeks. Thanks for asking!

#asks and replies #soul calibur #soulcalibur #kilik #xianghua #li long #chie #siegfried schtauffen #salia olschmidt #heishiro mitsurugi #taki #i'm not used to describing overall vibes #it's more about how things play out #chemical reactions if you will #might be a me-thing #this post took long enough for real life crap to further delay its completion #so my brain kicked back into gear out of spite

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scribble-dribble-writes · 1 year

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hiya! ive been reading ur work and i gotta say im in love wtf it made my Obi phase worst in a good way 💀

I was wondering if you could do like i guess a cottage core ish theme where you lead Obi to a little tree you hang out in to just escape and then uhm *cough* you braid obi's hair and *cough* put lil flowers in it

IM LITERALLY BLUSHING AT THE THOUGHTABDJDJDJ

Hi! Thank you for the request and sorry for the delay

But here you go!

Put a bit of a magical spin to it haha, hope you like it 💖

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Faerie prince

You were weaving handles for your picnic basket when you caught a glimpse of a blue satin handkerchief. A gift from long ago, a promise that was forgotten but you kept in anyway, because it reminded you of a person who had disappeared too. A man who once visited this planet so rare that the inhabitants here believed him to be a creature of the woods, a magical being that the world around listened to him. His hair so golden that it was sure to have been strings of sunlight, eyes so blue like the gift he had given you, that every time you touched it, you remembered how soft his lips were.

But that was then, a chance encounter with the mystery that haunted these woods, the very same that was now your home. You had met him a few times or maybe he revealed himself to you, you weren’t sure. But there was this gentle peace that enveloped you when you were out berry picking by the old willow tree. You had read about how faeries lived in places like these, hidden to the naked eye, so when you heard the snap of twig, you turned, hoping it would be a deer or a nymph but it was him. You stayed still, watching him as he made his way towards you.

His hair long enough that it touched his soulders but it was his smile that you could never forget.

“Are those for your famous jams?”, he asked and your brows furrowed.

“The ones that grow by the tree are sweeter.”, you mumbled when a question formed in your mind.

“You know me?”, you asked to which he laughed. The sound reverbing through the forest as though he were it’s rightful ruler.

“Of course. I often buy from the market.”, he shrugged his shoulders and it only ripped away your fantasy. He was just another ordinary inhabitant whose reclusive nature turned him into a folklore.

“So you’re not a faerie prince?”, you asked again. Just to be sure. To which his expression turned quizzical.

“I don’t think so.”, he gave you a playful frown.

“Oh.”, you settled into the grass as he joined you.

There began this friendship. Where everyday you would meet under the willow tree to exchange jams, home baked cookies and books. He would sing songs on his little harp that he carried, his voice so angelic that you could not quite believe that he wasn’t a mystical being. But just as he had appeared, he vanished from your life. The willow tree sat alone and flowers never bloomed, so you stopped visiting.

But today, your batch of jam you were preparing for the moon festival needed those berries by the tree. You threw on your hood and picked up your basket. The directions to this place was a little hazy but if let to walk in your sleep, you could always find the spot with your eyes closed. The path that had been well worn was now covered with ivy. But as you emerged through the thicket, the willow tree was there. Larger than before, it’s leaves lush and thick as it drooped down. But the scene around you was different to what you had thought would have been. The flowers were in full bloom, the grass green and soft. This place had come alive. And as you stood in awe, the sound of a little girl’s laugh broke through the silence.

“Obi wan, look.”, she exclaimed.

When you turned towards the source of this squeal, you saw a girl dressed in a linen dress with her hair put up into two buns on either side of her head. But behind her stood a gentleman, whose features you can never forget. His eyes found yours and his lips parted, almost as if he was about to whisper your name. But your empty basket hit the forest floor as you ran towards him. Throwing your arms wide, enveloping him in a hug.

“You came back.”, that’s all you could say as your fingers dug into the back of his head. His hold tightened around you.

“I told you I would.”, his breath was warm in the crook of your neck and there was that peace again.

So as he helped with picking berries, he shared his reasons for leaving, he had been called back to work in the Republic and that now he had to care for his niece, Leia, while her parents were busy in the Senate. You listened to him, feeling a little silly, remembering your theories and daydreams believing he was made of magic.

He said your name and you felt a tug in your heart, as though he had said a command. Your hands half way over the opening of your basket.

“You never reveal your true name to a fairy.”, he smiled and your cheeks burned.

“Spells are very easy to cast you know.”, he traced his finger down your cheek.

"Some make you fall in love.", he whispered and it was a new high.

“You said you were human.”, you retorted, your eyes hooded.

“Did I?”, he teased, his eyes turning darker as he edged closer, his niece far away playing with the butterflies.

Your hands abandoned the task at hand as though your actions were summoned. Your palms dug into his beard and he hummed, the sound intoxicating you.

“You never said goodbye.”, you leaned in.

“I never wanted to.”, he said softly.

His eyes falling to your lips as you did the same but his niece ran towards you with wild flowers in her hand so thrilled with her find, but the moment between you had passed.

“My mother used to place these in our hair back home.”, she said and an idea flashed.

“What do you say we give your uncle a makeover?”, you took the flowers from her hand as she approved of your idea with excitement.

“What are you girls up to?”, Obiwan looked between the two of you.

So you settled on a low hanging branch of the willow tree as he sat between your knees. Your fingers working with practiced flair as you braided his hair. Then placed the wildflowers around his head like a victor’s wreath. His cornflower eyes found yours as he tilted his head up leaning into your lap.

You pat his shoulder and he gets up, Leia approved of your work.

“You look like a faerie.”, she exclaimed and you hid your smile.

“I’ve been told before.”, he remarked, which was for you.

But before you could slip away, he caught your hand so you wouldn’t escape. He encased you within his arms, as you fought a laugh.

His gaze was filled with longing, that he had missed your presence and you wanted to tell him you did too.

“Kiss her, uncle.”, Leia exclaimed and you froze.

“You told me you would kiss the willow tree pixie, if you found her.”,

“This is her, is it not?”, Leia questioned but his gaze was fixed on you.

“This is her.”, he whispered as he braced the back of your neck and in a second his lips were on yours. The warmth, the softness, all the same, your body slumped into his hold as your eyes fluttered to a close.

The legends were real, there had once been a faerie prince who ruled these woods, the very same you had fallen in love with.

#obi wan my beloved #obi wan imagine #obi wan kenobi #obi wan fanfiction #obi wan x reader #obi wan #obiwan x fluff #obiwan kenobi #ewan mcgregor

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she-wolf-of-highgarden · 4 years

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As someone that likes both Sansa and Arya, what’s your take on Ned’s parenting? I feel like Ned really needed to sit them down together after the trident and explain to them the dangers of the Lannisters as well as drawing a line for acceptable behavior. Say to Sansa: you cannot tell Arya you wish she was dead. Say to Arya: it doesn’t matter what Sansa says, you cannot beat her up. Ned never talks to Sansa after he kills Lady and his talks with Arya aren’t enough. (Sorry for sending all the asks

Oh my gosh don’t worry about it. I love asks…I’m just sometimes slow with them. Fair warning, this got...long

At his core Ned loves his children; he really does. He also doesn’t know them super well or at least isn’t super in touch with them and he is not in charge of raising them. Which is pretty on par with the Westerosi fathers we see. He’s still a heck of a lot better than Bobby B and Roose Bolton over there. There’s still some distance there. Which again considering the universe Martin has made and the social standing it makes sense.

Ned does kinda sorta address the don’t-hit-your-sister thing with Arya when he finds Needle. But, admittedly, it is kind of a joke.

“For true." He smiled. "If I took it away, no doubt I'd find a morningstar hidden under your pillow within the fortnight. Try not to stab your sister, whatever the provocation.” – Arya II, AgoT

But I think part of the reason he isn’t that worried is that even Sansa is surprised when Arya hits her.

“Arya, stop it!" Ned shouted. Jory pulled her off her sister, kicking. Sansa was pale and shaking as Ned lifted her back to her feet. "Are you hurt?" he asked, but she was staring at Arya, and she did not seem to hear.” – Eddard III, AGoT

After that the worst Arya does to her is throw a piece of orange at her and while it was unkind and Arya needed to be reprimanded for it, it wasn’t like it was unprovoked. This isn’t like the show where Arya sheep-shifted Sansa’s bed (that still annoys me) and threw fruit at her at the feast for the king for fun. When Arya does it, they are arguing about Mycah…the same subject that had Arya kicking her sister.

“Arya screwed up her face in a scowl. "Jaime Lannister murdered Jory and Heward and Wyl, and the Hound murdered Mycah. Somebody should have beheaded them."

"It's not the same," Sansa said. "The Hound is Joffrey's sworn shield. Your butcher's boy attacked the prince.” – Sansa III, AGoT

Feels like the adult sitting right there should have ended that conversation.

It doesn’t matter if Sansa is in the right not to be mad at the royal family or that she can’t. The issue is that Arya is 9 and has a thing about lying and is traumatized. Remember even though it is never brought up again, Arya is hiding in the woods for three days. A 9-year-old little girl. In the woods. In Westeros. The fact Ned didn’t turn around or send at least Arya back is honestly one of the times I wish I could shake a fiction character and demand answers. Why Arya was in the south in the first place still boggles me, but I’ll get back to that.

It takes Ned until Sansa III to actually talk to the girls together. This should have been like Eddard IV or Sansa II or something. Sansa III is a bit too late and we can see that because Sansa is just plain mean in this chapter, the girl has reached a breaking point. Arya ruins her dress. Which is bad, no argument here. The issue is that she gets an apology. She gets one in front of Ned and refuses to accept it.

“Enough, Sansa." Lord Eddard's voice was sharp with impatience.

Arya raised her eyes. "I'm sorry, Father. I was wrong and I beg my sweet sister's forgiveness."

Sansa was so startled that for a moment she was speechless. Finally she found her voice. "What about my dress?” – Sansa III, AGoT

This conversation between the girls goes on for a pretty minute in front of Ned. Instead of just standing there he could have given some Stark speech about forgiveness or something. Instead he just lets it go until he tells them that they are leaving and just kind of does his best to comfort Sansa about not being queen and dips. That’s it. He doesn’t mention that fact that Arya came up with two different ways to make it up to Sansa. What he should have done was tell Arya she had to mend the dress or clean it or whatever because she messed it up and tell Sansa that that was the way her dress is getting fixed. You don’t let it just go on like that. They are 11 and 9, they don’t know when enough is enough it why some voice of reason is needed.

Part of the issue is, as mentioned above, Westerosi highborns parents aren’t how we think of parents. They are pretty hands off. Martin doesn’t even let us see Arya and Cat together. Ned bit off more than he could chew. To be honest, I’m still unsure why he brought Arya along. He never really tells us and even Cat just chalks it up to her needing refinement.

“You must," he said. "Sansa must wed Joffrey, that is clear now, we must give them no grounds to suspect our devotion. And it is past time that Arya learned the ways of a southron court. In a few years she will be of an age to marry too.” - Cat II, AGoT

I guess the plan was to marry Arya off to a Southern lord? He didn’t need her to go to keep Sansa company, Jeyne was already going. It was just a bad plan. And then you add the incident at the Trident (aka Joff “kitten killer” Baratheon is left unsupervised and adults suck at the Trident) and the depression and trauma that both girls face and it gets worse.

At least he gets Arya Syrio. What does Sansa get? She wanted high harp lessons, find a harpist or whatever. If you can find the first sword of Bravos just wandering around you can find someone who plays the harp. It would have given Sansa an outlet that she needed as well as maybe putting a balance in her life. A different perspective or something.

Ned should have talked to both girls about going to KL. He should have had joint and separate conversations. Contrary to fandom belief 11 and 9 are different ages. Sansa can take a little bit more information because she is older. Why he doesn’t give it to her is a different question. I think he relies on the Septa to do it. If Arya hadn’t spiraled and had a weapon, I dont think he’d have a big sit-down with her. The issue with letting the septa take charge instead is that the septa doesn’t really get the political intrigue either because that just isnt her job.

I think Ned is a man who loves his children and got way in over his head. In different universe where the incident at the Trident doesn’t happen and the court is a bit more stable (IDK Baelish gets lost at sea or something), then i think it might be kinda okay. There would still be problems, but they might seem less severe.

#Arya Stark #Sansa Stark #Ned Stark #They need super nanny #they really do #valyrianscrolls #ASoIaF #Ned tries #He really does #i still love ya ned

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herd-of-creatures · 3 years

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🐯🗣🌀✨🌈💚

Thank you sm annon for the ask! warning this is a lot of reading, I can't help myself sorry-

🐯: Do you wish you were your kintype? Why or why not?

A: Yes I very much do, speaking of werewolves. It would be fairly easy to hide it from people i didnt want knowing, and id be able to half shift (bringing out some wolf features but not all), better hearing, wouldnt have to workout as much, better instincts, actually able to protect my loved ones, I could go on more. And for me, the full moon doesnt have a huge effect on me so that wouldnt be an issue. Overall I see no downsides and i very much wish I wasnt a human body

🗣: Does anyone know you are otherkin? Friends, family, etc? If so, how did you tell them?

A: Only one friend knows, whos also otherkin, and thus why I felt safe about asking about the community through them and letting them know this was something I was thinking about for myself. I just texted him.

💫: Do you have shift triggers, or do they happen randomly?

A: i have had shifts triggered before, but my most extreme ones I cant remember a reason why they happened. From the few ive had they are triggered by being in the woods with loved ones (i become extra attentive to make sure they are not hurt), playfully biting people, seeing raw meat, eating ribs, and harps and bagpipes playing. This isnt always consistent, sometimes im more human and the triggers dont do much, but they tend to elicite some level of shifting for me.

✨: What are some things that validate you?

A: Saying I look intimidating, compliments on my strength or agility, saying I "wolfed down food", being compared to animals/wolves, and anyone who accepts or welcomes my wolf-like behaviors

🌈: Talk about any other kin thing!

A: My kintype has effected my gender ever since I found out I was trans, and I never knew it up until I recently started getting into the kin community.

💚: What’s your favorite thing about your kintype? (The species, creature, etc)

A: I love how werewolves are a balance of love and war. We are so much more than the movies would have us be, we have evolved so much and our kind is a more powerful balance of animal and human, wild and tame, than anyone could ever know. We are to be respected, and if treated fairly with kindness, will show more loyalty and care than you could ever imagine.

#asks #send me asks #ask response

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highgaarden · 4 years

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you’ve got me on my back: ‘rival musicians au tbh’-verse

I found this deep in the recesses of my WIP folder, and decided to release it as it is. Part of the “all those friendly people” verse.

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you’ve got me on my back and i’ve gotta think fast;

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He hates this fucking place. The bass was too loud, the pitch all wrong; his eardrums were snarling to leave. He hates this place and everyone haunting it, shoulders his way into the crowd and winces as light pierces into his gaze in strobing red-yellow-blue.

Something in his pocket vibrates. His attention is displaced with a single momentary step, when his foot hits the ground he is back. He taps ‘answer’ as soon as his fingers find the flat slab of a phone, and he hopes he doesn’t sound breathless when he says, “Hello, love.”

“Yow. That’s—really loud,” he barely hears through the thrumming music. More bodies walk into him like a violent surf, and he bares his teeth in a suppressed snarl. He was going to skin Kol.

“I’ll call you back,” he shouts into the mouthpiece. “I’m about to get away with murder.”

“Kl—?”

He apologizes as loud as he can before he kills the line. He knows she will be upset at him, it’s around quarter to twelve after all. Her declared favourite time of the entire March.

With that thought he finds himself missing her very terribly.

Fuck Kol.

Forcing himself through the gyrating, gesticulating, gerridae of the club he finally makes his way to the dj stand. He studies the mess of wiring for only a second before seizing the entire thing in his arms and yanking as hard as could.

It doesn’t quite rip out of the socket of the wall like he’d imagined, but it does make the music and some of the pyrotechnics splutter and die. Perfect for him to gather air in his lungs and bellow, “KOOOOLLLL.”

As if on cue, the spotlights swing to a corner of the room, where a startled looking Kol is about to slide his precious songbook across the table into a sour-looking Damon Salvatore.

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ii.

“They were terrible, Nick,” Kol presses for the sixth time. “Really terrible! I was doing you a favour; Salvatore would’ve just made off with them thinking he’d sprung himself a hit—alas, no such luck, because your songs were terribl—why do you have a knife, Nik?”

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iii.

“Maybe if you agreed to a camera interview they wouldn’t take so much of what you say out of context,” Caroline says, but there’s a light teasing in her voice. Not for the first time, he wishes she were lying next to him.

“They keep…” he clears his throat and slides his gaze away from the screen, “asking about you. It’s much easier to hang up as opposed to physically removing myself from a press room.”

Caroline hums lowly as she mulls this over. Klaus, done with his work, crumples it up before scooping his phone into his palms, bringing it to bed with him.

“Wash your hands, Klaus,” she says when she sees him settled against his pillows. He smiles. “I bet you have ink all over them.”

He inspects the black splotch on his thumb. “Seems you’re right, sweetheart.”

“Getting predictable, Mikaelson.” But Caroline smiles back. She looks tired, she’s washing off the last of her stage makeup; she’d called him as soon as she’d stumbled into her hotel room most likely, the sanctity of her dressing room would’ve been too stuffed a room to warrant their one and only luxury of phone-call of the night. He can see Rebekah rolling her eyes in the background before slamming out of the room.

“Has she been pleasant?” he asks.

“Not in the slightest,” Caroline responds with a minute eyeroll. “But that’s your sister we know and love.”

“Soon to be your sister, too,” he reminds her. Reproachful? Who, him? He keeps his gaze clean of emotion nevertheless.

“I haven’t said yes yet, Klaus,” Caroline mumbles.

“I’m really enjoying your use of yet here,” he grins suggestively. “I’ve still got some fight in me.”

She laughs softly, but he can tell she’s exhausted. She’s snuggled down into her own bed as well, the light from the Skype call illuminating her face. She looks viciously bright against the darkness of her room. He used to massage her feet on nights like this, when she was just a short jet away.

“Good night.” And because he can’t help himself, he adds a murmured, “I love you.”

“I love you t…” She only manages the half-syllable of the word before she drifts off into sleep. Her fingers hide half her face from him, the way she’s lying on her side. But he has the full view of her tumbling, trailing curls.

It takes him some time to end the call.

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iv.

In April, Caroline declares her favourite time of the day to be 1.20AM. It’s getting later, and she’s calculated the exact time she would still be awake enough to call him, and he would finally be free of Finn’s mournful requests, which involved a lot of shoving-in-his-face of Louder Than Bells’ tour success rates.

Unfortunately, it’s just fresh of him hanging up on her the night before. She’s critical of him when he Facetimes her, her head hanging almost upside down the side of her bed. There’s a bump on her forehead. He’d read the Google Alerts: One of the dancers had missed his footing and had stumbled into her, causing her to fall offstage. She’s in an awful mood.

“First of all, I’m very sorry,” he apologizes, sincerely meaning it.

“Okay,” she huffs.

His eyebrows shoot up.

She scuffs him a look. “Let’s not harp on it?”

He pulls his lips down, swallows his grin. “At least I’ve got a reason for hanging up so abruptly. Kol was about to sell my songs to Damon Salvatore.”

“Were they bad?”

Klaus scowls. “Why not ask were they good?”

“Because you’ve been a little bit too in love with me lately, and we all know what it does to your creative process.”

“True that,” he says sorrowfully. “I do so get distracted with my head between your legs.”

It’s almost instantaneous. Caroline blows air slowly between her teeth. “We just did this a few nights ago.”

“So?” he cocks a brow. “Tell me you don’t delight in it.”

“Well, I’d be lying, and that’s bad vibes for this tour,” Caroline admits begrudgingly, but still tips her head, hair falling off her shoulder onto her back. Her neck is bared, and Klaus licks his lips.

#klaroline #klaus x caroline #klaroline fanfiction #RIVAL MUSICIANS AU TBH #!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#FEELS SO GOOD TO BRING BACK THIS TAG

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slitherbop · 4 years

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Are you ever going to redo hot dagn? I really want to read the webcomic, and can you at least give an estimate to when you’ll maybe try updating it? Owowowowowowowo

im glad you care a lot about my doog comic that youd want her back!! but bruh you must know that i stopped trying to force myself to work on it cuz of the pressure of having to make the story, here, ill tell you my dark lore...

*harp noise of a flashback happens* 2018 was big depression slither, it was affecting the way i was writing the story, it was SUCH A HOPELESS FEELING PLOT, and i would choose working on it over hanging out with friends or letting myself work on other things, my friend told me i was like ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES SLITHER A DULL BOY and thats forever ringing in my head (though also depresion me is just isolate-ive in general BUT YEA) a personal project shouldnt be the kind of thing you feel like you Have to make, especially when the reason is for is cuz there was an audience who liked it and expecting you to have planned the whole story. it was motivating at first but then it felt like I Must do this.. something that others and myself would never let me forget

that was my mentality for the longest time... ive let myself Not think about dagn and dont force myself to do anything meant to be made for my own joy, like letting myself wander to whatever it is i felt like creating.. which means NO i havent been trying to update it.. ill be honest we’ll never see hot dagn in its original form again and id rather the old webcomic pages be lost forever

HOWEVER, without the affection of outside forces, i do think about hot dagn sometimes, in the vague abstracted way ive talked about in the tags of the more recent dagn arts.. where everything feels weird but hot is still herself but looks different and the characters are there but different, and it really does feel simple at first but becomes dark and colourful and like a fever dream. ive drawn new art of my ideas few days ago actually and youll see that in maybe a week from now, its more funner for me to draw than how it used to be, ya know thIS BOY LIKES TO DRAW WONKY AS FUNK

YWEAH also the story......is different, i want it to be more hopeful than what i had planned, cuz having a story that puts characters thru pain that has no meaning sucks, during the run of the webcomic we never got to gut punching nonsense that my edgy teen self came up with, i like silly dagn and i love genuine doog, i still like scary stuff happening tho, thats where the weird existential feeling stuff stays. idk if people would like it but man i just want to make things for my own enjoyment this paragraphs getting big,

SORRY FOR THE BIG DUMP OF TEXT, sometimes thinking about the pressure of webcomics makes me wild, this is a very kind message you sent to me with a good heart and it does mean a lot that you liked my comic, so its just me going off here like a fool!!!!!!

#LONG POST #LONG TEXT POST #this must look weird to the people who dont know what hot dagn is #it was a webcomic i made in 2013-2017 that had 200+ pages and a whole lot of nonsense #i used to be webcomics man with 434835 webcomics #but now im slither man #doing whatever the hell slither does!#Anonymous

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rebelliouslala · 4 years

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Helios

The hot summer sun is practically burning your back

and your travel from your small village to Athens just started

sure you didn’t rly get out often but goddamn this hill was HUGE

you were sUPER anxious to sell your load of fruit

you needed more fabric so you can become a weaver

because it’s ancient greece

yeah

today wasn’t the greatest day to go out since it was pretty sunny

and there were no clouds to help the sun not bake you

you still walk up towards a hill, pulling rly rly rly rly heavy bags of fruit

your brows were getting all sweaty

by the time you’re nearing the peak you look up at the sun to check the time

Problem was there was no sun

you’re kinda like, “? uhm, is the sun god Helios on a break?”

“Damn—”

There’s a loud metal clunk and a scream from the top of the hill

You stop on your path, looking near the peak of the hill, wondering what the fuck THAT was

u see this weird and large, bright yellow glow, and you gasp softly

“Hello? Sanha if you’re over there I’m going to kill you!” the voice is loud, making you stumble back

but you fall back, squealing softly once you realize your balance is uneven due to the fruit

“Hello?” someone says, hearing your fall

“Uh, yes?” You respond quietly

There’s a gasp, and the bright light dims

You look over at a handsome man

He smiles in relief it’s almost as bright as the light from earlier

wiping his brow he happily runs down from the top

his hair is messy and it bounces with each step

his skin is gorgeous

like what the hell you had okay skin but he was a really nice tan that you just adore

aphrodite must’ve blessed him

“Hello mortal! Or- er, sorry I don’t see mortals often.”

You gasp softly, and get on your knees, cursing yourself for being in awe

with

GOD

“F-Forgive me oh mystical one! Hello! It is an honor to meet you.”

u didn’t know wtf else to say

His touch is warm as he help you up, a frown on his face, “I don’t mind. And please don’t have to do that either.”

you look over, “Is that your chariot?”

“Yeah, my bastard cousin, or whatever, he starved my horses! MY horses! My precious Tony and Stark are so hungry they can’t fly.”

you push your bag of fruit in front of you, like an offering to the worried god “I don’t know what, uh, winged horse eat, but will this suffice?”

His face lights up, like the sun, and he takes it, “Oh my GODS yes it is you’re a literal life saver,”

he runs back with a squeal, and the glow becomes brighter, you shield your eyes instinctively until you feel an hand touch your arm

“I cannot thank you enough. if I didn’t get them anything the day would be VERY long, and i’m so tired,” he pouts

oh my god ur heart almost combusted he looks so babie

“of course, uh,” you finally feel a little regret since he just took a whole bag from you, so now you would get less fabric

“Say, where are you going?” he asks, grabbing your bag and holding it, and you can see his arms bulging oh-

“uh, am i scaring you or-?”

you snap back into reality and gulp, “Oh, well, I was going to Athens,” you point, kinda in the west

honestly all you know is to follow the path

“that’ll take two days!” the man cries, and he tsks, dragging you with the other arm “I’LL take you, besides I owe you one,”

you sigh in relief because you were probably like half a day journey’s in and you wanted to die

“thank you so much, sun god,”

“call me Myung Jun, or MJ!” he smiles wide, flashing his pretty teeth

you have to look away because sweetie you turned redder than the goddamn sea

see what i did there okay sorry

you look at a huge chariot, in front are two pure white pegasus -pegasi? ack- and you pull away to pet them

after all who meets winged horses everyday

“that’s Stark, the one next to him is Tony,”

“What odd names,” you mumble, before Stark bows her head to you

you smile wide as Tony nudges you with his head

you giggle and you look at the fruit they haven’t really finished, so you offer an apple

Tony takes a huge bite, making you laugh louder, and talk to him

now it’s the sun god’s turn to blush

he has definitely met mortal women before, but you make him all >~<

usually mortals want to get laid with him

But you were here being soft with his horses and that was just so adorable

“So, uh, we better get on,” MJ kinda mumbles, and you get on

“You might wanna cover your eyes”

“Why?”

“We gods are very powerful, and mortals that witness it can often go mad, that or we just obliterate them”

god. damn. you obey, since you at least have some sort of will to live

especially with this flaming hunk beside you

you feel some sort of warmth rush down your body like chills

you fall back when the chariot takes off

“okay, open your eyes, are you okay?!” he helps you up, and look at him

now you can see he truly was a god, on his head is a yellow crown, and he just looks so flawless you wanna kiss him

aphrodite was definitely messing with you what the hell

you look at his face instead as you try to control yourself

because bro he’s a god why would he like you???

so you nod, and he helps you sit on your bag, holding the reigns to the chariot

you and he are already WAY back up in the air, and the wind is cool and pretty friendly overall, despite the high height

“So, why Athens?” he ties to the reigns to the side of his gold chariot, sitting in front of you and taking your fruit

You gesture to the bag, standing up, “That, I uh, I need fabric to start to weave”

“you don’t have sheep? Gaia made all of that for you!” he pouts

you giggle from his pout, shaking your head, pointing to where your village was

“we’re too poor to afford that, so i grow the fruit,”

MJ stands up and widens his eyes, “What? I just ate and used your fruit for my horses! this won’t be enough!”

you try and explain to him it’s fine

like he’s a god why is he worried about you???

bug he shakes his head

“no, listen, uh,” he leans over his chariot, to like the back of it where he keeps his harp

problem is

he’s leaning over YOU

you kinda knew it was weird but you took a breath in

he smells sweet, you couldn’t put your finger on it, but it’s the sweetest smell ever

you could kind of assume ambrosia

but he pulls away before you can come to a conclusion, leaving you all pink

he pulls out a long and wide, glittering fabric

“i’ve had this for so long, usually we save this stuff for like heroes, but uh,” he hands it to you, and you can see it’s sme sort of gold colored silk

your mind rushes to all sorts of ideas to weave on it as he smiles, “if you cut a piece of it off, it regrows itself to be the same exact size as it’s first piece, it’s endless”

you dont even realize you’ve teared up when you embrace him, “I-I don’t even know what to say, this is the best gift Ive ever recieved!”

MJ turns RED and he hugs you too, nodding, “you deserve it,” he mumbles

you and he sort of just lay in each other’s arms for the rest of the day

the sun god makes you laugh so hard your stomach hurts

he even teases you when you snort, leaving you to never stop laughing

however, because of his speedy chariot, you’ve arrived to Athens already

by this time there’s only a few hours until MJ has to set his chariot off at his palace

he lands on a hill, and he helps you off

he secretly puts a charm on the bag so it’s not heavy for you to carry

“Myung Jun,” you say, and you smile wide when he turns pink as the dawn

literally his little sister, Eos is like a few hours away you can see her

“Thank you, for everything, I’ve never had any fun like this, and, I thank you for your gifts,”

MJ holds your hand, and his heart lurches to his throat

before you can pull away, MJ holds you close for another warm embrace

You both hold each other for felt like ages, which is just what you needed as a goodbye

you smelling his ambrosia scent, and him taking in the feeling of just

you

“Hey,” he mumbles

“Yes?” you say into his chest, before looking up

“maybe, I can pick you up from that hill we met, I’m thinking the day after tomorrow? when you come back from athens?’

MJ rubs the back of his neck and says quietly, “I would love to show you my palace,”

you smile, lean up to kiss his pretty sun kissed cheek as you mumble back, “I would love that,”

#mj #mj astro #astro #astro fluff #myung jun #astro fanfic #astroimagine #kpopimagines #fanfiction #kpop fan fiction #fluff #astro mj

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detroitbydark · 4 years

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can we get a fluff/angst haz blurb? where you've haven't been feeling too good these past few days blowing it off thinking it's just another cold until one day your really sick that you pass out from the pain because its your appendix and haz has to rush you to the hospital? please? 💕

Blurb: Harrison/Reader- ruptured appendix

Warnings- Mentions of medical procedures (no Mentions of blood/gore)

A/N: not particularly angsty but it is what it is :)

The sound of beeping started out as a far away annoyance. A mosquito you hoped to swat away and hush, easily ignored at first but more persistent as it continued. You grumbled as you fought to open your heavy eyes. The beeping grew louder.

“Y/N... shh...” You could hear your boyfriend's soft voice and feel his hand on top of yours. You tried to swat it away, grumbling more. It earned you and exasperated sigh. “Stubborn div.” he muttered as you finally turned to him and opened your eyes. Harrison looked exhausted but seemed to perk up at the sight of you awake and you...

You weren't in your bed.

You weren't in your flat.

It looked like...

The beeping sped up as your heart rate increased, your drowsy head swinging around, taking in the monitors and the lines in your arms. Suddenly, you could feel the twin prongs of the oxygen tubing in your nose. You were in a hospital bed. But how?

“Angel, shh, it's ok. You’re ok. Breath with me.” Harrison is sitting on the side of your bed, his hands cradle yours as his thumbs stroke your wrists, ever vigilant for the IV flowing into your right hand. He's seen you have a panic attack, has talked you through more than one. You try to focus on his soft blue eyes and full pink lips, watching him breath in through his nose and out through his mouth. You mirror him until you feel the overwhelming panic begin to subside.

“Baby?” You don't know if you've ever felt so scared. The last thing you remember you had a tummy ache that just wouldn't quite and Harrison had been fussing at you to go see the doctor. “Why am I here?” Your voice shakes as you ask.

Harrison watches your wide eyes. You'd had a fever for two days, and belly ache for three. He's harped on you over and over to go see the doctor, that something wasn't right. You could be such a stubborn ass sometimes and you were awful at taking care of yourself. You were so busy with work and organizing the holiday the pair of you were supposed to go on that you'd neglected yourself and now here you were. He hated hospitals and it made his skin crawl to see you looking so helpless and knowing he couldn't do anything about it. All he wanted to do was bundle you close and take all the fear and pain away.

“Your appendix ruptured, love.” He explained watching the look of shock cross you face, “If we'd come yesterday they could have taken it out with a few tiny holes but...”

You push away his hands and tear at the scratchy hospital blanket. Harrison sits back and lets you pull your gown up with only a gentle sound to warn you to be careful. A long white bandage is secured across the middle of you belly.

“They had to wash everything out. You have a touch of peritonitis.” he explains to you exactly what the nurses had told him. “God, Angel, I was so mad at you.” he says softly, moving your hands away from the edges of the dressing and fixing your gown and blankets. “and than after you passed out and we got to the emergency room they started throwing around 'next of kin" and “emergency” and...”

You felt awful. Harrison's eyes are locked on a spot on the wall, steadfast in avoiding your gaze. The throbbing pain you were feeling was nothing compared to the way your heart hurt for scaring your sweet Haz so bad.

Harrison feels your fingers weave between his. You squeeze him gently and he turns his eyes back to look at you.

“I’m so sorry baby.” you say softly, “I'm so sorry...” you feel tears prickle at the corner on your eyes and than Harrison is hushing you again. His free hand has moved to cup your cheek and you lean into the warmth. His thumb smooths along your jaw.

“Shut up, Y/N” his exhausted smile is gentle and reassuring and his voice is soft and low. “I have plenty of time to be mad at you later. I'm just grateful your ok right now.”

#harrison osterfield #haz osterfield #haz osterfield fic #harrison osterfield fic #blurb #fluff #anon ask

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mystrangerfics · 5 years

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“Don’t look away from me.” with angsty Billy please my bb

“Don’t Look Away From Me!” - Billy Hargrove

(Sooo, this took a really odd turn! Sorry! Hope you like it, bb!)

Warning: Swearing, Abuse, Violence.

Pairings: Billy Hargrove x Reader / Steve Harrington x Reader

Word Count: 3440

You kept your arms crossed as you stomped angrily through the crowd of people that filled Tommy H’s house. You had come to the party to surprise your boyfriend, Billy Hargrove. Your prior plans with your parents had fallen through so you had shown up to get drunk and have a fun evening with Billy. Much to your surprise or more sadly, to your lack of surprise, you had found him out back by the pool with a blonde girl from school wrapped around him, their mouths locked together. Your anger had taken over and you had shoved them both back into the pool. You had only stood there long enough for Billy to angrily come up out of the water, looking for who had dared to disturb him. When he saw you standing above him his anger diminished a little and he realized he had messed up.

“Hey! Hey! (Y/N), wait!” Tommy tried as he quickly followed you and tried to grab your arm. You shoved him away from you as you walked out the door, slamming it.

You heard it open behind you quickly and the telltale sign of water dripping on the cement porch. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?!” Billy hollered as he stomped up behind you.

“Home! I leave you alone for a whole fucking evening and you’re off fucking something else!” You hollered back, not looking at him. “We are so fucking done!” You ripped open your car door to leave but Billy kicked it shut. You turned, looking at him with a glare. “What, Billy?!”

“You’re not even going to let me explain myself?!” Billy snapped, standing in front of you with his broad shoulders squared up.

You snorted before scoffing and shaking your head, rolling your eyes towards the sky. “Sure, Billy! Please explain to me what I saw! I’m sure I really misunderstood!”

“If you would shut your mouth for five minutes I’d tell you!” Billy harped and you just looked at him, crossing your arms. He didn’t speak for a moment and you moved your arms towards him, signifying that you were waiting.

“She just grabbed me right as you came out! It wasn’t what it looked like! You think I would really mess around with that, skank?!” Billy asked, looking at you like he was appalled you would think that.

“That must be why you were trying to push her away by grabbing her ass in your hands,” you said with a flat tone and an unamused face.

“Okay, fine! Yes, I made out with her but that didn’t mean anything,” he argued and screwed up his face. “I was just bored!”

You shook your head at Billy for what felt like the millionth time. “You know, I’m not even surprised,” you admitted to him. “I just can’t believe that you think I’m dumb enough to buy a word that you say!”

“Well if you’re not surprised then why are you being such a bitch?!” Billy asked, motioning to you like you were being ridiculous.

“This is just…you’re so…,” you couldn’t even say anything, your mind racing. You held your head in your hands and shook it.

“Just come back inside,” Billy said, trying to grab your arm but you pulled it away.

“I should have known not to fucking bother with you. You’re so fucking predictable,” you finally mumbled, hugging yourself.

“What did you fucking say?!” Billy asked and you kept your head down with a sigh. “Don’t look away from me!” You remained quiet and couldn’t bring your eyes to Billy’s level. “What the fuck did I say?!” Billy snapped and you felt him push you into your car and he gripped your jaw, holding your face up to his.

“Let me go!” You hollered as he painfully held your jaw.

“What the fuck did you say?!” Billy hollered and glared.

“Get off me!” You hollered before you shoved Billy back but his grip didn’t let up. You shoved him again and felt his grip tighten, bruising your skin. His hand grabbed into your hair, fisting and pulling before you started hitting him repeatedly, trying to get him off. You heard him growl and he shoved you into your vehicle, knocking the air from your lungs and you fell to your knees.

“Billy! Hey, get off her!” You looked up to see Tommy shoving Billy away from you. “Fucking quit it, man! That’s enough!”

“Come here, babe,” you heard as Carol’s arms wrapped around you and helped you sit up. She held you against her as Billy shoved Tommy back and punched him. “Billy, don’t!” Carol hollered and you gripped around her waist and realized you were crying.

Billy got on top of Tommy and started punching him but after a moment another person ran full force at Billy and tackled him. The fight kept up and you saw Steve Harrington had been the one to join the fight. Steve managed to get a few good punches in and when they broke apart Tommy was back on his feet. Steve and Tommy stood in front of you and Carol, blocking you both from Billy.

“Come on, (Y/N),” Carol whispered to you and stood, slowly helping you to your feet. “Can you walk?” She knew your legs were okay but you were noticeably shaking. You nodded before getting up with her and she helped you towards the porch of Tommy’s house.

“I’m not done talking to her!” Billy harped and you flinched, scared he would somehow get his hands on you again.

“Yeah, you are!” Tommy snapped and pushed Billy back.

“Fucking beat it, Hargrove,” Steve added, stepping up beside Tommy.

Billy looked like he was going to continue to fight for a moment before he scoffed and walked off for his car. “Fuck you both anyways,” he mumbled as he lit a cigarette.

Steve and Tommy watched him for a few moments until he gunned it in his car, swerving dangerously towards Steve and Tommy. Tommy kicked at the car as it went by before looking to Steve with his hands on his hips. They looked over each other for a moment before Tommy stuck his hand out to Steve. There was a moment of hesitation before Steve took his hand and shook it.

“Thanks for helping me, man,” Tommy said after a moment.

“Anytime,” Steve said before he followed Tommy over to you and Carol.

“Let me get you some ice,” Tommy said as he went inside.

“I’m gonna check on him,” Carol whispered to you before she got up to make sure Tommy was okay.

Steve slowly sat himself down beside you and looked at you with a frown. You wiped at your face before sighing a little and looking to Steve. “Thank you,” was all you could think to say before you broke down, crying again.

Steve hesitated for a moment before he slowly wrapped an arm around you and you rested your head on his shoulder. “Shh,” he whispered and pet your hair as he held you to him.

Tommy came out a few minutes later with a towel wrapped up with ice in it. You slowly sat up and took the ice pack, placing it on your tender jaw. “Thank you, Tommy,” you said quietly before you stood up and hugged him.

He held onto you for a moment and rubbed your back, being mindful of where you had slammed against the car. “No one deserves that,” Tommy said as he let you go. “If he does that shit again, you tell me. I’ll fuck him up,” Tommy said back, making you smile a little.

“You’re the best, Tommy,” you said before pulling away from him a little. You had been friends with Tommy and Carol for a long time but had grown distant after they had alienated Steve. It had left you feeling put off with them but then Steve was so wrapped up in Nancy it had left you in the middle with no one.

“Still got your back, girl,” Tommy said before he went back inside to get his own ice, his face puffy on one side.

“I can’t believe this happened,” you confessed with a little sigh, sitting back on the porch. You sniffled as your nose was still running from your previous tears.

Steve nodded his head in agreement before sighing in disbelief. You both looked up at the night sky and you realized you hadn’t really spoken to Steve since the year before.

“I’m sorry about Nancy,” you mumbled, looking at the towel of ice in your hands. “I know it was a while ago and I’ve been a shit friend but…I am sorry. I know you really loved her.”

“You know,” Steve began before pausing and sighing out. “I think I’ve been a shit friend too. I got with Nancy and I just…I stopped checking in with you. I stopped calling or asking to hang out,” he admitted before running a nervous hand through his hair. “Then you were with Billy and…,” he trailed off, shaking his head.

“I guess we both fucked up,” you said before placing the ice back to your jaw.

“I screwed up first,” Steve said honestly and looked to you. “I’m sorry that I didn’t value our friendship. I just figured you thought what everyone else did, that I turned bitch for Nancy.”

“I’ll be honest,” you mumbled before shrugging. “I did kind of feel that way,” you admitted. “Not at first but when you wrote me off like you did,” you paused before sighing a little. “I think I felt that way because you just left me behind.”

“Honestly,” Steve started before a small, awkward smile appeared on his face. “I liked you more than a friend, so when I got with Nancy, I felt guilty when I talked to you.”

You hid a tiny smirk before nodding your head a little. “If we’re being honest,” you said and Steve nodded. “I was jealous of Nancy.” You looked down as your cheeks reddened a little.

Steve seemed to take in this information with a nod before smiling a bit. “So we were both stupid,” he said before laughing a little and shaking his head. You nodded with your own smile.

Steve looked at you and saw a bruise forming on the back of your neck. He frowned before taking the ice pack that was in your hand, resting on your lap. He readjusted it before he moved closer and brushed your hair back from your neck. He gently pressed the ice to your bruise and you looked at him, your faces closer.

“I’d still be jealous if you were with Nancy,” you admitted with a whisper.

“I’ve wanted to punch Billy Hargrove in the face since the first time I saw him holding your hand,” Steve said back as he looked at you. “I knew he was just going to hurt you. Granted, I didn’t expect it to be this bad or I would have punched him before tonight.”

You smiled a bit at Steve before you leaned over and rested your head on his shoulder. He kept the ice on the back of your neck but leaned his head onto yours. You both stayed quiet and close.

__ __

Steve had followed you home the night of the party and hugged you goodbye. You spent most of the weekend resting until one night you heard a car pull up outside. Your mother and father had just left for a business trip about twenty minutes prior, you thought they might have forgotten something. You pulled open the door but paled when you saw Billy walking up the steps. You quickly slammed the door and locked it before you ran over to the phone, grabbing it up.

“Go away, Billy!” You hollered, holding the phone to your chest.

“Let me in,” Billy said, his voice full of malice. The hair stood up on the back of your neck and you took a step towards the hall. “Open the fucking door, bitch!”

You jumped when he hit the door harshly and you found panic swelling up into your throat. You quickly began dialing the phone for the police station as there was another loud bang on the door.

“Florence!” You hollered when the woman answered the phone. “Florence I need you to send someone quick! Billy Hargrove is breaking into my house!” There was another loud band and she told you to try and get out or hide and that she would send Hopper. You took the phone with you and ran down the hall. You weren’t sure why but you found yourself dialing Steve’s number, knowing he lived right up the road. You heard him pick up the phone right as you heard the door crash open, you nearly dropped to your knees with fright as you managed to duck into your parents room. “Steve,” you whispered so quietly that you didn’t think he could hear you.

“(Y/N)? What’s wrong?!” He asked, finding himself talking hushed in response to your shaking voice.

“Billy,” you whispered as you quietly crawled across your parents room, trying to make it to a window.

“Billy? Billy, what?” Steve asked, his voice growing concerned.

“Come out, doll! I just want to talk,” you heard Billy say in the hall, his tone taunting.

“I’ll be right there!” You heard through the phone before it clicked.

You tried pushing up the window by your parents bed before you heard the floor creak outside their door. You bit your lip to hide a whimper as you laid yourself down and doved under their bed. The door flew open and you curled into a ball, both hands clasped over your mouth.

“Kitten,” Billy called in a singsong voice. “Why are you hiding? I just wanna talk,” he said and you saw his boots right beside the bed. He kneeled down and his face came into view. “Boo!” He said and grabbed for your legs. You screamed and kicked at him, landing a kick to his face and he fell back.

You dragged yourself forward and got out from under the bed. You scrambled to get your footing as Billy got his and made it into the hall a second before he did. You ran for the door but Billy grabbed your shoulders and threw you to the floor, being able to run faster than you. Your face hit off the floor and your vision span, you groaned and blinked hard, trying to focus. Your eyes landed on the door and your hands reached out, trying to pull you in that direction.

“You wanna slap me?!” Billy hollered down at you before he stomped on one of your hands. You felt immense pain and heard the bones popping before you let out a scream.

“You think you’re too good for me!” He hollered and you flinched as you pulled your wounded hand into yourself.

You had your eyes closed when you heard a meaty thud and waited for the pain to register. When it didn’t and you heard another one you peaked open your eyes.

Steve stood with his back to you, a bat held back, ready to swing. Billy laid on the floor and for a second, your eyes scanned him, thinking he might be dead. A loud, crazed laugh filled the air and Steve kept himself tense.

“Just stay down, Billy!” Steve hollered, adjusting the bat in his grip. He watched as Billy shifted, getting ready to get up before a foot rested on his shoulder and a gun was pointed at his chest.

“I’d listen to him. I think he’s giving you pretty good advice,” Hopper said as he looked down at Billy.

Steve finally rested his bat down by his side and came over to you. “Oh, God,” he whimpered as he held your head gently, keeping it off the floor.

“It’s not as bad as it looks,” you tried but your words were oddly broken up and slurred. Steve pulled a hand from your face to brush back your hair a little, you saw blood smeared on his palm. You hadn’t noticed that you were bleeding but figured it might be your nose.

Hopper kneeled beside Steve after a moment and you just noticed another deputy taking a struggling Billy out. “Ambulance is coming, kid,” he said as he seemed to examine your face, replacing Steve’s hands.

“I think I’m okay,” you said and shifted, trying to get up.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Hopper said and rested a hand on your shoulder, coaxing you to lay back down. “We just need to check you for a concussion and look at the hand. Then you’ll be free,” he explained.

You sighed as you rested your head back but nodded a little. Steve stayed with you on the floor, holding onto your unharmed hand. He frowned as he looked to your other hand that rested against your chest. You were shaking and had to turn your head, to let the blood from your nose drain. Steve wiped it away each time it reappeared, keeping it from running down your cheek.

“Did I at least fuck his face up a little?” You asked after a moment, thinking back to when you kicked Billy.

Steve let a genuine burst of laughter break through his sadness and smiled a bit. He wiped his cheek against his shirt on his shoulder, brushing away a tear. “Yeah, fucked him up good. Split lip, busted nose,” he listed off before smiling. “You got him good.”

“Good,” you hummed and Steve was happy to see your nose stopped bleeding. You seemed less out of it and a little more aware, he relaxed. The paramedics came in and began looking you over.

__ __

“Mom, I am fine,” you assured as you stood by the nurses station, holding the phone to your ear. “Just a cast on my hand,” you explained. “Hopper said someone will fix the door and uh…Steve said he would stay with me.” You explained before biting your lip. “Yes, Harrington.” You said and glanced to where Steve was standing down the hall, waiting for you. “Yes, he is a nice boy,” you replied. “Goodbye, mom!” You said when she started prattling on about the rules of her house.

Steve brought you home and you found the door already fixed. All signs of any disturbance was cleaned up and you made a mental note to thank Hopper.

Steve got you into bed and asked if you needed anything. He stood beside the bed with his hands in his pockets, seeming suddenly unsure of himself.

“I’m okay,” you said with a little smile.

“Okay, well, I’ll be right out on the couch if you need me,” he said, motioning over his shoulder.

“Hey, um, Steve?” You asked, stopping him before he went out the door.

“Yeah, what’s up?” He asked, turning back to you.

“Did you want to…,” you started before stopping with a little sigh. “Would you mind sleeping with me? I don’t want to be alone.”

Steve found a soft smile on his face before he nodded a little, “Sure.” He stopped beside your bed to kick off his shoes and you pushed over for him. He laid on his back, unsure of what you were really comfortable with. He didn’t want to make you feel pressured or nervous by his presence or actions. However, it was only a moment until you rested your head on his chest. Your hand that was in the cast resting there too.

“Thank you for protecting me,” you mumbled quietly. “And for saving me.” You nuzzled a little closer to Steve, his scent calming your nerves.

“I owed you,” Steve said with a little smile. He allowed his hand to run over your back for a moment.

“Well, now I owe you,” you said with a little smile.

Steve bit his lip for a second as he thought what you said over. “Would you let me take you to dinner?”

You paused for a moment before you lifted your head, looking to him and smiled a little. “Yeah,” you whispered before you looked to his lips.

Steve saw your glance and leaned forward a little, hesitantly pressing a peck to your lips. You smiled more at him before pressing your lips back to his, letting it linger for a moment before you pulled away. You laid your head onto his shoulder and nuzzled into his neck. Letting all your bad thoughts and memories from the weekend drift away.

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hadeestown · 5 years

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i watched the heathers on riverdale episode and listened to the soundtrack on spotify and i have a lot of things to say

FIRST OF ALL @ riverdale fandom dont freaking attack me for saying these. just being frank with yall

also the only actors whose names i know of are kj apa, cole sprouse, lili reinhart, camila mendes, and casey cott

BEAUTIFUL

- CASEY COTT,,,,he saved this song he should’ve just sang it alone - they made it so PG they didnt even include the fREAK SLUT CRIPPLE HOMO HOMO HOMO - okay camila sounded okay - kj apa,,,honey youre cute but pls stop singing - josie can sing but like,,,not for musicals - can everyone pls get the emotions right in this song thEYRE LITERALLY SINGING ABOUT HOW HIGH SCHOOL FREAKING SUCKS AND THEYRE ALL "just not today! :D" or "just not today *seductive wink*" - the autotune in lili's verse knjkACN - cole's voice is so deep he sounds like he wants to die - "why do i act like such a creep" whoever sang that im sorry but youre terribly fla t - so many wasted harmonies - "aHhh HEAther hEAther aNd hEATher" why falsetto - "lets make her beautiful" rip harmonies "okAY? okay?" rip falsetto uGh - cheryl can sing but i dont know something's wrong,,, probably autotune - "you hope you dream you pray ANd you GEt yoUR wAY" autotune count: ive lost count - The riverdale producers giving casey cott the high veronica notes is one of the few things they got right in this episode

CANDY STORE - heathers 101 lyrics knAKJCNJA i want to die - they can say biotch but not dick huh - the orchestration's weird,,,but okay - GO PLAY DUCK DUCK GOOSE - ICE CREAM - the first verse was okay then autotuned kicked in - the verses are pretty okay - i want more emotion pls just,,, sound bitchier - "SEE YOU DONT HAVE IT WATCH THIS" HACKNASCKJA IM CACKLING - rip harmonies in 2nd chorus,,,,those were great but they probably didnt find a person who can do the crazy mcnamara notes huh - DOORKNOB - cheryl youre struggling with the bridge - "kEEP ON TESTING ME *lower octave* and end up like her" oof whERE ARE THE HIGH MCNAMARA NOTES - i didnt understand the chandler riff what was that about - rip harmonies aGAIN this song had a lOT of amazing harmonies and they,,,threw it away

FIGHT FOR ME - josie honey youre terribly autotuned - kj apa kjnSCJNKANCKJA why - everything's so autotuned i dont even know what's real and what's not - i kinda like the end harmonies,,that's it tho

BIG FUN - okay orchestration's great - again with the heathers 101 lyrics jNCKSNAJC dont do heathers if you arent bold enough to curse on tv - rip harmonies,,,,,,,,,nobody did like the high notes jesus christ - convenient that they have a character named "Veronica" in the show - i dont know if thats camila's real voice but it did sound nice,,,however, i still believe it's autotUNED - once again, they gave casey cott the high veronica notes "i FEEL LIKE BONO AT LIVE AID" - "take a picTURE I'LL NEED PROOF" who the hell said that he sounded so monotone and emotionless like he forgot at the last minute he had to say a line - awkward silence for the part "i broUGHT SPARKLING CIDER :D" - no context "danG DANG DIGGITY DANG DANG" hAJKCSJNAC me initimidating my enemies - once again, akward silence for the dialogues - dang dang diggity dang dang everything's so autotuned - thE INSTRUMENTAL'S SO LOUD probably to mask the fact that most of the cast werent *cough* vocally trained

DEAD GIRL WALKING - what THE HELL IS UP WITH THAT TINY HARP SOUND AT THE INTRO OF DGW ANKCSJACI CHOKED - a u t o t u n e d girl walking - the instrumental got better - i see they went with like pianos and shit and not mostly electric guitar for the guitar solo riffs - "ALL HOPE IS GONE IM A DEAD GIRL WALKING IM ON YOUR LAWN" gurl,,,youre in school,,,and there is no window lock,,,,,,, - heATHERS 101 lYRICS KASNKCJANSCKA - "had to see yOU HOPE I DIDNT WAKE YOU" bitch youre all awake in school - i cant listen to this song anymore without hearing the weird hair swishes and sound effects - "that works for me" yall monotone as hELL like yall dont wanna have intense sex just,,,okay sex - "hoWD YOU FIND MY ADDRESS" none of the lyrics make sense bc uhm,,,,theyRE IN SCHOOL - "i think you tore my mattress" gurl is chill as hell where is the concern over the mattress AHAHFANKCC - at least the guy sounded a bit hornier than the other girl - goodbye intense barrett notes - AHAHAHHAA they yeeted away from the G#5 - it's just like G#4??? - the other girl doesnt sound shes enjoying the sex huh - the guy who did the jd riff at the end,,,,hMMM pretty good but is it auTOTUNED??? the question remains - i can tell the whole song's like,,,autotuned but if just a little bit, toni sounded actually great

OUR LOVE IS GOD - the cult girl is not showing any emotion,,,,she's like reciting the lyrics hDJCKAJ - casey cott sounds great but autotuned ruined his voice - harmonies sound great actually - the instrumental is inTENSELY loud as HELL again - "they die becauSE THEY SAY THEY MUST" no context bc jD did not kill anyone in this scene - the ending harmonies were great

SEVENTEEN - fuck me i liked this the first time i heard it - im biased probably bc i love seventeen knKSCAJ - intro instrumental sounded a bit off key - cole pls dont sound dead - lili sounds great - SEVANTEEN - cole redeemed himself in the harmony chorus - is this shit autotuned???? bitch - SEvANTEEN (Cole Sprouse, 2019) - okay one thing's for sure, the tonight part is dEFINITELY AuTOTUnED - the toni girl is intensely autotuned wtf

LIFEBOAT - WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS INSTRUMENTAL - IT SOUNDS LIKE A NEW SONG LIKE LIFEBOAT WHO?? - I HATE IT - camila you dont sound oppressed - where's the emotion,,,,,elle mclemore who???? - i think the high notes are autotuned???????????????? whats new - I THOUGHT I WAS CAPTAIN - okay lyric change to fit the plot but,,,weird nonetheless - again,,,fuck this instrumental

SEVENTEEN REPRISE - in the episode, it looks weird as hell bc like random cast members are singing it when VERONICA and MARTHA should be singing it - hello??? chandler kurt and ram should be dead yet theyre still on stage???? fully clothed??? singing with everyone else????? - the producers DID NOT watch the musical - "martha are you free tonight?" - the girl playing veronica sawyer sings as she stares out into the audience and not at martha bc riverdale isnt about to cast a fat girl and give a fat girl some screentime on their show - KJ APA PLS - also cheryl,,,pls - a u t o tu n e - the song doesnt make any sense anymore bc it's taken out of context to fit the plot,,, - theyre all singing to an invisible martha - at least the harmonies sound decent fiNALLY - hello head voice - "TAKE oFF OUR SHOES AND DANCe" - the ending "BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL" i could not hear the girls bc they were all. singing. in. head. voice. or was it falsetto??? - im so done with this

OVERALL - what's the point of doing a heathers episode if yall aint gonna stick to the musical - i get that it has to be aligned with the show's plot but,,,,okay you do you - the people playing JD and Veronica were totally ignored bc like some songs meant for them werent even sung by them lmaooOOOO what is this - to summarize: AUTOTUNE - heathers kidz bop version by riverdale (2019) - im honestly just thirsty for new heathers content so i forced myself to live through this - costumes look cute tho - ALSO in their heathers promo poster, josie is wearing her veronica sawyer costume,,,,i dont recall seeing her wear that except for the last scene in seventeen (reprise) - basically seventeen (reprise) was a mess,,, - im judging them so much as if i can do better,,,,,,,,but whatever

IN CONCLUSION - they shouldve learned from their carie episode that musical episodes arent meant for riverdale - at this point, i dont even know what's autotuned and what's real

#heathers #heathers uk #heathers the musical #heathers on riverdale #riverdale #Barrett Wilbert Weed #ryan mccartan #carrie hope fletcher #jamie muscato #musicals #rant #broadway #veronica sawyer #jason dean #heather chandler #heather mcnamara #heather duke

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skizmin · 6 years

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you’re my favourite constellation.

stargazing!au, friends to lovers with han jisung

(this giF IM SCREAMING CUTIE)

request from @straybin: Can I request a stray kids jisung friends to lovers star gazing au! Your aus are super sweet I loved the seungmin one!

(thank you so much ily 💝💓💖💕💞💘💗)

alright lets get straight into it

so youre a highschool student with an affinity for astrology, like, you love it

for your birthdays you get astrology books and maps and even once a really cool telescope!!

its just what you love, okay?

anyway, recently youd moved in with your cousin who lived alone and needed a roommate, plus it was closer to your school than your own home.

you parents practically shoved you in there with short notice (at least they were paying rent and grocery expenses) and you were like well okay

you didnt mind your cousin at all, but she can be a bit excitable and overbearing sometimes but you have to deal with it really

“dUDE i gotta show you something follow me”

you were unpacking when your cousin said this, you set down your telescope and followed her out the front door. your cousin lived in an apartment block basically, she was on the third story out of five. there was a very cute young family across the hall from you guys n stuff

anyway she kept going up and up these stairs and you were like where the fUck are we going im so tired

she laughed and said you were almost there and proceeded to push open a big heavy door

wow

you were in complete awe

in front of you was a massive open roof, the setting sun and the wide sky completely in view from all points, and when you looked up? oh my god it just seemed so clear

“you like stargazing dont you? youre allowed to come up here all you want as long as you dont make a ruckus yeah?”

you agreed, smiling W I D E and attacking your cousin in a hug

like,, two weeks later?

you still hadnt gone stargazing on the roof yet

on top of moving in and mid term school, it was a struggle to deal with so you just didnt have the time at the moment

untillll you had a falling out with a friend. it wasnt anything too serious but a few hurtful truths were said and the added stress of everything else going on, it was just overwhelming

so when you got home that afternoon, you packed a small box with your telescope, your notebook and pens, a couple of your astrology study books and two big blankets

then, after you made and ate dinner with your cousin, you made a big cup of hot chocolate (or coffee or tea or a moccha, whatever you prefer) and told your cousin you were going upstairs and youd probably be back late so youd take a key in case she was asleep

your cousin agreed and watched you balance the massive mug and your box in your hands and also the two big pillows you spontaneously grabbed as you walked out

arriving on the roof, you laid everything out, not bothering to set up your telescope just yet and you sat back sipping your hot drink

you didnt know when you started to cry but it happened, and soon enough you where silent sobbing on your own letting out a few sniffles here and there. life was just too busy and overwhelming at the moment

it was about half an hour later when you stopped sobbing, you were still crying, wiping your tears from your face every minute or so, this was when the door to the roof opened and shut

you thought it would just be your cousin so you stayed still and aited for her to find you and comfort you

the the felt a foot hit your thigh and heard a whisper shout of “hoLY FUCK”

you sat up, hastily wiping your tears as you tried to see the dark figure in front of you, they had turned on their torch and were now shining it directly into your eyes

“i am so sOrry i didnt even see you there, were you sleeping? oh god i cant believe i just almost stepped on you- wait? are you crying? oh my god”

it was some sort of god in front of you, you were sure. perfectly tanned skin, gorgeous doe like eyes, soft cheeks and pink lips. you were pretty much mesmerised, even as he crouched down in front of you

“hey, im sorry. i really didnt mean it its just dark out, are you okay? i didnt hurt you did i?”

he sounded so unbelievably guilty that you felt bad, snapping out of it you responded with a choked out “im sorry, im fine, its okay!”

the boy in front of you smiled out of relief, eyes lingering on you before looking at the set-up around you

“im jisung, i live on 2nd floor. i havent seen you around before, i didnt know we had new neighbours”

he looked at you and tilted his head in confusion, his eyebrows furrowing and his lips set in a slight pout. your heartbeat involuntarily picked up at the sight

“oh! im uh- im y/n, i just moved in with my cousin y/c/n, she lives on third floor...” you awkwardly and shyly looked down to the ground, hastily tidying up the mess of notebooks and your hot drink as he replied

“oh! y/c/n! i know her, shes really nice. how old are you? you look a bit younger than her honestly” his brows furrowed further and he smiled lightly when you looked up at him, he was still crouching in front of you

“oh, im 17, she lives closer to my school than my parents and she needed a housemate, so here i am!” you laughed really nervously and looked down at your fingers again

jisung smiled to himself, ah, theyre cute

“oh, im the same age then!” he laughed before looking away slightly, asking the difficult question, “are you sure youre okay? you look like youve been crying,”

dread crushed your chest, he’d seen you crying, this was really embarassing for you

“oh nothing! i was just- uh, i was just a bit stressed is all” you held your breath, hoping jisung wouldnt pry any further, you really didnt want to talk about it

he laughed good heartedly, “ah yeah, we all get a bit like that sometimes. what are you doing up here though? its freezing, are you studying or something? waiT IS THAT A TELESCOPE?!”

it was your turn to laugh, this kid was really positive and seemed to know how to take a hint

“im stargazing! my cousin said i could come up here but, if you need to roof then dont worry ill go down its no porblem”

you looked at his face this time as you spoke and oh my god stop smiling at me like that

“stargazing? thats so cool! dont worry, i only came up here for some fresh air, my housemates are a bit loud. so what, do you just look at the stars and planets or?” he finally sat dwn next to you. “can you show me a constellation?”

you giggled and nodded, you whole body tingling because of the close proximity of your bodies and the idea of the stereo-typically romantic thing you were about to do. “we need to lay back okay?”

you laid back, he followed, his head was lost to to yours and his hands rested on his stomach, he turned his head to look at you

m i s t a k e

you didnt turn to him. you were bright red at the feel of his breath fanning across your face you kept your head straight on the sky

“now what?” he softly whispered it to you, your stomach violently dipped and your heart practically stopped

youre all “uhhhh uh- well, uh, you just um- see that sorta diamond of stars over there? and then it sorta uh, has a triangle on top?”

jisung follows your line of eyesight and tries to focs on specific stars that make out the shape, he sees it “oH! i see it!”

“yeah, thats lyra, its a harp basically.”

jisung squints and you lightly turn your head to him, not fully, just enough to see his face. “oh, it does look like a harp i guess, whys it there?”

“it represents the lyre of orpheus, who was a greek poet and musician, he was killed though...”

“wow, thats sad but also so cool...” jisungs phone buzzes, you see its a message from someone called minho, asking where he is

“crap, y/n, ive gotta go but um. i really liked talking to you and im really interested in the stars now, it seems like theyve all got stories. would you mind teaching me again sometime?”

he was scratching the back of his neck awkwardly

“oh! um- yeah of course i will, i mean, yeah definitely!”

you realised you didnt have his phone, so you couldnt really get your number for him

he saw you looking and spoke up “uh, maybe just next time, um, come and grab me? my apartment is number 6, im almost always there if im not at school really. just, whenever youre going up and you feel like some company, come knock on the door or something?”

you smiled, the thought made you nervous but you did want to see jisung again. “okay, of course.”

he smiled brightly at you, you cursed your heart again, “great! ill get going then, dont stay for too long okay? youll get a cold.” he stood up and waved to you

“bye jisung!” you call out softly as he walks away

you leave not long after he left, it felt boring on your own suddenly. you didnt even remember youd been crying at all, it felt like a massive weight was lifted off of your shoulders.

you slept so easily that night, dreaming of the stars and jisung.

a week and a half later? it was a friday night

you were packing your box to go stargazing again when you remembered jisung, you wanted to bring him along with you. he might be busy, but you packed an extra couple of blankets and soem pillows and placed them just inside your door before you went downstairs to go and get him

you were so nervous as you knocked on the door, preparing for utter embarrassment. the door opened up tho

“oh, youre not the complex owner thank god.” you were greeted by someone possibly younger than you, he had reddish hair and a sweet smile. “how can i help you?’

you tried to block out the screeches coming from inside the apartment, you could hear about five voices screaming at once “im uh, im y/n, im from upstairs? i was wondering if jisung was here at all?”

he smirked, like he knew something you didnt. “sure one sec, im seungmin by the way.” he turned away from you and screamed into the apartment “jiSUNG, SOMEONES HERE FOR YOU, HURRY UP.”

“coMING!!” was heard throughout the apartment followed by a “fELiX gEt ofF Of mE” and seungmin smiled awkwardly at you before a head popped past the wall into the entrance way

“oh! y/n! you came!” he tried to walk over to the door but you noticed a body dragging on his legs.

“jiSUNG PLEASE DO MY CHORES FOR ME.” the boy yelled at jisungs feet

seungmin laughed, looking at you saying “ill leave you to it” before jogging over to a tangled up jisung and who you presumed was felix and tearing felix from jisungs body, dragging him away

“uh, sorry about that, hes lazy and pathetic.” jisung laughed, so did you

“i was just wondering if you were free? i was about to go up to the roof..”

jisung smiled brightly, “of course, let me get my coat and phone.”

once he was ready you two went up to your apartment, you told him to come in and wait a bit while you made him a hot drink of hit choice, then you grabbed some pillows and your box and you both walked up the remaining flights of stairs to the roof

it was the beginning of a tradition really, youd go down and grab him, his housemates would call for him as soon as the saw you, before he left theyd whisper things into his ear that made him blush but you simply shrugged it off

after about two months of going up to the roof together, you admitted to yourself that you liked him

a lot

you liked his smile, his voice, how he was endlessly making you happy, you liked he warmth of when hed lie next to you and the way he’d rest a hand on your lower back, guiding you up the stairs. you liked his goodbye hugs and the way he’d hold your hands the one week you couldnt find your gloves. you liked how he was so interested in the stars like you, but you considered giving up looking at the sky to simply look into his eyes because they held galaxies within them. you liked the way he’d whisper your name to check if you were awake and the gentle touch of his fingertips when he brushed your hair out of your eyes

you liked him so much, you couldnt deny it. it crushed you in a way, you thought he would never like you back, and you increasingly got more nervous and drifted away bit by bit

one night, you were up on the roof and jisung sighed loudly, you asked him what was wrong

“can i rant a little bit? please?” jisung had puppy eyes as he sat up and looked at you, you sat up as well and nodded for him to go on

“ah, this is hard,” he started before looking at the pot plants next to your set up that were the centrepiece of the rooftop,

“i um, basically i like this uh, this person right? i like them as more than a friend,” your heart clenched and dropped to your stomach. oh. this was heart break. “we’ve been friends for a while and i thought, well, yeah i thought id been quite obvious with my feelings. i hoped that their shyness was them maybe reciprocating my feelings but? maybe not. lately theyve just-”

jisung huffed and looked up at you again, your heart got caught in your throat, you could see he was nervous about telling someone about his crush and he looked sad talking about the unfortunate circumstances

“theyve been distancing themselves from me. they flinch away we i try to be more affectionate and- and they just dont seem like they like me anymore. not even in a romantic way, in a friend way. and im just upset i guess. ive never ever liked someone this much before, every night im filled with these feelings of just wanted to cuddle with them and take them on dates and hold their hands and- and kiss them. the whole package. it hurts, y/n. why dont they like me?”

the sad feeling you was feeling showed in your voice as you replied. “youre a great person jisung, theyd be an idiot not to like you, seriously. i cant think of someone more deserving of love than you.” you tried to nervously look into his eyes

“then why dont they like me y/n? no one ever likes me.” he was still looking down onto the ground

“i like you jisung.”

oh no

oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no W O R D V O M I T

you clenched your eyes shut, your heart was beating rapidly, you cant believe you just said that when hed just been speaking about liking someone else. you wanted to cry, to bury yourself alive, anything to get out of that situation.

“really? what?” he snapped his head up, staring at you wide eyed and shocked

“nevermind jisung, forget i said it, i didnt mean to make it awk-”

jisung cupped your cheeks, you felt his warm palms and cool fingertips before you felt his lips, slightly chapped yet soft

your mind was going crazy, you barely managed to move your lips along with jisungs before he parted away, still holding your cheeks and smiling widely

“out of all the stars in this world, youre the brightest y/n.”

you died inside before realising he liked you, all the things he said earlier were about you

jisungs eyes were hopeful, happy, loving, especially when you smiled at him so purely

“jisung, kiss me again.”

and he did, pulling you into his lap and letting you tangle your fingers into his hair

he even kissed you outside your apartment, giggling in happiness and tugging you into his body before saying goodbye

jisung couldnt remember a time he’d been this happy, and honestly, neither could you.

finish!! hope you liked it omg

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magicalsalamander · 6 years

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The Firefly that Guards the Fox VII

Pairing: BTS Taehyung ⇆ Reader

Words: 6.9K

Warnings: Overall story rated mature; Explicit themes, action/ violence, bloodshed, death of minor characters.

Summary: His mother and father weren’t supposed to fall in love. They weren’t supposed to find a mate in one another.

They weren’t supposed to.

After losing his father years ago, Taehyung vows to find and avenge the injustice his family has gone through. You were childhood friends with Taehyung. The four of you Taehyung, Hoseok, your older brother and you were inseparable. You were torn apart from Taehyung, your fox who’ve you’ve always vowed to protect and be with, without a warning. He called you Firefly, you called him Tae-Tae the fox. Was your fate supposed to end there in the past with your childhood?

A/N: Orig post date: 01|11|18; Updated intro 12|12|19. Part of the KLF Universe.

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Her giggles were infectious as I splashed water at her. She was relentless though, fighting back with waves back at me. I wrapped my arms around her waist and spun her eliciting a scream of happiness. “I got you firefly!” She smacked my arm, “put me down Tae!” I shook her in my arms taunting her further, “Tae! Stop!” The anger behind her tone didn’t hold any value, she didn’t really want me to put her down. However, she reached over and pinched my ears between her nails. I let go of her with a yelp. She splashed carelessly into the knee-deep water and stuck both thumbs in her ears wiggling her fingers finishing her move by sticking out her tongue. A squeal then a laugh drummed out as I run to chased her. I latched onto her falling backwards letting gravity take over. I submerged us both into the water with a splash.

I didn’t come up from the water; the girl in my arms faded as I twisted and turned to lie on my back. I felt lint balls from the fabric under my fingers, a mix between knotting suede and a thin mattress. I blinked back to a clearing light. I woke up to my mom putting my backpack together in our basement home. “Honey, please get up you’re going to be late!” I tossed the blanket over me walking only a few steps over to my mother. The room smelled of pungent, stale, reheated coffee and concrete dust. His mother turned to him with her everlasting smile. Her hair was a vibrant color and her ears a habanero orange. She handed me my backpack, “hurry along now.” I took the bag and ran towards the door letting the blinding morning light in.

He pushed through the metal exit door stumbling onto the side walk. He was giggling like a boy in elementary school. He hung onto a woman, who giggled mindlessly and hiccupped from over drinking. Her face blurred every time he looked her over. It was certain he didn’t want to take her home, none of his dates ever made it there.

He stumbled through the parking lot pulling her into the backseats of his car. Their lips and teeth knocked in passion. The heat from their bodies and tension fogged up the windows. She grinded against his crotch, rubbing him in the right way. He trailed his hand up her thigh slipping under her ‘barely considered a dress’ dress. She left his lips, kissing sloppily down his jaw, sucking generously on his neck. She had no true trajectory, she just wanted him. He leaned his head back looking through the back window of the borrowed car of his friend. The street lamp directly above his car was so bright. He squinted tight and everything faded to black.

One squint and a blink through the haziness you pried your eyes open, greeted by a white ceiling. The noises of the room sounded distance, but within moments they cleared and beeped into normalcy. With the strength of a thousand newtons, you turned your head away from the bright fluorescent lighting towards the EKG monitor and other medical devices. The streamline of my heart and other saturations ran consistently. Your eyes bounced along with the inflections of your heart rate. You groaned as you turned back attempting to right yourself. The pressure on your wrist excited every nerve and was an instant reminder that everything wasn’t alright. A lightning bolt shot up from your left false ribs shorting your breath. Your vision blurred shortly with the electricity flowing through each vessel finding a point of interest around your temples. Things weren’t alright. The plastic tubing attached to you creaked and made a racket creating their own orchestra number.

Your napping brother stumbled from his seat in the corner of the room. He shot out of his seat finding a spot next to you on the bed in a less than graceful manner. He adjusted your IV pole and the tubing making sure he wouldn’t pull anything. He laid you back down searching you over with worry in his eyes, “God, I was so worried about you. Do you know how terrified I was hearing you were in an accident? My baby.” He mumbled on about his woes, but I couldn’t help but crack a smile at him. You didn’t know how you looked, but from his reaction you could guess it was bad. Your smile turned into a laugh at the end of his speech. He still called you a baby even though you were at the prime age of twenty-seven. You weakly maneuvered your bruised hand and stitched arm carefully not to twist your throbbing wrist, “how long have I been out?” Your brother took your hand delicately in both of his, encapsulating it in tender warmth. His calloused fingers grazed over your bruises like he was tracing roads in a map, “a few days, I took time off. Mom and Dad couldn’t make it up to the city.” You groaned, “you told them?” He nodded, “they said they were sorry, but that if you were in my care they could rest easy.” You smiled at him in short delay, the nausea was coming back. When the haze cleared you took in your brother, he was still in his uniform; a distinct sore standing out from the hospital’s dreadful, white walls. He really must’ve rushed here.

A warning knock sounded at the door and then a nurse strolled in the room. “I heard the monitors come back. Welcome back to the world, Ms. Y/L/N.” She looked at your brother and a faint pink dust coated her cheeks. You shook your intertwined hands slightly and wiggled your eyebrows at your brother in an all-knowing smirk. He glares at you momentarily mouthing out, “stop it, not now.” You rolled your eyes at the bachelor, but he politely left your side giving room for the nurse to work in. She checked all over your vitals and monitored receipts form the machines, “everything seems to be fine, a doctor will be in shortly to consult further with you. Are you in any pain currently?” You wanted to shake your head, but that would be a mistake, “I’m sore. My head and side are tender.” She nodded her head, “we’ll give you some more morphine for the meantime, I’ll be back with the doctor.” She picked up her chart and walks toward the exit, but you called out to her, “Where is the man I came in with? Where is Kim Taehyung? Is he alright?” Your brother did a double take, squinting at you while he took a seat next to your bed again. The nurse looked down at her chart then back to you, “I’m sorry miss, I don’t know. I’m sure the doctor will, please ask him then.” She slid the door close, leaving you with more anxiety than before.

Your brother tangled your hands again bringing your attention back to him. Your breathing became rougher and you winced with every short breath. “Calm down Y/N. Taehyung? Do you mean the fox hybrid from back home Taehyung?” You nodded slowly at the pace of a calm grandmother, ”yes…but it’s a long story. I’ll tell you everything soon, I need to know if he’s okay first.” Your brother smoothed over your hair smoothing out the knots, “that’s a promise Y/N.”

Through the same door the nurse returned with a doctor, who looked by far more than exhausted you did, “Hello Ms. Y/L/N.” He went over a routine checkup repeating steps the nurse took earlier, then stood at the edge of your bed flipping through the charts. “Ms. Y/L/N, in your X-ray we found two broken ribs on your left. They didn’t penetrate anything vital but remain stationary for the time being. It will take at least six weeks for them to fully heal. We did an CT scan and MRI just for assurance for anything major, but luckily you have a mild-concussion. That won’t take long to heal, however, you will experience some of the residual effects for a while. We will admit you for ten days and when that is up you will be assessed again to make sure you’re alright to leave. Any questions?” Honestly, he spoke so fast and it was heavy with information most flew over your head; so you turned to your brother for affirmation that he caught it all. He laughed and nodded, “I got all that Y/N. Don’t worry.” You turned back to the doctor, “is Kim Taehyung okay? The man I came in with?”

The doctor looked you over assessing your charts once more and with a huff in his words, “he’s currently in a coma.” Your heart sunk, feeling the thin strings of your heart being pulled to their limits. “He was induced into it. The injuries aren’t severe, but as a precaution to the head injury we’re giving him time to rest.” The harp player in your heart plucked softer, but they still tested your limits. You didn’t have enough in you to cry, but the thoughts were painful enough. In last comfort the doctor could offer, “you’ve been through a lot Ms. Y/L/N. We will do everything in our power to make sure you and Mr. Kim are okay.” The doctor offered you and your brother one last polite bow, then left.

In attempts to ease your mind, your brother spoke about his recent deployment. He went on and on and at the end of each sentence he reminded you how much he missed you. His stories faded into a lull hitting its end, so you started your own. Regressing back into his attentive way, he listened intently like a mother would, but with a face of a stern solider. He clutched onto your hand in intervals of softening and squeezing with each new bit of information. It wasn’t angry, but sweet and patient. You left out some details of the Taehyungs dad, no matter how close you were, there were legalities on the line. He rubbed his thumb over your hand while you come up to date. “You’re truly a strong person Y/N, are you sure you’re my baby sister?” I pouted my lips together holding back the laughter, but it erupted full force. It was easier to laugh, than cry. He still chooses to joke after I revealed a secret to him, only he would do such a thing. It hurts, it hurts so bad to laugh.

My heart rate went through the roof, and a distraught nurse swung into the room. Her forehead was sweaty, probably from running a mini marathon to the room, and panted out, “miss, what’s wrong?” Your brother stood at attention, “I’m sorry, there’s nothing wrong.” She clutched her chest waving to us both, “no, okay—that’s good to know. Excuse me then.” Attempting to catch your breath you nudged your brother as the nurse turned around leaving the room, “go, go chase her. She’s interested in you. Don’t let this chance go to waste.” A blush crossed his face, the first time you’ve ever seen it, so you nudged him further, “I want to sleep. Go home for the night. I’m fine, I’m in good hands. Come back rested.” He looked from the door to you contemplating, but you assured him you truly wanted to sleep. He smiled down at you and saluted, “good night Y/N. I’ll be back tomorrow.” You raised your right arm and saluted him back, “go get her tiger.”

You’re weren’t allowed out of your bed for a few days. Your brother argued with you daily that he should stay the night, but you convince him that staying at home would be better. It puts less pressure on you and you get to sleep easy knowing he’s resting well. On the fourth night you make your way out of the room wobbling down the hall with your IV pole. You steadied the IV bag and hung onto the tubing with every cautious step towards Taehyung’s room. Your hospital gown didn’t give you must protection against the strong AC. You counted the rooms, until the chrome numbers 45730 reflected against the fluorescent lights. You held your breath, feeling a throbbing pulse in your neck and wrist, it was a reminder you were alive. You shoved the pole first, then yourself towards the sliver of a window on the door. Searching the small room, that looked just like yours, your eyes rested on the back of a hunched over woman.

You knocked softly on the door, just enough for the woman to hear. She didn’t respond initially, so you kept knocking. She turned around in her stool and walked towards the door. Tears built up in the corners of your eyes, but you wiped the buds before they trailed any further. You stepped back away from the door as the door slide open. His mother expected the nurse, “nothing has changed since the last time you came in.” She lifted her face revealing darkened circles and reddened eyes. Her face softened up when she saw you. She stepped out into the hallway closing the door behind her, “Y/N, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” The once composed woman became a blubbering mess as she brought you into a hug. You winced and hissed at the pressure, she released you almost immediately. Wiping away tears she pleaded, “oh, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” She truly was lost. You brought her into another hug this time, “he’s going to be okay Mom.” You didn’t know if that was for yourself or her. She looked you over again and again grazing her fingers gently over any blatantly obvious bandages. “I’m fine Mom. I have a minor concussion and fractured ribs, but they said it shouldn’t inhibit me too much.”

Instead of my words bringing her comfort, her frown depended into her smile lines. “Thank you. Thank you for being with Tae. I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you.” She cupped your face rechecking everything over again. “You saved him.” You bit back and swallowed the knot in your throat. “It’s really nothing Mom.” She wanted to argue back, but she held her tongue. “Do you want to see Tae?” You nodded cautiously, and Mom helped move you into the room.

The first thing you noticed was his peaceful expression. The monitors read out steadily but in a low frequency. The bandages wrapped around his head and arms concealed the healing wounds. You turned to Mom as she grabbed your hand, “I’m sorry I couldn’t do more Mom.” She clutched your hand, “no, you did enough Y/N. If it wasn’t for you Tae wouldn’t be here.” She helped steady you into one of the chairs beside Tae. You watched the soft fall and rises his chest. This madness has to stop.

The rest of the night went by with small chatter between you and Mom. She gossiped about her neighbors and how expensive it was to buy milk, anything to keep conversation going. She wore herself out and dozed off with her head bobbing back and forth. You attempted to get up without bothering her, but her ears were still sensitive. “Where are you going?” You pointed to your low IV bag, “I have to get back to my room. I’ll stop by again tomorrow, I’ll even bring my brother, you remember him, right?” Her face lit up slightly, “yes, I do. The kindest boy for miles. I’ll walk you back to your room.” She walked with you making the most of the small distance between the rooms. You reminded her that you were okay as she checked over you for the millionth time. You held back the nausea and pain, she had more than enough to worry about. You finally shooed her away when you were back in bed and a nurse came to check on you for a nightly routine visit.

Poking and prodding woke you up the next morning, when your nurse went through her routine. She was a rosy red and you connected that to the same rosy red on the solider across the room. You just woke up, but anyone could see the hearts in the air. This situation may be damming, but at least one good thing came out of it. “Everything is fine. Your healing is on track with our predictions. With the way things are going you may get to leave early.” The nurse bowed her way out of the room and your brother served you breakfast. You asked how he was doing, your situation was obvious.

After he watched you eat, you told him you wanted to go see Mrs. Kim and Tae. He wanted you to rest more, but with your persistence he walked you to the room. You gripped onto his arm, while he dragged your IV pole. Once you were stable, your brother knocked softly on the door in three rasp. The soft call of his mother allowed us in. Mom embraced your brother without an inkling of a greeting. She was overjoyed to see him, mumbling the same way when she first saw you. They lead you to sit first, then Mom wouldn’t let your brother go.

He recounted everything he could while catching glimpses at Taehyung. She was so impressed by his achievements in the military, “my son has really grown up!” Your brother blushed madly, a bit taken aback by the extent of her compliments. She asked you, “Is it okay if I steal your brother and go to the cafeteria for some food? I haven’t eaten yet. Will you be okay?” You nodded and even jokingly,” please take him.” He glared at you, but you shrugged the best you could more with your right side. She smiled dipping out of the room to recount even more with her estranged son.

You sat next to the bed and took Taehyung’s condition in. His breathing was shallow and the bruises on his face were deep. You looked down at your fist, saddened that you couldn’t do more for Taehyung at the moment. You sat in silence listening to the rhythmic beeping of his heart monitor. You slowly raised your hand to bring it to wrap around his. You spoke softly, “Tae Tae, remember that time I fought off those boys and saved you. We even got ice cream afterwards. I think back to a lot of the times we shared together. Those were my happiest moments of my life. I haven’t been the same since you left. I was so shocked to see you. You’ve grown up and turned into such an amazing person. It’s also great that you turned out to be pretty handsome.” Pausing in your monologue to laugh at how sappy you were being, “I really missed you Tae.”

I plead into the phone, “Uncle please…don’t hang up! I need you to tell me what happened!” The man on the other end of the line begged back, “I really don’t know what happened afterwards. Look, I’ll talk to you later okay?” I spoke into the phone with more force, “Uncle, don’t hang up. I need to know what happened to my father!” The line went dead, all he was left with the dial tone.

The ringing faded into a familiar voice. “Tae, Taehyung, Tae!” The child he once looked at wasn’t young anymore, she was a beautiful woman that sat across from me. She rested her head on her hand watching me intently. I rambled on, “they didn’t think that a hybrid could be educated enough or—or,” raising his voice,” have the logic enough to think on a human level!” I could see the conflict in her eyes the way she watched me as I let emotions spill. She spoke back to me, but I only caught every other word, “I think back…happiest moments of my life…I missed you Tae.” She began fading again. I stood up in a rush pushing the chair to the floor behind me. I lunged towards her, but she dissipated, and I fell into darkness.

Suddenly Taehyung gasped air violently into his lungs deeply, mumbling out words. In his mind he yelled out, but in reality it was a jumble of incomprehensible words. His pupils retracted like a cat hissing, the light was sudden and painful. You shifted closer to his bed taking his hand in yours, “Tae, it’s okay, calm down Tae.” His eyes relaxed and squeezed your hand in relief. This was real. He croaked out, “Y/N? Where am I?” He tried to sit up but you stopped him, “don’t get up, I’ll call the nurse and your mom.” You stood to reach to press the button to call the nurse, but he stopped you grabbing onto your wrist. “What happened Y/N? Explain things to me first?”

Hesitating on the thought you sat back down and told him everything you could remember. You mentioned the man with the black mask and hat, but you couldn’t elaborate any further. He listened patiently and then followed up groggily, “and you? Are you okay? Are you in pain?” Answering honestly, “I have a few fractured ribs and a minor concussion. It’s not serious. The medicine dulls the pain, and I’ll be out of her soon.” He winced when his expression turned sour, “I’m glad you’re okay.” Your hand stopped mid reach for the button again. This whole time he’s been nothing but uptight and mean towards you. The old Taehyung was peeking through the hard exterior of a mask he put on. You titled your head, “I’m glad you woke up Tae.”

You buzzed in the nurse and his mom came back with your brother shortly. It was another reunion all over. The atmosphere was so nice. His mom, Tae, your brother and you were laughing and chatting like it was an afternoon back at their house on their low platform hanging out.

You spent more time in Taehyung’s room than your own. Mom was peeling fruits for you both, when a knock sounded at the door. Taehyung sat in his bed nibbling on slices of apples, “come in.” Two familiar faces peeked around the corner, the teen was a bit reluctant, but he brightened up when he saw you. “Mrs. Miller?” David came up next to you, “Ms. Y/L/N, are you okay? Tell me who did this to you!” You giggled at his protective agenda. Taehyung eyed the kid, “hey settle down kid. She’s stronger than any man.” You side eyed Taehyung, it was hard to know if that was a compliment or something back handed. He cheekily smirked at you. Mrs. Kim greeted the woman and offered her a seat next to you. She looked you up and down and took your hand in hers, “Ms. Y/L/N. I’m sorry this happened to you. Will you be okay?” She held her voice strong despite the shakiness behind it. David placed a hand on your shoulder. I reassured them with a nod. Mrs. Miller cleared her throat, “I’ve decided to go ahead with the appeal. After I heard what happened to you, I don’t think I can sit back anymore.” You righted yourself too fast agitating your tender ribs, “wait, really? Are you sure Mrs. Miller?” Her eyes glistened with tears splaying her fingers out in a fan across her breast bone. Her ears stood at attention, “yes, they need to be stopped.” Mrs. Kim set down her plate rounding around the bed smoothing a hand over the back of the woman. You turned to Taehyung who was staring at you. Adoration filled his eyes as the window light filtered in his eyes. David distracted you by telling you all about what he was doing in school and how he visits that sandwich stand often now that the auntie gives him discounts now.

But of course, nothing good last for long.

You were sitting facing the door listening to the banter go back and forth. A flash of black burned past the rectangle window. It was a blimp, but it was enough to notice something out of the corner of your eye. Your brother was so busy telling them a story that no one else noticed. The shadow passed by once more and stared at you for a moment. You recognized the face, or at least those same eyes. They walked away when you locked eyes. You dropped the fruit piece you were nibbling on onto your lap. Your nostrils flared, you couldn’t let him to get away again, not after he hurt Tae. “Hey, uhm, I’m going to pick up a sweater from my room. I’m a little cold. I’ll be right back.” Your brother broke conversation, “I’ll come with you.” You insisted, “no, no, I’m fine it’s only a few doors down anyways.” He glared at you, but yours won out on him. Tae whined out, “Y/N, let your brother go with you.” You turned your glare to Tae, “I need to do things on my own. I’m almost a 100% better now anyways.”

You slid out to the empty hallway and saw the tall figure walking down and turned at the end of the corridor. You speed walked following as fast as you could with your obnoxious pole. You paused before you rounded the corner, peering over the edge into the empty hallway. You stepped out into the open and frantically moving towards the other end. You were certain he walked this way. A calloused hand emerged from the darkness and clasped around your mouth. His other hand reached for your forearm and ripped out your IV. You screamed under his palm, the warm feeling blood and solution ran down your arm. He sucked you into the dark and drug you through the exit doorway into a cement stairwell.

He forced you up against the wall with his thick forearm blocking your airway. From the impact alone, it was disorienting your vision blacken briefly. When you opened your eyes immediately afterwards, black dots danced in your eyes. You could feel the stiches on your arm ripping, but most importantly your broken ribs felt like razors in your chest. You grasped the arm that was on your neck and dug your nails deep into his skin. This man had every intention to kill you.

You took a good look at him this time, a freckle dotted under his right eye and one eyebrow was partially missing. He must also still be recovering from the accident. With that in mind you removed one of your claws shimming in between the both of you, and dug your thumb into the guys eye. The squishy texture sent goosebumps along your skin, but you didn’t stop until he let up on your throat. He stepped away from you hunching over cradling his eyes.

You caught your breath but didn’t waste time and lunged towards him. You started kicking, beating him to pin him to the floor. He looked up at you with one eye and you screamed, “Who are you? Who sent you?” He didn’t respond knocking you off with a punch across the face. The adrenaline was running through your veins and you were angrier than ever. You kicked him in the stomach and rolled him over to be under you again. You landed a few hits but gained traction and punted you off. He stumbled onto his feet making his way down the staircase.

You weren’t going to let him go without an answer.

You clutched your side sliding on the cement floor but followed him. You sped down the flight of stairs but crashed straight into the wall. Your vision faded to black momentarily and the acid was building up in your throat. You felt like throwing up with a sudden rush of nausea. You panted in a cold sweat as you heard the footsteps of the man get farther and farther and eventually the door to the parking garage open. The silence filled you. You were in so much pain that only silent screams left you.

Your brother watched the clock. It’s been taking longer than it should have for you to grab a sweater. He stood up and went out to check up on you. Tae’s mom insisted on going instead, but he said, “I’m a special agent, Mom. I think I can handle wrestling a sweater.” The hallway was empty no grubby girl with an IV pole in sight. He made his way down to your room, but he opened it to an equally empty space. The private bathroom in the room was unoccupied as well. Goosebumps formed over his flesh, every sense honed into. He just felt it his baby sister was in danger.

He went back into the hallway and down the opposite direction. He looked up and down the halls of the ward for you. As he turned the corner out of a inner hallway he noticed the reflection of a fallen IV pole sticking out the hall. He ran towards it and the clear it got; the IV bag and tubing was leaking solution on the floor. There were specks of all sizes of blood that trailed into a metal exit door.

He slammed open the door with his shoulder. He looked around only to take a second look down the stairwell to see you breathing rapidly with blood soaking your gown. “Y/N!” He skipped every other step and made his way to you. “What happened?” He pulled your head up to look at him, but you could barely keep your eyes open. He picked you up in his arms and raced back up the stairs. He ran down the hall yelling for help. All staff in the hall that wasn’t immediately occupied approached him. They directed him to take you back into your room.

Tae’s mom heard the commotion in the hallway and opened the door to look outside. Her jaw dropped as she saw you in your brother’s arms with your arms limply swinging. She covered her mouth with his hand and yelled, “Y/N!” Taehyung sat up from his bed and stumbled his way behind his mother supporting himself with one arm on the wall. His other arm was in a sling, but he peered over and saw you. His heart dropped seeing you almost lifeless in your brother’s arm. Your brother sped by with a whole medical team trailing towards your room. His mother turned to him and said, “Tae, you shouldn’t be out of bed!” Her voice was unstable as she tried to scold him. She was equally as worried. He tried pushing past her to go to you, but his nurse stopped him. “Sir, she’s going to be taken care of, please return to your bed.” He looked at his mother and struggled back into bed. He knew he couldn’t do anything at the moment. He threw a pillow across the room, he felt truly helpless.

It took the medical staff an hour to stabilize you, but you came back to life. The security in the hospital escalated. Taehyung, in his decrepit state, stayed by your side guarding your room with your brother. The cops, along with Jungkook, questioned both Taehyung and you on the previous accident and today’s accident. As upset as it made Jungkook, he told us they weren’t able to recover anything from the accident. The site was clean. You sighed in relief internally, luckily you had back up documents at the office, credit cards were replaceable, so the only loss was time. Someone was sweeping things under the rug, someone very close to us.

A four days later you were discharged from the hospital, but Taehyung already left since hybrids heal faster. He wasn’t a hundred percent, but he was able to do basic things again without being supervised. He stayed with his mom, not wanting to burden Jimin and Hoseok, since they were busy prepping for the upcoming tour. It was weird living back with his mom, but he realized how much he missed it when she would cook meals for him. Your brother took you back home and was on guard 24/7. You assured him that he shouldn’t worry and it was rare for a criminal to come back for a third attempt. The punk would be stupid to attack again so soon. Your brother requested further time off to take care of you. The workaholic in you kept up with the office by working from home. You kept in contact with Taehyung, updating what little you found out.

A week later, when you weren’t constantly nauseous and could breath normally, you made it back to the office. Your brother couldn’t take off any more time to insist for you to stay home. You took the bus to work and walked in your second home. The receptionist came up to you and hugged you, “I’ve missed you. I’m so glad you’re back. Mr. Kim has been living in his office and the courthouses. He’s trying to catch up on all the cases he’s been behind on. The other lawyers didn’t want to take on his work.” With a scowl you made your way to your desk, greeted by your team. Kibum held onto you, but Krystal peeled him off to get her shy turn at a hug. Once they let you go you left for Tae’s office. You knocked on Taehyung’s door and he answered curtly; he was back to his normal self. You stepped in, also stepping back into your professional attitude as well, you closed the door and called to him. “Mr. Kim, I have the documents and cases you asked for.” He looked up and took them. You looked around noticing the multitude of coffee cups and pillow and blanket on the couch. You looked at him and spoke, “Mr. Kim have you been staying here.” He hummed in response not breaking his concentration on work.

He must’ve let the words go in and out his ears. You knocked on his desk making the tired fox look up at you. “Tae, why are you over working yourself?” Like a melting candle, his scrunched expression softened. The fox whined outstretching his hand towards you. You laughed at his cute antics. You walked around his desk and the suffering fox rested his head on your stomach. He wrapped his arm around your waist clutching to the back of your blazer. He nuzzled his head and in the best way you knew how to comfort him, you combed your fingers through his hair. It was greasy and matted, “how long have you been here?” He mumbled a number into you, truly it didn’t matter, he needed to go home. “Tae, go home. We can take care of it here. I’ve done enough work at home, we will be fine.” An audible growl left him as he pulled away, “no. I have so much to finish.” You brought both of his cheeks into your hands and he brought his to rest at your sides. “We will win, but we’re not going to win if the hero can’t fight his own needs. Go home Taehyung.”

He pulled you into his lap and nuzzled his face into your neck. He traced the edge of his nose up and down your jaw. “Just give me a moment with you. I missed you.” I almost lost you, he spoke internally to himself. You allowed him the time he needed, because you needed this too. You wiped away at his dark circles hoping they would go, but they only got deeper when he smiled. After many back and forth of “five more minutes”, Tae finally went home.

He gripped the frame in his hand, petting over the wooden edges as if it was a cat. From a rumble to a catastrophic roar, he fast balled the memory across the room. The two attendants in the room remained motionless standing at attention with their hands behind their back. His perfectly gelled hair strung out of place as he steadied himself with two open palms on his desk. The rumbling anger of his heart beat fast in his ears. He could feel his instincts brimming. He fought against the memory, but they just clawed at him. Flashes of his mother smiling at him calling him his familiar name, “Bo, my love.” Then flashes of documents, “Sexual Assault and Rape Report.” The print flashed by faster in his mind the more he struggled against it, “hybrid…victim of random circumstance…child was carried to term.” He scratched the surface of his desk leaving imprints and curls of iron in its remain. A sergeant spoke with hesitation, “Sir, we can’t dig Yates out of this one. He was caught with too many witness.” The police chief smoothed back his fallen hair breathing and seething through his teeth. “Get him out!” He paced around the room manically, “it’s all that foxes fault. It’s because of him and his…god forsaken family!”

“It’s been a chaotic drop in the stocks industry ever since Yates arrest. His lawyers spoke out claiming his innocence, and they will pursue any charges full on. Yates was released this morning on bail.” The stream switched to a video of Yates being wheelchaired out of prison. His face was covered by a mask protecting him from the numerous flashes coming from the hungry photographers. The same anchor voices over the video, but you stopped paying attention to her voice. You watched the footage of Yates play his game.

The door of the break room opened followed by the clanking of the coffee pot kissing another mug. Taehyung stirred his cup of coffee until it was appropriate to taste. He picked up his cup and stood shoulder to shoulder next to you. Ever since the accident, you’ve spent more time together. It was more like he was never too far from you, always within his peripheral. The new warmth didn’t distract you from reading the dialogue as the woman chatters on about useless details. You didn’t bother turning to him, “want to go home?” His ears twitched choking on his coffee doing a double take at the insinuation, “what?” You looked over at him brushing his loose bangs behind his human ears, “you’ve caught up on all the other cases, let’s go back to the countryside and find the shelter your parents were at.” Taehyung ran over his schedule in his head brushing his tail on the back of your thigh, “I can only take off this weekend. We can go Friday and come back Sunday night. We’ll be back by Monday.” You nodded, “I’ll bring some work with me too then, we’ll make it a work weekend.” His ear flattened, he wanted to spend time with you as well, not just work the whole time.

Taehyung came by to pick you up bright and early Friday morning. The drive will take two hours but who’s to say about traffic. You wanted to rub your eyes to cast away the sleep, but you already had light makeup on. The handsome fox stepped out of his car with aviators on, but he’s dressed casually wearing jeans and a white button up. You looked down at yourself with the same idea of casual wear being jeans and a white shirt. You joked before greeting him, “should I go change? Were matching.” He laughed taking in the resemblance, “no I think it’ll help me keep track of you.” You scoffed at his jester but forgave him instantly. You truly didn’t want to walk all the way back up the flight of stairs. Like a gentleman, he took your luggage for you placing it in the trunk. You set your messenger bag with your laptop and files on the passenger seat floor and find yourself situating in the seat.

In the first half of the drive you called your parents, wanting to stop by for a short visit, but they were busy. They said they would leave some goodies by the door for us and call again before we would leave. The second half was just chatter over the radio, there wasn’t a dull moment with Tae. You found out more about him. The same comfort and ease we shared as kids came back like there wasn’t a gap in time. The closer we got to our hometown, the chattier Tae became.

We walked down the familiar dirt road, instead this time we were unfamiliar. The air still smelled clean and the acres of farmland around us still bared fruit and vegetation. The trenches we created in the road from our back and forth journeys have filled back up and the road was flat. Taehyung parked away purposely because we thought the road wouldn’t be suitable for vehicles. You watched Tae’s tail flick like a hungry flame behind him. His lip was red from his teeth gnawing at the flesh, making the bud of his lower lip plump to its maximum. You thinned your own and laced your fingers in his bigger hand. Instantly, his hand encased yours and you ran your thumb over his knuckles. You slowed before you came around the bend in the road, “do you want to take another lap around the road?” He squeezed your hand bringing it up to his cheek then his nose for a moment. You flinched a little at his hot breath on the back of your hand. A hot blush was creeping up your neck turning your ears carmine. If this was going to comfort him, you could yield.

“No, let’s go.” He pulled you with him but kept his pace slow and even. Around the corner stood the weathered white house. It stood up against time, as if it was patiently waiting for us to come back to it. The grass in the yard was over grown, the paint on the walls chipped and the windows had at least three inches worth of dust. It was still home. Taehyung smiled towards you, “I was worried I wouldn’t remember this place, but one look and it’s all there.” You couldn’t help returning the expression, so you beamed back at him, “welcome home Tae.”

The picket fence was rusty, but it swung open with a creak and squeak from the unused metal hinges. He switched our hands, making sure he held onto you some way, and fished for the house key his mother handed to him. The key turned in the lock, but it took a grunt and a shove of a shoulder to turn and open.

A cloud of dust fell on you both. You coughed and waved away the dust stepping in after Tae. The house looked untouched. An open crayon box sat on the coffee table and an unfinished drawing next to it. You took Tae’s hand again patting it with your other, “let’s search around and clean it up before it gets dark.” You tested the light switches flicking them and after a few attempts they lit, but they faded not too long after. “We’re going to have to work fast.” You followed Taehyung around the house going through every room. The house was stuck in a time warp of twenty years ago. The furniture and style of the home was outdated. Taehyung’s ears twitched occasionally when he would pick up things, but he would set them back down. He saved his parent’s room for last. He opened the door to a messy room. The closet doors and drawers were open with clothes strung everywhere. Empty picture frames splayed across the bed. Even though you knew exactly what happened, it was hard looking at the mess. She really was in a hurry the day they left. You traced your fingers over the frame picking it to place it back next to the bed side table. Pick up the pieces, and eventually you’ll see the puzzle. You turned back to the stoic fox, his eyes were busy taking everything in. He said nothing the whole time we went through the house.

You came up behind him, gliding your hands through the gap between his arms and sides clutching him tight. “Are you okay?” He removed your hands turning you in his embrace. He brought you into his chest nuzzling against your hair. You were the only familiar scent in this home, everything else felt foreign to him, even if he remembered these walls. The only memories coming back was the one he shared with you and the rest of the fireflies. He spoke into your hair, “thank you for coming with me.” You smoothed your hand up and down his back, “before you thank me, let’s get things done.” He nodded into your hair taking in your scent as much as he could before you go to work. The blush has expanded past your ears for sure.

You set your phone up on the kitchen counter and connected it to Bluetooth and put on cleaning music. Taehyung twitched a brow to you watching your corny dance moves. You swayed to the beat as you tied up your hair into a messy bun. You mouthed along with the lyrics and obnoxiously pointed to him. He hunched over laughing, but soon joined you in a small dance in the living room. With a few beats you bumped the side of yours his hip with his, eliciting giggles out of you both. The house felt alive again. Your parents lent you cleaning supplies, along with some other goodies they left outside their door for you to pick up. You felt like Cinderella sweeping across the floor as Taehyung opened the windows letting light in. Taehyung left momentarily and parked out front bringing our luggage inside. You kept cleaning and by the time the sun set, you were content with the kitchen, living room and one room being cleaned out.

Taehyung was outside cleaning the patio, while you cleaned up the aftermath of tonight’s dinner, two cups of ramen. You cut up some fruit for dessert that your mom gave you earlier. You carried the plate out the door waiting for Taehyung to lay the matt over the low platform. The wood was old and splintering, but with a little love it would come back to life. Taehyung set the latten in the center of the matt and tapped the empty spot next to him.

You adjusted yourself on the soft cloth. Taehyung let the tranquility take over. He laid on his back crossing his forearms to a makeshift pillow under his head, “I haven’t been this relaxed in a while.” In his head he counted the stars but lost track after the twentieth when all the lights in the sky clustered too close together. You bit into an apple savoring the sweet crunch. You looked towards the tree line recounting the many times you’ve played there, where the stream you played in was bone dry. The place you meet Tae. “Tae, do you remember the first day we met?” He hummed in question not hearing you the first time. “do you remember how we met?” Tae inhaled a deep breath leaving it in a heavy sigh, “I really don’t remember it well, but I do remember the night where I told everyone what the stars were. Kids really do believe everything.” I laughed handing him an apple slice, “yeah, we may have been kids, but…it helped me through a lot of times.”

He glanced over to you watching your expression. Because of specs on the lantern, the orange light displayed a disco ball effect on her; like fireflies dancing on her skin. The perk of her nose, the flutter of her lashes, the petals that were her lips all hypnotized him. Her hair was a mess, fly-a-ways sticking out of her messy ponytail, but she looked perfect. The perfect combination of calmness and calamity. He traced the contours of her face with his eyes, mapping out things he’s never had much chance to do before. He wanted…no…needed her to want him too.

With all the experience of partying and dating he had, nothing could compare to the confidence he chalked up now. “You know, Y/N, if you get too comfortable with me, I think I should have you call me Mr. Kim again.”

The soft atmosphere broke, you couldn’t help laughing and hard. It was hilarious now thinking back to Taehyung, you meant Mr. Kim, the stern lawyer in his almighty office. He feigned being upset with your taunting, so he sat up. “What’s so funny Y/N?” A cheeky smile bloomed on his lips as he inched closer. You fell on your back laughing, “sorry Mr. Stern-Lawyer, I guess I am forgetting.” He swooped in tickling your sides violently. You could hardly breath and tears were brimming in your eyes. You placed your hands on his chest pushing him away, “Tae, stop! I can’t—I can’t breathe!” He rested both hands by head giggling to himself as he loomed over you.

Once you could open your eyes clearly enough, the fox above you was staring at you with something else in his eyes. Something you’ve never seen in them before.

He studied your face carefully, he watched your pupils expand and contract. He could hear your heartbeat in his ears. Your lips were parted glossy like dewy petals. You swallowed hard, the position was making your mouth dry. You spoke out breathily, “Tae—.” He dipped down brushing your noses together, you could feel the peach fuzz of his chin rubbing against yours. He nudged your noses together causing you to arch your head back. He watched your lips move with his name on them. His elbows caved down and caged you in even further bringing your hands to your chest. His body heat radiated to yours. A low content purr grumbled in his throat as his tail stiffened. He whispered your name against your lips, before he pecked lightly. The heat from him started a fire in your stomach. He came back for more, kissing you soft but hard each time. Your hands slid up cupping his neck and cheek tangling in his hair, anything to bring him further into the kiss. You could feel the rumbles of his purr from your hand on his neck.

You had to pull away for a breath of air, but he couldn’t wait long, so he began peppering kissing around your face. Once on each eye, each cheek, your forehead, then nose appreciating all of you. I had to, “Mr. Kim, this isn’t appropriate office behavior.” He kissed you again, and again seconds melted into minutes. He took your breath away.

He pulled away from your bruising lips looking you directly in the eyes, “I’ve made up my mind, don’t call me that…ever….” I slapped his chest laughing, he was insufferable. He pecked my lips one more before he flopped on his back sighing in relief. You didn’t quite catch what he said, but it sounded similar to the word, “mine.” His. The both of you were flushed, but you were especially nervous to look at him. He laced his fingers with yours and his tail tickled your thigh. The music playing from your phone filled the atmosphere with lyrics, even though they weren’t our own, they said everything for us.

Under the fireflies, this moment was more than perfect.

You cleared out some space in the living room and laid out your sleeping bags. We couldn’t trust any of the mattresses. We eyed eachother blushing occasionally thinking back to the kiss before. You crawled into your sleeping back, letting him turn off the lantern. The fireflies were dancing in your stomach. You fell asleep and somewhere through the night the bags came together, and our hands intertwined. It was admittedly the best sleep he’s ever had.

In the early hours of the morning you’re at the kitchen table typing away at your laptop and Taehyung rested his head on your shoulder reading the open webpage. “We should head out soon.” He nodded passing you a quick breakfast, more ramen. Within thirty minutes you were on the road, we drove forty-five minutes to get there. “Riverwood County Shelter,” the words read out boldly on the sign in their lawn before Taehyung turned into the parking lot of the dreadful looking building. The town was nice, but there was something off. Maybe it was the clear bias towards this place? No, it felt too quiet.

You looked over to Tae before you went inside, “if you want me to go inside I can, you can wait in the car.” He shook his head, “no, I want to see the place my parents grew up.” Taehyung held open the door for you, immediately leading into a receptionist lobby. A woman with glasses hanging low on her nose sat behind the curved desk. She typed away at her computer and slowly blinked up towards us. She did not want to be here, that was for sure. Taehyung approached the desk, “Hello, we’re from—.” You stepped harshly on Taehyung’s toe. A huff left him along with a deep grunt, he side eyed you full of questions. You took over conversation, “hello, were looking for a…baby to adopt. I can’t have children of my own and I always wanted to have a child with my husband.” You wrapped Taehyung’s hand in yours and brought his hand up to your lips. You pretended to blink away tears. The woman at the receptionist desk blinked back at you slowly. Taehyung seemed to catch on halfway, “My wife and I really want a fox hybrid. Something that would look like me, maybe.” The woman began typing shortly then stood up, “let me get the file and ask my manager if they’re letting people observe today. I’ll be right back.” She picked up an empty clipboard and pen disappearing down a nearby hallway.

You waited for her footsteps to fade before you rounded the desk taking her seat. Taehyung harshly whispered, “what are you doing Y/N?” You brushed hair off your shoulder, “hush, be on the lookout. Warn me if she’s coming back.” You jammed the USB into the monitor and went to town on their database. His eyes were working a thousand miles per hours, “when did you bring that?” You raised your brow at him, “there’s a lot you don’t know about me Tae.” A smirk crossed his face cheekily leaning on the table, “a man should know his wife.”

You willed away the blush crossing your cheeks and searched through their outdated system. You transferred the files of employees from twenty years ago, hoping it would give some intel about the people who knew his parents. You pulled out your phone bringing up the two long numbers that his mother gave you. Their ID numbers. A young photo of his mother popped up and in big read letters above the biographic information read, “MISSING.” You searched for his father’s data, but your fingers stopped typing on the keyboard when footsteps approached in the hall.

Taehyung winked at you, “leave it to me, honey.” He walked towards the receptionist, “you were able to convince your manager, right? My wife…she’s really been upset with the whole infertile thing. I can’t live with the anger anymore or the tears.” He spewed out the first things that came to his mind, using his years of practice as a lawyer to spin a believable story. Your fingers flew across the keys. You unplugged the USB and shoved it into your pocket tucking it deep. You closed all the documents back to what it originally was and stood leaning against the desk attempting to look distressed. “Dear, you know what I don’t want to look today. I don’t think I can handle it.” Taehyung came running up to your side, “but honey.” You held up your hand twisting your face up as if you were going to cry, “no…I can’t.” You pushed through the doors to hear a belated sorry towards the receptionist from Tae. You both got in the car and drove away.

Back at home you pulled out your laptop again and plugged in the USB immediately. Taehyung sat next to you watching the new information load in multitude of files. You passed him the laptop allowing him to go over the info first. He put on his glasses reading the information intently. When he scrolled past a photo of his father he stayed on it studying the face. “I honestly don’t remember his face besides the one in the photo. He was gone a lot as a kid. He looks so much like I do here.” You leaned into his side resting your chin on his shoulder, “look he has the same freckle on his nose like you.” You booped his nose right on the freckle. He rubbed his nose, “I guess we really do look alike.”

He opened file after file, you ended up working longer than expected. You missed the timing to go over to your parents for dinner. You opted to make a small meal, something besides ramen. You were prepping when he called you back over to the laptop. “Hon—Y/N, look tell me you see what I see?” The image of the man before you was familiar, but without his signature trademark. Under the security guard’s employee archive, was the face of a brutish man, but he lacked the scars on his face. As you leaned in forward your hand almost slipped and missed the table, “isn’t that the police chief? Police chief Archer...Robert Archer?”

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.|take no prisoners

The Garleans had spared no expense in destroying the village.

Wooden beams had fallen and toppled houses. Ash covered every inch of land, with people wailing in the streets over their dead loved ones. A woman cradled a small child in her arms and howled her grief, her fingers curled into the little boy’s shirt with his eyes wide and unseeing. His face was gray with soot, blood streaking his cheeks.

Laelia’s breath had stopped up in her throat as she took in the razing before her, some of it still burning and smoking. Her bag full of medical supplies felt slack in her hand before someone touched her back, urging her forward. It was the woman to whom the Decurio had laid claim, hardly more than glorified slave that he kept with him in the camp. She was beautiful but well old enough to be a mother, with eyes gray like the sky after it rained and hip-length hair that flowed like water over her shoulders.

“Medicus,” she had whispered as she entered Laelia’s chambers, gently touching the woman’s arm and startling her awake.

“Mi Kyong,” Laelia mumbled, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. The woman was weeping, her small and calloused hands trembling as she grasped at the medicus’s blanket. “What’s wrong? What is it?”

“Forgive me,” the woman wept, bowing her head. “I would not wake you if I did not know... that you help my people. Please. Decurio Silanus has acted without orders. I heard him talking about it-- a sudden attack on a village nearby--”

Mi Kyong’s voice cracked as delicately as a harp string when she mentioned the village. Laelia was fully awake at that point, glancing towards her door to make sure no one was pacing by it before gently taking the Doman woman’s hands in hers and leaning down to make eye contact. She was nearly old enough to be Laelia’s own mother, with kind and haunted eyes.

“There are no doctors there,” Mi Kyong whispered.

“How do you know? They have no medical aid?”

“Medicus... it is my village. I was the doctor, before they took me away and to this place. Please... They need help. I am sorry. I am so sorry to ask this of you. But I know that you are kind. I know you see the senselessness in all of this. Please. Please, help my people.”

“Will the Decurio notice that you’re away?” Laelia was speaking quickly, quietly, tossing her blankets off as she stood to dress herself in something that she could move easily and silently in. “How large is the village?”

“Not very. There are a hundred people there, at most. I... Will he notice that I’m away?”

“Mi Kyong - doctor - if there is an emergency, then I need all hands on deck. Can you come with me?”

There was a flicker in the Doman woman’s stormy eyes as she looked up at the pale-haired medicus. How long had it been since anyone had called that woman doctor? She had the eyes of one, the hands of one. When Laelia spoke to her, asked her to help, it seemed as if she’d burst into tears again. Slowly, though, the Doman took a deep breath and nodded her head slowly.

“We will have a few hours before he notices. He’s celebrating his... victory. I don’t think he’s going back to the village. He said something... He’s sure that they’re all dead, or that they will be by dawn, at least. It’s not far, even by foot. Can you smell the smoke?”

Laelia paused, glancing towards the window she’d kept closed. It was a cold Doman winter, and she needed all the heat she could get in the drafty building they’d given her and her team to work and live out of. As they spoke, she was pulling on a thick coat and looking for a spare. She knew the Decurio preferred to keep the woman thinly dressed, though often she was kept in a warm tent as it was with furs to lay in. Her old coat - one she had worn all through medical school - was the one she unearthed, tossing it to the doctor.

“You can borrow some of my clothes if it’s easier. Grab a pair of boots. We have work to do, Doctor.”

Laelia forced her feet to move, starting in a jog and building up to a sprint as she assessed the village as quickly as possible. Mi Kyong wasn’t far behind. Both of the women’s ears were filled with the sound of anguished wailing and the sound of wood cracking and crumbling to the ground. A scream came from one of the buildings still burning, and Laelia inhaled sharply, whipping around to see what had happened.

A mother and father stood outside of the small shack, shouting, as a large piece of wood fell onto a little girl nearly completely covered in ash from head to toe. Laelia’s hand clamped over her mouth, and she was about to start sprinting to the building when the sound of galloping hooves entered the fray. Mi Kyong grabbed Laelia’s arm, yanking her back to avoid being trampled by the group of a dozen horses entering the fray.

“Attend to the injured!” shouted a man atop the horse leading the charge. He was donned in Garlean armor. Laelia recognized him; A Decurio, though not the one who had captured Mi Kyong. He was one of Doman descent who had been conscripted into the military almost as soon as Garlemald took control of Doma. “We’ll go and gather the survivors.”

“Decurio...” Mi Kyong said weakly.

“Hurry!” the man said loudly, over the roar of panic and fire. The doctors needed no further urging. From the back of four of the horses came a couple more medics and nurses, and they flanked the doctors as the women took off.

It was a grueling night of hard, bloody work. People had lost limbs, been burned to the point of being disfigured on their arms and legs and cheeks by the flames. Some of them had been beaten for daring trying to fight back against the Garlean invaders. Laelia was sweating bullets as she worked in the hot village. The fire seemed to have no end; no building was left standing after the first three hours of being set aflame.

It was hard to ignore how good a doctor Mi Kyong was, even in the chaos. She was as quick and as efficient as Laelia, if not moreso. Garlemald would have done better conscripting her to a medicus position rather than a pretty thing to keep the Decurio company. When she pulled up her hair, Laelia noted a small tattoo of the Garlean flag behind her ear, along with a number beneath it that looked like it had been branded onto her, like cattle. It made the young Garlean’s heart ache to see it, made her feel sick to her stomach. To what end did her people do this? Power? Control? Cleansing the world of false gods? Surely they needn’t go so far. Surely they needn’t have hurt these innocent people, stolen everything from them... just because they could.

“Why are you helping us?” one man groaned as Laelia leaned over him, looking at his bruised and bleeding lips. Makeshift IV stands were everywhere, made out of sticks and wooden poles.

“Because this is senseless,” Laelia had replied quietly as she worked on stitching up his arm where he gotten a nasty gash from falling architecture and applying medicine to the burns on his hands, wrapping them tightly and quickly. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything my people have done to you.”

“You’d be better to just let us die,” the man said, steely eyes glaring up at Laelia. “They’ll take our children, our wives-- all of us. They’ll kill us or they’ll force us to fight for them. You’re sentencing us to hell.”

Laelia was silent, staring down at the wound she was stitching. He was right, wasn’t he? Was death a preferable fate to the one the Garleans would deliver to them come dawn? For a moment, her hands started to tremble. What else could she do? What was she supposed to do? Would it be better to ask the sudden influx of legionaries to just slaughter these people, free them from fighting against their own people and subjugating them, too? Pale eyes lifted to the conscripted Doman helping his men rescue people from the rubble, shouting orders and carrying children over to the small area they were using to attend to the wounded. Some of the people were already dead and passed on when they were rescued, wide eyed and covered in ash, coating their hair and tear-stained cheeks as they stared up what would have been a starry sky were it not for all the smoke polluting the view.

“The kami will protect us.”

A weak voice came from beside them, to a woman who was laying on a hand-woven blanket. Mi Kyong had already attended to her; her worst problem seemed to have been with smoke inhalation, and she was pale, but she wasn’t coughing anymore. She turned her head to look at Laelia and the man, smiling in what seemed like a delirious kind of daze.

“They’ve not protected us for a long time,” the man spat, venom dripping with every vowel. “What makes you think that will change now?”

“There are ways to escape,” Laelia said, her voice soft. “To get you out of here. Kugane, or somewhere in Hingashi... Even Eorzea...”

“Do you think you can move a village of a hundred people without your bosses noticing, girl? I thought Garleans were supposed to be bright. And loyal. What good are you to the Garleans if you can’t even be loyal to them? You’re going to go back and stitch up their soldiers come morning so they can continue this war you called senseless!” the man barked, and suddenly Laelia felt so small. She had never felt so small while a patient was under her care; tiny, and ashamed, and unable to tell him that he was wrong.

“You’re nothing more than a coward and a lapdog,” he added with a sneer. “My son is dead! My son died because one of your Decurios got the idea to come and burn a village who has always given them so much of our own supplies that some weeks, we’d be starving, because we were missing a little this week. Are you proud to serve these people?”

“No,” Laelia said suddenly, meeting the man’s eyes. “No. I’m not. But there is much for me to lose from running from them, sir. They could kill me. They could kill my family.”

“I hope they do. I hope you know the sting of it all-- the sting of losing your freedom and your loved ones. But you never will. Look at you, the picture of Garlean heritage. You will never know the pain we have known, little girl.”

“That’s enough.” Mi Kyong’s voice rang out just as Laelia’s lips were parting in shock at the man’s words, and he turned his head to look at the older woman, his eyes widening in surprise.

“Doctor...”

“Medicus Caelius came here with no hesitation when I told her what had happened, at great risk to herself. I begged her to come and save my people and she did with no questions asked but how to find you all. You’re wrong, Kaito. She has everything to lose if her people find out that she helps the enemy-- the savages of the Far East.”

The chaos had slowed some, with most everyone tended to. Another medicus was taking a list of the dead with a nurse as his assistant while the legionaries were writing down the names of those who had been affected and attacked. The Decurio’s brow was furrowed as he looked over the village, hand on the hilt of his sword and the fabric hanging over the front of his armor flapping in the winter breeze. How had he known to come?

The man who Laelia had been attended to was silenced at Mi Kyong’s words, clearly more affected by hers than that of a Garlean’s. The Doman woman followed Laelia’s gaze to the Decurio clearly deep in thought.

“I told him, too. We aren’t of the same village, but his was a neighboring one. Garlemald took it and all of the hale and healthy people from it as conscripts when they first invaded. He told me he knew of Decurio Silanus’ plan... I suppose it wasn’t spur of the moment. He and his men have been trying to figure out a way to evacuate this village. There’s no time to waste now, either,” she added in a murmur, glancing up at Laelia before looking back down at the woman she was working on disinfecting the burns of.

“Is he one of the rebel fighters?” Laelia asked quietly, and Mi Kyong smiled a little at her before nodding her head once.

“We have them, in Garlemald’s own infantry. We need people with inside information, people who are close to the higher-ups, if Doma is to ever be liberated. Brawn alone won’t win the battle.” There was a pause, Mi Kyong seeming to be weighing her own words. “You could help us, Laelia. You’ve the ear and trust of many of the high-ranking men and women in the Garlean military. They might even listen to you, if you speak up.”

“They might,” she echoed, weakly. “They just might.”

Laelia’s whole body felt heavy when she and Mi Kyong finally returned to the military camp, just before dawn broke. Mi Kyong bathed quickly in Laelia’s quarters to rid herself of the smoke and ash clinging to her hair and skin before returning to the tent to wait for Decurio Silanus. The Doman Decurio had stayed back with his men. They had plans of moving the Doman village to Kugane over the next few days with the help of rebel fighters.

“Garlemald will be taking no prisoners, here,” the Decurio had said, smiling as he patted the head of the little girl whom he’d rescued from the burning home. “We’ll get you all to safety. You have my word.”

She knew she’d done the right thing. Even still, the words of her patient echoed in her head on repeat.

Coward. Coward. Coward. Lapdog. You will never known the pain we have known. Coward!

“Coward,” she whispered to herself as she sunk into bed. She couldn’t even agree to Mi Kyong’s proposition of helping the rebels. She was afraid of what would become of her, too afraid to really do innocent people any good other than forcing them to live another day under the thumb of her people. Tears clung to her eyelashes as she closed her eyes, and they rolled down her cheeks onto her thick comforter that she’d pulled up to her chin.

Garlemald could be better. It didn’t have to be like this. Reform was possible. The slaughter and subjugation didn’t need to continue. But would it? Was hoping in reform and doing nothing in the process enough? She didn’t think it was. There would come a time where she would have start raising her voice in protest, but she had always been so soft-spoken, even meek.

As she struggled to fall asleep and only dropped off due to exhaustion and grief over the people that had been lost in the razing of the village, she wondered if she would ever be able to take the stand for what she knew was right.

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feral-nights · 6 years

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CH IV: The Beasts of an Elf

Trigger Warning: This story contains graphic violence, including castration. You’ve been warned.

“Ah, Thero’shan. There you are, I have been searching for you for days.” A tall, elvish figure spoke out gruffly. With a sigh, he continued. “I fear that you spend too much time with beasts, Shaythis. It can lead you down a dangerous path.”

The man was seemingly disregarded by the girl he was addressing. A bored and nonchalant expression crossed her face as she reclined against two impressively large frostsabers, Neis’ta and Ygos’ta respectively. “Shan’do Sagebough, you always harp on me about this dangerous path I walk. ‘Oh, you’ll lose your mind and become more beast than elf!’ You always yell whenever you find me bonding with my new family.” The gaunt elf mumbled. “It was you who even showed me this path.”

With an irritated grumble the elderly druid stepped forward to grab his Thero by her cloak and pull her up to her feet and away from her frostsaber ‘family’. “Listen here, I found you dashing through the forests blind as a damned bat! You attacked everything that you came across… Including me!” He shoved her back a few paces. “And ever since I started training you, you’ve just become more and more wild. More uncontrollable! You lack balance, Shaythis!”

Shaythis recoiled from the shove, letting out a low and beastial growl. “Balance? Shan’do all you’ve gone on about is balance! You’ve yet to teach me anything useful! It is all, respect the wilds this, listen to their call that! You’ve preached how to live in the woods, and went on about things that I already fucking know! You act as if I am some inexperienced child, a novice who has not lived amongst the land for thousands of years!” with a snarl, the blindfolded druidess in training stepped forward to return the shove against her Shan’do, forcing him back with a surprising amount of force and toppling him over onto his back. “Do you know what the wild’s tell me, Nedris?” she snapped, as the two hulking sabers prowl forward to stand protectively in front of their surrogate child, a low grumble in each of their throats as a warning to the man.

“What is it that you hear then, Shaythis?” Nedris questioned with a raised brow from his position upon the snowy ground.

As she planted her heels into the frozen earth and squatted down behind her overprotective ‘parents’ she retorted in a sharp tongue. “They tell me that you know nothing, they can show me the way faster and better than you can. They’ve granted me the vision to know this to be true, that you are nothing but a senile old fool.”

Nedris took in a deep breath as he slowly rose up to stare down at his Thero’shan. “It was against the advice of the others that I took you in as my student. They warned me that you were unstable when I had brought you to the glade. But I insisted that I could help you, that you could be helpful to our cause. The potential you showed in your ability to survive and thrive on your own with such a disability.” He gestured to her blindfold, more for his own satisfaction rather than hoping that she’d see his motion. With an adjustment of the darkened knuckle claws that sat atop his hands her stared her down. “I would advise rethinking your next action, Shaythis. I have walked this path thrice the length of your entire life, and I still have my eyes intact.” he snorted, showing no qualms in returning the acidic remarks to her. “Now come along, we’ve some more lessons to go over today. By my count, a week's worth!” he chortled, stepping closer to his student to grab her by the cloak and tug her along down the snowy path. “Must that damned cloak be the only thing you wear, girl?” he huffed in clear displeasure at her apparent lack of clothing, save for the heavy cloth cloak that encompassed her body and a loose slash that held a small feline carving underneath.

“Considering that it is all that I have left, Shan’do. Yes, the weather does not bother me though, as my family has done well to keep me warm.” she replied in a far less hostile tone, stumbling along the frostbitten path she was being lead down.

As the pair walked several miles down the path, Nedris glanced over his shoulder with a frown. “I dislike how those two follow us. It is not natural for frostsabers to wander this far away from their hunting grounds. I know not how you did it, but such a sight greatly disturbs me Shaythis.”

“An’da and Min’da shouldn’t concern you, Shan’do. They merely wish to see to my safety… They’re curious, that is all.” she cooed, offering a wave of her hand back towards the two colossal beasts that followed in their footsteps, taking care as to not walk directly on the path, nor be too close to the two elves.

Eventually Nedris and his student, Shaythis would make their way to a frozen waterfall at the other end of Winterspring; the land of eternal frost. “Alright, Shaythis. Like we’ve done countless times I want to see how far up these falls you can get before slipping down.” he pointed up the steep, unforgiving slope of Hyjal. And with a sigh, the girl would let the large cloak fall free from her body, exposing her bare to the frigid environment. Her body was riddled with countless scars with the most noticeable being the three large gouges on her right side from where she had been clawed by a Frostsaber. As she flexed her slowly deteriorating form, the olive green, thorny vines that encompassed her body as a extensive and intricate web of tattoos seemed to writhe about. A snarl left her lips before she dashed off towards the falls, bounding up the slick ground and digging her nails into the permafrost and black ice. With loud breaths she scaled up to the actual mountain side where she went about pressing her naked body against it to begin clambering up the cliff face.

“Shaythis! Watch out for the-!” Nedris called out to try and warn her of a buildup of snow that hung several inches away from any solid rock, but by the time he managed the words her hand had grasped onto it and caused the snow to break apart, toppling the elf several feet down the mountain until she crashed hard into the frozen fall and slid down. “Thero’shan!” he cried out again as he rushed to his pupil’s side and held her up in his lap, draping her with the cloak. With a long prayer muttered, the old druid’s hands flashed green, grass and flowers sprouted amongst the earth to be consumed by the cold as he channeled his essence into healing his student’s injuries. Such a spell would leave him drained and out of energy as his student came back to consciousness and turned her head towards him.

“I didn’t need your help, Shan’do.” she muttered, pushing herself off and away from Nedris and casting the cloak aside.

“That is your problem, Shaythis. You think that you can do everything on your own, you refuse to take any form of assistance from others and that is a bad mindset to have. I do not know if it stems from your recent loss, or if it is something that runs much deeper but this behavior needs to stop.”

A low snarl left the blind elf as she snapped back towards her Shan’do, baring her recently sharpened teeth. A feature that caught Nedris with a gasp of worry and confusion. Unsure if she had filed away her front teeth down to points or if such a change occurred through magic. “Thero’shan….” he muttered out, still in shock at the sight. With a deep breath, Nedris calmed himself. Resolve forming in his body as he took a single step forward. “I am sorry, Shaythis. I have failed you.”

“Failed? /Shan’do/ you have not failed me, you’ve shown me the path!” she thrust her arms out to each side, exclaiming. “If it was not for you, I would still be blind and afraid! You made me what I am today, Shan’do and for that I should thank you.” Her words boomed out over the frozen landscape as Nedris kept walking forward, one hand hiding behind his back. Closing the distance he’d place one hand on his blind students shoulder to inform her of his close presence.

As the ancient elf’s hand placed itself against Shaythis’ bare shoulder, a blood curdling snarl echoed through the trees. The two frostsabers that had been following them began dashing forth, swiftly closing the distance! In a flash, there was the wet sound of knife piercing flesh. In that flash, two bodies hit the now blood stained snow with a thud. “MIN’DA!” she shouted in a surprised rage. The female frostsaber, Neis’ta… ‘Min’da or Mother’ as Shaythis would call her lay on top of Nedris. Her massive body and weight forcing the wind out of the old man’s lungs. His ribs cracked from the force of impact, collar bone fractured by the dagger like claws pressing into his shoulders. The massive fangs mere centimeters away from the man’s shocked face.

The dying eye’s of the cat were the last thing that Nedris would see before the world before him went black. A skull cracking ‘Thwap!’ The tree branch crashed so hard against the man’s forehead that the wood splintered and cracked.

With scrambling feet, Shaythis moved away from the face of her unconscious mentor and to the side of Neis’ta. “Shhh.” she cooed as she pushed her surrogate mother off of her teacher and his blade. Her hand moved to press against the cat’s deep wound, her body trembled. Blood, there was so much blood. Wet, warm blood. Pooling in the snow, staining the fur, covering her hand and bare body as she shifted to press herself against Neis’ta. The druidess’ hands flashed a bright, natural green several times over the next few minutes as she tried desperately to save her companion. “Min’da… No.” She cried out, sobbing tearless cries as she tried first calling out to the wilds to help her save the cat, then she tried forcing them, bending them to her will in vain. But the forests would not respond to her pleas, only greeting her with the deafening silence. Ignoring her, in her most desperate time. “AAAAAAGH!” she roared into the night sky, bringing her blood soaked hands up to her face. Her nails dug into the flesh as she pulled down, mixing her purple tinged blood with the red from the great beast’s before her. Streams of this dark mixture fell from her face as bloody tears now fell from her recently, reinjured eyes. Her grief and despair turned into a blind rage.

The voice that once told her to survive resurfaced in her mind. This time it spoke to her in a darker tone. “It is not your place to heal, no it is your place to take vengeance. Exact upon them the pain they’ve struck upon you… RIP AND TEAR!” it barked out, a demon entirely fabricated by her broken mind commanded. “I will guide you.” it reassured the girl.

“No!” Shaythis snapped her head in the direction of the other saber. “He doesn't deserve such a fate, An’da.” she snarled. Ygos’ta in turn, ceased his motion of preparing to bite the head off of Nedris for killing his mate, a growl of protest rumbled from his throat before he slinked back in understanding and agreement.

“You will have your time, An’da.” She sickly cooed, forcing herself up and away from Neis’ta and shambling towards her unconscious shan’do. Falling to her knees before him, she placed her hands upon the man and felt around, searching for not only the knives he bore, but anything else that she could use. From his hands, she pulled away leather, fingerless gloves. On top of them, each sat a dull moonsteel disk, three curved claws protruding from the leading edge. After sliding them onto her own hands she tore away the fur kilt he wore. His belt with various pouches would suit her nicely, herbs and other supplies to hold her through the rest of the winter. His leather wrappings of boots, easily refitted by rewrapping everything as well. Eventually the man was naked on the snow and her time for revenge would be upon both of them.

With the time passing quickly as she set up, her Shan’do would begin to stir and awaken. At the outside of his knees, pressed right up against the flesh stood stakes. Buried deep within the ground so they would not budge. His wrists tied off with sharp briar to more stakes. Testing his bonds, Nedris tried to wiggle about, back and forth. His legs painfully stretched against the stakes at his knees with two more stakes down at the inside of his ankles. “Shaythis! Let me go, this instant! You’re making a grave mistake.” he hissed as he continued to struggle about until a sickening crunch filled his ears. A short yelp left the man’s throat before being snuffed out by the spew of bile that had risen as a result of the sudden and insurmountable pain that overcame him from the snapping of his knee. The joint, forced outwards to the side against the stake twitched uncontrollably, the leg, only attached by flesh, found itself at a near right angle around the stake from its breakage.

“Oh yes, Shan’do! I just love to feel you squirm… Does it hurt?” She hissed before dashing her hand upwards, claws first towards Nedris’ groin. Nails roughly digging into the grundle before ripping forward and effectively hand scooping out his genitals in short, jerky movements. “Good, I am glad it hurts.” She hissed after she finished the scooping motion, harshly throwing her handful towards a nearby tree. There was a splatter, and a squish before the sounds of a beast eating meat came out, masked by the ear splitting screams of agony.

Ygos’ta growled and snarled as he devoured the scraps that were thrown to him, perhaps himself reveling in the cruel revenge, or simply being a beast of instinct.

“Enjoy An’da.” the blind elf hissed out towards the large frostsaber before moving forward on Nedris’ body, her hand extending up to cusp his jaw. Clawed fingers jabbed inward, her pointed hand extending under his chin and poking out of his mouth. “A quick death does not befit you, do’rodne” The elf growled, yanking her hand back to the sickening ripping and popping noise of Nedris’ jaw being pulled out of joint, the muscle and tendon being shredded and the lower half of his face being held on only by skin.

A snarl left Shay’s gullet as she continued to yank and pull on her Shan’do’s dislocated jaw, at this point the man had all but passed out, or expired. With this realization, Shaythis gave off an irritated roar and lunged back. Her master’s jaw still in hand as she recoiled, stomping a foot down on his throat, the jaw released from its body and ripped forward with a wet, scritching sound as excess flesh came with it. What remained of Nedris’ tongue flopped about, having been torn in half from the removal of his jaw. Another piece discarded to the ground.

“I curse you to never find peace in the afterlife, Nedris. May you walk this land forevermore, lost, confused and as angry as I. May you share my pain and my sorrow. My rage, my loss and with my damnation I will seek to damn you.”

The elf’s damning words seemed to haunt the frozen wastes, her curse taking hold amongst the wailing winds and whipping snow blasts. With a blizzard seeming to pick up in response to her hatred, the land itself matching her feeling as she disappeared into the snowdrift. Ygos’ta trailing behind. Nedris’ jaw seeming to have vanished with the pair while the rest of his mutilated body was left for the scavengers to claim.

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