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nnnyxie · 7 months

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CAN’T WAIT ANY LONGERRR

So this one is angsty (if you squint) basically reader is Bakugos little sibling (by like a year or two to not make it weird) and they grew up together…And this is kinda mean!Izu x reader but whatever

Izu one day just randomly reflects on Bakugos bullying and is like well fuck him and decides to date his younger sibling to fuck with Bakugo as ‚revenge‘

Failing to inform them he was only dating them to fuck with their brother. He‘s still doting and sweet and oh so loving(he also failed to realize he fell for reader fr)…and on one random Tuesday they just overhear him speaking about it like on the phone to his friends being like „yeah Kacchan is totally pissed it worked like a charm“

Reader absolutely breaks down and runs to Kacchan for comfort because big brother is always the solution🤞 so then Izu dosen’t even realize and tries talking to reader and they just cut all contact and Izu panics and realizes what he feels for them but it‘s too late hehe. (I need some sort of happy ending for reader😭)

Bonus ofcourse would be lots and lots of groveling before they eventually restart, or reader moves on if you‘re not the second chance type..revenge is always the answer🫶🏻 idk both ends would be cute Idk when I turned into an angst Whore I used to be a fluff addict😞 #𖢥 izuku anon

SOBS!!! DRAMATICALLY THROWS MYSELF ONTO THE FLOOR!!!! CLAWS AT MY ENCLOSURE!!!!

i’m not much of a second chance person when it comes to this stuff but……. i like fluff……. so we shall see how the ending goes…….. it’s a wild card for the both of us???

(ps there is swearing bc it’s me…) (pps i did add a part where he said ‘fuckin with my blood’ but i originally had like— an adopted sibling in mind?? so just read however you’d like!!) (ppps i added some comfort from our girlies and kiri bc i LOVE them)

for this we’re gonna pretend like the boys have had no progress in friendship and that they HATE each other with a passion and that season 6 didn’t happen!! AND that they’re in their second year while you, darling reader, are a first year at UA!!

okay so. despite katsuki being such an asshole and probably the most difficult person to deal with— he has such a soft spot for his little sibling!!

he makes it known that if anyone fucks with you— he’ll beat them worse than they could ever imagine. you thought his normal threats were bad? oh sweetheart, these are far worse!! he’ll go into solid detail and even give ‘warning’ hits.

enter izuku, your longtime crush. ever since you were kids, you have always liked him. loved him, even. you admire how ambitious he is and how far he’s come.

izuku was dense about your crush at first, in all honesty. it wasn’t until he overheard your conversation with katsuki in the dorm stairs one day!!

it was something along the lines of “you can’t love that nerd!” “but i do! and if he feels the same i don’t want you ruining this for me!” “you’re too good for him! plus you’re too young to date anyways!” “katsuki, i’m not a baby anymore! look— if he ends up rejecting me then i’ll tell you. and you can do whatever you want, okay?” “okay. and if he accepts then, i’ll punch him too.” “katsuki no—”

izuku usually isn’t the type for petty revenge but— katsuki has hurt him for long enough. so this would be a great way to get back at him, right..?

now let’s dive into izuku’s little plan—

like i said before, he isn’t one to do this sort of thing. he really isn’t but— katsuki just… fuels a fire in him that he can’t put out.

izuku thought this little idea was crazy (it is), so he confided in someone about it— can you guess who?? wanna know who??? the one and only…

kaminari denki!!

that is correct, he confides in kaminari. see— izuku doesn’t tell kaminari that the person is katsuki’s little sibling.

izuku just tells him “i want to piss this guy off by dating their younger sibling but, i feel like that’s crazy…” and kaminari says “nah dude, if that person is a piece of shit then i say go for it. i mean— if they’re shitty then their sibling probably is too!”

which is very incorrect— you and katsuki aren’t alike.

well— you are?? but also aren’t??? if that makes sense

anyways… izuku was STUPID and took his advice.

so— izuku enacts his plan. he’ll fake confess to you, in front of katsuki. it has to be in front of him. he’ll date you for a bit to make katsuki mad, lead you on a little, then break up with you. easy peasy right?

wrong.

first off, he did confess in front of katsuki but, katsuki punched him right in the face.

second, when you accepted his confession, katsuki punched him again. this time in the stomach.

but hey— anything for petty revenge… ig…?

anywhooo y’all get into a relationship!! and it’s a dream for you, truly. you’re with the person you’ve been in love with for basically your entire life!! and that person loves you back!!!

literally everyone is jealous because you’re the couple. the blueprint. the outcome. the relationship. (or so you and the others thought….)

the relationship is… healthy? i mean, it is healthy if you ignore the fact that izuku is doing this all to piss off katsuki!!

and oh my god— katsuki is fucking angry. he’s always ‘mean mugging’ izuku. he isn’t doing anything,,, physical because you chewed him out for it. like— you really laid into him when he punched izuku. and you had a very lengthy talk with him. so, he’s keeping his hands to himself— for now.

okay moving on from that??? kaminari doesn’t put two and two together when izuku starts dating you— as much as i love him, he isn’t the brightest bulb in the box! yes he’s smart but c’mon……..

which actually brings me to how you found out!!!

so……. one day you and izuku are just walking down the hall to go to his room, y’all planned a cute movie night!!! (which he was really looking forward to) when the lovely kaminari denki comes strolling up to him.

“hey dude! how’s that revenge thing going? it’s been what?? eight?? months— you piss off the guy yet? is he totally mad that you’re with his sibling?” kaminari had the widest grin— he’s so dumb, bless his heart.

“izuku, what does he mean?” “i— kaminari, i don’t—” “huh? he’s dating some guy’s sibling to piss him off cause the dude’s a total piece of shit and i thought maybe the dude’s sibling was shi—” “kaminari! stop it!” izuku slapped his hand over the blonde’s mouth. all you could say was ‘oh’ then you ran towards katsuki’s room, hoping he’d be in there.

“wait— was— was the guy katsuki and the sibling was them!?” kaminari shouted in surprised (jfc…). izuku sighed with a nod. “dude you fucked up. like really fucked up. they were a total hottie?? and super cool?? plus katsuki is gonna be really pissed.” “i know…”

izuku felt so guilty because he was genuinely beginning to fall for you— like seriously!! he’s in love with you and now everything is ruined. i mean, he knew he’d have to tell you at some point because, no relationship should be built on lies but still !!

when you told your brother— he felt beyond pissed, angry, furious, etc. his emotions were indescribable. katsuki genuinely wanted to kill izuku. yeah, he’s always said ‘i’ll kill you’ but it’s not like he ever actually meant it.

but this time—

he really did mean it. he felt like he could commit murder.

“outside.” katsuki grabbed izuku by the collar of his shirt and dragged him through the dorms.

“wait— kacchan just let me explain!” he panicked, he wanted to tell katsuki that he did love you. that his intentions weren’t good at first but his feelings became real very quickly!

“what dumb ass excuse could you possibly have that would make this fuckin’ situation better!?” katsuki’s left hand sparked as he tossed izuku outside the doors.

“i— i’m not trying to make the situation better! i j-just want to explain!” “you have one minute before i blow your head off.”

“i did it to make you mad at first but— but, i ended up really falling for them! seriously! i w-was going to tell them!” “why the fuck would you even think about doin’ that shit!? even i wouldn’t go that low!” katsuki’s hands grew hot. he was on the verge of becoming a murderer.

“i’m sorry! i really am! i just— i was so mad at you and it was petty revenge!” izuku’s hands were raised in defense. “that shit wasn’t revenge! that was fuckin’ with my blood!” katsuki raised his hand to izuku’s face, getting ready to blast him— but he was stopped. “bakugo, midoriya. nezu’s office, now.” a very tired sounding, aizawa demanded.

while that was going down— you were left in katsuki’s room, crying on his floor.

“uhm— hey, it’s just us…” mina, jirou, and kirishima walked in. you wiped your eyes and nose, you didn’t really like being seen in a vulnerable state. something you and katsuki had in common.

“so we uh… kinda heard about what happened from kaminari.” jirou whispered as her jacks poked together. “i’m sorry, he’s a loud mouth…” “and uhm… your brother isn’t exactly quiet either.” kirishima looked to the ground beside you.

“i kinda heard their conversation… midoriya said he loves you…” mina sat beside you. “so what are you gonna do? are you gonna hear midoriya out..?” you shrugged.

even if he really did begin to love you, how could you ever trust him again? and— what if he was lying to your brother just to get an easy out?

you felt sick— and you felt like a fool. you felt so stupid for thinking that your brother’s enemy could actually have feelings for you. you felt like an idiot.

“i think… i think that, maybe, i could hear his explanation but… i won’t forgive him or give him another chance. i can’t trust him again. plus, i’d look like a fool going back to him…” you mumbled into your arms, your knees were to your chest. the three just gave an understanding nod, then, huddled around you for an awkward but, warm, group hug.

“alright.” you heard your brother’s gruff voice from the doorway. “you three, out. now.” he pointed towards his friends and you watched them leave.

“so… what happened?” you asked, your brother plopped down beside you. sitting in his usual ‘delinquent’ position. “almost murdered him. got stopped by aizawa. got scolded by nezu. now ‘m suspended for 5 weeks. gotta do supplementary classes n’ shit.” “i’m sorry, kats.” he scoffed and gave you an ‘are you fucking serious’ look. “why the fuck are you apologizin’!?” you fiddled your fingers, “i got you in trouble…” he rolled his eyes and lightly smacked the back of your head. “idiot, you didn’t. was all me.”

there was a bit of silence, it was a comfortable one. you and katsuki always shared this sort of quiet.

“did they tell you what happened?” he asked in a hushed tone, referring to his friends. “yeah…” “and…?” “and i’m not gonna forgive him or anything. he lied to me. why would i wanna be with a liar? plus, what if he was lying about actually having feelings for me now? i can’t trust him again.”

katsuki gave you a small, smile. one that said ‘i understand. i’m sorry he did that. i’m here for you. and i love you.’

when it comes to him, words weren’t needed most of the time. looks could tell all. and that look told you everything you needed to hear.

i’ll be so real— i was very a teensy bit drunk writing this… so like if it doesn’t make sense or anything i’m so sorry

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #deku x reader #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero x reader #izuku midoriya #/ᐠ - ˕ -マ works — ♡︎#♡︎ — izuku anon

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serendipetite · 1 year

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Gridlock

genre/warnings: slice of life, famous myg, teacher reader, fluff and angst, spats, min yoongi is a little shit. ft. namjoonie best advice giver. no smut.

author’s note: this is just a little slice of life oneshot, mostly for me to get back into the swing of writing again. it’s been forever, and i’m a little rusty so please forgive me.

word count: 3287

You couldn’t even remember what the fight had been about initially. Probably something petty, something insignificant. But you were both nothing if not stubborn, so what had probably genuinely started out as a mild spat, had quickly turned into the two of you off pouting in separate areas on the apartment, neither one ready to give just yet. To apologize meant to surrender, and maybe it was a bit toxic, but you just couldn’t give him that satisfaction. Not yet anyway. Let him stew in it, for a bit. It wasn’t like he was hammering down the door to apologize to you either.

You decided to settle for some self-care. He’d locked himself in his office working, so why not give yourself the evening. You headed to the bathroom, grabbing your softest robe, lit the candles on the counter, poured some lavender and lilac bubbe bath into the tub, and turned on the hot water. Steam filled the bathroom and the smell of fresh cut lavender and lilacs, as well as soft notes of vanilla and musk flooded your senses. You shed your clothes from the day, relieved to wriggle out of your almost-too tight skinny jeans. Kicking them aside, you dipped into the tub, allowing the hot water to hug you and soothe your aching muscles. It’d been a long day, and you’d been on your feet for most of it. The usual lunch monitor had called in sick, and instead of enjoying your chicken salad in the comfort and quiet of the teacher’s lounge, you had to skip your lunch, and the small moment of reprieve off your aching feet to patrol a cafeteria of about two hundred fifth graders. All you’d wanted to do was come home and relax with him after a long day. Life, and the stubborn shit you were head over heels for, happened to have other plans.

The fight.

It was coming back to you now in moments of keys falling to a table, smells of burnt chicken, and the pulsing sound of blood in your ears. It’d started pretty much the moment he’d walked in the door. He’d asked you what was for dinner, as he’d tossed the keys onto the entry way table. You’d just finished trying a new air fryer recipe — an air fryer recipe that had consisted of chicken burnt to a char on the outside, and raw in the middle. You were never going to fucking trust TikTok recipes again after this. You’d been almost in tears as you’d dumped the ruined chicken into the trash and thrown the air fryer basket in the sink. “I don’t want to talk about it,” you’d said. “Okay…” to his credit, he did seem as though he was trying to read the room a bit. “How about I order us a pizza then?” He’d meandered into the kitchen in time to smell the burnt chicken and his face had pulled into a grimace. “Oh yeah, pizza would be much better.” “We shouldn’t have to order a pizza! I should be able to handle making one simple meal for us!” You’d yelled. Okay…so maybe the common thread here was you. You yelling. You being impatient. You thinking what a horrible home-maker you were and how he deserved much more than burnt chicken or pizza after a long day of work. You’d felt like a complete failure. The TikTok girlies could all successfully make delicious meals for their men after a long day. And sure, you knew Yoongi would never expect you to or require you to do so, but you still wanted to. It was an act of love, in your eyes. An act of love you consistently seemed to fail at. Along with the exhaustion from the day, you were emotionally drained.

“Okay…” Yoongi had said, “Well, I’m just going to go get some more work done. Let me know what you decide.”

You winced, adding more bubble bath to the tub under the running stream, as you remembered the next moments.

“Oh yeah, go hide in your office, that’s what you always do!”

Jesus….

“Excuse me? What do you want me to do here, Y/N? I offered to order us pizza, you bit my head off. I can’t just conjure up a meal. I’m exhausted. It’s been a long day. Either we’ll order pizza or not. But clearly I’m not being much help standing here right now.”

“Fine, go to your office then.”

“Fine. But at least let me grab a granola bar if dinner is a bust.”

“Are you kidding me right now?”

“What? What do you want me to do here?” Yoongi had grabbed a granola bar out of the wooden salad bowl that served as your snack food bowl. He rolled his eyes pushing past you to head to the bedroom to change out of his clothes from the day. You’d let yourself get more angry and frustrated as you began to clean up the mess from the ruined chicken. That eye roll and shoulder bump had been the tipping point. You’d found yourself slamming cabinet doors and tossing utensils into the sink when Yoongi had reappeared to grab a soda from the fridge. He too slammed the fridge shut and you’d both glowered at each other. “Whatever!” He’d sighed, tossing his hands up and heading to disappear to his office in the back of the apartment.

That was two hours ago. Neither one of you made a move to apologize. Now, you felt the stress of the day melt off under the aromas of lilac and lavender, and your mind was left clearer and calmer. You had been a bit harsh. He’d started out just trying to be helpful, and then tried to stay out of your way, clearly sensing you were upset. But then to lock himself away in his office for the past two hours when all you needed was him to hold you after a hard day…everything just felt overwhelming. You wanted to apologize, but you didn’t want to give him that satisfaction. And it was clear he wasn’t about to apologize either. For It felt ridiculous and immature. You were both better than this. You both had a stronger relationship than this. But you also knew you were both stubborn as hell and unless somebody did something, you could see this silent treatment carrying over into the next day and the next. You wondered if the two of you still wouldn’t be speaking when you crawled into bed that night. Knowing him, he’d lock himself in that office way after you’d gone to bed, only joining you after you were gone to the world. This was not the night you’d had in mind when you’d been struggling through the day. The only thing that had helped you hold your sanity when stopping Billy Jacobs from flinging peas at Bobby Deaver, and kept you composed when you had to call Aimee Ashar’s mother about her sixth missed homework assignment was getting to come home to Yoongi. You’d imagined the new chicken dish you’d seen on TikTok the night before, eaten off TV trays with you tucked into Yoongi’s side and an episode of Succession playing on TV. You’d imagined him getting up and doing the dishes, and coming back to kiss away the stress of the day.

Now here you were, alone in your bathtub and pouting, feeling like the character in one of the toxic romance novels you kept by your bedside. They were entertaining, okay! But you knew you were nothing like the couples in those books. You and Yoongi were a united front, open and honest at every turn. There was no huge scandal of cheating or divorce looming above your heads. You respected one another and were committed to one another deeply. But you were also both hopelessly stubborn. You knew the two of you would be fine after awhile, after you both had a good pout about it first. The question was, how long was awhile?

After letting yourself soak a few more minute, you stood up, rinsing your body off with the plastic Rainforest Cafe cup you kept on the side of the tub. Wrapping yourself up in your robe and doing your skincare, you decided it was best to head out. You couldn’t just hide out in the tub forever. You were surprised to see Yoongi on the couch when you came out, glass of Johnnie Walker Blue in his hand, and Succession playing on the TV.

What the hell?

“Do I have any hot water left at all for my shower tonight?” He asked, raising a brow.

“One cold shower won’t kill you. You started Succession?”

“Yeah, wasn’t sure you wanted it to watch it tonight.”

You knew him well enough to know when he was being a petty little shit. It almost made your lip twitch in a smile. Almost. Had he been this snarky with his best friend Namjoon, you might have even had to hold back a giggle. It was an entirely different story when it was directed at you, however. No matter how endearing your pouty little grump of a boyfriend was.

“Besides,” Yoongi said, lifting the Johnnie Walker to his lips in a poor attempt to hide his own mildly amused smirk, “Logan gives me enough of a headache.”

Your jaw fell open and you had half a mind to smack him with the pillow he was currently hugging to his chest.

“Are you kidding me right now?”

“Shh. This is a good part.”

“I can’t believe you!”

Yoongi ducked his head behind his pillow, and you knew for sure he was hiding a smile. God you were in love with an absolute menace, weren’t you? You huffed, marching back to the en-suite master bedroom and called the one person who knew how to navigate Yoongi even better than yourself.

“What did he do?” Namjoon said before even saying hello.

“What do you mean?” You frowned, hopping up onto your king size bed, you tucked your legs underneath you and settled in for whatever the heck this conversation was going to be.

“Well, I’m assuming you’re calling because you got into a fight, right? I knew he’d left the studio in a mood! We spent all day working on this damn track only to be told we needed to scrap the whole thing and start over. Yoon was livid. So…what did you two fight about?”

Sighing into the phone, you propped yourself up on your pillow and told Namjoon the entire story. “It wasn’t even like we had an actual fight. It was just…like picking at each other. And now he’s out there watching Succession - after off-handedly comparing me to Logan, mind you, and I’m in here - talking to you…”

“You know this whole thing could be solved if you both just talked, right?”

“I am aware of this, yes.”

“But?”

“I don’t know. He’s not making an effort to talk to me, so I feel like why should I bother if he’s not?”

Namjoon sighed into the receiver, “Y/N, you know Yoongi and I have been friends for almost fifteen years now, right? And there isn’t much in this world I won’t do for him. But he’s being stubborn and so are you, and you both just need to get past this weird ‘I’m not apologizing first’ thing and just rip off the band-aid and be done with it. Silent treatments and awkwardly picking and prodding at each other is not the proper and mature way to handle this, and you know that. He does too. He’s just…pouting. He’d kill me if he heard me say that, but that’s what he does. He pouts. And he gets stroppy and throws his version of a tantrum. You have to sometimes be the bigger person. I know there’s days where I just want to throttle him, but I don’t. Instead, I let him have his space for a bit to cool down, and then I go talk to him. Sometimes that means me apologizing. Sometimes that means me calmly calling him out on his shit. And sometimes that means me just pouring us two glasses of whiskey and telling him he’s gotta listen to this song I found. Just talk to him, Y/N. He’s being a pain, but that’s what he wants. And I’m sure that’s what you want too.”

You knew Namjoon was right. He’d been friends with Yoongi longer than you’d known the two of them. Heck, their friendship had gone longer and survived more than many of your past relationships prior. You knew if there was anyone that knew how to navigate Yoongi and his moods, it was Kim Namjoon.

“Alright. I guess I’ll head back out there and try to make the peace.”

“Good. And if he gets to be too much of a pain, just call me up and I’ll come over and knock some sense into him.”

“You absolutely would 100% never do that.”

Namjoon laughed into the receiver, “You’re right. But the sentiment stands.”

You thanked him, ended the call, and tossed your phone onto the nightstand. Sighing, you stood from the bed, and decided to put your pajamas on first before heading back out to the living room. This was a conversation you might need to be fully clothed for. After changing into your most comfortable pajama bottoms, you grabbed Yoongi’s discarded under shirt from the hamper. He loved you in his clothes, and wearing his shirts at night was one of your favorite bits of your bedtime routine. You loved being encompassed in him in that way, breathing in the aroma of his cologne and something so distinctly Yoongi — smoke and musk and fresh rain. You tugged his shirt on over your head, and headed out to the living room.

Yoongi was still on the couch, Succession long over by now, and a baseball game was now playing on the screen. Yoongi was flicking through his phone, not even glancing up at the television. Taking a breath, you walk over to the couch and sat down on your usual seat beside him, tucking your legs to the side, and leaning close, but not touching. Yoongi still hadn’t glanced up from his phone, thumbs lazily flicking over the screen. There were so many things you wanted to say, had prepared to say, but now, sitting her beside him, your mind seemed blank. You wanted to apologize, wanted him to apologize. Wanted to make this whole mess of a night right.

“Hi,” you say.

The phone is set aside, placed upside down on the arm of the couch. “Hi.” His arm goes to your shoulders, pulling you to his side. You feel your whole body melt against his, the weight of his arm over your shoulders the comfort you’d longed for all day.

“You know what I’ve realized tonight?”

“Hmm?” Yoongi raised a brow, looking down at you curiously.

“We are both too damn stubborn for our own good.”

His head falls back against the back of the couch as he lets out a laugh. “Babe, please tell me you aren’t just now realizing this.”

You swat at his chest, “I’m being serious. You know, I sat in that bathroom forever expecting you to walk in and apologize.”

“Really? I was sitting out here waiting for you to walk out and explain what the hell happened tonight.”

You sigh, running a hand through your hair. What a mess.

“We’re a mess.”

“We are,” Yoongi chuckles before pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “So, want to tell me what happened tonight? What’s got my baby so upset?”

You tell him everything. You tell him how stressful your day was, and how all you wanted to do was come home to him and have a romantic night with him. You tell him of the TikTok recipe for the chicken, and how it burnt, and how you felt so incredibly useless. You tell him how you snapped at him, how you took out your anger and frustrations onto him, and when all you wanted him to do was to realize you needed him, he retreated. You tell him of sitting in your bubble bath, realizing how it wasn’t fair of you to lash out at him. You tell him how hurt you were that he didn’t come seeking you out. How hurt you were that he didn’t notice how badly in that moment you needed him. And by the time you’ve finished, he’s held you even tighter in his arms, has pressed more kisses into your hair, each one more relevant than the last.

“Oh baby…I am so, so sorry. I do that sometimes, retreat when things get messy. I wait for the smoke to clear before I come out and make my peace. I do that with everything. My parents. Namjoon. You. And I need to work on that a bit. We’re a partnership, and you needed me tonight. I shouldn’t have disappeared into the office like I did. I shouldn’t have just thrown my hands up and walked away like I did. I’m sorry your day was so stressful, and I’m sorry it’s taken me until now to hold you in my arms and kiss it away.”

“We need to work on our communication skills. I shouldn’t have lashed out at you.”

Yoongi nods, pulling you closer to his side. “I shouldn’t have been so quick to brush you aside like that. It’s been a hard day for me too, and that’s no excuse.”

“Tell me about work today,” you say.

And he does. He tells you about the song he and Namjoon poured so much into, only to be told to scrap the whole thing and start over. He tells you about how frustrated he feels and how terrified he is of failing. He tells you everything from his day, just as you’ve told him everything from yours. And by the end of it, you’re both holding onto one another, pressing kisses into each other’s skin.

“I can’t believe you watched Succession without me.”

“I can rewind it.”

“And that you pretty much compared me to Logan Roy! Asshole!” You dig your fingers into his side, and he jolts with a start, swatting at your hands before you can strike a second time.

“Alright, alright,” he laughs, and you let the sound echo through you, feeling the rumble of it against your body as he reaches around you to grab for the remote, “That was a pretty low blow, huh?”

“ ‘twas.”

“Tell me how to make it up to you,” his bottom lip juts out at you, eyes going full Bambi.

“You can be in charge of dinner.”

Yoongi stands, pressing another kiss to your head before making his way to the kitchen to scrounge something up. As much as he’d never admit it, he’s magic in the kitchen. And after you queue up the episode, you lean back against the couch to watch him putter around the kitchen. He talks to himself as he sets out ingredients and gets to work. This is one of his love languages, preparing a meal for someone he loves. He’s meticulous about it as well, putting such care into every movement. You feel your heart swell as he carefully begins to rinse the vegetables in the sink softly humming one of the songs he’d written you months ago, and before he can even set the veggies on the towel to dry, you’re there, wrapping your arms around his middle.

“I changed my mind,” you say., pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades. “We’ll make dinner tonight together.”

#bts imagines #yoongi imagines #bts x reader #yoongi x reader #yoongi x y/n #bts fanfic #yoongi imagine #bts imagine #interlude writes

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catholic-character-tournament · 10 months

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Round 3 - Resurrect Bracket (Losers Bracket)

ashes to ashes, dust to dust; in sure and certain hope of the Resurrection to [make it to the finals]

Propaganda below ⬇️

Father Anderson

He’s probably on some kind of crack during the entirety of the series, I literally don't remember any aspects of him other than the fact that he just goes “AMENNNN” sometimes and has a habit of stabbing the shit out if anything that isn’t catholic. He’s the founder of deranged catholic bastard gaming, he has to be.

Semi immortal scottish priest who works for the vatican's secret vampire killing order. He can carry an absurd number of bayonets on his person and teleport using bible pages. Hates the protestants and has beef with Dracula at the point that while they are both fighting against the army of nazi vampires who are invading London he tries to kill him because Dracula makes himself vulnerabile. He's more than ready to lead a crusade against England but when his boss (who Anderson himself raised) admits that it's for a personal power grab and not for any kind of religious reason he dosen't hesitate to kill him in cold blood. Eventually dies after becoming an holy abomination by stabbing his hearth whit a piece of the cross

He’s so out of his mind he battles jacked up twink Count Dracula, AKA Alucard with bayonets. Not a rifle, just bayonets. He’s merciless, constantly spouting off bible quotes and speaking of his hate for Protestants. He’s a member of the Judas Iscariot Organization, Vatican Section XIII, within the Irish Catholic Church. He becomes so obsessed with his desire to kill the Vampire Alucard, formerly Dracula, he impales himself through the heart with the Nail of Helena in order to transform into a humanoid monster of holy thorns. Though his attempts fail, as Alucard rips his heart out and returns him to dust, Anderson is described as “his beloved rival”. He is complex, badass and wickedly devout.

Since Integra is a dirty protestant, i'm adding the actual catholics in the mix instead.

I’m sure you’ve gotten him by now but just so you know, this man fights Dracula on the regular for the Catholic Church and says “Amen” like a lunatic.

Ibara Shiozaki Propaganda:

girlie pop literally has moves like "faiths shield" and "crucifixion". she also tells one of her classmates that she hopes the firey pits of hell will cleanse him of his sinful ways (he used her as bait) and calls another classmate sinful for being deceitful

She literally never shuts up about her religion and it's really funny. Like almost every line she says has something to do with God. She calls everyone whos behavior she disapproves of a sinner and assigns her classmates biblical nicknames. Also her techniques are all called things like crucifixion and via dolorosa

She's a gag character for the Crown of Thorns and I adore her <3

#father anderson #alexander anderson #hellsing #hellsing ultimate #cct polls #tumblr tournament #tumblr bracket #tumblr polls #polls #r3losers #my hero academia #bnha #boku no hero academia #ibara shiozaki

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powerful-niya · 3 years

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So I've been doing a lot of editing on my Naruhina stories, mainly on my Naruhina fanfic 'Enemies Or Lovers.' And so far, I truly like the result. It's wonderful!

Warning: Violence-Dark Themes. Supernatural/Vampires.

Before:

Hinata's P.O.V

"Mmm." I moaned out as I drunk from a young girl's neck, far into the woods, late at night.

I suck vigorously, my hunger getting the best of me.

My eyes closed tightly as my best friend stood beside me, monitoring me and watching out for werewolves..

Our arch enemy...

Vampires.. Arch enemy..

Her blood tasted so good, I just couldn't stop.. I knew I should but...

"Um Princess, I think that's enough." My best friend, Sakura warned me.

I didn't stop though, I couldn't stop.

Her screams were drowned out by me.. All I focused on was erasing my intense hunger for...

Blood.

My eyes shined a dark purple which was very different from my normal lavender.

I held the girls head tightly as my razor sharp fangs sunk into her neck, drinking up all of her blood, making her fall limp.

I finally removed myself from her neck, my teeth shrinking back to normal.

I breathed heavily and then backed away, my eyes now catching a glimpse of the now dead, innocent girl below me.

My eyes widen as I stared at the wide-eyed black haired girl that laid dead on the grass below.

Her neck bloody and completely torn out..

I, did that.

Oh no..

"O-Oh my goodness. I killed her. I killed her." I screamed and wiped my mouth that was covered with her blood.

Sakura sighed and shook her head "Damn. I knew I should've never brought you out here. You was just hungry Hinata. It's normal for us vampires." She informed and bend down and helped me up, grabbing my hand and pulling me up.

I stumbled onto my feet, my red and black long dress following my movement.

I sighed sadly, the cool, night air blowing through my long midnight blue hair.

I looked down at my feet, feeling tears prick my eyelids "I'm so bad at being a Vampire, Sakura. My bloodlust just gets the best of me.. And I can't help it.." I admitted to her and then looked up at her concern expression "I'm so weak." I continued but she waved her hand at me, reassuring me.

Her pink, short hair swaying in the night wind also as her emerald eyes stared at me intently.

She shook her head at me, a smile etching her lips despite my terrible behavior "It's okay, Hinata. That's why I'm here to help you. It's just you're so innocent, My Princess, it just can't be helped." She said and guided me back to my Mother's palace.

I nodded slowly to her claim "Yeah, I guess. It's just, I'm still, so hungry." I said yearningly, my eyes turning back to a dark purple again, just thinking about getting my hands on some more blood.

Sakura frowned and rubbed my back, calming me back down.

I gasped quietly, my eyes turning back to my normal lavender.

I laughed nervously when Sakura shook her head at my behavior "Let's hurry, inside." She quickly instructed and nodded at the vampire guards who were standing watch.

They nodded back and opened the gates to the vampire palace.

I smiled and walked into the palace with Sakura by my side.

I sighed exaggeratedly and looked up at the same, old boring chandeliers and paintings that's been here ever since I was born..

I groaned and parted away from Sakura to go to my room, which was located, up a flight of stairs.

She waved at me and made her way to hers.

I sighed sadly and entered into the same room I've been seeing over the past 100 years.

I blinked wildly at the darkness and cut the light on, but dimmed it.

I sighed and decided to lay on my bed for now away from the drama that goes on outside.

I laid down gently on my freshly made bed and just stared up at the ceiling with sadness.

As I carry on through life.. I feel like, there's something.. missing.

Because I'm a little older now.. I just think the empty feeling in my heart is thirsty for someone to care for, to love.

It's more of a longing feeling and I've noticed it gets stronger and stronger by the days processes on...

After:

{Edited}

Hinata's P.O.V

"Mmm." I moaned out as I steadily drunk from a young girl's neck, far into the woods, late at night. I suck vigorously into the flesh of the human who had unfortunately wandered in the woods too far, entering the territory of the beasts; where we vampires lived.

With my razor-sharp teeth, I had torn two holes into the girl's neck, and from there, I drunk and drunk, drinking her blood in a daze. I didn't know what I was doing anymore, reality was not my own. All I wanted was to satisfy the aching hunger I felt. My eyes were shut off from the world, my arms wrapped tightly around the whimpering girl, my body huddling on the ground.

My best friend stood not too far from me, constantly monitoring me as well as watching out for werewolves. Our arch-enemy. Vampires, arch enemy.

I moaned once more, steadily taking more and more of the human girl's blood, unknowingly taking her life. The taste of her blood was divine on my tongue, to my taste buds, I just couldn't stop... The voice in my head continuously told me to but I chose to ignore it.

"Um Princess, I think that's enough." My best friend, Sakura warned me cautiously. But I didn't stop though, I couldn't stop.

The human girl's screams and desperate cries for help were drowned out by me. All I focused on was erasing my intense hunger for; Blood.

My usual innocent lavender eyes had now changed into a different color due to my body transforming because of the strong hunger I felt. Now in my feral state, my eyes were darkened, turning to a dimmed purple almost black color. Horrifying was the word to call me but at the moment, I didn't care about anything. Only when the girl fell limp in my arms did I come back to reality.

Finally regaining some sense of control, I removed my bloody canines from the black-haired girl's injured neck, my teeth shrinking back to their normal size which looked less frightening. I breathed heavily as I slowly came back down from my high, backing away but when I shifted in movement, my eyes, unfortunately, caught a glimpse of the now dead, innocent girl below me.

My eyes widened drastically, tears instantly forming in my eyes at the horrifying display before me. The young girl's neck was completely covered in blood, her eyes hooded and dull. Her frail body laid limply on the green grass. She was dead. Gone.

I, did that! It's all my fault! Oh no.

At that realization, I began to freak out, "O-Oh my goodness. I killed her! She's dead!" I screamed out into the cool night air, one of my pale hands moving up to wipe the blood from my mouth, cleaning it for my own sake.

Sakura sighed from where she stood, her light green eyes staring down at what I caused in regret. She shook her head, "Damn. I knew I should've never brought you out here. You were just hungry Hinata. This is normal for us vampires." She informed encouragingly, "You'll get the hang of it eventually." She added on, trying to cheer me up which slightly worked. But because I was quite selfless and innocent, I was still completely devastated by my actions. I couldn't believe it.

I whimpered shakily the entire time as Sakura worked to help me up, bending down to grab my hand. With it, she pulled it upward bringing my petite body to a stand. I stumbled on my feet, my wavy black dress following my unstable movement.

I sighed sadly, the cool, night air blowing through my long midnight blue hair rapidly.

I looked down at my feet, feeling tears prick my eyelids. The awful deed I had just committed kept running through my head like a broken record. A tear fell down my cheek, "Sakura, I-I don't know if I can do this. I'm so b-bad at being a vampire. I can't do anything right. I fail at everything and t-the bloodlust I feel is too much to handle. I-I... don't know if I can do this." I admitted to her, pouring my feelings out. They were words I always wished to say but never did. But now, I felt no reason to hold them back anymore. I had a right to feel this way. I am certainly a disappointment to the entire vampire species.

I looked up at the pink-haired vampire who had a very concerned expression on her pale face. I pouted, "I'm so weak." I continued dejectedly. But by my last self-loathing comment, she waved her hand at me, reassuring me. From where she stood, her short red dress flowed peacefully within the wind revealing her shiny pale legs. For her feet, she wore black flats, just like I did.

She gave her head a shake at me, a smile pulling at her pink lips despite my terrible behavior, "It's okay, Hinata. That's why I'm here to help you. It's just your nature is so innocent and virtuous, my princess. That's why it's so hard for you to grasp the techniques vampires have to commit. But, you're strong, you'll get through this." She said favorably, her hand diving around my neck to guide me forward, back to my Mother's kingdom.

I nodded slowly to her claim, a small smile slowly appearing on my slightly bloody face, "Y-Yeah. Maybe you're right. I need to have faith. B-But." I paused in my words, the lust for blood rushing back, calling for me. I growled underneath my breath, "I'm still, so hungry." I gritted out yearningly, my eyes turning right back to its purplish-blackish tinge again. Once again, I was losing the battle of control.

Sakura frowned upon that and began to rub the center of my back in circles to calm me down as we walked; which did the trick nicely. Her comforting action distracted me from the blood lust I felt. I gasped quietly, my eyes turning back to my normal lavender.

I laughed nervously when Sakura shook her head at my behavior, "Let's hurry and get you inside, girly." She said with uneasiness in her tone, our feet steady walking through green grass and tall trees. We didn't stop walking until we made it to a large but dark kingdom that stretched high into the sky, touching the clouds. The vampire kingdom could be seen from afar and we, walked straight towards the gates; the entrance of the grand kingdom, side by side.

Sakura nodded at the vampire guards who were standing watch in front of the colossal-sized double doors. They nodded back, receiving the memo from my friend, and with that, they opened the gates to the vampire palace for us. I smiled to see the doors of my home open up for me and with that, I walked into the palace with Sakura by my side.

As I entered, I couldn't help but groan. There was nothing but the same old, doddery furniture placed about, same dusty rooms, and the same boring chandeliers and paintings lying about which have been here ever since I was born. Actually, they've probably been here in the castle longer than that. Mother's taste was quite old-fashioned, after all.

I groaned but parted ways from Sakura, not before sending a quick wave in her direction.

"Bye Sakura! Thank you so much for the lesson!" I yelled out from afar which brought a joyous smile to her face. By revealing such gratitude it made my best friend feel very appreciated.

She waved back happily, walking to her own room which was located in a different part of the kingdom, "You're welcome, girly! We will definitely meet back up tomorrow night! Be ready!" She yelled back informing me that I had yet another lesson for tomorrow. I couldn't help but grimace but I gave her a nod, hiding the dread I felt.

"Okay!"

After I said my final goodbyes to my cherry bestie, I turned and went back on my journey to my room which was located up a flight of stairs. My smile instantly shifted into a frown upon arriving at the same room I've been seeing and lying in over 100 years. After seeing the same thing over and over again, you will surely get tired of it. That, is how I feel about everything.

I sighed sadly but approached my room in no time, turning left from the long flight of steps. One single black door greeted me, closed shut so none of the other vampires in the kingdom could lurk in. After all, we vampires live together and some do not believe in the word privacy or space.I rolled my eyes at such thoughts but moved to grab a hold of the handle of my door, throwing it open and instantly turning on the lights in my bedroom for it was mighty dark. But I made sure to dim it. See, the light switch in the castle works differently; it has three settings. You can turn the light switch to the right which will grant the room no light. Turn the light switch to the left, the room will light up brightly, and last but not least, if you leave the circular switch in the center, you will have a dimmed room. Because we vampires hate the light, hate the sun, we prefer our rooms dimmed.

That way it is not too light and it's not too dark. So that is the mode I set my room in. Dimmed.

Afterward, I closed my door and walked to my bed, deciding to lie down a bit to rest. Now, I was away from the drama; away from the chaos outside. I let out a delightful sigh once I plopped my small body down onto my large, plushy bed, my body cuddling involuntarily in its warmth. Silence took over my room as I just lied and allowed my brain to think. I had so much to think about anyhow.

I have to improve my skills as a vampire.

I have to make my Mother proud.

And I also, have to satisfy the void I feel within my heart.

As I carry on through my long, immortal life, I feel like, there's something, missing. Because I'm a little older now I just think the empty feeling in my heart is thirsty for someone to care for; To love. It's more of a longing, yearning feeling and I've noticed it gets stronger and stronger as the day's progress on.

I pouted to myself, my lavender eyes rooted on the ceiling above. I wonder.. What is this feeling? Why am I feeling it?

***

It's a big difference, isn't it? I like it so much! 💗

#Powerfulniya #Enemies Or Lovers #Naruhina #Chapter 1 #Edited #Writing #Vampire #dark themes #How'd I do?#You like?#Can you tell the difference?#Edited Version of the story is found on Fanfiction.net not Wattpad. Though the story is not completed.#Forbidden love #Mates #Darkwriter

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pagingevilspawn · 3 years

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stick it

What even is this fic? Idk, but i was missing gymnastics, so this is what y’all get. Its super bad, super weird, and not a whole lotta jolex, but whatever.

Also, nobody cares, but the way I'm giving the scores is (most likely) different than what is averaged for Washington. I’ve never competed in Washington so i don’t know how hard their scoring is, but I did compete in one of the hardest regions in the US for gymnasts, so scoring was always a LOT more harsh than it was in other states and areas of states. Even though nobody is gonna pay attention to that I just thought I'd say something lol.

And fun fact- our girl is a (much) better gymnast than i ever was, so… tea 🍵🍵

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Jo watched her husband do their daughter’s hair from the doorway, some kind of a braided bun she didn’t know the name of. She smiled at the sight. It never failed to bring a smile to her face, even though it had become pretty common these past few years. She cradled the bottom of her six month baby bump in the palm of her left hand, her right holding her piping hot tea in a thermos. Once Alex was done putting in all of the excess pins, she watches as he puts a hand over their daughter’s eyes, pulling out the can of hairspray and spraying it into her hair.

The almost nine year old girl lets out a giggle, commenting on how the hairspray smelt funny. Alex pulls out an Amped Up brush, combing back any flyaway hairs that might have escaped the spray. She snaps out of her trance when she hears her phone alarm go off, alerting the other two in the room of her presence.

“Mommy!” her daughter exclaims, running over to her to give her a quick hug, much to the dismay of Alex. He was just thankful that he was already done with her hair. Even after three years of doing hair it still took a long ass time to do buns, especially when his daughter was the perfectionist she was.

“Hey Dyl,” Jo reaches down, returning her daughter’s hug, giving her a tight squeeze before she watches Dylan retreat back to her dad, sitting in front of the mirror once again.

Jo looks at Alex, who’s attention was focused on adding the shiny black scrunchie into the little girl’s hair. “I’m gonna get Aub up.” she whispers to him, watching him nod before she turns and makes her way down the hall, where their three year old daughter was sleeping. It was only five-thirty, so she knew what a hassle it would be. Aubryella was exactly like her parents in that way, a complete night owl. It was always a hassle to get the girl down at night, but even tougher to wake her up in the morning. She flicks on the small night on the girl’s bedside table, the lamp shade casting a soft pink glow around the all pink room.

Much like her name, Aubryella was the definition of a girly-girl. She was all about pink, barbies, fashion, makeup… anything that would be described as girly, the three year old liked. Alex always gave props to Jo for that, since while she was pregnant with their youngest daughter she claimed that the tiny life growing inside of her was going to be an ‘all that and a bag of chips little diva’, so she thought it was only appropriate to give her a name to suit that title. (Good thing her mommy instincts were correct. She knew that if she gave Dylan that name and not Aubryella she would hate it more than life itself.)

She shakes the girl lightly, hoping that it was enough to wake her up, which it ultimately wasn’t. She begins to run a hand through her hair, which ends up failing too. Jo lets out a sigh.

“Aub. Aubrey. Elle. Ella. Ree. Aubryella. Get up sweetie.” she shakes the girl harder, finally stopping when the tiny blonde lets out a loud groan of protest. Yep, definitely a Karev.

“No mommy,” the girl says, her word muffled since her face was buried in her soft pink pillow case, using one hand to sleepily push her moms face away. It was too close to her ear, and she just wanted to sleep.

Jo chuckles, rolling her eyes at her daughter's antics. “It’s state’s day.” she whispers, knowing that that would get Aub’s attention.

As expected, the little girl gets up immediately, rubbing her tired as, not looking as asleep as she probably should, the talk of the upcoming meet more than enough to get her blood rushing. Though Aubryella wasn't a gymnast herself (she had started dance class a year ago and had found her calling then), watching gymnastics was something she loved to do, especially when it was her own sister competing. Not to mention, it was the topic of nearly every dinner for the past month and a half.

The mom watches as the girl hassles out of the bed quickly, picking up her blanket and rushing to the bathroom to brush her teeth. Jo stays behind, making the bed. Normally, Aub would need to do it herself, but since they were on a time limit, she decided it would be best if she did it instead. When the girl gets back in the room Jo picks out her clothes, a dusty rose sweater and black jeans, both wasting no time in putting them on. She runs a comb through her daughter’s long dirty blonde hair, a trait she inherited from her Aunt Amber and Grandma. Aub actually looked more like the two than her own parents to most people, with her dirty blonde hair and blue-green eyes. But anyone who actually looked at the girl could see that she had Jo's nose and Alex’s chin. Not to mention, that crooked grin was all Alex Karev.

Jo picks up her daughter from her spot on the bed, grabbing a jacket that was hung on a hook before heading out of the door and down the hall, stopping when she went down the stairs and entered the living room. She sets the girl down by a chair in the kitchen, going to the cabinets and pulling out the doughnuts and cereal. “Which one?” she asks, holding up each dessert in a different hand.

The girl grins mischievously, making the mom let out a small chuckle before pulling a powdered sugar doughnut out of the box. She didn’t know why she expected anything else.

Aubryella accepts the doughnut gratefully, giving out an absent minded thank you before shoveling the treat in her mouth, getting the white sugar all over her face. Jo doesn’t need to wait long before she hears two sets of footsteps come down the stairs, Dylan dressed with her white and light blue leotard on, black warm ups on over it, Alex in a simple pair of jeans, back t-shirt, and the damn black jacket that he never got rid of, no matter how many protests he got from his wife.

“Ready?” Jo asks, all three of them nodding in response. “Okay, you got your bag, shoes, extra hair ties, water bottle, lucky bear, extra bobby pins, thera band, notebook, phone, mascara, lip gloss, hair brush, wallet, tiger paws, ankle brace, knee brace, and wrist brace?” she questions again, going over the list she had memorized from years of training.

Dylan rolls her eyes impatiently. She didn’t want to be late. She couldn’t be late. It was States for god’s sake! Everyone in the state of Washington (who qualified) would be there. The judges would be scoring harder, and some of the competition was going to be new. She was going to go up against girl’s she hadn’t before. Her goal was to win everything. Maybe it was extreme, but it was true. This season she had done well, really well actually. Her first season as a level seven had started off in the best way. She swept the first competition clean, getting first on vault, floor, and all around, second on bars, and third on beam. As the season went on she just got better, scores getting higher and snatching more golds with each meet. She knew she wasn’t going to be in the Olympics one day, but getting a college scholarship was looking more promising with every first place medal she had stacked around her neck.

“Yeah, now let’s gooooo,” Dylan drags out, grabbing her dad’s hand and pulling him to the door, not even waiting for her mom and sister to follow. The four Karev’s shuffle into the car and drive an hour and fifteen minutes to the convention center where the meet was being held. They pile out of the car and check in, Alex taking a few minutes to add an extra layer of hairspray to Dylan’s hair while Jo puts a light coat of mascara on the girl’s eyelashes and dabs the lip rosy gloss on her lips.

Before the eight year old can run off her coach, her parents kneel down in front of her, her eyes letting them know how scared she was behind her calm facade. “Hey,” Jo grabs a hold of her little girl’s shoulders, making her hazel eyes that were identical to her own stare deeply into hers. “You got this. Go out there and have fun, alright? You know your routines, you won’t mess up. Okay?” she reassures her. Jo pulls her daughter into a hug, “I love you baby.” she whispers into her ear, passing her off to Alex.

Instead of staying on the ground, he picks her up and puts her on his side, much like you would do a small child. Dylan had always been on the smaller side, since neither one of her parents were very tall, but gymnastics had definitely stunted her growth a fair amount. For most people it would be a curse, but as all gymnasts know, it was a blessing.

“We’re right here if you need us. Go kick some ass Dyl, and win that state title. You want that banner right?” he teases. Dylan did want a banner though. At her gym, whoever won a state, regionals, sectionals, or nationals title got a banner hung up from the ceiling. She had one from last year, when she won floor, vault, and the all around as a level six, and even more from the years before that in levels three, four, and five.

But a banner as a level seven? Now that would be a dream come true. Why break the streak now? And not to mention, her group would be the last level seven group to go for the weekend, so if she got a high enough all around score, it could be factored in for the team’s total, which could mean another banner (this one provided by the competition) and trophy, if their total score was in the top three. And believe me, she was determined to win that banner, not for her, but for her team.

Another thing she inherited from her parent’s, their competitiveness.

Dylan gives her parents and sister one last hug and ‘I love you’ before ducking under the chain and meeting her coach and teammates on the floor.

...

“Camera, camera, camera.” Alex mumbles, fishing through Jo’s bag until he pulls out the phone. Dylan was about to go up on bars, and he was designated photographer, since his wife couldn’t film for the life of her. The one time she tried, she ended up shooting the ceiling instead of Dylan’s floor routine. Their daughter was not very happy about that.

He presses the start button just as the girl salutes, flashing the judges a smile before she begins. She rolls her neck and then adjusts her grips, stepping onto the mounting block and taking a deep breath before swinging her arms and launching into a kip, drowning out all of the excess noise in the background.

“Legs, legs, legs.” Jo mumbles to herself. It was Dylan’s biggest deduction, having her legs separated.

Straight legs, pointed feet. Kip cast handstand, hit the 180 degree mark, hold it, clear hip, hit 180 again, hollow body, her feet don't hit the ground, cast up to a squat on, she catches sight of the high bar before jumping to it, keeping her legs together as she goes into another kip, casting up into handstand, holding it at 180 for a second without an arch before hollowing back and beginning her giants, hollow body, tap, feet up, over, and again, see the toes in front, release, layout flyaway. Stick.

Dylan beams as she salutes the judge again, going over to her coach and giving her a large hug, finally hearing the cheering coming from her family. A series of whoops and whistles come from her mom and dad, while her little sister claps her hands and gives her a wide smile.

She waits a minute and a half for her score to flash up on the screen, a 9.725. The cheering from her section gets louder, and her teammates engulf her in hugs. It was a hell of a way to start off the meet.

…

Alex pulls out the camera again when Dylan salutes the beam judge, trying to mask her nervousness behind a smile. Alex and Jo both knew how she felt about the beam. She hated it with every fiber of her being, no matter how good she was at it. She glances over at her family, who all give her encouraging smiles. It was just enough to give her the confidence she needed.

He watches as she places her hands on the beam, going from a support to a press handstand for her mount. She stands, doing a few different moves and poses before swinging her arms up by her ears.

“C’mon Dyl.” he whispers to himself. His daughter didn't mind cheering on any other events, but beam was a different story. She was always worried whenever she was on the apparatus, so whenever a sudden noise came through, she struggled. It was something she was working on, but it was going to take time.

She lifts up her left leg, beginning her connection, a back walkover to a back handspring step-out. The girl circles her arms behind her immediately to prevent any balance checks. Jo and Alex both let out audible sighs of relief, knowing that if there was one thing that could go wrong in the routine, it would be that. From the looks of it, Dylan seemed relieved too. Her movements were less tense, she completed her jumps with perfect form, a split jump to a sissone. Her leap hit 180, and her full turn was controlled. All that was left now was her dismount. All three Karev’s sat on the edge of their seats, the baby in Jo’s belly kicking non stop, letting her know that it was in on the action as well.

Dylan kicks her leg into the air, toes pointed, knees locked. Cartwheel step-in, back tuck. Stick. She lets out a breath, turning to the judges and saluting, flashing them a smile, giving her coaches a hug before darting to her family, who had moved closer for the event.

“You did so good.” Jo says, pulling her into a hug over the plastics chains that separated them, Alex doing the same after.

“What score do you think I got Bree?” Dylan asks her little sister, who lets out an adorable giggle before holding out her hands.

“Ten!” she says, making her family laugh. One could dream.

The score flashed up on the screen then, 9.775.

Well, this was going to be a damn good meet.

…

The camera was locked on Dylan as she made her way to her spot on the floor, striking her beginning pose before her music blared through the speakers. She dances around the floor, gliding with an ease neither of her parents had ever experienced themselves. It was a wonder really, how both of their daughter’s were good dancers while they couldn't move for shit.

Her first pass was her hardest, a roundoff back handspring back layout. The family holds their breath as the girl sets high, finishing the rotation with ease, dancing around more before her leap pass, a switch leap to a straddle jump. She dances more, making eye contact with the judges as she moves. Floor was where she had the most confidence, being able to express herself through her music and choreography, that’s why it was always her favorite.

“C’mon Dyl!”

“You got this Dylan,”

“Yay Tissy!”

The family cheered before her second pass, a front handspring front pike, which she had a small step on, but nothing that would make a large difference in her score. She did some floor work, showing off her flexibility in her back with a series of rolls, standing up and doing a full turn. She makes her way to the corner, Jo and Alex watching the scene intently, Alex having Aubryella perched on his knee. This last pass sealed the deal. She runs, hurdles into a front pike, and connects to a front tuck. Stick.

A smile breaks out on the little girl’s face. She moves her limbs in unison to her ending pose, hitting it just as the beat dropped. A series of cheers come from everyone around her. Her family, teammates, coaches. She doesn’t need to wait long for her score to flash up on the screen. A 9.675.

…

Dylan’s last event was vault, her personal best. She had already done her warmups, and now she was just waiting for the judge to hold up the green flag. She adjusts her tiger paws after she salutes, just as Alex starts the recording. She sprints down the runway, hurdling into a roundoff, and pushing back into a back handspring. Her vault was a yurchenko drill. She keeps her form, legs together, knees locked, toes pointed. She finishes, salutes, then goes again. The three in the stands cheer. It was the last event. Her all around score depended on these vaults.

When she does her finishing salute a second time, she knows that it was even better than the last. She looks over to her family and gives them a smile, wanting nothing more than to run over to them, but she knows she can’t, they were too far away.

Her score takes a while to come up on the screen, which could either be a bad or good thing. The Karev’s hold their breath in anticipation, Jo stroking her baby bump with one hand, while holding Alex’s with the other. Even Aubryella was on the edge of her seat, well, more like the edge of her dad’s lap. Her hair was no longer down, but in a braided bun similar to her sisters, since she insisted that she wanted to look just like her. Alex was thankful Jo had packed extra hair ties in not just Dylan’s bag, but also her purse.

A series of loud cheers come from this section as they see their daughter’s score. A 9.800, a personal best.

…

“And now, your vault state champion in the eight to nine year old category with a score of 9.800 is… Dylan Karev!” The announcer cheers as the little brunette makes her way up to the first place podium, an abundance of applause coming from the crowd. A gold medal is placed around her neck by an assistant, who she thanks with a megawatt smile.

“These are your 2029 vault state champions, gymnasts salute.” the announcer says, causing all the girls to raise their arms to the position, all the families in the crowd taking photos of their daughters. Jo, Alex, and Aubryella cheer the loudest, more than proud of Dylan.

As awards went on, more categories were called.

“Your bar's state champion in the eight to nine year old category with a score of 9.725 is... Dylan Karev!”

“Your beam state champion in the eight to nine year old category with a score of 9.775 is… Dylan Karev!”

“On the floor, in second place with a score of 9.675 is… Dylan Karev!”

“And now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for. Your 2029, eight to nine year old all around state champion, with a combined score of 38.975 is… Dylan Karev!” The audience erupted into applause, her parents, her teammates, coaches, and even her teammates parent’s cheering for her. She accepts her fifth medal with a wide smile, hopping down from the podium and back into the crowd. She had just won her ultimate goal, an all around title.

After a few of the older groups were called, it was time for the team awards.

“In first place, with a combined total of 115.575 is… Seattle Gymnastics Academy!” Another first place team award. The team accepts the banner and trophy and poses for photos alongside the second and third place team, proudly showing off their trophy by raising it above their heads.

When she gets down and the awards finish, she runs to her parents, crashing into Alex with a gigantic hug. When she finally lets go, she hugs her mom and sister.

“I’m so proud of you Dyl.” her mom says, touching her cheek affectionately. Gymnastics was her daughter's passion, something she lived and breathed for. Seeing that light in her eyes and that grin was something she would never get tired of.

Aubryella hugs her big sister’s legs, “good job Tissy.” The name came from when the tiny blonde was younger and couldn’t say ‘Sissy’, and had stuck to it ever since.

The family of four makes their way out of the convention center, the drive back to their house was peaceful, the limited hours of sleep they got the night before catching up to them. They all crash onto their respective beds, the girls in their rooms and Jo and Alex in their’s.

Alex runs a hand through his wife’s hair, his other tracing circles on her baby bump, feeling the little life inside of her kick like a crazy person.

They stay like that for a while, savoring the quiet. With two kids in the house, it was a major rarity these days. Jo hums, nuzzling into his embrace. “I love you.” she murmurs into his shirt, on the verge of sleep. He reaches down and places a small kiss on the top of her head.

“I love you too.”

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lombredanslaeu · 4 years

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someone that loves you | lee taeyong

▸ taeyong x antagonist! reader

▸ summary: everyone always gushes about the protagonist - the goody two shoes, i-deserve-all-the-happiness girl. you never had a problem with people getting their happy endings, anyway. but lee taeyong won’t be the rescuing you in a shiny, white horse; you are also not his damsel-in-distress. you are the protagonist in their love story.; word count 4,352

▸ angst, fluff.

this isn’t proofread so i apologize for any mistakes! enjoy <3

You’ve known Lee Taeyong all your life; from being lunchbox friends in elementary school to being party buddies in college. You weren’t the best of friends but you did share the same closest circle of friends in college. You both watched each other grow up, but you weren’t the type of friends to gush about their love life with. In fact, the two of you could only hold a proper conversation if it’s in one of Jaehyun’s parties. Nevertheless, you always found him attractive. He was the hot, cool junior who is currently majoring in music. He has girls trailing behind him; one of those heartthrob male protagonist in a movie or a book. You had the advantage of being in his inner circle - which means you are one step further than the girls chasing after him. You aren’t so bad yourself - you’re quite popular, your hair was always in check, you liked girly clothing. Everyone in your department kisses your ass, if you’re being honest, and you could have anyone wrapped around your finger. Everyone except Taeyong.

“What lipstick should I wear for today?” Your friend, Yeri, asked you while holding two lipstick tubes near her lips.

“This one looks great with the university atmosphere,” you replied, poiting to the one on her left. “The other one would look great on parties and dates.”

“Ugh, you are so great at choosing lip colors.” She complimented. “Speaking of parties, you’re still up for Friday night at Jaehyun’s?”

“Of course!” You exclaimed. “He always hosts the greatest parties.”

“Right?” Joy spoke in agreement. “Besides, that might be the night you finally get it with Taeyong.”

“Oh please,” Yeri interjected. “You know Y/N doesn’t hook up on the first night.”

“I’m the complete opposite of what those bitches at the online forum say about me!” You added.

“You don’t have to listen to those forums, Y/N,” Joy said. You sighed and got back to eating your lunch. Joy and Yeri are two of your closest friends. You met during the first day of your freshman year. You only knew Taeyong as you both came from the same high school, but he looked like he already had friends; that led you to no choice but to talk with the girl beside you during chemistry. It wasn’t long until you started to hang out with Taeyong’s circle of friends. The night of Jaehyun’s party came. It was the same, old thing with Lucas being extra loud than his normal self, and it was either Johnny or Xiaojun in charge of the music. Except today, two unfamiliar faces came through the door.

“Who are they?” You asked Mark beside you.

“That’s Daeun and Euna.” Mark responded. “Apparently, Taeyong and Kun invited them since they’re new in campus.”

You felt a surge of jealousy rage over you. You know you don’t have any reason to feel that at all. It’s not like Taeyong would suddenly want to date you after all the gifts and letters you gave him on his birthday for the past years.

“Do I sense some kind of tension here?” Mark commented. He must have felt the shift in your body at the mention of Taeyong’s name.

“No?” You defended. “Why would I feel some tension?”

You got back to sipping your drink and watch as one of the girls converse with Taeyong and Yuta. She looks nice. She looks innocent and cute. You weren’t one to judge other girls at all. Even if you hated all your competitors, you never resorted to sending bashful comments to them. You walked away from the scene to find Doyoung and get him to get you drunk.

Your professor called in sick for the day, leaving you with no more lectures for the rest of the week. You silently thanked your department for having its finals week earlier than the other departments. You were scrolling through your social media apps to kill time and decided to watch a view stories on instagram. The first story was from Taeyong; it showed a picture of Daeun seated across from him in the library. You were used to seeing Taeyong hang out with other girls before. You would have let it slide like the other girls, except that you notice Taeyong has been hanging out with Daeun more ever since Jaehyun’s party. You skipped over to the next story to distract yourself. As you got invested on your phone, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You looked up to see distressed Taeyong.

“Hey Y/N, are you busy?” He asked.

“Not at all.” You responded, setting down your phone on the table.

“Listen, I am terribly failing Professor Kang’s class,” He started. “He told me you’re his greatest student. So, can you coach me? We have a class debate and I need to win.”

“Okay, remember,” You said to Taeyong. You were explaining to him strategies on how to win a debate. “Analyze every argument your opponent has to say. Don’t miss out on anything.”

Taeyong wrote down on his notebook all the tips you’re giving him. Today was the fourth day you’re coaching him. You got to spend time with Taeyong even if all you did was stay in the library for two hours. During your breaks, you talked about your favorites - movies, songs, food, etc.

“If you win this debate,” You said to him. “I’ll treat you to a HONNE show on the 16th.”

“Woah, Y/N, that’s a deal,” He replied with amusement evident on his face. “I’m gonna destroy that Mingyu.”

You rushed through the hall to catch Taeyong’s debate on time. It was open for anyone to watch. You ditched the remaining hour of your psychology lecture to greet him with a huge bouquet of flowers and your promised ticket to HONNE if he wins. You saw the swarm of people exit the function hall, which means the debate was done. You wiggled yourself through the crowd in search for the boy. You spotted him near the exit with Jungwoo, Yuta, and Daeun.

“Taeyong!” You exclaimed, catching his attention. He walked towards you, smiling at the things on your hands. You noticed that your bouquet of flowers outshine the ones that Daeun gave to him. You mentally smiled at yourself for that.

“I won, Y/N! I won!” He exclaimed before slinging an arm over your shoulders for a brief hug. It may seem like a short, friendly hug to anyone but for you, it was like your skin suddenly felt what it was like to be appreciated.

“You have me as your coach, of course you would win,” You replied. “I’m sure you did amazing. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to catch it. As promised, see you at HONNE.”

He received the bouquet and ticket from your hands and gave you a smile that could light up the darkest parts of you.

“Oh Y/N, I forgot that Daeun and I had plans to catch this movie on the 16th.” Taeyong said. You felt your blood boil slightly. “It’s shows for the last time on the 16th. You can give the ticket to Johnny. He also likes HONNE.”

Taeyong’s rain check bothered you for the entire week. You really wanted to see HONNE with him; you even rejected Joy so that Taeyong could have the extra ticket.

“I thought it was Taeyong you’re supposed to go with?” Johnny said. You asked him to go with you for the concert.

“Yeah but, he has plans with that Daeun girl.” You said, rolling your eyes. Johnny chuckled at your response.

“Wow! The campus’ crush got rejected by Lee Taeyong?” He said with great amusement. “This is breaking news!”

You couldn’t believe it either. Any other guy would be begging to be the one you have a concert date with; the fact that Taeyong rain checked on you bothered you to the core.

“Hey, cheer up, Y/N.” Johnny said, his tone becoming concerned.

You sighed and force a small smile. “It’s fine, John.”

“Hey,” He spoke, facing you. “Do you really want Taeyong to be free on the 16th?”

His menacing eyes made you skeptical about whatever plan he has in mind. Johnny was always the deceitful one. He gets away with everything and anyone. For the past year of being friends with him, you’re guaranteed that Johnny’s plans never fail. The next thing you know, you’re sneaking into the university’s clinic. Your university clinic arranges a mandatory annual check up that each student must attend to. You only get one appointment every year and if you fail to do so, you’re not allowed to enter any contests/competitions for the rest of the year. Daeun was part of the archery team and they have a competition coming next month. As part of the debate varsity, you know that every team member takes the check up seriously; so does Daeun.

“Y/N, hurry up, the nurses’ lunch ends in 15.” Haechan whispered. He volunteered to be your look out. He was Johnny’s partner in crime so, you know that he’ll help you execute this perfectly. You found the schedules for the check ups for this and wrote Daeun’s name on the 16th.

You were walking back from a long meeting with your college organization. It was nearing midnight since you and your team needed to stay back and fix some stuff. The walk from your school to your dorm wasn’t very far and although it was really late, the street was illuminated with street lights. As you approached a bus stop near the exit of your school, you noticed a familiar figure.

“Taeyong?” You asked the person, who seems to be clutching his side because of pain. He lifted his face to you, causing you to see the few scratches and cuts lined with blood. “What the fuck happened to you?”

“It’s nothing, just came across some bad blood.” He replied, wincing as the cut on the corner of lips hindered him from speaking comfortably.

“This isn’t nothing, Taeyong.” You said with utmost concern. “Come with me to my dorm. I’ll help you clean that up before you catch a bus.”

You walked with him to your dorm. You couldn’t let Taeyong go inside a filthy bus with his exposed wounds. He sat down on your couch as you get the first-aid kit that the landlord placed in every unit.

“Care to tell me what really happened?” You inquired. You dabbed a piece of cotton on the cuts near his lips. Taeyong was always beautiful but he was too ethereal to be scarred with such wounds.

“I got into a fight with Daeun’s ex.” He sighed. “I overheard them arguing during lunch earlier. He threatened to hurt her if she doesn’t get back together with him so, I wait for him to finish his community service and went for it.”

Your heart winced at the fact that Taeyong got hurt for Daeun. It wasn’t the right time to compare but whenever people would comment hurtful prejudice to you, it was always the others guys who would come to your defense. Taeyong only knew Daeun for a short amount of time but he’s starting to act like her knight in shining armor. You couldn’t deny that Daeun was a sweet girl; she helped you with a physics problem once and told you that you could always ask for help. Your pride got the most of you and ignore her. Taeyong probably likes the sweet ones and you were too bitter for your own good.

“Thank you for your help, Y/N.” Taeyong said as you announced that you were done cleaning up his wounds.

“No problem.” You replied. “Just promise me you’ll get your ribs checked tomorrow.”

He smiled at you; and for the first time in quite some time, you felt like the good girl in this story.

Today was the day of the HONNE concert. You didn’t expect Taeyong to approach you since he knew Johnny will be the one you’re going with, but here he is - standing in front of you.

“Listen, I just found out that Johnny had a stomach flu and wouldn’t be able to go to the concert.” He said. You didn’t know Johnny had the stomach flu so this surprised you. “I didn’t want you to come alone so, I was hoping that his spot hasn’t been taking yet.”

You tilted your head to the side. “Don’t you have a movie to catch with Daeun?”

“Yeah but she was scheduled to have the annual check up today.” He replied.

“Great, see you at the concert.” You said, smiling at him before walking away.

“That was so fun!” Taeyong exclaimed as you both exit the concert venue. You decided to grab a drink in a bar nearby.

“Right?” You agreed, reciprocating the wide smile he has on his face. “’Location Unknown’ definitely moved me to the core.”

You settled in a booth in the bar. This bar was a great spot for concert-goers so you weren’t expecting to stay for a long time.

“Can I tell you something?” He said, playing with the bottle in his hands. You lifted your eyebrow to signal that you were willing to listen. “Daeun just said she loves me.”

You swallowed the lump forming in your throat. “And what did you say?”

“Well, she didn’t say it to my face. Taeil overheard her and Euna talking.” He replied.

“Do you love her back?” You asked. You hoped to the stars that he’ll say no.

“I don’t know.” You relaxed at his response. “But, I do like her.”

You felt like you lost your chance. Is Daeun prettier? Is she really kinder than you? Are you unlovable?

“Wait,” You held your palms up. “Why are you telling me this? We’re not that close.”

He shrugged at you. “I don’t know. After our debate tutoring, I realized that you’re actually cool to hang with. Besides, you’re not friends with Daeun or Euna, so I bet you won’t tell them what I have to say.”

“Are all of your friends close with them?” You asked.

“Yeah, almost everyone.” He replied.

Oh, so everyone likes them? You couldn’t deny that you may seem bitchy to other people. Yuta and Jaemin seems like they never liked you since the beginning, despite not doing anything to them. The fact that they like Daeun and Euna doesn’t sit right with you.

As the weeks go by, you witness first-hand how Taeyong and Daeun got closer. She was always present on Jaehyun’s parties and it seems like Daeun’s instagram stories are just becoming endless candid photos of Taeyong. You scrolled past her instgaram stories. Christmas time is coming up. You usually never give presents to everyone but this time, you were determined to be selfless. You carefully wrapped everyone’s presents. Butterflies flew in your stomach as you wrapped Yuta’s present. You knew he was never fond of your presence. He once called you “Regina George” because according to him, you fit that category. You never understood why he would label you as such. All you did was beat him during debate and spoke nothing but the truth about his shortcomings as a speaker. Jaemin, on the other hand, used to be your vice president in the debate varsity. You two got along together before; that was until someone showed you a screenshot of a tweet on his private twitter account saying that you were a bad president.

“I can’t believe you are this low.” You said to Jaemin.

“Well, you should believe that you are a bad president because you never listen to anyone but yourself!” His tone was more hostile. You were trying your best to stay calm but the comment he just gave blew whatever cool you had in you.

“Okay, you can keep talking but just now,” Your voice lowered as you say the last phrase. “I’m never gonna listen to whatever bullshit you have to stay.”

You remembered having half of the debate varsity turn their backs against you. But, it was the same old thing. You were always the villain in everything. You wanted to make amends with Yuta and Jaemin and gave them their presents.

Yuta scoffed at the gesture. “Oh please, trying to play nice since the comments about you on the online forum are starting to get into your head?”

“I’m just trying to be nice.” You said. “I know things aren’t cool between us, so I’m here to make amends.”

“Stop trying to be nice.” Jaemin spoke. “Stop proving that you’re not the bad guy when you know to yourself that you are.”

He got up and threw the present in the nearest garbage bin. You held back the tears that were threatening to form in your eyes. You’re Y/N. You never cry in front of people. You sighed in defeat and left the lecture hall.

“That wasn’t very nice, you guys.” Taeyong scolded the younger boys. He was the only one inside the hall aside from you, Yuta, and Jaemin. He excused himself from the two as he followed you into the hallway. He saw your sniffling figure near a storage room. He placed a hand on your shoulder which caused you to frantically wipe your tears.

“It’s okay, Yong.” You said.

“I’m sorry for what they said.” He started.

“You don’t have to apologize for their actions.” You replied, sighing. “Besides, apologizing for them won’t fix anything between us.”

“You’re a good person, Y/N.” He said, staring into your eyes. “I’m sorry it took me a while to realize that.”

Your heart was booming against your chest. He leaned forward and you felt his lips brush against yours. The next thing you know, your lips are moving in sync with his. You felt the universe sparkle with magic at the feeling. The boy of your dreams is kissing you. For the first time in your life, something felt ethereal. Your internal rejoice was cut short as you see the figure of Daeun from Taeyong’s shoulders. You were about to pull away but she already ran.

“You shouldn’t have done that, Taeyong.” You said, breathing heavily at the guilt.

“Why? Johnny told me you liked me?” He said. Your eyes widened at the statement.

“Yeah, Taeyong.” You replied. “I’m in love with you. For all the years we’ve spent together, I thought one day, you would like me too. But Daeun loves you, and I know you like her. You shouldn’t have kissed me just because you knew I’m in love with you. That’s not fair.”

Taeyong furrowed his eyebrows. “Did she see us?” His voice was low but you could hear it.

“Yes.” You replied. “I’m sorry. I want you for myself that’s why I didn’t pull away immediately.”

“What if I said I want you too?”

“I am the bad guy.” You spoke as you stared in the nothing. Yeri and Joy decided to take you out after what happened. “I knew Daeun loves Taeyong and yet, I let him kiss me.” ”It’s not your fault Taeyong found you kissable that time, Y/N.” Yeri replied.

You rolled your eyes at her response and before you could say anything, Joy interjected. “It’s true, Y/N. You know in yourself that you wouldn’t kiss Taeyong since he said he likes Daeun.”

You groaned as you put your head in your hands. Your phone lights up and you saw that you got a new text.

Lee Taeyong [10:57 pm]: can we talk tomorrow? pls…

You [10:59 pm]: ok.

You waited for Taeyong on the bleachers near the soccer field. There weren’t a lot of people since students started going home to their hometowns but Taeyong’s friends were there.

“Oh, you’re here to steal Taeyong again, Y/N?” Jaemin asked mockingly.

You rolled your eyes as Mark said, “He’ll be here any moment, Y/N.” and gave you a smile.

You stared at the sunset and wondered what the rest of the day has in store for you. You spotted Taeyong chasing after Daeun during third period earlier. The guilt consumed you. You were typically the type to be selfish about things. You thought you were doing something great by giving out presents but based on Yuta and Jaemin’s reactions, you felt like you can never be kind to anyone. You spotted Taeyong walking towards you. You swallowed the butterflies that tried to escape your throat.

“Hey.” He said quitely. He sat down beside you. “About what I said the other day-”

His sentence was cut short by Euna running towards you.

“Taeyong!” She exclaimed as she was approaching. “Taeyong-”

“Euna, calm down,” He tried to help her catch your breathe.

“Daeun-” Euna began. There was a small pinch of worry inside you. You were worried that something might have happened to her because of what she saw. “I don’t know what you two are talking but- Daeun is on her way to transfer to another college. If you really like her, Taeyong, please stop her.”

Taeyong looked down, conflict evident in his demeanor. He stayed silent for a while as Euna went away. Your hands turned cold. He hasn’t said anything but you knew what his decision was.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” He whispered before bolting off towards Euna’s direction.

You didn’t realize that you were crying until you felt a tear drop on your legs. You thought you had him. The moment he said that he wants you too, made you feel like you’re up on cloud nine. But clouds disappear and the moment they do, you’ll be falling from the sky and down to the ground. You stood up and saw the look on everyone’s eyes. For the first time in forever, you saw pity on Yuta’s eyes.

News spread fast as they often do. The announcement of Daeun and Taeyong’s relationship went through your ear for the nth time today. With the guidance of chocolates and countless bottles of alcohol, you tried yourself to forget about Taeyong. As you were drunkenly singing “Truth Hurts” by Lizzo, you remembered who you are. You are Y/N. And you don’t cry for anyone.

“You’re prettier, Y/N.” Joy attempts at cheering you up. Yeri smiled at you and held your hand as a sign of comfort. You three chatted for a while until it was time for them to catch their flights home. It was the end of the semester but you were too bummed to go back to your hometown. The quietness of your town wouldn’t be a good combination with your thoughts. You figured that the city would be the best place for now. You mentally thanked Taeyong for making you believe that you could be a good person. You thanked him for the butterflies and the greatest kiss that you’ve had so far.

As you stood up, you saw Yuta standing in your direction.

“You’re a good person, Y/N.” He said all of a sudden. You tilted your head in confusion. He just smiled and walked away.

Before his figure became blurry, you noticed that he was swearing the shirt you got him for Christmas.

a/n: ya know in retrospect, this seems like ur typical cheesy teenage movie. might delete this soon hehehe anyway, feedback are always welcome!!

#lee taeyong #lee taeyong imagines #lee taeyong x reader #taeyong imagines #taeyong x you #taeyong x reader #taeyong fluff #taeyong angst #taeyong smut #nct 127 #nct angst #nct imagines #nct drabbles

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p-artsypants · 4 years

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Arcadia or Bust (16) Corner of Main and State

"Yeah, so mom…we made it to New Jersey, and we're all safe...but the Heartstone isn't really...impressive. So, we're bringing what we found home. See you soon!" In Which Arcadia welcomes back it's underground citizens, Jim gets used to mundane life as a Troll, and drama seeks them all out like a magnet.

Ao3 | FF.net

I’m rewatching Trollhunters, because it’s been like a year since I watched it, and the more I listen, the less the plot of Wizards makes sense to me. Don’t get me wrong, I loved it, but there’s some lore and continuity issues. That being said, I’ll continue to write this story using Trollhunter’s lore primarily, with a sprinkle of Wizards and 3Below lore as I see fit. :)

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Jim had been through a lot of trauma in his life. At least since becoming the Trollhunter. But nothing was as jarring as looking down to his chest and seeing his ribcage, muscles, and heart beating.

They had taken the amulet from where it was nestled, and in return, left the gaping hole wide open, oozing with blood, and exposed. Could trolls get infections? Because humans certainly could, and this was just asking for infection.

He had been lying here alone for a few hours now. It was hard to tell exactly how long in the vast passage of time while drenched in pain.

When Colonel Kubritz appeared at his side, he wasn’t even surprised. Had he fallen asleep?

“How do you get this to work?” She bit. In her hand, she held the cleaned amulet, and it glowed, aching to be back with him.

“You can’t. You have to be chosen by it. Even if I die, it will pick someone else. And it might not be you.”

She slapped him for that, but it looked like it hurt her more than him, by the wince on her face. “Don’t give me that crap. Tell me how to work it!”

“Just speak the incantation inscribed.”

“We already tried that.”

He shrugged. “That’s all it is.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Teach me to use it, and I’ll let you go home.”

Jim sighed. It was pointless, but he may as well try.

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Claire rang the doorbell at the designated house.

A surly man opened the door. “Yeah? What do you want? No solicitors! Unless you’re a girl scout…no, you’re too old. Are you with the tamale lady?”

“Hello sir, I’m not here to sell anything, I actually came to ask about the car you had totaled a few days ago.”

“Are you here to hunt down that devil that flipped my baby?!” He gestured to the smashed in car in the driveway. It looked drivable, but one bump away from death.

“Not quite...I’m actually here to fix it.”

“Fix it? You want to fix that? My mechanic couldn’t even fix it! And you want to! What are you, 15?”

“17, actually.”

“I doubt you have the experience for this, little lady.”

“Oh, I’m not a mechanic, I’m a sorceress.”

“A what now?”

“Sorceress, a witch! Do I have permission to fix your truck?”

“Girlie, if you can fix my truck, I’ll owe you a huge favor.”

“I was hoping you’d say that!” With a little skip, Claire went over to the truck and rested her hands on the hood. “Ad initium redire...” Her hands glowed purple, and pulsed against the metal, making it groan. Then it began to twist and crunch, popping out dents and welding pieces back together.

The old man stood in shock as his beloved truck knit back together, and when she was done, it was in perfect condition.

“How did—where did you—?!” He rounded the car, circling it like a vulture. “It’s perfect! You even took out that bump from years ago! You’re a miracle worker, girlie!”

Claire fell on her butt on the driveway, dizzy and winded. “Glad to help.”

“You alright?”

“Just a little winded. I’m still getting used to using magic, especially without a staff. It’s exhausting.”

“Well why don’t you take a seat up on the porch instead of the road? I’ll get you a beer.”

“I’m seventeen.”

“You’ve earned it!”

Claire chuckled to herself and climbed to her feet. She followed the man up his steps and took a seat on the porch swing while he went inside.

Only a minute later, he returned with beers in hand. “Here you are darlin’. Summertime ale. I’m partial to dark ale myself, but my neighbor got me this pale ale. It’s pretty good! You have a favorite?”

Claire took a sip and tried to hide the grimace. “I don’t really get to drink very often, unless it’s a special occasion.”

“Right right, we’ll keep it our little secret. Now then, I owe you a favor. You just saved me a whole chunk of change and a basket of anxiety. You must have something in mind since you offered?” He suddenly sat up straight. “Oh god, you don’t want my soul do you?”

Claire snorted. “No no, you can keep your soul! Don’t know what I would do with it anyways...You know the boy that damaged your truck in the first place?”

“I only saw a glimpse of him, that blue devil? What about him?”

“He’s actually my boyfriend, and he’s really very sweet and usually not like this. But he was...fed something he shouldn’t have had and it made him go berserk.”

“Crying shame.”

“I’ll say! So the army came in and took him away! They wouldn’t listen to us at all!”

“So what do you want me to do about it?”

“We are going to run a campaign to get him out. Hopefully, if we get enough attention on the issue, they’ll let him go.”

“Oh, I gotcha.”

“So if you could just...spread the truth around town? He’s actually the one that stopped that troll invasion back at the beginning of summer.”

The man looked surprised at that. “No kidding, that was him? Well, he’s a local hero! He’s been talked about a lot since then! Sure I’ll set the record straight! What’s this kid’s name?”

“Jim Lake Jr.”

“Got it! Don’t worry, I’ll bring it up at the lodge, and the rotary, and the chess club...”

—

The phone was ringing, he had been successfully patched through. Strickler sat in his office after hours, wanting to make the call as private as possible.

“Stricklander, I haven’t heard from you since the fall of the Janus order. What reason have you called on me?”

“Can’t I just call an old friend to catch up?”

“You? No.”

Walt cracked a smile. “Fine. I need a favor.”

“Changeling to changeling, or school principal to army general?”

“The latter, actually.”

The man on the other line laughed. “Color me intrigued.”

“You know of the human Trollhunter, correct?”

“Just what you wrote in your dossier, a human male, 16 years old, lives in Arcadia Oaks, California, turned half-troll by the wizard Merlin. Responsible for the death of Bular and Gunmar. Quite a remarkable young soul. Is there anything else to know?”

“He’s been captured by the United States Army.”

The man let out half a chuckle. “Captured? What dumb trouble did he get into?”

“His deadbeat father left out some cocaine for the boy to find, he thought it was trash, and ate it.”

Distantly on the other line, there was laughter, a strong bark of laughter that lasted far too long. When he came back, he was calm. “How unfortunate.”

“He’s a good kid. Why would there be a kilogram of cocaine in the trash anyways? I fail to see the humor in the situation.”

“Of course. So, I assume, he went on a rampage following his meal, and then attracted the attention of some of us?”

“So you haven’t heard about it?”

“Not where I’m stationed. But give me a moment.” The line went silent, only a very distant and quiet tapping of keys on a keyboard being tapped. Then the man returned. “I’m glad you told me about this. This incident hasn’t been reported to our database. That shows evidence of misconduct. Did you get the name of the commanding officer responsible, by chance?”

“Colonel Kubritz, I believe.”

More typing. “Area 49-B.”

“That name was also passed around.”

“Technically not my jurisdiction, and since she didn’t report it, I’m not supposed to know about it.”

“I’m afraid you will officially know about it soon.”

“Oh?”

“His friends and family, myself included, are going to put on a protest for his freedom. Drawing attention to the situation.”

That echoing laughter was back again.

“It wasn’t my idea, in case you were wondering.”

“I know, you wouldn’t come up with something so bold. Regardless, go ahead in through with it. I’ll make sure whatever protest happens gets brought to my superior’s attention, and then I will take it from there.”

“Thanks. I will owe you one.”

“Oh come now, Walter, we Changelings that survived the Fall of the Janus order have to stick together. Besides, I heard rumors that you’re caring for my familiar?”

“He’s still in the cradle stone, and the moment. One baby at a time, for now.”

“Then we’re even. Besides, this is the most interesting thing that’s happened in a while. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“Your kindness is refreshing. I’m glad Gunmar didn’t eat you.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“We’ll be in touch then, Samuel.”

“Of course, Walter.”

—

“How goes the car repair?” Asked Merlin, as he met up with Toby and Claire in the park.

“Ugh, exhausting. First I stopped at the mechanics, and they’re still backed up with fixing other cars. Apparently, Gunmar’s army did a number and backed them up for months. But they gave me the names of all the clients who got totaled from Jim. I had to hit the scrap yard for four of them, and I just finished another two in driveways.”

“How many does that leave you with?”

“Seven more,” she sighed. “How goes the road work?”

“It goes. Now come along, there’s someone I’d like you to meet.” He didn’t wait for them to follow as he turned and started walking away.

Sharing a dubious look, Toby and Claire quickly caught up with him. He led them to a bookstore, where a young man was sweeping outside.

“Hisirdoux, my faithful and loyal apprentice—“

“You're damn straight I’m loyal!” He shouted. “Where have you been? I’ve been cleaning tables for the last 900 years!”

“Calm yourself boy, I’m here now, aren’t I? And I need your help.”

“Finally! What is it? Just say the word!”

“I need you to go with Miss Claire Nuñez and help her restore recently smashed vehicles.”

“What?”

“Or, you can repair street damage.”

Douxie crossed his arms. “What is this? I saw what happened! There were trolls, and evidence of Morgana! And now you need my help? To clean up, several months later?”

“That is correct.”

“Why didn’t you call for me back then?!”

“I forgot.”

“You forgot? About me?”

“Oh come now, don’t take it personally. I was busy trying to prepare the Trollhunter to fight Gunmar. And get my magic back from Morgana.”

Douxie seemed to become more sympathetic at that. “Morgana stole your magic?”

“Yes, but it’s all in the past now. Everything is fine. Well, not really. Seems that the US Army has declared the Trollhunter as a menace to society. We must get the trust of the city on our side if we are to get them to trust us, and agree that his capture is unjust.”

“Please,” said Claire. “We need all the help we can get.”

Douxie sighed. “Alright. Afterwards, you’re training me again.” He gave Merlin a hard look. “And no amateur magic either. I’ve been doing the same drills for 900 years. I think I’m ready for more advanced work.”

“Oh, you will be. Starting with helping Miss Nuñez field her shadow magic.”

Douxie looked at her, in awe. “You’re practicing shadow magic? Truly?”

“It’s a recent development…”

“She took Morgana’s Skathe-Hrün, and wielded it without any training. Because of that she has a tether to Morgana in the Shadow realm, who has been teaching her ever so slightly. I’m not allowed to train her, but she could use the guidance of a Wizard in the physical realm. Do you understand Hisirdoux?”

“I do, and I’ll be happy to teach her…I’m just…I’ll need a moment or two to digest the sentence you just said.”

“Well, don’t take too long, we have a Trollhunter to rescue!”

—

There was a heavy knock on the door, which was never a good thing. Especially nowadays.

Still, Barbara went to the door.

Standing there was Detective Scott and James Lake Sr.

“Does this belong to you?” Asked the detective.

“I don’t claim him, no.”

Her almost ex-husband smiled at her, pleadingly, “Please Babs?”

“What is he even doing out? You arrested him!”

“About that…” Detective Scott winced. “We don’t have enough to keep him on.”

“What!” She shouted. “He confessed in front of a bunch of people!”

“Which would be helpful if we had a case for a trial. But as it stands, he doesn’t actually have any drugs on him. And we don’t have a confession on tape. So…we’re shit out of luck.”

“Oh come on Louis, you know the cocaine came from him! Where else would Jim have gotten it from?”

“Look, the chief’s not thrilled that we didn’t arrest the guy responsible for trashing the town, but we’re supposed to arrest someone else without evidence?”

Barbara threw her hands up in the air. “With probable cause!”

“That doesn’t work with drug dealers. He’s clean, Barbara. All the blood tests came back clean too.”

“Ugh.”

The house shook slightly, and Barbara felt the floor bow behind her. “Is there a problem, officer?” Asked Draal.

“Nothing you can help with, Draal. Thank you.” Barbara sighed. “James is not being charged.”

“But he is a criminal, this degenerate flesh bag poisoned the Trollhunter! He should face banishment for his crimes!”

James withered a little with the glare Draal gave him.

“Well,” said Officer Scott. “Maybe you can keep an eye on him from now on. If you have evidence that he is dealing, like physical traces of cocaine on the premises, call us. But for now, there’s not much else we can do.”

“This is ludicrous.”

“I know, I’m sorry Barbara. How is Jim?”

She frowned. “You haven’t heard? The army came and collected him from the hospital!”

Louis sputtered. “The army came?!”

“Yes!”

“Where were they when Gunmar was terrorizing us?” He scoffed. “Again, sorry Barbara, I can’t help you here.”

“It’s alright. We’ve got a plan.”

“Love to hear it, but I’ve got to get back to the office. I’m sure Toby will tell Darci, and she’ll tell me. Good luck!” And he left James on the porch.

“Babs, I’m sorry…”

“Save it.” Barbara scoffed, but allowed him in the house.

Draal never took his eyes off the man.

“Well, you’ll be happy to know I have no more supply. And after Rudy found out what happened to my last Kilo, she’s not getting anymore for me. So…”

“I’ll have to thank Jim for keeping a kilogram of Cocaine off the streets of Arcadia. We have a fairly low rate of drug use around here, and we don’t need you to ruin people’s lives.”

James sighed, knowing he had dodged a huge bullet by being let off the hook. He’d rather deal with his wife than with his ex-associates in jail any day. “I think I’ve still ruined people’s lives anyway.” He walked into the living room, only to halt at the signs on the table.

Release Jim Lake Jr.

Justice for Jim

Let Lake Go!

“Babs, what is all this?”

“That’s part of our plan to free Jim! I’m friends with the councilwoman, and she suggested that we campaign for his release. Bringing a lot of unwanted attention onto his capture will stir the government to let him go!”

James jutted out his jaw, a sign of barely concealed rage. An expression Barbara had grown very used to in the last few months. “So, you’re going to put his name—my name in the news? You’re going to broadcast what city we live in?”

“Yes.”

He whirled on her, grabbing her arm. “Babs, people are looking for me! Horrible, mean, and ruthless people! If you put his name out there, they’ll know where to look!”

“All the better! Then they can come take you off my hands!”

“You don’t understand! I owe them a lot of money, and they’ll take it anyway they can! That includes extorting you, Jim, and whoever else they connect with me!”

Draal stepped in, removing his hand from Barbara’s arm. “This house is under my protection. If anyone dare tries to enter, they will be dealt with swiftly.”

“You don’t know what these men are capable of.”

“I assure you, I’ve decimated armies of flesh bags in my day. These men are no different.”

Barbara smiled. “If you’re really that scared, I hear Vermont is lovely this time of year.”

James just narrowed his eyes, before storming out of the room.

—

The first rally took place from 3pm to dusk, starting from after school, and leading up to when Trolls would be able to participate. Granted, it was only a handful of people, but standing in the middle of downtown did garner a lot of attention. More than a dozen people walking past had stopped to ask about the cause. They were then given a short synopsis of the situation, as it pertained to them:

“Jim is a 16 year old student who was chosen by the trolls to be our protector. He willingly gave up his humanity to defeat Gunmar the Black, the monstrous troll that attacked the city at the beginning of the summer. Now, he looks like a troll, and was sabotaged to go into a rage and damage the city. The US army took him away without a trial! He’s a hero to the city, and deserves fair treatment!”

Reactions ranged from:

“Oh, he stopped that thing?”

To:

“Oh my god! He’s just a child!”

Overwhelmingly, there was no negative feedback, at least in person. But it was only day one.

—

“This daylight...is it significant?” The colonel asked, as she circled his table.

“It’s just a name.” Jim lied. “A sword with a name is stronger than one without.”

“Interesting. Interesting indeed. According to my notes, trolls turn to stone in daylight. Any correlation there?”

So she already knew? Then what was the point? Was she just playing with him?

“I’m the Trollhunter, and I fight bad trolls. It would make sense to name my sword after something they’re afraid of.”

She hummed. “And what about you?”

“What about me?”

“Are you afraid of daylight?”

“Why would I be?”

The colonel laughed. “Oh Jim Lake Jr. You’re the worst liar I’ve ever met. You are honest and forthcoming with truths that work in your favor. You freely told me of your transformation, and of your victory against a Troll tyrant. But now that I’m edging on the topic of your weakness, you clam up and give me vague answers. I can do this all day, beast. What does daylight do to you?”

“Nothing. It doesn’t do anything to me.”

“Really? Even as a troll? That’s interesting.”

“It’s fortunate.”

“I would say so. Though, now you’ve got me curious. These burns on your skin…where did they come from?” She dragged her fingernail over one of the dark marks.

Jim winced. “I don’t know. I wasn’t aware in my rage state.”

“Then you won’t mind if I find out for myself?” She crooked a finger towards the shadows. Jim could hear the creak of wheels before a lamp with several fixtures was wheeled forward.

“Oh no…”

“UV lights, all different wattages. Let’s see what works the best, hmm?”

—

ARCADIA TRIBUNE

Justice for Jim

By Nadja Chamack

Who is Jim Lake Jr. anyway? This is a question I asked myself as I drove downtown three days ago. No doubt, you’ve seen the crowd of students and teachers holding signs on the corner of Main and State Street. It’s pretty hard to miss, quite honestly. Among the students, there’s also Councilwoman Nuñez, and resident Troll Mascot, ARRRGH! Signs range from ‘Justice for Jim’ to ‘Free our Lake’.

But who is Jim Lake Jr.? And what happened? A precursory search on my end showed only a scant few facts. Jim is a student at Arcadia Highschool, in his Junior year. He was nominated as Spring Fling King last year, and played the part of Romeo in the school play. His criminal record seemed pretty clean too. A misdemeanor for scratching a rental scooter was all that showed up. But hey, who hasn’t done that?

So I went to the source, his family and friends campaigning for him. On Saturday, the group was downtown, campaigning all day long, so I had the chance to interview each and every person about why they were there.

Turns out, Jim Lake Jr. might be the most amazing person in Arcadia.

From his mother, Dr. Barbara Lake, I learned that Jim is an Arcadia native, born and raised here. He enjoys cooking gourmet food, working on his vespa, and acting.

Oh, and he’s the first human Trollhunter.

What? You’ve never heard of a Trollhunter? Me neither. But Barbara and Blinky, another resident Troll, gave me the scoop.

You all remember that night at the beginning of the summer that we all promised not to talk about? Well, I’m going to talk about it. In fact, I’m here to give you all the answers you’ve been craving.

Many months before that fateful night, a new Trollhunter was chosen, after the previous one had perished. “The Trollhunter is chosen according to his mettle, by the amulet of the Trollhunter, as created by Merlin, the wizard of Arthurian legend. Jim was chosen after the fall of Kanjigar, his predecessor. Jim is the first human to be chosen, also the smallest and weakest. But, he was the first to defeat Bular, son of Gunmar!” Said his mentor, Blinky. None of this made any sense to me at first, though it was said with great enthusiasm.

It turns out, the trolls that we’ve gotten used to seeing around town, mostly ARRRGH, are ‘good’ trolls. The bad trolls, ‘Gum-gums’ are what invaded our town and destroyed my car. The Trollhunter’s whole job is to fight off these bad trolls, and gnomes, and goblins, and everything else that goes bump in the night. And so he did. The Gum-Gums invaded from the ‘Darklands’, being led by a fearsome troll named Gunmar the Black, the Skullcrasher, the Dark Lord…he had a lot of names, and it was obviously a bad dude. Gunmar had plans to invade the whole world by blotting out the sun, a.k.a the eclipse we saw. And he would have gotten away for it too, if it weren’t for those meddling kids!

Mainly Jim Lake Jr. and his friends.

And how does a sixteen year old defeat a couple millennia old, bloodthirsty, all powerful tyrant? With a fancy sword? Close. With some magical armor? Closer. By giving up a part of his humanity and becoming a half-human, half-troll hybrid? Now you’re getting it! Yes, to protect Arcadia, to protect us, Jim Lake Jr. allowed himself to be changed. You may have seen him around town. Blue skin, big horns...okay, I just described most of the trolls that are around here.

“Jim works the night shift at my store,” said Stu Harding, owner of Thrifty Furnishings. “He’s a very hard worker, and always willing to do the heavy lifting that is hard for the other employees to do.”

“Despite his appearance, Jim ultimately decided to attend school,” said Principal Walter Strickler. “After the school found out about why he had missed so many days of school, they were willing to move him onto the next grade to be with his peers. He was a good student before all this, and he fought really hard to keep his grades up regardless. We felt he should still have the opportunity to graduate. We were looking forward to having him on our football team, and in our spring production of Beauty and the Beast.”

So what happened to Jim? And why is there such a big campaign for his freedom?

Well, the truth is that Jim is a victim of unfortunate circumstances. In more ways than one, obviously. Trolls eat our trash. That’s why Arcadia has such a small carbon footprint! (Be sure to thank ARRRGH next time you see him!) And this trait was adopted by Jim too, when he was transformed.

“He just picked a bunch of items out of the trash. Cans, an old sock, and what looked like a VHS wrapped in duct tape,” said Jim’s best friend, Toby Dolmzalski. “It was a normal lunch for him. But right in the middle of gym class, he turned crazy town banana pants and took off! I had never seen Jim act like that! Ever!”

After an 8 hour rage through town, Jim collapsed and was taken to the hospital for evaluation. It turns out what Jim had ingested turned out to be a kilogram of pure cocaine!

At this time, it is unknown where the cocaine came from, or if it was planted purposefully. (Seriously, who throws away a kilogram of cocaine?)

But the damage that Jim caused was extensive enough to catch the attention of the US army, who has taken Jim into captivity from the hospital. No trial, no rights, they even took him while he was unconscious. His friends and family have not heard from him since.

“I’m so worried,” said girlfriend, Claire Nuñez. “He was injured from the battle with Gunmar, and didn’t completely heal. In the hospital, he was covered in burns from the sun. I have no idea if they’re caring for him properly, or dissecting him like some creature. But he deserves so much better than this. He saved our town, he saved my life, and the life of my baby brother. That’s why we won’t rest until he’s home!”

“Not bad,” said ARRRGH, long time friend of Jim. “Good troll have bad days, best trolls have worse days. Jim need some good days.”

Couldn’t have said it better myself, ARRRGH.

Friends and family of Jim are asking everyone share #JusticeforJim on social media, hoping to get the attention of someone in charge. All the damage caused by Jim has been repaired, and there were no casualties from his attack.

Of course, the whole ‘troll’ aspect of this story has to be a local legend. So when sharing it to social media, kindly leave that part out.

—

“C-Bomb!” Mary shouted from the other end of the hall. She came running and almost crashed into Claire and Toby, holding her phone up in the air. “My twitter feed is blowing up, girl! Look at all of this!” She held the screen up so they could see.

“Citizen abducted by the government, is this China or North Korea? Neither! It’s the US! #JusticeforJim”

“Imagine if this was your son. So sad, and so scary! #JusticeforJim”

“This is real life, not science fiction #JusticeforJim”

“Whoa, where did these all come from?” Asked Claire. “What did you post?”

“Did you know Snapper Karr did a report on it!?”

“Snapper Karr? From KTTV in LA?”

“Yes! Thankfully, he left out the whole troll thing. I’ll send you a link. In his story, Jim is just a kid that has a rare genetic disorder that makes him look different, and so the government took him away!”

Claire winced. “This is…kind of spiraling out of control.”

“I don’t know why you’re worrying, Claire,” said Darci. “We want people talking about Jim getting abducted. It doesn’t matter if the world outside Arcadia doesn’t have all the facts. They still know he’s been taken away without a trial, and that’s all that’s important. Besides, Jim doesn’t want the whole world knowing about Trolls, right?”

She nodded. “As long as this works, I’ll be happy.”

“And sensationalist stories like this blow up for like a week, and then they die out and are forgotten. This won’t last.” Mary waved her hand. “It should work long enough to get Jimmy Jam out though.” Then she squealed. “OMG you know what we should do?! We should totally have a welcome home party! Or-or a parade! Like they have for veterans!”

“Mary, I don’t think—“

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it! You’re not the only one with ties to the city!” And she hurried off, texting frantically.

“What’s up Claire? I would have thought you’d be ecstatic the hashtag went viral.” Asked Toby.

“Don’t get me wrong, I am happy. And I’m happy that Snapper Karr chalked the troll thing up to local legend or superstition…but I can’t help but worry that something bad is going to come out of this.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. It’s just a gut feeling.” She scoffed and went to her locker. “It’s dumb, don’t worry about it.”

No sooner had she said that, did Strickler appear. “Claire, Toby, come with me.”

“What?”

“I’ve already spoken with your teachers, now come along.”

Claire and Toby shared a look, but followed regardless.

—

They were led to the parking lot, where a black van with tinted windows waited, a huge red flag, if there ever was one.

“Umm…” said Toby.

“Don’t worry.” Strickler assured.

A man in an army uniform stepped out of the driver seat. “Walter, good to see you again.”

“Glad to see you as well, Samuel. And thank you for following through with your promise.”

“As I said, this is the most interesting thing to happen in a while.” He glanced at the two teenagers in attendance. “We’re just waiting for his mother, correct?”

“She should be here soon.”

Toby muttered to Claire, “Who’s Jorgen Von Strangle over here?”

“No idea.”

And just like that, Barbara pulled into the parking lot, haphazardly parked, and ran over to them, still in her scrubs. “I came as soon as I could! We’re going to get Jim?!”

“What?!” Screamed Toby. “We’re rescuing him?!”

“That is the goal,” the man answered. “I’m General Samuel Attila. I’ve been given authorization to intervene in this situation, given that this project, whatever it is, hasn’t been officially recorded. But, bear in mind, you may not like what you see. We may be bringing home Jim, or just his body. I don’t know. So if anyone is uncomfortable with that idea, I suggest you stay behind.”

“I’m going,” Said Toby. “No matter what.”

“Me too,” said Claire. “It’ll hurt, but I want to know what happened to him.”

“Alright, then let’s hurry. The facility is about an hour away.” He ushered everyone into the van, which had two front seats, two benches along the walls, and a gurney in the middle. As soon as everyone was buckled, they headed out.

“Hey, if you know Mr. Strickler, does that mean you’re a…?”

“A what, Toby?” Asked Walt, with a hint of amusement in his tone.

“A…man of culture?”

“Yes, I am a changeling.”

Toby exhaled. “Okay, it’s like super hard to ask that question when you don’t know who knows, you know?”

“I owe the Trollhunter a debt of gratitude for stopping Gunmar. After he ate the entirety of the Janus order, we the few that weren’t present for his return stayed in hiding. Had Gunmar taken over the world, my death as a traitor would have been slow and painful. We were thinking about sending him a thoughtful gift basket, but I think this is more fun. I love to bully those in lower ranks. The fleshbags get a few pretty badges and think they’re invincible. I love watching them cower!”

Toby leaned closer to Claire. “He was so nice and helpful, I was beginning to wonder if he was actually a changeling.”

“Same! But I actually feel better knowing he’s got ulterior motives, and that they have nothing to do with us.”

“Have you heard from Nomura lately?” Samuel asked Walter.

“She was in Arcadia for a while. She helped with the fight with Gunmar. Right now, I believe she’s on her way back from New Jersey.”

“New Jersey? What was she doing out there?”

“After Morgana and Gunmar destroyed the Heartstone, Jim and Blinky went in search of a new one.”

“Oh, yes. I forgot there were rumors of a source in New Jersey. Did they find it?”

“Yep,” said Claire. “But it wasn’t very big, so we brought it back to Arcadia in a truck. The rest of the tribe is making their way back on foot.”

“Ah, that explains it.” Samuel nodded. “You’re both very lucky. Not many Changeling’s are allowed in Trollmarket.”

“Now that Gunmar’s out of the picture, I’m sure you could visit too!” Toby exclaimed, before getting elbowed in the gut by Claire.

“It’d be nice to see it once. I’m sad I didn’t get to see the Heartstone in its glory, but such is life.”

The rest of the ride continued in relative silence. Strickler and Samuel spoke to each other, mostly catching up. But Toby, Claire, and Barbara were far too anxious to keep up with the conversation.

There were no windows in the back of the vehicle, so there was no way of knowing where they were. From the front, they looked to be in a weaving forest trail.

Then there were huge cement walls in front of them.

Samuel pulled in the front gate.

The man at the gate didn’t look up from his computer. “You’re not authorized to be here.”

“Excuse me?”

“I don’t recognize your vehicle, so I know you don’t have clearance.”

Samuel sat up a little straighter, glaring at the soldier at the gate. “How about you scan my badge first, and then tell me if I have clearance, Lieutenant.”

The soldier gave a little shrug and reached out for the badge, his eyes widening as he caught a glance at the four stars on the man’s shoulder. “Oh.”

“Problem?”

“No, sir. I just…I don’t need to scan your badge, you can go in.”

“Thank you. At ease soldier.”

Toby held back a snicker.

“And, let Colonel Kubritz know she has company.”

“Yes sir.”

“As you were.”

The gate rolled open, and they pulled through.

It seemed like Samuel’s message was received pretty quickly, because the woman that had taken Jim was waiting for them, flanked by soldiers with strange weapons.

“Stay in the car.” He told everyone, before getting out.

“I was not aware of any sort of inspection. You are not my commanding general, and therefore not welcome here. This facility holds highly dangerous equipment and confidential projects.”

“Stand down, Colonel. I am here on behalf of general Adele. I’m here to recover Jim Lake Jr. General Adele will be speaking to you about your discharge.”

“What are you talking about?” She demanded.

“You kidnapped a teenage boy from a hospital. Surely you didn’t think that wouldn’t go unnoticed? I have video evidence of you leaving the hospital with him.”

“He’s not a normal boy—“

“I’d say so! His whole town is hailing him as a hero for saving them from an invasion! I thought this facility was for research on protecting Earth from invaders. And you’re punishing a boy for saving a town?”

“He also destroyed it. Don’t give into their little campaign. Jim Lake Jr. may have done something good once, but that doesn’t stop him from being a monster.”

“I was just in Arcadia, Colonel. There is no damage. There’s no lawsuits against Jim Lake Jr. There’s not even any pending arrests.”

“I have video evidence of his destruction!” She barked.

“Then let the local police handle it.”

She growled, then commanded her men to stand down. “Fine. But if he does this again, no one will stop me from taking him.”

“Actually,” he clarified with a smirk. “You’re being discharged. So you won’t have any means to take him again.”

Her mouth opened in shock, as she fought to find an argument.

But he was a general, he was above her.

“Now, Jim Lake Jr.?”

She grumbled something and started off towards a big central building.

Samuel was quick to beckon the others out of the car to follow him, and headed towards the same building as Kubritz.

When Barbara reached them, she spoke, “you didn’t hurt my son, did you?”

Kubritz didn’t even look at her. “I don’t have to share information with civilians.”

Claire clenched her fists in anger, a black haze coming over her hands.

But Toby simply patted her on the back to ground her.

Colonel Kubritz led them through the research facility, ignoring their questions.

They reached the room Jim was being held in, and she entered her code to open the door.

Of course, Jim wasn’t the only thing in the room, being surrounded by specimens of all sorts of living creatures, but he was right in the center, with a spot light right on him.

“Jim!” Claire shouted first as she ran to him.

The poor boy was naked, lying on his back and strapped to the table with thick iron bonds. His wound from Morgana wasn’t the worst on him anymore, as he was covered in blackened burned spots. The spot that had the amulet was now just a hole in his chest, that went right down to the ribs. Claire could see his heart beating, and his lungs moving, thank god.

“Jim...” she cried, seeing the carnage.

“What did you do to him?!” Toby shouted at the Colonel, but she didn’t respond.

“Honey? Jim? Can you hear me?” Barbara asked, as she assessed the damage.

His eyes opened ever so slightly. “Mom? Is that you? Are you...really here?”

“Yeah kiddo,” she wiped some tears from her eyes. “It’s me, I’m here. Toby, Claire, and Walt are here too. We’re going to take you home.”

His smile was just a hint, and he stated, “I’m tired.”

“I’m sure you are. We’re going to get you fixed up!” She turned to the Colonel. “Get me a gurney or a wheelchair!”

She scoffed. “I don’t take orders from civilians.”

Samuel interceded. “Then get me a soldier who isn’t completely incompetent! If you’re going to continue to endanger the life of this young man, then I suggest you get out of my sight before I endanger yours.”

The Colonel didn’t waver, though a tremor went down her spine. “Lieutenant!” She called.

A man hurried into the room, standing at attention.

Kubritz just gave a roll of the eyes. “Follow whatever order the general gives you.”

“But—“

“No, I’m done.” With one last glare to Samuel, she added, “I'll be sending my evidence to General Adele, then we’ll see who’s the one putting the nation in danger.”

“Go ahead, I’ve already given my report.”

She growled at him, turned and left without another word.

The lieutenant just stood at attention in front of Samuel instead. “Orders sir?”

“Get someone to fetch the gurney from the back of our van, and send for the medic! And get someone to get these shackles off this kid!”

“Sir yes sir!”

Meanwhile, Claire stood right by Jim’s side, holding his hand, brushing the bangs away from his face and combing his hair with her fingers. He had a pretty strong fever.

“You’re going to be alright Jim. We’re going to take good care of you.”

“I’m…cold…” He breathed.

Barbara found some vinyl gloves nearby and got to work examining her boy. “I don’t know about the Troll half, but this tissue looks alright. I don’t see any infection yet, or any tissue death. Of course, we need to get this covered immediately.”

“Where’s the amulet?” Asked Walt. “That’s what’s missing.”

“The amulet!” Barbara addressed Samuel. “His amulet, we have to find it!”

He nodded, “we can’t let these psychos have it. They have no idea what magic it possesses, even without being the chosen wielder.”

Only a beat passed before the army medic came with the gurney, and another soldier came with a crowbar to undo the shackles.

“Lieutenant, we’re looking for an amulet that came with Jim. It’s what’s missing from his chest.”

The Lieutenant blanched. ��I don’t know anything about it…I can ask the Colonel?”

“She won’t tell.”

The shackles fell free from Jim’s limbs, but he didn’t seem to register it.

“Alright,” said Barbara, “Let’s move him onto the gurney. We can worry about the amulet later.” It took everyone to lift him and carefully slide him over. Then, he was covered up to his stomach with a blanket.

“You’re going home, Jim. Mi amor, you’re safe now.” Claire whispered, kissing his forehead.

“Hmm…” Jim weakly groaned. “…for the…glory…” But before he could finish, he fell back into sleep.

#arcadia or bust #tales of arcadia #Trollhunters #troll jim #jim lake junior #claire nunez #toby domzalski #fanfiction

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demigodsanswer · 4 years

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For the Hozier Sentence starter: "Don't you ever tame your demons, But always keep them on a leash." With Clarisse La Rue. Please.

Wow, Arsonists Lullaby is really a perfect Clarisse song, isn’t it?

~*~*~

Ten Years Old

“Your father and I were together for one night,” her mother told her. She was sitting on her living room couch, watching her mother pace up and down the living room as she told Clarisse the truth of her birth. The man who called himself ‘Coach Hedge’ was sitting in her grandfather’s chair, looking at her with an intensity Clarisse had never seen before. Clarisse was use to being looked at like she was a problem child, a bully, too aggressive. But he wasn’t looking at her like that. He was looking at her like he was impressed. She had never impressed anyone before.

“Well, some things happened that you don’t need to know about,” her mother continued. “All you need to know is that I got so angry with him, I took one of my kitchen knives and,” she mimed one quick, fierce stabbing motion. “It did nothing. I believed him then. That he was a god. That he couldn’t be killed,” She walked over to the fireplace mantle, where an ornate box rested. Clarisse had been told she was never to open the box. Told it had some important knife her grandfather had used in Vietnam. Her mother opened it now, and pulled out a guided bronze knife. “He gave me this and told me it would be the only thing that would protect you. Told me it was the only thing that could hurt a god like him,” her mother smiled, “so I stabbed him with this knife. This time, blood came from the wound. But not red. Gold and glittering. He just smiled at me, and said ‘this bodes well for me.’ I never saw him again,”

She handed Clarisse the knife.

“Hold on tight to that, girlie,” Coach Hedge said to her. “If your dad’s who I think he is, that might be the only thing he ever gives you,”

Clarisse nodded and gripped the knife tighter.

“We have to go soon, there will be monsters on our trail,” Coach Hedge said.

Clarisse looked at her mother. When she saw tears in her eyes, she felt like she could cry too. Her and her mom fought a lot, but that didn’t mean she wanted to leave.

“Baby, come here,” her mom said, holding out her arms. Clarisse ran to her, hugging her more tightly than she could ever remember doing before. “Don’t let anyone push you around. And remember, I love you. You can come home whenever you want,”

Fifteen Years Old

She was down to her last bit of food and water, and she saw no way out of this labyrinth. She had used her father’s knife to cut thin strips off her shirt every time she thought a day passed, tying the strips to her camp necklace. eight strips of fabric, one for each day, attached to fIve beads, one for each summer.

But this wasn’t the summer. If she lived through this, there would be very little glory. She didn’t even have a prophecy to guide her. Just a blind hope.

She was suddenly pulled backwards by her hair. Having long hair had always been a liability, she knew that. But she liked it. She was made fun of enough for looking like a boy, she didn’t need short hair adding to that. And at night, when she took it out of its bun or braid, she almost looked like her mother.

And now, it was going to be the thing that got her killed.

Whatever monster it was had her tight by the braid, leaving her with no choice but to grab her father’s knife and cut her hair at the base, letting the rest of it fall to the labyrinth floor. Clarisse turned quickly, barely looking at the monster before killing it quickly with her spear.

When it was nothing but a pile of sulfurous dust, she looked back at the braid on the floor of the labyrinth. It wasn’t a limb, it would grow back. But still, she ran her hand through her newly short hair, and felt like a part of her had been taken, ripped from her by the labyrinth. A physical representation of everything she had lost so far.

Clarisse leaned against the wall and tried to calm her breathing. A panic attack in the labyrinth would be a death sentience. Do not fail me. I should have let one of my sons take the quest. Her father’s voice echoed in her mind.

She pressed her palms against the wall to steady herself, and the pads of her fingers brushed over a triangle shape. Delta.

Clarisse pressed the delta, and the walls of labyrinth gave way to a bright sun and a familiar dry heat.

You can come home, her mother’s voice whispered. She stepped out of the labyrinth, knife in hand and hair behind, into the Phoenix heat.

#clarisse la rue #Anonymous

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and-dreaxoxo · 4 years

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2020' Rea Parkner Project

5 | Sunflower - Post Malone, Swae Lee (Spider-Man: Into The Spider-Verse, 2018)

Requested by @flowersofparkner @frog-in-tom-hollands-mouth

Character: Peter Parker, Harley Keener

Category: Pre-Relationship | Post Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017) | Food & Drinks | Gift |

You're a sunflower, I think your love would be too much.

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Harley's is 100% sure with his plan today. Not until Peter show up in the lab without any smile or story of his school. He just came up, sat on his desk, and continued his unfinished projects.

That's enough to make Harley confused. Peter never do something like that, not as long as Harley started work in the lab about a year ago and always in the lab when Peter come. It's kind of first time.

"You've got problem, Parker?"

And Peter not answering his questions, he didn't even look away because of course he's already put his goddamn headphones. So, Harley stuck in this silentness, which is weird. After 30 minutes, Peter finished his project and go from there, not even giving Harley a damn smile or wave.

That's more than enough to make Harley rethink about his plan.

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Peter is always something since Harley first met him. His smile, his Bambi eyes, and his nerd science shirt, Harley just can't. The way his shy face after he realized he talked too much about the last Star Wars movie in front if Harley, red blushing in his cheek after Tony tell Harley some of fire case in lab which is hilarious for him, his happiness every gathering night in tower, whether it's movie night, boardgame play, karaoke...

Peter is everything about happiness, except when the day he came up to the Tower in blood, tears, and failed heroic story. When he got shot, hit, or can't save people, he turn into sadness. That's something to make him fall for Peter.

People would describe him as sadness until he meet his own happiness. And, it's just for his family, Mama and Abby, Tony & Pepper, Happy & Rhodey, and now, Peter

Peter Parker.

Harley look at his gift for Peter. He sighed. May said Peter has something with flower and as she remembers when Peter's young, he really likes sunflower that Ben bought for her as weekly routine. His Mama, Macy Keener said boy like Peter is love something that physically similiar with his favorite object. Tony said Peter likes to eat because of his super metabolism. Ned & MJ confirmed that fact and added fries as symbol of friendly that could led to something, which Peter knew it but he's recognize in the end.

But, now, Peter is not here and looks in bad mood, Harley assuming that, since he can't just ask FRIDAY and had to connect with KAREN which will lead to Peter. So he just laying in the couch, seeing the necklace, gold sunflower that could be opened and there's the seeds with word "you are my sunshine", the thing he want to give Peter so bad. People would say it's too girly, but fuck 'em, he has to ask May, his Mama, and MJ. They're 100% sure and agreed with it and Harley couldn't resist their opinion.

Yeah, now he failed to make the first move, the first move since this feeling started long time ago. Stupid Harley.

"Harley, you have one unread messages from Spider-Man,"

As FRIDAY tell him, he immediately run to his Stark watch that abandoned in couch, and open the messages.

Spideybaby: Meet me in 15?

Harley is confused.

"It's like 5 minutes ago you didn't even look at me and now you asking me to go? The fuck?"

But he answer.

The Mechanic Lad: okay, see you

Harley pack the necklace in his pocket. He also grab his nano tech suit, because it might be trap but it can't be (he sure about that and don't ask him again how he can be). He made it on time.

There's nothing except Peter, in his clothes as before, look like idiot because of he talk alone. Maybe with KAREN but whatever. He's not facing Harley at all so Harley start calling from behind.

"'Sup, Pete? Anything go wrong?"

Peter stops his conversation and turn around to look at Harley.

"Wanna go out?"

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After sightseeing New York from different ways and way, having new knowledge about this city that he lived for one year, watching people doing painting in some spots and try some (because Peter know these people), now they're standing in front of fries restaurant.

"Tadaa! Here we are! Best restaurant in New York, bet you couldn't get better fries except this,"

He's not wrong, because Harley would order food from here too if he could ask Peter first. But for the goddamn reason he didn't, so Peter make the first move.

Peter let Harley choose for them, but Harley resist and said, "You're the one who taking me out, why would I choose for us?"

So, they're eating together and Peter still talking about the paint they did. His eating behavior became funny.

"You such a mess,"

"Hey, if you don't like me at my worst, you don't deserve me,"

"Oh, really?"

Peter's pouting and Harley laugh. They finished the food and go out, walking for a bit till Peter stops. He turns back and frowned.

"Wanna sightseeing from up?" Peter smirking.

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"Best view ever!" Harley commented, not lie, it's from his deep heart. New York looks amazing. It's not like from Stark Tower this city not amazing, but changing view is kinda refreshing.

Peter chuckling and look at Harley, "Yeah, best view ever,"

They sat in silence in few minutes, before Peter start again, "Hey, Harley." Harley turn his head over Peter and Peter giving him a box.

"What? Is it for me?"

"Yeah, open it,"

The box is a gift. When he open it, there's a necklace with small pedant. It's...

"Arc reactor necklace? I..." The light blue from arc reactor necklace is so soft and adorable. There's light play that make Harley in awe. "It's beautiful,"

Peter look at the necklace then Harley, "I've been working on it about 3 months. Can't get over easily, 'cause y'know, the detail, the color, it's really freaking me out. I had to begging Tony to tell me about how his old arc reactor look when he first met you. I guess it's something I want to give you for, uhm,"

"What?"

"It's like we just met in one year and I-I really like you, like a lot and it's not just as friends, uhm,"

Harley laugh and take his gift from pocket. His bite his lips, he really should do it.

"Um, actually, I've been meaning to give you this if I could make the first move, but at earlier I thought you're in the bad mood-"

"I make up my plan-"

"That turns out you're planning to take me out which is amazing, so," Harley takes a breath, "it's for you," Harley handed the necklace.

"Oh my, it's sunflower. I, oh my goodness this is the best thing I've ever seen, I really love it!"

"There's something in the seeds, by the way,"

Peter open the cover and read it, "You're my sunshine. Harley, I-"

"You're the sunflower and the sunshine. That's what described you as a person and someone I like,"

They look at each other, softly and warm, like the first when they met each other. It's worth, do it. Their mind tried to convince each one of them.

"Be my boyfriend?"

Peter said "yes" at the same time. Harley grin and Peter blushing. Then Harley kisses first, he makes Peter melt with him, he want to feel 'they'.

When their lips separated, now Harley is the one who blushing.

"Now, you make the first move,"

"Bold of you to assume I wouldn't."

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I've been thinking so hard to make this fic. Thank you for asking♥️♥️♥️

#2020 rea parkner project #2020 parkner moodboard project #2020 parkner songfic project #2020 parkner project #parkner #parkner fic #parkner ideas #peter parker #harley keener #harley keener x peter parker #peter parker x harley keener #spiderman #iron lad #spiderlad

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radiorenjun · 5 years

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Sand And Scorched

♣ Maze Runner: Scorch trials Au

♣ Genre: Angst, Fluff? :3

♣ Warnings: Slight Alcohol, Partying, Make Out Session, Heart Break, Near Death.

♣ Pairing: Ten x female! reader

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"Alright, let's take a break" Mark exclaimed as the sky turned dark. You and the other survivors quickly sat down under the collapsed building, the remaining connecting bricks made a large roof over your heads.

You took a sip of the small water bottle you had with you, saving as much water as you could despite your exhaustion. Your eyes unconsciously wandered around your surroundings.

Sand. All you see is sand. Life was tough, you just escaped the maze you had tried to break out for 3 years. And now, here you are running away from what you once thought was freedom but was actually the place that kept you locked away.

You and the survivors did not know much exept the fact that the earth had been scorched by the sun and with that, comes a virus that contaminated the air by the sun's solar energy: the flare. None of you knew whether you were immune or not. But you had lost a few people and knew what the flare did if you weren't.

It's been four weeks since your inevitable escape, and it has been 3 weeks since Ten broke up with you. You didn't know why, but despite his actions his eyes didn't show the exact emotions he put in his words. You knew he still loved you as you loved him.

"Hey, n/n" Ten spoke up, attracting your attention as you wrapped a bandage around your friend's bitten leg. "Yeah?" you hummed, tying the bandage and zipping up your bag. "Can we talk?" he asked quietly, not meeting your gaze when you turned to look at him.

His jet black hair hid his eyes slightly, his hand reaching up to pull his scarf over his nose shyly. "Just a minute, I'm almost done" you smiled, wiping your hands with a dirty cloth. You got up and followed him to a place a bit further than the others who are resting.

The icy chill of the night wind sent shivers down your spine. As you walked, your hands brushed but Ten didn't make a move to intertwine your fingers like he usually did. As you finally got alone, you clasp your fingers together, "so, what do you want to talk about? " you asked with a tired smile. He could meet your eyes as he kept looking at is feet nervously.

"I think we should break up" he spoke, loud and clear for you to hear. Your eyes widened at his words. "What?" you blurted out, taken aback. "I want to break up" he spoke after an exasperated sigh, pulling his scarf below his mouth to make his voice sound more clearly.

"W-What? Why?" you stuttered, your chest aching. "I just... Do" he said simply, his voice drifting off nervously as he looked at the ground, abashed. "Can you at least give me a reason why you're leaving me?" you muttered, you could feel your eyes welling up.

"I... Don't think we're in a position to be a couple anymore. Or friends" he shrugged, avoiding your eyes. Your glossy eyes stared deep into his avoiding ones, you could see that his eyes were getting red. You couldn't speak, not when your heart was being torn apart like this.

He took a quick glance at you, before holding his head up and looked away. "I'm sorry, but it's for the best" he sniffed, his glossy eyes avoiding yours which were already red with tears streaming down your face. "Fine" you mumbled, your voice cracking as you walked away from him to get some time alone.

But as much as you tried, you couldn't get him back. He was too stubborn. Though, you have known each other for ages. You were also too stubborn to leave him be. "You're staring again" your best friend, Haneul, mumbled as she layed her back down against her saddlebag, using it as her pillow for the night.

"It's very abominable to see you two like this. And I was the one who kept throwing up at the sight of you two being lovey-dovey" Jisung chuckled, sitting next to Cheonsa who was already fast asleep due to exhaustion. "Shut up" you mumbled, nuzzling your face against the fuzzy hood of your coat.

"What? We're just stating facts. Just a month ago, you two were all over each other and now he wouldn't even spare you a glance." Jaemin rolled his eyes. You stood up, not wanting to listen to anymore of his words before walking towards Ten who was busy looking through his bag.

"Watcha doin?" you smiled softly. He gave a silent abstruse look before going back to checking his bag. You grabbed his water bottle which was beside you, handing it to him so he could put it in his bag.

He gave you an emotionless glare before hesitantly taking it from your hand, your fingers caressed each other as he took the bottle. "Well, isn't this environment just adaptable" you chuckled, looking around at the desert-like area.

"Hopefully we can get to SM District soon and finally get somewhere we could actually stay safe. Where we could be together again" you continued. Ten continued to pack his essentials, listening to your voice as you spoke. This has been going on alot, just you talking nonesensical things hoping that he would at least utter a word to you. But that never happens.

"If we're immune. I want to run away, find a beach or somewhere to relax or something." you smiled at the thought, looking at your ripped sneakers. "Like a safe haven" you continued your voice drifting off.

Ten layed down on the sand, his head laying against his dufflebag as you began mindlessly humming an unfamiliar tune. "I better go to sleep. Another big day tomorrow" you chuckled to yourself, looking at the male who had his back turned to you.

You sighed sadly, another failed attempt to talk to him that you're so accustomed to. "Good night, Ten" you whispered, figuring that he fell asleep already. You got up and silently walked to where the girls were sleeping and layed your head down against your arm.

You let out a shuddering breathe as your heart ached. A tear streaming down your face, before you close your eyes and let the exhaustion take over your body.

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You all went to a town nearby, where a bunch of non-immunes spend the rest of their days partying and getting drunk with the little time they have left before succumbing to the disease. There were the infected chained up to the walls, growling and screeching their voices out as blood as black as ink oozed out of their mouths like saliva.

You backed away when you saw one hurtling towards you, causing you to bump into Ten. "Sorry" you mumbled, as you continued to walk passed the zombie-like creature. He nodded silently, putting a hand on your shoulder to silently coax you to be in between him and Jaemin, causing a small smile to appear on your lips.

"We're looking for a guy" said Jaehwa, trying to keep a tough act infront of the rest of the drunks. There was an older man infront of you, who looked like in his mid forties, he appeared to be drunk and wasted. He also appeared to be the one in charge.

"Yang Hyun-suk" Ten spoke up, "we want to know where SM District is" he added. "I think I saw him inside somewhere, partying" the man chuckled, pointing at the dark room filled with dancing people. "Look for him yourself" he hiccuped.

"Alright, I'll go in" Kiyeon exclaimed. "Hold up, sweetheart. In order to come in, you gotta pay a price" he smirked. Lucas stretched an arm out in defense, "we don't have any money" he exclaimed. The man raised his brow, "I'm not asking for money, kid. The payment is this" he grabbed one of the large bottles on the table and held it up, inside was a fizzing bubbly yellow liquid.

"To get in there" he pointed towards the loud dancing room, "you gotta take a swig of this" he smirked. "I'll do it" you exclaimed boldly after a moment of silence, "what?" they all exclaimed. "Dude, don't be a hero. We don't even know what that thing is" Jisung whispered.

"Yeah, for all we know it could get you infected with the Flare" Haneul added. "Well, somebody has to go in there and find Mr Yang Hyun-suk if we want to actually find SM District! " you told them, snatching the bottle from the man's hand and took a generous amount of the liquid.

The taste felt bitter, the taste sparkling and lingering on your tongue. You coughed, sticking your tongue out at the bitter flavor. "You got guts, girly. You better enjoy yourself while you can" the old man smirked, pulling the torn curtain that represents the door of the room. "You'll recognize him once you see him" he said as the man pushed you inside the room, you could hear your friends calling out your name as you stumbled.

The music boomed loudly causing pain slightly in your ears, your vision blurred as you couldn't stand properly. What was in that drink? You pondered. You layed a hand on the wall to steady yourself, "keep it together, y/n. You need to find that guy so you and the rest can finally be free" you uttered to yourself before looking up.

Your blurry vision wasnt helping much and your sensitive ears caused you to pause in your place as your head stirred. What were you supposed to do again? You couldn't remember. You couldn't focus.

You couldn't move as everyone around you was moving in the cramped place. All you could do was hear the music and the clinking of glass hitting each other. You felt a hand wrapped around yours and pulled your body away from the dancing drunks to a cramped wall.

Your vision came clear slightly as you made out the silhouette infront of you, "Ten?" you slurred. "Y/n we need to get out of here" he told you, laying his hands on your shoulders as his brows furrowed seriously. "Why? It's looks fun here" you giggled as you began to slowly lose your common sense.

"Y/n we're not supposed to be here. You're not supposed to be here" he continued. "Did you drink the funny drink from that old man?" you asked, giggling. "A little" he shook his head, his eyes widened as if he was trying to get his mind straight.

"Either way, I'm here to get you out. Come on" he said, gently pushing you with him. You shook out of his grasp, "no, I don't wanna!" you whined as his hand grasped your wrist tightly to prevent you from wandering off.

"Can't we just stay for a minute, please?" you begged. "We need to rest once in a while you know" you smiled, Ten sighed knowing you're drunk out of your mind. And he wasn't doing so well either. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her smile stretching wider.

"Y/n, I don't think we should do this" Ten whispered as your faces mindlessly got closer and closer. "Then why aren't you stopping me?" you asked, staring into his deep eyes with a drunken smile. He shuddered, "you're going to be the death of me" he mumbled before pushing the back of your head with his hand, pushing your face towards his.

Your lips made contact with his, slightly chapped, ones, your eyes widened slightly as you froze in place. Ten wrapped his arm around you as the other layed still on the back of your head. His lips pressed hard against yours, his eyes slowly closing. It felt as if it were only the two of you.

The noise around you were muffled and all you could hear was the beating of your hearts pounding against your chest and the sound of your breaths hitting each others faces. You slowly kissed back, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck as you leaned against him. Your heads turning to find a better angle.

The innocent kiss soon got deeper, Ten licked your bottom lip, asking for entrance which you happily granted. Soon, your mouths opened, tongues intertwining and battling. The taste of the liquid you chugged lingering on both of your tongues.

Your hands found their way through his soft jet black hair, tangling your fingers through his disheveled silky hair as his gripped your waist tightly, pushing your body to be as close against him as possible.

Soon, you pulled away for breath, a small string of saliva connecting from your tongues. "Ten, I-" you started before your head spun, you felt your body weaken. "Y/n!" he exclaimed before you lost consciousness.

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Turns out the man who drugged you was actually the person you were looking for. The lying scoundrel was planning to drug you all to joining his little pity party and get you devoured by the infected that are chained up in the party.

You found yourself laying on Cheonsa's lap on the floor as the man who drugged you was tied up to a chair with Bam and Yeoreum beating the crap out of him for the sake of information to getting to SM District.

When you gain consciousness, your eyes squinted to adjust to the bright blazing sun as the room was so dim back in the party. You looked around and saw Ten lying unconcious on the floor, his head laying on his bag as Taemin checked his temperature.

"Whatever that drink was, can I have some? What happened back there seemed legit" Cheonsa giggled as she watch you sat up and gulp down copious amounts of water from the waterbottle she handed. "What are you talking about? What happened anyways" you blushed, remembering the intense make out session you had back in the party with Ten.

"Well long story short, that guy over there, yeah the guy who's getting his ass kicked to a pulp. Ouch, I think they knocked out a tooth or two- he knows all information about this whole place and he made you drink something which made you drunk and stumble ALOT and lose your mind.

"We knew you wouldn't survive a second in there so Ten volunteered to drink that disgusting drink which I, honestly, want to try considering when y'all got back. Y'all look like an incredible mess." she laughed.

"A mess?" you asked, furrowing your brows in confusion. "Well, Ten definitely got you out but you were obviously unconcious. Though, you both look like absolute shit. Like, Ten's hair was all messy and your shirt was all frizzled up as if someone was pulling on it. And Ten carried you bridal style so he was stumbling alot considering he was also half drunk but hot damn, what did y'all do in there" she smirked, laying her cheek on her palm.

"I...." you blushed, remembering what happened in the party. "I don't remember" you lied through your teeth. Ten had never kissed you that intensely even back when you were still together, so it was a truly peculiar yet pleasurable experience that you would not want to share.

"Aww man, you sure? You two looked like you were enjoying yourselves back there. Though, after Ten made sure you were resting well he collapsed himself and fell asleep" she continued. Your cheeks flushed red at her words, as your eyes moved towards Ten who was sleeping peacefully in the ground despite the beatings and screams of pain happening in the background.

You smiled, happy that your thoughts were proven to be true. He still cared about you.

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Another day in the scorch, you were only a few days away til you get to SM District. You were given a map by Mr Yang Hyun-suk, therefore you could go anywhere you want and WICKED had stopped their helicopter searches days ago.

The peculiar thing is, Ten hasn't spoken to you since the day at the party. The atmosphere was awkward between you two, he couldn't even look at you in the eye. It was bothering you to say the least.

Today you had to go through the Flare Field that's where most of the deadly infected had came to gather with the other infected. It was the most dangerous road out of all in your journey but you were willing to walk through hell if it means freedom.

Jaehwa and Jisung had come up with a plan, that you all need to sneak in slowly and stay hidden and low as to not attract attention of any infected. Thus, a few infected still had their humanity in their veins and alerted the others.

You and your friends ran for your lives, regretting the fact that you didn't request for weapons back at the party. All of a sudden, an infected pounced on you, causing you to let out a loud shriek.

You pushed it's shoulder to prevent it's mouth from biting you, afraid of getting infected as well. "Y/n!" Jaemin exclaimed from afar, running towards you with a bloody pole in hand. You screamed in pain as the infected creature bit into your shoulder, the skin breaking and blood spurted out from the open wound.

You kicked the thing off of you, making a quick run for it as you gripped your bitten shoulder. "You okay?" Jaemin exclaimed as he swatted his pole against the face of an infected. "I'm fine" you hissed at the pain, running along with him to catch up with the others.

"We're almost to SM District, don't worry" he told me as I panted. "We're going to be free soon" he cooed as I look around trying to spot Ten. I sighed in relief when I saw him unharmed, near the gates of SM District. "Hurry!" he yelled as he spotted a nearby gun and used it to hold off any infected.

You winced as you covered the wound with your coat. "Cheonsa! Yeoreum! Jisung! Come on!" you called out as you entered the gate with Jaemin on your tail. As soon as everyone went in, Ten shut the gates to prevent any infected from coming in. We all panted, exhausted.

I collapsed to the floor, wiping the sweat off my brows. You looked around to see a few injured comrades, but none too serious like a bite or a dark black vein popping out of their skin. We dropped our weapons on the floor as someone approached us with a gun, "Welcome To SM District"

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You were in the clinic of the district, your wound getting treated. "I'm sorry, we need some blood samples to test if you're immune or not. Just like the others, though, since you're bitten it would take longer than others" the doctor explained.

You smiled and nodded as he injected a needle into the vein of your arm, making you wince at the stinging sensation. "You'll be resting in a contaminated area until we can confirm that you're immune, alright?" the doctors added as she placed a small tube of blood on the collection of blood samples.

You nodded, walking towards the contaminated area and collapsing on the bed. It's been a long day. And you wanted to finally rest. You sighed, looking at your shoulder which was now tightly wrapped with a bandage.

The door opened with a loud creak, causing you to sit up in alarm but soon relax when you saw that it was Ten in the doorway. He looked panicked and his eyes were glossy, his pupils widened when he spotted you. "Ten, what are you doing here-" you spoke before he ran up to you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders.

You froze in shock as he buried his face in your hair, arms wrapped tightly around you. Though, you manage to snap out of him and pushed him with your remaining strength, "Ten, let go. This is a contaminated area, you'll get infected if you aren't immune" you complained, pushing against his chest but he was stronger than you so he didn't budge.

"Im immune" he mumbled against your hair, his voice cracked as he sniffled. "Ten, are you okay?" you asked as you felt a droplet land on your shirt. You pulled back slightly but Ten kept burying his face in your hair as more droplets drip down to your fresh shirt. "Ten, are you crying?" you asked, perplexed.

"What am I supposed to feel when I found out the person I love most got bitten and has a possibility of not surviving?" he sobbed. His words shocked you, your eyes widened as your brows furrowed in confusion.

He pulled away to reveal his bloodshot eyes before he leaned forward to plant kisses all over your face. First your forehead, then your temple, then your eyes and cheek the finally a long lingering kiss on your lips. "I'm sorry" silently written in every single peck.

"I should get sick more often if you're going to act like this" you mumbled against his lips. He pulled away with a pout, before sitting on the bed infront of you, grabbing your hands in his tightly.

Pulling them to his face, nuzzling his cheeks against your palms. "I'm sorry. Im so so sorry" he sobbed, tears streaming down his eyes as he finally broke. "I didn't want to break up with you, I just wanted it to make it less painful when one of us dies in the middle of our journey. I'm an idiot, I know. But I'm sorry. I really really love you and at the party I really couldn't hold myself back" he sniffed, finally looking into your eyes with his filled with love, hope and sincere.

"I need you in my life. I want you in my life. Im sorry for everything, kissing you at the party made me realise how you didn't give up on us and I wish I didn't give up that easily" he sighed, giving small soft kisses on your palms.

"I love you, I need you" he whispered. With every word, your heart skipped a beat as it pounded rapidly against your ribcage. Your smile was so wide you knew there wasn't anything that could ruin the mood. "I love you, too" you responded. Even if you find out that you weren't immune. You were glad to have to love of your life back.

He smiled, laughing to himself before his hands cupped your face pulling you towards his. His lips met yours hard, in an instant, reminding you of the time at the party. He wrapped his arms around you tightly.

Soon, his head moved to the space on your neck, nipping softly at the skin. "Now I'm going to kiss you to make up for loss time. We can find out about the results later, I miss you and I need you" Ten smirked against your lips as he stretched his arm to pull the curtains.

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"Welp, I wanted to say that she was positive in being immune. But I guess she has other things to do" the doctor chuckled. "Young love" she said sighed.

Holy sweet baby Jesus on a baby crib forgive me for my sins. That was the most suggestive thing I have ever written in my whole existence. Anyways, hope y'all like it

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Ebony and Ivory (V x Reader Fanfic) Chapter 10

Author’s notes: Screeching I FAILED YOU ALL ITS PAST MIDNIGHT

Chapter 10

Upon re-entering the apartment, you were relieved to see both boys still sleeping.

And that Griffon had moved the poet to the bed. It occurred to you that someone changed the sheets at some point, because they were a different color and no longer stained with blood from his previous wound. He was now curled on his side, black haired draped over his face and pained expression lessened a bit. That made you considerably happier. As Nico and Lady took up spots on the couch, you stepped back up to the bed, carefully pulling the covers around the poet all the way up to his chin. You stared at him with a soft expression, wanting to kiss him again but knowing doing so in front of Lady and Nico was a very bad idea. You settled on a soft pat to his head, turning to look at Nero next.

You grabbed a nearby throw blanket from the couch, feeling Nico half focusing on you, and half on getting the bottle open. You tiptoed on the hardwood, gently laying the blanket on Nero’s broad shoulders. Luckily, he was just as deep a sleeper as V. He barely stirred, snores uninterrupted and steady. Jesus, how many energy drinks had he consumed over a short span? There was at least ten cans, which you knew definitely wasn’t healthy. A vague memory hit you, his actions somehow reminiscent of a past you, when you were human--you couldn’t remember the specifics, but you knew you were just like him when you were still a teenager. Mind you, he was an adult and drinking the sugary, caffeine filled concoctions was probably bad. Still.

After assuring that both boys were covered, you moved back to the living room in enough time to see Nico popping the cork off the bottle. You contented yourself was sliding into an armchair, sitting cross-legged. The loud noise made you look at V, but the boy hadn’t stirred at all. Jesus, Griffin wasn’t lying. V was a heavy sleeper, and you were guessing Nero was less so, but his energy drink induced haze probably left him with a huge crash. Speaking of Griffon, the bird flew over to you and landed on the armchair. He seemed relieved to see you at least slightly more calm, cheeks tinted pink after a nice rest in the hot water. You could feel both girls watching with surprise as he settled himself around your shoulders, head pressed to your cheek.

“Look at you, Chicken!” Nico commented, looking thoroughly amused, “Didn’t take you for the snugglin’ type.”

Griffon let out a snort, shockingly not moving away despite her taunting words--worry must have been stronger than his pride at that moment. It made you feel warm.

“Laugh it up, miss artist,” He hissed, gold eyes staring coldly at her, “I ain’t movin’. I’m pretty damn comfortable.”

You smiled, patting his head softly. As you did, Shadow hopped down from the bed, coming over to sit on the floor in front of you and plop their head on your lap. Their support felt nice as always, warming your feet a bit as you gave a gentle pat.

“I don’t mind.” You reassured the girls, gingerly accepting a cup of whatever the fruity-looking alcohol was. You sniffed it experimentally, feeling a bit of wariness when it smell sweet and sugary. You couldn’t help but wonder what the alcohol content in it was, but Nico didn’t seem to care. She chugged down her glass, looking downright pleased with herself. You made sure to take a few bites of the food they had laid out on the table--sandwiches, probably from the fridge in Nico’s van.

Griffon sniffed the glass too, making a face of concern as he asked, “Uhhh you ladies sure this is a good idea?” He ruffled his feathers when Nico skewered him with a glare, adding hastily, “Not trying to spoil any fun, just wondering if giving the girlie here booze after a bad experience is a good idea.”

Griffon sounded like the only reasonable one in the room then, at least the only one that wasn’t unconscious. Had you been at least semi-reasonable at that moment, you would have agreed with him. But..you weren’t. The episode with the Void left you in a very bad state of mind, body hankering for some relief of any kind. You hadn’t gotten drunk in a long time, but you felt like you needed at that moment, just to help forget the pain and loneliness of that dark place. Throwing caution to the wind, you tossed back the whole glass, eliciting a laugh from Nico. She seemed pretty pleased, all things considered. Whatever the booze was was sweet, delicious...strong. The taste of alcohol was definitely present.

Lady let out an impressed sound, already on her second glass as well.

“Look at you go,” She hummed, propping her feet up on the coffee table, “You sure you’re old enough to drink?”

You could not handle your booze well, you knew that already. Another ghost of a memory came back, not from your time as a human. From one of your dimensional trips, you went drinking with them as well. Your body composition was the textbook definition of a lightweight. One cup in and it was already warming your stomach, the sensation of being buzzed going right to your head. You shook yourself a bit to try and ward it off, letting Nico pour you another cup. You probably should have eaten more before delving into the sauce, so to speak. But your brain already wasn’t at peak decision making, and it was just gonna get worse. Drinking was definitely breaking down a lot of the walls you had up, bringing out your honesty.

Which was bad. But you didn’t care.

“Mmmm,” You murmured softly, sipping more of the sweet liquid before you replied, “I’m probably older than everyone in this room combined.”

That made the two girls look at you again, Nico blinking in shock. If you hadn’t been so hazy already, you would have seen another look on her face. As if you had confirmed a thought of hers she already had.

“Really?” Lady asked, pulling her legs onto the couch and staring at you with curiosity, “How old are you?”

You had already finished that second glass, which was bad.

“Can’t remember,” You said softly, making sure to take a bite of food and whipping the cup to the side when Griffon tried to grab it from you. He seemed to have the good sense that you probably shouldn’t be drinking. Still you continued, unbeknownst to you that you were saying things that probably shouldn’t have been said, “I lost track a long time ago...the Void doesn’t...really have time…”

“The Void?” Lady blinked.

Griffon snapped his beak near the edge of the glass again, making you sigh lightly.

“You’re making bad choices, toots,” He said in your ear, nudging your face lightly as he sighed, “You sure you wanna be doing this? I already told you I can’t take more than one dumbass.”

You let out a low hum, feeling very strange now that alcohol was working into your system.

“Just make sure I don’t kiss V or something,” You said, voice just loud enough for the girls to hear, “Just promise you’ll stop me.”

Before Griffon could reply, Nico smirked, waving that bottle in her hand as she addressed you.

“Got the hots for the poet, Y/N?” She gave a low chuckle, tossing back some snacks and chewing lightly, “Didn’t think he was your type.”

Lady frowned, letting the mechanic pour her another glass, “Pump the brakes. Can we get back to that ‘Void’ comment?” She asked, eyes, still locked on you as you enjoyed the end of your second glass of wine--was it wine? You had no idea, “What is the Void?”

You gripped the glass, brain even more hazy as you completely ignored the sandwich sitting on the table. All good sense gone, it would seem. The feeling of zero restraint felt good, it definitely was helping make the pain go away. But...it was also magnifying it. You wouldn’t say you were the loud, obnoxious type while intoxicated. More so...soft. Alcohol made you honest, quiet, and helped take a lot of the walls away. Griffon was pretty anxious about your fight against sobriety, but you couldn’t really give a damn about that at the moment. Lady had asked you a question, right? You had drank just enough booze to answer her honestly. Way too honestly.

“The Void,” You murmured, eyes half closed as you swirled one last sip of pink liquid at the bottom of the glass, “Is the place I went to the first time I died.”

Both girls stopped dead in their actions, gaze lifting to stare at you in shock. Griffon paused too, a startled look in his eyes as your gaze drifted down, staring at Shadow’s head on your lap. You gently scratched their ears with your free hand, the sound of their purring very nice in your intoxicated state. You kind of wanted Nico to pour you more, which luckily she did when you set the glass down--she didn’t say anything, which would have made you anxious before you had started drinking.

Lady was the first person to speak. She gently reached out, laying a hand on your arm as you started drinking the third glass.

“Y/N?” She murmured, eyes filled with something akin to motherly concern, “You’ve died before?”

You nodded, meeting her gaze with a hazy one of your own.

“More than once,” Your words were only slightly slow, hand still firmly gripping the glass, “Can’t remember how many times.”

Nico let out a low sound of confusion, hopping off the couch so she could scoot over to you. She sat by your feet and Lady’s, bumping Shadow a bit as she crossed her legs.

“What do you mean you’ve died more than once?” She asked, eyes alight with fascination and worry as she looked up at you, “Is it some reincarnation bullshit?”

You shook your head, eyes still half closed as you swirled the glass again. Griffon let out a nervous trill, seeming ready to grab it at any moment in case you dropped it.

“No,” You mumbled, “A lot more complicated. The Deity sends me to these places and if I die I just get sent back. Minus...the first time I went there.”

You were making this a lot more confusing than it needed to be, it showed on their faces.

“Can you explain?” Nico asked, grasping her bottle of booze between her hands, “Y/N..what does all that mean?”

Loose Lips. You had loose lips.

You settled in the chair a bit, letting out a light “oof” when Shadow leapt up, determined to sit in your lap. The cat was very, very heavy, but you didn’t mind, letting them rest their head on your other shoulder. That was fine, you could drink around them. Shadow seemed able to sense you were off, gently licking your cheek until you gave a soft smile. You appreciated the sentiment, though in your hazy of intoxication it kind of made you sad, like you didn’t deserve it.

You settled on beginning your explanation, eyes still a bit blurry as you rested your chin on Shadow’s head.

“The Void,” You breathed, hiccuping softly as you continued, “Is a place where broken souls go to die.”

Your words made both girls pause, shock written on their faces again.

You continued, “When I was a human...life must’ve been bad,” You closed your eyes, feeling Shadow let out a low, cat-like sound, “Very bad. No heaven or hell for me, nope...the space in between spaces. A place where...tormented souls go. Too broken for reincarnation or the afterlife,” You took a sip of alcohol, eyes half opening again, “My Deity found me there, erased my memories but left the lingering...emotions, feelings. And now I...I serve him, serve his wills and wishes. No relative made a deal, that...was me.”

Both girls looked quiet, like they didn’t know what to say. Now that you were pouring everything out, you didn’t seem to know to stop. You didn’t like deceiving people, you didn’t like the half-truth bullshit you were forced into. What was the point of lying if these people would end up not caring anyway? You knew you were different, you always had been. You gripped the cup tighter, eyes drifting to the side as a sad smile tilted your lips. Things always had a way of falling apart, of reminding you that you didn’t belong--you were born once, your time to find your place was long gone. That world didn’t work, why should it now?

“It’s funny,” You mumbled, feeling Griffon’s slow breathes by your ear, “Gave up everything...just for one more chance at happiness. But no matter how much I break myself...it never changes anything. I just...move on, back to the Void each time...forgotten. I want to go home, but there’s...no home to go to. It’s a weird feeling.”

You had no sooner stopped speaking when you felt Lady’s arms wrap around you, half pulling you and Shadow out of the chair. You blinked in shock, Shadow letting out a low huff as you both were suddenly pressed to Lady’s chest. A tender embrace. You didn’t know how to react, if you should even move. You...hadn’t been hugged in so long, especially not like this--Lady felt like a mom, gently stroking your hair as she sat down on the arm of the chair to hold you. You felt your breath hitch, hand slipping with the glass. Griffon had been ready, he swooped down to catch it, setting it down on the coffee table with a light trill.

You wanted to cry. You wanted to cry. Your eyes teared up, breaths coming shallowly as you wrapped your hands around her waist. It felt nice, foreign. You spent so much time comforting others you couldn’t remember the last time someone went out of their way to comfort you.

Nico put a hand on your leg, giving you a rueful smile as tears started tracking down your face.

“Aww shit,” She tsked, letting out a light, emotional laugh as she scooted even closer, “Our girl here is a sad drunk. Shoulda known.”

Lady patted your head as you continued to sniffle, voice very firm as she said, “It’s okay. Everything is okay,” She wiped away some of your tears, eyes very soft as she said, “You ever need a place to call home, you come with me. I’m your family now. No fighting it.”

“Bullshit!” Nico huffed, crossing her arms while you blinked in shock, “Nero and I already got dibs on her...once he wakes up at least. Kyrie’s parent’s house has plenty of room.”

Lady let out a light sigh, “Can I at least visit?”

Nico chuckled, chugging wine straight from the bottle, “Sure, visit all you wanna. Like the weird, out of town aunt.”

Shadow, pressed between two sets of breasts, seemed pretty content. You were feeling strange, unable to process their words but...it made you warm, comfortable. That sense of loneliness diminished, leaving you feeling safe and contented in Lady’s embrace. The feeling of belonging was very hesitant, but blooming slowly over time--you didn’t want to get your hopes up, not after every time you were crushed before. But Lady seemed honest, and so did Nico. The idea of staying with them wasn’t a bad one...it was tender, nice. Like a dream, only in reality.

One you hoped was real.

Griffon let out a light huff, perched on the back of the couch now and eyeing you with that golden gaze.

“Told you guys it was a bad idea,” He huffed, ruffling out his feathers, “Now she’s cryin’. V’s gonna throw a fit when he wakes up and sees you got her plastered.”

“Mister goth can shove it,” Nico huffed, refilling your glass and handing it back to you, “We’re gonna get her drunk enough to bypass the sad phase.”

“That’s not how it works!” Griffon screeched.

Nico chuckled, flicking a pretzel at the flustered bird. He caught it in his beak, crunching with a light glare.

“Loosen up, feathers,” She chortled, looking a little pink around the edges now. She was clearly holding her liquor better than you, “Girl needs to have fun sometimes--maybe you should let her smooch the sleeping prince. Bet it would perk him right up.”

Griffon shook his head in annoyance, rolling his eyes back as he replied, “You ladies are such a bad influence. I promised Y/N I wouldn’t let her do that,” He looked at you--if a bird could smirk, that would be the expression he had, “As much as she wants to.”

You hiccuped again, wiping your eyes and pointing at him, “Zip it, bird.”

Lady let out a low hum, still resting on the arm of the chair, “You have a thing for the mysterious type, huh?”

Griffon huffed, settling on the table and tilting his head, “They’ve both been ogling each other, since fucking day one. I wanna pull my feathers out, they’re both so fucking stupid,” He let out a light groan, “Especially Shakespeare. Never seen him stumble over a lady before.”

You hiccuped, frowning at the frazzled demon.

“Stop talking about me like I’m not here,” You mumbled, leaning on Lady a bit, “And it's not...like that.”

Nico let out a low, amused hum, tipped the bottle back and gulping more down, “Doesn’t mean you don’t want it to be that way. Goth seems to care a whole lot about you, it was his idea to stay behind and wait. He was pretty fuckin’ stubborn.”

That made your face heat up, much to your embarrassment. You liked the idea of him caring too much.

“Aww,” Lady cooed, squeezing your cheeks, “What an honest reaction! It’s okay to admit when you like someone, Y/N.”

You let out a light huff, “So what if I do?” You hid behind Shadow a bit, tugging the cat further against you as you added, “He’s kind...I think he’s been through a lot, he needs someone who cares.”

Nico let out a sound of agreement, nodding her head vigorously, “Sure sure. Not sayin’ I don’t think it would be good for him, cause it would. He needs a good girl in his life to shake him out of his shell.”

Lady nodded as well, sipping her drink as she added, “Just know if he hurts you, I’ll kill him.”

That made you laugh a bit, her sing-song tone making you smile. She sounded like the big sister you never had, and her protectiveness was definitely welcome. Both girls started chatting about the situation, the girl talk bringing back on a strange, nostalgic feel. You couldn’t remember the last time you hung out with some girls, talked, and drank. It felt so strange and normal, you couldn't really grasp onto the sensation. It felt...right, in a way. Despite your sad, crying from earlier you now felt a bit of energy settling in you, carefree now that the revelation was off your shoulders.

When you tuned back into the conversation, Lady and Nico were still discussing the sleeping poet.

“I’m just sayin’,” Nico huffed, tapping her nails on the table rhythmically, “Skinny guys can be packin’. Have you checked his feet?”

Lady smirked, leaning back on the armchair and replying, “Ask me nicely and I’ll go over and take one for the team.”

You giggled lightly, leaning a head on Lady’s shoulder as you murmured, “He has big hands, does that count?”

Griffon let out a staged gasp, narrowing his eyes on you.

“Thought you were jokin’ about that hand fetish, toots,” He clicked his tongue, sounding heavily skeptical of you, “First a feeding fetish, now this. You’re a nasty, naughty girl.”

You huffed, “I don’t have a feeding fetish. Just look at him, he needed to eat.”

Nico let out a light laugh, everyone looking over at the poor, unsuspecting poet. You were damn lucky he hadn’t woken up yet, still peacefully snoozing away with his head pressed to the pillow. Those hands were resting near his body, his fingers long, elegant. You had to admit, especially in that drunken haze, that you had a thing for his hands. The thought made you sigh, resisting the urge to fan your face. Maybe drinking wasn’t the best idea, you were getting kind of dizzy and...well, giddy. Past the phase of sad, still without boundaries it would seem. It was a good thing you asked Griffon to keep an eye on you, cause you could have definitely kissed the poet.

“Boy does need a sandwich,” Nico tsked, eyeing V’s skinny frame, “He also needs some pussy too.”

Lady choked on wine, coughing while you stared at the mechanic in astonishment, “Nico!”

Nico shrugged, leaning back against the couch with a single eyebrow wiggling up and down, “What? I speak the truth, boy needs a good lay. Way too stuck up his own ass.”

Lady, shockingly nodded at that, clearing her throat quietly after her coughing fit, “I have to second that. Though you’re a sweet girl, Y/N. Don’t want him using you for some passing sex.”

You snorted, “I highly doubt it’s the case. But I appreciate it.”

Nico chugged the remainder of her bottle of wine, swaying as she rose to her feet. She let out a disappointed sigh, cracking her knuckles after setting the glass bottle down on the table with a firm thud. Both you and Lady looked up at her when she did so, watching as she started walking toward the door. She was a little tipsy, stumbling a few times and catching herself on a wall with a light snicker. You smiled--you had never seen Nico in such a state before, the mechanic always seemed pretty focused on work and put together. It was fun, at least to you, to have a some time not spent working with all of them.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Griffon said, huffing lightly as he watched her struggle to open a simple doorknob.

Nico grinned, turning to wave at you and Lady.

“To get more booze.”

(V POV)

~ Few hours earlier~

You still hadn’t woken up from your sleep, which was heavily upsetting to the poet.

He was sitting beside you in his chair, occasionally watching your face to see if you stirred. It looked like you were heavily sleeping now, not starring with glassy black eyes anymore. Somewhere around the six hour mark, you had cleared of your symptoms, eyes closing and body relaxing onto the bed. Everyone took it as a good sign. But that was a couple hours ago, and now you were still asleep, more than likely regaining the energy you lost or repairing the damage the whole ordeal had caused. V made sure to stay by you for most of the time, only rising to stretch a few times or help Nico when she requested it. Now he was sitting again, listening to the two women quietly chat and occasionally watching Nero toss back a few energy drinks.

V had a lot on his mind. The events of the previous day had left him...hesitating, wondering what he should do. He valued your companionship, valued the closeness to you he had gained...but it put you in danger. You were willing to break yourself to protect him. You did break yourself. But he didn’t want that, wanted you safe from that kind of thing. Guilt had already been gnawing at him, but now even more was piled on. It wasn’t your fault, he blamed himself for not being strong enough. As always, his actions could have risked your life, it caused harm to your well-being. Maybe it would be best if he put some distance, just to keep you safe.

Nero walked over upon seeing V pondering, leaning against the wall nearby and holding a can of something that looked sugary and full of caffeine.

“What’s got those wheels turnin’?” He asked lightly, sliding his gaze over to you and giving you a once over, “She’s looking alright now, you should be happy.”

V let out a low hum, eyes half closed as he stared ahead and leaned on his cane. He didn’t know why, but talking to Nero felt...nice. Easy. The boy was very talkative, but he was alright with listening too as needed. His concern was nice, at least.

“It doesn’t change that my actions got her hurt,” He murmured, gripping the top of the cane and closing his eyes, “Perhaps it would be safer if she traveled with Nico.”

Nero visibly paused, can half raised to his mouth as he slid his eyes over to the poet. V wasn’t paying him a lot of attention, not noticing how Nero rose a slow brow. The white-haired boy clicked his tongue lightly, sliding past the poet to sit down on the bed right next to your sleeping form. V bit back a protest--you weren’t jostled a lot, and it definitely seems like you weren’t waking anyway. Eyes still closed, light colored lashes resting on those soft cheeks. V wanted to reach out and stroke your face, but it was highly inappropriate behavior, he knew that. But it felt so wrong not to try and do anything to comfort you after you did everything for him.

“Hey, uh, V?” Nero said, putting a single hand on the goth’s shoulders, “How ‘bout I give you some much needed advice?”

V blinked, unsure of where the boy was going with his train of thought. Still, he replied, “Certainly.”

Nico gave a crooked smile, a bit of an exasperated look in his eyes.

“That is the dumbest idea,” He said slowly, carefully, but without heat, “That I have ever heard. And as a committed, happy man in a relationship with a wonderful woman, I’m gonna tell you why.”

V opened his mouth to reply, but not sure what to say to that.

Nero took it as an opportunity to continue, leaning back on the bed to look at you, “Take it from me, buddy. Leaving her behind would be literally the most hurtful thing you can do, and that’s so not cool,” He looked back at the poet, slate blue eyes serious for once as he met V’s gaze, “You made a mistake, sure, whatever. That’s fine. But don’t do something that’s gonna punish her just because you’re scared. You stand up, brush off the dirt, and you strive to do better. Cause I’m gonna tell you now, nothing that you say will ever convince her that it isn’t her fault, she’s gonna blame herself for your hurt pride, and that’s unfair.”

V looked away, hating how transparent he appeared in that moment. Was what he was thinking really that obvious? He’d like to hope not, but the way Nero was watching him made him think the kid was reading his exact thoughts. V griped the cane, gritting his teeth a bit as he looked down at the floor. Nero was right, he knew the boy’s words held the truth. You took on so many burdens, you went out of your way to help and do your best in every scenario. Distancing himself from you, especially after all that you had gone through on his behalf...he knew that it was wrong. Still, the thought of you getting hurt again was so unsettling.

Nero seemed to sense the poet battling with himself, letting out a slow breath.

“Y’know,” He said in a soft tone, taking on a far away look for a moment, “Kyrie was put in danger once, and the first time around I wasn’t able to protect her. She was put into a terrible situation and I wasn’t able to stop it,” He puffed out his cheeks with a breath of air, scratching the back of his head as he added, “But I never thought of leaving her because of my own weakness. I brushed off the dirt, I moved forward. I saved her, and I continue to strive to do better. For her.”

He slid his gaze back to the poet, giving him a light pat on the back and a crooked, encouraging smile.

“So cheer up,” He said simply, rising to his feet again, “Know I’ve got you back, and I know if anyone is gonna learn from his mistakes and move past them, its you.”

V met his gaze, staring for a brief moment as an understanding silence passed between the two. V gripped his cane tighter, letting out a slow breath from his lungs as he looked away.

“...Thank you, Nero.”

~Present time~

V awoke with the start, jerked out of sleep by the sound of something crashing to the floor.

His eyes whipped around, noticing right away that he was now on the bed instead of you. Panic hadn’t even had a chance to bloom before he saw you, curled up in the armchair on Lady’s lap. You were smiling and giggling, the sight balm on his wounded soul as he quickly sat up in place. Lady was giggling too, hell there was a lot of giggling going on in this room at that moment. Upon further inspection, several things continued to click in place--One, a couple empty bottles of wine littered the coffee table now. Two, you were very pink in the cheeks. Three, Nico was sitting cross legged on the floor, starting with a disgruntled expression and a broken vase sitting on the tile nearby. It looked like she had tossed a metal arm at some point and hit it. That was what woke the poet up.

Nero was awake now as well, sitting up at the dining table with a disgruntled expression, the indentation of his metal arm on his cheek and head--it also looked like someone had written “Dead Weight” on his forehead hastily with a pen. He was frowning at the scene, confusion in his eyes as he probably registered everything V had. Shadow was curled up on the couch, meeting the poet’s gaze with a low growl, alerting the other girls to look up at him.

V blinked, feeling a twinge of unease now that three female gazes were trained on him. The look in your eyes made his heart beat faster--you looked delighted to see him, though guessing by the empty bottle...alcohol was at play here. V didn’t know how to feel about that.

“Ahhh, shit,” Nico hiccuped, southern drawl slurred as she stared at V, “We woke up sleepin’ beauty.”

V felt his brow raise, coming to his feet with the use of his cane. He kept his eyes on you, taking a few steps down the stairs as he addressed the drunken group of females.

“When did she wake up?” He said in a displeased tone, plucking an empty bottle from the table and sniffing it, “Are you women drunk?”

“As a skunk,” Nico quipped cheerfully, raising another bottle that still had booze--it was pink, whatever it was, “She woke up like...an hour ago. Or two. Or three. Was it four?”

V let out a light sigh, rubbing a hand down his face. Things had escalated pretty quickly from the time he had slept to now. He looked around, frowning when he didn’t see his second familiar.

“Where is Griffon?” He asked, eyeing the plastered women warily.

“Over here…!” Griffon hissed. V turned, seeing him perched on top of the cabinets, squinting down with annoyed eyes. V rose a brow at him, tilting his head as he addressed the bird. Griffon shook out his feathers, letting out a sharp squawk before snapping, “And before you ask, I’m here because Nico kept wanting to pull out my feathers while drunk. Nowhere is safe, hide your keys, hide your kids, hide your genitals…!”

Nero yawned at the dinner table, standing up and rubbing his red cheek with a groan. He walked up to V’s side, an exasperated look as he glared at the mechanic on the floor.

“What the hell, Nico?” He asked, shaking his head lightly, “I leave you alone for a few hours and you get the girl shit-faced? What do you have to say for yourself?”

She shrugged, taking another sip of booze. Nero tried to snatch the bottle, but she was somehow faster.

“Back off, you dork ass loser,” She huffed, squinting at him and pointing a finger, “We’re having girl time…!”

You let out a low giggle at that, still firmly tucked against Lady’s chest. Lady seemed the least intoxicated of the three, or at least she was very low-key about it. V saw her smile, squeezing you against her with a light embrace, totally smitten. V scratched the back of his head--what the hell had he missed? You met his gaze again, eyes sparkling with mirth and obvious intoxication. V couldn’t help it, he gave a wry smile back, concern softening at the sight of you having an obvious good time. Though your eyes did look a little puffy, like you had been crying earlier--it was either that or just another sign of the alcohol.

“Oops,” You murmured, eyeing him and blinking a bit, “I think V is upset--are you upset?”

He thought your eyes started to tear up, making him blink in shock and confusion.

Nico let out a low noise of warning, trying to rise to her feet but stumbling all over herself. Nero caught her, letting out an exasperated sigh as Nico slurred, “Uh-oh, she’s goin’ sad again. You better shut that shit down, pretty boy.”

“Bed. Now.” Nero commanded before V could move, looking over at all the girls with an exasperated smile.

Nico huffed, “You can’t make me.”

“I’ll call Kyrie,” Nico replied, tugging her toward the door to her van, “She’ll make you.”

“That threat doesn’t work on me…!” She struggled, letting out a shriek of annoyance as she tried to reach for the arm on the floor, “I have to finish my repairs on Sweet Surrender…!”

“For fuck’s sake Nico, let it go,” Nero groaned, lifting her up by her waist and dragging her, “Why that arm of all of them?! Just stop strugglin’ and get your ass to bed!”

“I wouldn’t have to make that arm if you could find the clitoris, dumbass!” Nico’s voice faded with the closing of the door, their arguing cut short. V let out a light sigh, turning in enough time to see Lady pulling you to your feet. You were swaying a bit, wiping your eyes sleepily and easily losing your balance. Lady caught you when you started to fall, both of you giggling as you steadied. V was about to move forward, concern prickling in the back of his mind as he watched this happen. How does one go about handling intoxicated women? He couldn’t ever remember being in this situation before.

“Bed time, sweetie.” Lady hummed, eyeing V with an amused look as she suddenly pushed you in his direction. You squeaked as he suddenly caught you, your weight resting against his long form. What was Lady doing? V held you up with one hand, looking at the woman with a confused expression and heart hammering in his chest. You were warm against him, a far cry from what you had been while ill earlier. So very alive, healthy now. Your hair looked freshly cleaned, drying in waves over your shoulders. If V wasn’t mistaken, he caught the scent of mint and rosemary--it must have been the shampoo Nico uses.

“I’m going to bed,” Lady yawned, lying down on the couch with a small grin, “Make sure she gets to sleep, okay V?”

She left no room for argument--V definitely sensed shenanigans here.

Regardless, he clicked his tongue, wrapping an arm around you to help carry you to the bed. Griffon launched himself from the cabinets, latching onto your shoulders to help. You had your eyes half closed, blinking blearily and putting up no fight at all, the opposite of Nico. You also let out a light sigh, leaning your cheek against his chest, making the poet realize he was still without his vest-coat. The sensation of your lips brushing his skin made him feel like he had to clear his throat, gently setting you down on the bed.

“Are you alright?” He murmured, tilting your chin up gently to get a look at you, “You’re flushed. Absolutely wasted.”

You smiled lightly, closing your eyes and saying quietly, “I’m okay,” You then paused, face slowly switching to what he recognized as guilt as you let your gaze drift away, “I…I’m sorry.”

V’s lips parted, his expression softening a bit as he stared down at you, “Why are you apologizing?” He asked gently, cupping your jaw a bit to turn your gaze back to him.

Your eyes teared up, a sight that made his heart ache terribly.

“Everyone had to wait a day because of me,” You hiccuped lightly, words slightly slurred, “And I...I lied to you, earlier. I’m...sorry.”

V paused, breath catching as Nero’s earlier words echoed in his head. No matter what he said you were going to blame yourself. Clearly you were, the guilt was very obvious on your face while you were drunk. You looked like you were about to cry, eyes a little misty and a definite look of vulnerability on your face. V couldn’t remember a time when he had seen you like this, on the verge of tears and so sensitive. And soft. He could tell a few of your walls had been broken down, everything was different after the entire ordeal. Something about it made him want to draw you into his arms and hold you, cradle you to his chest and dry your tears. He could feel Griffon watching you both, unusually quiet from where he perched on the bed post. But...still.

V tilted your head back up, wiping some of the tears from your eyes with his thumbs. He pressed his lips to your forehead, just like did earlier. Your skin was warm, and soft. You sucked in a sharp breath, shoulders relaxing a bit and eyes closing gently. V thought he heard Griffon chuckle, but the bird looked away, humming lightly like he was minding his own business. He definitely wasn’t. Still, V tried to ignore him, pulling back from you softly so he could murmur in your ear.

“It was my error,” His voice was low, breathy, “Please don’t worry yourself--we all needed today, I think. And tomorrow is another day.”

You let out a low murmur, cheeks adorably pink as you replied to him, “O..Okay…”

V smiled softly, smoothing some of your hair away. He then turned, walking to the other side of the bed so he could lie down beside you--luckily this bed was big enough to accommodate you both easily. He stretched out his form, reaching out a hand to grasp your hand and tug lightly. He expected you to lay down further away from him, facing the opposite direction as you had that first night. But you, as always, were full of surprises.

You turned, eyes already half closed as you slid under the covers, directly facing him. You looked completely out of it, eyes a bit hazy as you laid your head down on the pillow..inches from his own. He blinked, breath catching lightly as his heart pounded in his chest. Somehow, being this close to you was...he couldn’t describe it.

You were still holding his hand, pressing it gently to the underside of your face as your eyes began to close, cradling it tenderly. V couldn’t stop himself, he stroked his thumb over your cheek. You looked so gentle, and peaceful. A far cry from the pain and fear earlier, it set his heart at ease. He wanted to say something to you, but he didn’t know what. He wanted to bridge the gap between you, but didn’t know how. He was at a loss, unable to shake the feeling of urgency his mind was telling him.

Griffon curled up on the bed beside his head, seeing his expression and letting out a low chortle. He leaned over, hissing in his ear, “Look at you, lover boy. Like a deer frozen in the headlights,” He nudged his back with a claw, adding in an encouraging whisper, “She’s had a rough day, lover boy. She was cryin’ earlier. She can use the support right now.” His tone had a meaningful edge, borderline a warning for the conflicted poet.

You had been crying? He desperately hated the fact that he hadn’t been awake to help you, but he couldn’t change the past. He could only change what happened now.

So he swallowed his fear, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer. You let out a light murmur of confusion, now right against him and blinking blearily. Your hands cradled between your bodies, pressed to his chest, both of his arms holding you. The embrace felt right, warm, and gentle. He rested his chin in your hair, inhaling the light scent of mint and rosemary as he counted your breaths. He thought he heard you let out a soft sound of relief, body relaxing against his and face nuzzling into your chest. You were smiling now, he could feel that, your gentle breathing brushing his skin with every passing second.

“Goodnight.” You mumbled softly, legs gently stretching against his.

V felt his heart calming, he knew you could hear it. He felt Shadow curl up behind you, then Griffon behind him--both seemed pretty content as well.

And for once in his life, so was he.

“Goodnight, little sparrow.”

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The Sun And The Moon Curse/8

Fanfiction

Part 8

Elijah Mikaelson x Elena Gilbert

ft. other tvd characters - Klaus Mikaelson, Esther, Katherine

set after tvd 3x14/15

TVD AU story

Summary: At the Mikaelson Ball, Elijah asks Elena to tell him what his mother wanted form her. After Elena discloses what it was to the Original vampire, and the ritual fails, she is prompted to leave with him, leaving Mystic Falls behind, embarking on a new adventure.

a/n: Thanks so much for reading this story, as it was the first tvd fanfiction I ever wrote. xoxo

Warning: Fluff, witch ritual, vampire blood

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Katherine arrived in Bucharest and once again stood there empty handed. Yizel could see that there was a very unusual magic surrounding Lia's villa and when she tried to come close to it, she suddenly felt weak and very nauseous.

"Dark magic -ahh"- she felt a sharp pain kick in her stomach as if she was stabbed.

Katherine took the opportunity and now grabbed the dagger from the witch and decided to cut her losses and leave the witch behind. Something very odd was happening and she opted to lay low for a little while.

*****

In Cluj-Napoca, Transylvania

The next day

Elena woke up and moved, rubbing her eyes, finding that Elijah was gone. But, there on the pillow was a rose. Elena smiled taking the rose, and now sat up.

As she got ready, she walked to the kitchen to make some coffee.

“Good morning”- the witch knocked at the door of the kitchen -”I apologize for letting myself in, but I have a message from Elijah.”

“He went to run some errands, I guess.”- Elena said and now offered the woman a cup of coffee.

“No, thank you. I thought that maybe you would like to accompany me into town?”

Elena accepted the invitation. Lia needed to get some particular herbal essences for the ritual. Grabbing her bag, the doppelganger and the witch left the apartment.

They entered a shop that sold many different varieties of organic cosmetics. It was a beautiful rustic looking shop. Elena went up to the stand where perfume bottles were on display. The shop-keeper brought all that was on Lia's list, then looked at Elena and suggested a fragrance that would suit her. She spoke to her in Romanian and Elena apologized for not understanding. Lia translated.

"Jasmine and Lilac with a hint of orange blossom. It's an antic fragrance. She thinks that one would suit you best."

Elena smelled it, and she liked it, and bought it. They got out and Lia then suggested they have a cup of coffee and a a bit of breakfast. They got into a cafe across the road from the shop.

"Are you all right?"- Lia asked Elena, who appeared to be absent-minded as they got into the place.

"Yes-just- I-hm-so much has happened-it's crazy to think about normal things like the dress and perfume-and - none of my friends are here and - I should have told them that I kind of got engaged. I know it sounds crazy "

"Why? Because he is a vampire? And something like that is not to be?"-Lia asked.

"No, it's not because he is a vampire. I don't even see him like that. I am sort of supernatural, aren't I? And now I am going to be immortal! It's just that I have not imagined it like that- I wanted my mom and dad to be there when I get married "-Elena said, adding -”And the harsh reality is that it will happen in a place so far away from home!"

"This is home - crazy as it sounds. I feel at home here. I mean-you are family, aren't you? Technically."

"Thank you for considering me to be your family. You and Elijah were meant to be-the Sun conjuncts with the Moon - it is foreseen to have a stable and long lasting relationship, with great romance, but it has the effect of unification of purpose, emotions and will, instills loyalty, trust and faithfulness. Your Sun sign is the other person's Moon sign and the other person's Sun sign is your Moon sign. It works reciprocally. It said that each of you would have a profound effect upon the other. And I have seen it. The way you speak to one another, the way he looks at you, and the way you look at him. You may have felt that you are soul mates and that is because of your Sun and Moon aspects within you. It is said that together you can endure almost any hardship. Nature doesn't bestow that upon just anyone. You were chosen."- Lia said.

Hearing what Lia had said made Elena feel elated, inspirited, but also somewhat anxious, especially for the part about hardship, as she knew that things that they would be facing would not be a walk in the park, to put it mildly. She was very much aware of it all, but now she wanted to linger in the dream of the night before, accepting his proposal wholeheartedly.

"My friends would not understand how I feel- and probably say that it is a very bad idea." - Elena said.

"It's called being in love"-Lia said-"if you forget for a moment about the scrolls, you fell for the man he is, his human counterpart." - the witch said.

"Yes, I did."-Elena said dreamily, thinking of all that drew her to Elijah. But she also flashed back to their first ever meeting.

“When I first met him- ah- that was - ahm - crazy."

Elena told Lia of all that had happened between them.

As Elena finished telling the witch shortly about her and Elijah’s short history, Lia had this to say -

"The need to save them and you was the cosmic inclination to find the kindred soul. You may look the same in your appearance, but I have told you that your souls are different."

"What I don't understand is, well, if he wasn't turned and stayed human- well, we would never have met?!"

"Now that is something we will have to leave with Mother nature, but I believe that you and him would have met."

"How? There would have been -or Elijah would be a doppelganger too?"

"Maybe. As I said Nature has it worked out."-Lia said-"shall we go and look at some dresses? Let's just be women indulging in some girly time out?!"

Elena agreed smiling a little. Even if it was for a few hours, she needed the escape. As Lia said, she wanted to think of it as a ceremony and not as a ritual that would align their forces to fight a very dangerous enemy.

********

Elsewhere

Klaus pondered his next move. No matter how many times Elijah and he didn't see eye to eye, and there have been plenty of occasions, he knew that Elijah would still be on his side. But now with all that he found out it seemed that this time it was not so. It was very clear to him that Elijah used stalling tactics to go against him once again, same as he had done in Mystic Falls.

"Family"- he sifted angrily- "what a joke!"

The Hybrid then turned to one of his compelled followers and told him to pass on the message to Julius.

"Let the games begin!"- Klaus said- "let's see who will be the King of the world"

********

Meanwhile, in Romania, Transylvania

Elijah returned to the apartment sometime before Elena and Lia. He took out the rings he had made in the Viking custom.

Ever since he became aware of what he customs of the viking society were and where his place as a man was, he thought of doing everything slightly different. He thought of his father and mother and their union of marriage, which their parents had arranged, love being insignificant. He had always wanted to do the opposite. He wanted it to mean so much more than just serving a purpose. He remembered once listening his father talking about negotiating a marriage at the Thing, which was a vikings Council meeting. There was talk of brautkauf or brideprice. It was a very elaborate economic exchange between the families. Now his thoughts diverted to the present and he felt that, although, it was nothing like the old days, Elena was forced into the union, for a particular purpose, and his heart wished that this dark cloud were not hanging over them, that they were just two people who fell in love and wanted to be together.

Back in Bucharest he had told her that he had loved once before, but it was not the whole truth. He had loved been in love with a woman warrior, Thorunn. And thought she had pledge herself to him, she went to marry another man.

Flashback

A thousand years ago

“Ah, Thorunn chose Bjorn”- Kol said as he now crossed the path with his brother, who saw Elijah earlier gazing at the blonde shield-maiden.

“Leave me alone. I am not in the mood for your clever remarks.”- Elijah said walking by his brother.

“I wasn’t going to make you feel bad. I thought you cared for someone else - this new girl that came with the witch. Tatia?”

“No. I mean - yes, I care, but - that is all. I think that she has feeling for Niklaus.”- Elijah replied.

“Yes, I saw him - all flirtatious with her. I think that they have even spent a night together.”- Kol now said.

Elijah now shook with his head and continued to the horses pen.

“Come on, one day you will find the one!”- Kol shouted behind his brother.

The one. Elijah now thought. Yes, Elena was the one. His heart knew that before he was ever aware of that. He now smiled a little, thinking of how all came about. It had in actual fact always meant to be as he now thought about what the scrolls entailed. Like Elena had said, he had always know that that someone was out there waiting for him. He had always known. His heart had never been completely taken, like it was since he had met her. Not for Thorunn, his first love, nor for Aya.

He now put the rings in its antique ring box. Hearing Elena and Lia come up the steps, he put the box with the rings in his suit pocket.

Not long after Lia and Elena walked into the apartment. Both women now put down a big load of shopping bags on the floor.

The witch and the doppelganger greeted him. Elena’s eyes shone lovingly at him, and he responded in the same manner. Her spirit was exactly like the sun that managed to lift up all the darkness.

"I overdid it"- she then said looking at the bags- "I don't know what happened- I just forgot, I guess, that it is just a ritual."

“I see.”- Elijah said with a small wag of his eyebrows.

“I will see you in a little while.”- Lia then said and excused herself, leaving them, stepping out of the apartment.

"You had a nice day out, I gather."- Elijah then said nearing her- " and you changed your hair -I like it!"

The Original brushed his fingers through the doppelganger’s hair.

"I did.Yes"- Elena smiled, adding- " I wanted to- I want it to be special."

"And not just another ritual, where you are forced to something that no one asked you whether you wanted it or not"

"Elijah-what is it?"

"I just wish -it all was different for you- us. That is all. I wanted to protect you from it all. It's a natural impulse of mine. I know that you are so courageous and strong-willed."

"And that I will be fine."-her eyes assured him -" I will always have you-and we are together in this!"

"So we are."- Elijah now he took the box out of his jacket pocket presenting it to her.

"What is this?"- Elena said looking at him curiously.

Elijah now opened the beautiful box, showing the wedding bands.

"Oh -they are beautiful!"- Elena said taken in for a moment.

”How did you - when did you- get them?”

“I left here before dawn. I remembered an antique jewellery shop in Budapest - I went to get them.”- Elijah replied.

Elena looked at the Original with a surprising look, even though all she had already learnt about him so far shouldn’t have done.

“I hope this is not too much - this is a big step-” - Elijah said gulping a bit-”and I would absolutely understand if you - ”

“Elijah - no - I mean - yes - I thought about everything. Like I told you - my whole life changed the moment I have found out I was the doppelganger, and - “

Elena paused for a moment, placing her palm on the Original’s cheek, continuing- “I am sure of this. I am sure about how I feel.”

“You are?”- Elijah muttered, his heart exhibiting a tender flutter, his heightened feelings now making his whole being tremble.

He stood there with his heart and his soul bare in front of her, looking at her with adoring eyes.

Elena nodded a little, her eyes smiling dreamily at Elijah -

“I've never been more sure of anything in my life.”

Elena now put her hand out to Elijah, and he now took the rings out of its box.

And before he put the ring on her finger, he said -

"I understand how people felt when they were about to go to war and leave their loved one behind, and when they wanted to vow to one another that they would be theirs forever-and this is maybe the least romantic place- but I would like to pledge here and now my undying love for you"

He then took the ring and placed it on her finger saying-

"With this ring I bind myself to you Always and Forever."

She then did the same saying- "Always and forever"

Slowly pulling her to him, Elijah lips brushed over Elena’s. Soft and gentle, gripping them more firmly The wave of deep felt love streamed all over them, spilling out from their hearts.

Whether it was in the most beautifully decorated church, a darkest forest or just a tiny room, it was the same for them at that very moment. All that mattered was that this was their private moment they would always remember.

Lia’s knock at the door of the bedroom, now brought them back from their happy cloud to the harsh reality.

“Just a moment”- Elijah said as his eyes still danced happily, gazing at his beloved, holding her close.

They knew that it was time to go to the location where the ritual of the conjunction was to be performed.

“It’s ok. I am ready.”- Elena said -”and - if you don’t mind I would like to go and have a shower.”

“Of course.”- Elijah said, placing a small peck on the lips.

“Love you”- Elena said as she now opened at the door, turning to the Original.

Having showered, and changed, they left for the small hamlet outside the city, close to the forest where the ritual was to take place.

There they were met by an old women and her granddaughter. It was clear that they were witches that knew Lia very well. They came up to Elena, and Lia nodded at the doppelganger that it was perfectly safe for her to go with them.

“Where are they taking her?”- Elijah inquired not happy that he was held back by the blonde witch.

“To prepare her. You don’t have to worry. They will not harm her.”- Lia reassured the Original.

Elijah nodded a little, and waited. Not long. Elena returned dressed in an elegant white dress, wearing a flower crown on her head.

Elijah at Elena mesmerized, putting his hand out to her. As she came to him, he now uttered as if compelled-

“You are so beautiful”

“Thank you”- Elena slipped taking his hand.

“Ready?”- the Original now said and the doppelganger nodded.

The witch led them to the point in the woods where a perfect circular clearing existed. It was known in the old days as the circle of the Immortals. The magical circle was already prepared. As it was a marital rite of some kind, the circle was adorned with flowers among sacred plans and scented candles.

"Please stand here"- Lia said to them showing where to go, then looked up in the sky to see how long it was for the Sun and the Moon to line up.

"Open your palms"

They did as the witch asked.

Elijah could hear Elena's heart racing wildly but she assured him with her look that she was fine.

Lia now cut into the palms murmuring words they didn't understand smearing them with the mixture of herbs she had bought earlier that day and now told them to joint their palms together.

Soon both of them could feel a strange tingling in their palms as the witch continued chanting and then looked up at the skies once again, and when she saw the sun and the moon were in complete alignment, she bound their hands with a ribbon laced with all different sacred flowers.

As the chanting finished Elena felt a tad bit faint. Her whole being shook and she felt her heart stop and start again. She beamed her eyes at Elijah, hearing his heartbeats now. They were as apprehensive as hers.

Nothing seemed to be different and yet all was different. Something was pulling them towards one another, like a force unknown, They now moved closer.

With the unusual tingling streaming all over them, they held onto one another firmly. A mystical surge ran through them.The body, the mind and the soul became one. Enveloped in the magical haze, they looked at one another with love. As her lips touched his, the conjunction was sealed.

Heart beats fast Colours and promises How to be brave? How can I love when I'm afraid to fall? But watching you stand alone All of my doubt Suddenly goes away somehow One step closer I have died every day waiting for you Darling, don't be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years I'll love you for a thousand more Time stands still Beauty in all she is I will be brave I will not let anything take away What's standing in front of me Every breath Every hour has come to this One step closer

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Possessiveness & Obsessions

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Shinkai Yuuto had been a mysterious figure for each and every one in the life of the Shinkai brothers; the way he openly dismissed Hayato’s presence in his life in a manner as if it was the most repulsive thing to be compared to that guy, everyone thought there was some bad blood going on, when truth be told, it was the opposite, entirely.

Ever since childhood, Yuuto had been the clingy type -- always looking for physical closeness, when being around Hayato, he would not hesitate to hold his hand in public, less because of the fear of getting lost in a crowd, but more so of the fear that someone was out there to take what was his, or when he’d share his brother’s girly items and found a fascination for everything cute and girly on his own, simply to impress the older male, wanting to have common grounds with him and wanting to constantly be with him. Of course, that had been more easy when they were younger: while Yuuto had been dependable on the redhead, Hayato would never leave his side and always double-check if he was fine. Therefore, Yuuto lovingly called him ‘oniichan’ all the time. It was oniichan here, oniichan there, not even his mother was asked for as many times as the redhead. Though, the older they had gotten, the more involved Hayato had gotten with friends -- people from school, people from after-school-activities. And each and every single time, it had been like a dagger to Yuuto’s fragile heart. As much as he was attempting to cling harder onto the girly aspects, collecting more cute items, going as far as to own a few skirts and dresses, he verbally also dissociated at the same time. ‘Oniichan’ soon became ‘aniki’, and while he was going wilder and wilder about cross-dressing and wishing so, so bad to be a girl, it eventually turned into ‘Hayato-kun’ as if they were mere school friends and no longer brothers.

His wish to be closer again had been stronger than ever. But his pride was not allowing so, all the while people said ‘Do that thing your brother does’, needing to explain that he was not his brother, and all the while everyone was flocking around Hayato, adoring him, admiring him -- of course they would!!! He was gorgeous and he was gentle, he always had the nicest things to say and never failed to be supportive and kind. Everything about that guy made the boy’s head spin and he wished so badly for him to have a little bit of that softness, a little bit of that girlishness, a little bit of that kindness just to meet eye-to-eye and not be shoved aside by friends... but it was like a toxic, stingy and snarky hornet attempting to become a fluffy and timid bunny. It was in no way, shape or form possible, and that’s what hurt the most.

It had been late in the evening, supper time long passed and Yuuto -- yet again -- sat on the same table with his mother and no Hayato in sight. It upset him. “Ah, sure seems like Hayato is out practising hard again for InHigh...” -- “Eh...” The boy replied to his mother, stuffing his face angrily with rice. “Don’t you want to practise with your oniichan too? It’ll be easier that way to enter the team.” No... no, he does not want it the easy way! He could’ve easily practised with his brother, training to become a sprinter like him -- but he chose to become a climber so he could excel at what he was doing without his brother’s name and/or reputation. “Ah.” He merely replied to his mother, not wanting to go into details. Oniichan... it’s been so long he actually said that... “You should be nicer to your big brother, and stop calling him Hayato-kun.” As if she could’ve read his mind. He stopped eating for a moment before slurping his soup, getting up to carry his bowls to the sink. “Thanks for the meal, okasan.” He said lamely, rinsing out the porcelain before he headed upstairs furiously. He was late again, he was late again, it pissed him off so much!!! It was so much easier spending time with him when they were younger... now everyone was more important than Yuuto! It pissed him off!!!

While he laid on his bed, playing on his Nintendo device to kill some time, he eventually heard the older come home, greeting their mother. His heart started racing both with jealousy and excitement; he was home now and it was all that mattered, but at the same time, it was so, so infuriating that he had to wait so long. Getting up from his bed, he stood by the door of his room, pressed his ear against the door, shushing his heart in order to be able and hear the man. Their rooms were really close, so that came in handy in times like these. Listening carefully to the creaking of the wooden floor, once he could make sure that the other was close enough and heading towards his room, Yuuto opened the door the slightest and peeked his head out merely to have the other see his ruby red eye burning almost like a fire in the darkness.

“こんばんは, Hayato-kun.” The younger addressed formally, moving his head out a little more to face the other properly, though still not leaving his room; the hand that held the door knob was trembling with anger -- he was not sure how to deal with these kinds of emotions. Displeasure was more than visible on his face. “You’re late.” He added, clinging onto the knob so hard that his knuckles turned white, though none of that being visible to the taller male. “Where have you been? Who were you with? Was Izumida with you?” Disrespecting that man’s existence by not even giving him any form of honorifics, his other hand formed a fist and pressed it against the door frame, out of sight from the other. “You promised me to have girls night tonight. You told me that we could do fun stuff together.” Yuuto shot down everyone at his middle school class who wanted to hang out -- all for Hayato. Of course, he made up excuses that he was busy, not mentioning his brother once, but in his heart and soul, it was all for Hayato. As hard as it was to keep a level-head and a calm tone in his voice, his eyes were speaking all the emotions that he kept bottled up so neatly. It made him sick. Izumida, Fukutomi, Toudou, all these bastards. Hayato was his!!! His only brother, his big brother, his and his only!!! How dare they...?! Was he forgetting him?! Was he not important enough?! “Hayato-kun. Answer me.”

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Christian Yu: What’s On Sight (9)

CHRISTIAN YU x READER x JAY PARK

Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5 // Chapter 6 // Chapter 7 // Chapter 8 // Chapter 9 // Chapter 10 //

WARNING: A/F - Read @ Your Own Risk

A/N: Keep in mind that English is not my native language so there might be some spelling and grammar error. Sorry for my lack of talent and I promise to work hard on this. Thank you and please enjoy. Any feedback is well loved. <3

"Haaaish!" You are frustrated. "Why is he not answering his damn phone!"

Again for the third time, you call Jay's number. As you try not to look at Christian who's currently walking in circles in your small living room.

He's been like that since the both of you ended the call with Dabin. And that's almost 15 minutes ago.

You know that he is mad at you since you didn't mention to him that you already met with Jay that day.

He didn't say a word to you. So you're not sure what to do at that moment, you decided to just call Jay to really know what’s going on.

Even though in that picture, your face is blurred out. You know that your face will be unraveled in no time.

Since you know how the media works and its citizen will not be settled unless the girl's face is uncovered.

But at that moment, the media is less of your concern. What scares you now is what can Christian do to you or Jay, for you can see that he will explode at any moment. And Jay is not picking up his damn phone is not helping at all.

"Hello."

"Oppa! Hello?!" You got surprised when you heard Jay's voice on the other line, finally.

Christian's face automatically frowned looking at you when he heard you call Jay 'Oppa'. As far as he remembers you tell him that you hated addressing someone with it. That it’s too 'girly' thing for you.

"Wow. Is it just me or you sounded happy when I answered?" You heard Jay chuckle.

"What the heck are you talking about Oppa? I've been calling you, where the hell are you!"

"Chill. I just got out from the old man's office. He called me when I got to the hotel and asked to meet him up. I'm heading to your place now." His sound serious.

"What did my father say?" His seriousness makes you worry.

"Let's talk all about it once I'm there. And make sure your boyfriend there is well aware of me coming."

You looked at Christian. He was just watching you, his expression is mad serious.

"Oh ~ he knows."

"Okay, good. I'll be there."

"Okay, but there's something else came up on the internet."

"Yeah, I just got heads up about it. We'll talk more about it later. Okay, babygirl?"

You nod as if he can see you then he hung up. You looked at Christian. His face seems animated. This is the first time you have seen him like that. You need to do something before Jay arrives or you don't know what will happen.

"He's on the way, Babe."

He just nods and turns his back on you to walk towards the kitchen. He gets something to drink out in the fridge.

"Babe," you called him. You walk to sit on the stool and just watching him. He keeps avoiding any eye contact.

"Water?" he asked without looking at you.

"No thank you."

He closed the fridge as a bottle of Heineken in his hand.

"Christian, I know you're angry at me. So be angry at me, do what you think you need to do. Shout at me and be done with it. Just don't give me that one-word treatment you're doing right now. I wanna know what's running in that head of yours."

He opened the can of beer and drank almost half of it before he put his gaze on you.

"For Chrissake I am angry Y/N, and if it is on you or with Jay? I don't know." There it was again, in his eyes, the pain. "Maybe I am angry at my fucking self for all I know. And I am doing what I think I need to do, and that's an alcohol in my system to help me process all this and just wait patiently for that man to hear what he has to say. Because honestly Y/N, that pictures all over the net is really telling me something is off with all this."

You bite your lower lip as you felt an ache from your heart when you realize what he meant.

"I'm sorry for all of this Christian, I really am. But if you need to be mad or angry at someone, it's me. This whole thing was because of me. I am so stupid to let myself be seen in public with Jay."

"Why are you with him in the first place Y/N? That's what's bugging me at this point. You even failed to inform me about it." He was hurt. Felt been betrayed, by you.

"It was.. because-"

"Because of what? Are you not telling me something Y/N? Because I can sense that there still something. And looking at you acting like that is as if you're not the Y/N I know."

"I don't know what you are saying Barom." You shook your head with confusion written all over your face. "But this morning, Jay came to the office to talk with me."

"And why is that?"

"Because he tries to call me last night but I blocked him. And he knew about you, so he wanted to know if my dad knows about us. Then he was telling something about some plan of his but I really don't get it that's why I told him to just talk it with you."

"And I assumed all of that is discuss during that lunch photos we've seen on the net?"

You looked down and just nod.

"Y/N.."

You look up at him.

But before he can even say something, you heard your doorbell chimed. Both of you looked at the way thru your door.

You swallowed hard. You knew who it was. There's a voice in your head that you don't want to open it, but you have to.

You heard Christian sigh deeply and started walking towards the door. So you just walked behind him and stop midway and let him open the door.

As the door swang open, you saw Jay's face. He look's fine as always and he didn't even get surprised to see Christian open the door for him as if he was already expecting him to do so.

"Ian," he said as he let out his right hand to handshake with Christian.

"Jay," Christian said as he just lightly taps at Jay's hand and nods.

Jay smirked at how Christian greeted him. You just tilted your head to the side as you thought that this will gonna be a long day indeed.

This is insane ~ You thought for yourself as you busied in your small kitchen to make the two-man that are now facing each other in your living room a cup of coffee. You sure hoped that the coffee will lessen the intense atmosphere between the two.

You looked at your wristwatch. It's already past 6 in the evening. Almost dinner time. You already assumed that this talk would last a long one, so you pulled out your mobile and texted someone.

Then you put the coffee you made on the tray and served it to them. When you are done, you sit beside Christian. And as if on cue, his left arm went around you. As if sending Jay a silent message. As a reaction from Jay, he just smirked.

'Okay, this will definitely a long night ~' you thought for yourself.

"So, before we can start anything. I like to clarify something." Jay started. "Ian, I assumed that Y/N here already informs you of the situation we're in?"

Christian just nod. "It was all recently, so I'm a bit surprised at it," Christian added.

"It sure is, to tell you the truth - I didn't know that Mr. Y/L/N is Y/N father until the other day. So I do hope you won't get any wrong ideas about this." Jay seems calm and well careful in his words. "But may I know when did the two of you start dating?"

Christian's grip on your shoulder tighten.

"It's been half a year." Christian lied, obviously, but you knew it was needed to make a point for Jay.

"Half a year already and yet her father seems not to know about it. All he knew was you and Y/N are friends." you can tell that Jay is not buying it.

"Oppa ~ I haven't talked to my dad ever since I broke up with my ex. But like I told you earlier, I already plan to tell him about us, but this happens." You informed Jay.

Jay just nods and seems like he was thinking of something else when Christian caught his attention.

"Y/N mention me something that you have some plan that you needed to talked to me about?" Christian sounded hella serious.

You didn't know was Christian is currently controlling all his anger towards Jay. Because if he didn't, who knows what he might do if this goes on.

First, about the rumors he was saying to his crew. Christian and Jay are in the same circle, so whatever rumors are passed on, it will surely go places and will be recognized by others.

Second, the pictures on the internet. The rumors he can handle since it was a baseless rumor that he can shut down easily once you and Christian have seen together not as friends but more than that. But now that the pictures are all on the internet, the whole Korea knew about Jay having someone. And what's more is that Christian have this feeling that the pictures were not accidentally, that it was planned by none other than by Jay.

Third, the fact that you called Jay 'Oppa' is making his blood boil. You knew how he really wanted for you to call him that ever since he even ask you to just mention the word with aegyo for his birthday gift but you wouldn't do it. Now he can hear you say it all over again, but not for him but for Jay.

And lastly, when Jay walked pass him when he opened the door, it hit him. That the day he arrived, you smelled like Jay. He didn't know how on earth you caught to smell like him but what he can't accept is the fact that you choose to be with him rather than fetch him on the airport. And again you lied your way to Jay.

Christian sigh heavily as his fingers comb his hair. He needs to act accordingly and don't let his guard down. He knew something was off between you and Jay, and he will find what it was even knowing that may hurt him.

"Look, Ian, I am here not to steal Y/N away from you or anything like that. I am here because I need Y/N's help and your understanding of this matter. This issue concerns more about me and Y/N's father than you or Y/N. Because Y/N's father offers me something to become Y/N's husband. I accepted it since I badly needed what he handed to me for my company and not because I have feelings for Y/N. You have your own thing so you can get what I'm trying to say here." Christian understand what Jay was saying. He just nodded to let Jay continue.

"After me and Y/N have our litter talk early this day, her father called me to his office. He showed me the pictures that now are all over the net. Not like us, he seems pleased with it. And even mentioning that it's going as he wanted to. By that, he doesn't need to keep an eye on Y/N since she's with me. And with that, I knew my idea will work for all of us." Jay sounded confident that make Christian and you curious about his plan.

"What are you saying Oppa?"

"Are you saying that we need to go thru with the wedding? And you just mentioned that you're not here to steal Y/N." Christian let out a sarcastic laugh.

"I am like I said, I am here to ask for her help and your understanding man." Jay stayed calm. "You can judge me all you want after hearing my side. Even though Y/N already agreed to this earlier."

Christian automatically turn to look at you after hearing that. You were surprised on what Jay said that you didn't manage to react. Christian gave you a knowing look.

"Look here Ian, the old man mention something to me earlier." Christian looked at him again and raise a brow. "That he already knew your feelings towards Y/N and he also made it clear that he doesn't like the idea of you being Y/N's husband. So my plan will really save the both of you the trouble facing the old man."

"That's not true." You said implying that your Dad doesn't like Christian. Jay looked at you as he shook his head. You tried to lean forward to catch Christian's eyes.

"What's your point Park?" as he looks only to Jay. Jay grinned at how Christian address him.

"I know, you know what’s my point there Yu. So my plan here that I already mention to Y/N is if we keep the engagement and be married for at least a year."

Hearing that made Christian's body stiff and his face sharpen then he looked at you all of a sudden. You can see in his eyes the confusion and unsureness. And you understand him and you felt sad that you're causing him all this.

That made you worried, you don't want him to hear all this shit from Jay. You just place your hand behind him and caressing his back. You want him to feel that you are there, that it's okay if he won't agree with Jay at all. That even if your father is against with the relationship, you don't care.

So what you did next was just smile at him. Assuring smile that you wonder how did you even pull it. Maybe because you knew that whatever happens, the both of you will deal with it together. As long as you knew Christian was there for you, hell to everything else because he was all that matter.

In you, you knew there's no way Christian will agree to what Jay wants to happen. You already inform Jay that if Christian doesn't agree to this, you can't do anything about it.

"Let's just put an act for the public," Jay said that made you and Christian looked at him. "Just a year Yu, me and Y/N will be married just in papers and act like it for the public’s eye and for the old man. Of course, I won't force Y/N at anything for it's all an act and everything will be agreed by both party - that is me and the two of you. And since the public already knew that the two of you are close, there's no need for explanation needed if the two of you might be seen in public once in a while. By that, the two of you can keep the relationship you have as lowkey as possible since the public and her old man knew was the two of us being married." Jay looked the two of you looking for any reaction on what he said.

"Oppa?!"

"Are you gone nuts Park?! I'll be damn to agree with that. Even if I understand your needs, don't even think that I can trust you with Y/N!"

"I know that you will say that," It was Jay's turn to sigh. "But do you not have any trust with Y/N and with her decision? Think about it Yu, if you refuse this and both of you will go declare your relationship with the old man. Do you think he will just sit and accept it? Even now that he's the one behind that pictures on the internet? You and Y/N will surely go thru hell."

"Do you think that your suggestion is not hell enough?"

"Compared to what can the old man do? No. You don't know what he can do. He can easily bring the whole DPR to ruins like he's about to do with mine if I don't go thru this married thing. At least with that, we have the control with everything. Once Y/N and I are married, he will be less focus on Y/N and you. She can do anything she wants without his father monitoring her every time. Just think about it."

You just went all silent. All Jay mentioned was too much for you to handle, just imagining it made your head hurts. Jay really thought thru this.

"Still ~ What if I won't agree with the wedding?" Christian asked you can feel that he hate everything that Jay says.

"You still don't get it, man." Jay's seems near to his limit to calm his temper. "First, I don't see any choice for the both of you to continue what you have at peace. Lastly, the reason I asked for a year because I signed a paper with the old man before he gave me what I needed. I need to marry Y/N and within a year, I need to fulfill and prove to be a good husband to Y/N, if not or failed to do so, the two record label and all the assets I have will be transferred under the old man. Now, do you get how big of a deal this is for me?"

"That's all bull, Jay!"

"My dad can't do that Oppa ~"

"I'm telling the truth. That's how your father does business Y/N. He doesn't want for you to know this since, for him, it would hurt your feelings. Business, this is what this is all about."

"I know ~" a tear scape your eyes, you wipe it immediately before them seeing but failed. "That's why ~ that is why I hated him and his business. I'm tired of my dad controlling me and treating me as one of his business assets. I'll do anything just to escape and be free from his control. But still ~" you looked down. Lost for words to express how you really felt about how your Dad sees you. It hurts you to accept the fact.

"Marry me Y/N. And I promise you I'll do anything for you to be free from your old man. That's the least I can assure you Y/N to make amends to what I've done in the past."

"Oppa ~" you looked at Jay and saw how sincere he was.

"Stop right there! Did you just propose to my girlfriend Park? And what past are you both talking about? Babe?" Christian looked at you and waiting for your answer.

Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5 // Chapter 6 // Chapter 7 // Chapter 8 // Chapter 9 // Chapter 10 //

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