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merakiclosed · 3 years

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Princess of the tower

》Pairing: Thief!Jungkook x Princess!reader 》Summary: The thief of the town who goes by the name of JK finds the lost princess but didn’t expect to fall in love with her along the way. 》Genre: Fluff, a bit of angst, Disney!au/Fantasy!au , Strangers to lovers!au, Tangled!au (2010) 》Word count: 7k 》Notes/Warnings: Swearing, mentions of blood and fighting, manipulation, long-haired Kook because that’s a danger in its self.

The sky looked like a fresh blend of colours brushed onto a canvas. Pomegranate pink and papaya orange teased each other, daring to touch but not completely mixing. You’re tempted to close the shutters and go to bed, tiredness pulling at your being. But you were defiant, what good would tomorrow bring? It would be like any other day; clean up, read, paint, sing, cook.

Pascal sleeps on your shoulder when you look down, unconsciously he matches with the sun, his normal green scales changing golden. Sighing, you move your gaze to watch the silhouette of birds fly past, wishing to be as free as them. Reaching out, you touch the plants that wind around the tower, almost crying out to be touched and held as you caress the soft ridges with your fingers.

Finally, you stand up straight and brush the imaginary dust off your purple dress, the silk smooth on your skin. You can remember vividly the day that you made this with your own hands, sewing and cutting material for hours because you grew out of your previous one. Unfortunately, this was the cheapest material your mother could get you, meaning that all of your dresses looked similar. You were dying to get out of the tower and get some more material, experimenting and trying on different styles and colours. But that would never happen. You weren’t allowed out of the tower. It was mother’s number one rule, not under any circumstances were you to step foot outside of this tower.

Carefully, you set Pascal down on one of the pillows as you flop down beside him, trying to not wake him up. Gazing up at the roof, you find the multiple paintings you did, filled with flowers, birds and butterflies, thinking when your life will truly begin.

Your hand moves along the wall, almost like your mind is directing it without you. You never think too much whilst painting, it’s where you see the reflection of your own imagination and mind. Every colour is bold and painted with precise lines, curved yet defined. Small dots of gold contrast with the deep blue of the background, representing the floating lights. The same ones that you know will appear tomorrow night, on your birthday. You could only hope and wish that this year, your mother allows you to go see them.

“My precious daughter.” she cooes, pinching your cheeks making you wince slightly.

“Mother -”

“Would you let your mother brush your hair whilst you sing dear?” she interrupts you. Instantly you’re moving around, grabbing a chair and the brush, rushing to sit her down.

As soon as she is sat down you put a pillow on the floor to sit on, singing the song as fast as you can. Your hair reached the bottom of your bum, thick and tangled from having a busy day, though you don’t wince or groan when she pulls at a knot, too excited and nervous to ask a question. Behind your closed eyes, you briefly see the glow of your hair along with a Zapp at how fast the magic worked.

“Y/N -” mother begins to scold, but you couldn’t care less.

“Mother, I was thinking about what I want for my birthday. Wou- would I b-be able to go outside. To see the floating lights?” Your once confident voice trails off with uncertainty, “They only appear on my birthday and I need to know what they are” you plead, moving to show her the painting you did today, behind the closed curtains. But your grip quickly loosens when you hear her next words.

“Y/n. You want to go outside? You know why we stay in the tower, trust me mother knows best.” She says firmly, standing up towering over you. Her eyes are as dark as her hair as she looks unimpressed, “there are many bad guys out there, diseases that can wipe you out. You know what they do to bright things in the world. They eat them up.”

“You don’t ever ask to go out of this tower ever again.” she finalises, pulling at your dress harshly, “do you understand?” Her gaze is firm and hard making you nod your head meekly. Though, she wanted more than that as she grabs your chin roughly, tilting your head to look her in the eye, “Yes mother I understand.” She beams at you and kisses your cheek. Grabbing the keys, she heads for the door and with another kiss to your head along with a quick I love you, she’s gone again.

Not soon after you could hear laboured breathing coming from the door, the person bangs against the door, followed by a groan. Frantically, you look at Pascal who also has wide eyes, who then points to the frying pan, “Pascal you’re a genius” you whisper. You run behind the door, continuously hearing the stranger try and break the door, making it rattle and echo throughout the room. Any moment now and he’ll end up-

The door breaks off its hinges, the chain now scraping across the ground. It’s silent for a moment as you watch the man look around, failing to look behind him. “OW.SHIT” He shouts when you hit him in the leg with the frying pan, he whips around to look at you. Your mother’s voice sounds in your head of the hideous men with sharp teeth and ill intentions. But this man in front of you was nothing like that. His white shirt was dirty and rolled up to his elbows as underneath was a blue vest, wheat-like string buttoning it together. Brown pants are tucked into brown, leather boots that have clearly been worn for a long time as they are scuffed with mud splattered on them. When your eyes finally land on the satchel in his hand, he moves it closer to himself protectively, interesting.

Like deja vu, you hear another step of footsteps and instantly you know who it is. You and the strange man look at each other wide-eyed and shove him under the stairs, where the kitchen is and hide him behind the curtain. The man stumbles from your push as you take the opportunity to take the satchel out of his hands. Luckily, your mother only gets halfway before she decides to shout, “Y/n, did you want me to get the paint from the beach?” you know that she is doing this so that you don’t talk about going out of the tower, “Yes, mother.” And she’s gone, once again, thankful that you didn’t have to explain why the door was broken.

Cautiously, you creep towards the kitchen, coming face to face with the man, frying pan at the ready in one hand, the satchel in the other. You both looked at each other, he was young, possibly around your age judging by his face. His eyes were deer-like, sparkling with a hint of mischievousness in them, slightly round cheeks but sharp jaw and eyebrows as his black hair slightly hung in front of his eyes, obvious that he hasn’t had it cut in a while. His eyes scan your figure, wanting to roll his eyes, you look innocent and scared. It was obvious that if he shouted at you right now, you would cower. However, he notices the satchel in your hand, “that’s mine, give it back.”

Shaking your head, you hold it closer to you, “No. why are you here?” you foreign confidence when in reality you could feel your erratic heartbeat in your chest. He wasn’t threatened as his face showed confusion, making his nose scrunch up, “Is that all of your hair?”

Your mind starts to connect the dots, “Do you want my hair, is that why you are here? How did you find me?” you accuse, trying to sound threatening.

“I don’t want your hair, I want to get out of here. Now, give me my satchel.” You were shocked by his firm and deep voice as he hardened his gaze on you. Neither of you said anything, his ice-cold stare not wavering as you came up with an idea.

“No. I won’t give you the satchel until you take me to see the floating lights tomorrow night. You will take me there and in return, you’ll get your satchel.”

“That’s it? You want to see the lanterns?” he sounds bored. Well, he shouldn’t have broken your door! You unconsciously pout and nod, “Yes.”

“So, is this a deal then?” he says, cocking his eyebrow. This will be easy.

“Yes.”

“Well let’s get going then”

The words make you pause, you’ll be leaving the tower. Without your mother’s permission. It was against the rules. What if she comes back early. No, you can’t think of that. You either leave the tower now or stay and never be able to see the outside world, “well what are you doing just standing there princess, let’s get moving.”

Feet firmly planted, you look up to the sky that is bright but soft all at once, it looks bigger from down here, reminding you how small you are in a big world. Looking back, you see the plants that have grown thick on the tower, stone of grey peeking out as rigid pieces crumble to the floor. The grass is soft on your feet as you timidly take a step forward, the bottom of your dress soaking up the morning dew as you bend down to pick out a flower. The petals are vibrant and proud as you softly brush your finger along the soft texture. Your hair flows behind you in the grass, but you don’t care. Pascal takes in a big, deep breath of the fresh air, peering over at the young man. He doesn’t trust him.

The man looks at you unimpressed, but in reality, he finds it quite endearing as you look around. The scenery was normal to him, but watching you appreciate all of the little details makes him think more about taking things for granted. But he can’t think like that. He needs to leave you - somewhere safe of course- and run. All he has to do is steal the satchel from you when you sleep and then he will be on his way. He strolls up to you and plucks the flower out of your hand, causing you to pout, but soon turns into a shy smile once he places it in your hair, next to your ear. Firstly, he has to gain your trust.

Walking away, he hears your feet pad on the ground before you walk next to him, “So, princess what’s your name?”

“Y/n.” You say softly, looking up at him, he mulls over what to say before talking, “Mine’s Jk.”

Now fully in the forest, you take it all in. Trees that you once looked over, towered over you causing you to smile like a kid in the candy store, they were bigger than you imagined. You gasped at the sight of a bunny, running over to it, the motion causing it to squeak and hop away. Subconsciously you frown with a pout prominent on your face, you only wanted to pet it, the fur looked so soft! JK looks over at you, cocking his head to the side. How strange and innocent you were, shrugging it off he walks off, wanting to get this over and done with.

“Hey - wait up.”

The woman trudges up the stairs, huffing with every step, her shoes clacking against the stone. She can sense that something is wrong, the echoing doesn’t sound as harsh to her eardrums as before. Thoughts of something getting to her precious prize, causing her to fasten her steps before she abruptly stops, two steps before the top. The wooden door lays on the floor, pieces of wood aloof. She can hear her heartbeat in her ears, adrenaline rushing through her as she shouts out, trying to find her. Pots and pans on the floor, material is thrown all over. Nothing.

As she lays on the cold, hardwood floor, she thinks about all of the possibilities of what could have happened. She can’t lay around all day, she has to do something. Standing up, she pulls her black cloak over her head as her blood-red dress dances against the door, her boots crushing the debris. She will do whatever it takes to get her back.

You walked until it was dark, the atmosphere between you both was awkward for the full day, asking him questions but only getting either one-word responses or gestures of yes or no. Goosebumps appear on your arms from the evening chill as crickets start to sing in the swaying grass.

“I’ll get some firewood, stay here.” He commands, not waiting for an answer as he walks off into the woods. The green canopy almost looks black, drained of colour almost like it was muted under the artist’s hand. Every noise and russell from the bushes makes you jump, you’ve practically been alone for most of your life, but you were surrounded by the tower walls. You’re vulnerable under the moon that shines in the night. It was a weird experience, you’ve seen the nightfall and the sunrise, yet witnessing it outside was so much more magical. You only wish that your companion would be better, but at least Pascal is with you, though he isn’t much help as you look over to find him knocked out on the edge of the branch that you’re sat on. The familiar crunch of boots makes you gaze up at the man, his biceps bulging in the shirt that he wears.

The fire crackles as soon as he has light it, you watch him silently as he tears a bit of his shirt off to stop the bleeding of a scrape on his arm. Maybe, you can get him to talk if you become closer. Wordlessly, you scoot over to him and reach out softly to stop him, he looks at you with furrowed eyebrows wondering what you were doing. Winding some hair around the cut, he hisses as your small hands press harder onto his forearm, with a cautious gaze you look up at him, “Please don’t be scared.” The vulnerability in your voice is evident as he looks at you skeptically.

“Flower gleam and glow” Let your power shine Make the clock reverse Bring back what once was mine”

Jungkook watches you as if you were crazy, but confusion knocks into him once he feels a tingle in his arm, looking as your hair starts to glow. Staring at your face, the light illuminating your face. Your eyes are closed firmly, he observes the silent features on your face that draws him closer to you, you look so young, yet so worn out. Watching as delicate lips sing the song.

“Heal what has been hurt Change the fate’s design Save what has been lost Bring back what once was mine What once was mine.”

What and why were you in that tower?

Opening your eyes, he’s taken out of his thoughts, clearing his throat. Meekly, you look up at him as you unwrap your hair from his arm, the cut no longer there. You wait anxiously at what he will do next. You haven’t shown anyone other than your mother that.

“H-how long has your -uh. Magical Uhm. Hair been doing that?” He coughs when his voice cracks, not wanting to show how scared he actually feels.

“Forever. Something like this” You gesture to your hair, “has to be protected, that’s why my mother - why I never left the tower.” Your voice trails off at the end, still uncertain about what he is thinking.

His thoughts are running wild. He’s sitting there, in the middle of the night, with a girl who has magical hair. Is this a dream? Something like this doesn’t happen, maybe he’s going crazy. Maybe the guards have already taken him and this is all some sort of hallucination. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see you twiddle your thumbs, waiting anxiously. He had a perfect plan for tonight, wait until you fall asleep, take the satchel and run. He knew you wouldn’t be able to stay awake for long, yet he doesn’t think he can do it. If someone gets to you, you’re a goner. And for some reason, it makes his gut twist at the thought of you in danger, especially after you showed him your little trick. People like him, eat people like you for dinner. He yearns to know everything about you already, but he doesn’t think he can bring himself to do it. He’s not a good person and you don’t deserve that.

“Jungkook.”

“Huh?” You look up at him quizzically.

“My name is Jeon Jungkook.”

You gaze up into his deep, marble eyes where you could see tales - most likely fascinating, secrets and stories that he’s held up in his head for years. He was far more interesting than you, that’s for sure.

“How did you find the tower?” You questioned, averting your eyes to pascal as he sleeps peacefully.

“I ran, I didn’t plan the journey to the tower, I just ended up there.” He says with a humourless laugh, thinking about how he had run away from the guards at the palace, then proceeding to ditch the two others. His eyes unconsciously flicking to the satchel around your shoulder. Was all of this worth it?

You nod at him, not knowing what to say, you want to know what he was running from, why he never gave you his real name from the start, why he was so desperate to get the satchel. You had so many questions for people outside of the tower, but now sitting in front of him, Jungkook, your mind runs blank. Yawning, you rub your eyes, but you’re fearful of sleeping outside. Will someone attack you? Will it rain? What if a giant creature comes and gets you?

“Easy there, princess. I can see your head about to blow smoke from how hard you’re thinking.” Jungkook said in a small voice, presumably not wanting to disturb the quietness of the night. Laying down, pieces of wood stabbed your side, but it would have to do if you want to get to the lanterns tomorrow. Your head lays gently on the bark, the constellations that have witnessed centuries watch over you both in this small moment before you finally close your eyes drifting off to sleep.

Jungkook looks over when he hears your breathing slowing down, to see you knocked out like a light. Chuckling to himself, he can imagine how hard today was compared to being in that tiny room in the tower. He sits on the grass, leaning against the log you’re asleep on, looking at your figure. He was so curious to know you, he never heard anything about a girl being locked up in a tower, and surprisingly, he felt bad for you. So youthful and full of wonder, and he was youthful but full of danger.

Luckily, the town wasn’t far from where you slept, only a couple of hours in the morning and you finally saw the opening to the village. Even from afar, you could feel the energy that the people emit, vibrant clothing shining in the sunlight as people dance to the music. They move around each other like pebbles in the water, flowing around one another, as they fill each other with adrenaline-pumping happiness. You only see joyful faces as they bring the village to life. Chatter between sellers and buyers as if they were old friends. It’s like nothing you’ve ever seen before. Mother was wrong, there are good people in the world. Pascal looks in wonder, as he hides in the pocket of your dress, he’s never seen something like this in his life. If he thought your paintings were colourful, this was on a whole other level as they whizzed past him.

Purple seemed to be the main colour as it is splashed onto every bit of material you see, as you get closer you see a group of young girls that paint a mural on the floor, a star in the middle of purple paint. A picture of, who you presume are the king and queen with a young daughter in their arms, was in front of the painting.

Jungkook watches you silently as you smile widely, your eyes darting in every which way to take everything in. He gently grabs at your sleeve and tugs you towards one of the stands who does hair, sitting you in the chair. You look up at him questioningly, as the woman starts to braid your hair, making sure not to hurt you. She doesn’t question the twigs and leaves she finds, simply plucking them out. You sit in wonder, trying not to dart your head around to see more.

Your hair feels lighter and is easier to manage as you walk past the stalls. Briefly, you smell something sweet as you get closer to a particular one, your face lighting up at the sweetness. You pause your steps, taking a closer look at what it was.

Jungkook turns around to find that you’re not following him anymore, sending him into a panic as all he can see is a crowd of people. He’s familiar with his heart racing, normally from running away, but as he looks around he feels a different type of adrenaline, but all he has to do is breathe before calming down. His eyes are quick to find you, your purple dress matching perfectly with the theme as your hair flows down your back, flowers intertwined in certain strands. Walking towards you, he laughs when he sees your nose practically smudged against the glass that holds the doughnuts. You stare at him in shock, forgetting that you were supposed to follow him, causing heat to rise in your body.

“Do you want one?” He asks softly, nodding towards the sweet treat. You nod enthusiastically, causing another chuckle to rise from his throat as he hands the man behind the glass some money. You whisper a thank you as you take it from him, “what is this called?”

“It’s a doughnut.” He’s careful in calling you princess in the village, knowing it’s a sensitive topic and he doesn’t need to be at the center of attention right now, especially with all of the guards that he has seen. Tentatively, he watches you take your first bite, a giggle passes your lips once you’ve eaten it, taking another bite, clearly enjoying it as your cheeks fill like chipmunks. He watched fondly, before catching himself. No, he can’t fall for you. In a flash, he turns serious, cocking an eyebrow at you. Humiliation falls over you, at your obvious display of enjoyment. You’re not sure what you’ve done, but you still feel it as he looks at you with his sharp gaze. Lowering the doughnut, you avoid eye contact before nodding at him to continue with where you were walking to, giving the last of it to pascal.

However, you get distracted once again at a group of people dancing, their bodies speaking for how they feel. You have danced before, in the comfort of the walls you call home, but here where you see young girls skipping and weaving past the seas of people, smiling as if nothing bad ever happened, you realise that you’ve never truly danced. Forgetting about the moment earlier, you grab Jungkook’s hand and dance with him. His larger hands encased in yours as you follow the rhythm, being carefree of everything, feeling freedom run in your bones. You know that after tonight, life goes on as normal, so today you will be free of all of your worries.

Smiling and giggling you look up to find him mirroring your expression. His laugh is beautiful as you finally get to see him enjoy himself, maybe he has realised that he can also be carefree. Your feet pad against the stone floor, you know you’ll have to make up an excuse as to why your feet are battered and bruised when you get home, but right now you don’t care.

But you’re soon thrown out of this dream when his eyes widen, looking at something behind you. You go to look back when he softly puts your head in his chest, holding you close, your breath hitches at the contact of your bodies pressed together. The feeling of having someone so close was bizarre, even your mother didn’t hold you like this especially as long as this. Suddenly, he pulls away, holding your hand in his as he runs, shouting of guards impales your ears, clattering of boots and metal follow behind you as each step is calculated. Not used to the exertion of energy your breathing starts to get laboured as you both rush past people, it’s all a blur as your steps start to falter, Jungkook’s grip on your hand getting tighter. Your bare feet sting as they slap against the moss-laden rock, each stride of his were worth at least two of yours, his long legs and previous endeavours made this easy, barely breaking a sweat. With a good distance between you and the guards, Jungkook drags you around another corner and into a darker and smaller passageway. Abruptly he shoves you against the wall, causing you to wince, his body once again up against yours. In your pocket, you barely realise that Pascal is shaking, clinging onto your dress for dear life. But all you can do is look at his face, tight-lipped and his gaze is sharp as he listens for the guards, your breath hot against his hand that is against your lips, keeping you quiet. His own breathing is steady but slightly offbeat as for the first in a while, he is scared of being caught. He’s been running away from guards the whole of his life, but he couldn’t get you in trouble because of his actions. You can hear the guards getting closer, footsteps matching in beat with each other, trained to perfection as they rush past you both.

A sigh of relief from him as you smile up towards him, “that was an adventure” you laugh. The adrenaline that pumped through you was certainly a new experience, though your feet are paying the price as you look down at them. Jungkook copies you and looks at how red and bruised your feet are making him grimace. He opens his pouch in his pocket and hands you some coins and points to one of the stalls, “I’ll stay here, are you alright buying your own shoes?”

Looking around you don’t see any of the guards and nod at him, slightly uncertain. You’ve only socialised with two people, but you can do this! You can totally do this! Hesitantly, you walk up to the stall before looking back to Jungkook to find him standing with a smile and two thumbs up. Briefly, you look down to Pascal who nods at you, a small smile on his face. You nod your head again and continue forward, with timid steps before looking around at the shoes on show before finding a pair of loafers, white with a golden pattern on the front, matching perfectly with your dress. The woman that owns the stall laughs at you before guiding you to try them on. You smile widely at her before giving her the coins, to which she accepts with a small smile, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons. Putting them on your feet, you wiggle your toes before skipping back to Jungkook. He smiles at you watching your eyes brighten up, talking animatedly about how you think they’re pretty and soft. Again, he can feel his heart skip a beat. But once more he ignores it. He’s not meant for you.

Unknown to both of you Pascal notices the looks he gives you and tilts his head, maybe he isn’t as bad as he thought.

As the sun descends and an ashen moon rises into the darkness he walks you along the beach, where a river lies in front of the castle. A small rowing boat sits upon the pale yellow of the sand, still against the calm waves. Jungkook unwinds the rope from the wooden pole and throws it into the boat. Holding out a hand he helps you get in as he pushes it off into the ocean, jumping in after, making the boat rock. You yelp and hold on to the side, crouching into a ball as you can feel it rock beneath you. You hear him laugh as he sits down, not bothered by the sway of the waves. He grabs the paddles and starts to row, you watch as his face contorts into concentration, his tongue bulges against his cheek, his once injured hand gripping the paddle with a tough grip, veins run along his forearm. A foreign feeling surges through you as you watch him, butterflies invading your stomach.

Soon enough you’re in the middle of the river, as he stops rowing, wiping off the sweat that formulated on his forehead with the back of his hand. Swiftly, Pascal crawls to the side of the boat and seats himself on the wood, waiting for the lights to warm up the sky. One particular question has been nagging in the back of your head ever since you saw the lanterns, “why do they send them off every year on my birthday?”

“The lanterns?” You nod.

“The daughter of the King and Queen was taken on this day and was never seen again. They hope by sending these lanterns off that she will find her way back.” He sighs, running his fingers through his already unruly hair. You know that he is hiding something as he avoids your eyes, looking out in the water. Before you can say anything a singular light floats up into the sky followed by thousands more. Gasping, you jump to the edge of the boat, trying to get a closer look, ignoring the tilt of the boat in your excitement. Lanterns illuminated like stars against the inky black night, the water merged the reflection of those in the sky, an autumn orange. Inside each lantern holds a small candle, lit with a prayer, calling out for the lost daughter. The pale silk hand-painted with the same star you saw earlier.

A cough from behind you causes you to look back, to find Jungkook sat with two lanterns in his hand and a sheepish smile on his face. Gasping, you reach forward to grasp one, and softly it floats between your fingers and into the sky, circling around Jungkook’s. The world feels like it’s shifted, warm and bright even in the crisp night. Turning around, you thrust the satchel in his hands, “You took me to the lanterns. This is my end of the deal.”

Shaking his head, he pushes it away, “I don’t want it.”

Tilting your head in confusion, he continues to look in your eyes, his eyes uncharacteristically soft, leaning closer to you, “I don’t know how you’ve done it, but you’ve changed me. You made me question everything that I’ve done if only I had met you sooner.” you can feel his breath on your face, his gaze wavering to look down at your lips as you unconsciously lick your lips. Your heart is hammering in your chest as you scoot closer to him, resting your hands on his knees. Your lips centimetres apart before the boat rocked, but it wasn’t due to the waves. A dark shadow cast over the both of you, laughter of three people getting closer to the boat, “well, look what we have here.” A rough voice calls out.

Looking up, you find your mother standing next to two men who are easily 6 foot in height, scars all over their bodies. Slamming their boat into yours, you go to topple over the edge beforehand reaches out and pulls you into them, “My sweet, precious daughter.” Her familiar scent engulfs your senses, her bony frame hugging you in a death grip. Jungkook heaves in a breath as his wet form is slung into the boat, coughing up water. The two men hold him in a vice grip, hauling him up by his arms as his body shivers from the cold.

Struggling to get out of your mother’s grip, Jungkook looks up at you and shakes his head, telling you to stop. Ignoring him, you continue, “Let him go.”

“Oh no, sweetheart. He took you from me, we can’t have that can we?” her patronising voice sings in your ear. One of the men punches him in the gut, as the other kicks his back legs causing him to fall to his knees, the wood digging into his skin from the impact. “And these lovely boys helped me, aren’t they sweet,” she says, grabbing your chin and harshly tugging it to make you look at them. An uppercut to head and he spits out blood, “Mother. Stop.” your voice is filled with panic, watching helplessly as they repeatedly punch him and kick him. Your mind goes wild, why isn’t he fighting back? Pascal watches on with wide eyes, knowing that he can’t do anything, feeling useless.

The pain that he feels is excruciating but he doesn’t do anything other than let it happen. He hears your blood-curdling screams but it comes in and out like waves, his sight becoming blurry as they continue. He deserves this. The stealing, the robbing, the slowly falling in love with you. He doesn’t deserve to be in your life. He screams as he’s cut in the shoulder, the knife shortly ripped out of him to be plunged into his left side. His blood is hot as it pours out, burning his cold figure. Looking up, he finds your face covered in tears, eyes bloodshot as you kick and scream for your mother to stop. You were one of a kind. He didn’t know how you did it, but you made him want to change for the better. He didn’t want the crown. He didn’t want wealth. He wanted you. But fate had a cruel way of showing him that he couldn’t have you. Another stab, another scream. Not from him, but you. He smiles weakly at you as he can feel himself about to pass out, his skin turning paler by the second.

“Mother, please,” you beg, tears cascading down your face like lava.

“Boys.” She says simply, both of them stopping and holding a bruising grip on his arms. His head sags, not having the energy to look up at you anymore.

“P-please. Please… Let me heal him and then you can take me. I’ll l-live with you forever. You and me. I’ll never go outside, I’ll do everything you ask of me. Just let me heal him and let him go.” You sniffle and choke on your words, breathless from screaming. Your mother cocks her head to the side before looking back to the two men, “Shoo. Take the crown and go.” A sick, twisted smile coats their faces as they both look at each other before jumping into the boat you came on, picking up the satchel and rowing away. Jungkook slumps to the floor, weakly holding onto his side.

Her grip on you disappears and you throw yourself to the floor, “Jungkook.” You frantically try and stop the blood, but too much has already been lost, “You’ll be okay. You’ll be okay.” you whisper, pushing down on one his wounds causing him to wince.

“Y/n.” you ignore him, grabbing your hair in your hands to wrap around him, before pale hands grip yours, “I can’t let you do this.” A single tear makes its way down his face, his hands are cold against yours signifying that you don’t have much time left.

“Please, please let me do this or you’ll die.” you softly caress his cheek, moving some hair out of his face, “If I let you do this, you’ll die.” he whispers, eyes blinking rapidly to try and stay awake. His breathing is heavy as he wheezes. Gently, he wraps his arms around you and brings you into him as your body shakes, “I love you.” With all of the energy that he can muster he snatches the knife from the floor before grabbing your hair and cutting it in one swipe. Jagged lines of hair fall to the ground, as you gaze at him with wide eyes.

A piercing screech comes from your mother, “what have you done?” she shouts, pulling her cloak over her, as she stammers around the boat before reaching the edge. It was like it was in slow motion as she topples over the edge and into the water, her arms flaring, struggling to keep afloat before her body slowly sank, as her body ages before you.

Jungkook’s grip around you becomes weaker, his breathing getting slower. Your heart sinks to your stomach, as you watch him take his last breath. “No, no, no, no, no” you whisper, choking as a sob threatens to tear at your throat. Pascal climbs on top of him, eyes sad as he watches the both of you, beneath him he can feel Jungkook’s breathing slowing down. Your hands shake as you watch blood ooze from his wounds, and you burst like a dam. Salty tears run down your face, racking with sobs. This was your fault, he didn’t deserve this. If only you would have stayed in the tower. If only you didn’t fall in love with him.

“Flower gleam and glow” Let your power shine Make the clock reverse Bring back what once was mine.

Heal what has been hurt Change the fate’s design Save what has been lost Bring back what once was mine What once was m-mine.”

Your voice cracking continuously as you breathed the song. It was a bittersweet moment as the lanterns around you continued to float around you, full of life, burning into the ever glowing night sky, almost like they were mocking you. Light beamed around you, a golden hue spiraled around the both of you like it was dancing to a song before bursting, like a firework, into the star that has been engraved into your memory since this morning.

A wave of dizziness crashes over you, making you lose balance, your hands scraping against the wood. Flashes of memories burst through your mind. A small hand touching bigger ones. Chubby legs that look like they’re learning to walk for the first time. A mobile hanging from above the crib. And a star. The same star that you painted on your ceiling. The same star that’s been in front of your very eyes this entire day. Another flash and you see a man and a woman. The parents of the lost daughter.

Gasping, you see Jungkook getting up and holding his head in his hands, his body feeling sore. Throwing yourself at him once again, you swallow thickly holding back another sob. Gradually, he lifts himself up whilst keeping his arms around you, “It’s okay. It’s okay.”

“J-Jungkook. I-”

“It’s fine, I know,” he whispers, kissing the top of your head as he manoeuvres your body to sit in his lap. “Y-you know what I am?” you sniffle, looking up at him, watching as he nods. “There was no way that you weren’t the missing princess. A girl that was kept in a tower, magical powers and the fact you looked identical to the picture painted on the wall in the middle of the village? I put it together fairly fast”

Leaning up, you kiss him softly on the lips but soon gets broken as you both start smiling uncontrollably, “Let’s get you home, princess.”

The balcony stood over the village, the open porch in front of you was held with detailed pillars, painted in a brilliant white. The architecture fitting perfectly with the village buildings, get standing out in the most ostentatiously way as the castle stood the tallest. Guards surrounded the both of you, causing Jungkook to be on his toes. If this all goes wrong you’ll both be jailed for life. The white stone of the castle glistened in the summer sun as you both wait anxiously.

Heels clack on the polished floor, steps full of purpose as you clutch Jungkook’s hand tighter. Two people; a man and women step out. A gasp escapes them both as your eyesight gets blurry. Your parents. Your mother runs towards you and embraces you, knocking the wind out of you as she storks your cheek as if you were made of glass, her bloodshot eyes smiling at you with love, “y/n.”

“Mother, father.” you smile at them taking a hand each in your own.

“This is Jungkook. He helped me get here.” You say as you turn around to face him. Your dad walks towards him, boot heavy on the ground as he embraces him, “thank you for bringing my daughter home.”

Smiling at the sight, you pull Jungkook towards you and squeeze him tight, “thank you.” you whisper into his chest, feeling the rumble of his chest as he laughs, “anything for you princess.”

Pascal squeaks from Jungkook’s shoulder before turning blue, when all of the attention is on him from his celebration of joy, making you all laugh and coo at him. The princess of the tower was finally free.��

Please comment and reblog, tell me what you think!! It took me around 2 weeks to write this and I’m sorry if the ending isn’t as good :(( But I still hope you enjoyed

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elephantsneedwater · 3 years

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ACT 1: Like last time

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“I’m not sure if I should keep serving you,” Claire said as I slid my glass towards her.

My vision was blurry and the world was wavy, but “I can still hear the music. More, please.”

She cocked an eyebrow at me, but listened and poured me a quarter glass of my favorite tequila. I was too antsy about the liquor that I almost pulled away while she was still pouring. She sent me a chastised tick of her tongue and I rolled my eyes bringing the glass to my lips.

Our eyes locked and I could see her mind working. I’ve been here for two hours now, not saying too much. Even Rogue caught the tension in my shoulders and the look in my eyes and gave me a wide berth. Claire though had no idea what I’ve been through and how my life has just shattered to pieces and scattered in the wind. Being alive is what I’m most proud of, but being alive and alone is so much worse than dying and being surrounded by others.

My red nails tapped against the sticky counter of the Afterlife bar, Claire was still looking at me, her brow cocked and her teeth pulling in her cheek. I sighed, pinched my nose and set my glass down. The tequila swept down my throat and my cheeks burned.

“If you keep staring at me you’ll bore a hole into my skull,” I sneered.

“I’m trying to figure it out.”

I squinted, “Figure what out?”

Another patron caught her eye, and she poured him a whiskey and quickly came back. She leaned down on the counter, her elbows sliding into a bit of liquid.

“Who did you allow close enough to tear your heart out?”

I froze, “What?” I balked.

Was it so obvious that River weighed that heavily on my mind? Was I so readable? I know I’ve been gone for awhile and haven’t been around many people, but...

“Whoa, whoa, V. Are you alright?”

Claire was staring at me her eyes a bit wide in shock.

“What?”

“You’re crying.” She pointed towards my face and it was then that I could feel the hot tears on my cheeks. My vision was a bit blurry.

Quickly, I wiped at my eyes, “I -,”

Claire scooped up my glass and tossed the contents down the sink. She grabbed a new glass and filled it with cold water.

“Drink. I’m closing your tab, and calling you a cab.”

“I drove here.” I sputtered wrapping my hand around the cool glass.

“Like I’m gonna let you drive. Drink it, V. I’ll have Ted,” She cast her eyes to one of the new bouncers, his shaved head reminded me of River and my eyes lolled back to her, “take you to the cab. Drink.”

She was a bit demanding and I widened my eyes in mock disgust and began to drink my water.

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My eyes snapped open. The light from mid morning slipped in between the slats of my window. I blinked and sat up on my elbows, glancing about. Sex still lingered on my skin and I could see my clothes scattered about the tiled floor. Smirking, I swung my bare legs over the side of the bed, keeping my sheets to my chest.

A heavy feeling pulsed in my head and I rubbed at my forehead.

“Don’t grimace too much, I’ve got your coffee right here.” River announced as the front door swished open. His grey long sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and his leather pants hung nicely on his hips.

River was carrying two small coffee cups and I spotted a brown paper bag tucked under his arm. In a few long strides he was in front of me and I happily took the the warm cup.

“I spy with my little eye: pastries?” I smiled up at him, and leaned down brushing his lips across my forehead before moving to the couch.

“I may have ventured over to your favorite bakery.” He smirked, setting his cup down.

I leaned back on my hand, allowing she sheets to pool around my hips as I brought the coffee to my lips.

“Mhmm.” I sighed.

It was exactly what I needed. My eyes fluttered open to see River staring at me, a pastry tucked between his lips but his eyes were slinking down my body. He was leaned back against the purple couch, and I could see the excitement strain against his pants.

With a sly smile I set my cup down by the bed, pulled the sheets from my naked body and ventured over to River. He watched me with extreme curiosity as I straddled his lap, leaning forward to bite at the other half of the sweet pastry. Rivers hands gripped my hips hard and rolled me over so I was under him. He pulled the treat from my lips and discarded it onto the napkins he set out on the table. His lips crashed into mine and I moaned pulling him close, my legs wrapping around his hips, the roughness of his leather pants rubbed against me and I gasped using it to my leverage.

A chuckle escaped his full lips as he trailed kisses down my neck and across my breasts.

“You had your treat. My turn for something sweet,” his hands gripped my hips as his lips trailed down my torso. My breath quickened and pleasure coiled into my stomach as his breath ghosted over my most sensitive spot.

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“Fuck.” I groaned snapping my eyes open.

It took me a few moments to wake up and my hand slipped from my pajama bottoms. Cursing again I pulled off my tank top and black sweats beelining to the shower. In my haste I tripped over a moving box, my little toe screamed as I grumbled under my breath.

My reflection in the mirror was a sore sight, mascara was smeared across my eyes and my lip gloss was sticky against my chin and cheek, a few wisps of ginger hair was stuck in the substance. Swallowing against the dryness of my throat I turned the shower on, not even bothering to wait for the water to heat up.

It crashed against my skin, and I leaned against the cool wall. After a few minutes, ten at most I turned the water off and wrapped a towel around my wet body. My longer hair dripped down my shoulders and to the floor as I rummaged in my closet.

I was lucky enough to get the same apartment I had before, the super said something about housing the infamous V was good for business. I wasn’t going to argue, the familiarity is nice.

As I slipped a lounge tank over my head, it stuck a bit to my damp skin and as I tugged it down my scarred torso my phone rang and I stopped.

River Ward flashed before me and I cursed. I still had three days to get my shit together before meeting him. I wasn’t ready to speak to him but as I pulled up sweat pants high over my hips, I clicked answer.

His deep voice filled my ears and I bit my lip to keep from saying anything too on towards. He wasn’t mine anymore.

“Hey, V. Joss heard you were back in town and naturally Randy wants to meet up.”

I kept quiet until he called my name again.

“Yes? Sorry.”

“I gave Randy your number. He’s excited about catching up and getting dinner.” River repeated.

“Oh, ok. Does he have a place in mind? I can meet him later on today.” I responded.

“Actually, I was gonna cook.” His voice fell into a lighter note and my heart sped up.

“Like last time?” I sputtered.

He was quiet for a bit, I could hear his own breathing grow heavy before he spoke, “Yes. Like last time.”

I couldn’t hide the smile that pulled at my lips this time, memories of our first family dinner swam into my mind and I responded with a quick okay before hanging up.

With my face in my hands I sat on my bed going over our conversation when a text from Randy pinged. My mind was looking forward to what might happen and an ache spread between my legs as I laid back ignoring the text.

I knew something bad and good was going to come out of meeting up with the family again, and it terrified me.

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And chapter two is a go. I hope you guys like it! Just like the game this will be a very mature story so expect it to not be PG - 13 in anyway.

Let me know what you think!

#cyberpunk 2077 spoilers #cyberpunk 2077 #River Ward #v x river #female v #my work

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tradgicworks · 3 years

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Heartfelt:P-1 A World of Sorrow

When a student of a private school disappears during stormy night, three strangers come together to look for her and end up discovering the dark secrets of the world around them. WORD COUNT - 3134

The light of the setting sun peered into the old diner. Black clouds dotted the sky. Sophie took a long sip from her milkshake and stared wistfully at the horizon. Her golden bangle bracelet slid down her arm as she did.

“What’s wrong?” Gwyneth asked as she noticed her gaze.

Gwyneth brushed her bangs aside. Her dark brown colored eyes were filled with concern. She had voluminous long black hair that covered her shoulders like a fluffy mane. She wore a uniform which consisted of a long skirt, a simple tucked in blouse, and a blazer- all in different shades of purple.

“Nothing’s wrong, I’m just thinking about some stuff,” Sophie said with a meek smile.

"What kinda stuff?" Gwyneth asked.

"Midterms, winter vacation, piano practice. The usual," Sophie replied.

“Wow, not even trying to hide the fact that you weren’t paying attention to my story, huh?" Gwyneth gave an exaggerated sigh.

"I'm sorry," Sophie awkwardly smiled.

“It's okay, I forgive you. Anyways, remember that girl that went missing a couple months ago, she was a freshman, um, vice president of the chess club or something. Well some of the older students have been talking about how this isn’t the first time that it has happened,” Gwyneth ate one of her few remaining fries. “Near the end of last year’s spring semester a different freshman suddenly moved away. This normally wouldn't have been seen as strange except for the fact that it was right in the middle of finals. Supposedly, one of her friends decided to call her parents to ask about what happened only to be told that the phone number had been out of service for weeks.”

“Spooky,” Sophie commented simply.

“Mhm. So, the older girls started talking and it turned out that a lot of students went missing over the years. They say that it's been about fifteen students in total that have suddenly disappeared. For every single one of them there was a convenient excuse for why, but all of it just seems too coincidental,” Gwyneth leaned in for dramatic effect. “Me thinks there’s a conspiracy afoot.”

“Really? I suppose it is strange, but it could just be that the seniors get overactive imaginations with how much free time they have during finals,” Sophie sighed.

“Aw come on, humor me at least," Gwyneth leaned back. “Don’t you think it’s weird that the academy has a dedicated security team that answers directly to Capital City’s police department? We even have a creepy name for them- Wardens- that’s not normal!”

“Well, given the kind of students that attend it’s not that strange,” Sophie said.

“You really are playing devil's advocate today, huh?” Gwyneth gave a friendly smile.

“Sorry,” Sophie lowered her gaze.

Gwyneth’s smile turned to a face of concern.

“Hey, are you sure you’re okay-'' Gwyneth started before she was interrupted by the chimes of their phones.

“Curfew,” Sophie swiped at her smartphone. “It’s time to head back.”

“Right...” Gwyneth gazed at her for a few seconds as she packed up her things and got ready to leave before following suit.

The two left a tip for the waiter and headed out into the cold air of the coming winter. The sleepy sky matched the energy of the few students that remained outside, all of them in a quiet hurry to get back to the main campus of Dorothy Elaine Atham's Private Academy for Young Women, or “the academy” as the students plainly referred to it. It was originally constructed in the early 1940s, yet it managed to remain one of the most prestigious high schools in Capital City. This was mostly due to the academy having the support of the Capital City Police Department. They would employ off-duty officers to act as the academy’s security team, or ‘Wardens’ as they were officially referred to. As a result the academy set itself apart as one of the safest private high schools in the entirety of the United States. Strict curfews, no relationships, mandatory dorms, quarterly inspections by the Wardens, uniforms and an arduous curriculum were some of the measures taken to keep the students safe. Wealthy families from all over the country enrolled their children with peace of mind that they would be safe, allowing the school to afford top of the line facilities, staff, and to further its reputation even more. It was said that the academy was so stern with its policies that even the lightest violation could lead to expulsion. Of course that was just a rumor.

Sophie and Gwyneth eventually found themselves back at the main entrance of the academy. Tall walls made of brick and black fencing led to two large half open gates. A flower bed filled with wilting violet roses that matched the student’s outfits sat underneath them. A tall Warden stood at the side of the entrance. Her bright green eyes filled with overwhelming sternness locked with Sophie’s. Sophie averted her gaze and made her way in alongside Gwyneth.

“W-Well, see you tomorrow,” Sophie said to Gwyneth as she took out a pair of wireless earbuds.

“Wait,” Gwyneth gently grabbed her arm before she left. “How about we walk back to your dorm together? I got some more spooky stories I want to tell you about.”

“You won’t make it back to your dorm in time if we do that, you’re on the other side of campus.” Sophie replied.

“I could just stay at your place, y’know like a sleepover,” Gwyneth doubled down as she let go of her arm.

“We both know you can’t do that,” Sophie let out a long breath and held Gwyneth’s shoulders. “I’m fine, really. I know you’re worried about me but I just haven't been getting a lot of sleep. That’s all.”

“Are you sure?” Gwyneth asked.

“I’m sure,” Sophie looked her in the eyes. “I promise that I’m okay.

“Breakfast?” Gwyneth asked dejectedly.

“Of course, breakfast sounds great,” Sophie gave a convincing enough smile. “Now let’s hurry, before the dorm doors lock.” She said as she let go of her.

“Yeah, goodnight,” Gwyneth smiled slightly.

“Goodnight,” Sophie replied before putting in her earbuds and selecting a classical music playlist.

The sun was halfway nestled into the horizon by the time they split. Night was rapidly approaching. The pitch black clouds moved as a mound, thunder rumbled in the distance. The academy resembled a small college more than a high school. Four buildings took up the majority of the campus, each housing their respective grade. A well decorated plaza rested in the middle of the four buildings, where the freshmen, sophomores, juniors, and seniors could interact with each other during lunch or after classes. The dorms sat a few hundred feet from their respective buildings. Wilting but mostly green grass took the majority of the empty space in the campus. Trees and flower beds stood beside the lamp posts that lit up the sprawling walkways. The campus barely had enough room for everything that was built on it, but it was efficient nonetheless.

Sophie’s brows furrowed as the freshmen dorm came into view. It was tucked away in the farthest corner of the campus. While the other dorms enjoyed a nice view of the academy, the freshmen dorms were greeted with the old auditorium. It was by far the oldest building on campus and in a desperate need for renovation. Unfortunately, the construction was inexplicably postponed until the end of the semester- leaving the freshmen with the sight of an ugly, half finished, and decaying building.

Sophie glanced at the front doors. A girl leaned against the doors as she chewed gum. Sophie overlapped the ends of her blazer together and averted her eyes. The girl stopped chewing as Sophie walked to the entrance. Sophie quickly took out her ID card and pressed it against the door’s scanner. The girl swatted her ID to the ground as it finished scanning.

“Whoops,” The girl, Eva, leered in a pretentious tone as she put her arm around her shoulder. “Didn’t see you there princess.”

Eva blew a bubble with her gum and popped it with a sharp snap. Her dyed ash blonde hair was tied into a messy bun. Her hazel colored eyes were flecked with dull orange blemishes. She wore a thick black hoodie and a short skirt which barely fell within the academy’s dress code. A faint but irritatingly smug smirk stretched across her face.

“What do you want, Eva?” Sophie said meekly.

“Nothing much, nothing much at all. I just wanted to talk to my dear friend for uh,” Eva glanced at her wrist watch. “Five minutes.”

“We’re not friends,” Sophie kept her gaze glued to the floor.

“It hurts me to hear you say that,” Eva squeezed her shoulder until she winced from the pain. “Listen, I need a little favor. As you know, winter break is in a week and I’m running low on funds, so I was wondering if you can help me. It’ll run you about five thousand dollars, but of course that’s nothing compared to all the allowance money your mommy and daddy are giving you, right?”

“No,” Sophie muttered.

“Excuse me?,” Eva tilted her head until she met her gaze. “You need to speak up, I can’t hear you through your teeth.”

“I’m not giving you anything,” Sophie pushed her off of herself. “Leave me alone or I’ll report you to the Wardens!”

“Oh, really now?” Eva chuckled dryly. “I think you and I both know you can’t follow up on such a threat, not without putting that friend of yours in a whole lot of trouble…Well you do have a point, I can’t take what’s not in my hands after all…” She glanced at her watch and gave a sadistic smirk.

“But neither can you,” Eva said before sweeping Sophie’s legs and causing her to trip backwards.

Sophie yelped in pain as she just managed to catch herself. By the time she got up Eva was already inside of the dorm with her ID in hand. She rushed to the doors only to find that they were already locked. The sound of a grandfather clock chimed through the PA system signaling the start of the curfew.

“It’s a good thing you managed to scan the door before you dropped your ID, huh? That way it's on record that you got in here before curfew. Your perfect attendance is not in danger, though it was a real shame you lost your ID. Don’t worry though I’ll turn it in to the lost and found in the morning. Have a nice night, princess! I hear it's going to be a dark and stormy one,” Eva laughed while waving Sophie’s ID in the air.

“Wait!” Sophie pleaded as she desperately tried to open the door, but no matter how much she pushed against them, the doors refused to budge.

She froze as she felt a cold drop of rain fall down her neck. She looked up at the rumbling dark sky. It began to pour. Sophie clung to what little shelter could find at the side of the building. She took out her phone and tried to call Gwyneth, only to find that her screen had shattered completely from when she tripped. She looked around for a Warden but found none. She yanked out her earbuds and angrily threw them into her bag in frustration. Pathetically faint music leaked out of them. She leaned against the wall and sunk until she was sitting with her knees to her chest.

Despite its claims to security, the reality is that the school can’t keep everyone safe. With the majority of students coming from wealthy backgrounds, treating one too harshly could lead to the parents withdrawing their donations. Without those funds, the school would cease to function- something the academy avoided at all costs. As such, there was an unwritten rule that the wealthier the family, the more lenient the punishment. Though many students did not take advantage of this reality, after all attending the academy was a privilege. All except for Eva. Nobody really knows why, but the school would turn a blind eye to her many misdeeds. Some speculated that it was due to her role as one of the academy’s star athletes, others thought that she was secretly related to the headmaster. Regardless of the rumors, the reality was that she was cruel, spiteful, and above all, manipulative. She made a habit of harassing students that had unfortunately drawn her attention. Whether it be through blackmail, harassment, or slander, she would abuse her victim until they were forced to do whatever she wanted. No matter how much students tried to retaliate she always seemed to have the upper hand and the academy would turn the other way. As a result she had gained an infamous reputation amongst the freshmen and sophomores as someone to be avoided at all costs. Unfortunately for Sophie, Eva seemed to be obsessed with making her time at the academy as miserable as possible. Eva’s persistence was so overwhelming that Sophie ended up being isolated from the rest of her class out of fear of Eva alone. The only person brave enough to still talk to her was her closest friend Gwyneth. She did her best to make sure that Sophie was rarely alone and felt safe. However, even that backfired. Eva had somehow managed to take a photo of Gwyneth that would lead to her expulsion if revealed to the public. Ever since then, Eva has hung that threat over Sophie’s head and she couldn’t let anything happen to her best friend. As such, Sophie felt so alone. She felt as if she was left to fend for herself against the clutches of a monster.

Sophie pressed her face against her knees, frustration weighing at her heart, and began to cry. Harsh winds began to pick up and slam waves of rain against her. Sophie took a shaky deep breath and slowly rose to her feet. She looked at her surroundings to try to find better shelter. Her gaze eventually lingered on the auditorium. She choked down a cough before grabbing her bag and heading towards the unfinished building.

. . .

The outside of the auditorium was a mix of moldy wood and peeling paint. Its towering size gave it the imposing essence of a Victorian mansion. Overgrown vines and unkept leaves dressed the entirety it’s walls. Sophie steeled herself as she approached the entrance. She stopped under a small awning that hung over the front doors where no rain seemed to fall. Lightning followed by thunder struck as she gripped her rain soaked skirt and wrung out the excess water. She shivered from the cold as she dried herself the best she could. When she finished, she leaned against the door.

“The dorms open up at 6 am, I’ll be able to get my ID back then,” She thought to herself as she stared at the hole riddled awning. “Maybe father will buy me a new phone, it was pretty old anyways.”

She grabbed her wrist and felt for her bracelet, her only reminder of warmth. A wave of sadness surged through her.

“Mom, Dad, I want to go back home,” She whispered to herself.

Chills spread out through her entire body as the door she braced herself against suddenly flung open with a sharp clang. She regained her balance and turned around. The door’s handle laid on the floor completely broken. The darkness of the auditorium greeted her with a gust of musty, but warm, air. She took a step back only to have the freezing rain fall on the back of her neck. Sophie looked at the entrance with an uneasy face. After a few moments she hesitantly walked in.

The building was much larger than it appeared. A few work-lights left turned on lit the auditorium with sheets of inconsistent light. Door frames to rooms that were used for the construction’s storage lined the walkways. The long hallways on either side of Sophie curved out of view. In front of her sat two large doors. She pushed the heavy doors open and stepped inside. She found herself in the academy’s theater. Rows of weathered red fabric seats stepped down into the center stage. The stage’s walnut flooring was scuffed from years of use and subsequent neglect. Two large maroon curtains blocked the view to the backstage. A small podium sat at the front of it, its paint flaking off to the bare wood. She climbed onto the stage, its visage faintly lit by the work-lights that peered through the half opened doors.

Sophie stared at the seats in a silent awe. She imagined what the theater would look like if it were full of people and wondered why the academy refused to finish renovations. As she pondered, her gaze lowered to the podium. Her eyes narrowed. Faint scratches lined the bottom of it. She wiped a layer of dust off with her hand and revealed a string of faintly recognizable letters.

“Save me?” Sophie slowly read out loud.

“Heard.” A breathy and raspy voice that stretched out every syllable echoed through the theater. “You.”

The doors slammed shut, snuffing out the work-lights and leaving her in complete darkness.

“W-Who’s there?” Sophie stammered.

A bittersweet melody of hums snaked through the dark and into Sophie’s ears in reply.

“Show y-yourself,” Fear gripped at her heart, she clutched her school bag ready to swing it whatever was lurking in the darkness.

“Heard,” The voice repeated, this time more strained. “You.”

“T-This isn’t f-funny, please stop!” She said with a slight whimper.

“Save. You. You. Want. Me. To. Save...” The voice called from behind her causing her to jump in fear.

She swung her schoolbag wildly but it collided against nothing.

“Go. Somewhere. Safe. You. Want. To. Go. Somewhere. Safe. Somewhere. Home...” The voice grew louder.

“Stay away…” She said silently.

Her breaths grew frantic. An overwhelming dread welled in her gut. Panic coursed through her entire body.

“I. Can. Help.” The voice whispered.

A raspy strand of flesh wrapped around her feet before she could react. Her horrified scream was cut short as another strand that gagged her mouth shut. More and more threads wrapped around her body until she was stuck in an airtight cage. She shrieked in muffled terror as she was yanked behind the curtains. Lightning flashed illuminating the theater in a pang of white before decaying back into darkness. Silence followed. The night continued as normal as a stormy night could. Though a few freshmen swore that they heard strange noises coming from the old auditorium that night. Screams of struggles, pleads for help, and a blood curdling shriek to name a few. Of course nobody took it too seriously. It was just a rumor after all.

#oc #ow #writing #mystery #thriller #horror #anime inspired #female protagonist #heartfelt #cw bullying #First time using tumblr and writing online please be patient C:

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particularemu · 4 years

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Goose Down | A Hwang Hyunjin Scenario

Word Count: 2013

Type: Smut

Warnings: Sickeningly sweet, might give you a toothache.

Author’s Note: I saw a post on Tumblr a while back (I can’t find it to save my life) and started craving some playful smut with Hyunjin. So here we are :3

There’s nothing quite like having sex with the person you love the most — ESPECIALLY if that someone was as much of a crackhead as you are. Hwang Hyunjin was the perfect mixture of playful and sexy in bed, and you adored every moment you had when you were pressed against his body.

“Hyunjin quit doing that! You’re tickling me!” You giggled as Hyunjin brushed his fingertips across your ribs just so. The feather-light sensation sent you into a fit of giggles as your almost-bare body lurched away from his touch.

“What? I’m not doing anything.” He smiled before pressing his lips to yours, the soft sweet kiss taking over the playful mood. You could feel his hand travel up your body, worshipping every dip and curve you had to offer.

Then the little shit tickled your sides again.

Hyunjin straddled your hips, preventing you from escaping his torturous touches as both hands attacked your sides. He couldn’t help but giggle with you as you pushed at his hands, trying to get him to stop the attack.

You reached behind you, grabbing the nearest pillow and chucking it at his head, laughing when he fell back and groaned in anguish. That boy and his dramatics.

“Stop tickling me.” You warned, pointing a finger in his direction — as if that would intimidate the tall boy who was, in fact, dramatically stronger than you.

“I wasn’t. I swear! I was just loving you.” He giggled, raising his hands in surrender as a dorky grin took over his features. God that boy was beautiful — especially when he was naked.

Hyunjin crawled up the bed and hooked his arms around your thighs, pulling your core towards his face. “I can make it up to you?”

“Why are you making it up to me if you weren’t doing anything?” you asked in a mocking tone.

“Oh hush.” Hyunjin reached up and tore your lace underwear off your body, turning you on far more than you’d care to admit.

“Hey! Those are expensive!” You smacked at his shoulders, making the tall boy giggle.

“I’ll buy you some more.” He hooked his arms around your thighs once more.

“It’s the principal. You can’t just tear through every pair of underwear I own when you’re horny.” You scolded the boy. “It only takes two seconds to pull them —”

Your rant was cut off by a moan when Hyunjin dove into your folds — his talented tongue making you shut up and forget all about the incident. He slurped at your core, making you giggle a bit.

“That sounds so gross.” You laughed as Hyunjin giggled against your folds.

Hyunjin had to pull back to regain his composure, hand wiping his mouth as his laughter died down. “Can you stop with the commentary? I’m trying to make you cum.” He smiled when you reached for him, a small pout on your lips.

“I’m sorry. Please continue.” You gestured towards your crotch, making Hyunjin chuckle.

“Seriously?” He raised his eyebrow.

“Seriously.”

“I don’t know if I want to anymore.” Hyunjin laughed when you threw another pillow at him.

“Hyunjin please! Please please please go down on me.” You whined. “I want your tongue. Please.” Your arousal was getting the best of you. You were dying to come undone on Hyunjin’s tongue.

That sad excuse for begging was enough to convince Hyunjin. He dove back into your folds, flattening his tongue across your clit, coaxing a moan from your lips. Your hands darted to his hair, pulling him closer to your core as he sucked harshly.

“Fuck that feels good.” You bit your lower lip, hands tugging on Hyunjin’s ebony locks.

Hyunjin parted from your core, smirking a bit. “See? I’m good at something.”

You chuckled. “You’re good at a lot of things. Please go back between my thighs.” You pleaded, running your hands through his hair.

“I don’t know. You’re kind of being a brat.” Hyunjin laughed and sat up, making you glare at him.

“Are you kidding me? Again?” You mumbled before chucking a pillow at his head.

“Why do you keep hitting me?” Hyunjin giggled.

“Why are you being an ass?” You replied, a pout forming on your lips as you leaned back and groaned.

Hyunjin chuckled before resting between your thighs, tongue dancing around the area you wanted to be touched most. He nipped and sucked at your thighs, leaving light purple bruises here and there as he traveled to your core.

You tightened your grip on his hair, tugging lightly. “Why are you being a little shit today?”

“I could ask you the same.” He laughed before diving into your folds once more, tongue rolling around your clit. The sounds of him sucking on your clit echoed in the room as you moaned. Your back arched as you tugged on his hair, longing to keep him working on your folds, but the asshole pulled away once more.

“Hyunjin, I will withhold sex for a fucking month if you do that again.” You threatened.

“No you wouldn’t. You’re too horny for me.” Hyunjin smirked as he lined himself up with your core, moaning at the much-needed stimulation.

Your sexual frustration was immediately replaced with desire as he rubbed his tip along your slit, gathering your juices. Hyunjin couldn’t stop the moan that escaped his lips as he slowly slid into you, cock twitching when your walls tightened around him.

Hyunjin grabbed onto your hips, giving him leverage as he thrust into your core, hitting all the right spots. He was just as needy as you were. His eyes clenched shut as he set a quick pace, cock ramming into you sending you into a blissful state of pleasure.

Hyunjin accidentally pulled out a little too far, cock slipping out of your heat and missing your core when he tried to thrust back in. The two of you looked at each other with wide eyes before bursting into a fit of giggles. “Oh my god this is embarrassing.” He laughed as he lined himself up again, thrusting back into you.

This time he leaned forward, lowering his body against yours before he started to rock his hips. Your hands rested on his cheeks, pulling him closer for a kiss, until the two of you knocked noses.

Hyunjin chuckled and tilted his head, giving you a better angle to kiss him. After one particularly hard thrust, you both leaned forward too much, knocking your teeth together, leaving you both a giggly mess.

“We suck at this.” You laughed, running your hands through his soft hair.

“No.” Hyunjin smiled. “We’ve gotten so good that we can make mistakes and not let it ruin the moment.” He kissed your nose.

“I love moments like these.” You confessed, wrapping your legs around his hips.

Hyunjin continued rocking into you, lips trailing sweet kisses up your neck. “You like it when we knock our teeth together?”

“No.” You giggled and tilted his chin up, forcing him to look at you. “I love silly, romantic moments like these. I love being close to you.” You paused, trying to figure out what you were trying to say. “Wow I suck at words.”

“No.” Hyunjin smiled and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “I get what you’re trying to say. I love moments like these too.”

Hyunjin picked up the pace, rolling his body against yours, coaxing a moan from your lips. You could feel every inch of him as he slid within you, cock hitting your g-spot with each roll of his hips. Hyunjin pressed kisses along your neck, sucking lightly on the soft skin to mark you as his.

Your hands traveled along his body, until you reached his hips, hands resting on the soft skin as he rocked into you. You moaned, hands traveling further, until you grabbed his ass, making the tall boy snort.

Hyunjin completely collapsed onto you, laughing loudly into your neck as your face flushed red. “Did you just?”

“Hey!” You swat at his shoulder. “Don’t laugh at me. You do it to me all the time.” You pouted. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”

Hyunjin’s shoulders shook as he laughed into your chest. “I just wasn’t expecting that.” His giggles died down as he lifted himself up to hover over you. “I don’t mind.”

“Can you please just hurry up and make me cum?” You whined. “You’ve stopped like 8 times tonight. I need you baby please.” You wrapped your legs around his hips once more, a needy whine escaping your lips as his cock shifted within you.

“Alright sweetheart.” Hyunjin started to thrust into you again, setting a much quicker pace to make up for all the pausing throughout the night. You moaned and reached for his hand, smiling when he threaded his fingers between yours. He squeezed your hand before reaching between your bodies, brushing his fingers between your folds to stimulate your clit.

Your back arched off the bed, making the tall boy chuckle as he continued to rock his hips against yours. You were so close, and you could tell he was too. Hyunjin’s brow creased, eyes clenching shut as he tried to hold off his orgasm long enough for you to reach your high. The way your walls closed around him, sent him over the edge. He came with a loud moan, hand stopping all movements against you.

You swat his hand away and tried to rub yourself to your orgasm, but it faded quickly. Hyunjin pulled out and dove between your folds, sucking harshly while he rammed three fingers into your core, pumping them quickly. He curled his fingers just so, sending you straight into an intense orgasm. Your back arched off the bed as you came on his tongue, making the boy moan against you as he slurped the mixture of his and your release off your core.

Hyunjin pulled away from you and collapsed next to you, pulling your body flush against his. Aftercare with Hyunjin was always super sweet, and it constantly reminded you that he truly did love you. You’ve heard stories of your friend’s boyfriend just rolling over and passing out. Hyunjin wouldn’t dream of doing that.

Hyunjin once told you that sex always made him feel incredibly loved, so he always feels the need to take care of you once it’s over. He wants to show you how much he loves those vulnerable moments by making sure you’re taken care of. Your heart practically pounced out of your chest at his confession. He really was too sweet.

“Do you want to take a bath? Or we could shower? Or snack?” Hyunjin’s voice sounded tired.

“Just stay here.” You wrapped your arms and legs around the boy, forcing him to stay in your embrace.

“Let me up so I can at least wipe you off.” Hyunjin moved to get up, but you merely held onto him tighter.

“No. Stay here. It’s fine.” You mumbled against his skin.

“Baby?”

“Yeah?”

“Please let me clean you up. I can feel cum dripping onto my leg.”

You released your hold on the boy and laughed, wiping up the small amount of cum that escaped your core onto his thigh. “Fine.” You broke, giggling at the boy as he rushed to the bathroom to grab a washcloth.

He hurried over to your side and cleaned you up, kissing you on the nose before tossing the washcloth into the laundry basket. You held your arms out to him, smiling when he fell into them, allowing you to hold him close.

“You take such good care of me.” You kissed his forehead.

“I try.” He chuckled and leaned further into your touch. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” You ran your fingers through his hair, helping the ebony-haired boy drift off to sleep. You felt an overwhelming amount of love for Hyunjin at that moment — even more so when you heard the words he mumbled next.

“You are my whole world.”

You smiled and kissed him on the forehead. “And you’re mine.”

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strangeinternetwasteland · 3 years

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Shattered Reality- Chapter 4

A/N: This chapter is short compared to the others due to the mental strain I had to go through to get this one out. I am sorry

Warnings: PTSD, or Psychological trauma, Swearing, Fluff

Word Count: 2.8k

Darkness. It consumed everything. It was heavy. It was hard to breathe. When you had opened your eyes that’s all you saw. The silence of the world was deafening. You felt pressure at your throat and a hand squeezing you. This was the first thing you remembered. You wanted to fight it off, you wanted to run, but you laid there paralyzed with fear. The flash of murder in those cold eyes. All you could do is give up and let him win. Guilt wracked your body, the tears came too quickly. Geto was going to kill you, and all you could do is stay and not fight anymore. You didn’t feel the need to fight this. Your body was numb, and cold.

Maybe you were already dead. He had come to give you the ending you deserved, dying alone with no one to care for you in the end. It wasn’t like you were ever cared for to begin with. It was too late to save you. You were his next victim, and probably not his last. Your body was shaking with the cold anger. You didn’t want to die like this, not really. You didn’t want to succumb to him. You tried to fight back the terrible thoughts in your mind. Your world was falling apart. It all was piling on you so quickly, the fragility of your reality. A horrendous and heartbreaking scream erupted from your throat, it echoed in the room. It was the last thing you remember actually feeling before giving into the void of the room.

The scream was terrible, and haunting. It was full of pain, and held so much raw emotion. Gojo dropped his phone and sprinted down the hallway. ‘I shouldn’t have left her alone in there’ he thought. He slowed to a fast walk out just outside the door. He listened for sounds from within the room. When he didn’t hear any he pushed the door open gently, and listened to see if you were still breathing. He heard the faintest exhale, and walked into the room. Your breathing was uneven. It seemed surreal that only a moment ago, you screamed in agony. It wasn’t like he didn’t understand the emotions behind what you were feeling.

He crouched down next to bed trying to see your face, in the dim light that shone from the hallway. He reached a hand out to your face and brushed away a few hair strands from your face. You looked angelic and he felt a pang of guilt for bringing you into this hell. His world was not for you. The weight of the lies he told over the years weighed heavy on you. How many would he have to tell you? How honest could he really be with you?

You stirred at the contact, the touch was soft, and foreign. Gojo went completely still . He didn’t want to awake you, but also he didn’t want to alarm you.

“Y/N. You’re safe here. I am sorry for everything. I’ll make everything better.” Gojo whispered into your ear. You reached your arms out toward him. He softly chuckled.

“You need your rest, babe.” Gojo told you with the softest hint of a whine.

“Please stay. I don’t want to be alone.” You told him. Again, another soft chuckle emerged from Gojo.

“I’ll stay until you fall asleep.” He murmured to you.

Gojo walked around the bed and slipped under the covers next to you. You scooted your back against him. He shifted himself so that he could put his arm underneath your head and play with your hair. Gojo felt you relax, and he couldn’t help but smile.

“Thank you, Gojo.” You murmured sleepily. You felt your eyes drooping down. The last thing you remembered before falling into a peaceful slumber was Gojo’s cologne. Something you’d love to get used to.

Geto couldn’t believe what he’d done. He’d let his anger get the best of them. The squeal of the tires as Gojo left with Y/N haunted Geto. ‘Y/N shouldn’t forgive me for this’ he thought. No one around thought twice of the interaction between Gojo and Geto, just another fight over a girl. Geto gathered his thoughts and left. When he was overreacting at times like this, normally Gojo would talk Geto down. This time though a long drive would be his remedy. Gojo left with a girl that Geto liked. At least, that was what he thought. The more he dwelled on it, Geto didn’t actually like Y/N. Geto liked her innocence, how unaware she was to what was actually happening around her. She was easily influenced and manipulated. In the end it didn’t matter. He’d give her an apology, and pretend it didn’t happen. If she brought it up, he could just dispose of her like he always did. By the time Geto had gotten back home the sun had already risen and was feeling at peace with himself.

“I don’t fucking need you.” Geto said to himself.

When you began to actually wake up, the terror from the night before had ebbed a bit. You felt a heaviness around your waist, and a warm breath upon the back of your neck. You looked down to find an unfamiliar arm around you. You slowly tried to remove the arm off your waist without waking the other sleeping body. As you slipped out from under the covers, the arms pulled you in closer.

“Don’t go. It’s too early.” A muffled voice spoke. You froze, you knew that sleep ladened voice. You turned over to face him.

“Good morning, handsome.” You smiled and decided to tease him a bit. Although, he was handsome to you. He inched closer to you and placed a kiss on your forehead. Your face turned bright red. He chuckled, flung the blankets off of him toward you, and stretched. He walked out of the room and with him your common sense.

You stretched your arms over your head while laying in bed, and grabbed your phone, which was on the nightstand next to the bed. You looked at it, and saw 5 missed phone calls from your boss. You groaned. You missed your shift today. You never missed work. You knew you’d have to call him back. You grabbed your phone, and walked down the unfamiliar hallway. You weren’t sure where Gojo would’ve gone to. Ask you walked down the hall, you saw the walls were dotted with photographs of Gojo’s past. A Beautiful woman holding a baby Gojo, you assumed was his mother. Another photo of a man who looked similar to Gojo did now, holding a young version of himself. You smiled at the sweet moments forever captured in time. Something you wished you had growing up.

You heard the sound of pots and pans being moved, and found Gojo in the kitchen. He looked a bit awkward bent over with his long legs searching under the countertops. You heard him mumble something under his breath. He gave up after a moment, and went to the fridge. Whatever he was looking for, he didn’t find it.

“Can I help you with something?” You asked him.

“No, I thought I had bought food, but I didn’t. Let’s go have some lunch.” He suggested.

“I am disgusting, I need to shower, change, and brush my teeth.” You said aloud, without actually intending to let him hear you.

“I have a shower, and a toothbrush. I think I have some clothes that would fit you. Kioko has spent many nights here. This is a Geto-free place.” He assured you. “I could use a shower myself. Let me show you to the best shower in the house, you definitely deserve it.” He added.

You followed him as he went down another hallway. At the end was a door he pushed open, and revealed a huge room. The room was minimalistic in style, everything was black and white. He opened a draw on a tall dresser, and rifled through it. He closed that one, and opened the next one.

“Okay, yeah, everything in this drawer is Kioko’s things she’s ever left here. Honestly, this whole dresser is mostly her stuff. Help yourself to anything, I dont think she even knows what she has.” He admitted to you. He walked a little farther, and opened another door. “This is the bathroom. The towels are fresh. Take as much time as you need. If I am correct, Kioko left some shampoo and conditioner here last time. She said ‘I don’t like the shit you use. You need conditioner for all that hair.’ Anyways, We can eat afterwards.” He ruffled your hair and left you alone.

When you walked into the bathroom your jaw dropped. It was immaculate. There was a jacuzzi, that you desperately wanted to try out, but this wasn’t your home. The shower was huge and had a waterfall shower head, with massaging jets. Just looking at this bathroom made you want to move in permanently. You shook that thought from your mind. As you walked across the bathroom to start the shower, you saw your reflection in the mirror. There was light purple bruising around your throat. It would turn darker over the next few days. You couldn’t go out looking like this. You couldn’t work. You couldn't use make-up to fix or cover this up. You felt your eyes burning, and tears threatening to fall.

You turned away from the mirror and started the shower. Normally, you wouldn’t go snooping around in anyone’s house, but you desperately wanted to brush your teeth. While going through the drawers, and cabinets, you found out very little about Gojo. Other than, thank to Kioko, womanly products, there wasn’t very much. He was a practical man with the first aid supplies, at least. You did find mouthwash and hopefully that would be enough for now.

You took your time in the shower relaxing in the warm water, you let it all out under the water. Every emotion spilled out of you. It came out and wouldn’t stop. You never were this weak before, how could you be so weak now? You were humiliated by all of this. You were grateful for Gojo though. Your mind was so mixed up and you couldn’t think straight. If you are truly honest, you wanted to give up. All of it, you could alway just pack up and leave. Your mind fought against itself. As you continued the internal mental fight with yourself, you washed your hair, and body. You turned the shower and grabbed a towel for your body. You grabbed a second towel for your head, they were so fluffy, soft and thick compared to the thin, worn down towels you owned. Everything was so luxurious. You decided to walk out to the bedroom to grab some clothes to change into.

When you walked out you were face to face with an almost naked Gojo. He wore a towel around his hips that hung dangerously low, and looked as if it would fall off if a slight breeze hit it. Your eyes scanned his body once again. Taking in all his tattoos, and because you were closer than last time, you noticed a few scars he’d managed to have collected over the years. You yearned to touch him, feel him, make sure that this wasn’t some sort of fucked up nightmare.

“Oh! I will be out of here in a second.” He grabbed a few items and left immediately. He couldn’t help getting a little flustered. He didn’t think he’d get caught, since you had taken a while in the shower. Not that he could blame you. He could blame himself though, which he did.

After Gojo left, you quickly rushed to get clothes, unsure if, and when he’d come back into the room. It was his room after all. After grabbing a plain red t shirt, and a maxi skirt you dressed walked out with your towels in hand.

“Gojo, I wasn’t sure where you wanted me to put these towels. I didn’t see a laundry basket anywhere.” You slightly yelled, unsure of where he was exactly. He came out from one of the doors you had passed earlier. Wearing jeans that accentuated his butt perfectly, and a t- shirt where tattoos peeked out from underneath, your mouth watered at this sight. Gojo took the towels from you and tossed them through a door.

He came back to you and looked at your neck. He gingerly touched the bruise that was forming, and clucked his tongue. A frown appeared across his face.

“Stupid Fuck.” He muttered under his breath as he continued to examine you.

“Gojo. I am sorry. Thank you for all your hospitality, and for wanting to pay for food, but I don’t feel comfortable with going out like this. I don’t want anyone to ask questions, and I don’t want to-” Gojo kissed you stopping whatever thoughts you had. It was over as quickly as it started and left you reeling.

“I understand. I’ll take care of everything. I’ll be back in a bit. Make yourself at home.” He assured you. He grabbed his keys, and left. You decided that you’d go explore his penthouse. You searched all the rooms in the hallway closest to the room you stayed in. You found another bathroom which was large, but not as spectacular as Gojo’s. On the other side of a door was another room, and behind the last door was a large linen closet. The kitchen which opened up to the large living room had a wonderful bird’s eye view of the city. The hallway that contained Gojo’s bedroom had an office and another room with a locked door. Although you were curious as to what was behind the door, you didn’t want to snoop anymore than you already had.

You sat back down on the overstuffed couch that was in the living room, and decided to watch tv. You switched through what seemed like millions of channels, and finally settled on a romantic comedy that was popular in your middle school years. It was about an hour into the movie when Gojo returned.

“Sorry, It took longer than I expected. I tried to text you asking you what you wanted, but you never responded. So I hope I got something you like.” He said putting the food down. Your eyes widened, you forgot your phone in the room, and intended to call your boss back. You sprinted to the room and grabbed your phone. You walked back to the kitchen.

“Sorry, Gojo, I need a minute. I have to call my boss back.” You told him. He leaned over the counter and put his head in his hands while smiling at you. You gave him a look of curiosity.

“Oh, yeah. I talked to your boss. He said you don’t need to work for the rest of the week.” He told you with the cheesiest smile on his face like he was doing you a big favor.

“Thanks, but you know, I need to make money.” You told him with annoyance.

“Well, I guess it’s a good thing he agreed to pay you for your time off.” He said nonchalantly.

Your mouth dropped open, you were about to question him about how he’d manage to do that, since your boss was a hard ass and would never pay anyone for time off unless it was earned. The shrill scream of your phone prevented you from doing that. You picked up your phone.

“Hi, Yes. This is Y/N.” You answered. A quiet moment passed between you and the person on the other line. Your throat tightened and your mouth went dry. You waited a moment before speaking again. Tears were threatening to fall.

“Did- Is- Is everyone okay?” You asked, your voice quite shaky. You were assured that everyone was safe and accounted for, but to get to your apartment as quickly as possible. You looked at Gojo.

“I- We- Fi- Apartment,” was all you could manage to say. Gojo looked at you with concern. He came and wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace, while rubbing your back. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“I need to go to my apartment. There was a fire.” You managed to finally say before breaking down.

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vannahfanfics · 3 years

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I’ve Got These Scars, But I Think They’re Pretty

Category: Angst, General Fluff

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Characters: Dabi

Additional Tags: Role Swap AU

The bright white waiting room hummed with hushed conversations of waiting patients, worried family, and chatting nurses. Dabi sat hunched in a chair, leg bouncing and hands clasped tight, but not because he was awaiting treatment. His aquamarine eyes scanned the room to observe the comings and goings, the brightly-colored spandex suits and the fluttering capes as the local heroes made their rounds visiting the various tenants of the pediatric intensive care ward.

By all rights, Dabi should be among them— but he didn’t exactly fit the mold of hero , even if he was a member of a bonafide agency. With a quiet sigh, he sat up to observe the dark purple scars and silver staples adorning his marred skin. No, children shrieked and cried at the sight of him and his scarred body. He’d only undo the optimism the other heroes were instilling in the ailing children if he strutted around pretending like he wasn’t some kind of patchwork monster.

Sighing heavily, Dabi leaned forward to cradle his head in his hands.

It was times like this that he loathed his father the most. So easily, Dabi could have turned to the path of vengeance and brought retribution in the form of a fiery inferno, but he hadn’t. He’d persevered; he’d endured the trauma and abuse and his own goddamn skin melting off his bones as he lived in his own circle of Hell until Shoto came around. He’d overcome all the urges and temptations to become a hero— but he still couldn’t be normal . They always wondered in the back of their minds if he was unhinged or a villain spy because of these scars he was forced to bear.

Dabi clenched his teeth and curled his fingers into his hair, fingernails scoring into his scalp as he struggled to reign his volatile emotions back in. Oh, how he hated Endeavor, but he hated himself more for slipping back into these spirals of thought time and time again. Frustrated tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as he seethed in self-loathing and resentment and struggled not to let the negative feelings swallow him whole.

I shouldn’t be here.

“Hey, mister, are you here to get treatment?”

Dabi jerked up with a small gasp as a sweet little voice yanked him out of his depressive spiral. He blinked rapidly, his teary eyes blurring his vision into hazy watercolors for a few seconds, until the form of a small child materialized into view. Her eyes were bright and wide as she regarded him curiously, a half-eaten chocolate bar in one hand and the other bundled to her chest in a thick cast. Gauze covered two-thirds of her body, making her seem like a little baby mummy standing before him.

He straightened up in the chair and rubbed his sweaty palms across the fabric of his ripped jeans.

“Oh, um… No.”

“Are you visiting someone?” she asked, chomping down on the chocolate bar. Dabi grimaced slightly as she kept her stare fixed upon him while chewing open-mouthed on the sweet confection. It was a little unsettling, as he was so used to the wrong kind of stares; the little girl didn’t seem to register his scars at all, just gazing unblinkingly at him out of nothing but pure curiosity.

“Um… Sort of. I’m with the hero agency visiting today,” he explained. The girl cocked her head to the side with a slow blink.

“Then what’re you doin’ sittin’ out here? Are you tired?”

Somebody come get this kid! Dabi thought as he shifted uncomfortably. Though he’d deeply desired for a kid to be able to converse openly with him like this, now that it was happening, it was such a foreign sensation that it was deeply unnerving. He cleared his throat awkwardly and glanced around to find someone who could serve as a decent excuse. Unfortunately, all the heroes were busy in patient rooms— leaving Dabi to fend for himself.

“Look, kid, aren’t you supposed to be in a room somewhere?” he evaded. The little girl shrugged and took another bite of the chocolate. The piece broke off with a loud snap before she chewed avidly on it.

“Yeah, but I wanted some candy, so I took some of my allowance and went to one of the vending machines. I don’t remember what room I’m s’posed to be in, though, so now I’m lost.”

Dabi had to snicker at her completely emotionless analysis of the situation. The tyke reminded him of Shoto, almost, with that dispassionate disposition and monotone voice. Dabi’s head lolled on his neck as he took another look around. The nurses and doctors were nowhere to be found now, either. Well, he thought as he pushed himself out of the chair, I guess I should do the “heroic” thing and escort her back to her room.

“What’s your name, squirt?”

“Katsumi.”

“All right, Katsumi. Let’s go find your room, huh?” he said as he strode off. The girl obediently trotted to keep up, continuing to munch on her chocolate bar and smearing it a little across her lips. The ICU of the children’s hospital was the largest of the facility, so realistically, it could take a considerable amount of time for Dabi to find Katsumi’s room in the sea of beds. He slipped his hands in his pockets as he strolled along, icy blue eyes flicking between the name placards adorning the closed doors. Dabi was more than content to tread along in total silence, but the little girl— not so much.

“Hey, mister, where’d you get those scars?”

Dabi glanced down to see her gaping at the purple patchwork decorating the visible parts of his body. However, what startled him and stuttered his steps was the look on Katsumi’s face; rather than disgust, fascination adorned her features, and there was a strange sparkle in her eyes. He stood frozen as she tucked the chocolate bar under her armpit so she could run her fingers over the wrinkled, stitched skin of his forearm.

“They’re burn scars, aren’t they?”

Dabi’s expression softened as Katsumi’s eyes grew lidded. She ran her fingers over the marred areas a few more times, then reached back to claw at the bandages swathing half her body. “So when I’m all better, will I look like this?”

Dabi’s throat closed up as he felt the oddest sense of shame washing over him. I shouldn’t be here, he thought again. What was he supposed to say? What was he supposed to do as Katsumi studied his injuries and envisioned herself like him— barely held together by staples and prayers? He bit down on his lip as it grew hard to breathe, and once again, the hate began to well up inside of him, a geyser threatening to explode and arch into the sky in frightening brilliance.

“Your scars are so pretty.”

Dabi almost fell over.

“Do— do what ?” he cried as he looked down at her in shock. Katsumi gave him a sweet, innocent smile as if what she’d just uttered wasn’t insanely weird. She shyly rocked her hips back and forth as she placed her hand on his arm again.

“Purple is my favorite color!” she explained with a giddy laugh. Dabi’s face wasn’t sure what kind of expression to make, but it made something. He sagged in disbelief— and a whole lot of relief — as Katsumi continued to admire the disfigured skin painting his forearm. Her eyes were lidded again, but this time in a childlike hopefulness.

“That’s what happened to me, y’know. A house fire,” she said and raised her arm as much as she could in the cast. Dabi refrained from contradicting her; it was easier for her to believe something simple like a house fire and not years on years of pushing his Quirk beyond his body’s physical limits. “The nurses and doctors are all super nice, but… I hear them talking about how it’s such a shame that I’ll be scarred for life, a pretty girl like me.” When she looked back up at him, tears bubbled in her eyes before rolling down her plump cheeks, rosy with life and pain. “I’ll still be pretty even with these scars, right? Right ? Just because I have them, people can still love me, can’t they ?”

Dabi breathed sharply through his nose as he ran a hand through his dyed hair. Of all the things he’d thought would come of today, comforting a crying child in the middle of a hallway wasn’t one of them. Yet he couldn’t help but feel glad for it. This little girl echoed the same things he’d felt after his incident.

At least, unlike Dabi, Katsumi had someone to put her fears to rest.

“Of course they can,” he said as he crouched down. His coat brushed against the white tiled floor as he kneeled beside Katsumi and rested a hand atop her head to ruffle her hair. “If anything, the scars’ll make you even prettier. They’re a sign that you overcame everything and came out still standing, yeah?” Dabi was never the best with words, so he hoped that Katsumi understood.

She stared at him for a moment, still sniffling petulantly. However, little by little, a smile wormed its way onto her face.

“Really?”

Dabi’s smile broadened and gave her hair another ruffle, making her giggle.

“Really. Don’t listen to what those nurses say. Anybody who has any sense’ll know that those scars don’t make you anything less.”

“Thanks, mister,” she preened, and Dabi swore the smile she gave him was brighter than the sun itself. As he stood, she lunged forward to take his hand and lace their fingers, still probably feeling a little emotionally vulnerable. Dabi didn’t make any move to rebuke her, only tugged on her slim arm so they could resume walking down the hall. Soon she was swinging his arm back and forth as she pranced along, much more animated and happy that she had been previously.

Dabi felt a sense of pride welling up inside him, knowing that just a few words of encouragement had illuminated Katsumi so brightly.

Suddenly, he was very glad he came.

Eventually, they located Katsumi’s room. The nurse nearly bowled Dabi over when they meandered up, screeching at him about kidnapping and not listening to a damn word he had to say. Though Katsumi brightly attempted to explain that Dabi was a kind hero who had led her back, the nurse was about to call the authorities on him until Hawks sauntered up and slapped his gloved hands on Dabi’s shoulders to give her a brilliant grin.

“It seems there’s been a big understanding. Ma’am, this is one of the heroes working at my agency, so I would appreciate it if you didn’t call the authorities on him.”

The nurse dropped the phone with a series of confused sputters, pointing at Dabi as if that was all the evidence she needed. Dabi sagged into the bird-man’s grip, irritation bubbling up inside him. For a moment, he had forgotten how much of a ruffian he looked to the general populace. Hawks continued to diffuse the situation with practiced grace.

“I know he looks like a thug, but I promise, Dabi here is a bonafide hero! He even brought your little lost dove back, yeah~?”

“Yep! We had a great talk,” Katsumi chirped as she clambered back into her hospital bed. She finally remembered her chocolate bar and removed it from her armpit, frowning when she discovered that it was half-melted and squished. After scrutinizing it for a moment, she shrugged and chomped down on it. Dabi smirked as he watched her, very entertained.

Hawks’ honeyed words had placated the nurse, who begrudgingly offered Dabi a half-hearted and wary apology. He shrugged her off and walked over to Katsumi, who was enjoying the remains of her chocolate bar.

“All right, squirt. I’m off. Got lots of important hero business to attend to and all.”

“Will you come back and see me?” she asked, looking up at him with a chocolate-smeared pout. Dabi snorted and pushed her head a little, making her laugh giddily.

“Of course. I’ll see ya next week.”

“Okay! Bring some chocolate bars!”

“You got it,” he waved as he strolled out of the hospital room. Hawks followed suit after cheerfully bidding farewell to the nurse. They both sighed deeply as he closed the door behind him.

“Well,” Hawks smiled as he strode up beside Dabi and nudged him with an elbow. “Lookit you, gettin’ friendly with the kiddos. I didn’t know you had it in ya, Dabs.”

“Shut up, you great big chicken wing,” Dabi growled and flashed him a scowl. Hawks laughed good-naturedly, feathers ruffling in mirth.

“Oh, come on now! It’s progress!” Hawks insisted. Dabi left him standing there with his arms held up like the great big winged moron he was. Hawks pouted and whined after him, but he continued off to the vending machines, suddenly craving chocolate. As the wrapped candy bar thunked down into the receptacle and he leaned down to retrieve it, a serene smile decorated his face as he caught the reflection of his scars in the glass.

“Yeah, I’ve got scars, but I think they’re pretty!” He could just hear Katsumi bleating to the ignorant nurses. As he straightened back up with the chocolate bar in hand, he rolled up the long sleeves of his coat, exposing more of the purple patchwork skin to the cold air of the hospital.

“Yeah. Me too, kid.”

As he walked out of the hospital into the sunshine, he glanced up at the sky and smiled.

I’m glad I came.

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#dabi #touya todoroki #my hero academia #mha #boku no hero academia #bnha

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jojo-reader-hell · 4 years

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hneheheheheh,,, this might be a tough request, but how abt Melone w an asexual s/o? (my asexuality is that I have extremely low libido and hardly feel any pleasure from "sexual" things. I don't require sex and can go without it forever if needed. sorry if that's tmi)

OH BOY WILL I DO THIS YES I WILL HOLY FUCK I LOVE MELONE. Also, I love the idea of someone completely loving who their partner is without question, so this one really made me dig into my “YEAH! LET’S GET EMPOWERED!” love of relationships!

“Hello amo, have you had your water today?”

You can’t face your boyfriend and opt guiltily to look at the full water bottle that’s been sitting on your nightstand for the better part of the day. Lately Melone has been on this kick of trying to get you to drink more water, to take care of yourself, hovering over you when you plop into bed too exhausted to move because he wants you to brush your teeth. As much as you try to please him, you just have a lot of other things on your mind...

It’s like, why take care of yourself if he only thinks it’s going to fix you?

“Wah... you haven’t even touched it!” He sulks, picking it up in all its pink glory as he looks at the lukewarm liquid.

“What have you been drinking today?” He asks softly.

“... espresso.”

“Yeah? Or did you have a latte, did you baby? With blonde ristretto shots? Breve? And...”

He sniffs you, making you grimace and back away from him.

“... SIXTEEN pumps of vanilla?!” He whines.

“N-no I didn’t!” You lie, “I only got five pumps, I swear!”

Melone sounds and looks like a kicked puppy, even dropping to the ground and crawling on his hands and knees toward you like an animal where he proceeds to lay his head in the lap of your oversized pastel purple overalls. He begins to toy with the white buttons, whimpers continuing as his hands ghost over your leg.

“Why do you like to poison yourself with sugar like that baby?” He groans, like he’s in agony. “You’re dehydrated, you don’t sleep, you don’t take care of yourself... not even when I buy you such pretty water bottles with your bunny stickers, or even when I promise you new clothes... I need to know why, why do you enjoy torturing your lover like this?”

The way he looks at you makes your stomach turn, and you wonder if you should say it out loud. You know he won’t stop pestering unless you say it, but the entire future of your relationship depends on this... you already decided: if he can’t accept who you are without trying to change you and disrespecting how you feel, you’re going to leave him. That’s why you had the breve today. You needed some sweet to counteract the potential sour. You’ve been coloring at your desk trying to relieve your tension, but the markers and the colored pencils he bought you kept bleeding into the ink of your pen and nothing helped at all. So you sat there miserable, wondering all these different scenarios and feeling sick to your stomach.

“Melone...”

“Please tell me baby? How can I make it better?”

“Melone... are you trying to change my lifestyle because I won’t have sex with you?”

You’re not sure what to do about the visceral shock that hits him when you ask him point blank about his intentions. He short circuits for a minute, something only you have the ability to accomplish. But then you notice his face contort into sadness. His gloved hands snake up to your chest as he pulls you violently up by the overalls.

“Dio mio!” Melone cries, and it makes you wince to hear anything other than his usual ‘di molto’, “H-how could you say that? Do you really think I’m that much of a monster?! Didn’t I tell you... how many times do I have to tell you that I accept you?! A thousand? A million? Pick one that I might get started!”

“Melone do you blame me?!” You cry back at him, trying to wriggle out of his strong grip, “You start all this shit after I tell you I just don’t feel such things, and all the questions you kept asking me if I was sure... What the fuck?! You keep buying me cute plates and baby silverware to eat my veggies like I’m fucking five years old! You bought me that stupid fucking water bottle and put all those stickers on it like I need something sparkly to distract me! When you’re not seeming like you’re trying to fix me, you’re trying to insult me by making me out to be a baby! Just because I don’t want sex doesn’t mean I’m any less of an adult than you are!”

“Amo... I bought you those things because I just thought you’d like the color, and the size. You like miniatures and bunnies and pastels... you have since you joined!”

Melone’s soft accusatory voice hits you like a freight train, and you’re suddenly up shit creak. You realize that yeah, you did like pastel colors before you told him what you kept secret from everyone else. You kept a lot of things in, things you only mentioned to Melone because you trusted him. You told him you always admired girls who wore pastel colors, because you didn’t think anything pretty or cute looked good on you, and you never had money to invest in an aesthetic. You wore tattered clothes when you first joined Passione, and you confessed to Melone that you had a lot of days where your father would put you down because of the way you looked. Melone responded by spoiling you with your pastel overalls and pretty shirts and frilly socks, even painstakingly making barrettes and hair clips by hand and supergluing the charms on them so you had something cute to pin your clothes and hair up with. He even dyed the laces on your sneakers when you wanted different soft colors. You mentioned one time that you never had a particular doll, a Kewpie, because your mother couldn’t afford to get you one. Next day Melone woke you up and presented you with what he called “your new baby”, and even bought all the accessories for your doll much to your serendipitous delight. Even one time you remembered before telling Melone about your asexuality, you told him that you envied kids and their colorful dinnerware, while adults had to eat off boring breakable plates. You’d asked him how come you couldn’t just eat dinner off of a shark as a joke. You didn’t expect the next day to have all these cute plates and forks and spoons and cups, with Melone holding his arms out wide exclaiming they were just for you.

“I asked you all those prying questions because I wanted to know more about you.” He insisted, cupping your face after he set you down gently, “What kind of a monster do you think I am, that I would force you to do something you don’t want to do? That you think I’m buttering you up and ‘fixing’ you? I just want you to take care of yourself. You deserve everything you’ve ever wanted, because no one ever understood how wonderful you were and how much you deserve the world. I want you to be healthy and happy, Amore mio...”

Every little minuscule thing you were angry about suddenly didn’t make you so angry anymore. Melone... God dammit... He LOVED you, and he had done nothing wrong ever in this entire relationship. All he ever did was care... Was that a crime?

“Who hurt you baby?” He whispered, tears flooding his good eye, “Who told you that you were any less and made you question kindness?”

“Oh boy...” you gulp down the tears so you’re not bawling like a baby, “Where do I even begin...”

Too many names to count. Too many lovers that treated you like you were undeserving of love. Too many people who thought of you as incomplete, or less than human, all because you just didn’t feel that way. You tried to please too many people, to the point that you hated yourself for how much you groveled, and now that Melone was in your life, you began to think for yourself. It’s funny how much you realize that he’s not just your boyfriend, he’s your best friend in the entire world. He started off as your friend, encouraging you to think for yourself and spoiling you with gifts and praise when you took those steps towards your independence.

Melone didn’t break you down like everyone else. Rather he helped you to stand strong on your own two feet. Maybe that’s why you’d trusted him enough to come out, and as you spill your guts to him the whole situation feels immensely better. He holds you tightly, cursing those who hurt you, and praising you for being so brave and rising above the negativity.

You’re so thankful, you think, to have someone who finally understands you fully.

#jojo’s bizzare adventure #jojo’s bizarre adventure vento aureo #melone x reader #melone jojo #melone #la squadra de esecuzione #asexual reader #jjba x reader #reader insert fiction #jjba va #jjba reader insert #jjba #jjba oc #pastel aesthetic

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merakiclosed · 4 years

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Princess of the tower

》Pairing: Thief!Jungkook x Princess!reader 》Summary: The thief of the town who goes by the name of JK finds the lost princess but didn’t expect to fall in love with her along the way. 》Genre: Fluff, a bit of angst, Fantasy!au/Disney!au - Tangled!au, Strangers to lovers!au 》Word count: 7.1k 》Notes/Warnings: Swearing, mentions of blood and fighting, manipulation, long-haired Kook because that’s a danger in its self

Sighing, you move your gaze to watch the silhouette of birds fly past, wishing to be as free as them. Reaching out, you touch the plants that wind around the tower, almost crying out to be touched and held as you caress the soft ridges with your fingers.

Finally, you stand up straight and brush the imaginary dust off your purple dress, the silk smooth on your skin. You can remember vividly the day that you made this with your own hands, sewing and cutting material for hours because you grew out of your previous one. Unfortunately, this was the cheapest material your mother could get you, meaning that all of your dresses looked similar. You were dying to get out of the tower and get some more material, experimenting and trying on different styles and colours. But that would never happen. You weren't allowed out of the tower. It was mother's number one rule, not under any circumstances were you to step foot outside of this tower.

Your bare feet echo in the empty room as you descend to your bedroom. Along the staircase you run your hands along the carvings that were like a tale of a story that was long forgotten, remembering the day you spent on the hard work. Were you 15 at the time? Maybe, the days are all forged together. Gazing up at the roof, you find the multiple paintings you did, filled with flowers, birds and butterflies, thinking when your life will truly begin.

Faintly, you could hear the familiar echo of shoes on the stairwell causing you to shove the paint palette down and draw the curtains to hide the painting. Quickly, you get down from the fireplace, getting ready to greet her as the chain and lock sound heavy against the door. Pascal stays on your shoulder, tightly clinging on to the material as he blends in with the purple of your dress, hopefully to hide from the woman.

“My precious daughter.” she cooes, pinching your cheeks making you wince slightly.

“Mother -”

“Would you let your mother brush your hair whilst you sing dear?” she interrupts you. Instantly you're moving around, grabbing a chair and the brush, rushing to sit her down. Gently, you place Pascal on the windowsill.

“Y/N -” mother begins to scold, but you couldn't care less.

“You don't ever ask to go out of this tower ever again.” she finalises, pulling at your dress harshly, “do you understand?” Her gaze is firm and hard making you nod your head meekly. Though, she wanted more than that as she grabs your chin roughly, tilting your head to look her in the eye, “Yes mother I understand.” She beams at you and kisses your cheek. Grabbing the keys, she heads for the door and with another kiss to your head along with a quick I love you, she's gone again.

Not soon after you could hear laboured breathing coming from the door, the person bangs against the door, followed by a groan. Frantically, you look at Pascal who also has wide eyes, who then points to the frying pan, “Pascal you're a genius” you whisper. You run behind the door, continuously hearing the stranger try and break the door, making it rattle and echo throughout the room. Any moment now and he’ll end up-

The door breaks off its hinges, the chain now scraping across the ground. It’s silent for a moment as you watch the man look around, failing to look behind him. “OW.SHIT” He shouts when you hit him in the leg with the frying pan, he whips around to look at you. Your mother's voice sounds in your head of the hideous men with sharp teeth and ill intentions. But this man in front of you was nothing like that. His white shirt was dirty and rolled up to his elbows as underneath was a blue vest, wheat-like string buttoning it together. Brown pants are tucked into brown, leather boots that have clearly been worn for a long time as they are scuffed with mud splattered on them. When your eyes finally land on the satchel in his hand, he moves it closer to himself protectively, interesting.

Like deja vu, you hear another step of footsteps and instantly you know who it is. You and the strange man look at each other wide-eyed and shove him under the stairs, where the kitchen is and hide him behind the curtain. The man stumbles from your push as you take the opportunity to take the satchel out of his hands. Luckily, your mother only gets halfway before she decides to shout, “Y/n, did you want me to get the paint from the beach?” you know that she is doing this so that you don't talk about going out of the tower, “Yes, mother.” And she's gone, once again, thankful that you didn’t have to explain why the door was broken.

Cautiously, you creep towards the kitchen, coming face to face with the man, frying pan at the ready in one hand, the satchel in the other. You both looked at each other, he was young, possibly around your age judging by his face. His eyes were deer-like, sparkling with a hint of mischievousness in them, slightly round cheeks but sharp jaw and eyebrows as his black hair slightly hung in front of his eyes, obvious that he hasn't had it cut in a while. His eyes scan your figure, wanting to roll his eyes, you look innocent and scared. It was obvious that if he shouted at you right now, you would cower. However, he notices the satchel in your hand, “that's mine, give it back.”

Shaking your head, you hold it closer to you, “No. why are you here?” you foreign confidence when in reality you could feel your erratic heartbeat in your chest. He wasn't threatened as his face showed confusion, making his nose scrunch up, “Is that all of your hair?”

Your mind starts to connect the dots, “Do you want my hair, is that why you are here? How did you find me?” you accuse, trying to sound threatening.

“No. I won’t give you the satchel until you take me to see the floating lights tomorrow night. You will take me there and in return, you'll get your satchel.”

“That's it? You want to see the lanterns?” he sounds bored. Well, he shouldn't have broken your door! You unconsciously pout and nod, “Yes.”

“So, is this a deal then?” he says, cocking his eyebrow. This will be easy.

“Yes.” Out the corner of your eye, you see Pascal shaking his head, knowing that this was a bad idea.

“Well let's get going then”

The words make you pause, you’ll be leaving the tower. Without your mother's permission. It was against the rules. What if she comes back early. No, you can’t think of that. You either leave the tower now or stay and never be able to see the outside world, “well what are you doing just standing there princess, let’s get moving.”

The man looks at you unimpressed, but in reality, he finds it quite endearing as you look around. The scenery was normal to him, but watching you appreciate all of the little details makes him think more about taking things for granted. But he can't think like that. He needs to leave you - somewhere safe of course- and run. All he has to do is steal the satchel from you when you sleep and then he will be on his way. He strolls up to you and plucks the flower out of your hand, causing you to pout, but soon turns into a shy smile once he places it in your hair, next to your ear. Firstly, he has to gain your trust.

Walking away, he hears your feet pad on the ground before you walk next to him, “So, princess what’s your name?”

“Y/n.” You say softly, looking up at him, he mulls over what to say before talking, “Mine’s Jk.”

“Hey - wait up.”

The woman trudges up the stairs, huffing with every step, her shoes clacking against the stone. She can sense that something is wrong, the echoing doesn't sound as harsh to her eardrums as before. Thoughts of something getting to her precious prize, causing her to fasten her steps before she abruptly stops, two steps before the top. The wooden door lays on the floor, pieces of wood aloof. She can hear her heartbeat in her ears, adrenaline rushing through her as she shouts out, trying to find her. Pots and pans on the floor, material is thrown all over. Nothing.

“I’ll get some firewood, stay here.” He commands, not waiting for an answer as he walks off into the woods. The green canopy almost looks black, drained of colour almost like it was muted under the artist's hand. Every noise and russell from the bushes makes you jump, you've practically been alone for most of your life, but you were surrounded by the tower walls. You’re vulnerable under the moon that shines in the night. It was a weird experience, you've seen the nightfall and the sunrise, yet witnessing it outside was so much more magical. You only wish that your companion would be better, but at least Pascal is with you, though he isn't much help as you look over to find him knocked out on the edge of the branch that you're sat on. The familiar crunch of boots makes you gaze up at the man, his biceps bulging in the shirt that he wears.

“Flower gleam and glow” Let your power shine Make the clock reverse Bring back what once was mine”

“Heal what has been hurt Change the fate’s design Save what has been lost Bring back what once was mine What once was mine.”

What and why were you in that tower?

“H-how long has your -uh. Magical Uhm. Hair been doing that?” He coughs when his voice cracks, not wanting to show how scared he actually feels.

“Forever. Something like this” You gesture to your hair, “has to be protected, that's why my mother - why I never left the tower.” Your voice trails off at the end, still uncertain about what he is thinking.

His thoughts are running wild. He’s sitting there, in the middle of the night, with a girl who has magical hair. Is this a dream? Something like this doesn't happen, maybe he’s going crazy. Maybe the guards have already taken him and this is all some sort of hallucination. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see you twiddle your thumbs, waiting anxiously. He had a perfect plan for tonight, wait until you fall asleep, take the satchel and run. He knew you wouldn’t be able to stay awake for long, yet he doesn’t think he can do it. If someone gets to you, you're a goner. And for some reason, it makes his gut twist at the thought of you in danger, especially after you showed him your little trick. People like him, eat people like you for dinner. He yearns to know everything about you already, but he doesn't think he can bring himself to do it. He's not a good person and you don't deserve that.

“Jungkook.”

“Huh?” You look up at him quizzically.

“My name is Jeon Jungkook.”

“How did you find the tower?” You questioned, averting your eyes to pascal as he sleeps peacefully.

You nod at him, not knowing what to say, you want to know what he was running from, why he never gave you his real name from the start, why he was so desperate to get the satchel. You had so many questions for people outside of the tower, but now sitting in front of him, Jungkook, your mind runs blank. Yawning, you rub your eyes, but you're fearful of sleeping outside. Will someone attack you? Will it rain? What if a giant creature comes and gets you?

“Easy there, princess. I can see your head about to blow smoke from how hard you're thinking.” Jungkook said in a small voice, presumably not wanting to disturb the quietness of the night. Laying down, pieces of wood stabbed your side, but it would have to do if you want to get to the lanterns tomorrow. Your head lays gently on the bark, the constellations that have witnessed centuries watch over you both in this small moment before you finally close your eyes drifting off to sleep.

Jungkook looks over when he hears your breathing slowing down, to see you knocked out like a light. Chuckling to himself, he can imagine how hard today was compared to being in that tiny room in the tower. He sits on the grass, leaning against the log you're asleep on, looking at your figure. He was so curious to know you, he never heard anything about a girl being locked up in a tower, and surprisingly, he felt bad for you. So youthful and full of wonder, and he was youthful but full of danger.

Luckily, the town wasn't far from where you slept, only a couple of hours in the morning and you finally saw the opening to the village. Even from afar, you could feel the energy that the people emit, vibrant clothing shining in the sunlight as people dance to the music. They move around each other like pebbles in the water, flowing around one another, as they fill each other with adrenaline-pumping happiness. You only see joyful faces as they bring the village to life. Chatter between sellers and buyers as if they were old friends. It's like nothing you've ever seen before. Mother was wrong, there are good people in the world.

Jungkook watches you silently as you smile widely, your eyes darting in every which way to take everything in. He gently grabs at your sleeve and tugs you towards one of the stands who does hair, sitting you in the chair. You look up at him questioningly, as the woman starts to braid your hair, making sure not to hurt you. She doesn't question the twigs and leaves she finds, simply plucking them out. You sit in wonder, trying not to dart your head around to see more.

Jungkook turns around to find that you're not following him anymore, sending him into a panic as all he can see is a crowd of people. He’s familiar with his heart racing, normally from running away, but as he looks around he feels a different type of adrenaline, but all he has to do is breathe before calming down. His eyes are quick to find you, your purple dress matching perfectly with the theme as your hair flows down your back, flowers intertwined in certain strands. Walking towards you, he laughs when he sees your nose practically smudged against the glass that holds the doughnuts. You stare at him in shock, forgetting that you were supposed to follow him, causing heat to rise in your body.

“It’s a doughnut.” He’s careful in calling you princess in the village, knowing it’s a sensitive topic and he doesn’t need to be at the centre of attention right now, especially with all of the guards that he has seen. Tentatively, he watches you take your first bite, a giggle passes your lips once you’ve eaten it, taking another bite, clearly enjoying it as your cheeks fill like chipmunks. He watched fondly, before catching himself. No, he can’t fall for you. In a flash, he turns serious, cocking an eyebrow at you. Humiliation falls over you, at your obvious display of enjoyment. You're not sure what you’ve done, but you still feel it as he looks at you with his sharp gaze. Lowering the doughnut, you avoid eye contact before nodding at him to continue with where you were walking to and give Pascal the rest of it, as he hangs in your pocket.

However, you get distracted once again at a group of people dancing, their bodies speaking for how they feel. You have danced before, in the comfort of the walls you call home, but here where you see young girls skipping and weaving past the seas of people, smiling as if nothing bad ever happened, you realise that you’ve never truly danced. Forgetting about the moment earlier, you grab Jungkook's hand and dance with him. His larger hands encased in yours as you follow the rhythm, being carefree of everything, feeling freedom run in your bones. You know that after tonight, life goes on as normal, so today you will be free of all of your worries.

But you're soon thrown out of this dream when his eyes widen, looking at something behind you. You go to look back when he softly puts your head in his chest, holding you close, your breath hitches at the contact of your bodies pressed together. The feeling of having someone so close was bizarre, even your mother didn’t hold you like this especially as long as this. Suddenly, he pulls away, holding your hand in his as he runs, shouting of guards impales your ears, clattering of boots and metal follow behind you as each step is calculated. Not used to the exertion of energy your breathing starts to get laboured as you both rush past people, it's all a blur as your steps start to falter, Jungkook's grip on your hand getting tighter. Your bare feet sting as they slap against the moss-laden rock, each stride of his were worth at least two of yours, his long legs and previous endeavours made this easy, barely breaking a sweat. With a good distance between you and the guards, Jungkook drags you around another corner and into a darker and smaller passageway. Abruptly he shoves you against the wall, causing you to wince, his body once again up against yours. Briefly, you can feel how rigid Pascal has gone as he looks at the both of you with wide eyes. But all you can do is look at his face, tight-lipped and his gaze is sharp as he listens for the guards, your breath hot against his hand that is against your lips, keeping you quiet. His own breathing is steady but slightly offbeat as for the first in a while, he is scared of being caught. He’s been running away from guards the whole of his life, but he couldn't get you in trouble because of his actions. You can hear the guards getting closer, footsteps matching in beat with each other, trained to perfection as they rush past you both.

Looking around you don’t see any of the guards and nod at him, slightly uncertain. You've only socialised with two people, but you can do this! You can totally do this! Hesitantly, you walk up to the stall before looking back to Jungkook to find him standing with a smile and two thumbs up. Looking down, you see Pascal smiling at you with a nod, encouraging you. You nod your head again and continue forward, with timid steps before looking around at the shoes on show before finding a pair of loafers, white with a golden pattern on the front, matching perfectly with your dress. The woman that owns the stall laughs at you before guiding you to try them on. You smile widely at her before giving her the coins, to which she accepts with a small smile, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons. Putting them on your feet, you wiggle your toes before skipping back to Jungkook. He smiles at you watching your eyes brighten up, talking animatedly about how you think they're pretty and soft. Again, he can feel his heart skip a beat. But once more he ignores it. He’s not meant for you. Unknown to you both, Pascal watches the interaction and knows what is going through the young man’s head as he looks at you like you hold the universe. Maybe he isn’t as bad as he thought.

Soon enough you're in the middle of the river, as he stops rowing, wiping off the sweat that formulated on his forehead with the back of his hand. One particular question has been nagging in the back of your head ever since you saw the lanterns, “why do they send them off every year on my birthday?” Softly, you brush Pascals back as he sits on the edge of the boat, slowly falling asleep from the gentle caress of your hand.

“The lanterns?” You nod.

A cough from behind you causes you to look back, to find Jungkook sat with two lanterns in his hand and a sheepish smile on his face. Gasping, you reach forward to grasp one, and softly it floats between your fingers and into the sky, circling around Jungkooks. The world feels like it's shifted, warm and bright even in the crisp night. Turning around, you thrust the satchel in his hands, “You took me to the lanterns. This is my end of the deal.”

Shaking his head, he pushes it away, “I don’t want it.”

Tilting your head in confusion, he continues to look in your eyes, his eyes uncharacteristically soft, leaning closer to you, “I don’t know how you’ve done it, but you’ve changed me. You made me question everything that I’ve done if only I had met you sooner.” you can feel his breath on your face, his gaze wavering to look down at your lips as you unconsciously lick your lips. Your heart is hammering in your chest as you scoot closer to him, resting your hands on his knees. Your lips centimetres apart before the boat rocked, but it wasn't due to the waves. A dark shadow cast over the both of you, laughter of three people getting closer to the boat, “well, look what we have here.” A rough voice calls out.

Looking up, you find your mother standing next to two men who are easily 6 foot in height, scars all over their bodies. Slamming their boat into yours, you go to topple over the edge before a hand reaches out and pulls you into them, “My sweet, precious daughter.” Her familiar scent engulfs your senses, her bony frame hugging you in a death grip. Jungkook heaves in a breath as his wet form is slung into the boat, coughing up water. The two men hold him in a vice grip, hauling him up by his arms as his body shivers from the cold. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Pascal jumping onto the boat, subtly shifting towards you, but hides behind one of the paddles, his scales turning a murky brown.

Struggling to get out of your mother's grip, Jungkook looks up at you and shakes his head, telling you to stop. Ignoring him, you continue, “Let him go.”

The pain that he feels is excruciating but he doesn’t do anything other than let it happen. He hears your blood-curdling screams but it comes in and out like waves, his sight becoming blurry as they continue. He deserves this. The stealing, the robbing, the slowly falling in love with you. He doesn't deserve to be in your life. He screams as he’s cut in the shoulder, the knife shortly ripped out of him to be plunged into his left side. His blood is hot as it pours out, burning his cold figure. Looking up, he finds your face covered in tears, eyes bloodshot as you kick and scream for your mother to stop. You were one of a kind. He didn't know how you did it, but you made him want to change for the better. He didn't want the crown. He didn't want wealth. He wanted you. But fate had a cruel way of showing him that he couldn't have you. Another stab, another scream. Not from him, but you. He smiles weakly at you as he can feel himself about to pass out, his skin turning paler by the second.

“Mother, please,” you beg, tears cascading down your face like lava.

“Boys.” She says simply, both of them stopping and holding a bruising grip on his arms. His head sags, not having the energy to look up at you anymore.

“P-please. Please… Let me heal him and then you can take me. I’ll l-live with you forever. You and me. I’ll never go outside, I’ll do everything you ask of me. Just let me heal him and let him go.” You sniffle and choke on your words, breathless from screaming. Your mother cocks her head to the side before looking back to the two men, “Shoo. Take the crown and go.” A sick, twisted smile coats their face as they both look at each other before jumping into the boat you came on, picking up the satchel and rowing away. Jungkook slumps to the floor, weakly holding onto his side.

A piercing scream comes from your mother, “what have you done?” she shouts, pulling her cloak over her, as she stammers around the boat before reaching the edge. It was like it was in slow motion as she topples over the edge and into the water, her arms flaring, struggling to keep afloat before her body slowly sank, as her body ages before you. Pascal scuttles over, crawling on top of Jungkook’s chest, feeling the way his heart beat is slowing down.

Jungkooks grip around you becomes weaker, his breathing getting slower. Your heart sinks to your stomach, as you watch him take his last breath. “No, no, no, no, no” you whisper, choking as a sob threatens to tear at your throat. Your hands shake as you watch blood ooze from his wounds, and you burst like a dam. Salty tears run down your face, racking with sobs. This was your fault, he didn’t deserve this. If only you would have stayed in the tower. If only you didn’t fall in love with him.

“Flower gleam and glow” Let your power shine Make the clock reverse Bring back what once was mine.

Heal what has been hurt Change the fate’s design Save what has been lost Bring back what once was mine What once was m-mine.”

Your voice cracking continuously as you breathed the song. It was a bittersweet moment as the lanterns around you continued to float around you, full of life, burning into the ever glowing night sky, almost like they were mocking you. Light beamed around you, a golden hue spiralled around the both of you like it was dancing to a song before bursting into the star that has been engraved into your memory since this morning.

A wave of dizziness crashes over you, making you lose balance, your hands scraping against the wood. Flashes of memories burst through your mind. A small hand touching bigger ones. Chubby legs that look like they're learning to walk for the first time. A mobile hanging from above the crib. And a star. The same star that you painted on your ceiling. The same star that's been in front of your very eyes this entire day. Another flash and you see a man and a woman. The parents of the lost daughter.

“J-Jungkook. I-”

Leaning up, you kiss him softly on the lips but soon gets broken as you both start smiling uncontrollably, “Let’s get you home, princess.”

Heels clack on the polished floor, steps full of purpose as you clutch Jungkook's hand tighter. Two people; a man and woman step out. A gasp escapes them both as your eyesight gets blurry. Your parents. Your mother runs towards you and embraces you, knocking the wind out of you as she strokes your cheek as if you were made of glass, her bloodshot eyes smiling at you with love, “y/n.”

“Mother, father.” you smile at them taking a hand each in your own.

Smiling at the sight, you pull Jungkook towards you and squeeze him tight, “thank you.” you whisper into his chest, feeling the rumble of his chest as he laughs, “anything for you princess.”

Pascal squeaks, causing him to turn blue from having the attention on him from his little celebration of joy, causing you all to coo and laugh at him. Finally, the princess of the tower was home.

I hope you enjoyed this and I’m sorry for the ending not being very good! I tried to post this 3 times and every time something went wrong so I hope this time it works. :(( Please comment, like and reblog! Feedback is always appreciated, it gives me motivation! This is NOT edited. Sorry for any mistakes

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maximoffvizh · 5 years

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fic: i believe the storybooks i read

fairytale prince/knight au | title from i know it’s today from shrek: the musical (repost from my old blog - if you’ve reblogged before and would like to again i’d be very grateful! <3)

Candlelight flares, casting soft shadows against the curved walls of his room. He shifts on the bed, gazing up out of the hole in the roof caused by the castle crumbling throughout the years to look at the stars, winking down from the night sky. Breathing out a soft sigh and reaching for the book lying next to his bed, opening the heavy cover to mark off another day passed. Day number eight thousand four hundred and twenty-three.

They promised he’d only be here for a hundred days. But that grew to five hundred. Then a thousand. And he’s been here for years of his life, from a boy to a man. The only person he sees being the messenger who brings new books and food and materials once a month. He taught himself to sew, to map out the stars, to draw and paint and keep the solitude from driving him quite mad. And he’s never let go of the belief that each day could be the day his saviour comes.

A knight, they said. A champion of the kingdom, brave and bold and brash, the sort of man who would cross a blistering desert and climb a mountain and kill a dragon. Climb the swirling stairs to the door that’s been locked since the day he arrived and free him. And he will offer this knight a token of his gratitude, and he will accept with his eyes bright behind a heavy helmet, and sweep him from the tower that has been his prison. They will be married in the kingdom, and he will finally know true love’s first kiss.

That daydream has kept him sane through years of imprisonment, through hearing nothing but the dull rumbling of the dragon curled around the tower breathing. Seeing the gleaming of the jets of fire that stream from the dragon’s nostrils when it grows angry. Clasping his hands to his ears and frantically humming his mother’s lullaby to himself when he heard the distant screams of the knights who came before falling victim to the dragon. He knew that the right knight would know how to slay a dragon. There would be a day when it would be the dragon’s dying shrieks that he heard.

He must fall asleep reading the same love story again, tracing his fingertip over the familiar words of a princess promising herself to her handsome rescuer, a man with dark hair and bright eyes down on one knee, because he wakes to hear the dragon roaring, shaking the entire castle. A distant crash of another tower crumbling, and he scrambles upright, straightening his clothes frantically. Brushing his fingers over the velvet to smooth it down, taking up his looking-glass to correct his hair before he rushes to the window that looks out over the rest of the castle.

There’s a knight at the gate, and his heart soars. Silver armour, and a sword at his hip, a bow strapped to his back, and Vision smiles down at his saviour. Wondering how he looks beneath the helmet, if his eyes are blue or green or brown or grey, if his hair is black or red or blonde, whether his jaw is clean-shaven or stubbled, whether he’ll have gentle hands or callused.

In the stories, when the knight saves the princess, they always kiss. He sees the illustrations dancing behind his eyes, hands cupping faces, curved to waists, eyes closed and eyelashes tangling. Wondering how it will feel for someone’s lips to be on his, to feel someone’s arms around him, to know what it’s like to kiss and be kissed. He feels a flush creeping into his cheek, and pulls his thoughts away from that. He can’t be flushed or unsightly when he meets his saviour.

Far below him, the dragon is uncurling from around the tower, wings extending above its heavy body, a dark blue that blends into the shadows, its eyes yellow as a cat’s. Its teeth and claws gleam white in the eerie light of the flickering torches, and Vision can see the glow in its throat as it spits a weak flame into the air. A warning.

He knows the pattern of the fights. The knight will charge, the dragon will breathe a churning whirl of flame. If the knight manages not to be caught in that and roast alive in his armour, a swipe of the dragon’s massive claws will swiftly dispatch him. He once saw a knight ripped in half by the dragon’s massive jaws. It haunted his nightmares for months, and still rears up in the shadows some nights.

But this knight doesn’t charge. As the dragon’s maw gapes open, he whirls behind a pillar, and disappears into the shadows while the dragon screeches in fury at lost prey, and Vision is leaning out of the window as far as he can without falling to search for the knight’s silhouette. Finding him the dark by the slight shift of the moonlight on his armour, the shine of his sword, and wondering if this will be the knight to save him.

The dragon yelps in agony when the knight slashes his sword across its tail, drawing a stream of purple blood flowing down the dark scales, shining in the light, and Vision cries out in fear when an enormous foot kicks the knight aside, and there’s the sound of metal scraping over the stones, and this must be it. His saviour is dead and he will stay in the tower for years more before another dares to try.

But no, the knight is getting to his feet, sword in his steady hand, and the dragon’s eyes are narrowing, focusing on its prey. Vision leans even further out into the night, his breath rising silvery in the air, watching the way the knight fights. Not like others he’s seen before, but more like a dancer, the movement of his body soft and fluid. Entrancing. Dodging another blast of fire, a swipe of claws, and sparks fly out when the claws drag against the blade of his swore. It must be somehow enchanted, for it doesn’t simply break under the pressure. A deft twist of hand and one of the dragon’s toes is severed from its foot, and it roars in agony as the knight slips beneath its belly and scrambles up its back.

And Vision nearly falls out of the window with excitement when he sees the knight drive his sword deep into the dragon’s back, the jewelled hilt shining. The dragon screams in agony, and so slowly slumps to the floor. Still. Finally slayed, and now he’s free, he’s free, and he almost runs down the stairs before he remembers the instructions. He has to stay behind the locked door until a knight finds the key among the dragon’s horde and rescues him.

He just watches the knight pull his sword from the dragon, wiping the blood away on a scrap of fabric that probably once hung proudly around the shoulders of a knight who met his death at the dragon’s claws. Watches him cross the room to the crumbling staircase and then tilt his head up. Pull the bow from his back and nock an arrow, firing it upwards with a faint whistling sound.

Vision watches in awe as the arrows wraps itself around a sturdy anchor above his head, and the knight presses a button and shoots upwards as if flying. Until he’s level with the window, and Vision hastily moves backwards to allow him to climb in. Noticing that he’s a little shorter than he seemed from above, but amazed by how smoothly he detaches his bow from above and sets it neatly against the wall. “That was incredible,” he says, feeling himself starry-eyed and overwhelmed. “It truly was. You are incredible.” Remembering the routine suddenly, grasping for the handkerchief left with him the day he was trapped, and holding it out, “Please, please, take this. A token of my gratitude.”

A chainmail-gloved hand takes it from him, glancing at the crest of his kingdom embroidered to the corner, and tucks it carefully into the quiver still holding arrows. And those hands rise to carefully lift the helmet away, and a tumble of fiery hair falls over the silver armour, and when the knight lifts their head Vision gasps out, “You’re-”

“Wanda, champion of Lord Stark,” she says sweetly, setting her helmet down and pulling her gloves off, running slender fingers through her hair. “I hate that thing, it’s so hot in there and I can hardly see.” She unstraps her breastplate, detaches the metal coverings on her arms, and he averts his gaze momentarily when the tight crimson tunic she wears beneath is revealed, clinging to her curves and making his mouth suddenly dry. “So how long have you been up here?”

“Eight thousand four hundred and twenty-three,” he says, and she arches an eyebrow at him.

“What’s that in layman’s terms?” she asks, and he flushes. The way she speaks, she can’t possibly be from court. Only thieves and peasants speak so informally.

“Twenty-three years,” he says stiffly, and she glances at him, detaching the greaves from her legs and revealing shapely calves and ankles in skintight breeches, making him stumble over his breathing.

“And no one ever slayed the dragon?” she asks, and he shakes his head. “Gods, I thought maybe this was dragon number five or something. Never send a man to do a woman’s job.”

“Sir...um, Miss Wanda, why are you taking your armour off?” he asks, and she just shakes her head at him. “Shouldn’t we leave?”

“Dragon’s dead, we don’t need to run,” she says, so light and unconcerned. As if she didn’t just fight a dragon and free him. “I plan on sleeping through the night before we leave. Your bed sure looks comfortable. Gossamer curtains and all.”

“But the door is locked!” he protests, and she smirks. Pulls a pin from her hair, another spiral of red falling around her shoulders, framing her pretty, freckled face, and works it into the lock, twisting it around for a moment before there’s a sharp click and the door swings open.

“And presto, we can leave whenever we want,” she says, and pulls her tunic down her thighs, drawing his attention to the curve of her waist into her hips.

“You aren’t like any knight I’ve ever met,” he says, and she grins at him.

“Sweetheart, I’m not like anyone you’ve ever met.” She rolls onto his bed and seems to be asleep in moments,

#beth writes fic #scarletwxnda #scarlet vision #scarletvision au #scarletvision fic

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smhtaehyung · 5 years

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The Beauty of Simplicity (M) ➳ 9 (FINAL)

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➳ chapter summary: You and Tae sexually experiment with a phallic toy one evening. As the end of the school year approaches, you start to think about future, and hearing about Taehyung's, you begin to question if you ever knew him that well at all.

➳ pairing: taehyung x chubby!reader (best friends to lovers ➳ higschool!au)

➳ genre: smut, angst, attempt of comedy, fluff, romance

➳ warnings: lengthy chapters, a LOT of swearing, dirty talk, weed use, alcohol use, detailed description of sexual acts.

➳ word count: 12.2k

➳ chapter 9: our entire lives cramped up in a span of few weeks.

The feeling of shame was always present in you regardless of how dirty you'd often get for Taehyung. The feeling usually advanced itself by spreading itself onto your cheeks, showing off to the entire world that you were feeling uncomfortable. Tae on the other hand, shameless. Not even a hint of pink present on his thin cheeks nor even an awkward smile that would show off any uneasiness.

"Are you kidding me? That one is way too big, Tae!" Your eyes shot at his direction, observing around the sex store if anyone was observing you two. There was only a cashier in the entire store that enjoyed your shyness way too much. "It's the same size as my dick." He furrowed his eyebrows as he picked up a pink dildo still in its packaging. Taking a second look, you started laughing at Tae, motioning to him with your fingers that his dick was actually a little smaller than that. He widened his eyes in slight shock and scoffed at you. "This is more realistic to your size." You managed to joke through your shyness, showing him the smallest dildo there was on the scale, Taehyung being much larger than that which both of you knew. He scoffed at you, rolling his eyes over how much of a tease you were being. Not expecting it, both of your eyes scanned the exact same one that looked somewhat okay. It was a purple one, the girth and length of it similar to Tae’s, only with a little longer plastic tip. "Yup." Tae raised an eyebrow and took a good look at it. "I can handle that." You nodded confidently, causing him to raise an eyebrow. "We'll see about that." He smirked and got closer to you, wanting for you to kiss him.

When he leaned in and tried to kiss you himself, you moved away, deciding not to kiss him yet. It drove Taehyung insane because you haven't kissed him at all even after you two made up. He was so eager for a kiss he groaned every timed you'd get away.

Taehyung scanned you with his eyes even after you opened your mouth to speak. "You'll buy it. I'm not doing that, no way." You immediately stated, wanting him to buy that at the cashier because you were too ashamed. "Well, of course. You wouldn't dare to do such a thing, so I gotta do it for you." He rolled his eyes, wanting to provoke you. "I wouldn't." You admitted, stepping over your ego. Taehyung chuckled at the way you instantly spoke, observing your still red cheeks. He pinched your cheek and chuckled again, leaving you even more blushed.

You shyly stood beside him as he stood at the cashier's desk. Looking down to your feet, you couldn’t help but to notice how extremely normal Taehyung acted, not embarrassed at all. "Thank you." He smiled on his way out as you tried to mutter out a 'goodbye' of a sort too. "See, it shouldn't be a big deal, Y/N. She was so nice, even chuckled at how cute you were being." Taehyung giggled at you as you quickly helped him put the bag with the sex toy inside his backpack. "But I like your shyness, Princess. It's hot." He winked at you, trying to test to what extent would your cheeks blush.

He pulled you closer and left a quick kiss onto your temple without your permission. You gently pushed him away in a friendly manner as you raised an eyebrow. "My place or yours?" He smirked at you as he stared up and down your body. "T-today?" You muttered, not mentally prepared for sexually experimenting with Tae. "Why not?" He smiled. You sighed and started walking. "My place." Your words made him excitedly jump as he followed your steps quickly to catch up. Once he was by your side, his hand found yours so he gently intertwined his fingers with yours. You glared at him for a while but he only smiled at you.

On your way home, you even saw some of the people from school who were going to their homes too. You knew well what their stares and looks meant.

It became a school fascination for you and Tae to be "together" even though the two of you never really discussed it nor went on a date of a sort yet. Taehyung kept ignoring the bad things, like he usually did. You tried to, but you couldn't really stand the idea of people considering you shallow and desperate. Regardless of it all, both of you, seniors, couldn't wait to survive those last few years of school, graduate and leave for college. Somehow you weren't too worried about your future because you had a feeling Taehyung would be sticking with you your entire life if he has until now. So with that thought, you let him kiss you finally.

Taehyung kept softly kissing your lips, savouring the taste of them. The two of you were stumbling up to your room, breathing into each other’s mouths from your hot kissing. Taehyung groaned as he kissed you, loving the feeling of fulfilment that invaded his mind and body.

Helping him take off his jacket, he hummed in gratitude as he kept reuniting his lips with yours hungrily. You groaned too, once he began kissing on your bottom lip and softly started to suck it. Your fingers found his longer hair strands on the back of his head and began pulling them. His hands kept eagerly squeezing your sides, so needy of your touches.

With one, casual kick, he shut the door and let you fall onto your bed. Tae's backpack fell to the floor with a loud thud beside the bed. That thud was followed by an even louder one once you threw away your backpack to the other side of the bed. His upper torso pressed against your breasts as he began kissing the soft flesh of your neck. As soon as he started nibbling on your ear, you couldn’t help but to let out a soft moan.

"Can I?" Taehyung politely asked for permission to unbutton your blouse, and with a smile, you nodded. His fingers were soft, his lips even softer. He slowly took off the black blouse you were wearing only to reveal the matching colour bra you had underneath. He started kissing you hungrily, squeezing your breasts gently. Tae grunted as his hard member brushed against your clothed core that was dripping for him already. You laid on your pillow and let him slowly take off your pants. Your voluptuous thighs were too much of a distraction for him, so he kept staring at them, pressing soft kisses once he made his way down between your legs. He took off his t-shirt, revealing his tanned torso that illuminated a golden tone under the sunset light that peeked through the window.

You hummed in an enjoyable way once Tae began softly kissing your folds through your thin underwear. He spread your legs apart wide and moved up your body to leave a final kiss onto your lips for a short while. However, he got distracted, so he began kissing down your neck and collarbones. His soft lips caressed your skin and his bright teeth were used to take off your bra. You unclasped it and let him take it off with his teeth in a sensually arousing way. Once he threw it off the bed, he left a few kisses onto your breasts as your hand entangled with his hair once again.

Being eager for him, you slowly pushed his head down your stomach to your entrance and he gladly accepted without a word. He slid off your black panties with ease. Then, he nuzzled his nose in them and began sniffing, loving the way your heat scent matched the taste of your juices. Speaking of, he drooled at the sight of your glossy folds, all wet and throbbing for contact.

"Fuck, Princess. You're so wet." He placed a sloppy kiss onto your clit, making you whine out of pleasure. "I can't wait to see you squirming." He palmed himself slightly to get slight relief for his strained erection. "Just do anything, baby. Fuck, I need you, Tae." You began brushing your heat against his mouth, desperate for contact he was dying to offer.

"So needy. So, so needy." He teased and licked a long stripe up you after every word he spoke. The silence of the room got interrupted by your breathy moans and Taehyung's groans as he sweetly licked you and tasted your juices. He began kissing your clit, using his tongue to swirl around it too, causing you to brush against him more. Your hands started squeezing your breasts as he hungrily stared up at you.

Wanting to test your neediness, he inserted a finger and curled it up slightly, making you roll for hips to feel it better. He started moving his finger in circles and you ached for him to add another one, or just skip to make his member enter your womanhood by slipping inside so easily and suddenly. However, Taehyung loved your whining that cried out of desperation the same way your core cried out to be filled. "Can you fuck me with that dildo, please, Tae?" You whined, squeezing your breasts harder. Tae smirked against your sensitive nub and left a few pecks there. "I was waiting for you to say that." He chuckled in a flirtatious manner and fiddled with his backpack until he opened the package of the phallic sex toy.

You slightly squirmed out of excitement, not realising how much your slutiness excited him. He went his way down you again, kissing down your abdomen and kissing the hood above your clitoris before using his tongue to kitten-lick it. "T-Tae." You moaned suddenly and caught lustful eye contact with him. He used the dildo in his hand to spread the juices from your clit to your entrance, your heat glossing with his saliva too. "You want it?" He began teasing you between your legs by rubbing the silicone tip over your labia, not entering you. "Y-yes. I want it bad." The dirty tone in your whine drove Taehyung insane so much that he had to palm himself for a quick second. You began pinching your nipples and arching your back, so desperate to slide onto the phallic object.

He used the toy to rub it softy against your throbbing nub too, causing you to get a hold of his hair so he wouldn't stop. He hooked his right hand over your leg and began rubbing soft circles onto your clitoris and used his left one to position the dildo at your entrance - moments like those in which both of you were blessed by his ambidexterity.

He pushed the silicone toy inside, causing you to squirm at the stretch just like his member always did. Taehyung kept his eyes fixed on you, not wanting to miss any moan or facial expression. You moaned loudly, your fingers finding a way to play with your nipples. Once he pulled it out of you, he couldn't help but to observe the juices that coated the dildo almost entirely. Always feeling needy to taste you, Taehyung licked the toy clean, the need to taste you overpowering him. The sight excited you even more, so you began rolling your hips again, wanting to show him how badly you wanted him to do anything to you. As soon as he pushed the toy inside again, you gasped at a completely new sensation that was interrupted by harsh pleasure once he sped up the pace and began fucking you with the purple toy.

"Tae! Oh God, don't s-stop." You moaned and observed the sight in front of you - Tae eagerly pushing the toy in and out of your pussy, softly sucking on your clit as he did so. You began squirming out of pleasure, loving the dirty sight of your experiment. He managed to hit deep inside of you and used that to push the toy hard until you were a whining mess. His long fingers on your clit still worked you fast, and you couldn't even moan out words anymore. "Fuck, you're so pretty all fucked out like this." He detached his mouth from your clit to speak, only to start licking you again once he was over talking. You threw your head back and pulled on his hair tighter, knowing he was going to make you come quickly if he continued like that.

"T-Tae, I-I'm g-gonna-" You tried speaking, but your whines made it barely audible. Not wanting you to reach your orgasm that quickly, he stopped all his movements so suddenly, making you gasp for contact. He left the toy inside, observing at the way you were clenching around it with your tight folds. "No, baby, please. Don't stop." You shook your head, trying to rub your womanhood against his mouth but he backed away to tease you.

"But I want to play with you more, Princess. Don't wanna waste it all this quickly." He spoke in a dirty fashion, moving up to you to leave a kiss onto your lips. The light tint of your juices on his tongue reached your mouth, so you licked your lips once you backed away. Noticing it, Taehyung raised an eyebrow. "Wanna taste yourself, Princess?" His hand travelled down to your entrance. You hummed like a good girl, letting him pull out the big toy out if you. "Lick it." He held it in front of you, his lustful look eating you up. Wanting to tease him and, of course, taste yourself too, you began licking the coated toy. The way you tasted your juices fueled up the dirtiness of the moment that Taehyung couldn't observe without helping himself. You began sucking on the toy as you would suck on his cock, licking and sucking the liquid off of it. "That's it. G-good girl." Tae mumbled as he finally stroked his hard member to the sight of you. He tugged down his pants and boxers and threw them away almost instantly, giving his cock the attention it deserved.

His eyes got even more hooded, and that urged him to do even dirtier things. He began gently pushing the dildo inside of your mouth until you were choking on it and your juices. You gladly accepted it due to your need to entertain him. Some tears started prickling up at the corners of your eyes, the sight making Taehyung grip his cock harder. He began pushing it in your mouth until you gagged, and he loved every second of it. Quickly, he took it out of your mouth, your saliva string still attached to it. "Princess. Push it back in." He spoke as he stroked his dick fast, pointing with the dangling toy to your entrance. Wanting to obey him because you were desperate to come, you spread your legs in front of him, absolutely loving how hard on he was. You moaned as you pushed the toy back inside of your still dripping core that was so close to reach climax. "Now, come here and suck me off, Princess." He rested his weight on his palms as he sat up, leaving his cock all up to you. You crawled up to him on your fours, the moving toy inside of you making you squirm once as it kept hitting your g-spot. He motioned for you to bend over beside him as you smirked in excitement. "Why sideways?" You questioned as you leaned your head closer to his cock, your ass up in the air. "So I can do this as you suck me off." He reached his hand behind your ass and pushed the toy that peeked out of your womanhood deeper,beginning to fuck you with it once again. You moaned loudly but soon attached your lips onto his big throbbing member as the toy he gripped in his hand worked you up. You uncontrollably gasped as he kept hitting the back of you, causing your saliva to drip onto his length. He warned you to keep sucking by smacking your behind, making you focus.

He began fast fucking you with the purple dildo, causing you to whine with his dick in your mouth. He used his other hand to grip your hair, using you to bob on him harder. You began sucking him off harshly, causing him too moan too once you used your tongue on his tip. "Just keep going, Princess." He groaned. The repeated pressure onto your g-spot caused you to shut your eyes over your violent orgasm approaching you too. Taehyung began moving his hips as he fucked into your mouth in the same pace he fucked you with the phallic toy. Tae noticed you were close to your orgasm by your clenching, making it harder to push the toy in and out. But even that was enough to you, so you gripped his thigh and shut your eyes, feeling your orgasm wash over you as he slowed the pace of his hand to slow-fuck your orgasm through. You used your other hand to stroke his hard length as you used the tip of your tongue to play with his tip. It only took a few seconds before a violent orgasm wash over him, causing him to pull the toy out of you and rest his hand on the covers. You felt his seed repeatedly shoot inside of your mouth those few seconds. Taehyung kept grunting, keeping a firm grip of your hair until you sucked him dry. You swallowed his cum and left a kiss onto his tip that began slowly going numb.

Taehyung breathed heavily, and so did you. You laid beside him, both of you looking so sexually worn out due to the blank look of your faces. Tae shot you a quick smirk and you broke a laugh out. You looked up to his proud eyes that read off so easily how happy he was that the two of you went the dirtiest road. And you smiled. And with those smiles, you continued to smile even more.

You and Tae smiled so hard you had no idea what was coming. Just like his actions, that boy in front of you was always unpredictable. The unpredictability shown in Tae’s actions and statements was always something that you were captivated by. Often those statements would be endearing through the shock of hearing them. Often, they would be perverted and direct, and for that honesty you dearly loved them. For the first time in your life, Taehyung blurted out something that was not dearly beloved by you. Something he hid away from everyone, even from you.

What you didn't expect would lash out onto you when you least expected it. And it all started during a discussion at a both of yours family gathering for dinner, two weeks after your sex toy experimental night with Tae. It came out of nowhere, and it discussed future - something both of you hated with burning passion mainly because future never seemed simple, and the ugliness of complexity kicked in.

“What about you, Taehyung? What do you want to study after graduating?” the question was left dangling in the air, nobody respecting a serious response. But the unpredictable Kim Taehyung fooled them all.

"Oh, I was thinking of studying arts and art history in Seoul." Taehyung's words sounded very casual, making you choke on your drink almost immediately. Everyone's attention turned to you. "What? You never told me that?" You instantly whispered into his ear once the attention shifted off of two of you.

Taehyung never loved talking about serious issues, wanting to live in the moment that wouldn’t be tainted by the complexity the future held. You felt slightly insulted to think that he wouldn’t even talk to you about the future. Keeping that thought to himself was such a burden, but Tae felt the need for everyone to take him seriously since they haven’t done that throughout his entire young life. Even you.

"I've been looking up some schools. I'm really interested in art pieces, you know that." Tae spoke so casually you thought you entered a nightmare that was way too illogical to be true. "No, you never told me that!" You raised your tone in a whisper and furrowed your eyebrows at him, making his sister observe the two of you from the opposite side of the table. “I love art! Don’t you remember how amazed I was when I talked about all the exhibitions I’ve visited in Seoul?” He furrowed his eyebrows, talking about it as if it was the easiest thing in the world to discuss. You started to shake your head but quickly stopped once you recalled your past. You looked down and furrowed your eyebrows.

Suddenly, you remembered what he was talking about. Then you remembered an even painful memory. You never listened to him. When he was talking about Seoul, you just stared at him and never took his worlds seriously. All present in your mind at that time was the idea of having him. Your sexual eagerness for Tae blocked every scenario in which Tae was more than a sex toy or a trophy to you. And lately, considering him as much more only made you question your sanity and if you were really that shallow. You hated how such strong feelings turned to questions that had no answers.

You even realised to what you were blind the entire time. Tae often used art to pick up girls, to which your jealous mind only registered the ‘picking up chicks’ part, not his interest in art itself. You even remembered the way you made fun of him while he was deeply immersed into the Ancient art history book he read at the library instead of studying Chemistry you felt burdened to teach him. You hated the sudden realisation that hit you which made you question if you knew who Taehyung truly was at all.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?“ He raised an eyebrow, making you look up to him. “Don’t you want to study in Seoul too?“ He scoffed as if it was such an absurd thought to think otherwise. “I don’t! I perfectly like it here.“ You shook you head, hating that this discussion took place, especially during a family dinner.

“And you, Y/N?” Your mother asked you, curious herself if you had decided what course in college you’d take. “I-I don’t quite know yet.“ You stated, making everyone slightly nervous for you since you didn’t really have a lot of time to think about it. “Maybe something to do in a medical field.“ You didn't seem too certain about it but everyone was left in awe. "Pfft, really?" Taehyung scoffed quietly, making you raise an eyebrow at him. "Yes. Why?" You slightly opened your mouth in shock over his shown rudeness. "I know you're interested in that, but you're a fun person, Y/N." He spoke without thinking through his words, immediately regretting once he saw you raise an eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean?" You furrowed your eyebrows at him, not noticing a worried glance that came from your mother. "Nothing." He sighed and continued eating, making your grit your teeth over how badly the conversation escalated.

"Well, as long as the two of you stay friends, that's all that matters." His mother softly smiled, not even realising how hard those words hit both you and Tae. As soon as she said that, you found yourself in a long stare off with Tae because of two reasons you both knew went through your heads.

First reason was the fact how everyone got accustomed to the two of you being friends, not even knowing how emotionally involved in a romantic way the two of you actually began being. It hurt you that Taehyung felt awkward for admitting the relationship he had with you, so he kept it shut out of the picture. You couldn't blame him because you did the same. The only person that read into the two of you so easily was Taehyung's sister, who was during that dinner, observing the way the friendship between the two of you was slowly falling apart. Because of that first reason, you two hated the already established feeling of losing each other as best friends, even though you'd argue with each other otherwise. The romance ruined it all as much as it benefited you in an emotional and affectionate aspect as pure as falling in love.

The other complicated reason was the fact two of you wanted different things regardless of your life long friendship that was precious itself. You had no idea Taehyung would want such things, so once again, you were hating the thought of not recognising him at all. Taehyung hated you too, for not taking him seriously all those years. What got buried under the mask of simplicity was slowly appearing visible again, making both of you hate it with passion.

You turned your head away from him, to which he only kept staring. You couldn't really eat anymore, and Taehyung noticed it first. "You should eat more." He whispered, clearly worried about you because he had noticed a thing everyone kept mentioning for the last few days to him. It was your appearance and how obvious it was that you lost weight unintentionally. "Lost my appetite." You coldly spat out, observing the way everyone was almost done with finishing their plates. Taehyung sighed and accidentally glanced at his sister, who was motioning with her eyes very agressively to urge him to talk to you. "Can we talk?" Taehyung turned to you again, catching you once you were getting up from the table to leave. "Please. Treehouse?" He repeated again, his soft tone making you sigh and accept with regret. "Fine." You acted as if everything was truly alright, even though your expression showed such annoyance it was impossible to not notice.

His sister gave you a worried look too, but you decided to ignore it and to focus on your thoughts. "We'll be right back." Taehyung mentioned before you walked through the door. You could hear everyone just softly acknowledging his words, but what you didn't see was how worried your mother was. Taehyung caught a glimpse of her worried stare, so he tried to reassure her the best he could with his expression.

You didn't even pay attention to Taehyung behind you as you confidently walked to the tree house and climbed up. He followed your almost timidly, trying to figure out what to say.

You turned on the lights inside, some of them flickering. You sat on the cushion and observed the way Taehyung's eyes wandered around as he sat down too, seeming slightly uncomfortable. He finally looked at you in the eyes and began speaking. "I didn't know it would end up like this." He nervously played with his fingers. "Why didn't you just give me a heads up? It would've been so much easier if you just noted me about it." You deeply sighed and shook your head in disappointment. "I was hinting at it. It's hard for me too, Y/N. I don't wanna leave this town." He explained, his tone sounding serious like it never have been before. “Then don’t.” You furrowed your eyebrows, raising your tone slightly. “You can’t ask that of me.” He furrowed his too, crossing his arms. “Then leave, whatever, I don’t care.” You blurted out, both of you knowing you didn’t mean that. “Why are you like this?” He raised his tone too. “Because! Because you going away means I’m going to lose you and I don’t know what’s it like living without you being 20 seconds away from me.” You finally explained your bottled up emotions, making Taehyung look down to the wooden planks. “You know I’ll visit you-” You cut him off once he started speaking. “Bullshit.” You scoffed. “Then what do you want from me?!” He snapped at you. “If you can’t stay, I don’t have anything to ask from you.” You picked on the skin off your nervous fingers.

“You can’t be like that! I should be mad at you too for not coming with me!“ His words made you furrow your eyebrows so much that it hurt your forehead and eyes. “No, because I’m not running away!“ You spat out. “I’m not running away!“ He denied your words, your matching frustration filling up the tree house. “You are, because nobody took you fucking seriously here and neither did I! And I’m sorry you fell for me because I still don’t take you fucking seriously because, well, you're Kim Taehyung, a guy who fucks girls on the weekends and gets high every other day of his active week. And that’s the version of you that you’re running away from.“ You felt tears prickling up, so you tried your hardest not to crack. Your words stung him hard, leaving him speechless. “If you haven’t acted as if everything was so simple, maybe somebody would notice some depth of your shallow personality by now.“ The words just keep rolling off your tongue, making you lash out every bad thing you ever thought about him.

"Are you done?" He took a more serious approach, showing dominance. "N-no. You're an asshole! A-and I hate you! And why did you ever fuck me if you knew you were going to leave soon?!" You were now crying, trying to hit his arms but he kept gently gripping your wrists not to hit him. The restraint calmed you, leaving you wait for answers you knew would never help. "Look, Y/N. I thought I was going to stay, but it's true what you say...no one takes me seriously. I'm just high old Tae, right? I can't be interested in anything useful nor love a girl, right? I thought you'd think of me differently, but...turns out I was wrong." He explained in a serious tone that drowned in his deep voice.

"I just...can't stay here because then you'll just know this shallow version of Tae." He explained, making new questions spark up inside od your head. "Why were you afraid to be yourself here, then?" You raised your tone again "Too much too lose." He answered quietly. "Well, now you lose me too!" You raised your voice louder, causing him to nervously gulp as his face showed nothing but hurt. "Don't say that-" He tried to stop, but you were way too furious to leave it alone. "You also lose everything you could have had with me. You lose our first date, anniversaries, fucking without a condom for the first time, you lose morning kisses and studying together and-" You couldn't help but to crack, shutting your eyes over the thought of Tae slipping away from you.

After hearing your words, Taehyung looked down again and deeply sighed, trying to collect his thoughts. "I-I just can't imagine-" You spoke through tears. "I can't neither." He immediately spoke, looking up into your eyes.

Taehyung's mind only kept focusing on one thing in the complex knots of his mind. He wanted to scream at you how much he loved you and actually say out loud that phrase when you'd take him seriously. He wanted to kiss you and persuade you to go with him, but Tae, thinking it was the simple way to do things, just kept silent. He was too scared of the outcome of his own feelings and yours if he had said those 3 words at that tree house.

"What now?" Taehyung desperately asked to block himself for spurting out his love for you. "I-I don't know." I love you - Taehyung kept repeating to himself after every word you spoke. "Look." I love you. "Let's never go on that date." I love you. "Let's just not do any of that. We're fuck buddies, right? Let's do that for this final few weeks and then leave." I love you. You spoke rather casually, so tired of it all. "But, but I-" I love you, I can't do that. "I can't pretend that nothing happened." He tried his best to explain, thinking through his words the hardest he could.

"Pretend for me. I am tired, Tae. And maybe what they say about me is true. Maybe I was too blind all these years because I was into you. But the way they say it...maybe it's true I was only hungry for your cock like the rest of those girls." Your words confused him even more, especially once he realised that you snapped right in front him. You crawled closer, causing him to move his back further away out of confusion. "Speaking of, let me suck your cock, Tae." You acted as if nothing was wrong out of pure self defence, but the tears in your eyes immediately gave you away. "Princess, don't act. Stop. Please." He furrowed his eyebrows out of worry and pulled you into his chest as the contact finally caused you to break in tears. He stroked your hair as you softly cried onto his chest, both of you confused and worried out of your minds.

And from that moment on, it was a weird recovery process for both of you because you still weren't quite aware of what was 98% certain about to happen. It was a weird thing to swallow that big bite and continue normally until those last few inevitably awful days to spend together. It was the most stressful spring of your life, because you had to focus on your studies too, and Taehyung did the same.

Tae really tried hard to reach best scores on tests to help himself improve his grading situation. The first week at school was the worst, and you avoided Tae at all costs because the idea of him moving out so easily infuriated you. However, ever since realising his interest towards art, you began noticing how often he used it to his advantage. For example, you listened to the questions your History teacher kept asking him to help him raise his grade up. Knowing just the basics, he always used facts involving art for those mentioned history periods that really helped to mask his basic and rather weak knowledge of factual information.

"You're very sneaky. I may have underestimated you, Taehyung. Your answers are so complicated that they end up confusing me. You use that to your advantage, right?" The teacher chuckled with ease as Tae couldn't hold a smile back. "I do. Sort of fools everyone." He admitted, politely keeping his hands behind his back. The teacher smiled to himself and raised his grade higher by writing it down, making Taehyung instantly smile. Once Taehyung sat back next to you, you still kept your eyes fixated on the notebook in front of you. "Hey, Y/N." Taehyung whispered to you a few moments later, quietly enough to not disturb the teacher's voice. You looked up to him, hating how you forget how eye contact with Tae felt like. "You wanna hang out tonight? I sort of prepared something." He picked on his sleeve, nervously staring through you. "Uhm...sure." You quietly spoke, your blank look still well existent on your face.

"8 PM." He accidentally brushed his upper arm against yours, causing you to feel the heavy burden of his touch. "What do you want to do?" You asked, hating how the entire situation seemed so weird and unexplained. As soon as you asked him the question that began wandering through thin air, Taehyung's mind visited many places. He thought about the way he'd gently make love to you and kiss you and hold you until your last moments spent together. However, Tae's common sense was in a cruel competition with his feelings, leaving him to decide what was actually the right thing to do for the both of you.

"Maybe just chill a little bit? I bought your favourite chips, maybe we can watch a movie or something after I show you what I found for you." Taehyung even managed to smile, making you sigh with a soft smile too. "That sounds nice." You were looking into his eyes, the warmth of your look causing him to feel at ease. “You don’t hate me or anything, right?” He asked a bit of a risky question, his eyes fixed on your lips to read off your response. “I can’t be mad at you, Tae. Often times I wish I could be.” You scoffed a soft chuckle out, your words reassuring him to the fullest extent. “Well, I’m glad.” He softly smiled, focusing his attention back on the lesson, that was very close to its end. “Hey, what did you get for me?” You furrowed your eyebrows out of confusion, trying to figure out what was possibly the gift he would have get you for that night. Taehyung smiled and opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by the bell that had just gone off, finishing your last period for the day. “Saved by the bell.” Tae chuckled, his infamous grin appearing before you. You rolled your eyes and chuckled too, the murmurs of the classroom suddenly disturbing silence minutes prior. “Hey, everyone! Don’t forget your oral presentations of your essays by the end of the school year! Running short on time, don’t think you’ll get it done in one sitting!” The teacher warned, too late for some students who were the quickest to leave as the rest just sighed upon remembering they had another thing to get done by the end of the school year.

Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows the same way you did, so you decided to ask the teacher what were this oral presentations about that you haven’t heard of. The reason to why you had no idea what was it about, was very obvious to both of you. It was probably a lesson which you skipped to go get high or fuck at Taehyung’s house as it often was empty for a few hours in the afternoon. Both of you gulped, Taehyung a bit harder since it probably had to do with, to him, “boring” history.

“Sorry, what are these presentations about? Taehyung and I must have missed that lesson.“ You politely asked, your shy tone somehow turning Tae on. Really wanting to understand the task, he focused on the teacher and not your voice, something that was very hard of him to do. “Oh, right. Don’t worry, since you all you kids have a lot going on with college applications, I am just giving you an essay to write about your future. Maybe how you see yourself in a few years time, or how should you learn from the past by then. And, since we’ve been studying history for years, we might as well focus on future a little bit.” As he spoke, he had no idea how heavy those words were hit you and Taehyung. You glanced at Tae, who hated the universe for playing you both dirty like that.

“Thank you, sir,” Taehyung politely expressed, his eyes still showing nervousness. “Yes, t-thank you.“ You slightly muttered from how awful it was that it all fit perfectly enough to create a disaster.

You stood in front of Tae as soon as you exited the classroom. “Well, that’s... funny enough.“ You chuckled at the way the situation of a complicated future without Tae couldn’t leave you alone, even if it was during a History class, ironically. “The universe keeps fucking with us, great.“ Taehyung made a funny expression, making you chuckle. Seeing you smile like that, he immediately softened. Taehyung looked around and observed how most of your peers observed you, still fixed on the rumours involving the two of you. “Well, uh, I’m going to go study.“ He nodded in a friendly manner. You couldn’t hold a smile back, feeling the need to truly use every moment you’d get with Tae.

“Great. Uhh, 8 PM? Tonight?“ You smiled and asked to confirm his invitation. “Yes.“ He giggled, the whole aura feeling so pure as if you reunited after many years. “See you.“ You tried to walk away, but Taehyung softly pressed his pointer finger under your chin and leaned in to kiss you. His soft lips were always a main tool to make your brain go numb for a few seconds and restart itself again. You pulled away and smiled, both of you not caring about the people around you. “See you.“ He smiled, walking backwards for a while until he started walking to the library.

Seeing him smile like that became more obvious to you what to do. There was no point in wallowing in inevitable misery so much that you could not even focus on studying when you needed it the most. So, with that thought you collected motivation to actually have a future, wanting to study as soon as you get home. And his smile was enough to you that until those few weeks pass, there was nothing to worry about between the two of you. Using time in a quality way with him was all you decided to do, and you were glad your decision was as simple as that.

And because of that day, you began believing that there could be bad days that turn into much more pleasant ones. That day, you couldn’t stop smiling, even as you stood in front of his house, hesitant to knock at 8:03 PM.

Taehyung opened the door just before you knocked, the timing making both of you jump in place. “Scared me.” You giggled, pressing your hands closer to your chest in a clenched fists. He giggled at your cuteness, his heart jumping too. “Awww, I’m sorry Y/N.” He pulled you closer and pecked your lips unexpectedly, causing your cheeks to redden slightly. Once you took a step inside, you observed the romantic setting inside Taehyung really worked hard on. Taking off your shoes, you couldn't help but to stare around, finding more details each second. The tall red candles gave the room such smooth dimmed lighting that perfectly matched the red cushions on the couch and a little red bow on Yeontan's head, who was just resting by the sofa. Seeing the bow, you decided to tease him about his dog.

"You're giving me Yeontan, really?!" You squealed to tease him, immediately earning a laugh out of him. He shook his head in denial, pulling you closer to him. "No. But first, this is for you." He held a red rose in front of you, making you raise an eyebrow. "A rose. A dressing shirt that suites you nice." You eyed him up and down. "To what do I deserve this attention, young man?" You teased, your cheeks matching the warm tone of the rose. "Because you're amazing. And I want to spend these last few weeks with you the best way I could. So, I'll give you all at once. I'll give you everything we should have experienced in the future." He smiled, making your eyes water. "Tae." You furrowed your eyebrows over the realisation, but Taehyung shushed you up. "No. Let me guide you through this house. Every room has a part of future version of us." He continued. "Can you let me do that?" Tae lifted your chin so you'd look at him, the depth he showed causing you to pull him into a deep kiss. You nodded.

He smiled widely and lead you to the couch. "This candle lit room I imagined looking should present an anniversary of ours, maybe even a proposal night." He explained, looking at the rose in your hand. "A pr-proposal?" You giggled. "Look between the petals in the middle of your rose." He instructed, picking up little Yeontan who seemed very sleepy. You furrowed your eyebrows and took another look at the beautifully scented red rose, noticing a silver ring inside with small black crystals around it Taehyung bought. "Oh my God! You're fake proposing me." You chuckled, immediately putting the ring on. He smiled upon seeing your reaction, taking the rose away so you'd drool over your new jewelry more. "Thank you, Taehyung. And yes. I do." You giggled again, causing him to kiss you over how adorable you were being.

Yeontan was half asleep in Taehyung's gentle arms, so he hurried to give some meaning to the bow on his head too. "This little guy represents the first dog we would get." He smiled as you softly caressed Yeontan's back fur. "I had no idea you had so much planned for us." You looked down to Tan's little muzzle, almost squealing at how adorable he looked with that red bow. "Of course I did." He smiled and left a kiss onto your knuckles, loving the way that new ring complimented your feminine hands. "Let's move up the stairs." He let Yeontan jump from his arms as he took your hand and made you follow him up the stairs. The stairs carried a story of a sort too.

Every stair itself had a photo taped to the smooth wood from your childhood, from the two of you being babies to the sandpit at the nearby park you used to play at as kids. Three steps up, you smiled at the picture of your and Tae's first day of school, standing in your oversized backpacks. That picture alone made you cherish your school days with Tae and realise how those days were going to end soon. You walked up slowly, smiling even wider at your chubby cheeks and Taehyung's skinny arms at his 14th birthday party that the whole class attended. His baby-like features made you smile up to him as he tried to sink in every adoring reaction from your face. The last photo at the top of the stairs was a polaroid picture you took a few months ago a family gathering. Taehyung's broadened shoulders and slightly matured facial features really showed off how much he has grown. And you were leaning against him for support, your eyes closed and lips curled into a smile.

"Wow. I can't believe you kept all of those." You smiled as you stroked his thumb with your own smaller one, staring through Tae with admiration. He pressed a soft peck onto your forehead and continued to guide you to the guest room where he had pressed two red sofas together, candle lights illuminating that room too. "This, my dear Y/N, is our first date." He threw himself into the sofa, pulling you down so you'd sit on yours too. He offered you popcorn from a red carton box that resembled the popcorn from your nearest cinema. He switched the volume on a already turned on TV, recreating a date at a cinema. The low quality movie on the screen gave a meaning to both of you being amateur movie critics. You chuckled once you realised it all and took a few popcorn as you spent about 10 seconds experiencing that god-awful movie. "God, this movie is terrible, let's get out of here." He turned off the TV very quickly, making you giggle at his randomness. You followed him out of the room, holding tightly of his hand.

"My main present for you is in this room." He guided you to his sister's room, towards her desk. You widened your eyes once you realised what Taehyung bought you. It was a medical book of human anatomy, something well needed for your future as a medical student. You've been searching for that exact detailed book for months, and Taehyung had it hidden away from you for a long time. That gesture proved to how how supportive he actually was about your future. You turned towards him and opened your mouth in realisation. "Tae." You spoke in a endearing tone, your voice showing nothing but gratitude. "You're gonna need that. I found it in a store during my visit in Seoul. I had to buy it for you." He smiled, taking you in his embrace. You sat down and with awe began skimming through the book. He sat down next to you, resting his fingers on his worn out blue book about Baroque architecture, paintings and sculptures. "Who said we can't study together anymore?" He softly smiled, making your eyes water again. "C'mon. Tell me something about, uhh, human anatomy." His words made you laugh, and you couldn't help yourself but to play along. You opened a random page about bone anatomy and immediately connected some medical expressions and bone structure names to your already somewhat of a knowledge.

Taehyung actually sink in every words you spoke, even asking you some questions as you spoke for a few minutes. You smiled widely once you finished and stared at his book. "Care to share something about...uhh...baroque?" You question, your lack of knowledge making him giggle.

You still remember the first time Taehyung left you breathless. And funny enough, it was that exact evening. He talked about art with such interest you had no idea how he would actually be attracted to the emotional aspects such as art and Baroque. It was one of his favourite art period, so he spoke so easily about it. You kept staring at him in admiration, loving that deeper version of Tae that was finally unleashed before your eyes, leaving him as vulnerable a you were.

"Wow, that sounded...amazing." You were left speechless, his knowledge overwhelming you. He smiled widely again, finally being able to share a part of his knowledge with someone. "And that book is almost about to decompose." You giggled. "Oh, believe me. That's nothing. You should see my book about Impressionism. Had to tape most pages. Twice." His words made you laugh, both of you enjoying the moment. "Now, off to the last room we go." He whispered as he got up, making you follow him behind with your brand new heavy book. He lead you to his room, but first he pressed a soft kiss against your lips, taking your book so you wouldn't need to hold it yourself. You opened his door and parted your mouth open at the sight.

Taehyung had recreated the tree house in his own room. Pushed his bed closer to the window, leaving warm blankets and only one pillow in the exact same colour of yellow as the one in the tree house. The orange and red hanging lights illuminated the entire room as the two of your flashlights rested on the floor. He even scattered the pillows around the room and took down his posters, only to put up blankets with various designs that carried the exact same aura that the tree house had. "Taehyung. Wow." Your eyes watered again, the more you stared around, the more convincing it got.

"And here we are. Tree house. No future can run away from the past, right?" He smile at you as he put your book on the wooden log he stole from the tree house because he had no idea where to get a new one. He wrapped his arms around you, making you lean against his chest. The colder breeze from an open window made your hands run away to his warm chest that vibrated from his rapid heart beat.

"Other than a really amazing meaning, I thought this room might use for something else. Something you mentioned that got stuck to me." He slightly smirked. "What is that?" You spoke in a softer tone, pulling him closer so your breasts pressed against his torso. "I will soften your words and say that this room should be for us making love without protection for the first time. I know that always meant a lot for you. And I told you how I wanted it to be special for you. And special for me, because fuck, I really want to feel all of you wrapped around me." The mood switched pretty quickly, making you raise an eyebrow at him and chuckle in a shy way. "Wow, you really softened that up." You chuckled at his shyness. "Come here." You whispered and pulled him in for a kiss, that he instantly reacted too. You slipped in your tongue, dominating him for a few seconds before he switched your attention but sucking on your lip gently. You moaned into his mouth and intertwined your fingers with his hair, your other hand stroking his neck and chest. Taehyung groaned and gave your neck some attention, kissing down it in a very lustfully driven way.

"Can I make love to you like that, Princess?" He hungrily whispered in your ear, completely losing focus. "Yes, Tae. Please. I want to feel you." You let out a breathy moan once he found your sweet spot. He couldn't help himself so his hand travelled down to your behind as he squeezed your ass cheek, wanting too feel your curves under his palms. "Do you trust me?" He breathed out, his question making you want to look him in the eyes to reassure him. "I really do, Tae." You stared through him before you kissed him again, feeling him relax under your touch.

Taehyung began eagerly kissing you, making you walk backwards to his bed. Your head hit the soft yellow pillow as he hovered on top of you, leaving kisses down your neck and exposed collarbones due to your blouse almost slipping off. "You really should wear shirts more often." You smiled during the kiss, making him giggle. He tilted his head and bit his lip at the way you hungrily started to unbutton his shirt, always in love with his golden skin tone. You took it off of him, your hands immediately feeling grateful to slide up his neck and chest more easily. You moaned once you felt him cup your heat, so you helped him take off your clothes the fastest you could. Taehyung attacked your bare breasts with kisses as soon as he removed your blouse and a bra. Your nipples hardened under the touch of his lips and his saliva that coated them whole. He began sucking on your nipples, causing you to brush your heat against his gradually hardening crotch. Tae took off his pants the messiest way possible, only to keep kissing you eagerly.

He traced his finger up your barely clothed slit once your pants flew off the bed when you took them off. Tae's finger that lazily circled your clothed nub made you spread your legs wide, feeling very needy of him. He began sucking on the soft skin of your breast as you let out breathy moans filled with pleasure. "Ahhh, Tae." You whined, desperate to feel him more.

Suddenly, you felt more wetness seep through your panties and you drooled at the sight. Taehyung took his hard length in his hand and began rubbing it against your clothed folds in such desperation you've never seen. He shut his eyes and began groaning, stroking himself only slightly to get some relief. "Take them off, baby. Please, Tae." You whined again, rolling your hips against his solid cock. "Fuck." He groaned and hooked his finger onto the hem of your panties, slipping them off with ease. You both breathed into each other's mouth once he began rubbing his bare throbbing member against your bare womanhood. "Fuck." You lustfully spoke and kissed him hungrily, keeping eye contact with him the entire time. Taehyung shut his eyes and begged for you to slide onto him. You clung onto his neck and hair with your arms and wrapped your legs around his waist, knowing that position would make him reach even further. Unintentionally, both of you crashed your hips together at the same time, causing both of you to moan almost instantly once Tae's member filled you up entirely. His wet and Tae length gave off a sensation you never experienced before as the natural lubricant of his member made it so much easier to slide and and out of you. You felt his hard tip poke the back of you, making you choke a moan out. Taehyung adored the new sensation even more, feeling your tight folds clench around him hard. Both if you were completely united with each other and it felt better than imagined.

He started rocking his hips inside of you, his tip becoming more sensitive every time he’d hit the back of your walls. You moaned in pleasure, pulling him in for a kiss with every few thrusts. “Oh God, you feel so amazing. I like it so so much.” He groaned, speeding up the pace by rocking his hips harder and faster into you, completely filling you up. The sloppy wet sounds filled the room that matched with your whines and Taehyung’s groans. Tae started kissing your neck again, biting down on the oft flesh he dearly loved. The harder you kept pulling his hair, the faster he began fucking into you, causing your breasts to bounce up and down. He straightened his back, the position of it helping him to speed up his pace. He kept biting his lip and shutting his eyes over the sight of how much you loved his big member filling you up. Taehyung used his hand to rub circles onto your clit. He completely speed up the pace of penetrating your womanhood, making you uncontrollably moan. “Your whining is so hot, Princess.” He groaned, fucking into your tight entrance even harder. The moment and the feeling of it all arousing him so much, Taehyung had to stop and grip himself for a second to get composed.

He stopped thrusting into you very abruptly, leaving you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. Then he placed a small peck onto your lips before going in for a long gentle kiss that left you lingering for more. "You stopped to kiss me?" You giggled in a adoring manner. "Nope. I stopped to not come so quickly." He directly teased, making you open your mouth in shock. You playfully slapped his shoulder and pulled him in for another kiss, feeling him slowly rock his hips back and forth inside of you. He stopped again for another few seconds, keeping his dick buried deep inside of you. You began clenching around him on purpose, causing him to moan instantly. “D-don’t do that. I don’t want to c-come yet.” He shut his eyes, gripping your hip to keep you in place as a warning sign.

You kept kissing him for distraction, and felt proud once you realised it worked. Taehyung teased himself long enough to hold back his orgasm, so he was back at it, rocking his hips inside of you. You began moaning once you started feeling his big member twitch inside of you, loving the way it filled you up with every thrust. “Ahh, screw that.” He denied his own wish, the need to fuck you restlessly occupying his mind. Taehyung hooked your leg around his waist again, speeding up his pace by fucking into you with no hesitation. You kept whining and moaning, your voice turning him on to the point he couldn’t even explain anymore. He wished he could have always heard your sweet moans, and he wished he could have always re-lived the sight that was right in front of him.

“Tae, baby, I’m so c-close.“ You kept moaning as his hand rubbed fast on your sensitive clitoris, causing your folds to clench tighter. Taehyung nodded that he was close too, his words barely audible from all that groaning. You arched your back and shut your eyes all your erogenous zones awakening as the spasming of your muscles began hitting every pleasurable nerve inside your body. You clenched so hard around Tae, he knew that was his cue to climax too. He quickly pulled his member out of you and brushed it against your stomach. After only two strokes of his hand, he spasmed too, letting out choked moans.His seed spurted out onto your belly, sticking to it almost instantly. Taehyung panted heavily, leaning his forehead against yours.

“Fuck, that was amazing.“ You gigged, softly kissing him. “You are amazing.“ He replied in a cheesy way, making you adore that side of him too. And you smiled again.

The romantic evening Taehyung prepared was something you never knew he was able to do. His heart calmed down that night completely with you in his arms, in a complete contrast from his loud and full of life heart beat he lived with every single day. You were, for the first time, incredibly amazed by Taehyung. You were honoured too, wishing you had known about that side of him before. And a lot went through Tae’s head that night too. He realised he had never tried that hard for any girl before you. And it wasn’t just because he knew you the longest, but rather the case of Taehyung knowing he actually loved a girl on a much more deeper way.

And for some reason, every bone in his body knew you felt the same way too. There were facts you loved him, but just like he learned from art, it should be doubted a lot to find the real truth behind the meaning of it or its true origin.

And with that thought he drifted off to sleep, and drifted off with that exact thought to many dreams during those few weeks. Your following few weeks featured morning coffee and not even one skipped lesson nor one puff of joint. Not even sex, because ever since that romantic night, you agreed upon leaving your “love making” at that exact point. Being hormone driven teens, fooling around was, of course, allowed. Every day was precious somehow, starting from your matching yellow coffee mugs and your definitely not matching fields of profession both of you additionally studied for.

Your late mornings were then spent at school full of unnecessary people that finally began being truly unnecessary to you. Some lessons were helpful too, well, depending on if it was beneficial to you or Tae. The afternoons were spent for relaxation, whether if it was cuddling with Yeontan at his house, or watching trashy movies at yours. Evening was specially reserved for keeping interest in each other’s fields, your idea as a way to both accept each other.

Sometimes, both of you hated some abstract art pieces you visited at many exhibitions, and other times both of you made fun of some medical dolls with organs inside that should have helped beginners with its placement at the smaller medicinal conventions for future doctors and nurses. Tae tried to place the organs correctly too, but you laughed way too hard once he tried to shove in the plastic liver where the bowels belonged. It was either laughing at him for that or the fact he squeezed every plastic breast of every medical female doll there. You spent your entire days with Tae, and both of your mother’s understood that due to the college situation that was discussed, still having no idea there could be something more between you two.

That’s when it really began seeming simple. It was a weird thing to realise how simple people get and put the complex feelings away once they have a clock counting down the moments with their favourite person. You really felt the pressure of the clock the day when both of yours’ college applications came back in a written form. Both yours and his parents were away at a double date they often went to, not knowing that the future of their kids was right in front of them inside those envelopes.

You both were thankful you applied a week earlier, that day not even meeting each other how stressed you were.

“Shit.“ Taehyung muttered once he opened the mailbox to find his letter inside. He quickly gripped it and ran without hesitation to your house, knowing on the door repeatedly. You slowly opened the door, terrified itself. “I got the letter.“ He gulped hard, staring through you. “I got it too.“ You gulped as well, holding it in your hand the same way he was. “Should we open them?“ He got in, gulping again. You closed the door with a nod. Tae kicked his shoes off and nervously followed you up to your room. You walked around your bed in a panicked manner, both of you freaking out.

“Let′s read each other’s. That way it’s easier.“ He calmed you down by stroking your upper arms, leaving a kiss against your forehead. You nodded and handed him your envelope as he did the same. You opened them almost instantly, staring at the paper to sink in every letter.

“You...you got in, Princess.“.“Tae, you got in!“ Both of you spoke at the same time, widening your eyes at each other. You squealed and hugged him hard, only for him to start kissing your lips firmly a few seconds later. “I got in, I got fucking in!“ Your eyes were watering, Taehyung’s proud gaze piercing through you. “I got in.“ He spoke in a same tone, looking at your loving eyes. However, your tone suddenly went flat. “We...we got in.“ You realised what that meant. Taehyung pulled you into a hug not to think about it, but you couldn’t help yourself to not speak about it. “It’s Thursday today. Tae, tomorrow’s last day of school.“ You looked down to your feet. “I know. And, I wanna spend time with you tonight. Before I leave. And, before you hear my essay about my own future for History class.“ He softly spoke. “Can you promise me we’ll try to find some time to catch up?“ You asked a very important question. “I’ll definitely try my hardest. I promise you that.“ He pressed a kiss onto your lips as he softly stroked your cheek with his thumb.

You nodded and kissed him back, trying to savour the taste of his lips so much that you’d always be able to remember them. “What if tonight we revisit the past? Only a bit more kissing.“ He chuckled, making you slightly puzzled. “What do you mean?“ You giggled at him.

"We don't need to do anything to each other tonight. I don't want to be a fuck up like I always am. I'll jerk off by myself and you can do that too. Just let me watch. I won't touch you yet. I promise." Taehyung quoted himself word by word, making you immediately chuckle once you realised he spoke those words the first time both of you ever fooled around - this time a lot more sober and with a lot more of passion. "Wow. It all comes back to this." You softly smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Yeah, but now, I can kiss you. A lot." Taehyung brushed his nose against yours and left a few soft kisses onto your lips. You smiled but soon deepened the kiss, gripping his hair between your fingers as you started to suck on his lip gently.

"Can I restrain from touching you like the old times?" Taehyung teased, the idea of both of you kissing and pleasuring yourselves sounding very sensual. "I shall not do that to you too." You teased back, attaching his lips with yours again. You pulled him onto your bed behind you. Tae crawled on top of you, slowly kissing you to savour the softness of your lips. He was caressing your sides in a very gentle manner, and you followed that romantic moment too. He slowly began unbuttoning your jeans, stopping once you started to unbuckle his belt.

Taehyung left lingering kisses onto your lips, desperate for you to take the initiative, something he barely let you do. You pulled him by his shirt closer and began kissing him by entering your tongue inside his mouth, swirling it around for dominance. Taehyung's hands gripped your sides and began undressing you with ease.

And before you knew it, you revisited the past and created a much more sensual one. The room was filled with breathy moans from both of you, your eyes scanning each other and touching yourselves without pleasuring the other person. Taehyung’s soft hair was scattered on your pillow, his face showing such great pleasure as he stared you down with a lustful look in his eyes. You, opposite him, observed the way he gently stroked his cock to the sound of your moans and the sight of you circling your clit as you moaned his name out. He adored your curves, his other hand resting on your cheek as he kept kissing you. Both of you shared the intimacy of the moment and softly kissing each other and touched yourselves. And you teased your own orgasms for a while, wanting to make those nights last as long as they could.

And your hot breaths filled each other’s mouths as you both reached your orgasms, grabbing onto each other to shake off such a violent wave of pleasure. It was one of your last sleepless nights, well, your last sleepless night. Both of your sleepiness was shown during that History class the following day. The day you took Taehyung the most seriously than ever.

You read out your own essay, only some people interested in it that were, of course, having the same ambitions as you in the medical field. The presentation wasn’t anything outstanding, but your choice of smart words made it impressive to listen too. Then, right after Tae smiled at you for writing it very well, it was his turn. You finally got a chance to listen to Taehyung's essay, taking his shown effort into account for it to be the best one he's ever written.

"The Beauty of Simplicity. By...Kim Taehyung." He randomly added, which caused a few chuckles form the last row.

"This year I chose my future. And it came in many forms." He glared at you for a second and continued, making you sink in every word he spoke.

"One of those forms, of course, is about a profession. But, my future profession cannot really be realistically described for it to have a point. Art always has a point, regardless of any pessimists who call themselves realists who would argue otherwise. To critique art, one needs to throw out any common sense out the window such as the corruption behind getting that painting to the exhibition or a museum and why it got there. To critique art, one needs to know the history behind it and why should it be considered outstanding now. The past cannot escape the present we know today and the future it holds. The true calling of art is the idea and the meaning behind every art piece. Why did that guy decide to paint that lady in that style? Or why is the colour red so dominant in that other painting? I have spent many and many hours researching to find answers to many great paintings we know today. And when you get overwhelmed with so much information, it causes you to realise one simple thing that somehow invites that common sense back into the picture. Maybe we shouldn’t analyse art too much. We focus on the proportions, the technique, the little white spot at left the corner and if it was intentional or not. Those elements are important to notice, yes, but doesn’t the beauty lie in something that’s so complicated that it becomes simple? That’s how it should be...or feel at least. So, yes, my dream profession is difficult to explain because there are no “facts” or correct way to do art. But when one painting becomes so beautifully simple before your eyes, all do. From messy Van Gogh, who used the brush strokes to create clean definition of objects so simply. To Klimt, using those simple geometric forms in a much more difficult setting of voluminous form of a woman gave it a deeper and more important meaning. Using the simple aspects and mixing them with much more technically difficult elements created a harmony. Because simplicity is not always literal. I think that in real life, and in art, the beauty of simplicity does not come without complex elements because if there weren't any complex aspects, no one would be able to recognise what simplicity actually is. And it usually creates a thin line between such simplicity and insanity, explaining why most of those paintings were crazy if you think about it. So, regardless of what I do, my life canvas should show both complexity and simplicity, because that way I can create a harmony for my own sanity.“ Taehyung finished reading, leaving you in awe. Everyone was clapping because they were so surprised of Taehyung’s inner artistic side.

Taehyung sent you a smile as he proudly glared at you. And you smiled back at him. And the look in his eye was enough for you to realise you had reached simplicity covered by the heavy colours on your shared canvas all along.

And you knew you’ll both be fine as long as that canvas gets a home, even it exists gracefully in the past, inside your beloved tree house.

a/n: oof we’re here. Thank you so much for keeping up with this LONG story, I’m so grateful for your support. I’ve had so much fun writing these long ass chapters for the past few months and I’m glad how it turned out to be.

Also, what if I told you this is not the end of them hhmmmm? I have some amazing ideas for when they reunite but idk if I should write it

Maybe, we’re gonna see. Thank you so much for the support again, means a lot (((:

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so i literally had a dream that you wrote IBVS errorlust - i dont know how since lust isnt in IBVS, but im throwing that here as a suggestion anyways lmao if you ever wanna write it

So you’re dreaming of me, Galli? Kidding, obviously, but yes. I immediately fell in love with this have 2812 words of my BS. It’s midnight now when did that happen.

IBVS @onebizarrekai

The new school was interesting, to say the least. Hanging upside down in one of the climbing ropes, Lucian watched the other students in the gym. Ink – or Isaac, he supposed, but no one seemed to call him that – sat in the corner with his friend Chris, glaring at the ‘school king’, who was hanging out with his buddies by the weights. He sniggered at his own pun, reaching up to grab the rope and pull himself upright again. The world spun for a moment as he did.Too much blood in his head. And wasn’t that a weird concept too? What even was a school king, anyway?

A couple eyes were on him, which was expected. With his dark red hair, freckles, and green eyes, he knew he was attractive. And of course, being in the position he was, it was bound he’d get attention. He grinned down at those staring at him, tiny so far below, and let himself fall upside down again. He was just under the high ceiling. If he’d climb just a bit higher, he could easily touch it. When he glanced up, he saw that his turquoise tank top had slid down, revealing his tanned stomach. Well that explained why some of them looked so doe-eyed. Lucian chuckled, winking at one of the girls down there. His grin only grew as she blushed.

He’d heard that he’d already been given one of those nicknames ‘Error’ was so fond of giving out. Lust. He couldn’t say it wasn’t fitting, he’d always been a flirt. He’d had at least a dozen datemates of various stages of seriousness in his old school before they moved here. Not on the same time, of course, except that one time it had been polyamory and perfectly consensual. Being a flirt didn’t excuse being a jerk after all.

In the corner of his eye, he saw Error get up, and he raised an eyebrow as he waved for his… friends? Minions? To not follow him. He made his way over toward the doors, and that meant his way would go past Lucian. He regarded the other appreciatively. Error was good-looking, he had to give him that. With that dark hair and those brown eyes… well. One couldn’t blame a guy for trying, right?

Just as he came past, he heaved himself up and basically let go off the rope. Quick as a viper, he slid down. It burned through his sweatpants, but it was a familiar sensation. Just before he hit the floor, he grasped the rope again, stopping himself.

Only a meter away at the moment, Error twitched, swearing in surprise. He glared at Lucian, who just smiled. “What the fuck, dude?”

“Hello, Edward,” he said, extending his hand as he jumped down on the floor. He smiled his most charming smile. “Or Error, if you prefer that. I don’t believe we’ve met. You’re looking Sharp.” When Error just stared at him in bewilderment, he grinned. “That’s me. Lucian Sharp. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

“Oh. Yeah, you’re the one who’ve already tried to get half the school in bed, aren’t you?”

He blinked, smile turning loop-sided. “Well. Get them in bed is a bit of a stretch. I’m just being friendly! New city and all, I do need to make some friends.”

Error looked unimpressed, shoving him aside. “Well I’msure as hell not going to be one of them. Keep out of my way, Lust.”

Stumbling to the side, Lucian raised an eyebrow. He hummed as the other left and regarded him from behind. The corners of his mouth tugged upwards.

He always did like a challenge.

…

“Thank you darling.” Lust smiled brightly at the ice cream seller as he handed him a strawberry cone. “I love your hair!”

“Thank you,” the ice cream man replied, smiling as he pulled his fingers through his blue-dyed hair. “Oh, and that’s two dollars and fifty cents.”

Nodding, he reached into the pocket of his tight jeans, fishing out three coins and handing them to the seller. Then he turned around to his newest friend, Bianca, who was already licking at her ice cream. She reached out to brush off some dirt from his black tank top. It had a purple heart in the middle – his favourite motif. Over it, he wore a short jeans jacket, since it was a bit chilly today.

As she pulled her hand back, she subtly pointed behind him. “Hey Lucy, Look who’s in the park today.”

“Oh?” He turned around and she stepped up to join him. A delighted smile lit up his face. Oh my gosh. That was Error, by the fountain, with a kid. The kid was the palest person Lucian had ever seen, and he was pointing eagerly at something Lucian couldn’t see. But what he could see was that Error was listening attentively, nodding as the kid chattered on. “That’s so cute,” he squealed, clapping his hands together. He loved kids, and stars, seeing Error so gentle with one just made him even more attractive. He seized Bianca’s hand, pulling her toward the fountain. She laughed and obediently followed.

“Error! Hi!” he called, and Error twisted around. They pushed themselves through a crowd and he ignored the stranger who yelled “Nice ass!” at either him or Bianca in favour of waving.

Error’s eyes widened as he saw them. He threw himself on his feet, scowling. “What do you want, Lust?”

“Ed, who’s that?” the kid asked, eyes flickering between them. Curiosity shone in them as he looked at Lucian, and Lucian smiled wider, waving at him as well.

“Hello kiddo. We’re Edward’s classmates. And we just wanted to say hi!”

“Well now you’ve done that, go the fuck away,” Error growled.

Lucian pouted, crossing his arms. “Now that’s not very nice, sweetheart.”

“And I should care why?” Error grabbed the kid’s hand, turning his back to them. “C’mon Geno, we’ll go somewhere without annoyances.”

Soon he was gone. Bianca patted his shoulder. “Sorry, pal. Even if I’m not sure why you decided you like Edward Quinton of all people.”

He chuckled, grinning at her. “Oh I’m not giving up that easily. I am befriending him if it’s the last thing I do.”

“I admire your stubbornness.”

“You should,love.”

…

It was one of the cronies that finally made him snap.

Catcalls, he could take. It was what you got when you dressed like he did and flirted with anyone who seemed nice. Even certain kinds of touches he hadn’t asked for. Lucian was in no way uncomfortable with physical contact, in fact he craved it. But when he was just trying to get to class in time, as he was running late, and one of those huge jocks grabbed him and pressed him up against one of the lockers with one of those disgusting smiles on his face, he wasn’t going to stand for it. The metal lockers were cold against his back as he gritted his teeth, glaring at the enormous teen holding his arms in place. He could taste the other’s breath, and it was making him nauseous.

“Let. Me. Go,” he growled, clenching his fists until his nails dug into his palms. He stared straight into the jock’s blue eyes.

“Nah,” the jock said flippantly, grinning wider. “I don’t think I will, sweetheart.”

In that very moment, the bell rang for the second time. Class had begun. Oh fuck this. “Last warning. Let go off me. I’m late for class, you asshole.” He got a similar response.

“Fuck you,” he spat. Just as the jock opened his mouth to make some ‘clever’ comeback, he threw up with his knee, right into his crotch as hard as he could. The jock groaned and let go off him, bending over. Without a word, Lucian stepped around him, grabbing his arm and twisted it behind his back. The jock whimpered as he held it in an iron grip, threatening to dislocate the other’s shoulder. Smiling sweetly, he leaned over thejock’s shoulder. “Don’t you dare try something like that again, darling,” he whispered. “To anyone. I didn’t go to self-defence classes for seven years to be harassed in the school hallway. Understood?”

When they nodded, wide-eyed, he let go off them. He jerked his backpack off the ground, throwing it over one of his shoulders. “Now if you excuse me, I must go explain to Ms. Williams exactly why I’m late.”

Without gracing the jock with a gaze, he turned around and began his trek to the classroom. Just as he reached a corner, Error came around, stopping dead as he saw the jock still on the ground, nursing his aching arm. What a baby. Lucian had had far worse than that in gymnastics training. He smiled humourlessly at Error. “Tell your buddies to stay the fuck away from me, ‘kay, sweetheart? I really don’t like people who try to force themselves into others’ space.” He didn’t wait for an answer before he stepped past the other. “Thank you, love. Really appreciate it.”

He could still feel Error’s stare in his back as he slipped into the right classroom.

…

The wind was frisk as he ran home. His bag bounced on his back and his skirt flapped around his legs as his feet thumped against the pavement. He hadn’t even stayed to say goodbye to Bianca and his other new friends, had been straight out of school as soon as the clock rang the last time. His fingers clenched around the shoulder strap and his gritted his teethas his street came into view. He stopped in his tracks, raising his arm to wipe away the tears he’d finally let slip when he left school. Then he picked up wet wipes from his bag to wipe off his face. He took a deep breath. He couldn’t let his brother worry.

It was his old school all over again. There was no way he was going to detention for defending himself again. He’d hire a lawyer if he must. Fuck, he should’ve learnt by now that schools never did anything about their ‘stars’. Lucian bit down on his lip to force himself to stop crying. Stupid. That was what he was, for thinking it would be different after they moved away. He’d always been too optimistic.

Exhaling, he stepped around the last corner into his street. The rose hedge stood tall, making it impossible to see inside the garden until he reached the metal gate. There, he froze with one hand on it. He blinked to make sure he was seeing right. “Error?” exclaimed, voice full of disbelief.

The school king looked up from his phone where he stood, leaned against a porch pillar. He smirked as he saw Lucien’s shock. “Lust,” he greeted, nodding.

After a moment, Lucien gathered himself and opened the gate, so he could come inside. God was he glad he’d cleaned himself up now. “What are you doing here, love?”

“I’m impressed,” Error admitted, “with how you dealt with Jesper. He’s an asshole, but a strong one.”

Smiling faintly, Lucien dropped his bag on the porch, sticking his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket. “Thanks. My parents made me and my brother go to self-defence when I started developing my own style. Not everyone’s so understanding of a pansexual, flirty guy who likes to wear ‘women’s’ clothes sometimes.” Extra emphasis on ‘women’s’. It was 2018, people. Why was there even such a thing anymore? Clothes were clothes.

“Well, you’re good.” He stuck his hand into his pocket, fishing up a paper that he threw to Lucian. He caught it mid-air, unfolding it in befuddlement. “A written statement from Jesper about how nothing of what happened was your fault. I live only two blocks away, so I thought I might as well deliver it myself. Give it to the principal, and you’ll be out of detention in no time.”

And indeed. As he read the paper, that was exactly what it was. Jesper, as he apparently was called, took on all guilt and declared Lucian’s actions self-defence. He stared at the paper, reading it over thrice before he turned up to look at Error, mouth agape. “But- Why?”

Error shrugged. “Hey I’m an asshole, but in difference to what you may think, I’m not a supporter of sexual harassment. Anyway, I better get home. See you.”

Before Lucian could get out a word, he was gone. Warmth blossomed in his chest as he stared after him. His eyes flickered back down to the paper, and he smiled brightly. Tears welled up in his eyes again, this time from joy.

Perhaps things would be different after all.

…

After that, he started to hang out around Error more insistently. Jesper avoided him, and so did a couple else of the ‘cronies’, as he’d overheard Ink call them when speaking to Chris. Or Cross. Honestly, he wasn’t sure who he should call by their nicknames and who wanted him to use their names. He’d have to ask Chris someday.

And at some point, Error had come to accept his company, as well as Bianca’s, since she was his new bestie and often came with him to annoy Error.

At this point, he couldn’t deny either that he had fallen in love with the school king. Not that he often denied his crushes or love-interests to himself anyway. But somehow, this did feel a little more serious than it usually did. He leaned on the fence outside of the soccer field, watching Error play with some of his friends. Lucian sighed happily as Error took the ball, dribbling it over the field. He’d actually been offered to play with them, but he’d never been much of a ball-person. Give him a pole or some ropes and he could do anything, but balls… No, not his thing.

He cheered loudly as Error kicked the ball, straight past the goalie, clapping his hands. Error dragged his hands through his hair, grinning at him, and his heart flipped. Oh the Lord have mercy on him. Except not really, he absolutely loved the fuzzy feeling in his chest when he saw Error smile at him.

Eventually, their game ended, and they all flocked around him to pick up their water bottles and some of them pulled of their shirts. Lucian was more than willing to admit most of them were incredibly handsome, but it was really only one of them who he hoped would follow suit. Unfortunately, he didn’t. Ah well.

“You were great, darling,” he sang, draping himself over Error’s shoulders, unbothered by how sweaty he was. “I’ve never cared for ball sports but it’s really fun to watch you play!”

Some of the jocks gave them amused gazes, but no one commented. Whether they simply didn’t much care or were too intimidated by Error, Lucian wasn’t sure. But he was willing to accept anything that meant Error wasn’t going to reject his affections. Even if they were just platonic at this stage.

“I know,” Error replied, obviously smug. Lucian chuckled, resisting the urge to kiss his cheek. Perhaps that’d be going a bit too far, and he didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

The other players soon dispelled, going into the changing rooms. Error escaped him to do the same, but in the spur of the moment, Lucian grabbed his hand. Turning around, confusion on his face, Error opened his mouth to speak. But before he could, Lucian pressed a hand over his mouth.

“I- I need to tell you something,” he said, his heart pounding in his chest. God what was he doing this was very much the plan he didn’t even know if Error liked guys, he might be straight for fuck’s sake- Before his brain could ramble away with him and make him panic, he took a deep breath as the other raised his eyebrows, letting him speak. “I- I like you. Romantically. I completely understand if you don’t feel the same and I’m sorry if I made this awkward but I just wanted to tell you but-”

A hand seized his wrist, pulling his hands away from Error’s mouth. He shut up, snapping his mouth closed. Error’s eyes glittered with amusement and that was good right? Meant he didn’t hate him now, at least. He yelped as Error suddenly pulled and he stumbled forward. Another hand caught his cheek, and his lips met Error’s. Lucian melted. He leaned in against the other, throwing his free arm over the other’s shoulder. Butterflies filled his stomach.

When they parted, he was breathless, and he was certain his cheeks were flushed red. A smile lit up his face. “So… Does that mean…?”

Error returned his smile. “Yeah I like you too, you idiot.”

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April 1, 2022

‘Sam Winchester’s Journal Entry #22 April Fool’s Day 39 years old’

“I never meant to be so bad to you”

I instantly jolted awake from out of a dead sleep at the sudden loud noise.

“One thing I said that I would never do”

It took a second, but I instantly knew that stupid song. Jerking upright, my head immediately collided with something hard. “Ahhh, shit!”

“A look from you and I would fall from grace”

“And that would wipe the smile right from my faaceee”

Holding my forehead, I finally looked around and realized the unreal situation I found myself in. Somehow the bed I’d gone to sleep in was floating in the air and hovering just about a foot from the ceiling of the room!

“Do you remember when we used to dance”

“And incidents arose from circumstance”

Rolling to the edge, I swung my legs off the bed and lightly dropped down to the floor. Stepping away from the bed, I just couldn’t understand what the hell was going on.

“One thing led to another we were young”

“And we would scream together songs Unsuuuuung”

Realization hit me as hard as a knock on the head. Today was Friday April 1st.

“Oh God, April Fool’s Day”

“It was the Heat of the Moment”

“Telling me what my heart meant”

“The Heat of the Moment shown in your eyes”

As the nightmare song continued to blare, I stumbled into the bathroom and switched on the light, half expecting the bulb to explode. When nothing happened except the normal lighted bulb, my heart slowed some of its racing rhythms. Shit. I’d known when I remembered it yesterday that I’d, for sure, have to throw out all my shampoo. No way was I risking another dousing with Nair.

Giving the bathroom a critical eye, I began to inspect every nook and cranny, just knowing that if a goddamn bed could be made to float… some other things had too certainly be amiss. It didn’t take long to discover the plastic-wrap covering the toilet and I tossed it, along with all of my hair care products, into the trash with a disgusted grunt.

Next, I carefully opened the toothpaste and gave it a sniff, it looked free from tampering. Pulling a still wrapped, new toothbrush from out of the drawer. I brushed my teeth feeling like a conquering hero. No way whoever was behind this was going to get the better of me today, regardless of the music I was forced to start the day with.

Rinsing off the toothbrush, I cupped a handful of water and rinsed the toothpaste out of my mouth. As I reached for the towel, I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror and was jolted by my now bright red lips! Grabbing for my mouth I saw that the hand I’d cupped the water with was also dyed red.

“Son of a ….”

Unable to get the dye completely scrubbed off, even with bar soap, I decided that the best thing to do would be to just get the hell out of the Bunker for the day and come back tomorrow after it was safe, and all the jokes had been played out on someone else. Maybe I could bunk at Eileen’s place or maybe Ruby’s. Anywhere would be less stressful than here.

Quickly changing to get the hell out of Dodge, I was soon derailed again when I couldn’t find the keys to the Charger. I knew where I left them… where I always leave them, but nope, they were gone. Also gone from their usual spot were the weapons I usually took when leaving the Bunker. This day was just getting better and better.

Stuffing my phone in my pocket I was a little nervous to see what kind of shape the rest of the Bunker might already be in and when I opened my door to see chewed up paper covering the floors outside it; I knew I was probably right to be concerned. But… none of the morning surprises prepared me for the sight of a green and purple, unicorn-onesie-wearing frozen Crowley in the front room.

“Wow... Sucks to be you”

Not bothering to burn any of my escape time leaving a note, I made a beeline for the front door of the Bunker and felt much better when I heard its heavy door clang shut behind me.

My wonderful rush of accomplishment at having survived yet another incarnation of the most juvenile holiday on the planet, only lasted as long as it took for my eyes to land on my car.

“No Way!”

All four wheels had been removed and a bright red DW had been spray painted across the front hood. This kind of stuff just couldn’t be considered funny by anyone, could it?! Walking over to it, I guessed it really didn’t matter that I hadn’t been able to locate my keys. I wasn’t going anywhere with this thing.

Once I got closer, I could see the inside of the Charger had been totally coated with a light powdery substance. My first thought was sulfur and I jerked open the car to see if it had the telltale smell. Running my fingers through the powder I brought some to my nose and then quickly turned away sneezing. Pollen! My car was full of pollen!

“Come on! Where did you even get huge amounts of something like that?”

Kicking the gravel in frustration, I pulled out my cell phone intending to call Ruby and ask her to come transport me somewhere, anywhere but here, only to be unable to turn the damn thing on. No power, it was completely dead.

With a scream, I threw the phone onto the ground with enough force to shatter it into several pieces. The sound of the breaking glass was the only enjoyable thing about the entire unpleasant morning. Not waiting a second more, I dejectedly stumbled off towards town, intending to catch a bus or flag down a cab or jump off a bridge… whichever came first.

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Another little character study for a third DnD character that I’m developing.

Pyra was putting the finishing touches of her make-up on when there came a gentle knock at her door. She quickly cast Prestidigitation and her hair coiled up into beautiful braid around her crown that swooped into a low chignon at the base her skull.

“Come in.” she called.

Her mother, Emer, peeked into the room. Her usually deep scarlet skin now looked sallow and pale. Pyra didn’t need sorcery to know why.

“Dear,” Emer said softly, “They’re here.”

Pyra kept a laugh from leaving her. “Of course. I shall finish dressing and be right down. Unless you’d like to help me?”

If possible, her mother went even paler. A tight, bitter smile stretched Pyra’s lips. It didn’t meet her eyes.

“I’ll be just a moment longer.”

Emer nodded and began to retreat from the doorframe.

“Oh, and mother?”

“Yes, dear?” Her eyes flickered briefly back to Pyra’s.

Pyra licked her lips and tampered down the mischief in her heart. She turned back to the mirror as if to inspect herself. Her mother’s reflection was easily seen in the vanity.

“You should consider seeing a physician.” Pyra began. “I’ve noticed you looking quite sickly of late.”

She met her mother’s worried eyes in the mirror. “I would so hate for you to fall to whatever illness is running amok in town recently.”

Fear and anger fought for residence in Emer’s expression. In the end, the fear won out and Emer ducked from the doorway, slamming it behind her. Pyra was still able to hear the phrase “wicked child” spat out from her mother’s lips over the rattling of the iron on the door.

She focused back on her own face. She carefully touched the swell of her lips and hummed thoughtfully. From the top drawer of her vanity she produced a small oval container and a soft-haired brush. Opening the container, she dipped the brush in the dyed wax. With calm precision, she applied a deep gold color to her lips. It matched the sheen of her dress perfectly and complemented her lavender skin.

Pyra was presented before the Court of Baromir. She wasn’t pushed—the guards took great care not to touch her during the travel to the castle. Two guards fell in behind her as she walked to the center of the room where a raised platform stood. She ascended the steps and took her place. As she looked up, she locked eyes with King Baru IV. She felt the stares of all the courtiers in the room and the gaze of the other members of the Council. It was easy to deflect the heated look of rage coming from her father, Mághnus, who sat to the left of the King.

“Pyra Feidlimir of the Second House of Baromir, stand before the Court today. Do you understand the allegations brought against you?” Called the man on the King’s right, Councilman Cillian. He acted as regent and presided over another of the ruling houses of the kingdom.

Pyra gingerly clasped her hands before her, the folds of her golden dress pleating beneath the weight. “I am aware for what reasons I am here. But unsure of which charges you plan to present against me, my lords.”

She watched the muscles in his jaw clench and work before he spoke again.

“You are charged with insurrection against a ruling house of Baromir and treason against the crown.”

“Treason?” Pyra’s eyebrow arched in surprise. “That’s a hefty title for a little bit of a cold.”

“Lady Maeve has been bed stricken with a great fever and delusions for weeks now!”

Pyra pursed her lips and turned her head down. She clicked her tongue. “Shame. She’s such a sweet girl.” Her eyes sliced directly up to the King. Leaning forward, she tilted her head as if telling a secret. “Especially in the chambers, isn’t that right my lord?”

An audible gasp was heard through the room. Mághnus pushed his chair back quickly, the legs scraping loudly against the tile floor.

“Insolent brat!” His eyes glowed with a divine rage. “You defile our name with your actions and that untamed tongue!”

“Silence!” King Baru bellowed. His voice echoed off the walls and the absence of sound was thick in the room. Mághnus sat again, but his body was tight with anger.

When he had control of the airspace once more, Councilman Cillian cleared his throat. He shuffled some papers in front of him.

“We have evidence enough to believe that some kind of unholy magicks are the cause of Lady Maeve’s illness. It has also come to our attention that the same kind of illness has previously taken hold of other prominent figures within the court as of late. Many of these figures can be traced back to having—interactions—with you in the months before falling ill. What say you of this?”

Pyra picked at a piece of lint on her sleeves. “I haven’t the slightest, m’lord. Could be some errant strain of plague. Maybe a bit of a spell gone south, if you will. Might even be a curse of some kind. How have your actions been as of late, Councilman? Anything you wish to share?”

The eyes in the room moved from Pyra to the Councilman. He swallowed heavily and glanced around. A sheen layer of sweat had formed on his forehead. Pyra had a few secrets on the man, but nothing to warrant an expression like that. The corner of her mouth curled up slightly and she tipped her head down to hide it.

It was always easy to fish with men like him. After all, they all have their secrets.

He huffed slightly and looked through his papers. “We have witnesses placing you with each person of interest—“

“Councilman, let’s stop with all these games.” She waved her hand disinterestedly in front of her face like waving away a foul odor. “You haven’t pinned those deaths back to me and you never will. Ask as many people as you like, but eventually all the lemmings have to jump don’t they?”

Cillian chuffed. “We’ve confiscated your journal—“

“A silly little book like that? The musings of a girl.” She laughed softly. “You won’t find anything in there but dreams and stories.”

“Pyra if you don’t stop your behavior—“ Mághnus began.

She cut her gaze to him, expression tightening in disgust. “What? You’ll kill me? Strip me of my magic? You can go ahead and try. We both know that can’t happen. My magic isn’t some weak learned trickery like the things your archmages and high priests claim. Oh no, father, my magic is as ingrained in me as yours is in you. It can no less be taken from me as the sun can be plucked from the sky.”

His lip curled up in a sneer. “I never should have let you out from under my sight.”

“A shame you didn’t marry me off sooner.” She tilted her chin up in a show of defiance. “Like you did sister.”

Mághnus’s anger verbalized in a growl. He stood again from his chair and his hands shone with red hot fire. “This attitude will not be tolerated in the Council!”

Pyra felt the shadows licking at her ankles. A sickly purple mist swirled about her feet and climbed up her sides. The guards at the base of the raised platform grabbed for their swords. The courtiers and nobles in the court shrank against the walls. The high priest on the far right reached for his holy symbol around his neck.

“Do you really wish to risk the safety of the throne over something like this?”

“Something like this! You have ruined our family name!”

“No father! It is you who have ruined us! We are in the dark ages while the rest of the world evolves around us!”

The shadows thickened and came off Pyra in waves. Her entire countenance seemed to raise a few inches from the pedestal. The pale yellow around her violet eyes darkened into a deep gold.

“Magic is different now.” she growled, curling her hands into fists. “It is stronger that that paltry gift you call sorcery.”

“Is that what this is then?” He asked. He swept his hand across the courtroom. “Thrusting the kingdom into fear over your squabble with me? You’re acting out in hopes of getting my attention?”

She ground her teeth together and willed the shadows from her body. They subsided and rested at her feet like a loyal pet. Her eyes glowed with a vibrance that Mághnus had once mistakenly seen as the mark of divinity in her.

“You will not get a cure from me.” she said, turning her gaze back to the king. “I’m afraid there is nothing in my power to save Lady Maeve.” she dipped her body into a graceful curtsy. “My sincerest condolences, your highness.”

King Baru seemed to be in control of himself only for a moment. He slammed his fists onto the table, shaking the entire structure. He stood from his chair and glared down at her.

“Pyra Feidlimid, you are hereby charged with treason against the crown! You are henceforth stripped of your title and rank of a member of the Second House of Baromir. And thus you are to face your execution come the morning sunlight! May your wickedness return with you to the earth and never plague us again! Guards!”

The sound of the guards rushing up the stairs came from behind her. Pyra looked from the king to her father. His shoulders sagged but his figure was still taut.

“You could have been so powerful.” he said.

Pyra’s expression was soft as she smiled at Mághnus. “I am.”

As the guards reached out to grab her by the arms, the shadows burst out from Pyra’s form. They encompassed the room and screams were swallowed by the opaque darkness. Even the light from Mághnus’s burning hands couldn’t cut through the thick shadows. There was a flutter of motion to his left and Mághnus froze. Pyra leaned down and whispered in his ear, her breath tickling against his skin.

“Worry not father, I’ll let you take your secrets with you to the grave.”

He struck out wildly but by the time he came around, Pyra had vanished. The smokescreen quickly disappeared. The guards looked around for her and then hurried back down the stairs. One of them started shouting orders at other soldiers in the room, telling them to spread out and search the castle.

Mághnus looked down. On the table in front of him was a burning sprig of monkshood. His face contorted in an angry snarl as he slammed his still burning hands before him. He’d gotten the girls the best tutors in the land to shape them into perfect women. Pyra had shown much promise as a sorcerer. But she still got etiquette lessons and the such. That included learning of floral arrangements and the meaning of flowers.

Monkshood was said to have been used to try and poison a powerful historic figure. Thus its meaning was that the recipient should advise to caution as there may be a deadly foe near. A whisper on the wind sent a cold shiver down Mághnus’s spine.

I’ll return for you

He turned around and looked behind him, but only the shadows cast on the wall by the braziers met his gaze.

#Pyra Feidlimid #dnd 5e #dnd character #character design #character study #sarah writes things #we must go deeper

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high5nerd · 4 years

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Alone Together--Chap. Twenty-seven

"Sadie, I'm going to attempt at making dinner again," I called from the kitchen.

She laughed before covering her mouth. I turned and glared at her, and the light brunette smiled kindly.

I smirked, "Well, it looks like you're asking for that horrible soup your sister likes to make so much."

Sadie's smile fell. She dropped the book from her hands and folded them tightly, "Please no! Anything but that!"

"Hey! I can hear you!" Alice snapped from the bathroom, the shower head almost drowning out her voice.

Sadie and I laughed, and I winked at her as she gave a sigh of relief. Relaxing back into the couch, she watched me open the fridge and peer in, not knowing what to take out and cook with. I was still trying to master it, but...some things were harder than others.

"Could you make mac and cheese? Yours is really good." she asked.

I sighed, rolling my eyes, "Sadie, we had that yesterday. You really want it again?"

She excitedly nodded, leaning up a bit to show she really did want it again. This girl, honestly. In defeat I admitted to making more, to which she cheered with a fist pump before picking up her book and making sure her page was marked.

"I'm going to go out and read outside, okay?" Sadie said as she headed towards the door.

"Have fun." I didn't even watch her leave, just continued digging around the cupboards for the damn box of cheap macaroni and cheese.

Sadie closed the sliding glass door after her, pausing to let the warm breeze brush back her hair. The sun was nearly setting, almost six thirty in the afternoon. The sky was slowly getting darker, now a calming mix of purple, pink and yellows. Sadie sat down and opened her novel, continuing to where she left off.

While she read, her mind would at times drift to thoughts of Sandman. She hasn't seen him in a while, but knew he's kept his promise of visiting by the amount of good dreams she's had. He continued to see her even as she slept. She grinned to herself as she flipped a page to the next chapter, almost laughing at a memory that teased her mind.

A few days before, Sadie thought it would be amusing to play a trick on Sandy when he came in that night. She stayed up past her bedtime when she usually fell asleep herself, long after Alice and I had gone to bed and the house was still. The only light was the nightlight she kept from her childhood, still dimly lighting her room in a pinkish hue. Just as she saw the faint glow of gold touch her window, she quickly burrowed under the covers and shut her eyes tight, pretending to be fast asleep.

Sandy phased through the window, watching his footing as to not trip his way into her room. Once he gracefully landed onto the carpeted floor, he turned his gaze to see a 'sleeping' Sadie. With a content sigh and a faint smile, he walked over to her and crouched near the bed, watching her sleep and breathe softly.

She was so pretty...she looked so peaceful. Sandy always liked seeing people sleep. It made them look innocent, like angels. Sadie had a hint of a smile ghosting her rosy lips, and her delicate hands curled tightly into the soft pillow under her. Her thick lashes dusted her cheeks, a tint of a blush there as well.

His hand gently grazed her cheek lovingly...when Sadie jolted towards him with her eyes open, whispering a, "Boo!"

Sandy opened his mouth in a silent shout at that, and foolishly covered Sadie's face with his hands to protect him, making Sadie laugh behind his fingers. Sandy, realizing it was a joke, smiled at that.

That wasn't cool, he gave her a playful pout.

"Sorry," Sadie whispered, leaning up and kissing his nose, "I couldn't help myself."

Pitch's antics are definitely rubbing off onto you. I can tell. Sandy laughed at seeing Sadie wink in pride.

With a smile, Sandy softly kissed her. She kissed back, tugging him to the bed to curl up close to him. His arms wrapped around her protectively, taking his lips from hers and kissing her forehead and her cheeks, then resting his chin on the top of her head.

"I love you, Sandy," Sadie sighed.

I love you more.

Sadie smiled at that memory as she shut her eyes, relishing the thought of Sandy's gentle love. He was so careful with her, loving and soft. She liked being treated like a princess by him, how he would treat her so delicately and with grace. It made her feel special, that he considered his own touch to be warm and gentle to her. She couldn't ask for a better Devout.

The last rays of light from the sun faded away into dark navy blues and purples, stars barely sprinkling across the sky. Not a cloud was to be seen within miles. Sadie finished her chapter before standing up, but a sudden chill ran down her spine.

She felt eyes watching her back.

She knew the exact feeling when someone was staring at her. She gained that ability due to school, since she always hung out with the 'misfits' and 'geeks'. She would wear what she found to be what she loved but others thought strange, and she knew when people stared at her and whispered. She grew used to it...but it wasn't normal to feel eyes from the edge of the forest.

She turned around, and was surprised to see her standing there, a benevolent smile on her face.

"You…" she breathed, shocked at her unpredicted return.

"Hello, Sadie," Misery greeted, tilting her head to the side.

Sadie looked behind her shoulder and peered into the glass door, seeing Alice and I talking. Her sister looked concerned about something, and I continued to talk before rubbing my face in what resembled close exhaustion and worry. She turned back to Misery, bit her lip and then cautiously walked down the patio steps towards the spirit.

"It's been awhile...you're not here to...you know-" Sadie started, now standing in front of her.

Misery shook her head, "No. I don't plan on taking anyone's misery today. I just thought of visiting...and sending my regards."

Sadie noticed the spirit was older than she last saw her, when she was nine years old. Maybe ten, her memory of the incident was shaky. She remembered Misery tormenting Pitch, and he grew so angry at her he attacked her. She remembered feeling empty and cold, just as she felt now. More whole than before, but...Misery's presence alone still had it's power.

"My, have you grown," Misery extended a hand, noticing Sadie freeze at the sudden touch of clammy, dead skin, "You're so beautiful, like I was when I was human. You look...so much like your mother."

She couldn't respond. If Misery wasn't who she was and was her greatest fear, she would have slapped her hand away and shirk away. Misery's compliment sounded completely backhanded.

"So beautiful...life just courses through your veins, doesn't it? Your very own heartbeat keeps you alive and well, so rosy and pretty."

"Misery, why are you really here?" Sadie looked up at her flatly, not wanting another fight.

Sadie knew that if I saw Misery touching her, I wouldn't be afraid to kill her. She didn't want anyone to get hurt, even Misery herself. Out of the goodness of her heart she urged Misery to leave before I saw her, for her to escape. Misery only smiled and touched her shoulders with both hands, and Sadie saw something glint on her hip, but was distracted when Misery pulled her into a hug that creeped her out, a hug most humans would avoid.

"Oh, dear sweet Sadie...I'm here for revenge," she pulled away, but still had a tight grip on the now terrified fifteen year old, "My spirit is dying...and this will be my final moment I vowed before I disappear for good."

"SADIE!"

Both girls turned and saw Alice and I standing on the patio, Alice's scream of her sister's name echoing throughout the air. I glared at Misery, holding a sword in my hands, ready to slay her where she stood. North knew I needed protection now that my nightmare abilities were diminished, which is how I acquired one. Never have I thought I needed it until a few days before now, when my senses told me an omen was to come...and I was right.

Misery giggled as she whipped Sadie around and held her against her chest with a strong arm that held her face, her fingers digging into her cheeks. Sadie's terrified eyes met mine, wide and with so much fear it still gives me nightmares today.

"Let go of her, before I kill you where you stand!" I shouted, stepping onto the grass, but stopped moving towards her when Misery's grip tightened around Sadie's face. I was afraid her nails would cause her to bleed.

"Silly Pitch," Misery's chilling voice rang down our bones, "Did you forget? I swore I would repay you for your foolishness in your cruelty to me, and now I plan to do just that before my time is up."

"What does she mean by that?!" Alice demanded, looking at me with horrified eyes.

Continuing to stare straight at Misery, I said coolly, "Misery was supposed to be dead centuries ago. But she would take humans that recently died and use them as vessels in order to live. But she was foolish, because the more vessels she used, the more her spirit diminished. She's near the end of her life...and I'm about to finish it!" I grit my teeth in pure hatred.

Misery's smile fell to an unamused frown. Silence fell around the four of us, fear choking up what words were supposed to be spoken.

"A-Alice…" Sadie cried, "P-Pitch...I'm...I'm sca-"

That's when I saw the blue blade protrude from Sadie's chest, right where her heart was. Sadie's mouth opened in a silent scream, her body jerking forward with the motion of the blade. A gentle smile spread across Misery's face, almost reaching her ears in glee that Alice was now screaming in horror and I was so petrified I dropped the sword, unable to even shout myself. All I heard was my own heartbeat and a high pitched ringing. My legs felt like jelly, watching Sadie's legs give out and fall to her knees as Misery gently let her down.

Just as she was about to let go, a sudden bolt of light erupted from Misery's chest. Sadie's body shook violently when she forced herself to turn around and see what the bright light was. Alice's screams were paused at the sudden golden light…

It wasn't her spirit dying. That wasn't the light of her spirit...that was a blade.

Misery's eyes widened in shock that it wasn't me who brought her to the downfall. Her eyes slid over to Alice, a look of utter sorrow in her glassy eyes.

"I...regret…"

The blade withdrew sharply, and Misery's eyes rolled as her body fell to the ground, blue blood pooling from her open wound. A soft blue light lifted from her body, like levitating water. Her soul. It dissipated into the darkness without uttering a sound, and soon, her body disappeared as well...leaving no trace but an imprint of dead grass where her body hit the ground.

Sandman stared at the now dead grass spot, breathing heavily. Dropping his dreamsword, he knelt down to Sadie and held her body close, trying to put pressure on the wound. Alice and I regained our senses and sprinted over to her and Sandy, kneeling around her.

Alice sobbed as she touched Sadie's head, brushing away hair and caressing her face. Tears fell from her cheeks onto her younger sister's forehead and nose. Sadie's skin was becoming pale from the amount of blood being lost...her breathing becoming shallow.

"S...Sandy?" Sadie's hand touched his mouth gently, noticing his tears.

I'm here. Don't speak, Sadie. We're all here. Sandy's tears fell onto Sadie's own face.

She sadly smiled, "Good...I like it when you're all here…" she turned towards me.

"She...she said this was...revenge." she softly said, now moving her hand to grasp Sandy's that covered her wound.

All of us could tell she was in pain. She was dying…

This was Misery's punishment for us. This was her vengeance. She was supposed to only get at me...but she destroyed Alice and Sandy along with me. She knew Sadie meant so much to us. She knew Sadie was the last remnant of her parents...of her family. So she vowed to take it away.

"This isn't f-fair," Alice wept, bowing her head so her forehead touched Sadie's, "I thought I would die before you...not like this. I thought it would be when we're old and-and-"

"Shh, Alice," Sadie choked back tears, "I'm thankful it wasn't any of you...I wasn't lying when I said I'd give my life for you guys."

She grew quiet. The only noises were the sound of whimpering and sobs, and the wind rustling the trees around us. Sadie's grip on Sandy's hand tightened, closing her eyes.

A hand touched my shoulder. I didn't want to look. This was all my fault...Sadie's going to die because of me. I can't live with that guilt…

The hand tightened on my shoulder to the point it hurt, causing me to look up. Sandy looked desperate, but...there was a spark of hope in the depth of his eyes.

I can save her.

Alice looked up at him, the same hope that glimmered in his eyes took over hers. She grabbed his hand and begged him through sobs, "Please! She can't die!"

Sandy stared at her, gulping. It was at that moment I knew what he meant...and what he was committing to do...was something no one can take back.

"Sandy," he looked at me, "You do realize she….she won't be human...right?"

Alice's crying lessened in shock at that. Sandy and I looked back at her for confirmation, some sort of signal that she would agree to her sister no longer being mortal. If Sadie were to live, she had to become a spirit, combined with Sandy's powers to be at his side in duty...it may not be something she would want, but she had to live.

"Why are you staring at me?! Just do it!"

"But Alice-" I started.

"Do it!" she screamed, watching with fearful eyes as her sister's chest moved up and down slower….and slower.

Sandy immediately reacted out of fear. His hand pressed against Sadie's chest, her hand still lying on top of his. Sandy closed his eyes tightly, concentrating.

Within seconds, a dull glow began throbbing where her heart lay. The dim yellow light began to pulse brighter and brighter, almost shining through both their hands.

As strands of golden sand began to curl into the air and touch Sadie, like the branches of a willow tree, I gently touched Alice's back. She no longer cried loudly, but bit her hand to hold back more tears. Her wet cheeks glistened in the light of the dreamsand. She leaned into my touch, never tearing her eyes from her beloved sister.

...Our sister.

The dream strands danced around her, swirling in the breeze that began to pick up with the movement of Sandy's power. Dreams formed from the strands, showing quick images of Alice and Sadie's parents, her grandmother, her friends, her home...even us. Sandy's face was sprinkled among the dreams, along with the visuals of vast beaches, Santoff Claussen, large trees in a proud forest, and the rushing rivers of streams she played in.

The dreams slowly disappeared, and the strands melded into Sandy and Sadie's hands, right over her heart.

The light dimmed….the pulsing glow faded away…

Sadie looked like she was asleep, as if the dreams that were shown to us were right behind her eyelids. Her pained grimace melted away, her eyebrows unknotted into relaxation. Her hand limply dropped to her side, her knuckles grazing the grass as she lay in Sandy's lap.

Alice leaned up, waiting for the indication that her sister was alive...or still dead. She dreaded that last thought, as did I.

I must bring her back to the Island. She will rest there.

"Sandy-" I started, but Alice beat me to it.

"Why not here? This is her home." Alice's crying ended, but remaining tears continued to fall.

She wiped them away stubbornly as Sandy sighed, standing up with Sadie cradled in his arms securely. Her head was nestled in the crook of his neck, her long braid draping over her shoulder.

Alice...she's going to be a spirit. She's joined by me, sharing the duties of mine as well as who I am as a being. She has to be at the Island in order for the ritual to be complete.

Alice bit her lip and looked down, angry at herself. Immediately I wrapped an arm around her, but she shook me off.

"I'm sorry. I just need space right now...this is…" Alice's voice was strained.

I knew what she meant. She was finding it hard to accept Sadie's new place, her new life. I was, too. The reason I became mortal was for them, and now Sadie's no longer that. Knowing that Sadie will never age into her elder years like Alice and I will, or get married or have kids...go to college and finish high school...What is Alice going to say to her friends at her sudden disappearance? How will she explain it to her grandmother or the school?

"Sadie's life is...is over, isn't it?" Alice looked up at me, hurt.

I shook my head, "No. It's just beginning. The ritual doesn't often happen unless the spirit life is written in their destiny…"

"So she would've become a spirit anyway?" she looked at Sandy, who shook his head slowly.

"Only if the Devout wills it." I murmur, sadly watching Sadie's breathing. She was, thank the stars above. But it wasn't fast enough to be considered fully well.

I need to take her now, Sandy looked at Alice, ashamed, before the time is up. I'm...I'm sorry it had to come to this.

Alice touched Sandy's cheek, the tears returning once more, "Sandy, you saved her. I told you to do anything, and you did. Because she's alive, I owe everything to you...Can I come to this Island? I want to be there when Sadie wakes up."

I looked down once Sandy timidly shook his head before saying, Humans can't come to the Island of Sleepy Sands. The entire island is crafted out of my dream sand, it'll instantly put them to sleep. They won't wake up until they've left the island. Sadie will be unaffected.

Alice took her hand away from his cheek, casting her eyes downward. She was disappointed greatly. But she knew what must be done.

"Once she wakes again, you have to promise to bring her back." my own voice came out strongly, as if angry.

Alice glanced at me, and then nodded at Sandy. Sandy continued to look at me, words crossing his golden eyes that I could not read.

"She is...like Alice, the light of my life. She's the daughter I've never had." My throat was closing up from the emotion welling up inside me...I hated it.

A faint smile crossed Alice's lips at my words, wringing her hands in worry. Sandy stared for a while longer before nodding.

I know.

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