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gasolinerainbowpuddles · 9 months

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Jizz Fingers║ ⓞⓝⓔⓢⓗⓞⓣⓢ

|| ꂵꍏꀤꈤ ꂵꍏꌗ꓄ꍟꋪ꒒ꀤꌗ꓄ || | PAIRING(s): alien!Joel x reader

| RATING: explicit material | 18+ | WORD COUNT: 3.2k | CONTENT: This is a crackfic. Joel is not Joel. He’s an alien that can shapeshift and isn’t into the splorgimums on their own planet. He wants to nut in you with his creampie fingers. It’s not supposed to make sense. It’s not supposed to be anything but fun and sexy and silly. It’s meta. It’s tongue-in-cheek. It’s self-indulgent. If you’re not into that kinda thing then idk what to tell ya, bud.

| SYNOPSIS: u get creampied by a dick finger alien Joel Miller.

The sonorous silver ship glided above you before descending gently into a large clearing in the field ahead. Bright light flooded your vision as a hidden door pushed away from the spacecraft and revealed an occupant.

It appeared to have an amorphous, fluid corporeal form, but no matter the shape it always remained an off-white greenish gray color. Six large onyx orbs were situated near the top of the form. You assumed they must be eyes or some other sort of organ. When the greenish grey flaps snapped together and apart a few times in quick succession, you realized they were in fact lidded eyes.

A warbled voice sounded inside your mind. “Do not be afraid. I come in peace, and I stand before you with no intention of harming you.”

You realize the creature is speaking to you through your own mind.

You should be afraid, but instead you’re just fascinated and exhilarated. You aren’t sure why they’d say the same thing twice, though, just in a slightly different way. You also aren’t sure if you should respond in your head, out loud, or at all.

“That’s kinda a weird thing to say. Like, you said it twice,” you point out, speaking loudly and clearly enough that the creature can hear you.

At least, you think they can hear you. You don’t see any ears. Then again, they possess the capability of telepathic speech, and there must be some equivalent to hearing for that. You try to think what that is called or what that might be called when the creature shifts back and forth but still doesn’t approach.

“Those were two separate statements,” the voice in your mind contends firmly.

“Huh?” you ask. You’re sure you sound dumb, but you were never really going to be a match for a higher level intelligent being anyways.

“When I bust, it is peaceful for every being involved. I also greet you with good intentions,” the voice patiently clarifies.

Suddenly you are standing no more than arm’s length away from the being. “I saved your achilles the trouble,” the voice in your mind said, as if it was some huge favor.

“My achilles is fine,” you grumble awkwardly. “I know I should hit leg day more, but sometimes it’s just so–”

“Our sex organs are complimentary,” the voice interrupts. “We could perform the Divine Dance, if you’d like.”

You wanted to ask why they had to come all the way to Earth just to get laid, but you think better of it.

“The splorgimums on my planet just don’t get me,” the voice explains. You realize you said your thought aloud.

“Oh. Uh, okay. S-Sorry about that. I, uh, didn’t mean to offen–”

The creature waves a gelatinous blob arm dismissively. “No offense taken. You’re not like other splorgimums. I can tell. You’re different,” it assures you.

You feel a blush creep onto your cheeks. “Oh. Well, uh–” an awkward giggle “—thank you. But I’m not really that special, here on Earth I mean. There are other women who are wayyyyyy more attractive. Oh! I know! You should try driving by Doja Cat’s house because oh my god she is so. fucking. fine. Like, if I had her in that I’m A Cow Bitch Moo costume for 5 minutes I’d—”

“No. No Doja Kitties. Only you.”

You shrug and accept their obsession with you.

“Okay. So now what? I don’t know where your Divine Dance hole is, and your floating blobs are sort of freaking me out,” you admit.

You keep tabs on the hovering goops that orbit the creature. They remind you of the time you tried to make Key Lime Jello Shots for your uncle’s cousin’s dog’s recital but added too much vodka.

“I can take the form of something pleasing to you. An earth male, perhaps? The female of your species is more difficult to capture as they are far superior.”

“So fuckin’ true,” you agree. “But, hhmmmm, a male specimen? I mean, I hate all men, but Pedro Pascal seems pretty decent. Maybe you could turn into Joel Miller? You know, from The Last of Us?”

The creature nods — you think it’s a nod — and transforms into Joel. Game Joel.

“Oh, uh, look, Pixel Daddy is fine as hell, especially in part 2, but I meant the HBO adaptation of the game. Please,” you correct.

“How’s this?” Pedro’s version of Joel’s voice asks aloud.

Your pussy bottoms out. “Oh, fuck yeah.”

You disrobe completely as you enter the spacecraft.

“I set it to 72º Fahrenheit. Is that a suitable climate for your meat suit?” Joel asks.

“Yeah, that’s perfect. Mr. Alien, could you, like, put more of the twang into his voice? And use words like he does? Like, how he sounds on the show? You know what, let’s watch a few clips to get it right.”

You pull up your account on your phone, but it takes you a minute to find it because you forgot they changed it from HBO Max Go to just Max. “So fuckin’ stupid. Purple is a better color than blue anyway,” you mumble to yourself as you pull up an episode.

The galactic creature uses some magical time skip thing to binge the entire series and gets a yucky smudge of goop on your phone screen when it attempts to find season 2.

“There’s just one season? Please tell me there’s another one,” Joel implores.

“Yeah, there’s a second season, but it’s not out yet,” you inform him.

“Damn. But you said there’s two games already? So what happens in the second game?” he asks.

“You know what, we super don’t need to get into that right now. Let’s see what you’re working with,” you quickly change the subject and grab at his crotch.

He grunts in approval. “Needy lil thing, aren’t’cha? You want my cock, baby?”

Your eyes narrow suspiciously. “Did you use a time jump thing to read a whole bunch of Joel Miller smutfic on Tumblr?”

Joel blushes and scratches the back of his neck. “Eh, mighta read a few.”

“Oh my god, you’re gonna be super nasty and dominant, aren’t you?” you sigh.

“Only if that’s what you want, baby. I’m a consent king,” he assures you.

“Well, alright then. I want you to rawdog me and slap my ass, okay?”

He smirks and pulls you close. “I’ll give ya what I give ya, and you just gotta take it,” he grunts into your neck as he nibbles and sucks downward.

You gasp at the sensation and grind your hips into him. “Oh fuck, Joel,” you whine. “I want you to wreck me, please!”

“Gonna fill that cunt up,” he says gruffly as he gropes your ass and breasts.

“Yes, Daddy, please!” you beg.

He pauses for a moment and looks confused.

“Oh, uh, you must not have got to those kind of fics–” you cough awkwardly “–uh, anyway. Sorry. Joel. Yes, Joel, please.”

“I can sense the vibrations of your inner sex organ when you call me that. If it is sexually gratifying to you, I wholly welcome the use of it,” the original voice says inside your mind.

“Oh wow. I love that you’re not kink shaming me. Glad you didn’t make it to that side of Tumblr,” you huff in a laugh.

Joel suddenly pins you against the wall and presses his hard, clothed cock against your bare skin. Even through the denim you can tell he’s huge. Apparently all those fic writers were right all along.

“Who’s gonna fill up that pretty cunt uh’yours, huh?” he demands as he grabs the back of your neck for leverage.

“Y-You, Daddy,” you say in an aroused tremble.

“That’s fuckin’ right. When my fat cock is inside you, I better hear you singin’ some thank you’s to Daddy for fillin’ you up so good,” he warns.

“Yes, Daddy, I’ll be your good girl,” you promise.

He flips you around without warning and pushes your chest flush against the wall.

“Even good girls need to be reminded every once in a while what happens if they don’t listen to Daddy,” he says in a low gruff.

His clothes have magically disappeared with the help of his alien outerspace boi powers. You feel him firm against your backside before a harsh slap of his palm replaces it. You jump and yelp in pain at the surprise spanking.

“Mmmm, pretendin’ you don’t want it, but I feel you pushin’ your ass back for more,” he taunts.

You whine because he’s right. You can only imagine the derisive comments he’d make if he felt how wet you are.

He lands another three harsh swats on the same patch of skin. Tears prickle up in your eyes. “D-Daddy,” you moan.

“You gonna thank Daddy for keepin’ you in line, baby?” Another swat. It stings so much you know there must be an imprint of his hand clearly outlined by your welting red flesh.

“Thank you, Daddy!” you choke out. “Th-Thank you for k-keeping me your good girl and not letting me b-be bad, Daddy. I only wanna be good for you, Daddy!” you wail.

“That’s what I like’tuh hear, baby,” he grunts into your ear. “Ask Daddy to make you into his own little cocksleeve. Ask Daddy to give you this big, fat cock.”

You whimper as he slips his length between your folds and rubs back and forth in teasing passes.

“Daddy, I want you to use my pussy. I need it so bad. Please. I just wanna be your cocksleeve. Use my holes, Daddy,” you whimper.

You barely finish your sentence when he flips you around again and lines himself up with your entrance. Apparently the alien creature was just as into this as you are because their altered form reverted back to the amorphous gray green blob. You’re way too horny to be picky about it right now, so you squeeze your eyes shut. You forgot to charge your vibrator, anyway.

Their penis was more like fingers that kinda moved around randomly. You don’t know. You’re not an astrophysicist or whoever it is that would best be knowledgeable about alien wieners.

Its spongy gray appendage felt firm and slimy as it entered you. There was some sort of phantom connection to your mouth and throat as well, the sensation of its finger-penis dragging back and forth, able to be felt in both your pussy and your mouth. It was weird, but you knew if it was Joel Miller doing it then it would somehow become totally fine and very hot.

“You’re getting too lost in the sauce,” you whine. “You’re in your true form again. Change back.”

“Mmmmm, sorry, baby,” came the familiar gravelly voice once more.

When you felt brave enough to open your eyes again, you saw those familiar Wreck-It-Ralph sausage fingers and sighed in relief. The alien had changed back to your preferred form of Joel Miller as portrayed by José Pedro Balmaceda Pascal.

As much as you wanted to stare at his face, you also wanted him to dick you down through the floorboards of the ship. You wiggle to sink down onto your hands and knees. “Wanna be wide open for you, Daddy,” you pout.

He makes an approving growling noise and scrambles behind you, shoving you downward between your shoulder blades until your face is smushed into the floor. He makes no effort to warn you before slamming his entire length into you. The impact of his wide tip against your cervix is so forceful it punches the air out of your lungs. You let out a panicked, strangled moan, suddenly unsure if you were going to be able to take this dick like a champ.

Joel grabs your hips for leverage and starts pistoning rough, deep strokes into your drenched pussy. “Gaahh–Goddamn! Fuckin’ chokin’ it, honey,” he rasps in a labored voice. “Feel so fuckin’ tight for me.”

“It’s s-so big, Daddy. I dunno if I can take it,” you cry.

“You can take it. You can take it for Daddy. Be a good girl or m'gonna hafta punish you,” he cautions. As a reminder of what that might entail, he strikes your backside so hard your entire body jerks as you let out a sob.

A high pitched moan gathers in Joel’s throat as you start to accommodate his size. “Yeah, fuckin’ like that, huh? Like when Daddy spanks you? Makes ya listen?”

“You’re so good to me, Daddy!” you sob. Your arousal is practically dripping down your thighs. You listen to the hum of the engines mixing with the sounds of your drooling cunt being fed Joel’s massive cock over and over again. He grabs your wrists and pulls you upward, using your limbs like reins on a horse. You have no control over the depth of penetration in these positions, and Joel is opting for nothing less than utterly devastating your pussy.

“M’gonna give you these fingers, too, baby. Know you can take it,” he pants.

He releases your arms and lets you scramble to catch yourself before faceplanting.

“Hey! You could’ve at least–”

“Shut your fuckin’ mouth and take what Daddy gives you,” he snarls.

You whine and clench around him. You feel a boogery churro type object prodding at your asshole. You turn your head quickly enough to see the creature has let Joel’s arm halfway revert back into the wiggly blobby thing.

“Did I say you could turn around?” he barks. He spanks you again with his 100% Joel hand, hard enough that you know there are pinpricks of blood beginning to seep through.

“I’m sorry, Daddy!” you scream.

You feel him now inside both holes. It’s overwhelming and amazing. The phantom throat thing is back again, and you like how you gag even with an “empty” mouth.

“Got enough for every hole you got and then some, sweetheart,” he practically slurs. He sounds completely wrecked.

You feel your lower belly heating up and quickly tightening.

“Oh my fucking god, Joel. I’m getting so close,” you gasp.

“THAT AIN’T MY FUCKIN’ NAME WHEN I’M STUFFIN’ YOU WITH MY COCK, SWEETHEART,” he grits out as he wraps his hand around the front of your throat and squeezes.

When your breaths quickly become hard to take, you know you’re going to come soon.

“I want your space juice inside me, Daddy!” you cry out, not caring if you’re breaking the illusion. You still needed to be clear and consensual in your approach to this intimate exchange, and you needed to address the weird topic of whether or not your birth control could do effective hand to hand combat with spaceboi cum.

“Our sexual organs are compatible, but our reproductive hormones and liquids are not,” the voice explained in your mind.

The Jim Carrey baby grinch was kinda cute, but you still felt better knowing you weren’t going to birth a little green gremlin alien baby. (Although you did think Victor or Clementine would be nice names.)

“Put a baby in me, Daddy! Fuck your baby into me!” you beg now that you know you can’t actually get pregnant.

“Uh, I mean, there’s just so much pregnancy fic out there,” Joel hedges carefully, still maintaining his merciless thrusts. “You don’t really wanna make this into a whole thing do you? Ya know, with the pregnancy storyline and stuff? Some users have actually said they prefer—”

“No, Joel, I’m not actually—” you interrupt in a huff “—I’m just saying it to be sexy. It sounds sexy. Besides, there’s some fic writers who basically only write creampies but none of their characters ever seem to get pregnant. It’s kinda wild. There’s a fic writer I can think of right now, actually. She loves creampies so much.”

“So she’s just really into pussy gettin’ drenched but nobody’s gotta deal with babies? Sounds like a pretty sweet deal if ya ask me,” he approves.

“Yeah, I think the only pregnancy fic she has is, like, this really nasty oneshot where the reader is already pregnant and she gets double teamed by Tommy and you at the same time. Oh and she lactates. I wasn’t into it at first, but it was kinda hot. Maybe you’ve read it? The author calls herself Puddles?”

“Oh, her? That Gasoline Rainbow lady? I thought she just made memes?” He sounds surprised and impressed. He’s hitting your cervix repeatedly with such force that you feel like your vagina is going to look like somebody dropped a tray of lasagna on a pubic hair linoleum floor.

“No, she actually has, like, legit fic on there, too. She’s, like, really talented. I can’t believe she doesn’t have more followers,” you laugh incredulously.

You’re glad he doesn’t ask how you would know how many followers she has since that isn’t publicly available information. You hate it when plot holes have to be smoothed out nicely and still fit in with the story. It’s so boring and way too much work sometimes.

“Maybe stuff like alien jizz fingers is a little too much for people to–”

“Okay, this is getting too meta. Let’s just get back to you fucking me so rough I can’t walk right for an entire week, okay?”

“Hnngg, fuck yeah. Daddy’s gonna wreck this cunt,” he hisses as his thrusts pick up pace.

“DADDY, I’M GONNA COME,” you cry as you start clenching and seizing around the massive circumference of his cock.

Joel lets out a guttural, choked moan as he empties inside you. You can feel it from his weird creampie fingertips, too — even the invisible one in your mouth and throat. You’re trembling, trying to keep yourself upright as Joel fucks into you through his orgasm. You lick your lips. There’s a flavor there. Is that….?

“You like Daddy’s brisket cum, sweetheart?” he grunts as his thrusts slow to a sloppy grind.

“I thought I tasted barbecue,” you muse. It was bewildering, but mostly satisfying.

“Yeah, tastes just like those Fourth of July backyard get-togethers you love in that Texas heat,” he breathes. "You runnin' around in barely anything, makin' me hafta adjust myself so your dad don't catch his best friend ogling his precious daughter."

“I’m starting to think you read more fic than you admitted to earlier,” you assert.

“I like it, darlin’,” he shrugs.

“Are you gonna follow Puddles now? Oh! Can you do a mind link thing with her and see what she’s working on next?” you implore.

Joel appears to zone out for a minute, and you take the opportunity to stare at his naked body. He looked perfect. His eyes focused again as he looked at you.

“Her waveforms are erratic and very concerning, but once I subdued a Brain Goblin inside her mind I was able to discern she is likely to be releasing some Ezra from Prospect centered fictional stories,” the voice inside your head revealed. "They are very sexually aggressive."

“Nice,” you say under your breath.

“So you gonna let me have that sweet pussy again, sweetheart?” Joel drawls.

“Yes. But I’m going to need you to familiarize yourself with Pedro’s extensive works. I’m thinking we could do some really great Mando roleplay in this spaceship,” you say with a big smile as you gesture around.

Joel smirks at you. “Don’t matter what form I take. You’re still gonna be callin’ me Daddy.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you agree with a big grin.

I hope those splorgimums understand what they lost bc that's our man now! Special thanks to Multiversed Daydreamer (Fuzz) for inspiring part of the title and @xdaddysprincessxx for the shared derangement over That Old Man��.

Undying thanks to @psychedelic-ink and @bonezone44 for writing some of my fave ~aLtErNaTiVe KiNk CoNtEnT~ and inspiring me to let my brain run wild with this crackfic.

Art in graphic includes transformed works of the Mucinex booger man.

catch ya later, ♥Puddles♥

P.S. - I counted how many times "Daddy" appears in this, and it's 29.

tagging: @wannab-urs, @gracieispunk, @milla-frenchy, @patti7dc. @lumoverheaven, @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog, @toxicanonymity, @rubyfruitjungle, @huffle-punk, @jupiter-soups, @swiftispunk, @theywhowriteandknowthings

#crackfic #joel miller #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #tlou fic

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borathae · 1 year

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↳ Index [Chapter 22 - Inventions]

Warnings: there is so much going on idk where to start, the beginning makes me physically weak, there is death & betrayal & violence, Jimin is being a bitch again lmao, Yoongi deserves a hug, OC is a badass bitch we stan, much stuff is going on, there is a twist ohoho

Wordcount: 14.8k

a/n: *screams*

Yoongi is gone again the next day. You wake before Jungkook, staring at the emptiness between your bodies where once Yoongi rested.

You were so happy last night. You shared a passionate night with your two lovers and it was incredible. You feel flutters in your tummy just thinking about it. You reach out to tug a strand of hair behind Jungkook’s ear. To imagine how far he came from when you first met him. He couldn’t even be in the same room as you and something like passionate, unrestrained sex wasn’t even possible and now you shared a private moment with each other and fucked so goddamn hard. It makes you so happy to think about.

Jungkook opens his eyes, meeting your gaze.

He smiles tiredly and closes his eyes, “morning”, he mumbles into the pillow.

“Morning.”

“Mhhm I’m so lucky”, he whispers.

“Why?”

Jungkook scoots closer and drapes his arms over your back. He presses a kiss to your forehead, staying close like that afterwards.

“Cause I can wake up to the best view.”

Your heart flutters. Giggling, you nudge his waist gently.

“You’re so cute.”

“Mhm”, Jungkook hums, pecking the bridge of your nose, “I had so much fun last night”, he whispers.

“Me too.”

“I’m so lucky, baby”, he leaves little kisses on your forehead as he speaks, “thank you for last night, you made me so happy.”

“No, thank you. My legs are still jello and I’m gonna be sore for days.”

Jungkook chuckles sleepily, inhaling deeply whilst pulling you closer. Like this, you can really feel his muscles tense in his arm and feel his warmth engulf you.

“Yeah same”, he says, “I can’t believe I got fucked like this. I never had a cock up my ass while I was fucking someone. I couldn’t stop cumming.”

“Yeah, me neither. Yoongi’s kinda crazy for doing that to us, isn’t he?”

Jungkook snickers and you do too.

“We can really count ourselves lucky to be with him, can’t we?” he says.

“Yeah, we’re so lucky”, you agree, pulling him closer, “I’m so happy. When I’m with you two, I feel happy and good and like life is easy.”

“I feel the same”, Jungkook kisses your forehead, “can I tell you something?”

“Mhm, of course.”

“I’m gonna fuck you so good from now on. Mh-hm yeah, you’re gonna get that dick twenty four seven, baby.”

“Geez Kookie, don’t say that”, you fluster, “you’re making me shy.”

“Why?” Jungkook snickers.

“Because you’re…” you nudge him, “I don’t know, I just do okay?” you whine, “you’re so hot when you’re flirty, I’m not used to it.”

“No, that’s just how I am”, Jungkook teases and laughs, “I just couldn’t show you yet because I always wanted to eat you and had to stay away.”

You lift your head, locking eyes with him. His cheeks are covered in veins, but he looks in control otherwise.

“What did I sign myself up for, hm?” you tease, tracing the black veins.

Jungkook grins cutely, “I hope that’s good.”

“Mhm, it’s so good.”

“Baby”, Jungkook purrs, chasing your lips, “I wanna kiss you so bad.”

“Yeah? There’re veins on your cheeks.”

“Mhm yeah I know, that’s why I haven’t kissed you yet”, he whispers, “fuck, I gotta train even harder, I wanna kiss you.”

You run your thumb over his lips, making him purr quietly.

“You can do it, I believe in you.”

“Thanks”, Jungkook says and puts a little distance between you and him. You understand why he did it and you aren’t angry. He lets his eyes run over the empty room behind you, “where’s Yoongi?” he asks.

“I don’t know. He was gone when I woke up”, you answer him.

Jungkook shimmies back so he can look at the rest of the room, “you don’t think that he did the…you know?”

You sit up, “no. No, of course not”, you say, shaking your head vigorously.

“You sounded convinced.”

“Don’t say that. God, I feel so bad for telling him.”

“No hey”, Jungkook intertwines his fingers with you and tugs you down into his arms, “it was the right thing to do. He deserved your honesty”, he says, running his fingers up and down the back of your neck. Like this, you can take in his warm scent and the softness of his skin.

“I know, I’m just worried that’s all. I hate seeing him so upset”, you talk against his chest.

“Yeah, me too”, Jungkook squeezes you in reassurance, “should we go downstairs and check if he’s with the others?”

“Yeah, I really want to do that.”

You find the others outside in the garden. The air smells of lavender and food. The origins of said scents were easy to spot. The sun is shining onto the lavender beds while on the dinner table, bowls of freshly cooked pasta are standing.

Seokjin and Emma are both enjoying a serving, as is Hoseok. The latter is chatting with Sophie – one of the witches. Meredith said that she and a few others joined her coven in the sixties – when you sit down by the table. Taehyung is with them as well. And Jimin. They are sunbathing on the lounge chairs. Both are in nothing but swimming trunks and sunglasses. You feel relief wash over you at the sight of Jimin. So Yoongi didn’t go completely berserk on him. Yet.

“Good morning”, you greet them and one by one, they turn their heads to you.

“More like good lunch”, Seokjin jokes, “it’s already five past one.”

“Wow really? Gosh, we didn’t even notice the time.”

“Crazy night, huh?” Hoseok teases.

“Yeah, one could say that. It got pretty late”, Jungkook says and snickers boyishly.

You fluster because of it, feeling your cheeks heat up. You didn’t expect him to expose your little secret, but you don’t mind. It feels nice to be so open and official about your relationship.

“Wah our Jungkookie, you’re such a player”, Seokjin teases to which the younger vampire rolls his eyes.

“No, I’m not hyung. I just had fun with my girlfriend”, Jungkook throws back, sending even more heat to your cheeks. Confidence suits him.

Seokjin and Emma chuckle fondly, while Hoseok coos and wiggles his brows.

Taehyung studies you from head to toe throughout the entire scene, tonguing his cheek in annoyance. He looks at Jungkook’s hand caressing your lower back. His eyes gleam in jealousy for just a second. He looks back at your face. Your gazes meet.

“A fucking joke”, he mumbles and turns his head away.

Jimin ignores you completely, fuelling the fire of annoyance by reaching out and caressing Taehyung’s cheek.

You look away, turning your attention to the people who actually seem happy about your company.

“Have you been awake for a while?” you ask them.

“Yeah, I think since seven? Right guys?” Hoseok says.

“Yes, since seven. We were already at the market with Dragana”, Emma says.

“Really? That sounds like fun”, you say.

“It was fun. That’s where we got the pasta for today’s lunch. You should try it. Dragana and I cooked it”, Hoseok says. He has been getting along with the dark-haired witch rather splendidly. You even caught them whispering to each other on more occasion than one and just two nights ago, you ran in on them chatting in the library over some tea. Hoseok seems happier, even happier than usual and whenever she is close to him, he seems to smile even brighter. Even today, they seem to almost want to stick together. There is nothing but two fingers width between their arms and Dragana has been looking at his lips the entire time he was talking. It’s cute.

“Well, then it can only be good”, you say.

“It’s so good”, Sophie says, “now sit you two before it gets cold”, she offers you and Jungkook the chairs next to her.

You gladly take her up on her offer, thanking her for the glass of wine she prepares each of you. You thank Hoseok for the pasta and then dig in.

“Wow, you weren’t lying. This is incredible”, you gush and by your side, Jungkook frowns and nods his head vigorously as he enjoys the food.

“Thanks”, Hoseok says, turning to Dragana to exchange a look. They keep staring at each other for just one second too long. Truly it’s so cute.

“Do you guys know where Yoongi is?” you ask no one in particular.

“No sorry, I thought that he was with you”, Seokjin says, shaking his head.

“I saw him leave when we left for the market”, Emma says, “but I thought that he already returned, has he not?”

You and Jungkook exchange a wary look.

“Not that I know of. Oh god, what if something happened to him?”

“Yeah sure”, Jimin throws in and scoffs, “one can dream.”

You hate that Taehyung snickers because of it. He shouldn’t snicker. Not him.

“Shut up, you bitch”, Jungkook seems less constrained in his annoyance, spitting the hateful words at both Jimin and Taehyung.

“Wow, now that hurt”, Jimin says sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

“Oh you wanna go, you-” Jungkook growls only to get interrupted by Seokjin.

“Yoongi! Hey”, he calls out, forcing Jungkook to drop back into his chair and for your heads to turn.

Yoongi is strutting to the table, wearing black from head to toe and with his hair still wet.

“What’s with the hair? Are you trying a new look today?” Hoseok asks.

“I washed it. It got dirty”, Yoongi answers him dryly. You all know what he was insinuating. That the reason why Emma watched him disappear into dusk was because he went out to hunt and that somewhere along that hunt, it escalated to the point where even his hair got dirty. Which is rarely something that happens with Yoongi. Only you and Jungkook understand the exact meaning of this fact. His hunt wasn’t of hungry nature, he was still angry.

“Wow hyung, I can’t believe you got dirty. That’s what you get from waking up so early, it makes you sloppy”, Hoseok jokes and for just a second you and Jungkook clutch each other’s hand under the table in fear that this would tick off Yoongi.

“Yeah”, Yoongi says and scoffs, acknowledging his stupid joke that way. He places his hands on your and Jungkook’s shoulders, giving both of you a good squeeze, “did you two sleep well?” he asks you.

“We did. But what about you, are you okay?” you ask him, looking at him with worried eyes.

Yoongi sneaks a glance at Jimin, “don’t worry about me, I can handle myself.”

“I know that, love. But you know me”, you take his hand, “I’m such a worried idiot.”

Yoongi pinches your chin softly, “I know.”

Taehyung, who watched the whole scene unfold and had to come to realise that you and Yoongi already made up again, rolls his eyes as far as possible.

“Jimin, can we go?” he asks the obsidian haired vampire as loudly as possible, standing up from the chair rather aggressively.

“Of course, I’m so ready to get out of here”, Jimin says, standing up with an almost taunting arch of his back, “it smells like control freak in here all of a sudden”, he adds, locking eyes with Yoongi.

Yoongi’s fingers tighten just slightly on your shoulder.

“Yoongi knows that you forced me, Jimin. I’d shut your mouth if I were you”, you say, putting boredom into your voice because you know it would annoy him.

You lock eyes with Taehyung, hoping that the iciness in them lets him know that you were just as pissed at him than Jimin. He seems completely taken aback and confused.

Yoongi lets out a deep growl, the kind which is just so obviously supernatural. This was a warning.

Jimin flusters even if he doesn’t show it. He does break eye contact with Yoongi however, visibly shimmying behind Taehyung.

“Move”, he hisses at him, pushing him rather harshly.

Taehyung stumbles, widened eyes locked on your face for as long as possible.

“___ can we-” tries to ask you, only to be shoved by Jimin again, “Jimin, what are you doing? Hey, you’re hurting me, stop pushing me.”

It aches to see him get pushed away like that, but in the end you have to let it happen. The situation is already messed up enough, you don’t want to make it worse by speaking up again.

They soon disappear from the garden.

Yoongi slides his hands from your shoulders, finally claiming the chair beside you.

“So you know”, Seokjin says.

Yoongi nods his head, frowning.

“How isn’t he already plant fertilizer?”

“___ doesn’t want me to kill him.”

“Ah”, Seokjin looks at you, “I see.”

“Where are they off to either way?”

“The town. Jimin wants clothes”, Hoseok answers you.

Yoongi sighs loudly, fingers coming up to massage the bridge of his nose.

“Seriously can I please murder him?” he says, eyes squeezed shut, “he is irritating me so much.”

“I relate”, Seokjin agrees.

“No”, you say, “stop wanting to murder people.”

Yoongi groans, “I just wanna do it a little. Just break his neck once.”

“You bloodsuckers and your need for violence”, Sophie throws in, “have you not learned better, Min Yoongi?”

“I have learned better, witch”, Yoongi hisses, “but Jimin had the audacity to hurt ___”, he spits, placing his hand at the back of your head most tenderly, “nobody hurts my ___ and gets to tell the tale.”

Sophie rolls her eyes, “you truly have a liking for the dramatics. She seems fine to me.”

“Don’t test me”, Yoongi hisses before convulsing in what looks like pain, “a-ah”, he croaks, hands falling to his temples.

“Yoongi? My beloved, what’s happening?”

“I’m making the blood in his brain boil”, Sophie answers nonchalantly.

“What? Stop that!”

“Okay”, Sophie says, clicking her fingers.

Yoongi wheezes for air, lifting his head to reveal his glassy eyes. They are now lowering in anger, focused on the witch.

“You’re in our house now, Min Yoongi. Your threads are useless.”

“You’re fucked up”, you say, “you can’t just do that to him”, you spit, cupping his face, “my love, are you okay?”

“I’m fine”, he says, caressing your wrists, “I wasn’t trying anything, Sophie. I’m not the one who will act up, I’m telling you.”

“Oh I know. I hope he does”, she stands up with a smirk, “at least that will give me an excuse to finally pay him back for 1956.”

“What happened in 1956?”

“He broke my heart, dear”, she answers Jungkook, leaving the table afterwards to disappear somewhere in the garden.

The mood is awkward and confused. While you and Jungkook are busy checking up on Yoongi, Seokjin and Emma are busy exchanging a confused look. Hoseok is the one speaking up.

“Not to be dramatic or anything, but am I the only one being fed up with our breakfasts always ending in some sort of violence?”

“No, I’m tired too”, Jungkook says, “I miss our place. Can you remember all the mornings we had, guys?”

“Mhm yeah”, Hoseok sighs, “they were good mornings.”

“If you want them so bad, piss off”, Yoongi hisses, earning himself offended looks by everyone.

“Yoongi, don’t say that”, you whisper.

“Yeah seriously, we’re on your side”, Seokjin says.

“Whatever I’m”, he sighs in defeat, “I’m sorry. I know”, he says quietly, “I’m tired of it too. I’m sorry that it’s taking me so fucking long to find this bastard.”

“Us”, Seokjin says, “we’re a team. It’s not just you.”

Yoongi lifts his gaze, looking at Seokjin in surprised awe.

Seokjin gives him a warm smile, flustering him.

“Whatever”, he mumbles, touching the side of his neck, “eat, you need the strength”, he says, gesturing at the food.

“You should eat too, the bread’s delicious.”

“I already ate, thanks.”

“We know”, Hoseok says, “the forest’s okay though, isn’t it? Or did you rage kill every deer?”

Yoongi studies his features with a pursed lip. He clicks his tongue, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“You woke up a jokester today, didn’t you?” he grumbles, making Hoseok snicker.

“Just trying to lighten the mood.”

“Mhm”, Yoongi acknowledges him before pushing the chair out to get to his feet instead.

“Where are you going?”

“Meredith, we have a lot of work to do and I wasted enough time already”, he says, leaving the table after giving you and Jungkook a soft kiss on the cheek.

“So Yoongi knows”, Seokjin says once he disappeared from sight.

“I told him last night after we talked it out.”

“I was wondering if you guys did. He seems glued to you again”, Seokjin sneaks a glance at Jungkook, “and Kook for that matter.”

“I helped them”, Jungkook says proudly, “I told them that I was hurt in the attic and that they needed to come get me, but it was just a scheme to get them to talk. I locked them in there and only opened the door once they talked it out.”

“You should have heard him act, I was so worried for him. His voice was all weak and frail”, you say.

Jungkook snickers, nodding his head proudly, “I’m a natural, what can I say.”

“Wah Kookie you’re such a sneaky mastermind”, Seokjin says, reaching over the table to slap Jungkook’s arm brotherly.

“I know, right?” Jungkook agrees, grinning cockily.

“You’re such a sneaky brat”, you say, rolling your eyes fondly, before chuckling.

“But what does he say? Did you really have to convince him not to kill Jimin?” Hoseok asks.

“I guess? He was really angry last night.”

“Understandable. I’m angry too”, Seokjin throws in to which Emma and Hoseok nod their heads, “real talk though, can’t we tell Jimin to piss off? Ever since this idiot is back everything has gone downhill. You and Taehyung are fighting all the time. Jungkook got broken up with. Yoongi’s mad and quite frankly, we’re pissed too. He’s only ruining the peace we had.”

“Yeah totally”, Hoseok agrees, “even now he had to throw in his stupid comments. Why is he always trying to start something? I bet he’s the reason why our breakfasts always escalate.”

“See? He gets me”, Seokjin points at Hoseok with his thumb and a flick of his wrist, “we should throw him out, send him back to where he came from. Which was a crusty butthole, fyi.”

“As much as I want to agree with you, I don’t think Taehyung would”, you say.

“Yeah well, I never really liked him either way”, Seokjin murmurs, earning himself a roll of your eyes.

“Well I do and I don’t want to push him away just because he’s friends with a dick.”

“They do say that the friends you keep close reflect on who you truly are.”

“I don’t think it does, otherwise I’d be an idiot.”

“Yah!” Seokjin gasps, making you snicker, “you take that back, young lady.”

“Never”, you joke, laughing because of the faux offended face Seokjin makes.

And soon the others join in too, laughing for the sake of laughing because you hadn’t done so in too long.

You spend the day with Sanguis, catching up on your language lessons in order to be able to read the books of old. Seokjin and Emma wanted to do something fun like play board games or go for a walk on the beach, but you insisted that it was safer to stay here and study. They agreed to it groggily. You also visited Yoongi in the shed come the later afternoon hours. He was working hard with his sleeves rolled up when you visited. Meredith and the other witches were with him. Jelena is close to him again, looking at his hands.

“I’m bringing snacks”, you announce yourself, making the witches turn around.

Yoongi turns, studying you from head to toe.

“Oh ___!” Jelena calls out and smiles, “you’re an angel, we were already starving.”

“That’s good. Hobi and I made you sandwiches”, you tell them, setting down the silver platter on their working table.

The witches gather around you, each snatching a neatly done sandwich to snack on.

“Oh this is so good.”

“So yummy.”

“I love tomatoes so much.”

They chatter, eating happily.

You abandon them in order to get to Yoongi. He is on his knees, working hard to fix the side plate of the device.

“I see that you are working hard”, you say, running your fingers through his hair.

He lifts his head.

“Mhm”, he hums, nodding it.

You squat down next to him, now caressing the back of his neck.

“How far is the device already?”

“Almost done.”

“Well that’s good to hear. I’m proud of you, my prince.”

Yoongi looks at the device instantly, nodding his head.

“Mhm”, he hums, trying and failing to not let it show that your praise flustered him.

He fixes the position of a screw while you play with his soft baby hair at the nape of his neck.

“Are Taehyung and the ass back from shopping already?” he asks you.

“No, they’re not. I texted Tae, but no answer as of yet.”

“I hope he gets hit by a car.”

“Yoongi”, you gasp, dropping your hand.

“Jimin. Not Tae.”

“Yeah well, whatever. You’re saying the silliest stuff”, you murmur, nudging his arm.

“Mhm”, he acknowledges you, “can you hand me the screwdriver?”

You look at it resting by your feet, picking it up and placing it into Yoongi’s open palm.

“Thanks.”

“You’re looking so professional in what you’re doing.”

“He does, doesn’t he?” Meredith says, making you turn your head.

She already finished her sandwich. Jelena is by her side as well, looking at Yoongi.

“He’s such a big help. I don’t think we could have done it without him”, Meredith says.

You stand up, “he is?”

“Of course, Min Yoongi here knows so much”, she says, nudging his back with her foot, “don’t you?”

“Mhm.”

“He taught me most of my magic back in the days when I started out”, Jelena says.

“He did?” you ask, sneaking a glance down at him.

“Of course. He was the strictest teacher. Weren’t you, Yoongi?” she says and gives his butt a little stub with her foot.

He stands up instantly, sending her one of his looks.

“I was trying to teach you. You were a reckless girl. It wasn’t my fault that I had to discipline you.”

Jelena laughs mischievously, Yoongi rolls his eyes.

“How can I understand that?” you ask.

“Doesn’t matter”, Yoongi dismisses you, squatting back down, “it’s in the past either way.”

You huff out air, giving him a little pout even if he can’t see it.

“Yeah, sadly it is”, Jelena teases and giggles, “gosh, either way”, she dismisses the situation, “I have to leave now. I’m meeting up with Hale in town, he finished his research. I’ll be back by dinner. Doodaloo.”

“See you”, you murmur.

“I think you’ve made your girl jealous, Yoongi dear”, Meredith teases, nudging your arm.

Yoongi looks over his shoulder, “it’s in the past. She knows that it is”, he says dryly, locking eyes with you for just a second.

“Yeah totally”, you say, “you’re being weird Meredith, I’m leaving”, you say, making her laugh.

“You know that I’m just teasing, don’t you?”

“Of course, but I still have very important business to take care of.”

“Gosh, you are adorable, dear”, Meredith laughs, watching you with fond eyes as you leave the shed with burning cheeks and the empty tray under your arm.

Yoongi shifts his eyes from you to Meredith once you are out of sight.

“Don’t stick your fingers into my private life, Meredith”, he warns.

“Your private life? Oh come now, Yoongi”, she laughs, lowering herself next to him, “loosen up, we’re all friends here. ___ knows I was just teasing.”

“We’re not friends.”

She rolls her eyes, “of course we aren’t. The last two hundred years of contact state so clearly. How dare I say something differently.”

“Tch, just hand me the rubies will you?”

Taehyung and Jimin return in the evening. You were in the sitting room when they strut past you. Well, Jimin does. Taehyung just kind of follows behind with all of the bags in his hands.

“You’re back”, you say, studying Taehyung, “why are you so packed?”

“He offered to carry my bags”, Jimin says matter of factly.

“Ah”, you cock your eyebrow up, “did he?”

“Of course he did. Am I right, Taehyung?”

Taehyung fixes the position of the bags, “of course. They aren’t heavy to me.”

“Aha.”

“Where are the others?” Jimin asks, looking around the room.

“The boys and Emma are helping Suzy make dinner and Yoongi’s still with Meredith fixing up the device.”

“I see. And you? What are you doing?”

“Studying”, you sneak a glance at Taehyung, “and worrying about Tae. How are you, darling?”

“Uhm”, he flusters, “what?”

“I haven’t seen you all day and we haven’t talked in days, so I was wondering”, you give him a shy smile, “maybe we could chat a little after dinner.”

“Do you actually mean that?” Taehyung asks, sounding hopeful.

“Of course I do.”

“I would love-”

“We’re busy after dinner actually. We want to go out”, Jimin interrupts him, “you can gladly join us. That is if your captor allows you to leave his side. You know, now that you aren’t allowed to be our blood bag anymore”, he mocks Yoongi’s voice as he speaks.

You frown at him, “I sometimes wonder if all the rudeness in the world is stored in you”, you say, “show a little empathy before I run out of mine and punch you in the throat.”

Jimin snorts and laughs, “good one. Either way”, he snaps his finger, “come Taehyung. I want to try on my clothes”, he says and struts off.

Taehyung lingers by your side, studying you with weary yet hopeful eyes.

“You could just drop those bags and join me in my studies”, you offer him, “I miss studying with you.”

Taehyung nods his head, taking a step closer to you.

“Yeah? Oh darling, that makes me happy to hear. Come here”, you say, welcoming him with open arms.

Taehyung drops the bags and hurries to you.

“Taehyung!” Jimin yells from upstairs.

He flinches and stops.

“Are you coming or not?”

“You don’t have to, you know?” you tell him, “he can very well carry his own bags.”

“I’ll just bring the bags upstairs, I’m already at it”, Taehyung says, inching back to the bags.

“Tae, darling”, you say, sagging your shoulders.

“I’ll be back soon. I promise”, he says and with that, grabs the bags and disappears upstairs.

He won’t come back again and you are destined to study alone until dinner is served.

The food fills the dining room with a mouth watering smell. Most of the witches, safe for Jelena who was still out and Suzy who is getting more wine, have already gathered. Hoseok and Jungkook are chatting with two of them as they pour wine into everybody’s cups. Meredith is talking to Yoongi. The latter turns away from her when he notices you enter the room.

He gets to his feet, pulling out the chair next to him.

You hurry to him quickly, allowing him to help with the chair once you sat down.

“Thank you”, you tell him.

“Mhm yeah”, he says, studying your face.

“You did your hair”, you say, touching the soft curls framing his face.

“I looked messy”, he answers you, moving his head away for the sole reason of being embarrassed by public skinship.

“I love how you did it, you’re so handsome like this.”

“Mhm”, he nods his head and then turns to Meredith, picking up the conversation again.

You would have joined them, hadn’t Taehyung and Jimin entered the dining room. They are dressed in clothes which let you know that somehow, Jimin managed to convince Taehyung to actually go out after dinner. They sit down opposite you and Yoongi.

And while Yoongi willingly ignores them just to spite Jimin, you can’t take your eyes off of Taehyung.

“I missed you during studying”, you tell him.

“He was busy”, Jimin throws in.

“I wasn’t talking to you, you walnut. Taehyung can speak for himself.”

Jimin scoffs, swallowing down the snarky remark for now. Not because he wanted to, but because he felt Yoongi’s deathly glare on him. He leans back in his chair and turns to his left to instead chat with Dragana about the fabric of his shirt.

You send him one last dark look then avert your eyes to Taehyung.

“You look very handsome”, you tell him, “I love the way you did your eyes.”

“Thank you”, he says quietly.

“Are you really planning on going out later?”

He nods his head slowly.

“Well, that’s a shame. I thought that maybe we could play some card games together. Hobi asked if we wanted to join.”

Taehyung’s eyes fill with sad longing, running over your face.

“I like card games”, he says in a small voice.

“Yeah?” you reach over the table, placing your hand over his’, “you can join us if you want to. We’re still one player short.”

Taehyung nods his head as carefully as possible.

“Yeah? Oh, that’s great to hear.”

“He isn’t going”, Jimin throws in, “right Taetae? You promised me to go out later.”

“But card games sound fun”, Taehyung answers him quietly, looking oh so sad.

“What are you? A bore or something?”

Taehyung lowers his head sadly.

“As I tho-”

“Let off of him, Jimin”, Yoongi interrupts him. He watched the whole ordeal long enough to want to speak up.

“Why are you talking?” Jimin throws back.

“Because you’re acting like a controlling cunt. Let Taehyung play card games with the others if that’s what he wants. He is very capable of thinking for himself and you don’t own him.”

Jimin tenses his jaw, while Taehyung stares at Yoongi with his eyes widened in shock. He defended him. Yoongi stood up for him. He was on his side.

Yoongi lets his eyes flit to Taehyung. The latter gives him the smallest and shiest smile ever. One which Yoongi barely even retorts, breaking the eye contact as quickly as he started it.

Taehyung looks into your eyes.

“I want to stay for card games”, he tells you with his voice louder than before.

“That is so great to hear. I’m sure that we will have lots of fun”, you say, ignoring the way Jimin lowers his eyes in pure anger.

Seconds later and Emma announces that dinner has officially been served. Everyone, safe for Yoongi and Jimin, takes a portion of the delicious smelling meal. He adheres to his glass of red wine, sipping on it throughout dinner. Jimin stays silent for most of it, but one could sense that he was considering whether or not to ram his fork through Yoongi’s skull.

Dinner is delicious. Like always, Seokjin and Emma managed to create the most flavourful meal in existence. The sweet wine the witches produce in their winery compliments the food, elevating its exquisite tastes. Everyone loves it. Especially Jungkook who seems to be especially hungry for human food tonight. He frowns throughout dinner – a clear sign that he loved the food – while making high-pitched sounds of approval and nodding his head vigorously. You offered Yoongi a little bite too, but he dismissed you with a little pinch to your cheek and a soft “thanks, my love.” Taehyung seems to be enjoying himself too, now that the feeling of having no one to back him was gone, he really started to become himself again. He and Hoseok were lost in deep conversation the entire starter and main course, talking about the most random topics before landing on their shared interest of music. Yoongi joined the conversation then, giving his occasional commentary and throwing in his random, obscure music trivia fact which impressed you and the others greatly.

Seokjin and Emma clear the table with the help of Dragana and two other witches once the main course was finished, disappearing back in the kitchen with promise of dessert soon.

“I’ll see where Suzy is off to. I want more wine”, Lela excused herself as well, leaving the dining room whilst snacking on a sweet grape.

“Now Meredith”, you say, looking past Yoongi at the witch, “how far is the device? Were you able to finish it?”

“We were, yes”, she answers you, “Yoongi was of great help. I don’t think that we would have been able to finish it today without him.”

Yoongi acts as if he couldn’t hear her, sipping on his wine nonchalantly.

“That’s great”, you say, caressing the back of his neck to let him know that you were proud of him, “and how exactly is this device going to work now?”

“It’s rather simple actually. To activate it, you have to fill it with the blood of the person with the greatest grudge against Namjoon and through magic, the blood will active the power of the gemstones in the heart of the device.”

“And what will those gemstones do?”

“They will send out a frequency which will act like sort of a paralysing factor. If it reaches Namjoon, he won’t be able to move for as long as the device is glowing and in this time, Yoongi will capture him using some of my binding shackles.”

“That sounds like a good plan. Whose blood are you going to use?”

“Mine”, Yoongi answers you.

“Yours?”

“Mhm”, Yoongi studies your face, “if somebody has to make sure he gets put down, it’s gonna be me. Besides, we only have one try, we can’t risk using the wrong blood.”

“One try? Why? What will happen if you fail?”

“Namjoon will flee and the device will be broken. I have to make sure that it works.”

“I’m sure it will. You’re always so resourceful, I’m sure this plan will be successful”, you assure him.

“I hope it will be. I can’t risk it failing”, he looks at you, eyes lingering on your lips, “I want you to be able to go home.”

“Gosh Yoongs, you’re so sweet”, you say with a fluttering heart. You reach out, cupping his cheek, “and if it fails, we’ll just look at one more city together. We’re a team, yeah?”

“Mhm yeah”, Yoongi says, leaning into your touch.

“Tzt laughable”, Jimin murmurs.

You send him a deathly glare. Yoongi frowns at him.

“Excuse me?” you say.

“Jimin, please be quiet”, Taehyung whispers.

“It’s not like you actually love her“, Jimin ignores him however.

“What?” Yoongi hisses.

“What the fuck?” you gasp, hand slipping to the back of Yoongi’s neck in a protective manner.

“You have no concept of love. How could you when you didn’t feel a thing for thousands of years and hid away like a coward for half your life?”

“Yo dude, tone down your attitude. We’re having a nice dinner right now. Besides, Yoongi’s the only one here who actually knows how to defeat Namjoon and he’s doing a great job at that”, Hoseok throws in with anger on his face.

“Yeah seriously, chill out for once”, Jungkook hisses.

“As if he isn’t doing that all for himself”, Jimin scoffs, “spoiler alert, Min Yoongi. One good deed is not going to erase the fact that you killed thousands in your past.”

“Why are you saying that?” Yoongi says, trying and failing to keep his voice from trembling, “I didn’t even do anything right now. All I want to do is to make the world a safer place. Why are you always like that?”

“Oh? You have to ask?” Jimin throws back, hellbent on getting his revenge for Yoongi and you convincing Taehyung to stay back.

“Please be quiet, Jimin”, Taehyung begs, getting dismissed with a flick of Jimin’s wrist.

“Yeah, fucking shut your mouth”, you spit, squeezing Yoongi’s neck in an angry massage.

“You barely even know how to be human and you want to tell the rest of us how to behave. Look at yourself first and actually learn how to handle your emotions or are you too much of a monster for that, mhm?” Jimin spits.

Yoongi falls back in his chair, eyes showing how deeply hurt he was because of his words.

“Be quiet!” you bark.

“Leave him alone or I’ll kill you!” Jungkook yells with ruby eyes.

“Be honest, you don’t love her. You-”, Jimin continues.

“Shut up, you fuck!” you interrupt him, but Jimin doesn’t care.

“You’re nothing but a greedy Glutton having found your obsession with her. Those aren’t real feelings, you’re just being a fucked-up Glutton.”

“I’m going to kill you“, Yoongi roars, jumping up from the seat to launch himself at Jimin.

He doesn’t get far and strong magic flings him against a wall, knocking the air out of him.

“My love!” you exclaim.

Yoongi is on his feet in an instant, bleeding out of his cheek now that he has a big shard of a shattered picture frame casually stuck in his flesh. He rips it out and drops it, eyes focusing on Sophie.

“What the hell?” he says, wound closing up quickly.

“No violence in my home. Do you hear me, Min Yoongi?” she says calmly.

“So I can’t even fucking defend myself? Did you hear what he said to me? I just gotta sit there and take it?” Yoongi spits, pointing at his own chest with his eyes widened in shocked anger.

Sophie shrugs her shoulders, earning herself the most poisonous look from Meredith.

Jimin snickers, only fuelling the anger in Yoongi’s chest.

“Shut the fuck up!” he barks, “stop laughing you ugly bastard!”

“Oh, I’m sorry but this hilarious. What’s wrong, Min Yoongi? Are you embarrassed that you got called out? Mhm? Control your emotions, will you?”

“Princess, please”, Yoongi looks at you with pitch black eyes, “please, can I kill him? I’m fucking begging you.” Yoongi suddenly hisses, face contorting in pain. “Ah, shit”, he groans, hands falling to his temples.

“Control your temper, old friend”, Sophie warns.

“Sophie, stop that before I put you down”, Meredith warns.

“Stop that, please!” you beg.

“Yoongi hasn’t done anything wrong!” Jungkook pleads.

“No, no, continue this is hilarious”, Jimin cackles.

“Please everyone just stop”, Taehyung wails.

“Jesus fuck, you’ve got issues Jimin. Serious issues”, Hoseok murmurs.

“Are you behaving?” Sophie challenges.

“Sophie! Cut the bullshit!” Meredith yells and with a flick of her wrists stops Sophie’s magic.

Yoongi shoots up with a gasp, sending Sophie a dark gaze before his eyes fall to a cackling Jimin.

He storms to the table, slamming his hands on it.

“What’s your fucking problem?” he spits, “why do you wanna ruin everything I build?”

“You have to ask?!”

“Yes! Yes I gotta fucking ask!”

Jimin jumps up, slamming his hands on the table, “because you never helped me! You let Namjoon hurt me to the point where I took days to heal! You let him ruin my life, so why should I sit idly by and watch you find happiness when you allowed him to ruin mine?” Jimin screams, “why did you never help me? Why did you let him hurt me so much? Why?”

Jimin stares, inhales loudly and presses out a sob. His face contorts in tears. The room is silent as everyone stares.

“Why was I never good enough for your help? I know I’m not perfect, but why did I have to suffer so much? Why?”

Yoongi is panting and slowly but surely his once angry features morph into surprise.

“That’s it? That’s why you’ve been acting like such a fucking bastard all this time? Because you wanted revenge?” Yoongi says, staring at Jimin with widened eyes.

“Did I stutter? You heard me clearly!” Jimin hisses, dripping tears even if his face contorts in anger.

“Jimin”, Yoongi begins, “for the longest time I had no idea what Namjoon was doing to you.”

“Liar! You just didn’t care!”

“I care now!” Yoongi screams and slams his hand on the table, “yes, you’re right, there was a time where I couldn’t give two shits about what Namjoon did and I’ll regret this for all eternity. And I’m sorry”, Yoongi grips the edge of the table to the point where his pale knuckles turn bright white, “I’m so fucking sorry that I didn’t care for such a long time and that this meant you had to live in hell, but I care now and I’m trying to make up for it by taking action and making sure you guys are safe. I can’t change the past, but I can make sure the future is good. Fuck’s sake you bastard, I could have killed you a dozen times already and yet I didn’t. I didn’t because I want you to find peace. Do you hear me?”

Yoongi slams his hand on the table again just to make a statement.

“I want to make the world a better place for you too. I want you to heal and to feel safe in being yourself. I do all this work for you too! So for fuck’s sake, stop working against me!”

The room is silent. The air is so tense one could cut it with a knife. Yoongi really just said that.

“Hyung”, Taehyung whispers.

Yoongi studies his features, looks at Jimin and clenches his jaw. Their gazes barely meet. A deep inhale. He pushes himself off the table.

“Fuck”, he exhales and turns to storm out of the room.

Silence. One second. Two. Eyes flit to Jimin. He looks honestly and truly surprised, blinking his tears away before his eyes darken in anger (you were all aware that this was pretend to hide his real emotions).

“Stop staring, you cunts”, Jimin hisses and runs out of the room.

“Mimi wait!” Taehyung calls after him, “excuse me for a moment”, he addresses all of you then turns to leave, “Jiminie wait! Talk to me! Wait!” he calls out as he leaves in search for Jimin.

The door closes. You are all alone, exchanging flabbergasted looks.

“What the actual hell was that?” Hoseok says what you are all thinking.

“Did that actually just happen?” Jungkook asks.

“Uhh, what is going on? We’re out for two minutes and everything escalates”, Seokjin says, holding a huge plate of sweet milk cakes.

“Oh dear, what happened? Where’s everyone?” Emma gasps, entering the room seconds later with a tray of chocolate pudding.

“Bro, I can’t. The craziest shit just happened ”, Hoseok answers them.

“Okay? What?”

You stop listening, storming out of the room to look for Yoongi. Judging by the roar of anger coming from the attic, followed by the shattering of something, he must be upstairs.

A shelf filled with heavy book drops right in front of you the moment you set foot into the attic.

“Geez”, you squeak, jumping back at the last moment.

A growl reaches your ear, your eyes meet a shadowy figure staring at you from the darkness. He is carrying a chair but drops it when he finally takes in your presence.

“Yoongi hey, it’s me”, you take a little step closer.

Yoongi growls deeply, carrying his truest face. Hidden slightly in the shadows, he truly looks like a figure of nightmares. But you aren’t scared, not one bit. You are just so incredibly worried.

“Hey love, I’m here.”

“Leave”, Yoongi speaks with two voices, one so sweetly familiar to you and one laced with demonic anger.

You shake your head, stepping over the ruined bookshelf.

He watches you, frozen on the spot and with his shoulders heaving up and down quickly.

“Leave”, he stresses.

“No, I won’t. Somebody’s gotta make sure you don’t hurt yourself.”

“Leave me alone!” he screams, but you shake your head.

“How are you doing?”

“I hate him! That’s how I’m doing”, Yoongi’s voice is raised in anger “I hate him so much.”

“He was just trying to provoke a reaction from you”, you say.

“Then he should pick something else!” he yells, kicking a book across the room, “not my emotions!”

“I know love, I know. But he knows that he can get you like this, I’m sure that’s why he always does that shit.”

“He doesn’t even understand me! Doesn’t he get it? I spent half of my life forcing myself to rot and the rest of it wanting to fucking die. A-and now I just want to make the world better! Why can’t he let me be?!”

Yoongi kicks another book.

“All I’ve been feeling, all my fucking life, was pain until you came”, Yoongi stops abruptly, inhaling shakily, “a-and he dares to question my feelings for you? He dares to say that, that i-it’s not real? That, t-that it’s only because I’m a-”, Yoongi stops talking, throwing his hand over his own mouth even if it is hard in his current state.

“I know my prince, I know how betrayed and angry you feel, I feel the same”, you say, inching closer.

“Stay where you are”, he warns, stumbling back.

But you don’t listen.

“Please don’t come any closer”, he begs hiding away in the shadows.

But you reach for him. He flinches, but doesn’t fight you off.

You cup his cheeks, eyes racing over his features.

“Don’t touch me, look away”, he chokes out, trying and failing to pull his head away, to hide his features, to become normal again.

“I love you”, you say, tracing the features which brought him so much misery in his life. And you do it with unyielding adoration.

Yoongi blinks, mouth slowly morphing back into his normal mouth. You smile, tracing his lips.

“I love you, Min Yoongi”, you repeat, caressing his cheeks.

The obsidian veins disappear from his skin as if your touch was magic. And to Yoongi it was. The only magic able to bring back harmony to his loud mind.

“I love you”, you whisper, stepping closer just so you can kiss his lips.

Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut, cupping your cheeks with shaking fingers.

When you pull back and his eyes flutter open again, nothing but the endless depth of his dark brown eyes stare back at you.

You smile, tracing the sensitive skin right underneath them.

“How are you?” you ask him.

Yoongi’s eyes race between yours, his fingers grasp your face.

“I love you”, he chokes out, “I love you with all my heart and every fucking inch of my soul. It’s not because I’m a-”, his lips tremble, “you know that, don’t you?”

“Yes, Yoongi I do. I wouldn’t mind if you’re a little obsessed with me, though. Quite frankly, I hope you are.”

He laughs, spilling tears. You wipe them away, smiling with him.

“I am”, he says, nodding his head.

“Good. Because I’m obsessed with you too”, you say, “all of you. Every side of you.”

Painful embarrassment washes over his features. “I’m so sorry”, he croaks, hiding his face in the palms of his hands, “you were not supposed to see me like that. I’m so ugly.”

“Shut up, no you’re not”, you gasp, “I just told you that I’m obsessed with every side of you and I meant it!”

He shudders in an inaudible sob, growing smaller in an attempt to hide away.

“I'm sorry”, he croaks, “I'm sorry, I’m crying so much lately. I’m sorry I have so much going on, everything hurts me.”

“God Yoongi. Come here, my love. I’ll give you the best goddamn hug ever”, you say, pulling him in aggressively. Oh, you hug him as tightly as possible, as strongly as possible, as adoringly as possible. You need to squeeze every single ounce of self hatred out of his tiny little body.

“I’m sorry”, he squeaks.

“Stop apologising. You can cry as much as you need to”, you assure him, swaying your bodies from side to side.

“I fucking hate emotions. They’re so much.”

“I know, but you’re not alone. You’ve got me and you’ve got Kookie. We’ll always be there for you when it gets too much.”

“I know”, he squeezes you, “I’m so grateful for you. Thank you so much.”

“Don’t. I do it gladly”, you whisper and pull him closer.

“Fuck”, he melts into you, “I’m so ugly, aren’t I?”

“Shut up! Don’t ever call yourself ugly again. You’re so beautiful”, you say, shaking him violently, “don’t do that. Hear me, my love?” you say through gritted teeth, apparently shaking him so well that Yoongi feels the need to begin squirming, making sounds of embarrassment as he does. They are a mixture of unsure giggles and little huffs of air.

“Hear me?” you say, doing the unthinkable of picking him up.

Yoongi full on whines, grasping your shoulders tightly.

“You’re pretty”, you say, bouncing him in your arms, “so freaking handsome.”

“Stop. Set me down”, Yoongi complains, kicking the air weakly.

“Not before you tell me that you think that you’re handsome”, you warn, bouncing him again just so you can grip him better. Right under his butt, squishing up the flesh and holding his legs hostage.

“I’m handsome. Now let me down”, he says.

“Now say it as if you mean it.”

“I-I’m handsome”, he stutters.

“Good boy”, you praise, holding him for a little while longer.

“Let. Me. Down”, Yoongi stresses, wiggling like a panicky fish. His cheeks are burning up, aflame, properly flushed. His eyes can’t bear to look anywhere close your face.

“You’re so cute, my prince. And really light, I could carry you for hours.”

“Well don’t, set me down”, Yoongi stresses, kicking the air again.

“Uff fine”, you let out, dropping him without warning.

Yoongi lands clumsily, knees buckling so much that he falls into you.

“Gosh, you sweetie”, you chuckle, caressing his back.

“No”, Yoongi pushes himself off of you just to run to the other side of the room. Now pressed against the round window and with his hands pressed to his chest, he looks at you panickedly.

“Don’t run away, come here”, you say, closing the distance in big steps, “let me give you squishies.”

“Stay away, you’re weird”, he says, fighting you off by slapping your hands softly.

“No”, you say, burying your face in his neck, “you’re so handsome and I need you to remember this, always.”

“I, I will just don’t lift me again.”

“Did you like it?”

Silence for a second, then a whispered, “no, it’s weird.”

“Oh, you’re lying”, you say, giggling as you lift your head to gaze at him, “be honest, you love it when I push you around.”

He looks to the side, “shut up”, he murmurs.

“It’s because you’re tiny and cute”, you add, making him widen his eyes in shock.

“Shut up”, he whines, “what the hell is your problem?”

You cackle, caressing his waist.

“Don’t laugh like that”, Yoongi hisses, pressing himself against the cold window as tightly as possible.

“You’re so cute, oh my gosh”, you say, squishing yourself against him. You nuzzle your face into his neck, “I wanna eat you up”, you whisper, biting him gently.

He gasps then shudders with his entire body, knees growing weak and hands clutching your hips. His head falls against your shoulder completely defeated by gravity. His arms wind around your torso until your bodies are almost merged into one. And even then he squeezes you tighter to make sure that you were really here in his arms.

“You are so sweet”, you whisper, melting in his embrace.

“Do you think that he was right?” he asks quietly.

“No, he was being a cunt”, you say without hesitation, “you don’t suck at emotions and he should take a look at himself in my opinion. Because if someone has issues, then it’s him. Not you”, you assure him, “you do so much for everyone, even for him, and if he is too stubborn to see that then it’s his problem not yours.”

“You really think so?” he sounds unsure.

“Yes, I really think so”, you say. You run your fingers through his long hair and with it, sending his mind into a complete state of tranquillity, “don’t let his words get to you. I’m sure he is already regretting them now that he knows that despite all the shit he pulls, you still want to make the world better for him.”

“He makes it really hard. All I wanna do is help people and he always calls me a monster.”

“I know”, you squeeze, “fuck, I know. But it’s not true when he says that. You are not a monster and nobody thinks that you are.”

Yoongi nods his head in understanding.

“I’ll fix it, yeah? I’ll have a talk with him.”

“No, don’t.”

“Well, I want to. You’re my Yoongi and that means I’ll try to fix the shit that hurts you.”

Yoongi can’t even control the pout washing over his face while his brows furrow tightly. His chest tightens not uncomfortably but from utter gratefulness.

Maybe it’s not that bad that you found him. Maybe Yoongi is glad that he didn’t hide well enough. Maybe it is actually nice to be held and to know that he can share that awful pain in his chest. And maybe it is actually nice to know he can lean on you and maybe because of it, he doesn’t feel like crying anymore.

“Thank you”, his voice is barely there and if he wasn’t hugging you so closely you probably would have missed it.

“Don’t. I mean it”, you tell him, craning your neck to kiss his forehead.

Yoongi closes his eyes. The kiss you just gave him lingers on his skin even long after you pull back. It keeps him warm and makes him decide that he loves forehead kisses so, so much.

“I love you, Yoongi love”, you whisper, swaying your bodies from side to side almost as if you were dancing.

Yoongi lets you guide him with his eyes closed and his body calming down more and more. He may have a lot of issues, but they don’t even feel important when you are holding him. He runs his hands to your upper back and presses your chest closer to his’. He can feel your heartbeat this way. The sensation is paradise to him. It truly is.

“I love you too”, he says so quietly that only you can hear him. It feels easy to say these words right now. Because you make it so godamn easy to love you. Yoongi tightens his arms around you and buries his nose in the warm of neck, “so much”, he adds.

“Oh, my love”, you whisper, ruffling his hair. You won’t ever grow tired of hearing these wonderful words from him.

“Yoongi? Are you there? I- what the hell happened here?” the voice interrupting your silence rips Yoongi out of his comforting trance.

You both look at the door.

Jelena is standing in the threshold, staring at the ruined bookshelf.

“What did you do?” she asks, lowering her eyes in annoyance.

Yoongi picks you up just so he can set you aside. You huff out air. Stupid Jelena interrupting your sweet moment. You were so ready to hug him for the rest of the night.

“What do you need, Jelena?” Yoongi speaks without emotion in his voice, carrying his usual public frown on his face.

“I just returned from my research and wanted to share it with you. Did you do that?”

“No”, Yoongi lies perfectly, “this was already like that when we came here. What did you learn?”

“Are you changing the topic?”

Yoongi struts to her in big steps, “no, you’re imagining it.”

“Sure, I am”, she says, shaking her head in disbelief, “you’re cleaning this mess, I am telling you. If Meredith finds out that you destroyed her bookshelf, she’ll kill you.”

“Whatever. What did you learn?”

“Come, I’ll show you.”

“Wait! I’ll come with you” you call out, hurrying to Yoongi’s side. You grab his hand. He gives you a gentle squeeze instantly, pulling you closer to him as if it was instinct.

“You are okay, aren’t you?” Jelena asks, studying Yoongi’s face. She can notice the small glimmers of past tears on his lashes.

“I’m fine now”, he answers her, squeezing your hand again.

Jelena sneaks a glance at you and smiles knowingly.

“That’s good to hear. You know, Hale had a lot to say.”

“Yeah? What did he say?”

Jelena reaches into her bag and pulls out a book, placing it into Yoongi’s hand.

“He gave us one of his spell books as an amplifier.”

“That’s good. It’ll help a lot”, Yoongi says, handing the book back to her, “will he be with us for the locating spell tomorrow?”

“Yes and he’ll bring his husband too.”

“Mhm”, Yoongi glances at Jelena, “I didn’t know that they got married.”

“Yes, five years ago. Luka was the one who asked him.”

“That’s good. They deserve each other”, Yoongi says, drawing a small heart on your hand.

“Are Luke and Hale witches too?”

“Yes, they’ve been practicing magic for two hundred years?” Jelena glances at Yoongi.

“Mhm yeah around that much”, Yoongi says, “they’re experts in locating spells.”

“We’ll use the spell to finally track Namjoon, right?” you ask to which Yoongi nods his head.

“Yeah. Hopefully it’ll work. The updates Hale gave me until now always led to Namjoon having already fled the cities.”

“Yes, but with you here as an anchor we can track him as precisely as possible”, Jelena says.

“Yeah, right”, Yoongi agrees, slowing down his steps as you pass by the dining room. Everyone except for Sophie and Shirley (another witch who joined the coven with Sophie) was missing.

“It’s empty?” you say.

Sophie turns.

“Ah hello there”, she says, “the others are in the sitting room if you need them. The witches left for the market, yes the market. Why are you guys here?”

“I came back from Hale. Yoongi and I wanted to go over his spell book and prepare the ingredients for tomorrow’s locating spell.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful. We’ll join you. Right Shirley?”

“Yes, we’ll join you.”

“We should do it upstairs, Jelena”, Sophie says, “it’s better than staying in the mess outside.”

“What do you mean?” you ask.

“It’s a mess, I am telling you. Jimin is screaming at Taehyung in the garden. Look he even managed to cut both our hands”, she says and shows off the deep cut on her hand.

Shirley shows off hers as well. They look done by a knife.

Yoongi lowers his eyes at them, “that’s a precise cut.”

“Indeed”, Sophie agrees, “he had a knife.”

“A knife? Did he?”

“Yes, yes either way”, Sophie places her hands on Jelena’s shoulders and pushes her gently, “we should do it in your room, it’s better than going outside.”

“Wait”, you say.

The witches and Yoongi look at you. You only look at Yoongi.

“Do you want to go looking for Tae while I talk with the others?” Yoongi asks with understanding in his voice.

You nod your head, “are you okay with that?”

“Of course”, he assures you, caressing the back of your head, “don’t go too far, yeah? I need you to be in ears’ length still”, he steps closer and presses his lips to you ear to whisper, “take this and throw it on the ground when something happens. Do not take your ring off.”

“What?” you whisper so only he can hear you, accepting the small flask of what looks like ash. You clutch it tightly in your hand.

“Don’t step out of the circle, yeah?” Yoongi whispers and straigtens up to look deep into your eyes. You are confused by his words, but don’t dare to ask him for clarification. You know Yoongi. There was a reason why he whispered the last part.

“Y-yeah, yeah I won’t”, you say.

“That’s my princess”, he praises and smiles. He gives your cheek a soft caress and steps back, “be careful, love.”

“I will”, you promise him, “I’ll see you later.”

“Mhm yeah.”

And with that you abandon Yoongi and the witches on the staircase, hurrying to the kitchen. You open your palm when you are sure that you are alone.

“What did he mean by all of that?” you wonder out loud in a murmur, inspecting the flask. It is made of translucent glass, showcasing a black powder. It must be of magical nature. Yoongi told you to throw it on the ground and not to step out of the circle. Does it mean that this powder will form a circle once thrown on the ground? And will it protect you? It must be that. Yoongi only tells you to do certain things if they meant your safety.

You close your palm and take a deep breath. You have to stay calm. For now, you aren’t in danger. Yoongi would have reacted differently if you were and he wouldn’t have let you run off alone. Whatever he just gave you must be a precaution. Perhaps to you wanting to talk to Taehyung and Jimin. It would make sense why he told you to not take off your ring.

“Okay, I’m calm. As long as I have this and my ring, I’m fine”, you say and decide to continue your journey. It isn’t far anymore.

You run into someone as you leave for outside.

“Oh? Oops”, you stumble and look up, “Jimin?”

“Outta my way.”

“Hey”, you stop him by his wrist before he can leave, “where’s Tae?”

“Outside, fountain. Let me go.”

“No. I know what you did to him. You’re not running away now”, you say, pushing him back until he stumbles outside with his back facing the terrace.

“Huh?” he lets out, tilting his head to the side in confusion.

“You’re not gonna fuck him up again and then ditch. Fucking own up to your mistakes”, you spit, pushing him again.

“What the fuck are you saying?”

“Also? The things you said to Yoongi about him only being with me because he’s a Glutton? I need you to apologise for them. You know, just like everyone here, that Yoongi loves me honestly and deeply, so don’t you dare say that again. He does so much, so be fucking grateful”, you say and grip his wrist tightly. You tug him with you, “now follow me. Where is Tae?”

“Fountain, I said so”, Jimin says, stumbling after you, “hey, let go of me. What are you doing?”

“I also want you to clear up the lies you told Tae. You fucking bastard won’t get outta this situation by making me the villain. You messed up, so fucking own up to it. You can’t expect Yoongi to own up to his shit, but then you do nothing to better yourself.”

“You are literally so confusing right now”, Jimin says, stumbling after you.

You ignore him, looking for Taehyung.

“Taehyung?” you call out.

No answer.

“Where are you? Please answer me”, you try again, walking to the fountain.

No answer, just the gurgling of the water.

“Taehy- oh there you are”, you had almost fallen over him as you crossed the corner, “hey, what are you doing here sitting in the dark and on the cold ground?”

He lifts his head, furrowing his brows in confusion.

“What are you doing here?” he asks.

“I heard what Jimin did, so I brought him here to apologise”, you say, gripping the latter by his shoulders and shoving him in front of you.

Taehyung and Jimin exchange a confused look.

“What is she talking about, Mimi?”

“You tell me”, Jimin says.

“Huh?” you poke your head past Jimin’s arm, “stop acting confused. You yelled at Tae, didn’t you?”

“What?” Jimin lets out and snorts.

Taehyung breaks into laughter as well.

You look at them, “why are you laughing?”

“He didn’t yell at me”, Taehyung says, wiping tears from his eyes, “we merely talked and then Jimin left to get some wine.”

“I don’t know who told you that, but we’re good sweetheart”, Jimin says and snickers.

They both do and somehow it annoys you.

“What’s so funny?” you hiss at them, stomping your foot loudly.

Taehyung stops laughing, looking up at you with widened eyes. Jimin still continues, but stops soon after when you slap his arm hard enough that it hurts.

“Ah”, he gasps, rubbing the spot.

“You two piss me off lately”, you spit.

“Me? Why me?” Taehyung gasps.

“Because you’re acting like an idiot.”

“Huh?” Taehyung lets out, widening his eyes further.

“Yeah, you heard me”, you say and slam your hand down on Jimin’s shoulder, “stay. You’re not running away.”

“But-”, Jimin doesn’t get to finish his complaint and you have already forced him to his knees. Jimin falls onto his butt with a low grunt, wobbling so hard he falls into Taehyung’s side. The latter catches him by throwing his arm over his shoulder. They both stare up at you with widened eyes afterwards, looking utterly and truly flabbergasted.

“This is as much your conversation as it is Tae’s. So stay”, you say, “actually you know what? Imma start with you either way. You’re a dick.”

“Thanks.”

“You know damn well that Yoongi’s the only person who can actually save your ass if Namjoon ever finds out you’re alive. I also know that that’s the main reason why you two idiots are still here even if you are too proud to admit it.”

They both lower their eyes.

“Look at me”, you order them and somehow they are so surprised by your harsh tone that they actually follow, “clearly you have your own packages to heal from and I won’t ever invalidate the trauma you had to live through and I genuinely wish for you to heal from it, but I won’t allow you acting like an ass because of it. You are going to apologise to Yoongi and you are finally going to tell Taehyung the truth about what happened at the club.”

Taehyung glances at Jimin.

“Are we clear, Park Jimin?” you spit.

“And if I don’t?”

“Do you wanna find out how I am when I’m actually angry?” you warn, taking a small step closer.

Jimin presses his back against the fountain as inconspicuously as possible.

“It’s alright, darling. I’m not angry that you lied. I understand why you did it”, Taehyung assures you and tries to hold your hand. Your dark eyes flit to him, darkening even more. He gulps, pulling his hand away again.

“You’re a naïve idiot if you really think that I could actually lie like this”, you say, “no. You know what? You piss me off”, you add in a harsher voice, “there. I said it. Ever since Jimin is back you are acting like a literal idiot.”

“Rude”, Jimin says.

“Shut up, it’s not your turn.”

“So can I leave?”

“Does this look like this kind of situation?” you throw back, “I don’t think so. You are leaving when I tell you that you can.”

“Fuck. Fine”, Jimin mumbles, looking to the side.

You look back at Taehyung, who looks both scared and highly impressed by you.

“I know that Jimin is your best friend and I really don’t want to portray him as a complete asshole because I know that he has his reasons for being the way he is, which by the way no excuse”, you add the last part solely for Jimin to hear, sending him a look.

He retorts it with a scoff.

“But you seriously have to stop giving him so much power over you”, you address Taehyung again, “ever since he’s back, you stopped thinking for yourself. And I know I’m sure you just want to impress your best friend because you missed him a lot, but I get the feeling that you are dancing on the border of giving yourself up for him and I can’t allow that to happen, Tae.”

“I kinda feel so attacked right now”, Jimin murmurs.

“Good. This is supposed to hurt, maybe you’ll finally get it together then”, you throw at him and look at Taehyung, “I know that you are confident and that you are proud of your morals and your beliefs. And seeing you give up that part of yourself again is worrying to watch.”

“I’m not giving myself up. Why are you saying this? You are just trying to find a reason to exclude Jimin, aren’t you? That is why you are making this up.”

“No, I’m not. Contrary to popular belief, I don’t want to exclude anyone. I just worry about you. You have to admit that Jimin is playing with you. And that he’s one major asshole.”

“Rude?” Jimin gasps.

“But true”, you say, “sit your ass down”, you say, pushing him back down as he tries to get up. You keep your hand on his shoulder tightly, “you are going to hear what I have to say.”

Your eyes shift to Taehyung. He knows that it’s his turn to speak.

“He isn’t playing me.”

“I truly think that he is. I’m hoping that his intentions for you are of no evil nature, because I can see that you really love him, but I still think that he uses certain tricks to make sure you would always stay with him. And that’s shitty of him to do and it isn’t healthy, Tae. Not one bit.”

“I can literally hear you”, Jimin hisses.

“Good. That’s the fucking point, you walnut”, you throw back, letting go of his shoulder and crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“And now tell me. Which tricks should that be?” Taehyung sounds just slightly angry again.

“When he lied to you about the night at the club for example. He knew that we were fighting and twisted the story so I would look as if I wanted to break you and him apart.”

“Well, what else were you attempting to do?”

“Taehyung”, you spit with honest anger in your voice, “stop doing that. Why would I lie to you like that? Why would I wait days to drop this supposed lie? If I really wanted Jimin gone, I could have told you the moment we left that club bathroom, but I didn’t. I literally threw up because I was so scared of turning into a Glutton and yet, yet you believed his lies. And now you still want to continue to call me a liar?”

Taehyung gawks at you.

“I am hurt”, you finally speak your truth, “you hurt me and I’m tired of glossing this over. You call me a liar and accuse me of manipulating you when you know damn well that you are best friends with the biggest manipulator ever. You push me away over and over again, act like a childish fuckboy with your asshole friends and you almost killed me when we fucked and proceeded to get angry at me when I told you that I don’t want to blood share anymore, reducing me to nothing more than just your blood bag. And yet you deem it unnecessary to show any sort of remorse.”

“But that’s not true! I am remorseful”, he insists, touching his own chest, “it has been eating me up alive and I can barely even look at you without feeling sick in guilt. Please believe me, I didn’t want to turn you into a blood bag or go too far that night and, and I am sorry. Please believe me, my darling.”

“Stop that”, you silence him, “for once I want you to be truthful too. You are always saying all these beautiful poetic words and yet I haven’t seen any actions lately.”

Taehyung closes his mouth.

“You should have apologised once you found out how much you hurt me. I don’t blame you for losing control, because we were both reckless idiots. But to get no apology from you even after you found out how far you went hurts me, but what hurts me most is that you would believe Jimin over me.”

You bite down your tears, because this was not the time to tear up.

“I’m hurt by you, Taehyung. The only reason Jimin, and you for that matter, is still alive is because of me. It’s because I told Yoongi not to kill him. Time and time, I’m the one keeping Yoongi at bay even if sometimes I wanna give him the fucking go. Without me, you guys would both be dead already. I want you to stay with me and I fucking want you to keep your best friend. Do you hear me?”

Taehyung nods his head, avoiding eye contact.

“And it hurts me that you think that lowly of me and that you find it unnecessary to apologise for how you acted lately. And if you are going to continue to behave this way, you are going to lose me. And it’s not going to be because I chose Yoongi, but because you messed it up.”

Taehyung lowers his head. Jimin stares at him then at you.

“And this goes for you too. If you keep acting like such an asshole, you are going to bring me to the point where I won’t stop Yoongi anymore. He can very well kill you for all I care. And it’s going to be because of you, because you kept acting like a fucking cunt even after all the chances we gave you.”

Jimin looks away and touches the side of his neck. He doesn’t say anything, which meant a lot with him.

Silence. It feels suffocating, but you stand your ground. You said what you wanted to say and it’s making you so nervous that you feel sick to the stomach. You don’t let it show. They had to know and while it’s making you sick, you had to finally stand up for yourself.

Taehyung is the one to break the silence.

“I’m sorry”, he says and for the first time in a long time his voice finally sounds honest. He looks into your eyes, “I’m sorry.”

You listen with your eyes racing between his’.

“I don’t want to lose you and I am sorry, but for that to truly sound honest, I have to reevaluate myself, don’t I?” he furrows his brows, “how unfair of me to expect of you to care for me when I haven’t shown you any remorse for what I did. You are right, I should have apologised the second I found out what I had done and yet I was too proud to do so.”

He lowers his eyes.

“I stubbornly went up against Yoongi to defend my pride instead of redeeming myself to the person I actually hurt”, he looks into your eyes, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for hurting you and for calling you a liar and for treating you as if you were my property. You aren’t my property. I don’t owe you, I have the privilege to be with you because you want me to be with you and I don’t want to ruin this.”

He kneels and reaches for your hands. You allow him to hold them.

“You don’t have to believe my words, but I want to do better from now on”, he says, caressing your knuckles, “I won’t ever take your blood again and I will only feed you my own when you ask me to do so or if you are hurt unbearably.”

“Do you mean that?”

“Yes. Yes, I do. From the bottom of my wicked, twisted heart I do.”

You laugh softly, painting a small smile to his lips.

“So please may I have one more chance to fix what I broke?” he asks, resting his forehead on your hands.

“I think”, you begin, “I think I can give you one more chance, but if I realise that all those things you just said are nothing but beautiful, yet empty, words again, I will leave.”

“I know I just…I just…just…”

Taehyung’s eyes roll back then his body goes slack and falls against you.

“Taehyung?” you ask him, “are you alright?”

He doesn’t answer you, lying still against you with all his weight.

“Tae?” panic fills your voice, “Tae?” you try again, cupping his cheek.

What is happening? Did he just pass out?

“Taehyung?” you squad down, gasping loudly when this makes his body slip from you and almost fall to the ground violently.

You catch his head before that can happen, making sure to place it on the stone most carefully.

“Taehyung? Hey, Tae!” you shake him by his shoulders, “what the hell are you doing?”

Nothing.

You check for a pulse first in instinct until you realised and checked for his breath instead. It was so slow that it was almost nonexistent.

“Tae?” you try again, touching his face.

It is ice cold. Despite being filled with warmth just seconds ago, it feels colder than ice now.

“Taehyung? It’s not funny anymore. What are you doing?”

You laugh in fear, shaking him again.

“Please wake up.”

You sneak a glance at Jimin. He is lying on the ground on his side and his legs bend into an unnatural position. As if his body collapsed like a lifeless ragdoll.

“Jimin?” you gasp, turning him around carefully.

His eyes are closed, his skin feels colder than ice.

“Jimin? What the hell? Why, why are you passed out too?” you shake him by his shoulders, “Jimin? Hey! Wake up, you dick!”

You know that it is fruitless. Jimin is just as lifeless as Taehyung.

“Tae?” you try him one last time, but when he doesn’t budge no matter how hard you shake him or how loudly you call his name, you decide to get help.

“Shit”, you press out, “what the hell is happening?”

You have to get to the others, make sure they are okay and ask them for help if they are. Quick! There is no time to spare! You have to run.

“I’ll be back”, you tell them and with wobbly knees you stumble to your feet, running up the path as quickly as the dark night allows you to.

The lights in the sitting room are still burning. Good. That means the others are still inside.

“Guys!” you break through the door. They are still sitting on the sofas, having their head turned away from you, “guys, please help me. Tae and Jimin are passed out and I can’t get them to wake up and I don’t know what-”

You stop, screaming up in shock upon finding your friends just as lifeless as Taehyung and Jimin. Jungkook has fallen off the sofa, now lying on the floor with his drink spilled all over his unmoving chest. Hoseok’s head has fallen against the headrest in an unnatural position and Seokjin’s body is slacking to the side while his eyes are open yet unmoving. Emma has fallen face first on Seokjin’s lap, head turned uncomfortably.

“Seokjin?” you try him as he looked to be the most awake.

You have to realise that this was just an illusion. His skin was just as cold and his breathing was just as miniscule. His eyes were grey, vast of his pupils or irises.

“Holy fuck”, you gasp, “what the hell is that? Seokjin?”

He slacks to the front as a reaction to you trying to lift his head. His glass slips from his fingers and falls on the floor, spilling the liquid all over your feet.

“No”, you stumble back, “nonono what, what’s wrong with you guys?” you press out shakily, “guys, please wake up.”

They stay still. Quiet. Unresponsive. Almost dead.

You turn with panic in your stomach to find the one person who will help. The one person who always knows what to do. The one person who is strong enough to fight everything.

Yoongi.

You have to find Yoongi.

He will help. He will save the others. Once you are with him, everything will be alright again.

“Yoongi!” you scream into the nothingness, “Yoongi, where are you? Please answer me!”

You stumble through every room on the ground floor first, calling out your hero’s name over and over again.

“Please Yoongi, I need you!”

Upstairs. That’s where Jelena’s room is. The stairs are hard to take now that you can barely see in fear.

“Yoongi, where are you!? I need you! The others need you!”

Faster. You have to be faster.

“I need you! Please!”

He appears then. Stumbling out of a room upon hearing your pleading voice.

“Yoongi! Oh Yoongi”, you call out and begin sobbing in pure gratefulness, “oh Yoongi, you are finally here. Please help me, the others are all passed out. Their skin is cold and Seokjin’s eyes are grey. I don’t know what is happening! Please help me!”

Yoongi turns to you, looking at you with big eyes.

“Yoongi, I’m so scared. I don’t know what is happening.”

He stumbles again, lifting his arms as if he wanted to reach for you.

You stop running.

“Yoongi?”

“Run.”

His eyes roll back and his legs lose their strength.

“Yoongi! No!”

You try to catch him with outstretched arms, but too late. He falls to the ground like a lifeless doll, hitting his head on the hardwood floor.

“Yoongi”, you can barely feel how you scrape your knees upon falling to catch him, “Yoongi please”, you beg, lifting his head on top of your lap.

He looks at you with grey eyes. They move as if they have forgotten how to find focus, how to see. Is that it? Is the greyness in them blinding him?

“Yoongi, can you see me?”

“Prin…cess…”

“Yes, Yoongi? Yes?” you ask hopefully.

“Your…mind….”

“What’s with it? Yoongi, please stay with me.”

“…trust…”

His head rolls to the side and his lips part never to be used again. His eyes finally fall closed.

“Yoongi?” you shake him gently, “what’s with my mind? Who should I trust? Yoongi, please answer me”, you beg, cupping his cheeks.

His skin is colder than ice.

“What is happening to you? Oh god, Yoongi please wake up.”

His breathing is stronger than that of the others, but it is still barely there.

“Yoongi, please wake up please. I don’t know what is happening. Please I need you”, you beg, sobbing softly, “I’m so lost without you, please Yoongi please wake up.”

You shake him softly, cup his cheek, wipe your tears falling on his forehead.

“Please wake up”, you whisper.

But Yoongi doesn’t wake up. He has left you in the uncertainty, in your fear and your inability to solve whatever was haunting you.

“Yoongi, oh Yoongi”, you sob, leaning down to kiss his forehead, “please Yoongi help me. Please I don’t know what to do.”

“___?”

You lift your head upon hearing a voice.

“Suzy!” you call out, “oh Suzy please help me. Yoongi. He is passed out and, and I can’t get him to wake up. His skin is so cold. And the others! The others are downstairs, looking just the same!”

Suzy hurries to you and kneels down. She touches Yoongi’s face.

“Oh no”, she murmurs, “oh no so she has truly done it.”

“Done what?”

“Jelena she…oh ___ I have to confess something to you.”

“What? Just tell me, please just save them.”

“There are people in our coven, who hate Yoongi’s kind. Vampires. They despise them and I believe that they activated the device which we created to capture Namjoon.”

“Are you sure? But they are all passed out. How strong is this device?”

“I’m not sure, they must have used something to strengthen it, so that their magic would reach all the vampires.”

“What is happening to them?”

“They are most definitely dying.”

“What?” your heart shatters, “what? no”, your voice barely comes out audible, “please Suzy, you have to stop it. Please.”

“Come with me”, she says and takes your hand, “I will see what I can do.”

“Thank you, oh thank you so very much.”

And so you run, run and run with Suzy by your side. You are still frightened, terribly scared, but there is hope in your heart as well. Suzy is strong. She is wise. She knows what has to be done to safe your family. She will help you.

Suzy guides you over the lawn to the place where you watched them work all those long days in the estate.

“You were right”, you say, “there are lights burning inside.”

“I fear I was”, Suzy says with hurry in her voice, “we have to be fast, I fear that we don’t have much time.”

“Oh Suzy, please tell me that you can fix this.”

“I will try, I promise you.”

The shed is abandoned, but just as Suzy feared, the device was on. It is glowing, screeching menacingly.

“It’s so loud”, you gasp, covering your ears.

“I fear it is almost too much. The magic is too strong. Oh ___ this is worse than I imagined it to be”, she calls out to you in your thoughts for speaking normally was impossible in the screeching noise.

“Worse? What do you mean worse?”

“I fear that it is close to exploding and if that happens, every vampire along this coast is going to die.”

“What? But this is awful. How do we stop it?”

Suzy looks around the shed for a moment. She stops and squats down, picking up something glistening.

She turns to you, carrying a knife between her shaking fingers. The silver blade was covered in blood.

“What’s that?” you ask her, running to her.

“This is not good. Jelena must have used blood magic to active the device.”

“Blood magic?”

“Yes. That is why it is so powerful because Jelena fuelled it with her blood. Her hatred filled blood is running through the machine and giving it its power.”

“This is possible?”

“Yes, as long as the device is fuelled by her blood, as long as Jelena is alive, it will fill with magic until it finally bursts.”

“So Jelena ran to make sure that we wouldn’t put an end to her.”

“Exactly.”

“So how do we stop it?” you ask because you have no knowledge of magic and its working ways.

“By giving it another person’s blood.”

“Another person’s blood?”

“Yes. Someone who was wronged by vampires as well, someone who has to blame vampires for their nightmares, someone deeply hurt by them. Maybe even someone who almost lost their life through the hands of vampires. We need someone with reasons to hate them. Someone who can give the device its fuel, but who will use the power to control it for good reasons.”

“So if someone who had bad experiences with vampires fills the device with blood they can control it?”

“Yes exactly.”

“I could do it. I almost got killed by Namjoon, my nightmares are still filled with the night of it. I have bad memories with vampires.”

“You would do such a thing?”

“Yes”, you grab the knife, “yes if it means that I can save my family and all those innocent vampires living here, I will do it.”

Suzy smiles and lets go of the knife.

“Then act hastily. We don’t have much time.”

You run to the device, biting down the pain in your ears for the sake of saving everyone. You can’t be bothered to care about yourself. Not when so many lives are at stake. Not when you are so close to losing your family.

You lift the knife, connecting the blade with your palm. You just have to cut yourself, let the blood trickle over the device. Just like Jelena did it.

Jelena who moments ago was with Yoongi.

Jelena who so very clearly cares about the wellbeing of your friends.

Jelena who somehow managed to find a lie good enough to convince Yoongi she needed to leave.

Jelena who ran and abandoned the one device which could bring her victory.

Jelena who was intelligent enough to make up such a plan, but then forgot to grab the one thing which could expose her ways.

Jelena who was somewhere else mere moments ago and didn’t pass you as you were talking to Taehyung.

You eye the knife.

Why would she leave the knife behind? She must have known that the others would run for the device the moment your friends began collapsing. She must have known that someone would find it and connect the dots. And why are all the other witches gone as if someone or something was holding them hostage? Why is Suzy the only witch, who escaped this invisible force?

“What are you waiting for? We don’t have time”, Suzy calls out.

“What if it doesn’t work? Why would Jelena drop the knife if she knew you would figure her out?”

“Perhaps she left in a hurry and dropped it on accident.”

You look back at the device. You press the blade closer.

“Yes, cut yourself. Yes just one cut. One drop of blood is all it needs.”

Princess. Your mind. Trust.

Yoongi’s words are whispering to you again.

Princess. Your mind. Trust.

Why did he tell you that? What does it mean?

“Do it! We don’t have much time! Give it your blood!”

Princess…trust…your mind.

That is what he wanted to tell you. You should trust your own mind. Your own thoughts. You should trust in what you are thinking.

“What are you waiting for?” Suzy spits and grips your wrist tightly, “cut your palm already.”

You look at her and the anger in her eyes.

“Are you sure that Jelena activated the device?” you ask her.

“Of course she did, who else should have done it?” he hisses, lifting her hand to grab for the knife.

Your eyes flit to the white bandages around her palm.

“Suzy, your hand. Why is it bandaged?” you gasp.

“That?” she doesn’t even look at it, “I cut myself last night when I was trying to make dinner.”

You know for a fact that she didn’t have those bandages last night. Or all of today. You are also sure that she didn’t have those bandages when she magically disappeared to get more wine, never to return. Sophie and Shirley had the same cuts. And once Yoongi saw them, he made sure to give you this magical ash.

Princess, trust your mind.

Jelena didn’t activate this device. Suzy did. Her blood is feeding it, her blood is giving it life. You stay silent with your thoughts, knowing that if you didn’t, she would kill you to get to her goal. The knife was still in your hold for now. You still had the upper hand.

Her blood is giving it life, her blood is going to kill your family.

And only her death is going to stop it.

You scream and cut deep.

You cut deep into Suzy’s chest until you feel your fingers touch the bleeding flesh of her dying body and you can feel her last breath swirl over your face.

“You bitch”, she chokes out and falls.

She coughs out blood the moment she hits the ground. The knife was still lodged in her chest. One cough. Two coughs. Three coughs. Blood covers her face. Her body stops spasming. Stiffness. Eyes half rolled back and soaked ruby from the coughed up blood.

The device stops screeching.

Its glow dies down.

“___?” just seconds later you hear your name being called out by Jungkook.

“Holy fuck, what happened?” Hoseok.

“___ are you okay?” Seokjin.

“Fucking hell, so you were right”, Jimin.

“My sweetest, oh my sweetest are you alright?” Taehyung.

You fall into a chest, get arms wrapped around you.

But you barely feel it.

You barely feel anything.

You should feel too much. Joy over saving them, disgust over having blood on your skin, horror over the dead body, shock, anger, heartbreak, shame.

But you feel nothing.

Not one thing.

Nothing.

“Get her out of here. I’ll take care of it”, Yoongi.

He is back.

You saved them all and yet you feel nothing.

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Is it possible to make a yandare arven but kinda fluffy? Sometimes I wish the main character/reader can accept the yandare-ness (especially arven cause he been through a lot) idk so fluffy yandare arven please? 🥺

Yandere Arven, but fluff fic? Challenge accepted my friend!

Reader x Arven, of course . Slight possessive behavior, but much fluff and cuddles too!

You scrolled through your Rotom phone, absolutely tired from today. As nice as it was to have Battle Studies, the amount of training one had to go through to satisfy Dendra was energy draining. The only thing that made it really worth it was the amount of Experience Points that could level up any team easily.

Luckily, this period was language. Mr. Salvatore had mercy on class (no pun intended) and let a little of free time before class. So you decided it would be best to see what kinds of battle items would help your team in the Ace tournament.

“Leftovers would be good… but perhaps the Lucky Egg could level my team up faster?”

You questioned your decisions, torn between power or levels.

“Or maybe-”

Suddenly, there is a rush of footsteps, before your vision is covered. You drop your Rotom phone in surprise, the device landing with a loud CLACK! on your desk.

“Who is it?”

An energetic tone emitted from the question. You chuckle to yourself, before putting your own hands over the large warm ones.

“Hmm… I don’t know? Who’s very good at cooking, the soon-to-be famous chef?” You smile.

“I wonder?” The voice had a hint of amusement too.

“Arven, eres bien canijo!”

A giggle escaped your upperclassman’s mouth, as he uncovered his hands from your eyes. Arven bent down to hug you from your sitting position, burying his face into your neck.

“We’re best buds, of course you know who I am!”

“Why wouldn’t I? Arven, your voice is so soft just like that caring soul. Plus, those hands are rough from all that adventuring,” you tease lightly.

There was definitely a smile going on, because you could feel his lips curving upwards.

“I shouldn’t expect any less, that’s coming from a Champion,” Arven said. He looked up from his position, now resting his chin on your shoulder. “Que estás viendo?”

“Battle items. The Ace tournament is a lot harder, Nemona’s been training hard.”

Arven hummed, one of his hands traveling up to your hair. He ruffled it slightly, fingers gently caressing the strands.

“She’s not empujando te to do something, is she?” He asked.

Your stomach felt like jittery jello hearing those few words. Nemona had asked you to train with her but…

“No, of course not! She may be eager and happy someone is her rival, but it doesn’t mean she goes to those lengths! It’s nothing to worry about,” you manage to muster.

Arven pondered about the answer for a minute or two, before taking himself off you.

“Well, class is starting. Gotta go to my seat, see you later bud!”

He waves at you with a happy aura painting him. You smile to yourself: Arven reminded you of a joyful puppy.

A puppy that hadn’t seen light in a decade or so, ever since Turo died. Ever since Mabosstiff got injured.

You didn’t mind the way he held you especially close. After all, he had suffered through so much, the least you could do was stay by his side… right?

Well, that joy only lasted for so long. You froze as you heard the seat right beside you creak, someone sitting in it. They placed their items near yours, giving you a slightly warm smile.

Your eyes went wide, before frantically shaking your head, hoping they would take the hint. Thankfully for your classmate, Mr. Salvatore walked in.

You tuned out the usual greeting from him, responding with a slightly grim “Oui.”

Class seemed to take ages, replaced by the shakiness of your body. Even though Pikachu was here as well, the Pokémon’s usual cheerful “Pika!” exclamations.

Hopefully this person would ignore you and take the hint you didn’t want anything to do with them. That you wanted them to get away as soon as possible, never approach you once again. The thought of what would happen…

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

That can’t happen.

Before you knew it, the bell rang. Mr. Salvatore audibly gaped at the bell, before shaking his head. He muttered a few things, before baring them a slightly cheerful “Adieu!”

You quickly tried to gather your items, fear settling into your stomach. The least that could happen was a minor injury but even so…

“Y/N! Hey, you got any plans?”

Arceus. This couldn’t have gone any better could it?

“Um, I guess not?” Your breath was shaky, but you managed to pull the simple response together.

“Wanna train with me and my group? We really admire you, and would like-”

A flinch was forced from your natural instinct, as a hand planted firmly across your shoulder. You could feel a menacing aura behind you, and inhaled deeply.

“Sorry. They have plans with me already.”

Arven’s usual gentle voice, forced a deeper tone. You couldn’t see his eyes, yet knew they were already forming to slits. The usual calm gleam was storming in his eyes.

“Y/N, is that true?”

You knew better by now than to deny any lies, because they were going to be true.

“Well yeah, me and Arven planned on going out for a while, going for ice cream.”

“Ooo! Can I go with you?”

“Absolutely not,” Arven piped up.

You and your classmate look at Arven in wide eyes. He had never spoken up in conversations, other than holding a protective hand over you.

“What’s it to you?”

“It’s a date. And by the way, we’re not including you for a threesome,” Arven rolled his eyes.

“Then how come I’ve never seen you with them? Prove it right here and right now,” your classmate insisted.

“What do I need to prove? You don’t believe me?” Arven asked.

“Prove that you’re dating. No way PokeNews would not announce something like that, mentiroso.”

Confusion filled your mind. How was your upperclassman going to prove that? It wasn’t easy to convince someone that you’re dating the Champion, currently No.1 in the region-

“So what? You really don’t believe me? I’m not lying, te estoy diciendo la verdad, en Arceus.”

Why did it seem like Arven was toying around with their classmate?

“On Arceus? Pshhh, por favor.”

You looked up, only to see a slightly smiling Arven, who turned his gaze at you. You felt a hand suddenly grab your chin, firmly holding it, before tipping it slightly upwards.

He slightly moved forward a few inches.

“Allow me, to ‘prove’ this then?”

“You’re joking, there’s no way!”

You felt your face heat up within each movement, his face closing in on yours.

Wait, was he-?

There was an audible gasp from your classmate, and the rest of the class, who watched intensely. The Champion… with the Professor’s son?

Warm lips pressed against your cold ones, the heat transferring with ease. You faintly heard Arven murmur something, but couldn’t decipher what it was at that moment. His left hand was still on your shoulder, right one gently caressing your hair from earlier in class.

Something within you coiled tightly with embarrassment, as his tongue -wet and hot - pushed through your sweet lips, and right into your mouth.

There was no doubt a brilliant red blush was spreading from the bridge of your nose to the tip of your ears.

Arven’s tongue with no doubt was dominant enough, as you weren’t quite experienced enough with kissing. His saliva dripped from the files of tastebuds, the maneuver made with so much care. Arven clearly needed more of you to savor, yet gently explored your mouth for flavor.

As for his taste?

God, you couldn’t get enough from the spicy remnants of the Tomato berries he usually cooks with. You could remember seeing him, sitting on his bed, watching with wide eyes as he bit straight into one, juice slightly spilling to the sides of his mouth.

(“It‘s about the way you handle an extreme flavor,” Arven said.

“Handling in it that way?” You asked skeptically. “No way, a death sentence for me.”

Your upperclassman grinned at you. “Wanna try it out? I’m pretty good at least giving love to some.”

You ponder for a moment, before embarrassment fills your stomach. The realization hit you like a bat to a ball, stupidly.

“Don’t even! I would never give that a try!”)

You denied ever wanting to kiss him just for handling a flavor…

Yet here you are.

Absolutely a hypocrite wanting more, wanting to know where that hand sliding down your back was going, wanting to give the same treatment to Arven. After all, he hasn’t been loved in so long…

“Oí!”

Arven broke the kiss off, looking into the direction where the exclamation was made me.

And boy was it embarrassing, as you turned too.

“I know we sometimes want to show affection to others,” Mr. Salvatore looked very flushed at the sight of the scene, “-but please… keep it calm for the sake of your classmates eyes.”

You were sure your face was now ruby red by now, if not, caused by the heat of the kiss too.

Arven didn’t seem too bashed by this, but his cheeks were flustered pink too. “Yes, Mr. Salvatore,” he said.

“Now… I can safely say, the school day is over. Take a break my students…” Salvatore trailed off. He beckoned for you and Arven to leave immediately, obviously trying very hard not to say anything else. It was the first time he hadn’t used his various languages.

You bowed your head, face feeling as though it were on fire. Arven had just…

Just casually kissed you on the mouth? What was his logic in needing to prove something? Couldn’t you both have just pulled out a photo taken together?

Arven’s grip was still firmly in place on your shoulder. He looked back at their shocked classmates, and waved with a flashy smile.

“Is that all you needed Hirano? Not much to ask for, as Y/N is my partner after all.”

All Hirano could do was look at you with a dumb expression, mouth opening and closing like a Magikarp.

“But they didn’t-? How are you both dating?”

Arven frowned at this, reaching for your hand, grabbing it. He pulls you right against him, before leading you out of class.

Your mind can’t help but process a dozen explanations why Arven kissed you. It definitely wasn’t accidental: he was very intimate in the way he handled it. He couldn’t really be in love with you…

Right?

“Llamando me un mentiroso… cabrones van a pagar después.”

Arven murmured phrases like these as you both went up the staircase. Definitivamente no estuvo bien feliz.

“A-Arven?”

“They have the nerve to even talk to me like that, even after all that I’ve been through with their shit!”

“Arven?” You asked a little more loudly.

“Not to mention, treating you like some sort of prize… they don’t see your real beauty and personality!”

“-Arven?”

“What!?”

You recoiled at the response, as though he had hit you. Arven NEVER snapped at you, even when he was absolutely livid at someone.

“…”

He looked at you for a few moments, before realizing what he had just done.

“Y/N, I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s fine…” you murmured.

“It’s not fine.”

It was a moment before you realized you were in front of Arven’s dorm.

“Why are we here?” You interrupted the numerous mutters of apologizes.

“Que? Supongo que yo quise…”

The blush from earlier was turning a Tomato berry shade. Arven fidgeted with his backpack strap, before sighing.

“He made me jealous, alright? You’re just my little buddy Y/N, and you know I don’t like it when people get so close to you…”

“-Because you’re afraid to lose me to someone else?”

He blinked. “How did you guess? Como adivinaste?”

You decided not to point out the bunch of obvious points. Arven was adorable trying to communicate his feelings, yet delaying a confession about it because of his actions.

Not to mention, his obsession.

“Penny told me that too, since the jerks who bullied her told her she wasn’t worth it for my friendship.”

“…”

Arven didn’t say anything: he had a strange faraway look on his face. You look at him with curiosity, wondering what he was thinking.

“Well, that’s not the point here.”

“Then what is? You told me you brung me here for a reason, que es?”

“-ddle.”

“Huh?”

Your upperclassman inhaled deeply, exhaling softly. He turned away, looking at the floor.

“I want… to cuddle.”

What in Arceus!?

Arven wanted to cuddle? Did you hear correctly?

“Cuddle? As in, a sort of thing you’d do with Mabosstiff?” you asked.

There was a soft sigh. Arven didn’t wait for a reply, merely opening the door to his dorm. He beckoned for you to get inside, and you stepped in.

Of course this dorm was familiar. You had been here many times, swayed by the delicious aroma of cooking, awed by how much yellow there was, inquisitive about all the items Arven had. Especially that raincoat he had. If it weren’t obvious enough from the weather, Arven loved going out and playing in the rain with Mabosstiff.

There was a soft click! as the door closed. You took off your small backpack and set it down near the coat hanger, along with your shoes. Arven did the same, only picking up your bag to actually hang it. It was a small gesture, but certainly a kind one.

He took off his puffy jacket as well (on the coat hanger it went), only to throw his tie across the room with mere care.

“A lot hasn’t changed.”

“Except Poké Beans I got for a deal while there was an auction.”

You went over to Arven’s bed, only slightly turning a corner the wall had, containing the entrance for the bathroom.

“Even the bedsheets are the same.”

“I’m surprised que te lo memorizaste,” Arven lightly teased.

“Cállate.”

You flopped onto the bed, mainly stretching your legs, and keeping your arms tucked into your chest. After all, it was slightly cold in Arven’s dorm. He probably had the best air conditioning room in the academy.

“No Burmy talk here.”

Footsteps approached the bed, and you close your eyes as Arven’s hand runs through your hair. Arceus did it feel satisfying after a hard day at school… and all the worries that had filled your brain.

You had never mentioned Arven’s obsession with you. At first, you assumed it was because you became Champion. After all, who doesn’t like a little fame from their companion?

But you had noticed the intimate actions he took. For example, hugs completely out of nowhere, possessive behavior that drove you insane, and even a protective hand over your shoulder when someone suggested you go with them.

Without your upperclassman.

Still, he had sometimes pushed himself away for no reason, but then came back begging for attention.

What did he really want? Not to mention, merely minutes ago, he had just asked to cuddle?

“Arven?”

Arven hummed, implying to go on. The way he ruffled your hair so gently… you shook your head, trying not to sleep.

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why’re you being so… close? First, you kiss me to prove a point. A worthless one. Then, you tell me… you want to cuddle…”

Your face flushed at the last phrase, and you covered your face with your hands.

Silence stretched throughout the room, as the only thing you could hear was the light buzzing sound of the air conditioning. Arven stopped ruffling your hair, hand completely motionless.

“You wouldn’t understand.”

“How come?” You quipped.

Almost immediately, you wished you didn’t say those words. Arven’s hand started shaking, before it pulled away.

“I said, you wouldn’t understand Y/N. You’re so naive,” he whispered.

You lifted yourself up, looking at him. Arven was looking directly at you, his mouth trembling.

“Arven, please-”

“You don’t understand!” He suddenly yelled.

“What don’t I understand!?” You said with frustration.

“Anything about me! You don’t understand shit about me! Nor do you really care about my feelings! I know you don’t but you really pretend you do, and I hate it so much! I hate it that you don’t love me the way you do!”

You stared in disbelief at this declaration of the outburst. None of that was true! Nada fue la verdad!

“Arven, por favor!”

“I love you so much goddammit, you’re so willing to be able to care for me, so willing to hear about my problems, the light to my dark when I was lost!”

“And I know you know that I have these feelings for you! I just wish you would tell me, I’m so sick of having to show how much I care for you back! I know what’s best for you!”

“ARVEN, LISTEN TO ME!” You finally raised your voice.

He paused for a moment, his breathing hitched.

“What you’re saying isn’t true at all! I love you too, you make me feel like I’m such an important person to someone!“

You looked down at the yellow sheets, hand picking at them. Why… why do you feel like this?

Aren’t you supposed to be feeling happy and giddy telling Arven you love him? Aren’t you supposed to be over the moon knowing he’d go to any lengths for you? Then why do you have this unsettling feeling deep down?

Is this the same fear that took you over…

After that one day where he bashed Hirano’s friends skull repeatedly against the wall, until he fainted? All because of planting his hand on your shoulder?

“Y/N?”

“Do you really mean it?”

How could you?

You couldn’t reject his now said out loud declaration of love. That would be such a cruel thing to do. Arven never had love because of his family- only some for Mabosstiff, because it was his partner Pokémon.

“I-I do…!”

“…”

“Me too. I love you, I love you so much.”

“About your cuddles?” You were keen to change the love tone-

The only response you received was Arven finally swinging up his legs onto the bed, snuggling up to you. One arm wrapped around your waist, the other freely going up to caress your hair once more. He curled one leg over yours, making sure to tighten his grip.

“You’re so perfect,” he muttered.

You said nothing. Your hand reached to touch his (the one on your waist), intertwining fingers slightly.

“You deserve all the love.”

Arven nuzzled his head into your neck, his curly hair lightly tickling your ear. His hot breath spread over your body, warming you right up.

At that moment, all you could really do was go to sleep with him, drifting off with the warmth of his body right next to yours.

In the morning however, you wouldn’t be so lucky. Arven didn’t like to wake up early, and you had to stay in the cuddling position for at least two more hours.

If you ever moved, he was yank you right back into the embrace. Arven would murmur phrases in Spanish, telling you how much he wanted to do this.

How could you refuse?

Arven ached for love after all these years.

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