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iamther0t · 6 months

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Nightmares (Bernard The Elf x Fem!Reader)

Request from @zero-spacee ♥︎

(sorry if it's not the best, I'm a beginner writer and am still learning! i ended up getting this one out quicker than I anticipated ^^)

Word Count: 900+

Y/N L/N; Santa's daughter, the only human besides her father to live in the North Pole.

She couldn't say it wasn't odd, being surrounded by elves for all her life. It was most certainly not bad, per se, just a little strange, her and Santa being the only of her kind.

It wasnt particularly lonely-- She made friends with plenty of the elves, as they got along with her and enjoyed her company.

But, there was one that had caught her eye in particular; Bernard, the head elf. They started off acquaintances, Bernard asking Y/N to help out with simple little tasks every now and then, and she'd oblige.

One special Christmas, when the two were left alone, a strange mistletoe had appeared above their heads.

After that, they'd gotten closer and closer, falling in love each passing second they spent in each other's presence.

When they'd earned the title of dating, all the elves were overjoyed to hear.

Well, except for Curtis.

"Goodbye, Santa!" A group of elves called out in unison as Santa waved goodbye, the sleigh floating upward into an abyss that lead him to the real world. A large, velvet bag that carried gifts rested beside him, snugly tucked out of vision and nuzzled against his calf.

Once he left, all the elves talked amongst themselves for a little while, the jolly spirit of Christmas lingering in the air, even when the main source was gone.

Y/N smiled, glad that everything had been going smoothly so far. She'd worried about the holiday season, moreso about her dad and boyfriend overworking themselves.

She searched amongst the bustling crowd for Bernard, though he was nowhere to be found. Her heart ached; all she wanted to do was curl up in her sweet elf's arms, the crackling fire filling the soundless room.

But it seems that wouldn't be happening as of currently.

With a defeated sigh, she yawned, suddenly realizing how tired she was.

Y/N crawled into her bed, the fuzzy green and red blankets tangled into a mess. They smelled sweet, like peppermint, while the pillows smelled--and tasted-- like marshmallows. She laid her head down, eyelids growing heavier with each passing moment. Tomorrow was Christmas, the best day of the year; what could go wrong?

Y/N shot up, chest heaving up and down with each swift breath that escaped her lips. Beads of sweat dripped down her forehead, her shirt sticking to her chest. Her heartbeat elevated as distinct, vague memories of a gut-wrenching dream flooded her mind. The room was spinning and she could hear her heartbeat in her ears. It felt as if the unwanted knowledge of living throughout such a nightmare was overflowing, pouring out her mouth into a hopeless mess.

Y/N was used to having nightmares, as she used to have them all the time--nights similar to these stacking into a pile of horror, and though she was all too farmiliar with the situation, it still felt worse and worse each time.

But, no night terror she'd mustered through could compare to the one she'd awoken from just now.

Bernard had fallen off a cliff, inevitably dying.

*Her* Bernard had died.

In a panicked mess, she jumped out of bed; blankets that were wrapped around her legs securely had fallen to the floor. Tears pricked at her eyes, threatening to fall.

Running out of her room, she called for Bernard with fear laced in her voice. She'd checked the bakery; nothing.

The room filled with hot chocolate and marshmallow cluttered cabinets; nothing.

Y/N choked on a quiet sob. She sniffled, for she'd checked everywhere.

Everywhere except...

She raced to the stalls, her H/C hair breezing behind her as she ran.

She halted to a stop, noticing Bernard and Curtis.

Bernard's head perked up upon hearing footsteps enter the room. Noticing it was Y/N, he smiled for a moment, until he saw the tears streaming down her cheeks. "Y/N!-" He rushed to her, and she didn't hesitate to jump into his arms. He enveloped her in a warm hug, and the farmiliar smell of peppermint that often lingered on him comforted Y/N.

"Hey, hey, sweetheart, what's wrong? What happened?" He cupped Y/N's cheek with his hand, one arm still wrapped around her waist. Curtis peeked over Bernard's shoulder curiously, to which he shooed him off.

"I- h-had another nightmare...where y-" She choked on a sob. Bernard pressed a soft kiss to her temple, pulling her back into a warm hug. "Shh..you're alright, Y/N/N.."

He let her stain his clothes with tears; normally, he'd mind if it were with anyone else, but he'd always had a soft spot for Y/N.

"I'm not going anywhere, doll," He carded his fingers through Y/N's Y/H/L hair as she leaned her head on his chest.

"I l-love you.." She stifled words in between quiet sobs.

"I love you too.." He planted another kiss to her forehead. "Hey, what do you say we head back to my room with some hot coco?" The couple stood there in each other's arms comfortably, thankfully alone since Curtis had left the room, most likely going to check up on the workshop.

Y/N nodded, gazing up at Bernard. He wiped her tears, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Alright, honey.." He picked her up bridal style, somewhat catching her off guard, but once it had settled in what he was doing, she obliged happily.

(The End :D)

#bernard the elf #bernard the elf x y/n #tsc #x reader #bernard the elf x reader #tsc x reader #the santa clause #the santa clauses #bernard #bernard x reader #bernard x yn #fanfic #fan fiction

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tyblackthornsheadphones · 7 months

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i have so much motivation to write rn !!! if anyone wants to send requests

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herbalsingularitea · 1 year

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Possessive Bernard the elf with a pregnant human!Reader Imagine

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- After Scott and Carol have their baby it makes Bernard start thinking

- You go on a date after seeing baby Buddy earlier that day and Bernard seems really lost in his thoughts

- With some gentle coaxing you get him to tell you that he’s been thinking about children

- At first you think he just means Buddy and you agree with him that the Claus’s baby is adorable

- He lets it go, just nodding and agreeing with you but you can tell there’s still something on his mind

- Later on during the date you two get into a snowball fight

- He sneak attacks your snow fort and tackles you into the snow where you guys wrestle around trying to shove snow in each others face

- Eventually it devolves into just rolling around making messy snow angels

- Once you get too tired and collapse in the snow, he rolls over top you to give you silly tickly kisses that make you both giggle

- He’s still laughing when “I want to put a baby in you so badly” slips out

- You both freeze and he looks so panicked that he said that out loud but you’re blushing like crazy and ask if he’s serious

- He says he thinks he is and you shyly say you want that too

- He’s never looked so happy in his life and the silly kisses return, slightly more saucy than before

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- Fast forward to several months later and there’s been random bursts of magic in the workshop

- All the elves start giggling and whispering anytime it happens

- You ask what’s up and Judy explains that uncontrollable magic bursts like that mean that someone’s got an elfling on the way

- Elflings are rare so everyone is super excited for the new baby and are trying everything to figure out who’s pregnant

- You don’t think it could be you since you haven’t had any symptoms and it would be really early if you were

- As time passes and no one comes forward announcing they’re pregnant, everyone is confused

- The magic bursts get stronger and stronger as time goes on

- One day you’re walking through the workshop with Bernard and a whole line of rocking horses explodes in a familiar burst of sparkles

- Every elf freezes as they watch the sparkles settle and then they slowly look over at Bernard and you

- Since Bernard is Head Elf, he’s got the most powerful elf magic in the North Pole and would be the only one capable of doing magic like that

- In one wild display of magic, everyone knows it’s you who’s pregnant

- Judy makes you cocoa to calm you down while you and Bernard try to wrap your heads around becoming parents

- Bernard seems very much in shock and kind of distant with you while Judy, Curtis, and Scott congratulate you both

- You start to worry that he doesn’t want the baby after all because he can hardly look at you

- But all doubts leave you as soon as you get home

- Once the door is closed and you’re alone, he falls to his knees and nuzzles your stomach, giving you so many kisses and refusing to leave your side the rest of the night

- You swear you see him tear up a couple of times when he thinks you aren’t looking

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- He makes all your favorite foods during your pregnancy and you happily soak up all the extra love and attention he gives you

- He thinks you look so unbelievably beautiful while carrying his child and takes every chance to tell you that

- As you grow, even elves from out of town immediately know your baby is his because his magic is nestled within you now and can be easily recognized by other magical creatures

- Mother Nature takes one look at you and gives you and Bernard a knowing look

- Cupid won’t quit waggling his eyebrows at Bernard

- He rolls his eyes but you know he secretly loves it

- You feel strange sometimes knowing that everyone sees you as his because of this but it makes him so happy

- You start to feel self conscious about how you look. “Ugh. I’m so out of shape and weird looking now.”

- But he’s always so quick to reassure you. “Hard disagree. I love seeing how your body grows to nurture our child. In fact,” he purrs, sidling up to wrap his arms around you, “if you weren’t already pregnant, I’d put another baby in you right now.”

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- The more time goes on, the more obsessed he gets with touching your belly and talking to the baby

- He never misses saying good morning and good night to his precious little elfling

- He gets more and more possessive of people touching you and will glare and snap at anyone who moves too abruptly around you

- The only one he seems okay with is Carol, which you are so thankful for since she’s the only one who you can talk to about the difficulties of pregnancy

- Bernard gives you lots of belly rubs to soothe the aches and pains and one day while he’s doing that he feels the baby kicking

- He cries

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- Sometimes when the baby is keeping you awake at night with kicks he’ll roll over and spoon you and put a hand on your belly and push his magic into you and you can feel the baby push their magic back. You don’t know exactly what it is that’s happening but it calms the baby down without fail plus it’s really warm so you always fall back asleep no problem

- On the last leg of your pregnancy, you struggle to fit into a dress you had made for a holiday party months ago

- You’re so mad that you wasted the money and won’t be able to wear it. “God, this is so frustrating!”

- You see him watching in the mirror with a little smirk

- You groan at his look. “Stop smiling. This is all your fault. You’re the one who did this to me in the first place, you jerk”

- His smirk just gets wider. “I sure did.”

- He’s got no shame, that asshole.

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- Elves are much smaller than humans, so while the pregnancy lasts around 10 months, you only look about 6-7 months pregnant before you give birth

- The actual birth isn’t too hard, but Bernard is so incredibly proud of you

- He keeps going back and forth between kissing you and the baby

- And of course he cries then too

#bernard the elf #bernard the elf x reader #bernard the elf imagine #tsc #the santa clause #bernard x reader #I couldn’t resist #I wanted to get my own hc down somewhere cause I am IMPATIENT #this won’t be exactly how it’s like in holly jolly btw but it does share some hc #tsc imagine #my writing

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etfrin · 23 days

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HELLO! (Please vote)

It's been awhile guys! So I am working on a AFTG fic, it's Andrew x Neil x male! Reader. I am already nearly finished with the first chapter but I am confused whether let it be a x reader, or be it will a male original character! (plus if anyone wants to beta read it please inbox or comment!)

the fic will be basically a rewrite of the three books except the mc already knows everything that has happened because guess what!? he's in the book!! i am really excited to write this so what do you guys think I should do? ps. The MC is basically a fanboy, it's so much fun writing him! And AFTG is filled with complex characters and I'll try my best to do Neil and Andrew justice!

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rinadragomir · 11 months

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pov: you’re dating... (part |||)

Part 1; Part 2

Will Herondale

Very clingy, would stand behind the door like a puppy when you're taking a bath. Get used to it, it can't be fixed~

"My love", "darling", might call you "his angel" but only when he's extremely soft and a bit vulnerable around you

Expect tons of little but meaningful gifts. Silver bracelet with the date of your first kiss, rings with your initials, short funny poems with your personal jokes.

Weird exhibition dates ~

Openly flirts with you in public, touches, kisses here and there. But once you're alone in your bedroom, turns into a loving marshmallow, acts very gently.

Will ask your permission/if you're comfortable enough even though you're married for 10 years and you're literally throwing him on a bed.

Please say that you'll always protect him and never leave, he still tends to feel like a scared lost little boy

he is very fond of gesticulating, be careful! he has very long arms and they just fly around, there's always a chance of a crash with your head😞

Tessa Gray

Cottagecore dates: you have a little picnic next to the lake, your head is on her lap, she's reading out loud, her fingers run through your hair.

You'll have to deal with her weird food habits. If you don't specify what exactly do u want you'll end up having a ginger ice cream and it would be mean to refuse.

And trust me, you don't want to eat ginger ice cream

Endless trips, at least once a month. She just can't stop taking pics of you, she's too fascinated by your appearance. But also because she might lose you one day and she wants to make every day memorable.

Maximum you can expect from her in public is handholding, she's "shy". Or she wants to seem shy🤨 because as soon as you're alone... there's no escape. (We all read "After the Bridge")

You two come to any private room and the next thing you know - you're pressed to the bed and your clothes is a mess. How it happened? You'll never know, but you won't complain

Forehead kisses before you go to sleep

Is always ready to mentally destroy everyone who tries to hurt you

Jem Carstairs

Concert dates, he loves watching you singing and dancing to the music, wouldn't notice if you're bad at this, he's too in love

His fingers touching yours in public but in a secretive way, under the table, in his pocket

This is canon but still worth mentioning. He's the most polite and respectful man in public, leaves the softest kisses on your hand every time he sees you. Endless teasing but in a respectful way, you know.

Once you're alone... well I'm praying for your innocence. You should've known that he won't let you leave this bedroom for next 20 hours, i warned you, you never listen 🙄

Loves whispering to you in Mandarin. If you try to learn some phrases for him - he'll be smiling for the whole week nonstop

Cares about you more than for himself, tries to do anything to make your daily routine as easy as possible. Helps you cleaning, goes to the store, tries to make food. But don't complain if it turns out to be inedible, he's trying his best

You're his endless source of inspiration, none of your anniversary will be complete without a melody written especially for you

#tsc characters x reader #will herondale #tessa gray #jem carstairs #tid #the infernal devices #tsc #cassandra clare #the shadowhunters chronicles #gotsm #tlh #chain of thorns

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nyrasbloodyclover · 8 months

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i have a very strong urge to start writing for book characters

#books #tsc #the shadowhuter chronicles #shadowhunters #will herondale x reader #will herondale #aaron warner #aaron warner x reader #matthew fairchild

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tetsunabouquet · 5 months

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Now Basic Instinct Is Over, What Would You Like Next?

Finding Spring (Aido Hanabusa X human f!reader):This is basically an Aidori fic with the reader taking Yori's place. Because it is downright criminal for the best ship to only become a thing in the sequel and barely getting some screentime when they finally do get together. This will have all the political drama their relationship was marked by, similar themes on touching on mortality as my vampire Akashi AU and the joys of love and a warm family to get you through the face of impending darkness.

Can't Help Falling In Love With You (Midorima x Bad girl!reader): You are not the girl Midorima is supposed to want or care for. You come from a Yakuza filled neighborhood, struggle with underage substance abuse and your friends are the definition of bad news. So Midorima pines for you from a distance, seeing the girl you are beneath the damage and how you are worth his time despite everything. When he finds you crying alone at school, his heart cannot ignore you and he decides to comfort you. In a foolish moment, he kisses you and having tasted the forbidden fruit Midorima can no longer go back to hungrily savoring just glimpses of you. What will become of it? Holding Onto Your Constellation (EVENTUAL Ren Tao x F!reader): After Men was nearly killed, gearing himself up for the Flowers Of Maize, Ren cannot help but pull him out of the tournament, not wanting to gamble with his son's life. He is the only thing left of Jeanne and Ren will not risk him. As a grieving kid, Men becomes too angry with his father and runs away. On a lonely night, you find the young boy trying to take refuge in your garden shed. You take the boy in, and try to resolve the mystery surrounding him. This series will focus on developping a bond between the reader and Men before Ren enters the picture. It's probably safe to say Reader-Chan won't interact with him in the first ten chapters at least.

Sanity Bear With Me (Ruki Mukami X F!Reader): You are the elder cousin of the Sakamaki's and in human years, an early twenty something. With Yui having chosen Carla Tsukinami, your original intention was to eat popcorn as you watched your uncle grumble over his sons failing. But unfortunately, your uncle has now commanded you to be their official babysitter as he works out plan B, which you suspect is to plot an arranged marriage between Yui's eventual daughter and one of your cousins. Through circumstances, you and Ruki end up as drinking buddies, bemoaning how each respective household became a mess upon Yui chosing the Tsukinami clan. What may happen, as you rear the 'children' together?

The Flowers I Found For Your Grave (Vampire Akashi AU): I already published both his AU bio as well as the prologue to this. The story follows Akashi, who upon the death of his mother can no longer stand vampire society. He finds kinship in the way human cultures deal with grief, and decides to live amongst them to remember what it was like to be human and learn from their ever-evolving society. This story follows Akashi as he learns from various KNB characters across time, heals and finds love with the reader at the end of his journey. An Overnight Story (Jonathan Morgenstern X F!Reader): What if things had went differently for Jonathan and he ran away before his father shaped him into Sebastian? Meet young Jonathan, aged 7. Always lonely whenever his father is away, he scoured the woods only to find you. You were the daughter of a Shadowhunter couple that lived in one of the mansions at the outskirts, always curious to explore relics like Ravenscar Manor, when you found the ultimate hidden treasure. The two of you became friends that day. When the two of you were twelve, you could no longer bear to witness your best friend suffer and proposed to run away together. You had received your first rune, it was safe to go. Or so you thought. Going from Shadow Market to another, trying to live as children on the streets wasn't easy. But you would do anything for him and his dreams of finding a cure to his demon blood. The only secret he never told you, was that his true reason for wanting a cure was to be a boy worthy of the kindness you showed him every day.

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lupusbloopus · 2 years

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❝𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒—𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐖 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃❞

“but love is not always a lightning bolt, is it? sometimes it is a creeping vine. it grows until it is suddenly all there is in the world.”

#matthew fairchild #matthew fairchild x reader #the last hours #the shadowhunter chronicles #tsc #shadowhunters #the last hours aesthetics #the shadowhunter chronicles aesthetics #matthew fairchild aesthetic #user.zara

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faeblehaven · 1 year

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Tricks or Cheer

Rating - M (eventual smut)

Pairing - Bernard the Elf/Original Female Character

Status - In Progress

Summary:

When strange occurrences start happening around the North Pole of the spooky a certain holiday spirit is brought in to help calm things down. Bernard is less than pleased to have a spirit who he assumes will be just as bad as Jack Frost staying at the North Pole over the busy season but sparks fly between the two and Bernard learns she's quite cheerful and just as fond of Christmas as she is her own holiday.

#bernard x oc #bernard the elf x oc #bernard the elf x reader #bernard x reader #tsc #the santa clause #bernard the elf #bernard the elf x female oc

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lily-chen-supremacy · 2 years

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the lack of matthew fairchild fics is criminal

#like. come on #he’s emo and flirty with issues #literally perfect book bf material #matthew fairchild #matthew fairchild x reader #tlh #the last hours #the shadowhunter chronicles #tsc

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floatingonalowvibe · 1 year

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chapter three-bernard x ftm reader

The sounds of wrapping paper being torn is what woke me.

My blurry vision saw what I knew to be Charlie, ripping away at the presents that were under the tree.

"Morning bud." I said, my voice groggy from just waking up.

"M/n!" He said, turning to me. Like a flash, the dream I had last night hit me. It was so vivid.

Only then did I notice the pants I was wearing. They were the same fleece pants I found in the room.

"H-hey Charlie?" I asked, getting his attention

"Yea?" He asked turning his head away from his gifts.

"Did we go to the north pole last night?" I asked, feeling really stupid. Like, the north pole?? Really?? What am I? 7?

But despite my disbelief of the events taking place, I was met with a wide eyed Charlie nodding towards me.

" It was really cool, wasn't it?" He said, his eyes full of wonder.

I was at a loss for words. I went to the fucking 𝘕𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘦 and Scott is Santa.

Before I could respond to any of my emotions, I heard feet pounding down the stairs. Scott was wearing a red silk night shirt with matching pants.

Charlie and I both watched as he ran out the door, a wild look of fear mixed with disbelief was on his face. It stayed on his face until he entered the living room where Charlie and I sat.

"M/n, Charlie, please tell me we didn't go to the north pole, and that I'm not Santa Claus."

Charlie and I glanced at each other, a look of knowing on our faces.

"I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but yes, we did, and yes, you are." I said, carefuly saying my words as to not further upset him.

I watched as he threw his hands up in the air, having them rest just at his head. He took a deep breath in, heavily sighing or out.

As Scott was running back up the stairs, I felt a tug on the sleeve of my jacket. It was Charlie, and when I turned around, I was met with a little box I'm his hands.

"It's yours!" He said, motioning it to me. I honestly never thought Scott would get me a gift. I had asked mom to leave all of mine at home and I'll open them when I get back.

The wrapping on it was a pleasant lush green, and it was wrapped so delicately. A red silk ribbon pulled the whole thing together. I wonder why Scott went out of his way to wrap it like this.

I didn't want to do the usual thing of tearing off the wrapping paper, due to how delicate it looked. Instead, I took off the ribbon, placing it down beside me, then carefully finding the tape where it was all stuck together, unwrapping it with care.

Once the wrapping paper was off, a smell wafted into the air. It wasn't very potent, but you could tell it was there. It was the smell of peppermint and cinnamon, the same smell that I fell asleep to last night.

I started to wonder if this was even from Scott now, as it for one would be way out of character to give me something this delicately wrapped and taken care of, and two, the smell. I carefully opened the box, and a note was covering what I assumed to be a gift. The paper was foleded up, and written on top was my name, in a handwriting I didn't recognize. It was loopy, but sharp. The edges of the letters were ever so slightly curved. It was a beautiful hand writing.

I took the letter out, unfolding it. In the same handwriting, it read.

𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘮/𝘯,

𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭. 𝘐 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘦.

𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘴. 𝘋𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘚𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 more nice ,𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦. 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵.

𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘶𝘴𝘦.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘍𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘵 33729 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘬𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘦, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦.

𝘉𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘴,𝘉𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘥.

I took a second after reading it to just sit. I don't know why, but I got a feeling, a feeling I have never really felt before. I don't know how to describe it, but I could feel somthing blossom in my chest, and it wasnt a bad feeling, it was pleasant.

I took the object wrapped in wax paper, slowly unwrapping it.

It took me by shock how beautiful it was. It was a thick gold chain, with specks of green throughout it. And in the middle sat a little silver circle.

"What is it?" Charlie asked, poking his head over my shoulder.

"It's a bracelet..." I said, my voice trailing off as I stared at it.

"Is it from Bernard?" He asked, reading the letter.

"Y-yea.." I said, still admiring the braclet. "Hey can you help me get this on?"

He help me put it on. It fit almost perfectly. It has the perfect weight on my wrist, and I think it looked pretty cool. I could feel my smile growing on my face. I made a mental note to thank Bernard for it in my next letter.

My thoughts started to wonder back to the fact that the guy that gave me this gift was a literal elf from the north pole. And how I knew that if we ever told mom and Neil, they would never believe us and most likely not let us see Scott again. Which I know Charlie wouldn't be all too happy with.

"Hey buddy?" I asked, turning to him, trying to figure out how to word things.

"Yes m/n?" He asked, his eyes darting from his toy to me.

I took a deep breath, prepping to let him down.

"You know how we went to the north pole last night?"

He nodded

"Well, some adults don't think that place is real, and if we tell them, they won't believe us."

I watched his face fall, but not even a second later, it lit up again.

"We can just tell dad to take them to the north pole!" I didn't expect that, and I knew that I was going to have to tell him the hard truth.

I gentaly grabbed his shoulders, looking into his eyes. I spoke softly, but stern.

"If we tell mom and Neil, they're going to think that dad is crazy, and we might not be able to see him anymore, and maybe even go back to court."

Again, I watched as his face fell. But this time, it didn't rise again. I hated to do this to him, but it was the truth.

He had to know, that even though he learned that his father was Santa, he couldn't tell anyone.

Our talk was inturpted when we heard the sound of the doorbell ringing. It was mom.

"Remember what I said." I told him, giving him a look of trust.

I was going to answer the door, but before I could get a few steps in, Scott dashed down the stairs It was mom.

As soon as he heard her voice, Charlie dashes towards the door. I followes in suit. Once she saw her children, her eyes lit up. She opened her arms to hug us, kissing both of our heads.

"How was your guy's night?" She asked the two of us. I knew Charlie wasnt going to keep the Santa thing a secret. So before he could respond, I quickly spoke.

"It was fine, how was yours?"

"It was fine......" She took a pause, her eyes wondering down to my pants. I followed her eyes, they landed on my pants.

"Where did you get those pants?" She asked.

This time, before I could make up an excuse about how I got them, Charlie spoke.

"He got them from the north pole!" He said, butting in.

"The north pole?" She asked, "like from Santa?"

I was still to late to barge in.

"Yea! Santa fell off the roof and dad put on his coat and we went to the north pole? Tell her m/n!" He said, tugging at my arm.

Shit.

What should I say? Should I lie, and let down Charlie, or tell the truth, and risk never getting to see Scott again? Sure, he's an asshat, but he's Santa now. And Charlie likes him.

"I think someone had a fun dream!" Scott said, I looked at him, he was masking the worry well.

"But it wasn't a dream dad!"

~timeskip cause idk how to end that scene~

I could still hear Neil, mom, and Charlie talking downstairs. I knew they were going to come up and ask me soon, so I knew I had to come up with something. I started to fiddle with the braclet that Bernard has given me, watching how it shines.

I remembered his smile, how the edges of his lips curl up. His smell, peppermint and cinnamon, how it perfectly blends together. I smiled at the though at him, I was going to look forward to writing letters to him.

~timeskip to later on in the movie~

Charlie is missing. I have been integrated by both the police and mom and Neil as to where he is.

They still don't believe that Dad is Santa, so I lied my way out. I'd like to say I'm a good liar, due to the fact that they left me alone.

Bernard and I have been writing to each other for a month or two. Our letters have gotten up to 5 pages in length. I feel our friendship is growing brilliantly. I feel he really understands me, he gets me. He understands how I feel about myself, how I do things, how I think.

I have been getting questions from mom and Neil as to who is writing all these letters to me, and I just tell them it's a friend who moved away. It seemed to be working.

Charlie has asked me if I wanted to leave with Scott and him, I said no, as I was busy. I've recently been spending alot of my time painting and drawing. Spending days in my room, surrounding myself in my little world of the painting. I paint lakes, skies, and other worldly things.

My drawings have started to become more and more realistic, and more "grotesque" and "disturbing" as mom and Neil put it. But Bernard thinks they're great. And that's all that matters to me.

I was in the middle of mixing some colours to make a perfect shade of green when I heard commotion downstairs.

I quickly went to the top of the stairs to peek down. I saw Scott, all decked out in his Santa gear. I haven't seen him in a hot minute.

I sped down the stairs to meet him. Once he saw me, he opened his arms.

"M/n! How's my older son?" He said as I hugged him. Bernard was right, he did get a lot more nicer.

I noticed everyone was in the same room. Dad, mom, Neil, and Charlie.

"Hey mom, can I go back to the north pole with dad?" I heard Charlie speak.

"Well, maybe not.." I heard mom say" But moooom.."He said sadly.

Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice.

" What's all this boo-hooing going on here??"

"Bernard!"

Both Charlie and I said in unison, and I walked over to give him a hug.

He wasn't even taken aback by me giving him one, he gladly accepted it, hugging me back, rubbing my back.

I let go of him, and I watched as he smiled at me, his eyes glistening, a dust of pink on his face.

"Mom won't let me stay with dad!"

"Well I don't see why not!"

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The rest of that scene I don't really remember.

The reason I haven't done very detailed writing of the actual scenes from the movie is because the first movie in this story doesn't really have anything important more than the reader and Bernard meeting.

The next few chapters will get better I promise.

Happy new year!

#bernard the elf x reader #bernard the head elf #Bernard the elf #the santa clause #bernard the arch elf #Tsc #tsc fic

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tyblackthornsheadphones · 1 year

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me on my way to write some matthew fairchild x reader fics because reading chot has me in my matthew feels

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herbalsingularitea · 1 year

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Jolly Fics - Chapter 21

Summary - “So all those times you rubbed all on my ears, that was —what, for science?” he laughed.

She joined in with her own embarrassed giggles, red cheeked and bright eyed. “Yeah, totally!” she replied, “Purely academic, you understand.”

“Oh sure,” he said, “same for me, really. In fact,” his mouth twisted in cheeky amusement, “I think more research on the subject may be required.”

Rating - M (smut)

Pairing - Same story, different pairings! Pick whichever you'd like:

Holly Jolly (Bernard x Female OC)

Jolly Boy (Bernard x Male OC)

Jolly Old Saint Bernard (Bernard x gn!Reader)

Chapter 21 - Is The Holly That Will Be

Tumblr hates links so you can find the AO3 link on my pinned masterlist!

#bernard the elf #bernard the elf x oc #bernard the elf x female oc #bernard the elf x male oc #bernard the elf x reader #bernard x oc #bernard x reader #the santa clause #tsc #my writing

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rinadragomir · 2 years

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pov: you’re dating...

▫️Alastair Carstairs: loves it when you read him bedtime stories (he’ll never admit it tho); overprotective; tell him he has the most beautiful musician's fingers, he’ll blush uncontrollably; art gallery dates; too honest with you; really bad at flirting, so its on you; might awkwardly compliment your outfit; gets self conscious from time to time; “you could do better than me”; compliment him, kiss his wrists - he’ll forget about all his insecurities, might sing a bit when you two are alone.

▫️Lucie Herondale: giggles at all your jokes (even bad ones); asks you to write some things on her hands since she tends to forget everything; attacks your face with kisses; please buy her some sweets, she deserves them; the craziest dates (you can basically find yourself in the middle of a dark ritual next morning, be ready); she’s really into physical affection; little love notes; always makes sure you’re comfortable; might think she mumbles too much and its annoying; assure her that you are interested in everything she wants to share - expect happy tears.

▫️Matthew Fairchild: fancy dinners; try to put on one of his crazy waistcoats - he’ll faint (expect a long makeout session); reads you poems; f*cks up half of the lines; exactly knows how to make you feel better when you’re really stressed; appreciates it when you take everything he does seriously; clingy; really needs you to support him outloud as often as possible; so good at flirting god; is really afraid to hurt you with one of his jokes; thinks that the life is worth living when you rest your arms around his neck

#tsc #tsc characters x reader #tlh #alastair carstairs #lucie herondale #matthew fairchild #the last hours #chain of gold #chain of iron #chain of thorns

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nyrasbloodyclover · 5 months

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watchful eyes (will herondale x reader)

cw: THE ONLY MAN EVER. and jem keeping will on a leash, as always

a/n: eating chocolate cake, thinking about him, listening to taylor swift.

Ever since I stepped into the London Institute, everyone had been treating me nicely, as if I was one of them. Charlotte was the kindest woman I've ever met and letting me spend those couple of weeks at their Institute was the most thoughtful thing she could've done for me.

Tessa and Jem were so easy to talk to and I loved spending time with them, reading or just listening to Jem's violin. And as for William...I tried to keep my distance, not because he was rude or anything similar, but because I had a secret. A shameful secret.

The first time I laid my eyes upon the blue-eyed gentleman, I knew that my heart wouldn't stop beating so fast anytime soon. He barely payed attention to me, busy with his Shadowhunter life, but that gave me enough time to observe him and imagine all kinds of different scenarios my mind could come up with. From the romantic ones, like dancing or talking or maybe even reading together, to more sinful ones that made my skin crawl and breath quicken.

Of course, I never made my intentions clear, as that would be inappropriate, but I was pretty content with my fantasies.

Until, one time, I was in my bed, reading, resting, not bothering anyone, when a giant hole appeared out of thin air, in the middle of my room. I threw my book closed and jumped up when a tall figure stepped out of that said hole.

"Mr. Herondale?!"

"Oh, I am so sorry about that..." He shook his head, "No, actually I am not, I came here on purpose."

My eyes went wide and I just stood there, looking for an explanation. "Why didn't you use the door?"

"Henry is making this new portal thing, so I volunteered to experiment with it. What are you reading?"

"Frankenstein," I said wearily because I knew he was easy to get into literary arguments with.

"I haven't read it yet. How do you like it so far?"

"It's pretty slow, but heartbreaking, actually. When you start reading it, do it with an open mind."

"You consider me a closed minded person? Do you not recognise a liberal when you see one!?" He really acted like a book character. He even looked like one!

I frowned at him, confused and annoyed. I really liked this gentleman, but sometimes it was too much, even for me.

"Mr. Herondale, would you be so kind and leave my room, please? Or explain what are you doing here?"

"Oh, but I just got here! I really wanted a chance to talk to you, since we haven't exchanged more than a few words."

".We could've talked at the library. Here? It's just inappropriate."

"Says who?" He stepped closer and started looking around. I didn't have many personal things around the room, mostly books, but I guessed it was enough for William.

"The society."

"Well, thank the Angel that the society isn't here with us!" He spread his arms and took big two steps towards me.

"Why would you—" And then he pulled me in and kissed me like a starving man. He cupped my face with both hands, not letting me pull away. Not that I wanted to. I almost had a heart attack but managed to calm myself down.

I inhaled when we finally separated. Will's lips were red.

"Why?!"

"How am I supposed to know?!!" And then he kissed me once more, leaving no room for anything appropriate.

My head was spinning, I felt like I was in a dream, in one of my forbidden scenarios. Will's hands touched everything they could. I knew I had to stop this before we got too far, but I really didn't want to.

His mout was on me again when a sharp knock interrupted us. "William, get out of there!" It was Jem. "Leave the poor lady alone!"

I looked at Will, mouth agape, and I laughed as he tried to fix his hair and shirt that was out of the place.

"Don't you think I don't know what are you doing in there!"

"Alright, James, I am coming!"

Then he turned and kissed me once more before exiting my room as if had never been there.

#will herondale x reader #will herondale #the shadowhuter chronicles #shadowhunters #william herondale #the infernal devices #tid #tsc

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darkjimxn · 6 months

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The Reaper's Daughter (PJM)

Summary: The Reaper’s Letter, a chilling call for blood, has been delivered, and who better to answer that call than the Reaper’s Daughter herself?

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

Genre: Hitman au, mystery

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Park Jimin. That’s it, that’s the warning.

A/N: Take this random drabble (or possible prologue…?) while I struggle with writing TSC even though I’m only on the third chapter (●_● ).

The first time you met him was on a piece of paper.

It wasn’t just any piece of paper, of course. If that had been the case, his name would have been quickly dispelled into the forgotten depths of your mind. Your world was nothing short of a theatre piece crafted by Shakespeare himself, and anything that strayed from his intricately constructed script swiftly faded into its indifferent backdrops.

No, the paper you met him on was very much a detail of that script. Delicately handcrafted, with sloping black cursive characters and glittering golden borders. It had many names, too. The Reaper’s Letter. Death Note. The Waiting Crow’s Hailing. But, it was not what it was called that mattered.

What mattered was the name printed boldly on its top left corner. Because whoever’s name was unfortunate enough to find itself nestled cosily on this paper, would be found dead by week’s end.

It had always reminded you of a children’s game you could just barely remember from the shattered fragments of your childhood, though there was nothing childish about the work you did. You’re handed the Death Note, you navigate through the mountains of information it supplies, and then the hunt begins. Kind of like Tag, yet nothing like it at all.

But that time the rules had been slightly different. Usually accompanying the name was a picture of your target, alongside a thick file of information covering every miniscule detail of the name’s life. Instead, the paper handed to you held only three words.

Name: Park Jimin.

Beside it was no picture, no age, no location. At first it had annoyed you, because that meant the burden of research now fell heavily on your shoulders. But then again, this was a novel challenge, one that you were not willing to collapse under.

Your interest had piqued even further when you were halted before your exit to be given an ominous warning.

“Be careful, I heard he’s sharp.”

The statement was not enough to catch you off guard, but it, like the entirety of this task, was new. You were one of the best. If the likes of you had to be cautioned, then who exactly was this man?

You didn’t find out, and maybe that had been your first mistake. His information had been hidden well, too well. Of course, that had sent a few alarms blaring in your head about messing with the wrong people. But you had been given a job, and you couldn’t not see it through.

Thus, by week’s end, you had only managed to collect a measly location and picture. It wasn’t much, but you were out of both options and time. And really, a name and place was all you’ve ever needed anyway.

Killing a person was really not as difficult as films made it out to be.

Take Park Jimin for example. He was completely unaware of your presence on the rooftop of the building standing right next to the enormous banquet hall he was in now. Instead, he laughed with a woman adorning glittering gold jewellery from head to toe, with a velvety navy blue dress that could only be designer. She was not special amongst the sea of identically dressed women, each accompanied by men in posh suits.

Park Jimin didn’t look too bad himself. He was donning a dark magenta suit that hugged him in all the right places, especially the extra piece of cloth that wrapped around his torso to show off his figure. His hair was dyed dirty blonde, but it only added to the intensity that radiated off of him.

If only it could save him from the bullet that was about to make acquaintance with his head.

The one that you were going to release, just from a little pressure on the trigger of the sniper that your finger brushed against now.

Poor Park Jimin. He won’t be getting laid tonight, at least, not in the way he wanted.

Your finger pressed against the trigger, only to still when a head appeared in front of Jimin. It was another woman, this time in a sequined scarlet dress that was pulled taut against her skinny figure.

You readjusted the aim of your sniper, making sure it was once again pointed towards Jimin’s head, only to huff when another opulently dressed individual, this time a man dressed in a dull black suit, gets in the way of your aim.

You wouldn’t have paid it much thought if it wasn’t for the unusual nature of everyone’s movements. The second your aim found its way back to Jimin’s head, another individual would pop up, effectively blocking your aim. It was so ridiculous that, at some point, even Jimin himself had disappeared behind the crowd of people now laughing and chattering with one another.

It only took you a few moments to realise the eeriness of the situation, and then one more to jump to your feet. Something was wrong, you could practically feel it buzzing around you in the air.

As if confirming your suspicion, you heard the safety of a gun being turned off behind you. That made you freeze.

“So, they chose you?”

The voice behind it was soft but low, and although you’ve never heard it before, you can already guess who it belongs to.

You kept your lips sealed, not entirely sure what his words meant. They were too ambiguous, too many meanings that they could branch into.

Instead, you decided to risk turning around.

You were wrong, you realised, about Jimin not looking too bad. Because although he was pointing a simple handgun at your forehead, he was probably the most beautiful man you had ever laid your eyes on.

His magenta suit had darkened into a rich wine shade that seemed to glitter under the soft rays of the moonlight, while a few strands of dirty blonde hair rested delicately on his exposed forehead. This was in contrast with his sharp jawline, that casted a deep shadow on his neck. But his eyes… Though a simple brown, they held an intensity you couldn’t quite decipher. Like creatures swimming to the surface of the vast ocean for only brief moments, you managed to catch only glimpses. Of mischief. Of anguish. You could have sworn you had even caught a tail of compassion.

But a compassionate man wouldn’t be pointing a gun at your head now would he?

In a single, swift movement, your fingers wrapped around the gun at your waist and brought it to his own head, a perfect reflection of him. You waited for the familiar fear to pull at his calm expression, but instead, you watched him smile.

He was pissing you off. Not because of his clearly inciting behaviour, but because he had a chance to kill you and he didn’t. He didn’t seem stupid enough not to be aware of your intentions, and yet, he didn’t seem the slightest bit worried, or even vengeful.

Why?

“It seems we’re at a stalemate,” he stated, eyes searching your expression. For what? You didn’t know. Only now were you wishing that you had collected more research on the man standing before you. Then you at least might’ve had an inkling of his intentions.

“Both of us will be dead the second these guns go off,” he continued nonchalantly, as if he were talking about the weather.

Silence.

It was a very underrated tactic that had quickly become one of your signature skills a long time ago. It was especially useful now, as you were in a bit of a predicament. You could have shot him and left easily if he was inexperienced. A simple disarm, duck and shoot would have been more than enough to secure a safe exit, as well as your paycheque.

But his posture was perfect, his hands gripped the gun without even a quiver of instability, and there was an ease to his movements that lacked any kind of panic.

He was like you, you realised. Gang members were wildcards that acted before they thought and most of their movements were rough around the edges. Police officers were more diplomatic, and Jimin would have stated that he was a cop the first chance he got if he were one.

No, he wasn’t a gang member or police officer. He was more like you.

You allowed yourself a single step backwards, the beginning of your journey to the roof’s edge.

If he was as experienced as you were, he was going to be a slight problem. You had not anticipated this. You needed to do more research, find out who this man truly was because he did not seem normal. His flashy attire, calculating gaze, and eerie amusement in this whole situation had thrown you off, but you’ve never been one to be embarrassed.

Life happened, you were a prime example of that.

“Leaving so soon?” He asked, tilting his head to the side with an unwavering gaze.

“You’re not doing a very good job at- well, your job. So, I’m assuming the party’s over,” you finally said, voice flat.

“Ah, so she can speak,” he said, feigning astonishment, but it didn’t bother you much, “love, if I wanted you dead, you would be it already.”

“Careful. I’ve seen the overconfident crumble faster than the weak.”

You know you shouldn’t have responded if you wanted to maintain your air of silence, but you were also mature enough to admit that winning frivolous verbal spats like these were a guilty pleasure of yours. Before Jimin could continue, to fan the fire you guessed because he seemed like the kind of man that would, you beat him with a question.

“So, tell me why you’ve decided you don’t want me dead.”

He chuckled at that statement.

“Who said I didn’t?”

He readjusted his aim so that instead of your head, the gun was pointed at your heart, “maybe you’re just nice to look at, and I’m just enjoying the view before you’re reduced to nothing but a pool of blood on this rooftop.”

This time it was your turn to chuckle, but you only laughed inwardly. If he was expecting you to be scared he was going to have to do a better job than that.

Despite repressing the laugh, you still felt a smile just barely twitch against your lips, “I would’ve expected trash talking to be beneath you Park Jimin.”

Jimin’s gaze remained steady, a glint of amusement in his eyes, “trash talking, huh? Well, I guess I’m just full of surprises.”

You cocked your head to the side, a silent question, but Jimin only copied the movement. At first you thought he was mocking you, but then he spoke.

“So they finally decided to send you,” Jimin continued, “Reaper’s Daughter.”

You didn’t let yourself tense, or move in any way that would indicate that he had caught you off guard. That nickname was known by many, but the many couldn’t attribute it to a face. Not only did Jimin know you were The Reaper’s Daughter, but he had also revealed it to you that he knew. You still didn’t know what game you had walked into, but it was clear now that there was more to this task than you thought. There was more to Jimin than you thought.

Slowly, you let your eyebrows pull together as you cast him a confused look. Jimin chuckled, seeming to find amusement in your lack of communication.

“I’ve been keeping tabs on you for a while.”

The fact that you’ve had someone tailing you and you didn’t notice didn’t sit right with you. But you pushed the thought to the back of your mind, focusing instead on the fact that Jimin had been collecting information on you and that could only mean there was something he wanted.

Before you could ask what it was, Jimin spoke up again.

“When I first saw you on this rooftop, I wondered what you could be doing here. And then I watched you assemble your sniper,” he said, “I couldn’t understand why you’d agreed to make me one of your targets.”

You almost snorted at his naivety, because if he had been tailing you then he should know what you do for a living, but then paused at his next words.

“I found it odd that this little mouse had agreed to eliminate the only one on her side,” he continued, “unless… she decided to switch sides.”

The atmosphere shifted from light jabs to a fierce hostility as the amusement suddenly drained from his face, leaving behind a sharp pair of eyes that betrayed nothing. You automatically tensed, knowing that the real standoff had just begun, even if you didn’t have a clue as to what Jimin was talking about.

“I must say I’m disappointed. I wouldn’t have expected it from you of all people. I didn’t expect that you’d be here for this reason.”

“Speak plainly, Jimin. What are you talking about?” you said, your curiosity finally reaching a point strong enough to break your silence. Your tone was still flat, but now it was firm, tired of his cryptic words and your mind trying to grasp at straws to understand.

Jimin studied you for a moment. Without the amusement in his gaze, you had to stop yourself from shifting uncomfortably. His eyes could be so… intense.

You had a feeling that your words had surprised him, as the hostile environment seemed to dampen for a moment. Jimin looked like he was at a crossroad, unsure if he wanted to share what was truly on his mind or simply take his chances and kill you on the spot. You waited patiently, curious to have the hurricane of questions in your mind answered.

But when the silence continued to stretch, you realised that Jimin had decided to adopt your preferred method of communication. It was clear now that he had opted to leave you in the dark instead, refusing to reveal any kind of information to you. You felt a pang of annoyance hit your chest as you realised the burden of research would, once again, fall on your shoulders.

You took another step towards the edge of the roof, Jimin’s eyes still focused on you. It’s not like you were trying to hide it, because Jimin’s calculating gaze would not allow such a thing. The two of you knew there would be no deaths tonight. You were caught in a stalemate, one you would have left a while ago under normal circumstances, but nothing about Jimin was normal and maybe that was why you had stayed a lot longer than you should have.

But even though he looked almost devilish under the moonlight in those sinfully sultry clothes, holding tempting answers to questions he would never answer, you knew you couldn’t stay any longer. This night was over. There was nothing left here for you.

The roof’s edge brushed against your backside as you continued to aim your gun at Jimin’s chest, your gaze just as focused as his. You watched his expression soften for a moment before he spoke.

“When you figure it out, you’ll know where to find me, Y/N L/N.”

You didn’t know how he knew your name. You didn’t know what he wanted you to figure out. You didn’t know where you would find him, or if you would even want to find him after you figured out whatever you needed to. But you didn’t question it. A gut feeling told you that once you started searching, you’d be able to figure things out easy enough. All you had to do was get out of here so that you could let your curiosity do its thing.

So when you were finally balancing on the edge of the roof, taking Jimin’s gaze into your own, it wasn’t at all abnormal when you felt the drop of the fall in your stomach.

What was abnormal was the butterflies that continued to flutter even after you had landed on the pavement of the street.

The butterflies that continued to flutter even after you had made it safely back to your home.

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