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jarofstyles · 3 years

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hey besties, pls do a football player Harry (soccer in case ur american lol) and physical therapist y/n !!

I know absolute shit all about football (soccer bc we are American) but we can give it a go!!! Plz don’t be mad I don’t know anything about it cause it’s ✨make believe ✨

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He was a little shit.

A beautiful, charming, irritating, little shit.

When Y/N has signed on for this team, being the medic was something she had been passionate about for years. Having her own accident and making it so she couldn’t properly play anymore, it was her mission to still be involved in the game so how. Y/N’s own injury and healing process had her become more and more interested in the profession, and here she was.

It wasn’t everything she had dreamed of, as nothing ever was, but it was good. She got to sit field-side every game, close to the action. And every injury she got first look at. She helped the guys with their stretches, their previous injuries and keeping them from Re-injuring themselves, taking care of them and making sure their physical shape was the best it could be.

In general? She was happy. But there was one man who was a thorn in her side and a pain in her crotch.

Harry Styles.

The man who decided it was his personal mission to follow her around like a puppy dog. Popping up in her singular moments of peace during game day. Texting her and asking about very, very small twists of ankles and giving her the ‘🥺 maybe you should come and look at it…’ whenever he did so.

Not to mention his complete and utter want to get into her pants.

Now it wasn’t as if she couldn’t handle a few sexual jokes. Y/N was a big girl and knew 99% of the time, the guys on the team knew their limit. And Harry? Harry, in reality, was a gentleman. Never touched her inappropriately, ever. But the problem was… she kind of wanted him to.

There was no actual clause against staff members and players being together or hooking up. Nope, just frowned upon. Maybe a slap on the wrist. However Y/N knew, she knew that the moment anyone caught wind of her potential affections for any team member or acting on it? It would end with everyone thinking she slept with them to get the job.

Y/N worked long and hard. Tireless hours for make sure these men were healthy, fit, and at their best. She wouldn’t sleep with anyone for any job, and she was actually respected by this team which was something a lot of women weren’t in this field. She could not and would not throw it away for a good dicking.

Fuck, did she want to sometimes.

—-

Harry had these hands. The perfect hands, in her opinion. Big, strong with thinner fingers. Long fingers. A good sized palm, not overly veiny, just perfection in male hand scales. Luckily (or unluckily, whatever way you’d put it) she got to handle them often.

“S’sore today, doc.” He winced, sitting on the table in front of her. Harry’s wrist throbbed. It was rainy, and it was usually a wreck when it was the perfect condition. The ache was annoying, and he knew she had a solution.

Her lips pouted softly as she gently took the hand in place, thumbing over the part of the wrist where rhe injury had occurred. She had learned a while ago where to press, how to rub and get it to lessen before she wrapped it up. “Yeah… old injuries tend to never let you forget.” She sighed, pushing her glasses up into her hair.

Harry never could get over how fucking gorgeous Y/N was. From her nose to her lips, the pretty sparkle in her eye, the curve of her hip… he was obsessed. Not to mention the fact that she was so gentle with him. So kind and sweet, though he knew he got on her nerves with his teasing sometime. She could handle it and he always tried to watch to make sure he wasn’t going too far, but he couldn’t help it.

He was a silly boy with a bit fat crush.

Y/N didn’t bite for any of them. Everyone had attempted when she first came on, testing the waters. Her pretty face was welcome to all the blokes in the team, and there was something incredibly attractive about a woman who could heal. Nonetheless, she never gave in to anything.

In Harry’s case, he knew it was different. He could see her smile at some jokes, see her get the bumps on her skin when he brushed her a certain way. But she avoided the eye contact. Avoided the touches. And it drove him mad.

Of course she wouldn’t know he had actual feelings for him because he was a giant coward most of the time. He hid his affection in the dirty jokes and the teasing squeezes of her waist and teasing. He was a thick skinned man but a full rejection form her would hurt.

Her soft fingers gently massaged over the wrist, making him groan. His head tilted back and he let it out, hissing slightly when she pressed too hard. “Oooh, don’t worry sweetheart. Y’know I like it to hurt a little.” His wide smirk made her roll her eyes huffing under her breath.

Y/N was not having a great day. She had been harassed by an Ex all fucking night over her new job. Making all the damn assumptions that she was getting ‘trained by the team’ in a much more vulgar way, and she had cried half the night. To say she wasn’t in the mood was an understatement, but she was trying.

Harry was not what she needed today, because it made her feel worse. Her blatant attraction to him made her feel guilty. She should be professional and leave it with. The way she had squeeze her legs tighter while he groaned didn’t help her case. The ugly words of how they’ only kept her around for a potential fuck’ was ringing in her head.

Harry though, he was a little oblivious. Her hands were so talented, and he didn’t watch her face for once as she hit a good spot again and he let out another remark.

“Jesus, that’s good. Do those magic hands work everywhere?”

That was the straw that broke her. It wasn’t his fault necessarily, he was just playing. But her eyes watered, hand yanking away as she turned from him, walking over to the bench. Trying to compose herself was hard as the tears burned so hard in her eyes, hands shaking slightly.

Harry startled, not used to that. She never flinched away like that, never ignored his remark and walked away. Usually told him to fuck off, rolled her eyes, something. But the energy in the room immediately shifted and he was uncomfortable. What had happened?

Cautiously, he cleared his throat and stood up from the bench, licking over his dry lips as he spoke again. “Uh… Y/N?”

“S’all I’m good for, right?” She muttered under her breath. Frantically wiping under her eyes she tried to focus on the paper in front of her but she could feel Harry approaching.

He furrowed his brow, not sure if he heard correctly. “Wha-“

Y/N whipped around fast, eyes teary and wet. “I said, that’s all I’m good for right? Only good for my hands and sex and all that pleasure you can get from me?” She hissed. “Only good for a romp in the sheets and a pretty face to heal your wounds and put on band aids. Only good to make you get off and feel good and then what? I’m left here with nothing.”

The tears left her, her hands shaking as she grabbed her bag. Harry felt his stomach drop. Never, ever had he wanted to make her feel like that. Her crying? That wasn’t something he ever wanted to see again. He felt like he had taken a ball to the gut, hard. Those eyes he adored being full of pain, full of tears was his own personal hell.

“Y/N… wait, I’m so sorry, I didn’t-“ he tried to follow her to the door, stopping abruptly when she lifted a hand up to him. Her stomping had made him nervous. Now she was leaving without talking to him and he felt like a complete dick. It was their normal teasing, but he had crossed a line.

“Don’t. Just…. Just leave me alone. I’m going home.”

—-

As much as Harry had wanted to chase after her, he had already made her cry once. He wasn’t risking it again.

The icky, gross feeling in his stomach followed him all day. He was gutted. Not only has he apparently crossed a line with someone he respected, he had a fucking crush on her. The man was convinced no other feeling was worse than a crush being angry at him. Even if it sounded juvenile to place it like that.

Harry liked Y/N. He never ever wanted to make her upset in any capacity, let alone feeling like a sex object or violated. He prided himself on respecting women. And he had fucking failed. He needed to make it right, and fast.

He had found her address. In her employee file, and he knew that was bad but he needed to check on her. Regardless of what happened beforehand, she was upset by him enough to leave and go home and he wanted to make sure she was genuinely okay.

It was an overstep and Harry knew it. He had to try, though.

He arrived at her door step with a box of cupcakes and some flowers. Gently kicking the floor, he heard the door open and his heart broke a little more.

Y/N standing in front of him with swollen eyes. She had been crying, seemingly a lot. And she looked upset still. Though he expected her to close the door in his face and tell him to fuck off. But she didn’t.

Instead, she broke into tears again, throwing herself into his chest. Her arms wrapping around his waist, he nearly tumbled over but righted himself as he startled. Quickly he found himself recovering, wrapping his free arm around her and holding her. He was able to maneuver slightly and drop the cupcakes on her entry table, flowers as well before having his arms free.

“Hey…. Sweetheart, what’s the matter?” He whispered softly, gently placing a hand on her back. Rubbing it up and down, letting her cry into his tee shirt. It was worrying. Whatever happened was beyond him, but he wasn’t going to let that take away from the fact he had added and made it worse.

“I’m sorry.” Her muffled response was sobbed into his shirt. “I’m sorry for yelling… and saying you thought those things, you were playing and I…” she pulled back worth tear streaked cheeks and Harry’s look of pure concern making her lip wobble. “You didn’t do it. It was… he kept sayin’ that all the team wants is in my pants, and you make me feel guilty because you’re so…. Beautiful, and I never slept with anyone to get this job! Never. And then he wouldn’t leave me alone-“ she hiccuped, looking up at Harry as he caressed the back of her head.

“Who, lovely? Who wouldn’t leave you alone?” He asked with a calm tone. Of course he wasn’t. Someone was harassing her. And Harry would fucking take care of it. It boiled his blood to think of someone making her feel less than.

“My ex.” She sniffled again, slowly calming. Harry had that quality, she thinks. “He-He broke up with me for taking the job. Said… said that I was going to be a personal whore for all of you. And not do my job.” She took a shuddery breath. It was embarrassing admitting this to him, but he had been on the receiving end for a meltdown that wasn’t his to fix.

“Well, can I tell you something?” He brought his thumb up to wipe away some of the sticky tears from her cheeks. “You arent. You’re no one’s whore. You’re a respected, talented and intelligent member of our staff. You so happen to be incredibly beautiful, which obviously makes people find you more bewitching… but I know that we all look at you as a professional talent. They may have tried their luck at the beginning but you laid down the law quickly and they all understood.” He whispered.

“Me? I was trying my luck, because you’re incredible. And I think you’re lovely. But that isn’t a conversation for now. Let’s make some tea, hm? Relax. I brought you some cupcakes. I need to properly apologize for being inappropriate to you. Regardless if it was a joke…”

—

He sat next to her on her couch. The poor girl was better now, washing her face and a mug of tea in hand while Harry had helped himself to a vase and put the flowers inside. Carnations. He thought they were pretty, didn’t know the name until Y/N had fawned over them.

“I’m sorry for freaking out on you.” She said softly, her big sweatshirt swallowing her up. Before Harry could interrupt, she put a finger up. “I know that you were just playing, Harry. I let you flirt with me like that. And I enjoy it.” She could feel herself get warm in the face. “If you’ve noticed, I let you get away with it. I enjoy it. And you didn’t do anything out of line. I was sensitive… I was still raw and I hadn’t had much sleep because he had blown up my phone and regardless he was telling me things he said in person over and over again. So…” Y/N shifted in her seat and used her sweater paws to bring the drink to her lips. “When you came in… I felt guilty for finding you attractive. For liking what you said to me.”

Harry sat for a moment, quiet. So she had liked it…. And felt guilty. Now knowing the context? It made sense. For the life of him he was trying not to hold in to the fact that she enjoyed it, but he couldn’t. It made him excited.

“Okay. That makes sense. Usually.. I do a better job at reading your physical cues. Sometimes I can see something isn’t the right thing to say because you’re tense already. But I was in my own world cause you were making the pain go away and I felt good. It isn’t an excuse, though.” He gently grabbed her hand once she set down her warm tee, thumbing over the knuckles.

“I felt like such a dick. I still do. You know that? And it isn’t because I’m attracted to you. But it’s because I didn’t think about the position I’m putting you in by flirting.” He moved a little closer. “I would never try and jeopardize your job. I’ve been blinded by my own feelings for a while and I was trying to feel it out but I didn’t think to think it was because someone else or a group of people would look down at you for it.” He frowned.

It was so unfair. They wouldn’t care if he slept with her. But they’d ridicule her for sleeping with him.

“I just want to let you know now as well… I wasn’t trying to come on to you to have a hookup.” He hummed. “The feelings I’ve got are genuine. Alright? They aren’t just too get into your pants. And I never want you to feel as though that’s your only purpose. Ever. You have so much worth, and while I’m positive you don’t need me to tell you that, I want tok anyways.”

He was unreal. She really thinks so. How did a man just… be like him. He was a fan favorite and had charm but behind the scenes he was even better than anything they said.

“Yeah. I think I was afraid. Because… I’m the same, you know?” She shyly admitted. “You’re charming and I didn’t want to admit I let your charm get to me, but it has. It has very much. And I like you. I don’t know what to do about it, but I think it’s only fair I admit it myself as well when you’ve put yourself out on the line.”

Harry’s grin grew, dimples pocketing in his cheeks. She liked him back. His heart was ringing in his ears, the shy little look into her eyes making him want to explode. Fucking adorable girl making him feel such intense emotions…. It was incredible.

Thank god. He thought he was going insane.

“We don’t have to do anything in the sense of our job right now. But since we both know… would you want to explore it? I would say privately. Just get to know each other better. Talk. Hang out. Cook food together… maybe kiss.” He smirked slightly at the end, making her let out a laugh. Her laugh soothed his Damn soul.

“I think I’d like that.”

——

Part II maybe? Who knows

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darkdevasofdestruction · 3 years

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Hi! I am so so sorry for bothering you, i love your writing!

How would the obey me brothers, plus Diavolo, react to an mc whose an empath and can read auras? i can see auras and im an empath and it exhausts me. One minute I'm okay and rhe next i can't move for hiyes on end and I'm numb, but I'm normally super upbeat! How do you think they'd react the first time mc has an episode like that, where they're apathetic abd unresponsive?

Thank you so much, please have a great day!💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

Same mate, I feel you, I’m the same and it’s painful af.

Hope you’ll feel better soon tho x

--- Diavolo

Diavolo doesn’t quite get this radical change in behaviour - Albeit, he’s the Demon King and he doesn’t get affected by such humane things - So he gets so worried when he sees you so...

Zombie like.

He would literally freak out and ask the Barbatos, Solomon, the Brothers and the Angels what is going with his dear MC!!!

When he finds out that you’re just emotionally fatigue and somehow, some special people called “Empaths” can feel the energies and moods of everyone around, amplified by those who are dear to you, and it acts as an energy drainer, he freaks out again, ‘cause he has no idea how to help.

Also, he’s worried he’s the cause of you being drained, for some reason.

He will have Barbatos brew the tea that he knows calms the best, in hopes that you would at least be able to relax a bit.

Will make sure you don’t attend RAD for the whole week, without having to do homework or catch up with courses, and will skip on his royal duties as much as possible to spend time with you, if you need that.

He’d love to cuddle you to sleep, if you’re okay with that.

Will have Barbatos give you a ton of pillows, plushies, snacks, chocolate and only the best beverages and meals, hoping you’d get better, even if it is in the dark, in solitude, watching a movie or playing video games.

Humans were strange to him, but he wasn’t going to ever give up on you, and instead, he will do anything to understand you better!

- - - Beelzebub

This cinnamon roll doesn’t really need an explanation, he just gets it.

So much that it hurts.

He, too, since Lilith died, became more sensitive to others’ energies - Albeit, only his brothers’, but considering how chaotic they are...

It’s enough, really.

But if his brothers drain him, a bigass old demon, then he couldn’t imagine how much worse it would take its toll on a frail, little human that isn’t stronger than a snowdrop, compared to him.

The only way he knows how to get rid of this draining is to eat, be alone and workout with bigger weights, pushing himself to his physical limits, to forget his emotional pains, so that’s what he will suggest to you.

He will encourage you to take some time off for yourself, not caring about anyone else around.

Beel will provide you with anything you’d need, and if it’s food, he wouldn’t even take a small bite out of it - He couldn’t, even if he wanted.

But what he’s best at is cooking comfort food and cuddling you, without saying any word - Unless you want to vent your emotions away or something, which is completely fine for him as well - But whatever you need, he will provide without fail.

- - - Belphegor

Belphie’s solution to any hardship is sleep.

He doesn’t get it at first, until you or Beel tells him what is going on.

He will offer to cuddle with you, and even give you his cow print pillow, hoping you’ll have sweet dreams and that you’ll feel a bit more rejuvenated by the time you’ll wake up.

If you don’t feel like sleeping, or can’t, he will actually offer to stay awake with you, for however long, and will do anything you want, to some extent.

You want to eat? He’ll order from Hell’s Kitchen anything you want.

You want to watch a TV series? He’ll stay awake with you through as many episodes as you feel like watching, and will comment on them, if you want him to.

Belphie doesn’t know much how to behave with humans, but he is pretty sure that emotions are emotions for either race, so if you’re sad or emotionally fatigue, he can quite get it, to some extent, even though it would be worse for humans, who are so fragile in comparison to demons.

If you freak out that you’ll fall behind in school work or home work, he’ll just do them for you and teach you the important stuff that you have to know for exams, since not everything is really note-worthy, and we all know he gets 100% to all exams.

He won’t tease you the whole time, but will be very affectionate with you, if you are okay with that, and that cute, soft smile is only your to see.

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mlqcanonymous · 4 years

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hi can i ask a scenario when tbe boys find out that their s/o was once abandoned at the altar on her wedding day? thanks

I remembered this was the first person who asked me if I accepted requests/asks 😂 Well, you got what you asked for! I wrote this in the middle of taking the exam lol So, if it sucks, blame it on rhe exams haha! PS. Some of the boys aren’t married to MC yet so I hope that’s okay with you!

𝓥𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓸𝓻

For the past few days after Victor’s proposal and your lame response (“Can I think about it first?”), Victor noticed you’ve been acting a bit odd.

To him, it seemed like you were no longer sure how to act around him. He noticed how you pause whenever you were in the same room as him, how your words were more hesitant and how your movements were more withdrawn.

You’ve been together for four years already and living together for nearly a year. To see you act so differently just felt so wrong for him.

Was it because of the proposal? Victor thought one afternoon in his office. He didn’t see anything wrong with his proposal and he already told you that he’d wait for your answer as long as it took.

So, what was wrong? What changed? What was different now?

Could it be that you no longer loved him?

It just struck Victor then that maybe the reason why you asked for more time was because you were thinking about how to break up with him.

And honestly, for someone like Victor who was always sure of his actions and who never hesitated on his words, he didn’t know what to do if that were the case.

Victor already took away your right to decide once (back then with the whole bodyguards business thing) and he couldn’t imagine taking it away when you stressed it enough how important it was for you.

Taking it away again would be so despicable and undeserving of you that if it ever came to a point where you decided to leave him, he would undoubtedly let you go no matter how much it was killing him in the process.

Thinking about it not only made his head hurt, but also made him unable to properly breathe due to the pressure mounting on his chest.

Preoccupied by the thoughts running in his head, Victor didn’t even notice when you came in his office until you spoke his name.

He snapped out of his thoughts and upon seeing you, blurted out the first thing that came to his head, “Are you leaving me?”

“Wait, what?” You asked, caught off guard by his abrupt question. “No! What? Victor, I’m not leaving you. What made you think that?”

Victor, at first, didn’t want to admit the reason why, but when you looked at him with such a worried expression like that, he went on to explain what he observed, what it meant, and the conclusions it formulated. He did all of this reluctantly, as if admitting it aloud would also be admitting a weakness.

You listened to all of his points, and once he was finished, you berated yourself for putting him in a such uncomfortable position that most likely caused the ever unbreakable and untouchable Victor to feel doubtful. It was something that almost never happened so you could imagine how discomfited he was.

“Oh, I’m sorry I made you think that way, Victor,” you said, regret coating every cadence of your voice. Then you hesitated.

You honestly didn’t know how to proceed and what to say next, afraid that what you would reveal next would cause Victor to doubt you. But you hid the truth for a very long time and that was no longer an option if the consequence would be ruining your relationship with him forever.

You sat down across him and finally decided to reveal the truth. “The reason why I’ve been so strange lately is because... I admit, it’s because of your proposal, but it’s not what you think!” You rushed out before he could form a remark. You fidgeted in your seat, finding it unable to meet his gaze, and forced yourself to proceed. “You see, back when I was in university, I had a relationship with someone. It was a serious one, the kind that led to an engagement.”

Victor’s facial expression didn’t change but inside, he was surprised and a bit cautious as he listened to what you were revealing to him. He didn’t know that you had a relationship before and he certainly didn’t know that you had gotten engaged to someone else.

"My dad didn’t exactly approve of my relationship with him. He thought that he wasn’t good enough for me, I guess. But I loved him and wanted to stay with him. So, for the first time in my life, I disobeyed my dad and my ex and I got together. We made our relationship a secret from everyone else; no one knew aside from us. At first, it was thrilling. We were young and happy and in love, and I though that being with him was simply the best time of my life."

"But then, later, things changed. We got into more fights and arguments about our relationship and coming clean to my dad. It got worse and worse as months passed by, and for some reason, he thought that the solution was to get married-- in secret. It didn’t sit well with me, but I truly thought that I loved him that when he proposed on my graduation day, I said yes."

You paused, jaw clenching as memory after memory bombarded your mind. The memory wasn’t as painful as before, but it would still affect you somehow until to this very day. Maybe because those memories didn’t get the closure that it deserved, or maybe because you were sharing these awful memories to the love of your life and you couldn’t imagine someone having the same kind of burden you have.

“But, on the day of the wedding... he didn’t show up.”

There, you finally said it. There was absolutely no going back after this.

“He stood me up and I never knew the reason why,” you added, emotions welling up inside of you.

“The reason why I’m acting weird is because I’m scared, alright?” It was like a dam broke and all of your worries and fears poured out of you without anything to stop it or hold it back. “For a long time, I wondered why he left me. He left me without an explanation or a proper goodbye, and for a long time, I thought it was my fault. I thought that something was wrong with me and that’s why he stood me up. When he left, it absolutely broke me. And... And I can’t imagine what would happen to me if you leave me, too. He might have broken me, but I can’t even think about the devastation that I would feel if that would happened again.”

Because you loved Victor with all of your heart, with more feelings than you could possibly imagine. You never thought you would feel the same way again after what happened, but Victor made you feel that way more deeply than before. It was Victor and it would always be Victor for you.

You hang your head, ashamed at yourself and the past you tried desperately to hide, because you couldn’t admit aloud to someone else how you felt like a failure before.

But then you felt Victor’s strong arms around you, embracing you with all of his warmth, and you fell into his chest, listening to the comforting sound of his heartbeat. And everything was okay in the world because he was there and he was still holding you like you were the most precious thing he had ever held before, and there couldn’t be anything more precious than you.

“I’m sorry.” His soft breath caressed your ear as his gentle voice filled the air. “I’m sorry I made you relive those memories. It wasn’t my intention to hurt you like this, and I’m so, so sorry. Don't ever think that you're not worth it or you're not good enough, because beloeve me, you are. I want nothing more than to go back to the past and stop what happened to you because you don't deserve that. Please, stop being ashamed when you did nothing wrong. You just happened to love a wrong person and that's not your fault. You shouldn't blame yourself for the mistakes that others made, especially towards you. But, at the same time, I’m happy.”

He pulled away slightly to peer into your eyes and you knew that there was nothing more beautiful aside from the sight of his purple eyes. “I’m happy because if he showed up and you married him, I would never get to hold you like this. I would never get to love you like this and I would never be this happy without you in my life. That’s why you don’t have to be scared about me leaving you, dummy. Because, for me, even imagining a life without you is torture. I can handle losing everything I have in life and I would sacrifice everything that I do have in order to have you so don’t ever forget that.”

You grinned at him, unable to hide the relief in your eyes at his words and unable to deny the warmth that spread throughout your whole body because of his sincerity. You were no longer afraid as long as he was by your side. “That might be one of the nicest things you ever said to me,” You couldn’t help but tease him as you brought up a hand to cup his face.

He chuckled and rested his forehead against yours. “Don’t get used to it.”

“I don’t know.” You smirked cheekily. “Maybe I will once we get married.”

“Wait, what?”

ᧁꪖꪜ𝓲ꪀ

It was a fine Saturday day and you and your husband, Gavin, were in the mall, picking out furniture for your brand new house. You two had just gotten married and, just last week, had moved into a new house where you planned to spend the rest of your lives together.

Needless to say, it was a fun experience and a bit reminiscent of your furniture date years ago, back when you two were just getting reacquainted for the first time in a very long time.

That’s why you absolutely didn’t expect for this day to be the day when you finally bumped into your ex-fiancé after he had left you at the altar years before.

At first, you didn’t notice that it was him. It was such a long time ago, and those memories were buried deeply in your head that it was almost as if it never existed. So, when you two met again, it was quite a shock.

You were rendered speechless and, by the way he was staring at you, it seemed that he felt the same thing.

“MC?” He asked, disbelief coloring his tone of voice. “Wow... I can’t believe it’s you.”

“Oh,” you said, blinking out of your daze. “Oh, wow, hi. I— wow...”

This was an incredibly awkward experience. You two seemed unable to comprehend the situation in front of you, like it was a surreal moment that even the wildest of your imaginations couldn’t come up with. You couldn’t say anything to him and, worse yet, you couldn’t even move your feet to walk away.

You didn’t love him anymore. Love wasn’t anywhere near close to what you felt for him now. But it was undeniable how there was so many things left unsaid between the two of you, that it created some sort of tension around you.

So, you didn’t know whether to feel thankful, relieved, or feel apprehension when Gavin showed up at that moment.

Gavin’s eyebrows rose seeing the two of you together, and after casting a suspicious look at your ex, he turned to you, ignoring the other man completely.

“Where have you been? I thought I lost you. You do know that the living room set is that way,” he said, chuckling softly as he slipped an arm over your shoulder.

You tensed for some reason before glancing at your ex watching you with your new husband. You felt the sudden need to explain, to introduce Gavin to him, to finally let go of the past that continued to taunt and mock you until Gavin came into your life and made it better. It didn’t matter if you never got closure; it mattered that you were now happy with your new life with someone else who loved you fiercely.

“Gavin?” You addressed your husband before gesturing to your ex. “Uhm, this was my ex-fiancé. And, this is Gavin, my husband.”

Gavin was unable to hide the surprise from his face when you introduced him to your ex.

Probably because you never mentioned a certain ex-fiancé to him before, you thought sheepishly. Your painful past wasn’t something that you advertised and with Gavin now a part of your life, it just seemed so irrelevant compared to what you have now with Gavin.

Gavin immediately covered his surprise with a neutral expression as he shook hands with your ex.

“So, you’re already married. Wow,” said your ex in disbelief. He opened his mouth to say something but then hesitated a moment, before he tried again. “Uhm, I hope you two have a happy life together. Best of luck to the both of you.”

Before you could say about anything else, your ex turned on his heel and left, his shoulders slumped and his steps long but slow. You and Gavin watched him walk away and you couldn’t help but feel sort of sorry for him, although you didn’t know why.

You didn’t know what kind of life he led after he left you. You didn’t even know if he regretted what he did. But it happened; and that was something that wouldn’t change. It was painful, of course, but you learned from the pain and in result, you came out stronger and happier than ever.

“So, care to tell me what happened with him?” Gavin’s question broke you out of your thoughts. He sounded a bit too casual for your liking. “I didn’t know you almost got married to someone else.”

Your lips tipped up in a small smile as you reached out a hand to his. “That was a long time ago, back before I never thought I’d meet you again. I didn’t tell you before because it wasn’t something I liked to discuss and over time, it wasn’t important enough to discuss considering what happened.”

“He was your ex-fiancé,” Gavin emphasized, like it mattered. Which, it did on some accounts. He might be a little upset about the fact that you never spoke of it or even mentioned it in passing.

“Yes, my ex-fiancé,” you said then proceeded breezily, “who left me at the altar on our wedding day.”

One second. A two. Then Gavin let out a loud, “What?!” There was fire in his golden eyes as he clenched his jaw, outraged at the treatment you received many years ago. “He... left you like that?”

You nodded your head. In contrast to him, you looked perfectly calm and rational while he looked seconds away from snapping his sanity in order to hunt your ex down. If you knew anything about Gavin, it was that he would absolutely find your ex and beat the shit out of him.

He was protective like that, but as a dutiful wife, you couldn’t let that happen. For one thing, Gavin was a cop and for another, you didn’t want to spend the rest of your married life with a husband locked behind bars.

To calm him down, you leaned closer to his side and wrapped your arms around his trim waist, knowing that your presence would soothe the blazing anger inside of him.

And slowly, it worked. His tensed shoulders relaxed, his taut posture loosened, and he even brought a hand up to pat your head. It was sweet in a way, and almost scary knowing the kind of effect that you had on him.

“You’re sexy when you get angry,” you said, smiling to his shoulder.

“I’m always sexy,” he retorted as the both of you headed towards the living room set, with you leading him away from the direction where your ex disappeared into.

“You don’t have to be angry on my behalf,” you told him, looking up at his handsome profile. “It happened a long time ago. He was the first guy who showed interest in me and made me feel loved, in a way. Plus, my dad liked him so it just made him more attractive to me, I guess?”

“I don’t think I like the sound of you talking about someone you’re attracted with,” Gavin grumbled, frowning.

You laughed. Of course this was the time when he’d get jealous. “Obviously, I’ve moved on,” you assured him. “I guess what hurts the most isn’t the fact that he left me or that he didn’t give me a reason why, but the fact that he disappointed my dad. They were really close, almost like father and son, and when he didn’t show up, it broke my dad’s heart which made the memories more painful. But now, I’m happy with my life with you. Yes, it hurt, and I don’t think I deserved it, but all the pain that I’ve felt that time was worth it when I met you.”

He didn’t say anything. He just looked at you intently, as though he was memorizing every inch of your face. Then, he smiled. A small, barely noticeable smile, but it was a smile nonetheless and a beautiful one at that.

“It sucks to be him,” Gavin said, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. “I got to be with you while he’s likely regretting what he did. His loss, my gain. Funny how life works.”

Yes, funny how life works out for the better.

Gavin cleared his throat, rubbed the back of his neck, and didn't meet your eyes. "Ever wonder what your dad would think about us?"

You beamed at him. "Honestly, I have no idea what my dad would think. But I have no doubt that wherever my dad is, he's happy now knowing that I'm with someone who would never intentionally hurt me and who tries his best to show me that I'm loved every single day."

Gavin ducked his head, a smirk on his lips as a spark of happiness flashed in his amber eyes. And you two went on your way, the revelation merely a speck of dust in your lives. Inconvenient, but easily ignored.

The past never truly mattered when you two had a future to look forward to.

KIᖇO

The wife of a popular and well-loved idol was something that you were still getting used to. Even though you two are almost a year into your marriage, there were still days when you were caught off guard by how easy but passionate your relationship was with Kiro.

It didn’t matter that you still received death threats from die hard fans of Kiro or that every once in a while, an article or two would pop out to falsely claim that you and Kiro were having a divorce, or you were having an affair, and other unsavory things such as that.

The two of you were still as strong as ever. So strong in fact, that it was starting to worry you a little. You never knew when the other shoe would drop and hit your head, waking you up to a reality where everything you loved and held dear weren’t yours to begin with.

And the other shoe did drop.

The day it happened was a completely normal day for you. As usual, Kiro was busy promoting his new single while you were busy preparing a new show for your company. You were actually planning to visit Kiro that afternoon since your dear husband forgot his lunch because of how busy and preoccupied he was.

But a news spread throughout the internet while you were driving to the studio, and this news just so happen to have your name in it. You didn’t know about the news and.you especially didn't notice the way people stared at you after walking into the building where Kiro worked. You also didn’t hear your phone ringing -- all calls coming from Anna, Willow, Kiki, Savin, and Kiro -- because you put it on silent mode. You absolutely had no idea what was going on by the time you reached the studio.

When Kiro saw you though, he immediately pulled you aside to the dressing room, away from prying eyes, which immensely confused you.

“Kiro, honey? What’s wrong?” You asked, watching with a puzzled expression as he locked the door.

“Didn’t you get my messages and calls?” Kiro asked, turning to face you, looking worried for some reason.

You shook your head no. “No, I was driving. You know how I always turn my phone off when I drive. Why? What happened?”

“So, you have no idea about the article about you?” Before you could ask what he meant, Kiro pulled out his phone and showed you a news article that featured you--and the long forgotten past you all but forgot until that day.

You paused as you stared at the headline -- something about you being Kiro’s wife and almost getting married before and other things that the public should never had privy to because it was a complete invasion of privacy -- and then looked at Kiro’s face, his baby blue eyes earnest as he waited for your reaction.

“I... I can explain,” you started to say and you watched as he blinked his eyes in surprise before he dropped his arm to the side.

“So, it’s true?” He asked, eyes serious which looked so different from the playful Kiro that you fell in love with. “All of it? You were really engaged to someone else before?”

You slowly nodded your head, fear snaking its way to your spine as you waited for the inevitable explosion that was about to occur. “It happened a couple of years ago,” you told him like it could solve everything. “He was older than me for at least ten years, I think. I was young and stupid, and I was... I was immediately enamored with this person that I completely forgot who I was. I was only twenty that time and I didn’t know any better."

You bit your lower lip, preventing yourself from openly breaking down in front of your husband, as your nails dug into the skin of your palms. "I didn’t know... that he was already married to someone else, and that he had a child. I didn’t know about any of it until the day I was going to get married to him. He didn’t show up on our wedding day, but just gave me a sorry ass letter telling me the whole truth."

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before. I didn’t tell you -- not because I thought you didn’t deserve it -- but because it was too hard to say it aloud. I was so stupid and-- and--”

No words were needed to be said as Kiro pulled you into his arms, shushing you softly. It just broke you, being in his arms when you felt like you didn't deserve it. You trembled as your hands clenched and unclenched into fists, wanting nothing more than to wrap your arms around him. But you stopped yourself because you were afraid he would find your touch disgusting.

"Stop," he said, whispering the words to your ear so soft that you closed your eyes and dropped your forehead against his shoulder. "Stop before I start to feel angry. Well"--he sighed, his warm breath brushing against your ear--"I'm already angry to be honest, but I don't want you to think that I'm angry at you."

"You're not?" The question that slipped past your open lips was timid and meek.

"I'm not angry at you, no," he assured you while rubbing tiny circles over your back, still holding you tightly in his arms. "I'm disappointed that you didn't tell me, but I get it. That past was painful and shameful for you. I would’ve been willing to wait for you to tell me but this thing happened and I’m so sorry you’re being watchedand judged like this because of me.”

“It’s not your fault, Kiro,” you told him, brushing his blond locks at the back of his head with the tips of your fingers, finally finding the courage to touch and hold him.

"I'm just..." Kiro struggled for a moment before he eventually continued, "I’m more angry about the fact that someone hurt you before when I’m trying so hard, every single minute of every day, to make you feel beautiful and appreciated because you truly are."

At his words, there was clearly no other choice but to hold him just as he held you before. You tightened your arms around him, unable to believe your luck that after you’ve been hurt in the past, you’re now in the arms of the man who treasured you more than anything else in the world. You didn’t know what kind of good karma you managed to collect in your past lives to receive such a blessing in the form of an angel with baby blue eyes and golden blond hair. Whatever good luck it was, you resolved to make even more luck just to have him again in your next life.

He let out a sigh as he dropped a kiss on top of your head. "I don’t know," he murmured, "but I have the urge to find the man and ask why he did that to you. Maybe I might even beat him up."

You burst out a laugh. “You can’t beat people up and you don’t want to.” The last thing anyone needed right now was for someone to charge Kiro with assault.

“I do want to beat someone up now,” he said with all the seriousness of a kid. “And I can very well do that to someone, I just choose not to.”

“No fighting,” you said, shaking your head. You honestly didn’t know how you got into this topic of conversation.

“Fine,” he pouted and stared at you intently. “Are you okay?”

Your breath hitched at the intensity of his eyes and the silent promise in his voice. The kind of promise that spoke of the fact that he would do whatever it took to take care of you and love you. That voice resembled that time when he was speaking his vows to you, on your wedding day.

And you smiled, the past no longer there to burden you. Rather, it was there to open a new path of life in the hands of a man who cherished you. “I am, now,” you answered.

Later, at home, a new article spread throughout Loveland City.

“What happened with my wife before was in the past,” said Kiro in the article, addressing the issue of the damning gossip about you and your ex-fiancé. “She was young and in love then, and many people make a lot of less than ideal decisions when they’re young and in love, right? But that was the past and this is now. Trying to bring the past up now when we’re married and happy with each other is wrong; defining my wife because of what happened to her in the past is wrong; trying to ruin a perfectly great relationship is wrong. I know what happened to her before is not something that I would wish on anyone else.”

“To be honest, the issue that you’ve spread should’ve been addressed within our family by ourselves, as husband and wife, in the privacy of our home. It’s not something that you should be exploiting or gossiping about. That’s why I’m asking, not as your idol, but as a husband who loves his wife very much, to please stop the previous article from spreading. My wife is the most beautiful, kindest woman that I know, and she doesn’t deserve this. That’s all, thank you.”

But truly, the rest of the world didn’t matter, as long as Kiro looked at you just like that.

𝕷𝖚𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖓

He looked at himself in the mirror and was caught off guard at the change that the tux brought out in him. Today was his wedding day--something that he never expected to happen to him, but was made come true when you agreed to marry him when he proposed out on a whim.

So, here he was now, preparing for his wedding day, and taking a quick break to watch himself in the mirror. This moment, right here, felt so surreal for him. He often wondered if this was real, and it wasn't some kind of fantasy that his mind had conjured out of madness.

He fixed his crooked tie. It wouldn't be the first time he'd been delirious with the thought of you in his mind.

A knock on the door startled him out of his thoughts and when the door opened, he was surprised to see you standing in the doorway, wearing nothing but a thick, fluffy bathrobe. Your hair was already styled into a low chignon and your face was made up with beautiful makeup. Beautiful didn't even come close to the image you presented to his vison.

The only thing marring the image was the agitated creases across your forehead and the frown upon your coral tinted lips.

"What's wrong?" He asked, heading towards you and cupping your head with gentle, elegant hands. "Is something the matter?"

He felt your jaw clenching beneath his palms. You brought a hand up to grasp his wrist. With a hesitant voice, you said, "Can I talk to you for a second?"

Lucien held his breath before nodding his acquiescence. You led him to a white loveseat and you both sat at the same time, neither talking. For you, you were silent because you were trying your best to formulate some kind of coherent thought. For him, he was silent because he was bracing for the worst.

You breathed in a lungful of air before angling your body towards him. "The reason why I wanted to talk to you... is because I haven't been truthful to you."

His eyebrows rose in shock but he kept his mouth shut, not wanting to interrupt a rather poignant confession coming from you.

"I wanted to tell you the truth for a long time now but... but whenever I get a chance to tell you, I always get discourage and I end up not telling you in the end. But I don't want to hide the truth any longer. Now that we're getting married in a few hours, I know that I can't marry you while also lying to you at the same time. So, here I am now, finally..."

Your heart pounded hard against your chest as you began pouring out the memories and thoughts running your mind for at least a few months now. But you proceeded, even if it caused you pain as you ripped open old wounds that, to be honest, never truly healed properly.

"A long time ago, before I even met you, I got into a relationship with someone else. We were each other's first loves, and it wasn't long before he and I got engaged. I was still in university that time, so it was a long engagement where we planned to get married after graduation. And we did--plan a wedding, I mean. It was a beautiful one, too. I remembered how excited we were to get married and spend the rest of our lives together. We were just so ready to start a family that we didn't even talk or think about anything else. It just felt.. it felt so pefect, you know? Like we were on top of the world and nothing can go wrong."

Lucien felt a lump in his throat and it took everything in his power to open his mouth and ask, "What happened?"

A forlorn smile spread across your face. "Well, it turns out nothing is perfect after all and everything can go wrong in just a split second. On the day of our wedding, he... he, uh, didn't show up. I waited for him. I waited for a long time but there was no sign of him. It wasn't until a few hours later when we got a call and... and it turns out that he got into an accident." A shudder wracked through your body as your mind went back to a dark time in your life. "He was already dead by the time the wedding started and I never even knew that he was no longer with me."

This was one of the hardest thing you'd ever done but you still plowed through, knowing that you had to do this. "I thought, for a few hours while I was waiting for him at the altar, that he changed his mind, that he got cold feet and decided that he didn't want to marry me anymore. When I found out that he died, I wished that he got cold feet instead. It was better when I thought that he changed his mind, than to find out that he died when he was about to marry me. It took a long while for me to recover and it's still painful to think about it."

"That's why I didn't tell you until now because..." you gazed at him with your sorrowful eyes, you hands reaching out to hold his. "Because I don't want the same thing to happen to you. I don't want to lose you the same way I lost him."

"Oh, silly girl," Lucien breathed out softly as he brushed your cheek using the back of his hand. "To lose someone so young, it's very painful indeed." He thought of his parents and how it still pained him to this day to think about what could've been. He understood why you didn't tell him before, and why you struggle telling him now. "I wish with my entire being that you hadn't experienced that kind of suffering, but it happened and as much as I wish to change it, it can't be changed. I'm sorry that I hadn't known you were in that kind of pain."

"No, please don't say sorry. It isn't your fault. Bevause, honestly, when I'm with you, I'm happy," you told him, smiling a bit through teary eyes. "Everyday got a little easier knowing that I have you and I'm not alone anymore. Everyday I had something to look forward to aside from making shows. That's why I'm so thankful that I have you. I can't deny that it doesn't hurt because it still does. I think it will always hurt, but unlike before, it's a bearable kind of hurt now."

"I'm happy that I've made you happy," he said, grateful beyond all that he'd given you the same measure of happiness that you'd given him. "And you're right. It will always hurt but sometimes pain can be good too. It reminds you to hold on to the things that bring you peace."

He squeezed your hands gently, his eyes soft. "Just like how I hold on to you. Now, let's get married."

He never really believed that he'd be a sentimental person, but as he gazed into your eyes, speaking his vows to cherish you forever, a new vow echoed in his head.

I swear that I will take care of her just as you likely had before, he promised towards the unknown man who had loved you previously. She will never feel unloved or unwanted when she's with me. She will never have a reason to doubt me or us. As long as it's in my power, I will do whatever it takes to make her happy. She will not regret choosing me to love her.

And when you gazed at him with beaming eyes, those new vows were sealed.

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Bellatrix laid on the hard ground, unable to move. The piercing wounds she received from Greyback's claws continued to bleed through her dress. She laid on her front, her eyes open and aware but her body not able to move.

She could hear explosions and muttered spells. She moved her eyes to look around. She was on the stairs leading to the bridge and from where she laid down she can see the billowing robes of the person she used to call master.

He had his back turned around them, fighting someone Bellatrix can't see in her position.

She wants to kill him.

She wants to take her eyes back.

She wants her revenge.

She wants to avenge a future she saw that is yet to happen.

She wants to move.

She blinked her eyes, clearing the daze in her mind. Her hands twitched, she couldn't feel her wand in them.

She kept trying to have control over her body. "Episkey" she muttered the spell weakly. The gaping wound in her stomach didn't close one bit but instead only the scratches in her arms closed.

She's weak and drained. Fighting Greyback, Dolohov and two more members of the Dark Lord's circle was hard in her situation. She couldve defeated them if it weren't for the curse.

Bellatrix gritted her teeth as she muttered a numbing spell over her body. She sighed when she felt the pain fade to a dull pulse in her skin. She pushed herself up, she cant find her wand,not that she needs it that much anyway.

She stands up using the wall as support, ignoring the way her leg buckled, it was probably weak and strained but it wasnt felt because of the spell she casted on her body.

She stood at full height, she looked around. People were crowded some distance away from her. She looked at the dark lord's direction and she stopped rigid at what she saw.

Narcissa was on the ground, holding a limp body of Andromeda blood on her mouth, lying on her folded leg was an unconscious Draco. At least Bellatrix thought he was unconscious.

A few distance from them was a lying body of the boy who lived. Narcissa was crying and Bellatrix felt an incredible amount of anger come though her at the sight.

She had never seen Narcissa look so broken.

And now she she did.

Andy was getting closer to deaths door.

Draco probably tried fighting back but still lost.

And the boy was already lying face down like she did earlier.

She could see the dark lord point his wand at them. And in instant Bellatrix Moved.

She didn't think about what to do. Her speed was a blur as she appeared behind Narcissa. Putting her hand in the air she casted the strongest shield she can muster before the green color of Voldemort's spell she reached them.

"Bella!" Narcissa cried out, looking behind her shoulder. "It's okay" Bellatrix comforted through her teeth, her attention and focus bleeding through her shield.

"I'll defeat him" she gritted her teeth when she felt the center of her body churn painfully. Her shield was standing strong but her magic is almost drained.

"He's too strong Bella and your magic is wavering" Narcissa reminded Bellatrix of her predicament as she stepped forward in front of her sister.

She casted the same spell again and again while Voldemort stood in front of her, amusement painted on his pale face.

" And here I thought you died already Bella" Voldemort sneered at her but Bella didnt listen as she tried to shrink the distance between them.

They rounded each other, Bellatrix not putting her shield down. Her wounds bleeding faster, wetting her black dress a darker shade.

She felt blood come up her throat. Internal Bleeding, she surmised but didn't give ground with her shield.

They slowly rounded each other. She could see Voldemort also having a bit pf a hard time with the prolonged spell.

They have both been weakened by their previous fights. She focused all her attention to her shield, waiting for a moment for the spell to weaken before lunging to attack.

She could see the people of Hogwarts hover the end of the bridge, watching with stricken face, wondering who would win. Bellatrix likes to think it's her because she would still be better than Voldemort.

Her magic was rapidly draining now, her wound opening and bleeding. She even swallowed the blood that threatened to come out her mouth, it wasnt wise to show your state to your enemy. It can be easily used against you.

Then suddenly, out of nowhere, there were cracks of apparation. Before Voldemort and her can even look, the largest and biggest 'Bombarda Maxima' exploded at her face.

It was Vela's spell, mixed with Delphi's lightning and Rigel's enchantment. It was deadly amd she would've been blown by the spell if it werent for the another spell of protego that layered her own.

"Bellatrix" her eyes widened comically at the voice. Her body gave out as she crumpled to the floor, either from her spell or the voice, the dark witch wasnt sure.

"..Muddy.." Bellatrix muttered the name weakly after puking the blood out her system.

".. your here.." Bellatrix closed her eyes when Hermione gave her a short hug.

"I'm sorry for being so late" Hermione looked sincerely guilty as she wrapped Bellatrix's hand on her shoulder as support.

"..mom!" The combined voices of her children, Delphi, Vela and Rigel echoed in Bellatrix's ears.

"Were okay!" Rigel shouted over the distance. He had Draco by the neck, while Delphi quickly went to Andromedo, probably to heal While Vela was helping Narcissa stand up, and Bellatrix finally noticed the bloodied legs of her sister.

"Quickly! Get out of here!" Hermione shouted back. She saw clear hesitation on her children's eyes.

"But-"

"Go!"

It was Bellatrix this time and they quickly apparated away. Obeying through gritted teeth and anxious eyes.

She felt an explosion sound again and both of them turned again. The spell they casted to Voldemort was still exploding, buzzing with deadly fire, lightning and enchantment Rigel provided in the spell.

"Drink this" Bellatrix blindedly drank the potion, and suddenly she was aware that her numbing spell has faded. She could've fallen to the ground again if it weren't for Hermione's support.

She felt her wounds heal and start to close up but her magic was still drained.

"Harry's still here" Hermione stated when she nearly stumbled upon the battered body of her friend. Bellatrix didn't say anything, focusing on the painful stitching of her wound.

"Take him away" Bellatrix said when the pain faded a bit. "But what about you?! I can't just leave you here alone!" Hermione glanced between the two but Bellatrix gave her a hard look.

"You're not going to leave me here alone right?" Bellatrix chuckled at her.

"Of course not!"

"That's why you should take him away, I trust you to come back"

"What if-"

" I can still hold my ground until you come back. Its not like your gonna leave for a minute" Bellatrix tried to play lightly. Taking the boy away would just be added to the list of people who won't die today.

"Give me the wand" she ordered before Hermione could say anything else. "Go, the sooner you leave, the faster you can come"

She gave Hermione a hard kiss before the crack of apparition popped in front of her.

She gripped the foreign wand in her hand. It was too thin.

She pointed it to the exploding spell Voldemort was trapped in. "Bombarda"

Nothing happened. She spat on the ground in frustration. The wand won't listen to her. She could see the trap was getting weaker, Voldemort can break it anytime now.

Absolute. Magical. Control

She chanted in her head. She had to make the wand bend to her will no matter what happens.

She closed her eyes to help her focus. She tuned out the sound of explosion, the air, the tumbling rubbles and rhe thunder happening above her head and even when there were suddenly multiple sounds of apparition that happened behind her. She didnt react.

In whatever that's left of her magic, she channeled it through the wand in her hand.

Listen to me, just this once. Just until this fight. Just until he's defeated. She pleaded but the wand isnt reacting yet.

Listen here you piece of stick. Bend to my will or I will break you! Were at war and your not in the position to fucking choose! Your boy lost and I am the only one who can use you right now! I wont lose a future that I desperately wanted just because you wont listen!..

Bellatrix pushed a surge of magic through the stick before feeling it connect with her magic.

She opened her eyes to see four backs against her. " I knew you wouldn't listen" she stated, walking to level with Hermione.

"Family comes first mom"

Vela muttered with a smile.

When the exploding spell finally broke, Hermione instantly reached for bellatrix's hand. Threading them together.

She could instantly feel her magic dance with Bellatrix. The familiar sensation giving her comfort that they are doing this together.

The way their magic seemed to amplify each other was the only thing they can use against Voldemort. Bellatrix looked down at her and Hermione smiled.

Together.

"We'll distract him until you can prepare the spell" Delphi muttered before the three of them disappeared in light speed ad appearing at the spell they casted earlier.

"Be careful" Hermione called out in the air, aware that the Three would hear it.

"Can we still cast it?" Hermione held Bellatrix by the waist. She could feel the blood wetting her hand. She stopped the tears that was stinging her eyes, it wasnt time to be showing weaknesses.

"We have to. But I have barely enough magic" Bellatrix leaned at the younger brunnette, caressing hairs away from a dirty face. Her eyes were worried and anxious and Bellatrix's situation is not making it better.

"We can use mine" Hermione answered. "We havent tried it yet but we have to do it. If its not enough, we can ask the kids"

Bellatrix grinned at the way Hermione said 'her kids'. Her heart warming up at the fact that she has a family now and that they were all fighting to have a better future.

"Okay" she agreed. She took out her own dagger while Hermione took out her wand. They boh began carving.

Hermione kept wincing at the pain, she would've applied a numbing spell but they have to conserve every drop of magic they have.

Bellatrix was an instant in carving in her wrist. The curse of her dagger would help in the spell. The elven runes bled in her wrist but she kept carving. She would carve everything she can in her own wrist in order to minimize the runes Hermione would apply.

Bellatrix already filled the front of her wrist with the bloodied runes. She flipped jer wrist and then dug her dagger.

"One more line" she comforted Hermione when she was finished and when that final line bled into the skin, it glowed. Hermione looked at the dark witch in the eye, praying silently that it will work. She held Bellatrix by the cheek and the dark witch let their foreheads meet.

They chanted.

Survey the Heavens, Open the Heavens... All the stars, far and wide... Show me thy appearance... With such shine. Oh Tetrabiblos...

Voldemort’s eyes widened at the incantation and when he realized it was a sealing curse he panicked.

Noticing the flustered look, Delphi conjured a spear with her magic before throwing it at the man’s position. It traveled through the air, Vela casted her own magic on the black spear, wrapping in the spear in glowing flames while Rigel poured his magic into it, enlarging the black material of magic until the tip of the magic was already as tall as them.

The spear raced through the air while Vela and Rigel combined hands to cast their own Incarcerous at Voldemort’s feet. The spear hit straight to the dark man’s chest but it didnt kill him. Instead, the magical spear pinned Voldemort to the wall of the bridge. The sound of scream that came from the man’s throat was music to Bellatrix’s ears but she didnt let it get her out of her focus.

I am the ruler of the stars... Aspect become complete... Open thy malevolent gate. Oh 88 Stars of the heaven...

A swirl of white and gold magic mixed at Hermione and Bellatrix’s feet before expanding into the floor in what Hermione could recognize as a magic circle. The white and gold kept getting bigger and bigger as they kept chanting. Hermione could already feel the draining of her magic but she kept going.

Delphi crumbled to the floor on her kneess in an effort to keep the spear in Voldemort’s body. The spear was a hard to keep up, it was a spell meant to disappear as soon as it hits its target but she’s keeping it right there, to bind Voldemort to the wall, despite the screams and spells he flung out of his wand towards her direction.

Vela and Rigel had the perfect teamwork in exchanging between offense and defense, keeping up their own magic with Delphi was hard but they had it easier than their eldest. Vela sent out another flaming spell that managed to almost break the bridge at the power. Rigel casted a shield, strong enough to stand the heat and fire that almost enveloped them and their parents.

Spirit to Body...

Hermione looked around them before meeting Bellatrix’s eyes, they were focused and hard but when they contacted, they softened before they focused again.

Body to Mine...

Bellatrix pulled her closer.

As I chant...

Bellatrix focused on her magic, leaking it into her words as she chanted the spell.

Undo the Bind,

Bellatrix moved to change their position. She wrapped her right on Hermione’s waist while the other left threaded with Hermione. Hermione thinks the position looks a lot like a tango position but she didn’t say anything. They pointed their threaded finger at the binded Voldemort.

What Now Holds..

My soul to me..

Vela, Rigel and Delphi moved away when the shine of the spell was starting to become blinding.

With this spell

Now set it free!

This was just draft guys hahaha. Pardon the lack of details and proper conveying of whats happening

#bellatrix lestrange #bellatrix black #Bellamione #Hermione x Bellatrix #Hermione Granger #voldemort #fight

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edenmemes · 4 years

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game of thrones (S1) rp starters

❝ i’ve never seen a thing like this, not ever in my life. ❞ ❝ do the dead frighten you? ❞ ❝ all these years and i still feel like an outsider when i come here. ❞ ❝ whatever it did to them it can do it to us. they even killed the children. ❞ ❝ relax your bow arm. ❞ ❝ oh, wait. i just realised...i don’t care. ❞ ❝ to stand at a crossroads where turning left means loyalty to a friend, turning right, loyalty to the realm. ❞ ❝ my crimes and sins are beyond counting. ❞ ❝ does loyalty mean nothing to you? ❞ ❝ i fear i may have behaved monstrously these past few weeks. ❞ ❝ some doors close forever... others open in the most unexpected places. ❞ ❝ sometimes i worry you’re too smart for your own good. ❞ ❝ the occassional kindness will spare you all sorts of trouble down the road. ❞ ❝ i don’t know. i don’t remember. everything happened so fast. i didn’t see. ❞ ❝ everything’s better with some wine in the belly. ❞ ❝ i’m not particularly good at violence, but i’m good at convincing others to do violence for me. ❞ ❝ gold wins wars. not soldiers. ❞ ❝ a mind needs books like a sword needs a whetstone. ❞ ❝ there’s a war coming. i don’t know when, i don’t know who we’ll be fighting, but it’s coming. ❞ ❝ you will dishonor yourself forever if you do this. ❞ ❝ you know I had half my guard out searching for you? ❞ ❝ you're just a soldier, aren't you? you take your orders and you carry on. ❞ ❝ oh my sweet summer child, what do you know about fear? ❞ ❝ everyone who isn’t us is an enemy. ❞ ❝ would you be so good as to untie me? ❞ ❝ the next time you raise a hand to me will be the last time you have hands. ❞ ❝ come stand by the fire. it’s warmer. ❞ ❝ what do you pray for? ❞ ❝ i’ve made many mistakes in my life, but that wasn’t one of them. ❞ ❝ you can't change him. you can't help him. he'll do what he wants, which is all he's ever done. you'll try your best to pick up the pieces. ❞ ❝ the common people pray for rain, health and a summer that never ends. they don't care what games the high lords play. ❞ ❝ you’re a warrior like your father. ❞ ❝ i'm used to men who could chew that boy up and pick their teeth with his bones. ❞ ❝ i need you to become the person you were always meant to be. not next year. not tomorrow. now. ❞ ❝ there’s things that sleep at day and hunt at night. ❞ ❝ you’re in pain. ❞ ❝ when you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. ❞ ❝ go as far away as you can, with as many men as you can. ❞ ❝ is that what you tell yourself at night? that you’re a servant of justice? ❞ ❝ very handsome armor. not a scratch on it. ❞ ❝ do i frighten you? ❞ ❝ rhe lion doesn’t concern himself with the opinions of sheep. ❞ ❝ are you going to say something clever? go on, say something clever. ❞ ❝ there is only one thing we say to death - ‘not today’. ❞ ❝ have you lost your mind? what if you missed? ❞ ❝ it’s a gift. i had it made for you. ❞ ❝ distrusting me was the wisest thing you’ve done. ❞ ❝ how do you feel? you still don’t remember anything? ❞ ❝ you’re a smart person. you don’t believe that nonsense. ❞ ❝ you’re too hard on yourself. always have been. ❞ ❝ have you ever seen a dragon? ❞ ❝ you’re all alone in the deep dark woods. ❞ ❝ my family is rich. we have gold, lots of gold. i’m prepared to give you lots of gold. ❞ ❝ i felt something for you once, you know? ❞ ❝ there is a spell. some would say death is cleaner. ❞ ❝ it's a neat little trick you do, you move your lips and your father's voice comes out. ❞ ❝ i’m glad i could do something to make you happy. ❞ ❝ i could work at fighting all day, every day, and still never be as good as you. ❞ ❝ all i ever hear is how not tough i am. how i squirm at the sight of blood. ❞ ❝ i thought you were a better person. ❞ ❝ do you think it’s honor that’s keeping the peace? it’s fear! fear and blood. ❞ ❝ i pray for home too. ❞ ❝ never forget what you are. the rest of the world will not. wear it like armor. then it can never be used against you. ❞ ❝ when they write the history of my reign, they will say it began today. ❞ ❝ in my dreams, i kill him every night. ❞ ❝ we were meant to rule together. ❞ ❝ why haven’t i seen you? where have you been? ❞ ❝ the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword. ❞ ❝ the law is law. ❞ ❝ we never had the chance to be young. ❞ ❝ i’m going to miss you. ❞ ❝ we were at war. none of us knew if we were going back home again. ❞ ❝ your absence has already been noted. ❞ ❝ you need to drink...and eat. ❞ ❝ i hope to repay your kindness someday. ❞ ❝ no one to tell me ‘no’ but you. only you. ❞ ❝ it stinks. it stinks like death. ❞ ❝ if i die, weep for me. ❞ ❝ someone with great ambition and no morals...i wouldn’t bet against you. ❞ ❝ there are no men like me. only me. ❞ ❝ you look lovely tonight. ❞ ❝ all good swords have names, you know. ❞ ❝ it’s not going to get any easier, you know? you’ll have to defend yourself. ❞ ❝ it’s a strange thing, the first time you cut a man. ❞ ❝ it’s hard for them to bow without heads. ❞ ❝ i swear to you that those who harm you will die screaming. ❞ ❝ i bet you’ve never killed anyone. ❞ ❝ death is so final whereas life...life is full of possibilities. ❞ ❝ there are times you make me wonder whose side you’re on. ❞ ❝ i’ll make sure you don’t look so fucking grim all the time. ❞ ❝ you’re a loyal friend. you hear me? a loyal friend. the last one i’ve got. ❞ ❝ did you have to bury her in a place like this? she should be on a hill somewhere with the sun and the clouds above her. ❞ ❝ don’t leave me alone with these people. ❞ ❝ oh, i do love a violent woman. ❞ ❝ it’s not your screams i want. only your life. ❞ ❝ i’ll kill them all. every one of them. i’ll kill them all. ❞ ❝ don’t talk about my mother or father ever, or i’ll carve your eyes from your head. ❞ ❝ every hurt is a lesson and every lesson makes you better. ❞ ❝ i’m a constant disappointment to my father and i’ve learned to deal with it. ❞ ❝ you have a quick temper and a slow mind. ❞ ❝ you broke my nose, bastard! ❞ ❝ i think you should wear your armor tonight. ❞ ❝ it makes me hurt to see you bleed. ❞ ❝ my tongue lied. my eyes shouted the truth. ❞ ❝ all men are made of water, do you know this? if you pierce them, the water leaks out and they die. ❞ ❝ i’m not going to tell you to stay or go. you must make that choice yourself. ❞ ❝ i grew up with soldiers. i learned how to die a long time ago. ❞ ❝ i don’t know what you want. i’ve given up trying to guess. ❞ ❝ you dare give commands to me? to me? ❞ ❝ who was your first kill, not counting old men? ❞ ❝ i’m looking at you. you’ve got an interesting face. a very distinctive face. ❞ ❝ you do have a choice. and you’ve made it. ❞ ❝ moon of my life, are you hurt? ❞ ❝ if the day ever comes where you’re tempted to sell me out, remember this: whatever their price, i’ll beat it. ❞ ❝ your sweet words have moved me. ❞ ❝ i did warn you not to trust me. ❞ ❝ when you look at me do you see a hero? ❞ ❝ take me to your crypt. i want to pay my respects. ❞ ❝ you always look at your feet before you lie. ❞ ❝ it’s your gods with all the rules. ❞ ❝ could you sing me a song? i’d like to hear a song. ❞ ❝ you worry too much. it’s starting to show. ❞ ❝ i take orders from your father, not you. ❞ ❝ you at a feast - it’s like a bear in a trap. ❞ ❝ if you can get word to my family, tell them i’m no coward. ❞ ❝ you understand why i did it? do you understand why i had to kill him? ❞

#rp meme #roleplay starters #roleplay meme #long post for ts /#im rlly tired there's prob mistakes everywhere asdsff

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Partners

Characters: Petra Ral, Levi, Hanji Zoe x Levi Genre: Action / Mystery / Romance Rating: T

Detective!au

Summary: when Petra was promoted to a detective and partnered up with legendary Levi Ackerman, she felt like the happiest person in the world.

But, as she soon found out, detective Ackerman she used to admire so much was actually a far cry from the ideal policeman Petra thought he was. He was rude, harsh and easily annoyed. And, in addition, he still hadn’t moved on from the death of his previous partner - detective Hange Zoe.

Chapter 2/?

Chapter 1

The loud shrill sound of her ringtone woke Petra up. She groaned, turning on her side, a hand reaching out to the bedside table. She cursed as she nearly threw off the lamp in her haste to get to the annoying device. After a couple of awkward bumps and clashes, her fingers finally touched the smooth surface of her phone. She answered the call immediately, not sparing a glance at the display.

"Y-yes?" she asked, not even trying to hide the sleepiness from her voice.

"Petra, it's your new partner, Levi," and, oh god, it woke her up fast. Faster than a bucket of cold water ever could. "There had been a murder and Erwin asked us to investigate it. I'll text you the address, come as soon as you can. I'll be waiting."

And then, before Petra could give him any kind of an answer, he ended the call. For a few long seconds, Petra just sat on her bed, phone still near her ear.

There has been a murder? And she was going to investigate it? For real, not like yesterday's case, where everything had been already dealt with by Levi? Gosh, someone had actually died, it shouldn't make her so excited. But it did.

She all, but jumped out of her bed, trying to get ready as fast as possible.

*** When she arrived to the tall apartment complex, where a murder had happened, Petra was surprised to find out just how many police officers were there, especially considering the late hour. In the distance, she even saw Oluo, who was arguing with a lonely pedestrian. Petra wanted to come up and say hi, but she knew she had no time for that right now. She would surely apologize to him, but later.

As she neared the entrance, Petra saw that Levi was leaning over the brick wall. Was he waiting for her? While she was approaching him, she noticed that the circles under his eyes were even more prominent than yesterday, especially under the light of a street lamp. Furthermore, he was wearing yesterday's clothes. Did he not come home after work, Petra wondered, as Levi finally looked up at her.

"You came sooner than I expected," he told her, his voice, as always, calm and disinterested. "Let's go inside, the murder happened in the apartment on the fourth floor."

"Who is the victim?"

"A woman in her thirties. She was found by her roommate, who came home after a night shift."

Petra nodded, absorbing the information. "What was the cause of death?"

"A cut to her throat."

"Oh," Petra breathed out. It was not what she expected.

“It’s your first murder case, right?” Levi asked, his voice gentler than Petra was used to. “If you don’t feel like you can do it, you don’t have to.”

“I’ll be fine,” Petra told him sternly. She tightened her hands into fists, raising her head high. She won’t show him any fear. She was strong. She could do it. She will do it. “C’mon,” she urged Levi, who was staring at her with furrowed eyebrows. “We have work to do.”

The apartment, once Petra stepped inside, was surprisingly clean. After hearing about slashed throat, she expected to see splashes of blood, or, at least, signs of a struggle. Instead, the living room was neat and tidy. Petra would have even called it cozy, if she didn’t know that a person was murdered there.

“Where is the body?” Levi asked a member of forensic team. It was a tall and light-haired man, Petra remembered seeing him at the precinct. If she wasn’t mistaken, his name was Moblit Berner, and before the death of Hange Zoe, he was working closely with the infamous duo.

“Detective Ackerman!” Moblit threw his hands in the air, stopping Levi from taking another step. “Please, you can’t go in here!”

“Moblit,” Levi growled. “What do you think you’re doing? I was appointed to this case by Erwin. So move the fuck away.”

“C-captain Erwin?” Moblit paled at the mention of his superior. “But detective… you really shouldn’t see it.”

“I’ve been a detective for more than ten years,” Levi pushed past Moblit. “Dead bodies don’t scare me.”

“It’s not just a dead body…” Moblit whispered, but Levi paid him no mind.

He walked inside the bedroom, where a body was found, Petra hot on his heels. She glanced over his shoulder, her nerves getting to her after all those warnings from Moblit. But… The bedroom seemed as clean as the rest of the apartment. There was no blood, no guts, no everything. Just a young brown-haired woman lying in her bed, looking so peaceful, as though she was simply asleep. Petra actually felt relieved at the sight, she was expecting something much, much worse.

Pulling on the sterile gloves, Levi swiftly reached the bed, his sharp eyes taking every detail of a crime scene. However, as he moved the victim’s head to take a better look at her wound, Petra noticed that his hands were trembling. She watched him curiously, Levi didn’t seem to be disgusted or wary by the corpse itself. He touched the wound without any kind of remorse, but, for some reason, he avoided looking at the victim’s face and his moves were strangely reluctant, as he pressed his hand to the mop of brown hair.

“She looks nothing like her,” he whispered, under hus breath, continuing with the inspection.

“Detect—”

Before Petra could finish, Levi’s eyes landed on a small bedside table. He tensed immediately, staring at it with wide, unblinking eyes.

“Detective?” Petra called again, feeling more than a little unnerved by rhe unexpected change in him.

“Son of a bitch!” Levi suddenly shouted. “Motherfucker!”

Petra watched him in silence, shocked and bewildered by a sudden outburst of a man, who always acted so calm. She reached out, meaning to lay a comforting hand on his shoulder, but before she could do so, Levi turned on his heels, storming out of the room.

Before Petra followed after him, she glanced at the table, curious as to what possibly could get her partner so furious.

The table was almost empty, save for a pair of broken, bloodied glasses. Next to them, lay a note. Petra carefully lifted it up, reading the contents.

Think you can catch me without her?

Neither note, nor especially glasses made any sense to Petra. She hurriedly exited the room, searching for Levi. She didn’t have to look for long. Levi was in the middle of the living room, his hand tightly wrapped around the elbow of some obviously panicked police officer.

“Where the fuck is Erwin?” he asked in a low, dangerous voice, squeezing the man’s elbow tighter.

“I… I don’t know, detec—”

“I’m here, Levi,” said a deep baritone, which Petra momentarily recognized as Captain Smith’s. “So please let the man go. You’re scaring him.”

“We need to talk,” Levi hissed. “Right fucking now,” he added, dragging Captain Erwin with him.

He led him to the small side room, which probably served as a study. Unable to resist her curiosity, Petra followed after them, crouching in the dark corridor and hoping they won’t see her.

“Levi, please calm down,” Captain Erwin tried to placate him, laying hands on his shoulders.

“Calm down?!” Levi sneered, throwing Erwin’s hands off. “How the fuck can I calm down, when that fucker has returned, just like told you he would, and now he’s trying to play his stupid games with me?”

“We don’t know if it’s Zek—”

“It was her glasses, Erwin!” Levi screamed. His voice was filled with so much pain and anguish that Petra felt her heart clench in sympathy. “It was her damn glasses,” he repeated much quieter.

“Are you sure?” Captain Erwin asked softly.

“Of course, I’m sure,” Levi shakily ruffled his hair. “I was the one, who bought them for her, after that idiot lost her previous one. That bastard is back, I’m sure about it too.”

“It can’t be,” Captain Erwin shook his head with a determined look. “It’s a copycat or a follower, but it’s not Zeke.”

“And what makes you think so?”

“Because Zeke died two years ago. And so did Hange,” Captain Erwin squeezed Levi’s shoulder. “It’s past the time you move on,” he added, before pushing past Levi and walking out of the room.

It happened so quickly that Petra didn’t get the chance to run away from her hiding spot. However, as he went past her, Captain Erwin paid her no mind. Either, he didn’t see her or he simply didn’t care.

But Petra knew she won’t get such luck with Levi, so she started moving, trying to make as little noise as possible. As she went past that room, she couldn’t help, but throw one last glance at her partner. And what she saw, broke her heart.

Levi stood there, in a dark, empty room. His fists, and his whole body, were shaking, as he took one labored breath after another.

He looked so vulnerable, so fragile, Petra felt a barely resistible desire to come closer and comfort him. But she knew he would never accept her help, he didn't need her sympathy. So she ignored the painful clenching of her heart and walked away.

Returning to the living room, Petra wasn't sure what to do next. There were still members of forensic team and other policemen walking around, looking for samples of DNA or other evidence. Watching them, Petra contemplated her next move - should she help others with the investigation? Should she wait for Levi? Or, maybe, it'd be best to investigate on her own?

Before she could decide, a hand fell on her shoulder. She swiftly turned around.

"Oh, sorry, didn't mean to scare you," a man from forensics, Moblit, said. "Just wanted to say hi," he smiled softly.

Petra smiled back. Moblit's awkward friendliness made her feel at ease for the first time, since she set foot in that apartment.

"You're Detective Levi's new partner, right?"

"Yeah," Petra nodded, trying very hard not to cringe.

“He can be a real asshole sometimes, eh?” Moblit asked with a look of understanding in his eyes.

Petra let out a small chuckle. “Something like that, yes.”

“He was different before,” Moblit continued, his gaze becoming distant. “Still not the easiest guy to deal with, but… when Detective Hange was around, she managed to somewhat soften his edges.”

“You recognized her glasses too,” Petra looked at him carefully. “So you knew her well?”

“Detective Hange… was an incredible woman. She was a great detective, but before joining the force, she was attending a medical school. She often helped us in the laboratories and I worked with her closely. It’s a shame you haven’t met her,” he said with genuine sadness. “You would have liked her.”

“Yeah, she was great, I get it already,” Petra mumbled, fed up with hearing about how her predecessor was so much better than her.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry!” her cheeks flamed, as she realized she had said it out loud. “I didn’t to disrespect her or—“

“It’s fine,” Moblit gave her another sympathetic look. “You probably had a long day. You should rest, we’ve done all the work here anyway.”

“But—”

“I’ll explain everything to detective Levi, don’t worry. Just take it easy.”

Petra nodded shakily, moved by Moblit’s kindness. Acting on an impulse, she reached out and gave him a quick hug. “Thank you,” she whispered. “I really needed it.”

“If you ever need someone to listen to you bitching about your partner, you can always come down to the forensics department. I don’t mean to brag, but we have the biggest tea collection in the precinct, and Nifa always brings some delicious pastry.”

“I’ll be sure to visit,” she promised heartily, smiling softly.

"Petra."

That voice sent shivers down her spine, destroying the warm atmosphere that surrounded her conversation with Moblit. Petra slowly turned around.

"Yes, detective?”

"Let's go, there is nothing else we can do here for now. We'll start cracking this case tomorrow."

Petra stared at him in shock. Levi looked just as he usually did - calm, collected. His mouth was pressed in a hard line and his eyes were a mixture of boredom and indifference. All signs of that broken, grieving man Petra had seen before were gone. It left her speechless.

"C'mon," he urged, turning around. "I'll give you a lift to your place."

"W-what! You don't have to, sir!"

Levi glanced back at her, his grey eyes boring into hers with the already familiar look of annoyance.

"You're right, I don't. But I want to, so shut it and let's go. And, for the love of God, don't you call me sir ever again. Just Levi is fine."

"Um, okay, Levi!" Petra beamed, feeling her heart skip a beat. So deep down, Levi was really a kind and caring man.

However, before she followed after him, Petra turned around one last time, her eyes sweeping over the apartment. With only a few policemen still present, it looked so peaceful. It gave her creeps. It made her feel like... Something was coming. Something terrible. Something that will ruin many lives. Maybe, including her own.

Petra shook her head, clutching her fists. Whatever was going to happen, she'll be ready. She won't let anything break or destroy her.

She won't become another reason for the sadness in Levi's eyes.

#i'm so not satisfied with this chapter!!!!!!!!!#but i'm more that /a little/ drunk #and i really wanted to post it!#so...... you have this...........#anyway whatever you don't like! feel free to yell at me #i'm accepting any criticism #with a smile :)#levihan fanfiction #levihan #levi x hange #levi x hanji #levi ackerman #petra ral

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hongism · 3 years

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Hyello, okay so. I don't have the emotional energy to take in and discuss everything in that chapter so imma just gush over the info cause I am a ✨whore✨ for world building.

So obviously MOC SPOILER

hi bestie HELLO guess WHO!!! finally ANSWering!!! altho im gonna answer separately and space everything out all Neatly bc im all over the place so strap IN we’re going on an moc RIDE!

THERE'S A WHOLE SIREN COMMUNITY?! AND YN AND IT MUST BE WOOYOUNG WERE FRIENDS? SIRENS HAVE A FULLY FLEDGE COMMUNITY WITH PRIESTS AND SCHOOLS AND MULTUOLE CITIES TO SOME EXTEND??? MAYBE EVEN AN ENTIRE PLANET WITH SIRENS MAYBE THEIR ORIGIN PLANET? HOW MANY TYPES OF SIRENS ARE THERE AND IN THE COMMUNITY HOW DTRICT ARE THE DIFFERENT ROLES?!?! ALSO DOES THE SIREN COMMUNITY ALLOW FOR DIFFERENT TYPES OF SIRENS TO BE TOGETHER? OBVIOUSLY THEY SHOULD BUT ARE THE CHILDREN THEN HYBRID TYPES, LIKE WHEN WE GET BLUED DARK SKIND BABIES OR CAN A SKREN ONLY BE ONE TYPE. WHAT POWERS DO SIRENS HAVE AND DOES THE POWERS REFLECT THEIR PERSONALITY AND DO THE DIFFERENT TYOES LEAN TOWARDS CERTAIN JOBS. LIKE WE JUST LESRNED THE OCEAN GOTTA BE PRIESTS BUT MOON ISNT STRICT WHAT ABOUT FIRE. AND IS YN INSTIC TO PULL OUT A HEART CAUDE HER PERSONALITT, TRSUMA OR IS IT RELATED TO THE MOON. ALSO CAUSE ITS A RED MOON WHICH IS COMMONLY A BLOOD MOON, IS YN THEN A SPECIAL MOON SIREN AND THATS WHY HER POWERS ARE STEONGER OR HER INSTICTS TO USE THEM ARE STORNGER BUT THEN THE MILITARY FUCKED HER UP. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

now this is the thing im biting my tongue on SO HARD bc it’s my favorite aspect of the world building and the universe and everything involved in it bUTIHDFKJG THERS SO MUCH I WANNA SAYYYYYYYYYY in short that one dream sequence holds more hints and information than ANYTHING from previous chapters, i think that it’s probably the MOST IMPORTANT dream to date. while we’ve seen some crazy ones in the past, this one is both the biggest hint and the biggest window into y/n’s past by FARRRR. even tho that whole scene was dialogue i think there’s so much to pick up on from it and so much to see and learn from it and it’s one of my faves bc there’s so much to unpack from it !!

Like yes the story and the development is freaking ✨yes✨ I love it. Genuinely think moc should be released as books. But I just cannot deal with the emotions rn.

But also now all I'm going to be thinking about how many sirens are actually out there. And if yn knew her parents and wasn't just an orphan the military found in the streets... How the fuck did she end up in the military grasps. What happened to her parents what happened to the community, is it still out there? Guess I gotta go back and reread the galaxies and the backstories, obviously I must have missed or have forgotten something. Ugh how the puzzle pieces are puzzling (or something). Moc is a drug and I'm not going sober anytime soon

(obviously you don't have to respond to my questions, this is more just an insight into the spiralling of theories going on in my mind)

releasing moc as books? a dream and a half, i can say that much slkjdlgkjlkf but back to the sirens... how many are out there? we heard early on that hongjoong was looking for ‘the last five’ but then seonghwa debunked that and said that was a mistranslation over time that was passed down and such, but beyond that, we don’t really know much about sirens as a whole? there are some hints in the galaxies and planet descriptions but if that dream sequence is a puzzle, i would say we have a handful of pieces that can be put into place based on what we’ve learned so far!!!!

Okay I lied, I am ready to unpack a little of the ✨emotions✨

When hongjoong explained that hwa tried to stop San only for San to detain him and in a sense make him watch the scene unfold. And then realising hwa had to go through that again, only being even more helpless. I don't doubt hwa loves San, but to see the events happening again, with someone he clearly loves as much as he does yn even if he also loves joong, and to see the desperation and determination must have been just. Horrible. Just absolutely soul breaking horrible. I can imagine him vowing to himself after San that he would never let something like that happen again. That of any of the crew got out of control like that, that he would fight harder to stop them. That he would would do absolutely everything in his power to stop it. And then being helpless as he watched yn do it. Just pure heart wrenching pain. And it must have been beyond terrifying to see someone you love ready and determined to kill themselves partly from rage and partly from desperation. With the backstory, that scene becomes almost as cruel as the warehouse scene with San. The only redeeming quality is no one needing life saving surgery in a time crunch, otherwise they would be the same level of ✨never again✨

honestly i think the two crew members i torture the most are san and hwa bc i just keep putting them thru all this shit and hurting them so much but really this was the defining point of why seonghwa was so afraid. before we kinda just knew he was afraid of yn and hongjoong was mad about it. in this revelation we get to see the source of the trauma and how it was amplified by it being someone he loves as dearly as he loves yn. and for sure when first reading that scene of yn and jisung in the brig, it’s meant to evoke a sense of anger and rage like yn is so angry to a point where she would do this sort of thing, but my hope with that scene was also to show that desperation. that when looking back at it after having already seen the rage and the aftermath, that reading it again shows how desperate and hopeless she was in that moment. which is exactly the same emotion that was evoked back in that warehouse scene with san, except it was relayed differently because the warehouse was a more immediate sense of desperation. this brig scene was meant to emulate that but in a slow burn kinda way where the veil of realization is pulled off after the fact and not in the moment!!!

Just to make sure you don't misunderstand. Those asks were compliments. You are an absolutely incredible writer. And the fact that you aren’t afraid of hurting your characters *cough cough* SHOOTING SAN?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!!!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? *CLEARS THROAT AGRESSIVELY* just makes the story much better. No one gets plot armour, making it more realistic (?) and really draws in the writer and sorta imitates the fear and desperation the characters feel

PLS don’t worry, i live for every moment and i live for these open and raw and genuine conversations i didn’t take any as an insult i PROMISE!! i think part of the nature of this whole trope of space pirates and criminals is that hter is no guarantee of safety! i don’t wanna have to cut corners to make sure everyone stays unharmed and undamaged throughout the story when the nature of the world i’ve built thus far is a wildly dangerous one!!! i always say that i try to be as realistic as i can, all things considered, and i think that’s the biggest thing that adds to the ‘realism’ in my mind so im so happy to hear that you see it and appreciate it and enjoy it!!!

OHOHOHOHOHOH ALSO

YN GRIPPING SOMEONES HEART??? YOU WRITE THAT SO FUCKING WELL. LIKE ENIGUH DETAILS THAT WE KNOW WHATS GOING ON, BUT ALSO NOT SO MANY DETAILS SO IT GETS DETACHWD FROM THE STORY. LIKE THE LACK OF CLEAR SUPER MANY DETAILS REALLY MADE IT THAT *YOU ARE EXPERIENCING THIS, NOT JUST READING IT* LIKE IT MADE IT WAY MORE EMOTIONAL AND OERSONAL AND THE READER REALLY GOT IMMERSED IN THE MOST HORRIBLE WAY THAT KUST MADE IT ALL RHE MORE BETTER. ALSO JOONG AFRAID????? JOONG REALISING HE GOT A FULLY FLEDGED HEART RIPPER SIREN WHO CANT CONTROL HER BODY TO MOVE THROUGH A HARMLESS DOOR BUT CAN DEFINITELY KILL IN A HEARTBEAT (OR TWO 👀) ALSO THE CONTRAST OF REMOVING RHE BLOOD COLOURED WHITE OLASTIC AND HAVING A CLEAN HAND UNDERNWATH. THE SYMBOL OF IT ALSO BEKNG A TRASH CLEANERS SUIT. LIKE SHE WASN'T SUPPOSED TO ACTUALLY USE THE TRASH PROTECTION DUIT FOR ITS INTENDED PURPOSE. ALSO THE OART WHERE SHE SAYS SHES FINE EVEN TJO SHE ISNT. AT FIRST I READ IT AS HER TELLING HERSELF TO LIE BUT THEN I REALISED ITS HER ADMITTING SHE VERY MUCH ISNT. AND SAN NOT KNOWING???? AND KISSING HER HAND AND UGH AND SEONGHWA KNOWING. I BET HE'S LOWKEY GETTING MORE AND MORE AFRAID OF HER. LIKE YN IS READY TO KILL HERSELF AND ANYONE AROUND HER TO KEEP SAN SAFE. AND SHE INSTICTUALLY GOES FOR THE MODT AGRESSIVE METHOD POSSIBLE. IHHHHHHHHHHHHH I FUCKING LOVE YOU AND YOUR WONDERFUL WTITING AND YOUR TWISTED MIND THAT CAN CREATE ALL THESE FUCKING SCENES THAT GOT ME THUNKING AND FEELING ✨EMOTIONS✨

truly one of the HIGHLIGHTS of the chapter simply bc of how shocking and sudden it is!! for me, that was one of the easiest scenes to write in the chapter, oddly enough? it was something that when it came time to write it, i knew how i wanted it to be and was able to just sit down and write it out the way its written in the final draft of the chapter. i really love playing with those aspects of fiction and storytelling. tangible to a point, without spelling it out. i think it’s obvious that i really love delayed realization in writing, but i really like playing with how the brain processes information and for me personally, i don’t pick up on things right away! i can realize them in a snap or it can take me a bit to go ‘oh god that’s what happened’, and i like playing with that in y/n’s character a LOT.

and in that same vein of thought, there are some layers to that scene as well when compared to the door scene. in the door scene we saw hongjoong clearly tell y/n ‘you need to do this to save san’ yet she wasn’t able to do it despite trying and believing hongjoong. then in the heart scene we saw y/n clearly tell herself ‘you need to do this to save san’ and she did it then. so there’s a lot at play in that parallel alone too. and with that internal monologue she has of im fine vs not fine, then san kissing the hand that touched a literal real actual beating heart for me that was a sort of self indulgent scene and i was really worried about it coming across as too cheesy or something like that, but that is something that’s gonna impact y/n as a character and her relationship with san when they have the conversation of ‘oh hey i put my hand through a man’s chest for you’

i think part of why this chapter was so difficult to construct and write as a whole definitely is because of all the undertones and nuances throughout, and in a lot of ways it’s so so much to even think about that it’s almost too much packed into one chapter alone, but even if you don’t pick up on all the nuances throughout, i’m hoping to revisit them and bring them back around in that delayed realization style again bc that’s one of my favorite things to do ofc :3

#21y redeemed fool #mists of celeste #moc: spoilers #caly answers #sorry i wrote you a whole essay in response oh my god?!??#T_T

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youcanthurtme · 3 years

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Life Ambition

It's my newly desired passion. It's my drive to become the greatest. It's my goal to make a difference.

One of the good benefits of this, is despite the holidays spent alone, I'm so sure that whomever I date next, will be the one I spend the rest if my life with....and I'm ok with not having you in my life..it means not just this Christmas being alone...its the new years, the Valentine's day, the birthdays......july 4th......they suck to the extent, it's sometimes hard to even take part in them....but now...im aware I'll be spending the next few years enduring waking up alone and going to bed alone, with only seeing the same faces that have never changed.

I looked at the thought of when I do have a life with someone, even if I married at 35 and we lived till we were 90-95, dude that's still 65 years that I get to spend with someone....dude, that's literally 65 Christmases, 65 New Years, 65 Valentine's, 65 Anniversaries......

For me that's well over half my age. I know what I want to do, and It's been the worse past few years. However, I'll know going through what ive been through....what I'm enduring now....its all going to be worth it.....so if it just so happens to never speak to you again...thats fine with me, it sucks you won't be there...but I think about 35, I think of how that's ten years from now. I can't help but think about that's 10 years into a possible professional soccer player.....i feel so passionate about it, and it's the only thing that's helped me find my self. I see and can feel just how much better I get everytime I hit the field. I was told I was always meant to do great things, and I never could really think of anything that captured me. The military, yea sure, but that wad the easy way out. I had to experience life first. It's what I've been enduring that makes me more and more ambitious to make sure I soar above and beyond. At least the career can provide me what I need to get my wife, gf, fiance, whoever at the time, I can afford not only the date nights, but I can actually possibly buy her a decent sized engagement ring. I'm not in a hurry to be tied to someone, because once you're committed, it's not all about me anymore. I won't be just thinking for myself. I'm thinking of my future wife's feelings and what she wants. Then even way later down the road, we'll have kids, and I'll have to think of them too.

The point is, this time period of our lives is meant for us to have that one on one time. The time frame where you should take a step back and think about what you really want to do in life. If the life you live is leading you on that dream. It's more than getting married and just spending rhe rest of your life with someone. If anything, if it's possible, I hope you cross my path in ten years, because I might be crazy.....I still only see myself being with you...if that's how long it's going to be then so be it...i have five under my belt and the years will come and go faster than i think, and I'll be to busy trying to accomplish my dream...

I never thought I could be a professional athlete...i can't help but feel so determined, and this felt like a legitimate thing....i mean trying to join the military, I couldn't see myself going to boot camp, and i get that it hurt when I was denied. It felt like I was stuck...but I've learned everything I possibly needed to learn.....maybe I'm an idiot, but I've always been too selfless. I've had a rough time growing up. I miss it, but its not something id live through again. I'm ok with whatever you choose to do. That's literally not going to bring me down or make me sad when i see you're the only like on the post that I'm not allowed to see. It's good that you keep yourself from me, because my dreams are si much bigger than anything I've ever dreamed... it's a long way to go, and I'm siked to make sure i get there. This feels right more than anything

You realized as much as I blamed you for everything, you did break my heart, you really really hurt me. I know I hurt you just as well. I was in a dark place......i still have my days...it sucks you're not here.....i do hate every holiday that I haven't or won't get to spend with you, and that's every Valentine's day that you're not mine....that's every new years eve ball dropping bringing in the new year kiss that we won't get to have.....its not going to be you that gets to say I do to me on my wedding day......

I'd like to hope so......

But I remember my current mission...

I have to start somewhere, tryouts are fixing to start, and I'm fucking ready. I feel more confident this year. It feels good to know that it's not much but my family being the only ones being here for me. Jeremy taking me to and from the tryouts in Peachtree City. I mean it's nice to be more determine when you think of everything they have done for you and how they helped me more than I thought.....i just try harder so they didn't do all those things for nothing. You did help me get where I am now.

Something I realized today, you saved me well before I saved myself. Do you realize you gave me a life to take take care of? Tripp. If I didn't have him, I know I would've been so much worse.....i think of how he held the perfect balance with becoming lost but not gone astray....so thank you....the fact I had to think of not only my life but to feel tripps life in my hands...it kept me from really really losing myself and or going to jail. I just know how much worse it could have been... Thank you for Tripp....btw he's still an asshole. It really did fuck me up everytime we had to walk away.....i hate it now....but I'm going to do me and set out to accomplish my dream.....

I'll get through the next few holidays.

And I'll get to where I'm going

Im excited to be able to let you go

It's about time

Its time for putting my self first

And make something out of my life

I got this...

If I didn't go through what i did, I would still be lost.... I'm ok without you......but it still and it will always be a scar that hurts. It just really makes me more ambitious. I love what the pain has done for me.....much as it sucked......we didnt much time spent....but yet you saved me more than you know. I know the only thing we can agree on now is the fact of wished things didn't turn out the way they did.....i guess that's enough for me..... enough to not be angry and to not want to bother you. Take care. Have a merry Christmas @radbakon

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What are rhe reaction of the RO's if the MC was framed for murder and put in jail? What would they do to get the MC out?

Interesting ask, let’s see!

E: They’re initially taken aback, “M-Murder?! Anon would never...! There must be some mistake!” They go to the holding area you’re in to protest your treatment and attest to your innocence. They even bring along the rest of the dorm.

R: They stroll through the cell block to your holding cell, standing outside the bars with a mock frown, “I never would have thought you’d stoop so low. I’m extremely disappointed by your actions.” They open the door nonchalantly, their frown being replaced by a smile, “Now let’s hurry up and find the actual culprit, before they realize you’re missing.”

L: They undergo a personal investigation to find the true culprit and prove your innocence, all the while paying you visits to reassure you. “I understand the murder is beyond your capacity for several reasons, including methodology and time. Despite being able to provide an alibi, without any other evidence, my word won’t account for much. But I can feel it. I’ll discover the truth.”

V: You sit quietly in your room when suddenly the wall lining the outside perimeter blasts open violently with a thunderous roar. Thankfully none of the debris hits you, but the screeching siren that sounds above you is now a constant presence. As the smoke clears, you first notice the sleek silver hair, in stark contrast to the figure’s face, which has been dirtied by a mixture of dirt and gunpowder residue. They look at you with the same remote blankness that you last remembered them for, despite the hectic environment. “Commander, we’re leaving.”

P: You hear the sounds of a scuffle from down the hall, out of eyesight from beyond the cell’s viewpoint. A few seconds later a familiar harsh voice calls out, “Hey, get your fuckin’ hands off me!” The scuffle turns violent, and within the sounds of impacts and groans you think you hear slight cracks and metal screeching. When it ends, P strides into view with a glare, doing a double take when they look into your cell. “Fuck, finally, there you are. I *was* gunna come here to give you a piece of my mind, but plans change. I got the keys. Let’s go before you get us into any more trouble, dumbass.”

M: Eventually the trial was finalized and the true culprit was caught, with much in part due to your friend’s actions. As you enter your dorm, you see M sleeping soundly in a chair next to your bed. They rouse to the sound of you entering, and their eyes widen when they see you while their mouth goes into a lazed yet bright smile, “You’re back...Welcome home...I...couldn’t do anything...” They gain a pained expression for a brief second, “I was...useless...during the investigation...and I couldn’t...get in to visit...” Their smile returns to it’s contented formation once more, “...But I’m glad...everything worked out...”

Ra: A darkened figure appears next to you in your periphery, causing your head to snap to the side. You come face to face with the familiar cheshire smiling face of Raven, who hovers dangerously close to you. Their voice is soft, yet somehow full of spite. “It’s unfair, isn’t it...? You didn’t do anything wrong, but you’re here, and the one truly responsible isn’t. Do you feel cheated? Used? You should...This system isn’t trustworthy. Isn’t just.” They extend a hand towards you, their smile widening sharply, “Wouldn’t you like to bring true justice to the one truly responsible?”

S: They get tossed in the cell with you quite roughly. As they massage their rear end, they chuckle slightly. “Guess they don’t really do background checks here, eh? Well, makes my job easier.” They flick out a sharpened pin and metal pick, “Ya ever jailbroken before? Promise it ain’t as hard as it seems. Just follow my cue and try not to make any loud noises, yeah?”

F: You sit in your cell silently for the umpteenth day. You feel like it’s been at least a month, but no one will tell you. The only thing you’ve learned is the occurrence of your execution, set for the murder of a figure you don’t even recognize. You hear the door open, and your expectation rears its head that today is the day. Surprisingly though, you find F standing at the doorway, giving you an interesting smile you place between happiness and condescension. “So, this is the face of one awaiting death, is it? I was curious to see it for myself. Of course, your execution is not today, nor is it any other day. Your innocence was proven quite deliberately. You should understand who you have to thank for that, yes? I will be expecting this life-debt to be paid in full. Now come, we’ve work to do.”

Thank ya for the ask! :)

#triaina academy #romance option #snippet

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charleys-stuff · 3 years

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Dirk Gently Christmas One-Shot

This fanfic is for a secret Santa project.

Prompt December in Blackwing us hard for a few reasons, but rhe main one is loneliness. It's the only time out of the year subjects can visit each other. Young Svlad Cjelli for example spends the entire day with Mona on Christmas Eve, meanwhile Martin is pulled out of his cell in an attempt to let him cleebrate the last day of Hannukah with his older brother, Osmund.

I’m not really familiar with Hanukkah but I’ve tried my best. I hope the characters aren’t too OOC. Have fun with reading this fic.

Blackwing is a quiet place most time of the year. People only talk when it's needed. The subjects can't interact with each other and the staff only talks to them when necessary.

But when it's christmas it's not only quiet. There is a silence weighting down on everyone. Most of the staff is at home spending time with their family. The loneliness that's always present can't be ignored.

Svlad Cjelli loved and hated christmas. It was the one time in the year when he could talk to another subject. Someone other than the people that seemed to like it so much to bring him pain. Every day he only saw their faces. But on christmas- On christmas he could talk to project Lamia or Mona, as she called herself. He couldn't wait to spend time with her again. Other people might see her as strange. But they thought the same about Svlad and she could understand him like no one else could. With her he felt like he belonged somewhere. Like someone cared about him. Svlad loved Christmas cause it was the one time of the year where he could talk to Mona.

But afterwards the pain of the loneliness was even stronger. He couldn't ignore the screaming silence of his room. He couldn't quiet ignore the detached looks that the staff of Blackwing gave him. Like he was just some experiment and not a human being. Mona treated him different and that made him yearn for her. It made him yearn for more people like her.

But the reality was right in front of him in the form of grey walls. Svlad stared at the wall of his room waiting for the minutes to tick by. It was the morning of the 25th december. In only a few minutes someone would get him and bring him to Mona and they could spent christmas together. He couldn't get out of his room most of the time let alone the facility but Svlad was still determined to get a christmas present for her. He persuaded Colonel Riggins for weeks until he finally gave in. And now Svlad sat there on his bed with a piece of paper neatly folded in his hand.

He heard someone start to unlock the door. It was probably Mr. Priest. Each year he brought him to Mona before spending time with one of project Incubus.

He didn't know why Mr. Priest would spend his time with one of the subjects. He believed that the man hated them and enjoyed seeing them locked up in their rooms. Most of the staff didn't care about the subjects. They didn't feel hate or love regarding them. Svlad saw it in their eyes when he met them in the hallway or when he had to make tests. Their eyes were blank. For them they all were just a subject – an experiment. They didn't see them as human, they all were just a problem that needed to be solved. And there was no reason for the people here to express emotions for an experiment. There were few people that actually showed emotions for the subjects.

One of them was Colonel Riggins. He was how Svlad would imagine a father to be. He always made sure to listen to Svlad. When Svlad came to him to complain about the tests that hurt him, Riggins promised to think about his words. Svlad knew that Riggins was the one responsible for the tests. That Riggins was the one that locked him up in here. But he was also one of the only ones who seemed to care about Svlad. Even if it was just to get him to cooperate, Svlad couldn't help but listen to him. Everything in this place was a manifestation of loneliness and Svlad craved for some form of warmth. And he got it from Riggins when he told him how proud he was after a successful test. Logically Svlad knew that Riggins manipulated him. He had read enough of the books that he's got over the past few years to understand this. But he needed some reminder that there were friendly people out there. That his world didn't just consist of walls full of loneliness and blank eyes that tried to analyse him.

The door opened and revealed Osmund Priest. He was one of the other people showing emotions regarding the subjects. But where Riggins manipulated them with sweet words and promises, Priest showed his dislike openly. For him they were just subjects that had to be kept in line. And every time they stepped out of the line he showed them his displeasure. Through him Svlad learned early on that words could hurt as well.

Svlad stood up and followed Priest in the hallway. Priest is the only one bringing him to Mona. They knew that Svlad wouldn't try to run away. He had tried it a few years ago. Curious to see the world outside these walls. He had read so much in books about it and wanted to see it with his own eyes. But he hadn't even made it to the end of the hallway before they got him. Riggins was furious. It was one of the only times when his careful mask slipped and showed the man beneath it. Just thinking about it send shivers down Svald's spine. He still had a small scar from the consequences that his little stunt had. Since then he never tried something like that again and everyone inside here knew that he wouldn't try something like this again.

But Svlad couldn't help but wonder about the world outside there. Sure he had seen it through windows but he wanted to know what it's like out there. He wanted to feel the sun on his skin. He wanted to run through the snow. He wanted to try all these different foods. He wanted to eat pizza and ice cream. He wanted to find friends. Sure inside here he had Mona but he craved for more friends like her. He wanted someone to laugh with. Someone who helped him when the loneliness and darkness got too much. He wanted to be surrounded by all this life that is described in all his books. Svlad longed for the day to come for him to go out into the world. Riggins told him that he could leave when they finished all their tests. But that was years ago, after he tried to run away, and Svlad started to grow impatient. They wouldn't tell him how long their tests would take and he wanted to see the world. Most days he woke up and was tempted to try to run away again and escape these walls full of loneliness.

Priest stopped in front of Mona's door. With a sign to the guards next to the door, Priest began to unlock her door. Svlad could feel himself starting to get giddy. He was so excited to spent this Christmas with his friend. He couldn't wait to talk with her about the latest book he read and to give her the present he made. Priest opened the door and there was Mona already waiting in her human form.

“Hi, Svlad!”

Mona ran up to Svlad and threw her arms around him. Svlad hugged her back and hold on tight. He forgot how much he missed this kind of physical contact. It's been a year since he saw a friendly face and now that he held Mona in his arms he couldn't help but feel the loneliness even more. He knew that this hug wouldn't last forever and the day that they would spend together would end far to soon as well. Soon he'd be back in his room and the only thing surrounding him would be cold walls and blank eyes. Mona's arms tightened around him. It seemed like she didn't want to let the hug end as well. With her in his arms Svlad realized that he last been hugged by someone had been a year ago. This someone had been Mona when they spent last Christmas together. She was the only one that ever gave him hugs and each hug from her seemed to fill him with warmth. He could feel hope and happiness seep back into his body. He remembered that he wasn't alone. Mona was here and she would always be there for him. They made plans for when they leave Blackwing. They would stay together and experience the world outside these walls together as well.

Someone behind them cleared their throat. Slowly Mona and Svlad broke contact. It was then that Svlad realized that his eyes were wet. He blinked hastily and turned around. Priest was waiting for them to follow him. When he looked at Mona and Svlad there was something in his eyes. If Svlad didn't know better he would have thought that they were filled with sadness. But as quick as the look came it was gone and Priest seemed like his normal cold self.

Svlad took Mona's hand and they started to follow Priest. The guards started to follow them as well. They may trusted Svlad to not try to run but Mona was like wild card. She tended to act upon emotions and that lead to some unexpected turns of events more often than not.

They didn't speak on the whole way to the common room of the staff which was empty over the Christmas days. This was were they spent every Christmas. It wasn't much but the room was always a little bit decorated. There were always some fairy lights and a small Christmas tree. And someone made sure that there were always enough cookies.

They walked side by side through the sombre hallways. Everything around them screamed loneliness. It seemed as if the walls were closing in. The darkness came closer and closer. But Mona beside him was like a beacon of light that kept the darkness away. No matter how dark the way before them was, Mona's light shone bright enough to show him the way. The feeling of her hand in his gave him strength. He knew that with her by his side he could make it. They would get out of here some day and until then he had her to guide him through the darkness. It might take years but they would get out of here – together.

Priest held the door open for them and they stepped into the room. The door behind them was closed and locked. There was a surveillance camera in the corner of the room so the guards could wait outside the door and didn't have to watch them in here as well.

The room looked magnificent. There was a small Christmas tree in the corner. It had some fairy lights as well as some baubles. There were Poinsettias on every table and fairy lights above the windows. The windows that showed the outside world.

Svlad walked closer to the window, Moan's hand still in his. His breath caught in his chest as he gazed outside. It looked like one of the pictures from a book of his. The field outside was hidden under a thick blanket of snow and it seemed like someone put icing on the trees. With the sun reflecting from the frozen surface it seemed as if the river was made out of thousand crystals.

“Look over there!”

His eyes followed Mona's outstretched hand until his gaze fell upon two bunnies chasing each other through the snow. A bright smile formed on his face.

He clutched Mona's hand harder: “Soon we'll be out there playing in the snow. I'll open my detective agency and we can get our own Christmas tree.”

“I know, we can do anything as long as we're together”, Mona turned around with a small smile on her face.

And Svlad remembered that he was so lucky to be her friend but at the same time the doubt began to settle. What if she didn't want to be friends with him when they got out of here? Here at Blackwing she didn't really have anyone else to befriend with except Svlad. But out there? There were thousands of people better suited to be her friend. He felt tears starting to well in his eyes.

As if sensing his doubt, Mona grabbed his other hand as well and looked him in the eyes:

“As long as we're together – I promise:”

With one hand she brushed away his tears. Her eyes held nothing but sincerity. A chocked sob escaped Dirk.

“As long as we're together”, he promised as well, a shaky smile on his lips.

Mona kissed him on his cheek before turning to the tables.

“They even got us hot chocolate this year”, Mona exclaimed.

She let go of Svlad's hand and ran to the tables. Infected by her excitement, Svlad felt his smile widen and followed her to the table. There was a pot full with hot chocolate and next to it-

“Marshmallows and whipped cream!”

Hastily they sat down and took one of the mugs with the Blackwing logo on it. Svlad gently took Mona's cup from her hands and started filling it with the chocolate. Then he put some in his own. They both put a heap of whipped cream on top. After the first sip Mona started to giggle. Svlad looked confused at her.

“What's wrong?”, he asked, “Is there something on my face?”

It seemed like Mona couldn't stop to giggle while she pointed at his face:

“There, you have whipped cream on your lip.”

Svlad wiped his mouth with his sleeves but judging from Mona's laughter he didn't manage to clean his face. Still smiling, Mona took a huge sip from her cup. When she put the cup down, she had whipped cream all over her face as well. Svlad couldn't help but snort at the sight. It seemed as if she had a whipped cream moustache.

“Now we both have a matching beard”, she giggled.

Svlad took a marshmallow and stuffed it in his mouth. He felt joy spread through him as he saw Mona's wide grin. Chewing on the candy, he got an idea.

“I bet that I can fit more Marshmallows in my mouth than you!”

“No way”, Mona exclaimed and started reaching for the Marshmallows.

Osmund Priest wasn't usually a man who enjoyed spending time with his family. If this were the case he wouldn't have put his brother in this facility. If this were the case he wouldn't work for the people who have imprisoned his brother. Osmund Priest wasn't usually a man who cared about family but it was Hannukah. And at this time of the year he couldn't help but feel the holiday spirit as well. At this time of the year he started to soften. He felt it when he watched the subject Icarus and Lamia – or Svlad and Mona as they called each other – hug. They held each other like they feared that someone would come and rip them apart. They have been here longer than any of the other subjects. They have been here before Osmund started working for Riggins. Everything they've ever known is Blackwing. All their life they have been surrounded by this loneliness that seemed to try and claw its way in every heart. Osmund himself felt it. And the loneliness tugged at him even stronger when he saw them hug. They were the air that they needed to breath to survive the year. Without their Christmases they probably would have suffocated already. Chocked to death by the loneliness. Seeing how they needed each other to survive, Osmund felt a pang of sadness. He was one of the people responsible for these kid's suffering. Sure they were both nearly 18 but they were still kids in his eyes. Kids who grew up in a cold uncaring world.

Osmund shook his head. Normally he didn't have these kind of thoughts. But now, on his way to Martin, he couldn't help but have these thoughts. It seemed like the loneliness was wearing down his resolve as well. The darkness, that was the constant companion of everyone working at this facility, seemed to come closer. Everything behind him was engulfed by it and with every step it closed in. Osmund fastened his step but the darkness crept closer as well. The way before him, which was so clear only seconds ago, was barely visible through the darkness. Osmund nearly ran through the gloomy corridors, his pride the only thing stopping him from doing so. The others shouldn't see him losing it because he felt lonely.

When he came to a halt before the door of subject Incubus, his breath cam out in harsh pants. He could barely make out the door through the darkness. He could feel the loneliness clawing her way into his heart and mind, making it nearly impossible for him to take a breath. He indicated the guards next to the door to open it.

As soon as the last lock was undone and the door opened, he could feel his breathing starting to ease out. His gaze fell upon Martin sitting there with the others. Their newest addition was half hidden behind Martin's form when he stood up. Incubus No. 4, as he called him, looked at him from behind Martin. The other two subjects stood at Martin's side. All three of them were rigid with tension. When Martin saw who stood before him, his posture relaxed a fraction. He send a grimace that probably should have been a smile in Osmund's direction and turned around to Incubus No. 4.

Osmund felt the tension bleed out of his body. The darkness crept back into the corner of his eyes where he could ignore it again. He ignored the mistrustful glances that Incubus No. 2 and 3 threw him and waited patiently for Martin to finish speaking to Incubus No. 4. Martin gave Incubus No. 4's shoulder a quick squeeze and turned around. He held out his arms for Osmund to cuff them. At this incubus No. 2 and 3 started to make a step forward, ready to defend their leader, but one glance from Martin had them stop.

“I'll be back later”, Martin told them, “Cross, you're responsible for Vogel while I'm gone.”

Incubus No. 2 nodded and Martin turned around to him again sending a meaningful look to his wrist to indicate that he was ready. On every other day Osmund would have cuffed him. The danger going out from him to great to let him run around without some kind of restriction. But right now Osmund didn't see Incubus No. 1, he saw Martin – his little brother. He saw the boy that looked at him with tearful eyes whilst men from Blackwing started to cuff him. He heard him scream. Scream for his big brother to help him who just stood by and watched with a blank face while his brother was manhandled into the back of the van. Suddenly it wasn't Martin standing before him but project Icarus and Lamia. Both staring at him with tearful eyes after they broke from their hug. Osmund blinked hard to get the moisture from his eyes and looked Martin in the eyes. Martin, who still waited to be cuffed.

“That won't be necessary. I trust you to not do anything”

He felt a pang of hurt at Martin's surprised, unbelieving gaze. How did they come to this point? When did his brother start to think of him as some kind of monster? In the back of his mind he remembered playing catch with his little brother. He read him stories when their parents didn't have time to do it. He still remembered how Martin looked up to him with wonder and trust in his eyes. Now these eyes only held bitterness and hate when they looked at him.

Slowly Martin stepped forward, waiting for his brother to change his mind. The tension was back in the body of every member of project Incubus. At the door Martin stopped one last time and turned around to the group. He smiled reassuring and his eyes seemed to relay a whole conversation.

Osmund couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy when he saw the love and trust in Martin's eyes. And when he looked to the others he could see the same emotion in each one of them even in their newest addition. It had been over ten years since Martin last looked at him like this.

The darkness around him began to close in again but Osmund pushed it forcefully back. Even if they weren't the same people as they were ten years ago, this didn't mean that Martin didn't still care about him. Most of the time he himself forgot that he cared so much about his little brother and it was probably the same way for Martin. Cause after all he was still his brother and that must mean at least something for him.

Martin left the room with him and the guards locked it again. They started to walk and one guard started to follow but Osmund held up a hand to stop him.

“As I said before: This won't be necessary”, he told the man before him.

The surprise was back in Martin's eyes.

The guard started to protest: “But we have the strict order-”

“And I give you the order to stay here”, Osmund interrupted, “As long as his family is in this room, he won't try anything.”

The word family left a bitter taste on his tongue. He should be the one that Martin considered family, not these people in the room. But deep down he knew that Martin and he haven't been a family for a long time.

The guard seemed to want to protest again but Osmund shot him one look and the guard's resolve crumbled. Without another word the guard took up his position next to the door again.

Satisfied Osmund started to walk again.

“So that's why you let me walk around without cuffs? Cause you have leverage?”

Martin's word hit Osmund hard. He didn't know why he hadn't cuffed Martin but it wasn't like this.

“Of course not Martin, you're my brother-”

“Brother?!”

The venom in Martin's voice send shivers down Osmund's spine. The past years the had spent Hannukah together as well but this was the one topic that they never dared to talk about. It was the one day in the year where they pretended to be a family. They pretended that nothing had happened between them. Osmund had seen some changes in Martin's behaviour since Incubus No. 4 – Vogel, Osmund berated himself – has come to Blackwing. Martin started to become more outspoken. All of project Incubus it seemed. Before they had just accepted their life at Blackwing but it seemed like they wanted to protect Vogel from all of their experiences. When he looked at Martin he saw a look that many parents had in their eyes when he took their children away.

When he saw this look, he knew that Martin had found a new family. He didn't need Osmund any more. He didn't have to wait for his big brother to read him a book or play catch with him. He didn't have to wait for a big brother who would never come home. Martin has found brothers in Incubus No. 2, 3 and 4. He was now a big brother himself. He had to grow up and let go of the fantasy to be there for his little brothers.

As Osmund realized this the darkness once again started to creep closer. The loneliness clawed at his heart so hard that it started to hurt. Even if Martin moved on, Osmund wasn't ready to do this. His younger brother might not need him any more but Osmund needed him. He needed to know that even in the darkest hour he could still find his way home. He needed the light in the darkness to find his way. His brother might resent him but he was still his brother. He still knew the Martin who would laugh at the antics of his brother. With eyes so bright and full with curiosity. Eyes that wanted to see the whole world and more. Knowing that he stole this light from them made Osmund's heart ache. But when Martin looked at his new family the light was back. And as much as it hurt Osmund that this light wasn't directed at him, he was happy that this light was still there. He hadn't destroyed it after all.

He sighed as he looked at the hatred filling Martin's eyes.

“I know that you are angry, Martin”, he started not able to meet Martin's eyes for longer than a few seconds, “but please let us spend Hanukkah together. We can talk about this another time but right now I just want to spend this day with my little brother.”

Something in Martin's face softened at Osmund's words.

“Okay”

Osmund looked up and saw a small smile on Martin's lips. He smiled back. It wasn't perfect between them. It probably wouldn't ever be but right now they were just two brothers spending Hanukkah together.

The ever-present darkness seemed to vanish and if it was just for a few hours.

They stopped before Osmund's quarters. Most people working here went home after work but Osmund practically lived here. He spent days and nights here sleeping on a bench in one of the common rooms until Riggins came to him one day and showed him these rooms that they made for him. Riggins told him that he couldn't have his best employee sleeping in the common room but he saw the man's concern for him shine through. Riggins knew that he wouldn't be able to force him to go home. Osmund would remain at Martin's side even if Martin didn't knew that. So he did the next best thing and made sure that Osmund was at least comfortable while spending his days and nights near his brother.

Martin has never questioned why his brother spend all his time at work. He probably thought that it just had to do with Osmund being the best in his work field and therefore always having to be prepared to work.

Osmund opened the door and let Martin walk into his small living room. There weren't many personal items in here. There were small trinkets on the shelf that Osmund collected on his journeys to gather the subjects. Next to it were different books mostly on psychology and also a few Sherlock Holmes books that project Icarus recommended to him after last Christmas.

Apparently he and project Lamia read them when Riggins gave them to the two of them and they lead to Icarus wanting to become a detective himself. After he came to this conclusion, Icarus started to recommend these books to everyone who would listen. When he saw Icarus full of wonder and excitement he was reminded of a younger Martin and couldn't resist but read them. Now they were one of his few belongings and he found himself enjoying to read them after a hard day of work. Something that no one at Blackwing knew about.

Other than the shelf there was only a couch and a small table in his living room. The table was occupied with a Hanukkah menorah right now.

Martin let himself sink on the couch. He looked around the room and his eyes stopped at the Sherlock Holmes books.

“Since when do you read these kind of books, Os?”

“I told you not to call me that”, Osmund opened a window, “And someone recommended them to me.”

A cool breeze swept into the room and Osmund took a deep breath. Then he turned around to Martin.

“It's still some time until sundown so I thought that we could start preparing the food for the evening.”

Martin nodded, a ghost of a smile on his face. They both went into the small kitchen. Osmund handed Martin a peeler and they started preparing the potatoes for the Latkes. The kitchen was filled with silence as none of them knew what to talk about. Martin had a far away look on his face as if he wasn't really there.

“So, the newest addition to project Incubus is called Vogel?”

Osmund's voice cut through the silence and Martin was pulled from his thoughts. A genuine smile spread on his face and he had a wistful look in his eyes. The pain was there again. Knowing that Martin would never look like this when talking about him but it was overshadowed by the hapiness of seeing his little brother so full of warmth.

“Yes”, Martin started, “He is a small one...”

Mona and Svlad lay on the ground from a fit laughter. They both had their mouths full with Marshmallows. Svlad was trying to tell her a story but you couldn't understand him with his stuffed mouth and it only lead to Mona laughing harder. Finally he managed to swallow the rest of the candy. Both of them looked up to the ceiling seemingly glowing with happiness and trying to cath their breath

“What will you call your agency?”

Svlad turned his head to look at Mona. It seemed as if every fibre of her was filled with light and warmth. Her gaze was still fixed on the ceiling. Svlad hadn't really thought about a name yet. In his mind all of this seemed so far away. First they had to leave Blackwing and then he would start to think about stuff like this.

“Hm, I don't know”, Svlad turned around fully to look at her, “but I know that you will be my Watson!”

Mona turned to him as well a smile on her lips.

“That would make you Sherlock”, she replied.

Svlad saw the slightly unbelieving look in her eyes.

“I would make a perfect Sherlock”, he exclaimed.

He heard a giggle from next to him: “Sure but you first need to solve a case.”

He sat up, pretending to look angry.

“Just wait until we get out of here! I will solve every case that I get”, Svlad promised.

“I'm sure you will”

The genuineness in her voice caused Svlad to look at her. He never met someone who believed in him like Mona did. He gave her a bright smile.

Then he stood up and held out her hand for her: “Come on, it's time to open presents”

She took his hand and he helped her to her feet. Suddenly he felt nervous. His present wasn't that big and he didn't know if she would like it especially after their gifts last year.

Last year they gifted each other their names. It was a decision that they made over cookies and hot chocolate. Both of them were at Blackwong as long as they could remember. And the only “names” that they've been given here were the names of the project they were. No one had took their tame to give them real names, so they decided to give each other a name. Mona had given him the name Svlad Cjelli and he loved it the second he heard it. He spent a lot of time thinking about a name fitting for her. At the time he had read a book about famous art – a gift from Riggins for his birthday – and there was a part about the Mona Lisa. When he read about how she seemed antithetic and variable as well as mysterious, he couldn't help but think about Mona. He asked Riggins what the name Mona meant and when he told him that it stood for hope, Svlad knew that this was the name. Mona was as variable and unpredictable as the Mona Lisa could be but more importantly she was a beacon of hope.

When they gave each other their names, they had cried. The names were a proof that they were more than an experiment. They were humans just like the people working at Blackwing. Just because they were the ones who had to take the tests didn't mean that they were worth anything less. These names were a promise. A promise that they would get out of here. They would start a new life far away from here.

This year though, he didn't have something as special as a name for Mona. He just had this piece of paper. He may have out his heart in it but it wasn't the same. It wouldn't be as important as a name. Maybe Mona wouldn't like it but he had to risk it. If he could he would give her the world. He would give her the key to escape this place but he couldn't. So all he had was a piece of paper to give to her.

As if sensing his inner conflict Mona took his hand and smiled at him.

“What if we open Riggins present for us first?”

The thought of having a bit more time before disappointing her with his present eased his mind and made him panic further at the same time. He found himself nodding and she gently guided him to the Christmas tree. Beneath it lay two neatly wrapped gifts.

“I bet it's another book”, Mona sat down before the tree and tugged Svlad down as well, “What do you think, Svlad?”

He just nodded absently his mind far away thinking about his present for her. When she looked at him, the smile slipped from her face. She took his face in her hands and forced him to look at her.

“You, Svlad Cjelli, are overthinking again”, she told him, “No matter, what you got for me for Christmas, I know that it's beautiful and that I will love it, okay?”

Svlad broke eye contact with her. He couldn't bare to look into her sincere eyes. Rationally he knew that he couldn't give her anything else for Christmas. It's not like there were any shops where he could buy here something. And rationally he knew that Mona wouldn't hate him because he didn't have some big present. But she was his only friend and he was afraid to loose her. He couldn't deal with the thought of losing the only light in his life.

A hand gently raised his chin and he saw her looking him in the eyes. Her eyes shone with unshed tears. He didn't mean to make her cry.

“I'm scared too”, her voice was barely louder than a wisper, “I don't want to loose you, okay? You're all that I have and I will never leave you. As long as we're together.”

The promise hung in the air between them. He slowly raised his hand and wiped away the tears running down her face. It was at this moment that he understood that she was just as lost and scared as he was. She always acted so carefree but deep down she was just a kid. Just like him. He felt the first tear making its way down his cheeks.

“As long as we're together”, he whispered before pulling her in for a hug.

She clutched him like he was her life line and he hugged her back just as hard. She was his light but now he understood that he was her light as well. And now in this hug they both shielded the other from the cold uncaring world out there. It was at this moment that he promised himself that he would never leave her alone. If he left Blackwing he would take Mona with him or he would not leave at all. He felt his shirt grow wet where she had her face pressed against him but he didn't care. He just wanted to take the pain away from her, even if it was just for a few moments. He didn't want the darkness to swallow her.

“I don't care what your present is, it's gonna be perfect cause it's from you. And that's the biggest gift that you could make me. You being here – being my friend. That's the best gift I ever got. No matter what you got me, I will never be disappointed by it.”

Slowly she pulled away from him, her eyes were red-rimmed but she smiled at him. He smiled back at her and knew that the loneliness and darkness would never win as long as they had each other.

He pulled the piece of paper out of his pocket. He didn't feel the anxiety any more that just moments before had ruled his mind. She took the paper from his hands and started to unfold it. A small gasp escaped her when she looked at it.

“Svlad, it's beautiful”, she threw her arms around him again, the paper still in her hand.

Her eyes were filled with joy and he could feel her happiness seep into him as well.

“I'm happy that you like it”

He had spend hours drawing the picture for her, wanting it to be perfect. It was the both of them outside of Blackwing. They were in front of a house, which had a sign on it that said Holistic Detective Agency. Both of them were smiling, holding ice cream. Next to them was a dog. He remembered last Christmas when Mona had turned into a dog and the played for hours. After that they decided that they would get one when they left Blackwing – or a cat, they still were unsure about that. Next to them were other people as well.

Svlad pointed at them: “These are all our friends that we will have when we get out of here.”

“You'll still be my best friend”, Mona replied and pointed at the bottom of the picture.

There Svlad had written As long as we're together.

Mona hugged him again and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Then she sat up.

“Now it's time for my present for you”, Mona exclaimed, “Close your eyes!”

Svlad did as she asked of him and when he opened his eyes next there was a beautiful yellow leather jacket in front of him. He carefully picked it up, his breath caught in his chest. In the pocket was a piece of paper with Mona's neatly handwriting on it: This way I can always be with you. Svlad started to smile when he read this. He put the jacket on and it fit him perfectly.

“Thank you”, he whispered and closed his eyes again.

The next thing he knew, Mona was hugging him from behind before letting go.

“I'm glad you like it”,she wore a wide smile, “And now let's see what Riggins got for us!”

Their glanced to the two neatly wrapped gifts. It was kind of a tradition that Riggins got them a book each Christmas for them to read. Most of the time they got the same books. Last year the both got Sherlock Holmes and the Hound of Baskerville. This book inspired Svlad to become a detective himself. He still remembered telling Priest everything about the few pages that he and Mona managed to read that day.

Svlad the one with his name written on it. He couldn't help but scrunch his nose when he saw his name written by Riggins. Something about the man using the name that Mona gave him, didn't sit right with Svlad.

Mona took the other gift and they started unwrapping them. Both of them had gotten a book called A collection of short stories by Edgar Allan Poe.

Like every year Svlad opened the book and began reading: “The man of the Crowd - Not long ago, about the closing in of an evening in autumn, I sat at the large bow window of the D__ Coffee-House in London...“

The sun was starting to set and Martin and Osmund just finished making the Latkes. They've made some sufganiyot as well and were now sitting down at the table in the living room. Martin had spend most of the afternoon gushing about the newest addition of project Incubus and Osmund noticed that it slowly started to hurt less when he listened to Martin talking about the Rowdy 3. It didn't seem to matter to them that they were now four. He was happy that Martin found these people in his life. Osmund put some of the food on two plates and handed one to Martin and they both started to eat in silence.

“You know that we can't not talk about this for ever, Os”

Martin's voice cut through the silence and made Osmund look up from his plate. He knew that they couldn't avoid the topic any longer. They had avoided it for the past ten years. He sighed and put his fork down.

“Martin”, he rubbed his temple, “what I did back then wasn't okay.”

“Wasn't okay?!”

Martin stood up and started walking around the room, anger evident on his face.

“This is the understatement of the year”, he exclaimed, “you left me alone when I needed your help the most! And on top of that you started working for the very people who took me and locked me up!”

Osmund raised his hand placating: “I did this for you-”

“For me?!” Martin seemed to seethe with with anger, “You let them lock me up in here! Our parents never cared about us anyway. It was no surprise that they would use the first opportunity to get rid of me. But you were my older brother. You were supposed to protect me!”

It felt like a stab in his heart when Martin implied that he wasn't his brother any more but Osmund pushed his feelings back down. Now wasn't the right time to talk about his feelings. Not with Martin angry and hurt like this.

“I thought I could trust you”, Martin continued, tears of anger stinging in his eyes, “I was scared and you just stood by and watched them take me away. And then you went to them-”

“I was scared too!”

Martin froze in his rant and turned to his brother. Osmund was standing there, chest heaving and trying to compose himself.

“I was scared too”, he whispered again.

All the emotions that he had pushed down these past years were threatening to resurface. He had spend years seeing his brother as nothing more than a project – a problem needing to be solved. Emotions were something he couldn't understand. Something he didn't want to understand. He spent his life living without having much feelings for anyone but him. But now with the darkness closing in on him, he understood that he needed someone who loved him and someone to love.

He'd probably be his usual emotionless self again when the holidays are over and he isn't so sentimental. Right now he felt like everything was too much. Being confronted with his past mistakes. But was it really a mistake? Martin was a danger – still is – and he just wanted to protect his family. He had wanted to protect Martin.

He couldn't bare to look Martin in the eyes. He couldn't bare to see the disappointment in them and know that he was the cause of it.

He felt strong arms engulf him. The traitorous voice in the back of his mind screamed at him to move. That he couldn't let a subject come so close. They were dangerous, especially project Incubus. But for a second he didn't saw project Incubus. He saw Martin. There was a time when he hugged Martin like this all the time. He still remembered when his brother fell from a tree and fell on his arm. Martin came to him crying. Luckily nothing was broken but Osmund still embraced him and hold him tight, whispering reassuring words in his ear until Martin stopped crying.

Then the thought was replaced by the reminder that this was Blackwing project and he broke out of the hug. He took a step back from Martin and they both looked each other in the eyes. A sort of understanding seemed to pass between them. There was something broken between them and they both knew that it could never be repaired. Still they didn't look at each other with hatred shining in their eyes.

“Let's start lighting the candles”, Osmund was the first to break eye contact, stepping back to find a lighter.

Martin nodded and sat back down in front of the Hanukkah menorah. Osmund started lighting the candles. The silence between the brothers was broken by Martin's voice. Osmund looked up and realized that Martin was singing Maos Zur. He sent him a wobbly smile before he joined in, both of them staring at the candles before them.

In this moment Osmund felt closer to his brother than he had in years.

Too soon Martin had to be brought back to his room. They had played another round with the dreidel when Osmund saw that it was already 10pm. It was time to get projects Icarus and Lamia. He rose from the couch and offered Martin his hand. Martin took it, sending him a grateful look, and got up as well.

“I have to bring two subjects back to their room and then I'll bring you back, okay?”

Martin just nodded and followed him out of his quarters. At this time no one else was in the hallways. It was usually already quiet in the Blackwing facility but now most of the staff was at home celebrating Christmas with their loved ones. This left the facility eerily quiet.

Martin and Osmund walked in content silence until they reached the staff's common room. The sound of laughter could be heard even outside the room. With a nod from Osmund the guards at the door bid them goodbye and left.

When Osmund opened the door he saw both subjects lounging on the ground. It seemed as if Icarus had read something from a book to Lamia who was now laughing on the floor. When they looked to the door, Osmund could see some of the excitement leaving their faces. It seemed that the day had ended to quick for all of them. Icarus got of the ground and helped Lamia up as well. They both brushed off their clothes before taking each others hand. Lamia took Icarus' hand and they started to make their way over to the two men.

Osmund couldn't help a smile cross his face when took in the rest of the room. There were remains of whipping cream and marshmallows on a table. There were remains of wrapping paper on the ground.

Both Icarus and Lamia hesitated for a moment when they saw Martin standing behind him. Martin send them a smile and that seemed to be everything that they needed to relax.

They followed the two men chatting with each other about the book that they've read. Martin and Osmund were content listening to their conversation. Here and there they asked Martin questions about project Incubus and himself. They both looked surprised when Osmund made a comment about Sherlock Holmes.

“You read the book?”

Icarus' eyes were filled with wonder and excitement when he looked at Osmund. Osmund felt his heart start to warm. It seemed as if Icarus and Lamia were lights in the darkness that was the Blackwing facility. And if both of them found A Study in Scarlet in their rooms a few days later, well, no one could proof that he bought them.

Icarus and Lamias' faces were full of confusion when they came to a halt.

“This is not our room”, Icarus commented.

Martin threw Osmund a questioning glance but he just opened the door wordlessly. Behind him lay a room with a hospital bed in it. The steady sound of the heart monitor was the only noise in the room.

“Project Moloch”

Icarus voice cut through the silence. Both he and Lamia walked into the room and took in the sight before them. Lamia let go of Icarus' hand and stepped forward.

She gently kissed Moloch on the cheek: “Merry Christmas”

Then she turned around and walked to the door, standing next to Osmund and Martin. Icarus seemed to be frozen in place staring at project Moloch. Osmund didn't know what was going on in the boy's mind but he still wanted to reach out to him and comfort him. Before he could do anything like this, Martin stepped forward and put a hand on Icarus' shoulder. This made the boy jump and turn around to him. Martin sent him a reassuring smile and nodded in project Moloch's direction. Osmund saw the mask slid in place. The shock and fear over seeing his friend so lifeless was hidden behind a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. While the boy started animatedly to tell Moloch about his day, Osmund couldn't help but wonder how often he hid behind this mask, pushing the hurt down until he could pretend that it didn't exist. He remembered the sadness in the eyes of the kids when they broke away from the hug and realized that no kid should ever look like this. Both Icarus and Lamia had to grow up to fast because of Blackwing – because of him. It was a wonder that they kept so much innocence and happiness. They shouldn't worry about tests and wonder how the world outside these walls looked. A glance at Martin's grim face told him that his brother was thinking the same thing. Martin had a life before Blackwing, he had a family outside of this facility and he had found a family inside these walls. He wasn't alone, he had other people to share his life with. But these two kids only had each other on one day of the year. And still he had seen them laugh and be carefree. It was at moments like this when he wondered if he was doing the right thing. But they could be a danger for the world, a traitorous voice in the back of his mind whispered. Before he could ponder any more Icarus turned around and walked to the door, Martin's hand still on his shoulder.

“Merry Christmas”, Icarus threw one more glance over his shoulder, a carefree smile on his lips and a soul too old for his body in his eyes.

He reached for Lamia's hand and squeezed it. Osmund closed the door after throwing one more glance at Moloch. He had heard stories about the circumstances leading to his coma and reminded himself that this was why it was so important to keep the subjects at Blackwing. They were a danger for the world and themselves and had to be kept in check.

The walk to Lamia's room was spent in silence. When they halted Lamia and Icarus hugged each other as if their life depended on it. None of them seemed to want to let the other go, clutching each other tightly. He saw the moisture shining in both their eyes. After several minutes he wanted to clear his throat to get their attention when they let go of each other.

“See you next year”, Icarus had a wobbly smile on his lips.

Lamia didn't try to hide her tears. They were running freely down her cheeks. The sight broke Osmund's heart.

“See you next year”, she sniffled and wiped her eyes with her sleeve.

She turned and walked to her room. Icarus had his eyes fixed on the ground, Martin's hand again on his shoulder seemingly grounding him.

“Svlad”, Lamia's voice caused Icarus to raise his head, “As long as we're together”

She held out her pinky to him. Icarus escaped a watery laugh as he took her pinky with his own:

“As long as we're together”

The way to Icarus' room no one uttered a word. They didn't spent much time here. Icarus quickly made his way to his door, stopping in the doorway. He hesitated for a second before turning around and launching himself in Martin's arms. Then he quickly made his way to his room, muttering a goodbye.

Martin and Osmund were both lost in thoughts on their way back to Martin's room. Osmund couldn't shake the Icarus' look from his memories. He couldn't help but see a young Martin instead. Staring at him with heartbroken eyes. He always thought that the boy shone bright in the darkness but he couldn't help and ask himself who his light was. Martin had him and when he was gone he had the Rowdy 3. This boy had no one except for Mona and he could only see her on one day. Still the boy shone bright. Brighter than most of them.

“How long have they been here?”

Martin's voice ripped him from his thoughts. He looked over to him and saw that his eyes had a faraway look. It seemed that he also couldn't rid him self of the thoughts about this boy and girl, filled with warmth and hope.

“I don't know”, Osmund levelled his gaze on the hallway in front of him, not able to look at Martin any longer.

From the corner of his eyes he saw Martin's head whip around to him. Shock evident in his body and voice.

“What do you mean, you don't know?”, Martin pointed accusingly at him, “You know everything that's going on around here.”

Osmund sighed heavily: “They have been here for longer than I've been. I think they are one of the first subjects here. Only Colonel Riggins knows how long exactly but it must have been at least ten years.”

Martin shook his head unbelievingly. Osmund himself couldn't really believe that Riggins would lock up kids – subjects, he berated himself mentally. He couldn't afford these kind of thoughts if he wanted to perform his job correctly.

Today had soften him just like every year. Today was the one day were he allowed his feelings to take over – at least to some degree. When he woke up tomorrow they'd just be subjects again. He would bring them to their tests and that's the only thing he would care about. His feelings would be pushed down along with the ever-present loneliness.

“We're here”, Osmund stopped next to the heavily guarded door.

Martin was standing next to him whilst the guards opened the door. They exchanged a nod. Today they were brothers. He was spending time with his younger brother Martin who thought that he would protect him against the world. But tomorrow Martin would be just another subject from project Incubus and his job was to make sure that the subjects got to their tests. That would be the only relationship between them – a prisoner and a guard.

Martin walked into the room and the door was closed behind him. Osmund locked it.

He went to his quarters – that's at least what he wanted to do. But something in him balked at the idea of leaving now. A look on his watch told him that it was 11pm. The day still had one hour left. With that thought in mind he sat down leaning against the door None of the guards commented his behaviour. He couldn't help but ask himself if there was someone waiting for them at home. Maybe they had a family waiting for them to spend the remains of the holidays with them. Maybe they had someone who could chase the loneliness away that started to seep in every fibre of the body the more time one spent at the Blackwing facility.

He could hear voices through the closed door. The barrier between him and project Incubus muffled their voices but Osmund could still hear Martin's voice. He was telling stories. Stories of his childhood hero who played hide and seek, and catch as long as Martin wanted to play. The hero who cooked him food and gave him cookies when their parents weren't looking. The hero who hold Martin whenever he was crying until he felt like the world was right again. The hero who would sit by his bed and wait until he fell asleep again whenever he had a nightmare.

Osmund found himself get lost in these stories. He felt like he had sit there, listening to his brother's voice for ages, when another voice asked what happened to this hero. Osmund wasn't sure but he guessed that it was Incubus newest addition, Vogel.

“The hero is gone now”, Martin's voice was gentle when he replied, “but he lives within everyone of us. We all can be this hero if we just want to. Now go to sleep, Vogel, and merry Christmas.”

Osmund threw a glance at his watch. It was midnight. He wiped a stray tear from his cheek and stood up.

Mr. Priest brushed off his clothes and threw the guards a cold stare. He turned around and walked down the hallway. Away from project Incubus. They were starting early with the tests tomorrow and he had to be prepared. One could never know what the subjects were up to. Even the innocent looking were dangerous and it was his job to keep them in check. No matter what.

#Dirk Gentlys Holistic Detective Agency #dirk gently isn't over #christmas #fanfic #dirk gently #dghda

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kpop---scenarios · 5 years

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Deception

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Much to your surprise your felt the opposite of disgust from Jooheon’s words. You were excited, for the first time in a while you were needed and semi wanted, even if it wasn’t in the best way, you still were. You’d finished your breakfast, but you didn’t know how you managed to concentrate on eating when Jooheon’s fingers traced your upper thigh constantly. You’d try to shoo him away, not wanting to be a dripping mess all day but he didn’t care.

He slips his hand inbetween your legs, leaving his hand just high enough for you to feel the heat radiating off his palm but not high enough to touch your sensitive areas. You let out a small annoyed groan. You hated being teased. Right after the sound escaped your lips you remembered you were surrounded by 6 other men who stared at you, curiously.

“I don’t have anything to wear tonight” you coughed, covering up the touches.

“It’ll be taken care of.” Shownu tells you with a nod. “Be ready for 9pm" he says, walking away from the table.

Looking at the clock it was only 10:30am, so you went to one of the three places you’re allowed, the living room. Sitting down you grabbed the remote to get lost in a drama. Halfway through the first episode you were joined by a skinny blonde haired man, you were pretty sure his name was Minhyuk.

“What are you watching?” he asked you.

“Strong Girl Bong-Soon" you answer, eyes never leaving the screen.

“Ah that’s a good one" he says. You were about to answer when you were both distracted by loud footsteps coming into the room.

“Min, we gotta go" Kihyun yells, gun in his hand. Minhyuk quickly jumps up, pulling a gun from the back waistline of his pants.

“Get in Wonho's room and don’t come out until someone gets you" Changkyun growls before following the other two out. You sat there shocked for a moment, until you heard more gunshots. You scrambled off the couch, racing to the stairs before locking yoursnothing Wonho's room. You ran to the little nook between the wall and your bed, hiding away.

It felt like hours before the gunshots stopped. In reality it had only been a few minutes. You were terrified. You didn’t know if one of them had been killed or if all of them had been. You panicked a little more at the sound of your doorknob rattling. You squeezed yourself in the corner as much as you could as the person on the other side worked ferociously to unlock your door.

Once they got it, the door swung open, hitting the wall. You held your breath, scolding yourself for making the smallest movement. You wanted to close your eyes so badly but you couldn’t. You had to know who is was.

You heard nothing but the sound of a breathy chuckle.

“Found you" a man with a gold tooth smiles. You let out a blood curdling scream at the sight of the man with a gun. “I was wondering what my men meant when they said MX took a girl home. They don’t do that unless it’s to torture them. Or fuck them and then kill them. But you’ve seemed to have them wrapped around your fingers” he says, eyes never leaving yours.

“I-I.. n-no I d-dont" you stutter, terrified of the man.

“Well we’ll see how they react when they find your lifeless body in here" he chuckles, reaching out to grab your hair and yank you towards him.

“Please don’t" you screamed, kicking your legs in an attempt to escape from the man.

“Shut up bitch" he growled, slapping you hard in the face before releasing your hair. Just as he was about to give you a good swift kick to your ribs, theres a gunshot and he collapses to the floor, groaning in pain and holding his lef. You then look up to see Jooheon standing there, tucking his gun away before walking over to you.

You sat there with your knees pulled up to your chest as Jooheon kneels infront of you.

“Are you okay baby?” he asks, cupping your cheek in his hand. You wince at the warmth of his hand against your sore cheek.

“Did he hit you?” He growls. A tear rolls down your cheek as your nod your head yes.

Looking back at it, Jooheon can see the bruise starting to form and the blackness around your eye.

Before you can even stand up the other 6 men are standing in the doorway. “Take him to the basement" Jooheon says, his eyes not leaving your face. Wonho and Hyungwon grab the man, dragging him away.

You refuse to look anyone in the eyes, ashamed of the giant bruise forming on your face.

“Did he touch her?” Shownu asks.

“Hit her in the face" Jooheon answers.

“I’m going to fucking kill him" Shownu snaps before stalking off, you can only assume he’s headed for the basement as well.

“I’m fine you guys" you say, head still hanging down.

“Look at us" Kihyun says.

Silently you raise your head, looking at each man very quickly. None of them say anything before exiting the room with an angered look on their faces.

“Get in the tub, relax and have a nap. We’ve got some stuff to deal with before tonight” Jooheon says before leaving a kiss on your good cheek and leaving.

After sometime soaking in the tub, icing your face and sleeping for atleast 5 hours, it was now time to get ready for your first mission tonight. To say you were nervous was a giant understatement.

Shownu had gone over everything with you already. You were to arrive without them as one of the ladies for tonight. You were to wait in the VIP room by the door and greet their “friend” when he arrived. Kihyun would be watching with a sniper from a vantage point. Wonho would be outside of the room as a bodyguard. Jooheon and Changkyun would be there with Shownu closing the deal. Hyungwon and Minhyuk would be patrolling the rest of the club, weapons on hand to make sure nothing was to go down.

He assured you that you would be more than safe. Although they hadn’t known you for long, they all were very fond of you and wouldn’t let anything to happen to you. Their baby, he called you. You smiled at the memory of him calling you that. It had made you feel special.

Luckily for you, they’d called in a professional makeup artist to work on your face since you had no make up here and couldn’t show up with a giant bruise over half your face. The minute she stepped away from you and you looked in the mirror you were shocked. She had given you a smokey eye with a deep red lipstick. The bruise was not noticeable in the slightest and you felt beautiful. You thanked her over and over again before she left so you could get dressed. The only dress hanging in the closet was one even you would likely wouldn’t wear. It was extremely short, tight and strapless. You could almost see your ass cheeks when you walked. You weren’t going to complain though. You only had to grind on the guy and pretend to be interested until he agreed to Shownu’s terms and you were pretty confident you’d be able to handle it.

The boys had already left, talking about how they needed to be there before you, so none had seen you quite yet. You twiddle your thumbs the entire 25 minute car ride back to the club. The closer you got the more nervous you were. You’d tried to calm yourself but it didn’t work overly well.

The car parked at the back entrance of the club and your driver got out to open the door for you. You stepped out in your red Louis Vuitton pumps and walked into the building with confidence.

You’d remembered all the director Shownu gave you and mentioned you’d see Wonho at the end of the hallway. Strutting your stuff, you walked towards him with a little sway in your hips, your nerves completely gone now.

You smirked as you watched his eyes trail your body. He leans in close to you, and gives you a quick slap on the ass before opening the door for you.

The second that door opens, Changkyun, Shownu and Jooheon turn their heads to look at you. Each one with a dirty look on their face and lust in their eyes.

“He’s not here yet baby" Changkyun smirks before patting his knee for tou to sit on. Before you can sit down, you hear 2 knocks at the door, Wonho’s signal that he had showed up.

It was show time.

You stood next to the mans chair as the door was opened for him. The three men stood and bowed as the man bowed back to him. He sits down in the chair before smiling up at you.

“Well hello there" he smirks. “what’s you’re name?” he asked. Shownu had told you to make sure you gave a fake name.

“Hyuna" you smiled with a bow.

“Fetch me a drink and then come sit on my lap" he says to you. You quickly make your way to the bar getting his drink before getting as comfortable as you could on his lap.

You did everything you could to make sure you were doing a good enough job with your part. You stroked his face, wiggled your ass in his lap, nibbled on his earlobe. Anytime you did anything remotely sexual the men tensed up, they were always watching. Their eyes almost shot from their heads rhe moment he began rubbing your thigh. You thought they were going to kill him right there.

“Well I think we can make a deal. Why don’t you excuse us darling. Let the men work now" he says almost pushing you off his lap. Before you can leave the man harshly slaps your ass.

Wonho closes the door behind you and now you feel like you can finally breathe.

“You okay baby?” he asks, resting his hand on your lower back.

“Yeah. I just need a drink and the bathroom. And then a long fucking shower to scrub the stench of his nasty hands off of me" you shudder. Wonho let’s out a chuckle before watching you walk down the hallway, definitely checking out your ass.

Stepping out of the bathroom stall, you turn on the water to begin washing your hands. The door to the bathroom bursts open, scaring you into spraying water all over the bathroom.

You look up to see Jooheon standing there, his eyes dark and needy. He slowly walks towards you, causing you to step back until you’re trapped against the wall.

“I wanted to tear him apart while he was touching you" he growled into your ear. His hands reach down to touch your thighs, slipping his fingers under your dress as you spread your legs slightly for him.

“No panties baby? You’re a naughty girl. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this” he says, gliding his fingers across your pussy.

“Please give me more” you whine as you buck your hips towards Jooheon’s already erect cock.

“This is going to have to be quick baby" he smirks, unbuckling his belt and sliding down his pants just enough to allow his cock to spring free. It wasn’t as thick as Wonho’s but you were dripping at the sight of the length.

“Please fuck me daddy" you moan, jumping up to wrap your legs around his waist. Jooheon lines himself up with your entrance, but instead of easing his way in, he rams his cock inside of you. He quickly pulls back out and thrusts back in, giving you no time to adjust.

He wasn’t lying when he said it needed to be quick.

Jooheon had angled himself in the perfect position to be able to have your clit rub up against him as he fucked you against the wall ruthlessly.

“You’re such a dirty little alut aren’t you?” he growled, pounding himself inside you again.

“Yes daddy, I’m such a slut” you cry as you bounce on his cock, your breasts had fallen out of your dress. Jooheon leans forward, taking one in his mouth to suck on, never slowing his pace.

“Cum for me you dirty slut" he barks. His harsh words quickening your orgasm, the knot getting tighter and tighter with every harsh thrust.

“I said cum whore” he grunted, his thrusts becoming sloppy as his need to cum grows stronger.

“Fuck daddy" you cry out, grabbing onto your breasts to squeeze as your eyes roll back into your head from the overwhelming sensation of the release.

“Cum in my pussy daddy" you cry out.

“Only of you’re going to walk around with my cum in your for the rest of the night" he growls at you.

“Anything you want” you whisper. And with those words, Jooheon releases himself into you, his seed spilling and coating your walls.

Jooheon pulled out of you, and put you back on the ground. You fixed your dress and your makeup the best you could before he grabbed your hand to lead you out of the bathroom. With every step you took, you could feel his cum slide down your legs.

You stopped walking, pulling him to you. “I don’t like how this feels" you whisper in his ear. Jooheon lets out a small chuckle.

“Let’s get you home and cleaned up” he says, pulling you through the crowd and through the front doors.

You finally felt happier than you had in a long time and safe. But little did you know, there were a pair of eyes that had their sights set on you.

And they would stop at absolutely nothing to get to you.

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minsungsfork · 5 years

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A Plan

Genre: Hybrid!Stray Kids AU, Female!Reader, Fluff

Summary: You were going on a date with someone the boys didn’t like.

Warnings: None

A/N: For the anon who requested this, sorry if it took so long !!! i hope you’d still like this ^^

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In front of the closet, you are seen rummaging through your clothes while standing there; wearing nothing but a towel that draped around your body.

Your colleague, Kiyeon, had set you up on a blind date. Despite your efforts in rejecting her plan, she had made up her mind—besides, she would always tell you to go and enjoy life.

“I swear, you’d like this guy. He’s like, perfect for you!” She would always tell with you grumbling in response. You would have ditched your date and watch netflix all day long with the boys, but you didn’t want to be rude.

“Is this okay?” You stared at your reflection for the past 5 minutes, struggling to pick a decent outfit. The outfit you had on was a blue sleeveless dress, an outfit you didn’t know you had and popped from your closet of black and grey.

Looking at the clock, you realize you’ve spent too much time deciding and staring at your reflection. At last you made up your mind, choosing to wear the royal blue dress.

Quickly painting your lips a light pink of color, you grabbed a brown sling bag, which you rarely use, and headed down the stairs.

You caught the boys chilling on the living room, all dressed up and seemed to have been waiting for you. “Sorry for the wait,” you apologized, hopping down the staircase which made your dress flow in a pretty manner.

“Wow, Y/N knows how to dress well,” Jisung joked that earned a light hit from Hyunjin. “Yah, at least she has a fashion sense, unlike you.” Hyunjin stuck his tongue out just to annoy the boy.

“Are you sure you’d go on this date? You could just join us roaming around,” Minho suggested with a grin. “I could always call anyone of you if this guy is some sort of creep or something,” you laughed in response.

“Shall we go?” The boys all cheered, tailing behind you to your van—mind that this was brand new and you were proud to call it yours since it came from your own hard work.

Minho offered to drive in which you agreed too. They all climbed on the back seat while you sat on the passenger’s seat.

“Let’s go!”

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Everyone had gotten off the van, including you. Somewhere near the restaurant, which is where you and your date was supposed to meet, the car was seen parked. “You all can go roam around, but be back in 3 hours or so,” you told, each one of them nodding in reply. “Then I’ll be on my way.”

You parted ways with the boys and made way to meet the guy you were paired up with. Kiyeon had sent you a photo of the man to help you in spotting him. You stared at the picture, taking in the features of the man you were going to meet.

You’d be lying if you said he wasn’t handsome. You only had a picture of his face. He had jet black hair, sharp eyes and a contagious, happy smile that balanced well with his intimidating stare. Kiyeon also mentioned that his name was Woohyun and that he was a friend of her.

While walking, your mind keeps popping thoughts of how the man would be like. Would he be nice? Maybe rude? What if he’s a creep? What if he’s actually plotting to kill me and I wouldn’t know?

You shook those thoughts off, your feet finding its way in front of the restaurant. You mentally slapped yourself and took a deep breath. “Here goes nothing,” you whispered to yourself as you pushed the glass door open.

As you went right inside, you scanned around to hopefully see the man. Then, you spotted him on a booth beside the window. You tightly clutched your phone, obviously nervous and tense. But nonetheless, you approached him with the best smile you could muster.

“Um, hi?” You sounded a bit awkward that made the boy chuckle. “Hello, you must be Y/N?” You nodded to his question before sitting across him.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Woohyun but I think Kiyeon had already mentioned that?” He stared at you, smiling. “Ah, she did,” you replied with a giggle.

“She also said that she has never seen you on a date before?” He continued to ask, trying to keep the conversation going without making you feel uncomfortable. “Yeah, the last date I had was back in highschool with some random dude I don’t remember,” you stated, looking down on your lap, “didn’t work out though.”

He nodded before calling out for the waiter. “Well, you can choose whatever you like, the food’s on me,” Woohyun said as he scanned the menu before looking at you, “it’s the least I can do to at least make you enjoy your time here.”

You smiled. This small gesture is making your heart flutter as pink dusted your cheeks. You didn’t expect him to be this kind, but you appreciated it.

You could say you were a girl that gets easily swayed.

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After you have left, the boys have decided to split into three groups, agreeing to meet up by the parking lot after 3 hours.

Minho was paired with Jisung and Hyunjin, which Minho mentally cursed at Chan for giving him the noisy kids while he gets Jeongin and Changbin.

Now the three of them walked down the pavement, looking around for a said arcade that was around the area. Jisung and Hyunjin hopped ahead, leaving Minho trailing behind them with an unamused look on his face.

Hyunjin abruptly stop, making Jisung stop as well while Minho almost collided with Hyunjin’s back. “What the hell Hyunjin?” Minho hissed as he walked past the boy.

“Hey, it’s Y/N!” Hyunjin pointed out making Jisung stare at where Hyunjin was pointing. Minho then stopped at his tracks and looked to the restaurant that made Hyunjin stop.

“Her date is giving off bad vibes, I don’t like him,” Jisung grumbled as he stared at you and the, laughing and seemingly having fun. “She’s having fun though,” Minho mentioned and grabbed both of their arms, but they resisted.

“Hyung!” Hyunjin glared at the older boy. “I don’t like him too, there’s something off about him.” Hyunjin jabbed Jisung on his side then scowled when the squirrel was seen typing away on his phone.

“Jisung! Focus!” Hyunjin shook Jisung, making the boy stare up at him. “I called back up! The others are coming,” Jisung stated as he backed away from Hyunjin.

“Hold on. You texted Chan?” Minho stared at the young boy in disbelief. “And the others too,” Jisung added that caused more stress to the jaguar. Minho could only rub his temples as he waited the others to come and get scolded by Chan and maybe Woojin.

As in on cue, Minho’s phone rang. He answered it, knowing who would speak on the other line and prepared himself. “Minho.”

There it was. Chan’s annoyed voice. Minho glared at the two young boys that he was forced to accompany.

‘I would have clawed these two to death by now’

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“Okay captain Hyunjin, what’s the plan?” The boys are now all gathered up in an alleyway where you wouldn’t see them.

“This is ridiculous,” Chan sighed, crossing his arms, “Y/N looks so happy! I’ve never seen her this happy with anyone but us before.”

Woojin only chuckled, finding the situation amusing—so he decided to join the kids. “Aye, aye captain Hyunjin, we’re waiting for your command,” Woojin joked, even saluting to the younger boy.

Everyone seemed on board except for Chan amd Minho, who both still thought the whole situation was ridiculous and childish. Minho’s face says it all.

“So, this is what I got,” Hyunjin gestured them to come closer, “we call Y/N and tell her Jeongin had ate something and now he had a nasty tummy ache.”

“Why me?” Jeongin whined as his name was mentioned in the said plan. “Everyone adores you, especially Y/N. I’m sure she’d leave her date for us, right Hyunjin?” Felix looked at Hyunjin who nodded in agreement.

“Fine, fine, but you owe me,” Jeongin agreed and Hyunjin now seemed more determined than ever. “Let’s go save Y/N from the suspicious boy!” The rest roared in approval and excitement, except Chan and Minho, who wanted nothing but some peace.

With the plan set, they started walking to the parking lot where they would call you. Hyunjin and Jeongin led the boys, the pair talking over the plan to hopefully not mess up. Once they reached your car, Hyunjin had whipped his phone out.

“I’m calling her,” Hyunjin announced as he pressed the dial button on his phone. They all stood in silence, only rings from the mobile could be heard.

Minho leaned to Chan and whispered, “You think this is ridiculous, right?” Chan nodded and the jaguar could only puff a short, discontented breath.

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Inside the restaurant, you were still happily chatting Woohyun when you were cut off by your phone ringing. “Sorry, I gotta take this call,” you apologized before answering the call and turning away from him.

“Hello?”

“Y/N!!” Hyunjin’s sudden scream made you push the device away slightly. “Y/N! Emergency!”

“Why? What’s wrong?” You asked, your mind going on full alert mode. “Hyunjin! Are you guys ok?” You ask once more.

“It’s Jeongin! He’s having a terrible tummy ache and wants to go home,” he quickly explained. You looked at the boy seated across you who stared back, his eyes tinted with concern.

“I’m coming quick,” you answered and dropped the call. “I’m terribly sorry but I have to go. There’s an emergency and I need to go back home.” You packed your things and stood up, Woohyun following after.

“Well I have your number, I gusss I could text you,” Woohyun mentioned in which made you softly smile. “Ok then. Sorry again and have a nice day!” You then made a run to the parking lot, obviously worried about Jeongin’s health. M

On the side of the boys, they all had celebrated like they received such great achievement. “Jeongin, you have to pretend your hurt now,” Seungmin mentioned to the fox that acted out the pain. “Not bad,” Changbin honestly said and patted the back of Jeongin.

They didn’t wait very long until your figure was seen running towards the boys. This is the signal that Jeongin now needed ro act. “Jeongin!! Are you ok!?” Jeongin had been rhe first you approached, obviously worried.

Jeongin pretended his was in pain as he clutched his tummy. “I’m okay, just...just need to rest,” Jeongin blurted out and you unlocked the car, immediately pushing the fox inside.

“C’mon, chop chop, the sooner we’re home, the better,” you told as you watch them get inside the van one by one. Now you volunteered to take over the wheel with Minho sitting beside you.

You started the engine and quickly took off, the boys silently rejoicing in victory.

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apparentlynotreallyfinnish · 5 years

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Prompt: compliment battle turns heated.

A had this whole vision for this prompt and the fic became quite long and slow burny. Thanks for the prompt! ^^

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They were at the Mythical set facing each other. There was a small podium between them with their GMM mugs and their cue cards on top of it. Behind them was a large pink hued banner the art department had painted with bright red cursive: “Compliment Battle”. They were shooting for the Valentine’s Day week and all of the episodes followed a theme of fluffy feelgood. Rhett was leaning against the podium, flipping through his cards. He was buzzing with nervous energy. He tried to convince himself that all of this was just for the show. It wasn’t real, not really. Except it kind of was, his brain rebelled. The writers had been adamant. They’d wanted real stuff, because the fans wanted real stuff. That was the lifeblood of their show, the real moments of their chemistry and friendship. So, it had been decided that they would write the compliments themselves. That way, they would be sincere.

Link looked so relaxed in front of Rhett. He was chatting with Stevie about the next episode. His card stack was untouched. No fidgeting, no nervous energy. Rhett wondered if the task had been easy for him. It should have been easy for Rhett. He loved everything about Link. Well, almost everything, he thought, imagining the horrid sounds his jaw made as he chewed on his cereal. But definitely enough to fill a whole book of compliments. The problem was that he didn’t exactly want to advertise that. His feelings for Link were, to say the least, complicated. It had started slow. When he thought back on it, he mused there might have been early twinges as far back as college. But the realization hadn’t sunk in until about a year ago. And after it had, life had been hard for Rhett.

“Okay, let’s get this show on the road!” Stevie hollered, clapping her hands together. Everyone took their places. Link leaned against the podium and looked at Rhett with a smirk.

“Are you ready to be decimated?” he asked with a wink. Rhett’s knees threatened to buckle under him and he thanked the Lord for the podium. He managed to plaster a somewhat nonchalant smile on his face and answered:

“Nope. Just letting you know now, Neal. You’re going down.”

There was a strange flash in Link’s eyes but his smile didn’t falter. “Oh, don’t make promises you can’t keep,” he said, voice dripping with danger. Rhett felt a heat rising to his neck. He willed the feeling away with a hard swallow. Cameras were rolling.

“Which one of us is going to be the king of compliments?”

“Let’s talk about that!”

Link was explaining the rules to the cameras. They were to say one compliment each while maintaining eye contact and then a panel of crew members would vote whose compliment was better. The one who got to 5 points first would win. The loser would have to write a love letter to the other one that would be published on social media. There was a catch, of course, voted by the Mythical Society. At every round, they had to touch other. The touch points were decided ahead of time and they would find out about them at the start of each round. As Link spoke, Rhett kept fiddling with his cards. The nervous energy was making him curl into himself. He tried to keep his smile up for the cameras, but in his head he was freaking out. It manifested physically too. He was hunching his shoulders, making himself smaller, desperately trying to escape a situation he couldn’t leave from.

The first touch point was revealed to be hands. Rhett let out a small relieved sigh. They’d held hands many times before on the show and it meant their bodies could be far apart. Link quickly took his hands on his own and quibbled something about them being sweaty like always. Rhett awkwardly laughed it off. Link’s eyes were trained on his.

“You grill a mean steak,” Link said with a tiny smirk. Rhett almost laughed out loud. Link was being shady. The statement sounded like an actual complement but Rhett knew what Link was referencing. Just last weekend, Rhett had managed to burn their steaks when he got too wrapped up in a conversation.

“Oh, that is so sweet,” he replied, voice honeyed and sweet. “I like how tidy and neat you are. Makes my life sooo much easier.”

Link pursed his lips together before making a tsk-sound with his tongue. “I’m glad you like it. At least one of us understands the importance of cleanliness.” His answer was as falsely sweet as Rhett’s had been. They let their hands fall and waited for the judgment. Link’s burn wasn’t as obvious to outsiders as Rhett’s so Link got the first point.

Second round’s touch point was elbows. They laughed at the silliness of it before bending their arms and poking their elbows together. Someone made a joke about just the tips touching and there was raucous laughter. It was Rhett’s turn to start.

“You are so good with the children. It’s amazing how easy it is for you to lower yourself to their level,” Rhett said with mock sincerity. Link laughed a hollow laugh and said, “You take direction well. I never have to say anything to you twice.”

Rhett grimaced at him and titterings of laughter broke out amongst the crew. Everyone knew Rhett was often in his head and needed constant repetition and reminding. It was obvious that this round would go to Rhett. He started to wonder if all of Link’s so-called compliments were going to be veiled insults. Rhett’s weren’t and things could get awkward fast if he’d misread the way people wanted the episode to go.

Next round’s touch point was toes. They tried to evade the rule by pushing just one of their feet together but the crew called them out on it and soon they were standing inches apart, all of their toes touching. Link’s breath felt warm on Rhett’s neck and he started to get nervous again. They were so close already. How could he deal with the following rounds? It was bound to get worse. Link wiggled his toes and made Rhett laugh. He looked at his best friend and saw a question in his eyes.

“I’m fine,” he muttered an answer, both thankful and embarrassed for Link’s concern. “It’s your turn. Better make it good this time,” he continued louder.

“I like that you are always prepared for the worst. It means I don’t have to be.”

Rhett nodded. It was almost a compliment. It might have alluded to his propensity to stock up for the upcoming apocalypse but there was something heartfelt about the way Link said it.

“You’re very detail-oriented. I like it because it lets me concentrate on the big picture. It’s nice to have someone who balances you out.”

Link smiled warmly at him. They’d talked about this a lot. It was one of the things that made them work together so well. Link’s eyes shined bright behind his glasses and suddenly, it was hard to breathe. Rhett’s mind took a running start and started to fantasize. If Rhett dipped his head down just a bit, he could kiss Link. He could wrap his arms around him. He could let his hands drop down and grab the back of Link’s thighs and pull him up, make him wrap his legs around his body and take him to the desk as he nibbled his neck and… Rhett jerked back to reality as Link’s elbow sunk into his side. Link’s eyes were on his, looking at him quizzically. Rhett smiled at him shaking his head slightly, trying to convey that he’d just been preoccupied as usual. Rhett was awarded the point for this round too.

Round four had them press their knees together. The position was awkward and Rhett could instantly feel a pinch in his back. He must have made a face, because Link’s brow furrowed with concern.

“You okay there, man?” he asked, voice low.

“Yeah, just…let’s do this one quickly,” Rhett answered and looked at the cameras. “Ready for round four? Okay. Link, I like how comfortable you are with yourself. You don’t care what other people think. You’re just you. Pure and simple.” The uncomfortable position made it impossible to put on an act or a voice. The compliment was sincere and sounded like that too. There were a few awww’s from the crew. Link smiled at him fondly. There was no need to hold hands in this round but Link took Rhett’s hands in his own anyway before saying, “I’m really impressed with your personal growth in these past few years. With the therapy and all. I feel so much more closer to you because of it.”

Rhett swallowed and felt a welling in his tear ducts. Not on camera, please, he pleaded silently with himself. His eyes glazed a bit, but thankfully no actual tears were shed. With a pained grunt, he got up from their hunched positions. They turned to listen to the debate over who got the point. As they stood there, Rhett felt Link’s fingers press against his back and slowly massage the exact spot that pained him. He almost moaned out loud. The relief Link’s skilled fingers brought to him made him melt. His concentration shifted. Everything around him dimmed away and all he felt was those fingers. Equally strong and gentle, Link knew exactly how to touch him. Rhett couldn’t help thinking if his touch would be as perfect on other parts of his body. Mainly the one that was rousing in his boxers right now. He missed the winner of the round.

“It appears we have a tie,” Link smirked at the cameras. The delicious pressure on Rhett’s back vanished with one final caress. He almost whined at the loss. His eyes shot to Link, but Link was looking elsewhere. Fifth round’s touch point was announced with a fanfare: bellybuttons. Rhett swallowed and looked for support in Link’s eyes, but he seemed to be skirting his gaze. They got some laughs as Rhett tried to fold his body down to get their bellies to touch. He ached still but it was mainly from the need to be touched again. When they were positioned correctly, Link finally brought his eyes back to Rhett. Rhett almost stepped back in surprise. Something had changed in Link’s gaze. There was intenseness in it that made Rhett’s stomach flip.

“I love your laugh,” Link simply said. A fire roared in Rhett’s belly. He took a deep breath and tried to remember his line. He couldn’t. His mind was a complete blank. His eyes roamed Link’s features and settled on his hair.

“I….um….I love the gray in your hair. It suits you. Makes you look all distinguished and hot. It also reminds me of all the years we’ve spent together.” The words poured out of him before he could think them through. Hot?! Wait, did he just call Link hot, in front of the crew, on film? Link’s eyes flashed and he stepped back. This time, he kept his distance. Rhett was panicking. He tried to keep it internal, making his face appear playful and fun with a wicked smirk and a wink to the camera. The judge panel was hooting and hollering. Rhett had won the point.

The score was 3 – 2 for Rhett. They went right ahead onto round six. The touch point was chests. Link was stubbornly looking at Rhett’s chin as they pressed their chests together. Rhett was certain Link could feel how hard his heart beat against his ribcage. He was sweating now. His gaze dropped to the point where their bodies touched. He could feel Link’s warmth radiating against him. It was his turn to start but Link was already speaking. Rhett’s eyes snapped up to his.

“Your eyes are gorgeous. It feels like every time I look at them, they’ve changed color. It’s like I get to discover you again every time I look at you,” Link’s voice turned into a whisper at the end of the sentence. Rhett couldn’t help the tiny gasp that broke out of him. It was the most romantic thing Link had ever said to him. He shook his head. No, Link was just playing the game. He wanted to win. Rhett turned to look at the camera.

“Jumping the gun there, Neal. It was my turn to start.”

Link just shrugged and stared at Rhett. His eyes looked strange. Almost glossy.

“You really work hard keeping yourself fit. For a forty-year-old guy, you look damn good,” Rhett said. He could see Link’s Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. Their eyes were glued together. The judge panel was deliberating already, but they hadn’t moved from their touch point position. Link’s right hand rose slowly and his fingers ran along Rhett’s arm, from his bicep down onto his fingertips.

“You don’t look so bad yourself,” Link whispered. There was no smirk on his face. No indication that he was joking. Heat coiled into Rhett’s belly. He was glad it was their chests that were touching. It meant their crotch areas were farther apart and there was no way for Link to feel the problem that was still rising in his pants.

“The next touch point is…hips,” Stevie’s voice sounded from the distance. Rhett jerked back from Link.

“Wait, what?” he asked, mouth suddenly dry.

“Hips,” Stevie repeated. “Both hip bones touching, don’t even think about just standing side to side.”

“Who won the last round?” Link asked looking dazed.

“You did. It’s a tie again. On to round seven.”

Rhett was trembling. He evoked every disgusting thought he could to quell his erection. He looked at Link, hoping to get some support. Maybe they could take a break. Link looked as miserable as he did. What if he knew already? A chill ran through Rhett. What if he knew and was disgusted?

“Ahh…Stevie, could we take a little break?” Rhett asked.

“We’re almost done, Rhett. It’s late. We should just push through,” Stevie said voice a bit strained, not even lifting her eyes from her pad. Rhett sighed and looked back at Link who shrugged at him looking agonized. They inched closer. As their bodies touched lightly, Link drew a sharp breath and looked away from the camera. Rhett’s gaze followed him and he read the silent words from Link’s lips: “I’m sorry.” He was confused. Why was Link apologizing?

Link’s hip bones were sharp against Rhett’s. At first, that was all he felt. He tried to breathe evenly, tried to dampen the need to press his throbbing erection hard against Link’s lithe body. Then suddenly, the apology started to make sense. He felt something twitch against him. Link was hard too. Rhett’s eyes whipped to Link’s. Link looked up at him, smiling weakly. Rhett’s mouth was hanging open, his breath coming out in ragged puffs. Link’s cheeks were blotchy red and his hands trembled slightly.

“Any day now, boys,” Stevie prompted. Rhett cleared his throat but Link was faster again.

“I love your legs. How long they are. You look so gangly and sweet. And strong. Like, your thigh muscles make me weak at the knees. I dream about touching you like this,” Link spoke quickly, voice so low Rhett wasn’t certain the mikes could pick it up. As Link spoke, his fingers landed on Rhett’s thighs and made little twirls on the sides of his legs. Rhett bucked into him, pressing their straining cocks against each other. Both of them gasped. Rhett steadied himself by taking a hold of Link’s waist.

“I love how small your waist is. Wrapping myself around you like this makes me feel big. Touching you like this makes me feel all kinds of other things too,” Rhett leaned over to murmur the words into Link’s ear as he was pressing them harder together. Link whined quietly. His hands rose up to Rhett’s shoulders. He grabbed on, like he was hanging on for his dear life. Maybe he was. Rhett felt it too. There was a shift between them. The earth was parting between them and they were stepping into the opening crevice together. Rhett’s stomach dropped and he said loudly:

“Touch point.”

“We haven’t awarded the point ye…” Stevie objected.

“Touch point!”

“Forehead,” Stevie relented.

Rhett pressed his forehead against Link’s. His hands didn’t let go of his waist, though. Link was squirming slightly, making their cocks rub against each other. Rhett felt a dampened spot on his boxers, he was leaking already. He bit his lip and closed his eyes for a second before looking at Link and whispering:

“You have the most beautiful lips I’ve ever seen. If I could get a just one kiss and suck on that bottom lip of yours, I could die a happy man.”

Link moaned aloud and crashed into him. His lips were as perfect as Rhett had imagined. Soft and supple. Rhett licked them feverishly and sucked on Link’s bottom lip with a growl. Link’s hands moved to Rhett’s neck and burrowed into his hair tugging at it desperately. He was moaning into Rhett’s mouth, rutting his crotch against Rhett making him feel out of breath and dizzy with need.

“Cut! Everybody out!” Stevie’s voice pierced Rhett’s hazy brain for a second. He was grateful. There was a scramble of people around them. Rhett didn’t stop to wait for everyone to leave. Link’s lips parted and their tongues twisted into each other. Rhett groaned and lifted Link onto the desk. Link’s legs wrapped around Rhett.

“Oh my god,” someone gasped and then, finally, the set quieted around them. The door closed with a thud.

“Rhett,” Link moaned. “Fuck me.”

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dirty af1s

the preath break up au no one asked for. based on Dirty AF1s by Alexander 23.

a/n: I really like this song and Christen always wears her AF1s. I kinda wrote a thing. It’s hella sad but if you stick around for the end hopefully it’ll make up for it.

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you took your smile back to New York

but you left your toothbrush

and I hope you bought a new one but I’d love you toothless

Tobin was hurt. She was broken. She was in love.

She and Christen lived together in Portland. That was, up until two weeks ago when Christen left.

///

“Chris, I don't know what you want me to do!”

“Care, Tobin! I want you to fucking care!”

“I do care! You think I don't care about you? You think that I don't spend every fucking minute - fuck that, every second of my life caring about you?! That’s all I fucking do.”

“Then show me!” “Chris. I love you. I am in love with you. I’m sorry if you think I don't care. I don't know what to fucking do anymore.” The tears had spilled over by now. Both of them were red in the face, wet on the cheeks, and so damn exhausted.

“I think I need time.” Christen spoke into the tense air.

“Baby, no. No. What? Let’s figure this out. Right here, right now. Please.” Tobin stepped forward toward her girlfriend, trying to grab her hand, but Christen moved away before she could.

“I need time, Tobin. I’m tired. I’m so fucking tired. If you love me like you say you do, let me take my time.”

They stared at each other, hurt evident in their eyes. Tobin didn't want to let her go. She worried that if she let her go, she wouldn’t come back. She would fall out of love with her and stay in New York. But she couldn’t stop her. She couldn't make Christen’s decisions for her. So she nodded. Her tears were burning her cheeks but the pain in her chest was worse.

“Okay.” She whispered. “I don’t want to let you go, Chris.” She tried for Christen’s hand once more, the girl trying to pull away again but the pleading look on Tobin’s face convinced her to let her have this moment. She took Christen’s hand in both of hers, pulling it up to her lips and placing a watery kiss on the knuckles there. Christen broke even harder. “I don't want to let you go, but if it’s what you need, I don't want to hurt you more than I already have. So I'll let you go.”

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Tobin cried what seemed like everyday. Her heart was nearly empty without the green-eyed girl. Her green-eyed girl.

When she would get ready for the day and get ready to sleep at night, she would see Christen’s pink toothbrush right next to her orange one. She didn’t have the heart to throw it out, secretly hoping that the girl would come back and need it again.

She laughed (and then cried some more) the first time she saw it, remembering how Christen always demanded that she brush her teeth before bed or her teeth would fall out.

///

“Babe, go brush your teeth!” Christen laughed as Tobin kissed her a million times.

“Why does my breath smell?” Tobin pulled back with a worried look on her face.”

“No, but it’s just good hygiene, Tobs. If not, your teeth will fall out for not taking care of them.”

“But baby, I just wanna kiss you. Won’t you love me even if my teeth fall out?” She whined with a pout.

“Of course I would. I’d love you forever, no matter what. Now, go.” She shoved Tobin off the bed and toward the restroom.

“I hope you got a new toothbrush, Chris. But I’d love you forever, no matter what, anyway. Even toothless.” She whispered to no one.

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I used to sing while in the shower, now I don't

cause you're not there to sing along

while you put your makeup on

Tobin’s playlist came on the speaker as she showered. She was used to being goofy and singing with her girlfriend as she showered and Christen did her makeup, but not this time.

Again, she was pained with the memories of Christen everywhere in her life.

///

“Tobin, we’re going to be late! We promised Alex we’d be there by 6.” Christen said loudly over the sound of running water and loud music in the restroom as she did her makeup in front of the vanity.

“Chris, it’s fine. Lex is always late anyway. Now sing with me.”

“Every time I look into your eyes I see it. You’re all I neeeeed. Every time I get a bit inside, I feel it. C’mon, baby, right here!”

“Whooooo, who would've thought I’d get yooou” They sang together loudly, laughing at how ridiculous they sounded compared to the angelic voice of Daniel Caesar.

///

Tobin shut her music off, not being able to enjoy it anymore.

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and I love you just the same

but I'm worried words lose weight

does it hit you just as hard from 3000 miles away?

from 3000 miles away, from three-

I used to like to go out before I met you

now I just go out to forget you

put my nice shoes on so strangers

can't tell that I miss your dirty Air Force 1′s

I used to like to go out before I met you

now I just go out to forget you

put my favorite shirt on so strangers

don't know that it looks way better on you

Tobin was a player before she met Christen. She enjoyed hanging out at random bars every weekend, picking up girls to take home and then never talk to again.

And then she met the love of her life. Christen made her lose every interest in any other girl in the world, any chance to have meaningless sex, any chance to fool around.

Now, she’s finding herself getting ready to go back to her old ways. She put on her white Givenchy shirt with ripped holes in it along with her cleanest pair of Nike’s she could find. Christen used to steal that shirt all the time even though she knew it was Tobin’s favorite.

“I just wanna be as cool as you, babe,” she would say. Tobin would always reply, “Well, mission accomplished because you look way cooler than me,” with a smile and a kiss.

“Tobs, are you sure you want to go out tonight?” Alex questioned hesitantly.

“Yeah, why? I’m fine. Let’s go out and have fun, like the old times.”

Alex knew the old times were bad. She knew tonight was going to be bad. But she didn’t have the heart to tell her broken best friend no.

///

Come 11 p.m., Tobin was a wreck. She had girls hitting on her left and right but she wanted none of them. She laid her head on Alex’s shoulder, the two girls tucked into a booth in the far back corner of the bar.

“I miss her, Lex.” Tobin whispered out drunkenly as she cried on Alex’s blouse.

“I know, Tobs. Give it time.”

///

At 1 a.m., Alex dropped Tobin off at home, giving her a glass of water and setting some Advil on her bedside table for the morning. She put Tobin in bed, leaving her with a kiss on the forehead and a promise to check in on her the next day.

Tobin didn't go to sleep, though. Instead, she grabbed her phone and opened up Christen’s contact.

“I lovw yoi and I muss yoy so mucj.” The first text read.

“Do tou mis mw at al? do u caer?” Was the second.

“ur al tje way on rhe orher sife of yhe countri ans I wisj u wer w me.” Was the last before she cried herself to sleep.

She woke up in the morning due to the loud vibrating sound against the wood next to her bed. She grabbed her phone, squinting her eyes and groaning at the brightness of the screen before reading the text from Alex asking how she was doing. She replied that she felt “like shit” and “just woke up” before exiting the conversation and seeing Christen’s contact right below Alex’s.

“Shit.” She cursed to herself, seeing the messy words she sent the girl.

She let out a loud groan before stopping, realizing she was only making her headache worse.

She knew she had to send another message. She fucked up, big time. She didn’t want Christen being left with no explanation.

“Hey. I’m sorry about those messages. I fucked up. I guess I tend to keep doing that. Anyway, I’m sorry again. I hope you’re well.” She sent, her heart aching at the dullness of her message. She didn’t even think about her next action, though. She just did it.

“I do miss you, though. I love you, too. So much. I’m sorry, I know this isn’t fair to you. I just really needed to tell you that. I’ll leave you alone now.” The second message read.

It was the truth. She hated waking up every morning and not seeing the wild, dark, curly hair on both her pillow and Christen’s (because there was that much of it). She missed getting ready together in the mornings, making coffee together, dancing in the kitchen to their favorite songs with no pants on. She missed seeing Christen’s dirty Air Force 1s next to the door. Christen refused to put them anywhere else, hating a mess and insisting that everything had its place.

She sighed, locking her phone and moving to get out of bed. Then her phone vibrated again.

chris<3: please make sure you’re taking care of yourself.

Her eyes watered and she bit down on her bottom lip hard I'm attempts to stop the tears from spilling. She wanted her girl back. She had to be better.

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took my heart to california

now it doesn’t work right

yeah, it beats and, yeah, it beats

but, damn, it hurts every night

you’re not lonely just because you are alone

but ever since we said goodbye

well, I just happen to be both

I took my heart to california and now it’s broken

Kelley called Tobin after Alex told her what was going on.

“Tobs, come stay with me for a bit. Get away from that house. It’s not doing you any good.” The freckled woman said gently.

“Kelley, you live in California. It’s too far.”

“No it’s not. Look, I’ll road trip and come pick you up and we can road trip back, too. Tobin, I think it’s best. We’ll even go surfing.”

“Kel, I’m not going to ask you to-”

“Tobin, I offered.”

Tobin let out a sigh. “Yeah, alright.”

///

Kelley was right. Being in that house wasn’t doing Tobin any good, but being away from it was worse. To Tobin, it was leaving behind everything she loved.

She laid in Kelley’s spare bedroom every night wishing she was sleeping in her own bed. The bed she shared with Christen. She missed the permanent dip in in it where Christen laid. She missed their corresponding coffee mugs, even if only one of them had been put to use lately. She missed the houseplants that Christen insisted on buying, and then making Tobin take care of.

California had none of that. California had Kelley. California had surfing. California didn't have Christen.

She took her heart to California and it kept trying to tug her back to Portland. Back to Christen, even though Christen wasn’t there. Her heart worked better in Portland. California just broke it even more.

///

“You’re sure you want to go back, dude?” Kelley’s face was concerned.

“I have to, Kelley.”

“I don't want you to be lonely-”

Tobin let out a laugh. It wasn’t a good one, either. It was laced with hurt and anger and resentment. “Christen left me. She left me alone. I think it’s a little late for that.”

“Hey, you have me and you have Alex. You’re not alone.”

“Yeah,” Tobin nodded, “Sorry I snapped.”

It was a lie. She was lonely. She was alone. She was lonely because she was alone. She wanted her girl back.

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It had been three months since Christen left her. Three months since the girl of her dreams left her. Broke her.

She needed to find herself outside of Christen. She couldn't keep living like Christen would come back any moment now and everything would fall right back into place. Everything was out of place before she left, anyway.

So she started going out, and not like she did before. She went out to museums and art fairs and dog parks; anything but bars. She declined Alex’s company politely, insisting that she needed to be alone with herself.

She even started seeing a therapist. She knew she was fucked up. She knew Christen fucked her up even more. She knew she made a mistake trying to give Christen what she deserved when she wasn’t ready to give that to her.

So she saw a therapist to help her figure things out because another thing she knew for certain was that she loved Christen and she wanted to be better. If not just for herself, for Christen. Even if she couldn’t have her.

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Three and a half weeks later, Tobin’s phone rang while she was doing dishes after dinner. She quickly dried her hands and was anxious when she looked at the screen that read ‘chris<3′ and displayed a goofy picture of the girl in a pink beanie, a gray hoodie (that was Tobin’s), black skinny jeans with holes in the knees, and a foot kicked up in the air, toe pointed, showing off her dirty Air Force 1s that she never left the house without.

She fumbled her phone a bit, hands not completely dry, and answered nervously. “Um, hello?” She felt like this was a prank. Maybe Christen accidentally butt dialed her. Maybe someone found her phone and-

“Hi.” Christen’s voice was soft and easy. When Tobin didn’t say anything, she spoke up again, “It’s me, uh, Christen.”

“Hi.” Tobin didn't know what else to say. Her heart twinged a little at the sound of Christen’s voice, but it warmed more than it hurt.

“Uh, so...” Christen took a long pause before she said, “You know what? Never mind. I’m sorry I called,” in a voice that worried Tobin.

“Hey, hey, no, Chris. What's up? Talk to me.” She couldn't stop herself from showing Christen that she still cared. She always would.

Christen let out a shaky breath. “Um, I don't know. I’m kind of in Portland right now. And I kind of really miss you. And I kind of really want to see you. But I also kind of know that I hurt you. A lot. And you hurt me. A lot. And I’m not sure what to do now.”

Her voice sounded scared but genuine. Tobin let out a short breath that she had been holding since Christen said she was in Portland.

“Can I come get you?”

“Tobin, I-”

“No, Chris. Please. Let me come get you. I promise, I’ll just take you to get coffee and we can talk and nothing more has to happen.”

Christen paused again and let out a small sigh. “Yeah. Okay. I’m actually kind of still at the airport.” Her voice was sheepish, knowing Tobin would catch on to the fact that she flew to Portland and called Tobin before anything else.

Tobin smiled but didn't mention anything about it. “Okay, Chris. I’ll be there in 20. Send me you're flight info so I know where I’m picking you up.”

“Okay. Hey, Tobs?”

“Yeah, Chris?” Tobin’s voice was hopeful after hearing Christen call her by her nickname again.

“Thank you. I kind of can’t wait to see you.”

Tobin was already grabbing her keys and putting on the first pair of shoes she could find as she smiled. “Can you wait 20 minutes, maybe?”

Christen laughed, “Yeah. Yeah I think I can do that. Thank you, again.”

“Always, Chris. Always.” Tobin smiled to herself before saying, “Hey?”

“Yeah?”

“I kind of can't wait to see you either.”

Christen couldn’t stop the smile that made her eyes squint. “20 minutes, Tobs.”

“20 minutes.” Tobin repeated. “I’ll see you then.”

“Okay, see you then. Bye.” Christen hung up just after Tobin said bye back.

“Holy shit.” Tobin said to herself as she backed out of her driveway.

///

“Departures, no. Uuuuuh, arrivals. Arrivals.” Tobin read the signs aloud as she drove into the airport, a nervous reaction she hadn't realized took over her.

When she caught sight of Christen exactly where the girl said she was, she smiled and pulled her car up to the curb, turning the engine off and getting out quickly.

By the time she was rounding the car, Christen was too. When they reached the trunk, they bumped into each other due to the fact that both their heads were down because they were too nervous to look at each other. They both groaned at the contact, holding different parts of their bodies before looking up at each other and laughing.

“Hi.” Tobin breathed out with a shy grin on her face.

“Hi.” Christen mimicked.

“Can I - Can I hug yo-”

Christen didn’t wait for her to finish her question before dropping her hand from holding her suitcase up and wrapping her arms around Tobin’s neck tightly. Tobin fumbled back a step before she returned the hug with equally as much force, wrapping her arms around Christen’s waist and burying her head in the girl’s shoulder.

“I missed you.” They said at the same time, laughing once again at the silliness of the situation.

“You want some coffee?” Tobin questioned after a few moments, voice muffled by Christen’s shoulder.

Christen only nodded into Tobin’s shoulder before pulling back. They separated slowly, shy smiles on both of their faces. Tobin popped the trunk open and lifted Christen’s very large suitcase (which had fallen over after Christen’s hands abandoned it to replace it with Tobin’s body) with ease. She was hopeful seeing that Christen seemed to have come back with as much as she left with, plus some. She shut the trunk closed, turning to the other girl again and grabbing one of her hands, giving it a squeeze along with a sweet smile before moving to get in the car.

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Tobin held the door to the familiar coffee shop open for Christen and walked in behind her. She looked around for a second, thankful that it was mostly empty (with the exception of a few college kids studying with their headphones on). “Go get us our seats,” she nodded her head over to the small loveseat in the corner that they always sat in, “I’ll order. You want your usual?”

“Yeah, thank you.” Christen smiled before walking over to settle herself on the couch. She sat with one leg tucked under her and her hands in her lap. She played with her own fingers, nervous about the conversation that was about to happen, but so incredibly happy to see Tobin again.

Before she knew it, Tobin was walking back with two paper cups of coffee, steam coming out of the lids. The lighter-haired girl sat down in her spot, exactly the way Christen was seated with one leg under her, and facing the green-eyed girl. Her green-eyed girl (or so she hoped).

She handed Christen her cup, the girl muttering her thanks and immediately bringing the lid to her lips and taking a swig. Before Tobin could warn her that it was hot, the girl yelped out-

“Ow!”

“Woah, you okay?” Tobin pulled the cup from Christen’s face and looked at her worriedly.

“Yeah, I just forgot to blow on it.”

“You always do.” Tobin teased with a gentle smile.

Christen didn’t say anything, only taking her cup back from Tobin’s warm hands and nodding sadly at the memories of Tobin warning her to wait til the drink cooled down (and her never listening). Christen always pouted afterwards from the pain of the heat on her lips. “Babe, I told you to wait,” Tobin would always say. “Kiss it better for me?” Christen would ask with puppy eyes. And Tobin would. She would kiss her so softly, taking all the pain away, and say “Always,” before kissing her another time and pulling away.

“You forgot to warn me.” Christen’s voice was quiet and sad.

Tobin looked at her like she could break any moment now. “Yeah, I did. I’m sorry,” she choked out.

Christen didn't dare ask her to kiss it better like she normally would. They weren't there yet. No matter how much they both wanted to be.

Tobin cleared her throat, trying her hardest not to cry, but Christen saw the tears building in her eyes anyway. She let Tobin take a moment to pull herself together.

“I’m sorry.” Tobin choked out again.

“I know. I’m sorry, too.”

“No, you have nothing to be sorry for. You were right. I didn't show you I cared enough. You deserve so much more than what I gave you.” She was crying now. She didn't feel like trying to hold it back at this point. Her therapist told her not to.

Christen was surprised. Tobin hardly ever cried. The day she left was one of the few times she had seen the girl’s tears.

Her heart broke for the girl, seeing her so vulnerable in such an open setting. She sighed, grabbing one of Tobin’s hands, letting them rest on the girl’s lap. “We weren’t ready.”

Tobin only shook her head and kept crying.

“Tobin.” Christen said sadly.

She shook her head again, tears still falling down her cheeks and finally looking up to meet green eyes. “I’m so sorry, Chris. I’m so fucking sorry for what I put you through, I begged you to stay too many times and I wasn’t making you happy. I was hurting you every time I asked you to stay. When you left, I realized how shitty it was for me to do that. I didn't deserve you. You deserve better than me.”

“Tobin, stop. Stop saying I deserve better than you, in the present tense.”

“You do.”

“Are you telling me that Alex was lying to me when she called and said you changed for the better? Have you not? Should I go back to New York, because Tobin, I really can’t put myself through that pain again.”

Tobin stopped breathing so heavily for a second and furrowed her eyebrows. “Alex called you?”

Christen realized she accidentally let the secret slip, but she didn’t really care. “Yeah. She called me last week and said you’d changed and I should come home. I was hesitant. I didn't know what to think. But she told me you’re going places alone to better yourself. And she told me you’re seeing a therapist. I hope that’s okay.”

“Yeah. Yeah, it’s fine,” Tobin sniffled, “I’m sorry she called you. She had no right.”

Christen shook her head with a gentle smile. “I’m kind of glad she did.” She squeezed Tobin’s hand again, enjoying the warmth she found in it.

There were a lot of kind of’s happening. Tobin didn’t know what to make of it. So she just squeezed back.

“Would you have come back if she hadn't called?” Tobin’s eyes dropped again, staring at their conjoined hands on her lap.

Christen let out a deep breath through her nose and rested her head sideways against the back of the loveseat sofa. “I don't know. I think maybe eventually. I needed to know you were okay. After that night that you texted me at four in the morning-”

Tobin winced, “Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay. It’s in the past. After that night, I would occasionally text Alex to check on you. I didn't want to text you and give you false hope that I was coming back. I didn't know what I wanted at that point. But I think coming back was always in the back of my mind. I just needed time.” The last sentence sounded all too familiar to Tobin, but she was glad this time it was in the past tense. “It hurt me hearing how hurt you were,” Christen continued, “I hated knowing I did that to you-”

“I hurt you first. I deserv-”

“Tobin, don't you dare say you deserved me hurting you back. You know you didn't.”

Tobin nodded but didn’t say anything. Christen took that as her chance to continue.

“I hated knowing that I did that to you. But, I needed to. I couldn't stay when it was hurting me like that. I’m sorry I hurt you, but I needed to take care of myself.”

“I’m sorry for hurting you, too. I'm glad you left to take care of yourself. Don't get me wrong. I was hurt. Am hurt? I don't know. Am hurt, I guess. But I’m glad you did it for yourself. I’m glad you gave yourself what I couldn't give you.”

They stayed silent for a few moments, taking in each other’s apologies.

“Tobin. I’m back. I’m back because I have faith in you. You hurt me but I still have faith that you're better than that. I know you can be better than that. I just don't want to get hurt again. I missed you. I missed you so fucking much that I couldn't sleep at night without you holding me and scratching my back like you used to. My coffee didn't taste the same because you weren’t the one making it. My heart hurt without you with me. I thought it would go away, but it didn’t. I still miss you. I still love you,” Tobin’s breath caught in the back of her throat at that. Those were the words she longed to hear for nearly four months. The words that made her heart flutter and break at the same time, “just please don’t hurt me like that again.” Christen pleaded with tears of her own on her cheeks now.

Tobin shook her head furiously. “Never. God, I couldn't live without you, Chris. I don't deserve a second chance-”

“God, Tobin, stop. Stop saying shit like that. You do. You might have hurt me but you loved me too. You loved me a whole lot and I felt it. I’m sorry for saying the shitty things I did. Let me come back to you. Let me give you a second chance.”

They were both sobbing at this point. They abandoned their drinks on the small table in front of them to be able to hold each other with both hands.

“Are you sure?” Tobin asked hesitantly, looking between both of the green eyes.

“If you’ve changed the way Alex says you have and you’re willing to keep working on us, yes. I’m sure.”

Tobin grabbed the girl’s shoulders and pulled her into a bone-crushing hug. Christen accepted it and reciprocated. They stayed like that for a moment, basking in each other’s love.

“Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you so much. I’m going to do everything I can to give you what you deserve this time around. I don’t want to ever let you go again.”

“Please don’t.” Christen cried out.

Tobin pulled her head back, resting her forehead against Christen’s and holding her face in both of her hands. “Never. Never again. I’m never letting you go again.”

“Kiss me, you fool.”

That was all it took for Tobin to crash her lips onto Christen’s. It was salty and wet and kind of gross. It was also full of love and hurt and ‘I kind of really missed you.’ But all too soon, Christen let out another “ow” in pain.

Tobin pulled back quickly. “What? What happened baby?”

Christen swooned at the affectionate name. “Sorry. Just, my lip still hurts from the burn.” They laughed, cheeks still wet and eyes still red.

“Can I kiss it better?” Tobin asked, taking Christen’s usual line.

“Always.” Christen whispered before letting Tobin kiss her pain away again.

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a/n: so it was actually a breakup/make up fic I guess. Hope you enjoyed it. Leave me asks and let me know how I did:) thanks for reading!

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